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truly. madly. deeply. (Sebastian Sallow x Fem!Reader)

request from AO3 where Sebastian and reader get married Word Count: 1.5K

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It had been three years since you finished your time at Hogwarts. You were no longer the fifteen-year-old girl who had to save the world, but rather a woman who had been working on research involving the locations of ancient magic and their origins. It was something you found a lot of comfort in, especially since Professor Fig would have been proud to see the skilled witch you had become. Your life wasn’t all work, however. You had Sebastian at your side every step of the way. It was one big adventure from the moment the two of you finished your seventh year. It was rough at the start with Sebastian. Each discovery had him fighting feelings of guilt with reminders of Anne.

“It just feels as though everything is a sick reminder of my mistakes.” He yelled as he passed his fingers through his auburn-colored hair. The once goofy looking fifteen-year-old had shot up to tower over you. He had grown into his looks, and since sixth year you fell deeply in love with him.

“Sebastian,” You stated, walking up and raising your hands to cup his cheeks in them. It was a way you had learned he calmed down. Your touch aways seemed to calm him down. The biggest sign was the way his cheek nuzzled against the pad of your thumb. “You are not that person. You live with it every day.”

You glanced around the enchanted tent the two of you had pitched. The fireplace was lit causing a beautiful orange glow along the multi-colored fabrics. There was a four-poster king-sized bed against the wall across the room, there was a dining area, a small kitchenette, and a large circular rug that sat in the center of the room. The same rug you and Sebastian had laid on with the sheets pulled over your entangled bodies so you could enjoy the fire’s warmth.

“Now look where we are.” You stated, gesturing the room the two of you were so very proud of. “We’re doing ancient magic research. You are working with Ominis on the dangers of dark magic! What else could we ask for?” You asked with a baffled tone.

You weren’t sure why he was snapping at you, but then he took your hands off his cheeks and into his own hands. His previous expression of hardness softened as his eyes began to scan over your face.

“What?” You asked concerned at his lack of an answer.

He took his bottom lip into his teeth and your heart began to race. You weren’t sure what was happening, but the change in the room was palpable.

“(Y/N),” Sebastian started, and you began to feel your mind race with all the dangerous possibilities of what was going to come out of his mouth next.

“Sebastian, if you want to leave me to do this research I-“ You began, but Sebastian placed his lips onto yours to cut you off.

You immediately kissed him in return, your arms wrapping around his neck.

“(Y/N) I am not leaving you.” He laughed between kisses, causing your shoulders to drop in relief. “But I do want something. I want… you.”

This caused you to pull away from the embrace and raise your eyebrows in curiosity.

“You already have me. I don’t think I quite follow what you-“

“Marry me.” He said with a smile.

Your world changed in that moment because before you could even process it you jumped up and kissed Sebastian fiercer than you had ever kissed him before.

“I take it that’s a yes?” He asked with a laugh.

“Yes!” You laughed.

Then a year passed since that evening, and the day had come for your wedding. It was a stunning May Day right at evenfall. You both loved sunsets and the idea of your nuptials occurring as the Moon and Sun interchanged positions in the sky. You were in the bridal tent as you began to pace. The dress you wore had lace sleeves that stopped at your wrist and an ivory corset that had your breathing just a tad bit harder than you wanted. The nerves were hard. You glanced at your friends Natsai and Poppy who both gave you an entertained grin.

“I never thought I would see the famous (Y/N) (L/N) nervous.” Natsai teased, causing you to shoot her a warning look.

“You know you have nothing to be afraid of, (Y/N). Sebastian loves you!” Poppy assured.

“I know, I know. I just never thought this day would ever arrive, and now our closest friends and family are here, and everything is very real.” You began to rush, but Poppy and Natsai each took one of your hands and gave them a squeeze. It brought you a comfort you could never forget. You squeezed both of their hands and smiled. Then you moved to the mirror that was set up at the corner of the room and looked at yourself. Your hair was pinned up into a bun with your lace veil cascading around your head. It was all real.

That’s when you heard it.

“(Y/N), it’s time.” You turned and glanced to the voice. It was Ominis in his best dress robes.

He was the person you wanted to walk you down the aisle. Ever since you arrived at Hogwarts, you discovered your found family.

“Alright Ominis,” You said, turning to face him with a smile. “Let us do this.” You let the two girls get in front of you as they began to set up in front of the aisle.

You grabbed Ominis’ arm as the both of you made way to the aisle and violins began to play. It was a soft and sweet melody that when you stepped foot onto the aisle rang in your ears; but the sound faded away as you made eye contact with Sebastian. He was in his dress robes wringing his hands, but he froze and smiled the second he gazed upon you.

The setting was perfect. It was set in a canopy of trees where the sky was visible behind the two of you. Your footsteps echoed in your ears as Sebastian drew closer and closer. When you arrived, you hugged Ominis and whispered a thank you before you took your place standing across from Sebastian.

The officiant drawled until it was your time to say your vows.

“Sebastian Sallow,” You began a smile on your face. “I was the new girl. I was dealing with a world of danger at my fingertips, but you were the first person I was able to open myself up to. To me? That means the world. We have faced some of the world’s largest challenges, but they never seemed big when I was with you. With you everything is possible and that is the most real magic I can ever see.” You smiled at Sebastian whose grin was twice as large as yours. “I promise I will continue to keep this magic between us as bright as the day I kicked your butt in Defense Against the Dark Arts.”

That caused a laugh from your audience.

“I love you Sebastian Sallow, always and forever.” You said with a smile, squeezing the bouquet of flowers in your hands.

You felt your nerves heighten as it became Sebastian’s turn.

“(Y/N) (L/N) I am unequivocally in love with you.” He said with a small laugh, causing the audience to chuckle. “You accompanied me through a darkness I never thought I would ever overcome. You showed me things I never thought I would ever get to see. My favorite thing are the books we’ve read together.” This caused you to raise an eyebrow in response. “One line from a play the two of us read together on one of our adventures sums up how I have felt for you since we were fifteen.”

His expression softened as he stammered over his next words, and you moved one of your hands to grab his.

“(Y/N) for you I burn, I pine, I perish. I will follow you to the most obscure parts of this magic world, and I will never stop following you. You are the most amazing person for someone like me. Thank you for balancing me.”

You felt a single tear fall from the corner of your eye as you smiled at your best friend who in just a few seconds you got to call your husband. You looked right into Sebastian’s eyes as he mouthed ‘truly, madly, deeply.’

“By the power vested in me by-“ But the words faded out as you jumped into Sebastian’s arms and kissed him over and over and over again.

You were going to kiss him every day until the day you were both shriveled and dying. You heard the audience clapping and when you pulled away from each other you both raised your hands in victory.

You weren’t sure where the two of you were going to go next, or what life had in store for you two. All you knew was the two of you would be able to take it on together. Marriage would be your forever adventure.

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thewriterwhowritesnot · 1 year

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To Have and To Hold

A/N: I know y'all sent me asks. I saw them but I HAD to write this or I was going to burst. This is 2K words and less than 5% of what I have in store for this. If you'd like to be added to the taglist don't hesitate to ask! Enjoy!

Warnings: yandere!Alucard, fem!reader, nightmares

Summary: You travel to Dracula's Castle to help the owner get the place registered as a historical landmark and enter into an overwhelming relationship with Alucard.

Chapter One

Standing in front of one of the oldest castles you've ever been near, you marveled at the vast structure. This Castle dated back to the 1400s and was suspected of possibly being centuries older. To be the youngest historian in your class (and current job) and be given the opportunity to examine this place was amazing. There were rumors of this being the very castle that Dracula himself had inhabited. Not a firm believer in the supernatural, you regarded the legend with fascination and fearless curiosity. Inhaling the early morning air, you place the toe of your boot on the first step and a rush of chills runs through your body. The shock makes you slightly dizzy and you wait a moment before attempting to ascend the stairs again. This time there's no chill and you continue on, ignoring the gnawing feeling in your gut.

The doors of the structure are taller than any you've ever seen and you gingerly rub your fingertips against the hard door and the gothic dragon's head door knocker that hangs just beside your head. You lift it and let it fall with a heavy clang that somehow urges the massive door to open with an echoing creaking sound. Pushing the door open enough for you to slide through you look around and quietly step further into the room. The floor is made of sleek dark wood and spread out in one of the biggest foyers you've ever seen. There are pillars leading all the way back to a grand circular staircase. The middle of the floor is covered with a rich velvet rug surrounded by smaller circular and diamond-shaped rugs on the sides of it. There are several elegant seating areas and lamps decorating the room.

"Hello?" You say loudly. Your voice echoes through the hall and you stand still to hear some kind of movement. You're met with silence. A little unsettled you begin to turn around and nearly run into what you think is the prettiest man you've ever seen. He stands at about 6'2. Dressed in a black turtleneck and smooth black dress pants. Blond brows furrowed in a frown over honey-colored eyes burning with suspicion and what you suspected was disapproval. His bright hair falls lightly around his shoulders and the elbows of his crossed arms. His lips are pressed together in a firm line as he looks you over swiftly.

"Can I help you?" His voice is low and travels down your spine, resting in the deep pit of your womb. You breathe loudly, searching for the words to explain your presence.

"Uh..I-I was-, I'm supposed to be-, I'm here to see the castle." You hold out the papers in your hand that stated you had been sent by the agency that had contacted and received the consent of the owner of this property to come here.

The blond took the papers quickly and looked them over silently.

The land this castle was on was connected to a portion of the nearby town that the government was looking to modernize. In order for this place to be protected from future lawsuits and any other issues that might arise in reference to the land the owner of the castle had struck a deal with your organization. Getting this place registered as a historical landmark and privately owned property would ensure its security which is why you had been sent.

After a moment, he folded them back up and handed them to you. You took them back and shoved them into your bag before looking up at him again. Though the original suspicion had subsided, the intensity of his gaze had not. You bit the inside of your cheek silently as he stared you down.

"There are parts of this castle that are under construction. Places you will simply not be able to visit for your safety. Do you understand?" You nod quickly. His eyes narrowed slightly and you swallowed, hoping he couldn't hear the speed at which your heart hammered in your chest. "I've had a room set up for you and I'll do my best to provide you with whatever you may need while you stay here. Come." He turned swiftly and headed toward the large staircase towards the back of the room.

It took you making it to the steps to gain the courage to begin a conversation. "This place is so large and beautiful. How long have you lived here?" He glances at you out of the corner of his eyes and subtly picks up his pace. "I was born in this place."

"Wow, that's amazing. Have you lived here your whole life?” You skip forward a little to keep up. He audibly sighs, seemingly exasperated with your questioning. You were used to people getting bothered by your questions so you patiently waited for his answer. He seemed to recognize you were probably going to press on because he slowed down and looked at you more pointedly. “On and off throughout my life. I was raised here and traveled in my adulthood and have returned. This place is my home.”

You gasp excitedly. “Well, that’s wonderful! You’re the best person to talk to about the history of the place.” You pulled out your notepad and pen. “When exactly was this place constructed?” He frowns slightly, eyes scanning the walls as he thinks. “It’s very old. Perhaps sometime in the 1100s.”

“That’s so long ago! To create this kind of structure in that century is amazing. It’s futuristic. Who’s responsible for the build and the design? How many people did it take to put this place together? How long did it take to build?”

In the span of you speaking you both had stopped walking and he was staring at you with a peculiar expression on his face. “Are you always this animated?”

You shrug. “You should see me after I’ve been caffeinated.” His eyes soften and the corners of his mouth curve upward. He resumes walking and you follow. “Is that bag the entirety of your luggage?”

“There was a bit of a mixup at the airport so my bag should arrive in the country sometime tomorrow. They’ll call me when it gets here. Thankfully it was only clothes. Everything else I need is in this carry-on.”

“The cellphone reception here is very difficult. The airport will contact the nearest mailing office in town and they’ll call me on the landline. I’ll let you know tomorrow if they do so.” You nod as he stops in front of a tall door with a rose on it. He opens the door unceremoniously and steps aside so you can enter first. It’s larger than your studio apartment and the apartment next to it combined. The floor is littered with what you thought could be hand-painted flowers and beautiful swirls. The ceiling was dark and seemed to reflect the brightness of the art on the floor. A canopy bed was pushed against the farthest wall with large nightstands on either side. There was a smooth cream chaise with orange flowers embroidered on the cushion beside the fireplace. In the back of your mind, you can feel his gaze on you as you continue to marvel at the place. “It’s so pretty.” Gently dropping your bag on the floor, you turn to look at him. “Thank you for allowing me to stay here. It’s wonderful, truly.” He nods. “I’ll be back to collect you for supper.” He shuts the door and you listen for his footsteps as he walks away.

After you’re sure he’s gone you skip around the room looking at every detail before plopping on the bed and sighing. The soft blankets enveloped you and before you knew it your eyes were heavy and you were drifting.

It was lonely in the dark. Clinging to the walls like your life depended on it. The whispers urged you to run to get away as soon as you could. Run. Run. Run. They urged. But you couldn’t. Your legs were noodles beneath you and he was coming. Too fast. So fast you gave up and plummeted down, down deeper into the dark as fear swallowed you whole and his hot breath scorched your neck.

You jump awake as your body is shaken. Pulling you into consciousness. The room comes into view and so does the worried face of the man you’d met earlier. Slowly, you become aware of the feeling of his right arm under you, holding your body to his as his other hand rests on your forehead. You take a deep breath, noting the soft scent of his cologne and the feeling of his breath brushing over your skin like a shy kiss. “Hi.” You whisper. He chuckles shakily. “Hi. I thought you were-, you were shouting. Were you having a bad dream?” You blink in confusion. “I can’t remember. I’m sorry for disrupting you.” He shook his head, letting his hand slide down the side of your face before allowing you to sit up. “Don’t worry about it, Y/N. Dinner is ready. You look famished.” He rises without another word and heads for the door. He leads you toward the kitchen. The kitchen was just as beautiful as the other parts of the castle you’d seen. The floor was lined with black and white checkered tiles. The sink was larger than any modern one you’d ever seen and the small table in the middle of the room had five chairs surrounding it with a vase full of yellow flowers in the middle. There were several medium-sized dishes with baked chicken, vegetables, and mashed potatoes placed around it. There were two places for both of you to sit.

“I hope you don’t mind eating in close quarters. The dining room is rather large and I rarely use it except for gatherings.” He glided past you and pulled out a seat for you to sit. You smile shyly and take your seat, allowing him to push the chair up. “Did you make all of this?” He sat across from you and unfurled his folded napkin. You watched as he elegantly laid it over his lap and began to fill his plate. “Some. My cook, Marguerite, helped with the side dishes after setting your room up.” “Ah.” You murmured absently as you watched the way he delicately grasped the dishes. He placed the food on your plate without asking and you made no move to protest. Too mesmerized by the prettiness of your host. He avoided your gaze, keenly aware of your eyes on him as he sat the last dish down and began to fill your glasses with some fizzy drink in a sleek bottle. It was then that it dawned on you that you had yet to exchange names but he had already called you by yours. “How did you know my name?” He looks at you then.

“Hmm?”

“My name. You called me by name earlier. I don’t remember me telling you or you telling me yours.” He resumed cutting the meat on his plate. “It was on the paper you handed me earlier. Both of our names.” “So you’re Adrian.” You said slowly while scooping up a bit of mashed potatoes and tasting a bite. “You sound so surprised.” “I am. I thought you’d be some old guy. You look really young to own a place like this. Don’t you have any family?”

His movements slow, staring at his plate.

“I’m alone.”

The words are a whisper and the quiet in the room is deafening. “Me too.” You say quietly. “I’m an orphan.” His eyes find yours and you give him a small smile before turning your attention back to your food.

As the night continues, you begin to see Adrian’s cold exterior melt away as you talk about his memories of this place (careful to avoid the questions regarding his family and how he lost them).

You learn of the history and take note of it in order to write it down later. At the end of the night, you’re drowsy and Adrian takes you to your room. Before you enter he points towards a big black door at the end of the hall. “My room is there. If you need anything throughout the night just knock.” You nod and watch him enter his room before entering your own.

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