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[theodoradevlin]

Sebastian Sallow - Expert on Ancient Magical Artifacts & Giving You Shit

Okay. This is totally a random head canon I just got - so bear with me and picture it.

Sebastian Sallow is officially an adult, in a profession that is decidedly as risky as he is, because let's be honest... he's never gonna learn to stop toeing every damn line he comes across.

He's got a few more scars, and hasn't shaved in a while because he's been running around the African Savannah like some type of mad man trying to get his hands on some pandora's box type of artifact that he's getting paid quite a pretty penny to track down.

He doesn't know much about the buyer - but a lot about the artifact. It's sort of his specialty, after reading too many damn books about everything and anything.

He knows that first and foremost, it could severely disrupt the Wizarding world should it get into the wrong hands.. Yet, he never made any promises that his hands were the right hands.

No..no of course not. That would be ridiculous.

After all....he's been known to open a few pandora's boxes of his own.

He had stumbled into this line of work, mostly due to the reputation he sowed after those events at Hogwarts all those years ago. The rumors flew at how he had been able to track down an ancient triptych, and use it to control Inferi.

He hoped those rumors didn't spread too far, however, else the authorities go digging too closely to his dark past.

His sister, Anne, was already up to her ears in ways of trying to get the Ministry of Magic to ignore your questionable antics, after all. They didn't need more of a reason.

Anne had become an Auror herself, and had gotten Sebastian into their good graces with his discreet recovery of a few key prophecies. In return, the Ministry agreed to turn their eye in the other direction as he carried on finding slightly more...risque items.

And those more questionable items were precisely the reason his skills had attracted certain types of acquaintances and clients over the years as he became an expert on all ancient things. Then a professional treasure hunter, more or less.

It wasn't until he was in that African Savannah, securing the box and making a run for it with it, that he gets stopped by a mysterious figure.

"Where do you think you're going with that?"

A familiar voice creeps out from beneath a mysterious hood. The type of voice that makes his heart still for a second.

"Theo? Theo fucking Devlin?"

Out of all the places in the world, he runs into the only girl that was ever able to leave bruises on his heart that he still harbored, begrudgingly.

She also happened to be looking for the same object using her own particular set of skills, having been charged with protecting ancient magic items by another interested party...and the way she could wield ancient magic herself didn't hurt. If anything, it gave her an advantage in finding these things. She gives his shocked face a devilish grin.

"Surprise... You gonna hand that over nicely, Sallow? Or are you going give me more trouble?"

He smirks. " Trouble? Think of it as ...unsanctioned fun. I tend to remember you had a similar affinity for that too once..."

/END DRABBLES.

I love the idea of Sebastian being some sort of magic ancient artifact hunter once he grows up - like Indiana Jones style, Tomb Raider shitttt. And obv MC is out there too being a bad ass and somehow they can fuck up some adventurous shit together and then have a lot of angsty hook ups to make up for lost time.

I mean it makes sense. He's not going to be an auror - he doesn't have a regard for rules OR order. BUT he's too damn passionate and curious not to be out there doing something incredibly impressive, and yet impressively questionable at the same time.

GOOD THING HE HAS ANNE TO KEEP HIM IN HIS PLACE. but not MC cause they bring out the crazy in each other let's be real

[shadowtriovibes]

it's a sign of the times

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

Rating: PG

Word Count: 3.2K

Summary: request [paraphrased]: "Rivals-to-lovers Sebastian and MC use a Time-Turner to travel to the future with Ominis in search for a cure for Anne. Instead they find a girl who's the spitting image of MC trying to sneak into the Restricted Section in the 1910s, only she has freckles like Sebastian..."

the 'verse continues in "the train ain't even left the station" [AO3]

“Anne-Marie Sallow!” she calls out. “Just where do you think you’re going?” At once, the three of you freeze. “Did she say ‘Sallow?’” hisses Ominis. “Did I hear that right?” “I – no. No,” Sebastian stammers. “There’s no way that’s what she said.”

“Can you please remind me again why I’m even a part of this harebrained scheme?” you ask for at least the third time.

You’re crouched around a small table in one of the far corners of the upper section of the Library. It’s well past curfew, but since you aren’t technically breaking any rules by avoiding the Restricted Section, you’re currently getting away with your loitering, as do most students who are caught studying after hours this close to final exams.

Only, you’re not studying. You’ve been summoned there by Ominis, who despite being your closest friend at Hogwarts is also a conniving, duplicitous liar who neglected to tell you that this whole thing is Sebastian’s idea.

You watch warily as he turns over a contraband Time-Turner in his hands, inspecting its impossibly small dials and knobs. The golden sands inside the hourglass hypnotically shift back and forth while he reads over its inscriptions and consults the guidebook he’d smuggled out of the Restricted Section earlier that same day.

You have no idea where he managed to get the device – perhaps in one of those vaults along the coast in Cragcroftshire that he’d been exploring during the summer term. However, now he’s got it in his head that perhaps the reason you haven’t been able to heal Anne is that the cure to her curse simply hasn’t been invented yet. Therefore, a quick jaunt several years into the future ought to reveal a way to rid Anne of her illness (and maybe even earn his way back into her good graces).

It’s not the first ludicrous and impractical idea he’s had in the past year, nor will it be the last, but it’s certainly one of the more radical ones.

“Merlin’s beard, I’ve already told you,” Sebastian sighs. “Since we’re going forward in time rather than back, this is an unauthorized use, and in case we get stuck in the future, we might need your ancient magic.”

“So I’m an insurance policy?!” you demand.

“Not so much for Sebastian as for me,” Ominis answers plainly. “He thinks he’s got it all sorted out, but I’m not as sure.”

“I know what I’m doing,” Sebastian interjects.

You huff and roll your eyes. “Need I remind you that using a Time-Turner to go forward is expressly forbidden by the Ministry? It’s only to go back.”

“Loads of people have done it, though,” he argues. “I’ve been reading all about it, it’s well-documented.”

“And they’ve all come back to the present?” you demand.

“Yes,” he snaps. “...For the most part.”

You scoff. Unbelievable.

“Do you two honestly think my magic is just an unlimited get-out-of-Azkaban-free pass?” you hiss. “I have no idea how to manipulate time and space. If we get stuck there, we’re stuck there.”

“I’m sure you’ll figure something out like you always do,” Sebastian mutters distractedly as he fiddles with the Time-Turner.

You glance at Ominis pleadingly and he just shrugs.

“You know we can’t let him go alone, we’ll never get him back,” Ominis reasons.

“Is that such a bad thing?” you grumble.

Sebastian shoots you a warning look before he holds up the Time-Turner for the both of you to inspect.

“I have it set to jump forward twenty years,” he explains. “We’ll have to get cozy before we go, as we’ve all got to be wearing it. Physically, we’ll land precisely where we are now, at the same time of day.”

“What if the layout of the Library changes?” you ask skeptically.

“The castle hasn’t changed in centuries,” Ominis points out. “Compared to its history, two decades is indeed quite short.”

“...Fine,” you finally mumble. “Go on, then. Let’s get this over with.”

The three of you stand in a tight circle in a spot tucked away behind some shelves, hoping to remain hidden there after you make the jump forward in time. Sebastian drapes the thin gold chain connected to the Time-Turner around the three of you; it even seems to stretch and extend in length to fit. Then he murmurs a brief incantation to the enchanted timepiece and spins the innermost piece a whopping twenty times.

Your stomach lurches while it turns over and the world around you seems to spin out of control, almost like one of those Muggle carousel rides you saw once as a child. You can barely make out years and years of students and professors walking around you – through you, even – and countless books sliding on and off the shelves until everything comes to a sudden halt and you fall straight to the floor.

Ominis and Sebastian tumble with you, winded.

“That felt bizarre,” Ominis wheezes. “Where are we? Did we travel anywhere?”

“N-no,” Sebastian breathes. “Everything else just… traveled around us.”

You glance around the Library and see that as Ominis had suggested, it looks largely the same. There are some newer books among those you recognize on the shelves, their spines less creased and dyed with more vibrant colors than those of your time.

One title jumps out at you: Advances in Practical Conjuring, 1900-1910

We’re in the 1910s, you think bewilderedly. We’re in a new century.

Mercifully, the layout of the library seems to be largely unchanged. Rows and rows of dimly lit stacks stretch along the length of the grand room with two winding spiral staircases leading down to the lower level.

Once you catch your breath, the three of you cast Disillusionment on yourselves and huddle together to make your way downstairs to the Restricted Section. Ominis leads the way with his wand extended to search for any lingering students or restless ghosts, having long since proven that his spatial awareness bests both yours and Sebastian’s even without his sight.

Your trio makes it downstairs and past the first row of shelves before Ominis stops in his tracks. Sebastian collides with him and then you knock into Sebastian, causing you both to hiss some choice words at each other.

“What’s going on?” you demand in a whisper.

“Someone just came in,” Ominis explains. “The librarian is at the desk and she hasn’t noticed, but a student is coming down the stairs.”

Sure enough, across the room you see a faint flicker of light and can just barely make out the outline of a small student sneaking down the main stairs – must be a young one, you think, no more than thirteen.

“I think it’s a girl,” you offer. “I can see her just over there.”

“What’s she doing?” Sebastian whispers.

“I’m not sure yet,” Ominis says carefully. “She’s past the desk, the librarian didn’t see – oh, for Merlin’s sake.”

“What is it?” you breathe.

“She’s going straight for the Restricted Section,” Ominis mutters. “Just our luck, I suppose.”

The three of you remain crouched behind the shelf while you watch the girl creep ever closer to your hiding spot. You’re panicking inside your head, wondering what possible seams of the universe might immediately be torn to shreds if she were to spot the three of you, but thankfully she seems single-minded in her mission to gain access to the locked collection of books across the room from you.

“She’s tiny,” Sebastian snorts. “I suppose the young ones are even more bold in the future.”

“Weren’t you about her age when you first started to sneak into the Restricted Section?” Ominis reminds him.

Sebastian insists, “No, I was fourteen. I didn’t go in until Anne was attacked. She’s got to be twelve at most, maybe even a first year.”

“Will you two be quiet?” you hiss. “She’s going to hear you!”

Across the room, the Disillusioned girl pulls a key out of the pocket of her robes and starts to insert it into the lock. A girl her age wouldn’t have mastered Alohomora yet, you think, nor would it be effective on this kind of lock. You have no idea how she managed to get a copy of the key, however.

“Do you suppose we could just go in after her?” Sebastian proposes. “She’s nearly got it open, we should take advantage of that.”

“Are you mad?” you scoff. “We can’t be in there at the same time, we’ll get caught!”

“So what if some little girl from the future sees us?” Sebastian argues. “Why wouldn’t she believe we’re just students from her time doing our own research?”

But before you can further explain to Sebastian how astonishingly stupid that idea is, the girl across the room gasps softly and drops her key to the floor. In front of her, the lock is glowing red as if it’s searing hot.

That’s a new security development from your time, you think. It’s rather lucky the three of you didn’t discover that the hard way.

Immediately, the young librarian leaps from her seat and hustles across the room to the Restricted Section’s gated entrance much faster than Madam Scribner ever would have.

“Hang on…” you say under your breath. “Is that – that’s Sophronia!”

“Who?” Ominis asks.

“Sophronia Franklin, she’s a fourth-year in our time,” you explain distractedly. “She’s always lingering in the library, of course she takes over for Scribner once we finish school.”

“I know her,” Sebastian chimes in. “Tried to get me to play a game of trivia in exchange for returning a book on curse breaking I’d been waiting for. Rather precocious, I thought.”

You glare at Sebastian and he merely rolls his eyes.

“I didn’t mean it in a flirtatious way, I was referring to her choice in books,” he grumbles. “Merlin, you’re protective of her.”

“She’s a sweet girl,” you murmur, appreciative of the fact that Sebastian can’t see you blushing. Truthfully, you don’t think much about Sophronia these days, other than that she absolutely cannot catch the three of you in her Library as she’ll easily understand what you’re up to.

Before you can try to convince the boys to call it quits and return to the present, Sophronia rounds the corner and the girl’s Disillusionment charm melts away in surprise.

“Anne-Marie Sallow!” she calls out. “Just where do you think you’re going?”

At once, the three of you freeze.

“Did she say ‘Sallow?’” hisses Ominis. “Did I hear that right?”

“I – no. No,” Sebastian stammers. “There’s no way that’s what she said.”

“Apologies, Madam,” you hear the girl say with a cheeky lilt to her voice. “I was just looking for a book for my aunt, that’s all.”

Just then, Sophronia leans down to pick up the dropped key and all three of you catch a glimpse of the young girl’s face. She’s probably around twelve, like Sebastian had guessed, but her face… Merlin, she could be your younger sister.

Her slightly-upturned nose is nearly identical to yours, only she’s got a small smattering of freckles across hers. Then there’s her chin, which juts out just a bit like yours does, and you’re too far away to make out the color of her eyes but you’re positive that they’re almond-shaped just like your own.

Now that you think about it, her hair is tied back like you always did with yours when you were younger – braided with a green bow at the end, only her hair is a rich, warm brown color.

“...Is that you?” Sebastian asks softly. “How. How are you doing this?”

“That’s not me, I’m right here,” you remind him.

“Hold on, what am I missing?” Ominis whispers.

“That girl looks exactly like this one,” Sebastian insists. “She’s got her nose, her eyes, her face shape. It’s like there’s a second-year version of her, standing right across from us.”

“We’re twenty years into the future,” Ominis reminds you both. “...What if she’s your daughter?”

You feel like the room is starting to spin around you again, and you find yourself pitching to the side before Sebastian quickly tugs on your arm and pulls you back behind the shelf.

“Do not go daft on us now,” he mutters. “I don’t care if that is your daughter–”

“She’s your daughter too, you know,” Ominis chimes in. “In case you were wondering.”

“Wh… What?” Sebastian stutters, and Ominis gestures for the two of you to listen in.

“Goodness, Miss Sallow,” Sophronia sighs. “You really are so much like your father, always sneaking into the Restricted Section.”

You watch as the girl puffs up her chest proudly, a mischievous smirk on her face that doesn’t strike you as particularly like you at all – but rather Sebastian.

“I’ll gladly take that as a compliment, Madam Franklin,” Anne-Marie says.

“While I respect that you are both voracious consumers of knowledge, he, like you, had little respect for the rules of the Restricted Section,” Sophronia continues. “I’ll have to ask you to leave until you get permission from a professor for relevant research or turn fifteen.”

Anne-Marie is still arguing with the librarian as she’s being escorted out. “Perhaps if you would just let me borrow the book for a while–”

“I’m afraid I’ll also have to give you detention this time,” Sophronia interjects. “I can’t keep looking the other way simply because I owe your mother a favor. This is the third time this term!”

Anne-Marie huffs and folds her arms. “But my godfather–”

“Your godfather is a very busy man who would undoubtedly appreciate it if you spent more time staying out of trouble,” Sophronia finishes, “than trying to emulate your father. In fact, I think Ominis would agree with me that one Sebastian Sallow in this world is quite enough!”

Well, that certainly clears things up.

Sophoronia marches Anne-Marie up the stairs and out of the library. The three of you, having already forgotten your original mission, put your heads together without a word so Sebastian can drape the Time-Turner around your necks and return you to the present.

You collapse in a heap on the library floor, but this time it’s fully empty – even the librarian’s desk light is extinguished. You sit in silence for a few moments, and you and Sebastian don’t dare look at each other. Eventually you force yourself to stand and offer Ominis a hand up, steadfastly ignoring the other boy.

“So,” Ominis finally says, barely concealing his smile. “When exactly is it, do you suppose, that the two of you fall hopelessly in love with each other?”

You both curse at him at the same time, and Ominis throws back his head and laughs.

“Shout at me all you want, but that little girl is proof that the two of you are destined for each other,” he crows. “Oh, how brilliant!”

“Come now, Ominis,” Sebastian says with a nervous laugh. “You don’t seriously think that girl is, what… our child or something?”

“That’s precisely what I think,” Ominous answers, smirking. “You said it yourself, she looks exactly like her mother.”

“Stop!” you interject. “I’m not anyone’s mother, in case you forgot.”

“Perhaps not yet,” Ominis agrees primly. “I imagine it will be several more years before Sebastian makes you one.”

Sebastian goes deeply red while you sputter indignantly.

“Thats – that’s foul, Ominis,” you insist. “It’s untoward to even be talking about this!”

Sebastian folds his arms and raises an eyebrow. “Really? You’re that offended by the very idea of us having a child together? I’m hurt.”

“W-well, I just meant that we shouldn’t talk about things that haven’t yet come to pass,” you explain nervously. “Besides, all that is years away. Decades, even.”

Sebastian glances sidelong at you, and you wonder if you’re imagining the way he looks you up and down.

“Right,” he says slowly. “It’s not like we know anything for sure, obviously.”

“Of course,” you agree. “...I don’t suppose you have any other family members named Sebastian? Distant relatives, perhaps?”

“Why?” he drawls. “Looking to snag a cousin of mine so I won’t be the one to father your children?”

You shove him right into one of the bookshelves, but he laughs like he doesn’t regret it one bit.

“Now now,” Ominis murmurs. “You ought to be kind to your future husband, you don’t want to damage his virility.”

“I have half a mind to put a dent in Sebastian’s virility right here and now to save me some trouble later,” you reply, casually aiming your wand at his groin.

“Have you gone mad?!” he stammers as he takes several steps backward. “Put that thing away!”

“Oh, will you please relax?” you sigh. “We just saw one of your descendants, your ability to procreate is in no danger.”

“You could still put me in the Hospital Wing,” he sulks. “Besides, it’s not just procreation that I use it for.”

Ominis snorts. “Unfortunately, I am intimately aware of that.”

You make a face while Sebastian grins cheekily, offering no apology.

The three of you start to make your way toward the exit into Central Hall, ignoring the weak protests of the prefects stationed outside. As you make your way back toward the Slytherin common room, you all fall silent again, lost in your thoughts.

You aren’t sure how you’re supposed to forget what you saw, you think. In the future, you have a daughter. Her father is Sebastian Sallow, and… and she’s brilliant. Beautiful, courageous, more than a bit headstrong, and as determined as you both are if not more so.

You catch yourself actually grinning, and when you glance over at Sebastian, you see the same expression on his face.

“Anything you care to share?” you ask him.

“I know we probably shouldn’t talk about it,” he starts, “but there is one thing that girl said that I won’t soon forget.”

“What’s that?” you ask.

He’s quiet for a moment, and then he admits, “I heard her say she’s looking for a book for her aunt, and you haven’t got any sisters.”

You smile softly and reach for Sebastian’s hand. “No, I don’t.”

He lets you take his hand in his to give a reassuring squeeze.

“She’s still alive,” Sebastian says quietly. “She… she’s still sick, probably. But she’s still alive in the future. She meets my daughter, and she knows her.”

“She does,” you say. “And – and maybe we don’t quite know how that happens yet, but you can have a little faith, Sebastian. Things will work out the way they’re supposed to, and Anne will be with us for a long, long time. There’s still plenty of time to make things right again.”

He nods wordlessly but doesn’t drop your hand.

Just before you arrive at your common room, Ominis stops in his tracks.

“Hang on… Her name, Anne-Marie?” he asks you. “That sounds like something Sebastian would have picked. How generous of you.”

“Aww,” Sebastian laughs. “You must be so in love with me by then to let me pick the name.”

You grit your teeth and ignore them as you murmur the password to the giant stone snake guarding the door, hoping to get some well-earned rest and be rid of these boys for the night.

“Don’t worry, darling,” Sebastian says as he ducks around you and slips inside the door. “I’ll let you pick the name for the second one, and we can duel for rights to the third.”

You go running off after Sebastian and holler, “You bastard Sebastian Sallow, how many damn children are you expecting?!”

Ominis quickly pulls the door shut behind him and shakes his head.

“Godfather,” he mutters to himself. “I’ll never know peace, will I?”

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[Get to know more of the Sallow kiddos in "the train ain't even left the station" ❤️]

[myokk]

first dada class😳✨

[sanschips]

some hogwarts legacy sketches <33

[girl-named-matty]

Winter walk with the lil babies.

[kay9leo]

WIP Tag Game

Rules: Share a snippet from whatever you’re currently working on, and then tag 5 people.

@myokk tagged me and seeing how I needed something to get me back into the writing world again after a hiatus, this seems like a good way to get back in 🤗

So while not a "true" WIP, it's an idea stuck in my head since in my original WIP (written and hidden in my computer files) of where Iñaki Martinez Cariaga (or MC) is used, I have Hogwarts Legacy take place in the late 2000s...but what if Iñaki's Ancient magic takes her back in time...to the year 1890? As a play on the name of a title of a famous Mark Twain book, I present a small snidget of an idea that's been flying circles in my head:

A New York Yankee in Hogwarts' Courtyard, 1890

Iñaki walked around Hogsmeade, trying to reconcile the past with the future wizarding village that she remembered before she was sent back in time over more than a hundred years ago.

Hogsmeade was still Hogsmeade with its quint shops, townhouses and stone ruins nearby its town entrance, but it was also different from how she remembered back in 2008.

For one, the MCC or the Muggleborn Cultural Center hasn't been made yet, a place where all muggleborns would go to get a taste of home away from home (even though it wasn't truly a taste of home for her, with her home being an ocean away in New York). Two, the Shrieking Shack building didn't exist yet and three, there was no Tim Howards Coffee Shops yet - the only American magical coffee shop chain that somehow made it across the pond.

If you think about it, I might be able to run into Tim Howards when he's still a baby in this time period. He doesn't become a famous Quidditch player until the 1920s. Iñaki frowned at that thought.

"So, what do you think? Is Hogsmeade up to your standing Yank?"

Iñaki blinked out of her thoughts and looked over to her right to see a brown haired boy, Sebastian Sallow giving her a confident smile despite the nervous look in his eyes. He was currently giving her the grand tour of the place. To her surprise, Sebastian wasn't the cocky boy he made himself out to be before the duel that he lost in DADA class. The entire walk, Sebastian was friendly, jolly and curious about her homelife back in America, never once meeting a Yankee. Soon that became her nickname when he saw how it made her smile as he asked questions to get to know about her a bit more.

It was hard to be tight lipped about her homeland. Especially as far as he and everyone but Professor Fig knew, she was just another girl from their era and out of her element because she was the new kid in a new country and NOT being stuck in the wrong time period. She had to be careful about what she said, to reveal little about the future as possible like Professor Fig and all those time traveling books and movies taught her before.

While she ran into some more recognizable names - Weasleys were a dime a dozens, Prewett was an extinct family name in her time period with their remaining line married into one of the Weasleys' family branches and Gaunt was the original family name of the founder of Ilvermorny- there were a few she didn't recognized.

Onai was one. So was Sweeting. And then there was Sallow.

Sebastian Sallow was a name that rang a small bell in her head, but she couldn't remember for what reason it was for as she smiled at its owner with a light smile as she pulled up a half lie.

"I think it's cute, like it's from a storybook. It reminds me of another wizarding village I visited in the past at home..." Or was it future? It didn't matter, it's in my past now... Iñaki thought with a small painful smile as she looked over the smaller village in this era.

"You really miss home, don't you Iñaki?" Sebastian said as he placed his hand on her shoulder. Iñaki looked up to him with a tight smile, fighting back tears that suddenly appeared in her eyes.

"Who me?" Iñaki chuckled, waving her hand off playfully as if she could physically fight off the emotional pains that came every time she thought about the new country she found herself in due to her dad's new job, the time period that she didn't belong to or the possible reality she might be stuck here for good and might never see her parents, family, friends or even her neighbor's pet dog ever again.

Heck, she might be in the history books of another country and her loved ones would never know what happened to her.

And if she let one tear escape, the whole dam would break and she wasn't certain if she would survive the floods of her emotional pain since she woke up in 1890 after accidentally tampering with a magical place she thought nothing of. It wasn't like it was a time turner. Just a bunch of standing stones that reminded her of Stonehenge that stood in up in a forest nearby Feldcroft that called to her for some reason when she was flying around, trying to free up her mind from the thoughts of being homesick.

She was really far from home this time around.

"Yes you. You seem to keep your distance from everyone you know? We don't bite." Sebastian smiled at her. "Take it from someone that had to move before, you'll find yourself fitting in sooner than later. Natty practically befriend you -"

True...Iñaki thought.

" -Ominis seems relaxed and happy to be around you since you met him your first night-"

It probably helps that my first thought of his surname that I told him was that one of his ancestors rejected her family's prejudicial pureblood beliefs and founded Ilvermorny and not of his infamous descendent that is Tim Riddler...or what ever his name was.

" -in the Slytherin Common Room-"

I was a Gryffindor in my time period.

"-and I do need a dueling partner in Crossed Wands." Sebastian winked at her. "Yeah." Her voice croaked. That's what it seemed it was good at doing since she moved to London for her Dad's work. "I-" She cleared her throat with a smile. "-I DO like dueling."

Dueling made it easy to forget, to not remember that she was no longer home. That there was no DeLorean or ruby heels she can tap together three times to bring her back to her time period, to her world.

It wasn't until the Troll fight she had with Sebastian that she thought, maybe she didn't need a time traveling car or magical red heels to go home. Not when she felt that same magical force that brought her to this time period flow out of her when she defeated -no vanquished- the troll.

If Ancient Magic brought me back to the past, I'm going to find a way to use it to get back to my own time with no problem. Iñaki thought with a smug smile as she helped repair the town back, unaware of the only flaw in her plan as Sebastian Sallow gathered her for a quick drink at the Three Broomsticks on him.

And never once did she notice the awe in his eyes as he looked at her or the growing heart he wore on his sleeve for her the longer she remained stuck in the past. She would have noticed it if she looked back, but the only flaw in that was this:

Iñaki was too busy looking forward to finally go back home, back to the future where she belonged.

No Pressure Tags: @theladyofshalott1989 @ps-cactus and whoever sees this and is interested in writing as well/needs a small push to return to the writing world 😁

Thank you @myokk for tagging me and helping me to slowly return to the writing world for a bit after the hiatus I took💖🥰💖

[your-nanas-house]

Stories I will write:

Chris Decker X fem!Reader series

Tom Riddle X follower!Reader: Secret mission part 2 (I have to think about it) (requested)

Ominous Gaunt X Reader, Sebastian Sallow X Reader: The Beginning part 2, Ominous and Sebastian talk about what happened.  (requested)

Joe Goldberg X Henry’s babysitter!Reader: Henry’s babysitter part 2 (have to think of a plot) (requested)

James Walker X Reader: short smut fic with 7 words (requested)

Jerome Valeska X fem Reader: they meet in the circus before he killed Lila (fluff and hits of his insanity) (requested)

Jerome Valeska X Reader: they play games together like catch, Jeremiah plays with them but he’s stubborn but he wants to play. (requested)

Jeremiah Valeska X gn!Reader: AU where Jeremiah doesn’t inhale the laughing gas (requested)

Valeska Twins X Reader: headcanon with cuddles and affection (requested)

Jerome Valeska X fem!Reader: smut during a day at the local swimming pool or at the river (requested)

Jerome Valeska X Rapunzel!Reader: Y/n is manipulated by her mom, hidden and exploited. It’s a darker version of Rapunzel where Jerome revisits and addresses his trauma through the reader. (requested)

Jerome Valeska X ftm!Reader: (headcanon) (requested)

Joe Goldberg X fem!Reader: he kidnaps the reader and does the whole glass box, she isn’t afraid and chills. (requested)

Duke!Jerome Valeska X Reader: Arranged marriage part 2 (have to think about a plot) (requested)

Sebastian Sallow X fem!Reader: During a muggle’s game part 2 (have to think about a plot) (requested)

Cameron Monaghan X Reader: short smut story with 200 words (requested)

Dick Grayson X Reader: (short imagine) Dick complains about Batman and a two words come out of his mouth that Y/n takes too serious 

Tom Riddle X muggle wife!Reader: Two Death Eaters go to their dark lord’s new residence which is in the muggle world, both meeting Mrs Riddle for the first time.

Hocrux!Tom Riddle X Witch!Reader: The young witch Y/n finds an elegant destroyed diary in her hands and has the task of fixing it.

Professor!Joe Goldberg X student!Reader: Joe tries to not fall back in his habits, he thinks that now with the new job and the new city things will change, but will it really be like this?

Joe Goldberg X Reader: Joe finds himself thinking about things while his gaze is on his new colleague who was taking care of Henry at that moment.

Pharaoh!Jerome Valeska X servant!Reader: Jerome sets his eyes on a young woman who he discovers is one of his servants.

Dark!Jeremiah Valeska X Gn!Reader: Jeremiah comes out of his bunker after several years in hiding and meets Y/n, from there the obsession starts.

Anthony Bridgerton X Maid!Reader: Anthony trying to catch his maid’s attention in any way.

Joe Goldberg X Reader: Y/n finds herself in Joe’s cage.

Bruce Wayne X model!Reader: After the first night spent at Wayne Manor Y/n meets the true Bruce.

Joe Goldberg (Jonathan Moore) X gallery owner!Reader: What is art? Art can be seen subjectively by everyone, therefore also by Joe.

Tom Riddle X Witch!Reader: they always meet in that place.

Jeremiah Valeska X nun Bruce’s sister!Reader: he meets Miss Wayne for the first time and has a strong need to corrupt her.

A few Sebastian X Reader’s stories and Ominis X Reader’s stories that I still have to translate. 

Elvis Presley X Milf!Reader: smut with virgin Elvis and experienced Reader (collab)

Elvis Presley X Reader: they meet at a nightclub.

Tom Riddle X fem!Reader: Tom and Reader have feelings for each other, they meet a few years later when he is slowly becoming Lord Voldemort and she finds out that she is a muggleborn. Tom is still attracted to her though even if he hates muggleborns. (requested)

Tom Riddle X Death Eater’s wife!Reader: Tom Riddle is jealous, he always was since he was still a kid and he always managed to get what he wanted, and now he wants to have for himself his follower’s wife.

Tom Riddle X artist!Reader: Tom Riddle randomly meets a weird woman who happens to be a young painter. She manages to catch his interest and he is ready to commit a portrait of himself to be able to see her more often and know more about her. Sadly after the portrait was finished everything ended because he disappeared to become “Lord Voldemort” starting that way a war after a few months

James Walker X Reader: Y/n Y/l/n and her boyfriend decide to go live in a new house together. This house happens to be Amytiville, a scary house where bad things happened, this didn’t stop the young couple though. After just a few weeks things get weird, the relationship between Y/n and her boyfriend gets worse and in the evening things get scary. James shows himself, after falling for the young girl, to scare and try to kill the boyfriend who leaves her alone in that house.

Chris Decker X Reader: Chris Decker meets Y/n on a random night in a random supermarket and they find themselves together all the night.

Jerome Valeska X Reader: Jerome Valeska starting to dance with his s/o during the morning, no words exchanged just glances and heavy stares while they body moves slowly following perfectly the music, creating such a lovely domestic scene.

Chris Decker X black widow!Reader: Chris finds out that his innocent Y/n had a bloody past full of sadness, angst and death connected to different weddings.

Colin Bridgerton X Anthony Bridgerton's wife!Reader: Colin returns at home after one of his travels and meets for the first time the Viscountess Bridgerton (Anthony's wife) and he can't help but be fascinated by her in many ways.

Anakin Skywalker X bartender!Reader: Anakin is focused on his mission with Obi-Wan but while waiting for his master to come back, trying his best to not intervene he catches the attention of a beautiful bartender that will help him distract himself for all the night.

Anthony Bridgerton & Sister!Reader: The time has come for Y/n Bridgerton too, she is attending her first ball and is ready to find a husband but her brother won't leave her alone making this mission almost impossible. She will though meet a young man that will "bewitch" her.

Elvis Presley X Reader: Y/n just watched a concert of the famous Elvis Presley and can't help but start to imagine about him while trying to sleep on her bed, finding herself with her hand down her shorts with her gaze on the poster of the King of Rock and Roll. Is he really the devil like her mama keeps telling her? Is she commiting a sin?

Anthony Bridgerton X Reader: Anthony is searching for a wife, while focusing on the diamond of the season he discovers many secret things about the young lady. Will he grow to love them or hate them? (Y/n is a quite, lover book and dogs lady).

Anthony Bridgerton X opera singer!Reader: Anthony meets the new prima donna of town and is as bewitched by her voice and her beauty. Will things get a dirty turn in their relationship?

Bruce Wayne X personal assistant!Reader: Y/n, Bruce Wayne's personal assistant, writes a book about her kinks and dirty thoughts but it goes in wrong hands. Will she lose her job after someone publishes her book not revealing yet the real writer or will she speak with her boss and fix things?

Anthony Bridgerton X Reader:(Modern AU) Anthony and Y/n meet during the Christmas Eve, in a hotel when the snow is thick and there is no possibilities to go somewhere else. Sadly or Luckily there is just one room left, a suit, and they have to share it.

Anthony Bridgerton X Reader:(Modern AU) Y/n participate at a charity event where she and some other girls are auctioned off. Many masked rich men come forward but only one will be able to "buy" a week together with Y/n, making them earn much more than the organizers had hoped. This secret millionaire is…Anthony Bridgerton (Could do it with Ominis Gaunt as well)

Sebastian Sallow X Reader: Sebastian and Y/n (MC) spend the day together, chatting and relaxing till evening. Something changes after the sun has set and the two follow their lust, right in a field of grass near Feldcroft.

???X fem!Reader: In a small church Y/n has flashbacks of her past, she remembers when she spent time with ??? and she regrets that she left, coming just now when someone told her that ??? was dead and buried there. (Rain while looking at the grave, Y/n is married) ((maybe Sebastian and Ominis))

Tom Riddle X Reader: Y/n wants revenge for her sister, since Tom hooked up with her once and ignored her after that breaking her heart, Y/n finds Tom years later, she manages to seduce him and hook up with him but when Tom things when to leave, she is a step ahead and puts her clothes on, when he asks where is she going she just says that he can have the room and throws a few galleons towards him before leaving. This makes Tom feel like a hooker and becomes strangely obsessed over Y/n.

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[syaolaurant]

VIOLETTE LAURANT (HL MC Profile)

I tried something new today - painting in (not so) realistic portrait of Violette. Took abit time to study cuz it's not my usual style >"<.

I'm so happy to see many of you are interested in my MC even though I've just joined the fandom for a week. Thank you so much (//ω//)!!! So here's some information about Violette (I tried to keep it short and simple but it still turned out abit long...).

Name: Violette Laurant

House: Hufflepuff

Birthday: 20th November

Nationality: French/British (She can speak French, so she didn't have to ask  Scrope to pronounce the password).

Wand: Sycamore Wood, Phoenix feather, 12 ½" Length, surprisingly swishy flexibility

The sycamore makes a questing wand, eager for new experience and losing brilliance if engaged in mundane activities. It is a quirk of these handsome wands that they may combust if allowed to become ‘bored,’ and many witches and wizards, settling down into middle age, are disconcerted to find their trusty wand bursting into flame in their hand as they ask it, one more time, to fetch their slippers. As may be deduced, the sycamore’s ideal owner is curious, vital and adventurous, and when paired with such an owner, it demonstrates a capacity to learn and adapt that earns it a rightful place among the world's most highly-prized wand woods.

A wand with this flexibility will either surprise its owner by being surprisingly loyal or surprisingly unloyal and is most often known for doing the unexpected. It is usually great for charm work. Owners that are matched with wands of this flexibility are usually the type of people who have a hard time coming out of their shell or opening up, but once they do, others will find themselves drawn to their charming, fun-loving personalities. The owner usually adapts well to unexpected changes but may find it difficult to make hard decisions.

Patronus: CAT

PERSONALITY MBTI: INFP Positive traits: Loyal and caring (she's Hufflepuff anyway), protective, passionate and a good listener. She tends to have few close friends than being surrounded by many acquaintances. Negative traits: She's an introvert, abit too emotional and gets easily lost in thoughts. Sensitive and usually absorb other people’s negative moods.

Hobbies: Tarot reading (cause me too hehe), magical gemstones collecting, dueling practice, caring for magical creatures in her vivarium.

Amortentia: Ginger tea, petrichor, tarot incense smoke which later changed to Sebatian's cologne. Favorite subjects: D.A.D.A, Care for Magical Creatures, Divination.

Least favorite subjects: Potions (she's not the type of person who always sticks to instruction), Arithmancy, History of Magic.

RELATIONSHIPS:

Family: Before her entrance to Hogwarts, Violette lived in a happy and caring family. Her father is a muggle from France, he moved to England with his twin brother in their 20s and met her mother -who is a witch (which she had kept secret until the night she got engaged, her father didn't surprise much, said he "positively felt something mysterious and strange about her the first day they met"). His twin brother is also married to a muggle, they also have a daughter named Noir Laurant. This family sure do like naming their children after color.

Sebastian Sallow: Since Violette's father and uncle are twins, she, more than anyone else understands Sebastian's feelings and why he doesn't give up on finding the cure for Anne. She was aware of the possible consequences of using dark arts, but still went along with Sebastian during the search for the relic cause she just could not bear to see him lose Anne. She admires his determination and outspokenness, which is quite contradicting to her introverted personality. After being dragged into the battle with goblins and Fig's death, Violette was traumatized and self-isolated, she lost her purpose for a while. Sebastian being a focused mind as always, helped snap her back to reality. Violette's loyalty and caring nature are Sebastian's emotional support. She decided to continue finding the cure for Anne with him, in a way that does not involve dark magic.

Ominis Gaunt: Is a wonderful friend to Violette. Both are introverts and do not trust other people easily. Violette likes Ominis's calming energy, and finds his sarcasm funny. They are the type of friends who do not talk much during hang out, just lay down and read books together.

Poppy Sweeting: Poppy is another great friend of Violette, as they're both from Hufflepuff. They share the same dedication to caring for nature and magical creatures. If there is something she cannot talk to the boys, she will share it with Poppy.

Natsai Onai: Violette and Natty get along well, she's always appreciates Natty's attempt to save her from Harlow's crucio. She also likes visiting Divination class to talk about tarot with Natty's mother.

SOME OTHER FACTS:

Violette's favorite food is apple pie & honey ginger tea. She doesn't like pineapple.

She is addicted to cats and will pet any cat she sees on the street.

She owns a brown great-horned owl named Garnet.

Her favorite tarot card is The Star. Favorite gemstone is amethyst due to its healing magic (and the color).

Even though she beat Imelda 3 times in flying and her housemate kept persuading her to join quidditch, she's not very fond of the game. She tried quidditch for about 3 months and then quit, as she doesn't like too much attention. She enjoys dueling in Crossed Wands instead.

Violette is the type of person who sometimes goes out to pick flowers and puts them in books.

She inherited her red hair from her mother.

She has a small scar on her right eye brown which was caused during her fight vs Ranrok Loyalists alongside Sebastian.

[the-aussie-puffle]

Sebastian asked me to meet him at Feldcroft, he doesn't seem to happy that I took a photo of us. Suck it up lover boy.

[crovvlipso]

Hello, I love your Sebastian and Agatha's family pic. But I have a question about their children.

How are their academic performance? Are they all smart and skillful, like their parents, in their own ways?

Thank you so much! I made a little information about them! It's not much but hope you like it and answered your question✨

[weezley]

excuse me, sebastian, i know you have a giant crush on MC but waiting for me in an empty classroom while i talk to a professor is wild

and my new headcanon thanks

[shadowtriovibes]

The Deathday Party

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

Word Count: 2K

Rating: PG (Sixth year students, entirely fluff)

Summary: Sebastian sneaks you into Sir Nicholas' Deathday party.

"Hurry, we don't want to miss it!" Sebastian called over his shoulder as you trailed behind him through the cold dungeons. "Miss what?!" you demanded for the umpteenth time, diligently following a few steps behind him in a halfhearted hunch. Earlier that evening during the Halloween feast, Sebastian had charmed a paper bird over to your seat at the Gryffindor table. You’d smiled as it had gracefully landed on the rim of your goblet of pumpkin juice and pantomimed taking a sip. His enchantments really are remarkable these days, you’d thought to yourself.

“Hurry, we don’t want to miss it!” Sebastian called over his shoulder as you trailed behind him through the cold dungeons.

“Miss what?!” you demanded for the umpteenth time, diligently following a few steps behind him in a halfhearted hunch.

Earlier that evening during the Halloween feast, Sebastian had charmed a paper bird over to your seat at the Gryffindor table. You’d smiled as it had gracefully landed on the rim of your goblet of pumpkin juice and pantomimed taking a sip.

His enchanments really were remarkable these days, you’d thought to yourself.

Once the bird had gone still, you’d carefully unfolded its parchment wings and read in his surprisingly precise handwriting, Meet me outside the common room in fifteen minutes.

You didn’t have to ask which common room – you’d been snuck into the Slytherin’s cathedral-like chambers more times than you could count at this point. In fact, after hours you were there more often than in your own quarters, and more than once Ominis had offered to prod the headmaster into having you resorted (if only so he wouldn’t have to assist Sebastian in his more outlandish ways of sneaking you past the prefects on duty).

You glanced across the great hall and subtly nodded when he met your eyes, and a few moments later, while much of the table was distracted by a messy round of gobstones that Zenobia had wrangled some other second-years into at the end of the table, you slipped through the reception hall and down the grand staircase.

It was only when you caught a glimpse of Sebastian leaning against the stone walls of the Slytherin dungeons – just a shimmer, of course – that you cast Disillusionment on yourself.

“Ready?” he asked, and even though you could barely see his face, you could hear his grin.

“Ready for what?” you countered. “You really couldn’t wait until the end of the party to sneak away?”

“I’ve got a better party that I’d like to show you,” Sebastian said smugly. “Trust me, you won’t want to miss this.”

You frowned. Running a quick mental tally in your head, you couldn’t think of anyone who hadn’t been at the feast in the Great Hall. Fresh pumpkin juice, pumpkin pasties, trays upon trays of sweets… it was impossible to pull most students away from the spread. It was only your second year experiencing all the festivities, and even you couldn’t help but feel a bit put out at being pulled away.

As if he could read your mind, Sebastian reached for your hand and started to tug you down the hallway past the common room entrance.

“I promise, this will be worth it,” he said, “but we’ve got to hurry.”

You allowed yourself to be coaxed into following him – but that’s not really a surprise anymore, you thought. Even though you’d only known the Slytherin boy for just over a year, you thought you’d probably follow him pretty much anywhere.

Behind him you crept—past the creaky statues of knights in armor, past the rarely-used toilets that Ominis had once remarked gave him a generally bad feeling, and quickly past the Scriptorium the three of you swore you’d leave sealed for the rest of your time at Hogwarts.

(You breathed a quiet sigh of relief when Sebastian purposefully marched past it – you’d hoped his plans for the evening hadn’t involved going back on your vows, but it was a relief to be sure.)

Finally, he stopped in front of an iron gate blocking off a dark, empty hallway from which emanated a ghostly blue light. With a quick wave of his wand against the creaky lock, the gate rose upward.

“Follow me,” he murmured, letting the Disillusionment charm melt away.

Down several short flights of stairs you went, pulling your cloak tighter around you to ward off the supernatural chill in the air. It was certainly a ghostly party, but nevertheless…

When you emerged from the hallway into a modest banquet room, you gasped.

More than a dozen pairs of ghostly dancers twirled through the room, some across the stone floors and some several meters in the air. Others leaned against the walls chatting happily with each other, dressed in brilliant attire spanning several centuries of wizarding history – all brought to “life” in one room, lit by cool blue flames flickering in chandeliers high above.

“Sebastian, what is this?” you asked softly, reaching for his sleeve.

“It’s a Deathday party,” he said as you tugged his arm into your grasp, a knowing smile on his lips. “A proud tradition for the ghosts of Hogwarts on the anniversary of their deaths. This is a special one, thrown each year on Halloween night by Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington.”

You couldn’t help but scoff. “How posh of you, Sebastian – do you perhaps mean Nearly-Headless Nick?”

Sebastian bit the inside of his cheek. “I don’t actually think he likes to be called that.”

Immediately, you knew that there was a story there that you’d have to work out of him. But for the moment, you spared him the indignity of it, knowing Sir Nicholas himself was likely nearby. That didn’t stop you from teasing him.

“Come now, Seb, we’re practically old pals,” you said with a prim smirk. “Sir Nicholas is a Gryffindor after all, and last year he helped me track down those missing pages from the book you helped me get from the Restricted Section.”

“You never told me about that!” He bumped his shoulder against yours. “Regardless, if you’re such close friends, why didn’t he invite you to his party last year?”

“I suppose he might have been sulking a bit,” you admitted, keeping your voice low. “He’d been turned down for the Headless Hunt again, despite bringing some rotten roast beef I nicked from the kitchen for him.”

“Poor guy,” Sebastian murmured. “I’m glad he’s in the mood to celebrate this year, at least.”

Just then, the two of you glanced across the room as Sir Nicholas raised a ghostly goblet in the air and called out, “Welcome, my mortal friends!”

To say that you and Sir Nicholas were close would be an exaggeration, and you were almost certain that you and Sebastian were in fact gatecrashing the party given your date’s general unease when it came to teasing the man of the hour, but he still seemed delighted to see you.

You suspected your very presence granted Sir Nicholas some sort of status among the other ghosts, who began to whisper excitedly to each other around the room as you joined the other celebrants.

“Happy, er… Deathday, Sir Nicholas,” you offered. “What a lovely party!”

“So pleased you could join us on this momentous occasion,” he boasted and as he gesticulated with his translucent goblet, you realized that it was quite empty. “As you may have heard, this is my four-hundred-and-seventh Deathday anniversary!”

“That’s a big year,” Sebastian commented under his breath, and you gently elbowed him in the waist.

“Please, help yourselves to our merriment and revelry!” Sir Nicholas continued, undeterred. “I fear you will not enjoy our assortment of refreshments – most everything is spoiled rotten.”

“That’s quite alright,” you answered with a wince. “We just came from the Halloween feast, so we’re not hungry.”

“But this is a much more exciting party, Sir Nicholas,” Sebastian told your host and his onlookers, and you watched as any lingering distrust the ghost held for your mischievous date melted away.

Reinvigorated by your compliments, Sir Nicholas took off to greet more guests who arrived by descending straight through the ceiling. You and Sebastian stepped to the side of the room furthest from the buffet of rotting meats.

“This really is something,” you breathed, and Sebastian watched tenderly as you took it all in. “Thanks for showing me, Seb.”

“It’s about time I surprised you with something,” he drawled.

Just then, you became distracted by a trio of ghosts hastily discussing their dance arrangements – two fully intact, and one who quite literally held his head in his hands.

“I said I would,” the beheaded ghost said, watching as pairs of translucent couples spun happily across the dance floor before glancing at a ghostly woman standing alone.

“You should,” his friend encouraged. “You should ask her!”

“Shan’t hold my breath for that,” the third ghost added derisively.

You tugged on Sebastian’s arm, pivoting him toward the scene.

“No, I’m going to ask her this time,” the first ghost insisted.

“You said that forty years ago,” his companion countered.

A few meters away, the beautiful ghostly woman glanced over her shoulder with a shy smile, and all three men perked up. You glanced at Sebastian, and he bumped his nose against your temple with a fond grin.

“You’re such a nosy one,” he murmured before you delightedly shushed him.

“Did you see that?” the first ghost exclaimed. “She looked at me!”

“My dear mound of shoulders,” the third ghost drawled. “I’m afraid it was I that drew her gaze.”

The first ghost set his own severed head on the table beside him – something you didn’t think you’d ever quite get used to seeing, despite how often Sir Nicholas seems to delight in pulling back his own head to get a rise out of incoming first-years – and straightened his shoulders.

“I’m going to do it,” his head said.

“You should, before the next century,” his encouraging friend replied, and when the man again hesitated for a brief moment, he gently shoved his headless body toward the woman and added, “Oh, for heaven’s sake, get on with it!”

“Milady,” he stammered, offering a hand to her as she turned around. “Would thou takest my hand in dance?”

“Oh,” she breathed, and with a bright smile on her pale face, she nodded and held out a hand.

Sebastian chuckled softly as the two walked toward the center of the room. You sighed, hopelessly romantic.

“I did it, I asked!” the ghost exclaimed as he led his dance partner away.

Bless him, he only faltered for a moment when the more cynical of the two cleared his throat and, while gesturing to the dancer’s abandoned head, called out, “Forgetting something?”

“Oh! M-milady,” the man’s head yelped from the table. “Might I borrow my body perchance?”

Much to your delight, she ignored his stuttered requests and kept twirling with his headless body, and the two weary onlookers took each other's hands and began to dance together while one remarked, “What a handsome couple we make!”

You couldn’t help but dissolve into giggles.

“Well, wasn’t that sweet,” Sebastian took a step back from you so he could grab both of your hands. “Young love, hm?”

“More like centuries-old love,” you laughed, letting him place one of your hands on his shoulder while he rested his own on your waist.

You’d only just had your very first dance lessons for the upcoming Yule Ball earlier that month, and while you’d regrettably been split into your respective houses, the two of you had taken to practicing together in the Undercroft while teasing a bewildered Ominis about who he should ask.

“Care to dance?” Sebastian asked, starting to sway you out amongst the other couples.

You pursed your lips to hide your smile. It was just so perfectly headstrong of him – so perfectly Sebastian of him, in fact – to ask you for a dance while he already had you in his arms.

[myokk]

[anto-pops]

I offer more memes

I LOVE THESE LMAOOO the last one is so relatable, I’ve played the game three times and I still get pissed when he takes his time writing to ask me for something.

Like what could POSSIBLY be more important than hanging out with me Sebastian what’s your problem 😤

[the-kcm-muggleborn]

Spin Off

"Kind For You"

"A Glipse Into The Future"

Fandom: Hogwarts Legacy

O/C: Sebastian Sallow x Edwart Thompson (My OC) ✨️Romantic✨️

Warnings: angst, swearing, lil kissing;)

Word count: 2k>

Sebastian was sitting at the table. Sipping tea while carelessly browsing through a small stack of papers he took home. He was all finished with the important ones, now he was just waiting. Ominis went to sleep long ago. but Sebastian couldn’t not until Edwart was home. Three men have been living in a house for about 6 years now. Edwart has been a few hours late… again. “That man always finds himself getting into more trouble.” Sebastian thought. He was worried sick, Ominis tried to calm him down earlier but to no avail.

 Edwart and Sebastian were both Aurors. Sebastian stepped down from fieldwork after he’d been seriously hurt a while ago. Now he’s taking care of recruitment and general paperwork. It pays a little less but he’s grateful to work in a safe environment. The same can't be said for Edwart. He was obsessed with field work, never stopping or taking a breather not even when he was sick which was why Sebastian was so worried. He hasn’t been sleeping well for a long while. He refused any help, even Ominis’s as he was a Healer.

Sebastian took a deep breath. Looking at the clock: 01:28 a.m it read. As Sebastian finally got up to his feet, giving up the wait and deciding to go to sleep, he heard the front door quietly open. 

Sebastian stopped dead in his tracks. Waiting for Edwart to undress and come in. 

“Hello Seb…” Edwart’s quiet voice sounded through the quiet house. 

He looked awful. The dirt covering Edwart's hair was visible and sweat glistened his skin. Sebastian also noticed a few blood stains covering Edwart's clothes but no cuts or holes.

“Where have you been?” Sebastian said with a clenched jaw “Do you know what time it is!? I-”

“I’m sorry.” Edwart interrupted. “I know I should've owled you. The haunt took longer than expected…” Edwart was covering the right side of his face as he moved to the kitchen to grab something cold from their refrigerator to keep his right eye covered. But of course, Sebastian took notice of that. 

He took Edwart’s hand holding a cold beer and moved it aside. Then Sebastian noticed what Edwart was trying so desperately to hide.

“What the-!” Sebastian said as he gently touched the purple bruise covering Edwart’s hazel eye. Sebastian looked at him bewildered as Edwart took his hand and kissed it gently on the knuckles. 

“I'm fine! I swear Seb. I just made a mistake. It will be mitigated soon enough. Already took a Wiggenweld.”

“I hate your job.” Sebastian shook his head as he put a hand on Edwart's left, not bruised cheek. “I wish you would just change the department like I di-” 

Edwart signed annoyed as he stepped away from Sebastian. “And do what exactly? Go through papers like you do?” Edwart said with a grimace. “We've been through this! Not. Happening.”

“You're going to get yourself killed,” Sebastian said quietly with disappointment knowing he would not convince his stubborn boyfriend. “If you'd only take less hours then-.”

“There's nothing to talk about.” Edwart just shut down as he usually did lately

“Ed-” Sebastian began but Edwart just pushed him once again.

“I don't want to hear it, Sebastian!” Edwart said and locked himself in the bathroom. 

“Edwart! Come back out here! We have to talk about this!” After a minute Sebastian heard a shower and decided to give it up and go to sleep. 

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Sebastian was doing less paperwork and more actual training than the 18-year-olds who had just graduated from Hogwarts. The past year field work has gotten as dangerous as ever. Poachers were at it again and for some reason cutting deals with Goblins. As much as Sebastian wasn't keen on Goblins nor Poachers. Unfortunately, he was aware Edwart wasn't going to step back from fieldwork. It was too important for his Hufflepuff righteous heart to drop it and focus on his health which was quickly worsening. Sebastian was unsure what would need to happen for Edwart to take more than one day off.

Sebastian looked at a wall clock in his office. Only half an hour of paperwork till his day comes to an end. He sent an owl to Anne this morning yet to receive an answer, when someone stepped into his office space...

“Oh! Nice to see you Natty, how are you?”Sebastian smiled.

Natsai Onai has gotten a big promotion this morning. Not counting a new spiffy paycheck, she's been moved to a different department. "Overseeing Outside Mission" meant she would be working in the field much less but would be earning much more. She and Edwart were working quite often together. Getting into different sorts of trouble but Sebastian was sleeping better knowing someone as competent as Natty was overseeing him. 

“I’m good actually. I was just hoping you had that holiday form so I could fill it out. I just got approved.” She gave Sebastian the letter to confirm

“Oh Nat! That's wonderful! I heard of your promotion! Congratulation! Where are you off to?”

Sebastian took it. He rummaged through one of his desk drawers to find the form and give it to his friend.

“Thank you, Sebastian. I am going to travel to Uganda, again! Oh, I am so excited! Are you and Edwart planning to go anywhere soon? I know he has a lot of unused vacation days. It seems he never stops working against those nasty poachers. Very noble of him but...” Natsai's glee has subsided for a moment. “Seems he really needs it…”

She quickly filled it out as Sebastian took notice of Natty’s words. He knew exactly what she was talking about. As a little side work, Sebastian has volunteered to organise off days for the Auror Fields department. He has seen debriefing of many field missions mostly to keep a close eye on Edwart since he was no longer his field partner. As Sebastian has stepped down, his lover, on the other hand, has gotten almost obsessed over the past year. He was glad Natty was his new partner. That was until today when she got that great promotion...

She handed the filled-out forme as Sebastian put the ‘APPROVED’ stamp and hid the copy in another drawer.

“What do you mean?” Sebastian asked with concern. 

Natty sighed. “He didn’t tell you?” Sebastian shook his head as Natty continued.

“He fainted yesterday, I tried to ask him to go home but he wouldn't.”

Sebastian hid his face in his hands with frustration. Natty kept on explaining. “He wanted to finish the mission. You know how he is… anyway I’ve got to go now. Thank you. And see you soon.”

“Goodbye…” Sebastian was frustrated. Edwart was really going to get himself killed if he continued like this! Thank Merlin he had a day off today. Sebastian has run out of ideas as to what to do. He tried talking with Edwart, but he wasn't having it. Sebastian didn't know what he would have done if he found Edwart working today...

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“I'm home.” Ominis sounded as he was back from his late evening shift.

“Hi,” Sebastian spoke as he was reading a book. “There's food on the stove if you're hungry…” 

“Oh? Who cooked it?” Ominis asked as he tried to feel a smell. ;;

“Edwart did. But he's out cold. Sleeping I think but I’m not sure. He actually went to bed this time. Not that bloody couch.” Sebastian spoke without raising his sight. 

Ominis came into the kitchen. Grabbed himself food and sat at the table with Sebastian with a sigh.  “What time did he return yesterday?”

Sebastian put down his book as he spoke. “Almost 2 a.m… He was foul-looking and had a big bruise over his eye. Looks to be better today.”

“Merlin… Seems Poachers are getting active again. I've read the Daily Prophet. ” Ominis spoke as he took a spoonful of a delicious stew Edwart prepared. Then Ominis signed. "Edwart is going to kill himself off with that job."

“He won't listen to me. Natsai told me… he passed out yesterday on the job. She was pleading with him to go home. He wouldn't budge.”

Ominis took a deep breath. “What do you want to do?”

“I have no clue…” Sebastian hid his face in his hands in frustration. “...any ideas?”

“Hmm…” Ominis thought. “I can write a recommendation for Edwart to get a medical check to determine if he is fit to work. He'll most likely fail it and then he will have to take a mandatory week off. Is that's what you want..?” 

“Oh, that's a great idea. Please do that, send me the details and I'll forward it with a report of last night's job. That should work.” 

Just then as If Edwart’s ears had been burning he came down the stairs in silence. He poured himself a cup of tea and he sat down at the table.

“Hi.” His voice was quiet and marked by tiredness. “I wanted to apologise for yesterday. I-I made your favourite...” He looked shamefully at Sebastian.

“Were you sleeping alright?” Sebastian asked as he took Edwart's hand and gently kissed it a bunch of times.

“No. I had a nightmare again…” Edwart sighed as he sipped his tea.

Sebastian looked at Ominis who frowned and nodded slightly in understanding. “Listen, we think-.”

Edwart interrupted. “Before you say anything. I-" He took a deep breath. “I've just requested two weeks off.”

Sebastian and Ominis looked surprised as if they were in school again. Amazing Edwart could still shock them like this after all these years. Or maybe he was listening to their conversation.

“Why the sudden change?”Sebastian squeezed Edwarts's hand.

“I'm not doing okay.” Edwart shook his head. “I haven’t been for a while. I can't pretend. I just-. I can't do it anymore.” 

Ominis put his hand on Edwart's shoulder. “That's completely fine Ed! More than fine! You need this break more than any of us.” 

Edwart sniffled slightly. Sebastian could see he was on the brink of crying. 

“Alright. Let’s get you to bed. Not a couch. Come on.” Sebastian instructed as Edwart followed “Goodnight Ominis.”

“Goodnight,” Ominis spoke with a small smile.

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As Sebastian and Edwart settled into bed together. Sebastian has laid Edwart on top of him trying to comfort him. Sebastian knew Edwart was a mess. He needed that form of affection now, more than ever. Then as Sebastian predicted Edwart's walls crumbled down as he started silently crying.

 “I'm sorry,” Edwart said just below a whisper. “I'm so sorry. I was such a dick to you. You didn’t deserve it.” 

“I'm sorry I didn't press harder.” Sebastian kissed Edwart’s forehead as he gently flipped the position to be on top of his boyfriend. “But you have nothing to apologise for. Weeks, I've let you sleep on that dreadful couch… in your own house  nonetheless. Let me make this up to you…” 

Sebastian started kissing Edwart gently and slowly as if to make a statement. He started with his earlobe.

 “I’ll kiss away every bad dream,” Sebastian whispered and he moved down to Edwart’s neck. Sucking the skin earned him a throaty low groan from his boyfriend. As Sebastian progressed to make Edwart feel good for the first time in weeks. He sucked different areas until a moan was extracted. Sebastian kept going as Edwart kept squirming; he grabbed Sebastian by the roots of his hair to steady himself. 

“Sebastiaahh..!” Edwart tried to get a word in but was unable to as Sebastian started a make-out session trying to make Edwart think of something else. Or not to think at all. Edwart was a moaning mess when Sebastian was kissing and sucking every inch of his upper body. Edwart had his hands locked on Sebastian's neck deepening the kiss. This time Sebastian groaned as Eddie kissed his neck. Sebastian started kissing Edwart’s collarbone leaving love marks and bites. Before going lower to receive from Edwart, more pleasant noises. He was moaning and groaning as Sebastian held Ed’s hands above his head as he was pestering him with deep chest kisses. 

Sebastian hung low again just above Edwart's ear as he said. “I'll make you forget your nightmares…” 

This time Edwart didn't have any unpleasantries, just pure pleasure at the simple yet very effective affection given by his freckled boyfriend.

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MASTERLIST

Ahhhhh! Thank you so much for reading! I AM NOT writing smut and even writing heavy kissing like this is new territory to me. Especially male. Either way I love this part. Sebby being comforting again Edwart being sleep deprived again. Beautiful mix. And Ominis is living with them, bc why not? They're still young and it's good to have roommates. I think this one is my favourite one so far:) there are more to come.

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long-overdue, but we got there in the end. apologies if the formatting is lacking/awkward to navigate, and thanks for reading!

everything has also been posted to my hl ao3 account, if that's your platform of choice

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(i can't) reign it in

ao3 | chapter one | chapter two | chapter three

In the immediate aftermath of battle, the professors race further into the foundations of Hogwarts. They daren't focus on the dangerous pickling of magic in the air, or how empty wiggenweld bottles crack underfoot- all that matters is getting to MC and Eleazar. They find them, but in a worse state than anyone could have foreseen. In the weeks that follow, MC struggles to cope with the grief of losing Professor Fig, determined to solider on alone. Repressing that pain has potentially devastating consequences for the secret of Ancient Magic.

(a three-parter exploring what i imagine the aftermath of the final battle might look like, coupled with concerned staff, and the support of our beloved companions)

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Mentor Privileges

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'What just happened?' 'I just got us out of trouble.' 'No, you just pulled an Ominis.' 'I what' 'Excuse me?'

When Professor Weasley catches MC, Sebastian, and Ominis sneaking back into the castle after curfew, it seems like only one desperate move might keep them out of serious punishment. Except, before Ominis can even murmur a syllable about his family connections to the Headmaster, MC is speaking, claiming Professor Fig authorised their excursion, and it turns out there's another trump card among their ranks. Afterall, how could a professor argue with another professor?

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Is This Seat Taken?

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Ominis didn't usually mind History of Magic. Dull as it was, at least the class gave him a change to get some peaceful sleep for once. It was almost enough to make up for the stinging loneliness that came with the reminder that he was sitting alone, that nobody wanted to sit next to a Gaunt- nobody except Sebastian and once upon a time, Anne.

And maybe, in the light of a newly blossoming friendship, MC.

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A Foal's Trust

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Death had a way of haunting you, especially when it occurs at your own hands. Sebastian hasn't been the same since that fateful night in the Feldcroft Catacombs, and struggles to come to terms with who he is in the aftermath- his gaze skirted around mirrors, he couldn't trust his own defensive magic, and begins to fade in to himself, steeping in self doubt.

For weeks, MC has felt condemned to watch as Sebastian's thoughts drifted to where they couldn't follow, longing to reach out and help, but feeling lost in knowing where to start.

But maybe it doesn't have to come from them.

And as it happens, they know just the den of unicorns that might be able to help.

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Don't Blame Me

ao3 | chapter one

Sebastian's concerns for MC's safety are at an all-time high. He's had it with their recklessness, their decision to trust a goblin the final nail in the coffin- if they refuse to listen to reason, insisting on continually endangering themselves, then Sebastian would simply have to take measures into his own hands.

When rumours begin to circulate about their latest exploit (the takedown of an ashwinder base) he's hit with an epiphany. Perhaps the enemy of his friend, could be his ally.

Whatever happened next, at least he'd always know MC was alive, no matter what the cost.