"Evasive Maneuvers" - Part 1

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Summary: You've been in love with Sebastian since the moment you knocked him on his arse on your first day. Entering your sixth year, you finally begin working up the courage to confess your feelings when he suddenly becomes the best Beater Hogwarts has seen in decades - and subsequently becomes the school's most eligible bachelor.

Author's Notes: i have been diagnosed with quidditch player!Sebastian brainrot, and i'm about to make it everyone's problem. cue angst, mutual pining, fluff, and (eventually) a happy ending

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Your heels clicked across smooth marble as you strode to the Great Hall, arm-in-arm with Natty and Poppy. The heavy double doors were thrown open revealing hundreds of students embracing and chatting away. Although your robes were a rich scarlet, your gaze cut immediately to the sea of green, searching in vain for a head of chestnut curls. Observant as ever, Natty noted the anxious flick of your eyes and ribbed you, playfully.

“Don’t worry. I’m sure he’s saving you a seat already,” she teased.

Distracted, you continued to sweep your gaze over the animated crowd. “Who?” you asked, your expression indicating that your attention was nowhere near the conversation at hand. Natty and Poppy shared a knowing look and unhooked their arms from yours. This seemed to finally be enough to pause your search. “Where are the two of you headed? We can still sit together until Headmaster Black begins the sorting,” you inquired.

“Natty and I have a few people we’d love to catch up with before then,” Poppy explained. A smile, one you had only ever seen when Natty was about to strike at Crossed Wands, formed as she added, “And I’m sure Sebastian is more than eager to see you again.”

And with that your friends stepped into the crowd and disappeared from sight. You decided to brush off their odd demeanors and made a beeline for the Slytherin table. Your gaze flicked from face to face, searching for storm-blue eyes and the head of brown locks that were never far away from them. You were nearing the end of the table, only a few seats left between yourself and the faculty seating, when a familiar pulse of light caught your eye.

“You aren’t rushing about on another of your adventures, are you? Term has barely begun,” the owner laughed. You blinked twice to make sure that your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you before you registered that the young man speaking was none other than Ominis Gaunt.

“Ominis!” you exclaimed, embracing him with enough force that a puff of air left his lips. His enthusiasm matches yours as he huffs out your name, his voice muffled by your vise-like hug. The two of you catch up on your respective summers. Ominis doesn’t have much to say regarding his family, and you don’t press him for more. Returning to the Gaunt manor always takes its toll on Ominis, especially over the summer. You regale him with tales of star-charting and researching ancient magic. You had read nearly every written text on the subject before deciding to do a bit of research on your own. Ominis laughs, and you make a noise of confusion. You hadn’t said anything funny.

“You know you sound just like him. And before you ask, no, I have not yet had the chance to speak with him,” he declares. You could feign ignorance with Natty and Poppy (with varying results), but never with Ominis. He’d been the first to catch onto your feelings for his best friend and had since become your confidant. Before you can reply the candlelight shines upon a familiar shade of chestnut. Anne’s hair is pulled up into its usual bun and she adjusts it as she takes her first steps back into the Great Hall. She looks ecstatic, more stars in her eyes than you’ve seen in all the first-years combined. She spots you and Ominis and breaks into a grin that takes over her whole countenance. She immediately slides and weaves between students before crashing into Ominis with the same brute strength you had embraced him with just minutes ago. A figure leans against the door, his impossibly loving gaze following Anne’s warpath through the crowd. You inhale sharply as Sebastian Sallow comes fully into focus. He looks so different, and yet so unmistakably Sebastian. The light of a thousand flickering candles grace his features. ‘Solid’ is the only word you can think of to describe his transformation. He’d spurted at least six inches over the summer and you can’t help but notice the way he fills out his uniform. Even from here you can see the corded muscle of his forearms flex as he rolls his sleeves to his elbows. He looks about the hall, and his searching gaze is not unlike the one you expressed upon arriving. Your eyes meet, and even from across the hall you can see his shoulders sag in relief. 

You had caught him asleep in the Undercroft once, one arm dangling over the couch as the other clutched a weathered novel to his chest. It was Pride and Prejudice, a muggle romance that you had since read cover-to-cover. Between one beat and the next you feel as though every loving word spoken between those pages sings through your blood. Elation flares from your chest and a few arcs of blue lightning crackle from your hands. Sebastian pushes through the crowd to get to you. His strength allows him to cut through the throng like a knife through warm butter and heat blossoms somewhere entirely different. He stops just short of you and you shoot from the bench, crossing the remaining few steps to your best friend. You raise your arms, not sure if you’re intending to hug him, but certain that you need to hold him. He makes it to you first. Just as you’re about to reach forward he captures your hands with the gentlest of grips and just- holds you. His hands have always been larger than yours, but with his proximity and the warmth radiating from his toned physique you’re struck by just how much he’s grown. Purely on instinct you fold your hands over his, relaxing into his grip. 

“Hey you,” he smiles, gazing at you with an intensity you’ve only ever seen him sport while dueling. 

“Hi,” you reply, eloquently. You feel giddy with happiness and you’re sure that your cheeks are flushing a deep crimson to match your robes. His right hand drifts toward the lock of hair that has fallen into your face and your breath catches at the proximity. His eyes are far away, yet determined. You tilt your head, ready to lean into his touch, when his hand makes an aborted motion and he scratches his head. Sebastian clears his throat and releases your hands, taking a step back. 

“It’s ah- It’s good to see you,” he says sincerely. You feel a familiar wave of disappointment roll over you. Whatever had charged the air between you mere moments ago dissipated instantly. “It’s good to see you, too,” you muster. You open your mouth to say something, but are cut off by Headmaster Black calling for the sorting to begin. You glance sheepishly at Sebastian before heading back to the Gryffindor table to sit with Natty. From across the hall, you swear you can almost feel his gaze on you. Turning your attention to the podium, you sigh. This was going to be an interesting year.

time to see if my old mpreg player works ahhh!!!

Not to be a drooling socialist cuck, but if a full day's labour can't purchase three square meals, 24 hour's worth of rent and utilities, a fraction of a month's clothing budget, and a reasonable portion to be saved for when you can no longer comfortably work, what the fuck are we doing shit for

I hate it when you’re reading smut and you can’t figure out what position they’re in.

i need to press that man like a flower. get in the book boy

god the way people talk to their pets

like i’m calling myself out here but i just uttered the words “you did the stretch and now the rare and powerful double pets” (two hands at once!!) to my cat without a trace of irony

like i do not believe my cat understands a word of what i am saying but he absolutely knows my voice and i think also my tone? but also all day i’m just randomly looking over at him like “good boy!” or “are you fluffy?” or singing little songs about his current fluff levels. to an animal. a wonderful animal but a creature who absolutely does not speak english and probably only vaguely is like “this creature is communicating with me” when the strange noises come from the person’s mouth

like i just think about this sometimes

i never wanted to baby talk this cat, i dislike the whole “i am a cat mom and this is my baby” thing, he is a cat, i am a person, and yet i just spend all day talking at him. while typing this he rolled over to show off his tummy and i had to restrain myself from saying “you got a tummy?” aloud. and then i did it anyway

(he is indeed in possession of a tummy)

I feel cheated. no one on Reddit told me that tumblr is a serotonin factory. Keep liking and reblogging my posts please thanks

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