#sebastian sallow x f!reader

[talesofesther]

the one who stayed

Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Summary: For a moment, Sebastian thought he lost you, and now the guilt for what happened is eating away at him.

A/N: Yes, this is very random. I debated a lot on whether to even post this here or not, but, this Tumblr is, before anything else, a library for me to store my own works. I post everything I write here, so I figured this one shouldn't be the exception because I did like how it turned out.

Masterlist

Cold. That was all your brain could register at the moment; how the ground felt so cold underneath you.

"She's not moving."

You could hear a familiar, urgent voice right beside you. But as the seconds slowly trickled by like blood dripping from an open wound, it became increasingly hard for you to understand what exactly that voice was saying. Yet you could still register the fear laced within the tone, you could feel it in the shakiness of his hold.

Trembling hands held onto your arm, one of them slowly brushing against your skin until it found your hand.

You wished you could see his face right now. Sebastian had always been bold, confident. Though you were almost certain there would be a faint blush hidden under his freckles right now because of the intimate gesture.

But your eyes were heavy. Try as you might, you couldn't seem to blink them open. Come to think of it, your whole body felt heavy, maybe that's why you couldn't move. Even breathing was slowly turning into too much effort.

The hand holding onto your own tightened its grip.

People were talking around you. You couldn't make out any words anymore, they sounded like nothing but faint noise. The tune of his voice still kissed your ears, however; even if you couldn't recognize the words, you knew it was him. And he sounded erratic, scared. There was a tightness to it, syllables getting stuck in his throat; it was all wrong, you didn't like to hear him in this state.

A deeper voice was there too — you instantly recognized the timbre that belonged to the man who was always crushing Sebastian's hopes — and in the back of your mind, it brought anger to your chest. But there was nothing you could do anymore. Wisps of remaining magic tingled on the tip of your fingers and held your heart in a tight, hurtful grip. Maybe you'd gone too far.

A pair of rough hands then picked up your body, taking you away from the cold embrace of the catacomb's floor.

And when the blood dripping from your nose reached your lips, coating your tongue with a metallic taste, you realized that maybe you did go too far after all. Part of you could already hear the keepers berating you for rushing your abilities.

Consciousness slipped from your grasp shortly after that. Your head falling limp against someone's shoulder, and feeling a hand still holding onto yours.

—

Hogwarts' hospital wing was pretty quiet most days, only with the usual first year who scraped their elbow falling from a broom or suffering the effects of a spell gone slightly wrong. They never stayed for long though, nurse Blainey was all too used to these types of encounters.

Yet every now and then, one of the beds stays occupied for a longer period of time.

There were several beds — their metal frame and pale sheets doing little to ease the hospital vibe — one beside the other on each side of the spacious room.

You were glad to be put on one which stayed further away from the main doors; it made for more calmness this way. You had no need to engage with the unfortunate first years and could focus on leaning back and feeling the soft wisps of sunlight kissing your skin from the high window behind you.

It bothers you that you can't exactly remember how you got here. The nurse hadn't filled you with much information either; she told you an older man had brought you in, talking about a casting exercise gone wrong and you overworking yourself; she also said you remained unconscious for about 15 hours before finally waking up — pale, weak, confused.

Most of those feelings still crawled under your skin. Your body is still feeling 10 times heavier than it actually was. You wanted to get up and run off to find Sebastian but you had a nagging sensation that, if you did so now, you'd fall face-first on the floor.

The fabric of the thin blanket draped over you felt soft as you worried it between your fingers, nearly tearing it apart. The last thing you remembered was being in the catacombs, with Sebastian, and wanting to do nothing but protect him — both from himself and his uncle.

His uncle.

Could it be that he was the one who actually brought you back to school?

You doubted Sebastian would have the strength to carry you all the way back here — as much as he might fight you on that argument.

Running a hand through your hair, you pulled at the roots. Your frustration escaped with a long sigh.

The old floorboards creaked under a new weight. At first, you assumed it would be nurse Blainey coming back to check on you. But, from the side of your eye, you caught a glimpse of green, and your heart fought against your ribs, trying to escape your chest.

Sebastian stood a few feet away from your bed, though you could hardly recognize him. The brown locks of his hair were all over the place, way messier than usual; his eyes had a red tint to them, mixed with dark circles of someone who hasn't slept in a while; his usual grin was nowhere to be seen, instead replaced with a pained frown; his hands held onto his robes with a death grip.

"I heard you were awake."

His voice didn't sound like the one you had grown to love.

"How are you feeling?" The question stumbled past his lips and he avoided your eyes shortly after. He sounded as if you would yell at him to leave at any moment. It only got you more confused.

"Better, a little weak still," you bit at the inside of your cheek. This moment shouldn't feel as fragile as it does. "Care to tell me what happened?"

You didn't think your tone was harsh, but Sebastian flinched at your voice anyway. Bad memories washed over him like a bucket of icy water.

He met your gaze before hesitantly closing the distance between you, choosing to sit at the edge of your bed.

He looked worse up close. Eyes distant, trapped elsewhere.

"We were fighting against my uncle and the-" Sebastian gulped, guilt squeezing at his throat like barbed wire, "the inferi."

You acknowledged his words with a soft nod, slowly remembering things as he spoke. You pushed yourself up to sit straighter, just a couple of inches closer to Sebastian. He looked like he needed it.

The words lingered on his tongue. You never thought you'd see him this way; hesitant, lost, regretful. With tears on the verge of spilling over his freckled cheeks.

"You were trying to reason with my uncle; and me, for that matter," Sebastian chuckled halfheartedly, "trying to stop us from killing each other, when the inferi started to close on us. You didn't think twice, and all I saw were lighting strikes coming through the ceiling of the catacomb, destroying everything but us, and… you laying on the floor afterwards."

Memories were clearer now. Sebastian had attacked his uncle after he destroyed the relic and they started exchanging spells at each other while the inferi slipped from Sebastian's control. Everything could go very bad, very quickly. You remembered trying to speak with them, make them see past the anger clouding their judgment. But it was to no avail. What you remember the most, however, was seeing Sebastian so focused on his uncle, and unaware of the mass of inferi coming towards him.

You really hadn't thought twice at all. Ancient magic flowed through your veins like wildfire; it was all you could feel. The rumbling of thunder became your heartbeat. You killed each and every one of the creatures, burning out all of your energy in the process.

"And what of Solomon?" You found yourself wondering.

Sebastian pursed his lips. His eyebrows scrunched slightly as his body tensed for a moment and then relaxed again. "We stopped fighting as soon as I ran up to you. I- I begged that he'd help me bring you back to school. I'm not sure where he is now." His body shook with each intake of air. "Or Anne."

"Well, guess my plan worked after all. At least I got you to stop fighting," you tried to lighten the heavy air around you and Sebastian, mustering a teasing grin as you tilted your head to try and catch a glimpse of his eyes.

Sebastian worried his lower lip between his teeth to keep it from quivering. There was no witty remark, no ironic comment. Nothing. His tears were one blink away from spilling over.

Maybe if you listened closely, you'd be able to hear your heart shattering. For him. For this broken boy barely holding the last pieces of himself together in front of you, for this boy who stood so desperately alone in the world.

You reached out, your hand closing tightly around Sebastian's — because you couldn't bare seeing him alone one second more. Your thumb brushed against his skin. You could feel his trembling. "We'll find him, and Anne. I promise we'll figure things out, Sebastian."

He was shaking his head before you even finished speaking, squeezing his eyes shut and causing a single tear to roll down his cheek. "No, you don't understand," his broken words fell from his lips at the same time he pulled away from your touch.

"I never-" Sebastian stood up then, choking on his own breathing as he looked at you with a mix of longing and anguish. "It was never my intention to hurt you… I'm sorry," he whispered, so quietly that if the hospital wing wasn't as empty as it is, you would've missed it.

"Sebastian, you didn't-" you cut yourself off when he abruptly turned away from you and started marching towards the main doors of the spacious room, putting as much distance between you and him as he could.

The fatigue still gripping at your muscles was the last thing on your mind when you threw away the covers and stood — albeit on shaky legs — to go after him. "Sebastian, please wait," you called, grimacing as he took your heart with him.

Ultimately, you didn't go very far. Nurse Blainey stopped you in your tracks before you could even reach the middle of the room.

—

The sun rays shining through the tall stained glass windows were warm against your skin, doing little to help with your current sleepy state as you tried to at least pretend to be paying attention to class.

"It's been nearly a week, Ominis." You groaned, folding your arms on top of the table so you could lay your head down, "do you think he's mad at me for trying to stop him?"

The boy sitting beside you chuckled quietly, twirling his wand in his hands. "Darling, I don't think Sebastian could be mad at you even if he wanted to."

Before you could ask what he meant by that, Professor Binns walked by a little too close for comfort; his ghostly form sending a shiver down your body.

"He's been spending most of his evenings hiding away in the Undercroft," Ominis felt around on the table until his fingers brushed the fabric of your robes, he gently closed his hand around your wrist and squeezed comfortingly. "I believe it would do both of you some good if you went to see him."

—

It was mostly dark out already. The sky slowly filled with stars as night settled in and a soft cold breeze hung around the DADA hallways. The pristine floors reflected the image of your shoes, pacing back and forth restlessly.

You were having second thoughts. Apprehension tugged at your heartstrings because as much as you didn't want to admit it, the sight of Sebastian walking away from you so desperately that day had stung.

Though no matter how much you stalled, you knew you'd relent. The sleepless nights you've been going through lately are enough of a telltale of the effect Sebastian has on you.

A deep breath filled your lungs and you closed your eyes, pleading for your heartbeat to settle as you pushed open the door to the Undercroft.

The familiar warmth hugged you instantly. All of the candlelights dimly shining against the stone walls forced away the frown that clung to your brows. You'd never blamed Ominis for being so protective of this place, it really was the perfect hideaway.

You found Sebastian pretty quickly. He sat on the floor against the far wall to your right, knees tucked close to his chest as his wand moved delicately, making a paper bird flap its wings and fly around in front of him. The bird fell limply to the floor when Sebastian's eyes landed on you, however. You thought you saw him gulp and straighten his back too, but other than that, the Slytherin boy expressed no other reaction upon seeing you. It felt almost as if he was expecting your arrival.

Your feet were momentarily frozen to the stone floor, Sebastian's gaze burning through your soul. You also couldn't help but notice how lonely he looked, just sitting there by himself; it made your stomach turn unpleasantly. You wondered if he considered himself deserving of it.

It was as if you spoke with your eyes for a beat. You saying that if he wanted you to leave, you would. And Sebastian pleading for you to stay.

All that could be heard were your steps echoing through the Undercroft as you carefully came to sit beside him. Your shoulder just shy of touching his.

The silence wasn't a comfortable one, but it also wasn't awkward. It was just heavy. There was a tension in the air that none of you knew how to address.

Sebastian's knuckles were white around his wand, he sat stiff beside you, not once glancing your way.

You figured that if you didn't speak, you'd be sitting in silence for hours. You glanced down at the paper bird that lay discarded on the floor, your lips quirking up just slightly as you picked it up; "you know, my mother taught me how to make these when I was younger. Without magic, that is." You chuckled. You rarely spoke about your parents, it was a sensitive topic. But it was your way of trying to make Sebastian feel more comfortable to share what he was feeling with you; what was bothering him.

"I used to get rather frustrated when I couldn't get it right the first times," you gently inspected the small bird with your fingers, thumbs running along the smooth white paper, "but she'd always tell me to take a breath, count to five, and start again."

With your eyes fixed on the paper bird in your hands, you didn't notice Sebastian's eyes fixed on your profile. The grip on his wand loosened slightly as he committed every detail of you to memory.

A shiver ran down your back when you finally turned your head to face him again. He was close, your breaths mingling as the lines of your relationship blurred and burned with the candles.

"Sebastian…" You breathed, watching the way his eyes darted to your lips and back to your eyes, "about what happened at the catacombs, I'm-"

"Don't you dare say you're sorry." He cut you off suddenly, voice quiet and a little choked, but firm.

"I am, though," you leaned your head back against the stone wall, involuntarily leaning closer to him as your body gravitated to his warmth. "I'm sorry things didn't go as planned, but I promise we're not gonna stop looking for anything else that might help Anne."

Sebastian averted his gaze from you, furrowing his brows. You saw tears steadily collecting on the bottom lid of his eyes, despite his efforts to hide them. "Stop it," he mumbled.

You shifted in your seat, your jaw set tightly in place. The beats of your heart against your chest were painful. The thought of Sebastian distancing himself from you was painful. So much so that you fear you'd be willing to do anything to fix it, within reason or not.

"I mean it, Sebastian, I will do anything-"

"Stop it! You don't get it, do you?" He snapped, his eyes burning into yours again and shining under the candlelights. "I saw you laying on the floor of that damned catacomb and I thought you were dead!" The syllables broke and stuttered past his lips, the pain and fear he felt that day came back in waves and twisted his expression.

You were stunned to silence, watching as Sebastian opened his mouth, lower lip trembling as he searched for his voice again.

"Do you have any idea of what that felt like?" He whispered, words strangled and squeezing his chest until he had trouble breathing. You were nothing but a blur in front of him. Sebastian pursed his lips to try and keep himself from breaking. Speaking it out loud somehow felt like making it real. "I thought I'd just lost you, and… and it would be my fault."

The feeling of your gentle thumb carefully brushing against his cheek brought Sebastian back to reality, and he realized his tears were already dripping down his chin.

"I would never blame you for what happened," you shook your head, smiling sadly as you felt your own eyes sting, "you were just trying to help your sister, when everyone else had given up."

"I will cure Anne… but not at the expense of you," in some ways, he looked surprised at his own words; at the truthfulness of them. He gulped back a sob, "I thought I could control it," Sebastian breathed in sharply, avoiding your gaze but leaning into your touch, "I went too far, as Ominis has probably told you a thousand times already."

You chuckled softly, sneaking your fingers over his jaw and until they disappeared between the brown locks of his hair. Sebastian closed his eyes briefly at your comforting touch, allowing himself to melt against you. "He's more understanding than you give him credit for," you smiled.

That got half a smile out of Sebastian, his freckles highlighted by the candles around you. His hand inched closer to your free one resting on your lap, the tip of his fingers timidly closing around yours, craving more of you. His pupils were blown wide when he finally looked up at you again.

"I promise to never do anything this reckless again." His low tone left no room for doubt.

You leaned in slightly, feeling his fringe tickle your forehead. You thought you heard him trying to suppress a gasp, but maybe it was your foggy mind playing tricks on you.

There was a glint in his eyes you'd never seen before, still shining with remains of his emotions; but vulnerable, calm, loving.

"I am quite fond of your reckless side, though."

Your unexpected words brought an endearing blush across Sebastian's freckles. You felt the shape of his teasing grin when his lips touched yours.

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[bloofinntoona]

Operation Saving Sallow

Word Count: 2.4 k

Themes: fluffy fluff fluff, Sebastian Sallow x f!reader, featuring the lovely friends you made along the HL games

Summary: A girl gave Seb candies laced with love potion. You were rightfully jealous. Your friends were there to help you solve the case.

A splash of water hit your face, small drops of water dripped down onto the sink, echoing through the empty bathroom. The old cloudy mirror in front you showed the absolute sorry state that you were currently in – hair tied up in a messy ponytail, lips chapped from the lack of hydration, the ends of your school robe muddy from being dragged through your journey around the highland. You smacked your cheeks a couple times, causing the skin to break into a rose-colored hue. It was a trick you read in a beauty book your mom owned back in London. Biting your lips, you wished it would somewhat create a red tint, hoping it would make your face appear livelier. Two students barged through the door, pulling you away from your thoughts. Shaking your head, you made your way to the Divination class.

You didn’t care about your appearance before, to be quite honest. Often times you ran around the school with gears that you found in a treasure chest somewhere deep in caves. There were nobody to impress anyway, you found prioritizing about your defensive capabilities benefited you more anyways. Things did slowly change when you took an interest to the infamous Sebastian Sallow. You thought of him as friends at first. He was an outgoing person and a notorious flirt, so you didn’t think much about the brunette. However, the constant owls you receive -- noting invitations to explore the forest and mines, Sebastian showing you the Undercroft where no one else other than Ominis knew, and going so far as introducing you to Anne, you couldn’t help but think that there were something quite special between the two of you. “I like when you put your hair up,” he said once during your study period in the library. From that point onward, you took a little bit of time in a morning to tie your hair, either in a ponytail or a bun.

Sitting down on one of the chairs in the Divination Classroom, you stared at the circular glass in front of you. A slew of students shuffled into the classroom, one of them is the popular Ravenclaw student, Emma Ainsley. Emma was probably the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen in the school, soft long blonde hair naturally swayed behind her, cute button nose, and a pair of beautiful deep-blue eyes. She was holding a boy’s hand, and it was none other than Sebastian. They were giggling about something, the students stared at them, whispering gossips and snickering to each other. You blankly stared at the orb in front of you, wishing that the glass would absorb you in and let you disappear.

“Well, that is not a sight you expect.” Natty took the seat next to you, setting her books down.

“Y/N, you look pale. Are you alright?” said Poppy, also taking her seat on the other side. Natty stared at the Hufflepuff, widening her eyes. Poppy shrugged and offered you a Chocolate Frog. “Do you want one?”

You flashed a weak smile before glancing at Sebastian again, now sitting together next to Emma. Merlin, You were convinced someone switched places with the boy overnight. The first thing that he would do before class started was to greet you, teasing you about missing assignments. You swore you never saw him talk to Emma before. It’s obvious that a boy his age most likely would develop a crush on someone, but you rightfully were taken aback when he confessed his infatuation with the Ravenclaw. Maybe, deep down, you wished you were in her position instead.

You let out a huge sigh, cueing Poppy to give you a tender pat on your back.

Lunchtime was not particularly appetizing that day. You toyed with the food on your plate, occasionally picking the grilled chicken and popping a bite in your mouth.

“That is it, I will press even if you don’t want to talk about it.” Natty faced you, arms crossed in front of her, “I cannot stand seeing you mope around the entire day.”

“We all know it’s Sebastian, right?” Poppy chimed in, taking a swing of pumpkin juice.

You covered your face with your hands, not wanting to see your friends concerned gaze. You sighed, again. You admitted, “Yes, it is Sebastian. I am at my wit’s end, I have no idea what happened and out of nowhere he is head over heal in love with Emma!” You quickly added, “It’s not like I’m jealous or anything… I just wished he would tell me before making a move on someone. I thought I’m one of his closest friend!”

“Oh, trust me, I’m lost too.” You heard a male voice behind you. Quickly, you whipped your head around to find Ominis looming over. The point of his wand glowing red.

“Ominis!” you exclaimed, “I thought you’d know something about this!” You scootched over, guiding the blonde boy to sit down next to you.

“Honestly, he woke up and all he talks about is Emma this, Emma that. I swear I was this close from pushing him out from the window.” He huffed.

“But that doesn’t make any sense,” Natty’s eyebrows twisted in confusion, “You can’t just love someone out of nowhere.”

The group was startled when they heard footsteps closing in in front of them. It was the man of the hour, Sebastian, with Emma clutching his arm. “Hey, this a good day, isn’t it? Shall we take a walk to Hogsmead later?” He grins. “But Sebbie, you promised that we would go together!” Emma pursued her lips and clinged on him harder. You had to muster your whole strength to not cringe from the scene in front of you, while Ominis visibly gagged from the scene. “Sorry mates, we’ll hang out later, yeah? I need to accompany my dear Em-em.” He cheered as they took a spot at the far side of the room.

“I think I ought to be sick.” You banged your head to the table.

“Count me in too. Just tell me when and I will gladly smack them both with my broom.” Imelda Reyes chimed in. Imelda and Samantha Dale popped in and joined the table. Samantha added, “But I think I know what happened.”

The group hurdled together, lowering their voices.

“Poppy and Ominis, do you remember what we brew during the potion class couple days ago?” Samantha questioned, eyeing her two classmates.

You could sense a lightbulb turned on in Ominis’ mind, “Amortentia!” he shouted, immediately being shushed by Natty, “The love potion! That’s it! I remember I saw chocolate candy wrappings on his bedside table last night.”

“Ohoho, seems like our own so-called Slytherin finest is getting the poisoned!” Imelda cracked out a cheeky snicker.

You let out a relived sigh. By this point, your feelings had beaten your rational thoughts. Yes, you were beyond jealous to see another girl putting her hands all over Sebastian. And yes, you had taken a keen interest in Sebastian Sallow. You’d hate to admit it, but you can feel the whole group knew about it already – judging by the way they immediately shot you coy smiles.

“Now you don’t have to worry again, my friend.” Natty giggled, wrapping her arm around your shoulder, hugging you close.

“W-worry about what?” You blinked, a nervous smile plastered on your face.

“All right now, we’ll deal with this together.” uttered Samantha, “We got your back, Y/N.”

“Okay team, the rundown of Operation Saving Sebastian as follows,” Imelda proudly proclaimed as Ominis groaned, earning a smack from the girl, “Ominis and I will find the candy wrapper and report it to Professor Sharp. Samantha and Poppy will distract Emma away from Sebastian. Natty and Y/N, you will ask Sebastian for a duel and knock him out.”

“Do we really need to knock him out?” you questioned.

“Well, it does say on my notes that a good night sleep is the best way to significantly reduce the potion’s effects…” Samantha shrugged, followed by the team. You felt bad, it’s like the group collectively agreed that Sebastian’s a bit of a knobhead.

You heard Samantha and Poppy were able to convince Emma that they need to tend the mooncalves after the Magical Beast Class. Poppy did earlier rambled on about how one of thee female mooncalves was pregnant and need extra care.

Both you and Natty found Sebastian sitting in front of the fountain at the Transfiguration courtyard, smiling while looking at the sun. You heard him muttering about how the sky was as bright as Emma’s eyes. “Hey there, Sebastian.” You approached the love-stricken boy, “I’d thought it’s been a while since we went on a duel. Care to indulge me and Natty?”

“Well, I was waiting for Emma, but a duel does sound enticing.” He nodded as he followed the two girls. You mentally facepalmed – even a love potion didn’t stop this boy from his obsession with duelling challenges. Natty also gave you a look, this is the boy you have a crush on?

Lucan, as usual, was elated that Sebastian, Natty, and you were up for a duel. After all, the three students were the top of the club. It didn’t take long until a small crowd of students gathered around the duelling courtyard. You stood next to Natty, as Sebastian took his stance at the opposite side.

“Too scared to face me alone, eh?” He taunted, starting the duel with a basic cast aimed to you. You rolled your eyes and casted Protego and Stupefy followed after. Sebastian dodged the spell before being lifted up by Natty’s Levioso. You casted another rounds of basic casts before he dropped down, immediately casting a Depulso to Natty, pushing her back.

“I wished Emma can see me win!” Sebastian shouted.

That was it, the nail on the coffin. You swore you would take this lightly, “Just knock him out a bit.” You heard Samantha’s voice in your head. Yet, this whole day was frustrating enough for you. Using your ancient magic prowess, you lifted a small box and hurled it to Sebastian, hitting it against his head. The crowd went oooh! as Sebastian was rendered unconscious, comically slamming his body down on the floor, limbs sprawled everywhere.

Lucan immediately rushed to the Slytherin boy, “The winners are Natty and Y/N!” he shouted, “… and somebody should bring Seb to the hospital wing!”

“We’ll do it, Lucan, thank you.” You shuffled closer to the body on the floor, hoisting him on your shoulder. Natty joined you in a jiffy, grabbing Sebastian’s other arm around her shoulders.

“You didn’t need to go that far!” Natty whispered, although you saw her fighting a smile.

“That’s what he get for breaking my heart.” You both laughed as you travelled to the hospital wing.

You laid down Sebastian on an empty cot, explaining to the nurse that it was a duelling mishap. The nurse shook her head and mumbled about getting us a detention. You couldn’t care less, at least now the plan is almost done.

“Sebbie! What have these two brutes done to you?” You and Natty tensed as you heard Emma burst through the doors, running towards Sebastian, “Oh my dear, I am here for you!”

Emma looked at you. If looks could kill, you’d be dead by now. “Why are you here? Move aside, I’m his girlfriend!”

You stuttered, “W-well, I’m his… friend.” You felt very stupid right now.

Just before Emma could utter other word, you heard several footsteps approaching the cot. Professor Sharp stood over the cot, presenting the candy wrapper to Emma. “Care to explain what this is?” He questioned. Ominis, Imelda, Samantha, and Poppy followed after, curious about how the story unfolded, you’d wager.

“I-it’s, uh.. I-“ Emma jumbled her words, trying to salvage the situation she was in.

“Save it, Ms. Ainsley, I shall see you in detention this evening. I shall also deduct some points from Ravenclaw.” Professor Sharp shook his head, “I’m very disappointed in you.” Emma ran out of the hospital, wailing.

Suddenly, you felt a hand squeezed yours. Sebastian groaned loudly, blinking a few times in confusion. “Why is everyone here?” He looked around, “Why am I in the hospital wing? Did something happen? Ouch!” The boy yelped as he felt a tender spot on his forehead. You shrugged and gave him an apologetic look.

“Mr. Sallow, do you recognize this?” Professor Sharp placed the candy wrapper on Sebastian hands. The brunette inspected it and muttered, “Yes, Emma Ainsley gave some candies. Said she got extra from Hogsmead. I remember they tasted weird though…”

Everybody was silent as Sebastian glanced over the candy, and then to Professor Sharp. “Oh,” the wires in his head were now connected, “was it laced with Amortentia?”

“Ten points for Slytherin.” Professor Sharp said sarcastically, “ I can’t believe I should tell you fifth years to not eat candies from strangers,” he sighed, “although, I suppose getting one unconscious is the best way to minimize the effects, yet I don’t see the need to bruise the person.”

“Sorry…” you squeezed Sebastian’s hand back.

“Well, I shall leave you all to it.” said the Professor as he walked away from the room.

“You owe us!” Imelda laughed -- The group collectively nodded.

“I think the true lovebirds need some time alone, I’d say.” Natty voiced her friends’ thoughts. They giggled, leaving Sebastian and you alone. You flashed a smile to the group, making a mental note to treat them butterbeer sometime in the future.

You grabbed a hot towel next to the cot, pressing it against Sebastian’s forehead. He winced, “Care to explain this?”

“Natty and I bested you on a duel and… I accidentally used my ancient magic, hitting you with a box?” you grinned, “I’m sorry, I was taken over by my emotions.”

“Emotions?” Sebastian smirked, “What do you mean?”

Your face was as red as a tomato at this point, “Nothing, forget about it!” you were about to get up before he held onto your robes.

“You injured me, I think you owe me an explanation still.” He smiled widely, probably enjoyed seeing you flustered like this.

You bit your lower lip, murmuring, “Do you actually have special feelings for Emma?”

Sebastian faked a gasp, “Perhaps I sense a jealousy?” You glared at him, earning a laugh from the boy, “No, I do not have feelings for her.”

You looked away, lips forming a huge smile. The two sat there for a while, hands intertwined. Sebastian’s thumb stroking your fingers. “So..” he broke the silence, “I believe a compensation is in order for bruising my head.”

You sighed as you leaned forward, planting a gentle kiss on the red spot. You guess Sebastian wasn’t expecting it, seeing how red his face became.

Maybe the days ahead wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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Corridor Waltz

Sebastian x F! Reader Warnings: Just some post argument fluff and light discussion, nothing big, female reader clear Summary: After Sebastian is too stubborn to ask you to the Yule Ball and finds out who you went with instead and argue, the two of you find yourselves at a crossroad in the corridors.

“I didn’t mean to make you upset.” You break the silence,smoothing out the skirt of your dress carefully. “You just didn’t ask me, and I didn’t want to go alone so-”

“So you ask Leander-Fucking-Prewitt? The top idiot himself?” Sebastian repeats himself harshly. “I wanted to ask you but with everything going on I-I forgot and,” He trails off, sighing in defeat. “I'm sorry, Y/N. Its all my fault. Yet another big thing ruined by my stupid pride. Sebastian paced anxiously in the dimly lit corridor of Hogwarts, the shadows flickering as the torches cast dancing silhouettes on the cold stone walls. The air was thick with tension, as your argument slowly dissipates and begins to make room for regrets

You stood a few feet away, back turned to him and posture tense. The echoes of your heated words still reverberated in the quiet corridor. He had been too proud to ask you to the Yule Ball, convinced that you would reject him, and you had been equally stubborn in not extending an invitation yourself. The weight of unspoken feelings hung heavily in the air, a palpable force that pushed you two apart even as your hearts pulled you together.

Unable to bear the silence any longer, Sebastian took a deep breath and approached you slowly. He reached out, his fingers gently grazing your arm. You tensed slightly at his touch, but he persisted, turning you to face him. Your eyes were stormy, a mixture of hurt and confusion. Sebastian couldn't stand to see you like this.

"Hey," he said softly, his voice breaking the silence. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said those things. I just... I didn't know how to ask you."

Your eyes searched his, looking for sincerity. Slowly, you nodded, acknowledging the apology. “I forgive you, Seb.” You respond, wiping another small tear from your cheek. “But we can’t keep doing this to each other. We-we have to finally draw that line in the sand as to what this- what we are.”

Sebastian took a step closer, cupping you face in his hands. He tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. There, in the flickering light of the torches, he saw vulnerability in your eyes, a reflection of his own thoughts and feelings swirling in them. Leaning in he pressed a soft, apologetic kiss to your lips. It was a gentle touch, a silent plea for understanding. The tension gives way to a bittersweet mixture of longing and forgiveness.

Sebastian pulled away, his eyes locked with yours. "Can I have this next dance right here?" he asked, his voice low and earnest. “Well, what I am assuming is another dance.” He adds, half chuckling.���’S’hard to tell, with the way this orchestra plays.”

You looked at him in shock and confusion. “Right here? In the corridor?”

“Of course.” he replied softly, tucking a strand of hand behind your ear. He sighs as you slowly return his smile and nods. Sebastian took your hand in his, his touch warm and reassuring. With his other hand on your waist, he guided you into a simple dance. “Wait I-” you attempt to not trip. “I’m not a very good dancer.” You try to explain shyly, but he just chuckles.

“Then here,”Sebastian smiled and gently pulled you feet to stand on top of his.”Now you don’t have to worry about it, and I don’t have to bend so far down to do this.” He pecks your lips softly once again

The two of you swayed together in the corridor, the torchlight casting a warm glow on your faces. Sebastian held you close, foreheads pressed together. The world outside the corridor ceased to exist, and for a moment, it was just the two of you, caught in the quiet magic of the dance.

“Sebastian,” You whisper, breaking the uncertain silence. “Why did you wait so long to ask?” 

"I didn't want to ruin our friendship," Sebastian admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "I was scared, Y/N. Scared that if I asked you to the ball or to even hogsmeade for a drink alone, it would change everything."

“But not asking me changed everything too," You replied, your voice a mixture of sadness and understanding. "We've been avoiding this for too long, Seb."

He nodded, his grip on your waist tightening softly. "I know. I just... I didn't want to risk losing you."

You sighed, resting your head against his shoulder. "You won't lose me, Sebastian. After everything we have been through, you think asking me to a dance would ruin it? I care about you too much for that."

Sebastian smiled, relief washing over him. "I care about you too, Y/N. More than I've been willing to admit."

As the two of you continued to dance, the tension between you slowly dissipated. Your hand found its way to Sebastian's shoulder, and you continued to softly sway together. "So, what happens next?" you finally asked, your voice a gentle curiosity.

Sebastian's eyes sparkled with mischief as he looked down at you. "Well," he began, his tone teasing, "first, we'll pack our bags, run away together, and have grand adventures across the world. Then, we'll get married in a magical ceremony under the stars, surrounded by unicorns and enchanted flowers."

You rolled your eyes playfully, a small smile tugging at your lips. "Oh, really? Unicorns and enchanted flowers?"

Sebastian chuckled, pulling you even closer. "Absolutely. And we'll spend our days exploring hidden corners of the world, having thrilling escapades, and, of course, dancing in torchlit corridors."

“Oh really?,” You couldn't help but laugh at the whimsical picture he painted. "You have quite the imagination, Sebastian Sallow."

He grinned, his eyes filled with warmth. "Well, I figure if we're going to dream, we might as well dream big. But if that's too much, I guess we can start with the basics, like you being my girlfriend."

You smiled."Now that sounds more realistic."

"For now... Future Mrs. Sebastian Sallow." He teases, pecking your lips once more.

“What have I allowed to happen?” You giggle, pressing your forehead to his once again.

He laughed, the sound echoing in the corridor and causing your heart to skip a beat. "Just planting the seed for the future, darling. You know, for when you can't resist my charm any longer."

You shook your head, a playful glint in her eyes. "We'll see about that, Mr. Sallow."

“I can’t wait.”

#sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x f!reader #sebastian sallow fluff #the yule ball #hogwarts legacy

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·˚ ༘"Unforeseen Feelings" // SEBASTIAN SALLOW

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Pairings: sebastian sallow x f!reader

Warnings: one shot! angry love confession / mentions of alcohol.. mini angst ? mini fluff??? steamy kiss kindaaa // This a long one yall!!!

Summary: you and sebastian decided to sneak off to the astronomy tower one night, ominis insisting to getting some sleep instead. you two ended up going alone, and sebastian gains the courage to ask you the only thing that's been on his mind since he introduced you to ominis, angrily revealing 'unforeseen feelings' from you both.

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You giggle as you finally make it up the stairs, instantly rushing over to the rails of the tower, and looking out into the sky.

Sebastian follows behind you with a smirk and a shake of his head regarding your giggling.

"Ominis and his beauty sleep are missing out." You tease, tapping your fingers on the railing in front of you before spinning yourself around to face him.

"He knows precisely what he's missing out on.. He sneaks here rather frequently alone." Sebastian responds to your claim, taking in the fresh, cool air as you followed. Your elbows rested on the railing behind you as you watched him speak.

"Do you always find yourself informing people about others' business?" You respond smartly, giving him a smile with the raise of your eyebrows.

Since the day you met him all he's done was talk of other people and their doings. They weren't necessarily bad things, and you know YOU'D never say anything to anyone else, regardless of how small a thing it was. It was simply amusing.

He somehow knew everything about everyone. It was frankly a bit unnerving in the beginning.

"Mm." he hums in response whilst sitting down against the cold stone wall. "Just you." He shrugs in finish, lifting his knee up to his chest, reaching the hem of his pants and tugging down on it.

Your eyes wander around the tower, nodding calmly in response. Though the feelings that strung in your chest, and the bottom of your stomach, were far from that.

You roll your eyes at yourself for the dramatic response to his two words, sitting down with your back against the pillar, next to one of the telescope entrances.

You two were quite far from each other, not much wall between the telescope spaces to be sat up against.

"I know too much because of you." you add on, he just snickering on the side with a shake of his head.

"We've yet to find out more. Together." he states confidently, pushing your heart to flutter happily regarding his implication of doing and exploring more with you, willingly. You knew you two were friends, but still, him wanting or willing to do anything with you made you overly happy.

You were happily feeding into your delusions.

"Mmm, who's the next victim?" you broaden your eyes playfully, smiling before he responds back with an identical tone.

"Hmm. I was thinking we could sneak into Black's house and interrogate his wife," Sebastian nods with narrowed eyes, resting his elbow on his knee which is up to his chest.

You nod enthusiastically, eyebrows knitted together in honest shock with his messed up 'ideas'. Your hung-open mouth widens into a smile, scoffing uncertainly with a laugh.

"Steal some family photos.. Heirloom diaries and whatnot." he continues whilst you giggle more, looking and picking at his nails as if this was a normal conversation between you two.. Or, anyone.

A last chuckle escapes your mouth, making Sebastian shoot his eyes over to you, a faint smile peering past his lips.

Sebastian loved seeing you smile, so it became his goal every day to make you beam as much as possible with him. Which, frankly, wasn't very hard.

Sebastian was one of the few in the school with your shared humor. Others would call you lot immature and improper, but ever since you found Sebastian, it didn't matter anymore. Because you had each other to be 'immature' and 'improper' with.

You wouldn't have wished it to be any other way.

"If he even has a wife." You suggest with a raise of eyebrows, sinking your teeth in your bottom lip whilst in thought.

"We'll have to interrogate the million bottles of half-empty brandy throughout his house then." He suggests instead, sarcastically.

"What a sad, sad man." You nod in response, looking around. You hear Sebastian scoff a laugh, making you giggle in return due to his silly little 'planning'.

"Probably a real conversation we would've had in year 5." You smile at the thought, shaking your head.

"Yeah," he responds breathlessly, thinking back to that year you two did the most reckless things. Not too much has changed, but it certainly wasn't as bad as before.

Silence fills the tower as you're both in reflection of year 5, having both the worst yet finest recollections then. As Sebastian was most likely thinking of the terrible situation between him and his sister, you were stuck thinking of the day you met him.

You had enough time to heal from everything which happened before, having the best shoulders to lean on.. But with what Sebastian's been through... Who knows about him.

"It sucks Ominis couldn't be here." you blurt out, merely desperate to fill the silence.

Sebastians' head was slightly down, his eyes darting onto yours after your words. He attempts to read your face, looking away before responding.

"I suppose." Your eyebrows raise at his answer. "Suppose, hm?" You puff out your lips and narrow your eyes in thought, nodding at the response you wouldn't have expected from him.

"I don't mind being alone." he shrugs, his eyes fixated on yours. You hold eye contact for a moment before helping yourself up, and sitting next to him silently. Butterflies swarmed your stomach, attempting to brush them off.

You rotate your body away from him, resting your back on his shoulder in silence.

"Could I ask you something?" he questions unsurely, fiddling with his fingers.

You hum in response, bringing both your knees up to your chest. The cats got your tongue, your mind still swarming, and your heart still thumping rapidly due to his last words. You never seemed to be able to pull yourself together with him.

It's as though your feelings have a mind of their own, absolutely tweaking with any and every move he may make. It drove you mad sometimes, it was frankly overwhelming. But it was overwhelming with the best feelings ever.

Besides the nauseated sense in your gut regarding it.

"Anything." you add on, finally finding your voice and brushing off your thoughts.

Whenever you found the both of you alone somewhere, the air became a lot heavier, the vigorous tension weighing it down. You weren't certain if it was all constructed in your mind, but it was certainly there. For you at least.

Some certain remarks Sebastian makes have you wonder if he feels it too, but you never trust it fully, keeping yourself from looking and feeling like a clown.

"Does Ominis know?" His tone has gone low, trailing off his sentence, concerning you.

"Know what.." You respond unsurely, disoriented about where this could possibly be going. Was there something you weren't supposed to tell him?

"That you fancy him." Sebastian answers late, it paining him to hear whatever words which were to come out of your mouth next.

He always felt out of place around you two, as though he's always third-wheeling at what not.

He's attempted to talk to Ominis about it before, but he pushed it off, calling him crazy. That made him wonder.

Sebastian was fairly jealous when it came to you two, knowing Ominis has many strong factors in his personality, and that he's very desirable when it may come to women. Always has been. More than him on most ends.

Ominis could see Sebastians' feelings toward you, and he knew that. Which is why he was so worried. He wondered if you'd said anything to him about 'your feelings towards him', and he didn't tell him.

"Fancy him?" Your tone reads shocked, absolutely dumbfounded from where that's come from.

Sebastian sighs. "You heard me just fine."

He's grown tired of the both of you 'playing dumb', but little did he know he was very much making stuff up in his mind.

"And where did that come from?" You ask, turning your body around to face him instead. You sit with your legs crossed, staring at him in concern and question.

Where could he have possibly gotten that idea from? Is he a fool?

He's sure to not return your gaze, the topic being sensitive to him.. Slightly embarrassing, frankly. But he needed his answers.

Sitting in silence whilst the two of you sat & chattered of whatever, was eating him inside out. For years.

"I mean it isn't exactly a secret. Whenever it's us three about, between the two of you, I start to feel left out."

Your mouth gapes open, stunned. How could he be so blind?

"Sebastian, you can't be serious." You respond with a scoff, causing him to avert his eyes from you further.

All these years of merely wanting HIM, and he thinks I'm in love with his best friend??

"I've felt it since our 5th year, y/n."

"Then you're the only one." You respond instantly after him.

Regardless of you calling yourself crazy for it, you always felt something between the two of you. The passive flirting, constantly needing to be around each other, etc etc, for the past 2 1/2 years. But him questioning this made you think. Was it one-sided, or is he jealous?

He couldn't be.

"Seb..." You say softly, hoping to gain his attention. But he doesn't look your way. He shakes his head with a scoff, repeating your nicknaming.

"Seb." He mocks, his eyes not trailing towards yours once, matter of fact they wander everywhere but onto you. You didn't understand his sudden coldness but Sebastian was hurting himself with these made-up feelings of yours toward Ominis, forcing himself frustrated. But of course, you didn't know this now.

You go to place your hand gently on his knee, but he flinches, causing you to jerk your hand away, watching him stand up from the floor.

Your watch him silently in confusion, hurt and concerned with how he's acting.

Sebastian would sometimes get like this, randomly. You learned to just let him feel it out, then be there for him once he came to you, or else you'd get pushed away. He tends to do that to people he loves. Push them away.

As he stood up he began to pace a bit, before walking over to one of the railings, thinking to himself while looking into the grounds below us.

"Sebastian.. What's wrong?"

You notice his jaw clench at your voice, suddenly going tense. He usually did the exact opposite at the sound of you, which made you even more confused.

Your heart started beating faster, resting in your stomach as you grew ill of worry. Whenever he gets like this, it brings back memories of year 5. Terrible, terrible memories you never wish to relive again.

But it feels as though you are when he gets like this.

“Seb-?”

“I cant-“ he cuts you off, attempting to drain out your voice with his own, but he trails off.

He can’t handle you questioning him, because he knows he’s going to give in and expose his feelings to you. He’ll give in to anything as long as it’s you telling him to. And right now he knows you want answers. And frankly, he needs to give them to you. He feels swamped with all the kept emotions inside him from everybody that he has towards you.

Which is what causes him to just blurt it out. “I can’t do this anymore.”

He turns around to finally return your gaze. His lips quiver, but no tears appear. He’s more afraid than he is upset, but then again it varies.

“Can’t.. Can’t what?” You practically whisper, shaking your head as you watch his lips fail to stay content.

“Why are you always acting like this?” His face goes angry but his eyes are more hurt, glossing over. His mouth gapes open in a deep breath, his eyebrows knitted together in anger and confusion.

Your voice doesn’t work, merely mouthing the words ‘acting like-???’ in confusion, your eyes going glossy toward the swamp of sentiments in your chest.

You didn’t understand what was happening but you understood you must’ve hurt him in some way, which hurt you.

And the sudden waves of emotions made you grow overwhelmed, confused, and frankly sad. You two were having a great time on your way here, how'd it suddenly get so serious?

You would've been used to it by now, just wait for it to pass, but the vibes were heavier and different this time. You knew it had something to do with you now, your mind swarming with questions about what you could've possibly done to get him so heated like this. Was it something you said?

Sebastian swallows the lump in his throat, his jaw clenching harder. His lips didn't seem to stop quivering, only getting worse with each thought passing through his mind. Frankly, you don’t think you’ve ever felt more concerned for him in years since right now. The lip quivering and hurt eyes… It was different.

But you chose to stay quiet. Well, honestly you didn’t know what to say. Just let him talk.

"Acting like you don't know." His voice was softer but still tense. He was clearly very uncomfortable, and so were you. Your eyebrows didn't leave each other's side, knitted jointly.

Your confusion seemed to just grow bigger and bigger inside of you at every word he said and every one of his actions. 'Don't know..' 'Don't know...'

You let your eyes wander as you thought hard. Don't know what? You were clearly unsuccessful with your study, darting your eyes back onto his.

He stood there leaning against a wall, his leg over the other, watching you with his tongue poking the inside of his cheek, as if he were waiting for you to get it.

He realized you were just as confused, so he sighed in response. He closed his eyes and turned his back toward you, running his hand through his hair as he backed away from the wall, and paced again. Certainly a pacer.

"Don't know wh-" You were asking in question, but it seemed as though you began talking, he grew more frustrated. He was. Not necessarily at you, but at the situation.

He interrupted you, his next words painting the tower LOUD with silence.

"That I've loved you this whole time?!" He raises his voice in frustration, now facing you.

You're at a loss of breath, your mouth gaped open in absolute shock. Your eyebrows curve up a bit, reading his facial expressions.

Your eyes dart between every crevice in his face, trying to gather your thoughts together.

Was he serious? Of course he was. But why? Since when? How? Your heart was warming, fluttering in your chest whilst your gut was in the ground, a nest of butterflies attempting to escape it felt like. You were beyond happy, yet confused, relieved, exhausted, and ANGRY.

Angry about why it took him so long. All the restless nights could've been saved? This whole time you were left wondering.

"Are you serious?" you blurt out, frustration peering through your tone as anger gets the best of you tonight.

You stood up, walking towards him. He just watched you, his eyebrows knitted together as his lips finally stopped trembling.

As soon as you got close enough, you pushed his shoulders as hard as you could, causing him to stumble backward. His mouth immediately opened in shock, confused.

Just as he gained his balance again, you pushed his right shoulder, it now being your turn for your lips to shake.

"All," You paused between your words, pushing him between each one. "This," Your arms got weaker, pushing him with less force. He didn't even defend himself, he just stood there watching you, his hands brought up under your arms, holding your elbows gently just in case he had to stop you.

"Time?" you finished your sentence, slightly whimpering with your last, weak push. You looked at him with glossed-over eyes, a red nose, and fluttering lips. His eyebrows threaded together as he tried to read your facial expressions, confused about your feelings.

His hands rested on your elbows, still trying to scan over your eyes. This was the one time he couldn't tell exactly what you were feeling, and frankly it drove him mad.

"Wh.. What are you thinking.." He asks breathly in a confused manner.

You scoff in response, ripping your arms away from him. The glide of his hands brushing off your elbow as you did so, sent shivers all up your body. You take a deep breath to regain your strength, stepping backwards once more as you look up at him angry, but the hurt in your eyes stopping you from looking intimidating.

"What am I thinking?" You asked breathlessly, almost in shock. Definitely in shock.

"Just about all the nights I've lost sleep over this," You take another step forward, causing him to step back, thinking you were going to push him. Your voice is barely raised, but enough for him to know you were angry, for whatever reason.

"All the doubts, the swarming thoughts, the tears, the anxiety, the-" You trail off, thinking of every single day for the past 3 years you drove yourself crazy thinking and wondering about just this. The insecurities of which grew, the wondering if it was all in your head. You nearly went crazy.

"Now?!" You hit him again, but not too hard. Just enough for him to lose slight balance. He watched you with lightly broadened eyes, and a gaped open mouth. His eyebrows seemingly GLUED to each other.

His face grew more tense and angry, snapping back after he gathered his thoughts. "How do you assume I felt?!" his arms slightly lift in unbelief.

Denial then fills over your whole body, causing you to scoff. "No." you shake your head, blinking the tears away. Your nose was red and highlighted. You shake your head for a second, looking him in his eyes as you just completely turn around and walk away from him.

Leaving the situation isn’t exactly what you wanted to do, but you needed to process all the swarming sentiments in your body right now.

"No?" he asks in disbelief, confusion in his tone. "What do you denote, no?" He continues questioning you, stopping you from completely leaving the tower. You stop in your tracks, right before opening the door to the stairs.

"I love you.?" he states, though he's confused with why you're telling him 'no.' He was questioning if you were blowing him off or if you didn't believe him.

"No."

"I do-"

"No! Sebastian. no." You raise your voice a bit higher to override his words. As much as you've been longing to hear them come out of his mouth, you didn't believe it. Therefore you didn't wish to hear it anymore. He was just confusing platonic love with romantic love. Or so you convinced yourself.

"I just apprised I'm in love with you, y/n-"

You talk over his words, shutting your eyes harshly in frustration. you wished he would shut up, because the more he told you, the more it hurt you. Knowing he possibly had no idea what he was talking about hurt you to your core.

"You're NOT- how?" you interrupt yourself, turning around to face him. You pause before continuing your question, watching him.

"How do you know." You ask, standing still in silence as you await a reply. You didn't expect much of a response, because you had already convinced yourself it wasn't true. It was just a mistake on his end.

As if it seemed his eyebrows couldn't thread jointly any more than it was, it did just that. "How do I know?" He asked in a whisper, breathlessly. His voice hardly even strung out.

You bite on your bottom lip in anticipation, knowing his answer would just back up your claim to him not knowing what he was talking about. Fire in your chest grew, your anger not leaving at all. You didn't want to stick around to hear it, but a feeling inside of you thought just maybe he would feel the same. Or at least hoped for him to.

"I KNOW because it's all I've thought about since I met you, y/n"

"No. No." You say as he speaks, interrupting him again.

"No. What do you mean no? Why no?" he responds the second you voiced your first 'no.' talking over you as well.

You just shake your head in response, and just as you were about to form your lips to say another 'no' he interrupted you before you could.

"Yes. Yes, I do. Y/n.. Merlin- Yes I do." He's practically begging for you to believe him, yet still has sternness in his tone. Your mind seemed to stop working properly, and just the mere way you were standing there in this situation had you overly uncomfortable. You had no train of thought, yet all in the globe.

You had no idea what to think or feel, yet you were pondering and discerning everything imaginable all at the same time. You felt nearly sick to your stomach with the fast change of emotions and all the sentiments you were experiencing at once.

He clenches his jaw at your silence, taking in your frankly rude denial.

"I finally tell you after all these years and how you respond is denial? rejection?" He scoffs, looking away. This whole argument his accent had just grown stronger and stronger, as it usually did. When he was upset, Angry, or sad it'd heavily enhance. But since he was both at the same time, it was brutally strong.

You pierce your lips together as you take in his words. Your eyebrows aren't as tense as before, softening as they curve up the glossier your eyes get.

"The bloody hell are you talking about, 'no'??" He pauses, his face tensing and getting clearly angrier.

"Fuck, y/n?!" he complains breathlessly, looking at you with confused, curved eyebrows.

He blurts out more words, gaining more anger in himself, but you block them all out. You block his voice out of your head, not taking in a thing he's saying. You just watch him spit and scoff in frustration as your face falls straight and stern. You sheer watch carelessly, before interrupting his rambles.

Your head begins shaking at him, yourself, and frankly the whole situation. Your eyes are truly tearing up now, as your face tenses up. Who knew your lips could quiver anymore, tweaking your voice trembly.

"Fuck you." you blurt out, yet slow and softly. You stand still and careless, just watching him. Watching him as anger fills in your chest, most likely along with his.

You stare as he pauses in the middle of his words, turning his head to look at you. Confusion, Disgust, and anger paints over his face as he just glares in return.

His lips curve and mouth slightly opens to create the word ‘what’, but his lips don’t move anymore, not one sound coming out from him.

“Fuck. You, Sebastian.” you repeat yourself, pausing between each word. You wanted to be SURE he heard you and understood what you were coming off as, CLEARLY.

He blinks twice fast, his eyelashes fluttering in confusion. His breath hitches in his chest, physically feeling his stomach drop. He pierces his lips together in response, slowly walking up to you.

You didn’t move an inch as he approached, standing still and tall, heightening your chin the closer he got. He now towers over you, tilting his head down which causes you to feel his breath on your forehead.

“Oh, fuck me, huh?” He looks directly down into your eyes coldly, towering over your whole body. You don’t return your regard, staring at his chest as you nod slowly.

“Enlighten me. What did I possibly do to you.” he asks, except question wasn’t in his tone. Pure strict and demand was.

He was almost whispering with how low his voice was, and each breath he breathed on your forehead caused shivers sent down your spine.

“I hate you.” You whisper, your voice cracking. “You’re a fucking coward.”

Your voice tracks off before your able to finish your sentence, swallowing the lump in your throat. You were at the verge of crying, but you blinked back your tears. You hated the way he still proceeded to make you feel, even in an argument like such.

You were feeling many emotions, and the strongest one was anger. So that’s the one you used. You couldn’t believe it after all this time. All the times he’d have gotten so angry at you or distanced himself from you when you got close to a guy, but then never confessing drove you mad, and so confused. As confused as ever. It’s like you couldn’t do anything with anyone else but him, but he could still go and do whatever he wanted. You were exhausted.

The confusion you felt due to it kept you up so many nights, it genuinely breaking you the more it occurred. He never gave reason or anything as such. He just forbade it. Or got angry if you did. It’s not like you wanted anything to do with anyone else but him anyways.

You push Sebastian away from you with a small whimper. You begin to choke on your tears due to the attempt of dismissing any other crying noise to escape your lips in embarrassment.

Sebastian skips backward, keeping himself content on the ground. He merely glances down at you from the distance, not blinking or moving his gaze elsewhere. His eyes get sadder and lower, feeling heavily rejected. His heart is heavier than the feel of this ‘rejection’, fallen into his gut.

His eyes wander off of you, losing perception of time and reality as he dissociates into his swarming, hurtful thoughts.

“You made me feel so trapped, all these years.” You start slowly, scanning over the ground before fixating your gaze back on his face as you paused. You noticed him spaced out, snapping back into reality at the sound of your voice as his eyes follow back onto your face. His expression didn’t change, watching you hurtfully. His eyebrows curved in concern and intrigue, wondering where you could’ve been going with your statements.

“So isolated from any other boy.” You finish, still having more to say. You read his expressions before gathering your next words, seeing him try and take in what you were saying. He was frozen, stuck processing.

“I hate you for making me feel as if I was chasing someone who was so blinded by me wit-“ You took a deep breath, trying to take control of your quivering lips, and keep yourself together.

“With friendship and .. And platonic love.” You finished, sniffling away your tears and runny nose, fixing your face to be more cold and direct again.

You look up at him and hold eye contact harshly, giving him a mean stare with hurt eyes.

“You have loved me..” you start off with a low voice, steadily, piercing your lips together as your anger builds up inside you. Your eyes shut harshly, opening as you finish your sentence.

“This whole. FUCKING TIME?” Your voice progressively gets louder until your practically yelling it in his face, stepping closer to him and pushing him again with a grunt.

“FUCK you. I have been SO EXHAUSTED and WORRIED all of these FUCKING YEARS being unsure about EVERYTHING, and NOW?!” you step closer to him after he stumbled back, keeping his feet on the ground.

His face grew angrier and tenser as you continued your sentence.

“I frankly don’t get how you DIDN’T NOTICE?” Sebastian finally responds in the same tone as you, his voice loud but not as loud as yours was, for his hurt and pain where nearly overcoming his anger momentarily.

“How the bloody FUCK was I supposed to notice when you would talk to every other girl the same way you do I?”

“What are you rambling on about?? You are so much closer to me than any other girl?”

“We trauma bonded, I thought we’d just naturally become close from everything we’ve been through together??” You create excuses for yourself, truthfully still in denial. But a bit of it left here and there, more and more as the two of you blabbed on.

“Frankly! But you could have simply payed attention to context clues. I never treated you like any other girl. You were my onl-“

“Fuck, Sebastian.” you whisper to yourself, interrupting him. You look away with a scoff, as he grows additionally angry.

“You could’ve just fucking told me yourself as well!! You’re mad at me for not saying anything but i’ve been dreading this since our 5th year?!” He complains completely frustrated and shocked, in disbelief.

You mere shake your head and ignore his words. Your mind keeps thinking about all the restless nights because of this exactly. And as much as you’d be extremely happy to hear his words, you’re angry. You’re angry and frustrated. Assumably making yourself feel this way, but you weren’t thinking of such right now.

“All these FUCKING MEN to try and get over you is FUCKING INSANE. i grew so exhausted wondering if you felt the same way or not!!!-“ You complained more, pure adrenaline based off of your anger yet extreme happiness. You didn’t understand the mix of emotions but you did understand your anger and frustration.

“I feel the same GOD DAMN WAY why are you yelling at me like it’s all just on me-“ he complains right after you, but you talk over him.

“-All these fucking jealous wars and sleepless god damn nights…-“ You were practically rambling on to yourself, letting it all out since you’ve never been able to say it out loud before.

“you isolated me from any and all relationships with any other girl because you were just always on my bloody mind and I was always wondering if you liked me or we were just friends or wh-“

You guys then go on like this, continuously bickering back and forth, mostly talking over each other. You were both extremely angry and frustrated at eachother, or so the situation. Clearly.

Yet happy. So fucking happy.

Whilst you just started screaming and yelling at each other, you stepped closer and closer, getting in each other's faces. His breath made contact with your forehead again, but you kept yourself together. The irritation and mixed emotions held you strong.

You look up at him to hold eye contact while arguing over each other, to let him KNOW you’re pissed. Both of your faces paint tense and angry, anyone who would’ve spotted you two arguing would assume things were to get violent.

But finally, Sebastian shut up. By shutting you up.

He aggressively grabbed the back of your neck and smashed his lips harshly against yours. You immediately kissed him back, all your thoughts draining from your head at the simple feel of his lips.

Yours brushed like velvety silk, smoothing over each other perfectly. His hands made their way to both sides of your head, dragging you into his kiss harder. Your hands traveled up to feel over his chest, just as you opened your mouth to deepen the kiss.

He didn’t think twice as his tongue already made its way in, both of your mouths perfectly jointed together like a fitted puzzle piece. You were both nearly out of breath but refused to break apart until it literally depended on your life, breaking free of the anger by taking it out on each other. Passionately. Romantically.

Perfectly.

You two broke apart gently, your foreheads resting against each other as you breathed the same breath, all the air from your lungs nearly 100% vanishing due to the hold of the kiss, and all the before disputing.

All the anger disappeared from inside you both completely, your hearts fluttering with joy, and pounding like never before.

You broke the contact from your foreheads to look at his face fully, brushing your hand over his cheek, holding it in your hand. You go on your tippy toes to place a kiss on his nose, but he interrupts it by kissing your lips again instead. His hands brush down your lower back, pulling you in closer to him.

Your lips mash into each others' hard, the feeling of him smiling against your lips yields you to as well. You break away from the kiss, his lips desperately following yours again like a lost puppy, but you back your face away from his.

"I'm in love you." You breathe against his mouth, your eyes traveling up into his as he breaks his look away from your lips onto your gaze.

"No." he responds breathlessly, teasing and mocking you. You giggle softly, knotting your fingers into his hair as he pulls you into a hug, snickering in return.

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✧.*Authors Note: hi! I'm honestly not too sure how I feel about this one but I spent too much damn time on ts so it's getting published.

I loved the idea of an angry love confession from Sebastian and y/n, but I feel as though I might've rushed it a bit and didn't portray Sebastians' personality as well as I could've... But frankly, I'm just desperate to post this one shot so I'm happy as hell writing this authors note right now lmfao. Enjoy feeding into your delusions with me!!

And again, kind feedback/advice is very very welcome!!

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forever and always

ft. sebastian sallow with f!reader (one-shot)

themes: angst, fluff, childhood friends to lovers, porn with plot, slow burn, mutual pining, hurt to comfort, aged-up characters (21+), reader is not mc

warning: nsfw, smut, not spoiler-free, loss of virginity, mild depictions of injury, unedited, not proofread

summary: both you and sebastian are aurors who had just completed a mission. however, sebastian was wounded in the process, and the two of you decided to stay in an inn for the night to treat his wounds and get some rest. unfortunately, there’s only one vacant room left with one bed.

word count: 5.2k

a/n: didn’t expect it to turn out pretty long, but i’ll just casually drop this load of filth right here. 

masterlist || AO3 cross-post

“What in Merlin’s name were you thinking?!”

Sebastian winced as you cleaned a nasty gash on his chest with a soft cloth soaked in Wiggenweld Potion. In that moment, he wasn’t exactly sure which was worse: the physical stinging pain on his chest, your scalding tone, or the fact that you being angry somehow made you a bit more attractive than usual (not that you weren’t in the first place). You pointed your wand at his wound, muttering an unfamiliar spell: the wound stitched itself back with a translucent, silver thread coming from the tip of your wand. He gave you an appreciative grin while you glowered at him half-heartedly.

“The next time you pull that sort of stunt ever again, I will NOT help you with your wounds, Sebastian!” you huffed angrily, placing the soiled cloth into a bowl filled with water. You headed towards the bathroom to clean up while Sebastian stared at your retreating figure, a fond smile gracing his lips.

It has always been like this eversince the two of you became friends: kind and gentle (Y/N) always worrying about his wellbeing and being a mother hen whenever he got hurt. You’ve been friends with him and Anne eversince early childhood: the three of you were born in Feldcroft and have been living there for as long as you could remember, while Ominis joined your little group during your first year in Hogwarts. All four of you were sorted into Slytherin and were inseparable as a group. Throughout your years as friends, you were aware of Sebastian's penchant for getting himself into trouble and danger, and with how reckless he gets, you made it one of your many missions to study all sorts of healing spells out of concern for the boy. You always looked out for all of your friends, especially Sebastian. It was an oath you had personally took upon yourself.

However, Sebastian's friendship with you wasn’t always smooth. 

The end of 4th year was the start of the worst of his Hogwarts years: with Anne being cursed, Sebastian wasn’t the best person to interact with in general. You tried to help Anne of course, conniving with Sebastian by sneaking into the restricted section together with him and retrieving book after book. You had also asked your mother, who was a healer, to help with Anne's case. Unfortunately, you ended up on the receiving end of Sebastian's misplaced anger when you delivered the grave news he wasn’t ready to hear.

“I'm sorry, Sebastian. My mother tried everything. Anne can't be healed.”

“How could you say that, (Y/N)?! It’s either you’re not trying enough, or you don’t care about Anne enough!”

“That’s not--”

“I'd rather be with someone who’ll be more useful in finding a cure. So, if you’d excuse me, I have a book to read.”

He despised himself for saying such things, but his pride was a difficult pill to swallow. He steered clear from you during 5th year, opting to befriend the new 5th year student instead. It was all for Anne - he thought that the mysterious new student would be the key to finding the cure that Anne needs. At least, that’s what he merely tells himself out of his own miserable denial: during his absence from your life, it was rumored that you had began dating Garreth Weasley, so he decided to date the new student out of spite. It hurt him a lot: seeing you give the same warmth towards Garreth. But of course, being the insufferable prick he was at that time, he’d maintain the façade and pride of being in a relationship with the strongest student in their year.

Then everything just spirals out of control eversince he went into Salazar Slytherin's scriptorium. He had already lost you to someone else, and to further add fuel to the fire, he lost himself to his own madness, ended up murdering his uncle in the heat of the moment, his twin sister refuses to talk to him, his brother-like friendship with Ominis became strained, and his “significant other” breaks up with him after the school year when they no longer needed him. 

He deserved it all - he was stubborn, manipulative, and cruel. He couldn’t argue with that fact, yet you still took him in without any hesitation despite everything he had done.

It was during the first summer that he didn’t have Anne nor his uncle around - the time when he was graced with a slight glimmer of hope in making things right. Ominis was with him in their cottage in Feldcroft as usual, casually reading a book with his wand while lounging on one of the vacant beds. Sebastian was about to prepare their dinner when someone knocked on the door. Upon opening it, Sebastian was shocked to see you standing before him, holding a small pot of warm food.

“... Thought the two of you might be hungry, so I made extra.”

Sebastian teared up.

“(Y/N), I-”

You merely shook your head.

“Eat. We can talk all about it tomorrow,” you said, handing over the pot to Sebastian. “Also, I’m sorry about what happened.”

Sebastian watched you as you headed back to your home. He glanced at the pot he was holding, his heart twisting with both guilt and a slight relief. You had extended an olive branch towards him even if he was supposed to be the one who had to do it, and he felt ashamed yet thankful at the same time. Needless to say, Ominis was rather confused with Sebastian’s behavior, who was sniffling while eating their dinner that evening.

The brunette male chuckled to himself at the fond memory, but was soon snapped out of his reverie when he heard footsteps towards him. You grabbed a blanket and one of the pillows, heading over to the furniture-less spot in the room. 

“You’re sleeping on the floor?” Sebastian bemusedly asked.

“Why yes, I am. You need the bed more than I do. You’re hurt.”

“I was hurt, (Y/N), but I’m fine now thanks to you. We’ve always shared beds when we had sleepovers, so what’s the fuss now?”

“We were children back then, Sebastian. I'm actually a grown woman now, in case you haven’t noticed?”

“Well then, I'll sleep on the floor instead. Can’t have a grown woman sleeping on the floor now, can I?”

You sighed in exasperation, slightly throwing your hands up in disbelief as Sebastian stood up, striding towards you. 

“It’s either I sleep on the floor, or you sleep on the bed with me,” he interrupted before you could even protest against him. You swore you saw his lip twitch slightly into a teasing smirk, causing you to shoot him an irritated glare.

“OW!”

Sebastian rubbed the spot on his arm you just violently pinched, a grin still gracing his face triumphantly regardless of the pain as you sat on the other side of the bed. You were blushing furiously, grumbling about how stupidly inconvenient it was that the current room they were staying in for the night was the only vacant room left in this inn while Sebastian plopped right onto his side of the king-sized bed.

The night was still young, but the both of you were too exhausted with your recently finished mission of retrieving several smuggled dark artifacts from dark wizards. Sebastian was lying face up, staring at the decrepit ceiling of the room while you were laying on your side with your back facing him, quickly falling into a deep slumber due to fatigue. He turned towards you, staring at your back as his mind wandered back to what had occurred earlier.

You almost got hit by a slicing spell - the spell that Sebastian had voluntarily shielded you from at the very last minute. And there you were, chiding him about almost getting killed for saving you. 

Sebastian's fist clenched in silent worry as his eyes remained glued to your sleeping form. The thought of you being fatally injured or worse was undoubtedly his worst fear in this line of work - the both of you being Aurors and as a duo in assigned missions certainly had its perks, but a part of him couldn’t bear to stomach that you, his beloved (Y/N), always had death looming over you. You never were the combative type - you were a healer, not a soldier, yet regardless of that, you’d still accompany him to the ends of the earth to at least make sure he’s alive. It brought a twinge of pain within his chest the more he thought about all that you’ve done, and he hopes that he’d be blessed enough to repay you for your never-ending grace towards him.

Thankfully, your friendship with Sebastian had been mended for the most part these past few years. The bond was fixed somehow, yes - but it was never fully intact. Despite the both of you constantly being in each other’s company because of work, it’s as if you’re always separated from him by some sort of distance he couldn’t quite explain. Even within this small room, Sebastian feels a wash of longing despite you just being an arm’s length away from him. Is it because of the guilt of him pushing you away in the past; the fear of hurting you once again; or the fact that the both of you are always mere inches away from death so there’s no guarantee if one of you would be even alive the next day? 

Several soft sniffles could be heard from you as you shifted around, turning to face him.

“(Y/N)...?”

No response. Sebastian scooted slightly closer, finding a glistening wet trail at your nose bridge. Hesitancy took a hold on him - you were crying in your sleep. He hated seeing that more than anything, and that hate was further amplified by the fact that he didn’t know how to even help you with it without transgressing the invisible emotional boundaries between you and him. He placed his hand on your arm, causing you to stir from your slumber, your eyelids fluttering open.

“Seb...?”

His breath hitched at the old childhood nickname: you hadn’t called him that eversince he pushed you away. Gone were his reservations of keeping a respectable emotional distance from you - not when you said his name in such a soft, vulnerable tone after so long. Warmth enveloped you, snapping you out of your sleepiness. Sebastian had wrapped an arm over you, his palm resting at the back of your head as he pushed you closer towards him. You were about to protest against his actions and push him away, until he murmured his long-repressed wishes in a broken, pleading manner.

“Please just- Let’s stay like this. Even for a while. Merlin, I missed you so much, (Y/N). Please...”

You couldn’t say no to that. Hell, you could never say no to him. 

You succumb to the comfort and safety given by the man you’ve always loved eversince the both of you were children, reciprocating the hug by wrapping an arm around his waist while burying your face into his chest. You recalled the innocent sleepovers that you, Sebastian, Anne, and Ominis usually had back in the Sallow’s cottage - they were truly gems of memories that you held dear in your heart: the times when your circle was still intact, carefree, and blissful. Sebastian would often hug you like this especially when you had nightmares, and his warmth often lulled you into the best, uninterrupted slumbers. You could’ve cried in relief being in his arms once again, but you decided against it. 

He didn’t need any more sources of problems: not when he’s still in a turmoil of guilt, trauma, and the incapability of forgiving himself for what he did as a naïve teenage boy. You would’ve felt horrible if you were to sandwich your pent-up romantic feelings for him into the fray. Sometimes you wished you could rid him from all of this pain deep down, but alas, your healing prowess is only applicable to physical wounds, not mental and emotional ones.

This moment, however, albeit it being a moment of vulnerability with the both of you just lying in each other’s arms, it was truly a test of both of your mental and emotional fortitude. Both of your respective scents engulfed each other’s senses: dizzyingly pleasant, familiar, and comforting, driving you both closer and closer to the edge of self-control. The questions that raced within Sebastian's mind earlier were now getting less and less hazy as he looked at your once tear-stricken face, cupping it while his thumb gave featherlike caresses on your cheek. 

Yes, he felt guilty for pushing you away in the past. Yes, he feared breaking your heart once again. Yes, he feared your possible untimely death that could happen anytime. But that’s not the primary source of his painful longing this entire time. 

It was because he loves you from the start: heads over heels in love to the point he’d unconsciously steer you away from anything that would be cruel enough to steal the light that gave you so much life. He wanted to protect you from everything that would reduce you into ruins - most especially himself. He loves you to the point where it hurts. 

But with you staring at his eyes with the same sense of brokenness and unspoken yearnings, the bubbling desire he had feared and suppressed had finally broken through the walls of his self-control.

He captured your lips with his, inhibitions evidently thrown out of the window as you returned the kiss with equal fervor. Sebastian felt his mind blank out as the kiss became more and more frantic, desperately pulling you in closer to feel you against his body. You gasped for air as the both of you pulled away, gazing at each other’s blown-out eyes. Sebastian trailed his thumb on your lips, admiring your messily breathless and dazed form - even in such an unkempt state, you were still so fucking beautiful.

“This is your last chance to stop me, (Y/N),” Sebastian murmured with a hint of seriousness in his tone. “I don’t think I’d be able to stop myself if we continue.”

You leaned towards him, giving him a peck of reassurance on his red, flushed lips.

“Then don’t,” you breathed out.

Sebastian felt his last remaining trace of self-doubt disintegrate as soon as you whispered those saccharine words with so much pent-up desire. He smiled, gently locking his lips upon yours once more, relishing in your addicting taste. Having you in his arms like this felt so right - you were so utterly pliant, obedient, and needy for him. His hand reached the back of your head, yanking your hair to expose your dainty neck, peppering kisses along your jugular. Your felt yourself shudder, closing your eyes as you indulged in Sebastian's ministrations. 

You yelped as Sebastian climbed on top of you, not breaking the onslaught of his desperate, wet, open-mouthed kisses on your poor neck. He wedged his knee in between your legs, prying them apart. A mewl tore out of your mouth as he nipped on your neck, suckling on the spot and leaving a blooming, purplish red mark on your once unblemished skin. Sebastian growled as he began unbuttoning your blouse while you sat up to meet his lips in yet another fiery kiss, ridding him of his top as well with shaky, eager hands. 

Sebastian yanked the undone clothing off your frame, baring you topless before his hungry gaze. He attached his mouth on your chest right below your clavicle while you straddled him, his arm wrapping around your waist in response to keep you firmly in place. Voluntarily, you maneuvered your hips in a slow, grinding manner on the painfully obvious tent on his pants, earning a pleasured hiss from the brunette as your lips descended upon his, tongues melding with each other in an open-mouthed kiss.

“F-Fuck (Y/N)...!” he panted in between exchanges of depraved kisses, gripping your waist as you pushed yourself down harder on him, controlling the movement of your hips to a faster pace. You let out a shaky groan, feeling the agonizing texture of your growingly wet undergarments sticking on your sensitive core. The aching between your legs grew hot and unbearable, and this was barely even the start of the sheer debauchery the both of you were going to partake in for the night.

Sebastian left a trail of kisses downwards from your lips all the way to your chest while removing your bra in the process. Your chest heaved in pleasure as he took one of your nipples to his mouth, swirling his tongue on the sensitive nub while his other free hand pinched and twisted the other. A cry of pleasure erupted from your bitten-red lips as he gently gave the nub a gentle bite and soothing the pain off by smoothing his tongue and giving it a teasing suck. Sebastian smirked as you let out another loud moan while he gave your other nipple the similar brutal yet pleasurable treatment. At this point, he felt his pants getting soaked from the outside, causing his still concealed member to twitch in anticipation as he felt beads of precum leaking from his tip. Despite the layers of clothing still separating your core from his member, he still felt how deliciously wet you are for him, and he wondered how soaked you truly are beneath all that remaining clothing left. The thought alone made him salivate.

He liked this. He liked having this particular sort of power over you - you had no choice but to just keep taking all the pleasure he’s inflicting upon your sensitively submissive body. A sense of impatience soon took a hold of him, causing him to throw you on the bed, frantically unbuttoning your pants and pulling the garment off your body harshly. Your face flushed in shame at the sudden exposure, instinctively shutting your legs close. A glint of possessiveness was evident in Sebastian's eyes as he pried your legs apart, staring at your translucent, soaked-through undergarments. 

Your heart was thrumming frenziedly in your chest both out of embarrassment and want, covering your poor blushing face as Sebastian peeled the last remaining article of clothing away from your body. He firmly kept your legs apart as he brought his face closer to your wet aching core, watching it clench around nothingness. Sebastian's brain was completely fried, taking in both the heady scent and lewd sight of your most delicate spot. 

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet.” he rasped, spreading the lips of your pussy before licking a long, wet stripe along your slit. Your back arched, your mouth hanging ajar in a silent moan as heightened pleasures consumed your being for the very first time.

“So fucking sexy.” 

Lick.

“So fucking good for me.”

Sebastian kept murmuring praises in between licks, the sinful sounds of slurping, mewls, and groans filling the room as he licked up your honeypot like a starved man. Your legs trembled as he continued his relentless actions, alternating from licking and prodding at your weeping hole using solely his tongue. You felt a single digit rub against your slit, coating itself with your essence before slipping inside your cavern.

However, you let out a hiss of pain, causing Sebastian to abruptly stop. 

“Are you alright?” he asked. The question itself made you blush.

“I don’t really know how to say this but...”

“But...?”

“... It’s my first time, so...” you meekly said, avoiding eye contact from the half-naked male in front of you. Sebastian's eyes widened in realization.

Oh. You’re a virgin.

That fact alone caused a switch to flip within the male as his eyes darkened with carnal desire.

Animalistic, feral thoughts consumed Sebastian as he spat on your hole aggressively, the lewd action causing you to whimper in delight. He slowly reinserted his finger inside your tight hole, his hot breath fanning over your clitoris as he partook an experimental lick on the sensitive bud. You writhed instinctively, a pleasantly fiery and toe-curling sensation coursing through your veins as you sobbed in pleasure. The mild pain was slowly subsiding as your body responded to the intensity of his foreplay. You were absolutely dripping, and the sheets you laid on now had a wet patch of your juices. One of your hands attempted to grip Sebastian's hair to pry him off your delicate spots, but he had caught your wrist before you could do so, pinning it down on the bed harshly as he continued the deliciously brutal abuse of your pussy and clitoris using his fingers and tongue. He inserted another finger, groaning at how tight your walls felt around his digits. 

Oh, to have his cock inside you - the thought alone made Sebastian rut his hips while he relentlessly flicked his tongue against your sensitive pearl.

Your throat felt dry as you moaned uncontrollably, tears prickling your eyes as your pleasure-driven sobs and cries egged Sebastian to his hasten his pacing, causing your insides to twitch in profane delight. He curled his fingers upwards and suckle on the ball of nerve, occasionally swirling his tongue around it. Your legs began to shudder violently at the frenzy of pleasure coursing through your stimulated body, your toes curling as you cried pathetically, begging Sebastian to slow down his ministrations - a request which fell into deaf ears.

And just like that, you had your very first orgasm. 

Tremors coursed throughout your body as you came down from your high as Sebastian slowly retracted his fingers from your pussy, staring into your eyes as he licked the soaked digits - a sight that made your already abused pussy clench wantonly. He got off the bed, his hands reaching for the waistband of his pants as he unbuttoned it, pulling the article of clothing off along with his underwear. Your eyes remained fixed on his as he climbs back on top of you, resting your eagle-spread thighs on his as he prodded the blunt head of his cock on your virgin hole. You gasped at the sensation as he teasingly rubbed the tip along your slit, juices trickling down from your hole. Curiously, you looked down at his appendage with bleary, pleasure-filled eyes.

Oh Merlin. He's fucking girthy.

You swore you almost drooled at the sight despite the worry at the back of your mind if his cock would even fit in your tight virgin hole. Sebastian leaned in for an oddly gentle kiss despite his prior eagerness and vigor. He languidly licks and suckles on your tongue, grinding his cock on your bare pussy as he groped one of your breasts and trailed his other hand on your thigh. You felt so fucking sensitive under him, your body twitching in delight as you received his raw, carnal adoration. 

Sebastian, however, was having second thoughts deep down hence the sudden gentleness. He was sure his cock was going to fucking break you with how insanely tight you are, and he didn’t want both of your first times to just be about his own pleasure alone. With how utterly feral he was in the moment, he doesn’t trust himself enough to not go ballistic the moment his cock is completely sheathed within your warmth. Prying his lips away from yours, he nuzzled the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent.

“Get on top of me,” he whispered, giving a brief peck on the damp, sweaty skin of your neck. Sebastian sat beside you, his back leaning against the headboard of the bed, snaking an arm around your waist as you straddled him. The both of you gazed at each other, eyes filled with both lust and love, leaning in for another breathy exchange of kisses.

“I love you, (Y/N). I love you so fucking much.”

Sebastian’s frantic, whispered confession against your lips made your heart soar as you sighed against his plump lips, cupping his cheek as he stared into your (e/c) eyes.

“I love you too, Seb. I’m all yours. Only yours.”

Sebastian hummed in response as he nuzzled your neck. He reached for his thick, leaking appendage as you raised your hips, placing your hands on his broad shoulders to stabilize yourself. He spat on his hand and coated his member with his saliva before rubbing the glistening red tip along your slit to further lubricate it as much as he could. He looked up at you, while you meekly nodded in approval. He positioned the head towards your hole while you lowered yourself slowly, engulfing him within your delicate, wet flower.

You gasped in both pain and pleasure as his cock split you open, burying itself inside your pussy inch by inch while Sebastian’s breath quickened, his hands gripping your hips almost painfully as his self-control threatened to slip away with how heavenly your walls felt. His eyebrows furrowed in both concentration and intense pleasure - it took all of his remaining willpower to not thrust himself up into your warm, inviting hole as he peppered your exposed skin with kisses, mapping his hands across every inch of your exposed skin as he steadied his breathing. You let out a cry of pleasure the moment you buried his cock all the way to the hilt, his smooth tip kissing your cervix.

You gave an experimental roll with your hips, causing a whimper to erupt from your lips while Sebastian’s breath hitched in response, bringing his hands to grip the curves of your ass. He guided your hips in a slow, grinding motion, allowing you to get accustomed to his size. The initial burning sensation of the intrusion was melting away as your body succumbed into the pleasure, your juices flowing from your hole the more stimulation you received. You reached for your clitoris, gently rubbing it as you threw your head back, gasping at the amplified sensations that made your thighs quiver in delight.

Sebastian bit his lip at the sight of you pleasuring yourself while he guided your hips, the shameless image burned in his memory for good. You started bouncing up and down his cock - a telltale sign that the pain had already dissipated as you began to lose yourself into lustful desire. Instinctively, he bucked his hips up, earning an eager whine  followed by a string of pleasure-drunk babbles from your lips as you rubbed your clit harder.

“Oh f-fuck! You feel so good. Please, please- Just like that...!”

Despite your wanton pleas, Sebastian lifted you off his lap, causing you to whine at the absence of his cock inside you. You were suddenly pushed down the mattress rather harshly, a gasp escaping from your lips as Sebastian grabbed one of your ankles, throwing your leg above his shoulder while his other hand had two of your wrists pinned right above your head. He slammed his cock back inside your pussy, the both of you groaning in unison at the delicious friction. 

Passionate moans spilled from your lips as Sebastian rammed his hips  against yours, setting a viciously mind-melting pace. The squelching sounds of your bodily fluids alongside the repetitive slapping of wet skin caused your head to spin in delight, your mind in a mania of sinful indulgence. You were utterly helpless and at his mercy, and you fucking loved it. Sebastian's eyes drank the sight before him: your naked body covered with a sheen of sweat, skin littered with multiple hickeys, bitten-red lips, a fucked-out expression, and your legs spread out nice and wide just for him. Only him.

Sebastian freed your wrists, leaning back as his fingers grazed against your swollen-red pearl, rubbing it in circles. A high-pitched whine bubbled from your lips as your hands gripped the sheets, your knuckles turning white. As soon as he started the onslaught of his rough thrusts once again, your mind blanked out as his cock head brushed against a certain, spongy spot within your pussy. 

“Fuck! R-right there!” you cried out, your chest heaving in desperation as you clawed at his arm. Your thighs began to quiver once again, causing Sebastian to smirk knowingly as your eyes rolled back in sheer unadulterated bliss. 

“Please, please- oh fuck, Sebastian!” you babbled, drool trickling down your chin mindlessly as your remaining bits of sanity began to slip away. Sebastian chuckled darkly at your depravity, leaning forward to brutally assault your poor neck with marks once again.

“Go on, pretty girl. Cum for me,” he groaned against your ear, causing a high-pitched moan to suddenly erupt from your throat. Your walls tightened around his member as he growled, rubbing your clit as you rode your high. Globs of your essence spilled from your hole, coating Sebastian’s cock with a translucent, milky substance. 

Despite just having your release, Sebastian was still slamming his cock in and out of your hole, chasing his high while continuing with the abuse of your sensitive spots. Your eyes rolled back as one of his hands wrapped around your neck in a gentle grip, broken whimpers escaping your lips. Sebastian groaned as you gasped for air while tears of pleasure ran down your flushed cheeks - the debauched image of you so utterly broken and cock-drunk solely for him caused his member to twitch inside you as he quickened his pace, tipping him closer and closer to the edge.

“F-fuck, I’m close! Where do you want it?” he hissed through gritted teeth. You pulled him closer, resting your forehead against his as you locked your legs around his waist. He groaned, gazing straight into your eyes as he approached his climax, burying his cock all the way inside your pussy.

Sebastian let out a long, guttural moan, his eyes never leaving yours as his shaft spurted his seed deep inside you. Your walls clenched and twitched as Sebastian slowed his pace, milking any remaining globs of his cum from his cock. The both of you were panting, foreheads pressed together and staring each other with fucked-out yet loving expressions. 

Sebastian reluctantly pulled his now softening member out of your hole, causing you to mewl in response. He laid down beside you, the both of you staring at the ceiling, panting in exhaustion. You felt his hot cum trickle down from your wrecked hole, causing you to blush in realization at what had transpired between you both. 

Shyly, you glanced at Sebastian, who was still panting slightly, a satisfied grin plastered on his face. He got up, giving you a peck on the forehead, before heading towards the bathroom while you remain in your spot. Sebastian returned from the bathroom with a wet towel at hand, voluntarily wiping any filth away from your prior activities with him while looking at each other with adoration. You intended to at least fix the sheets for the both of you. However, a painful sensation coursed through your inner thighs as you tried to move.

“...Uh, Seb? Could you please pass me my wand?” you asked, feeling guilty that you couldn’t be much of service to him in this little aftercare session. Sebastian quirked an eyebrow - your wand was right at the bedside table not far from you. You felt your face burn as he gives you a questioning look, silently demanding for an explanation for your peculiar request.

“... I can’t feel my legs.”

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[morlao]

"You can thank me later"

Headcanons:

Being best friends with Anne Sallow

(contains Sebastian x f!reader)

- The first time you meet Anne the two of you immediately get along very well. She is more than happy that after all the weeks that she spent alone with her uncle Salomon, she finally has someone her age - and on top of that A GIRL - to talk to.

- You both spend the whole afternoon talking about Hogwarts while laughing and giggling about the memories that she shares with you.

"Do you know how horrified Leander gets when he sees a spider? One time during class he jumped on his desk and screamed like a little girl for at least five minutes! Professor Hecat had to promise him three times that it was gone before he agreed to sit down again."

- Of course Sebastian starts to feel left out pretty soon. He left you two for only a few couple of minutes and when he steps back in the room you are so busy talking that you don't even notice him. He jumps around, making a scene and acting like a total drama queen, which makes you and Anne cry out in laughter. He dramatically points his finger at Anne: "Stop stealing my best friend!"

- He is not really angry, though, more relived that Anne finally seems happy again. It's been a very long time since he heard her laugh like this. He even feels like she's finally able to forget about the curse - at least for a few minutes.

- After your first meeting you visit Anne on a regular basis. Almost every weekend you spend some time with her, often bringing some snacks from Honeydukes or something from Zonko's to cheer her up.

- Sebastian really appreciates what you do for her and - if that's even possible - he falls even harder for you. Of course Anne doesn't miss the hidden glances and the way he smiles when he looks at you. Not to mention the blush on his face and the fact that he often acts like an idiot in front of you to get your attention. Maybe it's also because of twin intuition that his feelings for you are like an open book to her.

"Merlin, I can't believe how nobody sees that!"

- She loves to tease him about it, which almost every single time gives him nearly a heart attack and causes him to panic as he fears that she might tell you, since you two grew really close. And girls tell their best friends everything, don't they?

"Awww does my twin brother have a crush?"

"Shut up, Anne! That's not true!"

"Of course not, there are a million other reasons why you look at her like that!"

She starts imitating Sebastian's glances and gestures, which causes his face to blush a deeper shade of red than the Gryffindors' flag.

- Even though she likes to tease her brother about his crush on you (by threatening him to tell you if he didn't confess soon) she will not say a single word to you about it. Once in a while she might drop a hint or ask you a question in order to find out whether or not you like Sebastian too. She might say things like:

"Don't you think that he's acting weird lately?"

Or

"He let you have some of his Bertie Bott's Beans? Wow, normally he never shares with anyone! You must be really special to him!"

- Even though Sebastian constantly flirts with you he won't make a proper move for a very long time as he is afraid that you don't like him as more than a friend. While Anne was really amused about that at first, she starts to get pretty annoyed after a few months.

"For Merlin's sake, Sebastian! When will you finally confess to her? If you wait any longer, other boys may take their chance! You know she's amazing, a lot of people fancy her!"

Anne's words haunt Sebastian in his dreams so he decides that the next time you accompany him to Feldcroft he will tell you about his feelings. But again he is too nervous. He just doesn't find the right moment and the right words to tell you (even though he forced Ominis to act out this scene with him various times).

- In the meantime Anne has made a plan herself. She knew exactly that her brother wouldn't find the courage to tell you so she decided that it was finally time for her to take action. As soon as you knock on the door she jumps up, runs outside and takes both your hands while giggling excitedly.

"Y/N, finally! How was your date with Garreth? You have to tell me everything!"

She leads you inside without giving you the chance to stare at her in confusion and ask her what the hell she was talking about. Obviously you weren't on a date with Garreth. Garreth was just a good friend. Your heart belonged to someone else. That special someone who now stood frozen outside the door, absolutely horrified at what he just heard. Garreth FUCKING Weasley!

- He screams out in frustration before clenching his hands into fists and storming inside where you and Anne are standing. Anne is still giggling and asking questions about your "date", barely leaving you time to answer. Sebastian can't believe how happy she is. She knows exactly that he loves you and she still seems to be so excited about the idea of you and Weasley! In his hurtred and anger he doesn't even notice how confused you are and that you try to interrupt Anne various times by asking her, what she was talking about.

- "Anne, what the hell?" He shouts while grabbing her arm. "You knew Y/N was going on a date with Weasley and you didn't bother telling me?!"

Anne smiles innocently. "Of course I knew. She's my best friend. Actually it was my idea. She told me that Garreth passed her a note in potions, asking her if she wanted to go to Hogsmeade with him. I told her to say yes. Garreth is a nice guy, so why not?"

- Sebastian is so furious, he can't believe what she says. "I told you months ago, that I love her and you set her up with GARRETH? WHAT THE HELL, ANNE?"

- Anne's smile gets even bigger as she watches you stare at him in disbelief. "You love me?" Sebastian freezes as he realises that he just confessed to you (if that's what you could call that screaming and shouting). His face turns bright red and he gets all flustered, nervously rubbing the back of his head. "Yes, I do." He finally manages to say.

- Now it's your turn to blush a deep shade of red. Sebastian Sallow loved you? You couldn't help but smile. You never expected him to have a crush on you. While you try real hard not to turn into a blushing and giggling mess he still stares at you. Of course, you're such an idiot! He obviously wanted an answer, a reaction, any sign that you're still alive.

- "Sebastian...", you stutter while slowly stepping closer and taking his hand. "Did you really think that I would go on a date with Garreth? I thought it was quite obvious that I like someone else." You pull him closer and he holds his breath. "Do you really think I would drop everything and go into the forbidden forest to fight some spiders with you if I don't have a crush on you? Wow, I guess even the Hogwarts ghosts know I like you!"

- A huge smile appears on Sebastian's face and before you could say something else he cups your face with his hands and kisses you. Your heart skips a beat when you kiss him back. You couldn't believe it was finally happening!

- When the two of you let go of each other, you see Anne standing there with a huge smile, looking completely satisfied with herself. "You can thank me later!" You laugh and pull her into a hug while Sebastian stares at her with a grin, shacking his head. She really was a true Slytherin.

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[localravenclaw]

I'm Not Done With You

Sebastian Sallow x f!reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Theme: One-Shot Smut

Summary: Virgin Sebastian get his man-cherry popped by you, hun!

Warnings: Aged up 18+ vanilla af (because that deserves a warning of its own)

Author's Note: Do I hate myself for writing this? Yes. Yes, I do. Did I enjoy writing this? I did so too. It's been sitting in my drafts for two months now and AI Sebastian who is now apparently my soulmate told me to go ahead and risk it all so here ya go!

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You revel in the intimacy of feeling Sebastian's soft, brown hair between your fingers. The way he sighs and his eyes flutter as your hand glides through his locks is your own private heaven on earth. You sit contentedly in the Undercroft sofa, craddling the Slytherin, his head resting comfortably on your lap as you rhythmically toyed with his hair.

"So you've never done it?" you validate.

He opens his eyes and raises a brow at you with a smirk.

"You doubt me?"

"No," you deny. "It's just that... Well, I find it hard to believe."

"What's so hard to believe about that?" he asks, feigning offense.

"With all due respect, Sebastian. A man with your charm and..." you hesistate, not wanting to overinflate his ego.

"And what?"

"And then being, you know, handsome," you finish, surrending your compliment.

"So?"

"Surely, you've had your fun."

He snorts and closes his eyes, unfazed by the flattery.

"I'm not a saint. Of course I've had my share of fun. In the past, maybe. But..." This time it was his turn to hesitate.

"But what? Tell me," you pry.

"It just never came to that," he answers simply, emphasizing the last word.

You sit quietly in thought, fingers still absently brushing through his hair.

He's gotta be lying, you muse. Perhaps he's doing so to spare your feelings, being protective of you as he always is.

It seems rather uncharacteristic of someone with Sebastian Sallow's aggressive nature to be a virgin. Him being the tenacious man that he is, it's hard to imagine him not being able to get his way with a woman. Any woman.

You've seen the way the other students look at him when they think he's not looking. You aren't exactly blind to their secret pining towards the dauntingly disinterested man. If he really wanted to, he could have had anyone he liked, female or male.

"Have you?" he asks, cutting you off your musings.

"Mmm, a handful of times," you answer honestly.

"Tch. Lucky bastard."

"You assume there's only one?" you tease.

He opens his eyes and raises a brow at you incredulously. You laugh, throwing your head back in amusement.

"You know I'm not like that," you assure him. "It was with a fling, and I was young and stupid. Relax, it was a long, long time ago."

He sits up and grabs the back of your head, forcing your face closer to his. There was fire in his eyes. He smiles mischievously at you through gritted teeth and runs a hand over your breast, stopping between the cleavage.

"This," he says, pressing his palm over your heart, "is what I want."

"But this," he adds, and proceeds to trail his hand slowly down your navel, "is a bonus."

His hand hovers over your groin, touching ever so lightly. You inhale sharply at the sudden escalation of his boldness.

Ever since you started seeing each other, Sebastian has never been physically forceful. He would steal ardent kisses in empty corridors and fondle you behind closed doors even in broad daylight but much to your frustration, the two of you have never really gotten past rough makeouts and occasional groping.

You run a hand on the back of his neck and stroke the smoothness of his nape. His smile widen before capturing your mouth in a deep, fervent kiss.

The taste of him is intoxicating, filling your senses and robbing you of air. He skillfully probes your parted lips, verociously exploring your mouth with his tongue. He scoops you in one swift motion and switches you to a straddling position.

He breaks the kiss, making you moan in protest.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," he breathes, soaking in the sight of you.

You huff and look away, growing ever more frustrated. Desire hung heavily in the air around you.

"Seb, it's hot in here," you complain, playfully fanning yourself and releasing the buttons of your shirt. He gives you a sinister grin, reaching out a greedy hand to caress your breast. You smile in triumph as his hand ventures around your chest, squeezing and pinching, rolling your nipples between his thumb. He watches you closely as you shudder in pleasure.

"You have no idea how hard it is to control myself around you," he mutters, jaw tense in restrain.

You respond by completely removing your top, revealing your bareness for him to feast on. And feast he did.

He pulls you closer, taking one breast to his mouth. You groan needily as the warmth of his tongue seared your skin. He swirls his tongue around the crown, nipping playfully before sucking at it again. You throw your head back and run your hands through his hair, encouraging him. He switches to the other one, rough, calloused hands tenderly skimming along your back before resting firmly on your hips. He traces your smooth belly with kisses, one hand deftly undoing the clasp of your trousers. Your breathing hastens in excitement as he slowly pulls down the zipper, sneering wickedly at you.

He reclines on the couch, lustfully admiring your half-naked figure. And you whine in annoyance, wanting, no, needing him to go further. His arousal is very visible now, bulging threateningly against his crotch. You rake a hand over it, making him growl with impatience. You lean forward, fixing your hands on the back of the sofa for support and caging him between your arms.

"You will be the death of me, Sebastian Sallow" you croon.

He seals your mouth in a deceivingly chaste kiss as his right hand found its way inside your unzipped pants. You mewl in his mouth and he grabs the back of your head with his free hand, pulling you back into the kiss.

Deft fingers glide into you, feeling your wetness before dancing over the sensitive nub, making you gasp and call out his name. You drape yourself on neck and bite into his shoulder in a bid to stiffle your moans, and failing.

"Mmm, you like that?" he purrs into you ear. "Tell me, does it feel good?"

You respond in whimpers and cling tighter to him, logic escaping your brain as his words push you closer to your impending climax.

"Just let it go, love" he coaxes, expertly adding pressure and speed to his manipulation.

He catches you in time as your legs fail and you shudder helplessly against his chest, consumed in a tidal wave of blissful spasms racking your body.

He lays you on your back to ride out the last of your climax. Your clothes quickly pile on the floor in desperate efficiency.

"Sebastian, I'm not sure I can take that," you tease as you gape in absolute awe at the sight of his girth. He gives you a sinister grin, stroking the length of his shaft. Not the first time you've seen it, but certainly the first it's ever been this angry.

"We don't have to do it if you don't want to," Sebastian lies, though he knew full well there was no turning back at this point.

You smile at his thoughtfulness and eagerly pull him to you again. You resume your straddling position and kiss him affectionately, slowly grinding against his hardness. He groans deliciously into your mouth, hands grasping your hips, anxiously wanting more. You take his erection in one hand and rub it teasingly against your wetness. His breath hitches and his grip tightens, nails digging into your skin. You lock eyes and he gives you a silent, pleading nod. Slowly, you lower yourself on him, sheathing his throbbing cock inside you. Sebastian gives out a growl of pleasure, burying his face between your breasts and trapping you in a tight embrace.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he breathes.

You raise your hips and sink into him again, making him cry out once more. You moan in divine agony as your walls gradually stretch to accomodate all of him. Sebastian whimpers and whines as you rock yourself on his lap, dripping all over his thighs. Your walls tighten involuntarily around his shaft as you pick up the cadence, lost in the desperate chase of your personal high. Sebastian seems to be growing equally impatient as he strains and buckles in an attempt to go deeper.

Your second orgasm comes without warning, flooding your brain with stars as your senses mute and your mind goes paper white. Sebastian lays you on the couch and clutches your shoulders for leverage as he loses himself in a frenzy of fervent thrusts. He lets out an exquisitely primal sound in between ragged breaths and collapse on top of you, gasping from the intensity of his release.

The two of you lay there spent, a heaving mess of sweat and sex.

"How was that for your first time?" you tease.

"I will never look at this couch the same way ever again," he laughs feebly.

"Sebastian?"

"Hmm?"

"You're still inside me."

He props himself up slighty to meet your gaze, a familiar glint already dancing in his eyes.

"Oh, I'm not done with you yet."

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[wrathmourne]

Consequence

Fandom: Hogwarts Legacy Relationship: Sebastian Sallow / reader (afab) Warnings: 18+ explicit, established relationship, handjob, oral sex (m receiving), riding, verbal humiliation, orgasm control, overstimulation Summary: You were trying to get some studying done, but Sebastian was teasing you for long enough. It was time to show him the consequences of his actions.

Preview: You didn’t respond to him as you continued going up a set of stairs, turning a corner, and heading down another corridor. You were approaching the quieter part of the castle that nobody frequently visited, unless it was needed. Once you arrived at an empty, unused classroom, you nearly dragged Sebastian inside, and shut the door behind you. After you sealed the door, you shoved him against a desk, earning a gasp from him as you approached him. “I’m dealing with you for continually interrupting me trying to study.”

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[talesofesther]

half a heart

Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Summary: You're tired of watching Sebastian get hurt because of you. So you decide to let him go.

A/N: A very random drabble that probably lacks context. Still, a good read I'd say. Hope you like it. <3

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There wasn't a time when you cursed the amount of stairs Hogwarts has more than you did now. Your knees were burning with just how fast you skipped over to one of the highest floors, your destination being the hospital wing.

You suppose that Professor Weasley's scolding had been with reason, given the fact that you'd burst through the main doors holding a half-conscious Sebastian in your arms. Though she could've let you go with him before giving you a piece of her mind.

In any way, it was safe to say you were banished from leaving Hogwarts' grounds in the near future.

You steadied your frantic steps when you reached the familiar room, taking a deep breath and holding it for a second or two in your lungs as you watched Nurse Bailey speak with someone you could only assume was Sebastian.

One would think that with the number of times you've found yourself in this situation, you'd get used to it. But if anything, the feeling got worse. You found yourself only loving him more, your heart all the more entangled with his. And it was almost as if you could feel it stop beating when that spell—the one that was meant for you—hit Sebastian with full force.

The Ashwinder had no time to even think of a defense before the killing curse left the tip of your wand. But the damage had already been done, hadn't it?

It hurt you. The nurse nodded and walked away from Sebastian, and the boy lit up immediately as he saw you; his smile worsening the cut on his lip and making it bleed as he took half a step toward you before having to stop himself with a grimace of pain. It hurt you beyond belief, to see him in this state because of you.

You walked up to him in quick strides and said nothing as you encircled both arms around his shoulders, carefully, pulling him into a relieved embrace.

Sebastian buried his head in your shoulder, his first words to you were; "are you okay?"

And you knew then, that you'd made up your mind.

—

You were told that Sebastian would benefit from a night in the hospital wing, something about sudden bursts of pain and having someone nearby to take care of it.

Night came fast, the moon hazy in the sky as rain clouds gathered together; and with it, you hurt him just a little more, hopefully for the last time.

You sat with him in the hospital bed, lacking the courage to look him in the eyes.

"Sebastian, you know it as well as I do, we are not good for each other." You felt as if you'd said these same words in a hundred different ways already, breaking your heart as well as his own with them, but he refused to accept them.

Sebastian took your hand, his fingers trembling in their hold. He placed your palm against his chest and held it there, right on top of his beating heart. And it thundered, each beat growing more frantic than the last and you could feel them echoing through your whole body, raising goosebumps on your skin.

His hold tightened on your hand, as if you'd leave at any moment. It made your eyes finally meet his, and you saw a pool of tears collecting on the bottom lid of his dark eyes, only a blink away from spilling.

"You feel?" Sebastian's bottom lip trembled with each syllable, "you feel what you do to me?" One tear slid down his freckled cheek.

You choked on your own breath, unable to pry yourself away from the hold he had on your soul. Your fingers bunched up the fabric of his shirt, as if trying to physically hold his bruised heart.

"It beats for you," he whispered, words broken and desperate as his tears trickled down his chin, "do you have any idea of what would happen if you ever left?"

Oh.

Your own eyes were stinging and yet a soft, bittersweet smile came to your lips. This was such a Sebastian thing for him to do. Making you question each one of your decisions.

You raised your free hand to his face, your thumb brushing over the apple of his cheek and collecting the tears there before you ran your fingers through his hair. You could still see the bruise on his temple when his auburn hair was out of the way—shades of purple and dark red staining his skin. And you knew there were others, much worse scattered through the rest of his body. Sebastian never was one for thinking before he acted.

His eyes closed at your touch, he leaned against it. His lips touched your palm in a pleading kiss.

"I can't keep watching you do this to yourself," you confessed, quietly because you knew that if you spoke any louder you'd break too.

Sebastian shook his head, moving closer to you on the bed. "Please," he choked on a sob, with tears clinging to his eyelashes. "You're all I have."

You felt the words in your heart, drawing blood. More than anything, you wished you could run away and take him with you, lay a kiss on top of each scar on his skin and heart. Maybe you would. Maybe one day you would.

"You're all I have too," you whispered, leaning your forehead against his. You closed your eyes when you felt the unbearable weight of your next words already settling in your chest before you'd even said them; "and that's why we shouldn't see each other anymore."

The love you hold for each other could destroy you if you let it. What a sweet demise it would be.

Sebastian refused to let go of your hand, you doubted he would anytime soon. It was okay, you'd slip away when the candles of the hospital wing burned the faintest; when his breathing was even as he lay against your chest, and his grip loosened ever so slightly.

In the dead of night, you placed a lingering kiss on his forehead before you left. It didn't feel like a goodbye, not entirely.

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[bloofinntoona]

Modern!AU Blurb: The Ferret Discourse

meanwhile:

Sebastian wouldn't admit it, but it was the most peaceful sleep he had after Anne went to the hospital.

... and whose legs are those

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[sebastianwallows]

Can You Handle It

Sebastian x f!reader

Summary - Many requests for subby boys and inspired by the suggestions of "their first time getting eaten out/Rimmed by a GN!MC?" and "the boys made yn mad and yn wants revenge and decide to overstimulate them until they were crying and apologizing to her"

Word Count - 2,366

Warnings - 18+ smut, dom!reader x sub!Seb, overstimulation, punishment

A/N - Not oblivious to the first suggestion referring to GN!reader, but my intent with this first submissive fic was f!reader because I imagine that's where it'll be easiest for me to start since I'm just not used to writing a more dominant reader. These two specific requests were in response to me asking for some help with ideas, so please don't hesitate to keep sending m/m or gn/m pairings or whatever it is that suits you. I don't skip over them, I do make my best efforts for them.

You were going to ruin Sebastian when you found him. You were nearing your final weeks at Hogwarts, stressed to the nines about how your NEWT scores were going to turn out. And yet he decided it would be a great idea to borrow your notes and not return them when you asked him to.

He was your boyfriend, yes, but that didn't give exclusive permission to take your things. You also were furious that he didn't know any better at a time like this. You stomped your way through the dorms, utilizing disillusionment when you needed it before making your way to his bedroom. You hadn't been able to find him in any of his other usual hangouts so you figured he must be in his bed.

He was taking a nap, clearly exhausted with parchment scattered around him. His tie was loose and his robes were off. You almost felt bad for what you were about to inflict on him. You charmed the door to the room quietly, ensuring a simple alohamora wouldn't unlock it.

When you were satisfied, you sat on the bed next to Sebastian. He didn't even flinch from your weight on the mattress. You decided to tidy up all the notes and set them aside so that they didn't have to be a part of your revenge, you still very much needed them to look over, but only after you dealt with Sebastian.

You crawled on top of him where he lay and admired him for a few moments. He was so perfectly innocent with his clothes all disheveled and his hair falling over his eyes. You smirked to yourself as you sat between his legs.

You gave him a few slaps to the cheek to try and wake him. He only flailed around for a moment or two before his eyes opened and he took in the sight of you looming over him.

He cleared his through, "Y/N," his voice was still coated in the remnants of his sleep, "I was just dreaming about you. And there you are."

He made a move to wrap his arms around your waist before you batted his hand away, crossing your arms against your chest. "I don't think so. You didn't bring my notes back at all! Do you have any idea how worried I was that you lost them and were searching for a way to cover your own ass?"

He blinked a few times, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he noticed you taking your robe off and setting it aside. "I — I'm sorry. I just lost track of time and —"

You put a finger to his lips a placed a single soft kiss on his nose. "You're going to be sorry when I'm done with you." His eyes widened and you saw his adam's apple bob when he swallowed hard. "First, you can take away all this stress you caused me. And then I will deal with you."

His cheeks flushed red when he realized what you were referring to. He stuttered, "Y-yes ma'am." Although he looked slightly frightened you knew it was just a part of his act to try and make you feel bad and go easy on him. The bulge that you made sure to ground down on as you stood up told you otherwise though. He groaned at the contact.

"You're a little pathetic, aren't you? I've just threatened you and you're as stiff as a board in your pants." He said nothing but sat up on his elbows as he watched you drop your skirt and undergarments. You unbuttoned your blouse just enough to give him something to look at later.

You leaned down to his face, giving his cheek a more delicate slap, "Why don't you tell me how much you're about to love taking care of me? How the minute I put my pussy in your face, you'll be lucky not to cream your pants? And I do mean lucky because the consequences will only be worse if you don't listen."

You looked into his chocolate eyes, watching his pupils expand as he tried to formulate a response, "Yes, I — I want you to sit on my face. It's a privilege you're letting me taste you before you wreck me. You're so good to me."

Sebastian reached out with needy hands ready to scoop your thighs up as you crawled on top of his chest, positioning yourself over his mouth. He was nearly drooling at the sight of your soaking folds. He looked up at you for reassurance that it was okay to start on you before you forced your cunt into his mouth.

He moaned at the taste as you moaned from how expertly he moved his tongue through your lips and up to your sensitive nub. He gripped your thighs hard as it was the one luxury you allowed him while you ground your hips against him, riding his face whether he could breathe or not. You could feel the knots in your stomach coming loose as the day melted away on his tongue, "Fuck, Sebastian, just like that, just for me, honey." He used the pad of his tongue to rub circles on your clit, just the way he knew you liked it. You tugged on his hair as you started to come undone, looking down at how blissful he looked latched onto you.

Your thighs were shaking as you came undone in his mouth. "Ahh, clean it up Sebastian. Taste all of it. To his credit, he continued to work on you until you couldn't take it anymore. You were just afforded the pleasure of shifting your hips away from him to decide when enough was enough.

You panted and looked down at him through heavy eyes, seeing how he had your juices spread from his chin to the tip of his nose. His lips glistened as he licked at them, but looking up at you he was still hungry. "Is it, is it my turn?" His voice was whiney and thick with lust.

You smoothed your hand through his hair, down to his cheek. "If you're ready for your turn, but it might just never stop."

His eyes searched yours and you could tell he was nervous at what you were implying, with really no idea what exactly you had in store for him. You adjusted yourself so that you were once again between his legs and you gestured for him to sit up.

As he did so you swiftly grabbed his jaw and pulled his face forward, your other hand making easy work of the buttons on his shirt. His freckled face was a mess as he moaned merely from you grabbing him in such a way. You teased him, "Oh, Sebastian. I wish I was here just to make you feel good today, but I have to make you feel too good. I have to hit you where it hurts so you learn. Why don't we get the rest of these clothes off?"

As you released him he quickly obliged and tugged at the laces of his pants, pushing them down his legs. You moved out of the way just long enough to pull his pants and underwear all the way past his ankles to discard them on the floor, leaving him naked in front of you.

You ran your fingernails up his legs and leaned forward to blow hot breath against his dripping erection. He shivered and squirmed from such small touches from you, and you laughed at him.

"Today's going to be a little different, okay?" He nodded at you fervently, willing to do anything to get his own relief at this point. You dipped your head down between his legs, ignoring his cock and using your hands to gently nudge his thighs up, giving you access to his entrance. He spluttered out incoherent sentiments as you told him to be a good boy before you run your tongue down the seam of his sack and down to his virgin hole.

"Y/N, I've, we've never done this. I — augh —" A cry of pleasure negates his protests as you tease your tongue around the rim of his asshole. You couldn't keep the smile off your face as he grabbed his own thighs to keep them held up towards his chest.

"You're such a good boy, Sebastian," you cooed before plunging your tongue inside of him and swirling around his walls.

"Ah, Y/N, it feels so good," he was whimpering as you kept up your assault on his tight hole, experimenting to see what motions would make him make certain noises.

"I, I, Y/N," you reached up to wrap a hand around his cock as he struggled for words. You could feel how tense he was while you teased your tongue lightly over his hole, just shy of going inside and stroked him at the same time. You thought about edging him, but you had better plans for him than that. You had plans to make him cum again and again and again until his body just couldn't take it anymore.

When you could tell his orgasm was coming you licked and kissed your way up his thighs to sit back up in front of his cock. You loved looking down and seeing how flushed he had become from his neck to his chest. You replaced your hand with your mouth and he yelled loudly, almost immediately releasing his seed down your throat.

You gagged but took as much of him as you could while still swallowing every bit of his cum. You began to slow down your movements enough to let him catch his breath and think things were over. He opened his eyes to gaze down at you and looked completely fucked out.

That's when you started bobbing faster on his cock, running your tongue up and down it while you tried to take more into your mouth. "Y/N, you, you can't, I, fuck," he gave up trying to string together any words. He reached down to pull on your hair, but you refused to stop. You released him from your mouth with a pop, using your spit to resume the motions with your hand.

You gently wiped the corner of your mouth, "Sebastian I told you it had to be this way. You have to learn. You have to really be sorry before I can be done with you."

His mouth hung open as his thighs shook, he closed his legs around yours as gasp after gasp left his mouth. You took your other hand and rubbed his tight sack which he just released several days of pent-up sexual frustration from. You gently pressed your fingers together, squeezing and pulling against his balls and he was practically writhing on the bed.

His cock was completely hard and already leaking again, but every place you touched him felt like it was on fire with how his nerves were in overdrive. "Come on, Sebastian, I have to be sure there's nothing left in here. It's only the right thing to do."

You jerked him hard and fast, tugging on him just to see him whimper. You decided to allow him a slight relief as you took your hand from his balls and instead finished unfastening your shirt, letting it fall open. You tugged down the thin fabric that was left over your breasts, leaving them exposed.

He looked dazed as he watched you massage and pinch your own nipples. He couldn't decide if you were an angel or a devil, but he was pretty sure he felt another orgasm coming soon. He was on the verge of tears with how intense everything was. You could see how his eyes were watery and glazed over.

You released him suddenly and without warning before straddling him. He gulped as he looked up at you, too exhausted to even touch you as badly as he wanted to. You pressed a hand gently to his throat, "Are you sorry Sebastian? Sorry for not returning my things?"

You grazed your swollen lips over the tip of his cock, making his breath hitch. "Y — yes. Yes, Y/N, it'll never happen again, I swear on Merlin."

You caressed his cheek gently before you sank down onto his length. You were sure you were hearing sounds from him that you hadn't heard before. You moaned yourself as you rode on his cock, determined to milk at least a second orgasm from him.

You leaned down to bring your lips to his, making him taste himself before you left a trail of spittle down his jaw. You sucked and bit at his neck, whispering to him about being a good boy and cumming for you one more time.

"Just one more time, I promise. I can tell you learned your lesson, baby." As you spoke to him, kept your lips all over him, and fucked him hard it finally happened. He clung to you, wrapping around you tightly as he held you to his chest and let out guttural groans. Your name was certainly mixed into the jumble of words somewhere.

You knew how he must be feeling by now, so you gently slipped off of his cock and just lay on top of him between his legs. You pet his hair and gave him much softer kisses than the ones you'd been giving him moments prior. You traced over some red marks you'd sucked onto his neck in such a short time. When you ran a finger across one of his nipples he nearly jumped out of his skin.

"P — please! I'm so sorry. I was good and I did what you asked. I need a moment to breathe." You obliged and nuzzled yourself against his neck, hoping your hair buffered the contact enough for it to not be too sensitive.

"I love you, Sebastian," you spoke quietly against his neck. He returned the sentiment, his voice barely a whisper. "I'm going to take my notes when I leave, but why don't we get things cleaned up and tuck you back in for that nap?"

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[the-ravens-claw]

Hello! This is my first time writing fan fiction, so I hope you enjoy it! 🩵

Sebastian Sallow x f!MC ~ a little bit of fluff and angst

Summary: After years of avoiding him since graduation, MC is reunited with Sebastian.

Roughly 4K words

“The pleasure of your company has been requested to witness the marriage of Mr. Ominis Gaunt and Anne Sallow.”

MC held the letter in her hand as she contemplated her response. The announcement had not come as a surprise. Since her time at Hogwarts she had known that Ominis was smitten for Anne. After much encouragement on her and her friends’ part, he began courting Anne soon after they had graduated.

While she was elated to hear the news, MC couldn’t help but hesitate to attend. Though she tried to maintain correspondence with the her friends from Hogwarts, since graduating, she had become consumed by her career. With glowing letters of recommendation from Professor Weasley and Hecat, and earning a comfortable number of NEWTs, MC had secured a prestigious position in the Department of Mysteries. But that prestige came with a price. Due to the secretive nature of her work, MC was unable to share the details of her research which she found to take up more time than she had to offer.

Much to her embarrassment, she found what had once been regular correspondences with her friends soon became a rare occurrence. It wasn’t that they didn’t try to reach out to her, MC simply hadn’t had the time to open the letters. Even now, she had only opened the wedding invitation as the owl that had delivered it wouldn’t stop pecking at her until she did.

There was no doubt about it that it would be wonderful to see everyone again. But five years passing since their graduation, MC wondered whether she still deserved to have a place in the lives of the people she had so sorely neglected. From what she had last heard, Poppy was excitedly writing about her work at Brood and Peck, and Natsai was a great success amongst her colleagues in the Committee of Experimental Charms. In the past, the two would often force MC out of her hermit hole of an apartment to divulge in the latest excitements that filled the three of their lives, but that had come to a halt as all of their lives were busied with new developments.

Then there was Sebastian. MC had spent the remainder of her years at Hogwarts learning, exploring, and doing anything she could with Sebastian. Overtime, he became her best friend; when she was with him, it felt like anything was possible. But to her severe disappointment, nothing came of their friendship.

Still, that didn’t stop her from wondering of what could have been. On more nights that she wanted to admit, MC spent her time reflecting on the night they had graduated. It had been a spectacular night, MC had secured her position as an Unspeakable, and Sebastian had finally received confirmation that he was accepted into Auror training program.

As the crowd of graduates made their way through Hogsmeade to celebrate at the Three Broom Sticks, Sebastian and MC found themselves lagging behind. The two danced their way towards the pub, and Sebastian twirled MC around to the happy tune that filled the streets in celebration of the recent graduates. Too delirious from their happiness, right before they were about to walk into the pub, MC stupidly blurted out that she loved him.

Whether he had heard her or chose to ignore what she’d said, MC wasn’t sure. All she knew was that she’d made a mistake as Sebastian said nothing of the situation as they entered. MC had been too cowardly to admit her feelings again, and didn’t dare risk their friendship as the mere thought of losing him was too much to bear.

Looking back at her reasonings for not confessing her true feelings again, MC couldn’t help but laugh bitterly as she realized what had once been a great fear was now reality. Sebastian’s determination and dedication to accomplish what he wanted had never failed to garner MC’s admiration. But as time progressed, she couldn’t help but swallow the bitter pill that was the fact that if Sebastian truly loved her as she loved him, he would have stated so by now.

So she was left with nothing but the truth, and the truth was that it was easier for MC to bury herself in her work than confront the reality of her feelings for him. Like the others, her correspondence with Sebastian dwindled, with MC declining any of his invitations of meeting, claiming that she was too overwhelmed with work. Occasionally she would see him around the Ministry, but his work in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement meant that their path crossing was rare. Though he greeted her warmly whenever they met, MC couldn’t help but feel her heart break every time at the knowledge that they could have been more if she had been willing to take the risk.

Meanwhile, though Sebastian and Ominis’ friendship was tense after the events of their fifth-year it was eventually restored after Sebastian swore to give up his pursuits of dark magic. By the end of their sixth year—with much persuasion on Ominis’ part—Anne had agreed to meet with Sebastian. With the help of MC’s ancient magic and many hours of research, the three were able to cure Anne, a feat that had once been thought to be impossible. As a result, it was without a doubt that MC knew Sebastian would be in attendance at the wedding, and that alone seemed like a valid reason for her to not attend.

But this wasn’t about her. Ominis and Anne deserved to be surrounded by those who loved them on this joyous occasion, and while she may not have been a good friend as of lately, MC was ready to swallow her pride to celebrate their marriage. With a steady hand, she wrote back confirming her attendance.

———

In the weeks leading up to the wedding, MC took it upon herself to finally write once more to Poppy and Natsai. After many happy letters between the three, they agreed to meet in Hogsmeade and make their way to the castle together for the wedding.

As much as Ominis despised his family, using the power of his name and status as a pure blood, he successfully convinced Professor Black to allow him and Anne to use Hogwarts as the venue for their wedding. A decision the two had been set on as it had been the place they had first met and developed such a strong bond.

MC pulled her robe tighter against her as she made her way to the Three Broomsticks. Due to the momentous occasion, she had dusted off her formal gown, a simple, yet elegant dark blue dress. Unfortunately, it appeared that she had severely underestimated the weather as she shivered slightly in the cool, autumn wind. But the further she walked along the streets, the more filled with joy she became. It had been years since she had been here, and just walking the streets of Hogsmeade filled her with happy memories, from the many festivals she had attended with all her friends to the countless number of mugs of butter beer she had had as she debated with Sebastian on magical theories.

It was only when she approached the door that she became consumed once more with the vision of their graduation night. Not wanting to back out of the wedding, MC shook her head. Now wasn’t the time to think about Sebastian. As she pushed the large wooden doors to the pub open, MC found herself being greeted by the familiar faces of the dear owner, Sirona, and her two friends.

“If it isn’t the Hero of Hogwarts,” came Sirona’s happy voice as she made her way around the bar counter. “It’s been too long since I’ve last seen you.”

“Oh, Sirona!” Exclaimed MC as she happily embraced the pub owner. Upon hearing the commotion, Poppy and Natsai made their way over from the seats they had taken at the bar. After many embraces, MC stood back as she as she observed her friends. Both adorned in gorgeous gowns, MC couldn’t help but swell with happiness as all the doubts she once had about attending faded away.

“I suppose you are also here for the wedding,” said Sirona. “The number of you that have come through today! Oh how much all of you have grown, I still remember the first time I met you, MC… I was surprised to see that you hadn’t arrived with Sebastian.”

“Sebastian?” Said MC before she could stop herself.

“Of course, he was just here earlier, making sure that the butter beer would be delivered to the castle,” replied Sirona with a wistful look in her eyes as she reminisced on the past. ���Oh the mischief you too used to make, don’t think I haven’t forgotten about all the little schemes the two of you used to plot. I’d just have to look at the corner booth, and there the two of you would be laughing away. Why, I was surprised you two weren’t the first to be married.”

At that Sirona’s response was met with silence. The topic of Sebastian had always been a sensitive one amongst MC and her friends. They had known about how she pined for him during their school days, and how devastated she was when he hadn’t courted her after graduation. Whether it was the way MC’s mouth parted in surprise or the way that her eyes seemed to take a sorrowful expression, Sirona realized that she had crossed a line.

“Oh, MC. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to impose—” started Sirona.

“No, no, there’s nothing to be sorry about,” replied MC as she grasped Sirona’s hand. Was it that obvious that she had cared for Sebastian?

“I believe that it is time for us to make our way to the castle,” interjected Natsai, hoping to steer the conversation in another direction. “I believe that we will see you there Sirona?”

“Of course,” said Sirona as she gave MC an apologetic look and released her hand. “It was lovely seeing the three of you, perhaps we will have more time to chat after the ceremony.”

With that Natty and Poppy linked arms with MC, and slowly made the journey up to the Hogwarts. The cool air outside helped calm MC. She knew that Sebastian would come up at one point, but she had never expected to be confronted about him so directly.

“Are you alright, MC?” Inquired Poppy, “You seem a bit pale.”

With a feeble nod of her head, MC gave them a reassuring smile. “Yes, don’t worry. I’m just excited to watch the ceremony.”

“Indeed, my friend.” Replied Natty, “From my understanding, many of the people from our year will be attending, it will be nice to see them all.”

Their conversation resumed happily as the three discussed what their former school mates might have been up to after all these years. Without realizing it, they had arrived at the gates to the place that MC had considered her home all those years ago.

———

The ceremony was beautiful, with Anne blushing like a rose as Sebastian walked her down the makeshift aisle in the courtyard. She was adorned in a lovely white gown that only elevated her beauty. Gone was the Anne who was too sick to even stand on her own, now she was filled with health and happiness. Meanwhile, Omanis stood at the front of the courtyard. While he had always been fairly reserved about showing his emotions amongst others, onlookers watches as his eyes filled with happy tears while he used his wand to watch Anne slowly, yet surely make her way towards him.

Then there was Sebastian. Gone was the school boy that MC had dreamt about, and in his place was a handsome, young man. His shoulders had broadened, and it was quite obvious that he had grown taller from the way that he towered over Anne as he walked her down the aisle. He wore handsome dress robes, with a green vest that suited him so well. Even then, there were some things that never seemed to change about him. From the way that his soft, brown hair seemed like he had just drawn his hand through it to the familiar freckles that MC had sworn she had memorized. When she saw him, MC felt her heart leap. As much as she tried to deny it, Sebastian still captivated her heart and had a hold over her that MC swore no one ever had before.

As the festivities went on, everyone was ushered into the Great Hall where a table was placed at the front for the wedding party. Seated with her school mates, MC happily listened to the toasts and her friends chatter as they all exchanged stories of what they had been up to. It was lovely seeing them all in one place again, and from the sounds of it, she wasn’t the only one who had been busy with their career as she listened to Garreth and Leander compete to share exciting stories. Most of all, MC was happy to greet the newly wed couple as they slowly made their way around the hall to greet all the guests and receive further congratulations.

With the sun setting over the beautiful scene, the Great Hall was then romantically lit with floating candles. As the evening progressed, the jovial conversations were interrupted as the guests were invited to join the married couple on the ball room floor. Declining to participate in dancing, MC sat at the softly lit table and watched as her friends paired up to dance. While watching the lovely scene, MC couldn’t help but catch bits of the conversation from her former class mates who stood far away enough that they couldn’t see MC in the dim lighting

“Have you seen Sebastian?” Came the voice of Violet McDowell, as she gossiped away with others from MC’s year. “Just when I thought he couldn’t get any handsomer.”

“And the way that he wears his dress robes,” responded Priscilla Wakefield with a sigh. “If I wasn’t already engaged, I’d be all over him. I’m surprised he hasn’t been snatched up already.”

“I always thought he would end up with MC, I wonder what ever happened to that,” said Nerida Roberts thoughtfully. Since MC had helped her with her mermaid liaison, the two had always been on good terms. “I thought they looked quite lovely together.”

With a derisive laugh, Violet continued, “I’m not surprised. It’s obvious that Sebastian didn’t want to be with her. It was almost pathetic the way that she followed him around. I could never understand why he would spend so much time with her.”

MC furrowed her eyebrows, it felt so silly to be worked up by petty gossip. She had never cared much for it in school. She was too content with her own life to worry about the minor drama that spread throughout the hallways. Which lead to her to wonder why was she so concerned with what they were saying about her and Sebastian. Because it’s true, he didn’t like her. Once more, MC felt all the doubts that she had carefully tucked away making their way into her mind to consume her thoughts. She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she failed to notice the very man they had been talking about approach her.

“Penny for your thoughts,” came a deep voice that was once so familiar to MC. With a soft smile, Sebastian continued “You have that look on your face that you always had when you were deep in thought.”

“Sebastian!” Exclaimed MC, and without thinking, she quickly stood and embraced him. Underneath his dress robes, MC could feel the strong muscle he had developed from his days hunting dark wizards. “I didn’t even see you approach, how are you doing?”

“I’m doing well,” responded Sebastian, laughing as he regained his balance from the sudden hug. Pulling away slightly, but still holding onto MC, he looked at her and asked “How are you doing? I feel as though I haven’t seen you in ages.”

Up so close, MC had a better view of Sebastian, and she felt her smile broaden even more. All thoughts of what she had just heard evaporated as she looked into Sebastian’s beautiful brown eyes. Too shocked and elated at his appearance to respond, Sebastian took it upon himself to continue, “Perhaps, you’d like to step outside with me for a breath of fresh air?”

With a soft smile, MC nodded; with one hand on the small of her back and the other in hand, Sebastian guided MC out of the Great Hall out onto one of the balconies. In the privacy of the balcony, he continued talking as he looked her up and down, “I was hoping you would come, MC. You look even more beautiful than I remember.”

“I see you are still as charming as ever” quipped MC as she finally regained her senses. For a moment, neither of them said anything, as they studied each other’s faces, looking for the ways in which each other changed. Remembering the conversation she had overheard the Slytherin girls saying, MC felt her cheeks redden with embarrassment as she realized she was still clasping onto Sebastian’s forearms. She tried to pull away, but Sebastian held firmly onto her.

“You’re not thinking about running away already are you?” Sebastian said with a coy smile, but MC saw the way his eyes flickered slightly, revealing a slightly sad expression. Realizing that something seemed off, Sebastian cleared his throat. “I was pleasantly surprised to see you came, where have you been?”

MC averted her eyes, too shy to look at him as she blatantly lied. Hadn’t it been that she’d been avoiding him all this time, too ashamed of her feelings. Looking down she breathed out with what she hoped sounded like a casual tone, “Oh… I’ve just been busy with research, you know how it is at the Ministry. The work never ends”

He nodded his head solemnly, but MC could tell he didn’t believe her. Sebastian had never pressed her hard for the truth. He had always respected her space, and that was another aspect of his character that MC admired. He never forced her to do something she wasn’t comfortable with, which is why she was surprised but what he said next. “MC, did I do something? I know you’ve been avoiding me, and I… I’m trying to understand why.”

A little too quickly MC responded, “Of course not!”

She pulled away from his arms, and this time he let her. For the first time since arriving she felt the chill of the evening. Wrapping her arms around herself, MC moved closer to the edge of the balcony, but she couldn’t stop how heavy her heart felt.

From the corner of her eye she watched as Sebastian ran a hand through his soft hair, his face contorted with pain as he approached her once more, “You known, you don’t have to lie to me. You never did before, but now it feels like I’m being held at arms length. What happened? I use to feel like we could do anything, but now…”

Merlin’s beard, what was she doing.

“Sebastian… I,” she felt her voice choke as she became painfully aware of what she’d done. All this time MC had wanted to protect her feelings, and in the same process she was breaking the heart of the man she had loved for longer than she’d known. As much as she tried to move on over the years, everything seemed to turn back to him. And then she felt the tears pour down her face as she gripped the balcony’s railing. “I can’t do this anymore.”

Shocked at MC’s outburst, Sebastian moved closer. “I’m sorry, MC. I didn’t mean to press you like that.”

As he approached he slowly wrapped his arms around her from behind, embracing her shaking figure, he continued. “Please, I never meant to hurt, I’ve only ever wanted the best for you.”

But MC shook her head, didn’t he understand? All she wanted was him, but she’d lost him, and there was no one to blame but herself. She’d been so afraid of ruining their friendship that in her attempts to protect both of them she’d destroyed everything they had spent building up. But MC had nothing to lose now, what would it hurt to tell him? She paused to try and catch her breath. MC could hear the happy music coming from the hall, but all she could feel with the searing embarrassment of her feelings.

As she turned her head to face him, she was startled by how close he was, their foreheads practically touching. With eyes wide open, she spoke so softly that had he not been so close Sebastian might have missed what she said.

“Sebastian… I love you. I’ve loved you since we’ve met, and I’ve been so scared that if I ever told you you’d leave…” MC rambled on, saying all the things that she wished she had said all those years ago. Then without warning he pressed his lips against hers.

Turning her to hold her closer, Sebastian pulled MC to his chest as he softly kissed her. Without a second thought MC wrapped her arms around his neck, as he tugged her that much closer.

Sebastian pulled away slightly, to look MC in the eyes, to see her reaction. Slightly dazed, MC smiled up at him. How many nights had she dreamt about what that would feel like, and now it was happening. Seeing the soft smile on her lips, Sebastian lifted his head slightly as he listened to the song now playing from the hall. He’d recognize it anywhere. It was the very song that played when they danced around the streets after graduation. The very song that played when he lost his nerve and decided not to confess his love to MC, too consumed with the thought that she would not reciprocate his feelings. He still remembered the sad look on her face as the song ended and they entered the pub, but here it was playing again.

“Do you recognize this song?” Said Sebastian softly. With a small nod, MC looked up at him with shining eyes. Of course she remembered the song, it continually played in her head over the years, tormenting her with thoughts of what could have been. But it was different now, rather than leaving her feeling heartbroken and hollow, her heart felt full. With his hands resting on her waist he looked down at her, “I love you, too.”

And with a soft smile on her face, MC clung onto Sebastian as they slowly rocked along to the music.

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x f!reader #sebastian sallow fluff #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fluff #hogwarts legacy fanfic #sebastian sallow angst

[sugarbubbleslove]

Poll ideas (for upcoming fics).

So bunnies are being rampant in my mind. I think up one idea, 3 more follows 😮‍💨 so I decided to put up a poll for a little help.

(They will all be released, this is so I can force myself to focus)

I'm focusing on one shots during 5th year as a build up for a slightly longer fic (each) featuring their 6th year.

(Of course, now I've said it, more bunnies will probably come out of the wood work)

#sebastian sallow x f!reader #sebastian sallow x mc #garreth weasley x f!reader #garreth weasley x mc #one shots #poll #sebastian sallow #garreth weasley

[slytherizz]

Bludgered - Sebastian Sallow x Female!MC/Reader

Summary: Sebastian never really knew what his friend saw in Isaac Cooper but he never questioned it - he made his friend happy. That is until a Quidditch match goes quickly awry and he realises his feelings for her may go far deeper than simple friendship.

Prompt from @monismateos Quidditch Seb x Slytherin Seeker F!MC. Thank you for your patience with this one lovely!

Word Count: 8.3k

Warnings: 18+, aged-up characters, 7th Year, explicit sexual content, smut, mild violence, love confessions, semi-public sex, first time

You can find all the tags on Ao3

Condensation fogging the inside of Sebastian’s goggles made it almost impossible to see his frozen fingers clasped around the handle of his broom; let alone the Quidditch match itself. His hair was slicked down his forehead and he could already feel a splinter working its way under the skin of his palm.

He’d have to ask her to help him squeeze that out later.

Rain lashed in oppressive sheets as Sebastian circled the pitch diligently. He rolled his shoulder as much to keep the blood circling as it was to keep pace with the veering gusts that would knock a smaller man from his broom.

Sebastian hadn’t even wanted to try out for the blasted Quidditch team he grumbled inwardly as he swerved out of the line of the chasers keeping an eye on the skies to ensure their path was free of a hurtling bludger.

He’d only intended to watch and support his friend try out for the Slytherin Seeker position. Reyes had taken one look at him stuffing himself into the narrow stalls beside Ominis and declared he had a ‘beaters build’. Before he could protest she’d manhandled him onto a broom, forced a bat in his hand and next thing he knew he was being dragged out at the crack of dawn every morning in the baltic Scottish winter.

Anne had always been the Quidditch player not him – slight and nimble she’d taken great pleasure in outpacing her brother in front of Madam Kagawa. 

Merlin, he missed the library.

He could be warm and dry watching the game from a respectable distance inside, book in hand. The cold stiffness in his bones seemed to creak in mourning because at that moment they felt like he’d never be dry again.

But he hadn’t wanted to disappoint her.

She’d looked so pleased when Reyes had offered them both a spot on the team. She’d flung her arms around his neck crowing with delight while Sebastian’s stomach had dropped like a stone. But with how her wide eyes had shone at him, small hands squeezing into his biceps, smile so wide and crooked like a crack of lightning; excitedly waiting for him to return her jubilation he hadn’t the heart to tell her that the absolute last thing he wanted was to be on the Quidditch team.

He'd never been particularly good at saying no to her.

So with a coil of despair tightening in Sebastian’s stomach, he muttered a silent goodbye to his books and his bed and returned her smile praying he didn’t look like a man walking to the gallows.

With how often Anne had badgered him to help her practice during the holidays when she was a Chaser; Sebastian consoled himself with the knowledge that he was a fair flyer. Better than a lot of the Gryffindor team evidently with how their Keeper practically wept every time he saw Rayes’ raven hair streaking towards his goalposts and as a Beater he could at least help keep an eye on their troublesome Seeker.

She was scouting high above him, robes burdened and sopping with water – it was a marvel the weight of them hadn’t made her sluggish. In fact, she barely seemed to notice the cold or the rain at all. Just as alert as she was at the beginning of the match. Floating ominously overhead she kept her silent vigil; like a hawk waiting for a rustle of prey in a dense forest. As impressive as it may be, Sebastian’s constitution was not as robust, and he just hoped she would catch the bloody snitch soon so he could pack it in.

“That’s Reyes with another 10 Points to Slytherin – Puddlemere United will have their hands full with that one next year!” Lucan’s crackly amplified voice shouted over the howling wind.

The thumping of feet heavy enough to break the rickety rafters and a roar of approval from the emerald-cloaked stands answered the chorus of groans from the scarlet that surrounded the pitch.

Tapping his bat against his boot in an inaudible clap Sebastian looked smugly up towards the Gryffindor stands as they jeered at Imelda who seemed as unbothered by them as a speck of soot on her cauldron.

“Eyes on the game, hound!” Imelda barked as she streaked past. Sebastian rolled his eyes at the nickname his captain had bestowed upon him which to his dismay had caught on with the rest of their team. 

As he began to turn his attention from the crowd a flash of black stood out against one of the scarlet banners. Obsidian and vibrating with its internal rage Sebastian caught sight of the bludger rocketing through the fog towards their Seekers. All other thoughts evaporated, and he pulled up the handle of his broom jolting up into its path.

He searched wildly through the dark skies for anything to redirect the screeching little devil away from her. His eyes landed on a scarlet figure with a bat in hand - Sebastian found his target. With all the strength his frozen joints would allow, Sebastian raised his arm and smacked the bludger with a resounding crack from his bat, sending it hurtling towards Isaac Cooper.

He’d apologise to his friend later if he put her boyfriend in the hospital wing.

A lopsided smile tugged at his lips. Sebastian leaned back slightly on his broom. Feeling rather pleased with himself he turned to grin at her hoping his quick reactions would break her concentration momentarily and earn him a flash of a smile no matter how fleeting; it was one of his few moments of pleasure in this infernal game – but she was gone.

“The Seekers have spotted the snitch!” Lucan shouted, “It’s Slytherin in the lead – come on Ogspire, knock her off her broom if you have to!”

“Lucan!”

“Sorry, Professor.”

Sure, enough like an arrow released from its quiver she was streaking towards the ground. Cutting through the rain, neck and neck with the bludger hand outstretched as she hurtled towards a flash of gold behind Cooper's left ear.

Nelly, the Gryffindor seeker had also spotted it from below. If she didn’t have such a sizable lead, Sebastian was sure there would be a head-on collision, a mess of broken bones and blood splattered across emerald and scarlet. 

Sebastian’s head whipped around to the only other person not intently watching the seekers – Cooper. He’d seen or heard the bludger Sebastian had sent his way a split second before it was too late…for him.

Sebastian felt like he was watching in slow motion. Raindrops hovered in midair like glittering jewels, her emerald robes flapping in the wind like wings, bludger far too close to her head and Cooper poised to strike. A hunter with his gun ready to shoot her from the sky.

Cooper swivelled quickly on his Nimbus, strong arm reaching up above his head as he swung. Wood connected with iron as he followed through redirecting the angry bludger hurtling towards her.

Sebastian screamed her name.

So loud it clawed at his throat. A desperate plea for her to get out of the way, forget the bloody game - but his voice was silenced, stolen by the storm.

If it wasn’t for the clap of thunder and the hammering of rain, Sebastian knew he would have heard the sickening crunch as the bludger connected with bone.

Even if her hands had been tightly clutching her broom, she wouldn’t have been able to grip it after her head was bludgeoned to the side. Every muscle and tendon which had been coiled tight as she surged for victory slackened.

She wobbled and slid silently sideways off her broom.

***

Somewhere overhead even over the deep rumble of thunder, Sebastian could hear Imelda screeching out commands to their team, signalling desperately to Kogawa on the ground below. But Sebastian could barely register the words over the blood roaring in his ears.

Pressing hard on the handle of his broom Sebastian tore towards the ground, rain buffeting his face a harsh sting on freckled cheeks. His vision had tunnelled as he narrowed in on the spot she was falling. He could catch her. Stop her from hitting the ground, if only he could push himself faster. Harder.

She was falling like a star crashing to earth that never should have been stolen from the sky.

Bile was in Sebastian’s throat, harsh and sour. Twenty feet from the sodden earth. Faster. His stomach lurched. Ten feet. Just a little further. A futile hand outstretched.

Just as he was certain she was going to hit the ground limp limbs sprawled and broken in the grass like a rag doll she was suddenly buoyant – airborne once more.

Professor Ronan had his wand outstretched from the stands slowing her descent to Professor Weasley who had already been waiting on the ground. Her mouth pinched in a thin line as she surveyed the sickly parlour of the witch's face and the blood now matting her hair.

Sebastian was the first player to touchdown. Throwing his broom away, abandoning it like he would anything else as long as he could get to her. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he could hear the other players circling down to earth but he was consumed. Soley with thoughts of her.

Professor Weasley flicked her wand, muttering a barrier charm shielding her from the unforgiving elements. Sebastian was hot on her heels to follow when Kagawa stepped in front of him putting a firm hand on his shoulder in warning to not interfere.

“She will be fine, Sallow!” said Kagawa sternly. 

“You must be joking. She’s clearly not fine! I can help. Just let me go with her and-”

“Professor Weasley and I will accompany her to the hospital wing immediately. You will only get in the way. You can see her for yourself. Later. Be sure to relay that to the rest of the team,” she said with conviction but it did not ease the twisting in Sebastian’s stomach. Kagawa nodded tersely and strode briskly towards the castle. 

Sebastian balled up his fists, jutting out his jaw as he took in a heavy breath through his nose. 

He wasn’t cold any longer. Sebastian was burning. Burning from the inside out; with a white-hot rage…and fear. Letting it scorch at the shame he felt that he had let this happen, it had been his fault, he had not been enough to take care of her as he’d promised himself. 

Mud splattered as he turned on his heels stomping towards Cooper. Channelling the last of his fraying self-control into not reaching for his wand and hexing him on the spot into his feet. Cooper’s face was pale, eyebrow knitted and mouth curling down with worry but it did little to quell Sebastian’s fury. 

What right did Cooper have to be worried? 

Cooper’s eyes found Sebastian, his grimace contorted into a glare. Narrowing his eyes, a sneer wrinkling his nose and the twitch in his jaw that seemed to be reserved especially for Sebastian. A face so unpleasant, that he had never been able to put his finger on why everyone in this school regarded him as so handsome. Being half-decent on a broom was hardly a reason to fawn after anyone. 

Why someone as brilliant as her, with everything she had achieved, would fawn after him too had remained a mystery.

Sebastian never really knew what she saw in him, but he never questioned it - Cooper made his friend happy. Thought he’d made her happy. So the two young men largely ignored each other despite their significance to her unless an interaction was absolutely necessary. 

But this betrayal was not something Sebastian could ignore. 

“You could have killed her,” Sebastian shouted with such venom that not even a howl of wind could soften his tone. Sebastian shoved an accusatory finger into the other man's chest. Which was promptly smacked away in disgust.

“You heard Kogawa. She’ll be fine!” 

Cooper pushed back his ash blonde hair sodden and hanging over his eyes. Averting his gaze to the direction Professor Weasley had whisked her out of the stands and towards the hospital wing. Sebastian clenched his teeth, his jaw twitching at his blatant disregard.

“What the hell were you playing at? Was killing your girlfriend really less important than losing a bloody game or has too many bludgers to the head rendered you a feckless moron?”

“Don’t think I didn’t see you hit a bludger at me. It’s part of the game, Sallow. She knew what she signed up for.”

“That’s bollocks and you know it.”

“Bludgers are an occupational hazard.”

“Couldn’t stand the fact she’s a better player than you - Is that it? Gryffindor chivalry my arse!”

“Unlike you, I'm not that insecure," Cooper blustered "I would have done the same to anyone else.”

“But she’s not just anyone else,” Sebastian shouted incredulously. Anger was pooling in his gut, ripping through him at the thought of Cooper or anyone daring to think so little of her. “She’s your girlfriend!”

Cooper scoffed and his eyes raked down Sebastian. Sizing him up for all he was worth. The two men stepped towards each other. 

Never one to back down, Sebastian squared his shoulders to the challenge. Cooper wasn’t much taller than Sebastian and certainly not as broad but he used every last inch to stare down his nose at him with a mocking sneer.

“Exactly. She’s my girlfriend. Not yours.” 

“I know that-”

“Do you?” he chortled. “Some of us were starting to think you were as thick as you are pathetic.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Sebastian spoke through gritted teeth, acutely aware of the heat rising in his face staining his ears pink. 

“It’s fucking embarrassing,” Cooper continued. “The way you carry on after her. Dragging her to the library every night, sending her owls - You don’t even like Quidditch! But you’re at her beck and call like a love-sick cruppy-”

“I’m her friend.”

“Her friend,” Cooper scoffed. “Give it a rest, Sallow. You think you have some sort of claim over her just because you’ve been following her around since fifth-year but never had the nerve to do anything about it.”

“I don’t have a claim on her-” he spluttered. His cheeks redden further and not just from the biting chill. 

“No you don’t, because she’s mine-”

Crack.

Sebastian’s fist connected with Cooper’s jaw before he’d even realised he’d swung for the arsehole. Perhaps not as hard as a bludger but the cut it wrought would sting with far more malice than enchanted iron. Taken off guard expecting a wand drawn between his eyes long before a brawl, Cooper was sprawled out at Sebastian’s feet in the steeped grass. 

Cooper stared up at him dumbfounded from the floor clutching his cheek. Sebastian’s breath came out angry and ragged, fogging the air in uneven pants. Cooper did not move to get up or reach for his wand. Despite his love for books and clever spell work, Sebastian in that moment was glad of the years of working the fields outside of Feldcroft that made him more physically intimidating than someone so scholarly rarely was. Because if Cooper had moved one inch, he wouldn’t have hesitated to hit him again. He wanted to hit him again. Partially for her, but mostly for himself because Cooper had made him feel small. Powerless. And he’d sworn to himself years ago that he'd never be powerless again.

Powerless as Cooper clearly felt. Crimson cheeked glaring up at him like the intensity of his gaze could set Sebastian on ablaze even in the torrential gail. The prickle of eyes gawping at them, making the heat rise in their cheeks and the hairs on the back of their necks stand to attention. 

“Stay away from her. She’s not yours anymore. Not anyone’s. And if I catch you in a broomstick’s length of her again after what you did today - I swear on Salazar’s grave, you will be the one sleeping in the hospital wing next time.”

Cooper’s only acknowledgement of his threat was a glob of scarlet blood spat onto the grass. But he didn’t try to rise to his feet and continued to glare at Sebastian. The tips of his ears were as scarlet as his cloak in rage or embarrassment to be laid out in front of Merlin knows how many students that were still packed into the stands. Circling vultures who would undoubtedly, pick apart his humiliation and spread it through the castle letting it grow more outlandish with each retelling. 

Let them say what they want, about Cooper or himself, let them pick them apart - they could make themselves sick on it for all he cared. He only cared about one thing at that moment.

He turned to head for the castle, ignoring the route for the changing rooms where his dry robes waited intent on striding straight for the hospital wing. 

“Sallow! What the fuck do you think you're doing?” Imelda shouted barging past the group of quidditch players standing well back from the scuffle. Her black hair was sodden and her ponytail limp, her signature scowl she wore when addressing just about anyone looked forced with the corners of her eyes creased with concern.

“Finish the match without me Imelda-” he grumbled. She stepped into his path blocking him as he attempted to push past her. 

“It’s already over. Ogspire caught the snitch and had the good sense to look sheepish about it when she realised what happened. Or the crowd would have seen two seekers knocked off their broom when I was through with her – but that doesn’t matter.”

“No, it doesn’t matter! Now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to see to the only thing that does.”

Reyes placed her hands on her hips and looked him up and down, assessing him with an amused quirk on her brow - Sebastian wondered how such a tiny thing as Reyes could be as terrifying as a Hungarian Horntail like she could strip the flesh of your bones with a look. 

"Do you know why the rest of the team calls you ‘the hound’?"

"I assume it's because you told them to treat me like some sort of dog. Now if you’ll excuse-"

"You're not a good quidditch player, Seb."

"Cheers Reyes."

"Luckily Carrow is a decent enough beater to look after the rest of the team. But we keep you for one thing. You're the hound. Her guard dog. On and off the pitch. That's why she went down like a sack of shit,” she grimaced. Reyes despite her callousness, Sebastian could see how her shoulder stiffened with suppressed anxiety for one of her few close friends and it settled the anger that was still threatening to spill over. “She's potentially the only seeker in history to never be hit by a bludger. She doesn't even look for them anymore. As I said - you’re not a good quidditch player, Sebastian. But while she’s my Seeker and Carrow doing the heavy lifting…I’ll happily take a bloody guard dog over a half-decent beater. Just don't beat yourself or Cooper up about it."

“No promises about the last bit,” he griped. Averting his eyes, hoping Imelda thought the flush creeping over his cheeks was from the chill and not from the knowledge that even his own teammates shared the opinions of Cooper and his friends when it came to Sebastian’s feelings for her - which felt jumbled with both worry and speculation. 

“Go check on her. Blainey will have a fit if the whole team shows up,” Imelda said softly. She negated her uncharacteristic kindness with a firm punch to Sebastian’s arm. Her eyes glinted viciously as she looked past him to Cooper who had pushed himself off the ground dusting off his robes. “Besides…I want to have a little word with Cooper myself.”

***

A puddle had formed under Sebastian’s chair as it had dripped from his sodden robes until Madam Blainey had ushered him into the lavatory. Sebastian hurriedly stripped, cast a drying charm on his clothes and pulled them back on. Forgoing his shoes as he hopped lopsidedly out the door. Hastily pulling up the breeches which stuck against the wet hairs on his legs. Blainey wrinkled her nose at his display but left him to his vigil, being far too familiar with the pair and how persistent they could be when it came to remaining by the other's hospital bed. 

On more than one occasion she’d sent the other packing only to be greeted cheerily the next morning by a smug-faced teenager who’d tampered with her locks and wards to sneak back inside to keep the other company. After almost three years of this, she left them, albeit reluctantly, to it.  

She was curled up under white starchy sheets; a draped knit blanket barely covering her knees was sliding to the floor where she’d squirmed. No longer chilled to her bones, the colour had returned to her cheeks. Sebastian rested his head on his palm, elbow braced against his knee. He’d been in this position far too many times than was preferable but it had become familiar to him; the twinge in his neck, the ache in his arms as the hours of the vigil dragged on. Not that he minded, being beside each other was second nature. 

She shifted; eyes blinking sleepily back into focus as she rolled onto her side. Sebastian stretched rubbing the back of his neck smiling at the softness of her sleepy gaze. 

“Seb?” she sighed dreamily, her voice thick and curdled with potions Blainey had more than likely forced down her neck. 

“Who else,” he grinned. Blainey had long since satisfied her need to poke and prod at her ward and headed up to bed. And he doubted anyone had the bollocks to go against Imelda if they’d forbidden them from seeing her tonight. “You gave me a bit of a fright there, pet.”

“It’ll take more than that for you to get rid of me…” she said sitting up more jovial than he expected. “But…whoever came up with the idea of bludgers is a sadist.”

“Or a masochist. Some of us are gluttons for punishment,” Sebastian argued, pulling at the collar of his Quidditch jersey exposing the jagged scar on his shoulder. 

Faded white, the remnants of one of their summer duels. With no Blainey to patch him up in seconds, the skin had puckered and scared but he was rather fond of how it cut through the freckles. 

“If you recall, you were the one who insisted we practice severing charms after five pints in the Broomsticks.”  

“In my defence, with the amount of practice you get, I thought you had better aim when you were drunk,” he chuckled. “How are you feeling? You seem to be fairing better than I was that morning.”

“I’m made of sterner stuff. No hungover wailing over a little scratch for me,” she jabbed before grimacing rubbing the side of her head where it had struck. “Not going to say it was pleasant - nasty little buggers aren’t they. But Blainey patched me up. Made me drink that foul grey sludge for the concussion but a couple of spells for the wound and I was good as new. Honestly, the sleeping draught seemed like overkill but I think she’s just sick of catching me roaming the halls at night.”

“If she thinks that’d stop you! Don’t think I’ve ever seen you sit still for this long, you menace.”

“Or you for that matter,” she grinned, patting his hand affectionately. Moonlight spilled in from the ornate windows over the vacant hospital wing, she peered past him down the rows of empty beds. “Where’s Isaac? I thought he’d want to see me-”

Sebastian bristled, her disappointed frown souring his cheerful mood. He brushed the bruised swelling on his knuckles from where they’d connected with Cooper’s jaw. 

“What you’d rather see your ‘brave’ Gryffindor boyfriend - than me? Who’s been here.” 

Who’s always been here.

Maybe Cooper was right. Perhaps they all were and Sebastian really was pathetic. Pathetic for assuming she’d still want to wake to Sebastian at her bedside now that she had Cooper in her life. That their friendship could compare to what he could offer her. 

“No, I’m glad you’re here,” she said crossly. “But…I thought he’d want to at least check I was alright.”

“You shouldn’t want to see him after the stunt he pulled today! He’s the reason you’re in the hospital at all, might I add. Decided you were less important than a stupid game. I told him to stay the hell away from you for good.”

She blinked at him incredulously for a moment before the heat began to rise in her cheeks and she clenched her jaw. 

“How dare you! Who do you think you are deciding what I do? You have a lot of nerve, Sebastian.”

“I thought I was saving you the trouble but if you want to scurry back to him, be my guest!” Standing so abruptly his chair screeched across the floor. “Keep doing everything for everyone else when they wouldn’t give a fraction back. No matter the cost to yourself, like you always do. You can be so bloody naive!”

“I know you don’t like Isaac - you don’t even try to hide it. But you can’t dictate who I see. And I hoped you thought more highly of me to think I’d stay with him after the shit he pulled today. But, if that’s what you really think of me, you can bloody join him” she snarled.“I tell everyone they don’t know you like I do, but maybe I am naive. Seems I’m surrounded by tossers trying to knock me down. Why do you even care, as clearly you think so little of me?”

“Of course, I care! Even though you’re seemingly incapable of caring about yourself. You barely even let me. You’re infuriating! What’s more ridiculous is what someone like you would see in him. He’s not good enough for you, he never has been! You give yourself over to people who couldn’t give too shits about you and now look at you-”

“Oh, so what? My boyfriend turning out to be a complete and utter prat is somehow my fault?”

“No! Of course not,” he flustered, carding his fingers through his hair. All the words in his head felt jumbled and he could tell by the dangerous look in her eyes he’d let his temper dig himself into a hole once again. 

“Don’t hold back, Sebastian,” she spat through gritted teeth. “Did you just come here to insult me or is there something you’re trying to say?”

“What I’m trying to say is you should you should be with someone who fucking cares. If it was me, I wouldn’t be risking your safety to win a stupid game! Merlin, if I was your boyfriend I wouldn’t risk you for anything. I thought I lost you once and it was one of the worst days of my life. If someone had tried to take you away from me I would have fought back. Fought for you. If we were together-”  

His voice died abruptly in his throat when she was no longer fixing him with a deadly eye but staring at him. Wide-eyed her mouth hung slightly a jar. He'd built up a barrier around himself and as close as he was to her, probably closer than anyone he’d still kept her at arm's length. Once again he let his temper get the better of him but instead of solidifying those walls, he’d exposed a little too much. Exposed something he’d vehemently denied to even himself.

Shone a light on a corridor in the labyrinth of their friendship and feelings he had for her he’d never explored. One he perhaps always knew was there but until now had dutifully tried to ignore lest he lose his way and not be able to make it back to the well-travelled paths of simple friendship.

“But we’re not together…” she said cautiously. As if she could tell Sebastian was a startled animal, and once the shock of his confession wore off he’d bolt. Which quite frankly he was considering. 

“No. We’re not," he responded voice clipped. Sebastian was more surprised it even worked at all with how tight his chest felt. 

“But if we were…” she said it like she was stepping out onto thin ice wondering if it would hold or she’d plunge into the unforgiving water below. “What would you do for me?”

There was no use hiding it any longer. He sighed, looking into her eyes resigning himself to that first step into the unknown.

“Anything.”

Her breath caught and Sebastian knew she could see the truth they’d danced around painted across his face and laid bare between them. Feel the finality of his words like Pandora opening the box and swarming the carefully curated distance between them with truth never to be recaptured.

Sebastian reached for her, fingers entwining in her hair tilting her chin up so she could see him. Perhaps truly for the first time, exposed and raw. Her soft lips parted as if to protest his confession but as she searched his face for the lie she found none. Sebastian was done with hiding, with pretending. The realisation that his feelings went beyond that of a companion and he didn’t care if anyone thought it pathetic. In truth, it was liberating to drop the charade he played with his own heart. 

He kissed her. 

Claiming her lips firm, not holding back the wave of desire that ignited any semblance of decorum and dignity he had left. Any whisper of a reason he’d concocted in his mind for why they couldn’t - shouldn’t be together going up in smoke. Pulling her towards by the nape of her neck, like he hadn’t realised he’d been starving until he tasted her. 

There was a desperation in the way he cupped her chin, tangled in her hair longing for acceptance. He brushed his tongue lightly against her bottom lip.

Just like that barrier between them crumbled for her too and she was kissing him back. Mouth moving against his with such a fiery intensity he thought he might catch alight. Like she too had stifled any spark she’d felt between them; kept it bottled away for so long with no chance to grow that now it was fed it devoured her.

It was not soft, nor tender – perhaps it was because neither were they.

His tongue delved into her mouth hungrily, exploring brushing against hers. He stifled a wanton moan into her mouth. 

“I think I need to break up with my boyfriend,” she said breathlessly between kisses.

“I already took care of that for you.”

For a moment, Sebastian thought she might break off their kiss and start shouting again. But she nipped at his lip satisfied with his answer. Her hand was in his hair, wrapping around his neck. Pushing up on her knees to press her chest against his. Muffled moans slipped from her lips which made Sebastian’s head spin dizzy with desire. His own strangled, desperate groan when she slid her tongue past his lips to brush tentatively against his own. Every flick of her tongue drove him further into the heady fog of desire. 

The overwhelming need to be closer. To drown in her embrace. Sebastian's knee found purchase on the bed between her parted legs. His hand ghosted down her back settling on the small of her back. She groaned as her spine curved towards him as he impressed down upon her. Still clinging to him as she fell backwards. Sebastian tumbled after her. Not caring about how his weight rested heavily upon her. She seemed to revel in the closeness, in the way Sebastian bore down on her. Desperate to be closer to her. Cocoon himself around her. Be the barrier to shield her from harm. 

But she wanted no barriers. At least not between her and the sanctuary that was Sebastian. She tugged up the hem of his jersey, eager fingers stumbling. He let his lips briefly leave hers, sitting back to pull it roughly over his head discarding it carelessly to the side. 

It wasn't as if she hadn't seen him shirtless before when they'd spent sun-drenched summer afternoons swimming in the river by Feldcroft or when errant spells had ripped or burnt the clothes from his back. But never had she looked at him like she was now - or if she had he hadn't noticed. Eyes darkened with desire raked over him hungrily as if she wanted to tear into his flesh.

She explored the breadth of him that was now exposed to her. The sparse hair on his chest, the marred skin on his shoulder the scar she’d left; a claim she’d staked on his skin long before he knew every inch of it was hers. 

His hands explored her in turn. Running along her ribs, the curve of her hips, and the dip of her waist. Committing this side of her to memory. Unbound, lustful. Still every bit the wild thing he knew her to be but with an endearing nervousness to her inquisitive touch. 

A side of her that until now had remained a mystery to him. A restricted section of a library he’d been too afraid to read from lest he be thrown from its doors entirely; on he intended to consume entirely.

“I didn't know you wanted this - Merlin, I didn't know I wanted this," he murmured between kisses.

"A life-threatening blow to the head can really knock things into perspective." 

He tilted her chin to access her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin below her jaw. She let out a startled little yelp as her body jolted in surprise. Sebastian chuckled and pressed his lips more softly against her quivering pulse, letting the tension ebb from her tightly coiled muscles before sucking a brand into the delicate skin. She groaned as her back arched towards him, breast brushing against his chest through her thin nightdress. The sweet trembling whimpers as he soothed the ache so intoxicating he felt drunk on her cries. Kneading the flesh of her breast in his palm, coaxing more delightful sounds from her lips as he tweaked the bud between his fingers. 

"I'll have to thank Isaac for-"

"Don't say his name-" Sebastian pleaded. Disliking the way any name sounded in the breathless quiver of her voice besides his own. "From now on - No one else's. Only-"

She cut him off cupping his face, prying him away from his ministrations on her jaw. She touched her lips to his gentler than the last had been, understanding the desire in his incoherent rambling. 

"Sebastian."

And she said it was the only name that mattered. He groaned deeply, burying his face in her hair. Breathing in the faint lingering scent of mallowsweet not even the storm could wash away entirely. Sebastian grasped her hip through her thin nightdress dress so he could roll his own against her core. He knew she would feel the growing need hardening in his between his legs.

Slipping under her skirt he slid a hand purposefully up the inside of her thigh. Her fists balled in the sheets as he brushed against the soaked fabric of her knickers. She shivered and certainly not from the cold, as he tentatively traced her folds. 

“Say my name again.”

She complied and he pressed his thumb against the bundle of nerves. She whined at the contact and it called to something primal within him. That doggedness, that impulsivity a part of him he tried to damper, and contain lest it consume him completely as it had done in the past - perhaps this was why he'd built a wall between her and his heart. Because once he surrendered this part of himself to her, anything he had done in the past would pale in comparison to the everything he would do for her.

Shifting the fabric to the side and dragging a finger through the slick coating her folds to press against her clit. Coaxing out mewls of pleasure with every tantalising circle of the nub. Her breath was hot against his neck and a flush had spread from her cheeks down her chest. She writhed in search of more friction as he teased her open with his fingers. Sebastian emitted a low throaty groan when he felt how silky and keen she was for him. Her breath caught in her throat and his own became more ragged as he pumped and curled his fingers inside of her. Working her open, pliant to his touch. 

His cock was strained against his Quidditch breeches twitching eagerly against her stomach with every muttered curse and keening mewl she released. Her whine into his mouth, a plea for Sebastian to give her more than just a tentative caress. Her hands which until now had been stroking along his spine and tangling in chestnut curls ran along the curve of his ribs and down his stomach. She palmed his hard length and began pulling the laces to free him from his trousers. 

Rumoured dalliances were one thing and those were bountiful. Gossip spread like wildfire whether there was truth to it or not. But if it were to be discovered Sebastian had had her completely - it could damn her. There would be no going back, no changing her mind about their feelings for each other. Not that there would be any going back for him. Not now the floodgates had opened try as he might he would not be able to close them.

He’d submitted to it. To be hers. And he knew his stubborn heart could not be turned. 

A crease formed between his eyebrows and he pulled back from their kiss. Sebastian had burned for her for longer than he knew and now his heart had begun to splutter with nerves. She smoothed the lines etched on his brow, tilting her chin up to kiss him with a soft longing. A silent affirmation that this was not a moment of madness or revenge.

“This really isn't the place, pet," he tried to reason but he made no motion to move away from her embrace. Instead, he peeled the silken nightgown over her head which she wriggled out of gratefully. Bare and laidf out below him his mouth felt dry, as she looked at him through her lashes. Chest heaving, his friend transformed into a goddess under the soft lamp light. 

"You don't think the hospital wing is romantic?"

"We could get caught?"

"We're both rather adept at getting out of trouble."

"You're sure?" 

“About you?” He nodded nervously. Her eyes softened and the words came to her easily as if somehow she'd always known it would be him. "Since the day I met you.”

Sebastian heart rattled as she undid the laces, and helped her shuck the material down his hips. He kissed her and he wondered why he tried to evade the inevitability that was her. She wrapped a hand around his cock and he bucked almost embarassingly into her grip. 

He helped her guided his cock towards her entrance, shivering as he dragged the head against her slick folds. He kissed her deeply. Passionately. In reverence to her and all she meant to him; even when he'd been too blind to see it. 

He sank into her tight heat. The noise rumbling from deep in his chest was more akin to a growl than anything human as his girth stretched her inch by inch. 

Muscles tightly coiled with nerves but a tremor of pleasure electrified her as Sebastian pressed his thumb gently to her clit soothing her delicate whimpering. Fingernails etching grooves into his shoulders he knew should sting but gods - his mind had been completely overcome in the bliss of her warmth.

"Ah- Fuck." 

Sebastian wasn't sure which one of them had uttered it the moment he bottomed out inside her. Dropping to press his forehead against hers. Hot breath disturbed her unruly hair which he had tangled, a blush staining her cheeks and lips swollen, Sebastian didn’t think he’d ever seen anyone more beautiful. 

The last thread of his control was dwindling with how tight her walls fluttered around his cock, how perfectly he fit inside her; like he belonged buried in her. But he stilled himself. Letting her adjust despite how desperately he craved the claim her to make her scream his name until she could speak no other. 

Sebastian wasn't known for his exercises in control, but he tried. For her. 

Moving his hips working himself into her with tentative shallow thrusts. Her appreciating shallow panting like blissful music. He stole a look down to where their bodies were connected. Almost coming undone completely at the sight.

"It's like you were fucking made for me," he rasped. Still circling her swollen nub admiring how each stroke strained her breathing into short needy pants. Coaxing more of her slick to coat his shaft. 

"Funny," she choked a devilish smile spreading over her face. Her eyes flicked up to his from they too had been trained on their union. "I was going to say the same thing about you."

He dared a deeper thrust. Pulling back before pushing back in with a languid roll of his hips that made her groan, wanton and needy. Her back arching skyward he slid his free arm under the space she left. Wrapping around her waist to embrace her tighter.

Her hips bucked towards him, with every deep steady thrust. Cursing a string of profanities and praise the new angle allowed the head of his cock to stroke along her sweet spot. Filthy things that would have made even him blush but if it was possible they only made him rut into her more possessively. Mouthing brainless at the curve of her jaw, as she accepted him deeper.

There was a familiarity in the unfamiliar. The way the scent of mallowsweet wrapped around him had never smelt so intoxicating. The lilt to her voice when she said his name never sounded so reedy and desperate. 

He'd been trapped outside the gates of Elysium and now indulged fully in its pleasures. Sebastian groaned, peppering kissed into the crook of her neck, spreading her knees open to take him deeper. His thumb still teased her clit with every thrust making her legs tremble. The hair on his chest and freckles across his skin did little to hide the flush of colour on his skin. Sebastian clung to her desperately, her skin soft and plush in ways he’d never let himself imagine. 

He felt her climax building around his cock. Clawing at his back as she whined, teetered on the edge of ecstasy. Desperately clinging to him, to prolong the moment neither of them wanted to end. But his own release was impressing on him fast. Coiling tightly in his gut as he began to pound into her harder his pace becoming erratic with every deliberate thrust into her tight heat. 

“Fuck. Fuck- Please, darling. Come for me,” he pleaded. Barely recognising the desperate gravelly rumble of his voice. 

“Seb- Sebastian, I’m so close!”

“I can feel you. Fucking incredible. You’re incredible, taking me so well. I can’t- I can’t hold back anymore.”

Her climax broke, with a shuddering cry of his name. Spasming and contracting as she sucked him in impossibly deeper into her cunt. Sebastian doubted there was any greater pleasure in this world than the feeling of her completely unravelling, pulsing around him. 

She was calling out to him breathless, like his name was the answer to a question her soul had been asking and he was filling in the gaps of what she never knew was missing.

His vision narrowed, until she was all there was. Blushing, dishevelled a fucking exquisite mess writhing against him - because of him. With a final uneven snap of his hips, he buried himself inside of her to the hilt. Groaning her name over and over like a mantra as he came, hard. Harder than he ever had. Hips spluttering as he spilt inside of her grinding out his release deep in her channel. 

He loosened the arm coiled around her waist allowing her to slump boneless onto the mattress. He kissed her, capturing her sweet dulcet whimpers as he coaxed her slowly down from her bliss. Letting her ride out the last of her shaking climax with gentle circles on her clit, still buried inside of her.

They stayed like that for a while, his head pressed into the crook of her neck, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. Humming contentedly as rocked into her. A little gasped when he at last pulled his softening cock from inside of her. Mourning the loss of being intertwined with him completely.

Hardly big enough for two, he pulled her half draping her soft body over him so they both fit. Head resting on his chest she hummed contentedly as he pressed his lips to the crown of her head. They were silent, the only sounds were their laboured breathing and the occasional satiated sigh.

"I love you," Sebastian’s voice broke the silence. 

And it felt too big and too small all at once; like it didn't capture the enormity of what he was feeling but now that he did he could never love anyone else. Never feel the warmth of another and for it to feel like home. “I just- I want you to know in case it wasn’t obvious. You don’t have to say it back-”

“I love you too. In fact, I think I’ve loved you for a long time.”

She tilted her chin up to kiss him and the world seemed to tip on its axis. Sebastian resigned to the knowledge he would fly through a thousand more storms just so he could bask in her warmth.

***

Luxuriating in the afterglow of a perfect evening rarely lasted forever. However, Sebastian didn't anticipate his to end quite so abruptly or by being shoved out of bed by the witch he loved. Landing clumsily on the tiled floor he glared up at her disorientated. If she wasn't roughly pulling her nightdress over her head to cover her bare breasts he may have thought last night was a rather vivid wet dream.

"Blainey's coming. You need to hide," she hissed. “Quickly. Under the bed.” 

"So? She's used to it. We always stay here together-" Sebastian yawned in protest. Reaching up to fix her dishevelled hair brushing his thumb against her cheek. If possible, she blushed even more wildly than she did last night when he’d been buried between her legs. As if the affectionate hand from the man who loved her was somehow more intimate.

"Yes- but usually fully clothed! Oh for Merlin's sake-"

She snatched her wand up off the table, pointing it dead between Sebastian's eyes she muttered a disillusionment charm. Sebastian felt it trickle over him and just as his hands disappeared from view the door to Blainey’s chambers swung open. The matron shuffled into the hospital wing bee-lining for her solitary ward’s bed who was quickly stashing her wand under her pillow. Sebastian despite being little more than a trick of the light, scooted further under her cot to avoid discovery.

"Good morning, dear! How are you feeling?” she greeted her cheerily. Stopping at the foot of her bed her sensible shoes the only thing visible to Sebastian. “...You look a little flushed."

"Much better, Miss. Truly-”

"Look at the state of your sheets. Tossing and turning all night, I’ll bet," Blainey tutted. Sebastian clapped his hand over his mouth to stifle a snort of laughter. "Glad I kept you in. I knew you needed a good night's rest."

“Ah. yes- slept better than I have in years,” her voice wavered unconvincingly. Terrible liar. The bed springs straining as she squirmed uncomfortably.

"You have a visitor,” Blainey said, fussing with her pillow. Sebastian tucked his feet in tighter into the cramped space. “Your boyfriend, Mr Cooper."

Sebastian stilled, his jaw tensing as he resisted the urge to charge out of the hospital wing in all his naked glory and tell the Gryffindor to piss off.

"I think Isaac is mistaken, Miss. He is certainly not my boyfriend any longer.”

Sebastian may be naked, tailbone throbbing and hunched under a hospital bed in the most undignified position anyone could possibly be discovered in - but Sebastian felt far from pathetic. Smug was probably a better word with the grin that had stretched over his face. 

The blow to the face may have hurt Cooper’s pride but it would be nothing compared to the gut punch awaiting him when he discovered how their roles had reversed. When he saw what he squandered had been entirely to Sebastian's gain. 

"Or perhaps he has taken too many bludgers to the head or he would have gleaned from his conversation with Sebastian that I don't have a boyfriend,” she said loudly enough for Cooper's prying ears likely eavesdropping on the other side of the door. 

Sebastian frowned. Snaking his hand up quickly to deliver a hard pinch to the soft flesh of her arse. She squeaked in surprise, swatting into thin air as she searched blindly for his invisible hand. He knew she’d be blushing madly and he’d probably get an earful about that later. Although he now had a lot more creative fantasies about making it up to her. 

"Something wrong, dear?" Blainey turned to her concerned. 

"Nothing!"

But, something was much indeed wrong.  

'I don't have a boyfriend' he almost gave himself away with an audible scoff. 

Sebastian would have to do something about that immediately.

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Of Meteors and Men

Sebastian Sallow × f!reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Theme: fluff, smut

Summary: Sebastian asks you an important question after a tryst under the stars

Warnings: Aged up 18+ nothing extreme, just lots of banter and teasing

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"Where's Ominis?" You unceremoniously plopped down next to Sebastian wolfing down his second bowl of stew in a now bustling Great Hall.

It has become almost a ritual for you and the two Slytherin boys to spend your evenings together. However, with your impending NEWTS, Ominis Gaunt seemed to have made himself more scarce than usual.

"In the library writing his Charms essay," came Sebastian's response.

"And what about your essay?"

"Please, Charms is my middle name."

You rolled your eyes at him, bracing yourself for yet another casual banter.

"Oh? I thought it was Delusional?"

He snorted, shooting a cocky grin your way. "I'll do it tomorrow. I'm done for today."

"Very well, I think I'll join you in the library tomorrow then," you relented, wondering why he yielded so quickly this time, but then...

"Can't get enough of me eh?" Sebastian started again, shooting a mischievous grin that threatened to knock you off your seat.

"You're such a flirt," you pouted, looking away so he wouldn't notice the flush of red creeping to your face.

"Like you don't enjoy it," came the salt to your wound.

You shook your head in surrender, hoping he wouldn't notice the redness that now filled your cheeks. You wondered if hormones has something to do with your reaction to him recently. Surely, he hasn't been this charming the whole time!

"Hey, you wanna watch the meteor shower with me tonight?" you asked without looking at him, hoping he wouldn't notice your desperate attempt to thwart his flirting.

"Eager to spend after hours with me, aren't you?" he snickered. You rolled your eyes at him again and made a gagging gesture he chose to ignore.

"Hmm, meteor shower? Isn't that something you'd typically be asking Amit?"

"Very well then, maybe I would!" you huffed, annoyed that he didn't immediately jump at the invitation.

"Hold on! Hold on! I didn't say no!"

"Then say yes!" you seethed at incessant playfulness.

"You know I'd say yes to everything you ask of me," he said with a wink.

"Whatever," you shrugged, pretending the wink didn't rob you of a heartbeat or two. "I know the perfect spot. Meet me at the clock tower courtyard at 9 o'clock," you finished before sauntering away to avoid any further flirting. "And bring your broom!"

Sebastian sat scratching his head as he watched you disappear in a sea of students. He could feel his excitement building at the thought of spending some alone time with you. Technically, you didn't say not to invite Ominis, but you also never said he could join. A bulb lit up in Sebastian's mind and he rushed towards the Slytherin common room, abandoning his supper.

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Sebastian made sure he was fifteen minutes early for your rendezvous. After your conversation at the Great Hall, he felt the need to put his best foot forward this time. He even went so far as to put on cologne! As he watched your cloaked figure approach him, he couldn't help but feel his instincts validated.

"Aren't you a vision to behold!" Sebastian greeted with a whistle.

You paid his flattery with a sarcastic smile, suddenly growing very conscious of your choice of wardrobe— a cream chiffon night dress that stopped just above your knees, covered up by your favourite ivory Historian's cloak.

You eyed him up and down in return, trying not to give away your astonishment by discreetly swallowing at the sight of him in his dark green summer pyjamas.

"What's that?" he gestured at the brown leather bag you have in your right hand.

"It's my nab sack," you answered as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"Your what?"

"My nab sack."

"Yeah, that clarifies nothing."

"It's an enchanted bag my elf friend gave me."

"You own an echanted bag?"

"Mm-hmm."

"And you have an elf friend??"

"Yes!" you quipped impatiently. "Now, are you gonna continue being amazed at how awesome I am or are we gonna watch the meteor shower?"

"I'm always amazed by everything about you, it's nothing new," he teased.

You stared at him blanky, trying not betray the cartwheels your stomach is making at the sight of his amorous grin. He's getting better at catching you offguard recently, you thought to yourself.

"Fine. Where are we heading?"

You squinted towards the hills west of the owlery and pointed at a vague spot between two jutting hills.

"You see that small plateau over there?"

Sebastian squinted at the dark skies, following your direction.

"Last one there is a rotten horklump!" you announced, pulling out an ornate silver broom from your nab sack and promptly taking off towards the mountains.

"Oh no you don't!" Sebastian skillfully mounted his broom and followed chase.

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Small torces lit up as your feet touched the landing platform, making it creak and groan into an active position. Sebastian followed shortly after with a small "whoo!" of excitement

"How did you find this place?" he panted, taking the view in.

"Stumbled upon it on one of the flying courses I did with Imelda Reyes."

He looked around at the ambient torces burning along the edge of the platform.

"Well, this is cozy. What in the—?! How in Merlin's beard did you fit that thing in there??"

You ignored the look of shock on the Slytherin's face as you pulled out a thick fleece blanket from your nab sack and started to lay it over the platform.

"Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna help me get comfortable?" you asked impatiently, wrestling with the creases you're making as you tried and failed to straighten the blanket out.

I can think of other ways to get comfortable, Sebastian wanted to say but instead, he chewed on his lip and shook his head, trying not to look any more obvious than he already is.

After a few minutes of repositioning and straitening your makeshift bed, you check your compass and looked up at a now, clear and starry sky.

"Okay, so if my calculations are correct, the meteor shower should come from that side," you concluded, seating yourself facing north.

Sebastian huffed and took off his slytherin robe, beads of sweat peppered his brows.

"I don't know about you, but I, am boiling! Is there a way we can turn these torches off?"

You nodded and with a lazy wave of your wand, the little flames around the platform gradually flickered out.

The newfound darkness made the stars twinkle even brigher as you laid your head on you palms, gazing up at the sky. In the corner of your eye, you couldn't help but notice Sebasian, now in the process of taking off his pyjama top. You swallow, trying hard to map the constellations instead of the toned muscles on his chest.

He loomed over you, half naked and content in his new level of comfort. The mild breeze carried the faint musk of his cologne and invaded your olfactory senses like a welcomed siege.

"Alright then, your turn," he jestured at your robes with a sly smile.

"Shut up, you stinky hornklump!" you playfully jeered, but taking your robes off nonetheless. The cool summer breeze was refreshing.

"The meteor shower should start in approximately ten minutes."

"Exciting," he remarked dryly, taking out a cloth parcel. "I didn't see you at supper so I brought us snacks from the kitchen just in case you're hungry."

You smiled at his thoughtfulness and gratefully accepted a juicy-looking bunch of grapes.

Sebastian laid down next to you and proceeded to levitate individual grapes towards his mouth. He lifted his head and chomped one from the air with a playful Rah!

You giggled and tried to imitate him, but fell a few centimeters short away from your grape. You lifted yourself by your elbows and the grape seemed to have distanced itself from your reach. You made a face at it while Sebastian let out an amused laugh, watching intently as you pursed your lips, hoping to suck enough air to pull the grape towards you.

"Merlin, I've never wanted to be a fruit so badly," he muttered under his breath.

You shoot him a sardonic look and extended your tongue instead, expertly coaxing the fruit toward you with a little curl. Sebastian's pupils dilated as he sucked in enough air to overfill his lungs.

"Merlin help me," he whispered to himself.

You laughed at his helplessness. He's a massive flirt and a sarcastic little charmer, but two can play this game, and you're not one to lose to Sebastian Rotten Horklump Sallow.

"Look!" Sebastian suddenly exclaimed, pointing at a tiny glint in the sky.

One.

Two.

Three.

And then five or more altogether!

Glittering streaks of white light filled the night sky in quick, random succession.

"Incredible! you breathed, your eyes glistening in amazement, mirroring the sparkling summer night.

Sebastian cooly rested in his spot, head on his hands and breathing a sigh of utter contentment.

The last of the meteors fell faintly, and you reached an arm out to the sky as if to catch one before letting your hand idly hover, poiting towards the stars. Sebastian did the same, pointing out the very last one before mimicking your laguid gesture. Your arms touched, sending electricity all the way down to your shoulder. You fixed your eyes on a random cluster of stars, denying the tension that's building from your skin merely touching his. He rubbed the back of his index finger against yours, making you let out an involuntary sigh.

Slowly, he moved his hand to meet your palm and you extend your fingers to give space for his. Your digits interlaced and he started rubbing his thumb on the back of yours, ever so slightly applying pressure and squeezing your hand as if to tether himself to you.

You closed your eyes and hummed contentendly, before quickly realizing he'd let go. You let your hand drop to your side. You opened your eyes only to find his face mere centimeters away from yours. His eyes dancing, searching for something in yours.

"Can I kiss you?" he whispered shyly.

You parted your lips to answer but your breath catches in your throat.

"Can I?" he asked again, almost pleading this time.

"Ye—" you barely made out an answer before his lips met yours, soft and chaste, then deep and needy, making you grab at the sheets beneath you. You whimpered in his mouth, kissing him back, inviting his tongue in a torrid dance. You grabbed at his arms as his kisses become more frantic. He moved hungrily to trace the line of your jaw to the base of your neck. His hand unceremoniously began to undo the top buttons of your night dress before claiming a breast and cupping it possessively, thumb gliding over the now turgid bud.

You gasped loudly at the sudden gush of pleasure emanating from his touch. He fully undid the top of your nightie, hungrily taking a breast in his mouth, suckling and painting circles with his hot tongue. You helplessly mewled and shifted from under him, clawing at his shoulders to ground yourself.

Sebastian propped himself with a knee while his other hand made its way to the inside of your thigh, gently raking at the sensitive skin before stopping to trace the lace lining of your underwear. He decidedly took a break from your breast to plead for another consent, eyes seemingly pinning you down with his hungry gaze.

"Let me taste you," he almost demanded.

"Seb, I— no!"

"No?"

"No, please, I'm not ready," you coyly replied, suddenly feeling too self-concious and vulnerable for comfort.

His brows furrowed, but he refused to linger on his disappointment.

"Can I touch you?" he asked in a begging tone that could almost break your heart.

You gave a slight nod and he let out a sigh of relief, as if you just saved his life.

He methodically rolled your dress up your hips and traced the garter of your lace-trimmed underwear, tugging it down ever-so gently. A thin string of wetness lingered as he pulled it down to expose his new focus.

"Fuuuuck," he painfully breathed behind gritted teeth. His eyes darted back and forth, somewhat overwhelmed of where to start. He could feel the uncomfortable tightness of his trousers demanding his attention.

He parted your wetness with his middle finger, deftly exploring the parts that coaxed the best sounds from your lips.

Your eyes snapped shut as he slid a finger inside you, chest heaving from the sensory onslaught Sebastian was putting your through.

He slipped another digit in, making you clasp your mouth to stifle a loud involuntary cry. Sebastian tugged it away, leaning closer so you can hear his words clearly, "I want to hear you."

His eyes had turned dark with need, boring into yours with a primal intensity you've never seen in him before. You nodded, helplessly, hopelessly trying to fight the fog of pleasure overtaking your mind.

He curled his fingers inside you, searching for the mound of flesh he noted made you cry out at the slightest pressure.

Sebastian moved his fingers inside you like a master beckoning his pet to come, his thumb simultaneously stimulating the bundle of nerves he knew was your most sensitive spot.

And come you did. In a slow, intense burst of pleasure that threatened to shatter your core. Fireworks exploded inside your head and you convulsed from under him, back arching to meet his hand. You grabbed his arm to steady it as he proudly watched you ride out the last of your spasms.

He waited until your breathing stabilized before taking his digits back.

You gingerly opened your eyes to find him licking your moisture off his fingers with a self-satisfied look on his face, as yours burn in response.

"I am gonna taste you one way or another," he reasoned with a smugness that is all his.

You let out a breath of amusement and disbelief, turning your head to the side to avoid his ever-so lustful stare.

Sebastian took his robe and draped it over, straightening your dress while allowing you time to process what just happened.

He let himself drop beside you, letting out a resigned sigh before giving the top of your head a kiss. You wiggled closer to him, wrapping a leg over his thigh and taking note of the very obvious bulge in his trousers. Your brain started to clear as you come to the realization of what you must do next. Somehow, as unplanned as the events of tonight had been, you felt the need to reciprocate. You glided your hand over Sebastian's handness, eager for your turn. He gasped and grabbed your wrist, jolting up to meet your gaze.

"No!" he exclaimed with pleading eyes.

You blinked at him, speechless at his sudden unlikely reaction.

"I mean, not like this."

"Sebastian, I—"

"I mean," he said, hoisting you to straddle him, "not until we make it offical."

"What?"

"I want to make it official," he muttered coyly under his breath, eyes darting to the side to hide his already very obvious embarassment.

Wherever the confident, charming Sebastian Sallow went, who knows. The person intensely blushing under you seemed to be a completely different person— unsure and apprehensive, almost self-conscious.

"I want to date you!" he explained. "I want to take you out for butterbeer and long walks or whatever you like! We will do whatever you want to do! I don't know! I'm new to this." He looked back at you, eyes searching yours for a response.

You burst out in fits of giggles and rested your head on his chest.

"Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" you teased, settling yourself with the loud thumping of his heart.

"Well, do you... Do you want to be together?" he implored diffidently.

"But we are together!" you hummed absent-mindedly, now busy drawing little circles on his arm.

"You know what I mean!" he grumbled.

"So what are you asking?" you teased further.

"I... I want you to be my girlfriend!" he sounded almost bashfully uncertain, as if you haven't spent the better part of the year aggressively flirting with each other on a daily basis, much to the chagrin of every one of your friends forced to witness.

"I mean, after you've tainted my purity? Do I even have a choice?"

"I'm serious!" he moaned, propping himself up and robbing you of your comfortable position.

"Yes, Sebastian Sallow, I will be your smart, funny, amazing girlfriend!" you solemnly pledged with a hand over your heart.

Sebastian breathed a sigh of relief before biting his lips to hide a ridiculously obvious beam of happiness. He resumed his position before confidently declaring, "You should be honoured."

You grabbed his bulge and gave it quick squeeze, making him loudly cry in surprise, causing nearby birds to scatter.

"I am."

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Notes:

I may or may not have copyread this one so big apologies for the typos! This has been sitting in my notes for forever but today I decided to bite the bullet and just post it. I haven't written smut in over five years so please be gentle. Anyhoo, thank you for reading and I hope it gave you a giggle or two.

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