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Cream Filling: Chapter One

Warning: Use of drugs and dubcon.

(MC is dosed with an aphrodisiac and is all too willing... But you know)

This was originally posted on A03 and is my most popular work, so I thought I'd put it here.

I hope you enjoy.

Lightning flashed overhead, lighting up pitch black streets for an instant. Elle Shepard nearly slipped on a horribly placed patch of mud. Windmilling, she caught a streetlight and came to a stop. A crack of thunder made her let go. Another bolt struck, enveloping the buildings and pavement in a brightness that was almost blinding, before a loud boom shook the windows.

Finally, she came upon a neon sign, showing a drink being shaken, then poured into a martini glass. The glass then changed to a coffee mug, the shaker into a pitcher. The words read: Ramses Brew, Bar and Café.

Pushing open the door, Elle stepped inside and pulled down the hood of her raincoat. Closing her umbrella, she stuck it in the container with the rest. Music played, pool balls cracked, conversations blurred together in one continuous hum. A bartender passed out drinks, moving with inhuman speed.

Walking up to the bar, Elle took a seat on the stool near the end. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a stack of papers and set them on the polished wood.

“What will it-” The bartender flinched at her, their nostrils flaring. Their voice sounded like many people talking at once.

“Oh, you’re the human.” They reached into their pocket and pulled out a phone. Tapping on the screen, they sent a quick message and put it away. They dropped their voice and leaned in closer to her. “Sorry, our drinks are a little too strong for your kind.”

They were most likely a demon, with horizontal lined pupils and a pair of antlers. Their sunken face showed a skeletal structure that was more deer than human, with a slight brown fuzz instead of fur. Their hands were coal black, their fingers tapering off to a clawed end.

“Can I just have water?” She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry, her heart fluttering. Focus! The job was more important than a one night stand.

“Of course.” They bowed their head, before going to a new arrival at the bar.

Sighing, Elle debated pulling her hood back up when she felt the eyes on her. No, she’d have to get used to the stares if she wanted to get this job. A human woman, with dark hair and hazel eyes, wearing dress pants and a button up peach blouse. No horns, fangs, scales, or a tail. Not even markings that would signal she was a mage or tied to someone with magic.

Swinging her leg back and forth, Elle sipped at her water, looking around the bar. There was a pair of trolls playing pool. A pair of drow were in the corner, looking like they were discussing more… Intimate plans. A human looking man sat on the couch, a cane between his legs. A spread of cards were on the table in front of him, small black wisps curling around them. He seemed to be the shortest occupant, he was probably a head and shoulders taller than her.

“Ms. Elodie Shepard?” The voice made her turn.

An angular face stared at her. It was human in appearance, but black scales appeared like freckles, shimmering in the low light. A pair of ram horns curled around cheeks, the ends sharpened and looking ready to puncture anything that got near them. He was dressed in a white button up shirt and a red vest, with a black tie. He was young, appearing to only be in his early to mid 30s.

“Yes!” Elle held out her hand. The speaker took it in shimmering black hands that were very large compared to his body. They left a residue on her skin that she tried to discreetly wipe off when he turned around, looking at the loft above. "But please, call me Elle."

“Let’s go talk more privately.” He walked to the bottom of the stairs, unclipping a chain that indicated the area was closed until the morning.

Elle nodded and followed him. Stepping aside, he allowed her to go first and clipped the sign back in place. Once the links were formed, a small bit of magic rumbled through the floor, making Elle’s knees weak. Gripping the handrail, she kept herself from falling and quickly climbed up.

Once they were in the loft, Ramses clapped his hands and a few candles lit. The light was warm and calming. There were a few couches set up, with a coffee table between each pair facing one another.

Taking a seat, Elle set her papers on the table and cleared her throat. Even with the water, there was still a tickle in her throat.

“Alright,” The man sat down. “So, as you may know, this is my business. Ramses Sesbrun.” He pushed his glasses up his nose. “I appreciate you coming out so late, but since demons don’t do so well in sunlight…” He shook his hand back and forth like he was tipping a scale. “I still have a limited staff, so I don’t have much of a day shift.”

Elle nodded. “It’s fine. I’ve got this.” She reached into her shirt and pulled out a silver chain, with wire wrapped around an obsidian stone.

Ramses flinched at the charm, before clearing his throat. Elle quickly stuffed it into her shirt and shuffled her papers.

“Alright. So as you may have noticed, we have a bit of a uniform.” He gestured to his attire. “It doesn’t matter if you prefer skirts or pants, just make sure it’s got a white button up shirt under your apron and a tie or scarf.” Inhaling sharply, he adjusted his glasses again. “We have a very diverse staff. If you do get the job, expect to work with all kinds of people.”

Elle simply nodded. “I know it is probably a strange thing, getting a human to apply.” The thought of being around so many demons and patrons of the “other side”, it was somewhat exhilarating.

“A little. But your safety is promised here,” Ramses insisted. “I’ll do what I can to make sure that you and your fellow employees are comfortable in this environment. Everyone here is just looking for a place to unwind.” He smiled at her, showing his teeth were fangs.

Shifting uncomfortably, Elle gave a smile. Those fangs looked like they could leave some decent hickeys. Wait, no, she had to remain professional. “Erm, not to sound too forward, but the job posting mentioned pay?” Right. Stay professional.

“Oh, right.” Ramses picked up a staff of his own papers from a table next to the couch. Flipping through the stack, he left small black thumbprints on each page. No wonder he needed help with the kitchen and other places. He probably couldn’t even touch the food he served his customers.

Finally, he stopped at what he was looking for. “I know the pay is high, but that means I’ll be expecting more from you. But if what I’ve heard about humans is correct…” His cheeks flushed. “Sorry. I don’t mean to rely on stereotypes, but I know humans are known for getting things done faster.” He clicked his mouth closed, not wanting to insert his foot into his mouth.

“Then you’ll be happy to know I fall into that!” Elle said quickly, hoping her tone didn’t sound too desperate. “I promise I’ll be fast and get the work done!” She clasped her hands together. “I just really… Need a job.” A job that seemed to offer a lot of eye candy...

Ramses nodded, taking her papers and flipping through them. “I’ve already read what you sent me, but I just want to make sure…”

He made a couple more noises of affirmation, before setting the now spotted pile down. “I don’t know if you’ll have a uniform on standby, but I think we might have something in your size. If you are willing to come in tomorrow, then I can have Wrecks and Horac show you the ropes.” Tapping a finger to his lips, Ramses’ brows knit together. “You don’t have Arachnophobia, do you?”

*** “Welcome to Ramses!” Elle called out, bowing her head. When she straightened, she ignored the look of befuddlement from the new arrivals. “Just two?”

After seating the pair, she bid farewell to some patrons as they left. They acknowledged her, but seemed more confused than anything else in her presence. When the door closed behind them, she went to quickly clean their table.

Despite looking bulky, the maid outfit they had provided her was light and cool, with a long skirt, deep pockets in the apron. She’d brought her own tights and comfortable shoes. Her hair was tied into a pair of buns to keep it out of her face.

The morning rush was a surprise. Most demons were supposed to be unable to walk in sunlight, but that didn’t stop the clientele from coming in, carrying parasols, charms to protect them, and even wrapping themselves in bandages.

The newly arrived pair were dragonborn, who had quickly fallen into an in depth discussion about maidens and maids. When she approached them with her notepad, pencil to the paper, they quickly quieted.

“Can I recommend one of our Ashburnt Scones?” She asked. “They’ve got an arsenic glaze!”

After taking down their order, Elle quickly scampered to the kitchen and placed the paper on the counter.

“A pair of Coalpressed Muffins with Ashen Dustings!” She called out.

The Drider at the stove nodded, pulling out some blood red pancakes with a tar like topping that he set on plates, the two smaller legs at his waist doing small clean up details. A pair of triple lens spectacles balanced on his nose, which he was constantly adjusting to allow a different pair of eyes to see. Despite his name being “Wrecks” he actually seemed rather dexterous and nimble.

The second was the boarman, Horac, who was frying several cuts of meat and eggs. He seemed immune to the open flames, casually reaching across them to turn over a large slice of ham. Elle tried to not think too hard about the implications.

“Breakfast rush is almost over, rookie.” He said, his voice barely audible over the chaos of the kitchen.

“Thanks!” She took the plates and lined them up on trays, before rushing back out to the main room with the orders.

“I can’t believe a real life human is here,” A goat headed man said as she passed.

“I know. And so fast, too.” Their companion appeared human, but their teeth were too sharp. Enough to pass the line from sexy to frightening.

Just smiling, Elle passed over their food, which they quickly began to ravenously tear into. The remarks, while strange, seemed mostly positive.

By the time the morning rush was over, Elle’s feet were killing her. She collapsed into a chair once the last customer left.

“Elle, can you tell Ram I’m coming in late tomorrow?” Horac said, not giving further details as he went out the back. The bell chimed as he left.

“Sure.” She merely lifted her hand to give a wave he wouldn’t see.

“I’m going out for a smoke,” Wrecks said, his voice jolting through her. He hadn’t spoken all morning, only cooked and passed the orders to Elle. The dishes and counters were clean, so she wasn’t going to complain.

Once the ache had mostly gone, she got up and went to change the menus over. The bell chimed again when her back was turned, and she quickly turned back around.

The newcomer had silvery hair, a pair of fox ears twitching on his head. His eyes were closed, his mouth pulled into a vulpine grin.

“Welcome to Ramses!” She tried to pour in the sugary sweetness that customers loved. “I’ll be with you in just a moment.” Hopefully, Wrecks wouldn’t mind serving up breakfast still. “So, he did have a human on his payroll.” The new patron muttered to himself. “How quaint.” A bushy silver tail waved behind him.

Elle felt herself blushing. “Can I get you anything? Our Blasterjelly rolls are a customer favorite, along with our Hadesfire Pomegranate Tea.” She reached for a menu to shove in his hands. His gaze seemed focused on her, despite his eyes being closed.

“No,” He held up his hand. “Thank you. You served my friend earlier.” Reaching into his sash, he pulled out a box about the length of his hand, the width of two put together. “He’s too shy to show his gratitude in person, so he sent me in his stead.”

Setting the box on the podium, he turned on his heel and gave a backward wave, the bell chiming as he left.

Frowning, Elle used her pen to open the corner of the box. Inside, she saw a small flat pastry, the side of one showing a beet colored paste. Picking it up, she realized they were covered with powdered sugar. Setting it back down, she closed the box and stuffed it under the podium. How odd she’d been given a human friendly dessert.

“Ready for round two?” Wrecks asked when he came back in, wiping his hands on a towel.

“You know it!” She brushed back her hair, pushing the fox man out of her mind.

The bell chimed, a trio of trolls coming through, looking like they’d gotten off a construction job. A goat headed woman burst through the door behind them, looking frazzled. By the end of the second shift, Elle was nearly laying on the table. Her feet and back ached, her hair was a mess, and the uniform was rumpled.

“And my favorite part of the day…” Wrecks said, flipping the sign to indicate they were closed until the bar opened. He laughed to himself as he went to tally up the totals.

“Count this for me to make sure my math is right.” Taking the cash from the drawer, Wrecks slid it to her. He poured himself a sludge looking coffee, enough steam and heat coming off it to fog up his spectacles. Sweat trickled down his brow.

Elle’s stomach growled, and she found herself blushing. While his lower half made her nervous, his upper half was certainly handsome.

Right. Focus.

“Oh, right.” Wrecks paused. “You can’t…” He struggled to find the words. “Eat anything on our menu, can you?”

“Not without getting violently ill,” Elle admitted, before remembering the podium. “Oh! Right!” Rushing to it, she pulled out the box. “I was going to pack my lunch, but I woke up late!” She’d actually slept in her car because she was terrified of missing her first shift. It wasn’t like there was anyone waiting for her at home. And driving nearly half an hour both ways seemed like a poor use of her time.

Sitting next to the money, she took out one of the cakes and took a bite. Powdered sugar flew around her in a cloud, sending residue all over the uniform.

Keeping the cake in her mouth, she nursed at the paste and counted out the cash, keeping notes. Once she finished, she paused over the calculations and finished eating. Then, she quickly ate a second, barely tasting it as it went down.

“Get some actual food,” Wrecks chided. “I can smell the sweetness from here. Where did you get that if you didn’t pack your lunch?”

“Apparently one of the customers really liked my service and gave me a gift.” Elle shrugged. She looked down at her tips for the day, her breath catching in her throat. How much money did this damned clientele have!? Pulling out her wallet, she quickly signed off on the amount and collected it. Looking down at her uniform, she excused herself to the bathroom.

There was no way she was going to risk getting it dirty and looking unprofessional. If she was going to be making money like this every day, she was going to take this job seriously. Going to the restroom, she did what she could to clean up her uniform. No way was she going to take a dock in her pay to pay for the outfit.

Her face felt hot. Slipping off the apron, she unbuttoned her blouse and splashed water on herself. Looking in the mirror, she saw her cheeks and neck were crimson. The blush spread even further, hidden by her shirt.

Slipping off her blouse, she stared at the sleeveless shirt, which only showed off more of her flushed skin. It was still hot, but more bearable. And she was NOT undressing more. Splashing her face again, she got her hair damp. Slicking back her loose bangs, Elle took in a deep breath.

When she walked out, she saw Wrecks looking at the cakes. Holding one between his thumb and forefinger, he squeezed it. The paste oozed out, dripping onto his fingers. He had his phone to his ear, waiting for someone to answer.

Elle was about to complain he’d ruined part of her gift, but his expression was serious. It sent a twinge of worry through her, followed by another hot flash. This one made her head spin, and she quickly sat down.

“Where did you get these?” His voice was sharp.

“Some guy dropped them off. Um… Foxy.” She started to recall his face, but all it did was cloud her mind with other details she’d overlooked. The way his collar bone peeked out over his robe. How veiny and strong his hands looked. His lips, perfectly glossy, the fangs peeking out with his grin.

“Shepard?” Wrecks asked.

“Hmm?” She smacked her cheeks to try and refocus. “Where was I again?”

Before Wrecks could answer, the person on the other end picked up.

“Yeah.” Wrecks tossed her a damp towel.

Wiping it across her sweaty skin, Elle began to inhale deeply. She felt hot all over, her body starting to shake. Every fiber of her clothing brushed against her, scraping her raw.

“I’m sure it was him,” Wrecks’ voice sounded like it was coming from the other end of a tunnel. “Bet my first born on it. I could smell fuckery on the box.” He looked over to Elle, licking his lips nervously. “She seems fine now, but I don’t want to touch her, could you get a hold of a human doctor?” He paused, nodding along with the speaker, small grunts escaping his mouth.

“Alright.” He hung up, inching closer to Elle.

“That was Ramses. He’s on his way.” He pulled another towel off the counter and soaked it in icy water, before passing it to Elle. “Those cakes were laced with… Something.” He frowned, brows coming together.

“I guess it was Tanpopo’s way of saying hello…”

“Who?” Although Elle was sure she had a good idea who the Drider spoke of. Her insides twitched, needing to be filled. Sweat trickled down her neck and back. Slowly, she laid down in the booth, her legs facing the wall.

“An asshole who runs the bakery down the road.” Wrecks jerked his thumb behind him. “He thought it would be funny to “prank,” He added air quotes. “Some of our staff last year by spiking some cakes and tea with Hellfire Mint.” Three pairs of eyes watered at the memory. “Most of them were fine, but one of our hosts got sent into early labor and had to go to the hospital.”

Fanning herself with a menu, Elle panted. “I wish I’d been warned.”

“Well, there hadn’t been any problems since then,” Wrecks explained. “Horac was a pretty decent deterrent.”

Elle’s mouth was suddenly dry. The heat was becoming unbearable. Her legs refused to budge, each breath making another flash of arousal go through her. “I’ll get you some water.” Wrecks excused himself, quickly coming back with a glass. He passed it to her. “Now, I’m not sure how long this is supposed to last, but Ramses seemed pretty sure he knew what it was.”

Their hands touched. Elle let out a cry, dropping the glass. She shook, nearly convulsing as the need seized her.

Wrecks jumped back, his legs skittering across the floor, unable to gain traction.

Elle was on her feet, grabbing the front of his vest and pulling him to her. Their lips nearly brushed.

“No no no no no no!” He said rapidly, using his front legs and arms to push her away. “It’s flattering, but you are in no condition to be initiating this!”

His skin was scalding hot against hers. She grabbed his clothing so tight she thought it would rip. Pulling him close again, she ignored the impact of his front legs against her skirt.

“I’m terribly sorry, Shepard.” Wrecks said, before she suddenly couldn’t move.

Looking down, she saw she was covered with white bindings. Webbing kept her still, binding her legs together below the knees, and her arms below the elbows. He then pushed her back into the booth.

The bell chimed. Nostrils flaring, Elle thrashed around to try and sit up as the scent of Demon hit her.

“Oh, thank Arachne.” Wrecks backed away. “You made good time.”

“Of course.” Ramses' voice thundered in her ears. Elle’s lips parted slightly as she continued to wriggle around, trying to get free of her bindings. “Leave us. This is easier if there’s only one target.”

Wrecks didn’t have to be told twice. He picked up his scant belongings and quickly scampered out the door.

Ramses stood in front of the booth, his crotch the perfect height for-

And he was gone.

The door locked.

Then, he was back.

“You’ve ingested Asmodeus Fruit,” He explained, pulling out a knife. “Better known as Lustberries.” Looking at the blade, he set it down on the table. “Hold still.” His visible skin was wrapped in bandages. To protect him from the sun?

The order made Elle still, the only movement was her shaking with desire.

“I’m going to cut you loose. But you have to promise me you’re not going to jump on me. Okay?”

Despite the words barely registering, Elle nodded, her body still trembling.

Ramses cut the bindings, his bandaged hands brushing against her. Unlike with Wrecks, it didn’t send a jolt through her. But his scent, the way he panted with exertion… She found herself leaning forward.

“KNIFE!” He yelled, shoving her back. His hand hit her protective charm, and both of them went flying back. She hit the wall hard, and he slid into the front counter in front of the kitchen. Wincing, he slowly got back up, rubbing the back of his head.

“Are you okay?” Her legs were still bound. She started to climb out of the booth.

“Stay!” He commanded, getting up.

Elle’s legs became weak, and she nearly face planted on the floor. Catching herself, Elle held onto the corner of the table. Her charm hung low.

Ramses rushed over, cutting her legs free.

“Now. Listen.” He shook his finger in her face.

Nodding, Elle leaned forward.

“Go to the loft.”

She rose up, the charm snagging on the corner of the table, the wire wrapping coming undone and the stone falling to the ground, sliding under the booth.

Her feet slapped against the floor, she nearly tripped over the chained sign as she ran. But she was up the stairs, lungs and chest heaving. Collapsing onto the couch, she felt the heat rolling over again, almost unbearable. Clothes continued to rake against her skin so roughly she thought it would make her bleed. Her hands went to her top, trying to pull it off.

“Okay, Elle. I need you to listen to me.” Ramses said, coming up in the loft. “Normally this stuff wears off after a few hours. But it’s demon fruit, so humans suffer-” He let out a surprised noise as Elle rushed over to him.

When her hands touched his shirt, she realized he wasn’t wrapped under his clothes. Working her fingers through the gaps between his buttons, she touched her fingertips to his bare chest. The heat of his skin made her shudder.

Dropping to her knees, she started to unbuckle his belt.

“Elle!” He said sharply. “Hold on!” Grabbing one of her buns, he held her head in place. Lips parted, she looked up. Panting, she reached for him. Despite denying her advances, his erection was growing quickly.

“Here.” He pulled out a vial, a white liquid inside. “Drink this first. I know it’ll be nasty, but-” As he spoke, the white liquid suddenly yellowed and seemed to become crusty.

She grimaced.

“I know. But the other cure is… Not ideal.” He offered her the vial. Uncorking the top, he pressed the glass to her lips.

Slowly, he tilted it. Once the liquid touched Elle’s lips, foul gelatinous sludge tried to worm its way into her mouth. Pulling back, she sputtered and coughed. Eyes watering, she shook her head.

There was glass breaking, and the liquid spilled all over the floor. The fog was gone, but Elle suddenly felt so hot she started to claw at her clothes.

“You’re going to hurt yourself!” Ramses grabbed her arms, straddling her. His erection dug into her as he pinned her to the floor.

“Elle, listen to me.” His breath was warm against her skin, caressing skin, the wetness from it sliding down her body.

Closing her eyes, Elle thrust against him. Ramses let out a distressed yelp, before gripping her tighter.

“Fuck me…” She moaned, rubbing against him. A wet spot was left on Ramses pants, although she wasn’t sure if it was from him or her.

It was getting so hot she felt like she was going to pass out, black spots filling her vision. Her clothes felt like they were tearing large chunks of her skin off.

“I’m… So sorry.” Ramses picked her up off the floor, setting her down on the couch.

“For what?” She grabbed his shirt, pulling him down. Their lips almost touched, but he turned his face so she kissed his horn.

“You’re in no state of mind…” He knelt between her legs. “Just let me try something.” Taking her tights, he clumsily pulled them down. Catching the waist of Elle’s panties, Ramses left her completely bare. At the sight, averting his eyes, Ramses cheeks turned crimson.

“Yep…” He struggled to find the words. “That’s certainly Asmodeus fruit.”

Elle touched herself, spreading the soaking lips wide. Grinding against the couch, she felt herself drenching the fabric.

“Okay.” Ramses draped her legs over his shoulders. “I’m going to try something. If it doesn’t work, then we have one option left.”

Elle nodded, but her mind was buzzing. Grabbing Ramses by the hair, she shoved him into her drenched folds. Whatever response he had was muffled, making her shiver.

His tongue began to trace her lower lips, before he slipped it inside. Ellen held his head in place, biting her lips as he continued to lick. Reaching up, he seized her thighs and spread her legs wider. His breath made her tingle.

Closing her eyes, Elle focused on the sensation, the heat now concentrating in her lower half. Ramses’ head bobbed back and forth, the sounds of licking and sucking so loud in the empty loft. She let out several moans, trying to lock her legs around his head.

Keeping her legs open, Ramses continued to lick, before exposing her clit and swirling his tongue around it. Elle moaned, releasing his hair and grinding against his face. “Come for me, Elle.” He groaned into her, his breath so warm. “Come for me, please.”

Letting her head lull back, Elle moaned and grabbed the couch tight enough to feel the fabric start to rip. She felt the orgasm start to build, each lick eliciting another cry from her. Eyes watering, she nearly screamed when Ramses plunged his tongue inside.

But before she could release, it was like slamming into a brick wall. White filled her vision as the heat became a searing pain. A scream escaped her and she shuddered, falling to the side.

“S-stop…” She panted, tears streaming down her face. “It… It hurts.”

Ramses pulled back, his bandages around the lower half of his face now loose. They were soaked with Elle. Small bits of skin were visible. Despite the pain in her lower half, Elle grabbed Ramses by the shirt. She then climbed on top of him, rubbing her aching groin over his crotch.

“Fuck me, please.” She begged, continuing to grind against his hardness.

“Hold on.” Ramses pushed the table to the other couch, his glasses askew. Picking Elle up, he placed her on the couch. Unzipping his pants, he let them fall to the ground. His fully erect cock came forth, beads of precum dripping from the tip. Elle leaned forward, wrapping her lips around it.

Ramses let out a surprised moan, knees nearly giving out as Elle sucked. Once the few drops of precum were swallowed, the heat drastically reduced. Panting, Elle pulled back and let her tongue swirl around the tip.

Then, she felt herself blushing. The reality of the situation began to crash around her. Pulling her head back, she quickly let go of Ramses cock and put her hands at her side.

“Um…” The wetness between her legs was almost unbearable. “I’m… Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Ramses panted, sitting down on the table. “It wasn’t your fault. I understand if you want to leave now.”

Elle stared at his cock, swallowing hard. It was glistening with her saliva. She should leave. This was not only inappropriate, but they were both in a bad spot. But her body was literally hurting with need.

“Ramses.” Her face was probably tomato red. What had she just done? Ramses probably thought… “This wasn’t your fault.”

“I know. But I should have warned you.” He was attempting to put his dick back in his pants, which seemed to be a challenge.

“Erm…” She prodded her forefingers against one another, biting her lower lip. “This is super inappropriate. But is the antidote for this fruit…” Her voice trailed off as she became more flustered. “You know, demon semen?”

Mutely, Ramses nodded. “I didn’t want you to either get too excited or too disgusted.” He looked up at her when she stood over him. “Because I’ve been told it can be rather potent.”

“So, are you sure you gave me enough of a dose?” She lifted her skirt, showing him her wetness. “Because I would, uh, prefer not to go back to how I was.” Her legs shook, the blush filled her entire body.

Ramses’ eyes went wide, and he took off his glasses, setting them down on the table. “I’m not sure. It’s not an exact science. But…” He was cut off when Elle kissed him, straddling his lap.

“Oh.” He kissed her back, looping his hands around her waist.

“Elle,” He said, his voice muffled by her mouth. His pupils dilated slightly, the blood vessels thickening.

“Hm?” She pulled back, her arms around his neck.

“If you want to wait, the lust will wear off.”

Elle thought about it, but shook her head, “I want to do this.” She nibbled at his exposed skin, hands running up and down the nape of his neck.

“Very well.” He stood, keeping her legs wrapped around his waist.

Setting her back onto the couch, Ramses straddled her, pinning her arms above her head against the armrest.

“Are you still hot?”

She nodded.

Taking Elle’s shirt, he slid it off and let it fall to the floor, leaving her in only her skirt.

“Aren’t you?”

“Sunlight.” He gestured to the windows.

“Oh.”

“Consider this… Paid overtime.” Nudging her legs open, Ramses lined himself up, prodding against her slit. Each touch made Elle gasp, grinding against him.

Then, he slid inside. Elle gasped, instantly clenching around him. Ramses gripped the back of the couch, letting out a surprised whimper. Leaning down, he wrapped his arms around her and began to thrust. Once her arms were free, she let her hands explore him.

The touch seemed to encourage him further and he hilted himself.

Elle screamed in pleasure, digging her nails into Ramses’ shirt. Covering her mouth with his, Ramses began to pound into her, each thrust making her see a flash of color.

“God,” He said between thrusts. “You’re so tight.” His breath was warm against her face and neck. Leaning down, he nibbled her neck. “I…” The blush returned to his face.

Elle pulled him back, their lips meeting again. Pushing her tongue into his mouth, she let them dance as he found his rhythm and continued to pump back and forth. Each moan encouraged him, and he went harder.

As the thrusts went deeper, Elle cried out, her back arching. She ran her hands down Ramses shirt and vest, the fabric chafing against her skin. Unlike her own clothing, it pushed her closer to the edge, but she felt herself hitting the wall again.

Her breasts began to bounce, and Ramses groaned, his legs and buttock suddenly clenching.

“Please!” She begged, squeezing him tightly. “Finish inside me!”

“Fuck!” Ramses yelped, before he released, the fluid spilling out of Elle. Panting, he shuddered, placing his hands on either side of her head. Sweat trickled down his face. Clenching, he thrust against her as he emptied everything inside.

The orgasm finally came, and Elle clenched, wrapping her legs around his and pulling Ramses close. Shivering, she panted and closed her eyes.

“I think… That’s enough.” He slipped out of her and sat up on the couch, his softening cock still shimmering with her wetness.

Elle shuddered, then slowly sat up, rescuing her shirt from the floor and holding it up to her chest. She was covered with the strange black residue from his hands.

“I am very sorry about that.” Ramses zipped his pants up and buckled his belt. “I completely understand if you want to quit.”

“Umm…” Elle worried at her lower lip. “You see, I didn’t exactly dislike it and I really need this job.” She couldn’t even look at him without blushing.

“I could tell.” Ramses eyes went wide and he put his glasses back on. “Although I’m not sure how much of that was me or the Fruit.” He rubbed his face. “I’m going to kill that fox the next time I see him.”

Elle swallowed hard, thinking of the cakes. “Um, before you get all worked up, shouldn’t you get ready to open the bar?”

Ramses rubbed his face with a sigh. “I’ve got some time.” He looked her over. “I know you live farther away, but do you want to get cleaned up at my place? Er, not that I’m inviting you back over for...” He let the silence hang in the air.

Sighing, Elle nodded. “One thing at a time. I need to get this ‘antidote’ off me before it leaves a stink.” The scent of sex was already making her dizzy and flushed.

Helping her up, Ramses helped her dress and helped her back down to the main gathering area, collecting the charm from the floor. Stopping at the umbrella holder, he pulled out a parasol and opened it. When he took a few steps outside, he suddenly staggered.

Wrapping his arm around her, Elle helped him walk.

“It’s not too far," Ramses explained. “Erm, so, about what happened.”

“My lips are sealed,” Elle mimed locking her lips and throwing away a key. “As long as you don’t tell the others about me trying to blow you. And everything else.”

Ramses stifled a noise and looked away. “It’s fine. Just erm… Expect a bonus on your first check.”

“A bonus?” Now she was starting to feel like it was some sort of hush money.

“I take… Very good care of my employees.” Ramses frowned. “It’s hard to keep them on.” Swallowing hard, he sighed. “Elle, what I did back there, I promise I’m not normally like that. I know demons have a reputation for being sinners, but I don’t want you to feel I took advantage.”

“Too bad, I had a lot of fun.” Elle blushed at her words. “Sorry, was that too much?”

Ramses bit at his lip. “No, but I am your boss. I don’t want rumors to spread.”

“I understand.” She felt the rest of the heat finally leave her body, leaving her head clear. “But don’t… ever be afraid to ask. I um, headed after this job for a reason. Not just for the pay.”

Ramses hid his face and nodded.

If every day was going to be like this, then this new job was going to be interesting. She’d have to apologize to Wrecks tomorrow.

At least there was hazard pay.

(You can read part 02 here!)

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shira-cosmic-star · 1 month

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hello! i hope you're doing well 🫶

may I request hcs with vagastrom + Lyca, Jin, Jiro x short s/o please?

i hope I'm not disturbing you 🙏

thank you 😊

Too short to handle

Tags: Fluff, Gender Neutral, Comedy, Romance, Slice of life, Supernatural, and Tokyo debunker headcanons

Characters: Leo Kurosagi, Sho Haizono, Alan Mido, Lyca Colt, JIn Kamurai, and Jiro Kirisaki.

Warning: None

Word count: 2,811

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Leo:

Mc was in their own room when they decided to decorate it. After saving enough money to buy a few small things. A poster, LED lights, their favorite color window curtains and small room decorations. Though, there is a small problem. They can’t react the places they want too. It also doesn’t help that they only have a step latter and still couldn’t reach.

Frustrated, they huffed and pouted. “How on earth can I hang this up if I can’t reach!” They stated, angrily. Then, a small “ding” chimed. It was their phone, they placed the item in their hands, right on the bed. Picking up their phone. It was a text from Leo. He needed them so he can use his stigma. MC groaned, “Do you need me now? I’m kind of busy.”

“Yes, hurry up!” Leo eagerly told them. Leo and MC have been dating for a short while. How? Well, a lot of patience and understand from both parts. Both have their flaws, their moments, and all. Leo, often more than MC. But, after learning why he is the way he is. MC have gotten a better understanding of Leo. Leo, for MC’s sake, had to learn how to break a few bad habits. He’s still learning, but he’s trying.

As MC heads over to him. They couldn’t help, but flashback to how their relationship was in the past before they started dating.

[Flashback]

“I can’t stand you.” MC told Leo, through tears and their fist balled up. MC have had enough. The mean words, the disgusted face he makes towards them, and now, the lies about MC being his romantic partner. They saw a lot of mean comments of their appearance. How they can’t be worthy enough to stand next him. Or even close to him. It was getting to MC. They have stormed into Vagastrom to tell Leo off. Leo, being Leo brushed it off and told them that they should be grateful that others are jealous of them. Even told Mc that it was just a few trolls, they can handle it.

Although, what Leo wasn’t expecting was them to tell him off. It actually struck him hard when MC said that. It stuck with him for a while, he actually felt bad. So, he went to make it up to MC. That is when MC began to see another side of him. So, from that point they started to get closer and closer. Of course, MC confessed first. But we all know Leo felt the same way.

[Flashback ended]

“What are you dozing off about?” Now sitting on the couch together. Leo looked over to his lover. They have been quiet almost the entire time.

“Hm? Oh, just how our relationship was in the past before dating.” They told him while holding a smile. They gently rubbed their thumb on the back of his hand.

“You’re not still mad at me, are you?” He scrunched his face. “I said I was sorry...” Leo then began to pout.

“I’m not mad, it just something a kind of cherished now. We started off basically enemies to lovers!” MC excitedly worded.

“Stop reading those kinds of books. They are getting to your head.” Leo told them, MC ignores him and laughs.

“By the way, you said you were busy earlier. What were you doing?” He looks at MC with his eyes curious as a cat. He was growing bored and spy on Alan got nowhere.

“I bought a few things for my room. But I can’t reach the places I want...” MC sighed frustratedly. He begins to give them a cheeky smile. More like a devilish smirk. Leo began to laugh lightly. “Because your short~” He teased them. This caused MC to glare at him while pouting.

“Well excuse me mister, I can’t help it!” Both have now begun to lightly bicker. Leo grabs their hand and pulls them back to MC’s room. He lays down on their bed and plays on his phone. MC, on the other hand went back to placing the lights on their wall. Leo watched; he wore a small smile as he watched them struggled. He then, takes a short video of them. He’ll post it later, but his lover needs help. So, he gets up, takes the lights and hangs in up for them. Leo was standing behind them. When Mc turns around to face him. Leo leans down to steal a kiss.

“You’re so cute~” He whispers in their ear. ———————————————————

Sho:

MC were horribly known to be clumsy. MC’s boyfriend Sho seen it too. He couldn’t help but find it cute. Not only were they clumsy; they were also short. Sho saw they height differences. MC was about 5 something or shorter. Meanwhile, he was a walking 6ft tall. When they held hands, he noticed how small MC’s hands were compared to his. How their arm bend while walking and holding hands with him. When they do the dishes in his truck or kitchen in Vagastorm; he noticed how small they looked. Often, he would place things out of reach. Only to see them reach for it or beg him for help. Some would say it's a power thing. When it’s only because he wants to see them pout cutely as they ask him for help.

On this day, it was for the same reason. They have woken up in the morning and have planned to make breakfast. It’s going to be pancakes, toast, eggs and bacon. As Sho tells MC the items they need. MC sets off to grab each one. Only problem is, the flour is too high for them to reach. They stretch their arm out to reach but couldn’t. Then they tried again on their tippy toes. No luck, discouraged, they begun to feel annoyed and frustrated.

They looked over to Sho. His back was turned to them as he sets out the things. He needs to make the food. Mc walks over to him and tugs on his apron lightly.

“Huh? What up?” He asked, he fought back the grin. Sho knew what they needed but played it off. Mc looks up towards him and held a sulked look.

“I tried reaching for the flour. But I can’t, it’s too far up...” They pointed to the flour on the high shelf. Sho chuckled and rubbed their head.

“Don’t worry, I’ll grab it.” He got the flour and sets down on the counter table. After mixing all of the ingredients for the pancakes. Sho asked them to pour small amounts of the onto the pan. While MC was focused on not spilling it. He had come up behind them to help them. His chest pressed against the back of their head, his hands completely covering theirs, and his arms easily reached around them. To Mc, it was like Sho was one giant teddy bear. Though, he wasn’t buffy like Alan. He was still showing off his well-toned muscles.

It made them feel safe and warm. So, Mc leaned against him, resting their head on his chest. They felt him chuckled, Mc looked up towards him and Sho had leaned down to kiss them.

This caused them to blush, using their sleeve to hide their blush from him.

“Too cute to handle” Sho told himself. ——————————————————-

Alan:

It took a while for Alan and MC to make it official. Alan is an awkward giant, who is extremely strong. His height alone is enough to intimated just about anyone. Now, that he has a romantic partner. He starts to realize how tiny they were when standing next to him or in front of him. It wasn’t like he noticed that much when he first met them. He towers over most people on campus. Yet, when he pays a lot of attention to his lover. Alan couldn’t help but feel more protective over them.

Physical touch was hard on Alan. He craved to touch his partner. Not in a sexual intimate way. More in a romantic intimate way. One time they compared hands with one another. MC asked if it would be okay to compare sizes. Confused and cautious, he slowly gave them his hand. MC lay his hand on their thigh with the back of his hand faced down. MC then placed their hand on top of his. Their hand felt soft and soothe compared to his rough working hand. Alan, admired their hand as Mc takes their thumb, gently rubs his palm. They giggled and placed their other thumb on his palm. Both, gently and slowly massaging his palm.

“Hehehe, I’ll need both to massage your hand.” They told him as they looked into his eyes. Their touch was delicate as a warm embrace. Every time they held hands. His heart beats faster, his face grew warm, and his hands began to feel wet with sweat.

That’s not the only time his heart beats faster. When they first cuddled together, after watching a movie. They rested next to him with their head on his chest. His arms gently wrapped around them was they snuggled closer to him. In his eyes, it was like a child cuddling next to their favorite giant teddy bear. Alan smiled at the silly, but cute idea. Before his tiredness catches up to him. He whispers softly to MC, “I love you,” and pressed a tender kiss on the crown of their head, then fall into a peaceful slumber. ——————————————————

Jin:

MC and Jin have a special type of relationship. This isn’t the typical, shy MC with a cold king type of man. No, these two bicker and tease a lot. What about? Mc’s height and of course MC insults Jin back. Jin loves to tease his partner. It was always about that cute and flustered face they make. Once MC was tasked to reach something from a high shelf. They were asked to get it for Tohma. Jin, so happens to be walking by to see his lover. Up on their tippy toes, trying to reach the book.

“Need help?” Jin asked as he leans again the wall with his arms crossed. MC looked back over their shoulder to see their boyfriend smirking at them. This irked them, annoyed by that handsomely smirk. They huffed and told him no.

Jin watched as they struggled to reach the book. MC as stubborn and hot headed as they can be. They started to use the bottom shelf as a stool or latter. They placed their foot on the next one to climb higher. Jin tsked and walked towards them. “Idiot, get down from there.”

“Almost got it.” They stated as their arm stretched to reach for the book. The shelf began to shake as they move higher and higher to reach. When they got close to grabbing the book. Jin had physically picked them up and set them onto the floor. He grabbed the book for them.

“Tsk, don’t do that again.” He told them sternly. As he holds out the book to them. He gently bops them in the head with the book.

MC pouted and complained, Jin tsked again and rolled his eyes. Once Mc stopped, the room was quiet, they then walked close to Jin, grabbing him by his tie and pulled him down. Gently placing a sweet kiss on the cheek. Once they were finished, they quickly ran to Tohma to give him the book.

“Tsk, Idiot you couldn’t give me an actual kiss.” He smirked with his cheeks slightly red.

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Lyca:

Lyca isn’t good with human like things. Mainly because he doesn’t understand them. So, to help him understand more. MC decided to show him movies. They were slice of life type of movies. Whenever he had questions, MC would answer. Though, when it comes to romance movies. Lyca was completely lost. Why would anyone do that kind of stuff? The kissing, hugging, holding hands, dancing in the rain, piggyback rides, sleeping next to one another and etc. He didn’t get it; he was told to keep distant from girls. Not because they gross or awful. It's not like cooties were a real thing. Though, he probably believes in them.

“Because they are making memories Lyca. Sweet and intimate things are often memorizing. They make feel light and free when you are with the right one. They can also make you feel safe. Many people want to feel that way. Loved, cared, admired, protected, safe and warm. Or maybe they want someone who understands them. Someone to be their ride or die. There’re many forms of love, many ways to express it. Maybe one day when you find the one, you’ll get it.”

Little did Mc know, he knows he found the one, it was them. After watching the movies, Lyca would ask them if they can act out certain scenes. The dancing in the rain, hugging, holding hands, and piggyback rides.

It started with dancing in the rain. It was at Jabberwock, Towa made it rain but it wasn’t thundering. So, he asked them to dance like in the movies. He was blunt, but shy about it. But they danced, MC taking the lead by slowly moving around while holding his hand and waist. Then it was the piggyback rides. Since MC was tiny compared to him. That makes them lighter to hold. So, they jumped on his back and ran with them on his back. They laughed as his playfully twirl and jumped around. Then they held hand while watching a movie. This time it was a scary movie. They cuddled closely to his side as a scary scene played. One arm wrapped around them easily. Lyca noticed how tiny their hand is, he smiled without them knowing. Pulling them closer to him as if he was protecting them from the scary monster on the screen.

Once MC stayed over and Lyca handed a shirt to them. It was his shirt. They put on the shirt and walked out of the bathroom to show him. The shirt swallowed them. It was huge on them, but he found it endearing. As time goes by, they began to act more as a couple. MC shared deep feelings for Lyca, but Lyca fell for them harder. He wanted to act out more of these scenes. But as a real couple.

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Jiro:

When Mc was with Jiro. In this case, they got hurt. While sniffling and pouting they walked up to Jiro and asked for help. Jiro set them down on the table and pulled one of their knee length socks down to uncover the scrap. They had accidently slipped outside and cut their knee on the cement pathway. It had rained prior to that day. So, there he was to prevent germs and dirt from infecting the wound. As they sat on the table. Jiro grabbed the cotton swab, water, carbon peroxide and a band-aid. He bends down to their knee and began to clean the dirt off first. Then he took the cotton swab and dabbed it with the peroxide. He gently soothes them and told them that it’ll sting a bit.

He began to place the cotton swab on their knee to kill all infection and germs. Once he was finish, he placed a band aid on it. He remains on the ground bent down to their knee. He spoke quietly to them. Telling them that they are okay now. Jiro then picks them up and set them down on the floor. MC has calmed down from the pain. Jiro turns around to grab a sucker for them. Unfortunately, this caused Jiro to elbow them on the forehead. They groan in pain as Jiro didn't realize he what he had done. He heard them groan. But thought it was something else. He turns around and finds them holding their forehead.

“What’s wrong? Headache?” He asked. MC glared at him as they tell him.

“You elbowed me in the forehead.” They explained.

“Oh, sorry about that.” He hands them the sucker and picks them up in his arm.

“J-Jiro! What are you doing?” They were shocked by his action. He lightly chuckled as he brings them into a kiss to make it up to them. Due to the height differences, it is easier for him to pick them up to give them a kiss. That way, he wouldn’t open up any of his scars when he bends down. Plus, he gets to see them all red when he picks them up. But when he kisses them, he can feel them melt in his arms. It was a sight to see in his eyes. His cute little lover, sweetly moved by him.

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(unedited)

So sorry this took me a long time. I know I said was going to post this last week. But when I got to the last 3. I couldn't write for them because I didn't want to write the same thing over and over again. So. I was really struggling with ideas. I do, however hoped this is good enough for you all. Please leave a like, comment, or reblog this. Reblogging posts helps a lot. Thank you kindly for your love and support.

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fierymiasma · 1 year

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❀ And You Look Fetching in Yellow ❀ // Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

Summary: Hogwarts couples exchange scarves to signify their intention with each other. Unfortunately for Sebastian, MC is new to the whole magic thing.

It's been weeks since Sebastian had gifted her his scarf. And yet nothing romantic has happened between them.

How was she supposed to know that she had to give him something in return?

Part 1: You Look Better In Green

♪ Tags: Slight Dark!Sebastian, angst, sadness, manipulation, making out, heartbreak

Word Count: 5k

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"Did you see what the new girl was wearing?"

"Obviously, do I look like I live under a troll's bridge? The whole school is talking about it!"

Sebastian preened, sitting a bit straighter in his seat. He had been lounging on a bench with Ominis in the Dark Arts Tower, bored out of his mind. About ten paces away, a gaggle of 3rd year girls were giggling and loudly whispering amongst themselves. The student body of Hogwarts never had anything better to do then to guess who started courting who. Sebastian had never cared much about this (often incorrect) news, having always found it dull.

But it was looking like Hogwarts was just about to get bit more interesting.

"What was she wearing?" one of the shorter girls asked.

"She was wearing a Slytherin scarf!" another whispered conspiratiously as if it was an unspeakable secret.

There were gasps around the group. The new Hufflepuff student? Wearing Slytherin's green and silver scarf? It could only mean one thing.

"Ohhhh, she's seeing from someone from Slytherin." There was much fervent whispering.

"I bet so many hearts are crushed now. Someone finally got to her first."

Sebastian couldn't' help but puff out his chest. Finally, in his time as a 6th year at Hogwarts, the natural order of things were being corrected. No longer did he have to worry seeing his Hufflepuff in ugly red and yellow.

"Who do you reckon gave it to her?" one of the Ravenclaws bounced on the tip of her toes.

"Well, there's not that many Slytherin boys that she associates herself with."

Sebastian grinned. He leaned back against the wall, crossing his hands behind his head. He was constantly next to her side whether that meant on the battlefield or at the library. His devotion to her had most definitely discouraged any potential suitors who thought they were worthy of wasting her time. An effortless arm thrown around her shoulder. His coarse hand tucking a strand of hair behind her ears. His chin resting on her much shorter head. Now that the whole school knew that the most amazing girl in all of Hogwarts history was his, Sebastian's worries could finally-

"I heard from someone in Charms that it's Ominis."

Sebastian stilled. What?

There were squeals of delight.

"Of course! That makes so much sense! They look so cute together!"

Sebastian scowled. No they didn't.

"Awww, I'm so happy for them. I bet he swept her off her feet!"

"It's the eyes isn't it? All the Gaunt kids have those gorgeous eyes."

In Sebastian's personal opinion, blue eyes were incredibly overrated.

"That makes so much sense! They're always in the library studying together."

One of their voices took a cheekily tone. "Studying? Is that what the kids are calling it now a days?"

Yes, Ominis and his Hufflepuff were always studying together, only because Sebastian invited both of his best friends to his study session.

The group of girls all squealed bouncing up and down like a group of Puffskeins. They were loud and annoying enough that Professor Hecat had opened the doors to her classroom. With heavy scolding, the professor shooed them outside, to spread their gossip elsewhere in the castle no doubt.

Sebastian felt as though he took a troll club to the head. That was his green scarf around his Hufflepuff. It was Sebastian's scarf that she was wearing every day. Not Garret's. Not Natty's. Not even Ominis's. It was Sebastian's. Turning to stare at his best friend, he was startled to find that Ominis was still engrossed in his book. The other boy looked completely at ease, as if Sebastian's entire life hadn't been entirely upended.

"What," Sebastian spat through gritted teeth, "in Merlin's name, was that all about?"

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The hero of Hogwarts laid on her back like a starfish on the grounds of the Transfiguration courtyard. Having successfully commandeered a quiet corner of the courtyard with Natty and Poppy, she tried her best to relax between classes. Poppy was playing with Gerald. Natty attempted hastily to finish her astronomy homework before the next toll of the bell. The ancient magic user scowled at the bright blue cloudless sky as if it personally had cursed her.

She was still wearing Sebastian's scarf. The new Hufflepuff hadn't taken it off since Sebastian had kindly (or possessively?) wrapped it around her. His signature bergamot and oak scent was starting to fade.

She had learned quite quickly the ins and outs of courting at Hogwarts thanks to her friends. Coming from the muggle world, it was dizzyingly confusing all the fake rules that witches and wizards put upon themselves. She wasn't sure if it was wizard conservatism or teenage boredom that forced the students of Hogwarts to play these stupid courting games.

Wearing another House's colors was a walking advertisement to the rest of Hogwarts that you were officially being pursued by classmate of another House. The second that a Gryffindor was caught wearing green and silver or a Ravenclaw was caught wearing red the whole school would erupt in commotion and gossip.

In her opinion, the student body of Hogwarts needed to go outside more. Experience some of the real world for once.

After all it was their coy games that put her in this whole mess. She thought, as any rational being would, that after a whole year's worth of 'dates', alone, unsupervised, not under the watch of any adult, that something more would come of her relationship with Sebastian. She had hoped by now she would be wrapped in his strong arms with his green scarf wrapped around the both of them, joining them together.

She had thought wrong. Instead, it was the still the same Sebastian. Teasing tone, seductive one-liners, coy looks when he thought she wasn't watching. He always held her at an arm's length, never getting too close. Despite all of his flirty comments, he never made a verbal hint that they were anything more than friends.

Ugh, this was all so maddening. If she had it her way, she would march right up to Sebastian, grab him by the beautiful luscious curls of his, and kiss him silly until he finally got the message through that thick skull of his.

"Why isn't my brilliant plan working?" She whined as she laid beneath the sky, as if hoping it would give her the answers.

"What plan?" Natty asked, not looking up from her astronomy homework. "Your mind has been up in the clouds all day."

She groaned, throwing her arm over her eyes to block out the sun. "Why hasn't Sebastian made a pass at me yet. For Merlin's sake, we went to Three Broomsticks and Sirona gave us her Valentine's Day Special. We shared it, together. Using one spoon, like a couple."

"Have you considered that Sebastian might think you two are actually exclusive?" Poppy interjected. "I mean, you're wearing his scarf. That has to count for something."

The new student groaned. She started ripping the grass next to her in frustration. "I don't think we're dating. At least, I don't think Sebastian Sallow is the type to not snog his girlfriend silly when she drops obvious hints."

Poppy made a show of gagging at the thought of her friends making out. In retaliation, the other Hufflepuff half-hearted threw some of the plucked grass in Poppy's general direction. The strands lamely flew everywhere but their intended target.

Natty sighed, brushing the grassy debris from her astronomy chart. "Honestly, Europe is so behind. Back at home, things were much simpler. Girls do not have to wait for the man to ask them to be in a relationship! Anyone could do the asking! All of this exchanging of clothes is so silly to me. What if two people from the same House start dating? Then what? This makes no sense to me."

Poppy hummed in agreement. "Dating at Hogwarts does seem like such a headache compared to Uganda, Natty. But," she squeezed Gerald tightly, "you can't deny how cute it is when you see the couples together wearing each other clothing. They're so mismatched and adorable." Poppy paused awkwardly. "Come to think of it, I've never seen Sebastian wearing even a hint of yellow."

The air stilled. Both Poppy and Natty turned to stare at their friend who was still in the process of pulling out all of the blades of grass in her vicinity. It was a long awkward moment before the hero of Hogwarts realized that her two good friends were looking at her, expecting a reaction out of the wallowing girl.

"What?" She asked.

Poppy gave her a pitying look. "You…you did give Sebastian your scarf right?"

The new student blinked owlishly, her hands stilled in their destructive action.

Natty sighed. "A hat? Your tie? Cufflinks? Merlin's beard, even your socks would do. Anything?"

For being a wielder of ancient magic, she sure didn't have a clue as to wizarding culture. "Um, no? Was I supposed to?"

Both girls groaned. Natty shook her head, disappointed in the lack of charisma her friend had. Poppy looked at her pitifully as if she was the runt of a Niffler litter.

"What? We're supposed to trade scarves? Who made up that rule? Is that why Sebastian hasn't made a move on me?"

"YES!" The other girls replied, getting fed up with the drama.

"No one told me about this!"

The three girls bickered back and forth, homework now entirely forgotten. So lost in debate, they missed the Slytherin that was approaching them.

Imelda Reyes, captain of the Slytherin team, stood in front of them, interrupting the trio of girls. "Oh good, the losers are all gathered together." She looked rather bored as if she would rather be on the field than here.

Poppy frowned. Gerald stuck his tongue out at the offending girl. "Imelda, why do you keep calling your only friends at Hogwarts losers?"

Imelda ignored the remark, flipped her hair behind her shoulders. "It keeps the fans in line. Got to remind you lot of your place."

The Slytherin girl turned her sights onto the other Hufflepuff who was still wallowing in the grass in self-pity. "Anyway, I came to collect on my good deed. Some token of appreciation would be nice. Even a thanks would do."

The Hufflepuff sighed. She pinched her nose in frustration at the annoyance that was Imelda Reyes. Rolling over to her side, she faced the Slytherin captain. She propped up her chin on her hand. Nothing that Imelda ever have to share was interesting. "Imelda, what is it now? Why should I be groveling at your feet for this time?"

"You should be thanking me for saving your relationship with Sallow." Imelda nonchalantly stated.

The new girl spluttered, her chin slipping off of her hand and hitting the ground. She made a pained noise, rubbing at the growing bruise. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me." Imelda inspected her glossy green nails. "It's painful to see you two fumbling about like Quidditch little league toddlers. I just gave a gentle nudge in the right direction."

The bottom of her stomach was in free-fall. Imelda "helping" was never a good thing, despite what the Slytherin believed. "Imelda, what did you do?"

Imelda grinned. "Oh, you know, just started a rumor that Ominis was the one who gave you the scarf."

She finally sat up. Bits of grass stick to the Hufflepuff's hair. "Why on earth would you do that, Imelda? The whole school is going to think that Ominis is courting me!"

"Indeed."

Natty frowned. "I have to admit. I do not see the game you are trying to play. How does that help our friend?"

Imelda rolled her eyes. It was sometimes frustrating being the only Slytherin of their girl group. They were so slow to stack the odds to get what they wanted. They were so narrow-minded as they achieved their goals, seeing only a couple paths towards victory instead of the millions of possibilities Imelda always saw.

"Boys like Sallow are easy to manipulate. Start a rumor that his best friend is seeing the love of his life, and the boy will make sure to do everything in his power to correct the record." Imelda flicked off a speck of dirt on her otherwise well-polished nails. "He'll come crawling back to you in a week tops."

Poppy oo'ed in approval, clapping excitedly at the new development. Natty shot her a judging look. Poppy dropped her "oo's" to a respectful volume.

The other Hufflepuff gaped in silence, at a loss for words. "Sebastian's one of the smartest people I know. He can pick up even the most difficult spells on the first try." She crossed her arms. "He's too smart to fall for your tricks, Imelda."

Her compatriots were silent. Natty, Poppy, and Imelda ginned and looked at each other deviously. Poppy was the first to bust out in laughter, causing the other two to join in. The offended girl scowled behind her green scarf, annoyed.

The Hufflepuff rolled her eyes. "You all think so low of him. I'm telling you, Sebastian's not the type to care about this sort of petty thing. You'll see."

"Oh, we'll see alright." Imelda sneered. "I bet my best broomstick that your Slytherin will come crawling back to you on his knees. Why I bet he's foaming at the mouth right now."

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Sebastian was practically foaming at the mouth. He wanted to scream and pull his hair out. Back in the sanctuary of his dorm room, he could finally take off the mask of indifference he'd been wearing all day. Ever since he eavesdropped on the rumors surrounding the new student, they have followed him incessantly, mocking him. It seems like all the students, all the professors, even the godforsaken portraits were talking about the 'newest couple in Hogwarts'. How on earth that anyone could see her and Ominis actually together was beyond him.

Speaking of Ominis, Sebastian glanced over at his friend who was sitting comfortably in his own bed, reading a book in braille. Ominis looked serene as if he was above the petty comments of the commoners of Hogwarts.

Suspiciously aloof in Sebastian's opinion.

"How are you not bothered by all of this?" Sebastian asked. He squinted his eyes, trying to see if he could catch Ominis in the act of trickery.

Ominis sighed, marking his place in his book before closing it with an air of finality. He had foolishly hoped that the silly rumors going around Hogwarts wouldn't upset his best friend too much. The students of Hogwarts were constantly talking Sebastian after all. Gossiping about his charm around the female students, about his duels, about him getting detention for the second time that week. Sebastian was never bothered by gossip, seeming revealing in it.

This rumor was different, it would seem.

"I'm not sure what you're on about." Ominis tried.

Sebastian could smell something was up. "Don't you play dumb with me. You know exactly what I'm referring to. The whole school thinks our new friend is seeing you. Now, I believe that the heresy isn't true." Sebastian's voice threatened to crack. "Is there any reason to believe otherwise?"

The accused boy huffed, rolling his eyes. "Merlin, Sebastian, you really live up to the infamous Slytherin jealousy."

"Don't you avoid the subject." Sebastian said.

Ominis frowned, confused. "Why don't you just correct the rumors? Haven't you been courting her the whole time?"

Sebastian scowled, turning away from his friend, hiding the disappointment on his face. He'd thought that everything was going so well. Her secretive smiles and stolen glances whenever she thought Sebastian wasn't looking her way. The way she stared openly and unapologetically mid-duel as his muscles strained under the force of his spells.

"No, we're just friends, Ominis." Sebastian responded stiffly. "That's all there is too it."

Sebastian had thought that she returned his affections, especially when she accepted his scarf, a calling card of his intentions to woo her. He thought things were going even better when she invited him to an date to Three Broomsticks, reminiscing about their first of many troll attacks. Sebastian thought the date had gone perfectly when he walked her like a gentleman to her dorm.

It wasn't until she bid him a cordial, kind but only friendly, goodbye that he had realized how wrong he was. She had not returned to give Sebastian her own yellow and black scarf, a token of her acceptance towards the courting. And Sebastian had stood in front of the wine casket that hid the Hufflepuff common room, scarfless, lamenting in what an absolute fool he had been.

Ominis's frown deepened. "Enough of this nonsense, Sebastian. She's interested in you. I mean, half of the female population is. I can hear the way you two talk to each other."

Sebastian chuckled darkly. "If that were true, I'd be wearing a yellow scarf."

It had stung. The blatant, but very gentle rejection that she had given him. Sebastian wasn't raised to be a troll to woman, and Anne had taught him to be better than his peers, so he allowed himself a few days to wallow before swallowing his pride. It was privilege enough that she would be friends with him after all that had happened in their 5th year.

He was an idiot for thinking that someone as amazing as her would want to be with someone who's done so much bad as him.

Ominis shook his head. "I'm sorry, Sebastian, but I am convinced that something is afoot between the two of you. As both your friend and her friend, I can say without a shadow of doubt that the feelings are mutual. I think the time for games is finished. You must confess your feelings towards her."

Sebastian scoffed at the ridiculous notion. It's like Ominis wasn't even listening to him. Sebastian had literally just finished explaining how not interested she was in him.

"Gyffindors don't have a monopoly on courage, Sebastian." Ominis chided. "We Slytherins are brave enough to get what we want. We always have been."

Sebastian narrowed his eyes. He could feel the venom on his tongue. "Oh? How's courting my sister working for you?"

Sebastian wasn't sure what reaction he was expecting from Ominis. What Sebastian was for sure not expecting was for a blush to creep its way up Ominis's neck. His best friend sat ramrod straight, as still as a statute. Ominis was incapable of schooling his expression and looked like a child who was caught in a lie.

Sebastian's mouth dropped at Ominis's shift in demeanor. While he had some suspicions over the nature of Ominis's outings beyond Hogwarts grounds, it was a different matter entirely to have confirmation that Ominis was attempting to woo his twin sister.

The two boys were quiet, frozen in place. The air in the dorms was stifling and awkward.

Ominis cleared his dry throat, very comfortable with pretending that he was also selectively deaf. "Well, anyways, it is my humble opinion that our friend is head over heels for you. All you need to do is ask."

Sebastian threw up his arms. He was going to get nowhere with this infuriating boy. Giving up, he collapsed, face first, on his bed, defeated.

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The Hufflepuff sighed, chewing on the end of her quill. Sitting on one of the dusty decrepit armchairs of the Undercroft, she relished in these moments of silence. No one, student, professor, or villager, was asking anything of her. Instead, she could simply be alone with her thoughts.

Unfortunately, her thoughts often revolved around Sebastian.

She rested her head against her fist and blew a raspberry in frustration. The parchment before her was riddled with crossed out phrases and giant bleeding blotches of ink where her quill had paused. She had spent the whole afternoon trying to come up with…something to say to Sebastian. Four hours of work only to come up with nothing. Ugh. Why did words have to be so hard?

Maybe everyone was right. It would be much easier just to throw him a Hufflepuff jumper and call it a day.

Before she could finalize her thoughts, the iron gates of the Undercroft swung open. She hastily stuffed the quill and parchment into a random pocket in her bags. She couldn't help but fix her hair, just in case it was Sebastian.

In walked the very man who had been on her mind all day. And Sebastian Sallow looked rather miffed. Hands already clenched in frustrations, he walked up to her. His eyes trailed up and down her form.

"What are you wearing?" he asked without preamble.

There was a sense of deja vu at the question. "My school uniform? Because…I go here? I'm a Hogwarts student?"

Sebastian frowned. "Where's your scarf?"

She huffed. Really? Out of millions of important things they had to talk about: Sebastian's behavior, Anne, their maybe date, their questionable relationship status. Her scarf was the thing he chose to fixate on? "It's warm outside, Sebastian. Why on earth would I be wearing a scarf in the spring?"

He scowled, now pacing unable to contain his anxiety. So she decided not to wear his scarf anymore. What did this mean? This only proved Sebastian's theory that she did reject his affections. Ominis's words of encouragement last night only worsened Sebastian's current mood. Ominis had no idea what he was talking about. Maybe after all this time, she finally learned the symbolism behind the gifted scarf and was appalled at Sebastian's rather forward claim on her. Maybe the rumors were to be believed, and she was interested in Ominis. Maybe her and Ominis "studying at the library together" actually had no studying whatsoever. Maybe-

His thoughts got interrupted when something rather soft smacked him square in the face. Whatever the scratchy material was had hit in right in his open eyes. His eyes watered, stinging at the insult.

"What in Merlin's beard?" He ripped the offending fabric off his face.

In his hands was a warm, yellow and black striped Hufflepuff scarf. The one that she had worn throughout the fall. The one that always managed to hide her teasing smiles and blushes. It smelled of their shared apple tarts and a bit singed at the edges as if one of her Confringo spells exploded a bit too close for comfort.

It smelled like her.

He looked up to catch her gaze. She was leaning with all her weight on one foot with her arms crossed, slightly annoyed at the silly affair.

Sebastian recovered quickly. He couldn't stop the grin from his face. He felt like he was back to his old self, just like how he was when the two of them first met. "Well, well, I was waiting for you to pay me back eventually. Nice to know that Hufflepuffs have some manners."

She huffed, tired of these games and double-speak. "You know, if you don't want it, you can always give it back."

"Now hold on," Sebastian cut her off, already wrapping it possessively around his neck in intricate woven pattern so tight so she couldn't even separate it from him if he tried. "I never said I didn't appreciate the gift."

She rolled her eyes. Walking up to him, she picked at the scarf on instinct, fluffing it in a more comfortable manner for him. "This is frankly so dumb."

He hummed in delight at his Hufflepuff fussing over him. With her so close to him now, he felt like a purring Kneazle. "Well, as dumb as you think it is, I think I look rather fetching in yellow. Don't you think so, sweetheart?"

She choked on her spit, hands frozen on her scarf. She missed the safety of the green and silver scarf that allowed her to hide her expressions from the world around her. With a scarlet face, she muttered. "Sebastian Sallow, you know I find you attractive."

Sebastian smirked, preening under her words.

Whatever speech she had drafted now forgotten in favor of venting her frustrations out onto him. "You should also know that you drive me absolutely bonkers. I just can't believe we had to go through this whole song and dance. Merlin, I've been drunk on the Amortentia that is you, Sebastian Sallow, for a whole two years now." Her hands tighten the grip that she had on hers (now Sebastian's?) yellow scarf. "I've been in love with you ever since you first took me to Hogsmeade. Merlin's beard, Sebastian, I've taken you as my companion to every poacher duel I can think of. We explore the most dangerous dungeons together. We fight off foul Acromantulas together. And it takes a silly yellow scarf for you to finally realize my feelings for you?"

She finally looked up at him, her fierce eyes finding his. What she wasn't expecting was a rare moment of vulnerability on Sebastian's face. The confident charming boy before her looked uncertain all of a sudden.

His rough hands reached up to gently meet hers, holding her in place. "Why would someone as good as you want someone who's done so much evil like me?"

And therein laid the truth of Sebastian's fears. If the savior of Hogwarts was too good for people as dull and drab as Garreth or Prewett, then in what world would she want to be with someone who had so much blood on his hands as Sebastian? No, she deserved the best. And it certainly wasn't someone like him.

She was flabbergasted. She was so used to the Sebastian Sallow she first met. The boy whose Slytherin ambitions urged him to greedily take what was rightfully his. Where was the young brash and carefree optimistic boy whose boldness and forwardness had charmed her?

She gently removed her hands from his. His expression was caged off from her. Gently, she reached up to caress his face, angling his chin slightly downwards so he could look at her in the eye. He turned to her, like a wilting flower dying for the sun. The walls around him melted as his knitted brow soften to look at her.

"Sebastian, you are rash and reckless. You are possessive and incredibly jealous, even though you have no reason to be." The other boy looked away, trying to pull away from her. She held his chin in place forcing him to look at her. He looked gorgeous in yellow.

"You're also the most devoted person I know, devoted to Ominis, to Anne, to me. You fight so fiercely to protect what is yours both on the battlefield and off of it. Everything you have done, both the good and the awful, has been because of your love. Everything that you are, your recklessness, your kindness, has been because of your love, your devotion to those that you care for. How could I not fall in love with you?"

The bright joyous colors brought a sunny aura to his usual darkened expressions. The Hufflepuff scarf around his neck made him look lighter, more open to the possibilities around him. The hues of yellow reflected the golden flecks that were hidden in his brown eyes.

He scoffed, trying not to think too hard at her words, not willing to break into a million pieces in front of her. "You are so brilliant, sweetheart, you could have anyone you wanted in the world. I'm just a boy from some hamlet who couldn't even save his sister."

Her shoulders softened. Oh, Sebastian. "That's not true. I am here with you, Sebastian. I am choosing to be here with you. I will always choose to be here with you, in this moment."

He could see her eyes dip down to look at his lips. And with that, it was like the weak dam to his flood of emotions was broken. He surged forward catching her lips in his. His hands flew up to cup both sides of her face, marveling at the beauty he was holding. She responded in turn, throwing her hands around his neck. She met the storm that was Sebastian with equal ferocity. Her lips pressed forward, almost bruising him with the passionate intention behind it.

He could feel the curl of her smile against his. Her long eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks as if they were kissing the freckles that they found there. She smelled of their shared apple tarts, and her lips were warm against his. In her arms, he felt safe, like the world was created just for the two of them.

Lungs dying, he could barely stand ripping himself away from her. He rested his forehead against hers, not wanting to let go of this moment even for a second. His thumb was still caressing her cupped face, marveling at the miracle that was the savior of Hogwarts.

"You should know, you are never getting your scarf back." Sebastian quipped.

She let out a breath of laughter. Sebastian eagerly chased it with another quick kiss. Later, much, much later, after he was finished kissing his darling silly, he'll walk out the Undercroft with a yellow scarf around his neck holding hands with his Hufflepuff wearing that green scarf of hers.

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anna-the-undertaker · 1 month

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The living room of the House of Lamentation was unusually quiet, which was never a good sign. MC stood in the center, their expression twisted in frustration as they paced back and forth like a caged animal. The brothers watched from a safe distance, sensing the impending explosion. This wasn’t the usual kind of annoyance, like when Levi hogged the Wi-Fi or Mammon tried to steal their snacks—no, this was something else entirely.

MC suddenly stopped pacing and threw their hands in the air, letting out a dramatic groan that echoed through the room. “You know what? I’ve figured it out! I know what God really wants, dammit!”

The brothers blinked in unison, caught off guard. Satan arched an eyebrow, while Mammon looked around nervously, as if expecting lightning to strike at any moment. Asmo, always the drama enthusiast, leaned in slightly, eager to hear what was coming next.

MC’s voice grew louder, filled with exasperation. “He wants me to kill my motherfucking self!”

There was a beat of stunned silence. Beelzebub paused mid-chew on a sandwich, while Leviathan’s game controller slipped from his hands. Lucifer’s eyes narrowed, but he said nothing, waiting to see where this outburst was headed.

“But the joke’s on him!” MC continued, their voice rising to a near-shout as they jabbed a finger toward the ceiling, as if personally challenging the heavens. “I ain’t gone give that motherfucker the satisfaction!”

A beat, and then…

“Wait, what?” Mammon blurted out, his confusion clear as day. “Did ya just—what? MC, what the hell are ya talkin’ about?”

MC threw their hands up in mock exasperation. “You heard me! If there’s some grand cosmic plan to mess with my life, well, guess what? I’m not playing along! God can take that idea and shove it right up his ass!”

Belphegor, who had been dozing on the couch, cracked one eye open and mumbled, “Pretty sure if anyone’s getting a rise out of this, it’s you.”

MC shot him a look, but there was no real heat behind it. “Yeah, well, maybe I’m tired of getting kicked around by fate, or destiny, or whatever cosmic nonsense is at work here. I mean, what’s next? A divine memo telling me I need to take up knitting to ‘fulfill my true purpose’?”

Leviathan finally recovered from his shock, picking up his controller again. “If God’s out here trying to troll you, then maybe you should just… uninstall?” he suggested weakly, half-joking.

MC’s laugh was more of a snort. “Right! And where’s the ‘leave game’ button, huh? You see it anywhere? Because I sure don’t!”

Asmodeus sidled closer, a playful smile on his lips. “Darling, if the universe really is conspiring against you, it’s doing a pretty terrible job. I mean, look at you—you’re still here, still fabulous, and still driving us all crazy in the best possible way.”

MC couldn’t help but grin at that. “Damn right. I’m not going anywhere. God’s got another thing coming if He thinks I’m checking out early.”

Lucifer, who had been silently observing the entire exchange, finally spoke, his tone dry. “While I appreciate your… spirited determination, perhaps it’s best not to challenge divine entities so casually.”

MC crossed their arms, smirking. “Let them try me, Luci. I’ve got an army of demons, an endless supply of sarcasm, and enough stubbornness to outlast eternity.”

Beel shrugged and resumed eating. “I’m just glad you’re not planning on going anywhere. We’d miss your cooking too much.”

There was a collective groan from the others, but it was clear that the tension had broken. MC’s outburst, as wild and over-the-top as it was, had become just another bizarre moment in their chaotic life with the brothers. And honestly? That was just fine with them.

With a final huff, MC plopped down on the couch beside Belphie, grabbing a pillow to squeeze. “You know what? Forget divine drama. I’m just gonna focus on what’s important—like how to get Mammon to finally pay back that money he owes me.”

“Hey, what the hell!” Mammon yelped, his face turning red. “I said I’m good for it!”

MC’s laughter echoed through the house, and the brothers joined in, the earlier tension now nothing but a distant memory. After all, when you’re living in the Devildom, sometimes the only way to deal with cosmic absurdity is with a good sense of humor—and a lot of sass.

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me mc #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me belphegor #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me chaotic mc

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luceafarul-de-dimineata · 6 months

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While the nobles are shipping MC with their kings, what would happen if MC makes an anonymous account and starts shipping the kings with each other as a joke to troll the demons? Maybe even ship the seraphim with them?

I think that there is a seprate community for king x king shippers, but they're at war with the MC x king shippers.

Anonymus: Satan and Mammon would make such a power couple. Just imagine a union betwen the two! I can't this is OTP of the year

Eligos: They would <3 Imagine the child of Solomon between the two! It would be so cute!!!

Anonymus: No, I mean, just Satan and Mammon. I don't think the child of Solomon could fit in there. I think they're a bit over-rated

Eligos: Listen here you little shit!

Eligos: You can take your awful ship and Solomon slander to the king shippers forum and leave us normal people here

Foras: IP: 62946.02854.72794

I think most of them won't care that much, but there are some that are very intense about it. Just make sure nobody from Hades is active online while you do your trolling, cause you'll get doxxed. People in Hades have no chill

If you start shipping anyone with the Seraphim, you're putting a huge target on your back. I have this visual image of MC writing fanfiction about Michael x Lucifer while in Paradise Lost and Lucifer just stares at their phone with all his hope in humanity dying slowly with every word you type out.

"Michael takes Lucifer's hands and makes his way towards the fallen angel's mouth. The atmosphere is hot, but his brother is hotter is all Michael could think as their lips finally touched"

You giggle as you write that down in your notes app, unaware that one of your creative muses is standing right next to you. He sighs and puts a hand on your sholder.

"I don't think there's any cure for what you have. I'm not mad... I'm just disappointed."

You'll not be seeing Lucifer any time soon, he's in his room rethinking his love life.

If you post anything seraphim x king related, you'll get harassed by some of the more reactive bunch (Eligos, Gamigin, Foras, Amon) and blocked by the calmer ones (Paimon mostly. He's been on the internet for longer than anyone here, he knows how the block button works)

If/When they find out that you were just trolling, they'll be surprised and confused to say the least. Some of them would laugh it off, but the one's that are extremely invested in the MC shipper community would need to emotionally recover. They'll all be very appologetic if they said anything bad to you. Foras would probably beg Leviathan to hang him because he doxxed you. He can't live knowing that he hurt the child of Solomon. (It's fine nobody got harmed... as far as you know.)

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb lucifer #whb michael #whb x reader #whb eligos #whb foras #whb gamigin #whb paimon #whb amon #whb beelzebub #whb satan #whb mammon #whb leviathan #shipper au

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morlao · 1 month

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Headcanon

(aka Sebastian constantly annoying Ominis bc he can't stop talking about MC)

Pairing:

Sebastian Sallow x fem!slytherin!reader

•••

It started the very first day.

After Sebastian had talked to you in the Slytherin common room he couldn't stop thinking about that mysterious new girl.

Actually he had planned to read more about a potential antidote for Anne that evening, but he couldn't concentrate anymore.

For hours he was staring at the pages until he finally realized it's no use.

Lost in thought he stormed into his dormotory where Ominis was just getting ready for bed. "How can I befriend the new girl?"

"Is this a serious question? You never worried about making friends before."

"Just answer my question."

Ominis shrugged. "Well, she's new here. You could offer to show her around."

A grin appeared on Sebastian's face. "Sounds like a plan. I'll talk to Professor Weasley about it tomorrow."

•••

Some days later, after he lost your duel in Professor Hecat's class, Sebastian didn't seem pissed at all - which surprised Ominis very much.

Sebastian hated losing, in fact he acted like a little kid about to throw a tantrum.

Ominis had to step in multiple times to save his classmates or the ancient furniture. But you. Sebastian didn't seem angry at all. On the contrary, he seemed to like you even more. He just couldn't shut up about your good technique.

"She's a brilliant duelist. I didn't have a chance. Amazing technique!"

This was the first time Ominis suspected that his friend might have a crush on you.

•••

However, Ominis decided not to talk to him about it - not yet. After all, he wasn't sure if Sebastian himself had noticed it.

Ominis decided to give him a little more time... until Sebastian accompanied you to Hogsmeade and the two of you DEFEATED A TROLL.

He couldn't believe it when Sebastian told him about it during dinner. The way he described you and your fighting skills, so detailed, so excited.

He was so busy with talking that he almost forgot to eat. Some of the other students that were sitting near them giggled as they watched him.

Imelda showed her typical grin. "Sounds like someone is in love", she teased.

Sebastian stared at her as if he had just realized that she might be right. As if it wasn't obvious to him before.

•••

A few days later Sebastian told Ominis about his feelings for you for the first time. He seemed to have fallen fast and hard.

"Ominis, I guess I'm in love with her."

Ominis facepalmed. "Oh, really? What a surprise."

"I've never met someone like her before. You have to meet her! I've got a feeling that she'll bring lots of adventure."

So a few days later, Sebastian introduced you to each other.

•••

From that day on, you were Sebastian's main topic.

Whenever he hung out with Ominis, you were all he talked about.

After you had met Ominis and the two of you became friends, it got a little easier. Since you three were together most of the time, Sebastian couldn't simp about you anymore. What a relief!

Ominis made sure you were always around. You two got along very well and he really liked you.

You shared the same sense of humor, you liked reading and often read to him and you often told him about your life before Hogwarts.

It didn't take long until Sebastian got jealous. "Are you trying to steal her away from me?"

This was the first time in years that Ominis felt anger burning inside him. "Do you really think I would ever do that? Do you really think I'm such a bad friend?"

Immediately Sebastian felt guilty. "I'm sorry, I didn't..."

Ominis nodded. "It's okay and just that you know... she's like a sister to me."

•••

Whenever it was just the two of them and Seb sighed Ominis was just ignoring it.

He was naive enough to ask what was wrong the first time and.... never again. He didn't get one hour of sleep that night.

Unfortunately Seb never took Ominis' silence as an answer. He walked up straight to his bed in the middle of the night, sat down on the edge and sighed again heavily.

Annoyed Ominis turned around and sat up with an extra exaggerated yawn, but of course Seb didn't care.

As soon as he saw that Ominis was awake he started.

Ominis didn't even have to say the annoyed "what?"

"It's just... she's hanging out with Garreth a lot lately and..."

"Yeah because that's what friends do. They hang out together."

"I don't think Garreth wants to be just friends."

They've had this conversation a million times already. Ominis didn't know what to say anymore, it didn't matter anyway, as Sebastian wouldn't listen to his tips. He never did.

"Seb just go to sleep."

"You studied together this afternoon, didn't you? Did she say something about me?"

"Yeah, that you're annoying."

"Come on, tell me what she really said."

"She did say that. Also she thinks that you're stubborn but a good friend."

"Did she sound like she liked me? As more than a friend, you know."

Ominis let out an annoyed growl. "You are aware that I'm trying to sleep?"

"Did she sound like she liked me?"

"FOR MERLIN'S SAKE! Go to sleep, maybe I'll tell you tomorrow. "

•••

To be honest, Ominis was pretty sure that you liked Sebastian.

You had never said anything like that but he had enough of other evidence.

Being blind made you pay attention to the details after all. For example how your way of speaking changed whenever Sebastian came around.

Your voice got a little higher, you talked faster and he was pretty sure he could hear you smiling the whole time.

Damn, he was pretty sure the two of you were looking at each other like lovesick idiots and were still completely oblivious. It was frustrating!

•••

When Sebastian finally found the courage to plan his confession, of course he annoyed Ominis again.

Why the hell did he think Ominis knew everything about girls and how to tell them he's in love?

Ominis didn't have a girlfriend and he also wasn't the girls' number one crush.

Nevertheless Sebastian thought he was the perfect contact person for this. "Ominis, please, I don't know what to say."

"Trust your instincts, you're good with words."

Ominis himself wasn't sure if that's a good tip to give. Yes, Sebastian was charming, but around you he acts either like a total jerk or a player. And from what he knew about you, he could tell for sure that you wouldn't wanna date a player.

"Maybe you should act more like a gentleman around her", he corrected himself.

Sebastian seemed offended. "I am a gentleman. I'm charming."

"You don't seem like a gentlemen, you seem like a flirt. Today you said 》bella ciao《 to her and winked at her."

Sebastian grimaced. "Yeah, but sometimes I do act like a gentleman. I always accompany her to her classes, I carry her books and I give her my notes when she skips classes again."

"Okay, then slip in subtle hints of liking her."

"I saved her from detention when Peeves caught us in the forbidden section of the library. Does she really think I would do that for everyone?"

•••

The following night was again a living nightmare for Ominis.

He had barely fallen asleep when he heard Seb (who had been tossing and turning in his bed the whole time) calling out his name. "Ominis, are you awake?"

"What do you want?" At this point Ominis didn't even try to hide the fact that he was annoyed.

"I'm not sure if I should really confess tomorrow... I mean... what should I say?"

"Trust me... when you're standing in front of her, you'll know."

The truth was, Ominis wasn't sure about this advice, he actually just wanted Seb to shut up and let him sleep.

On top of that, he was pretty sure, you liked Seb, so there was no reason for him to be nervous.

"But Ominis, she's way out of my league. She's incredibly smart and talented. She's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen and have you seen the way she smiles when she..."

"Okay, enough!" Ominis sat up and sighed heavily, giving up a fight he couldn't win anyway. "Maybe you should imagine you're talking to me. Say it exactly the way you tell me about her."

For a moment Seb was quiet, which Ominis thought to be a good sign.

"Okay, I'll try. But Ominis..."

"SEBASTIAN SALLOW, I SWEAR TO MERLIN, ONE MORE WORD AND I'LL..."

•••

The next day, Seb was waiting for you in the common room.

It was a pretty nice day, so most of the people were outside, only a couple of first years were sitting at a table, giggling and laughing.

"Fuck, I'm nervous...", Sebastian murmured, running a hand through his hair.

"Hey" Ominis smiled "You don't need to be."

"Can I practise before she comes in?"

Ominis grimaced. "Okay, if that's what it takes for you to leave me alone..."

"Yeah, I promise..." Sebastian cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair. "Okay... there is something that I want to tell you. First of all, you're amazing! You're the bravest and most talented person I've ever met. You're the only one who can beat me at a duel. And.... I'm not sure if this will ruin our friendship but I think I'm in love with you."

You rose your eyebrow, an amused smile on your lips. "Wow, I didn't know you could be that romantic."

Sebastian whirled around, his face as red as the Gryffindor's flag. "Y/N! You're... here..."

You can't help but laugh. You've never seen him this embarrassed before. "Yeah, you asked me to come, remember?"

"Hi Y/N", Ominis greeted you with a smile, before stepping back and signalling for Seb to go on.

"So... I... I wanted to tell you something", Seb started, struggeling to find the right words. He didn't expect you to show up so early, catching him completely unprepared.

Your gace darted from Ominis to Seb. Why was he acting so weird. "Does it have something to do with your confession to Ominis?"

Again, Seb's head turned bright red. "Well, actually... that confession was for you."

You looked at him completely startled. It was for you? Everything he said about falling in love and ruining your friendship?

It was your dream come true.

Nevertheless you tried to play it cool, rising an eyebrow and shooting him a grin. "Oh and you confused me with him because we look so alike?"

At first Sebastian looked at you confused, but as he realized you were joking, he became more relaxed. "Yep, you really do. Are you sure you're not twins?"

"Not exactly."

Both of you laughed, then Sebastian stepped closer, softly grabbing your hand. "Okay, I guess I have to make sure to confess to the right person this time... Y/N, I've been in love with you for quite a while now and... I wanted to ask if you want to go on a date with me."

Damn his smile, his charming smile.

"I would love to", you smile back and Sebastian's face lights up like a Christmas tree.

You step closer to him, intertwining your fingers behind his neck while pulling him down towards you.

You can feel a firework exploding in your chest, when your lips finally collide. His kiss is soft and sweet at first but starts to become more passionate pretty fast.

You couldn't believe it. You were really kissing Sebastian Sallow!

Ominis clears his throat and the two of you let go of each other. "I might not be able to see you, but that doesn't mean that I can't hear you snogging."

Both of you blush deeply and giggle. "Sorry, Ominis!"

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow x f!reader #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow #slytherin

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raenegade-accio · 2 months

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Beware the following mindless deranged rambling that randomly hit me at 3am, but I can't be the only one who felt this way when playing for the first time...

Not having Officer Singer conspiring with Rookwood was a big fat missed opportunity

And whether it was intentional or not, it was all perfectly laid out for a plot like this since the start!

From her first theatrically heroic appearance in Hogsmeade:

As a Magical Law Enforcement Officer, I assume Singer is equipped with the basic knowledge of evacuation procedures e.g. steeling all persons away from the ongoing threat and ensuring they exit the area safely.

But what did she do instead?

Luring the massive troll into rampaging further into Hogsmeade, leaving a pair of 15-year-olds completely out in the open, vulnerable to new imminent dangers. And sure enough, as soon as MC and Natty/Sebastian were alone, another troll bursted in, mere seconds after Singer left the scene.

What's not to say she was only there to clear of any potential civilian witnesses, using the first troll to scare them away under the guise of doing her job, while the second troll quickly comes crashing in, with MC being served up in a silver platter.

Later we saw Singer comes running back and is understandably surprised to see MC unscathed. We get this strange piece of dialogue:

She didn't bother assessing, or at least securing the crime scene when it's literally the first step to ensure an initial investigation can later be conducted properly. Instead she does the complete opposite by having someone else to practically wipe it clean of anything worth further investigating; there definitely would’ve been debris or bits of damaged armour with lingering traces of dark magic, now all gone. Then she just vanished, leaving a couple of teenagers alone in an deserted area, again.

Later we meet Rookwood for the first time.

From here we learned that Rookwood watched the whole incident unfold, implying he planned to abduct MC at the first chance he got, one which Officer Singer very conveniently provided. The only thing stopping him was seeing the new kid had absolutely Thanos-ed a troll using an unfamiliar form of magic.

And he wasn't exactly discreet either. Rookwood, an infamous criminal gang leaders was allowed to so nonchalantly wander around Hogsmeade in the broad daylight and it was clear he could to barge into public establishments whenever he wanted while openly threatening a pair of minors. A Dark Wizard who was now actively stalking a literal child got to walk away scot-free. Pretty lenient...

At this point it wouldn't be too outrageous to say Singer is systematically participating in organised wizarding crime. Here's an interesting piece of dialogue from Rookwood:

"Favours." now we have proof that Rookwood somewhat has a little power in the Ministry. There could've been a transactional relationship between Rookwood and Singer too.

British policing wasn't exactly well liked; venal and corrupt as it was, elite officers colluding with criminals weren't new.

Assuming it applied to the Wizarding World too.

At the era HL takes place (the 1800s), bribery and cover-ups were daily occurrences, which could garner favours that often came from the very criminals from whom corrupt officers have collected in exchange for "turning a blind eye".

This one's a bit of a stretch to be honest, but it may have explained how Rookwood evidently was able to be as active as he was for "months." And it certainly would make more sense in how Singer maintained keep her position a lawwoman that's reputable and admired by the locals as long as she did despite her blatant inactions, considering the possibilities he helped pulled some strings.

It'd be too easy to claim Officer Singer was never fired simply by theorising the Department of Magical Law Enforcement were as unfit, unintelligent and incapable as the forces from the Victorian Metropolitan Police.

But it's later found out the locals felt very differently:

People trusted her, relied on her. They felt safe whenever she's near and all have nothing but praises for her.

Imagine the potential - the level of public outrage and betrayal - among the common folk, that the person who was supposed to defend them has been aiding the Ashwinders extorting, threatening and bullying them this whole time, possibly allowing said group access to all the needed private information to terrorise them even further (e.g. their names, private residences, workplaces and occupations, and all that of their loved ones, too)

This can easily be backed up by Natty’s questline: A Basis for Blackmail

We meet a few of the victims - targeted by Theophilus Harlow, another notorious Ashwinder leader and Rookwood’s right hand man - most notably Mr Isko Rabe and his wife.

Harlow knew their names, where Mrs Rabe worked (Gringotts), what she and her husband do for a living (bank security and curse breaker) and where they lived (to plant the threatening note and destroy their garden). Both careers are as high profile as they are dangerous, so it’s not surprising Mrs Rabe was approached about extorting the bank itself. What is disquieting was that their private homes were infiltrated a little too easily, especially concerning her husband is a talented curse-breaker.

Interestingly, Mrs Rabe and officer Singer were likely colleagues (as per the cutscene of the first Hogsmeade troll attack, you can see Mrs Rabe following closely behind Singer). Someone with Singer’s position would have all the necessary connections and know-how to learn all she needs to someone of lower rank, especially when divulging them to a powerful gang leader she may had been conspiring with…

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I got so excited because I was convinced there would be a twist of some sort, where we may get to pull a Houdini or a Scooby-Doo then unmask Singer as another sleazy dark witch that's been undercover and lying to the locals for years, secretly exploiting with Rookwood and manipulating the same people she's meant to protect.

I was so mentally prepared for the scandal, already so gleefully imagining the reactions of the villagers, the teachers or students from the sheer betrayal after speaking so highly of her and putting so much trust in that woman.

Imagine my disappointment when I find that she really was just hilariously incompetent 😂

Shit, even MC themselves pointed this out ( after local businesses were being extorted and a student was just kidnapped by a group of adults:

I can always incorporate this post in the fic, that'd be fun.

#hogwarts legacy #ramblings #i think this it's a great use of my time 🤣#i put too much effort into this #but i need to get it off my chest #this is a officer singer hater account lmao #like wtf why this woman still has a job!?

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legacygirlingreen · 10 months

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Live, Laugh… Lizard? // Sebastian Sallow x MC

What happens when a fun outing turns into a slightly frightening experience for MC, and ultimately leads to Sebastian confessing his feelings?

Warnings: lots of flirting, teenagers touching each other (so slight NSFW proceed with caution), kissing, brief mentions of masterbation and sex, etc

Word count: 4k

This was another collaboration with @darch7995 and you can find her audio version of the story here!

“Where exactly are we going again?” She asked skeptically as they strolled through the front gates and started following the path towards Hogsmeade. It had taken much persuading on his end to get her to abandon their “study den” as she had taken to calling it. Exams were swiftly approaching, as was the end of their 6th year, and she had taken on the full load of all the stress for the bulk of their friend group. Sensing her frustration and worry, Sebastian decided that getting her away from the castle for a bit would be helpful to her mental state. She took such great care of everyone else, and he had secretly started to take care of her as much as he could…

“Guess you’ll have to wait and see,” he said with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

As they approached the forbidden forest she looked to the back of his head, almost anticipating that he’d take the left and head inside. Over the last year he had spent much time lugging her out of the castle for various adventures across the highlands, the forbidden forest becoming a frequent spot of theirs due to the easy access to butterbear after their misguided adventures.

Instead he kept walking and she chuckled, causing him to turn back around and raise an eyebrow in question.

“I just assumed you were dragging me out to the forbidden forest to my untimely death as you usually do” she teased and he rolled his eyes.

“Perhaps another time but hopefully there will be no danger on the agenda today” he exclaimed as they moved past the ruins near the path on the way to the small town near the school.

“Hopefully?” She asked, drawing attention to his dramatism around the word during his previous statement and she caught his sly wayward grin as he glanced at her out of the corner of his eyes.

“I never can count danger completely out of the realm of possibility with you, now can I?” He teased and she rolled her eyes

“I don’t think that’s fair” she retorted and he laughed. Not a chuckle either but real, head back, full belly laugh.

“Even the first outing we ever went on together started with a troll attack and ended with you almost getting us into a bar fight” he illustrated his point and she rolled her eyes.

“I’ll have you know the troll wasn’t my fault” she said annoyed and he once again laugh.

“Actually, it was, if you recall. We heard Ranrok say as much in that alley before he sent that arse in a top hat after us” he reminded her and she shrugged.

She didn’t speak, realizing he was right, but refusing to allow him that pleasure. Know it all.

“Kneazle got your tongue darling?” He asked and she rolled her eyes once more.

“Just remembering how that troll knocked you on your arse. At least when I get us into trouble, I always get us out of it.” She said,

“Excuse me for getting knocked down by a troll, not all of us are fortunate enough to have ancient magical powers. Some of us have to rely on pure skill” he retorted

“And it takes skill to get flattened by a troll?” She said with a chuckle and he gave her an indignant glance before gesturing off the path, heading to the black lake.

“It’s going to be dark relatively soon you know” she asked rhetorically.

“Exactly, relatively. I will have you back before dark I promise… wouldn’t want Cinderella out past midnight” he teased and she rolled her eyes, stepping ahead of the path where he was gesturing. Sebastian let out a joyful noise as he raised his fist in success before following behind her.

They walked in silence for a moment, as he tried to remember the way he had taken before and she followed.

“You know the lake is accessible from the school grounds? Do we have to go all the way out here?” She asked and he shrugged pointing down to a root so she would avoid tripping.

“Gone silent on me all of a sudden?” She asked and he smiled, refusing to answer as they walked.

“Perhaps you really do intend to kill me out here” she teased and he let out a small puff of air that resembled a laugh before continuing to be quiet.

“What were we talking about before?” he asked and she kicked a small stone under her shoe.

“The way I saved your life from that troll?” She asked with a chuckle.

“I got in a few good hits…” he reminded her and she took her turn to laugh.

“Well we can’t all be fearless like you are MC” he said somewhat sarcastically, however still laced with humor.

“I'm not fearless” she said.

“I have yet to see a single thing that terrifies you.” He explained and she shrugged.

“You exaggerate, dramatic as always”

“I dare say you’re being modest” he teased.

“If I didn’t know any better Sallow, I’d say you’re eager to get me alone” she teased as they got further and further away from Hogsmeade and the school finding themselves in a desolate area.

“And if I was?” He asked with a grin.

“I’d say it’s adorable” she replied, poking his nose and he scrunched up his face as he swatted away her hand.

“Oi shove off” he warned in reference to her playful condescending tone as he scowled at her hand. Of all the things she could call him, it just had to be adorable.

“I don’t think I will,” she said.

“And why not? I did ask politely” he tried to reason but she shook her head with a chuckle

“Because, messing with you is too much fun” she said and gave his shoulder a gently nudge with her own.

“I disagree” he told her as his cheeks grew red, returning the nudge with his own.

“Feel free to. Doesn’t make me any less correct” she said smugly and he scoffed as they finally made it to where he was taking her.

“I’m going to firmly continue to disagree… Well, what do you think?” He gestured to the spot he’d found. It sat across the lake from the school, and next to the beach under a tree she could see a small blanket already stretched out.

Reaching a hand up he helped her climb over the rocks and into the little area that was mostly hidden.

“Wow, that's perfect. With the way the shore lies and the rocks you almost can’t see back here like a little cave yet… the view of the castle is brilliant… well done my adorable little Sallow” she said with a shit eating grin.

“I would like to remind you that I am not only much larger than you are, but I am definitely not the adorable one” he responded slyly.

“Who is the adorable one then?” She asked

“I’d say you, given your adorably small stature but having seen you calmly fight spiders, inferi, goblins, trolls and much more I’d say your death wish seems more frightening than adorable”

“I’d take offense but unfortunately I have to agree, you’ll find very little makes me tick Sebastian… except for Slytherin boys who drag me out when I should be Stu- MERLIN GET IT OFF ME GET IT OFF ME SEBASTIAN!” She screamed so loud it would’ve raised uncle Solomon from the grave and he nearly jumped from his skin at how loud she got. Looking down at what she was pointing to he couldn’t help but laugh.

“A little lizard? You’re joking.”

The girl shook her head violently as she continued to plead with him to remove the small green lizard from where it had crawled on her leg. It was daring to go underneath her skirt from where she had slid back and Sebastian would have to be careful when removing it to ensure he didn’t go under the hem of her plaid skirt, else she’d have to deal with it on her own. However he decided to enjoy the moment of her being scared for just a bit longer…

“Sebastian please!” She begged.

“Hmm I thought it was “adorable sallow…. I don’t think that he would be very helpful at all, do you?” He teased and she continued to shake her head, staring at the small lizard on her stocking as she tried to even her breathing.

“Plea-“

“It’s just a little lizard and I thought that nothing gets under your skin… I’m sure you can handle this on your own” he teased as he chuckled and she began to whimper.

For a moment he felt triumphant. He finally had her. He finally knew what scared her. And it was a stupid lizard of all things. Not spiders or snakes like most girls. Not large scary creatures like dragons. But small little newts. He couldn’t help but laugh at her plight as she continued to let out small fearful noises.

It wasn’t until her tone shifted and she looked at him with the largest tears welled in her eyes and she begged him with the gentlest of voices that he felt bad.

“Please Bash…” she said through tears and immediately his stomach sank. He felt like a dick. Reaching over he went to move the little lizard off her leg when it did what he had hoped it wouldn’t.

The little guy slipped under her skirt and she immediately started to cry harder as he looked at her nervously.

“I - I can’t….” He tried to explain and she shook her head as she kept attempting to calm herself to no avail.

“I don’t care, just get it OFF!” she begged, leaning back and gesturing to her skirt as he scooted closer.

“Stop moving so much, he’ll keep going north and I don’t intend on plucking a little lizard out of your under garments. So please, relax” he tried to be gentle with his tone, softening it.

“Easy for you to say when it’s not up your skirt” she said through tears as she stopped squirming.

“I can’t say I often wear skirts MC… unless of course kilts count as skirts in your eyes, then on occasion I can see how it could be an occupational hazard of skirt wearing” he tried to use humor to calm her, the effect somewhat working but the fear in her eyes lingered.

She didn’t respond at first but then the creature moved again, and feeling it against her thigh she cried out, taking his advice and not moving as she encouraged him to hurry up.

“Alright, where exactly is it? I don’t want to touch more than I have to… it feels wrong but I know you are scared. Just give me the general area so I’m not going under blind” he told her and she pointed to the area where she last felt it move over the top of her skirt and he let out a frustrated noise. Of course the little guy had perched himself as close to her as possible, making this much more awkward for Sebastian who hadn’t even held hands with a girl before besides Anne.

Getting permission to go up ones skirt - one he thought to be quite pretty, funny and all around incredible no less - was already overwhelming enough.

Moving forward he placed a hand on her knee and she tried not to jump too much at the contact but couldn’t help it. Luckily the unwelcome guest in her skirt didn’t move when she got startled at Sebastian’s movement .

“Alright, you are positive you don’t mind me…” he trailed off, once again turning bright red and she nodded.

“No I don’t care please Seb” she continued to gently cry and he tried to remind himself this was not about him coping a feel under her skirt, he was trying to help her as she was terrified. Putting aside his own concerns and fears, he slowly brought his hand up, using the butt of his palm to move across her thigh until he located the pest.

It had nestled itself right across the top of her thigh, not too far from an area Sebastian would never dare to go without permission, however right when he got close to grabbing it, the lizard decided he had plans to stay in the warm cavern that way her skirt a bit longer.

Sebastian wanted to cry as well when the lizard crawled its way into the gap between her thighs and stayed right over her clothed core.

Was it hot?

Sebastian raised his hand not under her skirt to his forehead as he looked at her with wide eyes. She returned them, and not because she knew he’d have to touch her clothes womanhood but because her greatest fear was already doing the same.

“Seb-“ she went to plead for him to hurry and he sucked in a breath.

“I know, hold still” he told her, voice cracking as he once again located the pest, his long fingers reaching around and finally grabbing the lizard and starting to remove his hand from her skirt.

“Did you…” she asked gently and apprehensively, still feeling remnants of the movement but chalking them up to just ghostly feelings of little lizard feet.

“Yeah I have him right her-“ Sebastian said, removing his hand from her skirt when she started screaming once more.

Sebastian lifted the little creature to see that it had shed its tail in the fright of it all, and that it likely was still somewhere in her skirt as she started wailing and incoherently speaking. The only words he could make out were “I’m going to be sick”.

Tossing the lizard behind them he panicked as she cried. He had on occasion seen broken off tails but he didn’t realize it was because they shed when frightened.

Without permission he once again reached up her skirt, feeling blindly to find the remaining piece of the creature as she kept crying. Tracing his large and warm hand over her thighs, he came up short, eventually he moved closer to her center and right in that dip between thigh and a place he’d love to have explored under other circumstances he found the small scaly nub, removing it with a triumphant grin.

Removing the broken off tail and throwing it in the same direction he had tossed the little reptile. Despite being lizard free she continued to cry and shake and he hated watching a girl who bravely faced down an entire army of goblins wielding wizard magic be reduced to tears over something so small.

“Shh it’s alright I got rid of it, you’re lizard free” he tried to reason with the girl and she kept crying.

“But it was on me!” she said through tears and he used the hand that hadn’t retried the gecko to push them off her face.

“I know, I know. He’s halfway to Hogsmeade for making you cry I promise.” He assured her and explained how he threw it far.

“Sebastian it was up my skirt” she said, slightly calming but still not completely relaxed yet. The thought of it all making her once again shiver and he carefully pulled the girl into him. He never imagined his first time touching a girl - well sort of - would end with tears, yet here he was.

“So was I” he told her with a chuckle.

“Was that your plan all along? Feel me up in the private spot you found by the lake?” She asked, taking his conversational nod to finally calm down. He laughed at her accusation.

“I can assure you I didn’t bring you here to have my hand up your skirt. It wasn’t my plan, maybe a wild fantasy, but not my intent.” he told her, once again growing pink.

“A wild fantasy?” She asked with a gasp.

“Yeah…?” He asked her, not sure what she was getting at.

“You, you- fantasize about… touching me?” She asked cautiously and he sucked in a breath.

“I do. Not necessarily in that way all the time… more like, holding your hand on the way to class… or holding your face in my hands… feeling you hug me… things like that” he tried to explain as he awkwardly lifted a hand to his hair.

“What else do you… think about doing?” She asked as she looked at him with an expression he couldn’t quite place.

“Uh… I’m not really sure I feel comfortable-“ he tried to explain and she scooted closer, carefully collecting his hand in hers as she stared up at him hopefully.

“Please…” she asked him quietly and he sighed, giving her hand a small squeeze as he felt how delicate her palm was aligned with his.

“I… think about kissing you… I wonder how soft your skin is… or how warm you would feel… and how sweet your perfume smells…” he explained awkwardly, his words being calculative as he tried to tell her how he felt.

She moved until her thigh was pressed against his, her body turned toward his own and she let go of his hand to instead grab his wrist as she looked to him with less than confident eyes.

“You can… touch me if you’d like… over clothes that is…” she explained placing his hand on her shoulder so he could decide his own fate.

Sebastian weighed the options and figured reaching down for her breast would be too vulgar but touching her thin wrist and hands wouldn’t cut it. So he settled on the middle ground and gently reached up to cup the back of her neck as his fingers traced the skin under her hair.

He was delighted as she shivered so he brought his other hand up to her face, using his thumbs to push the remaining wetness from her tears off her face. Unlike before when he did it solely with the intent to comfort her, he took his time, tracing her skin and finding it to be as soft as rose petals.

He moved closer, using his hand to cup the side of her cheek and by some miracle of Merlin he found humor to relieve how nervous he felt.

“That doesn’t seem fair as I’ve already been under your skirt…” he teased and she flushed at this.

“That was different…” she explained gently as she awkwardly looked down to her hands which shed laced together in her lap.

“You can touch me too, you know… unless you don’t want to… I understand if you’ve never really found yourself wanting to” he explained and she shook her head at the later part.

“I have…” she hoped he wouldn’t pry but assuming Sebastian would leave a question unanswered was like asking for the sun not to rise.

“What ways have you thought about… touching me…?” He asked her as he trailed his hand down from her cheek to the side of her arm until he collected her hand in his own, waiting to figure out where exactly the girl had wanted to touch him in the past.

“Your um” the girl cleared her throat before resuming, “your hair looks really soft… and I’ve always wondered how thick it is…” she explained and he gently lifted her hand close to his hair giving her permission.

“My hair is always a mess and to be frank I hate dealing with it, so I hardly see the appeal, however… if there’s something you like about it… feel free to explore all you’d like…” he told her, and she gently sunk her fingers into the dark waves that extended over his ear. Feeling the silky texture of his messy hair, she brought her fingers in and out of the sea of chocolate as his eyes fluttered shut.

His hair was much thicker than she’d realized and she had imagined for a while now that it would be, given how it always grew out so largely and it always stayed so high despite not being super long and not being as fine as Ominis’s - who she knew used some form of paste to keep his up higher - while Sebastian’s had enough to stay on its own. Now with her fingers sunk in the dark tresses she could see why. His hair was so, incredibly thick and he had so much of it, it was a miracle how he managed to look even decently put together.

At the feeling of her fingernails on his scalp he had shut his eyes, enjoying the way she played with his dark hair. Something about the way she moved through it, almost like one would pet a dog, calmed him more than he had expected.

Eventually she pulled away and he looked at her with a gentle smile.

“That felt nice” he admitted with a small laugh, reaching up to fix the appearance of his hair where she’d been touching it.

“Yeah it did…” she gave him an encouraging smile and he moved more level with her face as he one again lifted her hand.

“Don’t tell me that’s the only place you've wanted to touch me..” he said with a newly gained sense of confidence given she’d complimented his hair - a feature he so often resented.

“It’s not but…”

“Where else” he slightly demanded and she sighed.

“Your… arms…” she explained and he raised an eyebrow.

“My arms?” He asked.

“I can’t ever tell through clothes how uh… strong you are… and I’ve always wondered how firm they would be if I saw them…” she explained hoping to convey she was curious as to his muscle mass and he smiled at her admission.

“So now we are wanting to see as well as touch…” he teased and she shook her head.

“I -“

“Yes you did… but if you’re so curious go ahead. I can even flex a little if you’d like” he teased and she went to reach out and grab his arm through his robes when she stopped.

“Can you uh…” she trailed off.

“What is it?” He asked her gently.

“Can you take your robe off? Just so I can uh… feel it better?” She asked awkwardly and he smiled.

“Absolutely. I can also take off my blazer if you’d like as well… or is that too much?” He asked as he slipped the cloak off his body and gestured to the buttons on his blazer.

“I think that would be okay… if you did…. You’d still have your shirt on…” she argued and he unbuttoned the blazer, sliding out of it as he remained only in his button down and waist coat, turning to her.

“You can go ahead if you’d like” he encouraged her as he placed her hand on his shoulder.

When her palm rested upon his shoulder, she realized as he sat there how wide he was. It was always difficult to tell in their school uniforms but Sebastian was quite wide. His shoulders were much larger than she’d have predicted.

Sliding her palm down to cup his bicep, she could feel once again how much larger he was than she would’ve guessed. Crossed wands, helping on the farm and various activities he did must have bulked him up.

She almost flinched when she felt his muscle tense and the small smirk on his face says he saw her shock as he flexed the muscle under her hand.

Without permission she decided to feel how strong he might be in other areas as she started feeling over the plains of his chest. He was so positively warm and strong and under his clothes the woody smell he always had was more intense.

“You’re… bigger than I imagined you would be” she explained with a small smile.

“You thought I’d be scrawny? You see the way I eat, I thought you would think I would be pudgy” he teased as she started to retract her hand, and he stopped her, just shy of being over his heart.

“Your heart is racing” she commented and he smiled.

“I know… that tends to happen when I let pretty girls touch me”

“Do you do that often?”

“Only the one” he told her and she smiled.

She reached up, grabbing his hand from where he’d pinned hers to his chest and threading their fingers together. She smiled at him for a moment before blushing and coyly asking.

“Is there anywhere else you’d like to feel? It only seems fair…” she explained and he shifted, unsure how to explain that while he’d love to feel her chest, even if it was just through clothes, asking for that felt wrong.

Seeming to sense his internal struggle she let go of his hand and unclasped her cloak, sliding it off before removing her vest, leaving just her blouse and the layer she had under it.

“What uh…” she gestured to herself and still at war with himself Sebastian blushed.

“It feels… wrong to touch you, even through clothes, without having taken you out or kissed you or-“ he tried to explain and she just brought his hand around her waist and brought herself closer to him until he could feel her breath on his face.

“Then kiss me.” She told him as he stared wide eyed.

“Unless of course you don’t want to…” she explained moving to pull away and Sebastian reached forward, grabbing her face with both hands has he kissed her.

Her lips were soft and the noise that slipped past them into his mouth was intoxicating. Reaching a hand down, he felt the dip of her waist through her clothes and finally having a sense of what and where those curves were always hidden under clothes felt incredible.

Breaking apart he kept on hand cupping her face and the other around her waist.

“That was… nice” he commented, still feeling her body through her shirt as he smiled at her.

“It was… do you feel comfortable enough now to explore what you wanted to earlier?” She asked with a sweet grin and he smiled, leaning down once more.

“Not quite yet but possibly soon enough I will…” he explained before leaning back in and kissing her.

Much later, after dark , when they finally stumbled back into the castle with lips swollen from kissing, and an accidental mark on her neck from his eagerness to please… Sebastian found it hard to separate from the girl after having spent the entirety of the evening pressed against her and kissing.

However the forsaken friend in his pants was glad to finally be given some privacy for some reprieve. Taking her back to her room and kissing her goodnight, he rushed back and spent time clutching himself until he chanted her name and came with the memories of feeling up her soft breasts and plump behind as she had sat in his lap kissing his breathless.

It wasn’t that long after that night, much like the lizard, Sebastian also crawled up her skirt and found himself pressed against her skin while she screamed…

The end.

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hogwartslegacyreactions2 · 5 months

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Hello there, glad to see you again, quick question how would the students, Professors and villains react to MC having an army of puffskein's like 27-41 puffskein's?

A/N: PUFFSKIENS ROLL OUT!! wait, wrong franchise-undercut because EVERYONE is here

HLC REACT TO MC'S PUFFSKIEN ARMY

MC had enough to swarm even the toughest camp. No one could handle the mass of cute they commanded. MC felt more powerful than if they were controlling an armada of dragons. Forget a few dozen. MC has HUNDREDS of rolly polly puff balls. They breed rather quickly

SEBASTIAN SALLOW: He finds it hysterical! Watching MC command the flood of fur to overtake any suspicious encampment they come across is extremely entertaining. The enemies never know what hit them.

OMINIS GAUNT: He's not a fan of Puffskiens. He doesn't like their fascination with his nose. And for MC to willingly capture and breed so many of them is beyond him. He will never go inside the vivarium, even when invited.

ANNE SALLOW: She really likes hanging out in the vivariums. She can just lay down and be cuddled by hundreds of walking pillows. It's rather nice, as long as you wear nose plugs.

IMELDA REYES: Are they serious? No really, stop selling her this cock and bull story of puffskiens defeating wizards. She refuses to believe it until MC opens their nabsack and releases the horde. She has to escape them via broom.

NATSAI ONAI: She applauds MC's creativity. She is sure that the villains of the valley have many defenses against wizards, but who would expect puffskiens?

GARRETH WEASLEY: Unlimited puffskien fur. That's how he sees it. MC produces so much of the stuff, they could stuff a mattress.

LEANDER PREWETT: ...hhwat? This has got to be the single most insane thing he's ever heard of. A literal puffskien army? This will go down in the history books alongside the Bard that tried to teach trolls ballet.

AMIT THAKKAR: Are they sure that's actually safe? For them or the puffskiens? He knows the little things are pretty durable to magic, but they're not invulnerable.

EVERETT CLOPTON: He begs MC to let him borrow the nabsack to use in the Ravenclaw dorm. Why? They'll see.

POPPY SWEETING: This is a lot, even for her. Is MC sure they can handle this many beasts? They may be small, and relatively docile, but they can be quite a handful even in small groups. She does love the irony of poachers and dark wizards being defeated by them, however.

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ELEAZAR FIG: He'll admit, of all the ideas MC has had, this is one of the weirder ones. As long as they're sure they can actually take care of all those beasts, he won't interfere.

MATILDA WEASLEY: MC is doing what with an army of what? Nonono, absolutely not. MC getting themselves into trouble on purpose is bad enough, but she cannot allow a student to run amok with an irresponsible number of beasts in their pocket. She will confiscate that nabsack until MC can use it responsibly.

CHIYO KOGAWA: She's impressed. No matter how small, magical creatures tend to have minds of their own. One has to be a pretty strong leader to maintain control over such a large group.

AESOP SHARP: As long as those beasts aren't running amuck in the castle, he doesn't give a niffler's ass.

ABRAHAM RONEN: He is endlessly amused by MC's depth for whimsy, even in dire circumstances. Fighting off villains with Puffskiens? BRILLIANT!

MIRABEL GARLICK: Oh dear, she hopes MC is able to care and feed for all of those beasts. That seems like quite a few to take care of.

MUDIWA ONAI: Is this...normal for British wizards? Seems a bit eccentric.

BAI HOWIN: That's one way to handle the poaching problem, she supposes.

DINAH HECAT: She'll have a drink with Sharp. This isn't any of her concern. MC is doing just fine. Calm down Matilda, honestly.

CUTHBERT BINNS: He never knows the goings on outside of his classroom.

SATYAVATI SHAH: She swears on the nine realms, if she finds ONE puffskien hair in her classroom, she's taking house points.

PHINEAS NIGELLUS BLACK: A student fighting dark wizards with puffskiens? Please, don't bore him with outright lies. He's too clever for those.

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VICTOR ROOKWOOD: This is ridiculous!! It's bad enough he's losing territory and respect within the valley, but for his gang to be dismantled by bloody puffskiens!? It's embarrassing, to put it lightly.

ASHWINDERS: They're confused by the messages sent to them by Rookwood. "Beware the Puffskiens?" What's he going on about? They find out soon enough when the earth rumbles with rolling thunder as hundreds of fur balls descend on them.

POACHERS: Interestingly enough, puffskiens have been extraordinarily hard to find as of late. Perhaps they over poached the area and now they're gone. At least that's what they think, under they're buried under a mountain of fur.

RANROK: What. The actual. Grogtash? He has seen and heard of wizards doing some wacky things to fight back, but this is a first. Even when his loyalists use dark ancient magic against the horde, their numbers are too great.

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DUNCAN HOBHOUSE: Lives in constant fear of the puffskien invasion. He sees them in his sleep. Hundreds of long, hungry tongues come to eat his brain! If he sees MC in the corridors, he runs away.

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glutengoblin · 2 months

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IM DESPERATE! Please i beg of you…i have yet to see a patronus fic!

Sebastian x fem mc? And seb and mc learn the patronus charm with Hecat? And Seb later realizes that his patronus is the same as mc’s? Because he loves and cares for her like Snape with Lily. Just some fluff and confessions whatever you choose.

Hi Friend!! Thank you so much for the request and apologies for the delay.

So I may have changed the idea a bit, since your idea got the cogs turning in my head... I hope it's okay! Not my best work, but I wanted to take a stab at it.

(PS: Fun fact, my patronus is rat. Don't ask me why, I have no clue)

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: None!

Sebastian felt more nervous than usual sitting next to Y/N in class. Although he knew that his face would never betray him, he could never be too sure. This class was perhaps the closest he’d get to accidentally admitting his love for his best friend.

Though Sebastian had be in love with her since the fifth year and the fateful day that they took down a troll together in Hogsmeade, he had yet to admit his feelings to her. He wasn’t Gryffindor, so why would anyone expect him to be brave?

Ominis certainly expressed his distaste for the way Sebastian went about things. He often pointed out that Sebastian appeared to have no issues flirting with Y/N, so he didn’t understand why making the jump to asking her on a date was so difficult.

To Sebastian, however, it was difficult. In fact, the jump seemed worse than trying to jump over the entire Grand Canyon. The risk that their whole friendship could be ruined if he chose to admit his feelings was too great. He couldn’t imagine a life without her in it, even if only as a friend.Thus, he sat next to y/n in DADA, usually quiet as Hecat explained that they would be learning how to cast a Patronus that day.

His skin turned clammy as she explained that sometimes if someone loved someone enough, their Patronus could become the same as their beloved. He had previously known all this information, but hearing it out loud, especially from Hecat, just cemented the idea in his mind. Thankfully, Y/N didn’t seem to notice all the blood that had drained from Sebastian’s face. Rather, she just looked excited about learning a new spell, a trait she hadn’t stopped exhibiting since she first set foot instead Hogwarts almost 2 years ago to the day.

Sebastian tried his best not to look like he wanted to run. Trying to plan what the best course of action would be was difficult, especially when he couldn’t just bolt out of class.

Thankfully for Sebastian, he already knew what his Patronus was - a fox - and he had known since 4th year. Back then, he decided to learn how to cast one after finding a random book in the library that was much too advanced for his level of magic; it was a often occurrence, much to Ominis’s dismay. Per usual, Sebastian had stolen away the book to the undercroft until he could cast the spell perfectly, a silver fox enjoying hiding between the many crates that were stacked hapzardly in the corners.

Sebastian, trying his best to think on his feet, decided that the best course of action was to insist that she try to cast a Patronus first. After all, this was Y/N he was thinking about. Given she was certainly the most powerful witch in their year, and most likely ever, there was no way that she would have trouble casting one on the first try.

Once Hecat told them to break up into pairs, Sebastian turned to Y/N flashing her a small smile. “How about you go first - I don’t feel like being embarrassed by my inability to cast one quite yet.” Y/N quirked an eyebrow at that, studying his face.

“What do you mean? Have you tried to cast one before?” Sebastian looked down at the table, trying his best to turn his look of nervousness into one that could pass off as embarrassment.

“Yes, actually. During 4th year, Ominis and I found a book about Patronuses. We both tried to cast one. I never could - tried again a couple of months ago and still couldn’t.” Sebastian felt the sweat pooling at his collar, hoping that she couldn’t see through the white lie. Honestly, it was the best that he could come up with when put on the spot. Thankfully, Y/N seemed to buy it, offering him a small smile in return.

I’m sure you’ll get it eventually! You just need to practice.” Sebastian nodded a little too quickly in agreement, before prompting her to get on with her practice. Y/N took one more look at him, offering a kind smile, before turning towards the front of the class and closing her eyes.

The thought passed over Sebastian’s consciousness for only a second, wondering what her happiest memory was. However, that was short-lived as a silvery creature erupted from her wand. For a moment, Sebastian was in awe. The feeling quickly turned to immense worry as he realized her patronus was none other than a fox.

When Sebastian turned to look at her, the smile on her face was massive. She turned to look at him, the joy evident in her eyes. “Look Sebastian! I did it!” He smiled weakly at her, nodding his head.

“T-That… That you did.”

“Now it's your turn!” She exclaimed as she tucked her wand into the pocket of her robe, the fox disappearing into the mist. Sebastian pulled on his collar a bit, feeling much too hot. He knew that there was no way to get out of this without at least pretending to cast a Patronus, so he tried to think of the least happy memory he could. Pulling out his wand, he pretended to cast it. To his relief, some silvery sparks shot out, but nothing of substance. He quickly shrugged, putting his wand away as he turned to meet Y/N’s disappointed expression.

“Well, I guess it just isn’t meant to be.” He laughed nervously, incredibly thankful when Hecat dismissed the class a moment later.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

Sebastian felt like he had dogged a bullet, as he sat at the Slytherin table the next day. Y/N hadn’t found out about his feelings for her and thus everything could return to normal.

At least, he felt that relief until he saw a streak of (y/h/c) hair, running towards him like a mad woman. By the time she reached him, Y/N slammed her hands down on the Slytherin table hard enough to startle even Ominis. She looked out of breath, her hair sticky at odd angles that Sebastian would typically find rather endearing if he wasn’t so concerned about what this sudden rushed appearance was for.

“Hi beautiful- Did something happen?” Sebastian asked, honestly a bit concerned at her apparent urgency.

“I figured it out!” Sebastian's confusion grew a bit, as he noticed the large smile donned on her beautiful lips.

“Figured what out, exactly?”

“Why you can’t cast a patronus!” Sebastian felt the blood drain from his face yet again, his leg beginning to bounce nervously under the table. The sound from it was apparently loud enough that Ominis felt the need to place a hand on it, trying to stop the movement.

“What do you mean… you figured out why I can’t cast a patronus?” Y/N offered him an excited smile, nearly bouncing in place, practically matching the pace of his knee.

“You don’t have a happy enough memory that you can think of- You’re so brutish all the time it’s difficult for you to come up with something on the fly.” Sebastian tried his best not to look offended at the comment, as he shook his head.

“I don’t think that I’m that depressing all of the time-” Ominis cut him off a moment later.

“Yes Sebastian… You are. We all know it.” If Ominis could see, he would have witnessed the death glare of the century being shot in his direction. Y/N didn’t seem to pick up on their silent communication, the huge smile still covering her face. Sebastian shook his head at the girl, trying his best to act nonchalant.

“You really don’t need to go to all that trouble Y/N. As far as I’m concerned, I’m quite happy not being able to cast a patronus. Besides, I have a lot of studying to do today.” Y/N and Ominis both looked confused at that.

“It’s Saturday Sebastian… You hardly ever study on Saturday. Besides, I know for a fact you don’t have any exams next week. So, therefore you’re going to Hogsmeade with me! Meet me in an hour out in the viaduct courtyard.

With that, Y/N skipped off and Sebastian let out a deep sigh. He realized then that there was absolutely no way he was getting out of this.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

One ice cream, two butter beers, and a pack of every flavored beans later, Sebastian was very full and very conflicted. On one hand, he had greatly enjoyed having this dedicated time to spend with Y/N. On the other, he was growing ever more nervous, knowing that with each passing hour their return to the castle was imminent, along with her “lesson” on casting a Patronus. But, he tried not to focus on that at the moment as the two strolled along at a comfortable pace, inhaling the crisp autumnal air.

“So, are you enjoying yourself yet?” Y/N flashed him a warm smile, one that made him question if lying to her was ever the appropriate thing to do.

“I think so. It’s definitely been a nice change of pace for the day.” Y/N frowned slightly at that, the wheels turning in her head.

“Well… I was looking for it to be the best day. But I suppose I really didn’t try that hard, did I?” Sebastian shrugged slightly, shivering a bit as a stray breeze brushed the back of his exposed neck.

“I mean, I had fun. I’m not really sure what else we could do on such short notice.” Y/N’s frown grew bigger, as the cobblestones beneath her feet suddenly became very interesting. Sebastian bristled a bit, worried that he had perhaps said the wrong thing. Eventually, Y/N did look up and meet his gaze again - but this time, with one of her sly smiles. It was the type of smile that said she had hatched a new plan. Sebastian gulped, honestly worried that perhaps she would catch on eventually that he was trying to get out of it. “What’s that look for?”

“How about we do something else you like? Wanna go fight a troll? Break up a camp of poachers… maybe even goblins?” Sebastian shook his head almost too quickly. As much as he loved getting to test out his dueling skills, he was worried that this was going a bit to far. Besides, he’d rather not put her in danger to just to try and make him ‘happy’.

“I think it might be best if we just head back to the castle now. Like I said, I have some studying to do and I really need to get started on my 6 inches of parchment for-” Y/N’s look cut him off from rambling, as if she could see right through his excuses.

“Did you forget about practicing your Patronus? If we head back now, hopefully in an hour we should be done and you can get back to that studying time you apparently so desperately need.” Sebastian let out a defeated sigh as he followed her down the path, back toward Hogwarts, dried leaves crunching beneath their feet.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

Y/N had decided that the room of requirement would be the perfect place to practice. After pushing some of the furniture that was so very her off to the side, she stood in front of Sebastian, studying his form intently. Sebastian flushed under her gaze, trying to not let it affect him as much as it did. Once Y/N had determined everything was perfect, she walked over to stand by Sebastian’s side, facing the same direction as him.

“Alright, give it a go!” Sebastian fought the urge to squirm, as he tried his best to think of his most uncomfortable memories again — a few stray silver wisps shot from his wand, but nothing substantial. It was all he could do to not release a sigh of relief at the sight, as he quickly moved to stuff his wand in his pocket.

“Well! I guess that’s that, no Patronus’s for me!” He turned on his heel a little too quickly, fighting the urge to make a run for the door. Y/N quickly reached out and grabbed his arm, Sebastian stilling at the touch before glancing at her.

“Not so fast their solider. I know you can get it.” She offered him an encouraging smile, and Sebastian knew he was damned. He let out a sigh, turning around again, raising his wand to try and again. Expect this time, he felt the gentle caress of her hands on his foreman and shoulder. She was holding him in the correct form that Hecat had demonstrated. Sebastian felt his skin burn at the touch, willing his heartbeat to slow down out of the fear that she may be able to hear it. “There, that’s the right pose. Relax, you’re so tense…” She positioned his shoulders down a bit, into a more relaxed form. Sebastian gulped, knowing that with her touching him - something he had craved for such a long time - he couldn’t possibly think of uncomfortable memories now.

Thus, he cast the spell, squeezing his eyes shut once he saw the playful fox erupt from the tip of his wand. To his dismay, he felt her hands remove themselves from him - a sign that she was certainly taking this negatively.

He took a couple more seconds to calm the anxiety blooming in his chest before he finally opened his eyes to look at her. To his surprise, she stood right next to him, a grin covering her face as she watched the fox leap around the room. She looked… happy? Certainly not the reaction that Sebastian expected.

“I knew it!” She exclaimed, causing Sebastian to freeze.

“You… You knew it?” She nodded vigorously, turning to face him directly.

“Well… At least I had a hunch. To be honest, I actually knew how to cast a Patronus before class this week. Professor Fig taught me in fifth year.” A slight wave of sadness passed over her features as she recalled her beloved mentor, but she quickly fought it away. “It used to be a rabbit. But when I saw it had changed in Hecat’s class… Well, I figured it changed to match yours.” Sebastian’s eyebrows shot up, as he studied her with confusion.

“I… Why would it match mine?” It was now her turn to flush at the question, her eyes refusing to meet his gaze and instead playing with the hem of her skirt.

“Well… Because I have feelings for you, Sebastian. I have for quite a while.” She offered him an uncharacteristically shy smile, studying his face for a reaction. “I’m sorry for pressuring you into casting a Patronus. I just… I wanted to make sure before I potentially did something to ruin our friendship.”

Sebastian looked so shocked that he could almost follow over. She had feelings? For him, nonetheless? His body acted before his brain could, as he suddenly reached out and grabbed her, pulling her into his chest, and hugging her tightly. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, the butterflies in his stomach dancing rapidly.

“I… I have feelings for you too Y/N. I have since we brought down that troll together in Hogsmeade if I’m being quite honest.” To his dismay, he felt her shift slightly in his arms. She looked up at him, mere inches away from his face, her gaze traveling down to his lips.

“Well, I’m glad to hear the sentiment is returned. Now, would it perhaps be too much to ask you to get on with it and kiss me now? As much as I appreciate the confession I-” She didn’t get another syllable out before his lips crashed against hers, fulfilling the desire he had for years.

He couldn’t wait to personally write Hecat a thank you note for deciding to teach them how to cast a Patronus.

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shadowtriovibes · 1 year

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as our lives change, come whatever

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

Word Count: 2.4k

Rating: E

Warnings: 18+, aged-up characters, teen drinking (though probably legal in the UK idk), explicit sexual content, unprotected PIV sex

Summary: The night you graduate from Hogwarts, you indulge in a bit too much Firewhiskey and have to sleep it off upstairs at the Three Broomsticks.

“Come on, Sirona, please,” Sebastian whines, leaning on the worn edge of the bar as he tries to charm Sirona into giving him the key to the private room upstairs. “Just so we can rest for a while.” “Sebastian,” the weary proprietor sighs. “Unlike you, I may not have graduated today, but I wasn’t born yesterday." “What are you implying, Miss Ryan?” the now former Hogwarts student asks with a teasing grin. “I would never try to get up to anything untoward in your pub, I swear.”

“Sebastian,” the weary proprietor sighs. “Unlike you, I may not have graduated today, but I wasn’t born yesterday.”

“What are you implying, Miss Ryan?” the now former Hogwarts student asks with a teasing grin. “I would never try to get up to anything untoward in your pub, I swear.”

She scoffs, rolling her eyes at the young man while she dries an empty Butterbeer mug.

“Just look at the state of her,” Sebastian offers, glancing sidelong at his group of friends crowded around a far table. “I just need somewhere she can rest, I promise it’s all above board.”

Currently, you’re slumped haphazardly between Ominis and Natty, your head resting on the drowsy Slytherin man’s shoulder as you slur something about your formal robes cutting off the circulation in your wrists. Natty laces her fingers with yours and tugs your hand into her lap, clumsily ripping open the cuffs while you laugh, delighted.

“Seems she can take on a fully-grown mountain troll on her own, but she can’t handle her Firewhiskey,” Sirona deduces.

“I can’t Apparate her home like this, Merlin knows where she’d end up if we tried to Floo, and she’d fall right off her broom somewhere over Irondale if we even got that far,” he says, trying to reason with her. “Just until sunrise, and then I’ll take her home.”

Just then you hiccup and startle Natty and yourself into another round of giggles, and Sirona shakes her head good-naturedly.

“Merlin’s beard,” she sighs. “Fine, Sallow, you can have the key for one night. But when I come back to open up in the morning, I want to see no trace I ever caved to you.”

Sebastian quickly takes the key offered to him before she can change her mind. “This is why you’re one of the good ones, Sirona.”

Just a few hours ago, you and your friends had officially graduated and become mature witches and wizards in the eyes of the Ministry. While it isn’t the first time you’ve ever tried the spicy sweetness of Firewhiskey, it is the first time you’ve been able to purchase a bottle at the Three Broomsticks.

(It’s a lot more convenient than having sweet Poppy distract the disgruntled barman at the Hog’s Head in order to pilfer a bottle in exchange for a handful of galleons left behind the bar).

So, perhaps you’d all had a bit too much while celebrating your newfound freedom, and now that the end of the night drew near, only Sebastian had retained enough of his sense to see everyone off.

“Natty,” he asks, sliding back into the booth. “You’re off to Hogwarts for the night, then?”

“It seems I cannot escape,” she laughs. “I will stay with my mother in her quarters until I find a flat in London.”

“Our newest Auror!” you exclaim, tugging Natty’s arm to your chest.

“And you, Ominis?” Sebastian continues.

“Not with my mother, that’s for sure,” he demurs. “Off to Feldcroft for the night, I think.”

“With Aaaaaaann,” you coo, and Sebastian politely – generously, in fact – ignores how Ominis’ cheeks go red.

“Right then,” he grumbles. “Obviously this one is in no state to travel, so Sirona’s agreed to let us stay upstairs for the night.”

“Upstairs?” you breathe, reaching across Natty to take Sebastian’s hand. “The private room?”

“Be good,” he says firmly. “You’re just going to sleep.”

“Fat chance,” Ominis mumbles into his mug.

“Shouldn’t you be going?” Sebastian asks pointedly, throwing some extra galleons onto the table for the young wizard who’d been bringing them rounds of drinks. “It’s quite late, and I believe Ann was expecting you at ten.”

“...What time is it?” Ominis asks, sounding slightly panicked – the Sallow siblings aren’t exactly known for their patience.

“After ten,” Natty laughs.

Just like that, Ominis curses under his breath and Disapparates right from his seat.

“Need a hand getting her upstairs?” Natty offers, but Sebastian quickly waves her off, insisting she Floo home and get some rest herself. As soon as she disappears in a quick burst of green flames from the fireplace at the end of the pub, Sebastian hauls you out of the booth and starts to walk you upstairs.

“S’not even that late,” you whine. “We graduated today Seb, s’a big deal!”

“I know, love,” he replies fondly. “But I think it’s time for you to call it a night.”

You’re quite the handful to get upstairs, occasionally tripping on the pub’s ancient wooden stairs – not to mention protesting the entire time.

Once Sebastian manages to get you into the private room, he quickly locks the door and enchants the small loveseat along the far wall into a modest-sized bed for the night.

“Sit,” he insists, wrangling you toward the bed and kneeling in front of you. “Boots off.”

He barely gets one of your shoes free before you drape your leg over his shoulder with a sly grin, trying to pull him in closer.

“Not a chance, dearest,” he drawls. “You’ve had so much Firewhiskey tonight I could light a match off of your breath.”

“But it’s graduation night,” you protest. “S’the most important night of our lives!”

“I’m not sure I agree,” he counters as he tugs off your other boot, thinking of a much more special night he’d like to have with you a few more years down the line, when you’re both ready. Once you’ve established yourselves, he thinks.

(Once he’s earned it, his inner voice tells him.)

“But I want you,” you whine, trying one last time to coax him into trouble.

And Sebastian will admit, he’s far from a perfect man. It’s certainly tempting.

But he manages to make himself focus on helping you out of your cloak and robes, and thank Merlin that wrestling you free of your corset takes long enough that your eyelids start to droop. He nudges you onto your side while he strips off his own cloak and dress shirt, eventually joining you to wrap his arm around your waist and tug you back against his chest like he’s done nearly every night for the past year.

“Sleep, you little minx,” he groans tiredly, his nose buried in your hair.

—

In the morning, Sebastian wakes up to your hand down the front of his trousers.

It might not even be morning yet, he thinks blearily. It’s still somewhat dark in the small private room, its sparse furnishings barely visible in the weak light from the two windows high above him.

“Good morning, Seb,” you whisper, nosing along his neck before pressing a lingering kiss to the hinge of his jaw.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” he asks, his voice hoarse from sleep.

“It’s early, Sirona won’t come to kick us out for another hour or so,” you offer.

Sebastian realizes you’ve got your hand wrapped around his cock only when you start to stroke him, and any argument he’d had against letting you have your way with him starts to go murky in the back of his mind.

“Are you still drunk?” he asks, his head tipping back against the pillow.

“No,” you insist, mouthing at his jawline. “Promise.”

You’ve already thrown one of your legs across his lap and you’re wearing nothing but your undergarments. Sebastian doesn’t stand a chance, and he knows it.

He groans softly as you kiss your way from his jaw up to his plush lips, distracting him while you clumsily tug your underwear off with your free hand and wiggle your way fully onto his lap.

“How long have you been up?” he asks.

“Oh, just a little longer than you’ve been up,” you answer, pointedly stroking him again.

“I had no idea you could be so crude,” Sebastian laughs. “What happened to my good little witch, hm?”

“She’s not a student anymore,” you answer, extracting your hand so you can finish undoing the front of Sebastian’s trousers.

Leaning back onto his thighs, you pull his trousers down as far as you can and then his underwear as well, until his bare cock rests against the lowest part of his stomach, glistening wet at the tip.

“Like this?” he asks hopefully, sliding a hand up your bare thigh to your hip to coax you forward again.

“Yes,” you whisper, leaning down to kiss him gently at first, and then rougher when his grip on your hip tightens to encourage you to grind your wet core against him.

When you can’t take the teasing anymore, you quickly sit up and lift your hips so you can reach between your thighs and take Sebastian in your hand. Holding his cock steady, you meet Sebastian’s gaze as you line him up against your entrance and start to sink down.

He’s stunned silent – a rare occasion.

Truthfully, you’ve been ready for him since you awoke, but a bit of teasing from your own fingers while he slept helped make sure you could take him straight away. You didn’t want to waste any of your precious time in the pub’s private room on anything other than having him inside you.

You gasp softly once he’s fully inside, your ass pressed to the tops of his thighs as his hands roam hungrily over your hips, your legs, and even your chest.

“You really needed it, didn’t you?” Sebastian asks, his voice still a bit hoarse. “You woke up this wet for me, love, that’s… fuck.”

“Yes,” you whimper, starting to rock up and down to let yourself feel the fullness of him inside before you start to ride him in earnest. “It’s all I wanted, all night.”

“Take it, then,” he says smugly, removing his hands from your body to fold his arms behind his head. “I want to see you take what you want.”

You both know your relationship thrives on a bit of healthy competition, it always has. So when he issues a challenge like that, you have to meet it. Narrowing your eyes at his knowing gaze, you trail your own hands up your body – he likes a bit of a show, of course – and start to ride him properly.

Despite the usual hustle and bustle of Hogsmeade, it’s silent in the early morning hours. All you can hear are the sounds coming from the bed: your panting breaths, Sebastian’s low groans, the addictive sound of bare skin on skin, and the dubious creaking of the conjured bed’s wooden frame.

“How’s that, love?” Sebastian asks lazily, watching you throw your head back in pleasure as you grind down on him over and over. “Is that enough for you, or do you need more?”

“More,” you slur without even thinking. Whatever he wants to give you, you’ll take it, no questions asked.

He laughs softly before reaching out to press one of his large hands to the crease of your hip, rubbing his thumb gently against your clit. When you moan encouragingly, he presses a little harder.

“Like that?” he asks. “You want to come on my cock like this?”

“Please,” you beg, and you’re not even sure what it is you’re begging for. You’re full of him, you’ve got his hands on your body, you’ve got his fiery gaze all over you… it’s nearly too much, but not quite enough.

But Sebastian knows. He always knows just what you need.

He sinks the fingers of his free hand into your hair at the base of your neck and pulls you down to him, messily kissing you and nipping at your bottom lip until you open up and let him devour your desperate moans. This angle, bent over his body like this, it’s exactly what you need.

Sebastian grins victoriously as you come apart on top of him, biting gently along your neck when you throw your head back and cry out helplessly.

“That’s it, good girl,” he moans, wrapping an arm around your waist so he can keep you pressed close to him.

He shifts you forward so that he can plant his feet on the bed, fucking up into you the second your leverage is gone. You figure he’s probably close, he’s usually desperate to follow you once he’s gotten you off.

“Sebastian,” you whine against his cheek. “Please.”

“Please what?” he grits out, the arm around your waist drifting lower to roughly grab at your ass. “You need more, you greedy thing?”

“Please, come in me,” you keen, and Sebastian nearly chokes.

He manages a few more precise thrusts before his rhythm is gone and he simply buries himself in you, his core taught while he finishes with a low groan. You press sweet, aimless kisses across his cheeks, his forehead, his jaw until he goes boneless.

“That’s a hell of a good morning,” he breathes, and you blush a little, tucking your face against his neck. “Maybe I should let the barman overserve you more often.”

“Overserve me?” you protest. “And just who was pouring all those shots, hm?”

“Couldn’t possibly have been me, I’m quite responsible,” he drawls, and you playfully elbow him in the side. “Speaking of which, you need to eat some breakfast soon or you’ll be useless the entire day, and last night you offered to help Natty look at flats this afternoon.”

“I did?” you groan.

“Well, I figured while we’re with her, maybe we could see if there’s any we like for us,” Sebastian says hesitantly. “I mean, if – if you still want to.”

When you delightedly throw your arms around him and roll him toward the clean side of the bed, he assumes that it’s still a yes.

—

Sirona cautiously steps into her pub an hour later, listening intently for any sounds of passion lest she become further scarred by Hogwarts’ hormonal teens than she already has been over the years.

Thankfully, the Three Broomsticks is quiet, and there’s a note on the bar next to a fresh bottle of ink from Scrivenshaft’s.

Sirona,

Thank you so much for letting Sebastian and me sleep upstairs last night. We’re taking off for now, but I wanted to gift you some new ink so that you’ll write to us in London – any exciting gossip is of course appreciated, but if there’s ever anything we can do to help out in Hogsmeade, please don’t hesitate to write.

P.S. Apologies about the loveseat. I promise we used Scourgify.

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