#if mc is drunk so is seb

[rednite-dork]

when mc is drunk, sebastian gives her a piggyback ride to take her back to the castle

that trip to the castle is a challenge, because they're both fucking DRUNK

[choccy-milky]

bloody beater seb🥴💞

[writing-intheundercroft]

Bite The Hand

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Pairing: Auror!Sebastian x F!MC

Word Count: 7,717

Rating: E (Smut, MDNI - M!Masturbation, M!Receiving Oral Sex)

Summary: Sebastian Sallow bites the hand that feeds him. Or, the years spent between your break up and the events of The Night Shift.

A/N: Auror!Seb took a vacation in my mind, and I never meant to let him relax this long. So, here's an excruciating prologue I've been writing over the past few months for him. If you have not yet, I highly recommend reading The Night Shift before this, which was one of my first one shots!

Sebastian sits on the old stone fence lining the exterior of Feldcroft; he swirls the beer bottle in his hand before lifting it to his lips, taking a thick swig.  His eyes are red, and he’s far too drunk, but it doesn’t matter–the pictures have been taken, and no one at the party is missing him too much.  Perhaps Anne, but she’s far too busy entertaining everyone in her white dress to separate herself from her new husband’s arm.  Ominis looks positively dashing, proudly swaying with Anne in his arms.  Sebastian has known since they were twelve they’d probably end up married someday, and he’s happy to see them together.  

After delivering a proud speech to honor his sister and twirling her on the dance floor, he indulges a bit too much in the bar Garreth Weasley has put together for the event, downing bottle after bottle of the ginger’s experimental enhanced ale. Choosing to peruse the gift table over dancing in the hamlet square, Sebastian begins appraising the parcels.  He’s shaking each box, trying to guess what gifts might be inside, when his eyes land on a neatly wrapped box.  There’s a lovely velvet bow affixed to the top, and the note seems to call his name.  He tears the tag away, eyes roving over the familiar handwriting. Gripping the beer bottle in his free hand, he stumbles through the field to find some privacy. 

Sebastian holds the gift tag, the rough pad of his finger swiping over the swirly cursive. It’s stupid, he thinks, to have thought you would have come.  Anne had warned him that she was sending you an invitation despite the distance you’d put between yourself and the friend group.  Sebastian had felt sick over it for weeks–either you’d arrive at Anne and Ominis’s wedding alone and he’d have to own up to his mistakes, or worse, you’d arrive, happy with a man on your arm.  

Happy and content, the two things Sebastian is pretending to be.

Sebastian loosens his white cravat, letting it fall into the mud below him.  He is happy, he thinks.  Sebastian Sallow knows he’s an absolute fucking catch. The department of magical law enforcement’s most eligible bachelor, people have said. He has several badges, praising his heroics as an auror.  He hasn’t unintentionally left the bar alone in months, something he’s bragged about with the lads.  Girlfriends are nothing but trouble, and he’s quite vocal about how glad he is that he wasn’t trapped into marriage at a young age.  That comment usually garnered him some laughs at the bar–it was less successful at a wedding, let alone the wedding of his best friend and twin sister, who were getting married at the youthful age of twenty one. 

Sebastian pulls the tag up to his eyes, squinting at it once more.  He’s searching it for any underlying clues, a note he’s missed. 

So sorry I couldn’t be there. Sending my love.

He scowls.  Sorry my arse, he repeats in his head. That's surely a lie–you’d never been sorry a day in your relationship, let alone at the end of it.  He probably shouldn’t be as bitter about your breakup after three years, but happy events like this only reinforce the overwhelming emptiness he feels when it comes to relationships.

Perhaps one should never date their best friend, he thinks.  The love lost from your break up has tainted most of his happy memories, and his stomach only ever churns when he thinks of you.

He has no idea if you’re even still in London, or if you decided to try out a stint in America or Spain, like you always dreamt of doing when you were teenagers. Sometimes he thinks he sees you on the streets of Diagon Alley.  A wisp of your hair, someone with the same nose.  He hears your laugh sometimes in the pub, but it’s not you. It’s never really you, but the thought, the hope, it stokes a fire. A fire that tells him he would fall to his knees if he ever saw you again, kiss your feet, apologize for having yelled, for thinking that a man would ever walk away from the person he loved because he felt threatened. It was the only time he’d ever lost faith in your relationship, wavering when a pretty girl batted her eyelashes at him in the bar.  After your fight, he’d gone to Ominis’s apartment for the evening to get some space, but found your shared flat empty in the morning.

He never lets the fire grow too big.  He’s spent the last three years dampening it with cheap booze, recklessness at work, and girls that never last more than a few weeks at a time.

With glassy eyes, Sebastian looks out to the empty fields. It wasn’t like he was actually planning on proposing–the two of you were just eighteen, after all.  But sitting in the front row, watching his best friend swear unyielding love to his twin sister, Sebastian found himself overcome with emotion.  Sure, you’d been too young then, but he’d always pictured you standing next to the vicar, wearing a pretty white dress.

He tries to think of that memory, but your face is coming up blank.  Perhaps he’s too drunk, or perhaps it’s been too long.

“Fuck!” Sebastian roars, throwing the beer bottle.  

He can hear it crash in the distance as his head falls into his hands. 

Sebastian hops off the fence, wobbling on his feet.  The music gets softer and softer as he puts distance between himself and the party; he’s in no mood, and he’s bound to ruin the wedding if he stays any longer.  Without another thought, he pulls his wand out of his pocket, apparating back home.

Sebastian doesn’t hear from Ominis or Anne for a few weeks; he assumes the happy couple are enjoying their honeymoon in Lisbon.  Ominis’s pretty little owl arrives at his window one day, a scrap of parchment requesting his presence at their home.

Sebastian excitedly replies, promising to be over on his next day off.  He wonders if they’ve gotten their wedding portraits back yet, or if they got any duplicate wedding gifts that might suit his bachelor pad.  He’s been needing a new frying pan, might as well steal their old one.

Sebastian cheerfully takes a handful of floo powder, clearly enunciating Anne and Ominis’s address as he drops the dust in the fireplace.  Green flames burst around him, and he opens his eyes to see Ominis’s mahogany paneled study.  The blonde is sitting at his desk, arms crossed over his chest.

“Sebastian,” Ominis has a cold look on his face.

“Morning, Om.” Sebastian grins. “Hell of a party. Wedding of the year, I’d wager.” He walks out of the fireplace, brushing soot off of his waistcoat. “How was the honeymoon?”

“It was lovely,” Ominis says nonchalantly. “Anne quite enjoyed the sun.”  he walks over to his best friend, carefully rolling up his sleeves.  Sebastian furrows his eyebrows as Ominis stows his wand in his pocket, moving his wedding ring from his left to his right.

Without another thought, Ominis pulls back, sucker punching him.

“What the fuck,” Sebastian spits, eyes watering as he rubs his jaw.

Ominis smoothly puts his wedding ring back on, crossing his arms. “That’s for ruining our wedding, you selfish dimwit.  Anne was beside herself for days because of you.”

Sebastian hears the door open; Anne, looking quite sunkissed and freckled, slips into the room. 

“Your husband just punched me!” Sebastian complains.

His twin sister shrugs, sitting on top of Ominis’s desk. “You deserved it.” she scoffs. “You invited not one, but two women to be your guest at our wedding, and then fucked off into a field to get drunk and left without saying goodbye.  Nearly thought the two would rip each other’s hair out on the dance floor when they realized your mistake.”

“I did not,” Sebastian retorts, crossing his arms.

“Anastasia and Alexandra,” Ominis sighs. “I think you owe both of them an apology, if they ever speak to you again.”

Sebastian’s face heats up as he puts the pieces together.  Well, now it made sense why Alexandra, the waitress at the Leaky Cauldron, had spilled his beer onto him and stalked off.  Even more so that Anastasia, one of the timekeepers for the auror office, had burst into tears when she saw him at work. She’d put in her two weeks notice, spitting on his shoes as she passed by with a box of her personal effects in hand.

“I think we’re going to laugh about this eventually,” Sebastian suggests. 

Ominis’s face twists with displeasure. “They tore Anne’s veil.”

“Okay, it’ll take a few years.” Sebastian sputters in response, nervously eyeing his twin sister.

Anne stands up, her hands balled up into fists at her side. “It wasn’t just my veil, Sebastian.” she seethes. “It was Mum’s veil–”

Sebastian’s eyes widen. “No,” he squeaks, utterly horrified.

Anne’s eyes were watering. “Mum’s veil,” she croaks. “Dug it out of storage, had it restored just for the wedding, and those women you invited destroyed it, fighting over you.  Meanwhile, you were out getting sloshed Merlin knows where, abandoning my wedding.”

Sebastian stares shamefully at his shoes while Anne paces back and forth, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor.  His shoulders bowled over, the brunette looks up at the couple.  He hates the way they pity him, but he hates it even more when they’re mad at him.  Not roll-their-eyes mad, but truly, deeply upset.

“You need to get yourself together, Sebastian.” Ominis barks. “I’ve absolutely had it with you and this obscene behavior.  The drinking, the whoring –”

“Alright, I wouldn’t call it whoring.” Sebastian furrows his eyebrows. “That’s a bit of a stretch–”

“New women, every week.” Ominis sounds even angrier than before. “All because you’re a bloody coward, running away from your feelings.  Gods, I used to wonder why she left, and now it all makes sense–"

Sebastian doesn’t even realize that he’s holding Ominis by the tie, pushing him against the dark wooden walls.  Anne is screeching at him, hitting him at the shoulders, while Ominis raises a perfectly arched eyebrow.

“Struck a nerve, have I?” he asks coolly.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Sebastian growls. “Don’t even go there.  Don’t say her name.”

“Everyone can see it, Sebastian.” Ominis shrugs. “It’s pathetic, that’s what it is.  Either make your peace with how you left things off with her and move on, or speak to her like a real man.”

Sebastian lets go, hands fumbling for his wand.  As soon as his fingers wrap around the cool, checkered marble handle, it flies out of his hand, clattering across the room.

“That’s enough from the two of you,” Anne snaps, shoving her wand back into her pocket. “You’re acting like children.”

“He started it,” Sebastian snarls.  He looks over at his best friend–Merlin, Ominis is his best friend, and he doesn’t even recognize him.  The blonde man has never been this angry at him before, not even when he killed–

Right, Sebastian swallows thickly. Best not to think about the past like that.

“Grow up, Sebastian.” Ominis digs his finger into Sebastian’s chest; he’s so angry, his jaw is quaking. “I don’t want to see you, speak to you, hear from you until you’ve grown the fuck up.” he threatens.  Ominis backs off, tugging his waistcoat down. “Anne, I’m going to take a walk around the block to cool down.”

Ominis grips his wand tightly, stalking out of the study.  The door slams heavily behind him, leaving the Sallow twins alone together. 

“Now look at what you’ve done,” Anne sighs, crossing her arms as she sits against the window.

“I’m sorry, Annie.” Sebastian chews on his lower lip. “I didn’t mean to–”

“No,” Anne scowls. “You never mean to.  You’ve somehow skated through twenty one years of life with nothing ever being your fault.”

“That’s not true,” Sebastian interjects.

“There are consequences to your actions, Sebastian.” Anne huffs. “You need to know that.”

“I do,” Sebastian pleads with her. “And I’m sorry–I’m sorry I left your wedding, I’m sorry I invited the two of them, I really didn’t even remember–”

“You’re not you , Sebastian.” Anne strains. “You haven’t been you in what feels like a very long time.”

“Not you too,” Sebastian groans. “Anne, you can’t possibly think this has to do with her.”

Anne’s eyes are teary now. “Ominis is right. You’re a shell, Sebastian. You’re going through the motions you think you should, but it’s not you. The real you wouldn’t forget about two women and just callously throw them aside. You wouldn’t leave my wedding without saying goodbye.”

Sebastian avoids eye contact with his sister, eyes glued to the floor boards. “I’m sorry,” he says sheepishly. “I was just too drunk.”

“You never used to drink this much,” Anne scolds. “Spending nearly every night down at the pub, all the whispers about you flirting with all sorts of women.  You’re a different person.”

“I’ve grown up, Anne.” Sebastian suggests. “A man can’t sow his oats without getting criticized now?”

“You were about to get married–”

Sebastian shuts his eyes, waving her off. “That’s silly , Anne.  I wasn’t serious about it.  We were eighteen, we’d just graduated Hogwarts.  It would’ve been stupid to get married.”

“But you wanted to,” Anne retorts. “You talked about it all the time.”

“Can we stop talking about stupid ideas I had when I was eighteen?” Sebastian growls. His cheeks are aflame, freckles burning at the continued mention of you.  Days ago, you were merely a memory, a chapter Sebastian had turned past in life.  After seeing your handwriting scrawled on a little card, thinking of you for just a fleeting moment, your memory was now infecting every waking minute of his life.  He tugs at his tie, throat growing thick at Ominis and Anne’s pokes into his personal life.

Anne gives him a pitying look. “She’s still around, you know.”

“Why would that matter to me?” Sebastian chokes out.

“Just talk to her—“

“She left!” Sebastian roars, smacking a stack of files off Ominis’s desk.  Anne looks unphased as the papers float to the ground. “I leave her for one night, and I come home the next morning to my flat, empty, couch gone. No note, no warning. We had one fight and she left me!”

“You said you wanted to cheat on her, Seb.” Anne reminds him.

“But I didn’t!” Sebastian huffs, red in the face.  The floodgates are open, words spilling from his mouth. “I wanted her to be mad, to be jealous!  I wanted her to miss me!” 

Involuntary tears prick at the corners of his eyes, threatening to fall down his cheeks. He can’t bring himself to admit the truth–that selfishly, he’d wanted to hurt you, to push you to your limits to see how you’d react. How he never could’ve imagined you’d actually leave. That his heart had cracked into pieces after finding the flat cleared out, and the shards had turned to dust when he realized weeks later that you weren’t coming home.

“Do you still want her to miss you?” Anne asks.

Yes, Sebastian thinks. His heart would probably explode out of his body if he were to ever find out you missed him.

“No,” he spits out. “I’m over her.”

Anne gives him a distrustful look, and Sebastian has to turn away in shame.

“I think you’ll find life to be a lot easier to digest when you stop lying to yourself,” Anne shrugs, folding her hands in her lap. “I don’t want to watch you waste your life away like this, Seb.  You miss her, and that’s okay.  You loved her.  Don’t sit here and pretend that you’re happy.”

“I’m happy,” Sebastian grunts. “I have a great life, Anne.  I’m the best junior auror on the force, I have plenty of friends.  I can go wherever I want, do whatever I want, and I don’t need to answer to anyone.  What makes you think I’m not happy?”

Anne’s face twists again, this time with a sad, pitiful look. “We’re twins, Sebastian.  I know you. I’ve known you forever.  I know things can never be as it was, but Ominis is right.  You have to make peace with the past, or talk to her.”

“It’s not about her,” Sebastian snarls again, crossing his arms.

“You got shitfaced and left my wedding after you stole the tag off her present.” Anne declares. “Tell me now how it’s not about her.”

“Whatever. I can’t talk to you when you’re acting like this.” Sebastian huffs, turning on his heels back towards the fireplace. “Send an owl when you’re feeling like yourself again.”

Anne leans against Ominis’s desk, her hands fidgeting with her skirt. “Likewise.  We can talk once you’ve figured out everything, and when you’re acting like yourself again.” she says coolly. “Otherwise, I don’t want to speak to you.”

“Ultimatums and threats, how very Gaunt of you.” Sebastian blurts out, regretting the words as soon as they leave his mouth.  Why would he even dare to say such a thing? 

Anne is unphased, shaking her head as she brushes dust off her skirt. “There you go again–trying to hurt someone you love, just to get a rise out of them. Seb, grow up. Don’t talk to me again until you’ve figured it out.”

Sebastian can’t bear to look at Anne, so he grabs a fistful of floo powder and disappears into the green flame.

“Another.” Sebastian demands, pushing his glass towards the new barmaid.

The woman raises her brow.  Elsie, Elise, whatever the fuck her name is.  She’s relatively new, and less obliging than the other bartenders Sebastian has come to know at the Three Broomsticks.  Although he might not have much pull anymore–the other bartenders seem to have gone cold towards their favorite regular, especially after he’d ditched their colleague Alexandra at the wedding with a duplicate guest.

“I’m afraid I’d be over-serving you, sir.” she says, polishing a tankard. “I think that’s enough for tonight.”

Sebastian rolls his eyes, turning the barstool around to appraise tonight’s crowd.  It’s a Saturday, but there appears to be slim pickings amongst the crowd. Nary a pretty woman in the room.  He leans his elbows back against the bar top, scanning for any viable conquests. 

And then, the bell on the door rings.

Sebastian freezes, pint in hand.  He’d always imagined how this day might go–how it would feel to see you again.  He always pictured himself being brave, too cool to care.  Merlin, he might’ve even gotten some satisfaction out of seeing you be a bit miserable. 

But you’re not.  You’re laughing.  Oh god, how could you be laughing?

He’s frozen in place, standing rather sheepishly at the bar as he watches you, giggling on the arm of some stranger.  Sebastian could care less what he looks like, rather fixating on you instead. His heart swells at the sound of your voice for the first time in years, the playful lilt to your question.

Should we sit down here, or upstairs?

Your date tells you to go upstairs, while he meanders over to the bar to get drinks. “One whiskey, on the rocks, and…some drink with gin.  Er, with lemons?”

A white lady.  Gin, orange liquor, egg whites, lemon juice , Sebastian screams in his head.  It’s embarrassing how quickly that knowledge came back to him.  The entire history of you floods into his brain, a dam he’d built over the years of your estrangement destroyed with the mere sound of your giggle. You always favored gin in your drinks, but despised when things were too sweet, too fruity.  The key to your heart was understanding your sense of taste.  Sebastian recalls the nights he’d make dinner for you, before your shifts at St. Mungo’s.  He was no chef, but you always praised his cooking.  Pretty noises coming from your mouth as you savored braised mushrooms over pasta, the way your tongue ran over your lips when he made chicken–

Why did you break up again?

Images play over and over in his mind.  You scoffing at him, your career being more important than his.  Screaming, fighting, going days without seeing each other.  His teeth sunken into the neck of someone he didn’t know. A book thrown at his head, a coffee mug missing a handle. 

Right. That again.

Sebastian snaps out of his thoughts as your date takes two drinks up the stairs.  He follows on careful feet; if he’s learned anything in his years of being an auror, it’s how to follow with stealth.  He hides beneath the creaky wooden staircase, concealed by the darkness.  Yet through the wooden steps, he can see you sitting at the table, and the way your smile falters when your date drops a fruity concoction in front of you.  He wonders if this is your first date–no, you’re far too comfortable leaning into his touch for this to be a first date.  Perhaps a third, maybe a fourth. 

“You did promise me if we made it to our fourth date that you’d tell me,” the man across from you says. Sebastian feels a bit proud for knowing you well enough, but sick at the thought of you being close to anyone.

“Tell you what?” you ask, feigning innocence as you fake a sip of your sugary drink.

“If you’ve ever been in love,” he croons. Sebastian winces, remembering just how excruciating it is to be in the early days of a relationship. At least then he’d been sixteen; he can’t imagine asking such cringey questions as a grown adult. 

You roll your eyes, leaning back into your chair. “That’s such a cheesy question,” you scoff.

Even when you’re not together, you two are on the same page.

“It says a lot about a person,” your date shrugs. “You have been in love, haven’t you?”

You roll your eyes once more, wincing as you take a sip from your beverage. “I have,” you announce, holding up a finger. “Just once.”

“And?” the man pries. “What happened?”

“What always happens.” you shrug. “You get older, and you fall out of love.”

“Indulge me,” your date asks, leaning his chin into his palm. “What was it about him?”

Sighing, you lean forward.  Sebastian wishes he could cast a disillusionment charm, get closer to see the look on your face as you condense your love story into a palatable tale for this stranger.  He wants to know if you’ll do it justice.  

“We were sixteen,” you muse. “It felt like we’d grown up together, that we could do anything.  And for a while, we could.  But then we had jobs, friends, and lives we had to explore outside of each other. Suddenly, we needed different things. We just couldn’t love each other the way we wanted to.” 

Sebastian wrinkles his nose. That’s it?  That’s all you’ll say about the great love you shared, a measly five sentences?  That you drifted apart, you grew up?  He has half a mind to march up the stairs and confront you right this moment. In fact, one foot is already ahead of the other, emerging from the darkness. 

“In the spirit of honesty, can I tell you something?” you ask. “I absolutely hate fruity drinks.”

Sebastian stops in his tracks.  You hate complaining, let alone correcting someone.  You never complained once during your tenure at Hogwarts, nor did you complain at the simplest offenses.  He and Ominis would have to practically beg you to send back food if your order came out wrong.  Imelda would roll her eyes every time you apologized for sending a beater your opponent’s way.  Hell, half the reason the two of you broke up was because you could hardly confront him, moving your belongings out of your shared apartment to avoid conflict.

Yet here you are, finally open and honest about something.  You’ve grown, he realizes. Has he?

“Excuse me,” your date clears his throat.  Sebastian is drawn out of his thoughts as the dark-haired man bumps into him at the foot of the stairs. 

“Sorry mate,” Sebastian says hurriedly, turning his back.  Hopeful that you haven’t seen him lurking quite yet, he pushes through the throngs of people in the pub, all blocking his way to the front door.

“Oi, Sallow!” the barmaid yells, and he curses under his breath, stopping in his tracks. “You forgot your tab.”

Sebastian digs through the pockets of his cloak, pulling out a few sickles to cover his drinks.  He turns toward you on the second floor, wondering if you’d heard his name. You hadn’t; you were back to chatting animatedly with the stranger, his hand resting on your forearm.

Sebastian slams the sickles down on the bar top, pulling the hood on his cloak over his head before turning on his heel. Rain pours outside, the water sliding his back as he rushes down the cobblestone street to his doorstep.  Your laugh haunts every step, mocking him all the way home.

Sebastian turns in his sleep, bedsheets tangled in his legs.  He’s not one to brag (Ominis would say otherwise if they were on speaking terms) but he’s not used to being alone in bed.  Not if he doesn’t want to be. 

He is alone tonight, his damp cloak discarded in the corner of his room where he kicked his clothes.  He lives alone, so he wasn’t quite sure why he was going through the motions of banging the cupboards, slamming his door.  The tea he’d made to sober up had gone cold, perched on the side table next to a myriad of dirty cups.  He nearly bangs his head against the wrought iron headboard, staring up at the dark ceiling.  There’s a tightness in his belly, an urge sparking his senses below.  

Fuck, he’s hard.

Sebastian grumbles to himself as his hand trails down his stomach, gripping his length. He’s sleeping in the nude—has been, ever since he got his own bachelor pad—and can’t help thinking about how much you would despise him for it.  You’d always been a stickler for pajamas, grumbling about him sitting in bed with dirty clothes.

Why is he thinking about you now, after all these years?  Sebastian grunts in displeasure as his cock twitches in his hand. He tries to focus on anything else—the blonde he’d kissed a few nights prior, or the woman with auburn hair who’d gripped his locks at the root when he’d sucked a mark into her neck.  Neither works in his quest for relief.  Begrudgingly, his thoughts fall towards you, distant memories he’s not even sure are real anymore.

They had been real, and so were you.  Sebastian paces his strokes, biting hard into his lower lip as his memories flood back. He furrows his brow as he pictures you, sidling up next to him in bed.  You’d always crawl back underneath the sheets after a long night in the ward, getting home with just an hour or two left before Sebastian would have to wake and get ready for work. He tightens his grip at the memory of you, nosing his cheek as your hand replaces his. 

“You know I hate when you go to bed without pants,” you whisper against his neck, teeth grazing his pulse.

”I do,” he murmurs, letting you take over. His hand falls back against the pillow, arms above his head as he sighs into your touch.  He swears he can feel your hands ghosting over his body, firm grip pumping his cock up and down.  He groans audibly when your thumb glides over the glistening head, a gasp caught in the back of his throat as he feels your lips pressing a tentative kiss against it.  

“Please,” Sebastian pleads. “Please.”

He’s not sure what he’s begging for, but his right hand crashes against his mouth, a pathetic whimper spilling past as he feels your mouth envelop him. Your hands brace his thighs, a curtain of hair brushing his hips as your head bobs up and down. He’s loud, louder than he’s been in years—you always brought that out of him, loving how vocal he could be. 

You hum against him; he knows you’re looking up at him, a devilish grin on your lips. Sebastian doesn’t dare to look down at you, worried you’ll disappear the moment he tries.

“Good morning,” you gasp, popping off of his cock.  Your hand replaces your mouth, the filthy sound of your spit and his come pounding alongside his heartbeat in his ears.

Sebastian can’t stop himself, his hips rolling upwards.  A garbled noise falls out of his mouth as he opens his eyes.  You’re gone—you were never here to begin with.  He fucks up into his fist with urgency, his eyes stinging as he chases his climax.  Sebastian lets out a guttural groan as he spills into his palm, a tear rolling down his cheek as he heaves, coming back down to earth.

You were never here, Sebastian reminds himself. A fucking memory, that’s all.  An end to a means, a way to get off.  That doesn’t make him feel any better as he rolls over to his night stand, picking up his wand.  He mutters a quick cleaning spell, rustling the sheets to the end of his bed as he lays, staring at the ceiling. Not real, not real, not real.   The two words comfort him, eyes fluttering back to sleep.

Your laugh replays in his mind anyways.

Sebastian rolls the vial in his hands, fingers hesitating at the stopper.  It’s standard issue for aurors to have their own personal pensieve, especially once they’re at the senior level. Sebastian has been trusted with his own pensieve, the only junior auror on the force to have one.  It’s an important tool, one he uses to peruse old memories.  They’re useful if you need to observe an old crime scene, hone in on a suspect’s face.

Fuck it, Sebastian thinks, pulling the stopper out.  The silvery memory floats down from the glass to the swirling waters, and he’s reminded of the first time he’d used a pensieve—he’d been with you.  He shudders as he lowers his face to the milky surface, falling into a memory he’s tried to forget.

It was raining that night.  He follows his past self up the stairs to the old flat he’d shared with you, stopping to take a sobering breath before pushing the door in.  He can see you sitting at the dinner table, arms crossed over a white muslin dress.  You look so angry with him—you always looked so angry in those final days of your relationship.  

“Where the hell have you been?” You snap, and both versions of himself flinch.

“Out,” his past self growls. “Why does that matter to you?”

You stare at him with furrowed brows. “This was my only day off of the week, Sebastian. I wanted to spend it together.  You’re always going on and on about how we don’t spend enough time together, yet every time I even make an effort you don’t even show—“

”Merlin forbid I want to celebrate a good day at work with my colleagues,” the younger Sebastian snarls, a hiccup lining the edge of his sentence as he slams his bag down on the table.

”You reek,” the past version of you declares, nose wrinkling. “Of booze.  How long have you been drinking?” You lean in, sniffing his neck.  Sebastian instinctively moves his arm, trying to pull you away.  It’s no use; it’s an illusion, his hand passes right through your skin. 

“Is that perfume?” Your voice falters.

”You’re imagining things,” Sebastian accuses.

”Don’t lie to me, Sallow.” You roar. “I smell perfume on your neck.”

Sebastian flinches when his younger self whirls around on his heel. “And so what if I smell like perfume?” He screeches.

Your face crumbles, and Sebastian has to force himself to look.  You look so much younger, with full cheeks and wide eyes.  He’d forgotten you’d plaited your hair at the top, just the way he’d liked it.  He remembered tugging on your braids when the two of you were still in school, before you’d even started dating.  That was ages ago, yet his heart still yearns for those days.

”Sebastian, have you been with someone else?”

The words still prick his heart, yet he forces himself to keep watching. His younger self stands there, a blank expression on his face.

”What if there was someone else?”

“Is there someone else?”

The younger Sebastian stands firm, arms folded over his chest.  This is it, the moment his heart closed to you.  This is when your relationship slipped down the drain. He doesn’t flinch with his next words, all aimed at you.  He’s playing the offense now, drawing blood with his words.

She’s nice, and she actually cares to listen to me.  I didn’t kiss her—but damn, I wanted to.

Sebastian perches on the table, knowing what comes next.  You don’t bother with tears—you’d cried enough in the last few months of the relationship, trying to salvage damaged goods.  There’s nothing left to give.  You pick up the closest book, hurling it at Sebastian’s face.  The book passes through the real Sebastian, his past self ducking just in time for it to slam against the wall.  The book falls to the ground with a thud, spine dented from the wooden beam.

His past self curses, knocking into the closest table.  Your favorite mug, the one with the funky handle, goes flying off the surface, the handle breaking off.

”I’m going to Ominis’s, until you can be a reasonable adult,” his past self roars, tugging the hood of his cloak over his head.

No, Sebastian screams. Don’t go.  She won’t be home when you come back.

”Sebastian!” You wail.  His head snaps to you, hands balled into fists at your side. He’d never noticed the look of despair on your face, the longing in your eyes. “I—“

The memory ends with a slammed door, your voice far away. He didn’t even give you the chance to finish your sentence.  Sebastian is forced out of the memory, head jolting out of the stone basin with nowhere else to go.

It’s the first time he’s forced himself to relive the memory.  It’s different than he remembered; he doesn’t look nearly as confident as he thought he did.  He doesn’t need to watch the rest to remember how it felt.  After a night spent on Ominis’s settee, sleeping off the alcohol, he’d walk back into the flat prepared with an apology.  He’d slip the key into the lock, calling out your name.  You’d probably be asleep in anticipation of your night shift, but he wouldn’t be able to wait.  He would burst through the bedroom, but you wouldn’t be in bed.  In fact, all of your belongings would be gone, leaving half of the flat bare.  No note, no goodbye.  He’d spend the better half of a day banging on Poppy’s door, only for her to snap at him in response. 

She doesn’t want to speak to you ever again. Every friend had said it, and Sebastian took it to heart.  Perhaps it would take you a couple of days, a few weeks at most to forgive him.  Weeks turned into months, and before long it was a year.  He moved into his own apartment in Diagon Alley.  Poppy and Imelda stopped talking to him entirely, and Natty would only speak to him at work.  It wasn’t much longer that he started chatting up women at the pub, going on dates.  You became a distant memory, his teenage love, a chapter he’d left behind.

Sebastian thought it would give him some closure. That he’d accept being the asshole, finally put you away for good.  Seeing your handwritten note to Ominis and Anne had only eroded his stone heart, dripping away at his resolve.  Hearing you laugh was like taking a pickaxe to the chest, and your summary of the relationship had been the killing blow. It’s like you didn’t even care; simply shrugging off what had been the longest and most defining relationship of his life.  

Isn’t that what he wanted?

Sebastian slumps against the basin, fingertips drumming against the edge.  It’s classic, really, textbook Sebastian Sallow to ruin everything.  He still remembers the way he pushed away Ominis, had forsaken Anne’s wants and needs when it came to her curse.  The unforgivable curse falling past his lips, regretting the words while he says them.  He’d crumpled in your arms, sobbing against your robes that night.  You’d given him a second chance at life, to be a better brother, a better friend.  He promised he wouldn’t squander the opportunity, choosing love over anger.

But falling in love with you hadn’t been a choice.  It had been natural, the easiest thing Sebastian had ever done.  He’d loved you so hard, too much—he’d wanted to marry you, for Merlin’s sake.  That all changed when you started working the night shift.  You spent less time together, and even moments at home were spent studying.  You balked at his touch, preferring the company of a book and a cup of tea instead.  He felt his walls go up, guarding himself from pain.  It couldn’t hurt if he hurt you first, he recalled. He’d bite the hand that fed him, and that would give him an advantage.  

Sebastian splashes the water in the pensieve, the silvery threads of his memory tangling in his fingers.  How easy it would be to store it away, destroy it forever. Fuck, he’d obliviate himself if he could.  He could move on with his life, finally be rid of you. 

Your name, scrawled on parchment.  The lilt of your laugh, the way your cheeks still turn pink when you smile.  The memory of your hair brushing against him in the morning, how just the memory of you is enough to make him hard.  Fuck, he loves you—he’s always loved you.  He’s always going to love you.  Who do you think you are, to stay this long?  Perhaps he’s afraid of you, how powerful you are to have this hold on him. 

Sebastian carefully collects the memory with the tip of his wand, letting it seep back through his ears and into his mind.  It hurts, still a heavy weight on his heart. But better to have it, to have a piece of you.  He knows he’s done irreparable harm, and he can’t change who he was then.  Sebastian has been given a plethora of second chances in his life, and he’s likely run up on any good karma he has left.

You deserve better, Sebastian thinks. He hopes you’re happy.  He wonders if you’re still enjoying the night shift, still at the top of your field.  His mind trails off to the man you were sharing drinks with—perhaps you’ve found love again. He shudders at the thought of you walking down the aisle to a faceless man, but there’s nothing he can do.  He made his bed, and he’ll lie in it.

Sebastian can only resolve to be better.  Maybe in time he’ll get back into Ominis and Anne’s good graces. Be a better brother, a better friend.  He shuts the cover on the pensieve, pushing it back into the corner of his bedroom.  His eye catches the book on his shelf with a dented spine before he straightens his tie, collecting his cloak to leave for work.

He can be better. Maybe. For now, he’ll settle on drinks after work, praying you don’t walk into the same pub as him ever again.

Sebastian’s breath is knocked out of his chest.  You’re sitting at the table with Poppy, Andrew’s chair pulled up next to them.  You look breathtaking, dressed in a pretty lace gown with matching gloves on your hands.  Your hair is piled atop your head in a fashionable way, and you’re blinking up at him expectantly.  He can barely look you in the eyes, lest he crumple at the knees.

”Emergency meeting,” he utters gloomily. “Ruined a good lunch.”

That’s all you have to say?  He berates himself in his mind as Andrew and Everett bid you farewell.  Your eyes turn back disappointedly to the cutlery on the table, and Sebastian screams internally as his colleagues drag him away from the table on unsteady feet.

”Pull yourself together, man.” Everett rolls his eyes. “You’re acting like you’ve seen a ghost.  And considering how many ghosts we knew at school, it’s a little embarrassing.”

“I can’t,” Sebastian mutters. “That’s the first time I’ve seen her in years.”

”Years?” Andrew’s eyes widen. “You’ve really gone that long?”

Years, Sebastian thinks.  Years since you left.  Years since he fought with Anne and Ominis after their wedding, years since he froze under the stairs at the Three Broomsticks, hearing you recount your love story to a new flame.  He’s thought of you every day since.

”That’s depressing,” Everett whistles low. “I never want to fall in love.”

“It’s sweet, really.” Andrew points out. “You never forget your first love, even after you’ve moved on.”

”Moved on?” Sebastian asks.

Everett gives him a sympathetic look, scratching his head. “Er, I thought you noticed—the giant diamond on her hand?  I heard she was engaged.” He confesses. “Sorry mate.  Natsai told me.”

Of course Natty wouldn’t tell him , Sebastian thinks.  She’s hardly spoken to him in years, despite working in the same department.  She’s dutifully ignored him, only daring to speak about work related matters.  The moment your conversations turn towards your personal lives, she would disappear.

”I’m happy for her,” he chokes out, trying to sound convincing.  He knows it isn’t.

”Well, you’re happy now too, aren’t you?” Andrew tries to cheer up the conversation. “The bachelor life suits you.”

Sebastian isn’t sure that’s true.

They apparate back to the ministry, all of the aurors crowded into the office to help with a massive case. Sebastian is hardly listening during the mission debrief.  His mind is elsewhere, on you.  He wonders if you’re marrying the man from the bar, the one with the cheesy questions.  He swallows thickly at the thought of you in love, real love this time.  Something that would last.

He wants to call on Anne.  They haven’t spoken since he’d fought with Ominis after their wedding, his twin holding strong to her words.  She wanted to see him grow, to confront his feelings before coming back to her.  Maybe now was a good time—Anne was always a good shoulder to cry on.

Sebastian had expected a decent fight, but this one takes the cake.  It’s the most intense of his auror career so far, battling what feels like an army of ashwinders who’ve rallied to terrorize the highlands once more. The fight isn’t fair; it’s brutal, several of his fellow aurors falling on the scene.  Andrew has a nasty gash, arms slung around both him and Everett as they try to get to a safe floo point. They might splinch if they try to apparate, and Andrew is looking pale enough as it is.

“Wild day, isn’t it?” Everett chuffs, straining as they lift Andrew and his bleeding leg. The floo point is about twenty feet away, but it’s an uphill climb. “We need to get him to St. Mungo’s, stat.” He says your name, wondering if you’re on duty to help with Andrew’s injury.

”She works the night shift,” Sebastian blurts. He doesn’t even know if you still work nights—it’s just the only thought that comes to mind.

”Well, maybe she’ll be there and you can stop acting like you’ve got doxies for brains.” Andrew snorts, wincing in pain.

”She looks happy,” Sebastian admits. “Beautiful. Merlin, I forgot how beautiful she is.”

Sebastian feels Andrew tugging on his shoulder, panic laced through his voice.  He turns to see an ashwinder, appearing out of nowhere.  The masked man has his wand raised, pulling his arm back to inflict a curse.  Sebastian can see he’s aiming at Everett, the incantation on his lips.

Sebastian doesn’t hesitate.  He lets go of Andrew, letting him topple over onto the grass.  He dives in front of his partner, the bolt of green magic electrifying him as he lands with a thud on the ground.  He can’t tell if he’s yelling, or if it’s Clopton.  He feels cold and wet, streaks of red blossoming on his crisp white shirt.  

“We have to get him to St. Mungo’s!” Everett roars. “I don’t care, apparate! Get us out of here!” 

Andrew crawls over to his side.  He asks Sebastian to forgive him, curling his arms around him as they apparate away from the scene.  Sebastian feels like he’s being pushed through a piece of straw, landing on the cold marble floor of the St. Mungo’s intensive care ward. Healers are already running amok, trying to help the others coming in from the scene. A healer is sending a patronus message, rabbit bouncing off the walls before disappearing to relay a message.  He wants to lift his head, check the room to see if you’re there.  When he tries, Clopton chastises him, holding him down to the floor.

We have to stop the bleeding, someone says. What bleeding?  He’s just cold.  

“Can someone get me a blanket?” Sebastian slurs, words garbled in his throat.

He hears someone saying your name. “We’ve called in the head of the ward,” they say. “She’s on her way in as we speak.”

“We know her,” Andrew insists, still holding his hand down tight against Sebastian’s chest.  He’s not sure why Andrew is clutching him so tightly, clamping down on his sternum.

”She’ll know how to stop the bleeding,” the healer assures him. “She’ll figure it out—her magic always does the trick.”

That’s all he needs to know. Sebastian shuts his eyes, the sounds of the ward disappearing against the ringing in his ears.  He’ll be okay, especially if you’re on the way. Deep down, Sebastian knows he’s in good hands.

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Kinktober Day 19

Double Penetration - Sebastian Sallow X Ominis Gaunt X F!MC

🔥NSFW 🔞 MDNI

1.7k words

Sebastian was hot on her heels as she quickly made her way from the quidditch pitch toward the castle. Her face was red with shame as Seb tried to calm her nerves and get a grip on her robes to slow her down. “Hey! Would you slow down love! Seriously, it's no big deal! I’m just surprised is all! Look, I’m sorry for embarrassing you! Slow down so we can talk about this.”

They’d been hidden away under the quidditch stands alternating between kissing and telling each other fantasies when Sebastian had coaxed a rather juicy one out of his girlfriend.

She’d admitted to liking the idea of having two men fill her at the same time. She’d wanted to try two in one hole but said she wasn’t sure if she would be able to take it and would settle for one in her pussy and one in her ass.

Sebastian had admitted it would be rather hot and immediately went to teasing her about which friend he’d ask to help fulfill her fantasy. She’d gone bright red and bolted, leaving Seb trailing behind, trying to apologize for scandalizing her.

Once he’d caught up to her, finally snagging a hold of her robes, he pulled her around to a part of the castle wall where they could talk without being overheard. “Love, please. I’m sorry for teasing you. But I really do want to do this with you if you’d really be interested.”

She was quiet for a moment, milling over who they would possibly choose and what that person would say about their ‘extra curricular activities’. She finally grasped his sleeve anxiously and nodded. “F-fine. But only if we find someone to agree…someone who won’t out us to the whole school preferably.”

Sebastian chuckled, pulling her close and rubbing her back gently. “Love, you do realize half of this school's population would kill to shag you, right?”

She pulled back, playfully punching his arm. He only laughed, pulling her close for a hug before taking her hand and leading her inside and castle. “Would you like to hear my first idea?”

She was toying with the hem of her sleeve nervously as they walked. She was clearly anxious but she nodded, looking up at him with a question in her eyes. “I think Ominis would…he definitely wouldn’t say a damn word about it if he didn’t want to at the very least.”

She thought for a moment and had to agree that she could never see Ominis doing something like that to her or Seb, even if he was totally scandalized by the idea. “I-if you’re sure. Would you mind asking him by yourself? L-like I’m just nervous to hear the conversation…in case he is shocked.”

Sebastian nodded and assured her that he would take care of it. He was fairly confident that Ominis would be game for it. They’d never shared a girl before but in a drunk conversation one night he hadn’t been opposed to the idea Sebastian had brought forth randomly.

He made his way to his dorm room where he knew his best friend would be at this time, slowly knocking and entering to see the blonde leaned back in his bed against his pillows with a book in one hand and his wand in the other, tip pressed to the page as he looked up towards the door. “Sebastian?”

Sebastian stepped inside and shut the door behind him before walking to sit on the side of Ominis’ bed. “Hey, Om. I actually have a pretty personal question. Do you have a minute?”

Ominis’ brows lifted but he closed his book and placed it to the side, sitting himself up and looking in Seb’s direction. “Of course. Is this something that’ll make me want to hit you or will we be okay?”

Sebastian chuckled a bit, running a hand through his brown curls. “Ha, about that. You may want to hit me but I don’t think it’ll be for the reason you’re expecting. It does involve my girlfriend though so don’t be too mad.”

Ominis inhaled and nodded. He wasn’t sure what to expect but he was preparing for anything. After all, it was Sebastian.

Sebastian nervously picked at the hem of his robes and sighed. “Well, me and her were talking…about things we’d like to explore. One we both landed on was…a threesome…or more specifically double penetration…”

Ominis’ brows raised again but he said nothing, giving a curious look. “Are you asking for advice? An opinion? I don’t exactly see how I’m invol…oh! Oh shit! You thought of me?!”

Sebastian swallowed hard, plucking the fuzz from the blanket beneath him anxiously. “Yea. Figured we both agreed on you and even if you weren’t down for it you wouldn’t air out everything for the whole school.”

Ominis was surprised but nodded, looking down and contemplating how that would go. “Well, you are correct. I won’t tell anyone, that’s for sure. I guess you both don’t have a second option picked out do you?”

Sebastian shook his head even though he knew his friend wouldn’t see it. “No. You were our first and only choice really. I honestly thought you’d be kinda into it…since I know you had a crush on her before we started dating and all.”

Ominis nodded again, a grim expression on his face. “Yes. That’s true. Well I suppose I’ll agree. If nothing else it could be some fun to take my mind off of the increasingly hard school work as of late. Plus it’ll satisfy a craving for all of us. I can hardly see the harm.”

Sebastian cleared his throat and blew a relieved breath before they made a plan. This Friday after classes they’d take a bottle of firewhiskey to the Undercroft and fulfill their little fantasy for her.

~~~

By the end of the week she was anxious, hugging her books to her chest as she peered around, making sure none of her classmates spotted her heading to the Undercroft.

But after just a bit of teasing and two shots of firewhiskey they had her undressed on the large bed Sebastian had conjured, big enough for all their group activities.

Ominis was fully undressed, laid out on the sheets as Sebastian laid his girlfriend across his best friend's chest, using his fingers to tease her open and get her ready.

Once he was satisfied he helped her straddle Ominis and sink her hips down onto his pale girth before climbing behind her, between his best friend's legs and using a lubrication charm to begin stretching her other hole.

She lightly rocked her hips on Ominis, driving strained groans from the man below her as Sebastian’s fingers stretched her. “Fuck, Seb…just want you now. Feels so good, need to be fucked…”

Sebastian growled, eager to give into his pretty girlfriend's cries. He pulled his fingers out, lined up to carefully slide into her. She whimpered and moaned at the stretch. One felt good but two were intense. She’d never had any feeling like it before but it excited her and she could hardly wait till they both moved inside of her.

After allowing her to adjust a but, Sebastian wasted no time in slowly sliding her hips forward and back onto them. Both men groaned as she molded perfectly around them. Holes tightening as she experienced the new feeling of being so incredibly full.

Sebastian gripped her hips and rutted gently into her, eliciting a pleasured sigh to fall from her lips. Ominis pulled her down with a hand on the back of her neck and swallowed the whimpers she made as Sebastian’s thrusts continued, rocking her back and forth so that both men were sliding in and out of her at the same time.

Before long she was hyper fixated on the small space between their cocks, how incredibly full she felt between her legs. She clenched and tensed around them in utter bliss as her holes swallowed both cocks greedily.

Ominis had taken to holding her hips in place and thrusting up inside of her while Sebastian took advantage of the position and fucked into her with fervour. She was a moaning, soaking mess between them.

She was absolutely on cloud nine. Both holes spasming around them. She cried out loud when she finally caved to the delicious friction of them and came hard, tightening impossibly so around them both.

It had been the most intense orgasm she’d ever felt but neither man slowed their pace which only drove her further into a frenzy. She was spasming so intensely around both of them that Ominis fell apart next, cum flooding her tightness as she came once again around him.

Sebastian wasn’t far behind, grinding out his pleasure as long as he could before he finally groaned with release, hips stuttering against her round ass as he collapsed over his girlfriend, still mounted on his spent best friend. “Oh, fuck…”

She laid across Ominis chest, hair in her face and tits pressed against his pale chest as Sebastian finally sat up and gently slid out of her perfect body with a sigh, toppling over to one side of the bed and reaching for his wand to clean up.

Ominis wiggled to the side and gently rolled her off to lay between him and Seb. She whimpered when he slid out but made no other protests. Ominis kissed her temple gently and pushed her hair out of her face with care.

She let a sweet smile across her lips as Sebastian leaned up on his elbow on her other side with a blissed out smile. “Damn, you guys are hot. Was it as good as you thought it would be, love?”

She turned to look at Seb and smiled, giving a small nod. He could tell by the glow of her cheeks that she had thoroughly enjoyed the experience. He gave a wolfish grin, leaning in close to her ear. “What if we convinced Ominis to make this a more…permanent arrangement?”

Her eyes widened and so did Ominis’ from her other side. Seb smiled at the reaction from them both as he leaned back and took in the moment of himself, his beautiful girlfriend and his beautiful best friend together in bed. “Yea. I think this is something I could get used to.”

Kinktober Prompt List

[latoyalestrange]

stay

seb. sallow x f!reader

“you know that i hate this place, but if you wanna stay, i do too

we’ll let the night turn to day, but i’m down either way

cause i’m so down for you”

summary: how could you possibly help attending a party celebrating your incredible win in quidditch? sebastian isn’t one for parties, but he can’t seem to leave you…

words: 1.3k

warnings: fluff, pining, aged up seb and mc, jealousy, suggestiveness, not edited

sebastian didn’t know what it felt like for someone to be proud of him. all his uncle solomon told him was how disappointed he was in him and how foolish he was. he did know, however, what it felt like to be proud of someone else. that was the best way to describe how he felt about you. prideful.

having you on his arm made him puff out his chest and hold his head a bit higher. the brilliant, stunning new witch that single handedly saved hogwarts, and, most importantly…the only person in this world that had ever truly understood him.

so who could blame him for physically being unable to say no to you? seeing you beg…did things to him. the way you drawled out his name in a melodic voice send bumps across his skin.

“sebastiaaan…please? for me?”

god...what was a man to do?

"sure, just for a few minutes, okay?" your sounds of excitement forced the corners of his mouth to turn upward brightly at you.

"this is gonna be so fun!" for a moment, perhaps you had him convinced. seeing you this elated was making his heart flutter in his chest and he suddenly would do anything to keep you happy.

"can't believe you got him to say yes," ominis commented shortly as he watched you practically drag him towards the slytherin common room.

"we won tonight, how can we not celebrate?" you asked innocently, halting in front of the blonde-haired boy.

"you mean you won," ominis corrected her. the slytherin's couldn't deny it, you had taken well in your role as a beater, practically wiping the competition in that night's game.

"someone has to be the humble slytherin," you joked back.

"speaking of humble," garret appeared next to the trio that was still stalling outside of the party, snaking through them to enter the door. sebastian instantly tensed up. "how about a toast to the mvp of the night!" you peered over the stone railing to see a sea of students cheering for garreth's words. you scanned the crowd to see enchanted instruments in one corner, an established table for drinks.

you smiled as you gazed down at them, feeling bashful. sebastian sighed behind you.

"lets go!" you instantly started down the stairs, careful to weave in between your classmates and leaving sebastian in your dust. he watched you find your way to the middle of the room, running into poppy and amit, who were nursing drinks of their own, casually swaying to the music and socializing. a few paces to the right, a couple had claimed one of the couches, ravaging each other as if no one were around.

at first, it displeased him. then, reminding himself of why he was still there, he thought of what it would feel like to mark you like that in front of everyone. nevermind. i can't be here.

"y/n! wait!" you could hardly hear him over the music and loud drone of conversations going on around you. sebastian was less careful trying to chase after you, bumping into a few people along the way. it took him a while, but when he caught up to you, garreth had found you in the crowd again, and this time he was holding a vial of what he instantly recognized as fire whiskey. sebastian pushed forward to meet your side just as you had accepted the vial. his arm instinctively clung to your waist.

"hey, i'm leaving. i prefer sleep over drunk people--" as if a switch had gone off, your face fell into disappointment.

"already? don't you want to have a drink? maybe we can dance!" your giddiness made it impossible. you were looking forward to touching him. once again your pleas cast a spell on him, and he was unable to deny you of everything you wanted.

"yeah, i can stay a while, i guess. i-if you want me to stay, i'll stay." stay smooth, sallow. you giggled, followed by a shy hiccup. he couldn't help but chuckle along with you. he found his eyes lingering on yours for a little too long. you didn't avert your gaze or your smile, despite it.

"I would really like it if you would stay, sebastian." the corner of her lip found itself in between her teeth in an inviting bite.

"it's settled then--"

"y/n! one, two, three!" garreth and a few of his friends gestured for you to take your elixir along with them. you quickly looked to sebastian, whose expression was blank. you thought of your victory, your reputation, your personal bucket list. you succumbed to peer pressure and downed the fiery liquid in one go. it felt like your entire throat was burning as your eyes squeezed shut to dull the disgust. a few people turned into almost the entire gathering as they erupted in excitement.

sebastian shook his head, his smile unfading. floating instruments coming into his view snapped his eyes away from you as they stayed to circle the room in the air. when he looked back down at you, two other quidditch captains were ushering a chair beneath you and hoisting you in the air. they jostled you to the beat. you regained eye contact with him to shrug.

sebastian had suspected he would regret his decision in staying, but he wasn't anticipating it to come this fast. it wasn't that he was angry that you were getting recognition for you efforts, not at all. it was the false, parasitic companionship that he hated. he saw right through people like garreth, imelda, and various others. they couldn't have cared less when they were teasing you as you were first arriving. but as soon as you had gained notoriety, they came flocking to you. he wanted to protect you from being used. more importantly, though, he wanted to protect you from being taken from him. that, he absolutely could not bare.

tonight, though, he would push aside his feelings. you deserved to be celebrated to the nth degree. watching you be carried away, glanced around for his second favorite person. he spotted the slytherin boy leaning on the wall near the grand windows. sebastian made his way through the crowd to finally join him.

"she has you wrapped around her finger, sebastian," he teased, earning an annoyed scoff from his friend.

"impossible," he argued, still eyeing you from a distance. he saw as they clumsily set you down. you eventually made it to the floor in one piece and he could no longer see you in the masses.

"you'd think she'd casted imperio on you. i've never seen you so--"

"okay, alright, fine..." sebatian stammered. "i'm pretty sure we're made for each other or something but that does not mean i'm wrapped around her finger."

"if that comforts you, so be it." sebastian rolled his eyes and tried searching the common room for you again. the music coincidentally changed to a more romantic, sultry tune. his eyes, almost as if they knew, finally fell on you. you swayed to the beat alone, eyes only on him. almost as if you were luring him out to sea, he was pulled to you, quickly meeting you half-way through the people.

"dance with me." your voice almost echoed around him, ghosting his ears like an enchantment. he nodded slowly, absentmindedly, but fully aware of his decision. he had been waiting. this was exactly what he was holding out for. his palm raised to flatten against yours, fingers intertwining slowly, as if he were savoring it. sliftly, he pulled you in with his other hand by your waist, closing the gap between you. twirling around, he showed you off, ensuring everyone knew you were there with him.

sebastian changed his mind as quickly as he had made it up. it was the perfect night, and a moment worth waiting for.

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「 ✦ Ominis Gaunt ✦ 」

「 ✦ Sebastian Sallow ✦ 」

But also have a bit of:

[ Poppy Sweeting ] [ Garreth Weasley ]

[ Natsai Onai ] [ Leander Prewett ]

[ Imelda Reyes ] [ Sebinis ]

curious vfx: focus potion, lumos, draft revelio

🌈 series: Seb, Omi, Natty, Leander, Amit, Imelda

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Sebastian and/or Ominis

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Crossovers: HL x BG3, x Friends with Ominis

🔳 Oneshots:

ROOTED – Sebastian Sallow & GN!Reader & Ominis Gaunt

Summary: You died. Here is what happens after a short while.

tags and warnings: no smut, no obvious romance, however - established relationship, unreliable narrator, haunting atmosphere, mystery, dark magic, death and resurrection, identity loss and confusion, obsession, (a bit of) predatory instincts, survival instincts, blood, symbolism

🔲 Post canon SFW stories about my MC and other canon and original characters, covering 6th and 7th years at Hogwarts. Adventures, magic theories, first love (f!MCxOminis). You don't need to read them in this order, so I don't give them numbers. But the chronology is as follows:

Darkness Comes At Dawn aka DCAD - completed - AO3, Wattpad - 46k words

Some other tags: Hurt/Comfort, Drama, Flirting, Post-Canon, Self-Discovery, Self-Doubt, Falling In Love, Friendship, Secret Crush, Friendship/Love, Friends to Lovers, Slow Build, Sebastian and Anne are not at school Summary: As she begins a new year at Hogwarts, after an utterly awful summer thanks to the Ministry, Alyn discovers something beyond solace in the supportive yet cautious Ominis, feeling a building affection. Or does her anxiety make her imagine things? At the same time, some disturbing rumours and Sebastian's sudden appearance after months of missing pull three of them (and many others) into dealing with an alarmingly unique form of ancient magic.

Shades Of Siver Lining - WIP, ao3, wattpad my estimate is 11 chapters, ~35k words

I cover and explain all important points from DCAD so you don't have to read it before this one.

Other tags: Adventure & Romance, Slow Romance, Teen Romance, Teen Angst, Eventual Fluff, Protective Ominis Gaunt, Good Friend Sebastian Sallow, Mental Health Issues, traumatized teens, Hogwarts Sixth Year, Room of Requirement (Harry Potter), Legends and Myths, Ancient Magic (Hogwarts Legacy), First weeks dating, Gaunt Family - Freeform, Sebastian and Anne are not at school

Summary: Amberlyn just wants life to feel normal for once. But at sixteen, wielding Ancient Magic she struggles to control, constantly needing to prove she isn’t a danger to magical society, and navigating her first-crush-turned-secret-relationship, normality is rather hard to come by.

Ominis Gaunt is determined to make it through his remaining years at Hogwarts, the only path to freeing himself from the dark shadow of his family’s legacy—a legacy that relentlessly haunts him and that now threatens those he holds dear.

Meanwhile, the Auror, investigating a case involving that mysterious and extremely dangerous girl, decides that keeping her friend, Sebastian Sallow—who's already missed half a year of school—close at hand might be more useful than anyone expects.

Wide Awake (working title) - WIP, drafts stage

My take on why MC would be mentioned in all archives as "Unknown student 1890". Some events during MC's seventh year, the year Hogwarts was suddenly on the brink of closure.

[shadowtriovibes]

where there's smoke, there's firewhiskey

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC x Garreth Weasley

Word Count: 2.1k

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: aged-up characters, established relationship seb x mc, underage drinking (by today's standards), recreational drug use, shotgunning, references to threesomes

Summary: request: "imagine a modern au, where parties are more like our idea of them and not, y'know, victorian england. And getting high, drunk, or both, at a party and running into literally any one of the boys and just acting like horny college kids. Seb fits this idea best in my head but kinda sorta lowkey I could see Garreth being a stoner LMAO." (predictably, i decided that three heads are better than two)

"What are we doing?" you whisper. "Having fun," Sebastian answers cheekily. "It's a party, we're allowed to have a little fun." "Doesn't have to be serious," Garreth chimes in, still pressing wet kisses to your neck. "In fact, it's usually better if it's not."

On nights like tonight, you’re quite proud to be a Hufflepuff.

You may have only been at Hogwarts for less than two years, but it didn’t take long to learn that all too often, your house is the least loved. Ravenclaws have their intelligence, Gryffindors their bravery, and even Slytherins their cunning, but what have you Hufflepuffs got?

Well, tonight what you’ve got is the honor of hosting the best party you’ve ever been to.

As soon as dinner had ended, your cozy, comforting common room had been completely transformed into a raucous den of teenage misbehavior from one last blowout party before your N.E.W.T.s exams start next week. For hours your classmates have taken turns sneaking sixth- and seventh-years from other houses in small groups down past the kitchens and through Hufflepuff’s massive barrel entrance until it felt like just about all your classmates were here.

There’s Muggle music blaring on someone’s contraband stereo across the room and some N.E.W.T.s-level Potions students are delightedly combining wizarding spirits with Muggle mixers and passing them out to members of a very thirsty crowd — in the pursuit of knowledge, of course.

Predictably, you’re already in Sebastian’s lap. All night he’s been unabashedly charming you into taking sips of Firewhiskey from his own bottle, wary of whatever has been bubbling away in Sacharissa’s cauldron.

Your boyfriend has turned you into a big fan of Firewhiskey. Every time you take a sip of the cinnamon-spiced spirit, you feel its warmth spread from the very top of your head down to the tips of your toes and everywhere in between. It’s sweet, slightly spicy and way too easy to drink whenever Sebastian offers you the bottle by its neck.

Now you’re tipsy and warm and perfectly content to sit with him in an armchair by a tucked-away fireplace on the far end of the room.

Plus, he looks so bloody fit in the varsity Quidditch jacket that Imelda had gifted members of the team at the end of the season that you can barely stand to take your hands off his broad chest.

Between your murmured conversations and occasional aimless kisses, Sebastian teasingly announces, “Looks like your friend’s just arrived.”

“Who, Natty?” you ask hopefully.

“Garreth,” he says instead, and you’re immediately suspicious of the way he’s smirking at you.

“What’s that look for?” you ask him.

He pointedly ignores your question and instead waves Garreth over. Across the room, he’s just climbed into the common room with a group of other Gryffindors, looking artfully disheveled as always.

He perks up when he notices you and quickly weaves his way over to the sitting area you and Sebastian had claimed. Your boyfriend disappointedly lets you climb off his lap so you can greet Garreth and give him a hug.

“Want to sit with us?” you offer. “Sebastian’s got some whiskey if you’d like some.”

“I’m alright, thanks,” he says kindly, taking a seat on the couch across from Sebastian. “But I’ll join you anyway.”

You wouldn’t dream of telling Sebastian, but over the years you’ve always maintained a slight crush on Garreth. You love Seb, you’re mad about him and you hope you’ll be together well after your tenure at Hogwarts ends, but still… That harmless crush persists, and it makes your heart race a little whenever Garreth smiles at you across his potions station or compliments your spellwork in Charms.

It doesn’t help that he’s generally a massive flirt.

“Are you sure you don’t want a drink?” you offer after chatting with him for a while. “Everyone’s been getting boozed-up for hours.”

“I’m not much of a drinker,” Garreth admits. “But I’ve got my own stuff.”

Reaching into the pockets of his trousers, Garreth pulls out a small wooden box and flips open the lid. From inside he pulls out a small, thin strip of parchment and a small bag of what looks to be ground-up leaves.

“What have you got?” you ask curiously.

“Mallowsweet,” he replies, and sure enough, when he opens up the bag and tips some of its contents into his hand, you catch the magical herb’s familiar honey-like scent.

“Why?” you ask, and Garreth raises an eyebrow at you.

“You can smoke it,” Garreth explains as if it’s obvious. “It’ll loosen up your inhibitions just like alcohol. Have you never had Mallowsweet like this before?”

“No,” you admit. “I’ve really only used it for completing Merlin Trials, and Professor Garlick is surprisingly strict about how much she lets me grow.”

“It’s not her fault, the Ministry’s been trying to make it a controlled substance for years now,” Garreth explains. “She can’t let students have too much, but if you buy some off Timothy down at the Magic Neep, he’ll give you as much as you want.”

“And then you just dry it out to smoke it?” you ask, peering at the small, dried-out pieces of leaves in the palm of his hand.

“Yeah, that’s easy enough to do myself,” Garreth laughs. “All you need is a quick-drying charm and then it’s ready to smoke.”

You watch as he takes the small piece of parchment and tips the dried Mallowsweet onto it, and then he places the paper on the low table in front of you and carefully rolls it into a thin, cigarette-shaped joint. Finally, he seals it by licking along the exposed edge and pressing it closed.

“Got a light for me?” he jokes, placing one end in his mouth.

You roll your eyes fondly and gently tap the tip of your wand against the end of the joint. With a quick spark, a small flame jumps to life and the joint lets out a thin tendril of smoke.

Garreth takes a long drag and as he exhales, he murmurs, “Thanks, love.”

The pet name makes you blush, and you hope it’s not visible in the low lighting of the party.

“You want to try some?” he offers. “I think you’d like it.”

“What’s it feel like?” you ask curiously.

Garreth pauses for a beat to consider before he tells you, “For me, it’s really calming. It kind of… turns my senses down, if that makes sense. Everything gets quieter, and less hurried.”

“That sounds really nice,” you say softly. “But I haven’t ever smoked anything before.”

You watch Garreth’s gaze drift down to your mouth, lingering a little longer than he’d usually be able to get away with. “Maybe I can help you.”

“You should shotgun her,” Sebastian suggests, and you startle, guiltily remembering that he’s still seated a few feet away in that armchair, watching the two of you with a keen look on his face.

“Yeah?” Garreth asks. “That’s alright?”

“It’s a party,” Sebastian says with a shrug. “I’m alright with it if she is.”

“What’s that mean, ‘shotgun?’” you ask skeptically. “Like how Everett chugs Butterbeers from the side of the can?”

“Not that kind,” Garreth laughs. “It’s more like… I’ll take a hit, and then when I breathe out, you’ll breathe in.”

You frown, confused. Garreth just smirks and offers, “It’s really easier to just do it than explain.”

“Sure, yeah,” you agree. “Go on then.”

Garreth lifts the joint to his lips again and takes another slow drag, holding his breath at the top while he sets the lit joint down in an ashtray on the table. Then he gently grips your chin with one hand and pulls you in like he’s going to kiss you, but before he does, he taps on your bottom lip with one long finger so you’ll open your mouth.

His lips just barely brush against yours while he carefully exhales smoke into your mouth, and thankfully your soft gasp breaks your trance and forces you to inhale that same smoke. It tastes slightly sweet on your tongue, as the name suggests, but pleasantly herbal as well.

“Hold onto it for a moment,” Garreth murmurs, his lips still touching yours. “Then breathe out.”

You count to five in your head and exhale. The smoke dissipates in front of you, and as soon as it clears, you’re staring right into Garreth’s warm brown eyes.

“Sebastian,” he says, his gaze still fixed on you. “You’re not going to curse me for this, are you?”

“Go on, Weasley,” Sebastian drawls. “She wants you to.”

You want to offer an excuse, an apology, anything in response to Sebastian’s obviously correct assumption. Instead, you just lean into Garreth a bit closer and suddenly he’s kissing you, one hand still cradling your jaw.

He’s an excellent kisser, you think. You’ve only got Sebastian to compare him to, and he’s brilliant at it by your standards, but kissing someone new is so thrilling. Especially when it’s Garreth, who’s not only charismatic and glaringly fit but always so sweet and gentle with you.

Your eyes drift shut as Garreth kisses you deeper. He presses his tongue alongside yours and you taste more Mallowsweet, with a little bit of pumpkin juice.

While you can’t see him, you hear Sebastian stand up from the armchair and take a seat next to you on the couch, his larger form blocking you in and shielding you and Garreth from anyone who might glance your way from the common room.

He rests a hand dangerously high up on your thigh and leans in close to your ear to murmur, “You’re an awful liar when you have a crush, d’you know that?”

You whimper softly and Garreth swallows the sound.

“Don’t worry yourself, love,” Sebastian laughs quietly. “I’m better at sharing than you give me credit for.”

Garreth starts to kiss his way down your chin to your jaw and you tip your head back a little. Sebastian’s right there to drag his hand through your hair to coax you into leaning back even more. You moan softly when you feel the redhead suck a small bruise into your skin.

“What are we doing?” you whisper.

“Having fun,” Sebastian answers cheekily. “It’s a party, we’re allowed to have a little fun.”

“Doesn’t have to be serious,” Garreth chimes in, still pressing wet kisses to your neck. “In fact, it’s usually better if it’s not.”

You scoff and tell him, “That is officially the most Garreth thing I’ve heard you say all evening.”

While you and Sebastian are hopeless fools for each other and have been for ages, Garreth’s reputation is that of a perennial bachelor. He goes on lovely dates, and if the rumor mill is to be believed, he’s an excellent shag. But he genuinely appreciates being single for now, especially so close to graduation.

“W-well, um…” you stutter. “How much fun are we talking about?”

“How much do you want?” Sebastian asks, his hand on your thigh sliding higher underneath the hem of your skirt.

“We haven’t ever – y’know,” you hiss. “With someone.”

Garreth sits back and grins cheekily at you. “I have.”

“That’s not surprising, Weasley, you’re kind of a slag,” Sebastian smirks. “Who was it then?”

“Bit personal, don’t you think, Sallow?” he responds.

“You’ve just had your tongue in my girlfriend’s mouth, I think we’re well past any sort of modesty,” Sebastian counters, and you could not possibly be any redder, you think.

Garreth leans over to the table and lifts his joint to his slightly-swollen lips to take one last long pull before answering.

“Fine, it was Adelaide and Nerida,” he admits ruefully. “Bit of a package deal, those two.”

“You’re foul,” you laugh, but then Garreth slides his hand up your other thigh and suddenly you’ve got two of the most handsome boys in school boxing you in, each with a hand up your skirt. Any thoughts you’d spared for Hogwarts gossip go straight out the window.

“We should, um… Maybe we should go somewhere more private,” you suggest, still keenly aware of the party going on just feet away.

“Everyone’s down here for the party,” Sebastian suggests. “The dorms upstairs have got to be pretty empty right now, wouldn’t you think?”

“Can confirm,” Garreth agrees.

Reluctantly, both boys let you go and you smooth your skirt back down, standing up with wobbly legs. You hadn’t realized before, but the Mallowsweet has firmly taken effect on your system.

“Feeling alright?” Sebastian asks.

“Yes, I… I feel quite good, actually,” you murmur. “Really good.”

“She’s crossed,” Garreth laughs, affection clear in his voice. “Mallowsweet and Firewhiskey, now there’s a dangerous combination.”

“I feel warm,” you tell them. “All over, just warm and relaxed and…”

When you trail off, Sebastian asks knowingly, “Has it got you feeling a bit hot under the collar, love?”

“Yes,” you whine. “Really hot.”

“Sounds like you could use our help to cool you off,” Sebastian suggests. “Shall we?”

“After you, mate,” Garreth laughs.

As Garreth trails the two of you up the stairs to your dorm, you hear Sebastian mumble, “You’re bloody well right, after me.”

[legacyshenanigans]

Sebastian and Ominis getting home drunk

Sebastian: *Bursts through the door*

MC: (?!)

Sebastian: *puts his hand on his heart* There she isssssssss!~ *big dumb smile*

Ominis: *giggling like a fool feeling his way into the house on the floor*

MC: .....

Sebastian: *turns and sees Ominis on the floor* OOP, lemme just- *giggling while helping Ominis up*

Ominis: ThAnK yOu Sebassstiannn~

MC: How much have you two idiots had to drink?

Sebastian: Pahahahahaha.

Ominis: *slurring his words* a couple of pumpkin juices perhaps..I...I can't remember...Whos house is this?

Sebastian: Pfffft...*putting his arm around Ominis's shoulder chuckling* Ours you fool..

Ominis: *big smile* Oh! *laughs*

MC: ....

Sebastian: *looks over at MC and tries to give her a sexy face, but is kinda failing due to being so drunk* Come over 'ere..Light of my life...

Ominis: Yeeeeah *hic* come hereeeee~ My little lemon sherbert~

MC: *giggling* You two need to go to bed..

Sebastian: Beds for the weak, I wanna PARTYYYYY.

Ominis: me too WOOOOO *Spins around and falls on the floor again*

Sebastian: *drunkly chuckling as he also gets down onto the floor and just lays there next to Ominis, both of them laughing*

Ominis: Sebastian, We need to stand up..I think...I dont know at this point.

Sebastian: Ominis..Pal...You know I love ya right?

Ominis: Ohhhh stoOooOop, I'll cry.

Sebastian: *starts drunk crying* I do though..I love ya.

Ominis: *starts drunk weeping* I love you too Sebs.

MC: Oh for God sake..

~

[fierymiasma]

୨☆ Upcoming Works ☆୧

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🐍And You Look Fetching in Yellow | Part Two of "You Look Better In Green" | Sebastian x f!MC

Summary: It's been a few weeks since Sebastian had gifted her his scarf. And yet, to her frustration, nothing even remotely romantic has happened between the two of them.

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

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

♪ Tags: Fluff, Misunderstanding, Happy Ending, Love Confessions, Teen Rom-Com, Flirting, Making Out

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

It smelled like her. 

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

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

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

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

🐍Slight Variation of "Between" | Ominis x f!MC x Sebastian

Summary: Ominis tries to be happy for Sebastian and their new friend. Really he's happy that his two favorite people have starting seeing each other.

...It's too bad that he wasn't included.

In which Sebastian and f!MC try repeatedly to ask Ominis out, too bad he's too stubborn to see it.

The three of them tumbled over each other into the broom closet.  Legs tripped on buckets as arms caught themselves on flimsy mops.  Ominis could feel someone's body pressed hard against his.  He flushed, entirely embarrassed to be caught in this situation.

Someone groaned in his ear.  He was glad for the darkness of the broom closet, so that no one could see the hair on his neck raise in attention.

"Well, that's one way of getting his attention."  Sebastian mused.

"Oh, stop it." she huffed, squirming on top of Ominis.  "You thought making out in front of him was a good plan.  Look where that landed us."  Her right sleeve was wet, dripping with…something mysterious.

Someone 's knee pressed against Ominis's ribs.  "Hmm, I don’t know."  There was mischief in Sebastian's tone.  "This would be the perfect time to play Seven Minutes in Bliss.  Who knows what a trio of teenagers could get themselves into."

Ominis had enough.  He was not going to be anywhere close to them when the other two inevitably starting to claw at each other's clothes, leaving him as the awkward bystander.

🐍Something's Gotta Give | Sebastian x f!MC

Request: Are you still taking request? If you do, can i request angsty to fluff sebastian and f reader (optional) being off from each other after solomon died. He was rumored to be dating other students and both mc and seb try to make each other jealous.

♪ Tags: Jealousy, Dark!Sebastian, Possessiveness, Obsession, Angry kissing, Rough and dom!Sebastian

🐍Sleepless in Hogwarts | Sebastian x f!MC

Summary: The Hero of Hogwarts gets way more drunk than usual at the Slytherin House. Like a decent, loving, chilavious man, Sebastian tries to get her needy, difficult ass back to her dorm.

She's lucky she's too sweet for him to be grumpy about it.

"Sebastian, are you able to escort her back home?"  Natty asked.  "I would do it myself but the Gryffindor tower is the complete opposite end of the castle and-"

"And no one can sneak around at night like Sebastian Sallow."  Sebastian finished for her.  "Of course, I'll make sure she gets tucked into bed."

Natty hovered, a bit nervous.  "She's ah, how you say, not very sober right now."  She hiccuped a bit before giggling madly. "Well, all I can say is, good luck!  She is quite the handful."

Before Sebastian could ask Natty what exactly she meant by that, a very loud presence announced herself. 

"Sebastian!"  The Hufflepuff in question shouted, throwing her hands in the air.  She pushed quite roughly through the crowd, heading straight for the Slytherin in question.  "Sebastian!  Good evening!"

"It is a good evening."  Sebastian agreed, wondering exactly how drunk she was.  "Now, I believe it is my duty to escort a certain someone to their bed."

She deflated like a Shrivelfig. "Oh…okay, see you later then."

It turns out she was very inebriated.  "It's you.  You're the someone I'm escorting to your bed."

"Oh!"  She smiled using all her teeth, then quickly hide them behind her hands giggling madly.  "Why didn't you just say so, silly?  This will be great!"  She shouted over the music.  "It'll just be like our very first night together!"

Several heads turned to look at the pair of them.  Sebastian could hear voices whispering behind them.  The back of his neck turned red.

🐍NSFW Jealous!Ominis | Sebastian x f!MC

Request: Hiii would you be interested in a jealous nsfw ominis reader fic

♪ Tags: Jealousy, Rough, Dom!Ominis, PiV sex, Sub!MC, NSFW, oral sex, Fingering, sexual tension

[weirdraccoon]

After their first night together.

It wasn't planned, it wasn't on the to-do list even, and they didn't even know they were attracted to each other.

Sebastian was finally letting go of Anne, not accepting her inevitable death but not fighting a losing battle anymore. Ominis was simply going through life, knowing that his family could probably have him killed if he didn't die first. MC still had suicidal tendencies that she had only begun to accept maybe were not as normal as she once thought.

They were celebrating MC's 17th birthday in their sixth year. She was the last one of them to come off age. They had been unofficially dating for about a month, too.

They were drinking to feel even better, or maybe, they were drinking to feel better. Only they knew, and only they could stop.

Too bad they never did learn when to stop.

MC *drunk off her ass and dancing to imaginary music*

Sebastian *staring at her, almost drooling*

Ominis *humming to some other imaginary music, turning to MC when she bumped into him with a laugh*: Are you enjoying yourself, darling?

MC: Sure am *kisses Ominis*

Sebastian *dumbfounded*: Merlin you're both beautiful.

Ominis *laughing*: Come here, you. That's enough drinking for today I think.

Sebastian *cuddling to them*: I won't be drunk tomorrow, but you'll still be beautiful.

MC *giggling*: You're not so bad yourself, Seb.

[blueraineshadows]

i’m like 99% positive this won’t happen but i kinda want lulu and mc to get drunk together and talk about how shitty seb is😭 i mean i love him but he’s been so bad to both of them lol

Ooo that's an intriguing scenario! He really has been a cad, he definitely has red flags, and this is something I wrote deliberately for him. He is a troubled young man, and one doesn't make good choices in that kind of situation. He is also a Slytherin, and remains focused on his end game.

MC is also a troubled young character, and she isn't likely to make sensible, good choices either. This isn't a fairy tale by any means.

Thanks for popping in. I shall make a note of your suggestion, and if the vibe fits at any point whilst writing Blood Bound, I shall see what I can come up with.

Raine 💜

[choccy-milky]

part 2 to my modern AU📘📗💕 (part 1)

[jazlynriddle]

Welcome to your life - Pt 2:

Acting On Your Best Behaviour Ch 26:

Summary:

They'd seen it in their fellow orphans often enough to recognise the pattern and were now forced to admit, despite their hopes to the contrary, that Isidora had likely suffered similar side effects.

No… they'd always known she had. The Keeper had just wanted the power that Ranrok had, enough to convince themselves that they would be able to handle it better than that naive woman.

With the start of the Keeper’s sixth-year in Hogwarts, comes a whole slew of headache-inducing challenges from the most unexpected of places. Between insignificant pests throwing wrenches into their plans and tedious teenage drama, that the Keeper is entirely unprepared for, they wonder if they'll make it to their NEWTs without losing their sanity.

Or worse, Ominis or Sebastian.

Warnings: Sebastian x MC x Ominis! Drug Addiction! Spoilers! Slow-burn corruption! Dark content! Fucked up 1800s orphanages! MC has no love for Anne or Solomon! Dubious happy ending (it's happy for MC, Seb and Ominis at least).

You can also read on AO3! (chapter specific warnings below)

Notes:

Warnings: Torture, blood, violence, you know the jam by now x)

Here's a thing to standardise off the bat, in Britain, the ground floor is called ‘ground floor’ and the floor above that is called ‘first floor’. So, the buildings look like this:

Third Floor Second Floor First Floor Ground Floor Basement One Basement Two Basement Three

I've drawn some floor plans for the Basement floors, hopefully they're not difficult to understand x'D

You can also view the artwork in HD for free on my Patreon page!

"Hey, did you hear?”

“What?”

“Apparently the professors are looking for Macnair and Selwyn, I heard Black talking about it with Sharp yesterday.”

“What'd those moonminds do this time?”

“Oh, are you two talking about Selwyn and Macnair? I heard they ran away, haven't shown up to classes all week.”

“Huh, maybe their parents finally had enough of them and offed them to protect the family name. Imagine losing to a mudblood.”

“What, you think you could beat the Hogwarts Salamander?”

“And why would I have to? Like Black always says, the wise rabbit doesn't seek to outrun the tortoise, because it's not necessary. Those two losers simply proved that they don't deserve their pureblood name.”

“Heh, could be. I heard from Malfoy, that he heard from his parents, that Macnair's parents were going to disown him last weekend, but he didn't show up.”

“Guess there isn't much point in taking their NEWTs when they've practically ruined their future in Wizarding Britain.”

“Doubt those daft tossers would've passed anyway.”

“I bet they eloped with their girlfriends, Nott told me that Macnair and Selwyn were dating some half-blood skanks, despite having marriage contracts.”

“Ugh, scumbags.”

“No, I heard they got dumped and committed suicide.”

“Ooh, that's possible, I heard the elves found alcohol in the teacups the night that they disappeared, maybe they got drunk and jumped off the Astronomy Tower.”

“Well, I heard..."

Ominis sipped from his teacup leisurely, taking the chance to listen in on the gossip and chatter as he waited in the Slytherin common room for his lovers to join him. It was amusing how often people seemed to forget that he was only blind, not deaf. Not that he minded very much, it gave him ample opportunity to eavesdrop in plain sight. He'd probably pass on his findings to his lovers on the way to Dìon.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, Ominis.” The Keeper's pleasant voice called out to him, and he carefully set down his cup, hearing the distinct footsteps of both his lovers approaching.

“It's alright, got what you needed?” Ominis asked curiously, wondering what Sebastian and the Keeper had needed to get before their visit to Dìon.

“Yup, some toys, potions, and a change of clothes, in case we dirty ours.” Ominis could hear the sharp grin in Sebastian's voice and felt a pinch of trepidation.

“Oh, that's... I see.” Ominis bit his lip, a tight knot of uncertainty in his stomach.

He couldn’t decide whether he was looking forward to confronting the boys who'd tormented them all year, or not. A part of him was eager for the two fools to taste justice, for them to experience the same pain and suffering that Ominis and his lovers had endured, while the other just wanted to forget that the boys even existed.

These were people he knew and there was something more unsettling about the idea of condemning people that he knew, to a drawn out and painful death, than some faceless villains from the Keeper’s past.

“Well, let's get going then.” The Keeper chuckled darkly, the eagerness in their voice leaving no doubt that Ominis was the only one with these concerns, like in the Scriptorium.

Regardless of his misgivings however, like that time before, the deed had been done. The fools had fallen into the Keeper's trap and Ominis had neither the right nor the inclination to plead for mercy on behalf of the two purists.

“...yes, let's go.” Ominis nodded, standing, and following his lovers towards the stairs.

He wasn't sure what to expect from the confrontation today, but whatever may come, he knew he had to be by both their sides.

“Good, if you and Tibsy can finish laying the foundations by the end of next month, we can start development of the castle building during the holidays.” The Keeper nodded approvingly as Tynx finished his progress report, following a step behind them as they descended the spiral staircase leading from the first basement floor to the third basement floor.

While Sebastian and Ominis trailed behind them at a slight distance. The sound of their footsteps echoed, bouncing off the thick brick walls lining the stairwell, only serving to further the Keeper's anticipation.

With the completion of the underground’s core structures, the place was finally starting to actually feel like a liveable facility, with metal lamps nailed firmly to the brown walls at regular intervals to keep the hallways lit and ventilation shafts stretching across the ceiling.

The Keeper was quite satisfied with how neat all three of the basement floors had turned out. The first and highest basement floor currently held the elves’ Living Quarters, as well as a few rooms that were still, as of yet, unassigned for any particular purpose.

With their smaller size in consideration, the elves’ Quarters comprised two floors within one room of regular human height, with the upper floor holding their beds. Thus, making more efficient use of the empty overhead space, as well as allowing the house elves cabinets and other furniture at a more comfortable height.

On the second basement floor, was a hall that was about the size of the Death Day Party Room in Hogwarts, which was planned to house the Repository when development was completed, and when their security systems were fully prepared to conceal and protect their immense wealth of power.

There were also several other rooms, two that would eventually become the Keeper's and Sebastian’s study respectively, another that would be a Potions Laboratory, and finally a large room that would become their own Restricted Section, a final resting place for any acquired books, artefacts, and relics of questionable nature. While the castle above ground would feature a library on the first floor where they would place more socially acceptable reading materials.

The third and lowest basement floor was the Dungeons, dedicated entirely to prison cells and containing a total of thirty available cells for test subjects. In all honesty, the Keeper wasn't sure they'd even need that many, but it never hurt to be prepared. Each three by four meter cell would be furnished with a single metal framed bed, bolted to the floor, as well as a toilet, sink, and a metal bar with shackles on the wall to chain subjects in a standing position.

Only two of those cells were currently furnished and already holding two occupants.

“And our guests?” The Keeper continued as they finally left the long stairwell.

While it would be a mild annoyance until they were old enough to apparate, they'd designed the second and third basement floors without a connecting staircase. For the purposes of preventing any potential escapees from easily accessing the Repository in the event of a breach. The only way to access those two floors was through two separate stairwells from the first basement floor, with the stairs from the first basement to the third basement being a long spiral stairwell, to make a hasty escape more difficult.

“Noisy, they've been complaining about the food and demanding to be released.” Tynx replied, a rare hint of irritation in his tone, drawing a snort from the Keeper and a laugh from Sebastian, while Ominis just smiled wryly. Until Tynx added, after a moment of hesitation. “The black haired one threw a tray at Tibsy yesterday as well.”

The Keeper's eyes narrowed. “Was she hurt?”

Tynx shook his head. “She was startled, but apparated out quickly enough to escape injury.”

“I see, that is good. Don't worry, Tynx, they won't be capable of much after we leave.” There was a cold steel in the Keeper's voice, as they turned left, making their way to the head of the U-shaped corridor snaking through the Dungeon.

As they rounded the wall, that was positioned just before the two occupied cells, it became clear that the sound of their shoes tapping against stone had notified the two idiots that someone was near.

“Hey! Is someone there!? Let us out!”

“Help! We're trapped in here!”

The Keeper grinned viciously as they stepped into the light, coming to a stop in front of the first two cells. Pleased to see the two bullies’ faces contort in outrage and their fists tighten around the bars of their cell doors.

“You! So, it was you who locked us in here!” Macnair spat, shaking the bars in his grip, or at least trying to. “How dare you, let us out you filthy mudblood! You can't hold us in here like this!”

“That's right! You won't get away with this!” Selwyn echoed indignantly.

“Bold words coming from two rats in a cage.” Sebastian drawled cockily from behind the Keeper.

“Exactly what power do either of you think you have in this situation?” Ominis gave a derisive sneer, his haughty pureblood facade slipping on so smoothly that you'd think he carried himself like that all the time.

The Keeper glanced at him, delighted to witness the rare sight surfacing in this situation, since it meant that Ominis was participating, at least to a certain extent, and Sebastian's wide grin reflected a similar sentiment. They had expected Ominis to remain silent and passive during this confrontation, so this was a pleasant surprise.

“We- our families will be searching for us!” Macnair shouted defiantly, though the traces of panic in his eyes lent less credence to his declaration.

The Keeper jeered. “Well, they can look all they like, they will never find this place.”

“Nobody knows where either of you went.” Sebastian sang mockingly.

“It's your own faults for following them with ill intentions.” Ominis glared contemptuously, his eyes narrow with a quiet anger.

“Into an unmonitored secret passage that led out of the castle.” The Keeper continued with a triumphant grin. “You left no traces to follow, and after a week, the authorities are already close to writing off the two of you as run-aways or suicides.”

With every word, fear finally began to burn itself into the two captives' countenances, along with an equally strong desperation and a layer of expected denial in their eyes.

“Nobody's coming to save you.” The Keeper purred, a taunting smile on their lips as they leaned forward, temptingly within range of the cell doors.

“You're lying!” Selwyn screamed, his arm shooting forward to swipe at them through the gaps in the bars of the cell door. Releasing a shout of frustration when the Keeper leaned back at the last second, out of reach once more, tears welled in his eyes as they darted about frantically, his distressed voice almost pleading. “Just die! Why can't you just die like you're supposed to!?”

“You're crazy! You can't possibly think that you can get away with this, if you let us go, we- we won't tell anyone!” Macnair's voice was shaky and his cajoling smile so plainly hollow.

Unlike Selwyn, he seemed to have come to understand their situation somewhat, the Keeper noted with some amusement, not that it made much difference. They laughed joyously, this was the first time that they’d had the security and time to taste and savour, at their own leisure, the delicacy that was revenge. The desperate despair on Macnair’s face filled their veins with euphoria and they knew immediately that they would never tire of its satisfaction.

“We'll have to decline that generous offer.” The Keeper flashed a cruel smirk. “The two of you are going to suffer for as long as you're useful, before dying alone in agony within my dungeons, abandoned and forgotten by the world.”

These words seemed enough to finally knock the truth into Selwyn’s thick skull, and his knees gave out under him, falling back on his arse. His breath shook, his eyes widened, and his pupils dilated, trembling in their sockets.

He pressed a hand to his face as his reality sank into his bones, words wheezing from his throat in a string of barely coherent babbling, his face pale and drawn. “Ah... ahhh... you're not just a mudblood, you're a demon... I should have taken that broken broom and finished the job-”

Selwyn's words had barely left his trembling lips when he was hulled up by his clothes and flung across the cell with incredible force. His back slammed into the metal frame of the bed with a loud wet crunch, blood spraying from his lips as his ribs shattered against the steel and stabbed into his lungs.

The Keeper and Sebastian turned to stare at Ominis in surprise, taken aback by the fury on his face as he cast again, yanking his wand back, pulling Selwyn forward, before swiping his wand to the side, and slamming Selwyn into the wall. The boy's left upper arm landed squarely on the bar nailed to the wall, for chaining the wrists of prisoners, the force of which immediately snapped his humerus right across the middle with a loud crack that echoed through the room.

Selwyn’s white dress shirt was painted red, screams choking, and bubbling past the blood in his throat, his eyes wide with shock and pain, but the blind boy still wasn’t done, his pale eyes burning with a cold and merciless anger.

“Descendo.” With yet another quiet cast under his breath, Ominis dragged Selwyn down along the wall with precision, letting the boy's left foot catch against the rod that was bolted lower on the wall, for chaining ankles. With his foot caught against the rod, the force of his descent bent his left knee at a ninety-degree angle to the side, releasing a hollow pop like that of a turkey's wishbone.

“If you even think about harming anything of mine ever again, you will wish you'd never been born.” Ominis hissed viciously, his breath heavy and his knuckles white from the force with which his fingers clutched the handle of his wand.

The Keeper immediately recognised the injuries that Selwyn now suffered. Clearly, they weren't the only one who'd desired revenge for that incident. Ah, Ominis’ poetic vengeance in their name was truly exquisite. The Keeper found themselves rendered speechless by his raw intensity, the unparalleled beauty in his bare and unbridled emotions, unveiled from under his countless layers of masks.

It felt almost as an honour, to witness such an unexpected display. Though the Keeper was slightly surprised to find that they weren't displeased at Ominis claiming them as one of his possessions, they supposed that it was fine for them to own each other.

“Wow..." Sebastian breathed as Ominis finally released Selwyn to crumple to the floor in a bloody heap, his voice coming out slightly strangled. “...that was hot.”

Ominis took a steadying breath, seemingly too caught up in reigning in his emotions to register Sebastian's quiet comment, before the stench of blood reached his nose.

Seeing his face contort with disgust and revulsion, the Keeper quickly moved to embrace Ominis, to soothe and distract him. They wouldn't want him to become overwhelmed by regret for his actions, after all. Considering how much restraint he'd been exercising for years, and his aversion to any action that would make him feel guilty, Ominis likely wouldn't be able to hold this state for very long before his usual doubt and self-flagellation set in.

“Getting so worked up for me, how sweet you are, love." The Keeper murmured softly, gently cupping Ominis’ cheek and giving him a chaste kiss, encouraging him to focus on the love that lay at the root of his feelings, rather than the violence of his actions.

“I-” Ominis’ eyes were dazed as they pulled away, and the Keeper wrapped an arm around his waist, guiding him away from the gruesome mess he'd left in the cell.

As they ushered Ominis past him, Sebastian lightly touched their arm, speaking to them in a low voice. “I'll start playing with Macnair first, alright with that?”

The Keeper nodded, there was always next time, Ominis came first. “Sure, make sure he can't throw things at my elves anymore.”

“Got it.” Sebastian flashed them a sharp grin, before leaning across them to give Ominis a kiss on the cheek. “Hey, don't think too hard about it, that was quite something.”

Ominis blinked in a haze, his brows furrowed as though he were sorting through something in his head, and while the Keeper wasn't sure what exactly was going on in there, they could at least be certain that the results would be more favourable farther away from his handiwork. So, they resumed urging him forward.

“Tynx, shove some wiggenweld down that brown-haired idiot's throat so he doesn't die.” The Keeper instructed as they passed the small elf, dropping two vials into his hands.

“Yes, Master." Tynx bowed, glancing towards Macnair’s cell, hesitating before adding a quiet. “And thank you.”

The Keeper raised an eyebrow, wondering what he was thanking them for, but the elf had already apparated away and into Selwyn's cell. Shrugging to themselves, they returned to escorting Ominis out of the dungeons.

As they climbed the spiral staircase carefully, Ominis’ mind remained caught in what he'd done and how it felt. The worst part was how it felt. It had actually felt good, his actions had brought him more pleasure than guilt. That realisation had brought with it a visceral fear, that he was succumbing to the same poison that his bloodline was stricken with, and its chill had washed over him in relentless waves.

He was so scared of becoming like the rest of his family, not seeing anything wrong with harming innocent people for absolutely no reason, and enjoying it. Yet, Selwyn was certainly not innocent, he had reason surely, to feel satisfaction, as his wand sight treated him to the vision of brittle bones under soft flesh cracking and tearing through fragile skin.

It had been shocking, when the stench of blood hit him, and he'd realised what he was in the midst of savouring, what his wand was showing him, what he'd unconsciously asked of it. His most reliable partner had taken his desire to see Selwyn suffer the same injuries as his beloved, quite literally.

Ominis normally had his wand only show him enough to recognise objects, obstacles, and people. Any more than that felt intrusive and even uncomfortable. As, with the wand's meticulous vision, he could discern even the density of anything within a specific radius, and when it did, the sheer quantity of information and detail was overwhelming, making it difficult to focus on any specific thing.

He'd gotten a glimpse of the Keeper's injuries that day in Hogsmeade, and immediately recoiled so strongly that his wand had blocked out the sight of them completely, leaving an empty void where they lay. Even then, that brief split second had been enough to burn the details into his mind.

When his horror had been burnt through, all that remained had been his hate, one that he'd suppressed in the same way that he pushed aside anything that distressed him, until it faded from his waking mind. Apparently, that didn't actually make it go away, and all the stress he'd been absorbed with over the last few months had only cultivated that anger.

How could he discern whether his actions, brutally mauling an unarmed boy, and enjoying it, wanting to see it, were justified? It was one thing to cast a single vaguely harmless Descendo that results in severe injury and another to grievously injure an unarmed person with spells specifically intended for harm. Yet Selwyn’s Descendo had also been intended for harm, no?

Merlin, he was going in circles here. Ominis ground his teeth in frustration, and the dizzying nausea, still present, was beyond distracting, making it even harder for him to sort through his thoughts.

Until, breaking through the mire of his mind, came the awareness that their footsteps were beginning to lose its echo and, a moment later, Ominis was feeling the air shift as the Keeper lifted the tent flap covering the underground entrance.

Eagerly, he stepped forward and ducked under the tarp, feeling a cool clean breeze and a touch of the sun's warmth against his skin, relieved to finally be out of the stuffy basement.

Pulling the fresh air into his lungs in deep gulps, Ominis felt his nausea begin to abate, wondering idly if he might be slightly claustrophobic, or if it was simply that the underground floors reminded him of his family's dungeons, where his parents had forced him to torture muggles.

“Feeling better?” The Keeper's voice was gentle and with a tinge of concern.

He paused for a moment, before smiling sheepishly, it must have been obvious that he'd been absorbed in his thoughts, and Ominis felt a moment of gratitude, for their patience, for the space they'd given him to think on the walk up.

For extracting him from that situation even before he asked, how different this was, from that time in the Scriptorium, when he'd been asked to do something uncomfortable. Unlike now, where he had become uncomfortable with something that he himself had done, and the Keeper preemptively prioritised his feelings over what they'd likely wanted to do themselves.

He nodded reassuringly. “Yes. Thank you.”

“Hm.” The Keeper made a soft sound, before hesitantly speaking, their voice lacking its usual confidence. “I don't know how to say this very well, but... if you're worried about something, you can tell me. I might not be able to help you solve it, but I can try.”

Ominis blinked. That's right, they'd promised that they would seek reassurances from each other. This wasn't about their romantic relationship, but he supposed that this too was something that he needed reassurance in. That it was alright for him to have enjoyed hurting someone in this situation, that that didn't make him a bad person.

Even if he ended up disagreeing with them, hearing their opinions and reasoning might help him work through this conundrum and come to his own conclusions.

“How do you justify... doing something that you want to do? How do you decide if it is worth doing or is acceptable to do?” Ominis asked haltingly and the Keeper hummed, going silent for a few moments.

“...well, I suppose I consider how much it benefits me or anyone I prioritise. The more it does, the less I care about how socially acceptable it is. If it doesn't benefit me or mine in any way, there's no reason to do it.” The Keeper huffed, their voice becoming dry. “Who the hell knows what is acceptable to the rest of the world anyway. It's an entirely different measuring tape from person to person. If it’s acceptable to me by my own standards, that’s good enough. I can't exactly speak for him, but I believe Sebastian is of a similar mentality.”

“I see..." Ominis nodded slowly, so for his lovers, it was more a question of how invalid the concept of society’s acceptance was, in any given context. That certainly explained several of both their actions, and why his arguments kept failing to dissuade both them and Sebastian.

Benefits... as of now, what Ominis had done had released his own anger and brought himself emotional relief. He supposed it had also put the fear of retribution into Selwyn, but that was it. Perhaps his unease was because there simply hadn't been enough benefits for him to feel like he'd done something justifiable, to him at least. He had a feeling that that bar was lower for the Keeper.

Not to mention, it was definitely a demerit that he was only thinking about this after he'd done it rather than before.

The Keeper paused before placing a hand on his cheek affectionately. “Having emotional reactions is just human. No one can be perfectly in control all the time, and no one can understand your experiences better than you. So, I don't think anyone besides you can judge, not even myself.”

A part of Ominis didn't like the idea of calling his outburst, and actions, a mistake made from an emotional loss of control. It felt like an excuse, as though this were a question that he wouldn't have to answer if he wasn't in this specific situation, but he could feel the kindness in the Keeper's words and was grateful for the grace that they were affording him and his indecisiveness.

They were so understanding and forgiving, both of them. Ominis recalled Sebastian's parting words as well, but despite the itch to follow his suggestion, Ominis felt quite unable to ‘not think too hard’ about it, and after the Poppy misunderstanding, he wasn't sure that that was a bad thing.

Even without the Keeper or Sebastian, the question of how far Ominis was willing to go when someone threatened him or his loved ones, was one he'd eventually have to answer regardless. A line he'd have to draw. If a mistake had been made here, it would be that he hadn't decided on where he'd draw his line early enough. Failing to plan is planning to fail after all.

Some time ago, he might have argued that some things were difficult to define until a limit had been reached, but that was starting to feel like yet another excuse. Trying to understand himself and define his boundaries was likely something that he should be actively doing, rather than waiting to stumble into them. The way that the Keeper had clearly already defined theirs.

Speaking of which, another aspect of this that he didn't want to think about, but probably should, was that the Keeper had more reason to hurt the bullies than Ominis himself did. Better reasons, he felt.

Unlike Ominis, the Keeper was not merely taking vengeance, they were also experimenting with their Ancient magic, with the ultimate goal being a cure for Anne's pain, and possibly countless other ailments. Yet here they were, by his side, comforting him rather than working towards that goal. It was admittedly rather flattering that such an inherently vengeful person was giving him priority over their own personal justice.

He didn't much like the idea of continuing to think this through on his own, but he also knew that Macnair was currently suffering under Sebastian's wand or hand for no reason, besides vengeance and perhaps house elf safety. And in all honesty, Ominis felt that he could survive without supervision for a while, he wasn’t quite so helpless, and he was feeling better after a breath of fresh air.

Ominis sighed after a few moments, placing a hand over the Keeper’s, and pressing a light kiss to their palm. “Thank you, my dear. I'll think about what you've said, but please, you needn't remain by my side. You should rejoin Sebastian.”

“Are you sure?” The Keeper asked as they lowered their hand, and he could tell that they were scrutinising him, their words heavy with double meaning.

Ominis swallowed thickly, struggling not to let his confidence waver. “Yes, I'll just... go pay the snakes a visit. Someone has to keep Sebastian from getting carried away, Macnair might end up dead if I keep you too long.”

“Fair enough.” The Keeper laughed lightly, placing a quick kiss on his cheek. “Give the girls my love, and don't strain yourself.”

He nodded, and the Keeper's footsteps gradually carried them away, back down into the depths. Ominis felt the urge to pace return almost instantly, when he thought of what lay in the bowels of their basement but forced himself to walk towards the greenhouses instead.

His legs felt unnaturally leaden as he strode across the courtyard, over to the large glass buildings made from sand taken from their portion of the beach, on the other side of the mountain. They should probably name those mountains at some point...

Pushing open the heavy glass door, Ominis slipped inside, feeling the warm blanket of heavy moist air envelope him. It was a little uncomfortable, but he didn't mind very much, knowing that the environment was pleasant for-

“Speaker!”

“You're here!”

Ominis smiled despite himself, the high and happy voices of the twin snakes were soothing to his tumultuous heart. It felt nice to be so loved by creatures so pure and innocent.

“Hello, little ones.” He hissed gently as he followed their voices to the nest they'd built for the girls.

Said nest was a large three-legged basin, almost two metres in diameter and standing at table height. It held several thick sturdy branches embedded in a bed of sweet-scented cypress shavings, a pool of water for the girls to bathe in, and several large flat slate stones that could easily retain heat, for them to sunbathe on.

“Not little! We're bigger!” Mira protested, flicking their tail indignantly as he sat at one of the stools beside their nest.

“Are you?” Ominis chuckled, holding a hand out for them to wiggle clumsily over to him from their warm slate bed and putting away his wand as they coiled around his fingers affectionately.

“Yes yes! We grew!” Kira agreed, her tongue flicking against the skin of his wrist in greeting.

He ran his fingers over their body, finding that they had indeed gotten longer, by about ten centimetres and were slightly thicker as well. “So you have! My, you're so much bigger, perhaps one day I shall be unable to carry both of you.”

“Ha! Then we will carry Speaker!” Mira bumped her head against his fingers.

“We’ll be so big, we'll be able to eat anything that threatens Speaker, even a dragonfly!” Kira boasted, raising her head, and baring her fangs in a threatening manner, or what she probably thought looked intimidating.

Ominis laughed at the disproportionate statement, smiling fondly at the sweet sentiment, before pausing at the thought. Sweet. If he considered it sweet that the twins wanted to defend him against threats...

He remembered the Keeper's words to him, they'd also called him sweet for getting worked up for them, and there had been something about their tone that had made him shiver, though he brushed that thought aside for now.

He supposed it was borne from love that he'd desired to defend his lover, same as the twins. He wouldn't consider the snakes cruel or aggressive, the girls were still children, pure and simple creatures. Though there was a difference between defence and unprovoked offence. Then again, did Selwyn’s words count as provocation?

“Speaker?” Ominis blinked when Mira's snout nudged his thumb with a concerned hiss. “Is Speaker alright?”

“Speaker smells sad, did something bad happen?” Kira asked, sounding worried as well.

“Ah.” Ominis shook his head, about to brush off their concerns when it occurred to him that he could ask what the girls thought of what he'd done. Who better to judge than those inherently innocent after all. “...one of my mates got injured some time ago.”

“Is Speaker's mate alright?” Kira asked worriedly.

“Was it the fluffy head male?” Mira echoed.

“It was the other one, and they're alright, they recovered.” Ominis reassured. “We recently caught the boy that hurt them and-”

“Bite! Bite back!” Mira raised her head angrily.

“Bite back Speaker!” Kira agreed, baring her tiny fangs.

Ominis smiled softly. “I bit him back today… even though he couldn’t fight back anymore. I'm not sure I should have.”

The snakes hissed in some confusion.

“Why is biting back bad?” Mira tilted her head to the side curiously.

“Well, he couldn’t fight back.” Ominis explained.

“So? If something bites you, you bite back till it stops breathing.” Kira swayed her head as she hissed.

“He can’t possibly bite them again though.” Ominis tried again, but this time Mira gave an impatient hiss.

“You can't be sure unless it's dead, so you keep biting it till you see it stop breathing!” Mira thumped their tail on the palm of his hand.

Ominis hummed, he supposed it was that simple for animals. Dogs and bears would go after an enemy even after it had retreated upon injury, to ensure it was dead. Perhaps he really was putting too much stock in the human concepts of honour and nobility that he'd grown up with.

The simple and absolute ideals touted by both Gryffindor and Slytherin.

“Our Speaker is too soft.” Mira hissed to her sister.

“Yes, we have to protect Speaker and Speaker's mates!” Kira agreed and turned to Ominis. “Where is Boy? We bite him for Speaker!”

“Bite till breath stops!” Mira nodded furiously.

Ominis blinked for a moment before giggling at their confidence. There was something about that simplicity that reminded him of the Keeper. Perhaps that was one of the reasons he found it hard to disapprove of them, the Keeper wasn't a conniving saboteur like most Slytherins were, like his parents, like Ominis himself. Manipulative yes, but not malicious.

The Keeper might disagree with that assessment, but Ominis found a curious purity in their confidence, in their blunt and straightforward, almost shameless personality. Sebastian too had that strength of conviction, and Ominis wondered if he in fact admired both their ability to boil down complex ethical concerns, doubts, regrets, and second guessing, into simple yes, no and fuck you statements.

That confidence was dangerously close to dogma, but unlike Ominis’ parents, his lovers had proven open to discussion and reason when he disagreed with them, and were willing to compromise. Perhaps he too should afford their words and perspectives such consideration, lest he become the one who was unreasonable and couldn't compromise.

Maybe he was indeed being too hard on himself and doubting a loss of self-control that was perfectly reasonable in this situation. Selwyn and Macnair had tried to kill them so many times, at this point, there was no reason to regard those pureblood purists as human. Therein, Ominis felt he could compromise and come to accept.

However, despite deciding not to condemn his own earlier outburst, Ominis was still pretty sure that he didn't want to be involved in torture. While he had admittedly felt good in the moment, in the aftermath he could feel no pride in having mutilated someone who couldn't fight back. Regardless of the reasons, he still felt like his actions reflected poorly on himself if he were to stoop to dirtying his hands, despite how much his adversary might deserve it.

With that settled, he supposed that, rather than stewing in regret for his actions, or punishing himself for aspects of his character that he couldn’t change, he would be better served considering what to do next.

Benefits... If Selwyn and Macnair were going to die in pain, the least they could do was to get as much out of it as they could, make every moment of the boys’ suffering worth it. Ominis didn't feel very good about this mentality, but he did want to support his lovers in their search for a cure for pain, to be involved and hopefully prevent them from going too far.

If they found the cure, it'd make all the sacrifices worth it. As long as the sacrifices were people who deserved it, of course, and he would make sure that they did. His contribution might, one day, even make up for what he'd done when he lost control, for his sins.

Right?

“Thank you, Mira and Kira, but you needn't worry about us.” Ominis smiled, stroking his index finger gently over the two snakes’ soft tiny snouts, one after the other. “Such things aren't for little ones as yourselves to fret over.”

“Not littl...” Mira gave a warbled protest, before losing her ability to hiss as he scratched lightly under her chin.

Perhaps he should consult his lovers about his thoughts...

Notes:

The layout for Basement 1 is still not finalised, as it depends on some details of pieces still drifting loosely in the last arc. There isn't much there for now anyway, so I hope ya'll don't mind not having that floor plan. ^_^;

Here's a funny, my partner agreed with the snakes, “I will also protect you from dragonflies, but not a flying cockroach, anything below a flying cockroach, that's my limit-” xDDD

We see quite clearly in HL that Ominis isn't afraid of blackmail or threatening, but abhors physical and magical violence, basically he’s a stone-cold bastard but he’s also super squeamish xP

And after the Obliviated woman incident where he stepped over his own boundaries, he kinda got distracted by the Poppy thing before he could redraw his line, since it was originally “don't even tell me” And then became “I guess I want to know but I'm not sure how involved I want to be”.

So hopefully his in-brain post explosion meltdown makes sense. He was previously trying to figure out where to put his line all alone, but now, yay growth and communication! He’s doing it with his lovers this time =D

Lol, now that I think about it, basically Sebastian had post-nut clarity in chapter 24 and went “I ain't ever doing that again”, Ominis had post-nut clarity and went “I still would fap to that, oh no.”

Also, I touched lightly on it in the bullies' minds in chapter 23 (there were simply more important things to talk about in the notes then) but I feel like there is a prevalence in the “Victors write history” concept beyond literal wars, within society in smaller but equally significant ways.

If a person breaks the rules to pursue an opportunity and succeeds, they are heralded and louted as pioneers and geniuses. However, if someone breaks the rules and fails, they are treated with disdain and regarded as foolish and stupid. The way that the bullies are viewed by both the characters and us.

“Why are we being scorned for doing what society considers good? Determination, initiative, perseverance. Where were we wrong, besides failing, besides betting on the wrong horse? How does my failure mean I wasn't trying my best?”

That's not to say that the bullies should be off the hook, they're definitely dicks and deserve justice, but we should still understand and remember that they are sculpted into this shape by the toxic hypocrisy and irony poisoned messages of society.

The tragedy here is that this is the bullies are ultimate end result of the double headed speak seen at the start of this chapter. If we want this to stop happening, we need to be more careful with our words, because even Sebastian is a victim of this toxic hypocrisy.

“It's good to not give up on saving your sister, but it's also bad to go so far.”

This doublethink is so confusing for a kid, like who determines what's too far? Don't tell the kid that your measuring tape is the only good one, teach them how to make their own tape after looking at other people's and deciding for themselves.

“We support you, right until you fail, and someone gets hurt, then we turn on you. You should never have tried.”

It's a horrible thing that so many people are unconsciously doing, and I believe that being aware of it is the first step, the next is empathy, understanding and less judgement. Looking past the automatic reaction to condemn, and instead, think of ways to guide better, communicate better, and prevent these mistakes and tragedies from happening again.

[little-emerald-snake]

Thanks @grandeoatmilklatte 🫶🏻

Have fun decoding these abstract ass names 🫡

Drunk Virgins - someone gets a little tipsy and loses their virginity 🤭

Pierced 3 - @cyan1decandy’s request 👀

Panic - ima let yall be confused but there’s 11,000+ words in this one so far

Lust potion - self explanatory 🤷🏼‍♀️

Cross dressing - 👀 I’ve been sitting on this for a hot second

Bubbles - a fun little bath time

Ch 1 - my oc x Ominis story I’m in the middle of reworking

Ch 2 - what I started for the above before deciding to rework the plot a bit

AU dark arts training - honestly I started this so long ago I don’t even remember

Blurring the lines idea - I know this was a Seb x Omi x F!MC fic but dunno the plot

Sebinis jealousy - Seb x Omi but make it dominis

Imperio Omi - pretty much what it sounds like

Omi painting class - this I’ve had in my drafts for literal months

No tags because I’ve seen most of my writer moots tagged and I’m too sleepy but feel free to hop in if you want! 🫶🏻

WIP Folder game!

I was tagged by @snowfolly to join. Thank you so much for the tag, sweetie! :3

How to Play:

Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or (a sneak peek for art) tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I'll categorize them by fandom. They're in varying degrees of completeness and anywhere from a few paragraphs to 27 pages. XD

Dragon Age

Redcliffe Chantry

DAO Redcliffe

DAO The Ritual

DAO Epilogue

DAO Kissing in the Rain

To Rainesfere

DAI Redcliffe

DAI Trespasser

Hogwarts Legacy

Scriptorium

HL A Life Together

Original Fiction

An Elven Tale

Elven Tale: Shackled

Elven Tale Courage Coming Out

I'm not sure if I have this many to tag, but if you see this and want to join, please do! Tagging @wingedwartigers @sillyliterature @anto-pops @fantasy-art-room @oxygenforthewicked @blueraineshadows @just-another-fanfiction-writer @queen-of-stoneharts @kittynomsdeplume @tessa1972 No pressure!

[cloveroctobers]

HARRY ZHONG (MITCHELL-WHITE)

IG info/bio: @/heedful.harry | 15.6k followers| hi, I’m Harry and I’m a business major. No, You don’t have to hold your applause 🧐

21 years old

From York, England

Cancer sun + ARIES MOON energy

He and his younger brother, Archie were foster children in the Mitchell-white household

which consisted: Harrison Mitchell and his daughter from a previous marriage, Briony, Piers White and together they had a surrogate carry their child, which gave them their second daughter, Pippa

Later they came to the decision to adopt Harry and Archie Zhong, if only that’s what they wanted too

It took longer for Harry to warm up to the family since he was still waiting and wishing for his mom to come back for them

He was diagnosed with IED around 15 years old

Goes to therapy for it and meetings with others with similar issues...he dreads the meetings since it makes him feel like he has a problem or something, which HE DOES but it makes him feel like a...but he knows that’s a ignorant way to think

He’s currently a business major and loves telling people about it *yawn* (don’t drag me lmao)

He’s thinking he’ll be a Financial analyst or a Marketing manager

The type of person who’s done a lot in his short life that it’s often unbelievable ex.) telling the villa he’s driven one of the cars that was used in the fast and furious franchise & getting pissed when bill and everyone else didn’t believe him

Harrison is a train driver and is normally bubbly + wears bright preppy clothes

He also loves Broadway, much to Harry’s annoyance...if he hears one more Hamilton song he’s gonna slam his head thru a wall stg

Piers is a music producer and is more reserved or “stand-off-ish” until he gets warmed up to you + his aesthetic is a rocker, yeah he’s got the whole tattoos and boots thing going for him, after all he was in a rock band

Piers makes the most $ and is of high status, which brought him and his family perks but is not a snob about it...it’s whatever ya know?

Harry’s closer to piers, feels he understands him more & can be kinda rude to Harrison when he’s in one of his moods but tries to be better at responding to him since he made him cry once years ago — yes he felt like complete shit afterwards

Harry is anemic so he always finds himself cold, experiencing fatigue, irregular heartbeat, and if he gets up too fast or moves too fast? Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the—FLOOO000R! (I’m making this joke as a person with anemia)

Likes cold weather since everyone else can feel what he feels on the daily

Plus he loves dressing for winter season, trench coats, wool coats, turtle necks, thermal t-shirts, fleece pants, rolled up beanies that keeps his ears covered and his hair glued to his forehead...you name it!

On the regular? He’s a khaki’s kinda guy, dress shirts, and loves wearing suit and ties...he’s not the biggest fan of jeans. He loves dressing fancy unless the measurements are bloody awful

I’m going by the alternative design for Harry and...whew! Then he’s 6’1 if we’re talking about the one they gave us then we all know he has a baby face, so I’d say he’s about 5’8

He’s got long legs + arms and hates how majority of his pants barely fit around his ankles

has dry scalp too

I feel like he’s pretty intelligent and sometimes it can come off as a know it all, yet, he’s always down to help people & isn’t condescending while doing so

He knows how to make soaps and would sell them on his etsy account in highschool where plenty shat on him for it so for awhile he stopped the hobby until Harrison encouraged him to keep at this if it was what makes him happy

Harrison is the type of parent you go to for comfort and hugs even if it might feel like he’s smothering you

Piers is the one who lets you come to him when you’re ready to talk about it, no pressure

Harry went to a high school that focused on technology so he’s all into the latest gadgets

This is a secret but he only got a apple watch to feel like a true spy

His intelligence got him somewhere with a few ladies ;)

He’s a certified freak, 7 days a week and had a handful of hookups and about 4 gfs in his life so far

He’s kinky!!!

& has a f**t fetish

His past relationships were not long relationships, which sucked but Harry felt like...this might sound arrogant, but it’s either their lost — although there was never any bad blood with his breakups! or his person was still out there somewhere...

I haven’t fully played his route (AJ stole my ass since I couldn’t romance seb or Nicky sorry) but I’ve seen screen caps and he’s a total sweetie if he’s really committed to you, you might be his “true love”

He’s nervous opposed to his usual confidence when he’s chatting to other ladies with ease, with you it’s different, it’s magnetic, nerve-wrecking, butterflies, electric, and exciting all wrapped in one

I feel like he shows his love language with quality time but also enjoys physical touch from his partner

Picky eater

But he was worst as a child! Barely ate anything which led to him being lanky or it’s in his genes but mostly he wouldn’t eat a damn thing

These are a few of his favorite things: figs, green tea, and almond milk

makes the best spring rolls with the rice paper, those are superior than fried! “Fried food will kill u u know!” “Okay bill.” “Iona, don’t know if u had too much to drink but, erm I’m Harry.” “R/WHOOOOssssh! And you’re s’pposed to be the smart one, yeah right.”

outside of the villa he found himself continuing his friendship with bill—even tho he pisses him off sometimes since he’s always got some shit to say but they’re probably the closest, Iona she’s always honest and is always a good time to be around when they hang out, Then there’s Camilo and Miki that he hangs out with too

Is the first one sharing about his day in the group chat with all of the villa, he can feel half of them rolling their eyes at him since many feel he tends to exaggerate

if he’s not endgame with mc...he kinda feels a way that Genevieve found her happiness in seb instead of him, it’s not that he’s bitter—he genuinely liked her and felt like maybe they didn’t try hard enough but deep down knows relationships can’t be forced. It’s just his ego trying to control things that’s all! plus he was comfortable with vieve even if it felt more on a platonic side...oh well

once slid into jen from s1’s dms one dark stormy drunk night & admitted on live that erikah kinda gave him some tips before going on the show... & that he thought one of the new girls that entered the villa was a better fit than one of the originals from s2 which caused him to get blocked by said original OOP

Has a circle of close friends outside of the villa, they’re all brainiacs and have something going for themselves

Enjoys action films and biographical drama films like: James Bond, John Wick, and the social network

Isn’t ashamed to admit that he loves using sheet face masks but isn’t the greatest at following a consistent skincare routine

Has his own back massager that he spent a lot of $ on since it wouldn’t go on sale and then a week later...it went on sale

sends a lot of “🙃🙂” texts when you piss him off

probably worked at GameStop, the apple store, Godiva, and currently works at a electronic repair shop for a side of cash but is looking for a internship since he’ll be graduating next year

Always Keeps cough drops on him? 

is a huge cuddler & falls asleep easily

His brain is always active, experiences REM sleep often

fav video games are tekken & hitman

owns a drone now 😏

also loves strategic board games & riddles

Took quarantine life seriously, did his research before it completely broke globally and started buying shit excessively in person and online that he sent most to his family before the campus shut down

Is the friend that will check on his friends :)

Keeps his dorm and his room back home CLEAN af, is OCD about everything being in order/organized. Will know if you touched his shit, Archie felt his wrath many times before

Has a life goal board in his closet, & plans to be fully established by 25. More power to ya Harry!

Celeb crushes: Victoria justice, Jesy Nelson, Deepika Padukone, Brec Bassinger, jasmine tookes, and princess Mae

Who does he listen to? oceanfromtheblue, Galimatias, Ta-Ku, Aries, Tyler, the creator, rich Brian, NIKI, viji, & AJR

Anthem = DPR IAN, “So beautiful”

[garyrennell]

LOVE ISLAND THE GAME S3 — MC TAG💛🏝

hello, beautiful people💕 since S3 just started, i came up with the idea to make an MC tag so everyone can show off their gorgeous S3 MCs🙈obvs inspired by the MC tag @mrsgaryrennell made for S2. this is the template if anyone wants to participate💙 enjoy✨✨

FULL NAME: Halley Hawthorne.

HOMETOWN: Swanage, England.

AGE: 21.

STAR SIGN: libra⚖️

OCCUPATION: scientist (specializes in biology, mainly physiology related). she has a second job as a photographer, and hopes to make a living out of it in the future.

SEXUALITY: bisexual queen🌛🌜

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: british.

LANGUAGES: english and finnish. she learned finnish because she studied abroad for many years.

IMPORTANT PERSONALITY TRAITS: she always says the first thing that comes to mind, which can sometimes get her in trouble haha. she’s very mature, loyal and caring for other people, specially her loved ones. she also hates drama and never stirs the pot. what characterizes her the most is her never ending sex jokes and references lol (basically like Maura from Love Island UK lmaoo), which means choosing all the crackhead options✌🏻

STYLE: chic and sober clothing, but with lots of accessories. she mainly wears black, grey and white colors, but she’s not goth lol she just thinks she looks great in those colors haha. she also loves silver jewelry and very high heels. lives for ripped jeans for sure. her makeup is mainly nude, and she likes having her hair loose.

ABOUT MC’S FAMILY (PARENTS/SIBLINGS/CHILDHOOD/ETC): her family are her father named Scott, her step-mother named Maggie and her older brother named Isaac (yes, after Isaac Newton). most importantly, her brother is her best best friend. her parents are space geeks (my previous MC would be proud omg) so they named her ‘Halley’ after the scientist and comet☄️

HIDDEN TALENTS: she knows how to play the bass very well, and also wins every connect-four game she plays lmaooo.

CELEBRITY CRUSHES: John Boyega, Chris Evans, Tyler Hoechlin, Gary Rennell ofc, Crystal Reed, Avan Jogia, Kaya Scodelario, Emeraude Toubia and Danai Gurira.

FAVORITE DRINK (ALCOHOLIC AND NON-ALCOHOLIC): alcoholic: loves champagne and fruity cocktails, and gets drunk very easily lmao. non-alcoholic: likes smoothies a lot and would drink them all day, also milkshakes and juice🧃

FAVORITE TV SHOW/MOVIE: favorite shows: definitely Sex Education and (don’t judge her) she still likes The Walking Dead😂 favorite movies: Wonder Woman and the classic León: The Professional📽

FAVORITE DISH: sushi sushi sushi🍱 she’s also an ice cream addict🍦

FAVORITE VACATION SPOT: Firenze, Italy🇮🇹 (not biased ofc🌚)

IDEAL DATE: likes casual dates but in pretty places, like a fancy movie theatre or a good restaurant. take her to an amusement park, and she’ll be buzzing🎢 adrenaline is key.

WHO’S HER INSPIRATION: Simone de Beauvoir, Gloria Steinem and Annie Leibovitz💅🏻

BEST FRIEND: Seb🤘🏻

LOVE INTEREST (FOR NOW): Camilo, but she also has her eye on AJ🏳️‍🌈 she’s still waiting for her rugged man tho.

PICTURE OF YOUR MC AND FACECLAIM: she has grey eyes and wavy strawberry blonde hair. her faceclaim is Abigail Cowen✨

i’ll leave here my MC tag for S2 in case you guys haven’t met Minni yet (i love space girl so much omg and i still have so much to write about her💕🪐) and i’ll be tagging just this people so they can spread the tag too🙈: @mrsgaryrennell, @ariendiel, @batgirlassociationofgothamcity, @therealityofthematteris, @honey-girlie, @bubblelaureno, @garyandhisnan, @spiltrice, @kingkassam, @nuggobby, @iamgaryrennells, @bobbysmckenzie and @bobsqueen-ofboops💫💫 ofc if not tagged by anyone you can do it anyway if you want to, just say I tagged you😉💙