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cross your heart: part 2

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Warning: (18+) Explicit sexual content in the beginning, violence, Hogwarts Legacy ending spoiler – READER’S DISCRETION IS ADVISED

Themes: dark, angst, mature, fluff, sebatsian x f!reader

Summary: Passion burned between Sebastian and you. Sebastian showed you the reason why he became a Dark Wizard and the truth behind the Ministry of Magic.

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“Confringo!”

Stacks of crates exploded from the burst of flame erupted from your wand, sending sparks everywhere. “Watch out!” Sebastian swiftly pulled you away from the bits of fire, hands lingered a little too long on your waist. You didn’t know what was hotter, the fire spell, or the spot where he laid his hands on you.

Every place where Sebastian laid his fingers and lips felt like flames caressing your bare skin. “Sebastian… Sebastian,” you chanted his name like a prayer, soft moans left your mouth as his hands explored each nook and cranny of your body. Your arms wrapped around his neck, closing any gaps left in between. He broke the kiss, half-lidded eyes drinking the sight in front of him. Sebastian slowly fished his wand out of his pocket, slowly trailing the wooden stick from your neck down to the opening of your shirt. “Tell me,” the tip of his wand emitting a soft white glow, “have you ever been touched before?” You shook your head, face even redder than before — ashamed by the fact that you were well into your mid-twenties and still inexperienced.

“Good,” your shirt slowly teared apart as he traced his wand down, exposing your flushed torso, “I don’t like when others touch what’s mine.” You hitched your breath when he laid his hands on your breast. Sebastian immediately took his chance to reconnect the kiss, slipping his tongue inside of your mouth, greedily tasting you. You moaned into the kiss, head spinning from all of the new sensation you have never felt before. Unconsciously, your hips rutted against his clothed thigh, begging for any sort of friction to relieve the tension inside of you. He peppered small kisses on the side of your neck, trailing down as he wrapped his lips around your hardened nipple. You arched your back, your fingers tangled in his soft auburn locks. “You’re just as beautiful as I remembered.” He whispered against your skin.

You couldn’t even utter a single word. Everything was too much. Just a few hours ago, the man you were searching for years suddenly appeared as a member of a dangerous Dark Wizards group, and now he was ravishing your body. You didn’t even notice that Sebastian lowered down, looking up at you as he bunches up your skirt, exposing your bare legs. He pressed a gentle kiss on your knee, “Do you truly want this?”.

“Yes” you managed to breath out, your hand reached down to caress his cheek.

“Then say it,” his fingers held on to your legs, spreading them apart further, “Tell me what you want.”

You hesitated at first, yet you slowly croaked out, “I want you to take me, Sebastian, please…”

“Good girl.” You saw a glint of smile on his face before he hastily pulled down your undergarment, exposing all of you. You were beyond embarrassed, even more when Sebastian groaned, “Eager, are we?” He pushed a digit inside of you, earning a loud yelp. “Sebastian… please be gentle.” You pleaded. “Of course.” He replied, slowly moving his finger. The uncomfortable feeling turned into immense pleasure. A pang of jealousy emerged inside you, doubting where he learned to pleasure women like this. You were pulled back into reality as you felt another digit inside of you, sending waves of pleasure. The coil in your stomach tighten, yet suddenly he stopped. You furrowed your brows and glared at the man underneath you. Sebastian let out a chuckle as he stood up, hoisting you from the desk, slipping his hands underneath your legs and reconnected his lips with yours. Your held onto him before feeling the soft mattress against your back.

A lump formed on your throat – Was it guilt? Excitement? Anxiety? Your mind was cloudy, all of the rational thoughts in your head completely taken over by your desire for the man in front of you. A whimper escaped your lips when Sebastian positioned himself on top of you. “For the last time,” he planted a soft kiss on your forehead, “consent?”

Biting your lips, you gave a sure nod. Sparks of electricity ran through your body as Sebastian sheathed inside of you, burying himself fully. Tears welled up in your eyes, not from the pain, but finally becoming one with the man you have been pining for all these years was too overwhelming. Without saying any words, Sebastian leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. For the first time in years living alone, you felt deeply cared for, and dare you say, loved. It didn’t take long before the immense pleasure washed away the pain as you were a moaning mess under Sebastian.

More, more, more, you thought, your hands gripping on his back, leaving red crescent marks from your nails. Arching your back, you managed to croak out, “I-I’m close…” You could barely move your body, as if it was numb from the continuous pounding.

“Just a little bit more,” Sebastian leaned in, his pace was faster and deeper than before. It was too much. You couldn’t help but to roll your eyes back and curl your toes, feeling the climax took over your body. “Fuck, fuck-“ Sebastian growled, his thrusts were erratic as he spurted his seed inside of you.

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You let out a content sigh.

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The last thing you remembered before falling asleep was Sebastian’s arms wrapping around your body, his warm breath tickling your nape. This was the first time you had a good night sleep, safely tucked in next to the man you cared for most in the world.

Morning sunlight pierced through the window, shafts of light woke you up from your deep slumber. As you fluttered your eyes, you registered the smell of coffee and the soft warm blanket against your skin. The other side of the bed was empty, yet you still sensed the traces of last night on the sheets – blush quickly spread across your face. You sat up, looking around the small room. Sebastian’s books and papers were still scattered on the floor, and you noticed two cups of coffee and what looked like pumpkin bread. The sound of footsteps broke your trance, eyeing the man who was approaching you, carefully sitting on the bedside. You could truly see him now, his freckled toned torso, not only he had tattoos on his lower arm and neck, an spider inked just above his elbow.

“I thought you hate spiders.” You blurted out, eyes still transfixed on the creature.

Sebastian laughed – the first genuine laugh you saw. “That’s the first thing you say to me now?” You sat up, glaring at the man.

“They’re quite endearing, really. After spending so much time looking for ancient artefacts in caves, they became your dearest friends. And, they are not insects anyways, so that’s a plus.” He chuckled, grabbing his shirt and wrapped it around your naked body. It smelled like him. Musk and ashes, just like his favorite fire spells.

The hot bitter coffee woke you up just right, offering a small comfort from your jumbled up mind. Yes, you finally met the man who disappeared on you years ago. Yes, he was now a part of a notorious Dark Wizard gang. Yes, you just laid with the said man. Yes, you enjoyed every second of it. It was easy to forget that you haven’t met Sebastian in a long time, the small talks and banters you both exchanged were exactly how you both were during the Hogwarts years. The difference was that he rested his hand on top of your thigh, thumb caressing your plush skin.

Your eyes scanned the room once again, finding the clothes you discarded last night. Your gaze landed on the blue AUROR jacked draped on the chair, and your eyes widened in horror. “Natty and Ruth are going to murder me.” You once again blurted out, picking up your garments and getting dressed in a jiffy.

“Huh, I knew Natty would be an AUROR as well.” Sebastian casually sipped his coffee, yet his eyes burning through your figure.

“Yes, and she will certainly nag me for not returning right away after a mission.”

You were buttoning your jacket as you felt Sebastian’s hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you close. “Must you leave?” he pressed his lips against yours, honestly making it so hard for you to go back to your cluttered office desk.

“Sebastian…” you breathlessly pulled back, “I shall see you again, I hope?”

“I shall send you a letter.” He nodded, “Look for a black raven.”

A smile formed on your lips, waving goodbye as you apparated back to the office.

A week had passed after your sudden encounter with Sebastian Sallow, yet you have not yet received a single message from the man. Work, friends, and even alcohol wouldn’t take your mind away from that night. Your rational brain endlessly cursed him and yourself, Sebastian being the opposite of a gentleman, literally went missing again after taking your virginity, and yourself for being stupid enough to let Sebastian have your way with your body. You banged your head against the wooden desk, hoping that the sheer force would help you focus on the massive stack of paperwork in front of you, a “gift” from Ruth Singer for not reporting back after the mission.

Being nagged by Ruth and Natty were an understatement. To be fair, you came into the office late, hair tied in a sorry excuse of a ponytail, your clothes dishevelled. You couldn’t count how many times Natty asked you if you were alright, or if you had received more injuries from your foes. You had to spent an hour standing in front of your boss, scrambling to find excuse why you were out – landing on an excuse that you sustained an injury and you had to rest. Ruth’s eyebrows crooked, but you figured she did not want to press further as you actually got your job done. You passed by Garreth Weasley on the way back to your desk, who winked at you, mumbling “Looks like somebody had too much fun last night. Who’s the lucky guy?”. He earned a well-deserved smack on his arm that day. You were rightfully mortified, quickly hiding the faint hickey Sebastian left on your lower neck.

As you were looking out of the window, a jet-black crow flew in and perched on your window frame. You inspected closer, finding a small parchment scroll tied on its leg. The bird swiftly flew away after you took the small paper.

Meet me tomorrow afternoon at The Royal Oaken pub at Denbigh, Wales. Best not to wear your AUROR uniform. -S.S

You tilted your head in confusion, Why Wales? But, guess he didn’t run away again after all.

Denbigh was significantly smaller than London, making it easier for you to find the pub mentioned in the letter. Thankfully, it was empty in the afternoon, and no sign of the auburn-haired man yet. You took a seat at the bar, making small talk with the bartender as he served you a light ale.

“Enjoying your drink?” Sebastian gently rested his hand on your lower back, making you jump a little.

“You have to stop surprising me,” you sighed, “I thought you wouldn’t show up.”

“Well, that hurts.” He pouted in a joking matter, “Sorry, I should have sent you a letter earlier.” Sebastian’s expression hardened as he lowered his voice. “Look, I know I have a lot of explaining to do. That’s why I thought I shall show you directly what I got myself into.”

You hesitantly nodded, figuring out that this is better than not knowing at all. Besides, if Sebastian was going to murder you, he had already done that ages ago. He eagerly took your hand, dragging you out of the pub and to the back of the building, where the area was secluded away from prying eyes. Sebastian pulled a scrunched up map from his pocket, pointing a small area just northside of the town. “There is a small hamlet here,” he explained, “I heard from my resources that a group of wizards are planning to raid the town.”

Your eyes widened in shock, “What do you mean? How do you know about this?”

“We often get this information, to be quite honest. Some people are just either to trusting, or plainly stupid. Ahead from the ministry agents, of course.” He tucked his map away and held your hand again, “Let’s not waste another time.” You closed your eyes tightly as the two of you apparated to the hamlet.

The first thing you noticed was the heavy smell of smoke, ashes, and to your horror, burned flesh. Quickly opening your eyes, you were beyond mortified to see smoke-covered buildings, singed to the ground. Your hand unconsciously squeezed Sebastian’s as your body started to shook.

“Fuck. My sources told me they were going to start the attack tonight.” Sebastian gave your hand a reassuring squeeze before pulling away, “I think we ought to check the grounds for survivors.”

You nodded. This was not the time to panic. You took a deep breath.

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You let it out.

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You believed that this was one of the hardest thing you had ever done. The missions you were assigned to had few casualties, but nothing prepared you for something this horrifying. Your mustered your energy to walk through the charred debris, passing through what seemed to be burned bodies trapped underneath the ruins. The worse part was that the hamlet was small and far enough from the town that nobody even noticed the tragedy. Not even the muggle authorities were able to get here to help, although they would be powerless against magic. Your ears perked as you heard a small cry coming from one of the house. As quickly as possible, you frantically ran towards the source of the voice. You were able to make out the figure of a small child before a flash of green light blasting past your vision. It seemed like the time passed slower, you felt your blood drained from your body. You knew what that green light was.

But you couldn’t make it to the child on time. You couldn’t hear the cries anymore, but a loud thud, followed by footsteps from a man dressed in red hood.

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All you could see was red.

As if your body could move itself, your hand quickly reached your wand and pointed it to the skies. A strike of red and black lightning strike from the sky down to the ground, shocking the murderer. In seconds, the man fell dropped dead. You could barely register the events after. “Protego!” you screamed, creating a protective barrier against a spell casted from a witch behind you.

Kill them, vanquish them, murder them.

“Crucio!” Red light emitted from your wand, rendering your opponent writhing on the ground, clawing on her throat. Your arms swiftly moved around, casting a series of “Diffendo!” and “Confringo!” – flames engulfed the witch.

“Avada Kedavra!” You heard Sebastian casted the Killing Curse, effectively taking down another wizard who was approaching you.

Your quivering hand pointed your wand at Sebastian.

Kill them, vanquish them, murder them.

Sebastian put his wand away, slowly approaching you with his hands up on the air. When he was close enough, his arms engulfed you in a tight hug, letting you bury your face against his chest. You started to sob loudly, tears staining Sebastian’s shirt. You could hear Sebastian’s whispering “It’s okay” and “Everything will be alright.” Again and again, stroking your hair as gently as possible. Once you were calm enough, Sebastian pulled away, cupping your face in his hands. “We should get away from here.”

“Were there more of them?” you sniffled, trying your best to regain composure.

“I’m sure we’ve gotten rid of them. Let’s go.”

Sebastian and you apparated back to his house. You spent what felt like hours sitting down in front of the fireplace, eyes piercing into the dancing flames, barely able to think anymore. Sebastian offered you the same flask as before. You swiftly took a swing, wincing from the bitterness of the alcohol.

“Irish whiskey,” Sebastian muttered, “are you feeling a bit better?”

You shrugged, “Sebastian… I don’t understand. Why would they attack muggles?”

“You’d be surprised to learn that this is not the first time wizards attacking muggles.” He also took a swing of the whiskey, “easy target, they said.”

You shook your head, “I have never heard this from the ministry.”

A bitter laugh escaped Sebastian’s lips, “I always thought you are a little naïve,” he inched closer to you, his hand found yours, stroking it gently, “Frankly, the ministry doesn’t care about muggles. Don’t you see how many pureblood-fanatics occupying the office? A few muggle casualties don’t bother them, especially if nobody figured that it was magic works.”

“That’s why you operate on your own.”

“I find it ironic, really. The difference is that, we have the freedom to use whatever spell we want.”

You leaned in, resting your head on his shoulder, your head throbbing as you process everything that just happened, and what Sebastian was saying. Perhaps he was right, the world wasn’t as black and white as you thought. Perhaps it was the way your Hogwarts professors taught you that working in the ministry was one of the best job a wizard could achieve. Perhaps it was your own ego that made it seemed you were the protector of the weak. Perhaps the Unforgivable Curses were just another set of spells.

“I don’t want to press,” Sebastian whispered, turning to you, “your ancient magic was not like what I remembered.”

Your body went stiff. Pulling away from Sebastian, you looked down at your quivering hand as you jogged the events earlier. Sebastian looked at you worryingly. You took a deep breath, “I suppose I haven’t told you what actually happened after I defeated Ranrok.”

The grounds quaked beneath you as glowing swirls of ancient magic forces flew around you. You had promised Professor Fig that you would contain the magic as best as you could. Your wand pointed at the biggest swirl of magic, blue light penetrating the black and red glow. Little by little, the repository was fixed, however, to your horror, you were also absorbing the pain and darkness erupted from Ranrok’s remains. You could hear everything, both the pained cries of the victims and Ranrok’s sinister laugh – everything was mixed inside of you, even Ranrok’s murderous intent. You spent all your willpower to fight against it, finally containing the forces into the Repository. In spite of that, your eyes were glowing red.

Sebastian listened to you intently, enveloping you in a hug as you finished retelling your story. “I think you did the right thing.”

“Now you understand why I don’t want to use Ancient Magic anymore…” you sighed, “When I used it earlier, I could hear Ranrok’s voice in my head, urging me to… to kill. To hurt them in the worse way possible. I don’t know what am I anymore, Sebastian. I-I’m scared.”

Sebastian stroked your cheeks, his fingers warm against your skin, “You are the most powerful person I knew. Nobody could have done this if it’s not you. Isidora Morganach might have failed to utilize Ancient Magic, but I truly believe you can do more.” His eyes searching for yours, “I promise I shall not leave you alone anymore. Don’t be scared.”

You fell asleep in his arms again, your bare skin against his, pieces of clothes scattered on the floor. That night, you couldn’t figure out whether you were making love with him, or you were desperately trying to find a distraction.

A/N: I can’t thank you enough for the kind words I’ve received from this fic! This chapter is darker than the one before, but I’m planning to expand the story further and show how manipulative Seb can be. I hope you enjoy it!

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