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sleepy-fiction · 8 months ago

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Little Treasure.

eleven weeks pt.2 | sebastian solace x reader SMUT

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tgs: monster fucking, overstimulation, gn sex terms for reader, two pp seb, bottom reader

an: I forgot about this whooopsiessss 🥲. A looooong time ago, ppl were asking for the smut, and I wrote it! But if you were looking for a lore expansion, this is only smut. UPDATED: ITS NOW BETA/PROOF READ!! YAAY

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"Sebastian," you whined, humiliation blooming in your heart. You didn't know how you got here, you were just talking to him on the couch and now he has you pinned before him like an art piece. This was your first time seeing Sebastian in years since the day your contract with Urbanshade ended, since the day he was rumored to be dead, only for him to return with the military all strange and anew.

"Shh shh," the angler hushed. No longer was he that shorter, bronze tinted human you loved so much, no, he was large. His skin was a grayish blue, with three big eyes and a long slithering whale tail, two fins for ears, and three giant claws. And now, this creature, that you now know and love as sebastian, had declothed you.

Your fancy button-up that you wore to see him was hanging open, restrictive on your arms and shoulders, with your pants nowhere to be seen. And there was him, that large pointy tooth predator, hovering over you, with his tail wrapped in a circle around your body, trapping you to see nothing but him.

Your senses were heightened, every cold touch from him was driving you mad. There was so much of him that you could hear, see, feel, taste, smell it was overwhelming. You could taste his saliva on your tongue for every pant you made, the taste foreignly fish like, and could smell so much of his slithering body. It oddly smelled like shea butter, as if he took good care to keep his tail protected and moisturized. And with so much of him, so much of his body, the smell was puguently intoxicating, a natural aphrodisiac that had you thinking of him and only of him for every inhale you took. It left you shuddering.

No, no, and not to mention how large his soft bed was. It was like quick sand for your little body. For your aching bones, you were being sucked in and glued into place by bountiful white sheets.

Your sense of touch.

You could feel his touch as he dragged his sharp claw down your bare sternum, and to your stomach, you were whining under his touch. This was way too much for you.

You heard him giggle, so you open your eyes to see him. His giant left claw reaches to cup your face, holding all of your weight tenderly in his palm. His hair is tucked behind his ears, his razor shark teeth beaming delightfully at you, while he wore nothing but an unbuttoned shirt that too hung uselessly on his shoulders. You could see his chest from here, battered with scars but amazing blue, with his belly that mellowed out to a grey color. You could see the space where his humanoid belly met with the start of his tail, hugging at his hips like a true siren.

"F-Fuck... I'm fucking my best friend," you grunted. You couldn't take it as you shut your eyes again, bucking your hips out into the air, and succumbing into his hands. Your face was so hot in his hands, your lewd body posed so erotically, the way you were so sensitive to everything. God, even his words.

He clenched his teeth, as his exploration of you no longer was for gentle admiration, but for parched desire. "You say whatever you want," he growled as he rolled your nipple between his index and thumb, "you don't care about how it makes anyone feel..." His voice is hushed and teasing.

You squeak, feeling his cold fingers send waves of pleasure down your body, your nipples hardening up instantly.

He repeats your words, "'I can't believe I'm fucking my best friend' and not, 'I can't believe I'm fucking a monster'," he chuckles, "I guess I'll take it."

The circle that his tail has trapped you in restricts smaller. It restricts tight enough for him to lay your head propped on it instead of holding it up for you. He leans down to your body, rolling out that massive tongue, your breath hitches beautifully.

He can't take it.

He lied.

You're too bewitching.

You speak up, "I just, I think about that time back when we were just kids--" his large tongue rolls a stripe down your body, "--nnh fuck... and we were in band practice and you were showing me your teeth without those braces," You pause.

He halts his teasing, his eyes furrowing in intrigue, already knowing where this story is going. You continue, "You waited all day until 6th period, when we had our first class together, to show me your teeth before anyone else... And I think-- 'wow that's the boy that's going down on me right now', a-and it's embarrassing!"

A bright, hearty laugh escapes him, the sound crackled and mangled as if he had never laughed before. Your humilation worsened beneath him. You were enamored watching him, brain sucking in how prettily he laughs, how pretty he smiles. Those sharp, pointy teeth flash at you, and though they're dangerous. Despite that, he was too handsomely-silly for you to feel any fear; only worse embarrassment.

"You- huh," he snorts out, unable to find the words.

"It's not funny, Sebastian," you whine, covering your face.

"You're thinking about all that right now?" He asks with a giggle.

"Of course I am... Who wouldn't," you pout.

Sebastian leans in to steal your lips, pressing a sweet kiss against them. You gratefully kiss back, running your hands through his silky raven locks. They were cut into a short bob. Funnily enough, it was the same way he always had it while growing up. He never wanted to try anything different after graduation. It was sweet to feel him again like this.

Your racing heart slowed as you felt him, as his tongue nicely licked you for entrance, and as you generously opened your mouth for him. His tongue was thick and pointy, the sensation unlike anything else, but it radiated his essence. Your arms seemed to fit lovingly on his shoulders while his other two hands caressed your belly romantically. There were so many possibilities, so many ways your relationship could change - is changing. Fuck's sake, everything about him was alien now. But still, as you feel him caress you, you know deep down inside you're so ready to face it all for him. And you're not going to face it alone either.

You shoulders drooped in the kiss, your pinched eyebrows melting in sudden bliss.

God, when did you fall for him? Were you always in love like this?

He pulled away with a hearty smack, his hands running back to hold you sweet hips as he buried his face dear to your chest. He hums, "Now, where were we?" His breath tingles against your skin. "Ah, here we are," his dark eyes flicker to your lovely chest, "they look so lonely," he cackles.

Sebastian licks your tender nipple, his tongue warm from being in your hot mouth. You moan at the feeling as he rudely licks and slurps up your nipple. His left claw rolls your other nipple between his index and thumb. The feeling is sharp and tight, opposite to the sweetness of his soft tongue.

"Ooh, Sebastian," you mewl, staring down at him as he worked. You hear the end of his whale tail rattle possessively at the sound of his name. He pulls off them with a greedy moan and slides his large tongue down your belly in a stripe. He ends it tantalizingly close to where your underwear meets your hips.

He then buries his nose deep against your sex, a strong sniff making your bones rattle, and your legs clam his head on either side. It's then that you are viciously reminded that Sebastian is still a predator. Your jaw hangs open, neck arching backward against his tail as his tongue rolls out and licks you soaking through your underwear.

The moaning cry that leaves you is jittery and squeakish, a mewl filled with paralyzing erotic terror, "Ah--aa!" You buck your hips against his wet muscle, grinding down harshly against him. He grabs the hem of your underwear and tears it to nothing, his claws immediately reaching to your hole, while his tongue devours your main sex.

You whimper, and sebastian flickers his ears dangerously. He growls and pulls away, eyes lidded as he yanks his button up off his body. He hisses into the air, "I can't take this." He rises high above you, your jaw falls slack. His body is glisteningly beautiful, his reflective scales reach his belly and create a greenish hue, and scars litter his skin.

Oddly, he didn't have a penis, just his skin and scales and a small hole no bigger than your pinkie. He dips a clawed finger into it, a blissful moan rises from him, and he pulls it straight out. Within an instant, two fleshy, slimey pink rods burst out of his body. One of them has a head of a cock, while the other is smaller, thinner, but flexible as it curls enticingly around the other. Your mouth waters at the sight.

You bark out, "I can't take that Sebastian!" You whine, feeling your sex pour out it's arousal. You sit up zealously, but he dives in to meet you.

His three hands pull you into an embrace, as his two dicks press into your belly. The stiffer, human looking one bumps your belly button, just as he promised, while the flexible, alien cock sways circles into your skin. Primally, your hips buck forward, eyes disappearing to the crevices of your mind. Sebastian's breath is deep and full in your ears. A fire of feverous shakes overcome you, your brain lost in the foreign stimuli.

Before you could even think it any worse, he burries his lips against your ear and cries out a pitiful mantra, "Try f'me... please, guppy..."

In all of your life you've never heard Sebastian beg not once. He didn't beg for forgiveness when he crashed your sweet sixteen, neither did he when he got you in trouble in Urbanshade. But yet here he is. Begging so pitifully.

He licks your ear, whimpers bubbling out of his throat as he begins to buck against your sex, grinding his cocks against you mindlessly. You moan out, feeling his alien dick massage your sex intensely, sticking it up from its wetness.

His sharp teeth scrape gently across your earlobe, the burning feeling vibrating into your ears along with his pitiful cries. Your jaw falls slack in bliss as your feet eagerly wrap around his waist. "Ooh, F-Fuck Seb' mmore," You moan.

His face is fucked out as he rises the two of you up, you're pulled up from the bed, secured to him by the two hands that hold your ass and hip. The final, tiny third hand is meekly holding you just above your elbow.

You can feel him part you as his head presses against your hole. It's achingly slick, and he breaches with no further hesitation. He's large, filling you with just the tip of one of his cocks alone. The second rushes in, curling in your walls sporadically.

"Oohh-- nnh- aah," You mewl.

"Z'orry," he hisses. With no warning, Sebastian fucks your hips down onto his cocks, bottoming out with a wistful moan. Your hands shoot to grab onto him, laying your face sloppily into his chest and familiarizing your nails with his back.

His dicks are hot, much hotter than the rest of his cold body. You can feel him expand your belly, his alien cock swirling and spasming like a furious vibrator. Your ankles lock your feet en pointe, your toes curling to finish the ballet look. And for his very first official thrust, you're already spilling out cum.

His claws dip into your skin, beading out tiny beads of blood into the bed. The smell of your blood is a fragrant garish to the smell of your weeping sex. A sweet appetizer to the drizzling aroma of your sweat. All of this is happening in his den, with the taste of ur lips still distant on his tongue, and the sound of your mewls in his ears. All of it makes his ears twitch in masterful delight.

He pumps into you mindlessly, your walls pummeled and stretched intensely, gummy as they milk his dicks of their juices. A lewd, hearty smack puckers out the space where your bodies meet, the sound squelching wet. Your combined slick dribbles down Sebastian's scales as he hurriedly burries himself into your shoulder.

He fucks your hips down onto him as he thrusts, meeting you both in the middle, the squeaking pleasure forcing your nails to scrape at the tough skin on his back. You're unfortunate to note you can't prick him to bleed the same way he'd made your hips to suffer, but your mind is burning with sparks too intense you fail to care.

Painfully, he pulls out of you mid thrust, the feeling of emptiness like a sear to your weeping sex and heart. You whine, "Sebastian--" Bit you can't even finish your shout as he cooes at you and shoves his tongue in your mouth.

He lowers back onto the bed, wrapping his tail around your body and propping you above him. Your head lays against his dorsal fin, your legs on either side of his hips and your feet touches the bed.

"T'gimme a sec'," he mumbles out, his eyes lidded, mouth agape and fucked out.

You watch precariously as his thin, alien cock coils around his more human one. It swirled around it like a precise torpedo, making it a thicker plunge for you to take. Before you can even register it, his tail shoves you down onto him, his absurd cocks forcing you into another orgasm.

Your mewl is airy and scratchy, drowning out the mantra of pitiful wanton "sorry"s from Sebastian's slobbering mouth. He bounces you onto him, your knees curled up on each side in a straddle. His cock adulterates your walls, the ridges from his swirling cock abuse your sweet spot, rubbing against it multiple times each thrust, and forcing you into your third orgasm.

You squeeze him tighter, and his back rises from the bed, his head shooting back into the pillows. His tail restricts tightly around your body, your airflow dimming beautifully as your hands claw at his tail. His moans spike, his tail growing weak with thrusts. Another orgasm was rising in you, but you wouldn't let it go to waist.

You take the liberty to bounce on him for him, your plunges quick and fast, energetic sloppy sounds spilling out your body. He cries out, baring his teeth, but you continue riding him, clawing at his tail with shaggy breaths. The restrictions felt so good, his tail squeezed your whole body so well, you were gonna cum you were gonna cum--

"Sebastian!"

Your sex bursts it's cum perfectly in-sync with the flooding of semen invading your walls. His cum is blood hot, intense as his shots stretch you worse and spill out the gaps of his cocks. Your jaw locks, your moans drawn and loud from you. You squeeze him tightly, dropping all your weight against his tail, as you meekly use your last drop of energy to pull off his spasming cocks. It slips out of you, flowing by a waterfall of orange cum spilling out you. You can barely take notice of his semen's alien color when your head gets light.

"M'guppy, c'mere," is all you hear from him as you're lowered down onto his chest, and developed into his three arms.

You fall asleep just as instant as your cheek touches his collarbone.

Fuck.

That was life changing.

🛋🐍🐋🦈

*Your groggy eyes flutter open, doused in the moving, warm thing you lay upon. It felt rubbery against your cheek, yet had a soft pulse ebbing from it.

You didn't recall falling asleep, but when you awoke, you found yourself laying on Sebastian's chest. It was rubbery against your cheek, yet warm and pusling eerily loud. With a grunt, you shifted but was met with an intense soreness dipping from your arms and lower half.

"Awake?," you heard him ask

*I feel so bad. This little part above was supposed to be continued, but I gave up. BUT I also forgot to cut it out of the fic??? So it ends so weird omg.

Now, here i am finally editing this fic like 6/7 months later just now realizing this was left in there 😭😭

I wont take it out for memories sake, but sheez sorry guys 😭😭💖💖

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mortimerc · 8 months ago

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𝔄 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔱𝔥 𝔬𝔣 𝔞 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔞𝔫.

𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯

Male - GN Reader x Sebastian Solace

TW : blo0d, t0rture, g0re, obsessive behaviour,

Warning: this is a smut, if you are uncomfortable with it, please don’t read nor interact with the said post. Thank you.

(Readers gender is unspecified but is with specific male organs.)

Note: I am also inexperienced with writing smut so bear with me

* ‧̍ ˙· 𓆝.° ｡˚𓆛˚｡ °.𓆞 ·˙‧̍ * 𓆝.° ｡˚𓆛˚｡ °.𓆞 ·˙‧̍

It was all perfect again.

For the first time in years, you are back with your 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤. Your Sebastian. It’s a moment you both were waiting for. To be together again, never separated from each other once more.

You both were roaming the halls of the abandoned building, the Hadal Blacksite, scavenging for items to sell to prisoners for data and DNA. You both landed on an office building, chairs scattered across the room, indicating the sheer terror of the workers who were trying so desperately to escape while the lockdown was called.

“Hey look what I’ve found” Sebastian broke the silence and showed you a gummy light he had found.

“How many do you even charge people for that? Isn’t it a shit item anyways?” You questioned

“People will buy anything from me, even a wall dweller chuck. Heh.. stupid bitches.”

As you both were scavenging, Sebastian suddenly had the random existential crisis while lost in thoughts and thought of what they will do when the prisoners retrieve the crystal.

“Hey [Name],, I’ve been thinking, what if we would’ve escaped from this hellhole. I mean it’s not even living anymore. It’s just surviving.” Sebastian questions

“You know we can’t, I mean look at us, we look the we’re from hell itself. Once we step out of here, we’ll be gunned down and plus, we’re both declared dead to the people.” You hit him the hard reality.

“I know- but.-“ you suddenly hug Sebastian, him shoving his face in your chest, and you trying to stop him from continuing on with his conversation.

“I know,, i know you want to be out of here, seeing your family again. But it’s simply not possible.”

You felt warm tears staining your clothes, Sebastian lifts his head. It’s the first time you’ve seen Sebastian cry. It’s heartbreaking to see the man you always seen trying to act tough for your own sake. It angers you how you weren’t fast enough to save him from all the pain from the experiments. Nothing about this place is comforting.

You lift Sebastian’s face, making him look at you with a tear stained face. “I’m tired [Name]…”

“Im sorry,,”

As you both looked into each other’s eyes, you both soon closed the gap. As time went on, the kiss was getting heated and soon Sebastian finds himself laying on one of the office tables, papers thrown of it.

You both found yourself half naked and stripped of your clothes, your hands trailed down to a part of Sebastian’s tail and soon came across his urogenital opening and slowly rubbing your fingers against it. (ᴵ ᵃᵐ ˢᵒ ˢᵒʳʳʸ)

Sebastian mewls in reaction of the action, and starts to pant.

“F-fuck-“

You forcefully grabbed his chin

“You with your filthy mouth.” You said, kissing him

You starts to insert you finger in his hole, adding more digits in the meantime.

“Go-god! Fuck!”

Sebastian lets himself to indulge in the pleasure that he is receiving, no more thinking of the past thoughts.

You put your other hand in front of Sebastian’s mouth and said “spit on it.” And he complies. You start to lube yourself.

You lined up to his hole and slowly started to push in.

“A-ah f-fuc-k! I’ve n-never felt t-this before!”

“Good to be your first”

You thrust yourself in and out of Sebastian, feeling closer to your high. You kiss Sebastian as you both finish together

“Fuck,, that was.. something.” You said while panting

Sebastian who was also panting “yeah,, no shit,,”

You soon brought him to his shop, cleaned him up and dressed him in freshly washed clothes, and you both cuddled into the night until you both fall asleep., tails curling around each other’s body.

If you need to spend your whole life here just to be with him then so be it.

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓀𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝓈𝒶𝒻𝑒.

꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦

The end. (Thank fucking god)

Note:

Had to keep it short because I can feel myself cringing and fuckin dying inside. Imma do an exorcism real quick-

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galaxiasgreen · 9 months ago

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🍭☀️A Cruelty Vivid and Sweet

Slow burn angsty Ominis x F!Reader [T-Rated, 7.8k words]

Letting himself embrace this horrid part of his heritage terrified him. It was like being back in the cellar again, that Muggle writhing beneath him in pain, his parents and brother lauding his name. Gaunt. No matter what he did to unbind himself from the bloodline, always it came back to shackle him. Always, it answered when he didn't call.

In which, even after he broke your friendship, Ominis can't get you out of his head.

Tropes: angst/ romance/ drama, slow burn, black cat x golden retriever, opposites attract, forbidden love, Scriptorium quest, Muggle culture, Your Scent in the Amortentia, Going Feral when You're Hurt, Comforting You When You're Sad.

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2: When Everything Changed

You didn't speak to him for a long time.

Justifiably, Ominis knows. It's one thing to insult, degrade, demean someone, but something else entirely to diminish their very existence, to reduce them to flesh and bones and happenstance. You were Muggle-born, he was pure-blood. Your friendship together was as tenuous as life itself.

You didn't deserve risk, so he steeled his heart, his mind. He moved through the struggles of fourth year silently, like a wraith, participating only when needed. A clock was ticking for summer – he couldn't spend the entire holiday at Feldcroft, though he longed for it, though Sebastian offered. When the dread of it came, thick and drowning, it was the thought of you, what he was doing ultimately to protect you, that eased the pain. He didn't realise how deeply you had planted your vines inside him, so that everything he did now, anything he felt, or touched, or tasted, reminded him of you. You were ingrained, and no matter how hard he tried to uproot you, you would not wither.

Perhaps this was his reality now. Perhaps he would never speak to you again.

Naturally, fifth year changed everything.

The new school year rang with tension. A goblin tyrant, Ranrok, sought vengeance against wizardkind, with his influence strongest around the Scottish Highlands, scattered around the hamlets around Hogwarts. His plans were unclear, just another thing Ominis worried about, massaging his temple on the walk up to school for the first evening.

Sebastian wasn't in a talkative mood. He'd come to verbal blows with his uncle that afternoon, when Ominis was packing and keeping Anne company. Their voices were so raised they could be heard in the entire village.

"Stop getting her hopes up! For goodness sake, she's cursed. At least let her enjoy however long she has left in peace, without your meddling!"

"Meddling?" Sebastian scoffed. "She's my sister! I'll find a cure for her—"

"If St Mungo's Healers can't do it, no fifteen year-old boy will either."

"You might've given up, but I haven't."

"I've stopped trying to fill her head with false hope and nonsense!"

Anne's lethargic sigh had pulled Ominis away. "I'm so tired."

"You should rest."

"No." She fell back against the pillow. "I mean, of their arguing."

Truthfully, Ominis was tired of it too. He heard enough hatred at home, the few lonely weeks he had to spend there before absconding to Feldcroft. For the most part, his parents ignored him, though there were days they dragged him to dinners or parties with the other pure-blood families. He made sure to give the Malfoys as wide a berth as possible, even though Peregrine didn't bother him again.

"Can you promise me something, Ominis?" Anne had asked.

He'd pursed his lips. "That depends on what it is."

"You'll keep an eye on Sebastian this year." A wry laugh. "A metaphorical eye, that is."

He always intended to. The darkness was offering Sebastian solace, and he feared his best friend was diving down a path from which there was no return. How far would he be willing to go for Anne?

"I'll do my best."

"And... and talk to Gibby."

He hadn't heard your name all summer. It sent a frisson through him, equally terrifying and pleasant, and made to leave before an inevitable interrogation—

"Please," she said, stopping him. "Sometimes family isn't blood. Sometimes family is heart. And she is as much a part of yours as the rest of us are."

Yet, when he left with Sebastian an hour later, he adamantly reminded himself why he made that pact in the first place. He could not— would not talk to you, and rub raw a healing wound. Things were simply too dangerous to risk it, if not from Peregrine Malfoy, then from one of the other pure-blood families, the Lestranges, the Blacks, or the Fawleys.

When he and Sebastian arrived at the school, sun hushing the horizon, Ominis paid no mind to the knowledge that you were there, somewhere at the Hufflepuff table, enjoying the start of term without him. He took his seat next to his best friend and expected the same opening speech, Sorting Ceremony and feast.

Only there was one thing different.

Missy was what everyone called her. The nickname was sparked by rumour, as thick as honey – unlike yours, spurred by your actions, your quirks, Missy's had come before her, on the train up to Hogwarts, where all the fifth years spoke of a new student starting this year under the mentorship of Professor Fig.

Staring school so late, with the support of a prominent Hogwarts professor? That was unusual, she was unusual. A mystery.

Only when she appeared at the Sorting Ceremony, late, it was apparent she was anything but.

"There she is," Nerida crowed in the hum of chatter. "The new girl!"

"Her hair is amazing," said Violet, awed.

Ominis heard the new girl – like you, she had a distinctive set of sounds he could use to distinguish her from others. But unlike you, however, there was no naivety, no jolliness or upbeat wonder. There was only purpose, strong with each stride and levelled breath. Even as the interloper, and a late one at that, she acted like she already belonged.

His heart ached suddenly – the memory of the Undercroft tore at him, and he fought to keep it down, push away the strange sensation that came with thinking of you.

When the new girl was sorted into Slytherin, she sat next to Sebastian. "Hello." Her voice was distinctive too, well-spoken, eloquent, from wealth.

"The mystery student," Imelda said, clearly more impressed than she let on. "The whole year's been talking about you."

"Have they?" She didn't seem bothered by this at all. "Is that what I am? A mystery?"

"A real lady of mystery," said Sebastian, equally intrigued.

"Oh," said the mystery student, chuckling – Ominis caught threads of a sinister undertone. "I'm no lady. Miss is just fine."

"Well, then, Miss Mystery," Sebastian teased, "welcome to Hogwarts."

Ominis was too polite to ask what her real name was. It was too late now, anyway. The nickname stuck like mud, too fitting for a girl with an air of something otherworldly and powerful to be displaced. Your laughter bubbled in his head – maybe she would come to love the nickname as you did.

But there was no point thinking about you anymore. No point imagining what the future beheld for you.

Later that month, Ominis asked after what Missy looked like, if only to build a better picture of how different you were to one another, but Sebastian had only laughed.

"I'd tell you, but she changes her hair and eyes every day. Always in Snelling's Emporium. And her robes – she's never wearing them! Every class we go to she just puts on capes and hats and all sorts. It's a mismatch."

A very strange girl indeed, but not in the same way you were, in the same way you still are.

As the air began to chill, Ominis felt the change in his friend like frigid air on bare skin. He was warming to the new girl, more rapidly than Ominis expected – she invited him to Hogsmeade, joined his secret duelling club, stole him for night-time escapades and thirsted for knowledge only he could give. It seemed harmless enough at first, but the new girl had a particular sway, popular but not needy with the attention, mysterious but still generous with her time, and genial with her friends. Especially with Sebastian.

Worst of all, you were becoming her friend too. She was like the replacement for what you'd lost.

"Amortentia." Professor Sharp's voice carried through the Potions classroom one day, as October crept up the front lawns. "I'm sure you're all familiar with this, but for our new student's sake, could someone please refresh us on its properties?"

Unsurprisingly, Garreth spoke up. "It's the most powerful love potion in the world. It smells different to everyone according to what most attracts them."

"Very good. This is a potion we will be learning to brew in seventh year. As Mr Weasley has said, this is the most powerful love potion in the world." The last part he emphasised seriously. "It is not to be trifled with. Today, we will be brewing weaker love potions, but I am allowing you all to see for yourself the properties of Amortentia, so that you may recognise it outside the classroom. Dare I say, so you can protect yourself should anyone try to use it on you."

Sharp allowed them to gander at the potion as they brewed their own. The fifth-year girls were most excited, and as Ominis prepared his ingredients, the Hufflepuffs plus Missy headed up to the main station to have their turn.

Of course, you were amongst that group.

"Well, Missy?" you asked, as eager and animated as he remembered you to be. "What does it smell like?"

Missy took a whiff, then laughed.

"Secrets."

"Secrets don't have a scent," said Lenora haughtily.

"They do to me." She stood back, let you go ahead. "Go on then, Gibby, your turn. What does it smell like to you?"

Ominis struggled not to listen.

"Sweets." Of course it did. "Magic. You know, just the general scent of it. And..." Your voice turned tart. "Oil."

The giggling ceased. "Oil?" asked Adelaide.

"Oil," you confirmed, in a way that brooked no space for discussion.

What an absurd thing to find attractive. Did oil even have a scent? He pondered on this for a while, trying to untangle its meaning until their potions were neatly bubbling and Sebastian nudged him out of his thoughts.

"Want to go up next?"

They went after Everett declared his favourite scent to be broom handles ("Probably because that's the closest thing he'll ever get to a girl's touch," Sebastian muttered). Already the aroma was drawing him closer, a pleasant tickling like a silk robe on freshly bathed skin.

Sebastian inhaled deeply.

"Hmm."

"Well?"

"Old parchment," he said, "and hair dye."

Hair dye? "I've been told you were starting to grey."

"Funny. No idea why it smells like that."

But Ominis did. Just an inkling, anyway.

"Your turn." His friend stepped back. "You more than most anyone to know what it smells like."

Perhaps nothing, he thought in vain. It was a folly to think himself above such emotions. In fact, though his family may have tried to beat it out of him, it took strength to admit he had such a weakness at all. Since his sense of smell was more acute than most, it would've been strange, perhaps concerning, if there was no scent to the Amortentia at all.

So Ominis leant forwards and inhaled. The aroma was so heady he could get drunk on the smell alone.

"Honeysuckle," he murmured, probably because they grew around Feldcroft, and the memories were something he cherished. "Polished wood, like in a wandshop. And something... sweet." It was a sudden overwhelming note, and his voice grew hoarse. "It's very sweet. Something like—"

He iced over.

Strawberry laces.

"Something like...?" Sebastian said. "Your face has gone red."

"What?" Ominis drew back, willed the scent to disappear. "I— I don't recognise it."

Sebastian didn't say a word at first. Then came the insufferable chuckling beneath his breath.

"Ah, wait. Sweet, was it?"

"I said I don't recognise it." And when Sebastian went to speak again, Ominis quickly snapped, "Not another word."

But he knew, when his friend lapsed into contented, smug silence, this was by far the last time they'd have this conversation.

Without meaning to be, without even being there, you were a cruelty, vivid and sweet, and no matter what he did, he was powerless beneath your spell.

But with tensions rising in the world, he could not afford to think about you. He couldn't afford to think about what your scent in the Amortentia meant for his confused, muddled feelings.

By chance, he got the opportunity to think elsewhere the next day, when a letter arrived – from Gringotts, of all places. The braille glided beneath his fingertips, and he realised it was a will, his Aunt Noctua's will. It was getting to the point where she'd been missing longer than she had not, and his parents had finally bowled through solicitors and admin to snatch the last of the pittance from her vault. With no next of kin, she had given most of it to Ominis, though the money wasn't actually his until he turned seventeen.

Truthfully, the worst part was he could barely remember Noctua's voice anymore. He wondered constantly where she had gone, why she'd left him with her horrible brother and family. Once when he was eight, when a hopeful innocence still sang through him, Noctua had come to watch over him as his parents and siblings attended a society event in London. A pure-blood ball, he was told. Adults talking about adult things, how dull. As the youngest, Ominis hadn't been permitted to go, but he didn't mind so much when he got to spend time with his whacky aunt.

He was practicing his braille as Noctua tidied about the room.

"They'll be back after sundown," she was saying, "so make sure you're finished before then."

"Isn't it midday?"

"It's one."

"So I have lots of time."

"Yes," she said mirthfully, "but I want to take you to the village later today."

The village? "That's the Muggle place, and Father says I shouldn't go near them. They're all stupid anyway. Like pigs."

"Is that what he said?"

"Yes."

A creak as she sat on the bench next to him. Her hand ran down his back.

"You should know, Ominis, that not everything your father says is true. Muggles aren't anymore stupid than wizards are. They're hardly different from us at all."

The comment, harmless in retrospect, felt like an affront to everything Ominis knew. "But they don't have magic. That makes them stupid."

"It doesn't make them stupid. You don't have your sight. Does that make you stupid?"

"No," he said at once, indignant.

"So you understand. What we have and do not have doesn't matter. It is how we choose to live that does. In the end, we all return to the earth in the same way, flesh and skeleton."

That didn't make sense to him. "But how do they do anything if they don't have magic?"

"Well, you're learning your braille now, aren't you? They find ways to do things that work for them." She stood. "Tell you what, why don't we go to the village now? You can finish your work later."

Ominis agreed. He wanted to know, after all, if what Noctua said was true. She dressed him down for it, cotton and breeches and a woollen coat that drowned his arms, and they headed out before the clock struck two, Ominis clutching her hand as the wind bandied playfully with his hair. It didn't take them long to walk, though he detected so many new scents, new sounds. Wheat fields susurrating within musky spruce fences, crackling bonfires and burnings that pumped smoke into the sky. They reached a low stone wall that bordered the village river, cold against Ominis' hands, before Noctua hushed him.

"Do you remember the rules around Muggles?"

"No talking about the M-word," he said diligently, "or that we are the W-word."

So Noctua took him on a stroll through the market. He was surprised at the atmosphere, busy but not bustling. Horses clattered against cobblestone, ivy rustled against houses with rooves made of thatch. Knives slammed down on meat and fish, and there was bartering, so much bartering, for the best cuts and lowest prices.

"Come off it, Dave. Two shillings for that? You must be joking."

"Ain't no joke. Gotta' keep the lights on somehow, don't I?"

They chuckled, even though Ominis didn't understand why, until he remembered Muggles simply couldn't call upon light whenever they wanted. They had to rely on candles and hearths and gas lanterns. They had to rely on their own labour to make ends meet and provide for their children.

A thread of something fresh caught Ominis' nose then, and he turned towards the scent. Warm bread, just baked.

"Want some?" asked Noctua.

His family teachings came to him. Make no disturbance of your betters. "No thank you."

"Are you sure?"

It did smell nice, but he worried about whether Muggle bread was poison for wizards. Still, Noctua took him into the bakery, and thought terror laced through his fascination, he took the bread Noctua paid in their strange Muggle money and eagerly bit into the crust. It was warm and buttery and filled his belly to full – and best of all, it tasted like regular bread. No poison.

"Ah, born like that, was he?" said the baker.

Noctua seemed so at ease with them. "Yes, he's practicing braille at the moment."

"Oh, now, that's wonderful. Keep at it, lad. You'll do great."

"Thanks," Ominis managed. He'd never spoken to a Muggle before. He didn't know Muggles learnt braille too.

Noctua took him back outside as he finished the last of his bread. "Well? What do you think?"

The general mood was buoyant and hopeful. Not everyone was affluent, yes, but there was something wonderful in the way they worked tirelessly to get what they wanted. If the air smelt the same, the food tasted the same, the people merry and sad and angry the same...

"It's a bit like Hogsmeade," he admitted at last, because that was all he had to compare it to.

"So you see, then," said Noctua, a twinkle in her voice. "Not so different after all."

Only when they got back to the house, Ominis not entirely convinced but probing for more, he felt a shift in the air like claws on his shoulders. His parents had arrived home early, as had Marvolo and his noisy sneer.

"At the village, I see," his father barked. Then, "Ominis, to your room. Now."

Ominis knelt to the ground and pressed an ear to the crack under his door so he could hear the argument in the foyer below.

"You will do well to remember that he is my son, and I will not have you traipsing him around in Muggle slums!"

"Do you want him to be so completely unaware of the surrounding world? He'll have to live outside these walls one day."

Marvolo scoffed. "The boy is blind, Noctua."

"In sight, not in head," she retorted. "Though he will be if you all keep treating him this way."

It was nice to hear her support him, and from then on he enjoyed her company a lot more. She had so much wisdom to share, about the Muggle world, about his family, about the dark secrets that followed the Gaunts like shadow. When she went missing, he despaired in his bedroom alone, knowing all too well no one but him would care. It was only until that will arrived, balling up any last hope that she was alive, that he decided to shut the door on her disappearance once and for all – by chasing the information she'd last shared with him.

Salazar Slytherin's Scriptorium.

It hadn't been an immediate decision. Once he told Sebastian of the Scriptorium, and his aunt's futile quest to find it, Sebastian hounded him for weeks, desperate to seek it himself. Ominis shut down his questions, even though, secretly, he wanted answers himself.

Missy managed to convince him – if only because she reinforced how important it was for Sebastian to find a cure for Anne, something that was possible with the secrets of the Scriptorium. And, well, to sate his own curiosity Ominis wouldn't be moved, but for Anne, whom he loved as much as Sebastian did, he agreed to make an effort. He would put aside his distaste for the Dark Arts for closure.

"Don't mistake my agreeing to go as thinking this is a good idea. I'm only going to ensure you don't get into some sort of trouble."

Missy's voice turned upwards with agreement. "You've made the right decision."

On the other hand, his was rueful. "I hope we don't regret this."

They waited until nightfall. It should've been no trouble to get there for the three of them, since the Scriptorium's entrance was next to their common room – but come the clock chimes at midnight Missy was nowhere to be found. Sebastian paced in wait as Ominis pressed a heel to the wall where the secret door lay, trying to sense any vibrations beneath. Boot steps heading towards them snagged his attention.

But there were two pairs. The first, Missy's forceful strides. The second—

You.

Instantly he recognised it. The bounce of your curls. The clatter of your glasses. The shoes, merrily clacking against stone. The scent of you, so sweet and innocuous, and yet like pure ecstasy.

You startled at the same time he did, standing upright.

"Gibby—"

"Ominis—" Hearing you speak his name after so long, in a tone that wasn't revulsion, was like music. But the shock was gone when you turned to Missy, aggravated. "I-I didn't know he was coming."

"Yes," said Missy coolly, "this information comes from his family."

"And therefore it is my quest," he reiterated. "You cannot invite whomever you want."

"I thought the more people, the better." So composed and unperturbed. "Why? Will this be a problem?"

"Yes. She cannot go."

"And why not?" you challenged indignantly.

So damn naïve. "It's dangerous."

"When has that ever stopped me?"

"There's a first time for everything."

"You can put your wounded ego away, Ominis. There's no way I'm not going exploring with you all."

He swore steam erupted from his nose, but it took Sebastian, of all people, to step in and play middle man. "We'll all go— and no, Ominis, unless you're planning to hex her, I don't think you can stop her."

"Don't tempt me." He grinded his teeth. "If you get hurt—"

"You wouldn't care," you said coldly.

And you were right. He shouldn't have cared. He'd severed your bond almost a year ago now. But there was something in him helplessly clutched in your grasp. Something that wouldn't let him let you go.

"If we're ready," said Missy, elongating her words in a poor attempt to smooth the tension, "then you can tell us the first step into the Scriptorium, Ominis."

Lighting the braziers was the easy part. Other students had done it, lit the things to light their way through the dungeons and accidentally unveiled the door. But no one had got further. A dead end, it was declared.

Instantly, he knew why.

Whispers seeped through the chamber walls. As the others explored, and Missy repaired a broken relief, Ominis wished he could clap his hands over his ears. There was something terribly wrong with this place. Something dark.

"Wait— a journal entry! Under the broken pieces!" Sebastian snatched a crusty parchment from the ground. "Ominis— it's signed from your aunt."

"What?" He couldn't believe it. Then had she... succeeded? "What does it say?"

Sebastian read. "Wow... she tried to convince your father she'd found the Scriptorium. She came down to get proof."

Noctua was here. And, perhaps worse, his father knew. His father knew and never said a word.

Tears came unwilling to his eyes, and he fought to bat them back, but it was like the susurrations heard his pain, strengthening their efforts to unsettle him.

"What's wrong, Ominis?"

Your voice was a balm, even though Ominis hated himself for it. His throat ran dry.

"I— I can hear hissing."

"Hissing?" asked Missy.

"I'm a Parselmouth," he explained, and for some reason, admitting it in front of you filled him with more shame. "I can hear and speak to snakes."

"Wow, that's incredible."

The awe in Missy's voice disconcerted him. "All descendants of Salazar Slytherin have the ability."

"So what's it saying?"

Ominis swallowed and focused on the sound. It pulled such a deep fear from him, to use this ability he hadn't in so long. The worst of it was, it was like he'd last spoken it yesterday. Like he'd never stopped at all. He'd sworn a year ago to lock away all the darkness of his family bloodline and throw away the key, and yet here he was, standing in his predecessor's lair, the translation effortless.

For Aunt Noctua, he tried to convince himself. But it was much harder to pretend the ends justified the means.

"Speak to me," he murmured.

"The relief depicts a person facing a snake," said Sebastian. "And this door... well, it's covered in snake motifs."

Ominis felt it, if only to fuel the hope that his friend was wrong. Of course he wasn't.

His heartbeat was a wild stag in his chest. "But I— I can't. I haven't spoken it in years."

"I think you know it's not the sort of language you forget."

No. It wasn't.

Everything in this place was overwhelming. His father's deliberate silence, the darkness that fettered him when he thought he was free... He didn't realise he was shaking until a hand came to steady him. You. Because of course you knew about his aunt, and how fond of her he was. You knew how much this meant to him, even if you didn't know the horrible things he'd done to get here.

He hesitated pulling his arm away – a foolish mistake. Your touch lingered like your soap.

"Take your time," you said softly.

He tried to gather some lost mettle. For my aunt, he told himself, again and again, until the whispers didn't seem so scary. It was difficult to centre himself when three people were waiting on him, but knowing that behind this door were the answers for his aunt's disappearance, and potentially the answers for Anne's illness, lit the spark of courage he needed. All that was left was to speak.

So he took a deep breath. Forced it out again.

And he spoke.

The tongue was guttering and unnatural. Rusty. Yet the door recognised its own flesh, and as the snakes undulated along the door's surface, and it opened with a cold draught of wind, Ominis knew he'd never escape his family legacy. No matter how much he wished it.

The others cast Lumos and set about exploring the space. Even so many years here and there was still some wonder in discovering the new, the unwritten. Salazar Slytherin did not make it easy to enter his Scriptorium, as the enclosed stone hallways, suffused with the cold, were riddled with puzzles, most of them involving the use of sight. Missy managed to solve the first, a memory test that required her to twist dials to match symbols on the gates.

She clicked the first one. Something sharped sliced the air besides him, and Ominis flinched.

"What the—"

"The gate came down," Sebastian said, terrified but also in awe – a worrying amount. "Between the archway."

"So there's no way back."

You huffed a breath. "So there's only forwards."

Regardless of your optimism, that was not a comforting thought, and the group stayed closer together, firing Lighting charms into the darkness. Dust swirled beneath Ominis' nose, and yet the place had a damp, mildewed feel, unpleasant and uncomfortable, but as the others continued to solve Slytherin's riddles, a rising worry eschewed his fear. This was too easy. His ancestor, he hated to admit, was one of the greatest wizards of all time, and too clever to find entertainment in shallow puzzles. There had to be something worse.

"I don't like this," he murmured into the humming din at one point, as Sebastian and Missy searched for the next symbols.

He didn't mean to talk to you, but he had.

"We'll be okay," you said, even though you moved a little closer to him, closer than he'd expected. "Salazar Slytherin is your direct ancestor?"

He swallowed. "Yes."

A pause.

"He hated Muggle-borns, too."

On anyone else's tongue, the words were a jab. On you, they were only full of pity.

I don't hate Muggle-borns. I don't hate you.

But he couldn't bring himself to say it, and the silence that followed devoured him.

"I think this is the last one," said Missy, when they entered yet another identical stone corridor, the echo of her voice a small comfort in the confined space.

Sebastian had already turned this into a game. "Race you?"

She let out a single chuckle. "You couldn't keep up."

"Try me."

You laughed along to their competitive scrabbling. When the air rippled, and stone quaked, revealing a corridor that seemed to lead nowhere, you patted your cheeks twice and marched forwards on Sebastian's heels.

But Slytherin enjoyed games too.

The gate almost sliced Ominis' nose when it descended in front of him, cutting him off from you and Sebastian. A mere breath separated you, and yet the gap felt infinite.

Behind him, Missy spluttered. "Damn it!"

That meant— he was trapped.

Powerless.

He grabbed the gate, unyielding beneath his fingers. "Sebastian, what's going on?"

"I—" Sebastian startled. "Oh no."

He heard your intake of breath then.

"What's going on?" Ominis demanded.

"Bones," you said quietly. "And a note. I-It's from your aunt..."

She died here. You read it aloud, confirming Ominis' worst fears. Grief tore through him, swelling behind his eyes.

"This is the last puzzle," Sebastian said, voice firm. "There's a door, but it's sealed. It says Crucio on the floor..."

"No!" Ominis rattled the gate. "No, you can't. This is madness, Sebastian! Please—"

"Please what?" Sebastian said, frustrated. "The Scriptorium wants a price for entry. This is what we must pay."

But you didn't know any Dark Magic.

Sebastian did.

The realisation chilled Ominis down to his heart.

"Don't you dare!" he screeched. "Don't you dare use that curse on her!"

You stammered. "Ominis—"

"We're stuck!" Sebastian barked. "Your aunt died because she came alone. She didn't have anyone to use Dark Magic on. So unless you want to die like her, we don't have a choice."

"We always have a choice!"

Even though he didn't know what that was, even though it was Slytherin's nature to demand obedience or death. None of that mattered. What did was that you were the last person who deserved such pain, when you'd already been through so much. When he'd already caused it.

He tried with all his might to break the gate, bend it, cast the Exploding charm, whatever it would take to get him in the chamber.

"It won't work," Missy said, softer than he thought capable.

"I have to try—"

"It's okay," you mumbled, cutting him off. "I-I can take it."

The tremble betrayed your fear. Sebastian offered a compromise, that he could teach you and you'd use it on him, but even if you wanted to learn the curse yourself, which you didn't, there was no way you'd ever find the intention to use it willingly, and to use it willingly on Sebastian, no less, who'd done you no wrong since you'd known him.

Ominis banged his hands against the gate. "Damn it, Gibby—"

"I said I can do it," you snapped. "I'll be fine."

"I told you it was dangerous!"

"I knew the risks."

"Did you?" he challenged. "You came down to explore!"

"I'm not naïve, Ominis!" You came closer. "Of course the Scriptorium of Salazar Slytherin wouldn't be easy to get into. Of course I knew there was a price!"

But for you, and only you, to pay it? Was it by fate, that you walked in second, or was this what Slytherin wanted all along? For Muggle-born blood to pave the way for the rest of wizardkind?

His hands shook as he clutched the gate, so tightly his veins bulged. Once, you were the most naïve person he knew, but that day in the Undercroft had changed you as much as it had changed him.

You spun away, back to Sebastian. A deep breath.

"Okay. I'm ready."

"Are you sure?"

Presumably you nodded, because you didn't say the words.

And Ominis was helpless to listen as Sebastian raised his wand.

"Crucio!"

Your pain seemed to last for hours. For a second, a wink in time, you were silent, only that fizzing noise, that horrid, burning stench of the curse any indication anything was happening at all. But then you cried out, you wept, you mewled, howled – then it was pure agony, screams that arced through Ominis in ways he would never forget.

Something shifted. It was a softer noise than your screams, like mud, or honey almost, sinking into the ground. As the blockage melted, Sebastian ceased the spell, but your pain did not end, and when the gate shot back up, Ominis stumbled over himself to get to you.

"Gibby," he fell to your side, cradled you, ran hands over your shoulders and face, breathless. "You— I— are you—"

Your ragged breaths calmed. Your quivering eased. Tears ran down his own, probably splattering onto you, but you said nothing, only remained still in his grasp as he held you, comforted you.

Something warm drew up his temple then, and it took a second to recognise it. Your hand. Your thumb, combing back an errant lock of hair, skimming the mole on his temple.

"So you do care," you croaked.

He didn't know how to respond.

"I-I'm sorry," he said instead, failure washing through him. "I... I should've—"

"Don't," you whispered. "Not here. Not yet."

So he didn't. Instead, he wordlessly helped you to stand. Sebastian and Missy asked after you, and their awkwardness brought a new flush to Ominis' cheeks, but when you gave a shaky thumbs-up and an audible smile that warmed even this terrible place, the four of you headed into Slytherin's Scriptorium impeded no longer.

Sebastian and Missy got to work searching each nook and cranny of the cavernous chamber of stone walls, busy with the scattered remnants of Slytherin's work: parchment, scrolls, ancient tomes on shelves that seemed to hum with magic too ancient to describe. Ominis held onto you for the entire time, emotionally spent. You clutched his arm in return, and he felt the tremble of your grip, the vestiges of the curse. He should've helped to search the place, really, but he didn't trust that Slytherin, the most famous pure-blood supremacist in the history of Hogwarts, wouldn't have any last surprises for you.

Missy eventually found Slytherin's spellbook, and the exit, which chucked the four of you back out into the dungeons. You huddled behind the columns until you were sure there were no teachers or prefects, and only then did Ominis allow himself a moment to press his head to the stone, process everything he'd heard, felt.

His aunt was dead, bones lying cold in that corridor.

Sebastian had used Dark Magic like it was second nature.

You had been hurt. And you were owed an explanation.

But so close to the common room entrance was risking too much. If not Peregrine Malfoy, then another pure-blood, a painting, a ghost, a teacher bribed. Someone else, trading with secrets that could ultimately slither its way back to his family.

"Ominis," Sebastian sounded genuinely contrite, "about your aunt—"

"Oh please, Sebastian," he snapped, the anger sudden but healthy. He swung on his friend, teeth bared. "We were lucky we escaped at all."

"But I'm grateful that we did, because maybe now Anne—"

"And if you'd have died in there? How could you have saved Anne then?"

You startled. "Wait, let's—"

"Swear to me." He didn't bend under the weight of your gaze. "Swear to me, right now, that we will never engage with Dark Magic ever again. That— that we will never cause that pain again."

Sebastian was speechless. "But—"

"Swear it, Sebastian!"

"All right, all right." He took a breath. "Understood. And I... I really am sorry about your aunt."

Admittedly that closure was nice, to know Noctua was gone. He didn't voice anything, his feelings too raw and churning, and Sebastian headed towards the common room, Missy in tow.

"We'll go. You two... have a lot to talk about."

When the common room door slid shut, and it was only the two of you, alone, a new sort of worry seeded in his stomach. You said nothing for a while, the last moments that had passed between you as palpable as stone.

"I— I'm sorry," he forced out, this apology much harder than the last. "The Cruciatus Curse—"

"I'm okay," you repeated. A shuffle of your boot. "Are... are you going to talk to me again now? Are you going to tell me why you turned on me?"

But he found the words impossible and unmoving. He needed time, space, to heal from today, before he was ready to open another old wound.

"I-I can't. Not yet."

You paused. It was long and hard to bear, like a rake drawing down his chest.

"All right," you said quietly. "When you're ready, find me. You know where."

He did know where. Back in the early months of first year, when you were green and hungry, there were times when you weren't tagging in Ominis and Sebastian's shadows, times when they didn't know where you were at all. Once he decided, on whim, to search. The castle was huge and he wasn't optimistic, but he checked your favourite places: the Hufflepuff common room, the library, the front lawns and the sitting area outside Charms. When you weren't there and no one had seen you, he concluded he was just missing you, and hurried towards the Great Hall before his absence at dinner was noticed.

That's when he heard you, far above.

The hallways of the Viaduct Entrance were quiet – everyone was at the feast – and even still, your voice was barely a whisper. He halted, pausing to make sure, and there again was your sound, high-pitched and squealy and very you. Brow furrowing, he followed the noise up the stairs until he found himself squirrelled between the wooden joists holding the ceiling.

Whilst Ominis and Sebastian had claimed the Undercroft as their own, this was your space. He didn't know when you'd discovered it, or how, but here you were, curled beneath the beams.

Crying.

It surprised him. You, crying? When you were always so upbeat? When everything seemed to make you laugh? He approached you like you were a unicorn, easily spooked by noise. Still, you noticed him anyway.

"Oh! Ominis! I— I didn't see you there."

"That makes two of us."

But you didn't laugh, which meant something was very wrong.

He swallowed his pride. He'd never dealt with someone crying before, least of all a crying girl. "What's the matter?"

"You're going to think I'm silly."

"I already think that."

Another heaving breath. Another jab that didn't land. "Then— I don't know. You might laugh."

"Why would I—?" He stopped himself. That wasn't what you needed to hear. Instead, he sat next to you. "I won't laugh. Promise."

"Okay." You shuffled a little closer. "I-I miss home."

Ah. You were homesick. Frankly the concept was foreign to him – he'd never once missed his family. Even then he rejoiced every second he got to spend away from home. Still, it seemed to be eating you up.

"I-I'm not ungrateful," you said quickly. "I'm really happy to be here. And I really like magic. It totally makes sense – one time I exploded my brother's washing basket and we never knew how—"

"Exploded—?" He sighed. Just you things. "Never mind."

"But I miss them. My mama and papa run the confectionary. My brothers are supposed to take over when they're older, but Connor met Matilda Asher at church and everyone reckons they'll marry soon and he'll go into lumbering, and Ellian doesn't like sweets a lot, and he's much better at business and numbers anyway, and who knows how little Tam will grow up— oh no, I'm going to miss him growing up!"

Now you were weeping and hiccoughing. "Slow down. You're getting tears on my robes."

"Sorry. Is that... am I a wally?"

He didn't have the heart to ask what a wally was.

"Everyone gets homesick sometimes."

"You don't."

So you noticed. "I grew up in the magical world. You didn't. If I was suddenly dropped into the Muggle world, I'd be sad too. It's overwhelming to suddenly be in a different place with different people, let alone find out you're actually a witch, but you'll get used to it."

"What if I don't?"

"You will." It wasn't a guess. It was fact. "And your friends will help. Sebastian and Anne, and Adelaide and Evangeline and Arthur too."

"And you?"

"Yes," he said, managing a smile for your sake, "and me."

You took a deep breath, a sign that meant you would be okay.

"Do... do you have a tissue?"

"No."

"A... face-cleaning spell? Dryus Tearus?"

"You can't put -us at the end of words and expect it to be a spell. Just stop crying." It came out as a demand, even though Ominis didn't mean it to. He lifted the hem of his robes and wiped away the tears. "You'll get to go home at Christmas, which is only two months away."

By which point, he knew, you wouldn't feel so homesick anyway.

You squirmed when he drew the robe across your nose again. It was snotty, which made him grunt in disgust, which then made you giggle, and then use the sleeve of your own shirt to wipe the rest away.

"Thank you." You sniffled again. "I must look terrible."

"Awful."

A sharp pause – then another laugh, this one more like your usual self. "You are funny, Ominis Gaunt."

Funny was, perhaps, the last word he would ever ascribe to himself. It was, however, the perfect word to assign to his feelings a few days after the Scriptorium debacle, when he was finally ready to share the truth.

He didn't find you under the joists in the Viaduct Entrance's ceiling. Instead, where you were sitting that first time he caught you in first year, and where you sat in the subsequent times since, he found a note. Cleverly it was in braille, and he suspected there was no written words. He drew his thumb across the print.

Below astronomy deck, 8pm.

You had been waiting there, every day like clockwork. Waiting for him.

Ominis climbed the winding stairs. He didn't come up here often – without his sight, he couldn't read the stars, though he did still partake in stargazing theory and discussion. The floorboards croaked. So high up, the wind teased the tips of his ears, and he fussed with warming them until the deck was before him.

He thought he was alone, that he'd missed the chance today.

But you were here, coming up to him steadily. "Are you ready to talk?"

He nodded, voice scarpering deep into his throat. You waited. You weren't going to prompt him or give him any tools to help. You were as hungry for answers as you were before, but you would not make it easy. He would have to work for your trust.

He didn't know how to start.

"I— my family—" How did he tell you about the pain he went through, without diminishing yours? How could he articulate the horrors he'd experienced home, that he'd subsequently thrown back at you? "Some... things happened, when I was at home that summer after third year."

You waited still, not saying a word.

The beginning, then.

"You know my family hates Muggles. Hates Muggle-borns. It's an old pure-blood notion that Muggle-born magic is weaker, that it's stolen. I realised it was wrong when I met you, and regardless of my family's opinions I thought it was okay to be your friend."

"Opinions," you retorted. "You mean prejudice?"

"Yes," he agreed hoarsely, realising his error too late. "Yes, prejudice."

Silence again, as you waited for him to continue. He didn't know you could be so blunt.

"Peregrine Malfoy found out in third year we were friends. He— he told his father. Who told mine." Now his heart raced, his pulse thrashed, a cold clamminess prickled up and down his skin in disgust, shame, fear. "M-My parents, my brother Marvolo, they... they were displeased—"

Your hand found his arm then to steady him then.

"You don't have to continue."

"You deserve to know—"

"It's okay. I... I already know."

"You— what?"

"I've known since the Scriptorium."

"How?" he demanded, then seethed. "Damn Sebastian—"

"Not Sebastian," you mumbled.

Anne.

"It wasn't her place to tell either."

"No," you agreed, "but I wrote her a letter and she told me anyway, since you were being a dummy."

"But you know why, then," he reiterated, clutching your shoulders, hoping, begging to make you see. "You know why—"

"I know I lost my best friend," you said, angry tears snuffing your voice. "I know you suffered. I know your family are the vilest, most evil people on earth. I know that nosy Malfoy should mind his own business. Sebastian said he talked to him. He won't say a word about you now."

What the hell did Sebastian do? "It's too risky."

"I'd rather live in risk with you then not have you at all."

"You don't understand. My family will stop at nothing to protect the sanctity of the bloodline. If they are capable of hurting me, they will hurt you. Maybe— maybe worse. They might've tried something already if you weren't protected here, at Hogwarts."

"I'm not afraid of them."

"You should be. They can do so much worse than... than the slur I called you, Gibby."

"Mudblood. I know."

"Don't say—"

"Why? That word means nothing to me – it only meant something when it was coming from you."

He didn't know how to respond, speechless.

"Your family can continue to live their lives in hatred, but I won't ruin mine for their sake. If I have to keep my friendship with you a secret to keep you safe, fine." Your voice was fierce, incredible, beautiful. "But I am not losing you, Ominis Gaunt. Not again."

You knocked the breath from him then. Those were words he would never forget; you planted yourself deeper into his heart, where your flowers bloomed even in the shadows of his past.

You were his family, too.

It had taken him a long time to realise you always had been.

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#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis gaunt x reader #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy fanfic #acvas #acvasverse #gibby #my writing #my stuff

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crowsofdarkness · 4 months ago

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Vaz Prizrak: Chapter Seven

-gif not mine. credit to owner-

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Agent! Reader.

Content Warnings: language, 18 + implied smut, angst, fluff, violence, mentions of losing a pregnancy, thoughts of taking one's life, an attempt to take one's life. I will give another warning when that chapter is posted.

Summary: Bucky and Reader have been in their own solace while in Wakanda for years. They were finally happy to create the life they wanted and deserved. That was until a new foe came along to dust it all away.

Authors Note: This takes place during Infinity War and Endgame! If you haven't yet, please read Soldat and Dorogaya beforehand.

Tags: @globetrotter28 @sakuracyberhex @chinggay85-blog @bookofriverr @misatxox @that-blonde-girl @cats-chaotic-mind @wintrsoldrluvr @sebastians-love @pumpkin-babydoll @ordelixx @starfly-nicole @j23r23 @baw1066 @capswife

Soldat Masterlist | Dorogaya Masterlist | Vaz Prizrak Masterlist

The ship landed outside of Avenger’s headquarters in New York and as soon as my feet landed on the grass, I was met with a bone crushing hug from Natasha. She pulled away and placed hands on my cheeks, forcing me to look into her eyes.

She looked tired.

“You alright?” Natasha asked.

I nodded. “I’m not going to lie, I’m exhausted.”

Nat wrapped an arm around my shoulder and started leading me towards the compound, leaving Steve to walk slowly behind us.

“I’ve got your room setup with some clothes. Take all the time you want, we can catch you up to speed when you’re ready.”

“Clint tell you about our rendezvous together?” I questioned, the familiar halls bringing a small smile to my face.

She snorted. “It was nothing compared to our time in Budapest together.”

Gently pushing her away, I came to a stop in front of my old room and told Natasha that I would be down in the living area soon. We said goodbye with a quick hug and I was alone, staring at the dark, wooden door. I only lived there for a week but it still held so many bad memories of mourning Bucky that I was nervous to step inside.

After taking a deep breath, I entered the room and couldn’t help the very large smile that spread to my lips at the sight. On the nightstand was a beautiful bouquet of black roses next to an old picture of Bucky and I. My fingers traced over his face before picking up the note.

Buck mentioned that black roses were your favorite. He also made me promise him that I would look after you if anything did happen to him. I have failed the last five years but I promise that I will make up for it by bringing Bucky back home to you.

Xx Steve

“You knew I was going to come back with you?” I questioned the body that stood in the doorway behind me.

I didn’t have to turn around to see that Steve was leaning against the doorway, watching me with intent eyes.

“I knew that you would do anything to get him back, even if it meant seeing me again,” Steve admitted.

Finally turning to face him, I gave him a confused look. “Do you think I hate you?”

Steve shrugged and my heart dropped.

“I never hated you, Steve. Five years ago when Thanos destroyed the stones, I felt like there was nothing left to live for. My life had no meaning so I took my anger out on the people I loved other than Bucky,” I admitted.

“You know,” Steve started as we walked into the room and sat on the bed next to me, “I spent the last five years telling people that they have to move on but I can’t find it in myself to\o.”

He pulled out a familiar compass from his pocket and once he opened it, I saw an old picture of someone that he never talked about in front of me.

Peggy Carter.

I knew about his past with her back in the 40’s and knew that he loved her but I didn’t know that he was still in love with her.

“From what you told me about her, she seemed like a lovely woman,” I said.

Steve nodded. “She was. I only wish that I had more time with her. We never got our dance.”

I placed my hand on his thigh, giving it a loving squeeze. Our eyes locked for a brief moment and feeling the tension between us, I threw a thumb over my shoulder towards my bathroom.

“Uh, I really should shower before the team meeting.”

Steve reluctantly nodded and stood from the bed. “I’ll see you downstairs.”

When I was alone yet again, I forced my tired muscles from the bed and to the shower, hot water calling my name. My suit peeled away like a second skin as I stepped out of it, tossing it to the floor. The bruises and old scars from the last five years shone bright in the reflection of the mirror, my eyes refusing to look any longer. I then looked at the ink on my left arm, the tattoo mirroring Bucky’s old arm; the one he had when he was The Winter Soldier.

You’re starting to look like me with the tattoo and mask.

The familiar voice brought a soft smile to my face as I worked the shampoo deep into my long hair. The redness of my hair was still bright as the first day my powers changed it back in Romania, me even trying to dye it a couple years ago, only having it turn red again the next day.

I love your rose shampoo. The scent always stained my pillow case.

“God, I miss you,” I muttered to the voice.

My tears had mixed with the water from the shower head, unsure how hard I was actually crying until my loud sobs were heard echoing off the tiled walls of the bathroom. For the first time in five years, I allowed myself to mourn Bucky, the sobs racking my body, causing me to fall to my knees in the shower.

“I need you, Bucky. I don’t think I can handle it if this doesn't work,” I sobbed.

Dorogaya, don’t mourn me. I’m still here, watching over you.

“It’s not fair, you should be here with me.”

I love you, Y/N.

A soft knock on my room's door caused me to immediately stand, wiping the tears from my face, and turning off the shower. Once the towel was tightly wrapped around myself, I padded barefoot over to the door.

“Yes?”

“Are you alright? I heard you crying.”

Steve.

Damn his super soldier hearing.

“I’m fine,” I yelled through the door. “I just need to get dressed then I’ll be down stairs.”

Once I was dressed, I opened the door and almost ran into the hard chest that still stood in the doorway.

“Fuck, Steve. You scared me!” I curse, stepping back from him.

“Are you okay?” He questioned again.

His soft gaze told me that he was truly worried about me so I gave him a reassuring nod.

“I’m okay now. Want to walk with me?”

Steve nodded and we started to walk side by side down to the living room of the compound, where everyone was waiting to give me the rundown of the plan. Steve hadn’t mentioned anything about it to me on the way here since I had opted for taking a much needed nap.

“New tattoo?” Steve motioned to my arm.

“Uh, yeah. Let’s say that it was a dark time in my life.” I admitted.

A soft chuckle fell from Steve’s lips and we stepped onto the elevator, riding it down a few floors in a comfortable silence.

“Wait, say it again. My brain is having some trouble processing what you just said,” I spoke to Scott Lang.

He sighed. “Basically it’s time travel.”

I scoffed before looking between Steve and Natasha. “This is the big plan? Fucking time travel?”

“It’s going to work, Y/N,” Nat said.

My head shook with doubt as I leaned deeper into the couch, looking around the room at the faces I hadn’t seen in so long.

Tony had a family now, him and Pepper having a daughter.

Bruce had decided to live a life as the Hulk and Bruce Banner together. It was weird to look at first but eventually as time went on during the meeting, I got used to it.

Thor, on the other hand, had looked worse than all of us. He had taken the loss to Thanos harder than some of us, choosing to numb his pain with alcohol and letting himself go.

Clint sat next to me on the couch and he averted my attention from everyone else to him with a pat on my knee.

“I’m still pissed at you for telling them where I was,” I semi-joked.

He gave me a small laugh. “I know it sounds stupid but we have to try. For them.”

We had become incredibly close in the time we went on our killing spree before we parted ways and considered him a good friend of mine so if he had some hope for this plan, the least I could do was to try.

“Okay,” I nodded, then turned my attention towards Steve. “How do we know it’s going to work?”

“One of us will go back to a point in time. They’ll only get five minutes before we bring them back.” Steve stated.

“So a test run?” I asked.

Scott nodded. “Exactly, a test run. Now we have to decide who.”

“I’ll do it,” I stood without a second thought.

Dorogaya, no.

“Not happening, Y/N.” Steve shook his head.

I crossed my arms while looking at him, putting all the weight to my left foot. “Steve, you’ve known me for so long, do you really expect to change my mind?”

He sighed, defeated. “Let’s get you suited up then.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #sebastian stan #bucky barnes and reader #the winter soldier #marvel #the winter soldier x reader #the winter soldier smut #bucky barnes x agent!reader #james barnes smut #james barnes imagine #james bucky barnes #james barnes #james buchanan barnes #soldat bucky barnes #vaz prizrak bucky barnes

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emo-gremlin · 1 month ago

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Hey there! Yeah you! You wanna request "X reader"s of your f/o?

Well you've come to the right place! <3

First, the rules:

Nsfw is allowed here, and as such, I check the bios and pinned posts of anyone who interacts with that content. If I see that you are ageless, or a minor, you will be blocked.

No child readers or inkling/octoling readers. It makes me extremely uncomfortable and the inklings/octolings are heavily kid coded so I just don't feel comfortable writing those either.

Please keep the requests general. (I.E. sick reader, pop star reader, tired reader, etc.) This gives me room to breathe. If your request has something specific, like a chronic ailment, please leave a small description of what that is with your request. I will try my best to fulfill your request with as much respect as I can.

Please no ocs. These are solely "x reader" prompts.

I will only allow AUs if the creator of said AU is okay with people doing so. Or if the creator of the AU themselves comes to ask for it. I do not want to make anyone uncomfortable.

I have the right to decline any prompt. Writing is a hobby of mine, one that took me a long time to finally come back to without bad memories tainting it. Please, don't ruin this for me.

I will take song inspired requests, as long as the lyrics are not attacking groups of people (except pedos. We hate pedos in this house) or using slurs.

Feel free to introduce me to your F/os! Who knows, I might end up writing for them!

Who I'll write for:

Mr. Puzzles & Mr. Wpnz (SMG4)

Oracle & Prophet (Vintage 8 analog horror universe)

The Doctor/Harley Sawyer (Poppy Playtime) [POST EXPERIMENT ONLY]

Cancer Lord (Rage vs. Cancer)

Banban (Garten of Banban)

RGB (The Property of Hate)

Vox (Hazbin Hotel)

Uriel (Angel Engine)

CRT (Please Stay Tuned)

Henry Hotline (Finding Frankie) [Both Toon and Monster versions]

John Doe (John Doe game)

Tomie (Junji Ito)

AM (I have no mouth and I must scream)

Lolzhax (Freddy in Space 2)

Edgar (Electric Dreams 1984)

P.AI.nter & Sebastian Solace (Pressure) [Post Experiment Sebastian only]

King Dice (Cuphead)

P03, Grimora, Magnificus, Leshy (Inscryption)

Mr. Cannibal (My Cannibal Puzzles Au)

Mr. Serpent (Me and @sneklover 's Serpentine Puzzles Au)

Admin .T. Irving (The Hex)

PAL (Playtime with percy) [Tamagotchi form only]

Kinito (Kinitopet)

TAU (2018)

More may be added in time

Requests are currently OPEN!

Have fun!

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libellule-ao3 · 2 years ago

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✨️Welcome!✨️

I'm a passionate reader & fanfic writer, active since 2020 on AO3. But my journey with fanfiction goes way back—I have even older works lurking on ff.net.

Here, you'll find my fics, HCs, and gorgeous fanarts (not mine, but treasured!).

💚 To me, fanfiction is all about creativity, passion, and sharing stories that make us feel something. Whether you're here to read, discuss, or just scream over favorite tropes, you're more than welcome!

📩 Got a question, a request, or just want to chat about my works? My inbox is always open!

✨ And to everyone who reads, likes, reblogs, or comments—thank you! Your support means the world to me. 🫶

✅️ = Completed fanfiction

▶️ = Work in progress

⚠️🤜 = Graphic depictions of violence

🔞🌶= Smut

Hogwarts Legacy:

✅️ | Obsession | 🔞🌶 | Dark!Dominis/You-F!Reader | 21k words

After Hogwarts, Ominis Gaunt embarks on a journey of introspection to gain perspective on his life. Haunted by your promise, which he ignored at the time, he returns to London a year later and discovers your new intimacy with Sebastian. No matter! For Ominis, you must honour the promise he never asked of you. Whether you like it or not.

▶️ Lullaby for Cursed Seeds | 🔞🌶| ⚠️🤜 | Ominis Gaunt/Evelyne Lavandin | 45k words (#EVINIS)

Ominis Gaunt, the pure-blood wizard, struggles to thrive in the stifling shadow of his family manor. A prisoner of a heritage he rejects.

Evelyne Lavandin, on the other hand, is a precocious Muggle-born witch who has been uprooted since people greedy for power and money tore her away from her family.

Two characters and two solitudes separated by everything. And yet, who still believes that encounters are the fruit of chance?

✅️ | Rosa Incarcerem | M | Evinis

✅️ | Venom & Velvet | 🔞🌶 | Evinis |

She didn’t think her birthday mattered. He took it as a personal offence. So no cake, no candles. Just Ominis, velvet, and a few bites from a serpent that’s anything but natural. Happy birthday, Evelyne!.

✅️ | Wild Surrender | 🔞🌶| Sebastian/You + Garreth/you) |

Sebastian doesn't want you! And although he has kissed you passionately in what he calls a moment of weakness, he never misses an opportunity to remind you of it. For Garreth, this rejection is too ostentatious to be sincere and he decides to help you force Sebastian to reveal himself.

✅️ | The Snake's Duality |🔞| ⚠️🤜 | Dark!Seb/Ominis, ambiguous relationship |

Sebastian has just been released from Azkaban after more than three years in prison. 1 223 days to be exact. His first instinct is to find Ominis, whose weekly letters rekinkled in extremis his desire to live, drained by the dementors, and he realise that a shadow reeking of malevolence is following him like a shadow.

✅️| Bloody woman! |🔞🌶| Sebastian/F!reader |

✅️| Blood will out | Dad!Ominis x unnamed mc |

✅️| Veins of time | Leila Sae-OFC & Evelyne Lavandin-OFC (Written for the Secret Magic Santa 2023)|

✅️ | Late Bloom | Mirabel Garlick/OFC |

After the shared night with Viviane, Mirabel reflects on the path that led them to this intimate moment, anticipating the challenges of their future together.

✅️ | In the Shadow of Midnight Confessions for silverxstardust |Sebastian/You |

When Sebastian met you in the Slytherin common room, you didn't expect to receive such a confession. Nevertheless, it explains a lot.

✅️ | Lonely Pleasure |🔞🌶| Ominis/you |

✅️ | Sex under the coat | 🔞🌶| Ominis/Evelyne |

✅️ | In the Shadow of the Lost Time for Tamayula💛 | M | Dad!Sebastian/Sakurako (MC) |

Devastated by the loss of his wife Sakurako, Sebastian falls into despair and obsession. Torn between his duty as a father and his quest for escape, he seeks solace through questionable means.

✅️ | Desiderium Patris Indigni for Tamayula💛 | 🔞🌶| Sebastian/Sakurako (MC) |

Haunted by his past mistakes, Sebastian fears he may be unworthy of his future role as a father and of his child's love.

✅️ | Himitsu no Shibari for Annarielmidori 💚| 🔞🌶| Ominis/You-F!reader |

In feudal Japan, where duty reigns supreme, you find yourself trapped in an arranged marriage with a ruthless daimyo. However, you unexpectedly discover solace in the arms of your brother-in-law, Ominis.

▶️ In Mrs Gaunt's Nightgown | 🔞🌶|Ominis Gaunt/You-F!Reader

Like all young women, your friend Adelia dreamed of a loving union.But like most pure-blooded witches, she found herself trapped in an arranged marriage. However, she sees a clause in her marriage contract that offers her a way out... and you are the key.

Ominis' wand + Sebastian's wand

Some Hogwarts Legacy characters & their MBTI types

Ominis, his eyes and his experience as a blind wizard

NSFW Alphabets: Ominis Gaunt | Dark!Ominis | Sebastian Sallow

Solomon Sallow analysis

Meet: Evelyne Lavandin (OFC- Hogwarts Legacy)

HOGWARTS MYSTERY:

▶️ Jae Kim's bets |🔞🌶 | ⚠️🤜| Jae Kim/Annie Thorn | 59k words

When Jacob's sister makes a stupid bet to motivate him during the chore of washing dishes imposed by Pitts, she has no idea what she's getting into. Indeed, Jae Kim is a particularly mischievous boy, with much naughtier aims than she imagined. Will their little games strengthen their friendship, destroy it or lead to a romantic relationship?

▶️Life Links | T | Second war against Voldemort from the POV of the hphm characters |

The members of the Circle of Khanna, an underground student organisation dedicated to bringing justice to their murdered comrade, have grown up. Since graduating, some of them have never left each other's side, while others never thought they would see each other again. Yet as the final battle against Voldemort looms, only one question remains. How will the links forged yesterday influence the battle of Hogwarts?

✅️ | Are flowers counted? |Jae Kim&Annie Thorn |

For the first time in 100 years, Phyllida's Flutterby bushes will bloom at Hogwarts. This is an exceptional event which, by chance of the calendar, falls on Valentine's Day.

✅️ | Skating Lesson | Jae Kim&Annie Thorn |

A lesson in skating turns out to be much more instructive and valuable than expected.

✅️ | Broken Promise | Jacob&Annie&Peregrine |

Jacob suffers from his father's absence and tries to spare his little sister the same grief.

✅️ | Little Sheninagans for Eternalchocolaterain 💙| T | Merula Snyde/Quinn Lee) => [on Tumblr]

Gossip about her relationship with Quinn is getting on Merula's nerves, and she's determined to divert attention from the rabble.

Meet Annie Thorn (MC) & Jacob Thorn

NARUTO:

✅️ | From Monster to Brother | ⚠️🤜 | Gaara & Temari & Kankurō & Baki | 13k words

Fanfiction about how Gaara reconnected with Temari and Kankurō after the Konoha Crush.

*Dividers : @/cafekitsune

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jadeverse-asks · 1 year ago

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Hey everyone! (read here for main blog rules!)

I have gained quite a collection of unusual/unpopular F/Os lately over the past few years, so I've decided it'd be a fun idea to open up this blog and have anyone send in x reader/headcanon asks if they happen to like them as well :)

Who I write for atm! (will be updated if a new F/O is gained!)

Telltale Batman (Telltale Bruce Wayne and John Doe/Telltale Joker, main husbands atm don't ask me :3)

MLP (Sunset Shimmer, Limestone/Marble Pie, Pipp Petals, Hitch Trailblazer and Autumn Blaze preferred!)

Sonic (Espio the Chameleon)

Mina and the Count (The Count)

Little Monsters 1989 (Maurice)

Goosebumps (Slappy, movie versions only)

Sebastian Solace (Pressure)

Pitch Black (Rise of the Guardians)

The Guava Juice Show (Hart Spirit)

Teen Titans (Mad Mod)

Scooby Doo (Velma Dinkley, any version save for THAT version is okay!)

Tiny Toons (Fifi La Fume, aged up though and the reboot version of her is allowed too!)

Puss in Boots the Last Wish (Big Jack Horner)

Helluva Boss (Queen Bee and Vassago)

Eddsworld (Edd only)

SMG4 (Mr. WPNZ atm but might be able to do Puzzles for some of you simps too lol)

Bugbo (Bugbo only, but can negotiate other characters if you want)

Inside Job (Reagan Ridley)

Looney Tunes (Marvin/Commander X-2/The Invader)

The Simpsons (Sideshow Bob and Jacques)

Flint the Time Detective (Merlock Holmes aka Narugami Kyoichiro)

Gorillaz (2-D)

A Goofy Movie (Bradley Uppercurst for the moment but can negotiate other characters too)

Danny Phantom (Vlad Masters/Plasmius)

Treasure Island (Dr. Livesey, 1988 film version)

Loonatics Unleashed (Rev Runner)

Dad'X (Striker/Foudror, this cartoon/fandom is kinda obscure btw but I still decided to include him!)

TF2 (Medic and Sniper)

Now for rules!

-I can write both SFW and NSFW, however fetish/abuse/death/anything else weird is not allowed

-Any gender/pronoun is allowed for asks!

-Reply times to asks may depend on how busy I am, and GIFs of your asked character may be included with my answers :)

-I don't really tend to chat and just take asks, so keep that in mind about me!

-However if you want you can ask the characters questions themselves, they'd be happy to answer you :3 (new rule as of 14/07/2024)

-And finally my inbox is always open, and have fun simping and asking! >3

#headcanon #fandoms #ask me anything #ask me stuff #ask me things #send asks #x reader #i am trash #blog welcomer

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anemoic-pluviophile · 11 months ago

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Master List

List of all my works. Both those posted on tumblr and elsewhere.

Key

PS - Pure Smut (minors dni)

F - Fluff

PWS - Plot with smut

Criminal Minds

Oblivious - Spencer Reid x OC (PWS)

Agent Rory James is haunted by her dark past. Drifting through life entangled in relationships doomed from the beginning, her spirit on the brink of collapse.

Dr. Spencer Reid is a genius within the BAU. Harbouring a hidden loneliness, drowning in his intellect, yearning for connection.

Amidst the shadows of their demons, their paths collide amid a dangerous case. Drawn together by an unspoken understanding, they find solace in each other's brokenness.

But as they navigate the tangled webs of their hearts, secrets emerge and danger lurks. Will they unravel the mysteries within themselves and find the courage to embrace the love they seek, or will they remain oblivious, unaware of the light that could set them free?

Harry Potter

Look After You - Draco Malfoy x OC x Fred Weasley Love Triangle (PWS)

All she wanted was for everything to be different.

She wished she looked different, with a different family and a different name.

She wished things were better, brighter.

When she starts in her third year at Hogwarts as a transfer student from Beauxbatons, she believes she may just have a chance to change everything.

But Leda Wright is a realist, and everything is too much to ask.

Maybe if she cannot have everything she deserves nothing.

Maybe she should just give into the darkness.

Or maybe just maybe she'll find her bright shining sun to keep the shadows away.

Tease - Part 1 - Sebastian Sallow x Reader (PS)

Sebastian doesn’t like when you accept the advances of other men.

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donutz · 10 months ago

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Yandere Sebastian x reader if you okay with it?

Yandere alphabet Sebastian Solace headcanons

When Sebastian gets TOO attached

— Credits to @dear-yandere for the prompt!! I probably won't do this again because I don't enjoy yanderes all that much. But don't feel bad for requesting this, I enjoyed this and had many laughs ^_^

Warnings: There's gonna be a lot, but there's no acting it out I swear; Mentions of abduction, fighting back, lashing out, escaping, punishment(NOT IN A 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 WAY), dying(You don't die), isolation, crying, screaming, exploition, hurting Reader, revere/worship, breaking, manipulation, and drugging Reader!!; Remember they're just mentions, so it doesn't happen; This turns out to be bad at the end, I think, I'm just tired

Affection(How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get)?

Sebastian would get the urge to just hug you, specifically hugging you really tight just so you can’t leave

He wouldn’t do it himself, because he doesn’t want to get too close to humans

You’d have to act out most of the affection, physical affection especially

He doesn’t mind doing acts of service, and loves quality time

Spending time with you is just so simple for him, and really builds trust between you two

That’s what he thinks

You’d have to be near dead or just really emotional in a moment for him to say he loves you

It’s not like he doesn’t! No way! Who wouldn’t?!

But maybe it’s better that others don’t love you.. Romantically of course

Family is important

It wouldn’t get too intense, just hugging you pretty tight to the point you can’t go anywhere

Or just keeping you in his shop for a long amount of time, he already took care of that radar thing, don’t worry

He really likes to stitch up any injuries or help you with them, even the smallest cuts can make him want to heal you

One time you were hanging around for a large amount of time, taking in all of the time you two spent together

You realized that you needed to go, standing up to go to the vent

He stopped you, holding your whole arm with just one of his hands, yelling for you to wait

You looked back at him shocked and confused

“... Sebastian”?

“Could you.. Just stay a little longer”?

Let’s say in this moment you had a crush on him

“Uhm. Yeah, sure, I don’t mind”.

That interaction was the start of it, of him clinging to you, wanting you to stay here

Here with him

He wondered why he felt this way

Blood(How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling)?

Not too bloody, he finds human blood disgusting… Well– it depends on the human

Not really, I mean he’ll admit that your blood smells gross, whether he loves you or not

He might even feel a little bit guilty after

Minus the monsters, if anybody else really touches you, he’ll just scowl but leave it alone

He’ll most likely act out on somebody who was making you uncomfortable

Maybe even kill them? But not in his shop, somebody else may smell it and allege that he had done it

He doesn’t want to hurt them… In front of you, he’d just scare them off

If they didn’t get scared off then he’d break their arm

Then you’re just in the back watching it all, looking at the prisoner and then Sebastian

“.... Oh my”.

The prisoner would yell out for help, then they’d pass out

Sebastian would try to explain to you that he was just— Removing a bad.. Prisoner?

“No it’s fine, I— I understand”…

Maybe he loves you even more after that?

Maybe you love him even more now?

Cruelty(How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them)?

Uhm.. I’m not sure!

I wouldn’t think Sebastian would abduct Reader, mainly because he wants to focus on getting out of the Hadal Blacksite

But hypothetically, if he were to…

I think he wouldn’t try to smile at you every time he saw you, to show you that he wouldn’t want to be messed with

“Sebastian, you didn’t need to abduct me”.

“Uh— What”...?

He isn’t very good at the abducting thing… Maybe that’s why those ropes are so loose…

While that’s true, it’s mainly because he doesn’t know how to tie a rope

It’s embarrassinggg… Don’t tease him too much about it

He would TRY to tease you, make it SEEM like you miss the outside

Yet in this universe, you don’t mind, at all

But that doesn’t mean you enjoy just being by yourself down here

He would never mock you! Seriously anyways

Minus me not really enjoying yandere things, I actually would think that Sebastian isn’t really good at yandere stuff

Other than just having those feelings for you, breaking your legs is… Crazy

Ugh, don’t even SPEAK about isolating you from the world, that’s somewhat worse

He knows what it’s like, and if you’re not working for Urbanshade, he wouldn’t want to put you through that

Not the person he loves!

Why would someone do that…?

Darling(Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will)?

No, I mean if turning off that detonation system counts then yeah

Why would he abduct you just for you to die in thirty minutes?

That’s dumb.

He wouldn’t do anything romantic to you without your consent

If he did then that would mean he’d be just like those Urbanshade ‘people’

Eventually he’d just let you go

Disappointed in himself for even thinking of doing this

Sorry if you’re into abduction☹️

Exposed(How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling)?

Since he feels this way already, he might as well spill out his feelings? Right?

He’d let you read his document for free, after knowing and loving each other of course!

Randomly he’d just reveal bits and bits of his past, of Urbanshade, that stupid company…

In those emotional moments, he would talk about what had happened

Possibly even how he feels? Like everyday I mean, not about you

Actually it’s both

“How— How I FEEL ABOUT YOU IT— IT EATS AT ME EVERYDAY”!!!

Yeah

He’d turn his back to you, which is very important for a scared creature

Like a cat, I’m not saying he’s like a cat

He might like cats, or hate them, I’m not sure, just a random headcanon

He’d LOVE to open up to you, he swears!

He trusts you too, a lot

But in order for him to do that, please, don’t joke about his past

Sebastian can be very vulnerable, one time he was resting his head in your lap

Somehow

A huge creature on your lap, his head the size of your torso, it was nice

Fight(How would they feel if their darling fought back)?

There’s no point, he can crush your head with his hand

He would regret not drugging you

He’d slap you so you can pass out, but he doesn't want to hurt you! At all!

Please don’t fight back, you’re making it harder than it needs to be

You’re hanging up by the back of your shirt, with his claw, flailing

“Oh my god!! Sebastian I’m choking”.

“Oh, sorry”.

That wasn’t serious

He just might yell at you to stop fighting

Game(Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape)?

No, he’d be very annoyed every time you’d escape, it just shows how sane you are

The more times you try to escape, the more days you stay down here

Because if you escape then you might tell Urbanshade about him, they’re the only ones who know he’s alive so they might believe you

It’s better to just play into it, so you can leave earlier and be mentally okay

He doesn’t enjoy cat and mouse, not with you

I mean if he was hunting somebody down at that dumb company, he would LOVE it, temporarily

It’d get annoying after some time

He doesn’t enjoy watching you struggle and squirm in those barely tight ropes

He’d tell you to just give up, he’s not going to let you go

After many attempts of escaping, he’ll give you a HUGE tip

“If you want to escape so badly, then START loving me”.

If you’re smart enough, you’ll get that pretending that you love him will get you out of here

If you aren’t and keep escaping, it’s not going to go good for you

He may not be good at ropes, but he may be good with certain drugs

To keep you down here of course

He wouldn’t want to manipulate you into loving him

… He might have to though

Hell(What would be their darling’s worst experience with them)?

I would guess him giving you your ‘every-other-day’ drugs so you can stay with him

Being convinced that you’ll stay down here with him forever is a bad one

Uhm… Him yelling at you?

God, he really doesn’t want to make it hard for you! Just LOVE HIM ALREADY!!!

IT ISN’T THAT HARD.

Or maybe it is

Abducting you wasn’t the best option so you can love him

He doesn’t enjoy isolating you from the world, but he can’t just have you getting with anybody else!!

No he—... He could never let you with anybody else

😈😈

Ideals(What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling)?

He’d hope you’d love him back

So he could let you go

He doesn’t want you to stay down here

He doesn’t want to drug you

It hurts

He doesn’t want for you to go through the same thing he did

Minus the experiments

Maybe not marriage, but being together romantically is a dream for him

He imagines being more happier

Happier with you

You’re so important to him :(

Imagining being at the surface, being Solace again

Oh what a dream.

He’d marry you if he was human

He is NOT HAVING KIDS!!!

It’s not just the sex part, it’s having to deal with kids

Don’t tell anybody I said this but… I think Sebastian is asexual...

Shh shhh…

Jealousy(Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope)?

He can get really jealous, only if he sees anybody else being friendly with you

Unless it’s the other monsters, he’d be surprised but also proud

Of the monster, but it also depends on the monster

If it was Eyefestation or The p.AI.nter he’d feel very proud

Getting along with a human is… Strange down here

To realize they’re all not bad

Some of them are good

Anyways, if you start to talk about your (possible)friends at the surface then his face expression would change

From a restful expression to slightly stressed and furious

He immediately wipes that expression off his face

Sebastian doesn’t want you to realize he’s jealous

Too bad you already noticed

“What? You jealous or something?” You tease

“No I’m just.. Surprised you have friends”.

“Ouch, oh wow you hurt me”!

He tries to not lash out, but maybe a distraction can work or something

“Heyyy! Y’know I think that I wouldn’t mind ONE person leaving MY shop RIGHT NOW”.

You two look at him with confusion

“AN INDIVIDUAL WHO I DON’T KNOW?” He hints

Your friend flashes him with a flash beacon

“WH—” Sebastian wipes his hands over his face

You look at your friend and get close to them while looking at Sebastian, “Alright I think you should—”

“GET OUT”!!!

After they leave, you talk with Sebastian, trying to figure out what was going on before he got beamed

Apparently he was, ‘tired of intruders’

Kisses(How do they act around or with their darling)?

He can act kind of bashful when it’s just the two of you

He seems annoyed when you tease him but he doesn’t mind all that much

He jokes or flirts at times

Whenever he’s flustered he looks away, and you can tell by the lean of his head

He doesn’t try to act nonchalant or extremely confident, he’s just himself

He gets more on edge around others, but they get softer and less rigid around you

You guys would seem like really good friends from a different point of view

Not really with the back-and-forth flirts you two do

If you say something that’ll REALLY get to him, he’ll go silent

And if he could, he would blush

Love letters(How would they go about courting or approaching their darling)?

I would think you’d confess first

He really doesn’t want to ruin the relationship between you two

But if he ends up confessing first then it would be on accident

He’d be rambling and then all of the sudden,

“And that’s because I love you and—”

Something like that

He didn’t even catch what he said so you’d have to call him out on it

“Wait what did you just say”?

“Huh”?

“Like— What was that last part”?

“Oh you mean ____”?

“No I mean before that”.

Then he’d look all confused until he realized what he said

Silence…

“Don’t worry I love you too I just wouldn’t think you’d say it so suddenly.” You laugh

Maybe if he was corny and back in college or something(If he was even in college) and HUMAN, he’d give you a love letter

I would think Sebastian would be good with poetry

Perchance

Mask(Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else)?

Yeah, but he wouldn’t make it too obvious that he likes you

Unless he was around somebody who’s emotionally intelligent, or intelligent in love

Then they’d definitely get the hint

He sounds more stern and angry around others, but with you he sounds more soft and calm

His voice is more lowered, not in a alpha🐺🐺 way but I mean more comfortable

Maybe even some voice cracks? If that’s possible

Make fun of him afterwards, it’s worth it even after he looks mad

Letting you hang around in the shop is diabolical, he just really hopes somebody doesn’t come across you two

Seeing him with his guard down and chilling with a human is his worst nightmare

Minus Urbanshade

It gets worse if they start to make fun of him for being around a human

He’s just more… Serene.

Around you

Naughty(How would they punish their darling)?

Oh uhm

We’re not getting 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 but, he would just make the days longer for you and give you MORE drugs

If you insult him he tries to not act out on it, he thinks it makes him weak

Letting insults get to you is weak

In his opinion

So the insults don’t have much consequences minus an annoyed stare

Oppression(How many rights would they take away from their darling)?

Maybe screaming?

I’m sorry I’m not too good with this yandere stuff

It’s uhh… Interesting to me😁

Patience(How patient are they with their darling)?

I mean unless you’re screaming for hours on end he can be pretty patient

But if you scream too much he’ll just have to put duct tape over your mouth

He’ll wait, and wait for you to just accept him

He really doesn’t want to keep you trapped down here

I know I’ve already said it but he REALLY doesn’t want you down here

If you’re obedient then he’ll just let you out early

If you’re obedient AND love him that is

He doesn’t want you to go telling others about what happens

Unless you make a deal

Likeeee

“If you let me go and we can spend more time together then maybe I could fall for you. Instead of drugging me and keeping me down here, I could actually love you”.

He’ll think about it then agree to it

And guess what!

You ended up loving him

Possibly…

Quit(If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on)?

He’d just give up after some time, expecting this

Expecting for people to leave him again

Humans

Let me split this up

— Dying

Holy MOLY.

He’s grieving forever

Your death would be the last thing he thinks of before crying to sleep

He HATES being reminded of your death every single day

Sometimes he thinks of not even meeting you in the first place

Then he wouldn’t feel this way, about a human

I mean seriously, if you couldn’t come back and I’m talking about realistically, he would be super duper sad!!

— Leaving

He knows it’s better for you, but he wants you with himmm

Unless you can get him out of here

Please get him out of here

He’s going to miss you, a lot

It’s been a year daddy

Sorry☹️

— Escaping

Oh my god!! How did you do that with those ‘tight’ ropes on your wrists!!

He’d be PISSED.

Searching for you, EVERYWHERE

It’s not like you’d go that far, or find those endless rooms

Right?

RIGHT???

Pretty please don’t escape, he just might catch you

Then he’s not letting you go, since it’s OBVIOUS you don’t love him AND you’re not obedient

Regret(Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go)?

ONE HUNDRED PERCENT

He would regret it everyday that you’re down here!

Sebastian doesn’t want to!! He just needs you!!!

He feels pretty bad for capturing you down here

Constantly worrying about if your head will pop from the pressure

Sometimes he thinks that he abducted the wrong person

He’d let you go if you loved him back, possibly even on the first day!

You’d be really lucky if he did that

Butttt, you’d HAVE to promise you won’t tell anybody about this

That he’s down here, other than the prisoners and monsters

A weight would be carried off his back when he would let you go

Stigma(What brought about this side of them [childhood, curiosity, etc])?

Loving you?... Or a sprinkle of no good human interaction?

He’s never gotten so close with somebody, except for family or having friends at school

Feeling this way about a human after the experiments hit him pretty hard

So I would think that the reason he feels this way could be because of the experiments

It’s affected him a lot, especially how he feels about the human species

He’s forgot some things, so he can’t really recall a good human action that’s happened to him

Him loving you and negative human interaction mixed together is the factor on why he feels this way

Tears(How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves)?

I wouldn’t say he’s a sadist, to you

If it were somebody bad dying then he’d smile

Heh… When I smile, RUN😈

I would love for Gianni to say that

Anywho, he wouldn’t enjoy seeing you suffer like that

It reminds him of the experiments he went through

Hearing your scream scares him in a way, to realize that he’s doing that type of stuff to you

To hear you screaming out of fear and pain

It makes him sad

He’s either going to let you go or just keep you forever

Depends on how he feels

Don’t scream, it makes him feel bad :C

Crying makes it worse

Are you really that scared?

Did he really do that to you?

The ‘person’ who loves you?

Is it really love if he’s torturing you?

If you were to isolate yourself then he’d think you broke

Just seeing you this way reminds him of lying on that cold table

Nearly alive and awake being poked and prodded at

Ughh, just shut up already and leave

That’s something he would say

Unique(Would they do anything different from the classic yandere)?

Letting you go and actually feeling bad for you

Not being fully insane

Feeling guilty

Actually being somewhat sane

Just feeling the way a good person would feel

Even after turning into that ‘monster’

He is definitely one in a million when it comes to yanderes

Vice(What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape)?

His feelings

And his trauma

Definitely his trauma

Not making fun of it, but more like speaking about it emotionally

“Did those experiments turn you this way”?

“The negative human interaction just— Impacting you when you realized that not all humans are bad”?

Yeah, make sure to use that against him

To make it seem like you know what he went through

Make it seem like his feelings are recognized

Manipulation 101

Wit’s end(Would they ever hurt their darling)?

NO!!

I TOLD YOU NO!!!

NOOOOO!!!!

That was a reference by the way

Aren’t I just so funny?

Xoanon(How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over)?

His respect for you is just average I would say

Before he met you it would be pretty small, then it would raise if you didn’t flash him with the flash beacon

If you show him genuine respect then he’ll do it back

Even if he loves you

He’s not going to worship you! Ughh, ew that’s… Nasty!!

He thinks it, not me!

Doing acts of service, like healing you, opening a door for you, things like that

He’d compliment you at times but it’s rare

He’d ask The p.AI.nter what are ways humans currently show affection

“HAH. LOSER.” It generates

Yearn(How long do they pine after their darling before they snap)?

If he gets hints that you love someone else

I’m getting tired it’s 11 pm

Zenith(Would they ever break their darling)?

He would think he did if you acted a certain way

But I don’t think he would on purpose

I apologize if I've annoyed you in anyway from mentioning how I feel about yandere stuff. I just find it kind of insane to even think of those type of actions, especially romanticizing it.

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•Pressure (Roblox)

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Marvel Rivals

Lin Lie:

Fists In The BlackLine: pt.1 Lin Lie [Iron Fist] x f!reader NSFW

pt.2 Lin Lie [Iron Fist] x f!reader NSFW

Don't Tell Your BF: Iron Fist [Lin Lie] x f!reader

Taming the Giantess: Iron Fist [Lin Lie] x f!giant!reader

Fires of Shao Lao: Lin Lie x f!reader x Shao Lao

misc:

Adam Warlock x Reader

Galacta x F!Reader

Arcane

MelVik NSFW

Jinx x F!Reader NSFW

Friend of Noxus: Ambessa x Silco SFW

Drabble/Hc: Ambessa x Silco NSFW

Identity V

Andrew Kreiss x gn!reader NSFW

Ganji Gupta x gn!reader NSFW

AesVic NSFW

Edpatty NSFW

Efron weisz x reader

Weeping Clown:

Please Madam!: Weeping Clown x f!reader NSFW

Relationship Exploration Drabble: Joker x Reader NSFW(?)

Pain & Glory: JokerMike NSFW

_P&G part 2: jokermike angst

__P&G part 3

___P&G part 4

JokerMike Drabble

Quickie: JokerMike One-shot NSFW

Pressure (Roblox)

Gold Ring: Sebastian Solace x gn!reader SFW

Eleven Weeks: pt.1 Sebastian Solace x gn!reader SFW

pt.2 Sebastian Solace x gn!reader NSFW

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Sal Fisher x reader NSFW

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Dueling Thoughts [Sebastian x Slytherin F!Reader]

A quick fic based off of the banter between Natty and Seb during your second visit to the crossed wands dueling event. Fluff, pining, and misplaced frustration. As a disclaimer, I did not proof read this and it’s 1 am.

“Ready for another round?” Sebastian asked the Gryffindor girl, shifting his weight back and forth, impatient for another fight. Truth be told, he needed a fair distraction and dueling was the best thing for just that.

As of late, Sebastian felt claustrophobically aware of you at near all hours of the day. If he wasn’t wondering where in the castle you were, he was fighting the inner neediness of look at me, look at me anytime you were in the same room.

It was absolutely maddening.

What did not help was the fact that you both shared a majority of classes together. And if you weren’t in class with him, you were in class with Ominis — which he would also hear about later. It would almost be tolerable if he could find solace in the common room, but no, it was yet another thing you both shared.

“I think so. We shall see who shows up.” Natsai commented wryly as she watched her new friend appear into the crossed wands domain, giving her a small but welcoming smile.

Sebastian followed Natty’s eyeline, turning his back before you could notice he had spotted you, his heart hammering in his chest. He made his voice a tad louder as he spoke to Natty, in hopes you may overhear, “There’s no one in this school I’d be afraid to duel.”

Natty gave out an amused but pitying chuckle, “I know Sebastian, I know.”

He rubbed the back of his neck and looked to his right, throwing a crooked smile your way.

He hoped you would opt for him as your dueling partner. And why shouldn’t you? He was the top tier duelist in Hogwarts. He had vouched for you to join their club, for Merlin’s sake. Sebastian had been sure to offer his services the first time you were down here, that you just had to call on him and he’d join your team.

Natty didn’t have to turn her gaze to know the Slytherin boy was passing glances at their mutual friend’s back. She had caught him watching you during charms class as well, how he always made sure to make conversation just loud enough for you to hear. How he only clapped and grinned during summoners court after you had taken your turn.

It was endearing. If she didn’t already know he would vehemently deny it, she would tell him as much.

“Are you dueling with a partner?”

“Yes, Sebastian.”

Sebastian’s heart hammered out of tune when you spoke his name, only realizing how sweaty his palms were when he gripped his wand to saunter to your side.

“Good luck!” Natty called after him, making his ears turned pink.

——————————————————————————

The envy Sebastian felt watching you duel up close was enough to choke him. How was this so effortless for you? Dueling was meant to be his niche, the one thing he did better than anyone else at Hogwarts. Yet, here you were, making him feel like a second rate wizard. It wasn’t as if he wanted you to be bad, exactly. He just wanted…What did he want?

For you to be impressed by him.

Sebastian shoved that thought down as soon as it surfaced. That couldn’t be it, right? No, he was frustrated you were going to catch up to him. That’s all.

“If you write any harder, that parchment is going to be immortalized into this very desk.” Ominis chided in a hushed tone, careful not to garner the attention of the librarian.

Sebastian paused his swirling thoughts to look down at the violent indentations that his ink was pooling into. He was going to have to start all over on his homework now.

“Sorry.” He muttered, neatly folding the worn page to the side as he replaced it with a clean sheet.

“Is this about Anne?” Ominis asked, his tone flooding with concern.

Sebastian felt his muscles relax at the small comfort, “No, it’s not Anne. I’m just…It’s nothing.”

Ominis didn’t say anything in response, the silence feeling heavy with the unspoken question that they both knew would result in awkward conversation.

It’s the new fifth year, isn’t it?

Sebastian briskly gathered his books and parchment, a flurry of sounds, “I’m going to get some air.”

“Be careful,” If Ominis was privy to Sebastian’s turmoil, he didn’t let it show, “Curfew won’t be long.”

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Cold air caressed Sebastian’s burning cheeks, filling his lungs as he sucked in an annoyed breath, tipping his head back against the stone of the castle. He could make out the faint twinkling of stars from behind the billowing of clouds and evening fog. It reminded him of his home, and how he and Anne would stay up watching those same stars, talking well into morning.

How he wished she was here now. Maybe she could talk some sense into him. Make him see reason that despite everything, this new student was just a girl. A mere mortal. Nothing special.

Except he knew exactly what she would say, and it wasn’t any of those. She would have laughed at him, her eyes twinkling, ‘Don’t tell me you’re a coward, Sebastian.’

And he would deny it, of course he would.

‘I’m disappointed in you,’ She’d say with a mischievous tilt, ‘The brother that I know would have won her over.’

Hell, she probably would have walked right up to the new student and boldly declared that you were now friends. All the while knowing it would have driven him absolutely mad. Anne and Ominis would smile knowingly at one another, trapping him alone with some excuse on why the two of them had to leave at that exact moment — denying Sebastian the escape of going with them.

Anne would have nudged his ribs at that first charms class, making him beat Natty to the punch of being your partner. She would have schemed and plotted with the demeanor of a pixie, giggling all the way.

An owl flew overhead, its wings sounding thunderous in contrast to the stillness one only achieves after midnight.

Sebastian let out a humorless laugh, “Win her over, huh?”

He decided that night to write to Anne about the new student, contemplating his words on the entire walk back to their common room. He wondered if you would still be up, curled on the seat by the fireplace.

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🍭☀️A Cruelty Vivid and Sweet

Slow burn angsty Ominis x F!Reader [T-Rated, 8.5k words]

Anne, Sebastian, you. Three of his friends that had been torn down and asunder, he the unwitting knife. He wondered how high he would have to build the walls around his heart to protect himself and the ones he cared about. If he could only offer pain and ruin, after all, perhaps it was better not to offer anything at all.

In which, with you comatose through an unknown curse, Ominis navigates the difficult aftermath of Sebastian's choices.

Tags: angst/ romance/ drama, slow burn, black cat x golden retriever, opposites attract, forbidden love, pure-blood culture, canon rewrite, book!canon compliant, comas, sneaking into the Slytherin common room, Ominis tending to you at your bedside, love triangle, Touch Her and I'll Kill You.

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5. Pick Your Battles

He was quiet at your bedside, and so were you.

After Anne had Disapparated, Sebastian had fled, and Missy had chased after him, Ominis had sobbed over your broken, cursed body. He'd sobbed and screamed and raged until his throat was raw, until not even the coldness of the night gave him solace. When the stench of Dark Magic finally evaporated in the air, and the wind threatened to blacken his fingers, he knew he couldn't lay there with you anymore, mourning the demise you were so close to embracing.

He'd carried you all the way to Feldcroft, wand awkward in his hand as your body, so light in your unconsciousness, lay motionless in his arms. By the time he got there, exhausted, distressed, destitute, Solomon had been buried in a shoddy mound in the garden and Anne had disappeared, and the villagers had expunged the last of the Inferi, leaving behind a burning stench of the dead and multiple grievous injuries.

No fatalities. Good. Ominis didn't think he could handle anymore death.

The villagers tried to help you, but no Wiggenweld nor smelling salts roused you, and no bottled formula for minor curses worked. As you lay in Anne's abandoned bed, someone contacted the school, and eventually Professor Hecat Apparated to the door.

"Goodness gracious me—" She placed her hand to your forehead, fussing. "Are you all right, Master Gaunt?"

He couldn't say a word. He had been cleaved too much for explanations.

Hecat didn't press. "I've organised a Floo point directly to Madam Blainey's office. We'll go straight away."

He squeezed your hand as Madam Blainey did all the necessary checks – vitals, blood pressure, and heart, a slow and thudding beat. Never did it fluctuate. Never did you show any other signs of life. Blainey shooed him out as she worked, and he slept fitfully on the stairs outside until Hecat found him again, an hour later.

"Go to your dorm and sleep, Master Gaunt," she said firmly. "I promise, as soon as Madam Blainey has something to tell you, you will know."

He slept no better in his own bed. It was right next to Sebastian's, after all. Empty.

Afternoon rolled around by the time he found slumber, but it seemed like only a few hours later when someone roused him with news of Missy's return. He could barely find it in himself pry open his crusty eyes, let alone wash and dress, but he found her waiting outside, restlessly pacing.

"He fled," she said, once he was close enough to hear her whisper. "I tried to talk him down, but he's gone."

He swallowed this information about as well as a whole melon. His voice was raw. "And Anne? She wasn't at the house this morning."

"Also gone. I saw the grave in the back garden."

He expected no less. "Have you told anyone about— what happened?"

"No."

And though it pained him to say it, "We should. We must."

With Sebastian gone, Solomon dead, and you hospitalised, there was no way they couldn't.

"Let's go see Gibby," Missy said. "Perhaps she's woken."

He knew that, even before he got there, it was pointless to hope. You were the same as he'd left you hours ago – deep in a restless slumber and mumbling incoherently. Terror simmered low in his chest. What if this was it? What if he'd condemned you to whatever this was for the rest of your life?

"She's stable," said Blainey, once they'd seen to you, "but whatever curse she's suffering keeps her in fits. I can only assume its remnants of Dark Magic, something I cannot even attempt to heal without proper knowledge of what, exactly, caused it in the first place."

Ominis swallowed, but his throat was still dry.

"Now is the time for explanations," said Professor Hecat sternly. "I understand you've both been through much, but we need to know everything to help her."

Missy took the rein of conversation, admitting every horrible detail of the truth – finding the relic, Sebastian's desperation, and then his committing the ultimate crime against his uncle, and finally cursing you. Ominis noted she left out the Feldcroft massacre – perhaps, then, that was a conversation for another day.

"If this relic has been destroyed," said Blainey, thinking aloud, "then it will make finding a cure difficult indeed."

"The headmaster and deputy must be informed, as will her parents." Hecat was grave with sorrow. "Why didn't you tell one of us? Master Sallow could've been helped."

"You would've expelled him the moment you find out he was meddling with Dark magic," Ominis barked back. "What were we supposed to do?"

"Hiding a problem has never been a solution, Master Gaunt," Hecat said evenly. "And I think you've learnt that lesson, because now someone has paid the price of it."

She and Madam Blainey left soon after, which gave him and Missy time alone with you. Neither of you spoke, occupying a side each of your bed – nothing more could be said, not with the situation so fresh. Headmaster Black would want to see them soon, and then there was no escaping the steamtrain of consequences heading for them then.

He took your hand and rubbed down the fingers. You were warm, which filled him with a vain sort of hope. A cure. Ominis almost laughed at the cruel irony of it, of the desperation that trounced all other emotions welling inside him. He understood Sebastian's singular goal now, intimately, when all he loved was dying before him. Now, of all times, he gained perspective on what it was like to scour the earth to save someone, no matter who suffered for it.

This wasn't what Sebastian had wanted. No, he'd warned you to stay away.

Perhaps that was what was most wicked about it all. He never meant you harm, not now, not even during the Scriptorium. You and Sebastian weren't just best friends – you were gremlins together, thick as thieves, chaos incarnate. Sebastian's infinitesimal knowledge bound with your naïve vanity and, for lack of better phrase, blind optimism, made an elite pairing that often resulted in nonsense that both Ominis and Anne had to endure and, occasionally, rein in.

But you and he were like a pair of Diricawls. Uncatchable.

"Please?"

"No."

"Pretty please?"

"No."

"Pretty please, with hundreds and thousands?"

"I don't know what hundreds and thousands are," said Ominis, "and the answer is still no."

You went, no doubt, to explain what said things were, drawing in a great breath, but Sebastian chimed in with, "Come on, it'll be fun, and no one will notice because everyone will be in bed."

"And you know I'm desperate to see the Slytherin common room!" you said, spectacles bouncing on your nose.

Second year by the bank of the Great Lake, spring had come to Hogwarts. Crickets, squirrels and birds sang the song of life, a distracting albeit pleasant harmony for Ominis' ears. You had brought out a picnic blanket and some food – sandwiches, not just sweets – to nibble on during the lunch hour.

Your mouth was full of crumbs. "You two and Anne keep going on and on about how cool the common room is and how atmospheric the decorations are and how the ambience is perfect for manly brooding."

"I definitely did not say that."

"... Okay, that last part was Anne, but—"

"We're not sneaking you into the common room." He pointed his wand at Sebastian. "And you, stop encouraging her. Even if we went at night, there would be prefects in the hallways—"

"Elizabeth Nott always uses her patrolling duty to snog her girlfriend behind the kelpie statue," Sebastian said, smug, "and Wymond Lee is dumb as a rock and can have his silence bought by Chocolate Frog cards, of which, Gibby has loads."

"I am willing to sacrifice my rare Merlin card if it means I can see the Giant Squid," you said primly.

"Both of whom are on duty tonight. So, the plan is: Gibby will sneak out halfway to meet you, then you bring her through the entrance. I'll keep watch and distract if necessary."

Ominis massaged his head. What the hell had he got himself into?

"You've both thought of this."

Sebastian snorted. "I thought about this."

"I offered moral support."

"You held the quill."

"Heck yeah for holding the quill!"

You high-fived each other.

Ominis grumbled. "It's a stupid plan."

"Stupid is a misunderstood word for genius," said Sebastian.

"Is that what your excuse will be when we're caught?"

"We won't get caught, you Negative Nancy," you huffed.

"And I have a backup plan for my backup plan if all hell breaks loose." Sebastian bumped Ominis' arm. "Pretty please?"

You clapped your hands together. "Pretty please, with a cherry on top? It'll be fun! A stealth mission."

It was more than that, he knew. You'd been wanting to go to the Slytherin common room since you'd known them. He could sense your disappointment every time you parted ways at the end of the day, splitting off to head back to Hufflepuff.

And when you felt left out, he felt guilty.

"Fine," he said, "but only if Anne agrees. Which she won't, because even she knows when we're in over our heads."

But you cheered, and Sebastian laughed. "Oh, you poor sod."

Anne did not, in fact, know you were in over your heads.

"Oh, I'm definitely coming," she said, flapping her sleeves as she joined them by the bank. "You'll need someone who can see. And I can let you borrow my robe! Then you won't stick out if someone does catch us."

"You can't put a hat on a Mooncalf and call it a man," Ominis muttered.

"Rude," you said, affronted. "I am much cuter than a Mooncalf."

"Not the point."

"Don't be mean, Ominis," said Anne. "You can pretend to be a Slytherin fine, can't you, Gibby?"

"Of course I can!" You mocked his highbrow accent then. "Greetings, what ho, I am Ominis Aloysius Queen Victoria Snakeman Gaunt, most noble wizard of Slytherin House."

"I sound nothing like that!"

Sebastian burst out laughing. "You sound exactly like that, Mr I Enjoy a Glass of Wine in the Evening."

Ominis scowled. "Wine tastes nice, all right?" It only made you and Sebastian and Anne laugh harder. In the end, Ominis couldn't help but smile. "You three are horrible."

"That's why we're your best friends," Sebastian declared heartily. "All right, I've taught all of you the Disillusionment charm, so you'll rendezvous at half past one. Be careful and tread lightly, especially you, Gibby. I know you're prone to... well, everything."

"Rude," you said again, "but fair."

Before you scattered for afternoon classes, Anne leant you one of her robes. She was taller than you, but not by much – and some illicit use of the Shrinking charm made the fit perfect by nightfall. She was terribly giggly when curfew was enacted, and the students sent to their dorms. Ominis and Sebastian waited until one o'clock before they slid out of bed and redressed in casual shirts and trousers.

Anne was waiting by the pond when both boys arrived. "Ready for Operation Slytherpuff?"

"Please tell me you didn't think of that name in advance," said Ominis.

"Of course I didn't... it was Gibby's idea."

Disillusionment cast, the three of them climbed the stairs, tiptoed out of the common room, making sure that the snake décor was dormant before they treaded onwards through the castle. Sebastian dropped off closer to the patrol route to keep an eye out, whilst Ominis led Anne from the point of his wand, up the dungeons to the Grand Staircase, the meeting point. Sebastian didn't trust you not to trip as the stairs appeared, so Ominis and Anne were to meet you there.

By some miracle, you were already waiting. He could hear you, crouched behind a pillar, a ripple in a still pond.

"Peeves almost spotted me, so I had to use a basic cast to distract him," you whispered, "but otherwise I got here a-okay!"

That was slightly concerning there'd been little resistance so far. He pivoted on heel, wand out, letting it guide him back. Now that you had been collected like contraband, each snick of noise sent his nerves tumbling, turned his feet to lead. Your excitement could barely be contained – you were like dynamite, constantly on the edge of detonation. This was not the first time he'd broken the rules so magnanimously, but it might've been the first time you had.

A patrol passed by on the way back, but Ominis had sensed them long coming, and stuffed the three of you into a corner until they passed.

"That was Elizabeth Nott and her girlfriend," Anne whispered, once they were gone. "We must be in the clear."

Only, when you returned to the dungeons, Sebastian wasn't there, and Wymond Lee was nowhere to be seen either.

Ominis grounded his teeth. "If Sebastian has been discovered—"

"I'm sure it's fine," reassured Anne, but her inflection betrayed worry. "Let's keep going. He'll know to meet us inside anyway."

When the dungeons were in the sight, Anne used Homenum Revelio to detect any whispers of people that he might've missed, but when the spell came back cold, the three of you trekked to the common room entrance. The wall reacted at once, the snake curling upwards to reveal the door.

"You first, Anne," Ominis said. "Open the door—"

"Wait," you whispered. "Can I open the door?"

"You don't know the password."

"You can just tell me the password."

"I can't give you the password!"

"Oh, for goodness sake," Anne chided, "it's Serpensortia."

"The password for the snake house is literally the spell for snakes?" you questioned, even though he could only shrug in return. Not like he chose them. "All right, fine. Serpensortia."

The door groaned open. The antechamber was empty. Still no sign of Sebastian.

"Should we be worried?" you asked.

"I'm going to assume," said Ominis, "that Sebastian is inside waiting for us, and hasn't done anything stupid—"

"Whoever you are, stop right there!"

Wymond Lee's voice punctuated the silence from down the hallway.

"Quick!" Anne muttered, shoving you. "Go, go!"

You and Anne were through by the time Ominis heard Sebastian's thudding sprint.

"Hide!" he squeaked. "Hide inside!"

You had lagged for him, but Ominis scrambled inside and shunted you forwards. When you paused on the spiral stairwell, probably in awe of the waterfall feature that drowned his hearing, he grabbed your robe hood and ran down the stairs, you scrabbling to keep up.

Sebastian was hot on his heels, and Wymond wouldn't be far behind. Without time to think of anything better, Ominis pulled you up onto the walkway for the boys' dorms. You clung to his jacket, terrified and struck with wonder, and he pressed a finger to your lips. He didn't know why he noticed then, but they were pleasantly soft, curling around his skin, and it sent a new flutter through him that had nothing to do with the prefects.

Sebastian's shoes clunked onto the walkway a second later, and he almost crashed into Ominis. "Whoa—"

"Ssshhh!" Ominis hissed.

He crouched, vibrating with adrenaline. Anne had fled elsewhere – he couldn't hear her. A minute later, more boot steps clopped down the stairs, noisy as a train. Wymond hesitated by the noticeboard.

"I swear, if you're a Slytherin, you better reveal yourself right now!" The boy's voice was slightly funny, warbling in a strange way, yet fear riddled Ominis, and you grasped him tightly. "I'll— you'll get in trouble! I swear it!"

Ominis didn't move. Sebastian didn't move. You didn't move.

And Wymond let out a gruff, frustrated noise before climbing back up the stairs.

They waited a few moments in case their antics had alerted someone else, but when the common room was still, quiet, he suddenly became aware of how close he was holding you, of his finger sealing your mouth closed, and his heart gave another conscious lurch before he let you go, cheeks burning.

They'd done it. Snuck you in and made it unscathed.

"I— I can't believe that worked."

"Neither can I," you whispered – and perhaps he was reading too much into it, but your voice seemed dry, like breath had been stolen from you. You shrugged off the Disillusionment charm. "Great Scott, Sebastian, what did you do?"

Sebastian threw off the illusion too. "Got him with a Bee-Sting jinx, didn't I, when he started walking your way."

There was a moment of pause.

Then you were both laughing, hysterical high-pitched giggles that echoed along the tunnels.

"He didn't even try to find us! He just gave up!"

"Because he was embarrassed! Merlin, you should've seen his face, Gibby! It was as red as a tomato!"

Your infectious laughter brought a smile to Ominis' face.

"Anne?"

Her footsteps revealed her behind a set of chairs, muffled by carpet. She was laughing too.

"Merlin's beard, he was so... puffy!"

Soon you were all laughing, desperately trying to keep quiet. "You are mad, Sebastian," said Ominis, relenting.

"Genius," Sebastian corrected. Then he turned to you, grandiose. "Welcome to the Slytherin dungeon."

You could only stay for an hour, but they let you take in the sights. It was like first year again, when everything enthralled you, from the high ceiling that amplified every sound, to the wide vastness of the space ("It's big enough to do five cartwheels in a row!"). The drapes like silk, high-backed chairs that made you feel posh, your words, and the macabre deer skulls you thought had character. You didn't even mind the disdain of the paintings, muttering about you, the Muggle-born intruder. Ominis always thought Slytherin's common room damp and unwelcoming, gloomy like incoming rain, but somehow you found joy in every small thing.

"Oh," you said, and he knew you had finally spotted the most striking feature. "Is that...?"

"The Great Lake, yes," said Anne.

You pressed fingers to glass. He'd never seen the view, of course, but he'd found the windows icy every time he touched them, and the sound beyond haunting, like the waters were pleading for something it could never find.

"Eerie, isn't it?"

"Not at all. I think it's beautiful."

He smiled at that.

"If you're lucky," he came to your side, "sometimes you can see mermaids at the window."

"Mermaids? No way!" you bellowed. "How often do they come? Are they are pretty as they say? Will they come now if—"

He couldn't help it. He started to laugh.

You swung around as Sebastian and Anne did, too.

"You're all mean."

Sebastian teased. "Least we're not gullible— ow! Gibby!"

You all sat in one of the window alcoves then. Of course you'd brought sweets – midnight snacks, you called them – and chatted as you tried to stop the Chocolate Frogs running away. Fatigue cloaked him, but he enjoyed the time together, and entertained your desperation to play hide-and-seek (he won every round, as you were terrible at keeping quiet). When you were all tired, you resorted to teaching Sebastian how to play thumb war, squirming with laughter when he distracted you into losing, which made them all giggle like there was nothing wrong with the world.

Ominis was revelling on the high of the night's success so much he completely missed the new set of footsteps until they were before him.

"Having a party, are we?"

He choked on a salted peanut. Wymond Lee – back early from patrol.

"I knew it was you, Sallow! Your arse is about to face punishment for weeks. And who else do we have? Your sister and Gaunt... not surprising. And... I don't recognise you." His wariness tripled. "Are you a Slytherin?"

Hat on a Mooncalf.

"Of course I am— I-I mean, how dare you question me, a Slytherin!" You were about as fearsome as a sleepy Puffskein. "Behold my green robes! And my, er, deep distrust of Muggles! Go pure-bloods!"

Ominis facepalmed.

"Wait a second. Aren't you... a Hufflepuff?"

"Hufflepuff? Me? Nooooo..." You laughed nervously. "Erm... trade you my Merlin card?"

That had landed all four of them in the bowels of detention the next day. Neither you nor Sebastian nor Anne were bothered though, despite the lines upon lines of I must respect house boundaries you had to write. You were just happy you got to experience the place for yourself, and Sebastian was happy for you, happy his plan worked for a time.

Where was he now? Did he remember that together you made chaos – the good kind, never the bad? Was he thinking about the state of slumber you were cursed to suffer, because of the relic he wielded?

Ominis was thinking about it a lot when the headmaster called him to his office.

Usually the place was so quiet. It was, as much as he hated to admit, a nice place to visit, even when the circumstances of said visits were never good – a sensual reprieve from the turbulence of Hogwarts life, with only the whistling wind outside any indicator that time was passing. Black never liked to keep 'noisy' things in his office, preferring the total silence, and the paintings were never particularly chatty in his presence.

Now the solitude bagged him down. He couldn't distract himself with a random ticking or clacking or cawing. It allowed his thoughts to boom, loud and clear, with no pardon from the truths they forced him to confront.

When Ominis finished recounting the whole sordid tale, he was on the verge of tears again, and there was another lump in his throat, bloated and painful. He'd be damned before he leaked a single drop in front of the headmaster, though, and Black, to his credit, was silent even afterwards, chair squeaking as he shifted his body weight.

"Well, that's quite the story." He tutted suddenly. "You promised me, Gaunt."

"Promised—" Ominis gathered himself. "Promised you what, sir?"

"That you'd behave." His chair groaned. "So, at the end of all this, Sallow used the Killing curse on his uncle."

He couldn't twist it anymore – he didn't think his fractured heart could take it. Even if he did try to downplay Sebastian's actions, there was no denying that the Inferi had overrun Feldcroft in his wake, before Anne returned with the body that settled it all.

"Yes, sir."

"Solomon Sallow, dead. What a surprising turn of events." Black didn't sound particularly sad. "Really, this is dire stuff, Gaunt. Dire. Do you know how much paperwork this is going to cost me?"

"I imagine quite a lot, sir."

"That hardly scratches the surface. Now the Ministry will be asking me hard questions – like how a sixteen-year-old got his hands on materials that could teach him Unforgivable Curses." He leant forwards. "You don't know them too, do you?"

"No," Ominis grounded out, not bothering with the polite epithets.

"I'm going to choose to believe you for my own peace of mind." A shuffle of parchment, a slosh of an inkwell. "Well, there's really nothing else to it. If the Feldcroft residents haven't already reported this fiasco to the Ministry, I will. And as of right now, Sebastian Sallow is immediately expelled. I imagine he'll go to Azkaban."

For some reason this punched Ominis in the gut. "Azkaban?"

But of course, Azkaban was the ultimate punishment for this sort of crime. He'd killed someone, and not in self-defence. All murderers went to one place and one place only.

"You think he can be kept on Ministry premises?" sneered Black. "Absolutely not. Might take a liking to using the Killing Curse on everyone."

But to place him amongst the rapists and serial killers? To thrust him under the same umbrella with the likes of Ranrok, and Rookwood, and Harlow? Poachers and bandits and thieves and terrorists, with no goodness within? A boy, sixteen years of age, with wizards twice as old and evil?

"But— he can't just get sent there. He was only trying to help his sister—"

"And I'd like a million Galleons and an all-expenses trip around the Caribbean, but that doesn't mean I'll murder anyone to get it. Miss Sallow is not here laying thick his praises, is she? And the boy ran! That's practically an admission of guilt." Black scratched his beard. "I'll have the best Aurors find him. I'm sure he'll turn up eventually. Let's not speculate what the Wizengamot will decree, hmm?"

"He—" Another blow. "The trial will go to the Wizengamot?"

"Most likely, of this scale and remarkableness." He made an oddly appreciative noise. "You certainly know how to pick your battles, don't you, Gaunt? First the cursed girl, now a wanted fugitive and a comatose Muggle-born."

Ominis was rendered speechless at that.

Because he's right. That traitorous voice in his head sullied him. Because everyone you care about will turn on you eventually. Because having your trust and friendship and love is a curse in itself. It is a cruelty.

"I hope you're not the uniting factor here," Black was saying, "though I'm sure that wouldn't disappoint your parents as much as it should. They did always think rules were meant to be broken." He tapped his desk twice and rose. "Now, off with you, and send the girl in. I want to put this whole ruckus behind me as fast as possible."

None of this should have surprised Ominis, yet his gut churned, and nausea wrestled up his gullet as he found Missy waiting outside, pacing.

"Did he say anything? About Sebastian?" she asked at once. "Will he be expelled, or—"

"Just go in," he forced out, dizzy. "You'll find out for yourself."

Professor Black was right – he was the determining factor between this mess. Anne, Sebastian, you. Three of his friends that had been torn down and asunder, he the unwitting knife. He wondered how high he would have to build the walls around his heart to protect himself and the ones he cared about.

If he could only offer pain and ruin, after all, perhaps it was better not to offer anything at all.

He owed it to you, however, to stay by your side until you woke. You would need readjusting to the world after Sebastian's mess. So, with Missy, he did – every day, after classes, silent as a shadow, massaging the tips of your hands, encouraging you to wake. Every day, he waited for news on Sebastian's capture or Anne's return, and felt at once gratitude and anger when he got neither.

You were plenty popular, judging by the visits from your other friends. Once word spread you had contracted a curse over the holidays – means classified – your bedside was a popular place to be. The third day he came to see you, you were surrounded by your Gryffindor crew – Natsai, Cressida, Garreth and Leander, plus awkward Mahendra Pehlwaan, who had taken a book of curse remedies from the library and was trying some of the more basic ones on you. Adelaide, Evangeline and Arthur visited almost as often as he did too, singing bad songs and giving you the hugs, hoping to stir you into consciousness.

Sometimes you did stir. Ominis was alone the day you recoiled suddenly, out of his grip.

"Please..." you mumbled. "Ominis..."

He sat up, heart thumping. This is it. This is when you wake.

But you didn't.

His wasn't the only name to pass through your lips. You often mentioned Sebastian, Anne and Missy too. Your parents, plus your brothers, Connor, Ellian and Tam. The people you cared for. He hoped, with how frequently you spoke them, reverent and yielding, that the memories were protecting you from the brink of death. The memories were keeping you safe.

But those days weren't meant to last.

"I think it best we transfer her to St Mungo's."

Winter had succumbed to spring, yet Madam Blainey's words were like ice to his heart. The wizarding hospital in London would have more resources for your care, it was true – and he knew he should never say no to a chance – but if you were moved there, he couldn't visit you. Ever. His family had far too many connections at the place for him to discreetly keep you company. If he was caught in public, waiting on a Muggle-born, his parents would see to it that you never woke up.

"There's absolutely nothing you can do?" he asked Blainey.

"She needs a curse-breaker. I can heal maladies, but this... I've exhausted every option I know."

He told this to Missy later that day in the common room. By the lake windows, in fact, the very place you had once loved.

"We could visit her. You could cast Disillusionment."

"It's not a perfect spell. Someone would see me, and unfortunately I'm very distinctive."

"Let me ask some people I know, some people in the village who owe me favours. They're curse-breakers. One of them might be able to help her, and that way she can stay here."

Missy felt partway responsible as he did, and she poured herself into researching a cure. With Slytherin's spellbook torched, she had resorted to illicit trips to the Restricted Section to quench her search – and he worried she was taking it too far, as Sebastian once had. But Missy reassured him that there was nothing in the world that would let her fall from grace as hard as Sebastian had.

As Professor Hecat had said, they had learnt their lesson.

When the Easter holidays rolled closer to the present, Ominis was once again at your bedside. You no longer smelt of your trademark strawberry laces – Blainey attended to your hygiene with a scentless clinical wash – but your hair had grown longer now. He tangled it in his fingers, hoping and hopeless.

The approaching footsteps forced him to pique, familiar but not enough – an odd, lumbering gait, like a baby learning to walk for the first time. He pulled himself back, wishing to hold you again as the person came through the ward curtain.

"Oh, Ominis," said the wary voice of Leander Prewett. "Didn't think you'd be here by yourself."

His tone rankled Ominis. "Why wouldn't I be?"

The boy took the free seat on your other side. There was some floral musk following him – Ominis realised all too late it was a bouquet of flowers. Daisies, your favourite.

"Just that you weren't really friends anymore."

According to the world, you weren't. It was your shared façade working against him now, no fault of anyone but his own, and still a deep sense of loathing rolled through him. Your other friends had accepted that he was here, day in, day out, without question. What was it to Leander, then, if he wanted to keep you company during the slow hours of your convalescence? Ominis hadn't realised how close with him you'd become during fourth year, a terrible lapse of judgement – something about Leander coming to sit at your side, alone, lodged uncomfortably beneath his collarbone like a building scream.

Leander cleared his throat and stuffed the bouquet into an empty vase behind you. "There. Looks better, doesn't it?" A pause. "Oh, sorry, I mean— how is she?"

"No change."

"Figures." He shifted. "Wow, her hands are so... warm."

He's touching your hands. That feeling under his collarbone boiled. "Of course they're warm. She's not dead."

"All right, all right," he blustered. "Not touched many girls in comas before."

That word. Coma. It felt so final, so unending and forlorn. Muggles in comas weren't known to wake up very often; wizard-induced comas were much the same. With the wide breadth to the boundaries of magic came a similar scope of the unknown – maladies incurred without any sense of how they could be reversed. If they could be reversed.

Despair threaded through his annoyance. You'd said it yourself once, meant for a different time but still applicable – he had to believe you'd wake up from your nightmares. Otherwise you never would, and he would never forgive himself.

"What's the latest from Madam Blainey?" Leander asked instead. "Are they going to move her to St Mungo's?"

The stalling tactic had worked. Missy cashed in her favours with some curse-breakers, and they had agreed to attend to you themselves.

"Until all options are exhausted," he said, "she stays here."

"Right." Leander sat forwards again. "Gibs, if you can hear me... you have to wake up. It's strange you're not sitting next to me in Transfiguration anymore, where I can't laugh at how your voice goes funny when you're casting spells or collude on essays before Weasley gets in. I missed getting a box of truffles this year from you too. Everyone's talking about you. Might make a boy jealous, with all the attention you're getting." He let out a mirthless chuckle. "Look, you can't stay in bed forever. You're missing out on too much. Garreth exploded a potion that turned Cress' hair green. Missy also beat me in Summoner's Court – I let her, mind, but it would've been nice to have you cheering me on. And, er, Ominis looks like he'd kill a man if it would get you to wake up."

Well, if killing a man did work, Ominis had someone in mind.

"And I... well." Leander turned pensive. "I miss your fun, and your jokes. At your expense, but sometimes mine. Mostly you. Just... come back to us, all right? I miss you— er, we all miss you."

He tapered off, which only turned that boiling in Ominis' chest into a crashing roar. It was totally irrational that he should feel angry at Leander professing his sorrow at your condition – but he did.

And he refused to acknowledge why.

"Right. Piece said," mumbled Leander. "In the stories this is the part where you wake up, roused by my inspiring words of encouragement, but..."

"This isn't a book," Ominis said, cutting the daydream off like a gangrene limb.

"No," Leander agreed sadly. "No it's not."

You shuddered then. You must've heard them, must've thought to play a fun trick. Both boys sat up at once, Ominis like a rod had been inserted up his spine.

"Leander..." you mumbled.

Leander clutched your hand. "Yes, yes! I'm here! I—"

"Hnn..."

You fell silent again. Ominis couldn't decide whether to despair or rejoice.

"She said my name," Leander mumbled, unfurling with hope. "You heard it. That... that's good, right?"

"She says my name all the time," Ominis said, knowing it would dig.

It clearly did. "Oh. Yeah. Of course."

Yet despite his best efforts, Leander stayed at your bedside for the rest of the hour, using your legs as a surface to scribble his Transfiguration homework, rambling about inane things, encouraging you to speak again, to wake up, until the bell rang for dinner and he gathered his things to go.

"You'll let me know if anything changes, right?" he asked Ominis. "Just want her to know she has a friend when she wakes up."

"I am her friend," Ominis pointed out.

"Are you?" It was an innocent enough question, but there was edge to it. "Because you weren't there for her during fourth year. I don't know what you two argued about – she never told me – but it made her depressed for weeks." He hauled his satchel and began to walk away. "Doesn't seem like friend behaviour to me."

He left with the last word, because, by the shame that washed over him, Ominis knew he was right.

He was still paying the toll for his mistake now – emotionally, physically. Staying with you day after day, week after week, was like witnessing the leaves fall off a tree in autumn, a slow but ever incoming caress of death. He lost hope, each piece that chipped off warping into frustration at himself, rage at his errors that he didn't protect you sooner, that he couldn't protect you at all.

I'm not losing you again, Ominis Gaunt. Hadn't he vowed on that day he didn't want to lose you too? Hadn't he vowed you were his family, fire for his hearth, wind for his sails, comfort for his home and shelter for his heart?

Yet here you were again. Sweetness, stolen. Vivacity, dimmed.

And it was all his fault.

Finally, when O.W.L.s were fast approaching, and when Missy's curse-breaker friends admitted they needed more advanced resources, Blainey gave the news that in about a week's time you were to be moved. St Mungo's had better long-term care plans, and your parents were despondent, desperate to see you. A week was all he had left, and then he wouldn't see you until you came back. If you came back. Perhaps you would never wake up – and he would never be with you again. That tore a whole new emotion through him.

It was late, but he paid you a visit anyway. Missy was already there – simply present at your side. You slept, soundly for once. A respite from your fidgeting.

"Hello, Ominis," she greeted. "No change."

He thought not. "I haven't heard anything from Anne. Sebastian?"

"Reportedly the Aurors had a lead on Sebastian's whereabouts – south somewhere, near Motherwell." It was mad to think he'd evaded them for so long. "I suppose we'll find out soon."

She tried to sound like she didn't care, and failed miserably.

"Thank you for letting me know." That emotion crossed him again. "I ought to go."

"You only just got here—"

"I'd better get used to it," he said, determined not to let her guilt him. "I won't be able to visit once—"

"Forget your damn family, for once," Missy hissed. "Gibby needs you."

"She's comatose. She doesn't need me."

"And when she wakes up?"

"If she wakes up."

"Listen to yourself! It's like you've already given up!"

"I haven't," he insisted. "I'm just tired watching everyone I care about—"

He didn't finish, the thought broken. Foolish, foolish Ominis—

"Easier to push everyone away, right?" Missy said, calmer now, yet sticking the metaphorical knife in his chest. "Easier not to feel pain if you don't care about anything?"

He clenched his wand. "I shouldn't have told her to come—"

"She chose to fight for Sebastian. Not you." Suddenly she was on her feet, grabbing his sleeve. "Now sit."

He sat, only because she was terrifying when in command, and her grip was like iron.

"I'm going to tell you something that I should've told you a long time ago."

"And what, exactly, is that?"

"Why I'm searching for redemption."

The retort died on his tongue.

"I doubt you've heard of my family name before?"

He wracked his brain, but no, her surname did not seem familiar to him. "It's not a pure-blood name I've heard of."

"No," she said, "but I was rich."

"Is that supposed to impress me?"

"The Gaunts are old family rich," she said. "My family was you can't fathom it rich. I used to own half the shops of Diagon Alley."

He quietened.

Her voice was meditative. "My parents were business tycoons. Extraordinarily wealthy. They were responsible for much of the economy, here and across the world. Had their fingers in every pie, pulling strings in every market. Whilst I was raised here, they were leaping from country to country, managing their estates and businesses and stocks. They had their pockets in almost every Ministry worldwide, and every newspaper too. I was raised in the country, in a huge mansion. Alone."

Loneliness. He understood that too well.

"My parents left me in the care of my governess, carer and tutor, Acantha Bitterwood. For years she raised me. I grew to love her like a mother, and she love me like a daughter. When I was old enough to have conversations, the comments started. About how she wished my parents could see my progress, shame they're away, they'd be so proud if they were here. They're so busy, always. Too busy for you.

"My resentment grew. Every day, for years, it grew and grew, festering like rot. Soon I didn't like them anymore. Soon I hated them. Soon it was pure loathing. With every breath I took, I despised them. Acantha had befriended them and gained their trust for over a decade, yet encouraged this, poisoning my mind – I was consumed with anger." She took a breath. "That anger eventually culminated into a plan. A rare time when both my parents were in this country, together. She gave me the idea. When they slept, in separate rooms, I took a knife from the kitchen. And I slit their throats."

His wand hand stilled in a way a predator does before leaping at prey.

"Yes," she said, as if reading the horror splattered on his face, "I murdered them."

It jarred every bone in his body.

"When the deed was done, I felt elated, like I'd finally ridded the world of an incomparable evil. Only then did Acantha turn on me. As my long-time carer, my wealth was hers until I was seventeen. She'd prepared me for years and years, every day readying her schemes, waiting for the moment she could turn me in and steal all my assets and wealth."

"But then— why are you not in Azkaban?"

"I was a Squib until that point, remember? The Ministry didn't want to deal with me, not when I'd used a Muggle weapon, but they certainly couldn't go to the Muggle authorities for fear of exposing our world. I was sentenced to a wizard juvenile detention centre under special circumstances. I was there for a year, stuck in limbo as the Ministry decided what to do with me... and then my magic awoke. Explosively and without warning. It destroyed the entire place. The Ministry covered it up, and... then Professor Fig came to me. He argued to bring me to Hogwarts."

How strange of him, to agree to take a murderer under his wing. "Do you regret what you did?"

"I cannot regret my own feelings, but the act itself..." She hesitated. "Sometimes you think you are doing the right thing, and then you sit on your decision and ponder a while, and realise your own hatred was blinding you all along. Sorry— for lack of a better term." Another languishing breath. "I hated my parents so passionately for neglecting me, for leaving me alone, and that loneliness led me to find peace with the darkness, and it has taken me... a while, to unpick the threads that Acantha wove within me."

So young. Missy must've been no more than fourteen years old when it happened.

"You know you are not entirely to blame though, right?" he whispered. "You seeking redemption, when she groomed you from the start."

"I know," she said simply, "but it's not about ridding myself of the guilt. It's about helping other people about to fall down the same path I did. At the end of the day, I killed them. I was seduced by the darkness, even if it wasn't the Dark Arts."

"That's why you took a shine to Sebastian."

She softened. "Perhaps it was arrogant of me, to hope I could help find a cure for Anne. Still, I believed. My parents were dead, but Anne could still be saved. Sometimes you cannot escape what has already hooked you; you can only maintain it. When I knew it was too late with him, I sought damage control." A huff. "He just happened to be... charming and handsome as he did."

"And... what about your governess?" he asked, almost afraid. "She's still out there."

"With all my wealth, Acantha is impenetrable now. Nonetheless, exacting revenge on her will not bring those years back. It will not bring my parents back. I decided, when I came here, to start anew, to devote myself to helping those like me, even if they didn't know they needed it."

There didn't seem to be any words appropriate to offer her.

"For what it's worth, then... I'm sorry."

"We both had to go through extremes to find ourselves, I think," she mused. "Unfortunately, it's not the end of my tale."

She revealed her biggest secret of all: she was a wielder of unique type of magic she simply called ancient. It let her do things others couldn't do, see things others couldn't see. It was the reason Fig came after the detention centre exploded – his wife, as it turned out, had been studying ancient magic before she died. Suddenly it made sense to Ominis, why Missy projected an aura of power, why she could do things he never understood, why she was cryptic and guarded and intense and strange. She spoke of her and Sebastian's attempts to uncover the memories of four medieval wizards, find a truth hidden hundreds of years ago.

No wonder Sebastian was so drawn to her. She was power and mystery incarnate, two of his favourite things. Even today, the revelations stun Ominis.

"I believe Ranrok wants to use the emotions Isidora Morganach collected from her students," Missy was saying then, "to make himself undefeatable and overcome wizardkind. Only we don't know where the final repository is."

He sagged in his chair. All this time dealing with the weight of her past, she'd also spent fighting goblins and poachers, plus extra schoolwork and Sebastian's poor choices. Ominis reached for you then, idly drawing his fingers up your arms, disturbing the fine hairs along your skin as if they could permit him with strength.

"Thank you for confiding with me. I mean it."

"I tell you this to give you perspective, Ominis," she said, doleful again. "It is a constant battle to fight for what you love, who you love. There is no end to it. But that doesn't mean you lay down your weapon. It means you keep swinging, no matter how hard fatigue tries to hold you down."

He nodded, absorbing her words, but saying nothing. Missy rose.

"I must meet with Fig now. Hopefully he's uncovered more about the repository."

"If I can help you in any way," he said quickly, "don't be a stranger. Ask. Please."

For the first time, he heard real warmth in her.

"Thank you. I would appreciate that immensely. I will call on you, should a time come."

He perceived Missy anew then. She had made mistakes in her past, not entirely of her own fault – and sought to atone for them. He'd made plenty too, but, well, he wasn't sure the journey to his redemption was so easily charted.

There was you, after all. Both a joy and a sore spot. When Missy left for the evening, Ominis scooted closer to your bed. For a little while, he simply held your hand.

"They say people in comas can hear sometimes," he ruminated. "I wonder if you can hear me now."

His thoughts crumpled. He'd been blaming himself for everything until now – taking your decisions and making them a product of his own. But you were your own person, and you decided what to do for yourself. He guided your wand, yes, but never did he cast the spell. That was all you.

Foolish, protective you.

He knew he had to stop this tendency to self-destruct, to siphon his own pain and turn it against himself. It wouldn't help you in any way. But it was difficult to unlearn, especially when you were lying before him, bewitched. Still he caressed your thumb, stroked down the nail.

"You never gave up trying to save him," he mumbled, throat raw. "So I won't give up on you."

"I knew you were still hung up on her."

Ominis shot up from his chair, grabbing his wand. The timing couldn't have been worse.

"What do you want, Peregrine?"

"Came to get a potion for headaches," Peregrine snivelled between the ward's curtain, "and here I've stumbled onto an even bigger migraine. I knew it. I knew it. You still care about the Mud—"

Ominis' wand was pointed at him in seconds. "Finish that word and I'll—"

"You won't do anything, Gaunt. Had to get Stone-Broke to fight your battles for you last time, didn't you?" His breath was sickly sweet, like poison. "But he's been expelled, so now no one's going to threaten me for you."

Sebastian threatened him. That was why he backed off Ominis, why he never said a word after fourth year. Warm gratefulness welled inside him; even with all the mistakes Sebastian had made, the crimes he'd committed, he looked out for Ominis like the true brothers they'd always been.

Sebastian wasn't there anymore though. Ominis had sworn off the darker path after everything that had happened, but Peregrine had threatened his safety, your safety, and he decided he no longer cared.

Self-preservation was an art – and he would wield the brush.

He sauntered forwards, and when Peregrine didn't move, out of stubbornness or fear, Ominis didn't care which, he pressed the tip of his wand to his throat. The boy let out a surprised, garbled yelp.

"Don't mistake my holding back as needing protection. I'm blind, yet I see you better than you see yourself." He leant as close as he dared, murmuring with shadowed intent. "I have fought droves of Inferi, loyalists, poachers, Dark wizards, even a Dark curse, and I have survived every. Single. One. You, on the other hand, are nothing. A boy playing school bully to make yourself feel better about your meaningless existence. Those people? They are the real threats, and neither you nor your father can even think to compare."

His Adam's apple bobbed under the tip... and Ominis tucked his wand into his pocket, speaking softly.

"I don't need to threaten you, Perry. You already know that if you try to cross me, or her, I will obliterate you where you stand." He turned back to the bed, where you were still. "Now leave."

Peregrine seemed to make a noise of dissent, like he was going to argue, but instead he muttered, "You're a filthy blood traitor, Gaunt."

And he scurried away, taking the last word. But not really. Ominis smiled. It felt indulgently satisfying to feel him squirm, and even better to stand up for himself, and you.

Perhaps there would be consequences. Blood traitor. If Perry was really pathetic enough to snitch to his father again, there was no way Ominis' father wouldn't get involved. Let him. If he was labelled a blood traitor, so be it. He was done playing a good son for everyone else's benefit, and Missy was right – you needed him, more than anyone else. He sat down again, adjusting the bedsheets that had been disturbed.

"I have been a fool, haven't I?" he whispered. "It's not like denying my feelings has done me any good."

The words were lodged in his throat.

"You know I'm not very good with this sort of thing, so I'll keep it short... come back to me. Please. I miss you. And I... I'm falling in love with you."

You were silent.

He didn't expect anything else.

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