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Whiskey and What-Ifs | Sebastian Sallow x OC #20

warning: emotional rollercoaster ahead

Summary: At the end-of-year celebration at Leander's farm, the night unfolds with drunken games, tension, and an almost-confession from Sebastian, leaving Evangeline wondering if there was truth behind his teasing words. The evening turns sour when Sebastian’s reckless behavior shatters Evangeline’s fragile hopes.

Words: 8,382

Tags: Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Jealousy, Unspoken Feelings, Angst, End-of-Year Celebration, Hurt/No Comfort, Drunken Shenanigans, Almost Confession

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The warm, golden light of early summer stretched across the rolling fields of Leander’s family farm. The end-of-year celebration was in full swing, with groups of students lounging on hay bales and picnic blankets scattered across the lawn. Jars of fireflies were strung between the wooden beams of the nearby barn, glowing softly as the sun dipped lower in the sky. Music floated through the air from a charmed gramophone perched on a barrel, and the scent of grilled sausages and roasted vegetables wafted from a table laden with food.

Evangeline stood at the edge of the crowd, nervously tugging at the hem of her dress—a soft, deep green sundress with a fitted bodice that flared out slightly at her hips. It wasn’t anything she’d have chosen herself; Natty and Cressida had insisted she wear it, practically ganging up on her in the dorms earlier that day.

“Come on, Evie,” Cressida had said, holding the dress up against her with a gleam of determination in her eye. “It’s perfect for tonight! And you do own it, so it’s about time you actually wore it.”

Natty had nodded in agreement, her tone encouraging but firm. “You’ll look stunning, I promise. This cut will show off your waist, and the color is absolutely perfect with your complexion. Besides,” she’d added with a sly grin, “it’s nearly the end of the year. Go out with a little confidence.”

Evie had protested, of course—something about how it was too much or too outside her comfort zone—but by the time her friends were done with her, she was standing in front of the mirror, the soft fabric of the dress hugging her figure just enough to highlight her curves. She had to admit, however grudgingly, that it looked alright.

Now, though, standing at the edge of the party, she felt exposed.

“Evie!” Poppy called, waving her over to a circle of students gathered near the bonfire. “Come on, we’re about to start a drinking game!”

Evie smiled and waved back but didn’t move immediately. Her gaze drifted across the party, landing on a familiar figure leaning against the side of the barn. Sebastian stood with a drink in hand, his shirt sleeves rolled up and his hair slightly tousled. He was laughing at something Garreth had said, his eyes alight with mischief. It was nice, seeing him like this—out of his Slytherin robes, so at ease in the warm glow of the firelight. She quickly looked away, her heart doing an uncomfortable little flip.

“Evie?” a voice broke into her thoughts, and she turned to see Ethan, a Hufflepuff boy from their year, smiling at her. “Haven’t seen you in a while."

Ethan was solid and broad-shouldered, with sandy blond hair that fell just slightly into his green eyes, giving him a boyish charm that most girls in their year found endearing.

Evangeline, however, remained unmoved. Objectively, she could see why others might fancy him, but there was no spark of interest—no fluttering of her heart or warmth creeping up her cheeks. To her, Ethan was just Ethan: friendly, harmless, and perhaps a bit too persistent.

“Excited for exams?” he asked, his tone warm and conversational, but there was a faint nervousness in the way he shifted on his feet. "This'll probably be our last bit of fun before we're all neck deep in parchment and textbooks."

“I’m just ready for them to be over," she said, a polite smile tugging at her lips.

Ethan chuckled, his easygoing laugh ringing out over the sounds of the party. “Aren’t we all? Though I bet you don’t have much to worry about. You’ve probably got top marks in Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts. Meanwhile, I’ll be lucky if I don’t blow up another cauldron.”

Evangeline gave a soft laugh, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’m sure you’ll do fine. Professor Sharp can be... intimidating, but his bark is far worse than his bite.”

“That’s reassuring,” Ethan replied, flashing her another smile that lingered just a second too long. “Maybe next term I should partner up with you. I could use someone to keep me in line.”

His tone was light, but the way he leaned ever so slightly closer made her stomach twist. She glanced away, hoping to deflect. “Well, Sharp might not appreciate me pulling double duty as a babysitter., considering I need to keep an eye on Garreth too.”

Ethan laughed, not deterred. “Fair enough. Besides, I wouldn’t want to distract you from your own brilliance.”

Evangeline tried not to cringe. She managed a polite smile but didn’t respond, glancing toward the bonfire where her friends were gathered. Natty caught her eye, raising an eyebrow in a way that clearly said, Do you need rescuing? And Evie gave the smallest shake of her head, though her unease remained.

“You know,” Ethan continued, oblivious to her discomfort, “You look... really nice tonight, Evie.”

Her cheeks warmed, but not for the reasons Ethan might have hoped. Compliments like that always made her feel uncomfortable, like she was suddenly on display. “Thanks,” she murmured, her voice soft. “That’s kind of you.”

“It’s not kindness,” he said, stepping just a fraction closer. “Just honesty.”

Across the yard, Sebastian’s eyes narrowed as he watched. He couldn’t hear their conversation over the hum of chatter and the crackle of the bonfire, but he didn’t need to. The way Ethan’s posture tilted slightly toward her, the deliberate smile on his face, the soft blush on Evie’s cheeks—it all painted a picture Sebastian didn’t want to see.

He scoffed, taking a sip of his drink. Of course Ethan would try his luck tonight. The end-of-year celebration had everyone feeling nostalgic and bold, the perfect excuse for ill-timed confessions.

“Seb,” Garreth said, snapping him out of his thoughts. “You’ve been glaring at them for ages. What’s got your robes in a twist?”

Sebastian scoffed, straightening up and tossing back the rest of his drink. “I’m not glaring. It’s just embarrassing, watching him fumble around like that. He’s not even subtle.”

“Embarrassing for him or for you?” Garreth asked, a teasing grin spreading across his face.

“Shut up, Weasley,” Sebastian muttered, his tone sharper than intended as his gaze drifted back to Evangeline. She was nodding along, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her dress while Ethan leaned in, saying something that made her laugh softly. That laugh, paired with the way her dark hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders and the warm firelight brushed across her skin, had Sebastian’s stomach twisting.

Then there was the dress—that deep green sundress that clung to her waist before flaring out, its simplicity somehow making her look even more striking. It obviously wasn’t the first time he’d seen Evangeline in something other than her uniform, but tonight felt different. She looked... stunning, though the word felt dangerous the moment it crossed his mind. And Ethan, of course, had noticed as well.

Sebastian forced his attention back to Garreth, his smirk a little too forced. “He’s wasting his time,” he muttered, “She’s not interested.”

Garreth tilted his head, watching Sebastian with a knowing look. “You sure about that?”

“I know Evie better than anyone,” Sebastian said firmly, his tone sharper than he intended. “She’s not into blokes like him.”

Garreth raised his hands in surrender, his grin widening. “Alright, alright. Whatever helps you sleep at night, mate.”

Sebastian ignored him, turning his attention back to the bonfire, watching as Evie leaned back slightly, a hand brushing a stray lock of hair from her face as Ethan said something else, drawing another smile.

“Seb,” Garreth called, nudging him with an elbow. “Earth to Sallow. Are you going to keep brooding all night, or are you actually going to enjoy yourself?”

“I’m fine,” Sebastian replied tersely, stalking over to the drinks table and grabbing himself another glass, "We gonna play whiskey pong?"

Garreth followed, still grinning as he grabbed a drink of his own. “You’re on. Though I’d say you’ve already got a head start, mate. You’ve been downing those like it’s a competition. Trying to give me an easy win?"

Sebastian shrugged, pouring himself a generous serving. “Keep dreaming, Weasley.”

The two joined a group already gathered around the makeshift whiskey pong setup, a long wooden table with a pyramid of cups at each end. The rules were simple: toss the ball into a cup, make your opponent drink. It was just the kind of distraction Sebastian needed—something to channel his frustration into and keep his mind off Evangeline and Ethan.

As the game went on, Sebastian’s usual confidence came roaring back. His competitive streak flared as he sank shot after shot, his smirk growing with every triumphant cheer from the surrounding crowd. For a while, he managed to forget the lingering jealousy gnawing at the edges of his thoughts.

But every now and then, his gaze would drift back to the bonfire, where Evangeline sat with her friends. She was smiling now, leaning close to Natty as they whispered and laughed about something he couldn’t hear. She looked at ease, and the sight of her like that—happy, unguarded—made his chest tighten.

“Your turn, Sallow,” Garreth called, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Sebastian lined up his shot, forcing himself to focus. The ball arced through the air, sinking neatly into a cup on Garreth’s side of the table. The surrounding crowd erupted into cheers, and Sebastian flashed a smug grin as Garreth groaned and reached for the cup.

“Drink up, Weasley,” Sebastian said, his tone dripping with mock sympathy. “Looks like I’m on a roll.”

“Enjoy it while it lasts, mate. Your luck’s about to run out.” Garreth muttered, but there was no real bite to his words. He drained the cup in one go, slamming it down on the table with a flourish.

Sebastian smirked, raising his glass in a mock toast. “We’ll see about that.”

The whiskey pong continued, the night growing hazier with every drink. By the time Sebastian finally claimed victory, his earlier edge of irritation had dulled into something quieter, more manageable. But as he stepped away from the game and glanced toward the bonfire once more, his brow furrowed.

Evangeline was missing.

He scanned the crowd, his chest tightening slightly despite himself. Where had she gone?

“Looking for someone?” Ominis's voice cut through his thoughts.

Sebastian turned sharply, his smirk faltering as he met his friend's smug expression.

“No,” Sebastian replied quickly.

Ominis raised an eyebrow, his lips quirking into a faint, knowing smirk. “Oh, I see. You’re not looking for Evangeline. Well, in that case, you won’t be interested to know that she took a walk toward the pasture. Alone.”

Sebastian’s shoulders tensed, his smirk vanishing entirely. “She—” He cut himself off, quickly schooling his expression into something more neutral. “Why would I care where she went?”

Ominis let out a soft, exasperated sigh, shaking his head. “I don't know. Why would you care?" He shrugged, turning on his heel to walk back towards the party, “I’m sure she’s fine, but if it’ll ease your clearly nonexistent concern, you could always check on her. Just... hypothetically, of course.”

Sebastian hesitated, his eyes flicking toward the direction Ominis had indicated. He could see the faint outline of the pasture under the moonlight, the rolling hills dark against the starry sky.

“Hypothetically,” he muttered under his breath, downing the rest of his drink before setting the empty glass on a nearby barrel. The distant hum of the party faded behind him as he strode toward the pasture, his steps uneven from the whiskey but purposeful all the same.

The air was cooler away from the crowd, and the faint smell of hay mingled with the earthiness of the fields. He spotted her almost immediately, a lone figure standing near the wooden fence that separated the pasture from the rest of the farm. The green of her dress stood out against the dark backdrop, her hair catching the moonlight in a way that made his chest ache.

“Evie,” he called, his voice cutting through the quiet. She turned, her expression briefly startled before she relaxed, her lips curving into a small smile.

“Sebastian,” she replied, her tone light but questioning. “What are you doing out here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” he countered, leaning against the fence a few feet away from her. “You’ve been missing all the fun.”

She shrugged, her gaze drifting back to the pasture. “Just needed some air."

Sebastian nodded and for a moment, neither of them spoke, the quiet sounds of the countryside filling the space between them.

“You look...” he started, then hesitated, the words catching in his throat.

Evie glanced at him curiously. “What?”

Sebastian cleared his throat, looking away toward the horizon. “You look nice tonight,” he said finally, his voice a touch too casual.

Her cheeks warmed, and she ducked her head. “Thank you. You do too. It’s strange seeing everyone out of their uniforms.”

“Strange good, or strange bad?” he teased, shooting her a sidelong glance.

“Strange good,” Evie replied, a small smile tugging at her lips. “It’s just… different. Feels like we’re playing dress-up or something.”

Sebastian chuckled, though the sound was soft, almost distracted. His gaze flickered to her once more, lingering on the way the moonlight caught the curve of her cheek, the delicate sweep of her collarbone revealed by the dress. The sight stirred something he quickly tried to push aside.

“So,” he said eventually, his tone casual, though his jaw tightened slightly. “Ethan seems... eager tonight.”

Evie blinked, turning to look at him fully. “Ethan?”

“Yeah, you know,” Sebastian said, his smirk returning but lacking its usual edge. “Blond, Hufflepuff, keeps laughing at everything you say like it’s the most brilliant thing he’s ever heard.”

Evie’s brows furrowed, her lips pressing into a thin line. “He’s just being friendly.”

“Friendly,” Sebastian echoed, a faint scoff in his voice. “Right. Because leaning in like that and giving you those puppy-dog eyes is totally platonic.”

Evie sighed, her fingers tightening on the fence. And when she didn't respond right away, Sebastian's chest tightened into a knot, the silence stretching uncomfortably between them. He tried to brush it off, he really did, but the thought of Ethan’s easy grin and the way he’d leaned closer to her made his jaw clench.

“Evie,” Sebastian pressed, his voice quieter now, almost hesitant. “You’re not actually... interested in him, are you?”

She sighed again, looking up at him with that exasperated expression he knew too well. "No, Sebastian," she said,"I’m not interested in Ethan.”

Sebastian exhaled. “Good,” he said, the word slipping out before he could stop it. When Evie raised an eyebrow at him, he quickly added, “I mean, not that it’s any of my business.”

Evie chuckled softly, shaking her head as she turned back to the pasture. "I'm perfectly capable of handling myself, you know."

"I know," Sebastian said quickly, leaning back against the fence with a casual shrug. “But it doesn’t hurt to have backup. Especially when the backup is this charming.”

Evie rolled her eyes, though her lips curved into a faint smile. “Backup. Right. Because Merlin knows Ethan was such a threat.”

“He could’ve been,” Sebastian muttered, just loud enough for her to hear.

She turned to him fully now, her head tilted slightly as she studied him. There was no anger in her gaze, just a quiet curiosity that made him shift under her scrutiny. “You’re really worked up about this, aren’t you?”

“I’m not worked up,” Sebastian lied, crossing his arms defensively. “I’m just—” He hesitated, searching for the right words. “Trying to help."

Evie tilted her head back, her gaze lifting to the stars scattered across the night sky before her eyes met his again.

"...What’s this really about, Sebastian?”

Sebastian froze, caught off guard by the question. Her voice was soft, without accusation, but the weight of it pressed down on him all the same. He forced a smirk, the one he wore like armor in moments like this. “What do you mean? It’s about Ethan. Bloke clearly doesn’t know when to back off.”

Evie didn’t blink, her steady gaze pinning him in place. “No, it’s not,” she said, her tone calm but resolute. “Tell me the truth.”

Sebastian turned his head, looking out at the dark expanse of the pasture. “It’s nothing,” he said, his voice lower now, almost uncertain. “Just... end-of-year stress, maybe.”

“That’s not it either,” Evie countered, her brow furrowing. She stepped a little closer, her voice dropping. “Sebastian, I know you. So... just tell me what’s really going on.”

Sebastian let out a soft, humorless laugh, shaking his head. “You think you know me that well, huh?”

“I do,” she said firmly, her gaze unwavering. “And right now, you’re deflecting.”

He sighed, running a hand through his already-tousled hair. “You’re relentless."

“And you’re avoiding the question,."

She was so close to him now he could see the shimmer of moonlight reflecting in her eyes, smell her perfume curling around him, see the way her chest rose and fell with each breath. And Merlin, he wanted to close the gap between them. The thought struck him with a force that almost made him stagger. He wanted to reach out, to touch her hand resting so lightly on the fence, to pull her closer and finally say everything he’d been holding back. But the fear of ruining everything stopped him cold.

Instead, he swallowed hard, his jaw clenching as he forced his gaze back to the dark expanse of the pasture. “Evie,” he began, his voice quieter now, almost unsteady. “You don’t make this easy, you know that?”

“Make what easy?” she asked softly, her tone curious, almost tender.

Sebastian turned to look at her again, and for a moment, he forgot how to breathe. The struggle inside him was unbearable, the push and pull of his instincts tangling into a knot that refused to loosen. One side screamed for him to deflect, to laugh it off and keep the fragile balance of their friendship intact. The other side—the louder, more reckless side—urged him to just say it, to lay it all out in the open and deal with the fallout later.

“You really want to know what’s going on?” he asked, his voice strained.

Evie nodded.

Sebastian let out a shaky breath, his lips curling into a smirk that was far too forced to be convincing. “Alright,” he said, his tone shifting to something light and teasing, though his heart thundered against his ribs. “If you really must know... I’ve been trying to figure out how to convince you to fall madly in love with me before the year’s out.”

Evie blinked, startled, and for a moment, her expression was unreadable. Then, slowly, her lips curved into a smile, though there was an edge of something she couldn't quite hide.

“Is that so?” she asked, tilting her head slightly, her tone playful but cautious.

Sebastian shrugged, trying desperately to keep his voice casual. “Obviously. I mean, who wouldn’t want to secure the affections of the great Evangeline Sterling? Gryffindor beater extraordinaire, unparalleled in charm and wit...” He trailed off, his smirk faltering. "Seems everyone's trying to, these days."

Evie studied him, her smile lingering but her brow furrowing slightly, as though she was trying to puzzle out whether he was serious or not.

“Well,” she said slowly, her tone matching his lightness despite the hesitation in her posture. “You’ve got your work cut out for you, Sallow. I’m not so easily convinced.”

Sebastian laughed, “Oh, I know,” he said, leaning back against the fence and crossing his arms. “I’ve been planning a campaign—flowers, serenades, maybe even a dramatic duel or two. The works.”

“Dramatic duels, huh?” Evie replied, her lips twitching into a faint smile, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Seems a bit excessive.”

“With someone like Ethan sniffing around?” Sebastian quipped, raising an eyebrow. “I’d say it’s warranted.”

Evie rolled her eyes, but the mention of Ethan seemed to draw her back into herself, and the quiet between them grew heavy once again.

Sebastian could feel it, the unspoken tension wrapping around them like a thread stretched too tight. His chest ached, his heart pounding with the desperate hope that she’d push him just a little further, that she’d call him out and make him say what he really meant. He wanted her to pry, to break through the mask he’d so carefully put up.

But instead, Evie glanced away, her gaze fixed on the horizon. “Well,” she said softly, almost absently, “I guess I'll... be waiting for those flowers."

Sebastian’s smirk faltered, his stomach twisting as her words hit him harder than they should have. Her voice was light, teasing on the surface, but there was something underneath it that he couldn't quite decipher. And the silence that followed felt heavier than any before it, like a chasm widening between them with every passing second. Sebastian wanted to reach out, to pull her back across it, but he couldn’t seem to make himself move.

“Anyway….” she said at last, straightening and brushing her hands against her dress, “we should probably head back."

“Yeah,” he said, his voice quiet and strained. “Wouldn’t want to miss Garreth's flaming marshmallow stunt.”

Evie gave a faint smile over her shoulder, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Sounds like something worth seeing,” she murmured, her tone light but distant.

She started walking back toward the glow of the bonfire, the soft swish of her dress the only sound between them. Sebastian stayed where he was, watching her retreating figure and feeling the weight of everything he hadn’t said pressing down on him like a curse.

He should have stopped her. He should have said something real, something honest. But instead, he stood there, frozen by his own uncertainty, as the gap between them grew wider with each step she took.

“Coward,” he muttered under his breath, raking a hand through his hair.

As Evie walked back toward the bonfire, the warm glow of the firelight did little to ease the chill that had settled over her. The strange, charged conversation with Sebastian replayed in her mind, each word turning over and over like a puzzle she couldn’t solve. He’d been hiding something—she was certain of that. But what?

The idea that he might actually like her, that his playful comments could have held even a grain of truth, made her chest ache. She could imagine it, just for a moment: Sebastian pining for her, his sharp wit masking a tender longing. The thought sent a flicker of warmth through her, a dangerous kind of hope she quickly pushed aside.

If anything, the whole exchange had been a joke to him, a clever way to dodge her questions while keeping her off balance. And now, as she imagined him laughing at the idea of liking her—of truly liking her—it felt like a sharp jab to the ribs.

Evie’s pace slowed as she neared the edge of the bonfire’s warm glow, her mind spinning with everything Sebastian had said—and everything he hadn’t.

She barely noticed Ominis until he stepped into her path. His expression was calm, but his lips pressed into a line of faint concern.

“You seem... upset.” he said softly, his head tilting as he studied her with that uncanny awareness he always had.

Evie blinked, startled by the directness of his words. “I’m not,” she said quickly, her tone sharper than she intended. “I’m fine.”

Ominis raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “You’re not fine,” he said plainly, his voice devoid of accusation but unyielding. “You’re breathing too quickly, your voice is strained, and you sound about two seconds away from hexing me.”

She sighed, dragging a hand through her hair. “It’s nothing,” she muttered, glancing away. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Ominis took a small step closer, his expression softening just enough to show that he wasn’t going to push her—yet.

“Fair enough,” he said, his tone deceptively light. “But if you’re planning to drink yourself into oblivion tonight, you might as well have company.”

Evie glanced at him, startled. “I’m not—”

“Oh, please,” Ominis interrupted with a faint smirk. “You’ve got that look. The one that says you’re about five minutes away from finding the strongest thing Garreth brought and trying to forget whatever just happened.”

Evie’s lips twitched despite herself, though the smile didn’t quite stick. “And you’re volunteering to keep me company?” she asked, a faint edge of sarcasm in her voice. “Since when do you drink at parties?”

“I don’t,” Ominis admitted, his smirk widening just slightly. “But someone has to make sure you don’t pass out in a field somewhere.”

That earned him a small laugh, quiet but genuine, and Ominis took it as a victory. He extended an arm toward her. “Come on. You can drink, and I’ll sit there looking judgmental. It’s one of my better skills.”

Evie hesitated, her gaze flickering back toward the barn where she’d left Sebastian. Part of her wanted to go find him, to demand answers, to pull the truth out of him no matter how messy it got. But another part—the part that ached the most—knew it would only hurt more.

Finally, she nodded, letting out a slow breath. “Alright,” she said, her voice quieter now.

The bonfire cast flickering shadows across the field as the party wore on, the vibrant hum of conversation and laughter growing looser as drinks continued to flow. Evie now sat on a blanket a short distance from the fire, her knees tucked to her chest and her cheeks warm from the whiskey Ominis had been feeding her.

“You sure you want another?” Ominis asked, his tone skeptical as she reached for another refill. He sat beside her, legs crossed, his wand resting idly on his lap.

“Yes, I’m sure,” Evie said, her words beginning to slur just slightly. “You’re supposed to be my company, not my conscience.”

Ominis let out a resigned sigh, tilting his head toward her as though in warning. “Alright, but don’t say I didn’t try.”

As the warmth of the whiskey settled in her chest, the sharp edges of her earlier conversation with Sebastian blurred into something softer, easier to ignore. The tension in her shoulders loosened, and she leaned back on her hands, watching the firelight dance over the faces of her friends.

By the time the fifth—or was it sixth?—drink found its way into her hand, Evie was giggling at everything Ominis said, even when he wasn’t trying to be funny. She didn’t notice the way Sebastian’s eyes flicked toward her from across the yard, his brow furrowed as he watched her down another glass without hesitation.

“I’m not even drunk,” Evie announced to no one in particular, her voice carrying over the crackling fire. Ominis, unimpressed, arched a brow.

“Right,” he said dryly, “and I’m the Head Boy of Gryffindor.”

Evie swatted his arm lightly, a grin spreading across her face. “You’re no fun, Ominis. You never let loose.”

“That’s because I’m the one keeping you from doing something regrettable,” he replied, his smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

But Ominis couldn’t hold back all of her reckless decisions, and soon, Evie found herself swept up in the growing carelessness of the crowd.

Someone—likely Garreth—had started a drinking game that involved conjuring increasingly ridiculous hats and balancing them on their heads while singing off-key. Evie had passed on the game earlier, but now, with her inhibitions rapidly fading, she looked tempted.

Before Ominis could protest, she'd already pushed herself up, teetering slightly as she joined the circle near the bonfire.

“Evie!” Garreth called, grinning as he conjured a sparkler that fizzled dramatically in his hand. “Your turn to sing! Pick a hat, pick a song!”

Evie giggled, the sound unrestrained and light. She plopped an oversized feathered hat on her head and grinned. “Alright,” she announced grandly, her slurred voice only adding to the humor. “Something... dramatic.”

“Dramatic, she says,” Garreth repeated, “Then give us your best rendition of A Cauldron Full of Hot, Strong Love! Don’t disappoint us, Sterling!”

The crowd erupted into cheers, and before she knew it, Evie was belting out the tune at the top of her lungs, swaying theatrically as the ridiculous hat wobbled precariously on her head. Her friends joined in, the group laughing so hard that they struggled to stay upright.

Watching from the sidelines, Ominis let out a long-suffering sigh, shaking his head. “She’s doomed.”

But Evangeline certainly didn't feel doomed. She felt invincible. The warm haze of whiskey and laughter coursed through her, blurring the edges of her usual reservations. She twirled dramatically, the feathered hat slipping sideways on her head as she gestured with exaggerated flair during the song's most outrageous lines. Her friends' cheers only encouraged her, and she leaned into the silliness, throwing herself into a wobbly curtsy as the final note ended in a flourish.

“Encore! Encore!” Ethan chanted from where he stood across from her, clapping loudly as others joined in.

Evie bowed deeply, nearly tipping over before catching herself on Natty’s shoulder, laughing so hard her cheeks hurt. “Thank you, thank you,” she said grandly, her words slurred but her smile beaming. “But I must retire while I’m still at the peak of my career.”

“More like before you fall on your face,” Natty muttered, steadying her.

Evie giggled again, waving off the concern as she reached for another drink, her inhibitions fully dissolved.

The bonfire crackled on merrily, casting flickering light over the group as they dissolved into more drunken banter. Garreth had somehow procured a half-empty bottle of mead and was regaling everyone with a wildly exaggerated tale of his "near-death" experience during a Potions mishap, complete with flailing arms and dramatic gasps for effect.

"And then—" Garreth paused for emphasis, swaying slightly as he pointed the bottle at Natty, "—the cauldron exploded! I swear, if I hadn’t ducked, I'd've lost my head!"

Cressida rolled her eyes but couldn’t help laughing. “Garreth, I was there, and all that happened was Professor Sharp yelling at you for using dragon scale dust instead of ash.”

“Details!” Garreth declared, throwing his hands up with mock indignation. “The point is, I survived. A true Gryffindor triumph!”

Evie giggled uncontrollably, leaning heavily against Natty for support as she tried to wipe tears of laughter from her eyes. “I think the real triumph is that you’re still allowed near a cauldron,” she teased, her words slurring slightly.

“Careful, Sterling,” Garreth shot back, wagging a finger at her. “I’ll have you know I’m a visionary. And visionaries are often misunderstood.”

“Misunderstood doesn’t mean competent,” Ominis deadpanned from his spot a little ways back, his tone dry as ever.

The group erupted into laughter, Evie’s cackling the loudest of all. She clutched her sides, practically doubled over, and Garreth pouted dramatically.

Ethan, perched on the edge of the blanket with a drink in hand, leaned forward, his grin mischievous. “Now... if we’re going to keep things interesting, maybe it’s time for something more daring.”

“Like what?” Poppy asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

The other Hufflepuff's grin widened, and he leaned back, spreading his arms in mock grandeur. “Body shots!”

The group fell silent for a beat, and then Garreth let out a whoop of laughter. “Ethan, you mad genius,” he said, slapping the other boy on the back. “I knew you were good for something.”

“Merlin’s beard!” Natty exclaimed, smacking Garreth's arm. “Have you lost all sense of decorum?”

“Decorum?” Leander repeated, laughing. “It’s an end-of-year celebration, Natty! Where’s your sense of fun?”

“Somewhere that doesn’t involve whiskey and licking people,” she shot back, but her tone was more amused than offended.

“Body shots,” Evie repeated, the words coming out slow and deliberate as though she was turning them over in her drunken mind. Her brow furrowed, and then she gasped with delight. “Like with the salt and lime and everything?”

Ominis paled. “Evie, no. Absolutely not.”

“Evie, yes!” Garreth declared, grabbing her hand and spinning her in place. “Come on, let’s show Ominis how fun works!”

“No, no, no—” Ominis started, fumbling for her other hand before shouting, “Garreth, stop manhandling her—” as the redhead hoisted Evie over his shoulder.

“You’re coming too, Gaunt,” Garreth teased, “A party’s not a party without your charming wit.”

“I’ll hex you,” Ominis growled, but his threat was cut short as Garreth moved ahead, unable to hear him among the group's laughter.

Sebastian, watching from across the yard, sighed deeply and pinched the bridge of his nose. This was spiraling faster than he’d anticipated, and the sight of Garreth spinning Evie around like a victorious Quidditch trophy was doing absolutely nothing to ease the frustration boiling in his chest.

“Are you going to do something, or just glower all night?” Violet asked, sidling up beside him with a teasing grin.

Sebastian’s jaw tightened as he muttered, “She’s fine.”

“Sure she is,” Violet said, her grin widening. “But you’re not.”

“Evie!” Ominis’s voice cut through the chaos, his exasperation palpable. “I’m serious—don’t you dare—”

But Evangeline Sterling was not listening.

Her cheeks were flushed with a mix of alcohol and laughter, and her eyes sparkled with the kind of reckless abandon that only came with too many drinks and too much encouragement. She grinned as Ethan placed a shot glass in her hand and presented her with a lime wedge like it was some grand prize.

“Alright, alright,” Evie said, holding up the glass like she was about to deliver a toast. “How does this work?”

Ethan grinned broadly, tossing an arm around Evie’s shoulder as if they were partners in some grand conspiracy. “It’s simple. First, someone offers up their belly button as the vessel for the shot.”

Across the yard, Sebastian froze, his drink halfway to his lips as Ethan's words hit him. This wasn’t just another round of drunken whiskey pong like he'd assumed. This was something else entirely—and the idea of Evie participating made his stomach churn uncomfortably.

Meanwhile, Evie's eyes widened, and she burst into laughter. “Their belly button?”

“Yes, ma’am!” Garreth, now joining in on the explanation, replied with mock seriousness as if he’d just revealed some great secret. “A noble tradition, steeped in the ancient rites of drunken debauchery..." Garreth studied the crowd, eyes narrowed until they landed on Ethan.

“And it's only right,” Garreth crowed. “That Ethan go first!"

“Absolutely not,” Ethan protested, his face turning a vivid shade of red as he glanced nervously at Evie, who was still clutching her sides with laughter. “I wasn’t serious!”

“Oh, but we are,” Garreth shot back, his grin widening as the rest of the group cheered and hollered in approval.

Ominis stood stiffly near the edge of the gathering as his frustration visibly mounted. His pale gaze flickered toward Sebastian, who had been observing the chaos with a stormy expression. For a moment, their eyes met, an unspoken agreement passing between them: this needed to stop.

Sebastian set down his drink, ready to intervene, but before either he or Ominis them could act, a voice cut through the commotion.

“Oi!” someone called from the shadows near the edge of the yard. “Who’s up for a swim? Let’s make it a proper party—skinny dipping at the pond!”

The group erupted in a mixture of laughter and gasps, the attention shifting immediately from Ethan to this new, far more reckless suggestion.

“Now that’s an idea!” Garreth declared, throwing his hands into the air. “Who’s coming?”

“I am!” Evie’s voice chimed in, determined despite her obvious intoxication.

“Evie, no!” Ominis’s voice was sharp as he stepped forward, his wand pointed toward her as though he might use it to physically tether her in place. “Absolutely not.”

“Evie, yes!” she shot back, already moving to follow the crowd. “I’ll be fine,” she said, waving him off with a grin.

Sebastian muttered a curse under his breath and moved to follow, but Ominis was way ahead of him, his strides carrying him quickly after her. “Evangeline Sterling, you are not doing this,” he snapped, his usually composed tone fraying at the edges as he tried to keep pace with her, but she was already weaving her through the crowd, her laughter drifting back to him on the wind.

The pond lay at the edge of the property, its surface shimmering faintly under the moonlight. By the time Ominis caught up, Evie was standing near the water’s edge, giggling as someone dared her to jump in. She hesitated for a moment, then reached for the hem of her dress, lifting it slightly as if to pull it over her head.

“Evie!” Ominis’s voice cracked sharply, cutting through the buzz of laughter and cheers from the group. He was nearly breathless from keeping up with her but straightened as he approached, reaching out to grab her wrist. “Put. Your. Dress. Down.”

Evie paused, blinking at him with wide, glassy eyes, the fabric still bunched in her fists. “What’s the problem, Ominis?” she slurred, swaying slightly.

“The problem, Evangeline,” Ominis said sharply, still holding her wrist with a firm but careful grip, “is that you’re about two seconds away from creating the kind of memory that lives on in school lore forever—and not in a good way.”

Evie blinked up at him, her wide, glassy eyes narrowing in confusion before she broke into a tipsy laugh. “It’s just a swim, Ominis!”

“Just a swim?” Ominis echoed, his brows lifting in incredulous disbelief. “Evie, you’re about to strip in front of half our classmates. That’s a crisis in the making, and if that’s your idea of innocent fun, then Merlin help us all.”

Around them, students were still stripping down and wading into the water, their laughter ringing out across the pond. Garreth, clearly thrilled by the chaos, raised his drink from where he’d waded into the pond and called out, “Sterling, you’re a legend! Don’t let him ruin the fun!”

But before Evangeline could even respond, Sebastian approached from the shadows, his broad shoulders illuminated by the flickering firelight behind him. His scowl was unmistakable, sharp and cutting as his eyes darted between Evangeline and the crowd in the pond.

“Alright,” he interjected, “That’s enough.”

Evie turned, her face lighting up in a mix of recognition and drunken rebellion. “Sebastian!” she exclaimed, abandoning her dress mid-tug and stumbling toward him. “You’re here! I thought you’d disappeared!”

Sebastian stepped forward just in time to steady her, catching her arm before she could trip over a root. Her face was flushed and her wide, delighted grin made his earlier irritation falter. She clung to him like he was a lifeline, her fingers curling into the fabric of his sleeve as if she hadn’t seen him in weeks.

“Of course I’m here,” he muttered, his voice softer than he intended as his hands instinctively settled on her waist to keep her upright. “Someone has to stop you from getting yourself killed—or worse.”

Evie swayed slightly in his grip, looking up at him with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. “You’re such a killjoy, Sebastian,” she teased, her words slurring just enough to make him huff a quiet laugh. “You and Ominis. Ruining my fun.”

“Yes, we’re absolute tyrants,” Sebastian said dryly, though his words lacked any sharpness. It was impossible to stay annoyed with her when she looked at him like that—like he was the best part of her night. “Terrible, fun-hating monsters here to save you from your own drunken chaos.”

“Dreadful,” Ominis added from her other side, his tone deadpan. “We should be ashamed of ourselves.”

Sebastian tightened his hold as Evie laughed, her head tilting back as if the situation was the funniest thing she’d ever heard. The sound was unrestrained, warm, and far too infectious for his liking.

“You’re both the worst,” she said with a dramatic pout, though her grin quickly returned as she leaned heavily against Sebastian, resting her forehead briefly against his shoulder. “But I’m so glad you’re here. I missed you.”

He froze, his breath catching in his throat. It was a simple, drunken admission, but it tugged at something deep inside him. He cleared his throat, forcing a smirk to mask the sudden warmth spreading through his chest. “I've been around all night, Evie.”

“Nope,” she insisted, pulling back to look at him, her lips forming a playful pout. “Not properly. And now you’re here.” Her hands tightened on his shirt, as if to prove her point. “Right here.”

Sebastian froze for a moment, caught completely off guard by the way Evie nestled against him. Her forehead pressed into his shoulder, and her warm breath ghosted through the thin fabric of his shirt, sending an unsteady jolt down his spine. His usual quick wit faltered, leaving him standing there like a statue while Ominis snickered quietly beside him.

“Comfortable, Sterling?” Ominis asked, raising an eyebrow.

Evie shifted, her cheek brushing against the curve of Sebastian's shoulder. “Mmhmm,” she hummed, her voice sleepy now. “Warm... safe.”

Sebastian’s chest tightened, a mix of pride and something deeper swelling in him. Merlin, she had no idea what she was doing to him, did she?

“You’re insufferable when you’re drunk, you know that?” he said softly.

“You’re insufferable all the time,” she countered, lifting her head just enough to glare up at him with glassy, half-lidded eyes.

Sebastian chuckled, the sound low and rumbling, and shook his head. “Fair enough.”

Ominis let out a long-suffering sigh. “If you two are done flirting—”

“We’re not flirting,” they said in unison, though the protest sounded far too rehearsed to be convincing.

“Of course not,” Ominis replied with a smirk. “Now, can we please get her sitting down before she passes out on the spot?”

“Good idea,” Sebastian muttered, guiding Evie toward one of the empty blankets near the bonfire. The warmth of the flames was a welcome contrast to the cool night air, and Evie’s shivers began to subside as soon as they settled her down.

She leaned back against Sebastian as if it were the most natural thing in the world, her head resting against his shoulder. His arm automatically curled around her, holding her steady.

“Here,” Ominis said, kneeling beside them and offering her a flask of water. “Drink this. Slowly.”

Evie blinked at the flask like it was some foreign object, then took it with both hands, her fingers brushing Ominis’s briefly. “Thanks,” she murmured, her voice quieter now.

As she drank, Ominis leaned closer to Sebastian, his voice low enough that Evie wouldn’t hear. “She’ll be fine, but you might not survive this.”

Sebastian gave him a sharp look, his jaw tightening. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Ominis smirked, tilting his head as if to say, You know exactly what it means.

“Just keep her out of the pond,” Ominis said simply, straightening up and brushing his hands against his robes. “I’m going to find Natty. Between the two of us we should be able to make sure nobody drowns.”

Sebastian nodded absently, his focus already back on Evie, who had tilted her head to look up at him again. “Are you leaving?” she asked Ominis, her voice faintly disappointed.

“Just for a bit,” he replied with a rare smile. “You’re in... capable hands.”

As Ominis disappeared into the crowd, Evie turned her gaze back to Sebastian, her brows knitting together slightly. “You’re not going to let me go swimming, are you?”

“Not a chance,” he said firmly, though his smirk softened into something almost affectionate. “You’re stuck with me.”

Her lips curved into a faint smile, and she shifted closer, resting her head against his chest. “Good,” she murmured, her words barely audible over the crackling of the fire.

Sebastian swallowed hard, his heart pounding against his ribs as he stared down at her. For once, he didn’t have a clever comeback. Instead, he let his chin rest lightly atop her head, closing his eyes briefly as the firelight danced around them.

Evangeline woke slowly, her head pounding with every thud of her heartbeat. A faint groan escaped her lips as she shifted, burying her face into the pillow. It smelled faintly of cedar and something else—something warm and comforting, though she couldn’t place it through the haze of her hangover.

Where am I?

The question floated through her mind as she blinked against the sunlight streaming through the window. The room was small but cozy, with small nightstand and sheer, lacy curtains.

Feldcroft. My bedroom in Feldcroft.

Evie sat up too quickly, immediately regretting it as a sharp pain shot through her skull. She groaned again, clutching her head and squeezing her eyes shut. The pounding in her temples was relentless, each throb a cruel reminder of the drinks she’d downed the night before.

What happened? How did I get here?

Fragments of the party drifted back to her in disjointed pieces—the bonfire, Garreth’s antics, the ridiculous feathered hat, the pond… Sebastian.

Sebastian.

Her cheeks warmed as blurry memories surfaced: his arm around her, the way he’d steadied her when she swayed, the tender way he’d kept her from making a fool of herself. For a fleeting moment, the thought brought a strange comfort. Then, faint voices from outside the room shattered the quiet, pulling her back to reality.

“—reckless, Sebastian,” Ominis said sharply, his voice tinged with anger. “What were you thinking?”

“I wasn’t,” Sebastian replied, his voice quieter, heavy with guilt. “I know I screwed up.”

“You left her there alone!” Ominis snapped, cutting him off. “Anything could have happened to her. And then you went and—”

“I know!” Sebastian interrupted, his frustration bubbling to the surface. “You don’t think I feel terrible about it?”

“Terrible doesn’t undo it, does it? She trusted you, and you went off to—Merlin, Sebastian! You snogged a fifth-year Gryffindor in front of everyone after she passed out!”

“Keep it down. She doesn’t need to wake up to us fighting,” Sebastian muttered.

“She’ll wake up to more than this,” Ominis snapped. “The whole party saw. You think people won’t talk?"

The words slammed into her, each syllable cutting deeper than the last. Her fingers tightened in the bedsheets as her memories sharpened, replaying every moment of the previous night—the way he’d teased her, steadied her, looked at her like she was the only thing in the world that mattered.

“If you must know, I’ve been trying to figure out how to convince you to fall madly in love with me before the year’s out.”

It had felt real. For a fleeting, hazy moment, she’d let herself believe that maybe there was something more to his words, that maybe the possessiveness in his gaze wasn’t just Sebastian being Sebastian but something deeper.

But of course, as she’d always suspected deep down, it had never meant anything.

Her face burned with humiliation, her stomach churning as the ache in her chest deepened. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing the tears away. What had she expected?

The voices outside the room continued, muffled but distinct enough for her to piece together their conversation.

“You’re going to have to face her,” Ominis said sharply. “You can’t just act like nothing happened.”

“I don’t even know what to say," Sebastian replied, his voice heavy with frustration.

“You might want to start with an apology,” Ominis snapped. “For once in your life, stop thinking about yourself and consider how she feels.”

Sebastian’s silence was deafening, and Evie’s chest tightened further. She didn’t want to hear more. She didn’t want to know how he’d justify it, how he’d downplay it, how he’d twist the truth to make it seem like less than it was.

“You don’t care," she told herself, forcing the words into her mind like a shield. "You don’t care.”

But the sting in her chest, the way her hands trembled as she gripped the bedpost, betrayed her.

He'd left her there, alone by the fire, vulnerable and unconscious, like a discarded afterthought. Something could have happened to her. Anything. And yet, he hadn’t stayed. He hadn’t cared enough to ensure she was safe.

Her mind spiraled, replaying the moment over and over: the warmth of his arm around her, the steadying presence she’d trusted implicitly. How easily he’d abandoned her, slipping away to find someone else—to kiss someone else. The ache in her chest deepened, an unbearable weight pressing against her ribs. It wasn’t just the kiss, though the thought of it burned hot and sharp. It was the carelessness of it all, the way he’d left her behind as if she didn’t matter.

With a deep breath, she stood and smoothed the fabric of her dress. Her legs wobbled slightly, and the room swayed for a moment as the hangover reminded her of its presence. But she steadied herself, squaring her shoulders as she reached for the door.

She didn’t know what she’d say when she saw him. Maybe nothing. Maybe everything. But she couldn’t hide in here.

As she opened the door and stepped into the hallway, the voices stopped abruptly. Both boys turned to look at her—Ominis with a flicker of concern, Sebastian with guilt. For a moment, the weight of their gazes made her hesitate, but she quickly pushed it aside, holding her head high.

“Evie—” Sebastian started, his voice soft, almost pleading.

“Don’t,” she said sharply, her voice more brittle than she’d intended. Her gaze locked on his, her jaw tightening as she took a step forward. “Just don’t.”

Sebastian’s mouth opened, then closed it, his expression crumbling.

“I need some air,” she said, cutting him off before he could say anything. Her voice wavered slightly, but she forced herself to keep it steady. “Don’t follow me.”

Without waiting for a response, she brushed past them, her footsteps brisk as she headed for the door. The sunlight outside was blinding, and the warm summer air hit her like a wall, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t stop. Not until she was far enough away to breathe again.

He was never yours, she reminded herself as she walked, her hands shaking at her sides. And he never will be.

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thealtoduck · 5 months ago

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New PJO OC: Hector Bird

Name: Hector Bird

Gender: Male

Home:

Garden of the Hesperides, San Fransisco, California, U.S.A (Born)

Annapolis, Maryland, U.S.A (Raised)

Camp Half-Blood, Long Island, New York, U.S.A (during summers)

Species: Half-Blood

Godly Parent: Erytheia (One of the Hesperides, Nymphs of Sunset and Evening)

Other Family:

Johnathan Bird (Father)

Zoë Nightshade and the other Hesperides (Aunts)

Atlas (Grandfather)

Love Interest: Leo Valdez

Fatal Flaw: Bitterness

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Physical Description: He’s very handsome and has the regal and beautiful facial features inherited from his mother. His eyes are honey brown as if one could see the sunset in his eyes. His hair is dark and silky. His skin is tanned and has a soft sunny shimmer to it. His build is slim but athletic from his training at Camp Half-Blood. He also has a piercing in his belly button in silver with a pear shaped gem.

Personality: Hector is a bit reserved at first glance, seeming quite unapproachable and someone you just admire from a far, like a piece of art. But once you get to know him, you’d learn he’s pretty nice and kindhearted. He’s very loyal and devoted to his friends.

He usually acts as the mediator, when there’s an argument between his friends, usually keeping things from getting out of hand.

He might only be a child of a nymph but don’t let that fool you, he fights viciously as if he was a son of a war god. It’s assumed it’s a trait passed down from Atlas, his divine grandfather.

He can come off as a bit touchy and a little difficult when he’s feeling disrespected. Especially when written off as ”just the son of a nymph” or something like it. And when he actually gets mad… you better run.

He however does his best to always hold his head high, staying regal and polished in his composure.

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Skills and Abilities:

Average Half-Blood Abilities: Enchanced Strength, Speed, Durability, etc…

Hypnotic-Singing: Like the Hesperides, his singing can put the hearer into a light trance.

Dance: He’s a trained dancer in commercial Jazz.

Weapons:

Meteor Hammer

Bozdogan Mace

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Other facts:

Zoë was the one who led him to camp after the two met in a strange twist of fate. Hector was only 11 years old and didn’t know his godly parent at the time and didn’t know he was related to her but Zoë could tell just looking at him that he was the son of one of her sisters. Despite her dislike of men and heroes she knew she needed to make sure he got to camp safely.

He views Percy somewhat like an older brother. The two got to know each other during their first summer in camp where they both were put in the Hermes Cabin at first.

He’s friends with a lot of nymphs in the forest and lake at Camp Half-Blood.

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Mini Playlist:

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#pjo oc #pjo ocs #percy jackson oc #percy jackson ocs #percy jackson male oc #percy jackson original character #male oc #ocs #my oc #oc character sheet #oc moodboard #heroes of olympus oc

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a-spes · 5 months ago

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may be in a writing crisis (again)(is that even surprising at this point?) but i got some (good?) ideas so the best i can do is sharing with you all so i am not the only one loosing my mind over it 🥲

Maria Hill x AoS!R — Since she (R) came back from that mission, things are different. At first, the changes were so small that no one noticed, but when she started disobeying direct orders and putting her life in danger during missions, Maria decided that she couldn't let this behavior slide anymore.

(a lot of angst + argument + superior maria hill, and i firmly believe she's hot when she's strict)

Natasha Romanoff x younger sister!R, Yelena Belova x younger sister!R — There were three in Ohio. Three sisters, but one of them has been left behind that night. The urgency of the situation didn't give them a chance to run behind to get the younger of them. She died that day. At least, that's what they thought, until they stumble in their little sister, years after that night. But things can't go back as it used to be that easily, can it?

(I need to do some research and/or rewatch the movie because it has been a long time but it would be angsty, and comforting)

Natasha Romanoff x Daughter!OC — Honestly, I don't even know. I am currently creating an OC for a PJ roleplay, and she ended up with the last name "Romanova". The problem is, the more I think about it, the more I am liken"hm, I could write a fic with her in it" or something with R having similar features. But idk because I've never written anything with an OC.

Also started a found family thing with Natasha Romanoff x Spider!R. It happens after Infinity War, and it's basically R&Natty living together in the empty compound, so a lot of fluff with a bit of angst (or a lot, maybe ...). But it's gonna be a series so it's not for now, just a side project atm.

Also have two WIPs to finish, and the last part of Devious Lies to start. So many things to do, and yet I am unable to write 🥲😭 (i'll write tomorrow)(at least i am gonna try)(i promise)

#a spes ramblings #a spes writing #maria hill x reader #maria hill #maria hill fanfiction #natasha romanoff x reader #reader insert #natasha romanoff #mcu fanfiction #natasha romanoff fanfiction #natasha romanov #yelena belova x you #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova fanfiction

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boxdstars · 9 months ago

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yooooo another mara Q <3: when did she first get heart eyes for natty? as in, was there a moment when her brain went 'i want that one'

Hi silly! <3 Thank you for the ask :)

This one is a funny story because a lot of it isn’t in even game, it’s all crafted my my design. See, Amara predates HL by a long shot. She was her own isolated HP oc, and currently she’s also a tertiary antagonist in my own novel. In none of these does she have a canon relationship. Rather she’s a bit of a womanizer.

So, on my second official Amara playthrough (the one I post for content) I was like hm. I should give Mara a gf. I didn’t have anyone in mind I just went through the first act of the game carefree until I realized I really liked the dynamic she and Natty could have. There’s totally opposites but have a lot of shared values, even if they both have wildly different ways of achieving them.

In a way, this is also how Mara fell in love. Happenstance. They’re from rival houses but have no animosity towards one another, just two girls who slowly bonded since Nat showed up. Amara was sort of indifferent about love, she had no interest and found grandiose acts of a display rather.. cringe. In a way, she still does. But when alone with her girlfriend she’s quite the sap. And the SIMP. Because if Natty wants to do something even if Mara hates it, she will fold and be like “yeah.. okay fine” because she loves Natsai so much.

The “I want her moment” definitely was at the very end of their fourth year, when they were school friends at that point and would duel casually. Something about being against Nat in a one-on-one duel was the most thrilling and romantic thing for Amara that it didn’t even matter that she cleaned house (because it’s Mara and she won ofc) because she was like “how is she so pretty” like the lesbian she is

#amara in my book is a MENACE you guys #like no joke she will turn anyone who bothers her into a spider full stop #boxd asks #amara ambrose #natsai onai #natmara #ambronai

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nightxwitch · 2 years ago

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Stairs

Credit: The idea of Sebastian trying to climb the stairs to the female dorms while arguing with his romantic interest only to fall on his ass was from @kirke-is-my-name, who kindly gave me permission to write about it. ♥

The characters (other than my OC), places, and spells are all from Hogwarts Legacy.

All main characters have been aged up to 20 years old, since I’m an adult and don’t feel comfortable writing romance about teenagers. This is somewhat of a love triangle situation between Sebastian/my OC Séance/Ominis but will ultimately lead to Séance/Sebastian. Feel free to imagine yourself as the love interest, I don’t mind, I simply don’t like writing “y/n” stories as much. :) I also posted this on Fanfiction.net under the same username. Here's the link if you'd like to read it there:

Some parts are in Sebastian’s POV, some parts are from Séance’s POV. I do hope you enjoy despite the fact that I wrote this all in one sitting! ^~^

Word count: 4,616

Rating: T for a bit of cursing and sensual references.

Séance’s POV

“Séance, do you have a moment?” Ominis asked, catching up to me as I exited Professor Hecat’s classroom.

“Of course, what can I do for you, Ominis?” I replied, making a beeline for the edge of the hallway so others would pass us by.

Ominis shifted from foot to foot restlessly, and he adjusted the collar to his robe. “I was wondering- well, I just wanted to ask if you would like to join me at The Three Broomsticks this Friday after classes.”

“That sounds lovely,” I agreed, “will Sebastian be joining us as well?” Sebastian almost always accompanied us when we went to The Three Broomsticks, and on the rare occasion he didn’t, Natty, Imelda, or Poppy had tagged along.

“Not this time…I thought it could just be you and I this trip.” His cheeks appeared a bit flushed, but I attributed that to his rush to grab my attention after class.

“Well, that sounds just fine to me. I’ve got to stop by Tomes and Scrolls anyhow, so perhaps I’ll do so afterward.”

“It’s a plan then.” Ominis replied, a smile spread across his lips. “I’ll see you in final period.” He added before waving and heading off toward his next class.

I turned to make my way to the Herbology corridor.

Sebastian welcomed me with a grin and a quick wave of his hand as I entered the classroom, walking to my potting station adjacent to his.

“Hey.” He greeted me.

“Hello Sebastian, how are you?”

“I’m excited for my next Crossed Wands duel. I’ve been practicing and I’m going to destroy Imelda.” The brunette chuckled, before glancing my way. “How are you? You’ll be there, right? This Friday afternoon.”

I froze, feeling guilty already. I hadn’t missed one of Sebastian’s duels yet, just as he hadn’t missed any of mine. “I’m so sorry Sebastian, I’m afraid I’ve already made plans Friday. I had no idea you were scheduled to duel.”

“Oh,” He replied, a disappointed expression on his face, “It’s alright, I understand. I guess I can’t expect you to be at all of them.”

“Maybe I can reschedule,” I began.

“That’s not necessary, Séance. If you’ve already made plans, then you should see them through.” He insisted.

“Alright then,” I replied uncertainly.

Professor Garlick then began rattling off information about the amazing Venomous Tentacula and its different properties, informing us that the plant could even be utilized in certain potions.

Sebastian’s POV

The remainder of the day passed, and I found myself simmering for most of it. I couldn’t figure out why, given that Séance had only made plans because she hadn’t been aware of my scheduled duel. Regardless, she had every right not to come. She had no obligation to me. I knew I was acting ridiculous, but I still couldn’t help the way that I felt, even if my feelings weren’t justifiable.

I dragged myself to the male Slytherin dorms, dropping my bag to the ground with a loud thud. I defeatedly slumped onto my bed face-first, groaning.

“You seem to be in quite a mood.” Ominis said cheerily from his bed next to mine, and I jumped at the surprise of his company.

“Ominis! I didn’t know you were there.” I replied, rolling onto my back.

“Forgive me, I’d simply assumed that the person whose eyes worked would have seen me when he came in.” He quipped, chuckling.

I sighed, annoyed, even though I knew I’d usually have found humor in the situation and Ominis’ joke.

Ominis furrowed his brow, turning his face in my general direction. “Alright, what’s wrong? You’re usually mercurial but this is a new level of sulking, even for you.”

I groaned in irritation and waved him off even though he wouldn’t see it. “I don’t want to discuss it. Why don’t you tell me what’s got you so nauseatingly cheerful?”

Ominis grinned once again at the subject, and he clasped his hands in front of him. “If you must know, I’ve got a date this Friday.”

“A date? With whom?” I asked, my eyes narrowing in suspicion. Friday was the day Séance had told me she had plans.

I mentally reassured myself that it couldn’t be her, because she’d given no implication that she was romantically interested in Ominis. In fact, she hadn’t seemed to take particular interest in anyone as of yet.

“With Séance. I asked her today after Defence Against the Dark Arts.” Ominis’ cheeks reddened and he continued to smile, evidently unable to wipe the dopey look off his face.

“That can’t be right, Séance doesn’t date. Everyone knows that.” I pointed out. Many men, and even some women, in our school had tried. She’d turned them all down, albeit gently. “And why didn’t you tell me you were going to ask her?”

“I suppose the right person just hadn’t asked her yet.” Ominis shrugged. “And I didn’t want to say anything until there was something to tell. Now there is.”

“You can’t date her!” I blurted out before clamping my mouth shut, resting my face in my palm.

“And why not?” Ominis replied defensively. His glare missed me by a couple feet, but I got the message.

“B-Because, it’ll ruin our friend group.” I said, scrambling for an excuse. Even to my own ears, it fell flat. “Besides, are you sure she even knows it’s a date? Did you explicitly ask her on a date?”

“Sebastian, if I didn’t know you better, I’d say you sound jealous.” Ominis crossed his arms over his chest. “I thought you’d be happy for me. And no, I didn’t say ‘Hey Séance, will you go on a date with me?’, but I did ask her to accompany me to The Three Broomsticks. When she asked if you were coming, I told her I would like for it to just be the two of us. I don’t feel I could have made it much more obvious that I was asking her on a date.”

“Jealous? Why would I be jealous?!” I asked incredulously, despite absolutely feeling jealous.

“Because I know you used to like her, but that was years ago. I’d thought you had moved past those feelings.” Ominis countered, still looking indignant. “Apparently I was incorrect.”

“So I might have had some feelings when we first became friends, but that was so long ago! Things are different now.” As I spoke the words, I could feel that they were a lie.

“What stopped you from acting on those feelings back at the start, then?” Ominis asked. “You must not have liked her much if you didn’t bother making a move. That’s never been an issue for you with other women.” He pointed out.

“Because I liked Séance too much. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, or destroy the group dynamic we have. I’m not great with women, I knew I’d fuck it up somehow, so I let it go.” I admitted.

“Did you? Let it go, I mean? Because it sure doesn’t sound like you ‘let it go’.” Ominis pursed his lips skeptically.

“I thought I had.” I admitted quietly. “But now I don’t know how I feel.”

“Well, you better figure it out, Sebastian.” Ominis said coldly. “Because I don’t want things to progress with Séance unless I know there’s nothing between you two on her end. You need to settle this.”

“How can you even like her?” I asked cynically.

“What kind of a question is that?” Ominis retorted. “You know how because you like her, too.”

“That’s not what I meant. You were vehemently against me using Dark Magic and were furious when I learned the Unforgivable Curses. How can you now seek the hand of someone who uses those very same Curses?”

Ominis was quiet for a moment, pondering this. “It bothered me too much at first,” He conceded, “But I’ve known her for so long now. She only uses those spells to protect and help others.”

“That’s the same reason I started learning them!” I exclaimed frustratedly.

Ominis sighed defeatedly. “I’m aware, Sebastian. I stopped raking you over the coals for that ages ago. Where is this coming from? You know you’re not going to talk me out of having feelings for her, right?”

I took a deep breath as well. “I know…” Standing up, I grabbed my book-bag off of the floor where I’d dumped it earlier. “I’m going to the library to study.” I told him dryly.

Séance’s POV

Ominis sat next to me in Defence Against the Dark Arts as usual, but he looked much more perturbed than he typically did.

“Is everything alright today, Ominis?” I asked him, whispering since we were supposed to be listening to Professor Hecat.

He continued looking forward but tilted his head toward me to hear more clearly. “I’m okay, but I think you need to speak to Sebastian.” Ominis murmured back, frowning.

My brow furrowed in confusion, “Why?” I asked him.

“I’ll not say more, you two need to have a discussion.”

And he stayed true to that sentiment, refusing to elaborate when I attempted to get him to throughout the class. The bells rang and the nervousness fluttering in my stomach became a full-on swarm as I made my way to Herbology class, knowing I’d see Sebastian there. I wondered why Ominis had said I needed to speak to him, and whether it was about something bad. Had I done something wrong, or was he still unhappy about me missing his duel?

I entered the Herbology room, my glance nervously flicking toward Sebastian. He was already seated, and even as I sat next to him, he refused to look at me.

“Hi, Sebastian…” I greeted him awkwardly.

“Séance.” He replied curtly.

“Okay, what’s wrong?” I asked, trying to level with him.

“What do you mean? Nothing’s wrong.” He replied flatly, still refusing to glance in my direction.

“Ominis told me I needed to speak with you. He wouldn’t say anything more than that.”

Sebastian laughed dryly, rolling his eyes. “Oh, did he now?”

“Okay seriously, Sebastian-” I began, but he quickly cut me off.

“We should pay attention to Professor Garlick.” He stated dismissively, turning his gaze toward the red-haired woman.

My brow pinched in concern, and I frowned, “That’s a first” I muttered.

Sebastian never had an issue ignoring teachers in favor of chatting with me before. It was clear he was upset, but I didn’t understand why. After all, I’d offered to postpone my plans and he had declined. I didn’t feel I'd earned his ire at all. Then again, he was known to have a temper sometimes. I decided to shrug it off and assumed things would improve on their own. If he didn’t start acting normal by the end of the day, then I’d bring the matter to his attention again.

The rest of class passed without incident, but also without Sebastian so much as looking at me. As the bells chimed to signify the end of the period, Sebastian turned to leave but I gently grasped his forearm to stop him.

“Sebastian, aren’t we walking to the next class together?” I inquired. We had every other day, given that we shared the same final period, where we’d join Ominis as well.

“I’ve got something I need to do before going to class.” He informed me shortly, pulling his arm away and heading off.

I sighed, gathering my belongings, and walked toward Professor Sharp’s classroom for final period.

“Who put a broomstick in his ass?” Imelda asked, watching Sebastian’s back as he hurried off.

“I don’t know. I must have done something to anger him.” I shrugged, looking over at her.

“Can’t imagine what.” She said, smirking as if she knew something more than I did.

I looked at her suspiciously. “What do you know?”

“Not much more than you do.” She replied, gesturing for me to enter Professor Sharp’s class ahead of her. I found Sebastian already seated. I felt my eyes narrow in irritation. He clearly lied about not being able to walk to class with me since he was here before me. I decided not to sit next to him and Ominis, and instead choose a station next to Imelda.

“So, you’re avoiding Sebastian now?” She asked, quirking an eyebrow. “Here I thought he was the one avoiding you.”

“Things are weird with him right now and I don’t know why.” I muttered, disgruntled. “I thought I should give him space until I figure it out.”

“I’ve an idea.” She smirked at me; a knowing glance shot my way.

“You do? What is it, then?”

“It’s because of your date with Ominis, of course.” She informed me flippantly with a wave of her hand.

I froze, squinting at her. “My what?”

She looked at me, brow furrowed and eyes narrowed “I heard him ask you out yesterday in the hallway. Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell anyone about it. I don’t care enough to anyway.”

My eye twitched as the synopses in my brain misfired. “I…I’m not going on a date with Ominis. He only asked me to The Three Broomsticks. We always go there together.”

“Alone?” She asked, putting an emphasis on the word.

I gaped at her in silence for a moment. “Well, no…”

“That’s what I thought.” Imelda made her point, tugging at the base of her top to adjust it.

“But why would Sebastian be treating me differently because of that?” I asked.

Imelda looked at me like I was a dolt and opened her mouth to answer, but Professor Black interrupted from right behind us.

“My apologies, ladies. I didn’t realize I was interrupting your social hour with my boring instruction. Shall I wait for your gossip about Mr. Sallow to conclude before I continue?” He asked, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

Both of us blushed, embarrassed at being confronted in front of the whole class. I knew my face was beet-red. Each of us muttered an apology.

“Ah, excellent.” Professor Sharp said and then retreated, continuing to teach. I couldn’t pay attention, more focused on Sebastian across the room and my thoughts of the situation at hand. I kept looking his way to see if he had a reaction to what our professor had said in front of the class. He met my stare a couple times, holding it for a few seconds, his face devoid of expression, before looking elsewhere.

‘That’s enough.’, I decided, ‘I’m talking to him after class’.

I had my supplies packed up before the bells even rang and sprang up the second I heard the first notes ring out. I saw Sebastian rushing to escape the classroom ahead of me, but I had been prepared for this and caught up to him.

“That’s it, you’re talking to me right now.” I commanded him authoritatively, grabbing his upper arm and pulling him back once we were far enough down the hallway.

With my hand on his arm, I could feel muscle that his robes hid well. In the last few years, he’d grown up quite a lot. He was now at least six inches taller than my 5’7 height, and I had to look upward to view his face. It was unlike when we first met, and our heights had only been centimeters apart. My hand, fully stretched, still didn’t even cover half of his bicep as I held onto it.

He turned to me, and his eyes flicked to mine, cold and dark. “Oh, am I?” He asked derisively, tearing his arm from my grasp. “And why should I do that?”

I blinked, caught off guard by this reaction. “Because we’re supposed to be friends.” I answered, desperately trying to figure out why he’d be this infuriated.

“Friends?” Sebastian repeated, his posture relaxing deceptively as he raked his hand through his messy brown hair. “I don’t think so.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat, my voice wavering slightly. “What is that supposed to mean?” I asked hollowly.

“A friend wouldn’t ditch me to go on a date with someone who’s like a brother to me!” His anger exploded again, and he paced back and forth, continuing to muss up his hair and make it even more wild.

“Sebastian…” I said softly, “I had no idea it was a date; you have to believe me.”

“Yeah, right!” He spat back, “You know what? I’m done with this conversation.” He stormed off, and I followed right on his heels.

I called after him several times, trailing him all the way to the dorms before he finally stopped to turn around.

“What do you want?!” He yelled; expression twisted in fury. “I don’t want to talk to you! I’m done with this, stop pestering me!”

I glared at Sebastian, crossing my arms over my chest. Stepping closer to him, I looked up at his enraged face.

“You’re really this petty? You’re going to end a four-year friendship over a misunderstanding? You have no right to treat me this way! Even if I wanted to go on dates, I could, Sallow. You don’t own me. You are so out of line it’s unbelievable.” I shouted, tears of frustration brimming my eyes. “I’ve sat around waiting for you to ask me out for years, Sebastian. Years, and you never did. I’ve turned down everyone else who asked in the pathetic hope that you might throw me a scrap of romantic attention. Meanwhile, I’ve had to stand by and watch you date a new woman every other month. So, you don’t get to do this. I’m the one who’s done.” I poked his chest, hard. “I’m done talking to you. And believe me when I say I’m done being friends with you, too.” I added, my voice trembling.

I turned and ran up the stairs to the female Slytherin dorm rooms, finally letting the tears fall onto my cheeks now that he could no longer see me.

Sebastian’s POV

“I’ve sat around waiting for you to ask me out for years, Sebastian.”

The words repeated themselves in my head several times before they fully registered. Why was I such an idiot? Why did I say I didn’t want to be friends with her anymore?

“I’m done being friends with you, too.”

My jaw finally shut, and I sprung into action.

“Séance, get back here! We’re not finished with this conversation!” I shouted after her, still clinging to my anger as I sprinted up the stairs.

Only, there were no stairs. It became a flat, slippery ramp and I stumbled back, sliding downward and finally landing on my ass. I grunted at the brunt of the fall, my cheeks reddening in embarrassment. If that wasn’t a lesson in humility, I didn’t know what was.

“Impressive,” Imelda said wryly. “That’ll win her over for sure.”

She smirked at me, and I could tell she was holding back laughter. How gracious of her. I stood up again, my fists clenched.

“Will you please get Séance to come down here?” I asked through gritted teeth.

“Why should I?” Imelda asked, that familiar judgmental tone in her voice. “It seems you’ve done enough already. You really messed this one up.”

“Please, Imelda, I’m begging you.” I stared at her, my expression hard and serious.

“Hmm…Alright. But only because you begged. I like Séance. I think she’ll be able to keep you in line. Someone has to.” She gave me an up-and-down glance then disappeared up the staircase.

I paced back and forth, awaiting Séance’s return at the bottom, our conversation on replay in my mind.

Séance’s POV

Imelda approached me, and I knew I looked like a full-on lunatic. I had tears running down my cheeks from when I was upset only a minute ago, but now I was also stifling laughter after what I’d just witnessed. Sebastian, fully in his rage-mode, getting dumped onto his ass by a magic staircase. I started chuckling all over again. There were too many emotions brewing within me. Embarrassment that I’d finally admitted my feelings for him, fear over what the things that had transpired between us would mean and how things would change moving forward, anger that he was treating me so poorly, helplessness over the entire situation, hurt that he tried to end our friendship over nothing, and humor over the staircase situation. I laughed again as I thought of it.

“I see you watched Sebastian’s staircase debacle.” Imelda said, a mirthful smile playing on her lips.

I smirked back at her. “It was quite a finale to a hellish display.”

She gave a bark of a laugh, then sat next to me on my bed, touching my shoulder. “Are you alright?”

I looked over at her, noticing for the hundredth time how pretty she was. For all her snark, surface-level narcissism, and detached demeanor, she was quite wonderful once you got to know her.

“Yes, Imelda, I’m fine. Thank you for checking on me.”

“That’s what I’m here for.” She said, leaning further on the bed and crossing her legs underneath her. “Well, that and…”

“And what?” I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose to take the edge off my headache. “What did Sebastian say to you?”

“He really wants you to go back down and talk to him. He literally begged me to come get you. As much as I usually love seeing a cocky, delusional man resort to begging, I did actually feel a bit bad for him.” She bit her index finger, looking off into the distance as she thought about it. “You are quite something to lose.”

“You should have heard the way he was talking to me, Imelda.” I refuted. “But thank you, that’s sweet of you to say.”

“I did hear him. Well, most of what he said, anyway. There’s a lot of passion in that man.” She grinned over at me. “That kind of passion transfers well into other areas, if you catch my meaning.”

I laughed a bit and then sighed, shaking my head. “Only you, Imelda.”

I blushed upon pondering what she’d said. Sebastian was nothing if not passionate.

“There is no one like me.” She remarked, her hand flat under her face to frame it and exaggerate her statement. “So, are you going to go talk to him?”

I groaned, tilting my head, and glanced toward her. “Should I?”

“I’ve got to say, I’m rooting for him. He’s got fire, that one. Men without fire are so boring.” She snickered. “Besides, you’re obviously mad for each other.”

My face reddened again as I opened my mouth to deny it, but I couldn’t. “How do you know?”

“Are you serious?” She scoffed, throwing her hand to the side in front of her. “For one, I could cut the sexual tension between you two with a knife. The way he looks at you- it’s like he’s a starving wolf and you’re a giant steak dinner.”

I laughed, rolling my eyes at her exaggeration.

“On a more serious note, I’ve observed both of you the last few years and you’re always taking care of each other. He’s loved you for a long time. Why do you think he dumps the girls he dates before things get too serious with them? Besides, even when others turned their backs on him, you never did. Why start now?”

Her last sentence rang in my ears, and I looked at her, shocked.

“What?! I do say something profound every once in a while.” She said defensively, raising her eyebrow at me. “What are you still doing here? Go, go. Get your man.” She shooed me away like a pet who was begging at mealtime.

“Alright.” I said, standing up. “And Imelda? Thank you.”

“It was nothing.” She waved me off as I left the room.

I silently made my way down the staircase, unsure if Sebastian would even still be waiting after so long. He was. I found him seated at the bottom of the stairs, against the opposite wall. His knees were bent, his elbows resting on them, and his long fingers wound through his hair. I could tell just by a glance that he was horribly upset. I got down on my knees in front of him.

“Sebastian,” I said gently.

“I’m sorry.” He said immediately, the words flat. It was obvious he was beating himself up over it all. “For everything. I didn’t mean it.”

I leaned forward and took his hands, gently untangling them from his hair and holding them in my own. His stayed limp and pliant.

“Look at me.” I requested, squeezing his hands in mine.

He slowly turned his face upward, meeting my gaze. His irises were dark and murky, his cheeks and eyes rouged. I could tell he had shed at least a few tears. My throat felt tight at the realization, and my eyes began to water. Sebastian had cried because of me.

“I’m sorry, too.” I whispered. “I didn’t mean it either.”

He shut his eyes and shook his head for a moment before staring back into mine.

“For what?” He asked. “You didn’t do anything wrong, I’m the one who started everything. I’ve been acting like an idiot because I’m jealous.”

“I’m sorry I hurt you. I never would have agreed to go with Ominis if I’d known he looked at it that way. You know that.”

“I know…” Sebastian admitted, his brow furrowed as he leaned his head back to rest against the cool stone of the wall. He seemed to have no energy left in him. “But jealousy obviously isn't the most logical of emotions.”

“Why are you jealous?” I asked, wanting to know the extent of how he felt.

His head lulled forward, and he gazed up at me with an obvious expression, his brows lifted emphatically. “You know why.”

I sighed, giving him an exasperated look. “You’re really going to make me-”

In one quick movement, he’d leaned forward, simultaneously pulling my hands so I fell closer to him. His full lips claimed mine and he freed one of my hands, his interlacing itself in my hair as he held my head to his own. He pulled back an inch, and I felt his breath against my lips.

“I’m in love with you.” He murmured, resting his forehead against mine. “I don’t want to be friends anymore because I want to be much more than that.”

My heart was hammering in my chest. I’d been waiting to hear those words, or any words like them, from him for so long. I leaned forward, kissing him once again. He reached around me and pulled my legs apart, tugging me onto his lap to straddle him as he deepened the kiss. My legs wrapped around his waist, his thighs supporting my backside. His tongue danced with mine and I moaned softly against his kiss, my hands entangled in his hair. He gently bit my lip, one hand reaching around to grab my ass and hold me closer to him while the other remained cupping the side of my face, stroking my cheek with his thumb.

“I love you too, Sebastian.” I said so softly it was almost a whisper.

His coffee-black eyes flicked up and down my face, taking in every inch of it. He breath came and went quickly, and I could feel his excitement brush against me. I stroked his cheek, running my thumb along the spray of freckles there.

“You’re beautiful.” He murmured, leaning in to kiss me again.

“I’m really going to have to cancel that date.” I said and groaned, breaking off the kiss. I was already feeling bad for Ominis.

“Yes, you are.” He confirmed, laying me on my back and hovering over me, his strong arm underneath my waist to prop me up. He began kissing down the crook of my neck, then back up until he got to my ear. “Because you’re mine now.”

#sebastian sallow fluff #sebastian sallow imagine #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow fanfic #hogwarts legacy fanfic #sebastian sallow hurt/comfort #sebastian sallow drama

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seedsinmygarden · 1 year ago

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Professor!OC Secretly Dating HLP

This was the only romantic thing I wrote for the Professors! I think this was so cute, especially Professor Ronen's! (This one also doesn't contain ALL the Professors, as the original request only said "some Professors.")

Word Count: 588 words

Tags/Warnings: Fluff galore, Aged-Up Non-MC Character (Professor!OC).

PROFESSOR WEASLEY: Thank Merlin Garreth hadn’t figured anything out yet! He has grown suspicious of the amount of time Professor OC spends in his aunt’s office… And truly, no funny business happening there even then! The couple prefer to sit down with a cup of tea by the fire and talk about the previous week. She appreciates Professor OC for listening to her miniscule rambles about what this student did or that, and she is eternally grateful for their comforting embrace when being Deputy Headmistress is too much of a headache for her.

PROFESSOR SHARP: Dates themselves, even in the secrecy of his office, are rare. He’s hosting detention far too often. (Garreth’s a cockblock fr) On the odd occasion they both do manage to find a free night together, it is spent hiding out and enjoying a bottle of rum together in the private professor’s room above the Three Broomsticks. No students at all. Just the two of them, quality time that Professor Sharp hasn’t had with someone ever since his wife had passed years ago. He’s happy to move on and find happiness in someone new… and he was sure that she was too.

PROFESSOR GARLICK: It is very hard to keep the relationship under wraps when it comes to Professor Garlick! The students love her to death, truly, and sometimes won’t even leave her alone. It comes to a point where Professor OC has to, quite literally climb in through the window of her private room in the Greenhouses just to be able to spend some time together. She calls them her sunshine, because they brighten her day just from seeing them and sharing a smile.

PROFESSOR RONEN: Dating Professor Ronen secretly? Good luck. This man will kiss the very ground Professor OC walks on. He tries not to make it so obvious, but fails far too often as he is constantly singing their praises or talking about something they had done recently. He also will send lovely notes charmed into an origami bird to fly right to Professor OC, wherever they are in the castle. Truly a gentleman, always smiling in Professor OC’s presence, and constantly letting them how just how much he appreciates having them in his life.

PROFESSOR ONAI: She sees it all coming. She knows. The true savior to the secrecy of your relationship. She is constantly prepared with answers to every question the students have, if they ever start questioning. Professor Onai is sure that the relationship with Professor OC is worth it, but she does fear the reaction her daughter will have and has insisted that neither of them utter a word to Natty of the relationship until Onai is confident that they are both ready to bring Professor OC into their family dynamic.

PROFESSOR KOGAWA: Professor OC meets Professor Kogawa upon their arrival to Hogwarts, and they had taken a rather immediate fascination to the flying professor. The way she cared for the students and the way she was confident in them when they didn’t feel confident in themselves… it intrigued Professor OC. They loved the way she treated their students. In their secret relationship together, Kogawa had even proven to be just as caring and kind to Professor OC and Merlin, Professor OC could have proposed on the first date.

HEADMASTER BLACK: He is married!!! … but he won’t mind having a little bit of fun, only as long as no students or professors find out. The affair would certainly be the talk of the school. Scandalous!

#hogwarts legacy #hl oc #fanfic #hogwarts #professor weasley #professor sharp #professor garlick #professor ronen #professor onai #professor kogawa #headmaster black #x reader #x oc #x mc #peter's fluxweed #scarletravenlegacy

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the-kcm-muggleborn · 6 months ago

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Kind For You

Fandom: Hogwarts LegacyO/C: Sebastian Sallow x Edwart Thompson x Ominis Gaunt ✨️platonic✨️ (My OC)

Warnings: None:)

Word count: <2k

Chapter 4

Part 8

Nurse Blainey kept Edwart on bedrest for far longer than he would have liked. He spent almost five days in the infirmary. In classic Edwart style, he was studying most of his hospital stay, making sure he was not behind other students. Ed got many visits and even small gifts, but the person he longed most for was Sebastian…

“And here's your discharge note to show your professors.” Nurse Blainey's voice put Edwart out of his brooding state. “Try to keep warm. I don't want to see you back here.” She smiled as Ed quietly thanked her and left the hospital wing only to see Ominis waiting for him.

“Ominis? What are you doing here?” Edwart was surprised but still asked with a smile.

“I heard you got released.” Ominis smiled as well. “Decided to see if you'd like to attend the dinner with me.”

“That's nice of you, but I was… erm. Going to my common room to freshen up. Would you like to walk me?”

“Yes, I'd like that. Wanted to speak with you anyhow.” Ominis’s face didn't reveal any emotions. Edwart was curious.

“So… how are you feeling?” Ominis asked as both boys were walking down the castle.

Edwart exhaled with a true smile. “Haven't felt this good in weeks. Can't remember the last time I slept so well… ”

Ominis copied Ed’s demeanour as he continued. “Nurse Blainey put me on mandatory bed rest. Couldn't get up much. As much as I do not want to admit it, being chained to the bed did me good.”

“If only I knew that Pneumonia was the way to keep you safe and contained in the castle.” Ominis chuckled.

“I guess that's true. Now I'm just longing for a shower.” Edwart said with a chuckle as they reached the lower staircase.

“Glad you're feeling better.” Ominis smiled. “I'll leave you to it then.”

“Thank you Ominis. I'll see you later.” Ed was feeling almost like a new person. Only his concern towards Sebastian was lingering at the back of his mind. He decided not to ruin this Saturday noon with his silly anxiety.

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Edwart climbed the stairs towards divination class. Natty asked for help with her mother- Professor Onai. Supposedly, Natsai needed Edwart to simply be there for her. Sounds doable in his book. She was there for him when he was in the hospital. He was thinking maybe it was time to trust a bit more and tell her the whole truth.

“Edwart. Hi. Thanks for meeting me.” Natty greeted him on the stairs.

“Of course. Let's erm- face your mother?” Edwart said uncertainly.

“Yes,” Natsai said as they took a few steps up the stairs to notice Professor Onai awaiting, Natty tried to placate her mother's frown. “You wanted to speak with me, Mother?”

Mrs. Onai shot a quick, strict look towards Edwart. “I had hoped to speak with you alone, Natsai.”

Natsai decided to ignore that. “Your message mentioned your concern about an unusual creature that was spotted in the woods near Hogsmeade.” She smiled innocently. “That could have been anything.”

“You know what it was, Natsai.” Her mother furrowed her brows.

“I am allowed to leave the castle. I am always careful Mother.” Natsai started arguing and Edwart was wondering why she even asked him to stand there awkwardly.

“Careful? Officer Singer disagrees. She sent me an owl telling me that you have been trying to collect evidence of some kind against Dark wizards. She berated me for not keeping a closer eye on you, and she is right.” Professor Onai took a deep breath. “I do not want you visiting Hogsmeade for the near future.”

“But, Mother-!” Natsai tried arguing but her mother interrupted her.

“My little gazelle, you are well-intentioned, but you must not meddle in the affairs of dangerous people.” Mrs. Onai touched Natsai's cheeky in a comforting manner, but she shook her off.

“If someone had 'meddled' in Matabeleland, Father would still be with us!” Natty was exasperated as Edwart bit his lip. He felt out of place listening to this family dispute.

Mudiwa Onai took her nose bridge in her two fingers, took a deep breath, and looked up at Edwart. “I must get to class. Perhaps your friend can get you to listen to reason.”

She walked away as Natty released her clutched fist. “She never listens to me.”

“Well, that was…I wonder-” Edwart rubbed the back of his neck. “She called you her 'little gazelle'. Is that a term of endearment where you're from?”

"It is specific to me.” Natsai signed. “I am the 'unusual creature' in Hogsmeade she mentioned. Self-Transfiguration is not taught at Hogwarts. So, l am gently discouraged from practising it. However- I am an Animagus.”

Edwart was bewildered. “That's so intriguing.”

Natsai continued with a smile. “And it is in my gazelle form that I have been able to wander the Highlands rather freely until now. Much to my mother's chagrin. That is how I have managed to spy on Rookwood and Harlow.”

“Now the nickname makes sense. What an extraordinary ability to have.” Saying Edwart was impressed was an understatement.

“It is. I love transforming, but Mother is less enthusiastic about it. She says that no creature - especially one as rare as a gazelle - should be bounding about where poaching has become so prevalent.”

“She may be right. What if something happens to you? What if you'd get captured.” Edwart voiced his concerns. He grew to really like Natsai.

“You know I am capable.” Natty took a deep breath. “She claims that she has foreseen tragedy befall me in my gazelle form.”

Edwart wanted to say something, but Natty shook her head and kept talking. “But she has used her sight to control me too many times. I no longer believe it.”

“Natty...” Edwart took a deep breath. “She's concerned for your safety. It may be best for you to stay away from Hogsmeade for now. I think your mother might be right…”

“That may be safe, but I do not believe that it would be best. Do you? You could have fled the moment you discovered that Rookwood, Harlow, and Ranrok were after you, but you did not.”

Edwart cringed at those words and shook his head. “No Natty I... I wasn't truthful the last time we spoke about all this. I didn't tell you the… whole truth.”

Natty didn't say anything for a moment. Then on her face appeared a lopsided smile. “I suspected as much.”

Edwart signed. “I know. You're clever… I'll tell you right now.”

Ed went on to tell Natty about everything, the dragon attack, the ancient magic, his adventures with Professor Fig, and his true connection to Ranrok, Rookwood, the Poachers, and Harlow.

“I- What on earth.” Natsai stood before Edwart bewildered.

“I know it's a lot to absorb,” Ed said unsure.

“It is. I have questions but that's for later.”

“Now you must understand why I did not have a choice. You do. You should listen to your mother. She wants what's safest for you.”

“I know you and her mean well. But I will not give up. I choose to act as you have. I must deal with Rookwood and Harlow, not hide from them.”

Edwart sighed heavily knowing she would not be persuaded and she would do something stupid and reckless.

“My mother cannot know where I am all the time.” Natty continued. “I have to go, but thank you for being here during that rather awkward conversation.”

“No trouble,” Edwart said. “But Natty?”

Natsai turned around and mused. “Hm?”

“Keep all this to yourself… please,” Edwart asked.

“Of course.” She smiled and went down the stairs.

Edwart was trying to convince himself telling Natty the truth was the right way.

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“There you are!” Sebastian joined Edwart, who was on his way out.

“What do you want, Sebastian?” Edwart said rather flatly. He had no intention of meddling in Sebastian's mess right now.

“I need your help,” Sebastian said as Edwart scoffed at his words.

“I'm busy. Go find someone else.” Edwart went outside the castle, but Sebastian followed quickly behind.

“Come on. I believe one of Slytherin's students stumbled upon the relic during an assignment to study sarcophagi in a catacomb North of Feldcroft.”

“So?” Edwart asked, discouraged.

Sebastian scoffed. “ ‘So?’ Are you cross with me or something? It's a lead. We can move forward with finding a cure for Anne.”

Edwart took a deep breath. He kind of didn't want to see Sebastian right now… and for the next few days. “Where were you the past week. I erm- was looking for you.”

“Oh, I was in the library most of the time. I wanted to see if I hadn't missed anything.”

Edwart sighed. “Alright. Let's take the floo powder to Feldcroft but-”

“Great. Let's go then.” Sebastian didn't even let Ed finish. He turned around towards Hogwarts floo powder, but then he felt a hand tug on the hood of his robe.

Edwart crossed his arms as he stood with a look telling his friend off. "First, we have to go to Hogsmeade. I was on my way there when you came with your typical chaotic mannerisms. Only after we can take the floo powder to Feldcroft.”

Sebastian rubbed his neck. “Ah yes. Hogsmeade… Sorry. Let's go.”

For once both boys walked in a blissful silence.

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“Alright. Stay here. I won't take long.” with that Ed walked away.

Sebastian kept an eye on him as Edwart walked over to Poppy Sweetings. “That's interesting.” He thought.

Sebastian sat on a stool at the bar. “One for me, Sirona,” He spoke with an eye, still clung to Edwart on the other side of the room.

“Sebastian Sallow… Jealous? Now I have seen it all.” Sirona Ryan's put a Butterbeer in front of him.

Sebastian scoffed. “Me? Please Sirona. How long have you known me…”

“All your Hogwarts life, Sebastian, and never have I seen you silently fuming with jealousy… especially over a guy.” Sirona teased.

“For the last time, Sirona.” Sebastian frowned. “I am not jealous. I am simply keeping an eye on him… He's hiding something from me.”

Sirona breathlessly laughed. “Like you're not? Sebastian, please.” With that, she walked away.

Sirona was smart and perceptive, but she did not know everything. Sebastian silently drank his Butterbeer, keeping a still eye on Edwart.

When suddenly Poppy put a hand on his arm, “Edwart hates being touched. That's… strange.” Sebastian thought. Instead of shaking Poppy off, Edwart put his hands on her shoulders. Sebastian didn't like what he was looking at.

Edwart turned around to look at his surroundings, and that's when he noticed Sebastian staring right at him. Ed furrowed his brows at the fact that Sebastian had been watching them. Sebastian quickly turned around on the stool. “Wow, that was awkward.” He thought and finished his butterbeer with one swig.

“Hey.” Edwart came over with a stoic face. “I'm all done. We can head out.”

“Ah. Alright.” He cleared his throat and stood up. “Thanks, Sirona.”

“Come again, anytime.” She said back with a smile as both boys headed out to Feldcroft.

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Thanks for reading Part 8. That one kinda sucked. It was full of small missions. Sorry for the photo quality. The lightning was awful in those screenshots, so I was unable to go around it. Fortunately, another one is coming soon. Hope you enjoyed it.

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gemwing1988 · 3 months ago

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The Cuphead Show: Dreamstones Edition TV Tropes

A/N: Warning, this fanmade TV tropes will contain for a future fanfiction. Please read with care and enjoy.

Abhorrent Admirer:

It was bad enough that Lexie and Katie are being the object of desire for the Devil and King Dice back in Heart, Soul & Mind, but they now have their TCS counterparts developing a Villainous Crush in them.

Once again, Anubis the Shadowbending jackal Bounty Hunter has his eyes on Natty, stubbornly determined then ever.

Poor Liam winds up getting one in the form TCS Cala Maria. Sure, she’s pretty as far as giant mermaids go but still…

In the separate summer special, “The Isle of Severus”, the titular antagonist becomes a second unwanted suitor for Lexie.

Accidental Karma:

Actually Pretty Funny: While the Devil did deny finding one Cuphead’s jokes funny before he laughs at the last one when they were reaching their turn on the Obliterator, the Devil actually find Katie’s Pokémon themed joke concerning a bus to be hilarious.

Adaptational Karma:

Instead of ditching both Cuphead and Mugman and went on ahead to win the recital competition by passing Cuphead’s song as his own, Ludwig ends up losing, prompting him to throw a tantrum and accidentally confessed to the audience and the judge he stole Cuphead’s song, causing him to unintentionally ruin his reputation and deemed a phoney to the public eye. Of course, he still gets a piano dropped on him and had to be sent to a hospital… where a certain demon makes a call.

Adaptational Nice Guy:

With the Dreamstones being his moral compass, Cuphead is mellowed down a bit and tries his hardest to go down the right track… most of the time.

With Say Cheese being adapted out, Elder Kettle doesn’t display any of his less savoury behaviour.

Adapted Out:

A handful of some episodes either the authoresses don’t like will either be adapted out. The following are Baby Bottle, Another Brother, Piano Lessons, Say Cheese and Lost in the Woods.

Baby Bottle himself will be adapted out due to the removal of his titular episode in the fanfic adaption as well as Bowlboy in Another Brother. It’s left to debate about Ludwig.

The scene of the Devil falling into a thorn bush and getting tangled in some brambles in the retelling of “Roadkill” is edited out and replaced with him falling down the overly long stairways leading out the Underworld and having to climb them back up again before collapsing in exhaustion. The part with the rabbit biting his nose stays the same with a slight change of dialogue when he spots it hopping over to him.

Adults are Useless:

Averted for the main protagonists as well as Misterie.

Subverted on Elder Kettle’s part whenever he goes Papa Wolf in some fanmade episodes.

Played straight for most of the other residents of the Isles, most especially when it concerns the Devil popping up.

Affectionate Nickname:

Amusement Park of Doom:

Ascended Extra:

The Devil makes more appearances in some fanmade episodes, making the Big Bad he was meant to be.

King Dice gets a bit more action in some fanmade episodes starring him as well while he only had four appearances in one episode person season (two if you count his smaller role in “The Devil and Ms. Chalice”).

Baddie Flattery:

Berserk Button:

Butt-Monkey: An OC in the form of a toon weasel has the worst of luck on the Isles where he owes the Devil his soul and his sole purpose in existence is being a gag character who has a string of misfortunes that would give Scrat from Ice Age a run for his money

Big “NEVER!”:

Big “NO!”:

Big “WHAT?!”:

Bound and Gagged: In “Rolling in the Dice”, Lexie sadly winds up as the victim of this trope after King Dice catches her spying on him backstage and develops his Villainous Crush in her, locking her in his dressing room during the rest of the show.

Changed My Jumper:

Cheaters Never Prosper:

Crazy Jealous Guy:

Despite a Nail:

Although they’re prevented from sucking up the nourishments from Elder Kettle’s garden to spite the Cups, the Root Pack still run away in terror.

Although he loses to the Dreamstones and the Cups in the music competition and accidentally reveals he had cheated by stealing Cuphead’s song, ruining his reputation, Ludwig still gets a piano dropped on him courtesy of one of his rivals instead of Mugman.

In the adaption of Cupstaged, the Dreamstones convince Cuphead not to sabotage the Devil’s audition in petty revenge and not to ruin Mugman’s moment to shine. However, despite the Devil performed a successful performance, he still didn’t get the role he wanted and had to play the part of Chatman. However, he still gets a Throw the Dog a Bone moment where it’s revealed that the villain in the play does a Heel-Face Turn and is adored as a reformed character.

In the retelling of Roadkill, rather than falling into a thorn bush and getting tangled in its brambles (Gemwing1988’s least favourite scene) after he stepped on a pine cone, the Devil winds up falling back down the stairways and is forced to climb back up again, collapsing in exhaustion. However, he still gets his nose chomped by a rabbit while the mishap with the thorn bush will be recycled and passed onto the weasel OC in one scene of one of the Devil’s attempts to nab his soul.

The Dreaded: As the main antagonist, the Devil is the most feared creature in all of the Inkwell Isles. And despite his silliness, he is still a main threat to the Dreamstones.

Easily Forgiven:

Engineered Public Confession:

Entitled to Have You: Once again, the Terrible Trio are the Dreamstones’ unwanted lovers.

Everyone Has Standards:

Even Evil Has Standards:

Floating in a Bubble: In the retelling of Roadkill, the Bubbles of Failure also bubble up anything the Devil greatly desires… such as a bride as Katie ends up inside a bubble, prompting Lexie and Natty to protect her from the Devil while thinking of a way to free her.

Hand Gagging: The Devil does this on Katie twice.

Here We Go Again:

Humiliation Conga:

As the Karmic Butt-Monkey, Dice ends up facing his comeuppance in the most humiliating way, whether it’s trying to steal Lexie away from Liam, trying to capture Katie and Cuphead or stealing Natty’s wand.

While nowhere near the extent of Dice, the Devil and Anubis have their moments of bad luck and humiliation at the hands of the Dreamstones. Such as the Devil still getting his nose bitten by a mischievous bunny after he collapsed in exhaustion when he had to climb up the stairways in the Underworld again after he fell down on them.

Hypocrite:

I Have You Now, My Pretty:

I Love You Because I Can’t Control You:

Anubis, stubborn as ever to make Natty his despite her defiance and sassy personality.

TCS Devil and King Dice pretty much inherited this attitude from their game counterparts when they set their sights on Katie and Lexie.

Irony: The Devil says he loves it when his victims run before he gleefully chases after the terrified Cups and humans, but he gets extremely annoyed and offended when they escaped him after they tricked him into destroying the Soul Ball machine, freeing all of the souls.

The Devil: (exclaims in outrage as he sees the group running through the exit) You don’t get to run away!

I Want Them Alive!:

Karmaic Butt-Monkey: TCS King Dice has it a lot worse than his game counterpart this time ‘round.

Know When to Fold ‘Em: Even though he had never met the Devil (nor does he ever wish to), Severus greatly fears Old Scratch and is content with ruling his island by his own means without having to give away his soul.

Laser-Guided Karma:

Whenever the Terrible Trio are up to no good in antagonising the Dreamstones, karma is always a corner away.

Hector Wolfe (@akluthor1998’s OC), faces his own comeuppance every time. It takes a few episodes until karma puts him in his place for good.

Lovely Assistant: In “A Bunch of Hopus Pocus”, Katie and Lexie get picked out by Hopus Pocus to be his two volunteers for a couple of acts in his magic show, only to realize too late that it was all a set up to send them directly into the waiting arms of the Devil and King Dice.

Loves the Sound of Screaming: When it comes to terrified people screaming in his presence, the Devil loves it as though their screams were more like cheers of praises.

The Devil: (smugly satisfied) My fans, they just can’t get enough of me.

Mama Bear:

Mass “Oh, Crud!”:

Meet Cute:

Named by the Adaptation: The toon elephant in the green overalls is named Eddie in the Fanfiction while the elderly female elephant is his grandmother named Ellie.

Nice Job, Fixing It, Villain!:

Oh, Crud!:

Offscreen Karma: Given what a terrible place it had been in her flashback episode, the Orphanage of Fear Ms. Chalice had ran away from could be the same orphanage the meteor hurtling towards to as reported in the Inkwell Blotter Henchman had read to the Devil. Which means, if the meteor had destroyed it, that would mean that the harshly strict penguins caretakers would be out of a job after how they had previously ran the place and punish Chalice for trying to have fun and showing off her talents. Thankfully, the orphans had make it out it’s left debatable about what would become of them afterwards.

Oh No, Not Again!:

Papa Wolf:

Scooby-Doo Doors:

Screams Like a Little Girl: King Dice is more prone to doing this in several fanmade episodes.

Stalker With a Crush:

Stalker Without a Crush:

When he’s not busy trying to force Katie to be his queen, the Devil spends most of his time trying to steal Natty’s magic wand as well as Lexie and Cuphead’s souls.

Dice pretty much puts aside his obsession with Lexie at least once or twice to focus on capturing Katie and Cuphead to get back into the Devil’s good graces and continue being Old Scratch’s number one.

Terrible Trio: Anubis with the TCS Devil and King Dice.

Throw the Dog a Bone: Due to the Dreamstones telling Cuphead not to resort to sabotaging him back, the Devil performed his audition without any interference. However, he doesn’t get the lead part as Cup Rogers and winds up o playing as the villain instead, much to his disappointment. On the other hand, the character he plays as has a sympathetic backstory and gets redeemed at the end, meaning that most people adore reformed villains as much as heroes.

Toast of Tardiness: Katie once ran late for her shift at Misterie’s Mystic Grotto and had to run all the way to the shop with a waffle in her mouth while carrying a bottle of soda she grabbed out of the fridge to wash it down (she didn’t had time to pour in a glass of orange juice much less saw any sense in carrying and drinking from a glass cup while running).

Toon Transformation: Happens to the Dreamstones, Matt and Liam once again after they’re accidentally transported into the TCS world.

Trapped in Another World:

Villain Takes an Interest:

Villainous Breakdown:

Villainous Crush:

A Want for a Nail:

In the retelling of Root Pack, the Dreamstones stopped the Root Pack from drinking up the nourishments from Elder Kettle’s garden and swelling up and they scare the con artists away. Elder Kettle’s “babies” are safe and grew up big and healthy enough to be made for his famous vegetable stew which helping serves to the main cast after recovering from his bad back.

Since the Devil earned Sally’s approval in his audition and the Dreamstone persuaded Cuphead not to sabotage, Mugman performed his audition without any mishaps and actually gets the starring role as Cup Rogers with Natty and Katie sharing the lead role as the leading lady as separate characters.

Despite he was given the part as Chatman, the Devil surprisingly gets the Throw the Dog a Bone treatment where his character has a sympathetic backstory and is reformed at the end, earning the admiration of the audience.

In the retelling of Roadkill, the Devil hops backwards and winds up falling down the stairways and is forced to climb them back up again after he stepped on the pine cone. That would make much more sense and is much funnier.

We Could Rule Together: The Devil says this word for trope when he when he declared to Katie he will make her his queen.

What the Heck, Hero?!:

You Have Got to Be Kidding Me!:

#The Cuphead Show #Cuphead #Mugman #Ms. Chalice #Elder Kettle #Cuphead the Devil #Cuphead Henchman #King Dice #Cuphead fanfiction #My persona #My OC #Friends’ OC’s #Self insert #Something I did for fun

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jeongyunhoed · 4 months ago

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As seen on my FF.net Also seen on my Ao3

Following the events of fifth year, a new adventure awaits for Norah Lee. Boys, exams, school events, common room parties, and old foes outside of Hogwarts. Even battling pensieve guardians was easier than this.

Main Pair: OC / Ominis Gaunt Genre: Adventure/Angst/Fluff (it's a little of everything, tbh)

KEEP IN MIND: Characters are aged up (even if the story's got them in sixth year) to make it more appropriate. Time period is leaning towards the modern day so in case you might find anachronisms in the dialogue or references, this is why. This may also be quite a lengthy fic too.

BE WARNED: Social anxiety, mentions of blood and injury, grief, drinking, kissing but nothing more than that, death (this is Hogwarts Legacy, after all)

P.P.S: This chapter, or at least the first part is also known as: Ominis Gaunt and the Chamber of Secrets. Also, some poor attempt at writing a kissing scene, AND Amit does the hard thing while also uninentionally hurting two people.

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Chapter 22

Sebastian stepped inside the Undercroft one afternoon, removing his scarf and gloves only to realize how cold the space still was. Ominis and Norah followed close behind as he told them after Herbology that there was something he wanted to show them, something he knew Norah also knew about. It had been a few weeks since the Hufflepuff party, and the Yule Ball was closer than ever and it was all everyone could talk about including the teachers. That hadn't stopped them from going with Norah's plan during their weekend visits to Hogsmeade, already finding a few Astronomy tables in the area. They had agreed to visit the coast next for more of the tables during the summer holidays.

With winter break coming the day after the ball, Sebastian came to the conclusion that he needed to bow out. There really wasn't a chance for him with Norah, who seemed sure that she liked Ominis, and that Ominis liked her too. This would be the only time he didn't let his stubbornness get in the way, and yet, Sebastian was quite okay with it. Perhaps, he felt, he had long been okay with it for some time, even before knowing how Ominis felt about her.

And as he had suspected, that day in the Room of Requirement, he had a feeling Amit, Henry, and Natty knew of this as well. It seemed like everyone in their friend circle knew that Norah and Ominis liked each other except for them. Unconsciously, an amused smile formed on his lips at the thought.

His best friends were and are idiots. That was enough for him, he thought.

"Oh, it's so cold," Came Norah's shaky voice as she stepped in, brushing the snow off her shoulders. Behind her was Ominis, who seemed unfazed as he sensed Sebastian already waiting for them.

"Sebastian, what were you going to show us?" the blonde asked as they approached him.

"I found this among Norah's notes and letters a few weeks ago in the Room of Requirement," Sebastian immediately took out the old bit of parchment from his bag to show to them. "Where did you find this?"

Norah immediately knew what he meant. "Oh, when we went into the Scriptorium. I saw it on Slytherin's desk," She kept glancing at Ominis as she said it. "I-I actually had wanted to ask Ominis about this, or anyone who might know, but I feel like having undergone the cruciatus curse was enough excitement for that day."

"What do you mean?" Ominis asked curiously, his wand-bearing hand pointing at the bit of parchment Sebastian held up to him. "...His journal entry. You have Salazar Slytherin's journal entry."

"Yeah, and it mentions him being annoyed that Godric Gryffindor wasn't as obsessed with blood status and also," Norah pointed to the bottom part of the entry. "Putting a creature to sleep for a descendant of his to unleash on those unworthy of being here."

That part sent chills down their spines, and the blonde's expression stiffened. "Slytherin was never done with his pureblood mania...this is cruel," He muttered.

"Yeah," Norah nodded. She suddenly remembered her field guide. "There's also something I saw in the girls' bathroom on my first days here. There's one particular sink that's got the Slytherin logo on the tap. I know that doesn't sound out of the ordinary, but-"

The two boys knew what she meant. "You mean that creature thing Slytherin put to sleep is in Hogwarts?" Sebastian added.

"There is a chance, isn't there?" Norah turned to Ominis as well. "Somewhere in this castle, Slytherin placed a creature that can kill those he thinks are unworthy to study magic. And somewhere in this castle is the entrance to where that creature is."

While Ominis looked disturbed, Sebastian was intrigued. "If we're to believe this entry, then many of us are in danger," Ominis closed his eyes in exasperation. "Then again, it is Salazar Slytherin...we've had to use the Cruciatus curse to avoid dying in his traps, it's not entirely unusual for him to hide a monster here."

Ominis could tell Sebastian and Norah were waiting for him to say more. "...You want us to go down there?!" He gaped. "Have you two gone mad?!"

"How are we going down there? We don't even know how to go there or where in Hogwarts it is," Norah shrugged.

"I can look up what might be down there...And I think I'll have to go to the restricted section for that," Sebastian suggested. "I reckon no on else is going to tell us about that..."

"My family knows," Ominis suddenly said, looking down. "I mean...I've heard things, especially what Marvolo would tell me, about Slytherin's serpent being hidden away in this castle. My parents would often talk about how one day that...chamber would be opened by someone in the family. They were hoping it would be me but...of course I wouldn't."

"Hmm," Sebastian turned to Norah curiously. "Down there, at the caverns where the repository is, do you think there's a way to that chamber from there?"

Norah shrugged. "I have no idea."

"Didn't we swear not to engage in anything that Salazar Slytherin has left behind in this castle? After what we've had to go through in the Scriptorium, that should be enough already," Ominis pointed out, his voice almost pleading. He didn't want to remember Norah getting cursed again. He didn't even want to remember somewhat witnessing that Norah was cursed by Nicholas Carrow that had her bleeding all over.

With the topic of the secret chamber having been brought up between them, Ominis knew this needed to stay within the confines of the Undercroft. If anyone knew the story behind the chamber, all eyes would be on him if the creature would be unleashed. He pointed his wand at the bit of parchment again, feeling a hint of concern at what his ancestor intended. It meant that Norah might be in trouble if ever that creature came out.

As much as Ominis despised having anything to do with Salazar Slytherin, what Norah and Sebastian brought up made him remember what his late aunt Noctua Gaunt believed in. He always saw Hogwarts as another place of refuge aside from the Sallow home, and knowing what his ancestor had kept in the depths of the school, only time could tell when that chamber would be opened.

If he had the same beliefs as his beloved aunt, shouldn't he also take the same step in changing the way his ancestor was perceived? It seemed like a lost cause.

A million thoughts ran in Ominis' mind the more Sebastian and Norah talked about the journal entry. That meant muggle-borns would be in danger. That might include Norah as well.

"Ominis?"

The blonde snapped out of his thoughts, sensing that both Norah and Sebastian were looking at him, waiting for him to say something. He tilted his head toward Norah, catching the faint whiff of her perfume that meant she was standing a lot closer to him, or at the very least, leaning toward him.

"Ominis?" Norah asked again, her hand hovering over his arm. She turned to Sebastian. "I think we broke him..."

Sebastian snorted as Ominis blinked a few times, gaze shifting to Norah. "I-I just remembered something, that's all," He said. "My aunt Noctua."

"Oh," The two of them exchanged looks. "Do you think she knew where the entrance to that chamber is?"

Ominis nodded. "It was..a heavily guarded secret. It's impossible for anyone in my family not to know about it. It was passed down from one of my great-grandfathers, Corvinus, who was a student here when he found it. He knew what it meant, knew where it was and was the one who kept it a secret. He even found a way to disguise the entrance when Hogwarts at the time was installing a new plumbing system. But he never opened it. I guess it's because he didn't want to take the responsibility of killing off all Muggle-borns in this school at the time."

Sebastian shook his head. "He holds that kind of prejudice against Muggle-borns, wanting to rid the school of them but all of a sudden he doesn't want to assume responsibility for killing them off in Hogwarts?"

"As you know very well, Sebastian, many of my relatives don't exactly have rational explanation or logic as a strong trait," Ominis pointed out.

"Well, we don't need to figure that out now. I'll head to the library to see what I can find out about this chamber and what's inside it aside from this journal entry," Sebastian nodded. He hastily put his scarf back on. "If you two will excuse me, I think I'll go to the library now. I'll see you two at dinner."

Ominis and Norah watched him leave, with an unusual skip in his step as the doors of the Undercroft closed behind him. That left the two of them alone. The two of them turned to each other. "You know," Norah went to the couch near the fireplace and sat down. As she saw Ominis follow her, there was something she noticed. It had only occurred to her how the usually-prim and proper Ominis Gaunt, looked a little too casual this time. His tie was loose, and judging from the outlines of his sweater, his waistcoat was undone. She remembered the button she saw on the desk in the Room of Requirement. "If we look for this chamber, it'll just be like the time we went back to the mine."

"Going into the mine again seems like a better adventure than to revisit Salazar Slytherin's old...haunts," Ominis said quietly. "First the Scriptorium and now this...what am I getting into with you?"

"Me?" Norah chuckled.

Ominis wanted to say something more. Yes, you. I find myself in these situations because it's so easy for you to convince me. One word from you and I'm in, all the way. I'm crazy about you, he thought. "You've got a habit of risking your life. Maybe you belong in Gryffindor."

Norah snorted. "I think it was my ambition to see everything through that's what got me into Slytherin. But I suppose you are right," She smiled. "I have been told I look good in red."

"Told by who?" Ominis raised a brow, a sly smile creeping up on his face.

"Told by plenty of people. Outside Hogwarts, that is," Norah continued to joke, wanting to see the blonde laugh. She smiled to herself. "Any plans for Christmas holiday? I'm going home."

"I-" Ominis stopped to think. "I was thinking of going with Sebastian to Feldcroft. But then it would just be the two of us since Anne's going back to St. Mungo's by the time we arrive. I'd hate to think I'd have to go back home. All eyes would be on me since Marvolo's definitely going to spend Christmas with his wife."

That gave Norah an idea. "Do you want to spend Christmas with my family?" She asked. "My parents would love to have you all come and have Christmas with us. Although, we should probably be careful in case our muggle neighbors catch anything."

"Where do you live?" Ominis was curious, tilting his head toward her.

"London," Norah replied. She sat up. "Then that's settled. You, Sebastian, and Anne can spend Christmas with me and my family in London! We'll have a good time. It's going to be my first Christmas at home since fifth year."

Ominis' expression softened. No way was he not going to take that chance. "That...that would be nice."

He could tell Norah was grinning from ear to ear. "I'll write to my parents right away. The guest rooms have to be ready for the three of you. I'd invite Natty to come too, but she'll obviously be spending it with Professor Onai. Henry's also going home."

"In that case," Ominis took a breath as he turned to face Norah. "Will you go with me to the Yule Ball?"

"...What?" Norah stared at him, her expression dropping in surprise.

"Will you...go with me to the Yule Ball?" Ominis repeated. "Sebastian was thinking of asking Adele, so that leaves me alone."

She studied his expression to discern whether he was serious. "...Were you going with Sebastian to the ball?"

Ominis snorted, making her laugh. "That's not what I meant. I meant-" He paused, clearing his throat. "If no one's asked you, I suppose we can go together. If you'd like to, that is."

"Yes, we can go together," Norah smiled.

There was a reason why Sebastian hastily left the Undercroft. The very reason was behind the fireplace in the library, where the quidditch uniform-clad Adele was waiting rather anxiously. She lit the fire so as not to attract any attention, and at the moment, she didn't want to be noticed. The fire was immediately put out by a blast of ice, making her stand up from the chair, and in came Sebastian, who dropped his bag and scarf. Sebastian quickly lit the fire again before taking her into his arms, the two of them kissing each other hungrily.

"Spin the Bottle's certainly changed your tune," She smirked against his lips, making him lean in for more. Sebastian held her flush against him, backing her against the wall. "It's certainly changed mine..."

The Slytherin boy hummed, his hands roaming her back, wanting to maybe remove the robe as his hands momentarily brushed against the hems. "I needed some closure, that's all..."

"Closure?" Adele pulled away slightly, her lips barely away from his. Both of their cheeks were flushed, his lips especially swollen. "Finally got over her, huh?"

"Yeah. I'm not mad about it," Sebastian pecked her lips a few times. "I hope you're not."

"The Slytherin heartthrob, Sebastian Sallow," Adele grinned, her hands in his hair. "We really need to stop meeting like this."

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean, we've been meeting like this since the party," Adele's fingers were tangled in his locks. "I mean we should go on a proper date. It won't be long before people find out about you and me..."

Sebastian rested his forehead on hers. "I know, I know. It's just-"

"You think Nellie might find it weird?" Adele was curious. "She's so hung up on Amit, if you must know, I don't think she'll mind one bit."

Her breath hitched when Sebastian leaned in to kiss her neck. "...You knew Nellie and I used to date?" He muttered against her skin.

"Who doesn't know you and Nellie used to date?" Adele closed her eyes, sighing in content. When Sebastian started sucking on her neck, she gently pulled away a little to make him stop. "No hickies, please. No one on the team's going to live it down," She whispered.

"Alright," Sebastian sighed, leaning back up to kiss her. "You know, on the way here, I spotted Henry and Natty snogging near the Restricted Section."

Adele giggled and shook her head. "Those two have been snogging every chance they get. Get used to it," She kissed him, making him smirk.

"Alright, alright. It's not like I told them I saw them," Sebastian said in between kisses. "Then Hogsmeade this weekend?"

Adele nodded, nipping his lower lip. "I'd love to."

"And then the Yule Ball?"

"I'd love to too," Adele smiled. "About time you asked me."

They pulled away, the Slytherin boy looking at her in awe. "Good thing we agreed to this, Adele Kang."

"Likewise, Sallow."

Amit was up in the Astronomy tower, taking deep breaths. He was finally going to do it. He was finally going to make clear whether or not he wanted a relationship. It was between Samantha and Nellie, two of the coolest girls in school, and two of the coolest in sixth year. He didn't want to lead them on any longer. Amit took a step forward, then another, and then another, until he found himself in the Transfiguration courtyard.

There Nellie was, laughing and chatting with Adelaide Oakes, who seemed to throw glances in his direction. Amit cleared his throat and approached her, his palms starting to get a little sweaty. "Uh Nellie, can I have a word with you?" He asked, trying to suppress his nerves.

Nellie smiled and got up. "I'll talk to you in a bit, Adelaide," She said. "We should go in that room," She pointed to the closet next to the doors that led to the Bell tower.

Amit nodded, following her confident strides towards the room, closing the door behind him and locking it for the meantime. Once he closed the door, he was met with a pair of lips on his own. His eyes widened in surprise as Nellie pulled away, looking quite hopeful.

"Sorry, I couldn't resist," She giggled. "So, what did you want to talk about?"

There was no time like the present.

"I'm not looking for a relationship right now," Amit blurted out.

The Gryffindor girl's expression fell. "...What?"

"I'm," Amit paused. "Not looking for a relationship right now."

Nellie looked down. "...Is it because you're actually in love with Samantha?"

The Ravenclaw boy shook his head. "No, it's not because of that. I just think a relationship is not something I'm looking for right now, what with NEWTs and preparing for seventh year. I still don't know what I want to do with my life, and I know that getting into a relationship when this is what's happening is wrong."

"So do I. So does everyone," Nellie said quietly, her eyes welling with tears.

Amit took her hands in his own. "I know, but for me, I want to be fully committed, I want to be ready when I do. I want to get my life together before thinking about pursuing anyone."

Nellie nodded. "I...understand. I understand," She burst into tears and unlocked the door to leave, Amit sighing as he could hear her sobs.

He still needed to go to the greenhouses. Amit quietly slipped into the corridor of the History of Magic classroom. He needed to get it over with even if it meant he'd have to hear both girls cry. The Ravenclaw boy soon found himself in Central Hall and down the stairs to the greenhouses. As he walked in, he saw Samantha sitting on the bench by the dirigible plum tree. "Samantha?" He called out, making the brunette look up.

"Over here," She waved him over, making him climb down the stairs. Samantha patted the space next to her.

Amit took another breath as he joined her. "So," He turned to face her. "I need to tell you something."

"You're not ready for a relationship."

He stared at her. "You knew I was going to say that?"

Samantha nodded. "I overheard you talking to Henry about it, so I've known for a while."

Amit cleared his throat. "Then, I want to say it to you. I'm not looking for a relationship right now."

Samantha looked crestfallen, tearing up at his words. "...Wow. It doesn't make it hurt less."

"I'm sorry, I really am," Amit tried to explain. "I just want to explain why."

Samantha shook her head. "Please don't. We both know it's because of Nellie."

"No, no, it isn't," Amit sighed. "I actually came from the Transfiguration courtyard. I told Nellie the same thing. I'm not looking for a relationship at all."

"Oh," Samantha looked down. "And then I was beginning to think it was also because of Norah. Everyone seems to fancy her."

Amit shook his head. "It's not because of Norah, but I see why you'd say that. She's been telling me to tell both of you how I felt because she said it was wrong to keep leading both of you on."

Samantha's expression stiffened. "So it is because she told you to."

"What? No, no it isn't! She's my friend, Samantha," Amit tried to explain.

But Samantha, however, wasn't having it. "Friend? She's been telling you all this time to tell me and Nellie. She-she couldn't handle not being the center of attention so she made you think like this, didn't she?"

Amit's eyes widened. "Samantha, please-"

She got up. "And then I was naive enough to ask for her help in putting that crest back to Marmaduke's tomb...I turn my back and she doesn't hesitate to stab me."

Amit shook his head. "Samantha! She has nothing to do with this!" He said. "You're sounding like you want me to date both you and Nellie at the same time."

Samantha huffed, glaring daggers at him. "Amit Thakkar, I can't believe you'd be so easily tricked into breaking things off under the pretense of not wanting a relationship."

"Because it's true! I'm not looking for one right now!" Amit kept glancing around in case someone was nearby. It was certain that Professor Garlick was in one of them. "Even before Norah said anything, I knew I wasn't looking for one!"

Samantha was still glaring daggers at him, and she hastily wiped the tear that rolled down her cheek. "Amit, I like you. I really do."

"I'm sorry," Amit stood up. "I never meant to hurt you. Please know that."

Samantha wiped her eyes. "I just-I just need to be alone right now, Amit."

He nodded and walked off, his head hung as he heard Samantha's sobs. Amit felt like the grim reaper as he went back to the Defense Against the Dark Arts tower, back to the Astronomy tower to continue filling out his star charts. It wouldn't be long before many of the people in their year knew about it. As he passed by the Room of Requirement, he saw Norah coming out, fixing her supply of newly brewed potions.

"Oh hey," She said. "Something wrong?"

"I told Nellie and Samantha," Amit revealed. "I made clear to them that I wasn't looking for a relationship and-" He swallowed. "I think I need to stop hanging out with you, or be seen with you."

Norah looked confused. "What?"

"Samantha thinks you tricked me into breaking things off with her and Nellie. I tried to explain but it seems like she won't listen to me."

"Oh...I'm sorry," Norah tried to pat his shoulder, only for him to step back.

"No, please Norah, I hope you understand. I'm doing this for you too. If Samantha thinks that way, there's a chance people might have overheard and start thinking of you the same way."

Norah nodded, fully realizing the situation. "Still, I'm sorry you've had to go through that."

Amit looked down. "Yeah, I am now going through that. We'll hang out again when things have died down. Sorry, Norah."

He sighed and walked off, climbing up the stairs to the Astronomy Tower.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy angst #hogwarts legacy fluff #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #garreth weasley #amit thakkar #leander preewett #samantha dale #natsai onai #poppy sweeting

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devzik · 2 years ago

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Can't stop thinking about this so I'm writing and posting it. Can't stop me (not that I think anyone would).

I hope this helps. S.S

Synopsis: Sharing a dorm with Sebastian usually ment being able to sneak out easier or congregating around eachothers beds as a casual place to hang out. But when his nightmares take a turn for the worse Devzik finds out about another benefit to it, one that becomes integral to him getting a full night's sleep.

Word count: 2k

Tags: Fluff, Anxiety, Cuddling, Bad dreams/Nightmares.

Relationship: Sebastian Sallow x m!MC (original character)

Note: There is another one of my OCs mentioned in this but he's not that important to the story as a whole.

Devzik was glad he shared a dormitory with Sebastian and Ominis in his 6th year. He found it easier to sleep in a room with people who he knew well, but never wanted to admit that to either of them. Regardless of his secrecy, Sebastian had figured it out within the first few weeks, noticing how less sleep deprived he looked even though he'd still sneak out almost every night. Sadly within the second month of the year Devzik started to look lethargic again, having fallen asleep in Posions class and almost getting his hand bit by a Chomping Cabbage. From what Sebastian could tell nothing had actually changed, that didn't stop him from worrying about his friend.

"Dev, you doing alright?"

Sebastian had jogged up to him after D.A.D.A, having noticed how withdrawn he was in class.

Devzik rolled his eyes, not wanting to have this conversation in the middle of the hall or at all. "Yes Seb, I'm fine."

"You sure? You're not yourself lately." He paused with a frown. "Actually, you seem more like how you were at the start of last year."

Devzik stopped walking and aggressively turned to Sebastian. "Drop it, Sallow." He then walked away from him with his hands in his pockets.

The use of his last name had hurt but proved to him that something was wrong. He needed to ask someone for advice on how to get him to tell him what was happening. Ominis being the only person that would have a level head about this; Natty being overly motherly towards Devzik and Poppy having no filter. So he sent him an owl, asking him to meet in the Undercroft. The letter was vague in hopes that he'd hurry and it worked. Within the hour Ominis was entering the Undercroft with a mildly annoyed expression. Sebastian being sat on the floor, twiddling his thumbs.

"Why must you be so vague. You know I'd be here as soon as I could regardless of the contents of the letter."

"It's about Devzik." Sebastian sighed having stayed seated.

"Actually I take it back, that would have changed my response." Ominis put his wand away while pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

Sebastian lightly hit the back of his head against the piller he sat infront of, as he looked up at the other. "Please don't be that way. I get it, this is a common occurrence, skip to the helping with my problem part."

Ominis crossed his arms. "Fine. But if it's about his inability to stay awake during classes, I can't help you."

Now that got him to stand up in surprise and he stepped towards him. "Why not? You two are just as close as him and I," He slightly lowered his voice. "just in a different way."

Devzik would actively seek out Ominis when he needed to vent about something. They'd gotten rather close after Sebastian forced them to get to know eachother; them having had a rocky start due to his laps in judgment with sharing the Undercroft. After the death of Solomon, their relationship became strained but Devzik made it a point to reconnect with him. Him being the only direct link to Anne, who he was still determined to try and save.

Omnins shifted from foot to foot. "He won't tell me either. I tried."

It wasn't a full lie but it wasn't close to the truth. He knew exactly why he was falling asleep in classes. But a promise is a promise.

Sebastian sighed and placed his face in his hands before running them through his hair in exasperation. "Alright. I'll see you later then, thanks anyway."

"Don't push him, Sebastian. I'm sure we'll find out eventually."

With that Sebastian left, having gotten nowhere.

Although his talk with Ominis wasn't insightful, he didn't have to wait long for answers. He having woken up from a bad dream a couple nights later, Sebastian stared up at the canopy over his bed. He was forcing himself to stay awake so the thoughts of the dream left his mind. As he laid there, he heard commotion from Devziks bed, then heard a gasp. Sebastian looked over at him and saw that he was sat up and in the fetal position. Though it hurt for him to see, he was relieved to have an answer.

Quietly getting up, Sebastian walked over to the other. As he put a hand on Devziks back, he jumped then reluctantly relaxed once he saw it was Sebastian.

Sebastian's voice was almost inaudible but they were close enough that Devzik heard him perfectly. "You too?"

Devzik pushed his hair out of his face as Sebastian sat on his bed. Him seeing that he had a thin layer of sweat across his features.

"Yeah." The answer was kept short, him not want to tell him why the nightmares got worse, knowing it'd make him feel guilt from something he can't control.

"Over the summer I had the same reactions to my nightmares. Wished I had someone to help distract me, so I'm here for you." He started to rub small circles into his back as he spoke. Devzik found himself relaxing into it, something he'd normally shrink away from.

"Thanks. You're much better at this than Ominis."

He paused his motions for a second then continued without saying anything.

"Don't be upset with him. I made him promise not to tell you. You've got enough to worry about." His chin was resting on his knees, with his eyes closed.

"You're already one of those things I worry about."

"I wish you wouldn't." He tried not to sound too harsh as he said it, actually appreciating the concern but not wanting him know.

After a moment of silence, with Sebastian still rubbing Devzik's back, he laid back down. He'd assumed the other would go back over to his own bed but he told him to scoot.

Devzik looked up at him with surprise, thinking that maybe he had heard him wrong. "What?"

"Over. Scoot over." The look on his face was completely serious so he did as was directed.

Sebastian made it a point to stay on top of the comforter and laid down on his back. To the surprise of both boys, Devzik didn't mind the company. He'd never slept next to anyone before but it was a welcoming change and the memory Sebastian shared with him next made it make all the more sense.

"After our parents passed, Anne would have these awful nightmares about finding Solomon and I in the same way, dead essentially. Tragic really. She'd have me lay next to her till she fell back asleep, saying that knowing I was next to her made the nightmares subside somehow." He turned over towards him, laying his head on his arm like a pillow. "So, wouldn't hurt to try it with you I'd say."

Devzik could see him laying there in his peripheral vision but didn't dare turn to look at him, knowing how much he was blushing. As he spoke he tried to keep his voice level, since his nerves were getting to him.

"That's fine I suppose. Just make sure-" Sebastian cut him off by finishing his sentence.

"To stay over the blankets. Don't worry, I figured as much."

He secretly loved it when he'd finish his sentences, but hated it when he did it in front of others. Overall he considered it endearing. Before, he always assumed it was something he did with everyone but he knew better now. Even Ominis being surprised by it. The room suddenly became still, the only thing Devzik could hear was Sebastian's breathing, something that had gotten even but slowed. He peeked over at him and saw that he'd fallen asleep, the sight drawing a smile from him. For how chaotic as he was he looked tranquil as he slept. Devzik rolled over facing away from him and followed him to sleep.

When he awoke the next morning he was feeling actually well rested for the first time in weeks, but was alone in the bed, which wasn't a surprise because Sebastian's internal clock was always set at an unholy hour. What was surprising was that no one woke him before the first classes started so he was thirty minutes late.

Two Months Later

They ended up sharing a bed couple times a week after that and that turned into every other night soon after. All the while Sebastian was slowly trying to get Devzik to be more comfortable with him touching him, trying to push their relationship towards a more intimate one. Sebastian had known how he felt about the other since last summer and the fact that he continued to want to sleep next to him, told him that Devzik felt something similar. And once they shared their first kiss, it solidified his suspicions.

After that they practically slept in the same bed every night, knowing that it wasn't likely that anyone would find out due to how early Sebastian usually woke up. That belief became false after they'd had an overly eventually night outside the castle, coming back later then usual, meaning they both slept in that morning. As Devzik woke up, he felt a weight on his chest and noticed his left arm was completely asleep. Sebastian was still passed out, using him a pillow and had one of his legs wrapped around the others. However comfortable he was, once he opened his eyes he saw how in trouble they were, for a prefect was standing over them with an eyebrow raised. Clearly not happy.

His name was Emory and even though Devzik was good friends with his twin sister, he wouldn't usually show mercy to him.

"Damn it." The words slipped out under his breath.

"Damn it is right, Keehl. This is an extreme violation of the dormitory rules. But I'm sure you knew that." He had a smirk across his face, clearly pleased with himself.

Sebastian was still sound asleep, that is until Emory smacked him on the back, causing him to jolt up with a groggy expression.

"What in the- oh. Shit." As he saw who was standing over them, he laid back down and buried his face into Devzik's chest.

"Ominis told me this is an often situation between the two of you. For his honesty I'll give you both time to explain. Make it good."

Devzik groaned. "Fine. I can't seem to sleep without someone next to me due to my horrible nightmares. I'm sure you can guess what they're about."

"Ranrok."

"Exactly." That was a lie, his nightmares had nothing to do with the goblin. They had everything to do with the boy that was still laying on him.

"Understandable." That response surprised Devzik, but what he said next made him remember who he was talking to. "Follow up question. Were you two having a romp?"

Devzik turned bright red and Sebastian let out an annoyed low groan. "N-no, that'd be pushing it."

The other couldn't keep quite now, that question having irritated him. "Even if we had it wouldn't happen in the dormitory! Merlins beard, Emory!"

The prefect cracked a smile at Sebastian's outburst, knowing that at least one of their house mates had heard it from the common room. Becoming pleased with the fact that he didn't need to spread this particular rumor, he turned away from them and walked out the door with a wave over his shoulder.

"You said that way too loud." Devzik sat up, forcing the other boy to do the same.

"He just pisses me off so much. Saying that shit to you when he knows damn well how you are."

"Well with your outburst, I'm sure he won't be the one to spread word of this. This'll be awful for a few weeks."

As they talked, they both got out of bed and began to get dressed.

"You're over reacting. It'll be a week at the most."

"I think you're under reacting. Nothings happened in about a month, the whole school is deprived of gossip. And I've always been a hot topic." He mumbled, for some reason, under his breath but Sebastian still heard him.

He came up to him, hugging him from behind. "You know the reason. I have my own reasons however."

Emory came back into the room to check on them as Sebastian kissed him on the cheek. They left the room a minute apart, Devzik having trouble tying his tie from how anxious the whole ordeal made him.

Bonus : the conversation that happened the next morning after Sebastian found out why Devzik wasn't getting sleep.

"You could have told me what was going on Ominis."

"I haven't told you about anything he's asked me to keep from you thus far. Why start now."

"How... how many things?" "Wait, no, better question. Anything pertaining to me specifically?"

"Why would I tell you that, Sebastian. Kind of defeats the whole point of a promise, I'd think."

He slouched.

"If it means anything, I haven't told him anything you talk to me about."

"Sometimes I wish you would so I don't have to."

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writingsoftarnishedsilver · 2 months ago

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What’s Left Unsaid | Sebastian Sallow x OC #7

Summary: Evangeline’s tentative courtship with Lysander Clearwater brings her closer to the world of pure-blood traditions, even as her lingering feelings for Sebastian make her question where her heart truly lies. Meanwhile, Sebastian struggles to mask his jealousy, haunted by unspoken feelings that threaten to unravel with every step she takes closer to Lysander.

Words: 3,049

Tags: Slow Burn, Angst, Friends to Lovers, Unrequited Love (or so they think), Pure-Blood Culture, Jealousy, Unspoken Feelings, Love Triangle, Protective Friends, Emotional Tension, Implied Smut (Underage), Chosen-One Trope

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Evangeline sat curled up on one of the plush, deep-red armchairs in the Gryffindor common room, warmth from the crackling fire seeping into her skin. Beside her, Natty, Cressida, and Nellie huddled close, all eyes wide with curiosity and excitement as they listened to her describe the whirlwind of her new courtship with Lysander Clearwater, Ravenclaw's star Quidditch chaser.

"You've been out together four times now?!" Cressida exclaimed, barely containing her excitement. "That’s practically official, Evie!"

Evangeline laughed, warmth flooding her cheeks as she looked down at her lap. "Yeah it’s… nice. Lysander’s charming, and he’s so different from—" she caught herself, biting back the name that was on the tip of her tongue. Her friends didn’t miss the slip.

"Different from Sebastian," Natty finished, sharing a knowing look with Cressida and Nellie. "But go on—what’s he like?"

Evangeline took a deep breath, trying to find the words to explain the strange mix of emotions Lysander brought out in her. "He’s attentive. He’s… thoughtful. He’s been teaching me about his family’s traditions, introducing me to his world. Pure-blood customs, etiquette—things I never really knew about."

Nellie leaned forward, her brows raised in curiosity. "Like what? Fancy dinners? Family expectations?"

"Both," Evangeline replied, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Apparently his family’s quite formal. There’s a certain way I’m supposed to speak, certain things I should avoid talking about. It’s… different."

Cressida nudged her playfully. "But he must like you for who you are, right? Surely his family can’t expect you to change entirely."

"That’s what he says." Evangeline shrugged.

Nellie sighed dreamily, "Merlin, Evie. You’re practically living a romance novel—What more could you ask for?"

Evangeline grinned, a spark of excitement lighting her eyes as she leaned in closer, her friends hanging onto her every word. “It does feel a bit like that, actually,” she admitted, unable to keep the thrill from her voice. “He’s so… earnest. He treats me like I’m someone worth getting to know, and there’s this comfort in it, this… certainty.”

Cressida and Nellie exchanged a look, beaming, while Natty’s eyes softened. “That sounds lovely, Evie,” Natty said. “It’s nice to see you wanted—properly. No mind games, no second-guessing.”

Evangeline nodded, her mind flashing to the steady, reassuring way Lysander looked at her, always without hesitation. Ominis had been supportive, guiding her through some of the pure-blood nuances and rituals, coaching her on how to respond to polite but probing questions.

“It’s all so different from what I’m used to, but Ominis has been helping me adjust,” she continued, glancing gratefully at her friends. “And, I mean, Lysander makes it easy. He’s so patient.”

Nellie sighed. “You’re practically glowing, Evie.”

“It’s just… nice to be seen,” Evangeline murmured, almost as if to herself. “And to feel wanted."

The words hung in the air, the warmth of the fire casting a comforting glow around them, yet there was an unspoken understanding among her friends.

Cressida’s brow furrowed, her gaze softening. “But you’re not... head over heels, are you?”

Evangeline faltered, the question leaving her speechless. She wanted to be. Lysander was everything a girl could ask for in a partner—steady, respectful, easy to be around. Yet her heart wasn’t entirely invested, and she knew why.

The other three girls exchanged a knowing look. “It’s him, isn’t it?” Natty finally asked, tilting her head as she watched Evangeline closely. “Sebastian.”

Evangeline bit her lip, looking away toward the fire. She didn’t need to answer. Her silence said it all.

“He’s been a mess since you started seeing Lysander,” Nellie said softly. “Have you noticed?"

Evangeline sighed. “I’ve noticed. But he hasn’t said anything, not really.”

“Do you think he will?” Cressida asked, her voice full of sympathy. “Say something, I mean?”

Evangeline shook her head. “I don’t know. He’s Sebastian. He’ll probably keep pretending he doesn’t care. And I…” Her voice trailed off. She didn’t want to admit how much she was still holding out hope that he might.

Natty reached over, squeezing Evangeline’s hand. “Regardless, he has no right to meddle in who you spend your time with."

“Exactly,” Cressida agreed, her tone turning slightly indignant. “He’s got no room to judge. I’ve heard all about his recent flings.”

Nellie scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Right? Just last week he was caught with... who was it, Cressida?”

“Amelia Fawley,” Cressida replied, sighing. “And then just two days later, Eloise something-or-other from Hufflepuff.”

“Honestly, he’s acting like a complete prat,” Natty said. “Running around with half the girls in the castle, and then he has the nerve to brood every time he sees you with Lysander?”

Evangeline tried to focus on her friends’ words, but her mind drifted. It was easier to pretend Sebastian’s antics didn’t affect her, that he wasn’t constantly lingering in the back of her thoughts. She felt a twinge of something painful but familiar—a mix of jealousy and resentment she wished she could shake. Lysander was kind, considerate, and sincere, and she knew he deserved more than half of her heart, tangled up in someone else.

The fire crackled beside them, filling the quiet space left as her friends continued their conversation. Evangeline did her best to at least half-listen, nodding along, while her mind lingered somewhere else entirely—somewhere she knew she wasn’t supposed to go.

What she didn't know was at that very moment, Sebastian was up in the Clock Tower, his hands pressed against the cool stone wall as Valerie, a fifth year Slytherin girl, tugged on his tie, pulling his face towards hers. He forced a smirk, leaning into her touch, but his mind felt detached, distant, drifting.

He knew why he was here, why he let Valerie draw him in with her flirtations and why he’d let himself get caught up with anyone willing to distract him. Because with every stolen glance Evangeline gave Lysander, every laugh they shared that wasn’t with him, Sebastian felt himself slipping further into something he didn’t want to admit—something he tried, over and over, to push away.

Valerie’s voice broke through his thoughts, soft and almost teasing. “Where are you, Sallow?” she asked, pulling back slightly to study his face, her dark eyes searching his with faint curiosity.

Sebastian forced a chuckle, the mask slipping back into place. “Right here,” he murmured, reaching up to tangle a hand in her hair. He offered her a casual grin, masking the turmoil behind his usual charm. But even as he did, his thoughts betrayed him, his mind stubbornly wandering back to Gryffindor Tower, to Evangeline, and to the strange, uncomfortable feeling he couldn’t seem to shake.

At some point he vaguely realized that he was kissing Valerie, his mouth pressed against hers while her hands slid up to his collar, pulling him closer with a quiet urgency. Sebastian's mind was mind hazy as he tried to find some solace in the moment. Yet each time he closed his eyes, he imagined not Valerie but Evangeline—her laugh, her smile, the way her gaze softened whenever she looked at him. It was maddening.

Valerie’s hands travelled lower, and Sebastian went through the motions, leaning into her touch. He tried to let himself get lost in it, in the distraction she offered. For a fleeting moment, it almost worked—the closeness, the warmth all pulled him in, a hollow stand-in for what he really wanted but couldn’t have. But when it was over, he was left feeling more empty than before, the hollow ache settling deeper.

Valerie smiled up at him as he buttoned his trousers back up, “Well, that was fun,” she purred, her eyes holding a flicker of expectation.

Sebastian flashed her a lazy grin, his usual charm slipping easily into place. “Indeed. Always a pleasure, Valerie,” he replied, reaching for his tie and adjusting it with casual ease. “I’ll see you around, yeah?”

She looked pleased, her lips curving into a smirk as she straightened up. “Don’t keep me waiting too long, Sallow.”

He offered her a playful wink but didn’t linger, pulling on his robes and quickly making his way out. As soon as he was alone, his expression fell, his pace quickening as he left the Clock Tower behind. Valerie was pleasant enough, but the brief... distraction she’d provided had done little to ease the restless ache gnawing at him.

Without hesitation, he made his way to the Undercroft. His heart raced at the thought of finding Evangeline there, as if simply seeing her, sharing a quiet moment together, would soothe the hollow emptiness that had settled deep within him.

The torches flickered softly as he entered the familiar space, his gaze scanning the room with a quiet urgency. Evie was curled up on a couch in the back of the room, a book in hand; Pride and Prejudice.

Evangeline looked up as Sebastian entered, and her gaze swept over his slightly disheveled appearance—the ruffled tie, his hair mussed, the faint smudge of lipstick on his collar that he hadn’t noticed. She closed her book, arching an eyebrow.

"Rough day?"

Sebastian’s lips curved into a smirk as he approached, slipping into their familiar rhythm. “You know me,” he replied, brushing a hand through his hair in a half-hearted attempt to smooth it down. “Never a dull moment.”

Evangeline let out a small chuckle, though it lacked its usual warmth. She reached forward, plucking a stray thread from his tie with an exaggerated air of disinterest.

They shared a look, but the silence between them felt charged, heavier than usual. He could sense her curiosity and maybe even something closer to disappointment lingering behind her teasing.

They both settled onto the couch, falling into the usual small talk about classes, Quidditch matches, and the latest updates about Garreth’s potions mishaps. But the lighthearted conversation was quickly losing its edge, and Sebastian could feel her words were more guarded, almost distant. After a pause, Evangeline glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.

“Lysander’s invited me to the Solstice Ball,” she said quietly, studying his reaction.

Sebastian’s stomach twisted, the hollow ache from before sharpening into something colder. He forced a smile, masking the resentment that simmered beneath the surface. “A pure-blood Christmas party,” he said, letting the words roll off his tongue like something sour. "Fancy that."

She frowned slightly, and he felt a pang of regret for his sharp tone. But the frustration had built up, coiling tightly in his chest, and he couldn’t stop himself. "You know he’s only interested in you because he thinks you're the Chosen One, right Evie?"

Evie rolled her eyes, a subtle smirk pulling at her lips, "I don't know if you've forgotten, Sebastian, but I do happen to be the Chosen One."

For a moment, Sebastian couldn't believe she'd thrown it back at him like that. His throat tightened as he swallowed the retort that sprang to his lips. He felt an anger and frustration twisting together in his chest, feelings he couldn’t fully understand or untangle. He clenched his fists, fighting the urge to snap back, to say something he’d regret.

"But that doesn’t mean people should treat you like some... prize," he replied, his voice strained. "Like you're something to be claimed or shown off."

Her eyes narrowed, and she crossed her arms, looking at him with a defiance that only made the ache in his chest deepen. “And you think that’s all Lysander sees in me?”

“Evie, do you honestly think he's interested in you for you?" he shot back, voice rising. "You’re one of the most talked-about people in the entire school!”

Evangeline’s face flushed, her eyes sparking with frustration. “I don't understand you, Sebastian! Why can't you just be happy for me?"

Sebastian was about to respond when the sound of footsteps echoed through the Undercroft. They both turned to see Ominis, eyebrows raised as he took in the tension between them.

“Oh, brilliant,” he muttered dryly, his arms folding as he approached. “I see I’ve walked in on something. Please, go on. This seems like a healthy conversation.”

Evangeline let out a frustrated sigh, turning away slightly, but Sebastian wasn’t finished. Ignoring Ominis’s wary expression, he pressed on, his voice trembling with frustration. “Evie, you're settling for someone who doesn’t see you! Someone who just wants the idea of you, not... not you," Sebastian finished, his voice rough, The words lingered in the silence, reverberating in the space around them.

Evangeline’s mouth opened slightly in shock, and for a fleeting moment, she looked as if she might respond. But she only shook her head, turning her gaze away from him, her jaw set tight as if she was forcing herself to keep control.

Ominis cleared his throat, his usually sharp gaze softening as he looked between them. “Sebastian, maybe now isn’t—”

“No, let him finish,” Evangeline’s voice was barely a whisper, but firm and unyielding. Her gaze locked on Sebastian’s, fierce and steady. “I want to hear exactly why he thinks I can’t make my own choices. Why he thinks I need his ‘expert’ input.” Her words sliced through the room like ice, each syllable sharp and deliberate. “I want to know why Sebastian assumes no one could be interested in me for me—why he thinks it has to be about my… abilities. Why he can’t believe I could ever deserve real affection without some hidden agenda.”

Sebastian’s expression faltered, a flicker of pain crossing his face before he could hide it. “Evie, that’s not… that’s not what I meant,” he stammered, his voice softer, almost pleading.

“Then what did you mean, Sebastian?” she demanded, her tone unyielding. “Why is it so damn hard for you to just be happy for me?”

Sebastian’s face fell, a flicker of regret softening his features, but he couldn’t pull back now. The frustration, the jealousy, and the ache of unspoken feelings all surged forward, but before he could say something he'd regret, Ominis cleared his throat, trying to defuse the tension. “Maybe we all just need some air.”

Evie scoffed, grabbing her bag from where she'd dropped it beside the couch. She turned on her heel, her face set in determination. “Good idea.”

She brushed past Sebastian, her shoulder grazing his. Ominis released a long breath, watching her go before turning to Sebastian, his eyes both sympathetic and weary.

“Sebastian, what in Merlin's name are you doing?” Ominis asked softly, his voice carrying both exasperation and concern.

Sebastian let out a shaky breath, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know, Ominis,” he muttered, frustration coloring his tone. “I just… I can’t stand seeing her with him. And I don’t know how to make her understand.”

Ominis sighed, crossing his arms as he looked at his friend. “You could start by telling her the truth instead of making her feel like she's unworthy of affection."

Sebastian rolled his eyes, crossing his arms defensively. "We've been over this a hundred times. I'm not telling her how I feel, Ominis."

Ominis shook his head, his patience wearing thin. "Then what exactly is your plan, Sebastian? To keep pushing her away every time she tries to be happy, while you pretend you don’t feel anything besides disappointment in her?"

Sebastian clenched his jaw, glancing away. "We both know she’s… she’s probably better off with someone like Lysander," he said, but his voice lacked conviction. "Someone stable. Someone who doesn’t carry the kind of… history I do. Not to mention the fact that things are finally getting back to normal... I don't want to jeopardize that."

Ominis gave him a long, piercing look. "Maybe you think you’re protecting her, but all you’re doing is hurting her—and yourself. You can’t hide behind that excuse forever."

Sebastian’s shoulders sagged, and for a moment, he looked almost defeated. "What am I supposed to say, Ominis? ‘Hey, Evie, forget the stable, safe guy who likes you because… because I’ve been in love with you this whole time’? That I can’t stand seeing you with anyone else because it feels like my heart’s being ripped out?"

Ominis nodded. "Yes. Exactly that."

Sebastian stared at him, taken aback. His mouth opened, then closed again as he struggled to process the simple logic. "I… I can’t just say that," he whispered, more to himself than to Ominis.

Ominis’s gaze softened. "Why not?"

"What do you mean why not?!" Sebastian’s voice rose in exasperation, his hands clenching at his sides. "Because if I tell her, and she doesn’t feel the same, I lose her. I lose everything. It’s safer this way."

Ominis sighed, glancing at Sebastian with a mixture of exasperation and understanding. "Fine," he said, lifting his hands in a gesture of surrender. "But I have an assignment to work on, so if you’re going to keep agonizing over this, can we at least do it after I finish? We both know this won’t be the last time we talk about it. I’m sure we’ll be having this exact conversation tomorrow. And the day after that. Prbably again a week from now."

Sebastian tried to muster a smile, but it fell short, his worry and frustration lingering. “Maybe by then, I’ll have figured out what to do.”

Ominis rolled his eyes, setting his books neatly on the table. “Or maybe you won’t. In any case, you should be getting back to whatever it is you’re supposed to be doing, as well.” He gave Sebastian a pointed look, though the edge in his voice softened.

Sebastian exhaled, slumping against the wall, the weight of the conversation settling over him like a familiar, heavy cloak. “Yeah,” he muttered, his voice barely more than a murmur. “I suppose you’re right.”

Ominis gave him a final, understanding nod, glancing back at his parchment with a resigned sigh. “I usually am.”

Sebastian managed a faint smile, though the ache in his chest lingered. He straightened, shoving his hands into his pockets, “I’ll… let you get to it then. Thanks, Ominis.”

Without waiting for a response, he turned and made his way to the door, his mind swirling with everything he couldn’t say and everything he wished he’d had the courage to admit.

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bravewolfvesperia · 11 months ago

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GETTING TO KNOW YOU.

respond to the following prompts out of character. then, tag others that you'd like to get to know a little bit better!

tagged by: @altosk tagging: @mistralxsoul, @ourvoids, @ervaurem if you haven't done this, @pclitesse if you do these!

ROLEPLAYER NAME: Shi (ShiShi is fine but I tend to go with Shi. if you're thinking Shinon from a ninth and tenth entry in a particular franchise, your brain is in the right place. namesakes and beloveds, friends)

ROLEPLAYER PRONOUNS: she/her

MUSE NAME: Yuri Lowell (and assorted others on my Tales multimuse)

PREFERRED COMMUNICATION: depends how often we talk. Tumblr DMs is easiest if we have brief conversation/plotting. Discord is preferred if we're starting to have regular conversations/lengthy conversations. I'm open to talking to people more though if they're interested, so if you do want to talk or gush about our muses or games, feel free to ask for my Discord! we don't have to already be talking a whole lot if you do want to move to Discord.

EXPERIENCE: I've been RPing for like, idk, as long as I can remember, but I started on Tumblr specifically around 2012. Before that it was things like ye wee old forums, messengers, etc. Tales experience is the same thing because I used to RP Tales on forums LOL.

PREFERRED ROLEPLAY TYPE: a mix of everything more or less. I like fluff and happy things mixed into angst, and if there's no room for happiness in a specific thread/situation, I like to have gentle/soft/emotional aspects littered around. I also try to just follow my muse's whims, so if anything suddenly spikes his rage meter, that's what we're goin' with folks.

PET PEEVES & DEALBREAKERS:

(this isn't as scary as it looks I'm sorry LOL)

ignoring my rules and asking to ship with me when your character's name is not in my ship list (yes, this includes OCs. if OCs aren't mentioned it's very likely because my muse has a very specific romantic inclination and chemistry won't trump that the muse is already leaning toward someone/other people by default. should be obvious but I literally recently on another blog had someone completely ignore that muse's ship list and still send me an anon to ask to ship with me (and the whole thing was indicative that they only wanted to write with me to ship and didn't really see my muse as their own muse but just as another tool in the shed). my ship list tends to be very tiny for any muse and I prefer it that way anyway because it wards off the idea that people are only writing with me to ship. I love shipping with certain pairs, but I don't write explicitly for that and am much more comfortable with the idea that people aren't following me to ship with me/going into things assuming they will be able to convince me into it when they would have presumably read my rules and know their character is not on that list. again, as in my rules, one-sided your-muse-likes-mine is totally fine - just don't get mad when it remains one-sided because you were warned. if your muse is on the list (for any of my muses), yes, it means I'm open to discussing it/writing it./being receptive of it.

disrespecting other writers plain for everyone to see on their dashboards. this includes saying vague shit like "there are no good (character name) muses out there". that is very much not the same as "there are no writers for this character/I can't find any of this character". that's a very intentional dig at certain character writers and implies they're not good enough for you because nobody writes that character the way you want them to (versus simply expressing a desire to write with a certain character but not finding anyone who writes them).

using my muse as a blank slate who is just a base directly off the game you probably played if you're here. if any of you have paid attention to my threads with a specific Flynn (hi Natty!), you are probably aware my muse is heavily influenced by canon side material. that stuff is a core part of my muse. my muse is not just a rip taken right out of game-only canon. the more I write, the more formed he becomes as his own individual muse. if you cannot respect that and will consider it "ooc" for my muse not to be a blank slate direct rip from canon every time I write with a new muse, that's a hard dealbreaker. (on that above note, for any Flynn writers who are unfamiliar with the canon side material that Flynn is a primary part of (i.e. very directly relative to things that affect my muse), I do not hold that against you and am completely willing to work things out with you! that shit is hard to find and is JP media only. there's a slew of side content for Vesperia that the west never got so I know many if not most people won't even know a lot of it exists)

PLOTS OR MEMES: I do both, but I'm more likely to be able to work out plots with characters either in my muse's canon(s) or muses from other Tales games ("canons" is things such as canon side material, Tales gachas Yuri is in, etc). if I don't know your character well (canon or OC), memes tend to work better. I find it difficult to plot specific things out when I don't know a particular series well or at all. that said, I'll write with people who know my character and are okay with using one of his verses even if I don't know your character/series. I love memes for writing, but I will definitely struggle to actually plot if I don't know the franchise. I also love randomly sent memes just for the sake of writing things!

LONG REPLIES OR SHORT REPLIES: long. short for me is like three paragraphs and I just physically can't find myself doing less. things like one-liners might pop up in dash commentary and such, but for actual threads, I write long replies because that's what comes to me. sometimes motivation really hits me with muses my muse feels close to and you might end up with a ten+ paragraph reply, so uhhh... sorry about that in advance (and my paragraphs can get bulky so doubly sorry in advance!). typically this stuff happens in more emotion-driven threads though.

BEST TIME TO WRITE: NIGHT! NIGHT! NIGHT! I'm a night owl in general, but my writing energy tends to go yeehaw on me at night.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSES: uhhhh uh uh for legal reasons i probably should not answer that. :)

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reikuns-realities · 2 years ago

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By Any Other Name - Ominis Gaunt x OC

Chapter one - The New Fifth Year

Alice was now in her fifth year at Hogwarts. Many things had changed. She had grown out her hair. It was her first year back since Athena graduated. She had grown into her own magic, though she still needed some extra help. She had made a few more friends in her year. Poppy Sweeting, Wendy Rosewood, Natsai Onai, to name a few. She found out she had a knack for potions, it was the only way she held her own around Garreth.

Speaking of Garreth, some things had stayed the same. He almost never left her side. He had quickly become her best friend. Best duo in the world, those two. She had easily turned Garreth’s potions interests into a side business for both of them to earn a bit of cash. Enchanted paint was not cheap, you know.

Alice was excited, more than she should’ve been, really. Throughout the train journey and carriage ride to Hogwarts, she overheard talk of someone new. A new student. Someone who got their Hogwarts letter late in life. A new fifth year. It wasn’t everyday Hogwarts got itself a new student. A transfer, maybe, but someone new? New to magic? Starting in their fifth year? She was dying to meet them.

The sorting ceremony was long and boring, as it usually was. Alice was happy with the new Gryffindor first years, but her eyes searched for that new fifth year.

“They’re not here yet,” Garreth stated, digging into his roast.

“Maybe they are late,” Natsai Onai offered.

“Haven’t seen Professor Fig yet either,” Alice stated, stretching her torso to try and peek over the heads of her fellow students. “They’ve been studying under him, right? That’s what I’ve heard.”

“That’s right-“

Just as Natty replied, the heavy doors of the Great Hall were pushed open. The gray tufts of Professor Fig’s hair, their magic theory professor, emerged from the doors before retreating back. Slight murmuring was heard outside the doors, as the Great Hall hushed to a disturbing silence. Professor Black, the Headmaster of the school, looked annoyed as all hell as he marched right to the doors, likely to give the magic theory professor a piece of his mind. A piece of Professor Black’s mind wouldn’t be enough to save anyone, Alice was afraid to say. He was never known for being a bright mind.

Soon, Professor Black waltzed right back into the Great Hall, a new face following him up to the front of the hall. The new face. The one everyone was talking about. She had soft features. She stood about 5’3, her face full of small cuts, her brown hair disheveled, a couple twigs in it. She looked like she had just escaped an adventure with nothing but the meat on their bones. The girl’s piercing blue eyes scanned the room in awe.

“Professor Weasley,” Black’s voice sounded bored and uninterested as he led the new fifth year up the stairs to the stool. “We’ve one more to be sorted…”

“Welcome!” Weasley’s soft, welcoming voice seemed to calm the new fifth year. “You’re just in time, have a seat.”

The fifth year did as instructed, awkwardly sitting on the stool. Weasley placed the sorting hat on her head. The hall erupted in whispers, echoing on the walls, desperate to theorize on which house would get the late bloomer.

“Hmmm better be GRYFFINDOR!” The sorting hat declared.

Alice cheered loudly along with her house as Weasley transfigured the fifth year’s robes into the signature shade of red.

“And one more thing, due to the unfortunate injury on the pitch during last spring’s final, this year’s quidditch season has been canceled,” Black uttered, a roar of disappointment erupted from each table.

“That’s rubbish!” Alice shouted. She was Gryffindor’s seeker, after all.

“Enough!” Black ordered. “It’s not as if I’ve banned flying altogether. But, don’t. Tempt me. You are here to focus on your academic futures. I’m sure you all have plenty to do before classes begin tomorrow…”

Black paused, watching as no one made a move.

“I said, I’m sure you all have plenty to do before classes begin tomorrow!”

Alice rolled her eyes as Garreth quickly slid from his seat and gestured for her to do the same. She reluctantly followed, glaring at Black. It seemed as though this year would be quite interesting.

The first shower back at Hogwarts was comforting as usual, something about the water here felt more safe than anything she had experienced back home. She trudged up the stairs to the girls’ dormitory. This year, Alice had lucked out and got assigned a dorm that was isolated from the others, the downside was that it was also the highest one.

So.

Many.

Steps.

She pushed the door open, making her way to her own bed.

“Hello.”

Alice screamed, leaping just a tad off the ground. She whipped her head to the bed on the opposite end of the dorm. There sat the new fifth year.

“Sorry, I didn’t think I was getting a roommate this year,” Alice flattened her nightgown. “You weren’t here when I left.”

“No, no,” The brunette waved it off. She stood from the bed and walked over to the slightly shorter girl. “Don’t apologize, I’m Katherine Blake.”

“Alice Morgan,” Alice shook her hand. “It’s so nice to finally meet you! You’ve been the talk of the town all day! Everyone was talking about you on the Hogwarts Express.”

Katherine looked a bit upset at the mention of earlier today, but she shook her head.

“I’m no one special, really,” She replied. “I’m just happy to be here and learn a bit of magic.”

“You’ll certainly have a lot of catching up to do,” Alice grinned, pointing to herself. “But stick with me. Not that I could help you much, I just want more friends.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, Alice,” Katherine chuckled.

“We better get some rest,” Alice stated, walking back to her own bed. “Big day tomorrow. If you need help finding your classes, just give me a holler. I’m usually around.”

Alice got up rather early in the mornings. The Great Hall would start serving breakfast around 5 am, but Alice rarely ate there. Through the years, Alice had come to find that the little Slytherin trio enjoyed their breakfast in the quad courtyard. Of course, now with Anne’s unfortunate curse, Sebastian and Ominis sat alone that morning. As Alice passed them with her own breakfast, a few breakfast rolls made into little sandwiches, she took notice of their appearances.

Sebastian had his nose in a book. He was one to eat a heavy breakfast. Lots of protein to keep his strength up. He loved a good over easy egg and potatoes to balance out the sausage links on his plate. He was spouting some nonsense about dark magic that Ominis was not too keen on listening to. Ominis was enjoying a rather crisp apple, smiling at the breeze of early fall. Alice fawned at the sight of him.

He was the reason she enjoyed her breakfast in the Quad Courtyard. It had been 4 years since she had met him and their relationship had not progressed since then. She was friendly with Sebastian, everyone was. Sebastian was quite the popular Slytherin. But Ominis never gave Alice the time of day.

Sebastian gave a gentle wave once he noticed Alice staring. Alice appreciated Sebastian’s friendly gesture as opposed to his friend’s cold shoulder. She waved back, though he wasn’t the one she was staring at, she was grateful she could at least call Sebastian Sallow a friend.

She sat on the bench on the opposite side of them. Sebastian had told her once before that he had come to enjoy her presence every morning. He knew that she had feelings for his best friend, but Alice assumed he didn’t care too much about it.

“Alice,” Sebastian spoke, waving her over.

Did she hear that correctly? Was she seeing that correctly? Never in the past few years did Sebastian ever talk to her during these morning hours. Was she going mad?

“C’mon.”

Alice gathered her things and raced over the short distance to their bench. Ominis scoffed at the sound of her irregular strides.

“We don’t need a third opinion, let alone from a Gryffindor.”

“Ominis doesn’t believe the dark arts should be taught in class,” Sebastian started, closing his book. “But I believe the only way to properly defend against the dark arts is learning what you’re up against.”

“Oh, please, Sebastian,” Ominis scoffed once more. “You chose a lion because she would be more inclined to agree with you.”

“Sebastian…” Alice frowned. “Those curses have plagued Ominis his entire life. Seeing that you’re his best friend, I find it hard to believe you’d willingly bring him into a conversation like this. Don’t you think there’s danger in knowing? It takes a toll on you, mentally and emotionally. Ominis is a blatant example of that.”

“You can’t expect-“

“I don’t want to hear it, Sebastian. Alice is right,” Ominis spoke with a small smile. “I’m pleasantly surprised…”

Alice was in shock. Very rarely did Ominis even acknowledge her, let alone say that she was right. In the past 4 years, Ominis had shown very little interest in Alice. In fact he showed what she could only assume was more of a disdain towards her, if she were being honest. Snarky comments, irritated statements, nasty remarks. The whole nine. No interaction lasted more than a sentence or two. Despite what he did to her face, Alice admired the man he was beyond that. She saw his potential for success, his passion for magic, his loyalty to his friends. She admired him from afar for all those years. He was her muse.

And now he had just agreed with her for the first time.

Charms was definitely not Alice’s strong suit. Not a lot of subjects were. She struggled with attention most of all. She would typically doodle during class or zone out completely. Today was no different. She had told herself that this year would be, she would apply herself and get better grades, learn more. Yet here she was, on the very first day, in her very first class, staring at her muse once more. He stood, his foot on the bench, conversing with his best friend about, well Alice couldn’t be bothered to know. She couldn’t hear them from where she sat. Sebastian had a rather large book, resting wide open on his desk, he was rather enthusiastically explaining something from it to Ominis. Ominis, however, did not agree.

Ominis closed Sebastian’s book and tucked it under his arm.

“Hey, wait-“ Sebastian started. “Give it back”

“No. Keep your nose out of this type of magic.”

Alice took this time to observe the class beyond Ominis Gaunt. She noticed that her roommate sat in front of her, next to Natsai Onai.

“Hello, roommate!” Alice cheerfully greeted, leaning over her own desk. Katherine turned around slightly and gave a little wave.

“Do either of you know what we are working on?” Katherine asked Natty and Alice. Natty slid her textbook closer to Katherine in response.

“I don’t know how much help it will be, but I am sure you’ll catch up in no time,” she smiled.

“I don’t really pay much attention in class,” Alice confessed, to which Katherine let out a laugh.

“Perhaps we both need to go through this book.”

“Would you like a drawing?” Alice asked, tearing her newest drawing of Ominis from her roll of parchment. She handed the piece of parchment to Katherine with a contented smile.

“Oh, thank you,” Katherine responded, taken aback by the gesture but took the parchment anyway. She glanced at it for a moment before furrowing her eyebrows. “Isn’t this…”

“You’d be correct,” Natty nodded. “He’s where her focus is most of the day.”

“I do not approve,” Garreth stated, his gaze fixed on Ominis who was rather loudly arguing with Sebastian.

“I wouldn’t say most of the day…” Alice grinned.

“You don’t approve of the drawing?” Katherine questioned, then turned to Alice. “This is a very good drawing. You’re talented, Alice.”

“Thank you,” Alice smiled, touched by the compliment.

“Don’t give others your drawings of Ominis, it’s awkward for them…” Garreth explained, hoping he got through to her. He didn’t.

Just then, Professor Ronen strolled in with a spark of dramatics. He was a rather eccentric fellow and he always seemed to be able to brighten the mood in his classroom. He clapped twice, gaining the attention of the entire class.

“Students! If you could all take your seats, please, we can get started, yes?”

A bit of shuffling was heard as the few who had still yet to take their seats, did so.

“Now, then! I know it’s been a long summer, but does anyone remember what we were working on last year?” Professor Ronen scanned over his silent students, studying their expressions. “Anyone?”

Alice had begun to draw another sketch of Ominis. This one showcased his bored expression as he sat on the other side of the classroom. Garreth swiftly plucked her pencil out of her fingers, putting it behind his ear. She stared at him in disbelief to which he grinned back.

Ever since Garreth had met Alice that fateful day during first year he had been rather protective of her. He had noticed in the beginning how small and reserved she could be. Garreth was nothing of the sort. He was loud and obnoxious. Through the years he had seen that side of Alice bloom within her. He was proud of his impact on his best friend. He loved watching her grow, blossom into a complex and full version of herself. What he didn’t love, however, was her fixation on a certain pale skinned Slytherin.

Garreth knew Ominis. He was acquainted with him, sometimes he would ask for a bit of potions help here and there. Garreth knew Ominis did not share his family’s beliefs on blood status, nor on the dark arts. In many ways he would be the perfect suitor for his little Alice in Wonderland. If he wasn’t such a prick. Garreth didn’t dislike Ominis because of his name, nor because of his disability. Garreth disliked Ominis because of how he treated his Alice. Garreth loved Alice, whether it was a platonic love or romantic, he wasn’t sure. Nevertheless, he kept her safe and loved.

Katherine flipped through the pages of Natty’s textbook as Ronen spoke. Ronen took notice of this, skillfully casting Accio on the book itself.

“Ah- ah, last minute studies will not make up for what should have happened over months.”

“Professor, I’m-“

“I think we could all use a bit of a refresher, shall we?” Ronen projected, motioning for his students to rise from their seats. “Everyone, stand up!”

A couple groans here and there were sounded from disgruntled students as they complied with Ronan’s orders.

“Now, stand across from your partners, we’ll be going over the spell ‘Accio.’ Who remembers what the spell ‘Accio’ does?”

“Accio is used to draw any object to you,” Imelda said with a smug look on her face.

“Correct, Miss Reyes! Follow along with my wand movements,” Ronen proceeded to lead everyone through casting the spell.

The book rested in Garreth’s large palm. Alice narrowed her eyes to it. She took a deep breath, remembering the wand movements.

“Accio!” She shouted, her wand letting out a hot spark. She winced.

“It’s alright, Alice,” Garreth spoke, reassuring her. “You’ll get it, try one more time.”

“Accio!” Alice’s voice boomed again, this time with more strength. Before her eyes, the book flew out of Garreth’s palm and right into her arms. She jumped in excitement, hugging it to her chest. Garreth laughed loudly at her dramatic celebration. “Garreth! I did it!”

After the little victory she had, Alice’s attention once again faded from the task at hand. Sebastian had magically plucked his dark arts book from Ominis’ pale hands. He grasped it firmly with a smirk. Alice found herself drawing closer to the pair as her own book flew out of her arms. Ominis retaliated by utilizing his own magic, effectively performing the spell on the very same book Sebastian so desperately needed.

“Try that again, Sebastian,” He tucked the book into his bag. “I believe you hit the wrong target.”

“You’re no fun, Ominis,” Sebastian stated, with a smirk.

“I’d argue he’s a lot of fun,” Alice nodded, now right next to Sebastian, who took a step back, a bit startled by her proximity to him.

Garreth quickly took hold of her wrist, pulling her back to their original spot.

Ominis heard their footsteps retreating and raised an eyebrow.

“That was Alice, wasn’t it.” He knew the answer but still he felt the need to ask. His best friend confirmed his suspicion with a simple ‘yes.’ Ominis let out a rather neutral hum in response.

“Excellent! All of you!” Ronen exclaimed, clapping his hands. “I’ve always been under the impression that class should have both a practical, and a fun element to it. Why don’t we head outside?”

The class gathered their things and followed their professor out the door.

“He seems like a nice teacher,” Katherine commented as they walked.

“Most of them are,” Natty replied,. “There are a few to be wary of.”

“I think all the teachers are scary,” Alice stated, with a small smile.

“Really?” Katherine asked, a bit puzzled by the statement. “Even our Charms professor?” Alice nodded.

“There’s a sort of darkness there,” Alice shuddered, earning a bit of laughter from her friends.

“Alice is just a baby,” Imelda smirked. “She startles easily, unlike me.”

“You were the one who was afraid of a pet rat last year,” Ominis stated, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “I wouldn’t go boasting quite yet.”

“That- do you know how unsanitary a rat is?” Imelda shrilled. “If it was wild, we could’ve all gotten sick.”

“Bite your tongue, Imelda,” Garreth had come to Alice’s aid, as always. “Or I may just have you test my latest concoction.”

“Concoction?” Katherine turned to Alice as Imelda let out a loud huff.

“Garreth and I happen to be the best potion brewers in the school!” Alice winked at her roommate.

“May I interest you in a shrinking potion?” Garreth dug within his robe’s pockets to fish out a couple he had lying around.

“What would I use a shrinking potion for?”

“To shrink, of course,” Alice stated.

“Potions are incredibly helpful to have on hand,” Natty responded. “You never know when you’ll need one for the most obscure of reasons.”

Alice’s attention wavered again, shifting to the Slytherin duo once more. Sebastian sneakily tried performing Accio on the book. This time it was secure in Ominis’ arms. The book flew to Sebastian, as expected, but it had rather cartoonishly dragged Ominis along with it. Though he could not see, he flashed Sebastian a pointed look that could only be described as disapproving. His gaze was judgemental and exhausted. Alice couldn’t help but smile at the small interaction. They continued to captivate her mind as Ronen stopped around the flying class lawn.

Professor Ronen summoned the summoning court board, beckoning everyone to gather around it. Natty, Katherine, Garreth, and Alice stood close to the front of the summoning court. The first three, conversing as Alice took in their surroundings. Everyone had opted to either sit or stand along the sides of the court. Poppy Sweeting sat on the side, she had brought her parchment and was doodling small mooncalves on it. The man next to her was a sight for sore eyes.

Dante Ripley. Alice never cared much for anyone’s looks other than Ominis’, but even she had to admit he was rather ravishing. He had jet black pin straight hair that liked to fall just past his eyes at times. His skin looked pale whilst indoors but out there, it was sun kissed. His eyes seemed cold and unfeeling but when he smiled, they lit up like sparks of ember. His lips were plump and pink, shaped into a forever pout. Dante was a fifth year Slytherin. He had two siblings, a sixth year Gryffindor brother, Augustine, and a third year Slytherin sister, Kaia. Alice had heard the Ripleys were from Korea. Though she never asked, herself. Alice paid it no mind as she noticed his gaze fixated on the new fifth year.

Her eyes stopped as she spotted the Slytherin duo. Ominis had taken a seat on the grass, enjoying an apple. Sebastian was standing, rather fidgety.

“Don’t-“ Garreth tried but to no avail. Alice had already begun her trek to Ominis’ side.

“She really is a fan of his, isn’t she,” Katherine asked, glancing at the remaining group.

“I’ve heard she’s been like this ever since first year,” Natty nodded.

“She’s going to get herself hurt,” Garreth shook his head in disapproval.

She plopped down next to the blonde, she tucked her legs to her chest, smiling softly.

Next to her, Ominis had managed to hold onto the book. He made sure to keep a track on where Sebastian was in relation to him. He heard the soft crunching of grass as a person walked towards him and sat beside him. A faint aroma of a familiar perfume made its way to his nose. Alice.

“I’m going to retrieve it eventually…” Sebastian stated, taking notice of Alice.

“I’ll tell Madam Scribner.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“No more forbidden dark magic books for you.”

“I know how to handle her,” Sebastian said with a smug grin. “We have a sort of back and forth.”

Alice watched as Imelda Reyes walked up to Katherine with a smile on her face.

“You’re the new fifth year? That’s not something I ever expected to be saying,” She confidently held her hand out to Katherine. “I’m Imelda Reyes.”

“Hello, I’m Katherine,” She smiled back, shaking her hand. “I heard you say you were good at flying?”

Imelda laughed in response.

“Good? I’m the best. Took care of all the scoreboards around here. It’s a shame quidditch is down this year,” Imelda smirked, smugly. “I’d have gotten Slytherin more than a few house points.”

“I would’ve liked to have given it a shot, too,” Katherine nodded. “At least there’s always next year. They can’t ban quidditch forever.”

“Have you ever flown before?” Imelda asked, giving her a once over.

“No,” Katherine shrugged. “But it can’t be that hard to learn, can it?”

“Flying is a skill. I might have a natural talent, but for normal people, such as yourself, it’s actually quite difficult to learn.”

“I suppose I should get started as soon as I can, then,” Katherine smiled sweetly. “Maybe I’ll be able to work on some of those scoreboards you’ve been talking about.”

“You wish,” Imelda hummed. “If you do pluck up the courage, feel free to send me an owl. I’d be more than happy to take you down a peg.”

Alice’s eye began to twitch at Imelda’s words. Her gaze narrowed at the Slytherin, as Professor Ronen tried to hone in his students’ attentions.

From beside Alice, Ominis had noticed she had not moved. He was puzzled as to why she stayed.

“Wouldn’t you rather be over with the other lions than sitting here on your own?” Ominis asked his attention fully on the Gryffindor beside him.

Alice wondered if she could slip some veritaserum in Imelda’s pumpkin juice tonight, maybe then she would stop her tall tales and boasting. Sebastian leaned in to Ominis, a soft chuckle falling from his lips.

“Your stalker ignored you.”

Ominis frowned, as he snapped his fingers in front of where he assumed was Alice’s gaze. She blinked, her eyes focusing on the beauty mark ridden hand in front of her. She quickly turned in Ominis’ direction, admiring his face.

“Yes?” She asked, sweetly.

“Why are you here when you are clearly engaged in a separate conversation?”

“I want to be here,” Alice stated, letting her legs slide from her grasp as she switched to a more comfortable position to talk to him.

“Your friends are over there,” Ominis deadpanned.

“I consider Sebastian a friend.”

“That’s right,” Sebastian nodded. “I find her presence tolerable.”

“Tolerable,” Ominis repeated, but Alice’s attention had already shifted back to the group of Gryffindors.

Dante Ripley had introduced himself to Katherine and they seemed to have sparked an engaging conversation with each other. That was until Imelda felt the need to butt in.

“Give me a broom, I could’ve taken care of that dragon,” She stated smugly, lifting her chin with pride.

“Have you run into a dragon before, Imelda?” Katherine asked, her voice genuine.

“They’re around,” Imelda shrugged. “It wouldn’t be that hard for me, I assure you.”

“Imelda Reyes!” Alice stood up abruptly, startling Sebastian in the process. “You’d probably get burnt to a crisp. Be respectful, someone died.”

“You don’t know what it was like,” Katherine tried to explain to Imelda.

“I think you’re the one that needs to be taken down a peg. Maybe 50,” Alice stated, visibly fuming.

“I’d like to see you try, little Gryffindor. You’d lose.”

Alice sat back down with a huff, unaware that she had caught the attention of her muse.

“As much as I enjoy getting on the student drama, back to our assignment, if you’d please,” Ronen continued with his lesson as Ominis turned his head in Alice’s direction.

“You don’t usually get involved in arguments…” He stated, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Sebastian saw his opportunity and opted to steal back his book the muggle way. Ominis, having turned his attention fully on the little Gryffindor, failed to notice his best friend’s actions.

“I don’t like it when someone attacks my friends,” Alice explained with her arms crossed.

By this time, Katherine had been called to play summoner’s court against Natty. She was fairing well, already 20 points ahead of Natsai. Alice, however, was not paying much attention to the competition.

“Little Lions need to stick together, is that right?” Ominis asked, a smirk playing on his pink lips.

“What do you really have against Gryffindors?” Alice snapped, her gaze moved swiftly back to the pale Slytherin. “Sometimes, I think it is you who needs to be taken down a peg as well.”

“That’s enough, Alice,” Sebastian spoke, tucking his book under his arm.

“No,” Ominis replied, the smirk never leaving his lips. “It’s rare that we see sweet Alice Morgan all riled up.”

“You’re insufferable-“

“Oh, I’m insufferable?” Ominis laughed. “Oh, lion, please go on. Explain in great detail just how much you hate me. I’ll wait, I’m quite patient.”

“Ominis Gaunt,” She stood up once more as Katherine won her competition. “If you wanted me to leave, you could’ve just said so.”

She sighed, joining her fellow Gryffindors as they started towards the castle. Ominis silently listened to her retreating feet crunching on the grass. He swallowed, gingerly processing the interaction.

“You rarely acknowledge her, what was that?” Sebastian asked, helping Ominis to his feet.

“I was simply bored,” Ominis replied, now fully aware of what Sebastian had done. He quickly took back the book.

Alice was now planning the rest of her day as they walked back to the charms class. Perhaps she could grab something small from the great hall before her next class.

Defense Against the Dark Arts was always a class Alice enjoyed. She enjoyed most classes, though she was not the brightest student, so she tended to get mediocre grades despite being interested in the topic. DADA was nothing different. Professor Hecate was a brilliant professor. She had previously worked in the Ministry of Magic as an Unspeakable. So needless to say, she knew what she was talking about… or not talking about.

After introductions were made and expectations were set, the professor instructed everyone to get up, out of their seats. They were going to have a couple friendly dueling matches to kickstart the new school year.

The first up was Katherine Blake and Sebastian Sallow.

“I won’t hold back,” Sebastian said, smirking. “A friendly duel is always a pleasant introduction.”

“I’ll certainly give it my all,” Katherine replied, shifting her feet to a more comfortable stance.

“Charms and basic attacks only,” Professor Hecate instructed. “A fair duel. Begin.”

Sebastian started, hitting Katherine with a swift basic attack. She took it like a champ, responding with using the spell she had just learned.

“Accio!” Sebastian was pulled forward by her magic as she did so, taking a couple of her basic attacks. He was able to drop back to his feet, glaring at Katherine who grinned in response.

“Depulso!”

“Protego!” A protective sphere appeared around Katherine, deflecting Sebastian’s spell. She swiftly spun. “Stupify!”

With Sebastian stunned, she was able to hit him with enough basic attacks to push him over the edge, effectively winning the duel. Sebastian chuckled from the ground, a smile of admiration taking over his lightly freckled face.

“Quite the match, new fifth year…”

“Right, Mr Gaunt? Miss Morgan?”

Alice blinked in response as Garreth pushed her towards the dueling stand.

“Me, professor?” Alice asked, a bit taken aback.

“Don’t think I don’t know about your extracurriculars, Miss Morgan,” Hecate smirked, knowingly “Now go on.”

Alice gingerly stepped up on the dueling stand, Ominis on the other end, fiddling with his wand.

“I warn you, lion,” Ominis smirked. “I will not hold back.”

“I don’t expect you to, Ominis.”

“Levioso!” Ominis’ spell hit Alice, her feet lifting off the ground. His face showed determination. He was focused on his spell casting, listening for her movements. He hit her with a couple basic attacks before the spell wore off and she went tumbling down to the ground.

“Expelliarmus!”

“Protego! Stupify!” Ominis was not kidding when he said he wouldn’t hold back. A drop of sweet trickled down his forehead. Alice followed it on its descent down his porcelain cheek.

“Flippendo!” Alice’s spell finally hit Ominis, effectively flipping him. He scrambled back to his feet.

“Expelliarmus!” Ominis shot, Alice’s wand flying from her hand. “Depulso!”

Alice flew off the stand, bumping her head on the bookshelf. She rubbed the area, frowning.

Ominis frowned before replacing it with a small smirk.

“I see…” Hecate quietly said. “How disappointing… class dismissed.”

Garreth helped Alice up to her feet. As Ominis walked towards the pair.

“Lion,” he simply said. Alice looked up at him.

“Why did you hold back.”

“I didn’t…” Alice blinked at him as she exchanged a look with Garreth. He nodded, walking towards the door. He opted to stick around, though, waiting by the door.

“You pity me. I don’t need your pity, Alice.”

“I don’t pity you, Ominis,” She replied, shaking her head at him. “I just want you to feel confident in yourself.”

“Next time, if you want me to feel confident, don’t throw the match.” Ominis scoffed. “Duel me fair.”

“But I’d win,” Alice stated, tapping her foot awkwardly.

“You underestimate me.”

“I rank higher than Sallow, Ominis.”

“I don’t want a place that I didn’t earn. Duel me fair or not at all.”

Alice sighed, walking towards him. She reached up. Instinctively, Ominis flinched slightly. She gently patted his cheek twice.

“Then I’ll see you at Crossed Wands,” Alice whispered to him, before walking to Garreth who laughed at Ominis’ expression.

“Did she just- pat my cheek?”

Sebastian chuckled in response, clapping his best mate’s shoulder.

“That, Ominis, is what the general public calls flirting,” Sebastian began roughly massaging his best friend’s shoulders. “Flirt back. Test the waters. You won’t regret it.”

“Clearly, this book has clouded your judgment,” Ominis pulled out his wand and joined his fellow students out the door, Sebastian following behind him.

Perhaps he’d be able to get in some practice on his dueling in the Undercroft. She did give him an official invitation, after all. A small lopsided smile appeared on his face as he thought about finally witnessing Alice’s power first hand.

Alice marched with Garreth down the short hallway to the pink lady’s painting.

“Well if it isn’t my favorite little potions duo,” She gave a gentle smile.

“Good afternoon, Beatrice,” Alice smiled back, glancing at her through her specs. The painting shook her head in response. “Ah, I’ll get your name eventually.”

“I’m sure you will, password?”

“Grata Domum,” Garreth stated, the painting swung open.

Garreth hurriedly ran into the common room. His afternoon would be spent testing out his latest products on unsuspecting first years. Alice followed shortly after. Alice was hoping there would still be enough daylight to do a bit of painting by the fountain.

She climbed those dreaded steps up to her dorm once again, the second day was still just as bad as the first. She pushed open that door, dropping her books at her desk. A small hoot came from beside her bed. A gray owl stood, perched on her footboard, a little letter tucked in its mouth. Alice walked towards it, giving the small owl some much deserved pets. She plucked the letter from its beak, cracking the Hogwarts seal. That only meant it was from one of her professors.

Miss Morgan,

Miss Blake would like you to escort her to Hogsmeade this evening so that she can pick up materials necessary for her success here at Hogwarts for the year. Please meet her at the North Exit at 5:00 pm. Do not be late.

Deputy Headmistress

Matilda Weasley

I really hope you guys like this fanfic because GODDAMN I’m having so much fun with it. We love Alice in this household.

#By Any Other Name #Ominis Gaunt #Ominis Gaunt smut #Garreth Weasley #reality shifting #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt imagine #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy dr #shifting to hogwarts

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