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Sour Times
{Bully!Sebastian Sallow x Bullied!GN!Hufflepuff!}
Introduction: Slight deviation from the official HL story. Rather than everyone being intrigued at your unique arrival to Hogwarts, it’s a badge of dishonor to develop your magic so late. Hufflepuffs have a pathetic reputation, and you’ve been sorted into their house. The only reason Sebastian puts up with you is because he needs your ancient magic... and because he wants you all to himself. But he’d never tell, not when the whole school would start picking on and laughing at him like they did you. Yet, when he sees the way you look at Garreth Weasley, he wonders if everyone else’s approval means anything at all.
Word Count: ~ 6,350
Warnings: Kissing, Angst, Bullying
Author’s Note: I finally finished! 🥳 Us Hufflepuffs always get dunked on and I wanted to play around with that. I watched A Silent Voice and Normal People and couldn’t stop thinking about bully-to-lover scenarios. I’ve proofread so many times but I know I’m missing something, gonna do that thing where I get sneaky and edit here and there. Long one today so kick back, grab a snack, do hot people shit, enjoy 😘
Songs (if interested):
Sour Times - Portishead
Intro/Spectrum - HAELOS
September - Instrumental - Sparky Deathcap (oh... cara mia, how i love him)
Heather - Conan Gray
chance with you - mehro
Awaken - Dario Marianelli, Jack Liebeck, Benjamin Wallfisch
“We know that from time to time, there arise among human beings, people who seem to exude love as naturally as the sun gives out heat.”
- Alan W. Watts
-
As you meandered down the halls to your next class, holding your books with one hand and the other resting in your pocket, someone had grabbed your arm, tugging you behind a corner, causing you to drop your belongings. Whoever it was slammed your back into the wall, then propped up a hand next to your head to trap you in place.
You looked up and met the eyes of your abductor. This position wasn’t anything new to you, though it was new to be here with Sebastian Sallow.
Someone was always trying to mess with you or ruin your day. Being a late bloomer with magic and getting sorted into Hufflepuff hadn’t done you any favors. Other than that, there wasn’t anything wrong with you per se, it was just your social standing at Hogwarts. Even some Hufflepuffs wanted nothing to do with you, believing you made their house even more embarrassing to be in. Yet, that didn’t stop any of the student body from threatening you to do favors for them.
“Heard that you can wield ancient magic. Is it true?”
Your furrowed your brows, wondering how word could spread that quickly. But you suppose the magic you used on the troll in Hogsmeade hadn’t been very discreet. Too bad they gave all the credit to Natsai Onai, you might have made some friends with your troll takedown story.
Shifting your gaze down, you nodded your head.
“Prove it.” He held out a folded piece of parchment, the all too familiar blue glow emanating from it.
You took it from his hands and unfolded it to see rune symbols you’d encountered countless times. “Where did you get this?”
“Doesn’t matter, do you recognize those rune symbols?”
You nodded your head looking over the pages. “I see these whenever I need to unlock a door with ancient magic.”
Sebastian’s breath hitched and you finally met his heavy stare. He cleared his throat and regained his composure. “Exactly. And you’re going to come with me to open one I found.”
You folded the parchment back up and held it out to him. “Okay.”
He snatched it from your hands. “Don’t toy with me. If you don’t help me with this, I can make your life truly miserable here. I’m good friends with Ominis Gaunt, and he’s not afraid to use his family connections to -”
“I said okay.”
Sebastian narrowed his eyes at you, not knowing what you were playing at.
“Write me when you have a time and place.” You told him, exhausted.
He eyed you a moment longer, then stepped aside for you to leave. You picked up your books from the ground and kicked the dirt at your feet as you left, taking your time getting to your next class.
“So you’re going to help me? Just like that?” He called after you when he saw it was still just the two of you in the hall.
“Got nothing better to do.” You replied as you kept on your way.
-
Sebastian was the first person to ask for something and come along with you to get it done. Most people would just send you off, but there he was, exploring the cave and fighting giant spiders by your side.
That little outing turned out to be the first of many. Over time, Sebastian explained his sister’s curse and everything he had done to try to find a cure. He kept it to himself, but he was happy to find someone he could go through this journey with, someone who wasn’t trying to make him abandon hope, even if it was the Hogwarts outcast.
You made the mistake of assuming this meant you were friends in public. When you tried to approach him at Hogwarts, he looked at you as if you had grown horns. He caught sight of a few students whispering to each other and glancing your way. In a panic, he knocked the books from your hands, scattering them to the floor.
“Looks like the Hufflepuff had a little accident.” He jested loud enough for everyone around to hear. He walked away to meet up with some other Slytherin students who were in hysterics at what he had just done. He glanced back your way and it took everything in him to keep the amused look on his face. You were picking your books up off the floor and Garreth Weasley had come to help you. Sebastian noticed he had said something to cheer you up and it brought a smile to your face.
And then a thought surfaced in his head. I think I'd rather be the one who made you smile.
-
Sebastian’s public displays of discourtesy hadn’t let up. He felt awful, but he couldn’t stand the scrutiny he would get if he was seen with you. Just because he could see all these wonderful qualities in you, didn’t mean everyone else could. The Slytherins especially would give him a tough time. He would get defensive, spewing every excuse he could think of. “Don’t be daft. I only needed to see the Hufflepuff about charms class, nothing more.”
The guilt ate away at him. So when the two of you came across the scriptorium door that could only be opened by casting the cruciatus curse, he felt this could be his penance. But you refused to cast it on him.
He fisted the fabric of your shirt, jerking you towards him. “Dammit, why not?!” He demanded, incredulous. Dread arose in him, because he knew if he casted it on you he would be causing true agony. Everything he had done to you at Hogwarts was an act of rudeness, he never wanted to do anything that caused you pain in this way.
“Because I wouldn’t mean it.”
His face recoiled as if you had slapped him. He was unable to believe it. After all you’ve put up with, how could you not mean to harm him, how could you not want to? “I have been nothing but cruel to you, this is your chance to be cruel back! I know you hate me! I know you hate everyone!”
“I don’t hate you.” You placed your hands atop his that were gripping your shirt, in hopes it would calm him down. “Cast it on me, Sebastian. Get us out of here.”
Sebastian released your shirt, shoving you back. He turned away from you and rubbed a steadying hand down his face. Using the frustration he felt with you then, he spun to face you and recited, “Crucio!”
You fell to the floor, your screams of suffering echoed through his head.
Sebastian shot up in bed in a cold sweat, breathing coming out uneven. He rubbed his face in his hands and let out a shaky sigh. Ever since the scriptorium, he hadn’t gotten a good night’s sleep, the nightmare had kept replaying in his head.
-
You arrived back at the entrance of the Hufflepuff common room rather late in the night. It was passed curfew but you wanted to get all of Sirona’s lost letters back to her. Seeing the look on her face had made missing out on a few hours of sleep all worth it.
You startled when you saw a figure move out from the darkness. It was Sebastian, his eyes were red and puffy, dark circles had formed under them.
“Sebast -”
“Why’d you have me do it?” He demanded, his voice cracking. “Why couldn’t you -” He couldn’t stop the tears that fell. His shoulders began to shake as breathy sobs escaped him.
You ran up and pulled him into your arms, gently guiding his head down to your shoulder, and he let himself cry. “I’m okay. Everything’s okay.” You soothed.
He was the one who casted crucio on you, yet here you were comforting him. He felt worthless. You weren’t like anyone he had ever met. You never wanted anything in return, doing things purely out of the kindness of your heart even if it nearly killed you. He couldn’t grasp such a concept, and it overwhelmed him.
He went on his knees before you and took your hand into both of his. “Cast it on me. Please, it’s the only way I can make it all right. I did the wrong thing and I need to make it all right.” He pleaded.
You knelt on the ground with him, meeting his level. You pulled your hand from his and placed it on his cheek. You tried to meet his eyes. “Look at me. I will never do that to you.”
Though you meant for the words to comfort him, they felt like a knife to his chest. He smacked your hand away and scrambled to his feet, running out of sight.
He knew it then as he arrived back at his dorm room, and he let himself feel it entirely, as if he were punishing himself. He was in love with you, and he could never have you, not after everything he had done.
-
In the time that followed, Sebastian had wanted to act as if the scriptorium and his confrontation with you never happened. You kept an eye on him but went along with it. Your discreet meetings and his insults towards you resumed.
When Sebastian asked to meet briefly about information on a relic he had found in Salazar Slytherin’s spellbook, it was a good day for the both of you.
Your face was bright and ecstatic as you looked down at the thunderbrew potion in your hands. “It took me forever to get the ingredients, but I think I got a knack for brewing.” You couldn’t help but gush to Sebastian, trying to stifle your giggles and keep your voice low so no one around the two of you could hear.
Sebastian didn’t dare let it grow, but a charmed smile tugged at the corner of his lips. If he was going to react to you, he'd try to make it look like you were a nuisance to be around.
“Do you think if - well, I mean - what would you think if -” You began timidly, biting at your lip. Sebastian didn’t look at you, but he listened close, clinging to each word you left him on. “Do you think Garreth would be impressed if I showed him?”
And away went any temptation to smile, he opened the book in his hand to act like he was reading. He discovered that to be the consequence whenever he found himself being pulled towards you, he’d always get slapped with the reality that you were pulled towards Garreth. The other day, when everyone was standing around waiting for Defense Against the Dark Arts class to start, he caught sight of you looking out the window, the sunlight painted your features bewitchingly. He made his way over and saw you were watching Garreth playing Summoner’s Court. “Day dreaming you were actually useful in this class, Hufflepuff?” He had taunted. He’d claim it was to keep up the act but it was really in response to the hurt he felt. The pain only worsened when you glanced his way fleetingly and went right back to watching Garreth with undivided attention.
You noted his silence and felt stupid for even bringing it up to him. “Sorry, I got carried away. I know you don’t care.”
“I think Weasley will soil his breeches no matter what potion you show him.” He said bitterly. “Why do you think he’s so great anyway?”
You didn’t answer and Sebastian looked up to see your gaze following the red headed boy as he walked by, laughing along with a few other students. His stomach twisted uncomfortably and he looked back down to his book, eyes scanning the words but not taking them in.
“He’s the only person who’s been nice to me since day one. But I think that’s just who he is, looks like he’s nice to everyone.” You said the last part more to yourself. A chill went through the air and you began to shiver, seemingly too distracted to care due to where your attention laid.
“Where are your robes?” Sebastian tried to keep his voice monotone.
“Just forgot them is all.” Your eyes followed Garreth until he stopped walking to speak with some of his friends.
“Here. Take mine.” Sebastian exhaled as if he were annoyed, but he wasn’t. He was in earnest at the thought of wrapping you up in his robes.
You turned your attention back to him and shook your head. “No no, people will see. It’s alright.” Gaze returning to Garreth.
Sebastian stopped, robes halfway down his arms, then he shrugged them back on. “Oh... right.” He watched you shift back and forth on your feet, your fingers tapping against the potion’s flask. He could see the ache to run to the Gryffindor clear as day on your face.
“Send me an owl if anything else comes up for the relic.” You said without looking at him, and made your way over to Garreth.
He knew he should turn the other way and act like he was never speaking to you in the first place, as he always did after your furtive meetups. Yet his eyes remained glued to your form. As he watched you talking to Garreth with a beaming smile, laughing along with him as you showed him your thunderbrew potion, insurmountable heartache filled his chest.
It had finally hit him how he couldn’t care less what people thought, they didn’t even know you. No one knew you like he did, especially not Weasley. If everyone saw you through his eyes, they could easily see you were one of the most capable people at Hogwarts. If all it took to win you over was being kind to you since the beginning, he wanted to kick himself. I’ve been the biggest prat.
How could he have treated you the way he had? Asking for your help all this time, but not wanting to be seen with you in public. He had been nothing short of a coward. His fear of what others thought had led him to lose any chance with you. You were the one that’s helped him through this nightmare of a curse on his sister, you were the one willing to take on immense agony in the scriptorium for him, you were the one he yearned for. He could say the same for none of these people.
The blood drained from Sebastian’s face when he witnessed Garreth slip off his Gryffindor robes and put them on you. It was as if the wind was knocked out of him, his breathing started coming out shallow. He told himself to get out of there.
The first place he could think of was his dorm. He had tunnel vision the whole way there, a few students had asked if he was feeling alright as he passed. He waved them off, saying something about a potion brew gone wrong, he couldn’t fully remember. When he got to his dorm room, he burst through the door and sat at the edge of his bed. He leaned forward with his elbows on his knees and tried to steady his breathing. As soon as the sick feeling in his stomach started to dissipate, he laid back, throwing an arm over his eyes.
“What’s gotten into you?” Ominis asked, sitting himself on his own bed.
It took Sebastian a moment to be able to speak. He swallowed the lump in his throat and took a deep breath. “Nothing, I’m fine. Just feeling a little sick is all.”
“Is this about the Hufflepuff who helped us in the sciptorium?”
He couldn’t bring himself to say anything, and that was the only answer Ominis needed.
“Nobody cares you know. Sure it’s fun to make fun of a Hufflepuff, that’s nothing new. And one that developed their magic so late? Easy target. But in the end, no one cares. After everything that’s happened, it’s no surprise you feel the way you do.” Ominis never hesitated to call people out, but every now and then he had a way of saying what needed to be said without making someone feel too ashamed.
Sebastian should have known this, he should have had this conversation with himself before it could have gotten this far. He felt like such a child then, laying in his bed, pouting at the predicament he put himself in. But it was hard to pick himself back up, he felt his relationship with you was unsalvageable at this point and it was his fault. He was the nuisance you had to put up with because of that pesky Hufflepuff loyalty of yours, and Garreth was your escape. Garreth could make you happy just by being in your line of sight. He could only dream of having that effect on you at this point.
-
Sebastian had searched for you all day but to no avail. As a last resort, he made his way to the undercroft, he cringed thinking back on the time he first showed it to you. “I’m only showing you this place so we won’t be seen working together. You’re not welcome here if I’m not here.” It wasn’t true, but how would you have ever known otherwise? He had been so cruel to you, it was no wonder you wanted to run into Garreth’s arms. He had practically shoved you his way.
The sound of sniffling stopped him in his tracks. He pressed forward cautiously and saw you were sitting on the floor against the wall with your head down.
“What’s happened?” Sebastian strode up and knelt before you.
“Oh! Sebastian.” You startled. “I - I’m sorry, I’ll leave. Just allergies. Came down here to escape all that pollen.” You wiped at your face quickly, he could tell your eyes were puffy from crying.
His inner voice was screaming at him that this was his chance, as of that moment he could start taking steps in the right direction with you. He could become the person you wanted, slowly but surely. “Talk to me.” He sat beside you and took your hand in his, he began stroking it with his thumb in hopes it gave you some comfort.
You were taken aback by his actions, but then surmised that was probably how much he pitied you. You felt humiliated at the thought. The Hufflepuff got caught crying like a sad baby bird in the rain, who wouldn’t feel bad? You pulled your hand free from his. “It’s nothing, I just needed a moment. I’m truly sorry I came down here without you, I couldn’t think of any other place. I - I panicked.” You got up and began your escape out. “It won’t happen again.”
Sebastian tripped over himself as he went to chase after you. He ran up and wrapped his arms around you from behind, holding you in place. “Don’t go. Please, talk to me.”
His touch felt wrong to you and you slid free from his embrace. You didn’t feel safe with Sebastian, you didn’t feel safe with anyone at Hogwarts for that matter. But the look on his face had convinced you somewhat he wanted to know what was wrong. “I just had a bad day.”
He took a step towards you, hoping you would keep going.
You rolled your eyes at the foolishness you felt. “I worked up the courage to speak to Garreth about how I felt and -” You stopped and shook your head. “This is stupid, I don’t know why I’m telling you this -”
“What did he do?” His voice was direct, body stiffening.
You let out a sigh, hating that you were revisiting the memory. You looked down and began twiddling your thumbs. “I told Garreth how I felt and asked him on a date to The Three Broomsticks. He laughed in my face and said no. Said he’d be friendly with me in public but he wasn’t going to be seen on a date with me. And then he said we could still have some fun in private together.” You recalled the incident, disgusted. “But what else should I have expected? You said it yourself, no one wants to be seen with someone like me.”
Sebastian had never seen your features turn so harsh, and he hadn’t hated himself more than he did in that moment. "I never should have said that to you. Please, you have to know I never meant it.”
Your eyes didn’t meet his, he could tell you were still angry, not just with him, but with the world. He was surprised you didn’t get to this point sooner. Hufflepuffs really could put up with a lot before they’d had enough.
Sure, he wanted you to have feelings for him, but more than anything he wanted you to be happy, even if it wasn’t with him. Seeing your hurt expression then, he wanted to step up more than ever. “No good prick.” Sebastian dug his heels in the ground to storm out of the undercroft. “I’m going to kill him.”
Your eyes went wide. “What? No, it’s alright! Forget I said anything!” You grabbed his wrist trying to hold him back, but he just kept walking, dragging you along with him. “W - What happened to staying out of each other’s lives? You don’t owe me anything, Sebastian! Just drop it!”
Sebastian stopped to face you, he used the grip you had on his wrist and yanked you to him. He steadied you as you crashed into him, taking your face in his other hand and placing his lips atop yours. He wanted to convey everything he felt for you in that kiss, every thank you he should have said, every apology he should have made. You didn’t deserve any of the treatment you got at Hogwarts, especially from him.
His brows furrowed as he deepened the kiss. He tried to be tender, but the urgency was what took over with how he moved his lips against yours. Your grip fell from his wrist in shock and he used his now free hand to grab your waist and pull you flush to him. He felt you kiss him back, but with hesitancy, and then you pushed him away.
He looked at your stunned expression, “This feels wrong.” You whispered.
Shoving down the sting he felt at your rejection, he strode out of the undercroft, leaving you standing there, dumbfounded.
-
Sebastian spotted Garreth in the middle of the quidditch field, joking around with some friends. “Oi, Weasley!” He called as he strode up to the red head.
Garreth turned away from his group. “Yeah? What is it, Sall-” His words were cutoff when Sebastian punched him square in the jaw. He shot a hand up to where the throbbing began to kick in. “What in Merlin’s na - OOMF!” Sebastian rammed into his gut, tackling him to the ground. It finally kicked in what was happening and Garreth began to shove and punch back. Nearby students gathered around in a circle, hooting and hollering for them to keep going.
“Show that Gryffindor how it’s done, Sallow!”
“Get him good, Weasley!”
“Levioso!” Sebastian and Garreth were pulled apart and lifted into the air at Madam Kogawa’s spell cast. The two boys eyed each other, bruised and bloody, wanting to go back at it as she approached.
“I see detentions are in order.”
-
When Garreth confronted him, demanding what his deal was, Sebastian had dug into him. Shoving his finger into his chest, telling him he didn’t deserve someone like you.
“Oh please, as if you’re not doing the exact same thing. Everyone sees the ‘secret’ meetings the two of you have. I hardly think you’re the person to fault me.”
Sebastian couldn’t say anything in retaliation, because he was right. He deserved every punch and kick Weasley landed. But things were different now, and he was going to stop at nothing to prove it to you.
-
Sebastian leaned against the kegs just outside the Hufflepuff common room. He stood up straight when the entrance opened and you stepped out. Your gaze landed on him and your face twisted at his state.
“Are you alright?” You ran up to him and gently grabbed his chin to begin examining his bruising. Remembering you two weren’t in private, you yanked your hand back. “Sorry.” You glanced around to make sure no one had seen. It pained him, that after all the time you spent together, this was the habit he enforced in you. He grabbed at your hand and placed it against his cheek.
“I’m fine.” He thought about his next words carefully. “I'm not ashamed to be seen with you.” He began. “I’m so sorry I ever told you I was. I haven’t been there for you. If I could go back, I’d do it all differently. I really would.”
You avoided his gaze and looked down, pulling your hand away. His touch still felt wrong, and thinking about his kiss in the undercroft made you just as uneasy. Everything was so backwards, your mind couldn’t keep up. Not long ago, Garreth was the one being kind to you while Sebastian was itching to get as far away from you as possible. And now, Garreth had you repulsed and Sebastian had an avid interest to be by your side. You were in a constant state of confusion and had a strange desire for things to go back to how they were.
“Sebastian...” Your defenses went up as he moved closer to you, wanting to show you he was listening. “I’m going to be honest, I don’t believe you. All year you’ve dreaded being around me and now I’m supposed to believe your feelings changed just like that?”
Sebastian nodded his head, seeing what you were saying. He shouldn’t have expected you to be okay with all this just because he said so. “I understand. I’ve been awful to you. But I can make it all up to you, you’ll see. I can be what you want.”
You tried to search his eyes for some sort of reason for this shift in him, still not really taking in his words. “I think I need some space.” You were sick of boys playing with your feelings like this. There was only so much you could take. Pretty impressive trait of Hufflepuffs, anyone else would have felt worn thin ages ago.
Sebastian swallowed thickly and nodded his head. He forced a polite smile and left at the nearest floo.
He needs his space too. You thought. That way he’ll get over these feelings he supposedly has for you. You didn’t believe him for a second. You’ve seen other students swooning over each other. It definitely wasn’t what was happening between you and Sebastian Sallow. The only experiences you’ve had with him were secret meetings and him getting humiliated if someone associated the two of you together. He expected all that to just go away with one secret kiss? It wasn’t going to happen.
Maybe he went after someone else and they rejected him, and he was so desperate for affection he came to me. You concluded.
-
The days that followed, Sebastian kept his distance from you without really keeping his distance. Every morning, he got up early to get a flower from the fields surrounding Hogwarts, each one different than the day before. Whenever you got up from your desk or left your books unattended, he would cast the disillusionment spell on himself and place the flower in your book for you to stumble across later.
He didn’t need to see your reaction to it, but every now and then if you were in the same area, he’d be on the lookout for it. Sebastian watched from afar as you began looking through your book on a bench in the Transfiguration Courtyard. But his blood started to boil when he saw Garreth make his way over and sit down next to you.
You looked up from your book, a questioning look on your face.
Garreth was visibly nervous and wouldn’t meet your eyes. “I wanted to apologize for how I spoke to you the other day. My mother raised me better than that.”
You hummed as you looked across his features, noticing he was bruised up like Sebastian was. “What happened to you?”
Garreth scratched the back of his head. “Got some sense knocked into me by your friend, Sallow.”
“He’s not my friend.” You said plainly, trying to bring your attention back to your book. A part of you was annoyed Sebastian had actually followed through with going after Garreth, and another part was a little pleased the both of them landed strikes on the other.
He looked to your face then. “I really do like you, you know.” He confessed, and you returned his gaze. He was looking at you like he was sorry this wasn’t what he had said to you in the first place. “But I felt the pressure of everyone, and I told myself I should be embarrassed to be around you. But I’m not. Everyone else can sod off, I can see everything you’re doing even if they refuse to. You’re nothing short of incredible. I truly am sorry for what I said.”
You gave him a small nod. “Apology accepted.”
He smiled and let out a sigh of relief, then held out his hand. “Friends?”
You took it and shook. “Friends.”
He held your hand in his when you tried to pull away. “Don’t suppose that date to Three Broomsticks is still on the table?”
You scoffed but went silent when you saw he was serious. You shook your head and pulled your hand from his grasp.
“Right.” He looked down dejectedly. “Guess I deserved that, didn’t I?” He chuckled awkwardly, getting up and clearing his throat. “I’ll see you around then.” His voice was strained.
Sebastian watched as Garreth left you and made his way over to him. The red head gave him a cordial slap on the shoulder as he walked passed. “Looks like we both blew it, Sallow.”
-
You hated to admit it, but Sebastian was making some headway with you. It had been at least a few weeks since you told him you needed space, and he had given it to you. You thought it would be the easiest thing in the world for him to do, but he looked like he was struggling. Every time you caught each other’s eye, he looked like he was holding his breath, hoping that would be the day you’d approach him. You thought it’d wear off after a bit, and the distance between the two of you would have him come to his senses. But he seemed undeterred, just as dedicated as the day before if not more so.
You especially hated to admit that every time you found a flower in your books, the flutter in your chest would grow. Each time you needed to talk yourself down, because any day now Sebastian would give up and go back to only wanting to see you about his progress on getting a cure for Anne.
But then you’d think about how he kissed you. There was so much need in it. In the moment it felt off. But the more your revisited the memory, thinking back on how his lips moved against yours, you got this feeling of being genuinely wanted, perfectly safe. And that sense came from Sebastian Sallow of all people?
You watched him as he took notes in charms class. He was pretty good looking, wasn’t he? You came to notice these passed few weeks now that he was being kind to you.
He looked up from his notes and glanced your way. You held his gaze when he did, giving him a soft smile. His eyes grew wide and he became fidgety in his seat. He smiled back and his ears burned red. It was the most he’d gotten from you and he didn’t know how to handle it.
You looked back down to your notes and he looked back down at his, trying to contain his giddiness. He felt like he made a huge leap in progress and he couldn’t wait to keep going. It was just a smile, but it was the only sign he needed that he was headed in the right direction with you. He wondered if he should keep going with the flowers or step it up a bit. He wanted to respect your wishes and keep his distance, but he also wanted to do more for you.
He was so lost in thought, he didn’t notice you approach when class was dismissed. “Sebastian?”
He stiffened, panic flooding through him. He was mentally preparing to chase after you from afar, he didn’t think he’d have the right words to say face to face yet. But he willed himself to speak anyway. “Yes?”
“Walk with me to herbology?” You eyed him, like you were testing him.
Sebastian knew what you were doing, this would be the first time he’d be seen with you in public willingly and not act like he was being forced to speak with you. Bring it on. “Of course.” Sebastian grabbed your books and smiled at your surprised expression. “Come on then.”
You joined his side and as you walked with him, you noticed he wasn’t rushing. He was taking his time getting to your next class. You had to admit, you expected him to want to speed up the process to get it over with and minimize the amount of people who saw the two of you together. But instead, he let himself look smitten as he stood by your side.
The whispers and glances started up as the two of you walked along. He looked to you and noticed you didn’t seem quite as at ease as he was. He gave you a playful nudge with his shoulder and you couldn’t fight the smile that graced your lips. He was making butterflies dance in your stomach and a funny ache for him grew. You peeked back at him and the way he was smiling at you made you want to tug at his tie and have him kiss you senseless again. Calm down, don’t let him win you over yet. You lectured yourself.
When the two of you arrived in herbology, he made sure to grab a potting station next to yours. Professor Garlick called everyone up to grab some seeds for the day’s class. As you were about to go up with everyone else, he wrapped an arm around your waist to stop you. “I’ll get it.” He said in a low tone near your ear. His hand lingered and dragged across your waist until he was too far to touch you anymore. He shot you a smirk over his shoulder as he walked away.
That funny ache you felt turned into something simmering hot within you. When he came back with the mallowsweet seeds, he took your hand in his and placed them on your palm. His fingers dragged across your hand and you peered at him through your lashes.
“Be careful.” He said, releasing you and turning to his potting station. “You look like you want to kiss me.”
A burning sensation hit your cheeks and you turned to your own station. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Silly me then.”
The two of you focused, or at least tried to, on your pots before you. You planted the seeds and padded down the soil, then awaited further instruction from Professor Garlick. But you tuned her words out as you eyed Sebastian up and down. Thankfully, you were already experienced with mallowsweet, so you weren’t too concerned about falling behind.
Sebastian watched you through the corner of his eye, he could feel your eyes on him and it drove him mad. As soon as class was over, he was going to try to reenact the first time he demanded your help. Except this time when he pulled you into a hidden corner, there wouldn’t be as much talking. His jaw clenched at the anticipation.
You usually enjoyed herbology, but that day’s class was dragging on a little too long. Your mind billowed with thoughts of Sebastian’s lips and ideas of how you were going to get them back on yours.
“Class dismissed.” Professor Garlick sang. You and Sebastian immediately looked to one another, knowing exactly what you wanted to do, but unsure how you were going to get there.
“I think I -” You began, not really knowing where you were going to take your words. “I think I left something in the undercroft.”
Sebastian didn’t say anything as he grabbed your hand and pulled you along.
Once the two of you arrived in the undercroft, he closed the gate behind you and pressed you up against the nearest wall, slamming his mouth against yours. The two of you wanted to devour each other whole. A muffled moan escaped you and you cupped his face in your hands. His hands gripped your hips greedily as he tried to savor every sound he could get from you.
Unable to keep in one place long with so much of you available to him, he began kissing along your jaw, down your neck, below your ear. He could feel you quiver at his kisses and he wanted to do everything he could to keep you squirming.
You whimpered, and he knew he found the spot below your ear to be your weakness. “I... I think we left our books in herbology.” You breathed pleasantly as he kept at it.
Sebastian hummed as he continued his magic. “Such a shame.” He knew he still had a ways to go with you. No matter how long it would take him, he was going to make things right. But if he could tempt you into a kiss here and there along the way, he hoped you wouldn’t mind.
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Sebastian Sallow x GN!reader
synopsis: Reader and Sebastian get into an argument, unlike other arguments they’ve had they can’t seem to forgive sebastian for this one.
spoiler warning for Hl
cw: angst
you tapped your fingers against your quill, a means to distract yourself from the boy in front of you. The words he said merely seconds before replaying in your already throbbing mind. “Are you even listening?” he snapped at you again, “Unfortunately, yes.”
You let go of your quill knowing if it stayed in your hand any longer you’d snap it. You weren’t in the mood for talking any more, your patience with the Slytherin boy was dwindling at the moment ; in typical Sebastian fashion he turned your study session to the spell book and finding a cure for Anne. You had to get this a few essays for class written, but Sebastian kept brushing it pff saying you could do it later, while insisting you read something he didn’t understand. When he deemed you unwilling to help he snapped, and lashedout about how you weren’t doing enough to help Anne and questioned if you really cared.
“You know better than anyone, that I care.” You flicked your wand, all your belongings and the books you used, and packed them neatly inside your bag. “I’ll see you later, Sallow.” Considering how upset you actually were, you didn’t show it. Your remained collected until you made your way out of the library and bumped into someone. You muttered out curses, before you looked up seeing that you bumped into Ominis.
“I’m so sorry” you muttered whilst replaying the obscene phrases you had just said. “Are you alright y/n?” you groaned, shaking your head before remembering he couldn’t see that and muttering a no. “It’s Sebastian” Ominis grabbed your hand and lead you towards the undercroft, so you both could speak freely. Once there you took a breath before you started to explain the situation.
“He’s still trying to use the spell book.” You hummed and pulled your books and parchments from your bag, along with your quill and ink. “He promised me we’d be studying like actually studying, not deciphering the spell book.” He could hear the anger lacing your voice even if you mostly had it controlled. “And then he has the nerve to say I don’t care about saving Anne, Of course I care. I wouldn’t have helped him at all if I didn’t care.” Right then your quill snapped, a frustrated sigh left your lips, “That was my last quill.”
Ominis passed a new one your way, you gave him a small thank you before you continued with your essay as Ominis listened to you rant, or answered questions you had about the assigned essay.
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The next few days came around and you avoided Sebastian like the plague. You weren’t in the mood to talk to him, the way he spoke to you with zero regard for how it made you feel lingered in your brain.
You hid behind Poppy as you spotted Sebastian, He looked as if he was searching the courtyard for something or more so someone.
It only really clicked once he started approaching where you hid behind the brunette Hufflepuff. “Care to stop hiding from me, love?” Your cheeks flamed as you stepped out from behind the girl. “I require your assistance” he wouldn’t say a word more as he held his hand out to you, and pulled you along as you took it.
your questions being ignored until you got to the undercroft. Finally he stood in front you, “I’m sorry” he said the words so quietly you weren’t sure you heard him right, “I was awful to you the other day and didn’t realize how much you’ve done until you left me to do it on my own.”
The look in his glassy eyes, only served as a confirmation that he meant his apology. Although sorry can only go so far, you still felt a longing for him. When he was gone you missed him, despite how annoying he is.
Which was why when he pulled you into a hug, you let him. Resting your face again his chest and arms wrapped around his waist. Sure, you both had a lot to work through, but for now you were content with this.
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The Little Things (S.S)
When did it become 4am? Idk. Ghost files was playing in the background so I blame Shane and Ryan for distracting me.
No warnings for this, it’s all fluff. Maybe angst if you look super closely but jokes on you, I tricked you. Maybe a part two because I definitely didn’t finish it but it’s on a pretty good cliffhanger. I listened to Artic Monkeys for the three hours it took me to give you a 2.9k fic, dedication. Snap Out of It is playing rn, life is good. Anyway Hufflepuff gn reader again becasue i said so (im sorry that was mean) Good night
Ominis sat on the couch in the common room of the Slytherin house, listening carefully to his friend Sebastian. Due to his own disability, Ominis had no idea what most people looked like, and he never really cared to ask. But he was becoming close friends with the new 5th year student, a Hufflepuff who somehow became integrated into the group. He found their voice calming and would laugh if they said something funny or a quip at Sebastian over something. He didn’t want to ask his new friend about their looks, he thought it would be weird, so instead he asked Sebastian. Sebastian had joked about it at first, saying that you had a face full of ugly scars and moles all over your face, but after he saw Ominis quirk an eyebrow and sigh in annoyance, he settled down and gathered his thoughts.
He had the clearest image of you in his head, as if you were standing in front of him. He took a breath, “Well, you already know that they’re nice, of course. Their face matches their personality, I think. Their eyes are like jewels of the brightest colour, and their eyebrows really match their face? I don’t know how to explain it.” He went on, describing you to Ominis in as much detail as possible, not leaving out a single characteristic, down to how long your eyelashes were and how tall you were.
“What else?” Ominis asked, smirking to himself as he listened to Sebastian blabber on. “What? You want to know more?” He asked, earning a nod from Ominis. Sebastian thought to earlier, when he glanced over at you during Herbology. Professor Garlick had been talking about a rather confusing subject, Sebastian wasn’t even quite sure what it was about, but he knew it had something to do with magical plants. In his own confusion, he had looked over at you to see if you were understanding any better, only to be met with your squinting eyes as you tried to make sense of the words. You had done this a lot whenever you were confused, and Sebastian secretly found it adorable, though he would never tell anyone. Sometimes, if you were really confused, he would watch your nose scrunch up as well and a small frown dawn on your lips. When the class had ended, you had trotted up to him and elbowed him in the side, sighing. “Ow! What was that for?” Sebastian had asked, pushing you to the side and away from him. You shrugged in response, letting out a dramatic sigh. Sebastian raised an eyebrow, knowing that you just wanted him to ask you what was wrong. “Ok, fine. What’s wrong?” He eventually asked, pulling onto your robe to make sure you didn’t get separated from each other. He watched as you tried to hide a smile, replying. “I didn’t understand a word she said. I felt rather dumb.” Sebastian nodded his head and brought a hand up to pat you on the head. “I could tell, you’re not very good at keeping a straight face. But I didn’t understand anything either, so I suppose that makes up two idiots together, yeah?” You snorted in response, shaking his hand off your head. “I’m still smarter than you, so don’t get any ideas.” Sebastian quipped a quick “yeah right” and walked along side you, thinking about how soft your hair had felt for a moment. He never understood that, how you managed to always have soft hair.
Ominis only continued to smile as Sebastian talked about the faces you made and what had happened that day. “Do they make those faces when they fall asleep during our study time?” He asked. Sebastian hummed in response as he remembered how you fell asleep at the table the three of you were occupying in the library, your face pressed against a book as soft, slightly muffled snores left you. “Yeah, their nose twitches a bit.” You had been studying charms for a test the next day, and you had brought the book up close to read the small writing that was in the corner. You scrunched your nose up then, too. Sebastian had been too busy explaining a concept for a charm to see you lay the book down on the table once again and try to stifle a yawn. When he asked you a question and waited for your reply, he heard a soft noise. Looking over, you had laid your head down and used the book as a pillow, a hand brought up to your face to rest against your cheek. He watched for a moment, taking in the details of your sleeping form. He recounted the details to Ominis now, mentioning how your eyes had shifted a bit under your eyelids, and how you twitched randomly and caused hair to fall into your face.
Ominis didn’t even have to speak anymore, Sebastian just kept talking.
The next day, during breakfast, you seemingly appeared from nowhere next to Sebastian at the table, pushing your shoulder against his own to grab something to eat. It startled the boy half to death, and he was left stuttering out a string of not-so-strong words. “Listen, I know that Hufflepuffs are supposed to be loyal, but you have to warn someone before you just appear, yeah?” He breathed, smoothing down his robes. You only shook your head in response, a piece of toast quite literally hanging from your mouth as you tried to reach for some jam, which was just too far away for your fingers to reach. Sebastian smiled as he grabbed the jam you had been reaching for, showing it to you. “This what you’re after?” He asked, and you nodded in response. His smile widened as he looked you in the eye, and placed the jam father away. The toast dropped from your mouth as you gasped, eyes beginning to squint in annoyance. “Ominis, they’re squinting at me, I might just die.” Sebastian joked, flailing dramatically. You huffed as you got up to fetch it yourself, mumbling. “Typical Slytherin. Oh, you want this? Go get it ha ha.” Ominis heard this and choked on his juice. “What was that?” Sebastian asked, who didn’t quite catch what you had said due to his own laughter. You sat back down and began spreading the jam on your toast. “You’re acting like a dog. A puppy even. Childish, like a Slytherin.” You quipped, pointing the dull knife at him. You continued, “All bark but no bite. Like a Golden Retriever.” Sebastian pretended to be offended as he took a bite of his food, leaning over to Ominis. “If we’re talking about dogs, someone is a Pomeranian.” He said, pretending to whisper to Ominis. You heard this, and wacked him upside his head. “Am not.” You retorted, taking a bite of toast finally. Ominis, thanks to Sebastian describing you, maybe too much, was able to imagine the face you were making as you argued lightly about how you most certainly were not a Pomeranian, but never state what kind of dog you thought you were. “I think you’re just Sebastian’s emotional support dog,” Ominis stated, using his shoulder to push Sebastian away. You titled your head slightly, a confused hum voicing your thoughts. “Well,” Ominis continued, “Everyone just calls you his emotional support Hufflepuff, but it’s pretty much the same thing.” “Hey!”
That night, Sebastian came back to the common room later than usual, but mumbling excitedly to himself as he beelined to Ominis. “You will not believe what I just witnessed.” He started, dropping into a chair next to his friend. Ominis turned to his direction, wondering just what Sebastian could have witnessed. “Y/n. I was looking for them because I grabbed their potions book on accident, which, not my fault.” Sebastian started. Ominis shook his head and smiled, motioning for Sebastian to continue. “Anyway, I found them by their common room, but they didn’t go in for some reason. They were just standing there, swaying kind of?” Ominis began to imagine you in a trance state, just swaying for no reason. Sudden worry fell onto his face. “Were they cursed?” He asked, earning a laugh from Sebastian. “I thought so at first, so I went over to see if everything was ok.” He paused, trying not to laugh as he thought back to what you were doing. He had walked up to you slowly, as if you would turn around and attack him if he went too fast. As he got closer, he could hear you mumbling lightly to yourself, but he couldn’t make out what you were saying. Surely you hadn’t gone crazy, swaying, and mumbling to a wall? He crept closer, wand ready just in case. As he found himself behind you, he peered over your shoulder. “They were swaying, to the moving cactus!” He laughed, clutching his sides. You were, in fact, dancing with the little cactus, entranced by its movement. Sebastian had let out a laugh when he realized what was going on, and caused you to jump backwards, right into him. He had caught you, still laughing as you looked up at him and scowled. “What are you laughing for?” You asked as you pushed yourself off of him and fixing your robes. Sebastian, nearly out of breath from laughing so hard, held his hand up to signal that he needed a moment. You crossed your arms and stared at him, a pouty frown forming on your lips. Sebastian saw this and had to take even more breaths. He mentioned this to Ominis, how you pouted at him. Ominis huffed in amusement, imagining what that must have looked like. Once Sebastian was able to catch his breath, he walked over to the cactus and pointed at it. “Dancing with a cactus?” You puffed your cheeks, not responding. He continued, “I don’t think it’s a good dance partner, it’s got the moves, but a bit prickly, don’t you think?” You kept your arms crossed, “Like you’re a better dance partner.” Sebastian scoffed at the thought of a cactus being better than him, but he still felt his cheeks heat up a bit. “Of course, I am.” He stopped at that, telling Ominis that he had clearly won that argument. Ominis shook his head as he got up, “Sebastian, you’re quite daft.” “What’s that supposed to mean?!”
Ominis found it amusing to hear Sebastian talk about things, he always spoke in detail to give him a better picture, which also meant that he unintentionally spared hardly any details. Ominis had learned a long time ago how to identify what Sebastian was into by the way he described certain things. A bird would get the simple description, while something like the colour or texture of a potion he was making in class would be explained in depth. He noticed this while Sebastian talked about you. Although he knew Sebastian went into detail about what you looked like so he could get the best image possible, Sebastian would give unnecessary details, like if you had a leaf in your hair one day or how your eyes had a twinkle. Sebastian had paid such close attention to everything that you did, it was hard to think that he only saw you as a friend. Yet, Ominis could just feel the oblivious look on Sebastian’s face if it was ever brought up.
It was some time the following week when Sebastian came across a moment of frustration. You had been a topic of conversation amongst fellow students. You always were. Yet, when some of the boys from his house came up to him and Ominis asking about you, Sebastian became defensive. He didn’t describe you to the boys like he described you to Ominis. This caused Ominis to smirk to himself as he listened in, noting the ting of jealousy in Sebastian’s voice. Once the group had left the two of them, Ominis dug his elbow into Sebastian’s side. “Ow! What are you on about, doing that?” Sebastian asked, holding his side. Ominis continued to try and poke Sebastian, mumbling. “You really like them; the big bad golden retriever Slytherin has a soft spot for the Hufflepuff.” He joked, of course, and he was unable to see the face Sebastian was making. But he knew just how flustered he got when he was unable to form a sentence to combat Ominis, his cheeks a bright red as he froze. Ominis had to explain to Sebastian what he meant, teasing him about how oblivious he was. “You talk a lot. Too much, sometimes. But you hardly spoke a word to them when they asked about y/n. You’re not too subtle, are you?”
You walked in to see Ominis with a devious smile, his index finger still out and ready to poke Sebastian in his side. Sebastian, on the other hand, was frozen in place and red. It was quite a sight to see. You walked over and stood over the two boys. “What are you guys doing?” You asked, a smirk forming as you got a closer look at the scene the two of them had created. Sebastian looked up quickly and stared at you, much like a deer caught alone by a hunter. Ominis’ smile never left. “I was just teasing Sebastian. He’s been acting quite dumb and needed to be told.” Ominis got up and fixed his robes. “Well, I have places to go, so I’ll be seeing the two of you later for a study session for charms. No sleeping this time either.” And with that, he left.
You took Ominis’ seat next to Sebastian, your smile growing larger as you watched him try to form some sort of sentence. “Have you been dumb, Sebastian?” You teased. Sebastian could only narrow his eyes at you. You continued to tease him, “Aw poor baby. Whatever shall we do?” Sebastian’s face got redder if that was even possible. You took notice of this and went to poke his cheek, the warmth almost burning you. Sebastian, still unable to form words, got up from his seat and turned his back and stood there. You took that as you hint to get up as well, and followed him out to the hall. You kept walking beside him, but were unable to see that he slowed down and walked behind you. When you finally noticed, he had run into your back, burying his head between your shoulders and moving to wrap his arms around you. You felt your cheeks flare up now, unable to do anything. “I’m not that dumb.” He mumbled, seemingly trying to burrow further into your back. At first you thought his feelings had been hurt, but you felt a smile grow on your back, and suddenly your sides were being attacked. “Sebastian you cheater!” You yelled, desperately trying to break free of his grasp. The boy wouldn’t let go, not until he tickled you until you were out of breath and falling to your knees. A triumphant step and a happy hum, he knelt with you, lightly head butting you. “Maybe you’re the dumb one.”
“You’re both dumb.” Ominis said as he took his seat at the library table. Even after Sebastian had told him about the attack he launched on you, he didn’t say if he ever confessed. You hadn’t even shown up to the study session yet, and Ominis was already cursing you for your own feelings, had you even realized them yet was beyond him. “Now that’s rude.” Sebastian retorted, pulling his book out. Ominis scoffed, “Not rude enough, it appears. How is it that the two of you have not realized this yet? You think “Emotional Support Hufflepuff” was a friendly term or something?” Sebastian furrowed his brow, “Yes, is it not?” Ominis could only shake his head. “You are impossible.”
A few moments later you had arrived, your book in hand and a quill and parchment in the other. “Get distracted by dancing cacti again?” Sebastian teased as you sat beside him. You shook your head, opening to the page the three of you had left off on. “Sounds like someone didn’t get poked enough.” You mumbled. Ominis let out a snort. The three of you began your study like normal, without you falling asleep this time. Before the library blew out its lights, the three of you left. Ominis had bid you farewell as he made his way back to the Slytherin dorm, claiming that he needed a shower before bed. You were left with Sebastian, who walked by your side and occasionally (and purposely) bumped into you. You gasped as he bumped into you too hard, sending you falling into a wall. Luckily, Sebastian realized just how hard he hit you, and quickly went to grab you before you contacted the stone. He wrapped his arms around you and held you still, muttering a “whoops” into your hair. You huffed, “If you wanted me to fall for you, all you had to do was ask.” You laughed at your own joke, congratulating yourself for coming up with something so fast. Sebastian stayed silent, seemingly holding you tighter. You felt him say something against your head and calmed your laughing down. “What was that?” You asked. Sebastian shook his head, eventually letting go of you and continuing to walk you to your dorm.
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Sebastian 💦 inside you.. 🔞🥵
This is what it might sound like when Sebastian finishes inside of you...
Sebastian Sallow x Listener
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The Ghost under the Table
Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x gn!reader
Word count: 2.3k // [READ ON AO3]
Warnings: nsfw! mdni! public oral sex (m!receiving)
Synopsis: a bj in the library (just a more explicit smut writing exercise really)
Last warning: there will be smut under the cut! Read at your own risk. I was not holding back this time! (Enjoy!)
“What are you doing down there?” you heard him whisper.
He sounded equal parts surprised and irritated – and you snickered to yourself as you crept closer, hidden under the Disillusionment charm, before you settled right between his legs under the table in this corner of the library.
Of course he had noticed you, he had taught you that spell almost two years ago to the dot, he knew what to look for. Or perhaps he had smelled you. He'd told you before that your scent was making him weak – his words, not yours, because at first you found the idea of you smelling a certain way a little weird and would frequently check with an inconspicuous sniff to your clothes. But apparently he had the nose of a dog, and whenever you would try to sneak up on him for a surprise hug, he'd already know you were coming.
And today, as you decided to surprise him with something else, he also already knew you were there. You sighed deeply, but quietly, because he was still the only one knowing you were hidden under the table.
“Surprise?” you whisper-laughed and put your hands on his thighs as you looked up at him. He obviously couldn't see your eyes, and he didn't even try to as he focused more on his surroundings now. You could see a tiny splash of red on his cheeks, and you smirked at the sight.
After two years of dating and making out in the weirdest of places and most certainly also in public, he still felt at least a little apprehensive when it came to your displays of affections. Or perhaps it was the library setting that made him wary. Madam Scribner still had her eyes out for him – and you now as well as you certainly tried to make out in the library before, but were rudely interrupted by Peeves – just like you were two years ago on your first excursion into the Restricted Section together, minus the making out part.
As you were now crouched under the table, albeit hidden under the Disillusionment charm, you became quite aware of how quiet it was in this haven of knowledge. There were a few other students about, but all of them were so concentrated on their reading and studying that even the slightest creak of the wooden floor boards beneath you echoed rather loudly through the room.
And that made it all the more exciting for you.
You watched Sebastian squirm a little under your invisible touch. “Are you... sure about this?” he asked in a low voice, still looking around.
“Yes. I woke up feeling naughty today,” you whispered back and leaned closer to his crotch. “Will you let me?”
“Was I ever able to stop you before?” he hissed back, and you saw a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
You moved your hands up his thighs and squeezed them lightly in response. You saw and heard him inhale sharply.
“Try to hold it in, Sallow,” you teased quietly, and he threw a dark but amused glance into your direction before his eyes focused on the book that lay open in front of him.
You made quick work of the buttons of his breeches, and your fingers eagerly freed the object of your desire from its constraints. He was already quite excited to see you, and you smiled to yourself as you let your fingertips graze over his warm skin. You felt him shudder under your touch and looked up quickly. He was biting his lip, really trying to keep it down.
Fortunately the library desks were wide enough and as he was sitting in one of middle seats, there was no way someone would see what was going on underneath the table. Unless Peeves came floating through the ground... but that would be the worst case scenario, and you wouldn't cloud your mind with those. You were fixated on that deliciously tender piece of flesh and skin and muscles (though of course you never thought too much about its anatomical properties, more on what it was able to make you feel).
Your fingers closed around his base gently while your eyes stayed on his reddening face the whole time. You moved even closer towards his crotch, really nestling between his legs now, your shoulders pressing against his thighs. While you kept one hand on his growing erection, you let your other hand slide beneath his shirt, feeling the muscles of his stomach tensing up when you did so.
You inhaled deeply and licked your lips, then started to move your hand up and down his length slowly, lightly squeezing and teasing him. By now he had given up on trying to study while you worked on him, and he leaned back in his chair, relaxing under your touch, his hands wrapped around the armrests almost a little too tightly. With this new angle, he was now watching you, or rather watching how his cock was massaged by invisible hands. His brown eyes were almost black and caused you to shiver pleasantly.
He certainly had a knack for looking very dramatic, especially when he was looking down, and when there was even the tiniest hint of a smirk playing around his lips like there was now, you could already feel your legs trembling. Fortunately you were on your knees already and settled safely between his legs, so swooning was out of the question.
You watched him, chewing on your lips, and kept working your hand up and down those inches that you knew had given you so much pleasure in the past. Today you wanted to give back. You'd tasted him before, of course, countless times, but this setting seemed new and exciting, and the thrill of being caught or even heard was making your own body shake in excitement.
Inhaling deeply, taking in his scent, you leaned closer now, and as your fingers tightened around him, you brought your lips to his tip and gave it a soft and gentle peck. You felt him twitch lightly. Your eyes remained on his face as you parted your lips and planted more kisses on his sensitive skin, kissing all around his tip and then down the shaft, gently sucking on the slightly protruding veins. You felt him harden under your touches and continued your journey with a smile on your lips.
Your hand moved lower and your fingers curled around his balls, gently squeezing and massaging the warm skin. You felt him intake a shuddering breath as your mouth kept exploring his slowly growing girth. If you weren't in the quiet library, you knew he'd be way more vocal by now. But he was doing a really good job at keeping it down. You knew for a fact that if it were the other way around, you'd be a whimpering mess already.
As you moved your mouth over him, your free hand remained pressed against his stomach, feeling the shudders of his body right beneath your palm, even more so when you let your tongue in on the action. At first you just teased him, poking the tip of your tongue against his warm skin here and there, until you wanted to have a real taste and swiped it from his base all the way up to his tip, where you swirled it around as if he was the tastiest lollipop you've ever tasted (spoiler alert: he was).
You looked up at him and saw that his gaze was even darker and his cheeks were thoroughly flushed, but other than that he didn't show any sign of what he was experiencing at the moment. Although the knuckles of his hands were turning white as he gripped the chair tighter. You smiled to yourself and continued what you were doing as you slowly lapped at his hardening flesh.
As you raised yourself on your knees a little, you tilted your head down and slowly closed your lips around his tip, flicking your tongue against it playfully. You could already taste his excitement as his precum coated his skin, and you took a few more laps at him, humming softly against him as you did so. Another twitch ran through his body. Your eyes darted up, and you saw that he had closed his eyes and was breathing a little heavier now. Still quiet and contained, but surely not unaffected by your touches.
You hollowed your cheeks and gave his tip a soft suck, before you opened your mouth wide enough to take him in. Your own body shivered in anticipation as you lowered yourself onto him, your tongue firmly beneath him as you guided him in further and further, inch by inch, your lips tight around his girth, and you had to close your eyes as he started to occupy more than just your thoughts at this point. You let out a quiet whimper as his crown hit the back of your throat, and you felt your nose almost buried in his dark hairs.
You held him there for a moment in which you focused on the reactions of his body, and the restrained shudder that vibrated through his core made you lean back slowly, eyes flying open again and moving up to his face, and he was staring down at you intensely, pressing his lips together as he held back a moan.
You moved back all the way and let him slip out of your mouth with a wet pop. You swallowed your saliva and breathed deeply, before moving back in right away, repeating your movements until he was again fully submerged in your mouth – and then you started to slowly bob your head up and down.
He was breathing loudly through his nose while you kept your steady rhythm, hollowing your cheeks with every upwards motion and pressing your tongue against his length when you pushed him back in. He was getting harder and harder, and your lips strained around him.
With your eyes closed you couldn't see him any more, but you sure as hell felt him. His legs were twitching around you, clenching against your shoulders, keeping you right there between them. His body was shuddering and the muscles in his stomach tightened under your palm. He was fighting the sensations with all he had, probably all red and tense, gripping the chair – until you felt his hand in your hair, and he was really grabbing you, holding you in place, pushing you down onto him hard until he hit the back of your throat, and you let out a surprised whimper that was certainly way too loud for this quiet setting.
He immediately let go again, and you relaxed, moving your head back as you looked up at him. He was breathing heavily, his lips parted, his eyes moving around the room, before they looked into your direction again. You were but a trick of the light under the Disillusionment charm but it still felt as if he knew exactly where to look – and his dark stare gave you shivers all over. You moved your hands to press them left and right of his cock and continued your up and down bobbing, slowly increasing your pace.
You could taste him already. Inhaling deeply through your nose, you closed your eyes and kept your rhythm, until you felt him stiffening up. His hand was on your head again, and he held you tightly in place as he started bucking his hips into your mouth. You held back whimpers, clawing your fingers into his skin as you tried to stay steady on your knees. Tears burned behind your eyelids as he kept hitting the back of your throat forcefully.
And then he froze, his entire body going rigid, and a tiny, suppressed moan escaped him as his length twitched inside your mouth, pumping feverishly – spilling his seed, emptying everything he had into your mouth and down your throat. You squeezed your eyes shut at the sensation, gripping his thighs in support. Eventually he let go of your head and leaned back again, breathing hard, while his cock slipped out of your mouth, leaving a trail of cum strands on your tongue, lips and chin.
He filled you up good, and it took you several hard swallows to get it all down, before you started licking your lips and wiped the rest off your face with the back of your hand. You were breathing just as hard as he was, your heart pounding inside your chest. It took you a few moments to regain your composure and as you watched him, he had slumped down in the chair a little, his eyes closed, chest rising and falling fast – with a wide smirk on his lips.
When you moved in and licked the rest of his release off his length, his eyes flew open, and he watched you with a tilted head. You smiled an invisible smile. Once he was cleaned up, you gently put him back behind the constraints of his clothes, buttoning his breeches with shaking fingers until it looked as if nothing happened.
“Thank you, friendly ghost,” you heard him whisper quietly as his hand found your cheek under the table and caressed it softly. You leaned into his touch and then turned your head to place a kiss on his palm before you slowly moved back from between his legs and out of his reach again, smirking to yourself.
Notes:
Like our mc here, I woke up feeling naughty today and just had to write this scene. And I did so with the help of the amazing smut thesaurus by @prurientpuddlejumper - as a non-native English speaker it's always fun to add to my vocabulary and this guide (and also The Ultimate Guide to Writing Smut Fic) helped me so much. Can only recommend when you struggle to find words to describe anything really!
Also there is another part to this where the roles are reversed: PART 2 - The Sweet Revenge!
The Ghost under the Table (Part 1 and Part 2)
The Ghosts on the Table (Part 1 and Part 2)
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@dingdongdick
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@hogwartslegacypics
@deathlysallows
@purindaimaou
@sinty2ek
@shadesofgaunt
Thank you for your continuous services to fuelling our Sebastian obsession! I salute you!
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soft!Sebastian headcannons - part 1
Author's Note: as promised, here's part 1 of the headcannons i have about soft Sebby x gn!reader. the hogwarts legacy brainrot is alive and well 🫡
physical touch is his primary love language. walking through the halls? he’s holding your hand tracing comforting circles into your wrist as you walk. relaxing outside? his head is in your lap. if you’re not running your hands through his hair he’ll not-so-subtly place your hand in his curls until you get the hint
voracious reader and he LOVES to talk about his latest interests. most professors think he plans to become an auror after graduating, but he wants to be a researcher. doesn’t know what field he wants to devote his time to just yet, but that’s what reading is for. some students think he’s aloof in class because he’so just cocky, when really he finished the assigned reading a week ago
(i have a headcannon that he would’ve been sorted into Ravenclaw if he told the Sorting Hat he didn’t want to be in Slytherin. main reason? he loves learning, but he’s driven by personal ambition to be the best at whatever he chooses to master and will attain the necessary knowledge by any means necessary)
secretly has a pair of reading glasses that he doesn’t want anyone to know about. feels insecure about wearing them in public (mc caught him wearing them once. he looked gorgeous and they begged him to wear them more often)
very protective of the younger students (Slytherin or otherwise). boy had a rough childhood after his parents died and was bullied by other students as a first-year. he vowed that when he grew older he’d make sure all of the first-years felt safer than he had felt
usually calm under pressure, but loses his shit if you get sick/hurt. always has at least one wiggenweld potion on him at all times (in case you have a particularly rough run-in with some poachers). you caught a cold? mans is sneaking out after curfew and using the disillusionment charm to grab you some hot soup from the kitchens. refuses to leave your side until you feel better. learned how to apparate small objects just to he could apparate you a tissue from across the room during class. half the class jumped out of their seats at the loud pop. Professor Ronen was as impressed as he was startled and awarded Slytherin 20 points for such advanced magic
loves seeing you in his clothes. it started out subtle with him draping his scarf around you when he noticed you shivering on your walk to Hogsmeade. ignited something possessive within him. he joins the quidditch team in your sixth year. nearly went feral when you showed him the handmade ‘Sallow’ jersey you planned to wear to his next match (was almost late for said match because he couldn’t stop kissing you at the sight of his last name on your back). absolutely obsessed with you wearing his sweaters. he gains a lot of muscle after becoming a Beater, which means his sweaters are even more oversized on you. loves seeing the baggy sleeves drape over your hands
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He Is Crazy
AO3
Pairings: Yandere!/Dark! Sebastian Sallow X gn!Reader
Summary: Sebastian doesn't let you to break up with him.
Warnings: Yandere, dark, obsessive/ possessive and delusional behaviours, forced relationship, dubcon/noncon touches & kisses, emotional manipulation, sorry if i missed anything, mature characters
"You'll never get away from me, you know." he said, smiling. He watched with pleasure how you aimed your wand at him. Your legs moved back and forth with indecision. Your eyes struggled both to stay fixed on him and to look around. You prepared yourself for any threats. You held your head high and stretched your body, but he could see how much your hand was shaking.
"You have no right to do this. I broke up with you." you said by trying to sound threatening. You had no idea this crazy boy was this crazy. He was a very brave and very fearless person. He impressed you with these traits as well. But his interest in the dark arts scared you. You showed him understanding for his sister, but he wanted more over time. He didn't hesitate to hurt those who wanted to get close to you. He was jealous beyond description, and he wanted to use dark spells to bring you closer to himself. Apparently it wasn't enough that he was maniacally obsessed with your life.
"Oh, my sweet little darling. We never broke up." he said it with a laugh. He slowly approached you, not caring about your wand. "It was just a fight. Just like our other fights."
As he approached, you took a step back. "Stand back!" you shouted.
"Don't you remember how I held you in my arms every time we had a fight? I would lean your head against my chest and kiss your hair." he said in a soft voice. He raised his arms and tilted his head. "You would hug me tightly, and after a while you would feel sleepy."
You wanted to attack him, you really did. You moved your wand and opened your mouth, but he just didn't stop. He took one step, you took back step. At last your back met the wall.
"Then I would take you in my arms and carry you to my bed."
You put one hand against the wall and kept holding your wand. He was very close and was about to reach you. You ran out of time, you had to make a quick decision. Unfortunately, it wasn't something you were good at.
"I would watch you. Of course, you don't know about this part. I would watch you for who knows how many hours. I would caress your hair and drop little kisses on your face. I would swear myself by looking at your body sleeping peacefully in my arms. I was never going to lose you. I would swear to myself every. single. night."
He grabbed your wand and pinned you between him and the wall. You quickly put your hands on his chest and pushed him, but he didn't move. "You- you're crazy!"
He held your neck gently and kissed you. His lips were soft and skilled. You admitted that you missed him, but you missed the old Sebastian. This Sebastian was dangerous and he had lost his mind.
"I'm quite well, my little darling." he said. He smiled after kissing you again. "Our relationship is perfect. You and I, we were made for each other. I love you so much."
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fancy treats that bring us closer
Ominis Gaunt x GN!Hufflepuff!reader (Not MC)
part two of the fancy series - [ToC]
Summary: Ominis seems to know you? He said your name without an introduction and trusted you to lead him to his wand. Now- he’s sitting with you in class? The kind, intelligent, and witty man you’ve been dreaming of from afar is now not so far and you’re not dreaming anymore. (more fluff, with an added bonus of FRIENDS / no beta, unless you count grammarly)
When you finally made it to your potions class, you had finally, reluctantly, dropped his hand. It was only halfway through the walk that you had wondered why he asked you to lead him when you’d already retrieved his wand- but you weren’t about to bring that up and lose the warm feeling of having his hand pressed against yours. Plus, you were engaged in other conversation as it was, Ominis having asked different things about you. You spoke of the town you were from, and told him of your favourite food and why it was, a funny story that you really only told Poppy before. His amused laugh had brought a grin to your face and you couldn’t feel regret telling it to him, not even for a moment.
You didn’t want to say goodbye- and knew he was in this class so what was the point of saying it anyway?- so instead you marched over to your table where Poppy already sat on one side, smiling at you as you approached. You placed your bookbag down on your table and waited for her greeting, glancing up after a few moments of silence only to realize she wasn’t looking at you anymore. You followed her eye line and startled at Ominis, closer than usual. So close in fact, that he was currently standing at your table, to your right whereas Poppy stood on your left. You knew his usual seat in the class had been directly across the room, at a table that you had a clear line of sight on- though that was completely irrelevant.
You were opening your mouth to ask why he sat there but hesitated in your question. You didn’t want it to seem like you wanted him to leave- that was the opposite of the truth. Instead, in your deliberation, you stood there with your mouth open as across from you another bookbag is heavily slung onto your table.
“Merlin, Ominis, you could’ve told me we were switching tables today.” You snapped your jaw closed as you looked over to Sebastian Sallow, one of Ominis’ best friends and basically the man always by his side. Now that you thought about it, earlier without his wand was probably the first time that you had seen them apart.
“Well, I didn’t know I was until I walked over here,” Ominis replies quietly, slowly raising his bookbag onto the table and rummaging through it with his hands. He seemed almost hesitant, and you could see his eyes glance quickly toward your direction before focusing forward once more.
“I mean, it’s fine though!” Poppy squealed out, a bit louder than was probably necessary. You glanced at her to notice a bright blush across her cheeks, and she meets your eyes with a grin before looking back to Ominis. “We’ve always sat alone, it’ll be nice to have desk partners!”
“Desk partners,” Sebastian chuckled, ducking his head practically into his bookbag to dig for his textbook. Ominis slowed his hands, the one that had been searching now just resting on top of a book in his bag, the other still having hold of his wand, the red light pulsing faintly. You swallowed roughly, reaching your hand hesitantly toward Ominis before finally allowing yourself to gently lay your hand on the one holding his wand. You watched as his shoulders visibly relaxed, and he finally let go of his wand, turning his hand quickly to take yours and squeeze. His other pulls out his potions textbook as if nothing had happened, and you pull your hand away to start pulling your own textbook out as well.
You surreptitiously glance upward toward Poppy, noticing her eyes already waiting for yours, a huge smile spread across her face. She, very obviously, gave you a thumbs up and a nod, and you reach over to quickly swat her on the arm with a look on your face.
“Alright class, turn to page 243 and we will begin…” Professor Sharp begins to drone on about some potion or other that he wanted to be brewed, and you quickly turned to the page, listening to an entire class's worth of paper crinkling and flipping. You look up to see Ominis hold his hand out toward the desk, a wandless and wordless Accio pulling his wand into his hand, before waving it and murmuring a spell that flipped open his potions textbook and flew through the pages to land on the same page as you. He tapped it again with another mumbled phrase, and you watched bumps jump to appear over the text on the book, and you realized that of course, he would have a spell to translate his books into braille.
As Poppy loudly plopped her cauldron down onto the table over the burner, you jumped, turning to her with wide eyes and she nods down to her cauldron. You quickly bend down to reach under the desk, pulling your own up and placing it gently where you needed it. Poppy tapped your hand lightly, and you looked back to her only to see her nod her head toward Sebastian- who happened to be staring directly at you with a curious look. As your gazes met, you felt yourself hold your breath for a moment, though Sebastian didn’t look away. If anything, you could see the beginning of a smirk taking up the corner of his mouth, and at that you quickly lowered your head to your textbook, reading the different ingredients you would need to gather.
“So, lacewing flies, and…” Poppy mumbled, trailing off halfway through her sentence as she read the lines of the book. You were used to her half-mumbles as she read, tracing the line she was reading from with her finger. Sebastian was currently buried into his bookbag once more, Ominis dragging his fingers slowly over his book and looking straight ahead. You were curious, having seen his wandless magic and remembering he had mentioned trying to summon his wand earlier to no effect and reached your hand out to place on his closest one- the one currently trying to read his book. He stopped immediately, turning to look at you with the beginnings of a smile.
“You know wandless magic?” Your question was a whisper, and Ominis ducked his head in response. You could see the tips of his ears turning pink once more and wondered if he was embarrassed again.
“Ah- barely. I know how to summon my wand to my hand, plenty of practice with that. It’s a bit more dignified than- well, than crawling around on the floor trying to feel for it.” You nodded slowly, it made sense. If he ever dropped his wand, he’d be without his faux-sight, and wouldn’t know where it landed unless it made a clatter. You squeezed his hand before pulling away.
“That’s-” powerful, “-ah, helpful.” You laughed breathlessly once more, looking away to continue reading up on the assignment. Right, lacewing flies and a fwooper feather, chopped. You glanced upward at a sign of movement, noticing Sebastian setting ingredients in front of Ominis and listing them as he placed them.
The class from there was mostly quiet, with slight mumblings back and forth about which ingredients go in at which times, mainly just helping each other out. You did notice, however, that every time Sebastian asked Poppy a question her blush would deepen and she stuttered a response to him. You smiled at her with a knowing look, and she waved her hand toward your arm in an imitation of when you had swatted hers earlier.
Just then, however, you felt a pressure on your hand and turned to see Ominis leaning closer to you. “I don’t seem to have any crushed moonstone, you wouldn’t happen to have any to spare?” You tilted your head, looking at his side of the desk before a giggle welled up unintentionally.
“You do have some, actually, it’s just over- well, here,” You turned your hand around and grasped his, pulling his arm slowly over toward the middle of the table, further away from his bundle of work. You tapped the side of his hand to the small stone bowl holding the glittering dust, a smile on your face as you whispered back, “It must’ve been pushed too far back for you to reach. There you are.” You looked back at him to see the top of his cheekbones lit up once more in a furious blush, and you could feel your face heating to match.
“Wow, and at the table Ominis. We’re in class!” Sebastian finally calls out, perhaps not loudly, but definitely louder than your table mutterings had been all class. You released Ominis’ hand immediately, pulling it back and burying your face in your textbook again- okay, the potion will turn blue, then-
“I have no clue what you’re insinuating Sebastian, but I’d really much prefer you don’t,” Ominis replied easily, and you looked up briefly toward him to see a frown on his face, the pink having faded already. If only your blush would fade, then you wouldn’t be so embarrassed to have Sebastian staring directly at you once more- with that stupid little smirk no less. You drew in a breath, swallowing roughly before you heard Poppy speak up in a voice you’ve heard very rarely.
“Is there a problem, Sebastian?” As he turned to look at her with startled eyes, you could see her blush still deepen, but she kept her chin raised with an impetuous look. She crossed her arms, and you recognised her anger, though had only seen it whenever a few foolish students would attempt to bully the magical creatures kept in the pens outside of the castle. Sebastian raised his hands quickly, shaking his head.
“No, no, of course not! What gave you that impression?”
“You’ve been staring at Y/N this entire time, with that silly little self-satisfied smirk- and let me tell you Sebastian Sallow,” You had to temper down a grin at his full name and the frightened reaction it invoked, “If you’re planning on doing or saying something to my best friend you better stop that right now or so help me, Helga, I will end your dreams before they even begin!”
“Sebastian,” Ominis admonished, reaching a hand over and smacking his robe sleeve, the boy jumping at the assault from both sides and raising his hands again.
“Okay, woah, calm down you lot,” His eyebrows were raised and he seemed incredulous, shaking his head, “I was planning no such thing I can assure you. I was just,” He sighs, shaking his head, glaring lightly toward his friend before meeting your own eyes, his face softening. “I’m sorry if I made you at all uncomfortable, Y/N, that was not my intention. I must’ve been-” He hesitated just enough before you noticed a slight uptick in the corner of his mouth, “Lost in thought, that’s all.”
“What kind of thoughts could you possibly be thinking about,” You heard Poppy mutter, finally relaxing her posture and bending over her cauldron to make sure it was still brewing correctly. She picked up her wand, dipping it into the brew to stir a few times, and you moved to do the same, following her lead. Ominis stood there with a concerned look for a moment longer before moving his gaze downward, running his fingers along the lines of text on his book. You glance into his cauldron, then lean closer toward him with a whisper.
“Your potion is looking a little cerulean, you should probably add a pinch more chopped wings.” Ominis’ face practically glowed with a smile at your recommendation, immediately moving to where he knew his ingredient was and placing it into his own cauldron. He picked up his wand, the tip pulsing briefly twice before the red fades, and he dips his own wand into the cauldron to stir as well.
Once the potions were complete and bottled, the four of you remained at the table to clean your cauldrons and stuff everything back into the book bag. You had planned on moving a bit slower than usual, and at your glance upward you realized that the other four seemed to have the same thought, each one taking their own time. You knew Poppy was wiping her cauldron down for the third time when she finally spoke up.
“So, Y/N, I was planning on heading down to the creature pens outside. Did you want to accompany me?” You glanced briefly over to Ominis, who seemed to have slowed his packing and stood there blankly for a moment, though with no response or interruption from him, you finally shrugged and looked back to her.
“Oh, sure. I wanted to visit my little buddy anyway.” You tried not to sound so disappointed but were afraid that you failed miserably at the task. Poppy, thankfully, didn’t fault you for your tone, only nodding with a pleasant smile.
“Your little buddy?” Ominis mumbled, finally closing the flap of his bag and slinging it over his shoulder, turning his body to face your direction. “Who’s that?”
“Oh,” You breathed, giggling quietly before finally closing your own bag and leaning down to place your cauldron back under the table where it belonged. “I have this fwooper I rescued from the edge of the forest. I nursed him back to health, his wing had been pretty badly injured.”
“The result of those Merlin-forsaken poachers, no doubt,” Poppy growled out, slinging her bag over her own shoulder now. You nodded along, your face falling at the memory, before taking a breath and trying to push past that particular topic.
“Anyway, he’s all better now but he still stuck around. I think he has a nest somewhere in the forest, but whenever I come down with Poppy he always visits. I have these little treats I make him that I keep in my bag! He seems to like them.”
“He loves them, as he should,” Poppy insists, passing by and taking your arm briefly to begin the walk out of the classroom. You look quickly back, and Ominis has his wand lifted and walks behind you, tilting his head to listen. “You spent so long researching everything about fwoopers for him, got all their favourite ingredients and cooked them all together and cut them into those little shapes- honestly if anyone spent as much time as that on me- well I think I’d just fall in love instantly.” You giggle, shaking your head, moving to bump your shoulder against hers.
“Don’t be so silly.” Her words made you start thinking, though, and you wondered if he only ever visited you for just the treats, and not just because he loved your company as you did his. You pursed your lips, turning to look back toward Ominis again. You watched him lift his head, almost as if meeting your eyes, before elongating his strides to move up to your other side.
“I’d love to meet him if you’re willing to introduce us?” His assured voice sent a tingle down your spine, and you straightened your posture with a smile.
“I’d like nothing more!” You almost reached to take his hand, but hesitated, walking on the wrong side of him as he was still holding his wand out with the hand near you. You made it across Central Hall and through the hallway that led toward the outside, and Sebastian stepped quickly in front of Poppy to push the great door open, holding it for the three of you. You tilted your head, wondering where he popped up from.
You felt a brush against your hand and turned toward Ominis, noticing his wand pulsing in his other hand now, and his free hand once again brushed against the back of yours. You couldn’t keep the smile from your face, and took his hand in yours quickly, attempting to play it off.
“Here, let me lead you there! It’s just down this path!” It was obvious that they all knew where the Care for Magical Creatures class was held, along with the pens beside it, but no one seemed to have any contradiction on their tongue for your excuse. Ominis only squeezed your hand once, and you had to take a deep, steadying breath once he did to tame the butterflies in your stomach.
The pens were empty of other wixen, and you scanned the area around to see if you could spot your little fwooper friend. When he couldn’t be seen, you instead watched as Poppy began to wander off with Sebastian trailing, ranting on about some kids who recently cut one of the kneazle’s whiskers and her plans on how to care for it. You pulled Ominis’ hand lightly, guiding him a few steps away from the creatures’ area.
“I think he might be hiding in the forest right now,” You begin, biting your lip and watching for his reaction. When he only nods his head, you turned to look over toward the trees, mumbling, “I don’t know how secure you are in being near the forest but- well, whenever I can’t find him I usually walk to the edge and whistle for him.”
“You go to the forest alone?” You looked back at his low tone, afraid you had angered him but you were only met with concern lacing his features. “Y/N, that’s-”
“I know, Ominis. I don’t go inside or anything, just to the edge. If you don’t want to come-”
“No! I do, I want to come.” He replied so quick you had to blink a few times to fully process what he said, studying the concern that was pushing his eyebrows together. He squeezed your hand once more, taking a small step closer and leaning toward your ear, “I’d like to be here if you do that again, actually. I don’t want you wandering there alone.”
“I’ve done it so often, Ominis. Really, it’s fine.” You were standing so close you could smell his scent off his robes, a mix of dragon’s blood and the potion he had successfully brewed in class. You were brought back to when Professor Sharp had wandered over to your table, leaning over Ominis’ cauldron and mumbling praise for how well his concoction was coming along, mentioning something about how he was improving remarkably. After the professor walked away Ominis reached over and squeezed your hand, as if he was attributing the praise to you.
“The forest is dangerous, even just the outskirts. The poachers themselves have been wandering out a lot more lately-”
“They wouldn’t come this close to the castle,” You try to reassure, and you watch his shoulders tense briefly and wonder if he’s going to press the topic before finally they fall and he nods slowly. You hated the dejected look that crossed his face briefly before he turned his head, and hated even more that you were the one to put it there. “But, I could be convinced to bring you along next time. You know, if my- if the fwooper likes you.”
The smile you had hoped for slowly crossed his face, and he nodded quickly to you, tugging lightly on your hand. You were startled, realizing you had been just standing in place for so long- though, you admit you didn’t want to leave the little bubble that Ominis seems to place around the both of you- and began to lead him over toward the forest. Once close enough, you whistle out a familiar tune and wait. In only a few moments you could hear flapping, and your smile widens as your favourite fwooper sores out of the forest and lands on a stump nearby you. You pull Ominis closer before letting go of his hand, digging into your bookbag,
“He’s right on this stump. He’s a lime green colour- oh, uh,” You hesitate, glancing up at him and his quirking eyebrow, before laughing and continuing, “Kind of like the colour of grass, but paler? Or, hm,” You hum to yourself, pulling your sack of treats out and opening the tie. “Oh! Like a sour apple!” You pull a treat out and place it on your palm, flexing your fingers back and holding it out to him, watching the fwooper bend down and pop it into his mouth. You heard Ominis hum in response.
“An apt description. Does he seem at all wary of me? Can I approach?”
“Oh!” You smile, feeding the fwooper the second treat you already had in your hand before moving next to Ominis, grabbing his upper arm with both of your hands. “Don’t worry, he’s really friendly when I’m around.” Even so, you lead Ominis slowly, step by step, closer to your little creature friend. The fwooper turns his head almost 90 degrees as he watches, before righting himself and trilling softly. You giggle, letting go of Ominis and digging in your bag. Picking his hand up, you instruct him on how to flex his hand and place the treat on the centre of his palm. The fwooper takes a few wobbling steps closer, then leans and pops the treat right into his mouth once more.
“He is friendly,” Ominis agrees with a smile, turning his head to face your direction, “He must’ve caught that from you.” You laugh in response, shaking your head and placing another treat on his palm.
“I don’t know about all that. Though, Poppy did get me thinking.”
“About what?” You bite your lip, shrugging and feeling the brush of his robes against you.
“I don’t know. I mean, maybe he really does love the treats. And- well, maybe he only comes out here for the treats, y’know?” You try to smile but it feels forced, the weight of your self-doubt weighing on your chest, and you look over toward the fwooper, who seems to be watching the both of you with interest.
Ominis turns suddenly, moving his hands to grab your upper arms, and you’re surprised enough at this action to raise your eyes back up to meet his milky ones. “Anyone, and I mean anyone, creature or wixen, should be honoured to be in your company.” He takes a breath, and you start to see that familiar flush light his cheeks, “You practically radiate sunshine, and you’re so selfless it’s a wonder that everyone isn’t scrambling at your feet for your attention.” You laugh incredulously, shaking your head immediately.
“I don't know about all of that, Ominis. I’m just- well, I’m just me.” He chuckles lightly, raising his eyes to the sky and lightening his grip, rubbing your arms gently.
“Even a Hufflepuff needs emotional support sometimes, Y/N.” His eyes fall back in your direction, and his hands lower slowly until they mingle with your own. “I’d be honoured if I could be that for you.” Your jaw drops at this, eyes widening in surprise, and he lowers his voice, a fond smile lighting his face. “I mean, you’re already my own emotional support Hufflepuff, right? Why not be there for each other?”
You gulp loudly, then wince at the sound before nodding. Then, realizing your mistake, you open your mouth again to agree but your voice refuses to cooperate. You take a deep breath in, then take your hands away from Ominis, instead lifting your arms and wrapping them around his neck, pulling him in for a tight hug. Your fwooper trills softly nearby, and you couldn’t have asked for a better day.
A/N: Let me know what you all think! A part 3 is possible if you all want? I know I kinda rushed the affection but I could explain it in later parts if this becomes a series!
#ominis gaunt#sebastian sallow#poppy sweeting#ominis gaunt x reader#reader#hufflepuff reader#gender neutral reader#gn!reader#potions class#caring of magical creatures#part two
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"You wouldn't Understand."
Pairings: Sebastian Sallow x gn!reader
Summary: Y/n, Sebastian, Anne, and Ominis have been friends since they've been at Hogwarts. When Anne got sick, Y/n offered to stay behind with her. Then one day, Sebastian came to visit them, with a new friend of his in tow.
Warning: Hogwarts Legacy spoilers, Slight gore/violence (duel with a goblin), angst, the Hogwarts legacy mc being a butthead. Not proofread!
Disclaimer: (as most of you know) I do not own any of the characters featured in this story. There will eventually be a second part to this however that won't be until I am able to complete Sebastian's storyline.
Masterlist
Sebastian, Anne, and Y/n have been inseparable from a very young age. All three having grown up in Feldcroft made that fact inevitable. They spent all of their time at Hogwarts together, along with Ominis Gaunt of course. The four of them ate meals together, sat together in class, and spent nearly every night laughing together in the Slytherin common room.
That all changed when Anne fell ill.
After Anne was cursed, the pain was far too great for her to keep on attending Hogwarts. She would have to stay home these last few years, away from her friends and away from the magic within the school. Sebastian had immediately volunteered to stay behind with her. Being her twin brother, Sebastian could not imagine going to school without her. But Anne was quick to deny his offer. In his stead, Y/n decided that they would be the one to stay behind with Anne. Neither of the Sallow twins were happy about this arrangement either, but Y/n managed to convince them both with time. They told Anne that as long as the Ministry allowed them to use magic off campus, and professor continued sending assignments by owl, they wouldn’t fall behind. They told Sebastian that he needed time and space in order to research a cure for his sister. Not to mention the fact that Anne would never be completely honest about her state to her brother. Y/n would be his eyes and ears back home, keeping track of Anne and reporting back.
For a while, this solution worked. All were happy for a time. Sure, Ominis and Sebastion missed their friends at school, but each sent enough owls to compensate for the loss of time they had. Y/n was still learning spells from home, keeping up rather nicely with the rest of the 5th-years all things considered. Sure, their progress would be more proficient from the school, and they couldn’t do everything the same, but it was enough.
It was an ordinary day when Sebastian had come to surprise his sister, and Y/n of course, with n impromptu visit. Neither expected his arrival, but both were elated upon seeing him.
Anne had been sitting at the dining room table, reading one of her books as usual while Y/n was reading through their schoolwork behind the hanging curtains used to separate the bedrooms when he arrived. Y/n heard the front door open, sure, but they simply pictured it had been Anne’s uncle, Solomon, heading outside to finish his work. It wasn’t until Anne gasped with delight that they had turned to find Solomon, still standing in his spot behind them.
“Sebastian!” Y/n heard Anne announce. Now they were quickly heading into the main foyer of the house as well. “Where did you-”
Before Anne could finish, Y/n took advantage of the small space between the twins and jumped up to give Sebastian the biggest hug they could muster. “Sebastian!” they celebrated as well. “What are you doing here?”
“I came to see you both,” he said with a smile. “Hogwarts is not the same without you.”
As Y/n opened their eyes, still hugging the boy in front of them, they noticed another person standing behind.
“Who’s this?” Anne asked curiously. Y/n stepped back to allow Sebastian space to introduce his new friend.
“Oh, of course,” Sebastian said, nearly seeming to have forgotten. Whether he had forgotten that the new student was there or that the two hadn’t met them yet, Y/n didn’t know. “Anne, Y/n. This is Jo. The new fifth year I was telling you about.”
“Hello, Jo,” Anne said with a polite smile. Y/n offered a small wave yet no words left their mouth.
“How do you do?” Jo replied, returning Anne’s grin.
“When I told them I was coming to visit they wanted to come with and meet you,” Sebastian continued, nudging Anne slightly as he did so.
“And you as well, Y/n,” Jo finished, still smiling although now it felt more awkward than polite. “Ominis always seems to talk about you both nonstop. Sebastian too.”
“Does he?” Anne chuckled. “Oh how I do miss Ominis. How is he doing?”
“He’s Ominis,” Sebastian responded, returning Anne’s small laugh. “He’s been a bit perturbed lately.”
“Oh?” Y/n said, speaking up for the first time since introductions have been made. “Why is that?”
“He’s rather upset that Sebastion has shown me the Undercroft I think.”
“The Undercroft?” Y/n repeated, both their and Anne’s face exhibiting pure shock. “Seb’s shown you the Undercroft?”
“Just so they would have a space to pracice their spells,” Sebastian defended. “Catching up to five years worth of teachings takes time and space after all.”
“Which I’m sure the professors have more than happy to supply?” Anne asked with a slight tone of sarcasm.
“You can’t be upset with me, Anne,” Sebastian said, his straight face slowly turning into a slight smirk. “Look what I’ve brought you.”
Sebastian pulled a small fruit out of seemingly no where as Anne let out a small gasp.
“Is that what I think it is?”
It was then that their Unlce Solomon spoke up, snatching the fruit from his hand before Anne could reach it.
“Hey!” Sebastian protested.
“We’ve been over this, boy,” he began. “Shrivelfigs cannot reverse a curse, nothing can! The sooner you accept that reality the better.” With that, he pulled out his wand and evaporated the fruit into thin air.
“But we haven’t tried everything!” Sebastian combatted.
“There is no cure!” Solomon yelled. “When will you accept that?!”
“Never! I can never accept that!”
“Sebastian!” Y/n called as Anne had suddlenly been toppled over by sudden onslaughts of pain. Right as they got his attention, Anne screamed out from the pain.
“Now look what you’ve done,” Solomon lectured, rushing the Anne’s aid alongside Y/n. Sebastian was at a loss for words for a moment.
“A-Anne I’m sorry,” he stuttered before Solomon turned to growl at him once more.
“Leave,” was all he said. Sebastian didn’t put up a fight. Jo followed out right behind him.
“Sebastian, wait!” Y/n called out, rushing out the door behind them.
“If you don’t mind, I just need a moment alone,” they heard him say to Jo. Jo stepped aside right away, but Y/n knew better.
“Seb!” they called again.
“I don’t wish to talk about it, Y/n.”
“Yes, you do,” they responded simply. “Sebastian Sallow I have known you for well over a decade now, I know when you need to vent.”
“I shouldn’t have come,” he said with a sigh. “I’ll see you later, Y/n.”
Y/n watched behind as Sebastian turned to leave, Jo following close behind. Y/n didn’t know how long they were standing there before Anne slowly made her way out the door, placing a hand on their shoulder.
“You should be resting,” Y/n said simply, a longing gaze still following where Sebastian had left.
“I know,” Anne smiled. “I don’t like them.”
“Who?”
“Who do you think?”
“Yeah,” Y/n sighed. “I don’t like them either.”
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It had been weeks since you had last spoken to Sebastian. He had sent you an owl or two since the last he visited Feldcroft, but you’ve heard nothing since.
“Have you heard anything?” they has asked Anne after a few minutes of silence during dinner.
“From Sebastian?” she confirmed. “No, not since his last owl. I’m a bit worried.”
“So am I.”
The pair fell into a pregnant silence once again, neither wanting to express what they both feared.
“You should tell him,” Anne spoke up after another moment.
“Tell him what?”
“How you feel.”
“No!”
“Why not?”
Y/n sighed. “The four of us have been friends for as long as I can remember. The three of us even longer. He doesn’t see me in that way.”
“How would you know that if you don’t say anything?”
“Because, Anne! I can tell.” The two fell silent again, but this time only for a second. Anne stayed quiet because she knew that Y/n had more to say, her silence was her own way of encouraging them to do so. “It’s just…” Y/n continued. “You say how he was acting around Jo. You saw the way they made his eyes sparkle. He’s never looked at me like that.”
“He only looks at you like that,” Anne quickly combatted. “I didn’t see that familiar gleam in his eye until you walked in that day. That ‘sparkle’ you saw was not reserved for Jo. It was for you.”
“I would have seen it before,” Y/n shrugged. “If I was able to notice it then I should have been able to see it if it was there in the past.”
“But it has been!” she insisted. “Trust me! Every longing glance, every wistful stare, I have had to watch Sebastian give you. You’ve just never seen it because you were too busy giving him the same look.”
Y/n sat and thought about it for a moment. Anne was right. At least, they hoped she was. And they weren’t going to waste any more time. Without another word, Y/n rushed to their shared bedroom with Anne, rummaging through everything to find a spare piece of parchment. When they found one, they began to write.
My dearest Sebastian, they wrote
I’ve spent enough years waiting for the right time to tell you this, but I think the time has come. Seb.. I -
Their writing was cut off by a loud bang coming from outside. Y/n whipped their head up and took their wand out quickly, slowly approaching a window. They half expected to see one of the Feldcroft residents using confringo or bombarda on a nearby training dummy. But what actually awaited them outside was much worse.
Feldcroft was under attack.
Goblins, aall Ranrok’s followers were storming the village. Solomon could be heard hollering from them outside. It wasn’t until Anne shouted that Y/n sprang into action.
“Anne!” they called, bursting through the front door of the Sallow’s house. Anne was crouch over near the ground, panting for breath as more goblins began to storm the village. “Where is everyone?” they wondered allowed, seeing no one but themself and the Sallows defending the village.
“Probably hiding in their cellars,” Solomon concluded before raising his voice so they could hear and shouting out, “COWARDS!”
No matter what the trio did, more goblins seemed to keep coming. Y/n didn’t know what they were after, but they didn’t wish to find out.
Then, out of no where, Sebastian had arrived with Jo trailing close behind. The two didn’t hesitate before jumping into action, helping the other three defend from the goblins attacking. The battle seemed to never end.
Y/n and Anne had finished off the last of the goblins surrounding them, stopping for a moment to take a small rest. Before they knew it, another goblin was approaching Anne with his sword raised above his head, Anne didn’t have time to react. Just as Y/n began lifting their wand once again, she heard someone else shout from across the square, “Imperio!”
They turned to see Sebastian holding his wand out towards the goblin, a sinister look in his eyes that were partially clouded over.
“Sebastian,” they gasped in slight disbelief, standing up from their crouched position on the ground. Before anything else could be said, everyone watched as the goblin before them brought his own sword to his neck, and sliced it. Y/n’s hands flew to their mouth. Anne gasped from her spot on the ground, her eyes widening in fear. They were each frozen. Sebastian ran to Anne and offered his hand to her to help her up. Anne looked at him in fear, unmoving.
“Boy, what have you done!” Solomon spat in his direction, rushing between he and Anne.
“Saved my sister!” Sebastian combatted. “I-”
“With an unforgivable curse! From that damned book no doubt!” he continued, helping Anne off the ground and ushering her inside. “Your father would be ashamed! You’ve gone too far, Sebastian. Stay away from her. From all of us.”
As Solomon led Anne inside, Y/n stayed standing where they were, eyes focused unwarily at Sebastian as Jo ran inside, no doubt to defend his actions to his family.
“Y/n,” he said slowly, almost begging as he approached them. “Please, you have to understand that I-”
“This isn’t the first you’ve used dark magic, is it?” they asked simply.
“I would never-”
“You have to mean it to cast those curses.”
“I had to protect Anne! Surely you can understand that.”
“I love Anne as dearly as you do,” they began. “But Seb, she doesn’t want this. She doesn’t want you to lose yourself for her. In the end, none of us win that way.”
“I did what I had to do. To protect her. You would have done the same.”
“There are a hundred other spells you could have used to ‘protect’ her!” Y/n combatted. “All of which have not been labeled as dark, unforgivable magic!”
“You wouldn’t understand.”
At this, Y/n scoffed. “Me? I wouldn’t understand? I have been here every day, Sebastian! While you and Ominis are at school, I’m here. With Anne. I watch her struggle every day and I would give anything to take that away from her. So don’t you dare tell me that I don’t understand.”
“Y/n!” Sebastian called as they turned away from him, walking back towards their house. Y/n didn’t turn back. They didn’t want him to see the small tears welling up in their eyes.
Meanwhile, Jo was exploring the Sallow house, trying to comfort Anne and defend Sebastian’s actions to his uncle. While looking around, they found the letter Y/n had begun writing to him. After reading it, Jo looked left and right to see no one was watching and muttered a quiet “Incendio,” under their breath, watching as the small parchment that never got to see the light of day burned to ash. Burned to nothing.
#sebastian sallow#gender neutral y/n#x reader#sebastian x reader#hogwarts legacy#sebastian sallow x reader#gn#one shot#harry potter#hogwarts#magic#wizard#sallow#slytheryn#anne sallow#ominis gaunt
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──;; 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 ★☆
★ 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: next part will be for natty, poppy and amit !
◎ | hogwarts legacy masterlist
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☆ 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: their reaction to you confessing to them
☆ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀: sebastian, ominis, garreth, leander
☆ 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: gn!reader, ooc, wrote this at 3 am, tw: leander prewett
☆ 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱: no
❛ SEBASTIAN ! ❜
"Oh... OH! Well, that's fortunate because I really like you too 😏"
❛ OMINIS ! ❜
"Excuse me?! Oh.. NO! It's fine, it's good. I might have... some romantic feelings for you as well..."
❛ GARRETH ! ❜
"You're so funny, MC, you really are haha! Wait, you're serious? Well, then today's your lucky day, because I like you too!" 'nervously sweats a puddle on the ground'
❛ LEANDER ! ❜
"Funny joke, now go bother someone else with your pranks. Huh? You can't be serious right now, there's no way.. hm, if you're so inclined on courting me, then it's settled."
"Courting?!"
"November 23th. See you then."
© 2023, vante1920pm | do not copy or translate any of my works without my permission. likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated
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Hey I just found you recently and I fell in love with way you write!! I wanted ask for something with Sebastian. Him asking the reader to the Yule ball, then going to the Yule ball together, maybe theyre friends with some secret pining in the picture too. Idk know, maybe him confessing. I just want romantic idiots in love kind of stuff. Thank you!!
The Northcott System
{Sebastian Sallow x GN!Reader}
Introduction: Garreth Weasley has asked the infamous Eric Northcott for dating advice. In order to seem more desirable to you, he needs to play mind games. So instead of asking you to the ball, he asks Nellie Oggspire. This is where he pulls in Sebastian Sallow for help with his plan. Garreth knows he doesn’t have feelings for you, so it would be harmless for him to take you to the ball, right? Unfortunately, shoving you and Sebastian together in this way backfires. And Sebastian becomes just as head over heels for you as Garreth is.
Word Count: ~ 5,700 words
Warnings: Kissing, Some Underage Drinking
Author’s Note: Man... I am ALL FOR YULE BALL ONESHOTS! Lol ramielll, I can’t thank you enough for the request.❤ Romantic high school idiots in love kind of stuff is my shit! I think it's so much fun to write. It’s so awkward and lovey dovey, I adore it. I feel so bad making Garreth the sucker in these Sebastian stories but he fits too well 😭 I need to make more Garreth stories to make up for it, he doesn’t deserve this. Fun fact, Eric Northcott’s advice in this came from my father-in-law. My husband is very lucky he didn’t pull that shit or I would have been long gone lmfaooo (The title is in reference to Sunny in Philadelphia’s D.E.N.N.I.S. System, you’re a real one if you caught it 😉.)
Songs (if interested):
Evergreen - Richy Mitch & The Coal Miners
drift/(:( - Alek Olsen
Butterflies (feat. AURORA) - Tom Odell
The Kiss - Trevor Jones
The Reason - Hoobastank
“Eric Northcott says the best way to get someone obsessed with you is to treat them like royalty, then ignore them for a few weeks.” Garreth Weasley told his group of friends in the hall.
“You took dating advice from Eric Northcott?” Ominis asked in disbelief.
“Of course I did.” Garreth responded proudly, as if he were the smartest person in the world to have done so.
“Why on earth would you do that?”
“Don’t even pretend you haven’t heard about all the dates he’s pulled, Ominis.”
“Oh I’ve heard. Doesn’t sound like he’s been able to keep any of them though.”
“He’s a free man, Ominis. He just doesn’t want to be held down.”
Sebastian was half paying attention to the conversation around him. He knew it was related to the upcoming ball, but that’s all. He was looking over his notes on the recent restricted section find of his. It was too big and bulky of a book to carry around everywhere he went, so he had jotted down all he could to read over throughout the day.
“But this is why I need you, Sebastian.”
“Hmm?” Sebastian glanced up at Garreth.
“I know you haven’t spoken much, maybe not even at all for all I know. But I need you to take the new fifth year to the ball.”
Sebastian raised a questioning brow at him. “Why?”
It took way too much effort for Sebastian to try and follow Garreth’s plan. Garreth was going to take Nellie Oggspire to the ball, so he wanted Sebastian to take you to ensure no one with ulterior motives did. According to dating expert, Eric Northcott, you would be riddled with jealousy seeing Garreth with someone else. Then the day after the ball, he’d go up to you and confess his feelings. After seeing how he had other options, he’d be all the more desirable and you’d be over the moon to be chosen by him.
Sebastian felt like the plan was missing a few steps, or maybe had too many wrong ones to begin with. “Wouldn’t it make more sense to - oh, I don’t know - just go with the person you like to begin with?” He tried not to sound smart, but of course he sounded smart.
“It’s genius, Sebastian. You just don’t get it.”
“Evidently not.” He exhaled, looking back to his notes. But, now that he thought about it, he did need a date. He’d had tunnel vision on research for Anne’s curse, the ball had snuck up on him. There wasn’t anyone else who had popped up in his head to ask either. He had been a bit too preoccupied for anyone to catch his eye in that way.
He thought back to every interaction he’d had with you, which wasn’t many. You had held your own against him well enough while dueling in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but he couldn’t know for sure how good you were. He had held back greatly considering you had just learned levioso and you were using a second hand wand. The only other time he could remember was when you two were partnered in potions class. There wasn’t a whole lot of getting to know each other then either. Still being so new to the magic world, you asked him endless questions about that day’s brew. He thought it a fine quality for someone to have, eager to learn rather than quick to dismiss what you didn’t understand. You were pretty easy on the eyes too.
Sebastian rubbed at his brows with his thumb and forefinger. “Alright, Weasley. I don’t get this plan but I’ll do it. Now if you’ll excuse me,” Sebastian closed up his notes. “I’m off to get a date to the ball apparently.”
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How could I be so stupid to think Garreth liked me in that way? You inwardly chided yourself. The sting of finding out he had asked Nellie Oggspire to the ball still hadn’t dissipated. The way he had treated you so kindly lately had you certain he was going to ask you to the ball. But not only did he ask someone else, he had noticeably distanced himself from you out of nowhere. You weren’t sure what you did that seemed to upset him, but you didn’t have the time to chase after him and find out. You were already behind enough as it was, maybe the space between you two would help you catch up and get focused.
You hummed a song as you tended to the carnivorous plants in the greenhouse. You usually would have the energy to at least lightly sing some of the words for them, knowing they enjoyed music. But today, you didn’t have the gusto.
The greenhouse door opening and shutting pulled your attention and your humming ceased. You peeked over your shoulder. “Hello, Sebastian. How are you?”
“I’m well, thank you.” He answered as he made his way over, becoming suddenly nervous. He realized he didn’t have a plan on what to say as soon as he was alone with you.
Just as you were about to bring your focus back to the plants, you remembered you had wanted to speak with him. “Oh! I’m glad you’re here, I've been thinking about you recently.”
He stopped in his tracks and a blush crept up his neck. You’ve been thinking of me? “Oh?” Was all he could get himself to say.
“Yes.” You nodded enthusiastically, setting down your gardening tools and walking up to him. You brought yourself close and it put him on edge a bit. Keeping your voice low, you asked, “Do you think you could help me get into the uh -” You glanced at the door making sure it was closed all the way, “restricted section sometime soon?”
“Huh.” He didn’t know what he expected you to say to him, but it certainly wasn’t that. He was taken aback by your request, but, even more so, he was intrigued. A smirk tugged at his lips. “Seems I’ve got a reputation if even you’ve heard about my excursions. Whatever for, may I ask?”
“A book on ancient magic, that’s all I know unfortunately. Have you come across any such thing? Do you know where it would be down there?”
Now you had really piqued his interest. He had been trying to look into ancient magic himself lately for Anne. “Hmm. I’ve come across some passages here and there. But I don’t recall seeing any books solely on ancient magic.”
“Ah.” You said, disappointed.
“But another trip to look wouldn’t hurt.” He said quickly. “No matter how much Madam Scribner disagrees. I can get you down there this weekend.”
Your eyes lit up. “Will you? Oh thank you, Sebastian. You have no idea how much you’d be helping me out, you’d be my hero for this.”
He rubbed at the back of his neck, getting a little bashful at the thought of being ‘your hero’, even just a small one that helped you find a book. “Don’t mention it.”
“No seriously, thank you. I’m sorry I have to drag you into helping me at all.” You exhaled, frustrated. “I mean what even is the point of a restricted section? You’d think a proper magical education would include all magic, none of this some are fine, some are off limits nonsense.”
His eyes widened a bit, words seeming to evade him. Seems a kindred spirit may have been closer than he realized.
“Look at me rambling on, now I’m just venting.” You shook your head. “I distracted you from what you needed to do in here, I apologize. I’ll let you get to it.” You went to return to the plants but Sebastian grabbed at your wrist to stop you.
“I came here to find you actually.” You faced him again and he cleared his throat, releasing you. “Garreth told me you’d be in here.”
You tried not to look bitter at the mention of Garreth. “What can I do for you?”
How does one go about asking another to a ball? Especially when it wasn’t his idea. He at least knew it wouldn't be very endearing to mention that part. Maybe he didn’t need to overcomplicate it. Just get the basic idea out, then embellish if asked anything further. “The upcoming ball. Would you like to go with me?”
The surprise was clear as day on your face, but it was a pleasant surprise, Sebastian was relieved to note. Was he holding his breath?
Sebastian Sallow was asking you to the ball? You weren’t against the idea, not at all. Sebastian Sallow of all people, who would have thought? The two of you had never really spoken, to be honest you didn’t think he knew your name.
“Y - Yes, I would actually.” You smiled at him, looking genuinely glad he asked you.
He huffed out a breathy laugh and began to feel giddy. Calm down, Sallow. It’s not like this is someone you’ve been pining for. He tried to inwardly deflate himself. This was the first real conversation he’d had with you, how could he possibly feel so elated to you saying ‘yes’ to him? Just happy to have a date to the ball, that must be it.
“That’s -” He cleared his throat, regaining his composure. “That’s all I needed, I suppose. So, I’ll be off.” He said, staying in place and shifting on his feet. He didn’t want to leave the greenhouse, he realized. “See you this weekend?”
You nodded your head, a smile still gracing your lips. “You will.”
Sebastian returned your smile, then went to leave. When he opened the door, he took one last glance at you before he stepped out. His stomach jumped seeing you still looking at him, a little thrilled you were staring after him. He wanted to say something more, but couldn’t think of anything quick enough. He gave a small bow of his head in goodbye, then left the greenhouse.
Was it supposed to be this thrilling when a boy you barely spoke to asked you to a ball?
-
Sebastian rubbed at his jaw as he made his way out of the herbology wing, his face was starting to hurt from grinning so hard. He was thinking he should write down a list of all the books he’d come across that mentioned ancient magic for you. Just in case you were interested.
He was so deep in thought he hadn’t noticed Garreth watch him leave the greenhouse and walk up behind him.
“How did it go? Is the plan on?” Garreth asked, breaking Sebastian from his thoughts.
Oh right, the plan. Sebastian thought it was more idiotic by the second, but it got him a date with someone he hadn’t realized he had some things in common with, so it couldn’t be that bad. He stopped walking and faced Garreth, glancing over the red head’s shoulder to make sure you weren’t coming out of the greenhouse. “Sure, it’s on. What now?”
“Brilliant.” Garreth was ecstatic. “Now all I have to do is keep my distance until the ball’s over.”
Sebastian seemed to like the sound of that. “Uh - right. Good thinking. Well, best be off.” Sebastian turned to make his way to his dorm, keen on getting that book list started for you.
“You’re a real one for this, Seb!” Garreth called after him.
Without looking back, Sebastian gave him a thumbs up.
-
Would he look overeager having brought the list of books and this enchanted bag? Merlin, he hoped not. He was already waiting for you outside the library, a little too late to have that regret.
He pushed up off the wall he was leaning against when he saw you approach. “You’re here.” He said, as if he were a little shocked you were actually going through with this.
“Don’t look so surprised.” You spoke in a hushed tone and smirked. “What’s that you’ve got there?” You asked, looking down at the bag and parchment in his hands.
“Oh, it’s - I was thinking - In case you wanted to take any more books that mention ancient magic while we’re down there, you could put them in here. It’s an enchanted bag that can fit just about anything.”
Your eyes widened, it was very thoughtful of him to go out of his way for you like that. “You’re joking. You didn’t have to do this.” You went up and took the items from him, looking over the list and taking a peek inside the bag.
You were right. He didn’t have to. But for whatever reason, he really wanted to. Why did I want to?
“I usually bring one anyway. It was no trouble.” The first part was a lie. “Now, do you know the disillusionment spell?”
-
It was way too late in the night when Sebastian returned to his dorm room. But he wasn’t tired, not at all, not after what you and him had just gone through to get that book.
After kicking off his shoes and shrugging off his robes, he slid into bed easily. He folded his arms behind his head and looked up at the ceiling, already nostalgic for the night he just had with you.
You were… Wow, you were something. Sneaking into the restricted section with you was already riveting. Going through all the books on that list he made and glancing over them together had stirred him. You two stood close while he pointed out the relevant passages he had found, and you listened attentively, as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world. But when you two had found that ancient magic vault, he was done for. What an adventure that was!
He had so many emotions about it all. Discovering that ancient magic still existed had him ecstatic, he knew there were untouched areas of magic to explore further for Anne. And watching you wield it as if you had done so your whole life had him overwhelmed with hope, hope he was sure his uncle was nearly successful in getting rid of. And to top it off, exploring that vault and fighting giant guardian statues alongside you was… Wow! It was the first time he’d felt so alive since Anne got cursed.
How could someone like you have been under his nose this whole time? He thought back to when you were partnered in potions class, had he really been so blind even then? He couldn’t be wasting any more time. He only had a few weeks until the ball and Garreth would be pulling all the stops to make you his.
-
Sebastian sneaked glances at you during breakfast. You seemed to be busy finishing up some last minute homework, every now and then taking a bite of your toast. Had you always made simple acts look this endearing? Even the face you made while you fixated on your homework had his insides warming like a first year with a crush.
Your gaze lifted from your writing to look around the dining hall in thought. Your eyes landed on him, and he immediately wanted to die, embarrassed he got caught staring. But then you smiled at him, and he didn’t want to die anymore. He smiled back and you went back to your homework.
Gathering your belongings, you got up from your seat and made your way over to him. He got antsy as he watched you approach, but he was able to keep an air of calm.
“Sebastian, could I steal you for a moment?” You asked in a hushed tone.
“Of course.” Stop sounding so eager, you buffoon. He got up and followed you until you were just out of hearing distance from everyone else.
“I got a lead on where the book’s missing pages are. And I um - Well, I -”
Sebastian eyed you as you started shuffling your feet. Are you nervous?
“I was wondering - you know, since we worked so well together getting the book - if you’d like to come with me to get them? No need to feel like you have to! I just thought -”
“Absolutely, I’m coming with you.” He found himself saying.
An ecstatic look formed on your features, but you tried to bite it back. “Great, I’ll meet you after dinner tonight.”
Sebastian gave you a nod, trying to hold back an enthusiasm of his own.
You held your books closer to you as you started to take your leave, but you stopped suddenly, remembering something. “Oh, Sebastian. Before I forget.” You had his full attention again as you dug around in your robes pocket. “Ah, here it is.” You held out a shrivelfig to him, giving him a look of go on, take it.
He took it gingerly from your hand and looked at you, bewildered.
“You mentioned you spent the last of your money on a shrivelfig to try out for Anne, but your uncle destroyed it.”
Sebastian lifted his brows, amazed you had remembered such a thing. “Thank you.” He said, meaning it more than you knew.
“It’s the least I can do for all your help.” You waved him off. “I’ve been growing some anyway, and I’ve got more on the way if you ever need.” You were getting jumpier by the second and knew you had to get out of there before you made an idiot of yourself. “See you tonight.”
He was about to speak but you rushed off before he could get anything out. He looked down at the shrivelfig and turned it in his hand. You’d only been speaking a few days, and he already had it bad for you.
-
All too soon, it was the night of the ball, the last night he’d have with you before Garreth’s plan came to an end and he’d try to make you his. He wanted to enjoy it. He wondered if he should confront Weasley, but what would the point be if you didn’t have feelings for him any way? You and Garreth had been close for a majority of the year, while you and Sebastian only had these last few weeks together… these wondrous, extraordinary, marvelous few weeks.
He leaned up against the wall with his hands in his pockets as he waited. Nellie Oggspire had just walked down the steps and linked arms with Garreth. The red head gave him a knowing nod of his head as he passed, and Sebastian nodded back, trying not to tip him off that anything was amiss.
He glanced back up at the stairs to see if the person who just arrived was you. He saw it wasn’t and looked back down. Wait, yes it is! He shot up off the wall and stood up straight. He hardly recognized you, you cleaned up so wonderfully. He found you plenty attractive in your day-to-day getups already, yet you still managed to bring yourself up another level? Your smile at him as you walked down the steps was a spell in its own right. That’s not fair. He wanted to whine.
He met you at the bottom of the stairs, holding out his hand for you to take as you walked down the last few steps. He kept his eyes on yours as he kissed your knuckles. The feel of his lips on your skin had you weak, thankfully he held out his arm for you to take. Hopefully he wouldn’t mind if you leaned on him a bit.
The two of you looked out to the great hall, admiring how everything had been redone for the ball. Sebastian caught sight of Garreth gawking at you like he was in pain. Pushing Garreth to the back of his mind, he glanced back at you and was relieved you didn’t seem to notice the green eyed boy.
He cleared his throat, trying to forget Weasley existed. “Would you like to dance?”
“Yes, please.” You smiled sweetly. Dancing was the best next step. Your nerves were wild within you holding onto Sebastian like this, no way you would have been able to keep still.
He guided you to the dance floor and twirled you before bringing you into the proper waltz stance, just as you hoped he would. You looked up at him, holding each other a bit closer than what was probably appropriate for a school dance, and wondered how you two could possibly be so in sync after only a few weeks of getting to know each other.
You had never thought yourself to be a great dancer. But somehow, with Sebastian in the lead, you felt as if you had suddenly become an expert. It must have been all the dueling the two of you had done together, that was practically a dance in and of itself. Being constantly aware of where the other was at all times, covering each other’s blind spots, not allowing one misstep to let the other get a scratch on them.
Neither of you had any idea how many songs you danced through. If you had the stamina, you two remained on the dance floor. Sebastian couldn’t recall ever liking dancing this much, couldn’t recall ever liking it in the slightest. But you seemed to bring it out of him, he wasn’t complaining.
It wasn’t until Sebastian started to overheat in his coat that he realized how long the two of you had been going. “I don’t want to stop but I need to take this off.” He huffed with a laugh, slowing the two of you down to a stop. He hated that he had to throw off the momentum at all.
“It’s alright.” You panted. “I need to run to the washroom anyway. Grab us some drinks for when I’m back!” You called to him as you sped off, wanting to return as soon as possible.
Garreth caught Sebastian’s dreamy stare as he watched you walk off. He excused himself from Nellie to get drinks at the same time as him.
Sebastian didn’t seem to notice Garreth approach, too caught up in getting a glass for you and him, a pleased smile on his face. Garreth cleared his throat to grab his attention and Sebastian’s gaze shot up, his smile faltering. “Evening.” Garreth said, eyeing him.
“Evening.” Sebastian replied innocently, hoping that was the end of it. With drinks in hand, he went and found the table with your names on it. Garreth, forgetting drinks for him and Nellie, followed close in pursuit. Once he set down your glasses, Sebastian shrugged off his jacket then placed it on the back of the chair. All the while, wishing Garreth would take a hint and sod off.
“Look Sallow. I’m grateful you’re helping me out, but could you tone it down a bit? You two uh… really seem to be enjoying yourselves.” He glanced at the entrance to make sure you weren’t coming back yet, then turned back to Sebastian. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to make a move.” Garreth chuckled amicably, but Sebastian could still hear the warning in it.
“Garreth, relax. It's all a part of the plan.” He’d say anything to keep Garreth away from you that night. “Don’t wuss out now and ruin all your progress. Now off you go, back to Nellie, distance makes the heart grow fonder and such.” He shooed.
Garreth gave him one last uneasy glance, then went on his way.
Sebastian sat himself down while he waited for you. Catching his breath and trying to recover so he’d be ready to dance again when you returned. He looked up towards the entrance and locked eyes with you as you made your way back. You smiled at each other, both thankful there was still plenty of the night left to go.
Ominis put his hand on Sebastian’s shoulder, giving a quick whistle to grab his attention. Sebastian glanced up then down at the flask he was expertly sneaking to him.
“Ominis, you bad bad boy.” Sebastian laughed. Looking back at you, he smoothly took it from him. He hid it in his lap as you arrived and slid into the seat next to him. He realized then, he wouldn’t have any if you didn’t.
“You better give me some of that.”
He also realized he’d gladly share. Sebastian was slightly aroused at seeing this misbehaving side of yours, how sly you were when holding your glass under the table for him to pour some of the flask in. He then swiftly poured some into his glass under the table as well, then put the cap back on to give back to Ominis.
“If anyone suspects anything, you and I had a fight and didn’t speak to each other at all tonight.” Ominis slid the flask back into his coat and left to join Isaac Cooper’s side.
“Bet I can get it down smoother than you can.” You teased, holding up your glass to cheers with his.
“Can you now?” Sebastian brought up his glass, clinking it with yours. You linked your arm with his and then brought the glass to your lips. He did the same, and you two chugged, keeping your eyes locked.
The both of you handled it about the same, faces only contorting marginally at the dreadful taste. It wasn’t much, but downing it as you both had could get you a slight buzz.
“Do this often, do you?” You and Sebastian released each other, setting down your glasses and standing.
“I had a life before Hogwarts, believe it or not.” You chuckled as he grabbed your hand and pulled you back out towards the dance floor.
The musicians shifted the tone from elegant waltzing music to exhilarant jig music, a vocalist joining in to sing some well known shanties. You and Sebastian joined in the crowd of students, singing and swaying along.
With the buzz still warm on your cheeks as you stood side by side in the crowd, he threw an arm around you. You gladly wrapped an arm around him as well, reaching your other hand up to hold onto his on your shoulder. This was one of the greatest nights of his life.
-
Both you and Sebastian were exhausted. Try as you might, you couldn’t stay any longer. You were both worn thin, your night had been incredible.
“Ow.” You whined groggily, resting a hand on the nearest wall.
“What’s wrong?” Sebastian shrugged on his coat then put a hand on your shoulder, looking you up and down in concern.
“My shoes are brand new and I didn’t break them in before tonight. My feet are killing me.” You laughed.
A smirk formed on his face as an idea popped in his head. He moved in front of you and bent his knees slightly. He gestured with his head towards his back. “Up you go.” He said.
Your eyes widened slightly as you stared at him, amused. Then, without another word, you hopped on his back, wrapping your arms and legs around him.
“Where to?” He asked as he gripped your thighs and walked on easily.
Holding on tight, you remembered you had a few magical beasts to feed and brush before bed.
-
As Sebastian carried you to the room of requirement, he was feeling bubble headed in the best way. He hitched you up higher, more out of his bustling nerves than feeling like he didn’t have a good enough hold on you. You rested your cheek against the side of his head, and he didn’t care if you could feel his cheeky grin about it or not.
The two of you arrived all too soon even though you took the long way, avoiding taking any floos. Sebastian was beyond disappointed the door didn’t show up, he was hoping this time would be different when you said it never showed up when someone else was with you. He may not have known exactly what the two of you would do in there, but you would be alone, with no chance of anyone else bothering you. A big part of it would have been validation he wasn’t just anyone you’d brought around. He wanted to be someone special, the only one the room felt worthy to let in with you.
“I suppose this is where I leave you.” He began sheepishly, letting you down gently from his back. You looked delightedly at one another and he ran an anxious hand through his hair. “I had a really great time tonight.”
Your insides went into a tizzy. “Me too.” You beamed at him. You didn’t want to end this night or part ways with him. “So I uh - I know it’s late, are you sure you still want to help me tomorrow morning? I understand if you’d rather sleep in.” You didn’t doubt he would come with you the next day, you just wanted to hear him tell you he wouldn’t miss it.
“Of course I’m sure. I’ll be there.” He unknowingly took a step towards you, the two of you drifting closer without thinking.
You bit your lip to stop yourself from smiling like a dope. “Good. I’m glad to hear it.”
You two stood in coy silence for a moment, wanting the other to say something, anything to keep your night going a bit longer. “Well, I should get going so the room can appear for you, shouldn’t I?” He chuckled awkwardly, still not making any sort of move to take his leave.
“Ah, right.” You nodded your head, glancing briefly at the wall then looking back at him. You went in to hug him goodbye and he didn’t hesitate to hug you back. You held each other firmly in each other’s arms for a few seconds, then let go, smiles still painfully plastered on your faces. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” You told him.
“Bright and early.” He assured.
“Bright and early.” You repeated, no longer caring if you looked like a flushing mess. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.”
The two of you looked at each other for another moment, staying in place and becoming jumpy. You both went in for another hug, holding each other closer and longer this time, letting each other’s warmth envelope you. He took in your scent as you nuzzled your face against his neck.
“Goodnight.” He said again in a whisper.
You released each other, your faces temptingly close for a brief moment until you stepped back. He remained facing you as he started taking small, reluctant steps backwards to leave.
He watched as the smile faded from your face and you eyed him as if you were dispirited he was leaving. He stopped in his tracks, and a starved look took over your features. He was sure his face was doing the exact same thing.
You launched at one another, fusing your lips together. It was such a dizzying collision, the two of you weren’t really aware of where your hands were. The only thing that was clear was that they were on each other, holding the other close while roaming all over. Somehow, Sebastian had gotten you pressed up against the wall. He needed help keeping upright while his mouth moved in earnest, gasping and sighing along with yours.
Sebastian Sallow’s weight against you was something you never knew you needed. You bit at his bottom lip and sucked, hoping that would keep him anchored to you. A deep, muffled “mmh” noise escaped him and it was the most intoxicating sound.
He pulled back slightly to look at you then, eyes going over your features as he caught his breath. He couldn’t help but drag his fingers lightly down your cheek as you looked back at him, just as breathless.
He returned his lips to yours, taking it sweet and slow then. This time, he didn’t want to be dizzy, he wanted to be sturdy and in his right mind tasting you. Your hands felt so soft as they cupped his neck. A tingling sensation went down his spine when they slowly slid up to the back of his head, fingers running through his hair.
You were so lost in one another, that if anyone were to walk by you’d have no idea, no sense to pull away anyway.
-
Sebastian walked down to the Slytherin common room in a whimsical haze, humming each one of the songs he danced with you to that night. His lips felt swollen from all your kisses, it was wonderful.
His dreamy state came to an abrupt end when he found Garreth pacing frantically in front of the Slytherin Common room. The red head looked up at his arrival and his eyes went wide.
“There you are!” Garreth strode up to him and Sebastian got in a readied stance with his feet. “Where were you?! I saw you two leave and the way you were looking at each other all night and - Oh please tell me you didn’t do anything.”
Sebastian avoided his gaze. He didn’t feel for a second that Garreth should be with you instead, but damn him if he didn’t feel a little sorry for the poor fool.
“Sallow?” Garreth felt like he was going to be sick, but he held out the tiniest bit of hope. If Sebastian said nothing happened between you two, he’d run with it and never look back.
Man up and tell it to him straight. Sebastian took a deep breath and lifted his chin, physically and mentally preparing to get punched, he’d let Weasley have that much. “We kissed. We’re going to start seeing each other.”
Garreth’s eyes went wild, and he let out an incredulous guffaw. “Are you now? Well that’s just brilliant, isn’t it?!” It wasn’t really directed at him, Sebastian noticed. Garreth began pacing back and forth, looking as if he was going mad. “Why in Merlin’s name did I listen to that knobhead?! Hey Northcott, did you know spending time with someone and treating them right works? Who would have guessed?!” He looked back at Sebastian then, he clenched his hand into a fist like he was going to deck him. “I ought to bash your face in, Sallow. But right now, I’m more itching to have a word with Northcott. Best watch your back, I’m not done with you.”
Sebastian released the breath he was holding as Garreth stormed off. He could take him in a duel no problem, but he’d better keep a close eye on his food and drinks for a while.
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toeing the line | sebastian sallow
BRIEF DISCLAIMER: THIS AUTHOR DOES NOT SUPPORT OR TOLERATE TRANSPHOBIA OR DISCRIMINATION OF ANY KIND
Summary: a game of cat and mouse sequel | You may have lost the battle, but you’re determined not to lose the war. Just moments after you’d met him, you already felt close to him, like he was someone you could deeply trust. Even when a troll comes to Hogsmeade, or when Rookwood seeks you out, he always stands by your side, toeing the line between friends and something more.
Word Count: 3,706 words
Author’s Note: just a very light-hearted dabble into some Sebastian cuteness, warning it is unedited bc I spilled juice on my usual computer. OOps lol edit 1hr after posting: hi guys I appreciate all the love you’ve shown me so so much throughout all my fics--I will be more active today bc I will not be going to work. I hit someone with my car and now I am emotionally traumatized. Pls enjoy
Content Warnings: fluff, brief fight but nothing too graphic or magically violent :)
a game of cat and mouse
Sebastian’s heavy hand on your shoulder and warm breath on your ear still burned with his absence, and for every second you spent actually thinking about getting your supplies, or your classes, or precisely anything else, you spent 3 more seconds thinking about Sebastian’s voice, or your duel, or his wit that you felt you would never catch up to.
You felt--quite constantly, in fact--that you and Sebastian were competing for an unknown prize, continuously attempting to best the other in this war that conspicuously looked to everyone else like shameless flirting. The worst part that he was so talented at this sort of game, always managing to play the one card that caught you off-guard but never crossed the line into being too forward, too obvious that it showed you his hand.
After browsing only the necessary stores to complete Weasley’s shopping list, you practically booked it to the square near Honeyduke’s and the Wizardwear store, the meeting place Sebastian had designated. It was bustling, many people gathered around tables or sauntering between shops, enjoying the blue skies and the warm sun that warmed the skin of your cheeks.
A large smile broke out on your face as soon as you spotted Sebastian across the cobblestone square, leaned casually against the large tree with his legs crossed at the ankles. He seemed to be briefly skimming one of the potions textbooks, occupying his time while he waited patiently for you to come back home to him.
There was something so enchanting about that moment, you being able to watch him from afar. He looked so content, peaceful in his mind that was able to lay dormant briefly, not needing to work overtime to calculate just when to brush his hand against your knuckles or conjure a witty remark to stun you with. He was just naturally stunning, without ever needing to try.
At this point in the day, just the first day of knowing him, you’d already grown accustomed to the butterflies that awakened every time he was within 50 feet of you. You jogged lightly over to him, and as soon as your footsteps were within hearing distance, he looked up, as if he could sense your presence. When you came to a stop in front of him, he smiled so radiantly that you had forgotten the greeting you’d rehearsed on the way.
“I’ve finished my rather extensive shopping list,” you landed on instead, almost frowning at how you couldn’t immediately come back from the last interaction swinging. You held your wand up, proud of your immediate connection to what felt like the most stunning wand you’d ever seen.
He could sense your satisfaction, smiling, “Excellent.” The word just rolled off his tongue so simply, but for some ungodly reason, you felt your heart swell.
You didn’t bother allowing yourself the time to get flustered at his brief praise, and instead tried to show interest in him, too. “Did you get what you needed for your sister?”
You’d hoped that this would open a new avenue of conversation, but he didn’t open up more than he needed to. “I did,” he nodded. “I suppose the world is our oyster now,” and you held your breath as a smirk crawled up his face, “let’s see what mischief we can get up to.”
Sebastian saw you briefly glance over to Honeyduke’s. “Perhaps I can treat you to some desserts like I’d promised on the way over,” and there is a question, a near undetectable longing hidden by your smile, but it didn’t matter, because it was present in your eyes, too.
His smirk grew into an endearing smile, “Only if you promise to let me treat you to butterbeers at the Three Broomsticks afterwards.”
“I’ll keep it under consideration,” you pursed your lips, dangling the small burlap bag of galleons you found on the trail over between your pointer and thumb. “But I’m afraid one of us has a knack for treasure hunting and happens to be a few galleons richer.”
Sebastian shook his head, seemingly defeated, “I’m afraid your ‘knack for treasure hunting’ has very little to do with my proposal.” There was that twinkle in his eyes, and you knew that he had something prepared, as he always does. “Don’t you know that the gentleman always pays on the first date?”
You worked hard to contain your fumbling, internally swearing at him because somehow he always just has one comment locked and ready to fire. It was so difficult to try and play a game of charm and wit because he truly was the master.
All you could do was scoff, hoping that when you opened your mouth again, the most brilliant retort would fall out on it’s own. Before a word could fall out of your mouth, though, the ground began to rumble, loud thumps coming from behind the quaint village and exponentially rising in volume. As the thumps grew larger and larger, harsh sounds of crashes, breaking wood, and screams joined into the mix.
Out of seemingly nowhere, a fighter troll clad in armor glowing similarly to the dragon’s collar or Ranrok’s magic ran into the village, smashing stalls under it’s feet before launching into the air and smacking it’s large club into the ground before the pedestrians.
It didn’t matter to Sebastian that you had beaten him so swiftly and brutally in the earlier Defense Against the Dark Arts class--the single event that had him watching your every move with a close eye; Sebastian was not thinking logically when he put his arm out in front of you, fingers grasping onto your ropes as he shuffled to block your body with his. He acted solely on instinct, his need to protect overwhelming every sense and clouding every thought.
You peeked out from behind his shoulder as he slowly pulled his wand out, and you did the same, watching the troll’s line of sight slowly change from the adult villagers to you and Sebastian. The screams slowly got more distant as most of the villagers who were too scared to fight the troll ran for the exit, or for any cover at all.
The troll took a second when looking in your direction, as if registering who you were, but as soon as those few seconds were over, your eyes widened as the troll began to charge at the two of you. Sebastian flung at him with his wand, but it was to no avail. Only when one of the aurors of the village cast bombarda right at the troll’s head did it stop, going after the villagers instead of you two.
Sebastian’s grip on your robes loosened, his frame still blocking your body slightly, but he finally let go when he’d felt the area was clear. Precisely at the moment that Sebastian had turned to you, almost blushing as to excuse himself for grabbing onto you and forcing you behind him, a second troll came smashing through a house and now the pair of you were the sole targets, no backup to save you now. It charged at you quickly, but like clockwork, both you and Sebastian ducked and rolled.
There was such a simplicity to duelling with Sebastian, and despite it being your very first fight as a duo rather than opponents, the flow was seamless. The fighting ability and teamwork came naturally, like he was the thunder to your lightning. Sebastian used confringo quite a lot, which you’d noted to ask him to teach you later. You found your new power in some sort of powerful non-verbal magic, only discovering it out of fear and instinct when you saw Sebastian get corned by the troll.
Although Sebastian helped quite a lot, your newfound ability was what ultimately made the troll collapse, having one final box thrown at his head finally knocked the monster to his knees, and as Sebastian caught his breath, he glanced up to watch as you held your wand to your palm, a bright glow gathering before you threw a ball of who-knows-what at the troll. The giant shattered into shards, dissipating into thin air, and when Sebastian looked back at you, he caught a glimpse of a small, triumphant smile on your face.
He felt something churn so deeply in his stomach that he’d wondered what the elves had put in his tart this morning, but it only took seconds for the realization to cross his mind, and he finally realized what it was that made his heart feel full and his cheeks flush--pride.
Aurors and adult villagers all gathered around you amidst the rubble, Sebastian only standing back to watch as you were praised for your bravery. Jealousy was absent from Sebastian, and all his mind was filled with was your sly smile and the memory of his hand tugging on your robes, desperate to protect you without realizing that it was you who would protect him.
As an officer was congratulating you, all that was stuck in Sebastian’s mind was the terrified look on your face when the troll had him cornered, and how without effort or thought you moved to save him, power flowing through you with ease. For you, saving him had no contest in your mind and there was no second-guessing, no hesitation. It was instinct for you, but for Sebastian, having someone care so deeply with no reservations was so foreign that he didn’t register time passing until you were stood in front of him, having repaired all the buildings and broken stalls in the square. You’d also been awarded a new robe that wasn’t marred with scratches and dirt from the battle, which Sebastian recognized fit you incredibly well.
“Sebastian,” his name rolled off your tongue like a prayer, and a smile grew on your face as soon as he met your eyes. “I’d say we earned a butterbeer or two, how about you?”
He sighed dramatically, hoping you’d find humor in it. “It might help me forget that I was almost pulverized by a troll.”
Sebastian was quickly rewarded by a laugh that tumbled out of your mouth, warm and honey-like and after so long of simply being able to smirk, revelling in the satisfaction of you being so unmistakenly smitten by him, he now had to face that you’d called his bluff. There was something deeper between the two of you, and he could feel it when you spoke to him, “Not if I have anything to say about it.”
You grabbed out your small pouch of galleons, begging Sebastian to escort you to buy some chocolate frogs from Honeyduke’s before heading over to the Three Broomsticks. Just as you plopped the package down on the counter, Sebastian wordlessly took out his spare change and set it neatly next to the chocolate frogs. You froze, fingers still reaching into your pouch as you looked to him with furrowed brows.
He grabbed the chocolate frogs off the counter, smiling at you and then at the storeowner, before guiding you away. He opened the door for you and passed you your chocolates, “What’s some spare change in exchange for not getting wacked by a troll club?”
You scoffed, “Are you trying to bribe me, Sallow?”
He shook his head, smirking. “No,” he flung his arm around your shoulder, leaning into your ear once again. “You’re just incredible.” His warmth was engulfing now, and you were so close to the salvation of him really holding you that it started to make you dizzy. You felt ridiculous, childish smile and feverish flush taking over your whole face, and he was so close.
You felt like you were just about to close the distance, wrap your arm around his waist and squeeze enough for your hips to meld together when something in the tone shifted, your stomach dropped and the hairs on the back fo your neck stood up perfectly straight.
You looked around, watching a peculiar looking man wander down into an alley, and then you caught it, a glimpse of Ranrok standing, and he looked rather angry. Sebastian’s arm dropped from you immediately, the two of you seeking cover to eavesdrop, and this time, it was you who stood in front, and Sebastian’s heart fluttered at your innate need to protect him.
Your heart constricted, Sebastian’s confusion over the situation palpable behind you. Ranrok had sent the trolls to Hogsmeade in an attempt to get to you, underestimating your abilities by far. Sebastian felt even more intrigued by you than before, his eyes watching the side of your face closely as he tried to gauge your reaction.
You made brief eye contact with Ranrok, and you were so startled by the look in his eyes that you immediately grabbed Sebastian by the sleeve of his robe, only bothering to whisper a hurried “We should go,” before tugging him away and into the more populated street.
“Did they see us?” Sebastian questsioned worriedly, eyes scanning all around the street, your fingers dropping from his robe as you tried to hasten your pace, deciding it would be best for the two of you to hide out in the Three Broomsticks. “What was that goblin doing with Victor Rookwood?”
You mumbled something about a goblin named Ranrok and a rebellion, but Sebastian was barely paying enough attention to not stumble over his own feet, let alone try and decipher your ramblings.
“Ranrok?” Sebastian’s face quickly dropped, turning into one of harsh realization, “You mean the goblin from the Daily Prophet? I knew I’d recognized him from somewhere, I--” and his face managed to get even stonier. He lightly grasped your arm, trying to guide you to walk in front of him as he watched Rookwood emerge from the alley, searching the streets. “Quickly,” Sebastian muttered in your ear, glancing behind him and all he could think of was keeping you safe.
Sebastian practically busted open the doors of the Three Broomsticks, the attention of all the patrons turning quickly to the two of you. A goblin passed you on the way in, but you were so focused on trying to be inconspicuous you barely thought anything of it. Sebastian’s hand was still resting on your upper arm, bringing you to a seat. His arm only dropped when he went to pull out your stool for you, and you found yourself wanting him to put it back, to comfort you with his touch again.
You almost wished you’d find yourself in more danger when he was around if this was what it led to--his warmth lingering and his smell clouding your senses and better judgment. His hand reached up to his hair now, tangling in it as he glanced from you to the barkeeper to the door in rapid succession, repeatedly.
Sebastian relaxed quickly after Sirona started talking though, making brief introductions and offering the first two butterbeers on the house. You took a sip quickly, your eyes peeking just enough over the rim to stay alert. “I heard about the attack,” Sirona began, and the cockiest of grins creeped onto Sebastian’s face. “I’m glad to see you two escaped injury.”
“Thanks to this one,” Sebastian laid his heavy eyes on you, and you nearly rolled your eyes at just how smitten he looked, huge smile adorning his face. “Single-handedly took down a troll!” he praised, raising his mug high in celebration.
Sirona shared a knowing smile with Sebastian, as if she could read him like a book, “Is that right? Well done.” After brief conversation, she left the bar to attend to other guests, allowing you time to break open your chocolate frogs and pop them in your mouth.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Sebastian teased, noting your glare at him just a few seconds prior.
You shook your head, trying to finish your chocolate frog quickly so you could answer him. “Must you embarrass me with your praise everywhere we go?”
He hummed, “I’m the type to brag about my closest friends. I can’t help it.”
Just as you were raising the mug to your lips, nearly finishing off your first cup of butterbeer, the large doors creaked open to reveal Rookwood and Harlow, a much stubbier sidekick. Sebastian sat up straighter in his seat, looking you in the eye as you both hoped that the pair wouldn’t notice you. Sirona quickly walked over, asking them to leave.
As the tension in the room escalated, Sebastian’s face leaned ever closer to yours, looking you sternly with his eyes cloudy, filled with danger. You could hear Rookwood’s sneer in his voice, “Come now, no need for theatrics.” You looked to Sebastian as he watched Rookwood in the corner of his eye. “I’m only here for this one, anyway.”
You squeezed your eyes shut if only for a second, turning around and stepping off your stool, Sebastian quickly following you, standing as close to you as possible. If you’d ever glanced down, you’d see his hands in fists hovering over his pocket, his legs planted in the ground, like he was ready for a fight. “My friend is enjoying a well-earned butterbeer.”
“I only want a quick word,” and he tries to prowl towards you, head closer to you than his feet. Every patron stands up and draws their wand, and Sebastian, rather than tugging you behind him like he did in the past, steadies himself by your side and draws his wand quicker than anyone else in the entire tavern.
Your eyes leave Rookwood’s if only for a second, glancing at the side of Sebastian’s face, his jaw hardened and eyes stone cold. Rookwood backs away, still threatening Sirona as he takes slow footsteps backwards. Just as he turned, about to open the door, his eyes glanced back at you and Sebastian. He smirked, “Can’t drink butterbeers forever.”
When he left, you decided to return to your seat, grabbing your mug and finally taking your last swig. Sebastian grabbed his stool, pulling it slightly closer to yours before settling down, also finishing off his butterbeer. “You’ll be telling me about this later,” he stated matter-of-factly, and all you could do was let out a chuckle, silently agreeing.
You ordered three more rounds, your stomachs nearly caving in on themselves from the sheer amount of butterbeers the two of you drank. You talked about anything and everything--classes, Sebastian’s plan to duel as a team, his previous adventures with Anne and Ominis--you were chatting, snacking on chocolate frogs, and sipping your complimentary drinks until well after the sun went down.
As time passed in the Three Broomsticks, the two of you kept unknowingly scooting your stools closer together, upper arms pressed against one another, necks sore from constantly looking to the side. Even as the patrons came and went, the one consistent sound was the laughter of you and Sebastian, childish and playful.
Your fingers brushed, eyes barely leaving each other’s faces, and it felt like no time had passed at all. Only when you heard brief whispers about a curfew did you glance out the window to see how late it’d gotten. You almost didn’t want to leave the safety of the Three Broomsticks, remembering Rookwood’s threat that seemed to imply he’d be waiting for you as soon as you left.
When you got out of your seat and headed for the doors, Sebastian’s hand brushed over the small of your back so briefly you weren’t sure if you’d imagined it, but you saw his hand fall back to his side out of the corner of your eye. After you reached the crisp night air of Hogsmeade, looking at the twinkling lights that hung over the streets and the stars they were reminscient of, you never got that gut feeling you knew so well.
You walked down the street, returning to Hogwarts with Sebastian in comfortable silence. As you glanced down the street, you saw one Theophilus Harlow slumped over, sitting against a wall on the ground, fast asleep. Sebastian’s eyes followed yours, and he had to stop himself from letting out a chuckle at the sight. As you passed the bridge to Hogsmeade, far enough that you were sure you were safe, Sebastian leaned over to you again. “Maybe we can drink butterbeers forever.”
Your smile was bright enough, Sebastian noted, to compete with the moon. He felt rewarded by your happiness, and worked hard to contain the joy that felt like it was pouring out of him. “Maybe not forever,” you remarked, “but we can drink butterbeers together long enough to put the whole world to sleep.”
He silently agreed, but still felt the need to counter anyways, just to continue the game that he felt you’d both already lost. “The volume of our laughter might just be enough to wake the whole world up.”
You shook your head, finally ready for a response off the cuff, having learned from the best. “I’m sure the world has grown used to it by now.”
And finally, you decided to be the one to push instead of him, never growing impatient of the game but rather reveling in it. Your hand reached for his forearm, grasping around his bicep and holding it lightly. His eyes caught yours, his lips curled into a smirk, and you felt you could push further.
Your hand snaked down, gliding along his silky robes, and both of your hearts beat faster, in tandem with one another. Sebastian felt dizzied by your touch, all alarms sounding off in his mind, knowing that you were about to win this game you’d been playing. Your hand grasped his, fingers that had been chilled from the night air finding solace in one another. Your thumb rubbed circles on the back of his hand, toeing the line between harmless flirting and something more.
Sebastian’s hand squeezed yours, and you resisted the urge to hold your breath, only looking up at him through your eyelashes, lips curved only slightly into the smallest of smiles. The two of you continued the rest of the way to your common room in a comfortable and warm silence, pathway illuminated by the moon and the stars.
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Feather-light Falling – Garreth Weasley x GN!Reader
A/N: Well guys, here it is. Not only the first piece of Hogwarts Legacy fanfiction that I've written, but the first fanfiction I've written in probably 2 years. It's more of a blurb than anything, but I felt incredibly inspired. I'm pretty sure it's gender neutral, but let me know if you catch anything gendered! I hope at least someone likes it
PS: bonus points to anyone who can guess what song inspired me. I tried not to make it obvious.
Word Count: 962
In the crowded pub, Garreth enthusing about his most recent potion venture, it almost feels too good to be true.
After everything you've been through over the last year, it feels like the world has been waiting with baited breath, for something, anything to happen. It couldn't all be over just like that, could it?
Anxiety plagued your brain during every spare moment. Every corner you turned around, every darkened room you entered, you half expected to see a dark wizard or goblin on the other side. You couldn't even confide in your normal companions, as your relationship with Ominis and Sebastian was on the rocks after the incident with Uncle Solomon. You'd make it through, you were sure, but you just didn't feel like dumping your problems onto their shoulders, not when they each had so much to worry about on their own.
So when Garreth Weasley of all people approached you, offering his support if you ever needed it, you were considerably more open to the possibility than you'd expected to be.
“Hey, I, uh, I know we aren’t exactly close, but I want you to know that I’m here if you need anything.” His voice was genuine and you could see in his eyes that he saw you struggling. Despite his constant chaos, he’d always been an observant one.
“Thank you Garreth. I appreciate it, I really do.” You smiled politely, expecting that to be the end of the conversation, but then the redhead spoke again.
“Just wanted to make sure you know you’re not alone.” The words were intended to be a closing remark, but they struck a certain chord with you. Alone, that’s how you felt without Professor Fig, without Sebastian and Ominis by your side every moment–you felt alone. In that moment, you realized that you didn’t have to be, at least not right now.
"Actually, would you mind if… Can we just… go to the Three Broomsticks? I could really use a drink."
And thus you found yourself here, entranced with the ginger in front of you against everything you'd ever anticipated.
As you listen to Garreth ramble on, you can’t help but wonder why you hadn’t spent more time with him before. Sure, you’d helped him with a potion mishap on your first day of classes, and then snuck some billywig stings from the Honeydukes cellar when he’d asked, but outside of those few interactions he’d always been someone skirting at the edges of your life; there, but not necessarily of notice.
Now, he’s there and all you can notice. The spattering of freckles like paint on a canvas, the way he talks with his hands, the quirk to his lips that indicates his sheer excitement at speaking about something he’s passionate about–and actually having someone listen.
Your conversation continues for a while longer and one butterbeer turns into two and then three and you realize that the beverage isn’t the only thing making you feel warm. It’s also the fact that your anxiety isn’t bothering you for the first time in months. It’s the fact that you feel happy and comfortable exactly where you are. It’s a feeling you haven’t known in longer than you can remember.
And as Garreth’s green eyes flick to yours mid sentence, it’s as if everything clicks into place. You’ve been waiting for the other shoe to drop for what feels like forever, and it does– not with the jarring thump you’ve been waiting for, but rather the featherlight touch of a snowflake floating softly to the ground.
There’s laughter and smiles and the urge to lean into him is so strong, but you can’t give in. You won’t let yourself give in. You don’t want to risk ruining this moment so artfully and accidentally created.
Before you know it, curfew is fast approaching and when you realize the time, you instantly wish you hadn’t. You don’t want the night to end, because you fear that this feeling will end with it. Alas, you don’t particularly have another choice, not once he stands and holds his hand out towards you. It’s an invitation, but by no means an obligation. It holds a lifetime of possibilities–companionship, comfort, and the piece currently missing from your soul. You take it, and he carefully leads the two of you out of the crowded pub.
The walk back to the castle is as slow as you can manage, and at one point or another his arm ends up draped over your shoulder and yours looped loosely around his waist, and you’re giggling and grinning from ear to ear. As far as you can tell, so is he.
When you step into the still air of the castle, you half expect the haze that’s fallen over the two of you to dissipate, but it doesn’t. A pang of doubt flashes through your mind, wondering if he’s even felt a fragment of the same emotions that have been pulsing through you all evening.
But your gaze meets his and you see the fire within him–not a wild blaze, or even the crackle of a fireplace. It’s the soft flickering of a candle, bright but fragile. It carries the capability to warm you, or to be blown out by a single stray breath.
It’s a look that you’re sure is mirrored in your own eyes.
“Do you think we could possibly do this again sometime? It was really nice spending time with you.” Your words are quiet, timid, barely above a whisper. He hears them anyway and he smiles.
“Of course. Anything for you.”
A soft kiss to his cheek signals your departure, but when you glance over your shoulder at him, you could have sworn you saw that candle behind his eyes burn slightly stronger.
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The Shed (Drabble) 🔞
You and Sebastian don't stand a chance against an ex-auror and an army of inferi. What if Solomon survives and blames you for all that's happened?
Solomon Sallow x Reader (MC)
What can I say - I was inspired.
Gender Neutral - Rape - Corporal Punishment - Age Difference - Homicide
Read below or on ao3. 🔞
“You.”
All around you, the smoldering bodies of inferi lay scattered as the burly former auror limps in your direction, clutching his arm, his face twisted into a pained grimace.
Sebastian had left - apparated away in a panic once it had become clear the battle had been lost. And he’d left you on your knees, desperately choking down your last Wiggenweld.
Where had Solomon learned to do magic like that? You’d only seen Executioners conjure those columns of fire… He definitely hadn’t been fooling around.
“You’re to blame for this,” the older man hisses, staggering forward to take hold of your arm.
In an instant, your whole body jerks as you feel the telltale pull of apparition. Moments later, you fall to the ground, barely catching yourself before your face makes contact with the earth. Head spinning and senses overwhelmed, you try to take deep breaths to steady the rising nausea in your stomach.
As you slowly regain control of your faculties, a pair of shoes comes into focus in front of your face. Furrowing your brow in confusion, your gaze travels from the shoes upwards, over a pair of dark and dirty trousers until you’re making eye contact with Sebastian’s cantankerous uncle.
“M-mister Sallow,” you begin, then let out a yelp of surprise and pain as meaty fingers grab your hair and yank you to your feet. Your hands fly to your scalp in a desperate attempt to relieve the tension as the wizard forces your face closer to his.
“This is all your doing, child. You’ve led my nephew astray.”
With that, Mr. Sallow roughly shoves you across the small room – some kind of shed or storage area? - walking towards you menacingly as you regain your footing.
My wand…
Eyes wide, you go for your holster and then, coming up empty, to your pockets, patting desperately for the familiar bit of wood. Standing to loom above you, Mister Sallow lets out a deep chuckle.
“Looking for this?” he taunts, producing your wand. You leap forward to try to grab it, only to have it held out of reach. “Ah-ah,” he admonishes. “I don’t think so.”
With that. Solomon grasps your wand with both hands and decisively snaps it, the loud crack that fills the room hitting you like a slap to the face.
No…!
You watch in dismay, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes as the older wizard tosses the pieces of your broken wand to the floor, and then, in horror, as thick fingers begin to unbuckle his belt.
Your hands raised in a defensive posture, you take a step back. “Mister Sallow… What are you doing?”
The belt in his hands then, he flexes and tests the thick brown leather.
“Teaching you a lesson. Divesto.”
The cry that escapes your lips as you are unceremoniously stripped of all clothing is unrecognizable as your own.
“No.. Please!” you beg, pressing your back to the cold stone wall in a vain attempt to get away from the large wizard.
“Cry and plead all you like, welp. No one will hear you. Now, turn around,” he commands.
Tears streaming down your face, you slowly turn to face the wall, where you immediately notice distinctive fingernail marks streaking the surface. It dawns on you then that this is not the first time this shed had been used in such a way.
Sebastian…
Without warning, the blows begin to rain down on you – raising welts across your back, buttocks, and thighs. You do your best not to cry out – not to make a sound, but by the fifth blow you are wailing uncontrollably.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
Behind you, the ex-auror grunts “This for your own good, crupmite.”
A few blows later, you lose your ability to stand, and find yourself crumpled into a sobbing heap on the dirt floor.
“That’ll learn ya,” he gloats, beginning to put his belt back on – then hesitates, his eyes raking over your exposed body. “Come this far already…” he mumbles, more to himself than you.
You sniffle, confused as to his meaning, but in too much shock to really register the bizarre statement.
The man takes a step back and points to the far corner of the room where you notice a small bed. He doesn’t need to say a word for you to understand his meaning. Gingerly, you get to your feet, wincing and groaning as you approach the – Sebastian’s? - bed, but before you can reach it, a force hits you hard from behind, knocking the wind out of you.
He’s on top of you, his substantial weight pinning you down face-first to the itchy straw mattress. You let out a distressed groan, struggling to breathe, gritting your teeth against the intense pain of his attire pressing into your wounds. Behind you, you can hear him fumbling with his trousers.
“No, Mister Sallow, please!”
The wizard grabs your hips then, lifting them upwards so that your backside is elevated.
“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll cooperate. It’s the least you can do after all the trouble you’ve caused,” he whispers into your ear, and you feel an odd tingling sensationbetween your legs followed by a distinctive wetness.
Sebastian.. Help me, please..
You cry bitterly, squeezing your eyes shut, your entire body tensing as you prepare to be violated by Solomon Sallow. The blunt head of his cock presses up against your opening, promising pain, and you wish with all your heart that you’d never helped Sebastian on his mad quest.
But the pain never comes. Instead you hear a loud screech – “Avada Kedavra!” - followed by the heavy thump of Solomon’s body falling lifeless to the ground beside the bed.
Despite being physically unencumbered, you don’t move. You just weep – bitterly. Gratefully.
“Uncle…”
Cautiously, you turn to face the new arrival.
“Anne?” you whisper, noting the sickly witch’s devastated expression.
“Solomon.. I was worried that he’d take it out on you," she sobs.
“And now I’ve killed him..”
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Just Breathe
Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x gn!reader
Genre: Angst/Hurt/Comfort/Fluff // Words: 3.1k // [READ ON AO3]
Warnings: Blood! Panic attacks! Mentions of murder/self-defence!
Synopsis: After clearing another poacher camp, you and Sebastian fall into a sticky situation that will leave you questioning your life choices.
“Let me see!”
As soon as the last poacher fell motionless to the ground, Sebastian hurried over to where you were crouched next to a broken crate, or rather in the middle of its remains. That last Depulso had thrown you all the way here and against the wall behind you, and while you could feel your head spinning from crashing through that wooden box, you hadn't even noticed the large gash on your forearm.
“It's fine, just a scratch, don't worry,” you told him and scrambled to your feet as he grabbed you by the elbow.
“That's an awful lot of blood for just a scratch,” he remarked and put his hand on the wound to stop said blood from spilling even more. “Drink a Wiggenweld, please,” he urged and motioned his head towards the shoulder bag he carried across his body.
You sighed and dove your free hand into it, only to freeze mid-motion. “There's only one left,” you said quietly and threw him a concerned gaze. “We should keep it, for more serious cases.”
You heard him issue a groan. “It's okay, we'll head back to the castle now anyway. Drink it,” he repeated, and his brown eyes bored into yours.
If Sebastian was one thing, he was persistent. And protective and stubborn and persuasive. Okay, he was a lot of things, and all of these made you falter in the end. Or maybe it was his eyes. Those damn puppy-dog eyes. They had convinced you to crash this poacher camp in the first place – despite there being way too many enemies and despite the remote location and the really not ideal duelling conditions.
After Rookwood's death and Harlow's arrest, poaching activities had gone down in the Highlands, yet they were never truly gone, they were only hiding better. And because he needed to fight something at least once a week that wasn't a training dummy, Sebastian had made it his new hobby to snoop out those hidden camps and then coerced you into helping him clearing them out.
Actually, you knew he would just go there alone if you wouldn't tag along and you wouldn't want him to get into trouble on his own, so you had made it your new hobby as well. Love could make you do the funniest things. And your love for him was beyond measure. One more reason why you uncorked the potion with your thumb and downed it in one big gulp, coughing against the bitter taste.
You then watched him take away his hand and luckily, the magic worked and you had stopped bleeding instantly. All that was left was the tear in your sleeve and the blood staining the fabric of your shirt. “Well done,” he praised you teasingly and leaned in to give you a quick peck on the lips. You sighed playfully and smiled at him, pushing a stray strand of hair out of his forehead.
“Alright, let's leave,” you said then, but both of you remained close to each other for another moment, looking into the other's eyes, probably thinking about the things you would do once you were back at Hogwarts. You were opting for a hot bath, and he had his mind elsewhere as the little twinkle in his eyes told you. You knew you'd find a compromise somehow.
With a deep sigh, he then grabbed your hand and pulled you along through the ruins of the camp. It had taken you a while to find an entrance, and making your way back up to the top floor wouldn't be easy. But you kept going, as you always did.
Going on adventures with Sebastian had become something of a ritual to you over the last months, it had been your only way of occupying your busy minds – well, no, the second way – after spending almost every single minute together in bed.
Yet killing poachers was a new addition, and you still weren't sure if it was the best way of handling this. At first you were hellbent on knocking them unconscious to then deliver them to Officer Singer – but with the amount of Dark wizards still about, you knew the Auror wouldn't be able to handle all of those bad guys you would throw her way.
And when the first poacher's neck had snapped as you had smacked him into the ground with a well-timed Descendo, you hadn't even flinched. It wasn't your first murder anyway. Though you wouldn't call it murder. It was self-defence, you or them, a fight to the death, and you sure as hell weren't ready to step down just yet. It had been the same with Ranrok or Rookwood, you had to kill them in order to save yourself and all the others.
And now you did it for the beasts and the villagers and anyone else who wouldn't mind having a few less poachers and Dark wizards about. Those were your reasons and excuses to allow yourself to crash these camps and thin them out like you did, but you somehow knew that Sebastian had his own reasons. You never really talked about it, you didn't talk about quite a few things, and somehow it wasn't necessary.
He knew he could count on you being there for him and vice versa, and that was how you handled things, despite everything that had happened. Where others would have become estranged, you had only become closer, united under the tight embrace of death and destruction. And together you were unstoppable. You weren't even sure if you could handle anything like this on your own any more.
You were just traversing a long, narrow hallway covered in straw that seemed to be connecting the two parts of that old estate the poachers had made their camp in, when you looked around in confusion. “Did we really come through here?” you wondered and stopped walking for a moment.
Sebastian stopped as well and followed your gaze. “I think so...”
“Looks different,” you mused and raised your wand to cast Lumos, but the light didn't reach too far down the hallway. There were no windows, yet you knew night must have fallen while you had been fighting the bad guys.
“Let's just keep going,” he said quietly and squeezed your hand, before he shone the light of his own wand along the corridor and pulled you further.
Suddenly there was a sharp noise and then all hell broke loose. You heard the creaking and snapping of old wood, then you felt a tug on your wrist, and only then did you see the boy in front of you disappearing through a hole in the floor, his surprised yell echoing off the walls. It all happened so fast, you weren't even able to hold onto his hand. Somewhere below you, you heard more creaking and wood breaking, then a thudding and a low groan.
You fell to your knees immediately, shining your wand light down into the darkness. “Sebastian!” you called out, your voice breaking in sheer panic. It had taken you a moment to realize what had happened, but once it registered your heart was thundering and your breaths were shallow. “SEBASTIAN!”
“Here...” you heard a faint answer. You couldn't see him, and he sounded very strained. You felt your lips trembling as all the blood rushed from your face.
“Are you okay?” you asked, even though you were already imagining the worst.
“I... I don't know...” You heard it then. The pain in his voice. And it made your head spin and drown out anything else.
“I'm coming down! Don't move!” you called to him, before you looked around frantically. It took you an embarrassingly long moment to realize you were a wand carrier, and after you conjured a rope ladder and secured it to a sturdy looking metal hook in the wall, you climbed down into the darkness, the light of your wand swaying with every unsteady step.
Three or four metres down, you finally reached the bottom, and once you did, you shone your light around and saw him lying in a pile of broken wood and dented metal. You threw yourself to the ground in front of him, placing your wand next to you to grab his face with shaking hands.
“Sebastian?” you asked quietly. He had his eyes closed and was barely breathing and so pale, even his freckles seemed to have lost all colour and strength. His eyelids fluttered then and when he looked at you, he groaned.
Instead of saying anything, his eyes moved downwards, and then you saw it.
“No,” you whimpered helplessly and immediately pressed your hands around the metal stick poking out of his side. “No!” You didn't even notice your tears until they blurred your vision.
Breathing heavily, you tried to focus on what to do, how to help him, anything to distract you from your growing hysteria, but all your brain was producing were thoughts along the lines of I CAN'T LOSE HIM!, in that tone and voice, loud and overpowering, ever repeating.
“I can't lose you,” you voiced those words out loud eventually, then you felt his hand on yours.
“You won't,” he whispered, obviously pained as he stared at you, trying to stay awake.
You looked at him out of teary eyes, completely panicked and already overcome with grief, even though he was still with you. But just the thought of losing him rendered you completely helpless. Overwhelmed by your emotions, you just knelt in front of him, your hands around his wound, your mind showing you all the different scenarios and outcomes and futures without him. Your breaths were erratic, and you felt light-headed and completely out of your element.
“Tell me what to do,” you whined barely audible, tears streaming down your face while the blood rushed through your ears. Your lips were tingling and your chest hurt.
“Breathe,” he said and squeezed your hand lightly. “Just breathe.”
You stared at him, and his words confused you enough to actually do what he told you. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, you slowly fought those noisy visions inside your head – and something else came through. Your survival instincts. You'd been injured before, as had he, even though never this severe, and somehow you had always made it through.
But as you went through the possibilities of what you could do, you thought back to the moment not so long ago when he had forced you to drink your last Wiggenweld potion. Suddenly the panic was back in full force. “No... Wiggenweld...” you croaked out and tried to think hard and past the ever growing doom inside your head.
“Listen to me,” you heard him say, his voice faint and his face even paler now. You bit your lip and looked at him. “You have to...” He groaned and closed his eyes for a moment, shifting on his bed of debris. “Pull the... rod out...” he went on, quietly, his pain evident in every syllable. “And then... use... a spell to stop... the bleeding...”
You stared at him and then at the metal object sticking out of him, focusing hard on his words and not on your panic. During his fall through the rotten floor boards, he must have landed directly on it and it went right through him, impaling his side. You couldn't see much, only the blood pooling around the wound, staining his white shirt. With shaking fingers you felt around his back for the end of the rod, but it kept on going and seemed to be lodged in the pile he was lying on.
“I... I don't think I can... pull it out...” you whispered, your hands now on either side of the metal staff, carefully supporting his body. At least it didn't seem to have hit any vital organs, but you couldn't be sure. You had zero anatomical knowledge in that regard, something your education at Hogwarts seriously lacked. “I... I have to... pull you off it,” you then concluded.
He groaned faintly and then groaned louder, when you started moving his shoulder forwards. “Use your... wand...”
Once again you had momentarily forgotten you could do magic now. Exhaling loudly, you nodded and grabbed your wand. But even when you cast Levioso on him and carefully lifted him off the debris, he was grunting and crying out in pain, and your heart almost couldn't take it. More tears flooded your eyes, and you had to really bite your lip as you continued levitating him onto a cleaner patch of the floor.
He had his hand on his stomach, but you could see the blood gushing out of his back now, the wound wide open without the object holding it together. You fell to your knees and put your wand to his body, racking your brain for the right spell. But then panic settled back in. “Which spell?” you shrieked helplessly, your wand hand shaking badly. You'd heard about the Muggle way of stopping bleeds, but you weren't sure he would like that very much. “Incendio? I could burn your wound shut...”
“No,” he groaned, clearly against it. “Use... Vulnera Sanentur. Say it three times... hold it over... the bleeding...” His voice was fading and so was he. He was as pale as the light shining from his wand that he had lost in the fall and dropped somewhere on the other side of the room. Blood was pouring past his fingers and quickly joined the deep red puddle beneath him. His breaths were as irregular as his heart as it pumped out gush after gush of more blood.
You frowned, swallowing hard at the sight of him. Then determination kicked in, and you held your wand over his wound, repeating the incantation he had just told you. Even in moments like this he was still able to teach you, and you didn't quite know how, but you managed to do it – the spell worked and you witnessed how the red vanished from his shirt and skin, either pulled from him or pushed back into him.
A strange noise of either relief or surprise escaped you as you noticed the more regular rising and falling of his chest. When you couldn't see any blood any more, you dropped your wand and felt around his stomach and back, but the wound was gone, only the ripped shirt remained. Taking a shuddering breath, you leaned closer and gently grabbed his face.
He winced, but then opened his eyes and looked at you, a tired smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Look who's worried now,” he whispered, and after the initial confusion, you let out a groan, before you dove in and pressed your lips to his. You felt his hand on your lower back as he kissed you back tentatively.
“I thought I'd lose you...” you breathed against his lips, before you lay down beside him, careful not to put your weight on his body. Despite the healed wounds, you didn't know if he was still hurting.
“You can't get rid of me that easily...” he replied quietly, his voice still strained, but slowly he regained his composure as he rolled onto his side, not without another grunt, but definitely more agile than only moments ago.
“I was so scared,” you admitted barely audible as you snuggled closer to him, your hands on his face again, gently caressing his cheeks. He didn't feel as cold any more.
“I know,” he whispered and pulled an arm around you. “I've never seen you this panicked before...”
“I even forgot how to do magic for a moment...” you said with a crooked smirk, forcing the dark thoughts away by making light of them.
He chuckled softly. “I noticed,” he teased. “I'm glad you remembered in the end.”
“How do you feel?” you asked then, watching him closely.
“Like I fell through a hole in the ground and was impaled by a metal rod?” he answered with a laugh. “No, I'm fine, don't worry,” he repeated your own words back to you, and despite your still shaking state, you remembered telling him almost the exact same just earlier. You felt his hand on your tear-soaked cheek. “You know I'm too stubborn to die.”
You inhaled sharply. “Don't even say that,” you whispered harshly. “I...”
Before you could voice all those emotions swirling through your clouded mind, he leaned in and kissed you softly, shutting up the doubts and fears, and you kissed him right back, sobbing softly as all the stress fell off your shoulders.
“You have to stop being so reckless,” you murmured against his mouth as you leaned back a little.
He leaned back more, staring at you with his eyebrows raised. “Reckless? I fell through a hole in the floor! I didn't actually plan that, you know?”
“But you keep looking for these camps, you keep finding something, someone to duel... to kill...” you whispered, wiping at your own cheeks as you watched him. He got a little too defensive there, you had to be careful now.
“And you don't?” he asked darkly.
“I'm here because of you...” you replied as calmly as possible. “I don't want you to get hurt!”
He scoffed and leaned back more, rolling onto his back. “We get hurt all the time...”
You propped yourself onto your elbow and looked at him, chewing on your tingling lips. “And is that really what we want?” you said quietly, before you took a deep shuddering breath. “If I learned anything today, then it's that I absolutely cannot lose you,” you went on, looking at him imploringly. “The thought alone drives me insane! I need you, Sebastian. Alive and well and... here, with me...”
He sat up slowly at your words, his eyes wandering over your face. “I am with you...” he replied eventually, his voice softer than before. “And I intend to stay for as long as you need me...”
You scrambled to your knees and closer to him. “I'll always need you,” you whispered, your heart thundering inside your chest.
He reached out a hand and gently caressed your wet cheek. “Then I'll stay with you... always...”
You leaned into his touch. “Promise?”
Pulling your face closer to him, he looked deep into your eyes. “Promise...”
“No more stunts? No more looking for trouble?” you asked gingerly, biting your lip.
He sighed, but gave you a crooked smirk at the same time. “If you insist...”
You wrapped your arms around his neck then, basically throwing yourself against him, no longer caring if he was still hurting. He seemed rather fine though. “I'm sure we'll find other ways to keep our minds off things...” you whispered with a smile as you brought your face closer to his, your nose nuzzling against his.
Sebastian laughed against you, his hands grabbing your waist demandingly. “Oh absolutely... wanna start right here?”
End notes: Look at that: no smut! (But open-ended, so sequel maybe?)
The metal rod impalement was borrowed from that scene in The Last of Us when Joel falls down a ledge and lands on something like that and I lost my absolute shit when I played that! It somehow came back to me today and I had to put it into good use with our beloved pixel boy.
(Btw, Joel was my first pixel man crush – until Naughty Dog killed him off so viciously (uh, spoilers? sorry...), my heart... but it was mended by someone else now and I am so glad!)
And that spell (Vulnera Sanentur) is the one Snape uses on Draco after Harry had hit him with Sectumsempra, and I am 100% sure Sebastian would know about it too.
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There’s truth in firewhisky - Sebastian Sallow x GN!MC
summary: it’s your final night at hogwarts following the end of your NEWT exams. you and your friends are all celebrating when garreth suggests a friendly game of truth or dare, with a twist
themes: fluff, teeeeenssy bit of angst if you really squint but it’s barely there, use of veritaserum
word count: 1.3k
warnings: alcohol, kissing
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It was well past midnight when Garreth proposed the idea of playing truth or dare with Veritaserum to You, Sebastian, Ominis, Natty, Leander, Everett, Poppy, Imelda and Amit, his eyes glinted mischievously as he waved the vial of the veritaserum, in front of you all, almost like a hypnotist, the clear and colourless solution sloshing inside.
Under any normal circumstances, this would probably have been considered a very risky idea and you would have responded to this idea with a bit more apprehension, but you all had one too many firewhiskys at this point, most of you very giddy and tipsy after spending all night celebrating the end of the academic torture that was your NEWTs. Besides, you all felt invincible tonight, you welcomed the risk.
Garreth grinned as he uncorked the bottle of veritaserum and generously poured it into each of their drinks, unleashing chaos onto the group as he did so.
The group laughed and joked as they began to play, their faces flushed from the alcohol, their spirits high and their souls carefree. As the game progressed, the dares only became more outrageous, and the truths ever more revealing. On a dare, Natty had pulled Amit into a deep kiss, leaving him with a dazed and dreamy look in his eyes, Everett clapped him on the back as a chorus of cheers erupted from their friends, and, under the effects of veritaserum, Poppy had admitted her feelings for Imelda, who uncharacteristically, blushed furiously and returned the sentiment. This gentle demeanour; however, was short-lived. No more than two minutes later, Imelda gave a swift kick to Leander after he taunted her for being, “soft”.
As the night wore on, the group grew closer, their deepest and most vulnerable secrets and desires laid bare for each of them to see. The mood was nothing short of jovial, despite the ache that lingered in your chest, knowing that this night would mark the end of your time at Hogwarts.
You and Sebastian kept stealing furtive glances at each other when the other wasn’t looking, which was something that didn’t go unnoticed. Finally, Garreth had turned to Sebastian.
“Truth or dare?”
Sebastian glanced around nervously, his eyes laying on you, and then darting away quickly.
Ominis elbowed him, egging him on.
“Truth,” he said, barely above a whisper.
“Do you have feelings for anyone in this room?”
The room fell completely silent. Poppy, who had been laying her head on Imelda’s lap, sat up, her interest piqued.
To be perfectly honest, the only person who had the right to feel as though they were holding their breath was you. It was no secret for anyone else in the room what the answer to this question would be, it was obvious to them, but you were oblivious, the both of you were.
“Yes,” Sebastian replied, clenching his clammy hands, determined to keep his eyes from wandering to you again.
Ominis had a wide smile on his face, “Who?”
Sebastian’s eyes narrowed at Ominis, as if he were thinking “traitor!”, and his mouth opened as though it had a mind of its own, the words he’d been hiding for two years spilling out.
“Y/N”, he muttered, “Ever since fifth year.”
You felt a blush creep up your neck that had nothing to do with the firewhisky.
Before you could let some sober part of your brain talk yourself out of it, you grabbed Sebastian’s face and pulled him into an electric, passionate kiss.
Sebastian’s eyes were wide open, taken by surprise, before relaxing into the kiss, eyes fluttering closed, his arm snaking around your waist.
The group of teenagers once again let out a resounding cheer.“Get a room, you two!” Leander jeered, while Ominis applauded, and thanked his lucky stars he would no longer have to witness you pining for one another.
You and Sebastian remained close for the rest of the night, your hands interlaced with his and your head resting on his shoulder.
As the day threatened to break, the group gradually dispersed, heading back to their respective dormitories. You noticed Natty and Amit leaving hand in hand, and a warmth swelled in your chest.
You and Sebastian walked back together, your hands still linked with one another, your footsteps echoing through the corridor and the biting chill of the vast castle nipping at your flushed faces. Sebastian stopped, turning to you, his honey-brown eyes fixed on you, searchingly, “Is it true? Do you really have feelings for me?”
You nodded, “Yes, of course I have, all this time.”, your eyes shined back at him, full of sincerity.
That familiar cocky smirk spread across Sebastian’s face, “So, what you're really saying is that you've been pining for me?”
You scoffed, “No!” shoving him playfully.
He let out a chuckle, raising his eyebrows, unconvinced.
“Maybe,” you confessed, coyly.
Sebastian’s face broke into a prideful grin, obviously pleased with himself.
“I wouldn't get such a big head about it though, Sebastian, from what I’ve heard tonight, it sounds like you were pining too.”
“That could be true,” he murmured, pulling you in by the waist and closing the gap between you two, brushing his lips against yours before pressing another kiss to your lips. This time, it was slow and lingering.
You whispered against his lips, “Sebastian, it’s time to go.”
Sebastian hummed, not pulling away.
“Sebastian” You whispered again, breaking the kiss.
With one last longing look, Sebastian finally pulled away, “Alright, alright. I'll walk you back to your dormitory,” he said, a lopsided grin on his face.
You smiled back at him, your heart feeling light and full at the thought of what was to come between the two of you. As you walked back to your dormitory, your hand still clasped in Sebastian’s, you couldn't help but feel grateful for Garreth's idea to play truth or dare with Veritaserum, and for the courage it gave you both to finally admit your feelings for each other.
You knew that your relationship with Sebastian would be far from easy, if the events of your fifth year were anything to go by, but you were ready to take on whatever challenges came your way, as long as you had him by your side.
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The next morning, as you packed your bags and prepared to leave Hogwarts for good, you felt an ambivalent feeling in your heart. You were excited for the future and what it held, but you would miss the memories and the people that had made your time at Hogwarts so special.
As you made your way to Hogsmeade Station with Poppy, Sebastian caught up with you, his hand slipping into yours. You smiled, feeling content and happy with him by your side.
Before boarding the Hogwarts Express, you turned to Sebastian.
“I’m going to miss you,” you said, your voice soft.
“I’m going to miss you too,” Sebastian replied, his eyes glistening.
“I’ll write to you every day,” you promised, knowing that it might not be possible, but wanting to reassure him.
Sebastian smiled, his freckled hand coming up to brush a strand of hair from your face. “I’ll be waiting for your letters.”
You hugged each other tightly, not wanting to let go. As you finally pulled away, you gave him one last kiss before turning and walking away, feeling his eyes on your back.
As you clambered onto the Hogwarts Express, you knew that things were going to be different now. You were entering a new chapter of your life, and you couldn't wait to see what the future held. But for now, you were content in knowing that you had someone who loved you by your side, and that was all that mattered.
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