Sebastian finds MC's diary on the common room floor. He paces by the fireplace as he skims through the pages, realizing that it belongs to MC.
The way she writes about the things they could do.. should do.. makes him more than excited. He slams the book shut and races up the stairs to her dormitory, ready to confront her.
MC was trying to catch up with her assignments, working late by the fireplace in the Slytherin common room. But her boyfriend obviously had other plans for the evening.
MDNI
Warnings: NSFW, smut, manipulative and assertive Seb.
P.S. This utterly filthy audio was a result of a purely scientific discussion about the possible reasons for Sebastian to abstain, inspired by this HL science post 🙈
I made this audio from a scene from my fanfiction We had it all, available on Wattpad in English and in French (Nous avions tout). Enjoy !
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Synopsis : While Y/n plans to go to bed after a complicated day, someone catches her by surprise and takes her to the showers of the Slytherin Common Room. She quickly realizes that it is Sebastian. However, the young man doesn’t seem to be in his usual state.
Can I get a poem from Seb's POV realising he's in love with a stoic and sarcastic MC? Pretty please? ♡
Thank you so much!!!
I find myself contemplating beneath a grand tapestry. Here, where history and footfalls erode the stone, I wait for her, a wizard with wonder cradled in my breast.
She is an enigma, a witch with a sharp gaze, chilling yet beautiful, the icicles that adorn the eaves in winter.
Her words are laced with sarcasm that bites the air, leaving trails of frost in its wake. Yet in her presence, a warmth pushes my very paradigm to shift, aligning itself with the rhythm of her heartbeat,
steady,
and unwavering,
and pounding.
There is stoicism in the silent strength that she carries, an invisible mantle. For all her phlegmatic propriety, laughter is seldom heard but always marvelled, a comet streaking across the night, so breathtakingly beautiful because it is so fleeting, so untouchable; Blink and you’ll miss it.
And as she is lost in the pages of a book, I am lost in the contemplation of her, amidst the scent of ancient parchment, and incantations penned eons ago.
There is something about how she concentrates, how slender fingers tuck the stray strand behind an ear, that dredges something deep from my chest, winches it to breach the surface, and shatters the safety of my rib cage.
It calls forth those precious pieces of the past, brief and charged with an electricity that defies explanation, cherished and treasured;
A debate in the common room, heated until the embers in the fireplace grow cold.
A shared glance during dinner that speaks volumes above words.
A partnership in Potions that feels like an alchemy of curiosity.
She challenges me, this witch who wears armour of indifference as effortlessly as she wields a wand. Yet woven in the whitespace of her words, in silence that follows clever retorts, I hear the unspoken truths of her heart...
Oh, how they echo mine.
In a world where the future is as uncertain as the shifting staircases, I have fallen with certainty. Not for the heroines of old who grace the pages of textbooks, not for the fleeting charms of a passing fancy, but for her—the witch who does not wear her heart on her sleeve, out in the open for anyone to claim.
Hers is tucked, folded into the safety of her chest, as all precious things should be.
I have to admit it, I too have become a simp for Sebastian 😭 I downloaded ElevenLabs to make some audios from him and I thought I'd share my first one 🤭
Sebastian seeks a private moment, believing that he and Ominis are the only ones with any knowledge of the Undercroft.. But there's someone else who knows every square inch of the castle.