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subastian-swallows · 11 months

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A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

Ominis adores the way you see the world, and not in a ‘well I can’t see so you tell me,’ kind of way. But in a way that he could listen to you for hours, simply explaining what flower you saw on your walk today or about the bee that attacked Sebastian in Herbology. He adores the way you experience the world around you and he feels almost connected with you — because of it. He’s never cared for seeing things, he got used to it and had years to practise. But listening to you talk about everything that makes you happy, makes him happy and what makes you sad, makes him sad. He could say he adores the way you laugh, when you’re really happy or how your voice quivers slightly when you’re sad, but that would be too easy an answer. Instead, he adores the little things — things people might not notice, but he does. Like how your voice elevates when you’re excited or when your answers grow short when you’re grumpy. He adores it all.

B = Body (what is their favourite part of your body?)

Ominis is a lot more subtle about this, abruptness being Sebastian’s thing. And the thing about his favourite parts of you, is well everything. Of course, this answer would frustrate you a little — thinking it’s him taking the easy way out of answering, until he pulls you towards him. He would then grumble and slowly map out each part of you, how your nose angles a certain way, or how your eyes crinkle at the sides when your happy, or how your lips curves perfectly no matter if your happy or sad. He would explain in soft detail, that he might not be able to see you, but he can feel you and it helps the image of you in his head. So that is why his favourite parts of you is everything — he has created the perfect imagine of the perfect person for himself and that is you.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

Ominis cuddles depend on his mood much like Sebastian. But unlike Sebastian who I believe prefers touching in a different way, like holding your hand — Ominis needs almost full body contact. For example: resting his head in your lap, hands playing with your fingers, while you speak about your day. Or holding you from behind as you sit in his lap, studying. Or the full body embraces you provide him when he has a nightmare, the pressure of you being the perfect thing to bring him back to the ground. Ominis is subtle about PDA in front of others, partly unsure of himself and constantly feeling like you could do better, but that doesn’t stop him from cuddling you quickly and acting like he’s reaching for a book in the Library or a vial in Potions.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

Ominis’ ideal date is being with you. And yes, that might sound lame or an easy answer — but to Ominis, he doesn’t see it that way. Truthfully, he just wants to do anything that makes you happy, anything that allows him the chance to hear the change in your voice when you’re excited or the noises you make when you’re surprised. He just likes knowing you’re happy and if that means he’s begrudgingly following you into a cave, gripping your hand tightly and wishing he had more of a backbone with you, then so be it. More often than not, Ominis prefers to visit Hogsmeade with you or the lake, just enjoying each other’s company while you explain what you can see. He loves listening to you talk and just sitting in the common room together — is more than enough.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

Ominis is more subtle. I feel like subtly is something he has become accustomed to, growing up the way he did — showing weakness was treated like the worst thing imaginable and so he got really good at hiding it. He doesn’t mean to be like this, more often than not, feeling a little guilty about holding so much in — but with you, he slowly opens up more. You bring out the part of him that he thought he had lost and he knows he could never repay you for that. When Ominis is angry, it’s perhaps the only time you know for certain — he’s a hot head in the complete 180 to Sebastian and he grows quiet. He doesn’t necessarily want to take it out on you, so he hides until he can speak his mind — it usually being about you putting yourself in harms way etc. He doesn’t like being angry at you and it doesn’t happen often — but you know when giving him space is needed.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

Now this is a hard one. For I believe that Ominis wouldn’t want to continue his family’s bloodline. I think he would have drilled it into his head, that he didn’t deserve the happiness of a family, feeling sick at the idea of his bloodline expanding. But you would change that eventually, perhaps even by accident. Truthfully, he just doesn't like the idea, but I think deep down — raising a child with you, would bring him more joy than he could even admit. If it happened by accident, I think he would find it nerve-racking at first, scared that he wouldn't do a good job — considering how he was raised. But you would easily win him over and when the time came to it, he realises he was simply being foolish — and he ends up being a great father and even better husband.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

Ominis loves gifting you things. It's another subtle way of him to express his love to you — without having to say it out loud, which he finds hard sometimes. His gifts at first were a little lavish and you eventually had to tell him that you don't need such things, but Ominis usually doesn't listen — and buys them anyway. The more subtle things would be flowers or chocolate and they would be hand delivered in secret or on passing — you would be busily focused on something in the courtyard, maybe with your friends. He would appear out of the blue, kissing you on the head, before handing it to you and disappearing again — not needing a thank you.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

Hand holding is something really intimate to Ominis — he loves it, loves the feeling of your hand in his and he especially loves tracing the lines and curves of your fingers and palm. He often doesn't mind if others notice, but more often than not, Ominis doesn't like showing other's that side of him. Like I said, he's not big on PDA, but that doesn't stop him from holding your hand — subtly holding them beneath the table in the great hall or beneath your robes as you sit close together on the benches watching the latest Quidditch match.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

Ominis would be livid. He would also be completely panicked and overwhelmed — worried over if you were seriously injured. Truthfully, Ominis would be the first at your side and the last at your side — constantly asking you if you need anything or what he could do to make things easier. If the injury was due to someone else, well they better watch out — Ominis holds a grudge like no other and he would make sure they are punished rightfully so. In the end he would dote on you hard, fluffing your pillows, helping you eat — despite you saying you can do it. He would just be super sweet.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

Ominis joking around is hard to come by — but not impossible. He usually needs help, possibly coming to you in a weird mood and being like 'lets mess with Sebastian today?' This would be just little things like misplacing his belongings, ignoring him. Ominis doesn't tend to be one who plays pranks, but will join in on occasion. He does love teasing you though and tickles, Ominis is very ticklish.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

Ominis' kisses are soft, passionate, loving and memorable. Depending on the situation, Ominis kisses you as if he's going to lose you — as if you will realise you deserve better. When his kisses are soft, he kisses you delicately — his lips lingering in each spot he places them and he always ends them with a small smile. When his kisses are passionate, he kisses you with desire and longing — as if he is under a spell and his hands twist wildly in your clothes, pulling you close, desperate for your touch. When his kisses are loving and memorable, he kisses with devotion — with the idea that he wants to remember you completely. He normally traces your face with his fingers, but more often than not, he prefers doing it with his lips, his tongue. He wants to create your picture in his mind and lock it away forever, never wishing to forget it.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

Ominis, like Sebastian is three of the five, love languages. Words of affirmation, Quality time and Physical touch. He loves telling you his feelings, especially when you both can slip away from the world. He needs you to hear it often, something he wasn't accustom to growing up and so he goes, almost over the top to make sure you know his feelings — this is only when you both finally told each other. Before that Ominis typically bottles everything up. Quality time and Physical touch is just as important to Ominis — being near you, touching you, even if it's just your hand, makes him incredibly happy and it's how he shows you in public that he loves you. You're the first person he wants to talk to and the last, he needs you with him at all times — and you willingly agree to it.

M = Memory (favourite memory together?)

First time you bring him to the Room of Requirement. It's the middle of sixth-year and your Hippogriffs have had their babies and all you want to do is share it with him. Ominis has always been curious — but also incredibly nervous. It's the first time you touch hands, in more of intimate way, than just normal. You support him and he trusts you, to pat the Hippogriffs — and he can't stop himself from kissing you. It's sudden and a little awkward — his lips missing yours slightly as he moves to fast and you laugh, before supporting him to do it right again.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

His family is usually what he has nightmares of. What he was made to do, what he had to go through with etc. You often find him shakily keeping busy in the Undercroft after his nightmares and when you make yourself known — it doesn't take long before he breaks down in your arms. You allow him to cry, for there is nothing wrong with it and you simply just hold him — tightening your grip around him when he needs it. You then talk, about anything really and you keep talking into Ominis feels better. Reminding him constantly that he isn't them and he is a good person.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

Ominis hums when he’s focused. At first you thought someone had charmed something in the Library to play music, when it got really quiet. But it was and had always been Ominis, his soft humming a tune — that has become his favourite. He doesn’t notice it either and it’s always when he’s so focused on something else that the only one who does is you or the others around him. You find it incredibly cute, Ominis finds it super embarrassing and yet — can’t help himself most of the time.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

Darling

My Love

Angel

Beloved

Beautiful

Mi Amore

Trouble

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

Ominis doesn't care how he spends his time with you. It could be studying in the Library, lazing in the sun in one of the courtyards or simply sitting in the common room together. All that matters is that you're both together and aren't interrupted. He enjoys every moment where he gets to spend it with you and when you're apart, he simple whines so much that eventually Sebastian drags him to you and tags you in — you laugh every time.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

Yours - Conan Gray

Die For You - Joji

Until I Found You - Stephen Sanchez

Those Eyes - New West

j's lullaby (darlin' i'd wait for you) - Delaney Bailey

Complex - Katie Gregson-Macleod

I'm In Love With You - The 1975

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

Ominis is more secretive, but not because he doesn't trust you. Truthfully, it's because he doesn't want to burden with you with all of the drama he deals with behind closed doors. The constant pressure from his family, often gets too much and when you eventually find him and question him about it — he tries to wave it away. You, however are stubborn and when you sit him down and get it out of him, Ominis slowly breaks down his walls and tells you everything.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

End of the sixth-year. With everything that happened in your fifth-year, anything 'feeling' related was put on hold. Truthfully, from the beginning of the sixth-year, Ominis knew he was in love with you, realising almost quite quickly that he didn't want to be away from you. Then it became awkward for a bit — perhaps, because Ominis thought you wouldn't feel the same, Sebastian was more your type...right? It's only after you both study together, tucked away in the back of the Library that he thoughts spill out — before he can stop them and he wonders what you think of him. He's shy now, but you smile and lean over and kiss his cheek softly — Ominis blushes hard and all you leave him with is one thing: 'I like you, Ominis, took you long enough to figure it out.' You both start dating in private for a while, before telling anyone.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

Ominis can always tell. For some reason he's tuned into your emotions better than you are — knowing exactly when it changes, even just by a little. Perhaps, it's with how much time you spend together, but when you're upset, before you even need to say anything — Ominis whisks you away from everyone and nestles you in an embrace. He holds you for a while, until you either laugh or cry — depending on why you're upset and when you eventually tell him what's happened, he always knows how to make you happy.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

Ominis is proud of you. How could he not be? He's never met a more interesting, stubborn, intelligent, beautiful person — and everything you do either amazes him or stresses him out. Either way, he's always discussing your talents and everything you've accomplished — truthfully, he just loves you. He doesn't need to show you off and well, to be honest — he doesn't want to. You see if he did, then you'd have more interest your way and well, Ominis doesn't want to share your attention.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

He doesn't hate you fighting, but he doesn't like it. Truthfully, he just wants you to be safe and he already stresses out enough with you and Sebastian's friendship — that listening to you talk about Ashwinders and poachers, gives him a headache. Ominis would fight beside you, for you and with you — if you asked. He hates people considering him to be less than, because he's blind — but don't be mistaken, having Ominis with you, is a great asset and you love it. Especially when he gets all hot and sweaty.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

Ominis can read you better than you can read yourself. He's so tuned into you, that it's almost scary that he just knows what's going on with you and if you're happy or sad. Truthfully you love it, for the most part — considering it means you never have to say much, which helps when you're sad. But, it can be a little frustrating when you're mad at him and he won't give you space, when you need it.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

Ominis would be reluctant, perhaps the idea had come up — but considering how he feels about his family, he would be worried about you. When he eventually gets over this and stops being a coward, his words, Ominis would propose to you in a romantic way. Consider, receiving a letter to ask you to meet in a spot you both had your first kiss and he would propose, with his whole heart, explaining in every little detail that he will take care of you for the rest of your life and he can't see himself with anyone else. He would remember from past conversations your favourite gemstone and would get a ring made with it — one of a kind, just like you.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

You.

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wedonthaveawhile · 8 days

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Their incompatibilities were scratching at the door, but in this isolated pocket of the castle, they held no sway.

Ominis and Nova // Art for chapter ten of The Serpents Hold.

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just-another-fanfiction-writer · 11 months

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"Let me take care of you" | Ominis Gaunt x fem!Reader | Oneshot

Word count: 4.3k

Summary: Today felt like you were jinxed from the gods and everything went wrong, but fortunately you have a boyfriend who loves to take care of you.

Warnings: smut (with a tiny but of plot), aged up characters, slight Dominis, cunnilingus, bj, p in v, rough sex, minors dni

I'm back, baby! ❤️️

Felt inspired to write a short little smut story with Ominis. 🥵️

"Could you handle me" part 3 is still in the works, but it's been very slow unfortunately! I'm quite busy and can't say when it's finished, sorry!!!

Hopefully this will suffice for the time being!

~Mia

The metal gate opened with a squeaking noise and rattled back down, after you stepped into the cold air of the Undercroft.

It slightly soothed your headache and sore muscles, but not as much as seeing your boyfriend relaxing on a velvet couch with a tome in hand and his wand in the other.

Ominis' blonde hair was pulled back as always, but wasn't as neat as in the morning, when you saw him for only a fleeting kiss to the cheek. His milky blue eyes were floating in a way just above the book he was reading.

It was a little quirk of his - whenever he tried to concentrate, his view would shift so he wasn't "looking" directly at it, but instead tilted his head forward or to the side, letting his heightened senses take over.

This time he was concentrating on the whispers that ran through his body, when the tip of his wand hovered over the words of the page. He once explained it to you as pulsating whispers in the back of his head.

You could always listen to him the whole day, explaining to you how he sensed the world around him...or how he sensed you.

Sometimes he teased you about it, how you could never sneak up on him, because he'd smell you, before you'd even catch a glimpse of him. Or that he noticed the difference of your footsteps to every other student in Hogwarts.

He even once claimed he could feel your very distinctive magical aura. Across the whole castle and sometimes even beyond the walls. When he needed to feel close to you, he honed in on your magic and let himself get drowned in your feeling.

Your heart never fluttered so much, when he admitted this to you one tired evening, wrapped around each other's naked limbs, sweat still glistening on both of your skin from previous activities. He whispered it into your hair, which he showered with kisses, while your nose was pressed against his pale soft chest and breathed in his intoxicating scent.

Remembering this brought a soft blush to your cheeks as you made your way over to him. But then the pounding of your headache came rushing back, reminding you of the horrible day you just had. With a groan, you let yourself fall onto the couch next to the Slytherin.

"Hey, Ominis", you sighed, rubbing your temples gently.

He looked up, a worried expression on his face, as he turned to you.

"Tiring day, love?"

His voice was gentle and soft, knowing how sensitive you were to sounds when you were this exhausted. Fortunately his voice was like honey, smoothing out any discomfort you felt throughout the day.

You reached out for the back of your neck, rolling around your head, feeling your tense muscles underneath your fingers. You groaned once more before answering.

"That's understated. Merlin, I never had so much bad luck in one day. Woke up with pain in my limbs from sleeping in a wrong position all night, brewed utter rubbish in potions class and almost lost to Prewett in DADA. But how was your day? I hope it was better than mine..."

Ominis closed the tome on his lap while listening to you and put it away onto the small table in front of the couch, together with his wand. He leaned back, calm as ever.

"My day was rather uneventful. But it has become way better, now you're here."

His sweet lopsided grin triggered a similar response from your mouth. The back of his hand gently caressed your arm, slowly trailing up to your shoulder and neck, his thumb adding some pressure.

"May I take care of you, my little dove? Take away all this tension in your body?"

You sighed, feeling a wave of relaxation wash over you.

"Yes, please..." You whispered, feeling Ominis' expert fingers pushing down on a quite sore muscle right on the edge between neck and shoulder, releasing some of the tension in your body, making you lean into his touch.

He grinned, loving the way you always seemed to falter when he touched you just right. And he knew your body better than his own, understanding every single twitch and shiver as a signal where you needed him most.

You let your boyfriend move your body, so your back was facing him and he turned his full attention to you. His hands softly ran over your shoulders, your spine and down to your lower back.

"Gods, you're stiff as a board, darling."

You only replied in an exhausted sigh, also feeling a little annoyed by the fabric covering your aching body. Without you needing to even open your mouth, Ominis started untugging your shirt from your skirt, pulling it over your head and gently placing it over the backrest of the couch. Knowing you well, he took off your bra, too, placing it with the shirt.

You grabbed a pillow, hugging it tightly, feeling goosebump covering your bare skin from the cool air in the Undercroft.

Ominis warm hands found their way back to your soft skin and caressed it with so much tenderness, it almost melted your heart. He slowly worked his way over your tight muscles and knots, loosening them bit by bit. He knew when to put more pressure on sore spots and when to soften his touch again to avoid hurting you.

It was pure bliss.

You sighed and even moaned from the way he touched you so perfectly. The troubles of the day just washed away and it was as if there was only ever this moment right now.

Ominis gave your left shoulder a peck, moving over to the right and doing the same. Then a soft kiss to your spine. Then one higher, right on your neck.

"Mhh, Ominis..."

You felt the smile playing on his lips, when he placed another kiss right to your hairline.

"Are you feeling good, little dove?"

"Yesss~"

"Good." He hummed lazily, rubbing your back with a bit more intensity.

You didn't know what it was...maybe just the fact of his hands on your naked upper half, his gentle kisses or his scent engulfing you entirely...but you noticed the sudden shift in the air.

And just the thought of his hands moving towards the front or down to your thighs made you moan a little louder.

"Hm?"

Oh, his voice was a lot lower...a teasing tone mixed into it.

"Something the matter?"

"N-no..." You stuttered, taking in a sharp breath, when his fingers trailed over your sides, coming dangerously close to your chest.

"Are you sure? You know darling...if there's any other way I can help you...relax, one word and I'll do it."

He whispered those words close to your ear, his hot breath fanning over your sensitive neck.

Your arm reached behind you, grabbing the back of the Slytherin's head, keeping him close as his lips connected to your burning skin.

"Oh, Ominis...mhhh...p-please..."

"Please what? Darling, you need to use your words or I can't help you."

You bit your lip, feeling heat traveling down between your legs and a different kind of knot forming in your lower stomach.

"Please, touch me more."

"More? Hm..."

His arms slowly wrapped themselves around your body, but only touching your stomach.

"Here?"

A small little whine escaped your lips and you knew he was playing with you. He always knew what you needed. Sometimes Ominis couldn't help himself enjoying how he had you wrapped around his fingers.

One of his large hands traveled up, cupping your breast and pressing each finger into it individually, making you breathe harder.

"Here? Or..."

You gasped when his other hand made it's way from your stomach down to your thigh, under your skirt and finally to your damp cotton underwear.

"...is this where you need me, love?"

"T-there..."

You shivered on your whole body and it took all of your strength not to crush your boyfriend's long delicate fingers, by pressing your thighs together. His warm body hugged your scorching hot back, his tongue licking up your pulse on your neck.

He then continued to whisper in a husky and hungry tone.

"Then why don't you lie down on your back? This way I'll make you feel even better."

Ominis held his arms around you in a way to support you when getting off of the couch, getting up himself. Somehow there was always an arm, a hand or a finger attached to you, as if not feeling you would break this connection he felt with you in those moments. It was endearing and arousing all the same.

And the way you already messed up his perfectly styled hair, was even more arousing.

You lied back down onto the old yet comfortable couch, already feeling way lighter than when you first came into this secret place of yours and the two Slytherin boys.

Ominis' porcelain hand ran over your side, over your thigh and back up, when he finally climbed over you, encasing you with his limbs. His lips hovered over yours, breathing you in for a moment, the hunger clearly visible in his face.

"You're so perfect, little dove."

The back of his hand stroked your cheek affectionately, before kissing you as soft as possible. It made your heart race and your cheeks blush in a deep red, that he could feel under his touch.

His hand trailed down to your ear, then your neck with a featherlight touch, fingertips outlining your collarbone. At last he held onto your side, revisiting all those previous places with his perfect lips, kissing, licking and sucking. Even a loving bite was part of it. He knew how much you loved getting marked by him and he knew exactly where to place them, hitting every sensitive spot and pulling out small moans and whimpers out of you.

You closed your eyes, biting your lower lips, muffling your noises a bit.

Finally his lips reached their destination, licking tiny little circles over your hardened nub, while one hand took care of the other.

"Ahhhh...Ominis~"

"Relax, darling. Just let me love you."

His affectioned words whispered right over your nipple, made it perk up even more, the air being so cold. He continued circling and even sucking on your nub, making your back arch and hips roll.

There was a place on your body growing with heat and feeling neglected, desperate for some kind of friction and Ominis' knee was too far away to take on that job.

A chuckle rang in your ears, making you look down to your boyfriend.

Ominis knew exactly what he was doing to you and found great enjoyment in pulling out those sweet reactions from you. You let your head fall back onto the pillow, feeling a little embarrassed, how easy it was for him to do so. He only needed to say a word, blow a kiss against your skin or smile a certain way and you instantly crumbled.

"Don't worry, darling..."

He said, licking at your other breast and kissing it.

"...I will take care of you."

His hand from your breast glided over your thigh, reaching around and his fingertips almost touching your bottom, but instead they pushed your leg up.

His kisses traveled lower and lower over your abdomen to right at the edge of your skirt. He moved the fabric up, inspecting the damp cloth covering your aching cunt.

Ominis clicked his tongue, smirking to himself, when his fingers got another feel of this wetness between your legs.

"So wet for me already...such a good girl."

Another blush creeped up into your face, probably spreading across your neck and shoulders already, hearing Ominis say those words.

His long slender fingers wrapped around the waistband of your panties and gently slid them down your legs. You lifted them, to help him get them off.

But instead of throwing them to the side, he held the fabric to his face, taking in a deep breath and you watched him with big eyes.

"Merlin, you smell divine."

Instantly more heat and slick pooled in between your folds and your muscles in your legs tensed up, shivering in response.

"So sweet and inviting, dove. I need to taste you..."

With the lacy fabric now tossed to the side, Ominis nestled himself right between your legs, pulling you closer to his mouth by your hips.

"So perfect..." You heard him mumble against your folds, his finger running over them and spreading them apart, making you gasp and clench for a moment.

Your mewls and moans only spurred the blonde on and his tongue darted out, lapping up the juices that had gathered there.

"Oh, oh my...ahhh~"

You weren't able to muffle your moans anymore by biting down on your lips. You were afraid of drawing blood, cause you'd bit harder and harder with the way Ominis handled you.

"Yes, darling...let me hear how good I make you feel."

The tip of his tongue licked up and down your slit, circling the hard pearl at the top, earning more sounds from you.

You held onto the pillow your head was laying on and your other hand reached out for the soft blonde hair.

Ominis sucked deliciously on your clit, and his fingers teased your entrance. He licked them for a moment, before letting the first digit push into you. It slid in so easily that he didn't have to wait to push in the second finger.

"So needy and desperate for me, love."

"Hah hah, y-yes. Just for you..."

You breathed, having trouble to calm down.

As his tongue continued its ministrations on your pearl, his fingers started to move in and out, sometimes curling his digits inside you to rub against this sensitive spot.

It made you clench around him, the pleasure already feeling too much for you to handle.

"Oh, fuck. Feels s' good~"

With your words starting to slur, Ominis knew you were getting lost in the pleasure he gave you. Also the way you clenched even tighter around his fingers, making him struggle to keep up his speed, told him everything he needed to know.

"Fuck...you're so tight, dove."

It was turning him on so much, he did unconsciously rub his hardened member, still trapped in his pants, against the couch.

He put your trembling legs over his shoulder, reaching even further into you.

Ominis groaned against your cunt, the vibration bringing you close to the edge.

He licked you relentlessly, his finger pumping in and out of you in a quickened speed. Meanwhile your fingers tangled into his hair started pulling on them, trying to hold onto anything.

"Please, let me taste you. Spill on to me, my darling and let me drink you up."

Those words sent you over the edge, screaming his name.

His finger immediately retreated, replacing them with his tongue, so he could lap up all the juices spilling out of you. You tasted so sweet against his tongue, he felt like just cumming from this alone.

Your hips bucked wildly against him, feeling oversensitive with his tongue still licking you. It almost hurt, yet it felt so good, dragging out your orgasm even further.

After a while he slowed down, placing soft kisses on your thighs and waiting for your tremors to subside. Your breathing and heartbeat returned to something closer to normal and you slumped into the couch.

Ominis gently put your legs back onto the cushions, using his fingers and tongue to clean his mouth and chin, still covered in your spill. He leaned down to you, kissing you long and deep, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

Sitting back up, his fingers opened up one button after the other of his beautiful white dress shirt, that clearly had some sweaty spots now after his incredible work.

Your eyes found their way to the very visible bulge that formed on his pants. You bit down your lip and wanted to reach out, helping Ominis to get out of them, but he noticed your movement, grabbing your wrist with a scaring precision, before you were able to grab the fabric.

He clicked his tongue, shaking his head.

"I am taking care of you, my dear. Just relax and watch the show. I know how much you like watching me get undressed."

You blushed and hummed in agreement.

The blonde got up from the couch, standing next to you, where you could easily watch him. And you did.

You were completely mesmerized by him stripping down to his underwear.

His skin was so fair and like porcelain, constellations of beauty marks littered around his arms, chest, stomach and even his legs. For some reason you loved the one right by his nipple and the group of three on the inner side of his right thigh. Maybe it was the fact that only you were allowed to see them like this. Only you knew every last spot of his moles, just like he knew every little dimple of your body. He memorized your body like a map of his favorite place. It sure was his favorite place.

He could imagine coming back to it forever. Your body was his home...where he felt safe, loved and understood.

Just how you felt with him. Your heart grew and overflowed with love for this man standing in front of you.

"You are gorgeous, Ominis."

The smile on his lips was so beautiful and he genuinely seemed happy to hear you being so entranced by his body.

"Why thank you, love."

The outline of his underwear and the wet spot told you just how much, Ominis got turned on, eating you out. It wasn't the first time he did and he did tell you it was one of his favorite things to do, still it always surprised you just how much it affected him.

And how good he was at it.

You couldn't help yourself but to let one hand rest on your chest, softly rubbing over your nipple and the other play with the lips between your legs.

He stepped closer, his fingers playing with the hem of his underwear. You gulped audibly, your eyes fluttering down to his bulge. Your mouth watered at the idea of tasting him too.

There was just something so arousing about it.

"Can I, please?"

You asked with almost an innocent tone to your voice. It made him groan and his dick clearly twitched underneath the fabric.

"If you ask so nicely, of course, dear."

Ominis finally pushed his underwear down, letting his erection spring free. It was leaking so much precum. You thought back, but couldn't remember if he was ever so hot and bothered for you.

His big hands wrapped around his cock, spreading the precum all over his length, pumping it a few times, before moving close enough to your mouth, so you could take him in.

You softly licked his tip first, from the slit up to the little hole that's still dripping. A few swirls around the red tip before you wrapped your lips around his length and bobbed your head down it, taking him deeper every other time.

Sinful moans and whimpers fell from the man, only causing your cunt to start dripping again, too and your fingers to circle your sensitive clit. Your moans that vibrated against his dick made it twitch wildly. It took everything in him not to cum into your mouth, even though you probably wouldn't even have minded, but Ominis still had other plans.

When you started to hollow your cheeks, sucking in his dick and grabbing his shaft and balls with your one hand, he had to push himself off of you. He was panting a lot, working himself back to reality, his dick glowing in a dangerous red.

"Fuck...love, you're too good. Merlin..."

You only giggled in response.

"This wasn't my plan, dear. This is still about me taking care of you."

"But I love making you feel good, too."

Ominis' chest shook with the soft chuckle from his lungs.

"You are an angel, dear. Don't worry about it...you will make me feel good, too, soon enough."

"Oh? What's on your mind, love?"

Ominis smirked and ran his hand over your knee, down your thigh and touching your hand, that was still working on your wet cunt. A finger was moving in and out, missing the way his fingers felt in there, as yours neither reached as far, nor filled you up so good. It made the man smile to feel you touching yourself.

"I guess you already know what's on my mind...seems to me you're all ready for me again, hm?"

He took your hand and lifted it to his mouth, licking your delicate fingers clean, while also pumping his dick slowly with his other hand. A breath hitched in your throat, feeling his tongue swirling around your fingers.

God, you loved this man.

Ominis climbed on top of you again, lifting your one leg over the backrest and holding the other with his hand. His erection already pressed against your wet folds, as he leaned down to kiss you passionately.

He moved against you, slicking his member with your juices.

Parting from your lips again, he swallowed thickly and furrowed his eyebrows, the desperation to feel you completely clearly written on his face.

"Are you ready, dove?"

"Y-yes. Please make me yours."

You didn't have to say it twice. He pushed his prick inside your entrance, making sure to take it slow as it was quite larger in size and girth than his fingers earlier. But he slipped in easily with all the slickness between the two of you.

A long low growl rumbled in his chest, when he bottomed out.

"Gods, you are so tight. So fucking perfect for me."

Whenever he cussed like that, you knew he was losing his self-control. He was always a gentleman and so eloquent, but in the bedroom, when your legs were wrapped around his waist, he always lost it.

You hummed in anticipation of his first slow thrust, but suddenly he pulled out and pounded his dick back into you, making you cry out.

"Fuck, I'm sorry." He whispered, his forehead leaning against yours. He could feel the creases on yours from the painful sound you just made.

"No, no." You immediately replied, taking his cheek into your hand.

"Do it again please..."

His eyes widened in surprise for a moment, but then he did as he was told, pulling out and quickly shoving his cock deep inside you again. This time, being prepared, your cry sounded more like one of pleasure, as it burned your insides so perfectly.

Ominis started a slow but reckless rhythm, pounding his cock into your tight cunt, making you mewl and whimper, your arms wrapping around his back, nails digging into his skin.

You felt so incredibly good for him, the sting of your nails only adding to this primal urge he felt deep in his abdomen, to break you apart with his cock.

"I love you, Ominis."

Those sweet, sweet words tore away any restraints he still had and he picked up his speed, lifting your leg higher, to go even deeper. Your cries got higher too with every thrust of his hips.

His cock pushed right against this perfect spot inside you, where you could only clench around him and moan even louder. His almost bruising strikes against it, so deep inside, were precise and calculated. Even with him losing his self-control, pleasuring you was just natural for him and by gods, you were a complete mess beneath him.

You edged closer and closer, the new knot in your stomach close to painful. Your boyfriend's name became a mantra, as if it was the only thing your mind knew anymore.

You were all surrounded by him, his wet skin slapping against you, his sweet scent engulfing you completely and his even sweeter sounds tickling your shoulder.

Ominis mouth just hung open, breathing hot against the crook of your neck, as he completely wrecked you with his speed and size. When his one hand came down to rub the perked little pearl right above your entrance, it pushed you right over.

You came with loud and lewd noises, your legs trembling, toes curling, your eyes rolling back into your skull and with a few more skillful thrusts, Ominis fell over the edge as well, emptying himself deep inside you.

You felt yourself float off of the earth...just complete bliss.

You held Ominis close, making him float with you, kissing him messily. Some kisses were more on the cheeks than on the lips, but he didn't mind. He just did the same.

Slowly but surely you two came back down, reality creeping its way back into your minds.

Carefully Ominis pulled out, leaving you feeling empty, but he instantly pulled you into him again, holding you close, as you two shuffled around, to make you lay on top of him. Your limbs wrapped around each other and Ominis peppered your head with kisses, his hands caressing your arms, while your head was close to his chest, listening to the calming beat of his heart.

"I love you, too."

You looked up at your Slytherin and just smiled. He looked so exhausted and still absolutely relaxed and happy.

"I hope you're feeling just as good as I am feeling now."

"Even better, love. Even better."

You whispered against his lips, giving him a long and loving kiss.

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shadowtriovibes · 6 months

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somewhere outside my life, babe

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x f!MC x Sebastian Sallow

Rating: M

Word Count: 3K

Summary: five times ominis gaunt was lovesick for the both of you (and the one time he finally figured it out)

Regardless, in many ways, Sebastian was his first “love,” if a young man such as himself could freely admit to such a thing. Perhaps that’s why he ultimately sighs and tells Sebastian that if it really means that much to him, of course he can take you to the ball. Sebastian nearly crushes him in the vice grip of his appreciative hug.

1: the yule ball

Late one night in the Slytherin common room, Sebastian eagerly fidgets with the single gold Galleon that rests in the palm of his hand.

“Shall we let fate decide?” he offers. “I’ll flip a Galleon, and if it lands on the dragon, I’ll ask her. If it lands on the wizard, you’ll ask her.”

Ominis folds his arms skeptically, sitting back in his armchair. “How do I know you won’t cheat and say it’s the dragon no matter what?”

“Fine, I’ll let you feel it when I catch it,” Sebastian says impatiently. “Go on, then, how else do you suggest we decide?”

The Yule Ball is less than a month away, yet nearly all the witches in your year have already excitedly ordered their gowns from the bespoke clothing shops in Diagon Alley – some even as far away as Paris. You’ve been quietly planning to visit Mister Hill in Hogsmeade to see about a dress for yourself, if only your thickheaded friends would sort out who precisely will be your date for the evening.

Both had eagerly volunteered, of course; you’d asked them to decide amongst themselves, so as to not get in the way of their friendship. A week later, Sebastian and Ominis are no closer to a decision.

Reluctantly, Ominis quietly agrees to the coinflip and listens to the gentle click of Sebastian’s thumbnail against the Galleon as he arcs it into the air. Rather than catching it neatly in his hand, Sebastian misses as the coin veers off course and tumbles to the floor, bouncing away to the corner of the room and under a bookshelf.

Sebastian curses under his breath. “Right, well… I swear, I’m usually more coordinated than that.”

“There’s no need to lie to me, Sebastian,” Ominis jokes. “I’ve known you for many years.”

The two sit in awkward silence for several long moments. While Sebastian mindlessly fidgets with his robes, Ominis finds himself revisiting the night his best friend in the world had confessed his feelings for you, the very girl for whom he himself has become thoroughly, pathetically lovesick.

“She’s just… brilliant, isn’t she?” he’d half-whispered from his bed late one night. “She’s endlessly clever, and strong, and so, so beautiful. Ominis, I really wish you could see her sometimes – she’s breathtaking.”

Ominis had thought to himself that he hardly needed to see you in order for his breath to be taken away.

Sebastian nearly crushes him in the vice grip of his appreciative hug.

Even though Ominis eventually joins you both at the ball as a reluctant third wheel – and dances with plenty of lovely girls who find him quite dashing in his tailored dress robes, mind you – he wishes he’d had the chance to take you properly himself. It’s not the first time he’d sabotaged his own happiness, nor will it be the last, but it’s probably the instance he regrets the most.

2: the first date

Shortly after the ball, Sebastian excitedly tells Ominis he’s asked you on a date.

“A real one this time, a proper one,” he insists. “ I think we’ll just pop down to Hogsmeade for some Butterbeer, which isn’t that exciting, but at least it’s a real date.”

Ominis says nothing as he presses his fingers more firmly into the pages of the book he’s reading.

“Er, Ominis?” Sebastian asks, his voice uncharacteristically gentle. “Would you like to join us?”

His hand halts abruptly. “What?”

“I was wondering – we both were, actually – if you’d like to come to the pub,” Sebastian offers once more. “It won’t be the same without you.”

Then I suppose you should have thought of that before asking her on a date, Ominis thinks bitterly. The audacity of Sebastian to suggest he’ll be missed while he woos you is nearly enough to provoke his temper; instead, he takes a long, deep breath before answering.

“I’m not sure that would be appropriate,” he says, purposefully leaning into the propriety of his posh tongue. “As a gentleman, I’ll respectfully pass.”

Sebastian opens his mouth as if to try to talk Ominis into reconsidering, but he remains silent, and Ominis remains ignorant of his heartsick expression.

You make a second attempt to convince him to join you when you come downstairs.

“Won’t you please come?” you ask softly as you tuck your hair into your scarf. “I know this is… different, but our friendship is what’s most important in all this, and–”

“Our friendship will be perfectly fine,” Ominis says curtly. “As it happens I have plans to study with Violet and Nerida this evening, but I hope the two of you have a lovely time.”

He closes his book a bit harder than is strictly necessary and storms off, leaving Sebastian to gently reach for your hand and murmur, “He’ll come around eventually, you’ll see.”

You aren’t as sure.

By the end of the school year, you and Sebastian have begun quite a serious courtship. Despite his very best attempts to retreat into his schoolwork, the two of you coax Ominis into warming to your relationship just enough to restore your friendship.

Months go by just like that, and eventually, the fiery jealousy that settles in Ominis’ stomach whenever he hears the two of you snogging settles into a dull ache that he can mostly ignore.

3: the engagement

Even in the soft, low light of the Leaky Cauldron, the emerald on your ring finger sparkles brilliantly. The singular flickering candle that rests on the table before you can’t possibly be enough to make it gleam like that, but nevertheless it shines.

Though Ominis can’t see for himself your new glimmering accessory, you’d gleefully taken his hand in yours as soon as he’d arrived and traced his fingertips over the petite stone. He’d nearly forgotten to breathe as you’d told him how Sebastian had proposed marriage on the shoreline near Feldcroft over a lovely picnic lunch.

He needn’t be surprised, he thinks. It’s been three years since the three of you finished school at Hogwarts and took up an apartment in London near the Ministry, and while Ominis can’t specifically recall the two of you discussing marriage, he admits that it felt sickeningly inevitable after a while. When Sebastian had announced that the two of you were taking a brief weekend trip back to Scotland to visit Anne, he should have suspected something like this could happen.

“I suppose congratulations are in order,” he manages to force out.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” you sigh dreamily. “Oh, Ominis, I can hardly believe it!”

Sebastian smiles proudly and rests his arm across your shoulders. With his other hand, he gently lifts your hand to his lips so he can press a soft kiss against the cool, green gem with which he’d asked for your hand.

“It’s not nearly as big as you deserve,” he begrudges. “But it’s the best I could on a Ministry salary.”

“Nonsense, it’s perfect,” you insist, unable to resist smiling to yourself as you tilt your hand this way and that, watching how it catches the light and even seems to glow from within.

Ominis’ stomach twists enviously as he allows himself a moment to fantasize about the ring he could have given you. An offensively huge diamond to start, and then perhaps several emeralds surrounding it in an ostentatious cluster, as if to prove that his monstrous family’s monstrous wealth could be used to bejewel something – someone – so stunning.

(Maybe you’d like a moonstone ring, he wonders, if you were his; you’d once said that his eyes remind you of moonstones, and he’s never forgotten.)

“Perhaps someday we’ll upgrade it,” Sebastian says, glancing sidelong at Ominis. “Or add a second one alongside it.”

“I suppose you’ll have to,” Ominis mumbles, pausing to take a long drink of his elderflower wine while the two of you exchange a hopeful glance.

Finally, he concludes, “At the wedding, hmm? The second band?”

“Right,” you sigh, pursing your lips and rolling your eyes fondly at Sebastian. “At the wedding.”

4: the honeymoon

For a full week, Ominis lays awake at night trying desperately to fall asleep to no avail.

He’s lived with the two of you as a couple for four years now, and it’s hardly the first time he’s heard you being intimate with each other. He’s found ways to cope after all this time – most of which involve leaving the apartment and going down to the pub around the corner until he’s sure you’re finished.

(Sometimes, usually when he’s already been to the pub that evening, he copes by pretending he’s not listening even though he leaves his bedroom door open just a crack. Only under Veritaserum would he admit that on those nights, when filthy noises drift down the hallway between your rooms, he touches himself and imagines joining you both.)

But here on this warm, secluded island off the coast of Spain, there’s no pub to which Ominis can simply disappear and scowl into his drink for an hour or two. He’s held hostage by the utterly maddening sounds of Sebastian eagerly pleasuring you in the next room over, and he wonders for the umpteenth time why he ever agreed to join you on this cursed trip.

“Come with us, won’t you?” you’d begged every day for a full week. “Ominis, you haven’t had a vacation in years! You must come, please.”

There had been promises of endless bottles of Spanish wine, afternoons spent lounging on the beach, and lovely walks through the foothills near the friendly Muggle towns. What had not been discussed was the nighttime routine, which always began with the two of you making a tipsy, not-so-subtle escape to your bedroom suite.

Now that he’s here, Ominis thinks, he can hardly ask the two of you not to be intimate with each other – it is your honeymoon trip, after all. But every night? For what seems like ages?

Surely this trip is going to be the death of him.

…If he didn’t know any better, he might think you’re trying to tempt him on purpose. To what end he couldn’t possibly imagine, but it seems as if you and Sebastian are almost trying to make sure that you’re overheard.

“Sebastian!” you wail through the walls. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”

Ominis can only imagine how he’s undoing you. He’s uncharacteristically quiet; perhaps he has his mouth on you, taking you apart with his tongue while you cling to his messy, sun-lightened hair between your thighs.

Usually, when he’s not using his mouth on you, Sebastian’s just as loud. His low, desperate groans stir up heat in the pit of Ominis’ stomach, and the filth he talks… Ominis isn’t sure where he learned that kind of language, but he’s helpless to stop it echoing inside his head as he shamefully listens in.

Moments later, while Ominis tosses and turns fitfully as he resists the urge to shove his hand inside his pajamas, he hears Sebastian call out:

“That’s it, my love, be as loud as you can for me, you’re such a brilliant little temptress.”

Ominis groans in frustration and throws a stray pillow to the floor; he’s now positive that you’re doing this on purpose.

Your wanton moans carry on and on until Ominis, desperate from exhaustion and heartache and frustration, buries his face in his pillow and shoves his hand beneath his bedcovers, hoping the two of you will never find out about this.

5: the first home

Ominis’ wedding gift to the two of you had been a charming seaside cottage in the Highlands, It’s close enough to Feldcroft to allow for Anne to visit yet tucked away in peaceful seclusion, which ought to be well suited for a pair of broody newlyweds…

Or so he’d thought.

“You’ll come live with us, of course,” Sebastian says easily when Ominis asks him why he’s begun to pack up the entirety of your shared London flat.

“But I work in the city,” Ominis points out dumbly, as if that’s the biggest problem with his dear friend’s assumption.

“So do we,” you say with a cheerful laugh. “There’s a Floo fireplace, remember? You’re the one who showed it to us!”

“B-but… But it’s your home,” Ominis stammers. “I – I intended it as a gift, for your family… as it grows.”

“You are our family, Ominis,” Sebastian says nonchalantly as he charms a pile of Ominis’ Braille books into a moving crate, so casually as if he hasn’t just wrought havoc on his humble heart.

“Besides, no one’s family is growing just yet,” you add teasingly. “There will be plenty of time for all that once we’ve sorted out the house and… well, once we’ve sorted everything out.”

Ominis reddens while unbeknownst to him, you and Sebastian share a significant look.

“W-well, how am I supposed to meet anyone if I move out to the seaside?” Ominis demands. “I’ll have you know I don’t intend on remaining a bachelor forever, despite how much it might please you both.”

You and Sebastian both fall silent. Immediately Ominis regrets his words, regardless of how true they are. He’s dated occasionally, even met a lovely witch who works at Gringotts that he’d considered courting, but every time he introduced a “new friend” to his dearest roommates, none of the lot ever seemed to pass muster.

“I… I shouldn’t have said that,” Ominis murmurs. “I apologize.”

“No, you’re right,” Sebastian says quietly. “We should be the ones apologizing.”

“Ominis,” you whisper, and in a heartbeat Ominis knows he’d follow the two of you wherever you went, even at the expense of his own love life.

“Honestly, we’re truly sorry,” you tell him, taking his hands in yours. “Our selfishness has gone on for so long, and – and there’s so much more I want to say, but–”

“All’s forgiven, darling,” Ominis says faux-cheerfully, cracking a rare smile. “After all, you said it best – there will be plenty of time for all that once we’ve sorted out the house, hmm? Shall we pack my clothes?”

You press a lingering kiss to his cheek and thank him. Ominis feels not unlike a slowly sinking ship, as though the water around him is as intoxicatingly warm as a murlap bath.

+1. the confession

Ominis is perfectly made for seaside living, much to his surprise.

Each morning, he joins the two of you for breakfast in your cozy cottage kitchen. The three of you then join hands as you travel by Floo into the city, where upon arriving Ominis will insist on being brushed clean of any stray Floo powder before joining the throng of Londoners pushing through the city.

Each evening, you dine together and luxuriate in each others’ company by the fireplace, reading books and pressing herbs and making grand plans for your next great adventure, always just the three of you.

Weekends bring brisk morning walks by the beach and afternoon picnics, trips to Anne’s cottage and shopping in Diagon Alley. It’s a lovely little life – companionable, and good, and it doesn’t even matter to Ominis that he’s not in love.

At least not in the traditional sense.

In truth, Ominis has been deeply in love for a very long time: once since he was fourteen years old, with his first real friend, again when he was sixteen, with his second. He thinks his damned heart will probably always belong to them, though he couldn’t ask for a better pair to care for it.

So, perhaps he’s in love, but not loved.

…Except that indeed he is, and when he realizes it, it’s as if he’s finally sunk deep down into that warm water that’s been lulling him in like a siren’s song for nearly half a decade.

He sees love in how you tenderly stroke his hair when he rests his head in your lap after a long day at work. He sees love in how Sebastian loops his arm through his own when he joins Ominis for a walk along the beach, peacefully narrating the journey with a smile so wide Ominis can hear it in his voice.He sees love in how the both of you spin him around each morning and brush your hands over his cloak to rid him of that infernal powder.

He’s loved; he’s so loved.

No milestone marks the day Ominis’ world widens. No first date, no grand ball, no ornate moonstone ring (though you did eventually get one, and it barely puts a dent in the Gaunt family fortune).

Instead, two simply becomes three.

One evening, Ominis presses a gentle kiss to your lips, and then to Sebastian’s. There’d been no conversation; there’d been no need. Sebastian holds him in his arms while you pour every drop of love you’d held aside for him against his mouth; your husband works bruises Ominis will never see into his pale neck that seem to spell out ours, ours, finally ours.

“Always only yours,” Ominis gasps. “Yours, and yours.”

He joins your bed that night, leaving behind a trail of clothes dotted with whispered confessions of just how many times he’s imagined being taken apart by you both. He’s learned, pleasured, devoured in ways he’s never allowed himself to indulge in, even in his fantasies. Sebastian’s touch, your lips, his lewd words, your taste…

Afterward, tears shed for so many years wasted threaten to stain the bedsheets, but Sebastian wordlessly wipes them from Ominis’ cheeks.

“You understand now,” you whisper against the hollow of his throat. “We love you, Ominis.”

“I do,” he finally breathes. “I understand.”

“So brilliant and so oblivious,” Sebastian chuckles softly. “That’s our Ominis.”

Their Ominis. What a lovely little life indeed.

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feralcreaturescave · 1 year

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Find Me in Between the Lines

“Would you teach me?” “What?” “To read as you do.”

“There are not a lot of wizards that suffer blindness,” he replied with a chilling intonation. “I suspect you can learn of other things that may be more useful than this.”

“Is it so bad I’d want an excuse to spend more time with you?”

Word count: 3.9k

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x F!Reader

A/n: I only posted this story on AO3 and Tumblr, if you find this anywhere else- it wasn't me!! Link *here* for the rest of the series this story is from!!!

Ominis Gaunt couldn’t remember a time in his life where he was fond of people. Not even his family made it into his good graces, no matter how much effort he attempted to include them in his personal affairs. The only person he could think of that showed him the true meaning of familial love was his own aunt: Noctua Gaunt. He was told she was a great beauty with wits to match. She shared the pale blond hair of their father’s side and dark eyes that witnessed many of the Gaunt’s dark secrets. In his loneliest moments, Ominis tried to picture what Aunt Noctua would look like. Whenever she spoke to him, he always heard the smile in her voice and the lightness within her heart- a trait that was regrettably limited to only one of the Gaunts.

The rest of his family had not been so kind.

Noctua would often send him letters laden with treats local from wherever it was she was visiting; she would ask how he was, what he was up to, what were his current favorite books.. The letters stopped years ago and Ominis was left with silence. It took him weeks to work up the courage to write to his father about her and to his surprise he received a letter back, albeit with a short and curt response.

‘I do not know.’

He was left to guess what really happened, until a few days ago where an unfortunate event transpired.

Noctua Gaunt’s remains were laid to rest in a part of the school that hadn’t seen life in thousands of years. In the pursuit of truth did she perish within the confines of Salazar Slytherin’s scriptorium. A fate that Ominis himself had resigned to until Sebastian and his new friend found a way out.

“Ready?”

“I’m ready.”

A pause, then- “Crucio!”

The details were secured within his mind and rose to perfect clarity whenever he required. He remembered covering his ears as she screamed. He wondered if that’s what his siblings heard? With a sound that horrible- why didn’t they stop on their own accord? It didn’t help that her body was cold when he caught her, breaking her fall. Her speech had been slurred so much that he had a difficult time translating what she was saying. His worst fears had come to surface that day. There were stories of the Cruciatus Curse that haunted him late into the night. Stories that involved people losing their minds had the curse been inflicted on them long enough; that was if they survived the initial bouts of pain. Some had their bodies simply give up due to the duress.

They were the lucky ones.

The ones who survive would have their minds reduced to nothing. Not even a single thought would light up their heads, nor inspiration nor recognition could be formed ever again.

The House of Gaunt was naught but a shadow in his memory with mere ghosts that haunted its walls and called him ‘brother’ or ‘son’. Family was a foreign and strange concept; though of course, that all changed when Sebastian Sallow, and his sister Anne, came into his life. The days he spent with the two of them brought the most warmth to his days and he loved them for it; and despite Sebastian’s callous claims that Ominis didn’t care enough about Anne, he did. Though no cure was worth delving into whatever hole Sebastian found himself in.

A hole I helped him find. The quill in his hand had nearly snapped at the thought that intruded. He hated himself for allowing the secret of the Scriptorium to be leaked, but Sebastian’s friend had spoken such sweet promises and reassurances that he didn’t mind at the time. He was partially grateful that he finally learned the truth about Aunt Noctua and was given a chance to perform a proper send off near the lake where he stacked stones smoothed by the waters atop each other. He left a bouquet of her favorite flowers by the makeshift cairn and inhaled the familiar scent of Narcissus lilies that once resided within his aunt’s perfume bottles. There wasn’t anyone that comforted him the day he held a small ceremony to say farewell to the only blood relative that saw him more than a burden. He told not a soul, not even his closest friend, when he remained in the Undercroft and cried.

He straightened his back against the wooden chair and forced himself to refocus on the task at hand. Turning the page seemed achingly loud and he took more care to flip them apart as he fingered through. There was nothing quite like a location that forced people to be quiet no matter the circumstance. He found solace within one of the tables towards the back. From the cooler ambient, he knew it was one that lay concealed in shadows. This was one of the best spots where few bothered him, that is, until he heard someone walking his way.

A subtle waft of something floral snuck into his nose. “What are you doing here?”

“How did you know it was me?” The voice of the new student whispered softly to him.

“I have to recognize people from something besides looks.” She was quiet and he hastily added: “Don’t look too far into it.”

“How can you recognize Sebastian?”

“His walk. No one else could convincingly brandish that amount of swagger without making a fool of themselves.”

She laughed. “You’re right on that.” Something shifted that sounded a lot like heavily bound books. “May I sit with you?”

“Why?” his question shot out like a spell, quick and with reflex.

“I, er, I was looking for a quiet place.”

“It’s a library,” he responded coolly. “You may find quiet places almost anywhere that aren't occupied.”

There was no response for a few seconds and he imagined she had already left, until she spoke softly again. “I understand. It was nice seeing you, Ominis.” Her footsteps had begun to recede until he spoke up.

“Wait.” The footsteps stopped. “I.. I’m sorry. Please, take a seat.” A chair next to him moved and groaned as weight was introduced upon the cushion. The first time he had met her, he was rather sweet and welcoming. But the instant he learned that Sebastian introduced her to the Undercroft without alerting him had left sour grapes on his tongue. He also heard rumors of Sebastian spending time with Hogwart’s latest mystery out of school grounds. It was enough to send an ugly tendril of insecurity with no small part of jealousy added into the mix. Has Sebastian tired of him already?

“..How are you? I didn’t think I’ve asked yet.”

Ominis scoffed. “I should be the one asking that. Not you.” Her screams surfaced into his mind from memory. “You were out cold. Sebastian and I were nearly hysterical.”

“Is that so?” she chuckled softly. “I don’t remember a thing beyond closing my eyes and drifting off into sleep.”

“Quite so. We haven’t argued like that in a long while.”

“Regardless. I’m grateful to both of you for not leaving me in the Scriptorium.” She paused. “Whose idea was it to sneak me into your dorm?”

“Mine.”

There was stunned silence. “That’s not who I expected,” she admitted shyly. “The Slytherin Common Room is gorgeous, makes me wish I’d been sorted in.. Imagine my surprise when I woke up in bed with Sebastian. We were so close I could count the freckles on his face with ease.”

“I bet he would have enjoyed that.”

“You think so?”

“He fancies you.”

“I believe it’s more because he needs me for something than that.”

“You’re far too gracious. He’s been beside himself with worry. All he could talk about was how you looked when you sat limp in my arms..” Ominis trailed off, realization striking him. “Is that why you’ve been avoiding him?”

“He’s noticed, has he?”

“Yes. And he won’t stop pestering me about it. I would consider it a personal favor if you talked to him and requested that he stop.”

“I will. I just need some time to think about things.”

“Very well. I’m sure you and Sebastian have your own secrets.” He knew full well that there was a hint of jealousy in his voice. A part of him hated how quickly Sebastian took to the new fifth-year, while another part of him was merely curious.

“You and I could have some as well. I’ll confess something..” He heard her clothes rustling and assumed she was making herself more comfortable. “Yes. I’ve been avoiding Sebastian. I’ve been cursed before- by people far worse. But none of them scared me like he did.” She swallowed and continued, breathless. “I know you have to mean it when you cast you-know-what. But it’s a different sort of pain when it comes from someone you care about. I hope that makes sense.”

Ominis knew exactly how that felt.

“Never mind all of that,” she urged. “I’m more curious about that magic you were using earlier on one of your books.”

He felt hot behind the ears. How long was she standing there to watch him transcribe the letters inside his book into Braille? It was not as if she was working up the courage, surely? “It’s a spell my aunt helped me develop,” he started tentatively. “It changes letters into Braille and vice versa. Since not all of wizard kind suffers from my ailment, it’s rare that I find any book that suits my particular needs.”

“Your aunt sounds like a spectacular person.”

For the first time in a while, a warm smile lit up his face. “Yes. She was.”

“Would you teach me?”

“What?”

“To read as you do.”

At that moment he didn’t know how to react. Maybe he should be angry? Suspicious, perhaps? He settled for a probing question. “Why?”

“Because, it seems handy.”

“There are not a lot of wizards that suffer blindness,” he replied with a chilling intonation. “I suspect you can learn of other things that may be more useful than this.”

“Is it so bad I’d want an excuse to spend more time with you?”

And just like that, the ice had drained from him. Clearing the fields as the sun did for the frost-bitten valleys come spring. It was replaced with embarrassment and the irresistible urge to make up for the way he’d been treating her. Hesitantly, he slid over a book and began pointing out the alphabet in order. “This single dot means A.. These mean B.. When you put them together..” He appreciated that she was silent as he taught her each letter one-by-one with only a short hum to let him know that she memorized the latest letter down the row.

“This may take some time to get used to,” she whispered.

“It’s not so difficult,” he murmured back. “Just like with any concept you must learn. The symbols come first, then understanding.” Sliding the book over, he felt her arm move up, brushing against his as she passed her fingers to the page. Her movements were quick, unsure, and Ominis sighed. “Start from the left towards the right.”

His patience rescinded and without thinking, he searched until he found her hand. Only then did he realize how cold his skin was compared to hers. Ominis refocused on his task. Taking her through the motions, he showed her how he would usually read. Starting from the top left, skimming all the way to the right before shifting to the beginning of the next sentence.

There was surprise in her voice. “I don’t believe I can learn that fast.”

“Sebastian tells me otherwise. Now try again.” She mimicked his movements, going down the list with his finger close to hers.

She spoke as she read along. “The… Go..Goblin R.. Rebellion of… 1612..”

“You’re doing well.”

“Only because I’ve read this passage before and memorized it.”

“Then let’s do something you haven’t memorized.” He took another book entirely and flipped to a random page. His wand tapped the page. “ Intra Intellegentium! Try this- no peeking.” Her fingers found the page and he listened as she struggled to sound out the words.

“‘H’..h, right? Let’s see. ‘H..o..” She paused, her finger rubbing over a specific set of bump again. “Ominis-”

“Horklumps,” he confirmed after running his hand over it. “‘Horklumps can be found in varying numbers depending on humidity, light, and if someone had perished on the spot they sprouted on.’”

She laughed to herself. “I may need some practice.”

“Indeed you do.” He let her memorize the alphabet on her own just as curiosity burned through him. “In the Scriptorium, Sebastian mentioned that ‘between the two of us, he was starting to feel left out’. What did he mean?”

She was quiet for a bit, then- “I won’t lie to you again, Ominis. But that is something I must tell you about another day. I’m sorry. I can’t risk having you involved, too.”

'Too'? Is it another one of Sebastian’s games? “What are you talking about?”

“Ominis,” she insisted. “It isn’t wise that I involve more of my friends than I need to. Trust me. When it’s all over, I’ll tell you. I promise.” He heard her begin to pack up her things. “It was nice spending time with you.”

There was no time to respond as her hurried footsteps told him she was in a rush to head to whatever grand adventure she had waiting. He sat for a moment before packing up his things and departing himself until he stopped and blinked. Ominis felt as if he was hovering in a dream as his thoughts came as fast as someone who tried to run through muck. Did she just call him her ‘friend’?

***

“What does she look like?”

“Sorry?”

“Your friend. Describe her to me.”

He heard Sebastian shift his weight as he sat up in bed. “Why do you want to know?” Suspicion had made his voice lower in tone. “You never seemed to care much before.”

“I’m curious.”

“She looks like a girl.”

“Come off it, Sebastian.”

“She has a face.”

“Very well. If you insist on continuing this charade then I’ll ask her myself.”

Ominis pulled the sheets over him and turned his back to Sebastian’s voice.

“Wait-” he heard him sit up more. “Is she talking to you?” Ominis didn’t say anything. “Ominis. Has she said anything to you recently? Why isn’t she talking to me?” When he didn’t reply, he heard Sebastian let out a disgruntled sigh before he too pulled his cover over him.

The next day, she found him in the library once more. He memorized her hurried footsteps and found it amusing how they never seemed to slow down no matter where she was headed. Their spot was almost exclusive again as they both made themselves comfortable. Only the sounds of light tapping on an ink pot and quills scratching against paper accompanied the peace. Ominis reached forward to where his ink pot was and felt his fingers brush against something warm.

“Sorry,” came a low murmur.

“It’s alright.” Ominis set his quill down. “I must ask: why do you insist on spending time with me?”

“You’re the only one who doesn’t think to ask me anything besides peace,” she answered and sounded so earnest that he felt as if she was telling the honest truth.

“Are you leading me to believe that everyone you’ve met has thus asked you for a favor?”

“Yes. I don’t mind lending a helping hand, but it gets exhausting. Sometimes I would like to simply sit down and read and not be bothered-" her voice sounded muffled and he assumed she covered her face with her hands as he only caught tidbits that sounded like 'goblins', 'poachers', 'magic', and 'keepers'.

“You and I are alike in that regard then. I enjoy my silence.” Ominis thumbed through the pages of his copy of the ‘History of Magic: An Unabridged Guide’. “Actually, I may have to break that accord.”

“What is it?” There was a cautious edge to her voice.

This made him chuckle. “Don’t worry. I won’t ask you to delve into old ruins in search of a family heirloom or fight another troll. I simply wish to know what you look like.”

“I- hm.” She hummed. “I don’t know where to start. Shall I start describing the color of my hair?”

“Here-” he motioned for her to come closer. “This is much more simple and straightforward.” At first he hesitated, but when he felt her warmth come closer, he had a blossoming sense of bravery.

“What am I supposed to do?”

“Hold your face out,” he said with such simplicity and calmness that even the tone of his voice surprised him. Reaching forward, he felt around the air until he came into contact with skin. The flesh under his fingers went rigid under his touch and he quickly urged her. “Calm yourself. I simply wish to learn what you look like. I can’t say I fancy picturing myself talking to a mannequin for the entirety of our relationship.”

At his words, she relaxed and let his hands see her face.

His index trailed upwards to follow the hairline and felt her hair and how soft it felt, next, he accidentally brushed against her ears and didn’t reprimand her when she told him that it tickled. Her eyelashes tickled him back in revenge when he passed over her eye to the bridge of her nose to her other eye. His palm lay flat on her cheek with the rest of his fingers stopping there to let the thumb go on without them. Next came the tip of her nose before going down to press against her lips. His heart seemed to catch in his throat when his thumb grazed her bottom lip. For a second he believed that she pushed her lips against his finger and left a kiss there, but both of them said nothing to each other in that moment nor the one after. Ominis pulled back, a silent ‘thank you’ was uttered under his breath.

“Do you know what you look like?”

“I haven’t had the pleasure,” he stated curtly.

“May I do you the honor of describing you, then?”

“You may try.”

The sound of scraping wood grated his ears as her chair was being pushed closer to his. A presence was more noticeable at his side where she leaned in to get a better look. She hummed, tapping her fingers against the wood and seemed to take what felt like ages to decide where to attack first.

“You are very handsome,” she concluded.

Ominis felt he would sputter his words and kept his mouth clamped shut instead. “Your skin is pale. There are moles here-” her finger traced over his face and tapped where the marks were, “-here and here.” She traced down the bridge of his nose. “A pointed tip, and sharp lips that seem to always be fixed into a frown. You truly do have an air of austerity about you.”

“I do not-”

“Shh.”

The finger was placed against his lips and remained there until she was sure he wouldn’t open them again. She traced along his jaw now and in that moment he felt what she must have when he was examining her face. For lack of better description, he felt naked beneath her scrutinizing gaze.

“Rather sharp jaw,” he heard the frown in her voice. “It seems you were blessed with looks at birth. Are you aware of what the other Gaunts look like?”

“I’m told my family possesses some sort of allure. Mother always praised my older siblings on how handsome they were.”

“It’s an apt description. You are.” The bell tower announced the time somewhere in the far distance, a sound that was followed by a chair scraping against wood. Warmth left his face like the sun retreating behind a large mountainside. “I’ve got to go. I’ve an engagement I must hurry to.”

“I wasn’t aware you and Sebastian had something planned today.”

“Because we don’t. It’s.." she hesitated. "Complicated.” Her finger seemed to tap along the wood of the desk in a nervously paced rhythm.

“Will you keep another secret for me?”

“I suppose I can. What is it?”

“I’m meeting a goblin. He has information I need and working with him might prove beneficial. Just don’t tell Sebastian this yet.”

“I shan’t, but-” He raised his brows. “You’re aware he’s not overly fond of goblins after what happened to Anne, correct?”

“Yes, I know. I will tell him in time, just not now. I fear his reaction may be a bit too much to handle at the moment.” She sighed heavily. “Still, it feels good to get that off my chest. Thank you for listening. You’re a good friend, Ominis. We should spend more time together.” With that, he heard her take off towards the front of the library.

***

I hope my owl finds you well. I’ve transformed the letters into Braille and hope with sincerity that you cannot make sense of it. Should you ever find yourself in dire need of a reading partner, find comfort with the knowledge that you may ask me.

It’s also my displeasure to report that the time I spent with you in the library was not as bad as I previously imagined and that I do not mind repeating the experience.

Sincerely,

Ominis Gaunt

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three's a crowd - ominis x (f) reader x sebastian cw - toxic relationship dynamic, manipulation, slight dubcon, angst, smut, cunnilingus, timeskip, unedited

“This isn’t a good idea.” Natsai said for what seemed like the millionth time.

“Loosen up, will you?” Garreth leads the two of you down towards the dungeons. It was a rare occasion for you to be visiting the lower level of Hogwarts but of course, the ever thrill seeking Weasley insisted on sneaking into the Slytherin house end-of-year-party.

“We’ll be caught for sure.” The worried Gryffindor gives you a look as if she wants you to say something.

“Nattie,” Once the three of you make it to the bottom of the stairs, Garreth turns around looking exasperated. He grabs her by the shoulders giving her a slow shake. “Your mum won’t find out. N.E.W.T.s are over and it’s our last year here. Live a little, yeah?”

Despite his attempt to reassure your friend, she still looks doubtful.

“How are we even going to get in?” She crosses her arms defiantly. Natsai wasn’t the type to break the rules if there wasn’t a justifiable reason, especially if it was to sneak into an unauthorized common room party.

“I have my ways.” Garreth gives a cheeky grin.

And as if on cue, Imelda Reyes pops around the corner. It’s the first time you’ve seen her outside of her quidditch gear – you’ve become accustomed to watching her from the stands of the quidditch pitch.

“Took you long enough.” There’s a hint of annoyance in her voice as she approaches. She has her hair down from her everyday tight ponytail looking unusually casual.

“No need to get your knickers in a twist, Reyes. We're just in time, yeah?” Garreth throws a surprisingly friendly arm around Imelda, to which her face immediately twists into a sour look of disapproval.

She scoffs before shrugging his arm off in annoyance. It didn’t look like the feelings of affection were reciprocated.

“Don’t get the wrong idea, Weasley.” She rolls her eyes, looking almost disgusted. “I’m just paying back what I owe – we aren’t friends.”

“Ouch.” Garreth grips the collar of his shirt, a big grin spreads across his face, making his attempts to feign dejection obvious. “And for a second, I thought you actually liked me.”

“As if.” Imelda turns around and begins to walk in the direction of the Slytherin Common Room. The ginger haired young man turns around. Grinning triumphantly, he takes a dramatic bow before trailing behind Imelda.

You and Natsai look at each other awkwardly, feeling completely out of place. The two of you weren’t even invited – and yet Garreth insisted that the two of you tag along.

“Sorry.” Natsai whispers as the two of you follow Garreth and the Slytherin quidditch captain deeper into the dungeons of the castle.

“I…It’ll be fine.” You say quickly, trying to change the subject.

“We can leave. Just say the word and I’ll let Garreth know.”

“I don’t want to do that.” You chew on your lip, a nervous habit of yours. “We’re already here anyways.”

“You’re not obligated to do anything, you know.” Natsai presses in a hushed tone. She was always a little extra protective of you since you arrived at Hogwarts all those two years ago. The Matabeleland native grabs you gently by the arm, stopping you in your tracks. “If you’re uncomfortable – any moment at all, once we get in there –”

“I’ll be fine Nattie,” You interject, doing your best to hide your nerves.

“You’ll tell me.” She finishes, looking absolutely serious, “And we’ll leave.”

She was the only one who knew of the short lived relationship between you and Sebastian.

“I’ll be fine.” You repeat yourself; this time to reassure yourself rather than your friend.

The last time you saw Sebastian was when he decided to leave Hogwarts; the death of his uncle, too painful for him to bear. His withdrawal from school was sudden; Abruptly leaving you with nothing but a note briefly explaining that he couldn’t stay. Don’t wait for me, you recall the last haunting words he signed his letter off with.

At first you were angry. Angry at Sebastian for leaving without a proper goodbye. Angry at Ranrock for the many years of pain inflicted on the Sallow family. But most of all, angry at yourself for allowing yourself to fall in love in the first place. But once the anger subsided, all that was left was numbing emptiness – You had become skilled at the art of putting on a fake smile and pretending that everything was okay.

The only ones you hadn’t fooled were Natsai…And Ominis. They saw right through your facade and in turn, were the ones to pull you from your self inflicted purgatory. Ominis was there for you immediately. He was just as upset and most likely the only one who understood how you felt — feeling abandoned by his closest friend.

two years prior

“He has always been reckless.” Ominis says softly, watching the last of the sun disappear beyond the horizon. The two of you had snuck up to the Astronomy Tower after dinner, enjoying the company of each other.

You smile at what he says. These days, Ominis was the only person who could manage to elicit any emotion other than sadness from you.

“You don’t say.”

He chuckles dryly, seemingly watching his feet dangle off the ledge, another silence falling between the two of you once more.

It doesn’t seem like much time has passed until the darkness of night envelops the tower. You turn slightly, leaning on the railing to look at your friend, the twinkling light of the moon and stars illuminating his handsome face. He seems to be in deep thought; His expression difficult to read.

“I…” He croaks, his voice seemingly shakes with each word, his warm breath fogging as it hits the cold air. “I’m leaving Hogwarts.”

Your eyes flutter as you turn to stare at the stars – their beautiful twinkles blurring as your eyes begin to pool with tears. This wasn’t what you wanted to hear. But you knew it was inevitable – his father had been writing to him for months, each letter more harrowing than the last. It was only a matter of time until his family summoned their son home.

“I-...” Your voice cracks, as a few tears escape. You wipe them away quickly, not wanting Ominis to hear you break. “When do you leave?”

“Tomorrow.” he sounds just as defeated. “I’ve held them off for so long – they won’t allow me to stay here any longer.”

You sit in silence, not knowing what to say. No matter how much you hated the idea – of Ominis returning to that cold and awful house; Of having to say goodbye to another close friend; Of being completely and utterly alone. Those thoughts terrified you.

“I…I promise to write.” Ominis seems to piece his words together carefully, as if he is scared of saying the wrong things.

“You–” You feel a sharp pang in your chest as you gasp, trying to chase away your imminent cry with a breath of air. “You promise?”

“Little dove,” You hear the break in Ominis’s voice. He pulls you in close, allowing you to release your hiccuped breaths into his shoulder. “Please don’t cry – I…I don’t want to leave you. Not like this.”

“I can’t help it.” You gasp, feeling your chest tighten as you do your best to hold back your sobs. “I can’t lose you too.”

He cups your face gently, wiping your tears away with the pads of his thumbs. He opens his mouth before quickly closing it again, clearly at a loss for words. He closes his eyes as if the moment itself was breaking him in two; Then ever so slowly, leaning forward so that his forehead rests against yours.

“I will be back.” His voice is hoarse yet barely above a whisper. “I promise, little dove.”

After a while, you stopped receiving letters from Ominis. Sometimes you wondered if he forgot you…or perhaps even stopped caring. It was true that you were hurt but you refused to wallow in sadness. It just wasn’t like you.

It took a while but it wasn’t long before you were actively participating in your classes again; Regaining a sense of eagerness and passion for learning. And Natsai – she became your rock. She was there for you when you needed someone the most; Extended her hand to you when nobody else would and pulled you from that dark place.

Three years passed; Seasons came and gone – and before you knew it, Sebastian Sallow and Ominis Gaunt had resorted to becoming a distant memory.

That is, until this year.

As it turned out, Ominis kept his promise; And it wasn’t long before the news of his return spread like wildfire. What you weren’t expecting, however, was for Sebastian to also return to Hogwarts this very same year.

People talked and it was almost impossible for you to ignore it. Ominis Gaunt and his loyal, obedient dog, Sebastian Sallow; Both returning to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry? It was the hottest piece of gossip in Year 7.

While the rest of the students in your year were eager to welcome the infamous duo, it was difficult for you to mask your broken heart. It wasn’t long before Natsai was able to put the pieces together – she was a bright witch afterall. Attending this party almost guaranteed that you’d run into either one or both of the two men. Regardless of the years that passed and the little time you spent with Sebastian – it didn’t make you love him any less. However with Ominis also returning, it also left you feeling confused; As if he wasn’t an impossible enigma already. That fact alone made you absolutely beside yourself; Your anxiousness arousing the same feeling within Natsai.

At the end of the hallway, Imelda comes to a stop and turns to Garreth.

“Let me make one thing clear.” She crosses her arms, her eyebrows in a frown. “I’m getting you in. That’s it. And then my debt is paid.”

“Of course.” Garreth grins.

“Alright then.” She eyes you and Natsai standing behind. “Don’t get too crazy, yeah?”

“What in the world could Imelda Reyes be in debt to Garreth Weasley for?” Natsai leans close so that only you can hear her hushed words. You shrug watching the Slytherin turn around and approach the stone wall.

With the faint hiss, a large golden basilisk apparates, slithering along the edge of the floor before inching, and darting upward, the crest in its body movement revealing a secret doorway. As soon as it appears, you begin to hear the muffled hum of music and student chatter beyond the large copper doors.

Imelda pushes the doors in, the music from within immediately echoing off the stone walls of the outside hallway. The three of you follow her in. Instantly a few Slytherins give the three of you strange looks, Garreth, however, strolls in, making himself at home – whether he takes notice or is completely ignoring the unwelcomeness, you aren’t sure.

The common room is filled to the brim; mostly Slytherin students but occasionally you spot a few people from other houses. The flickering, green flames of the floating candles illuminate the way as you make your way through the thrums of people. Natsai holds onto your arm tightly, making sure not to lose you in the crowd. Somewhere along the way, the two of you lose Garreth – eventually deciding to find somewhere to sit. Parties were neither one of your scenes.

“Should I get something for us to drink?”

“Nattie asking me to drink?” You cross your arms teasingly, leaning close so that your friend could hear your voice over the music. “I think I’ve finally lost it.”

“Oh shut up,” She rolls her eyes before tugging you with her. Along the large stained glass windows, you find some unoccupied seats. A copper serpent appears from above, slithering downwards and enshrouding the both of you in a sheer curtain; An enchantment of some sorts making the small lounge area insulated from the rest of the party. And for a while, the two of you watch as people lose themselves to the muffled beat of the music.

And then, beyond the shimmery veil, your eyes fall upon him.

“I’m going to find us some refreshments – you’ll be alright staying here to save our seats?” You hear the voice of your friend but are too stunned to look away.

“Are you listening…?” Natsai trails off when she follows your gaze. You feel her tense up next to you.

She glances at you, speaking slowly to gauge your reaction.

“You alright?”

“I’m fine.” You say before turning away; This seemed to become a habit - to reassure yourself rather than your concerned Gryffindor friend.

“He’s staring.” She looks on at the young man across the room, her voice filled with cold distaste.

“Is he?” You say softly, tucking your hair behind your ear and glancing in his direction, only to find that she wasn’t lying. Across the room, Sebastian sits at the end of the conjured up bar, surrounded by a crowd of enamored fifth years – most of them girls wanting to take their chance to flirt with the infamous Sallow.

While parts of the Sebastian from your memories still remain; The two years that have passed are prominent in how much older he looks. His once boyish features are now sharper, accentuating his clenched jaw. His hair is shorter, but the same chestnut colored curls hang low over his eyes.

At the bar, he sits relaxed, all while exuding a sense of strong confidence — resting his head in the palm of his hand, rubbing his stubbled chin, the other fiddling with the rim of his glass, listening absentmindedly to the girl in front of him. While he is nodding, his dark eyes continue to dart back to yours, making you feel a little too self conscious.

“Celebratory shots are in order!” Garreth suddenly comes into view, blocking Sebastian completely, handing both of you glasses that were way too big to be considered a shot. His sudden entrance allows a rush of music to pass through the curtains. “To surviving our seventh year, yeah?”

He clinks his glass to yours, before quickly throwing the liquid back – hissing as the alcohol passes down his throat. Natsai watches with displeasure, choosing to hold her glass but not allowing any of its contents pass her lips.

Oh for Merlin’s sake. You lick your lips before taking a gulp, the burning liquid making you forget the memories, too painful to remember.

“Atta’ girl.” Garreth praises, laughing as the alcohol makes your face contort into a wince. He turns to Natsai.

“Well if you aren’t going to drink,” He takes her glass and downs its contents for himself; Quickly grabbing her hands and pulling her up onto her feet. “Let’s dance!”

But before she can refuse, he’s already dragging her to the dance floor, leaving you all alone.

You swallow, attempting to alleviate the dryness in your throat; The bitter taste of whisky making you purse your lips; Already feeling a light buzz from the concentrated drink. You feel apprehensive – debating whether or not you should leave. Nattie wouldn’t hold it against you. She’d understand. You take a nervous breath, the beat of your heart thundering above the sound of the music. Glancing back to the bar, you already see that Sebastian is watching you – predatory like eyes trailing down your body; His hungry gaze making you shiver.

“It’s been a while.”

You turn, startled by the sudden voice in your ear — taken aback, you almost mistake the man before you for a stranger. His posture exuding a carefree confidence that was unfamiliar to you. Dressed in all black, his sleek suit accentuates long and slender limbs. The neat comb over you remember from all those years ago is no more – now looking as if he messily ran a hand through his hair. A sense of familiarity and yet an almost completely different man stands before you today.

“Ominis.” You say his name softly, his sudden appearance taking you by surprise.

His pearl colored eyes follow the sound of your voice, before falling on you.

“I’m glad you remember me.” He smiles softly, relief evident in his tone of voice.

“How could I not?” You look away. He didn’t write back, your inner voice reminds you; And the sting of his rejection feels fresh now that he is here right in front of you.

“It's been years.” His voice chastises as if he is speaking to a child.

“Yes.” Your voice comes out a little harsher than expected. The passing years didn’t make their absence hurt any less. ”You didn’t write.”

His eyes soften, hearing the evident pain in your words. You feel his weight shift towards you; And ever so slightly, cold fingers gently tipping your chin towards him – almost giving you no other option but to look at him.

“Dove.”

You pull away before he can speak, making him raise an eyebrow. They weren’t the only ones who changed.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Oh?” His mouth twitches, almost as if he is amused by your sudden disobedience. Yet he stays silent, silvery serpent eyes glinting in the dim emerald light as they sweep you up and down. And almost instinctively, your body shivers as if he could truly see you.

Ominis lets out a breathy laugh as if he is amused; The tips of his fingers ghosting across your arms as he retraces his steps to sit on the couch. He leans back into the leather, this newfound confidence drawing you in. He only beckons you once. And as if he cast a spell, you find yourself slowly walking forward until you are standing in between his spread legs. He grazes the tips of your fingers, his tickling touch sending shivers up your arm, before ever so gently, tugging you forward and onto his lap.

You can’t hide your surprise, a yelp escaping your lips as he readjusts you on his knee.

“Cute,” His lips pursed as if to hide his smile.

“You’re an arse.” You shove his shoulders, attempting to get off but the hold he has on your wrists is stronger and keeps you in place.

“Ah, not much has changed.” He clicks his tongue as you helplessly struggle.

“This mouth however,” He grips your cheeks between pinched fingers. “Could use a little discipline, no?”

“Ominis.” You warn. He ignores it – forcing you to turn your head and look in the direction of the bar. His grip doesn’t cause pain but is strong enough to keep you in place.

“Sebastian.” Ominis leans in close, his weight making the cushions of the couch dip. “Can he see us?”

“...Yes.” You reply hesitantly, watching as Sebastian raises a crystal glass to his lips, Adam's apple bobbing as he takes a sip of the amber liquid; His eyebrow twitching slightly as if he’s displeased with the sight in front of him. “He’s looking this way.”

“Is he now?” Ominis asks, nonchalantly sliding an arm around your tummy. You stiffen, breaking eye contact with Sebastian as you turn to look at the man at your front. You shift almost uncomfortably; Your knees pressed into the leather cushions as your clothed heat grazes a growing hardness beneath you.

“Relax, little dove.” He chuckles, leaning closely to whisper in your ear. “Play along, hm?”

“Ominis?” Your voice raises an octave higher, as you feel the tickle of his warm breath. “What are you doing?”

Slim fingers slither up the base of your neck, forcing you to turn your head upwards; The cold surface of his serpent ring cooling your skin contrasts the hot touch of his soft lips. You let out a gasp; Ominis taking advantage of your lack of apprehension, his fingers sneaking past your lips before teasingly grazing your tongue,

You panic, and without thinking, instinctively bite down; The bitter, coppery taste of blood hitting your taste buds.

Unphased, Ominis pulls his finger from your mouth, holding it up to the light; Almost as if to examine it before bringing the wound to his own lips. You watch entranced as his tongue dips out slightly before sucking ever so slightly.

“Having fun?” The unamused, baritone voice of Sebastian Sallow breaks your trance. How the both of them managed to sneak past the enchanted curtain – you’d never know.

“Seb,” Ominis does not sound surprised, “Look what I’ve found.”

“Yes,” Sebastian raises a brow before taking a seat next to the two of you – his eyes shyly darting up to meet yours. “Ever the rare gem.”

“You sound upset,” The blonde man’s voice sounds bemused. You shift, turning to climb off of the man’s lap but his cold fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs stopping any movement.

Sebastian remains quiet, jaw clenched tightly as if he was doing everything within his power not to say anything.

Ominis takes note of his friend's silence before clearing his throat. He gives you a small almost taunting smile - the gesture making you scowl.

“It’s wonderful, no?” He brushes a strand of hair from your face, silvery eyes burning into your own. “This reunion with our little dove.”

“Delightful.” Sebastian clips, his answer short and curt before swallowing the remaining contents of his glass.

“Come now,” Ominis chuckles. “Don’t be sour. Ruining such a…splendid occasion.”

Sebastian remains silent, leaning forward, resting elbows on his knees as he examines the now empty glass. Ominis disregards his friend’s lack of words.

“Now then, do tell us what we’ve missed in the time we have been apart, hm?”

You turn away, not wanting to show defeat to the man’s taunting behavior. Heat rises to your cheeks; The entirety of the circumstances make it difficult to procure a single thought.

“Seb has missed you dearly.” For a moment you see a glimpse of the old Ominis as he gently grazes the frown in your brow. “Wouldn’t shut up about you since the day we both left.”

“Enough.” Sebastian looks away, jaw clenched.

“Brooding and moping about – constantly whining about how he wished he never had to leave.”

You turn to look at the man in question. He…didn’t want to leave?

“Then.” You speak softly, afraid that he’d be able to detect the pain in your voice. “Why…why did you?”

Sebastian finally turns to look at you, his eyes burning into your own with such a strong conviction.

“I had no choice.” There is an almost painful strain in his voice.

“I still don’t understand.” Your voice cracks as the tears you’ve been so desperately holding back threaten to spill over. “You left…both of you. Letters that explained little beyond nothing. What am I supposed to think?”

Ominis is the first to speak. “My father is…He is not a good man, little dove.”

Sebastian runs a hand through his hair as he turns away as if he is too ashamed to look you in the eye as he speaks his next words.

“In return for immunity, I swore loyalty to the Gaunt Family….They have been nothing but hospitable.”

You inhale through parted lips, his confession suddenly making it hard to breathe. You should be upset. But you find it hard to conjure up such feelings when the man you loved is safe and sound in front of you.

“You couldn’t afford to tell me that? It’s been years.”

Sebastian looks torn as he searches for his next words. No matter how many years to have passed, you knew that the death of his uncle would haunt him for an eternity of lifetimes.

“My father values loyalty and pureblood status above everything else.” Ominis says with clear distaste.

“Enough that he was willing to turn a blind eye to the blood on my hands.” Sebastian finishes quietly.

“At my father’s bidding…we have…done…unspeakable things, little dove.” Ominis is careful with his words. “Leaving Hogwarts was our only way to keep you from going down the same path.”

You search his face for answers but his expression reveals nothing. The House of Gaunt were Pureblood Enthusiasts; Notorious in the Wizarding World as one of the Sacred Twenty Eight and revered almost the same as royalty. Though you knew of their…strange pastimes, you didn’t think they would be capable of any horrors beyond that.

“I don’t want his legacy to live on.” Ominis cups your face in his hands, smoothing away the worry in your brow. “I will be the one to change that.”

“And…” You swallow, still feeling utterly confused. “Why return now?”

“We have our reasons.”

Sebastian looks to his friend, his expression itself seems to warn Ominis not to speak another word. The blonde man gives him a curt nod – their secrecy leaving you even more frustrated.

“So that’s it? You expect me to forgive you? Just like that?” You feel your voice begin to rise. “ No explanation?...I think you owe me that much.”

While Sebastian’s face is filled with prominent guilt, Ominis watches your outburst with indifference.

“It’s for your own good, little dove.”

“I’m not your dove.” You spat, shoving his arms away yet your reaction only seems to amuse him – making an angry bile rise in the pit of your belly. “And I am certainly not another one of your obedient dogs that will respond to your beck and call.”

Sebastian flinches at the forced hostility in your voice, knowing that your words were in reference towards him.

“So little faith in us?”

“What?” You are taken aback by Ominis’ sudden gentle tone. His gaze is unwavering; Eyes never leaving your own as if he could truly see you.

“Just because you can’t see it, doesn’t mean it’s not really there.” He closes his eyes. “We’d move mountains, seize the Heavens and Earth for you, little dove. Our love for you is like no other and we will always find our way back… There is nothing that will deny us of you. Is that not enough?”

His heartfelt confession takes you aback, You bite your lip, speechless as the tears you struggled so hard to hold back begin to spill over. How could you stay angry?

“Don’t cry.” Sebastian’s voice cracks as he cups your cheeks in warm hands, brushing away your tears with the pads of his thumbs.

“In due time, we will tell everything.” Ominis murmurs, “Till then, will you allow us to earn your trust once again?”

“What…what do you mean?” You speak barely above a whisper.

“We’ve missed you so much. Allow us to show you, yeah?” Sebastian turns you around with ease, all while keeping you seated on Ominis’ lap. Suddenly, he drops to his knees, looking up at you as if you were a Goddess from above. But he doesn’t touch you.

“You’re the one in charge, love.” The sounds of his breath filling the silent alcove. “I won’t touch you unless you allow it.”

How peculiar, To have Sebastian Sallow on his knees practically begging for your forgiveness. This was something you had definitely not anticipated before agreeing to attend the party. A part of you was screaming to not give in; To get up and walk away forever.

But deep down, you knew that that was never going to be an option.

Sebastian looks up at you through long lashes, his hazel eyes searching your own for answers. You feel your lips waver; Unable to form coherent words, you swallow – throat suddenly feeling dry before giving a small nod.

That was all he needed.

HIs hands dig into your thighs, pushing them apart before nestling in between. Ominis reaches down, keeping them spread, allowing his friend to have a better view.

“Fuck. I’ve missed you.” The brunette man wastes no time in showering you with love, peppering open mouthed kisses along your inner thighs – the sudden attack making you gasp and arch forward, almost slipping off of Ominis’ lap.

“Be a good girl, yes?” Ominous’ warm breath tickles your ear as the tips of his fingers ghost across your sheer panties; Your hips unconsciously rising to meet his touch.

“Ominis.” Your voice wavers. “People can see.”

“They wouldn’t dare.” His voice darkens. “Not at what belongs to us.”

A whine escapes your lips as he clicks his tongue, pulling his hand away. With a snap of his fingers, the candles that once illuminated the small space, go out with a hiss. His demonstration of wandless magic makes your core twitch.

“Stop moving.”

You bite your lip, listening to the authoritative man.

“Don’t be such a bastard.” Sebastian pauses his trail of kisses at the base of your thigh to glance up at you. “Look, you’ve gone and made her cry.”

“Something you’re quite familiar with then?” The other man teases, grinning against your neck.

Sebastian throws a dirty look at his friend.

“She can handle it.” Ominis tugs your panties aside, making you gasp. “ A big girl now, aren’t you?”

Hesitantly, you nod.

He groans, satisfied with your obedience. “Use your words, lovely.”

“Y – ah! Yes!”

Sebastian’s hands dig into the flesh of your inner thighs, forcing them apart to give himself a better look. His almost forceful actions make you gasp.

“Fuck.” He curses. “She’s soaking.”

“Is she?” Ominis’ hand ghosts across your breasts, thumbing hardened buds through the fabric of your shirt. “Don’t be a prude Seb. Go on, tell me how she tastes.”

Sebastian wastes no time, burying his face between your legs - his sudden attack making you gasp. His tongue is wet and hot, pushing into you - the new sensation making you see white as you grip onto the man behind you; Any attempts to keep your sanity were now treading on a fine line.

“Beautiful.” Ominis’ hot breath tickles the crook of your neck. His hand forces you to turn your head to the side before tracing down your shoulder. Cold fingertips trail along your arm; His touch eliciting goosebumps along your skin. Before finally, entwining his slender fingers with your own.

“Omi,” You whine.

He guides your hand downwards; A silent instruction. Your hands brushing away Sebastian's dark curls aside, only to find that the man beneath you is already looking up at you - his dark eyes burning into your own as he laps at your cunt like a desperate man. He groans when he feels your hands stroke the side of his face, encouraging him to press into you, the tip of his nose nudging your clit; Your moans making him scoot forward as if he couldn’t get any closer.

Ominis’ hands don’t stop there, guiding you to the heat of your sex. “Do you touch yourself, little dove?”

Sebastian’s tongue tickles your fingertips as it now almost sloppily darts back and forth. The sensation makes you mewl.

“Show us how, yeah?” Ominis is now panting, his hard cock digging into your ass. With his hand over your own, he presses against your clit, starting a taunting rhythm – the sound of your wetness elicited by his rough movements.

“Oh fuck!” You cry out. Sebastian’s muscled arms wrap around your thighs, locking them in place. Your outburst only encourages him more as he buries his face into your cunt. The wet muscle pumping in and out, stretching your virgin hole beyond anything before.

“She’s gonna cum.” Ominis nibbles on your ear, making you gasp. Every sensation overwhelms your already heightened senses.

Your hips rise to meet Sebastian – practically humping his face as you reach up, hands tangling blonde locks as your orgasm violently runs throughout your body like electricity. Your breasts rise and fall to the rhythm of your heavy pants as you struggle to regain your breath, Sebastian presses soft kisses to your sex, chuckling as it elicits small spasms in your lower half.

“You did so well, little dove.” Ominis praises you with a kiss to your brow. “Nothing will separate us ever again.”

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sallowapologist · 1 year

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Constellations

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x GN!Reader

Word count: 1.2k+

Genre: Fluff

TW's: N/A

Summary: (GN!reader + Slytherin!reader (but you can ignore that if you want))

You find yourself in an unexpectedly tender moment with Ominis, determined to show him just how beautiful he is.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fic #hogwarts legacy fanfic #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x you #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis gaunt fic #ominis gaunt fanfic

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wastelandmoony · 1 year

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Tempt My Trouble (Final Part of TWLF)

Summary: New romances, hidden feelings, and a whole lotta angst.

Warnings: language, smut lite, mild violence

Word Count: 11.5k (she got a bit carried away)

A/N: IT'S HERE. Finally. After weeks of writing, and tearing my hair out, here is the final part of Things We Lost in the Fire. I apologize if anyone is disappointed, but I am also very excited to get back to work on my Marauders fic (go check it out if you're interested!)

Thank you all for reading, I truly appreciate it <3

Things We Lost in the Fire (Part One)

Dancing with Our Hands Tied (Part Two)

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“Promise me you’ll come to Feldcroft this summer,” Sebastian growled as he crushed your bones with a bear hug. You squirmed in his arms, giggling as he dug fingers into your ribcage.

“—Promise me!”

“FINE! I promise! Now please—“ you finally pushed out of his grasp, “—get on the train, before it leaves without you two!”

Ominis stepped forward to place a chaste kiss on your cheek before boarding the engine, Sebastian lingering on the platform.

“I’ll send an owl once I talk to Anne about a visit,” he embraced you once more, this time softer, one hand traveling to cradle the back of your head. It had been months since things had ended between you; the initial pain of the wound was gone, but the scars still remained, pink and healed but would ache when strained too far.

“SEBASTIAN!” Imelda leaned out of the train car window, face pinched in annoyance while Ominis lingered behind her, shooting you both an apologetic expression.

Sighing, you motioned towards the train, “I’ll tell Sirona to keep an eye on the post.”

Glancing towards Imelda’s scowl, then back to you, he gave a defeated smile, “I’ll see you soon.”

His eyes sparkled in the mid-afternoon sun, a kaleidoscope of warm amber tones that never ceased to pluck at your heartstrings.

The train pulled away from Hogsmeade Station, clouds of steam dissipating quickly in the humid summer air. You waited until the scarlet engine was just a tiny spot on the horizon before making the walk back to the Three Broomsticks. Sirona had graciously let you continue the same agreement from the previous year, working at the pub in exchange for a place to stay. The old inn had become a second home, the sounds of over-served patrons and clinking glasses a comforting lullaby every night as you drifted off to sleep. Sirona had in turn become a surrogate mother, nagging you to take a break for meals, knocking on your bedroom door if she noticed the light on way past closing time; it was nice, having a pseudo-guardian again. You confided in her, everything from school, to friends, to Sebastian. She wasn’t thrilled about the antics from the past year, referring to him only as “that boy” with a tone of utter disdain. In addition, Imelda was reduced to just a sharp grimace, apparently a long standing pain in Sirona’s side.

Sebastian’s owl arrived in the beginning of July, the folded parchment handed over with a sly wink from Sirona. He asked (in horribly scribbled sentences) for you to visit at the end of the month, Ominis would be there as well. You scrawled a response accepting his invitation before tying the letter to the leg of Sirona’s large barn owl and sending it off.

“So,” she smirked from behind the bar, “what’d that boy want?”

You rolled your eyes, coming around the corner and beginning to help clean pint glasses, “He asked me to visit in a few weeks.”

“Oh? And are you?”

You sent a glare in her direction, feigning annoyance at the prying, “Yes, I will be, if that’s okay. I know it can get kind of crazy here in the summer—“

“Honey,” she held up a calming hand, “I managed just fine until you came along, no offense. Go see your friends, you deserve it.”

Suppressing a smile, you went back to wiping down glassware as the large front doors swung open, bathing the dim bar in an almost unnaturally bright light.

“Welcome!” Sirona called over the other patrons, “Have a seat wherever you like.”

A body dramatically flopped down onto a stool in front of the bar, a loud sigh drawing your attention.

“…Garreth?” You cocked an eyebrow. Not many of your schoolmates frequented Hogsmeade during the summer, either living too far away or opting to save the experience for the rest of the school year.

“Hey! Fancy seeing you here!” He beamed a mega-watt smile, running a hand through his ginger curls.

“What brings you in?” You leaned both forearms on the bar, studying his exasperated expression.

Garreth sighed again, “My mum and sister. She’s getting married next month, and mum insisted I get new dress robes from Gladrags. They got distracted by Madam Snelling and I slipped in here to hide.”

You stifled a laugh, “So, what can I get you?”

“Butterbeer would be great, thanks.”

Grabbing an empty mug, you walked to the tap at the end of the bar. As you began to pour, you glanced up to see Sirona across the room wiping down a table and staring at you. You raised an eyebrow in silent question.

“He’s cute!” She mouthed, nodded towards Garreth.

You rolled your eyes, not allowing her the satisfaction of an actual response as you released the lever on the keg.

The mug left a wet streak across the bar as you slid it toward Gareth.

He pulled out a few sickles, “What do I owe you?”

“It’s on me,” you offered a small grin, “for the horrors you’ve had to endure in the name of fashion.”

He smirked, tipping the glass towards you, “I’ll only accept if you have a drink with me.”

“I’m sorry Garreth, I can’t, I’m working—“

“Yes she can,” Sirona practically apparated over, passing behind you to pour a matching pint and placing it in front of Garreth’s, “In fact, why don’t you take a break, it’s pretty slow anyway.”

“No, Sirona, it’s—“ before you could object, she had already vanished across the pub. You pressed your lips into a tight line, mortified by the entire scenario currently at play. Grabbing your pint, you motioned towards a vacant table near the front, Garreth following close behind.

Garreth shared a few of your classes the past two years, but both of you had never actually spent time together outside of that. Being the resident Hogwarts class clown, you knew he was funny, but you didn’t know he was this charming? A few times during conversation, you found your ribs hurting from laughing so hard at something he said. The more you talked, the more you found yourself wishing he had been a fixture in your life much sooner.

Sirona never said a word, but what was originally set to just be a short break, turned into a 90 minute, multi-drink rendezvous. Neither of you were paying attention to the time, and would’ve probably continued on if it wasn’t for the front doors being thrown open suddenly (and loudly).

“GARRETH WEASLEY!” A middle-aged witch with a similar shade of red hair stood in the doorway with her hands firmly placed on her hips, a younger version hovering behind in a mirrored state of annoyance.

“Shit…” Garreth mumbled, placing his half-empty pint onto the table, “I better go before she gets even angrier—“

“—she can get angrier?”

His green eyes narrowed as he shot a look in your direction, “—you don’t want to be on the receiving end, trust me.”

“It’s okay, I better get back to work anyway,” you stood and began to clean up the empty mugs, “It was really good to see you, Garreth.”

He lingered at the edge of the table, eyes miles away as he fiddled with them hem of his shirt, “Would it be…too forward of me to ask you to join me at my sisters wedding?”

The invitation caught you off guard, accidentally fumbling an empty glass onto the table. The loud thump startled both of you, causing your cheeks to heat up in embarrassment. Thankfully, it hadn’t shattered, something that would’ve sent you running upstairs never to be seen again.

The absence of an answer had Garreth slightly flustered, moving towards the entrance where his mother was shooting daggers at him, “It’s okay, don’t feel obligated, I get it. It’s short notice, and we—“

“—No, Garreth, I’d love to,” you placed a gentle hand on his arm, trying to steady both of your nerves.

“Really?” His eyes widened, the multitudes of greens sparkling in the dim lights of the pub, “Brilliant! I’ll uh—I’ll send and owl with more details when I get home.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” you beamed as he shot you one last smile before joining his family. Mrs. Weasley promptly grabbed him by the sleeve and practically dragged him outside, the sounds of her chastising voice permeating through the closing doors.

———

You had been to Feldcroft a few times during Fifth Year, but never for pleasure. Each time had been a rather negative experience, resulting in someone’s pain whether it was Sebastian’s, Anne’s, or even yours. As the floo powder sifted through your fingers, you hoped this trip would be different. In a flash of green, the dusty floor of the Three Broomsticks swirled out of sight, quickly replaced by the warm glow of the Sallow’s cottage in Feldcroft.

Two strong hands ripped you from the fireplace instantly, crushing you against an equally strong chest as the contents of your brain continued to adjust to the abrupt change in surroundings.

“Sebastian, honestly!” A sweet voice chided, pulling you gently from his embrace, “She just arrived, give her a second to breathe!”

Anne placed a soft hand on your shoulder while you gave a sheepish smile, “It’s good to see you again.”

The two of you hadn’t spoken since the day in the catacombs, Anne had vanished before you could apologize or even explain what had happened. The guilt of it all had burrowed deep in your soul, and for a while you had drafted letter after letter addressed to her, explaining in great detail the events leading up to Solomon’s death, and the ones that followed. You needed her to know that what happened was unfortunate, but that you and Sebastian had meant well. Every letter met the same demise, crumpled up and incinerated with a wand flick. You could fight an encampment of Ashwinders single-handedly, but couldn’t bring yourself to send a bloody letter.

Coward.

Anne’s kind, tired eyes stared unwaveringly into yours, and it took everything to not pull her in and apologize for everything; but you knew now wasn’t the time.

“Put your bag on the chair, I want to show you something!” Sebastian called excitedly, moving towards the door. Suppressing a smile, you tossed your belongings onto the wooden kitchen chair and followed him outside. Feldcroft was exactly how you remembered, a charming little hamlet with small thatched-roof houses. Across the way you could see the row of dueling dummies lined up against the low fence, a young wizard firing basic spells into their wooden bodies. You thought of a young Sebastian, back before his world was upended at his parents deaths. Did he practice with these dummies as well; his small, freckled face sunburnt from spending hours perfecting levitation charms? What about Anne; was she better at dueling than her twin? Did the two of them stay outside until dark, pretending to be great sorcerers from their storybooks, until their parents finally called them inside for dinner? You swallowed the emotions that were rising, burying the sadness deep down. They were so young, they didn’t deserve any of this.

The fields around the small enclosure of houses were astonishingly green, dotted with tiny groupings of wildflowers as Sebastian led you out onto the main road. Dragonflies danced out of your way as he diverted up a dirt path, the rocky hill becoming more familiar as you trekked behind. As you wound around a large boulder, the realization of where he was taking you hit like a bludger strike.

“Sebastian—“ you paused, fear beginning to creep up your throat as he swiveled a few feet ahead with a cocked eyebrow, “—I can’t…”

He walked forward and placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder, “You can, I promise. I’ll be right here.”

The summer sun had baked his freckled skin, the small brown dots more prominent against his tanned face. You found yourself staring at them a little too long, searching for the lost boy from Feldcroft you had met two years ago; but he wasn’t there anymore, this was a different Sebastian, a softer one.

He held out his hand, and you lingered in consideration.

“Trust me,“ his voice was steady, eyes full of quiet promise.

After everything that had happened, did you still trust Sebastian? As your brain kicked and screamed, your heart raced forward with open arms.

You nodded, allowing him to lead you to the place where you had first seen the cracks in his psyche, back to the place where Anne was cursed years ago; back to Rookwood Castle.

As the two of you came to the top of the hill where the ruins laid in wait, Sebastian moved behind you.

“What’re you doing?” You tried to spin around, but he grabbed both shoulders to keep you still.

“It’s a surprise,” he was smiling, you could hear it in his voice as both hands covered your eyes from behind.

“Sebastian Sallow, I swear to—“

“—You said you trusted me!” He began to push you forward to continue walking.

“I’m taking it back,” you deadpanned, stumbling slightly with arms outstretched in anticipation of tripping over a piece of rubble.

He laughed, the rumble emanating from his chest and into your spine, “You’re a terrible liar.”

You tripped over a rock, grabbing onto his forearm for stability, “And you’re a terrible shepherd, Sallow.”

A few more steps and he brought you to a stop, hands still in place as he leaned closer to your ear.

“Ready?” His voice was low, but filled with hopeful anticipation. You nodded, heartbeat picking up knowing that the sight beyond his palms was one of so much past pain.

The sunlight was blinding as Sebastian took his hands away. You squinted and tried to force your eyes to readjust to the bright afternoon sun, the castle ruins slowly fading into view. The large stone structure was exactly the same, the vast majority collapsed and partly covered in climbing vines and overgrowth, but the large swath of grounds surrounding it had been transformed. Long gone were the broken statues, large pieces of rubble, and miscellaneous loyalist supplies, and in their wake stood dozens of flowerbeds. Sunflowers lined the long side of the castle, fat bumblebees buzzing amongst their towering stalks. The sight left you utterly speechless, spinning around to stare wide-eyed at a grinning Sebastian.

“What do you think?” His eyes sparkled in the bright sun as they swept over your face.

You couldn’t find the words, instead just shaking your head as you wrapped him into a hug.

“…it was all Anne’s idea,” he whispered into your hair, “said she wanted to turn something synonymous with so much hurt into a place of beauty.”

You wanted to cry.

You wanted to sob, and scream for all of the things lost—but more importantly for what was gained back.

An approaching voice had you pulling away, “Ah—Sebastian, there you are.”

“Ominis!” You breathed, meeting him halfway for an embrace.

“Hello, love,” he kissed your cheek. His pale face was slightly flushed from the sun, bringing out the blue in his clouded eyes.

Ominis quickly drew his attention back to Sebastian, “I need your help with the plots on the east side of the ruins,” he turned back to you briefly, “I could actually do with your help as well, if you’re interested?”

The width of your smile was something you hadn’t felt in a while.

“I’d be honored.”

———

By the time the three of you returned to the house, Anne had dinner ready. Working out in the hot sun had done a number on you, the exhaustion settling into your body the moment you sat down at the table, the other two boys in a clearly similar state. Though your fingernails were laden with dirt, clothes properly smudged and damp with sweat, you hadn’t felt this fulfilled and happy in years.

You couldn’t help but notice the way Ominis acted around Anne during dinner. The way he lit up whenever she spoke, the tips of his ears flushing at any accidental graze of touch. The sight made the happiness blooming in your chest explode, only exacerbated by the fact that Anne seemed to get equally as flustered by his presence.

That night, you slept beside Ominis on the floor by the fireplace, a makeshift bed of blankets and pillows strewn about. Sebastian had offered his bed next to Anne’s, but you had vehemently refused, leading to a small yelling match across the kitchen until he finally acquiesced with a low grumble. You didn’t mind sleeping on the ground, especially if it was next to Ominis, it gave you two an excuse to catch up without the prying ears of the Sallow twins.

Anne fell asleep almost immediately, followed quickly by her brother, who was visibly trying to fight the heaviness of his eyelids. You and Ominis changed your conversation to hushed whispers, talking about everything that had happened since leaving Hogwarts over a month ago. Sebastian let out an obnoxious snore from his bed across the room, causing you and Ominis to stifle simultaneously laughter. Out of everyone, you had missed him the most; he was the one person you trusted above anyone else.

As your giggles tapered off, you traced a finger on his open palm, “Ominis?”

He hummed, eyes beginning to close slowly.

“You love Anne, don’t you…”

His eyes opened fully, expression filled with silent resignation, “…yes,” he sighed, “I’ve been—quite fond of her since we were little…”

Your fingers wrapped around his, “I must admit, I’m a little surprised.”

Ominis’ brows furrowed in mild offense.

“I just mean—why did you try so hard to stop Sebastian from trying to find a cure?”

He sat up on an elbow, eyes narrowed slightly as he hovered above you, “I never wanted him to stop looking for a cure, I just didn’t want for it be through dark magic. I didn’t want for him to…taint Anne’s pure soul with it. She’s too good, better than the rest of us…I don’t deserve her…”

“Ominis—“

“I tried, you know. I spent almost every waking moment reading and researching a cure, I even tried asking my family if they had any connection to special healers. None of it worked…”

He laid back down, facing the ceiling with a vacant stare. You continued to hold his hand, tracing patterns with your thumb across his knuckles.

“I think she loves you too…” you whispered, his head lolling to the side to give a hopeful smirk in return, “…you should see the way she looks at you.”

Ominis rolled his full body to face you, squeezing your hand as his eyes fluttered shut. A small smile was the last thing you saw as you fell into a comfortable sleep.

———

The following morning, Sebastian woke the entire house bright and early with his loud presence. For someone as elegant as he was with spellcraft, he was an absolute thunderous troll otherwise. He animatedly explained the agenda for the day: hiking out to the shores of Feldcroft to swim in the sea. Anne would be joining as well, and after Ominis pestered her throughout breakfast on whether or not she felt up for it, you all finally left the house and set out for the coast.

Sebastian led the way, followed closely by you, with Anne and Ominis side-by-side coming up the rear. The day was sweltering, sun beating down from a cloudless sky to bake the Scottish countryside to a burnt crisp. Behind you, Ominis and Anne were giggling and whispering about something, seemingly unfazed by the heat.

“So,” you tried your hardest to make small talk to take your mind off the sweat rolling down the back of your neck, “Where’s Imelda? I had assumed she’d make an appearance this week.”

The comment wasn’t meant to come out rude, you’d actually worked really hard to come to terms with their relationship (the thought didn’t make you physically repulsed anymore, just mildly nauseous).

Sebastian shook his head, squinting ahead in the bright sunlight, “She’s probably back in Irondale I suppose.”

“Oh,” You were a little unsure about his tone, nonchalant but behind it was something more, “Will we see her this week? I know she usually helps Anne—“

“No,” he said abruptly, “We uh—we’re not together anymore, she’s not speaking to me.”

The admission had your brain spinning. A million questions formed on the tip of your tongue, but Sebastian sped up his gait, an obvious indication that he didn’t want to discuss the matter further.

“I can hear the waves!” Anne yelled, rushing forward to push past the two of you, dragging Ominis by the hand. You couldn’t help but notice the smile he had on his face as they raced over the hill. Sebastian didn’t say a word and just kept walking, while you tried to catch up to his wide steps. As you crested over the hill, the coast finally came in to view. The rocky shore stretched far in each direction, coming to an end at a high set of cliffs to the north. Anne was already frolicking in the waves by the time you arrived, Ominis standing just at the edge of the shoreline as she beckoned him in.

Sebastian dropped the bag he’d been carrying onto the sand, walking off to wade into the shallow water. Sighing, you quietly joined his side, the warm sea water lapping at your calves as the two of you stared out on to the horizon.

“I didn’t mean to upset you, I’m sorry, I had no idea,” you said lowly, even though Ominis and Anne were currently off in their own little world paying zero mind to your conversation.

Sebastian shrugged off the apology, “It’s fine, really. I didn’t mean to be short with you, I just—have a lot on my mind…”

He trailed off, eyes scanning the line where the sky and water met. You didn’t know what to say. Part of you was elated that Imelda was out of the picture, but the other half was unsure of where to go from here. You loved Sebastian, that much was true, but after everything that had happened, could you ever go back to the way things were? Could you openly trust Sebastian with your heart after he put you through the wringer? For a second, your mind wandered back to Garreth; the memory of his gentle hand on your arm made your gut twist with guilt.

What a weird notion. Why did you felt guilty? You didn’t owe Sebastian anything, nor Garreth for that matter.

As you silently battled with your own conflicting thoughts, Anne’s silent creeping presence went unnoticed. With a flick of her wrist, she sent a dousing splash of water cascading over her brother, the residual spray raining over your head.

“ANNE! Oh Merlin, you’ve done it now—“ Sebastian pushed the wet hair out of his eyes and lunged at his giggling twin, throwing her over his shoulder and launching them both into the water. They both emerged laughing, continuing to splash each other as you made your way over to Ominis on dry land.

———

The sun was beginning to set as the four of you meandered back towards the house, skin warm and covered in a thin layer of salt and sand. Ominis and Anne led the way this time, talking quickly about some new book that he had lent her. She placed a hand on his shoulder as she let out a loud laugh, and you could clearly see how his cheeks began to flush at the sound.

“I wish he’d just make a move already…” Sebastian muttered beside you.

You whipped around to face him, “You know?!”

He smirked, gesturing to the display in front of you, “Isn’t it obvious?”

“Does it bother you?”

Sebastian shook his head instantly, “Anne is my sister, no one would ever be good enough for her—“

You watched ahead as Ominis held out his arm for Anne to take as they walked.

“—that is until I heard the way Ominis talks about her. He’s truly a romantic at heart, I’d trust him above anyone else to treat my sister the way she deserves.”

“Coming from a true romantic such as yourself, that must mean a lot,” you scoffed, shooting him a sly smile.

He feigned offense, “I’ll have you know, I can be quite the gentleman. Ask anyone—“

“—oh yeah? All of the girls you’ve swept off their feet?”

“It worked on you, didn’t it?” He grinned. You wanted nothing more than to smack the smug expression off his freckled little face.

“I would hardly consider what we did in the Undercroft ‘romantic’…”

“Well, you never really gave me the chance—“

The blood in your veins ignited with anger. The joking manner in your voice vanished instantaneously.

“I gave you plenty of fucking chances, Sebastian. You were either just too thick, or too much of a coward to take them.”

After one last blazing glare, you stormed off to join Ominis, unwilling to spend another second in the presence of Sebastian Sallow.

———

Tensions were still high through the night, only easing once Sebastian and Anne had fallen asleep, leaving you and Ominis to once again have a hushed conference amongst the floor pillows.

“When were you planning on telling me about Sebastian and Imelda?” You whispered harshly, swatting at Ominis’ arm.

He shrugged off the assault, “It wasn’t my business to tell. Besides, I figured you would’ve found out shortly after visiting anyway.”

“So, what happened?”

“Hmm?”

“Between them. Why did they break up?” You were only partly being nosey, the other half genuinely wanted to know…for friendship loyalty purposes obviously.

“Oh, well, it was quite the argument,” Ominis raised his eyebrows at the memory, “As you know, I took the train back with them here to Feldcroft after school let out. Imelda was in a horrible mood and made it abundantly clear by her silent treatment the entire journey. Once we arrived, I went on ahead to meet Anne while Sebastian stayed back to smooth things over with Imelda. I’m not sure what happened after that, but by the time they got to the house, they were screaming at each other. That’s when I finally heard your name brought up—“

“—me?!”

“Yes, you. Imelda asked him to openly say he didn’t love you, and well…here we are.”

You stared blankly at Ominis, mouth slightly agape. Six months ago you would’ve been elated, but now all that was left was a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach.

“She left shortly after, and I spoke with Sebastian briefly, he didn’t want to talk much about it—you know how he gets—but he said apparently Imelda wasn’t too pleased about how he had acted towards you on the train platform.”

Shaking your head, you stared into the fireplace. Nothing had happened between you or Sebastian since you broke it off months ago, though he didn’t exactly go quietly. You’d be lying if you said he hadn’t made multiple attempts to steal you away in a vacant corridor, or try to wander his hands during study sessions in the library. Every single instance was met with the same defiance from you. It was over, he had made his choice.

Sebastian couldn’t have it all.

———

The rest of the week in Feldcroft went by quickly, days filled with laughter and adventure side-by-side with your best friends. Sebastian had made amends the morning after your argument, offering to take you flying around the cliffs as a peace offering. He was excellent on a broom, and you attempted to cajole him into trying out for quidditch this year, only to be met with a charming laugh and an eye roll. Nights consisted of secret whispers with Ominis, giggling covertly as you spoke of the plans you had for the new school year. You thought about telling him about Garreth, and the upcoming wedding invitation, but ultimately decided it wasn’t worth mentioning. You and Garreth were just friends, nothing newsworthy.

A month wasn’t a long time, only 31 days until you would be able to see your friends again. The thought didn’t help as you said goodbye to Ominis, Anne, and Sebastian when the week was up. If anything came out of this visit, it was that Anne had finally become someone you considered a good friend, making you promise that you’d write to her at least once a week. After giving you his usual kiss on the cheek, Ominis placed a slender arm around Anne’s shoulders. You didn’t miss the way she turned into his side, making your heart swell.

Sebastian was quiet as he wrapped you into a hug, lingering in the embrace as you stood on the train platform. As you breathed in his scent, your stomach flipped.

———

“Ow!” You rubbed the top of your head where the pin had stabbed.

“Sorry dear,” Sirona coo’d from behind, sliding the pin back through the braid to secure it, “I haven’t done anyone’s hair but my own in years.”

Garreth was set to meet you at the outskirts of Hogsmeade in an hour, escorting you to the wedding in Hogsfield a short walk north. Sirona was able to secure a deal on a secondhand dress from Gladrags, deep forest green with embroidered floral details along the hem.

“Alright…you’re all done. Let’s see a spin then, shall we?” Sirona clapped, backing away from the chair.

You stood and held out both arms, twirling once as she squealed, the smallest of smiles gracing your lips.

Sirona cradled your face in her hands, “You’re stunning, I hope you have the greatest time my dear.”

Overcome with sudden emotion, you buried your face into her shoulder, wrapping Sirona into a hug. Never knowing the privilege of having a mother, over the short time you’d known her, Sirona had become yours. Neither had vocalized it, but by the way she stroked your hair and hummed softly against your ear let you know she felt the same familial bond.

As she pulled away, a hand quickly wiped both eyes, “Go on then, don’t want to keep him waiting.”

———

The flowing material of the dress swirled around as you walked toward the north gate of Hogsmeade, a good choice on Sirona’s part because the thought of suffering through an August wedding in a heavy skirted dress made you want to pass out on sight. Garreth’s hair contrasted greatly against the green hills, facing away as you approached him just beyond the gate. His sharp dress robes made him look extremely distinguished, and rather handsome. The crunch of gravel beneath your feet revealed your presence, and he spun around with his usual effervescent smile.

“Merlin…” he breathed.

Wrapping your arms self-consciously around your body, the familiar pang of panic swept through your chest.

“Is it—is it too much? I’m sorry—“ you began, becoming flustered at the notion that you and Sirona had gone overboard with the entire ensemble.

Garreth hadn’t stopped raking his eyes up and down your form, “—No! You’re…divine.”

You let out a relieved laugh, taking his outstretched arm to begin the walk towards Hogsfield.

With his free arm, Garreth began to flex his hand repeatedly, shaking out his elbow occasionally.

“Everything alright?” You asked, eyeing him quizzically.

He continued extending his fingers, “Oh yeah, just trying to loosen up my wand arm because I have a feeling I’ll have to hex a few of my cousins for looking at my date in a less-than-appropriate way tonight.”

You rolled your eyes dramatically, unable to stop from smiling at his antics.

———

The day was beautiful. You’d never been to a wedding before, let alone a magical one. The Weasley’s were a fun bunch, and you were able to clearly see where Garreth got his mischievous energy from. During the ceremony, he kept catching your eye from the altar, contorting his face and forcing you to cover your mouth to stop from laughing audibly during the vows. He disappeared shortly after the recessional with his family, so you chose a secluded spot at one of the back tables underneath the reception tent, one where you could be a quiet observer amongst a sea of unfamiliar faces. After a few minutes, Garreth slumped into a chair, visibly out of breath, placing a glass of amber liquid in front of you.

“What is this?” You watched on as he downed his identical drink.

“Firewhisky,” he coughed.

“Why’re you so winded?”

“My mother,” he exhaled, “She’s insane! There’s no need for that many photographs to be taken of one family, it’s absurd.”

“So you just left?”

“Of course! Couldn’t miss the party, could I? Not when I have the prettiest witch waiting for me,” Coming from any other wizard, the flirtation would have made you cringe, but Garreth was so genuine and sweet that the only thing you felt was warmth.

The rest of the night was filled with laughter and so much dancing that towards the end you thought your feet would actually fall off. Garreth never left your side, introducing you to each member of the family and spinning you around to every song with the gentlest touch. It was easy with him; easy to talk, easy to laugh, easy to fall. By the last song of the night, you found yourself securely in Garreth’s arms, swaying slowly as he rested his head atop yours. As the music died, the two of you stayed rooted to the floor, unwilling to release from each other’s grasp.

“Come on, I’ll walk you home,” he whispered into your hair, leading you out into the cool night air, fingers softly threading together.

The walk back to Hogsmeade went too quickly, and by the time you found yourself standing with Garreth at the door to the Three Broomsticks, the creeping empty feeling that you had long forgotten about became prevalent.

“I had a really great time with you tonight,” Garreth said lowly, still refusing to let go of your hand.

“Me too, thank you again for inviting me,” you laughed, “and please tell your Uncle Bilius that I plan on taking him up on that World Cup offer!”

Garreth rolled his eyes, “Oh Merlin, I’ll never hear the end of it…”

A smile played at his lips as you continued to giggle, settling into a heavy silence laden with palpable tension. You studied his face as he played with your fingers, the soft glow of a nearby lantern setting his hair ablaze with warm shades of red and orange.

Continuing to stare at your conjoined hands, Garreth stilled his fingers.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispered.

The pounding of your heart was so intense that it was shocking it hadn’t burst through your chest. A million responses flew through your mind, but none of the words made it past your lips, resulting in a simple nod of approval.

Garreth captured your lips shyly, running a hand along your jawline to cradle the side of your face as you leaned into him. It was soft and gentle, even as your lips parted to grant him more access. He held you like porcelain, delicate and cautious. There was no rush, no aggression or recklessness. But most importantly…there was no passion, no spark to light the fire deep inside of your chest that had burnt out months ago. You tried, scraping the flint of desire over and over in your mind while your hands found purchase in Garreth’s hair, yet the flame never took.

———

Maybe love wasn’t supposed to be a wildfire. Maybe it was supposed to be quiet, like a warm summer breeze, easy and welcoming. The notion sat in your mind, in a deep corner waiting for a realization that you had been tossing back and forth since the night of the wedding. As the days counted down until the start of your final year at Hogwarts, Garreth had become a stable fixture. He wrote almost daily, and visited on weekends, sitting at the bar making you laugh while slinging butterbeer and firewhisky to the usual crowd of locals. You’d slowly convinced yourself that this is what you wanted, what you needed.

September 1st hung over your head like a guillotine. As elated as you were to see your friends again and be in the only place you could ever describe as home, the thought of Sebastian finding out about your new relationship made your lungs constrict. The reaction was stupid, you’d convinced yourself, yet still spent the entire walk up to the castle running through every possible scenario.

You waited for your friends by the doors of the Great Hall, picking at a loose string on the hem of your sleeve. Taking a deep breath, you settled on a final thought: You didn’t owe Sebastian anything. The tiniest voice in the catacombs of your mind answered back meekly: If that was the case, then why do you feel so guilty?

A familiar laugh filled the corridor, and you looked up to see Ominis and Sebastian entering through the large courtyard doors, the latter talking animatedly while Ominis nodded along. As the two boys approached, Sebastian caught your eye, breaking into a sly grin.

“There she is—“ he scooped you up and spun around while you stifled a laugh.

“—knock it off! I just saw you a month ago!” You giggled as he placed you back down on solid ground.

Sebastian hadn’t stopped smiling, even as Ominis leaned forward to kiss your cheek.

“Hello love,” his pale face was still a little sunburnt from his time in Feldcroft.

Sebastian motioned towards the Great Hall, “Shall we go in—“

A scarlet clad arm slung over your shoulders suddenly, looking up to find Garreth smiling down fondly, “Hello sweetheart, how are you?”

Your eyes flickered to Sebastian, watching as his smile faded into a tight line, jaw visibly clenching as he stared at the redhead currently hanging from your body. Garreth didn’t seem to notice the tension, smiling widely at both boys.

“Hello lads! Good summer?”

Sebastian narrowed his eyes at him, outright refusing to speak. Ominis, sensing his friends rage, cleared his throat.

“It was great, we all spent a lot of time together in Feldcroft. I hope yours was fun as well?” His eyes shot in your direction, sending an arrow of guilt through your body. You should’ve told him about Garreth, he’s your best friend for Merlin’s sake.

“I can’t complain,” his grip on your shoulders tightened, “not when I got to spend some of it with a certain beautiful witch.”

You wanted to sink through the flagstones and die. This is the absolute last way you wanted Sebastian to find out about Garreth, through his innuendos and charming jokes.

“Well, we should probably grab a seat at our table before it fills up,” Ominis grabbed Sebastian by the sleeve and began to pull him towards the hall. As you watched them leave, Sebastian finally set his eyes on you, taking the arrow in your still bleeding heart and twisting it lethally.

———

Ominis Gaunt was many things: seventh year Slytherin, heir to one of the most powerful Wizarding families, brilliant at complex spellwork and a savant when it came to History of Magic. But above all, Ominis Gaunt was your rock.

Sebastian had reverted back to a similar attitude he had adopted during the end of fifth year, pretending you didn’t exist while he floated around the castle like a ghost. The only difference was this time he went as far as to speak to you in short, clipped sentences during shared classes, like you were just another face in the crowd; like you had never been introduced to each other. He was trying to erase your history together. Somehow, that hurt more than him outright ignoring you.

Ominis tried his best to be a neutral party as usual, never bringing up the current situation in conversation and speaking about Sebastian as if nothing had even happened. He asked about Garreth sometimes, being the gentleman that he was, though you knew he didn’t care in the slightest capacity about your relationship with the Gryffindor. For the most part, Ominis played mediator, inserting himself between you and Sebastian so that the tension didn’t hit a catastrophic peak. He was willing to do anything to piece the trio back together.

Your relationship with Garreth was going steady, filled with soft kisses in busy hallways, holding hands through the tables in the Great Hall; nights spent sneaking out of bed to steal midnight sweets from the kitchens. It was simple, breezy and light; the complete anthesis of everything you’d ever known. So why did you feel empty?

You tried to fill the gaps with other thrills, quidditch being the main source. For the first time in years, the Hufflepuff team was actually pulling ahead, only slightly trailing Slytherin in the ranks. From what you’d heard, Imelda was running an incredibly ruthless practice schedule this year, something that you were selfishly grateful for; it meant you had to put your entire mind into training, leaving all thoughts of Garreth (and Sebastian) on the ground.

The day before a particularly important game against Ravenclaw, you snapped at Garreth for the first time, frustration beginning to bubble through the cracks in your relationship. He was being his usual playful self, attacking you with a hug following a horrifically boring Astronomy class. Already on edge about the upcoming match, paired with the mountain of yet-to-be-completed homework, his boisterous personality was doing nothing but grating on your nerves.

“Garreth, stop,” you groaned monotonously, his face finding the side of your neck to begin peppering kisses towards your jaw.

“GARRETH! I said stop—” You screeched, pushing out of his arms. His green eyes were wide with concern at your fuming expression.

“—can you please just…leave me alone for a moment,” you exhaled, avoiding his eyes entirely.

“Do you—want me to walk you to class like I usually do?” His voice was small, bleeding with confusion and sadness.

You shook your head “No, I just…need some space.”

Turning away, you strode angrily down the stairs of the tower, Garreth’s defeated eyes never leaving your retreating form.

Avoiding Garreth was difficult. Being one of the most popular boys in your year, he seemed to be everywhere at once; the only place you knew he’d be unlikely to haunt was the quidditch pitch, so on the morning of game day you decided to head down to the field early and get some warm-ups in.

You’d forgotten completely about your frustration with Garreth once the game began, putting any and all brain power and effort into completely annihilating the Ravenclaw quidditch team. As the final whistle was blown, and the Hufflepuff stands were roaring with cheers for their winning house, you slowly coasted down onto the field. Quickly overtaken by a wave of hugs and pats on the back from your teammates, you couldn’t help the smile that erupted across your face. Streams of students began to emerge onto the field, chanting for the yellow and black house that was now tied with Slytherin for first place. Two large arms wrapped around your middle and spun your body around, finding Garreth’s infectious smile staring back. You couldn’t help but return it.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to yours.

“It’s okay,” you looked up at him as he leaned to capture your lips in a gentle kiss. Before you could register what was happening, he lifted you onto his shoulders, free hand gripping onto his hair as you stabilized.

“OUT OF THE WAY! CHAMPION COMING THROUGH!” He boomed while you laughed, blushing from the increase of attention as Garreth weaved through the throngs of people towards the castle. You turned to look back at the pitch, noticing two figures sitting in the emptying stands. The glow from Ominis’ wand reflected off of his face as he got up to make the climb down the wooden stairs, while Sebastian’s eyes remained locked onto yours. He gave you a small, single congratulatory nod, causing the blood to evaporate from your body.

———

Keeping true to your promise, you wrote Anne (for the most part) once a week. Kept mostly in the dark about your previous relations with Sebastian, she tended to check up on him through her responses, and you’d have to come up with something to tell her as to not give away the fact that you hadn’t spoken to her brother since the first day of school.

The air was bitterly cold as you braved the December air to make the journey up to owlry, somehow roping Ominis into coming along. You held onto his arm as the two of you traversed the icy stone steps, enjoying the time alone together even in these unappealing conditions. Though not as frequent as before, the book swap you and Ominis had begun last year was still present; and you both chatted away in analysis of the recent novel as you navigated the tower.

“—How’s Garreth?” He asked after a lengthy description on your thoughts regarding the main character’s demise.

“He’s…fine, why do you ask?” You knew Ominis didn’t actually care about him, he barely asked about your relationship.

“I had overheard a sixth year describing a recent spat between the two of you in the Divination alcove and wondered if you were alright,” His pale eyes were trained on the steps in front of you, voice steady and unwavering as he fished for information.

Annoyance flared behind your eyes, “I’d hardly call it a spat, more of a…mild disagreement.”

“About what?”

“None of your business, Ominis.”

A tense silence fell between you. He could always see right through you, yet every time you chose to fight him on it.

“…It’s killing him, you know,” he said lowly as you reached the top of the stairs.

The wind whipped around as you stared at him quizzically, “Who? Garreth?”

Ominis shook his head sadly, “No, Sebastian. I’m afraid we’re losing him again, he’s not…he’s not here anymore—“

Memories of Sebastian’s dead eyed stare surfaced, the dark circles under his eyes prevalent as he skulked through the corridors during the end of fifth year, too lost and spiraling into dark magic to care about anything or anyone. You swallowed dryly.

“—I see a little piece of him fade every time he catches sight of you two in the halls.”

“Ominis, I can’t break up with Garreth just because Sebastian is jealous. Do you not remember everything he put me through? All of the times I cried to you about his complete disregard for my feelings?”

Ominis tipped his head to the floor and sighed, “Yes, I remember, and I’m not asking for you to break up with Weasley. I’m just asking…please just consider talking to him.”

You scoffed, “Talking to him? He’s the one that’s treated me like a ghost the past few months! I didn’t stop speaking to him—“

“—have you ever considered that it’s too painful for him to make the first move?”

The statement froze you in place.

Ominis must have sensed the confusion, because he continued on, “Sallow has a penchant for self-destruction, as we both know. He also is doomed to love things too deeply for his own good. It’s why he sabotages every relationship he’s ever had, whether it be family, friend, or romantic. I won’t excuse his actions, but I will defend his heart until I find someone else worthy to protect it—“

You leaned against the stone wall of owlry, the cold rock grounding your spinning thoughts.

“—He’s afraid to lose you completely against his will, so he’s chosen to push you away himself. I know you’ve seen him, he searches for you in every corridor, every meal in the Great Hall is punctuated by his longing glances towards your table. As a friend to both of you, it’s becoming exhausting to witness.”

You coughed out a half-laugh, eliciting a small grin from Ominis, “I won’t make any promises, but I’ll try.”

He inclined his head in acceptance.

“So…speaking of relationships. How’re things with Anne?” You smirked.

Ominis blushed, “Things are…good.”

“Have you spoken with her about your seemingly mutual affection?” You teased.

The pink on his cheeks was beginning to darken, “…Yes.”

Your brows shot up, “What?! Why didn’t you tell me?!”

Ominis shook his head in defeat, “It’s exhausting enough splitting my time between you and Sebastian, I can’t keep track of who I tell my secrets to.” “But…you’re my best friend, I tell you everything—“

“—like about Garreth?”

“…fair.”

Ominis sighed again, “You’re my best friend too, but so is Sebastian. And if I remember correctly, he used to be yours as well. Please, for my sanity and yours, try and make an effort to talk to him.”

You grabbed onto his arm once more, leading him into the owlry, “I’ll try.”

———

Mustering up the courage to talk to Sebastian was easier said than done, mainly due to Garreth’s constant presence. He seemed to orbit around you, a steady hand always glued to your back or intwined between your fingers. By the new year, you were beginning to suffocate.

The opportunity finally came after Defense class, with Garreth serving detention for a recent incident involving a bubble-head charm prank gone horribly awry. Sebastian snuck out of class the moment Professor Hecat dismissed everyone, eager to put space between the two of you as usual. As you wove your way through the lingering students, the physical distance caused you to wonder how it had gotten this bad. The two of you had been glued at the hip during fifth year, with the following one obviously resulting in you being joined completely in another way (albeit in secrecy). How had this much distance been wedged between you both?

You saw him take the shortcut through the upper corridor of the Defense Tower towards the courtyard, jogging slightly to catch up to his long strides. Reaching out, you stopped short of touching his arm; something that had come as a subconscious reaction to his presence.

“Sebastian—“ his name almost didn’t make it out of your mouth as you fell into step beside him.

He stopped abruptly, eyes filled with cautious disbelief, “Hi…”

“Hey,” you breathed, offering a tiny smile, “How are you?”

He shook his head in confusion, voice turning cold, “I’m…fine? Why do you ask?”

That hurt.

“I just—“ You swallowed all of the complex emotions bubbling up into your throat, “—we haven’t spoken in a while—“

“—we speak in class all the time.”

“You can hardly call one word acknowledgements and forced partnership a conversation, Sebastian.”

“How’s Weasley?”

There it was. The animosity and jealousy had finally surfaced.

Your eyes narrowed slightly, “He’s great, thank you for asking.”

“I assumed he’d be here, seeing as how he always seems to be attached to your body in some way,” Sebastian eyed you with a weird ferocity that began to spark your nerves.

“Don’t be cruel, Sebastian,” you muttered.

“Darling,” he growled, “You better than anyone know how cruel I can be. Commenting on Weasley’s incessant need to drag his hands over every inch of you publicly is nothing compared to what I could do.”

The timbre of his voice paired with the blatant admission of jealousy had your body scrambling for repose. The flame you had exhausted trying to ignite was now crackling, warming your core slowly. You steeled your shaking nerves.

“I have to get to practice, it was nice talking to you Sebastian,” angrily turning on your heel, you began to head in the opposite direction to grab your quidditch kit.

“Tell your boyfriend I said hello,” He called down the empty corridor, sending shivers down your spine.

———

For once, quidditch didn’t help soothe your rambling thoughts. Each lap around the pitch was half-hearted, something that the Hufflepuff captain caught onto immediately, sending you off early to “collect yourself”.

You stomped to the dormitory, kicking off your muddy boots and tossing them across the bedroom. Poppy and the other girls weren’t back from dinner yet, leaving the room completely empty to your immense relief. Falling back onto the bed, you grabbed a gold throw pillow and placed it over your face, squeezing down hard as you let out a guttural scream.

Fuck Sebastian.

Fuck his jealousy.

Fuck his stupid, melodramatic attitude.

Fuck him.

Releasing the pillow, you stared at the low wooden rafters, taking deep breaths as you tried to get Sebastian Sallow out of your head. You shouldn’t be putting this much energy into him; you weren’t his, he wasn’t yours.

You didn’t have feelings for him anymore.

You couldn’t have feelings for him anymore.

Rising up slowly, a borderline scalding bath sounded like a fantastic idea to calm your still-firing nerves. The other girls wouldn’t be back for a little bit, allowing plenty of time to dissociate in peace.

Sinking into the tub, the water burned your skin in the most delightful way, warming all the way to your bones. You sat silently, leaning your head back against the porcelain and closing your eyes, trying to calm your mind. You thought about the upcoming Hufflepuff V. Gryffindor game, the wind blowing through your hair as you rocket around the pitch, the taste of imminent victory on your tongue. Your thoughts drift to Sebastian in the stands below, watching intently with his unwavering mahogany eyes. Scowling, you switch tactics, choosing instead to think of Garreth. Sneaking through the One-Eyed-Witch passageway, hand-in-hand, as he leads you towards Honeydukes’ storage room. He spins around and pins you to the cold tunnel wall and begins a tender assault on your neck. As your hands find his hair, you tug gently and are startled at the lack of length to it. Pulling back, your eyes trace the freckled face inches from yours, searching for the emerald green eyes of your Gryffindor, only to be met with twin hickory flames. Sebastian’s deft hands ghosted your body, gripping tighter to consume every sense. You didn’t fight the thought this time, only sinking lower into the water and letting your hands roam your burning body. As your fingers found desired purchase, an exasperated, desperate breath escaped your mouth as you dove headfirst into thoughts of someone other than your boyfriend.

———

Guilt burrowed its way quickly into your psyche, setting up camp in the front of your brain and consuming your waking thoughts. The dormant feelings being harbored for Sebastian had now fully surfaced, knocking you flat on your back. Seeing Garreth made your stomach churn, knowing that every time he took your hand or kissed you goodbye, in the back of your head you wished it was someone else. It didn’t take long to realize you needed to break up with him.

It wasn’t like before, when you had ended things originally with Sebastian; Garreth had done nothing wrong, if anything he had been too good of a boyfriend, more than you deserved, honestly. The thought of breaking his golden heart was killing you slowly.

You’d been putting off the inevitable for weeks, going through the motions while you contemplated how to end the relationship in the least damaging way possible, but by the beginning of February, Garreth forced your hand.

He bounded up to you at the Central Hall fountain, grinning broadly as he wrapped both arms around your body.

“What’re your plans for Valentines Day my love?” He murmured into your hair as your blood pressure spiked.

“I—I don’t have any…” forming words was difficult, everything that you needed to say swirling beneath the surface but refusing to come out.

“Brilliant, because I have an idea—“

You couldn’t do this to him anymore.

“—Garreth,” you interjected, looking up at his excited expression, “Can we…go somewhere?”

His face fell slightly, “Like, right now?”

You nodded, beginning to walk down the stairs towards the courtyard as Garreth warmed your hand in his. The bitterly cold Highland air mimicked the current temperature of your veins; in a way, it brought a strange comfort, knowing that the world was just as desolate as you felt. Pulling your scarf tighter, you led Garreth to the large tree you’d spent so many warmer days lounging with Ominis and Sebastian. Beneath the barren branches, you spun to face your fate. Even outside in the freezing cold, Garreth was radiant; the scarlet in his robes complementing the warm tones of his hair. There was no backing out of this now, doing so would be selfish, he deserved better.

“Everything alright?” He grinned, eyes showing an underlying apprehension.

Is this what sinking in quicksand felt like?

Your lungs constricted as you tried to fill them, “Garreth, I—I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”

The statement came out more abruptly than you would’ve liked, and you made the mistake of watching his face fall completely, eyes growing darker in the harsh winter sun.

You would have welcomed any Unforgivable at this point, frankly.

After a beat of insufferable silence, he spoke.

“I don’t understand…”

And then all of the words began to spill from your mouth at once.

“Garreth, you’re too good for me. You deserve someone wonderful who can return all of the love and devotion you so willingly give! I can’t—I can’t be that person—“

“—Does this have anything to do with Sallow?” He said it so casually, without any hint of malice or jealousy.

You nodded once, allowing him the same honesty he had always given you.

The corner of his lip raised slightly, “I see the way he looks at you, y’know. In a way, I always knew you two had a weird connection, I just thought maybe I was imagining it—“

“Garreth—“

“No, it’s alright, I’m not angry, I’m just…sad that I can’t call you mine.”

“I don’t belong to anyone, Garreth…”

He raised a brow, “Tell that to Sallow. He looks at me like a petulant child would if someone stole their favorite toy—”

You tried not to smile, knowing the exact glare he was referring to.

“—and he watches you like a wolf. This overprotective, hungry gaze that frankly always makes me uncomfortable every time I’ve caught it. At first, I thought it was because you two were still close friends and he was just looking out for your wellbeing, but eventually I noticed it was different from that, there’s a heat behind it I can’t explain.”

You knew that look as well, it was the same one Sebastian used to give across the Great Hall as he sat beside Imelda, holding your gaze while he pretended the hands roaming beneath the table were yours.

“Garreth, I’m sorry,” you whispered, head hung in defeat.

“Don’t be,” he lifted your chin with a finger, “I’m grateful for the time we spent together. Selfishly, I wish it was longer obviously, but it was fun while it lasted.”

Unable to contain your emotions any longer, you hugged him, “Garreth Weasley, you are the most unselfish person I’ve ever met.”

He kissed the top of your head, a movement that caused tears to prick at your eyes. You didn’t deserve his kindness.

“Promise you won’t be a stranger, that’s all I ask,” he whispered.

“Of course not, I could never,” you squeezed his middle before letting go, “Besides, who will I copy my Potions homework from?”

Garreth broke into a grin, offering to walk you to the Great Hall for lunch, and you graciously took his arm, the weight of everything feeling just a tiny bit lighter.

———

Word traveled fast about your romance with Garreth fizzling out, the hushed whispers seemingly following you throughout the hallways. Garreth himself showed no animosity, still offering to walk you to class some days, something that eased the tension in your heart greatly. Things with Sebastian were stagnant, the attempt to speak to him weeks ago resulting in more silence. Ominis on the other hand, had grown more vocal about how extremely asinine he thought the two of you were being, going as far as referring to you both as his “children” any chance he could.

As Spring rolled around, and the grounds around the castle began to thaw, you received an opportunity to revisit an old pastime, one that you weren’t sure you even wanted to go back to.

Lucan Brattleby had practically run face first into you in the Great Hall one morning, frantic and out of breath.

“I’m so glad I found you,�� he exhaled, taking gulping breaths to regain composure.

You stared at him quizzically, throwing a schoolbag strap over your shoulder to leave, “What can I help you with Lucan?”

“Can you take over Crossed Wands until the end of the year? My mum will kill me if I don’t pass my OWL’s, and I don’t have the time to study between class, dueling club, and homework!”

You shook your head. Crossed Wands had been put in the past, knowing that Sebastian still frequented the club.

“Sorry Lucan, I don’t duel anymore,” You began to leave the hall, the younger boy scurrying after you.

“Please, please, please! I’ll be forever in your debt! You’re the only one I trust! If you can’t do it, I’ll have to disband the club, and we’ve all worked so hard…” His voice became sad and distant, pulling at your heartstrings. You loved Crossed Wands, it was the first group of people that made you feel like you belonged in the magical world. You owed Lucan for bringing you that simple joy.

Spinning on your heel, he almost barreled into you.

“Fine,” you scowled, “but just until the end of the term.”

Lucan swept you into a bone-crushing hug before scampering off down the hallway, “Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“You owe me, Brattleby!” You called after him.

“Noted!” He shouted before disappearing towards the greenhouses.

———

On the walk to the Clock Tower, you tried to think of anything besides seeing Sebastian. According to Ominis, he hadn’t reacted at all to the news of your breakup with Garreth, in fact, he had become even more absent from your life (if that were even possible). You’d see him in class, sitting far ahead of you, but you’d never catch him in the hallways. He’d also begun to take meals in the Slytherin Common Room, avoiding the Great Hall altogether. Part of you expected him to avoid Crossed Wands as well, but upon entering the Clock Tower, his eyes were the first that you saw. Leaning back casually on the steps, he followed you with an intense gaze, the rest of of his expression neutral as you stood in the center of the room.

“Hello everyone!” You refused to look at him, eyes sweeping over the rest of the members scattered throughout the tower, “Lucan asked me to take over Crossed Wands for the rest of the term—“

Your eyes locked onto Natty, who was eagerly bouncing on her toes, smile beaming from across the room. Behind her, Leander grinned, both of their encouragement giving you the boost you so desperately needed.

“—I’d love to see what you’ve all been working on, so let’s start off with a quick warm-up round. Volunteers, come to the center!”

The first meeting of Crossed Wands under your direction went exceedingly well, Lucan had taught the club a lot in your absence, with many of the younger members now being able to hold their own during solo duels. Sebastian didn’t fight during this meeting, choosing to stay in his reclined position and be a silent observer. You made a point to say goodbye to each member as they left, lingering behind for any questions on formation or incantations.

As you smiled at the final student, you turned to grab your bag, realizing suddenly that Sebastian was still there, standing in the center of the room, twirling his wand absentmindedly in his fingers. You continued to ignore him, along with the increased rhythm of your heartbeat, as you grabbed your bag from the floor. As the strap looped over your shoulder, a stinging heat blew past your head. Looking in the direction it came from, you saw Sebastian with his wand raised, a familiar smirk gracing his face.

“What’re you playing at?” You scowled, eyes narrowing at his smug expression.

He flicked his wand again, shooting red sparks at your feet.

“Sebastian, knock it off.”

Another flick, and the strap of your bag severed, dumping its contents onto the flagstones.

“What’s your fucking problem, Sallow?!”

Sebastian got what he wanted, and you ripped your wand out of your pocket, shooting an immediate depulso blast, knocking him backwards.

You waited as he got to his feet, “I’m not dueling you, Sebastian.”

“What’re you afraid of?” He resumed his stance, corner of his mouth upturned devilishly as he shot a basic cast.

Blocking effortlessly, you returned it towards him, “Definitely not you.”

Sebastian cast a stunning spell that was quickly dodged.

“Could’ve fooled me,” he said cooly.

The two of you continued to dance around each other’s spells. From the outside, one would think you were purposely missing each other, but in actuality you were perfectly matched, knowing each other inside and out, able to predict the next move.

“What’re you talking about?” You dodged another spell.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” his ability to maintain a cool head during duels had always amazed you, voice level and devoid of emotion.

You dropped your wand arm in disbelief, “I’ve been avoiding you?!”

Sebastian caught your non-dominant arm with a stinging hex, the sharp pain radiating down to your fingertips like a lighting strike. The pain awakened something in you, unlocking the emotions that you had locked up inside for so long. Pandora’s box had been opened, the contents spilling out like a dam break, prepared to consume everything in their wake. You began to slash violently at Sebastian, not even paying attention to what spells you were throwing.

“You shut me out! You tried to erase me from your life like nothing ever happened! I haven’t spoken to you in months, Sebastian! All of this after I was forced to watch you flaunt your relationship with Imelda last year—“

“—You ended things with me!” Sebastian broke his shield to throw a quick spell, matching your intensity.

“BECAUSE IT WAS KILLING ME!” Tears were streaming down your face now, all while you continued to shoot towards him, blasting holes into the stone walls of the tower.

He threw up another shield and advanced forward, “How do you think I felt?! Watching you with Weasley all year? His disgusting hands all over your body—“

“—You have no claim over me Sebastian, we weren’t together when I began dating Garreth—“

He continued forward as you slashed your wand through the air, each spell ricocheting off in an explosion of sparks. Sebastian was growing closer, eyes dark and jaw clenched.

“You’re right,” he growled, “I have no claim over you—“

A brief pause in spellwork was used to his advantage, casting a binding spell that rendered you helpless.

“—but I’ve been yours since the moment we met,” he was inches away, staring at your stiff body, eyes filled with sadness, longing, and desire, “From the very first time I heard your voice, saw that determined little frown you get when you’re dueling, witnessed your unbridled strength—you had me completely.”

You stopped trying to break the bind, tears streaming heavier as you watching Sebastian’s face slowly fall, eyes becoming wistful as he looked at you.

“I know I ruined everything, and I don’t deserve your forgiveness—hell, I don’t even deserve your friendship, but I promise I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you,” he said lowly, flicking his wand to release the bind.

Every muscle in your body relaxed, your arm snapping upwards to press the tip of your wand into his neck.

“I don’t forgive you,” your voice was low, wavering slightly from the constriction caused by the still falling tears, “I hate you.”

“I don’t believe that…” he whispered, pressing forward more so that your wand was now lodged beneath his jawline. His dark eyes swept over your face, and you felt like your body was on fire.

“Fuck you Sebastian, you don’t know—“

Sebastian crashed his lips into yours, your wand clattering onto the floor as both hands found purchase in his hair.

Flames licked your body as he trailed the heat down your neck, bruising the delicate skin with each movement of his mouth. Gasping, you tried to stamp the fire out, fighting against the hot tendrils snaking their way to your core.

“—I hate you…” the whisper came out like a stolen secret, quiet and hurried.

Sebastian bit down harshly on the juncture between your neck and shoulder, “…say it like you mean it.”

The fire was beginning to overtake you, burning through muscle and bone until erupting into a violent blaze. Leaning into the flames, you let it burn.

A strangled moan escaped your lips, answered quickly by a low growl emanating from Sebastian’s throat.

“That’s what I fucking thought,” He ripped you off the floor, hoisting you upwards to wrap both legs around his waist. From there, it was a ravenous dance of limbs and torn clothing; an aggressive, passionate waltz to the symphonic sound of heaving breaths and echoed moans. It was all consuming. It was everything.

Afterwards, as you laid on the flagstones of the dark Clock Tower atop a heap of cloaks and garments, you traced Sebastian’s freckles like constellations. He delicately grasped your hand, placing the softest of kisses to the palm, a stark contrast from moments ago. His eyes were warm as they gazed back, and you felt the smoldering wick in your chest ache.

“Sebastian—“ you murmured, while he returned a contented hum in response.

“—No more secrets, no more hiding. We’re either in this entirely, or not at all.”

Gently smoothing a hand across your cheek, he stared at you with the utmost seriousness, “I’m yours, as long as you’ll have me.”

You closed the space between you, kissing him slowly, “…and I’m yours.”

You felt Sebastian grin as he began to work along your jaw, stopping at the juncture of your ear to whisper “Say it again…”

“I’m yours.”

He moved to hover above you, “…again.”

A sharp bite had you gasping, “Yours—“

Sebastian pressed his body to yours, lifting his head to meet your lips.

“Mine,” he growled, before kissing you with enough heat to light every torch in the castle.

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A Final Note: Some of you wanted MC to end up with someone other than Sebastian, and I apologize if anyone is disappointed. There was never another option in my head; MC and Sebastian are both morally grey and have a lot of shared trauma. They are truly twin flames to me, and will either consume each other and become stronger together, or burn out entirely; the answer to that, I leave up to interpretation <3

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