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lavenderfilledcoffin · 3 months ago

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forevermore

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forever; rhetorical manner. forever and more.

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Sebastian basically dragged you around the 'shelter' that acted like a luxury mansion.

To be fair, you two were so used to the tiny and cramped space that you called a 'room', this was heaven in comparison.

The burner phones were a little difficult to use because of the lack of any technology the two of you were afforded down at Hadal Blacksite, but you managed to figured it out.

"How does that work? It's so intriguing..." You commented, referring to the internet.

You were debating on calling your mother; you've yearned to hear her voice after so long.

"I think you should, or we could wait. It's up to you, dear."

You hoped she still had the same number...

You dialed; the line was ringing.

After what felt like an eternity, a familiar voice spoke. "Hello?"

You teared up immediately. "M... Mom?" You hated how your voice cracked so pathetically.

"[Name]...?"

"You remembered... I'm so sorry, mom."

"How are you...? Where are you?"

"A lot of shit happened, but I'm okay now. I promise. I can't say where I am, but, I might be able to see you in a week."

"You have no idea how much I missed you." She said through choked sobs; you had never heard her cry before.

"I thought my baby was dead, it hurt so so so much..." You could tell how hard she was trying to hold back tears.

"I'm here now, mom. I wish I was with you."

"You'll come, right?"

"I don't know... I have..." You peek over your shoulder to look at Sebastian, smiling softly. "I have a big surprise, that's for sure."

"That's fine."

"I'll talk to you soon, okay?"

She hummed in response, hanging up before another word could be said.

"Are you alright?" Sebastian caressed your cheek with his left hand in a gentle manner. "I think so, I'm just so... happy." He wiped the small tear that fell from your right eye.

"I am, too." He leaned down, pressing his lips to yours for a passionate kiss.

Your hands made their way up to his face, cradling it just as he loved. A sweet sigh could be heard from him.

The sweet moment felt more intimate than the times you would stay up late with him talking about your pasts.

His larger claw wrapped around your waist, rubbing small circles into it.

You pulled away, catching your breath, but not before pressing a small kiss to his cheek.

"I'm the happiest I've ever been." You pressed your forehead to his, smiling as you do so.

"Me too." He closed his eyes, savoring your delicate touch.

Happy little noises are all that came from the both of you; weights being lifted off of your shoulders.

Sebastian pulled away, knowing he would be glued to you if he didn't stop right.

"What could we do for a week?"

"A lot, actually."

"Like?"

"Eat real food, sleep anywhere, ... I dunno."

Sebastian laughed at your response. "I mean, if that's what you want."

As if on cue; your stomach growled.

"O—oh..." Your face burned with embarrassment, luckily for you, Sebastian didn't tease you about it.

"Me too." He pat your head before slithering to the kitchen, you followed closely behind him.

Whoops, you lost him. A brief thought crossed your mind, 'it's unfair how fast he is.'

You smiled at the thought, returning to finding your fish boyfriend.

"Seeeb?"

Huh, that's odd. Normally, he would've retreated and came back to you, but it's the opposite.

You groaned, stretching your body, looking around the roomy place you were so generously lent.

Was this real?

Before you could scream Sebastian's name, it was forced out of you.

He had snuck up behind you, and yelled 'boo', leaving you in pure shock.

Your scream could rival that of a dumb blonde in a crappy horror movie who's about to get murdered.

"Yeesh, hon... Didn't know you could be that loud." It takes you a moment to process what just happened, you were very very very tempted to punch him, but that was too cruel.

"Wh... You little—" Sebastian happily slithered away; looking over his shoulder to see you chasing him.

"You're faster than you look!"

He took a sharp turn, you nearly tripped trying to replicate what he did.

He had suddenly stopped, and you pounced on his back.

You didn't hurt him, though. How could you? Your face found its way into the back of his neck, softly inhaling his scent.

"Cute." Was all he muttered, rubbing your left thigh with his third hand.

He slithered into the kitchen, wow, he really led you here?

It felt like a jab, but you brushed it off.

He approached the stove. "Wanna know something funny?" He said, grabbing loose ingredients from the briefcase.

"Hm?"

"I have really bad hip pain from sitting up in a weird position for long hours. I honestly blame my size, but, it felt like every new day was my last." He kept going on and on about his back, neck, and hip pain. Poor thing.

"It would be worse because a certain group of expendables would try to climb me, I realllly didn't appreciate that." A sweet scent filled the air; you took a seat near the table while Sebastian cooked.

"I feel like those expendables have some sort of telepathy, honestly. They all did the same thing. Either flash me, or repeatedly enter and exit my shop."

He added... honey? He added honey to the pot, stirring it alongside whatever else was inside of it.

"And?"

"And I never saw them again, poor bastards. But, I couldn't care less."

After making small talk, he finished with the food.

Despite being underground for more than ten years, he hasn't lost his chef-like skills, as he called it.

He moved the chair away from his table, opting to 'sit' on his tail, as it was more convenient for him since the wooden chair was too small, weak, and uncomfortable.

He said the dish was called 'valdiviano', he added his own spin on it, saying meat and honey was good together.

You stared at the plage, picking up the fork with an intricate design.

He wasn't wrong, either. You took one bite, and it wouldn't be a stretch to say it was the best thing you've ever tasted. The sweetened meat mixed with all sorts of flavorings was delicious, heavenly, even. You haven't had a proper meal in so long, you forgot how amazing it was to be able to eat real food.

Sebastian happily ate his food, the savory and sweet meat in it made him purr, it was cute.

You knew he had grown more fond of meat since his new 'transformation' of sorts based off of what he told you.

He finished first, placing his plate into the sink. He waited for you to finish.

"I can wash dishes, you know. No need to wait."

"Yeah, buuut... I'd rather do it."

You swallowed, clearing your throat. "Please, let me?"

"Oh, fine." He sighed, making it sound dramatic before he left you alone in the kitchen.

It took you a few minutes to finish the plate. Full and satisfied, you head over to the stove to grab the dirtied pot, placing both the plate and pot inside of the sink.

As the water warmed up, you began to scrub the soaped sponge.

Your mind wandered as you washed the dishes. For once, all you could feel was peace.

You hummed a small tune as you washed away the soap, the stains now replaced with a shiny gloss.

You set them on a rack, letting them air dry.

It had been two days, five days were left until you could go see your mother.

You and Sebastian have accomplished so much in such short time.

On the second day, got into contact with his mom, she was hesitant to believe that it was him since he was pronounced dead ten years ago. It was a bittersweet conversation according to him. He would tell you the details another time.

You overheard a little bit of it, and you became somewhat flustered after hearing him speak Spanish.

Then on the third day, a headline came out that revealed every single secret that Urbanshade had hidden. Including the inhumane experiments they performed on Sebastian. Not that they dared to say that he was still alive, but that he was innocent. At least his mom could rest easy.

The world map that had the facility blacked out didn't change, but the guards from before had said that the government would handle it.

Your criminal record was purged, and the money that they had given you would be transferred into a reserved bank account. It would be under the guise that 'it was a false imprisonment, and this is major compensation for all the years lost.'

So, now, you were basically protected in every way. You could live life as a normal human.

Sebastian couldn't have that luxury, though. You were saddened, but he told you it was okay. Being on the surface again and living a 'normal' life was all he could ever ask for.

Every single night that you two had stayed at the shelter was spent stargazing.

Your knowledge on stars fascinated him, and you kept on talking about these different constellations that lit up the sky.

Sebastian listened intently, his right arm holding you close to him.

It was the absence of your voice that made him realize you had fallen asleep. He was used to it by now.

Not that he minded it, though. The moonlight only served to enhanced your beauty.

It was like a routine by now. You would ramble, fall asleep, he would pick you up, and then put you into a proper bed.

The rest of the days were filled with laughter, love, and passion. The morning of the seventh day, you two were greeted with the sun's early morning rays illuminating the room.

The gentle warmth it provided made you sigh softly, shutting your eyes briefly while you yawn.

You sleepily open your eyes, slowly adjusting to the light.

You looked over towards Sebastian, half of his tail was hanging off of the king sized bed.

"Sebby, wake up." You gently shook him. Unlike all of the other times, he woke up relatively quickly.

"M... Morning." His eyes burned as the light shone across his face, but he eventually got used to it.

Sebastian's sleepy voice was one of those things that you wanted to record and play forever, you had the chance to, but it's much better to hear it in person.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Very well." He yawned, his ear fins momentarily wiggling.

"Today's our last day, we better start getting up."

"Right... behind you." His voice trailed off, small snores instead replacing the quietness.

"Wow, you're hopeless, Seb." You pressed a kiss to his forehead, leaving the room quietly.

A quiet morning, it was odd. You missed Sebastian, but you also wanted to let him sleep. He spent only five hours sleeping in Hadal Blacksite, because of his shop, so it felt appropriate to let him rest longer.

The morning was spent gathering both your items and belongings alongside his.

You also tidied up the shelter, base, whatever you wanted to call it.

Noon rolled around, armored men would arrive in around thirty minutes.

You decided to go back to the living quarters you shared with Sebastian, going back into bed, and holding him close.

Even in his peaceful sleep, he could feel the warmth radiating from your body. He purred softly, nuzzling his face into your neck.

You stared at the ceiling, nervousness and excitement filled your entire being.

Everything could either go horribly wrong, or extremely well. It was all a matter of time.

A soft buzz woke the both of you up, you hadn't even realized you fell asleep.

You sleepily grabbed the phone, answering it. "Hello?"

"We are waiting outside. Be down in five minutes, please." With that, he hung up.

"We better hurry..." You groggily mumbled, sitting up and forcing your body up.

Sebastian followed you down, grabbing his designated bags and holstering them onto his tail.

You slung your bag over your shoulder, holding the briefcase, but then immediately regretting it as it was heavier than you anticipated. "Seeeeb, please carry it?"

"You poor thing." He teased, grabbing the briefcase and easily carrying it.

The two of you rushed out, being met with an armored vehicle alongside two men.

"Come." They opened both doors to the back of the van, stopping you. "This will be for him, you will be seated in the front."

"O... Oh." You glanced at Sebastian, only to see him nod. You frowned slightly, but hid it to the best of your ability.

As soon as Sebastian's tail curled up, they shut the doors, leading you to the front.

You were sat in between the two men, a little cramped, if you must say...

"Any address in particular you want to go to?"

"Yes, I want to go to ______"

"Understood. Starting route." They input your mother's address, it would take roughly 2 hours until you arrived.

Your stomach churned, full of uncertainty.

You decided to give her a call.

"Hello?"

"Hi, mom. I'm on my way right now."

"That's... Okay. I'll see you, honey."

"We'll enter through the garage. Please don't be too startled when you see him."

"Who?"

"You'll see."

"Okay then. I love you."

"I love you, too."

Your eyes shut, not wanting to be awake for the ride there, as it was uncomfortable.

The man on your right shook you gently. "We will arrive shortly."

You nodded, rubbing your eyes until the initial blurriness was gone.

You recognized the area, your heart fluttering in excitement. You couldn't contain your smile.

As you approached your mom's home, your hands began to tremble. This was really it.

The driver pulled into the driveway, the garage opened painstakingly slow.

There. Your mother stood. In the flesh.

Finally, the men parked the car, heading to the back of the van.

You hurriedly got out of the car, looking at your mom. "M... Mom." Your voice cracked, tears spilling like a fountain.

She said nothing, only holding her arms open. You rushed into them, breaking down as soon as you felt her body press against yours. "I missed you so much, I was—" She smiled, tears falling down her face slowly. "I know."

The guarded men came into her view, alongside a giant, unnecessarily scary, handsome snake hybrid fish.

Her body trembled as her hold on you tightened. "W—W..."

"Mom, it's okay. This is what I was referencing... I think it would be easier to start from... the start?" You awkwardly smiled at her, untangling yourself from her grip and heading to Sebastian.

It looked like your mom had seen a ghost, her mouth was agape, ready to scream.

The conversation was long and awkward. How he used a normal human before being falsely accused, just like you, but he was experimented on.

Recalling it made him emotional, so he just handed your mom his file for her to skim over.

This made her sympathetic, but she wasn't fully comfortable with Sebastian.

You never brought up your weird 'immortality' thing, but you recapped all that happened while you were gone.

Your relationship with Sebastian. That was the hardest bomb to drop on her.

She almost thought this was a joke, a dream, even.

But after seeing your hand interlocked with his, it finally clicked.

Her child was in love with some... monster?

"Oh... Uh. I don't know how to feel. I'm happy that you found love... but, a...?"

You sheepishly nodded, your face burning out of embarrassment.

"I... I guess I can accept it."

You and Sebastian smiled, something that your mom found adorable in a sense.

Your mom helped you and Sebastian, letting you stay for as long as you two needed.

Sebastian had essentially taken over the kitchen, and he particularly enjoyed sleeping in the garage since it was nice and big.

You had finally gotten access to the bank account, and when you checked the total amount, you were astonished. You've never seen such a high number before, especially for a (previously) broke college student before everything that happened.

You could live comfortably off of the money for a long time, maybe for your life if you spent it wisely. But, you wanted to work, oddly enough.

Sebastian was scrolling on the personal computer that you and him shared, browsing houses until he found one he liked.

It was close by your mom's house, and it was large. Not to mention secluded. The nearest estate was a few miles away.

Large enough for two families.

Would you even have a valid excuse to buy it? Maybe a real estate agent wouldn't question...

"I mean. It's perfect, so..."

It was like the heavens heard your prayers.

And just like that, the appointment to visit the house was booked. You went alone, obviously.

It was expensive, sure, but that didn't matter. If it fit Sebastian, then you'd be willing to spend any amount of money for it.

You paid for the house in full, the deal was closed, and now you owned your first property, fun!

Sebastian had to be transported secretly, so you had to rent a van.

You dropped him off, "will you be okay for an hour?"

"Yeah, sure. Just... be quick, please?"

"Of course, Seb." He pulled you in for a quick hug before you departed.

He began exploring. The lower floor was decent, he could move around freely.

The backyard was massive, and gated, which was perfect, since he enjoyed stargazing with you.

The basement was big enough to serve as a room for Sebastian, and if you wanted, for you, too.

The rest of the rooms upstairs and downstairs would fill themselves up... somehow.

You had successfully landed a job as an entry level audio engineer with flexible hours, perfect since you wanted to maximize your time with Sebastian.

You briefly remembered the both of your ring sizes, as you two compared them.

Your excuse was that you wanted to see how big his fingers were... When in reality, you wanted to get him a ring. A golden ring. Even if you can't legally be married, the sentiment still stood.

After work ended, you rushed to a jewelers shop to pick up the custom ordered rings you had purchased a month ago.

"[Name], right? Your order is here, nice and packaged!" The cheerful worker spoke, placing two neat, tidy, and simple boxe on the glass table.

You walked to the counter, opening both of them. One was extremely large, and one was small in comparison; yours.

You smiled. "I appreciate it, thank you, dearly." You placed the small velvet boxes into an unused slot in your bag.

You hid the worker farewell, rushing to your car, and driving back home.

Over the span of the month that you lived with Sebastian in your new home, it had become a mess of your personality mixed with his.

His room, or, the basement, was filled with all sorts of junk. Metallica posters, different amps that lie next to electric guitars, and his favorite; cat pictures.

He had grown particularly fond of those silly cat memes you would find on YouTube or other media, but, he thought it was hilarious, especially in low quality.

He had gotten a printer for the sole purpose of printing out those dumb pictures and taping them next to his band posters.

Now. He had asked for your mother's blessing in advance. He wanted to marry you, or, at least, have the sentiment be there.

With a bittersweet smile, she agreed. Saying she's never seen you happier before.

She helped him purchased one, it was simple, but pretty.

Sebastian was nervous. His heart was beating like crazy, and his palms were sweaty.

"We need to talk." It was almost comedic how the both of you said it at the same time.

The two of you sat outside in the backyard, under the stars that you loved so dearly.

Your hand was gripping the box that contained his ring in your bag, while his third arm was in his pocket; holding a small box that had a ring for you.

You two only stared into each other's eyes, both of you too afraid to speak up.

He cleared his throat. "[Name]... I love you. I don't think I can explain it, at all."

He leaned down so that he was eye level with you, his right hand moved to your face, gently caressing your cheek. "My heart is full of you, I never thought I'd be this lucky to be loved by someone like you."

He pulled the box out of his pocket, opening it to reveal the ring. Your eyes immediately teared up.

"[Name], let me..." His words trailed off, noticing how you wouldn't stop sobbing.

"I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—" You interrupted him, pulling him in for a deep kiss.

So much passion and emotion in one small gesture, it felt like your body was on fire.

Sebastian's third hand held the small box firmly while the rest roamed your body.

He pulled away to catch his breath, his eyes half-lidded; cheeks a darker color.

Only then, did you pull out your box that had his ring, opening it for him to see.

No words were exchanged as the both of you put on the rings that the other had bought for each other.

Now, you were finally together, forevermore.

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scoonsalicious · 7 months ago

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Unwanted: Chapter 27, Unhinged - Pt. 8

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, violence, voyerism, coercive sex, manipulation, Pocket reaching her Ultimate Bitch Form.

Word Count: 1.5k

Previously On...: Carthage has been spying on you and manipulating both you and Bucky from Day One.

A/N: THE FIRST TIME DIDN'T COUNT, GUYS!

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“She was just toying with you, Jamie, because she could. She doesn’t respect you. Do you honestly think she would pick you over Steve Rogers? Captain Fucking America? Especially with all the pain you’ve caused? The lives you’ve ended? Come on, Jamie, don’t be dumb.” Video Jade caressed Bucky’s shoulders.

Bucky’s face fell, and you knew she’d hit him where it hurt him the most.

Jade sat back on her haunches on the mattress. “Don’t be stupid, Jamie,” she reiterated. “Do you really think she’d want someone like you, who can’t even control their cock in a fight, when she could have America’s Golden Dick? I bet they laugh at you, how easy it is for them to get away with it, right under your nose. You think it’s just a coincidence that, as soon as you're out of the country, she’s seen by all of New York’s elite getting cozy with your best friend? The one person you asked her to stay away from? She was just waiting for you to get out of the picture so she can show her real boyfriend off to the public.”

You watched as Bucky’s entire body clenched, his face tightening in anger. “You said you wanted to get back at her,” Jade urged, putting her hands back on Bucky’s body. “To punish her for what she did. So punish her, Jamie. Use me. Use me to make her hurt the way she made you hurt. Don’t let her play you for a fool.” You saw Bucky struggle, at war with himself, but you could see the anger pulse through him, and you knew that, with this snake whispering in his ear, there was no way he could have come to any other conclusion than that you had betrayed him. You almost felt sorry for him– he didn’t have a chance.

“Come on,” she said, leaning Bucky back so he was lying propped up on the pillows. “You won’t even need to do anything. Let me take care of you, okay? Let Vixen make you feel good.” Bucky scrunched his eyes closed, putting his hands over his face. It was painfully clear he wasn’t an enthusiastic participant, but it still hurt knowing that he had been so angry at you for something you hadn’t done that he was willing to do this.

“We just have to get Little Jamie to come out to play,” Jade teased as she straddled him. Your view was obstructed by her body, but you had no doubt that she was jerking him off in an attempt to get him hard.

It just… seemed to be taking a really long time.

“Come on Jamie,” Jade said after a few minutes. “You gotta help me out here. Give me a little something to work with.”

It seemed to finally work after a while, and Jade re-positioned herself as she lined Bucky up with her entrance. You couldn’t watch anymore, so you shut your eyes. It didn’t stop you from hearing the horrible sounds of her moaning as she bounced up and down on his cock, though.

You thought you were going to be sick, but then you heard it, so soft that if you had your eyes open, your senses diluted, you would have missed it. “Pocket,” Bucky moaned. “Fuck, Pocket. Keep going, baby. I’m so sorry, doll. I’m so sorry. I love you so fucking much.”

His moans grew louder. “Pocket,” he cried, “God, baby, I miss you so fucking much!”

You started laughing. It was the fucking weirdest, most uncomfortable position you’d ever found yourself in in your entire life, but you couldn’t help yourself.

“Oh my god,” you panted, trying to catch your breath as Jade looked down on you in confusion. “That’s the most pathetic thing I have ever seen!”

Jade wrapped a hand roughly around your throat and squeezed threateningly, cutting off your laughter. “What did you say?” she seethed.

You coughed when she’d released your neck and you could breathe again. A few drops of your blood had fallen from your nose to rest on Jade’s wrist. “I said, that’s the most pathetic thing I’ve ever fucking seen.” You jutted your chin toward the phone she still held. “You think that’s proof that he wants you? Oh, honey. You truly are a stupid cunt, aren’t you? He couldn’t even get hard for you without thinking about me. You were a convenient fleshlight– just a hole when I wasn’t available.”

You would have felt monstrous speaking to any other woman like that, truly, but you had to do everything in your power to keep her distracted, to keep her from moving forward with her plan to auction you off to the highest bidder, so that you could buy some time for the calvary to arrive. And besides, Carthage wasn’t just another woman– she was your fucking nemesis, and she deserved every foul word you could throw at her.

God, you hoped Tony showed up first. The image of him sending Jade through the wall with a repulsor blast was enough to send you into fits of giddy laughter. Then maybe Bruce could toss her around like a ragdoll, the way he had with Loki. You’d pay to see that. You wondered if Carthage had headbutted you hard enough to cause a concussion– you certainly weren’t feeling fully in your right mind.

Jade backhanded you, the force of the blow so hard that your head snapped to the side, leaving you seeing stars. “You’re LYING!” she shouted. Grabbing you by the hair, she hoisted you up, metal chair and all, and slammed your face into the nearest wall. Perhaps she’d rattled a screw loose, because you couldn’t seem to get your laughter under control. “Don’t damage the merchandise, Vixey,” you coughed, spitting out even more blood. “Wouldn’t want to hurt my chances at auction, would you? Bad for business.”

“You fucking bitch!” Jade shouted. She ripped your bindings free from the chair and lifted you up by the throat. “Fuck–” she punched you in the stomach– “the auction!” In the face. “I’m gonna–” In the solar plexus– “fucking kill you–” back to the face– “myself!” Each blow was excruciating, and you were sure you’d heard a rib or two crack under the force of her fist, but still, you kept laughing at her.

“Poor little fox,” you wheezed through the blood that was pouring down the back of your throat. “All those years wasted, thinking you could ever have a chance with him.” Your head lolled to the side as you tried to look up at her through your rapidly swelling eyelids. “Thinking you were special, that you were made for him, and you can’t even get his dick up. He’s so repulsed by you, he has to imagine being with someone else!”

“Shut up!” Jade screeched. “Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!” She grabbed your left arm in her hands and snapped it. The pain was blinding, sending your vision into a white hot pulses. You screamed, holding the broken appendage to your body, as though that would protect you. You didn’t dare look down at it; knowing you’d be sick at the sight if you did, of your arm dangling uselessly at an unnatural angle. Instead, you curled yourself up into the fetal position, cradling your arm close to your core.

Jade began pacing the room, tugging at her hair and mumbling to herself. You couldn’t quite make out what she was saying– you only caught snippets of words, like “fucking whore,” and “mine.” The girl had completely lost it, had completely gone off the deep end. Meanwhile, you suspected you were going into shock as you listened to the rat-a-tat-tat of your rapid heartbeat.

No. You cocked your head, listening. That wasn’t the sound of your heart, beating out of your chest– that was the sound of gunfire echoing through the bowels of the base. You strained your ears. Mixed within the gunshots, you could hear screaming, voices crying out in agony and then cut short, as if their owners suddenly lost access to their breath.

Through the distant din, you could make out a familiar voice, roaring with rage, and the sound filled your heart up like a balloon. “POCKET!”

You started laughing again.

Jade turned to look at you, her expression furious.

“I feel sorry for you, Vixen,” you said, grinning like a madwoman. “Me?” she asked you incredulously. “I just snapped your arm like a fucking twig and am going to enjoy the shit out of killing you nice and slowly, and you feel sorry for me?”

You nodded vigorously, gleefully noting that the sound of battle was growing closer. Bucky called for you again, his voice contorted with rage and worry. Jade turned her head toward the sound, noticing it for the first time. “Yup,” you agreed, forcing yourself to stand and face her. You could feel the blood dripping from the corners of your mouth as you smiled from ear to ear. “Seems like my boyfriend’s looking for me, and when he sees what you’ve done, he’s going to kick your fucking ass.”

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thefallennightmare · 1 year ago

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One Night-two

*gif created by me. feel free to use, simply give credit*

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Warnings: lots of smut(mask play, spit play, bondage, anal, fingering, oral(m/f receiving), chocking, unprotected sex), swearing, angst, fluff.

Summary: One night. That's what Noah and Reader agreed to. No questions, no second thoughts, and no regrets. But will one night be enough to fill the hunger they both craved?

Authors Note: This took me three days to write(busy life) so I apologize if some things are repetitive. This is almost 10,000 words so buckle up. Maybe there will be a part three if a lot of people want it.

Tags: @pluviophillics @catj422 @iknownothingpeople @yumikitten @circle-with-me @dsireland86 @a1ex-ba1ex @blackveilomens @iamdesolate @shaydayhere @tearfallpixie @nerdraging4point0 @laris-angels

The door opened and in walked, Jolly, Nick, Folio, then followed by Britt whose hand intertwined with Folio’s. She had a smile on her face until her eyes fell on my flushed face. I did my best to smooth down my shirt and hair, not wanting any of them to realize what they nearly walked in on. Britt, however, with the way her brow raised and the corner of her mouth curled, I knew she had an inkling of an idea.

“What have the two of you been up to?” Britt asked.

Her and Folio sat on the couch opposite of us with Jolly and Nick sat next to me, who was sitting a few inches from Noah.

“Nothing, just talking,” I said.

“Right,” she nodded with the same smile on her lips.

Noah leaned back into the couch with his arm across the back, his fingers so close to my shoulder. I could feel the heat radiating off of him and I could almost smell my arousal on his fingers still. I ran my hands over my thighs with nerves until I hear Noah sigh beside me.

“What?” I asked, my eyes landing on his face.

A face that gave away nothing of what we did. Or what we talked about seconds before everyone walked in.

“Why are you nervous?” He asked.

“I wonder why,” I muttered before turning my attention back towards Britt.

She was watching Noah and I intently however before she could question what we were doing again, Jolly looked at his phone before motioning to the guys.

“We should get ready. It’s almost time for us to go on.”

They all stood, Noah’s fingers grazing over the back of my neck, and as they all moved about the room getting ready, Britt was fast at my side. Her eyes dragged over every inch of my face then crossed her arms over her chest.

“What did he do?” She asked.

“Huh?”

I did my best to play dumb.

“When we came in, you were jumping onto the couch while trying to fix your hair and your cheeks are still red,” she said.

My hands went to my cheeks, and I cursed when I felt how warm they were.

“Plus,” she said again. “Your zipper is down.”

“Shit,” I pulled up my zipper and leaned back onto the couch with a groan.

Britt leaned in closer so no one else could hear. “Did you two hook up?”

“No,” I shook my head. “Well, not exactly.”

“Not exactly?” Britt wondered.

I let out a deep breath. “Jacob called me from someone else’s phone and I said some things in front of Noah that made him-.”

My voice trailed off, suddenly embarrassed to say what happened. Britt urged me on with a shake of her hand. I looked to my left, noticing the guys being preoccupied with getting ready for their set, and turned back to her.

“It was brought up that Jacob never made me orgasm so Noah wanted to make me while on the phone with Jacob,” I admitted, playing with a loose strand from the ripped hole of my jeans.

She gasped. “Shut up!”

Her voice rang throughout the room, and I quickly hushed her while looking back to the guys. Noah gave me a look, and my heart flipped at the sight of him in a black cargo pants, black jacket, with his blank tank top underneath. He looked so fucking good and I wanted nothing more than to walk into his arms accepting his offer.

“I can’t believe you and Noah,” Britt said with a small chuckle.

“If I’m being honest, I can’t believe it either. There was something about him from the second I walked in here. I wanted to forget everything for a few minutes,” I admitted.

She patted my knee. “Noah is a great guy, Y/N. And from the way he keeps stealing glances at you, I’d say he’s interested as much as you are.”

As much as I wanted too, I didn’t peak over my shoulder. Besides, I could feel Noah’s eyes burning into my back. It was setting my skin ablaze remembering his fingers inside of me and his lips on my skin.

“Really?” I asked with a small smile playing at my lips.

Britt nodded.

I thought about telling her about the proposition Noah offered but decided against it, only because I wasn’t sure on what I was going to do.

“You guys ready?” Nick asked.

Britt and I both nodded.

“You two can hang out on the side of the stage to watch.”

While Folio and Britt chatted, I stood from the couch to give them some privacy. There was a warm presence behind me and as I turned on my feet, my breath hitched at the sight of Noah. He had pulled a black ski mask over his face and core warmed with desire. I didn’t doubt that my panties were wet because of this.

There was a list of kinks I was in to but this, a man wearing a mask, was a new one.

“So, did you think more of my idea?” Noah asked.

“Um, kind of. I still have a few questions.”

Even underneath the mask, I knew he raised a brow. “Which are?”

I licked my lips. “Where would we do this? Just because I’m considering spending the night with you, doesn’t mean I’m comfortable with you in my apartment.”

He let out a low laugh. “We’re staying in a hotel tonight. We can spend it in my room.

I nodded, the answer to my first question settling my nerves a tad. As I tried to ask my next one, I found myself distracted by the vision in front of me that was Noah. He was dressed in his full concert gear and I thought of him naked only wearing the mask tonight.

“Do you like the mask, Y/N?”

His voice was low and husky, filled with his own desire, and I clenched my thighs together hoping it would scratch the itch in my core momentarily. Before I could stop myself, I was nodding with my bottom lip caught between my teeth.

Noah leaned forward, his warm breath cascading over my ear.

“I could wear it tonight, if you’re a good girl.”

A soft moan fell from my lips which made his eyes darken. Our gazes locked and the longer we watched on another, the thicker the sexual tension built between us.

“What’s your next question?” He asked.

I blinked, remembering what we were talking about.

“Uh-,” I stuttered. “Is there anything off limits tonight?”

Even though I loved the way he looked underneath the mask, I wished he would take it off for these next few questions. I needed to see his face when he reacted to them.

“You’ll have to be more specific, angel.” His finger hooked into the black chocker around my neck.

Fuck.

I don’t think I’ll ever respond like a normal girl whenever he would call me that.

There was no one else around us but I still kept my voice quiet.

“I’m into some things that others might think is weird. With sex.”

Noah hummed. “You’re not the only one.”

A blush crept over my cheeks as excitement filled me.

There was only two more questions I had left to ask, both of which were extremely important. His answers would be the deciding factor if I agreed to this or not.

“If I feel uncomfortable or want to stop, would you?” I asked.

“The second you ask me to, I will,” Noah answered without missing a beat. “Would it make you feel better if we had a safe word?”

My brows raised. “How far are we going to go that we need a safe word?”

Noah sighed while wrapping his arms around my back, pulling me into his embrace. My breath quickened as I looked at the others. Except, we were the only ones in the room again. We were so engrossed in each other that neither of us noticed everyone had left.

“Angel,” Noah gripped my chin, forcing me to look into his brown eyes underneath the mask. “I keep thinking about all the things I get to do to you tonight if you say yes.”

I whimpered, actually fucking whimpered. The only thing Noah has done to me tonight, besides making my heart skip a beat every time he’s near or talking to me, he made me fall apart on his fingers. And that orgasm was mind-blowing, the best I had. Granted ninety-eight percent of orgasms I had were self brought. What else did he have in store for me?

It scared me but turned me on just as much.

“What would the safe word be?”

Noah thought about it for a few seconds before giving my hips a light squeeze. “Mercy.”

“Okay,” I agreed with a nod.

The nerves about tonight were slowly fading, excitement being all I felt.

“One last question. Well, more of an agreement.”

When Noah urged me on with a nod, I took a deep breath.

“Can we agree no feelings are to come out of this tonight? I just got out of a long relationship, the last thing I need is another one, especially with someone who is on the road a lot.”

It was true. The last thing I needed was another relationship after the disaster of one that ended a few days ago. Even if Noah looked like an alternative Greek god covered in tattoos with such a filthy mouth.

“I’m not going to force you into anything, Y/N,” he reassured me.

Alright, that was pretty easy.

“Okay,” I said after a few beats of silence.

I was still in his embrace and sprawled my hands over his chest. His heart beat rapidly underneath my touch.

“Is that a yes?” Noah wondered.

My lips parted to give my answer but rapid knocking on the doorframe caused us to break apart, Jolly staring between us for a few moments.

“You ready?” He asked Noah.

Noah’s eyes darted from me to Jolly while nodding. “Yeah, sorry. I’m coming.”

Jolly turned his attention towards me. “Britt is already waiting on side stage.”

“Side stage? We’re not watching in the crowd?” I asked.

“The crowd can get kind of crazy. Plus, you’ll be able to watch better from side stage,” he said.

Noah’s hand slipped into mine giving it a squeeze then let my hand drop to the side, something I returned without a second thought. A silent answer to his question.

He pulled the hood over his eyes, not before giving me a quick wink, and all I saw peaking out from underneath it was his pink, full lips that I so desperately wanted to taste.

I was wrong.

So fucking wrong.

I thought hearing Noah talk was heaven but hearing him sing then scream his lyrics sounded like heaven.

All four of them had an amazing stage presence that made you dang on your feet and headband along with them. I watched mesmerized not only at Noah but all four of them. I did not expect that voice and those screams to come out of Noah. He continued surprise me and Britt noticed because she kept elbowing my side every time he would look over to side stage, making sure I was still there.

I never gave him a physical answer, so he probably thought I would leave.

That was the plan once morning came. I would leave him, most likely never seeing him again. But after watching him perform in front of a sold-out crowd, I knew it would be painful to do so.

Their fourth song just finished and Noah had lost the ski mask and jacket, leaving him in his blank tank and cargo pants. The way he danced along the stage brought a small smile to my lips. Now an instrumental tune of their next song played while all four of them made their way over towards us for a quick break. I had an unopened bottle of water in my hand and I extended it towards Noah when he stopped in front of me. He took it with a smile of thanks and took two very large gulps.

“Having fun?” Noah asked

I nodded with a huge smile. “I’m glad I stayed.

“So am I.” His eyes twinkled under the stage lights before he leaned in closer to my ear, warm breath on the side of my face. “I can still taste your cum on my lips.”

Noah was gone, back on stage performing, before I could react. My panties were soaked and desire burned hot in my belly. All night, Noah kept me turned on even giving me one orgasm, but I needed more. I needed Noah so damn bad.

I was so fucked.

“Are you sure you don’t need a ride back home? I have no problem dropping you off,” Britt crossed her arms over her chest to keep some warmth.

We were standing outside the back of the venue, waiting for the guys to exit. The show ended a bit ago and we let the guys pack up their things and talk just the two of us outside. The rest of the show was amazing, the way all four of them came alive on stage was almost envious. I was an author, writing my first novel, and while I absolutely loved being able to stay home and do that, something about the artist life made my entire body giddy with excitement.

Britt was going back to her place with Folio and kept reassuring me she could drop me off home beforehand. I kept declining, saying that I can call an Uber. To be honest, I didn’t want to tell her about my decision to spend the night with Noah. I knew she wouldn’t judge me but I wanted the night to happen before I told her about it.

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me. Enjoy the time you have with Folio,” I waggled my eyebrows at her.

Her cheeks flushed with heat as she looked down at her feet for a few beats before she gave me a slight shove.

“I could say the same thing about you and Noah. Don’t act like I didn’t notice the looks you two were giving each other tonight. He looked directly at you when he sang the way you fuck, the way you taste.”

Now my cheeks flushed as I remembered it. Thank god Britt was the only one that noticed it. Noah had a lot of fans and if any of them noticed him singing those lyrics to me, some wouldn’t be too happy.

“It’s nothing,” I said with a wave of my hand.

Britt scoffed. “Right. Well whatever happens tonight, be protected.”

Now I scoffed. “You too.”

We talked for a few more minutes until Folio and Noah walked over towards us, dressed into different clothes. My heart flipped when I saw Noah wearing a pair of sweat shorts and a black hoodie, the tattoo’s on his thighs on full display.

Was he covered in them?

I couldn’t wait to find out.

“Ready?” Folio asked Britt.

She nodded while lacing fingers with him then looked back to me. “Are you sure you don’t need a ride?”

Noah wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his chest, which surprised me.

“I’ll make sure she gets home safe.”

Britt winked. “I’m sure you will, Noah.”

“What time does the bus leave tomorrow?” Folio asked Noah.

“Eight.”

As they did the typical man hug handshake, Britt gave me a quick hug.

“Bye-.”

“Nope!” I held up a hand. “You know I fucking hate that word.”

The guys looked at me with confused eyes.

“Anytime someone leaves that I plan on seeing again, I refuse to say goodbye. To me, it’s always see you later,” I explained.

Some thought of my reasoning as stupid but I had good reason to think like that. The last time I said goodbye to someone, they were ripped away from me in a car accident.

“I’ll call you tomorrow?” Britt asked.

I nodded and gave her and Folio a wave, Noah’s arm back around my shoulders now. It was a chilly night but the warmth that emanated from him kept me just as warm as a jacket would.

“You never gave me an answer,” he said while pulling me into his chest.

I looked up at him under my lashes. “I think me staying here waiting for you was answer enough.”

A mischievous smile spread across his face before he began leading me away from the bus and venue. He must have seen the confused look on my face because he nodded in front of us.

“The hotel is right around the block. I figured we could walk there.”

“Aren’t you worried about fans following you?” I asked.

He shrugged with his shoulder that I wasn’t tucked underneath.

“Most of them have left. The ones that are waiting around are hanging out on the other end of the parking lot. They won’t see us,” he reassured me.

After I nodded, silence fell around us but I didn’t mind. Something about Noah brought a sense of calm that I didn’t find with anyone else. It should scare me that I only knew this man for a few hours but I would still let him to anything to my body tonight.

We turned a corner, and the hotel came into view. It was late, nearly midnight, so there weren’t many people in the lobby as we entered.

Seven hours.

That’s all we had left together, and I wondered if it would be too much time.

“Are you hungry?” Noah asked as we stopped in front of the elevator.

I tried not to frown when his arm fell from my shoulder.

“I’m okay.” I said.

Quickly the doors opened and Noah let me step inside the elevator first with him following close behind. We stood so close, Noah behind me, that I’m sure he could hear how fast and shallow my breathing had become. Now that we were heading to his hotel room, it was suddenly set in what was going to happen tonight.

His large, tattooed arms wrapped around me from behind as Noah buried his face into my neck, breathing me in. I rested my head against his shoulder and let my eyes fluttered shut. It was incredible how his touch had calmed my nerves.

“Last chance to say no,” he said.

I shook my head. “I need this.”

Noah hummed into my skin, his lips pressing soft kisses up behind my ear and I shuddered in delight in his embrace.

“Promise me something?”

“Depends on what it is,” I semi joked.

There was no way I would promise something important like my life or soul to him.

“Promise after tonight you won’t go back to that asshole,” Noah breathed.

In the way his words sounded, I knew that if that happened, it would bother him. Maybe even hurt him.

“As long as you don’t go back to whoever cheated on you,” I shot back quietly.

Jolly mentioned it earlier in the night but Noah never spoke of what happened.

“Trust me, that won’t happen.”

I turned in his embrace and wrapped my hands around his neck, my fingers running through the ends of his hair.

“I have one rule for tonight,” I started.

“Besides not catching feelings?” Noah said with a slightly crooked smile.

“Fine,” I sighed defeated. “I have two rules. No feelings and I think in order to help that rule, we shouldn’t kiss tonight.”

Noah’s face fell only for a second before a neutral expression plastered over his face yet again.

“Alright. No feelings and no kissing. But remember what I said, no second thoughts and no regrets.”

The doors opened behind us and without turning me around, Noah walked us towards his room which seemed to be only a few doors down from the elevator. I heard the click of the door behind me and soon; we stood in the darkness of his hotel room. The silence that enveloped us was deafening. There was a golden glow brushing across Noah’s face from the streetlamp outside and my breath hitched at how beautiful he was.

“Nervous?” His voice was quiet.

“No,” I hoped my voice didn’t waver.

“Then why are you rubbing your hands on your thighs?” He dipped his gaze to my hands.

Fuck, he was perceptive.

I quickly clasped my hands together and began bouncing on the soles of my feet.

“You need to relax, Y/N. I’m not going to hurt you,” Noah muttered while closing me in against the wall next to the door. “Unless, you want me too.”

Oh shit.

I swallowed before the words stuttered from my lips. “Ye-yes.”

Noah cocked his head to the side, something glinting in his eyes. “Do you remember the safe word?”

I nodded, voice quiet.

“Good,” his traced a finger down my neck and over my collarbone.

His touch set my skin ablaze and my eyes fluttered shut enjoying the way his strong hands gently wrapped around my throat. The pad of his thumb pressed against my pulse point and the new sensation made my heart race.

My sex life with Jacob was as mediocre as you would think. Missionary majority of the time with the occasional fuck from behind. Nothing different and we never explored our kinks. However, with the way Noah’s hand was around my throat I knew that tonight would be nothing like I’d experience before.

“Lay on the coffee table,” he ordered, voice turning dark.

I blinked rapidly, mouth suddenly dry. “What?”

“Strip out of your shit and jeans then lay on the coffee table,” Noah repeated.

My fingers shook as I pulled my shirt up and over, letting it fall to the floor. My bra wasn’t anything special, a simply black cotton one, but that didn’t stop Noah’s eyes from drinking in the sight. When I slowly stepped out of my jeans, those falling on top of my shirt, in the darkness I could see his pupils dilate, the whites almost not noticeable.

“Fuck, angel,” he licked his lips while hooking a finger into the strap of my red lace panties. “You look delicious in red and I can’t wait to taste you.”

My pussy clenched at his words and I swore he could smell my arousal when I saw his nostrils flare slightly.

“Lay on the coffee table,” he ordered again.

I shuffled my feet over towards the small living area of his hotel room and realizing there was nothing on there; I sat on the edge. It was a sturdy table, so I felt somewhat safe that it wouldn’t collapse on me with whatever Noah had planned.

He stood in front of me, and I looked up at him through my thick lashes. His hips were meters from my face and through the fabric of his shorts, I could make out the hardness of his cock. My mouth watered at the sight. I was only in my bra and panties but that sight was enough to make him hard.

“Lay back, angel.”

Noah gently laid me back onto the table so my upper body was sprawled against it while my hips hung off the edge and feet planted on the ground. He sat on the floor with his back against the couch so his face was in front of my clenched knees. With soft hands, Noah spread my legs wide, hunger clouding his eyes and slid my panties down my legs. I half expected him to toss them over towards my other clothes but he set them down next to him.

“Keep them spread,” he tapped the inside of my knee.

I spread my legs once again and this time, Noah groaned at the sight.

“Beautiful.”

I whimpered, not wanting to wait any longer. I could feel my arousal drip down my legs and we haven’t started yet; well besides what we did in the green room of the venue.

My hips jerked when I felt a warm wet tongue glide over my folds.

“Shit,” I moaned.

This experience was new for me so I feared I would be a bit more jumpy than normal. Hopefully Noah wouldn’t notice.

With his hands gripping my thighs apart, Noah’s tongue flicked over my clit before forcing it between my folds now and we both groaned my back arching off the table as I subconsciously jumped away from him.

“Someone’s jumpy,” he breathed against my core.

I chewed on my bottom lip while staring up at the white ceiling. “I, uh. This is a first for me.”

Noah’s head snapped up from between my legs, a look of shock on his face. “You’re lying.”

Now I was looking at him with a sheepish expression. “No. Jacob never liked the idea of going down on me.”

“Let me guess, he had no problem with you going down on him thought?” He scoffed after his question.

My silence was answer enough.

Now that I was actually talking out loud about things from my relationship with Jacob, I realized how disgusting of a man he was and I deserved so much better.

“I’ll take care of you, angel. After tonight, no one will compete.”

I did not doubt that.

Noah’s tongue was back between my folds, lapping up before circling my clit. He repeated the motion a few times and my breath was coming out short and fast.

Fuck, it felt so good. There was no way it could get better than this.

My hand itched with the need to run through Noah’s hair and it was as if he read my mind because he guided my hand into his hair.

“Pull as hard as you want. I can take it,” he mumbled before going back to fucking my pussy with his tongue.

I was wrong; it could get better.

My hips began to grind against his face, the coil in my stomach heating the growing orgasm. Every muscle in my body tensed as warmth spread at the base of my spine. His name was on the tip of my tongue as his finished faking me then slide up my entire center. When I felt his teeth graze my clit, I let out a guttural groan while yanking on his hair.

Noah’s licks turned into small bites then he was sucking on my clit as he slid one finger into me, slowly pumping it in and out.

“Oh, fuck Noah. Just like that. Don’t stop,” I panted.

One hand was in his dark locks while the other was grasping the edge of the table to keep me grounded.

A white haze danced at the edge of my vision and now the heat spread underneath my skin as it prickled with electricity. My orgasm was so close and Noah could tell because he went back to licking my now swollen clit while his fingers continued to fuck me.

His name fell from my lips like a chant as I finally came, a scream echoing in the room, and Noah licked me through every aftershock until I was a writhing mess on the table.

“Shit,” I breathed.

Noah finally pulled away then got up onto his knees while leaning over the table. He was taller than me so even on his knee’s and me on the table; he loomed over me.

“Open,” his lips barley parted as he gripped my chin.

I obeyed and nearly crumbled in another orgasm when he spit my arousal in my mouth; it had a tangy sweetness to it. The whole action was downright disgusting, and I fucking loved it.

“You taste so good, angel. I could eat you for the rest of my life,” Noah mused.

My chest rose and fell with every deep breath as I finally came down and he helped me to my feet.

“Good?”

I nodded with a dazed smile. “So good.”

Noah brushed some hair out of my face, serious eyes locking with mine. “Am I going to be giving you a lot of firsts tonight?”

“I’m not a virgin so don’t worry about that.”

My voice had a slight edge to it and didn’t know why. He was only wondering there was no need to snap at him. But that didn’t stop me from walking past him, well trying to anyway.

Noah gently grasped my elbow. “I don’t care if I am going to be giving you a lot of firsts tonight, Y/N. I only want to make sure you’re okay with it. I don’t do gentle sex.”

My pussy clenched as it remembered how hard he had bit and sucked just moments ago.

I let out a long breath and nodded. “I’ll be fine.”

“Okay,” he nodded towards the bed. “Take off your bra and lay on the bed.”

“I don’t see how it’s fair that I’m about to be naked while you’re still wearing your clothes,” I jeered at him while pulling at the end of his hoodie.

Noah chuckled, and my heart fluttered at the sound.

“Patience, angel. I have six hours and thirty-four minutes with you. I’m going to take advantage of that.”

The room filled with my squeal of laughter as Noah gently tossed me onto the bed, my body bouncing slightly.

“Give me five minutes. When I come out of the bathroom, I want you naked and sprawled out for me, understand?” Noah spoke from the foot of the bed. “Keep this on.”

He pointed to the choker on my neck.

Eagerly, I nodded then watched as he rummaged around his suitcase for something before slipping to the bathroom. Not wanting to waste anymore time, I threw my bra across the room and did my best to get comfortable on the bed despite my nerves. I changed my position on the bed a few times, each time shaking my head at how stupid I must have looked. There was no need to look sexy for Noah. If he wasn’t even a bit attracted to me, we wouldn’t be here.

Eventually I decided on simply laying on the bed while being propped up on my elbows. I let my hair fall across my shoulders and the cool air of the room caused my nipples to perk into hard buds. I also turned on the lamp on the end table, that way we could see each other better.

Not even five minutes later, Noah stepped out of the bathroom and I squeaked out a moan at the sight. He wore a pair of black briefs that were tight, thanks to the hard cock that was pressing against the fabric for release and in one of his hands he was holding onto a black belt.

But that didn’t have my attention. Neither did the many of the tattoos that colored almost every inch of his skin. It was the black sky mask he wore, his dark eyes pinning me into place on the bed. Noah began slowly stalking towards the bed the exact moment I sat up straighter, my senses on high alert. When he reached the edge of the bed, his hands circled around my ankle before dragging me over to him.

My flight or fight kicked in and I writhed against his hold which made him grab my wrists with his free hand and pin them above my head as he leaned over me.

“Remember the safe word?” Noah questioned.

All I could do was nod. Even though my heart was hammering against my chest, I was excited to find out what he had planned. There was no way I would utter our safe word.

“Good girl,” he mused. “Now, on your knees.”

I didn’t even have a second to react to the praise before Noah pulled me off the bed and down onto my knees. He wasn’t in front of me for long because he walked behind me and yanked my hands to my back. I hissed out in slight pain when the leather of the belt dug into my skin as Noah tied my wrists together. Once satisfied with the tightness of them and wasn’t worried I could slip out, he was back in front of me and yanked my head up to look at him. The pain that burned at the base of my skull felt so good.

“You look so fucking perfect on your knees for me,” Noah breathed from underneath his mask.

I licked my lips as his grip left my hair to pull down his briefs, too slow in my opinion. I almost whined in protest.

Noah clicked his tongue on his teeth. “Someone is impatient.”

“Please,” I begged.

He cocked his head to the side and the sight of him like this made my mouth run dry; mask covering his face, tattoo’s glistening in the moonlight that broke through into the room, and briefs halfway down his hips. The base of his cock was the only part visible and from what I saw, the thickness of it, told me I was not ready.

“What do you want, angel?” Noah asked while cupping my cheek.

I kept my gaze on his half shown cock, hoping that would give him an answer.

“Eyes on me!”

They snapped up at him with his demands and I clenched my legs together hoping it would ease the need I felt between my legs.

“Use your words, Y/N. What. Do. You. Want?” Noah slapped my cheek with each word, not too hard but firm enough to leave a bit of a sting behind each slap.

How was it that this man who barley knew me somehow knew some kinks I was into?

“I want your cock,” I whispered.

Noah hummed in approval, and soon I was rewarded with the full sight of his thick cock. The beads of pre-cum dripped out of the slit on the head of his cock and I licked my lips before I realize what I was doing.

“You want a taste?” He wondered.

I nodded, pleading with a small moan.

Noah sat on the edge of the bed then positioned me in between his legs. His large tattooed hand wrapped around his cock and slowly stroked it, his thumb teasing the head and smeared the pre-cum all over it. He groaned while his hips bucked into his hand.

“Open.”

His thumb brushed over my lips and I tasted the sweetness of his pre-cum as I wrapped my mouth around him. I sucked his thumb like it was my last meal, savoring the way he lingered on my tongue. Noah gritted his teeth as he groaned and hastily removed his thumb. His cock was thick and angry, begging to be sucked like I just had done to his thumb.

“Ready?” His voice and eyes were blown with lust and my stomach felt fuzzy inside.

“Fuck yes,” I breathed and opened my mouth wide.

While Jacob was the only man I had sex with, I had given head a once or twice before him so atleast with this; I had some experience. And Noah, by far, had the prettiest cock I’d ever seen.

My tongue glided over the bottom of his shaft as he slipped past my lips and when his head hit the back of my throat, I gagged only a little. His length wasn't something I wasn’t used too, but it didn’t deter me from swallowing every inch of him. I wanted to grab what I couldn’t in my hand but they were still tied behind my back so I bobbed my head up and down while swirling my tongue around the head.

“Fuck, angel. So good.” Noah croaked, his hands pulling at my hair.

He was guiding my head up and down before holding my head down when I took him in deep into my throat and gagging a bit on the thickness.

“Yes, take the whole fucking thing. Gag on it.”

I was slick in between my legs, my arousal coating me as my pussy begged to be touched, so all I could do was squeeze my legs together. I dared a glance up at Noah between my lashes and nearly came at the sight. Noah’s head fell back, lips parted underneath the black ski mask and the muscles in his tattooed stomach clenched as he his orgasm built. I could tell in the way his cock twitched in my mouth.

He looked so fucking breathtaking and moan vibrated against him from my throat which made Noah shiver underneath me, his grip on my hair tightened. Tears brimmed at the corners of my eyes but they were good tears and drool dribbled down my chin, jaw aching, but I refused to stop and complain. I wanted Noah to come apart from my mouth and tongue.

“You’re going to be a good girl and swallow all of it.”

I nodded, mouth full of his cock, and felt it pulse inside before a guttural groan erupted from Noah. His warm cum filled my mouth, and I eagerly swallowed every drop. It tasted so fucking good.

Noah, who had taken off of the mask, lifted me off of him with a pop then began massaging my jaw. “You did good, angel.”

I mewled at the praise and leaned into his touch until he gently lifted me onto the bed. I was on my knees while he sat behind me to undo the binds around my wrists. I rubbed at the red marks. They didn’t hurt but were a little sore. Noah left a small kiss to the back of my shoulder while his hands ran up and down my hips and I reveled in his touch.

His dick twitched against my back, and I smirked.

“Ready for some more?” I teased.

Noah agreed with a hum and one of his hands slide up my stomach towards my breast to palm at the left one. I leaned my head against his shoulder letting out a long breath as his fingers pinched and pulled at my nipple.

“So perfect,” he mused.

With one hand on my breast, his other found my aching clit and began rubbing it in small circles. I jerked with his touch and rubbed my ass against him. His cock slid against my slick folds and I gasped when the head nearly slipped inside.

Then I realized, we hadn’t talked about something kind of important.

“I thought it would be good to know that I have an implant. You know in case you were worried. I mean, we could still use a condom.”

The corner of Noah’s lips curled up in a smile at how fast the words spilled from my mouth and halted his movements on my clit for a few seconds. He buried his face into the crook of my neck.

“I’m clean.” He assured me with a soft kiss to the back of my neck.

I nodded. “So am I.”

“Good, because I want to feel everything.”

Noah bit the skin behind my ear, and I hissed out in pleasure. His hands gripped my hips to lift me up a few inches, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. It amazed me he was hard again after orgasming a few minutes ago.

As he pressed inside, I sucked in a breath at the sudden stretch. Even with how wet I was, it still took some coaxing to push in every inch and when he was finally was, I let out an embarrassing moan of satisfaction. We kneeled there on the bed, Noah behind me as I sat on his lap with his cock buried deep, and I knew after tonight, no one would ever compare to him. He didn’t even start moving yet, just enjoying the way my pussy clamped around him.

“Angel,” Noah strangled, trying to keep himself together.

“Please,” I begged while I began moving my hips against him. I needed some kind of friction, the anticipation was killing me. “I need you to move, please. Don’t worry about hurting me. I need it.”

Those words were what Noah needed because soon, his hips began snapping up into me with no falter. My head fell back onto his shoulder while my hand snaked up into his hair. He pulled out his cock, leaving only the head inside before burying himself deep inside of me. He did this a few times over and my body fell over slightly. Noah’s tattooed arm wrapped around my stomach to keep me pressed hard against him and our breathing synced together, short and shallow.

“Oh yes,” I moaned when he hit that spot, stars dancing across my vision.

His finger pressed against my swollen nub and rubbed up and down then side to side.

“This pussy is mine tonight,” Noah grunted, enunciating each word with a thrust. “Say it.”

I pulled his hair. “Yes, Noah. Yours, it’s yours.”

He stilled his thrusts for a moment, teeth dragging across the skin of my back. “Fuck, I love the way you say my name. Say it again.”

I did, over, and over like a prayer as my orgasm crested.

Suddenly, Noah had switched our position, and I was on my back while he leaned over me, my legs up over his shoulders. The emptiness in my pussy made me almost cry in disappointment and he gave me a sly smirk.

“Don’t worry angel. I just want to see your face when you fall apart on my cock.”

Yes, please.

With one fast snap of his hips, his cock spread me open again, and I screamed out in pleasure. This new angle being exactly what I needed to have my orgasm wrap around me once again. It was so close, I could taste it on my lips.

“Your pussy is clenching around my cock, fuck angel. You’re going to cum,” Noah’s hand smacked against the swell of my ass.

The sudden sharp pain made me yelp, so he did it again, this time harder. And on the fourth slap, it was my undoing as I came with a shout. My body convulsed with the aftershocks and through the haze in my vision, I noticed Noah’s eyes shut when his hips stilled.

I cupped his face and brushed my thumb over his bottom lip, wanting so bad to taste them. It was my rule, no kissing, and at the moment I was regretting it.

“Cum for me, Noah.”

Our eyes locked before he tipped his head foreward to lick and bite at my nipple. With one final, hard thrust, he spilled himself inside of me as the final clenching of my orgasm milked him.

“Y/N,” he breathed against my breasts before gently collapsing on top of me.

I was spent, and exhausted, and as we lay there in each other's embrace, I wanted sleep to take me for a few moments. My head was off to the side where I read the clock. It was just after two a.m.

Five hours left.

My fingers brushed the hair from his face and Noah hummed in delight but didn’t open his eyes. He was also exhausted and despite only having a few hours left together; I let the both of us rest our eyes for a while.

I awoke sometime later with a tongue flicking at my clit while two fingers pressed into me. My head snapped up from the bed and saw Noah buried between them, his hair disheveled.

“Hm, this is a great wake up call,” I moaned arching my back off of the bed.

He pulled away from my core to lean up over me, his fingers still working in an out of me.

“I couldn’t stop myself. You looked so fucking beautiful laying there.”

Every inch of my skin heated in a blush with his compliment and tried to bury my face into the pillow but with a harsh grip to my chin, Noah forced me to look into his eyes.

“Don’t hide from me, angel,” he said.

I didn’t.

We both held each other's gazes as his fingers brought on my fourth orgasm of the night, this one not as loud as the others. My throat was raw, but it still ruined me, my body collapsing onto the bed. Noah pulled his fingers out of me and I bit my lip when I saw them glisten with my wetness as he brought them to his mouth, licking them clean.

“I think you’ve wrecked me.”

I sighed when he pulled me into his chest, and I wrapped my leg around his waist.

Noah chuckled. “We slept for an hour.”

I frowned when I saw it was now 3:15 in the morning. The moonlight brushed across our bare skin from the large window in the room and for the first time since we started this, I actually took in all the tattoos that covered Noah. My fingers traced the floral design on his chest then skidded over the female and male skeleton and traced up to the design on his neck. It was a hand with a snake intertwine around it and an apple with green leaves.

“Did this hurt?” I asked.

His own fingers were tracing over the small design of my back shoulder tattoo. It wasn’t anything like his designs, a simple collection of flowers that wrapped around to my arm.

“Like a bitch,” he admitted.

I looked up at him after tracing over the one on his stomach; it was a reaper that had a sithe and a lantern.

“Which one is your favorite?”

He propped up his leg and pointed to his thigh. It looked like some kind of anime character.

“Which is your biggest?” I asked.

Noah waggled his eyebrows at the innuendo and I playfully smacked his chest. “I mean tattoo, you perv.”

He sat us both up before showing me his back and I sucked in a small breath. It was large, almost taking up his entire back. It was a picture of what I assumed was Jesus with the crown of thorns. I wasn’t a religious person, but I’d admit, it was beautiful.

Noah turned over and crawled over me, his dark eyes staring at me from above. My hand ran up his chest before locking behind his neck and I almost titled my lips up to kiss him.

“Do you want to be a good girl for me?” He asked with a low voice.

I clenched my thighs while nodding.

Noah to the doors that led to the balcony. “Go outside and wait for me.”

“What?” My brows furrowed, not understanding why he wanted that. “It’s the middle of the night. What if someone see’s us?”

“You said it yourself. It’s the middle of the night, no one will be out there. Now, get your perfect ass outside and wait for me.”

Noah crawled off of me and dismissed me with a swift pat on my ass. When I stepped outside, the cool air brushed against my heated skin and my nipples instantly hardened. The street was quiet below and thankfully, no one else were outside on their balconies. Whatever Noah had planned, no one would see.

My hands grasped the railing on the balcony when the door opened behind me, Noah pressing me into his chest.

“Keep your legs straight but bend over the railing,” Noah rasped into my ear.

The pounding of my heart thundered in my ears as I obeyed him, ass pressing into his semi hard cock. His feet kicked mine farther apart while his hand dragged down my spine and stopped at the tight hole between my cheeks and I froze with hesitation.

This was something I never done. It was forbidden, even with fingers or toys.

“Has anyone ever taken you here?” Noah breathed against my neck as he leaned over me.

I shook my head.

His large hands palmed my ass, spreading my cheeks farther apart. “Will you let me?”

My body squirmed in his touch. “Won’t it hurt?”

A soft kiss to my cheek. “I’ll go real slow, angel. And I have lube.”

I turned my head farther to the side and noticed the small clear bottle in his hand. The mere thought of having his cock in that hole made my body shiver with not only fear but desire.

“Okay,” I breathed after a few beats of silence.

Noah’s cock twitched then I heard the pop of the bottle cap opening and a cold liquid coating between my ass.

“You’ll have to relax. I’ll be able to slide in easier if you’re not tensing, okay?” He said.

I nodded.

Noah worked my tight hole with one finger, going about knuckle deep before a hiss fell from my lips. But after a few seconds, the pain subsided to pleasure and as the hiss of pains turned to moans of pleasure, Noah worked in another finger. He fucked my ass with the two fingers until he thought I was stretched far enough open for him. I had my head to the side so I could watch him and once he pulled his fingers out, he spit on his hand then wrapped it around his cock.

Some of my arousal dripped down my leg at the sight of him spitting and I secretly wished he would spit on me.

“Safe word?”

A warm smile pulled at my lips because Noah continued to make sure I was alright with what he was doing to me tonight.

I pushed my ass farther into his hips. “Fuck my ass, Noah.”

“Anything for you, angel.”

His cock slowly pressed into my ass and I did my best not to tense up but the pain ached, causing some resistance. The sound of Noah spitting echoed in my ears as I felt the cold saliva dribble down the crack of my ass and I moaned loudly. So loud I was sure whoever was in the room next to us would have heard.

“You like it when I spit on you?” Noah asked while pressing a little deeper into me.

“Yes,” I hummed when the pain was gone, sheer ecstasy filling my veins.

He rutted against my ass as his strokes were long and deep. I rested my forehead against the cool metal of the railing and my pussy clenched around air, wanting something to fill it.

“Touch yourself,” Noah rasped, gone in his own ecstasy.

My fingers worked against my bud, sparks shooting through me. With one of his hands digging nails into my hip, his other wrapped around my throat pulling me up into his chest. This new angel caused him to go even deeper and my eyes exploded with a white haze.

“Such a whore for my cock.”

The grip on my throat was tight, cutting off my oxygen, but not enough where I would pass out.

“Yes, Noah.” I agreed.

His teeth dug deep into my neck, leaving I didn’t doubt another dark mark. I hadn’t checked in a mirror but from the faint pain I felt after he bit me every time tonight, there had to have been marks left behind.

“My whore. My angel,” He grunted as his hips stilled, cum shooting into my ass.

“Yours,” I called out as my orgasm followed him, body falling slack into his embrace.

The warm water brought a large smile to my face as Noah sat behind me in the large bathtub, rubbing the body wash deep into the sore muscles of my back. After our time on the balcony. Noah dragged me back into the room to fuck me on the couch then ate me out on the bathroom counter before I sucked his cock while he sat and filled up the tub for our bath.

It was now 6 in the morning, the sunrise breaking through the clouds, and we had one hour left together. I did my best to hide my disappointment because while my heart was breaking for leaving him, Noah didn’t seem bothered by it. I mean, this is what we agreed on. We would part ways when the time came, both doing our best to forget each other.

Bullshit.

From the first second Noah’s fingers touched me back in the green room, I knew I was fucked. He ruined me tonight, in the best possible way. No other man could ever compare to him in how sweet he spoke to me outside of sex or the filthy dirty things he called me while having me bent over, moaning.

I could try to have relationships after this but what was the point when all I would do was think of Noah. Everytime I looked at him or traced his tattoos or ran my hand through his hairs so I could get a better look into his dark eyes, my heart would skip a beat while my stomach flipped, butterflies fluttering to life.

Noah made me a promise that I wouldn’t like of Jacob at all tonight and he made very well on that promise.

I cursed when I realized Britt’s advice from earlier had in fact worked.

“They best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.”

A soft tune hummed deep from Noah’s throat and I leaned closer into him, loving the way it sounded. It almost lulled me to sleep, but I forced my eyes to stay open.

“That sounds beautiful,” I murmured.

Noah wrapped his arm around my stomach underneath the water. “It’s from our second album. It’s called If I’m There. One of the few slower, softer songs we have.”

“I can’t believe I’ve never heard of you guys. It seems like you guys are pretty popular,” I said.

“We really blew up this last year. It’s been a crazy change but neither of us are complaining. This is something we wanted since we formed the band.”

I turned my head up towards him so I could look into his eyes. “Where are you guys headed to next?"

"Portland then our final show is in Los Angeles. Then were home for 5 months before we head overseas for a few weeks." Noah answered while moving the wet strands of hair from face.

"Do you ever get to rest?" My eyes held a hint of sadness.

That life sounded exhausting and couldn't imagine being away from home for that long.

Noah shrugged while placing a chaste kiss on my damp shoulder. "When we get back from Europe, I'll have about three months before another tour starts."

Silence fell between us and as the warm water turned cold and minutes dwindled down to only twenty left between us, Noah lifted me from the tub and carried my back into the room, water dripping from our bodies.

“What are you doing?” I giggled when he tossed me onto the bed.

He spread my legs apart with his knee. “I want one last orgasm from you, angel. Think you can do that for me?”

I was exhausted, bones and pussy aching, but he asked so nicely. How could I deny him?

Noah wrapped my leg around his back while he lined his hard cock against my entrance, brown eyes locked with mine as he filled me to the brim. I arched my chest into his as my hips raised, giving him a deeper angle. This time, his strokes were slow and soft, taking his time with me. His tongue flicked over my nipple, teasing at pulling before he shifted over to the other one, mimicking his actions. The pad of his thumb teased at my clit while his cock pulled most of the way out, my arousal glistening on him.

“Noah, I’m going to-.”

My words fell, my orgasm building and cresting into a crescendo. Bright stars etched in the edge of my vision as my breath became shallow.

“Look at me, angel,” Noah grunted. “Open your eyes and look at me.”

I did, my breath catching in my throat when I saw the look of adoration shinning in his brown iris’. His lips were meters from mine, I could feel his warm breath fanning over them. One rule I set suddenly didn’t matter anymore since this was ending in five minutes so I told myself fuck it.

I crashed my lips to his, finally being able to taste him. Noah didn’t miss a beat, his tongue dancing with my own. His lips molded perfectly with mine, almost as if we were meant to be. Cliche, yes, but that was the only way I could describe it. It was a desperate kiss, teeth smacking against each other, and he bit down on my bottom lip while his thrusts became erratic then with a shuddering scream, we both fell apart together.

We lay there in our post daze of bliss for a long moment of silence until his phone rang loudly, the alarm he had set for seven breaking the glass of the glass house we created to protect us from reality.

Noah pulled out of me and rolled over to silence his phone while I stood from the bed to find my discarded clothes. Tears burned at the brim of my eyes but I quickly blinked them away as I cursed to myself. I didn’t think I would get so attached to Noah but here I was, not ready to leave him yet even though I had too.

Once dressed, I turned on my heels and saw Noah was standing a few feet in front of me, still shirtless, but had his hands buried deep into the pockets of a pair of sweatpants.

“Seven a.m.” He said with a nod.

I bounced on the soles of my feet. “Yep. I don’t know if I should say thank you or something.”

Noah laughed. “Trust me, angel. You helped me just as much I did you so there’s no need to thank me.”

I nodded, not sure what else to say.

“Did you need me to call you an Uber or something?”

“Already taken care of,” I held up my phone.

I had ordered one before I dressed, must to the dismay of my aching heart.

Noah nodded now. “So then, I guess I’ll see you around?”

Letting out a shaky breath, I held my head high while squaring my shoulders. In order to help curb the pain that was stabbing my heart, I knew what I had to do; something I hated and always refused to do. This would never work between us, Noah said it himself he barley had time for himself when he was home, how could we balance a relationship? Plus, this was only a onetime thing; something we both agreed on.

Swallowing thickly, I opened the door and looked back over my shoulder. His bright eyes dulled, probably from the exhaustion from our night and barley any sleep. I stood for a few seconds, waiting to see if he would make any kind of move but he continued to stand on the other side of the room with hands deep in his pockets.

I shook my head with another shaky breath, one lone tear slipping down my cheek and the strongest smile I could muster.

“Goodbye, Noah.”

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In The Middle

Word Count: 5.4k (this got away from me, whoops)

Themes: love triangle, pining, angst if you squint. Fem!Reader

Based on this request: Please could I request a Sebastian x Slytherin!reader x Ominis based during HL. After a few months of knowing the reader the boys suddenly realise one day they are falling in love with the reader and start to become a bit bitter towards each other and very jealous if another guy gives her attention.

Warnings: Potential spoilers for HL. I’ve also aged them up to 7th year (all 18+) so it’s been a few years instead of a few months. Also like two swear words?

Sebastian pretended to read from the book he was holding, but in reality he was watching Y/N and Ominis as they sat on the couch opposite him. His eyes narrowed as Y/N leant in to point to something on the textbook Ominis was holding, her fingers trailing over the braille words slowly. She was too busy trying to decipher the little bumps on the page to notice Ominis move a little closer to her, his face taking on a barely perceptible shade of pink as he brushed his hand against hers. Sebastian wouldn’t have noticed himself if he hadn’t been watching the pair so closely - if he hadn’t been watching Y/N so closely.

“Is that the time?” Y/N looked up at the clock above the fireplace and jumped up. Sebastian bit back his grin at Ominis’ disgruntled expression and looked at the words in front of him, feigning that he had been reading all along. “I promised I would meet Poppy ten minutes ago! Sorry boys, I’ve got to run.” She squeezed Ominis’ hand in apology before pausing in front of Sebastian, her head cocked to the side curiously.

“Do you want to hold my hand to say goodbye as well?” Sebastian asked dryly. Y/N laughed quietly and shook her head before reaching out and turning Sebastian’s book the right way up. His face burned as her hand lingered on his before she gave them both a sweet smile and left the common room. Ominis turned back to his book, his fingers moving along the page to read what was in front of him.

“Just because I can’t see doesn’t mean I don’t know you’re staring,” Ominis looked in his general direction. “What’s the matter?”

“Do you like her?” Sebastian asked.

“You’re going to have to be more specific.”

“Y/N, you prat.”

“She’s my closest friend after you and Anne, of course I like her.”

“Don’t play dumb, Ominis. You know what I mean.” Sebastian rolled her eyes at his best friend, not that he could see. “Do you have feelings for her?”

“I…I suppose so. Yes.” Ominis’ pale face flushed and he began to fiddle with the corners of the pages of his book. “Do you?”

“Yeah.”

“Well.”

“Well, indeed.” They both sighed loudly, a slight uncomfortable silence falling over them. Ominis drummed his fingers on the arm of the couch anxiously, his mind reeling with the information. He wasn’t stupid, he knew Sebastian had felt a certain way about Y/N ever since their fifth year. He hadn’t been able to talk about anything but her for weeks until Ominis finally met her sneaking out of the Undercroft, and had done nothing but flirt with her ever since. Sebastian was charming and (if the female population of the school was to be believed) quite attractive. He had heard Y/N laugh breathlessly at his best friend’s advances and even flirt back on occasion. How was he supposed to compete with that?

Oblivious to his friend’s internal turmoil, Sebastian skimmed the page of the textbook he was holding, not really absorbing anything as he went through the motions. As if he wasn’t nervous enough about trying to pursue Y/N, now he had to contend with his best friend. Ominis was smart, funny, and rich; he could offer Y/N so much more than Sebastian ever could and then some. How was he meant to go up against him for her affections?

“What are we going to do?” Ominis asked quietly, his focus still on the book he held.

“I don’t know,” Sebastian sighed again and closed his book. “Should we tell her?”

“You want to tell her?”

“What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Any number of things, now that you’ve said that.”

“You’re free not to say anything,” Sebastian said. Ominis couldn’t tell if Sebastian was being sly or serious without seeing his expression.

“Am I to believe that after two years of pining you’re finally going to tell Y/N you have feelings for her?” Ominis raised an eyebrow as he looked at Sebastian (or at least, he hoped he was) and closed the book he was holding.

“Who says it’s been two years?”

“Sebastian, we’ve been friends for longer than I can remember, I know you better than you know yourself.”

“So you think I don’t have the guts to tell her?”

“I never said that.”

“You said after two years I’m finally going to tell her.”

“Sebastian,” Ominis sighed and carefully made his way around the coffee table to sit next to his friend. “Why are you trying to pick a fight?”

“I’m not! I’m just…” Sebastian ran a hand through his hair and turned in his seat to face Ominis. “What if we tell her and she chooses you?”

“Ah, so you’re jealous and insecure,” Ominis smiled without humour and nudged Sebastian. “What if we tell her and she chooses neither of us?”

“That’s not helping, Ominis.”

“I’m just showing you there are worse alternatives.”

“How can you be so calm about this? Would it not kill you if she chose me?”

“It would hurt for a while, sure,” Ominis shrugged. “But I think at the end of the day I just want Y/N to be happy - whether that’s with you, or me, or neither of us.”

“So we’re telling her?”

“Yes, I suppose we are.”

*~*~*~*~*

Y/N made her way to the Undercroft, clutching the note from Sebastian and Ominis had sent requesting they meet there. Why they had sent her a note was beyond her - they had all been sitting together at dinner and had left moments before her, only to send a first year to deliver the message. She glanced around to make sure no one was around to watch her and tapped her wand on the entrance to the secret passage before ducking inside. Sebastian and Ominis were both standing in their usual corner, talking in hushed, hurried voices. They stopped suddenly when they heard the gate close behind Y/N and turned to face her.

“Hi,” Y/N felt her stomach flip nervously, but wasn’t quite sure why. There seemed to be a lingering tension in the air that she couldn’t quite put her finger on and it set her on edge.

“Hey, you,” Sebastian grinned at her as she neared, his hand reaching out to brush the back of hers.

“What’s with the secrecy? Why couldn’t we discuss this at dinner?”

“Sebastian and I had something to talk to you about and thought it would be best to do it in privacy,” Ominis said.

“Okay…” Y/N looked between them both hesitantly. “Why does it look like you guys are about to tell me that someone stole from the repository under the castle?”

“It’s nothing that bad,” Sebastian chuckled. “We promise.”

“We hope,” Ominis muttered. Y/N looked at him with raised eyebrows (not that he could tell) before turning the expression on Sebastian.

“I’m starting to get nervous.”

“We both like you,” Sebastian blurted out. Ominis exhaled slowly and faced his friend with a look that seemed to say are you fucking serious?

“Well, I should hope so,” Y/N laughed awkwardly and tucked a stray hair away. “You’re my closest friends.”

“No, Sebastian means we like you. We both have feelings for you.”

“Oh…oh.” Y/N felt her heart stutter in her chest before it started to beat a little faster. “You…both of you?”

“Both of us,” Ominis confirmed with a nod. “We realise this isn’t exactly ideal but that’s why we asked you to meet us here so we could discuss it.”

“How - I mean. Why? I don’t - ”

“I think we might have broken her, Ominis.”

“The first time she’s ever been speechless and it’s when we actually need her to speak,” Ominis rolled his eyes, but there was a small teasing smile on his face.

“It’s a lot to take in!” Y/N protested. “I never thought one of you would admit to having feelings for me, let alone both of you.”

“Are you saying you’ve imagined one of us admitting we like you?”

“Don’t put words in my mouth, Sallow, that’s not what I said.” Y/N pressed a hand to her chest to try and calm her heart, which was hammering away painfully fast. “How can you both…?”

“Is it so hard to believe?” Sebastian murmured. He itched to take her hand in his, to try and ease some of the anxiety she was feeling, but instead crossed his arms and leant back against the wall. He watched Ominis’ fingers twitch and knew he was thinking the same thing. Y/N fell silent, an uncertain expression crossing her face.

“Has she got a look on her face I’m going to be annoyed at?” Ominis asked.

“Without a doubt. What’s running through that pretty head of yours, Y/N?”

“How long?”

“Since fifth year,” Sebastian answered. He watched her eyebrows shoot up in surprise as her face flushed. “If you want full honesty I was entranced by you from the moment you beat me in our first duel in Defence Against the Dark Arts. I never really realised it until after everything went down with my Uncle though - you were the only one who stood by my side the entire time. I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

“It was last year for me,” Ominis answered before she could turn to him. “Around the beginning of sixth year. I can’t really pinpoint when I realised, but it was when we began spending more time together when I wasn’t talking to Sebastian. I woke up one day excited to be alone with you and that’s when it clicked.”

“So you’ve both had feelings for me for at least a year and you’ve chosen now to tell me? Together?”

“I mean, it took us a while to figure it out. You’re the smart one between us.”

“Speak for yourself Sebastian, I’ve known how you’ve felt for a while now,” Ominis rolled his eyes at his friend before turning his head in Y/N’s general direction. “Have you ever thought of us in that way? Either of us?”

Y/N would be lying if she said no. She had spent the majority of her fifth year pining after Sebastian, dropping everything the minute he sent her an owl requesting to meet up. She never realised he felt the same. After everything that happened with his uncle she decided to push her feelings aside and focus on being his friend, which was exactly what he needed.

Ominis on the other hand…she found herself drawn to him in their sixth year, and much like him started to relish the time they spent together away from prying eyes. She loved his dry, sardonic humour. She started to learn braille for him, mostly as a benefit for them both but also because she got to spend that much more time with him as he taught her.

“Has she run away?”

“No, she’s still here. It’s a shame you can’t see the blush on her face, she’s turned the most enticing shade of red.”

“I can imagine,” Ominis chuckled quietly. “She’s nervous, her heart is beating so fast.”

“Never took you for the shy type, Y/N.”

“It’s a little charming though, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Okay, can we please stop talking about me as if I’m not right here?” Y/N snapped.

“Are you going to answer our question?” Sebastian asked, a hint of amusement dancing on his features. Shy Y/N was a rare sight (one he enjoyed immensely) but the girl who had just snapped at them was his favourite version of her. The one who wasn’t afraid to say what she was thinking and often cut people into pieces with her sharp tongue. He may have been on the receiving end of it more times that he could count but he adored it. He adored her.

“No.”

“No? Darling we’re both putting our hearts on the line here.”

“I meant no I haven’t thought about either of you that way.”

“You’ve always been a bad liar.”

“Shut up, Sebastian.” She rolled her eyes at him and crossed her arms over her chest. “I still don’t understand why.”

“Why? Surely you don’t mean why do we both have feelings for you?” Ominis looked at her sharply, a frown on his features. He couldn’t see her shrug uselessly or Sebastian send her a scathing glare, but the silence was answer enough. “Are you aware of how extraordinary you are?”

“I mean, the ancient magic is great, don’t get me wrong but - ”

“No,” Ominis shook his head, his voice rough as he interrupted her. “I don’t mean your abilities, I mean you. You didn’t know anything about magic - ancient or not - for the majority of your life and yet you’ve taken to it like a fish in water. You caught up on five years worth of schooling in less than a year. You’re hardworking, determined, ambitious - ” Ominis paused to take in a deep breath and ran his hands through his hair.

“Not to mention, you did all of that and more. You juggled catching up on school around helping everyone and their cat in the Highlands, on top of having your life constantly threatened,” Sebastian continued. “And that’s just the tip of the iceberg, we haven’t even gotten down to how beautiful you are - inside and out. You’re fucking stunning and you don’t even know it.”

“I can’t say much for your outer beauty, I’m afraid,” Ominis gave her a sheepish smile, “but Sebastian is right about you being beautiful on the inside too. You have the kindest soul I have ever met and I will forever be grateful that you came into my life, no matter what happens after this.”

“Do you really mean that?”

“Of course I do,” Ominis held his hand out for hers. Y/N slipped her hand into his after a brief moment of hesitation, her stomach fluttering pleasantly as he squeezed it gently. “You’re one of my best friends and that won’t change, regardless of what you decide today.”

“You’re my best friend too,” Y/N murmured. She caught Sebastian’s eye as he shuffled on his feet and couldn’t help but laugh quietly and grab his hand as well. “Don’t worry Sallow, you’re one of my best friends too.”

“Kind of hoping to be more than that, darling,” he winked at her and brushed his thumb across her knuckles, “but you’re one of my best friends too.”

“Have we made things better or worse?” Y/N asked quietly, looking between both of the boys.

“I’m not quite sure yet,” Omjnis chuckled and shook his head.

“Imelda and Poppy would have a field day with this,” Y/N let go of both of their hands and wrapped her arms around her waist. “I can’t believe they were right,” she groaned and ran a hand through her hair.

“Hold on. You’ve spoken to Reyes and Sweeting about us?” Sebastian asked.

“Not technically,” Y/N grimaced and Sebastian watched as that beautiful blush rose to her cheeks again. “They’ve just been telling me for a while that you both have feelings for me.” She decided to keep to herself that Poppy was firmly on Team Sebastian while Imelda was Team Ominis, although it would have been wildly entertaining to watch Sebastian protest that Imelda was only Team Ominis so she could stand against him. “They keep pressing me to pick one of you.”

“Does that mean you have thought of one of us?” Sebastian asked. Y/N narrowed her eyes at him playfully and nudged his shoulder.

“Thought about strangling you, maybe,” she teased. They all shared a quiet laugh before Y/N looked between them thoughtfully. “In the spirit of honesty I should probably tell you guys I lied.”

“You don’t say,” Ominis gave her a sly smile.

“I don’t know about you, Ominis, but I’m appalled.”

“Alright you two,” she rolled her eyes at their behaviour, “don’t make me regret saying anything.”

“I mean, technically you haven’t said anything yet.”

“Yes, care to enlighten the class on your abhorrent behaviour?”

“Well, I was going to tell you which one of you I’ve thought about but now I might just leave you both hanging.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Wouldn’t I?” Y/N asked innocently. The boys both let out quiet groans at her mocking tone and Y/N laughed quietly as they simultaneously ran their hands through their hair. She looked between the pair, from Ominis and his now dishevelled appearance to Sebastian as offered her a soft smile when she caught his eye. “I’ve thought about both of you.”

“What?”

“You have?”

“I mean,” her face burned as they both turned to her with surprised expressions, “physical attributes aside, you’re both two of the best people I have ever met in my life - before and after Hogwarts. My life quite literally would not be the same without either of you in it and that makes all of this so much harder. I don’t want to lose either of you because of this.”

“You won’t lose us, love.” Ominis reached in her direction, his fingers running down her arm until he could take her hand again. “No matter what we decide - what you decide - we’ll still be right here. Right, Sebastian?”

“Right.” Sebastian took Y/N’s other hand and kissed her knuckles gently. “You’re stuck with us for life, darling. You won’t be getting rid of us that easily.”

“I don’t want to come between you two either.”

“You won’t,” Sebastian reassured her. “Ominis said to me earlier that it might hurt for a while if you pick the other, but all he wants is for you to be happy, and he’s right. We’re both grown men, we’ll get over it. You could pick neither of us and we would respect that and move on. We just want you to be happy - to have a chance to be the person who makes you happy.”

“I don’t…I don’t know how to decide though.” Y/N pulled both of her hands out of theirs again and took a couple of steps back until she could lean against one of the pillars in the room. “This isn’t exactly something we can flip a coin on.”

“I do have an idea,” Ominis offered, his face flushing slightly. “It’s a very Sebastian one though.”

“I don’t know what it is and I’m already offended.” Sebastian nudged Ominis gently, who just grinned and nudged him back.

“What is it?” Y/N asked apprehensively.

“You could always kiss us?” he muttered, his face burning as he said the words aloud. Y/N felt her own face flame as she processed his words and blinked a few times in surprise. Sebastian looked just as shocked at his friend’s idea (and a little disgruntled that he hadn’t thought of it first).

“I - both of you?”

“It’s not the worst idea,” Sebastian said slowly, “and it wouldn’t be at the same time.” He chuckled to try and ease the tension in the room and tried not to sound too excited at the prospect of kissing the girl he had been completely enamoured by for the better part of two years.

“And only if you wanted to,” Ominis added quickly. He looked down at the floor and willed the cool air of the Undercroft to get rid of the blush he knew was on his face.

“It sounds highly inappropriate.”

“No one would ever have to know,” Sebastian assured her. He stuck his hands in his pockets to try and fight the urge to take her into his arms to try and quell the anxiety she was feeling. “Again, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

“I…” Y/N broke off and looked between them both again as she chewed thoughtfully on her lower lip. A part of her had wondered what it would be like to kiss them both, although she never thought it would be like this. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Do you want me to take it back?” she raised an eyebrow at Ominis, who seemed to have turned a permanent shade of red.

“I don’t want you to feel pressured into this. Especially if this will be your first kiss.”

“Who said it was?”

“What?”

“Who?”

“I don’t kiss and tell,” Y/N shrugged, a coy smile on her face. “How are we going to do this?”

“That depends; who would you like first?”

“I’m not picking which one of you kisses me first.” Y/N rolled her eyes and leant back against the pillar for support. “Flip a coin for all I care.” She watched as Sebastian dug into his pockets and pulled a sickle out, his shoulders tight with tension. Y/N couldn’t tell if it was because of the situation they had found themselves in, or because he was desperate to go first. “I do need to add for the sake of my sanity, whoever goes second needs to leave while this happens. I’m not having either of you watch like a hawk while I kiss the other.”

“I mean, technically I can’t watch, but if it makes you feel better.” Ominis shrugged, a small smile on his face as he heard Y/N laugh quietly.

“You call it then, Ominis,” Sebastian flipped the coin in the air and caught it before covering it with his other hand.

“Heads.” Sebastian uncovered the coin and Y/N could have sworn none of them were breathing as he took a look at which way the coin landed.

“Heads.” He looked between Ominis and Y/N and took a deep breath before sticking the coin, and his hands, into his pockets. “How long do I…?”

“Fifteen minutes?” Y/N suggested.

“Fifteen minutes?”

“Want me to make it thirty?”

“I’ll take a lap and see you both in fifteen,” Sebastian nodded and left the room quickly, sending Y/N a grin as she laughed at his reaction. The gate for the Undercroft echoed loudly as it slid shut behind him, leaving Y/N and Ominis on their own. She felt her stomach flutter nervously as he walked slowly over to her, his wand pulsing to lead him in the right direction.

“You don’t have to do this, you know?” Ominis murmured as he stopped in front of her.

“I know. I just…” Y/N took a deep breath to try and fight the anxiety simmering in her veins and turned her head to look up at Ominis. “You both mean everything to me; this isn’t a bad idea. It’s the quickest way for me - for all of us - to work this out.”

“We could always raid Sharp’s potion store for some Amortentia and see what you smell.”

“I already know what I smell,” Y/N muttered shyly. Ominis gently reached for her arm and trailed his fingers up her shoulder and neck until he was cupping her jaw. “You both wear cologne that is too distinctive.”

“So, back to Plan A?”

“Plan A,” Y/N nodded and placed her hand on Ominis’ chest, right over his thundering heart. “Nervous?”

“Just a little,” Ominis admitted.

“You know this works both ways, right? You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to either.”

“My love, without sounding too brash, there is nothing else I would rather be doing.” Ominis met her halfway, his lips brushing over hers gently. Y/N felt her breath get caught in her throat as she kissed him back softly and slipped both of her hands up his chest to rest on the back of his neck. Ominis wrapped an arm around her waist to pull her closer, his movements unhurried as he kissed her sweetly. He was kissing her as if this would be the first and last time and he wanted to take his time to savour and commit it to memory. He pulled away too soon for her liking and placed his forehead on hers as he caught his breath.

“I need you to know that you mean everything to me, too,” he muttered. “I don’t care if you pick Sebastian after this, you will always be my closest friend, and I will never let this come between us.”

“Ominis…”

“You don’t need to say anything, love,” he pressed his lips to hers again, his hands tightening on her waist as she wound her fingers into his hair. He let a small noise slip as she tugged at his hair gently and Y/N couldn’t help but repeat her actions to draw it from him again. “Vixen,” he groaned and rest his head on her shoulder.

“I’m not sure what you mean,” Y/N ran a hand down his back and pressed a kiss to the side of his head. “I quite like this dishevelled look on you.”

“I quite like you,” Ominis replied, placing a chaste peck on her neck. Y/N stilled at the sudden action and tilted her head unconsciously to grant him more access.

“Ominis,” Y/N bit back a moan as he pressed his lips to the pulse point on the crook of her neck. He kissed the spot again, a little more firmly this time, and let his lips linger there as Y/N tightened the grip on his hair.

“Your heart is racing,” he muttered against her skin.

“It’s entirely your fault.” He grinned at her words and slowly ran his hands up her sides until his fingers were tracing the features on her face with a look of pure concentration. “What are you doing?”

“Seeing you.”

“How does it work?”

“A lot of imagination and practice.” The corner of his mouth twitched as he ran his fingers over her cheekbones. “Sebastian was right, you are stunning.”

“So are you,” she replied shyly. The sound of the gates for the Undercroft made them reluctantly pull apart, although Ominis’ hand lingered on her jaw gently as he stepped away. Sebastian came into view, his gaze going to how close they were standing. Something akin to jealousy flashed behind his eyes, but he shook his head and plastered a charming smile on his features as he neared the pair.

“Well, you certainly look like you enjoyed yourself, Ominis.” He reached out and ruffled his friend’s hair playfully. Ominis swatted his hands away with a mock glare and began to brush his hair back into its usual slicked back style.

“I guess it’s my turn.” He squeezed Y/N’s hand gently before making his way out of the Undercroft, the gate sliding shut behind him.

“Dare I ask how that went?” Sebastian asked quietly.

“Do you really want to know?”

“No, not particularly.” Sebastian hooked his thumb under Y/N’s chin and tilted her head up so she could meet his gaze. “I guess the downside to going second is Ominis has already told you that we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to?”

“He did.”

“Did he tell you how beautiful you are before he kissed you?”

“He did after.”

“Well, while I wish I could’ve said it all first, you should know that you’re breathtaking.” Sebastian leant in and gave her a soft, sweet kiss. “I’m head over heels for you, darling.” He muttered before pressing his lips back to hers. The second kiss was more frantic, his lips moving desperately against hers as he caged her against the wall. Where Ominis was trying to savour the moment, Sebastian kissed her with a fierceness that lit all of her nerves on fire. Y/N was aware of every part of his body that was pressed against hers as he tugged her lower lip between his teeth gently and couldn’t help but to let out a low groan.

“Seb.”

“I’m here,” he pulled her tighter against him, his skin searing hers where they touched. Kissing Ominis made her feel warm inside, like climbing into a hot bath after a cold day, or sipping on a glass of firewhiskey. Sebastian, on the other hand, made every nerve ending feel electrified as he held her close. Y/N could feel the fireworks Poppy had once mentioned from a book of hers. Y/N found herself losing track of the time as Sebastian’s movements slowed, his kiss losing some of its desperation in favour of leaving her breathless.

It wasn’t until she heard the gate for the Undercroft slide open that she jumped, pushing him away from her reluctantly as Ominis came back into the room. He seemed to pick up on the tension in the air as Y/N smoothed her hair and Sebastian fixed his tie, both of their faces bright red. The three of them stood in an awkward silence, none of them knowing how to continue through the uncharted territory they had stepped into.

“So…” Y/N rocked back on her heels nervously and shot Sebastian a glare as he started to chuckle. “Shut up, Sallow.” He raised his hands in mock defeat, his eyes darkening as they roamed over her swollen lips and rumpled uniform. Y/N felt her blood boil at the gaze and quickly turned away from him. “I think I need some time to think.”

“Take all the time you need,” Ominis nodded slowly, oblivious to the scowl Sebastian shot her. He clearly didn’t believe that she needed time to think this over, to decide which one of them she was going to pick - if any.

“I’m pretty sure you’ve already decided for yourself.”

“No, I haven’t, I just…I just need a little time,” Y/N lied. She turned and started to make her way out of the Undercroft before they could question her further, ignoring them both as they called her name as the gate slid shut on her retreating figure.

*~*~*~*~*

Y/N had managed to successfully avoid both Sebastian and Ominis in the days that followed - a task that wasn’t the easiest, considering they were all in the same house. Luckily for her, boys were not allowed in the girls’ dorms, so Y/N had taken to hiding out in her rooms as soon as classes were over. Imelda and Poppy didn’t know exactly what had happened in the Undercroft, but had managed to piece together that both of the boys had admitted to having feelings for her. Needless to say, Imelda wasn’t too pleased at Y/N hiding out to avoid speaking to them but she still glowered protectively if either of them walked a little too close to her.

“How much longer do we have to watch you snivelling like a Gryffindor?” Imelda asked nonchalantly as she polished her broom.

“Imelda! We said we would be thoughtful about this,” Poppy gave the Scottish witch a reproachful look before turning to offer Y/N an apologetic smile.

“Actually that was pretty nice for Reyes,” Y/N rolled her eyes and plucked at a few blades of grass. “I expected her to tell me at least a Gryffindor would be brave enough to face this head on.”

“Your words, not mine,” Imelda offered her a saccharine smile and laughed as Y/N flicked grass in her direction. “Look, we all know you’ve made your decision. Why can’t you just go tell them?”

“It’s not exactly easy telling one of my best friends I like the other better.”

“Sure it is. I tell Poppy I like her better than you all the time.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re a coward.”

“Didn’t they say they wouldn’t hold it against you?” Poppy cut in, trying to keep the peace between the two Slytherin girls. “They’ve both already prepared for the worst, Y/N.”

“I agree, if anything you’re just dragging out their misery.”

“That’s not what I meant, Imelda!” Poppy turned to her with a frown. Imelda laughed at the horrified expression on her face and reached out to pat her hand.

“No, but it’s the kick Y/N needed to get moving, isn’t it, Y/L/N?”

“…yes,” Y/N groaned and stood up, brushing the grass from her robes before she bid her friends goodbye and walked away in search of one of the boys.

“Five galleons says she’s picked Ominis?”

“Imelda.” Poppy shook her head, but there was a smile playing on her face. “Make it ten, and my money is on Sebastian.”

“Deal.”

Sebastian's Ending

Ominis' Ending

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milunalupin · 2 months ago

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hello !! I just found your page, and your work is very good! If you’re willing to, I thought I would ask if you could write an Ominis x FMC piece where the FMC is actually a major fan of history and tends to go on a hyperfixiated rant whenever she’s asked about it, but seeing how many people don’t care for the subject, especially Ominis, she feels embarrassed and stops midway. With that, maybe you could incorporate ominis comforting her? or possibly him trying to seem engrossed in the subject to impress her?

thank you for your request, i hope you like it ! :)

— mon amour, mon ami

ominis gaunt x reader ★ 535 words

If you asked any of the students at Hogwarts, they would say that History of Magic was their least favorite class. That would be because of Professor Binns, whose constant droning on did nothing but put the class to sleep. A midday lesson would keep you drowsy for the rest of the day. Not that History of Magic was a particularly boring subject, but the professor enjoyed talking about his own past too much to really learn anything.

You were the exception.

Despite doing quite well academically, even Ominis couldn't fight against the way his eyes fell shut during the ghost professor's draining lectures. He doesn't understand how you can stay bright eyed and upright during them.

"Tell Sebastian he should be more careful. Him and that friend of his have been in the Hospital Wing more times than I can count. They're one dragon claw away from getting sent to St. Mungo's." you had told him one day, sitting side by side in the Transfiguration Courtyard. "Speaking of, they should be careful with dragons, in general. We just learned about Dragon Pox you see, and Professor Binns said..."

Ominis smiled to himself, wondering how you could work on your Divination essay, the Arithmancy extra credit work, and in the nicest way possible, prattle on about your History of Magic lesson.

If it was your lovely voice speaking to him, perhaps the dangers of Peruvian Vipertooths and ancient illnesses would interest him more.

Ominis kept rubbing his eyes, having stayed up last night studying. He didn't make it to breakfast that morning, needing to sleep in, so you were catching him up on Sebastian's latest adventure. The dumb sod tried to clear a whole mountain troll den on his own, his plans on finding a rare plant having failed. This woke him up, he could put his newly acquired knowledge to use.

"You know what else failed?" Ominis piped up, switching his wand between his clammy hands, "The Werewolf Code of Conduct that was developed in 1637. It's a shame that no one felt safe enough to reveal themselves as werewolves and sign it."

"Very true. You know, my cousin knew a girl whose uncle was a werewolf and- hey-" you brows knitted together, turning "How did you know?"

"Last week's lesson."

"Obviously it was last weeks lesson, but you hate History of Magic!"

He chuckled nervously, "It's been growing on me."

"Ominis that's wonderful!" you gasped, both hands coming to hold onto his arm. "You know, I was talking to Professor Binns the other day and we're going to have a project on wandlore in a few weeks. We could partner up and get started on it early!"

His heart rate picked up as you squeezed his arm with excitement, nodding in agreement because he could never say no to you.

"Perfect! I was thinking we could go to Ollivander's and ask for some samples of the different types of wand wood. I also already started researching wand wilting, and Stella from Potions said she'd let me take a look at hers since it's hazel wood! Did you know..."

No, he laughed inwardly. Ominis had no idea about what you were rambling on about.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy x reader #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x reader

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pressureplus · 3 months ago

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Ok ok hear me out.. what if, you did a part two of “Reflection” but the reader finally gets to read Sebastian’s document? And kinda sees how similar they look. It’s kinda dumb because it wouldn’t really much to write about but it’s just a thought 😭

No no, don't apologize. I can work with anything as long as its got 1 sentence or three descriptive words and a vibe! I can easily make you a part two!

Doppelganger

Pairing: Sebastian Solace x Fem!Reader

Au: Classic

Warnings: N/A

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At last you purchased that damn document of his. It had sat on his desk almost teasingly out of your hands. A previous attempt to grab it had ended with his hand pressed over the classified file and a smile. His words spoken slow, as though you were stupid, as he explained that you certainly didn’t have enough for that. Now you could finally touch it all you want. A part of you was feeling a bit sassy when you snatched it right off his desk proudly. The thousand data pieces you just sold to him being shuffled away. You ignored that, for the most part, more focused on finally getting your hands around the classified information you’d been curious about. Finally popping open the file to see what it is he’s been leaving on his desk, you’re met with tons of information. A few pictures falling out that you don’t quite manage to catch.

You ignore them, taking a seat in Sebastian’s shop as he moves around the room, shuffling different pieces of paperwork and chips into places. His hands reaching up for the vents above his head and tugging out a few spare pieces of equipment. You can hear him opening the packs her wanders around with, attaching things to the straps around his body. You choose to ignore that for now. Instead choosing to read the file in front of you. Your eyes scan over the first line, catching onto three things at once. His technical experiment name, his codename, and finally his legal name. Your eyes scanned each individual word quietly. The shuffling in the background not particularly drawing any of your attention. There’s that shoot to kill statement you’ve heard a thousand times before. You’re starting to understand why he’s so aggressive. You’d be pretty pissed too if you were an experiment gone wrong, especially if you hadn’t even done the crime you were accused of.

At last you shut the file, eyes being drawn back to the images now laying on the ground. You scoop them both up. In your hands is an image of current Sebastian, larger and aggressive. He looks damn near ready to shoot the camera. On the other image…you. No wait, not you? His jawline is a bit sharper and he’s got a scar on his face but he looks so much like you. Honestly, it’s a bit shaking. A mugshot that isn’t yours but looks so much like you. The more you stare at it the more begins to make sense to you. The dots connecting on why his reaction to your face was so aggressive. Why he tends to almost stare a little too long. You thought it was because he found you ugly, or because he was trying to grieve the death of a loved one. In some ways, you suppose, he is. He’ll never have this face again. He’ll never be able to see himself properly in the mirror and he certainly wasn’t the innocent man accused of a crime he didn’t commit anymore. How many people had he killed trying to get what was necessary to escape? How human was he anymore, without his face, without his body. Was it human desperation, or animal?

“You never told me you were so pretty.” You joke as Sebastian jolts. It seems he’d gotten so wrapped up in adjusting things that he hadn’t even realized you were still in here. His eyes flick from your face down to your hands. You turn the picture of him around, pointing at it. This only seems to make him mildly uncomfortable as he looks away with a huff.

“Could you not have opened that anywhere else?”

“Sorry…it’s just…you really are handsome.”

“I was, I guess. That was a long time ago now quite obviously.” He slithers closer, scooping up his file and taking the pictures back. He’s careful to push them back into the titled document before shutting it. Then and only then does he hand the folder back to you.

“You still are, maybe you look a little different now, but you’re still very pretty.”

“That’s not a funny thing to joke about.”

“I’m being serious, Sebastian. You’re pretty with or without a human face. Even if this one isn’t really ideal…I still think you look great.”

“Easy for you to say, you’ve still got yours intact.”

“If it’s too painful to look at, I can fix that by wearing my helmet all the time? I just want you to be comfortable. I want you to know that even if you’re not human anymore that doesn’t make you…a monster.” He hesitates, the words sinking into his skin. He’s quiet for a good while before sighing. His hand coming up to his face to drag downward, a display of his exhaustion.

“Just…get out. Take your folder, your batteries, and go back to getting that crystal.”

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kaidynsarell · 18 days ago

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Sebastian Sallow and the Day his Daughter Abused her Library Privleges.

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Pairings: Sebastian Sallow x Female OC, Female OC x Male OC.

Rating: Sexual content is referenced/implied

Tags: Seb is smart but also kind of dumb, cannot compute his child growing up, dating and *gasp* Book Violence (Seb insisted on that last one)

The full fic can be found below(5k words)

One shot (unless the gremlins force me to add more. I am at their mercy😅)

The “rug” had been yanked out from under Sebastian approximately three times in a matter of a few minutes. Each displacement worse than the last, and only compounded by the growing smirks plastered across both his wife’s and sister's faces. They'd not even done him the decency of trying to hide their satisfaction. Even Ominis had failed to stifle his mirth and now sat attempting to suppress waves of silent giggles Sebastian knew only too well came at his own expense.

The whole terrible ordeal had started only fifteen minutes prior when he’d Floo’d back home from his office at Hogwarts.

The position of Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor had come as a surprising offer nearly eight years prior.

Dinah had been stepping down from the post and had, to Sebastian’s surprise, felt he would be the most suited for the position. He'd almost wanted to decline it, given his own dalliances with the Dark Arts.

Really, he'd thought, he was the furthest thing from appropriate for that job.

If only they'd truly known the history he'd left behind in that catacomb. He couldn’t imagine any of them would be singing his praises if they caught a glimpse of the marks he’d raked through his soul. But his wife had always had this uncanny way of reminding him, convincing him really, that he was a better person than he gave himself credit for.

That, and she’d never been terribly infatuated with the secrecy required by his work with the Department of Mysteries. The “Unspeakable” job title came with about as much useful information outside of the department as the title offered, which is to say, nothing.

So, with his wife's less than secretive encouragement, he’d left his work with the Ministry and set foot in Hogwarts to assist his former DADA Professor for the remainder of that school year.

He’d have been lying if he'd said he’d never thought of teaching before. That he'd not nearly written that as one of his interests on his Career Advice form in his Fifth year and imagined the slight possibility of following in his parent’s footsteps.

Though, that particular thought had twisted in a far more vulnerable place than he ever cared to admit to.

Months later, the 1st of September had seen his official first day as the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor and his eleven-year-old daughter's first day as a student.

He'd watched her small frame perch on that stool at the center of the stage that day, her legs still too short to reach the ground as the sorting hat slid over her eyes and called out the name of his old house.

He'd known his Love would call him too sentimental when he blinked away tears as he'd watched his little girl with the wavy brown hair and the freckles that so matched his own hop down from the stool and scamper away to the Slytherin table without so much as a backward glance at him.

Professor Weasley had looked at him from down the staff table a little too long then, and he'd quickly swallowed several gulps of pumpkin juice in what he'd hoped was a convincing enough display to not let anyone think he'd just been crying over what was still his baby girl being sorted.

He'd deny it in any case.

Had it not been just yesterday, she'd been two years old and babbling incoherently while he balanced her on his shoulders?

Surely, she'd not actually been eleven yet.

Then, she'd joined the Slytherin Quidditch team as a Chaser in her third year, and his apprehension had tangled so closely with his pride it had been impossible to separate them. Each match had been met with both white-knuckled fear she'd be hurt and joy in seeing how she lit up with each goal she maneuvered past the Keeper.

Until the last game of that season had Slytherin facing Ravenclaw for the house cup.

He'd only just seen the Bludger before it hit her.

She'd not seen it at all, and there'd only been the collective gasp of the crowd as she'd crumpled the last twenty feet to the pitch below.

He would have bet galleons apparition couldn’t have moved him faster that day as he'd scooped her limp, unmoving form into his arms and carried her back to the Hospital Wing, ignoring the shouts of his wife and Nurse Blainey alike.

Hours later, she'd still not opened her eyes, and even the Hogwarts Matron’s reassurances that it was most likely due to the myriad of healing and calming spells placed over her had done nothing to stop the path he'd worn into the stone with the ferocity of his pacing.

She'd looked far too small and pale lying there.

Too much like...

But he'd shoved that particular thought away.

It had taken Anne, Ominis, and the witch he'd fallen for at sixteen to calm him enough to be convinced not to send his daughter to Saint Mungo's for further treatment.

"You need rest, Sebastian," his wife had said when she'd glanced up for what must have been the umpteenth time from her place in the squashy armchair she’d conjured beside their daughter’s bed to find him pacing again, book in hand. "You heard Nurse Blainey. It's a common Quidditch injury. She'll be good as new by morning."

Sebastian had only muttered a halfhearted acknowledgment before her fingers pulled through his, and she’d tugged him over to where their thirteen-year-old slept.

“This isn't like Anne, Seb.” She’d whispered so low he could just feel her breath along his cheek. “Little One is going to be okay. Her body just needs to rest.”

“I know that.” He had; it had done nothing to stop the icy lump forming in the pit of his stomach.

Somehow, he'd let her convince him to return to the large armchair. He’d pulled the woman down on top of him and buried his face into her neck.

Still, sleep never truly found him that night, and if his wife’s much too quiet breaths had been any indication, she'd slept about as well as he had.

Hadn't it only been a few days ago their daughter had turned seven and opened her first real broom--not one of those that skimmed a foot or so off the ground—but one slightly smaller than regulation that soared high into the tree tops? They’d spent hours above the back garden that day tossing an old Quaffle back and forth until the sun saw its last gold fade to ruby along the distant peaks and vanished below the skyline.

When she’d woken in the Hospital Wing the following day, the freckled girl had barely opened her eyes before asking about the match’s results. When Sebastian had gently suggested she might drop Quidditch to prevent further head injuries or, Merlin forbid, save her father a few sleepless nights, she'd looked so affronted one might have thought he'd asked her to kick a niffler.

Only two years ago had seen her sit her O.W.L.S and her career advice meeting.

With Aesop having retired at the end of the previous year, Sebastian had taken over as Head of Slytherin and sat with his little girl, for she would always be his little girl, while she'd prattled on about a list of careers she’d taken an interest in.

An Auror

A Curse Breaker

(And he’d made a mental note to have words with Poppy Sweeting, for this was clearly his daughter’s top choice for a career, and only the former ferocious little Magizoologist could have been behind this particular suggestion) A Magizoologist specializing in Dragons.

When Sebastian had dared offer the suggestion she might work for the Wizengamot or as an Archivist or study something as benign as Kneazles rather than Dragons or aim for a career with even a modicum of safety involved, the then fifteen-year-old had wrinkled her nose at him in that same way her mother always did.

"Ugh! Those are all boooorrring, Dad. I want to work with dragons."

"Absolutely not."

"But Mum and Aunt Poppy helped release a dragon from a poacher camp and returned its egg, and they were the same age as me.”

Sebastian had run a hand over face. "That was different."

That was when she'd settled back into her chair, folded her arms across her chest, and scowled at him in that way that reminded him too much of Anne, of himself if he were very honest about it. "I don't really see how."

She was more stubborn than both he and her mother combined, and Merlin help him; he'd be entirely grey before he was forty.

Hadn't she just been nine years old and still small enough to demand bedtime stories? Where had the time gone when she'd been satiated by the retelling of his and her mother’s adventures? Now, she craved adventure of her own, and he'd known he'd be a hypocrite if he stood too much in her way.

Still, the past fifteen minutes spent in the comfort of his own sitting room might have thrown him more than anything else he'd faced in the past seventeen years.

His first clue something was amiss had come only minutes before he'd taken the Floo home.

It wasn't often his daughter accompanied him back to their house in the evenings, but perks of having a parent as a professor, would occasionally return home with him once a month or so for ‘family weekends’. Sebastian would deny it if anyone suggested having his little girl home for the weekend was more for his own sanity than any amount of homesickness his daughter might have had.

Though, rather than finding her waiting for him in his office that day as he so often did, he'd found the room empty, and even a few minutes of waiting had not procured her.

It wasn’t terribly alarming. It wouldn’t even have been the first time she'd snuck home before him, ready to pounce out when he arrived home with some prank or another.

But when he’d stepped through the fireplace, she'd not been there either.

Anne, Ominis, and his wife had all been there, sitting in the living room. But there'd been no sign of his daughter.

He'd waited, still dusty from the fireplace, ready for whatever prank he was certain Anne was already in on, given the barely contained smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.

He must have stood there a beat too long because his wife had tilted her head at him. "She's not coming home this weekend, Seb. Matilda’s just written. She's gotten detention for sneaking into the restricted section and for being out of bed after curfew last night."

Sebastian blinked but made no move to sit. It might have been a point of pride for him—the idea of his child sneaking off to obtain restricted knowledge— had he not already permitted her what amounted to nearly unlimited access to the Library anyway.

To any Library, really.

"But she doesn’t need to sneak into the restricted section." Judging by the looks on everyone’s faces, there was something he was missing, but whatever was had been proving frustratingly elusive. "She knows I'll write notes for whatever book she wants out of there."

That had been the deal they'd agreed to from the very first day their daughter had stepped foot into that school. Sebastian would sign for whatever book she wanted from the Restricted Section, so long as she kept him updated on what she was reading and, depending on the text, read the book at home or in his office where either he or her mother could keep supervision.

He’d never been one to limit his child’s knowledge.

Perhaps he'd taken that from his parents as well.

If his daughter had wanted to sneak anywhere, there were a plethora of other off-limits areas she could find. But the Library? That didn’t make sense.

Anne had giggled behind her hand. “She wasn't alone. She got caught there with a boy."

"What does she need a boy in the Restricted Section for?"

If his twin had meant to offer an explanation, she'd done nothing more than confuse him further.

His wife sighed. "I don't imagine they were there to study, Dear. Not books, in any case."

That had earned another round of barely contained giggles, and still, they'd all sat there looking at him like he was the butt of some great cosmic joke. Waiting for him to get it, but none of the information formed a logical conclusion. Even glancing at his twin had offered little in the way of answers, and he’d generally have been able to read her better than anyone.

"And here I thought you were supposed to be intelligent, Sallow." Ominis quipped from the place he'd perched next to Anne. “They let you teach? Merlin help the children."

That was when the pieces had snapped together.

"What?! No?!" He’d hated how high his voice had climbed and how much further it climbed as he’d held his hand out at his daughter's height, just about the height of his waist. “But…but she's only—"

Anne snorted. "Sebastian, she hasn't been that tall since she was about ten."

That was when he'd made his most devastating mistake. "Who?"

"I'm not certain it matters right now," His wife had started.

Sebastian whirled around. “It does if he's snogging our daughter."

"I think you mispronounced shagging" Anne chirped.

Sebastian had made an embarrassing, strangled, screeching sort of noise then.

Images had flooded behind his eyes of his little girl crowded against a bookshelf by some faceless man pressing lips against her neck in the throes of passion. Precious tomes toppled from their shelves; spines splayed unnaturally, pages creased. The faceless man's hands maneuvering into places Sebastian had never intended to let anyone near. Ever.

He’d be having nightmares for months.

"Who?" This had now become vitally important information. He needed to know whose fingers he would be breaking.

"Oh, he's sweet.” His wife had chirped. "He's one of your favorite students, you told me so just the other week—"

Sebastian had quickly run through a list of his students and immediately decided not one of them was worthy of his little girl. Not that anyone ever would be.

Really, now that he thought of it, touching his daughter should be tantamount to a life sentence in Azkaban. Did Onai still sit on the Wizengamot? Perhaps he could get it written into law.

"--Oliver Weasley."

"WEASLEY!?!?" His voice had climbed octaves into a territory that could only be described as screeching, but Sebastian had long since stopped caring.

His fingers had clutched around his wand so tightly it might have snapped had his wife not leaned forward and pulled it from his grip. Years since he'd used dark magic against another person, and fifteen minutes had him itching for unforgivables.

"Oh, aren't they adorable?" Anne, this time, and Sebastian had snapped his gaze to his twin. "You know, Poppy says they've been spending quite a lot of time together since she partnered them on that assignment with the Dirwicals a few months ago. That must have been when they started courting."

"Months!" It came out as a squeak. “This has been going on for months?!"

Make that the fourth rug.

He may as well stay on his ass while he was down here.

><><><><

The night was for stillness. Those quiet moments whispered between shooting stars or, in Sebastian's case, breathed against his wife’s hair as she sprawled across him. Her skin bare and tacky in the early summer heat against his own, her fingers tracing constellations between the freckles on his chest.

He tipped his head down to her again and brushed his nose against those soft strands still clinging to the scents of citrus and wildflowers. "Why didn't she tell me?"

"mmm?" The witch tipped her nose up to him.

"Why didn't she tell me she was seeing Weasley? I thought she told me everything." He'd whispered that last bit so quietly a part of him hoped she hadn't heard.

But the woman in his arms just slid her hand up his neck and into the short beard he'd kept for the past seven years. "Because she knows how much you worry, Seb.”

"I don't worry that much."

It was the second time she'd laughed at him that day.

"You stayed home from work for a week and threatened to send her to St. Mungo's when she had the flu last year."

"It was a bad case,” he muttered. Cool fingers stayed against his cheek. He closed his eyes and pushed his face against them. "What if Weasley’s pressuring her into things?"

"I really don't think he is.”

Sebastian scrunched his face at that. “How can you be sure?"

Another hand in his hair, and he thought he might melt into the mattress. "Because you've shown her how she deserves to be treated, Sebastian."

He wasn't prepared for his wife to be hovering over him when he blinked his eyes open again. Nor was he ready for her lips against his jaw

"Besides," she continued, “she's as brilliant and quick with a wand as you are, and I’ve already talked to her about it.” He was already brimming with a retort when his Love placed a single delicate finger over his half-parted lips. “Trust her.”

"She's still not old enough." It seemed the only thing he could manage.

"Sebastian," another trill of laughter, "She'll be eighteen next month, and she and Oliver will both have left school. We weren't so much older than them when we got engaged."

And that sent images of white dresses and vows and his little girl’s fingers on his arm as he walked her toward a tall redhead at the other end of a long aisle racing behind his eyelids.

And that

that.

He was not prepared for.

He wasn't sure he ever would be.

It was enough to pull his Love back against him and bury his face against her hair again. "She wasn't ever supposed to grow up."

He'd deny it if anyone said his voice broke.

><><><><

Now that he was aware of his daughter's relationship, he saw evidence of it in too many places. He'd curse himself for not noticing before, or maybe they'd just stopped being as secretive about it.

His daughter and Weasley holding hands in the corridors. His daughter and Weasley sitting together at meals. The two of them leaning over the same book in the library, Weasley attending all of her Quidditch practices. The both of them in the Astronomy tower, wrapped in blankets and sipping hot chocolate after curfew.

That last encounter had earned him such a ferocious glare from his daughter Sebastian was convinced she’d been trying to shoot fire from her eyes. His wife had floo'd into his office an hour later to drag him back home and demand that he ‘stop following them around.’ Whatever arguments he’d prepared about Weasely’s egregious crime of keeping their daughter out after hours had been brushed aside as she’d informed him the aforementioned would be joining them for dinner that coming Saturday.

Weasley.

His wife had been right. Oliver was ,surprisingly, one of Sebastian’s most gifted students. Where his father may have shone as a potions prodigy in their youth, Garreth's son had a remarkable talent and understanding of defensive magic. There was a natural cadence to his dueling Sebastian had seldom seen, and the creativity of his spell combinations had been nearly unmatched that year.

Sebastian, as much as it now pained him to admit to himself, had liked the boy.

Had being the operative word.

That was before Weasley had started running hands over his little girl.

><><><><

Saturday evening rolled around to slap him across the face before he’d managed to find a proper excuse to keep the young Weasley out of his house.

Sebastian had not missed how his wife had tugged his wand from his grip when he'd stepped out of the fireplace. Nor did he miss the conveniently rounded cutlery with their meal. A hearty beef stew with chunks of a thick golden bread she’d already sliced

No need for any sharp objects at the dinner table.

Pity.

Still, Sebastian prided himself on keeping his emotions level throughout the entire meal, even if it was partially owed to his wife digging her fingers into his knee with every twitch of his jaw.

Despite all of it, Weasley had been perfectly polite and respectful. Perhaps that irritated Sebastian more as it gave him less space to cling to his newfound dislike of the boy.

Weasley had held the door for his daughter and offered his arm over the doorstep. He'd dressed practically enough not to over-emphasize his pureblood origins–not that the Weasleys were known for holding quite the same ideologies–but intentionally enough to show he'd taken the dinner seriously. He'd brought flowers for Sebastian’s wife and complimented her cooking. He’d pulled out his little girl's chair but otherwise kept his hands a respectful distance from her. He'd kept engaging conversation throughout the entire ordeal.

And why couldn't the bloke mess up just once so Sebastian could have an excuse to scream at him?

And then,

and this might have been the worst of all.

When they’d all finished their meals and retired to the sitting room for a drink, Weasley made his daughter laugh.

Not the small polite flutter through her nose he would recognize had she been trying to be nice, but hysterics that had the both of them snorting and doubled over, clutching their bellies.

Laughter genuine enough, his daughter had forgotten all pretenses of decorum and dipped her head against the boy's shoulder.

Then Oliver had looked at her.

In that gentle way, Sebastian recognized all too well, like he might have found poetry written across his daughter's skin.

And Sebastian was not ready.

Not for anyone to look at his little girl like that.

He couldn't remember what excuse he muttered when he left the rest of them in the sitting room and climbed the stairs to the small balcony just off the Study.

><><><><

The summer night was calm. Long faded past the last remnants of sunset and jeweled with the wide expanse of starlight.

Sebastian had already downed the rest of whatever amber-colored liquid his wife had poured into his glass and leaned his arms against the wooden railing. Still, even the delightful tilting buzz did nothing to distract from the patter of footsteps behind him.

"Professor?...I mean..Sir?"

Could he not have a moment's peace?

"What do you want, Weasley?"

He'd be lying if he said he'd not taken some satisfaction in how the young Weasley had flinched at his brusque response. Maybe Sebastian was still at least a little intimidating.

Even if he had needed to curl his fingers around the railing, pressed them against the wood until they might have fractured purple across his fingertips to stop his hands from shaking.

"I...well, I'd just hoped to talk to you about your daughter and...um...my intentions with her and—"

"A bit late for that, don't you think." Sebastian snapped.

"I...erm...right–" He heard the boy shuffle his feet a bit, but Sebastian made no move to turn around. He couldn't have in any case with the way he was bracing himself against the railing and fighting the dark spots in his vision. “–We...I mean, I should have insisted we talk to you first and–"

Sebastian slammed his eyes shut and forced himself to breathe. He had to breathe.

“–I apologize for getting her into trouble," the boy continued. "I'd just like you to know that I care for her deeply. She...she's...well, she means quite a lot to me, and I promise I'll—”

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Exhale.

“–and I wanted to formally ask your permission to–”

Fuck.

Not this.

He couldn't do this.

"Not...not right now, Oliver." He was certain he'd muttered something to that effect past the rush of blood in his ears, and still fighting his painfully blurred vision, he shouldered past the young man and back into his study.

><><><><

Sunday greeted late afternoon haze before Sebastian heard his daughter come up behind him.

He'd been given word that morning that she and Weasley would be spending several hours at the coast with his Wife and Anne. With that, Sebastian had suddenly felt the need to blister his hands over copious amounts of physical labor if only for the hope his aching muscles might be an adequate distraction from any thoughts of Weasley or his intentions.

She'd already settled herself on the grass beside him before Sebastian turned from the rose bush he'd been pruning. She hadn't even noticed he'd turned, engrossed as she was in plucking the wild daisies from the grass and stringing them together.

Less than five minutes and dirt had already smudged across her nose. She might have had his chestnut curls and sprinkling of freckles, but she looked so like her mother in every other way.

And that was his little girl

Except she wasn't really so little anymore, was she?

Not with her longer skirts and her hair artfully arranged on top of her head.

When had she started wearing her hair up?

As though he'd somehow given her permission to enter society and invite questions upon him about intentions, and courtings, and permissions. And hadn't she just been six years old and snarking at him because he’d plaited her hair the wrong way?

She twisted another daisy into place. "Oliver said he talked to you last night. Or tried to?"

"He did."

"He said you were angry–"

Sebastian tried not to look too pleased about it. So, the young Weasley had found him intimidating. The confirmation was good, given he'd only just managed to keep himself from collapsing on that balcony..

But Weasley didn't need to know that.

“–You shouldn't be mad at him," she added. "He wanted to talk to you a lot sooner but....but..I...."

Sebastian leaned over. "But what?"

Her fingers twisted against another white flower, but she didn't look at him. "I wanted to be sure he was worth telling you about."

"You know, you could have told me sooner."

A part of him wished she would have.

"Daaadd!" and that was when she looked up, her eyes alight with mirth. "I wasn't going to tell you about every single bloke I decided to–"

"There's been more than one?!" It was far too close to a squeak than anything else, and Sebastian decided his daughter was determined to send him to an early grave.

But when the laughter faded, her hands busied themselves against the little white flowers again. "It....it's different with Oliver, though."

Sebastian sighed. "You really like him, don't you?"

"Yeah, Dad. I really like him."

But her eyes spoke too clearly of another four-letter word, and Merlin help him; his daughter was in love with a fucking Weasley.

Another daisy twisted between her fingers. “He invited me to come with his family to the south of France this summer.”

“Oh?” It was the most noncommittal noise he could muster between clenching his fingers into the grass.

“Because of his dad. They…well, a lot of really good potioneers come out of Beauxbatons, so they travel there sometimes.” She paused a moment, and Sebastian could see the hesitation pinched in the corners of her face. “But I told Oliver I wouldn't go unless he got your permission first and—”

“Sweetheart, It’s not my permission he needs.”

It wasn’t, as much as he was loathed to admit it then.

It never had been.

“I know that it’s just—“

“Do you want to go to France with him?”

“I do!” Her fingers twisted the last white daisy of her crown into place. “But I won’t if you don't think I should.”

Was it that simple? Could he hold to the last of her kite strings? Keep her in this moment where the last of her childhood still clung to the daisies between her fingers and the smudges of dirt over her nose?

“The south of France is beautiful this time of year. You’re going to love it.”

She might have outshone the sun with how brightly she smiled at him.

“But,” Sebastian held up a finger, “ If I so much as think he’s hurt you–”

“Yeah, Dad, I know.” He wasn’t sure she could have rolled her eyes harder at him. “You’re well versed in magics that make the unforgivables look like something out of a children’s story, and there wouldn’t be enough left of the body to find.”

Sebastian couldn’t decide if he should be offended with how bored she sounded or proud she’d recited his threat so thoroughly.

He didn’t have much time to think about it before his daughter popped to her feet, dropped the crown of daisies onto his head, and bent to kiss his cheek.

There was only the softest. “Love you, Daddy”

breathed next to his ear before she was scampering off again.

And that was his little girl.

Always would be.

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