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Thanks for the read....even though it was wow 😳.. love it though 😁

Hello, Professor 👨‍🏫 😏

Sebastian Sallow & Male MC One-Shot

Synopsis: Professor Sebastian Sallow? Yes, please. (Or, Damien learns a lesson on Sebastian's first day on the job.) Word Count: 1,691 NSFW ❗ Tags: Professor!Sebastian Sallow, Dom Sebastian Sallow, mlm, Teacher/Student roleplay, Teasing, Banter

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In Damien’s estimation, Sebastian Sallow had always been an attractive man. 

Why else would he put up with Sebastian’s moods in their two—what could have been three—full years together at Hogwarts, their alma mater, if Sebastian had tamed his more tiresome impulses?

And moods was very much an understatement. Of epic proportions.

Damien still enjoyed pulling out Sebastian’s rather stupidly uttered, “Why would I listen to someone so ignorant?” every now and again, when he really wanted something. Like a midnight snack, usually of the sexual variety.

Oh yes. Oh yes, a beautiful specimen of a man he was, indeed.

But soon-to-be Professor Sebastian Sallow, glasses perched delicately on the bridge of his freckled nose, silver peppered throughout his preternaturally graying hair, new professor robes—with forest green silk lining, of course—draped over his broad shoulders, even the hint of a suspender strap peeking through the slit of the clasp…

That was another matter entirely. 

In fact, Damien was quite certain he had never seen such a tasty morsel in his life. 

So, when Damien opened his mouth to speak and no words flowed forth, none at all, he honestly shouldn’t have been surprised.

It was going to be a problem though, since Sebastian was too engrossed in a book to pay Damien any mind. He held the leather bound tome in his right hand, the pages spread open, the pads of his long, slender fingers delicately tracing the spine in his own quiet way. 

It was too quiet. 

Far too quiet.

And Damien was breathing rather too loudly. 

Sebastian glanced up through his thick eyelashes. 

Their eyes met. 

“D?” Sebastian said.

Damien gulped.

Sebastian’s lips curved up into a sly, perfectly dastardly, smile.

“See something you like, darling?” 

He snapped the book shut with a crack. 

“I—yes,” Damien somehow managed to stutter, squirming uncomfortably on his feet. This was atrociously unfair. Uncalled for, really.

Why? Because they had no time!

Damien knew Sebastian didn’t like to be late, and Damien had been coming into his study to inform him that an owl had arrived from Professor Weasley, asking that Sebastian arrive half an hour earlier than she’d originally requested for his first day as Potions Master at Hogwarts. 

But now, Damien was of the mind that he should pretend that her owl had never arrived at all. For, what was an additional thirty minutes anyway? Perhaps less, even! Damien could be quick. (Not that he wanted to be…)

Unbidden, he moaned, clapping a hand to his mouth to stifle the offending sound. 

Too late. Far, far too late. 

Sebastian leaped to his feet, the chair teetering behind him at the sudden movement. 

“Class is in session,” he practically purred, removing his glasses with practiced ease, setting them and his book down on the desk beside him. 

He cocked an eyebrow at Damien, who was still standing in the doorway, mute and hard. Very, very hard. 

Sebastian lunged.

Before he could even blink, Damien was caught in Sebastian’s arms, his strong hands threading through Damien’s long hair, which was cascading down just past his shoulders, his lips crushing down with deep fervor, his teeth dragging across Damien’s lower lip before biting, devouring, claiming.

Damien trembled, barely upright, the strength of Sebastian’s kiss leaving him both breathless and burning. His trousers tightened painfully with want—and he wasn’t the only one. He could feel Sebastian hardening against him, even through the formidable layers of his new professorial ensemble: the fine wool trousers tailored snugly at his narrow waist, held up by leather suspenders that creaked faintly with every breath he took; the crisp, high-collared shirt tucked neatly beneath a buttoned waistcoat; the stiff leather belt drawn firm; and sweeping over all of it, those immaculate, freshly issued new robes, heavy at the shoulders and fragrant with a trace of cedar, possibly from the wardrobe they’d been stored in. 

Glorious as it all was to behold, and even more so to feel, each layer between them served as both a barrier and a temptation.

Damien’s hands, trembling slightly, found the edges of Sebastian’s robes and curled into them, pulling him closer. He let out a breathless, broken sound—half-laugh, half-moan—then murmured, “I thought professors weren’t supposed to take advantage of their students."

Professor and student play?

Yes, Damien could absolutely get behind that. 

Sebastian leaned back only enough to meet his eyes, just barely. His nose brushed against Damien’s, his breath hot against his mouth. “Is that what you are now?” he asked, his voice low and husky, wicked even. “A student? I don’t recall seeing your name on the class list.”

Damien smirked. “Maybe I slipped through the cracks. Bit of an… independent study. Anyway, I prefer private instruction.”

Sebastian huffed a laugh against his cheek. “Oh, really now? How fortunate for me.”

He leaned in once more, pressing their foreheads together. “You realize,” he murmured, his hand slipping beneath Damien’s shirt, fingers teasing over his soft patch of chest hair, “I’m a rather hands-on professor, hm?”

Damien’s breath caught, but he managed to whisper, “I was hoping for exactly that.”

Sebastian’s eyes darkened. “Good,” he said. “Because I’m about to give you a lesson you won’t soon forget.”

He dragged his hand lower, lower, ever lower, the buttons of Damien’s shirt popping open one by one with a series of soft clicks as he trailed down, down, down. When one of the buttons detached completely and clinked to the floor, Damien didn’t even flinch. 

Damien’s heart pounded, his hands slipping around Sebastian’s neck, pulling him closer. “I’m all yours, Professor,” he murmured, lips brushing against his ear. “Teach me.”

Sebastian all but growled, his restraint apparently gone in an instant. He extricated himself from Damien, and with one swift, forceful motion, yanked Damien’s trousers off, the fabric sliding down his long legs in a rush, leaving Damien exposed to the cool air.

Damien’s body was taut with desire, urgency radiating from every inch of him, his arousal unmistakable, especially bare to the world, bare to Sebastian—who, without warning, dropped to his knees. His hands gripped Damien’s bare ass, navigating his body closer, guiding Damien toward the heat of his mouth, wide and eager to take him in.

Damien certainly wasn’t expecting that. The hairs on the back of his arms prickled, and a shiver ran down his spine at this level of undivided attention. 

“Well, I must admit,” he breathed, his body responding with a twitch of need as Sebastian’s pressure deepened, “this isn’t quite the lesson I had in mind.” 

Sebastian released Damien’s cock with a soft pop, glancing up at him with a positively delightful smirk on his deliciously freckled face. “Sometimes the best lessons aren’t in books,” he replied, throwing in a cheeky wink for good measure. Damien’s arousal spiked, his body betraying him entirely.

“You’re quite the eager student, aren’t you, Mr. Evans?” Sebastian teased. 

Damien couldn’t hold back anymore. “Sebastian…erm, Professor Sall—ah!” 

Sebastian’s mouth returned to Damien’s cock with a ferocity that stole Damien’s breath away, moving with a pace that was almost too much for him to handle, leaving Damien gasping, drowning in the sensation. 

The tension coiled tighter within Damien, his body teetering on the edge, the heat pooling in his core, building, intensifying with every passing second. When it finally broke, it came in rolling waves: first warm, then burning hotter, followed by a brief pulse of icy relief before it ignited again. 

And then, in an exceedingly rare and unexpected turn of events, Sebastian didn’t pull away. Instead, he remained on Damien, his mouth coaxing out every last lingering drop. It was almost too much—Damien shuddered violently beneath Sebastian’s ministrations, shocked, overwhelmed. But Merlin! What sweet, sweet bliss. 

Sebastian’s movements, now slow and deliberate, drew Damien deeper into the sensation, even when he thought it should have ended. He’d never experienced anything like this. Usually, they’d be long finished by now. But Sebastian wasn’t done. He ended the all-consuming experience with one long, deliberate lick from the base of Damien’s cock to its tip, his eyes locking with Damien’s as he did so.

Damien stared back, completely undone, the lesson sinking in. Wait! Was this the lesson, then? It certainly seemed to be the case.

“What did we learn then, Mr. Evans?” Sebastian said as he rose up, brushing down his still (mostly) pristine outfit. 

Damien, still breathless and off-balance, didn’t think before the words escaped his lips. “I learned that sometimes ignoring an owl can be very beneficial.” Damien flushed, realizing what he had just admitted. 

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And whose owl are you referring to, love?” 

Damien swallowed nervously. “I… erm, well, Professor Weasley sent an owl for you. Something about needing you to come in a bit earlier today…” He trailed off, unsure of where to go next.

Sebastian��s eyes widened. “D! Why didn’t you say something?” 

“You were too distracting,” Damien said, his cheeks burning. 

Sebastian let out an exaggerated groan, spinning on his heel. “Bad form, D!” he exclaimed. He checked his desk quickly for his things, pocketing the necessary items and tossing them into his satchel in a flurry of motion. “Detention for you, later, Mr. Evans,” he called over his shoulder as he staggered to the door. “And I’m not a forgiving professor,” he added, slamming the door shut behind him with an almost theatrical flourish. 

Damien just stood there for a moment, watching Sebastian rush out, his gaze lingering on Sebastian’s retreating figure, his muscular shoulders, his ample backside, still savoring the experience he, in all honesty, probably should have delayed until later. His heart continued to pound in his chest, perhaps a result of Sebastian’s final words… 

What sort of consequences could Sebastian come up with while he was away? Damien’s imagination was vast, and so was Sebastian’s. There were far too many possibilities to dwell on, far too many ideas to excite both his mind and body. 

But the lesson Damien had learned? That was simple enough.

Sebastian’s first day on the job? Definitely one neither of them would ever forget.

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I’ll Carry the Weight (I’ll Do Anything for You) // Married!Sebastian Sallow x Damien Evans‼️Explicit One-Shot

Summary: Sebastian and Damien’s tenth wedding anniversary should have been a time for celebration. But when a ghost from Damien’s past makes an unexpected entrance, Sebastian’s carefully planned trip is ruined.

How can Sebastian make things right?

(Or, Sebastian may not be a religious man, but worshipping at the altar of Damien’s body just might do the trick.)

Note: This one-shot is an installment of the Like Moths to a Flame series, but it can be read as a standalone.

Word Count: 7,420

‼️NSFW‼️Also, for those who may need it, there are some minor trigger warnings hidden beneath a cut on AO3. See link below:

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Sebastian was going to fix this. He could fix this, couldn’t he? Hopefully. Well, at least the problem wasn’t him this time. He was pretty sure? Anyway, it was clear he needed to figure out what the problem was. Once he did… Well, hm. He’d figure something out. Yes. Chin up, Sebastian! He could solve any problem thrown his way. And this was definitely a Problem, with a capital P.

Sebastian and Damien’s tenth wedding anniversary was supposed to be romantic, not whatever this was. 

Damien had holed himself up in a room at an inn Sebastian had booked in Edinburgh, and was now refusing to leave. He’d even covered all the mirrors—one long, floor-length rectangular one leaning against a wardrobe, and another square-ish one hung up on the wall—with some spare bed sheets he found in a linen closet, which was certainly… something.

Sebastian wasn’t quite sure what to do or say. He’d never seen Damien behave in this manner before. But, to be fair, the situation was definitely unusual.

Their day had begun just fine. Relaxing, even. It was a lovely fall day, crisp and clear, the leaves having just turned over from green to light orange, reminding Sebastian of his favorite fruit: pumpkin. Pumpkins were fruits, yes? Or were they vegetables? No matter. There were more important things to mull over. 

Their trip had been planned for a few months. It was Sebastian’s suggestion to return to Edinburgh, where they had spent a short but sweet weekend after their wedding in Hogsmeade a decade ago. They hadn’t been back together since, so it seemed overdue.

Damien had been thrilled that Sebastian handled everything, even so much as bragging about the romantic gesture to his business partner, Albie, at Spintwiches. Albie had, naturally, brought up the topic when Sebastian stopped by the shop one afternoon to have lunch with Damien, as he was so often wont to do, always preferring the company of Damien to the possibility of being accosted by one of his students while he ate his usual lunch: not one, but two, marmalade sandwiches. Sebastian merely shrugged off Albie’s praise, pretending nonchalance, but secretly he was pleased Damien was happy, and that he’d done something right for once.

Unlike now. Sebastian knew, as Damien’s beloved husband, he should do or say something, but what? If it were Sebastian acting this way—so somber, so sullen—Damien would know what to do. It didn't help that Sebastian had quite the itinerary planned for the afternoon, the most time-sensitive being a tour he booked at the Edinburgh Central Library, so he needed to think of something, and soon. Funnily enough, the library had opened the year he and Damien met: 1890. It felt rather fitting to explore it. 

But, unfortunately, they’d stopped by the inn to drop off their trunks, and an encounter had occurred that couldn’t be predicted: they’d bumped into one of Damien’s old schoolmates from Eton. Sebastian still wasn’t quite sure why seeing and speaking with him—incredibly briefly at that—had affected Damien so much. And, frankly, he was afraid to ask. 

Sebastian sighed and pulled out his pocket watch to glance at the time. They really should have left by now.

“D, are you sure you don’t want to pop by the library?” he said. “They have Birds of Britain on display.” 

“I don’t feel up to it,” Damien mumbled. He sat dejectedly in an armchair in the corner of the room, hugging his knees to his chest. He barely fit on the chair thanks in part to his delightfully hefty stature. It honestly looked quite comical, but Sebastian knew better than to make a joke right now.

“I can go pick up something for us to eat,” he said. Maybe Damien needed some time to himself.

“I’m not hungry.”

Sebastian raised a brow, but kept silent. That was certainly unusual. Damien was always hungry.

“Well, I’m famished,” he said, grabbing his coat from the rack near the door. “I’ll be quick. Think about what else you’d like to do while we’re here. We can have a fresh start in the morning.” He didn’t wait for Damien to acknowledge him before stepping out the door and into the hallway. 

“See you soon, D!” he called out, only to take two steps forward and plow directly into Damien’s old schoolmate.

“Oh! Pardon me.” The man was a Muggle, so Sebastian scrambled for an explanation as to why he had been in Damien’s room. You know, just in case. “Had to check on my friend before…erm… getting my… hat… from my own room.” Smooth, Sebastian. Yes, yes, very smooth. 

In typical fashion, Sebastian had booked two rooms. It wouldn’t do for the Muggles to be suspicious about Sebastian and Damien’s relationship. That would be quite the end to their anniversary: on trial, or worse yet, behind bars.��Muggles! So small-minded. 

Oddly, the man just stood there, inspecting him. Were his eyes narrowing? Yes, they were. 

Sebastian’s pulse spiked, but he inspected him back regardless. The man wasn’t all that remarkable. He had red hair, a thick beard, and a rather large nose. He was a bit taller than Sebastian, but that wasn’t all that surprising, since Sebastian was average height. His attire was quite formal, well-tailored, probably expensive, and his hair was meticulously styled. The chain of a gold pocket watch dangled from his shirt pocket. Yes, he was certainly well-off. 

“Is there something you need?” Sebastian asked, unsure of what else to say or do. He couldn’t remember the man’s name, even though Damien had introduced them to each other an hour or so ago. At the time, Sebastian had been too preoccupied with trying to figure out whether the unexpected meeting was welcome or not. He’d eventually landed on not. Damien’s current state made that very clear. 

“I was actually hoping to have a conversation with Mr. Evans,” the man said, scrubbing his beard. 

It was Sebastian’s turn to narrow his eyes. “How did you know which room he was staying in?”

The man let loose a grating laugh. “I asked the attendant at the front desk.”

“Ah.” Sebastian didn’t make a move away from the door. In fact, he stood up a bit straighter, presenting a challenge, of sorts. 

The man remained undeterred. His hand was now in a fist which he had extended out as if he were preparing to knock on the door. Presumptuous of him. 

Sebastian stood his ground. “Mr. Evans is not feeling well.” 

The man tilted his head. “Oh? Does he need anything? I’m a doctor. Of medicine.”

Of course he was. 

“Bash?” Damien said, loud enough to be heard through the thick door. “Are you still there?”

Oh Merlin…

“Yes, Damien,” Sebastian replied, emphasizing Damien’s name, hoping that he would pick up on the hint, as Sebastian typically called Damien ‘D’ or ‘love’ the majority of the time, when they were home, safe from the Muggles and their dimwittedness. 

What should he do? Should he open the door? Perhaps not… Should he usher the other man away? Would that be taken the wrong way? Damn, damn, damn! 

Sebastian’s harried thoughts turned out to be unnecessary, for the other man opened the door himself. 

“Evans,” he said, sweeping through the doorway, “I hear you’re under the weather.”

Sebastian bolted through the doorway, slipping in before Damien’s old schoolmate could shut the door behind him, only to find Damien, his eyes blown wide, leaping up from the armchair, then promptly tipping the whole clunky thing over. 

But Damien didn’t even notice. He was too busy smoothing out the wrinkles in his shirt and trousers, pulling up his socks, and tucking some stray strands of his long blond hair behind his ear. 

What was Damien doing? Why did he even care what this Muggle thought? 

“Peter,” he uttered through clenched teeth. “I…erm—”

“Didn’t expect to see me, hm?” Peter cut in. “You know, if you really are sick, you could lose a stone or two. That might help.” Sebastian’s eyebrows shot up to his forehead. He squared his shoulders as he lunged forward. “I’ll have you know—” 

“Sebastian, it’s fine,” Damien interrupted, holding his hands up in the air, then dropping them back down when Sebastian staggered back.  

Sebastian clenched his jaw. It certainly didn’t seem fine. Damien was slouching and the corners of his lips twitched slightly, as if he were struggling to school his expression, perhaps even hide a frown.

“I’m just saying,” Sebastian tried again, “that’s rather rude." He was obviously addressing Peter, but Damien opened his mouth to speak. Sebastian wasn't done yet. “When was the last time you even saw him anyway?” he said, staring Peter down. “When you were boys? We were all much thinner then. Anyway, what’s it to you? Let him be.” Damien didn’t need to change a thing about himself. He was perfect as is.

Sebastian finished his tirade with his hands on his hips, wishing he were taller so he could tower above Peter, give him something to worry about, but alas. His glower would have to do. 

Peter merely laughed. The impertinent man laughed! “Oh, I’m sorry. Mr. Sallow, was it? Yes, yes, apologies are certainly in order. That was a running joke between me and Damien, when we were in school, seeing as he was always so thin.”

Damien chuckled nervously, then nodded. Notably, he didn’t utter a word aloud.

“Right,” Sebastian replied. He was not convinced though. Not one bit. 

“Damien!” Peter clapped his hands. “I hope it’s alright if I call you Damien.” 

It was not, in fact, alright, but Peter didn’t give either of them the opportunity to get a word in edgewise. 

“You have no idea how thrilled I was to run into you,” he continued. “It’s been far too long. We must catch up. Perhaps when you’re feeling better? I mentioned to your little friend here that I’m a doctor.” 

Little friend? Sebastian’s face grew hot. His fists clenched at his sides. He wasn’t little! 

And the ridiculous man was still talking. Dammit. “Anything I can do to help, please don’t hesitate to ask.”

“Oh, erm, no,” Damien stammered. “I’m perfectly fine, thank you. In fact, I was about to grab my coat and head out with my... friend.”

Good thinking, D. Yes. Leave it to the former Ravenclaw to come up with a logical escape route on the fly. 

“Oh? I don’t have any plans! May I join you two?” 

Damien exchanged an apologetic glance with Sebastian. Oh no… Damien was always so accommodating, bordering on obscenely polite. No, Damien! Don’t do it! 

Sebastian opened his mouth to protest, but not before Damien said, “I suppose one meal wouldn’t hurt.” 

Shit. 

Dinner had been, surprisingly, uneventful. Damien didn't eat much and was quieter than usual, most likely because whenever either of them attempted to speak, Peter talked over them—the man was rather chatty and far, far, too confident, but besides that, nothing untoward occurred. It was even rather pleasant, oddly enough. 

It certainly helped that the conversation hadn’t strayed too far from safe topics, the dodgiest bit being Damien having to explain how he knew Sebastian and why they were both in Edinburgh, lodging at the same inn. At first, Damien skirted around the question by asking Peter why he was here—work was his response—but the infuriating man repeated his question, so Damien muttered something about Sebastian being a supplier for his sporting goods shop, and that they were meeting to discuss pricing, which was easier and more efficient to do in-person. And that was that. 

The food was decent and the libations acceptable, so Sebastian was even feeling a bit better when they returned to the inn. 

Until Peter said to Damien, “I must speak with you privately.” It wasn’t a question; it sounded like a command. Sebastian’s stomach dropped. He was suddenly quite nauseous. 

Damien opened his mouth, then closed it. “I—”

“Excellent!” Peter clasped Damien by the shoulder and maneuvered him down the hallway toward a different room. 

Sebastian blinked. He stood there frozen for a beat, then realized what he was doing, or rather what he wasn’t doing, and stumbled forward, after Damien. 

But he was too late. They were already through the door of Peter’s room, which slammed shut behind them. 

Sebastian reacted instinctively. He turned the knob. It was locked. Of course it was. He tried again, jiggling it rather loudly as his mind spun. No luck. He didn’t have his wand on him, so he couldn’t even cast Alohomora. He knocked next, politely at first, then more frantically when no one answered. He considered pounding on the door, but thought better of it when the guest in the adjacent room peeked his head out, curious about the commotion. 

“Everything alright?” the gentleman asked.

“Yes, yes, fine. Just a misunderstanding.” 

The gentleman nodded, replied with a curt, “See that you be a bit quieter then,” and shut his door. 

Damn, damn, damn!

A braying laugh—Peter’s, presumably—came through the door: harsh, and something else that Sebastian couldn’t quite identify. Bitter? Vindictive? Whatever it was, it was concerning. Sebastian pressed his ear firmly to the door, hoping that no one would walk by and observe him in this rather incriminating state. 

“Oh, you were always amusing,” a deep voice said. Peter. Yes, that was definitely Peter. 

Damien mumbled something that Sebastian couldn’t quite make out. Whatever he said, he didn’t sound comfortable. Sebastian was seriously considering kicking the door down. He might break a bone or two, but no matter. 

“About what I said before,” Peter continued, “I meant it. You’re much more handsome at a healthy weight, if I do say so myself. Your face is much too stout in its current state.” There was a quiet yelp. “See? There’s the angular face I remember.”

For fuck’s sake! Sebastian was going to murder Peter What's-His-Name. He backed away from the door, raced to Damien's room, fumbled for his wand, which had been tucked away in a nightstand—gripping it so tightly it was a wonder it didn’t snap in two—, then rushed back to Peter’s door and cast Alohomora, Muggles be damned. 

The door now unlocked, he punted it open. It crashed against the plaster wall. There was a satisfyingly explosive boom.

Sebastian stalked through the doorway, fury blazing in his eyes, his wand aloft.

“Bash!” Damien exclaimed. He was sitting on the edge of Peter’s bed. What in Merlin’s name was he doing there? Sweat dripped down his brow and into his eyes. He didn’t even attempt to wipe it away, as his arms were currently occupied, crossed over his chest; to Sebastian’s horror, they were trembling slightly. Damien looked terrified, but also relieved. What was happening?

Peter had backed himself up against the wall. His hands were in the air, as if he were caught committing a crime. Wait. Had he been…? 

No.

No!

Peter dropped his arms, then took one tentative step forward. 

“Don’t you dare,” Sebastian snarled.

Peter laughed. This vile man laughed far too much. “We were just having a conversation,” he stated, too calmly. 

“If you so much as touched him against his will,” Sebastian said, his wand arm shaking, his face growing hotter with each passing second, “I will end you.” 

“With that stick of yours?” Peter said, taking another step forward. “What even is that?”

“Sebastian, don’t!” 

Too late. Peter quite literally froze, his whole body going stiff as a rail. Petrificus Totalus. Very handy. Once the spell had fully taken hold, Sebastian brought his free hand to Peter’s chest and gave it one good, solid shove. Peter toppled backward to the floor with a loud thump. 

“Take that, you scurrilous bastard!” Sebastian said, his voice low and menacing, ferocity oozing from his lips. 

Sebastian whirled around to discover Damien still slumped on the edge of the bed, but now with his arms up, his head in his hands, shielding himself from the world, hiding himself from Sebastian. 

“D, are you alright?” Sebastian asked, staggering forward and crouching down. He placed his hands tentatively on Damien’s thighs and glanced upward. Damien didn’t recoil, so that was a good first step, but he also didn’t free his head from its self-imposed captivity, so that wasn’t promising.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” Damien said. 

Sebastian tensed. “Oh, I’m ever so sorry,” he scoffed, taken aback. “You had it handled then, did you?”

Damien’s head shot up, his hands falling to his lap. An uncharacteristic fire flashed in his golden-brown eyes, then he shook himself, perhaps realizing his reaction was uncalled for—at least Sebastian hoped—and said, “I would have, yes! I just needed some time to think.”

How could Sebastian put this delicately? His eyes darted around the room as he thought, hard. “He didn’t… he didn’t touch you, did he? Please tell me he didn’t touch you.”

Damien blanched. “Not in the way you think. He kissed me, but nothing more.” 

Sebastian wished that made him feel better, but it didn't. As painful as it was going to be to ask the question racing through his mind, he had to. His heart pounded like a drum in his chest, distracting him thoroughly, but he finally managed to utter, “Did you… did you want him to kiss you?” 

Damien’s eyes went wide. “Of course not! Of course not, Sebastian.” He wiped away the sweat that had been coursing down his forehead. 

Sebastian exhaled, suddenly feeling a bit lightheaded. He hadn't realized he had been holding his breath. The relief didn't last long though. Damien's old schoolmate had kissed Sebastian's husband. Without his consent. The horrible man was certainly going to pay dearly for what he'd done. Sebastian would make sure of that.

“Peter was always this way,” Damien continued, quietly, hesitantly. 

Sebastian blinked. “Pardon me?” 

“I’m not sure if you remember,” Damien said, “but when you and I first started seeing each other, you asked me if I’d been with anyone else, and I said yes, one other boy.”

“I remember,” Sebastian said. “The ‘means to an end’ boy.” 

“Yes. That boy was Peter. He was never… he was never kind, but he taught me everything I knew. Until you, that is.” 

“It was him?” Sebastian somehow managed to eke out. 

Damien nodded, a deep frown on his face.  

Sebastian repeated, “It was him.” It was Peter! He knew something was off about Peter from the start, but for him to be Damien’s first time? To be Damien’s first real relationship… No, he couldn’t think about that right now. It was too much to process. 

So, Sebastian asked the only other question that popped into his mind. “What was he saying to you earlier? Shortly after you entered the room?”

Damien somehow went paler. He was now white as a ghost. “You heard that?”

“I had my ear pressed to the door,” Sebastian admitted. Perhaps Damien would find it amusing. Anything to help Damien escape whatever emotions he was feeling right now, which Sebastian assumed couldn’t be good. 

Damien didn’t laugh. That was fair, but then his expression twisted; his eyes, usually brimming with life, dulled, and his frown deepened. His lower lip trembled, ever so slightly. 

Sebastian felt absolutely awful. Sick to his stomach, even. But no, enough about him! Damien had clearly been through a terrible ordeal, both now and in the past, and possibly many times over. Sebastian held back a shudder. How selfish he sounded. He was very grateful Damien wasn’t a Legilimens. 

Damien continued: “Peter was always very controlling. About everything, but mostly my appearance.” 

“What?” 

“He would…” Damien trailed off, shaking his head.

“He would what, Damien?” Sebastian pressed, immediately regretting his tone. Damien hadn’t done anything wrong. “If you feel comfortable telling me,” he added, correcting himself. 

Sebastian was still crouched at Damien’s feet, his hands resting on his thighs. Sebastian wondered if he should step away, to give Damien some space.

Yes, he should. 

Sebastian rose up, only for Damien to press him back down by the top of his shoulders. “No. Please stay. It was… helpful. I want you near me. Please.”

“Oh. Oh. Yes, of course.” Of course Sebastian would stay. He’d do whatever Damien needed. He’d do anything for Damien. Anything at all. 

“Peter,” Damien began anew, stumbling on the dreadful man’s name, “would, erm, mark me on my appearance each morning. We wore uniforms at Eton, yes, but he’d find reasons to mark me down. ‘Too tight this morning, Damien. You should cut back on the desserts.’ ‘Look at this wrinkle in your tie. Were you raised in a stable?’ ‘Your hair’s looking a bit long today. Time for a trim, I think.’ And so on.” 

Sebastian’s rage grew hotter with each passing word. He somehow managed to tamp it down, to prevent it from exploding out of him. “D, that’s… that’s horrifying. No one—absolutely no one deserves that kind of treatment, especially from someone they love.”

“I didn’t love him,” Damien mumbled. “He was just… my only option.”

“Your means to an end,” Sebastian finished for him. 

“Yes. I know how terrible that sounds.”

“It does sound terrible, but it wasn’t your fault. Damien, my love, what else could you do? You were young and you were forced to hide your true self. It was a terrible position to be placed in. Full stop. You did what you had to do. I understand.”

“No. I should have been better. I wish—”

Sebastian clasped Damien’s hand, which he had formed into a fist against the side of his thigh. Sebastian gently massaged it, hoping that it would encourage Damien to relax his fingers. It took a moment or two, but Damien’s fist loosened. Sebastian brought his lips to the back of Damien’s hand and pressed a gentle kiss to it.

“I wish I could have been there for you then, D,” he said. “I wouldn’t have allowed that to happen to you. I’m sorry I wasn’t there.”

“We hadn’t even met yet, Sebastian. It’s daft of you to apologize for something that you had no control over.”

“Daft of me, hm?” Sebastian said, raising a brow in a purposefully exaggerated manner, making fun of himself. 

“Yes, very much so.”

“Well then, you married a daft fool, so that’s on you.” 

The corner of Damien’s lip twitched. It then raised, ever so slightly. And soon, he wasn’t quite smiling, but it was at least a start. 

“Speaking of daft fools,” Sebastian said, gingerly placing Damien’s hand back down on his lap, and standing up to hover above Peter’s supine form on the floor. “What would you prefer I do to him?” He spat out the last word, spittle flying from his lips.

Damien rose from the edge of the bed and joined Sebastian’s side. “I think a Confundus Charm might be in order.” 

“That’s a given. Anything else? Please give me an excuse to do something more… Machiavellian.”

“I give you free reign on the story you trick him into believing when you cast it.” 

Oh… oh, this was going to be fun. 

But first, Sebastian needed to establish that Damien was as comfortable as he could be after that terrible ordeal. Damien deserved a better memory of the night. Perhaps Sebastian could give him a massage, or read to him; he usually liked that, although Sebastian vaguely recalled he'd packed one of his favorites, Wuthering Heights, which probably wouldn't be the most reassuring read after what Damien had been through tonight. Ah well. He'd think of something. 

He was running through the possibilities in his head as they sneaked back into Damien’s room, ensuring there were no nosy bystanders lurking in the hallway. But, once the door was firmly shut behind them, it turned out Sebastian didn’t need to think of anything at all because Damien was suddenly on him like a bludger on an unsuspecting Quidditch player.

“Oh,” Sebastian stammered as Damien whipped off Sebastian's glasses, setting them down on a table tucked away in the corner of the room, then tugged off his coat. “Are you sure?” 

Damien remained quiet, which was a bit unusual, but Sebastian figured it was merely because he was preoccupied: on a mission to remove Sebastian’s clothing as fast as he could. Sebastian’s skin prickled at the sudden drop in temperature as Damien stripped off each layer.

When he was wholly exposed before Damien, he eased forward to do the same for Damien. But Damien shied away. 

“D?” 

Damien shook his head. “I don’t know why I did that.” He stepped forward once again. 

Sebastian didn’t move to pick back up where he had started. “We don’t have to do this right now,” he said instead.

Damien’s face fell. “I really do want to.” 

“We have all the time in the world, D.” Sebastian wandered over to their bed, and slipped under the covers to warm himself. He patted the empty space beside him. “Tell me what’s going on.”

Damien sighed, but acquiesced, settling in beside Sebastian, laying on his side to face him. His brow furrowed. “Do you still find me attractive?” he asked.

Sebastian barked out a laugh. He couldn’t help it. “Did I hear you correctly? Did you just ask me if I still find you attractive?” 

Damien rolled his eyes. “You heard me, Sebastian. Don’t play the fool.”

“I thought we already established I was one though.”

“Bash, I’m serious.”

“I’m sorry if this comes across as rude, but your question is ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous or not, you still haven’t answered it.”

“Yes, Damien! You’re the most attractive man I’ve ever laid eyes on. Just look at you,” he gestured out with his hand, then glanced around, searching for a mirror, suddenly remembering that Damien had covered all the mirrors with sheets. 

Oh. That explained that, then. 

“D, this is about what that ghastly man said, isn’t it?” Sebastian refused to say Peter’s name aloud. Frankly, he didn’t deserve it. 

“I’m not as slender as I once was,” Damien said.

“Neither am I.”

Damien sighed. “You know what I mean, Sebastian. Don’t make me say it.” 

“Actually, I don’t know what you mean.” He honestly didn’t. Damien had never expressed dissatisfaction with his physical appearance before. This was very new for him.  

“I’m fat, Sebastian!” Damien shouted. He startled at his own volume, then shrank into himself. 

Sebastian didn’t hesitate. “Yes, and?” 

A crease formed between Damien’s brows. “And… you’re not.” 

“Yes, and?” Sebastian repeated.

“And…” Damien said, his brow furrowing even further, “you’re not bothered by that?” 

“No, why would I be? I quite like you the way you are.” 

Damien’s breath hitched. “You do?” 

“Yes, love. Every last bit of you.” 

Damien locked eyes with Sebastian, searching—yearning—until, at last, finding. And then, with a sudden, reckless fervor, Damien surged forward, hands framing Sebastian's face with a touch that was anything but gentle. His lips crashed against Sebastian's in a kiss that was all hunger and heat, a desperate claiming that left Sebastian breathless, head spinning, awash in bliss from the crown of his head to the very tips of his toes. 

When Damien released him, Sebastian's fingers drifted to the buttons of Damien's shirt, the very ones that had been digging into Sebastian’s chest, rather uncomfortably actually, not that it registered until after the fact. He tilted his head, eyes gleaming with mischief. “May I?” 

“Please,” Damien answered, his hands moving to help, to assist Sebastian with his task. 

And when Damien was bare before him, Sebastian resolved to make this an experience worthy of his achingly handsome—an understatement, really—husband: every last inch of him, the more the merrier. In fact, he was going to worship at the altar of Damien’s body. Damien deserved reverence. He’d ensure Damien would never question himself or his glorious body—its delightful swells and dips—ever again. Damien was an absolute masterpiece.

Sebastian started with Damien’s face, the angular lines of his youth now softened and filled out with time, yet still unmistakably defined. He shoved aside the unwelcome memory of Peter’s absurd comment about Damien’s face being “too stout,” whatever that bloody meant. Utter nonsense. In fact, Damien’s face was so striking that Sebastian could map every inch of it in his mind with perfect clarity, and considering how abysmal Sebastian was at directions in his daily life, that had to mean something. A lot, really, if you thought about it. 

Every detail of Damien’s face captivated Sebastian, from the delicate crease above his brow, deepening with age, the sharp, impossibly straight bridge of his nose, the subtle upturn at its tip which Sebastian nipped delicately now, reveling in the gasp it elicited from Damien, to the lone dimple gracing just one of his cheeks. Sebastian could have admired Damien endlessly, but instead, he let his lips follow the path of his ruminations, trailing down Damien’s soft skin as Damien’s breath came heavy with desire, each warm exhale stoking the heat between them.

Sebastian moved on to Damien’s broad chest, the light dusting of blond hair doing nothing to hide the splendid suppleness beneath. His fingers traced the familiar scar sweeping across Damien’s pectoral before his mouth followed, pausing to greet a nipple with a teasing suck—and a cheeky nip—earning a playful swat and a breathy laugh from Damien. Undeterred, Sebastian soothed the spot with his tongue, his hands sliding lower to claim Damien’s hips, fingers digging into their oh-so-tempting thickness. A low moan escaped him as his own belly coiled tight in arousal and his cock stiffened beneath him. 

Damien responded in kind, his body shuddering against Sebastian’s, an undulating wave pressing and yielding in a well-practiced rhythm. Sebastian shivered with pleasure, then slid his hand down between them, fingers wrapping around the tip of Damien’s cock, already quite slick, awaiting Sebastian. Ah bliss. 

“You know, love,” Sebastian murmured between kisses, trailing slowly down Damien’s corpulent belly, beginning just below his nipples and ending at the very edge of where his cock began, “you grow more handsome with each passing day.” 

Damien laughed, the sound of it cut short by a sharp gasp as Sebastian’s lips met the tip of his cock, licking it with playful intent. Then, Sebastian opened wide and took in as much of Damien’s length as he could. A quiet, whimpering sound slipped from Damien’s throat as his fingers found Sebastian’s hair, threading through the strands and tugging gently, his touch desperate, pleading. 

“Oh yes, quite,” Sebastian said, carrying on the conversation, not that Damien could understand a word of what he was saying since Sebastian’s mouth was entirely stuffed with, well… Damien. 

And Sebastian meant it, every word. He had always found Damien attractive—of course he had; anything else was, frankly, unthinkable. With time came change, though—Sebastian knew that well enough, as evidenced by the gray that had entirely overtaken his hair even in his thirties—and over the years, Sebastian had noticed a pattern: when Damien was happy, he ate well. And since Sebastian wanted nothing more than for Damien to be happy, he had come to associate that habit, and the growing girth that followed, as an undeniably good thing. 

After all, Damien was healthy. As long as Damien felt good in his own skin, as long as he carried himself with confidence and ease, Sebastian was perfectly content. And if Damien ever decided he desired a change, Sebastian would support him without hesitation—because, at the end of the day, Damien’s body was his own. Sebastian might relish in calling Damien his, but he knew that love wasn’t about ownership. Possessiveness had its limits. 

But enough of that! What a ridiculous aside, especially with his dapper husband’s cock in his mouth, demanding his undivided attention. 

Speaking of which, Damien's cock twitched, a slight, impatient movement. Sebastian responded, increasing the pressure, and Damien contracted beneath him. Sebastian quickened his pace, his strokes more determined, as Damien’s hands continued to work away at Sebastian’s head, threading through his thick whorls of hair. 

Sebastian sensed the pressure building in Damien’s cock, and removed his mouth before he reached climax. Not yet.  

“Bash—”

“Yes, beloved?” Sebastian purred, rising up from his position. He glanced up at Damien through his lashes, a smirk teasing at the corners of his lips as he tilted his head just so. Damien’s mouth opened, then shut, then opened again. Sebastian barked out a laugh, said, “Stunned to silence, hm? I thought so,” then shifted to his side and maneuvered Damien precisely where he wanted him, which was riding the edge of the bed, on his knees, his perfectly plump arse in the air, on full display.

Sebastian eased his way off the bed, and inspected his husband from above, delighting in every curve of his body, every pucker in his skin, even the light marks that stretched across his thighs. 

“Mmm, I know I’ve said it before, but your backside is truly a wonder to behold,” Sebastian said before sinking to his knees, and placing his mouth to the rim of it, his tongue tracing a slow, deliberate pattern, probing, exploring with insistent tenderness. 

Sebastian could lose himself in this task forever—could never tire of the warmth of Damien's skin, the weight of his body pressing into his face, the intoxicating closeness of it all. But Damien interrupted. He tilted his head and locked eyes with Sebastian. “You’ve never told me that before.”

“I haven’t?” 

“I think I would remember something like that.” “Well then. That’s my fault. I think about it constantly, you know,” Sebastian chuckled, his fingers trailing lightly over Damien's skin. “In fact, you could bare your beautiful backside to me any day, my darling, and I’d count it as a most delightful gift.” 

“As if I would ever do such a thing,” Damien scoffed. His tone was light, playful. He was clearly teasing, but maybe also testing the veracity of Sebastian’s words. That wouldn’t do. 

“Perhaps you should.” Sebastian finished his proclamation with a firm squeeze of Damien’s right butt cheek. Damien yelped. 

“Shall I continue?” Sebastian asked. He waited for Damien’s eager nod before settling himself back down, adjusting both of their positions accordingly. Once situated, Sebastian began anew, this time leaning to the side so he could press a series of kisses across Damien’s bare buttocks, slowly working his way back to his anus, where he landed once again and resumed his careful, deliberate, ministrations. 

Damien squirmed—as much as he could on his knees, that is—periodically offering up murmurs of pleasure, the occasional breathless, “God, yes!” (a sound that particularly thrilled Sebastian, rare as it was), before the command came: “I want you inside me. Now.” 

Damien didn’t have to tell Sebastian twice. He stood up and stumbled over to Damien's coat, which had been tossed haphazardly over a chair in the corner of the room. He fumbled for the pocket, knowing quite well that Damien always kept a small container of lubricant tucked away there. Always vigilant, his husband was. 

In a rush, but still careful to ensure Damien was coated properly, Sebastian gave a satisfied nod before guiding the tip of his cock to Damien's entrance. He circled it, once, twice, testing Damien’s sensitivity. Damien may be emotionally ready for Sebastian to greet him there, but sometimes the body had other plans.

Confirming that yes, indeed, Damien’s body was as loose and relaxed as could be, Sebastian slid in. Damien stiffened slightly, then softened with a quiet, contented sigh. Sebastian’s cock swelled with Damien’s eagerness and the shock of pressure. 

He knew he didn’t have long before he climaxed, so Sebastian tossed Damien a sidelong glance, ensuring he had his hand on his own cock and was pleasuring himself, then, satisfied, he began to thrust.

Tenderly at first, then harder, harder still—oh Merlin, he was nearly there already. Could he hold off just a little longer? No, no, he definitely could not, absolutely not. And then… Everything fell away, and Sebastian was floating, flying, gone. 

When he came back to awareness, it was slow, like molasses. He found himself on his back, nose to nose with Damien. They were both panting, drenched in sweat. 

Damien was grinning, wide and effortless. It struck Sebastian like a revelation; this was the first time all night he’d seen Damien smile so openly, without a subtle hint of something guarded beneath it. What little breath Sebastian had left was stolen away entirely. 

Damien noticed, of course, and pulled him in closer. “Breathe, Sebastian,” he said through a rich laugh. “Can’t have you passing out from the sheer magnificence of me. That won’t do.” 

Sebastian beamed into Damien’s chest, beyond thrilled to hear him refer to himself in such a positive light. What a turnabout from the start of the evening. 

“Yes, Mr. Evans-Sallow,” Sebastian teased, his lips curling up into their telltale smirk. “Whatever you say, sir.” With much effort, he even managed to offer up a lazy salute. 

Damien laughed again, a deep rumble that shook his whole body. Sebastian, enraptured, had to pry himself away before he melted into the soft folds of Damien’s body, because, before he could permit himself to drift off to sleep in Damien’s warm embrace, there was the matter of cleaning up. 

Sebastian had always been more meticulous about aftercare than Damien—no surprise there—but tonight, instead of focusing on himself and leaving Damien to tend to his own needs, he’d resolved to care for Damien, and first.

“Hurry,” Damien pouted, his pretty face contorting with exaggerated impatience. “It’s lonely without you.”

“I literally just left,” Sebastian said through a chuckle. “Anyway, I want you to get up.”

Damien raised a subtle eyebrow. “Why?”

“Come here.”

“Fine, fine,” Damien grumbled, though he obeyed, bringing the duvet with him as he climbed out of bed. He started to drape it over his magnificent body, but Sebastian shook his head.

“Just you, D. Nothing else.” 

Damien shrugged and let the duvet fall at his feet. It tumbled to the floor in a disheveled heap. 

Sebastian then sidled closer, taking Damien’s hand in his, and guided him toward the floor-length mirror, still concealed by the sheet Damien had hung over it earlier.

“We don’t need this here anymore,” Sebastian said, pulling the sheet away to reveal them both standing before the mirror, exposed to each other, exposed to themselves.

Before Damien could protest, Sebastian was already kissing him again, their bodies pressing together in a collision that could only be described as inevitable. Damien’s body was like a magnet to Sebastian; whenever Damien was near, he couldn’t resist the pull. 

Damien hummed with pleasure against Sebastian’s lips, deepening the kiss. He nipped at Sebastian’s lower lip, just as he so often did—and as Sebastian never ceased to enjoy. So much so that Sebastian had to force himself to pull away, his breath uneven as he remembered his original plan: to clean up Damien. Still holding the sheet bunched up in his left hand, Sebastian raised it to eye level and held it out for Damien to inspect. “Do you mind if I attend to you?” Sebastian asked.

Damien laughed. “With a dry sheet? Sounds uncomfortable.”

“Ah, come now, love. You know I’d conjure up water and soap.” 

“Just saying.”

With his wand resting beside Damien’s in the drawer of the nightstand, Sebastian made his way over to retrieve it, then proceeded to do as he promised.

He conjured a pitcher of water and two glasses as well, placing them on top of the nightstand. A romp in the sheets was thirsty work, after all.

Damien drank greedily while Sebastian prepared the sheet, then Damien returned to the bed, settling on his side with his round belly nestled into the soft folds of the bed sheets. The curve of Damien's belly was impossible to ignore—a gentle swell, full and ever so enticing. There was just something about it, something about Damien; the way his body had changed over the years, the way it spread out across the bed now when Damien shifted, leaving indentations in its wake. Sebastian's cock responded involuntarily, much to Damien’s amusement. 

Sebastian shook his head to release himself from his stupor. Back to the task at hand!

He began the required spellwork, even warming the water to the perfect temperature for Damien. With everything finally prepared, he took one side of the sheet and gently patted Damien’s ass, smirking slightly at the unfamiliarity of the act, but secretly reveling in the care he was giving his husband. He was, frankly, quite surprised by how much he enjoyed it. 

Damien remained quiet, his eyes closed, a soft smile curling on his lips as Sebastian attended to him. There was a peacefulness in his stillness, the way he accepted the attention, that gave Sebastian pause. It felt not only intimate, but right. Sebastian finished by carefully cleaning Damien's cock with the other side of the sheet. To officially wrap up, Sebastian stripped the other sheet from the mirror on the wall, and quickly used it to clean himself.

Once the task was complete, he settled back beside Damien in bed, sinking into the familiar warmth of his husband of ten—ten!—years. 

“That was nice,” Damien sighed, his long arms wrapping around Sebastian as he kissed the side of his head.

Sebastian murmured softly, “You deserved it,” before snuggling deeper into Damien's embrace. It hardly took any time at all before he drifted off into a deep, deep sleep, his dreams dominated definitively by Damien.  

Peter awoke the next morning on the floor of his rented room, in his attire from the night before, but his clothing was shrunk somehow. He reached up to scratch at his beard, a nervous tick of his, only to find… it wasn’t there. In fact, his head felt cold. He brought his hand to the top of it and recoiled. He was… bald? Someone had shaved his head. Surely he didn’t do it to himself. His appearance was his pride and joy! 

What in damnation?

And why was he on the floor? 

Come to think of it… where was his bloody bed? The room was empty. Not a lick of furniture inside at all. 

He vaguely recalled going out to dinner last night, having a drink or two, but nothing else. Had anyone been with him? No, he didn’t think so. But, in truth, he honestly couldn’t recall. 

He cast his mind back further, and found he couldn’t remember yesterday at all. 

Damn, this was going to bother him. He was utterly bewildered. Angry, even. How could this have happened? He was always so careful, so meticulous. In fact, he expected these qualities from everyone he met, and now, look at him: a hypocrite. It was beyond comprehension.

He had to remedy the situation. The first step being that he needed to change his outfit, which was pressing down on his skin rather uncomfortably. 

But wait.

Where was his goddamn trunk? 

Sebastian and Damien didn’t stay to see how Peter fared. In fact, they never thought of the appalling man ever again. 

They were far too occupied with other, more important matters. 

In fact, that very morning, Sebastian awoke nestled in Damien’s loving embrace. Damien, still bare from the night before, was already very much ready for another round of worship. Naturally, Sebastian obliged. 

With a little help from Damien’s persuasive skills, Sebastian even managed to reschedule the tour they'd missed the day before, so the early afternoon found them wandering the vast shelves of Central Library, stealing away kisses in quiet corners whenever no one was looking. “I love us,” Damien murmured later that night as they lay together in bed, recovering after yet another round of passion, it being their anniversary and all. “I love you.”

“Say it again.”

“I love you, Sebastian Nicolas Evans-Sallow. I’d shout it from the rooftops if you asked.”

“Perhaps later.” Sebastian chuckled. “You can scare the cat with it.” 

“Poor Tabitha.” 

“She’s used to it by now.”

“I would hope so.”

The rest of their trip unfolded just as Sebastian had planned: positively perfect, in every way. But most importantly, Damien ate well, as much as he wanted, because he was his own man—and a stunningly handsome one at that—who could make his own decisions. Full stop. 

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Circa early 1950’s Two young men steal themselves away from the world to enjoy a tender kiss in the privacy of a photobooth in the 1950’s. The gentleman on the right is Mr. Joseph John Bertrund Belanger, an LGBT activist who was also a devoted collector of LGBT history, especially of AIDS-related materials of the mid-to-late 1980s. I can’t even tell you how much these photos warm my heart. Love will always win.

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Sooo I got a crazy idea of a mass effect sorry line....it's not gonna be out for quite some time but I just need it to be on here so I don't forget this and if I do it's gonna drive me absolutely insane. Okay here is goes

MASS EFFECT 1-3 AND DESTINY 1-2 CROSSOVER

Yes kaiden will be the romantic option and yes there will be two shepherds one female and one male they are twin with the female Shepard being older by 5 mins 👀. Ones a soldier aka tank while the other is a biotic master with no implants btw asari train by a stationed asari matriarch or commando which ever fits the bill. The guardian went though all of D1 and D2 disasters and he simply couldn't care less cause he's tired and done with the bullshit. From the black garden to the end of the witness and echos alike...let's just say he is in a needed vaca so he travels to a distant universe not knowing this one is bout to be in a war with the reapers.

Join this guardian as he is completely done with it all snarky ass additude and zero tolerance for bullshit from the council or the human embassy and bonds with the shepherd twins make friends and a potential love in a human biotic with migraines and personality that could possibly be an 🪤 for his heart.

We all know what kaiden alenko looks like...I just found this gif to be completely adorable and totally hilarious at the same time.

I honestly don't know what to name this man so suggestions will be appreciated and very welcomed...and yes he's Korean/Hispanic. I know what is going to happen I just need to figure out how to implement him in the most earnest way possible so that it won't seem or feel a bit clonky and more smoothly introduced into the story, but y'know my brains working overtime and ideas won't stop till it's done....cursed ADHD 😭.

Anyway love from your favorite gay nonbinary Hufflepuff and remember to hydrate or pass straight also don't forget to eat please 🥺 health is important and sleep definitely sleep.

Meanwhile me and my bestie who have sleeping issues:

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Whaaaat!!! Valentine's Day?! Pshhaw no no man for me this time cause fates like "the fuck bitch you ain't the one"

BUT ANYWAY

if you have a significant other good for you and for my muties and friends happy Valentine's Day 💘 hope you are more lucky then I am in the love department 😂😂😂😂.

Yay !!! I created a card..maybe I'll create more cards to go well see 🤔, but without further adue

Here's a lovely platonic card from me your friendly gay nonbinary Hufflepuff to you luv ya ....also to make sure to treat yourself and maintain status quo on your health and happiness or I'll be coming for you like this

This is with lbvs obvi ❤️

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Mikhail

He might be a little extra in the modern times

HL Modern AU Music Tag Game

What is your MC / OC singing at the top of their lungs in the car regardless of day or time?

I mean, this song never gets skipped, the volume always gets blasted, and their throat probably hurts when it's over.

(The lyrics don't have to match their personality, it can just be a banger in their books.)

You personally don't even have to like the song.

Thank you so much for the tag @leaswhum 🫶✨

Elijah

Raymond

Lilith

Weiss

No Pressure Tags: @savingsallow @rypnami @weebiecreep @ps-cactus @acslytherpuff @eternalremorse @theladyofshalott1989 & anyone who wants to!

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Lady Gaga winning Best Pop Duo/Group Performance for “Die With A Smile” at the 67th GRAMMY Awards

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Matilda: so you have 15 cookies and an ashwinder takes 5 how many do you have left

Mikhail: 15 cookies and a pile of ashes.

Matilda: what...NO!!

Sebastian: *whispers to ominis* I want to marry him.

Ominis: *visibly questions his sanity*

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EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Not Me over here dying from cuteness overload

"Pulling Out All the Stops" // A Sebastian Sallow x MC Valentine's Day One-Shot

Summary: Sebastian Sallow has always thrived on a little friendly competition, but romance has never quite been his strong suit. This Valentine's Day though, he’s set on changing that.

Or, Sebastian does something entirely unexpected. And for love, no less. How positively marvelous.

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 2,890

[ AO3 Link ]

Sebastian Sallow and romance were far from familiar with each other, not that he’d ever minded. That is, until a certain blond haired, golden-brown eyed young man entered his life. A Mr. Damien Evans, of course.

And just like that, Sebastian’s utter lack of a romantic bone in his body became a problem. And a rather significant one at that. Not that Damien would ever say so, but it was almost Valentine’s Day—a thoroughly ridiculous holiday, in Sebastian’s estimation. Still, Damien loved it, so he endured. Last year, Damien had surprised him with not one, not two, but three (annoyingly delightful) gifts, while Sebastian had merely plucked a honking daffodil from one of the many gardens lining the Hogwarts grounds and called it a day. Somehow, Damien hadn’t seemed the least bit put out, but Sebastian had still stewed in guilt for weeks, and guilt was hardly an emotion he was accustomed to.

So this year, Sebastian resolved that he wouldn’t be outdone by his far more thoughtful significant other. No, sir! This time, he was going to pull out all the stops.

Now, if only he had the slightest idea where to start.

“Cass, I need your help!”

This was Sebastian’s third attempt at wrangling assistance from his friends—okay, fine, they were more Damien’s friends than his, but they at least tolerated him, which was close enough.

“Why don’t you just ask Damien what he wants?” Cassie said, barely glancing up from her DADA textbook as she flipped a page.

“Aren’t Valentine’s Day gifts supposed to be a surprise?” Sebastian asked, genuinely uncertain.

“Not necessarily,” Val chimed in from beside Cassie. 

“What are you two doing for your significant others?”

Both girls burst into laughter. Sebastian furrowed his brow. Had he said something funny? Why were they laughing?

After she managed to regain her composure, Cassie finally responded, “It’s the boys who are supposed to do something for the girls, silly.” She paused to tuck a stubborn strand of hair behind her ear. “Alex will probably give me flowers and take me on a romantic stroll somewhere.”

Val rolled her eyes. “That’s so cliché, Cass. Alex needs to up his game, don’t you think?”

“It’s cliché for a reason!” Cassie huffed. “And anyway, I think it’s romantic.”

Sebastian sighed. “Well, seeing as we’re both boys, I don’t think that concept applies. So, what do I do?”

Val rapped the hardest point of her quill against the desk. Tap, tap, tap. She hummed, either deep in thought or perhaps waiting for Sebastian to cave and add a little more… effort. Maybe a please?

Sebastian figured it was worth a shot.

“Val, Cass, please, I’m begging you.”

Cassie and Val exchanged a knowing glance.

“Well,” Val said, smirking, “since you asked so politely, I’ll let you in on a little secret.”

“A secret?” Sebastian repeated, perking up. He simply adored secrets.

“Yes,” Val said, her smirk widening. “We overheard Damien telling Tori just yesterday at breakfast that he was hoping you’d bake him some shortbread this year. You do know Damien loves baked goods, right?”

“Of course I do!” Sebastian shot back. He wasn’t a fool; Damien had a well-documented weakness for anything sweet. In fact, why hadn’t he thought of that? 

“Is that all he said?” 

Cassie shook her head. She grinned, downright wickedly. “No, that’s not all…”

“Then what else?” Time was running out. In fact, Valentine’s Day was only a week away! Sebastian silently chastised himself for waiting so long to ask Damien’s friends for help.

Instead of answering, Val and Cassie burst into yet another fit of laughter. Girls were so troublesome. Sebastian found himself very grateful that he’d fallen in love with a boy, even if Damien was decidedly prettier than most.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Sebastian said, growing exasperated. “What else did he say?”

Val leaned back in her chair. “Well, he mentioned something about you getting him a personal item—meaningful, that is. A little keepsake or something that shows you really know him.”

“A keepsake?” He hadn’t the faintest idea what kind of keepsake Damien would want. Damien was so wealthy; surely he already had everything he wanted.  

“Really Sebastian?” Cassie said. “It’s not that hard. Get him something that shows you actually listen to him. You do listen, don’t you?”

Sebastian scowled. “You know I do.”

“Good! Then this should be easy.” 

Sebastian couldn’t mask the panicked expression that abruptly crossed his face. 

“Oh, poor Sebastian,” Cassie drawled, feigning sympathy. “Valentine’s Day really isn’t your thing, is it?”

“Not in the slightest.” Sebastian was surprised he allowed that to slip out. He hadn’t meant to be so honest.

“Well, the good news is that even if you muck it up,” Val said, “Damien will forgive you.” 

“Thank you ever so much for the vote of confidence.”

“Anytime.”

Sebastian crossed his arms and glared at them both. “Well, I would say thanks for the help, but I’m not sure it was worth the effort. And the insults seemed a bit unnecessary.”

“You’re welcome anyway.”

Girls.

One week later, Sebastian found himself pacing the Hogwarts kitchens, keeping a steady eye on the shortbread he had painstakingly baked, with a little help from the house-elves, of course, as it browned in the oven. It was the first time he’d ever baked anything from scratch, and though he’d been worried it would end up in a heap of crumbled dough, the delicate, buttery scent assured him it would be… fine. Hopefully. 

But the keepsake?

That was a different story.

Sebastian had a spark of inspiration the morning after his conversation with Cassie and Val—so perhaps their little discussion had been helpful. Only a little, though.

After running his idea by Jo, the kindest and most generous of their friend group, and getting her assurance that yes, it was indeed a very thoughtful gift, he acted on it before he could second-guess himself. But that didn’t stop the anxiety from creeping in.

Now, as the day had (finally) arrived, his nerves felt eerily similar to when he and Damien had first started seeing each other. What if the gift was too much? Or too little? Worse yet, what if it wasn’t meaningful enough? Or, Merlin forbid, what if Damien didn’t like it at all?

Sebastian swallowed his doubts and patted the small box in his pocket, confirming he hadn’t forgotten it. He’d wrapped it carefully last night with a simple green ribbon—green being Damien’s favorite color and all. 

Speaking of Damien, Sebastian hadn’t seen him since yesterday morning, which was highly unusual. He had even stopped by the Ravenclaw common room last night to give him a good-night kiss, but Damien hadn’t been there. Alyn had been though, and not even she could tell Sebastian where Damien was. Sebastian very much hoped that Damien was alright. He wasn’t one to disappear for long stretches of time. At least not without telling Sebastian where he was going.

Where could he be? 

Sebastian sighed. Maybe Damien had planned something… something that didn’t involve him? The more he considered it, the more Sebastian’s thoughts spiraled. What if Damien didn’t feel the same way anymore? What if he was avoiding him for a reason? 

Just as Sebastian was about to open the oven, he heard the pitter-patter of footsteps. His heart skipped a beat. 

“Sebastian?” a dulcet baritone voice called from the opposite side of the room. 

Sebastian turned. Standing in the doorway was Damien, looking just as tall, lightly tanned, and handsome as always. 

“Damien!” Sebastian nearly stumbled forward, but somehow managed to stand his ground. “Where have you been? I came looking for you last night, you know.”

Damien tossed him his customary lopsided grin, his one dimple on full display. “I’ve been around. Just needed some space, that’s all.”

Sebastian frowned. “Space?”

Damien nodded as he made his way over to Sebastian. “Yes. Space. I’ve been thinking about... a lot of things. But mostly about you. And today.” He glanced down at the counter where a house-elf must have just set the shortbread, because, to Sebastian’s complete astonishment, it was now out of the oven, cooling there.

Damien’s eyes lit up. “Bash! Is this for me?”

“It’s… erm, well, yes. I hope it tastes alright.”

Damien leaped forward, wrapped his long arms around Sebastian, and lifted him effortlessly into the air. The move was so sudden that Sebastian didn't even have the chance to balk in protest. Which he would have. Yes. Absolutely. 

"I’m sure it will taste amazing!” Damien exclaimed. “Thank you."

Sebastian felt a rush of warmth spread through him, and a growing tightness in his trousers. He cleared his throat, trying to shake off the feeling. As Damien gently set him down, Sebastian met his gaze—a telltale flush was now creeping up Damien’s cheeks. Excellent. 

“It’s a bit warm in here, don’t you think?” Damien said, tugging at the collar of his shirt. 

“Yes, yes…erm, how about we go somewhere more romantic?” As he asked the question, Sebastian conjured up a small basket and placed the shortcake inside. Wherever they went, perhaps they could enjoy it there.

Damien smiled. “I know just the place.” 

"Lead the way, then." Sebastian tucked the now-full basket under his left arm, the positively divine scent of gobs and gobs of sugar drifting up to tease his nose.

"With pleasure,” Damien said, giving Sebastian a slight bow and extending his hand outward. Sebastian chuckled, then grasped Damien’s hand without hesitation.

Off they went, to where Sebastian hadn’t the foggiest, but he trusted that Damien knew what he was doing. And if not, well, they'd figure it out. They made a great team, after all. 

A few staircases later, as they ascended toward what Sebastian presumed was the Astronomy Tower, he figured it was the right moment to ask about Damien's need for space. They should probably get that sorted before diving into anything more…intimate.

“So, erm, space, hm?” Sebastian said, raking a hand through his hair with his free hand.

Damien craned his neck to meet Sebastian’s gaze. “Yes. What of it?” 

“That sounds a bit grim, don’t you think?” 

Damien whipped his head back around, facing away from Sebastian, cleared his throat, then said, “Hardly!”

Sebastian raised an eyebrow, though Damien wouldn’t have noticed since he'd decided to face forward once again. What had started as a mild worry now transfigured into full-blown suspicion. “D…” Sebastian began, trailing off when he realized he wasn’t sure what to say.

Damien turned his head, slower this time, as if weighing his options. He studied Sebastian’s face for a moment, then said, “Alright, you caught me. I may have been planning something.” 

Sebastian blinked. “What? Planning something?" 

“A surprise of sorts.”

“For Valentine’s Day? Wait! But I have a surprise for you! I get to go first!” Sebastian shot back, quickly fumbling through his robe pocket for the gift he’d so carefully wrapped. Thankfully, it was still there, but to his great frustration, Damien hadn’t slowed his pace. In fact, he was now bounding up the stairs, taking them two at a time.

“Wait up, D!” Sebastian called out, scrambling to catch up with his suddenly over-eager Ravenclaw.

Damien didn’t stop—he quickened his pace. “Come on, Bash! Hurry!”

The top of the Astronomy Tower was within sight now. Sebastian sighed, reluctantly shoving his gift back into his robe pocket. He grumbled under his breath but did as he was told, pushing forward to match Damien's long strides, all the while cursing his slightly shorter legs. 

Oh. 

Oh. 

So that was what Damien meant by needing space. It was a pun. Sebastian’s brain took a moment to catch up, and when it did, he stammered, "You’ve got to be kidding me." 

The Astronomy Tower was glimmering, bathed in the soft glow of fireflies—how Damien managed to bring them in here was beyond Sebastian—which darted haphazardly around the room like shooting stars. Lit candles also lined the floor, flickering in glass jars shaped like moons and planets. At the far end of the room, beside the window, a telescope was set up, aimed at the clear night sky. 

Sebastian blinked. "You did all this?" 

“Well, I had some help. All the boys pitched in, actually.” Damien tugged at his bun and toed at the floor with his boot. “Erm, Alvin has the room in an hour. He’s stopping by with Matty. And then Freddie’s bringing Ellie. At midnight, if I recall correctly.”

Sebastian laughed. “A communal Valentine’s Day gift then?”

“I suppose,” Damien said, his cheeks flushing slightly. “But it was my idea. And mostly for you.” 

“Why?” 

Damien let loose a nervous chuckle. “Well, I thought you deserved a better memory of Astronomy. I thought this might help a bit. Erm, possibly. Was I wrong?”

Sebastian raised an eyebrow, his disastrous Astronomy performance from two years before flooding his mind. But he didn’t think Damien was referring to that. Damien was referring to another night, one that had ruined his love for the subject entirely: the night Anne had been cursed while they were working on a star chart for Professor Shah’s class. He remembered how they’d been focused on the assignment, staring up at the stars, only for Anne to spot the fire in the distance and rush off to help. If they hadn’t been outside, if Sebastian hadn’t put off working on the assignment until the very last minute... If, if, if.

Anyway, Astronomy had lost its appeal after that. But here Damien was, trying to turn that around, creating a space, literally and figuratively, for him to reconnect with it.

Sebastian let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. “You’re... not wrong. This might actually help."

“Good.” Damien gestured at a picnic blanket he’d laid out on the floor. “And how fortuitous that you brought dessert,” he added, settling down and patting the spot beside him. 

Sebastian would never say no to that. But before he acquiesced, he yanked his gift for Damien out of his pocket once again and handed it over.

“What’s this?” Damien said, his eyes wide. 

“My surprise for you.” Damien opened his mouth, likely to respond, but Sebastian cut in before he could get a word in edgewise. “It’s not much,” he said quickly, “and, well, you’ve pretty much outshone me again this year with all this—” he gestured at the starry space before them—“but I thought you might like it.”

Damien carefully unraveled the green ribbon, then popped the lid off the box. He stared, his jaw visibly going slack.

“Do you… do you, erm, like it?” 

“Bash, is this what I think it is?” 

Sebastian’s cheeks grew hot. “Erm, well, yes, I had it specially made. There was a goblin vendor near Hogsmeade that Poppy told me about. He crafts custom items using goblin metal—”

“—You spoke with a goblin?”

“Erm, yes.”

“I thought you still didn’t like goblins very much.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say I like them, per se, but obviously, I was mistaken about one of them cursing Anne, and you befriended a goblin… Lodgok, yes?”

Damien nodded; his eyes were now wet.

“Yes, Lodgok,” Sebastian continued. “So, I thought it wouldn’t be all that terrible to talk with one, you know?” Sebastian was rambling. He tried to get back on track. “Anyway, the goblin did a good job. He did good work. I’m glad I hired him.”

Damien held the handcrafted metal bookmark gingerly in his hand, the tips of his fingers tracing it, a look of awe gracing his face. Mimicking Damien’s mother’s wristwatch, which held her initials, Sebastian had the bookmark delicately engraved with Damien’s: D.A.E. 

Damien seemed at a complete loss for words. He smiled, clearly pleased, but he stayed silent. He kept his eyes firmly plastered on the gift. He didn’t look up when he said, “Sebastian, I… this is... perfect. Thank you."

And then... a solitary tear raced down his cheek.

Wait. What was happening? Sebastian’s heart began to pound in his chest.

“D, are you alright?” He crouched down and brought his hand to Damien’s chin, lifting it up ever so gently. 

Damien laughed through tears. “Alright... alright? Sebastian, this is possibly the greatest Valentine’s Day gift I’ve ever received.” 

“Really?”

“Bash, you win.”

“I… win?”

“Yes, you win for the best gift this year. Everything’s always a competition with you, after all.” 

“I win!” Sebastian said, bursting out into a carefree grin. He felt lighter than air. He’d done it!

Damien nodded, and then, in an entirely unexpected move, he cupped the back of Sebastian’s head and pulled him in for a kiss. It was deep and urgent, stealing Sebastian’s breath away entirely, but he melted into it instantly. 

What had he been so worried about again? Clearly, Sebastian was far better at romance than he’d given himself credit for. 

As Damien withdrew, he murmured against Sebastian’s lips, “You really pulled out all the stops.”

Sebastian chuckled. “I did, didn’t I?” 

But Sebastian wasn’t done. Before Damien could say another word, Sebastian pulled him back in, capturing his lips once more. 

The shortbread could wait until later. Much later, if Sebastian had anything to say about it. And, as the undisputed victor of today’s celebrations, he most certainly did.

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