#then Ominis and MC fuck lol

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Any chance we can pretty please get a spice level 1000 smut with ominis and mc?

You write so well and atm all im seeing on tumblr is seb.

Im an omi girl and im starving lol

If your current circumstances permit, could you delve into your deepest darkest smut mind and give us a golden heap of descriptive and intricate filth? Haha xxx

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Did you just come from the Undercroft!? - Ominis Gaunt X F!MC

🔥 NSFW 🔞 MDNI

Ohhh boy this one is wayyyy better than my last Doninis request so I apologize. But holy heck…this came from the dark fucked up recesses of my brain so enjoy that 🤣 Thanks for reading love, I’m doing much better after cutting back how much I’ve been writing, I feel rejuvenated and have much better inspiration (ignore the fact I’m posting twice a week again 🙄) 🫶🏻

Warnings: reliving the trauma of Ominis yelling at you for coming out of the Undercroft, Dominis, degradation, name calling (seriously I did not hold back), spitting, spit swallowing, clit/pussy spanking, rough fingering, squirting, spanking thighs and ass, unprotected rough sex, marking, threats of impregnation, threats of defamation, gaslighting, so much use of the word slut, overstimulation, crying during sex, degradation, oral m receiving, cum swallowing, no aftercare (hang in there loves, it’s a tough one)

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She carefully stepped out from the undercroft, glancing around to see the coast was clear before stepping out. Much to her surprise the familiar blonde Slytherin stood there almost as if he was headed there himself. “Hello Sebastian. Wait.”

Her heart began to race in her chest and she momentarily debated making a run for it or staying absolutely silent and pretending she wasn’t there at all. “You there. I can hear you.”

Well there went that plan. The blind Slytherin wasn’t to be trifled with. That much she knew. No sense in hiding if he already knew that she was in fact there and it wasn’t in fact his best friend. “Oh, hello Ominis, isn’t it? I believe we have a few classes together, right?”

The blonde's brows rose and he looked momentarily puzzled before standing a bit straighter. “I recognize that voice. Heard you talking to Garreth Weasley in Potions class. You’re the new fifth-year.”

She was about to cheerily agree but a scowl met his features and her stomach sunk. He looked absolutely furious. “Did you just come from the Undercroft? How did you get in there?”

She swallowed nervously, deciding in that moment that she wouldn’t rat out Sebastian after he’d taken the fall for her in the library. “Oh? That room’s called ‘the Undercroft?’ Ah. Well, I was exploring and suddenly found myself in a strange passageway-“

He frowned deeply, interrupting her with a cutting tone. “Don’t lie to me. No one ‘stumbles’ upon that room. Sebastian told you, didn’t he?”

He suddenly shifted closer to her, nearly pinning her against the clock decorated door to the Undercroft and she swallowed again. “I can’t risk you telling anyone about this place, you know. Sebastian’s going to get an earful about this. He gets into enough trouble as it is and doesn’t need your help in doing so. Come with me.”

He stepped away from her, bringing his wand up to guide him before grabbing her arm and yanking her away from the opening. He carefully opened the passageway to the Undercroft and shoved her inside, stepping in after her and gripping her arm again.

She stumbled as he easily guided her to the couch and tossed her down roughly. She debated getting up and making a run for it but he stood right in front of her, blocking her exit unless she jumped over the back of the sofa. “I’m going to punish you for lying on behalf of Sebastian. I bet he only showed you this place so he wouldn’t be interrupted while taking your sweet pussy. He should know better. This is my hideout. He shouldn’t be bringing his mischievous romps down here anyway.”

She stuttered over her words, anxious as Ominis’ body language changed and his words lost their proper tone and changed to a different, more demanding tone. “I-I…we weren’t doing anything like that. H-he simply was showing me a place to work on my magic since I’m behind. I-I swore I wouldn’t tell anyone about it and I meant that. I-I’d never-“

He tsked her, placing a finger under her chin and tipping her head up to look at him. “You’re loyal to Sebastian. Not me. Therefore I can’t trust you. As for Sebastian, he’s showing you the Dark Arts isn't he? You’re learning the curses with him aren’t you? You will not sully my Undercroft with Dark Magic or your vile sexual acts.”

She pressed herself against the back of the couch, heartbeat thundering behind her ribs all the way down between her legs. She couldn’t explain why his anger was working her up but it was.

He chuckled, wand blinking in his hand. “My my, your heart sure is beating away. Partially because you're scared but there’s something more isn’t there? What? Sebastian teaching you the Dark Arts is riling you up is it? Are you greedy for power? You do realize I’m a Gaunt, right? Sallow is a pureblood wizard but I’m a direct pureblooded descendant of Salazar himself. My blood runs thicker with tragedy than any other wizarding family known to the wizarding world.���

Her mouth went dry. That wasn’t what she was about at all. It had nothing to do with power or learning the Dark Arts which she actually feared. But the way he was speaking to her, boasting himself up and almost trying to compete with Sebastian for her attention had her going. This was a very different side to Ominis.

He snickered, tucking his wand away and lowering himself to kneel on the couch with his hands on the tips of the cushions behind her and his knee between her legs. Her body went rigid when hot breath ghosted across her neck and a hand caressed her stomach, slowly adding pressure and moving downwards. “That’s right. I know you’re a pureblood. I could easily fill you with a Gaunt heir and you would very quickly become an important witch. Your name would be in everyone’s mouth.”

His hand now lifted the hem of her skirt and she nearly choked when a devious smirk decorated Ominis’ features. Shame burned through her. “No bloomers on. You filthy slut. Now I’m sure of it. You were down here trying to fuck Sebastian weren’t you. He’s ever the playboy you know. He’ll stick his cock in anything. You aren’t special.”

Her heart raced, squirming as his fingers traced up her inner thigh to find her soaking wet pussy. He groaned, yanking her skirt up and moving her knees apart a bit to spit directly onto her sex. The action caught her off guard but he flattened his palm, rubbing her pussy with his flattened fingers by starting slow and getting rougher.

She held back whimpers and moans but this only made him angrier. She gasped as his free hand moved off the cushions and squeezed her cheeks. The action forced her lips to open and that was when he spit inside her mouth, fingers still roughly rubbing against her sensitive sex.

She hesitated, freezing with his spit in her mouth now and unsure what to do. He chuckled darkly, seeming to sense her dilemma. “Swallow it. Filthy slut. You better consider this an honor.”

She swallowed. It felt wrong but that didn’t stop her body from responding with hot electric tingles spreading down her body. He chuckled, finding her clit with the ball of his palm and rubbing aggressively. The sensation it caused danced on the line of torture and pleasure. The pressure was too much but that didn’t stop her hips from canting upwards.

This was all too much. She was careening toward an orgasm, hips bucking and moving to try and wring pleasure from the overstimulating torture. In a moment of relief he pulled his hand away, spitting down on her pussy again, releasing her jaw and caging her in with his arm. She thought the torturous pleasure would be done but that’s when his palm reunited with her sex in a loud slap.

The sound got her more than anything but the intense heat that burned from the sensation of the spank caused her to whine. He only grinned spanking a few more times in quick succession.

She reached down to grip his wrist and pull him away but he only chuckled, overpowering her with strength and shoving two fingers inside. She lost her battle, still holding his wrist but no longer pushing him away as he began a brutal pace, finger fucking her rather agressively. “This is how you learn, useless slut.”

It was intense but she couldn’t deny it had her hips lifting in pleasure again. Especially when those long slender fingers curled, hammering directly against her g spot and dragging her closer to the edge her body was teetering on. “Ah! Oh Ominis! I-I’m gonna-!”

He kept up the brutal pace, laughing at her pitiful behavior below him as he kneeled over her and drove her to the brink. She gave a sharp cry, body arching upwards as a pressure she’d never felt before took over. “You’re not supposed to like this, greedy little slut.”

When the pressure faded and the high of her orgasm faded she floated back to reality, ears still lightly ringing. She could hear Ominis’ condescending tone trying to break through.

After a moment she finally registered when he was saying. “How dare you make a mess of the furniture in my Undercroft. Look at this fucking mess. Are you listening to me!? Your pleasure should be irrelevant to me.”

She opened her eyes, glancing down between her legs where Ominis had pulled his now dripping fingers away to motion at the damp cushions below her. Luckily for him, he’d managed to dive away before getting splashed with her mess as his clothes were dry. His hand and the furniture below her had no such luck.

She had hot tears welling in her eyes. She’d never squirted before and now from something so rough. How could this have happened? She didn’t have long to process before Ominis’ hand landed on her parted thigh with a slap that echoed through the stone walls of the room.

She gasped, the heat that blossomed to the top of her skin, making it red and sensitive, surprising her. He spanked her again just a bit higher and she snapped her legs shut, causing him to laugh. “What? Can’t take a punishment properly? You shouldn’t have lied to me then, you stupid girl.”

She whimpered and he took her hand, helping her up. She sighed a breath of relief. It was short lived though as he flipped her over and positioned her on her hands and knees in front of him, yanking her skirt up to leave her bare before him.

His palm came down hard on the round cheek of her ass, causing her to gasp and lurch forward in surprise. “That’s for making a such a fucking mess.”

She peered over her shoulder, swallowing harshly as she heard the zipper of his trousers and felt the blunt tip of him against her entrance. She didn’t have time to deny him as he shoved into her, slamming his hips forward and burying himself inside her wet warmth.

She gasped, biting into her lip at the slight sting of such a quick intrusion. He filled her so completely full she’d never felt anything like it. She gasped when he moved, dragging himself back out and grunting as he stuffed himself right back in.

He held her hips in a firm grasp, fucking into her agressively. With every slam of his hips it became just a bit clearer that this fucking was meant as a punishment. Yes it felt incredible but his pace was brutal, rough and quick and meant to get a point across.

Just as she was beginning to fall into pleasure and tighten around him he was pulling out of her and flipping her onto her back. He wasted little time slamming back into her and resuming the animalistic pace of fucking her.

He leant down over her, baring his teeth against her neck and scraping against her delicate skin. He fucked her faster, biting and suckling bruises into her soft skin.

The pleasure was driving her closer and closer to the edge but she knew people would surely question her about the hickeys he was leaving. She attempted to shove him off, causing a snarl to rise from his throat and he released her abused flesh and growled against her ear. “If you tell anyone it was me who marked you, I’ll deny it. I’ll tell everyone you’re a filthy little liar and that you are nowhere near my league. I’ll publically humiliate you. Is that what you want?”

She pitifully shook her head and tears bubbled up to the surface. She was moaning and crying, pain, pleasure and emotional whiplash being the cause. But her body shook and she experienced a soul shredding orgasm. Fat hot tears rolled down her cheeks as she rippled around him, whimpering and crying out as she came.

He growled in frustration, pulling out of her and falling back against the couch, pulling her with and seating her in his lap. “How dare you cum on my cock without my permission. You’re going to fucking earn it this time, you hear that slut? Ride me to get your pleasure since you’re such a greedy cock slut.”

She was so lost in the pleasure and the chaos that she did, placed her hands on his shoulders and rolled her hips on his, riding him and whimpering. “That’s right. Take my cock. Forget all about dallying with Sebastian. Enabling him like a naughty little bitch behind my back. Stupid girl, playing with the Dark Arts.”

She cried, overwhelmed from how good it felt to fuck him and how hot it was to be degraded by him but his words did cut deep. She hadn’t slept with Sebastian at all but the idea that Ominis wanted to fuck Sebastian out of her system lit a fire inside of her. He laughed heartily at her tears. “Are you overwhelmed silly slut? Can’t take being told what a useless and dumb little hole you are? Thats alright. I’m done with your pussy. Get on the floor where sluts belong. This filthy pussy isn’t good enough to be bred by a Gaunt. Your mouth will have to do.”

He practically shoved her off, more or less tossing her to the floor before sliding forward on the seat and gripping a fistful of her hair and using her mouth. She watched through watery eyes as he fucked her mouth, pumping her mouth full of thick, hot, salty cum.

She immediately wanted to spit it out but he pinched her nose and pulled his cock out, forcing her head back and brushing down the front of her throat till she swallowed his essence. He laughed meanly, tapping her cheek. “That’s right. You’re a good slut. Even if you are an absolute shit liar.”

He stood up, straightening himself out and putting himself back together before pulling his wand from his robe pocket and sauntering towards the door. “No more encouraging Sebastian to get into trouble? You hear me? If he comes up with some ‘brilliant plan’ you bring it to me immediately. Now, go clean up and go to bed…although, I must admit you are prettier when you’re overstimulated. And remember what I said. You tell anyone anything about this and I’ll have this entire school pitted against you. I’m not afraid to exploit my father being friends with Headmaster Black if I need to.”

Without another word he left her, tears streaming, throat raw, and pussy aching from the roughness.

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Secrets | Sebastian Sallow

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smut | shy!hufflepuff!reader requests info w.c | 7.3k summary | You had a crush on Garreth before you started dating Sebastian, and neither of them can stand the other. Garreth can't accept the fact that you're in love with Sebastian, and Sebastian can't stand the fact that Garreth won't let you go.

Am working on requests now, keep an eye out for them! :) I know I posted this photo recently but Sebastian looks so enamored in this photo, I'm obsessed. You aren't the MC from Hogwarts Legacy in this, and I'll most likely refer to the MC as 'MC' lol

As I'm writing this, I realized this could easily become another mini-series lmao, all of my ideas are so elaborate.

Also just bc I forgot to mention this earlier, I would happily write for Garreth Weasley as well! He's featured pretty heavily in this piece.

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

You were never one for danger, never one to put yourself unnecessarily in harms way. You don't like dangerous activities and much preferred to keep your head down so you could focus on your studies. You spent 5 Years at Hogwarts doing just that- being a good student and mastering your spells to pass your O.W.L's. You had always know of Sebastian through your friend Ominis, but never spent much time with him until the end of 5th Year. You're not quite sure what had happened during 5th Year with that new student, but you knew that Sebastian suddenly found himself all alone. Abandoned by Ominis- who was quite cross with him, and that new 5th Year you knew nothing about. You pitied him, so you begun to spend time with him. You couldn't stand the thought of him being all alone. Especially with his sister still sick, though you weren't sure with what.

Sebastian very quickly became attached to you, and that attachment turned to possession. He didn't mean to come across as overbearing and possessive, but he couldn't help it. You're gorgeous, easily the most beautiful girl in the entire school. You were kind, the way Hufflepuff's usually were, and you had this magnetic aura. People were drawn to you, you were never seen in the hallways alone. You had a lot of friends, and more than that you got a lot of attention from other guys. It drove Sebastian fucking crazy to see them trail after you, their eyes shamelessly gawking at what was rightfully his. Truthfully, you weren't technically his until halfway through 6th Year but Sebastian knew from the first second he saw you that you were going to be his.

Sebastian didn't mean to scare you away, but at first he did. You were very timid, tended to shy away from conflict. Flinched when someone rose their voice at you, and unfortunately you tended to be a people pleaser. You would often agree to things you weren't particularly comfortable if someone asked you to do it nicely enough. Sebastian worried that people took advantage of your giving heart, and that caused him to come on kind of strong. He's extremely protective, and once again his possessiveness overwhelmed you. Sebastian quickly realized that if he wanted you, he needed to soften up a bit. He kept his heated glares directed at those who wanted to use you, and his loving smiles for only you.

It was easy for you to let Sebastian into your heart, once he stopped being so overbearing. Stopped with his 'who was that guy I saw you with yesterday?' interrogations. He's charming, funny, charismatic, and kindhearted. There was a darkness to him though, you could feel it. A dangerous edge that he tried very hard to keep tucked away, like a wolf trying desperately to fit into sheep's clothing. He didn't want to scare you, and he would never ever hurt you. He'd never use any of the curses on you- though it was tempting to Imperio you and keep you all to himself. He knows though, that you'd never forgive him if he did that. That you'd be scared of him if he did- you made him want to be better.

Sebastian had nobody else, all he had was you. Anne left and didn't bother telling him where she went, Ominis was so angry he avoided Sebastian like the plague. His new friend from 5th Year had sided with Anne and Ominis, so he saw the two of them together a lot. You were the only good thing in his life, the only person who hadn't turned their back on him. Granted- you had no idea what he did 5th Year, if you knew he murdered his Uncle...he doubts you'd still stand by his side. Which is why Sebastian was so possessive, so overbearing, borderline controlling. He was terrified you'd find out, scared Ominis would mention something. That MC would pull you aside and tell you what he'd done. He hardly let you out of his sight. If you didn't love Sebastian so much, you might of had enough sense to be frightened.

Sebastian tried to be a good person, the way you would want him to be. But he let the Dark Arts into his heart, and slowly it was poisoning his soul. He knew it, he could feel it in the way his palms twitched when he saw Leander or Garreth walking with you to the Great Hall, making you laugh and their eyes drifting to where they shouldn't be. If he saw Garreth glance down your shirt again he was going to be itching for blood. Sebastian was never like this before, always more mischievous than dangerous- but he changed after 5th Year. If he could change back he would, but it's too late for that now. All Sebastian wanted to do now was make sure that what was his stayed his.

Garreth had always been a good friend of yours, often having you try out his concoctions he brewed. He never asked for your help making them however, he said he couldn't risk getting you into trouble. He was funny, and you previously had a crush on him before you begun dating Sebastian. As soon as Sebastian came into your life, no other guys mattered anymore. All that mattered was Sebastian, he had you. Mind, body, and soul. Which is why it baffled you that he got jealous so often, why he felt the need to throw an arm over your shoulders and pull you firmly against him if you were with another guy for too long. Doesn't he know that no other guy could steal you away from him? That you're his? That you love him and him alone? There was something he wasn't telling you, something that made him afraid of losing you. You wished he would tell you what it was, but you doubt he ever would. You're pretty sure it has to do with Anne, which is why you haven't pressed him to tell you about it.

You also worried he knew of your previous crush on Garreth, Sebastian has always been more hostile with Garreth than the other guys who normally lingered around you.

"Haven't decided on a name quite yet...but it's just about finished! Want to try it?" Garreth asked you, he caught you walking from Potions to Divination. You weren't actively avoiding Garreth, you honestly missed hanging out with him. You were just worried about Sebastian seeing you.

"I'd love to!" You beamed, taking a sip. The flavor was sweet, but quickly shifted and tasted like...your Mother's chicken dumpling soup.

"It tastes like whatever you're craving! Neat huh?" Garreth smiled, and honestly if Garreth decided to sell these concoctions of his some day...he could make a lot of money.

"That's really cool Garreth! Wait, where did you get the ingredients for this?" You questioned suspiciously, Garreth throwing you a playful smile.

"That's need-to-know information I'm afraid, can't be giving away all my secrets now can I?" He teases, a glint in his eyes you don't recognize.

"You stole from Honeydukes didn't you?" You place your hands on your hips, giving him your best 'disapproving stare'. Garreth always thought you were too cute to take seriously, much to your dismay.

"I didn't steal from Honeydukes. Somebody did, but it definitely wasn't me." Garreth winked at you, and you laughed. You should have been paying more attention to your surroundings because before you can process what's happening you feel an arm over your body. You're yanked firmly against Sebastian's side, his arm pressing you tightly against him. He's grown since 5th Year as well, and you unfortunately haven't grown much at all. You crane your head to look up at him now, which is why the very top of your head barely reaches the bridge of his nose. Garreth however, stands eye-to-eye with Sebastian.

"Weasley, don't you have a potion to blow up elsewhere?" Sebastian snaps, his eyes narrowed. His grip on you is firm, but it doesn't hurt. You can sense tension, and you detest conflict. You try to melt into Sebastian's side, your hand curling around his robes as you turn your face into his shoulder. Sebastian can feel you trying to hide, and it makes pride swell in his chest to know that you're pressing yourself against him and not Garreth.

"Easy there Sallow, you don't want to scare her." Garreth fires back, he's always protested your relationship with Sebastian. He's worried Sebastian is manipulating you, that he's controlling you. You've tried to reassure him that isn't true, that Sebastian just loves you too much to lose you. He's never believed you.

"Who say's I'm the one scaring her?" Sebastian snaps, you can feel the tension rising. Soon enough, there will be a full on duel happening in the hallway. You wished you could speak up, tell them to stop, but you can't seem to find your voice. All you can do is tremble and hold onto Sebastian, he makes you feel safe.

"We were having a fine conversation before you interrupted Sallow, can't tell when you're not needed can you?" Garreth was pushing him on purpose, he can't help it. Doesn't Sebastian know that it was you and Garreth long before you ever even knew Sebastian? Garreth knows you've made your choice, and yes it stings that it wasn't him, but that doesn't mean he has to approve of you you've chosen to give yourself to. Sebastian feel rage flare up in his chest as he takes a step towards Garreth, his arm still firmly around your shoulders. You were his. He would happily fight anybody to prove that.

"P-Please stop..." You whisper, your voice shaking. You weren't scared of either of them but you've always been scared of yelling and fighting. Ever since you had to endure listening to your drunk Father become enraged at a moments notice and start hurling objects at your poor Mother.

"Not needed? Does it look like she doesn't need me?" Sebastian seethes, and Garreth clenches his jaw. You had turned your entire body into Sebastian's side by now. Your face pressing into his shoulder and his arm curling around your back. You just wanted them to stop, you wanted the fighting to stop.

"Seb please, let's just go." You whisper to him, but Sebastian isn't listening. Garreth won't take his eyes off you, and it's starting to piss Sebastian off.

"She sure as hell didn't need you before, she has me. I can take care of her just fine without your help, Sallow." Garreth shrugs casually, sending you another wink. Why won't he stop pushing Sebastian? Why won't Sebastian listen to you and just walk away?

"It's not your job to take care of her, she chose me." Sebastian's eyes were sharp as knives by now. His left fist beginning to curl, and his chest heaving. His jaw was locked, and you could feel his entire body thrumming with adrenaline.

"She chose wrong, and I will spend every second of every day proving that to her. Why do you think she sneaks away to be with me?" Garreth pushes, taking a step forward. Sebastian pulls his arm from you and moves you behind him. Their chests are nearly pushed together as they glare at each other. You do sort of sneak away to hang out with Garreth, but not because you still have feelings for him! Only because you know that this is how Sebastian reacts every single time you're within 10 feet of Garreth.

While Sebastian has never caught you doing anything with Garreth other than talking, he still has a point. You haven't stopped hanging out with Garreth even though Sebastian has practically pleaded you to. Deep down he knows that asking you to drop your closest friend since 1st Year isn't fair, but he knows that Garreth is in love with you. He doubts you know that, but he does. He can see it in the way Garreth looks at you.

"She loves me." Sebastian fires back, though he's trying to convince himself that more than Garreth.

"For now." Garreth says with a sly smile. Your hands are curled around Sebastian's robes, and you're standing close enough to feel the heat of his body. You can see that look in Sebastian's eyes, you can see that he's losing the ability to restrain himself. You don't want to hurt Garreth, but you love Sebastian. You need him to know that because through the anger you can see insecurity, the gnawing fear that Garreth is right.

"I love you Sebastian, can we please go? Please?" Your voice is so small, but this time he actually listens. He releases an angry breath, turning and pulling you against his side once more. Garreth feels anger pulsing through his body, how could you choose Sebastian fucking Sallow over him? He's dangerous, and Garreth is determined to prove that to you.

"Don't forget Sallow, she loved me before she loved you. She still loves me, she just doesn't realize it yet." With that Garreth is slamming the doors leading to the Grand Staircase open, and you flinch at the force. You're trembling and Sebastian feels guilty once the flare of anger has faded.

"Don't worry, everything is alright dove." Sebastian soothes, pulling you against his chest and pressing kisses to your hairline. You feel the fear flow out of you as you nuzzle against his chest. You've never felt safer with another human being...besides Garreth. You try to push him out of your mind, but he's always lingered. But you still love Sebastian, and you will always choose Sebastian.

"I'm sorry." You mumble against his chest, you know how Garreth makes him feel but you don't want to lose your friendship with him. You feel torn.

"It's okay- we're okay sweetheart. I'm not angry with you." He whispers, tilting your chin up to kiss you. It's languid and slow, it makes your insides melt. Your entire body is tingling when he pulls away, a knowing smile on his face. You and Sebastian haven't slept together yet, and the entire idea of it still makes you feel very shy. You're comfortable with Sebastian, and you know you want to. You just don't know how to bring that up with him... or if you're even ready to yet.

"I don't want to be late." You whisper, knowing that Divination is going to start soon.

"Then I shall escort you there with haste, my lady." Sebastian says, using a silly voice to make you laugh.

Garreth knew there was something Sebastian refused to tell you. He knew because you had told him once, that you were scared Sebastian was hiding something bad from you. He probably was, probably hiding something he did. Garreth was determined to find out what it was, you need to know that Sebastian isn't who you think he is. Garreth doesn't want to hurt you, and he doesn't want to do this so he can brag and say he won you from Sebastian. That's not who Garreth is, not why he wants to find the truth. He just wants to keep you safe, and he knows you're not safe if you're with Sallow.

Though, he'd be lying if he said there was no part of him that wanted to look Sebastian in the eyes- knowing he won you back from him.

He doesn't like to think about it, doesn't like to admit it even to himself...but he loves you. He thinks he always has, before he even knew what love is. You love him too, deep down he knows you do. He can see it in the way you look at him. Why else would you continue to see him, despite Sallow being so clearly against it? It's because you can't stay away from Garreth, you can't fight the way you feel. Some might think he's delusional, but there's nobody that knows you better than him. Not Sallow, not anybody. He has to protect you, needs to keep you safe from him.

Which is why Garreth has been following Ominis around, bothering him to open up about Sebastian.

"Garreth." Ominis is annoyed, Garreth can hear it in his voice. Ominis has been infuriatingly tight-lipped about Sebastian which Garreth found odd.

"Are you even friends with Sallow? You haven't spoken to him in a year." Garreth pressed. It was hard for the other 7th Years not to notice the sudden rift between Ominis and Sebastian. They've been attached at the hip since they met in 1st Year, and suddenly Ominis won't go anywhere near him. Something happened. So why is Ominis still protecting him?

"Yes of course I'm friends with Sebastian. Just because I am cross with him, doesn't mean I will be forever." Ominis says, though there is uncertainty in his voice.

"Angry enough to still be angry over a year later?" Garreth wasn't going to let this go easily, Ominis was beginning to discover. Ominis huffed, he had to tell Garreth something or he won't leave him alone until he does.

"Sebastian and I had a fight, he made a mistake. That's all." He said, his voice firm but all he did was add fuel to Garreth's fire. Sallow made a mistake? What kind of mistake?

"What happened?" He pushed, continuing to follow Ominis towards the Slytherin common room.

"Nothing you need to concern yourself with." Ominis sighs, Garreth was really starting to get on his nerves.

"Is it about Y/N?" He asked urgently, almost like a Private Investigator would. Ominis paused, he furrowed his brows before he felt his irritation slowly morph into anger.

"Is that what this is about? Ruining Y/N's relationship? Have you nothing better to do?" Ominis snapped with anger that Garreth wasn't anticipating.

"I'm trying to help her Ominis. You know something that Sallow did, I know you do. What I don't get is why you're protecting him if you haven't spoken a word to him in over a year. Does your friendship with Sallow mean more to you than Y/N's safety?" Garreth snapped harshly, a scowl on his face.

"No it doesn't and she isn't in danger. Sebastian would never hurt her, but if you don't stop you will." Ominis fires back angrily, turning and entering his common room after he does. Ominis is wrong, Sallow has this entire school fooled. Garreth should have known better than to try and get Ominis to tell him, he's always been loyal to the twins. Garreth briefly considers trying to find MC, they were close with Sebastian during 5th Year and stopped talking to him around the same time Ominis did. It's worth a shot.

The first thing Ominis does upon entering the common room is find Sebastian. He spends a lot more time in his dorms than he used to, and Ominis can only guess it's because he stopped talking to Sebastian. He feels guilty about cutting Sebastian out, but his use of the Dark Arts drove Ominis away. That and the fact that Sebastian manipulated Ominis into getting what he wanted...the Dark Arts began to change him. You were starting to bring Sebastian back, the boy Ominis met in 1st Year. Sebastian loves you, truly, unconditionally, and if Garreth were to succeed and tell you the truth? Ominis shudders to think of how Sebastian would react, the path he would follow as a result.

Without Anne and you, Sebastian doesn't have much to live for- and he's already lost Anne. Which is why Ominis is entering the 7th Year dorms without so much as a knock, heading straight towards Sebastian's bed.

"I had an interesting conversation with Garreth today you should know about." Ominis says, drawing Sebastian's startled gaze.

"What did he say?" Sebastian's voice is already tense, Ominis can practically feel the frustration rolling off him in waves.

"He knows something happened in 5th Year, he's trying to find out what...so he can tell Y/N." Ominis informs him carefully. Sebastian is worryingly quiet, which concerns Ominis.

"Sebastian?" Ominis tries, and he hears Sebastian stand from his bed. He's begun pacing in front of Ominis, he can hear his heavy breathing getting heavier. He's angry, very angry.

"That fucking snake. Why can't he let us be happy? Why is he determined to take her from me?" Sebastian is seething, Ominis isn't sure he can calm him down.

"You know why." Ominis says factually. He knows why Garreth is doing this, Garreth didn't hide his feelings for you as well as he thought. Even Ominis, who's blind, can understand he's been head over heels for you since he met you.

"Well he can try all he wants, he won't take her from me. I would happily kill him if he even tries. She chose me. He needs to accept that." Sebastian snaps, tugging angrily at his hair. Ominis knows Sebastian didn't really mean it, but it was still disconcerting to hear him say it after what happened with Solomon.

"You know if he finds out what happened, Y/N is never going to speak to you again?" Ominis points out, as if Sebastian hasn't considered that already.

"Yes Ominis I know that." Sebastian snaps, pinching the bridge of his nose. He didn't want it to happen like this, but Sebastian needs to make you his. Entirely. He needs to stake his unrivaled clamed upon you, mar it onto your very skin.

He needs all of you.

"Hey." You hear a voice from behind you. His voice is quiet, as Madam Scribner would regularly throw students out of the Library for being too loud. You'd come here to study for your O.W.L's, you know you're going to pass but you like to be well prepared.

"Hello Garreth!" You say happily as he lowers himself into the chair next to you. Sebastian is unlikely to stumble upon the two of you this time, not that you're trying to avoid him. You don't want him to start another fight with Garreth, the two of you aren't doing anything wrong! You're just talking with a friend, you wished Sebastian could understand that. You didn't know how to reassure him that you're his. That you love him and only him, he doesn't have anything to worry about. You chose him, and yet he still worries.

"I'm sorry about the other day...with Sebastian." Garreth says sincerely, and you feel your chest warm. You wave your hand with a smile as you flip your book to the next page.

"Don't worry about it, I'm starting to get used to the fact that you two will always fight." You say, keeping your tone light. You don't want him to know how much it hurts that your boyfriend and best friend don't get along. You wished they did.

"No, you shouldn't have to. I'll do my best to be nicer to him." He promises, though you're not sure you believe him. He's just as hostile towards Sebastian as Sebastian is towards him. 'She still loves me, she just doesn't realize it yet.' His words from earlier flash in your mind, replaying over and over despite you trying to push them away. By now Garreth has brought out his potions notebooks. Not anything from class, his notebooks are leather-bound and usually full of ideas for other things he can make. You love how creative he is, and that he's smart enough to make all these potions. He makes them blow up a few times before they're finished but he never quits until he finishes the potion. You admire that.

"Gar? Can I ask you something." You ask, nervously chewing on your lip. Garreth lifts his head, his expression softening once he notices the anxiety on your face.

"Of course, are you alright?" He worries, making your skin feel tingly with the way he looks at you. You turn your head to refocus on your book.

"When you fought with Sebastian...there was something you said that I don't understand." You started, and Garreth felt his palms get all clammy. He hoped this wasn't going where he thought it was going. He didn't think about what he was saying during the fight, just said what came to him naturally.

Garreth waited for you to continue, but your face was fear-stricken and you began to nervously pick at your thumb.

"Y/N, you can say anything to me. I promise." He reassures you gently, giving you time to feel comfortable saying it on your own. You were easy to scare off when you got in your head like this, he knew he needed to tread carefully and be gentle with you.

"You said that I love you...that I just haven't realized it yet. What did you mean by that?" You whisper the words quietly. You're afraid to look up at him, you don't want him to be angry and you sure as hell don't want to embarrass yourself. Garreth feels like his heart is going to burst out of his chest, this cannot be happening. He doesn't want to admit his feelings for you while you're still in love with Sallow.

"I only said that to irritate Sal-Sebastian. I shouldn't have. I know you don't feel that way towards me, I'm sorry." Garreth says, correcting himself. You don't like it when he calls Sebastian 'Sallow'. You think it sounds mean, maybe it's just because of the way Garreth says it. You're not sure how his answer makes you feel.

"Oh."

Garreth tries to fight the smile that threatens to stretch across his face. "If I didn't know better I'd say you sounded disappointed."

"What? N-No of course not. I love Sebastian so you're correct...I was just...wondering." You feel your cheeks color, and you know Garreth can see it too. Your voice was shaking and it made you stumble over your words, what is it about him that makes you feel so nervous?

"Are you sure?" Garreth says, and you swore he wasn't sitting so close just a minute ago. Your heart begins to race.

"Sure a-about what?" Your throat suddenly feels very dry, and its as though the temperature in the room rose 10 degrees. Your entire body feels hot and flushed.

"That you love Sebastian." He says, his voice a tad bit deeper. You turn your head to look at him, and his pupils are blown open. There's a look in his eyes you can't define, it makes you feel like a lamb looking into the eyes of a wolf.

"Yes, of course." You whisper, adrenaline pumping through your veins when he leans forward a little. His eyes staying firmly locked on yours, he can tell you want this. That you want him. He can see the way your eyes have dilated a little, there's curiosity in your gaze. He can feel the tension between you. His lips barely graze against yours before you snap out of it. You feel horrified with yourself as you scramble away from Garreth. You love Sebastian, with all your heart. Why did you let him get so close? What is even going on?

"I-I have to go!" You squeak out, cheeks blood red and pulsing as you quickly pack up your things.

"Y/N-" Garreth tries, but you're standing and stumbling towards the stairs before he has a chance to catch your hand. There are tears streaming down your face as you head to the entrance of the Library as a realization hits you. It makes you sick to your stomach and a fresh wave of tears gush down your cheeks. It's too awful to admit, even to yourself. But Garreth was right.

You love Sebastian...but you love Garreth too. Oh no.

You're pacing back and forth outside the Slytherin common room, you'd woken up early today to get ready and wait for Sebastian. Normally it's the other way around, and he's waiting outside your common room to talk you to your first lesson. It usually makes him late for his own class but he's never cared, he's happy to do anything for you. You feel nauseous just thinking about it, but you have to tell Sebastian what happened in the Library. You didn't kiss Garreth and that makes you feel better but you almost did, and you feel like not telling Sebastian means you're trying to hide something. You don't want to have any secrets from him.

When Sebastian emerges from his common room, he looks surprised to see you. He smiles at you, but that smile is quickly wiped away when he can see the panicked expression on your face... and the fact that you're pacing back and forth like a caged animal.

"What's wrong sweetheart? Talk to me." Sebastian urges, taking you into his arms and feeling your entire body trembling. You're as fragile as a flower and absolutely anything can send you over the deep end like this, so Sebastian isn't seriously concerned quite yet. At least, not until the first tear drops and you refuse to meet his gaze.

"My love you're beginning to scare me, please talk to me." Sebastian is nearly begging, and you feel tears spill from your eyes again. He's going to go ballistic once you tell him about Garreth, about what he tried to do. You shudder, you don't want him to hurt Garreth or get himself in trouble.

"L-Last night I was in the Library..." You can hardly speak, your voice is trembling. You don't want to say it.

"Garreth c-came and sat next to me for a little." You pause again, feeling your heart thumping so hard against your ribs you worried Sebastian could feel it. You saw his jaw clench, and the tension beginning to seep into his shoulders. You haven't even said it yet and he's already getting angry.

"A-and Garreth, he...well he tried to..." You stammer, your eyes dropping to the floor. Sebastian felt a red haze of burning rage swirling around him.

"My love, he tried to what? Did he touch you?" Sebastian's voice was trembling with anger. If Garreth touched you then he's as good as dead. You shook your head, your fingers curling around his robes.

"N-No I pulled away before he could...but he tried to- to kiss me." You breathe out, and you can only pray that Sebastian isn't angry with you. You couldn't survive it if he was angry with you. Sebastian's nostrils flared, you could see the rage all over his face. His eyes were focused on the stairs and his jaw was tightly clenched, if you let him you know he'd race off to beat Garreth to a pulp this very instant. You won't let him hurt Garreth, you need to calm him down.

"S-Sebastian? I'm sorry! I'm so sorry. I love you, I would never cheat on you I swear! Please don't be cross with me." You explain desperately, trying to do anything to pull his gaze back to yours. You begin to cry again, pressing yourself against Sebastian's chest. He wrapped his arms around you, he wasn't angry with you.

"I'm not angry with you, I'm not. I love you, always." Sebastian says, finally turning back to face you. You lean up to kiss him as his thumbs brush away falling tears, and you surprise him with the desperation in your movements. You wind your arms around his neck, your lips moving against his as his arms wind tightly around your waist. Sebastian knows sooner or later Garreth will find out the truth, so he needs to follow through with his idea before he looses you. He needs to make sure you'll never be able to look at Garreth or any other guy for that matter without thinking of how good Sebastian can make you feel. He wants to open you up to a whole new world.

"Do you trust me my love?" Sebastian whispers against your lips. You nod instantly, making Sebastian smile as you try to kiss him again.

"Then skip your first lesson with me." He says with a playful grin.

"Skip a lesson? Are you crazy?" You ask him, the idea of skipping an entire lesson makes you feel anxious.

"C'mon, I promise I'll make it worth your while." Sebastian says, taking slow steps backwards with his fingers laced through yours. He slowly pulls you towards the stairs, and smiles victoriously when you let him pull you along without any further objections. You feel butterflies rising in your tummy when you look at him, grinning at you playfully as he tugs you through the castle towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts Tower. Just as you're crossing into the courtyard, your eyes briefly lock with Garreth's- who is sitting next to the fountain with Samantha Dale. You feel your cheeks tingling as you quickly snap your gaze back to Sebastian, and Garreth feels jealousy burning under his skin as Sebastian drags you off. You've never looked happier, and he knows he should be happy you found someone you love. But he isn't, and it kills him to see you smiling like that at someone else.

"Where are we going?" You whisper, a smile on your face as he drags you just past the stairs to Defense Against the Dark Arts. Towards the Undercroft Ominis had finally opened up to you about just last year. Sebastian pulls you inside and once the gate shuts behind you, you see a beautiful plush looking bed tucked against the back wall of the Undercroft, it looks slept in.

"I come here most nights, hardly sleep in the dorms anymore." Sebastian shrugs, you didn't know that. When he isn't with you, he's alone? Every day?

"Seb…why aren't you in the dorms?" You ask sadly. He shrugs off the sadness in your tone, he's used to the fact that he has nobody except for you.

"Easier to be alone. Easier for times like this." Sebastian quickly shifts the focus off of him and onto the reason why he brought you here in the first place. You blink up at him innocently, it makes sets his insides ablaze.

"Do you remember what we talked about a few weeks ago? When you said you were ready?" Sebastian asks softly, his eyes darkening as he watches your cheeks flush and feels your skin heat up.

"Y-Yes I remember."

"Are you still ready?" He whispers, slowly leaning down to brush his lips against yours. You feel a shudder run down your spine as you keen up into him, trying to press your lips against his.

"Yes, please." you beg quietly, and Sebastian groans before pressing his lips firmly against yours. He deepens the kiss by turning his head, reaching down to life you by your thighs. His hands reach under your thighs, lifting you with ease as he walks you backwards towards the bed. His lips never leave yours and soon he's placing you gently against the plush mattress. Your legs fall open to allow him room to slot himself between them. His hips meet yours and you moan feeling him pressed firmly against you, he begins grinding gently. He draws soft moans from your lips every time he rocks against you.

"Can I take this off my love?" Sebastian asks, pulling at your robes and you nod, sitting up to let him push them off and throw them to the side. His lips return to yours then, his fingers slowly pulling your sweater off your body. You feel flushed under his heated gaze and you quickly press your lips against his again when his stare becomes too intense. He shrugs his robes off before reaching up to unbutton your shirt and you can feel the shyness creeping back in as more skin is slowly revealed. Once his fingers open the last button, you pull the shirt off to toss aside. You lay back against the bed and Sebastian's eyes are hungrily drinking up your figure, committing every inch to his memory.

Sebastian's lips press against your neck, slowly trailing down your shoulder as his fingers slyly undo the clasp of your bralette. His eyes meet yours, waiting for any protest before he's slowly pulling the fabric off your body. You reach up to cover yourself, turning your head to avoid his gaze. You feel exposed. Sebastian reaches up to gently take your arms and press them against the mattress. You can feel a heartbeat from between your thighs.

"Don't hide from me my love." He whispers, his eyes locked on your bare chest. His finger turns your head to look at him again, he wants to see that beautiful look on your face as he makes you fall apart.

"Is this okay sweetheart?" Sebastian asks, he has to make sure. You nod instantly, feeling too sky to speak. Sebastian gives you a gentle kiss before his eyes drop again. His lips encircle one of your nipples, his other hand pinching and rolling the other between his thumb and pointer finger. You moan instantly, rolling your hips against his. Sebastian smiles as he sees your eyes shut tightly, your mouth falling open as he gently bites down on your nipple. It feels better than anything else you've ever felt before...and you know he's only getting started. Sebastian switches to the other nipple and sucks it into his mouth, humming against your breast as you moan wantonly.

His right hand slides down your tummy to flip your skirt up, his fingers gently rubbing your aching clit through your panties- which are quickly becoming wet and translucent with your slick. You moan again, feeling him gently rubbing you while his lips and tongue lave your nipple and breast. Your hips can't stay still, and you try to grind against his fingers, which makes you smile. Your fingers wind into his hair, holding him against your chest firmly. He groans every time you accidentally pull on his hair. Soon Sebastian reaches another hand down, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your underwear.

"P-Please." You beg desperately, and Sebastian swears he can feel the blood surging south. He slowly pulls the soaked fabric off your body and as soon as he does he sits back to get a better look. You watch with pulsing cheeks as he examines your glistening folds. He looks utterly entranced as he reaches forward to pull your lips apart, getting an even better look. You turn your head to the side, embarrassed.

"Seb…" You whisper, feeling very exposed as he gapes at your heat. Instead of answering, Sebastian leans forward and drags his tongue through your folds. You cry out, your hand flying into his hair as he begins to lap at your cunt. His tongue circles your entrance before briefly dipping inside, only teasing you as he sucks your clit gently into his mouth. You continue to cry out and grind your hips against his face, and your sounds of pleasure are music to his ears. He laps at you like a man starved, his arms circling your thighs to pull your cunt more firmly against his lips.

Your chest is heaving as you moan, throwing your head back as he licks a broad stripe through your folds, from your entrance to your clit. His gaze is dark and intense and his eyes will not leave yours. You can see the lust in his eyes, and no matter how shy you feel- you keep your eyes locked on his. His tongue explores your folds, his teeth nipping at you gently every so often. You moan like you're a bitch in heat, shamelessly using Sebastian's mouth to chase your orgasm. He presses sloppy kisses to your clit, flicking it with his tongue before you feel your body convulsing. You cum all over his face and Sebastian happily laps up every drop, making sure to lick and suck at you until your body is jerking with overstimulation.

"Did that feel good, dove?" Sebastian asks against your lips, as he reaches down to undo his belt. You nod, but that isn't good enough for Sebastian.

"Words sweetheart." He urges as he opens the buttons of his trousers.

"Yes Seb, it felt so, so good." You moan against his lips, kissing him firmly again. You feel the sharp heat of his cock before you see him, and he's gently notching the head against your folds. You whine nervously, placing your hand on his hip to stop him.

"Trust me, my love. It's going to feel really good. It'll pinch at first, but I promise it'll feel amazing after." He whispers, and you can already feel him pressing himself into you. The stretch burns, and it feels like he's going to tear you in two. Sebastian reaches up to rub circles on your clit to help distract you from the pain. He continues to slide inch by inch into you, and when he meets a little resistance he surges his hips forward until they're flush against yours. His fingers are still playing with your sensitive clit, and it makes slick gush out of you, coating his shaft.

"How do you feel? Are you okay?" Sebastian asks through pants, your walls are hugging him like a vice grip.

"F-Full. It hurts." You whine, holding his face against your neck as he presses kisses into your neck and shoulders. Sebastian feels pride swelling in his chest, you're writhing underneath him. Stuffed full of his cock, and he is the one making you moan and cry out in pleasure.

"I know sweetheart, it's going to feel good soon." He whispers while gently grinding his hips against yours. You moan desperately, wriggling against him. Sebastian takes that as his cue to gently pull his hips back before sliding back into you again. Stars erupt behind your eyes as he continues to sweetly thrust into you.

"You feel- so fucking good my love. So tight, so wet, taking me so well." Sebastian praises, making warmth flood through your belly. You feel stretched beyond your limits, and your toes curl when you feel him sliding against your walls. Your hips begin to push against his to meet his slow thrusts. You feel heat building in your pelvis.

"G-Gonna cum Seb. Please don't stop." You beg and Sebastian is more than happy to oblige. He presses his face into your neck, thrusting into you soft and slow, steadily building up the pleasure until your back is arching and pressing your breasts against him as you cum.

"That's my good girl, you're beautiful when you cum my love. You feel incredible, so so good dove." Sebastian rambles, continuing to thrust into you as his own orgasm approaches. He feels your walls continue to clamp down on him and your cum drenches his cock, making an erotic wet sound whenever he thrusts back into you. With a deep groan Sebastian is cumming, his fingers playing with your clit as he does to make your body convulse and tighten around him again. He pumps you full of his cum, leaving his mark on you. A claim that cannot be challenged by Garreth or anybody else.

You're his. You always have been.

Garreth knows he should stop, knows he should just let you be happy. He still can't get the image out of his head, watching you walking through the courtyard with Sebastian around an hour after he saw you the first time. The way you looked up at Sebastian made him sick, your rumpled clothing and the button you forgot to close on your shirt made him feel even worse. There's no way you slept with Sallow, he knows there's some other explanation for what he saw. There has to be.

But what made Garreth feel the worst was Sebastian's victorious gaze as it meets Garreth's. His eyes bore into Garreth's as you press yourself against his side and they're saying 'checkmate'.

Garreth clenches his fists before turning to find that damn student Sebastian met during 5th Year, they know what Ominis knows and Garreth is determined to find out what it is they're hiding.

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[intotheseas]

Hello I just discovered you and I'm in love with your writing!

Since you said that requests are open I thought I might send you my idea :)

So basically I'm all for some angst and comfort, and I'd love if you wrote a fic about GN! or F!MC who gets hurt and goes to the Undercroft to try and tend to their wounds (they're not very good at this) and basically hide the fact that they're hurt (and I mean hurt-hurt, like a giant gush in their side or something) and after dressing the wounds and hoping for the best (cause they're really bad at healing magic) Ominis walks in and meets them there, so they act normal but he still senses that something's wrong so he tries to coax it out of them, but they stick to their "everything's fine" so he gives up and just tells them to sit on the couch with him but when they move they get a sharp pain (from the big gush in their side) and basically fall to the floor with a pained whimper. Ominis quickly springs into action to help them and is all frantic about what happened and asking them but they're too hurt and so he tries to help them but since the damage is mostly on their side they're reluctant about letting him (they're flustered because they have a crush on him and they've never even kissed anyone) but he's so comforting and you know waiting for consent and basically so nice and they eventually let him help.

It can be spicy if you want, but it doesn't have to be!

Also don't feel pressured into writing it, I know that inspiration comes and goes and that you have a life of your own.

Again thank you so much and have an amazing day/night ♡♡♡

PS sorry if I made any grammatical errors, English is not my first language 😅

Hi, hi, hello! :) Your english is excellent, no need to worry! And I am so honoured you like my writing, holy crap. Thank you! Sorry this took a few days, I had do a lot of rewriting, just wasn't super happy with it. I'm still kinda unhappy with it but didn't want to keep you waiting!

You gave me permission to make it spicy and I did lol. I hope you like this. :) As a cis-female I wrote it from a F!MC POV, I'm not sure I could do a GN POV justice. I hope that's okay. I was HEAVILY inspired by the following two songs, so feel free to listen if they're to your taste! Counting, by Heavens, and Blood on the Moon by Raquet Club. Tags: hurt/comfort, blood (not sexually though), graphic depiction of injury, unprotected piv, smut, comfort, first time, first kiss, soft ominis gaunt, protective ominis gaunt, dominis (just a lil bit), biting

Summary: Sage is gathering Horklump juice in the forest when she's injured badly by a poacher. She only has one Wiggenweld on her, just enough to let her stagger back to the Undercroft. She bandages herself up and hopes for the best. When Ominis drops by and notices she's badly hurt, he breaks down her walls and convinces her to allow him to treat her. Once he's fixed her, years of unresolved sexual tension boil over. Characters are 18.

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Soil, lush grass, damp moss, rotting leaves. Sage’s nose fills with the scents of the forest as she pants, grips her side in agony. Stupid, fucking stupid, she thinks. She doubles over and sinks to the ground, groaning. The dirt scrapes against her cheek as she curls into herself, pain burning through her like fire. Her hands become sticky with her own blood as it seeps through the thin material of her jumper. 

So fucking stupid. She’d come to the forest to search for Horklump juice, needed to replace her low stock of Wiggenweld. Ran into a poacher, cast diffindo without thinking. They’d reflected it at her and disapparated. Her own spell slashed through her, cut her down. Now she lays in the foetal position, her blood mixing with the dirt. Sage pats her pockets, feeling for any stray vials. There's only one. She downs the Wiggenweld in one motion, tosses it aside. It’s enough to allow her to stand, to hobble to the nearest floo point. 

She stumbles out into the castle, gritting her teeth through piercing pain. Her ragged breathing and muffled groans fill the empty corridor, echo off the walls like they're mocking her. Sage staggers to the Undercroft. She needs to be alone, assess the damage. There’s no way she’s going to Nurse Blainey, no way she’ll explain why she was in the Forbidden Forest so late in the evening. Like she needs detention right now.

Stupid.

The iron bars screech as they rise, revealing the musty room that’s been a hideout for almost three years. Lurching, she makes her way to the box she keeps on the table. Fishes out a roll of bandages and lifts her jumper gingerly. It’s already soaked. “Scourgify,” she mutters, removing the worst of it. The iron tang nauseates her, or maybe it’s the blood loss. Sage roots around in the crate for a bottle. Essence of dittany, she knows there’s some in here somewhere. She pulls the bottle out, curses. There’s only two drops left in the dropper, not nearly enough to deal with this gash. Fuck it. She spreads what’s left on the deep cut, hissing as it burns into her flesh like little licks of lightning. 

The wound remains, but the bleeding seems to stop, at least. If she had any talent at healing magic she’d try it, but she knows better. The last attempt resulted in even more injury. She'd ended up in the hospital wing for a week, all over a simple splinch. No, the dittany and bandages will have to do. She glances toward the door and removes her jumper, tossing it over the crate. She wraps the bandages around her middle, snug against the throbbing gash. It’s around an inch deep, she thinks. Not severe enough to hit any major organs or arteries. 

Sage waves her wand, conjures a chair and sinks into it. Mutters “scourgify” again, cleans her jumper and pulls it over her head. The chair cushions her, needed relief as she pants from her exertion and blood loss. She’ll find a Wiggenweld in a bit, she only needs to…rest. Her head lolls over the back of the chair. 

The bars rise again, and Sage snaps to attention. It's Ominis, likely seeking some solitude after classes. His tie is loosened, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Shit. 

“Sage? Thought I'd find you here.” He strolls toward the back of the room and settles into a large, dark sofa. He lounges, stretching his lithe body like a cat. “How long have you been here?” 

Act normal. Sage has never been good at showing her weaknesses, not even to someone she trusts as much as Ominis. “Not long. Maybe half an hour.” Her voice trembles, and of course he notices. 

“Sage? Are you alright?” He moves his head toward her, sniffs the air. “Do I smell blood?” 

Fuck. 

“I’m fine, Omi. Only tired. I went to the forest to gather some potion ingredients. Maybe you’re smelling the dirt.” She’s breathing a little harder now, even speaking is tiring her. 

His eyes narrow. “Right, because dirt smells like blood. Are you quite sure you’re okay?” 

“I am. It's been a long day.” 

She knows he doesn’t believe her, doesn’t know what to do about it. Despite his lack of sight, Ominis is perceptive to almost a fault. It’s a fucking miracle he hasn’t caught on to how she feels. The massive crush she's had on him ever since he confronted her outside the Undercroft.

Something about the way he yelled at her that day marked her, forever changed her taste in men. Kind of fucked up, but she supposes it doesn't matter. Ominis is far kinder than his guarded exterior lets on. After they overcame their initial encounter and worked together to save Sebastian from ruining his life, he's been nothing but kind to her. Devout, even. Like she's something he wants to protect. Is that why her heart is racing? Sage hisses, holding her side. The throbbing is getting worse. 

“Sage? Come here.” It isn’t a request. 

Her legs move against her stubborn will, over to the sofa, sinking into the cushions on his left. He faces her, his brow furrowed. “You’re hurt.” It isn’t a question. 

“I…I got a scratch when I was in the forest,” she says through gritted teeth. Her breathing is heavier now, and she’s feeling woozy. She tries to shift and cries out, the pain sharp again. Sage doubles over, groaning. 

“Liar,” he says. He pulls out his wand, passes it over her. “Sage, don’t be an idiot. Let me help you, for Merlin’s sake. You know I’m good with healing magic. Why are you being so stubborn?” 

She pulls back. “It’s in an intimate spot, Omi.” 

“And? You’re hurt. What does it matter?” 

Sage pants. The room's spinning around her, vertigo slams over her like a wave. She collapses sideways, her head lands on Ominis’ lap. “Okay,” she groans. “I’m hurt.” 

He stiffens. He’s not sure where to put his hands, settles on her back. “Sage, if you don’t let me help you, we’ll need to go to Nurse Blainey. I assume you’re avoiding her for a reason. Please, can I tend to your wound? I can smell the blood from here.” His voice is urgent, bordering on begging. 

Her breaths are shallow, fast. She can’t tell if it’s from their proximity or from her injury. “It’s on my side. Here.” She guides his hand, rests it over her injury. “I wrapped it, applied a couple drops of dittany. That’s all I had other than an old Wiggenweld.” 

Ominis pauses. “Sage, I need to lift your jumper. Is that okay with you?” 

She nods, whimpers her affirmation. In for a penny, in for a pound. 

He raises her jumper up with one hand, holding his wand over her with his other. He takes great care to lift it to just below her bra, preserve her modesty. Ominis’ hands are gentle as they unwrap the bandage. He passes his wand over the gash, concern etched in his face. “Worse than I feared,” he murmurs, “but I can fix this.” Grabbing his bag, he fishes out a couple vials. “Sage, these are green, right? Wiggenweld?” 

She lifts her head, peers at them. “Yes.” 

“Drink them. Now.” Again, not a request.

She tilts the vials into her mouth, gulping down the potion. Sage hisses, feeling the dizziness evaporate. She breathes more evenly, her heart slows to a steady pace. 

Ominis runs his fingers through her hair. “Well done,” he murmurs, his voice kind. “I still need to close the cut. You’re lucky I know this spell.” His wand moves above her in a curious twirling motion, and thrice he says, “Vulnera Sanentur.”

A small gasp escapes Sage’s lips. Her skin knits together, and within seconds there’s nothing left of her stupidity except the faintest of scars. She sags, the absence of pain finally allowing her to relax.

Ominis traces his hands over her side, checking for any leftover blood or open wounds. Nothing. He breathes a sigh of relief, doesn’t remove his hands. “I don’t know how many times I’ve begged you to be more careful, Sage.” His voice trembles. “What would you have done if I hadn’t come to the Undercroft?” 

She shrugs. “I don’t know.” Her head’s still resting in his lap, and she really doesn’t want to move. His fingers are still brushing against the bare skin of her side. Slow, soothing strokes. “Thank you,” she whispers.

He pauses for a moment, then continues his light movements. “What else could I have done? Sage, I…I wish you’d remember that there are people who care a lot for you. I wish you wouldn’t be so reckless. What would I do if I lost you?” 

Her breathing is shallow again, for a different reason. I’m afraid he doesn’t care for me in the way I want him to, she thinks. She’s overcome with an urge to tell him how she feels, but how can she? They’ve danced around each other for nearly three years now, neither daring to show their full hand, their honest feelings. 

His fingers drift down the curve of her waist and she shivers against him. 

“Do you want me to stop?” His voice is low, trembles a little. Something in the air around them is shifting, becoming electric. Like every touch he leaves on her skin sends shivers racing over her skin.

Sage’s breath hitches in her throat. “No,” she whispers. 

His hand trails up her waist, over her ribs, ghosting beneath her jumper, against the bottom of her bra. “Is this too much?” 

Her breathing is shaky. “No. I…like it. You can go further, if you’d like.” She doesn’t know what’s happening, only knows she doesn’t want it to stop. The Undercroft is a different room than it was five minutes ago. The atmosphere shimmers with something unknown and dangerous, something intoxicating. 

“Sage…you shouldn't say things so casually. Don't give me the wrong idea.” He stutters out the last few words. 

A flash of bravery edges her forward. Fucking encourage him, you coward.“Maybe it isn’t the wrong idea,” she breathes. She sits up, leans toward him, rests a hand on his chest. “Maybe it hasn’t been for a long time.” 

Ominis’ breath stutters. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” His hand reaches out, finds her cheek. He strokes his thumb over her lips, already parted. 

Sage leans forward, crawls toward him and presses her forehead to his. "Am I, Ominis?"

His lips sear against hers, an inferno. Her first kiss, the only one she's ever wanted. She desperately wants it to devour them both, wants to lose herself in him. She shifts over, straddles his lap. Grinds down, makes her intentions clear. "Did you know," she breathes, "that I've wanted you since you yelled at me outside of the Undercroft?"

He gasps against her lips. "Would you believe me if I said I wanted you not long after?" His hands move down over her waist, cup against her bottom.

That surprises her, but she's not about to break their kiss. "No," she says as they catch their breath. "I wouldn't. I thought you hated me at first." She whines as she feels the length of him harden below her.

"Never," he says. "I just d-didn't," he stutters as she grinds against his clothed cock, "didn't know how to handle the situation. But your voice reached straight into my heart. Then y-you never stepped from my side when Sebastian slid down the wrong path, and s-somewhere," he pants, "I fell in love with you." He grabs her arse and bucks up against her.

Her moans are soft, pleading. Need more friction. Need less clothes. She lifts her jumper over her head, tosses it aside. Rips her bra off, flings it at the wall. Ominis gasps as she raises to her knees and presses her chest against his face, hikes her skirt up and her underwear down.

"Do you want this, Ominis?"

He unzips his trousers in reply. Pulls them down along with his underclothes. "Yes," he sighs. "More than you know."

She sinks down, resumes grinding. Her slick pussy coats him in only a few strokes. For a few minutes they grind together leisurely, murmuring sweet nothings into each other's ears. "Tell me more about when you started to want me," he asks.

She laughs, dragging her lips along his neck. "Something about your passion. It was attractive, even if I was the object of your ire at the time." Sage grinds a little faster, caught in the moment. "And then it was your k-kindness, under that guarded exterior. And then it was just you."

He reaches down and teases her opening with the tip of his cock. They both whine, nearly dizzy with anticipation.

Sage bites his neck, hard. "And for years I touched myself thinking of you. Thinking of something like this happening."

A low growl rumbles in his chest. He lifts her, his hands secure under her arse, gripping it almost painfully. "Put it in." Once again, not a request. Not that she minds. She lines up the tip of his cock with her entrance and sinks down onto him.

They cry out together, and Ominis wastes no time. He holds her bottom elevated in his hands, thrusts up into her without relent. Sage gasps against his lips with every movement, feels like she might burst from the sensation. He's fucking her like every dirty thought, every metaphorical step they've ever danced around each other pours into this very moment. It's a culmination of three years of pent up desire, unsaid words.

He stops and she cries out.

"Move," he says. He spreads her onto her back, grabs her hips and bends over her. His fingers dig into the soft flesh as he thrusts into her. She throws her head back, garbling incoherencies as he angles himself above her, hits deeper than she thought possible. He nips at her neck between the sweet words that flow from his filthy mouth.

It’s too overwhelming, in the best way. And when he reaches down, fumbles around her clit and rubs his thumb in firm circles, she comes undone. Sage spills all her long-held secrets. Her breath is urgent against his ears, makes his cock even harder. “I love you, I have for a long time, I’ve wanted this for so long, you’re so fucking perfect, Omi. I love you.” 

He groans against her neck. "Sage, if you keep speaking so sweetly, I'm going to combust."

She grins, still panting. "So combust. I love you, Ominis."

With a final stuttering thrust he buries his cock deep within her, emptying not only himself but years of pent up want and need. Everything for her. "I love you too," he breathes. "I love you too."

[cuffmeinblack]

how do you think the boys (except Leander cause fuck that guy) would react to being told they're big below the belt? also maybe their reaction to female mc/reader asking how it would possibly fit inside her if it's their first time 🍆

Oh we're talking about their dicks again are we.

🍆👇

Sebastian:

He knows. He talks about dicks with anyone who will listen and constantly compares his with the lads in the showers. Immensely proud of his girthy cock.

"Mmm I don't know, you like it though, right? I'll feel so good inside you."

Ominis:

He'd probably find it faintly amusing. He has no basis for comparison except Sebastian huffing grumpily that one time he saw him completely naked.

"It's okay darling, I'll be gentle. Tell me if it hurts."

Garreth:

Shy and awkward, though pretty damn proud of himself. Blushing to high heaven as you marvel as the size of his length.

"Is it really that...well, I'm sure it'll be fine. Relax, I'll take it nice and slow."

Leander: (LOL)

Insufferable. Cocky. Arrogant. It's not even THAT big.

"I know, but you'll get used to it."

[legacyshenanigans]

After seeing a few posts hopping around, I would love to hear your take on MC asking Ominis to be mean to them because they just LOVE it. While also, Sebastian is confused because MC is generally upset whenever he is mean (flashback to the ignorant comment).

Omg lol, I can try and do something along those lines🤣🤣

Ominis: *pacing back and forth in the room, as MC and Sebastian sit on chairs in front of him looking all meek* I cannot BELIEVE you both went to that tomb, you could of both fucking died!!!

MC: ....

Sebastian: ....

Ominis: I mean HONESTLY! What were you both thinking?!

MC: Ominis it was-

Ominis: *holds his finger out to MC* SHHHH!

MC: (?!)

Sebastian: ....

Ominis: *stands in front of Sebastian* I should KNOWN you of all people would of done it, dumb as you are at times Sebastian..You just cant HELP but be a goddamn FOOL can you?! *walks in front of MC*

MC: ...

Ominis: *leans over* and YOU..You can be a stupid bitch MC, and I'm NOT happy with you right now *frowns*

MC: *blushes and bites her lip slightly* Y-Yeah, I was wrong to do it Ominis, you're right, I..I am a stupid bitch aren't I?

Ominis: You truly are.. *narrows his eye's still frowning*

Sebastian: *notices, pulling a confused frown*

Ominis: I dont even want to be in the same room as either of you..I'm leaving, MAYBE I'll talk to you both later *leaves and slams door*

MC and Sebastian: *flinch*

MC: *clears throat, still blushing*

Sebastian: TELL me you're not blushing right now?

MC: Hm? What?

Sebastian: So when Ominis gets yelly and nasty, it makes your knickers wet, but when I did it that time, you got all upset and pissed off with me?

MC: Listen, Ominis just does it in a way that-

Sebastian: Pffft, double fucking standards MC...Double, fucking, standards..

~

[indarknessilived]

Legacy Shenanigans Master List of Audio Featuring Anything Marvolo (SFW version)

Posts Updated: 9/03/2023

SFW

Gaunt family bickering: Marvolo, Ominis, Mr. Gaunt, Mrs. Gaunt

Dysfunctional family dinner: Marvolo, Ominis, Mr. Gaunt, Mrs. Gaunt

Dysfunctional family Marvolo is a rotten thug: Marvolo, Ominis, Rerek, Mr. Gaunt

House of Gaunt Rerek can eat a whole person: Marvolo, Rerek, Mr. Gaunt

Family bonding: Marvolo, Ominis, Mr. Gaunt

An impasse of apologies after pt 10 pt 2 of Marvolo x MC Series: Marvolo, Mr. Gaunt

Mama Gaunt and her boys: Marvolo, Ominis, Mrs. Gaunt

Family feuding: Marvolo, Ominis, Mr. Gaunt, Mrs. Gaunt

Awkward arguments with the Gaunts: Marvolo, Ominis, Mr. Gaunt, Mrs. Gaunt

There is no cut off for wanting a good cookie: Marvolo, Mrs. Gaunt

Almost soft Marvolo (test run): Marvolo

Out late in Hogsmeade: Marvolo 

Marvolo does not give a fuck: Marvolo

Marvolo being mushy <3 : Marvolo

Personalized for @littlestw01f : Marvolo

She walks in beauty by Lord Byron: Marvolo

Marvolo speaking Welsh (we needed it okay.) : Marvolo

Marvolo with no context ai chat snippets: Marvolo

Romantic Volo: Marvolo for @littlestw01f

Nursery rhymes are dark in nature: Marvolo (its dark but still safe)

Marvolo is still a romantic at heart: Marvolo, MC

Dark monologue: Marvolo

Rowan questioning the boss: Marvolo, Rowan (Rowan's Debut!)

MC brings Marvolo a treat at the den: Marvolo, Rowan

Test run of Rowan new voice: Marvolo, Rowan

Marvolo delivers Ominis gift (WALKIES): Marvolo, Rowan

Rerek really doesn't like Rowan: Marvolo, Rerek, Rowan

Marvolo tries quitting smoking: Marvolo, Rowan

A somewhat soft moment: Marvolo, Rowan

Leander getting casually "bullied" by Marvolo and Rowan: Marvolo, Rowan, Leander 

The Amortentia Fiasco: Marvolo, Rowan

Marvolo giving the "hurt him I kill you" talk: Marvolo, Rowan

Rowan and Rerek having a spat: Marvolo, Rowan, Rerek

Don’t drink and fly: Marvolo, Rowan

Rowans been a bad dog chewing on the furniture: Marvolo, Rowan

Aurora painted the boys nails: Marvolo, Rowan (name drop of Aurora)

Rowan and Seb training in the ring: Sebastian, Rowan

Who'd win in a fight: Marvolo, Sebastian

Ominis being damn surprised: Ominis, Rowan

Rowan reading poetry to Ominis: Ominis, Rowan

Who's a good boy!: Ominis, Rowan

Do it for the vine, get your dog: Ominis, Rowan, Leander

Rominis being cute, and the L word!: Ominis, Rowan

Rowan being a soft trying to cheer you up: Rowan

Brotherly arguments 1: Marvolo, Ominis

Brotherly arguments 2: Marvolo, Ominis

Brotherly arguments 3: Marvolo, Ominis

Brotherly arguments 4: Marvolo, Ominis, Rerek

Pushing buttons as only the younger sibling can: Marvolo, Ominis

Brotherly love: Marvolo, Ominis

Rare brotherly love: Marvolo, Ominis 

Brotherly bonding gone wrong: Marvolo, Ominis, Mr. Gaunt

Brother negotiations: Marvolo, Ominis

Marvolo testing Ominis reflexes: Marvolo, Ominis

Ominis overslept on a monday: Marvolo, Ominis

Marvolos thoughtful? Birthday present: Marvolo, Ominis 

Do you hate me?: Marvolo, Ominis

Reminiscing on funny memories: Marvolo, Ominis

Ominis friend quiz: Marvolo, Ominis

JINX!: Marvolo, Ominis

Keeping up with the Gaunts: Marvolo, Ominis, Sebastian, Garreth

A walk back from Hogsmeade through the Forest: Marvolo, Ominis

Marvolo sneaking up on the lads based on (this): Marvolo, Sebastian, Garreth, Leander, Everett, Amit

Poetry corner!: Marvolo, Sebastian

Its all kicking off at the Gaunt House (DRAMA!): Marvolo, Rerek, Sebastian, Ominis, Garreth, Leander

Marvolo giving the lads a hard time (except Amit lol): Marvolo, Sebastian, Ominis, Garreth, Leander, Everett, Amit

Leander daring to insult a Gaunt in their own home: Marvolo, Ominis, Leander, Rerek

Ominis showing the lads his "Secret peaceful place" in the woods: Marvolo, Sebastian, Ominis, Garreth , Leander, Everett, Amit

Being bitches together: Marvolo, Rerek, Leander

Rerek’s voice debut!!: Marvolo, Rerek 

Rerek’s almost sentimental: Marvolo, Rerek

Rerek fighting an electric fence: Marvolo, Rerek

MC nattering with Rerek: MC, Rerek

Rerek loving Amit: Marvolo, Rerek, Ominis, Amit

More Rerek loving Amit: Marvolo, Rerek, Amit

Who would Rerek save? Marvolo or Amit?: Marvolo, Rerek

Companions for life: Marvolo, Rerek

Rerek being a sassy ass and tempting Eve: Rerek

Rerek saying hi to people, then there’s Rowan: Marvolo, Rerek, Ominis, Aurora, Rowan

Rerek answers questions: Rerek shout out to @nox-ceur for the questions 

Garreth and Ominis need a niffler for class: Ominis, Garreth, Rerek

Hanging out at the Gaunt house (asking Rerek if he likes the lads): Sebastian, Ominis, Garreth Leander, Everett, Amit, Rerek

Rerek being Rerek telling it as it is: Rerek, Sebastian, Ominis, Garreth, Leander, Everett, Amit

Rerek is a dick to MC: Marvolo, Rerek, MC

Mc talking about her problems: Marvolo, Rerek, MC

Do you think I’m cute?: Marvolo, Rerek, MC

Marvolo’s and MC forest conversation about the L word: Marvolo, MC

A Soft Volo Moment and Typical Rerek:Marvolo, Rerek, MC

A very soft Volo moment: Marvolo, Rerek, MC

Bunny boy (affectionate): Marvolo, Aurora

It's all kicking off at the Gaunts: Marvolo, Ominis, Rerek, Rowan, Mr. Gaunt

Garreth trying to be a little shit, but to Marvolo: Marvolo, Garreth

[boxdstars]

The Tally

In which Sebastian isn’t subtle

Word count: 1.1k

Sebastian Sallow x Gn!MC

Ft. OC content (not romantic)

MC is chilling in the background, good for them

A/N: fuck it Mara content. Basically, I want more Sebastian & oc antics, but without any romantic strings attached. Also i'm rusty with fanfic, please forgive me LOL

Sebastian wasn’t paying attention. He’s trying to, he really is. But his mind drifts back to… them. And well, how could it not? He fondly recalled their recent trip to the Forbidden Forest before a familiar voice brought him back to reality.

“Eleven..” Mara marks down with a flick of her quill then resumes back to her potions assignment. 

Sebastian frowns. For the past week, his friend has been making a tally. It’s been absolutely unbearable. One moment they’ll be in the midst of a lesson and the next moment she’s muttering a ‘thirteen’ or ‘twenty-seven’ under her breath before jotting it down in the margins of her schoolwork.

It’s insufferable.

And what’s worse - she won’t tell him what she’s counting.

He attempted to look, but Professor Sharp came to their side of the room, so Sebastian returned to his own (notably sparse) notes. It was difficult to pay attention when he was so insatiably curious. The rest of the class was a blur.

It kept on happening. In Herbology, in Defense against the Dark arts, in Charms, even History of Magic. She’d be half awake, face almost plummeting into the desk, and yet Mara would still have the audacity to add to her ever-growing list. 

Fine, whatever. She was jotting down numbers in class. Why did he care? Sure, it was incredibly annoying, and sure, nothing irked him more than her hiding it from him, but still. It’s not as if he was entitled to know.

But then that infernal list came out during dinner. He couldn’t take it anymore.

Mara elbowed Imelda and whispered, “I think it’s at 64 today alone.” To which the other girl snorted, cupping her mouth behind her hands.

He kicks Mara underneath the table, and she nearly skyrockets out of her seat. “So you told Reyes and not me?”

“What are you talking about?” 

His eyes narrow. “You know.”

“Do I?”

“Let me see it.”

She leans back, as if contemplating if she should or not. Eventually Mara relents and pulls out the tiny piece of parchment she’d been furiously scribbling in. She slid it over to him in one fluid motion.

Desperately, he snatched it from her, his brows still furrowed. But she’d given it to him at the very least, which had to count for something.

He opens it up and the short slab of paper unfurls into a long, grandiose scroll that rolls right into his lap. As expected, there’s a lot of numbers written down the middle, but to his horror, right there at the top in bold fancy lettering, read the following:

'How Many Times Sebastian has talked about (and/or looked at)…'

And there it was, their name. In equally fancy lettering: the former new fifth year, current Hero of Hogwarts. The list was long, half as long as it was comprehensive. No, it wasn’t just a string of tally marks, each was grouped into a specific class, on a specific date. With each being totaled at the end of the day. She had put more effort into this than her schoolwork, which was a minor consolation, all things considered.

“It started as a joke, but we just kept going.”

“We?!”

Then he saw, below the title, began the tally. Mara’s chicken-scratch handwriting was prominent, but to his chagrin he noticed several other familiar letterings. Notably, Ominis’ skilled hand had jotted down additional notes in the far left margin. 

“I told you, you have a problem.” She shrugs, and Sebastian has to bite his tongue to argue that this is far more of a problem than his infatuation could ever be.

But then, Sebastian’s eyes skim the very bottom and there it is. It’s a small animated, yet crude drawing of him. The drawing of miniature Sebastian had comically oversized hearts instead of eyes. 

He gapes, “You can’t be serious.”

“Deadly.”

“I admit, she has far too much time on her hands.” Ominis quips from his side, but Sebastian doesn’t need to look at his friend to hear the smirk in his voice.

“Don’t start.” He frowns. “You’ve been in on this too!”

“You’re not particularly subtle, Sebastian.” The boy reminds him.

“The list can’t be this long.” He pushes the parchment away and points a finger accusingly at the girls seated across from him. “You snuck some in here, I know it.” 

Imelda and Mara both give him an incredulous look, as if wrackspurts were growing out of his ears. Had he been that obvious? Clearly.

“I don’t fancy them.” Is all he can sputter out.

Her eyes narrowed. “Is that so?”

“Yes.”

“Then I’m sure you’ll have no qualms about them going on a date with Andrew Larson tomorrow.” She grins deviously.

She couldn’t be serious. This was all just another ploy. Mara got a kick out of his suffering. It was the quirk of their friendship. There’s no way someone like them would go out with Andrew Larson. Right? But now he couldn’t be sure.

He craned his neck over to look at them, ignoring how that only meant Mara would add her another tally to the list.. and there they were. They wore a bright smile as they combed stray hairs out of their face, laughing alongside the rest of their housemates. Thankfully, no sign of Andrew Larson. 

Still… no - he had to make sure. Surely he could find an excuse to steal them away for an afternoon. Perhaps some sparring practice in the Undercroft, or another hairbrained scheme to sneak into the restricted section. 

But just as Sebastian is ruminating over what exactly he plans on saying, their eyes meet his. Warm and inviting with cheeks slightly flushed from the prolonged eye contact, it takes everything in him not to run over there immediately. Out from under the table, he feels someone kick him. Half expecting it to be Mara, he’s quick to retort but looks over to see it’s Imelda instead.

“Go on, Sallow, make my day.” Her voice couldn’t be more sarcastic even if she tried.

He grumbled but stood up. He had to. What if that infernal list made its way to them, of all people? Not that his three friends would be so malicious as to do that - but the castle walls themselves are ripe with gossip. No, he’ll tell them right now if he has to. If Sebastian played his cards right, this would all be but a distant memory.

It’s only when he’s out of earshot that the three Slytherins fall into their usual gossip, the list of tally marks soon to be foregone entirely. 

[tasmparkerr]

The Snake: Pt 1

Sebastian Sallow x MC

word count: 2.6k

summary: Sebastian Sallow was arrested in Fifth year after the murder of his uncle, now he's returned to Hogwarts for his Seventh year after tricking the ministry into thinking he's innocent. This story follows Maeve Caillouet (MC) through the struggles of her final year at Hogwarts as she tries to handle her past traumas, a Weasley and a Sallow, her best friends Ominis and Anne, as dark magic begins to sprout once again and escaping Death becomes a lot harder. warnings: foul language, angsty stuff

A/N: ope not me posting something, it may not be smut and I may be heading towards a HL fixation but oh well, thought I’d post something that I’ve been writing for shits and giggles maybe I’ll do more, maybe I’ll ignore this account again for a year lol who knows

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It has been two years since Sebastian Sallow was arrested for the murder of his uncle. Not a day has passed without his name crossing my mind. So much has happened since that fateful day.

The memories of that day flood my mind...

. . .

"No! You can't! He's innocent! He's fucking innocent!" I screamed, desperately struggling against the grasp of a Ministry official. "I know he didn't do it. He's a good person, he didn't fucking do it!"

But the truth was, I was lying. I was there when he committed the act.

Yet, I didn't care. I couldn't let them take him away. I couldn't.

Sebastian's eyes held a hollow emptiness as I saw him for the last time. They conveyed so much yet nothing at all. A sad smile played on his lips, a bittersweet farewell.

Just then, Ominis appeared, panting from running. "Oh, Merlin... Sebastian..." he whispered, anguish evident on his face.

I kicked and twisted, refusing to give up. "I will fucking-"

"Maeve," Professor Fig's voice rang out above the commotion, "Stop it. Stop it now."

I stared at him, bewildered. I wasn't going to stop. I was standing by Sebastian, I was there. They didn't know the whole story. They weren't there. Maybe if I...

Professor Fig's eyes flashed with a warning, tapping his temple.

Oh.

If I revealed the truth, that I was there, they would take me in as well. They might want to extract my memories to uncover everything, including the ancient magic. It would put the world at risk and potentially ruin everything.

Sobs shook my body as I succumbed to the overwhelming sense of defeat. The Ministry official released his grip, and I crumpled to my knees. Tears fell onto the cold stone floor of Hogwarts.

"Get away from her," Ominis's voice warned, and I felt his cold hand on my shoulder as he knelt beside me. "It's alright... It's okay. It's going to be okay..."

"No, no, no... He's..." I sobbed, my whole body trembling.

One of the Ministry men cleared his throat. "Alright... I know it's an emotional moment, but we must be off. We can't keep Azkaban waiting."

A surge of rage and hatred coursed through me. His name burned into my mind—Zephyr Mumblethorn. I would never forget his face. Witnessing his magic binding Sebastian's hands together ignited an indescribable bloodlust within me. One day, he would pay for what he had done.

"Sebastian... Sebastian, I promise I'll take care of Anne. I will find her, and I won't let her die. I swear. I will never stop. I swear," I called out to him.

He gave me one last soft glance, and then he was gone. Aspirated from the room. All that remained were Professor Fig, Ominis, and a few lingering students.

I never heard Sebastian say the word 'goodbye.'

. . .

Now, it was the first day of our seventh year at Hogwarts. It was also Anne's first year back.

Walking by my side, her brunette hair longer than when she was last in school, I had braided it delicately to keep it away from her face. She grew stronger with each passing day.

Finding a cure for Anne had been a challenge. Ominis and I had started searching the day Sebastian was taken. We delved into books that mentioned curses, even those unrelated to Anne's condition.

We pored over every healing book, every potions book—everything we could find in the library. But we found nothing.

It wasn't until we looked beyond Hogwarts that we discovered something—a magical item. It was a necklace with a shining diamond at its center. Legend had it that it was one of the most powerful enchanted items ever created. It emanated a protective spell for the wearer, guarding against curses, harmful potions, and poisons. Basically, anything that wasn't a physical attack.

Once we found Anne hiding in an abandoned home on a desolate farmland, we explained everything that had happened and gave her the necklace. As soon as she put it on, the diamond transformed into an emerald green color.

Since then, she has been cured. We don't know what would happen if she took it off, so she never did, and she never will. Anne was destined to live a long life.

But I didn't stop there. I took Anne in.

We lived in a small home outside Hogsmeade. I found a job at the Three Broomsticks, working with Sirona Ryan, who pays me generously for the summer. I also work on weekends during the school year.

Anne works at J. Pippins' shop, following the same schedule as me. Pippins adores her, and her skills have enhanced the quality of his work, boosting his business.

We made our lives work. We took care of each other. And now, we were returning to school together.

As students, both new and returning, streamed into the dining hall, we found our places at the Slytherin table, right next to Ominis. His cloudy eyes brightened when he heard us sit down.

"Hello, Ominis. It's Maeve and Anne," I greeted, pleased to see our friend.

Ominis's face instantly lit up. "Ah, my sweet girls. Welcome back to Hogwarts, especially you, Anne. How does it feel? Are you excited?"

Anne blushed and replied, "Yes, I'm excited, but also nervously anxious. I'm so far behind."

I chuckled, recalling the same feeling when I was a new fifth year. "Oh, I understand. You'll be fine. Omi and I will help you catch up. If needed, I'll speak to Professor Weasley to adjust your schedule, ensuring that at least one of us is with you in every class."

She smiled gratefully, nodding her thanks.

Anne had never fully warmed up to me, and I couldn't blame her. She held me partially responsible for the death of her uncle. I understood her feelings, and if she asked, I would openly admit that I would do it all over again.

I would do anything for him. I would do anything for Sebastian.

His name remained unspoken between us. We hadn't uttered it since that day. The pain was still too raw, too unbearable.

A pair of lips suddenly pressed against my cheek, startling me. I relaxed as I saw Gareth, someone who had been trying to court me since our fifth year. We had gone on a couple of dates, but I hadn't been sure if it counted as dating. Nevertheless, Gareth was sweet, caring, and respectful. We enjoyed each other's company, though I didn't feel the same depth of connection as I did with Sebastian.

"Gareth, how nice to see you. How was your trip to your grandparents?" I inquired.

He smiled and took a seat next to me. "Oh, it was wonderful. The states are unbelievable—so different from here. My grandparents plan to stay there permanently. You should have seen it—the hills, the culture... it's brilliant. The muggles there are a different breed of humans! Maybe next summer I can take you with me?"

I opened my mouth to respond, but the words caught in my throat. Thankfully, Headmaster Black's clearing of the throat signaled the start of the sorting ceremony.

Gareth gave me a small smile and rushed back to his table. I released a breath I didn't realize I was holding. Ominis chuckled.

"When will you let that puppy off his leash? It's not fair to string him along," Ominis commented.

I crinkled my nose. "Yeah, I know. It's just... I don't know. I don't mind him. He's kind, caring, and treats me well, but he's just not..."

Anne shifted uncomfortably beside me. Ominis's lips curved into a sad smile. "He's not who you truly desire. I understand. Believe me, I can only handle so much conversation with Imelda Reyes before wanting to lose my hearing as well."

I smiled, my eyes briefly darting toward Imelda's bitter face. Ever since I beat her flying record, she had despised me. I giggled at the memory.

Ominis brightened at the sound of my laughter. He had taken it upon himself to ensure my well-being, a silent promise made to Sebastian I was sure of it. I had sworn to take care of Anne, and Ominis had made the same commitment to me. I would never forget everything he did for me during our fifth year. The thought of it still sent shivers down my spine.

We happily consumed the feast laid out before us as the first-year students were sorted into their respective houses, the three of us half-heartedly cheering for the brand-new Slythrins. The whole room erupted in gasps and cheers, and I found myself searching for the cause.

"What did I miss?" I asked, my head shooting up.

Ominis stared ahead, his interest piqued. "Quidditch is back this year. Oh, I wonder... It's going to be an interesting year. And it's our last one? How exciting," he mused.

I had never experienced a Quidditch match. My mood lifted, realizing that this year would bring something new. Perhaps Quidditch would become my new distraction.

Anne seemed indifferent, poking at her pudding. We were quickly dismissed and made our way to the Slytherin common room.

Deep within the dungeons of Hogwarts, accessible through a hidden entrance, lies the Slytherin common room. Once inside, it exudes a distinct and memorable atmosphere.

The Slytherin common room is located deep within the dungeons of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, accessible through the hidden entrance. Once inside, the common room presents its distinct and memorable atmosphere.

The room itself is a spacious, low-ceilinged chamber, adorned with emerald green and silver accents. The walls are made of rough-hewn stone, giving the room an ancient and somewhat foreboding feel. The light is provided by dimly lit sconces that cast eerie shadows across the room, creating an ambiance of secrecy and mystique.

Plush, comfortable sofas and armchairs upholstered in rich green velvet are arranged in small conversational clusters, creating a sense of exclusivity. Dark wooden bookcases line the walls, filled with leather-bound tomes and ancient scrolls, showcasing the house's emphasis on knowledge and cunning.

The room is adorned with various symbols and decorations that represent Slytherin's traits and values. A large silver serpent sculpture coils sinuously around a marble fireplace, its glowing eyes and flickering flames casting dancing shadows on the walls. The snake symbol can be found throughout the room, engraved on the chair legs, woven into tapestries, and even etched onto the grand oak door that leads to the dormitories.

A massive bay window showcases the Black Lake, offering a breathtaking view of the dark waters and the aquatic life that lives inside it. The window is adorned with emerald green curtains that billow gently in the wind, allowing soft moonlight to filter into the room.

I soaked in the familiarity of the common room, the familiar smell of spices and firewood seeping into my lungs. It was always bittersweet coming back here. The memories were almost too much but it was better than living at the shitty small cottage outside Hogsmeade. Even Anne seemed relieved to have such a comfortable space.

I took in the familiar surroundings, the comforting scent of spices and firewood filling the air. Returning to the common room was always bittersweet. The memories were almost too much to bear, but it was still preferable to living in the small cottage outside Hogsmeade. Even Anne seemed relieved to have a comfortable space.

Ominis waved his wand, taking in the surroundings with a contented smile. "Alright, let's change and meet back here in half an hour. We need to compare schedules and make a plan for this year's activities and studies."

Ah, Ominis's annual debrief and game plan. I had been introduced to it last year when he took me under his wing.

Anne chuckled, "Oh god, you still do that? Can't it wait until the Undercroft?"

Ominis looked offended. "Absolutely not! Having a game plan and being on the same page is crucial for ultimate success!"

"Alright, alright... We'll change and meet back. I promise, Omi. We'll be quick," I teased, nodding toward the witch's dormitory. "Come on, Anne."

She followed me up to our room, located conveniently next to each other. We changed swiftly, and as I glanced at Anne. She's a girl with soft features, her face exuding a delicate beauty. Her skin is pale, lending an ethereal quality to her appearance.

Her eyes, a deep shade of brown, have a sunken-in quality that adds a touch of exhaustion to her gaze. Long, flowing brunette hair cascades down her back, framing her face in a captivating manner. She had continued to sport her chopped bangs.

As for her attire, she chose an emerald green nightgown that drapes gracefully around her figure. The fabric is silky and smooth, shimmering ever so slightly in the light. The gown is designed with intricate details, perhaps delicate lace trimmings or subtle patterns of snakes, going down to her knees.

If only she had freckles, she would look just like her twin brother.

My chest twisted. It always did when I looked at Anne for too long.

Turning my attention to the mirror, I beheld my own reflection. Silky black hair flowed in natural waves, cascading down my shoulders and framing my face. The light caught the glossy strands, giving them a shimmering quality.

My bright green eyes, like emerald gems, captured attention with their vibrant hue. Anne often expressed her envy, but I always found them to be a distraction, drawing peculiar comments from others.

Taking in my petite yet curvy figure, I felt a mix of pride and frustration. Anne had made remarks about my body, expressing her desire to look like me, but I brushed it off. While I knew I possessed attractiveness, I didn't believe I deserved to be idolized.

As for my attire, I had chosen a simple and comfortable ensemble. A gray tank top hugged my figure gently, showcasing my slender arms. The soft fabric felt soothing against my skin. Paired with it, I wore emerald green sweatpants that added vibrant energy to my outfit. The rich green color provided a pleasing contrast.

Gazing at my reflection, my eyes fell upon a mesmerizing snake tattoo that elegantly wound its way up my spine. The intricate design began at the base, just above the small of my back, and coiled upward with sinuous grace. The back of my tank top dipped low enough to reveal the initial section of the tattoo.

The tattoo itself was a work of art, its details vivid and lifelike. The scales of the snake were meticulously etched, creating a textured pattern that gave the illusion of real skin.

The snake's body twisted and turned, following the natural contours of my spine. Its lithe form seemed to move with an illusion of life, forever coiling and uncoiling on my skin.

The colors of the tattoo were captivating. Shades of emerald green and deep, rich black blended seamlessly, forming a striking contrast. The green shimmered and glimmered, catching the light, while the black added depth and intensity to the design.

I had gotten the tattoo at the end of my fifth year, as a tribute to my house and my journey. It represented my pride, the hardships endured, and the ancient magic within me. The snake symbolized the cunning and ambition that Slytherin valued.

A sigh escaped my lips as I stretched my arms above my head. Anne sat on her bed, crossing her arms. "Are you done yet? Ominis can't even see you, so who cares if your hair is perfect?"

I laughed. "Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if his wand could sense the state of my hair. Plus, it would be rude to show up looking disheveled."

Anne smiled. "You sound just like my mother."

We descended back into the common room, where a small group of people had gathered. Among them was Headmaster Black and... his face. My breath caught in my throat, and the air rushed out in a single gasp.

It was Zephyr Mumblethorn.

"Are you sure he's innocent?" Headmaster Black asked, his hands resting on his hips.

Mumblethorn shrugged. "There's no evidence. The investigators at Azkaban couldn't find anything. No proof. We can't keep an eighteen-year-old imprisoned without evidence. He insists it was an Inferius. Swore it under Veritaserum."

Headmaster Black nodded. "Alright... Sallow! Get in here!"

To be continued...

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dudeeeee I just stumbled on your blog by accident I saw your oc Giona and I almost screamed oh shit that's me He's Italian?? Blonde?? Gryffindor and gay???? just like me He's SOOOO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE I don't have a game cause I'm broke seeing him it is like seeing myself in the game I will stand him no matter what

btw could you tell me more about His relationship with Seb?

HHFDYSYDYSGDGDGSAAJMNNCCX OMFG Grazie amore✨💕 glad to be a part of represent 😭 I actually based him on Giorno Giovanna lol

He and Sebastian are low-key funny, Seb clearly he doesn't like Giona since their first years at Hogwarts (Yes that's right Giona is actually side oc, not MC) because Giona is so noiiiiisy and snitch, in my story Anne is also used to have a crush on him not knowing his preference, nobody knows, even his best friend Garreth, not until Agatha finds out

Giona always tries to be nice to Sebastian as much as he can but Seb is bombastic side eyes at him and Giona is like 'Well fuck you then you twat' and it's even funny because Agatha spent time with Giona lately and she always said to Sebastian that she really fascinated by people with blue eyes (she said as teased) this made him doesn't like Giona,, even more, this guy straight up be the first Gionaphobic 💀

And Giona also has a crush on Ominis but it is just one side, he doesn't have much chance to talk to him, not when Sebastian is around, he doesn't even know if Ominis know that he even exists lol 😭

[sebluvi]

oh my god💚💙❤️💛

ok everyone calm down it finally happened

I HIT 100 FOLLOWERS!! Thank y’all SO MF MUCH!!!! 🎉🎉🎉🍾🍾🍾🍾🍾

To celebrate, I picked 2 prompt lists I found that I KNOOWWW y’all will like, and I think they fit seb x mc so well

pick any of these prompts , or mix them up to make it interesting, and send them to me in my ask box! I cannot mf wait to do this. I’ll be working on a lot of requests all week long!

Rules:🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍

🐍Sebastian Sallow x reader only (I may pick an ominis one if I like it!, I’m just not used to writing him, and I am severely in love w seb)

🐍tbh I love when the requests are when seb is jealous of someone but it does NOT have to be that! (ominis, garreth(!), etc.)

🐍It’s not limited to just the prompts, if you have a special request you wanna send it feel free to!

🐍I only write for slytherin, so If you have a house and rlly don’t want it to be slytherin plz mention that in the ask you send & I’ll make it house neutral !

🐍I’m a slytherin so I have no idea how to write other mc personalities canonically LOL

🐍feel free to add onto the prompts you send me, go crazy go stupid aaaaaa

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I kinda ship Seb and Ominis but I do love them as friends. Ominis cares so much about his friend and he is seeing him turn into a person that he doesn’t like. Even when he suggests to send him to Azkaban, he gets choked up. He is more saddened and confused than angry with Sebastian. Also everyone says he is jealous in the scene where he finds you coming out of the catacombs. I do believe he could be but jealous can be an emotion for any kind of relationship. I mean I would be upset and maybe jealous if my partner or friend showed a stranger a very secret place without telling me or asking me first. I mean he already is losing Anne, he doesn’t want to lose Sebastian. Even if MC is a good person.

Oh definitely. They are best friends, and best friends are supposed to tell each other secrets they don't share with anyone else. And all of a sudden Sebastian shows another student he barely knows, a student Ominis doesn't yet trust, their safe space without asking for Ominis' consent first. Talk about being rude.

No matter if you ship them or not, that's a dick move and Sebastian fucked up (seems to be a habit at this point lol)

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But like. Ominis and Seb meeting MC's parents for the first time? Hear me out. Seb has nowhere to go for the summer months after the *ahem* incident in the catacomb. So MC offers both Ominis and sebby boi to stay with her for the summer. (Her parents are weird like she is)

Soooo I actually have almost this exact scene coming in a couple chapters in my fic "The Softest Magic", except without the incident and Vera only has her mother, who is the epitome of uber-caring trollmom lol. But I also want to explore how it might have been if Vera's father was alive, mess with some story points, and play around with present tense too, so here you go! Hope you don't mind that I wrote it with my MC and most of all I hope you like it! Please keep in mind I am new to writing so it definitely won't be perfect ahh and I may have run with the prompt a bit lot :) Read here on AO3 or below the break. 3,817 words.

Features: aged up characters (characters are 17), love triangle, but it's not a bad thing, they're just dancing around it trying to figure it out, hurt/comfort, healing, supportive parents doing what they do best, good parents, fluff, some liberties taken with canon (basically made Solomon an absolute arse), forgiveness.

Contains mentions of murder, violence/abuse, HL spoilers, implied teenage romance, small bit of underage drinking, cheese. Not beta read or proofread super thoroughly.

She’s sitting with him in the Room of Requirement, her thumb rubbing circles over the back of his hand. Sunlight beats down on them and it’s almost uncomfortable, too exposing. He’s bared his soul to her - both the brightest and darkest corners, and it’s taking Vera some effort to average the two. She keeps her eyes trained on his hand, not sure how to look him in the eye when he’s crying. Like it’s a little too much, like it’s a boundary they haven’t made the decision to cross yet. 

Which is pretty weird, she thinks, since she saw him kill his uncle just a few weeks ago. Since they’ve shared countless nights together with Ominis, slumped over books, demolishing poachers, falling asleep on this very sofa. The thought shakes her from her weird paralysis and she thinks, fuck it, he needs help. He needs love. 

“Come home with me this summer,” she says. “You and Ominis.” Vera meets his eyes, dead serious. “You need somewhere to go and my parents will be overenthusiastic hosts.” 

He gives her a look, like he thinks this is a trick. He gives her that look a lot lately, ever since…well, ever since the catacombs. Like he thinks he doesn’t deserve anything nice coming his way. Vera gets it, too. You don’t murder a family member, even in self-defence, and come out without some serious issues. 

It’s evident in the way he folds into himself, like a child who’s been yelled at by his father. Vera wonders briefly, how often did Solomon yell at him like that? How often did he hit him? She knows Solomon fought to kill in the catacombs. It was either them or him. 

His voice is quiet, meek. So unlike the brash and charming Sebastian she’s come to know and love over the past year. “You mean it?” 

Vera pulls him into a hug. “What else would I do? Leave you both in that cottage without Anne? Ridiculous. You and Ominis can come back with me. My parents will love you.” She feels him stiffen in her arms. “And no, I won’t tell them what happened. That parts up to you.” 

The wall behind them grates and shifts as Ominis crosses the door’s threshold. “I thought I might find you two here,” he says. His voice is soft, tentative, like he isn’t sure how to say the words, or if he should say them at all. 

Vera releases Sebastian from her grasp and gets up, pulls Ominis close. Sebastian’s situation, from the Scriptorium to the catacombs, has traumatised him, too. His best friend, maybe more than that, slipping into the Dark Arts despite his most fervent warnings, careening down the road to hell paved entirely with obsession and good intentions. Despite all his apprehensions, he’s remained loyal to Sebastian until the bitter end. Vera loves Ominis for it. She loves them both.

“Hey Omi,” she says. “I was just telling Seb this, but come home with me this summer. Both of you. My parents are going to love you.” Ominis holds on to her like a life raft, like she’s the one thing keeping him afloat in the maelstrom of fucked-up their lives have become. 

“You…you’re certain your parents would welcome two extra students?” 

Vera laughs, despite the weird atmosphere. “I’m positive. They always wanted more kids, but Mum couldn’t. They’ll be thrilled to have you.” She leads Ominis to the sofa where Sebastian is still curled into himself, like an old piece of parchment. “I won't force you, but…if you both want to, I can send them an owl right now. What do you think?” 

Ominis sits beside Sebastian, loops his arm around his back. “Sebastian? What do you think? I don’t particularly fancy the idea of spending the summer in Feldcroft…it’s too close to…everything. And my family isn’t even worth considering as an option.” Sebastian leans his head against his shoulder. 

“If Vera thinks her parents won’t care…if I won’t be an imposition-” 

“You won’t,” Vera insists.

“...then okay. It’s not like I have anywhere else to go. You’re right, Ominis, the cottage isn’t an option. I don’t think I could bear being so close to…and if Anne comes back and doesn’t want to see me…” He hangs his head even lower, buries it in his hands. Ominis holds him, runs his fingers through his hair. 

Vera walks over to the table in the middle of the room, scratches down a note. 

Mum and Dad, 

Mind if I bring two of my friends home for the summer? I’ve told you about them, Ominis and Sebastian? They’ve…had a rough year. We all have. I’m giving them all the care I can, but I think some hospitality done Bell style would do them good. 

Love you and miss you lots, let me know, 

Vera

An owl comes in through the open window, hops over to her. She affixes the letter to its leg and sends it off with a few pats. 

She walks over to the sofa and drapes her arms over her two closest friends. Kisses the tops of their heads with all the tenderness she can muster. “I sent them an owl. I’m sure they’ll say yes. In the meantime…I know none of us are okay, but we have O.W.Ls in a month. We need to focus, and you both need to get your mind off of this.” She summons several books and rolls of parchment to the table in front of them. 

They groan slightly, but pull books to their laps, their quiet murmurs filling the air. It’s a step, Vera thinks. On a very long staircase. But it’s a step. 

Two days later, the Bell’s family owl, Button, swoops in through the Room of Requirement’s window, crash landing into the pile of books and parchment littering the table. He’s small and spotted, and terribly uncoordinated. Perfect in his imperfectness, as Vera’s mom likes to say. He hops excitedly on one foot, waits for Vera to untie the letter tied to his leg. 

Vera, 

Of course we don’t mind. Tell them they’re coming home. We can’t wait to meet them.

We love and miss you, too. Good luck with O.W.Ls! Can’t wait to see you!

Mum and Dad

“Well, it’s official,” Vera announces. “You two are coming home with me in a month. My parents say they can’t wait to meet you both.” The first genuine smile she’s seen in weeks graces Sebastian’s face. Ominis shoulders slump, his expression relieved, and her heart feels a little lighter. This is closer to how it was before. It’ll never be normal again, she knows, but they’ll find a new normal. 

A month passes, and day by day, step by step, they find their way toward something resembling peace. The relentless studying helps, takes their mind off of the existential horror of death and loss and replaces it with the existential horror of their futures. A better direction to look in, Vera thinks. 

Their O.W.Ls pass without incident. Vera knows she’s done terribly in History of Magic, but failing that O.W.L is basically a rite of passage for every fifth-year, anyway. They’re all exhausted for a different reason now, a reason that feels earned. Like their naps on the plush sofa in the Room of Requirement are borne out of hard work, not a desire to escape consciousness. 

And all too soon, they’re met with the scarlet train that will take them home. “Home,” Vera reminds them. “You’re coming home.” The train ride is both reflective and jumpy, an anxious energy buzzing all over the compartment. Flashes of blue skies and green fields fly by their field of vision as the train picks up speed and takes them away. Away from where it happened, away from all the daily reminders. And maybe she’s imagining it, but every metre they travel, the load feels a little less horrifying. It’ll never be gone, not completely, but like water smoothing a stone, time makes everything feel lighter. 

Sebastian’s all nerves, drumming his fingers restlessly on his leg. Vera can see the thoughts racing behind his eyes, already knows what he’s thinking. He wonders if he deserves this, if he’ll fuck this up, too. Thinks he might dare to hope a little. 

Ominis is a pool of outward calm, like usual. Vera knows better, of course. Knows he’s concerned about Sebastian, concerned about making a good first impression on her parents. 

She’s nervous, too. Nervous about the unspoken bonds between them all. She loves them both, probably as more than friends. 

No, definitely as more than friends. She thinks they might feel the same way about her, but she thinks they feel that way about each other, too, and probably have for a long time. The entire year has been a nervous yet comforting dance, the steps marked by stolen glances, lingering touches, chaste kisses on the cheek, fingers interlaced, and too many “accidental” nights spent curled around each other in front of the fire to be accidental. Vera supposes it doesn’t need to be figured out right away, as long as they’re all content. 

The smog and odour of London is overpowering as they step off the train and through Platform 9 ¾’s barrier. They’ve decided to floo straight home - no need to make her parents come all the way out here to collect them. A coffee shop nearby provides some sanctuary from the sensory overload, a cheery witch levitating several pots of coffee and tea waves to them over her shoulder as they duck in. “Back from Hogwarts, darlings? Floo point’s in the corner. You enjoy your vacations now!” 

They wave back in thanks and cross over to the crackling fireplace. Vera’s voice rings out clearly. “Bell Residence, London!” 

The vertigo-inducing, oddly squeezing sensation of floo travel is something Vera still hasn’t grown accustomed to, and she’s a little dizzy as they stumble into her kitchen. The pale yellows of the wallpaper and tablecloth deepen in the warm glow of the sun through the window. Her parents look up expectantly, happily. 

Ava, her mother, still in her lime-green Healer robes, immediately stands and gathers them all into a surprisingly crushing hug. Her blonde hair’s in its usual bun and freckles dot across her face like stars as her eyes crinkle into an enormous smile. “Welcome home, loves,” she murmurs. “I’m so happy you’re all here. I’m Ava, and this,” she points over to the man at the table, “is Riley.” 

Riley rises from the table, taller than all of them. Vera peeks to the side at Ominis and Sebastian, sees them shrink back slightly and almost giggles. Her father looks imposing, but he’s even more of a dear than Ava. His ruddy cheeks emphasise his genuine smile, and his curly tawny hair falls in every direction. Vera hugs him tightly, and Riley grabs Sebastian and Ominis, brings them into the fold. “Welcome home,” he says. “All of you.” 

Ava nearly dances around them, levitates their luggage with her wand and leads them down a long hallway toward another sun-soaked room. There are two guest beds set up, plush and feathery, with deep emerald green duvets resting on top. Vera’s bed rests to the left, her duvet a cheery yellow. “Afraid we don’t have a guest room, but this’ll do, right?” She winks, and her eyes dance with mischief. “I’m sure you’re all exhausted from the trip. Why don’t you all rest in here while Riley and I make dinner?” She steps lightly out of the room, closing the door behind her. 

Vera sits on her bed, sinking into the thick duvet. “Well,” she says. “Those are my parents.” I promise Dad is a lot less imposing than he seems. He and Mom are really playful people. It’s just kind of how they show their love.” 

Sebastian and Ominis sit, flanking her, their faces contemplative. They flop backwards, their hands finding each other by habit, fingers interlocking. 

“I don’t know if I deserve this kindness,” Sebastian admits. His brow furrows as he gazes at the ceiling. Ominis leans his head against Vera’s shoulder, reaches with his other hand to place it atop Sebastian’s. 

“Maybe it isn’t about deserving it,” Vera murmurs. “I mean, it’s happening anyway. The kindness. Trust me, my parents are going to treat you like you’re their own. And Mum has an uncanny sense with these things…you don’t have to tell her anything you don’t want to, but I think you’ll find she’s a lot more understanding than you’d think.” 

Sebastian chews on her words, considers them slowly and thoughtfully. “It’s just…I feel like I’ve put enough bad into the world. Why should I accept any goodness?”

Ominis moves his hand to Sebastian’s shoulder and squeezes. “Because people are giving it to you,” he says. His tone is matter-of-fact. “It’s up to you whether you accept it. But if you’re asking me…I think you deserve some kindness.” 

They stay like this for a while, thinking and reflecting. The air between them seems both impossibly vast yet precarious, like a single action could change everything. Eventually they doze, their proximity comforting each other.

Ava’s knuckles rap against the door. “Dinner!” she calls out. The three spring up, their reverie over. 

Riley and Ava are at the table when they arrive. There are thick slices of bread Vera knows her mother baked this morning, topped with generous dollops of butter. Slices of cheddar cheese are nestled beside it, and bits of roasted meat and mashed potatoes send mouth-watering smells into the kitchen. 

Her parents smile, tell them to sit down. The food is immaculate, and Vera senses both Sebastian and Ominis feeling more at ease with the lively chatter Ave and Riley curate. They talk about O.W.Ls, their Hogwarts houses, potential future careers, and all the gossip that Ava and Riley hear around St Mungos and the Ministry. The atmosphere is warm and familiar, and it isn’t long until the family’s pet kneazles are begging for scraps at their feet. 

They end the night with a game of wizards chess, Riley insists he play with Sebastian. It’s a close game, but Riley booms with laughter when Sebastian finally checkmates him, the little chess pieces crumbling into bits and reassembling shortly after. “Seems like our daughter found a smart one,” he says approvingly. His eyes twinkle in that fatherly way, and it’s all for Sebastian. 

Meanwhile, Ava, Ominis, and Vera indulge in a spirited discussion about healing magic. Ominis is ardently interested, shares his plans to become a Healer himself. Ava is over the moon hearing this, leans forward eagerly, wants to know everything Ominis thinks. Her attention’s all for him, like she knows he never had a mother to dote over him like he should have. She probably does know, Vera thinks. She just knows things sometimes, in her perceptive way. And Ominis soaks it up. 

Ava and Riley retire to their bedroom shortly after. “Have fun tonight. Just don’t burn the flat down,” they wink. They crawl into bed together, a bubble of silence hanging between them before Ava pops it gleefully. “So, which one do you think fancies Vera?” 

Riley hums. “Sebastian, maybe? But it’s hard to tell. They might both fancy her.” His face is thoughtful. “I hope it won’t end in heartbreak for them.” 

Ava glances at him, surprised. “You think so? I think they all have a thing going. Sebastian and Ominis, too. They’re such a tight-knit little group.” She gazes at the ceiling, a smile dancing along her lips. “Well, as long as they’re happy. That’s all that matters to me. Times are certainly changing.” Riley murmurs in agreement, pulls his wife close. 

“You’re right. As long as they’re happy. I’m sure they’ll figure it out.” 

At the opposite end of the flat, Vera, Sebastian, and Ominis lay in their separate beds. Awkwardness hangs like a fog above them. No one’s sure how to dispel it. 

“This is odd, right?” Ominis’ voice is quiet, a little unsure. 

“No, it’s definitely weird,” Sebastian answers. “Vera?” 

“Oh thank Merlin,” she sighs. “I thought you two were going to stay quiet all night. “Get over here, please.” 

Sebastian and Ominis crawl under her duvet, and the three curl around each other like cats. Sleep takes them quickly. 

The next morning, Ava and Riley peek in, and Ava lightly punches Riley’s shoulder as they quietly close the door. “I told you so!” she whispers, a wide grin overtaking her face. 

Two months pass in a flash, and Ava and Riley lavish Ominis and Sebastian with affection every chance they get. Ava knows, of course, they’ve all been through something traumatic together, in that way that mothers often know. But she isn’t one to pry. Just to love. 

And as this time passes, Sebastian and Ominis feel themselves heal, bit by bit. The wounds scab over, and the horrors of the previous year begin to feel more like bad memories, and less like recurring hellscapes. The pain dulls, and the hole ripped in their lives by the events in the catacombs is lined with wonderful memories, the edges becoming smoother, easier to bear. 

They’re sitting at the table one night, lulled into comfortable camaraderie by copious amounts of butterbeer and firewhiskey. They finish their third game of wizards chess and a companionable silence settles over them. Sebastian’s eyes dart from Riley to Ava, then to Ominis and Vera. He takes their hands beneath the table and they squeeze back reassuringly. 

“Ava, Riley…can I confess something?” 

They nod, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “Anything, love,” Ava reassures. 

“My uncle died near the end of term. Just before O.W.Ls. Um..it was just me and my twin sister with him. Our parents died when we were kids. Uncle Solomon was…he wasn’t good to us. I mean, I guess he was okay to Anne…she reminded him of our mother. His sister. But he hated our father, and I take after him. He…well, we didn’t get along. There were times when he hit me, and there were times when I hit him back in self-defence. I…my twin was cursed, and I was desperate to find a cure for her, even when Solomon forbade me from doing so.” 

Ava straightens in her chair, realisation dawning in her eyes. “Anne Sallow?” she asks. 

Sebastian’s eyes widen. “Yes.” 

“I remember her. We tried everything we could…it was difficult, seeing her like that. I would have liked for her to stay longer, but your uncle, he seemed determined to take care of her himself. Took her home against our advice.” 

Sebastian’s eyes are glued to the wood grain of the table. “That doesn’t surprise me,” he says quietly. “I was so desperate to find a cure for her I went down some paths I shouldn’t have. And it made him angry. But…I couldn’t stop. Vera and Ominis tried to tell me the whole time I was going too far, but…I ignored them. I wasn’t always a good friend to them. But I needed to save her. She’s all I had left.” 

Ominis and Vera scoot closer to Sebastian, wrap their arms around him. “We forgave you a long time ago,” Vera murmurs. Ominis nods. 

Sebastian’s voice breaks as he continues, a hint of the terrified boy he was at the end of term creeping back in. “I did something I really shouldn’t have. I trifled with Dark Magic, with a relic I found mentioned in a spell book. I really thought it would cure Anne. And that was too much for Solomon. He attacked us, me, Vera, and Ominis. At first, I thought he was just trying to stop me from using the relic, but after he destroyed it, he continued attacking us. I…” His voice breaks again, and tears stream down his face. “I think he was going to kill me. And maybe even Vera and Ominis. He kept hurling fire at us and…and,” his voice dropped to a whisper, “I killed him. It was either him, or me, Vera and Ominis. I chose us.” 

He stares down at the table, not daring to look up. 

Ava and Riley stare at each other, horror covering their faces. Vera observes them closely. She can see it isn’t horror at Sebastian, but his situation. The choices a young man felt he had to make. The path he went too far down. The tragic conclusion. 

They close the distance between them and hug him simultaneously. Sebastian cries into Ava’s shoulder, both weightless and burdened. “I’m sorry,” he sobs. “You’ve just been so nice to me and I…I regret it so much! I don’t know what I should have done instead. And now Anne is gone, and I don’t know where she is.” 

Ava kneels down, meets his eyes. “Sebastian…this was too much for you to deal with alone. I’m sorry…I’m sorry you went through all this. Your sister, your uncle, your parents…no, it wasn’t the right idea to get involved in the Dark Arts, but I can understand why you felt you had to.” 

He shivers in her arms. “I’ll never touch them again,” he sniffles. 

“I know,” Ava soothes. “I know.” She looks at Riley. They communicate silently. 

“You’re forgiven,” Riley murmurs. “And you’re always welcome here. That extends to you too, Ominis.” 

Vera’s parents lean back and look at Sebastian. “And we won’t tell anyone,” Ava says. “In the wrong hands, this information could really get you in trouble, even though it was self-defence.”

Riley nods. “I’m sorry people weren’t there for you when they should have been.” He pats Ava’s and Ominis’ shoulders quickly. “I know my daughter and Ominis were, and I’m glad for it, but this isn’t a situation that should have fallen into the hands of teenagers.” 

Healing is slow, and never linear, Vera thinks. But maybe this is a turning point for Sebastian. Maybe the acceptance and love he needed all along can help him get back on the right path, redeem himself in his own eyes. 

A week later, Riley and Ava usher them toward the Hogwarts Express. Ava grips Sebastian and Ominis’ shoulders, her voice firm. “I expect to see you all home for Christmas and Easter, and I expect frequent letters. Okay?” 

Ominis and Sebastian nod. 

Ava continues. “And you treat each other well. And you two treat Vera well. And Vera, you treat them both well, understood?” 

They flush crimson, but nod. 

Riley and Ava hug them all, an all-encompassing embrace that feels like home. Vera hopes it feels like home for Sebastian and Ominis, too. After all, that’s what it’s become for them. Home.

[charmedcleric]

I’m drawing more Duncan slander because fuck him lol. Of course it will involve ominis and mc, my two favourite petty bitches lol. It’s a 5 page drawing and I’ve finished 2.5/5 so I’m hoping to have it finished soon yay

[legacyshenanigans]

Ok how about Sebastian and Ominus (seperately) reacting to MC telling them she’s late for that time of the month but then a couple days later it arrives and all is A-OK 👌🏼 😅

Oooooof 🤣 yeah sure! I can do a little something with that.

Obviously this is a situation where they don't WANT to have a baby lol. So heads up, nobody is sad about the fact its neg.

Sebastian:

MC: *quickly walks over to him where they planned to meet in the dark arts tower*

Sebastian: Hello you *smiles*

MC: Listen, we need to talk..I'm late.

Sebastian: (?) No you're not? We agreed to meet at this time, if anything you're early *chuckles*

MC: No, Sebastian, I'm laaate *gives him a knowing look*

Sebastian: ....

MC: ....

Sebastian: *inquisitive expression turns into wide eye's* ...Fuck off?

MC: I'm being serious.

Sebastian: No you're not?

MC: I am!

Sebastian: Shit..

(A couple of days later)

Sebastian: *pacing outside the bathroom* Have you pissed on that stick yet?

MC: Yeah..Just waiting.

Sebastian: *walks in* Listen..It'll be ok

MC: But what if I am?!

Sebastian: *panics* then...Oh MERLIN I dont know, I've never been this fucking worked up in my whole life.

MC: *checks test and grins*

Sebastian: (?!?!?!)

MC: Its negative *smiles*

Sebastian: YES, OOOOOF *Chuckles* I'm sweating *laughs*

MC: We need to be more careful, no more mishaps *giggles*

Sebastian: I can handle that, I think, heh.

Ominis:

MC: *walks into the bedroom* Omi?

Ominis: Mhm? *smiles*

MC: I'm erm..Late.

Ominis: ...For what?

MC: You know...My...Time.

Ominis: Your time? What are you- OH!?

MC: YEAH.

Ominis: Have you taken a-

MC: Nope. I'm waiting a couple of days, my period MAY show up. Then I'll do one.

Ominis: ...*clears his throat* Very well.

(A couple of days later)

Ominis: *sat on the bed, his leg shaking, waiting for MC to come out of the bathroom, biting his nails*

MC: *comes out holding the test*

Ominis: (?!)

MC: *releived tone* it's negative.

Ominis: Good lord *hand to his chest* thank merlin..I think I'd of simply perished on the spot if you had said it was positive MC..Goodness me

MC: We need to be carful from now on, until we actually WANT to have a baby *chuckles*

Ominis: Oh believe me, TOTALLY understood, my heart is going like the clappers right now.

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[legacyshenanigans]

Another Ramble post🤣

Modern day, group chat.

Sebastian created the group

Sebastian: Party at 8pm, Slytherin common room🤙🏻

Everett: Have any teachers approved this?

Sebastian kicked Everett from the group

Amit added Everett to the group.

Amit: Dont be cruel.

Sebastian: Fine 😑 No Everett, but keep it hush hush yeah?

MC: I'll be there, obviously. 💚

Sebastian: Good 😏💚

Amit: I'll come, sounds fun 😊

Everett: Will Imelda be there? 💙

Sebastian: 👀 why? You fancy her?

Everett: I'm just asking.

Imelda: Yeah ill be there 😁💚

Everett: 🥰

Sebastian: 👀👀👀👀👀👀

MC: 👀😮

Everett: Stop.. 🙄

MC: Ominis coming?

Sebastian: Yeah I asked him before 😁

MC: cool 😊

MC added Garreth to the group

Garreth: a party?! Sounds good.

Sebastian: 😑😑😑😑

Garreth: Problem? 🤔🤨

Sebastian: More the merrier, I guess..

Garreth added Leander to the group

Sebastian: NOPE.

Sebastian kicked Leander from the group.

Garreth added Leander to the group

Leander: ?????

Sebastian kicked Leander from the group.

Garreth: Sebastian stop. 🙄🙄

Sebastian: 😈🤣

Garreth added Leander to the group

Leander: My phones going mental, what's happening?

Garreth: Party tonight?

Leander: Hell yeah 😃

Sebastian: Great. 😒

Leander: 🖕🏻

Natty: I'm down 😁😁

Poppy: me too! 💛

MC: Yaaaaaay! 💚💚💚

Sebastian: You better be ready for me later tonight 😈😈

MC: Wrong chat you idiot!!!!

Sebastian: 😬😬😬😬 Ooops 😅

Natty: 👀

Poppy: 👀

Garreth: 🤔

Leander: lmao!!!!!

Amit: Everett, what are you wearing?

Sebastian: The fuck? Looks like me and MC aren't the only ones in this chat talking naughty LOL!

Amit: I mean for the party!!!! 😑😑

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