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Sebastian runs into some...difficulties while brewing a potion. (Previously written in October, not posted to tumblr).
✨Sebastian Sallow x F!MC
Tags: NSFW! MDNI! Sexual content (masturbation), character under the influence of Amortentia. 1.7k words
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Sebastian is distracted.
What should be just another session in the Undercroft is proving to be more difficult than he anticipated. Not because of the subject material, but because of the study partner.
Sloane.
Beautiful and brilliant Sloane.
He sits cross-legged on the stone floor, tension coiled tight in his gut as he watches his friend, his just friend, with a kind of lust that he ought to be ashamed of. Sebastian has always been fond of Sloane, grateful for her companionship and willingness to stick by his side through thick and thin. He is unable to pinpoint exactly when his thoughts about her switched from innocent to debauchery.
There is something different about her, something that stirs his blood and sends his heart into a frenzy. He has seen her every day, has known her for years, the two sharing laughter and tears and everything in between. It is more than infatuation, but he is too afraid to call it love. He settles on an emotion he is more familiar with—desire. He wants Sloane all for himself, the selfish bastard that he is.
Intrusive, wicked thoughts continue to swirl in his mind. He wants her in his bed, wants to fall to his knees and worship at the altar that is her body and soul, wants to devour her until she screams his name—
Oh, he is well and truly fucked.
Sebastian attempts to focus on the small cauldron of bubbling liquid he is slowly stirring but soon finds himself tracking her movements through the dungeon. Sloane's ash-blonde hair has grown out over the years, a few golden strands shimmering under the light of the flickering candles that hang from the ceiling. He openly stares as she bends over to fetch a book from her satchel, the fabric of her skirt moving across the curve of her bottom.
He swallows hard, a surge of heat threatening to swallow him whole. Sebastian shifts, wishing he had his robe to drape over his lap right about now. Sloane sits back down next to him, taking the stirstick and sending a shock through his body as her fingers against his. He snaps his attention to the parchment balancing on his knee, even if he can't for the life of him translate the gibberish that is his handwriting.
"It should be more pink, don't you think?" Sloane asks, softly laughing at her own rhyme.
Sebastian nods, fixated on her lips. "Yeah."
Her tongue pokes out as she bites it in concentration, adding a few more ashwinder eggs to the mixture, completely oblivious to his internal turmoil. There is a faint stain of red on her lips, makeup that her and some of the other seventh-year girls have been experimenting with. All Sebastian can wonder is if she kissed him, would she leave marks behind—on his lips, on his throat, on the sensitive patch on skin just above his hip-bone. He clenches his jaw, fighting the spine-tingling shiver at the thought of her lipstick staining his pillow.
Stop—he silently implores his mind, biting his nails into his palm before the last of his resolve spirals out of control. Sloane speaks again but he cannot hear what she says over the ringing in his ears. He watches the subtle way her throat tightens and relaxes around the words, wanting nothing more than to press his lips there and taste the saltiness of her skin.
"Sebastian."
His name falling from her lips snaps him out of the haze, if only for a moment. With a strangled chuckle, he meets her gaze and flashes a sheepish grin. "Sorry, what?"
"I asked if there were any more rose petals," she says, pointing to the pouch of ingredients nearest to him.
Sebastian startles into action, sifting through the inventory but finding nothing but powdered moonstone and peppermint. "Looks like we used them all."
"That's...not right," Sloane frowns, her brows furrowed in thought. She reaches over and takes the notes from him, nearly causing him to flinch. "Did we forget to add something? Or..." she trails, looking far too adorable as she pouts. "It doesn't look like the potion Professor Sharp brewed today."
Sebastian cannot remember what he had for lunch, let alone the potions lecture from that morning. He frowns, not wanting his distracted mind and wandering eyes to jeopardize their grade. Not when the project will ultimately affect their NEWT scores.
"Should we start over?" he asks, clearing his throat when his voice comes out garbled.
Sloane nods and is suddenly pushing off the ground to stand. She gestures for him to pass her the pouch and she peers inside to see for herself. "I'll be right back. Maybe I can ask the Professor for some advice while restocking."
Before Sebastian can say anything to stop her she is slipping past the iron gates of the Undercroft entrance and disappearing from view. He grumbles to himself, reaching down rather awkwardly to readjust the growing arousal in his trousers. In an effort to keep his mind and hands busy, he flicks through the book Sloane left behind, reading through her neat notes in the margin.
"Love potion," he mutters under his breath. "Pink or red in color."
His eyes glance over the edge of the book to see that whatever is brewing inside the small cauldron, it is not a love potion. Sebastian purses his lips in worry, flicking through the pages for anything that fits the description of what he sees. Somewhere in the back of his mind he already knows, the spiraling steam wafting through the air and invading his senses.
Amortentia.
Sebastian's stomach drops as his heart rate spikes. Only he would find himself in this situation, the accidental creation of the most powerful love potion in the world. He huffed a laugh and wondered—is this the reason for his wild thoughts? But then why wasn't Sloane affected?
Maybe he was a love-struck fool afterall.
Whatever the explanation, Sebastian is unable to form another coherent thought as a silky tendril of the potion sneaks up his nose, instantly setting his soul on fire. It is like every nerve in his body is firing at once, yearning and demanding attention so intensely that it hurts. His pupils dilate and with every staggered breath he can hear the echo of his heart, pounding so loudly in his chest he topples over.
He blinks hard, holding himself up against the nearby chaise. All he can see behind his closed lids is Sloane, her stormy eyes sparkling with mischief as she beckons him with her curved smile and tantalizing tongue.
"Fuck," he curses, snapping open his eyes.
Sebastian gathers enough strength to fight his wobbling legs, collapsing against the cushions as his entire body trembles. He sucks in a breath only to discover Sloane's scent is everywhere, the fabric of her forgotten robe spread out beneath his head. With every blink he can see her, feel her pressing against him, the ghost of her touch prickling his skin.
Frantically, he untucks his dress-shirt from his pants, bunching the fabric up around his torso as he fumbles to unfasten the clasps of his trousers. Sebastian wiggles his hips until he is free from the constricting clothes, his cock twitching as it makes contact with the cool air of the room.
With a shaky hand he grasps himself, hissing as his fingers clench of their own accord. He tries to pace himself, but the Amortentia forces him to focus on nothing but his arousal and deep seeded fantasy of claiming Sloane, fucking her until she is nothing but a whimpering mess beneath him.
God what he wouldn't do to have her right now, to have her delicate hand wrapped around his length, to be buried deep inside her core, not stopping until they both stumble over the edge of ecstasy.
His strokes become even as his hips jerk up to meet his hand, the vivid, imagined vision of Sloane before him—on top of him—making it impossible to hold back. A tiny, desperate plea forms in the back of his throat as he rolls onto his side, wondering if there is some deity that might grant his one desire. Sebastian reaches up with his free hand, grabbing Sloane's robe and pressing it to his face so he can breathe in the sweet smell of her perfume and stifle his groans.
In his fevered delusion, it is almost as if she is really there, her lithe and naked body writhing against him as their moans filled the otherwise empty room. He whispers her name over and over again before the syllables bubble on the tip of his tongue, tumbling out in a cry, "Sloane!"
With a strangled croak he meets his end, spilling onto his fist and the chaise cushions. Sebastian lays there, his whole body tense as the remainder of his release flows through him. The intense passion fades away, dissolving into a deep guilt that sinks his heart into the pit of his stomach. An overwhelming wave of exhaustion hits him before he can do more than tug his pants back into place.
He faints, or at least momentarily loses consciousness.
When he flutters open his eyes, Sebastian isn't sure how much time has passed. For a moment, he doesn't even realize he's still in the Undercroft, or that his head isn't resting against a pillow but Sloane's thigh instead.
He blinks, the feel of her fingers brushing through his hair comforting, if not equally terrifying. What feels like a damp rag passes across his forehead and he glances up to see her face.
"Am I dreaming?"
"No," she answers with a small smile. "I don't think so."
His heart skips a beat. "Did you—did you see?"
"No," she says again but the slight tint to her cheeks speaks volumes. Sebastian is about to question the appearance of her blush when her voice drops into a whisper. "But I heard...everything."
Sebastian briefly wonders if he can end his own life with a killing curse, or at least set himself on fire so he can escape the rush of embarrassment and shame that settles in his bones. He blinks, air wheezing out of his parted lips once he remembers to breathe.
He gulps, the weight of his tongue heavy in his mouth. Reluctantly, he lifts his gaze to her face and is shocked to find her expression is calm. "We have a lot to talk about, don't we?"
At least Sloane is smiling when she says, "yes, we do."
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Hello? Is anyone out there? 😂 I’m currently in between some work and health issues (all good just coping with some stuff that has finally started to cause drama) and haven’t written near what I wanted but hope you will all still like to see some of a sneak peek of chapter 2 of hands of fate.
"Dr. Targaryen!"
Half-asleep from a double shift, slightly nodding over the coffee maker in the surgeon's on-call room, Dany jerked her chin up, almost cracking her head into the bottom of the cabinet that Margaery was opening over her in a quest to get more stirsticks. "Huh?' she mumbled, glancing over her shoulder, spotting Dr. Tyrion Lannister standing in the door, his several-time broken nose even more out of place as he happened to be studying her with a mixed expression of what she suspected was annoyance and also curiosity.
She waited for her coffee to finish spitting out from the single-serve machine, glanced at the dregs in her mug, and made a face. "What?" she asked, slowly walking towards her boss. They used to be close, back in the day when she was a bright-eyed bushy-tailed fourth year medical student, intern, and then halfway through her residency when she had developed a brain of her own and dared to question his teaching methods, they'd had a falling out. Gods forbid she didn't think he was the smartest man in the hospital.
Tyrion peered up at her, his hands in his lab coat pockets; he rarely did surgeries anymore, he preferred the backseat, ordering them all around. "Someone was here asking for you."
"Oh?" She sniffed her coffee again and gagged. "How old is this stuff?"
Marge checked the back of the box the cups had been stored in. "Expired three years ago."
"Huh." Well she needed to stay awake, she had surgery in a couple hours. "Excuse me Tyrion, I need to go. Stuff to prepare for and all that."
Tyrion stepped in front of her. He cocked his head. "It's a gentleman."
Her heart skipped in her chest. Jon had texted her this morning joking that he would pop in and visit her. They had chatted very briefly the day before, when she'd texted to demand further information about this second date. She arched a brow, maintaining her composure, although out of the corner of her eye she saw Margaery giggle. "What kind of gentlemen? What does he look like?"
"Why don't you see for yourself?"
She hated Tyrion. Of course he was playing games. Rolling her eyes, she pushed by him, and out into the corridor, her red and black Crocs squeaking on the freshly waxed floor. She emerged into the administrative bullpen, her jaw dropping at the sight of yes, Jon Snow, standing against the counter-- Jeyne was gaping at him like she wasn't sure he was real, Varys was staring oddly at him, and....FUCK.
Olenna Tyrell had entered the chat.
Her formidable mentor, the Chief of Surgery, the Queen of Scalpels, and Margaery's fearsome grandmother, had spotted the newcomer to their world and with surprisingly speed for someone in her age range-- no one knew what it was actually-- crossed the bullpen from where she'd been haranguing a resident to come to stand directly in front of Jon Snow. She offered her hand, her crisp Highgarden accent carrying over the din. "Dr. Olenna Tyrell, Chief of Surgery, and who might you be?"
"Waiting for Dr. Targaryen," Jon answered swiftly.
Olenna's lips twitched, her bright blue eyes crinkling. "Ah, you did not answer my question. I didn't ask what you were doing, I asked who you might be."
"Someone waiting for Dr. Targaryen."
My gods he's something else, she thought momentarily, shaking the stars from her eyes. She hurried to him, eyes wide. "Jon!"
Jon smiled at her. "I thought I'd surprise you. Since you hate surprises."
She scowled. "Asshole."
"Duh."
"How'd you even get in?"
He leaned forward conspiratorially. "I killed the guard at the front door. Pretended to be a patient. Snuck in through the air vents. Or I asked nicely. You figure it out."
What a smartass. She made a face at him and crossed her arms over her chest. "This is a surprise."
"Good?"
"Unclear yet."
Olenna cleared her throat loudly. "After you two are done with your verbal copulation would you show some manners, Daenerys, and introduce me?"
"Um, Dr. Olenna Tyrell, this is Jon Snow." She shoved her thumb back towards Olenna. "Jon, this is Dr. Tyrell." Her brows reached her hairline and she clenched her teeth, hoping the former Night's watch ranger got the hint. “My boss."
Jon 's lips twitched, amused. He offered his hand, tilting his head slightly when Olenna grasped it, shakin firmly. "It's nice to meet you Dr. Tyrell. I've heard things from my cousin. Robb Stark."
"That prancing pony more interested in his hairstyle and showing off his Stark wealth than taking my Margaery on a decent Christmas holiday?" She snorted. "Daenerys, whatever have you done, getting wrapped up in this family."
"No, please, tell me more of what you think about Robb. Did you know that he also is going to be going back up to Winterfell for Christmas and his mother doesn't want him to bring Margarey?" Jon cringed obviously, eyes wide, theatrical. "Robb tends to do whatever Mummy asks."
Olenna's jaw dropped and her eyes flashed fire. She might as well have released scalpels from her fingers. "He what!?” She whirled around, grabbed her cane from where it was propped against the desk, and hurried off. "Margaery!"
Dany hid her smile behind her hand and stepped closer to him. She shook her head, whispering. "Cold. Very, very cold."
"Robb pissed me off today, so he deserves it." He shoved his hands into his pea coat pockets, the collar once again turned up. Victorian gothic emo detective, she thought, had the look down perfectly. He nodded to her coffee cup, still dangling in her fingertips. "That looks like mud. You can't possibly want to drink it. Want to get something real? Totally understand if you don't, I did just barge in." His gaze flickered around the bullpen and his body stiffened, nose wrinkling distastefully.
It was probably bringing back bad memories of being in the hospital. She struggled returning to work for similar reasons. Best they get out quickly. "Sure." She dumped the cup in the trash and nodded towards another set of doors. "Let me get my coat."
"I'll be outside in the hall."
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people are NASTY. I work at a coffee shop and we have a condiment table with creamer, cupholders, Stirsticks, etc. I heard a big crash and a customer dropped all of the stirsticks on the ground and when he thought no one was looking he just put them back into the cup where they fell from AFTER he accidentally stepped on a couple. People put those in their drinks dude ew
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