#victor rookwood x me

[ephemerasnape]

The sight that greeted Victor Rookwood as he exited the Hog's Head that fateful evening would be forever ingrained in his memory.

The street was dark and eerily quiet, and the dapper wizard had just taken a few steps outside the seedy pub before he realized something was amiss, causing him to stop abruptly and survey his surroundings.

"Lumos."

Continued below...

At first, Victor was more disoriented than anything - unsure that he could trust what he was seeing with his own eyes. The dark wizard blinked a few times in confusion before, slowly, he began to make sense of the gruesome display before him.

Heaps of... dirty rags? Someone has made rather a mess, it seems. . .

No. That's blood.

Blood and worse.

Before him was a scene of utter carnage the likes of which he'd never seen. A slaughter. The lifeless bodies of several young witches were splayed out in the middle of Spire Alley, a spectacle so macabre that even the dark wizard, well-accustomed to death, felt his stomach lurch at the sight.

A ginger witch lay eviscerated. Another's golden hair fanned around her angelic face like a halo. A brunette was positioned face down in a pool of her own blood. A strange-looking witch with odd-coloured hair... Victor shuddered as he recalled that one. He remembered her as having been particularly annoying.

And yet more still.

Sisters in death. Some he recognized outright, a vague familiarity to the rest. Their faces - doubtless once beautiful, now befouled by their own blood. Twisted limbs at grotesque angles. Internal organs now decidedly external.

Gods..

And in the center a... survivor? Victor tentatively stepped forward, perhaps even to offer a helping hand, as the pale witch clad in black gazed up at him adoringly.

"Victor.. I did it for you. For us."

Rookwood watched, horrified comprehension dawning on his face as the witch released a bloodied dagger she'd been holding. He barely registered the sound of the steel clattering to the cobblestone over the pounding of his heart.

"I love you, Victor."

[storylord23]

Protective Rookwood idk

[dittanyinbloom]

Hand Written

The final part to Note Taking and Study Habits

Ominis x fem!MC, fluff, kissing, it is just kissing but I wouldn’t say it’s safe to read at work

This is all so self indulgent but idc I write for my own entertainment first and foremost

.✉️🦉❄️

Over the weekend, you ran into a bit of trouble. Your first trip to Hogsmeade with Natty had famously resulted in a troll battle, but most people didn’t know that the journey hadn’t ended there. During a well-deserved butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks, you were confronted by Victor Rookwood and Theophilus Harlow. One thing led to another, and now as of late, you and Natty found yourself acting as protectors of the Highlands. Whenever one of you heard of Ashwinders causing mayhem, the two of you would team up and hunt them down. This time, you may have bit off more than you could chew.

The wizards you fought against that weekend had been poachers. Not only that, but Theophilus Harlow himself had shown to the battle. By then, you had already taken a few curses and had long since exhausted your supply of Wiggenweld potion. Lucky for you, they had captured two hippogriffs, one of them being Poppy Sweeting’s friend Highwing. The killing curse was thrown, but thanks to the hippogriffs, you and Natty had made it out, narrowly.

The next morning, the two of you had joined Poppy for breakfast to ask what should be done about the two fully grown hippogriffs in your nab-sack.

“Well, I would say to release them back to their home, but with all the poachers still running about. . .” Poppy sighed heavily. Scotland wasn’t safe for any beast at the moment.

“There is somewhere I could take them,” you offered hesitantly, “I didn’t want to take Highwing there without your approval since the two of you are so close. But I can show you, both of you.” You smiled at Natty. “It’s quite extraordinary, actually. I’ve been waiting for the right time to share it with people.”

Natty returned your smile. “You have me intrigued.”

Poppy’s eyes lit up. “Is it close enough for us to go after classes today?”

“Why wait until after classes?” Then you were standing from your seat in the Great Hall to lead the girls out. Overhead, the owls had arrived to deliver the morning mail. A letter was dropped on the table for you, and you placed it directly in your robes for later. Most of the mail you received was from people asking for favors or updating you on ongoing quests they’d assigned you. Whatever it was could wait for now.

The girls followed you out of the Great Hall, giggling and unable to contain their excitement for whatever Hogwarts mystery you were about to show them.

Sharing the Room of Requirement with others re-sparked your excitement for the space. The three of you rushed in nearly late to Charms. You snatched food from the Great Hall during lunch just to run back to the Astronomy tower. Poppy took to the skies of the vivarium. Natty had fallen asleep on your couch cuddling a puffskin. You debated dozing off as well, exhausted from the weekend, but you stayed vigilant and watched over the time to know when you would have to drag the other girls to DADA.

“That. . was. . brilliant!” Poppy had an arm hooked around one of both yours and Natty’s elbows. Her balance was still off from the flight.

“Now that the two of you know it’s there, I think you should be able to find it yourselves. I’m not in the castle much these days, so the beasts would love your company.”

Natty brightened at the invitation. “I’m looking forward to exploring as my animagus form when I am better rested. Galloping around was not in the stars for today.”

“That puffskin took quite the liking to you,” you teased.

“I had an inkling you would be good with beasts, Natty,” Poppy commented, “You have a warm soul. The creatures see that.”

After classes, the three of you were yet again exploring the room. Free from needing to keep track of time, you planted yourself on the couch for a well-deserved rest. As you turned on your side, a curious crunching sounded from under you. You frowned as you sat up, digging through your robes for the parchment preventing you from sleep.

The letter from that morning! Might as well open it now and find out what sort of predicament you would be spending the rest of your weeknights solving.

What caught your eye first was how meticulously the words were placed. There were perfectly even indentations on both sides. The spacing was exact, and the lines, while ever so slightly up and to the left, were even in height. Someone had planned out what they were going to say to you. This was rare among the desperate scribbles of your usual quests. Even professors who wrote to you about assignments were flippant with their quill strokes, far too busy to even attempt legibility for a mere student.

Y/N

I fear apologies are in order. Sebastian insists you’ve been distant this weekend because of my actions. Offending you was not my intentions. The touches were merely a way to express that I share the same sentiment. I think of you often. In fact, I have not been able to think of much else since you started taking my name. If I’ve misinterpreted your feelings, please meet me today after classes in the Undercroft. You are owed a proper apology face to face.

If you happen to feel the same, you know where I’ll be.

Yours Truly,

Ominis

You stood from the couch so fast the room was spinning. By now, he must have assumed you weren’t going to show. How awful he must feel to think you didn’t care enough about his letter to even address it.

“Deek!” You called out, wildly looking around the room for him.

He had popped up out of nowhere, startling you. “Yes, Miss?”

Pressing the letter against your chest in shock while trying to collect yourself, you uttered, “Would you be so kind as to let the girls know I had to leave, but they are welcome to stay for as long as they’d like?”

“Of course, Miss. is everything all right?”

“Yes, for once, I’ve received a letter with good news, but I must meet with the sender right away.”

“Deek will make sure your friends are well taken care of in your absence.”

“Thank you!”

By the time you arrived at the entrance of the Undercroft, you were out of breath and only panicking worse. What if he had already given up? What if he was angry? What if your late arrival changed how he felt? You stomped down the stairs as quick as your thick boots would allow and ducked under the metal grate since it wasn’t rising fast enough.

Finding yourself inside the echoey room was like being doused in the icy waters of the sea. All the adrenaline that had been fueling your sprint over had dwindled, leaving only trepidation in its wake.

“Ominis?” You called out, hating how loud your voice seemed against the dead silence of the room. Nothing stirred. Nothing moved. You couldn’t even hear the faint sound of his breathing. You were alone.

“Ergh!” You let out through your teeth. How could you be so careless? Why couldn’t you have read the letter at any other point in the day? “Confringo!” You cast at a hanging candelabra. It swung violently from the momentum of your spell. The next victim was a tower of boxes. One by one exploding into bits, “Bombarda! Diffindo! Depulso!”

You turned on your heel, aiming at the desk in the corner that was rarely ever used for school-related revision. “Flipendo!” The contents crashed to the floor: a vase shattering, candles snapping in half, tomes scattering about. Still, the chaos didn’t feel like enough. You stormed over to the wreckage and kicked the now very sideways desk for good measure. Apparently, your steel-toe boots were a little worn down from all your adventures because you felt the impact jolt up even past your shin.

With absolutely no balance, you plummeted to the floor with a wince, grabbing at your foot in agony. “Mother of Merlin! So stupid!” You had fallen into the debris. Now that you were coming down from the rage, you frowned at the mess around you. Meekly, you uttered, “Reparo,” at the stack of boxes you’d destroyed.

Pushing yourself off the ground, you aimed at the desk next. In the blink of an eye, everything was in it’s rightful place. Even the tiny shard of glass in your palm had rejoined the vase.

You sat at the desk, exhausted from your meltdown. Your left hand landed on a folded piece of parchment. The only person who ever worked at this desk was Sebastian when he was reading something he wasn’t supposed to. Curious as to what kind of notes he was taking, you unfolded the paper to find the diligent penmanship from Ominis’s letter.

Y/N

We have to leave in a hurry. Anne is feeling too ill to walk, but Solomon is traveling in Egypt. He is meeting with old friends from the Ministry, Curse Breakers. Anne needs someone to look after her for a few days, and Sebastian didn’t want to go alone. He shouldn’t have to be alone, not at a time like this.

I hope this message finds you well.

Yours Truly,

Ominis

Oh, what a fool you had been. You looked up at the arching ceiling and let out a laugh of disbelief. While you were having a tissy fit about being late, Anne was suffering. Merlin, how idiotic you felt.

Ignorant, as Sebastian would so kindly say. And this time, he’d have been right.

If Solomon was away, you might have just the thing to lift the spirits in Feldcroft. All you needed was a quick trip to the Room of Requirement, and you could be on your way by curfew.

It was far too late to be knocking on someone’s door, but there you stood in the entryway in the dead of night. The air was bitter and unforgiving. The nights were always chilly this close to the sea, but this year's winter seemed to be never-ending. The moment you appeared at the floo station in the middle of town, you debated sending yourself right back to the warmth of your common room.

The front door swung open to reveal a familiar wand pointed at your face. Sebastian, looking rough from sleep, mustered up the deadliest glare he could and opened his mouth to spew out a threat. His scowl brightened to a brilliant smile, recognizing you were no foe.

“Well if it isn’t the subject of the hour herself!” He stepped aside, ushering you into the small home so he could shut out the harsh weather. “You had us thinking Ashwinders were looking for a fight.”

“Assuming they would knock,” Anne added as she sat up in her bed.

“Sorry to frighten you, and wake you. ., but with Solomon gone I thought these might be of use.” You pulled a bag of freshly picked shrivelfigs from your enchanted satchel. Ever since your first trip to Feldcroft, you had been growing them. The broken look on Sebastian’s face, when his uncle had ruined the one he had bought for Anne, was etched in your soul.

“Have I told you lately that I love you?” Sebastian mused as you handed him the fruit.

“I don’t think you’ve ever admitted you love me.”

“Hmm, very well. I’ll add it to my to-do list.”

“I look forward to it, Sallow.”

“Don’t hold your breath, Gaunt.”

“Hey now,” Anne chastised, “Did we not just discuss that at great length?

Sebastian rolled his eyes then turned to you, “I’m very sorry. Does the name make you uncomfortable?”

“No,” you admitted, braving a glance at Ominis who was sitting at the head of Sebastian’s bed. You nearly gasped at his appearance.

When Sebastian had answered the door, you didn’t take a second glance at his apparel. But seeing Ominis out of school robes was always a treat. Even those few times you had, he would still be sporting his uniform vest and button-down. Now he was wearing a long sleeve thermal that seemed too loose in every area it was meant to be tight for warmth. It was likely one of Solomon’s since the boys had to leave on the spot without having time to pack.

Ominis looked terribly endearing swimming in the giant shirt with blankets looking at his hips. His hair was still somehow in place despite the fact that they had clearly already been lying down before you came in. The space in the bed next to him was disheveled from Sebastian jumping out of bed to answer the door.

“Told you she likes him!” Anne proclaimed, talking with Sebastian as if you and Ominis weren’t in the room. Though, in her defense, with the way you were looking Ominis up and down, it may as well have been Anne and Sebastian that weren’t in the room.

“Then explain the cold shoulder!”

“She was probably busy being her usual self. You do remember her having ancient magic abilities to discover, don’t you?”

“That doesn’t explain not showing up to the Undercroft.” Sebastian refused to back down from the argument.

“But she’s here now, isn’t she?” Anne reached a hand out to you. “Come, Y/N. You can sleep with me. It’s late, and we should all be resting.”

Sebastian put his hands on his hips. “Don’t you think the married couple should-“

“Sebastian!” Ominis chastised. “Enough before I hex you. Get back to bed.”

You were timid to join Anne in the tiny bed. The old wood creaked in protest from your weight. She was quick to cover you in her warm blankets. Only then did you realize how badly you had been shivering from the cold. Anne’s head unabashedly laid on your shoulder as she hummed.

“This is lovely. Sebastian has refused to sleep in the same bed as me since we started school. We used to cuddle every night.”

Across the room, Sebastian seemed to groan in agony, “Anne, quit telling people that.”

Anne went on defiantly, “He used to be so sweet to me, but he drools in his sleep.”

You giggled. “Why am I not surprised? He drools a bit in his waking hours as well. Especially in Miss Garlick’s class.”

“Hmm, wonder why that is?”

From the boys’ side, a light slap rang out, followed by the sound of a wand clattering to the floor.

“Don’t hex them!” Ominis whispered.

“Just a silencing charm!” Sebastian said defensively.

The bed was empty when you woke up. Anne had not traveled far in their tiny abode. She was relaxing with tea at the dining table. Her plush armchair stood out between the other bare, wooden dining chairs. Ominis was awake and tending to the kettle. Sebastian was snoring. A dark spot had formed by his mouth on the pillow. You bit your cheek to prevent yourself from laughing.

Lovely blackmail material for later.

“Good morning,” Ominis said, holding out a steaming mug to you. His voice startled Anne who hadn’t even noticed you had woken up.

“Thank you.” From the smell alone, you could tell he put the perfect amount of sugar. You nearly melted into the cup yourself. What you would give to wake up every morning to Ominis. . . His hair had finally given in and fallen ever so slightly out of place due to not having its usual routine. He felt the wisps on his forehead and frowned, raising his hand to move them. You reached out, grabbing his wrist. “Leave it.”

He went from pink to red alarmingly fast. You sipped your tea and caught Anne’s watchful eye. She was smiling, despite her words, “I’m starting to pity Sebastian. He was right. This is disgusting to witness.”

Deciding it was your turn for a bit of fun, you teased, “Yes well, you and Sebastian might as well get used to it. Marriages do tend to last a while, the good ones, anyway.”

Adoring the opportunity to join in on the mischief, Anne added, “I guess so. Ominis is one of the good ones.”

“Precisely.”

Ominis had his own notes to go over on that very topic. He grabbed his coat from the hanger, shrugging it on as he asked, “Y/N, would you care to join me for a morning stroll? I thought we could pick something up from the vendor. He usually has bread ready by now, and this place is due for some more fresh food to go with those shrivelfigs. Maybe a few eggs for breakfast as well. .”

“I would love to.” You mimicked his movements to grab your coat, but he had picked it up first to hold it up for you. You couldn’t help but nervously glance at Anne who seemed very amused at the whole show behind her cup of tea.

Just one arm and then the other. It wasn’t so bad, that is, until after when he put his hands on both your shoulders and smoothed out the fabric. When you turned to face him, he held out an elbow for you to hold.

“Oh,” you murmured under your breath.

Timidly, you accepted his guide, but Ominis stayed frozen in the foyer for a second longer to ask, “I’m sorry, I’ve done it again, haven’t I? Is this arrangement all right with you?” He nodded toward where your hand was shamelessly finding its place on his arm.

“Yes, of course. You lead. I have no idea where we are going,” you assured him.

“It’s rare people ask me to lead them places,” Ominis was attempting a jovial tone, perhaps to put your budding nerves at ease.

It didn’t help much due to your mouth spewing words without a thought, “I’d follow you anywhere.”

Now it was Ominis muttering a soft, “Oh,” while mulling over the depth of your words.

Anne slurped her tea inappropriately loud, causing the two of you to jump. You offered her a sheepish smile, a silent apology for forgetting that you and Ominis were not alone.

“I want a niece or nephew named after me,” Anne proclaimed. “It’s the least you could do to make up for this.”

Throwing a look of annoyance Anne’s way, Ominis was quick to fire back, “I think Sebastian has that cover-“

“Consider it done!” You promised the girl.

Ominis quickly recovered from his shocked appearance to ask, “Do I not have a say in the naming of our child?”

“Take a moment to consider the benefits. If it’s named after her, she’ll be guilted into babysitting. Would you rather have Sebastian looking after our child while we’re away? We’d come back to a demon baby.“

“Bold of you to assume Anne is any more responsible than Sebastian. She caused quite a myriad of trouble in our early years, more so than Sebastian. Do not let her fool you. Sebastian has yet to beat her detention record. Try as he might.”

Then you were whisked away on a proper tour of Feldcroft. Sebastian had previously shown you around, but those landmarks were more about the places they had fought Goblins or where Anne had been cursed. Ominis was naming off what houses belonged to which neighbors and listing who grew what each season. He spoke as if this hamlet were his home, but you were well aware the Gaunts resided in Northern England.

Perhaps Feldcroft was more of a home to him than that place ever would be. That would make sense. Sebastian and Anne seemed more like family to him than the true family he spoke ill of. It was a fine place to call home. Quaint and quiet. There was more variety in the cities or even villages like Hogsmeade, but the hustle and bustle of those places got old. Visiting Feldcroft with Sebastian had always been a guilty pleasure. Pleasure because you craved simplicity after all your adventures, but guilty for feeling so at peace while Sebastian and Anne were struggling.

With the sun breaking through some of the clouds, today would be warmer than yesterday. By the afternoon, most of the snow would likely melt away. Days like that were usually colder than the weeks of snow that preceded them. The wetness seeped into clothes and chilled to the bone. With all the fields surrounding the hamlet, you hoped the ground would soak up the moisture quick. Either that or the four of you would be inside for the entire duration of your stay.

A while into the walk, Ominis finally took out his wand to lead the both of you toward a hay bale big enough to sit. A cart of chomping cabbages rolled by. You tried not to shiver, knowing very well how deadly those things could be. Assuming you were cold, Ominis trailed a hand down your arm to find your own placed in your lap. He encapsulated your hands in his and brought them to his lips, blowing hot air to heat them deliciously.

You had to mentally remind yourself to breathe, not wanting to get called out as you were in the library. His actions heated you up in more way than one. Your face felt overwhelmingly warm, as well as other regions of your body you weren’t quite ready to acknowledge just yet. But in truth, you greatly appreciated the notion to warm you. You hadn’t been able to find a scarf before running off to Feldcroft, probably due to your supply being mostly piled in Ominis’ dorm room.

“We should actually buy the bread and eggs for breakfast, but I must admit the point of this walk was to get you alone.” He still had your hands hostage, holding them near his chest. They stayed there a beat longer before he finally let you have your freedom, which used to be a sensation you craved before you grew used to Ominis’ affections.

“I’m sorry if coming here was not appropriate,” you spewed out. “I hadn’t read the letter in time, or else I would have met with you before.”

“After how foolishly I acted, I would have understood if you didn’t show at all. If my second letter made you worry about Anne, I’m terribly sorry. I did not mean for you to follow us here, but I am glad you did. Is that selfish of me?”

“If wanting me around is selfish, then I wish you would be selfish more often.”

“I’m selfish all the time.”

You took that as an invitation to move closer on the makeshift bench. Now with your hip and shoulder flush against his own, you were practically forced to entangle your overlapping arms. “Ominis, I should tell you. . This weekend I had not meant to ignore you.”

“It was well deserved and to be expected, only natural after how uneasy I made you feel. Just because you drew hearts around my name doesn’t mean you would want my. . . advances.” Ominis visibly cringed at his own terminology.

“I do,” you blurted. Merlin, with all the marriage references, you may as well get out your wand and make an Unbreakable Vow at this point.

Ominis tilted his head. “What?”

“Sorry, I meant to say that it’s okay. You were right in assuming I wanted. . that.”

The heavy feeling in the boy’s chest seemed to lighten. He sighed in relief. “Oh, I felt horrible thinking I had made you uncomfortable in any sort of way.”

“Nervous, but not uncomfortable.”

He lifted his wand to let the red light take in the quiet hamlet. You stiffened, suddenly becoming hyper-aware of your surroundings. Loyalists and Ashwinders were still a heavy threat, especially in Feldcroft. For a moment you had let your guard down, and now you felt terrible for not keeping watch.

Oddly, not a soul was in sight. Even the livestock that often wandered about was either off in the snowy fields or no doubt huddled up in a barn somewhere. The morning was young, you could tell from how loud the birds were chirping. Most residents were still hunkered down in their homes except for a dedicated merchant setting up their cart near the well in the center of town. They weren’t quite near enough for Ominis to pick up their sound, though, his hearing could be even better than you already assumed.

You tucked yourself close to his side to whisper, “Did you hear something?”

He shook his head no, lowering his wand. “I only wanted to make sure we were alone.” The tip of his nose had gone pink from the cold. His cheeks were rosy, too, from being out in the morning breeze.

“It’s just us,” you reassured softly. “There’s a merchant setting up in the center of town, but they-“ A hand obstructed your view. Ominis was tentatively reaching out. The light brush of his index finger against your jaw is what cut off your train of thought. The others landed on your pulse, his thumb finding your chin. It glided up, moving across your lips that were still slightly parted from the words that got left behind.

“Don’t move,” he didn’t really need to tell you. The shock of it all was enough to turn you into a statue.

Then he was leaning in. His movements were slow but deliberate. His thumb left your lips only to be replaced by his mouth ghosting over yours. That’s where he stopped. You thought he was second-guessing himself, but then you could ever so slightly feel him break into a smile.

“I didn’t mean for you to stop breathing,” he teased. “Take a breath.”

You did, a pathetically weak one that is. But as soon as you took in air, Ominis closed the distance. His lips, though soft and gentle, weren’t hesitant in any way. He still held the side of your face, guiding you to him.

Your eyes had closed on instinct, so you had become lost in the sensation of him against you. His hand was the only thing grounding you until you reached for his jacket and tugged him closer. Only then did he take advantage of your parted lips to deepen the kiss. He let his other hand explore the side of your body, finding your hip and then running up and down the side of your thigh. You couldn’t help but shudder at the sensation.

Then, all too quickly, his lips were pulling away. You followed, chasing his movements, needing more. The hand cradling your jaw held you in place, letting him put his forehead to yours and chuckle.

“You want more, but you stopped moving.”

Had you stopped? You didn’t mean to. “You distracted me.”

He hummed in approval and squeezed your thigh just above your knee. The sound of your breath hitching was all the confirmation he needed. “You really like that, don’t you?”

Your grip on his jacket was se desperate that your hands were starting to ache. “Ominis, please. .”

“Do you even know what you are asking for, my dear? I think I should take you on a proper date before doing any of that. And perhaps, not in the center of town. .”

You immediately tucked your face in the crook of his neck, far too embarrassed to face the world after that. “I’m sorry.” Your breath on his neck made him go stiff. A mischievous thought crossed your mind, and you were acting on it before you could talk yourself out of it. You brought your lips to his neck, just below his jaw. His hand instinctively tightened around your thigh as he let out a gentle gasp.

“Oh,” was all he could say, now deeply understanding the intensity you felt whenever he would touch you. At first, you peppered kisses along his skin, but when you came across his pulse your self-restraint floated away. Feeling how quick it gave you the confidence to open your mouth wider, sucking his pale skin until it went red and warm. Trickles of electricity ran down his spine. He wanted to chastise you for being so lude in public, but he couldn’t form words. His body felt limp, completely compliant to whatever you chose to do. Then his own tongue betrayed him, “Right there.”

Eager to please, you focused all your attention on that spot. Your fingers tangled in the hair at the base of his neck and tugged slightly so that he’d grant you better access. Ominis didn’t give any resistance to your demand.

It was thrilling to know you could make him experience all the things he made you feel. You pushed his limits further by grazing your teeth against him. His hand shot up your thigh to your hip, the other landing on your other side. He pulled on you as if he wanted you closer, but any closer you’d be in his lap. Although that idea was beyond tempting, the sound of someone’s front door creaking open made you pull away from his neck.

The loss of contact made him frown. He quickly cupped your cheeks to pull you in for another kiss, but you put a hand against his chest, holding him at bay with a giggle.

“Later,” you promised, “-when we’re alone again.”

Ominis tilted his head in confusion. His eyes went wide when he heard the soft chatter of a neighboring couple exiting their home behind him. Quickly, he let you go and cleared his throat. “I’m sorry. I- I didn’t hear them come out.”

You left a brisk kiss on the little cluster of moles decorating his cheekbone before standing and tugging him along. “Come on. We still need to buy breakfast.”

By the time you made it back to the Sallow home, Sebastian was moaning about how starved he was. His eyes lit up when the door opened. Anne had told him the two of you had gone to collect bread and eggs. His excitement morphed into terror at the sight of his best friend in such disarray. In all the years he’s known Ominis, Sebastian had never seen his hair so wild.

“Are you okay? Were you attacked?” He squared Ominis’s shoulders and frowned at the red marks littering his neck. Anne giggling behind him made Sebastian piece together what he was seeing. His face twisted up in a look of disgust. “Oh, are you serious? In the middle of town?! Do I need to start escorting you two everywhere?”

“That’s hardly necessary,” you insisted at the same time Ominis admitted, “I don’t think that would stop her.”

“Give me that,” Sebastian growled as he took the basket of food from you. “Unbelievable, both of you. Go sit while I cook.”

“Let’s listen to Sebastian,” Ominis whispered with a smirk forming. Curious as to what he was planning, you let him guide you to the dining table. You’d expected him to pull out a chair for you, but he sat down first and then pulled you closer, patting his thigh. “Come on, he said to sit.”

Your heart was jumping haphazardly in your chest. You sat with your back pressed to his chest. His arms wasted no time snaking around your middle and pulling you close.

“Deplorable,” Sebastian muttered.

“No, it’s sweet. Quit acting like you’re so modest, and make my eggs,” Anne demanded. “I want my yolk runny.”

Sebastian sighed heavily, giving in, but only because his twin had ridiculed him. “Fine. And how would you like your eggs, Mr. and Mrs. Gaunt?”

“Whatever is easiest,” you offered.

“Preferably not poisoned,” Ominis suggested.

Y/N,

Feldcroft has been absolute mayhem while you've been away. I know this work trip is necessary, but I've never been shy to admit how selfish I am when it comes to you. If you are able to sneak away a few days early, let's not tell a soul. You can hide away in the house, and I could have you to myself just until others are expecting your return.

Speaking of others, I must warn you that your primroses have been trampled by Sebastian's son. I assume I don't even have to name which one was the culprit, but he has promised to help you replant them on your return. Sebastian would have done it with him, but somehow our dear friend managed to learn absolutely nothing during seven years of Herbology despite having such a watchful eye on our professor during classes. Perhaps you can bestow a bit of gardening knowledge on all his children that way they have hobbies that don't involve destroying our home when they visit.

Until then, I will miss the smell of the flowers almost as much as I miss you.

Your Husband,

Ominis

p.s. Please do consider my request that you return early. If not for me, then for the well-being of our home.

[shadowtriovibes]

before the origin of love

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 2.7K

Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Minor Character Death, Blood, Major Hogwarts Legacy Spoilers, Canon Divergence, Ancient Magic Theory

Summary: request [paraphrased]: "You know the part during the game when MC visits Ollivander's alone and Rookwood Apparates her away? Can I request an angsty version of this where Sebastian is with f!MC? Rookwood is angry they killed all his men and casts Imperio on Sebastian to force him to attack her. Even though she’s expecting to die by Sebastian’s hand, he eventually fights the curse off because love is more powerful than dark magic."

a.k.a. y'all thought lily potter was the only one with ancient love magic? think again!!!

“Show your face, Rookwood!” you shout into the darkness. “Come out and fight me!” “My dear, why should I fight you?” Rookwood laughs from high above you, still unseen. “This is child’s play, after all…” You feel like time stops as you see a bright green curse rocket through the air toward Sebastian, who is powerless to do anything to stop it. The curse hits him in the chest with such force that he’s knocked backward, his head tipping forward as he lets out a sickening groan. But instead of watching your friend die while you stood by helplessly, you watch in abject horror as he tilts his head up and locks eyes with you – smoky-green, soulless eyes.

The moment you and Sebastian step outside Ollivander’s shop, you realize that the typically bustling streets of Hogsmeade are disquietingly empty. It’s nearly sundown now, and instead of seeing a friendly mix of witches and wizards doing their holiday shopping or stocking up on supplies for the winter months, you find yourselves all alone.

“Take out your wand,” you murmur to Sebastian. “Something’s not right.”

Wordlessly Sebastian draws his wand and takes a step closer to you, warily glancing up and down the empty streets.

Then in the blink of an eye, a well-dressed figure Apparates into view just across the way – Victor Rookwood, you realize, complete with that infuriating hat of his.

“Rookwood,” Sebastian boldly calls out. “So we meet again. Didn’t you get enough of a telling-off last time?”

You silently aim your wand at him, daring him to take one step closer.

“Well, well… looks like your friend Sirona isn’t here to stick up for you little menaces this time,” Rookwood says with a sneer. “I’m afraid you two are on your own. In fact, I’ve ensured that we have a moment to ourselves.”

Sebastian quickly lifts his wand and aims it squarely at the man’s face. “What do you want, Rookwood?”

“Oh, come, come, no need for such theatrics,” the man drawls, slowly creeping closer to you both. “In light of what Ranrok now knows, you must agree that our interests are aligned.”

Sparks crackle at the tip of your wand as you lift it toward Rookwood.

“Our interests will never be aligned,” you murmur.

Rookwood glances significantly at Sebastian before he challenges you.

“My dear, you would let goblins take what is rightfully ours? The final repository belongs to wizardkind. We would be fools not to work together.”

Beside you, you observe the slightest falter in Sebastian’s aim. You should have known that someone like Rookwood would immediately be able to pinpoint and exploit his biggest weakness – his resentment toward goblinkind, his uncompromising belief that only they carry the blame for his sister’s curse.

You imagine him thinking, Could he be right? Are we fools to allow Ranrok’s goblins to continue ransacking Isadora’s Repositories? Could we instead be using them to cure Anne?

But before Sebastian says a word, Rookwood’s eyes land on the long, thin box in your hands.

“What’s that you’ve got there?” he demands.

Quickly, you slip the box safely inside your robes. You shake your head only slightly, but Rookwood easily detects its significance.

Rookwood continues, “Might this sudden visit to the wandmaker have something to do with our… mutual pursuit?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you say softly.

Suddenly, you see Rookwood’s countenance shift as his true motives become clear.

“That repository is my birthright!” he shouts, stepping toward you with a hand outstretched.

Instantly Sebastian steps in front of you and points his wand at Rookwood once more. “I know one thing for certain, and that’s that Charles Rookwood wouldn’t have wanted you anywhere near it!”

Rookwood laughs darkly as he takes a step back.

“The arrogance,” he murmurs, gaze fixed on Sebastian’s determined expression. “I should have known better than to try to reason with a Sallow, after all – you’re no better than your sister, you simpering fool.”

In a frighteningly low voice, Sebastian asks, “What would you know about my sister?”

“Nothing, of course,” Rookwood sneers. “I only meant that I’ve always thought that children should be seen and not heard.”

You inhale sharply, absently lowering your wand as you process Rookwood’s words – the very same that Sebastian had told you were the last words Anne had heard before she was hit with her curse.

Sebastian understands the implication a split second before you do, and you can see bolts of green light shooting down the length of his wand before you even understand what he’s doing.

“Avada–”

Before he can finish his spell, you feel a hand on your shoulder and suddenly you’re hurtling through time and space as you’re forcibly Apparated away from Hogsmeade, landing in a crumpled heap in the snowy grass. You’re smack in the middle of a desolate bandit camp somewhere in the Highlands.

Beside you, Sebastian is catching his breath while his hands tremble with rage.

“Where did he go?” Sebastian demands. “Where did the bloody coward go?!”

“Careful, Sallow,” Rookwood’s voice calls out from the darkness. “Wouldn’t want to get yourself into a bind!”

Sebastian suddenly shouts as thick lengths of rope appear out of thin air and wrap themselves around his body, forcing him to his knees.

“Sebastian!” you yell. “Finite!”

Your spell deflects right off the enchanted ropes, and Sebastian grits his teeth.

“I’m okay,” he insists. “It’ll be alright, just – just get him, you can do this.”

Desperate, you find yourself alone while Sebastian struggles against his ropes. You’re keenly aware of the dozen or so fully-grown wizards Apparting into the camp with their wands drawn. You’ll have to take on every single one of them by yourself, you realize, with nothing but your own wand and the ancient magic coursing through your veins to defend yourself.

It feels endless. Simply deflecting their spells takes nearly all of your focus, even if you try to spare some for Sebastian while he struggles uselessly against his bindings. You toss curse after curse at Rookwood’s men and eventually you’re forced to start tossing actual barrels and crates at them as well, until finally you pare down the lot of them to the last executioner with his wand trained squarely at your heart.

“Bomarba!” you holler, and across the field, the burly executioner goes flying into a pile of rubble and melts away into smoke, the last to abandon his mission and surrender.

“Show your face, Rookwood!” you shout into the darkness. “Come out and fight me!”

“My dear, why should I fight you?” Rookwood laughs from high above you, still unseen. “This is child’s play, after all…”

You feel like time stops as you see a bright green curse rocket through the air toward Sebastian, who is powerless to do anything to stop it. The curse hits him in the chest with such force that he’s knocked backward, his head tipping forward as he lets out a sickening groan. But instead of watching your friend die while you stood by helplessly, you watch in abject horror as he tilts his head up and locks eyes with you – smoky-green, soulless eyes.

Imperio.

 “So go on, then,” Rockwood demands. “Play!”

The ropes that had bound Sebastian’s arms to his side quickly fall away, and before you can even react he lifts his wand and rounds on you.

“Confringo!” he shouts, and a blaze of fire soars just past your ear.

“Sebastian,” you call out. “Can you hear me? Don’t do this, please!”

You know it’s fruitless. Sebastian himself had taught you that the Imperius curse cannot be fought off, even by the most powerful wizards who have ever been trained to resist its impenetrable influence. Despite his dueling skills and his broad knowledge of the Dark Arts, you have to assume that Sebastian doesn’t stand a chance against Rookwood’s voice in his ear.

“Levioso!” you counter, hoping to merely hold him off long enough to get to Rookwood and force him to free Sebastian.

But to your chagrin, the Sebastian you’ve known and loved since your first days at Hogwarts is indeed one of the most disciplined and talented duelers you’ve ever fought, and even though he doesn’t want to, he’ll surely give you a run for your money.

“Diffindo!” he growls, and the edge of his curse just barely nicks the side of your calf. You cry out in pain and collapse to the ground as you press a hand to the bleeding wound.

“Want me to release your little friend?” Rookwood calls out. “It’s simple, darling. Join me against Ranrok and I’ll let him live!”

You know deep down that you can’t ally yourself with Rookwood. Despite Sebastian’s initial hesitance, you have to imagine that if he were able to understand your position, he’d do the very same thing that you’re about to do.

It wasn’t the goblins after all, it was him, you can hear him say. We can never join him, not after what he did to Anne. There’s only one way out of this.

Merlin, you think. This is it.

Without your ability to wield ancient magic or the wand made of the Pensieve artifacts, Ranrok may never gain access to the final repository, you convince yourself – especially if he splinters from Rookwood. Sebastian can give the wand to Fig after you’re gone, he can hide it somewhere Ranrok will never find it…

It could all work out, you reckon, if you die.

“Never!” you call out to Rookwood. “I’ll never join you!”

“Then you’ve made your choice,” Rookwood’s voice echoes back. “I’ll let the Sallow boy show you what happens to anyone who says no to me.”

Rockwood’s twisted laughter rings out all around you as Sebastian’s opalescent eyes look you up and down. He lifts his wand and aims it at your heart, and you close your eyes with your own wand at your side.

“Avada Kedavra!”

…

…You’re still breathing.

How are you still breathing?

When you open your eyes, Sebastian is standing before you looking entirely drained, his eyelids drooping as he sways from pure exhaustion. However, just before he collapses you catch a glimpse of his eyes – his usual warm brown ones, the same magnificent eyes you’ll never tire of seeing after all this.

“Sebastian!” you shout, running over to support him as he tumbles to the ground. “Wh-what just happened?”

“Did I get him?” he asks in a whisper. “Rookwood?”

Stunned, you cast Lumos and peer across the empty field until you notice a figure lying in the snow far at the other end – Rockwood, you assume. He isn’t moving, and his legs are bent in a sick, absurd way as if he’d fallen from the watchtower that he now lays below.

“Yes,” you breathe. “You did, b-but… Sebastian, how did you–”

“I don’t know,” he sighs. He’s clinging to your arm as you help him to sit up and rest his head between his knees. “I have no idea, I just… I couldn’t do it.”

“He wanted you to kill me,” you surmise.

“I wouldn’t,” he says hollowly. “It… felt like my head was being split open right down the middle, with one half of me forcing my body to move and aim my wand and the other half knowing that I’d rather die than use that curse on you.”

“Oh, Seb,” you whisper.

You’re both quiet for several long moments while Sebastian takes deep breaths, his face still hidden between his knees. You slowly rub his back through his cloak and wait for him to sit up. He looks haunted when he finally does – even more so than he usually looks.

“I hurt you,” he mumbles. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“I know, love,” you say softly, the pet name slipping out so easily that you barely even register at first. “I’m okay, it’s just a cut. Some Wiggenweld will fix me right up when we get back to the castle.”

“Can I?” he asks hesitantly, and you reluctantly let him pull your cloak to the slide so he can see the gash on your calf.

It isn’t deep, and it isn’t even bleeding anymore, but the ripped trouser leg and drying blood stains make Sebastian curse under his breath nonetheless.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” he whispers. “Why did I do that?”

“You have no choice,” you remind him desperately. “No witch or wizard has ever fought off the Imperius curse like that before, Sebastian, and you spared me my life. I don’t care about a bloody cut when I should be dead.”

“Never,” he chants mindlessly. “Never, I wouldn’t.”

That’s when a thought occurs to you.

“Sebastian…” you say softly. “It’s possible that there are… other types of ancient magic in addition to mine.”

He frowns. “What are you saying?”

“Maybe there’s something… something primeval, something elemental to our magic that you accessed,” you wonder aloud. “Professor Fig told me that his wife Miriam had spent years studying ancient magic, and it can’t only be that which I have the power to wield. Perhaps you were able to defy Rookwood’s will because you – you connected with a magic that’s more powerful than even an Unforgivable.”

“More powerful than that kind of darkness?” he asks softly. “...That type of magic exists?”

“Of course, it must,” you say simply. “Darkness can’t be more powerful than light, can it?”

He considers your supposition as if it’s the first time the thought has ever occurred to him.

“So… so what, the power of ‘friendship,’ something like that?” he asks, a corner of his mouth quirking up into the first thing resembling a smile that he’s shown since you entered Hogsmeade hours ago.

“Something like that,” you tease him. “Maybe the power of ‘love.’”

You’d meant it entirely in a platonic way, but as soon as the words are out of your mouth, Sebastian goes red and ducks his face.

“That’s – that’s ridiculous,” he mumbles. “I mean, love, that’s… Who said anything about love?”

You’re quiet while you watch Sebastian try and fail to gather his thoughts. He’s flailing, and all of a sudden you realize something clear as day that you can’t quite believe you never recognized before.

“Sebastian,” you murmur. “...Do you suppose you broke through an Imperius curse because you’re in love with me?”

“Wh-what?!” he laughs.

“Because if you did, that would be probably the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard, in all the books I’ve ever read,” you continue. “And if that were the case, I would have to tell you that I’m madly in love with you, too.”

Sebastian is stunned into silence.

“You love me?” he eventually whispers.

“I do,” you tell him. “And… and I never really thought about it before, because it doesn’t really feel all that different from being friends with you, except – except I would have let you kill me rather than kill you, even though I know what’s at stake.”

“I still think you should’ve,” Sebastian jokes quietly. “You’re much more important than I am.”

“Regardless, we couldn’t have let Rookwood find out about the last Repository, and I would have taken the Killing Curse to stop him,” you sigh. “I trusted you would have taken the Pensieve wand back to Fig.”

“I would’ve turned my wand on myself first,” Sebastian says plainly. “Without a second thought.”

Merlin, you can’t believe he actually says things like that.

Rather than continuing to dwell on what could have been, you offer him a hand up and support him by the elbow while he shakily makes his way to his feet. He still looks pale and rattled, but he’s able to start to walk toward the exit of the crumbling ruins – still clinging to your hand.

“Come on,” you murmur. “When we get back to the castle you can rest.”

“What about the Repository?” he asks weakly.

“Let me and Fig worry about that,” you murmur. “You’ve already done more than enough for me today, love. You need to recover.”

“M’not even hurt,” he protests, but he sounds utterly depleted.

“Hush,” you whisper. “Just keep holding onto me, alright?”

It’s not easy getting Sebastian back to the castle; he keeps pitching to the side on the back of your broom as he fights to stay conscious, but you manage to keep him from falling off. Despite his protests, you take him straight to Nurse Blainey so he can get some proper rest (and so someone will be forced to keep an eye on him for you).

“Be safe,” he murmurs while you squeeze his hand in his infirmary bed. “Please.”

“I promise, Seb,” you tell him, leaning down to press a quick kiss to his cheek. “Just be here waiting for me when I get back.”

“You’ve made sure of that,” he grumbles, but he offers you an encouraging smile before you leave for the Map Room one final time.

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i’d love it if you could write one where the reader is crucio’d by rookwood while fighting him with sebastian after she refuses to tell him where the ancient magic depositary is. it’s 100x worse than the scriptorium and rookwood is about to use it on her again when sebastian, blinded by rage, uses the killing curse on him. reader is still in severe pain and passes out. sebastian takes her to the hospital wing and won’t leave her side, he blames himself because he thinks it was so bad because it was her second time experiencing the curse. they comfort each other when she wakes up. bonus points if she also tells him rookwood was the one who cursed his sister so he knows he avenged them both

Hi anon!

Ahhhh my first ever fic request, and I am more than happy to oblige. This is SUCH a good headcannon idea and let's face it, what should've happened in the game.

Thank you for sending in your request, I hope you love it and it was along the lines of what you were thinking.

Don't be shy if you want to request something, I'm happy to write away.

Always Safe With You

Sebastian Sallow x f!Reader

Anon request summary: Can you write a fic where the reader is getting tortured by the Cruciatus Curse by Rookwood, and Sebastian snaps and puts an end to it.

Warnings: Spoilers for Hogwarts Legacy. Other than that, some mild violence and swearing. Mostly just Seb fluff.

Words: 2.8k

“Foolish girl.” Rookwood’s snarling voice thundered through the air, his mouth curling in a devilish grin as he threw yet another curse your way.

You and Sebastian were surrounded, dark wizards at your every turn at the hand of Victor Rookwood. You’d just failed to tell him where the ancient magic depositary was, and as a result of him disliking your cocky answer, he’d flung you across the castle ruins like nothing more than a ragdoll. Wincing, you clutched at your side feeling a sharp pain splinter across your rib, as you attempted to regain your stance and fight again once more.

“Y/N!” Sebastian yelled, blocking a blast of scarlet light with Protego. You couldn’t answer him, but your gaze met his briefly in a silent ‘I’m okay.’

Stumbling to your feet, your wand clutched firmly in your right hand with a grip that turned your knuckles white, you faced Rookwood head on. The devilish smile still hadn’t faded from his expression, yet you kept your own calm as you strode back over towards him, screaming ‘Bombarda!”. A jet of opal light burst from the tip of your wand and lunged at Rookwood, but he dodged the spell with such ease it incensed you. 

“I won’t ask you again child, tell me where the repository is.” He snarled, his voice raised to be heard above the sounds of battle rattling around you. You opened your mouth to speak again, not to respond but to hurl another jinx his way, when all of a sudden, you felt your feet rise off the ground. A tight, unbearable pressure clasped around your throat, the air leaving your lungs almost as if they’d been punctured.

Rookwood grinned menacingly, raising his wand higher to further lift you in the air, controlling you as if you were some puppet. You desperately tried to wriggle, to be set free from these awful constraints but the more you tried to move, the tighter the grasp seemed to become on your throat. It felt as if you were being consumed in a pit of invisible Devil’s Snare.

“Tell me!” Rookwood shrieked, your face turning almost blue from lack of oxygen when you felt that immense pressure ease off, only a tiny bit, allowing you to breathe. You gasped for air urgently, coughing and spluttering but your arms were still snapped to your sides in a rigid, magical bind. 

“Go… fuck yourself.” You breathed, recovering from your coughing fit but still panting. Rookwood's weary expression turned into nothing short of blind rage, he growled as he relinquished the magical binds with a violent flick of his wand, slamming your body to the ground and knocking out every ounce of strength you had left in you. Sebastian was screaming out for you, you could hear him somewhere amongst the carnage. You couldn’t call back out to him.

“You’ve had your chance, I always said children should be seen and not heard.” Rookwood muttered, twirling his wand between his thumbs casually before pointing it at you and yelling, “Crucio!”

A spark like electricity surged out of Rookwood’s wand, hitting you dead on and then all you knew was that pain. Deep, agonising, pain. As if every single nerve ending in your body was being set on fire twice over. Your vision evaded you, you saw only white as your screams rendered your throat hoarse. Excruciating sharp pains attacked your every living cell, everywhere from your toes to your fingertips had you screaming out in agony. 

“No!” A faint voice yelled from the distance, but the outside world seemed blurry, irrelevant at this moment in time. Nothing existed past the deep surge of pain. You’d experienced the Cruciatus curse before, and it was very unfortunately inflicted upon you by someone you loved deeply. This however, was different. The pain was similar, but it wasn’t in the same region. It was as if you could feel the hatred being bestowed upon you, feel every single hateful ounce in Rookwood’s body was being poured into your very soul as you writhed on the ground being endlessly tortured. You thought it would never stop, your mouth screamed words you didn’t even recognise. Pleas for it stop perhaps? Or were you calling out for someone? You had no idea. Until… it did. It stopped. Just like that, all the pain, the agony, gone. As if it was as simple as pushing a button. Your vision faded back into focus, and you blinked rapidly through spilled tears you weren’t even aware of, as your eyes fixed on your attacker. 

“Shall we try that again?” Rookwood barked, pacing in front of your limp body. You lay rigid on the ground, your body still in complete shock rendering you weak and useless. Clutching your side, you simply laughed humourlessly at Rookwood’s words, his rage at your silence the only positive you were taking from this situation.

“Go… fuck… yours-” You breathed once again, but you were cut short as the man cast the Cruciatus curse on you once again. Your body bent and folded backwards in a rigid contortion, your eyes screwed shut as the pain engulfed you once more. The screams that left your mouth were enough to send chills down any decent wizard’s spine. The noises were utterly torturous to Sebastian’s ears. He desperately wanted to get to you. Needed to get to you. He cast a huge blast that sent two enemies soaring off their feet, and didn’t waste a second of his breathing space to scramble over to you. Sebastian yelled your name in horror, pleading you’d hear him as if somehow that would make it all go away. Make it all stop. And then he heard it, your blood-curdling screams of his name, as you called out to him in complete agony, desperate for help.

His eyes fixed on your quivering and writhing frame, and for a moment, he was rooted to the spot. All he could do was stand there and watch helplessly, as unwelcome memories flooded into his mind like an assault. He’d done this to you once. Caused that exact pain, that exact suffering he was seeing in front of him now.. He didn’t know why it had only sunk in now, after all, he’d seen what he’d done to you before. Or at least, he thought he had. This seemed like a whole new experience, witnessing the attack as an on-looker made it appear all the more brutal. This is what he’d done to you. The thought was almost unbearable to think about, and panic rose up his throat and throughout his body in a wave of heat leaving him shaking and desperate. 

Sebastian's glare suddenly flitted to Rookwood, who’s wand was pointed firmly at you, his face contorted in one of rage and concentration. Your agonising screams thundered in Sebastian’s ears, and it all happened very quickly after that. He raised his wand without a second thought, pointed it at Rookwood and yelled “Avada Kedavra!”.

A burst of green sparks lunged towards Rookwood from Sebastian's wand, flying across the castle ruins like a bolt and engulfing the target. Another flash of green, and in a split second, Rookwood’s lifeless body slumped to the ground with a hard thud. But it had stopped. Your screams had stopped. The pain had stopped. He’d done it.

An outpouring of rage and yelling emerged from the remaining enemies, and Sebastian was quickly snapped out of his initial shock by having to defend himself from the flurry of oncoming attacks. Curse after curse was being flung his way, and he dodged them all with deceptive ease and he tried to make his way towards you lying motionless on the ground. As he did, a particularly tall dark wizard set his eyes on you. You were still writhing on the floor, unable to open your eyes fully as your body was too winded from enduring a second violent attack. In a split second, Sebastian followed the wizards gaze as he rose his wand and began to recite the killing curse at you. Not at you. Never you. Sebastian didn’t hesitate, his knee-jerk reaction was to cast ‘Imperio!’, rendering the dark wizard completely under his control. The enemy stopped dead in his tracks, a bright green glow emanating from his lifeless eyes. 

“Kill them all.”

Sebastian’s echoing, whispery voice floated in the wizards head, a soft but tantalizing command, one he was unable to resist. The enemy immediately followed orders, and spun around on his heel casting the killing curse at everything that moved. Sebastian was at your side in an instant, cradling your head from the ground and helping you to your feet.

-

You awoke the next day to the faint smell of pumpkin juice and something you couldn’t quite place, all you knew is that it was foul. Your face grimaced as the smell grew stronger.

“Oh, well what do you expect?” The shrill voice of Madame Blainey cut through the morning peace.

You blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to your surroundings as you wrinkled your nose trying to rid your nostrils of the putrid odour.

“You do make a fuss, it’s horklump and bubotuber ointment, will heal that nasty cut on your arm there.” Madame Blainey informed. Glancing down, you saw one arm was in a loose, fabric sling, and the other was being treated in the hands of the matron, her dabbing some of the foul smelling ointment onto a particularly large and deep wound, which was seemingly disappearing as she applied the medicine.

“There, you see. Miracle worker this stuff. Let me know if you need anything else.”

Madame Blainey strode around your hospital bed and disappeared behind the white curtain, revealing a solemn faced, chestnut haired boy sitting to the left of you. 

“Sebastian!” You breathed in complete relief, happy to see a familiar face. “How long was I asleep?”

“A good twelve hours.” Sebastian croaked, his eyes curved in a way that made his entire face look desperately sad. Merlin, what you wouldn’t give to just reach out and give him a huge hug.

“How’re you feeling?” You asked, a response to his concerning expression. No way was he letting you get away with that. You’d just been brutally tortured and near enough almost killed right in front of him, and you were asking him how he felt?

“You don’t need to concern yourself about me, Y/N. Not one bit. How are you?”

You sighed, and nodded saying that you were okay and feeling better, your eyes searching his face for more clues on what was going on in the boy’s head. It was almost as if he sensed you were trying to read his thoughts, and he couldn’t keep himself together any longer.

Sebastian crumpled in front of you. The cracks in the persona he had been putting up for so long now was finally giving way, the wall coming tumbling down around you both. A stream of tears coated his cheeks, and he shoved his face in his hands as his shoulders heaved up and down from his gentle cries.

“Sebastian?! What’s wrong? What on earth’s the matter?” You asked, propping yourself up in bed on your elbows. You winced as you did so, suddenly very aware that you had ribs and oh yes, they were hurting. 

The boy didn’t respond, still wallowing in his own sobs and this prompted you to reach a hand out towards him in an act of comfort. As soon as you made contact, he lifted his head from his hands and pushed you away gently.

“No, you need to be resting don’t be leaning like that, please.” He eyes were red and swollen, soaked from tears. You had never seen Sebastian cry before now, and it hurt your heart.

“Sebastian, talk to me. It’s all okay now. I’m fine, Rookwood is gone. You… you did the right thing.”

“It’s not that,” Sebastian said after a moment, his sobs coming to a stop which only left the occasional sniff and wipe of his eye with the back of his hand. You allowed the silence that followed for a moment, anticipating him to say more.

“It’s… well Merlin. It was unbearable. Hearing you like that, Y/N. Your screams they were just…” Sebastian trailed off, swallowing thickly before continuing almost through gritted teeth. You reached out your hand and ordered him to take it, he did so and you gave his palm a tight squeeze.

“And I just thought, I did that to you.”

“What? Sebastian I’m not-” You gasped.

“No, I did that to you, Y/N. I’ve used that spell on you before. I’ve inflicted that level of… pain on you before. I couldn’t bare it. Something came over me, I just snapped. I know it was wrong, but he - Rookwood - had to be stopped.” Sebastian hissed Victor Rookwood’s name through clenched teeth, seeming that it took him a lot of physical effort to utter such a vile excuse for a wizard’s name out loud. A silence fell over the two of you for a moment, and all you could do was stare at Sebastian as you processed his words.

“I don’t blame you Sebastian, for any of it.” You broke the silence first, in a whisper, still gripping onto the boy’s freckled hand.

“You should, Y/N.” Sebastian uttered through a shaky exhale. “I’m not… good. I’m not a good person. You deserve so much better, and in all honesty I’m…” He paused and averted his gaze from yours, fixing his stare at the floor as he tried to fight back a sob again.

“I’m… scared. Scared of what’s happening to me. Scared of what I might do to you.”

Horror engulfed your expression as you stared at your best friend. Your best friend since your first day in this castle you now called home. Your best friend, who when you brushed hands with your breath hitched in your throat and you swore the room got a few degrees warmer. Your best friend, who you loved as more than a best friend. He was your everything. You shuffled forward, and swung your legs out of bed so you were now sitting facing him, ignoring his protests as you did so. You cupped his face in your hands.

“Sebastian look at me,” You waited until he made eye contact with you, his deep brown eyes on yours. “I don’t believe for one second, you could ever hurt me.”

He began to mutter small protests, and you shut him up in an instant.

“No, listen. I feel the safest, when I’m with you. If you hadn’t have done what you did, I don’t know if I’d be laying in this hospital bed right now, here with you.” You spoke truthfully. You didn’t. If Rookwood had’ve been allowed to carry on, Merlin knows how far he would’ve taken it. Images flash across your mind of his rageful expression, his eyes filled purely with hate. It was then it hit you, hit you so hard it caused you to lean back on your bed and release your hold on Sebastian. You gazed off to the side for a second, your mind racing and a string of words echoing around your head like a prayer.

“Children should be seen, not heard.” 

You couldn’t help the gasp that escaped your lips as the realisation dawned on you.  

“What? What is it?” Sebastian was giving you a puzzled look.

“Sebastian… I think I know who cursed Anne.” You breathed, meeting his eye once more, his face filled with even further confusion.

“I’m not following.” 

You explained what Rookwood had said to you just before the initial Crucio blast, Sebastian’s mouth fell slightly agape.

“You mean to say, it was Rookwood that cursed my sister all those months ago?” 

You nodded, your lips pressed together in a hard line but your eyes filled with sympathy as you watched your best friend piece together the puzzle. There was a lingering pause between the two of you, until Sebastian spoke.

“That means… that means I avenged you both.” 

“It does indeed.” You agreed, quietly. Sebastian took a deep inhale, seemingly still deep in thought as he slumped back on his chair, his eyes still puffy and red from sobbing mere moments ago.

“It doesn’t make me feel much better but…” 

“It makes you feel a little better?” You finished his sentence, with a warm, slight smile tugging at your lips.

“Yeah, a little better.” Sebastian nodded, matching your smile as a wave of relief washed over him. He reached forward and grabbed your hand so your fingers were interlocking once again, and pressed his forehead against yours.

“Merlin, I am never letting you out of my sight again.”

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[bohobooks]

I have another request, if your comfortable with Could this knew be Sebastian Sallow X reader X Ominis Gaunt (if not just pick one of the two boys)

The reader is secretly Rookwood's child and is so afraid to turn out like him and hopes no one finds out about this but somehow sebastian and ominis find out and to the readers surprise they don't hate them and under that she's nothing like Rookwood.

Nothing Like Your Father (Sebastian x MC x Ominis)

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Lies. One word to describe my life; one word to encompass all of the untruths that plague my every day.

From the first time Sebastian had accompanied me to Hogsmeade at the beginning of the year.

"What interest does Rookwood have in you?" He had asked. Poor clueless boy.

"I don't know." I had responded. Lies.

I had been so careful- so very fucking careful. I had orchestrated every little thing that I could to keep anyone from finding out.

From finding out what you may ask? From finding out the truth of my past, the truth of my parentage. From finding out that I was the daughter of Victor Rookwood.

Yet, in the end of it all here we were. Rookwood had caught me unaware, too busy with Ranrok to even care what my father could possibly be up to. He took me as I exited Ollivanders, believing that I was alone- completely unaware of the two boys perched atop the roof of the wandmaker's business.

I knew perfectly well that as my father apperated us to the Rookwood Castle that my boys wouldn't be far behind- yet I found myself praying to any deity that would listen that they wouldn't. I had come this far, my secret had lasted this long.

"Fuck off, Rookwood." I spat at the ground in front of him as his lackeys held my arms behind my back.

My father threw his head back in laughter, "'Fuck off, Rookwood'," he mocked me, "Is that any way to address your father you ungrateful brat?"

"You may have had a hand in my conception," I growled, "But you will never, ever be my father. Not even if the stars fall."

Rookwood tsked, circling me and my captors, "Such a shame. I was hoping you would join me. The magic in the repository is our birthright, Y/n!"

His eyes study my face, seemingly hoping to find anything but the hatred that lingered there. He shook his head, "It's a shame, really. No father looks forward to the day they kill their own daughter. Men- take care of her."

Even though the idiots hadn't even taken my wand, I couldn't reach it with my hands still pinned behind my back. I closed my eyes, allowing my magic to trail out- reaching for any lingering ancient magic in the repository below. The familiar tell-tale hum began in my veins, and my eyes shot open, glowing the bright near white blue that I have grown accustomed to. The air crackled around me and the ground began to shake.

The two goons holding my wrists became unsettled, "Uh, boss?"

My father whirled around, "Just kill her, you imbecile!"

Lightning struck down from the heavens above, disintegrating the men who restrained me. Around me, the other Ashwinders began to shout.

"Seize her!" My father ordered, but it was too late. I had already retrieved my wand from my pocket. One by one, I killed the remaining ashwinders. Collecting the traces of magic their souls left behind, I felt the ancient power within me strengthen. As I dropped the last Ashwinder, someone began to slow clap.

I turn to him, my father, as he began to circle me, "My dearest daughter," he grinned with nothing but pure malice, "All of that fighting, yet not one unforgivable left your lips. You're weak, but apparently so we're my men." He shrugs, pulling out his wand, "You know what they say, my dear. If you want something done, you have to do it yourself. Bombarda!"

Expecting that, I easily rolled out of the way. Once again, the ground starts trembling. My father seems unphased, continuing to fire blast after blast at me- clearly attempting to stop me from focusing the Ancient Magic. The joke is on him, though. Over the past year he had sent goon after goon to take me to him, but all that appeared to do was strengthen and train me. I lift my hand that was not holding my wand, pulling him off of the ground.

I watched as he floated, meters above me, "You know, dad." I spat the last word with such distain, "You're mistaken. I do use unforgivables, only when someone really deserves it. Crucio!"

Midair, my fathers body contorts in agony. I watch him, allowing him to writh for a moment. I end the spell, allowing him a moment. To my surprise, he begins to beg, "Please, my girl." His body still twitches, "We can be a family again. We can be powerful together!"

I laugh- none of this was funny, but something deep within me broke. I laughed and laughed until tears trickled from my eyes. Wiping them and calming myself, I look him in the eyes, "Dad?" I watch as hope flickers in his eyes, "Say hi to Ranrok for me, he should be joining you in hell pretty soon." My fathers eyes widen, causing the reflection of the bright green flash as I end him once and for all, "AVADA KEDAVRA."

I drop Rookwood's lifeless body to the ground, and quickly follow suit. I curl my body inward, holding my knees to my chest as I sob. Every sorrow, every heartbreak- all of it left me as I wailed.

In my fit of agonizing sorrow, I heard footsteps approaching. I whirled up to my feet, wand out and ready to fight the approaching figures.

"Woah, there." Sebastian said, holding his hands up in surrender. My guard quickly drops as Ominis wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his firm chest. My knees give out as I begin to sob again. Ominis lowers us to we are on the ground, and a second pair of arms wrap around the two of us. Ominis murmurs comforting words into my hair, "It's okay my love, everything is alright. You did what you had to do."

In their arms, I sobbed until the teats ran dry. Breaking the silence, other than the soothing words from the boys, I spoke for the first time since damning my father to hell, "How much did you see?"

Sebastian squeezed me tighter, "Enough," there was a pause as he thought, "Y/n, why didn't you tell us Rookwood was your father?"

I shook my head, still refusing to lift my face from Ominis's chest, "You'd hate me. You'd think I was like him."

Ominis chuckled, to my surprise. I pulled away from the boys, sitting up to look at them. "Omi?" I spoke carefully.

"You really thought that I, a Gaunt, would care who your father was?" He smiled and leaned forward to put a hand on my cheek.

Sebastian did the same, placing his own hand on my other cheek. His thumbs gently brushed away the lingering tears from my cheek, "It would take alot more to cause us to even think negatively about you- but to hate you?" He smiled softly.

Ominis continued, "We are far too in love with you to ever even consider hatred."

Tears filled my eyes as I once again placed myself into their arms, "I love you boys too. Forever."

[slytherinsomniari]

Deal With The Devil| Victor Rookwood x F! Reader

Pairing: Victor Rookwood x F! Reader

Summary: 4 years after you graduated from Hogwarts, you have an unexpected reunion with a former enemy and make a monumental decision.

Word Count: 2829

Themes: Smut, overstimulation, fingering, slightly public indecency

A/N: I do still struggle with dialogue, both with adding more of it and with making sure it fits the character. I hope that with time, my writing will be a lot better than it is so I could make fanfics that are good both for me and for the readers. I did get inspired by other Rookwood fics but I really hope its not too similar to the point of plagiarism. If it is, I will gladly take it down. (Sorry for the cliché title lol)

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Upon your first meeting with Victor Rookwood, you had been intrigued by him from the moment you saw him. He had a certain charm to him, one that was certainly aided by his sleazy yet fashionable attire. There was something in his voice you liked as well. Maybe it was the way he said things in a playful yet serious tone, making him both intimidating and enthralling. When you had dealt a huge blow to his crew in your fifth year, you were disappointed to see him leave but at the time you were too busy trying to stop Ranrok from getting the last repository and destroying wizardkind to really think about it.

 Suffice it to say, you were not prepared nor expecting to meet him 4 years after you had graduated from Hogwarts. You had become an official Keeper and were now working on getting a position at Hogwarts–specifically in the library as it allowed you to learn even more about magic and the world surrounding you. He approached you as you were on your way out of the Three Broomsticks, just as you were saying goodbye to your friends. You were walking away from the pub through one of the side streets when a voice called out to you.

“Y/N was it? What a lovely name for a lovely girl.” You turn towards the source of the voice and find none other than Victor Rookwood. Despite the years, he looked as if he hadn’t aged a day since your first encounter. Meeting him in Hogsmeade was ironic and brought back memories from your first encounter with him. You were younger then and more naive and new to the world of magic, but now, you have changed. You were much stronger now and were not cowed by those who threatened others.

Prowling around you, you feel his eyes pierce your soul. Why is he so interested in me? Is he still after the ancient magic I’m protecting? I sealed it away though…unless he wants to take it back and gain more power than he ever had before?

“What do you want, Rookwood?” You ask sternly, pulling out your wand. Despite your interest in him, for reputation’s sake you had to at least pretend that you outright despised the man–which wasn’t that hard considering all the terrible crimes he’s done.

“Victor,” He replies, glancing your way. “Call me Victor. We’re not strangers now, are we?”

You hesitate for a moment but press on, “Well, Victor?”

“It has come to my attention that we have not been quite as honest with each other as we should have been when we first met.” He gives you a knowing look and continues, “It has been a while, but don’t think I didn’t notice your…longing glances you threw my way all those years ago.”

Flushing and in shock, you try to stutter out a rebuttal but nothing coherent forms.

Chuckling he comments, “No need to worry, your secret is safe with me. I was thinking we could discuss a little transaction that would be for our mutual benefit.”

Approaching you, he took advantage of your frozen state by grabbing your hand and taking your wand away, storing it in one of the wand pockets in his coat. You felt almost naked without it and as you realized what he was doing and tried to get it back, he merely tutted as he put it away, saying, “Come come, that would not be in your best interest dear.”

Without waiting for you to respond, he pulls you into an abandoned alleyway, not too far from the streets but far enough to where no one will see you. Struggling with his pace, you try to keep up when you are suddenly thrown against a wall. You let out a whimper upon impact and do not see him approach you until it is already too late. He surrounds your field of vision entirely, making it impossible to look anywhere else but him. His chest is right in front of you, leaving you free to see his partially unbuttoned shirt and his pale yet slightly sun weathered skin poking out from underneath. It is so deliciously close but Victor springs into action before your thoughts could lead you further astray. With one movement, he pins your arms above your head with one hand, locking you in place and forcing your back to arch and press yourself against him. You struggle to get your arms loose but he doesn’t budge. It is a constant battle between your emotions, torn between wanting him and wanting to escape and pretend nothing had happened. Although both sides struggled equally, one side was quickly winning. 

He grabs your waist with his other calloused hand and, giving up on all sense of propriety, you pull one leg out and latch onto him. His body is flushed against yours, with his erect member prodding through his clothing at your entrance. He grinds into you, making you moan. You shut your mouth in an instant, not wanting to be heard. He rocks his hips into yours, yours promptly responding to his touch. Your eyes become lidded with desire and the craving for complete intimacy with him. 

Victor grinds slowly but purposely, drawing out your response whether you wanted it or not. He moves his head towards your ear and says seductively, “This is but a mere taste of what I have to offer. The question is, how bad do you want it?”

His voice is that of the devil’s, you can be sure of that. You find yourself increasingly becoming hypnotized by him and the mixing of your long-held desire for him. You knew it was wrong and that he was the enemy, but how could something so bad feel so good? With the way your body was responding, you knew it was already too late to run away. The only thing you could do now is give in and receive the pleasure that he had promised.

He lifts up your skirt with the other hand and lowers it towards your drawers, feeling your throbbing area. You part your legs to give him room, which he takes advantage of by teasing you. He rubs circles on your clit, eliciting a shudder from you. You want him to put his finger, his dick, anything in you at this point. He continues to tease you, running his fingers over your clit. His fingers slightly graze your entrance, sending electricity through your body and making you buck into him, barely suppressing a moan. Victor smirks and you pant heavily, already in the midst of pleasure. At the sudden impact of his finger partially going inside you, you let out a loud moan. He removes his hand from your arms and puts it over your mouth, attempting to muffle your sounds so your time wouldn’t end just yet.

He slides his finger all the way in and moves it around. You want to pull him to you but even though he isn’t restraining you, you don’t have enough strength to do so. Instead, you place your hands on his chest and grip his shirt, keeping him in place and attempting to make yourself a bit more steady. Soon one finger became two and both fingers worked their magic on you, inducing more muffled moans from you. After all of the teasing, you let out a whimper as you unexpectedly cum, feeling it cover Victor’s hand.  

As you come to, you can hear more and more people in the surrounding area, leaving the two of you vulnerable and more likely to be noticed. He notices it as well and disengages from you, slowly removing his hand from inside of you and backing off. Taking a handkerchief out from his pocket, he wipes the fluid off and assesses you before speaking.

“How about we go somewhere...quiet to discuss our business?”

Victor grabs you and quickly disapparates with you, taking you Merlin knows where. Once you feel land beneath your feet, you take the opportunity to look around you. On the horizon you could see glittering water and once you looked further down, you could see the beach. The sea is close by and you seem to be on a hilly path leading down towards the beach. He leads you down the path and soon you can see a stone cottage by the seaside.Tannish-grey in hue, you can see that it’s a spacious cottage–and a quite costly one at that.

Once you arrive at the doorstep of the cottage, he opens the door for you and, feeling your heartbeat increase causing it to nearly jump out of your chest, you enter. He closes the door behind you and locks the door, trapping you in there with him. In the middle of nowhere in Scotland. This should frighten you but it doesn’t. Instead, you are greatly excited by it, craving his touch more than you thought you would. Taking your time, you take a look around you as you take in your new surroundings.

Inside, there is a kitchen directly to the left with a long, rectangular table with chairs around it and to the right is the living room with a fireplace and sofa parallel to it with chairs by the sides of the walls. Before you could think about exploring the other areas the cottage had to offer, Victor clears his throat. Clearly taking his time and observing your reaction, he gazes at you with not so hidden desire and with a knowing look. He had never taken anyone to the cottage before. It was his secret hideout and getaway when he wanted peace and quiet away from his men. It was a place where he could escape the more grimy lifestyle he created for himself and live in a more respectable manner that his family name suggested. Although this time, he was there for a not so respectable reason.

Grabbing your arm once more, he leads you up the stairs to his room which is low-lit and decently sized, with a desk with countless papers strewn about and a bed near the center wall of the room. There is a dresser and a few bookshelves lining the room, making it feel cozy and lived-in. While you are trying to burn his room into your memory, he closes the door behind you and approaches. He comes up from behind you and puts his right hand on your shoulder, slowly rubbing it and letting his hand run down your arm. 

“Now my dear, there will be no more interruptions. Where were we?”

Flushing, you can feel your vagina pulse in anticipation and begin to quiver. You had already experienced a rush of pleasure in the alleyway but now you are going to experience the pinnacle of it in complete isolation from the world where time would mean nothing. No one would be able to get between you and the mere thought of that excites you further.

“The method of our transaction has not properly been discussed, though there is but one option. Give yourself to me. Give yourself to me and I will show you a world of carnal pleasure. You may refuse, but either way I will have my way with you.”

His words ring in your ears and cause a fire to erupt within your body. Mute and frozen, you can do nothing as he approaches you from the front and grabs at your clothing. He starts to unbutton your shirt and as he gets to your skirt, he drags it off of you slowly, his fingers lingering on the garment as he teases you once more and takes your bloomers down with it. He unlaces your corset, his nimble fingers performing with such ease as if he had done it countless times before. As your corset loosens and falls to the ground, he tosses your shirt off to the side, leaving you in just a chemise. You shiver, both due to the cold and in anticipation for what comes next. 

Glancing at the near naked state of you, Victor is hardly able to contain his mounting desire for you. He grabs onto your chemise with force, tearing it off of you and permanently damaging the garment as it is thrown off. You are now fully naked and gasp at the feeling of the cold air hitting your skin. Standing still, you find your senses on fire as you stand on the cusp of having your every wish fulfilled.

“Well? What do you say?” He asks in a near whisper as his eyes do a cursory glance over your body.

Placing his hand underneath your chin and tilting your head towards him, he murmurs,”Let me in.”

Sucking in a breath, you shakily exhale and respond with “Yes.”

He smirks, knowing he’s got you in the palm of his hand and could make you do anything for him. Releasing you from his grip, he watches as you hazily walk towards the bed and get on top of it, the springy mattress bouncing as you do. Laying flat on your back, you shiver and part your legs, eager for the pleasure that was promised. You could feel his eyes taking in the sight of you in the dim lighting, relishing the effect he’s had on you. He quickly undresses himself, unable to resist your expression and visible desire. The bed shifts with his weight as he gets on top of you, the full weight of him pressed against you. His legs rest on either side of you, arms by your head as he gets himself into position. You can feel his penis press against your entrance and find yourself unable to suppress a shudder.

“Please…” You beg, unable to take it any longer. He complies and thrusts fully into you–hard. The sheer force of his thrust sends jolts through your body, causing you to moan loudly. He was not going easy on you but you didn’t care. All you wanted was him, and that’s exactly what he was giving you. Your arms encircle his body and bring him closer to you. Feeling his muscled body lie against yours, you tighten your grip on his back as he growls and thrusts harder and harder into you. Seeing him focused on pounding into you relentlessly, you grab his face and plant a long and lustful kiss onto his lips. It begins in a calm manner, your lips softly mingling with his, but once Victor takes control it becomes more and more intense. You moan into the kiss, arousing him even further. 

In response to this, he brings his mouth to your neck and bites down, sucking on it and creating a hickey that you would definitely have to cover afterwards. You yelp, feeling the mixture of both pain and pleasure and bask in it. Your nipples, already hardened, rub against his chest, overstimulating you and sending lighting through your body as he creates multiple hickeys along your neck and shoulder. With your body quaking, you feel a tingling sensation as you reach your orgasm. His eyes flick to yours as he feels your body tremble beneath him. 

“Good girl” He lustfully chuckles as you buck your hips into his and release all over him. Your fluids coat him and give him more lubrication, allowing him to thrust easily into you with what should have been a sickening squelch but brought you pleasure instead. Feeling himself about to climax, he speeds up and with one final rough thrust, he spills himself into you. You can feel the mixture of both of your fluids inside you, trailing out on your legs and onto the bed. 

The two of you lie breathless and panting next to each other, allowing your bodies to recover from the whirlwind of desire he had put you two through. Turning on your side, you face him with an exhausted grin and nuzzle into him. He turns towards you and moves a strand of your hair behind your ear, remarking, ”Perhaps I should have bargained with you sooner had I known you would be so pliable”

“I would have given in sooner had I known you felt the same way, Victor”

“Well then, our next business venture shall have to incorporate more...unique methods into our bargain. Something more punishing perchance.”

He looks into your eyes and you see a lingering hunger in his eyes that hasn’t gone away yet. If this was just the beginning, you wonder how much further he could toy with you until you broke completely. It is a thrilling thought, one that you are eagerly waiting to realize when you are under his sway once more. He playfully nips at your ear and you giggle. He kisses you on the neck and wraps an arm around you, allowing you to fall into a peaceful slumber, wrapped comfortably in the arms of your former enemy. 

[blue--ingenue]

My Hero

Prompt: "Don't touch her!"

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Pairings: Sebastian x Reader

Summary: Sebastian realizes his true feelings for his Gryffindor when they sneak out of the castle and are attacked by Victor Rookwood.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: violence, mentions of blood, swearing

See bottom for author's notes.

Despite what others in his year may say, Sebastian is rather academically-inclined, thank you very much. He's never been one to pass up an intriguing book or two (especially if it's from the restricted section), but no tome could hold a candle to the rush he feels from trying out a new spell for the very first time. The snap of his wand through the air as it matches the energy of the perfect incantation is intoxicating.

He and his Gryffindor decided to sneak out to practice new spells right after dinner. They’d found a prime spot in the form of the jobberknoll den overlooking the castle. His eyes drift to her, crimson robes sloped gently over her shoulders as she leafs through a book he borrowed from the restricted section. He focuses back on the task at hand. He draws his wand down, flicks his wrist in a flourish toward his target, and feels the familiar pull of magic sing through his body and rush out through his wand arm. "Impedimenta!"

The spell connects cleanly, striking the tallest bough of the willow tree before him. White light spreads from the center of the branch and hums through the rest of the tree as its movements stop almost instantly. He smiles and admires his handiwork. A few jobberknolls peek out from the newly-petrified branches and lock their beady eyes on him just before taking off with indignant twitters. 

"That ought to come in handy the next time we run into one of your poacher friends," he calls to her. To his left Sebastian hears rustling as she places a leaf between the pages of her book and places it on a moss-covered stump. 

“Useful indeed. Not bad,” she comments idly. Sebastian narrows his eyes at her and finds what he’s looking for. Almost imperceptible, the upturn at the corner of her lip lets him know that she’s baiting him. He doesn’t even think before taking it. 

“Is that all?” he drawls. She turns to face him fully, and wow. His lips decide that now is the perfect time to pull his faux wounded expression into an utterly besotted grin. He might actually be embarrassed at the level of effortless (and agonizingly to her,  unknown) control she has over him if he weren’t so busy trying to quell the blush that seems to hum through the very core of him. The moonlight shines against her onyx hair. Most of it has fallen out of the loose bun she’d wrangled it into with a ribbon and is framing her face like gentle vines about a wreath. She looks ethereal, silhouetted against the moonbeams and the glow of the castle behind them. 

She strides toward him, stopping just short of where he stands and looks up at him through fluttering lashes. “I’m sorry,” she says in a syrupy tone that lights a match somewhere deep within him. “Did you want me to say, ‘Oh, Sebastian! My hero! I may rest easy know that I’m in your strong, capable hands!’” she simpers. Though she jabs at him, there is only an easy warmth where the biting sarcasm should’ve been. She’s still gazing up at him when she crinkles her nose and smiles. He’s sure he’d readied a line from his well-crafted arsenal of witty comebacks. He could feel the words on his tongue, drawn back like a bow waiting to fire, but he smiles back down at her and all that tumbles from his lips is a breathless, “Yeah.”

She bursts out laughing at his change in demeanor. It’s a tinkling, melodic thing. There’s no pattern to it, but it’s as though the notes fall at perfect intervals,  just so, to create another beautiful harmony each time she pauses for breath. She punches his arm in jest, more of a pat than anything else, and looks back to the castle. 

“It’s gotten rather late. Should we be heading back soon?” she asks. Perhaps it’s just his hopeful imagination, but she sounds as reluctant to pose the question as he is to answer it. He likes spending time with her. Just the two of them. But then he sees her stifle a yawn and decides he’d rather like to see her get a full night’s rest for once. Heaven knows she needs it, what with the fate of the school seemingly falling onto her shoulders. 

“I suppose so,” he responds. “Wouldn’t want to risk missing curfew.” She rolls her eyes playfully and he sees a grin grace her lips as she gathers her things. He’s so intent on committing her silhouette to memory that he doesn’t notice there’s someone behind him until the tip of a wand presses into his neck. She glances up from her stack of books and freezes. In the same instant the books thud into the dirt she’s already whipped out her wand and fallen into a defensive stance. 

“Get away from him,” she snarls. Her voice is low and her gaze is lethal and Sebastian thinks, hysterically, that he likes this look on her. A familiar voice, self-assured and absolutely grating on his nerves, sounds behind him just as its owner presses the wand closer to his pulse point.

“I’ll say this only once: toss your wand to me or your sweetheart here stops breathing,” he spits. Victor Rookwood,the  sleazy bastard, doesn’t even have the decency to sound terrified in front of, arguably, the most dangerous witch on this side of the country. He holds her gaze.

“Run! Just get out of he-” he doesn’t get to finish. Rookwood drives a knee into his back so hard he falls to the ground. He feels his cheek scrape against a stone as he goes down, but before he can push himself up Rookwood has a fist in his hair and is pulling him to his knees. The wand tip is shoved painfully into the side of his neck in warning. He wipes a drop of blood beaded at his lip from where it had split on impact and meets her gaze. Without another word she turns a hateful gaze to Rookwood and tosses her wand a few feet to the left of him. 

“Good girl,” he purrs. Sebastian feels embers burn in his veins at Rookwood’s sultry tone and resists the urge to grab his wand and snap it in half. He freezes when he feels another presence behind him accompanied by a distinctly human hiss. The presence stoops down and sniffs, nose mere inches from the cut on Sebastian’s cheek. His Gryffindor moves as if to rip the thing away from him, but Rookwood stops them. 

“Patience now, Theo. Save it for her,” he tuts. She tenses, but remains where she stands. Theo straightens himself to his full height rather reluctantly and Sebastian sees the moonlight glint off of a pair of red-stained fangs. 

“You’re a vampire,” she breathes. Her voice is breathier. Not out of fear for herself, but for him, he realizes as she fixes Sebastian with a mixture of terror and relief. 

“Yes, stating the obvious. Quite like a Gryffindor,” Rookwood snaps. He sees a familiar blue glow swirl about her hands and knows that she wouldn’t need a wand to destroy both of the men behind him. She seems to pull the ancient magic from the very ground beneath her as the air hums and crackles. Sebastian has just enough time to wonder why the vampire looks the furthest thing from afraid when Theo is suddenly right behind her. One sickly pale hand fists in her hair and yanks her head back, exposing her throat. The other curls possessively around her front, locking her in place and Sebastian sees red. 

“Let her go!” he spits, throwing all his strength into trying to thrash out of Rookwood’s grip. A fist punches the air from his lungs and he sputters. Between gasps he can hear her thrashing in the vampire’s grip. The bastard holding him in place tuts.

“You’re hardly in a position to be making demands, Mr. Sallow,” he chides. He looks to his Gryffindor. Her chest is heaving with anger and exertion. Rookwood continues speaking, his voice laced with venom.

“Theo here has a very…rare gift,” he chooses his words carefully. “That ancient magic of yours could very well turn the tide in this little rebellion. Theo’s gift allows him to extract it from you. I promise it won’t hurt a bit,” he lilts. He sees her swallows and dips her head. She meets his eyes and she gives him a reassuring smile,  soft and sweet. Her demeanor shifts instantly as she steels herself, glares defiantly at Rookwood, and please, god, no-

“Do what you will. Let. Him. Go. And I’ll cooperate. I’ll do anything you want,” she grits out. He can only watch, chest heaving as he pulls in breath after ragged breath, as she bows her head in defeat. Theo’s fingers trail her exposed collarbone as he sweeps her hair behind her ear and Sebastian’s throat closes in unbridled rage. His voice is not his own when he thunders, “Don’t touch her!”

“Oh, you will cooperate. And you,” he hisses as he tightens his grip in Sebastian’s hair, “You’re going to watch.”

Her face twists in rage as Theo sniffs her neck, but she doesn’t fight it. 

“Oh, and I did mean it when I said this wouldn’t hurt a bit,” he mentions, seemingly as an aside. “It’ll hurt a lot.”

As the words leave Rookwood’s lips Theo seems to find what he’s looking for. Sebastian’s world narrows down to the point where his fangs pierce her skin. There’s not a rustle from the tree he jinxed a lifetime ago so he can hear them sheath into her flesh with perfect, horrible clarity. She doesn’t scream as Theo buries his head in her neck and sucks. The only sound she makes is terrified gasp and a strangled cry as he sucks the life from her veins. 

“Stop-please, please! Leave her alone!” he begs. He’s desperate, hysteric. He’d do anything in his power and beyond to take her place. Rookwood only laughs, and laughs, and laughs. He’s hyperventilating as he watches Theo drink the life from her. After every pull Theo takes a soft blue light pulses through her and fades as quickly as it came. He wants to look away. There are a million shrill voices screaming in his head and they’re all telling him to look away! but he can’t. Because she’s looking at him, really looking at him, as though she can see right into his heart and acknowledges a truth that even he can’t bring himself to admit, and smiles at him. His heart, every fiber of it belonging to her - always her - shreds itself to pieces as he realizes she’s trying to be brave for him. Damn Gryffindors. Damn their bravery, and their courage, and damn her for stealing his heart. For being beautiful and selfless, and damn the universe for gifting her with ancient magic only for it to be ripped right from her soul.

Her gaze is growing heavier. The intervals between the blue pulses of light are dragging, and even in the miniscule light she looks pale. She’s already completely limp in Theo’s arms, but it’s the sight of her eyelids falling shut that wrenches a strangled scream from his throat. He doesn’t know how long it’s been going on but his panicked mind wonders if there’s even any blood left in her at all. He tears out of Rookwood’s grip with inhuman strength, wrenches the wand from his hand, and casts the loudest confringo to ever singe the highlands. In quick succession Rookwood rolls away from the flames and apparates himself and Theo away. There’s a loud crack and then - silence. Just a grave, damning silence.

He scrambles to his feet and trips to where she lay, dropping to his knees and turning her on her back. She’s still. Too still.

“Oh god, god no…” he trails off as he gathers her into his arms. He presses two shaking fingers to her pulse point and feels nothing. A choked shout spills from his lips. His arm is propping her up and her head tilts back, exposing the too-pale expanse of her throat. He calls her name again, and again, and again. Her features are slack and her lips are tinged blue. Why are they blue? They’re pink. Always so wonderfully pink…he wonders hysterically. He gathers her in his arms, holds her close to his chest and bows his head. 

“Please don’t do this,” he begs. He pleads to her, to the universe, to anyone who will listen. “Please don’t leave,” he sobs. Tears streak down his face, but he doesn’t feel them. He’s so numb with grief that he nearly misses the faint huff of air that graces his cheek. He stills immediately, and when he feels another breath ghost his cheek he feels a giddy flash of hope ignite in his chest. He brushes the hair from her face and holds her head in his hands. Every muscle in his body is taught with anticipation. He gently cradles her and lets his forehead fall against hers.

 “Come back to me…” he sobs.

The universe holds its breath - and then answers in the form of a weak, but wonderfully alive, little cough from the girl in his arms. He pulls back and watches, in shock, as she fills her lungs with a gasp. Her brows furrow, her eyelids flutter, and in the second before she opens her eyes Sebastian’s world blazes back into existence with agonizing clarity. Her eyes drift in and out of focus before finally settling on him, and with her first breath whispers, “...Sebastian.”

A sob wracks his body and he allows his head to fall back toward hers. He holds her in his arms like she’s the most precious, fragile thing in the world, and presses a desperate kiss to her lips. If he could only cast a nonverbal spell once in his lifetime, it would be for this. He would imbue this single kiss with all of the things he’s been too afraid to say: I love you. I’m completely and irrevocably yours. I’d give anything and everything to make sure the world never harms you again. 

“...Sebastian,” she murmurs against his lips, an urgent edge to her tone that says she has something more to say. He retreats to listen. Impossibly, she’s smiling. She’s looking right into his heart as though he hung the stars in the sky.

“...My hero,” she laughs. He presses another kiss to her forehead and laughs softly with her. She was going to be okay. And Sebastian decided that as long as he had breath in his lungs, nothing would ever harm her again.

Author's Notes: This is my first time writing a character x reader fic lmao. I had fun writing the angst. If you want to see more of my work you can find me on ao3 (blueingenue). If ya'll enjoyed and want to see more, feel free to send me asks!

[roohuh]

I’m sorry if I lied but I don’t remember.

Part 7 of the Obliviate Series.

Ominis x mc

Summary: While discussing your summer plans Ominis learns of plans you made last year without telling him

Warnings: Angst and game spoilers

The weekend has finally arrived bringing your first week of school to a close. As the final class of the day ends you let out a sigh of relief. Ominis turns to you smiling

“Enjoying yourself are we?”

“I am so ready for the weekend I have been itching to take a trip into the forest.”

“Why the forest?” He frowns.

“To speak with the centaurs about the poacher movements over the summer.” You explain “We planned last spring that we would meet the first weekend of the year.”

“Last spring?” He raises his voice, “you promised me you were done fighting the poachers last fall after you were hurt!” You stand in the middle of the empty classroom confused.

“I’m sorry Ominis but I don’t remember.” You falter unsure of what to say “I only remember fighting them since my fifth year. I’ve never stopped…”

“You lied to me then.” His words cut through the air.

“I am sorry if I did. I don’t know why I would have…”

“Are you justifying it?” He snaps.

“No! I don’t know. I can’t remember.” You fiddle with your wand awkwardly. “Do you want to come with us to meet with the centaurs?” You try to make a peace offering.

“Us?” He scowled

“Me and Poppy.”

“Poppy knew?” He asks quietly.

“Uhm… yes.” you kick at the floor unsure of how to proceed.

“Just forget it. You don’t remember it doesn’t matter.” He snaps standing and walking away. You stand rooted to the spot unsure if you should follow. He stops for a second when he realizes you are not following and huffs then continues to walk. This was the first time he has left you alone in Hogwarts since that night in the Undercroft. Every night he dropped you off at your door and in the morning he would sit in the common room with a book reading as he waited for you to wake up so you could walk to breakfast together. Now he has left you. Slowly you pack your books away giving Ominis time to get some distance as you had to walk the same direction. Eventually you force yourself to carefully exit the classroom. Strolling along you stare at the walls trying to decide what to do about Ominis. You did not know him well enough yet to know if he needed space or if you should go talk to him and try to smooth things over. You honestly feel bad you lied but since you can’t remember it your apology feels hollow.

“MC?” A man’s voice calls from behind you.

“Oh hello Professor Gaunt.” You try to keep your tone cool as your pace quickens.

“Do you have a moment?” He asks, causing you to begrudgingly slow your steps to a stop. You turn to him and shoot a cold,

“Yes?” He smiles warmly ignoring your attitude.

“I have heard great stories of you as of late. Is it true you were attacked by Victor Rookwood? And the stories of your daring defeated of Ranrok are legendary around here. You have quite the impressive list of accomplishments for one so young.” Biting the tip of your tongue incredulously you stare.

“I have had my fair share of excitement.” You eventually reply. The Professor takes a step closer and replies a low voice

“Indeed.”

“Which is why I am trying to figure out how you got the upper hand on me.” Stepping back you test the waters wondering if he will admit guilt to you. The man flashes a dangerous smile, blue eyes sparkling.

“Some mysteries are best left unsolved, little beauty.” The words make your blood run cold but you stand your ground staring him down. He winks at you and laughs as he walks away.

“Don’t be so serious.”

As you watch him leave the words ring in your ears “little beauty.”

Ominis sits in the common room with a cup of tea seemingly absorbed in thoughts. You swallow hard and sit next to Ominis on the sofa. Before you can try and make amends Ominis hands you the cup of tea.

“It’s your favorite.” He mumbles. You sip the tea quietly. Until eventually Ominis breaks the tension

“I’m sorry. I should not have raised my voice at you.”

“I am sorry I lied.”

“I can’t hold you accountable for something you can’t remember. But please refrain from lying in the future.”

“I will, but why did I promise not to fight the poachers?”

“Do you remember being injured last fall?”

“Yes”

“Well after that I could not bear the idea of you being hurt again like that or worse. After I told you how I felt you agreed not to put yourself in unnecessary danger anymore.”

“Well that is not an unnecessary fight.” You argue.

“It is not a fight for one person let alone a student. You should be here, at Hogwarts, with me.” He persists.

“Ominis I love Hogwarts and think you are great. But I can not ignore a problem like this.”

“No you can’t ignore anyone who asks for help. I know. The problem is how you never stop to think about the cost to yourself.”

“I have ancient magic, I am fine.” You insist.

“Until you are not! You were not fine when my family attacked you.” His voice falters.

“And where were you then?” He opened his mouth then closed it again. You feel tears prick at the back of your eyes. Spinning on your heel you march out of the common room calling over your shoulder

“No wonder I never told you.”

Outside it is a beautiful afternoon with a warm sun and gentle cool breeze. Taking a full deep breath of the fresh air you hop on your broom. The cool rush of wind as you fly away from the castle seems to cool your head. Regret creeps in and you slow your flight. You touch your feet down on a grassy hill some ways from the castle and dismount your broom. Taking your shoes off you let your feet touch the grass and dirt, as you enjoy the sunshine. You flop down on the soft grass and close your eyes, allowing yourself to cry. This has been such a mentally exhausting week and you just needed a moment alone to think. Eyes red and puffy you stop crying and lay your arm over your eyes. The sunshine warms you as it occurs to you how thirsty you are from crying. Sitting up you look around; down along the hill walks Sebastian on a dirt path, hands in his pocket whistling for all he was worth. You chuckle at the sight and wave to him. Sebastian waves back adjusting his destination. As he walks up to you he calls

“How long have you been laying there?” You shrug as he sits down next to you pulling a blade of grass from your hair.

“What are you doing out here?” You ask

“I am on my way to Feldcroft to check on Anne. What are you doing out here?”

“I just had to think. Has Ominis always been so controlling over me?”

“Ha! He is a bit much isn’t he?” Sebastian laughs.

“It’s a little suffocating.” You admit

“It is. But what would we do without him worrying for us? Ominis is always there for whether we like it or not. Always bailing us out of trouble. He is a fiercely loyal and true friend.” You grimace

“Not the answer you wanted?” He asks

“It’s just hard.” You shrug

“For him too.” Sebastian looks at you in earnest as he continues,

“He has essentially lost his first love because of his family. He feels horribly guilty and love sick. Cut him a break.” You sigh

“I never thought about it like that.”

“He loves you.” Sebastian smiles and you can almost swear you see sorrow behind the eyes.

“I better be off.” Sebastian chuckles and turns to leave. “What are you going to do?” He questions.

“I should probably go and apologize.” You laugh ruefully. Sebastian nods, thrusting his hands back into his pockets whistling merrily as he continues his journey. You decide to walk back to the castle so you can work out what you are going to say on the way. Being so absorbed in your apology you miss the dark figure materializing behind you.

[ephemerasnape]

Did I do something wrong? 🥺🎩

[metal-mouse]

Not the One to Worship, Not the One to Blame

pairing: Sebastian Sallow x gn!Slytherin MC (no y/n used)

themes: angst, hurt/comfort

warnings: swearing, trauma, panic attacks, depression, self-isolating

summary: 1.4k word vomit. The battle against Ranrok is over. You are in your sixth year, and now have to deal with the aftermath that is emotion and nightmarish memories. Despite having kept Sebastian Sallow's secret, you have no interest in his friendship. However, he certainly makes a good scapegoat for all of your pain.

note: This is the first piece of writing I have posted publicly in over 10 years. It is going to be rough, as I am very out of practice. I never expected to write anything to post ever again, but I've had such a massive streak of inspiration I figured I'd put myself out there. Be gentle with me because I'm a big baby but be honest - I'm getting better at receiving feedback. I also don’t edit anything ever, so there’s probably plenty of bad grammar/confusing sentence structure/spelling errors. 

You stood alone at the top of the astronomy tower alone, hugging yourself tightly against the chilled air as you watched the sun set. The silence was welcome compared to the chaos of the Great Hall over supper. With hundreds of students meeting together at the same time, the sound of countless conversations overwhelmed you far too easily. You had eaten quickly and excused yourself from the company of Ominis, ignoring the concerned look on his face. You knew he worried, but he also knew enough to respect when you needed your space. It was one of your favourite things about him. 

The world around you was washed in a gentle golden glow that you desperately wanted to enjoy. The colours of the sky were beautiful, but no emotions stirred inside of you. You remained numb and empty. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d smiled. You wished you could feel something other than this awful cycle of misery, anger, fear, and hollowness. You wished that people would leave the past in the past. Every time a classmate brought up Ranrok’s defeat at your hands you felt like you were going to be sick. Your chest would tighten, and a clammy feeling would cling to the back of your neck as the rest of your body felt smothered by flames and smoke. You had been furious with Professor Black for being the one to share your involvement in the battle and causing this endless stream of praise and questions. All you wanted was to forget. 

Even worse than thinking about Ranrok was seeing Sebastian in the halls, in your classes, in your common room. You may have spared him from expulsion and imprisonment, but you still hadn’t found it in yourself to forgive him. Perhaps the blame you placed on him was unfair, perhaps he was an easy scapegoat for your pain. He had, afterall, caused a great amount of that pain. Yet, you weren’t any better than he was. Every night you dreamed of flashes of green and how the light left Victor Rookwood’s blue eyes… Dozens of men and countless goblins lay dead at your hand, and people actually celebrated you for this. In the beginning, you had been intrigued by the power you held. You had been eager to learn it and grow it. You had liked having a unique power that put you above others. Now, you wanted nothing more than to turn back time. You wished you’d never found out about this magic. You wished that none of this had ever happened. 

You were deep enough in your spiraling thoughts that you hadn’t noticed your unwelcome company until a warm cloak was placed over your shoulders. You flinched, immediately in attack mode as you looked at your intruder. Sebastian Sallow didn’t look at you. Instead, he put his hands on the railing and leaned out to see the world below. 

“I’ll go away if you want me to.” He said, breaking the tense silence. You watched him apprehensively, without saying a word. Sebastian took that as permission to remain in your presence. 

“What do you want?” You asked. 

“I may not be your favourite person right now, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care. You’re not alright.” Sebastian looked over at you. You scowled at the way he jumped straight to the point. The empty feeling inside of you was slowly replaced with anger. Not alright? What fucking gave it away? Why the hell was Sebastian the first person to bring it up besides Ominis - who had been there when you started to truly fall apart? 

“I’m fine.” You said. 

“I haven’t seen you smile since the year started - it’s now February. Not at Ominis. Not when you’re brushing Puffskeins with Poppy. You don’t even smile when Weasley makes his stupid jokes.” Sebastian stood and took a step towards you. It felt like his eyes were burning into your face. All you wanted was for him to look at anything but you. How dare he talk to you about this. Talk to you about your happiness - which he fucking stole from you. Why was he even paying attention in the first place? You adjusted his cloak around you, hating how warm it was and how it smelled like Sebastian. 

“If I haven’t smiled, it’s your fault.” A low blow. Sebastian’s nostrils flared and hurt filled his eyes, but he tilted his head as if to encourage you to carry on. You didn’t. 

“The last time I checked, you were the one acting so miserable. It’s you who doesn’t bother to even try anymore.” 

“I don’t have to try anymore. I’m a hero, Sebastian, everyone will love me all the same. Who cares if I’m miserable?” you spat out, “Can’t you see it? I don’t get to have emotions! Only people have feelings. I’m merely a tool to be used - a weapon if you will - whenever someone needs to use me. It makes it so much easier for everyone to forget what happens under the surface of battle. To forget the atrocities I’ve committed. The horrors I’ve seen. You wouldn’t understand it.” Sebastian’s eyes were wide as he stared at you. 

“Is that truly what you think? That I don’t understand? You’re not the only one who went through hell last year. I was right there the entire time. I helped you fight trolls, goblins, spiders, poachers, must I go on? 

I saw the look on your face when you came back from killing Victor Rookwood, and I knew before anyone else did what had happened. Want to know how? Because I know how it feels to fucking take someone’s life.” Sebastian bellowed, making you take a step backwards. You glanced towards the stairwell, hoping nobody was nearby to eavesdrop. 

He had been there. Sebastian had known from the beginning what you were going through, and he had helped - even if it put his life in danger. His true motives may have ultimately lain elsewhere, but you knew he didn’t want to see any more people harmed at Ranrok’s hands. Guilt pushed its way through your unjustified anger. He was certainly making it difficult to blame him for more than what he deserved. 

“Just leave me alone, Sebastian.” You whispered. He shook his head, his lips pressed in a firm line. His brown eyes were unusually glassy, almost as if he was trying to hold back tears.

“Whether you like it or not, I understand.” He was still shaking his head, stray tears indeed spilling from his eyes. Sebastian’s lips fell into a frown and quivered a little. It was an ugly face, he was not a pretty crier. Something in this insignificant flaw of his made you pause. Seeing him feel so strongly about how you felt… To show these emotions to you, this clearly meant a lot to him. You meant a lot to him. You approached him carefully, reaching up tentatively and wiped away an errant tear. 

“I know, Sebastian. I… I don’t blame you for this. None of it.” You looked down at your feet, your hand still on his cheek. 

“And I think you’re far more than a weapon. You don’t have to be the hero with me, you can be just you. I just want to see you smile.” Sebastian very carefully took your hand in his. You looked back up to his face, and you knew he meant it. 

“Can we try again?” You asked. He exhaled deeply, you could see the thoughts racing in his mind. 

“I think something could be arranged.” Ominis Gaunt’s voice made both of you jump. He stood at the top of the stairs, fidgeting with his wand. Sebastian’s hand squeezed yours tightly. Ominis walked towards where you stood, his cheeks flushed and an uncertain look on his face. Ominis held out his hand for Sebastian, who dropped yours instantly and grasped it. They shook hands firmly, and then Sebastian pulled Ominis in for a hug. 

“Boundaries! Sebastian! I will be placing firm boundaries!” Ominis protested, but his arms wrapped around his friend all the same. You let out a weak laugh that was more of a huff full of emotion. You didn’t know fully what this meant, or how anything would play out, but you knew that this would be easier with Sebastian and Ominis on your team. On each other’s team. Life was either going to get better from here, or worse, but you supposed it could be bearable if you lived it with people you cared about. You felt awful for targeting Sebastian like that. He hadn’t deserved all your hatred. Some anger and resentment, sure, but not all of it. As Ominis complained about the cold and coaxed you both back inside, you silently resolved to make it up to Sebastian. You could support him, just as he supported you.

[the-sebastian-sallow-simptorium]

Lies- Dark!MC x Auror!Sebastian

warnings for major blood/gore, mentions of sex/feeling up, death, and a light makeout session.

plot:

Sebastian is an auror assigned to catch dark wizard MC. All characters aged up over 18 :) written for F!Hufflepuff!MC but could be read as NG!MC or M!MC.

Words 2.5k

a/n This work was not beta read bc in this house we die like tobbs. I wrote this while sick and hopped up on too much tea and pizza in about six/seven hours. this was written as an attempt to get me back into writing. my prompt “Oh I see you brought me out here to kill me, didnt you?”Could be read as NG!MC or M!MC but was written for F!MC | use of you and y/n | can be read as any house but was written for Hufflepuff (where are my evil puffs at XD)

After the death of Sebastian's uncle due to the illegal use of the killing curse. Sebastian, Ominis Anne and y/n all swore that they would never tell a soul about what had happened in the tomb that one winter day. All the Ministry of Magic knew was that the five of you had been attacked just outside of Fieldcroft by a group of Ashwinders. And the twins uncle had died trying to protect you all. Years had passed since the events and the fall of Ranrok. The students that once were fifth years now all well above 21 were settled into working in the magical world. Sebastian was given the honor of being an auror working directly at the Ministry of Magic and Ominis was back at Hogwarts teaching the charms courses. With Victor Rookwood dead the severity of Anne's condition went down and she had grown very fond of magical gardening and spent most of her time outside in the dirt at her and Ominis' home.

You on the other hand had gone down a severely different path than your Slytherin friends. The month after you graduated you were off traveling and exploring the world in order to find more traces of ancient magic. You loved the way it made you feel. The power flowing through your blood. The way your enemies dropped dead around you. Your friends from Hogwarts tried to contact you but you never responded to their owls. And eventually the owls stopped coming.

Since the day Sebastian taught you crucio in the scriptorium you never stopped using dark magic. It could defeat any foe that stood in your way. And eventually after several witches and wizards went missing the Ministry caught wind of your murders. You had killed more than a few aurors in your day and they did not scare you. You were completely happy to be wondering the earth finding ancient magic and killing anyone who tried to stop you and cashing in on the rewards of your evil doing, until one day out of blue a owl came flying into your tent out in the woods, This owl swooped in plopping a letter by your side, you glanced a the owl and then the letter before the bird flew off. Odd, no one sent you letters anymore. You placed down the knife that you had been sharpening. And you opened up the letter.

y/n l/n,

I know we have not spoken in a while, but you have always amazed me y/n. The news reached London a few days ago, about the death of four aurors taken out by one witch with some unknown power. I knew when I read it that it was about you. I am headed up north to Manchester from London to meet up with Ominis and Anne tomorrow evening. We get together every few months just to check in. I'm sure we would all love to see you. Here is the address of the muggle inn we will be staying in, please do join me, I am positive you will have only gotten more beautiful than when we attended Hogwarts.

-Sebastian Sallow

You reread the letter what felt like a thousand more times over he was asking to meet? After all these years? Why did it bring a soft blush to your cheeks at the thought of seeing an old friend. Sure you had a crush on him when you were 15 and the two of you dated until graduation but you were sure those feelings were gone by now. Because feelings of love only held people like you back in getting what you truly wanted, power. You looked at the letter once more Manchester was so close only a few miles you could most definitely walk there in a day. But what if it was a trap? Would Sebastian really use this letter to somehow get you caught by the Ministry? It was risky. But it would be nice to see them all for just a second or two. With a swish of your wand the tent packed itself up into a neat little cloth bag. And you were on your way. The journey there did not take long, the sun was rising in the sky when you walked through the gates of the growing muggle city. You checked the address on the letter once more before quickly finding the inn that Sebastian said he would be at later that day. Certainly seemed to be owned by muggles. And what you could tell only muggles were around it, so why meet at such a highly populated muggle spot? You did not get it, and yet you stayed, waiting in an alley with a good view of the inn's doors until it was nearly dark, you had almost given up on him coming when suddenly you heard his voice, it brought butterflies to your stomach and a pooling feeling deep below your gut. You tried to push the feelings away and it helped when you saw Ominis and Anne walk in with Sebastian, your friends, they were all here. You couldn't help but have a small smile on your face. It wasn't a trap. They just wanted to meet in a muggle area so that no one from the Ministry would see you. It was smart. You walked in a few minutes after them and walked to the desk. A chubby muggle woman smiled at you from behind it.

“Hello, welcome to the Henford Inn. How may I help you?” she asked

“I am here to visit a friend, he just checked in, Sebastian Sallow.” the lady looked down at the parchment in front of her and she nodded.

“Of course Mr Sallow is in room four. Have a lovely day.” You stepped away from the counter and down the hallway. The doors each had numbers on it. You walked to the end of the hall and there on the final door said room four. You knocked and moments later the door opened and there he stood, his brown hair messy like it always was after he woke up and was late to Professor Sharps potions class. All you wanted to do was touch it, to comb back those curls.

“Y/n/” he said, pulling you out of your thoughts. He sounded a little surprised. He had only a white button up undershirt on and loose gray trousers.

“Hi Sebastian.” You gave a small wave. He invited you inside the room and he closed the door shut very abruptly behind you.

“No need to shut the door like that, we are in no hurry, love, we have all night.. Unless we are about to strip to our underpants like we are in the undercroft as seventh years just to feel each other up…” You started to laugh, turning around to stare at Sebastian, he had aged rather well, a small scruff of a beard on his chin, his eyes just like how you remembered them.

“It is just us two in here, yes? Ominis and Anne have their own room I imagine?” Sebastian nodded and you continued to murmur on about the two of them and how you always knew they would end up together. You stopped talking realizing you were rambling, instead of talking more you turned to him, walking forwards wrapping your arms around his neck. If there was one thing you missed about living alone it was the lack of human contact. You wished you could stay in the hug smelling Sebastian's undershirt forever. Sebastin paused for a moment before wrapping his arms around your waist hugging you just in the same way you were hugging him. Like two old friends reuniting again after many years. You looked up, he had gotten so much taller than when you were kids.

“Come here..” You whispered as you placed a hand on his cheek pulling him down into a kiss. It was rather unexpected for the both of you, but after a second Sebastian kissed back. His lips were so soft and it was just like how you remembered it. Your hands moved up and down his clothed chest, mouths still attached, his hands started to creep under your ass only to stop when he grabbed two hefty handfuls. You gasped as he squeezed. You pulled away from the kiss and taking a step backwards only to brush against something that certainly wasn't supposed to be in this room. You looked down there was nothing but you had definitely felt something. Your hand moved as quickly as it could to pull your wand out, in the process you pulled away from Sebastians grasp.

“Revelio.” you wooshed your wand and suddenly two people, a boy and girl who were wearing the clothes that you had just watched Ominis and Anne walk in wearing. Polyjuice, of course your friends weren't here. Was that even Sebastian you just kissed? No it had to be, he smelled exactly like him.

“Sebastian what is the meaning of this…” You paused your wand facing the two of them crouched on the floor. That's when it hit you you had seen those two before in the daily prophet they were high ranking aurors. It was a trap.

“Oh…I see you brought me up here to kill me, didnt you?” You asked, staring at Sebastian as he held his wand out facing you. You backed away from the three of them, you could see the slight glimpse of fear in Sebastian's eyes, you knew that he didn't want to do this, not to you.

“We aren't like you, we don't kill people!” The auror who had been dressed like Ominis spoke. Him and the other auror in the room had their wands pointed at you as well. They had already stood up from where they were on the floor. You closed your eyes for a second. How dare he dress like Ominis. How dare they both pretend to be your friends. The anger in you grew before it snapped and you reopened your eyes black and red swirls started to circle around you and the color of your eyes faded into a dark blood curdling red. You grunted and swung your wand upwards tossing fake Ominis into the air and in one quick move forced your wand downwards slamming him down into the floor with the power of a thousand thestrals behind it. if the impact didn't immediately break his neck then the pain would leave him imobile and the internal bleeding would kill him eventually. You were not done yet as you swung your wand to the auror on the other side of Sebastian. The one that had been disguised as Anne. Your eyes only glanced at Sebastian for a second, why had the brown haired man done nothing yet?

“Expelliarmus.” The aurors wand flew out of her hand and you glared at the auror before bolts of red lightning struck around your wand.

“Crucio!” you casted watching the auror fall to the ground. Your gaze was then fixed on Sebastian as the auror cried out in pain. Screaming for the pain to stop. Her screams could probably be heard outside the room but you didn't care let all the muggles run in no one could stop you…except…those dark brown eyes that you knew were watching you in horror.

“I remember when you taught me that. The pain I was in when you casted it on me, Merlin, was it unbearable. Like a thousand needles poking deep into every pore and at the same time like you had been cast out into a pool of lava, burning alive…” You paused for a moment only to start to laugh covering your mouth with one hand as you walked towards the suffering auror.

“Don't worry I will put you out of your misery.” The knife stashed in the belt on the side of your waist was quickly pulled out and you ever so gently slit the throat of the auror her body already crumbled on the floor now grew lifeless. Her blood leaked into the brown carpet of the room. The warm red substance now soaking and staining your hands as you continued to laugh hysterically. They were all so weak. No one could stop you! You then started to turn to still see Sebastian not having moved an inch his eyes fixated on you. You started to speak again.

“I always thought you would be the one to fall off the bandwagon of good, a Slytherin with an intense interest in the dark arts as a early teen, and yet here you are an auror just like your bastard of an uncle. Speaking of him your hands are stained with just as much blood as mine..to be fair if you had not killed him that day I certainly would have for all the shit he put you through.” You tilted your head still staring at Sebastian. But then the situation started to set in and you started to realize he lied to you. Your gut had told you this was a trap to get you caught and you fell for it.

“You lied to me, Sebastian, wanting to meet with me…using our friends as an excuse…How could you.” You stood over the dead body of the female auror.

“My friends. I used my friends not yours…I might have lied, but it was for the good of wizardkind. How could you do this y/n..you were so kind to the animals and people at Hogwarts…our professors they thought you would go far, maybe even head of the ministry but…how could you be possible of this..destruction.” Sebastian paused as he looked around the room once more, shaking his head.

“ I didn't believe it at first when they assigned me to you..your wanted posters started to line my office walls when you were careless enough to have left a small boy as a witness. You killed his whole family even their dog but him…you left him he had just been accepted to Hogwarts…he had a future with his family but you stole that from him..your a monster..” you cut sebastian off, you remembered the boy you could not kill because he looked like a certain person standing in this room.

“His father should have paid me what I was owed, my services are not cheap. He knew the consequences if I didn't get the galleons.” you spoke

“So you run a killing business now too? You make money off of other people suffering, you're no better than the ashwinders and the poachers we fought off as kids.” Sebastian exclaimed

“Dont compare me to those amateurs Sebastian, I know what I am doing, and I'm not afraid of the ministries aurors, send them all my way, they are all weak.” You started to walk towards him swinging your wand in little circles. The floor creaked underneath you as you walked. He lied.

“Here I was thinking you were better than them but I guess not. you're just like them, weak. Avada K-” A sudden flashback struck you in that instant, being back at Hogwarts when Sebastian explained to you that the three unforgivable curses just like regular spells won't work unless you truly mean them. It was only a second you hesitated, only for a second and you were cut off by Sebastian casting a spell of his own.

“Incarcerous!” Sebastian shouted as ropes shot out of the tip of his wand wrapping themselves around your body trapping your arms to your sides, your wand falling out of your hand hitting the floor.

“I'm sorry y/n…but you are under arrest by the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the British Ministry of Magic.” Sebastian looked you in the eyes once more before appariting with you in tow. You swear you could have seen tears forming in his eyes when he said those words as he was the one sending his friend to her death to a life sentence in Azkaban.

[hollowwrites]

Blindsided

Part 6

Ominis x MC

Summary - Sebastian, Ominis and Eve visit Anne and surprise her with the ability to visit Hogwarts whenever she likes. They all spend the day together as a little family. 💕

I will not lie this is filler! It’s cute fluffy filler but I debated waiting until the next part is ready! But it’s already soooo looooong!

Hopefully you guys like domestic cutesy bliss!

Again feel free to swap Evelyn with MC or Y/N

Warnings - Mentions of a Mom passing away. (Sorry I wrote about this a lot it helps me personally) all characters aged up 18+

Word Count - 3675

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The train ride to Evelyn’s muggle town was not too far outside of Hogwarts but far enough that walking was not an option. She’d managed to wrangle both Sebastian and Ominis onto the train at the early hours and they now settled into the private cabin for the long journey.

Her eyes settled over Ominis, who had almost immediately took a nap. She sat directly opposite him, his knees trapping hers as the train chugged along its course. It was a common enough experience to see the boys outside of their designated school uniform, but it stunned her every time. Without robes to hide their physique they both sat, unrestricted before her.

Ominis was as dapper as ever. Head to toe in black, his long sleeves folded neatly up his forearms, shirt tucked into his tapered trousers and a tie somewhat lazily wrapped around his neck. She could always tell when he’d tied it himself, it was slightly sloppy, but purposeful. He’d commented multiple times how he hated the feeling of things touching his neck, and whenever a professor turned their back after scolding him for his uniform, he would immediately tug it back to a more casual position. His top bottom lay open, showcasing the muscles in his neck straining against the trains turbulence, his head bobbling around as he slept. Evelyn pulled off her scarf and gently pushed it between Ominiss’ head and the hard casing of the window. He nuzzled into the plush material and she laughed softly at the juxtaposition of his stern crossed arms and stoic face and the quiet hum as he settled against her scarf, a warm smile threatening to tug at the corners of his lips.

Sebastian was significantly more casual than Ominis. His shirt collar lay messily over the top of his jumper, the untidiness carried down as the tips of his shirt stuck out at the bottom. Similar to Ominis, He’d pushed the sleeves of his jumper up so as not to catch on the pages of the book he was reading, lying open across his legs. His forearms flexing slightly as he ripped up his train ticket, eyes darting across the page but not taking in what he was reading.

“What if the conductor needs that?” She joked in a hushed tone.

“Then I’ll obliviate him into forgetting we exist” he said flatly

“Please don’t obliviate any muggles while we’re away” she put her hand on his, stopping him from ripping up any more of the ticket.

“Sorry” he muttered not looking up from his hands “I’m nervous”

“Why? She’s your sister.”

“I haven’t seen her in a while. Unless she writes me I avoid her. Since fifth year I…I worry she doesn’t look at me the same”

“She probably doesn’t” Evelyn shrugged

“Thanks…” he looked up now from under his lashes

“That’s not a bad thing. The things you did, though stupid and wrong, were all for her. And you stopped, for her. She knows this and she loves you for it. Trust me. She misses her brother” she pulled away from him leaning back on the old seats. He thought for a moment before speaking

“Thank you, Vee” he smiled, squeezing her knee “Thank you for taking care of her as well. After Solomon left and- I didn’t know what to do and…Rookwood- If you hadn’t have killed him…” his voice shrank thinking about how bad her pain was. No one would have suspected that killing Victor Rookwood would have mostly severed the connection between Anne and his curse. It was a pleasant surprise for everyone, and a huge contributing factor towards the mending relationship between Sebastian and…everyone.

“Of course” she said matter-of-factly “Solomon was right about one thing before he ran away” her voice heavy with venom “Getting away from Feldcroft, was probably for the best. Besides, I love your sister. She’s like a tolerable you” she flashed him a brilliant smile

“Har har. Now I know why nothing has happened between you two” he jerked his head towards their sleeping companion “it’s impossible to have a sincere moment with you” as her cheeks flushed bright red he shot her smile back, mirroring her own exactly.

She opened her mouth to snap back with something smart and cutting but the little bell above the carriage door tinkled to indicate they were pulling into their station.

“This is us” she chirped before quietening her own voice “Ominis?” She held his shoulder gently giving it a little squeeze “Ominis, we’re here” His eyes fluttered open before smiling upward towards Eve

“Thank you, Sebastian would have just shook me awake” Ominiss’ fingers dusted lightly over her knuckles

“I would never…I was planning on screaming down your ear” Sebastian smirked gathering his things into the small bag he had brought along.

“Beast” Ominis muttered fiddling with the scarf “Can we please not forget that I can’t use my wand-” he muttered “-to get around, someone has to guide me”

“I’ve got you don’t worry” Sebastian hauled their collective luggage onto his back before collecting Ominiss’ arm. “Lead the way, Evie”

The walk from the train station to Evelyn’s hamlet was pleasant. They chatted idly about school, the tournament and quidditch as they went but Evelyn could see that Ominis was visibly uncomfortable, his constant angry expression and the twitch in his hands gave him away. It all bubbled over when they entered the little muggle village and they saw Evelyns home perched upon a small hill. Anne waved at them from a distance and Sebastian, immediately released Ominis and ran to her.

“Sebastian!” He hissed standing perfectly still “you can’t leave me!” He huffed tapping his foot in place contemplating exposing the wizarding world just so he can navigate towards Sebastian to slap him. A cooling set of fingers gripped his bicep and trailed down along his forearm. They linked with his arm at the elbow before gently tugging at him.

“I’m here” Evelyn said “Come, just a few more steps and you’re back to using your wand. You don’t go to the muggle world very often do you?”

“This is my first time actually…without my family” He said much calmer now he was in her soothing presence

“Oh! I wish you’d have said. We could have made this special. I’m so sorry!”

“Don’t be silly, you’re inviting us to your home this is special enough” he placed his free hand over hers on his arm and smiled. He could hear Anne clearly now as they approached the house

“Ah hello you two” Anne strained out as she was crushed by Sebastians embrace. He finally put her down after a moment and they all shuffled inside. The second they passed the threshold, Ominis retrieved his wand and sighed contently, finally able to perceive the world in his own way once more

“So to what do I owe the pleasure of seeing my three favourite people?” She pinched at Ominiss’ cheek and he batted her away playfully “It’s like my birthday and Christmas all rolled into one” she spoke more cheerily than she had in a long time. Cheeks more rosey and full than the last time Eve had saw her. She was looking better and better everyday.

“You haven’t told her?” Sebastian asked

“Told me what?” Anne bounced between everyone

“No I wanted it to be a surprise” Evelyn said holding Anne’s forearms trying to calm her bouncing. But Anne’s excitement was infectious and she just forced her giddy nature upon Eve as well

“What surprise what’s going on?”

“Well…” Eve started, releasing Anne “I managed to pull some strings at the Ministry and at Hogwarts aaAAAaand” Eves sing-songy voice made the boys smile. She opened her satchel to reveal the stone plaque of Ignatia Wildsmith, currently inanimate, resting in her bag. Anne gasped “We can connect my house to the Floo Network. We can smuggle you into Hogwarts”

“Oh Merlin” Anne’s hands flew to her face trying to stop tears from welling in her eyes “You’re all going to be sick of me I’m going to be there all the- ooof” she crunched over slightly at the sudden interruption from her curse. Sebastian shot to her side holding her hand “Honestly it’s not that bad, just too much excitement for today” she smiled as the pain washed away again “See?” Sebastian face was a boiling pot of emotion, happy at how his sister was doing, concern that she was still in pain, embarrassment from his behaviour in fifth year. Ominis could feel the shift in the room, choosing to change the subject than put a downer on the day.

“Come let’s get started installing this” Ominis said and Eve turned towards the fireplace in her front room. Anne’s hand shot to her arm.

“Actually, whilst you’re here, I was kind of hoping you could cut my hair for me? If you don’t mind. I’d ask Seb but he’s a tad wonky”

“I’m right here” he retorted “ah whatever, that’s fine, me and Ominis can go and do manly things whilst you two braid each others hair” he mocked taking Ominiss’ arm before being violently shook off.

“I don’t need your guidance now you Buffoon, I could have died early you just left me…” Ominiss voice faded to mumbles as the two boys started their work in the living room. The cacophony of tools working away and the liberal use of magic emanated from the room as Anne settled into a chair in the kitchen.

“I’ll get some scissors” Eve said making her way up to the first floor

“They’re in my bag, in your mothers room” Anne called up to her

“Your room” Eve corrected

It hadn’t been her Mothers room for quite a few years now. After she had passed, Evelyn spent a year all alone, until her magic started to blossom and Fig had knocked on her door. Since then the room had been avoided causing too many warm and pleasant memories to resurface. Memories, Eve couldn’t always handle lamenting in.

She wasn’t heartless. Evelyn loved her Mother dearly and kept many mementos of her. But the room in which she spent her final months was harrowing to witness. She lost herself in grief if she allowed herself to be in there for too long.

She was almost grateful when Solomon Sallow had left Anne alone. It meant the room could be used again. At the time Anne’s relationship with Sebastian was tumultuous, at best. So when Eve offered Anne her spare room for her to stay, the Sallow Twins both agreed some time apart may help them patch things up. Over the fifth year summer, Eve redecorated the overly floral walls to something a bit more plain for Anne to make her mark upon. Slowly it looked less like her mothers room and more like Anne’s.

Preparing for the hour or so it would take to cut Anne’s hair, Evelyn found a brush and scissors in Anne’s Vanity bag, in her bedroom. When she bounded back downstairs she found Anne rakin her fingers through her hair pulling odd strands out that offended her before Evelyn could stop her.

“Stop” Evelyn scolded slapping her hand away “Do you Sallows have no patience? I’m here now” she began brushing through the brunettes thick hair, carefully placing her hand over the brush to prevent any snags

“No I’m afraid that’s a Slytherin trait. We’re just a big family of impatient-“ she started before hearing shouting from the other room

“Ominis!! I swear to Merlin, if you don’t do something I’m going to-“

“What do you want me to do, Sebastian! You have to tell me…I cannot see!!” Ominis chided loudly, followed by muffled arguing in the other room. The girls giggled.

“I’m glad nothing has changed between the two of them.”

“So they’ve always been like this?” Eve asked separating out her hair and beginning to snip away.

“Oh yes. Sebastian is a brute”

“Not that much of a brute…he was worried about coming here” Eve confessed

“I know” Anne smiled “when he hugged me I could feel him shaking. He’s a big softy always has been. We’re definitely twins in that regard”

“I’ve heard otherwise. You were quite the handful for the first few years of Hogwarts”

“I still AM a handful” Anne laughed defensively “Who says I’m a handful? I bet it was Garlick…or Weasley”

“It was A Weasley” Evelyn teased

“Garreth called me a handful? Oh wait till I get my hands him”

“Don’t threaten him with a good time.” Evelyn giggled as she watched the tips of her ears turn pink “So you like Garreth too huh? We’ll have to fix you two up with a date” Anne turned suddenly snatching the lock of hair from out of Eves hands.

“Don’t mock me, Hollow! You wouldn’t know what it’s like having forbidden love?” She dabbed a handkerchief to her dry eyes, feigning heartbreak “A Slytherin and A Griffindor? We simply cannot be” she turned back in her chair for Eve to continue, wringing the handkerchief in her hands. “He still writes me, you know” she said suddenly sincere “every week” she smiled down at her lap.

“I know, he talks about you all the time. Perhaps you could see him, once we’ve got Ignatia up and running”

“I’d like that” she whispered “Don’t tell Sebastian. He’ll get protective and him and Garreth are close, it’ll make things weird for him”

“I won’t. It could be worse. You could be trying to date his best friend”

“Yes I think you have that covered don’t you?” Anne quipped and the sound a sharp snip rang out as Evelyn twitched.

“What do you mean by that?” Evelyn gulped and feigned innocence

“Oh please, he’s blind not me!! I’ve seen the way you look at Ominis. The way he ‘looks’ at you. It’s like you’re the only thing in the world he can actually see.” She sounded almost romantic before…“it’s disgusting”

“I- Ominis is my best friend-”

“Excuse me?” Anne gasped clutching her heart

“Besides you” Evelyn wrapped her arms around her neck from behind giving her a quick squeeze before continuing on her hair.

“Doesn’t matter if he’s your best friend, clearly you’re attracted to him” Anne continued not letting it go

“…Yes, he’s attractive that doesn’t mean I-“

“So you find him attractive and you get on well with him…I don’t see a problem”

“…he makes me nervous…” Evelyn whispered

“…and?” Anne whispered back mockingly

“I just…I don’t know what to do!!” Finally admitting defeat. She threw her arms up covering her face, scissors still in hand.

“Baby steps, You’re already close just take it that little step further” Annes eyebrows scrunched together in a sympathetic gaze

“I tried that…I kissed him at Crossed Wands-”

“YOU KISSED H-“ Evelyn clamped her none scissor wielding hand around Anne’s mouth

“Shhhhh!!” She hissed “it was only a peck it’s all I could muster” Anne bounced excitedly in her chair “but some Beauxbaton student just bounded over and kissed him too! It took me two years to build up enough courage to kiss his cheek and she just bounces over all bubbly and and and…French and just…does it. I’m hopeless” Eve collapsed to the floor putting her head in Anne’s lap

“I’ve never seen you like this” Anne stroked her hair as Evelyn groaned loudly “it’s cute”

“Come on…” she sighed “Let’s finish you’re hair before I die of embarrassment”

A few hours passed before the boys were finished with Ignatia. Evelyn had hidden herself away in her room fiddling with her and Anne’s laundry. The conversation with Anne had left a pit in her stomach and she attempted to fill it with idle household tasks.

He didn’t like her how she liked him. Right?

There is absolutely no way a man raised in a pure blood family would look even once at a muggle born witch. Even if he stated multiple times how much he disagreed with his families views, some things are just ingrained in a person from childhood.

She racked her brain over past conversations and meetings for any evidence of ‘how he looked at her’. She fell short. Anything she seemed to think could possibly maybe be a show of interest could easily be explained away.

How tender he’d been after she had been cursed? He’d experienced it, he just did what he would have wanted.

His lingering hands on her face after Sebastian interrupted them the night before? He didn’t know what she looked like! If you’d had a best friend for two years and were unable to see them you would linger on their features for any sort of detail.

Their hand holding and constant touches? He needed guidance. Well, he didn’t need it but she offered it willingly and why would he turn down the help? Actually she’d seen him scold multiple people who tried to help him accusing them of finding him incapable. But she was his friend, he’d never speak to her like that! He was a gentlemen. And besides they were friendly embraces. Their fingers never entangled the way she’d seen other infatuated couples do so. It’s was friendly.

She squeezed her eyes shut at the thoughts of Ominis being anything more than her best friend. Her train of thought was interrupted by the knock on her doorframe and the creak of the hinges being pushed open.

“Come in” she called to the door, seeing the familiar glowing tip of Ominis’ wand poking through the crack of the door.

“We’re all done downstairs if you want to come and see” he beamed as he walked into her room.

“I’ll be down soon” she replied curtly. He swiped his wand across the room getting a feel for the new area. Once he’d located her padding over her bed and a pile of clothes, he frowned.

“Are you okay? You’ve been alone for hours and I don’t think I’ve ever felt you so tense. Figuratively-” He walked behind her, placing his hands on her stiff shoulders. He chuckled breathily as he felt her square her shoulders furthering her standoffishness. “-and literally” His thumbs dug softly into the hard planes of her shoulders. He felt her soften somewhat to his touch and she hummed out a tiny noise of pleasure.

No. It’s things like this people read into too much. Anne would say ‘see he’s so attentive to you, clearly he wants you’…but he’s just being a good friend.

His hands did feel wonderful though. And she was being incredibly uptight. Maybe just give in-

No, this is what you were talking about when you said you were taking advantage of him

“I’m sorry” she shrugged him off causing his frown to return “I’m not used to visitors I’m just…I’m trying to make you guys feel at home” she said not completely lying. Though the reason she was so uptight was her previous conversation with Anne, she was being truthful about not having visitors. She’d spent her life as an only child to a single mother, not many people came by her home and having two additional guests as well as her now permanent resident here was…a bit much.

“Don’t be ridiculous. Sebastian has Anne. He’ll feel at home anywhere where she is.” He returned to her side but didn’t touch her. Not until this hard exterior broke down and she returned to normal “and I wouldn’t want this to feel like home”

This.

Some muggle home.

“Oh” she spoke, her bottom lip trembling threatening to betray her emotions.

He heard the faltering in her voice and his eyes widened to what he had said.

“No. No no, that’s not what I meant” his hands flew to her face cradling her cheeks and lifting her face towards him “No you don’t know what my home is like. I wouldn’t want here to feel like home because this is good. This is better than ‘home’ could ever be. You’re here. You’re impossibly better than any manor could be” Still worried he’d said something wrong, he held her face until he felt he cheeks puff out in a faux smile. “Besides, you haven’t cursed me so…” he shrugged “an immediate improvement on Gaunt Manor”

“Haven’t cursed you…yet” she smiled, genuinely this time.

“You wound me”

“I’m sorry…I’m a mess today” she rubbed violently at her face and groaned “Sometimes it’s tough being back here…I thought I could handle it but everyone being here…it’s…a lot. I just need some space” she huffed

“I can leave you if you’d like” he whispered

“No” she muttered realising the last thing she wanted was to be alone arguing with herself. He smiled releasing her face. Her skin felt cool without the heat of hands. It was unfair how she was treating him all because Anne had called everything to question. Better to forget the whole conversation happened and to go back to normal. What had Ominis said that night in the common room?

‘Get back to being us?’

She can do that.

She reached out to him, placing her hands on either side of his tie. She felt the slow rhythmic beat of his heart under his shirt. So calm and collected, as always.

“Thank you for today” she reached up to him and placed a kiss upon his cheek, no Beauxbatons to ruin it this time. Her hands slide up from his chest to around his neck pulling him down to her in a hug she didn’t want to admit she needed “I’m glad you’re here” she muttered into the crook of his neck. In any other circumstance her breathe upon his neck would have sent his mind into a spiral, but she still felt a little stiff. He was thankful her hands had moved from his chest. His heart now threatening to deafen him in his own ears.

He wrapped his arms around her waist picking her slightly off the floor. She melted into him, finally, and she giggled.

“As am I”

Masterlist

[the-kcm-muggleborn]

Kind For You

Fandom: Hogwarts Legacy

O/C: Sebastian Sallow x Edwart Thompson x Ominis Gaunt ✨️platonic✨️ (My OC)

Warnings: Slight swearing

Word count: 1634

Chapter 3

Part 6

Edwart received an urgent letter from Natty telling him to meet her in the middle of the night. Near some castle, thankfully Nattie did attach directions. So he sneaked out of the Hogwarts grounds and quietly flew his broom.

“I am glad that you received my owl. We need to stay low and remain quiet.”

“Natty. What's going on? Why are we all the way out here?” Edwart said quietly.

“As promised, I did some investigating to find out what Harlow is up to. I followed him to the Hog's Head. I noticed him reading a letter. All I could see was that it was signed by and bore the seal of Victor Rookwood.” She took a long deep breath 

“And one other thing Harlow has mentioned you to his colleagues, they did not mistake you for someone else did they?”

Edwart just got caught in a lie. No choice now but to tell Natty the truth.

“No they didn't, Rookwood and Harlow are after me.” 

“Why did you lie to me?” Nattie was visibly displeased “And what do they want with a Hogwarts student?

Edwart sighed heavily “Because. I haven't known you for a very long time and I..” He stumbled on his words.“I'm sorry. I was told not to tell anyone. And I'm not a very trustful person. Is it necessary I tell you right now?” 

Natsai was clearly disappointed. She shook her head as she explained further.

“That letter is the tangible proof that Officer Singer needs. It is why I followed Harlow here and why I wrote to you. I need your help to retrieve it. We can talk about it later if you'd like. But you can trust me.” 

“Alright. I'll help you find the letter, Natty.” Edwart agreed.

“I'm glad to hear it.” Natty smiled a bit. “First, we must access the castle keep. I'll check the main gate. But I think we have to find another way in. I do not see any guards, but we should still try to be as quiet as possible. Harlow is here after all.”

While Edwart and Natty were quickly sneaking through the castle. Edwart began to think if he should trust Natty or not. Her mother was a Professor and it could expose his and Fig's plans. She was definitely a good person. He was feeling conflicted.

“That is the main keep.” Natty pointed while looking at Edwart.“My guess is that we'll find Harlow and the letter inside.”

“Wait.” Edwart grabbed Natty by hand. “Someone's coming. Quick! Behind there.”

They've both hidden behind a crate when Edwart heard a familiar cheeping. 

 “Gah! Restrain the beast!” Harlow screamed angrily while other poachers were hitting the animal with casts to tame it.

“Shit! Highwing!” Edwart whispered anxiously.

“Do you know that Hippogriff?” Natty looked bewildered. 

“It’s a long story.” Edwart sighed. 

“Very well, new plan.” Edwart looked at Natty surprised. “I get the evidence and you free that Hippogriff. Agreed?”

“Thank you.” Edwart managed to say through slight shock.

“This is our chance. Let's go!” 

Both of them ran out of their cover but only Natty made it through the closing gate.

“Blasted!” Edwart swore to himself "I hope Natty will be okay…”

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Sebastian was exhausted. The events of Feldcroft with Edwart uncovered so many new things, that he felt mentally drained. He fell into his bed face first as Ominis chuckled and said.

“I understand, he told you?” 

Sebastian raised his head a bit to look at his friend sitting in bed next to him with a wand in his book.

“Ah. If only you knew half of it.” Sebastian signed heavily as he turned to lay on his back. “Edwart… Told me. About his past.”

“Oh?” Ominis made an intriguing noise. “About his ability I presume. Or something else?”

“Yes, his ancient magic thing. and yes more. He knew we might talk so he gave me consent to pass that story on to you. I think he might compete with you, for the most hostile place to live I've heard of…” Sebastian joked trying to ease himself at the thought of the traumatic backstory of his friend.

“I'm listening?” Ominis said, raising an eyebrow as he put down his book.

Sebastian started telling Ominis everything that happened today in Feldcroft to the point of finding the triptych in the Undercroft. Telling Ominis about the tragic story of their mutual friend.

“Merlin's beard…” Ominis said under his breath with a concerned face. “I’m simply out of words… but his distrust for a Hufflepuff makes more sense now.”

“I guess. Do you think he said everything there is?” Sebastian asked

“I don't. He always finds a way to surprise us.” Ominis chuckled.

“True. He volunteered to help me with finding a cure for Anne. You know what that means Ominis. With his ability and you being Salazar Slytherin's descendant, we could really find a cure. Don't make me beg.” Sebastian pleaded.

Ominis just shook his head. “Already told you, Sebastian. No. Whatever cursed Anne was connected to Dark Arts. I will not meddle in it again. I will help you with anything else but not with finding the scriptorium.”

“But there's a chance-” Sebastian tried again but Ominis interrupted him. 

“I said no Sebastian.” And he went back to his book, ending the conversation as Sebastian brooded and muttered under his breath like a child…

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It took Edwart quite a while to find Highwing. But she wasn't alone. There was another Hippogriff next to her. Chained to the ground. Edwart fought through his slight fear towards such a big animal so he threaded carefully.

“Highwing. It's all right. there we go.” He cooed as he ruffled her feathers. “We’re calm. I am calm. We have to go okay? I’ll help you.” 

As if she understood him she chirped happily at Edwart and let him climb her.

“There you are!” Natty finally appeared. 

“We have to go!” Edwart spoke, shaking slightly. 

Natty used an Alohamora to free both Hippogriffs. Just then Harlow and the Poachers showed up. That's when Highwing decided it was time to fly.

She grabbed Natty by her arms and dropped her perfectly onto the other Hippogriff. That's when Edwart and Natty heard “Avada Kedavra” which set chills down their spines as a green long spell flew to their side. Thankfully it didn’t hit either of them. Natty seemed to have the time of her life. That's when Edwart first saw that famous Gryffindor Bravery.

As they were lowering to land, a sun was starting to peek out through the nearby mountains announcing the start of another day. Edwart was grateful it was a Saturday morning.

“How exciting!” Natty laughed.

“I'm glad you had such a good time.” Edwart said, shaking with “I wasn't sure we were going to make it out alive.”

“There was no need to worry. I had it all under control.” Natty said, still giggling.

Edwart shot her an unconvinced face, he signed as Natty continued more seriously now. “I will say I did not expect to see him cast the Killing Curse at us. He won't forget this. Be on your guard.”

“Of course. What did the letter say?”

“First can you finally tell me the story of why are Harlow and Rookwood after you? Don’t think I’ve forgotten.”

“Blasted.” Edwart thought. “I don't feel safe telling her everything.” He decided to play it differently.

“Fine, they're after me because of something I found in Gringotts with Professor Fig.”

“When were you in Gringotts?” Natty asked, clearly surprised.

“Just before the sorting ceremony. I found something they want that is very valuable and could give Rookwood and Harlow great power. That's why me and Professor Fig are working together. To try and destroy it.” Edwart lied. He hated doing that. But he had no choice. He didn't trust Natsai yet. He wanted to tell her. But thinking about how long it took him to trust and finally tell Sebastian and Ominis even though Professor Fig told him to keep quiet. It wouldn't be fair. To either of them.

“Hm… I understand.” Natty replied thoughtfully. “The letter said that Rookwood's looking for a phoenix. Not sure where he will find one.” Natty chuckled “It also included Harlow's orders to inspect that castle for the poachers. Thank you for your help. This should be enough to connect Harlow to the crimes. I shall deliver the letter to Officer Singer. She'll have to do something when she sees it.”

“I’m glad to have helped you.” Edwart smiled shyly.

“Now,” Natty said with a bright smile. “Tell me, where did you meet these Hippogriffs?”

Edwart chuckled. “I’ve met Highwing before. Poppy introduced us.”

“Poppy Sweeting knows a Hippogriff?” Natty laughed, “Of course she does. She will be relieved to know that Highwing's safe. Looks like I came to the right person for help.”

“Oh. I am always at your service. Whenever you need me to help you, Rob some poachers.” Edwart joked light-heartedly. 

“My mother will be worried. I must go. Seek me out soon. I shall have much to tell you.” Natty chuckled and with that, she flew away on her brown hippogriff.

Edwart was loving this. He could run into danger. But he was so glad Natty wasn't aware of his special ability. This made him feel a little bit more like a regular student… but then he remembered he was sitting on Highwing…

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Thank you so much for reading Part 6. Two more to go! As some of you have probably understood, this takes place the same day Feldcroft trip does. Ah Natty! such a well written female gryffindor. And a comeback of Highwing! (actually found a perfect giff for it!) Edwart finally befriended Higwing. People who read everything are aware of how afraid he was at first. She's slowly growing on Edwart. I still haven't done her side mission with that Archie kid, but I will in Chapter 4. Sorry for her fans:)

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Theme: Fluff, nsfw, some kissing, nudity, minors not allowed.

Victor Rookwood x F!Reader

Warning: unedited, sexual content (light), verbal language

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Ft. Victor Rookwood, Poppy, Natsai, and MC

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After the battle between MC and Ranrok. Amaya still continued to do what she did best. Defeat the renaming goblin loyalists. Raid poacher camps and attack ashwinders. The only thing that changed was the fact Victor ran off into hiding. Unable to find him except for Harlow with the help of Natty. Before she did have a slight crush on the man. Who didn’t? But she knew he was an enemy. Someone she could never be around.

Now it has been two years. She was in her seventh year at Hogwarts. She grew up. Matured. Still stubborn of course. She was more perceptive of her surroundings. On occasion if her friends were to tag along. Which she tried to avoid as much as possible.

She stood inside the forbidden forest that night. Hearing sightings of a man wandering the forest from the people of Hogsmeade. She had her wand out, her ears open to listen. The crunching of leaves beneath her boots.

“You know…it isn’t safe for a woman like you to be out here.” MC pointed her wand in the direction of the voice. “Come out! Now!” In the shadows, he appeared. Wearing his familiar top hat. His familiar physique stood before her. He gave her a smug look. His black and gray stubble on his face. “Rookwood! So we meet again..” MC sneered at him. He narrowed his eyes. Looking the woman up and down. He chuckled, his voice raspy as he spoke. “Now if it isn’t the girl…that took everything from me.” MC scoffed, “As if I take everything from you!” He shouted back, “You took my home! You took the repository that was rightfully mine!” He stepped closer to her. His wand gripped in his hand. His jaw clenched as his breathing became heavier. “I stole nothing from you, Rookwood!” He pointed his wand at her, he stared at her. Looking at her more as the moonlight hit her face. The subtle features that hid behind the loose strands of hair. She shot a spell at him, “Bombarda!” He fell onto the ground with a grunt, quickly getting back up on his feet. She spun on her heel and started to run. She didn’t watch where she was going as the tree branch caught on her uniform blouse. Ripping it slightly. Exposing some of her cleavage. Victor chased right after her. Finally she got to a clearing, the lake near Jackdaw’s Tomb. Staring down at her reflection. Victor finally catches up to her, “You are just a child!” MC shouted back, “I am not a child! I am a woman! I am not that weak child I was back then! I defeated Ranrok!” Victor growled under his breath, “Don’t speak his name again!” MC stepped closer, “Make me!” VIctor stepped closer to her. His face inches from her, he grabs her by the throat. Pinning her to the wall and his lips crashed against hers. A fire lit inside them. Something that was hard to explain. Her hands wrapped behind his neck. His hands gripped the sides of her hips. His one hand glided down the back of her thigh. His lips aggressively moved to her neck. Leaving nibbles and marks on her. She let out a soft puzzled moan. Her leg hoisted up to the side of his hip. His other hand traveling down to her inner thigh and feeling the sensitivity under the undergarments. Close to the entrance that was in between her legs. The feeling of how moist she had become in that sudden moment between them.

She shoved him off, “Enough! I can’t do this. I can’t be here.” As she fixed herself. Looking down at the bulge that was poking from his pants. She picked up her wand and with a crack she was gone from the forest. Returning back to Hogwarts. Victor smiled from where he was. He whispered in the open air, “We shall meet again…under…a better circumstance, my dear.”

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After that day, for the past few weeks, various gifts arrived for MC. Necklaces, treats, healing elixirs, anything that made any person blush. She even became infatuated with this mysterious stranger. Poppy and Natty sat beside her as a letter came in for her. “What is it, MC? Is it your secret admirer again?” Poppy enjoyed seeing the gifts since it brought more excitement to Hogwarts. She opened the letter and began reading it,

My little nightingale,

Each day, I watch you. I think of you each day and night. I hope you enjoy the gifts I have given you in these last few weeks. And the wait is finally over. There is a masquerade ball coming up. I hope to see you there.

S.A

A masquerade ball? Mc looked up from the letter and looked over at Poppy and Natty. "Do we have a masquerade ball?" Natty nodded, "Yes. We have it for the next couple weeks. It has been going on for a while. Now that we will have one, do you not have a dress or a mask?" Mc gasped, "oh merlin! I need to get a dress and a mask!" As she stood up and ran off towards hogsmeade.

The night of the masquerade ball came, Mc was anxious as she was against the wall of the great hall. She wore her mask over her face. Only her lips can be seen and her eyes. In the shadows behind her, a figure placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"You look absolutely beautiful this evening…" the voice spoke out. She turned around and saw the man wearing formal attire. His mask covered most of his face. A skull mask that left only his lip and chin revealed.

"Are you…my admirer?" Mc spoke out softly. He extended his hand to her. Placing a soft kiss on the back of her hand.

"Indeed I am. May I have this dance?" As he bowed slightly, her hand gracefully went in his hand. He was definitely charming.

As they danced the night away. His hand was on her waist and holding her hand. Her free hand was his shoulder. Enjoying themselves as she smiled up at him. "You are a really good dancer. I'm glad none of us stepped on each other's toes." Mc giggles as she twirled around in his grasp. The admirer smiled, "I learned from the best and now I'm showing it off to you. Shall we walk in the garden, my lady?" She nodded, taking his hand. "Yes please. I would love that."

Inside the garden, they walked over towards the bench. They both sat down together. Her hand is still holding his. "Tonight was wonderful. But I would wonder who you are behind the mask." The admirer shook his head, "Patience my dear. I'm going to have to keep this mask on a little longer." She nodded, "I understand.." She looked down at her lap and sighed softly. He took her chin. His fingers gently caressing her cheek. Leaning forward and kissing her lips softly, warm to the touch. When they pulled away. She looked up at him, his hands still on her face. "If you ever need me, think of me. And I'll be there…no matter where I am." He stood up from the bench, and let go of her hand. "I will miss you.." she said softly as she watched him leave. Before he apparated away, he bowed slowly, "I will miss you.." Then he left.

As the days went by, all she could think of was that night at the ball. Her fingers tracing over her lips. She walked aimlessly through the forbidden forest. Overhearing that poachers were abducting unicorns. She stopped behind a tree. Watching as two poachers were caging up the unicorns. One had a foal.

"Oh no…" she whispered. But what caught her off guard, was the poacher that appeared behind her. Grabbing her wand from her grasp and tossing it. "Now you have nothing! We got you now." The poacher laughed menacingly. Gripping her by the throat and dragging her towards the small clearing. The other two poachers grabbed rope and tied her down. She remembered, she closed her eyes and thought of the admirer.

Help…I need..help. I've been ambushed

A moment later, a figure appeared and took down the three poachers. When mc looked over and saw who it was. She went wide-eyed. "Victor?" The poacher he was holding gasped for air. He looked over at her and back at the poacher. "Release the unicorns at once!" The Poacher staggered up, "but boss?" Victor went to his face, "I said now!" The poacher began releasing the unicorns. Victor came up to Mc and knelt beside her. "Are you alright? Any injuries?" Mc shook her head, "No…but..you. you are my admirer?" Victor sighed deeply and nodded, "Yes…w..when I'm with you. I feel different. I feel as if time is meaningless. I regret all the things I've done. I want to change. For you." He looked over as the poacher had finally left. Looking back at her as he gently took her hands, "Forgive me?" She stood up eventually and looked at him. Leaning forward and softly kissing him.

Inside the bedroom, he held her close. Kissing her gently. His touch on her soft skin was enough to get her going. Her body shuddered from his touch. He placed her on the edge of the bed. Her legs closed together as he leaned forward. His hands on both sides of her outer thighs. His lips kissed ever so lightly on her neck. Her head tilted to the side to give him access. His right hand went up her skirt. Hiking it up enough to give him access to her undergarments. Slipping them off slowly.

“Victor…Please..don’t tease me. I want this as much as you do.” She begged, her moans suppressed into his neck. Her one hand on her shoulder while the other was holding herself on the edge of the bed. He looked at her with a seductive glimmer in his eyes. His voice low with a half smile, “As you wish..” With a swift motion, her undergarments were gone. Her skirt unbuttoned quickly. He grasped her white blouse and ripped it off. “Don’t worry…I will buy you a new uniform.” He whispered before passionately kissing her. Her hands went to the belt buckle quickly. His thick member sprung out. Happily awaiting to be inside her. He hoisted her up and lifted her. Her arms wrapped around his neck. Her body pressed against the wall. His cock's pre-cum oozing slightly as it was at her entrance. His hands held her legs to his side as he slid himself in with force. Her moans were muzzled into the crook of his neck. Each hard pelvic thrust into her core kept going. It was what she imagined it would be. He growled into her ear as his hips bucked, feeling the warm moist walls that surrounded him. “Merlin…you feel good, my sweet.” Her nails dug into his shoulders. Their moans echoing throughout the room. Her lower abdomen began to heat up, a flame igniting inside her womb. His seed filled her insides whole, hearing him growl in her ear as they both climaxed together.

They laid together in the bed, her head resting on his chest. Her fingers tracing over his chest and arm. His arms wrapped around her, holding her close.

“So you want to take over the world?” Victor asked her, joking of course. Just to tease the ‘Hero’ of Hogwarts. She looked up at him and laughed, “No. Victor, that's not how it works.” She yawned a bit as she nuzzled into him. “Well as long as you are by my side. I wouldn’t have it any other way. How does that sound?” Victor asked her, a loving smile on his face. She nodded, “That I don't mind.” They fell asleep next to each other. Her soft breathing near him put him at ease.

“I love you, MC…only you will make me a better man.” He whispered before falling asleep.