#gareth weasley

[hiiragimare]

If Hogwarts Legacy were a TV series episode😆😆

the bloopers would probably look like this:👆

[nightsmarish]

If we never get romance I'm gonna kill myself

Have you SEEN them?

Im so upset

[kricketwritesstories]

Veritaserum or Dare

A Hogwarts Legacy Fic

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow/MC; Sebastian Sallow/reader

Summary: You and a bunch of your friends are at Hogwarts during Christmas break. Garreth overhears you explaining the muggle game truth or dare and decides to “enhance” it like one of his potion experiments.

Hilarity and confessions ensue

“What afraid of the truth Gaunt,” Imelda taunted.

Ominis chuckled, “It’s not me, it’s the rest of you I fear for…but if it’s truth you guys want don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Before anyone could protest he had already downed the vial of veritaserum Imelda was holding out for him.

“Well now you will all see what I’ve had to deal with for 6 years,” Sebastian said smugly before he drank his vial. He grimaced, “Good luck to us all!”

The odd circle of friends gathered around the fire of the Slytherin common room look at one another with excitement and apprehension. It was Garreth who suggested Veritaserum or Dare after overhearing you explain truth or dare to Imelda, Natty, and Poppy. How he got everyone to agree - specifically Ominis and Amit - was a mystery to everyone. He was the one who suggested to play in the Slytherin common room as well to “be as far away” from his aunts meddling as possible.

“The only reason I agreed to this is because Sebastian is the one who brewed this,” you admitted.

Sebastian’s cheeks reddened at your compliment and in that moment he was thankful he was seated the closest to the fire. His voice portrayed his usual confidence as he teased, “Here that Weasley? I’m the trusted potionier here!”

“Yea, yea,” the redhead dismissed, “let’s get this started before the effects wear off…with how strong this is we’ve got what an hour or two tops?”

The game commenced and after a few rounds everyone was frustrated. Not one person had picked truth. As frustrating as that was at least the dares were amusing:

Amit had to use the disillusionment charm and retrieve one of Professor Garlick’s undergarments. When he came back red faced and explained she didn’t own any, the roars of laughter echoed throughout the dungeon.

Natty had to run around the faculty tower in her animagus form without getting caught. Watching a gazelle attempting to go up and down the spiral stairs was too much. She was almost caught because the group of you watching couldn’t stop laughing. Professor Onai stepped out of her room at one point and looked around to find nothing there.

“Hearing wild animals in the hallways,” she said as she looked down at her mug and whistled lowly, “I better slow down on the fire whiskey.”

As soon as she went back inside the lot of you hauled ass back to the Slytherin common room and only then did you start laughing again.

Natty swatted Amit hard on his shoulder, “Don’t you ever try to mount me like I’m some kind of horse when I’m in my animagus form ever again or I’ll shove your precious telescope so far up you-“

“I’M SORRY I PANCIKED,” Amit cried running away from Natty, “YOU KNOW I CAN’T RUN FAST!”

Poppy had to down a shot of fire whiskey that Gareth had pilfered and then try to steal Leander’s toad that he left behind while he went home for the holiday. After several run ins with walls and hiccuping pleas that she would be a better owner than Leander, she finally got him.

“I’m *hiccup* keeping him. What kind of soulless *hiccup* git *hiccup* leaves a creature behind,” she declared before she started crying. It took several minutes of soothing and petting the toad to calm her down. She still cuddled him now and randomly reassured him that he was safe now she would treat him better anyway.

Imelda had to “makeout” with a portrait - specifically Sir Cadogan - and she did so with gusto and way too little shame.

“You know as amusing as all these dares I’ve witnessed tonight are,” Ominis deadpanned at the group, “what’s the point of downing vertaserum if we aren’t planning on taking advantage of its effects!”

No one spoke up.

“Fine I’ll start: truth ask me anything,” he sighed in frustration.

“Umm do you have a crush on anyone,” Natty piped up, unsure what else to ask.

“How original,” he sighed but there was no real venom in his voice, “I suppose if I didn’t have a crush on my girlfriend she would be highly put out don’t you think?”

The group gasped. You giggled furiously. Sebastian whipped his head around to his best friend, “Girlfriend?! What girlfriend? And wait why is y/n laughing? Did you know he has a girlfriend?”

“Yes and it’s not my turn,” you laughed as you answered strategically

“Traitors! The both of you,” he exclaimed, “well who is it?!”

“Sorry, my turn is over and it’s my turn to ask,” Ominis stated simply. He smiled as he heard the uptick of Sebastian’s heart. It was too easy…might as well make him sweat a bit.

“I think I shall ask….Imelda, truth or dare?”

“Truth, bring it Gaunt, I have nothing to hide,” she said proudly.

“The other day I was taking a walk outside, right around Kogawa’s office and summoners court,” Ominis started.

Imelda’s face fell immediately and she looked like she was about to be sick.

“As I walked past the room where the quidditch supplies are kept I couldn’t help but hear your outcries of distress,” Ominis grinned as he emphasized outcries, “or was it distress? Or rather the true question: what were you doing in there?”

Everyone looked at her expectantly. She gripped her mouth until her knuckles were white. She felt like she was going to be sick if she didn’t answer soon. “Oh come now Imelda, I thought you had nothing to hide,” Ominis teased mercilessly.

The serum was burning through her forcing the truth out. In one breath she exclaimed, “I was getting myself off on my broom.”

There was a beat of silence before everyone lost it. “I told you I wasn’t the one who should be afraid,” Ominis said smugly.

“I knew how much you loved flying but I didn’t KNOW how much you LOVED flying,” Natty said in between giggles.

“How does one even do something like that with a broom,” Poppy asked innocently confused.

“Good question Poppy,” Gareth interjected, “I dare you to show us how!”

All the girls threw pillows at him shouting choruses of, “You’re disgusting!” and “How dare you?!”

Imelda sat a little straighter, “Too bad. My turns over and you know what Sallow you’ve been a bit too quiet.”

Sebastian’s eyes went wide, “So wait, I didn’t say anything like these guys - all I did was laugh - and you’re after me now?!”

“Afraid of the truth Sallow,” Imelda dared, knowing Sebastian never backs down from a challenge.

“Absolutely not, fire away,” he declared with forced casualness.

“Last year,” she started slowly.

You, Sebastian, and Ominis tensed slightly and stole glances at one another.

“There was a rumor that you took the fall for breaking into the restricted section for this one,” she nodded her head at you, “Why?”

You cut in laughing, “Everyone knows he likes having people owe him favors so -“

“I thought she was gorgeous and I wanted to both impress and protect her,” he admitted with a red face, not daring to look in your direction.

As a chorus of “ooos” and “I knew it”s rang out you reached for the fire whiskey so you could blame your deep red body blush on that instead of Sebastian’s admission.

“Hey that’s not butter beer,” Poppy whispered knowing you never touch fire whiskey.

“I know,” you whispered back right before you downed a huge gulp.

“Gareth,” Sebastian said briskly, determined to get the spotlight off him, “who’s name do you pant when you get off - anyone here?”

This is when Sebastian finally looks at you. He has a triumphant grin as he’s sure his point is about ready to be proven.

“Poppy,” Gareth said sheepishly.

Poppy immediately spit her butter beer out and it sprayed all over Amit.

“I’m sorry,” Gareth winced, “I didn’t mean for you to find out my feelings for you this way.”

He shot a glare at Sebastian at the same time you shouted, “HA! I told you he was never flirting with me that we’re just friends!”

Sebastian gaped open mouthed between Poppy (who had just taken another shot of fire whiskey herself) and Gareth.

“But…but I swear he was all over you and flirting all last year,” Sebastian doubled down.

“Yea I was,” Gareth explained as he scratched the back of his neck, “I thought if I flattered her she would be able to get me an in with Poppy. Y/n is the first person to gain any headway with her so….”

“Wait a minute,” Amit piped up, “why does it matter to you if he was flirting with her or not?”

Ominis chuckled, but said nothing.

“Yea and why is it so important that Sebastian know that he wasn’t y/n,” Natty asked knowingly.

“And those are the million Knut questions aren’t they,” Ominis said smugly as he raised his glass of butter beer and took a drink.

“Wh- wh- who’s turn is it now,” you asked in a high pitched voice.

“Everyone’s gone but you sweetheart,” Gareth said.

“Knock that off Weasley or I swear to Merlin I will curse you so badly your future generations will feel it,” Sebastian barked.

You could hear a pin drop as everyone turned to stare at him. Everyone, except for you, was holding in so much laughter it hurt.

“DARE,” you screamed to break the tension, “I will take any dare you throw at me right now!”

The heads that were turned on Sebastian all creepily turned towards you with that same “cat who got the cream” facial expression. You shuddered as you realized your mistake, and braced for what was to come.

“I DARE you,” Gareth declared with purpose, “to tell your crush that you like him.”

Sebastian held his breath. He was torn between loudly protesting and begging Merlin that it was him. All those feelings still when he saw a tear stream down your face - then all he felt was anger.

“Look what you did Weasley,” he said enraged as he pulled out his wand, “couldn’t give her a break? Or be more original?”

“It’s okay I’m just scared of rejection and I definitely didn’t want to say these words with an audience but if I don’t say it I’m going to explode,” you explained quietly as you put a hand on Sebastian’s arm to lower his wand.

He turned to face you and you looked up at him through your lashes.

“I love you Sebastian,” you said in a small voice, “I’ve loved you from the moment I saw you in our common room, pacing in concentration nose deep in a book. When you called me a kindred spirit I thought for sure you could see I was a goner. I come with a lot of baggage and we’re so close as friends. I understand if this puts you off and you want space from me.”

Sebastian just stared open mouthed back at you. He did so a beat too long and you start walking to your dorm while furiously wiping at your face, “I’m off to bed. Happy Christmas guys!”

When you were completely out of the room everyone turned their eyes to Sebastian who was still frozen in place.

“SALLOW YOU ABSOLUTELY ARSE! I MAY FUCK MY BROOM ON OCCASION BUT THAT’S NOTHING COMPARED TO HOW BADLY YOU JUST FUCKED UP RIGHT NOW,” Imelda screeched and cringed at her own admission. Her anger for her friend overriding her embarrassment.

“Imelda is spot on Sebastian,” Ominis sighed in judgment as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

Suddenly he stood up and announced, “Sebastian: you’re not allowed back in our room until after you’ve fixed this, you utter imbecile. Garreth, you don’t deserve Poppy, but she seems to be into you despite your revelations. Don’t. Muck. It. Up. She’s not a potion to be experimented with. Natty, Poppy - you two are lovely, never change. Amit: good luck not picturing Professor Garlick naked from now on. Imelda: you fuck your broom, enough said. Now goodnight!”

Everyone was silently holding their breath as he headed towards his room. Right before he walked out of eye sight he turned around and said, “Oh yes, and Sebastian? I’m courting Anne, because I am a man who can express his feelings and do something about them. I’m blind not dumb.”

After a few moments of silence Garreth shrugged and spoke up, “He did warn us about him joining in. He was not kidding.”

“I’m - regrettably - a Gaunt. We don’t kid,” Ominis shouted from the hallway, “and before you comment I’m blind not deaf and you have the shrillest voice I’ve ever heard from a man Garreth!”

“What are you still doing here,” Amit questioned the still frozen Sebastian.

“I think he’s still in shock,” Natty giggled.

“HEY SALLOW! HAVE YOU BEEN PETRIFICUS TOTALUSED?! NO? THEN GO FIX THIS NOW OR SO HELP ME I WILL HEX YOU MYSELF,” Poppy threatened.

That snapped Sebastian out of it and he turned to look at Poppy. When he saw the dangerous look in her eyes he scrambled tripping over his feet and took off for your dorm.

“That…was incredibly sexy,” Gareth said as he slid closer to Poppy, “I knew you had a little Gryffindor inside you….would you liked some more?”

He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively as Imelda yelled at him and Poppy giggled.

“Buy me a butterbeer first and then we’ll talk,” she said flirtatiously.

Sebastian could barely hear the roar of his friends’ laughter over the rapid beating of his heart. He knocked on your door a couple times before coming in. You were sat on the side of your bed with your back to him.

“Go away Sebastian. I don’t want your pity,” you said tiredly, “I know I’m a lot to deal with so I’m not surprised and you don’t have to worry I won’t fawn all over you.”

Hearing your self deprecating side hurt him to his core and gave him the strength he needed. In a couple quick strides he made it over to face you. Then he said something you did not expect:

“I know you didn’t take the veritaserum,” he said softly.

“What are you talking about,” you said defensively.

He gave you a knowing look and you sighed, “How did you know?”

It was his turn to sigh as he sat next to you on your bed tilting his body to face you.

“Because I know you. You’re so caring and responsible I know that there is no way that you would ever risk accidentally letting out the…how shall I say…more confidential details about last years events. Which is something I didn’t even think about, no surprise there,” he reasoned before giving you that lopsided grin that made you weak in the knees, “and I might have definitely seen you put the full vial in your pocket when you thought no one was paying attention. And if there’s one thing I do thoroughly is pay attention to you.”

“Sebastian don’t say things you don’t mean just to make me feel bet - OH MERLIN WHAT ARE YOU DOING,” you exclaimed as he bent over you to root through your right pocket.

“See I pay attention,” he said with a grin before he downed the serum, “Just in case the first batch wore off…I need you to know I’m being completely honest.”

He waited a moment and then stood up to move in front of you. You couldn’t stop the billions of butterflies that fluttered around in your stomach as he crouched down and gently took your hands in his.

You’d never seen him look this serious - well other than his frustrated and angry seriousness from last year. This was different. This was softness and so very vulnerable.

“The day you came bursting in the great hall out of breath but still maintaining a confidence that showed us all you belong here…I just knew you were special. I was hoping desperately you’d be sorted in Slytherin. I chided myself for that. See I know everyone thinks I’m a big flirt but it’s not on purpose. I can’t help how naturally charming I am,” he visibly cringed after he said that last sentence.

You chuckled and gave him a deadpan look.

“Okay yea, maybe you’re right and I am a but arrogant, I heard it then,” he admitted and shook his head, “regardless, love and those kind of relationships just weren’t on my priority list. Anne and I went through so much. When I wasn’t at Hogwarts I was just trying to survive being around my Uncle and how he treated me. Then when I was here I had my sister and Ominis and my studies - and yes okay being generally popular has been fun. Yep heard it that time too - Merlin I didn’t know I thought so highly of myself!”

“Go on,” you encouraged through your soft laughter, “before the serum wears off and I don’t believe a word you’re saying.”

“I know you’re teasing but ouch. You’re right though. When you came over and spoke to me I called you a kindred spirit because I knew if I said soulmate I would’ve scared you away. It didn’t make sense to me I didn’t even know you but you felt like home almost immediately. Then you knocked me on my ass and I was done for, I had to do whatever I could to be close to you. I do pay attention. I look for you everywhere when we’re not together. I come up with any excuse I can to be near you. Then when everything went sideways you stayed by me even when I was nasty to you, when I cursed you, when I took more than I gave. I was horrible and I don’t deserve you. You. Beautiful. Incredible. Kind. Feisty. Witty. Intelligent. Wonderful you. I love you darling, I’ve been yours since I laid eyes on you.”

Tears spilled from your eyes as you lunged forward to capture his lips in a kiss. He responded in kind and as the kiss deepened you grabbed a hold of his shirt and pulled him up onto the bed with you. Neither of you broke the kiss during this, each of you needing the other more than air.

He caged you between his arms and the bed. Then just as suddenly as it started he pulled away looking confused and slightly upset.

Your mind started racing: did you go too far, did he change his mind now that you’ve kissed, were you a bad kisser?!

“Wait a minute,” he said slowly processing something as he looked towards your door, “Did Ominis say that he’s dating Anne - as in my twin sister Anne?!”

You burst out laughing underneath him, “You’re slow, but you get there!”

While he was distracted you used your legs to flip him over on his back so you were on top straddling him. You smirked as you took in his shocked and reddened face. Thank Merlin for all that galavanting in the highlands, you were a lot stronger than you looked

“Now that I’ve knocked you on your ass again, how about we put Ominis and Anne on hold and focus on you and me, huh,” you said lowly causing Sebastian to shiver.

He reached a hand out to tuck some of your hair behind your ear and whispered, “Merlin I love you!”

His face broke out in a devilish grin, “I could get used to this view you know.”

Normally you’d blush and turn into a puddle at his words. Not tonight, not now that you know he feels the same.

“Well then let’s experiment and see how many ‘views’ we can come up with,” you said suggestively.

Sebastian gulped but maintained his confidence when he spoke, “I am a sucker for research and experiments. And we do have a lot of time to make up for, don’t we darling?”

As you both got lost in one another you didn’t hear what was going on outside your door.

“Well I guess I’m not sleeping in my room tonight,” Imelda sighed, “I mean good on them - about time honestly. However I don’t even want to sleep in this house tonight, Sallow seems like a screamer to me.”

“You would know,” teased Poppy referring to Ominis hearing Imelda having fun with her broom

“That’s it you’re never touching firewhiskey again,” Imelda scolded as her cheeks heated up, “can I stay in your room Natty, since Poppy here is being a jerk.”

Natty put an arm around Imelda and smiled warmly at her.

“Of course you can, my friend…just uh…leave your broom behind please,” she joked and then bolted before Imelda could hex her.

“OH COME ON, YOU TOO,” Imelda shouted as she took off after her back to the common room where Garreth and Amit were still lounging.

“Do you think she gets splinters…you know….there,” a wide eyed Amit asked Garreth.

“Weasley. You. Are. DEAD,” Imelda yelled as she pulled out her wand.

“WHY ME,” he shrieked.

“Because this game was your damn idea to begin with now stay still you rotten bastard,” she ordered.

“POPPY SAVE ME! YOU’RE SCARY ENOUGH ON FIREWHISKEY TO TAKE HER! HELP!,” Garreth screeched as he ran.

In that moment you broke your kiss with Sebastian. You looked absolutely panicked as you whisper yelled, “Oh no Professor Weasley! I can hear her voice coming from the common room she sounds horrified! Merlin she’s going to kill us if she finds us like - Seb why are you laughing? Seb come on this is serious! She’s got that shrill upset tone she gets when she’s livid.”

“Just trust me, we’re safe. Now kiss me,” he promised.

“Screw it, you’re worth all the detentions!”

With that the two of you became lost in one another once more. It was a Happy Christmas indeed!

[syaolaurant]

The Purple gang . 💚Violet Mcdowell 💙Violet Castellar (from @vienguinn) 💛Violette Laurant . The first thing came to my mind when I first laid eyes on Violet Castellar was "wow she looks so classy and I love her black hair blue eyes combo so much". I'd love to make a painting of Violet and Pearl someday ~ Your illustration is also something I look forward to see every day.

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Although Violette is French and pronounced abit differently, some students still mispronounce her name and she's already used to that. (She just doesn't have the energy to correct those who are not her close friends and assumes they called her too haha. But Sebastian and Ominis will).

[seb-in-the-shadows]

Hogwarts Legacy as Textposts ✨❤️💙💚💛✨

Part 1 (? 👀)

[siboom777]

"Gareth Weasley nightmare"

I heard the sound and just thought about them. No comments.

[prismolovesfanfiction]

So "jail" is on the Weasley Family clock but who do yall think got jailed to make that happen

My bet is Bill

[artzyleen]

Sketch I did couple of weeks ago and edited digitally

[lavenderandturpentine]

Sebastian: Do you believe in reindeer?

MC: No, of course not. Do you?

Sebastian: Of course…

Imelda: Sebastian, please don’t.

Sebastian: …because I can make you rain, dear.

MC: *blushes in embarrassment*

Ominis: Really, Sebastian? Right in front of my textbook?

Imelda: Someone get him out of here!

[beansnsoup]

I rly wish the hogwarts legacy fandom would wake tf up from their hibernation.

[legacygirlingreen]

Strumming Hearts // Modern! Sebastian Sallow x MC

Authors note: another collaboration with @darch7995 , if y’all aren’t listening to her audios idk what all are doing! This is a modern, rocker Sebastian AU with lots of flirting, tension and happy ending I swear! I def might follow this up with a part 2 at some point. Lots of that 2014 tumblr era vibe going on! Also song is “new perspective by P!ATD

Part 2 of fic is here

Link to audio version(s) here!

Part 1; Part 2;

Love you all 💚

Word count: 6k

Warnings: flirting, teasing, mild angst, suggestive language, groping, nothing too intense

“Stupid friends, on a weekday no less, to the stupid club to see a stupid-“ she muttered into her drink as she leaned against the bar to herself as she stirred her vodka cranberry that Natty had thrust into her hands before she wandered off with the rest of their roommates to try and find the band members before the show.

MC hadn’t wanted to come. Not only had she never listened to this new band, that seemingly everyone around her was obsessed with, but she had finals to study for. On top of that, her usually level headed friends like Natsi, Poppy and Imelda seemingly couldn’t keep it together when it came to just 3 random guys roughly their own age with some instruments.

“Bad night?” A voice behind her said almost directly into her ear and she almost dropped her drink from shock.

Whipping around to see whatever asshole had gotten so close that she could feel his breath on her ear - a strong invasion of space in her mind despite being a necessity in the loud and packed club - she prepared the scowl in advance. As she did so she was confronted with a sight that made her question her desire to scold the man for getting too close.

Dark eyes that cut through her like a knife, however upon further investigation were not cold as she expected. They were warm, honey colored flecks near the center and very inviting despite how deep they ran. As if those dark eyes were swallowing her whole in fields of barley at sunset.

Dark hair to go with the dark eyes, perfectfully tousled as if he constantly had a hand running through the unruly locks. It fell around his head in a slightly shorter style than most of the males in the crowded room, but still maintained the rock and roll vibe of the majority of their peers. Towering over her in height and playful smile upon his full lips.

The one thing that shocked her the most was the endless supply of freckles dotting his extremely handsome face. Attractive enough that the words die upon her tongue, reducing her into a sputtering mess.

He was absolutely stunning. And based on his smirk, he knew it.

What had he asked her again? Oh yeah, if she was having a bad night.

“I suppose. This is just not how I wanted to spend my evening” she said with an eye roll as he smiled down at her.

“Don’t like live music?” He asked her curiously.

“I never said that.” She retorted, taking a long sip of the drink in front of her, as his eyebrow raised.

“So you are here for the show-“ he started but she stopped him with fervent shakes of her head.

“I’m here because my friends promised they’d stop asking me to go out for at least a month if I agreed to come tonight. I have finals coming up and it seemed like the better trade off for a month of peace and quiet” she explained with a shrug as she dug in her jacket pocket, desperately searching for her packet of cigarettes.

“Interesting…” he said without elaborating as he watched her fish a cigarette out of her pocket before attempting to find the lighter.

She seemingly came up empty, frustrated as she went to shove it back in her pocket.

“Need a light?” He asked, holding up a lighter, giving it a small shake as she nodded her head. Just before she could grab it from his hand he smirked.

“Might I bum a cig?” He asked.

“I suppose that’s fair,” she said, fishing another out of her jacket pocket as the sleeves slipped down her arms, exposing her dress straps and shoulders. Handing the cigarette into his outstretched hands she looked to him expectantly for the lighter he promised. Upon receiving the cigarette he joyfully passed off his lighter as his dark eyes scanned the recently revealed skin and the exposed top of her dress, making no attempt to hide the way he lingered on her breasts.

She placed it between her lips, lifting the small device up and striking it as she lit the end of the cig before taking a drag. As she went to hand his lighter back she caught some words written on it, and even in the dim lighting of the club she could still make it out.

If you wanna fuck, smile when you give me back the lighter.

Her eyes immediately went wide as he chuckled at her panicked reaction as she handed the lighter back.

“I mostly keep it for the shock factor at this point” he explained as he lit his own cigarette and re-pocketed the lighter as she decided the warmth of the club was not worth keeping a jacket on if he was already attempting to stare. So MC slipped her jacket off her arms and tossed it on the bar's counter.

“You don’t seem like the type to complain if it gets you laid though” she retorted after taking another drag and he smiled.

“Would anyone?” He asked and she took another sip of her drink, realizing he didn’t have a drink in his hand. Nearing the end of her vodka cran, he flagged down the bartender, allowing the curiosity of the character beside her. Not many people would stick around to hang with a girl who seemed as annoyed as her right now.

“Considering most men I’ve picked up in bars aren’t exactly as skilled as they claim, I would say that lighter seems like a walking red flag” she explained with a small grin and instead of getting upset he laughed.

“Perhaps I keep it around as a warning so smart girls like you know to stay away…” he told her and she let out a small laugh at his antics, finally successful in flagging down the bartender.

“What can I get you?” The man asked her.

“Can I get a refill on my vodka cran and a shot of tequila … along with whatever the gentleman wants. And I’ll start a tab” she explained, handing him her card before turning to the man beside her, gesturing for him to order.

Sebastian had been very surprised at her buying him a drink, as usually the girls he met gave him pretty smiles until he got them whatever fruity drink they desired. Instead this very grumpy girl, who he determined didn’t have a clue he was in the band her friends came to see, offered to buy him a drink.

“Uh… Jack and Coke and I guess a shot of tequila if the lady is having one” he told the man who nodded before turning away to grab their drinks.

“Thanks for the drinks. I can’t tell you the last time a lady picked up the tab for me. Pops is probably rolling in his grave for breaking propriety but I know for a fact he wasn’t always a gentleman either” he said with a genuine and intrigued smile.

“I won’t tell him if you don’t… I tend to find myself liking to do the opposite of what everyone else does” she said with a shrug.

“Just to be different out of principle or just a naturally inclined rebel?” He asked as the man set down the drinks in front of them.

“Depends on the circumstances I suppose” she said, lifting the tequila shot, gesturing for him to do the same. “What do you want to toast to?” She asked him as she set her cigarette into the tray on the bar.

“How about a night of being rebels?” He asked her and she nodded well enough, lifting the shot glass and taking a large lick of the salt on the rim as he did the same, the both of them clinking the glasses before tossing their heads back before reaching for the like wedge to bite.

Sebastian enjoyed the way the shot went down his throat and she seemingly did too as she smiled, tossing the lime in the glass and pushing it back.

“Now back to this question… I’m interested in these different circumstances?”

“Like I said it’s unique each time… growing up I tended to be a bit eccentric without thinking on it, so that I would say is natural born rebellion… but sometimes I just like to do the opposite of what everyone else is for the shock factor, much like your lighter” she explained and he nodded, understanding it quite well as he too got in much trouble as a kid and enjoyed the over the top nature for the humor it provided.

“I get that. What kind of things do you differ from the norm just to be different then?” He asked while watching as she took a sip of her drink, and he strategically leaned in closer to her body to hear her better, but also feel the warmth of her skin through his jeans.

“Well I came tonight to see a band I have intentionally been avoiding, despite them probably being the type of music I’d enjoy simply because my flatmates never shut up about them, simply because it’s funnier at this point to double down” she explained with a small smirk playing along her matte painted lips before she reached into the ash tray to retrieve the cigarette, taking a drag. So she didn’t know who he was.

“That’s interesting… I understand the sentiment there quite well… can I tell you a secret” he asked with a mischievous grin and she nodded. He leaned in closer as if this secret was one that was well guarded.

“I have never seen Star Wars and at this point continue to avoid it simply so people freak out when I tell them” he said before leaning back, and just as he predicted she was mouth agape at his confession.

“But that’s, that’s different… I mean come on, it’s Star Wars…” She said, trying to put it together and he smiled gesturing to her reaction and she rolled her eyes as he reached up to her hand, carefully removing the lit cigarette from her grasp with a raised brow and she nodded that he could take a drag as he had long finished the one she had given him while waiting for drinks. He did so, following it up with a sip of his drink and passing the cigarette back to her hand as he noticed the lipstick around the rim.

“Because at this point it’s more fun to watch those reactions like your own than actually watching the movie, I guarantee” he explained and she shook her head.

“You’d be wrong. You don’t even know what you’re missing. It’s like an amazing world with fun characters and epic stories and laser swords. And a whole army of rebels” she explained and the more she spoke the more he watched her cool girl image disappear as a very wholesome, internal nerdy girl came forward and the reaction made his heart beat hard. Extremely unexpected but it was equally adorable.

“I didn’t realize we had such an adamant Star Wars defender in the audience tonight… perhaps I’d be willing to rethink my position on the space opera saga..” he proposed as she took a sip of a drink to cool her warming cheeks.

“Oh yeah, what would change your mind?” She asked, she gestured with her drink as she set it back down .

“You give the band tonight an open mind…” he said with a grin and while he had expected her to go along with it but instead her face fell.

“Not you too.” She said with a groan, reaching up to take another drag before finishing off the cigarette.

“What’s so wrong with the band you’ve never even listened to yourself?” He tried to reason.

“It’s all that they talk about. All day. Every day. Cooking dinner. Doing laundry. Taking a shower. Never can escape it. I don’t get much free time between my classes, work and studying. What little bit I do have has been invaded. I’m sick of it” she explained with another eye roll shifting away from him.

“I suppose I get your frustration… You can still go into it with an open mind-“ he levied and she shook her head.

“Nope. I’m committed to the stubborn act at this point.” She retorted, making him laugh. She has conviction he’d give her that.

“Well if you hate this band so much, what kind of music do you actually like Miss Rebel to society who loves Star Wars?” He asked.

“I don’t know…” she said looking back into her drink a smirk playing on her lips as she denied him the information, knowing he likely would do as most men and roast her taste in music.

“You don’t know what music you like?” Sebastian asked jokingly.

“No, I know that. I just assume you’ll do that thing most men at bars do, where they roast my taste in music and say they had an earth shattering experience listening to the dark side of the moon for the first time” she explained with an eye roll and he barked out a laugh.

“That’s a fair critique, but I don’t plan on shitting on your taste in music. It’s a personal preference. Try me” he told her, downing the rest of his drink.

“Fine. I like stuff like arctic monkeys, cigarettes after sex, panic at the disco… that sort of vibe” she explained while taking another sip before running a palm over her opposite shoulder trying to brush away the goosebumps. As she did so he noticed several tattoos littering her arms, one in particular catching his eye.

“Wow that’s a really cool tattoo? What is it?” He asked changing the subject as he raised a hand up to stroke the exposed skin. The artistry was phenomenal, showcasing vivid shading despite only being black and white. His thumb rubbed along her shoulder as he examined it with a small smile playing on his lips. She looked over her shoulder and saw the one he was referring to as she had a few lining her body.

“Oh that’s one I drew. I really love mythology. it is my take on the Mares of Diomedes” she explained and he was astounded by not only her artistry but also her love of mythology, one he related to.

Slipping off his jacket, he showed the girl the healed hyper realistic ink depicting the marble statue of Apollo that laid on the inside of his bicep on the arm closest to his heart. Famous twin of Artemis and a tattoo he carried for his own sister.

As he did so, she ran her hands over the exposed skin, not only noticing the ink but also seeing the trail of freckles lead down to his tanned arms. As she did so, she trailed her sharp dark nails along his skin, making him shiver before she let go.

“Apollo, very nice…” she said in a low voice with a smile.

“What were you saying, sorry I tend to get distracted kind of easily… oh yeah those are all wonderful bands. As for tonight… I still think you should keep an open mind especially if you like those bands…” he said cryptically as he looked around. He knew likely he’d have to slip backstage but the girl didn’t know that.

“Hmm” she thought for a moment as she finished her drink, setting it on the counter and grabbing her coat. “I’ll bear it in mind. I should probably find my flatmates. They abandoned me when we got here trying to see if they could meet the guys in the band before the show” she explained and the notion made him chuckle that her friends had failed and she had succeeded where they hadn’t.

“Of course” he said with a smile, knowing this was a perfect time to slip off.

“I would be… more inclined to have an open mind if you stuck around… it’s actually been pretty fun talking to you so far…” she said with a smirk falling off her lips and she slid in close and he absolutely adored her confidence in her movements and words. She looked up at him through her lashes, accentuated by the thick Smokey makeup around her eyes.

He was almost annoyed when she wrapped a hand around his arm once again at the bicep, not because he didn’t want her touch, but because he knew that she likely wouldn’t respond well to his necessary rejection of watching the show together.

Sliding close to put his lips near her ear he wrapped his other hand around her waist to pull her closer.

“As much as I would love that I unfortunately can’t…” he explained trying to muster some sort of an explanation that would lead to him being able to get her number after the show still.

“I just thought…” she said somewhat dejected but still seemingly trying to maintain a level head.

“I really am sorry… I’ve enjoyed the company Love, trust me, but-“ he tried to explain as she remained hooked around the waist by his hand. Shockingly she hadn’t pushed him off.

“Bash! There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you!” Anne. He dropped the girl as his twin jumped into his arms without warning, pressing a kiss to his cheek in the loving fashion he was accustomed to. He cringed realizing how this would look, but before he could explain the girl had already taken a step back looking mortified.

“You slipped away for water a while ago! What took so long?” Anne innocently asked and the girls face fell so fast.

“I’m sorry I held you up, excuse me.” She said, pushing past him, shoving him with her shoulder as she did so and Sebastian groaned, removing Anne.

“Fuck.” He said as his sister pulled him back towards backstage.

“Were you actually - Sebastian you never talk to fans” she said and he awkwardly chuckled.

“She actually seems to hate our band on principle so I don’t think she’s a fan” he said and his twin raised a brow and he shook his head.

“Long story but she piqued my interest. I suppose now she probably thinks I’m a cheating git who was taking drinks and flirting with her while having a girlfriend” he explained with an annoyed sigh and Anne looked at him apologetically.

“Seb, I’m sorry. I can try and find her and explain before the set if you’d like-“ she tried to reason.

“Don’t worry about it Annie. I’m sure I’d have found a way to screw it up anyways…” he said, as they flashed a badge to security before stepping into the room with the rest of his friends and bandmates.

“Dude where the fuck did you go?” Garreth asked with an annoyed sigh.

“Seb was talking to a girl,” Anne said.

“I was until someone ran along and screwed it up” he said trying to bite back the realization as he moved to dramatically flop on the couch next to Ominis.

“That’s not like you… must’ve been a real smoke show” Garreth responded with a laugh and he nodded to agree.

“I mean, yeah, she was hot, but-“ Sebastian explained when Ominis cut in.

“She must’ve been more than a pretty face to peak your interest” his blind friend levied and he nodded.

“She was really funny, and said she goes to Uni so smart too… I wish I could’ve gotten her number.” He said with an annoyed groan, reaching for his guitar which was propped up near the couch.

“Did you get her name? Could say something during the set” Ominis suggested.

“I didn’t get that either,” he explained.

“Damn. You can always point her out to Annie -“ Garreth reasoned and he shook his head.

“It’s not a huge deal. I doubt she even will stay for the full thing. She told me she’s only here because her friends forced her. She actually seemingly hates us on principle and at this point is committed to being stubborn just for the humor of it” he explained with a chuckle.

“Seems like you’re made for each other ‘Mr I refuse to watch Star Wars even when it’s my twins favorite movie” Anne said with a laugh and the others joined in.

“Oh well” he said trying to ignore the semi sad feeling lingering in his stomach at the thought.

“Well mate, if anything changes during the set go for it. You know I never mind, besides you’re the front man anyway. It’s always your call” Garreth said, standing to grab his bass.

“Actually…. Is it cool if I make a small change to the lineup…” he said, a brilliant idea in mind and a room full of his favorite people eager to hear his plan.

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“Where did you go?” Poppy asked cheerfully as she rejoined her friends. It wasn’t long after she separated from the mysterious man that she’d been chatting with that she ran into Imelda, who escorted her back to the rest of the group. Natty and Poppy had been saving a spot right at the front of the club waiting for the band to start and had sent Imelda to go find her.

“I stayed where you left me basically the whole time” she explained with an annoyed scowl still on her face.

“I know you’re not happy about being here but I thought once you got out maybe you’d have a good tim-“ Natty started and she let out the frustration of the situation prior slip out.

“I actually was having a great time talking to some guy. I bought him some drinks, we were having a good conversation, turns out he’s got a similar tattoo and understands my need to be stubborn. He’s never even seen Star Wars simply out of principle” she said with a dramatic sigh as her friends smiled at her.

“Well that’s great” Imelda said looking around. “Where is lover boy then?” She asked and MC shook her head.

“I think the girl that jumped into his arms and kissed his cheek would know better than I am where he is now” she explained as the others looked at her sadly.

“Oi what an arse. Point him out if you see him. I would love to have a few words…” Imelda said, and she knew it wasn’t that deep. The lighter should’ve been a red flag after all…

“It’s alright Melda. Don’t worry about it. He’s not worth the time. We are here for you guys to see your band and then I’m off to bed when we get home” she said as Poppy offered her a comforting smile.

“Was he at least cute?” Natty asked as the other two glared at her; prompting the girl to defend herself by asking “what? It’s just a question?”

“Unfortunately yes. Very sexy… tall, dark and handsome incarnate…” she said, plucking another cigarette out of her pocket as Poppy looked around the room.

“Why don’t we get you another drink if you hold our spots up here. Cheer you up some. Especially since you’ve attempted to be a decent sport tonight despite that asshole” the girl said and she would’ve rejected it, but a drink did sound nice right about now.

“That would actually be lovely Poppy, I’ve got a tab open if you want something-“

“Don’t worry it’s on us, come on Natty we will be quick” Poppy said grabbing their other flatmate, leaving her with Imelda to hold their spots right in the front of the stage.

“I stand by what I said, I’ll deck him if you need me to” Imelda said and she laughed, grabbing her friend into a droopy hug, pressing a kiss to the girls cheek.

“You’re the sweetest Melda” she said playfully as her friend intentionally dropped her arm and wiped her cheek with a sarcastic eye roll. Imelda was the tomboy of their group, coming out to the clubs in a simple tank top and jeans, minimal makeup and usually the protective one when it came to any of their flatmates and boys.

“Yeah, yeah” she said with a small smile before looking around the room, and MC couldn’t tell if it was protectively trying to keep an eye out for the mysterious man who had hurt her friend or to keep an eye on their other roommates, but she didn’t question Imelda’s surveying.

“You all manage to sneak backstage in my absence?” She asked Imelda who laughed it off.

“No but they sure tried and I had to talk them down. There’s always after I suppose. But I promise to wrangle them in a tad in case you’re desperate to avoid mystery man. You haven’t seen him since?” She asked once again looking around the room and MC shook her head as Poppy and Natty rejoined them.

“One drink for the most beautiful girl in the room” Poppy said with a smile, as she passed her a refill on her drink.

“Thanks Sweets, and no Imelda I haven’t. I promise to point him out if I do” she said just as someone came on stage, and her eardrums almost burst as the 3 girls next to her got excited when he asked if they were ready for the performance.

As the lights went dark she tried to just mentally disassociate, the sooner this was over the faster she could get into bed. And the little spark in her that had desired to give the band a chance died when the mystery man asked her to go in with an open mind.

A few more shouts of excitement from her friends and various people in the audience as she sipped her drink before the lights came on and she felt like a deer trapped in headlights.

Fuck.

“Aren’t they all just so dreamy?” Poppy said with a starstruck smile and her face immediately soured. Looking confused, Poppy went to ask what was wrong when she looked back up to the man from earlier, who happened to be standing in the center of the stage with a guitar.

Before she could lean into her friend to shout in her ear he looked at her, mostly given she was directly in front of the stage. MC rolled her eyes at him as he looked down at her from behind the mic stand.

“MC he’s looking at you!” Natty said with a cheerful exclamation.

Instead of backing down Sebastian walked slightly forward as he kept his gaze trained on her and her friends seemingly lost their minds over the action. Adding insult to injury he had the gall to wink at her, very obviously.

“Oh my stars” Poppy said lovestruck as she watched the front man of the band openly flirting with her friend in front of the crowded room.

In response MC only narrowed her eyes at the man and leaned towards Imelda so she could speak to her before saying “there’s the guy from earlier. Go get him Melda” she said mischievously before pointing to him and rolling her eyes and turning to leave.

“Wait, what?!” The girl said, surprised that not only had their uninterested flatmate met the lead singer but that he was the man from before as she grabbed MC’s shoulder preventing her from leaving. Before she could ask further questions she was cut off due to Sebastian’s announcement.

“Wow what a very good looking crowd we have here tonight… dare I say the best looking we’ve seen” he said while continuing to stare in her direction and she made a genuine snarl at the man who only seemed egged on by her reluctance. In the time it had occurred Imelda must’ve informed their other roommates he was the one who entertained MC earlier.

“MC…” Poppy said, tapping her shoulder and getting her attention before she fully left to go stand outside.

“What is it Sweets?” She asked, her mood officially and completely ruined.

Curse the stupid undercroft.

“You should stay, show him you can have a good time even with what happened -“ Natty tried to reason.

MC did realize she had promised them she would stay the whole time.

“I promised you guys I’d stay the whole time” she said, chugging the rest of her drink as they started the opening notes of a song and her friends gave her a comforting group hug. “You’re allowed to enjoy it you know” she said with a smile and they turned back, joyfully enjoying the first few songs.

When he finally started singing she grew increasingly more frustrated.

Of course the very attractive, very funny, and cheater of a guy she ran into had to be in the band. Even more annoyingly, he was incredibly talented.

She tried her best to tune them out, focusing on her friends and their silly dances and every now and again leaning over to press a kiss to one of their cheeks or twirl them under her arm. She was here for them. Not for some idiot in a band.

“Before we start the next song I want to dedicate this last minute addition to our setlist to the very beautiful girl at the bar earlier who borrowed my lighter, and just letting you know, it’s offer still stands” Sebastian said as he stepped on the board on the floor that changed the sound of his guitar slightly before starting the first few notes.

Her heart absolutely sunk when she realized not only had he dedicated a song to her, but she knew this song.

It was her favorite.

She fully anticipated he was gearing up to butcher her favorite song, effectively ruining it for eternity but when he started singing she could’ve died on the spot.

“I feel the salty waves come in…” he sang as Imelda turned to her with her mouth hanging open.

“He just dedicated that to you?! But that’s your- wait what did he offer earlier?” Imelda asked as the other two leaned in and she looked up at him over their heads.

“That if I wanted to fuck, I should smile when I have his lighter back” she said through gritted teeth and they all melted, having seemingly forgot he flirted when he had a girlfriend, or at the very least a very comfortable groupie he knew by name.

The band expertly continued to perform her favorite song and as Sebastian sang her favorite lines, he leaned over the stage directly over her with a grin almost antagonizing her with the line

“Can we fast forward to go down on me” he said and at the end of the line and the kick off of the chorus he winked at her, tossing a pick before grabbing a new one and continuing.

“MC!” Her friends shouted and Sebastian watched with a smile as her friends fawned over her. He could still see her angered expression but in her eyes showed something counter to her body language. She seemed impressed. He could work with impressed.

He continued to perform his heart out, knowing he wanted to end the set with a song for the girl as she continued to stare from the front.

She felt very frustrated that as the song went on, she seemingly forgot what had happened. A small part of her screamed to just accept the attention and then go home and put it to rest but she felt guilty soaking up the flirtations of a man who had a girlfriend - who was likely backstage no less.

Sebastian saw the war in her eyes every time he looked back and as he got to the bridge he crossed back until he was in front of her, kneeling with his guitar until he was more level with the girl and her friends.

Her eyes widened as he did so, and he moved in as close as possible with the guitar in his lap, making sure that he could stare directly into her eyes before he leaned forward, the rest of his bandmates continuing music despite the absence of lyrics being sung a part she new would’ve been the bridge. Instead she realized he was beckoning her closer, and her friends pushed her forward until he met her in the middle.

When she did so he used his other hand to cover the mic hooked to the side of his face and leaned into her face saying “sorry my sister interrupted us earlier, hope this makes up for that” he said before kissing her cheek as she could hear her friends losing their minds screaming and slapping at her back.

Her face burned with all the attention so much that she almost missed him pressing something into her hand before he stood and started to sing the bridge to her and her alone…

Stop there, and let me correct it

He sang and she realized he was trying to use the song to convey that he felt sorry for running off…

I wanna live a life from a new perspective

He also explained that everything had been a misunderstanding with his sister, not girlfriend…

You come along because I love your face

And the way his eyes roamed made her feel as if the song was coming to life and she was the girl in the song…

As Sebastian continued he couldn’t help but smile down at her, seeing in her expression how she slowly pieced together both his intention as well as the mix up, and he almost stopped singing when he saw her opening the note he’d passed her.

“So catch me up on getting out of here” he sang the final line with a smile as he looked down and saw her finally reading the note.

He went to thank the crowd and start their final song as she finally got to reading the note. Pulling it closer to see in the dim lights she unwrapped the crudely written note on a bar napkin that said:

Beautiful rebel,

Thanks for the drinks and I’d love to buy the next round sometime. I’m also open to finally watching the silly space movies, and what better way to do so than with someone who loves them so much, if you’re down…

Sebastian Sallow

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PS keep the lighter since I know you’ve lost yours, however feel free to return it whenever you’d like, hopefully with a smile ;)

When she finished reading the note she realized he had wrapped the napkin around the lighter from earlier. Taking out her phone she added his number into her contacts before carefully folding it up and pocketing both the note and the lighter.

Opening a new message she typed a quick text before enjoying their last song for the night with her friends, happily nodding her head along with the song and blushing madly when he winked at her one last time before he exited the stage.

When Sebastian finally got his phone out of the dressing room he saw a new message from an unknown number and he couldn’t help but smile as he read the text.

UNKNOWN : That was quite clever Mr. Brown eyes with the Apollo tattoo, or should I say Sebatian… I will say the choice of god makes a tad bit more sense now that I remember Apollo and Artemis were twins… I’d love to show you the wonderful world of Star Wars sometime if you’re providing drinks; which leaves the important question: When are rockstars free? ~ your rebel in crime MC

He quickly flipped up his calendar, checking his schedule before replying.

Her phone buzzed as her friends walked home from the bar, still chattering about her luck with the lead of their newest favorite band. Opening the text she saw the message.

Sebastian: How about tomorrow at 4? My place?

She smirked reading the text and quickly shooting a reply and continuing her walk home feeling much lighter and now excited for the following day with her mystery rockstar.

Sounds perfect. I have a lighter to return :)

[sebsallowapologist]

Bathtub

Sebastian Sallow x F!MC

Rated: M - 18+

Warnings: naked mc, making up after a fight, post Hogwarts, auror Sebastian, curse breaker mc, comfort, fluff, female body worship

After a horrible fight about MC risking her life at her job Sebastian makes it up to her with a little bit of pampering.

I apparate outside of the small home I share with my husband in the small Hamlet of Feldcroft.

The light was on, so I knew he was awake. Fuck, he’d be waiting up for me after our knock down drag out fight this morning. All that work staying late at the office to avoid him for nothing.

Since the Ranrok fell when I had been in school, the hamlet finally came back to life, new families moved in bringing children, new businesses and a lively hood that Sebastian said he hadn’t seen since he was a child. When the two of us graduated and got engaged it only made sense to move back to the small town.

It had been over six years of married bliss. Sebastian fixed up the house and expanded it, adding rooms for Anne or Ominis to visit should they want to. He even put up with me when I took absolutely forever redoing the kitchen, spending hours letting me change the cabinet color.

The married bliss has been interrupted this morning, after Sebastian brought up his distaste for my job for the millionth time. I was a curse breaker, he was an auror. They were both exciting, but sometimes dangerous jobs but he was keen to cut yours down any chance he took. I loved my job, loved helping people and he just seemed to think it was a fun little hobby.

It all came to a head this morning when he simply told me the work you did wasn’t WORTH it. I’d come home late again, but he’d come home late often for work.

It would have hurt less if he had slapped me. After he said that I had gotten up from bed, threw on the first thing I could find and spit out that I was going to your worthless job, and he shouldn’t wait up for you that night.

That was about 19 hours ago, and now here I am, standing outside your home, too nervous to apparate directly into your living room.

The nurse who worked at my office had done a fine time patching me up after the mission had gone somewhat sideways, but there I was again - coming home banged up. It was just going to give Sebastian fuel for his stupid argument.

Before I could gather your nerve the front door to the cottage opened, your husband backlit.

He was still wearing the clothes from his office, but his cloak was gone. His shirt sleeves rolled up to rest right above his elbows.

“Come here, love.” He says and gestures for me to come to the house. I sigh and give in, pushing my anxiety aside as I limp into my home.

When I reach Sebastian I’m ready for the lecture to begin, but he simply pushes my hair behind my ear, gently cups my cheek and gives me the softest kiss I’ve ever had. He pulls back, not before giving me a few extra pecks.

Sebastian takes my limp hand and leads me to the bathroom connected to our bathroom. The tub at the back of the room was steaming, a layer of bubbles peaking out over the edge of the porcelain. 

Two candle sticks sat on either side of the tub, basking the dark space in a warm glow. Fresh cut flowers from the garden sat in a beautiful vase on the stool next to the white clawfoot tub. 

Sebastian looks proud of himself as you take the room in, “Seb.” You whisper. “This is... beyond.” 

He squeezes my hand and drags me toward the center of the room. “I have to apologize.” He sighs, his hands reaching for the lapel of my coat, helping me slide it off my shoulders. Neither one of us makes a move to catch it s it falls to the ground. 

“It wasn’t fair of me.” He continues. “To not take your job as seriously as I take mine.” He sighs, lifting my chin up so our eyes meet. It doesn’t matter how long we’ve been together, my heart races as soon as he looks at me like that. Like I’m the only thing worth being soft for.

I sigh and he starts slowly, carefully undoing the buttons on the front of my button up shirt. “To me, my job is worth risking my life for. That’s easy.” He sighs, sliding my shirt off my shoulders, letting it fall to join my coat on the ground. 

“But when you risk your life.” He sighs. “For as noble as a reason can be- It’s impossible that your life is worth risking for anything. Your life is the most important thing in my world.” 

He easily pops the button of my pants off and helps me step out of them. He makes quick work of my undergarments, and when I’m fully naked he takes my hand and helps me into the bath, still kept warm by his magic. 

I sink into the water and moan, the heat helping to relax all the well worn muscles. I rest my head on the side of the tub and look up at the man I love. “Do you understand?” Sebastian asks. “It’s not that your job isnt important. It’s just that to me- you’re more important.” 

I turn my head to stare up at the ceiling for a second before closing my eyes. “I think you’re going to have to get over that.” 

Sebastian drags over the chair thats next to my vanity, sitting down next to the tub. “And I’m working on that, but you’ll forgive me if it takes me a while to get used to it?” His hand laces through my hair, tugging ever so slightly at the root. I hum in satisfaction and nod, “I think I can give you a bit of grace.”

“Thank you, my love.” He sighs and keeps petting my hair, kissing my forehead every now and then as I relaxed in the tub.

When I make a move to get out of the tub he stands up, holding out his hand to step out of the tub. The water slides down my naked body, droplets running in the valley between my breasts.

Sebastian slowly works his way down my body kissing each bruise, nick, scratch that littered my skin. When he was done kissing every mark he moves his mouth back to my lips, more firm with his kisses now. “I mean how could I not think you are the most important thing in the world.”

He starts at my collarbones skimming his nose down my neck. My husbands hands run over my breasts his fingers pinching my nipples lightly. “Bad boy.” I smile, bringing his face up to meet mine.

“I’m apologizing.” He explains, going back to his assault on my neck.

And so Sebastian apologized.

[theherbologygreenhouse]

chapter 1: herbology mishaps

hey guys ! my friend @honeyed-blossom and i wanted to sit down and make an au of our hogwarts legacy mc's meeting out of the game canon. they went to hogwarts at 11 like normal so none of the game canon happens (yet - we haven't planned that far in advanced).

i'll be posting maven's perspective in parts and kuro will post valeria's perspetive in parts too and i'll link it them here as they come out!

thank you @cafekitsune for the beautiful post dividers!

word count: 1716

chapter 1: Val’s perspective

Maven’s perspective:

Merlin, Herbology started 5 minutes ago! Professor Garlick is going to be upset. Maven ran around the corner to the stairs that led to the greenhouse, books bouncing haphazardly against her back. She was too focused on the door, she didn’t even notice another student running with the same haste. Maven collided with Slytherin student Valeria Davenport into Garlick’s greenhouse classroom with a loud thud! Maven and Valeria fell straight through the door, onto their fronts and looked sheepishly up to the surprised students and professor. 

“5 points from Hufflepuff and Slytherin for being late, ladies.” Professor Garlick tuts disapprovingly. Maven scoffed, getting up. “And, you both will have to stay after class to tend to the plants.” She hears the girl next to her on the floor groan. Both girls pull themselves off the ground, making their way to their potting stations. Her trademark red cheeks became even more crimson after bodying the frail looking Slytherin girl

Maven looks for her usual spot next to her friend Poppy, but sees her standing next to the Slytherin boy she’s been crushing on since this year. Poppy meets her eyes and blushes, looking a little guilty. She winks at her friend and drifts her eyes to him - Sebastian Sallow. He’s looking at his housemate, who’s still dusting her robes off beside her. He seems nice enough, but Maven doesn’t know him very well to make an opinion of him yet.

Maven walks her way to the back of the classroom and to the open potting station. She must have trifled with a god, fairy, or poltergeist to make today especially tricky. 

She had History of Magic first thing in the morning. To say that class was a drag, was an understatement. Professor Binns went on a long drawl about the “Medieval Assembly of European Wizards”. Maven fell asleep atop of her parchment and her ink-dipped quill had slowly saturated her cuff in the black liquid. She only woke when her friend Natty pushed her, drawing attention to the mess of her parchment and her uniform. 

Groggy from sleep, the two of them bustled off to Potions. Professor Sharp began this year by hammering the idea of proper potion brewing instead of theory. “All good potions start from proper documentation. Parchment and quills should be visible at all times, documenting your observations of making the Fire Protection potion.” 

Maven searched through her rucksack, only to find her remaining piece of parchment, the one she slept on top of in History of Magic, also soaked in ink. Her hands were stained in black when she withdrew them from her bag. It seems the ink bottle cork came loose and emptied out in her bag. She gasped and looked around the classroom. Everyone already had their materials out and started following the instructions in their textbooks. 

“Miss Godfreid, is there a problem?” Professor Sharp, rumbled from behind her. “Uh”, Maven hesitated for a moment, “yes, there is a small issue, professor. My ink has spilled over my bag and I have no more parchment.” Maven turned around and drew her eyes to the floor. He could see the ink on her fingers and the drenched paper.

Professor Sharp sighed, “While I’m aware this happens to the best of us, it’s not a good look for my top student to be unprepared. 5 points from Hufflepuff. There’s some extra parchment and ink in my office.” Maven nodded and sulked quietly to his office to grab the supplies. She returned to her potions to start the lesson, with her still stained hands. 

She felt heat creeping up on her neck as she made her way through class. Professor Sharp is her favorite teacher and she loves potions, so making him even mildly disappointed upset her. After class, she rushed to the girls restroom to wash the ink off. Maven just wanted the week to end, she got into a fight with a stupid Gryffindor boy. She can’t even remember his name or the reason they got into a fight, but she does remember receiving a detention for punching the boy in the face. Professor Weasley has her cleaning the trophies by herself on Friday night. Stupid, prideful Gryffindors. 

She was finally getting some of the ink off when the bell for the school’s third class rang. Rats, it was Herbology next and Professor Garlick was the last person she wanted to upset.

That’s how she ended up here, sprinting from the dungeon to the greenhouse, crashing into her classmate and looking like a fool in front of her other favorite teacher. 

Valeria Davenport. A prim, proper, Slytherin princess, who deceptively looks like a ditz, but carries the highest marks in Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts. Also, apparently it seems she’s rather frail. It felt like Maven almost broke her bones when they crashed into each other. They may be 12, but growing up on a Muggle farm, Maven had more on physical labor.

“All right, back to the lesson. children. As I was saying, we will need to take proper precaution with the mandrakes.” Professor Garlick began, her voice carrying to the back of the room. She passes around ear protection for the students and begins her demonstration with the Mandrake.

Some of the students in the middle of the classroom had a mare of 20 minutes with the Mandrakes coming loose and splitting eardrums. Everyone is tired, annoyed and moderately disturbed with the screaming roots. Maven brushes some dirt off her brow, letting out a sigh of relief.

Class finishes and Maven strides over to Poppy Sweeting. “How are you holding up, Pops?” Maven smiled impishly. “W-w-what do you mean?” She stammers, blushing deeply. “Oh come off it! You sat next to Sebastian Sallow and you’re telling me you held it together?!” Maven giggles. Poppy’s eyes widen as she moves to cover her friend’s mouth. “Okay, fine! I’ll tell you at dinner, but please god keep it down.” She whisper-shouts.

Poppy looks over her shoulder to see Sebastian talking to Valeria. She frowns at the two of them. “I don’t know her very well, but I don’t love the idea of you having to spend time after class with her.” 

“Why is that Poppy?” Maven looks surprised. Poppy is usually super sweet and compassionate, even to strangers. 

“Ugh, I don’t know. I guess I don’t know who she is and she’s talking to Sebastian. Like look at her eyes. They’re practically shining while talking to him.” Poppy deflates.

Maven squints at the pair over Poppy’s shoulder, “I’m not sure if I can see that from here, but I can investigate for you if you’d like.” 

Poppy straightened up, “you would?!” Maven nodded, “won’t hurt me if I do, will it?”

“Oh, thank you! Okay, okay, we’ll talk at dinner, alright?” Poppy waves, dashing for her next lesson. 

Maven walks up to Professor Garlick once the rest of the students peter out of the classroom. The professor claps her hands together, “Alright girls, are we ready? Let’s head to the secondary greenhouse. I’ll need your help with tending to the venomous tentacula.” 

Maven tenses, she knows what’s coming next. “Miss Godfreid is more comfortable with these plants, so Miss Davenport, please follow her instructions. You’ll need to ensure the pots are watered, fertilized, and harvested as needed.” Davenport huffs next to her. 

“Oh! And don’t forget to cast your Severing charm when harvesting girls.” Professor Garlick, she smiles brightly and slams the door after ushering them into the greenhouse. “Yes, Professor.” The girls say in unison. They look at each other in disinterest and turn to face the tentacula.

“I hate these plants.” Maven covers her eyes and groans. “Why did the professor say you were more comfortable with the tentacula?” Valeria asks bemused.

“Honestly, I think it’s because I don’t flinch at them when they snap, but that doesn’t make them any less terrifying or annoying.” She starts making her way to the side table, taking off her cloak, and prepping fertilizer and garden hose. Valeria stands with her feet glued to the floor by the entrance as Maven moves effortlessly around the greenhouse. 

“I’ll fertilize, you can water. You won’t need to stay super close that way. Just don’t get any water in their mouths; that’s when they snap. The four in the corner will need to be harvested. You can tell by their flower and leaf sizes. We can do that last.” Valeria just nods plainly, unsure what to say.

“Why aren’t you using magic, Godfreid?” Valeria asks pointedly when Maven reaches the first Tentacula pot. “I grew up on a farm, Davenport,” she squints at her classmate, “I’m not used to using magic for these sorts of tasks. I can’t tell you the first thing about a water-conjuring charm.”

Valeria mumbles something that sounds similar to, “me too”. She walks over to the table where her classmate’s robes were and picks up the hose. Maven gets close to the planters, weary of the tentacula, aware that at any moment they could bite her head off. But to her surprise (and Valeria’s), they’re docile. As Maven finishes fertilizing the first pot, Valeria starts watering it. 

They tag team in this way, avoiding a few snaps, and making their way to the back of the greenhouse to the tentaculas that need to be harvested. However the tumultuous peace was short lived as the very last tentacula that needed to be watered chose to snap very close to the two girls. 

Valeria shrieks when the tentacula gets rather close to her ankles and she draws her wand out of fear. “Confringo!” Valeria aims for the tentacula, but narrowly misses Maven.

“ARE YOU DAFT?! USE DIFFINDO.” Maven yells and ducks behind the pot, patting her pockets. Of course, she left her wand in her cloak. Valeria panics again and a plume of dirt erupted all over Maven. God, she may kill this girl.

She sees a flash of red light and the tentacula heads falling to the ground. She stands up and sees Valeria pale as a ghost. They’re both covered in dirt, there’s water from the hose spraying everywhere and Maven has now reached full irritation.

“Let me just handle the rest of this.” She spits out bitterly.

[gobletofgays]

Legacy Boys react to Y/N in a Swimming Costume

Requested: No

Unedited, written on a whim lol

Ominis

Ominis would be oblivious to your clothing choice at first. He would be sitting on the edge of the black lake while the rest of your group played in the cool water, basking in the warm summer sun. That said as soon as you take a break from playing in the water and sat next to him he would immediately sense something was different.

He would be able to sense you shivering, feeling the cold radiating off you and being the gentleman that he is he would place an arm around your shoulder, offering you his cloak and warmth. As soon as he felt your bare shoulder he would go bright red, finally putting two and two together. He wouldn’t do anything untoward or act on anything he wants to do (such as caress your whole body to find out just how much skin was showing) but he would hold you in an embrace for as long as you needed, rubbing his hand up and down your arm until you warmed up. 

Sebastian 

Sebastian would stare but try his best to be discreet about it. His mouth would be agape when he first saw you in the costume but he would play it off with a teasing comment. Whenever he thought you weren’t paying attention he would scan your entire body and drink it up, as if it would be the last time he’d ever be able to see a sight like this.

 Flirtatious comments and tormenting remarks would be made throughout the entire day but also a lot of heavy petting. Any excuse to put his hand on your lower back to guide you somewhere, dunking you in the water just as an excuse to touch your shoulders, he would tuck your wet hair behind your ear just to touch your skin. He would also make comments about it for moths on end afterwards, asking when you would put on the next show. 

Gareth 

He would stare unashamed. Tripping over his words and tripping over physically. He would get annoyed and jealous at other boys trying to hang out with you while you were in the water, he would passive aggressively get them to leave so he could have you to himself. He would be permanently red faced every time you were alone together but would absolutely love it. He wouldn’t be his normal joking self, he would instead be full of compliments and cheesy smiles as he got lost in his imagination.

[blueberrydinosaur]

I was looking at my local B&N for the Hogwarts legacy coloring book and then I saw this journal as well! I didn’t grab the journal because I already have too many empty ones I’m waiting to fill up 😭😭😭

[seb-in-the-shadows]

💐Hogwarts Legacy: Bridgerton AU💐

Introductory passage/ WIP for pure funsies and sillies, might redo for the actual eventual AU

Ratings: General Audiences

Tags: Alternative Universe, Aged up (They are all adults), Romance, Drama, Regency Era/Period Drama. WIP. First Draft/Unedited

A/N: I promised myself (and technically you guys too lol) that i’d write something today even if only small. So I did this for funsies out of musings for my Bridgerton AU idea! Enjoy 🥰

Will write a reader neutral version when more awake, for now have an Aria and a Riyuu in there (PS i havent seen the show all the way through, so PLEASE no spoilers LOL)

The Social Season Begins…

Dearest gentle reader,

It is with great delight that I welcome you all to the dawn of a new social season, where the ton’s most eligible ladies and gentlemen shall once more parade themselves in pursuit of love, fortune, or—more oft than not—a most advantageous match.

Of course, no season would be complete without its notorious figures, and this year’s eligible bachelors are of no small consequence.

At the very top of society’s ranks, we have Lord Ominis Gaunt, son of the esteemed Duke, returning to London in search of a wife this season. Reserved and impeccably mannered, Lord Gaunt is a rare jewel among men—possessing both a keen mind and a fortune large enough to tempt even the most indifferent of young ladies. Yet, some whispers suggest that the young lord harbors no great desire for marriage at all. Scandalous, indeed. For he is now the sole living heir of the noble Gaunt family line.

And then there is Lord Gareth Weasley, heir to the Earl of Cambridge, whose reputation as a most charming rogue precedes him. With a devilish grin and a penchant for mischief, Lord Weasley’s heart remains as unclaimed as ever, though many a young lady has certainly tried. Rumour has it his rakish behaviour has been tempered by his Aunt of all others in his family. Though we shall see whether the fruits of her supposed labours truly come to fruition, or whether the young heir remains a veritable rake.

Not to be overlooked, we have the ambitious Mr. Amit Thakkar, whose keen wit and intellectual pursuits have earned him a place among the ton’s most fascinating minds. A scholar, a dreamer, and—perhaps—a suitor to watch this season after all.

Then, of course, there is Mr. Riyuu Takayama, a gentleman of both mystery and great promise. A friend to the finest gentlemen in society, he is known for his quiet intensity and unwavering loyalty. If he is searching for a match, he does so with great discretion, though some would argue one particular has already caught his eye. Should this supposed match in the making temper his Rakish ways? Or perhaps he and Lord Weasley both remain on the cusp of scandal.

But, dearest reader, all eyes shall be fixed upon none other than Viscount Sebastian Sallow, who has now inherited both title and fortune after the unfortunate passing of the formidable Lord Solomon Sallow. The new Viscount is seemingly now known for his sharp tongue and sharper gaze, his once-boyish charm now transformed into a most dangerous kind of allure. Whether he seeks a bride or merely amusement, rest assured, he shall be the subject of many whispered conversations this season indeed.

Yet, among the ton’s eligible young ladies, there is but one name that society eagerly awaits to hear announced as this season’s Diamond - None other than a Miss Ariadne Dawson, the enchanting daughter of Viscount Sirius Dawson. The eager eyes of the ton have waited for the Dawsons to debut their Graceful, intelligent, and undeniably captivating, daughter. She appears to posses a spirit most unconventional. If the whispers are true, she may yet be the rarest of prizes, a lady whose heart will not be won so easily.

And let us not forget the brilliant young ladies who shall be making their own debuts: Miss Poppy Sweeting, whose gentleness belies an unexpected strength; Miss Natsai Onai, a vision of elegance with a sharp mind to match; Miss Imelda Reyes, whose fiery spirit ensures no dull moment in any drawing room; and, of course, Miss Anne Sallow, the twin sister to the newly inherited Viscount, whose return to society is sure to raise more than a few eyebrows. For the rumours circling of her absence from last season have begun to stir once more with even the most absurd of theories.

But while the season sparkles with promise, one cannot help but wonder—what shadows lurk beneath all this finery? For there are already murmurs of a most intriguing scandal, a tale of indiscretions that could shake even the sturdiest of reputations. A certain gentleman’s late-night whereabouts have been the subject of hushed speculation, and another young lady has been seen in far too many unchaperoned moments with a suitor she ought not to entertain.

Could it be that this season’s grandest romance will also be its most ruinous?

What alliances shall form? What hearts shall break? And, most tantalizing of all—who, dear reader, shall fall?

Rest assured, I shall uncover every secret, every stolen glance, every whispered confession.

You may hide, but I see all…

Yours most faithfully,

Lady Whistledown