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little-emerald-snake · 2 months

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Any chance we can pretty please get a spice level 1000 smut with ominis and mc?

You write so well and atm all im seeing on tumblr is seb.

Im an omi girl and im starving lol

If your current circumstances permit, could you delve into your deepest darkest smut mind and give us a golden heap of descriptive and intricate filth? Haha xxx

We all love you.

I squeal whenever you post. Xxxxx

Hope youre doing well

Did you just come from the Undercroft!? - Ominis Gaunt X F!MC

🔥 NSFW 🔞 MDNI

Ohhh boy this one is wayyyy better than my last Doninis request so I apologize. But holy heck…this came from the dark fucked up recesses of my brain so enjoy that 🤣 Thanks for reading love, I’m doing much better after cutting back how much I’ve been writing, I feel rejuvenated and have much better inspiration (ignore the fact I’m posting twice a week again 🙄) 🫶🏻

Warnings: reliving the trauma of Ominis yelling at you for coming out of the Undercroft, Dominis, degradation, name calling (seriously I did not hold back), spitting, spit swallowing, clit/pussy spanking, rough fingering, squirting, spanking thighs and ass, unprotected rough sex, marking, threats of impregnation, threats of defamation, gaslighting, so much use of the word slut, overstimulation, crying during sex, degradation, oral m receiving, cum swallowing, no aftercare (hang in there loves, it’s a tough one)

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She carefully stepped out from the undercroft, glancing around to see the coast was clear before stepping out. Much to her surprise the familiar blonde Slytherin stood there almost as if he was headed there himself. “Hello Sebastian. Wait.”

Her heart began to race in her chest and she momentarily debated making a run for it or staying absolutely silent and pretending she wasn’t there at all. “You there. I can hear you.”

Well there went that plan. The blind Slytherin wasn’t to be trifled with. That much she knew. No sense in hiding if he already knew that she was in fact there and it wasn’t in fact his best friend. “Oh, hello Ominis, isn’t it? I believe we have a few classes together, right?”

The blonde's brows rose and he looked momentarily puzzled before standing a bit straighter. “I recognize that voice. Heard you talking to Garreth Weasley in Potions class. You’re the new fifth-year.”

She was about to cheerily agree but a scowl met his features and her stomach sunk. He looked absolutely furious. “Did you just come from the Undercroft? How did you get in there?”

She swallowed nervously, deciding in that moment that she wouldn’t rat out Sebastian after he’d taken the fall for her in the library. “Oh? That room’s called ‘the Undercroft?’ Ah. Well, I was exploring and suddenly found myself in a strange passageway-“

He frowned deeply, interrupting her with a cutting tone. “Don’t lie to me. No one ‘stumbles’ upon that room. Sebastian told you, didn’t he?”

He suddenly shifted closer to her, nearly pinning her against the clock decorated door to the Undercroft and she swallowed again. “I can’t risk you telling anyone about this place, you know. Sebastian’s going to get an earful about this. He gets into enough trouble as it is and doesn’t need your help in doing so. Come with me.”

He stepped away from her, bringing his wand up to guide him before grabbing her arm and yanking her away from the opening. He carefully opened the passageway to the Undercroft and shoved her inside, stepping in after her and gripping her arm again.

She stumbled as he easily guided her to the couch and tossed her down roughly. She debated getting up and making a run for it but he stood right in front of her, blocking her exit unless she jumped over the back of the sofa. “I’m going to punish you for lying on behalf of Sebastian. I bet he only showed you this place so he wouldn’t be interrupted while taking your sweet pussy. He should know better. This is my hideout. He shouldn’t be bringing his mischievous romps down here anyway.”

She stuttered over her words, anxious as Ominis’ body language changed and his words lost their proper tone and changed to a different, more demanding tone. “I-I…we weren’t doing anything like that. H-he simply was showing me a place to work on my magic since I’m behind. I-I swore I wouldn’t tell anyone about it and I meant that. I-I’d never-“

He tsked her, placing a finger under her chin and tipping her head up to look at him. “You’re loyal to Sebastian. Not me. Therefore I can’t trust you. As for Sebastian, he’s showing you the Dark Arts isn't he? You’re learning the curses with him aren’t you? You will not sully my Undercroft with Dark Magic or your vile sexual acts.”

She pressed herself against the back of the couch, heartbeat thundering behind her ribs all the way down between her legs. She couldn’t explain why his anger was working her up but it was.

He chuckled, wand blinking in his hand. “My my, your heart sure is beating away. Partially because you're scared but there’s something more isn’t there? What? Sebastian teaching you the Dark Arts is riling you up is it? Are you greedy for power? You do realize I’m a Gaunt, right? Sallow is a pureblood wizard but I’m a direct pureblooded descendant of Salazar himself. My blood runs thicker with tragedy than any other wizarding family known to the wizarding world.”

Her mouth went dry. That wasn’t what she was about at all. It had nothing to do with power or learning the Dark Arts which she actually feared. But the way he was speaking to her, boasting himself up and almost trying to compete with Sebastian for her attention had her going. This was a very different side to Ominis.

He snickered, tucking his wand away and lowering himself to kneel on the couch with his hands on the tips of the cushions behind her and his knee between her legs. Her body went rigid when hot breath ghosted across her neck and a hand caressed her stomach, slowly adding pressure and moving downwards. “That’s right. I know you’re a pureblood. I could easily fill you with a Gaunt heir and you would very quickly become an important witch. Your name would be in everyone’s mouth.”

His hand now lifted the hem of her skirt and she nearly choked when a devious smirk decorated Ominis’ features. Shame burned through her. “No bloomers on. You filthy slut. Now I’m sure of it. You were down here trying to fuck Sebastian weren’t you. He’s ever the playboy you know. He’ll stick his cock in anything. You aren’t special.”

Her heart raced, squirming as his fingers traced up her inner thigh to find her soaking wet pussy. He groaned, yanking her skirt up and moving her knees apart a bit to spit directly onto her sex. The action caught her off guard but he flattened his palm, rubbing her pussy with his flattened fingers by starting slow and getting rougher.

She held back whimpers and moans but this only made him angrier. She gasped as his free hand moved off the cushions and squeezed her cheeks. The action forced her lips to open and that was when he spit inside her mouth, fingers still roughly rubbing against her sensitive sex.

She hesitated, freezing with his spit in her mouth now and unsure what to do. He chuckled darkly, seeming to sense her dilemma. “Swallow it. Filthy slut. You better consider this an honor.”

She swallowed. It felt wrong but that didn’t stop her body from responding with hot electric tingles spreading down her body. He chuckled, finding her clit with the ball of his palm and rubbing aggressively. The sensation it caused danced on the line of torture and pleasure. The pressure was too much but that didn’t stop her hips from canting upwards.

This was all too much. She was careening toward an orgasm, hips bucking and moving to try and wring pleasure from the overstimulating torture. In a moment of relief he pulled his hand away, spitting down on her pussy again, releasing her jaw and caging her in with his arm. She thought the torturous pleasure would be done but that’s when his palm reunited with her sex in a loud slap.

The sound got her more than anything but the intense heat that burned from the sensation of the spank caused her to whine. He only grinned spanking a few more times in quick succession.

She reached down to grip his wrist and pull him away but he only chuckled, overpowering her with strength and shoving two fingers inside. She lost her battle, still holding his wrist but no longer pushing him away as he began a brutal pace, finger fucking her rather agressively. “This is how you learn, useless slut.”

It was intense but she couldn’t deny it had her hips lifting in pleasure again. Especially when those long slender fingers curled, hammering directly against her g spot and dragging her closer to the edge her body was teetering on. “Ah! Oh Ominis! I-I’m gonna-!”

He kept up the brutal pace, laughing at her pitiful behavior below him as he kneeled over her and drove her to the brink. She gave a sharp cry, body arching upwards as a pressure she’d never felt before took over. “You’re not supposed to like this, greedy little slut.”

When the pressure faded and the high of her orgasm faded she floated back to reality, ears still lightly ringing. She could hear Ominis’ condescending tone trying to break through.

After a moment she finally registered when he was saying. “How dare you make a mess of the furniture in my Undercroft. Look at this fucking mess. Are you listening to me!? Your pleasure should be irrelevant to me.”

She opened her eyes, glancing down between her legs where Ominis had pulled his now dripping fingers away to motion at the damp cushions below her. Luckily for him, he’d managed to dive away before getting splashed with her mess as his clothes were dry. His hand and the furniture below her had no such luck.

She had hot tears welling in her eyes. She’d never squirted before and now from something so rough. How could this have happened? She didn’t have long to process before Ominis’ hand landed on her parted thigh with a slap that echoed through the stone walls of the room.

She gasped, the heat that blossomed to the top of her skin, making it red and sensitive, surprising her. He spanked her again just a bit higher and she snapped her legs shut, causing him to laugh. “What? Can’t take a punishment properly? You shouldn’t have lied to me then, you stupid girl.”

She whimpered and he took her hand, helping her up. She sighed a breath of relief. It was short lived though as he flipped her over and positioned her on her hands and knees in front of him, yanking her skirt up to leave her bare before him.

His palm came down hard on the round cheek of her ass, causing her to gasp and lurch forward in surprise. “That’s for making a such a fucking mess.”

She peered over her shoulder, swallowing harshly as she heard the zipper of his trousers and felt the blunt tip of him against her entrance. She didn’t have time to deny him as he shoved into her, slamming his hips forward and burying himself inside her wet warmth.

She gasped, biting into her lip at the slight sting of such a quick intrusion. He filled her so completely full she’d never felt anything like it. She gasped when he moved, dragging himself back out and grunting as he stuffed himself right back in.

He held her hips in a firm grasp, fucking into her agressively. With every slam of his hips it became just a bit clearer that this fucking was meant as a punishment. Yes it felt incredible but his pace was brutal, rough and quick and meant to get a point across.

Just as she was beginning to fall into pleasure and tighten around him he was pulling out of her and flipping her onto her back. He wasted little time slamming back into her and resuming the animalistic pace of fucking her.

He leant down over her, baring his teeth against her neck and scraping against her delicate skin. He fucked her faster, biting and suckling bruises into her soft skin.

The pleasure was driving her closer and closer to the edge but she knew people would surely question her about the hickeys he was leaving. She attempted to shove him off, causing a snarl to rise from his throat and he released her abused flesh and growled against her ear. “If you tell anyone it was me who marked you, I’ll deny it. I’ll tell everyone you’re a filthy little liar and that you are nowhere near my league. I’ll publically humiliate you. Is that what you want?”

She pitifully shook her head and tears bubbled up to the surface. She was moaning and crying, pain, pleasure and emotional whiplash being the cause. But her body shook and she experienced a soul shredding orgasm. Fat hot tears rolled down her cheeks as she rippled around him, whimpering and crying out as she came.

He growled in frustration, pulling out of her and falling back against the couch, pulling her with and seating her in his lap. “How dare you cum on my cock without my permission. You’re going to fucking earn it this time, you hear that slut? Ride me to get your pleasure since you’re such a greedy cock slut.”

She was so lost in the pleasure and the chaos that she did, placed her hands on his shoulders and rolled her hips on his, riding him and whimpering. “That’s right. Take my cock. Forget all about dallying with Sebastian. Enabling him like a naughty little bitch behind my back. Stupid girl, playing with the Dark Arts.”

She cried, overwhelmed from how good it felt to fuck him and how hot it was to be degraded by him but his words did cut deep. She hadn’t slept with Sebastian at all but the idea that Ominis wanted to fuck Sebastian out of her system lit a fire inside of her. He laughed heartily at her tears. “Are you overwhelmed silly slut? Can’t take being told what a useless and dumb little hole you are? Thats alright. I’m done with your pussy. Get on the floor where sluts belong. This filthy pussy isn’t good enough to be bred by a Gaunt. Your mouth will have to do.”

He practically shoved her off, more or less tossing her to the floor before sliding forward on the seat and gripping a fistful of her hair and using her mouth. She watched through watery eyes as he fucked her mouth, pumping her mouth full of thick, hot, salty cum.

She immediately wanted to spit it out but he pinched her nose and pulled his cock out, forcing her head back and brushing down the front of her throat till she swallowed his essence. He laughed meanly, tapping her cheek. “That’s right. You’re a good slut. Even if you are an absolute shit liar.”

He stood up, straightening himself out and putting himself back together before pulling his wand from his robe pocket and sauntering towards the door. “No more encouraging Sebastian to get into trouble? You hear me? If he comes up with some ‘brilliant plan’ you bring it to me immediately. Now, go clean up and go to bed…although, I must admit you are prettier when you’re overstimulated. And remember what I said. You tell anyone anything about this and I’ll have this entire school pitted against you. I’m not afraid to exploit my father being friends with Headmaster Black if I need to.”

Without another word he left her, tears streaming, throat raw, and pussy aching from the roughness.

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shadowtriovibes · 11 months

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pt. iii: sweat it out

pt. i: break a sweat || pt. ii: blood, sweat and tears || pt. iv: never let 'em see you sweat

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

Rating: E

Word Count: 3.3K

Warnings: 18+, aged-up characters, explicit sexual content, unprotected PIV sex, fluff and smut, quidditch jersey porn, sexy massages, dirty talk, romanticizing doggy style

Summary: born of two requests: "what about sebastian fucking the reader while she's wearing his quidditch jersey. i can see him going feral when he sees his last name on her back" and "Maybe for Part 3, MC is giving Bash a much needed massage after all of his HARD quidditch practices and games… in nothing but his jersey."

Sebastian reluctantly turns over onto his stomach so that you can sit astride his hips. As soon as you rest your weight on top of him, he exhales tiredly as if he’s just set down a towering stack of books at the librarian’s desk – like he’s let go of a weight he hadn’t realized had slowly become so burdensome in his arms. "Relax," you murmur. "I've got you." Then he tilts his head to rest on his folded hands. You know he can’t quite see you at an angle this, but you still catch just a glimpse of his warm brown eyes before they flutter shut.

Climbing all the way up to the Room of Requirement after one of his weekend Quidditch practices must be excruciating for Sebastian, you think.

After practice, he’s usually sore just about everywhere – from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet he positively aches. Having seen him in action you know that he’ll often race upwards of a hundred kilometers on his broom simply doing laps around the pitch and tracking down the school’s enchanted practice Snitches.

To make matters worse, he’s forced to skip breakfast to be at the pitch by sun-up on strict orders from his captain, who goes on to keep the team well past eleven. Now he must be starving, but if you know your love, he’ll steadfastly ignore the temptation to go straight to the Great Hall for lunch and instead make the trek up to the seventh-floor corridor.

That’s precisely why you’re waiting for him there.

In the mornings when he has practice, you like to treat yourself to a bit of a lie-in and lazily wait around for his return so you can have lunch together. You would be happy to meet him downstairs when he returns to the castle, but lately, Anne and Ominis have protested whenever Sebastian joins the lunch table straight from practice still flushed, sweating, and covered in mud from the waist down.

(Those two have become exponentially more autocratic since they started courting.)

Thus, Sebastian usually decides to be a gentleman and change first.

In the months since the start of Quidditch season and Sebastian’s first overnight stay in the Room of Requirement, he’s slowly started bringing in his belongings until he’d effectively moved out of the dormitories and into a shared nest with you. Most of his clothes were there by now, along with his endless piles of library books and his cherished personal collection of secondhand novels from Tomes and Scrolls.

You assume he’ll probably want to quickly strip off his mucked-up robes and find something clean to change into so he can escort you downstairs for lunch. But despite the exhausting morning he must have already had, you don’t feel quite enough pity for your Sebastian to take it easy on him when he finally arrives.

When he enters the room, he finds you lounging on the bed reading one of his beloved Muggle novels – wearing nothing but one of his Quidditch jerseys.

“Sebastian!” you call out happily when you look up.

“Morning, love,” he answers as he shoves the heavy door closed.

“You’re finally free,” you joke, closing your book. “I thought I’d have to come down to the pitch soon and challenge Imelda to a duel to get her to set you loose.”

“I won’t mind seeing that,” he laughs. “That would have been quite chivalrous of you.”

He shrugs out of his Quidditch robes and pulls his own soaking-wet shirt up over his head. You watch longingly as his core flexes – all those hours on a broom have made him exceptionally well-defined, and you wish you could simply get on your knees right then and there to spend your morning tracing your tongue over every delineated band of muscle.

“You know,” he teases, pulling you from your reverie. “I had planned to just put on a clean shirt to go down to lunch, but it seems you’ve nicked my spare.”

“Did I?” you say, feigning innocence. “I just grabbed the first thing I could find, I swear.”

Sebastian glances at you skeptically before sitting down at what has become “his” desk to take off his boots. You frown when you catch him wincing while he bends at the waist.

“Are you hurt?” you ask him softly.

“No,” he insists. “Just sore all over.”

“Bash,” you croon. “Poor babe.”

“Come off it, I’m fine,” he laughs. “I just need some food and a nice long bath and I’ll be grand.”

You climb off the bed and saunter over to him in his chair, appreciating the way his eyes skim across the hem of his pilfered jersey. With every step, your hips sway and tease him with quick glimpses of the tops of your bare legs.

“Are you sure?” you ask sweetly. “Because if you’re feeling poorly, I can take care of you.”

Not even the promise of dry clothes and a warm meal could pull Sebastian’s attention from such a tempting offer, especially not while you’re wearing his clothes.

He sits back in his chair while you kneel in front of him to carefully unlace his Quidditch boots. After you take off his pads as well, it’s just too easy to climb onto his lap and wind your arms around his shoulders.

Sebastian’s gaze dips down to the space between your legs. He lays one palm flat against your thigh and uses his thumb to ruck up the hem of the jersey just a bit.

“You haven’t got anything on under this, do you?” he asks knowingly.

“Not a stitch,” you breathe.

Sebastian groans quietly and wraps an arm around your waist to hold you tightly against him.

“Leave it on,” he says in a low voice. “I want to see you in my jersey the entire time I’m taking you apart.”

“Not so fast, Sallow,” you counter. “Let me give you a massage first, it will help with the soreness.”

“A ‘massage?’” he asks hopefully.

When you merely raise an eyebrow at him, he looks simply crushed.

“You’re joking,” he says flatly. “You… you actually mean to ‘take care’ of me? In an actual ‘nurse-me-back-to-health’ sort of way?”

“I mean both the regular way and the devious way,” you laugh. “But if you’re aching right now, it’s not going to be much fun for you.”

“You are sincerely wrong about that,” he argues, but you’re undeterred.

“Let me do this first,” you bargain. “I promise you’ll feel better afterward.”

There’s a bit more whining and attempts to seduce you as you wriggle free of Sebastian’s lap and tug on his arm so he’ll walk over to the bed. He strips down to the garment layer he wears beneath his uniform pants and kindly allows you to shove him onto the bed.

He’s peering up at you expectantly, obviously hoping you’ll cave and climb onto his lap once again.

“Turn over, Sebastian,” you say with a fond eye roll. “On your stomach.”

“You’re malicious,” he gripes. “An evil, wicked sorceress.”

“Relax,” you murmur. “I’ve got you.”

Then he tilts his head to rest on his folded hands. You know he can’t quite see you at an angle this, but you still catch just a glimpse of his warm brown eyes before they flutter shut.

Go on, he says without words. Touch me. I trust you.

You think you could just stay here all day with your hands on his slightly-chilly skin. Warming him up to your touch, you skim your hands across his firm shoulder blades, along the tops of his sun-kissed shoulders, and then down the solid expanse of aching muscle in his back. He’s so broad beneath you, you think, even on his stomach. Without his height to add to the imposing figure he usually cuts, he nevertheless looks perfectly capable of rolling you off of him should he desire.

Knowing that there’s very little he could desire less sends an excited shiver through you. It’s a privilege, getting to be gentle with a man like Sebastian.

After all, except for when his hands are on your body, Sebastian is anything but gentle. He’s headstrong, impulsive, and obstinately ungovernable when he knows he’s in the right. Physically, he’s grown into a body that matches.

You shouldn’t be surprised that despite playing as a Seeker, Sebastian is not the kind of athlete who relies on being lithe and quick on his broom. Whenever he finds himself in a dead heat for the Snitch, he routinely throws his whole body into a maneuver and hurdles himself into his opposing Seeker to knock them off their path.

He’s brutish on the pitch and offers no apologies for it, though he will extend a gentlemanly hand whenever he bests the other Seeker to their prize.

Worst of all is that he has no fear of mutually assured destruction. He wants to win, sure; but more importantly, he wants the other team to lose. If that means both he and his opponent must crash into the ground in a pile of torn sports robes and grass stains before being hauled up to the Hospital Wing by an exasperated Nurse Blainey, so be it.

(Needless to say, you aren’t the only one who calls him “Bash” anymore.)

You consider all this while you quietly work through some of the larger knots that have built up in the muscles of his back. His body has kept hold of a momentous amount of trauma over the years, and if you can help dissolve even a fraction of it with your hands, you’ll be overjoyed.

Carefully you splay the palms of your hands against his bare skin and concentrate hard on spreading warmth and relaxation through the striations of Sebastian’s muscles. You visualize your magic wrapping through the infinitely small tears and bruises he’s endured to diffuse a relief that emanates a warm, pinkish glow you can genuinely see.

“What’s happening?” Sebastian asks, his voice slurred.

“How do you feel?” you whisper.

“Incredible,” he breathes. “Are you…? Is this magic that you’re doing? Ancient magic?”

“I’m not exactly sure,” you admit softly. “Regular magic, ancient magic… It’s probably a bit of both.”

“How did you–?” Sebastian asks before trailing off in a lazy, satisfied moan. “Merlin, it feels good.”

“Anne’s been showing me some of the healing magic she’s been studying with Nurse Blainey,” you say softly. “It’s actually quite interesting, Anne is quite talented with–”

“No more talking about Anne for a little while, love,” Sebastian grits out. “Just – just keep doing whatever it is you’re doing. Please.”

You giggle softly while you slide your hands down further to the base of his spine, where you know for a fact he carries an unjust amount of tension. It’s precisely there that he stores his worries about upcoming N.E.W.T. exams, his all-important role on the Quidditch team, and the pressure he puts on himself to succeed so he can take care of Anne once you all graduate – you too, now, even though you insist you’ll be equals in every way possible.

“Feeling a bit better?” you ask him hopefully.

“Can’t remember the last time I felt this good,” he mumbles. “You should be a Healer.”

“I don’t know about that,” you demur. “I rather like the idea of only doing this for you.”

Sebastian’s soft groan sounds like one of assent.

You channel magic through him for a few more moments until you notice that he finally feels less inflamed beneath your fingertips. Then you let the glow fade away until it’s just you and Sebastian, no more magic thrumming between where your bodies touch.

He’s quiet for several long moments and you wonder whether you might have simply magicked him to sleep.

“Bash?” you whisper. “Are you alright?”

All of a sudden, he’s remarkably alive beneath you. He cants one hip to tip you off of his back and onto the bed beside him, earning an annoyed huff out of you when you land on your rear. But before you can put the words together to protest, he’s parting your legs with his hands so he can settle between them and rucking up the jersey until he can see your bare core.

“You’re incredible,” he tells you earnestly. “I feel better than I have in months, love.”

“Th-that’s good,” you stutter, a bit bewildered.

He continues, “And I’m going to return the favor right this minute.”

You barely have time to blink before he’s kissing you breathless and rocking his hips against yours. You gasp sharply into his mouth and he swallows the sound, pressing his tongue against yours in that filthy way that he knows gets you soaking for him every single time he does it.

“Bash,” you whine. “Slow down a little.”

“Not a chance,” he says against your neck. “I want you, you made me need you.”

…Merlin, did you?

You try to focus while Sebastian stretches out the collar of his own jersey to suck claiming bruises along your collarbone. Did you overdo it on the healing spell? Possibly imbue him with a little too much “love?”

But then he confesses, “You’re irresistible in my clothes like this, d’you know that?”

You breathe a sigh of relief when you realize that that’s what’s got him so worked up. It’s you in his colors, his rumpled clothing with his damn name emblazoned on your back.

That quickly gives you an idea.

“Let me turn over,” you grunt as you try to squirm out from underneath him. “Sebastian, please.”

He looks thoroughly displeased when you sit up, so you placate him with one more filthy kiss before he won’t have access to your mouth for a while. Then you settle on your elbows and knees, jersey shoved up to the middle of your waist.

Sebastian says some foul words under his breath when he sees you arch and present yourself for him. You wish he’d just bury himself in you, patience and preparation be damned. Together the two of you have discovered that there’s a time and a place for slow, intimate lovemaking just as much as there is for desperate, urgent, feral fucking.

You know which one Sebastian is craving.

“Take me like this, Bash,” you say breathlessly. “So you can see whose name I carry.”

He leans over you and drags his hand across the “SALLOW” stitched in thick, white letters across the broadest part of the jersey’s shoulders. Then he lets out a noise that sounds suspiciously like a growl as he grinds his hips against yours.

“I need to be inside you,” he grunts. Behind you, you can hear him shoving his base layer down his thighs before he drags two fingertips along your slit and uses your wetness to stroke his cock. “I can’t be patient.”

“Don’t be,” you insist. You sway your hips invitingly and arch your back. “I’m ready.”

“You need my fingers,” he tells you. “I’ll give you enough, I won’t hurt you.”

You stun him by reaching a hand back and showing him how you can press two fingers against your entrance that easily sink inside. You moan softly at how different the angle is from how you usually touch yourself, but it works to get the point across to Sebastian.

“I’m ready,” you repeat. “I was waiting for you.”

Sebastian traces a thumb along your slit beside your fingers, pulling you open a bit to let himself look his fill as you spread your wetness around wantonly.

“Is this what you were doing while I was at practice?” he asks. “Laying in this bed in my clothes, playing with your pussy, and thinking of what I’d do to you when I got back?”

Now that’s a word he most certainly picked up from those Muggle books he likes to read, but it makes you squirm desperately nonetheless.

“Yes,” you whimper. “B-but I waited for you to finish.”

“That’s a shame,” he murmurs. “I suppose I’ll have to make sure you’re properly seen to, since you’ve been waiting so long.”

He presses his thumb against your entrance with your two fingers and when you can easily take it inside as well, he decides you’re indeed plenty ready for his cock instead. His gentle hand on your wrist coaxes you into pulling out, and then he lines himself up and starts to press inside.

You whimper his name as you collapse onto your elbows. He feels impossibly big like this, and despite your insistence that you were ready for him, it’s a toe-curling kind of stretch that has you panting and trembling beneath him while your body alternates between its animal instincts to rear back or submit.

“Good, you take me so well, love,” he groans. “How do you feel?”

In answer, you loudly groan into the pillow you’ve bunched up beneath you.

“Sounds like you’re enjoying yourself,” he says smugly. “Hold on tight for me, alright?”

After a few easy thrusts to ensure you’re properly braced for the full weight of him, Sebastian starts to relentlessly pound you down into the mattress. He supports you with his forearm wrapped beneath your hips and one broad hand pressing into your back – right below where his name is inscribed.

You’re fiercely loud in bed with him, but even when you’re whining and nearly sobbing for him, you can’t drown out the sound of his foul mouth.

“Take this cock,” he grunts. “Take it all, it’s what you wanted, right? For me to fill you up?”

“Yes!” you wail, knowing he expects an answer.

“That’s right,” he growls. “You want it all, I’ll give it all to you, always.”

He leans over your back and grinds in deep and you feel a twinge that isn’t entirely pleasure, but you wouldn’t dare ask him to stop – it’s too good, especially when it’s straddling the line of being too much.

“I’m gonna give you everything,” he confesses into your ear. “My seed, my name on your back, I’ll give you anything you want.”

“Give it to me,” you slur. “Go on, Bash.”

“I will love, I will,” he grunts. “But I’m finishing you first.”

He keeps murmuring filth into your ear while he works a hand underneath you to rub quick, firm circles against your clit the way he knows you like. He talks about how sweet you are for him, how you’re the best thing he has, how he wants to keep you right here for as long as you’ll let him, but whether he means in this bed or in his arms you can’t possibly know.

He deftly works you to a breathtaking climax – quite literally you lose your breath, and he just keeps drawing it out with his eager fingers and his cock buried deep in you for so long that you wonder when it will ever stop. When it finally relents, you rest your cheek against the pillow and lie boneless, content to let Sebastian hold your hips up so he can work himself toward his finish.

“Want you to keep it all inside,” he says mindlessly. “Keep it in, keep my jersey on too, fuck–”

When he spills in you, he grinds his sensitive cock against your hips for as long as he can take it to make sure you stay full of his spend. Then when he pulls out, he tucks that damn jersey back down over your ass as if to make the claim, Our work here is done.

You lay exhausted on your stomach while Sebastian cozies up behind you. Within minutes of catching your breaths his stomach growls, so you know you won’t be there for much longer, but neither of you seems to be in any hurry to untangle yourself from the other.

Eventually, you have to ask him, “...So, ‘my name on your back,’ hmm?”

You expect him to blush and stammer, or start talking about how maybe, someday, when he feels like he’s satisfied some sort of redemptive goal that will make him feel like he deserves it, that could be a reality.

Instead, he kisses behind the hinge of your jaw and murmurs, “I meant it. Whenever you want it, it’s yours. Just say the word.”

“Fine, but if I get the name, I get to keep the jersey,” you sigh.

He buries his nose in your hair and happily mumbles, “I think we’ll have to negotiate that one.”

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fic #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian x mc #sebastian x reader #my fic #CAN WE BELIEVE I FINISHED SOMETHING #this was a bear to get done but i think i'm good with where it landed #i will never let go of sweaty seeker sebastian #and yes that's a movie screenshot bc there are no good pictures of quidditch uniforms

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hollowwrites · 9 months

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How Charming

Ominis x MC

Summary - I want more interaction between Ominis and MC damn it!! This has made me want to rewrite the Hogsmeade quest to which I’m already doing for Garreth so…throw Ominis in there too. Let Ominis get slapped around by a troll.

This is just pure Ominis in denial. I like to think the reason he’s distant is because he doesn’t know how to feel towards MC.

And I have plans to rewrite the Undercroft argument too so that’ll be fun.

Warnings: None just a rewrite, feel free to change Evelyn to MC or Y/N

Word Count - 1604

“Time for a proper Hogwarts Welcome”

Oh for heavens sake

Ominis heard the low chuckle from Sebastian as he took up his duelling position against the new girl.

He’d heard him sound like that before. He spoke to Imelda like it sometimes when he was feeling brave and every single time, Ominis cringed.

Usually, he didn’t care. The thought that perhaps he’d have been better off born deaf instead of blind passed through his mind but other than that, it’s just Sebastian being his usual irritatingly charming self.

But something about this duel made Ominis’ teeth itch.

The sounds of exertion from the two of them helped Ominis keep track of what was happening. His wand alerted him to their basics movements across the raised plinth. She was graceful. And deliberate. Impressive considering she’s never been around magic.

He listened to her cast Levioso confidently and accurate, not ten minutes after she had learned the spell even existed.

Remarkable.

“Good Form” Sebastian purred, and Ominis rolled his eyes.

Even in the middle of a duel.

“I know” she retorted, cockily and he heard Sebastian gasp at her brash behaviour.

Not nice is it, Sebastian

Ominis found himself rooting for her. He heard her effortlessly lift Sebastian off the ground for the fifth time, followed by a thud and the sound of air being forced from Sebastian’s lungs. Ominis chuckled.

Sebastian walked back over to Ominis with his tail between his legs.

“Did you see that?” Sebastian asked in a hushed voice as they stood at the back of the class

“Surprisingly Sebastian, I did not” Ominis waved a hand in front of his face. Merlin, how does your best friend forget you’re blind?

“You know what I mean! That was definitely not her first duel…” Sebastian spat as he stared daggers towards Evelyn “…and I thought she was so sweet in the Common Room”

“She is” Ominis answered far too quickly. He could feel Sebastian smirking beside him, but decided to ignore it “She survived a dragon attack on her way here, she must know something even if it’s just the basics”

Sebastian mumbled next to Ominis about how it would take more than basics to best him and how he almost certainly held back so as not to crush her spirit.

Ominis didn’t listen.

“If you want to get the most out of your time at Hogwarts you’re going to need to break the rules now and then” Sebastian had pulled Evelyn aside at the end of class to discuss something with her. She listen intently as he playfully jabbed at her abilities. “Whether it joining a secret duelling club or sneaking into The Restricted Section of the Library-“ he looked at her with a smug smile and a glint of mischief in his eye. “You just have to be clever enough not to get caught”

“And you’re clever enough?” She looked him up and down with an eyebrow raised “Thank you Sebastian I’ll keep that in mind”

“Good, I-“ Sebastian started before she spied Ominis leaving the classroom

“Sorry Sebastian, have to go. See you later” She bounced happily away towards the door.

“Look for Lucan Brattleby near the Clock Tower Entrance” Sebastian called to her as she waved back at him.

What was that about?

“Ominis!” Evelyn called out past the little sea of students filing out of the classroom. He stopped and turned towards her voice.

“Evelyn? Am I remembering correctly?” he asked as she skipped up to him.

“Yes, I was wondering if I could take you up on that offer of showing me around the castle. This charm doesn’t work as well as Fig thinks” she stared down at the field guide in her hands and watched as the tiny golden spark bounced from her pages and behind her, leading her back into The DADA Classroom.

“Of course. The lesson being cut short leaves me with some time before Charms”

“Oh you have Charms too? Ah, how charming……oh I understand Sebastian’s joke now!” She felt stupid as she recalled her earlier conversation in the Common Room. Ominis chuckled. He had a pompous laugh but it was sweet and endearing in its own way. She found herself smiling up at him as he laughed at her.

“I do” he smiled and took a step to the side gesturing for her to walk along side him. “Follow me”

“So…As you know, I am unfamiliar with a lot of the things in this world” Ominis could hear her fumbling with the cuffs of her robes as they walked together “Charms, Spells, Dragons…I don’t know what is normal and what isn’t…”

Where is she going with this?

“…And in the muggle world…” she said the word as though she was trying it on for the first time “…there are people whose eyes glaze over when they’re blind for a while so I guess I was-“

“Are you trying to ask me if I’m blind?” He says, his voice heavy with amusement

“Yes…in as tactful way as I possibly can” he could feel the awkward way she was walking and it made him chuckle.

“Yes I am blind” He tries to hold his tongue from making a smarmy remark. After all, she was trying so hard not to be rude about it, even though he knows it is obvious he is blind….But she’s right. Maybe these eyes were commonplace in the Wizarding World…they aren’t but she isn’t to know that “My wand helps me navigate around the castle”

“Fascinating” She says peeking at his wand. She had wandered why he took it out when they started walking. After all he was perfectly content in the Common Room. No wand in sight…She leaned in towards the blinking tip of the wand and he flinched “Oh I’m sorry…”

“Don’t worry.” Ominis could feel his face getting warm. The heat rising from his collar caused him to rub the back of his neck, willing the encroaching blush away. “Consider my wand an extension of myself. You just leant…very close to me.” He laughed again “It just startled me is all”

“I’m so sorry”

“Honestly, it’s okay. I’m just not used to people being so near to me”

Why is it so hot in here?

“Oh you’re going to just hate me then. I quite like being close to the people I like…” she gasped “Not like, but you’ve been kind to me so…”

He tried to listen to her babble on. It was endearing. But his mind kept wandering to the increasingly loud voices behind them.

“Look at them sauntering around like the King and Queen of Slytherin!”

“As if she didn’t have enough attention she’s leeching off of Gaunt now”

“Did you see her in Defence Against the Dark Arts? Thinks she’s all that cause Sallow went easy on her”

“Ominis?” Evelyns voice bought him back

“Hmm? I’m sorry I…couldn’t help but overhear some of the students they’re…perhaps it best I not say”

“Talking about me? I’m sort of used to it now. It’s all I could hear in the Common Room” her voice sounded so defeated. Her sadness hit him like a tidal wave.

“You shouldn’t be used to it” he put his hand on her shoulder, bringing them to a stop just outside the Charms classroom. His eyes were sympathetic as he stared down at her.

“Ah there you two are? You look like a right pair”Sebastian said, his voice appearing out of nowhere as he was lost in Evelyns turmoil. Ominis knows him well enough to hear the slight tint of jealousy in his voice.

“How so?” Ominis said his cheeks burning yet again.

This is abnormally warm weather for this time of year

“You’re both have an air of... austerity. No offence, Evelyn, but you did scare me in the Common Room earlier. Your face looked like thunder”

She giggled and Ominis twitched. His face twisted up into a stern frown as he gazed in Sebastians direction.

“You know, if you needed guidance to your next lesson you could have asked me. I know we’ve just had…a rather exhilarating fight but…I won’t hold it against you”

She was giggling again.

“Well Ominis had already offered to show me around earlier” she said and he felt her gravitate slightly towards him. His steely expression calmed to a coy smile.

“Did he now?” Sebastian said. “Well I shall extend you the same offer then. Speaking of, Professor Weasley has asked me to accompany you to Hogsmeade later.”

“Oh…that’s kind of you. She did mention about going with someone, I was going to ask-“

“Excellent. We’ll head out after class. Maybe some time in the afternoon?”

The students all filed into the classroom when Professor Ronen showed. As they took their seats, Evelyn was called away, leaving Ominis a short period of time to chastise Sebastian before class started.

“What are you doing?!” Ominis spat

“I can assure you I have no idea what you’re talking about” Sebastian said honestly.

“You…ugh…” Ominis realised at this point he was overreacting, but he’d already started his tirade. He couldn’t exactly explain why he was angry. Just that the moment Sebastian turned up, his mood had changed. “Smart little remarks in the duel, offering to show her around the Castle AND to Hogsmeade”

“I’m just being friendly” He said, sounding distinctly pleased with himself

“You know exactly what you’re doing”

“Why does it matter? I- Merlin’s Beard! Are you jealous?”

“Don’t be ridiculous” Ominis snapped, that blush rising from his collar again

“Godrics heart…I have never seen you jealous before”

“I am not jealous”

Oh gods, What if I am?

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lostmyremembrall · 11 months

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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓵 𝓗𝓲𝓰𝓱 𝓖𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭

𝑆𝑒𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑎𝑛 𝑥 𝑂𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠 𝑥 𝑀𝐶 𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: 𝑆𝑚𝑢𝑡, 𝐷𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠; 𝐵𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑜𝑚 𝑆𝑒𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑎𝑛

Summary: Sebastian and Ominis find out you're just as bad as them when they find you in their room, using their things to pleasure yourself. The question is, how will they put you in your place?

CW: NSFW. Shaming. Grinding. Light asphyxiation. Characters aged up. Ominis teaching MC about Sebastian's likes.

A sequel to -> Pt. 1 𝓣𝔀𝓸 𝓢𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓚𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓻𝓼 → Pt. 2 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓐𝓹𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝔂 𝓖𝓲𝓯𝓽

Photos aren’t mine.

“Un. Be. Lievable,” Sebastian tutted.

“Shameless, really,” Ominis agreed next to him. “Is that… my nightwear?” a proud smirk flickered at the corner of the blond’s lips.

Indeed, as if to respond to his question, you moaned into the soft silk fabric you held between your teeth.

“Why yours?” Sebastian heard the sharpness of a wounded ego in his own voice.

Ominis shrugged, never taking his eyes off the slightly ajar door, his faithful wand blinking red next to him. “I smell nicer,” he murmured.

“No, you do not–!”

“Hush, Sebastian – we both know you smell like burnt inferi.”

He grumbled a curse under his breath before shifting his attention back to you. You looked heavenly, your thighs straddling his pillow as your hips rolled back and forth against it. Strands of hair falling over your face haphazardly, your desperate eyes begging for a release.

“Do you think they come here every week?” Sebastian heard his distant voice the question that came to his mind, his eyes still captivated by the sight of you.

Ominis hummed. “They do know our class schedule. Who knows how long they’ve been doing this.”

Ominis let out a heavy sigh. Sebastian knew that sigh. A quick glance revealed his pale cheeks flushed red, his hand itching and resisting to reach over to his own growing arousal.

Their pace quickened as they pressed Ominis’ night shirt harder against their airway. Their moans began spilling over, the pitch rising in a gradual crescendo at the coming release. They shut their eyes tight.

Sebastian chose this moment to open the door with a bang.

“Now who has the moral high ground now!?”

“Oh, sorry mate,” Sebastian continued, helping up the friend who had fallen face forward at the unexpected opening of the door.

“What are you two doing here?!”

Sebastian relished in the panic that crossed their eyes as they shot up from his bed, fixing their uniform as best as they could. The strands of hair blew out of their face as they let out an irritated huff at their interrupted climax. Their cheeks had grown flustered, adoringly.

“No, that’s our question,” he smirked at the king cornered on the chessboard. “What are you doing, in our room, during our Advanced Charms class, with Ominis’ nightshirt and my pillow?”

The silk fabric flowed in the air, disappearing behind their back at the mention of it: a futile attempt to hide the evidence.

“What did they call us last time, Ominis?” Sebastian contemplated dramatically as he began pacing about the room. “Men of questionable values… Swines, was it?”

Ominis hummed in response, a teasing smirk playing on his handsome face as well. Ominis was clearly enjoying this: both the ego boost from your preference for his scent over Sebastian's, and your panicked voice as a hare cornered by a hound. “I would argue that their depravity doesn’t compare to ours,” he replied melodiously, sounding far too happy for the moment.

“Ugh, I get it!” you hissed. “I’m no better, happy?!”

“Woah woah,” Sebastian furrowed, feigning hurt. “No need to lash out just because you didn’t get to come.”

“I wasn’t–,” you bit your lips. The heat rising from your neck up to your cheeks as if vodka had been injected directly into your veins.

You ignored the amused looks on the two at your flustered state.

You decided to take a deep breath. Enough damage to your reputation has been done. No need to exacerbate it. “I’m sorry,” you began after composing yourself, “I shouldn’t have sneaked into your room–”

“Correct,” it was Ominis this time, tilting his head as his steely scrutiny pierced through you, causing you to feel like you were laid bare to be judged by the gods themselves.

“I don’t know, Sebastian,” the blond began pacing, circling around you. He paused behind you, the breeze from his breathing hitting the nape of your neck. It caused you to shiver, yet you couldn’t find it in yourself to turn around and face him.

There was a tug at the fabric you held in your hands. You bit your tongue, and relinquished the evidence, returning the nightwear to its owner.

“I don’t hear the sincerity in their apology,” Ominis’ nebulous eyes grazed across your shoulder as he began pacing, returning to his spot close to his bed. “Is that just me?”

“I think you’re absolutely right, Ominis,” Sebastian responded, the devilish grin spreading across his cheeks as he intuited whatever the blond had planned for you. “How shall we amend that, exactly?”

You had a feeling that Ominis already had a vague idea, but he fell into deep contemplation as he narrowed his eyes; his eyes swimming back and forth between the two carpets on the floor.

There was a glint in his eyes as the idea finally came to him, the smirk spreading in anticipation. His stern eyes landed on you.

“Finish. On top of Sebastian.”

“Excuse me?”

Ominis narrowed his eyes, clearly irritated by the bewilderment –and the lack of appreciation– in your voice. “We saw you mounting Sebastian’s pillow. Now you get the real thing.”

Even Sebastian seemed taken aback by the sudden turn of events. “Ominis–”

“Hush, Sebastian,” Ominis was quick to interrupt his friend, sending an amicable smile towards him. “All you need to do is strip down to your undergarment, lay down, and look pretty.”

Sebastian’s freckled cheeks turned a deep shade of beet red, but he mechanically proceeded onto his bed.

Ominis’ omniscient eyes turned back to you, still dumbfounded and frozen on the spot.

“You wanted to come, didn’t you?” he raised a brow.

You swallowed hard, your agitated fingers drumming a quick rhythm against your thigh. You turned to Sebastian, on his back with his hands crossed underneath his head, waiting for you to decide on your move. Your eyes followed down the line of his body, to the firm abdomen visible through the oxford shirt that had gotten untucked. Involuntarily, your eyes lingered on his bulge that had grown. Wondering what he might feel like. It would certainly be the closest you’d ever been to Sebastian.

You bit your lips, having made up your mind.

Sebastian saw the determined lust in your eyes as you jogged over to his bed and hopped onto his bed. You hastily crawled over to him and straddled him.

Your core hovered above his as Sebastian stared up at you with a mixture of subdued anticipation and trepidation. You were overcome with an urgent lust you’d never felt around them before – perhaps in your dreams that involved them, but not in person. Your curious fingers traced a line from his jaw, down the jugular to his chest that peeked from underneath his shirt, drawing a shuddered breath from the boy.

“I shall guide you,” a murmur from behind you, his breath hot and tingling against your neck.

Ominis had moved onto the bed behind you. You felt his two hands snake around your waist, but all you could do was stare into Sebastian’s eyes, returning the same nervousness.

You let Ominis’ hands pull you down against Sebastian’s bulge. You felt his heat through the thin layers of fabric. It shot through your core, the excitement returning to you with the need you never realised you had.

Ominis placed a quiet kiss against your temple as he began guiding your hips, rolling them back and forth against Sebastian.

Sebastian’s head dropped with a groan. You blinked, watching him bite his lips, having never elicited a sound like this out of anyone. You placed your palms against his chest, feeling the surge of power you felt over him.

“Do you feel him twitching against you?”

You nodded.

"He likes his tip being massaged," Ominis began rolling your hips faster as he guided your hand lower on his friend's torso, eliciting another deep guttural groan from the other.

“He whispers your name, you know,” the voice continued on your right, “Hidden behind the covers. Over and over.”

You were mesmerised by the sight underneath you. Sebastian’s jaw had tensed, the veins popping at his temples. His eyes glared up at you with silent hunger. His hands jerked to grasp at your hips, but hesitated at a quick glance at Ominis. It was a wise move, considering how Ominis preferred being in full control of situations like this. Instead, his hands fell measly, gripping at the bedsheets.

Ominis’ hands pushed you back and forth in a steady rhythm. The friction was beginning to get to you as well, the heat rising to your neck up to your cheeks.

“Look up,” a soft voice sounded above you. The voice did not even give you the time to react, trailing a hand up your neck and wrapping around your neck, forcing you to look up. You saw the viridian roof of Sebastian’s four-poster bed. And you saw the two ghostly orbs above you, brimming with euphoria as they took you in. They were so pretty. Eerie, almost as they studied the dishevelled state of you and Sebastian with chilling calm.

Ominis had now relinquished the hold on your hips completely. There was a small thump as Ominis pulled your head against his chest, Sebastian’s hand coming to replace Ominis’ as it pulled your hips greedily towards him.

“Now, tell him what you were picturing,” Ominis’ lips brushed against your skin in a whisper. “How do you picture us when you touch yourself?”

Your jaw dropped. “I–, well… I can’t–”

“Go on,” Ominis nudged you, digging his nose into the crook of your neck as he peppered you with kisses.

“I can’t say,” you breathed out.

“Entertain us,” a breathless voice came from underneath you. The man’s eyes were ablaze with desire and insatiable curiosity. Any hesitation he’d previously felt was long gone.

You bit your lips. “I picture you–,” your eyes flickering down in his general direction, “taking me from behind… in Charms classroom.” Your uneasy eyes wandered to Ominis’ intent gaze. “And you filling up my throat.”

You felt Sebastian twitch underneath you at your words, a stain quietly growing on his undergarment. He couldn’t hold himself any longer. His hips have involuntarily begun thrusting against you, seeking more friction and chasing that high, and all you could do was stare up at Ominis’ beautiful eyes, held in place against his chest as Sebastian continued to rock you back and forward.

The familiar feeling of the knot returned to your core. You squinted your eyes shut, Ominis’ serene smile disappearing behind your lids. Your hands clawed at the air in front of you, seeking anything to clutch onto before settling onto the hem of Sebastian’s shirt.

“You’re holding it in,” Ominis’ fingers traced a line from your forehead to your cheek, moving the matted strand of your hair out of your way. He leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on your pursed lips. It was a staggering contrast to Sebastian’s passionate needy ones.

“Let me hear you moan,” he whispered above you. “You were so eager to scream our names earlier,” he pointed out. Your core gave a jolting squeeze around the shaft at his words. An inadvertent loud moan spilt out of your pursed lips.

“Fuck,” Sebastian let out a groan through gritted teeth in response. He thrust his head into the pillow, the veins on his arms visible as his hands gripped and clawed at your hips. His pupils round as he ground you against him with an almost bestial desire.

The room echoed as the two’s panting and moans filled the musty air. Sensing your approaching climax, cool fingers wrapped around your airway. The crisp scent of birch, bergamot and oakmoss filled your lungs. The same smell as his nightwear.

You leaned into his touch, filling your airways with as much of his scent as possible. The excitement overtaking you, you began rolling your hips faster. You heard the satisfied grin from above.

“Look at me.”

You whimpered, the commanding tone sending a chill down your spine and lighting you aflame. The restricted air was clouding your mind. You tore your eyes open, being greeted by the serene, satisfied eyes of Ominis’ blues. You felt your insides pulsating, milking the empty space that was supposed to be filled by Sebastian. Your arousal had soaked through your undergarment, staining Sebastian’s and mixing with his. The air thick with the scent of their arousal.

There was a constant sting of friction, but you couldn’t stop yourself. Encouraged by Sebastian’s groans and curses, guided by his hands, you continued rolling back and forth, clinging onto the rising climax as if life depended on it. Ominis’ eyes simply took the sight of you in with endearment.

Your eyes blinked rapidly when you finally snapped, moaning loudly into Ominis’ palm. Beyond the ringing in your ears, your mind registered the grunts of Sebastian calling out your name as he came undone as well, spurting hot liquid into his undergarment.

You sat frozen for some time, your eyes swimming the ceiling as Ominis’ content smile came in and out of focus. You were distinctly aware of Sebastian’s hands that wearily wrapped around your hands, which still clutched his shirt with shaking fingers. Ominis’ hand retreated, causing you to notice the saliva that coated his palm in the process as it smeared across your lips.

“Was it better than a pillow?”

You heard the teasing smirk in his voice above the heavy breathing of Sebastian. You smiled and nodded numbly; despite your intentions to wipe your mouth, your hands remained limp in Sebastian’s.

“Next time I wanna come, I’ll come to you two,” you managed to say, your voice still raspy.

Ominis nodded, seemingly content at your fulfilled desire. His eyes shimmered in amusement, the dimples appearing on his cheeks.

“Next time you want to come, you’re asking for our permission first,” he said with the most angelic smile.

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roohuh · 1 year

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One Week

Part 23 of year Seven in Obliviate

Ominis X MC

Summary: You spend a trapped week in the Gaunt Manors courtyard

Warnings: Professor Gaunt forces himself on you

An entire week has passed with you trapped in the Gaunt’s courtyard. Every single day just as the sun begins to set Professor Gaunt brings you an ornate bouquet of flowers and asks you to join him. Every day you turn him down.

“Ominis will come for me!” You spit at your captors advances. On the first day you were so sure at any moment Ominis would burst through the gates and whisk you away, however as the week progressed and Ominis still had not come you started to worry that something had happened to him. Such an arrogant fool you had been to leave him and try to face this alone, especially after just promising to never leave his side. Now you pay the price for your pride. Each day feel longer than any you have ever lived before; you have nothing to do and no one to speak to besides a small mouse you had found wondering the garden. Winning his affections with bits of your plane meals that a neglected old house elf delivers you start to grow very attached to your little friend. During the long lonely nights he curls up with you falling asleep in your bosom as you tell him about your life. Often your conversation drifts to Ominis. You tell the mouse about how much you care for Ominis, how much you miss him, but most of all how worried you are about him. During the day the little mouse follows you around the garden sniffing the air. Occasionally the mouse walks straight into something and you wonder if he has problems with his eyes. You had tried to befriend the house but quickly realized conversations are out of the question as the elf had no tongue. You have mostly restored the garden back to the way you imagine it had looked before its owners decided it was not worth tending to. Without your wand you feel utterly useless trying your best to perform small magical tasks, but only with great effort can you do the most mundane of spells. As the sun starts its nightly crusaid into darkness your captor appears from inside the house carrying his usual bouquet of flowers. Pretending not to notice his approach you continue to pull weeds from a dried up fountain.

“Stop acting like a muggle.” The man says in disgust. “All you need to do is take my hand and I will release you from this cage and return your wand to you.” Uprooting more weeds you continue to ignore his presence.

“My patience is wearing thin little beauty.” Gaunt Hisses dangerously. More silence.

“Look at me when I am speaking to you!” He bellows, pulling you to his side with a flourish of his wand. Pinching your chin painfully he forces you to meet his gaze.

“I could take you so easily. You are utterly defenseless.” Your eyes narrow at the threat.

“Do what you will, but I am Ominis’ I will never belong to you.” Crashing his lips against your own, while holding you as you try to struggle away he bites painfully at your bottom lip drawing little droplets of blood. Kicking at him wildly you free yourself retreating a safe distance; spitting the blood in your mouth at the man’s feet. Advancing he backs you into a wall growling low,

“I will make you mine.”

-One week ago-

As Ominis wakes up on the Undercroft floor he smiles calling out.

“Good morning MC.” From where he slept Sebastian yawns and looks around.

“She isn’t here.” Brows creasing together Ominis sits up.

“That’s odd, I wonder where she went.” Stretching stiff limbs Sebastian replies,

“Probably woke up hungry and went to breakfast.” Ominis and Sebastian decide to go search for their missing companion in the Great Hall. Upon finding her usual seat empty Ominis begins to worry as Sebastian sits to eat.

“She is always disappearing, don't worry she will be back.” The freckled boy tries to comfort his friend as he loads his plate full of breakfast. Ominis shakes his head,

“I am going to go check the common room. Maybe she went to wash up.” Finding the common room empt Ominis can not shake his feeling of unease. He searches the castle pulling a grumpy Sebastian away from his breakfast while enlisting the help of Poppy, Natty, and Imeldia. Their search proving fruitless Sebastian turns hesitantly to Ominis.

“You don’t think she…” the pale boy sighs shakily.

“I fear that is the only option we are left with.” In an instant Ominis is gone.

“He left me the bloody idiot!” Sebastian curses at the ground where Ominis once stood.

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #fanfic #ominis x mc #ominis x reader #harry potter hogwarts game #hogwarts legacy ominis #ominis x you #ominis fluff

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emarttt · 1 year

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*Ominis×MC Headcanon*

"You can never totally let your past behind"

I saw the movie Little Women with Florence Pugh and Timothy challamet a looong time ago but this scene when Laurie's is trying to "confess" his love to Amy's always here in my mind so, here we are (for one, MC ("you") is the ass in the story and ominis is the fool one hehe)

This is my first big writing and English is not my first language so be indulgent please <3

Warning : Well just fluff and a bit of angst I guess? Enjoy! ^^

*Few years passed and you've never seen Sebastian again after he miraculously left the castle and all your story behind. You've tried for months, even years to find him after your graduation but he was nowhere to be found. You've finally decided to stop pursuing your past, understanding there was nothing more to do than accept this empty part of your being. However, someone was still there to bring light to your deepest darkness. Ominis never left you, at least not really. He helped you looking for his best friend for a time but stopped one day, a letter on your desk*

"Y/N,

This is not how I want to spend the rest of my life. Chasing the one who left us without a word... I'm about to start a new life, have a sweet little place and grow older with or without him, as hard as it is to be said. He won't come back, and you know it. Life is giving us a chance and perhaps you'll take this chance by my side till the end.

Ominis G."

*You took a pretty long time thinking about this offer, acting ignorant by refuting the real meaning of Ominis's words. What he actually meant was that he wanted to start something with you, and you’ve quite always unconsciously known he felt things for you. You’d be a fool by saying you’ve never felt that way about him but… Sebastian had your heart from the beginning, you got mesmerised by this connection you two had, even if it was rude and chaotic sometimes, that’s what you loved about it. But this bond has created a hole between the descendant of Salazar Slytherin and you and you couldn’t put yourself to stop searching for the one you’ve always loved. Letting your old friend start his new life on his own*

*Two years had passed, and you were sitting on a bench in front of a magnificent fountain in a quiet Scottish village by the end of a cold winter night. You’ve always liked this place, it felt like home, nobody was around and you were there, feeling at peace with yourself for the first time after so many years wasted looking for Sallow. You’ve finally made up your mind, guessing he’d never come back to you, this revelation giving you quite the time to think. Suddenly, some footsteps resonated on the old cobblestone of the village asleep*

- Hi Y/N..

*You knew whose voice this was. You turned around, facing a tall and young blond man, a wand in his hand. Without saying a word, you jumped into his arms, feeling some tears in your warm eyes. He was handsome, these 2 years had helped him become a real man despite the fact you both were still young after all. His hand on your hip, you’ve slowly backed off, a slight smile on your face, hearing the fountain’s water runoff behind your back.*

- Ominis… it’s so good to see you

- It’s good to see you too. I was surprised when I received your letter. You wanted to talk to me ?

*You were the one who’d reached out him to, because you felt this emptiness growing inside you the more you were facing the world alone, finally understanding that he was the piece you missed in your life. You asked him to meet you at this exact place and time, and you’ve waited all afternoon, going to a pub and tiny shops before sitting on this same bench. But now that he asked you the real reason for this meeting, you felt your brain explode*

- Yes… I’ve decided to stop looking for Sebastian. You were right, he will never come back.

*You saw him showing a sad smile, but still full of understanding, as he always did*

- I’m happy you’ve finally made your call about that. I know how much it is hard but, it’s for the best. Some things have to stay behind us.

- I must admit, I’ve missed these well said words of yours… did you finally started the new adventure you were talking about?

*You felt a bit of guilt talking about that specific letter he wrote you 2 years ago, offering you a life you actually wanted but couldn’t accept because of your stubbornness. He took a moment before answering, you could see something going on his expression, not knowing what it was about*

- I… yeah. I found a peaceful place to live for the next few years and my life’s never been better. What about you? Any plans ?

*You knew Ominis was hiding something from you by the way he touched his hands quite nervously, he was always doing that when he feels uncomfortable*

- Actually, I’ve been thinking a lot, Ominis. That’s why I asked you to come here tonight. I… I want to start a new path with… with you. You know as you said in your letter. I mean, we could… raise mooncalfs in a little cottage, you remember how they were adorable ! And maybe we…

*Suddenly, you saw him turning his back on you, one of his hand passing on his face.*

- Please Y/N… Stop.

*You looked at your old friend before approaching slowly, visibly feeling something was wrong by the perception of his cold tone. You put a hand on his arm and he didn’t move, he just stayed there*

- What is it..? Did I… say something?

- I… I’m engaged.

*He didn’t turn around, he couldn't have seen the devastating look on your face anyway, but you felt he could sense it. Have you heard right ? Engaged? Without preventing it, you’ve felt your heart breaking into hundreds of pieces. Yes, you loved him, you always did. As much as Sebastian, but he left you and now, the only one you wanted by your side was about to leave you too… were you supposed to live these years alone? Is that what your future was about?*

- You’re… what?

- I’ve met a beautiful lady on my way to London few months ago and I asked her to marry me.

- Few months ago but… why ?

- Listen I just… felt it was the right person at the right time ! *His voice broke down a bit as he was now looking at you through his light blue eyes, arms crossed on his chest*

- That is not something you say when you truly love someone, Ominis.

- Don’t start, you know nothing about love. Otherwise… things would have been different.

* Even if he could never actually sees you, now you felt his eyes looking away, ashamed of what he’d just said to you. The two of you stood still, time passing while you were thinking about what you could say to him.*

- You shouldn’t marry her. *You’ve said, feeling quite sure of your words*

- What ?

- You heard what I said.

- This is non-sens, why would you say that in the first place ?

- You know why…

*He took a long moment to process what you’ve just admitted in front of him. What he’s always wanted to hear you saying. He couldn’t believe all these years of feelings for you would just explode now, now that he’s finally happy, and had accepted you would never abandon your love for his best friend, even if he’d stay hidden forever*

- You’re not… saying what I think you’re saying ?

- Please Ominis just listen to me…

- Listen to you? After all these years ? No… no I can’t.

- I don’t know why I am feeling this right now but… I just can’t imagine you with another woman… getting married…

- Stop… please. I have been second to Sebastian all this time when he was still here. I couldn’t help but falling for you and you… you never stopped loving him, even when he was gone. I gave you a chance two years ago and you didn’t take it… end of discussion.

*You saw him walking away from you. He was completely lost, feeling too many things at the same time for someone who swore to never be disturbed by you again. Guilt, anger, sadness but also… something else. Something he hasn’t felt in years. Something burning in his stomach but he didn’t want to feel that, why couldn’t you stay out of his mind? You couldn’t stay there just watching him leave you as everyone else already did before, so you run to catch him, gently putting your hand on his, feeling electricity all over your body because of this little touch. He felt that too and more than you could think. His blindness has always given him the ability to sense his environment and people more than everyone else. He had missed the sensation of your hand. That’s why he stopped. He couldn’t resist your touch.*

*He finally faced you, feeling your hot breath on his neck as he was taller than you. You were close, too close. Even if he couldn’t see you, he could feel the warmth of your body getting closer and closer to him.*

- Y/N…

- Ominis… please, listen to me…

*You’ve whispered. Your face and his were only a few inches away, and feeling now happy he wasn’t able to see your red cheeks. Your hand was still touching his and you thought he would break the distance between you two to lock up your mouth with his.*

- Merlin… I’m… I’m sorry… I have to go…

*But he didn’t. He left the place before you could say anything, disappearing like he was never there.*

Maybe I'll do a part 2? Tell me what you think

It’s quite short but I love this headcanon so much I couldn’t just abandoned it ! Ominis is always so sweet I can’t-

#sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy imagines #harry potter hogwarts legacy #ominis x reader #ominis x mc #ominis x sebastian #hogwarts legacy headcanons #ominis x oc

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blueraineshadows · 1 year

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Heart Breakers 💚💔❤️

Sebastian Sallow x Leina (MC) x Garreth Weasley

Chapter One

Notes: A request from @simpy-slytherin about a painful love triangle, the F!MC will take the name Leina, in honour of her MC. This is angst, fluff, and there is spice coming, of course! 🌶 💚 Slytherin Vs Gryffindor ❤️ Let's go!!

Leina was late for class and nothing was going her way this morning, her hair had a mind of its own and she couldn't stop yawning. Perhaps a late night adventure to a goblin mine with Sebastian hadn't been the best idea, but since when had she ever been able to say no to that boy? Since 5th year, day one. She smiled. She pressed fingers to her lips, the memory of the soft kiss he had placed there when he had said goodnight sending a little tingle through her. Did he truly like her more than a friend? They had been on a few dates, but nothing was official. Her heart pounded at the thought of more.

Shaking her day dreaming from her head, she gathered up her books and dashed for the dormitory stairs. At the bottom she nearly collided with a student, muttering her apologies she hurried into the Gryffindor common room and promptly tripped on a rug. Books flew everywhere and she landed on her knees with an oof! "Shit!"

A snort of laughter sounded beside her and a pair of boots came into view. "Colourful language, Leina. Are you alright?"

Garreth Weasley held out a hand and she took it with a sheepish smile. "Thank you," she said, climbing to her feet. Their hands remained clasped as she looked up at him. She felt a blush colour her cheeks. She didn't usually get embarrassed about cussing, but why else would she blush so? "Apologies for my language, that wasn't very lady like."

He waved it off. "Nonsense, I thought the situation called for something a little stronger, a good 'fuck' does the job when you need to vent."

Their gazes froze and now he was blushing. He let go of her hand as if it burned him. "I mean...I would never...oh crap." He fluffed his hair nervously, the soft waves falling haphazard about his face. "Um, let me help you with your books."

MC bent to help him gather her books and ignored the thoughts of 'venting' with Garreth that rudely danced across her mind. My goodness, just moments ago she had been daydreaming about Sebastian Sallow! Unladylike indeed!

.....*.....

By dinner time, Leina had decided that today was going to be written off as one of those days when nothing was going to be good. She had been bitten on the hand by a particularly snappy plant in Herbology, and Sebastian had laughed, the scoundrel, but he had made up for it by helping her with the wound and planting a soft kiss to her palm. At lunch she had dribbled soup down her robes and had to hurry to change before being late to Potions. Now she had a detention, not just for being late, but for encouraging Garreth and causing an unfortunate incident that involved a large spill of foaming fallout across their desk. To be honest, it had been rather hilarious, but the mood soured when Sebastian had sniped at her for being a little too familiar with Weasley. His words hitting her harder than Sharp's scolding. She told herself that it was nothing to do with her naughty thoughts about Garreth earlier this morning, but it may have been why Sebastian's words carried more weight.

Feeling tired and wanting her bed, Leina resisted the urge to retire early, and went to seek out Sebastian. She wanted to speak with him before dinner and try to end the day on a positive note.

The Undercroft was roasting warm when she entered and a haze of smoke filled the air. She coughed, her eyes stinging as she spotted Sebastian giving hell to a training dummy. He looked far too fetching in just his shirt and trousers, his collar open and his sleeves rolled up. The sight did rather hot things to her insides and she gulped. Perhaps she should leave him to it. But then, he spotted her, and she walked over to him.

"What did that training dummy ever do to you?"

He scowled, his eyes dark. "I just imagine it's Weasley," he sniped.

Leina sighed. Not this again. "What is it with you and Garreth?"

"I don't like the way he looks at you," he growled. He began to pace, his hand flexing around his wand.

"Are you two not friends?" Leina swallowed. She should leave, the air was thick with tension, it slid down her neck uncomfortably. "He isnt so bad, he can be quite funny."

"Oh, you think so?" He turned to her. "Is he your friend? Like I'm your friend? Do you let him hold your hand and kiss you goodnight as well?"

Leina gasped. "Of course not!" But then, this morning, Garreth had held her hand. It had made her blush. Her eyes skipped away from Sebastian and she pressed her hands to her cheeks, they were burning again. "There has been nothing...indecent."

"But there has been something!" Sebastian pounced on her words. He strode closer, invading her space. She looked up at him, stunned at the rage in his eyes. He took hold of her elbow. "I hate it when people touch what is mine. Look at me, tell me he hasn't touched you."

At first she flinched, stunned at the tone in his voice, but then iron straightened her spine and shs wrenched her elbow out of his grasp. "I am not a possession to be fought over," she hissed. His eyes widened. "How dare you! A few kisses here and there does not lay a claim on me either. If you wanted me to be yours alone then you should have asked me! I would have said yes without a second thought!"

"Does that you mean you wouldn't now?"

Leina groaned in frustration, done with today, she threw up her hands. "I cannot speak with you when you are like this!"

She spun and stormed for the gate, angry, tired and confused beyond belief. A firm grip on her arm made her squeal and she was spun fiercely against his chest. His mouth slammed down onto hers, his hand firm on her waist. Her body bloomed with fire. Isn't this what she wanted? Her hands seemed to think so, they slid over his shoulders, her mouth opening to him. His tongue slid over hers and she felt herself slipping, melting into the way his hands caressed her hips.

"Mine," he gasped. "Leina..."

This was possession, a demand from her, and she realised that this isnt how she wanted this to happen. He was trying to make a point with this kiss and the thought was like a bucket of cold water. Right now, she didn't have the strength to stroke his ego. She tore away from him, shoving him away. She caught the flash of hurt as she did so, but he concealed it behind the cloak of rage that stained the whole room. She sucked in a shuddering breath and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "I can't deal with this right now, I'm sorry."

Leina turned and left the Undercroft, left him standing there to boil in his own rage and misery.

.....*.....

Leina didn't appear for dinner. Sebastian sat there toying with his food, watching the door, but she never came. Garreth was there, eating, laughing, living his best fucking life and Sebastian sneered, tossing his fork down in disgust. He got up, dinner uneaten.

"Where are you going?" Ominis asked.

"To get myself something far stronger than this drivel," he grunted.

Ominis sighed and let him go. Sebastian in a dark mood was best left unprovoked.

Fire whiskey. Whoever invented the stuff must have been someone smart enough to know that one needed a release, an escape from the tangled mess that was life. Sebastian sank down another shot, the burn now getting barely a wince out of him as he drowned his sorrow. Solomon always used to say, the answers could never be found at the bottom of a bottle, but Sebastian thought Solomon had been a prick, and he would drink as much as he liked. Stuff didn't hurt so bad when you were numb. How was that a bad thing?

He was slumped in the chair by the fire, the Slytherin common room growing quieter as students drifted off to their dormitories. He wondered where Leina was. Maybe she was sitting in the Gryffindor common room laughing with her best buddy Garreth. He winced and rubbed his face with his hands. He was being a dick, he knew he was, but she was driving him crazy. He wanted her, wanted her so much it hurt, but letting people close meant you could lose them. Lose them to people like Garreth Weasley, the nice guys in life. He didnt think he could lose anyone else. Anne was the last wound in his heart and he was running out of bits to hurt.

So he poured another fire whiskey and felt the burn as it went down, savoured it even. He sighed and realised the walls were starting to close in. He needed some fresh air.

.....*.....

The cool night breeze whipped at Leina's face as she sped across the black lake on her broom. Despite her exhaustion and her confused emotions, she couldn't face her bed, so she had taken to the skies to try and clear her mind.

It was working. She could feel the tight muscles in her neck unwinding, she took deep breaths. It would be alright. She would let Sebastian cool down and then speak with him, try again. After everything they had been through, she couldn't give up on him so easily. He had a hold on her, she could admit that, he made her feel alive and wild and dangerous. She wasn't ready to give that up.

Neither did she want to give up Garreth either. He was so lovely, funny, kind, she enjoyed his company and wasn't about to apologise for wanting him as a friend. So, he made her blush this morning, what girl wouldn't? He was a handsome lad, so cute it made you want to squish him. No, she wasn't going to apologise for liking him, and Sebastian was going to have to come to terms with that, or risk losing her. She had done enough fighting in her short life, she didn't want to fight the people she cared about most as well.

Feeling better, Leina headed back towards the castle, feeling more hopeful and ready for her bed.

.....*.....

Sebastian found himself in the clock tower. No Crossed Wands at this time of night, but there were the odd few students passing through on their way to their beds. He staggered a little, feeling a bit unsteady on his feet and he sat down hard on the stone steps facing the door to the courtyard. He ran his hands through his hair. He needed to apologise to Leina. He needed to make it right.

As if he had conjured her through thought alone, he saw her coming through the entrance, but why on earth was she wearing Slytherin robes? He squinted, his vision blurring a little, and then he realised it wasn't Leina at all. It was Trixie in 5th year, the year below him. She had similar hair to Leina, but nowhere near as lovely. It really had been wishful thinking and he grinned at his foolishness.

"What are you smiling at?" Trixie cooed. She came closer, glancing around the duelling space. "Has there been a duel?"

He shook his head. "Not tonight."

"Shame," she said. She moved closer, taking a seat on the step beside him. "You are pretty impressive when you duel, it almost takes my breath away sometimes."

He looked at her, her face seeming to double up before swimming back into view. He thought she might be smiling, stupidly he smiled back. She shuffled closer. "Are you alright?" She asked.

He shook his head. "Nope."

"Oh no," she cooed. She put a hand on his arm. "Anything I can help with?"

"I fucked up," he said. "I don't think she is going to talk to me again after this."

Trixie pressed herself against his side. She felt warm and soft. Leina was warm and soft. He wished she was here right now.

"Don't worry, I will talk to you, everything will be alright."

He looked at her, without thinking he took a lock of her hair between his fingers, hair like fire, like Leina's. He smoothed it, so soft. She was so close, he watched as she licked her lips, he loved it when girls did that. It was sexy. He closed his eyes.

Warm lips were kissing him, they were soft, he felt a hand caress his neck and it felt good. Really good.

Somehow, she was in his lap, her hands were in his hair and he had a raging boner. She shifted, rubbing against it and he groaned. She did it again and he gripped her hips, her mouth moving along his jaw and down to his neck. He blinked madly, saw the curtain of her hair and pushed his fingers into it. Then he felt her bite, teeth sinking in and then she was sucking at him. He moaned, gripping her tightly.

He heard footsteps. Through the haze of fire whiskey and kisses he realised it wouldn't do to get caught snogging by the staff, especially when drunk. The footsteps were getting closer, coming from the courtyard, then they slowed to a stop.

"Sebastian?"

He knew that voice. He would know it anywhere. He tore himself back from Trixie's grip and looked. Oh, Merlin, there she was! She had come!

Leina stood there, staring at him, dumbstruck. Her hair was wind blown, her cheeks pleasantly pink and she was beautiful.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"I..." Sebastian looked from her to Trixie and back again, confusion on his face. "I don't know."

"Oops," Trixie giggled. She put her hand over her mouth as she looked up at Leina. "I got the impression you were all finished with him."

Leina stared, her eyes darting over the scene, and Sebastian looked at Trixie. When the fuck had she unbuttoned her blouse? Her lips were pink from kisses, his kisses, and then he put a hand to his neck, the skin damp from her wanton attack.

He turned his eyes back to Leina, his stomach turning sickeningly. "Leina," he groaned.

Her face went blank, hard. "Fuck you," she bit out. And then she was running. Running away from him.

No! Not again. He shoved Trixie unceremoniously from his lap and stumbled to his feet, ignoring her cries of protest. "Leina!" He shouted.

He tried to run but the floor felt like it was tilting and he crashed his shoulder into the iron railings. The door to the bridge had swung shut already. Leina was gone. He staggered to the door, pressing both hands to it, his forehead making a thunk as it hit the wood in defeat. "Come back," he whispered.

.....*.....

Leina had no idea what corridors she ran down, who she passed, she just ran. There was a heavy feeling in her chest and it was wrapping around her, getting ready to squeeze. She didn't want to think about it, because if she did, it would hurt. If she let it win, it would crush her insides to pieces and she wasn't sure if she could take it.

Harsh breaths tore at her throat, her lungs were burning as she ran up the spiral stairs and hit the marble floor running, almost skidding to the floor.

She almost let herself tumble. Hitting the floor would likely hurt less than what was building in her chest. The fat lady saw her coming, her eyes wide. "Goodness gracious!" She exclaimed. "Where's the fire?"

In my heart, Leina thought. Sebastian Sallow set the match, made her burn, but what he left behind were ashes. She spat the password from stiff lips and the fat lady swung wide. Leina threw herself in, scraping her knees and not caring as she tumbled through and into the common room.

Silence. She stood there, panting. The fire danced in the hearth, everything looked cosy and warm, welcoming, but she felt empty and lost. She shuddered, fighting it back, but it was winning and an awful, heart wrenching sob escaped. She clutched a hand to her chest and bent forward. Not here, not yet. But where?

Her dormitory buddies would want to know what was wrong and she felt bile bubble in her throat. How to tell them what a fool she had been? How could she have been so stupid? 'Look at me, slayer of dark wizards, but when it comes to men, I'm a complete idiot!' No, she couldn't go there. Maybe the bathrooms? She could hide in a toilet stall and cry, but wouldn't that just seal her status as a fool?

The Undercroft popped into her mind and the heavy feeling in her chest expanded, threatening to suffocate her. It made her think of Sebastian and she did not want to think of him. She couldn't. She squeezed her eyes shut willing him to disappear, but to no avail.

"Leina?"

Her eyes sprung open and she sucked in a breath, her gaze darting up to see Garreth standing in front of her, his face creased with concern. He stretched out a hand, hesitated, then pulled back. "Are you alright? What happened?"

Of course it would be him who found her. Garreth Weasley. The reason Sebastian and her had fought, the reason Sebastian had...nope don't think it. Garreth Weasley had caused their fight for just being, purely and simply, a lovely human being. He had done nothing wrong at all, nothing. And here he was, yet again, standing before her being kind, thoughtful. She could see it in his eyes, the worry, his concern.

Just like this common room, he was warm, cosy, familiar and...safe. He was safety. He wouldn't hurt her.

Another sob cracked her throat and then she was launching herself towards him, her arms swooping up and around his neck, her face burying into the front of his robes, and bless him, he caught her. Strong arms wrapped tightly around her, one hand cradling the back of her head as she let go of the grip she held on the heavy ache in her chest. Betrayal hissed through her like a poison and she bawled, thick ugly tears and hitching sobs. And Garreth stood there, letting her vent, (but not the 'fucking' kind, mind you), letting her soak his robes with an embarrassing amount of snot and tears, and he held her. Tight. Safe.

How on earth was she going to be able to let go?

Chapter 2

Thank you for reading!! There is most definitely a part 2, it's almost finished, and likely a 3rd part. We are thinking alternative endings for this, where both boys get to win and then you can get your fave finish! You guys are amazing, thank-you 💜

#hogwarts legacy fandom #sebastian sallow #mc x sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow fanfiction #garreth weasley #mc x garreth weasley

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bananadragonblog · 1 year

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Okay so I started writing down ideas as I was playing through the game and quickly realized there were gonna be too many to send as requests one by one. Plus I love everyone's writing I could never choose just one, so mass post it is! I wish I could write myself, but I only seem to have a knack for coming up with ideas and no way to put them into words.

I intended all of these to be Ominis x reader, but feel free to change them up if you'd like. They are also based off my own OC, but having them as reader-insert fics is fine so others can enjoy them (I personally have a hard time swapping out names for my own when reading fics). I'll be posting an infographic I made of my OC on my page as well if you do feel like using her [Link] (and I might just love you forever if you do) I'll likely add to the list when I get new ideas so check back often ❤️

Feel free to share as well, all I ask is that I get tagged in your work if you use one of my prompts ❤️

@darkwizardings @cafeacademia @fwooperfeathers @sebastianwallows @awkwardauthorwrites @gauntlysallows @gtgbabie0 @sammiesallow (Tagging you guys since its a lot and I know your requests are open ❤️)

(All can be gender neutral/low descriptions so everyone can enjoy the stories but I'll provide basics for my OC if needed/wanted; meant to follow along main story where reader is the MC)

(Small warning that I haven't really proofread or made any of these super pretty, they are just raw ideas I threw onto a notepad)

Personal Headcannons:

-Ominis' mother is still fairly loving (somewhat like the malfoy family)

- Ominis' blindness allows him to see light/dark and basic shapes, like someone with cataracts would see (the cloudy eyes already resemble this)

____________ Prompts ___________

Ominis visits home and his parents ask about the 5th year (they are pureblood from another well known family), the idea of arranging marriage gets thrown around

Reader bringing Ominis something from hogsmeade and Ominis doesnt know how to react to the kindness

reader/seb making "ominous" puns and Ominis being over it

Ominis noticing reader always leaving the castle/coming back hurt. Gives her a necklace/trinket/family heirloom to her for good luck so she stays safe

Ominis overhears reader talking to Sebastian and agreeing with Ominis about the dark arts being dangerous, confronts them later and thanks them

Reader warns Ominis of Sebastian's plan to visit the ruin to look for the relic. (hate that this isnt an option in the game, he literally asks us to do this 😭)

everyone trying to one up each other about the "adventures" they have gone on with reader, and everyone jesting that amits adventure of stargazing sounds more like a date, Ominis feels left out- maybe confronts reader and they plan an actual date? -OR- Ominis lies about having special "interactions" with reader (sfw) and reader hears the rumors

seb steals Ominis' wand while in hogsmeade, reader offers hers for him to be able to see even though Ominis is certain it won't work. Turns out to work but only if they are holding onto the wand together

defence against the dark arts class: a boggart is brought out and reader's fear is Sebastian/crucio curse (set after the sanctorium mission)

after seb and reader's fight in the undercroft (when he calls reader ignorant for knowing lodgok), reader runs off to the underground harbor to get away (its their safe space, where they can skip the rocks and listen to the water), while running there ominis passes reader but end up confronting seb about what happened before going to find reader

Ominis is self conscious about letting reader lead him around at times, so she makes sure to hold onto him so he still feels like the one leading

Reader telling Ominis about the ancient magic

Ominis and seb talking to reader about how the headmaster was acting strange- reader reveals it was actually them

Slytherin!reader having nightmares and sneaks to the boys dorms

after "in the shadow of the relic" and deciding to not turn in Sebastian, reader shows Ominis the room of requirement so they can have a space for just them (not ready to be around seb), introduces him to the phoenix

Aftermath of reader surviving the encounter with Rookwood, Ominis is concerned and refuses to leave the hospital wing for the night.

Hogwarts has a "parents" weekend and everyone is shocked that reader knows how to act all proper when the Gaunts introduce themselves

Reader has a tendency to not wear a jacket because they dont get cold easily

Ominis comforting reader after they fight ranrok and lose Fig

6th year- Ominis and reader pestering 1st years about mermaids

Reader and Ominis deciding what to do for the summer, reader offers to join him at his family's home

Reader overhears someone saying awful things about Ominis and how reader deserves better, but reader gets defensive and punches them?

Posted 03.29.2023

Edited 03.30.2023

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #writing prompts #requests #fanfic #HL prompt list #ominis x reader #ominis imagine #ominis x oc #hogwarts legacy ominis #ominis x mc

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henkinsjenkins · 9 months

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Rejection.

If romance was an option, how would MC handle rejection?

Crim’s love confession.

It was a beautiful night as the moon was full, a glistening reflection in the lake before the raven haired male. The slight cool breeze of spring combed through his hair as he found solace in the Black Lake at night when it was at its most peaceful. His green eyes were puffy and his cheeks stained as he sat there in silence recalling last month’s defeat.

“Sebastian, I wonder if perhaps you’d be interested in something more than friends?”

He had confessed these feelings to his best friend only to discover those feelings aren't reciprocated. Crimsley respected the outcome of the confession even if it didn’t end in his favor, he was glad to have been let down easy. However, Crim could no longer be near him after that point. The feelings he held, he couldn’t risk those resurfacing or getting in his way of moving on if he stayed friends with Sebastian.

He had no more tears to shed tonight, the emotions he needed to get off his chest were finally light enough for him to head back.

He would use the opportunity of a broken heart to distance himself from the other, eventually breaking all contact for the remaining time here at Hogwarts. It hurt knowing that their friendship was ruined.

Sebastian roamed the corridors of the school in search of his best friend. It had been sometime since the other Slytherin had seen Crimsley.

When he checked all their usual spots where they had regularly hanged at, only to come up empty he started to get worried. He wondered if asking people Crim knew such as Poppy or Garreth if they had any idea where he could be. Only to find out Sebastian had just missed him. At this point it was becoming very difficult to find this man Sebastian thought, deciding to ask Ominis if he knew anything once again. He figured giving the other a week or so to collect himself would be enough time for them to start hanging out again. Just because Sebastian didn’t see him in that way didn’t mean they couldn’t stay friends.

He wasn’t sure how to react to such a straightforward confession from Crim. He knew his answer would hurt the other but he was going to be honest.

“I’m flattered, truly. But you’re my best friend Crim and I don’t see you that way. I’m sorry I can’t return your feelings.”

They were close after everything had happened last year so he had suspicions of Crimsley’s crush on him but Sebastian chose to ignore it until Crim confessed to him weeks ago. It had been close to a month now and Sebastian had been lonely without his partner in crime to hang with. He expected some distance between them perhaps for a moment. It felt as if Crimsley was avoiding him altogether.

Sebastian found himself sitting beside Ominis in the common room, hoping to run into the man he had been chasing. His leg had been bouncing nonstop since he stopped his pacing a few moments ago. Eventually Crim would have to come back for curfew, despite both of them being in Slytherin, the raven still found ways to avoid being seen.

“Have you heard anything?”

Sebastian asked for the hundredth time this week. Ominis was a bit annoyed by the lack of awareness his friend had. Crimsley had told Ominis about his feelings towards their mutual friend. Letting him know of his soon absence from the two. Ominis understood letting him know he would be there for him when needed. He only wished Sebastian knew of the change that came with the confession and that Crim had properly voiced his intentions afterwards better.

“Sebastian.” Ominis said with a yawn. “Crimsley’s whereabouts are a mystery to me as they are to you. However, if you wish to stay up all night waiting for him to suddenly appear. More power to you but I’m going to bed.”

Curfew had been called and there had been no sign of the other. Sebastian groaned as the blonde left for bed, leaving the freckled boy to his thoughts beside the fireplace.

The night grew as Sebastian continued to wait. He needed to talk with Crim and if that meant staying up all night then so be it, he could be just as stubborn and hard headed as his friend.

His dark tired eyes stayed fixated on the flame as they struggled to stay awake, Sebastian had almost missed the sound of footsteps coming from behind.

His head snapped back looking towards the entrance, it had been a month since he last saw the taller male but there he was walking in later then he expected, covered in mud and smelling horrid.

“Crimsley?” Sebastian said, getting a surprise jump from the other.

“Sebastian? Why are you up so late?”

“I could ask you the same. Why are you so dirty?” Sebastian had got up from his seat to get a closer look at him. He was gross but Sebastian imagined he was off on some adventure as he pinched his nose to block the smell.

“I was finishing my field guide. I lost track of time and got distracted so I was in a rush to get back.” In reality he had just got back from the Black lake after crying his eyes out for the final time. Having accepted what he needed to tell the other he made his way back only for his ankle to buckle and throw him into a muddy ditch.

“I must get cleaned up so good night…” Crim said as he turned to leave but Sebastian was quick to stop him.

“We need to talk before you do that. I just want to know…are we okay?” Sebastian had been wanting to ask this for sometime, however he was a bit nervous to hear the answer. Crimsley was his friend and he had hoped it could continue that way.

Crimsley’s chest felt that ping of guilt as he knew he had been brooding a bit longer then he intended and he knew he had to be more thorough with how he felt currently. Even if he was covered in mud and smelt like dead fish.

“I’m not sure how to say this without being straightforward, Sebastian.”

He looked down as he had trouble getting the words out. He wasn’t known to beat around the bush or say things with consideration, however when it came to someone he cared for. Crim would find himself choking up, trying to find the appropriate words that didn’t hurt them in the process.

“Just say it. I’m not soft.”

Sebastian sounded a bit impatient as he crossed his arms. It was mainly due to his own nerves. He knew what was coming and maybe he had known for some time but he needed to hear it.

“Our friendship isn’t going to be the same, and I take full responsibility for it. I don’t think I can continue being friends with you Sebastian. My heart won’t allow it.”

Sebastian had been processing the words that confirmed what he had been suspecting. It hurt even if he slightly knew it was coming.

“We can’t be friends just because you have a small crush on me? That seems unfair…” Sebastian's voice was sharp with agitation as he broke the moment of silence between them. Crim shook his head in response as he felt that Sebastian didn’t fully understand.

“I-I…” Crim sighed as he felt like this should be it, the time to be open about how he was feeling.

“I know if I stayed friends with you Sebastian that I wouldn’t be able to move on. You’ll eventually find someone and get married, and I will have to watch that unfold before me wondering why not me? I feel as a friend I shouldn’t have those thoughts or feelings and that’s why I can’t. I must protect my heart the best I can.”

Sebastian's expression slowly deterred from the annoyed look to one of realization.

“It’s not just a small crush Sebastian…I’m in love with you…”

He knew he felt something when he met Sebastian and over time it grew bigger than he could handle.

They had gone through a lot together, they leaned on one another when they needed it. The two could sweep out tons of poacher camps without breaking a sweat. The chemistry they had was amazing but where Crim saw love, Sebastian only had admiration for the other.

“I respect that you don’t feel the same way that I do and it might be unfair of me but I can’t let my heart bleed while I’m pretending I want to be just friends.”

Sebastian nodded, any heartfelt words refusing to come forward. Not just a crush but he was actually in love with him. Something he had yet to experience himself. Love was something he read in novels or the love he had for his sister, finding the cure for her was his top priority. He didn’t have the opportunity to explore that yet.

“I’m not sure what to say, honestly.”

Crim wasn’t expecting a response as he was just glad to get that off his chest. They might not be able to continue the way they did before however what they did have will always hold a special spot in his heart.

“I wish you the best, Sebastian. After everything we’ve accomplished together I’m happy to have called you my friend. Thank you for being here.”

They parted ways for the night with Crim going to clean up for bed, nothing else would be shared between the two as they continued their time at Hogwarts.

They would pass each other in the halls or attend classes together as usual but it became obvious as time went on that something had changed between them.

#sebastian x mc #male romance #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy sebastian #ominis gaunt #angst

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bojackbrainrot · 1 year

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Bad Habits

F/M Sebastian Sallow / F!MC

F/M Ominis Gaunt / F!MC

Could be read as future M/M Ominis/ Sebastian there are some jealousy elements here :)

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SUMMARY:

Sebastian has been brushing Ominis off every morning to hang out with that new fifth year girl. This is something Ominis can’t let go on without payback, and if he caught some feelings for the girl on the way- well he wasn’t really complaining.

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Sebastian was acquiring a bad habit out of late, every morning he would rise from his bed, mess with his hair and cast a quick scourgify to keep himself fresh. Then, he would turn right after leaving his quarters, instead of left. Both directions led down to the common rooms for the Slytherin house. However, Sebastian was specifically choosing to go the long way to walk around, he was choosing to walk the halls just outside the women’s quarters.

The reason for this may or may not be linked to the new bright-eyed, raven haired fifth year witch who called the third-to-last door on the right her home. Every morning Esmeralda Paddock would leave her room smelling like spice and vanilla, and every morning Sebastian would ‘conveniently’ run into her. Oh- and of course they would just HAVE to walk to breakfast together, for convenience, and if Sebastian ignored Ominis a couple days a week (or more) to do this then- well he hadn’t complained yet.

“Good morning Sebastian, lovely to see you.” Esmeralda’s voice cut through Sebastian’s thoughts, startling him.

“Esme, lovely to see you! I didn’t even see you there,” Sebastian nearly choked at the scent-heavy air that whooshed passed him, he must have caught her on a wash day. It took most of Sebastian’s self control to pin his arms to his sides, fingers absolutely aching to tie themselves in her raven locks.

“I’m sorry to startle you, Ominis sent me an owl this morning so I was in a bit of a hurry.” Esme grinned sheepishly.

“Ominis… sent you an owl? He didn’t tell me you two were on speaking terms.” Sebastian didn’t have a good feeling, anything that the other Slytherin boy said about Esmeralda was far from kind, especially after the Undercroft incident.

“He apologized in the letter, and said he wanted to apologize in person as well, isn’t that nice? I was going to go meet him in the library.”

Sebastian’s anxious brain highlighted the fact that she made no move to invite him along to their likely private meeting in the library, and something painful gripped his heart at the thought. His mind started to spiral, helplessly he reached out for her hand, running his thumb across her knuckles, practically begging with his eyes for her to stay.

“Will I still see you at breakfast? Don’t keep me waiting, I might decide to go pick a fight with Imelda just from loneliness” the adorable laugh Esme gave him was well worth the humiliation of admitting he would miss her.

“I won’t be long, I promise Sebastian. Save me a seat?” With that Esmeralda turned, her hand slipping from Sebastian’s as she left.

Leaving him behind.

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Ominis POV

Ominis presumed his little prank on Sebastian might bring that insufferable woman closer to himself, though however long it took to shake the little witch off of him was well worth how envious Sebastian would sound when they finally met up for breakfast.

Of course Ominis had caught on to Sebastian’s (not very sneaky) attempt at brushing him off every morning to go gallivant with her, Esmerelda Paddock the brand new fifth year. Ominis just wanted to mess with Sebastian a bit, teach him a lesson about ditching old friends. He would do this by hitting where it hurt, if Ominis took the little Slytherin girl’s attention away from Sebastian for even a moment, he knew it would drive the boy insane. Just thinking about it made him giddy with anticipation.

Ominis was waiting in the school library for the girl, normally there were at least a few students about- rarely before the first meal of the day however. Which was the perfect time to play out his plan.

“Ominis? You wanted to see me?” Esmerelda approached the corner the blond had chosen to set himself in, she found him leaning against a windowsill.

“Hello, Esmerelda.”

“Call me Esme, listen- before you say anything I want to apologize too…”

Ominis had opened his mouth to recite the lazy apology speech he’d crafted for this moment, though it snapped shut when he was interrupted by the girl wanting to apologize to him instead. This wasn’t quite how he’d pictured this going.

“ Ah- Esme, right. I’m listening.” As far as he knew, only Sebastian called her Esme. Maybe this little plan was working better than he’d hoped.

“I’m sorry for lying to you about the Undercroft. Sebastian wanted to tell you about inviting me himself, but I realize that by trying to protect a relationship that isn’t mine I just made things worse. I’m really sorry, can’t we be friends?” Esme finished with a huff, letting out all her air at once in a nervous sigh. Her words had come out fast, and nervous and genuine. It was something Ominis hadn’t expected.

And then there were soft fingers grabbing his hand, and Esme must be pulling him towards her because he felt his palm press into something soft- and oh. So warm.

“Feel my heart beating fast? I’m really nervous right now, I really didn’t mean to hurt you, I hope you can forgive me.”

Her heart was beating fast. The feeling of the rapid thumps traced up the nerves in his arm, he could practically feel his own heart kicking to match its pace

“Ominis?”

He realized he hadn’t said a word in minutes, between the girl’s odd way of convincing him to forgive her, and her apology- well Ominis was beginning to feel a bit helpless. He could feel heat creeping up his neck to rest at his cheeks. Ominis doesn’t think Esme realized that in order to feel her heart, Ominis would have to be touching part of her breast as well, and while she didn’t seem to notice, Ominis definitely did. Which was the reason he started to sweat bullets while Esme continued to press his palm into her chest.

“Sorry, Esme. I was merely thinking it over.” His voice came out more like a squeak, he cleared his throat to continue, sounding barely better.

“I forgive you, of course.”

Esme dropped his hand then, Ominis missed the connection immediately. The warmth, the buzzing electricity that coursed through his nerves at being able to feel her, he missed it ferociously. His own feelings knocked the breath from him with their intensity.

“Oh how wonderful! Sebastian will be so happy to hear we’ve made up! Thank you for giving me a chance, Ominis. Walk with me to breakfast?” The scent of something spicy and sweet brushed past him, footsteps leading away indicated she was leaving and Ominis tried to match her pace.

“I doubt that.” He muttered slightly amused at the new development, Ominis’ heart hadn’t slowed since she broke away from him. And he could feel the beginnings of a bad habit forming, changing the path of how his mornings would go from then on.

Though it seems He and Sebastian may just have to share in this bad habit.

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I might make this a series so bookmark it on AO3 if you like my writing!

#ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #ominis x oc #sebastian sallow x mc #fanfic #writing #one shot #drabble

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fandomfrenzy97 · 1 month

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Ignorance Isn’t Bliss

A Hogwarts Legacy Fanfiction

Some time ago, MC and her friends, Sebastian and Ominis investigated a hidden passage within the castle, leading to solving a series of puzzles that would result in the discovery of one of Salazar Slytherin’s darkest secrets, however casting the Cruciatus Curse was required to gain access. Poor Ominis couldn’t bear to cast that curse again, especially after what happened between him and his Pureblood-obsessed family, so it was up to Sebastian and MC to make the difficult choice. After meeting Anne in Feldcroft just a few weeks prior, witnessing firsthand just how much pain she’d endured, MC wanted to spare Sebastian the burden of even temporarily stepping into his own sister’s shoes, so MC bravely decided firstly learn the curse, purely for self-defence, before being the one to personally suffer from it’s excruciating side effects.

Once the Cruciatus Curse was cast, the pain MC felt was beyond unbearable…indeed it was like being pierced by numerous white-hot knives, but in the end, it didn’t really matter because Sebastian was safe and the mystery behind Noctua Gaunt’s (Ominis’ Aunt) disappearance had been solved…the only person MC desired genuine gratitude from was Sebastian himself, but he didn’t even utter a word, even after all they’d been through together, so it was going to sting even more when his “ungratefulness” would reach the next level.

On one of their next adventure together, MC and Sebastian travelled to a Goblin Mine not too far away from Hogwarts to start completing the blank canvas of a Triptych they discovered in the Undercroft the same day they visited Feldcroft together. After battling a combination of Goblins and Spiders together, you’d think they’d make quite the dream team, with mutual unconditional trust between them…apparently not…it seemed that after everything they’d been through, including battling a fucking Troll in Hogsmeade almost singlehanded, seeing Anne (and Solomon) in Feldcroft and even taking big risks sneaking into the Restricted Section of the Library, trust clearly meant a much bigger deal to Sebastian than MC realised.

Despite constantly being expected to be the saviour that the Wizarding World unknowingly desperately needed, MC never thought twice when it came to seeking allies in the most unexpected place, including Lodgok, a friendly Goblin who wanted nothing more than to see Ranrok defeated, so when MC openly told Sebastian about him once they returned to the Undercroft, he began to grow increasingly angry…he even called MC “ignorant”, clearly believing that MC couldn’t give two shits about Anne and what she’d been through, before he dared to walk away…MC, feeling offended and outraged, decided to retaliate. “Don’t you DARE walk away from me, you ungrateful piece of shit!” MC’s wand was pointed in his direction. “Accio!” Sebastian’s yell echoed through the empty room, as his entire body was forcefully summoned. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” He shouted. “Teaching you a lesson, that’s what! You clearly don’t understand the fact that EVERYTHING I have done so far or ever will do hasn’t been just for you or your sister, but for ALL of us, making sure that our lives don’t go to hell because of Ranrok and Rookwood. So yes, of course I have clung on to EVERY word you’ve said about Goblins cursing Anne, but Lodgok isn’t one of them, so unless I’m convinced otherwise, I will continue to trust that what we’re doing will create a better future for both wizardkind and goblinkind, so don’t you DARE say that I don’t care because clearly you know NOTHING!! So, for once, why don’t you grow up and send me an owl when you’re ready to actually start trusting me…until then, stay away from me.” “Or what?” He replied with a smirk, both of his arms crossed. “I’ll show you what REAL pain looks like.” “Go ahead…Do your worst.” His eyebrows raised. “You asked for it, Sallow.” MC replied coldly. “Crucio!” Sebastian then fell onto his knees, one hand on his torso, the other touching the floor, while he screamed as the excruciating side effects of the curse coursed through his body. MC turned and began to walk away as Sebastian’s screams continued to echo, until it finally began to fade…the only sound that could eventually be heard was his heavy breathing. “I think you’ll find that YOU’RE the ignorant one, Sallow. Ignorance isn’t bliss…keep that in mind and next time, you’d think twice before you EVER mess with me again.”

#hogwarts legacy #fanfiction #inspiration #ignorance isn’t bliss #sebastian sallow #my characters #salazar slytherin #secret scriptorium #cruciatus curse #payback #don’t mess with a slytherin scorned

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alby-rei · 3 years

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Sharing is Caring and that includes Naps (Leonardo x MC)

Prompt: Leonardo doesn’t like to share, especially when it’s MC, and he’s noticed the lingering glances of some of the residents. Different scenarios have popped up since MC decided to live in Le Comte’s mansion with them, and Leonardo has made a permanent mental note of who to trust and who to absolutely, positively not trust when it comes to sharing her.

[Series] Post-Route Leonardo x MC

[Genre] Fluff, Comedy

[Warnings] None

1. {Leonardo & Napoleon (ft. Sebastian)}

“MC, would you mind waking up Napoleon for me? Normally I would take care of it, but I must finish cooking breakfast here,” Sebastian nodded towards the frying pan on the stove in front of him.

“Sure, Sebas. I’ll be right back.” I set down the tray I was holding and untied my apron before heading towards Napoleon’s room.

It sounded like an innocent request at the time.

I walked down the hall, mentally counting how many doors I passed by. I’ve made that a habit in order to keep track of who lives where. You’d think after a month of doing chores around Le Comte’s mansion, I would memorize these kinds of details by now.

I stopped in front of Napoleon’s door. The door was left ajar.

“Hm? It’s open?” I knocked lightly, calling out to Napoleon, but I heard no response.

I debated whether I should invite myself in or not, looking around for any sign of other residents that could enter for me. Nope, none. I slowly pushed the door open and peered inside, finding Napoleon comfortably huddled in his lavish master bed under his extremely comfy-looking blanket. I stood in front of Napoleon’s sleeping form; he laid on his side facing away from me. I took a deep breath, then slowly shook his exposed arm with my hand. I could feel his muscles flex under my touch, but he didn’t stir. So, I persisted.

“Napoleon… Napoleon… Sebastian and I made breakfast, come on before it gets cold.”

I was about to give up and leave when I heard shuffling, and Napoleon turned so that he laid on his back instead. His eyes remained closed, and he breathed deeply. Something tells me he’s awake and faking his sleep.

I crouched down to his eye level with a motherly expression that read, “I ain’t dealing with your shit, child, wake up already.”

“Come on, Napo.” I reached out to shake him again, but he suddenly grabbed arm and pulled me towards him.

I was caught completely off-guard when I felt his lips peck my cheek lightly. I pulled away with a yelp, but his grip was firm, holding me in place when I recoiled my head. His grip changed slightly, and he pulled me on top of him.

“Napo! What do you think you’re doing?”

“Shhhh… Too loud in the morning. Let’s sleep together a bit longer,” he murmured.

Napoleon had me laying on my side at the edge of the bed with his arm slung around me like I was a stuffed plushie. My face heated up at the close proximity, especially since I didn’t know Napoleon that well just yet. Sebastian is going to kill me for taking so long...!

…Actually, does he know that Napoleon is like this in the morning? He must know since he keeps notes of these things in his prized notebook of random facts about the residents. Did he set me up?!

“Stop moving, nunuche, or else I’ll kiss you again.”

“Listen buddy, only Leonardo can use that threat on me, okay?”

A third voice joined in from Napoleon’s door.

“Hm?” It was Leonardo. Shiet. “Cara mia, shouldn’t you be making us breakfast?”

I could hear the drowsiness in his laughter, as he waltzed into the room until he stood where I was a minute ago. I couldn’t see him all too well from my current locked position in Napoleon’s arms, but I saw Leonardo’s expression shift from the corner of my eye.

“Leonardo, honey. This isn’t what it looks like, I promise.”

“Oi, Napoleon, what do you think you’re doing with cara mia?” Leonardo leaned over me to shake Napoleon out of his apparently very deep slumber.

Using the arm that was around my body, Napoleon pulled Leonardo towards him and pecked him on the lips. Leonardo withdrew away from him with a scowl as soon as their lips touched. A smirk etched its way on Napoleon’s sleepy visage, as he peeked an eye open at Leonardo. His jade green eyes appeared to challenge the pureblood to try to wake him up further.

Sighing, Leonardo stood up straight and started walking away.

“Leonardo? Where are you going?” He reappeared in my line of vision, but he stood at the opposite side of the bed.

Seemingly ignoring my question, Leonardo kicked his boots off and pulled the covers to sit on the bed.

“At least turn her around, so I can hold her, too,” Leonardo pouted, pulling the cover over his body.

Suddenly, I felt my world flip 180 in Napoleon’s arms, and I found myself stuck between both men. Leonardo grinned, pulling me towards him with his arm around my upper arm, turning me around to lie on my back. Sinking into the soft pillow, he made no effort to get Napoleon’s arm off of my waist. I was caged in a warmth that I enjoyed all too much. That, along with the extremely comfy-looking blanket, made me want to stay here with them for the rest of the morning.

“Guys… you’re making me drowsy again,” I whined lazily.

Leonardo closed his eyes as soon as his head hit the pillow, leaving no room for negotiation. I admired the serene look on his face as he slept. It’s not every day I get to see these men so peaceful and so child-like in their stubbornness. They’re so adorable, dammit.

I brought my hand up to brush the hair out of his face, and he caught my hand, kissing my palm and intertwining our fingers before bringing it back down to his side.

Eventually, I ended up drifting to dreamland alongside my sleeping beauties.

[Bonus Scene]

But before I actually succumbed to the warm embrace of sleep, Sebastian did come to check up on me.

I found his mop of silver hair peeking through the door, calling out for Napoleon.

“Sebastian!”I whisper-yelled, craning my neck to look at him.

As soon as Sebastian opened his mouth to say something—probably reprimand me for taking so long— he paused in utter shock.

“Oh, haha, hey Sebastian, buddy ol’ pal, I swear this isn’t what it looks—”

Sebastian drowned out the sound of my voice, his eyes staring at the extremely comfy-looking blanket we were currently wrapped around.

I swear, if he even thinks about joining in, Imma jump out and slap all three of them.

But he didn’t. He just stood there. I wonder what’s going on in his head… A lecture? Punishment plans?

...Meanwhile, in Sebastian’s head...

Master Leonardo isn’t bothered by Napoleon’s presence next to MC. And Monsieur Napoleon is sharing his bed with others, which he was previously very protective of!! This is totally new, undocumented information. Darn it, why did I leave my notebook in my room?

Sebastian’s hand was inside his jacket pocket, but he came up empty. He decided to take mental notes, and he dipped out of the room with the utmost subtlety that I’ve associated with his character.

Which is to say, none at all. This man was tiptoeing out like the floor was marked with hidden lasers.

Alarmed by his lack of assistance, I called out, “H-hey, Sebby. Wanna help me out of… here? Oi, get back here! …Sebby? Hello? Y-you’re just going to leave me here?”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll give you other chores to take care of later in the day!”

“Shhhh. Cara mia, let’s take a nap together,” Leonardo muttered in my ear.

The warmth of his breath on my ear spread to the rest of my body. Whining again, I relented, closing my eyes to focus on Leonardo’s sweet scent.

~Leonardo’s Verdict

Napoleon: Dependable, helps show cara mia's adorable side

Sebas: A homie, should give cara mia breaks more often

#Leonardo doesn’t share #except when it’s nap time #and it’s Napoleon specifically #nap buddies #morning cuddles #Sebastian appearance #Sebastian fanboy moment TM #ikevamp leonardo #ikevamp leonardo x mc #ikevamp napoleon #ikevamp sebastian #alby one-shots #eep first post #ikemen vampire #leonardo x reader #ikemen vampire leonardo

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eveningstar1516 · 3 years

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Rise of the Demon King ~ Chapter 8

Rise of the Demon King

Fic: Multi Chapter Paring: MC x Everyone (Mostly Lucifer) Type: Angst with a Happy Ending Total Word Count: 26,758 TW: Major Character Death, Reader gets stabbed with a sword through their chest so..., Abusive Parents, Past Child Abuse, Demon Hunters, Loss of Control Summary: You’ve done it. You’ve finally done it. You’ve managed to anger the demon king. Now you hold your head high as he hands down your sentence. AO3 Portal: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27065362

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His brothers would always know whenever he went to see her as he’d always come back with a content smile on his face. Deep down, he wished that Y/N could’ve met Cynthia. They would have made great friends as they were the only 2 people who could make him smile like this. Mammon may not have been able to save Y/N, but he swore that he would protect Cynthia, no matter the cost.

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CHAPTER 8 - The Great Pancake Debate (2261 words)

It’s been almost 6 months since you arrived in the Celestial Realm. Needless to say, you are quite certain that these last 6 months have been the craziest and stressful months of your life! When you told Simeon and Luke about you staying here, to say they were ecstatic would be an understatement. Luke jumped for joy and wouldn’t stop rambling about all the fun you were going to have. When you told them about God appointing them to help teach you about the Realm, Luke practically did a double take and it took an hour to calm him. Now you have Simeon teaching you about politics and Luke about how to use your wings and powers. On your second day there, Michael woke you up, or well came to get you as you didn’t get any sleep. Turns out, while the Devildom is constant at night, the Celestial realm is constant day and thanks to the floor to ceiling windows, there was no way for you to stop sunlight from coming in. You were introduced to the council at breakfast. Note to self, the brothers breakfasts are QUIET AND PEACEFUL compared to Archangels off duty. The first thing you saw were 2 angels passionately arguing over which pancake topping was the best, strawberries or blueberries. At some point a third angel cut in claiming chocolate chips were the best and all heaven (would you replace hell with heaven here? idk) broke loose. As for me, I just started chuckling in disbelief while making my way over to pick up a pancake of my own when the angel arguing on behalf of the strawberries saw you.

“Hey kid, what topping do you prefer, strawberries, blueberries, or chocolate chips? It’s strawberries right?”

“Actually, I prefer them plain with maple syrup. Although if Satan was the one making it, I’d go for the one with poison berries. Contrary to their name, they’re not actually poisonous and quite sweet.” All the angels present looked at me with a mix of shock and disbelief, save for Michael who just sat there eating his breakfast hoping to leave soon and get to work.

“Kid, did you say Satan?” The angel arguing on behalf of blueberries asked. “Yeah… Blond hair, teal eyes, Avatar of Wrath, Luci’s son? Ring a bell?” Turning to Michael, blueberry angel asked,

“Micheal, who are they and why are they wearing Lucifer’s old get up?” “This is Y/N. They will be staying here and taking Samael’s spot on the council until their agreement with Father ends and they return to the Devildom. Father has asked us to teach them about how our Realm operates and how to successfully fulfill Samael’s former position flawlessly, unless they want to return now and leave heaven early?” Michael turned towards you with a smirk on his face as he asked the last part.

“Very funny Mike. You and I both know I won’t do that no matter how bad you want me to.”

“What did I say about calling me that?!” Micheal’s smirk turned into something short of a snarl.

“Well, if you won’t take me seriously, neither will I. You want me to call you by your name, earn it and stop being an butt… I meant an butt… Why can’t I swear?!”

“This is the Celestial Realm Y/N. Angels don’t swear.” Michael said smugly over the rim of his cup of coffee.

“God Dang it! Argh! Fudge!. Dang it! Ya know what, forget it, my entire mood is ruined. Thanks Michael!”

“Anytime.”

Shooting Michael one last glare, I sighed and turned to the rest of the baffled angels in the room.

“Yes, what Michael said is true. Stuff happened in the Devildom which I will not get in too-”

“The demon king made Samael kill them.”

“Ok, Mike, first off, he didn’t, I ordered him too, second, I thought I said I didn’t want to talk about it. What gives you the right to tell them huh?”

“I felt like it.”

“You son of a beach.” I turned back to the rest of the angels. “Not a word about it. Anyway, due to some personal issues, I made a deal with Father to stay here on the condition that I take over Lucifer’s spot on the council until he either kicks me out or until our agreement has ended.”

“If I may, when will this agreement of yours be over?” The blueberry angel asked.

“I will be returning to the Devildom once Lord Diavolo has been crowned king and his father is 100% out of the picture. Now if you don’t mind me asking, could you introduce yourselves?” “Oh how rude of us, I’m sorry, I am Gabriel.” Gabriel had chestnut brown medium length hair, reaching shoulders. His eyes were a dull green. He wore a white turtleneck and had a light green shawl with golden tassels. He pointed to the strawberry angel. “This is Raphael and he’s Uriel.” He pointed to the chocolate chip angel. Raphael had long reddish-orange hair put up in a high ponytail. His eyes were a stormy gray. He wore a simple light gray half sleeve with an off the shoulder white cape and little decor. Uriel had short gray hair and golden eyes that almost seemed to sparkle. He wore something that reminded you of an off white scholar's robe with gray accents. “These are Saraqael, and Raguel.” He pointed to 2 of the quieter angels who didn’t participate in “the great pancake debate”. “We make up the Archangel council and we’re happy to have you Y/N.” Gabriel finished off with a smile. You were just barely able to make out a little “Not all of us” from Michael. You decided to ignore it, and then, like all the decisions you’ve ever made, it was the wrong one. Sitting back down you asked,

“So, quick question. What started The Great Pancake Topping debate?”

Breakfast ended 2 hours later with upset angels, and pancakes, everywhere…

In the Devildom. After they lost Y/N

Levi went straight to his room as soon as they got home. As soon as he closed and locked the door he went straight to Henry’s fishbowl, picked it up and sat in his bathtub, hugging the bowl as he cried. ‘Why do I feel like this?! I only like 2D characters and Ruri-chan, not 3D people. How do I miss them?... Why did they leave me? They were my player 2.’ “Well it makes sense, no one would want to stay with a worthless shut in of an otaku like me” he said to the empty room. Henry 2.0 glubbed a bubble in response. “You wouldn’t leave me, would you Henry?” *Glub* “No you wouldn’t… I miss them.” Levi stayed in his tub hugging Henry 2.0 until he fell asleep.

Present

It was another late night, Levi was bingeing a new anime ‘I fell in love with a 3D girl but I’m afraid she’ll leave me after finding out that I’m an otaku who rarely leaves their room’ . He was halfway through the 9th episode when he got a notification from Mononoke Island. One of his raid mates was stuck and needed some help. He paused his marathon to help his fellow mate and stayed up until the early hours of the morning switching between playing Mononoke and watching his anime. Stumbling into the dining room for breakfast the next morning, he was met with complete silence. Lucifer had left early, Belphie was asleep, Beel was too absorbed in eating, Satan in his book and Asmo on his phone to even notice him enter the room. Mammon was busy in the human world helping out sone witches. Levi sat down in his normal spot, taking whatever was left as he mentally prepared himself for the day. As soon as the bell rang, signaling the end of the day at RAD, still dressed in his uniform, Levi left as quickly as he could. There was an anime expo happening in the human realm right now and there was some ultra-rare limited edition Ruri-chan merch being sold there. He had gotten Lucifer’s permission to attend the expo so long as he was back by 11. Existing the portal and making his way to the expo, Levi thought about the last expo he attended with Y/N. They cosplayed as Erin and Levi from Attack on Titan and spent the entire day surrounded by fellow anime nerds. They had also booked a room at a nearby hotel. It was 3 days of bonding time for them. Entering the expo, Levi decided he would get something for them as decor for their headstone put in memory of them in the backyard of the House of Lamentation. Nearing the line for Ruri-chan merch, Levi noticed someone staring intensely at him. He decided to ignore them but keep a loose eye on them, just in case. He got to the front of the line and purchased 4 of the Ruri-chan collection kits. One for use, one for display, one to keep and sell in the future, and one for Y/N. He decided to wander around a little more to see if anything else would catch his eye while he was here. He spotted a Black Butler station and remembered the jokes he and Y/N would crack about Barbatos and Sebastian. He passed a Fate/Stay Night stand and remembered their conversations on which heroic class they would belong to. Levi would have been the perfect Lancer. He passed countless other stalls, each of them holding a memory he made with Y/N. Distracted by his trip down memory lane, Levi forgot all about the person stalking him. He went and purchased some dinner from one of the stalls before sitting down and pulling out his DDD and looked at some pictures of Y/N and him at their last expo. He didn’t look up from his phone until he felt someone sit opposite of him. Levi looked up to see some middle aged man just sitting there on his phone. He didn’t have any food, merch, or even look like someone interested in an anime expo. Feeling an uncomfortable aura emitting from this man, Levi got up and left. He took a quick look over his shoulder and saw that the man wasn’t following him. He left the expo and went down an alleyway to open up a portal back to the Devildom when he accidentally bumped into someone dropping his purchases.

“S-sorry”

“That’s quite alright.” The stranger extended a hand out to let him up. “Say, I’d love to know where you got your uniform from. No schools around here have uniforms like that one.”

Looking up, Levi saw the same man that was watching him with a twisted smile. Masking his fear, he mumbled an excuse about being in a rush and tried to dash around him. Before he could get 2 steps down the alley, the man grabbed him and pushed him further into the alleyway. Levi’s head struck the wall hard leaving him dazed for a moment.

“I didn’t think my intel about finding a RAD attendee at the expo would be true but whaddya know? Seems I caught myself a demon.”

Levi, now more aware of his surroundings, realized he was cornered by a demon hunter. Despite being in an alleyway, there were too many people around for him to do anything rash. Without missing a beat, the hunter pulled out an enchanted dagger aiming straight for Leviathan’s heart. Levi rolled and dogged last minute before colliding into someone’s chest. That person in question wrapped his arms around Levi’s chest and put their own dagger to his throat.

“I know you’re there! Come on out and I might spare your friend's life!” The hunter holding Levi yelled. When no one stepped out, the dagger held by Levi’s neck began pushing on his skin. Levi felt a flare of pain and against his better judgement, transformed. His tail wrapped around hunter 2’s leg and flipped him over while the first hunter charged at him, only to be blown to the ground as a powerful gust of wind knocked him over.

“Jeez Levi, you’re lucky I was here. Seriously, why didn’t ya do somethin’ earlier? Maybe then I wouldn’t have ta save yo ass.” Mammon stepped out from the darkness with a bored look on his face.

“Come on, Lucifer’s waiting for ya back home. LOOK OUT!” Levi turned around just in time to see Hunter number 2 taking a swing at his neck and managed to duck just in time. Mammon then charged over punching the hunter square in the face, knocking him out cold.

“T-thanks M-mammon.”

“No problem. Come on, let’s get ya back home before any more of them show up.”

Stepping through the portal, a question plagued Levi’s mind.

“Mammon, how did you know I was in trouble?”

“Some witches summoned me. I overheard them talk about some hunter group getting a tip about a possible demon being at some expo. Then I realized that it was the same one you were going to, so I decided to go there myself to make sure ya weren’t followed. I’m glad I did too.”

“Th-thank you Mammon. Really.”

“Of course, what are big brothers for. Anyway, about my payment, maybe you can forget about the money I owe ya?”

Groaning, Levi started walking faster, leaving Mammon and his whining behind as he made his way back to the safety of his room.

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silvanable · 3 years

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Idk if hcs are open and ignore me if it isnt!! Can i request an angsty ikevamp prompt? How would suitors react to an MC he likes who likes another suitor? Both suitor and MC's love can be unrequited, and MC could come to suitor to talk about her unrequited love. If you want to make it super angsty, MC could be suitor's first actual romantic interest in a very long time. Plz feel free to choose any suitor, but my favs are leo/comte. I love your writings :) thanks so much!

i know you said headcanons but i saw this as a perfect opportunity to slap down an angst filled fic because i’m not doing so hot and i can’t process emotions unless it’s written format. anyways, i hope you don’t mind!

i figured it was about time i got back to my roots, bringing the unholy angst back that started this blog—

SO HAPPY THANKSGIVING AND WHY NOT WRECK CELEBRATE THE HOLIDAYS WITH A LITTLE ANGST, EH?

and everyone can cry with me because we all abso—fucking—lutely know that comte would sideline himself and his feelings for the better of others.

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✒ tags : unrequited love, comte x mc, mentioned mc x leonardo, angsty af, gn!reader mostly but love languages don’t have fucking gn terms

✒ warnings : n/a

✒ word count : 1740

It seemed this was some sort of punishment. It had to be, perhaps to make up for all the things he had done in his youth. Fitting, he would agree, but it did not lessen the pain.

Here you are, sitting in the garden with him.

A wistful sigh falls from your lips.

The things he would do to comfort you. To assure you that you were deserving of all admiration and love.

He would steal your breath with amorous kisses, only daring to relent when neither of you could last a moment longer without air. He would whisper every loving and reassuring word he could muster from his tongue. He would hold you close and keep you in his embrace until you understood how much he adored you.

He would do all these things because he loved you like any other before. You were intoxicating. The way you smiled brought warmth to his chest. The sound of your laughter was a melody he could never tire of. The scent of you was more intoxicating than any vintage wine that ever grazed his lips.

Without you, he was empty and hollow. You had brought the light back into his life. You had offered a hand to him and showed him a gentleness he believed he was undeserving of.

And perhaps he still was because your heart belonged to another.

Comte forced a small smile.

“Ma cherie,” He called your attention. Those beautiful eyes flickered away from the cup of tea in your hands and up to him. His heart still had not gotten used to such a sweet gaze upon him, yet now it was broken with sorrow.

“You said you wanted my advice on something?”

You pursed your lips in response. It seemed you were second-guessing yourself on the need to talk. Comte knew the expression you made all too well and offered a small, encouraging nod.

Another sigh escaped you, far heavier than the one before. “There’s… Someone I like and the problem is, well, they don’t seem to feel the same way.”

What a bitter irony of life.

“See,” You shifted, sitting up and twisted your hands in the hem of your sleeves, “It’s been a long time since I felt something for someone and… I don’t know— maybe I’m just over-analyzing it because they were nice.”

He understood, Comte understood entirely what you meant. After all, he was looking at the very person who had set a spark to his heart’s fire and he would never say a thing.

“Are you sure this mysterious suitor is just unaware of your affections?” He took a sip from the teacup in his hands. He tried to play it off calmly, to hold himself together.

Nothing was allowed to slip through his carefully crafted facade. It took decades to build such a gentlemanly persona and he would not allow himself to fall in shambles, back onto his old ways. No, he had to be a better man.

No matter how much this drove a knife into his chest.

You shrugged, defeated with a gesture of your hand. “I don’t know, maybe it’s because we’re just too different—personal—and don’t even get me started on time-traveling culturally!” An exasperated huff left you, somewhere between a broken laugh and squashed sob.

Comte said your name softly, “Surely there are things you have similar, things that drew you to this person,” He set the tea aside on the table between you both, “Have you confronted them about your feelings?”

As if he was one to talk about such a thing, with you just across from him, yet he hid a secret from you.

A growl of frustration erupted from your throat. “That’s the thing! I’ve tried so many times to find a good moment but any time I start, he somehow always manages to run away!” By now you were on your feet, angrily pacing through the gazebo.

“I mean, did I do something wrong? Is it because he’s a vampire and I’m not?” You vented, too caught in the whirlwind of your growing anger to notice the softness the pureblood gazed at you with.

He understood the fear of that commitment. You were mortal after all, he was not. No doubt the resident—who Comte had a growing suspicion of who, yet would not dare entertain the thought, not yet—feared their long life and falling for someone who would, eventually, pass away and leave them a broken heart.

He would love you nonetheless. If you were his, he would dare to turn you if you let him, so that he could have you to himself longer.

Selfish, yes, but if he had been fortunate enough to have your heart he would never want to let it go.

“Or is it because of the door? I don’t have to go back—hell! I’ve thought more than once these past few weeks about not going back!” You glared heatedly at the mansion. A gaze that was so fierce that the flames of it practically glowed in your eyes.

“But when I mention I might suddenly Leonardo—” Comte visibly flinched, you did not notice, “—is insisting that I go the moment I’m able when all I’ve been trying to tell him is I want to stay for him!”

How could you be so cruel and yet so gentle at the same time?

Comte had only wished you had never said his name, his closest friend. He could feel his heart twist, the ugly head of jealousy reared like a viper, but he forced it down.

He was a gentleman, one of the utmost kind.

Comte’s smile strained but to you, it was sympathetic. “You must understand, ma cherie, as pureblood vampires things are different for us.”

“Yes and?” You turned to Comte, expression twisted and asking to explain how any of that mattered. How did being different like that matter so much when you were so enamored with him that you were willing to give up everything you knew just to be with him.

“Does he not want me and just doesn’t want to tell me?” Your voice welled with emotion suddenly, “Does he think it’s sparing my feelings instead of telling me straight?” Tears gathered in your eyes.

It was painful to see you becoming so unraveled. At that moment, it took all his strength to remain poised and still, to not reach over and take you into his arms and kiss away all of your tears. But he could not be the jealous man, it was not his place, because he was not your lover. He was nothing but your host and he had to remain the courteous host for you.

And now of all times, he damned himself for taking that position, because it meant he would never have you.

“Perhaps he believes that not telling you will spare you of forcing your decision, of stealing the life you have ahead of you.” And to protect you from the heartache I feel now.

You sank back into your seat. A disheartened sigh fell from your lips as you put your head in your hands. “What should I do?” You lifted your head to look at Comte.

He could not resist your gaze, the way your beautiful eyes plead with him. He wanted to see that stunning smile of yours again, the one that brightened his days, the one he cherished in his dreams.

It was decided at that moment, he would see your smile again. Even if it meant he had to break his heart to have you happy. To see you happy was all he wanted.

“Let me speak with Leonardo,” He prayed you had not heard the jealousy hidden in his chest in his voice, “I’m sure I can find what is troubling my friend and spare you from any further pain.” He leaned forward, taking your hand in his.

If he could freeze time he would have, to engrave this moment in space and never let it pass. The warmth of your hand in his. How the light returned to your face with newfound hope. The sparkle in your eyes. Everything, he wanted to remember everything about you at this moment forever and preserve it.

Alas, time was fleeting, and moved on despite his desperate wishes. So he had to keep the memory, tucked away somewhere close to his heart, never to leave him even with the wear of time.

“You would?” The eager hopefulness in your voice was heart-wrenching.

“Of course, ma cherie,” He patted your hand before he reluctantly withdrew his touch, “This is an issue you have with one of my residents and I would not be a decent host to let these problems fester when they affect you so.”

You were absolutely beaming, a bright smile that could rival the sun’s own warmth and light. It was something he wished he could have basked in for eternity.

“Thank you so much, Comte,” You jumped from your seat, throwing your arms around him.

The action was so sudden it had taken him by surprise and yet before he could process and return the gesture, you drew away again.

“Thank you!” You repeated, gathering up the dishes from your tea chat, “I should go help Sebastian with dinner.” Your tone was practically ecstatic as you moved back towards the path to the mansion.

All the while Comte only smiled at you. Yet as your figure grew further and further away, fading into the gardens lush greenery, his smile began to gradually fall.

That facade of a caring, gentlemanly host shattered the moment you were gone. Emotions erupted from the tight fist that had held them at bay. Comte pressed a hand to his mouth, restraining the sounds of sorrow that threatened to burst from him. Amber eyes welled with unshed tears.

Emotions rushed over him like a tidal wave. There was no moment to breathe, not a chance to catch himself. No, these feelings grabbed hold of him and dragged him under. He would drown in them and nothing could save him now.

Comte swallowed hard and his eyes fluttered close.

The sky grew darker as time passed him by in silence.

He took a shaky breath and steadied himself, dropping his hand into his lap, as he regained his composure.

“For you,” His voice betrayed the emotions under the calm face, “For you, ma cherie, and your smile.”

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lovee-infected · 4 years

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Hi may I please have headcannons for Ciel Phantomhive who got transported to Twisted wonderland.

It got a bit long for headcanons but why not ? Ciel in twisted wonderland has got a lot to tell lol

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He assumes it all to be a dream when he wakes up in NRC , as he slides the door of his coffin open just to fall to the ground

He tries and calls for Sebastian , considering this situation having something to do with him .When Sebastian doesn't show up , he leds out a moody growl trying to find someone or a way out of wherever he was

Mirror hall didn't seem a bad place for him to wake up at ; since most of the designs remained the same over hundreds of years it was kinda similar to victorian styles from Ciel's original time . He low-key starts admiring decorations and unfortunately , steps on something's tail

Grim naturally freaks out being woken up from his slumber like this and in a few seconds the whole salon is set on fire

Crowley arrives just in time to find Ciel almost choking Grim while shouting at him to do something ; poor Grim passes out when Crowley finally freed him from the savage Phantomhive's hands

Crowley isn't sure what to do first , punishing him for intense violence or clarifying which dorm would be responsible for him

He leaves judgement to the mirror and...it doesn't go quite as expected : " Your soul is...no . Not again...this one doesn't belong to any dorms either ," mirror says . Crowley got terrified thinking that it was similar to MC's situation , but he got even worse as the mirror says : " I see nothing through him because...I see no soul "

Crowley argues that there must be a mistake but Ciel himself knows that his soul no longer belongs to him , but to Sebastian

Ciel asks if the mirror knows anything about his contract , but neither the mirror nor headmaster had any idea on what he was talking about

Ciel decides to skip that part since he doesn't want to spill more tea himself , so he asks where he is

After Crowley's hour long presentation and telling Ciel that he's stuck in twisted wonderland until Crowley finds a way to send him back home , poor boy nervously smirks

He is now sure of it all being a dream so he tries anything that would help him to wake up : Pinching himself , slapping , screaming and finally , throwing himself out of window - He is lucky that Crowley catches him before his head crashes the ground

He almost saw dead with his two eyes , so it couldn't be a dream anymore

He first freaks out at how he can't come back , but then calms down realizing that he won't stay here for too long ;Sebastian would not let

Sebastian isn't one demon to give up on his soul just by him disappearing , he is way greedier and stubborner and would do anything it takes to have his rights as long as Ciel isn't dead . So being caught in a different world or dimension was no stop for Sebastian , specially thinking that demons themselve came from another dimension

Ciel decides to be hopeful that Sebastian would find him anyway , so he says that he'll wait just there until Sebastian comes for him , ignoring Crowley's ramblings wanting him to stop being stubborn

After a few hours Ciel gives up , accepting that he can't last on his own if he just waits for Sebastian to show up : What is taking that bastard so long...

The kind and good-hearted Crowley offers him a vip stay at their all Happy and comfortable hotel , aka Ramshackle dorm

Ciel argues that he just can't live like a pig , but Crowley states that he's either staying out or at Ramshackle's . He angrily growls , having to deal with it

The next morning he wakes up to see no one but Grim , which made both of them scream . MC catches the pan before Grim could throw it at Ciel , and Ciel brings out his gun- . MC then slaps him for rudeness and takes the gun

He ends up having to head classes with MC and Grim since he has nothing else to do , though he was too young to head any of the classes

Ciel isn't used to heading to public classes , but he's okay with them since he has his experience from Weston College , but something else irritates him :

This school was a bit too similar to Weston College. Not only atmosphere but also students . He basically shared the same class with a green haired version of Greenhill . Sebek is nothing different from him except being...more annoying . He couldn't stop talking about someone he called young master which makes him look a bit like Agni

Same goes for Ace and Deuce , they seemed kinda familiar but Ciel isn't sure where he's seen them before

He doesn't like Crowley because the way he acts , talks and hides his eyes remind him of Undertaker ; making him feel unsafe whenever he is around

This annoying pace continues for him ; a socially awkward emo with long blue hair who is good enough to be Gregory Violet's Identical twin , a teenage-version of Agni who shares the same wild spirit as Suma , and many others

He thought that it couldn't get any worse until he almost screams Snake at a guy who looks JUST- LIKE - HIM , sleeping under a tree . Silver wakes up to Ciel's fascinated gaze and gives him a confused look , that makes Ciel run away

School on the other hand is terrible : Magic's history is nothing like the history he is learned by Sebastian , but he could handle studying something all new . The problem is with the rest of classes : Animal language , alchemy and and anything that requires any talent in magic ; but PE is the worst . His body is already pretty weak and he falls at asthma attacks several times . To add to that his height is another thing he had to keep up with , he is at least 10 centimeters shorter than even the smallest ones there and of course , Night raven's unraveled students don't mind bullying a short moody kiddo-

Beside his enormous problems , there are other advantages as well ;

Ciel isn't much of a people person , but students there are rather interesting to him

Still most of them seem neutral to him , but there are also ones who catch his eyes :

He doesn't like : Grim (for obvious reasons) , Ace and Deuce (too loud and annoying ) , Cater ( Is always playing with some odd invention called phone *) , Leona and Ruggie ( they bully him ) , Jade ( Looks and talks like Sebastian ) , Floyd ( looks like an illegal combination of Sebastian and Grell...+ calls him baby seal ) , Rook ( stalks on him) , Sebek ( too annoying)

He low-key likes : Riddle ( he respects him organized nature + they look a bit similar) , Trey ( acts like a loyal servant ) , Azul ( is smart with contracts and seems to be a man of culture + runs a cafe with good teas and desserts) , Idia ( he weird , yet interesting ) , Silver ( reminds him of Snake) , Malleus ( is mysterious and looks like an almighty master )

The rest are just neutral to him

( * ) : Ciel obviously doesn't know what a phone is , along with many other things invented after his age ; he thinks they are all magical tools and not something created by the hand of man

Riddle invites him to tea parties and Ciel appreciates it , at least one thing that made him calm down in this crazy world

He once goes to Mister S's shop and Sam immediately senses a demonic aura around him , asking him tons of questions about the demon shielding him . Ciel dodges from answering each and every one of them but Sam isn't yet satisfied . He doesn't argue as he Ciel resists answering but Ciel is about to leave , he tells something that makes his blood run cold : " ...We'll soon meet this mister Sebastian in person , little demon ; My friend on the other side told me"

When learning that Azul is a master of contracts , Ciel goes to him to see if he knows anything about contracts made with demons ; which he either doesn't really know or doesn't want to share since Ciel has nothing to give as the price

Azul though still sends the twins after him since he's starting to get interested after his demon sorted questions ; which made him curious of what this child might actually know

Ciel once steps into Ignihyde and gets out in 0.01 seconds . His mind isn't yet prepared to deal with a technology which won't be yet discovered until hundreds of years later from his original time

Other than Ignihyde , the dorm which really makes him feel uncomfortable is Scarabia . The atmosphere is just like Suma's palace and getting reminded of that horrible massacre with Agni's death isn't really pleasant . He meets both Kalim and Jamil in school and Kalim even invites him to parties , but he immediately says no . He decides to stay away from there as much as possible

Savanaclaw is his danger zone , he steps in = He dies . He once calls Leona Pathetic nasty cat and that is enough for Leona to set a prize for his head

Malleus on the other hand seems to be appreciating this little guest . Ciel feels a bit unsafe around him as Malleus notices his supernatural secrets , including the seal under his blindfold without him mentioning it ; but Malleus confronts him that he doesn't want anything from him and he's just interested that's all

Rook hears from Octavinelle students that Azul is after the child , and that makes him enter the challenge uninvitedly ; the Ciel catching game . After all he lives to be the greatest of hunters and also , whatever the reason was , Pomefiore would have an advantage holding what Octavinelle needed

If it wasn't because of MC , Grim , Ace and Deuce sticking to him all day he would've got caught long ago , but no one could kidnap him this easily when others were around

With his terrible situation at classes , daily argues with Grim and anyone else , bully routines and almost half of the school after him he knows that he won't last there much longer

Ciel now can't help but to pray for Sebastian to find him sooner wherever he is now...

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Note : Now now , would you guys like a second part for this in which Sebastian this time , finds his way to twisted wonderland..? (:

Update: Part 2 here!

Tagging : @lethlia @xxunrxvelingxx @ji-yaaan

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