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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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ravenelyx · 8 months

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Sebastian is the type to get random bursts of affection.

At the beginning of your relationship, he would suppress them, he'd be more reserved, scared to be too annoying, too clingy, too inadequate, too much. But eventually, he would relax — he would feel more at ease and gradually act on them more and more.

And one of his favourite activities is snuggling.

You could be sitting on the sofa, and he'd sit down too, and guide you between his legs, wrapping his arms around you from behind, and he would nuzzle your hair, your neck, your cheeks, eyes closed in bliss, and place very lazy kisses everywhere his lips can reach. Nuzzle, kiss, nuzzle, kiss, over and over again.

Or he would gently push you to lay down, and rest his head on your chest, face hidden in the crook of your neck so he can breathe in your perfume, lips brushing slightly on your skin, and he'd hug you like you're a giant pillow, and cuddle with you until he feels like he has fallen all over again. Because what's important to Sebastian is to feel you close, no matter how, no matter what.

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sloanesallow · 3 months

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give you my wild

Nearly a decade into their marriage, Sebastian and Sloane lead a peaceful, idyllic life in a coastal cottage with their toddler-aged son, Antony. As their anniversary approaches and they have the opportunity to spend some much-needed alone time together, Sebastian wonders if it is time for their family to grow. ✨Sebastian Sallow x F!MC Tags: NSFW! MDNI! Explicit sexual content, oral sex (f receiving), body worship, overstimulation, dirty talk, and Sebastian's fanon breeding kink. Also domestic bliss, sharing a bath, tooth-rotting fluff and Dad!Seb. [Read on Ao3] | [Read on Wattpad]

The Sallow homestead is a quaint, modest cottage on the English coast, surrounded by rolling hills and sprawling fields as far as the eye can see. It is paradise for Sebastian and his wife, their own little slice of heaven away from the hustle and bustle of the wizarding and muggle worlds.

Wife—Sebastian’s lips turn up in a lopsided grin at the word as he thinks about how lucky he is to have Siobhan—Sloane—as his bride. Ten years now he’s known her, and for ten years they have been inseparable, blossoming from friends to lovers to soulmates to parents. Every day is a blessing, the peace hard-earned and well-deserved after the turmoil of their younger years.

The decision to settle down came only after the birth of their son, Antony. His arrival was not necessarily planned, but welcomed nonetheless, allowing the married couple to retire very early from their Ministry positions. Instead of traveling the world as a curse-breaking-healer duo, the two focus on research while raising their young tot. To Sebastian’s everlasting surprise, fatherhood comes naturally to him, and he thrives, wondering why he ever cared about notoriety when life’s greatest treasure is family—home.

Despite the isolation, their location is in close enough proximity to Nottingham, where Sloane’s father resides. A few hours by muggle means, Mr. Sloane—Grandpa Sloane—is always ready to lend a helping hand. He is the type of parental figure Sebastian always dreamed of after losing his parents, forever grateful for the older man’s patience and guidance. That, and Mr. Sloane’s willingness to care for his grandson.

Even though Antony is a quiet and well-behaved child, he gets into his fair share of messes if left alone for even a second. At nearly three, he is an avid explorer, constantly covered in dirt from the garden, running in and out of the house to show off whatever bug or amphibian he’d dug up. His interests would not be an issue if Antony wasn’t also obsessed with sticking anything and everything in his tiny mouth, as if to learn more by taste.

Maintaining intimacy while nurturing such a curious child is not an easy task, especially when Sebastian and Sloane are still so enamored with one another, even after all these years. The so-called honeymoon period has endured, a bliss neither seem interested in losing. More times than not they are interrupted by the pitter-patter of feet in the hallway, and even when they do manage to copulate, it is usually with hushed whispers and rushed movements to avoid waking their son.

There’s been even more of a dry spell as of late, between Sebastian’s research and Sloane’s travels to Hogwarts and Beauxbatons to lecture students on advancements in Herbology. Antony has been rather clingy too, insisting on sleeping between his mummy and duddy every evening.

Suffice it to say, Sebastian is eager to spend some time alone with his beloved wife. Very eager. With their wedding anniversary on the horizon, it is the perfect opportunity for Antony to stay with Grandpa Sloane in Nottingham for the weekend. His son barely mumbles a goodbye, too distracted by the barn cats and the promise of a sweet treat to notice his father apparating away.

The sun is setting by the time Sebastian returns to the seaside cottage, the chilly salt air tousling his dark hair as he makes his way up the stone pathway. Smoke billows from the chimney and he can smell the Shepard’s pie Sloane is cooking as he approaches the front door.

“Sweetheart, I’m home!”

Sloane doesn’t seem to register his return, continuing her idle humming in the kitchen. Sebastian quickly shucks his boots, hanging his cap and coat on the nearby rack before moving closer to where she’s standing in front of the largest counter, diligently kneading a large mass of dough. He watches her as he rolls up his sleeves, a content smile on his face as he wonders for the millionth time what luck or divine intervention led her to him, made her stay. There’s a nervous flutter in his gut when she peeks over her shoulder and greets him with a bright smile.

“Welcome home, dear.”

Is it possible to fall more in love every day? They’ve grown up together, matured from the fire of youthful love to the deep, abiding connection of a shared life. Well, mostly matured. That passion is still present, a burning flame ignited each time their eyes meet. Sebastian struggles to tamper it down as he closes the distance, resting his hands on her hips, leaning over her shoulder to kiss her cheek.

“How was the trip?” she asks. He can feel the muscles in her back and shoulders flexing as she continues working the dough. “Is Ant alright?”

“He’s fine,” Sebastian murmurs, already distracted by his racing thoughts and the anticipation of what the evening might bring. “I think Ant loves his Daideo more than us.”

“I think Ant loves ice cream,” Sloane suggests, plopping the rolled dough into a large baking dish and setting it aside. She dusts the countertop with more flour, white specks sticking to her fingers and apron. “That’s at the top of every toddler’s hierarchy.”

Sebastian hums in response, unable to resist the urge to kiss her exposed neck. He smirks when she sucks in a sharp breath, the subtle tilt of her head inviting him to continue. Still, she squirms when he wraps his arms snug around her waist, pressing himself close and trapping her between his body and the countertop.

“Seb!” she playfully scolds as he nips the soft skin, kissing a trail up to the shell of her ear. “You can’t wait a few more hours?” she asks. “Aren’t you hungry?”

He slides one of his hands up to fondle a clothed breast. “Starved.”

“Sebastian!”

“Can you blame me?” he softly chuckles, not-so-subtly rolling his hips so she can feel how impatient he really is. “How long has it been since we’ve had the house to ourselves, hmm?”

Sloane sighs, melting under his touch. Too easy. “At least let me wash up, first. I smell like…mashed potatoes, hardly an aphrodisiac.”

“You don’t know that,” he jokes, barely pausing in his lavishing of her neck. He undoes the first few buttons on the back of her blouse so he can kiss her shoulder, too. “Sweetheart, you could be covered in troll guts, and I’d still devour you.”

Sloane’s laugh melts into a delighted moan as Sebastian continues, bunching the fabric of her skirt up until he can snake an eager hand beneath. He strokes her thigh before squeezing the flesh of her bottom, grinning at the silky feel of her underwear.

“These are new,” he comments, appreciatively.

“From my last trip to Paris,” she explains with bated breath.

“Bénis soient les français.”

He slides his fingers between her clenched thighs and groans at the warm slick he finds, the thin fabric saturated with her arousal. Slipping past the barrier, he rubs two fingers through her folds and up to circle her clit with a featherlight touch, one that makes her buck against his palm. Sloane’s head lulls even more to the side as she whimpers and rocks her hips, seeking friction.

“That,” he whispers against her ear as he slowly sinks his fingers inside her heat. She clenches around him and moans as he drags his digits back before plunging back in. “That is my favorite sound in the world, love. The sound of you falling apart under my touch.”

“I’ve been dreaming about tonight, Sloane, of having you all to myself,” Sebastian is reminded of just how long it’s been since they had the freedom to be loud, how long it’s been since she’s screamed his name in ecstasy. “Do you still want to wait?” he teases, darkly chuckling when she quickly shakes her head.

He crooks his fingers, expertly finding the sweet spot that makes her gasp and knees tremble. Sloane grips the edge of the counter as if it is the only thing anchoring her to the earth, and Sebastian presses his weight against her to keep her upright.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he coaxes, lips trailing down the slope of her shoulder. “Be a good girl and come on my fingers. I want you drenched before I take you properly.”

Sloane’s core is a vice as she unravels, the back of her head resting against his shoulder as her mouth falls open in a silent scream. A surge of possessive pride courses through him—he is the only man who can gift her this pleasure, he is the only man with the honor of seeing such vulnerability. She is still shaking when he retracts his fingers, bringing them to his lips to taste her sweet nectar.

She slumps forward a little, breathless. “Jesus—”

Sebastian knows he’s done a good job when she gets sacrilegious. He doesn’t offer much of a respite before spinning her around, swallowing her surprised shriek of laughter with a hungry kiss that is all teeth and tongue. He effortlessly lifts her by the waist, perching her on the edge of the flour-dusted countertop. Sloane senses the urgency, humming against his lips as her hands drift from his messy hair down to the clasps of his trousers. He leans away for a gulp of air and to watch as she tugs at the fabric, bunching up his shirt and pushing his pants down just enough to expose his cock.

“Fuck,” he hisses as soon as her delicate fingers wrap around him, the softness of her palm threatening to make him come right then. He blinks hard—he won’t last, but they have all evening, all weekend, to be slow. Right now, he’s desperate, needy for the feel of her cunt around his throbbing shaft. Her name comes out as a deep grumble, “Sloane.”

When he snaps his eyes open, her stormy gaze is already locked with his, pupils blown and expression just as wild as his. Sebastian doesn’t mean to be so rough when he yanks her hips to the edge of the counter, but her breathy laughter and sound of approval as she falls back is enough encouragement to spur him on. He bunches her dress up again, scooping her legs up so her ankles rest on the width of his shoulders.

With one hand he grips himself, pumping his length with a few strokes as he presses against the crux of her thighs. He pulls the soiled band of her panties to the side and drags the swollen tip of his cock against her entrance. If it were any other time, Sebastian might tease her more, edge both of their pleasure until it is too much to bear. But he is already hanging by a thread, the friction of silk and the tight, velvet heat of her encompassing him, welcoming him home.

He grips her thighs tight, pulling her closer as he slides halfway before snapping his hips forward to fill her completely. Sloane’s sharp gasp morphs into a deep moan and he repeats the motion over and over again. The recoil of his frenzied pace rattles through her body and she grips the edge of the counter, knuckles white as the flour that dusts the air and their bodies.

The kitchen is filled with the sounds of their labored breathing and slapping flesh, names murmured between pleading whimpers and desperate moans. Sebastian is unyielding, transfixed by the sight of his wife spread out beneath him, so beautifully undone as the pleasure he gives pushes her ever closer towards another release. As glorious as the image is, he can’t wait to shed their clothes and have his way with her more thoroughly, to worship every inch of her skin with his tongue and hands until she’s a writhing mess, begging for more.

He can feel the tight coil of his own release winding in his gut, his movements erratic as he pushes them both over the edge. With one hand braced on the countertop, he leans forward, almost folding her petite body in half as he loses the tempo and ruts against her like the uncaged animal he is. Sloane grips his forearm, nails biting into his flesh as her inner walls flutter and her body seizes. She cries out in blissful agony, and Sebastian echoes the mind-blowing sentiment, collapsing against her after spilling himself deep.

When there’s enough energy for their eyes to meet, they share a knowing grin—the night has only just begun.

After taking some time to satisfy their more practical hunger, the two eventually make their way to the bath, leaving the kitchen a mess to be cleaned up in the morning…or perhaps the morning after that. If Sebastian has it his way, they aren’t going to be leaving the bedroom any time soon.

For now, however, the two lay comfortably in the large, claw-footed bathtub of their ensuite, the heated water relaxing their aching muscles and washing the day away. Sebastian rests his head back against the porcelain rim, eyes closed as the steam soothes his body and soul. Sloane is settled against him, her back flush with his chest, their arms resting across her waist beneath the bubbly surface.

Silence used to be unnerving until he met her, learning that two people could simply exist. Sloane is the only person who understands him without the need for words, interpreting his moods and emotions with a simple glance or touch. To think only ten years have passed when it already feels like a lifetime—he hopes the love between them lasts for an eternity.

She lets out a contented sigh, her pinned up hair tickling his chin as she adjusts. He peeks open an eye, letting out his own cozy hum. His words are heavy and mumbled against her temple, “dun wunna get out.”

“Me either,” she whispers with a breathy chuckle. “Are we losing our youthful energy?”

“I certainly hope not,” Sebastian huffs, tightening his hold around her. He and Sloane have always had a very active sex life—fervent, wild passion, unable to keep their hands off one another. “The day I can’t pleasure you with my body is the day you take me to St. Mungos to be put out of my misery.”

“So, in ten years?”

Sebastian pinches her thigh in response to her tease, causing her to yelp and squirm with laughter. “At least we’ll have more privacy by then, to experience embarrassing sex injuries without traumatizing our son.”

“Ant will be off to Hogwarts, and we’ll have an empty house.”

He smiles at the shared assumption Antony will inherit magic. It’s not always a forgone conclusion with wizarding parents, but he doubts their inquisitive son is a squib. Another thought crosses his mind, and he shifts to sit up a little, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“Would we really be on our own?” he asks.

“What do you mean?” Sloane is momentarily puzzled. “Oh, well…I suppose father will still visit, though as he gets older it’ll be best if we go to him—”

Sebastian traces his fingers across her abdomen until his palm is flush against her skin. “I’m not talking about Daideo.”

Judging by her soft inhale, she realizes her husband’s meaning. The thought of growing their little family has been tickling at the edges of his mind, the idea of Sloane growing round with another child and glowing with maternal beauty—it is a vision that makes his heart swell and his loins ache with excitement.

“You know…” he drawls out his words, carefully pressing his lips against her damp skin. “I always thought we’d have more. A whole brood to envy the Weasley’s. Mornings filled with the patter of tiny footsteps and laughter…a house full of so much love.”

She doesn’t respond at first, her body somewhat tense beneath his touch. He glances up at her profile to see a hesitation in her expression he didn’t expect. As long as he knew Sloane, he thought she wanted the same—a large family to call their own. Had something changed?

“You don’t—”

“I do,” she quickly affirms, turning sideways in his embrace to look at him. “Perhaps I’ve been selfish in wanting to keep things the way they are. We’ve been so blessed with Ant…a part of me is…a little scared of changing that.”

Sebastian’s gaze softens and he dips his face closer to kiss her mouth. “There’s nothing wrong with that,” he whispers, smiling against her lips. “I’m scared too. What if…our baby is a dark wizard, or worse, a Gryffindor?”

“Be serious!” she chides through her snickering, playfully smacking his chest.

“I am!” Sebastian is equally amused, snatching her hand to lace their fingers together. She studies him, as if trying to determine how sincere he is about expanding their family. He brings her hand up to kiss her knuckles, the cold metal of her wedding band against his lips. “I want another child, Siobhan.”

The silver flecks in her storm-colored eyes shimmer as Sloane realizes immediately this isn’t some flippant suggestion, but a genuine choice, a heartfelt desire for their future. He studies her face, watching as she thickly swallows and slowly exhales, processing his words. The corner of her lip twitches as her cheeks flush with a brighter shade of pink, and not from the steam.

Sebastian takes that as a good sign.

“Even if I were to agree,” she eventually replies, not quite conceding to the idea, even as she bites back a smile. “It wouldn’t happen as soon as you say. I’d have to stop taking my contraceptives, not to mention the herbal tea you think smells like feet.”

“Because it does smell like feet,” he mutters, leaning forward to pick up the slow trail of kisses along her neck and collarbone. “Doesn’t mean we can’t…practice in the meantime.”

His grin widens into something wicked as he thinks to himself; “aren’t those the same precautionary potions you were taking when you fell pregnant with Antony?”

“That’s…beside the point.”

“Is it?” he hums. “That just means…well, I managed to beat the odds before, so who says I can’t do it again?”

Before Sloane can respond, Sebastian is lifting her from the tub as he stands, the soapy water splashing over the edge and onto the oakwood floor. She clings to him, a surprised shriek quickly turning into laughter as he carries her from the bathroom to their marital bed. He places her carefully across the fluffy duvet, her blonde hair spreading out across the pillows like a golden halo.

He covers her body with his own, hips slotted between her legs as he kisses her, their breaths hitching as his arousal presses against her belly. The levity fades as Sebastian’s hands smooth over her body, slow caresses pulling little sighs from her lips. It’s a struggle to hold back from ravishing her like he did before, his movements measured as he places kisses across her chest, balancing his weight on one arm so he can cup a breast in his hand.

Sloane arches into the sensation, her craned back as his lips wrap around a nipple, sucking it into a pebbled peak. He repeats the action with her other breast, spurred on by her labored breath and tiny moans. Her skin is still rosy from the heat of the bath, flecked with droplets of water that he laps up on his slow descent to the apex of her thighs. Sebastian spreads her a little wider, fingers digging into the flesh of her thighs as he settles before her bared sex.

“So beautiful,” he whispers, hot breath fanning across her sensitive skin. He glances up to lock onto her gaze. “The mother of our child—our children.”

Sloane’s only response is a strangled moan as he drags his tongue along the seam of her folds, licking up from her entrance to her clit. He wraps his lips around the bud, alternating between gentle sucks and flicks of his tongue. Her hips twitch up against Sebastian as he expertly coaxes out her pleasure, quickly bringing her to the edge of ecstasy.

Her breath hitches again as he moves one hand to assist, spreading her arousal with his tongue before plunging two fingers past her slick petals. Her core clenches and flutters around his invading fingers, a sharp whimper escaping her throat with each thrust and curl within her core.

“Right—right there,” she rasps, her words dissolving into another shaky moan as he strokes deep, fingertips rubbing against the spongy spot within her that sparks a tidal wave. Sloane trembles, hands snapping to clasp at Sebastian’s hair as her body tenses. “Ahh—Seb—Sebastian!”

He lets out an appreciative groan against her, lapping up her sweet release like a man starved. He’s consumed, rocking his hips against the sheets to give his aching cock some temporary relief. The exquisite sight of Sloane writing under his touch is something he’ll never tire of. Sebastian keeps his fingers wedged inside of her, gently coaxing her through the sensations as her walls flutter with the aftershocks of her climax.

“Mmm…” Sloane sighs as he gradually pulls away, giving her sensitive folds one last pass with his tongue before kissing her quivering thighs. He eventually pushes himself so he’s kneeling before her, one hand caressing her leg while he strokes his length with the other.

“Sloane,” her name comes out as a husky sound, a plea and a question all in one. He lowers himself, teasing the tip of cock against her, ready to plunge into her depths. “I need you to say it. Tell me you want—” he darts his tongue out to lick his lips, prodding against her entrance. “Tell me you want another child with me.”

“Yes,” she pants, eyes wide as she stares up at him. Sloane reaches for him and begins to loop her legs up around his waist, guiding him to her heat. She manages a reply between gulping gasps. “Sebastian, yes. I want—I need you to—” a moan interrupts her train of thought, and she presses her hips up, needy as ever for him to take her. “Mmm…please, please—f—fuck—a baby into me…”

Not expecting such filthy words from his wife’s mouth, something wild takes a hold of Sebastian’s mind. He lets out a gruff sound, something between a deep growl and rumbling moan.

“Roll over,” he grunts, not bothering to wait before leaning back on his knees to help flip her onto her stomach. Sloane lets out a surprised squeak as he yanks her up by the waist so she’s on her hands and knees.

He traces over each knob of her spine with his thumbs, squeezing the flesh of her arse as he widens his stance behind her, spreading her legs further apart with his own. She pushes back against him, seeking his touch where she needs it most.

“Please,” she whimpers, looking over her shoulder at him with a half-lidded gaze.

Sebastian struggles to maintain his composure, steadying himself as unfiltered desire spills from her lips. Her plea, laced with the promise of creating new life, stokes the fire within him into a blazing inferno. With a less than gentle grip on her hips, he positions himself once more, pushing the crown of him just past her entrance before pulling her back to fill her in one powerful stroke.

“Fucking hell,” he groans, the hot stretch of her around his girth wiping his brain of any coherent thought. All that is left is the primal need to claim what is already his, mark Sloane from the inside and plant his seed deep within her fertile ground. It’s an overwhelming feeling, all encompassing, and one that surges through him with every thrust.

At first his movements are slow and deliberate, eyes locked on the lewd sight of his cock pulling out of her before driving back in. But it doesn’t take long before Sebastian picks up the pace, his pelvis slapping against her thighs as she rocks back to meet him. Every sound that escapes Sloane’s mouth is pure sin—sweet, high-pitched cries intermixed with the most ragged moans he’s ever heard.

He can feel the tension of her body as it responds to his unrelenting force, his rhythm faltering as her core clenches tightly around him. Sloane’s orgasm shakes through her entire body, her limbs spasming as she cries out, her back a beautiful arch. Sebastian control frays at the edges and he spirals, falling over the edge after her with one last surge of his hips. With a loud, guttural roar, he comes, the intensity of his release blurring his vison.

Sloane’s arms wobble until her front half collapses onto the mattress. Sebastian keeps her propped up as he gasps for breath, clutching her waist and hips as his cock continues to twitch inside her. The overstimulation causes her to shiver, and she whines into the pillow as he lets out a litany of curses and incoherent praise.

When he finally, painstakingly pulls away, his eyes snap down to the pearlescent evidence of his release trickling out of her and staining her thighs. By some miracle, Sebastian is able to stay upright, swaying a little as he rests on his heels and tries to blink the haze from his vision. Sloane slumps and he catches her boneless form, easing her down against the sheets where she practically melts with a sated sigh.

As soon as she is splayed out on her back again, Sebastian collapses across her petite form, barely keeping his weight from suffocating her as he nuzzles his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling the aroma of her sweat-slick skin. Her arms lazily encircle his neck, and he grins as a raspy laugh falls from her lips.

“Oh my God,” she softly exclaims, her hands smoothing across his shoulders, one threading through the hair at the back of his neck. “What was that?”

“Dunno,” is all he can say with equally breathless amusement.

Perhaps of his own volition, or because he’s still burning with a longing to see her fat with his child, he lowers his groin down to drag against her mons. They both hiss at the contact, Sloane’s nails biting into his skin. Sebastian lifts himself up just enough so he can glance down between their bodies.

“Is it too much?” he whispers, wondering if he’d even be able to stop if she says it is.

But Sloane shakes her head and arches against him, silently pleading for more, as if she is also being driven by some unseen force. He shifts his balance, lifting one of her legs to slip around his waist before guiding himself back to her awaiting centre. It might be his imagination, but he can almost feel his cock pushing his come back into the depths of her channel. Sebastian bites down on his bottom lip until the taste of copper hits his tongue.

He stays close, their chests pressed against each other as he rolls his hips, keeping a languid pace for both their sakes. Sloane sighs, hitching her other leg up to ensure he strokes deep, and rests her head against his as he pants against her shoulder.

“I love you,” she declares, and it doesn’t matter that it’s the thousandth time she’s said it, the words encompass Sebastian in a warmth he never wants to leave.

He finds the strength to lift his head so their lips can crash together, matching the fervor below. He reaches to grab one of her arms, interlocking their fingers before pressing her hand into the mattress near her their heads. “I love you.”

Sebastian slips his other hand under her and lifts her hips, supporting her lower back as he grinds down, straining to keep himself balanced so he doesn’t crush her. It’s a gradual build this time, but the lingering sensitivity brings about their shared climax much sooner. Sloane’s breath hitches and her thighs tighten around his waist, her barely audible whimper preceding more whispered declarations of love. He spills again with a strained grunt and remains nestled against her as they gradually float down from a kind of bliss they write stories about.

Sebastian could drown in the storm of her eyes and the way she looks at him with all the affection in the world. He slides his hand across her waist to splay his fingers across her belly, the two sharing a quiet, knowing look. Realistically, he knew it was unlikely anything would come from their union—unions—this anniversary weekend. But that didn’t mean Sebastian couldn’t hope or pray that he and Sloane would be blessed with a child once again.

Little does he know.

Five years later

“Pancakes!”

“Oatmeal!”

“PANCAKES!”

“OATMEAL!”

Sebastian flicks his gaze from one child to the next, feeling a little more than frazzled as his twin boys argued, Cailean and Finlay debating as fiercely as any four-year-olds can. Their shouting turns into menacing glares, prompting Sebastian to glance at his eldest who was sitting at the table watching his siblings with an annoyed expression.

“What do you want, Ant?”

“To be excused,” the eight-year-old mumbles in reply.

Sebastian frowns, still unsure of how to deal with Antony’s sullen mood-swings. He looks at his youngest, Ewan, who was sitting in the highchair with a cheeky, toothless grin. At least he hasn't started talking in complete sentences—yet.

“PANCAKES!”

“OATMEAL!”

Cailean and Finlay start shouting again, this time chasing one another around the kitchen, prompting Ewan to erupt into a fit of giggles. Antony rolls his eyes and shakes his head, letting out an exasperated sigh that sounds well beyond his young years.

Sebastian never thought in a million years that at the age of thirty he would have four sons, his genetics wreaking havoc on his peaceful life and blessing him with nearly identical copies of himself. With the exception of the twin’s blonde locks and Ewan’s grey eyes, most days it feels like he is surrounded by children under the guise of Polyjuice. And they don't just look like him, either. They all have some aspect of his wild personality, making him mumble apologies to the afterlife—was he this much of a handful for his mother and father?

Maintaining his patience, Sebastian manages to stop the toddlers in their tracks, trying not to laugh at their scrunched-up faces when they attempt to protest.

“Hey now, remember we’re supposed to be quiet so mummy can sleep,” he explains in a gentle tone, thinking of his wife who has been plagued with a cold for the last few days. “Why don’t you all go outside and play—”

“NO!” the twins shout simultaneously, and Sebastian really considers he’s been cursed, the universe delivering him his karma in the form of two rambunctious offspring.

Cailean and Finlay wiggle out of their father’s grasp and attempt to run out of the kitchen, only to skid to a halt when they see their mother standing in the archway. She’s a little bleary from a restless sleep, but as beautiful as ever. The two flash sweet smiles, folding their hands behind their backs.

“Now you’ve done it,” Antony mutters, scooting his chair up to stand. He plucks Ewan from the highchair, the babe reaching out to squish his older brother’s cheeks. They exit through the nearby door to the garden.

Sloane tilts her head as she observes the remaining two, who are trying their best to appear innocent. She tuts, shaking her head. “You heard your father.”

They are out of the house as if they’ve apparated, dashing through the kitchen door. “Yes, mother!”

With all four children outside, Sebastian sighs, welcoming Sloane’s embrace as she comes to stand next to him. He greets her with a soft peck, “sorry if we woke you.”

“It’s alright,” she says softly, plucking a stuck piece of parchment from his back that reads, dummy. Sloane stifles her laughter as Sebastian groans. “I’m saving this for later.”

He smirks, wrapping his arms around her waist as he rests his chin on her shoulder, the two glancing out the kitchen window to watch their children play. Antony is sitting in the grass with Ewan in his lap, chatting to his babbling baby brother about the plants and flowers that surround them as Cailean and Finlay run themselves ragged, screaming incoherent, toddler obscenities.

As hectic as the days are, Sebastian enjoys his life as a busy father and husband, finding comfort in the chaos. He kisses Sloane’s cheek, smiling against her skin. “I love you.”

She tilts her head back to look up at him and he raises a curious eyebrow at her devious expression. He nervously chuckles, “what is it?”

Sloane grins.

“I’m pregnant.”

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Crib Building

@monthly-challenge 2024 | Fixing Something Fandom: Hogwarts Legacy Ship: Delilah Reeves(OC)/Sebastian Sallow

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53536270

When Delilah found out she was pregnant the first thing she did was tell her cat. Not her husband or her friends. In her defense, the cat was the only thing home at that time.

All Delilah knew was that it had been at the right time frame, she missed her cycle, and now she was getting sick in the mornings. Delilah's cat, Apollo, listened intently as she shared her news. His indifferent stare and occasional purrs did little to provide the emotional support Delilah needed. Despite the feline's lack of understanding, Delilah found comfort in having someone- or in this case, something- to confide in.

As the days passed, Delilah decided it was time to share the news with Sebastian. She carefully planned the moment, imagining his reaction and rehearsing what she would say. When the time came, she nervously approached him, unsure of how he would take the news.

To her surprise, Sebastian’s face lit up with joy as he processed the information. He embraced Delilah, expressing his excitement about becoming a father. Delilah's initial worries began to fade away, replaced by a sense of relief and happiness. Sebastian was worried sick throughout the entire pregnancy. He would get her anything she wanted and even took days off just so Delilah could stay in bed.

Sebastian's concern for Delilah grew stronger with each passing day of her pregnancy. He read books on pregnancy, attended parenting classes, and diligently followed every piece of advice from seasoned parents. He says he doesn’t want to mess up this new part of his life.

The due date was soon arriving, and the nursery was almost set up besides the crib, which Sebastian was setting up now. Delilah is trying to help him, but her husband persists otherwise. The instructions are laid flat on the ground in front of them. Sebastian, with a determined look on his face, tightened a screw on the crib. Delilah sat on the nearby rocking chair, a mix of exhaustion and excitement evident in her eyes. The room was filled with the scent of fresh paint and new furniture.

"Sebastian, are you sure you don't want any help?" Delilah asked.

Sebastian chuckled, "I've got this, Delilah. I want everything to be perfect for our little one."

As he clicked a piece into place, Sebastian stepped back to admire his handiwork. Delilah watched Sebastian with a mixture of admiration and amusement. Despite her own desire to help, she recognized the importance of letting Sebastian take charge in this moment.

With each screw tightened and each piece assembled, the crib began to form. Delilah couldn't help but imagine their baby sleeping peacefully within its confines, surrounded by love and warmth.

Lost in her thoughts, Delilah barely noticed when Apollo, their curious cat, sauntered into the room, his tail swishing lazily behind him. He jumped onto the crib, inspecting Sebastian's handiwork with a casual indifference that only a cat could muster.

Sebastian glanced over at Apollo and chuckled, "Looks like Apollo approves, Llilah."

Delilah laughed. Then, as if Apollo was testing the crib, two pieces came falling down.

Sebastian and Delilah exchanged wide-eyed glances, their laughter turning into shared surprise. Apollo, seemingly unimpressed by the falling pieces, gracefully hopped down from the crib and strolled away as if he had completed his mission.

Sebastian bent down to inspect the fallen wooden pieces, a perplexed expression on his face. Delilah, still chuckling, joined him and examined the situation.

"Well, it seems like Apollo wants to add his touch to the nursery too," she said, smiling.

Sebastian shook his head, a mix of amusement and mild frustration. "Looks like we have a feline interior decorator on our hands."

They gathered the fallen pieces and Sebastian began reattaching them to the crib. As the crib slowly took shape again, Delilah's exhaustion transformed into a renewed sense of excitement. She felt fortunate to have a partner like Sebastian.

Sebastian tightened the last screw, stepping back to survey the crib once more. "There we go, perfect again," he declared with a satisfied smile.

Delilah joined him. "Are you sure everything is fully screwed in this time?”

Sebastian grinned, giving the crib a firm shake to demonstrate its stability. "Rock solid," he assured her.

As they admired the crib, Delilah's eyes caught a glimpse of the baby mobile they had chosen – a delicate arrangement of stars and clouds that would soon captivate their little one's attention. She couldn't believe how close they were to meeting their baby.

Sebastian, noticing the wistful look on Delilah's face, wrapped his arm around her. "Can you believe we're just a few weeks away from becoming parents?"

Delilah sighed, leaning into him. "It feels like just yesterday I was telling Apollo about it."

Sebastian chuckled, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. “Little secret keeper! I'm glad you had someone to talk to when I was at work."

"He might not have given much advice, but he was a good listener."

"Well, I'll make sure to thank him for his contribution to the nursery."

They spent a few more moments in the nursery, imagining the future that awaited them. Their journey to parenthood had been filled with unexpected moments and laughter, and they were more than ready to embrace the joy and challenges that lay ahead.

The days melted away, and soon, the moment arrived when they welcomed their beautiful baby into the world. The nursery was now infused with the sweet aroma of baby powder and the soft coos of their little one.

Aurora Belle Sallow, the newest sassy girl in the house.

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in-class-daydreams · 9 months

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Dear Husband (Sebastian Sallow x Reader)

Pairing: Auror!Sebastian Sallow x Pregnant!Fem!Reader Synopsis: Pregnancy hormones have done something to your brain and you just can't get out of your husband's business. You're far past clingy at this point and your sweet husband is taking it like a champ. Alternatively: Preggy Brain Go Brrr TW: Slightly suggestive, but barely. Like on the spice scale, it's mayonnaise with a dash of paprika.

You have a big fat crush on your husband.

Yes, yes, he’s your husband, of course you have strong feelings for him, and you’d already developed a crush on him back at Hogwarts about three days into your fifth year. Obviously, that tingly feeling eventually developed into love, but this was different. You’ve long since fallen for him, but since he got you pregnant, you were just obsessed with the man.

Sebastian originally wanted to take more days off from the ministry due to you being with child, but you insisted that you were still three months out and didn’t need his constant presence just yet.. Though, you were beginning to regret that statement as you reclined on the couch, eating from the box of licorice spiders resting on your protruding stomach. If Baby Sallow was going to make you carry them, you figured you’re well within your rights to use them as a table. Licorice spiders were never your favorite, but your pregnancy made you crave the oddest of things, the licorice being one of them. And your sweet husband never complained about you decimating his stash of his favorite candy, not once.

Currently, your husband was busy in the kitchen cooking you breakfast before he went to work. His black dress shirt had the sleeves rolled up and his hair was only a bit more styled than he used to wear it as a student. You stuffed a handful of candy in your mouth and savored the chewy texture. Then you wondered to yourself if your child will look like him. They better not, if they’re going to make you round and make you push them out of your nethers. Then again, your husband is just so handsome you wouldn’t mind having a copy of him running around, but the problem is how you’d ever say no to either of them. It’s a dilemma to be sure.

“Are you comfortable, darling?” Sebastian asks. “I can bring more pillows from the bedroom if you’d like.”

You shake your head. He dotes on you plenty and while you’re quite sizable, you’d hardly consider yourself burdened with child just yet.

“Could you put the potatoes on the counter, please?” You rub your belly. “I don’t want to have to bend down for them later.”

“Of course.” Sebastian bends down and hoists the heavy bag onto the counter.

Confession time. You don’t have that problem at all. You are both a powerful witch and an ancient magic wielder, so you are more than capable of levitating as much as your entire house above your head. But if you did that, how could you watch your husband’s shirt tighten around his biceps?

You bite your lip watching him play both roles. Dressed as a breadwinner but doing domestic tasks. Cooking for you, making your shared bed, massaging your legs after dinner. You’d never admit this, but it’s empowering to have one of the most talented Aurors the ministry has ever seen at your beck and call.

That last thought is the final straw. You can’t take it any more. While his back is turned, you heft yourself up and approach him from behind, wrapping your arms around his midsection. You bury your face in his back and nuzzle him like a cat.

“Hello to you, too,” Sebastian chuckles, moving to turn to face you, but you hold him still.

His scent is intoxicating, a mix of your laundry detergent, a little woodsmoke, and something else uniquely him. You used to wear his Slytherin jumper back in the day for his quidditch matches, and you’d bury your face in the sleeves when no one was looking.

Speaking of quidditch, Sebastian is a few years removed from the sport considering his busy career since graduation, but Imelda’s rigorous training regimen withstood the test of time in the form of your husband’s thick forearms and broad shoulders.

You run your hands from his toned stomach, up his sides, and over his pecs before retracing your pattern down to thick thighs in tight slacks. His line of work made it necessary for him to keep in shape and you thanked every being in existence for that.

Sebastian puts a hand over yours when you start tugging his tucked shirt out of his waistband.

“Keep that up and you’ll be having burnt toast for breakfast,” he warns.

You whine, shaking off his hand and digging your fingers under his shirt to trace the warm skin across his hips.

“What if I have a different meal in mind this morning?” You press yourself against him, to which his breath hitches and he shuts off the stove. He spins around in your arms and tries to say something only for you to plant kisses up and down his jaw and down the slope of his neck. Sebastian’s head tips back and he groans under your touch and you smile against his neck. He’s been weak to you for as long as you’ve known him, give or take a few days.

But when you undo a button of his waistcoat, he makes a strangled sound and stops you, breathing quickly.

“Believe me, I want this desperately, but I can’t be late today,” he says like it physically pains him.

You rest your head on his chest and look up at him with the trained doe eyes you use to get your way. What are you supposed to do? Let him leave the house looking like that without you getting your fill of him? Preposterous.

Sebastian looks towards the ceiling as if he was asking a deity for strength to deny you. Granted, that’s what it would take at this point, but when he looks back down at you with resolve, you wonder if it really is divine intervention or if you’re just losing your touch.

“Please, love, I need to compare notes with my temporary partner. She won’t like it if I’m late,” he reasons.

You pout. “Ominis would understand.”

“Yes, but only because he’s fond of you. If I was married to anyone else, he’d give me an earful for being late. Besides, he won’t be back for another few weeks.” Sebastian turns back to the stove and plates your food before handing it to you.

You take it reluctantly and grumble. “Stupid Ominis. Stupid Turkish dark wizard.”

Sebastian smiles and gives you a gentle kiss on the lips. Then he bends at the waist and gives your bump a kiss as well.

“He’ll be back soon and then you can distract me before work as you please.” The thought is enough to placate you for the moment.

“Will you be in the office around noon? I’ll make you lunch,” you offer.

He confirms with another kiss. “I’ll see you then.”

Sebastian shrugs on his coat while you marvel at his delicious shoulder to hip ratio. If he wasn’t so prodigal with Auror work, he’d have made a fantastic model, you think. That would be a disaster in its own right, though, because the last thing you need is even more people oogling your husband.

On his way out the door, Sebastian looks at you over his shoulder and says, “But if you come by, we can’t shag in my office.”

Your jaw drops to the floor and you gasp in indignation.

“What! Why not?” you demand.

Sebastian sighs. “Because Baby Sallow makes it hard for me to bend you over the desk and, frankly, you’re not exactly quiet.”

“I’ll be quiet! I promise!” The thought of not getting your hands all over your husband until after his workday ended was turning your brain into mush. How on Earth could you survive that long? You nearly tear up at the idea. Ah, this must be the phase of pregnancy where your emotions are all over the place.

Sebastian closes the distance between you, laughing. “Wait a bit longer, and you won’t have to be quiet.” He whispers in your ear, “When I get home, I’ll make sure you can't be quiet if you try.”

At that, you shove him up against the door and kiss him senseless until he’s flushed and has to adjust himself in his pants before finally leaving for work.

The next time Sebastian works from home, he’s at the dining table pouring over several thick files of documents. This was the type of work he was amazing at. Growing up with professors for parents and a natural love for reading (even if that love caused some issues back in the day) made him an excellent investigator and you so loved watching him work.

You dip a slice of green apple into your cup of molasses and take a bite. It was certainly? A flavor? But your pregnant body demanded it and so apples and molasses it would be.

“But the bank account was clean…” Sebastian mutters to himself.

You lean against the counter, head resting in your free hand like a blushing schoolgirl. You bite the tip of your thumbnail as you admire the man who mastered the Dark Arts by the end of sixth year. Sure, he was an Auror now and used his expertise for good, but it was even more impressive that he was so close to the point of no return and was able to pull himself back from the brink. He liked to say it was your love for him that brought him back, but you always replied that you only helped him find the strength he had all along.

“You’re staring.”

You hum in pleasure at the sound of his deep voice. He has the same accent as most of the people around you, but his just makes you want to kick your feet and squeal.

“You’re so handsome,” you say dreamily.

Sebastian’s ears turn slightly pink. “Oh, well, I’m glad you think so. Thank you.”

You bite your lip. “I want to marry you.”

He barks out a surprised laugh, glancing at the gold band on his left ring finger. “I have good news for you.”

“I’d marry you a second time.”

Sebastian puts down the document he’s holding and eyes you.

“And a third.” You get up and make your way over to him to wrap your arms around his neck. Sebastian takes you in his arms as you continue. “Look at this face.” You trace constellations in his freckles with your eyes. “So handsome. Do you have any idea,” you gripe, “how many of our classmates would have done anything to have a chance with you?”

Swaying you both from side to side, Sebastian says, “Can’t say I recall. I was quite busy during my fifth year and on. Someone decided they wanted all my attention to themselves.” He kisses your nose.

“When quidditch season started back up in sixth year, it was impossible. You were walking around, getting bulkier by the day, wearing that damned uniform.” Tracing a finger up his chest, you continue to complain. “And I was just supposed to go on with my day and focus on lessons while the other girls were talking about how big and strong you’d gotten over the summer? Completely unfair.”

Sebastian grew several inches over the course of a few months and his development was not gradual. No, he went from boy to man almost overnight, and that, combined with his charming nature and sharp wit, made him a hot commodity sixth year and on.

Since being married to him, you’ve realized that what you saw at Hogwarts was nothing compared to what he would become. He was a cutie when you met him, and grew frustratingly attractive over the next few years, but Auror Sebastian? Your husband? He was outright handsome.

“Can I sit with you while you work?” you ask sweetly, to which Sebastian immediately agrees. He’s never really been able to say no to you, has he?

“But it’s just a paper trail. Terribly dull without context,” he warns.

You nod your head in understanding. All you want is to be near him. When you move to the other side of the table to pull over a chair, he stops you and pulls out his wand. From there he shifts around the furniture so that the sofa is right next to the table so you can lounge near him.

“I love you, Seb.”

“And I, you.”

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cursedonyx · 10 months

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Sebastian Sallow ABCs

Headcanons for our favourite freckled heathen 💚

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Holy SHIT this boi is affectionate. Constant hugs, cheek kisses, hand holding, even randomly picking you up off the floor to hug you from behind or throw you over his shoulder for shits and giggles. He’s got no problem with PDA’s and sometimes considers it a bit of a challenge to see how uncomfortable he can make others with how all over you he is. He’s a bit of a show-off and wants the entire world to know you’re his, and he’s yours.

In private, he’s just as affectionate, but considerably calmer. A moment not cuddling or kissing you is a moment wasted, and he’s particularly fond of nuzzling your neck, especially if it distracts you. He needs your attention like he needs oxygen, and he can get a little suffocating at times, but do be gentle with him if you need some space. He’s a sensitive thing, and craves your approval, even if he won’t admit it.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

The best way to describe a friendship with Sebastian is chaos. He’s enthusiastic, cheerful, playful, and daft as a brush. He isn’t afraid of embarrassing himself for comedic purposes, loses games and playful bets with grace, and is freely giving of his time and energy to those he loves. He’ll do anything for you, but he does expect some level of reciprocation, and may become a little irritated if he feels he’s not getting the same level of commitment back after some time, even if he won’t ask for it. He’s used to people taking advantage of his kindness, but not his best friends.

He takes the time to learn about you, watching you carefully and asking pointed, sometimes blunt questions, though he will respect you if you decline to discuss certain topics. He’ll find out soon enough anyway, he’s remarkably easy to talk to.

If he wants something specific from you, he will badger and pester and poke until you give in or lose your temper – trying to talk him out of it rarely works, as he’s extremely good at manipulating conversations to his benefit, precisely because of how well he knows you. Don’t misunderstand, Sebastian doesn’t mean to do this maliciously – he’s very strong-willed and firmly believes what he’s doing is right, or necessary. Losing your temper with him will bring him back to earth with a bump, and he will be extremely apologetic. He means it when he's sorry.

If you need him for anything, he’ll be there for you, regardless of whether it’s venting to him about something, asking his advice, going on an adventure, or just having a little cry. He wants to be there for you, and will be, no matter what. He’ll take the fall for you if you get into trouble, but he never outright asks to be repaid for that, trusting you to help him out when he needs it.

He’s mischievous, cheeky, and a terrible influence. He’s hilarious.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

All of the cuddles, all of the time, in any and every way imaginable. If he’s not flumped on top of you, he’s pulled you onto his chest so you can flump. His absolute favourite way to cuddle is his head on your stomach or chest, and you playing with his hair. It drives him wild, and if your relationship is at that stage, it won’t remain a cuddle for long. If you need to distract him, run your fingers through his hair, and he’ll be putty in your hands.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Loves cooking. Hates cleaning. Laundry day is the WORST. Can’t bake for shit but will float around the kitchen if you do until you let him lick the bowl, then he’ll leave you alone for ten minutes. He works best if there’s some kind of routine, and you remind him (regularly) when it’s his turn to do the dishes. He’ll grumble about it, but will do a good job. He prefers it if you do household chores together, especially if he can distract you from it, or turn it into some kind of game.

He’d love to settle down with the right person, but only after a year or two of adventuring and exploring the world with you.

He’s indifferent about children. Honestly, he’d really rather not, he wants you all to himself, all the time, and he’s traumatised by his parents’ deaths and how he was treated growing up. Knowing how dangerous the world can be (and how much trouble you two can find yourselves in), he doesn’t want to risk having children, only for you, or him, to die. He knows how that feels and doesn’t want any more children to suffer it. But, if it’s what you want, he’ll eventually agree, and will be a caring father, even if he does miss the time when it was just you two.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Being the fiery guy he is, there would be an argument. You’d have to do something pretty major for him to want to leave you, and he’d be devastated. Emotional. Shouting, and probably crying with rage and pain. He’d storm out, and he wouldn’t come back. He’d be heartbroken, but his pride wouldn’t let him return. If you want a chance at having him back, you’d need to go after him, but he’s stubborn. Even if it hurts him, if you hurt him enough for him to want to leave, his decision would be final.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married? How would they propose?)

Seb tends to let his heart rule his head, and if he’s in love with you, he’s going to want that to be forever. He would want to marry you as soon as he was able to, regardless of whether or not he can afford to. Hell, he’d make you a ring of woven grass if that’s all he could manage, and to him, once it’s on your finger it would be more precious than diamond. He’d try and do the right thing, saving up and getting you a band of gold and gems, making sure he can support you, trying to plan the perfect proposal with Ominis’ help, but knowing him, “will you marry me?” will be at the forefront of his mind for months leading up to the actual event, and chances are he’ll blurt it out way ahead of time.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He’s a firecracker, and sometimes forgets his own strength. He will try to be gentle and is extremely good at comforting you if you need it, but he can be pretty rough physically, without meaning to. If you’re arguing, he’ll say things in the heat of the moment that he doesn’t necessarily mean, and will regret it immediately. If he’s calm, he’s the gentlest person you’ve ever met.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He’s pretty touch-starved, and craves hugs from those he loves. He’ll accept hugs from those he doesn’t know so well, but he’s less keen. The first time you hug him will stick out in his memory as much as your first kiss, especially if you initiate. He’ll take the chance to hug you whenever he can, and his hugs are surprisingly tender. He loves resting his head on yours, or on your shoulder, and letting his weight rest against you if you’re strong enough to hold him.

I = Intimacy (How do they like to be intimate? Any preferences/kinks?)

Sebastian can best be described as a submissive-leaning-switch. As much as he loves to please you, he can’t help but lose his mind when you take control, swiftly devolving into a begging, whimpering, desperate mess. This is a side he only shows to you. On occasion, especially if you’ve spent the day teasing him and winding him up, he will be ferocious and take what he wants the moment he’s able.

He fully understands the word ‘no,’ however, even if he’s moments away from sliding into you, he will stop, as difficult as he finds it.

He’s open to exploring with you, save for the more extreme kinks. He’s not adverse to being restrained, and he’s almost embarrassed to admit how much he loves your hand on his throat.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He’s a freckled little green-eyed monster, this one. He won’t ever try and stop you talking to other people, and tries to see any flirting as playful banter. But, it doesn’t take much for him to see things as going too far, and he’ll always blame the other person you’re talking to, getting cross with them and encouraging you away, complaining about them as soon as they’re out of earshot. If someone oversteps their boundaries, he would hex them without a second’s thought, or, if he actually does take a moment to think, he’ll challenge them to a duel.

If you’ve been deliberately flirting to make him jealous, consider it mission accomplished. He will either whisk you away to make out with you or sleep with you to mark his territory, or he’ll sulk, and petulantly find someone else to flirt with until you get jealous. With his charm, it’s very easy for him to do.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

If you looked up the word ‘passionate’ in the dictionary, you’d see a picture of Sebastian. He loves bringing you close to him and holding you tight, tracing his lips over yours before moving over your cheek and down your neck. A quick peck will leave him breathless and wanting more, and he’ll take it if he’s got the chance. Your lips are his favourite thing to kiss, and if you’re intimate, he’ll lose his mind if you kiss his hips.

L = Love (When do they say ‘I love you?’ How are they as a romantic partner?)

When Sebastian falls, he falls hard. You take up every spare inch of his mind, often pushing aside other matters. He always wants to know how you are, where you are, who you’re with, and wants to be with you every moment of the day. He’ll be carefree and playful, doing everything he can to make you smile. If he makes you laugh hard enough that no sounds come out, he considers it an achievement and will strut around like a proud pigeon for the rest of the day.

Passion is Sebastian’s middle name, and this extends to him as a romantic partner. He loves like a wildfire, bright and fierce, all consuming. It can be exhausting, but he does appreciate the softer moments with you, and adores laying his head in your lap, or on your chest so you can play with his hair. If he’s not said it before, he’s nervous about telling you he loves you, just in case he’s made a mistake, and he’s got it wrong, and you don’t feel the same way. But he'll say it regardless, most likely in the heat of the moment, when you’ve fought off a band of goblins, or when he climaxes with you. He makes sure to tell you at least once a day, to make sure you know, and hearing you say it to him makes him grin and giggle like a kid.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

This one is NOT a morning person. He hates waking up before eleven, and even then, it’s a struggle to get out of bed, especially if you’re with him. He wants to be snuggled up to you, halfway between sleeping and waking, forever. His favourite part of the day is when you’re sleepily nuzzling and cuddling.

If he’s forced to get up, he’s happy to just fall into his clothes and go about his day, preferring to shower and such before bed. He occasionally skips breakfast in favour of an extra half an hour in bed.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Sebastian is often up until the wee hours, reading and researching his latest passion. He appreciates the quiet and the still the night brings, and tends to be more active from 5pm onwards. If you’re a night owl too, he’ll relish being able to lean against you as he reads, and he adores it when you drift off in his arms, to the point he’ll toss his book aside and just hold you. If you’re more of a morning person, he’ll make an effort to keep to your routine, but if he's in bed before eleven he’ll be awake for hours, tossing and turning and unable to settle, unless you wear him out.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He’s pretty open about most things, but when it comes to his childhood, especially with Solomon, he doesn’t talk about it much. If he does, he tends to speak of it as though he’s struggling with a difficult colleague, distancing himself from the relationship without realising it.

If you’re romantically linked, he will eventually open up to you about what he suffered. It’ll take a moment or two for him to get going, lots of false starts and uncertain words, but then it’ll all come tumbling out in a rush. He’ll speak for hours without realising it about all he went through, jumping ahead in the timeline, or back, depending on how the memories hit him. He may get jumbled, telling the story of one event, then switching to another because he's just remembered it, then falling back to the original story. Such is the way with trauma.

Any advice you give him in overcoming what he endured will be met with acceptance, and a willingness to try. He may become frustrated if it doesn’t work immediately, but he’s not one to give up, and he will see results eventually, finding it easier to accept what happened to him wasn’t his fault.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Hotheaded AF. Easily annoyed, easily angered, but just as quick to cool down. Will occasionally say things he regrets in the heat of the moment if he’s rowing with someone he loves, and against an enemy, he can be very cool-headed, but his anger will still take over and he can be quite violent. He gets frustrated easily, especially if he’s trying to do something important, and the results just aren’t showing, but he won’t give up. If anything, the frustration just makes him more determined until his goal consumes him. Best to head him off early or distract him.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Sebastian has a very good memory for detail, considering the amount of time he spends researching. He’ll often surprise you by bringing up some tiny thing you told him years ago, something you may have even forgotten yourself. He can be distractible and distant if he’s caught up in something, but you’re important enough to him for him to set whatever he’s involved with aside, and he’ll remember what you need him to.

That said, if he needs to remember something he really, really doesn’t want to do (like going to visit your horrible great aunt felicia or going to the dentist) he’ll quite conveniently ‘forget’ and plan something else.

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

He couldn’t pick if you asked him. Everything about you is precious to him. But, if push came to shove, he’d remember all the times you stood by him, stuck your neck out for him and supported him when no one else did. The moment he realised he was in love with you will stand out in his mind until his last day.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Sebastian is wildly protective of you, and will often try to get in front of you if you’re battling poachers or other enemies, even if you’re a more powerful fighter. His protectiveness can border on possessiveness, and he’ll get angry if you’re hurt, throwing out ideas of revenge that won’t really go anywhere. He’d wrap you up in cotton wool if he could, but at the same time, he adores the danger the pair of you get into, especially as it’s quite the aphrodisiac for him once you’re both victorious and safe.

If you get protective of him, it’s a little confusing for him at first, but he quickly adapts to loving how much you care. He’s rarely had that before, and it means the world to him that you’d stand up for him.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Sebastian puts a surprising amount of effort into his dates and gifts, trying to make each experience unique and special. That said, once he finds a formula that works, he tends to stick with it, varying it up a little here and there. When it comes to you, no effort is too much, but he never goes overboard, understanding that too much can be off-putting.

He’ll always see something through to the end, regardless of the task, unless it’s something he truly wants to avoid doing, and then you’ll have a very difficult job in finding him until he thinks the ‘danger’ has passed.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Personal space? What’s that? Sebastian’s visceral need to be with you at all times can be suffocating, and you get the feeling he’d follow you to the loo if you let him. He understands the need for personal space, and alone time, and he’ll respect it if you put your foot down, but he needs reassurance that you’re still his, he’s still yours, and you’re not asking to be apart from him because you’re growing tired of him.

He’s very nosy, and if he thinks you’re hiding something, he’ll pester and pry for an answer, especially if he’s worried about you. It all comes from a place of love, but his insecurities, growing up as a twin and his love of knowledge makes him want to know everything.

Jealousy: Sebastian’s jealousy can be overbearing at times, and he doesn’t even know he’s doing it. A gentle, but firm conversation is needed to make sure he learns to respect your boundaries. Credit to him, once he knows what your boundaries are, he will respect them.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s cute and he knows it. Sebastian’ll make an effort with his appearance, of course, but only to the point to make sure his hair is brushed, his teeth are clean and his shirt’s not inside out. He’s got a kind of casual grace, and with his frame, everything seems to suit him. He does care what you think of him, though, and if you tell him something looks good on him, you can bet your bottom dollar he’ll be wearing whatever it is until it’s worn to threads. Compliments on his appearance mean a lot more coming from you.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

His world would end without you. If he lost you, for whatever reason, he would spend the rest of his life trying to find a way to bring you back, even if you die. And if anyone could succeed in this regard, it would be Sebastian.

X = Xtra (Random headcanons for them)

He won’t admit it, but he’d do anything for a bar of Honeydukes’ Best Chocolate. Think Scooby Doo and Scooby Snacks – it’s that level of ‘I want that in my tummy.’

Despite everything he’s been through, he’s resolutely cheerful, to the point it’s almost unhealthy. If he trusts you enough to cry in front of you, that’s a sign you’ve found a friend or lover for life – he doesn’t even cry in front of Ominis.

His bond with Anne mimics the usual twintuition – they have a way of knowing what the other is thinking, feeling or doing, even if they’re apart, which is partly why he was so desperate to cure her, he could literally feel the pain she was experiencing; knowing it was so much worse for her than the small twinges he'd occasionally get made him almost mad with fear for her.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

You’d need Anne’s approval – if Sebastian’s twin doesn’t like you, that’s going to be a problem. He trusts her opinion. If you don’t like her, he’ll lose interest faster than if you’d shat directly on the dining room table.

Sebastian’s always up for a joke and banter, but he doesn’t like cruel humour that’s designed to upset someone else to make others laugh. Bullies make him angry, and he doesn’t want anything to do with a bully.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Sebastian’s sleep is troubled, especially after Solomon, and considering that it's pretty much established that he didn't have his own bed in the cottage (though this has enabled him to fall asleep literally anywhere). His childhood is full of trauma, losing his parents, the abuse he suffered at Solomon’s hands, Anne’s curse… as he tends to push things down and try and be cheerful, this comes out in nightmares. He occasionally wakes up screaming, even though he tries to pretend it doesn’t happen. He sleeps better when you’re holding him, and if he manages to process his trauma, he’ll sleep through the night. He falls asleep very easily, but he’s a light sleeper and will wake up regularly.

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shadowtriovibes · 11 months

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Hi, could I request a oneshot of female!MC in a toxic relationship and Sebastian angry/in protect mode after seeing a bruise on her, and going after her bf? As he confronts him he reveals his love for her in his heightened emotions. MC catches up in time to overhear everything and to stop Sebastian from killing him. Ending with fluff and MC ditching him for Bash?

Thank you, I love your blog!! 💖

hello anon! thanks for the request — obviously the topic is a little sensitive so please mind the tags before reading! 🤍

a guy like you should wear a warning

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

Word Count: 2.5k

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence, Blood, Canon-Typical Violence, magical fights and physical fights, Love Confessions, Hurt/Comfort

“You know why I’m here,” he says simply. “Did you seriously think you wouldn’t have to answer for that? She’s bruised.” A brief flicker of fear passes over the boy’s face as sparks fly out of the end of Sebastian’s wand, but quickly it’s smoothed over with a haughty grin. “So she told you, is that it?” the boy asks. “Poor thing, I should’ve known the ‘hero of Hogwarts’ couldn’t take one fight before running off to her little guard dog.” “You call that a fight?” Sebastian demands. “Looked a little one-sides to me.”

It’s bad enough that Sebastian has gotten used to seeing you confidently wear the collection of scars you’ve accumulated during your time at Hogwarts.

In fact, the very first time he’d met you, he’d noticed the thin scar that runs from your eyebrow down to the middle of your cheek. It’s the first thing that most people notice about you when they first meet you, he assumes, which is frankly an insult to your eyes.

Eventually you told him that your scar had come from an attack you’d withstood back in London – the very attack that brought Professor Fig to you in the first place, and that had resulted in you learning about at Hogwarts. Some of Rockwood’s men had tried to corner you just off Diagon Alley when it had occurred, and while Wiggenweld had been helpful in making sure you didn’t lose your sight in that eye, the swift Diffindo you’d taken to the face would always leave a mark.

You’ve also got a burn on your forearm from a particularly rough round of Cross Wands. Sebastian loathes that he’s responsible for it, even though you insist that you’ve grown to rather like it.

“It’s a badge of honor,” you joke, delighted by his residual guilt. “I’ll always remember that I ended up winning that round, won’t I?”

There are countless others, too: a thin scar by your lip where a particularly aggressive poacher had decked you while wearing an ostentatious ring, a fading mark on your ankle from angry Mongrel’s bite, and a small round burn from the tip of an Ashwinder wand right above your left hip that he’d only once caught a glimpse of.

By now Sebastian has seen just about every mark on you. (Hell, he was there when you got half of them.)

However, that familiarity means he’s quickly able to spot when there’s a new mark on you — especially where one shouldn’t be.

That morning at breakfast, he’s too preoccupied by the lush pile of cinnamon scones in front of him to get a good look at you when he first arrives. Given that he’s simply rubbish at Astrology, he’d been up late charting the stars to prepare for his N.E.W.T.s and had only just arrived near the tail end of the meal.

He’s already shoved half a scone in his mouth before he realizes Ominis is sitting beside you looking grim, one hand gently resting on your shoulder. On your other side, Anne is murmuring quiet reassurances to you while you press a cold compress to the right side of your face.

“It’s not that bad,” Anne says softly. “Just dab some Wiggenweld on it and it won’t even leave a scar.”

“Merlin, what happened to you this time?” Sebastian asks.

Anne shoots him a warning look as you sheepishly lift your head, gently removing the compress to show off an angry red laceration on your cheek. He hisses sharply – that looks like it hurts.

“It’s a long story,” you mumble.

“I’ve got time,” Sebastian says easily.

He hopes he’ll hear another story about how you’d been unable to sleep so you slipped out in the middle of the night to take on a lingering poacher camp, or maybe you’d attempted to sneak one of your baby Graphorns into one of the last remaining dens along the Clagmar Coast and failed to avoid detection.

Instead, you just avert your eyes.

“W-well, I guess it’s not really a story,” you murmur. “I was just running late to breakfast this morning and I, um… tripped, and those stairs are harder than they look.”

Sebastian frowns. You don’t keep many secrets from each other these days, but he can still recognize when you’re not telling the truth. Besides, that rapidly-bruising cut is clearly from a smack to the face, not a tumble down the stairs.

Anne pointedly clears her throat and takes the compress from your hand, tenderly pressing it to your cheek without another word.

When Sebastian looks across to Ominis, he’s surprised to see his friend’s sightless eyes peering back at him purposefully before he subtly shakes his head.

Not many people know that Ominis has quietly been studying Legilimency for several years. It was actually Professor Hecat who had suggested it in the first place, noting that his inability to interpret body language made dueling significantly more dangerous for him. Obviously saw Legilimency as a tactical advantage, but for Ominis, it was something infinitely more nuanced – a form of magic that his family hadn’t tainted, to start.

Indeed, Sebastian is surprised that his closest friend would have invaded your mind without your explicit consent, but he would be the first to admit that if he had such a skill, he would have done the same thing.

A beat later, Sebastian hears his best friend’s voice echo inside his head as he says, She didn’t fall. It was him.

His vision goes red, and his hand is on his wand before he even realizes what he’s doing.

“Bash,” Anne warns as he stands up from the table. “Don’t.”

“W-what are you doing?” you ask quietly, and as you peer up at him, the compress slips down your face.

As soon as he sees your wound again, there’s nothing anyone at that table could possibly say that would stop him from tracking down that sanctimonious Gryffindor prick you’ve been dating for the past few months.

Sebastian had been quite shocked indeed when you’d announced that you had started dating a boy you’d met in Hogsmeade near the start of term. Of course, the shock stemmed from the fact that you were apparently the last of your little quartet to learn that Sebastian was hopelessly in love with you.

You remained ignorant and had let that smooth-talking, arrogant twat into your circle without so much as a second thought, Sebastian had thought bitterly. He’d had to watch miserably as you spent less and less time with your fellow Slytherins in favor of being plied with attention from him and his cacophonous troupe of utter wankers.

Of course, Sebastian knew he was only dating you because you were the “hero of Hogwarts” and not because he actually liked you. He’d tried to tell you that once, and predictably it had gone rather horribly.

(Specifically, you’d hexed him so hard that he’d had to spend the night in the hospital wing because he couldn’t stop belching up flames).

But now it seems like his motives have shifted. He didn’t just want to date you – he wanted to control you.

Maybe you had indeed snuck out the night before, hoping to simply have some time alone with your thoughts while you patrolled for stray camps on your broom. And perhaps when you overslept and arrived late to breakfast, he pulled you aside and said that he was sick of waiting up for you, that it makes him look bad in front of his friends, like you don’t respect him. And maybe for good measure, he’d told you that you may have more powerful magic than him, but he certainly doesn’t need a wand to remind you of your place.

A quick glance at the long Gryffindor table across the room informs Sebastian that your boyfriend is long gone, perhaps anticipating that bruising you like that will come with swift consequences. Ignoring Anne’s protests and Ominis’ gentle warning to stick to legal spells, please, he stomps off toward the Grand Staircase.

Ultimately he tracks down the rotten sod in the Transfiguration courtyard, pompously leaning on the fountain like he doesn’t have a very precise bounty on his head.

“Get up, you feckless git,” Sebastian growls.

He’s already drawn his wand, and the rest of your gutless Gryffindor’s posse quickly scatters several meters away.

“Sallow,” he drawls. “What’s the problem today?”

It’s no secret that Sebastian is not a fan of the boy, though Ominis frequently bends over backward trying to encourage him to be polite for your sake.

“You know why I’m here,” he says simply. “Did you seriously think you wouldn’t have to answer for that? She’s bruised.”

A brief flicker of fear passes over the boy’s face as sparks fly out of the end of Sebastian’s wand, but quickly it’s smoothed over with a haughty grin.

“So she told you, is that it?” the boy asks. “Poor thing, I should’ve known the ‘hero of Hogwarts’ couldn’t take one fight before running off to her little guard dog.”

“You call that a fight?” Sebastian demands. “Looked a little one-sided to me.”

“You and I both know that if she’s wanted to, she could have tossed me into the air and slammed me right into the ground without lifting her wand,” the boy reminds him, standing up from the fountain and slowly reaching for his own wand. “But she knows better.”

Oh, Sebastian is sincerely going to enjoy this, he thinks.

Before the other boy can properly aim at Sebastian, he quickly casts a merciless Depulso at him and sends him skidding into the fountain – but not before crashing into the tranquil Wyvern statue that sits in the middle.

When he emerges, waterlogged and swearing up a storm, he sends a vicious Descendo across the courtyard to Sebastian.

Of course, Sebastian Sallow didn’t earn his title of reigning champion of Cross Wands by being unable to dodge such a simple spell.

The next curse he casts burns hot when it’s expelled from his wand.

“Confringo!” he shouts.

Flames flicker at the edges of your boyfriend’s robes and he yelps, panicked, before clumsily stamping out the fire with his soaked cloak.

Sebastian gives him no time to recover. “Flipendo!”

He goes sailing through the air and lands in the grass at the base of a gnarled tree, his wand abandoned by the fountain.

“You’re pathetic, Sallow,” he taunts. “All this for some whiny little slag?”

All of a sudden there’s a taste in Sebastian’s mouth that sends him reeling. It’s metallic, like blood, and stings a bit like an electric current. He remembers that taste – it precedes an urge he hasn’t felt in years, a spell he swore he’d never let cross his lips ever again. But it’s there, begging to be cast, practically daring him to silence your tormenter permanently.

He stomps over to the spineless, hunched-over prick with his wand drawn, pointed squarely at the boy’s chest.

But then he hears your voice call out, “Bash, stop!”

Both boys turn just in time to see you dash down the stairs into the courtyard, Anne and Ominis on your heels.

“Stop,” you repeat, and Sebastian can see that you’re trembling. “He’s not worth it.”

He murmurs your name, distracted just enough to lower his wand almost imperceptibly. Unfortunately, it’s enough for the boy beneath him to roll out of his aim and pull himself to his feet. Then he swings at Sebastian, disarmed and desperate.

Sebastian tastes very real blood in his mouth this time — his lip has split, he realizes.

Then he laughs, which unsettles just about every onlooker in the courtyard.

“Mate, you can hit me all you’d like,” Sebastian says dryly. “But I haven’t got any compunction about hitting you back.”

For someone who generally agrees with Ominis that wandless violence is uncouth and uninspired, Sebastian packs a mean punch. He hears the twat’s nose break as he collapses to the ground in a heap, evidently knocked out cold.

Anne gasps. Ominis sighs, dissatisfied.

You, however, are completely silent.

“He deserved it,” are the first words out of Sebastian’s mouth.

As he carefully flexes the fingers of his bloodied hand, he adds, “He deserved much worse, actually.

“Sebastian, that’s enough,” Anne hisses. “You won, let’s just drop it.”

He desperately rakes his hand through his messy curls. Once he catches his breath, he carefully approaches you.

You look frozen in place — in fact, you’ve hardly moved a muscle since Sebastian had called out to you.

“I didn’t want you to see that,” he says quietly. “But I meant it. He dared to lay a finger on you, he had to answer for it.”

You nod carefully and barely flinch when Sebastian lifts a finger to trace along your bruised cheek.

“Bash,” you whisper. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” he says quickly, but you cut him off with a shake of your head.

“I’m sorry you had to handle him,” you say softly. “I wanted to, I would have, I just... At first I wasn’t even sure if it was real. I couldn’t believe that someone who loved me would say things like that to me, or hit me like that.”

Without thinking, Sebastian scoffs and says, “He doesn’t love you, I love you.”

Sebastian didn’t think those bewitching eyes of yours could go any wider, but once again he’s wrong.

“W-what?” you stutter.

“I — I just meant, someone who loves you wouldn’t put their hands on you,” he insists, mentally cursing his own existence. “A-and I’d never hurt you, obviously, so–”

“You love me?” you whisper. “Truly, Bash?”

He’d imagined finally telling you the truth so many times, but none of those scenarios involved Ominis, his twin sister and about forty other students watching with bated breath.

“I mean… yeah,” he laughs softly, deciding to reach for an aloofness that might allow him to maintain a shred of dignity. “Thought it was pretty obvious that I’ve been mad about you for ages.”

But before you can respond, you hear Professor Weasley emerge from her classroom and exclaim, “What in Merlin’s name is all this commotion?!”

You take Sebastian’s hand and start to tug him toward the Defense Against the Dark Arts Tower in hopes of sparing him what would surely be several weeks of detention. The rest of the crowd quickly disperses and offers you much-needed cover; fortunately you’re able to spirit Sebastian away up to the Room of Requirement without being stopped.

“Sit,” you instruct him once inside, gesturing to a small round table with mismatched chairs. “You’re still bleeding.”

Sebastian touches his lip as he takes a seat and discovers that it indeed stings. You return with a rag and a bottle of Wiggenweld, dabbing some onto the cloth and gingerly pressing it to his lip.

“Thanks,” he mumbles.

“Sebastian,” you say carefully. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah, go on,” he agrees.

You stubbornly wait until he meets your gaze before you ask him, “Did it ever occur to you that there might be a simpler way to tell me that you love me than nearly killing my boyfriend in front of half the school?”

He waits a beat before admitting, “Honestly? Not really.”

You smile ruefully and use the rag to wipe away the rest of the blood around Sebastian’s mouth. Once you inspect his wound and confirm that the potion has firmly sealed up where it had split, you lean in and press a gentle kiss to his lips.

Before you can pull away, he murmurs against your lips, “But he’s not your boyfriend anymore though, right?”

You simply roll your eyes at him and toss the rag against his chest so he can return the favor.

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #sebastian x mc #sebastian x reader #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x reader #hogwarts legacy fic #my fic #mind the tags please there’s some common triggers

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SFW Alphabet - Sebastian Sallow

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Very. Sebastian is definitely the type to express his love through physical touch. He likes resting his head on your lap when the two of you read, but he also enjoys holding you in his lap, too.

B = Broom (Are they good at flying? Do they play Quidditch?)

Sebastian is one of the best flyers in Slytherin, but he doesn’t play Quidditch. Despite Imelda pestering him to join the team for years, he is much more interested in books and dueling. He is a substitute for the house team, but he only agreed to get Imelda off his back.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He loves to cuddle. I mentioned it before but he loves laying in your lip and vice versa. There’s nothing more relaxing than having your fingers comb through his hair.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Not right now, but he will eventually want to settle down if that’s something you want. Sebastian would be terrible at cooking and cleaning, but he’ll learn all of the domestic spells so neither of you will have to worry about it.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It would take a lot for him to get to that point, and he certainly won’t be the self-sacrificing type who will do it “for your own good”. There has to be a serious incompatibility or betrayal before he even considers it. Because his decision is logical to him, it can come off as quite cold and unfeeling, even though he probably spent a lot of time crying alone before finally breaking up with you.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Once Sebastian knows he loves you, he knows he wants to marry you. You’ve both already seen each other at your absolute worsts and got through it together, he figures there can’t be much left that could get in the way of your relationship. He won’t ask you until you’ve finished school, of course, but it won’t be long after that.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He can be, but he’s usually not. He knows you’re not made of paper, so he has no problem manhandling you. Verbally, he’s not gentle, either. Sebastian speaks his mind bluntly because he doesn’t have time to beat around the bush. This can lead to him saying the wrong thing every now and again, but he usually means well.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He doesn’t often full-on hug you, but when he does, it’s usually from behind. He’ll wrap his arms around your shoulders and pull you into his chest and rest his head against yours. His hugs are comforting and make you feel safe and secure.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

I think Sebastian says it fairly early on. He falls hard and fast, so it won’t be long until he’s dropping the L-word.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Sebastian can become quite jealous. He trusts you, it’s everyone else he doesn’t trust, so he won’t pick a fight with you about it or anything, but when he’s jealous he can become very pouty. He’ll also insert himself into the situations making him feel that way, so if you’re talking to another guy he knows has a crush on you, he’s going to force himself into the conversation and make an excuse to pull you away for himself.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Intense. He likes cute, loving pecks on the cheek as much as the next person, but he loves intense make-out sessions much more. He always kisses you like it’s the first and last time, as if he’s savouring every moment he has with you. His favourite place to kiss you is on the lips, but he’ll turn into mush if you kiss him just below his ear.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He’s surprisingly good with children. They respect him and enjoy his company because he treats them like little adults. He doesn’t speak down to them or dismiss them because of their age, and he now despises people who believe children should stay out of sight.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Usually lazy. He likes to sleep in as late as possible with you, and he has a habit of “locking” you against his chest so you can’t get up before him. He’s really cuddly in the mornings, and his excessive kisses have caused you to be late to appointments on multiple occasions. Not that you’re complaining.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Sebastian is a night owl, so he’s usually up late reading. He would love if you could join him, but if not, he’ll lay with you in bed until you fall asleep and then go about his business until the early morning.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

You know the answer to this. Sebastian Sallow has no filter around you, and he never will. He’s telling you his and everyone else’s life story the minute you finish kicking his ass in DADA, and that openness will continue throughout your relationship.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Not very easily. He can get snippy and argumentative, but it takes a lot to truly anger him. But once he’s angry, you’ll know about it.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Sebastian isn’t the worst, but he could be better. He’ll remember everything he thinks is important to either you or your relationship, but he’s not going to remember the name of your childhood dog unless that’s something you frequently mention.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

There are a lot of moments he cherishes, but his favourite is still the first time you invited him to Hogsmeade and took down a troll together. Not only was it the first time you dueled side-by-side to protect the village, but he also considers it your first, unofficial date.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Extremely protective. Sebastian has lost almost everyone in his life to tragedy, and he doesn’t want to lose you, too. He’s not overbearing or controlling, but he will push you behind him during a fight, insist on accompanying you on tasks, and make sure you get the rest you need when he feels like you’re overworking yourself. He knows you’re the type to stumble into dangerous situations for a good deed, he fell in love with that part of you so he won’t try to change it, but you won’t have to do it alone anymore.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He puts 100% into everything he does, so there’ll be no half-measures with him. He’ll try to make every date feel like your first date all over again, every anniversary will be more romantic than the last, etc.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Once Sebastian has set his mind to something, you’re not talking him down from it. He doesn’t care how stupid, dangerous, inconvenient, etc. it might be, he’s already thought about the risks and is willing to take them.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

It depends. He’s not overly concerned in his day-to-day life, and he doesn’t mind becoming disheveled and dirty from dueling or flying, but he cleans up well when he wants to.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Absolutely. You have been through so much with Sebastian, and you’re pretty much the only one who has stuck by him through thick and thin. He only really feels “whole” when he’s with you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Sebastian might be a flirt, but he’s not a player. You’re his first everything and you’ll be his only everything if he has anything to say about it.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Disloyalty. Sebastian is one of the most loyal people you will ever meet, and he expects the same in return. You don’t even have to be disloyal to him, he’ll just think it’s unattractive if you possess that trait and it could be a deal breaker for him.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He can’t sleep with clothes on. If he absolutely has to he can force himself, but the rest of the time; he’s sleeping butt-naked.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy imagines #hogwarts legacy headcanon #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x mc #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction

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akechiguro · 1 year

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Could you also do yandere headcanons for Ominis Gaunt? I loved it for Sebastian ♡

yandere ominis gaunt headcanons

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Synopsis | a collection of headcanons for a yandere boyfriend, Ominis Gaunt.

Word Count | 622.

Content Warnings | mentions of intrusive thoughts, stalking

Author’s Note | sorry for the delay on these, anon!! i don’t have an excuse 😞 but i hope you enjoy nonetheless 🫶

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✧. ┊ unlike sebastian’s primal jealousy, ominis’ comes in the form of domestic anger. he’ll be petty, with short responses and a firm refusal to talk about whatever’s bothering him if he sees you talking to another guy. he’s aware how toxic it is, but he feels there’s no words to describe his jealousy when he sees you with other people.

✧. ┊ ominis knows you need your space. he tries to respect it as much as he can, but his fear of losing you is so deep that he’s physically unable to be separated from you for more than an hour. if he doesn’t see you for any reason he worries, and is constantly needing confirmation you still like him and there’s nobody else. the years of trauma have done a number on his self-security.

✧. ┊ ordinarily, ominis is completely against the usage of dark magic. being forced to use the cruciatas curse and having it used on him completely changed his views on the magic. but if anyone were to present themselves as a threat, whether it be a physical one or a love interest who isn’t himself, he’s willing to use his apt for the dark arts to make sure nobody, nobody, comes between you and him.

✧. ┊ ominis would never hurt you. it’s almost as if he’s unable to even think about hurting you without upsetting himself. even when he’s ignoring you for speaking to someone who wasn’t himself, he feels extremely horrible about it, going as far as to beg on his knees if you desire such an apology. if he is being petty about your inner circle, he still makes sure to leave your favorite sweets from Honeydukes on your nightstand (with help from your owl if you’re not in the boys dorm), just to let you know he still cares.

✧. ┊ he’s ashamed of it, but he has stalked you before— or rather, he does. never outside of school, he wouldn’t be able to come up with a good enough reason to tell the Sallows, but he’s prone to it during the school year. nights are his most active hours, he’ll follow about 10 paces behind you just to make sure you’re getting where you need to go safely. he’s not proud of it, in fact he hates himself for resorting to such a creepy method, but he would hate to not be with you and have something happen.

✧. ┊ if you were to break up, ominis would appear as though he’s taking it well. he’d be respectful and understanding on the surface, but he would frequent the undercroft a lot more. sebastian swears he once heard anguished screams coming from it while passing by, but assumed he was hallucinating. another rumor going around says ominis has more than a couple scars from crucio. he wouldn’t be able to handle you not being with him anymore, not without some form of self-punishment.

✧. ┊ while he may give you a teasingly hard time, if you asked ominis to do your schoolwork for you, he would do it in a heartbeat. not just schoolwork, either; absolutely anything you need help with, he would do with the best of his abilities. there’s nothing he would say “no” to.

✧. ┊ losing anne and the scare of losing sebastian enhanced ominis’ already yandere-ish tendencies far beyond what he would let them be. more than a few dark thoughts cross his mind every time he sees you and you’re not by his side. he would never act on them, he wouldn’t forgive himself for, say, abducting you or doing something without your consent. but his intrusive thoughts are frequent and he doesn’t know how to deal with them.

✧. ┊ you’re his everything. he wouldn’t let himself live in peace if it weren’t for you. remember that.

#hogwarts legacy #harry potter #hogwarts #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy spoilers #hogwarts au #yandere #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #ominis my beloved #ominis imagine #headcanons #ominis x reader #ominis x you

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At Home - S. Sallow

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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!

Taglist: @legacygirlingreen @kaylasallow @eternalremorse @happyaccidentsonly @sallowslady @legendoftortor @sissyisawitch @rainychocofroggy @blueraineshadows @moonstruckmoony @beezlub @loving-him-was-red13

“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.

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SFW Alphabet for Sebastian Sallow

Warnings - none

A/N - I haven't actually done one of these before, so I'm sorry if it's awful!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) I think it's safe to say that Sebastian is all over you much more than what's period-appropriate. He's always got an arm around you, either your shoulders or your waist. He's possessive and it's his way of letting everyone know that you're his. In private are a lot sweeter because they're just for the two of you. He loves cuddling with you and he is a big fan of kisses.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) I think we know he's not exactly the greatest best friend, but he cares really deeply even though he goes about everything wrong. You would be getting up to mischief with him all the time constantly bombarded by things he's learned from reading the restricted section. You wouldn't be bored with him.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) He loves cuddling with you lying on top of him or him on top of you. He just wants to be encompassed by you. He needs to have his hands on you at all times but also loves being able to see your face so that's why this cuddling position is a must for him.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) I don't see him as being a bad cook at all. In fact, as well-read, as he is I think he's learned a thing or two. He picks things up really easily too. I think he would settle down in an ideal world, but I'm just not sure he's capable of doing that for himself. He's always got to be doing things that help him search for his purpose, so domesticating him really wouldn't be the easiest. Even as a life partner, you would be traveling all the time.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) He would be the type to either start completely ignoring you and avoiding you or be so incredibly mean about it that you wouldn't even think of talking to him again. That's how he would go about it especially if you still meant something to him, but he had some reason to insist you needed to be apart. If he never cared that much or it was never serious for him, he would probably come right out with it pretty bluntly. And this may come off as mean because he makes no effort to sugarcoat anything, but it's the most amicable he's got.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) I think he would be quick to desire being engaged and maybe pop the question, but shrink back from getting truly married right away. He would be happy to claim you as his and ensure you're wearing a ring all the time. When he starts actually thinking about the idea of commitment and what marriage means, especially in the 1890's he might start to psych himself out and get cold feet.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) I don't think that Sebastian and 'gentle' can even go in the same sentence. Emotionally, he's an absolute trainwreck. So any relationship with him is going to be a roller coaster with steep drops and twists and turns all over the place. He's not good at talking about his feelings, he's the absolute opposite of gentle if you're in a disagreement. Physically, when he's giving you affection or having any other kind of interaction like dueling, he's probably a little closer to gentle. Still, he's not the type to be thinking past his next move too much so he's not going to be thinking about accidentally hurting you or anything.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) He does like hugs and is a big fan of hugging you from behind. His favorite thing to do is to take you by surprise to see if he can scare you or not. His hugs are warm and filled with his heady scent. He's a bulky guy so his embraces tend to be tucking you into his chest or shoulder and enveloping you.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) He either says it way too early on by mistake or is so reluctant to say it you almost fear he never will. There's no in-between.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) Jealous? YES. He's possessive and protective over you and when his own insecurities flare up too, it's a recipe for disaster with him. He's pretty likely to cause an embarrassing scene for you over things that may be trivial. He's going to misread casual situations all the time. He's usually angrier with whomever you were with than you, but on occasion, he can take his frustrations out on you.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) His kisses are warm and urgent. He's got pretty full lips that he loves to overtake yours with. He's always ready to kiss your lips, but he loves kissing intimate parts of your body that are reserved just for im

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) He falls into place easily around children, even if he's nervous at first. He lost enough of his own childhood to more serious events that it's second nature for him to be childish and playful.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) Mornings are spent trying to drag him out of bed. Probably getting his clothes out and ironed for him and getting his breakfast together before he's even willing to think about getting up. If you remain in bed with him, he's much more likely to be convinced to get him if you tell him sweet nothings and give him a few kisses.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) Nights are when he is the most lively. He has a lot of late nights studying things or planning new endeavors. He enjoys going out with you to find local festivities so the two of you can relax and just have fun. He also enjoys a good night in with you where you steal his attention away with a good meal and some card or board games.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) He's open with you once he trusts you. And depending on how you meet and what he already knows about you will determine how quickly that happens. Once the flood gates open he's dumping all of his intense trauma on your way before telling you more fun anecdotes that reveal his personality.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) Very easily angered and easily prepared to overreact to the feeling.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) Sebastian would remember a lot of irrelevant details about you and then forget something important. He's definitely clueless to you dropping any kind of hints, so don't expect that to work on him.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?) His favorite moment in your relationship would probably be a time you got into some insane fight over things that didn't make much sense. And yet you both end up superheated, absolutely fuming, until something goofy happens and you're both cackling with each other and making fun of what had you upset in the first place.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) Very protective and likes to think he's a great physical protector and that you must need him. He protects you by swooping into social situations where he thinks you're being harassed or when you're out together just remaining very close to you ready to push you behind him at all times.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) He would put reasonable efforts into anniversaries. The longer they were the more he would be excited to try and come up with something that would surprise you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) Lord, the man is a walking red flag. His temper isn't good and he says a lot that he doesn't mean to try and get his way in situations, whether it's hurtful or not. Gaslighting and manipulating are his bad habits, not my fault they're the absolute worst.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) He's pretty concerned with his looks even though he tries to come off that he's not. He's got the messy, fluffy hair that actually takes quite a bit of time to make look perfect; he in fact does not wake up like that. When it comes to clothing, he does make an effort to dress nicely, but he's not nearly as concerned with things like wrinkles or fabric being slightly askew. At the end of the day, he has more important things to focus on than how his clothes look.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) Most definitely. Even if he treats you like a menace, he's bound to be lost without you. He needs your advice, even if he doesn't listen. He needs to know you're going to be there when he's ready to apologize for whatever wrong he's done you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) Sebastian is most definitely the blanket hog that always claims it wasn't him.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) Sebastian is not really into being told what to do all the time. He's down to hear your opinion on things or your side of some kind of situation, but he feels like Solomon tells him what to do enough and he can't stand to be put in a box like that. It wouldn't keep him from developing feelings for you, but it would cause you to but heads A LOT.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?) A sleep habit of his is to be sure that the bed curtains are drawn. Then he will get comfortable and loosen a few buttons on his nightshirt before turning in for the night.

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow headcannon #sebastian sallow x reader #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy headcannon #sebastian sallow headcanon #hogwarts legacy headcanon

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Silk and Lace

Ominis Gaunt x Sebastian Sallow

3.9k words

Summary: Sebastian's teasing plants an idea in Ominis' head for a night of indulgent roleplay; and he isn't one to do things by halves.

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A/n: It's maid Sebastian round two, this time with our lovely Ominis, and he's wearing the dress that altered my brain chemistry. Another smut fic inspired by Krabat. I'm sure it won't be the last.

Ominis ran his fingers over the delicate silk that clung to every crevice of his lithe frame. It had been made for him, quite literally. Finding a dressmaker with the required discretion for such a commission has been challenging. He daren’t use his family connections, begrudgingly though he might have for other favours; those particular craftsmen were bound to his father and not to him. No, this ensemble had required a talented hand from a less reputable source. A man who had clad the elite in sumptuous garments not usually discussed in polite society; one who understood and shared Ominis' particular proclivities.

Sebastian would be pleased.

Ominis had been told that the silk was a pleasing colour that brought out the jewel-like quality of his eyes and contrasted with the iridescence of his fair skin. Whatever that meant. He was simply pleased that the slits that parted the fabric sat high enough as to enable freedom of movement. His fingertips skimmed the seam, almost to his waist. Ludicrously high and infinitely alluring, he was sure. The neckline was a little more demure, though he was assured it gave the garment just the right balance of sophistication and down-right seductiveness.

The underwear left little to the imagination with its high legs and skimpy straps, but hugged him comfortably. The dressmaker had even been so kind as to suggest accessories; Ominis had opted for silk gloves held up with buckles that sat cold against his biceps, and a pair of French stilettos. The most uncomfortable pair of torture devices he'd yet encountered, but they did a fantastic job of accentuating his calves that dipped under his wandering fingertips. They also gave him extra height. He felt…powerful.

Every inch of him was shaved and oiled, his hair styled in his perfected coiffure. All he needed now was his beloved, who awaited him in their living room. Rife with anticipation, Ominis stood with surprising grace and poise considering the teetering heights he'd now obtained. Heels clicking on the parquet, he made his way through their shared home. He didn't need his wand; this route was one he'd made hundreds of times before. Whilst he knew what awaited him his veins still thrummed with excitement, his pounding heart growing stronger with every click and clack of his approach.

The idea had been born from a throwaway comment from Sebastian, referring to Ominis as the lady of the house. Merely because Ominis was the only one with any sort of domestic intuition—left to Sebastian, no doubt their affairs would be in disarray. He'd prickled and spat back a scathing retort.

“What does that make you, Sebastian? The staff?”

Sebastian had chuckled and let his voice drop into that altogether too silky baritone; the one he used when trying to coax Ominis into bed.

“If that's what the lady so desires.”

Ominis recalled the moment fondly and the corners of his mouth tugged into a smile. The cheek of him. As his fingers clasped the ridged brass doorknob, he hesitated to let his face fall into one of haughty indifference before twisting his hand. No sooner had Ominis pushed the door open and taken a single step inside than Sebastian had answered his entrance with his usual lack of decorum.

“Fucking hell.”

“Language, Sebastian. That is precisely why you hold the role of servant in this house.”

Ominis approached the source of the outburst; the leather sofa that sat opposite the fireplace. He moved slowly, purposely elongating his limbs with every step, holding his chin high and chest proud. He could only imagine what Sebastian’s expression must look like, but the low groan that filtered through the sound of crackling flames told Ominis all he needed to know. He perched on the cushion, letting the silk fall to one side to expose his legs; there was no use in being demure when it was clear what they both desired. Ominis found an unexpected obstacle when rearranging himself; warm, firm and as smooth as his own skin now lay.

“Feet on the furniture?” Ominis tutted.

“I've been waiting a while. It was worth the wait, though.”

Sebastian's calloused hands gripped Ominis' thigh and he swatted it away with a sharp rap on his knuckles. Ominis was nothing if not fastidious when it came to maintaining their roles during play.

“Let me…ah.”

He ran his hand up Sebastian's leg, expecting but never finding the hem of his outfit. Only when he skimmed the unmistakeable bulge of his manhood did he find the frilly lace.

“Well now, this is wildly inappropriate.”

“I’m not here to muck out the fireplace, Ominis.”

“Au contraire,” he purred mockingly. “I expect this room to be thoroughly dusted before we move to the bedroom.”

“I can't tell if you're serious or not, Ominis.”

“Deadly.”

Ominis allowed himself a chuckle as Sebastian groaned and grumbled off his comfortable perch. The perfect opportunity to sample the delights of his exposed figure presented itself as soon as he stood upright, leaving Ominis free to slip his hand beneath the obscenely short skirt.

“My, my,” Ominis hummed as he was met with yet more bare skin, hot to the touch.

“Easy access,” Sebastian commented.

The cotton wasn't as luxurious as Ominis' skirt, fitting with their respective parts. However, the lace trim and flouncy design made Ominis' imagination run wild, with the removable apron tied in a neat bow of particular interest as he fingered the fabric.

“Is the lady of the house pleased?” Sebastian drawled.

“Immensely. Now, do be an obedient little maid and pick up that feather duster. I shan't be kept waiting much longer.”

The request was bordering on absurdity, but how could Sebastian say no when asked by Ominis in that dress with that demanding tone? It was enough to make his cock twitch underneath his ruffled skirt. Sebastian picked up the feather duster, his mind occupied with other lewd thoughts about how the implement could be used. How long would Ominis tease him for, he wondered? Granted, they had all night, but he'd hoped that the majority would be spent with their bodies entangled and not removing cobwebs from the cornicing.

Ominis followed him in his towering heels, the already slender and elongated frame made even more so. Sebastian had never appreciated his legs quite as much as the moment Ominis perched against the writing desk. He knew exactly what he was doing, leaning back on his silk-enrobed hands, back slightly arched. He even lifted a leg onto the chair revealing yet more of that delicious ivory skin. So high was that slit that Sebastian could see the galaxy of beauty marks that flecked his hip bone.

Sebastian was salivating.

“Feet on the furniture?” he said, echoing Ominis' earlier complaint.

“Awfully rude of you to comment on such things. Especially when you've yet to finish your cleaning.”

Sebastian hummed in feigned annoyance and returned to dusting, always keeping his eyes on Ominis. He almost cleared the mantle of ornaments he was so distracted, prompting a knowing chuckle from the blond. Sebastian was sure his legs had spread further since he sat on the edge of the mahogany. The glint of a buckle caught Sebastian’s eye and drew his gaze. Sebastian might have forgone undergarments altogether, but Ominis had opted for something more tangible and somehow much more alluring. He caught a peek of black lace underneath that shimmering green dress and felt his manhood swell.

The tedium of dusting whilst Ominis sat so tantalisingly within reach was sheer torture, and entirely the point. By the time Sebastian could get his hands on Ominis, no doubt he would be begging for his touch. In the meantime, Ominis provided a constant stream of criticism meant only to rile him up, whilst following him around the room.

“I want that bookcase spotless, Sebastian,” Ominis said whilst slipping his hand so far up the inseam of his legs he grazed his balls.

Sebastian groaned and almost fell off his precarious perch, the small wooden stool wobbling as his legs almost gave way. He grumbled indignantly and stepped off of the step, using the sturdy bookcase to steady himself. His head was already dizzy and Ominis had barely touched him.

“It's done. I've dusted the whole damned room.”

Ominis merely hummed in assent and continued fondling his tight balls, his cock now fully erect and throbbing for attention.

“Have you done the light fixture?”

“Oh come on, Ominis…”

“Your pathetic whinging won't get you anywhere.”

With that scathing remark, Ominis traced the curve of Sebastian's leg to slip a finger between his cheeks. Ominis' digit probed and circled his hole and Sebastian let him, bending forward slightly to allow him access like a bitch in heat, moaning all the while.

“Please, Ominis,” he gasped as a knuckle grazed his right ring.

“Now he says please. You could have had my cock inside you half an hour ago if you'd just asked nicely, Sebastian.”

“You’re a git…ah!”

Ominis' finger delved further inside Sebastian, gently stroking in rhythm to the gentle caress of his thigh. Sebastian slumped against the bookcase, dislodging Ominis’ careful arrangement of the myriad texts. Somewhere behind him, amongst his heavy breathing and low moans he heard the blond tutting as a hardback fell to the floor.

“Can’t get the staff these days,” Ominis chuckled, pressing himself into Sebastian’s back.

Now he could feel what Ominis wouldn’t divulge with words; that he was just as aroused as Sebastian himself. Beneath the thin layers of silk and lace, his stiffness strained against the pretty lingerie and pressed hard into Sebastian’s behind.

“I’ll enjoy peeling this off of you.”

Ominis’ sultry voice slithered down Sebastian’s ear to ignite a burning desire in his chest, his stomach, his groin. His entire body seemed to tingle and ache whilst Ominis continued his probing, teasing increasingly broken whines from his mouth. The time for shame had passed, and Sebastian let his desperation spill forth. Only vaguely aware of what Ominis’ other hand was doing, he felt a change in pressure around his waist, sometime after Ominis had inserted a second finger.

The sounds that clawed their way out of his throat were borderline obscene, and he felt for their neighbours. A jumbled series of expletives amongst his pathetic keening were all he could manage as Ominis began stretching him and his lips finally met his neck. Those soft, perfect lips that Sebastian dreamed about so often. Ominis’ mouth might have been Sebastian’s favourite part of him; capable of such witticisms, yet such obscenities. Not only was he adept with language, but he certainly knew how to put that silver tongue to use in other ways.

“Let’s move this to the bedroom, shall we?” Ominis suggested, a whisper against his ear.

Oh thank Merlin.

Sebastian was about ready to start grovelling. He groaned as Ominis removed his fingers and left his neck with a gentle nip at the skin. The click of heels indicated Ominis’ departure, and he knew he was meant to follow obediently. That he did, mesmerised by his lover’s movements; every inch of him dripping in elegance. So transfixed he was on the shapeliness of his tight little waist, Sebastian almost missed the fact that he had his apron balled up in his fist. His blood raged to think of what plans he had for the ridiculous cotton accessory—Ominis always had a motive, in every little thing he did. The removal had been carefully considered.

Case in point, their bedroom had been prepared beforehand. Whilst Sebastian had been busying himself lounging on the sofa, Ominis had set the scene for their night of passion. Far from the harsh light of the living room, that which greeted Sebastian as he stepped into the bedroom was soothing. The amber glow of the candles warmed Ominis’ skin, the silk that hugged his musculature to perfection now shimmered in the gently flickering light. Dare he say, the man standing before him looked ethereal in his beauty.

“Are you staring, Sebastian?”

The silence had obviously been a giveaway, and Sebastian chuckled quietly before pouncing. Fuck the roles and their little game; Sebastian had waited hours. He pressed his lips against Ominis’ before the blond could object, hands grasping greedily at those exposed hips and skimpy lingerie. Oh, how he’d like to rip that particular garment off with his teeth. Ominis appeared to allow the advance, a breathy sigh slithering into Sebastian’s open mouth. Soon their tongues entangled, a sweet relief to be caressed by those soft, moistened lips. He slid his hands over every inch of Ominis’ delectable body in reach, and once he’d explored it all, he dropped to his knees as if in worship.

“Tsk, so eager,” Ominis teased.

His dishevelled hair and flushed skin almost broke the illusion of his cool façade, until Ominis regained his composure in a flash.

“Don’t pretend you weren’t enjoying yourself,” Sebastian replied.

Ominis’ retort never came, instead he perched on the edge of their quilted bed and beckoned Sebastian over. Before Sebastian could clamber over him and claim his prize, his chest was impaled by a sharp patent leather heel. The shoe dug into his flesh, almost bruising his ribcage in the process. Lucky, then, that he was so distracted with the seductive look on Ominis’ face, and the view this particular obstacle afforded him. With his leg raised, Sebastian saw everything underneath that elegant dress of his. Milky white skin travelled from foot to thigh, seemingly forever, until it reached the crease of his hip. There, Sebastian just about lost his mind.

The flash of lace had been a prelude to this…this work of art. The lingerie disappeared between his cheeks; truth be told, there was barely anything of it. The lace was decadent, finished in gold and he was sure (unless he was actually quite mad) that it depicted entwined snakes. How fitting, Sebastian mused. Of course, his focus wasn’t really on the details of the underwear, more how Ominis’ impressive cock looked squeezed into it. Perhaps he’d been contained at one point, but now fully erect, his length spilled from the top to reveal his plump, pink head.

“Gods, you look magnificent,” Sebastian sighed.

Ominis dug his heel in further, drawing another pained groan from Sebastian’s mouth, and he once again dropped to the floor in submission.

“Tell me again,” Ominis prompted.

“You…look…magnificent…”

Sebastian punctuated each word with a kiss to Ominis’ silky smooth leg, tracing the contour of his shin to his knee and inner thigh. There he hesitated only slightly, asking silent permission. Ominis gave it in the form of parting his legs and Sebastian felt his cock harden even more, if that were even possible. He trailed his lips to that crevice he enjoyed; to the sensitive skin just next to Ominis’ hard length, he bestowed a gentle kiss. Slowly he pushed the jade silk away to really get a view of him in all his glory, saliva pooling in his mouth as he pressed his lips firmly to the lace-clad shaft.

“Let me suck your cock, Ominis. Please.”

Ominis smirked ever so slightly at the plea then laced his fingers through Sebastian’s fluffy brunet mane.

“How could I resist such an enticing offer?”

A little pressure from the base of his skull guided Sebastian back to Ominis’ lap as the blond leaned back on the bed, head flung back in anticipation. Sebastian merely groaned and rolled his hips against thin air before getting to work. He licked a firm stripe up the length of that delicious cock, the lace rough against his tongue. With a dexterity that surprised him given his lustful intoxication, he clamped his teeth around the delicate band holding the whole ensemble up and tugged. It didn’t take much for the lingerie to fall away with the aid of Ominis’ rising hips. His lover chuckled, turning swiftly into a soft moan the second Sebastian enveloped his cock in his mouth’s warmth.

Pulse racing and head swimming, he revelled in the taste of him, merely licking and kissing the swollen tip for a long while. When he sensed Ominis’ impatience, he moved on, taking him deeper, deeper, deeper. Sebastian stroked himself as his tongue swirled around Ominis’ cock with each bob of his head, salacious moans filling the room amongst heavy breaths. The cacophony was exhilarating, but not loud enough to completely mask the rhythmic rustle of fabric or wet squelching of his slickened palm.

“I can hear you, Sebastian. If you want to come all that badly I’ll be the one to do it.”

Sebastian hummed a reply that no, he wasn’t ready quite yet. Wrapping his hand now glistening with his own arousal around Ominis’ shaft he began to suck him off in earnest. He moved his hand in time to his mouth, hollowing his cheeks to draw increasingly ragged moans from Ominis’ lips as the pressure built. Deeper he took him, until he felt the tight ring of muscle in his throat protest. Ominis appeared nonplussed by Sebastian's struggle, his thin fingers forcing his head to steady with a searing pain to his scalp.

“S-Sebastian…”

His composure finally broken, Ominis cried Sebastian's name as if the heavens themselves could hear him. When he finally relinquished his grip, Sebastian spluttered and gasped for breath, eyes glazed with unshed tears. If he hadn't been before, he was certainly desperate to be ravaged now.

“On the bed,” his demand came whilst Sebastian was still coughing.

Ominis' dexterous fingers made short work of Sebastian's ensemble whilst he busied himself with the delicate buttons around the blond’s neckline. When the dress finally fell away and they knelt facing each other naked, Sebastian thought that perhaps there was a God. No matter how many times he laid eyes on Ominis' form, he never failed to be rendered speechless. Even so, Ominis had a well thought out plan for that apron he'd stolen. Sebastian watched as he folded the fabric around itself, holding out the cotton ties with a deadpan expression.

“Be a good boy and put this in your mouth.”

“You want to gag me? After all your moaning and begging whilst I sucked you off?” Sebastian scoffed.

Ominis’ face pinched into a frown.

“Certainly. You make a poor servant so far, Sebastian. Do make it up to me, won't you?”

Sebastian grinned like a young lad in a sweet shop but kept up the pretense of indignation, huffing for Ominis’ benefit. He took the apron and bit down on the cotton, the uncomfortable sensation of cloth against his teeth not enough to rid him of the mounting excitement that went straight to his neglected cock. He tied it as Ominis' hands covered his own, pulling the ties just that little bit tighter until he was satisfied. Saliva pooled on the fabric. Sebastian waited.

“On your knees for me tonight, my love.”

Sebastian didn't need telling twice; he scrambled on the bed to position himself, gently squeezing his cock as he waited for Ominis. The blond's fingers found his half-prepped hole easily enough, this time sliding in his digits with extra lubrication that warmed and tingled pleasantly.

“Come on, hurry up,” Sebastian had tried to say, only producing a glob of spit and garbled protest.

Ominis laughed and took his sweet time, curling his fingers to make Sebastian whine against his gag. When finally Ominis was satisfied, Sebastian breathed a sigh of anticipatory relief and pressed his face into the bed sheets. Ominis finally lined his cock up with his entrance and pushed firmly and decisively, and Sebastian swore that the moment was the best of his life. As if he'd been waiting years to be filled so satisfyingly, every nerve ending seemed set ablaze. He gripped the sheets until his knuckles whitened as he felt the press of Ominis' balls against his cheeks. A hard smack to his behind nearly sent him over the edge of his sanity.

“More, please…fuck, you feel so good,” Sebastian once again tried to say.

There was little point to his begging but he did it anyway; he had a suspicion Ominis liked it so. He groaned louder still once Ominis started to roll his hips, his own gasping sighs adding to Sebastian's pleasure. He did so love to hear Ominis in the throes of passion; his usually composed demeanour crumbling with every touch, every thrust. The sultry voice behind him filled the room as Sebastian reeled with pleasure, only vaguely aware of the words spoken

“I have to say…I miss you moaning my name…but at least I don't have to…endure the utter filth that pours out of your mouth.”

Sebastian’s muffled reply was muted by a hard thrust and increase in tempo that made fresh tears well in his eyes. He was approaching the point of being unable to speak, unable to move, merely able to whine whilst Ominis pounded him into the bed. That sweet spot inside him was endlessly caressed with every stroke until he was only a mess of limbs, a toy for Ominis' pleasure. Sebastian was close to his climax, the constant stimulation altogether too much to bear any longer; he needed an outlet for the agonisingly sweet tension pooled inside him.

“Close already?” Ominis breathed against his neck.

Wandering hands travelled over Sebastian's burning skin, arriving at his weeping cock. Ominis held him, unmoving, only the pummelling from behind providing any sort of friction into that palm. Sebastian whined again, head fuzzy and desperation growing. The cotton in his mouth was saturated with drool and tears alike by this point. An utter mess of Ominis' making.

“Please…,” he begged once again, the tone more than indicative of what he desired.

“Such a little slut, Sebastian…”

That had done it. Sebastian cried out as he reached his peak and orgasm exploded. Ripping through his body like wildfire, his limbs convulsed under the sheer pleasure, only vaguely aware that Ominis was still fucking him senseless through it all. He'd collapsed onto the bed with his sensitive cock trapped beneath him, now leaking all over their very expensive quilt. Merlin knows how many bodily fluids this bed has already seen.

Sebastian finally fell limp after a while, breathless and whimpering as Ominis stayed buried deep inside him. The blond was still rock hard, thin fingers grabbing handfuls of freckled flesh and soft lips sending shivers down Sebastian's spine. Ominis might have been muttering praises in his ear, or maybe he was merely imagining it in the post-orgasm haze. He certainly felt his lover's weight on top of him, and the warm embrace that made him smile against his fabric binding.

Once Sebastian's breath had steadied, he felt Ominis shift and prompt him to turn. The release of pressure from his hole made him groan, Ominis’ heavy cock falling against his hip as he twisted on the bed. Finally, Sebastian could see the product of their lovemaking. He adored Ominis' flushed skin and the strands of hair falling over his opalescent eyes. He was simply the most beautiful thing he had ever and would ever lay eyes upon.

Ominis smiled softly with a hint of seduction. Oh, he was far from done. When the blond's hands travelled to his face to finger the apron's tie, Sebastian grabbed Ominis' wrist to stop him. He wasn't finished quite yet, either.

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(MODERN AU) In Your Care

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!mc x m!oc Genre: Angst/Smut/Drama // Words: 6.9k // [READ ON AO3]

Synopsis: Living in the same foster home, Nebbia and Sebastian are supposed to stay away from each other, but because they are both troubled teenagers with troubled pasts, they simply can't. But then the past comes back to haunt them, threatening to destroy everything.

WARNINGS: NSFW! MDNI! Explicit sexual content (oral, vaginal)! Psychological trauma! Sexual abuse/domestic violence! Forbidden foster siblings relations! Horny and damaged teenagers! (Original characters!)

Last warning and notes: This is set in modern times. There is no magic, just plain old life itself, in its worst form imaginable (there's also horny teenagers and love, but the darker themes might hit a lot of trigger points, so please be aware of that!). In this chapter there's an introduction to the setting and a very long smut scene. Enjoy with caution! (If you don't care about the plot, the smut is marked with 🔴!)

// - CHAPTER 2 →

Nebbia stirred in her sleep, inhaling sharply, her eyelids fluttering as another nightmare made her toss and turn. And she would, but something kept her from moving around too much: two arms wrapped tightly around her body.

About two months ago she would have stiffened and panicked, but tonight was not the first time she found herself in his embrace. Turning her head slightly, she opened her eyes and tried to see him in the dark. He had his face buried in the nape of her neck, breathing calmly and deeply, his body molded to the shape of hers, his groin pressed firmly against her rear, and she smiled when she felt exactly how happy he was to be this close to her.

At least he had peaceful dreams, finally. He certainly needed them.

To be fair, she did too, as did all the other people sleeping in the many rooms along the long hallway of the big house. They were all connected under one roof, sharing the same fate: being orphans, having been forgotten by the world, left behind, sent away, tossed around like a leaf in a storm.

Nebbia had been four when her Italian immigrant parents had died in a tragic factory accident in New York, and she had been handed around a lot after that, from foster home to foster home, all over the US, until she had been found by two very ambitious people who had made it their life goal to 'collect' orphans from all over the world.

She didn't know how they did it or why, but by coming to this house her life had changed to the better for sure. They all had their own rooms, bathroom and closet included, they had set mealtimes, and there was always food in the house. They even got a little money every month to buy things for themselves, or the opportunity to work odd jobs to earn some more.

There were, however, certain conditions and rules to follow, but she rather admired the strict pattern they had to live by. Which included a long list of chores, and each day they would check what they had to do today, and despite being a bunch of kids and teenagers and young adults, all of them stuck to the plan without hesitation.

All it took was a story told in hushed tones about how someone had been punished for disobedience, and the details would vary and get worse the longer it got handed around until it had become a common fear of all the residents to never break any rules to not end up like the poor soul who had done it before them. (Who might have never existed in the first place, but nobody knew for sure by now.)

Nebbia wasn't particularly afraid of those rules (or the consequences if broken), she actually liked the structure, it gave her a certain peace of mind.

And despite there being so many of them, at least a dozen orphans, it didn't feel like an orphanage, more like a family. Because they were paired into different groups, it didn't get too overwhelming during mealtimes or their shared free-time.

There were the kids, aged between seven and twelve, then the teenagers, where she found a place, being a few weeks away from turning seventeen, and the young adults, yet the oldest was only 21. They all had to look after each other, so the older inhabitants of the house took care of the younger ones.

Now where were the 'parents' you might wonder. Well, they provided shelter and food, sent the kids to school and college, gave them allowance, but most of them had only ever seen the people, who had taken them in, once. They were always somewhere, anywhere but the house. Traveling mostly, she suspected. To be honest, she didn't even care.

Her life was good the way it was now, and she never felt the need to talk to any authority figure anyway. It worked out, didn't it? Despite the curious circumstances, she lived a normal teenager's life, going to school, worrying about grades, coming home to do her chores, doing homework, helping others with theirs, doing her part.

Come night she found herself in her own room, yet she was seldom completely alone. Being the only girl in the upper age group, she had quickly adjusted to living door to door with three other boys, and again, it usually worked out. Looking back at the years before, she was really grateful it did work out, because that hadn't always been the case.

But she wouldn't look back, there was no reason to lament the past when her present was much more enjoyable. That was if the boys next to her room would play by the rules. They did have a curfew, but until then they were allowed anything... and anything ranged from yelling at computer screens, blasting their music till the walls shook, or doing whatever other noisy activity that would sometimes drive her insane.

There was Paul, the muscle man, another orphaned immigrant kid who was scooped up by their 'parents' some time ago, with his thick German accent, his short blond hair and piercing blue eyes. He was the oldest of them, 21, and the provider of all things the others might be too young to get. He didn't talk much, but he might have been the noisiest of them all as he would indulge in lifting weights and doing other fitness related things she had absolutely no clue about, meaning he would usually grunt and groan loudly in his room, yet sometimes she suspected him to do something completely different.

He lived in the room right across from hers, so she didn't really care much about what he was doing as they didn't share a wall. On her left, however, lived Ryan, 19-year-old Canadian who lost his parents a few years ago when he was sixteen. He had joined the 'family' at the same time as her, two years ago, and they had a rather unique friendship because of that. He was tall, with short black hair and the darkest eyes she had ever seen, and most of the time he was hunched over like a shrimp in his chair and stared at his computer, playing games, watching porn and doing who knows what.

He didn't believe in the invention of headphones, so she would always hear what he was up to, and as he had no shame whatsoever (and luckily the younger kids' rooms were on the other side of the house, out of earshot), he would blast those moany films for all of them to hear, if he didn't damage their ears with his extensive collection of the loudest music she had ever heard. Despite it all, he was fun to be around, and she found herself talking to him for hours sometimes.

And then there was Sebastian, on the right of her room, the quiet British kid, seventeen years old, tall, with messy brown locks and warm brown eyes and a face full of freckles. He had come to them last, only about three months ago or so, and his story was a rather tragic one. When he was young, he had lived with his parents and his twin sister in a small house in the Scottish Highlands, secluded enough to make the accident that had occurred when they were only five all the more drastic.

During the night, a damaged cable had caught fire, and within minutes the entire house had burned down. He had been the only one making it out alive. After that he had lived with his uncle who hated him with a passion, mentally and physically abusing the boy whenever he saw fit, and when Sebastian was sixteen, misfortune struck again, and the apartment they were living in fell victim to another unfortunate fire that took the older man's life. Unfortunate accident indeed, or so they said. It was also rumored that it had been arson, and considering his life so far, it certainly felt like a late revenge on the man who had made his life hell until then.

Instead of being charged though, Sebastian had found himself ushered away by his new 'parents' and had moved into the room next to Nebbia's. She had been immediately drawn to him, probably because of his exotic English accent. She certainly could listen to him talk for hours, and she found herself doing exactly that as they got very close very quickly. And when he had opened up to her, she had felt even more connected to him knowing about his life so far, and soon they had broken one of the many rules the house they lived in came with:

No sexual relations between 'family' members.

Yet their hormones had been stronger, and so they found themselves sneaking into the other's room at night and indulging in their need to be even closer to each other. For about two months now, they were hiding their special relationship, only expressing it during the night when everyone else was sleeping. During the day and mostly during school they were just friends, orphans living in the same house together, and nobody suspected a thing.

And it had started rather innocently also. They both suffered from nightmares, and she had found it easier to sleep when he was pressed tightly against her body, and vice versa. And then they had 'slipped' and suddenly his cock had been in her pussy and oopsie daisy, gone were the rules. Of course they wouldn't parade it around and always tried to keep their noises to a minimum, but she knew for a fact that at least Ryan knew what they were doing when the headboard of her bed was quietly slamming against the wall they shared on countless occasions.

Luckily he never said anything, he sometimes even turned up the volume of the porn videos he was watching to mask their very real noises. Which in turn brought Paul to his room, who was very meticulous about the rules, and loud music or other noises after curfew were a total no-go for him. He was the oldest and very much enjoyed living up to the expectation of caring for all the younger ones. Ryan included.

And how he cared for him.

Nebbia remembered a particular morning when Ryan had struggled to sit down at the kitchen island for breakfast. “What's wrong with you?” she asked, looking genuinely concerned when he would wince and take deep pained breaths.

But he would just smirk at her and raise his eyebrows. “Don't worry about me, I finally got some too,” he told her with a wink, and she frowned. “Guess who I made break his precious rules,” he added and nodded towards the bulky form that was Paul on the other side of the kitchen.

Her eyebrows shot up even more. “No way!” she breathed, her cheeks bright red.

“Oh, way!” he confirmed and remained leaning against the counter as he shoveled a spoonful of cereal into his mouth.

“Did you... like it?” she asked curiously. They never shied away from sharing these questions, there was something about Ryan that made it very easy to talk about those somewhat 'forbidden' things.

He groaned quietly and chuckled darkly. “Well, not at first. I mean, imagine something very girthy and long and hot being shoved into something very tight and small...”

She cringed at his words, not having to imagine anything, yet she tried her best not to show how badly her hands were shaking when she patted his arm consolingly. “Fuck, Ryan, that's... awful, I'm sorry...”

He only laughed, unaware of her discomfort and the truth behind her reaction. “Nah, it got better the more he moved, you know, the more, uh, friction there was. And then something tight and small became stretched and wide very soon.” She cleared her throat and shook her head at the images he planted in her head, focusing on his surprisingly happy face instead. “Incredible how... resilient and, well, accommodating some things are, eh?” he added and winked at her.

“I can't believe you made him break the rules!” she whispered with a side-glance at the blond behind them. “You think he'll do it again?”

Ryan smirked. “Oh I hope so, he seemed to have enjoyed himself too. Guess you're no longer the only ones doing it like rabbits!”

Her eyes widened, and she hit him in the chest, more or less playfully. “Ryan!” she hissed.

“Ah, come on! Hey, by the way, maybe you should try that too, I bet Sebby boy will be up for it!”

She hit him again and gave him another dark glare, forcing the memories down that reared their ugly heads in the back of her mind, but blushed all the same. Another wink and meaningful gaze later, she left him standing by the counter and went back to the table, sitting down next to Sebastian who had watched them with a dark shadow on his face.

“You two are awfully close,” he remarked quietly. Nebbia nudged his leg under the table.

“We're just friends, I told you,” she whispered and focused on pouring milk over her cereal.

He hummed in disbelief beside her, and she rolled her eyes before she leaned a little closer, her lips almost brushing against his ear. “He got railed by Paul last night,” she straight up told him and forced him into a coughing fit before he leaned away and stared at her with his ears burning red beneath his hair. She only chuckled and started eating her breakfast.

Later that night she fell asleep to the unmistakable sounds of a bed slamming against the wall next door and deep guttural grunts echoing through the silence of the night.

🔴When she woke up, she found herself in Sebastian's arms again. Inhaling deeply as she stirred, she snuggled against him, her hands rubbing along his arms. The house was quiet now. Time for them to change that.

Luckily for her, he had opted to slip into her bed already naked, joining her in her aversion to wear clothes at night, especially during those humid Midwestern summers. Her rear pressed against his groin provokingly until he moved as well and issued a deep groan. “What are you doing?” he mumbled into her hair, his voice low and husky, and she shuddered just hearing it as it vibrated through her entire body.

“Asking you to love me,” she whispered, continuing to buck against him.

“'m lovin' you,” he growled incoherently and pressed his lips to her skin, not moving any other limb or muscle.

Sighing deeply, she wiggled out of his tight embrace until she could roll around, somehow managing to push him onto his back before she climbed on top of him, her breasts squished between their bodies as she leaned on her elbows and cupped his face. “Love me with your dick in my pussy,” she told him and started grinding her pelvis against his groin.

“Language, darling,” he mumbled, finally opening his eyes to look at her, a tiny smirk playing around the corner of his mouth. She blushed, but not because of how crude and needy she sounded but because she loved it when he would call her darling, or love, or kitten, anything really, the accent made any pet name sound ten times better.

“Forgive me, kind sir,” she played along with a smirk of her own and the probably most offensive attempt at a posh English accent ever. “I am but a humble lady in dire need of some assistance. Would you be willing to help me?”

He barked a tired laugh. “Only if you drop whateveract that was and talk dirty to me again,” he muttered, his warm eyes wandering over her face.

She leaned in with a wide smile and claimed his mouth for a heated kiss. “Fuck me, Sebastian,” she mumbled against his lips, her breaths already quickened. “Fuck me until I cannot walk straight anymore.”

His eyebrows shot up as she looked at him to catch her breath. “You put an awful lot of pressure on me, you know that? I had a long and hard day,” he sighed.

“And you have a long and hard dick,” she replied with a wink, grinding her hips firmer against his erection. “But alright, you provide the hardware, I'll take care of the rest, okay?”

He chuckled. “Deal,” he said quietly and moved one hand up to grab the back of her head and pull her face closer to his again before capturing her lips for another passionate kiss. “Use me how you see fit then...”

“That's what I wanted to hear,” she mewled against him and gave him one more peck before she slowly slid down his body until she was settled right between his legs, pushing the covers away as she did so. Her hands rested on his hips as she took an appreciative look at what was in front of her.

His cock lay tall and proud on his lower stomach, deliciously erect, thick veins protruding, and his tip was already glistening in precum. Taking a deep breath, she leaned down and showered his heated flesh with gentle kisses, causing him to hum deeply as he relaxed under her ministrations. She continued the journey of her lips up and down his shaft, eventually letting her tongue join in as well as she took long broad strokes along it, relishing in the subtle twitches she coaxed out of him.

Her eyes wandered up to him while she closed one hand around his base and the other around his balls to give him a few soft squeezes as she lifted him up carefully. He watched her out of hooded eyes, chewing on his lips as he crossed his arms behind his head, giving her free rein over his needy member. Although she was probably a lot needier at the moment. Without breaking eye contact, she lowered her head towards the tip of his cock and let her tongue swirl around it, licking and teasing his slit, waiting for those drops to leak.

Humming softly against him, she then closed her lips around his crown and sucked hard, causing a deep moan to erupt from the back of his throat, before she took him in deeper, his lengthy girth hot and heavy on her tongue. For a long moment she was just suckling on him comfortably, adjusting to the sensation of feeling and tasting and smelling him so close. Despite the lewd nature of the action, she always felt almost relaxed when she had his dick in her mouth, relaxed and safe and without any care in the world as her mind went completely blank.

She could have stayed like this for hours, probably, yet it was always him, despite his initial reluctance, who turned the simple act of cockwarming into something more sexual. This time he inhaled sharply and bucked his hips against her, pushing his length even deeper into her mouth. She let out a soft whimper and looked up at him, meeting his heated gaze. He licked his lips and watched her.

“What happened to fuck me until I cannot walk straight anymore?” he asked, his voice raspy.

She blinked slowly, then moved back and released his cock with a wet pop. “My, how impatient we are tonight,” she teased and licked up some strands of saliva from her lips. “I thought you were too tired to do anything?”

“I'm never too tired to fuck your brains out, love,” he replied with a smirk and leaned up on his elbows.

She raised an eyebrow and tilted her head. “Make up your mind, lover boy,” she whispered, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth as she felt the heat of his words gathering inside her stomach and way lower. “Can I use you or do you wanna fuck me?”

“Put your lips around my cock and find out,” he told her and reached one hand down to grab her hair.

Her eyes bored into his almost defiantly, yet she complied and wrapped her lips once more around his girth, eagerly pulling him in deeper as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked. He groaned at the motion and gripped her hair tighter before he forced her head down further. Another whimper escaped her, and she had to close her eyes as he hit the back of her throat. Her fingers dug into his hips as she steadied herself, before she started (under his guidance) to bob her head up and down on him, her lips straining around his cock as it moved in and out of her mouth, scraping over her tongue, teasing against her tonsils.

Each downward motion made her flinch when he pushed further and further into her throat. Forcing herself not to gag, she ignored the tears collecting under her lashes and kept moving, the urge to feel him and satisfy him stronger than even the urge to breathe at some point. His grip was firm, yet never too forceful, he knew exactly which buttons to push to keep her moving on her own.

If she would have had the brain capacity to think back to the beginning of their relationship, she would have wondered how fast she had turned from absolutely despising and downright dreading physical contact to being completely in awe about it, at least when it came to touching and getting touched by Sebastian. He had turned her trauma into nothing but lust and desire for him, from one extreme to the next, she was well aware of that, but she honestly couldn't care less.

She needed him, everything of him, be it his arms holding her tightly, his lips giving her gentle kisses, or his cock pushed deep down her throat or better yet buried within her pussy as if he was an extension of her own body. It was a strange kind of obsession, and the only normal thing about it was the fact that he needed her in the exact same way. They complemented one another, physically and mentally, and she couldn't be more grateful about it.

Having him face fuck her might have been somewhat degrading in the eyes of others, but firstly: nobody would ever see them like this, and secondly: she loved it, because she knew he would also bury his own face in her wet folds in just the same manner without her even asking for it. They lived for each other, and there was nothing stopping them, no rules, no other family members, nobody.

Or so she naively thought...

Lightheaded and drunk on the taste and smell of him, she kept bobbing her head, taking his cock as deep as possible until she was able to force his tip into her tight throat and hold him there. Feeling the tremors of his body and hearing his deep groans only heightened the heat burning between her legs as she moaned around him, before she leaned back and took a much needed breath, precum and saliva dripping from her lips.

Once her lungs stopped aching, she dove back in and repeated the motion, taking him deep into her throat until she was able to swallow around him, squeezing his tip enough to coax more groans and grunts out of him, while his fingers dug into her hair almost painfully.

“Fuck,” he exclaimed under his breath and jerked his hips against her face erratically, causing her to whimper and even gag around him until she had to lean back and cough and swallow the spit gathering on her tongue.

She never waited long to continue her ministrations, yet when she felt him twitching inside her mouth, she quickly grabbed his base and leaned away, breathlessly staring at him, before she scrambled to her knees and straddled him urgently as she guided his leaking cock towards her wet folds.

Without any hesitation or further preparation, because she was already wet enough just from sucking him off, she lowered her body and pressed his hard length into her tight pussy, a strangled moan escaping her as she felt him slipping into her warmth until he was balls deep inside of her.

He groaned as well, his hands finding her waist as he held onto her, his face flushed, and she knew he was ready to spill his seed into her wet depths, and while some might consider that the end of love-making, it was only the beginning for her. After a short period of adjusting to his size, with more and more shudders rushing through her body, she started riding his cock with reckless abandon, moaning and whimpering on top of him, as her walls clenched around him, assisting in pushing him further over the edge.

His fingers dug into her skin as his face contorted in a mixture of pain and pleasure, and when he came, he grunted loudly, pushing his hips upwards into her while she could feel the thick ropes of cum filling her up with every frantic twitch of his cock. She arched her head back, her hands resting on his chest as she started grinding her hips against him, relishing in the feeling of his warmth. When she eventually leaned up on her knees and continued riding him slowly, he had already collapsed onto the bed, his eyes closed, his lips parted, his breath shallow.

But she wasn't done yet, and she would keep bouncing on him until he got hard all over again, if he wanted to or not. With her body undulating rhythmically against him, her hair falling over her shoulders and her small breasts jiggling with every strain of her thighs as she moved up and down steadily, she felt herself getting closer to her own release as her walls clenched more and more around him. Breathing heavier from the exertion, her legs burning from the constant strain, she arched her head back and stared at the ceiling, her fingers gliding up and down his chest with every motion of her hips.

Suddenly his hands were on her wrists, his long fingers moving up her arms until he palmed at her breasts. Looking down at him out of hooded eyes, she smiled tiredly, while he eyed her intently, watching her every move as he rubbed his hands over her hard nipples. More moans slipped from her trembling lips, the tension within her stomach building, the tight coil ready to burst any second.

With a groan she started moving faster on top of him, her hands holding onto his shoulders as she leaned slightly forward to get better leverage, her hips really slamming against his now, the slapping of skin against skin mixing with the creaking of the bed. She was so close, she could feel it, her muscles contracting almost painfully, but her legs hurt and every move seemed to exhaust her even more.

Whining quietly, she pressed her lips together and kept going, really pushing herself to finally reach the desired heights. And then she felt his arms snaking around her torso before he pulled her against him with a smack that coaxed a surprised shriek out of her. Embracing her tightly, he pressed her to his chest, her face buried in the crook of his neck, as he finally started moving with her, his hips snapping upwards at the same rapid pace she had provided.

Her moans were muffled and luckily so because they were far louder now as he drove his length deeper and deeper into her, hitting all the right spots, over and over again, until she finally succumbed to the sensations. Crying out louder than she probably should have, given their circumstances, she felt her entire body shuddering, her pussy fluttering around his cock as he kept pounding into her through her orgasm. Stars danced behind her tightly shut eyelids, and she felt her head spinning as she clung onto him, letting him take the reins to finish her off.

Her release gushed around him and her body spasmed under the tremors as he held her through it all, his breath as heavy as hers as he panted into her ear. Slowly he ceased his movements before he pushed her down on him hard, burying his cock deep within her wet warmth, their combined juices seeping past their connection mercilessly. She lay on top of him, her heart thundering against his own, her limbs boneless and twitching uncontrollably.

Their sweat slick bodies molded together as they both came down from their highs eventually. Barely able to move, she shifted only slightly and turned her head to him, her nose nuzzling against his neck. For a long moment she just lay there, breathing against his skin as his arms held her tightly, keeping her warm and safe and close to him.

Her breaths eased slowly, and despite her fucked-out state, she felt the urge to continue as she pressed her lips to his neck and gingerly licked along his pulse, feeling his heartbeat thrum against her tongue. He moaned softly beneath her, tightening his hold on her before he moved his big hands over her back until his eager fingers grabbed her ass and kneaded it firmly. She hummed against his skin, kissing and sucking and licking it eagerly, while he groped her soft flesh and pulled the cheeks apart to tease a fingertip into her tight hole.

She squirmed then and gasped, her lips frozen in place in the middle of working a hickey into his neck. Her heart beat faster as something forced itself through her clouded mind, all the way from the darkness of the furthest corner where she kept those things she never wanted to think about again.

He felt her reaction and quickly withdrew his finger, moving his hands up to rub soothing circles over her back. “I'm sorry,” he whispered quietly. She swallowed hard and took a shuddering breath as she buried her face in the crook of his neck.

“It's... alright...” she mumbled, still fighting the emotions breaking through the walls she had built around them.

“No, I... I forgot, I won't do it again,” he muttered, his low voice vibrating through her head, doing its part to help her push the memories back.

They had shared their life stories early on in their relationship, and while she knew that Sebastian had indeed deliberately burned his apartment down and killed his uncle to be free of him, he also knew about the circumstances that had brought her into this house full of orphans. It had been one of her lowest points to share it with him, but he had listened and consoled her admirably, and afterwards she had felt like a weight had been lifted off her chest.

But despite having shared her trauma, it was still too easy to trigger her with the most random things (even though a finger in her butt was certainly a rather obvious trigger). She was determined, though, to hold onto her mantra of not looking back and focus on the present, especially if said present was holding her in his warm embrace, trying to squeeze all the darkness out of her.

She inhaled deeply and turned her head, her eyes wandering over his profile. He met her gaze when she leaned up on one elbow, a silent understanding surging through the air between them, before she pushed it all back again and pressed her lips to his, concentrating on the sensations he was giving her right now instead of past occurrences that couldn't hurt her anymore.

He kissed her back quickly, urgently, his hand grabbing the back of her head to pull her closer as he slipped his tongue between her trembling lips and met hers in a heated dance. Breathless and lightheaded, she hummed and whimpered against his mouth, even grinding her hips against him once more, feeling his cock twitching inside her as it came back to life.

A deep grunt echoed in her ears as he wrapped his arms around her waist and swiftly rolled them around until he had her pinned to the bed, his body pushing her deep into the soft mattress. Her eyes fluttered open, and for a moment they just stared at each other, their hot breaths mingling, making her even more dizzy. Before she knew it, he grabbed her legs and wrapped them around his waist, then started moving his hips against her, plunging deep into her wet depths, his dark eyes boring into hers.

He had the darkest, most sinister expression when he was focused that always sent chills down her spine. That look also meant that he was hellbent on bringing her to the edge of pleasure in record time, only to hold her there for as long as possible. And while he leaned up on his arms and knees to get better leverage, she clung to him helplessly, her body melting under his powerful thrusts as he held her waist with an iron grip.

Moaning and whimpering, her voice strained, her heavy breathing broken up every time he would hit the deepest spot in her clenching pussy, she succumbed to the blissful void quickly, her mind running empty as her body spasmed beneath him, her juices flowing freely, creating a cacophony of wet squelching sounds and skin slapping against skin mixed with the rhythmic yet slightly erratic slamming of the headboard against the wall.

His own grunts were muffled when he leaned down to capture her mouth for a searing kiss but his rapid movements barely gave them the chance to kiss properly as he pushed her body up and down the bed, keeping them in a constant state of motion, two bodies colliding with fervor but still working in unison to bring them both higher and higher, and while she kept coming forcefully around him, he eventually groaned deeply as his tight balls slapped against her ass.

She cried out and thrashed her head back, lifting her hips off the bed as the most powerful wave yet crashed over her while he gave her that final deep thrust to bury his throbbing length all the way inside her until he emptied himself right into her contracting womb, spilling his seed warm and comforting in her depths.

Her thighs twitched uncontrollably, her toes curled up, and for a moment she was bent in the most pleasurable position, arched off the bed, held by Sebastian's strong arms as her feet dug into his lower back, deeply connected as their orgasms joined forces and shuddered through them powerfully. And then she collapsed back onto the bed with a deep exhale, her limbs twitching but boneless, her heart thundering in her chest, her mind blissfully empty while her pussy overflowed with his warm cum.

He sighed contently as he lowered himself carefully on top of her, not wanting to squish her too much, but he knew she loved feeling his weight on her, like a comfort blanket pressing all her worries out of her tiny body. Her walls still clenched around him, holding his cock in their tight embrace, savoring the warm sensation spreading within her.

For the longest moment she just lay there, smothered by his larger frame, her legs too tired to hold onto him anymore as they fell to his sides, twitching. Her hands ran over the sheets mindlessly as she slowly regained some semblance of control over her body. With a soft moan she raised her arms and wrapped them around his neck before she pressed her lips to his jaw, gingerly moving them up until she claimed his mouth for a lazy kiss.

He breathed loudly against her, kissing her back with his eyes closed, his tongue barely meeting the vigor of her own. She leaned away slowly to watch his deeply relaxed face, his cheeks blushed, and even in the dimly lit room she could have counted all of his freckles when he rested his forehead against hers and watched her out of hooded eyes.

“Thank you for loving me,” she whispered, gently cupping his face with slightly shaking hands. “With your dick in my pussy and otherwise,” she added and saw him smirking before he leaned in to kiss her softly.

“Anytime, kitten,” he muttered, and it was his low voice and the pet name and the way he pronounced it that made her moan into his mouth. He chuckled and nuzzled his nose against hers playfully. “Thank you for letting me love you, I know it might not have been easy for you...”

“It was very easy to fall in love with you, Sebastian,” she said quietly and ran her fingers through his hair. “You made it very, very easy...”

“I'm glad,” he replied and smiled at her warmly.🔴

She watched him intently, slowly calming down as she felt his warmth and strength and comforting presence, and she could have stayed like this forever, but reality came with a sudden knock on her door, and she flinched badly, almost knocking him out by smacking her forehead against his.

He leaned back with a sigh and rolled off her, breaking their connection too swiftly for her liking. It wasn't the first time they were interrupted, and he quickly made his way off the bed and into the ensuite bathroom while she scrambled into a sitting position, trying to ignore the shaking of her legs and his seed dripping past her folds. Grabbing a blanket from a nearby chair, she wrapped herself in it and slowly made her way to the door.

Another rapid knock made her flinch. “What?” she called before carefully opening it and peeking into the hallway beyond.

On the other side stood Ryan, with his arms crossed in front of his chest, his head tilted. “Sorry to disturb the little fuck fest you had going on,” he said with a grin, his voice low enough to not carry through the hall, but she shushed him all the same while blushing badly. “Just wanted to give you a heads-up. They're here,” he added, his gaze turning more serious when he said those last words that made her freeze on the spot.

Panic rushed through her limbs. “Fuck,” she grimaced and looked past him down the corridor. “Where –”

“Still downstairs, putting up the new month's chores I bet,” he told her. “Don't worry, they probably didn't hear you, even though I did. Holy hell, Nae, you really have to learn to keep it down... I could barely keep up.”

She stared at him with wide eyes, her blush spreading all over her body as she pulled the blanket tighter around herself. Suddenly Sebastian was behind her, completely dressed with only his messier-than-usual hair an indication of what they had just done.

“Stop jerking off to my girlfriend, you bloody bastard,” he grumbled as he stared at the older boy.

Ryan gave him a toothy grin. “Who said I was jerking off to her?” The wink he gave Sebastian made the latter step back with a frown, his cheeks bright red as well. Nebbia cleared her throat and grabbed the front of his shirt, urging him to look at her.

“They're here,” she whispered pressingly, and Sebastian nodded and pushed past her onto the hallway, trying to avoid getting anywhere near Ryan.

“See you later,” he said quietly, squeezing her hand before he left her and headed to his own room.

Nebbia looked back to Ryan and rolled her eyes before giving him a playful shove. “Thanks for the warning, now if you'll excuse me, I have to scrape the memory of you hitting on my boyfriend out of my brain...”

He laughed at that and winked at her, then turned around and walked towards the stairs leading down while she closed the door and prepared to meet their 'parents' and hopefully not get scolded for breaking their precious rules.

When she came down the stairs into the crowded kitchen, dressed and clean and as innocent as she could appear, she suddenly found herself staring at a sight she hadn't expected. Not only did she see the people who took her in two years ago, laughing and talking to their younger foster children, looking like the loving parents they pretended to be, but next to them stood a tall young man whose gaze was immediately trained on her, cold gray eyes boring right into her damaged soul, ripping open any seams and tearing down any walls she had built up after she had last seen them.

He was here.

Her heart stopped, her breath became erratic, cold sweat broke from her skin as she stood there and stared at him. It was the hint of a malicious grin moving the corner of his mouth that made her take a step back, then another, until she turned around with her heart thundering inside her chest and ran out of the kitchen, out of the house, onto the large driveway and away from him as fast as she possibly could, barely noticing anything around her as panic flooded her mind and hot tears spilled from her lashes.

She didn't even register the footsteps following her.

// - CHAPTER 2 →

End notes: The next chapter will focus on Nebbia's trauma and there will be no Sebastian. If you like a bit of noncon smut, this might still be something for you!

This is also a dumping ground for my darkest and most depraved ideas, things I can't usually put into my (happy) smutty oneshots, but as a new year's resolution I told myself to delve into other themes as well, especially angst which I always enjoyed writing, so it'll get a lot darker on here, but also fluffier as that's another goal I have. Though there might be no fluff in this particular story!

Now, thank you for reading and I hope I have caught your interest with this first chapter and you might enjoy reading more! Let me know!

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Dreamers | Sebastian Sallow x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: Spoilers for Hogwarts Legacy, domestic abuse

A/N - Post Hogwarts angst and a bit of fluff at the end, inspired by this ask, a bit different than the original request but I hope you enjoy anyway anon! Also turned out a lot shorter than I wanted because it was pretty difficult to write.

“Did you hear me?” You asked.

Leander was flipping through a book. He was sitting on the grand red sofa that sat in the middle of the main room of his house. His family’s connections to the Ministry got him a fancy Ministry job after you graduated and he was able to buy a nice house and fill it will all the fancy stuff he wanted. You weren’t as into the exorbitant materialism but you appreciated that he handled most of the finances. He made it clear that you were not allowed to get a job, he was the provider, you were the trophy girlfriend. The Hero of Hogwarts.

“No,” Leander replied.

“I’m meeting Natty in Hogsmeade tonight,” you repeated yourself.

“No you’re not,” Leander closed the book sharply, “I told you I don’t want to go out tonight.”

“You can stay home,” you responded quietly, silently hoping he would agree so you could get a night off.

“And let you go to Hogsmeade alone?”

“I won’t be alone,” you sighed, “I’m meeting Natty.”

“Anyone else?”

You thought about the letters from Sebastian and Ominis that were hidden in your dresser, protected by a few unnoticeable charms, “Nope, just Natty.”

“Fine, but only because I trust Natsai.”

You silently thanked Merlin for Gryffindor comradery continuing to hold strong even after you left Hogwarts. You smiled and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before heading to the fireplace to use the Floo Network to travel to Hogsmeade. London was a bit too far from Hogsmeade to fly there and you never bothered to get your apparition license. You waved to Leander, who looked annoyed but waved back. You tried not to let his sour mood ruin your excitement. The flash of green made you feel a bit sick to your stomach as you stepped into Hogsmeade Square. You were immediately hit with the smell of chocolate and toffee wafting from Honeydukes. You remembered the time you snuck into the basement to steal Billywig Stings for Garreth and smiled to yourself.

The village was full of young witches and wizards rushing about to get their school supplies before the new school year began. There were only a few more days before Hogwarts would open its doors and a new class of eager witches and wizards would begin their magical education. Only two years prior, you and your classmates had graduated and joined the rest of the adult wizarding world. Your relationship with Leander was still somewhat new then, you had only started dating him a few months before graduation but once the pressure of the real world hit you, you realized that you were going to need someone to support you until you found a job of your own. Merlin knew your family was no help, the shock of you being a witch was still too much for them to handle. So, one thing led to another and you ended up living with Leander.

“Y/N!”

You would recognize that bright voice anywhere, Natty was rushing over to you. You had seen her just a week prior, her and her girlfriend, Morgan, had visited you and Leander in London, but she still looked absolutely ecstatic to see you. You had kept in touch with all of your old friends from Hogwarts, whether Leander knew about it or not. Morgan was taller than Natty by a few inches with stick straight strawberry blonde hair that was a sharp contrast to Natty’s curly black hair. Morgan had graduated from Beauxbatons a year before you and Natty graduated from Hogwarts, and the two had met doing auror work in America. Now, they had moved back to Scotland to be closer to home, or at least, closer to Morgan’s home.

“Hello Natty,” you smiled and hugged her tightly, “Hello Morgan.”

The taller woman gave you two short kisses on the cheek but couldn’t get a word in before Natty continued to speak, “The boys are already at The Three Broomsticks, we should hurry. You know how Sebastian gets when you keep him waiting.”

You agreed, Sebastian had a habit of whining if you left him on his own for too long. Still better than when Leander would scream at you for leaving him alone for too long. The three of you began walking down the familiar cobblestone streets. Morgan told you about a poacher camp they had found in Norway, apparently it was one of the largest they’d found in recent years, it was becoming a real problem there. You wished you could join her and Natty on their adventures, but it was hard enough to convince Leander to let you go to Hogsmeade, let alone Norway. As you got close to The Three Broomsticks the smell of chocolate faded in favor of the warm, comforting smell of butterbeer. You took a deep breath as you reminisced on all the memories of coming to Hogsmeade as a student.

Natty held the door open for you and Morgan and before you got two steps in the door, Sirona was in front of you, holding out a mug of butterbeer which you grabbed without thinking, “On the house.”

“Sirona, I can’t accept that,” you began to rifle through your pockets to find money for her but the innkeeper shook her head.

“Too late,” Sirona laughed as she walked back to her usual spot behind the counter, “It’s already in your hand, dear.”

You scowled at her, but the argument was cut off by a shout from the back of the room. You turned to see Sebastian standing at one of the larger tables. Ominis was on his left, and he had saved you a seat on the right. Next to Ominis was Poppy, and next to her was Garrett. You realized sadly that Amit was not there, and Imelda was also missing. The latter did not surprise you, that girl had barely taken a day off since she started playing professional quidditch. She had sent you a few tickets but Leander never wanted to go to the games. You, Natty, and Morgan all made your way to the table. When you got closer, Sebastian grabbed you in a bear hug, lifting you slightly off the floor.

“I’ve missed you,” he laughed as he set you back down. The two of you had seen each other just a month before, he had asked you for help on an auror assignment, but you had to turn him down due to Leander not wanting you to be put in any danger.

“I’ve missed you too,” you sat down at the empty seat next to him, admiring the way the light from the fireplace brought out the subtle auburn highlights of his hair, “I missed you too, Ominis, and Poppy, I haven’t seen you in months, how are you?”

Poppy told you all about the recent dragon rescue she had helped Natty and Morgan with in Norway, a detail Morgan seemed to have left out of the story. You listened, somewhat sad that you hadn’t been able to be there. However, it was still nice to hear the retelling of the story from your old friend. As she finished her story the table grew quiet for a moment before Ominis turned to you.

“How are you, Y/N?”

There was a weird tension at the table, and you felt it, “I’m doing great!”

It wasn’t necessarily a lie. You and Leander had been doing better for the most part. As you adjusted to living together, it became easier to avoid any potential triggers and keep the peace between the two of you. While he wasn’t allowing you to get a full time job, keeping the relationship together did seem to have become a full time job. You spent most of your day avoiding him, and preventing any potential arguments. It had become the new normal, but you were still dependent on Leander for most things.

“How is Leander?” Sebastian asked, although his disdain for the man was not well-hidden, if he was even trying to hide it.

“He’s good,” you took a sip of your butterbeer, “He works a lot, his job is very important.”

“Right,” Sebastian stared into your eyes and it sent a shiver down your spine, “We need to talk to you about something.”

“All of you?”

While you had all kept in touch it seemed more than a little suspicious that they had all come together to talk to you about something. The tension at the table was palpable. There was a part of you that wanted to just run out of The Three Broomsticks and go home, but you stayed frozen in place. You wondered what they needed to talk about and why they were being so secretive.

“It’s about Leander,” Sebastian started, but Natty cut him off. She realized that his blunt personality would not necessarily be an asset in that moment.

“We just have some concerns about him,” Natty finished Sebastian’s sentence for him.

“What do you mean?”

“Y/N,” Natty sighed and took your hand, “We barely see you anymore, and if we do get a response to our owls it sometimes takes days, weeks. I mean, Ominis sent you an owl two months ago and you never answered.”

“I’m busy, Natty,” you suddenly felt very defensive and you pulled your hand away from hers, “I’m sorry my schedule isn’t as free as the rest of you, or that I don’t live in the area anymore but that has nothing to do with Leander.”

“You can travel by Floo Powder,” Poppy pointed out, earning herself a glare from you that made her drop her eyes to her feet. You felt guilty but were still in shock about what they were implying.

“Well,” you paused, realizing Poppy was right and that travel wasn’t exactly a perfect excuse for your absence over the past two years.

“It’s only gotten worse,” Natty sighed, “Over the last two years.”

“I’ve been busy,” you repeated yourself, not caring if you sounded like a broken record.

“You don’t work,” Sebastian finally spoke up again and the tension at the table got even worse. Everyone knew that if you and Sebastian really got into it, it could cause serious damage to not only your relationship, but Sirona’s establishment.

“You don’t know my life, Seb,” you glared at him, as if daring him to keep talking.

He ignored your warning look, “I think I know your life better than you do, I’m not blinded with love for Leander fucking Prewett.”

“Sebastian!” Ominis kicked him under the table but you all heard the thump of Ominis’ foot hitting Sebastian’s shin.

“What?” Sebastian shot him a look that Ominis couldn’t see, but he knew was there, “I’m right.”

“Sebastian,” this time it was Poppy that spoke up, “Maybe you should take a walk.”

“No,” Sebastian slammed his fist down on the table. The chatter in the bar got quiet as people began to notice the growing situation at your table.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” you felt angry tears forming in your eyes, “Is this seriously why you all asked me here? You didn’t want to just have a drink and catch up? You wanted to trap me so you could interrogate me about my boyfriend?”

“Y/N,” Natty reached for your hand again but you pulled away, “It’s not like that, we’re just worried. We want you to know that we’re here for you.”

“I don’t need you to be here for me, Natty!” You felt the rage boiling in you and you felt the rest of the bar fade into the distance, your focus now was on the people at that table, specifically Sebastian.

Sebastian Sallow had grown up a lot since fifth year. He was taller, his hair was longer, and his chin was covered in stubble. However, the same freckles dotted his face, and his eyes were the same dark brown that prevented you from really being able to read his expression at the moment. You stared daggers into them, wondering if you could cast avada kedavra just by thinking it. You felt so stupid, thinking your friends just wanted to see you and tell you about their lives, but clearly they had other motives. Of course, you couldn’t help but see their side and a small part of you did wonder if they were right.

“Fine,” Sebastian stood up, almost knocking over his butterbeer, “Then we’re leaving, right?”

The others didn’t move, instead you stood up, “Not like you to run from a fight, Sallow.”

“This wasn’t supposed to be a fight,” he huffed and pushed some of his dark hair out of his face, “We’re here to help you, but we can’t help someone who doesn’t want to help themselves.”

“I don’t need help,” a few tears slid down your cheek and you saw Sebastian’s eyes dart to them. His expression softened a little, saddened to see you so emotional, “I have all the help I need, at home.”

With that, you left the table where your friends were sitting and barged out of The Three Broomsticks, not even stopping to thank Sirona for the drink. Who were they to judge your relationship? None of them had been in a serious relationship besides Natty. Sebastian was a serial player, leading girls on and then leaving them high and dry. Ominis seemed too preoccupied in his research into whatever to care about girls. You didn’t even know what Poppy’s relationship history looked like but you knew that any relationship she did get into didn’t seem to last very long. You continued marching to the Floo Flames in Hogsmeade Square when you heard a voice behind you, and it was not the one you expected.

“Y/N, hang on,” it was Morgan, Natty’s girlfriend.

“What?” You only turned around because it was her, and you knew she would not have been the one to plan this, she didn’t know you well enough to be the mastermind behind the intervention. You realized, of course, that was why they sent her but you stopped to hear her out anyway.

“I know it seemed harsh in there,” Morgan stopped a few feet away from you, and even in the low evening light, you could see the genuine concern on her face, “But they only did it because they all love you so much, and they want to make sure that you are safe and happy.”

“I am safe and happy,” you sighed, “We haven’t known each other very long, but you should know that this is me when I am safe and happy. So you can go back in there and tell them that I am fine and if they would like to apologize they can write me a letter.”

You turned away again, leaving Morgan standing awkwardly in the road. As you continued towards the Floo Flames you wanted to cry again, but knew that if you went home crying, Leander would know that something was up. You took a deep breath to calm your nerves before stepping into the flames and appearing back in Leander’s living room. He was no longer on the couch, you assumed he was in the bedroom. It wasn’t that late but he had a tendency to go to bed early. You wandered through the hallway of the house to the bedroom. The door was closed and you couldn’t hear anything coming from inside the room.

“Leander?” You knocked before you walked into the room.

He was laying on the bed, still reading his book. He closed it and looked up at you, his eyes were dark. You felt your stomach drop, something was obviously wrong. He set the book down and got up off the bed.

“How was Hogsmeade?” His voice was very monotone, he was clearly upset.

“It was good,” you tried to think of a convincing lie about what had happened, “Natty and Morgan adopted a cat!”

“Did they?” Leander clearly wasn’t buying it, “And what about Sebastian and Ominis?”

“What?” You felt like you were about to throw up, how could he know that they were there?

“I know you weren’t only meeting Natsai,” Leander took a few steps closer to you and quickly smacked the back of his hand across your cheek, “Why would you lie to me?”

Tears welled up in your eyes, “Leander, it’s not what you think.”

“It is exactly what I think,” he tilted your chin up so you were meeting his eye contact, “You lied to me, Y/N.”

“I knew you wouldn’t like it,” you flinched as he pulled his hand away from your face, “I just wanted to see my friends.”

“Are you cheating on me?”

“Of course not, Leander,” it wasn’t a lie, while you did have feelings for Sebastian, you knew the feelings were not mutual.

He grabbed your wrists tightly, pulling you within a few inches of his face, “You’re just lying to me and seeing men behind my back.”

“My friends,” you sobbed, “I was just seeing my friends.”

“I forbid you from seeing Sebastian Sallow or Ominis Gaunt ever again,” Leander sighed and released your hands, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I know,” you cried, your whole body was shaking with fear, “I’m sorry.”

“You can sleep on the couch tonight,” Leander pushed you back out of the bedroom and slammed the door in your face.

You stood in the hallway, shaking as tears ran down your face. You didn’t want to move, afraid that any noise would trigger Leander to come back out. You just stood there, sobbing. There were marks on your wrist from where Leander had grabbed you. You stared at the bruises and wanted to scream, how had everything gone so wrong? You silently walked to the living room and collapsed onto the couch.

A few hours passed, and sleep seemed completely out of your reach. You sat there, watching the fire burn in the fireplace, appreciating the warmth. You wrapped a thin blanket around your shoulders, wishing there was someone there to hold you instead. You remembered nights you spent with Sebastian in the Undercroft, nothing romantic ever happened, but he had always been there to comfort you. As if on cue, there was a quiet knock at the door. You sat frozen for a moment, not sure if you wanted to answer it or not. It was late, but you weren’t sure why someone would be knocking on your door at that hour if it wasn’t serious. You walked to the door and casted a quick charm to make the door appear translucent to you, but not to whoever was outside. Your breath caught in your chest when you saw Sebastian standing there.

You threw the door open, “Sebastian?”

“Thank god,” Sebastian immediately wrapped his arms around you, “I was worried that Prewett was going to answer the door.”

“What are you doing here?” You pulled away from him, your brain was in overdrive.

“I’m getting you out of here,” Sebastian said bluntly.

“What?”

“I can’t let you stay here,” Sebastian put his hands on your cheeks and looked deeply into your eyes, “I know who he is, and I can’t let you stay with him any longer.”

Any other night you would have told Sebastian to go away, leave you there with Leander, but tonight was different. You stared into his dark eyes and realized this may be your one chance to get away. You lifted your hands so you were holding his wrists and nodded, accepting his help. He beamed at you, ecstatic that you had agreed to go with him. He knew that he was getting you out with or without your acceptance, but it made it that much easier that you weren’t going to argue with him.

He pulled his hands away from your face but as he did he noticed the bruising on your wrists, his face flushed with anger, “Did he do this?”

You pulled your hands away, “Sebastian, it’s not what you think. I lied to him about what I was doing tonight, he was just upset.”

Sebastian barely heard you, he was blind with anger. He pushed past you, but he wasn’t sure where the bedroom was so instead of going to seek out Leander, he yelled, “Prewett! Get out here you fucking coward!”

“Sebastian!” You grabbed his arm, “What are you doing? If we go now he won’t even know you were here, we can get away without any confrontation!”

“Too late for that,” Sebastian looked down at your wrists, “He started this, he should finish it.”

You heard the bedroom door open down the hall and Leander walked out. He was still wearing his pajamas and was clearly fast asleep when Sebastian woke him up. He gripped his wand tightly in his hand, and as soon as he saw Sebastian standing there he raised the wand up, prepared to defend himself. Sebastian was intimidating, but even more so when he was clearly enraged like he was then.

“Sallow?” Leander spat, “What are you doing here?”

“Well I was going to take your girlfriend and free her from this prison you’ve created for her,” Sebastian took a breath, “But now I think I’m going to finish that duel that Professor Hecat broke up all those years ago.”

You remembered the day you walked into Defense Against the Dark Arts as Sebastian almost crushed Leander under Professor Hecat’s Hebridean Black skull. Leander casted expelliarmus but Sebastian blocked it without even flinching. You ran to the couch where your own wand was still sitting on the side table. You were prepared to help Sebastian but as the duel continued you realized he did not need your help. Sebastian had always been stronger than Leander, that was nothing new. However, over the last two years Sebastian had much more practice dueling than Leander did. It wasn’t a particularly long or exciting duel, Sebastian beat him easily.

“Get the fuck out of my house!” Leander screamed as he collapsed to the floor, knocked backwards by a simple depulso from Sebastian.

“Happily,” Sebastian laughed but he took a few steps closer to Leander and knelt down so he could speak directly to his face, “But if you ever so much as look at her again, I will fucking kill you.”

Without another word Sebastian stood up and walked over to you. Your things were still in the bedroom but at that moment you would rather burn it all down than go to get the clothes that Leander had bought for you. You simply grabbed your cloak off a hook by the door and followed Sebastian out the front door. The cold London air made you shiver, even with the cloak. Sebastian noticed this and silently wrapped his arm around your shoulders, holding you tightly as you walked.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

There were tears in your eyes, “Not really.”

Sebastian stopped and grabbed your shoulders so you were facing him, “It’s going to be okay. You’re safe now.”

“Where am I going to go, Sebastian?” Your voice caught in your throat as you began to cry again, you hadn’t cried this much in years.

“You’ll stay with me,” Sebastian said simply. You blushed at the thought of sharing a bed with Sebastian but knew that wasn’t what he meant.

“I can’t ask that of you,” you said quietly, looking down at your feet.

Sebastian put his hand on your chin, a movement that was eerily similar to what Leander had done just hours before, but this time it was not scary at all, “You’re not asking. Now, hang on.”

Sebastian apparated the two of you back to his home, a small cottage on the outskirts of Hogsmeade. You tried not to vomit, it had been a while since you had apparated anywhere. Sebastian opened the front door and motioned for you to go inside first. You complied and were met by the smell of pumpkin soup that he must have made hours earlier and smoke from the fireplace. It was a mess, compared to Leander’s house, and it was significantly smaller but you hadn’t felt so comfortable in a long time. It felt like home, and you had never even been there. As you turned to look at Sebastian you realized the feeling of being at home did not come from the cottage, it came from him. He was home.

“Are you okay?” Sebastian noticed the tears in your eyes again.

“You’re asking me that a lot tonight,” you laughed and walked over to hug him, “I’m better.”

“Good,” Sebastian held tightly and put one hand on your head, playing with your hair.

“Thank you,” you cried into his chest.

“Darling,” Sebastian pulled away so he could look into your eyes, “I’m just sorry it took me so long.”

You shook your head, it didn’t matter now. Nothing mattered because you were safe again. You looked around the cottage, noticing even more details. Old Slytherin quidditch memorabilia was hanging on the walls, books that Sebastian had borrowed from the Restricted Section filled the shelves. It was so perfectly him.

“I’ll sleep on the couch,” Sebastian said, “You can take the bedroom.”

“No,” you laughed, “You’ve already done so much, I can’t take your bed too.”

“We could share,” Sebastian laughed.

You blushed violently at the suggestion, “Very funny.”

“I’m not joking,” Sebastian smirked at you, a subtle blush covering his cheeks.

Your stomach flipped, “What?”

“Unless you want me to be,” Sebastian laughed awkwardly.

The room was silent, and not a comfortable silence, the tension in the air could be cut with a knife. You had feelings for Sebastian, and had for a long time but he had never given any indication that he returned the feelings. In fact, if anything, he usually treated you more like a sister than anything else. Now, here he was, a grown man, fumbling over his words and blushing like a nervous teenager.

“I,” you paused, you were just as nervous, “I don’t want you to be joking.”

“You don’t?” Sebastian’s face lit up and suddenly he was that 16 year old that you had fallen for.

“No,” you took a deep breath, not wanting to screw up the moment, “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry,” Sebastian awkwardly rubbed his neck, “I know a lot just happened so I’m not trying to pressure you, but I just know that you always liked having someone to comfort you when things were tough.”

You smiled, “I did, and I do.”

“Well then,” Sebastian picked you up in a bridal carry and walked to the bedroom.

He set you on the bed and you quickly took off your robe. He collapsed in the bed next to you, opening his arms to invite you to cuddle up to him. You took the opportunity and placed your head on his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist. He put one arm around your shoulders and gently began to rub your arm with the other. You listened to him breathing, and soon, you fell into a dreamless sleep. It seemed that your brain didn’t feel the need to create dreams anymore.

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