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Wreck My Plans - S. Sallow
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Word Count: 8,734
Rating: E (Smut, Oral Sex, Fingering, Pregnancy, NSFW, MDNI)
Summary: You try to share some life-changing news with Sebastian, but it seems he has other plans. Specifically, recruiting you to join one of his missions.
A/N: Auror Seb is back! I've been writing this one in the background for a while. Who was going to warn me that writing action sequences was hard??? Next one for auror Seb is a prologue to the series :)
“You’re sure?” You ask, swallowing thickly as you process the information your fellow healer has just told you.
“Very.” She smiles broadly. “By the looks of it, ten weeks or so. You never noticed any of the symptoms until now?”
Your hand flies down to pet your stomach, and the tiny bump that now seems obvious. How could you have not known?
“I figured I was just hungrier,” you admit. “Tired from the transition to the day shift, adjusting back to the time zone after traveling.”
“Yes, well no more international travel for you.” the healer advises. “Not until the baby is born. I daresay, you might not be traveling for quite some time, especially with a young babe in hand. How’s that house in Marunweem coming along?”
You’ve been bragging about your fixer upper for months now; Sebastian has really made a dent in the work, adding another bedroom and fixing up a porch on the backside of the house. During the week, Sebastian is poised and collected, proving time and time again to his superiors just why he deserved the promotion to senior auror. On the weekends, he has his sleeves rolled up, shirt unbuttoned as he hammers away at the wooden planks.
More often than not, you’re ripping his shirt off for him, or situated below him on your knees. He works so incredibly hard for the two of you and the life he wants to give you; it's hard to keep your hands to yourself.
You start piecing together the timeline, what you’d been doing all this time; when you remember where you were at, you blush at the thought. Ten weeks ago, you and Sebastian were in Sicily, enjoying your first real holiday as a couple. He spared no expense, renting a palazzo from an Italian wizard he’d met through a contact in the department of international magic affairs. You’d spent three glorious weeks by the sea, eating fresh seafood and exploring every inch of Sebastian’s body at night.
“Sebastian!” You swatted at him.
He grinned at you, his fingers plunged inside of you. It was positively deranged the way he began fucking you with his hand, the seed he’d just spilt inside of you pushed further in.
“What?” he asked nonchalantly. “You did agree to have my baby a few months ago, if I recall correctly…”
Sebastian’s swollen lips descended upon yours, hungrily kissing you. To your surprise, his thick length started to swell again, clearly aroused by your whimpering and the wet sound of his spend being manipulated, pushed even closer to its goal.
“You’re incorrigible,” You laugh against his lips as he situated himself between your legs again. The room was dimly lit, only deeply burnt candles illuminating the room you’d called home for the past few days.
“What can I say?” Sebastian whispered, teeth grazing your chin. “I’m insatiable for my fiancee.”
You took in a sharp breath when you felt the blunt head of his cock pressed against your heat again. “That’s the third time tonight,” you gasped as he slid into you with ease. Your body knew who it belonged to–Sebastian was no intrusion. Your head tilted back against the pillows, moaning as Sebastian laved his tongue up and down your sweaty throat.
“I don’t care,” Sebastian grunted, slowly rolling his hips against you. “Three–fucking–weeks–ungh, all I want to do is have you in bed, naked, for three whole weeks uninterrupted.”
You clutch onto him, teeth sinking into his shoulder as you flutter around him again.
“Ma’am, are you listening?”
You blink out of your daydream, looking back up at your healer.
“What did you ask?”
“I asked if you’ve been doing any strenuous activity lately.” The healer asks.
You turn bright red, brushing the back of your neck with your hand. You’ve been bedding Sebastian nearly every night, at least when the two of you aren’t exhausted from work or feeling ill. Neither of you ever minded to track your courses, considering they’d been tricky after years of an off-kilter schedule at St. Mungo's.
“I’ll take it easy,” you assure the healer, who doesn’t seem all that convinced. She lets you off with a blood renewing potion and some vitamins, and you leave St. Mungo's in a daze.
Your first instinct is to run straight to the ministry, barreling into Sebastian’s office with the news. But on second thought, it’s probably news best saved for home–you’d rather not have the most important news of your life shared in front of his colleagues. Instead, you make your way to Diagon Alley to pick up supplies for dinner, stopping by the owl post office to send a note to Poppy. You haven’t heard from her in a little while, but you know she’ll be over the moon when she reads the news.
All is well in your life, you think. You’ll have to move the wedding up–Ominis and Anne have been insistent you wait until the next spring, once the frost has thawed and you can have a May wedding. You’d really rather not host your newborn at your wedding, so late autumn will have to do. Perhaps you can sneak away to Feldcroft for the weekend with a few friends in tow, take an unbreakable vow in the center of the hamlet–
“I’m home,” You hear a voice call out.
Dropping the ladle, you wipe your hands on your skirts as you rush to greet Sebastian at the fireplace. Skidding into the living room, your smile falters when you see the gruff expression on his face.
“What’s wrong?”
Sebastian shakes his head, hanging his coat on the rack next to the fireplace. “Long day,” he mumbles, sliding past you to go straight into the bedroom. You feel a bit deflated–Sebastian is rarely one to avoid your touch, but tonight is different. You hear the bathroom door slam, the faucets turning as he fills the bath. From what you can remember, Sebastian is only ever this grizzly after a bad day at work. Either bad news on a case, a perpetrator that’s gotten away, or the most dire, losing a colleague.
You tiptoe up to the bathroom, rapping your knuckles against the wooden door.
“Come in,” Sebastian sighs.
You slip past the door, kneeling next to the clawfoot tub. Sebastian is submerged in steaming water, bubbles dissipating in the water. Work has been particularly stressful–he’s gone a few days without shaving, dark stubble coating his chin.
“What’s wrong?” you ask gently.
Sebastian lolls his head back against the edge of the tub, staring at the ceiling. “We’ve got a real pain of a case on our hands.” he mutters, tilting his head to look at you. It’s an unspoken question, one that doesn’t need asking–he should know by now that nothing he ever shares about his cases ever leaves the four walls of your home.
“International dragon breeding ring.” He states, the water splashing as he pulls up his knees under the water. “Seems like they were trying to raise some Hebridean Blacks in the highlands. Clearly didn’t know how to handle their dragons, so the crew was burnt to a crisp by the time we got there.”
“That’s horrible,” you shake your head.
Sebastian wrinkles his nose. “I never, ever want to see bodies like that ever again.” he gags. “The worst part is now that they’re all toast, we’ve lost our only lead to the larger gang.”
“I’m sorry.” you pout, stroking his hair.
Sebastian sighs. “It’s okay. I’m just quite tired for the day; I had a sausage roll on my way home from the office, I think I’ll just tuck in to bed early tonight.”
He notices you visibly shrink, knitting his thick eyebrows together. “What’s wrong, pet?”
“I made dinner.” you say sheepishly. “Your favorite.”
Sebastian gives you a wry look. “I’m sorry, love. Rain check? I really do just want to get in bed.”
Sebastian can’t see the way your hand hovers over your abdomen under the lip of the tub. And while you’re desperate to share the news, you’d rather do so when he’s in a better mood. The last thing you want is the happy memory of your pregnancy announcement being marred by troubles at work.
“It’s fine, really.” you assure him. “I’ll pack it all up so you can take it to lunch tomorrow, bring a bit for the boys.”
Sebastian snorts, beads of water dripping from his arms as he lifts them out of the water. “I’m sure Everett and Andrew will love that. Those two rarely ever see a home cooked meal.”
“I’m not sure what those boys would do without me.” you say sarcastically. “Ominis was right–I have to stop feeding them so often; they’re coming back week by week like stray cats.”
“Oh please, you love babying the two of them.” Sebastian rolls his eyes.
The word has your smile faltering, and Sebastian tilts his head, giving you a sympathetic look.
“It will happen, you know.” he puts a hand under your chin, tilting it up towards you. “I know it’s upsetting that it’s taken this long, but it’ll all work out in time.”
“Oh, that’s not–”
“Perhaps we should wait until after the wedding,” Sebastian suggests. “I mean, that’s surely the more proper thing to do. Plan it out, do it the right order.”
You turn bright red, swallowing thickly; Sebastian really has no clue. “We’ve never been proper, the two of us.”
Sebastian lets out a low chuckle, eyes darting down to your lips. “No, I don’t think we have.” The pad of his thumb traces over your lips, slipping between them.
“Tell you what,” Sebastian breathes. “I finish washing up, and I meet you in the bedroom for a cuddle.”
“Something tells me we’re not going to be cuddling.” You raise an eyebrow, eyes darting down to Sebastian’s free hand, which has slipped underneath the water and between his legs.
“No, we’re not.” Sebastian says, voice low and needy. Your eyes flit down to the surface of the water, rippling with every stroke of his hand. “Get in the bed, now.”
You smile, biting down on your lip as you do what he says. After all, it won’t be long before two becomes three, so you want to relish these nights for as long as you can.
You wake up when Sebastian presses his lips against yours. He’s never been very good at kissing softly–almost always, your fiance kisses you with enough fervor to wake you.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, nosing your cheek. “I wanted to kiss you before I left. Got a message that I need to be in the office earlier than usual–all hands on deck.”
You open your eyes, blinking up at him. He’s fully dressed in his suit, auror badge pinned to his coat pocket. His work bag is at his feet, last night’s carefully wrapped leftovers next to it. From the window behind him, you can see the sky is still black, a smattering of stars filling the sky. It has to be four, maybe five o’clock in the morning.
“Send Everett and Andrew my love,” you yawn. “Tell them to enjoy the short rib.”
Sebastian snorts, mouth descending upon yours once more. “I’m starting to think you like them more than me,” he teases, nipping your lower lip with his teeth. “Have a good shift today. I’ll see you at home tonight.”
You don’t follow Sebastian to the fireplace, instead electing to fall back into your bed for a few more hours of sleep before your shift at St. Mungo's. You’ll tell him tonight, you think, putting together the plan while you dress for the day. Perhaps roast chicken and potatoes for dinner, and a cake with the good news on it. You’re buzzing, eager to execute your plan once you’ve gotten home. So much so, you completely miss the owl sitting in the window, clucking at you while you hum over your cooking.
It’s only when the owl threatens to bite you that you pick up the note, deflating the minute you see the DMLE logo.
Urgent case. All hands on deck–we’ve been ordered to stay in the office until further notice; might be traveling internationally too. I’ll send an owl when I know more.
xx Sebastian
You shrug off your worries; this isn’t exactly unexpected. Given the high risk of Sebastian’s job, he’s often sequestered to the office or traveling for a case, sometimes days at a time. Perhaps the waiting will make your reveal all the more special. You can picture Sebastian falling to the ground in front of the fireplace once you tell him after much time away from home.
After two days, you’re worried. Come five, you’re irritated. Ten days later, you’re thoroughly mad that this case has wrecked your plans.
It takes nearly all your willpower not to break down the doors of the auror office. On the bright side, Sebastian knows well enough to reassure you of his good health via owl post. Per usual, he can’t say much, except that there had been a considerable development in their dragon breeding ring case. He’s been bunking up with Everett and Andrew in the office (the two bachelors also sending thank you cards for the feast you’d cooked) and he’s quite miserable without your company.
Sebastian’s owl post gives you some peace over the miserable days, especially considering the onset of your morning sickness. It seems that since your brain has accepted the concept of being pregnant, your body has decided to follow suit. You’re lucky that there are plenty of other mothers working at St. Mungo’s beside you, each of them offering a sympathetic smile or a packet of crackers once you've emerged from the bathroom.
You’re just returning from a trip to the porcelain throne, wiping the corner of your mouth, only to hear your name once you pass the ward matron desk.
“Oi, ministry man is looking for you,” one of your fellow healers says, jerking their thumb back towards the ward matron’s desk.
You whip your head around to see a sharply dressed man standing at the desk, seemingly annoying your ward matron. He’s older and gray; there’s something familiar about his face.
It clicks–he’s Sebastian’s superior officer.
The blood drains from your face as you walk towards him, hands clenched in fists. “Can I help you?”
He says your name, bowing his head slightly. “Augustus Green, we’ve met before. You’re Sallow’s fiancee, aren’t you?”
“Is he alright?” you ask, panicking. You instinctively press a hand to your stomach.
“Oh goodness, I should’ve started with that,” he admits sheepishly. “Sallow is fine, no cause for alarm. I’m here to summon you for an appearance at the office.”
“Summon? Me?” you gape up at him.
“All the information is here,” Green says impatiently, handing you a manilla folder. “And a letter for your matron to excuse you from your duties.”
It’s all a blur from there, the ward matron clicking her tongue disapprovingly when you hand over the letter. With that task out of the way, Officer Green starts herding you to the closest floo flame. It feels as if he’s got you by the back of your robe, pulling you into the green fire. You grip the manilla folder tighter, swallowing down the vomit in your throat. Floo travel is safe while pregnant, but certainly not comfortable.
When your eyes open, you’re standing in an unfamiliar office. You know where you are though–the ministry, the DMLE office specifically. The furnishings match Sebastian’s office, except this one is clearly larger. There’s a woman organizing files in the corner, quickly standing to greet Officer Green on his return.
“Marlene, put a kettle on, why don’t you?” Green huffs, walking over to his chair. “And summon the task force team. Meeting in my office.”
You cross your arms over your chest–it’s Marlene of all people, one of Sebastian’s former flings. She gives you a phony smile, eyes flitting down to the diamond ring on your left hand.
Well, you suppose the crestfallen look on her face makes the trip to the ministry worthwhile.
As Marlene passes through the doorway, a group of aurors makes their way inside. A few unfamiliar faces, but then three of your favorites–Andrew Larson, Everett Clopton, and Sebastian. Sebastian is giving you a proud grin, chest puffed out. You haven’t seen him in nearly two weeks, and his once sparse beard is now growing thick. It takes all of your self control to not throw yourself into his arms, relieved to see that your fiance is still well after being away for so long.
The aurors line up against the wall, awaiting instructions.
“I’m sure you’re wondering why we’ve asked you here,” Green states, folding his hands on his desk. “We’re assembling a task force team to work on a sensitive case. We normally wouldn’t operate on foreign soil, but considering the abductee is a British citizen–”
“Pardon, abductee?” You interrupt.
“Yes, details will be in your briefing.” Officer Green states, pointing down to the folder in your hands. “Our officers have spent the last few months tracking the smaller units of an international dragon breeding ring. They’ve gotten sloppy since we’ve started apprehending their top breeders, and have since retreated to their home base in Norway. A British citizen has been abducted by the ring leaders of the operation, likely due to her expansive knowledge on Norwegian Ridgebacks. Miss Sweeting is a well known magizoologist–”
Your throat goes dry, and for the first time in days, your stomach is churning from anxiety, not from morning sickness.
“Miss Sweeting was abducted from her home–sign of forced entry, her wand and personal effects were found littered throughout the property. Our auror department has uncovered evidence that leads us to believe the criminals are keeping her on hand with the dragons to provide guidance in their breeding efforts.”
Officer Green carries on. “The task force comprises several of our best aurors, some of which were classmates of Miss Sweeting and have a personal interest in her safety. You were recommended to join the task force by Officer Sallow,” Green continues. “Considering your relationship to Miss Sweeting, and experience with dragons in the past.”
You blink at the senior officer, mouth agape. “But I’m only a healer, sir.”
“A healer will be extraordinarily important for a mission like this,” Green points out. “With the imminent danger–”
“You saved half the department once,” Andrew Larson blurts. “Rather have you on our team if we’re facing dragons and dark wizards in one go.”
The room dissolves into nervous giggles as Green swats at Andrew. Sebastian, however, is completely unphased, smiling at you as if he’s signed you up for a field trip, not a mission across international lines to save one of your best friends. If Poppy wasn’t the one in danger, you probably would’ve wrung his neck by now.
“As I was saying before Mr. Larson so rudely interrupted,” Green rolled his eyes. “We need a healer on the task force. We will pay you for any days missed at your regular shift, and a bonus upon return. That, and all accommodations in Norway–”
“I’m sorry, Norway?” you ask, dumbfounded.
“Yes, where we believe the perpetrators are keeping Miss Sweeting to assist in the breeding of their dragons.” Green interjects, tapping the briefing folder again. “We have a portkey scheduled to depart in an hour. Please review your folder beforehand.”
You hardly listen to the rest of the briefing. The rational side of your brain is screaming at you to tell the truth–you’re pregnant, the healers just said to limit international travel, and you hardly think you should be jumping into battle with a dragon breeding ring in your condition. Is portkey travel even safe during pregnancy?
Your thoughts scream at you as Green dismisses the room; before your brain even registers movement, your feet are scuffling towards Sebastian’s office. He’s standing at his desk, two large duffle bags side by side. You shut the door with trembling hands.
“I took the liberty of purchasing some things you’ll need,” he says cheerfully, digging through the bag. You hold out your arms as he pushes a pair of trousers and a shirt into them. “Some wool stockings and your base layers, it’ll be cold, that’s for sure…” he trails off.
“Sebastian,” you swallow thickly. “Sebastian, I–”
“I’m sorry if this is coming across as a surprise.” Sebastian shucks off his jacket, unbuttoning his shirt. “That, and for being gone for so long. It was all hands on deck with the case; I’ve been bunking up in here with Larson and Clopton. You have no idea how badly I want to be home.” he groans, slipping a new undershirt on.
Your brain is frazzled. You want to be angry at him, to be worried, but your heart is thumping in your chest. It’s been too long since you’ve seen him, and you’ve been worried sick. Your body’s first instinct is to wrap your arms around him and inhale his familiar scent.
Sebastian laughs when you do so, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I know, Pet. As soon as this is done and dusted and we’ve got Poppy home, things can go back to normal.” he murmurs against your hair.
You nuzzle your face deeper into his chest, inhaling his cedar cologne. “Are you sure this is safe? I'm not in dueling shape.” you admit sheepishly. In your youth, you would’ve charged into combat headfirst without warning–years of working in St. Mungo's has you untrained.
Sebastian laughs, his beard tickling your face. “Safe? You’re the best duelist I know–besides myself, of course. You’ll be fine. Besides, we mostly need you for healing purposes. That magic of yours works a trick on burns. Remember–”
“In the Undercroft, when you accidentally blew up a barrel of mead.” you snort at the memory. It hadn’t been funny then, watching Sebastian writhe on the floor from the burns. You’d fallen at his side, instinctively using your ancient magic to siphon the pain. He was healed in a matter of seconds, and it set you on the trajectory to become a healer.
“Precisely.” Sebastian licks his lips. “That, and to be with Poppy. I’m sorry, I wish I could have told you sooner, but we weren’t allowed to say.” He pulls a wand from his desk–Poppy’s wand, white ash wood with a swirling handle–and presses it into your hands. “You should hold on to it, for safekeeping. You can give it to her once we rescue her.”
You look up at his chocolate brown eyes, lids dotted with freckles. You want to tell him–you need to tell him–
“What’s wrong?” Sebastian pouts. “You’ve always said you wanted to come to work with me.”
You open your mouth, trying to find the words, but you can’t. You’ll be fine, you think. What’s one more trip? Besides, you’ll do anything to ensure Poppy is safe.
“I don’t like your beard.” you blurt.
Sebastian roars with laughter, rubbing his jawline. “I knew you’d hate it; Clopton and Larson were egging me on to grow it out. I don't have a razor here; I promise I’ll shave it when I get home. Now, come on, let’s get you dressed all warm and snug. We've got a portkey to catch.”
“I’m sorry–I thought I had your size memorized.” Sebastian mutters, helping you unlace your corset.
You wince, a low hiss coming out from your lips as you let the offending garment fall to the ground. Assessing your torso in the blurred mirror, you can see lines from the whalebone pins left in your skin. Your hand instinctively rubs over your stomach silently apologizing to the babe inside of you for being squished all afternoon.
“The portkey couldn’t just drop us off here, at the inn?” You complain, slipping one of Sebastian’s clean shirts over your head.
“We couldn’t draw attention to ourselves, you know that,” Sebastian tuts. “Besides, I thought you enjoyed hiking?”
“I enjoy hiking when it's planned.” you groan, falling back against the bed. “Almost thought I’d ask Andrew to cart me up the mountain.”
Sebastian starts unlacing your boots, letting the heavy shoes fall to the floor. Your woolen stockings are peeled off next, laid out next to the fireplace to stay warm. He carefully unlaces and works your trousers off your legs, draping them over a stool.
“I am sorry.” Sebastian says, climbing into bed next to you. Your muscles are sore, legs like jelly after the long trek. Knowing this, he pulls your legs into his lap, working his thumbs into your calves to massage them. “I thought it might be fun.”
You snort. “Fun? Sebastian, we’re on a mission to find Poppy, who's been taken hostage by dragon dealers. That hardly sounds like fun.” Your head falls back against the pillows, which have definitely seen better days.
“I know, but they were looking for a healer to join the force, and I knew you were the right person.” Sebastian reminds you, nimble fingers moving down to massage your sore feet. “Besides, it’s kind of fun to work together, isn’t it? Reminds me of the good old days.”
“Ah, yes, the good old days.” you parrot back to him. “Us, running like vigilantes around the highlands. Stealing bounty from old chests, blasting away at acromantulas.”
“What can I say? We were spirited teenagers.” Sebastian chuckles. His fingers slow, making deliberate circles in the arch of your foot. “I wanted us to have one more good adventure before we settled down, got married.”
You prop yourself up on your elbows, raising an eyebrow at him. “We won’t have adventures after we’re married? Thanks for the vote of confidence.” you jest.
“You know what I mean,” Sebastian shrugs. “After we’re married and we’ve got kids in the house, we’ll be boring old parents.” he wrinkles his nose. “Might as well bank up a few good stories for the children while we still can.”
Your smile falters. “Do you really think we’ll be that boring?”
“We’ll have to be, won’t we?” Sebastian sighs. “I’ll probably take some time off after the baby is born, of course. And when I’m back to work, I’ll ask to be reassigned to low risk cases. So, in the meantime, I’ll enjoy all the tough stuff while I still can.”
You should tell him. You really do need to tell him.
You don’t.
He sounds so glum, trading in a life of adventure and danger for nappies and lullabies. Perhaps his interest in fatherhood was just spurred by the renewal of your relationship. It makes sense that he’d start thinking more clearly now that it’s been nearly a year together. Merlin, maybe he’s already bored of the little life you’ve created together–the house on a hill, far from the bustling city. The logical side of your brain reminds you that Sebastian loves you, dotes on you, hand and foot (quite literally, the man is still massaging your feet). Yet the irrational side of your brain, likely flooded with pent-up hormonal energy, reminds you that he hasn’t been home in days .
“You still love me, right?” Gods, the words sound pathetic coming out of your mouth.
“Of course I do.” Sebastian’s eyes widen. “How could you think otherwise?”
“It’s nothing.” you say quickly, waving him off. “Just a stupid intrusive thought.”
Sebastian clicks his tongue, pushing your legs from his lap. You stay, perched on your elbows, watching him move in between your legs. With a mischievous smile, Sebastian picks up your foot, pressing a kiss to your ankle.
“Then it seems I’ll have to work extra hard to put those thoughts to bed,” Sebastian whispers lowly. His tongue laves circles up your calf, eyes trained on you while his mouth moves up, up, up your thigh.
“You colleagues are in the other room.” You croak.
“We have magic, don’t we?” Sebastian teases. “ Silencio should do the trick, unless I’ve made you forget basic spellcasting.”
“Shut up,” you mumble, trying to hide the laugh bubbling in your throat.
It’s against your better judgment, but you reach over to the side table to grab your wand. Flicking it at the door, you mutter the silencing charm under your breath. The room suddenly feels like a bubble, no noise from the outside world permitted in, and vice versa.
“We can’t go crazy,” you whimper as Sebastian takes a deliberate lick, pressing a kiss to your center. A moan slips from your mouth, head crashing against the flat pillows. “We have to wake up– oh, yes, right there –ugh, Sebastian, we have to wake up early.”
Sebastian grins, teeth grazing your skin lightly as he presses a languid kiss to the crease of your thigh. “I won’t keep you awake too long.” he promises, before diving back between your legs.
Sebastian knows you–almost a little too well, you think. Somehow he knows the sex you need is tender and soft, his hips rocking into yours while he whispers how much he missed you, how he longs to come home to your bed. His hand ghosts over your abdomen, but you quickly pull it up to your lips, pressing soft kisses to his worn knuckles. When he comes, face buried in your neck, he can't stop telling you how much he loves you. It isn't long before Sebastian drifts to sleep, lightly snoring against your skin with his arms wrapped around you. His beard tickles your shoulders, but you’ve missed him too much to push him away.
You flick your wrist at the candles, quickly extinguishing the fire. With only pale moonlight streaming in through threadbare curtains, you pull the blankets up to your neck, focusing on Sebastian’s steady breathing.
Steady. Unwavering (except the time that you broke up…well, he’s more than made up for that by now). Dependable, devoted. Sebastian is going to make the most amazing father. You shut your drooping eyelids, reassuring yourself that Sebastian will be excited when you finally get to share your news.
“I'm freezing.” you spit out, shivering from the cold air.
“We’ve been waiting for hours,” Everett complains, recasting an anti-fogging spell on his glasses. “Larson should’ve made contact by now.”
“We have to stick to the plan,” Sebastian bites back. “Larson was to make contact with the dealers, send a signal leading to his location. If he didn’t by sundown, we’d abandon the post and go back to the inn.”
While Sebastian had kept you busy the night prior, Andrew had gone undercover. Your sweet Ravenclaw friend is unassuming, and quite the actor it seems–he reported at breakfast to say the breeders had given him coordinates to a meeting point, where he’d be given the opportunity to purchase a Norwegian Ridgeback dragon egg. Poking at his poached egg, Andrew assured the group that he’d send a patronus signal for back up once he’d identified the location of the operation.
Waiting for Andrew’s signal is excruciating, the better half of the day spent sitting around a now nearly burnt out campfire. You were pacing back and forth in the snow, drumming your fingers against your throat. While you’re sure Andrew can hold his own (he has for years now, Sebastian tells you–a surprisingly astute duellist, much improved from his days in Crossed Wands) you hate the idea of your cheerful blond friend being alone.
Sebastian stands up, brushing snow from his pants. “It’ll be dark soon,” he muses. “We should start heading down to the inn soon.”
Your eyes widen. “And leave Andrew?”
“Andrew is an auror, Pet.” Sebastian reminds you. “One of our best. He’ll be just fine getting down the mountain on his own.”
“If he needed back up, he would’ve called by now.” Everett tries to assure you, wiping his fogged up glasses again. “Gosh, I hope we’re only here another day or so–I fear my chomping cabbages are dead by now, I’ve been away from home for too long.”
“We can’t possibly leave him,” you gasp, stomping your foot in the snow. “I won’t allow it.”
Sebastian opens his mouth to argue with you, but clamps it shut when the sky darkens.
“Take cover!” he roars, grabbing you and tackling you to the snow. You gasp, curling into him as he rolls you behind a collection of boulders. In seconds, Everett has joined you. His mouth is hanging open, staring up at the massive dark spot soaring above you.
“Sweet mother of Merlin,” Everett gasps. “Is that–”
“A Norwegian Ridgeback,” Sebastian grunts, tucking you in tighter to his chest. “A young one, based on the size, but still dangerous.”
Peeking over Sebastian’s shoulder, you can see a young dragon soaring overhead. You can see the cracked collar, chains hanging from its neck. The poor beast is clawing at the collar, a high pitched squeal coming from its mouth as it flaps its wings. When its jaw opens, you can see the flames curling up from the back of its throat. Sebastian backs into you, an arm curling around your waist to keep you shielded from the heat.
“Protego!” you hear a familiar voice scream.
“You’re fucking kidding me,” Sebastian spits out. He peeks around the boulder, eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets as his jaw falls open. You stand to sneak a peek, equally shocked at the sight before you.
Andrew is running, bloodied with gashes in his clothes. His blond hair is matted down and you’re not sure if it’s from blood or melted snow. Wand extended, Andrew casts a shield charm to protect himself from the fire and waves of green curses. His arm is looped through a short brunette’s, her wrists bound in goblin-forged silver cuffs. It’s Poppy, who is yelling at Andrew to avoid hurting the young dragon. Several breeders are chasing after them, firing curse after curse on Andrew’s heels.
“A little help here!” Andrew roars, waving his arm the second he spots his colleagues.
The aurors break into action with little hesitation. Sebastian and Everett waste no time sprinting towards their partner. It feels like you’ve barely had a second to blink before the flashes of red and green start clashing around you. Sebastian jumps to avoid a well-aimed shot, rolling to the ground before firing a countercurse at his attacker. His hair is covered in powdery snow, cheeks red from the cold as he fires off a defensive spell set. You watch him, mouth agape, barely registering his voice calling out your name.
“Get Poppy out of here!” Sebastian hollers. “Both of you, before the dragon circles back!”
Right, you think, shaking out of your stupor. You run, feet slowed by the snow, towards your friend. She grabs your hands as soon as you reach her, staring at you in a panic.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Poppy shrieks.
Over her shoulder, you can see one of the breeders teeing up a spell. With ease, you raise a boulder from behind him to knock him down the hill. In doing so, you’ve drawn attention to yourself, the other breeders realizing that you’re a bigger threat than anticipated.
“Here for you,” you assure her. “Come on, let’s go.”
“You shouldn’t be here,” Poppy panics. “I got your letter, the morning they broke into my flat–”
“That’s the least important thing right now,” you screech, firing off a countercurse; the rebound is so strong, both of you are nearly knocked off your feet.
“But the baby!” Poppy shouts. “This isn’t safe!”
“Now is hardly the time to be scolding me,” you argue, panting as you channel your ancient magic to disintegrate one of your attackers. “The baby will be fine, I’m more worried about you!”
“What the bloody hell are you two talking about?”
Now you’ve really let the cat out of the bag, you think between spell combinations. You pause in place, braid whipping through the wind, to see Sebastian staring at you across the way. His eyes are as wide as saucers, blinking rapidly as his mouth opens and shuts.
“Congratulations, guys!” Everett yells sarcastically, glasses now fully fogged from the fighting. “Think we can discuss this another time?”
“You’re pregnant?” Sebastian shrieks.
“I’ve been trying to tell you,” you pant, dodging a curse, “but you’ve been gone, I only just found out the day before you left–”
“We have to get you out of here!” Sebastian panics, running towards you from across the field. “You’re pregnant! This is unsafe!”
“We don’t have time for this conversation!” You roar, casting confringo on the poachers drawing near.
“Careful with the heat, it’ll be bad for the baby!” Sebastian chides, but you roll your eyes.
“You got me into this mess, Sallow! Both messes, I might add.” You say through gritted teeth. It’s true–he’s the one who got you pregnant in the first place, and then volunteered you to join a covert mission. Honestly, you might find his rapid shift in attitude hilarious if you weren’t being rained down upon by flames and curses.
“We had sex, is that bad for the baby?” Sebastian asks. “For him? Or her? Oh Merlin, what if it’s a girl–”
“I’m sorry,” Everett raises a brow, sidestepping a diffindo that had been thrown his way. “The two of you were shagging last night when we were supposed to be preparing for a mission?”
“You two are disgusting!” Andrew spits, casting stupefy on his assailant.
“Can someone please figure out a way to get me out of these cuffs?” Poppy roars, shaking her still shackled wrists. “And does anyone have my wand by any chance?”
You curse under your breath, wiggling Poppy’s wand out of your too-tight breeches. She grasps her wand with both hands, wincing as you channel your ancient magic into snapping the metal. Her wrists are rubbed raw from spending weeks in chains, but she shakes them out as she reacquaints herself with her wand.
The sky goes dark again; the dragon circles in the air, flapping wings causing the entire battle to cease while everyone braces in the snow.
“You need to get out of here,” Sebastian hisses. “I’m begging you–”
“And leave you here, with this lot and the dragon? Absolutely not.” you snap. “The father of my child needs to see another day.”
“Hello!” Everett screams. “There’s still a fight going on here, if the two of you haven’t– ouch !”
Both of you turn your heads to see Everett laying in the snow, groaning. One of the breeders is stomping towards him, twirling his wand in hand. Nostrils flared, you push Sebastian aside and aim your wand. With barely even a flick, the man is thrown back against the snow, a disconcerting crack ringing through the air.
Not your boys , you think. You plan to see all of these aurors back to London, alive and without injury.
“Poppy,” you yell, firing basic casts at the approaching breeders. “Can you secure the dragon?”
“Working on it!” Poppy’s voice is muffled, her wand between her teeth. You can see her, your little firecracker of a friend, trying to scale the rocks to get closer to the dragon. As the country’s leading expert on dragons, you hope she’ll have the dragon under control before long. She’s babbling towards the beast, cooing reassuring words as it snorts steam.
“Bertie, calm down.” You hear Poppy cluck at the dragon, her hands held high. “It’ll be alright–”
Andrew, who has foregone his wand, punches one of the breeders squarely in the nose. Shaking his hand out, he turns back to Poppy. “Bertie? Bertie, who you were droning on about while I was trying to rescue you, is the damn dragon?” he yells. “The one who was trying to kill us just a bit earlier?”
“I was alone!” Poppy shrieks back. “You try being alone with just dragons for two weeks, you would start naming them too! And he was not trying to kill us, he’s just afraid–”
“Shut up!” Sebastian hollers. “Can you two behave?”
Sebastian is shouting at both Andrew and Poppy, and doesn’t see the breeder approaching from his left. His arm is raised, a knowing smirk on his phase as he brandishes his wand at your fiance. Sebastian is too preoccupied with scolding his subordinate to notice the flickering red tip of the breeder’s wand, teeing up what you can only imagine is the cruciatus curse.
You don’t have time to shriek. Instead, you feel your anger bubbling up through your fingertips, the telltale signs of your ancient magic starting to spill from your hands. You’re running, wand arm raised, about to attack when you feel the wind knocked out of your lungs. Your body betrays you, losing balance as you crumple to the snow with no control. There’s a sharp ache in your head, ears ringing as you try to make sense of what’s going on. As if life is stuck in slow motion, you see a sizable boulder plop into the snow next to you.
A fucking rock. You’ll be damned if you let a rock take you out.
Trying to stand, your knees buckle beneath you. The sharp ache in your head starts pounding, and you can’t stop blinking your bleary eyes. Fingers grazing your temple, you’re shocked at the slippery sensation on your fingertips. Droplets of bright red dot the pristine white snow, and despite your fuzzy vision, you can tell that it's your own blood on your hands.
“Oh, shit.” you slur.
It feels like you’re underwater (a sensation you know well from the Keeper’s trials during your fifth year). Things are slower, soupier almost. You can see Sebastian’s head turn when another auror shouts at him, and he narrowly misses a flurry of red bolts aimed at him from one of the attackers. Skidding in the snow, Sebastian fires a counter curse that knocks the breeder off the edge of the cliff.
Someone is shouting your name, and Sebastian turns his head. You think you’ll remember the look of horror on his face forever, a twisted grimace as he dashes towards you. You want to sit up, but your body says otherwise–your head is pounding, and perhaps it’ll feel better if you sleep. Sebastian is patting your cheeks with cold hands, repeating your name like a prayer as you hear the commotion ensue behind the two of you.
“Stay with me,” Sebastian pleads. “I’m sorry–”
You don’t hear anything after that.
When you open your eyes, you’re in St. Mungo’s. Specifically, the intensive care unit, your own ward.
“What the hell?” you mumble, leaning up on your elbows.
“Oh thank Merlin, you’re awake.” Sebastian sighs with relief. You turn to look at the brunette next to you–his head is in his hands, dark waves unkempt and tangled from sleep. His beard is the longest you’ve ever seen it, shaggy and uncombed. After taking in a deep breath, he launches himself to your bed, fingers pressed against your pulse. Once he’s determined that you are in fact well, he presses a firm kiss to your forehead.
“Is the–”
“The baby is alright,” Sebastian smiles. “Healers have been checking on you two probably twice an hour for the last two days.”
“Two days?” you gape. “I’ve been out for two days?”
“It was a nasty hit.” Sebastian shudders. “I was so worried about you, I haven’t been able to sleep,” he admits. The chair next to you has become his little nest; bundles of blankets are tossed on the floor, a hospital grade pillow squished into the back of the chair.
“What happened?” you wince as you sit up. Sebastian immediately places more pillows behind your back, handing you a cup of water from the night stand. “Is everyone alright?”
“Everyone is alright,” Sebastian assures you. “Everett broke his arm, but that was quick to mend. Andrew looked like a champion prizefighter, that’s for sure. I think he likes the black eye, he thinks it makes him a bit more popular amongst the ladies at the pub.”
“And Poppy?” You ask between gulps. Merlin, you really must have been out for two days–you’re positively parched. Before you can set the cup down, Sebastian casts aguamenti and you’re happily sipping once more.
“Safe and healthy.” Sebastian promises. “Let’s just say Bertie the dragon really bonded with Poppy while they were imprisoned together. He made quick work of the breeders.”
You blink at your fiance, brows furrowed as you try to make sense of his comment. When he bares his teeth and clicks his jaw open and shut, you cover your mouth with your hands.
“He ate them?” you gape.
“Well, it was us or the breeders.” Sebastian scoffs. “Better them than me.”
“I suppose that’s why the dragon was chasing after Andrew,” you muse. “He thought Andrew was trying to kidnap Poppy, not save her.”
“Spot on.” Sebastian laughs. “Speaking of, there are some people who’d like to see you.”
The door opens, and your friends spill through the door as if they’ve been waiting right outside the entire time. The normally stoic Anne runs to you, clutching your forearm. Ominis stands over her, pressing a long kiss to the top of your head.
“I can’t believe the two of you.” Ominis shakes his head. “Battling a dragon in the first trimester.”
Sebastian furrows his brow. “Hey–I wouldn’t have asked if I’d known.”
“And I would’ve gone regardless.” You declare, pulling Sebastian’s hand into your own.
Andrew, Everett, and Poppy file into the room after your sister and brother-in-law. Everett has his arm in a sling, while Andrew still looks like hell. Poppy has a few bandages on her hands, but she easily slides down at your side next to Anne. The brunette girl gives you a teary eyed smile, mouthing her thanks.
“First mission and you get taken out by a damn boulder.” Andrew laughs. His knuckles are bruised and cut, black eye starting to go green around the edges. “I thought you’d be an asset to the team, but you ended up a liability.”
“Oh shush,” you wave him off, pressing your hand to the soft edge of your belly. “You needed me.”
“That we did,” Everett says softly, squeezing your hand. “Thank you. I would’ve been clobbered off the cliff if it weren’t for you.”
“I can’t believe you volunteered to come along pregnant.” Andrew blurts. “Are you insane?”
“It was for Poppy.” You admit, winking at your favorite magizoologist. “I’d do anything for her.”
“Well, I must demand that you start relaxing.” Poppy declares. “You shouldn’t lift a finger for the rest of your pregnancy. If Sallow volunteers you for any missions, Bertie will take his head–you have my word.”
“Rest assured she won’t be doing anything but relaxing from now on.” Sebastian says firmly, crossing his arms. “I’ve already had a discussion with the ward matron about your leave of absence–”
You hold your hand up. “Sebastian, I’m not going to stop working. You know that.”
“You’re going to take a few weeks off to rest,” Sebastian continues. “Trust me, the matron told me they’ve had enough of your puking.”
You lick your lips, eyes roving the room as you take in the scene. It’s all of your favorite people in one room, the people your child will know best. You imagine your child growing up with them–visits from Aunt Poppy and her wild beasts, dinners with Andrew and Everett. You swallow thickly imagining Anne and Ominis doting over your newborn, and tears begin to prick at the corners of your eyes.
“Are you tired?” Sebastian’s voice brings you back down to ear, his gentle murmur in your ear.
You nod, squeezing his hand.
“We’ll all be off, then.” Ominis announces. “Anne and I will get started on planning your elopement.”
You wipe at your eyes, which are now properly tearing up. “You don’t need to plan our wedding.” You let out a watery laugh.
“You’ll have the best wedding.” Anne assures you. “Certainly better than ours; I still remember Sebastian’s dates fighting on the dance floor–”
“I think that’s a story for another time,” Sebastian interjects hastily. “My wife is tired, she should get some rest.”
The motley crew files out of your hospital room, each promising to follow up with you in the days to come. Ominis has to practically tear Anne away from you, your sister-in-law spouting questions about wedding cakes while her husband pushes her out the door. He winks an unseeing eye at the two of you, his best friends, before the door clicks shut.
Immediately, Sebastian is climbing into your bed, wrapping his arms around your waist.
“We’re having a baby.” Sebastian says softly, his large palm flattening over your belly. “You’re having our baby.”
“We’re having a baby.” You echo, turning to him in the bed. The hospital beds at St. Mungo’s aren’t big by any means, and Sebastian will have a backache if he sleeps with you–but it doesn’t look like he’s planning on going anywhere.
Sebastian’s eyes are trained on you, hungrily taking in every detail of your face. “I can’t wait,” he garbles out, eyes watery. “You’re giving me a family. Gods, I’ll never be able to make it up to you.”
“Make what up to me?” You ask gently, pressing a palm to his cheek. Tears start streaming down his face, sniffling his freckled nose.
“For everything . Dragging you into a mission with a fucking dragon,” Sebastian laughs. “For tackling you on the mountain. Being gone for nearly two weeks, not giving you the opportunity to tell me. For wasting so much time–for not making you my wife earlier. Merlin, if I hadn’t been such a bonehead five, six years ago, things could’ve been so different–”
You press a fingertip to his lips. “I won’t have them any other way,” you whisper. “I’m so happy. You’re happy, aren’t you? You’re not upset?”
Sebastian laughs harder, shaking his head. “I couldn’t be happier. I’m going to be a father.” he says gleefully. “How could I possibly be upset?”
You chew on your lower lip. “The night I meant to tell you, you said something about us waiting until after the wedding. And at the inn, you seemed so worried that we’d be boring once we had a baby. Rather thought I was ruining your plans for us.”
Sebastian shakes his head. “I can't believe I ruined the surprise. Darling, I was being an absolute cad that night; I can't believe I didn't see it coming. You'd made my favorite dinner, and I turned it down for a sausage roll.” he says dramatically, shaking his head. “And I’m sorry about what I said at the inn. Pet, you and I could never be boring. Not while we’re together.”
“And you’ll be okay getting married earlier?” you ask nonchalantly, drawing circles on his chest. “Even if it wrecks our plans for a spring wedding?”
“I’ll marry you tomorrow if you let me.” Sebastian murmurs. “Fuck the plans. The only thing that matters to me is our family.”
You pull Sebastian into a hug, face nuzzling into his beard. He’s whispering into your ear–promising to shave his beard, to finish the flooring in the second bedroom as soon as he’s back home. He’ll take a few weeks off now that this case is over, and perhaps he’ll apply for low-risk cases now that he’s a father. He talks about your wedding, about how you can still get married in the center of Feldcroft if he can conjure enough tents.
Your eyelids are drooping, head resting against his chest when you think back to the topic of weddings.
“Earlier when Anne was talking about her and Ominis’s wedding–you had two dates?” you ask sleepily. “What was that about?”
Sebastian lets out a roar of a laugh, pressing his lips against your hair. “A story for another time. It’ll make you laugh, I promise.” he assures you. “I’ll tell you when you wake up.”
You nod, shutting your eyes. Tucked into Sebastian’s arms, you fall asleep against his chest.
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it's a sign of the times
Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC
Rating: PG
Word Count: 3.2K
Summary: request [paraphrased]: "Rivals-to-lovers Sebastian and MC use a Time-Turner to travel to the future with Ominis in search for a cure for Anne. Instead they find a girl who's the spitting image of MC trying to sneak into the Restricted Section in the 1910s, only she has freckles like Sebastian..."
the 'verse continues in "the train ain't even left the station" [AO3]
“Anne-Marie Sallow!” she calls out. “Just where do you think you’re going?”
At once, the three of you freeze.
“Did she say ‘Sallow?’” hisses Ominis. “Did I hear that right?”
“I – no. No,” Sebastian stammers. “There’s no way that’s what she said.”
“Can you please remind me again why I’m even a part of this harebrained scheme?” you ask for at least the third time.
You’re crouched around a small table in one of the far corners of the upper section of the Library. It’s well past curfew, but since you aren’t technically breaking any rules by avoiding the Restricted Section, you’re currently getting away with your loitering, as do most students who are caught studying after hours this close to final exams.
Only, you’re not studying. You’ve been summoned there by Ominis, who despite being your closest friend at Hogwarts is also a conniving, duplicitous liar who neglected to tell you that this whole thing is Sebastian’s idea.
You watch warily as he turns over a contraband Time-Turner in his hands, inspecting its impossibly small dials and knobs. The golden sands inside the hourglass hypnotically shift back and forth while he reads over its inscriptions and consults the guidebook he’d smuggled out of the Restricted Section earlier that same day.
You have no idea where he managed to get the device – perhaps in one of those vaults along the coast in Cragcroftshire that he’d been exploring during the summer term. However, now he’s got it in his head that perhaps the reason you haven’t been able to heal Anne is that the cure to her curse simply hasn’t been invented yet. Therefore, a quick jaunt several years into the future ought to reveal a way to rid Anne of her illness (and maybe even earn his way back into her good graces).
It’s not the first ludicrous and impractical idea he’s had in the past year, nor will it be the last, but it’s certainly one of the more radical ones.
“Merlin’s beard, I’ve already told you,” Sebastian sighs. “Since we’re going forward in time rather than back, this is an unauthorized use, and in case we get stuck in the future, we might need your ancient magic.”
“So I’m an insurance policy?!” you demand.
“Not so much for Sebastian as for me,” Ominis answers plainly. “He thinks he’s got it all sorted out, but I’m not as sure.”
“I know what I’m doing,” Sebastian interjects.
You huff and roll your eyes. “Need I remind you that using a Time-Turner to go forward is expressly forbidden by the Ministry? It’s only to go back.”
“Loads of people have done it, though,” he argues. “I’ve been reading all about it, it’s well-documented.”
“And they’ve all come back to the present?” you demand.
“Yes,” he snaps. “...For the most part.”
You scoff. Unbelievable.
“Do you two honestly think my magic is just an unlimited get-out-of-Azkaban-free pass?” you hiss. “I have no idea how to manipulate time and space. If we get stuck there, we’re stuck there.”
“I’m sure you’ll figure something out like you always do,” Sebastian mutters distractedly as he fiddles with the Time-Turner.
You glance at Ominis pleadingly and he just shrugs.
“You know we can’t let him go alone, we’ll never get him back,” Ominis reasons.
“Is that such a bad thing?” you grumble.
Sebastian shoots you a warning look before he holds up the Time-Turner for the both of you to inspect.
“I have it set to jump forward twenty years,” he explains. “We’ll have to get cozy before we go, as we’ve all got to be wearing it. Physically, we’ll land precisely where we are now, at the same time of day.”
“What if the layout of the Library changes?” you ask skeptically.
“The castle hasn’t changed in centuries,” Ominis points out. “Compared to its history, two decades is indeed quite short.”
“...Fine,” you finally mumble. “Go on, then. Let’s get this over with.”
The three of you stand in a tight circle in a spot tucked away behind some shelves, hoping to remain hidden there after you make the jump forward in time. Sebastian drapes the thin gold chain connected to the Time-Turner around the three of you; it even seems to stretch and extend in length to fit. Then he murmurs a brief incantation to the enchanted timepiece and spins the innermost piece a whopping twenty times.
Your stomach lurches while it turns over and the world around you seems to spin out of control, almost like one of those Muggle carousel rides you saw once as a child. You can barely make out years and years of students and professors walking around you – through you, even – and countless books sliding on and off the shelves until everything comes to a sudden halt and you fall straight to the floor.
Ominis and Sebastian tumble with you, winded.
“That felt bizarre,” Ominis wheezes. “Where are we? Did we travel anywhere?”
“N-no,” Sebastian breathes. “Everything else just… traveled around us.”
You glance around the Library and see that as Ominis had suggested, it looks largely the same. There are some newer books among those you recognize on the shelves, their spines less creased and dyed with more vibrant colors than those of your time.
One title jumps out at you: Advances in Practical Conjuring, 1900-1910
We’re in the 1910s, you think bewilderedly. We’re in a new century.
Mercifully, the layout of the library seems to be largely unchanged. Rows and rows of dimly lit stacks stretch along the length of the grand room with two winding spiral staircases leading down to the lower level.
Once you catch your breath, the three of you cast Disillusionment on yourselves and huddle together to make your way downstairs to the Restricted Section. Ominis leads the way with his wand extended to search for any lingering students or restless ghosts, having long since proven that his spatial awareness bests both yours and Sebastian’s even without his sight.
Your trio makes it downstairs and past the first row of shelves before Ominis stops in his tracks. Sebastian collides with him and then you knock into Sebastian, causing you both to hiss some choice words at each other.
“What’s going on?” you demand in a whisper.
“Someone just came in,” Ominis explains. “The librarian is at the desk and she hasn’t noticed, but a student is coming down the stairs.”
Sure enough, across the room you see a faint flicker of light and can just barely make out the outline of a small student sneaking down the main stairs – must be a young one, you think, no more than thirteen.
“I think it’s a girl,” you offer. “I can see her just over there.”
“What’s she doing?” Sebastian whispers.
“I’m not sure yet,” Ominis says carefully. “She’s past the desk, the librarian didn’t see – oh, for Merlin’s sake.”
“What is it?” you breathe.
“She’s going straight for the Restricted Section,” Ominis mutters. “Just our luck, I suppose.”
The three of you remain crouched behind the shelf while you watch the girl creep ever closer to your hiding spot. You’re panicking inside your head, wondering what possible seams of the universe might immediately be torn to shreds if she were to spot the three of you, but thankfully she seems single-minded in her mission to gain access to the locked collection of books across the room from you.
“She’s tiny,” Sebastian snorts. “I suppose the young ones are even more bold in the future.”
“Weren’t you about her age when you first started to sneak into the Restricted Section?” Ominis reminds him.
Sebastian insists, “No, I was fourteen. I didn’t go in until Anne was attacked. She’s got to be twelve at most, maybe even a first year.”
“Will you two be quiet?” you hiss. “She’s going to hear you!”
Across the room, the Disillusioned girl pulls a key out of the pocket of her robes and starts to insert it into the lock. A girl her age wouldn’t have mastered Alohomora yet, you think, nor would it be effective on this kind of lock. You have no idea how she managed to get a copy of the key, however.
“Do you suppose we could just go in after her?” Sebastian proposes. “She’s nearly got it open, we should take advantage of that.”
“Are you mad?” you scoff. “We can’t be in there at the same time, we’ll get caught!”
“So what if some little girl from the future sees us?” Sebastian argues. “Why wouldn’t she believe we’re just students from her time doing our own research?”
But before you can further explain to Sebastian how astonishingly stupid that idea is, the girl across the room gasps softly and drops her key to the floor. In front of her, the lock is glowing red as if it’s searing hot.
That’s a new security development from your time, you think. It’s rather lucky the three of you didn’t discover that the hard way.
Immediately, the young librarian leaps from her seat and hustles across the room to the Restricted Section’s gated entrance much faster than Madam Scribner ever would have.
“Hang on…” you say under your breath. “Is that – that’s Sophronia!”
“Who?” Ominis asks.
“Sophronia Franklin, she’s a fourth-year in our time,” you explain distractedly. “She’s always lingering in the library, of course she takes over for Scribner once we finish school.”
“I know her,” Sebastian chimes in. “Tried to get me to play a game of trivia in exchange for returning a book on curse breaking I’d been waiting for. Rather precocious, I thought.”
You glare at Sebastian and he merely rolls his eyes.
“I didn’t mean it in a flirtatious way, I was referring to her choice in books,” he grumbles. “Merlin, you’re protective of her.”
“She’s a sweet girl,” you murmur, appreciative of the fact that Sebastian can’t see you blushing. Truthfully, you don’t think much about Sophronia these days, other than that she absolutely cannot catch the three of you in her Library as she’ll easily understand what you’re up to.
Before you can try to convince the boys to call it quits and return to the present, Sophronia rounds the corner and the girl’s Disillusionment charm melts away in surprise.
“Anne-Marie Sallow!” she calls out. “Just where do you think you’re going?”
At once, the three of you freeze.
“Did she say ‘Sallow?’” hisses Ominis. “Did I hear that right?”
“I – no. No,” Sebastian stammers. “There’s no way that’s what she said.”
“Apologies, Madam,” you hear the girl say with a cheeky lilt to her voice. “I was just looking for a book for my aunt, that’s all.”
Just then, Sophronia leans down to pick up the dropped key and all three of you catch a glimpse of the young girl’s face. She’s probably around twelve, like Sebastian had guessed, but her face… Merlin, she could be your younger sister.
Her slightly-upturned nose is nearly identical to yours, only she’s got a small smattering of freckles across hers. Then there’s her chin, which juts out just a bit like yours does, and you’re too far away to make out the color of her eyes but you’re positive that they’re almond-shaped just like your own.
Now that you think about it, her hair is tied back like you always did with yours when you were younger – braided with a green bow at the end, only her hair is a rich, warm brown color.
“...Is that you?” Sebastian asks softly. “How. How are you doing this?”
“That’s not me, I’m right here,” you remind him.
“Hold on, what am I missing?” Ominis whispers.
“That girl looks exactly like this one,” Sebastian insists. “She’s got her nose, her eyes, her face shape. It’s like there’s a second-year version of her, standing right across from us.”
“We’re twenty years into the future,” Ominis reminds you both. “...What if she’s your daughter?”
You feel like the room is starting to spin around you again, and you find yourself pitching to the side before Sebastian quickly tugs on your arm and pulls you back behind the shelf.
“Do not go daft on us now,” he mutters. “I don’t care if that is your daughter–”
“She’s your daughter too, you know,” Ominis chimes in. “In case you were wondering.”
“Wh… What?” Sebastian stutters, and Ominis gestures for the two of you to listen in.
“Goodness, Miss Sallow,” Sophronia sighs. “You really are so much like your father, always sneaking into the Restricted Section.”
You watch as the girl puffs up her chest proudly, a mischievous smirk on her face that doesn’t strike you as particularly like you at all – but rather Sebastian.
“I’ll gladly take that as a compliment, Madam Franklin,” Anne-Marie says.
“While I respect that you are both voracious consumers of knowledge, he, like you, had little respect for the rules of the Restricted Section,” Sophronia continues. “I’ll have to ask you to leave until you get permission from a professor for relevant research or turn fifteen.”
Anne-Marie is still arguing with the librarian as she’s being escorted out. “Perhaps if you would just let me borrow the book for a while–”
“I’m afraid I’ll also have to give you detention this time,” Sophronia interjects. “I can’t keep looking the other way simply because I owe your mother a favor. This is the third time this term!”
Anne-Marie huffs and folds her arms. “But my godfather–”
“Your godfather is a very busy man who would undoubtedly appreciate it if you spent more time staying out of trouble,” Sophronia finishes, “than trying to emulate your father. In fact, I think Ominis would agree with me that one Sebastian Sallow in this world is quite enough!”
Well, that certainly clears things up.
Sophoronia marches Anne-Marie up the stairs and out of the library. The three of you, having already forgotten your original mission, put your heads together without a word so Sebastian can drape the Time-Turner around your necks and return you to the present.
You collapse in a heap on the library floor, but this time it’s fully empty – even the librarian’s desk light is extinguished. You sit in silence for a few moments, and you and Sebastian don’t dare look at each other. Eventually you force yourself to stand and offer Ominis a hand up, steadfastly ignoring the other boy.
“So,” Ominis finally says, barely concealing his smile. “When exactly is it, do you suppose, that the two of you fall hopelessly in love with each other?”
You both curse at him at the same time, and Ominis throws back his head and laughs.
“Shout at me all you want, but that little girl is proof that the two of you are destined for each other,” he crows. “Oh, how brilliant!”
“Come now, Ominis,” Sebastian says with a nervous laugh. “You don’t seriously think that girl is, what… our child or something?”
“That’s precisely what I think,” Ominous answers, smirking. “You said it yourself, she looks exactly like her mother.”
“Stop!” you interject. “I’m not anyone’s mother, in case you forgot.”
“Perhaps not yet,” Ominis agrees primly. “I imagine it will be several more years before Sebastian makes you one.”
Sebastian goes deeply red while you sputter indignantly.
“Thats – that’s foul, Ominis,” you insist. “It’s untoward to even be talking about this!”
Sebastian folds his arms and raises an eyebrow. “Really? You’re that offended by the very idea of us having a child together? I’m hurt.”
“W-well, I just meant that we shouldn’t talk about things that haven’t yet come to pass,” you explain nervously. “Besides, all that is years away. Decades, even.”
Sebastian glances sidelong at you, and you wonder if you’re imagining the way he looks you up and down.
“Right,” he says slowly. “It’s not like we know anything for sure, obviously.”
“Of course,” you agree. “...I don’t suppose you have any other family members named Sebastian? Distant relatives, perhaps?”
“Why?” he drawls. “Looking to snag a cousin of mine so I won’t be the one to father your children?”
You shove him right into one of the bookshelves, but he laughs like he doesn’t regret it one bit.
“Now now,” Ominis murmurs. “You ought to be kind to your future husband, you don’t want to damage his virility.”
“I have half a mind to put a dent in Sebastian’s virility right here and now to save me some trouble later,” you reply, casually aiming your wand at his groin.
“Have you gone mad?!” he stammers as he takes several steps backward. “Put that thing away!”
“Oh, will you please relax?” you sigh. “We just saw one of your descendants, your ability to procreate is in no danger.”
“You could still put me in the Hospital Wing,” he sulks. “Besides, it’s not just procreation that I use it for.”
Ominis snorts. “Unfortunately, I am intimately aware of that.”
You make a face while Sebastian grins cheekily, offering no apology.
The three of you start to make your way toward the exit into Central Hall, ignoring the weak protests of the prefects stationed outside. As you make your way back toward the Slytherin common room, you all fall silent again, lost in your thoughts.
You aren’t sure how you’re supposed to forget what you saw, you think. In the future, you have a daughter. Her father is Sebastian Sallow, and… and she’s brilliant. Beautiful, courageous, more than a bit headstrong, and as determined as you both are if not more so.
You catch yourself actually grinning, and when you glance over at Sebastian, you see the same expression on his face.
“Anything you care to share?” you ask him.
“I know we probably shouldn’t talk about it,” he starts, “but there is one thing that girl said that I won’t soon forget.”
“What’s that?” you ask.
He’s quiet for a moment, and then he admits, “I heard her say she’s looking for a book for her aunt, and you haven’t got any sisters.”
You smile softly and reach for Sebastian’s hand. “No, I don’t.”
He lets you take his hand in his to give a reassuring squeeze.
“She’s still alive,” Sebastian says quietly. “She… she’s still sick, probably. But she’s still alive in the future. She meets my daughter, and she knows her.”
“She does,” you say. “And – and maybe we don’t quite know how that happens yet, but you can have a little faith, Sebastian. Things will work out the way they’re supposed to, and Anne will be with us for a long, long time. There’s still plenty of time to make things right again.”
He nods wordlessly but doesn’t drop your hand.
Just before you arrive at your common room, Ominis stops in his tracks.
“Hang on… Her name, Anne-Marie?” he asks you. “That sounds like something Sebastian would have picked. How generous of you.”
“Aww,” Sebastian laughs. “You must be so in love with me by then to let me pick the name.”
You grit your teeth and ignore them as you murmur the password to the giant stone snake guarding the door, hoping to get some well-earned rest and be rid of these boys for the night.
“Don’t worry, darling,” Sebastian says as he ducks around you and slips inside the door. “I’ll let you pick the name for the second one, and we can duel for rights to the third.”
You go running off after Sebastian and holler, “You bastard Sebastian Sallow, how many damn children are you expecting?!”
Ominis quickly pulls the door shut behind him and shakes his head.
“Godfather,” he mutters to himself. “I’ll never know peace, will I?”
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[Get to know more of the Sallow kiddos in "the train ain't even left the station" ❤️]
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seb meeting clora's parents (clive & margaret) for the first time🤭
they come to hogwarts due to clora being kidnapped by ranrok, so seb had to deal with them all on his own LMAO. sorry seb i just love to watch u squirm🙏😇 (from chap 28 of my fic!)
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guess the charm doesn't cancel out all noises... 🥴
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MC: Whooo! All three of us are having fun!
MC: Seb, you're having fun right?!?
Sebastian: Yes!
MC: Ominis are you having fun?!?!
Ominis:
MC:
Sebastian: ...
Sebastian: All two of us are having fun!!
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Yule Ball Oufits (1/?)
Ominis and Sebastian
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Sebastian and his little princess, Anne.
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Nursery Room Bonding
FutureDad!Sebastian Sallow x Reader
Warnings: pregnancy, ultra soft sebastian dealing with his sassy baby, movement
Summary: Just some ultra soft baby kicks for Sebastian
Word Count: 500
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Sebastian slowly wandered through the quiet cottage and off toward the newly built nursery. The afternoon sunlight streamed in, casting a warm glow over everything. With a gentle smile, Sebastian turned his attention to you, sitting comfortably on the newly carved rocking chair he and Ominis had constructed themselves, you pregnant belly cradled in your hands as you happily rock back and forth, humming. You looked up at him with a content expression, knowing he was eager to say hello to the baby. “Just in time,” you tease, looking down at your tummy. “I just finished scolding this little trouble maker for the gymnastics they felt like doing today.”
“Ah sweetheart. They can’t help it.”Sebastian chuckles, kneeling down onto the floor next to you.”They have your adventurous spirit.” He smiles, putting his hand next to yours. He begins to speak to your stomach quietly, his voice filled with both excitement and a touch of playful anticipation. "Hey there, little one. It's your dad, and I've been told its time to have a firm chat with you. Your mother’s been telling me about all the kicking and tumbling you've been up to in there. And while I am sure she loves feeling you present I don’t think she needs it all of the time." He looks up at you, a glint of laughter in his eyes before continuing."You know, your mom and I can't wait to meet you. We've got so many adventures planned – trips to the park to feed the hippogriffs and puffskeins, bedtime stories about all the heroic times I -a brave knight in shining armor- saved your mother- a beautiful princess- from a fire breathing dragon- uncle ominous can get quite cross with us you know- and- “
“And maybe even a bit of mischeif?” You ask, laughing silently. “Stop trying to scare the poor dear about Ominis. He is their Godfather after all. The last thing we need is another you running around and poor Omi responsible for him.”
Sebastian couldn't help but chuckle, imagining the personalities of his unborn child."Your mom is the most amazing woman I've ever met, and you and her both are going to have me wrapped around your little fingers. I can already tell."He spoke with genuine love and excitement "Now I heard a rumor that you are moving for mother. Yet I have not felt so much as the smallest flutter whenever I feel for you in there. How about giving your old man a sign that you're listening? A little kick, maybe?" he said, gently rubbing your belly.
As if on cue, Sebastian felt a subtle movement beneath his hand for the first time. His eyes lit up, and a broad grin spread across his worn and freckled face. "There you go! That's my girl- or boy! We're going to have so much fun together."
You watched Sebastian with adoration, your heart filled with warmth at the sight of the father-to-be connecting with your child.
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Missing Time Pt.2
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Here it is yall, the very unexpectedly highly requested soft part 2 to this request i got.
How do you think Sebastian would react after getting released/escaping Azkaban and finding out MC was pregnant when he got sent away?
Warings: none. It's pretty fluffy.
Obvious implied Sebastian x MC
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It had been roughly a little over 2 weeks since Sebastian decided to try to be a part of his daughter, MC, and Ominis' little life. But he still couldn't muster to walk up the steps and knock on the door. He was scared they wouldn't want him. That they would be frightened of him. That they wouldn't forgive him for what he'd done.
So he took every fleeting moment possible to talk to his daughter in secret. He knew he should teach her better than to talk to strangers, but he wasn't just some stranger or old family friend. Of course, she didn't know that just yet.
He found himself afraid to tell her, terrified that she would be disappointed this was the father she had been waiting for her whole life. He felt unworthy. That she deserved better than him, despite how desperately he wanted to be that father for her.
So, instead of telling her the truth, he decided to just be her friend. Have little chats with her, still under the guise of being a 'family friend', which wasn't exactly a lie. He just didn't tell her he was technically a part of said family.
He knew how wrong that seemed, but this was his daughter. He had the right to get to know her, and he wasn't ready to insert himself into their lives completely. Not just yet.
Today was different from the rest. Today, little Anne found him while he was sitting at the edge of a dock near their home. It was just far enough away, so he didn't seem suspicious.
"Hey! Im so glad i found you!" She grinned, running up to him
He chuckled "found me?"
"Yes! I've been looking for you all over!" She beamed excitedly."I have something for you"
"What? For me?" He smiled at her softly
"Yeah, it's just a little something I made," she said timidly. "I really hope you like it"
Sebastian watched as she pulled a little ring out of her pocket. She smiled at it fondly and held it out to him. He took it from her with gentle hands.
Upon inspection, he saw that it was beautifully handcrafted with vines and branches. They all swirled around each other so intricately, so perfectly. He was astounded by how well it was made. She was already so talented, and his heart absolutely swelled.
"You.. made this? For me?" Tears pricked and the corners of his eyes, but he quickly blinked them away. Not wanting to have to explain why this was making him so emotional.
"Well, I was out exploring, and I saw some pretty green branches, and for some reason, it made me think of you." she smiled at him warmly, "and then I had this idea to -"
"Anne?! Anne, where are you?"
Sebastian heard a familiar panicked voice cut their conversation short.
He completely froze. Not daring to move and inch as a wave of fear washed over him
"Anne Sallow, where did you run off to?!"
His heart skipped a beat, and he finally turned to look at the source of the voice. Anne Sallow. She gave her his last name.
"There you are! How many times have I told you not to -"
They finally noticed his presence, turning towards him with an unsure look. It was as if they were deciding whether or not it was actually him.
"Sebastian..?"
Sebastian took a moment to gather himself. Going over the words he'd practiced a million times in his head. But none of those words came out. All that did was a simple
"Hello, Ominis."
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At Home - S. Sallow
AO3 Link
Word Count: 5,311
Rating: E (Smut, Oral and Vaginal Sex, slight breeding kink, NSFW, MDNI)
Summary: Sebastian drags you out of bed on a Saturday to look at a possible new home.
A/N: Two things: one, I'm now two for two on fics featuring a sink sex scene. Two, I put Sebastian through enough angst in my long fic that I need to write him happy and domestic in another universe. Enjoy!
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“I don’t know if I like the lighting here.” You frown, looking out the small kitchen window. It’s minuscule, and you’re looking straight out into a brick alleyway. “I think a kitchen should be bright, shouldn’t it?”
Sebastian leans against the door frame, his hand on his face. “Pet, you’re killing me here.” he says, a tortured look on his face. “This is the eleventh house we’ve looked at. At this rate, we’ve turned down half the available housing in London.”
“I know, I know.” You fuss, crossing your arms. “But it needs to be just right. I don’t want to lease just any house, you know.”
“I do know, but we’re going to burst out of my place any day now,” Sebastian grumbles.
That was the truth–your belongings had overtaken the space, and there was not a free spot in his bachelor pad for anything else. One night, you argued over all the books Sebastian had accumulated, while he griped about your ever growing wand handle collection taking over the dresser. Sebastian had tripped mid-argument, causing a fit of laughter on your end while you patched up his sprained ankle.
Only after you’d kissed it better did Sebastian declare that it was time to find a new place.
“But it makes no sense,” Sebastian whines. “You still have your flat, and you never sleep there.”
“Who’s fault is that?” You raise an eyebrow. “ Someone isn’t comfortable sleeping there. You know, it’s just a bed.”
Sebastian shifts uncomfortably in the doorway. He’s refused to sleep at your place ever since he found out your ex-fiance purchased your bed frame and mattress for you. “I won’t sleep in some other man’s bed.” he says firmly.
You roll your eyes, walking towards him. “It’s not another man’s bed, it’s my bed. You really won’t, not even if I want you to?” You pout, drumming your fingers against his chest.
The brunette gulps. “No.” he says, and that’s that.
Your fingers curl around his suspenders. “Then, we need to find a house with proper lighting.” you announce. “And a good kitchen. This one is rubbish.”
Sebastian rolls his eyes. “Add that to the list of requirements then,” he drawls. “We’ll be looking for houses for the next five years.”
The two of you leave the house hand in hand. After having settled into your new day shift at the hospital, you finally felt comfortable taking more vacation days. You must admit, Sebastian forcing you to take more time off has been good for your mental health. Your brain has never felt clearer, and for once in your life, you’re planning more than a month ahead. Summer is rapidly approaching, and Sebastian has suggested a few places for the two of you to go away on a proper adult holiday. The last time you were together, you could hardly spare two galleons outside of your rent between the two of you. Now that you’re grown with successful careers and your own bank accounts, Sebastian is planning your first vacation as a couple.
As a couple. Those words sound sweet in your head.
It’s been nearly eight months since the two of you reunited, three since Sebastian was promoted at the department of magical law enforcement. It honestly feels like things can’t possibly get any better for the two of you. Nothing’s changed, not really . You still have your own life, your friends, your job–just now, you have Sebastian again. Every day you wake up beside him, you pinch yourself, thanking the gods it's still your reality.
Until you trip over Sebastian’s boots, which are littered all over the bedroom floor.
“It’s impossible to find a nice house in London,” you complain. “Either they’re too small, not enough storage, terrible lighting. Surely we make enough money between the two of us to afford a nicer place.”
“Well, location is a tricky bit.” Sebastian admits. “Somewhere close enough to the ministry for me, but close enough to St. Mungo’s for you. And while we do have a fair bit of galleons, I would like to save them for something more important.”
“More important?” you tilt your head in confusion.
“You’ll see,” Sebastian smiles devilishly. “Shall we get lunch?”
He runs his thumb over your hand as he swings it back and forth, guiding you through the bustling streets of London. You made a mental note to pester him about what he was talking about later, but for now, lunch sounds good.
It’s Saturday, and you have the entire weekend off for once. You were looking forward to sleeping in, but Sebastian decided to make a racket, tugging your ankle from beneath the sheets.
“Seb, please.” you whine. “I just want to sleep.”
“But I have a house I want you to see,” Sebastian says impatiently.
You groan. “Seb, it’s Saturday. Can’t you see it without me?” you grumble.
Sebastian shakes his head insistently. “No, you have to come. You’ll want to, I promise.”
Sebastian is tapping his foot the entire time you dress; you opt for a simple blue day dress, scandalously forgoing your corset for comfort. Your messy hair is left down and wavy, tying up a bow at the crown to keep the unruly pieces from flying into your face. Your impatient boyfriend all but drags you to the fireplace as he mumbles out the name of your intended location, tucking you into his arms.
You open your eyes to bright sunlight. Blinking, you realize you’re no longer in London–in fact, you’re somewhere that looks awfully familiar from your school days.
“Where are we?” you breathe, taking in the fresh air. Tall grass sways in the wind around the two of you, and Sebastian is walking up towards a house, turning back with his hand outstretched. You take his hand, and he helps you hop over a small stream.
“Marunweem,” Sebastian yells over the wind, smiling back at you. “Plenty of real estate around here–they’ve rebranded it as an up and coming village.”
You recall memories of exploring Marunweem Lake with Sebastian in your school years; it had always been rather desolate, considering neither of you were licensed to apparate and the only path to the hamlet was through a goblin mine. But the two of you had always had the time of your lives traversing the southern coast. You can picture your younger selves in the air, zipping around on borrowed school brooms together.
“Ominis found the listing,” Sebastian continues, beckoning you forward. “The Ministry has done quite a bit to rehabilitate the area.” Sebastian guides you up the hill, unlatching a well worn gate. The stone cottage is teeming with ivy, crawling up the walls. The storybook tiles on the roof make the house look like it’s straight out of a muggle fairytale.
You take a deep breath as you wave your wand, unlocking the door. The wooden floors creak beneath your feet, but otherwise, the place is in good condition. The walls have been replastered, the fireplace cleaned and sparkling. The only furniture is an old looking settee and a bear skin rug (a tad gauche for your taste). You make your way through the living room to the kitchen. Its positively bathed in light, a large bay window over the sink looks over an enormous yard. You practically run up to the sink edge, admiring the view.
“So much light,” you gasp. “Seb, it’s perfect.”
“You are,” Sebastian suddenly appears behind you, pressing himself against your back. You can feel his breath tickling your ear as he wraps his arms around your body. “The perfect view to watch our children play in the yard, don’t you think?” he murmurs into your ear.
Your breath catches as he stretches out his hand, his palm flat against the lower plane of your stomach. He presses it; almost wishfully. Your heart flutters at the idea of growing his child inside of you.
The two of you haven’t gotten around to talking about children yet. You both were far too young to even think about parenthood when you first got together, and even when you broke up. You had talked about raising children with your former fiance, and it had always been part of the ten year plan. You explained that you had wanted to wait until you were older, more stable in your career. Eric had always found that answer unsatisfying, but now you knew the true reason for your hesitance.
You hadn’t been talking about parenthood with the right person.
“Children, you say?” The word sounds so foreign coming out of your mouth.
You can practically feel the way Sebastian’s cheeks burn. “Only if you want,” he shrugs, but you know he’s serious. The way he’s pressing his hand against your womb is very much serious.
You look back out into the yard, picturing toddlers with unruly brunette hair giggling and running about. You can even picture Sebastian chasing them, whirling them in the air as you prepare an afternoon tea. Building snowmen in the backyard, teaching them to fly on toy brooms. Growing old with Sebastian at your side, with the family you’ve built together.
It's sickeningly domestic, but it feels right.
“I would,” you whisper.
Sebastian wastes no time spinning you around, a big goofy grin on his face. “Really?” he asks, completely lighting up. He plants his hands firmly on your waist, fingers digging into your skin. His eyes flit down to your waist when he realizes you’re not wearing a corset, squeezing you through your dress.
You laugh, placing your hands on his chest. “Really.”
Sebastian pulls you away from the kitchen. “Good, because there are plenty of rooms in the house,” he announces, moving towards the stairs. “There’s three rooms on the second floor, and the master bedroom is here on the main.” he explains, tugging your arm to show you around the house. The bedrooms first; they’re decently sized, enough for twin beds and toys. The main bedroom has enough space for several wardrobes, which you’ll be needing for all your clothes. The bathroom has a giant clawfoot tub, and you can envision the two of you wrestling a toddler for a bath in it.
“I was thinking, we could use a spare bedroom as my office for now.” Sebastian says as you two walk back into the kitchen. He’s clearly been thinking about this a lot longer than you’d realized. “The baby will sleep in our room for the first couple of months–”
“The baby?” you raise your eyebrow. “For months?”
“Of course,” Sebastian huffs. “Jorkins sent me this article about babies, said it’s best for their brain and magic development to stay close to us–”
“Sebastian,” you choke out, “have you been telling your coworkers that you’d like to have a baby?”
Sebastian pauses, turning bright red. “Too much?” he asks, running a hand through his hair. His hair is slightly messy, a few pieces sticking up in the back. He usually did his hair quite tidy for work, but you loved when he left it undone on the weekends. It reminded you of him as a teenager; you’d always flatten down his cowlicks for him.
It’s your turn to blush. “No, I just–I just didn’t realize you were ready.”
“Pet, I’ll be ready when you’re ready. You'll be the one doing all the hard work anyways, the least I can do is a bit of research.” he says, grabbing your hands. He pulls your palm to his warm cheek. “I just want to prepare myself, that’s all. You know I don’t have my parents around to ask these questions, so I’ve been asking a few of the dads at the office how they’ve managed–”
Sebastian doesn’t have enough time to finish; you’ve properly launched yourself onto him, breathlessly kissing him. He’s mad, you think, to start preparing for your pregnancy before even presenting the idea to you. But at the same time, it's incredibly alluring. Sebastian already dotes on you, and the thought of him worshiping you as you grow a human is tempting.
In short, the idea of Sebastian as a father is sexy.
“I was hoping you’d react this way.” Sebastian says, a shit eating grin gracing his freckled face as he embraces you. You gasp as his hips roll against yours.
Sebastian is blatantly hard in the middle of an empty house. You can feel his erection digging into your hip, turned on by all the talk of you possibly getting pregnant. While you had been peeved that morning at him for dragging you out of bed, you’re thankful to have seen the house. And considering you’ll be purchasing the home with him, you think what’s about to happen next is excusable. The house had to be christened at some point.
(Perhaps Sebastian’s attitude is rubbing off on you.)
Sebastian’s eyes are burning into you as you start unbuttoning his jacket. He licks his lips excitedly as you shuck it to the ground, going slack jawed as you start working off his suspenders. Stepping back, you put your hands on your hips, cocking an eyebrow at the normally shameless man in front of you.
“Am I going to do all the work then?” you tease.
Sebastian wastes no time–he never does. He rushes forward towards you, pulling you in for a hot, searing kiss. You let out a wanton moan as his tongue starts tracing circles on your neck, tugging at the buttons of your dress. He all but tears it off, leaving wisps of blue fabric in his path of destruction.
“Can’t wait–need you now,” he wheezes, tugging your undergarments down. You can hear the buttons snapping as he tears off his shirt. You laugh, which turns into a gasp as his fingers circle against your core, dipping into your wet center. He’s nudging your legs apart, fingers writhing inside of you as he runs his tongue over your bare nipple.
“Sebastian!” you scold him, but you know it's in vain. He knows your every desire, the spots that make you shake, and your head lolls to the side as he kneels before you, pulling your legs apart further. His big brown eyes are looking up at you, pupils blown with pleasure as he places his mouth directly over your clit, sucking hard.
“So fucking beautiful,” Sebastian murmurs against your sex. “Mmph, I can’t wait to be inside of you.”
His fingers are pumping in and out of you, tongue flicking at your clit with desperation. Sebastian wants–no, he needs you to come on his face. You grab a fistful of his messy brown hair and the tugging only encourages him to press his face deeper against you. You can feel the way his fingers grip your bottom, palming them as he fucks you with his hand. Your knees buckle as his fingers curl against that spot inside of you, the lewd sound of Sebastian lapping at your soaking wet cunt filling the room.
“You dragged me out here to have your way with me,” you stutter between moans.
Sebastian pulls his face from you, smiling up at you. His devious look and the glistening slick on his chin is enough to make you fold right then and there. “And so what if I did?” he asks, voice low.
You raise an eyebrow. “Are you trying to impregnate me right now?”
Sebastian licks his lips as he stands, unbuttoning his pants. You feel like prey as his eyes rove over your shaking, naked form. Stepping out of his pants and undergarments in one smooth move, you bite your bottom lip as you watch him pump his thick cock in his hand.
“I brought you here with the purest intentions,” Sebastian murmurs. Your back is pressed against the sink, and he turns you around roughly to face the yard again.
“Somehow, I doubt that.” you sigh.
He laughs, but his voice is raspy from pleasure. “I wanted to show you our future home,” he whispers. His length twitches against your back and you shiver. “But you look so beautiful–and I just couldn’t stop thinking about how I’m going to take you on every single surface in this house.”
“Oh really?” you whimper.
Sebastian nods, pressing a kiss against your neck, guiding you to lean over the edge of the sink. He nudges your legs apart again, pressing the tip of his length against your bare arse.
“Really. When we properly move in, I’m going to make you fall apart in every room. Fill you with my seed over and over again until it takes.” he says through gritted teeth. His hand falls to your stomach again, pressing tightly.
Your breath catches as you feel the crown of his cock slip against your dripping core. You’ve never heard him speak like this before–Sebastian had been your first sexual experience, and because you’d broken up when you were still rather young, the two of you had been rather vanilla. The past few months have certainly pushed the boundaries, exposing you to new experiences with one another. There have been some discoveries, but the sound of desperation in his voice is revealing a new kink for Sebastian.
You’re certainly not complaining–the thought of him coming inside of you repeatedly with the full intention of seeing you swell with his child is doing something to you.
Sebastian bites into your shoulder as he slowly slips his length into you. You lean over the sink further, arms flying out to anything that will steady you as the brunette spears himself into you, slowly and intentionally. Sebastian palms your breasts with one hand, lurching over your back as he grinds his hips against your bottom.
“I want you to think about this moment, every time you’re standing over the sink.” Sebastian grunts, his other hand still pressed firmly against your belly. The cadence of his thrusts remain even and slow, entirely deliberate. “Want you to remember how good I fucked you here.”
You whine, arms reaching back to grip your lover’s hair. “ Fuck, Sebastian.”
Sebastian laughs breathily against your ear as he fucks into you. “So good for me, my beautiful girl. Fuck, I’ve thought about this for months,” he admits.
“About fucking me against a sink?” you joke.
“No,” you can practically envision him rolling his eyes. “Well, yes, that’s one of my fantasies. Mmph –specifically, about you, pregnant with my—our child.”
You let out an obscene sound. “You’ve been thinking about it for months?” The end of your question is punctuated with a sweet cry as Sebastian snaps his hips forward again.
“Since the moment we got back together,” Sebastian confesses. His arms tighten around you like a boa constrictor; you’re not sure how he’s still standing on two legs as he thrusts against you. You break free from his clutches to lean forward, standing on the tips of your toes. The move only makes him reach deeper within your cunt, both of you moaning in unison at the shift in angle.
“I’ve known–known since that moment it’s going to be you,” Sebastian pants. “ Fuck, I could do this all day. I could never have enough of you, pet.”
You whine, pushing back against him. Sebastian stumbles a few feet back, a shocked look on his face. Too much, the pleading eyes ask.
Not enough.
You surge towards him, a blue wisp as you push him to the ground (your ancient magic somehow padding the two of you as you land on the creaky floorboards). Sebastian’s eyes are wide open as you straddle him, placing kisses on his face.
“I want you to see me,” you whisper, straddling him and positioning yourself atop his cock. Sebastian lets out a throaty groan as you sink onto him, inch by inch, until you’re fully seated on his lap. You lean forward, pressing another kiss to his lips. “I want to look at you when you fill me.”
“Fuck, my love,” Sebastian whines. “You’re going to be so damn beautiful–gods, I can picture it now, watching you carry my baby,” he grits his teeth as you bounce up and down on his length. “I can’t wait to fuck you over and over again– ugh –until you’re properly full of me.” He starts pushing his hips up; you know how much he loves it when you’re on top of him, but he hates relinquishing control. He continues his loud praise, his voice cracking as he holds his hand lovingly over your stomach.
You can feel the coil of pleasure in your belly tighten, furrowing your eyebrows as your climax nears. Nearly there–almost–
You look down at Sebastian. You half expect him to have his eyes shut in pleasure, nose wrinkling as he focuses on his finish. Instead, you see adoring eyes roving up and down your body, a dreamy smile on his face. He looks proud, you think, as his thumbs ghost over your waist and stomach. The look of pure devotion on his face as you grind against him sets you off, wailing as you climax on top of him.
Sebastian wastes no time once you’ve lost control. He flips you over onto your back, his thrusts stuttering as he chases his own orgasm. Sebastian presses a searing kiss against your lips as you feel him spill inside of you. He bucks his hip against you a few times, gasping as he slumps against your body. He’s still inside of you, but you can feel the hot release dripping from your cunt.
Sebastian lifts his face, giving you a sheepish smile as he rests his chin on your breasts.
“Not exactly how I’d thought our Saturday would go, but I’m quite happy with it.”
You laugh, rolling your eyes. “Oh, don’t lie. You’re such a scoundrel.”
Sebastian nuzzles his face into your breasts, still sheathed inside of you. “Oh, but I’m your scoundrel.” he smiles proudly, pressing his lips against your chest.
The two of you are silent for a few moments, until you clear your throat. “You really do want to have a baby with me?” you ask, your voice a tad timid.
Sebastian gives you an honest, pure smile. That was a quality you loved about him so much–he wore his emotions on his face, and you always knew when he was being truthful.
“I want to have a family with you, pet. I want us to have everything we’ve ever wanted, together.” he admits.
“Babies aren’t easy,” you warn him. “It’ll be a lot of work, a lot of sleepless nights.”
“I never asked for easy,” Sebastian reminds you. “I’ve only ever asked for you.”
“I’m not going to stop working.” You warn Sebastian, pulling a blanket up higher over your chest.
“I would never ask you to,” Sebastian stokes the fire before settling back down next to you.
It’s now late at night; the two of you have been at it all day. Starved, you let Sebastian leave the house to search for provisions. He ran down to the closest tavern, buying the two of you a feast to snack on throughout your impromptu stay. Meanwhile, you’d worked on the fire, conjuring some cushions and blankets from a small stash of moonstone you’d kept in your bag for emergencies.
It’s dark, the rural sky filled with twinkling stars. You’d missed the way the sky looked in the highlands, no city lights to pollute the view. The two of you are sitting naked in front of the fire, stuffing your faces with bread and cheese, washing it down with a local mead. Given your spirited activities throughout the day, you decide it’s time to be adults and talk logistics.
“Someone will need to watch the baby.” you remind him, passing a knife so he can slather some compote on the bread.
“We could ask Anne?” Sebastian suggests, taking a big bite. “I’m sure she’d love to. She always loved babysitting the children in Feldcroft when we were younger. She sure likes to pretend she raised me—y’know, on second thought, maybe not Anne then…”
“Do you think Ominis would mind? I think he’d be nervous around a child. Besides, there’s no way Anne would apparate here daily just to watch the baby.” You lean back on your elbows, biting back a smile. You never thought you’d be having this conversation with Sebastian, but it feels right; the most natural progression for your relationship.
“Well, I was planning on fixing up a floo connection in the fireplace.” Sebastian shrugs. “So we could get to work, and so Anne and Ominis can visit.”
“You really have thought of everything,” you say coyly. “Except to pack clothes for tonight.”
“To be fair, I hadn’t been planning on shagging you in broad daylight in the kitchen.” Sebastian snorts. “But I can’t keep my hands off you, pet.”
“I’m sure you’ll be singing a different tune when I’m the size of a graphorn.” you wrinkle your nose. Your hands ghost over your naked stomach, drawing circles over where a child may grow someday.
“Don’t say that,” Sebastian scolds. “You are going to be the most gorgeous mother. Merlin, I’m going to get hard just thinking about it again.” He sighs dramatically.
You roll your eyes, smacking his shoulder. Sebastian winks at you, a slight blush growing on his face. He pulls a cushion onto his lap, and you cannot believe the stamina on this man.
“At least let me finish my meal first,” you tease.
Sebastian rolls onto his stomach, playing with the tassels on the blanket. You resist the urge to slap his freckled bottom, instead trying to focus on the serious, adult conversation you were trying to have.
“So, we’re buying the house then.” You state, taking a bite of cheese.
“We’re buying the house.” Sebastian echoes. “When I saw the picture, I just knew. Remember how we used to race our brooms here? I couldn’t stop picturing us teaching our kids how to fly here, just like we did.”
You nod. “I always loved Marunweem.” It’s the perfect place to settle down, you think. Now it makes sense why none of the houses in London were quite right for the two of you. No light, no yard, no room to grow. Living in the highlands, you have fresh air, water nearby, and plenty of space for your future family. You haven’t flown on a broom in a long time; you can’t wait to see how long it’ll take you to get to Hogsmeade from here. With a floo connection in your fireplace, getting to work won’t be so bad.
Your hand absentmindedly flutters down to your stomach again. Everything will change with a baby in your life. You’ve just gotten back into the groove with Sebastian, are you sure you want to change everything now?
“What are you thinking, pet?” Sebastian murmurs.
You lick your lips. “That everything will change once we have a baby.” you admit. “Are we ready?”
Sebastian scoots towards you, his fingers catching under your chin. “I’m ready when you are.” he whispers. “If you don’t want this right now, I’m completely fine with that. You say the word, we’ll go to the apothecary tomorrow and get the necessary potions. I want you to want this for you, not just for me.”
Your sweet, thoughtful, loving boyfriend. Sebastian is the perfect gentleman. You nod your head shyly; who knows, it could take ages for you to get pregnant. You don’t want to start getting too far ahead of yourself.
“So, I’ll send an owl to the seller when we get back to London.” Sebastian says, tangling his fingers in yours. “We should start packing. We’re throwing away your bed, by the way.”
“Only if we throw away yours too.” You remind him.
Sebastian laughs. “Buying a new bed—duly noted.”
“Is that why you were saving your money?” you ask, looking into the fire. You remember the conversation the two of you had when you left the house tour last week. “For a house?”
Sebastian laughs again, this time sounding a bit shy himself. “Oh no, surprisingly, the house was dirt cheap. It was for something else.” He rubs the back of his neck nervously.
You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “What for?”
Sebastian is as naked as the day he was born, but he rolls onto his knees to rummage through his jacket, which has been long discarded on the floor. Your eyes widen as he pulls something small out of the inner pocket.
“Was going to ask after you agreed on the house, but we got side tracked.” Sebastian bites down on his lower lip, holding up the diamond ring. It sparkles in the light of the fireplace. “Will you marry me?”
You blink down at him, mouth slightly ajar.
“I know it’s probably not as big as your last ring,” Sebastian admits, the tips of his ears red. “But I saw it in the shop and it made me think of you. And I thought, why are we waiting? We’ve been apart for so long, and even though it’s really only been eight months, I know it’s you–it’s always been you–I know I want you to be my wife, I’ve always wanted to marry you–” he shakes his brown mane, rambling on. “If it’s too soon for you, I understand, I just want you to consider it; you don’t have to say yes right away—“
Your lips crash against his. It’s so utterly on brand for Sebastian; forgoing the tradition of bending down on one knee, he’s stark naked next to you, rolling on the floor with a diamond ring in hand.
“You arse, Sebastian Sallow.” you mumble against his lips.
Sebastian holds you tight; you can feel his closed fist on your back, holding the ring. “Can I be yours? For the rest of our lives?” he whispers.
You laugh, pulling away to brush away a tear. “Of course,” you say breathlessly. “Of course I’ll marry you, you silly man.”
Sebastian’s smile is beaming from ear to ear as he slips the diamond ring onto your finger. You slide back against his chest, holding your hand out to admire it. He’s done well–a sparkling diamond set in gold. The feeling is so unlike your previous engagement; then, you’d wanted to hide it from everyone, but now you simply can’t wait to shout from the rooftops that you’re the future Mrs. Sallow.
You’d marry him tomorrow if possible, you think. As his hand brushes against your stomach, you think you might have to soon. The thought doesn’t bother you; it’s been blatantly obvious who you belong to since you saved him eight months ago.
“What a day it’s been,” Sebastian sighs, nuzzling your neck. “Bought a house, got engaged. I can’t wait to tell Anne and Ominis; they’ll kill me when I tell them how I did it.” he chuckles.
“We’ll tell them first thing tomorrow,” you announce, curling up in his arms. “I just want to remember this, just the two of us.”
“Hopefully not for long,” Sebastian whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple.
Sebastian is babbling about his renovation plans for the house, things he wants to tweak and change to make it just right for the two of you. You watch the fire crackle in front of you, nodding absentmindedly. This is the first memory in your new home, you think. You’ll raise your children in this house, celebrate birthdays and holidays in front of this old fireplace. And one day, you’ll tell your children that you got engaged here. A far more appropriate version of the story of course, when they’re older and able to understand.
Mum and Dad got engaged at home. It sounds right.
#sebastian sallow#writing-intheundercroft#sebastian sallow x you#sebastian sallow x reader#auror sebastian sallow#dad sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow smut#I have no words for the state of mind I was in when I wrote this
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we used to be a happy family
[spoiler below]
why did you ruin it for us
#hogwarts legacy#hphl#hogwarts legacy fanart#sebastian sallow#hogwarts legacy sebastian#anne sallow#hogwarts legacy anne#solomon sallow#hogwarts legacy solomon#my art#i love making angst#my one true bestie literally#hear me out but solomon definitely took good care of the twins and tried his best as a guardian eventhough hes not that good with kids#and sometimes especially teens they dont see a parent's tough love as caring for them#sebastian says hes barely there for them could be solomon's tough love for them#reminds me of my relationship with my dad tbh#hes distant towards us and dont seem like he gave two fucks but he still loves us#not everyones approach of showing they care are passive#there probably was a lot of reason why he seemed distant towards the twins as they grew older esp sebastian#but i shit you not if solomon didnt care he wouldnt run all the way to find sebastian and stop him from fiddling with dark magic#okay im done rambling say what you want i still believe solomon isnt a bad person
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average seb and clora study session
#saw this on pinterest and IMMEDIATELY redrew it LOL shitposts and seb just go so perfectly together#seb is smart and good at studying.....just not when cloras around LMAOO#hogwarts legacy#sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow x mc#sebastian sallow x oc#choccyart#wait im dead the og kinda looks like seb and clive now LMFAOOO#seb trying to rizz cloras dad/convince him that he should let him marry her BAHAHAHA
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Dad Sebastian Sallow
Headcannons:
1. When his child gets detention for sneaking into the restricted section he pretends to scold them but secretly gives them a chocolate frog because he’s impressed.
2. He checks every lamp in every room religiously. Double checks and triple checks. Just in case
3. When his children are scared or sad he’ll rub their back and sing softly to them because that’s what his mum used to do. It reminds him of her and he thinks maybe his kids can know her in that way.
4. He reads to them. A lot. Every chance he can. That’s what his dad used to do and he hopes maybe his kids can know their grandfather in some small way.
5. He regularly recruits his kids for pranks. Pranks on MC. Pranks on Ominis, Anne,anyone really. He’s determined to have a little cohort of mischief makers.
6. He gets SO scared whenever his kids get sick or hurt. Any little scratch or sniffle and he’s stressing about what could possibly happen. He’s lost so much already and he just can’t bare the thought of losing them too. He’s absolutely terrified.
#hogwarts legacy#ominis gaunt#sebastian sallow#hogwarts legacy sebastian#Sebastian dad#dad Sebastian#sebastiangivesgirldadvibes#anne sallow
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Professor Fig Adopts the Emerald Trio (Part 1)
At the end of fifth year, all the Slytherins are celebrating winning the house cup, all except three of them, who have suffered an awful lot, and now face the prospect of having no home to go to.
Professor Fig decides to step in, and becomes the father figure they all need.
Part 1 of an Alternative Timeline where Professor Fig survives the Battle of Hogwarts. I've used my main MC Dracaena as I can't be bothered to think of a new MC, and she's amazing anyway so.
Over the holidays the trio stay in the castle and Fig helps Sebastian process what’s happened with Anne and Solomon, while Dracaena and Ominis accidentally unleash a pixie.
Word Count - 4.5k
Warnings - none, just fluff and hijinks
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As the Great Hall exploded into cheers, Slytherins leaping to their feet and hugging each other, the House Cup theirs, there were three noticeably sombre faces at the table.
Dracaena, Sebastian and Ominis sat together, each of them too weighed down by the year’s events to truly appreciate all they’d accomplished. Sebastian especially was subdued, his eyes red-rimmed, his hair uncombed, his head down.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do,” he murmured, his voice almost inaudible over the sounds of celebration around them. “I can’t go home.”
“Me either,” Ominis replied, fiddling with his wand. “If I go back to the Manor, I don’t know if I’ll ever come out again.”
“We’ll be alright,” Dracaena said, trying and failing to inject some cheer into her voice. “Maybe we could strike out on our own for the summer? I’m sure we could scrounge up a tent, put some extension charms on it, or find rooms to rent in Hogsmeade.”
“That requires money,” Sebastian sighed. “Solomon left everything to Anne, and we’re too young to work. I don’t know where she is, and it’s not like I can ask her for help. She doesn’t want to speak to me.”
“For all my family’s blustering, we’re even poorer,” Ominis agreed. “Unless you’ve got a secret stash of gold you’ve never told us about, we’re stuck. I’ll have to go home.”
“I’ve not got much,” Dracaena said, dubiously. “A few galleons from helping people out here and there and selling things I found, but it’s not enough to see us through the next few years in truth.”
“I suppose I could ask the family if you could stay with us,” Ominis said to Sebastian. “You’re half-blood, so they might be a bit frosty with you, but you, Dracaena…” he sighed. “You’re muggleborn. They’d curse us all on sight.”
They huddled together, their dour expressions ignored by the cheering students around them, until a warm and familiar voice sounded.
“Are you three alright?”
They turned. Professor Fig was there, his expression full of warmth and concern.
“I’d have thought you’d be celebrating as well,” he said. “Dracaena, you’ve accomplished incredible things. You should be proud.”
She shrugged. “It’s hard to be happy when the future’s so bleak,” she said, and quickly explained the situation the three of them found themselves in, carefully leaving out the details of why Sebastian couldn’t return to Feldcroft, and why Ominis wouldn’t return to his family. Professor Fig, displaying all the intelligence and tact of his Ravenclaw house, simply nodded, and asked no prying questions.
“Well…” he said, running a hand over his stubble. “Might I propose a rather… unconventional solution to your problems?”
They tilted their heads, and Fig beckoned, leading them out of the cacophonous Great Hall and into the much quieter Entrance Hall. He stopped and faced them, a little smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.
“It’s no secret that I’ve become very fond of you since we met,” Fig said to Dracaena. “And any friend of yours is a friend of mine.” He passed a smile to Sebastian and Ominis. “It’s also no secret that since Miriam died, I’ve been at a bit of as loss as to what to do with myself.”
His hand went to his chest, where Dracaena knew he had fashioned Miriam’s wand into a necklace, and it hung around his neck, always next to his heart.
“I can’t see myself going home over the holidays, and our little cottage would be too small for myself and three students,” he said, and grinned as realisation began to dawn on the faces of the Slytherins before him.
“What are you suggesting, Professor?” Dracaena asked, needing to hear him say it.
“Well, I’ll have to clear it with Professor Weasley, but I can’t imagine it would be too great a task,” Fig said, his grin widening. “But I rather think I’ll be staying at the castle over the summer, and, if you’re all willing, I’d like it if my three newly-adopted charges would stay as well.”
“You’ll still have your dorms, of course,” Professor Weasley said, leading the trio towards the dungeons. It was the morning after Professor Fig had offered to adopt them all, and they were still reeling. “We’ll move you into the sixth-year dorms early, as you’ll be staying at Hogwarts over the summer. Professor Fig will remain as well, as will some of the other Professors.”
She paused at the blank wall and fixed them all with a stern look.
“Now, this is a very unique situation,” she said. “Don’t think for one moment that you can break rules just because Professor Fig is now responsible for you.” She stared intently at Sebastian and Dracaena in particular, who tried their best to look innocent. “Even over the holidays, you’re bound by the rules of this school, so that means no spells in the corridors, no sneaking into places you shouldn’t be, and no mischief.”
“Yes Professor,” they chorused, and Professor Weasley left them with a nod and a small smile.
Professor Fig was in London, sorting out the necessary paperwork. As both Sebastian and Dracaena were orphans, there wasn’t any real issue in him adopting them, but it would be difficult to secure Ominis’ safety.
“They family won’t give me up,” he’d explained to Fig. “Though I’ve not seen them and hardly spoken to them for half a decade, I’m still a Gaunt, and it’ll dent their pride if someone they consider to be ‘lesser’ tried to steal me away. That’s how they’d see it, Professor.”
“Or they’d just say no because it’d make you happy and they don’t want that,” Dracaena said, touching his shoulder.
“Or that,” Ominis agreed. “Professor, I deeply appreciate your offer, but if you’re serious, it will take some extremely clever work on your part.”
“I’ve dealt with worse,” Fig had responded with a genial smile that set Dracaena at ease immediately. If there ever was anyone that could do it, Fig was the wizard.
Ominis was less convinced, but the tiny smile on his lips told them that he at least held on to some hope that Fig would come through for them, especially as both Sebastian and Dracaena said they’d only agree to the adoption if Ominis could be a part of it as well.
“Would this make us all siblings?” Sebastian asked.
“Not really,” Ominis replied. “I think of you as my brother anyway, Sebastian, but Dracaena…” he paused, and his cheeks flushed a little. “Well. Forgive me, I’ve known Sebastian longer. I mean no offense., I-I'm quite fond of you, but in a dif-”
“None taken,” she laughed. “Come on, let’s see what trouble we can get into before Fig comes back.”
Three days later, and all was agreed. None of the trio knew exactly what Fig had done, but one day they were alone, and the next, Fig was their official and legal guardian. He refused to tell them the details of how he managed to convince the Gaunts to relinquish the last of the control that they had over their youngest son, but at the end of the day, he’d done it, and that was all that mattered.
It was surprisingly easy to settle into their new dynamic. Fig joined them for meals at the huge Slytherin table before looking around the echoing, empty space and suggesting that his office might be more suitable for the time being. He asked them about their homework, offered to help them with it, and engaged them all in gentle conversation that never took too serious a turn.
Otherwise, he left them to their own devices, trusting them to behave themselves. At least, behave themselves enough to not get caught. He told them this with a twinkle in his eye, and they grinned.
Halfway through the first week of the holidays, Sebastian woke up in a sombre mood. Now that the curse of the relic had been lifted and enough time had passed for him to fully comprehend his actions, he became more withdrawn and miserable, missing Anne and blaming himself for everything that had happened.
Dracaena sat with her arm around him in their common room as he stared at his feet.
“Talk to Fig,” she urged. “He can help, Seb.”
“I can’t,” he said, miserably. “If he finds out I killed Solomon, he’ll turn me in.”
“No, he won’t,” Dracaena promised. “You don’t have to tell him everything, you know. But Solomon died and Anne’s gone missing. Of course that’s going to have knocked you about a bit, after all you did to try and help her. It's what he’s there for.”
Sebastian sighed, staring at the rug. “But what about you and Ominis?” he said, softly. “Will you be alright without me?”
“Of course,” she leaned in and kissed his cheek, and he jumped, his hand rising to his face, his eyes going wide. “I’m sure we can keep ourselves entertained for a few hours, though we’ll miss you all the same.”
She grinned and left him sitting on the sofa, before collecting Ominis and asking him if he’d like to explore Hogwarts with her for a few hours. He almost leapt at the chance, begging her a few minutes to get ready when he realised that Sebastian was going to be with Fig instead, and they would be alone.
An hour later, Sebastian found himself outside Fig’s classroom door. It still felt very strange to know that a teacher he’d hardly spoken to over the last few years had decided to adopt him, and he couldn’t help but feel he should be more formal around him. Yes, it would be nice to have the casual, carefree relationship that Dracaena had with him, but he supposed that would take time.
Perhaps he could just spend time in the library instead. It seemed foolish to go and talk to someone he barely knew about all his problems, but he had promised. And Dracaena said it would help. Merlin only knew he needed it right now. At any given moment of the day, he was one wrong look away from bursting into tears or flying into an uncontrollable rage, his emotions barely kept in check. If he wasn’t careful, he’d lose the only two friends he had left in the world.
With a sigh, he entered the classroom and crossed to the office, raising his hand to knock, hoping that Fig would be elsewhere so he could put this off a little longer. How much help would he be, really? He couldn’t tell him everything, he’d end up expelled and on trial, likely ending up in Azkaban. But he’d promised Drac, and his promises to her he valued above all else.
“Ah, Sebastian,” Fig was at his desk, and he smiled genially as Sebastian came in. This was something he had to get used to as well, this new use of his first name. He didn’t think he’d ever heard any of their teachers call him anything but his last name. “Come in my boy, what can I help with?”
Sebastian stood before the desk, his hands clasped in front of him.
“I… I don’t even know where to start,” he managed.
Fig got to his feet.
“Well, that sounds like we could both use a nice cup of tea,” he said, waving his wand and clearing a space on the cluttered sofa for them. “Come and have a seat, take your time now. I usually find that the beginning is the best place to begin.”
Sebastian nodded, hunching over as he sat, his elbows on his knees.
“I guess it starts when Anne got cursed,” he said, softly, then frowned. “No… before. It started when our parents died, and Solomon took us in.”
Dracaena and Ominis wandered through Hogwarts, their chatter casual and light. She tried to delicately ask how he was feeling after the whole Solomon debacle, but a stiff silence following that question steered her firmly away, and she kept their banter relaxed, poking light fun and allowing him to poke fun at her in return.
Their walk took them all through the halls and corridors, until they came upon a locked door.
Ominis raised a brow as Dracaena drew her wand and tapped the lock. “Usually, a locked door means we’re supposed to keep out,” he said.
“Never stopped me before,” she replied. “Come on, it might be interesting! Do you reckon Black keeps a stack of naughty books in here or something?”
Ominis flushed, spluttering a little as she laughed, but he followed her in with a grin, and they found themselves in a spacious, disused classroom, piled with old boxes, crates and cages.
“This looks interesting,” Dracaena said, approaching a small, decorative box. “Locked again! Damn it.”
Ominis chuckled as she tapped the lock and swore when it didn’t work. “I see you’re not one to be deterred. Tell me, is there a large, flashing sign on it that says ‘hands off?’”
She snorted. “No, but I want to know what’s in it. If it’s jewels or something, we could sell them.”
“You’re the only girl I know that would think of selling jewels instead of wearing them,” Ominis remarked with a smile. “It’s quite refreshing really.” He laughed again as Dracaena tried hitting the lock with a hardcover book, to no avail. “Allow me.”
He eased her gently to one side and pulled a thin piece of wire from his pocket.
“You know the muggle way to pick locks?” he heard her ask, astonishment in her voice.
“When I first came to live with Sebastian, I was determined to defy my parents in every way I could,” he replied, leaning down to the lock and listening as his deft fingers moved the wire into place. “Learning the muggle way to do a lot of things would infuriate them, and there wasn’t anything they could do about it other than send me howlers when I boasted about it.” He chuckled. “Believe me, a howler from them is nothing compared to what else they could do. I got off rather lightly.”
He heard the lock click, and his chest warmed as he heard her admiring gasp beside him. “There,” he said. “Now, tell me what’s insi-”
With a bang and a puff of smoke, something small and electric blue shot out of the box. Dracaena shrieked and Ominis yelped, throwing his hands up. The creature hovered in the air a moment, taking in its surroundings, before its pointed face split into a malicious grin, and it gave a shrill laugh of spiteful delight.
“Pixie!” Dracaena yelped, before it flew at her, smacking her in the forehead and sending her tumbling backwards. Ominis spun, but it grabbed his cloak and threw it over his head before shooting down and tripping him up. He fell with a shout, and Dracaena grabbed for her wand, spitting her hair out of her mouth. She shot a freezing charm, but the pixie dodged, upending a metal wastepaper basket on her head then clanging into the side of it, making her head ring like a bell.
She pushed the bin off in time to see the pixie dart out the open door, its piercing laughter fading as it zoomed down the corridor and out of sight.
Ominis sat up, hissing under his breath as he righted his cloak.
“Where is that little blighter? I’m going to tear it’s damn head off!” he spat.
“Gone,” Dracaena said, and they shared a worried look. “Ominis, if that thing’s loose in the castle…”
“Oh, Merlin,” he said. “We’ve got to find it.”
Sebastian sighed, his hands clasped in his lap, his gaze on the floor. A cup of tea balanced on the arm of the sofa beside him, untouched. Professor Fig sat at the other end, one knee crossed over the other, his attention unwavering as Sebastian described his childhood in cold, clinical detail, trying his best not to let any emotion cloud his factual account of what he suffered at Solomon’s hands.
“Anne was always the favourite,” he said. “Not that I minded, but it was always me that got the brunt of things whenever he was annoyed. And then when Anne got cursed…” he paused, wondering how best to detail what happened without turning into a blubbering mess. He sighed. Cold and clinical. That was safest. “Well. It got worse. Solomon didn’t want to help her. He never really tried. He turned me away every time I had a new idea, and it was up to me to save my sister. Dracaena helped, but…” he paused again, and shot a quick look at Fig. He’d said nothing the entire time Sebastian had spoken, but he was listening intently. He turned away and picked up his tea, grimacing when he sipped and found it cold. “Well. To cut a long story short I tried everything to help her, but Solomon… got fed up of it. He tried to stop me again, and ended up… overexerting himself. He died, and Anne blames me. I don’t know where she is now.”
The lie was bitter on his tongue, but it was better than the poison of the truth. Only he, Dracaena and Ominis knew what had really happened, and he rubbed his chest, wondering if the stories about the killing curse were true, and he’d somehow damaged his soul beyond repair.
“That sounds like an extraordinarily difficult life,” Fig said, speaking at last. “You have my sympathy, Sebastian. Such events would break a wizard twice your age, and yet here you are, still standing strong.” He shifted, and placed a comforting hand on the young Slytherin’s shoulder. “If you keep a level head, you’ll come out even stronger on the other side. The most important lessons in life are often hard, but if you can learn from them, then it’s not time that’s been completely wasted. Of course, we’d all prefer it if life was bright and easy each and every day, but one cannot appreciate the beauty of the dawn if the night didn’t come before it.”
“I suppose,” Sebastian said, his hand still resting on his chest, his fingertips pushing into his shirt, four points of sharp pressure. “But… Professor, I’ve been wondering…” he bit his lip, wondering how best to phrase the concern within him, and decided to make Solomon a scapegoat once again. “Do unforgivable curses really damage someone’s soul? Uncle Solomon left the Ministry because he used them against a Dark wizard, and…” his heart jolted painfully, and he winced. “What will become of him?”
What will become of me?
Fig sat back, running his hand over his grey stubble.
“The truth is, no one really knows what happens to a wizard’s soul after they pass on,” he said. “It is one of the great mysteries of life, and it’s entirely possible that damage to one’s soul using Dark Magic is simply a cautionary tale told to us to ensure none stray down such a path. That said,” he continued, as Sebastian’s heart leapt and plummeted almost in the same instant. “There are enough accounts and research to suggest it might be the case.”
Sebastian’s throat tightened, and he turned to the older man, his eyes wide.
“How do you fix it?” he asked, desperately. Too desperately. Fig’s brows moved a fraction, as if some suspicion had lit in his mind, and Sebastian tried to cover. “I just don’t want my uncle to suffer, that’s all.”
Another lie. Solomon could burn in every circle of hell for all Sebastian cared, but he had to maintain this façade, or he’d be in terrible trouble.
“A remarkably mature outlook,” Fig said, after a beat. “Most would wish harm on someone that tormented them so.”
Sebastian looked away, guilt plain on his face, but Fig smiled.
“If you’re concerned, Sebastian, then consider this. There is a way to ensure one’s soul repairs itself, but it’s difficult.”
“What?” Sebastian spun back to him.
“Remorse,” Fig said, and Sebastian’s brows went up. “True remorse for whatever curse they cast will repair the soul of a Dark wizard, though I expect there are few that are capable of such a thing.”
“I… yeah, I guess,” Sebastian said, relief sweeping through him like a wave. He was remorseful, he regretted ever teaching himself those damned curses, teaching them to Dracaena, and worse, using them. All they’d done is brought pain and suffering, and he’d learned far too late that they were Unforgivable for a reason. How he wished none of this had ever happened, and what he would give to take back what he’d done.
He lowered his head once more, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill down his cheeks. Fig patted him on the back.
“We all make mistakes,” he said, gently. “And all of us can be forgiven. Nothing in the world is ever black and white, Sebastian. I’m sure that whatever happened, your uncle is at rest and at peace. Anne will come around, in time. You're a bright man, Sebastian, and I firmly believe you're capable of incredible things. Everything will be alright in the end, you'll see.”
“I hope so,” Sebastian said, thickly, and got to his feet. “I think… I think I’m gonna go to the library. Get some work done.”
“I’ll be here,” Fig said. “I’ll always be here if you need me, son.”
Ominis and Dracaena hid behind a bookcase in the library, the latter peeking between the books at the trap they’d set, Ominis listening hard for any sound of the pixie’s shrill voice. They’d chased it high and low over the castle for the last hour, following a trail of destruction that even Peeves was incapable of, outsmarted at every turn as they tried to catch and subdue the little blue hellion. They were both bruised, and Dracaena’s robes were singed from when the pixie had dropped a lit torch on her, saved only by Ominis’ remarkably quick thinking as he pushed her into a nearby fountain.
She eyed the trap. It was a simple and very muggle in its design, with the hope that a magical creature would be less wary of something non-magical. It consisted of a small bag with a the label ‘EXTREMELY IMPORTANT, DO NOT TOUCH, NO PIXIES’ written on it that rested on a tiny pressure plate. Once the pixie landed on the plate to get at the bag, it would trigger the trap, and it would be caught.
They’d propped the door to the library open, and had been lying in wait ever since, hoping the pixie hadn’t caused too much trouble in the meantime.
They tensed as a high-pitched, piercing laugh echoed from somewhere beyond the library, and the pixie zoomed in, ignoring the trap completely and shooting to a nearby shelf, where it began to yank books out of their places, opening them and shredding the pages, flinging the bits of parchment high in the air.
“What the hell?”
Dracaena and Ominis flinched as the pixie stopped shredding books, all of them turning to find Sebastian in the doorway, staring in utter horror at the ruined tomes.
“You little fucker!” Sebastian yelped, lurching forward, drawing his wand.
“No!” Dracaena and Ominis yelled together, as Sebastian stepped right into the trap.
There was a second in which Dracaena believed the trap might have failed, as nothing happened. Then the pressure plate clicked, and the cloth under that was flung up by the corners, wrapping around Sebastian’s foot and yanking him into the air with a yell. He dangled upside down by his ankle, kicking and waving his arms as the pixie shrieked in fury and zoomed towards him, battering him about the head with a book.
“Diffindo!” Ominis yelled, and the rope holding Sebastian was severed. He fell with a yelp, crumpling to the floor as Dracaena leapt out from their hiding place and set off in hot pursuit of the pixie as it hurtled out of the library, heading for the greenhouses, her best friends following.
They heard the pixie clunking off the glass of the greenhouse walls and ceiling before they even got inside, but when they did, they were met with pandemonium. The pixie had somehow managed to unleash all of Garlick’s most dangerous plants, and a young Devil’s Snare was creeping across the floor, trying to hide in the shadows under the worktables, a few Venomous Tentacula were waving their tendrils threateningly, and a whole crate of Chinese Chomping Cabbages had been unleashed, rolling across the greenhouse floor, directly towards them.
“Freeze it!” Dracaena yelled, firing Glacius at the pixie again. Ominis roared as a cabbage sunk its teeth into his calf, and he kicked it right into the back of Sebastian’s head completely by accident, upsetting his aim and causing him to freeze one of the Tentaculas instead.
The pixie doubled up in midair, laughing uproariously, before shooting out of the Greenhouse and away.
“Come on!” Dracaena shouted, dragging her friends by the collar as they fired hexes at the advancing plants. They swiftly barricaded the door and leaned against it, panting.
“What on earth are you three up to?” a gently inquisitive voice said.
The trio jumped, turning to face Professor Fig, who had a mildly bemused and entertained expression on his face.
“Nothing,” they all said, far too quickly, and Fig laughed.
“I’ve been a teacher far too long,” he admonished them gently. “Ominis, you’re bleeding, Dracaena, you’re singed, and Sebastian, what happened to your hair?”
Sebastian glowered and swiped at the Cabbage spit.
“You’re not in trouble,” Fig said. “What’s going on?”
“Um…” Dracaena glanced at Ominis, who was busy hissing and inspecting the bite on his leg. “There’s a small chance we might have accidentally unleased a pixie.”
Fig chuckled. “Just the one.”
“Yeah.”
“I suppose it could have been worse,” he said, pointing his wand at Ominis’ calf and murmuring Episkey. “It could have been a whole swarm. Come on you three, let’s catch the little bugger.”
It took most of the rest of the day, but with Professor Fig’s help, the trio managed to corner and capture the pixie, much to it’s fury. They stuffed it back in it’s box, locked it tight and threw it in the Black Lake, before marching through the castle and trying to fix the damage it had done. It was gone ten o’clock in the evening by the time they all returned to Fig’s office, and he brought out several bottles of butterbeer, leaning on his desk as the trio flopped to the sofa.
“I must say, I expected some tomfoolery when I took you on,” he said, with a smile. “But unleashing a pixie? Am I to assume you’ve begun as you mean to continue?”
“Probably,” Dracaena said, her shoulders pressed between Sebastian and Ominis’. “Trouble does seem to have a habit of finding me, sir.”
Fig laughed. “I’m only sir in front of other students and professors,” he said, with a wink. “Any more trouble, you three, let me know about it. You won’t be in trouble, I was rather the scamp in my youth as well, you know, and I’d like to make sure you all finish the holidays with all your limbs still intact.”
Part 2
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#hogwarts legacy#sebastian sallow#ominis gaunt#hogwarts legacy mc#dracaena hoctina#Professor Fig#eleazar fig#Dad!Fig
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Baby Anne! continue from this
I love drawing family fluff as much as I like angst, we need a balance between these two genes and I think I can manage it pretty well.
Please don't mind Robert, he is just being "typical Rob" but he's a loving brother and would do anything to protect his sister (even though he always teased her by calling her 'adopted kid' like a nickname every time he has a chance to open his mouth around her)
#Dad seb is love dad seb is life#the most calm era of Agatha#I love drawing children and their fat cheeks#Anne is 100% Seb's fav child#no doubt#hogwarts legacy#hphl mc#hphl oc#hphl#agatha crowley#hogwarts legacy mc#hogwarts legacy oc#sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow x mc#sebastian x mc#robert sallow#henry sallow#anne sallow (oc)#my art
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