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No. 1 Party Anthem || Sebastian Sallow
“The look of love, the rush of blood.”
Sebastian so terribly wished he could approach you.
cw - none
a/n || really short story to pump out as I adjust to new semester schedule! I’ve been trying to work on a campus part 2. But also I’m kinda thinking I like it how it is 😵💫 also I haven’t written in a while so this could be a little sloppy oopsies.
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Sebastian deep down was an introvert.
He could mold himself to be sociable when the occasion called for it; he could be the confident and cool Slytherin boy, when needed. Just like for tonight, a party in the Slytherin common room surprisingly beckoned most of the students to the dark and ambient location. Even you.
Something to fill in the wee hours of the Friday night, something to keep yourself occupied with for the time being. You were out of your uniform, dancing around in casual attire with your friends. You didn’t seem to notice the brown-haired boy staring intently at you from across the room as he leaned against a wall. Even through all this noise, his eyes seemed to be glued to you.
It wasn’t Sebastian’s fault for that, not really anyways. His eyes just couldn’t look away, not when you were dancing so freely, so beautifully. You were a sight to behold, even if the others didn’t take notice. Sebastian did, and that’s all that mattered to him. Besides it wouldn’t be right in his eyes, to simply gloss over a divine being without paying the proper attention and respects.
You glance at him.
Sebastian dreads just a little bit about how his heartbeat picks up, thumping madly within his chest as he averts his gaze away from you to something insignificant across the room. The party is loud, the drink flows, and your eyes remain on him. An invite, a signal. But just like that your attention was grabbed away, leaving the poor boy wanting- needing more.
The Slytherin wants to approach, desperately. Perhaps this was how Tantalus felt, seeing the fruit trees and pool of water just in reach but unable to eat or drink. Oh, how Sebastian would easily fall to his knees for you, how he would be at your beck and call, if you could do him no good then so be it. If only his heart gathered its courage and pushed aside the lumps in his throat, and the bones in his legs moved toward you.
But he hesitates, a single moment that seems to extend for an eternity as the room gets louder and the air grows heavier. Sebastian can’t lose out, not like this. He musters up that ‘usual’ swagger of his, dusting off his extroverted personality and putting it on like a jacket.
Finally with a push and a step that seemed to feel like he was pushing a great boulder up a mountain, he started walking toward you.
Something immediately stops Sebastian though.
An arm over your shoulder, the red and gold colors of the sleeve taunting him as Sebastian stared for a moment at the scene. Spoken for, that’s what you were. Sebastian could overthink it in his mind, perhaps it was the arm of a friend? Simply someone with their arm slung over your graceful shoulders and practically leaning against you. That’s not what friends do, even he knows this. Besides, what friend says she’s with me.
And so the Slytherin boy is quick to return to his post against the wall, pretending to enjoy the party as he listens to conversations and whatever else was happening all around him. Sebastian hears a quiet snort beside him, and turns to look at Ominis. The blind boy has a knowing look on his face, one that Sebastian wished he could smack right off. How was it that his friend could always see right through him, even with the hindrance of blindness.
Sebastian simply shrugs, a nuanced gesture with a myriad of meanings.
The drink flows, and the revelry of the room would put the Dionysian Mysteries to shame.
Yet all Sebastian seems to feel is a terrible yearning for something that can never be.
#hogwarts legacy#sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow fanfiction#sebastian sallow x reader#sebastian sallow x mc#hogwarts legacy fanfic#harry potter
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I had wondered where you had gone😭 I absolutely adored all your stories !!!
I've seen you're taking requests now, so I was wondering, would you ever write a pt.2 of campus?
And I'm so glad you're back🖤
(I only now got the courage to send this :'))
Thank you for the kind words!
I’ve been trying to work on a campus pt. 2 and there’s something cooking but I don’t know if I’ll finish it before my semester starts up again (along w/ a few delays due to moving into an apartment). I’d like to make a pt 2 but it wouldn’t be coming out for a split second!
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Oh yikety yikes! Belated Intro & Requests & apology !
Hello hello good friends! I’m very sorry for disappearing like that, wow omg omg. First it was finals week, then dormitory move-out, and then vacations for the summer, and add applying for scholarships and life on top of that and it ends up being I accidentally forgot I had a tumblr. Did not mean to leave you all hanging like that and with such a shoddy excuse for it. But now that everything is calm again, I can only HOPE to not forget this blog again, and to write more frequently if I expand on what I can write for.
So what does a girly write for
Girly writes for:
Hogwarts Legacy (i WILL write for Ominis soon. However my ideas are waning for these sweet guys)
Red Dead Redemption 2
Valorant (do people write for Valorant?)
Ghost of Tsushima (underrated, and so I will write for Jin Sakai)
Bloodborne (I can only hope and pray to get requests for this…I could also just write them anyways lul)
Dark souls 1 & 3, Elden Ring (if anyone is wanting this…just to put it out there)
Currently that is all that comes to mind, a little sparse but I’ll also be writing whatever comes to my little head so things just might appear. So if anyone has sweet sweet requests to fill my end of summer schedule, please do! I’m not sure if its customary to still make little posts like these for readers, but I felt bad and wanted to at least post something about me. Once again sorry sorry! And request request!
- Iphigenia xoxo
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the little campus fic is soo cute. will you continue it? bc I really want to know how it will go on or how it would have gone on. 🐍✨️🤍
I’ve been STEWING on the idea of a pt 2. I’ve actually been stewing on a lot of pt. 2 ideas for the campus fic (and the sunlight fic oop) I think I will do a pt 2 but right now I’m just trying to see where I want it to go. I’m quite surprised (and very shocked omggg) that a lot of ppl want a pt 2, it makes me super happy that people enjoyed it ✨💖
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Campus || Sebastian Sallow
“Then I see you, you’re walking across the campus, cruel professor, studying romances.”
(Modern AU! I picked his major from vibes alone, Sebastian = Major Drama Queen)
cw - none
a/n || me when I romanticize walking on campus and looking mysterious
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Sebastian twiddles his pencil in his fingers, a string of words and code going in and out his ears.
He places the pencil down and rubs his face slowly. The energy drink seems to not be giving him the energy it so colorfully advertised. Sebastian can feel the life from his very eyes draining, his eyes are definitely glazing over. He’s barely hanging on when the professor brings the lecture to an end, shouting something about a coding project due soon.
Sebastian zips his backpack up and leaves the room along with a flurry of other students, some looking even more dead than him. Walking outside he breathes in the fresh air. The campus looks more lively this time of year, it even does some wonders for the STEM part of the university. The brutalist and modern buildings seem more happier with the budding trees and blossoms surrounding it. Walking from his computer science class, Sebastian starts the walk to the other part of campus.
You groan as you quickly exit your dorm, anxiously waiting for the elevator to come bring you down to the first level of the building. You took way too long to make yourself look cute today, but it’s totally worth it. You exit the dormitory and begin the walk to the nearly ancient building where your class meets. You admire the trees blooming with flowers and the clear blue sky. The green grass and flowers scattered around add so much beauty to the old brick buildings. With their dark green vines crawling up the side and their ionic columns looming over you. Oh fuck, did you even finish the readings for today? You sigh as you lose yourself in your thoughts.
You pass by a fountain and catch your eyes glancing at a passing student. He looks so, tired? You can’t help but make note of how cute he is. You walk past him.
Sebastian nearly chokes on his drink. Slowly turning around, watching you walk away. He has never seen a more beautiful person in his entire life. His eyes now wide awake after walking past you.
He faces forward now deep in thought. What major are you? He’s never ever seen you anywhere on the STEM side of the campus, are you a liberal arts major? He would definitely notice you if he ever saw you in his labs or computer science classes. How could he not notice you, how could anyone not notice you. How could no on except for him turn around to gaze at your beauty more?? Clearly these other students don’t have eyes, maybe that’s for the best. That means that no one else has seen you so therefore Sebastian as every right to ask you out-
“You dropped this.”
Sebastian’s breath hitches. You tap gently on his arm, trying to get his attention. He gulps and turns back around, taking a slow sip of his energy drink. You hold out his phone to him, was he really that zoned out he didn’t even see the phone drop out of his pocket? He takes it and returns it to his pocket. “Thanks..” he forces the word out of his mouth, suddenly feeling as if his throat is closing up and constricting all words and air. Sebastian is now extremely aware of how he looks: dark circles under his eyes, wrinkly shirt, sweatpants, messy hair, he’s pretty sure he shaved his beard, oh god did he even put deodorant on this morning-
“I’ll see you around then!”
You smile and wave at him, remembering you had a literature class to attend and a very stern professor.
Sebastian is absolutely mortified.
His sigh turns into a groan of annoyance. How could he be so stupid, AGAIN? Another chance to talk to you, wasted. He must’ve scared you off, his appearance definitely gave off red flags. If it wasn’t the appearance it had to have been the way he was chugging his energy drink like his life depended on it. Or maybe it was the way he didn’t even remember if he put deodorant on, or maybe you don’t like guys who use old spice. Even more worse, you probably don’t even like computer science guys. If it wasn’t the clothes it’s definitely the major that’s a red flag. He sluggishly continues walking, he’ll never find love again after seeing you. Sebastian could burst out into tears, like a dream you were gone in an instant. What cruel god has decided to play theses tricks on him!
Sebastian finds a quiet corner in the library with a table and chair. He sits down and slowly lets his head fall and hit the table.
You somehow made it to class just on time, saving yourself from a harsh fate of being pointed out by your professor. You zone out at your table, that guy earlier was pretty handsome. He had such lovely eyes, the warmest brown. If the sunlight hit them just right you’re sure the color would turn to a honey-like amber. And his freckles, they dotted his face like stars. You smile as you flip to a page in your book, not reading the words but thinking about how the boy’s hair was so floppy and so adorable. Maybe if you keep walking the same way at the same time everyday, you’ll see him again. Yes! You’re sure that’s how you’ll see him again, you’ll walk all around campus just for a chance to find him. “You okay?” You turn to your friend Poppy and smile sheepishly, speaking in a hushed whisper.
“I think, I met a boy today on campus.”
#sebastian sallow#hogwarts legacy#sebastian sallow fanfiction#sebastian sallow x reader#sebastian sallow x you#sebastian sallow x mc#hogwarts legacy fanfic
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Dinner & Diatribes || Sebastian Sallow
“That’s the kind of love, I’ve been dreaming of.”
The slytherin spellbook contains a blood binding spell. You’ve fallen from good graces already, why not fall even more with Sebastian.
(Established relationship, (Y/N) is not MC)
cw - blood, blood play(?), gore, no smut, intimate blood ritual, allusions to nooses and ropes, 18+
a/n || me when um I get inspiration from hozier AND hannigram edits. On another note I should write about Ominis (or literally any other fandom, maybe I should put out a list of what I can write for oops)
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You sit in the undercroft, after transfiguring a small round dinner table and two chairs. The slytherin spellbook lays in the center of the table, a feast waiting to be had.
Candles light the room, Sebastian stares at you with hungry eyes. You can feel yourself getting dizzy, from what you’re unsure of. A knife lays beside the spellbook. The aged papers flipped to a ritual, a binding spell. You glance at the browned edges of the book and then you glance at Sebastian. His neat shirt is slightly untucked, his green tie is in disarray. He lays back in his chair relaxed. One arm over the back rail, the other resting against an arm of the chair. He’s manspreading, with a stupid smirk on his face.
You peer at him the way a god would peer at a suppliant. In scrutiny, in careful observation. Sebastian looks at you the same way, although his eyes show his hunger more. He has taken the role of worshipper, however he holds more of the power here. You may be the elysian beauty in front of him, but he is the devotee who would give you anything and everything.
It wasn’t your idea really, you simply skimmed over the ritual and moved onto the next page. You didn’t care much for this spellbook. Just holding the book you felt your hands were tainted, like an oil had been rubbed all over and you could never wash it off. Sebastian had seen the page and immediately ripped the book from your hands, reading it over and over again.
You should’ve burned that book when you had the chance, setting it alight as soon as the Scriptorium door opened.
Now you sit here, candles lit and a dinner table set. Your look of curiosity turns to a more incredulous look, eyes narrowing at Sebastian. “We don’t have to-“ he starts but you shush him, still mulling over the spell and its consequences. It’s merely a simple blood binding spell. You’ll know his feelings, his thoughts, his pain. You’ve been together for how long and through how much trauma? You didn’t realize it until it was too late. The angel before you fell from highest heaven, and dragged you down to hell with him.
There really are no repercussions from this, at least you think so. You’ve managed to slink away from learning the unforgivable curses much to Sebastian’s dismay, why not be introduced to the dark arts through a blood ritual.
You loathe Sebastian, only for a moment though. You could spit out a million and one diatribes against him for his behavior, his cursed knowledge. But it wouldn’t do anything, it would only send more blood into the tent growing in his pants. “That’s the kind of love I’ve been dreaming of..” is what he would say if you spoke. You don’t.
You grab the knife and hold the blade up to your other hand. Sebastian watches you in anticipation as you read over the steps. You look up at him and slice your hand, you can’t hide the wince of pain. You slide the knife over to him and he looks up at you and smirks. Your prop your elbow up on the table, bloody palm facing the ceiling. The red liquid oozes over your fingers, trailing down your wrist and forearm.
The air changes in the undercroft, the candles burn more intensely. You watch Sebastian as he slices his palm, holding it out to you. The blood drips onto the table, onto the book. You don’t look at the ritual page anymore, somehow you know what to do next. Your mind becomes cloudy as you gently take hold of his bloody hand and lap up the blood slowly, tenderly.
It’s metallic, it’s divine, it’s him. A drop dribbles down your chin, you wipe it away, smearing blood over your chin. Half-lidded eyes gaze at Sebastian as you take one of his fingers into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. He groans slightly at the sight, shifting in his seat. You release his finger with a pop and hold out your hand.
He hungrily grabs your hand and licks the blood up from your wrist to the cut, you flinch at the burn. Sebastian peppers kisses in between his licks, smirking into your hand. He swallows audibly, watching you with bedroom eyes. Your mouth falls open a little bit, you adjust the neck of your shirt, suddenly feeling as if its choking.
Sebastian grabs your face and smashes his lips against yours, nearly shoving his tongue down your throat. Blood is smeared on both of you as hands grapple onto hair or skin. The air becomes heavy and warm, something feels tight around your neck. Like a rope, choking both of you just to pull you two together.
If one swings from a noose, by choice or not, so will the other. Ah, there’s the consequence.
The tightness disappears, the candles burn lowly now. You pull away from the kiss. Blood painted across your face and staining your lips. You’re not sure how to describe it, but something changes. Sebastian looks at you, warmly this time. The hunger isn’t gone though. He gently kisses your lips, smiling into it. Your cut hands intertwined. You pull your hand away reluctantly but wanting to assess the cut. You’re surprised to see that its gone, all that remains is a fresh scar, whitish pink.
The slytherin spellbook slams shut, startling both of you.
You both look at each other and laugh a little. You think about the ritual as Sebastian finds something to clean you both up. You always wanted to protect Sebastian, from everything from the ministry to himself. Maybe now you can actually do that. You’ve stayed with him for this long, might as well bind yourselves to each other for eternity with dark magic to make it more official. He said something about a cave earlier, before the ritual. The spellbook pointed to a relic, capable of healing all ailments, something for Anne. There could be something useful in the cave about it. Sebastian comes back over with a rag and gently wipes your face, smiling and making conversation as he does.
You stand before the devil as he washes your face gently, and you realize heaven hasn’t seen nothing yet.
#hogwarts legacy#sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow fanfiction#sebastian sallow x reader#sebastian sallow x mc#sebastian sallow x you#Harry Potter game
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Common Tongue || Sebastian Sallow
“And the reason comes on the common tongue of you loving me.”
An altar boy catches your eye, and you have a sudden urge to show him the divine.
cw - oral (male receiving), 18+, characters are aged-up, extreme blasphemy
a/n || I’m just doing some experimental cooking. I have never written smut :3 I’m kinda nervy about how this will do D: unedited, pure word vomit
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You sit in the pews of the great cathedral, only present at mass from an insistence from your grandmother. The words of the father goes in one end and out the other. The smoke of the myrrh hazes your vision, the scent burning your nostrils. You hold your hands in prayer as you stare at an altar boy, and he stares back. He’s tall and lanky, brown haired and doe eyed. Your eyes undress him as he undresses you.
Is it the swinging incense or is it truly the divine gracing your mind. No, not the divine. God wouldn’t want you thinking about making the altar boy whimper during his service. As people stand around you to join in the climax of the worship, you stand too. Not thinking about the highest prayers, but about how high his moans would sound at his own release. The sound of an organ rings out and you stand with your grandmother who hobbles up to the priest. “You needed some volunteers yes? My sweet (Y/N) would be happy to help with anything father.” Annoyance graces your face but soon disappears and is replaced with a smile. You kiss your grandmother goodbye and tell her you’ll be home for dinner after helping with whatever they need.
The basement is dark and cold. The only light coming from the flickering lights above. The altar boy- no, he told you his name is Sebastian. Sebastian is crouching, putting away books and gathering others into a pile. ‘For the next service’ he tells you quietly. You stare at him as he does his tasks, forgetting all about yours. You walk up behind him slowly as he stands up and jumps slightly at your closeness. You back him towards a wooden chair and he falls into the seat.
You block him in, your hands on both arms of the chair. He does not stop you or the blush from rising on his face. A tension forms, who will make the first move? Your noses are almost touching as you both look into each others eyes, just as you did during the service. Sebastian’s breathing becomes staggered as he smashes his lips against yours, pulling you into a heated kiss. He’s needy, or desperate, grabbing at your collared dress. You push him back down on the chair and rest on your knees. You inwardly smirk, one of his hands are rifling through his hair, the other is slowly pulling up his robe. Revealing the dress shirt and pants that lay underneath. All at the same time he looks at you pleadingly.
You make quick work of his pants, reveling in his groans as you pull them down. You can’t help the noise you make as you yank his boxers down, nearly drooling at the sight of him. Sebastian removes the robe and is close to ripping his shirt off. He settles for unbuttoning a bit of it, worried that someone might come down to your little corner. The worry disappears when you take is length all the way into your mouth, nearly into your throat. A high-pitched whine fills the basement as he bucks into your mouth. You laugh to yourself as you take him out of your mouth, licking up from the base to the very tip. This earns a strangled sound from him, much to your enjoyment.
Sebastian is almost melting into the chair. In this sorry corner of a church basement he’s feeling the divine, the celestial ecstasy of your mouth. He has seen god, and god is a woman. Gripping the arms of the chair he thrusts poorly into your mouth, relishing in the way your lips mold to him. “No, not the tip-“ He whines in protest but it turns into a garbled mess as your tongue plays with his tip. You can hear the organ playing again and bring your hand up to his length, pumping it. You can hear his whines increasing, breathing becoming more ragged. He pulls at your hair in a tight grasp, like a heathen clung to the homily.
Just as the organ crescendos, so does Sebastian. Moans almost cracking in his voice as he finishes in your mouth. Sebastian stares at the ceiling, seeing stars. He looks down at you again as you stare up at him, swallowing. His vision is blurry but he swears he can see a halo around your head. Sebastian lets his head fall to the side as he gently caresses your face. You release him with a pop, a white bead of cum falling down his length. Like the pearl of a rosary. Soft silence permeates the basement as you both catch your breath. Laughing quietly at how much of a mess you both look.
You did not make it home for dinner, much to the worry of your grandmother.
Instead you decided to grace Sebastian’s bed with your presence. Much to his delight.
#hogwarts legacy#sebastian sallow fanfiction#sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow x mc#sebastian sallow x reader#sebastian sallow x you#Sebastian sallow smut#hogwarts legacy smut
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Cursed || Sebastian Sallow
“That girl had laid a curse on me”
Sebastian can’t seem to stop thinking about you, it’s almost like a curse.
cw - none
a/n || Favourite Lord Huron song honestly they were COOKING cooking. Thank you for all the notes and kind words too :000 I am SHOCKED I am in TEARS. You guys are so sweet :D I didn’t think some of these would take off like that, especially since its all song fics oopsies.
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“I think I’ve been cursed.”
Sebastian looks over to Ominis, who doesn’t even react to his friend’s comment. “I think you’re overreacting.” Ominis replies back continuing to feel the braille of a textbook. “She plagues my mind, I can feel her presence all around me. How is that not a curse.” Sebastian rubs his face with his hands, feeling the blush creeping up on him. “That just sounds like a crush, the remedy would be to tell her how you feel.” The brown-haired boy shakes his head. He knows he’s falling for you, and Sebastian doesn’t want to believe it. He grumbles and goes back to studying, clearly his friend doesn’t understand how terrible this curse is and how you’re too good for Sebastian anyways.
“I’m a goner I guess.”
Sebastian sighs as he walks through the empty hallways. The moon is high in the sky, shining through the tall windows. As he walks he swears he can see you in the shadows. He can hear your laughter following him as he walks back to his room, blowing over him and enveloping him like a warm wind. Sebastian shudders, he can almost feel your touch on his skin. “I hope its not too late to break the spell.” He mumbles to himself. You wouldn’t want to be chained down by him, all the bad that Sebastian’s done would follow him to the ends of the Earth. He feels suffocated in the hallways and quickly finds himself in the courtyard, steadying his breathing as the cool air hits him.
He sits down on a bench, his breath remaining unsteady despite his best attempts. Even though Sebastian is outside and the moon and stars are shining down on him, something is constricting him. Holding him. Making him unable to breathe easy. You’re not even there and your presence is somehow haunting him. But its not you that’s making him feel this way, its the thought of how you would take his confession that plagues his mind. You may have cursed him to always think about you, but that doesn’t mean you have to accept his love. Sebastian could throw up, he swears he catches your perfume on the wind.
Do you even know how you make him feel? Of course you would, you’re the one who cursed him right? With your teasing touches that leave him in a puddle, your eyes that hold the universe and so much more. You once kissed him, out of excitement rather than true love Sebastian thinks. It was on the cheek and it was because he gave you his potion notes. Sebastian holds his hand to his cheek and still feels your lips on them. He looks up at the night sky and leans back against the bench “I don’t know how to fight what I can’t see.” He reaches up a tentative hand and brings it back down. Why would the heavenly stars answer him after all the hell he’s raised.
“Fighting demons there Sallow?”
Sebastian jumps at your voice, he almost doesn’t believe it’s really you until you’re standing in front of him. You smile warmly at him but your face has worry written all over it. You sit next to him and remain in a comfortable silence, not wanting to push him. You knew about his little crush (Ominis told you after he got tired of hearing Sebastian whine), but you didn’t know about the true turmoil its caused him. Finally you both look at each other “you think I cursed you?” You laugh as Sebastian blushes “I can’t stop thinking about you every day, I was doomed by our first kiss.” You knew that it would stick with him, the sweet peck on the cheek turning his brain into mush.
You see him look down at his hands “I’ve done things that have no name.” You see him frown. You gently take both of his hands, erasing those thoughts from his mind. “What’s the point of the future if not to move on from the past?” You squeeze his hands gently, his warm hands that envelope yours.
“I can’t ask you to love me (Y/N).”
“There’s no need to ask when I already do.”
You words make his heart flutter, he can feel it jumping out of his chest. “Your chained to me now, not the past, I’ve cursed you to love me forever right?” You joke as you hold his face in your hands. “Who knew love was going to be like this.” Sebastian is melting into your hands, stuck in a trance by your eyes. His past will always be right there, mocking him from the shadows. But when he’s in your hands, when he’s in your presence, all of it somehow disappears. Sebastian supposes that he should just stop fighting the curse and let it take all of him. You have him under quite the spell, he’s not even sure he could undo it, or want to undo it. He’ll let it come over him, like the tide coming to pull him back into that ocean blue. What better way to die than to drown in your love, than to stumble around drunk with it.
You let your lips cross the space between and find him at the end.
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Sunlight || Sebastian Sallow
“Oh, your love is sunlight”
Sebastian speculates that you are of divine nature, he think his observations prove it.
(no established relationship, no outright love confession only worship from afar >:(, he’s on his HANDS and KNEES)
cw - none
a/n || man the Starbucks refreshers with the vanilla sweet cream rly fucks so hard, it’s so good.
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Sebastian observes you.
He thinks that you are the goddess Nike, victory made human. Encouraging him fight after fight. He vies for your attention after he duels in the Crossed Wands club, wanting to be praised by who he believes to be a goddess. “I won because you were watching” is what he would say to you, but he doesn’t. Sebastian notices that the more and more you watch his duels the more he wins. Surely that is a sign of divine blessing from you, the winged victory perched on his shoulder. Your divinity is a speculation though, he will have to research more.
The more he observes the more he begins to believe.
Maybe you are a culmination of the muses. You embody Terpsichore when you dance in the undercroft when you think no one is watching. And especially for him, when you decide he is worthy enough to see your lithe ankles and your movements that flow like water. Sebastian sees the muse Calliope in you when you read to him, laying on your lap outside in the shade of a tree. Your words weave stories of heroes and monsters, like Penelope at her loom every night. But he is not thinking of the hero’s schemes and adventures, he is thinking about how your eyes are like sunlight, warming his body and mind.
Or maybe you are the goddess Circe. Your magic so strong that you could turn the tide of the battle with one spell. He would certainly not tell you that he would be happy to be turned into an animal, if it meant that he would get to stay at your feet for eternity. Sebastian thinks if he were Odysseus, he would not hesitate to stay on your island. You could bind him to you and make him your mortal consort. Sebastian thinks about the story and knows that if you were in it, Odysseus would cease his journey and stay with you.
It is set in his mind, you must be a goddess.
You sit in the courtyard reading a book with Sebastian’s head in your lap, the rays of the sun coming down onto you. You almost appear as a flame, pulling a moth into your light. Sebastian likes to think if he were Icarus and you were the sun he too would fly as close as possible to feel your warm touch on his skin. He too would see himself worthy of your sunlight. “With wax melted I’d meet the sea” he shivers at the thought, to feel your love to even feel your presence is something he would die for, it is worth dying for.
Surely if you aren’t a goddess then you must be Helen of Sparta reincarnated. Your blood and beauty has to be divine in some way, there is no question. You are so radiant that he would start a war for you he thinks to himself, to Sebastian you’re worth launching a thousand ships over. If Helen was of indescribable beauty, then you must be almost incomprehensible. Too beautiful for the mortal mind to even understand. He sees you look down at him from your book and you smile. “Something wrong?” You ask with a laugh, you wonder what has him staring at you so deeply.
“No, nothing’s wrong..” a lie
You gently run your fingers through his hair chuckling as he closes his eyes. “Everything is wrong” he thinks to himself, the way he must keep his adorations to himself, too scared to beg you to be his forever but aching to show you properly how deep his devotion is to you. For now he will conceal the worship he yearns to show you. Sebastian will hide how you have him wrapped around your finger, tight enough to draw blood.
Sebastian decides that one day he’ll drop to his knees as he should, grabbing at your skirt and heaping praise after praise to you. His confession will be filled to the brim with the supplications deserving of asking you to be his. On his knees he’ll ask you to let him stay in your sunlight, the Icarus to your certainty.
For now though he’ll continue to worship your sunlight in silence and hope that one day you’ll tell him which goddess you truly are.
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Cupid || Sebastian Sallow
“I gave a second chance to Cupid”
Valentine’s Day rolls around and something you witness before asking Sebastian to be your valentine throws a wrench into your whole day.
cw - none
a/n || this song has been in my head all day. stan FIFTY FIFTY. I think Sebastian and Ominis would be able to do a K-pop dance, but which one would be the better dancer
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You stomp into your room and slam onto your bed, screaming into the pillow and beating the mattress with your fists, kicking your feet for good measure. The box of chocolates you got from Hogsmeade sit on your nightstand askew from the way you threw it onto there. You were a hopeless romantic all your life and this was your first ever time asking someone to be your valentine, or to even go on a date with you. And it’s all ruined now..
Earlier you went to find Sebastian, wanting to tell him your feelings and to give him a little gift for the occasion. But as you turned a corner in the hallway you saw him with another girl and she was holding a bouquet of flowers. You didn’t look anymore thinking you put two and two together, quickly walking away from the scene and back behind the corner. The walking turned into running and your breathing was littered with sniffles and quiet cries, you passed by Poppy who tried to ask you want was wrong but you only got the words “Sebastian” and “flowers” before you ran off again to your room feeling the tears falling faster. Poppy looked confused but also concerned, you were her friend and she wanted to what that bastard Sebastian did to make you so sad.
As you were wiping your eyes you accidentally bumped into Ominis who you quickly apologized to “I’m sorry Ominis” you sniffled as you helped steady him carefully. “Are you okay (Y/N)?” He asks you with a worried voice “I’m fine..” you mumble before starting to run again, not wanting to be anywhere besides your bed. Ominis blinks his eyes and he thinks for a moment, Sebastian wanted to give you something for Valentine’s Day…maybe something happened? Whatever it was he was going to figure it out for you and if need be have a talk with Sebastian for making you cry.
Ominis walks down a hallway and meets up with Poppy, both sharing their concerns for you and the information they have right now. And it looks like everything leads to Sebastian doing something. In a different hallway Sebastian sighs as he hands the flowers back to the girl “sorry, I was going to ask someone else” she looks at him angrily before storming off. He’s wanted to ask you to be his valentine all day but somehow hasn’t seen you at all “maybe (Y/N)’s in their room” seeing as that’s the only logical explanation he starts to walk towards that direction, running into a very upset Poppy and Ominis on the way there.
Laying in bed with the blanket around you like a cocoon you blow your nose once again. “I’m feeling lonely and it’s all my fault” you think to yourself, you’re not sure who that girl was but Sebastian was smiling at her. “Now I’m crying in my room like a loser” you scream into your pillow again, raging at the thought of him happy with someone else. You crawl out of your blanket cocoon and stare at the ceiling feeling the tears come on again, Cupid is so dumb.
Sebastian slips as he runs through the hallways to your room but quickly recovers and continues. “Now I’m feeling stupid.” He never thought that you would ask him to be your valentine, never once it crossed his mind and he hates himself for that. Why did he not consider that maybe both of you would try to ask each other instead of him just being the one. He holds the small box of chocolates he got for you as he dodges students, his breathing getting heavier with the exercise. Ominis and Poppy, mainly Poppy gave him quite the beating when asking what he did to you. Confused at what they meant he explained what happened and they all agreed that it was just a terrible misunderstanding and that it’d be best if Sebastian talked to you to fix your broken heart.
You hear someone slam your door open and you jump as you drop your second tissue box and see that its someone you don’t really want to see right now. “Go away Sebastian, I’m sure you have a date tonight to get ready for.” You grumble and turn away from him. “Oh (Y/N) I didn’t ask that girl, she was trying to ask me. And I said no.” He walks toward you slowly and you turn your head to glance at him. Sebastian spins you around and keeps his hands on your waist “I was going to ask you,” He lets go to hand you the box of chocolates, dark chocolate. Your favorite. His hands return to your waist as you hold the box, anxiety coursing through his veins.
You wipe your tears away with one hand and smile “I-I’m sorry then, I guess I just misunderstood everything.” You look at your nightstand and go to give him his gift “I was gonna give these to you before..” you blush in embarrassment, how long had you been crying and screaming for? And it was all for nothing. He happily takes them as he smiles at you “So (Y/N), will you be my valentine? And maybe indulge me on a date tonight?” You feel your heart race at his question as he looks at you with warmth in his eyes and you blush, you’re really a fool for love. “I gave a second chance to Cupid and it looks like that was the right call.” You laugh and nod “I’d love to be your valentine..and to go on a date also.” He pulls you into a tight hug and gently kisses the top of your head “I’m glad.” You sigh and hold onto him, excited about this happy ending for you, forgetting about the piles of tear stained tissues everywhere.
“Would you like help cleaning your room?”
“Oh…yeah..”
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From Eden || Sebastian Sallow
“I slithered here from Eden, just to sit outside your door”
Sebastian wants to tell you his feelings so bad, however he might be just a little nervous about it
cw - slight angst, open-ended ending :0, Sebastian has low self esteem :(
a/n || now that I know how tumblr works (mostly), and how its awful with copy and pasting work from google docs (like whyyy), I’d like to write more :), I also opened requests (I think I did, I’ll check again)
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“Meet me in the undercroft after your class, there’s something to discuss.”
That’s all Sebastian told you before he scurried off, leaving you in the dust. “How strange..” you murmured watching his silhouette disappear around a corner, accepting this as a regular occurrence you went on with your day normally. However on the other side of that wall Sebastian was breathing like he’d just ran a mile, blushing and wiping the sweat off of his hands onto his slytherin cloak. He almost froze right in front of you and he wasn’t even telling you how he felt! He smacked his face a couple times “get it together” he peeked around the corner and saw you walking off into the distance and let out a dreamy sigh, he has all day now to plan.
Your day continued quite normally, you had classes and met up with your friends and studied for a bit. On the other side of school though Sebastian was a wreck, he rushed to the bathroom at the end of his second to last class of the day. He bent over the sink, gripping the porcelain white of the bowl as he shook with each intake of breath. All day you were on his mind and no matter what you always said no to him in his head. Sebastian was torturing himself with the thought of you rejecting him, the thought of you looking at him with disdain “why would I ever go out with you?” He tried to shake the thought from his head, you stood by him through a lot of things that have happened recently and he just somehow developed feelings for you…but did you feel the same?
Sebastian looked into the mirror, a slight tremor could be seen and he sighed and quickly washed his face with cold water. You were just so…pure and kind-hearted to everyone and everything unlike him who would use the dark arts when beneficial. You knew about his sister, and his ceaseless searching for a cure, for any way to help her. But deep down he was worried that maybe that would be the dealbreaker for you, maybe you didn’t want someone like him who could so easily dabble in that cursed magic. He stared down at his hands and his eyes furrowed in slight disgust, his innocence died screaming a while ago “I should know..” he muttered and dried his face off before heading to his last class.
As your last class ended you gathered your things quickly and left for the undercroft, the familiar twists and turns setting your nerves on fire. What did Sebastian want to talk about exactly? You’re not so sure, but you feel a glint of hope as you think that maybe he’s finally going to talk about his feelings for you. He hasn’t been the most secretive person about it, and you haven’t been so good at it either. You sigh as you hold your book close to your chest in comfort, Sebastian had been under a lot of stress recently and you were so worried about him. His quest to find a cure for Anne while good-hearted is leading to him plunging himself into the dark arts, and you can see the toll it takes on him with your very eyes, and it hurts you deeply.
You want to remind him so bad that he is still good despite his choices, that he’s still the Sebastian you fell in love with. You pause at the entrance of the undercroft with that in mind and decide that even if the conversation doesn’t go that way, you will admit to Sebastian your feelings for him whether he accepts them or not. You enter the undercroft and find it deserted, the room silent save for the door closing. This doesn’t seem to help your nerves as you resign yourself to standing around and waiting for him, thinking of what to say.
Sebastian didn’t mean to leave class so late, it doesn’t matter though as he races through the corridors. A million thoughts are flying through his head, into one ear and out the other. What if you’re not there, what if you left after he took so long, what if you already have a boyfriend that he somehow didn’t know about, what if you say no. Sebastian huffs as he reaches the entrance to the undercroft and finds himself pausing just before he opens the door. Last minute thoughts begin to bubble and surface, Sebastian almost feels too revolting to even think about speaking to you especially about this, he feels as if he’s like a slimy snake, slithering here from Eden just to hide outside the door.
On the other side of the door you become anxious, thoughts about where Sebastian could be are coursing through your mind. “Maybe I should go look for him.” you look around again and decide that’s the best course of action for now. You walk towards the door and reach for it slowly. Sebastian sighs and looks straight at the door, “It’s now or never.” He murmurs to himself as he goes to open the door.
You jump back in surprise when you open the door to the undercroft to see Sebastian, and you clearly see his eyes widen startled. Staring into each other’s eyes many feelings can be seen: fear, anticipation, hope, love.
You already know how this will end, and you like to think he knows as well.
“Hey” you smile
“Hey” he smiles
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Say Yes to Heaven || Sebastian Sallow
“say yes to heaven, say yes to me.”
After the ordeal in the scriptorium, Sebastian takes a moment to reflect on his actions while you sleep in his arms.
(established relationship, 18+ only, video game MC mentioned, aged-up in age and school year)
cw - sebastian does not treat you the best in a certain quest (scriptorium), implied nsfw in the beginning, angst, other cw’s that I forgot about and didn’t mention
a/n || just trying to write something and seeing how it turns out. Haven’t written fanfic in a while so just doing some experimental cooking rn. I’ve also never played this game. I’ve also also never posted on tumblr so format might be weird. Also also also unedited writing :(
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Sebastian wakes with a start, another nightmare, another restless night. He goes to move out of bed but is reminded of the weight in his arms, your sleeping form is undisturbed it seems by the movement. He sighs and rests against his pillow, Your warm, he thinks to himself as he pulls your naked form closer to him. Ever the gentleman he pulls the blanket up for you and smiles softly as you cuddle yourself deeper into his side.
Always by his side, always defending him, that was how you were. Ever since you met him all those years ago you two have been the two halves of a whole. “Wherever you go I’ll go.” he remembers your promise to him when he asked you to be his the first week of your seventh year. When you said this he was struck with such deep love and wonder for you. You wanted to be by his side for eternity, he remembers he made the promise to you in return.
How he wishes you had never even seen him back in your first-year at Hogwarts, two nervous children meeting each other in a class. Don’t follow me here he glances down at you as you sleep. You had always known about his opinions on the dark arts, on curses both forgivable and unforgivable. And yet you still followed him, never showing your disgust or dislike for his obsession, never showing fear of him. You knew it was for his sister Anne, and not out of evil. You were an angel, always showing him heaven. But the dark arts had a hold on him, willing and unwilling, and he knew he was slowly dragging you down to hell with him.
He closes his eyes and reflects on a more recent memory. You had to become a mediator between him and Ominis as you three and the new student had finally discovered the entrance to the scriptorium. Sebastian made you sit out of the conversation immediately, not entertaining the idea of you even considering casting a forbidden spell. The three students were at an impasse, arguments being made on all sides while you remained out of the conversation on the side.
And when you placed his wand into his hand and looked at him with only pure love present in your eyes, he still wasn’t sure how he didn’t break down then and there. Cast it on me, you know it and I’ll be fine. He remembers the small smile you shot at him and your determination visible. His grip on your sleeping form tightens as he continues to reflect on the memory. He cast the cruciatus curse on you in the end, after much convincing from you and much protesting from him. He couldn’t even see you collapse to the floor with the amount of tears falling from his eyes. Sebastian wanted to cover his ears just as Ominis did, to stop hearing your screams and wails, but he didn’t. This was his punishment, his very own circle of hell.
I’m alright was the first thing you said to him as he rushed to your side. You could see his eyes flicking back and forth between you and whatever lied in the scriptorium. And he could see the inkling of fear in your eyes when you looked at him. The Slytherin Spellbook was his, and you were still by his side even after what he did. Ominis was horrified, and so was the new student. Sebastian carried you out of those dungeons all the way to the undercroft, he never stopped apologizing. He still hasn’t.
You just laughed and comforted him, and he lets you, despite knowing it should be the opposite. He should be comforting you. The memory ends with him holding you as you asked Did you get what you wanted? Sebastian chuckles dryly as he feels a tear slide down his cheek. At the time he said yes but now he knows he didn’t.
Hurting you wasn’t what he wanted. Not for this, not for any of this. Sebastian’s surprised that you haven’t woken up from how hard he’s holding onto you, squeezing like a snake does to prey. He shudders. if you stay with him, if you go wherever he goes…he doesn’t finish that thought. He wipes away the tears, and gazes down at you again, seeing how the blanket sticks to the curve of your body, and the way your skin feels velvet soft to him. How delicate your face appears in the moonlight, how your hair almost glows from the moonbeams. He will always have you on his mind.
Sebastian knows you feel fear whenever he looks at you now, whenever he touches you. He knows it’s his fault and he deserves it. I’ll cure Anne and then no more, I’ll say yes to you he murmurs into your hair sighing after he breathes in the scent of your shampoo. You don’t stir and he’s happy about that.
Tomorrow you’re both going to the cave mentioned in the Slytherin Spellbook. Tomorrow he may find a cure for Anne. And maybe tomorrow is when he’ll let go of the dark arts. But for now he’ll stay here with you resting in his arms, saying yes to heaven, saying yes to you.
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