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theladyofshalott1989 · 3 days ago

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In Which Sebastian Embraces the Spirit of Christmas 🎄🌟🎁

Summary: On a wintry Christmas night, Sebastian basks in the warmth of his family—because, apparently, even mischief-makers deserve a little holiday joy.

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Pairings: Married!Sebastian Sallow x MC (Damien Evans); Married!Ominis Gaunt x Anne Sallow 🥹💕

Tags: Domestic Fluff, Uncle Sebastian, Healed!Anne, Mum and Dad Anne and Ominis, Older Couples Very Much Still in Love, Pure Fluff (with a little ~banter~ sprinkled in; naturally)

Word Count: 2050

The soft, fading light streaming through the window bathed Damien's face in an ethereal glow as he smiled at Sebastian. "Happy Christmas, Bash," he said, winking playfully before sashaying through the doorway in full holiday attire.

Sebastian chuckled, masking his first instinct to undress Damien immediately and steal him away to their warm, inviting bed. But alas, the Father Christmas costume wasn’t technically for him. A quick glance at his pocket watch informed Sebastian they were already late to Ominis and Anne’s family Christmas party.

Oh, but Damien truly looked the part, if not younger and immensely more handsome. And if Anne was cross with them for being so late, she’d forgive them when the children’s eyes lit up.

“Ready to go, Father Christmas?” Sebastian teased, stepping closer to adjust Damien’s hat. It didn’t actually need adjusting; Sebastian merely wanted an excuse to touch Damien’s pretty head, his long, flowing locks. He would never grow tired of tucking the same unruly strand of hair behind Damien’s left ear. He’d been doing it for over a decade and hoped he’d be doing it for many more decades to come.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Damien replied, flashing Sebastian another mesmerizing grin. How his smile still managed to set Sebastian’s whole body aflame, even after all these years, was beyond him. “Think the children will buy it?”

Sebastian hummed, feigning deep thought. “Hard to say,” he said. “You’re rather too dashing to play an old man, but you’re jolly enough.” Sebastian helped Damien into his thick, red coat. “Besides, it’s the thought that counts,” he added. When he finished, Sebastian gave Damien an approving once-over. Damien's round belly certainly completed the look. He had even grown out his beard, which wasn’t gray, of course, but it was thick enough to be somewhat convincing. “Now let’s get going before Anne sends a search party.”

Once Sebastian had bundled up too, they stepped out into the chilly evening, the snow crunching under their boots.

The sunset tonight was positively marvelous—purple and pink rivulets of light weaved through gray storm clouds above their heads as they walked hand in hand toward Ominis and Anne's home. Sebastian squeezed Damien’s hand. Damien squeezed back, chuckling under his breath.

Sebastian’s carefree mood gave him an idea, so he seized it by the proverbial dragon’s tail. Pulling Damien under the nearest tree, shielding them from the snow falling softly around them, Sebastian planted a deep kiss on his husband's flawless mouth. Damien's scratchy beard rubbing against Sebastian’s cheek was a new but pleasant feeling, and Damien's contented sigh only made the moment that much sweeter.

Over the years, Christmas had become one of Sebastian’s favorite holidays. The joy of the season, filled with love and family, had washed away the painful memories of Anne's curse, transforming what was once a time of deep sorrow into one of genuine happiness and affection. And Sebastian had Damien, Anne, and Ominis to thank for all of this. But mostly Damien: the love of his life, Sebastian’s kindred spirit. Sebastian loved Damien far more than words could accurately express.

“Bash?” Damien’s voice broke through Sebastian’s quiet contemplation. “I love you. You know that, right?”

Sebastian’s eyes widened. Moments like this one, when Damien’s thoughts mirrored his own so closely, never ceased to astound him. Sebastian momentarily lost all of his composure. Was he even breathing? No, it turned out he wasn’t. He let out a shaky cough to steady himself. Damien cocked a brow.

“Of course I know that,” Sebastian replied, his heart thumping loudly in his chest. “You haven’t suddenly become a Legilimens, have you?” he joked.

Damien reached out to caress Sebastian's cheek. "Oh? You were having similar thoughts, were you?” He smirked. “You can say it too, you know. I have perfectly good hearing.”

“Fine, fine,” Sebastian said, smiling up at Damien. “I love you. Don’t let it get to your head.”

Damien kissed him, murmuring against Sebastian’s lips, “Too late.”

Too late, indeed.

Sebastian was about to open his mouth to say something along the lines of “Now let’s get going,” when, in an entirely unexpected move, Damien, laughing, scooped Sebastian up and hauled him over his shoulder. The sheer audacity!

“Hey!” Sebastian protested, the corner of his lips quirking up. “Unhand me, you scoundrel!”

Damien’s whole body vibrated with amusement. “Hmm, I think not! I quite like you here.” He took off down the street, carrying Sebastian with him.

Sebastian couldn’t help it; he burst into a fit of laughter. Once he’d managed to catch his breath he said, “Careful now, or the children might mistake me for a sack of presents.”

Damien barked out another laugh. It echoed in the crisp winter air.

“I hope you’ve got a good plan for how to explain this compromising position to the children,” Sebastian continued. “After all, it’s not every day they see Father Christmas toting one of their uncles, arse-up, into their home.”

“Language, Bash!” Damien chided, but his tone was light and airy. Surely he’d grown used to Sebastian’s occasionally colorful proclamations by now. “And what makes you think they’ll bat an eye? You are a gift, are you not?”

Sebastian pounded Damien’s back to distract himself from the, frankly, undeserved compliment. “Buttering me up, hm? Whatever for?”

Damien didn’t grace him with a response.

“I’m perfectly capable of walking on my own!” Sebastian protested once more.

Damien slowed to a stop, finally setting Sebastian down on the ground. Anne and Ominis's front door lay a few steps ahead. “There, happy?” he said, pulling Sebastian close. “Now, let’s get inside before they start wondering what all the commotion is about.”

Sebastian glanced up at Damien, his eyes searching his face. “I’m onto you, you sneaky bastard. You’re hiding something.”

“Maybe I am, maybe I’m not.”

“Well, now I know you are for sure.”

“Less talking, more walking. Or shall I carry you through the threshold?”

“Lead the way, Father Christmas,” Sebastian huffed, arm gesturing outward. “Lead the way.”

Damien had, indeed, been hiding something: a new kitchen set for Sebastian. High-quality wooden spoons with his full initials (S.N.E.S, although Sebastian would have found S.N.E. acceptable as well) on the handle, a sturdy mortar and pestle, a cast iron skillet, a small wooden spice rack, and a handmade clay cooking pot. It was all rather astounding, but, if Sebastian thought hard about it, he came to the realization that as much as he appreciated the thoughtfulness of Damien’s gift, even if there had been no gift at all, tonight would have been absolutely perfect. Sebastian did enjoy the attention though, so no need to voice that thought aloud. It was Christmas: He’d take what he could get.

“Oof!” A squirmy child leaped onto Sebastian’s lap. Sebastian adored his niece and nephew. He still wasn’t overly fond of infants—too fragile and needy—but now that Leigh and Albert had grown out of that stage, they were an absolute delight.

“Can we play?” Leigh asked, blinking her big, brown eyes up at Sebastian. She turned five in September. Between the ages of four and five, her language skills had blossomed. Sebastian still found it a little surreal—interacting with her as she made such clear, thoughtful requests, now more like a little person with her own mind than ever before.

“Hm,” he replied, glancing at his empty wrist as though checking an invisible watch, “I might be able to fit you into my very busy schedule…” Leigh giggled. “Oh, alright then!” He wrapped her in his arms and began tickling her mercilessly.

Once their tickle session had sputtered out and Leigh hopped off of his lap to scamper off to her room, mostly likely to play with her new toys, Damien caught Sebastian’s eye from his position on the floor. He was sitting cross-legged beside Albert near the fireplace, a roaring fire lit and crackling in front of them. Damien carefully stacked block after block into a tower as Albert observed. The structure wobbled precariously, looking as if it might topple at any moment—yet, against all the odds, it remained standing.

“Having fun, are you?” Sebastian said.

“Oodles of it,” Damien replied. “Especially now that I know my masterpiece won’t be ruined.” He winked. “Sticking Charm.”

“Ah, that explains it,” Sebastian said, holding back a laugh. “Clever. Still doing Ravenclaw House proud, I see.”

“Always.”

Damien swiveled around to refocus his attention on his careful construction. When his back was once again turned, Sebastian, ever the prankster, quietly pulled his wand out of its holster and cast a nonverbal spell to release Damien’s charm.

Just in time too, as Albert chose that very moment to lean forward and reach out a tiny hand to test the tower’s soundness. The entire shoddy structure crashed to the wood floor. Damien groaned, swiftly followed by a loud exclamation of, “Sebastian Evans-Sallow!”

Sebastian raised a brow. “Yes, my love?”

“I know that was you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m all the way over here.” He pointed at Al. “He was the one who did it.”

“Blame the three-year-old, why don’t you.”

Sebastian hmph-ed. “Perhaps your Sticking Charm wasn’t as strong as you thought.”

“Mhm.”

Anne and Ominis swooped back into the sitting room from the kitchen where they had been chatting animatedly about something or other. Every now and then, Sebastian had caught the sound of laughter—first Anne’s bright, quick laugh, then Ominis’s quieter, softer one. Whatever they had been discussing must have been amusing. Sebastian was glad of it. When Anne was happy, he was happy.

“What in Merlin’s name is going on in here?” Anne said, her eyes crinkling at the corners. She was in a jolly mood. Ominis seemed to be, too. More so than usual, that is. His cheeks were flushed and his usually perfectly coiffed hair was disheveled.

Oh. Oh.

“It seems you two have been having an entirely different kind of fun,” Sebastian said, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

Ominis somehow flushed an even deeper red. “Don’t start, Sebastian.”

Sebastian held his hands up in the air. “Far be it for me to judge. It’s Christmas. I think you get a pass.”

Anne narrowed her eyes. “I won’t say what we’re all thinking.”

Sebastian let loose a scandalized gasp. “Anne, my dear sister, I don’t know what you’re insinuating, but I am always the epitome of a perfect gentleman.”

Damien burst into laughter, startling Al. He staggered over to his mother. She leaned down to pick him up.

Damien was still laughing.

“Okay,” Sebastian said, “you can stop laughing now.”

Damien laughed harder.

Ridiculous.

The floodgates had apparently broken because Ominis was laughing now too, swiftly followed by Anne. Albert joined in, looking a bit confused, but giggling nonetheless.

“Come now, it’s not that funny.”

Sebastian’s words were followed by Leigh’s high-pitched voice piping in from the doorway. “Why is everyone laughing?”

Sebastian gestured in her direction. “See? Leigh doesn’t think it’s funny. Leigh, come here. I knew you were my favorite niece for a reason.”

She raced into his arms. “I’m your only niece.”

“The sentiment still stands,” he murmured into the top of her head. Then, because the moment called for it, Sebastian laughed too.

Sebastian wasn’t sure how long the six of them laughed, and as the years passed by, everyone—himself included—forgot how it all started in the first place. It was the joyous feeling that stuck with you.

Happiness: a fleeting emotion, but lasting in memory.

Of course, time would leave its mark on them all, yet on this particularly special Christmas, here they all were—Anne and Ominis, Sebastian and Damien, still happily married, still content with where life had brought them; Leigh and Albert, still so young, and with little to no worries keeping them up at night.

If Sebastian were a religious man, he might have called this night, this eventual wonderful memory that he would forever hold close to his heart, a miracle, but he wasn’t, so, instead, he simply called it home, a rare and enduring kind of contentment he hoped he’d never take for granted.

Sebastian knew there would be good days and bad days ahead—he wasn’t a fool. But right now, in this moment, everything was as it should be. All was well.

Happy holidays, everyone!

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pitter-patter-pottah · 2 days ago

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I loved this sweet fanfic!

love at first sight; Sebastian Sallow X f!MC

summary: preceding her attendance to Hogwarts next term, MC attends a quidditch match with her childhood friend where a certain Slytherin beater catches her eye

author note: I was listening to 'Love at First Sight' by Kylie Minogue when this story idea came to me. the vibes are immaculate and I couldn't stop myself from making it about Seb hehehe. anyways, the story is very loose interpretation of the song but I hope you all enjoy!!!

word count: 929 (short read, but hope it makes you feel all the feels it gave me)

cw: none, it's allllll butterflies

The air was ripe with anticipation as excited voices swelled around the Quidditch pitch, a vast expanse framed by the historic towers of Hogwarts. Above, the sky wore a slate-gray hue, filled with promise and the distant sound of chattering clouds.

Sitting in the Ravenclaw section, MC couldn’t help but feel a blend of nerves and excitement. She was here for a taste of what life was going to be like next term, and Lily—her childhood friend and student at Hogwarts—was her guide into this extraordinary sunlight.

“Isn’t this incredible?” Lily exclaimed, her blue Ravenclaw scarf flapping like a banner as she waved it above her head. “Quidditch matches in the air, friends around, and all of Hogwarts cheering together! You’re going to love it!”

MC smiled, her stomach a swirl of emotions. Dressed neutrally in beige and gray, she didn’t have a house banner to wave. After all, she was yet to be sorted, but she was here for the experience, and how immense it felt.

The game started, and the players soared into the sky; their vibrant robes—brilliant greens for Slytherin, deep blues for Ravenclaw—were streaks of color against the canvas of gray. MC couldn’t keep her eyes from darting after the Slytherin beater, who flew with a charisma that made her heart race. His name, she had learned from the letters stitched on the back of his jersey, was Sallow, and his messy brown hair danced wildly in the wind as he dominated the aerial field.

“Go Ravenclaw!” Lily cheered enthusiastically, her eyes fixed on their team, but MC found herself more captivated by Sallow’s movements. He commanded the pitch with a blend of strength and grace, the wooden bat in his grip transforming into an extension of himself. Every time he swung, it was poetry; every time he sent a bludger hurtling away from his teammates, it resonated with confidence that was nearly tangible.

MC’s heartbeat quickened each time he assisted in scoring a point for Slytherin. Knowledge of the teams’ rivalries vanished in the thrill of the game. She sucked in a breath and found herself cheering for Slytherin whenever they made a particularly good play.

Lily caught a glimpse of her friend’s exuberance, narrowing her brows in curiosity. “I thought you were cheering for Ravenclaw?”

MC shrugged, unable to conceal her smile as Sallow soared high above, tangled in the grips of the bludgers, commanding the chaos around him with effortless charm. “I’m just here for the experience.” She felt a flutter, the vibrant noise of the game fading in the background as she became ensnared by him.

With each passing moment, MC felt like she was in a magical trance until, suddenly, a bludger streaked down from above, heading straight towards her section. The crowd gasped, but MC merely turned to look in surprise.

In a split second, Sallow swooped down, bat in hand, striking the bludger away with a ferocity that exhibited not just skill but an enthralling fearlessness. Just as he sent the bludger off into oblivion, he turned to glance back at the Ravenclaw stands and, with a cheeky grin, winked in their direction.

MC’s heart almost stopped, a rush of heat flooding her cheeks. A flutter of giddiness took her, and she nearly melted into her seat. Could he have seen her watching? He was beyond a stranger—this was a boy, a player, basking in glory—and yet, she felt inexplicably seen.

Lily elbowed her gently, barely suppressing laughter. “You like Sallow, don’t you? Look at the way you’re glowing!”

“Shh!” MC huffed playfully, though her pulse leapt in agreement. Sallow moved back into the fray, battling through the air, and she quickly focused on the game again, every play intensifying her inexplicable interest in him.

As the match drew to a close, and Ravenclaw made a late-game effort that nearly overwhelmed Slytherin, MC found herself caught up in the ebb and flow of the crowd’s cheers and gasps. The exhilaration in her veins was unlike anything she’d felt, made only more vibrant by the rush of the game and the seductive charm of Sallow, whom she had not met but felt a strange bond with nonetheless.

Finally, as the whistle blew, the Slytherin team—exhilarated, victorious, and boasting triumphant grins—soared down. The energy around MC was electric. She felt alive with anticipation, the magic of this place and the overwhelming excitement of the game enveloping her.

“Didn’t I tell you? You can already feel the magic!” Lily laughed, the edges of her voice tinged with thrill. “Next term, you’ll be a part of it all!”

MC nodded vigorously. A feeling surged, an inkling of her own destiny beginning to form. Maybe she'd be sorted into Slytherin, maybe she wouldn’t, but one thing was undeniable; she was more connected to this world than she ever anticipated. Her heart swirled with hope and exhilarating possibility, just like the players who gracefully ascended to the clouds.

As they watched the teams shake hands and revel in the game’s aftermath, MC realized magic wasn’t just in the spells and potions; it was in the connections and the feelings that bloomed, even from afar. Sallow caught her gaze again, a smile playing on his lips, and with that simple glance, she felt her world shift—a whisper from the universe, an inkling of love at first sight.

And in that instant, under the damp sky of the Quidditch pitch, she knew that she was ready for the adventure ahead, ready to embrace everything Hogwarts had to offer, especially if it included occasional attention from Sallow.

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