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Love is a... | Sebastian x MC

Header image (Sebastian): @starrysallow ✦ 5,439 words ✦ NSFW content (MDNI) ✦ unnamed female MC (no use of y/n), estranged friends to lovers, mild physical confrontation, some angst, oral, masturbation, p in v, tw: choking ✦ Inspired by "Love is A..." - PVRIS ✦ Read it below the cut or on AO3

Events following catastrophe were called fallout for a reason. Oftentimes it wasn’t the disaster itself, but the particles of pain that amassed the body counts, thrown to the heavens and scattered. What goes up, must always come down.

After killing Solomon and being pardoned outside of a court of magical law, based on friendship and honesty at the decision of his closest two friends, Sebastian was never the same. He stopped regular class attendance, prioritized unhealthy friendships, and frequented the restricted section even more. 

She worried, constantly, but each attempt to reconnect and rekindle had been dodged and ignored. Her poor owl probably thought her a right lunatic with the amount of return post that accumulated next to her bedside.

It was as if he breathed in strands of that wretched Killing Curse, and his former self was another casualty of that day. 

Distance was the only solution, and weeks bled to months, then years. Hostilities were built, grudges cemented, and relationships wedged. A lifelong friendship built on mutual trust, obliterated by all counts without salvage. 

It hurt her heart, to say the least. Even Ominis insisted on prioritizing Sebastian’s company, solely out of self-flagellating guilt in believing he could have, somehow, prevented all of this. Now, he felt like it was the best means of maintaining Sebastian’s composure, of averting further tragedy. Eventually, the infrequent study sessions and conversations in the Slytherin common room became a thing of the past. The Undercroft’s clockface locking mechanism collected cobwebs, of time lost and friendships standing still. 

She withdrew; the end of her seventh year approached and she was consumed by the quiet, by research, by exams. By any and all distractions that held her focus long enough to neglect her feelings. 

Until one sleepless evening, as she passed the time in the Slytherin common room, tracing shapes in the condensation on the windows looking out into the Black Lake. The sound of footfalls and deep snickers bit her focus and induced an automatic eye-roll, the tells of men being up to no good. She turned her back to the stairwell, opting out of asking what they were up to at one-thirty in the morning.

Nothing great from the sounds of it. The group halted at the bottom of the stairs, whispered amongst themselves, and let out hushed sounds of approval. And then, the last voice she wanted to hear in the middle of the night beckoned her attention.

“Hello.”

Fucks sake, she thought, hearing Sebastian’s unfortunately familiar tone. His cronies chuckled, and worry started to spread uncomfortably in her chest.

“Leave her be, Sebastian.” 

Relief cooled her blood as Ominis chided his best friend. Nothing wary would occur if he was in their company, that was certain; the heir of Slytherin had a quiet but firm reputation that fellow housemates were keen to avoid fucking around near. She turned, and swallowed hard.

Sebastian was a ghost of his former self, having filled out the straight-up-and-down form of his early teenage years. His black button-down could have used a proper resizing, taut at the biceps, the slightest hint of his undershirt peeking through the first buttonhole. Had they maintained a proper friendship still, she might have found him rather fetching. 

But that was off the table entirely, their friendship long past expiration, the unanswered letters like an obituary in itself.

Sebastian crossed the central chamber of the common room, walking with the subtle saunter of liquid courage and bad influence, smirking with a glassy haze in his eyes. 

He stood far too close to her. “I said, hello.” Terse, unyielding. The firewhisky on his breath branded her cheeks, and at this proximity, she was painfully aware of how much taller than her he’d grown. His little band of brothers hung back much to her relief; Ominis stood between them and the tower of darkness, the only one of them with some decorum (and sobriety)

“What do you want?” She muttered, fists balled at her sides to hide their tremble.

Sebastian feigned a hurt expression but it immediately dissolved, replaced with a terrible implication in his grin. “You.”

His audience chortled, save for Ominis, who seemed to be carefully attuned to whatever Sebastian was about to say next. 

She ignored his forward attempt, cursing herself inwardly for how excited it made her feel. “What happened to you?” She wasn't looking for an answer, at least not immediately. She would have preferred he give it some thought, then approach her the next morning with an explanation (and, perhaps, an apology). “What’s wrong with you? Ever since you-”

Chagrined by her prying question, he reacted abruptly, grabbing her by the throat and pushing her back hard against the window.

His friends seemed perturbed by the action, immediately noping out of any involvement and backing out of the room for what they believed was yet to come. Ominis however took a step towards Sebastian, his wand raised, pulsing red. “Release her, Sebastian.” There was an exercised firmness in his voice as if he’d done this before. She wasn't the least bit surprised. 

What was surprising, however, was her arousal. For his hand to be large enough to cup her throat just right, she thought it unfair. His eyes commanded her gaze, nostrils flared and breath hissed over snarled lips. His words bore grit, and punctuation pronounced. “Watch. your. mouth.”

It was no suggestion, about as much room for argument as was left in her airways for oxygen to travel to and from; next to none. Her jugular pounded against the web of his thumb, and his eyelids fluttered, pupils contracting in the earth of his eyes. 

He knew. He bloody well knew how she was reacting, he had to. It shredded her innocence then, flayed it on the rack and flung her into a pit that the bastard dug himself. 

Sebastian’s lip twitched, the corner tugging upwards into a smirk. Fuck him, she thought before speaking her mind, an emphatically sharp remark cutting a web of spit that landed on his chin. It only broadened his grin, as he wiped it away with his middle finger before swiping it with his tongue.

Her sympathies were with Ominis who had to endure this display of power and obstinate threats. “You’re reprehensible, Sebastian!” he warned as a firm hand clapped his shoulder. “Leave her be. She’s gone through enough already without your mistreatments.”

But she didn't want him to leave her be. She wanted him to mistreat her even more, and leave nothing left.

Mercy was given as Sebastian released her, wringing his hand. He narrowed his eyes as she ran off towards the spiral staircase, leaving before Ominis could provide consolation. Only once she was safely out of eye and earshot did she suck in a breath. She winced, a sting of soreness at her swallow, coughing to clear her stuck esophagus.

But that wasn’t what she fixated on. Instead of fear, she felt curiosity. Instead of warnings heeded, she draped his red flags over her shoulders like expensive silks. 

Deceived into tasting forbidden fruit by a fucking snake. She could have laughed if she weren’t so fixated on the abject deploracy of it all. Every detail was ingrained in memory, down to the searing heat exhaled from his nostrils, fanning her décolletage, his inferno blazing.

And still, tears sprung to her eyes as she ran to the only spot she considered would provide some quiet reprieve…

And somewhere she could moan freely without an audience.

Thankfully the greenhouse was left unlocked, most likely by a fifth-year tasked with watering the dirigible plums after dinner and forgot to lock up. She stepped into the classroom, the humidity warmer than the cold dampness of the Slytherin dungeons, and she found a quiet corner to scoot on her bottom out of sight.

Despicable as it was, her digits committed treason and slipped under the waistband of her pajamas, sinning herself, confessing to those immoralities to please with her pleas. Her eyes wrenched shut in concentration as she drew upon her new little devious spank bank, every reaction cycling on a loop as her wrist bones cracked quietly in her panties with the fervour of her ministrations. And as close as she managed to get herself, with the image of Sebastian tattooed on tight eyelids, she almost cursed out loud when the latch on the greenhouse door clicked with movement.

She wasn't alone anymore.

She might have anticipated Ominis following her in hopes of apologizing on his behalf, but she never would have expected Sebastian to be the one stepping into the greenhouse, not after what transpired minutes ago. Perhaps Ominis talked some sense and ordered him to reconcile in person.

He leaned against the door, his hands in his pockets. “I can see you,” He said quietly, gesturing to her slippers poking out of the shadows. “What are you doing over there? Please, can you come out a moment?”

“Or what?” She replied, still trying to steady her breath, the combination of running and masturbating making it draw shallow. “You going to strangle me again if I don't?”

He exhaled, and… pleaded? “Promise I won't. That… I was out of line. You didn't deserve a moment of that treatment, not ever.”

She frowned, not expecting this change of pace whatsoever. She pushed herself up to stand, quickly wiping her fingers on the inside of her t-shirt, shuffling closer to him while maintaining adequate distance. With the enchanted heat lanterns angled at the massive venomous tentacula nearby, his face was washed with a glow that gave him a false sense of innocence. Her heart ached as she looked attentively at her former best friend for more than she had in over a year. “Sebastian,” she began, crossing her arms. “Can we talk about this in the morning? You’re drunk.”

“Not anymore,” he replied. “Ominis gave me a rather sobering talk.”

“Still.”

He sighed. “Please… we’ve gone too long without hashing this out. There’s a lot I need to say, and I’m certain the same rings true for you as well, no?”

She nodded, chewing her lip. It took several heavy seconds for him to continue, weighed down by the breadth of time spent apart. “I want to start by apologizing for how I threatened you this evening. I had a few drinks, and I wasn’t thinking clearly.” Even though it sounded like he was reading from a rehearsed script, his expression was genuine. “It wasn't right to scare you that way.”

If you only knew, she thought, but she wasn’t about to give him the benefit of the doubt. She looked down and focused on the small hole in the toe of her slipper. “It’s fine,” she replied, nodding. “No. I’m alright. Thank you for checking on me.”

Truth be told, she just wanted him to wrap it up so she could rub one out already. She couldn’t think of anything but his hand on her throat, and it was giving her a fuckton of bad ideas. When she looked up again he was eyeing her curiously, and the hint of narrowness in his gaze made her bottom lip tuck between her teeth.

“What were you doing here before I arrived?” 

She wondered, at that moment, if he’d spent his free time studying legilimency. Her nonchalance did not convince him. The tells were there: flushed face, rumpled pajamas, the drawstring tucked into her waistband. Still, she didn’t want him to know that she was fingerfucking herself before his surprise appearance; Merlin knows what that would do for his ego. She played it off. “Just checking the growth progress on my mallowsweet.” 

“You’re still a piss poor liar.” He huffed, though a shadow of a genuine smile made an appearance as he clasped his hands in front of him. He studied her, stepping closer. “I’ll need to be honest with you now, but I only ask that you be honest with me in return.” 

“You weren’t before?” She raised an eyebrow.

“What? No, yes—- I was being honest there, truly.” He was tripping over words, evidently still feeling some of the alcohol in his system. “I won’t lie to you, promise.” 

After consideration, she nodded. “Okay, what is it?” I’m probably going to regret this, she thought, leaning against a crate of potting soil. 

Sebastian’s expression was thoughtful, the space between his brows creased. It appeared as though he were trying to choose the proper words. “Over the past couple of years, we’ve… well, I haven’t been myself.” The halfhearted scoff from her was not lost on him, but he continued. “Ever since, you know… that, happened, I’ve experienced these disturbing feelings, impulses that make me want to do terrible things. I don't know how to describe them, but they’re not inherently good. Ominis believes I’m dealing with guilt, but it’s not so simple. It’s not that direct.”

His quiet intensity doubled down then, and he looked at her. “I’ve wanted to… to hurt you.” His voice softened as he said your name. “I’ve thought of unimaginable things, truly awful acts that made me consider my very sanity. Things that you would never deserve in a thousand years. And they aren't just passing through.” The words seemed to leave a foul taste on his tongue. “They stick around. No one knows about it, because how could I admit such a thing? Even now I’m trying to cast them out. I don't know if it’s some kind of repressed anger that you decided against turning me in, forcing me to live with the consequences of my actions without trial…”

He shook his head. “Sorry, I’m prattling. I just want you to know, this is the reason I’ve been so… distant, with you. It ate me up inside to stay away and it wasn't fair to you without an explanation, but I couldn't trust myself. Even now, or earlier I mean… I don’t know if these thoughts will go away entirely.” Shame settled into his features. “Still, I miss you. I have missed you, and I miss our friendship. I miss…” 

Sebastian blinked for a moment, and before she could interject he was standing right in front of her, hands on the crate behind her. She was locked in, his strong arms a barrier from freedom, but she wasn't about to attempt escape. To do so would mean she couldn't experience him this close, this intense. He towered over her, swallowing, Adam's apple bobbing. “I miss what could have been. Please, be honest with me…” He took her hand then, dwarfing hers. It made her chest tight as he murmured, and the heart was apparent in his words. “Even knowing what I’ve shared, knowing fully well that I want to fight these feelings for you, would you ever… even want, to be friends again?”

Her mouth fell open slightly, the wind out of her sails. The divisiveness in her was tumultuous, warring between slapping him across the face and shouting profanely for the blind selfishness. True that there was deep anger in her heart, but there was also a void that ran deep, a cut that never healed. She looked up at him, let out a sigh, and wrapped her arms around his torso, her face in his chest.

Sebastian was caught off guard, his inhale caught in his windpipe, but he didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around her in return. He held her so tightly she winced, letting out a small groan, but she didn't shy away, hugging him with equal enthusiasm as they swayed with the shared experience of reconnecting a missing piece after far too long. 

“Can you tell me when those thoughts are too much to ignore?” She asked after several seconds, looking up at him, ignoring the heartbeat that skipped attendance as a result. “I don’t want you to leave me again. That… that was the hardest thing to go through. I mean, we did everything together, and then to just, suddenly not…” She sighed. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

His brow furrowed. “Still relentlessly selfless, I see.” He smiled, and when he breathed she was relieved to find his breath no longer carried the smell of firewhisky, instead just purely him. “I swear to you, I’ll never put you in danger ever again. If I need to talk to someone or, I don't know, distract myself. I’d sooner fling myself from the astronomy tower than knowingly cause you harm.”

She nodded, but her mind was ping-ponging an idea around that made her reconsider her sanity. Rationality missed roll call and so when she looked up at Sebastian, when the rest of the world vignetted around him, the kiss happened all on its own. 

And he was just as eager, holding her body close as he consumed in a heat that scalded her resolve. Those fucking hands of his knew precisely where to hold her, where to pull, an indication that he’d imagined this before into his fist under bedsheets. She moaned with a tender kind of tact, fingers laced in his hair, practically pulling him into her petite form.

He parted to catch his breath moments later, cheeks and nose ruddy with blood flush. “This is okay?” His eyes flickered about her face, honing in on any evidence of disagreement in her expression. “I promise I won’t be rough with you, I--”

“Sebastian,” She murmured, tracing his clavicle as she spoke. Time to come clean. With any luck, he wouldn't be horrified of her. “I… I liked it… when you choked me.”

Brown eyes blinked, and she could practically see the cogs in his head struggle to make a full rotation around her admission. “You… you enjoyed that? But--”

“I loved it.” 

His lips parted then, and she saw a new look in his eyes. Perhaps this was what he sought to keep buried from her and yet here she was, laying in the very mound of dirt he turned up. 

So much is communicated in their gaze. His expression changes, and the paradigm shifts. “Yeah?” His voice has a hint of heat, a sample of what is to come, and the way he comes to terms with this burned slowly in her belly. “You like rough stuff?”

Her face flamed. “I-I never knew… But when you…”

The thought clicked then, and he tilted his head. “…what did you say you were doing in here, again?” 

“…I didn’t.” 

A slow smirk of understanding spread and remained in place, even as his lips crashed into hers. He kissed her with more insistence this time, harder, more ragged breaths than taking her breath away. Sebastian leaned into it, teasing her with his words. “What a little imp you are, scurrying off to rub one out. I’m surprised you didn’t go to your dormitory, where I wouldn’t be able to find you, left to your own devices…”

She gasped as those tactile fucking hands of his settled at her hips, fisting the waistband of her pajamas so hard the woven texture and seams of the fabric left indentations on his palms. Her hands were put to good use then as well, attempting to unbutton his shirt without breaking their kiss, a feat in itself considering how little thought was in her brain regarding anything that wasn’t connected to his body. Sebastian resumed his little wordplay while she untucked his shirt from his trousers. “Someone’s eager, aren’t we?”

“Shut up,” she muttered, and he chuckled while swatting her hands away from his nearly open shirt, grabbing and hoisting her to sit on the crate. Her legs snapped open immediately and Sebastian let out the most beautiful breathy groan, leaning into her as his lips descended the column of her neck. The humidity of the greenhouse gathered a whisper of perspiration along their brows, but the heat between them was something else entirely. Finally undoing his shirt in her conquest, it fell from his shoulders and she couldn’t help but drink him in. “Sebastian, you’re…”

He seemed a touch vulnerable at that moment, but it faded lightning fast as he grabbed the hem of his undershirt and pulled it over his head.

Her brain was rendered a useless mound of matter as she ran her hands over his defined chest, her eyes darting to the enticing trail of hair that disappeared into his trousers. 

“Fuck,” she breathed, and her intrigue spurred him on, fed the deviant within. His hand slid up her torso, deliberately over a braless breast, settling to hold her throat. The other, however, buried between her legs and cupped her mound from over her pajamas. 

The sound she made was positively primal, and she crushed her bottom lip between her teeth as he applied pressure, rubbing his fingers in devastatingly slow circles that made her hips buck. He leaned in close to her ear as she whimpered, nipping a lobe. “That's my girl… sing for me.” 

So she did, letting the moans out freely as he tightened his grip on her neck. Her back arched as his thumb pressed into the side of her throat, and the sensation made her acutely aware of her heartbeat. It throbbed in her head and her sex, her mouth agape as his dark eyes watched her reactions, and the wicked grin he gave her pronounced his excitement. “You like that?” He asked, voice hoarse and low, laden with lust. “You like how I touch you like this?”

She nodded eagerly, trying to control the friction between her legs with more measured motions, and he obliged with enough pressure that her wetness began to wick through the fabric, ample and abundant. “Merlin, you’re already so wet for me.” The way he spoke to her was nothing short of sinful, his voice reaching a lower pitch she’d never heard before. He sped up, letting her rock into his palm as he varied the pressure on her carotid. She could come just like this, pathetic and whining and without having taken any clothing off yet. 

Sebastian seemed intent on making sure she did just that. He leaned down to mouth a nipple from over her thin t-shirt, pulling another beautiful sound of pleasure from her mouth. The cotton wet with his lips around her pebbled peak and it throttled her impending orgasm. Her moans ascended in pitch, and just as she came the hand on her throat loosened. Her climax rocketed through her then, echoing sharply off the glass panels of the greenhouse, and if anyone were in the immediate proximity they would surely know it wasn't the sound of a mandrake that wriggled loose from its pot. Thighs spasming and tight to his sides, she rode out her release against his hand, the soaked crotch of her pajamas goading him on. 

His mouth disconnected from her, capturing her lips in an almost desperate kiss, despite the confidence in his tone. “You’re beautiful when you come for me,” Sebastian purred, and he finally pulled off her shirt, baring her chest. His quiet exhale signaled his enjoyment. “Fuck, look at you…”

“You like what you see?” She found her voice mingled with a new sense of boldness as she palmed her breasts for him, giving him a rightful show. Sebastian uttered an expletive to voice his approval and eagerly claimed her lips in a breathtaking kiss as he undid his belt. 

“God, yes,” his response was airy and rough. “Look what you do to me…”

And look she did, as he untucked himself from his underwear, practically twitching with the reflex of his abs clenching, his cock so hard it could crush diamonds to dust. She bit her bottom lip as he palmed his member, a groan born deep in his chest as she scooted off the crate and sunk to her knees in front of him, the cobblestone floor biting her joints. His cock bobbed at the most beautiful fucking sight he ever saw, and with an eager grasp at his base, she took the tip past her lips.

Sebastian’s head lulled back as he let out a quiet “unh,” drawn out once she slid the rest of his length into her mouth. She took his wrists then, bringing them behind her head, and his body knew precisely what to do as his fingers combed through her hair. With an abrupt thrust, he pushed deep into her eager mouth, and the moan that vibrated around his girth was all the encouragement he needed to repeat the motion. He imparted a slow, but intense pace, and she kept up with a slacked jaw and willing tongue. His cock glistened as it slid past her lips, a delicious mix of her saliva and his precum dribbling down her chin as she let him fuck her pretty mouth. The tip hammered the back of her throat and the sound she made to suppress her gag reflex stirred something in his chest, as if the nature of his ability to determine true love had some dirty little kinks of its own. 

Then again, looking down into her eyes, gone glassy with the effort of her fellation, he had to wonder. 

She didn't offer much room for second thoughts as she bobbed forward, taking him to the very base and then some, her nose pressed into the tufts of hair at his pubic bone. He held her there as she swallowed around his cock, her throat clenched as she sucked hard. With her airways constricted her breath was caught with nowhere to go and she properly choked, her face going red. Sebastian had never experienced something this intense, and he panted with balled fists in her hair to pull tightly. 

His hips snapped, withdrawing from her mouth as she sucked in a breath, so quickly that she coughed from the rush of air. “While I’d love to keep fucking your mouth,” he grinned, and she swore she saw the devil himself, “I need you to come around my cock while I choke that pretty little throat of yours.”

His words were music to her ears. She obliged, and he pulled her up by the hair to stand again, attacking her lips, all teeth and tongues. His fingernails scratched her hips as he wrenched her pajama bottoms down, her panties joining them at her ankles before he lifted her onto the crate again. The wood scraped her bottom but she had no room to protest as his cock commanded her attention, dragging deliciously between her puffy folds. “Sebastian, please,” she mewled almost pathetically, angling her hips in hopes of slipping him in on her own. 

“Oh sweetheart,” he sighed softly, “you’re so wet…”

An unexpected moment of tenderness claimed his senses then and he looked up, their gazes meeting, hearts swelling. He cupped her cheek, swiping a spot of spit from her chin as he leaned in to kiss her with a softness that he wasn't accustomed to. For all the pain he’d known, for all the darkness that stained his being, she was the safe space to embrace. 

And he dare not let go of her. Not again. Not ever.

Her name fell from his lips as he slid inside of her. She hissed quietly as she acclimated to his length, testing his girth with a tightness that sent shivers up her spine. He rolled his hips, and she faced the heavens.

Sebastian was an intense lover, she discovered, his forehead pressed to hers as he fucked her deep, rocking on her ass with his eager motions. She was keen to contribute, her legs pretzeled around his waist, hands gripping his biceps for support, holding on for the ride of her life. Her plush warmth enveloped his cock, a silken heat that pulled him in. Their pace was perfection, enough to build their pleasure without losing traction. 

“Mm, here.” He scooped her up at the bottom, carrying her effortlessly to a nearby workstation, gesturing her to lay her back on the desktop. “I wanna see all of you…”

He grabbed her hips with an almost bruising firmness and continued to fuck her on the workstation, watching his cock pump in and out of her, and she realized with a soft chuckle why he’d chosen this specific desk. No doubt this was a slight dig at her previous crush during their third year, Leander fucking Prewett, when Sebastian had caught them snogging outside the entrance to their common room. He’d teased her relentlessly for it, and now she had half a mind to wonder if it was a little crush of his own developing back then. His wicked grin implied they were on the same page. “You little shit,” she chuckled, but it cut off as he slammed inside, pulling an especially loud moan from her. No room for Gryffindor thoughts in this snake pit. 

Sebastian’s gaze darkened with lust, his hair tousled along his forehead. One of those perfect hands claimed her throat as he shrouded her. “Yes,” she rasped, and he clasped firmly, squeezing precisely where he had to to get her heart thundering through her temples. She realized then, as her pulse became dangerously loud behind her ears, that he was timing his thrusts to her heartbeat. Her back arched with the increased pace, a symphony of gargled moans singing his praises as she quickly ascended the peak of an approaching climax. “Sebastian, I’m—I’m close…”

“I know,” he replied, unyielding in his motions. The edges of her vision greyed, and before she could protest the impending blackout, he eased his grip. At the precise moment that oxygenated blood returned to her brain, she came hard around his cock, hollering his name as she convulsed on the desk. Sebastian didn't stop, however, chasing the tails of his release with reckless abandon, hips pistoning so hard the table jostled and scraped against the floor. When he did come he punctuated it with a growled expletive, holding his hips flush to hers as her spent, quivering sex milked him for all he could give. 

He collapsed onto her chest, kissing her sternum between shallow breaths. “You felt so, so good,” he whispered, craning his neck to offer breathless kisses as she cradled his head adoringly. She gestured to sit upright and he pulled out, sooner than he’d wanted, but he could tell by her soft groan that the firm surface had to be brutal on her spine. 

Instead, she held him, melting into another appreciative kiss. “As did you. That was… I never knew it could feel like that.”

Sebastian chuckled, nosing her cheek with affection. “Perhaps I shouldn’t have left you alone after all.”

Her smile faltered, and he caught the echo of pain behind her eyes. “Sorry, I… I should have talked to you about this sooner. I was wrong to have shut you out this way. I was only trying to ensure your safety.” His thumb brushed her bottom lip. “I’ll make it up to you, for lost time.”

“You better,” she grinned again, this time with fondness as she brushed the bangs back from his forehead. “And, maybe… we can keep exploring these new enjoyments together. Perhaps by letting you indulge in some rougher activities, it will help.”

Sebastian nodded slowly. “You’d want to do that for me?”

“Of course I would,” She replied without hesitation. “What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t offer my assistance?”

A strong brow raised at that, and he smirked. “Oh, is this currently what you would define as friend behaviour between us?” he gestured to their naked forms, flushed pink with post-sex afterglow, glistening with a sheen of sweat. “Merlin, you’ve become awfully chummy.”

She rolled her eyes, thanking him wordlessly as he helped put her shirt back on before retrieving his own. “So you’re assuming I’m you’re girlfriend now or something?”

“Will you?” 

She caught it; fleeting, but there nevertheless, a fond expression that brought back memories of his younger years, a boyish charm that captured her heart long ago. Her Sebastian was still living, hidden beneath layers of tarnish and grime, but certainly there, and she would polish him back to his original splendour and shine. She nodded, and they made plans to meet again sooner rather than later because later was an awful prospect in this touching moment of reunion.

She left the greenhouse with his hand in hers, a changed woman, gladly leaving the bodies of their former selves on the floor, all akimbo and forgotten, a distraction for the pain of the past to feast upon, releasing them from the confines of their creation.

Love is a murder, after all.

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[pandanscafanfiction]

Tried something new today.

For all those interested ❤️

Pairing: Leander Prewett/female!reader

Summary: Leander has just won his first professional quidditch season post-Hogwarts. He has a lot of leftover adrenaline to work out and your body is the perfect receptacle.

Tags: Aged-up characters, post-hogwarts, vaginal sex

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[surrowndedbylights]

I'm Always Free To Run Home (No Matter How Far I've Gone) by fearlesslarrie28

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Chapters: 1/?

I want to say a huge thank you to @freyaforestafay for hearing my random thoughts and helping me brainstorm.

"So, where you've been?"

"In Doncaster." The response falls really flat and it makes Harry wince. He watches irritated as the other man rolls his eyes and takes a heavy breath.

"That's not what I meant. Stop acting like you don't know where this is headed."

Louis, of course, does know where this is headed. He just tries to buy some extra time to brace himself for the discussion that's about to follow. "For God's sake, Harry," he says eventually, "it's been ten years."

Or, the one where Harry and Louis are estranged childhood friends whose friendship would never work out... on many levels.

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[oldhotcinnam0n]

I'm working on Life Goes On Chapter 39: NEWTs Prep this weekend. I got some new motivation after getting some awesome pics from @sapphira-mydnyte of my two favorite boys, Ominis and Sebastian.

I'm hoping I can ride the high and finish off the chapter before Monday. See a preview under the cut❤️

As classes started, things around Hogwarts started feeling more and more normal. Had it not been for the additional stress and work that our NEWTs were bringing on, we all felt rather at home as we settled back into the hustle and bustle of the castle. It was a strange feeling really, the way that Hogwarts was starting to feel more like home than any other place now to the three of us, just as we were preparing to leave it to embark on an unknown journey. It almost felt cruel.

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[le-morte-d-belle]

Title: Linger

Chapter One: In the Shadow of a Friend

Fandom: Hogwarts Legacy

Main Characters: Selena Calderon (OC), Ominis Gaunt

Pairing: Pre!Ominis Gaunt x Selena Calderon

Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort

Notes: A short story inspired by Hogwarts Legacy. Some liberties were taken and certain events will not follow the original story within the game beat for beat. Characters have been aged a year (6th year).

Summary: Selena Calderón was a fool to yearn for a man she could not keep. Ominis Gaunt was too sanguine to think he could keep their hands clean. Sebastian Sallow was the sting that once held all three together. And, in the wake of his absence everything around Ominis and Selena was unraveling. The two were lingering for a friend in the hopes they could save him from Azkaban.

As the Great Hall rang quietly with booming cheers and choral laughter, the broken duo of three sought refuge outside grand doors and in the laps of the frigid stone seats echoed hushed sounds of a warm spring night. Thoughts flitted to and fro, grasping onto ‘what ifs' and ‘I should have done this,’ but none led to glorious alternatives where the conclusion of a whirlwind friendship could end in any way other than this. Reminiscent as they might be, Ominis and Selena would always find themselves sitting in the engulfing silence of a void, searching for its missing, cheeky master.

When did it all go wrong?

How did all the roads lead them here?

Hadn’t they been through enough?

Why had it taken her five days to gather the strength often associated with her and her Gryffindor classmates to confront him?

Selena wasn’t proud to admit she had avoided him in his time of need, but the weight that came with the decision to grant her friend freedom or damnation needed more consideration. She wanted a moment more to reflect on everything— find a way to make sense of her friend’s participation in the destruction of his family. She needed the chance to understand how his fixation on a mythical remedy stirred his deep-rooted desperation into action and confidently kill a man. Selena could pretend Solomon’s death did not happen. She could say she had not seen the tendrils of dark magic that propelled Sebastian into committing this unfortunate accident. To lie on his behalf was dangerous. Yet, one softened gaze and a slew of long-winded praises had Selena caving.

How did this brown, bleary-eyed boy lead her into temptation?

The further she had fallen, the easier it became to forsake salvation. Selena should have given her answer that night in the Undercroft once the dust settled and the traces of death had been cleaned off. She could put on a show and speak words of pretend, but Sebastian was no fool. He had to know she’d come around in the end. It was futile for Selena to try and escape him. She had signed the contract, and made a pledge to have her wings clipped and join him in his descent from the heavens.

Ominis was no better.

It had taken Selena absolutely zero effort to convince him they did not need to turn Sebastian in. A few choice words, and Ominis had plunged off the edge of paradise with them. They were in too deep, a pair of fools who found ways to sink deeper into the ocean and continue drowning. Try as he might, Selena suspected Ominis wouldn’t be capable of keeping up his pretenses against the use of Dark Magic after this. The duo had willingly given up their crusade just to have Sebastian stay.

So selfish.

Selena had awoken that morning feeling relieved with the decision made. All sense of anxiety had been stripped away, and she was ready to start her day with her two closest friends. Selena and Ominis agreed to unite together during breakfast. They would stand before Sebastian and assure him all was forgiven and forgotten. Everything would ease itself back into place. Her excitement had fluttered through every nerve beneath her skin. Selena was ready to return to Sebastian’s orbit and fall instep with each of his strides, hands intertwined, as a silent guide on his journey to redemption. They could have carried on with the rest of their year like nothing had happened.

But Ominis had been right all along.

They'd become consumed by the very magic they had thought would help them. They had been foolish and dumb to believe in any other outcome, and now the world would still continue on. It meant nothing to anyone around them that they had lost Sebastian.

"I miss him." Selena finally acknowledged.

"I'm surprised you do,"  Ominis murmured in reply. "Did you not have to contemplate on whether to send him to Azkaban or not?"

It was a bitter quip Selena knew her companion meant no true harm with. He couldn't help it. There was a missing link rattling on beside them- clinking and snapping into the empty space of a young man their memories tried to hide from. The two could only watch as a bubbling potion threatened to spill over and flood them with unwanted emotions. Sebastian was a fool for willingly giving them up to fulfill a far fetched dream.

"You did too." Pathetic. Remorseful. A three-word knife she had hoped to dig into him too. Ominis was as much to blame even if he chose to be cruel.

Yet, he still spoke some truth.

Selena could tell the world around them her loyalty to Sebastian stood strong and unwavering. No amount of rumors or questioning could sweep her away from him, but Ominis was right- again. She had been shaken. Doubts and reexaminations lead Selena astray for a brief moment. The devotion she held for Sebastian had become cracked with the subconscious agreement he had gone too far- he had become a murderer.

"Do you know where they might be keeping him?" She tried again.

"You can't be that dimwitted." Quick. Sharp. Vicious. An automatic reply fueled by the bitterness of a loss she knew Ominis, nor she,  was ready to admit.

Exasperated, Selena sighed and returned just as quickly with, "Aren't you a Gaunt and a Slytherin?"

She watched him close his eyes with just as much exacerbated patience as the hypocritical grin threatening to spill across his face. Try as he might, Ominis could never burrow himself far enough behind his haughty Slytherin mask. It was a harder task to bring the man back to the forefront, but Selena would always be able to crash into his solitary fortitude and find him. Even now, with Sebastian gone and their wounded hearts quietly weeping out of them, Selena removed the veil draping Ominis.

She would be a fool to lose him for not doing so too.

"What are we going to do?"

"The one thing that seems to escape the two of you. Nothing."

"Nothing!" She laughed. "Did you forget what house I'm in?"

Her companion shook his head with mocking disappointment. As brave and brash as she might be, Selena knew those Gryffindor labels would only lead to more misery. Sebastian had made his decision, and maybe, finally, she should take this small reprieve for the new beginning it could be. For the first time since she stepped into these halls, Selena wasn't at someone's will or something's beck and call. The circumstances in which she found this brief moment of peace were not ideal. However, she couldn't deny the spark of relief that slowly wandered through her.

How deviously Slytherin of Ominis for awakening dreams of hope within the dark corridors of dread.

Selena didn't argue with him further.

Instead, she chose to chase the heated coals emitting from his skin and cuddle into the calmness it provided.  For a cursory moment, it dawned on her the strangeness of being so close to him. Somewhere in the recesses of her thoughts, the ignored thread uniting them glowed brightly. It sat there hissing sweet promises in the hopes she would allow it to slither out from the dormant parts of her mind. Selena had been too afraid to tug on it and set it free. Though, she would quietly admit under veritaserum that this string was much easier to fall in line with than the one tying her to Sebastian.

Perhaps that's why she was instinctively led to lightly dance her fingers across Ominis' hands. Feather-like touches ignited the illuminating fibers of the thread, scorching hotter and deeper as if desperately trying to leave memorable imprints of it for both of them to see. The intimacy of an act such as this kept Selena grounded. She could forget about him and enjoy the comfort Ominis provided. Whatever this was between them, Ominis seemed to bask in it. He didn't offer up any signs of discomfort with her newfound familiarity with every dip and curve of his. Ominis seemed to relish the way all of Selena's attention was now focused on him.

Could it be he was seeking the same peace he had so freely given by allowing her to be so close? The questioning of it stopped any more movement.

What was she doing? Ominis wasn't Sebastian. They were friends, yes, but that didn't mean she'd fill the gaps abandoned by another for an unexplored whim. To crave the contact of someone she had just barely shared her secrets with? No. She couldn't do this. Not now. Not when she would rather suffer through the ravenous terrain that could possibly lead her back to the one who did know all of her. Sebastian had been taken, and here she was ready to give up on him.

Selena couldn't continue to sit here with Ominis.

The guilt had finally caught up. Their dearest friend was waiting for someone to save him. As hopeful and free as she might be beneath the blanket of stars and hidden away from everybody, Selena needed to follow that fraying thread still tying her to Sebastian.

Abruptly, she stood up with an explanation and a plea on her tongue. The end of their friendship didn't have to be their only outcome. He had to know that Sebastian wasn't completely out of their grasp. He hadn't truly left them because he wanted to. A mistake had been made, as horrendous as it was, but Sebastian was not lost. They just needed to show him the way home- back to them.

Come with me! Let's go get him! She planned to tell Ominis, rushing to stand tall and unwavering, but making no move to relinquish her hand's hold on him.

"Nothing." Ominis hissed before she could get swept away in her fantasy.

What?

She was thunderstruck. How could he read her so easily? Why was she the only one feeling this urgency? She couldn't breathe. This was all too much.  Selena only wanted their circle to be complete again, not continue on with this empty phantom walking beside them.

The sorrowful ache slowly became easier to reside in.

Tightly Ominis tugged on her stiffen hand, pulling Selena back down to earth with him. He tenderly trapped Selena within a steel embrace and whispered hotly into her ear, "We are doing nothing."

"But-"

"For now at least."

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Closing his eyes, Ominis allowed another small grin to crawl across his face. Some things never changed, not with this foolhardy Gryffindor girl, he had become intimately melded with. Selena and all her witty kindness were a constant he could count on. Her presence was the blinding light breaking through a cloudy obsidian sight and mourned as he might be, Ominis scoffed at how easily Sebastian set her free. What a fool his friend had been to sacrifice himself for the brief satisfaction of a spurious wish.

It wasn't that Ominis hadn't understood it. Family was important. Blood meant everything. Anne had been his friend too. However, love of any kind was an obsessive sickness no one could save themselves from. He had seen just how far such a monster would bloody its claws to try and spread its disease. The infection festered and brewed within the hearts of even the strongest men and women of Wizarding kind. Sebastian was no different than any other who had overdosed from the weight of an ineffable addiction.

Ominis would not let lust like that control him.

That's what separated him from his eldest friend.

Sebastian was chasing after a tantalizing fantasy he could only cherish in his dreams. It was an illusion, a brief glimpse of what could be, but nothing one could physically conquer in reality.

Except for Ominis.

The key to beating love at its game was to set such a greedy thing free from its cell so it became a corporeal entity. That was why he'd relish the way sides softly swayed against his. How he could allow fingers to gently whisper across his pale hands, and welcome the warmth radiating from every dip and curve of a body thoroughly familiar to his own. He would not be steered beyond the towering walls of Hogwarts. He would not be taken away from her.

Yes, Sebastian would be missed. Ominis had no doubts about it. There would always be a lingering space that only Sebastian could fit. Six years of friendship did not simply vanish, as much as his dear friend seemed to wish. He was grieving, Ominis knew this, but it was too late for his eldest friend to wash the blood clean from his hands. Dark magic had sunken its claws into Sebastian, raked itself so deep that the task of ridding the other from it would be a war Ominis did not think Selina was ready for.

Clearing the name of a murderer required a delicate plan.

Selena, so eager and ready to follow after Sebastian, would need to wait. Now wasn't the time to run off like a pair of fools trying to quiet a mandrake. This new information Professor Black had given only led to further speculation. What had gone on in those office walls for their friend to be taken? Surely Anne wasn't the one to condemn Sebastian?

An unnerving thought Ominis did not want.

He didn't want to ponder the potential of perfidy any longer.

For now, he'd let the fires burn out before striking. And though protest hung upon full pink lips, Selena would have to trust him. Ominis needed more time to figure out how to fix this. Their brief pause was a small gift he'd hoped she could accept. Cool and bright as she might be, burrowed within his arms, Ominis would need her leashed until dawn could shine on all three of them again.

"Ominis?" she whispered once her fire had been doused and the sounds of the Great Hall had finally come to a stall. He waited for a moment longer, only showing his acknowledgement of her by softly stroking away the cold as it tried to quietly creep into the hold they had on each other. Ominis could feel hesitancy commanding her. She cuddled herself deeper in the circle of his arms, and fiddled with the clasps of his cloak this way and that way. Soundlessly she found tasks to keep herself from running away and finding the courage to say,

"The Aurors casted Legilemens during their interrogation with me today."

"They what! Did you tell Headmaster Black about this?"

"No, I...didn't think to."

"Didn't think to? Selena, they aren't allowed to use Legilimency on students! I know you're not familiar with every policy in the Wizarding World, but surely your beloved Professor Fig has mentioned this to you?"

A brief pause had welcomed itself in. The ease they had been unknowingly fostering exploded apart. Ominis hadn't meant any harm by his comment, but Selena's attachment to the professor wasn't lost on him. The cessation, however, startled Ominis.

"I wasn't thinking, okay?" She had growled out before feebly stepping out of his arms. "One minute I'm talkin' to them and the next I can feel someone tryin' to jump inside my head. It was the strangest thing I've ever felt and when I finally pushed them out, I wasn't exactly worried about telling Professor Black what'd happen.  I just wanted to make sure I didn't give them anything to use against Sebastian."

"You pushed them out?"

"Yes. Or, at least I think so? Honestly, I'm not sure what I did. I just wanted them out."

"Out? But that does- I'm not sure I quite follow?"

"Uh, well, yes, out. I honestly don't understand the logistics of it myself but all I know  is I wanted them out of my head. I could feel them forcing their way in and my magic just reacted, and um, kinda sent the poor man flying."

"Flying!"

"Look." Selena sighed, clearly put out over Ominis' interrogation, "I have a headache and am not in the mood to deal with all of this right now."

He had let a frown settle onto his face despite wishing to push his friend further. So many revelations had disturbed Ominis' understanding of the situation, and he couldn't fathom what direction the duo should partake in. Is this what Selena was trying to say to him? Could there truly be  something bigger brewing than the Aurors had stated?

"Ominis." She comforted, voice soft with affection. "I'm alright."

Ah.

Maybe that was where he could start? Ominis couldn't help Sebastian at the moment, but he was at least capable of this. Selena was always the strongest, yet it would seem even she needed some protection.

"I know." Ominis reassured, opening his arms and drawing her back in- hoping to erase the distance Selena created. "That is why I am going to teach you Occlumens."

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Author's Note: So here it is! Excuse the short mess that this is, but I hope you enjoy it. I don't anticipate this being a long work as the story is pretty much planned out, yet one can never really know. With that being said, I hope to have chapters out every  other Friday. Additionally, please let me know if you see any grammar errors. I tried sweeping though to correct things, but contrary to belief English majors aren't always Grammar queens. Anyhow, I do hope you like the story :)

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[halflifehoarding]

HLVRAI-Fallout AU - Updated

Heeyo I got the first two real chapters up of my HLVRAI-Fallout AU and never updated about it here. With the prologue, it's already 10,000+ words

I hope ya'll like it.

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[ominis-gaunt-slytherin]

Ominis Gaunt by Pasta As Avatar

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[sunnyrealist]

The Sallow Twins, 1880

I commissioned the talented @giselsann-opencommissions to create a portrait of Anne and Sebastian as six-year-olds in front of their family home in Aranshire.

This portrait will be featured in a later chapter of my fic, The Sun, the Moon, and All Our Stars, but I couldn’t wait to post it - it’s just too cute. I hope you enjoy the little details! 💛

I also need to credit @hogwartslegacypics for the background screenshot. This artwork would not be the same without it. Thank you for your generosity.

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[sebastianswallows]

Beautiful memories — Chapter 1

— PAIRING: Sebastian Sallow x F!MC (aged up)

— SYNOPSIS: Sebastian is sentenced to Azkaban for six months. When he is released, he finds MC is expecting a child, and is filled with anger and jealousy and confusion. He just doesn't know the child is his yet.

— WARNINGS: angst, just a lot of angst (eventually there will be fluff and smut, but in later chapters)

— WORDCOUNT: 2.7k

— A/N: This fic is for a prompt by @pugsnotdrugs92, and I was also asked to write a similar fic by at least one anon.

Sadly, since she gave me that prompt, Pugs has deleted her blog. I have just learned this tonight and I am... pretty damn upset, I'll say that (not at her of course 💗, but at what caused it).

I will just say that if you get hate from anyone, block them, block indiscriminately until you have peace. I hope that Pugs (and anyone who deleted their blog as part of this mess) will make an account on this hellsite again one day <3

Anyway! On with the fic. Hope you enjoy it, my dears 🌺

Nobody had any idea who turned Sebastian in. It came so unexpectedly that they almost didn’t believe it when he happened. After all, it had been two years since Solomon’s death, and everyone in Feldcroft believed he died in his sleep.

“I know it isn’t me,” she said tearfully to Ominis one day, “and I know it isn’t you.”

“And it wasn’t Anne either,” said Ominis with a shake of his head.

“Are you sure? She still isn’t speaking to Sebastian.”

“She protected him this whole time, why would she report him to the ministry now? She might not forgive Sebastian, but she wouldn’t do this to him…”

Their suspicions fell on Leander, or the goblins, or any number of rivals Sebastian had made, but none of their suspects were likely to even know the truth about what happened that day in the catacomb. It therefore stood to reason that someone had overheard them speaking about it at some point, but that did little to narrow it down — for all they knew, one of the portraits had heard them and reported it to the Headmaster.

Ultimately, it didn’t matter who told the Aurors about it. The trio rushed through their N.E.W.T.S. half-heartedly, with Sebastian unsurprisingly scoring lower than he ever had, and in their spare time they spoke of nothing but the upcoming trial.

They’d even arranged for a solicitor for Sebastian, and visited him via floo in London, but he only spoke to his client in private. And every time Sebastian walked out of the wizard’s office, he looked more discouraged than the last.

The trial took place during summer, right after their 7th year ended. Both she and Ominis attended it every day. Imelda came sometimes as well, and Poppy, and Lucan — even Garreth attended on two occasions. He’d never liked Sebastian much, but he seemed to put aside his feelings throughout all of this.

“They don’t mean to send him there, do they?” he whispered as they sat outside the courtroom one sweltering afternoon.

“Where else?” said Imelda. “They closed all the other wizarding prisons centuries ago.”

“But he’s supposed to have done it while he was still a student…”

“What d’you expect? That they’ll give him detention for murder?”

“No, but…”

“You don’t think he really did it, do you, Imelda?” asked Poppy, leaning over Garreth.

“He didn’t,” said Ominis without even glancing their way.

“That’s right,” she said from beside Ominis. “Sebastian’s done nothing wrong.”

The trial went badly almost from the start. The judge was a grey old wizard in a funny wig, and there was no jury to speak of. He seemed to treat the death of a former Auror, even one of such ill repute as Solomon, quite seriously. The Prosecution leaned into that every chance they got.

Anne was called to give testimony in the first week, and she confessed under oath what she had found when she reached the catacombs, which was enough to shock the court. Sebastian’s friends took courage from the fact that she had not actually seen what killed Solomon, but it was only a matter of the judge drawing a line between a quick succession of events.

Ominis was called to the stand as well, but lied shamelessly. Even the threat of Veritaserum from the Prosecution didn’t sway him. He knew none of them would dare submit a Gaunt to that — a rare occasion of his family name amounting to something. However, him being Sebastian’s oldest friend cast doubt upon his entire deposition…

And then, she was called to give testimony as well. Unlike Ominis, she was not sure she could afford to lie, but nothing could get her to betray Sebastian.

All that she could remember was that Solomon attacked the both of them, and both she and Sebastian felt quite threatened by him, and then somehow, between the flying curses and roving Inferi, Uncle Solomon fell dead. But that happened, after all, more than two years ago, Your Honour, and it was in a dark and gloomy cave — and oh, what were they doing there? Objection. Relevance?

Ominis and the others congratulated her on well she held her own, but deep down, she felt like she had let her best friend down — her statement didn’t put the blame on Sebastian, but neither did it exonerate him.

By the time the trial was approaching the end, their former classmates had stopped coming, and only she and Ominis were left.

“He looks so —”

“I know,” said Ominis, not wanting to hear her describe him. This was on the last day, and the judge would give the verdict.

Guilty. Six months in Azkaban.

The courtroom reverberated with murmurs from the crowd — some in approval, others in outrage.

It was a horrible sentence to hear, but it was not as bad as their worst fears — people were often given life imprisonment for the Unforgivables. Fortunately, in Sebastian’s case, there was not enough conclusive evidence either way. Still, if they were to appeal, it would take longer than six months to even have a new judge assigned to the case, so they were left with no choice but to accept it.

As the Aurors led Sebastian away, she and Ominis stood together and called out useless encouragements to their friend, telling him to have courage, to be strong, have faith that he would soon be free, but he went with the guards without looking back at them…

Most of their former classmates were shocked but seemed to think the six-month sentence would pass quickly. They knew Azkaban was pretty horrible and could remember a few things from their DADA class, but none of them was truly educated on the nature of Dementors. Ominis was. He’d been in their presence when he and his father went to visit an uncle of his who’d been sentenced for murdering a muggle. He claimed it was the worst experience he’d ever had in his life — worse than Crucio, in its own way. He still remembered how the despair lingered inside him for days.

And as time passed, she became aware of something lingering within herself as well…

By the fourth month, she had to use concealment charms around her waist when she went out in public. Ominis figured it out on his own — it was probably that echolocation spell he used to get around. He’d merely been suspicious at first, but by the fifth month…

“Can anyone else see?!”

“No, and they won’t if you just stop —”

“But this could ruin your reputation!”

“Don’t you think I know that?!”

“I can’t believe you! How c—”

“Ominis, shut up,” she hissed.

“But you —”

“It’s Sebastian’s!”

“… Oh. I suppose that makes it better, then.”

From then on, Ominis supported her and helped her in any way he could — which admittedly wasn’t much, as he was still getting used to living on his own after being freed from his family’s clutches. And either way, the first few months were gentle enough on her that she could cope well enough on her own. The only help she needed was preparing her small flat to host two people — and eventually three — which meant some creative furniture transfiguration to fit everything in too small a space.

Christmas arrived in the meanwhile, then the New Year. They had tried writing to him every month by then, but the authorities kept sending their letters back — none were allowed for fear of concealed enchantments, they said, and no visitations were allowed either for lower-class prisoners. It broke her heart to know him all alone throughout those rotten months and all through the holidays. Neither she nor Ominis found it in them to celebrate anything that year…

Sebastian was released in February. They wouldn’t be allowed on the island of Azkaban, but they could see him at the Ministry, where he would be transported before he was officially freed.

She and Ominis got there at sunrise, and waited for hours.

Sebastian’s assigned solicitor couldn’t be there, as he had another case, but he sent a house elf to sign the release form in his name. Anne hadn’t come either, but that was hardly a surprise…

The two of them sat alone in a busy hallway, watching witches and wizards pass through — some going in, some going out — until finally, late in the afternoon, the Auror at the front desk told them that inmate Sallow would be arriving within minutes.

“Here, here, they said this will be the exit,” she said, pulling on Ominis’ sleeve.

Two large wooden doors lay open out of which a long dark hallway extended like a neck, and on either side were doors being shut and open of ministry workers travelling through. There was constantly a small crowd of people darkening that space even further.

“I think that’s him,” she said, standing on the tips of her toes when she spotted a dark ruffled head of hair.

“Alright, stay calm,” said Ominis, taking her hand to settle her. Since he’d realised that she was pregnant, he was instinctively more protective.

“Oh, it is! It is him!” she said with tears in her happy voice.

Sebastian was led out of one of those side doors — dressed in a grey and black prisoner’s uniform, his hands and feet chained, terribly thin and tired and bent at the back, and looking as if he hadn’t slept for days…

“Sebastian!” she called out, waving to him with the hand that wasn’t in Ominis’ grasp. “Over here!”

He looked up slowly, as if doubting that he’d heard his name called. His eyes searched blearily through the crowd ahead, not really focusing anywhere, but then they fell on her. She grinned brightly when she caught his gaze.

“Y-you came?” he said, looking at the two of them like they were a dream come true.

“Of course,” she said.

“Surely you didn’t expect anything else,” grinned Ominis.

“I… I need to go somewhere, they’re taking me to… to…” He didn’t have time to explain before Aurors led him around the corner and to another room, for processing.

“We’ll be here,” she called out after him, “we’ll wait for you!”

“How does he look?” whispered Ominis. “He sounded quite weak.”

“He looks… the way he sounded,” she said, “but he’ll be alright… He has to be. We’ll make sure of it.”

Less than thirty minutes later, Sebastian stepped back outside. He was now dressed the way he was when they arrested him: a faded green sweater and black trousers with worn old leather shoes. The clothes hung on his lanky frame, his face was all angles and shadows, and he looked as if he hadn’t had a wash in the whole six months. He was, of course, without his wand as well — they’d broken that after his sentencing.

But there was a still little light still left in his eyes, and it shone when he saw his friends again. He called out her name and Ominis’, and walked toward them with feeble brisk steps.

“I can’t believe it,” he grinned weakly, his steps growing bolder the closer he got to his friends. “I never thought —”

But then he noticed their joined hands, and her swollen stomach, and it nearly stopped him in his tracks. He only caught the sight for a second before she let go of Ominis and rushed to embrace him.

“Seb,” she cried out as she jumped into his arms. She clung to his neck like a lifeline. “I’ve missed you so much…”

“I’ve… missed you too,” he said, his voice low and uncertain.

She buried her face in his neck while Sebastian’s eyes fell to Ominis — who embraced him too from the other side in an uncharacteristic display of affection, before he stood back timidly.

“How… erm, how are you?” he asked with a nervous smile, feeling more happy than he cared to admit, and relieved to have his friend back in one piece.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” said Sebastian. Gently, he dropped the girl from his arms and slowly pulled away.

“Of course,” she said, wiping her tears and stepping back, but keeping his hand clasped in hers. “You don’t have to. You don’t have to say anything. We just came to take you home. It’s alright now… You’re free, you’re finally back. We’ve missed you so much…”

“Home?” said Sebastian, looking between her and Ominis coolly. “Whose home is that?”

“Well… whichever one you want,” she said. “Yours or mine or…”

“I don’t think I’m ready to see Feldcroft again,” said Sebastian. “But I wouldn’t want to… impose on either of you.”

“What?” frowned Ominis. “Don’t be stup— I mean, don’t worry about that, Sebastian.”

“Oh, is there something to worry about?” he asked.

“Well —”

“We don’t need to discuss that —”

“— here.”

“— now.”

“… I see.”

“Don’t concern yourself with anything,” she smiled, stepping up to him again and embracing him loosely. “Let’s leave this horrible place first…”

They made their way out of the ministry building and through the cold London streets toward Diagon Alley, and his friends talked to him excitedly about the things that had happened: what their former classmates were doing, what they knew about Anne, even the latest Quidditch matches.

They probably felt less cheerful than they seemed, but their enthusiasm was overflowing as they prattled on about all the normal things people their age should care about, almost as if nothing bad had happened at all. They laughed, and smiled, and rubbed his back, and all the while there was in Sebastian’s gait much of the same imprisoned and defeated look as there had been when he was led out of the courtroom at his sentencing.

“We wrote to you while you were there,” she said as they approached the Leaky Cauldron.

“But the damned guards never delivered them,” said Ominis.

Sebastian listened in silence, and they tacitly agreed it was because of what he had been through. He would open up to both of them in time, they were certain…

They decided to have lunch at the Cauldron since neither of them had eaten anything since morning — and they didn’t even wish to think of the food in Azkaban. They ordered sausages and eggs and mashed potatoes and a great big serving of pickled pumpkin.

Sebastian ate the least out of the three of them — and what he didn’t finish, she devoured. Ominis hid his chuckle behind a cough, while Sebastian could barely look at her. If she noticed it, she didn’t say. She just kept smiling and laughing along with Ominis…

More than ever in Azkaban, he wished he could dig a hole for himself through which to disappear. The Leaky Cauldron was noisy and crowded, the smell of food made his stomach turn, and every scrape of a chair was like a scratch across his brain. Even sitting down was uncomfortable, his muscles too thin and his back too weak to hold him. He moved uncomfortably from one position to another, and let his friends prattle on to fill the emptiness between them.

After almost an hour, they decided to leave, and Sebastian nodded in agreement.

“I’m seeing someone at the ministry next Wednesday about a position,” said Ominis as they walked toward the fireplace. “But I can stop by afterwards if that’s alright.”

“Of course,” she said. “You’re always welcome, you know that.”

“Do you have enough chocolate at home? I can bring some more.”

“Shelves full of it,” she laughed. “But more is always a good idea. I suspect we’ll need it.”

“Well, I’ll bid you two goodbye for now, then,” said Ominis as he waved them off, blissfully oblivious to what was going through Sebastian’s mind.

“Goodbye,” she said with a tearful smile, letting go of Sebastian for a brief while to hug their friend once more.

“I’ll let you know before I arrive on Wednesday.”

“Not to worry, Ominis. We’ll be alright… Everything will be alright now.”

“I hope so…”

“And good luck with your interview!”

“Thank you… Although I’m not sure I want it.”

“Thank you, Ominis,” said Sebastian tiredly. “For… everything.”

“Don’t be silly,” he smiled. “I’m glad to have you back. We both are. Just focus on getting well again…”

Sebastian nodded, not feeling that any of their kind words were true. He disappeared in the green flames with her, wishing for once to not appear on the other end.

#Sebastian Sallow #Ominis Gaunt #hl #Sebastian Sallow fanfiction #Sebastian Sallow imagine #Sebastian Sallow x MC #Sebastian Sallow x reader #pugsnotdrugs92 #I miss you 😭 #sswallow;made a thing #sswallow;fanfics #fanfic;memories

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Like Rabbits | Garreth x f!MC

Header image: @newbienewness ✦ 4327 words ✦ NSFW content (MDNI), aged-up characters, unnamed female MC (no use of y/n), alcohol consumption, admission of feelings/slight proposition, masturbation, spanking, p in v, light dom/sub elements ✦ Plot? What plot? This was honest to god just an excuse to write about Garreth in a rabbit costume ✦ Read it below the cut or on AO3

Easter festivities were a rarity at Hogwarts, yet when an opportunity for revelry arose, the seventh-years seized it with unbridled enthusiasm.

For generations, a pact among students governed the hosting duties on such occasions. The house with the fewest points bore the responsibility (and, by consequence, the aftermath) of throwing the celebration. Slytherin, enduring a dismal streak, found themselves reluctantly poised to shoulder the burden once more, the third time not necessarily the charm. As the soon-to-be graduates gathered amidst their diminished house, they sampled the exotic hors d'oeuvres with subdued chatter, their ranks thin and their spirits somewhat subdued, shooing a curious first year who had risen from bed to visit the loo.

You couldn't help but notice the lacklustre effort put forth, evident in the half-hearted swirling of your drink and the telltale lines of boredom etched upon your brow. Natsai, however, who displayed a downright lackadaisical disinterest, was already poised to depart for the evening. "I do think the Slytherins should dedicate more focus to their house standings to avoid committing another crime such as this party."

A soft chuckle escaped your lips in response, prompting an eye-roll from Imelda as she fished a hair from her drink. "Blame Sallow, we’re still recovering from his little bridge stunt."

The memory evoked a ripple of amusement; the viaduct bridge, unimposing as ever one moment, became a terrifying tangle of devil’s snare that multiplied out of control, requiring several days' worth of Confringo to eradicate.

"I’ll let you know I’m still working through detention for that." Sebastian, the culprit in question, shot a wry grin as his classmates riled with snickers, much to his chagrin. "I was only practicing the Geminio charm for Ronen’s assignment! At his recommendation, mind you, I performed it outside on a plant! I swear, Professor Weasley was just trying to-"

"Did someone mention Weasley?"

Heads swivelled towards the echo of an announced arrival from the staircase, and before questions and curiosities could be posted, Garreth Weasley sauntered down the spiral steps wearing a riot of pink cotton with two lapin ears sprouting from his crown. The seventh-years all hollered and laughed at the sight, save for Leander, who appeared wholly unamused by his fellow Gryffindor’s getup. "The bloody hell, Garreth?"

"What?" He grinned at the tall redhead. "Surely we couldn't have a proper Easter festivity without a rabbit present? Where’s the fun in that?"

Leander's jab echoed into the rim of his goblet before he took a sip. "Is that what’s been stuffed under your bedframe for the past month? You look ridiculous."

Undeterred, Garreth opted instead to, well, air his abundance of comfort. "Yes, but I feel incredible. Quite breezy down here, innit?"

Spiked cider sputtered from Sebastian then, dribbling down his chin. "Are you wearing anything under that poacher’s pelt?"

"Isn’t my smile enough for you, Sallow?"

Yet, despite yourself, your curiosity persisted, occasionally wandering to the vicinity of his lap. Heat rose to your cheeks, unrelated to the effects of alcohol, as you observed the subtle jostle there. It was a wager, you thought, with a flush of embarrassment tinting your cheeks, that Garreth Weasley remained, by all accounts, an honest man.

"What even is this fabric?" Natsai protested, pinching the fold of fluff near her housemate’s bicep. "It appears to be rather flammable."

"Now that would provide ample entertainment for the evening." Ominis chimed in nearby, his attention still fixed on his wand-led readings, seemingly uninterested in the fraternization.

"One at a time, darlings." Garreth, the ever-enthusiastic lion, swung a wicker-weave basket to and fro, reminiscent of some fictional harbinger of joy. Nestled within the dried grass padding were several small bottles of firewhisky, a smattering of cauldron cakes, and various other treats from Honeydukes. "I knew the Slytherins were in desperate need of a Pepperup, so I've come to spread the merriment. Snakes enjoy chocolate frogs, don't they?"

"I thought snakes typically ate rabbits," Imelda quipped, raising an eyebrow.

Garreth didn't miss a beat in his response to her jest. "If I were none the wiser, Reyes, I'd wager you'd like to take a hop around my carrot—"

A muttered expletive signalled the departure of the quidditch captain, leaving behind a chorus of laughter.

You found yourself enthusiastically joining in, relishing the unexpected amusement of the evening. As the crowd dispersed, you approached Garreth to select a treat of your own.

"Happy Easter, beautiful." Garreth's voice dipped low, laced with a suggestive tone that he often employed in your company. "Care to take a seat on the Easter bunny's lap and tell me what you want to find in your basket tomorrow morning?"

"That's Santa Claus," you teased in return.

"My mistake."

The flirtations between Garreth and yourself had become somewhat of a tradition throughout your Hogwarts enrollment, though they never progressed beyond playful banter. Here and now, with alcohol’s nack for unbarring inhibitions, the thought of advancing motions with the cheeky Gryffindor didn’t seem like such an unreachable feat.

"You seem rather warm in that outfit," you observed, noting the slight sheen above his brow.

Garreth chuckled. "It's rather steamy in here, indeed. But not to worry, I can… ventilate if needed." Handing you a small package of honeycomb with a coy smirk, he added, "Here, I think you'll enjoy this one."

Before you could inquire further, Garreth was already moving through the lively crowd, intent on distributing more sweets and cheers. With a huff of amusement, you tore into the package of honeycomb, only to notice some writing on the pleat of the wrapper.

'Do you know what rabbits are known for? I think we could do it better. Tell me when you’re ready, and we can hop off for the night.'

The implications hit you like lightning.

Copious procreation.

Flammable or not, your gaze practically burned through the back of Garreth's fluffy pink ensemble as he disappeared into the throng of students.

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While the evening bled into night, even with the bolstering presence of libations coursing through your veins, the mere idea of approaching Garreth at the night's end had your insides all tangled. Harmless flirtations aside, this was a full-on proposition. What if the request was meant for someone else?

Then again, he’d deliberately dedicated the honeycomb to you…

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Somewhere between a refilled goblet and the honeycomb wrapper now tucked into your brazier like some love letter from a sweetheart posted overseas, your prior suspicions of Garreth’s costume being rather warm were confirmed. The redhead retracted an arm inside the suit, while the other unzipped the front to his navel, exposing his bare chest as he tied the sleeves around his hips.

At that moment, propriety yielded to fascination, and any pretense of restraint evaporated as you found yourself captivated by the contours of his soft yet sculpted physique. A twinge of envy stirred within you, brought on by the admiring glances of the two Hufflepuff witches directed his way from the sidelines.

Garreth leaned against the wall, a slight trickle of sweat central to his chest, freckles all flushed from alcohol and flirtations, and seeing the wizard looking entirely dishevelled in his buzzed state did something truly wonderful for your inhibitions. Downing the rest of your pep talk, you crossed the common room, approached him near the enchanted piano, and promptly cupped a hand to his ear.

"I’m ready to… hop off, for the night." You whispered, the heat carried with it curling into the shell of cartilage.

"Yeah?" Garreth’s grin settled into a keen sort of coy, and his gaze went all honed-in and confident, leaning into you with some additional insinuations in those glassy greens of his. "Sure you don’t want to linger a bit longer in this charming mildew?"

His stray dig was not lost on Sebastian, who promptly threw Garreth a pointed warning without threat behind it, bopping an ear of his fuzzy getup.

"Settle down, Sallow," Garreth chortled, relieving his cup of its contents before boldly taking your hand. “We know the snakes always host the most splendid of shindigs.”

A chorus of wolf-whistles heralded your departure, along with someone’s award-winning remark about calling Garreth ‘Thumper.’

Down the adjacent hallway you went, past another couple that was long since lip-locked, and the firewhisky fuzz in you sought the very same. At the end of the hallway that connected to the Slytherin dormitories, coincidentally located at the intersection of friendship and something more, you shoved Garreth against the wall and claimed that magical mouth of his with your own.

For all the smart comments, the witty banter, the years of flirtations that stacked the deck and colored your cheeks, Garreth melted against you, a mess of vulnerability and desire. His body responded eagerly, exploring newfound territories with a hunger born of longing. Eventually, his body caught up to the priority of the situation, wrapping both arms around you with eager motions and traveling to all the locations he’d only dreamt of visiting before.

You were moving then—perhaps another student was evicting you from the open area, nudged aptly to ‘get a room’—but at one point or another, between lips, between moans, and those magical, heated renditions of your name, you found yourselves in a vacant dormitory.

"Who’s room is this?" You pondered breathlessly.

Garreth didn’t seem to give two shits as you all but crashed into the bedroom, nearly toppling an oil lamp, sending it teetering on its pegs as you collided with a bedpost. "Don’t know, don't care."

And that conversation promptly died in between your mouths, somewhere in the tangle of your tongues, as Garreth captured your wrists, holding them above your head as he trailed kisses along your throat. Plush, pink lips planted sweet kisses, while the scuff of end-of-day stubble bit friction in their wake.

"Garreth," You murmured with a shallow draw of breath. "You… you fancy me?"

"Oh, we’re well past fancying, love." His tone dipped back into devious territory, the same place where feelings like desire and longing and, goodness, arousal held court. “I’m onto the craving stages of our little tryst, myself. And right now… I need you.”

In response to his confession, your leg instinctively hitched over his hip, eliciting a low groan as he captured his bottom lip between teeth, a rewarding gesture that spoke volumes without a word.

His grip on your wrists was released, instead seeking the supple curve of your thighs, lifting you effortlessly as he carried you toward the nearest bed. Settling you down with a sense of urgency, the mattress dipped with his company, and he enveloped you in his embrace, hungering for more of the kisses that fueled his wet dreams.

Garreth pulled back, settling on his knees above you, a pleased grin playing on his lips as he panted, as if suddenly realizing something, perhaps in response to the whisper of a zipper against his bare chest. "Why aren't you naked yet?"

You laughed, mischief set free as you met his gaze. "Excuse me? What about romance? Shouldn't you be wooing me or, I don’t know, engaging in some foreplay?"

The redhead chewed his lip, and it stretched with eagerness. “Of course. Where are my manners? Though I’m still taking all of your clothes off right now, I’ve waited long enough for my Easter present.”

"You don’t exactly give gifts for Easter."

There wasn’t much room left for protest, however, as Garreth all but tore your skirt from your waist, his expression telling of the countless times he’d imagined doing so, perhaps somewhere into his fist or while soaking in the shower. The billow of linen and cotton was discarded with such haste that you thought he’d taken some unspoken offence to the garment, but then his efforts were being spent on tugging your underwear down. A breath born from an expletive ensured you were plenty wet for the introduction.

Verdant irises were engulfed by pupils blown wide, as Garreth drank in the sight of your sex. "God… my imagination could never."

"Like what you see, do you?" You giggled nervously, knees bent and pressed together in honest reflex.

"You have no bloody idea how much I like what I see," he replied with a grin, his gaze tracing every contour of your exposed skin. "...what am I supposed to do now?" It was his turn for a nervous chuckle, palming whatever flesh he made contact with, his demeanour akin to that of a tourist in need of directions.

A soft moan rewarded his efforts. "Whatever you desire... I'm yours for the night, remember?"

And to seal the proverbial deal, you peeled the ruched top up and over your head, unhooked your brazier immediately after, and bit the web of your cheek as you expedited it to the floor, joining the rest of your clothing expenditures.

The honeycomb wrapper fluttered onto your stomach, and Garreth raised an amused brow. "A fond little souvenir, hmm?"

"It’s sentimental, shut up." You purred, quieting his jests with bare chests pressed, and he saw no room for further comment on the matter. Garreth was all mouth then, kissing from lips to chin to lobe as he tutted. "Before we truly make like rabbits and fornicate," He couldn’t help the huff that followed, hearing himself say such a big boy word, "there's something I want to do first."

"Tell me," you urged quietly, fingers tangled in fiery copper curls. "Tell me what you want to do to me..."

"Well, for starters..." He kissed a breadcrumb trail from your neck to your shoulder, "I want to hold you in my arms and get you off."

"Oh god," anticipation drenched your mound and arched your back. "Yes, Garreth, please…"

The sound of your voice sent shivers down his spine, confirming the suspicions he had harboured for months. Curated Gryffindor courage made his heart swell, and his hands trailed down to both hips, maneuvering you around until your back pressed against his chest, playing little and big spoons. Garreth's lips found their way to the curve of your ear, where teeth and lips took turns teasing your lobe. "Comfy?"

"Very much so," you mewled, surrendering to his magnetic presence, your bare back pressed against his chest while you lay on your side. Your hips instinctively moved in synchrony with his, firm against fluffy pink fabric slung low on his waist, and there it is—that stiffness underneath the plush that has your mouth watering and your groin humming. A snort erupted from you at the reminder of the rabbit costume, partially undressed, entirely inappropriate.

"What's that, sweetheart? Gonna share with the class?" He tsked then, and a mischievous grin adorned his face as he felt the delightful pressure of your hips against his own. "Might I… take a dip?"

"Yes," you breathed, already writhing, already wanting, even though his exploration had only just commenced. "Please, Garreth... please..."

And so Garreth learned a lot about himself then; your pleading revealed a new kink. He nuzzled your neck with a mischievous grin, his touch growing more daring as a hand dipped lower; as soon as his fingers gently caressed the carnal crux between your thighs, your neck arched a bit harshly, but that was just fine; you were too absorbed in thoughts of holy fuck, Garreth is rubbing my clit.

The prompt response surprised him, but your brash expression had an undeniable allure. A playful smile appeared on his face as he leaned in and whispered in your ear. "Merlin, this wet for me already? So generous..."

"Can’t believe I’m getting fingered by someone in a bunny costume.”

“Fingered by me in a bunny costume, thank you.” Garreth began sucking over your jugular to elicit a sweet little cry from your mouth, and with the flesh popping audibly, no doubt where a bruise would bloom, he whispered, "You're going to feel splendid around me, beautiful.”

"I want you, Garreth." Grinding your pelvis into both his palm and his dick certainly conveyed as much. It echoed the heat that built over months of minute gestures, sidelong glances, and jokes made at each other’s expense.

"I want you, too." His hand moved with purpose, with three fingers flat against your bud, dipping to explore your intimate depths while those tactful lips brushed the upward jut of your neck. An arm snaked under you and around your middle, palming a breast with a multitasking maneuver that made you squirm.

"Garreth," you whimpered as he caressed your wetness, throwing petrol on the fire within you. You found a rhythm that harmonized with the symphony he composed. "Yes, yes..."

"What is it, baby?" His thumb made love to that throb and swell of nerves, eyes closed in concentration as he leaned closer, exhalation hot on your shoulder.

"I want to come for you," you rasped, testifying that which sought to consume you. "Please… faster…"

Garreth's explorations intensified, and the sound of your slick arousal punctuated each movement. An almost accomplished smile curled his lips, relishing the subtle power he held over you. "Do my fingers feel good?" His voice danced all hushed and seductive, the grate of alcohol and lust on his throat.

You were lost in the whims of his touch, unfolding in his hands. As he quickened the pace of his fingers, your body arched along the river banks of abandon, edging closer to release. "I know something that would feel even better."

He possessed an innate knowledge of the words that would stoke the fire within you. "We’ll get there," he whispered, his breath hot on your racing pulse. "First… come for me."

"Yes," you whimpered, your voice trembling with the impending climax that welled within. His finger movements, an audacious symphony between soaked folds, carried you ever closer. "I'm… I'm… "

As your cries of pleasure came forth with volume, Garreth focused his efforts on your clitoral hood, applying firm pressure as opposed to frantic fingering, intent on prolonging the spasms. At the same time, your body practically sang his praises, and he offered the same in return. "Good girl. Now... are you ready for me?"

You panted, flipping over to face him with a breathless peppering of kisses, flush with gratitude. “Keep calling me a good girl like that, and I will be,” you breathed, gently biting his bottom lip.

He was quick on the draw, bless him. "Good girl.”

Eager motions resumed, bodies practically clinging together. "I want you inside me, Garreth." You squirmed underneath, anticipating his taking. “Let me be your good girl; take me from behind…”

Without hesitation, Garreth shifted you onto your stomach faster than his brain could sort sense of the idea. He grabbed you by the hips, repositioning you on the bed with precision, with his trademark combination of dominance and fondness. You stabilized on elbows, swaying your hips like the comely creature you were.

"Is this what my good girl wants?" he smirked, devouring the gradual parting of your legs, the invitation for him to claim what is rightfully his.

"Yes," you practically pleaded, thrumming to feel the weight of his hands upon your hips, to experience his penetration. "Please, baby... spank me."

He processed the request with his mouth slightly agape in surprise at your words. No one had ever made such a request to him before. "Are you asking me to spank my good girl?"

A coy nod over your shoulder and a bitten lip conveyed your consent. "Yes, please... I'll be good..."

"Say it properly.” The command was all supplicant and alluring, while ravenous hands sampled your inner thighs.

“Please, Garreth…” You whimpered, practically dripping. “Please, spank me.”

"That's better..."

A palm thunderclapped across your rear with unexpected force. Another followed in quick succession, harder than the first, and you cried a simpering symphony. Hips swayed and rutted, knees threatened to buckle, and your back arched as heat rooted deep. "More, please, baby..."

His breath hitched as he took in your heartfelt plea, spurred on by something that mingled and met with testosterone, compelling him to venture into unexplored realms, a captive yearning for sweet freedom. Garreth employed the enthralling control he had over you as he gripped your hips possessively, while his palm branded your buttocks.

"So good," you gasped, and each contact drew forth a garbled moan.

A mischievous smirk played across the lion’s face, as he darkened at the welting consequences of his actions. He prolonged the inevitable. "Oh, is that so?" His hand descended once more, his touch deliberate, unhurried.

"Yes, oh god..." You yearned for a proper fuck, to have your hips hammered, longed to stretch intimately around him. With your bottom lip caught between teeth, you glanced back at Garreth, exuding an eager and willing demeanour. "Baby, please..."

The taut heat of his cock nestled against your rear. Nimble fingers curled into your waist, drawing you closer, and then Garreth discovered the full extent of your arousal. "So wet for me..."

"Only for you, baby..." You pushed your hips back, feeling entirely too empty all of a sudden. "Garreth, I need you inside of me… please, take me... "

"Oh, I'm going to take you, all right."

And then, in a display of vulnerability, he guided you closer with hesitant hands seeking comfort on your thighs. With a shared breath, Garreth aligned himself, gathering warmth and wetness in kind on his cock, and announced his entry with an audible exhale.

Like a reflex, your back arched, writhing serpentine along his length as Garreth bottomed out. He provided experimental thrusts, gradually quickened the pace, and soon you were sucked into a beautiful pattern.

A primal moan parted lips in an unfiltered expression of longing as he delved deeper, as Garreth bucked from behind. Bending down, he pressed an enthusiastic kiss to your nape, grunting with the forceful motion of his fuck. With every thrust, his lips on your neck sent shivers down your spine, and with how desperate he was to hold you close, Garreth clutched you close and brought your torso upright, swaying in rhythm, your bodies making sense of one another’s.

"Oh, baby girl…" The wizard purred into your ear with a strong forearm clamped over your torso and a firm grasp tangled in your hair. He tugged at your strands as he increased his pace, the pricks of pulled nerves eliciting a gasp. His grip across your midsection anchored you to his chest, the tight hold leaving crescent marks of possession into the swell of a breast. A lovely, lewd sound escaped his throat as your hips began to meet his movements, the overwhelming pleasure consuming him entirely.

Your back pressed against his chest, and you contorted in all the right ways. With a head tilted back, your sights set on the heavens, surrendering to the moment. "Fuck me, baby. Hold me tight..."

"I’m not letting go," The words were all breath, the sound caught on the brimming heart stuck in his throat, as he leaned down to bite your neck. "You're... you're mine..."

Your hand instinctively snaked between your legs, choking your clit between index and middle digits. The intense sensation of Garreth's plumbing your depths brought you to the brink, surpassing your wildest expectations. "Oh god, Garreth, I'm... I'm coming...”

A shriek was stifled as you came hard and raw, your abdomen releasing pressure buildup as you rocked against Garreth’s cock like it was your saving grace, coaxing and prolonging your release as you disengaged from body and mind, almost going slack in his arms. The announcement, the tightness of your orgasm propelled him fuck to his full potential, chorused by your cries. He teetered on the brink, his equilibrium delicately balanced as he held onto your hip, thrusting deeper inside with each exhalation, his movements deliberate and steadfast.

The bed protested audibly as you rocked on your knees, punctuating your passionate connection. You coaxed him with a voice still raw and made all the more ragged from your climax. "Come, baby…"

Your words were the catalyst of his coming. Garreth buried his face into the back of your neck, breathing ragged and erratic as the boundless excitement that you built within him finally burst forth in a breathtaking culmination. He surrendered to an overwhelming release, spilling himself deep within.

Collapsing forward, he pressed you into the bed, his body weight a comforting presence upon you. You let out a sound of satisfaction as he settled on your back, your inner thighs slick with evidence of your shared release. An inward sigh of fulfillment escapes you while you tilt to plant a kiss on his cheek. "God, that was even better than the first."

"You’ve rendered me boneless, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, as he buried his face in the crook of your shoulder. “I’m utterly spent.”

You couldn't help letting out a soft chuckle; your fingers naturally entwined with his as you both shifted onto your sides. When your eyes met, they reflected a sense of contentment and gratification. "Me too," you admitted, your voice soothing in the quiet aftermath. "Spent and drained..."

Garreth's hand tightened around yours, conveying tenderness. His lips curled into a gentle smile, a sparkle of admiration flickering in his gaze. Compelled by magnetism, you gravitated close, capturing his lips in a gentle kiss. "Stay," you murmured, longing to extend this moment of closeness.

The chuckle he responded with caught you off guard until you realized that you hadn’t the foggiest idea whose bed you just expressed your feelings in. "Ah, I see," you laughed, begrudgingly reaching for your clothes.

As you tugged each article of clothing on, Garreth adjusted the rabbit costume back into place, and you devolved into a fit of giggles. “Did you even take off that ridiculous get-up?”

“Listen, love,” Garreth smirked, claiming your chin with impish intent. “I just fucked the most beautiful woman in our year wearing this. I won't soon be criticizing its charm.”

You leaned closer to kiss him, as breathless as he made you feel. “Fair enough.”

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Lakeside Confessions

An audio excerpt from Chapter 4 of my Gauntlow fic, In The Shadow of Every Word Left Unspoken

In which Ominis and Sebastian admit how they fell in love with one another! 🥰❤️

This one was so fun to make and I've been dying to hear how it turns out. My heart is so full for them right now, you have no idea! 😭🔥❤️

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HeadCannons: Sleeping Beside Sebastian and Ominis

700 words | fluff

Sebastian Sallow x f!reader x Ominis Gaunt

Credit goes to https://www.youtube.com/@Picklerikk (seriously go check out their channel - I'm not sure if they are on Tumblr, but please do let me know and I will credit accordingly ♡ ♥)

Most nights, you and Ominis could be found on Sebastian's bed - legs tangled between the three of you, his light green blanket draping over Ominis, who complained a lot about how cold Hogwarts was. Books, scrolls, and crumpled papers sprawled on the bed, there was no space left, but you could never find a cozier spot in the world.

Sebastian welcomed his two closest friends with open arms to his personal space in the dormitory. His bed was rarely made, and you could always spot a book or two next to his pillows. Often a book stolen from the restricted section would end up under his pillow too.

You had suggested that the three of you switch it up and use Ominis' bed, and you received a glare from Sebastian. That day you learned that one of Ominis' pet peeves is when other people get on his bed with outside clothes on... and that Ominis is very particular about the things he owned.

Your bed is out of the question, even the castle itself didn't let boys step a single foot in the girls' dormitories.

Sneaking into Sebastian and Ominis' bedroom is basically a stealth and Disillusionment charm practice. You swore you got better at lurking in poachers' camps after a couple weeks sleeping at Sebastian's.

"Silencio!" Sebastian casted after the three of you already curled up on his bed, giggling as you tried to fit three bodies into one full bed.

Ominis always preferred to be on the outer side, "being in the middle is claustrophobic inducing," he said.

When it was Sebastian's turn to be in the middle, he opened up about his feelings to the closest people he had in the world. Anne's cure, how he dearly missed his parents and the insecurity that you and Ominis would drift away. You wrapped your arms around his shoulder and buried your face in his neck, assuring the boy that it would never happen. Ominis held Sebastian's hand tightly, assuring the same. Maybe it was the ambiance, or the fact that Sebastian felt he was the luckiest man on the planet for having you and Ominis around, that night his face was wet with a stream of tears.

While the three of you were working on Professor Bin's History of Magic essay about the great houses in the Wizarding World, Ominis talked about his family. Sebastian knew a lot already, but you were deeply touched that Ominis trusted you enough to share his personal struggles. He mentioned that the Gaunts weren't as rich as people thought, and his family was holding on to their name value as it was all that they had left. Ominis swore to himself that he would start a new life away from the Gaunts after graduation. (Then the three of you decided to find an apartment together to live in after Hogwarts, with Anne as well.)

You found comfort in letting out your frustrations with Ancient Magic and the pressure you have been feeling to Sebastian and Ominis. They were beyond patient in explaining the Wizarding terms that you don't understand. One time, Sebastian showed you his Patronus charm - blue lights emitted from his wand, quickly forming into a falcon, flying around the small confinement of his section in the room.

Your face would turn into deep shades of red whenever you felt Sebastian's arms wrapped around your waist after he fell asleep. He was obvious in his possessiveness towards you, even when no one was looking. He would bury his face in your hair, you even caught him planting a chaste kiss on your nape one time.

On the other hand, Ominis was more subtle with his affections. Sometimes you abruptly woke up in the middle of the night gasping for air, and the nightmares about Ranrok's attacks plagued you. You felt Ominis' hand soothing your backside, telling you that everything will be alright. You lay down again facing him, as his gentle hands snaked around you and rubbed your backside. Ominis' soft breathing and warmth lulled you back to sleep in no time.

At the end of the day, you were glad you came to Hogwarts.

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[letthemusicmoveyou28]

We Can Roll in the Darkness

🎄A 2023 Advent Fic by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28

Ch: 25/25 (29k)

(Or the one where Louis and his best mate Niall decide to take the plunge and open a pub. The goal is to open Christmas Day, but the building renovations are proving trickier than expected. Insert: a construction company with a questionable name, a certain curly haired builder who catches Louis’ attention, and a little festive chaos along the way).

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[fierymiasma]

☽ No Good Deed Goes Unpunished ☽ // Sebastian x f!MC

Summary: Sebastian gives f!MC Amortentia, so she never tries to leave him again. He instantly regrets it.

A continuation of "For Her Own Good". I got a ton of requests to continue this fic!

♪ Tags: Slight Dub-con, Dark!Sebastian, Jealous!Sebastian, Obsession, Possessiveness, toxicity, Use of Love potions, Manipulation, Angst, some very small Ominis x MC if you squint

Word Count: 4k 💔

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Sebastian never felt more free than when he was dueling by her side.  Even in his 7th year, where the novelty of dueling together had long faded, he still cherished the occasions where her back pressed closely against his in the heat of battle.  All of his worries over Anne's illness, over Ominis's avoidance, seemed to melt away when he was with her.

Of course, like most good things in Sebastian's life, it had to come to an end.

"Diffindo!"

A blood-curdling scream.  Her body slumping against his.  He could almost feel the waves of her pain coursing through his bones.  His lover's face was pale, staring at the blood soaking through her own leather armor in shock.

He turned around, face in a ferocious snarl.  The offending dark wizard sneered back.  Something broke inside Sebastian.  "You'll pay for that.  Crucio!" 

He would never admit to anyone how good it felt casting an unforgivable curse. It was well deserved.  He was finally delivering righteous justice.  Power sang in his nerve endings.  "If you so much as lay another finger on her, I will not hold back on you.  By the time I'm finished, you'll wish I used the Killing Curse. Crucio!"

"Sebastian!"

"Crucio!"  His eyes blazed murderously.  The crackles of red magic made his dark eyes gleam with malicious intent, pinning his victim in place.  Sebastian was delighted to hear the cries of anguish from the villain who hurt her.  "No one touches her."

"Sebastian, please!"

"Crucio!"

"Sebastian!"  A delicate but firm hand grabbed his wand hand, tugging it away. 

The red surrounding the periphery of his vision vanished.  She was in front of him, hair in disarray, splatters of her own blood on her cheek.  There were empty bottles of Wiggenweld potion strewn about.  "Sebastian, please, please, enough!  No more.  No more suffering." 

Even in this state, she was dreadfully beautiful.  Perfect even.  Sebastian marveled how she managed to find the strength to stop him in his tracks after taking such a powerful hit straight on. 

Before he could reply, the dark wizard stumbled to their feet behind her.  For the first time in his life, Sebastian was frozen, body unable to response.  With one last shaky last breath, the enemy wizard screamed.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Sebastian woke up screaming, heart pounding in his throat.  His sheets were soaked with sweat.  His face glistened with tears.

He was back in the safety of his dorm.  It was a dream.  Just a nightmare.  She was still alive.  She was okay.  Sebastian managed to make it in time to save her.  His breathing evened.  Their last battle had been a near miss.  They had been lucky to escape with their lives intact.  Sebastian didn't regret torturing the dark wizard, it was only a fraction of what he was willing to do to keep her save. 

His only regret was that she saw it.

Ever since the incident, she had actively avoided him.  Said she needed her "space" to think.  Sebastian wish he knew Legilimency.  His sweetheart looked so shell-shock that day.  Skittering away from his outstretched hands, turning away from his fierce gaze.  She would shy away from the robes he tried to drape over her and his comforting arms.  Still experiencing the remnants of his anger, Sebastian had just thought she was still recovering from her wounds.

Now, he wondered if there was something else on the dueling grounds that she was more afraid of.

Flopping back down on his bed, he threw his arm over his eyes.  Just a nightmare.  Nothing to worry about.

But, a nagging voice ask in the back of his mind, what if it happened again?  What if she got hurt in the rare moments Sebastian wasn't there by her side?  How could Sebastian hope to protect her, when she wanted nothing to do with him?

What if she left him, just as Sebastian's parents did when he was young?  Just as Ominis and Anne turned their backs to him in their 5th year, when all he wanted to do was save his sister?

Sebastian turned his head to his nightstand.  An innocuous vial stood patiently, begging to be used.  Though it was corked, he could still smell her the signature scent from the Amortentia: the warm, flowery perfume that Sebastian gifted her and her favorite apple tarts.  Ever since he had brewed the love potion in the Undercroft, it had sat in a tiny vial in the inner breast pocket of his robes.  It was a tickling bomb, a heavy sin that sat directly in front of his heart. 

He never once imagined that he would resort to such measures.  He wished it didn't have to come down to this.  In a perfect world, she would understand that he only meant to keep her safe.  But in a perfect world, Anne wouldn't have been cursed.  In a perfect world, Sebastian wouldn't be alone in trying to do the impossible to save the people he loved. 

His mind was made up.  She was the only one left.  He would do whatever it takes to make sure that she was safe.  That she would never leave again.

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Sebastian's fingers drummed nervously over the parcel.  His right leg shook anxiously as he paced in front of the Room of Requirements.  She had been elusive since the incident, avoiding him all over Hogwarts.  But if her Room of Requirement revealed itself to Sebastian, then she wasn't entirely keeping him out, was she?  He could feel his nervous heartbeat in the spiked pastries that he was holding.  Finally mustering the courage to enter, he opened the door very quietly, silently sneaking in. 

There she sat, her hair swept behind her, locks spilling over her shoulders.  She was dressed in her favorite leather corset, the one she wore when she was expecting a hard fight.  Sebastian wondered if it was the same one she wore when she took the severing charm straight to the chest.

As he approached closer, his heartbeat stilled.  Right next to her on the couch was Ominis Gaunt himself.  He caught them together.  Ominis was with her, alone.  Hovering behind a pillar in the entranceway, Sebastian listened in.  His stomach couldn't help but coil in jealously.  The irony of the situation was not lost on him.  How many times in their 5th year had Sebastian stolen his Hufflepuff away to teach her the dark arts only for a nosy Ominis to interrupt their time together?

"I'm just worried.  Sebastian hasn't been himself lately."  Ominis pleaded.  "I don't know if anything transpired between the two of you, but I'm worried he's going down a dark path again."  Ominis shook his head.  "You wouldn't happen to know anything, would you?

Sebastian inhaled sharply.  If Ominis were to learn that he used the Cruciatus Curse once again, the rat would run straight to Headmaster Black.

Sebastian's hand reached into his robes, curling protectively around his wand.

She shook her head.  "Nothing strange has happened between the two of us, I assure you Ominis.  If something bad did happen, you'd be the first to know."

Sebastian's heart fluttered.  Even when she was refusing to speak with him, she was so fiercely loyal to him.  What a good girl. 

Ominis sighed.  "I know our friendship hasn't been easy on you.  Sebastian and I…we're not exactly friends anymore.  He seems to confide in you more these days."  The back of Ominis's neck flushed.  "I too seem to always rely on you for comfort."

Something ugly reared its head in Sebastian.  How dare he?  How often was Ominis, his supposed "friend" talking to Sebastian's flame like this?  The drumming heartbeat in the vial grew louder, overwhelming the rest of Sebastian's thoughts.  It was fortunate that Sebastian had the foresight to make Amortentia, before things escalated any further.

Her hands gripped Ominis's trying to offer him some modicum of comfort.  "He's trying, Ominis.  Give him a chance.  Sebastian works so hard to be good."  Ominis scoffed.  She politely ignored it.  "He's always had a heart too big for one person, sometimes it leans too heavy in one direction, but, Sebastian means well.  He's a good person, despite some of his actions.  I believe in him, to always chose good at the end of the day."

Ominis squirmed.  He too once thought exactly the same way.  Ignoring all the warning signs, excusing away the blatant manipulation and lies.  It was Solomon's death that was the final straw, a brutal wake up call for Ominis and Anne alike.

He just hoped his friend was able to see it as well before it was too late for her.

"You're too charitable to him."  Ominis decided.  "Ever since you've arrived at Hogwarts in our 5th year, he's been a negative influence on you.  I have a feeling he still wants to lure you into the dark arts.  You need to be careful around him."

Her expression softened.  "Ominis, that's enough.  You needn't worry.  Rest assured, I'm more than capable of holding my own.  There's no need to ever fear Sebastian."

Ominis doubted her words.  It seemed like from the very first day of their meeting, she had been under Sebastian's spell.  Always turning a blind eye to Sebastian's misdeeds.

He was suddenly reminded of the night he caught Sebastian making sleeping potions for her in the Undercroft.  Though Sebastian had tried to assuage his worries at the time, Ominis couldn't feel that something was…amiss.  Something in Ominis's gut was screaming at him to warn her.  He needed to tell her.

"There's something that's been bothering me about him recently.  I think Sebastian-"

The pair were interrupted by the extremely loud, deafening noise of the door of the Room of Requirements swinging open.  Sebastian made a big show of it, as if he had just now been arriving, like he hadn't been spying on them for their entire conversation.

"There you are!"  He said breezily, strolling up to the two of them.  "I've been looking for you all over the place." 

Ominis turned to the sound of the other Slytherin's voice, instantly on guard. 

"Sebastian?" She muttered uneasily. Had the Room of Requirements let him in?

"Do you have a minute?" he asked. 

Now that Sebastian was standing in front of her, he was able to better visualize tiny imperfections.  There was a new rough leather stitch crudely sewing up the two jagged edges of the ripped outer corset, right where she had been struck.  His sweetheart had dark bags under her eyes, as if she stayed up at night worried over something.  His eyes trailed downward. 

Fresh, new bandages covered her slim hands.  She clasped her hands together in front of her delicately as if they hurt to be moved. 

Sebastian's gut twisted.  That wasn't there the last time they were together.  She had been sneaking off outside of Hogwarts either alone or with Poppy and Natty, two individuals who weren't willing to do whatever it took to keep his darling from harm.

There was a missing beat of silence.  The hero of Hogwarts wasn't sure if she wanted to talk to Sebastian. 

"I suppose so," she relented, her voice devoid of her usual warmth.  Ominis hovered protectively next to her, hands clenched into fists as if he wasn't sure how to feel about his once close friend. 

The parchment covered package in Sebastian's robe pockets felt like a heavy weight under their scrutiny.  Sebastian cleared his throat.  "Can I speak with you alone?"

Ominis turned his head towards her.  A silent conversation seemed to pass between them.  Sebastian hadn't realized how close they had gotten.  A fleeting moment passed, before the hero of Hogwarts nodded.  Ominis got up from the couch, about to leave, before he hesitated.  Bending forward, he leaned over whispering something in her ear.  Sebastian stepped closer to the couch, wishing his hearing was good enough to hear what lies Ominis was telling her.

As Ominis moved to leave their friend's side, Sebastian couldn't help but bump against the other boy's shoulders, angry at his friend's betrayal.  Ominis paused, frowning.  He whispered so only Sebastian could hear, "Why do you smell like her perfume and Sirona's apple tarts?"

Sebastian stilled, his breath caught in his throat.  He could fell his own heart beat through the vial of Amortentia pressed against his chest.  So, Ominis too, could smell her signature scent in the love potion.  And all of a sudden Sebastian's paranoid fears were suddenly confirmed.  Ominis was falling for the girl who rightfully belonged to Sebastian.

He couldn't be too angry, he supposed.  By virtue of being the most gorgeous, talented witch in Hogwarts, she was bound to attract more attention.

"Good bye, Ominis." Sebastian said rather cruelly.  "I shall see you later tonight, in our dorm."  Sebastian dismissed his former friend from the conversation.  The other boy narrowed his eyes, before excusing himself from the Room of Requirements, not longing to be in Sebastian's company for any longer than necessary. 

The hero of Hogwarts frowned, unaware of what just happened between the two once friends.  "What do you want, Sebastian?"

Now that Ominis had left them alone, Sebastian's face instantly transformed.  It was almost reminiscent of the adorable 5th year boy who stared at her lovingly across the greenhouse during herbology.  "I just wanted to check in on you, sweetheart.  Is that a crime?"

She winced at his choice of words.  The memory of bone-chilling screams, of the torture curse that Sebastian had once used on her, used now on another kept her awake at night.

She had been horrified.  When Sebastian had killed his uncle, the poor sweet boy she fell in love with was instantly remorseful.  Upset, disgusted in himself and what he had done.  She dared to finally look up and look at Sebastian in the eye.

This was not the same boy she met on her first day of Hogwarts.  His eyes were dark, unrelenting, too intense.  His eyes trained on her every move as if he was prepared for her to leave him at a moment's notice.  Sebastian always seemed to know what was on her mind.  Gently, he sat next to her, where Ominis had once sat.  His hands found hers.  Rough fingers ran over her bandages, examining her new injury.

"Please, sweetheart,"  Sebastian leaned over, his forehead practically touching hers.  "I didn't meant to upset you.  I did it for you.  If I hadn't had the strength to use Crucio…well, I'm just glad I was there to protect you."

Whoever this was, this version of Sebastian, held his head up high.  Like his use of Cruicto was a point of pride.  A means to an end to protect what was his. 

She was afraid.  She said nothing, not knowing if there was anything that she could say that wouldn't upset Sebastian.

His eyes were pleading.  She wondered, not for the first time, if he genuinely believed what he was saying or was using his silver tongue of his to manipulate her.  Did he even know what he was doing, pulling at people's emotions until they wilted under his wishes?

She was unable to make eye contact with him, afraid of how he'd react to what she was about to say.  "Sebastian, please, I'm sorry, but…I just need some more time.  To…process everything that has happened."

"Sweetheart, we can't be apart now.  Look,"  Sebastian squeezed her hand forcefully, accidentally brushing up against her bruise.  She winced.  "You need me now, more than ever.  You need someone by your side, who has your back.  Who really has your back.  I will do whatever it takes to make sure you're never harmed."

"Sebastian," her voice cracked she barely spoke above a whisper.  "That's exactly what I'm afraid of."  Looking up at Sebastian's face, she could tell that he did not understand.  "Sebastian, please don't be mistaken.  This isn't a good bye.  I just…I just need some time…alone to think."

He nodded stiffly, shoulders falling.  He looked so distraught.  "I…I understand.  Then, I want to apologize, for…everything that happened.  I never meant to upset you."  He reached into his robes pocket, pulling out a parchment covered package, carefully wrapped in twine.  "I got you your favorite apple tarts made from Sirona.  I just picked it up from Hogsmeade this morning."

She picked up the parcel, inspecting it.  There was an unreadable expression on her face.  Sebastian held his breath.  Again, he wondered what Ominis had whispered to her.

"What do you want from me, Sebastian?" She asked again, a bit more tired.  She was unsure if this gift was more of an apology or a bribe for her affections.

Probably both.

"I just want to take care of you."  Sebastian frowned, looking like a kicked Crup puppy.  "Even if we have to part ways, it doesn't mean I can't show you how much you mean to me.  I'll always cherish the moments we had together."

She nodded, blinking tears out of her eyes.

༺♥༻❀༺♥༻

She sighed, it had been days since her last conversation with Sebastian.  Shockingly, he had respected her wishes, and stayed away from her.  It must have killed him. 

She looked over at her deskside at the package of her favorite apple tarts that Sebastian had gotten her.  Over the past two years together, Sebastian was constantly showering her with small gifts.  Whether it be an old spellbook, some flowers from the fields surrounding Feldcroft or just "something in the store window that made me think of you".  She was honestly quite shocked that he had not bombarded her with more gifts in the past month. 

Unwrapping one of the tarts, she smelled its rich scent.  She inspected for longer than she intended.  Ominis's warning played like a broken record. A million thoughts raced around her head.  Slowly, she ripped off a chunk with her teeth.  As she let the warm, softened apples melt into her mouth she tried to place what the scent was from.  It smelled…a bit different somehow.  The pillows in the Undercroft, the flowers surrounding Feldcroft, the warmth of Sebastian's cologne.

….Sebastian.

Sebastian Sallow, the love of her life.

Sebastian who was the most perfect, most gorgeous person in the world.

Sebastian Sallow who protected her so fiercely that it took her breath away.

Sebastian, whose growing darkness only sent dangerous thrills down her spine.  Whose dark, possessive gaze terrified her very soul.  And yet, a small, very hidden part of her was so enraptured in his maniac, obsession over her.  A dark part of her who was elated that a man so pure-hearted as Sebastian was willing to do the unforgivable to protect her.  To make her his.

She wondered how far he was willing to go for her.  How corruptible the once innocent boy was.  If she asked him to do the unforgivable, would he?  If she wanted to abuse Isidora's power and take over the wizarding world, would he bend the knee to her?  Be at her side?

If she asked him to burn the world for her, would he?

She shivered.  She needed to see him immediately.

Her vision was a blur.  This was a dull pounding in her head that made it difficult to think of anything else other than finding Sebastian Sallow, the man she was destined to be with.  The hero of Hogwarts didn't even register that she had moved from the comfort and safety of the Room of Requirements until the telltale iron gates of the Undercroft were shuddering open.

There he was, practically his spellwork surrounding by an army of training dummies.  She stood dumbly in the doorway for a bit, watching how beautiful his movements were.  Whenever she dueled, it was full of crazed desperation without any finesse as she struggled for her life. 

He was different.  He moved like a dancer.  Movements graceful, expressive.  His duels were always full of his spitfire and personality. 

She was in love.  He was hers.  He belonged to her.  No one else.

No one else could corrupt him like she could. 

"Sebastian," she whispered loudly in the Undercroft. 

The seventh year in question spun around, heart leaping into his throat.  He adored how she spoke his name, with almost the same amount of reverence he had for her.  In an instant, she was everywhere.  Hands clinging on his robes, one of her legs was hitched up, trying to wind its way around his hips.  She was trying to crawl onto his lap.  She pressed her nose against his neck, inhaling his rich scent, not bothered by her own extreme lack of decorum.

"Oh, I've missed you, Sebastian, I never want to be apart from you ever again.  You need to be next to me, forever."

Sebastian was overwhelmed by her warmth.  Her scent washed over him.  Eagerly, he wrapped his arms around he.  He never wanted to ever let go.  Even two weeks was too long to be apart from her.  This is where he belonged.  Where they both belonged.  With each other.  "Sweetheart, you came back."

"Yes, Yes, Sebastian, I wasn't ever going to leave you.  I can't ever be without you."

Sebastian swallowed thickly.  He wondered how much of what she said was from herself or from the Amortentia. 

He burned his face in her hair.  In a small whisper, his voice cracked.  "Please, please don't ever leave me like that again.  I was only trying to help.  To protect you."

She cooed, burying her face into Sebastian's firm chest.  Roughly, she pulled on his robes, wanting to be as close with him as possible.

"I love you, Sebastian.  I love you so dearly, my love.  I love you.  I love you, Sebastian."

Sebastian pulled himself away from her.  In their two years they have been seeing each other, she never once said those famous three words he had been dying to hear.  He was always the one to profess his love to her, patiently waiting for the day for her to say it back. 

This wasn't how he imaged it.

Her eyes were glassy, unseeing, as if she was looking past him.

Something like bile was rising in the back of his throat.  This wasn't her.   This wasn't the whip smart, sharp-tongued, teasing girl who he fell in love with.  He had fallen for the girl who wouldn't back down from his rude comments.  Who stood on her tip toes screaming her head off whenever they got into their infamous disagreements.  He fell in love with the girl who dragged him across the entire countryside of Scotland to do silly little tasks for the random villagers of Hogwarts.

Whoever this was, wasn't her.

This was all wrong.  It felt like the inferi all over again.  This wasn't what Sebastian had in mind.

He knew what he had to do.  Gripping his concealed wand tightly with one hand, his other hand gently cupped her face.   She softened, melting into his touch.  Her hair spilled over his hands and she looked up at him like he was the night sky.  He didn't want to let her go.  This was perhaps the last time, he would see the love of his life look at him with this amount of affection, no matter how fake.

He almost didn't recognize his voice when he said, "Close your eyes, sweetheart.'

Her long eyelashes fluttered shut on his command.  Sebastian leaned in for a kiss, perhaps their last.  Even the kiss was wrong.  Her movements were frenzied, as if she was intoxicated off of his scent.  Her tongue pushed forward, searching for his, greedily and single-mindedly.  She was uncaring of what Sebastian's preferences were, only thinking of how to consume him.  It disgusted Sebastian what he had created.  

Pulling back from the kiss, he had no regrets as to what he was about to do.  Tears began to spill over onto his cheeks.  She frowned in confusion as she slowly reached up to him, trying to dry his eyes.  Swiftly, he pulled out his wand.  With a trembling hand, he pointed it right at her.

"Obliviate." 

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[slytherizz]

Secret Melodies - Sebastian Sallow x Female!MC/Reader

Summary: Below the Hogwarts music room Sebastian discovers his friend has been keeping a dirty little secret

Prompt for @twitchydownfall kinkmas: Melolagnia (music kink) + Smug

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: 18+, aged-up characters, explicit sexual content, vaginal fingering, Melolagnia (music kink), dubious consent (if you squint)

Sebastian noticed the inclination first at the Christmas feast. He was squeezed beside her on the long benches along with the rest of the students with nowhere else to go over the festive season. Professor Ronan had wrangled what was left of the choir to perform carols for the straggling student body. Just as they’d begun their first song she’d burst into a fit of nervous giggling and quickly excused herself to go to the loo only returning fifteen minutes later when they’d finished. For a moment Sebastian thought someone had spiked her pumpkin juice but when he sniffed her cup when she wasn’t looking, he found nothing was amiss.

His suspicion only grew every day at twelve o’clock. When the bells would chime out their merry tune her cheeks would blush and an inviting shade of crimson. It didn’t matter that she was bundled up in her heavy woollen scarf and thick tights under her skirt, a shiver would spread down her spine as if fresh snow had fallen down the back of her cloak and ice was sliding down her spine the chill electrified her nerves down to the tips of her fingers. Each time it happened she'd look rather flustered and quickly start prattling on about lunch, charms homework or any number of inconsequential things, desperately trying to hide the pink of her ears behind her hair.

Then came her disappearing act. Five to Six. Tuesdays and Thursdays. Like clockwork.

Sebastian was beginning to doubt his hypothesis, perhaps it was all just a coincidence, and he was beginning to feel rather foolish. If she didn't come, he'd have to wait until the entire orchestra had left to save himself the embarrassment. He'd be stuck, hunched over in the dusty eaves of the bell tower for another hour. He'd already been here for one not wanting to risk scaring her off or running into her outside and have to explain what he was doing so far from his usual haunts.

The orchestra were due to arrive in less than ten minutes and his back muscles were already beginning to ache from his stoop position, the low ceilings not nearly high enough to accommodate his full height. Sebastian was just about to give up and admit defeat when he heard the scuffling of a singular pair of feet on the floor above his head.

She came.

Sebastian slunk back further into the dark hiding himself from her view as she quickly clicked the small door behind her. She leased a shaky breath, carding her fingers through her hair she looked almost alight with anticipation. She walked unsteadily over to a crate folding her cloak neatly and placing it on the floor to her left. She ran her hand over her backside, smoothing out her skirt as she perched on the edge of the crate her back to him.

Sebastian could feel his heart fluttering in his chest, his pulse quickening in anticipation, devouring her greedily with his eyes like how a fox watches a chicken coop. 

For a while, she just sat there silently her ankles crossed the low light cracks from the floorboards illuminated her in a streaky spotlight. A hidden star in a show ready to perform for a solitary audience.

The floorboards began to creak overhead, dust shaking loose from the rafters as the muttering crowds above their heads took their positions, strings whined as they were tuned. She looked so serene and for a moment Sebastian thought he'd been entirely wrong and perhaps she did just come here to listen merely as a patron of the arts.

Any doubt in Sebastian’s mind dissipated as soon as he heard the first pluck of a harp string. Unaware of two keen eyes watching her from the darkness she didn't suppress the violent shiver that rolled down her spine.

Much to Sebastian's delight his theory had been correct, but then again, he was rarely wrong.

As the string section purred into life that familiar shiver rattled through her but unaware of his presence she didn't hide its effect on her. A rosy stain painted her cheeks, her fingers ghosted across the heat in her face and Sebastian had to stifle the guttural groan from his own lips as he watched her follow that flush down as it as it spread lower. Her hands traced down the flush along her throat to loosen her tie and the top buttons of her blouse. The flush spreading along her clavicle, she left goosebumps in her wake.

He knew if he could see himself, Sebastian would see a similar effect staining his own skin. She was drunk on the sounds that poured in from above but he was drunk on triumph and the sight of her increasingly dishevelled appearance.

She made clean work of her buttons, and as the tempo increased from the orchestra above, she seemed emboldened with need as the wind section called out to the strings. Her shallow breathing called out to their song in an intoxicating whimper.

Her nimble fingers slid down to her ankles, and she hitched up her skirt. Lifting her hips she peeled her winter tights down her legs, exposing the soft skin of her thighs. Sebastian loosened his own tie around his neck the only thing to distract his fingers from reaching for her too soon and creating valleys in her flesh with his hands, imagining what it might feel like to sink his teeth into them.

Patience was truly a virtue, and his mouth went dry as her fingers dip tentatively between her thighs. She shuddered in time to the swelling of the brass. The noise that escaped her lips, a delicious little whine as her fingers teased her secret place was enough to break his composure. Sebastian had proved his theory right, and he felt he’d earnt a reward for his troubles.

He stepped out of the dark, on silent feet drowned out by the hum of music above he snuck up behind her. Her eyes were shut tight, too wrapped up in the song and her ministrations between her legs to be alerted to his presence towering above her. Leaning in close he could smell the fresh mallowsweet on her skin, muddled now with the heat radiating off her skin. The tempting swell of her breasts underneath her stays rose and fell with her shuddered breaths.

"You know if you wanted some help all you had to do was ask?" he purred into the shell of her ear.

Her eyes snapped open. She hurried to pull down her skirt back down her legs, but Sebastian caught her smaller hands in his. Wrapping his hand around her wrists as she stammered searching for words that wouldn’t come. Stradling the back of the crate to take the position behind her, his groin pressed against her back securing his legs astride her hips. She wriggled against his hips, jostling to get away now not only flushed with arousal but embarrassment. Sebastian couldn’t suppress the slight moan that escaped his own lips as her incessant movements brushed up against his own hardening arousal. She stilled a sound escaping her lips halfway between a horrified gasp and a needy moan. Sebastian knew she must have realised how the sight of her touching herself had affected him, feeling the stiffness twitching against the small of her back.

"Seb- I don't know what you think is going on but your wrong-" she flustered but she cut herself off with a groan as the twittering sound of flutes joined the chorus of string and brass. Her eyelashes fluttered and her thighs jerked to rub together instinctively. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on who you ask, Sebastian was quicker. He wrapped his free hand around her thigh, forcing them apart in his iron grip suppressing her ability to allow her any relief.

“Don’t be coy with me, pet. Or I’ll make you beg for it. I know I’ll find you dripping under here,” he cooed teasing the hem of her knickers. She whimpered. A godly sound perfectly tuned to his own primal needs that sent the blood rushing to his cock and it twitched approvingly against the small of her back.

He knew she'd beg for it.

"You know, if you’d asked, I would have been more than happy to help with your little problem," he smirked running his hand along the inside of her thigh.

“It’s really not what you think-” she began, the quiver in her voice betraying any confidence she tried to muster. She was still twitching in his firm hold, knees pressing inwards against his hands as she tried to seek relief and he admired the dips and valleys her motions created as they pressed against his long fingers.

“We can sit like this all night if you want,” he mused “Or if you’re a good girl and ask nicely and I will help.”

She squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to control her breathing, desperate to get her racing pulse that he could feel fluttering in her wrists under control. He rolled his hips against the small of her back and she sank back against him her teeth biting hard into her bottom lip as she suppressed another whimper.

“Seb…” she began just as the swell of the music broke the last shred of her resolve to resist him. “Please-” she bit out. He chuckled against the shell of her ear, nuzzling his nose through her mussed hair. She impatiently shifted her hips as he trailed his finger along the inside of her thigh. Her breath came out in hot little pants as she practically vibrated with anticipation at his torturously slow pursuit towards the apex of her thighs.

"You're soaking," he hissed, as his fingers traced her folds through the damp fabric of her bloomers "Dirty little witch, aren’t you? Coming up here to touch yourself in secret thinking no one would notice."

A small whine escaped her bitten lips and her hands had at last ceased resisting in their pursuit to break free from his grip around her wrists. Her head had lolled back against his shoulder her eyes tightly shut. Rewarding her submission Sebastian gently pressed his thumb against her clit through the soft material.

“Oh Gods,” she murmured as he began tracing soft circles. He pressed soft kisses in time to the beat of the drum behind her ear, her collarbone following the slope of her neck to her shoulder lulling her into softening her still stiff limbs in his hold. He wanted her boneless, pliant, but mostly he wanted her keening and begging for more. The deep and vibrant sounds of cellos elicited soft panting, she ground her hips against his fingers in search of more.

Satisfied she was to overcome to break free he released her wrists to loosen the ribbons of her stays. Wrapping his arm around to bring her flush against his body, pressed firmly into his chest now her arse creating a divine friction against his own throbbing need for her to rut shamelessly against her. Before she could register he’d released her hands he grasped her breast in his left hand. Kneading the soft flesh through her chamise her nipple pebbled. She moaned her now free hands wrapping around his neck to knot painfully in the back of his hair.

"Tsk, tsk. If you want more you have to ask nicely,"

"Sebastian-"

"That’s it, good girl. If you want to come, you have to say my name,” he growled his voice a deep baritone “Now tell me is this how you touch yourself when you're up here by yourself?”

"No. More-" she whined. Gone was the earlier apprehension replaced with a primal need for music and Sebastian to fill her.

"More what,” he hummed, increasing the speed of his teasing against her clit in time with the allegro.

"Touch me…”

"But I am touching you?" He chuckled fastening his mouth against her fluttering pulse to mark her skin like a composer signing his greatest work. "I wonder do you put your fingers in that pretty little cunt of yours? Hmm?"

She buried her face in his neck, the rosy stain across her cheeks deepening her gasping breaths tickling the sensitive skin below his ear. He felt her nod her head reluctantly that white-hot desire the music instilled in her body winning out over any shame she felt for her dearest friend to be the one eliciting such confessions.

"Your fingers are much too small,” he mused, releasing her breast to stretch his free hand over hers. He ran his nails across her knuckles dwarfing her smaller digits “If you say please I'll let mine stretch you out."

"Please Seb-" She practically sobbed only muffled by the deep hum of the cellos above sending her further into a frenzy. She squirmed against him desperately in search of more pressure practically aching for release. His hot breath chuckle disturbing the hair now wild framing her face.

How long had he yearned to see her like this? No longer his cocky friend but needy and desperate.   She groaned slightly at the loss of his fingers on her clit but Sebastian swiftly dipped his fingers below the waistband of her bloomers and past the sparse hairs between her thighs to tease her soaking folds.

"You're soaking. Are you always this wet or is some of this for me?" If it was possible, her cheeks went an even darker shade of crimson. Before she could bury her head away in embarrassment, he caught her chin in this hand no longer clutching her breast her eyes snapped open to meet his and he grinned wide at her victoriously before plunging one finger inside her. She released a strangled cry at the intrusion into her warmth so much larger than her own slender digits. He began to slowly pump his finger in and out of her.

"You'll spoil the song if you're too loud pet. Do you think you can keep quiet? We wouldn't want anyone else to find out your little secret now, would we?"

She nodded, biting down hard on her bottom lip to stifle her needy moans. Incredibly aware of his own aching need pressed firmly into the small of her back twitching as her body wriggled against him, he released a grunt of his own against her hair. Her hips rutted forward desperately against his finger, craving more relief only he could give her.

"So needy,” he chided, sliding his middle finger to join his index in her tight heat. Her slick walls fluttered against his fingers unfamiliar to the intrusion as they stretched to accommodate him. Her keening mewls became throaty groans. He relished in the knowledge that only a few feet above their heads students played on unaware of the fact he was turning their ‘Hero of Hogwarts’ into a boneless mess beneath their feet.

"Admit you wanted me to find you up here?” he purred against her ear.

“No- but…” she trailed off. Not wanting to lose this opportunity to draw confessions from her lips in regular circumstances she would keep bottled up. But with his hand between her legs, and the ebb and flow of music fogging her mind it wasn’t just her body that was pliant under him but her tongue.

“If you tell me, I’ll make you feel so good,” he promised curling his fingers inside of her to tease that sweet spot inside of her that would make her legs tremble. Her tight little body clenched around his fingers before relaxing further into his touch, receiving him deeper.

“I think about you,” her breathless confession plucked out of her like a string of a violin.

“Do you think about me when you touch yourself?”

“Ah- yes,” she panted. Her eyes at last opened to look at him fully, her pupils blown so wide he could barely distinguish the colour of her irises as she stared lustily at his freckled face.

“Naughty girl, keeping secrets,” he hummed. Despite his mocking scolding, he rewarded her confession by adding his thumb to press circles over her clit. She bit down hard on her lip trying to maintain her composure despite how every pump of his fingers and swirl of his thumb was reducing her to a moaning mess. Her arm gave her stability still wrapped around his neck as her spine rounded, as she at last released her bruised lip from between her teeth a rasping moan escaping her lips. He knew they were running out of time and his own need would have to wait but that didn’t stop his hips rocking against the small of her back, desperately seeking out friction on his cock. Her fingernails dug in harshly into his neck creating half-moons in his flesh as she desperately clung to him craving the rutting of his hips against her.

The music swelled around them to an almost deafening degree and her cunt began to flutter and clench.- Her slick coating his fingers allowing him to push his fingers in deeper, increasing his tempo she rutted shamelessly down onto his fingers, in time with his own motions to keep pressure on her sweet spot. She was rising to her own crescendo and with one final crook of his fingers inside of her, she climaxed. Her scream of ecstasy created a mesmerising symphony solely for him drowned out by the ear-splitting crescendo above their heads. Her orgasm racked through her as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her prolonging her bliss. The music coursed through her and his fingers stretched her cunt in perfect harmony. Sebastian didn’t think the finest musicians in the world could create a sweeter sound than she released when her earth shattered. 

She slumped bonelessly against his chest breathing heavily as he removed his fingers from her tight heat, keeping his thumb pressed against her clit to slowly coax her down from her high. She chuckled at the satiated hum she released that sent vibrations through his body.

“Next time you think about keeping a secret. Remember we make the sweetest music together.”

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