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saliyahdomera · 11 months

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House of Horrors -S.S

in which you’re betrothed to Ominis but Sebastian has other plans that lead to a night of horrors in the Gaunt Manor

AGED UP TO 18 (in this AU, they get married at 20 instead)

Warning: cussing, some sexual content but not full blown smut, inaccurate social standings and customs and such blah blah, made up Gaunt family members, made up Gaunt names, sorry not sorry, some violence and gore

This horrible and I am so so so sorry. It’s a good plot in my opinion but man I do not know how to write. I apologize in advance. I promise Im a good writer, this one just did not turn out for me but I wanted to post it anyways….

lmk if i missed anything!!

MINOR DNI!! 18+ HIGHLY ADVISED

I heard murmuring downstairs as I exited my room. Descending the stairs, there stood the Gaunt’s. Being bethrothed to the youngest son, Ominis since I was born meant a lot of things. It meant always being seen with him in the social eye, being his eyes when Sebastian couldn’t, and even living with his family.

When my parents died, the Gaunt’s took me in to keep up their end of the deal in light of everything. My family’s fortune was in my hands now, and when Ominis and I get married in two years, our families will combine and so will our riches.

I wasn’t the only one who lived with them. Sebastian Sallow, Ominis’ best friend and his Lord-In-Waiting. Sebastian was always right behind Ominis, being his eyes and making sure he was always taken care of. They were quite inseparable and I’ve grown quite fond of both of them.

“Good morning dear, I hope you slept well.”

“I did, thank you my Lord.” I bowed before Damocles Gaunt, the head of the household and Ominis’ father.

“You do not have to be so formal. Please dear.” He smiled as I muttered a small ‘sorry’ his way. It felt improper not to address him as such.

Everyone was gathered around the table as I sat next to Ominis. “Y/N!” His eldest sister, Catherine, spoke up. “Della and I were going to go pick up our dresses for the ball next week. Would you like to accompany us?”

Ominis had a large family. Being the youngest of seven kids was never easy for him. He was the last to do everything, right now that being married.

The eldest is Catherine, at 28. She has been married to Silas Huntington for 8 years now and has 2 children. Ida, 6 and Lyla, 3.

Next would be the eldest brother, Otto at 26. Him and his wife, Cornelia O’Hara, have been together for 6 years. They have one daughter, Fawn who just turned 2.

Francis is the second eldest brother, at 24. Him and his wife, Charlotte Roûge have been together for 4 years and have twins, Rita and Etta , both just turned 2.

Della is the designated middle child at 21. Her and her husband, Warren Carnell just announced they were pregnant, which is why all the siblings are in town.

The twins, Victor and Genevieve, beat Ominis by 2 years. They are both freshly married to Josephine Beckham and Benjamin Allard.

Ominis is the youngest, at 18. He’s been bethrothed since birth like the rest of his siblings. The only differences between their marriages and his are that his future wife needs to be able to guide him due to his blindness, and so far, no male heirs have been born. Unless his sister Della has a son, it’s up to him to bore an heir to the Gaunt lineage.

Having a child scared him though, he was afraid it was inherit his blindness and suffer as he does.

I looked to Catherine and nodded, “I would love to. I don’t think I have anything to wear.” She reached for my hands and smiled.

“Oh I’m so glad to hear that. I was hoping you didn’t. I sort of had one made for you.”

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Catherine led me into the back of the shop to the fitting rooms where my dress she had made was waiting for me. She was giddy along with Della, who had come in to make some alterations around her newly popped belly. “Go on! I’ll go get into mine too.”

She ran off as I stepped behind the curtain. In front of me stood the most breathtaking dress. A long dark green velvet gown with a square necklace and long sleeves. The breast line was dropped and the skirt was lined with a beautiful pattern made of gold lace. I took it off the hanger as a woman came in to help me get into it.

Once it was on, I couldn’t move. It fit perfectly. It was a slimmer fit, but not scandalous. I ran my fingers over the fabric, feeling every little detail to take note.

Everytime I got a dress, I had to memorize it with my fingers so I could describe it to Ominis. It was always disappointing getting all beautiful just for him not to be able to see it. Memorizing the feeling made it easier, that way he could at least get a picture in his head.

Stepping out, Catherine was stood there waiting for me, Della at her side.

Catherine’s dress was a traditional high breast line dress with shorter cap sleeves. It was a beautiful baby blue, her husband’s family color. It had slight navy detailing throughout with a gold waistband.

Della’s was a mix. Longer sleeves graced her arms while a higher breast line was sewn in to adapt to her growing belly. It was a beautiful blush with gold detailing throughout.

“Wow.” Catherine walked up to me, looking me over and spinning me around. “You look spectacular!”

“You picked wonderfully Catherine.” She held my hands there for a moment before Della came over as well.

“You’re going to be such a beautiful bride for Ominis. You make him so happy, it’s refreshing to see him smile.” Della tucked a piece of hair behind my ear as she spoke. “Thank you.”

“She’s right, I’m overjoyed you were chosen to marry our sweet baby brother.” Catherine chimed in before we went to change.

While the shopkeeper’s assistant was helping me get out of my dress, I couldn’t help but feel guilty. I did care for Ominis but, I wasn’t as loyal and doting as his family made me out to be. Marrying into a darker family such as the Gaunt’s was hard on me. While it may seem they are all caring and sweet to me, it doesn’t mean I don’t see what goes on behind the scenes.

I took solice where I could, and that was in the arms of Ominis’ Lord In Waiting, Sebastian Sallow.

Late nights wrapped in his arms, his hands combing through my hair while he listens to my worries. He gives me peace when things get dark at the manor. Sebastian is always there when I need him to be.

It was an innocent friendship, until it wasn’t.

Late one night, I was in Sebastian’s quarters talking to him about the latest developments in the Gaunt family that had me frazzled. “I just don’t understand Sebastian. I wish Ominis was spared from all of this. I wish the whole family would quit, it’s worrisome.”

He sighed, “I know, I’ve been living with them since birth. Lady Gaunt’s old lady in waiting was my mother. When she died in child birth, they raised me to be Ominis’ right hand man.” He cleared his throat as I looked up to listen to him. “It’s hard watching them partake in such devious affairs, but it’s our duty to be silent and show up when called.” The way he was looking at me made me stomach flutter. “You know better than me how hard this is. As much as Ominis may love you, to the rest of his family, you’re just a baby maker, the heir carrier. You are only here for Ominis to use you for his own heir making desires.” His tone darkened as he spoke.

“Sebastian I know my-“ Before I could finish, his lips were on mine. It was heveanly. I knew how wrong it was, and if anyone found out I’d be ruined and the Gaunt’s would probably kill us both. I was supposed to be saved for Ominis, but Sebastian’s lips on mine was too enticing to pull away. His hands wrapped around me as he pulled me closer to him, my hand quickly tangling in his hair.

He pulled away quickly, shock and regret lacing his features. “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what happened. I can’t believe I just did that to you-“

“Shut up and do it again.” I pulled at his collar as his lips were on mine again. I couldn’t get enough once I got a taste.

This had been going on for a couple of months, and it’s escalated over time. It went from innocent kissing to intimate pleasure. The guilt weighed heavily on me, but 90% of the time, Sebastian and I were the only ones in the manor. The Gaunt’s were never home, or at least not all of them at once. They were always off making deals or killing or sacrificing. They were always involved in dark wizard schemes, leaving Sebastian and I alone in the manor.

He had ruined me, we both knew that. My pureness was taken from me, my innocence gone. We both knew how wrong it was, and how much Ominis would be hurt if he ever found out, but we were addicted to each other. I felt even more guilty because I had caught feelings. He saw me as a human being and not just someone to produce an heir to the Gaunt fortune. I wasn’t just a baby maker to him, he saw my personality and got to know me.

The guilt hit me hard in the dressing room hearing Ominis’ sisters speak that way. I knew deep down I had to end things and come clean, but I wasn’t ready to face the consequences.

But I was afraid I already had.

Over the last week or two, I had noticed some odd signs indicating something wrong with my health. I was afraid I had caught a disease. I know my older sister warned me of diseases caught from these activities and the signs. If a man was unclean, or things were too frequent, I could catch something.

It worried me, and I was afraid someone else would see the signs and out two and two together.

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Back at the manor, we were all eating dinner when Lord Gaunt stood up, lifting his cup. “I just want to say that not only am I so glad to have all of my children in my home again, but to the new additions coming soon. Another grand baby, hopefully an heir and a new wife, to bring us heirs.” He raised his glass as everyone drank to the toast. I looked to Sebastian, and I realized he was right. I am nothing more than my womb.

And now I’m afraid I’ve caught something that may inhibit my ability to bare children.

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The day before the ball, I decided to secretly sneak to go see the house doctor, without anyone’s knowledge.

“What brings you here? You’re not in for a yearly check in for a couple of months? Are you sick?”

“I think so. I don’t know how I got it, but I’ve not been feeling right.”

“What signs are you having?” I spoke to him about my worries and concerns before he said he should do a wellness check. He sat me down and angled me so he could take a look to make sure I was healthy for my bethrothed.

“I’m just going to make sure everything is healthy down here. If you have a problem and cannot bare children, we will need to take immediate action.” I grimaced as he started the examination.

“Oh.” His tone had me worried.

“What? Do I have something?” My breathing was speeding up.

“Ma’am,” he made me decent and sat me up. “Pardon me for asking, but have you and Ominis…?”

“No!! We have not! Why do you ask?”

He took a deep breath, ask if he was searching for the words. “Don’t lie to me please. Have you let any man-“

“No! How dare you assume! What’s wrong with me? Please just tell me!”

“You are with child.” I sat there in shock. I was always close with Doctor Keizer, but there’s no way I could go this far into my personal life. I knew I could always go to him when I had issues, especially before Sebastian and I grew close. “Now, Y/N. Will you please tell me what happened? You know what you say in here stays in here. Who’s is it?”

I couldn’t believe it. How would I pull this off? People will begin to notice my symptoms. Ominis will surely know what I had done. “Please Y/N, we need to figure this out so I can help you.”

“Sebastian Sallow, the Lord-In-Waiting to Ominis.” Doctor Keizer cleared his throat.

“Oh dear.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Well, you have options. I won’t make you decide anything this moment, but I suggest you take a few days to weigh the risks and benefits. Please come see me when you know. And please trust, this doesn’t leave my office. Your secret is safe with me.”

“Thank you.” He gave me shoulder a pat before sending me on my way.

What was I going to do?

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(Sebastian)

It was the night of the ball, and I was fortunate enough to be invited to each one of these every year. Since I was Ominis’ eyes in public, I was automatically assigned to accompany him to every ball.

Ominis was very self sufficient, a wonderful dancer and usually good at finding his way around but he knew I loved going to these.

Ominis thinks it’s because I like the social aspect, or dressing up. I really enjoy going because Y/N always looks so breathtaking. I know it’s wrong, but how could I not love her? She’s so beautiful and she has such a kind heart. Her laugh lights up the room and her smile makes my heart stutter. She is so intelligent and has such an incredible personality.

She takes my breath away everytime she speaks.

I know I should tell my best friend that I’m bedding his future wife, but I can’t give her up yet. She’s addicting, every touch, every taste. I crave her presence, her kiss. I can’t live without her.

“Are you ready?” Ominis knocked on my door as he entered. I straightened my jacket before replying with a ‘yes’.

The ride there was silent. Something was on Ominis’ mind and I knew not to poke and prod.

The ball was beautiful, the Black family always throw the biggest ball of the year, and somehow it’s always better than the year before. I stood with Ominis, his father and the rest of Ominis’ brothers and brother in laws. The women of the family always rode seperately, as to make a special entrance. The crowd was silenced not long after the men had arrived as the servant at the door announced the women.

“Ladies and gentlemen! I now introduce Lady Amelia Gaunt, her daughters Lady Catherine Huntington, Lady Della Carnell-“ He went on to list the many women who were apart of the Gaunt family. I only cared about the last name. Y/N’s name was always last, and Iloved seeing her enter every time. “And finally, Duchess Y/N L/N, bethrothed to Ominis Gaunt.” The crowd bowed to them as the descended the stairs and towards the men. All the wives took their husband’s to dance. Lord and Lady Gaunt never really danced, they preferred to watch their children dance.

I watched intently as Y/N walked up to Ominis as he escorted her to the dance floor. It was intrigued me how she taught him to dance with her without sight. I would always notice a little tap or squeeze to signal him what to do. They had a secret language only the two of them understood, but it made for beautiful dances between them. Over the years I caught on to a few of the signals, but each one is so unique that it was rare.

I looked around at everyone dancing, disappointed that I will never have a chance to go find a wife. My position doesn’t allow for that, especially since my mother disobeyed that rule when she had me. “Why don’t you go dance with someone? I’m sure one of my daughters would love to dance with you!” Lady Gaunt grabbed my arm and smiled down at me.

“It’s okay, I would feel horrible taking them from their husbands. I prefer to sit back and watch.” She nodded and resumed watching. Little did she know I did want to dance, but only with one girl out there. I watched as they danced song after song. After awhile as everyone bowed to their partners, Ominis and Y/N returned as she whispered something to him and he smiled. I heard Ominis reply ‘why not?’ before letting her go to stand next to his mother.

That’s when time slowed down. Y/N walked up to me and held her hand out. “May I have this dance Mr. Sallow?” She smiled and I thought I was going to faint. I looked to Ominis before he spoke up, not even turning my way.

“Go Sebastian. Have some fun.” I took her hand as I led her out to the floor. We danced and I held her close. This was a dream come true. She looked stunning tonight in the dark green velvet gown. Her hair was tied back and she wore beautiful family jewels around her neck and on her head.

“You okay? You look dazed.” She laughed at me as I returned to the moment.

“Very much so.” I watched her lips curl up in a smile before it fell. “Are you?”

“Yes, just very bored of these events. It’s always the same.” I laughed at her.

“Well at least tonight I actually got out and danced. This is the first time I’ve done this.”

She stared at me with surprise. “For someone who’s never danced, you’re very good at this.”

“Don’t flatter me. The Gaunt’s still trained me, I just never got out like this in the social eye. Especially with my best friend’s bethrothed-“ I stopped talking as I saw her face drop in what seemed to be horror before quickly snapping back to a pleased expression.

As I spun her I looked to see what she was looking at, I saw someone speaking to Lord Gaunt as he was staring Y/N down. Something was wrong and now I was worried. I couldn’t let her out of my sight. As I caught another glance, I saw him point me out as well, it seems something is very wrong. I was worried for both of our safety now.

The dance ended as she bowed but she shot me a look that let me know she knew she was in trouble. She walked to Ominis while I was frozen. I slowly exited the dance floor to get a refreshment when Lord Gaunt appeared behind me. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’ve been up to, what you say about my family.” Before I could turn around to respond, he was gone, and so was Y/N.

This was not good.

The night continued on, and none of the other family members seemed to know where they had disappeared to.

As time dragged on, I felt like we were never going to leave until Ominis answered my prayers. “Can you escort me out? We are heading back to the mansion. My mother said there’s some business I need to attend to.”

“Is everyone coming?”

“No, just us three.”

My stomach was spinning in the carriage the whole way back to the manor. Something didn’t feel right and I think Ominis knew too. He was quieter than usual and although he may not know what was wrong, he knew something was off. With his other senses heightened, he was very keen on picking little disturbances up quickly.

Arriving to the manor, it felt eerie. It didn’t feel like my home anymore, it felt like a trap, a prison.

Ominis hesitated before following his mother in, leaving me to be the last to walk in.

I never expected to see what was before me in the grand entrance. While Lady Gaunt and Ominis walked up the stairs to their respective chambers, before me stood Lord Gaunt, Y/N tied with her hands behind her sat beside him. She was tied to the chair and obviously she had been tortured. Her hair was a mess and there were marks and blood covering her body. She was left in nothing but her corset and pants. She was struggling to breathe and her eyes were puffy with tears. I looked up quickly to notice Ominis standing above us on the grand staircase out of his father’s eyeline. While he could not see, by his facial expression Ominis knew exactly what was happening.

“Sebastian. Welcome back, I hope you had fun at the ball.”

“What is going on?”

He smirked as he drew his wand out of his sleeve. “I know what you’ve been saying about my family. How you don’t care for our ways of business, or how you don’t support the ways of dark wizards. You don’t believe in killing what you claim to be ‘innocents’.”

“What are you talking about?!” I took a step forward before he spoke up again, his tone harsh now.

“I don’t care who dies, but since you do, indulge me and I might just spare the mother of your unborn child.” His wand flew to her throat, making her cry out in pain from it digging into the skin of her neck.

My eyes flew open wide, she was with child? “What?”

“Don’t play stupid boy. I know what you did to her, going behind Ominis’ back. You took her for yourself and she went willingly. You’re lucky I don’t kill you right now for what you’ve done to this family.”

“I had no idea. She never told me! I am so sorry, I wish I had known.”

“Do you want to know what you can do to atone for the sins you’ve committed?”

I didn’t say anything, instead I couldn’t help but stare at her, she was carrying my child, and I did not even know and now she’s suffering because of me. “Kneel.”

“What?”

“You heard me Sallow, get on your knees. Pledge your allegiance to me and I might just spare her. He dug his wand deeper into her neck, making her cry out again. “GET ON YOUR KNEES!”

His voiced boomed and echoed throughout the mansion. I looked to her then to Ominis. He shook his head as if he knew I was watching. “Kneel boy!” Y/N cried out in pain again which mad me drop to one knee. “That’s a good boy.” I heard him walk towards me and take the point of his wand to lift my head up by my chin to look up at him. “Now do you care to tell me why you decided to go and rip the innocence from my son’s bethrothed?” In the corner of my eye, I saw Ominis untie Y/N and rush her upstairs.

“I love her sir.”

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(you)

“I love her sir.” I stopped in my tracks as Ominis tried to pull me to safety. I slowly turned to see the wreckage I have caused. Sebastian met my eyes as Ominis pulled on my arm again.

“We have to go now!” He pulled harder as I followed him, having to tear my eyes away from Sebastian. I heard yelling from his father and Sebastian soft, saddened voice. I couldn’t make out what they were saying as Ominis and I reached the top of the staircase, the full view in front of us. I looked to see Sebastian kneeled, Lord Gaunt across the room from him. I saw Sebastian say something before looking down. Time slowed as I rushed to the railing as Lord Gaunt raised his arm and yelled.

“Avada Kedavra!!”

I gripped the railing with one hand as I watched the horror unfold before me. My right hand reached out as I leaned over the railing, a blood curdling scream leaving my throat. “Sebastian!! No!!” I felt like I was going to collapse when Ominis grabbed me and ripped me away from the scene that just unfolded.

“We have to go!” As I let Ominis lead me away, I couldn’t rip my eyes away from Sebastian’s lifeless body. I felt numb. The man I loved was dead, and it was all my fault. I watched as he slowly disappeared from my sight as Ominis kept leading me somewhere. My feet were moving but there was no noise, I was not there. I was with Sebastian’s body, mourning him as he lay cold on the floor.

I did not see my surroundings or where Ominis had finally stopped us, I didn’t even realize I had gotten into a carriage. I was stuck with the image of Sebastian’s final breathe burned on the back of my eyelids.

I will never forget the burning of my vocal chords as I screamed for him.

The flashing of green is engraved into the back of my brain.

Ominis’ voice was faint, the words mumbled and incoherent. All I could hear was Sebastian’s words “I love her sir.” He loved me and it was that love that caused him to die.

A piece of me died with him that day.

A piece of me will forever reside in the grand entrance of that manor.

A piece of me will be left with Sebastian’s body whether he’s buried or burned.

But yet a piece of Sebastian lived on in me.

“Y/N? Please react. Let me know you’re there somewhere.”

“Ominis…”

“I know.” He reached out to find my head before leaning it on his shoulder and wrapping his arms around me, rubbing my back and combing my hair down. “I know…” His voice while calm, was broken.

And I think a piece of him died that day as well.

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gobletoffeels · 4 months

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Warmth and Cheer

Summary: Sebastian and Genevieve decide to try out a Christmas concoction from Garreth. Chaos ensues.

Words: 2347 words

A/N: this is just a crack fic. Literal chaos. Stupidity. Hooliganry. Shenanigans. Enjoy!

Sebastian knew the holidays were always a bit difficult for Genevieve. The festive season always reminded her that she was away from her family. Her options were either heading back home, back to the strain of looking after her sickly father, with the painful reminder of her absent mother – or staying at Hogwarts, while plenty of her friends filtered out back to their families.

Sebastian, however, always chose to stay at Hogwarts. He’d become quite used to it, and year after year, found ways to make it every bit more festive. He even managed to rope Ominis in one year, who was painfully obliged to head back to the Gaunts each time.

This year was no different. Sebastian burst into the Room of Requirement – a space he knew Genevieve would likely be hiding out – carrying an abundance of bottles, flasks and potions.

“When I put these things down I better not see you sulking, Gen.” He called out, his voice slightly muffled from the sheer load of items that obstructed his view.

Genevieve turned her head to see her idiot boyfriend powering through the tranquility of her space. She smiled softly.

“Sebastian, I’m fine.” She said, walking up to help the poor boy out with the stacks of items. He was an absolute hazard to society and to himself.

“What is all this?” She began to place the items down on the nearest potion table.

Sebastian huffed as he finally put everything down.

“Right, so Garreth has been going on about his festive potion-making kit. He’s been relentless on getting someone to try it, but no one’s stupid enough to take whatever Garreth’s offering back home to their parents…”

Sebastian began to unpack and arrange the items across the desk as he continued

“…except I felt bad for the poor bloke. And he’s helped my arse out a lot in potions this year, so I said I’d try it out since I’m staying here. And because you’re regrettably attached to me, you’re trying it with me too.” Sebastian beamed at her with his signature smile that Genevieve knew only meant trouble – the best kind of all.

“A ‘festive potion-making kit’. What in Merlin’s name does that include?” She picked up a mysterious glittering green bottle.

Sebastian meticulously organizing the bottles, as if he were taking the whole task very seriously, began to unravel a small piece of parchment attached to the kit. Sebastian read it out loud.

“Festive greetings, potioneers!

Enjoy the whimsical wonders of the Christmas season with the bottled warmth of Christmas Cheer! Simply mix in all your ingredients and let it bubble away for two turns of an hourglass, and guzzle it down for instant delight.”

Sebastian stifled a laugh, “Supposedly it bottles the feeling of ‘Christmas cheer’. Seems pretty straightforward.”

“Just add all the ingredients?” Genevieve sidled up next to Sebastian now at the potion station. If they were going to do this, they were going to do this right.

“Mmhm! Okay – cauldron’s on. Good. Bottles all here. Doesn’t seem to have a specific order to it, just keep an eye on the hourglass.” Sebastian ran the station with precision, for someone who wasn’t very good at potions, he had a remarkably orderly way of running things.

The Room of Requirement began to heat up with the steam and fumes of the bubbling concoction, as they swiftly added each bottle to the cauldron, and then bracing themselves for any adverse reaction before adding the next. With each bottle added, both Sebastian and Genevieve grew more comfortable with the brew. In fact, it started to emit a lovely, deep and warm scent of cinnamon, firewood and hints of sweetness. A true festive scent.

Genevieve brought her head down towards the cauldron to take a whiff, “You know…I think it’s actually working. It smells lovely.”

Sebastian was far too preoccupied with watching the hourglass to stop and smell. He hadn’t noticed that the humidity and steam of the potion had now left his tufts of hair in disarray and fluffed up, no doubt from the amount of times he inadvertently ran his hands throughout as he concentrated deeply.

She found this quite endearing. Genevieve brought her hand to his head, neatening down his hair a bit, as his gaze was left fixed on the potion station.

“This is quite fun, isn’t it? Thank you Seb—“

“It’s done!” He blurted out. He apologized for cutting his girlfriend off, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

“Wanna try it?” He looked down into the cauldron. Genevieve peered her head into it as well.

“Um…you go first.” She said.

“Scared?” Sebastian chuckled.

“A potion kit? From Garreth? Yes, I’m scared.” She raised an eyebrow.

“But Gen, nothing��s happened! Look – no explosions, the thing smells normal. I think the worst is over.” Sebastian looked earnestly at her, “Let’s do it together, okay?”

Genevieve sighed.

“Fine. Grab two bottles below.”

Sebastian reached down to the shelf and began to pour the brilliantly crimson red brew into the flasks. It looked perfectly harmless, if anything, quite inviting. The colour had a shimmer of glitter in the light, with swirls of gold across it.

He handed a bottle to Genevieve, and then linked his arm with hers.

“Bottoms up?”

“Bottoms up.”

They threw back the concoction quickly, Genevieve didn’t dare linger. She squeezed her eyes shut in anticipation for something truly horrible to happen.

And nothing did.

Sebastian looked at her blankly, perhaps he had also feared the results just as much, based on the trepidation on his face.

“Do…do you feel anything…?” He said cautiously.

“…no. Maybe it takes a bit of time?” She replied slowly. As if any sudden action would trigger the potion.

Sebastian stood very still, before finally taking a step towards the cauldron, making sure that they definitely drank it all. He scoffed as he saw it empty.

“Typical of Garreth, to give us a potion that doesn’t even work…” Sebastian’s arrogant smirk returned, crossing his arms, before uncrossing them again, loosening his tie a bit.

Sebastian fumbled with his collar a bit, until he decided to take the entire tie off. Pulling at his collar as he did.

“Anyway…let’s get out of here. Far too warm here with all this brewing.” He stuffed his tie into his pocket as he began to fan his shirt slightly. Beads of sweat starting to form on his face.

“Gosh, it’s warm in here isn’t it?” Sebastian’s face started to flush.

Genevieve looked perfectly fine compared to him.

“Seb, I’m fine. You on the other hand are staring to look as though you’ve just run a marathon.” She began to giggle at Sebastian’s disheveled appearance. And truly, his tufts of hair that Genevieve lovingly neatened were now starting to frizz up, patches of sweat pooling around his chest and underarms. His face started to sport a dewy shine.

And by the time either of them had registered Sebastian’s state, his shirt was now getting completely drenched with sweat. His hair now sticking to his forehead, and his face completely flushed red.

“I’m—I’m hot. God, it’s so warm. Can’t we open a window here?” He began to pace around the room, his hands absentmindedly touching surfaces of the wall hoping that they would reveal some kind of opening.

Genevieve always found Sebastian’s antics funny, but this tickled her in another way that she couldn’t help but find particularly funny. She barked out a laugh she didn’t know she was holding.

“It must be the potion!” She giggled more now, her giggles now turning into laughs. Her laughs turning into loud chuckles.

“Genevieve, this isn’t funny! I’m seriously burning up here!” He turned his head to her, his face completely drenched. Was she really finding this that funny?

Genevieve was also wondering the same thing. Sebastian did a lot of stupid things in their time together, things that she’d gleefully taunt him about, seeing her boyfriend getting this flustered and flushed surely wasn’t the funniest thing she’d ever encountered.

“I—I know!” Genevieve laughed louder, holding her sides “…I-I can’t stop…” She brought a hand to her mouth, desperately trying to hold back her laughter.

Sebastian looked at her, realising that this was another possible reaction from Garreth’s damned potion. He scrambled quickly back to the potion station, his sweaty hands grabbing the parchment that came with the kit. He read out loud again.

“…The bottled warmth of Christmas Cheer…that moonmind!” Sebastian groaned. The heat clearly giving him a shorter temper now, “Warmth and cheer? He’s so bloody literal. Is there no space for nuance anymore?!” He threw the parchment down.

“Gen, I can’t do this. I need to take off more layers.” He pleaded. In that instant, Sebastian dropped his trousers, standing foolishly in the middle of the room with them around his ankles, his briefs still on, and shirt completely drenched through.

Any other time, this would have been a visual delight for Genevieve. But today, Genevieve briefly broke from her fit of laughter to see Sebastian pathetically standing in front of her, sweating head to toe, like a lost farm animal.

This only drove Genevieve into a whole new fit of laughter, tears streaming down her face. Her face contorted into a sob. She could barely catch her breath as the sight of Sebastian sent her howling in a manner she didn’t think was even possible.

“S-S-Sebastian…go—go away! It’s too f-f-funny—you—you look so st-stupi—“ Genevieve could barely finish her sentence before she lost herself completely in laughter. Doubling over, she rocked back and forth as she tried to control herself.

Sebastian paid little attention to how Genevieve was, in his mind, he was worse off. So what if she had a fit of the giggles?! He was warm.

His mind delirious, he didn’t even think to discard his trousers around his ankles, as he waddled around the room now, desperately putting out the fireplace with one Glacius after another.

The fire was out, yet he continued to sweat. It seemed like the heat was coming from himself.

Sebastian looked down at his body. He unbuttoned his shirt, peeling it off his soaked skin. He was bare, apart from his briefs that he kept on as his last shred of modesty.

“I-I’m making it hot.” He said in a shaky voice.

“YEAH YOU ARE!” Genevieve called out from the other side of the room, akin to a wolf whistle.

“NOT NOW, GENEVIEVE.” He yelled.

This only sent her off yet again, the continuous sounds of her laughter was now something Sebastian was starting to block out as he urgently tried to solve his predicament.

He looked down at his wand in his hand. Before pointing it to his other hand.

“Glacius”

A burst of ice shot out, encasing his other hand entirely. He felt his first moment of relief, as the ice cooled part of him down. He exhaled a sigh of relief.

“Gen—the ice! It works!” He turned around to face her, wand in one hand and and blocked up hand of ice in the other. He beamed stupidly at her.

Unfortunately for Genevieve, the sight only made him look even more ridiculous. As if it were even possible. She now saw a sight of what was usually her cool, calm and collected boyfriend, now half naked, trousers round his ankles, drenched from head to toe, and now sporting a ridiculous ice block for a hand. And of course, this only sent her into unbearable fits of laughter again. Now becoming painful.

She groaned now with pain, as her laughter hiccuped throughout her entire body.

“It—it hurts! Seb—make it stop!” Genevieve’s face contorted with both pain and new bouts of laughter.

Sebastian’s ice block hand started to drip, as the heat of his body still fought against the ice. He now turned his attention to Genevieve, who was writhing on the floor. He was completely baffled by the entire situation.

“Uhm…uhm….think of something sad!” He looked down at her, droplets falling from his ice hand.

Genevieve hardly responded to him as she rolled around, clutching her sides.

Sebastian’s ice block slipped off his hand at this point. Having decided it was now too warm, it fell with a thud onto the floor, sliding across the room towards the entrance, before abruptly coming to a stop as it hit something.

Someone.

“What—what in the WORLD is going on here?!”

The telltale voice of a very angry Ominis was heard. Genevieve and Sebastian, in the midst of the chaos, hardly noticed him entering the room.

“I’ve been waiting for you two in the common room for hours. Decided to seek you both out myself, only to hear what I can only describe as absolute bedlam coming from this wall.” His brows furrowed, unsure what on earth caused all this, only that the shrill laughter of a woman’s voice and the relentless sounds of spell casting was what compelled him to investigate.

Sebastian wiped more sweat off his forehead, although at this point, he was pretty much smearing it around his face.

“Ominis— I’m sorry. Garreth’s stupid potion—“

“Garreth’s potion? Say less. You should have known better Sebastian…”

Ominis turned his head towards the sound of Genevieve’s cackling.

“…and Genevieve.” He rolled his eyes.

“I’ll write to Garreth. You two sort yourselves out. And for Merlin’s sake Sebastian, pull your trousers up, I can hear the buckles dragging.”

“We didn’t—“ Sebastian interjected.

“I really don’t want to know.” Ominis waved a hand as he walked out.

“Merry Christmas to you both. Ridiculous.” He scoffed, finally exiting the room, leaving Sebastian and Genevieve waiting for word from Garreth.

Genevieve stifled another laugh again.

“Don’t you start again.” Sebastian snapped.

“S-sorry. Love you.” She giggled.

His face softened, finally starting to see the funnier side of this, letting out a soft chuckle.

“I love you too.” He replied, giving her a kiss on her forehead, that mildly trembled with her suppressed laughter, as he sheepishly crouched down to pick up his trousers again.

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