#Ominis gaunt x reader x Sebastian Sallow

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Dark Red - Sebastian x gn!reader x Ominis

PLOT SUMMARY: while the world perceives the heavens and the underworld as realms clashing against one another in pursuit of building a world for their philosophies, the truth is that change is not so far beyond them. Especially when an angel and a demon begin competing against one another to pursue one of the overseers of purgatory: you.

WARNINGS: fluff, a bit of crack, reader is a heavenly figure, devil! seb, angel! ominis, sebastian and ominis r simps for you, ominis and sebastian are also dense af w each other, imagine not being aware that ur in love with the person u want to kill so bad, reader is both wingman, love interest, and just unbothered as fuck, ominis is referenced to be gabriel, modern setting, angels and demons are in an office setting its kinda funny, you're a tired girl boss just trying to make sense why these two idiots keep visiting you during work hours, God is kinda not happy w that, heavy christian ideologies and imagery, religious references, references to demons and the underworld, inaccurate and fictional connections of religious terms and biblical figure, norse terms cuz y not

TERMS: Highgard = Heaven, MidPath / Middle Path = Purgatory, Underworld = Hell, Fallen = devils / demons, Midgard = Earth

note: heya hihi <3 doing this in the midst of writing comms so that my head can get a break ueue. also a little celebration for my 20th bday and having 1M followers! tysm for enjoying my writing hehe. ive been thinking of this prompt for the past few days. anys enjoy <3 lmk if yall dig this kind of concept. did not proofread cuz im too lazy ig.

Whenever lost souls wander in the abyss, more often than not their questions pertain to one subject of interest.

What happens in purgatory?

It happens more than one can count—a series of experiences with those who have reached the end of the light, one can only deduce the general curiosity of humanity with the realm that keeps the heavens and the underworld in balance.

What is purgatory? While humans believe it to be a place of penance and purification, one would like to think of it as a place of sorting. A waiting room if one would find it amusing enough to resort in humor.

At least to Ominis anyway.

Ominis considers himself to be knowledgeable enough of the inner workings of the realms. He, after all, is one of the honored beings who got to work closely with the Lord. He proudly can say that he's done a lot for the glory of his creator to know things beyond what a normal being can perceive. He's a protector of the light and life that Yahweh brings.

However, there are still things he can't help but be curious about—like the cycle of good and evil with humans. Despite countless tries and efforts to save them from damnation, humanity still somehow finds itself on the brink of chaos. Despite that, their perceptions of the unknown continue to become more and more entertaining by the day.

Another is their perceptions of heaven and hell. Their enigmatic portraits and artistic interpretations fuel their imaginative ideals, influenced values, and understanding of the heavenly principles. While Ominis truly admires their dedication and faith in creating an ethereal image of the divine, the contrasting imagery of perception and reality somehow prompts a chuckle from this old man's lips.

If they knew the changes of the worlds beyond them, they might just have to change everything they know about it.

For starters, suits are mandatory. Everyone wears it here. It's become a staple for simplicity and formality. There are of course no limits to styling it but the suit and tie are a must.

Second, there are no conflicts between demons and angels. Well at least now. After coming to a proper agreement between the creator and the fallen, a civilized community has been built. Each is filled with roles and duties fit to serve the balance of the universe.

Third, it is exactly what you think it is. Desks filled to the brim with paperwork, scritching of pen against paper, and chattering of workers here and there. Highgard has become a modern-day office. Ominis hates the coffee on the 10th floor.

The archangel has already surrendered himself to normalcy, adapting to a new era of management and control. While this does seem to be more simpler and adept compared to the olden days, he does miss the times when he could feel the holy aura of his spear strike through a fallen's heart. In today's context, that's considered murder.

Now what does this relate to purgatory? As mentioned before Ominis still has a lot of things to be curious about and one of them are the things that happen within the walls of the Middle Path.

Specifically, the overseers.

While yes, he is considered to be at the top of the hierarchy. The overseers seem to nullify the authority of those at the top. Only the creator seems to have control over them, otherwise, they're at most the next level of superiority to him.

("The Horsemen of the Apocalypse," His brother, Nier, had mentioned as he leaned against the counter—stirring a cup of coffee with a wooden stick. "He placed them there to keep the balance. It's a land for neither the dead nor the living–a middle ground. They're natural seeds of chaos, of course. It's innate for them to destroy worlds with life and what better way to keep them at bay than to place them in the neutral zone?"

"I see," Ominis hums, fingers tapping at the desk as he leans back against his seat. Nier glances at him before throwing the wooden stirrer in the trash.

"What's got you interested in the overseers, Omi?" The nickname prompts a curl of his lips. Count Nier to be sentimental. The raven-haired man sips quietly as he awaits his response.

"Nothing," He replies. "It's just that out of all the realms, they seem to be less affected by the change."

Nier chuckles, taking a few steps forward to place a caring hand on his shoulder. "It's a place for judgment. We have too much love for humans while the fallen are too detached. The overseers are driven from humanity, they understand them better.")

The words of his brother ring within the depths of his mind, each making a resounding echo as he walks across the white halls.

To tell you the truth, this sudden interest in the middle path was formed not so long ago. A chain of events that prompted a burst of interest from this heavenly figure.

These series of events had formed a routine. There were 3 important things that you need to take note of in this scene.

One, the hallway Ominis is currently on is a bridge from Highgard to the gateway to the Middle Path. It's mostly known to be a connector and pathway for demons, angels, and any heavenly figure with the right permit.

Two, at the end of every hall, is a vending machine that serves coffee. Now, vending machines are not scarce in their company services. In fact, there are at least 5 machines stationed in every building. So, Ominis is quite sure that MidPath has more than enough vending machines to serve a batch of souls.

Third, at exactly 3 PM in Midgardian Time, there are approximately only two figures seen roaming about the halls of the connector.

One is Ominis himself and two, you guessed it.

An overseer.

Ominis walks toward the vending machine, slipping in a few coins before punching in his desired coffee. He takes a breath and takes a look at his watch. Just then, as the shorthand strikes the 15th, he hears the familiar click and clack of heels against the marble tiles.

They're here.

He hears them clear and perfect. The rustling of clothes against one another, the brush of their hands against the fabric, and that same walking rhythm.

Click.

Clack.

Click.

Clack.

Count Ominis to be a little obsessed but you really can't help but be interested in such a being. Neither angel nor demon—a seed of humanity so pure to the core that one horseman can produce an apocalypse.

An event personified.

It wasn't even God that made them but a natural occurence to life.

How interesting.

He hears the click of their shoes stop beside him, waiting for the brewing of his coffee. There were a few beats of silence, and the only thing Ominis could hear at that moment was the thumping of his heart.

"Gabriel," The overseer greets him, placing their hands behind the small of their back as they wait for their turn.

"Conquest." He greets back. The seed chuckles and heaves a sigh before silence ensues once more.

Same two words. Same format. Repeated for God knows how long he's been doing this. He punches in a latte, wishing the coffee would drip slower but heaven services always work out no matter what and so he gets his cup of coffee within 20 seconds.

He grabs the cup, sidesteps to the left, and takes a sip. The overseer steps forth, punching in their regular. Iced Caramel Macchiatto. The order takes the same time. 20 seconds.

They take the cup with swift movement before turning and making their way back to their department.

Once again, Ominis stands in the deserted hallways–a cup of coffee in his hands and another same old conclusive deduction of one of the horsemen of the apocalypse.

Coffee is an angel's desperation and fuel for conquest.

Ominis doesn't know what to feel about demons.

Beings natural to the abyss—they represent everything opposite to that of life. They thrive in the concepts of darkness, both figuratively and literally. Ominis is well aware of the millenniums he endured seeing the dust of broken horns and seething snakes crumble under his spear. He, after all, has seen everything from the moment the Lord has gathered his army to rule his rightful claim over his creations.

However, there are times like this when he decides it's okay. Demons are okay.

"I think there's a prejudice against smaller horns," Amit grumbles as he spreads a thin sheet of mayonnaise on his bread. His eyebrows are furrowed and his lips formed into a pout. Ominis curls his lips at the tone of his voice. "Mine are perfectly well-sized! I-I don't see why this should be a problem at all."

"You're making it a problem, that's the issue," Ominis hears Poppy chime from his left. Amit glares at her response. Poppy's feathers ruffle as she stretches them out, flapping her wings gently to ease the tension on her shoulders.

The three of them were currently in the communal room. The day was slow and there were not many souls to be bustling and carrying on about. Ominis considers days like these a blessing and it was also partially because it was nearing Sunday.

Amit reaches his free hand and touches the spike of his horns. "My mother gave me these horns. I just think people are jealous."

"You're right," Poppy chimes as she tilts her head to give him a mocking smile. "Amit is always right. Can we talk about something else now?"

"You're too mean for a Principality."

"You're too much of a loser for a fallen," Poppy retorts with a nonchalance that almost prompts a chuckle out of Ominis. The demon gasps in shock which the angel giggles at.

"Just because we're on break and one of you is my superior-" Sharp glare comes from Poppy. "-doesn't mean I won't reprimand you two," Ominis cuts forth their humorous conversation with a stern approach. Poppy pouts while Amit grumbles. Then the blonde contorts his face into a wistful look. "However, I'm in a good mood so I'll let it be."

"Oho!" Poppy grins as she scoots her chair closer to him. "You do look even more dashing today, Ominis. What's got you in a good mood, hm? Perhaps, a promotion from upstairs?"

It was actually because he was able to, yet again, interact with the overseer but no one has to know about that.

Amit, ever the inquisitive being that he is, leans forward with raised eyebrows. "Are you in for a promotion to be in the middle order? I hear things start to get weird in that division."

"That's because most of the higher-ups don't look like us," Poppy responds with a bite of her sandwich. Ominis nods with his eyes closed. "At least in the middle and low. Both divisions were made to be accepting to the human eye, most specifically the low order. Ascending that high reveals true nature. The same goes for your monarchs."

Amit hums at the knowledge. While Ominis truly wants the opportunity to serve Adonai directly, he does feel worried about seeing his true self when ascending into a powerful duty. He supposes being an Archangel is too perfect of a role for him to let go of.

"Nah, I don't think I'm that holistic yet," Ominis responds with a shrug of his shoulders. "I still have a lot to do as Adonai's blade."

Just as the conversation resumed its course at the prompt of his response, a pair of cold hands makes its way to his shoulders—the tip of its finger brushing ever so softly against the skin of his neck. Ominis shivers but he does not let it affect him. Although his jaw clenches at the arrival of whoever this is.

"And what of Adonai's blade?" The voice asks, cunning and cool. "Does he perhaps fancy a cup of coffee?"

The arrival alerts the low-ranking figures beside him, pursing their lips in silence as they stare at the figure behind him.

"Leviathan," Ominis announces his presence. The brunette-headed monarch smiles at his true name.

"Mm," The demon hums. He taps his finger against the collar of Ominis's coat. "As much as I like hearing that name off of your lips, I prefer being called Sebastian."

Ah. Yes. This is what Ominis means when he says he's not okay with Demons. When he misses the feeling of his heavenly spear darting through the backs of the fallen.

No offense to Amit. He's too wonderful to be a spawn of a monarch but beings like Sebastian are what he means when he's overcome by a terrible urge to fulfill his original purpose.

He's fought him before. Countless times actually. In the Great Wars of Light and Dark—the famed descent of the Son of Man into the world is tainted with the hands of the fallen. They were carefree and manipulated life freely in their own hands as if it were toys.

Levia–Sebastian, rather, had always been a figure in both the underworld and highgard. A figure of snakes that classified demons as a whole. He was an icon to many and a formidable foe to most. He was surely one of Ominis's favorite things to drive a spear through.

Unfortunately for him, demons never die. They only go back to either hell or earth. A never-ending cycle of death. He supposes this is why the Lord has agreed in a civil approach with the beings of the dark.

"He's surely thinking of ways to murder me, no?" Sebastian sighs dreamily as he sits on the empty chair to his right. Poppy hesitantly laughs while Amit falls silent at his superior. Sebastian then turns to the two.

"Principality," He nods to Poppy, "Comrade" Amit. "If I may, can I please have a few minutes to talk to dearest Ominis? I just have a few things to discuss with him with regards to a war brewing up north in Midgard."

He beams, like the ever-so-manipulative nature of his character. The two sigh, gathering their food before moving to another table, a few meters away from them. It's better to just follow through with a monarch like Sebastian. He somehow has the irritable charm that allows him to get anything that he wants. Ominis is not surprised if he receives another harassment ticket for just existing.

"Was it so important for you to disrupt my leisure time?" Ominis grumbles at him. Sebastian chuckles, placing his elbows on the metal surface of the table. He intertwines his hands and perches his chin on top of it.

"And here I thought you loved that dear little humanity of yours."

"Please," Ominis scoffs, crossing his left knee over his right. He crosses his arms over his chest. "The last thing you'd do is be desperate enough to ask someone like me for help. Disasters are your expertise. What do you want?"

Just like that, Ominis has him cornered. Not that Sebastian would mind that since this is what he originally came for in the first place. Those ruby eyes that seem to never leave the Archangel pairs with a devilish smile before sighing. "Am I ever so deceitful that you think I'm asking for help with a catch?"

"Yes." Ominis answers plainly.

The demon rolls his eyes. "Right sure". There are a few beats of silence before Sebastian speaks once more. "I came here to confirm something with you."

Ominis hums, not bothered to direct his full attention towards Sebastian. He learned enough that wasting his time and attention in believing uncivilized monarchs like Sebastian is just a fiasco waiting to happen. He tries to take some of it in but never really injects full effort to do what they want. After all, his job only entailed in keeping peace and order within the flow of time in the human realm. What demons do is out of the question.

Sebastian hums beside him before speaking. "Do they like tea?"

Ominis stiffens in his seat. "What?"

The demon grins at finally grasping the old man's attention. "I said do they like tea?"

"Who likes what?" The angel is beyond confused. Who?

"Oh come on, Riel," The nickname pops a vein on his forehead. The demon leans close to whisper. "I mean that friend of yours in the gateway."

Ominis finally tenses at the revelation. How the fuck did this guy manage to find out about that?! He subtly turns his face towards the sound of his voice. He doesn't find it in him to reply as the demon prompts a few chuckles from his lips.

"I'm quite excited to be meeting them next time," Sebastian lets out a grunt as he stretches up from his seat and finally stands. He places his hands inside the pockets of his slacks, smiling down at the tense Archangel. "15th of the hour, right?"

"You're insufferable," Ominis grumbles under his breath as the man laughs at his demise.

"You're not the only one interested, Ominis." Sebastian smirks before turning and making way to the exit of the communal room. The clacking of his shoes do not produce the same satisfaction as the seed of Conquest.

He let's out a groan as he indefinitely will have to deal with Sebastian later on. His little interactions with them had been his highlights of the week. Not everyone can have the opportunity to come across a horseman of the apocalypse. Sebastian had to go ruin his little moments of peace.

How can his day get any better?

Ominis is exactly 10 mins earlier than the designated time.

The hallway is deserted and the air conditioning is functioning at its highest. It's safe to say that he's been paranoid ever since Sebastian had made his interest in one of the seeds of chaos. He doesn't know how exactly he knew but he wasn't going to take any chances in allowing him to steal his spot.

Even though the aftermath of 5 lattes a week proves to be quite detrimental to the linings of his stomach.

It's fine. He's immortal anyway.

He swings back and forth on his heels as he waits for the clock to strike the 3rd. He's not sure why he's more nervous today and only hopes that maybe it's because of the damn lemonades Amit brought this morning because her mother had made too much. Bless her soul.

He sees the shorthand of his watch finally strike the 15th hour of the day before he hears the same click-clacking of heels against the tile floor. At the prompt of their arrival, he immediately brings out a couple of his spare coins and begins punching in his latte. He waits, hands tucked in his slacks, at the familiar greeting of their voice.

However, things seems to be way different today.

"Ah, so it's more of your role to be the judge, right?" An all too familiar voice disrupts him off his reprieve. He tenses at the added presence. "Where to place the souls and all that."

"Yes," Conquest hums, a bit detached but their interest in the conversation is there. "I allow passage based on their time of living. The same goes for my siblings."

Ominis's jaw clenches as he hears the fake facade of gasps of interests and the unrhythmic pattern of another's footsteps. Sebastian.

"That's so interesting-!"

"What are you doing here, Sebastian?" Ominis grits under his breath as the pair finally reach his vicinity. Sebastian smirks at the presence of the Archangel.

"Ah, I just passed by Midpath to pass some documents and caught Y/N over here walking towards the gateway," Sebastian coolly responds as he glances at them with a smile. "It's not every day you'd get to talk to a seed outside of their workspace. Your department is the busiest after all."

If he hated Sebastian before, he hates him even more now.

"Ah yes, Leviathan was kind enough to keep me company," Conquest responds. If they were both alone right now, he would've collapsed. This is the most he's talked to them and he can't even handle it on his own. What a joke.

"Please! Just Sebastian is fine," The demon chimes in with a gleeful tone. "Are you well acquainted with Gabriel?"

Ominis is not sure what Sebastian is planning but the demon sure as hell is enjoying this little charade.

"Mhm," Ominis answers for them. "W-We always get coffee here."

"Ah," Sebastian nods. "How adorable. Must be honorable for you, hm? Keeping this little interaction for yourself."

There's something in his tone that seethes at him—buried under layers and layers of fake smiles and enthusiasm. Ominis wants to strangle him but he has to keep up with the expression. After all, despite ruining his moment, this is the most he's spoke to Y/N—he can call them Y/N right?

"Right," Sebastian seems to have read his thoughts. "This is Y/N. Have I mentioned that?"

"Clearly," Ominis grits his teeth. The seed of conquest, ignorant of the tension between two side steps to reach the vending machine. They notice the finished latte siting lonely, perched on top of its container.

"Ominis." They call for his attention. The blonde's breath shifts. Oh Heavens, they said my name. He knows he shouldn't panic or else that would look weird and so he awkwardly turns towards her with a tense look on his face.

Y/N only stares at him with vague interest before grabbing his hand and gently placing the cup of coffee in his grasp. "Your latte," They say.

"T-Thank you." He speaks as if that's the first time he's ever held hands with a handsome person. Y/N then turns to punch in their order, opting for a hot option instead of their usual cold beverage.

Without speaking the duo watch as they tilt their head back with mild interest, waiting for their coffee, hears the familiar ding of the machine, grab their order—gives not one of them a glance and only makes way back to their department.

There's a few beats of silence—the only background noise being the whirling of the air conditioner from the vents. They're both oddly entranced by what just happened.

Sebastian shifts in his position as he turns slowly towards Ominis with a slightly curled up smile.

"Is it normal to be this turned on?"

"You're fucking weird."

Ominis doesn't know what's happening.

There's this weird competitive aura between him and Sebastian ever since that altercation last week and it's as if who can interact the most with Y/N had been set as a competition between the two of them.

He's not really the one to complain since his pride enjoyed the stakes of a competition. However, his dignity has doubled down and screeched and clawed at his mind—begging for this to be done and over with.

He admits. He might have been a little too interested in the seed of conquest but that's what he wanted it to stay as! It was already good enough for him that he was able to interact with them on a weekly basis but now, he's not so sure if he can back out of this one.

Sebastian had been a bit too overwhelming in his efforts to gain their attention. From Underworld cuisine to Highgard flowers and even Midgardian music. He's done it all. The bastard is a monarch after all and so his pay is a little bit higher than his but who cares about that?! Ominis thinks he's utterly unfair in trying to squeeze his way through his and Y/N's leisure time of getting coffee.

He too... has tried several ways to... Y'know. To just keep with the nature of competition. He comes out of his breaks a little early so he can actually try and catch up with them for a walk. Made them sweets here and there. Made sure he was done with his work so he can assist in helping out with Y/N's paperwork. If it's not much obvious—Yes, Ominis is very competitive.

The unspoken attention war had stretched out over the course of the next few weeks. A few co-workers had begun to notice Ominis and Sebastian's odd behavior. It was odd enough that a monarch is lounging in Highgard departments but no one really gave a fuck enough to care.

(Unless it's Imelda, Poppy, and Amit.

"Is the coffee in the gateway really that great? Or do they just have a fucked up death wish of a diarrhea for ordering at least 10 cups of coffee a week?" Imelda grumbles from her spot at one of the tables in the communal room as the three had full-on front seats to Ominis and Sebastian pushing each other and racing for the double doors.

Poppy sighs beside her. The Principality had also noticed the suspiciously efficient work of Ominis. While the Archangel was organized and efficient enough to accomplish his work on time, the speed of doing such works even if it was weeks away on the assigned deadline was far too suspicious.

"They say they're pining over a married Dominions officer," Amit chimes in from his eating galore of glazed donuts. Imelda glances at her co-worker with a crunch of her nose.

"If you were human, that would've already killed you."

"I could possess one if you want?" Amit jokes to which the two angels snap their heads to glare at him. "Right, my bad.")

"They like tulips more than whatever that is." Sebastian grumbles as he assesses the disarray of sunflowers, roses, and whatever Ominis picked up from Midgard. The blonde rolls his eyes at his quips.

"As if giving them tea was enough," Ominis seethes. "I'd have you know that they actually dislikes tea—especially chamomile."

"You sure do know everything, huh?" Sebastian retorts as he takes a step forward. "If I remember correctly, It was because of me that you were given an opportunity to talk to them in the first place."

Ominis scoffs. "Oh, get off your high horse. I would've talked to them either way!"

"You'd take millennia to even do that," Sebastian chuckles, tone mocking and sarcastic.

"Says who?"

"Says me," Sebastian raises his eyebrows, taunting him. "You couldn't even put a spear through my heart if it hit you right in the face."

Ominis tenses. "What nonsense—!"

"Blah blah!" Sebastian taunts like a child. If anyone were to see both of them, they would surely have a field day in the office. A monarch and an Archangel fighting over someone. What a gossip. "I know you always miss the shot. Always a centimeter off, an inch short, a few limbs past—You're too soft. Even for someone like me."

Ominis breath hitches at the revelation. It's true that among all the Archangels, He was considered to be the most accurate out of all of them. That's why he preferred long-range fights, hitting enemies with his spear through a distance. But Sebastian is Ominis's first short-range duel and he's always been meant to fight Ominis after that. Somehow, he always manages to fail killing him, allowing a millennia's worth of suffering because of it.

His brothers would give him comfort and reassurance that someday, he'd be able to strike him off. However, despite countless opportunities, he's managed to fail every single one. He doesn't have the heart in him to admit that he's purposely missing the target because who would believe an Angel having mercy over a fallen?

He has too much pride to admit that.

Somehow over the long silence emitted from Ominis's lack of response, a cough alerts them of a new presence. The two turn around to meet Y/N, standing ever so casually behind them.

"Are you two done?" Y/N tilts their head, eyes half-lidded and a cigarette hanging off their lips. They take a short and swift inhale before pulling the stick from their lips and blowing it towards the two.

The smoke causes them to flinch back and cough. The seed of Conquest takes this opportunity to breeze through and punch in their order from the vending machine.

"Y'know, for a couple of idiots, you two sure are dense as hell," Y/N chuckles as they tilt their head to the side—glancing at them with a smile. They extend their hand holding the cigarette, tapping it towards the trash can situated near the machine. They eye him with vague interest. "A millennia. A fucking millennia—Not even one but a couple actually—" Y/N takes a hit of the cigarette. "That's amazing."

The seed of Conquest blows another whiff of the stick and this time, the duo are prepared at the scent of the chemicals.

"I-I'm sorry, what are you talking about?" Ominis asks, pressing his need for clarification. Sebastian remains silent beside him.

Y/N grins underneath the fingers that snugly carry the stick between their lips. "You two."

"Us?" Sebastian raises an eyebrow.

"You seriously never thought about this? Y/N raises an amused eyebrow. The silence after confirms their thought which prompts a gleeful giggle from their lips.

Sebastian and Ominis take a pause to revel in the beauty of their laughter.

The seed of conquest then takes a step forth and gingerly presses an index finger against Sebastian's chest, "You keep finding him," Then Ominis, "You keep avoiding the inevitable," They then take a step back, taking a whiff of the cigarette before exhaling. "Doesn't it ring a bell, hm?"

It takes at least 25 seconds for the two to come to a realization. Both take it quite differently. Ominis pales while Sebastian flushes. Y/N thinks the colors contrast quite beautifully.

"How adorable," They coo before the machine finally beeps. They take their coffee with ease and take a few steps towards the two fumbling idiots. They lean close, whispering into their ears in the space between them. "Next time you two try and disrupt my work hours, I'll have you know that I can purposefully trap you in a never-ending time loop of a prison. Got that?"

The two nod carefully at their words before Y/N smiles and pats their shoulders. They make quick steps back towards their department before suddenly pausing and turning quickly with a smile.

"Also, you're both wrong," Y/N sighs as they tuck their hands inside the pockets of their coat. "I prefer Baby's-breath and milktea is my preferred choice of drink. 50% sugar with boba."

The two gape at her information. They tilt their head with a smirk, strands of hair falling ever so perfectly against their face.

"Do it right and maybe I'll agree to be taken by the two of you on a date."

And just as she says it, she leaves with the elegance and swiftness of a heavenly figure. The two couldn't even sneak a word in with what just happened, only grasping their gifts apologetically within their hands. In just a matter of a few minutes, Y/N has yet again made them speechless.

Not that the two of them would complain. There's just something about them that just leaves a breath of awe whenever Ominis and Sebastian get a chance to interact with the seed of Conquest.

Sebastian turns toward the Ominis who licks his lips in thought. "They did just say both right?"'

"Yes, Sebastian. They did."

"Are you in love with me?"

"I—"

"I think I'm in love with you," Sebastian hums, thoughtfully as if he's taking a pick which menu he'll be eating for lunch today. "I think maybe I am."

It's times like this that Ominis thinks that demons are insufferable. But then that's their charm, no? Having the ability to continuously infuriate you despite the circumstance. Ominis thinks that maybe he can try to live with that. After all, a couple of millennia with Sebastian had already been proven to be quite a taxing experience—what more a couple more years could do?

If Ominis could answer the questions of the lost souls that venture their interests in the realms beyond them, there's one thing he could definitely answer.

That demons are pricks and also can be the love of your life (you just maybe haven't noticed it yet because you're too busy driving a spear through his heart!), there's a hot overseer he can't stop thinking of, and that angels can also have gay panics.

How livid would humans be when they find out about this?

Well, I guess we'll never know.

A/N: yieeee im 20 now!! HBD TO ME!! (my bday was on the 4th, I was just too busy to post this) I hope y'all enjoyed this! Will consider doing a part two for this baby (NSFW if it has good views teehee) lmk!! love y'all!

[bellyorro]

OT3 OMINIS GAUNT X MC X SEBASTIAN SALLOW

CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP HERE.

ot3, fluff, sfw, pregnancy, mc is expecting, no use of y/n

enjoy♥

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“How is she?” Ominis asked as soon as he heard the healer open the door. He heard her rustle a bit, a comforting hand on his elbow. 

“She is absolutely fine Mr. Gaunt, just needs to rest. Was nothing but low sugar levels and mild dehydration something completely normal when one is expecting twins.” 

Ominis nodded, thanking all the gods above and letting relief slowly wash over him. Oh, how he wished his husband was there next to him as well. 

“Could I come see her?” He asked, voice a little strained.

“Of course, but I would like to advise you not to startle her for now.” 

“Understandable, thank you” Ominis nodded and stepped ahead, extending his right hand for the door as his wand pulsed red on his left. 

“Ominis?” Her weak little voice said and Ominis heart broke in a million pieces but he remembered the healer's instructions. No startling her so he opted for smiling reassuringly and reaching out for her to grab his hand. Once she did he leaned over and graced her forehead with his lips.

“Hello my love, how are you feeling?” 

“Ominis… I'm sorry…” 

“No, love. None of that. You are fine, all three of you are fine and that's what matters” 

“Ominis…” She said again, this time her voice wobbled enough to let him know she was crying. 

“My love, please. You did nothing wrong, let yourself rest my dear.” He reassured her now speaking into her ear, his free hand coming down to rub her swollen belly over the sheets. 

“Where is Sebastian?” She asked after a couple of minutes of breathing along with Ominis. 

“He was notified of your situation my love but you know how his work is, can hardly get out of it fast enough and much less on such a short notice.” 

She nodded, understanding but still hating the fact that he couldn't be there with her as well. 

“WHERE IS SHE?! OMINIS!” A recognizable voice was yelling from the hallway and Ominis stood up as Sebastian struggled out of the grasp of the Hospital security and barged into their room looking absolutely mental. 

“Darling! Ominis love, what happened? Is she alright?” He asked in a voice strained with pain and teary eyes. 

“She's alright Sebastian, please calm down dear.” Ominis said, walking towards his voice until he felt Sebastian grab his hand, then he heard a faint cry from her and the unmistakable sweet sound of a kiss. 

“I'm alright, Sebastian” She started trying to calm him down further. “Growing two children in me is proving to be quite a challenge for my body. I just need to take my bed rest more seriously” 

“Merlin's beard, I was told that you were here and nothing else. I thought the worst…” 

Ominis had to shut him up before he could upset her further. He placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and gave it a squeeze. 

“Nothing that a little rest won’t fix, dear. That’s all it is.” Ominis said, rubbing Sebastian’s back as he kissed the bump over the sheets. His hunched figure and her shape lying on the hospital bed coming to him through his wand pulses. They were there, solid and their magic returning to him like an echo, a beautiful, physical reminder that everything was going to be okay. 

“I’m so sorry for scaring you both. I was fine until I fainted.” She sniffled, causing Ominis and Sebastian to shush her reassuringly. 

“None of that darling, please rest some before we get to take you home. I’ll take a few days out of work.” 

“No, Sebastian!” She protested. “I know how important your position is right now… I don’t want to be a burden…” 

“Love, my dearest.” Sebastian said, his voice firm and laced with so much love that it even made Ominis chest flutter. “I was planning on it already. You need us both next to you. You are carrying our children, two of them. I’m afraid there’s nothing I could ever do to repay you for this sacrifice.” 

Ominis nodded, smiling in their direction, standing right next to Sebastian he also placed one big, comforting hand on the bump. “You know dear, it’s not very often that our husband is able to string his sentences so eloquently and so honestly as today. I’d say it’s best to take his word, don’t you think?” 

“Hey…” Sebastian protested but his heart wasn’t on it, of course. He smiled as she let out a small giggle, a sound that made Ominis smile real big for the first time that day. 

“You are absolutely right, Ominis dear. I won’t object anymore” She replied with a smile on her voice. Ominis loved it. 

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Potion Roulette

Ominis x Reader x Sebastian

Summary: Sebastian presents his friends with a box of potions to play with.

Warming: Sexual Content, Miniors DNI, Smut, Polyamory, Double pen, a little gay, mention of drug use, p in v, pure filth

“Ta - da!” Sebastian announces placing a large box with random potions, labels peeling and some left undeciphered.

“Merlins beard Seb- what on earth are you trying to show us.” You announced edging away from the box of haphazard potions. Sebastian straightens his back in mock commentary.

“My dear friends- I present to you a little game of potion roulette.” He announces, a large grin spreads across his face.

“Absolutely not.” Ominis declares, leaning back with an unamusement, pressing into his features. “That’s a simply dangerous activity- idiotic really.” Sebastian begins pacing around his apprehensive friends, spewing words of encouragement, twisting his manipulations into the very words.

“Live a little! There is no better pass time then to play potion roulette though the night with my beloved friends in the comfort of the Undercroft were prying eyes are kept at bay.” Ominis continues to sit sternly in his seat, unwavering in his earlier declaration. Sebastian sees a slight hesitation in the girls features. Targeting the poor girl Sebastian sits next to her and leaning in with eagerness shining through his eyes. “Common Y/n, your always keen for adventure and fun - think about retelling the this very story. What’s the worst that could happen?” Sebastian says provoking a lapse in your yielding judgment.

“Perhaps it would be fun Ominis… at least just one round?” You announce softly, unsure if Ominis would want to join in your hooligan activities.

Sebastian sits in knowing thrill. He understands all too well that his best friend requires little to no convincing when it comes from their female companion. As expected Ominis relents to Y/n’s suggestion.

The three grab random bottles, and they all look to each other examining their possible substance.

“Mines pink with some sparkles… maybe it’s a beautification potion?” You speak up looking with a scrutinising eye. Leaning to Ominis you see a bottle with deep purple and thick simmer sifting gently. “Yours is purple with deep shimmers, maybe it’s a calming draught?” You guess before looking over at an excited Sebastian.

“Mines clear… could be… anything really.” He says unsure of what to say. He pops the cork and holds his potion bottle out to cheers before downing the contents.

A sweet taste feels your mouth your eyes turndown half-lidded immediately to a soft gaze. Your body grows warm, almost uncomfortably with the clothes you have on. You begin to pull off your outer robes which brings you little relief, you begin to pull your school tie and vest off, not daring the take anything else off.

A light sheen coats Ominis skin, sweat gathering as his clothes touch at his skin uncomfortably, every thread seemingly scrapping along him. Sebastian leans back in amusement watching his friends slowly undress themselves.

“What in Merlin’s beard are you two doing?” He asks with a smirk adorning his soft lips. His eyes boring into your form making your legs clamp at the sudden wetness pooling between your thighs.

Ominis unbuttons most of his shirt not daring to remove anything else. The poor boy reminding himself that it’s the potion, and that he won’t die if he doesn’t take all of his clothes off. His skin feels wrong, like there is something meant to their, misery sets as Ominis leans his head back in a whine.

You place your hand mistakenly on Ominis thigh, asking if he’s okay. The fire running through his skin only subsiding at your touch. A moan of relief escapes his lips. The blonde seems unaware of the lewd sounds escaping him, as he is too focus on the relief your hand is giving him.

Desire filters through your very being, your core throbbing at the sound. “Does it feel better when I touch you?” You ask, meaning to sound concerned, instead you sound needy, as if begging for him to ask for more.

“Yes, it feels so good. The pain is gone when you do that.” He states, the relief slowly slipping away leaving the dull throb of pain at the lack of stimulation. "Move your hand around please." You did exactly as asked, soothing Ominis touched starved leg.

The cushion next to you dips, turning you see Sebastian leaning in unusually close placing a hand on your forehead before cradling your cheek.

"You feeling okay? You're looking very red." Your eyes dart down to his lips, staring longingly at the soft bow. You wonder how it would feel pressed against your own, or how it would feel nipping at your neck, how would they wrap themselves around your fleshy mounds.

Stuck in your train of thought, you haven't even noticed your caressing hand moving up to Ominis crotch, you had been stroking the hard organ. You started lean into Sebastian's face closing your eyes your lips touching just as Ominis grips your wrist and bucks his hips hard into your hand with a groan.

"I think I had a lust potion, I'm not thinking straight, I need to leave." Ominis announces attempting to stand Sebastian pushes his mate back onto the couch.

"You don't want to leave in this state, it would be unsightly to see a Gaunt acting so precocious." He hoaxes, urging Ominis to seek comfort on the couch. "Y/n and I can take care of your needs, we're friends so it's not weird or anything right?" Sebastian asks. Your mind equally as cloudy as Ominis, you nod in agreement regardless.

"Yeah friends help each other out, do you need help Ominis?" You ask sweetly placing a hand on his chest.

"Friends don't usually help like this." He states somewhat coherent, but whatever little self control he had was quickly fleeting at the feeling of you touching his chest.

"That's true, but what else are you going to do? You can't let people see you like this." Sebastian persuades, Ominis quickly shaking his head with feverish words falling.

"I should take care of this myself." Ominis retorts, sounding like he was convincing himself more than anyone.

"Mate, your hand isn't enough even you haven't had a lust potion. What makes you think you'll satisfy yourself?" The trickster begins to message the blushing blondes shoulders. "I hear you from time to time, trying to swallow your moans for non-other than Y/n herself... she's offering her hand right now. Are you not going to accept it?" It was your turn to blush at this.

How many times have you laid in bed thinking and touching yourself to the thought of Ominis ravishing you? How many times have shoved your fingers into your hole desperately trying to replicate the idea of Sebastians cock? The answer is too many.

"Is that true Ominis? Do you think of me when you touch yourself? I've thought about you sometimes..." You answer vaguely, you feel his heart pounding in his chest. "Truthfully, I think about both of you... I know it's wrong." You begin to lean into Ominis face, cupping his neck and guiding his lips to yours, his lustful face turning a brighter shade of pink. "But your both are just so handsome, how can I not?" You capture his lips feeling his tongue instantly shove itself into his mouth desperately demanding more of yourself.

Sebastian moves behind you, placing open mouthed kisses on your neck, groping and kneading your boobs. He slides his hand down your front grabbing greedily at your box. Your breath hitches at his intoxicating touch, he breaks his hand away to continue undressing your figure.

You slide your hands down Ominis chest down to his pants, unbuttoning them and slowly pulling them down. "Let me take care of you okay?" You say as Ominis assist in pulling his clothes off. "Seb - can you show me what I should do?" You ask innocently. Of course you knew what to do, you just wanted to see Sebastian touching Ominis in places friends typically wouldn't touch.

A grunt sounds from Ominis as Sebastian places his firm hand on his shaft. "How about I'll use my hand and you put that heavenly mouth of yours to work?" Sebastian slows his pumping hand to let you lick his tip, only to wrap your mouth around his member, your tongue slugging back and fourth as your sink your head down.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkk" Ominis moans in desperate pleasure. Sebastian is entranced at your action, he forgets to move his hand.

"Wow...Y/n I hope you do that for me..." Sebastian says staring hypnotised at you working your skilful tongue along Ominis cock. You begin to grin at the captivated look in Sebastians eyes, reaching out to palm him through his trousers.

"Sebastian, move your fucking hand up and down. Right. Now." Ominis demands, snapping Sebastian back into the moment as he matches his fisting movements to your mouth.

Ominis squirms under the pleasure of your mouth in combination with Sebastians expert hand movements. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh I'm going to cum, I'm gonna cum. Quick move your mouth!" Ominis warns pushing your head back only for you to push his member deeper right to the back of your throat, which pushes Ominis over the line. Thick hot globs of cum shoots down your throat as you swallow it down quickly. Ominis rest his head back onto the arm rest with the most delicious fucked out look you’ve ever seen. Your mouth detaches from his twitching member.

"My turn." You demand, placing your thighs on either side of Ominis face, he grabs lazily at your hips still muddled from the euphoria. Sinking your hips down quickly onto his tongue. He begins to lick tantalising circless at your swollen pearl.

Sebastian grabs the back of your neck pulling you backwards into his mouth as you continue to ride Ominis face. His tongue becoming all the more ferocious as his sense begin to return, his cock remaining hard throughout the ordeal.

Sebastian pulls away from your lips as you kept disrupting the kiss from moaning at the pleasure being brought between your legs.

Standing at the arm rest, Sebastian pulls his trousers off, grabbing his member in his hand and begins to pump it with such neediness. He was obviously enjoying the sight of his mate performing cunnilingus on you. You roll your body down onto Ominis tongue chasing your high whilst continuing to lock eyes with Sebastian. The scene was just so scandalous, watching Sebastian pleasure himself unapologetically.

He leans in grabbing you by the base of your hair forcing you to look at him as your close at the pleasure.

“Look at me darling, that’s it - just look at me. I want you to look into my eyes as you come undone. I want to be the first to see it.” That’s all you needed to hear. Your hips grind down onto Ominis as Sebastian grips your hair tightly forcing you to look at him. His mouth drops open in a low moan as you sob in pleasure coming undone on his slick tongue. “Oh that’s a good girl.”

Sebastian slides his hands down your legs, wrapping his fingers around the back of your thighs, hoisting you up to pull your legs around his waist the loss of contact causing Ominis whine. “Bring her back.” He yearns earning a soft chuckle from the brunette.

“Do not fret Ominis.” Sebastian teases laying your body on top of Ominis, like your personal pillow. Ominis grinds his member into your bare ass. “Wait your turn mate. I’ve waited mine.” Sebastian pulls your legs apart, grabbing his shaft he slides his tip along your slit and begins to slide into your wet hole. Ominis clutches greedily at your chest and sucks on your neck as your spine arches off of him, hips pressing down onto his crotch whilst Sebastian slams his hips into your dripping cunt. “Fuckkk just looking at you two greedy brats underneath me- ugh.” His hips start to snap in rapid pace, uncivilised and incoherent words spill from your mouth at the unadulterated bliss.

Ominis’ impatience gets the best of him. His veiny shaft swelling in demand to be in a tight hold. The blonde grabs the base of Sebastian’s cock and begins to push it out of you making way for your slit, he shoves his tip in and begins to buck aggressively up into you. A yelp escapes you as you feel a sudden change feeling a longer prick kiss the surface of your cervix. “Mh-sorry, my-sorry.” Ominis pleads pounding harder into you.

“Oi you greedy little slut, I was first!” Sebastian complains pulling you off his dick. Sebastian begins to lean back, laying down away from Ominis, pulling you onto his lap, he pushes your hips back down onto his own cock. “Ride me.” He demands watching your ass bounce off of him.

“Please Sebastian, I need to be in something right now. It hurts.” Ominis pleads pumping his painfully swollen cock.

“Then use me.” Sebastian encourages spreading his knees further. “It won’t hurt me I promise.” You slow your bouncing down opting to encourage the nervous Ominis.

“Do you need help stuffing him sweetie?” You run your fingers in his hair, pulling him into a sweet kiss. You pull away from his mouth opting to spit into your hand, you lower your hand rubbing Sebastian’s ass. “There sweetie.” You pull him back into a kiss as he lines himself up to Sebastian’s ass and begins to spread him apart. Ominis just moans into your mouth at the relieving sensation of the pleasant grip.

You continue to slide your tongue around Ominis mouth watching him snapping his pelvis into his best friend. You resume to grinding onto Sebastian.

The poor guy lays blissfully in a heaping sweaty mess. Too pleasured to utter a single word, instead he resorts to mixing his moans, groans and wails at the feeling of being fucked in every way possible.

Sebastian yearned to continue feeling this, but is balls demanded instant release. His gut tightens in extreme pleasure. “Cumming - cumming.” He says causing you and Ominis to speed up your movements to quickly chase your own highs. Sebastian’s vision blurs seeing stars his head goes light as he unloads the biggest creamiest cumshot of his life into your fluttering hole.

You slam down into his laps for the final brush of his pulsing cock throwing your right over the edge.

Ominis breathes a breathy groan unloading himself for the second time into Sebastian’s ass, his hips slowing to a halt. You pull out Sebastian’s deflating member with a slight whine. Collapsing back first into his chest. “That was- that was - yeah.” You say with a big smile, unable to process simple language. You look down at Ominis hunching over and noticing he’s stroking his cock once again.

“Ugh I need go cum again-" He begs pulling your knees apart.

“Wait.” You beg, you were far to stimulated to keep going. Ominis was too consumed to hear your pleas as he drove his dick right back into your slit.

“Ahh you feel so good.” Ominis moans snapping his harsh hips right back into your tingling one. Sebastian grabs the back of your knees pulling them towards your chest, opening yourself up more as Ominis slams repeatedly into your special spot.

“Fuck- wait!” You scream as the knot in your stomach snaps instantly causing you to squirt. Ominis continues to slam his hips into your own drawing out his undoing for the third time that night.

You all lay lazily on top of one another heaving air back into your lungs after the worlds most intense exercise.

Sense starts to return to you, this was a terrible idea. The friendship was ruined all because you were horny from a love and lust potion.

"That was a wretdream come true." Ominis sighs drawing lines on your belly. "I hope we can do that again." Sebastian reaches around stroking his mates hair, wrapping his free arm around your waist.

"Me too."

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It was the next morning, and you had spent majority of it sitting in the bath tub, soaking in bubbles to help soothe your aching muscles. You had noticed when dressing that a strong glow adorned your skin.

You walked slowly through the great hall, still aching from the harsh fuck-fest which was last night. You take your usual seat next to Sebastian.

"You're looking radiant today Y/n." Imelda comments with a slight smirk. "It's pretty funny how you two both walk a little funny this morning... and how you happen to have this skin glow today..."

"What ever could you mean?"Sebastian questions, with little effort.

"I'm just saying how interesting it is that Y/n didn't come back to our room until this morning, fresh from the bath tub... rather unusual isn't it?"

"Good morning!" Ominis announces, a chipper smile plastered across his face he too holding a glow.

"No freaking way! Y/n you dirty girl! I didn't know you had it in you!"

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Sebastian Sallow x MC/Reader x Ominis Gaunt NSFW - Volume 1

First Volume for Sebastian Sallow x MC/Reader x Ominis Gaunt archive, this list is all NSFW works. More volumes coming soon. Not seeing your fic here? Send me an ask/message with a link so I can get it added!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

PLEASE NOTE: Some headcanons are separate Sebastian x MC and Ominis x MC

Oneshots

Carnal - @arthenaa

-> Insatiable - @arthenaa

Cheating - @kaminokatiee

-> Cheating Pt 2 - @kaminokatiee

-> Cheating Pt 3 - @kaminokatiee

Daddy Issues - @twitchydownfall

Dark Whispers, Light Vows Prologue - @seabass-swallows

-> Dark Whispers, Light Vows - 1 -@seabass-swallows

-> Dark Whispers, Light Vows - 2 - @seabass-swallows

Do You Sleep Anymore? - @sweetnsourdoh

-> Do You Sleep Anymore? Pt 2 - @sweetnsourdoh

-> Do You Sleep Anymore? Pt 3 - @sweetnsourdoh

-> Do You Sleep Anymore? Pt 4 - @sweetnsourdoh

-> Do You Sleep Anymore? Pt 5 - @sweetnsourdoh

-> Do You Sleep Anymore? Pt 6 - @sweetnsourdoh

-> Do You Sleep Anymore? Epilogue - @sweetnsourdoh

give him something to listen to - @cuffmeinblack

how the trio became a throuple - @underthenightskydreamsneverdie

I carry your heart with me (I carry you in my heart) - @tinaexe

I like my body when it's with your body - @tinaexe

Insatiable gravity - @tinaexe

Mallowsweet Muses - @anto-pops

-> Mallowsweet Muses Pt 2 - @anto-pops

-> Mallowsweet Muses Pt 3 - @anto-pops

May I feel said he - @tinaexe

No Better Way to Warm Up - @matchavellichor

-> No Better Way to Warm Up - @matchavellichor

Ominis Gaunt, Uncle Extraordinaire - @seabass-swallows

-> Ominis Gaunt, Uncle Extraordinaire Pt 2 - @seabass-swallows

-> Ominis Gaunt, Uncle Extraordinaire Pt 3 - @seabass-swallows

-> Ominis Gaunt, Uncle Extraordinaire Pt 4 - @seabass-swallows

Seven new ways that you can eat your young - @tinaexe

Sharing Is Caring - Everyone Has Needs - @underthenightskydreamsneverdie

-> Sharing is Caring Pt 1 - @underthenightskydreamsneverdie

-> Sharing is Caring Pt 2 - @underthenightskydreamsneverdie

-> Sharing is Caring Pt 3 - @underthenightskydreamsneverdie

-> Sharing is Caring Pt 4 - @underthenightskydreamsneverdie

Teach Him a Lesson - @fierymiasma

The Glory Hole - @twitchydownfall

Two Swines and Knickers - @lostmyremembrall

-> The Apology Gift - @lostmyremembrall

-> The Moral High Ground - @lostmyremembrall

Series

Broken Promises - @writingliv

Duplicity - @imagrindylow

Finally Normal-ish - @luckycharmedpuff (feat. Other HL boys)

Old habits die hard - @cuffmeinblack

Headcanons

As Subs and Doms - @underthenightskydreamsneverdie

Favorite Positions - @underthenightskydreamsneverdie

First Times - @underthenightskydreamsneverdie

How Loud/Dirty Talk - @underthenightskydreamsneverdie

[sebastiansgaycousin]

Sebastian Sallow and the Mystery of the Black Cat (O.G x Animagus!Reader x Sebastian Sallow)

Sebastian meets a cat who behaves like an asshole. He's a little bit dumb, very jealous and very, very much in love with his friends.

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Reader can be read as cis or as a transman. Reader can also be read as any race. Also posted to my Ao3

Words: 3,026

The first time Sebastian saw the black cat, it had been in the potions classroom.

It was laying on top of the counter, next to the stove Sebastian was using. Amber eyes cracked ever so slightly open when Sebastian approached the potion station with an outstretched hand.

The black fur felt soft underneath his fingertips. Its coat was shiny and well kept. It had white socks on every foot except its back left paw. The one on the front right was up high compared to the others too. Soft, pink toe beans greeted Sebastian when the cat turned on its back. Sebastian rubbed underneath its chin, the cat purring appreciatively.

"Well, aren't you adorable? Are you professor Sharp's cat?" He said to the cat. The cat just purred in response, eyes closing. Sebastian chuckled and checked in with his potion. It was a batch of wiggenweld potions he made for the new fifth year, at his new friend's request. The batch was finished, glowing a neon green in the cauldron. Perfect. He started filling up the glass flasks with the liquid. Quickly, he realised he didn't have enough flasks.

The cat, who had been staring at the student for a while now, meowed. Sebastian booped its nose. "I'm going to pick up some more flasks. Can you keep an eye on my cauldron, little friend?" He asked. Something sparkled inside the honey coloured eyes. It meowed again and started licking its paw. Sebastian took it as a yes.

That was his mistake. The second he had his back turned to the cat, he heard the sound of glass breaking.

Sebastian quickly turned around to see if the cat was okay. The cat was very much alright. In fact, it was calmly sitting on the counter, looking down at the broken potion on the ground. It noticed Sebastian was looking. Its paw moved towards the next potion, softly pushing the flask to the edge of the counter. "Don't you dare do it," Sebastian whispered, loud enough for the cat to hear.

The mischievous eyes were locked with Sebastian's as the cat pushed the other potion off the desk too. A high pitched squeal left Sebastian's mouth as he rushed to the potion station. The cat jumped off and ran out of the classroom. "No, don't you dare run off you little bastard!" Sebastian exclaimed as he kneeled next to the puddle on the floor.

"Mister Sallow!" The door to Sharp's office swung open with quite a lot of force. It slammed against the stone next to it with a loud bang. The ex-auror took a second to assess the situation in front of him. Sebastian still sat on his knees next to the puddle, though fear was visible on his face. "Mister Sallow. Would you mind explaining to me what this is all about?" Sharp shot a piercing glare Sebastian's way.

"Sir, your cat - it threw my potion on the floor." Sebastian tried to explain.

Sharpe frowned at this. "Don't be ridiculous, Mister Sallow. I don't have a cat." He stated firmly. "Now, are you going to clean that up?"

The second time was while Sebastian was in the library. For once he was not sneaking in the restricted section. He was sitting at a table with his nose buried in his astronomy book. He felt how something warm jumped onto his lap. The Slytherin looked down to see the cat (who he had named Bastard since the potion incident) settle on his lap. It looked at Sebastian with a cocky look in its eyes.

The intensity of Bastard's stare was like a challenge. Sebastian couldn't figure out what it wanted or what it was going to do. Regrettably, he took too long as the black cat climbed onto the table and laid down on top of his homework.

Sebastian groaned.

"Please leave. I need to finish 20 inches on the discovery of Jupiter," he asked, trying to stay polite even though he had no reason to be. It was an animal, after all.

"Meow." The cat stated, factually. It got up and knocked his book off the table when it jumped off. It shot Sebastian a glare and Sebastian felt guilty for sending the cat away. Then, Bastard disappeared around the corner.

Sebastian wondered whose cat it was so he could tell them how rude Bastard was. With the amount of cats that had free reign to go wherever they pleased inside of the school, Sebastian doubted he’d ever find them. He groaned and bent over to pick up his book and saw that the paper had folded and one of the pages was torn at the top.

“Hey, Sebastian! I didn’t know you were studying here as well!” His new friend walked up to him and put his books down on the opposite side of the table. Then, he sat down with a heart warming smile on his face. Sebastian waved a little and put the book down on the table again.

“Hello there. I was trying to work on my paper for astronomy, but someone’s cat decided against that. Did you see it leave?” Sebastian asked. His friend frowned at the question.

“Cat? Sebastian, what are you talking about? I didn’t see anything,” He looked very worried at Sebastian. The latter was too stunned to speak. His friend took Sebastian’s hand. “Maybe you’re overworked. You should take a break! Let’s go to the Three Broomsticks to unwind a little.”

* 

The third time, it was in the Slytherin common room.

Bastard was laying next to Ominis on the couch, purring away. Ominis was reading a book and petting the cat at the same time, sitting close to the fire. Sebastian narrowed his eyes when he walked in and saw the scene in front of him.

“Ominis. What is that cat doing next to you?” He asked, sitting down on the other couch.

Ominis didn’t move to answer, fingers still going over the page. “He’s a cat, Sebastian. He doesn’t do much, besides sleeping the day away.” He said. The cat cracked open an eye to look at Sebastian, almost as if it heard and understood the conversation between the friends.

“Wait. Bastard is a male cat?” Sebastian blurted out the question using the nickname he’d given the cat. Ominous sighed and closed his book. He leaned over to place the object down on the table. The cat took this as a sign to climb onto his lap and make himself comfortable.

“You named him Bastard?”

“Yeah, the little shit has only ever thrown my items onto the floor. Including potions in the classroom, which wasn’t fun to explain to Sharp.”

Ominis chuckled at his friend. Sebastian wished he was the cat, he wanted to sleep on Ominis' lap, too. He ignored that thought and opted to simply glare daggers into the soft asshole currently purring at the way Ominis scratched behind his ears. Again, the cat appeared to look at him with a ton of cockiness in his amber eyes.

The battle for Ominis' attention was on.

*

The weeks after, Bastard started appearing more and more around Sebastian. The cat made Sebastian's life a hell in a way the wizard didn't think a cat was able to. Constantly breaking stuff, laying on top of items Sebastian needed to use and mostly just sticking to Ominis' side.

Sebastian couldn't believe it either, but he was jealous of a cat.

Then there was his friend. The prodigy had been there to listen to his complaints about the animal. They were very kind and considerate of Sebastian, who'd only been complaining lately. Even now, in the dorm.

"I don't understand it, really. What does that thing have that I don't?" He was laying on his back, head hanging over the edge as he burned a hole into Ominis' bed with his eyes. They'd been hanging out for a while now, on their rainy Saturday afternoon.

His handsome friend - who was practising some charms on his own bed - shrugged. "Whiskers? A tail? We could be here for a while if I need to list every single thing the cat has that you don't." He commented as he made an apple float in the air.

Sebastian groaned in frustration.

"Sebastian, calm down. You're jealous of a cat. Just confess your undying love to Ominis already, then you can be scratched behind your ears and be told you're a good boy too." The fifth year looked away from the floating apple, turning his head to look at Sebastian. Sebastian, meanwhile, flushed a deep scarlet.

"I don't know what you're talking about. And it sounds like you're thinking of a dog, not a cat."

"My point still stands. I really don't mind hearing you out, but it's painful to watch how much you're in love with Ominis," his friend paused to pluck the apple out of the air. Sebastian watched as he took a bite out of the apple and he felt something familiar stir in his stomach. The same feeling he got when he looked at Ominis. He filed the thought away in the furthest dusty cabinet in his brain. "Watching you deny your feelings is way more painful than the cruciatus curse. And I would know, since you cast it on me."

Sebastian groaned. "I told you I was sorry."

"I know, it was a joke. I like watching you squirm. Makes you look prettier." He replied. He got up and tossed the remains of his apple in the bin. "Anyway. I'm heading out, you're being boring. See you later!"

Sebastian watched his friend leave. A soft blush was present on his face. Did he just call Sebastian pretty? Purely out of instinct, Sebastian got up to chase them and ask about it. When he left the dorm room however, he was greeted by an empty hallway.

*

Truthfully. He'd only put his wand onto the floor next to him to tie his shoelaces again when something soft and dark rushed past him. Sebastian had looked up to see the cocky fucker peak just around the corner, his wand in Bastard's little mouth.

"Give it back." He commanded the cat. Bastard looked up at Sebastian, eyes yet again filled with mischief. The Slytherin was certain the cat understood him, especially since he was always challenging the human. Sebastian got back up and walked over.

Of course, Bastard had other plans and ran away. Sebastian cursed and ran after the cat. They ran through the corridors of Hogwarts, Sebastian focused on the white tip of Bastard's tail. If he was able to pay any attention, he'd have noticed the hallways were all abandoned.

Sebastian crashed into someone after coming around a corner. He was barely able to save himself and the person, who happened to be none other than his best friend. Holding Ominis tightly, he checked where Bastard went. He was sitting on a bench, looking at the two students with an amused look in his eyes. "Sorry Ominis," Sebastian said, eyes not leaving the amber eyes. "I was chasing Bastard, he took my wand."

Ominis appeared to be amused. "Oh, really now? A cat took your wand?" Sebastian wanted to punch and/or kiss the smugness off of Ominis’ beautiful face. Ominis had no reason to be smug either, it was not like he made the cat…

“Did you make the cat bother me?” The accusation came out a bit harsher than he had meant to. He was just so sick of the animal bothering him so much. And he wanted answers, too.

His best friend started laughing out loud. He didn’t say anything, just turned around and tried to find the cat with his wand. He eventually did and kneeled down in front of Bastard. Ominis took the wand from the jaws of the monster. “Thank you,” he said. He leaned down to kiss the top of Bastard’s hair. The cat purred and rubbed his head against Ominis’ cheek.

Sebastian’s wand was placed into his hand. Sebastian quietly thanked his friend, glad he didn’t have to get close to Bastard himself. “You owe me,” Ominis turned back to Sebastian with a grin on his face.

“Yeah yeah. Just tell me when I can do something for you,” Sebastian replied, rolling his eyes with a smile. He thought Ominis was joking. Ominis stepped closer to Sebastian.

“I know something,” Ominis stated, something indescribable on his face. Sebastian had never seen this expression on his friend’s face. It was a mix of determination and something else. It made Sebastian feel equal parts scared and attracted to his friend. Ominis took a step closer towards Sebastian, now standing in Sebastian’s personal space.

Was this still a joke? What was Ominis doing? Blood rushed to his face, turning him a nice scarlet red. He could smell Ominis now, it did things to Sebastian. Did it suddenly get hotter? “W-What do you propose?” He stuttered. He stuttered . Anne would probably laugh her ass off if Sebastian ever told her this.

Sebastian’s brain short-circuited when he felt Ominis’ lips on his own. Out of reflex more than anything, he took a step back; the kiss had been way too intense for Sebastian’s unprepared mind. He took the time to stare at his best friend, mouth wide open. Ominis now looked a bit insecure, toying with the sleeves of his robes a bit.

“Are you… Mocking me?” Sebastian asked, softly. Ominis’ eyes widened at the question, clearly confused.

“Sebastian. I’d never mock you with something like this. I’ve wanted this, I’ve wanted you for the longest time now,” Ominis confessed, making Sebastian feel dizzy with just his words. “I was too stupid to see you wanted me, too. Until he pointed it out to me.”

Sebastian folded his arms across his chest. “Explain. Now.” He gave his friend a stern look. “This doesn’t mean no, by the way. I just want to know who he is.”

His best friend smiled a little. “It’s our friend. He… Put things in perspective for me. How I feel about you, for example. He said it was obvious you were interested in me as well. I started noticing he was right, so I decided to take the leap with both of you.” Ominis’ explanation made sense. Sebastian decided he disliked that their friend read Ominis better than he himself did. Ominis had always been hard to read, Sebastian only started being able to read him better last year. And their friend knew him for less than a year and figured him out pretty quickly.

Sebastian blinked. “Wait. Both of you?” he asked.

He saw how Bastard jumped off the stone bench behind Ominis. Then, suddenly, their friend was standing behind Ominis, stretching out his limbs. Sebastian let out a high pitched squeal and jumped. Their friend chuckled softly and wrapped his arms around Ominis.

“He means you and me. Because, well, I like you both,” His soothing voice answered Sebastian’s question instead of Ominis. “Sorry, Seb. I haven’t been entirely honest to you. I’m an Animagus.”

Sebastian pointed at the boy. “You’re the one who keeps messing with me! I knew you understood the things we were saying!” He loudly exclaimed. He tried to ignore the feeling in his stomach at the sight of his friends standing in front of him like this. “How long have you known, Ominis?”

The memory of seeing Ominis and Bastard (in cat form) relaxing on the couch in the common room came to mind. It kind of pissed Sebastian off, if he was being honest. Ominis, ever perceptive of his friend’s behaviour, spoke up. “I’ve known for a few days. When he confessed his feelings for both of us to me. We were devising a plan to confess to you, though I didn’t know he was going to do it out of nowhere like this.”

Bastard let go of Ominis and moved to stand next to him. He reached for Sebastian’s hand and squeezed it tight. “I just couldn’t wait any longer. I want you two to be mine,” he stated, pretty eyes darting between his two friends. Sebastian’s blush returned to his face. He let himself be pulled closer by Bastard, his two friends now in his personal space. He watched as Bastard moved behind Ominis again and whispered something in Ominis’ ear, then kissed his cheek. Ominis’ cheeks turned a dusty pink as he blushed. It made Sebastian’s stomach flip.

A hand cupped Sebastian’s jaw. It slid up and behind his head, fingers weaving through his brown hair. It was Bastard (he really wasn’t going to let go of this nickname), who looked at him with the mischievous eyes Sebastian had come to know from his cat form. Honestly, how he didn’t put two and two together and figured it out quickly was beyond him. He didn’t have time to think as he saw Ominis lean in again.

This time, Sebastian was prepared for the kiss. Ominis’ lips were soft and gentle for no reason, but they were. They went beyond Sebastian's wildest dreams and suddenly it felt all too real. He closed his eyes and wrapped an arm around Ominis as they kissed. He felt another set of lips below his ear; they were a bit rougher, more chapped but pleasant nonetheless.

Eventually, Ominis pulled back for air. His lips were red and swollen and he looked soft. His guard was fully down now. It warmed Sebastian’s heart. Then, Bastard kissed him, but only briefly. He smirked and appeared to be satisfied with himself.

Sebastian sighed. “Fine. If Bastard stops throwing my stuff off surfaces, I’ll be yours.”

The Animagus laughed. “Aw, you’re really going to keep using that nickname for me? And we only just got together, sweetcheeks.”

Sebastian cringed at that nickname. “Shut up, before I change my mind.”

Again, Bastard laughed and Ominis chuckled too. Sebastian rolled his eyes and rested his head on Ominis' shoulder, blowing air into Bastard's neck. It was the happiest he had felt in a few years and silently, he really didn't mind his new lover's prankis if it ended up like this.

[actually-mentally-ill]

when im being asked a question, but i was busy daydreaming about __ x y/n

[lovesicklovermia]

normalise making a list of character x readers u like to read so you can spin a wheel every night before bed to decide ur bedtime story xx

[theealbatross]

ominis: put a finger down if you were nice to a girl to use them for your own gain then played yourself, caught feelings, and is now horrendously obsessed with them that you got sick because they chose Amit Thakkar for one charms project

sebastian, on his last finger: i don't like this game

[nyra-42]

Just me . . . reopening tumblr for the third time in the last 30 minutes checking to see if anyone posted anything new since I checked 5 minutes ago.

[5sospenguinqueen]

Sebastian: I hear you like bad boys.

MC: Yeah, I suppose so.

Sebastian: (to Ominis) Tell her.

Ominis: He's literally the worst.

[radical-ghostface]

HOGWARTS LEGACY

TWT PORN LINKS

~~ TW: This contains real pornography. These links will take you to real videos posted by real people. My intention is never to make anyone uncomfortable so if this is something you are not comfortable with I urge you to please click away. ~~

Lazy morning sex with Seb

Seb fingering you in the RoR

Overstimming with Omi

Helping Seb celebrate after winning a quidditch match

Messy tit jobs with Garreth in prof Sharp's classroom

Facesitting with Omi

Alone time with Omi in the Undercroft

Teasing Garreth

Seb fucking you after a stressful day of classes

Make up sex with Seb

Garreth likes it when you take control

Seb can't keep his hands off you after seeing you in his sweater

Ominis knows how to use his hands

Garreth loves how you taste

Merciless Seb

Ruining sub Garreths orgasam

Making out with Omi in his dorm

[deadghosy]

How my favorite Slytherin boys react to you passing out.

Warning: Hogwarts legacy to Harry Potter

Ft. Sebastian Sallow, Ominis Gaunt, Tom Riddle, Mattheo Riddle, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire.

Sebastian Sallow

“I think I’m gonna pass out.”

“Please don— BLIMEY!”

Immediately catches you a little and takes you to the hospital wing. He’s definitely most worried about you since he was scared in the back of his mind that you might have been cursed like his twin sister during an adventure.

After he found out it was cause you hadn’t eaten, he’s shoving some honeyduke sweets down your throat and meals. 3 meals per day is what he’s making sure you are eating before another adventure starts.

Ominis Gaunt

You haven’t slept much, all these adventures sure were wreaking your body. You came in the common room to rest on the couch. Not noticing that a certain gaunt had sense you, you passed out before getting to the damned couch.

He sensed you passed out and he started to feel scared. He was put away his wand and started to feel you on the floor. And when he finally got the touch of your arm, he gripped it and pulled you towards him. Setting your head in his lap as he was praying to anything, anyone for you to wake up.

So when you woke up he felt relieved but asked you to go see the nurses when you felt like you could walk.

After finding out you haven’t been getting sleep from the trials and adventures you have been going through with Sebastian.

He gave the poor sallow boy an earful of a scolding.

Mattheo Riddle

You passed out due to overheating yourself. You were studying day and night. Of course your beloved riddle was concern, so he comes into your room. When you seen him and tried to stand up, that’s when you fell like an animated cartoon.

Mattheo thought you tripped on yourself, but when you didn’t move he got worried and checked you out.

As he felt your head was burning, he unbutton your shirt and ran to the bathroom to get a cold towel. Putting it in your forehead, he waited.

Waking up to see mattheo was sure a shocker since you would’ve thought he might’ve took you to the hospital wing.

Theodore Nott

He caught you when he noticed you had gotten “dizzy” is what you said in the morning.

He knew something was off when you kept looking spaced out. So when he caught your body that was going to hit the floor, he took you to the medic wing and let the head nurse treat you.

He visits often, telling you about the classes and slight drama. And after you still recover and leave the wing, he’s treating you like you will break.

And now you got a overprotective Theodore on your side

Lorenzo Berkshire

Panic mode actived

Poor baby let out a scream which alerted a professor over and took you to the medic wing

He was anxious waiting for news on when you can be release and how the blazes did to pass out.

You passed out because you forgot to ate for the 2nd time. Prepare for this Slytherin boy to put a lot of food on your plate for weeks.

[bellyorro]

This is how I view modern Hogwarts Legacy ot3 ❤️❤️❤️

[adogsoup]

(MC talking to other students.)

Sebastian: (obviously jealous) Do you see this shit Ominis?

Ominis: …

Ominis: No.

[legacyfics-archive]

Sebastian Sallow x MC x Ominis Gaunt SFW - Volume 1

First Volume for Sebastian Sallow x MC/Reader x Ominis Gaunt archive, this list is all SFW works. More volumes coming soon. Not seeing your fic here? Send me an ask/message with a link so I can get it added!

PLEASE NOTE: some of these are platonic, and some of the headcanons are for separate Sebastian x MC and Ominis x MC

Oneshots

a fish to water - @tinaexe

Between - @fierymiasma

christmas eve drabble - @shadowtriovibes

Collapsing Like a House of Cards - @crybeauty

Cook of the Ages - @darkwizardings

Domestic Life - @emptycauldron

even the iron still fears the rot - @tinaexe

-> even the iron still fears the rot Pt 2 - @tinaexe

-> even the iron still fears the rot Pt 3 - @tinaexe

for whatever we lose (like a you, and a me) - @tinaexe

Futures Rewritten - @darkwizardings (feat. Tom Riddle)

Harana - @arthenaa

I Didn't Know How Much I Wanted You - @terra-esperra

-> I Will Always Want You - @terra-esperra

In the Middle - @awkwardauthorwrites

Mallowsweet Bliss - @tinaexe

Memories - @multific

Mingle our ashes and bury us together - @tinaexe

Muggles - @applinsandoranges

My darling, my sweetheart, I am in your sway - @tinaexe

Never Tickle a Sleeping Dragon - @fierymiasma

Not corpses yet (still, we rot) - @tinaexe

Obsidian - @moiravim

Old Friends - @slythering-snake-boys

Part time soulmate, fulltime problem - @twitchydownfall

Precious Moments - @underthenightskydreamsneverdie

Roots - @arthenaa

Stronger Together - @skittish1807

The 3 Boys and the Hogwarts Champion - @festivalsofmargot (feat. Garreth Weasley)

the polyjuice plot - @shadowtriovibes

The Spare - @fierymiasma

The sun does not weep for Icarus - @tinaexe

-> The sun does not weep for Icarus Pt 2 - @tinaexe

-> The sun does not weep for Icarus Pt 3 - @tinaexe

-> The sun does not weep for Icarus Pt 4 - @tinaexe

the way i loved you - @sallownights

these little numbers - @shadowtriovibes

Triwizard request - @arthenaa

waiting for the gift of sound and vision - @shadowtriovibes

Werewolves - @roohuh

We're All Winners Here - @underthenightskydreamsneverdie

You're welcome - @cuffmeinblack

Headcannon

cuddling with them - @marshymoon

Dating Sebastian and Ominis Headcanons - @moiravim

exploring ancient ruins together - @marshymoon

How they ask someone to Yule Ball - @spaceyaceface

hugging them - @dolcid

Ominis and Sebastian comforting you when you're down - @moiravim

Sebastian and Ominis with a reader who's experienced abuse - @sebastianwallows

Valentine's - @sebastianwallows

[anomalyaly]

right where you left me

Summary: You died. Sebastian secretly had a portrait of you commissioned.

I profusely apologize for the pain.

Inspired by @sychenb for the prompt idea. Also crediting @sloanesallow for her headcanon about Sebastian keeping track of numbers.

(also sort of inspired by Unus Annus - iykyk - and Taylor Swift, if you couldn't guess by the title)

Tags: Angst, F!Reader POV (you), unreliable narrator, vague ship (Sebastian x reader/Ominis x reader), Sebastian was in love with you but never confessed, death, grief, ambiguous ending, overall the sads in general, I cried while writing this

AO3/Wattpad

It had been 279 days since you died.

At least, that’s what Sebastian tells you — your portrait, anyway. It was all that was left of you after the devastating battle you had fought and never walked away from. You hadn’t even known he’d had a portrait of you commissioned when you were alive until you woke up, your body cold, your face illuminated by the flickering candles of the Undercroft.

He comes to visit you every day — some days, he simply sits in front of you, cross-legged and silent. You creep into the frame and study him, the shadows on his face, a haunted look in his eye — unfamiliar. You can only recall a bright, talkative, charming boy with whom you were once close. You didn’t recognize him the first time he visited you, yet his presence brings you comfort.

On other days, you see traces of the boy he was before. He bursts in through the gate talking nonstop about everyone who misses you, about something he saw that you would have liked or that reminded him of you. Sometimes, he even brings you gifts and places them in front of your frame so you can admire them when he’s away.

That’s where he keeps you — hidden behind a wooden crate in the Undercroft like a sacred shrine, untouched by anyone but him. He only speaks with you when he is alone.

Another boy comes in on occasion, and you only know because of the sound of his voice and the pulsing red light of his wand that you can see from behind the pile of crates. Ominis, you remember Sebastian telling you, another friend from when you were alive. Sometimes they argue, other times they refuse to acknowledge each other. But Sebastian always keeps you tucked away, his own personal secret.

“It’s almost Christmas,” he sighs as he plops down in front of you. “300 days since you…well, since— ”

He could never bring himself to finish that sentence, even after almost a year. You never finish it for him.

“Are you going back to Feldcroft?” you ask, though you already know the answer.

He shakes his head. “I wouldn’t leave you here alone. I couldn’t do that to you.”

You knew he probably hadn’t been back since that dreadful day. He had only spoken of it once to refresh your memory. He never brought it up again.

“Sebastian,” you say, and he perks up at the sound of his name leaving your painted lips, “how come you always hide me away when Ominis comes in? Doesn’t he want to talk to me, too?”

His eyes flash with something — anger, perhaps, it was hard to tell from your two-dimensional world — and he stands, approaching your portrait. “He wouldn’t understand.”

“I’m only a portrait,” you tease, trying to lighten the mood. “It’s not like you’ve been practicing necromancy.”

It wasn’t the right thing to say, but you don’t completely understand why. He turns away from you, fists clenched, shoulders tense and hunched over, before running his fingers through his hair and repeating himself more adamantly. “He wouldn’t understand.”

You remember him uttering a similar statement throughout your short life at Hogwarts — secrets that only the two of you shared, unbeknownst to Ominis until it was too late. “Surely he misses me, too— ”

“Did you love him?”

The question takes you by surprise, though you think it’s not the first time he’s asked it. “What?”

Sebastian whirls to face you, his gaze intense, demanding. “Did you love him? Or did you love me?”

Your portrait blinks, confused. Truthfully, you hadn’t been alive nearly long enough to confirm your feelings for either of them, but you knew that both boys had been important to you during your last few months of life. The portrait of you had only been a time capsule of your fifteen-year-old self — undecided and immature. You’re not even certain if the emotions you feel now are real or remnants of what you experienced when you were alive. “I…I cared deeply for both of you if that’s what you’re asking.”

Your answer nearly breaks him, as if he’s heard it a million times before. He tugs at his hair, the movement causing him to look frenzied and mad. “That’s not what I asked! Who did you — ”

“Sebastian?”

The voice of the intruder causes both of you to freeze. Sebastian pulls himself out from behind the crate and holds a finger to his lips before pushing it in front of you once more.

“Over here, Ominis.”

You hear footsteps and see the red glow of the other boy’s wand, then shuffling as Sebastian strategically places himself in front of the wooden box. The echoing footsteps grow closer, and you straighten at Ominis’s frantic tone as he speaks.

“Who were you talking to?” he asks. “I…I thought I heard…her.”

“No one else is here but me,” Sebastian says, guarded.

You can practically feel Ominis’s internal struggle to believe him. You decide that there have been enough secrets between the three of you — you’re not going to let it carry on post-mortem.

“Ominis? Is that you?” you call out. You hear Sebastian press his body against the crate in front of you. Ominis pushes past him, and they both tumble into it, knocking it over and exposing your portrait.

Chaos ensues at Ominis’s realization. The two boys are shouting at each other in front of you as you are helpless to stop them — Ominis, for having yet another secret kept from him, and Sebastian, for defending his reasonings. You aren’t sure if it’s because of jealousy, grief, or some combination of the two, but all you want is for the noise to stop.

You call out helplessly from your portrait, wishing you could step between them, just as you had done time and time again all those months ago. Before everything had gone so wrong.

Suddenly, hot, angry tears are pouring down both of their faces, and you are overcome with just how useless you are at this moment — a fragmented memory, trapped within the confines of your magical canvas. You want nothing more than to hug each of them, to let them feel your arms around them in comfort and take their pain away.

But you are gone.

The two boys now stand solemn and silent in front of you. Ominis takes a step closer, his wand hovering over your portrait before he runs his fingers along the gilded frame. “Is it…really you?”

“No.” You can hear the flatness in Sebastian’s voice, how tired and worn he truly is. He repeats exactly what you thought only moments before as if to confirm it. “She hardly remembers what happened, or even who we are. She’s just a fragment. A memory.”

You want to argue that it is you, but you know that he’s right. You barely remembered your living self until Sebastian explained everything to you on his daily visits. Whispers of your personality still shine through on occasion, but you are otherwise simply existing.

Ominis sighs, and you can hear the weight behind it, as if he had been holding his breath and finally allowed himself to release it. He traces his fingers along the divots of the frame once more, and you try to will yourself to feel it.

The two boys exchange an unspoken conversation that thickens the tension in the air. They seem to come to an agreement, and you let out a small breath — if you can call it that — of relief when they sit down in front of you and appear to bask in your presence. You stay quiet and allow them this moment — it’s the only thing you can do.

The days that follow are the same. No longer is Sebastian coming in alone for covert meetings with your portrait. Now, you see both Sebastian and Ominis at the same time every single day, a religious appointment that they’ve set aside just for you. They take turns talking to you, even if they can only manage a few words, and you learn to appreciate their company, knowing that you were loved by both of them in life.

Just like old times, Sebastian says, and the three of you laugh.

Christmas approaches quickly, or that’s what they say when they come to visit a short while later. They bring your favorite things from when you were alive — chocolate frogs, flowers, even books, which Sebastian reads to you — and they tell you stories about you and the kind of person they knew you to be. You wonder if it’s true, or if they have created an idealistic image of you since you are no longer there with them. Not really.

Kind, they say that you were, thoughtful, loving, self-sacrificial, and maybe a bit idealistic. You were friends with both of them, after all, the mischievous pair that they were, before everything was taken away from them, before life was unfair. They try to smile for you and remind you that Christmas at the castle is a time for celebration, but you can tell that it’s a weak facade.

You smile back at them anyway.

The anniversary of your death approaches. Neither of them can bring themselves to say anything, aside from a few words to honor you. So the three of you sit in tearful silence, admiring the flowers that they decorated your portrait with. You think you can almost smell the sweet aroma of the bouquets.

Something changes in the air — you can sense it — though you aren’t sure what. You notice it when their visits become shorter, with fewer stories to tell, and fewer presents left in front of your frame. Sebastian and Ominis start showing up at separate times, stopping in for a brief hello before leaving with an excuse. You start to wonder what they are doing when they are gone, but you are unable to leave your frame — only one portrait of you was ever commissioned.

Soon, they start missing days, returning at a later time with profuse apologies about how life was busy, but they still miss you. Difficult classes, detention, studying for NEWTs, and preparing for a career — all of these seem to take precedence over you. But they still manage to make time in all of the hectic day-to-day activities, and you look forward to the days when they do come.

You wake up one morning and realize you are in a different location — Feldcroft, most likely, though you hadn’t seen it since that fateful day. Sebastian hangs your frame up on the wall, promising that he and Ominis will come to visit you more often now that they have graduated.

They don’t.

The length of time in between seeing them grows longer, you’re certain of it. Each time one of them arrives, they look a little bit different — sometimes they have longer hair, other times a bit of scruff around their chins, but they always come in looking more weathered than they had when you last saw them.

You realize that they are doing something that you will never again be able to join them in — growing older. You start to wonder about their lives outside of you, yet your painted mind cannot comprehend what an adult life looks like, forever frozen in your adolescent state. You find that you are unable to relate to any of their stories, and they seem to be holding back in what they choose to share.

I wish you were still here, they always say before they go, and you start to wonder if they mean it.

At long last, the visits from your once two closest friends become scarce, and you aren’t certain how much time has passed since someone last spoke to you. The bright flowers that once decorated your golden frame wither and die, and the little gifts they used to leave stay untouched and unopened. The tiny cottage in Feldcroft becomes a sepulcher of your essence — a permanent reminder that you are no longer among the living.

You can’t help but wonder if it was something you did, if their reasons for not returning were your fault. You can feel the stories that they used to tell you fading away, unable to retain the memories in your current form.

You decide that it’s time to rest.

In the quiet house, just south of Hogwarts, your portrait closes its eyes. You do not wake again.