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choccy-milky · 1 year ago
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seb is lucky ominis cant see ref from triptrippy
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little-emerald-snake · 1 year ago
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Blackmail - Ominis Gaunt X F!MC
🔥 NSFW 🔞 MDNI
scene is f!mc during the shadow of friendship quest where she needs to talk Ominis out of telling on Sebastian to be committed to Azkaban BUT instead of the soft reaction we get in-game what if Ominis has actually harbored deep desires for the mc until now and since he's aware that she has feelings for Sebastian instead, uses this opportunity to "blackmail" the mc into convincing him to not put Sebastian away. so really a non-con scene of dark!ominis x f!mc if you will requested by @moongurl95 via dms
Genuinely so sorry this took me like three weeks but my life is in shambles literally setting this up to post while sheltering from a tornado 💀 but don’t worry I’m fine. Anyway I hope this is what you’re looking for 🫶🏻
Warnings: blackmail, threats, dirty talk, non-con, Dominis, stolen virginity, unprotected sex, creampie
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She stood beside Sebastian who paced the stone floor beside his blonde companion. The air in the undercroft hung heavier than ever around them. Ominis was being brutally honest, telling Sebastian that his twin, Anne, couldn’t bear the thought of turning him in. Sebastian was a bit shocked, pacing back and forth while trying to defend himself before Ominis finally gave a sigh, saying he’d give Sebastian some time to think.
As he walked away Sebastian resumed his nervous pacing and she approached him, laying a hand on his shoulder. “I can’t believe he’s gone. How did things go so wrong? I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean to-“ He shook his head in dismay. “Oh Anne. I was only trying to help. I can’t leave now. Anne needs me more than ever.”
She nodded, her head felt full of confusion and worry but she’d grown to care for Sebastian and couldn’t imagine that he’d truly wanted to hurt anyone. She knew the lengths he was willing to go for Anne. That kind of love and devotion spoke to her. “Don't worry Sebastian. I shall speak with Ominis.”
Sebastian breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you. You’re a real friend, truly. No matter what happens from here, I’m glad we met.” With that he turned and walked to the exit of the Undercroft. She waited till the doors chimed and she heard him exit before she turned with a sigh toward Ominis.
She could practically sense the dark cloud looming over the other side of the undercroft and a sort of unease rolled over her. This wasn’t going to be an easy conversation. Ominis had sensed her approach and decided to tell her what had happened after they’d spoken last. He’d run back to Hogwarts and before he’d been able to speak to the headmaster Anne had contacted him. He’d rushed to Feldcroft and found Anne with Solomon’s body. How deeply stricken with grief she was. “I don’t want to lose Sebastian but I don’t think we have a choice.”
She chewed her bottom lip with a worried expression. “Ominis…we do have a choice. What good would it do now to turn him in? He clearly regrets everything. He’s not going to do anything like this again.”
Ominis’ eyes darkened. “What makes you so sure? You’ve said that about nearly everything else thus far? You said letting him into the scriptorium wasn’t going to end badly yet he casted Crucio on you without a moment's hesitation. You promised the relic wouldn't cause harm yet he was ready to throw our entire friendship away just to take it with him.”
She looked down. He was right. Everything he’d said had been true. Yet she had grown fond of Sebastian both as a friend and maybe more over the span of their year. “Ominis I know how this seems but Sebastian isn’t like this. He made a mistake…it was for Anne’s life.”
Ominis’ tone turned angry, the same scowl that first day she’d come from the Undercroft painted his features as he took a step toward her. “He’s got you wrapped around his finger…he used you…and you don’t even seem to care?! You’d rather blindly ignore the damage he’d caused to make him the hero in your book because you’ve begun to harbor feelings for him haven’t you?”
She was about to deny it but what was the point? Ominis had so clearly seen through everything and while she hated to admit it, he wasn’t wrong. “I…suppose I have. I just want the best for him and Anne…it makes no sense to send him away now when Anne will be needing her brother the most.”
Ominis’ scowl darkened. “I see. So are you willing to accept the punishment for his actions? You’re an accomplice to murder if you choose to continue down this path. If he continues on the way he is I will not hesitate to turn you both in for these crimes.”
She blinked, honestly shocked about what he’d said. But she truly believed that Sebastian was good deep down. He just let this get away from him. “Yes. I understand. I promise. He won’t cause anymore trouble. Just don’t take him from Anne.”
He agreed begrudgingly, taking another step forward. She backed up a step, bumping into a stack of crates with a gasp. His voice came out dark and low. “So you are the kind of girl who falls for the villain then?”
Her eyes widened in surprise as her head whipped back around, his tone dark and a bit husky. His palm came up to rest on the crate right beside her face, his body pushing closer. “What are you willing to give up to ensure I don’t turn you and Sebastian in? What price would you pay for a life that’s already been stained in blood?”
The knot in her throat solidified and it felt like she had mouthfuls of sawdust she had to swallow in order to form words. “Ominis, w-what are you talking about…we don’t have to give up anything…we just don’t tell anyone…”
Ominis chuckled darkly, shaking his head. “I’m well aware darling. I asked what you were willing to give up in order to keep me quiet. This deal has nothing in it for me. You and Sebastian get away with murder and I’m stuck holding the truth for nothing while you both run off and fall in love. Hardly fair if you ask me.”
Her eyes widened and she suddenly understood what was happening. She moved to run but his hand, much stronger than she’d imagined, came up to hold her wrist, wrenching and pinning it above her head, shortly joined by her other. “Now now, no running away from your problems anymore. You need to come up with a solution I’ll accept or you won’t be leaving here. You better get thinking before I decide for you.”
Her mind reeled over what she could offer him. What did he want? She thought and thought but nothing came to mind. He grinned darkly. “My choice then. I can work with that.”
He moved quickly, spinning her and bending her over a crate. She gasped, surprised by the suddenness as the wood bit into her hip bones. His surprisingly strong body pinned her down with ease, one hand holding her wrists above her head while the other worked at pulling up her school skirts. “Tell me darling, are you currently taking contraceptive potions?”
Her heart pounded in her chest. Her body had the choice of fight or flight and for some bloody reason it had chosen to freeze. “I-I no…why would I-?”
He’d laughed, cutting her off while pulling her underwear to the side. “Well you better start my dear. Because if you manage to conceive I’ll ruin your pathetic life. As a Gaunt I refuse to carry forward the bloodline.”
She listened to the sound of his belt being undone and blood whooshed in her ears. She knew the time to speak up was now but she was still at a loss for words. She couldn’t very well deny him after he’d made the threat to turn her and Sebastian in. She had to stay quiet and take it, if not for herself and Sebastian’s innocence than for Anne still having a relative to care for her.
She pressed her face to the crate, tears welling in her eyes. “O-okay. I-I won’t let that happen.” She listened to him as he hummed in satisfaction and she listened to the shuffle of his pants as he pushed them down. She felt the blunt tip of him at her opening and she sniffled, stiffening up with nerves wound tight.
Ominis huffed, trying to push forward but her tense body wouldn’t allow his entrance. “For Merlin’s sake you need to relax. Just imagine it’s Sebastian like always and it’ll be over before you know it.”
She sniffled again as he released her hands and they immediately went to the edge of the crate, gripping so tightly her knuckles turned white. “S-Sebastian has never…I’ve never…”
His eyes widened in recognition and he pulled back, voice coming a bit softer this time. “You’ve never…not once?”
She nodded and his hand came to swipe away the tears, his other hand coming to slide her hair behind her ear. “It feels good after the initial bit you know…if you could survive the pain of Crucio you can make it through this and it’ll start to feel good. You don’t even have to imagine it’s me...”
She sniffled and nodded carefully, he brushed her cheek and his other hand dipped between them to rub the blunt tip up and down between her slit. The sensations were all new but the feel of him stimulating that bundle of nerves between her legs had small spikes of pleasure shooting up through her. She hated it.
She tried to fight it, her body may be wanting this but he was good at pushing the right buttons. She didn’t want Ominis. She was still stuck, she had to do this for Anne and Sebastian to be a family. She sucked in a shaky breath that turned into a whimper as he slid over her clit again.
His warm breath ghosted over her neck. His chest, which was pressed against her back, rumbled. “That’s right dear. Relax and let your body take over. Turn that brilliant brain off for a bit and put yourself somewhere happy. It’ll be over soon.”
He notched himself at her entrance and she let another few tears slip, rolling down her cheeks. She tried to imagine that this was Sebastian above her, that it was after the ball and he’d asked her to go somewhere private. Just then, slim fingers slid between her folds and rubbed small circles around that bundle of nerves.
She moaned out softly and his hips slid forward, his tip kissing that barrier within her that she knew would end this pleasure. She pushed the thought away, trying to imagine those fingers a bit thicker and rougher against her body. She tried to imagine what breathy sounds he’d make or what encouragement he’d whisper against her skin.
A moan from between her lips and Ominis’ body sank forward, pushing past that barrier and sending spikes of discomfort through her body. But as quickly as the discomfort started his fingers redoubled with the pleasurable circles and she was arching into it and whimpering in pleasure. His breath came gently across the back of her neck as he slid her hair out of the way. “That’s right Darling, just like that.”
She moaned low as he praised her, his hips slowly moving back and forth inside of her but he focused most of his intentions on her clit. She was at the very least thankful he didn’t want her to be in pain.
She tried to force herself to think about Sebastian again but the way Ominis’ breathing picked up and his slender body slid against hers as he began to thrust deeper dragged her out of the daydream. She hated how her body reacted, her stomach flipping and swirling and tightening as she listened to the small puffs of air and panting that left his lips.
The pinching discomfort between her legs slowly morphed into hot pleasure that rippled through her in waves. She gripped the crate tighter and his thrusts grew longer and deeper. “Great Merlin you’re so fucking tight, I’ve never had a witch who was a sweet little virgin. I don’t think I can go back after this. Or if this is all just you we may have to convince Sebastian to share your brilliant little body.”
His words sent shocks of pleasure through her and she moaned, pushing her hips back. This felt so good, she struggled to maintain her fantasy of Sebastian ravaging her when Ominis was the one here making her feel so incredible. Pleasure swirled deep in her stomach and she tightened, forcing him to groan behind her. “You better be careful squeezing around me like that. Might just get the idea you actually like this with me or something.”
She whimpered, unable to hold another ripple of pleasure from surging through her. His fingers moved faster, making her arch into his touch for more. “Fuck yes, darling. That’s it. Make me cum, pretty girl.”
His hips slammed deeper till their bodies had no space between, his thrusts growing faster. Her poor hips were going to be bruised and sore from being slammed forward into the crate. The head of him nudged against a spot inside of her that had her seeing stars. She hadn’t even realized how loudly she’d cried out.
He chuckled darkly, angling her hips so he’d hit that spot with every single thrust. “That’s it, come on love, you know you want to cum all over my cock after I took your sweet innocence.”
She made a pitiful sound, the pleasure was too much and the emotions swirling inside of her caused tears to form in the corner of her eyes. His fingers rolling deft circles and him nudging into that spot was all too much for her.
She heard him groan in what sounded like sweet agony as her body stilled, her traitorous body tightening around him. He tensed, holding onto her hips for deer life as he pumped into her. She grew slick and sticky between her legs and she pressed her forehead against the crate, letting her tears fall as she composed her breathing.
Instead of staying to comfort her, he pulled out, casting a cleansing charm on himself before tucking himself away and fixing his attire. She stayed there, quietly crying as his seed and her blood mixed and dripped down her thighs.
He cleared his throat and she finally stood up, not bothering with a cleaning charm and just righting her clothing. She wouldn’t feel clean till she soaked in a boiling hot bath for several hours. But she turned to find him standing there as if nothing had ever happened. “I’ll take this into consideration when I talk to Anne about how best to break the news to the Headmaster. For now you can tell Sebastian I’ve chosen not to turn you both in. But this only lasts as long as you both stay away from the Dark Arts. Understood?”
She nodded, quickly feeling like an idiot before giving him a shaky verbal response. She wouldn’t let her sacrifice be for nothing. She’d make sure the fluffy haired brunette would stay in line no matter the cost.
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writeslikeanaria · 2 years ago
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i’ve seen the devil in every face
ominis gaunt x reader (technically sebastian sallow x reader)
summary: your boyfriend lives with the demons of never being able to see what you look like. that's when he figures out a way to finally be able to look at you; by wearing the face of his best friend.
word count: 5k+
warnings: SMUT, consent is tricky but i'll just stick with dubious, immoral use of the polyjuice potion, angst, confused reader, m!oral, p in v, opportunity for an incredibly angst filled part two
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Potions class seemed to be longer than normal. Having finished your potion earlier than everyone else, your only task now was to finish theory book work, a task that genuinely pained you to complete. Books strewn open, you rested your head against the desk, eyes closed, trying to find will within you to actually dip your quill in the ink that rested next to you.
With your vision gone, you used your imagination to picture the chaos happening around you. A cracking pop sounded off in the room, followed by a stench of rotten fish. Fizzing arose in the room, making your skin prick up from the feeling of electricity. From behind your eyes, you could see a bright white light flash, and a groan from your upset classmate followed suit.
For a moment, you realised that this was reality for your blind boyfriend, Ominis, only able to use his other senses to imagine the world. A brief sadness crept over you, leaving a whimper to come out of your mouth, something that was noticed by your potions partner next to you, Sebastian.
“You alright?” He glanced over at you, cocking an eyebrow, quill hovering in the air.
You opened one eye, adjusting to the bright overhead candle that filled your vision in a flood of white. Sebastian looked down at you, some sort of concern on his face, chewing on the end of his quill. You groaned. “Just peachy…” You paused. “Just thinking.”
Sebastian scoffed. “Anything you want to share with the class?”
Lifting your head slightly, you look across the potion classroom, until your eyes land on the innocent target, blissfully unaware of your stalking eyes. Ominis, busy hunched over a potions book, was reading some words out to his partner, Leander. He seemed frustrated though, eyebrows furrowed deeply, as he kept rubbing his milky white eyes out of pure exhaustion. 
From just what you could witness, you knew how annoyed your boyfriend was getting by the ginger’s antics. You had heard many times about how “utterly useless and incorrigible” Leander was, through Ominis’ midnight rantings. Laying in bed, head on his heaving chest, you listened to his stream of consciousness. You pouted at the sight of his anger.
“Ominis doesn’t look happy today.” 
Rolling his eyes, Sebastian turned back to his book. “When is he ever when he's in potions class? Poor thing has to deal with Leander for two hours twice a week, I’m surprised he hasn’t ripped all his hair out of head. Pure misery, that’s him.” Sebastian bit his lip, a thought entering his head. “And it doesn’t help that he’s been unusually stroppy the last couple of days.”
You peered at Sebastian, narrowing your eyes, confused. You had barely had time to see your boyfriend in the past couple of days, so you hadn’t noticed any foul behaviour. “What do you me–”
Unfortunately, your question remained unanswered, as the shrill voice of Professor Sharp rang off across the classroom, scolding none other than Garreth Weasley. His face was so close to Garreth’s that they were almost touching. “How dare you not follow my instructions? Detention all next week. Now, clean this up and complete your actual task for homework.”
You snickered, burying your head in your arms, unable to hide away the humour in the situation. Making eye contact with the boy in trouble, he shrugged his shoulders at you. Although Professor Sharp had just told him to discard his potion, you watched as Garreth blatantly discarded those instructions, instead pouring the potion he was working on into a separate flask, before collecting his books back up. 
The bell rang, signalling the end of class, but you stayed rooted to your seat as you watched Garreth with intrigue, suddenly fascinated with what he was up to. As everyone filed out of class, you opted to corner your ginger friend, closing in on his defeated stature. His face was sallow, but he still kept a mischievous glint in his eyes. 
Backing away your bag, you vaguely registered Sebastian trying to talk to you, but you brushed him off, flaying your hand in the air, dismissively. As much as you loved your best friend, you currently didn’t have time for his questions.
Sliding on over to Garreth’s station, you pick up one of his scrawled notebooks, cheekily. “A little birdie told me you got told off again.”
Garreth jumped slightly at your appearance. “Well, then someone should do something about that gossip of a bird.” He lunged towards the book you were holding. “And we give that back!”
There was no point keeping it anyway, unable to read what covered the pages anyway. Garreth’s handwriting was like chicken scratch. Handing him back his book, you laughed at him, before eyeing the suspicious potion peeking out of his satchel bag. “What’s that?”
“Nothing interesting.” Garreth closed the lid on his bag, keeping the mystery out of sight. You frowned, not usually having to deal with Garreth’s secrecy. Normally, he lets you into his devious plans. 
Sighing, you began slowly walking away. “Oh, but it would be such a shame if Professor Sharp found out that you kept some of the potion he told you to discard–”
“Alright!” Garreth stopped you. “It really isn’t anything interesting, I promise, but if you’re still curious, meet me in the abandoned potions classroom on the second floor at midnight. Don’t be late.”
You grinned. You weren’t planning on it.
•┈୨♡୧┈•
When midnight finally came, you were more than excited for your nighttime escape. Cladded in a woollen jumper and tough shoes, you quietly crept down the staircases into the darkness of your common room. As you were about to slink through the door, a voice stopped you in your tracks, calling your name.
“Is that you?”
You immediately recognised the confused tone in your boyfriend’s voice, and a soft chuckle slipped from your mouth. Embarrassed, you covered your reddening face. “Hello darling, I didn’t see you sitting in the dark.”
Ominis pouted. “I didn’t realise a lamp wasn’t on. I was just doing some reading. Have you come to join me?”
“I would love to, truly, but I had other plans for tonight.” You bit your lip in thought. “Why aren’t you in bed?”
A loud groan escaped from Ominis, as he landed his heavy head in his lap. “Can’t sleep, too busy… thinking.”
You moved towards your troubled boyfriend, placing your hand around his. “A penny for your thoughts? I’ve noticed you’ve been… antsy recently, and I can’t help but feel like I'm doing anything for you.” You placed a gentle kiss on his temple. “What’s going on?”
Ominis cringed. “I don’t know how to speak about this; it’s too difficult to even word. And I don’t want to think you did anything wrong–”
“Wait, what?”
“–You’ve been nothing but amazing with everything. You’ve been doting, and kind, and thoughtful, and the time I spend with you, just you, is more cherishable than any worldly possession.”
“Then what’s wrong?” You pressed.
“I–” Ominis sighed. “Everytime we are intimate, I get sad.”
That definitely wasn’t what you were expecting Ominis to say. You retracted your hands for him, unsure if it was out of shock or mild disgust towards what he had said. Never in a million years had you expected your boyfriend, your loving, passionate boyfriend, to admit that love making with you had a melancholic effect on his psyche. Your face contorted with defiance, but you didn’t know how to fight this battle.
You pursed your lips. “Do I disgust you?”
In a flash of seconds, you could see every stage of grief flash over Ominis’ milky eyes, as he reached back towards your hands with comfort. You always relished in the warmth he would give you. 
“That’s not what I meant at all.” Ominis started. “I just meant that I feel as though my loss of sight is hindering my experience. Obviously, it’s not, but I can’t help but feel like I’m missing out on seeing you, my beauty, my radiance, the light of my life. Sometimes I wonder how I can feel whole if I can’t even see my other half. Every single time I hear someone compliment your appearance, I just wish I could see you. Everytime you’re under me, I just wish I could see you. Do you understand?”
You didn’t know if you did, but you nodded carefully, stroking small circles on the backs of Ominis’ mole-covered hands, in an attempt to find comfort for him. What you did understand was how difficult this must’ve been to tell you, and you couldn’t be happier that he was actually communicating with you. Leaning into him, you smiled. “Would you like to talk more about this in the morning?”
Ominis smiled. “Sure.”
“Would you like to accompany me to the abandoned potions classroom on the second floor?”
Ominis screwed his face up in confusion. “Why on earth would you want to go to that musty place at this time of night?”
You giggled. “Garreth seems to be working on a secret potion, and I’m curious to see what he’s up to.”
It didn’t take long to convince your stubborn boyfriend, as in a matter of minutes, you were slinking hand in hand, under a disillusionment spell, across the deserted halls of Hogwarts at night. It was a peaceful adventure, one that really helped calm you both down after the intensity of your previous conversation.
Unfortunately, the words Ominis had spoken still lingered in your mind like cigarette smoke. You couldn’t help but ponder what he had said, as if you were the problem. You knew that Ominis would never place blame on you, but you wish you had noticed sooner.
Every time you crawled into bed together, a mess of teeth and tongue, flesh and slick, you should’ve noticed the abundance of tension seeping out of his muscles, or the way he would hold back from touching you, from being close to you. There were so many signs that you were embarrassed that you hadn’t caught on to any of them. Were you a bad person?
Those thoughts were soon pushed out of your conscious mind when you arrived at your discreet destination. Creeping open the door, you were welcomed by the most vile stench you had every smell, bile rising in your throat as you coughed violently.
“What the hell are you making in here?” You spluttered, unable to think properly from the fumes. Luckily you had your boyfriend holding you arms, stopping you from falling over.
Garreth’s lifted his head up as he noticed you walk in, a giant grin stretched across his cheeks. “Ah, you finally came, and you brought a guest. The more the merrier, they say.” He welcomed you in, clapping his hands against your back. “You’re just in time for the main event.”
You could still hardly breathe from the vileness secreting into your sinuses. “Please make this worth it. I cannot begin to describe how putrid this room smells. I wouldn’t be surprised if I end up in the hospital room because of this.”
“You’ve got it easy.” Garreth laughed. “I have to drink this.” With fascination plastered on your face, you watched as the ginger placed the last ingredient into a small volume of the potion, and swirled it around his flask. You watched as the liquid changed colours very slightly.
Finally, Ominous asked the million dollar question. “What actually is that?”
With one gulp, Garreth drank the entire flask, pouring it down his throat with ease, but reacting to the taste like hot lava. After every last drop was swallowed, he finally gave an answer to the question. “Polyjuice potion. Tastes disgusting, but the results are fascinating. That last ingredient I added in? Those were human hairs, belonging to Professor Sharp. In just a few moments you’ll see what I mean by fascinating results, because the polyjuice potions changes your appearance to make you look like someone else.”
He wasn’t lying. Within short moments, Garreth had grown several inches, became thinner, more wrinklier, with his usual flaming locks transforming into dark brown hair. It was exhilarating to watch your best friend become a whole different person.
You spoke first. “Garreth?”
Your friend rubbed his eyes, no longer focussing on you two. Instead, he squinted in frustration. “Ugh, Professor Sharp’s eyesight sucks; It’s so blurry. This man cannot see shit.”
Laughing at those comments, you dismissed them right away, but your boyfriend seemed intrigued by what Garreth was saying, still rubbing his eyes out of annoyance. “What do you mean? Are you trying to tell me that you’ve adopted the same eyesight as Sharp?”
“Yeah, and it’s awful.” Garreth laughed. Walking over to a deserted closet in the classroom, Garreth grabbed out a bunch of clothes that bore a striking resemblance to the ones that Professor Sharp would normally wear, but you took no interest in Garreth’s immature plans. You believed fully that Garreth’s next plans would include terrorising a bunch of year two’s who were still awake at this time of night. What interested you the most was the quizzical look on Ominis’ face.
“What are you thinking?” 
Ominous grunted. “Be quiet, I have a plan.”
For the next few minutes, you made careless conversation with your friend, who explained to you the extent of his plan for the next hour, which included, but was not limited to, sneaking into the teacher’s quarters, stealing all their sweets, and trying his luck at the restricted section. With adrenaline, Garreth’s bumbling attitude had him out the door within minutes, leaving you and Ominis alone in the classroom. Alone with the remnants of the polyjuice potion.
Your boyfriend struck first, heading towards the still full potion. You tried to stop him, but with no luck. “Ominis, what do you think you’re doing?”
“What do you think I’m doing? I found a solution to our problems. One mouthful of that disgusting potion and I’ll be able to see your beautiful face, in all your glory. I have no care to worry about the temporary, but I’ll be able to finally see my shining star, my angel. You don’t realise how hard it is to go about my life, wishing I could see your eyes, and your smile, and your hair, and your beautiful lips. I need to do this.”
“And then what?” You questioned his frantic plan. “We share intimacy? You may be sharing intimacy with me, but I’ll have to stare at the face of someone who isn’t mine. I’ll have to live with the guilt of knowing another man who isn’t you.”
“But it is me!” Ominis raised his voice at you. “I am me, emotionally, spiritually, consciously. All you will have to know is the physicalities of another man.” His voice settled, calming down a bit. “I understand your point of you, and all I have to counter it is, for me? I know I cannot force you, but I know I can plead with you, even if you shut me down before I can even present my case.”
You bit your lip in anguish. “How sure are you? I need to know you are completely comfortable with this. This would be the strangest thing we’ve ever shared between us, and I need to know that this is exactly what you want.”
“I want this.” Ominis sighed, cupping your face with his hands. “Finally, I want to know you with all my senses.” He placed a kiss against your lips. “I need to know what love at first sight feels like to a man.”
You returned the kiss with fervour. “I will. I will for you. I love you Ominis.” Resting your head on his shoulder, another question popped into your mind.”
“Ominis.” He hummed in response. “Who are you going to choose to, you know, turn into?”
“Don’t worry. I have someone in mind.”
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Sebastian looked like he was about to doze off at the breakfast table, eye bags dark, head lost between the pages of some tatted book that he probably found illegally in the library. His brown locks were a mess atop his head and he had taken no notice of you and Ominis standing in the entrance of the hall, watching him from a distance.
“Sebastian.” You asked incredulously. “Really?”
Ominis scoffed, brushing you off. “He’s the only choice really. He’s the only person I trust you to know physically, since he is my best friend. I’ve also heard that he’s quite handsome, so I don’t know why you’re objecting.”
“I- It’s Sebastian! He would never agree to that.”
“He wouldn’t have to know.” Ominis smirked. “Now be a good girl and help me distract him so we can get a few hairs off of the top of his head, okay?”
And that’s how you found yourself sitting abnormally close to Sebastian, basically breathing down his neck, trying to get him to lean down just a bit more, but it proved to be a more difficult task than you initially thought.
“No, I don’t see the runes at the bottom of the page.” Sebastian squinted once more at the page in front of him, but refused to move his head downwards like you needed him to. You were about to give up when an idea struck, noticing a strange fold in the page. Just as Sebastian moved the book slightly, you pointed downwards.
“Did something just fall out of the book?”
Sebastian ducked immediately. “Where?” His voice went gruff as he finally looked closely at the bottom of the book, giving Ominis an ample opportunity to gently pluck a few hairs off of the top of Sebastian’s head, without the poor boy even noticing. When Ominis gave a nod, you knew that he had gotten what he needed.
You tutted. “Nevermind, it’s just a fold in the page.” You rested your head in your hand and sighed dramatically. “I thought I saw something.”
“It’s alright.” Sebastian muttered. “It’s no use anyway. I’m so tired, I just want to go to bed right now.”
“Early night?” You joked, but then saw Ominis shaking his head at you. Right, you guys would need the dorm room tonight, for activities. “You could– uh, sleep in the undercroft! Surely sleeping in a room without Ominis’ incessant snoring is exactly what you need tonight.
“What I need is a beater’s club to my head,” Sebastian smirked. “But a night alone sounds great as well.”
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It was almost time. Saying goodbye to Sebastian and sending him on his way was easy enough. With enough encouragement, he was gone before the sun had even fallen asleep beneath the hills, leaving the entire dormitory to you and your boyfriend, whose eyes had not stopped glinting with mischief all day.
The entire day had been a mixture of teasing touches, and whispers of dirty promises. You could still feel the feeling of Ominis’ hands creeping up your skirt in class, tracing your delicate thighs with the traction of a feather. The hot breath of his words still melted against your ears like an ice cold glass of water, and you were so thirsty.
But first, Ominis had to drink the potion.
“I really hope it’s not as awful as Garreth said it was.” You said, eying the murky brown liquid. “But by the smell of the classroom last night, I don’t think it’s going to taste like liquid gold either. Promise you’ll drink some water afterwards?”
Ominis sniffed the flask suspiciously. “It may taste, and smell, differently after adding the hairs, but I doubt so, unfortunately. I wonder if my taste buds will even survive this torture.”
“Well, for my sake,” You pointed downwards, towards your woman region,“and for my girl’s sake, I hope your taste buds come out the other side of this stronger than ever.”
The innuendo was not lost on your boyfriend, who now eagerly added the final remaining ingredient to the flask. Like last time, the colour faded slightly, into more of a mellow mud colour. Bringing the potion up to his nose, Ominous took a sniff, but didn’t recoil.
“Well?”
Ominis hummed. “Isn’t as bad as I expected. Almost woodsy. Like tree bark, or forest leaves. Doesn’t carry the same putridness as the one from last night. I’d even say this one is somewhat pleasant.” He dipped his finger in the potion. “It feels warm. Like a cup of tea. It’s odd.”
You egged him on. “Are you gonna drink it?”
“Patience.” Ominis laughed, but he followed through with your queries, throwing his head back and swallowing the potion in one. 
The effects started showing immediately. The white blouse that Ominis was wearing became too small for his torso, looking like it was about to burst at the seams, as his muscles filled out, and his shoulders broadened like the parting of a sea. Shrinking only half an inch, he now sat at Sebastian’s height, now growing into those features. Gone were those chiselled cheeks, replaced with the smattering of freckles across his face. Hair turned from gold to bronze, and eyes from the ocean to the earth.
“How do I look?” Sebastian– Ominis asked, voice now replaced with the slightly Scottish tenor of his best mate’s, turning towards you.
It was all so confusing. There stood your best friend, but with the mannerisms and posture of your boyfriends. Your body was conflicted too, as you couldn’t help but look at the physicality of your best friend in a new light.
Ominis seemed to be going through his own internal conflict. When he first took the potion he really had no idea if he was going to notice any change with his sight, but when it became bright, too bright, he knew that his hypothesis had been true. It was strange at first, adjusting to a whole new sense. His brain was confused, angry almost, trying to force him back down into a headache, but he persisted.
The world seemed strange. Finally, he knew what it meant to see colour, to see light, and to see beauty. He thought the bed was beautiful. He thought the floor was beautiful. He thought the walls around him were beautiful, but most importantly, the woman in front of him was more than beautiful.
Like an iridescent angel fallen from the heavens above, she was perfect to him. Beautiful didn’t even cover the beginning of what he thought about his girlfriend. Unable to articulate verbally, he stood motionless, as the angel before him tried to capture his attention away from his admiration. 
“Ominis, are you okay? Did it work?” You asked cautiously, worried about what emotions he could possibly be feeling if the answer was no, but the way he was actually facing you, actually looking at you, you were sure that you knew the answer.
Ominis took a breath. “I understand what beautiful is.” He took one step towards you, reaching outwards, but your body didn’t naturally move towards him, still hesitant about yearning for Sebastian’s face and Sebastian’s physique. It wasn’t quite right.
It didn’t feel quite right as his lips touched yours, moving naturally, but feeling like a stranger. You melted like you normally did, but it was with effort, still getting used to the scent of Sebastian wafting into your veins. Reciprocating Ominis’ love filled kiss was more difficult than you would’ve ever thought. You hated how you felt.
“I need you.” Ominis muttered, his voice silky like Sebastian’s. “I need to see what you look like when you’re pleased. I need to know what pleasure looks like dressed on you. I need to see you contort yourself like a good girl. I need you.” 
How could you deny such pleads? Nodding along to the words he spoke, you started on the buttons of your blouse, but were soon swatted from your task, your hands quickly replaced by Sebas– Ominis’ hand. It didn’t feel right watching Sebastian undress you, so you closed your eyes, resting against the unusually broad chest in front of you. 
If Ominis noticed your internal conflict, he didn’t mention it, having the time of his life running his hands down the curves of your soft body, melting at the images he now didn’t have to visualise himself. Reaching down, he placed open mouthed kisses against your throat, eliciting moans from your throat. 
He was marking you, you knew that. The mouth of your best friend was claiming you as a lover, and you enjoyed it, finding pleasure in the heat of the moment, pooling in your panties shamefully. Something about what Ominis was capable of made you fall from your grace and become nothing but a dog in heat. Wrapping your arms around his frame, you pulled him in closer, under you could hear his voice against the shell of your ear. “Get on your knees.”
You knew it was your Ominis, but you hesitated at Sebastian's voice. Obeying anyway, suck downwards, opening up for what was expected. Except, it wasn’t the familiar cock of your boyfriend. It was different from usual, slightly thicker, shorter, with unfamiliar veins running up the length. 
“Suck it.” Ominis’ domineering personality crept out, and you obeyed. It was odd at first, but you got used to this new weight. At first, you placed a gentle kiss at the tip of his cock, watching the precum leak out in generous blobs. Your tongue darted out, lapping greedily at what you were given. Even the taste was different, slightly saltier, slightly muskier. Slicking up the entirety of his cock, you coated it generously, before opening your mouth wider to take more.
With enthusiasm, you took him all, pumping what was remaining with your left hand, and leaving your right hand to rest against his thigh, that twitched with every harsh sucked. His skin, covered in goosebumps, was on fire, the electricity of the moment throbbing in his cock. Ominis wasn’t going to last long, and you knew it.
Still, you threw your head forward, swallowing the tip, feeling him stutter with your movements. Hands threaded in your hair, tugging on your roots, getting a good grip on your head. Ominis had obviously had enough of your teasing, and decided to use you as he needed. It wasn’t long before until you felt his breathing change and his voice falter.
“I’m gonna–”
Cum. It splurted down your throats, in thick ropes you had never experienced before. It was all too much as you lurched away from the cock, more cum landing across your cheeks and necks. Looking up through glazed eyes and thick eyelashes, you watched Sebastian above you, peering down at you curious.
Nimble fingers stroked your face, moving around the sticky liquid, making even more of a mess as his face lit up in delight. You hated the way your body clenched at the thought of Sebastian taking you, needing that spent cock inside of you as soon as possible. You whimpered.
“Please…”
“Please what?” Ominis asked, tugging on his spent cock, slowly hardening again in the palm of his hand. You ducked your head embarrassed.
“Please fuck me.”
You were surprised he didn’t make you beg, as he lifted you up with an ease he’d never experience. Manhandling you onto the nearest bed, he pressed your chest down on the mattress, and flipped up your skirt. You didn’t even have any time to voice your confusion before the thick cock slid into your slick folds, forcing a moan out of you immediately.
Reaching for the blankets to have something, anything, to ground yourself with, you took the hammering like a champion. The immediate pace was frenzied, with no warming up on your part at all. You felt more alive than ever, alert as his deft hands curled around your wrists, holding them together as leverage to get a better angle.
You were drooling on the blankets. The angle was perfectly hitting your g-spot with every rough thrust, the material of the duvet rubbing against your swollen, patient clit, in desperate need of some attention. Every nerve on your body was screaming in pleasure and pain, completely conflicted with every emotion that struck your heart. At least you didn’t have to look into the eyes of your best friend.
Finally, Ominis let go of one of your hands, snaking around your front so he could begin his assault on your clit. His voice was gruff in your ear. “I need you to come for me baby.”
You nodded pathetically, eyes rolling back as every thrust inside of you became more agitated than the last. Tears were free falling from your face now. In the midst of your pleasure, you didn’t even notice the door to the dormitories open, until you heard the voice of…
“What?!”
Turning your head, you couldn’t help let a pained sob out of your throat as you laid eyes with another Sebastian, the Sebastian. In an instance, there was no longer a body pressing down on you, letting you sink down onto the ground. You barely registered that sound of an angry spell being cast across the dorm room, followed by the patting of footsteps both across the dorm, towards the door, and towards you.
You knew it was the real Sebastian still left in the room as you felt a blanket cover your half naked form, keeping your modesty. You knew it was the real Sebastian as when you fell into his shoulder, unable to keep in the tears, he hesitated before placing a comforting hand against your bare shoulder. You knew it was the real Sebastian as he asked you repeatedly what was going on.
You knew he saw himself, fucking you like it was a matter of life and death, a reflection of a reality that his brain couldn’t comprehend.
You, on the other hand, had no thoughts left, falling unconscious on the shoulder of your best friend, with your boyfriend having run away in shame. 
“i've seen the devil,
down sunset,
in every place,
in every face.”
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ouch angst. owie.
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cuffmeinblack · 2 years ago
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Smile In Your Sleep
Sebastian Sallow x f!MC (she/her)
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Tags: explicit | non-con | somnophilia | dark!Sebastian | delusional thoughts
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Summary: Sebastian watches her when she sleeps, safe in his arms as she seeks comfort from her nightmares. Beautiful, perfect, and utterly irresistible; who could blame him for indulging?
A/n: *sweats* I'm so sorry, Seb. I made him completely delulu and predatory, this boy is fucked up.
When had merely watching her sleep become not enough? Sebastian pondered the question as he lay in bed, willing her to crawl in with him through some hitherto unheard of telepathy; a cruel thought, as she only ever did so when suffering from particularly horrendous nightmares. He missed her warmth, particularly on these cold Winter nights, though he was restless when she did make an appearance.
He closed his eyes, picturing her laying next to him—eyes shut, her dark eyelashes fluttering as she dreamed, cheeks flushed from the heat under the heavy duvet and those kissable lips just barely parted to aid soft breaths. His memory conjured images of the slow rise and fall of her chest beneath those gorgeous breasts that regularly featured in his own dreams. Sebastian gripped his aching length, his clothes long banished as he lay in the confines of his bed. He lingered on the thought of pushing himself into her mouth, parting those lips further as he slid down her throat. In his fantasies, she didn't react; merely lay still, statuesque, perfect as he violated her.
"F-fuck…," he stuttered as he came hard, spilling over his hand and stomach.
The shame that so usually flooded his mind had gradually dulled over the weeks, making way for a resignation that this was no passing phase. What bothered Sebastian now wasn't the activities he conducted in private—that was his own business, after all—it was the desire to act out his fantasies, growing ever stronger each time she made his way to him during those hard nights. That spurred his guilt, more so because she was particularly vulnerable in those moments, being subjected to horrors she begged him to be able to forget.
He cleaned himself up with a sigh before heading to the shower for a more thorough cleanse, though it did nothing to wash away the unease settling in his stomach. Once dressed, he walked down to the common room with Ominis, spotting her leaning casually by the window and prompting his insides to squirm. She greeted them cheerily as they approached, running her fingers through her hair to sweep it out of her face, like some sort of temptress meant only to torture Sebastian. It was no secret that he found her attractive, except maybe to the woman herself, but not a living soul knew the depths of his depravity when it came to his lustful thoughts.
As she sat across the table from him at breakfast, he felt as if she could read his mind the way her eyes seemed to scrutinise everything he did, and he silently prayed to Merlin that she wasn't a secret legilimens.
"You okay, Seb?" she asked.
Sebastian smiled and nodded, heaping porridge into his bowl and shovelling it into his mouth to avoid speaking. He was far too distracted for small talk, and besides that, he could barely look at her these days without imagining his cock in her mouth.
"How did you sleep?" Ominis asked.
"Better," she smiled with a sigh of relief. "Maybe my nightmares have stopped."
Well, that wouldn't do.
Sebastian peered over his bowl and caught her watching him, her piercing eyes seeming to want to communicate something. Would she be disappointed, too? Would she lament the fact that she no longer had an excuse to sleep next to him?
"That’s good," Sebastian remarked whilst idly stirring more honey into his breakfast.
She hummed in assent, never taking her eyes off him.
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Not three days later, her presumption was proven false—her nightmares were far from finished tormenting her. She slid into his bed once again, shaking slightly, whether from the cold, shock or fear he couldn't tell. He bundled her into his arms as soon as she hit the mattress, curling into a fetal position as he enveloped her back in a blanket of warmth and calm.
"Are you okay?" he asked gently.
"Yes, I'll be alright. It wasn't as bad as…"
She couldn't finish her sentence, instead lapsing into silence as Sebastian stroked her hair and the last of her sobs subsided. He knew the nightmares she had alluded to; he had them too, sometimes.
She drifted off to sleep quickly, leaving Sebastian once again in an internal struggle between giving into the temptation that roared behind his ribcage, a beast waiting to be sated, and the simple duty of respecting his dearest friend. He told himself that he was disgusting, depraved, a monster, but the words meant nothing as he gazed down at her sleeping form in the dim light, noticing the gentle swell of her breasts underneath her cotton chemise. Her nipple had slipped, tantalisingly close to being exposed by the smallest of shuffles. Once again, Sebastian rationalised his actions, downplaying their gravity—he simply wanted to hasten the inevitable.
Propped on his elbow as he leaned over her, he delicately peeled the fabric down, revealing her soft, pink nipple. Saliva pooled in the well of his mouth as his cock twitched against her perky cheeks, and Sebastian suppressed a groan that would surely wake her. Just a quick touch, then he'd stop. His thumb brushed her nipple, her body responding even in unconsciousness as it formed a stiff peak at his touch. Fuck, he wanted to take it into his mouth, swirl his tongue over that perfect little mound. The thought sent blood rushing away from his head—and whatever part of his brain that was responsible for his self restraint—and straight to his cock.
Sebastian slid a hand under the chemise to gently cup her breast, her flesh perfectly filling his palm. His dark eyes flickered shut as he felt the weight, brushed the silken skin and gently pinched her nipple. Perfect. He was impossibly aroused now, his cock swelling at an alarming rate in his pyjama trousers. The only relief lay in her warm body nestled against him, and the temptation was simply too strong. His eyes opened again to watch her face, for any indication that she was waking as he rolled his hips into her backside.
She was so fucking soft. Her perfect arse moulding around his erection like it was meant for him. Still she slept as he palmed her breast, growing bolder every second with a firmer grip and a harder push of his hips. He wanted to moan into her ear, tell her she was such a good girl, but of course he couldn't; his game was one of stealth and silence. He couldn't stop his heavy breath or involuntary hitches as he grinded gently against her, but it soon became apparent that this gentle caress wouldn't be enough to rid him of his painfully throbbing desire.
Sebastian shuffled back slightly, taking the arm trapped under his body and wrapping his hand around his length with a shudder, whilst his other stayed firmly glued to her breast. He massaged her in rhythm to the strokes he gave his cock, his orgasm building so quickly from just how fucking wrong this was. Still he pumped himself, smearing the slick that dribbled from the tip down his entire length, filling the canopy with wet slapping sounds that were far too loud—but he couldn't stop, he was so close. He looked down at her face once more, eyes fixed on those plump lips so ready for the taking, and she moaned. A gentle sound, almost a breath, as she shuffled on the mattress slightly, bringing her knee higher and face pressed into the pillow.
No, Sebastian couldn't stop the inevitable, not even if he'd tried, which he didn't. He shot his load all over her clothed back, fucking his hand furiously as cum spurted in thick ropes across her pretty cotton chemise. His head was spinning, barely able to breathe from the intensity of his release. It was fucking incredible. It could have been seconds, minutes, or hours as he gasped quietly through the pleasure, but eventually he was empty, oversensitive and completely spent. He slumped back on the pillow, looking down at the mess he'd made of his hand and the sheet beneath them, his post-orgasm clarity ruining the perfect moment.
Shit. He removed his hand gently from her breast, pulling the top up to cover her still stiff nipple and groped around outside of the curtain for his wand, trying not to move too much. After an agonising few seconds of patting his nightstand, he finally found it, casting a non-verbal cleaning charm to vanish the soaking mess. It wasn't quite perfect, but he daren't utter the incantation aloud. This was his bed, as such, the slightly crusted layer on his sheet wasn't too much of a problem, but the same couldn't be said of her pyjamas. As she started to stir and the light began filtering through the gap she'd made in the curtain, Sebastian hoped against all odds that she wouldn't notice his shame smeared across her back.
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Sebastian watched her over breakfast for any indication that she knew what he'd done, but she was apparently none the wiser, her usual self. He thought she may have lingered a little longer on his eyes as she looked at him that morning, her face a tad more flushed than usual, but she said nothing. If she had known, she had decided to allow it, which made Sebastian all the more bolder.
Night after night, she told him her nightmares had returned, though he noted the absence of any tears after a while. Perhaps it was just wishful thinking, or a desperate need to justify his actions by telling himself that she wanted this, but he had almost convinced himself that it was true. He'd held back from doing what he really wanted, from truly claiming her whilst she slept, but his apprehension was melting away with every night she willingly found herself in his bed.
"Are you okay?" he asked once again as she lay curled up in his arms.
"Yeah. I'm better now."
Better with me.
She offered herself so willingly, such that the flickering flame of guilt was extinguished the moment her soft snores met his ears. Too beautiful to resist, and so responsive to his touch. His breath ghosted her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps prickling her flesh. Over her shoulder his gaze roamed and his fingers followed, the featherlight touch he employed barely registering to her nerves.
Sebastian’s ear was pricked for any variation in her breathing as he delved under her top, this time a less attractive buttoned shirt; but no matter, it was what lay underneath that counted. His hands provided and her body responded just as he’d hoped. This, he was used to now. This, was safe. He could caress her breasts and barely satisfy himself with his hand, but the allure of what lay next to his throbbing length was what kept him awake even on the nights he spent alone.
He dared to go further even as the bile rose in his throat, planting a kiss on her neck whilst his eyes stayed fixed on her peacefully resting visage. Illuminated by the strip of moonlight cascading through the gently rippling waters, she looked almost ethereal. There could be no snarky comments or irritating little habits; in stillness and silence she was captivating, absolutely perfect.
Another kiss, and another, until his brain was no longer capable of rational thought amongst the onslaught of hormones, and he licked the skin at the crook of her neck. Not a tentative dab with the tip of his tongue but a thick, wet stripe. She tasted of the tang of her perfume and partially of the sweat brought on by her night terrors; so enticingly forbidden. There was no stopping now—he was bordering on crazed, his mind addled with lust and a reckless disregard for any consequences.
His hand slid down her clothed back as he ignored his straining erection; there would be time for that soon. With gentle tugs, he worked on shimmying her pyjama trousers down, the soft skin of her cheeks that brushed his knuckles sending his head spinning. Faster he moved until she was exposed to him, and he took a moment to drink in the soft curves before cupping her behind with both hands.
What he wouldn’t give to dig his fingertips into her flesh, to leave bruises and indents along her hips. His fingers flexed involuntarily at the thought, barely pulling himself back before he acted on the impulse. He needed to be gentle, just like the steady breaths she continued to exhale. His hand glided down, slipping between her thighs where he was greeted by her slick entrance.
Sebastian could have spilled just then, messing his pyjamas from simply feeling her arousal. He took a deep breath as his middle finger gently stroked his prize before slowly pressing inside her. She had no reaction, none whatsoever—both reassuring and deeply disappointing. He was up to his knuckle, teasing her open with strokes of his finger. In the near-silence every squelch was audible, and deliciously obscene.
"So fucking wet for me," he whispered, barely audibly.
She shuddered, and Sebastian flinched and stilled his hand as his heart almost leapt out of his chest. That had been a sudden reaction to his words, not his slow and steady movements. He waited, but her eyes stayed shut and breath remained steady as she appeared to sleep on. Resuming his rhythm, he had the sneaking suspicion that she was at least partially lucid. She was letting this happen.
He slipped another finger inside her, growing steadily more reckless as he felt himself lose control over his desire. The minutes spent preparing her felt like an eternity, but once he was finally satisfied she could handle him, Sebastian was barely holding it together. As his hand wrapped around his cock to guide his way, a tiny moan fell from his lips before he could stop himself. Still she didn't stir, an invitation to continue.
He pressed his head against her dripping entrance and pushed, stopping as just the tip was enveloped in her warmth. So fucking perfect. All Sebastian could think of was filling her up completely, letting her drip his seed onto the sheets as she slept on, completely oblivious. The thought was almost enough to end him, and he willed himself to move, screwing his eyes shut in some pathetic attempt to delay his release.
He was doomed as soon as she began to stir at the first thrust. He moved slowly, gently, but he hit her deep, and those soft, rhythmic breaths became quicker and uneven. And then she moaned. Not a breathy sigh but an exclamation of pleasure that his roommates would no doubt have heard. He wished then that he could delve into her thoughts, to see what her unconscious mind had conjured in response to his intrusion. He was sure that he would see himself, pleasuring her as he did now.
"I'm so fucking close, please let me come," Sebastian whispered in her ear.
He didn't expect a response, at least not a lucid one—even if she'd given him one, he was too far gone to have processed it. The flutter of her walls around his cock was almost too much, and a confirmation that she was enjoying this just as much as he was. Every heavy breath against her neck and every shunt across the mattress brought her further out of her deep sleep. At that point, Sebastian cared very little about what might happen if she did wake, clinging to the belief that she would welcome his advances with open arms.
"Oh…wha-…?"
A confused and hoarse whisper escaped her throat, her eyes still glued shut.
Fuck.
"Do you want me to stop?"
Please say no.
"Don't…don't stop…"
Sebastian willed himself to last just a little longer, not merely seeking his own gratification but determined to have her fall apart by his touch.
"Come on, beautiful…," he encouraged with the smallest whispers.
She was so tight, her muscles gripping his cock as her abdomen clenched under his palm before she reached her climax. She writhed against him with heavy breaths and involuntary moans, the pulsing around his length enough to tip him over the edge with her. Sebastian groaned as he stilled, allowing the grip of her slick cunt to tease every drop of cum from him. The light was too dim to see clearly, but his finger found where they joined and his vision faded to black at the utter euphoria of the feel of his seed dripping from her.
Once the ringing in his ears subsided and he propped himself up on his elbow, he'd half expected her to greet him with a dozy smile, but her eyes were screwed tightly shut. Her body still twitched against him, but her breath was slowing once again, her limbs limp against the mattress. She was still asleep, and whatever words she'd uttered had been a product of her unconcious mind.
Shame washed over him once more, tempered by the knowledge that she'd been dreaming of him. He'd told himself this was the last time, now he'd been satisfied, though she looked even more angelic now that he'd had his way with her—she had a slight sheen of sweat across her deeply blushing skin that glistened tantalisingly in the light from the celestial bodies. Reining in the desire to taste her again, he let her rest, performing his cleanup ritual in silence. His spells were much more effective now, though he hesitated when he pointed his wand at the pool of cum dripping from her violated cunt. He rubbed his fingers into the damp fabric, carving the memory into his brain before it vanished.
Sebastian slept soundly that night, holding her tightly as he waited eagerly for morning.
-
She looked positively elated, if slightly abashed, and Sebastian knew why. She must remember the dream, the mind-blowing orgasm he'd given her—he could practically feel the heat coming off of her.
"What's got you smiling this morning?" Sebastian asked over the breakfast table.
"I had a strange dream, that's all," she said, barely suppressing a smirk as a blush crossed her cheeks.
"Oh? What about?"
She lowered her voice to barely a whisper, casting furtive glances around the table for anyone listening in.
"It was quite scandalous..."
Sebastian looked up at her from his dipped head with a knowing smirk, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
"Yeah? And who, pray tell, did this dream involve?"
"Garreth Weasley," she giggled.
The colour drained from Sebastian's face and a burning rage coursed through his veins. His mouth formed a hard line as he looked back down at the table and hoped she hadn't noticed his reaction. Oh, last night wouldn't be the last time, not by a fucking long shot—Sebastian's pride wouldn't allow it. He would have her dreams reflecting reality, until she moaned his name in her slumber.
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hogwartslegacypics · 2 years ago
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HL2 Discussion Post
Figured it would be fun to make a little post about the sequel and say what I’m looking forward to/hope to see from it, and everyone else can reblog or comment with what they hope to see!
DIRECT SEQUEL!! This is the most important one to me. I want to continue with the same storyline and the same characters.
ROMANCE! I feel like they will implement this just because of how much everyone has been asking for it. Not even just romance, it would be cool to have friendship meters as well so we can see if someone is just an acquaintance all the way to a close friend.
DECISIONS THAT MATTER! I know we technically can make decisions in this game, but they don’t change anything except a few lines of dialogue. I want actual impact. I want our decisions to change what can happen, or change our friendship/relationship with the characters.
MORE CLASSES! I honestly wouldn’t mind if they had us repeat activities in classes for the same class (like if we got another potions class and again had to go through the same motions to brew a potion), because realistically speaking we would be going to the same class multiple times and doing basically the same things.
DEMENTORS! I’d love to learn the patronus charm and be able to use it on them. Maybe it could be like a POA situation where a prisoner escaped and dementors are around the grounds? I know there’s a shit ton of patronuses and it’s a lot of work to animate them, so I wouldn’t even be upset if there were only like 10 to pick from.
QUIDDITCH! This may not end up being a thing because of the other Quidditch game coming out, but I still hope it is. Even if we ourselves can’t play it, it would still be a cool little immersive activity to sit on the stands and be able to watch a Quidditch game play out. Also beater!Sebastian
DIAGON ALLEY! Going back as sixth years, we need to get our supplies so it’s a perfect way include it in the game! Imagine going with Seb, Ominis, Poppy, and Natty in the beginning of the game! Walking around and getting our supplies just like we did in the Hogsmeade quest.
CHRISTMAS AND/OR HALLOWEEN EVENTS! Imagine if we could actually celebrate those holidays in the game! Exchanging gifts with our friends (going to Hogsmeade to shop for them, and maybe we have a choice of like 10ish items and we have to pick one for each friend we think they’d like best, and they have a different reaction programmed for each gift we can give them, and it could impact how much the friendship/relationship meter goes up), and they give us a gift based on our play style or level of closeness to them?
PETS!! We know pets were supposed to be in this game so I feel like they might make the cut the second time around. Just imagine having your own cat or owl! So cute!
COMPANIONS! And I mean without needing a mod to make it happen!
RESOLUTION FOR THE SEBASTIAN STORYLINE! Ok so I feel like this one is a given assuming it’ll be a direct sequel but I still wanted to mention it. I hope we can cure Anne somehow, whether it be actually us doing it or finding something with Sebastian. Also see how Sebastian is dealing with the murder, and coping without Anne, and hopefully seeing them get along again. Anne coming back to Hogwarts too if she’s cured!
LET US SIT AND SLEEP! Especially in the Great Hall! Doesn’t need to be a frequent thing, but maybe like once a season we have a little scene with our MC sitting in there having dinner with friends in their house? NPCs need to sleep at night too!
NO MORE MERLIN TRIALS!! I never wanna do a Merlin Trial ever again. I hate the process of having to do a bunch of repetitive, tedious tasks just to unlock stuff.
MORE LOCATIONS! I don’t mean the Highlands, I mean London, the Ministry of Magic, Diagon Alley, etc. Would be cool to get to visit each of these locations at least once.
HOUSE POINTS! Give us a house points system where we can have points given or taken away from us! I guess this could kind of double as a morality system too?
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writing-intheundercroft · 2 years ago
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Your Ivy Grows // Properly
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Summary: Ominis Gaunt cannot see, but he can feel. He can feel the tall thickets of grass outside of his Aunt Noctua's house, now his for the summer. He can feel the sand down by the beach, the water of the tide pools, the overgrown ivy in Noctua's beloved garden. Most importantly, he can feel the gentle brush of his house guest's hand against his as they take their daily walk. He fears that he may feel much, much more for his new house guest.
Word Count: 3,782
Chapter Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Smut, Oral Sex, NSFW, MDNI
A/N: a lil porn, a lil plot. Happy Sunday!
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Ominis regretted many things in his short life, but his actions the night of the ball were now probably the top of his list.  He’d been impulsive, jealous of all the men who’d crowded around his beautiful houseguest, clamoring to know her.  He knew none of them would truly get to understand her the way he did, and he could think of nothing but staking his claim in her and taking her home.
He should’ve just dragged her home–but instead, he’d sat her in a chair in the library, attempting to taste her with a party full of his peers on the other side of the door. For the first time in his life he’d been thankful that Sebastian interrupted him.
The carriage ride home had been silent, as was breakfast the next day.  He’d heard one word answers at dinner, and she retired to bed early, claiming to still have a headache from all the champagne she’d drank the night before. He could take the hint–she didn’t want his presence. 
And yet, Ominis yearned for her.  He missed their conversations; her chattering at breakfast about what tasks they would tackle that day, and the endless facts she would spout about the plants in the garden. She’d told him how hollyhock could grow to be just as tall as him, and that she’d once met a potions master who tried using foxglove from the garden in place of powdered asphodel in a draught of living death (results unseen).  His houseguest had explained that english ivy, the luscious vines that Aunt Noctua had found so pretty, was invasive, and could easily destroy the other plants in the garden if not properly trimmed and cared for.
Ominis thought about how pretty she sounded when she spoke about the garden, excited over her work.  The words would spill over her delicate lips as she rambled.  It was his second favorite thought–the first being her gasping his name as he pressed his mouth against the curve of her soft thigh.
Ominis jolted out of bed, groaning as he returned to reality.  He felt himself through his cotton pants, painfully hard and dripping at the thought of her saying his name.  He shamefully pulled his waistband down, wrapping his fingers around his length.  Ominis stroked himself slowly, wishing it was her fingertips on him instead.  He relished the memory of touching her face in the dressing room–those soft, pillowy lips, and the way she’d parted them when his digits pressed into them.  Ominis imagined her doing the same thing, except she was on her knees, lips flush against his leaking tip.  She would take him so well with her mouth, he thought while picking up speed, remembering the way she’d ran her tongue around his bleeding finger. He wondered how she would have felt if he’d been able to kiss her cunt the way he’d wanted to.
Ominis came, spilling onto himself, gasping her name.
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“Don’t go,” Ominis croaked.
It was late in the afternoon, and she’d been avoiding him again.  Ominis had decided to take a turn around the garden, knowing very well she might be hiding amongst the foliage.  He’d been correct–she was laying underneath the birch trees, no doubt reading one of the books she’d taken out of the library.  He heard her shuffle, trying to get up before he could close the distance between them.
“I know you’re avoiding me,” Ominis admitted. “And I’m sorry.”
She sucked in a breath; he heard the way her skirts crumpled as she sat back down on the blanket she’d spread across the grass. “Sorry for what, exactly?”
Ominis shuffled towards her. “Where do I start?” He asked sheepishly.
“Sit,” she instructed. Ominis obeyed, falling to the knit blanket next to her.
“I’m sorry for acting so boorishly.” Ominis blurted. 
“Be more specific,” she demanded. “Are you referring to pulling me away from the dancing, or what you were doing with your mouth?”
Ominis felt his face heat up. “Er, both, I suppose.”
She was silent for a moment, and then cleared her throat. “I thought we were friends,” she murmured. “But friends don’t kiss friends that way.”
“I never wanted to make you feel uncomfortable,” Ominis said softly. “I’m supposed to be protecting you. Merlin, I’m the very threat you need to be protected from. I…I just wanted to kiss you.”
Ominis felt a soft hand on his cheek; he leaned into the warmth. 
“If you wanted to kiss me, you could’ve just asked.” she said.  He could tell there was a smile on her lips just by the way the words lilted in the air.  
Ominis chewed his lower lip. “You’d just said you’d never known a man long enough to court him, and I practically dove onto you.  It was undignified of me.”
She laughed. “I rather like it when you’re less prim and proper.  It’s a nice juxtaposition against your appearance.”
Ominis felt his heart flutter. It had been so long since he’d had a crush that made him feel so deeply–and even longer since it had been reciprocated physically.  He pressed his cheek further into her hand.
“If we proceed in the direction I assume we are,” Ominis gulped, “I would like to do this properly.”
“I thought I just told you I preferred when you were less of a gentleman,” she teased.
Ominis rolled his eyes. “I mean it,” he said, holding his hand out.  He felt a shiver of pride knowing he’d assumed correctly–she slid her long, slender hand into his. “I’m going to court you. Respectably, like a lady.”
“And what would that entail?” She asked.
Ominis blushed. “Lots of walking. Picnics, dinners together.  Dancing, if you’d like.”
“Sounds nice,” she cooed. “Very sweet.”
“Getting to know one another,” Ominis added. “What you like, what I like.  Things that interest us.”
“Besides my lips, of course.” she jested.
Ominis tugged at his collar. “Moving into the right direction.  It would also include a few other…less respectable activities.  Like my lips on yours,” he murmured, pulling her closer to his lap. “Sneaking out at night, which you already like to do.  Kissing you in the garden where no one can find us.” His lips ghosted over hers, and she whined at how light his touch was.
“Must you always tease me?” she grumbled.
“Courting can be very, very fun for both of us,” Ominis whispered, an arm snaking around her waist. “I can show you that.” He could feel her curls tickling his forehead, and he wanted nothing more than to snake his hands through her hair.
“Alright, I’ll let you court me,” she breathed. “Just kiss me already.”
Ominis happily obliged, leaning into her.
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“Have you courted anyone before?” She asked.  They were down by the shore, walking on the sand.  Only days into their exploratory courtship, Ominis had been painfully proper with her.  If he were going to do it, he was going to do it right, he thought. So far, it had just been sweet kisses, nothing more.  He relished the feeling of her getting impatient with him, the way her body pushed against his for more.  Ominis knew if he really wanted to, he could have her coming undone beneath him in minutes.  He didn’t want to tease her, but the building anticipation would be worth it.
Ominis shoved his hands into his pockets. “I have.” he admitted. “A few girls, those that my mother put up for me.  Never got very far with them.”
“Not the way you have with me?” She asked curiously.
Ominis laughed. “No, never.” he said softly. “I only took them to dinners, galas, balls.  The opera, if they wanted.  I've grown up with most of them at school, and they all know I don’t want to get married.” The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop, and he sensed his houseguest pause.
“You don’t?” she asked.
Ominis gulped. “Not in the way my family wants me to.” he kicked a seashell. “My family would want me to marry an obedient girl, have a bunch of children, and continue the family legacy, whatever that is.” he wrinkled his nose in disgust. “Not for love.  None of my siblings have married for love, and they’re all miserable.”
“Your brother and his wife didn’t seem miserable at the ball,” she observed. “They actually looked quite in love with one another.” “Because that wasn’t his wife,” Ominis interjected. “You mean the woman sitting beneath him? That’s one of his many mistresses. I think that one specifically was Araminta; she’s been with him since their school days.”
“They were all over each other,” his houseguest gasped. “And there’s more?”
“Yes,” Ominis said wryly. “My brother married his wife when he was twenty, and they’ve despised each other for years.  I doubt they’ve ever spent a night together.  He spends most of his time in London, entertaining a revolving door of women who desire him for his name.”
There was a foreboding silence between the two of them as they walked next to each other.  She cleared her throat, digging her heels into the sand.
“Your aunt never married either,” she echoed. “Why?”
“She didn’t.” Ominis swallowed thickly. “I was three when she graduated Hogwarts, five when my father demanded she start courting suitors. Six, when she turned them all down and decided to become my governess. She always told me she didn’t want to get married.  That she’d die a happy spinster in her seaside home with a lovely garden.” he recalled.
“She was so young,” his houseguest observed. “I think I would’ve chosen the same path as her, if given the opportunity.”
“And what about you?” Ominis asked, desperate to move the subject away from his family. “Have you never dreamt of getting married?”
She snorted. “I was a tomboy all my life until my mother forced me to start wearing dresses. I was never the type to dream about a big white wedding.” She paused, kicking at a piece of driftwood. “I do want to spend my life with someone.” She added. “But I don’t believe it needs to be so black and white, the way your society does it.”
Ominis felt her arm loop through his. She thought so oppositely than any girl he’d ever met before. She was smart, witty, and good with her hands.  Clearly she was beautiful; all of Marvolo’s acquaintances were tripping over themselves to speak with her at the ball. And perhaps she was only interested in him because he was her only companion, but Ominis was strangely okay with that.  
Whatever afforded him her presence was fine enough.  
“Tell me, Ominis,” she said, breaking him out of his thoughts. “What would make you want to marry a girl?”
Ominis blushed–he knew she loved it when he did so–before he cleared his throat.
“I’d want someone to be my partner, through and through.” he said plainly. “Someone who could give as equally as they receive.  None of that subservient behavior.” he shivered slightly before proceeding with his next thought. “Someone who would be my best friend.”
She was silent for a moment, with just the sound of the waves crashing against sand to fill the void.
“Something tells me Sebastian would have a hard time being replaced,” she joked.
Ominis snorted as he laughed, and she gripped his arm tighter.
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Dinner had passed, and Ominis knew she’d be in her chambers, preparing for bed.  Golly was in the kitchens cleaning up from dinner, so he knew she’d be preoccupied.  He loosened his tie, knuckles rapping lightly on the door.
She opened it in seconds, wrapping her dressing gown tighter around her body. “Ominis,” she breathed. 
“Another fun part to courtship,” Ominis grabbed her hand. “Sneaking out.” He tugged her from the door, her slippers thwacking against the hardwood floor. “Come on, let’s go.”
“Where are you taking me?” she gasped as they tiptoed down the stairs.
“Just the garden,” Ominis teased. “You’ll enjoy it, I promise.”
The two of them moved with ease; The warm summer air was thick, their feet crunching on the stone path as they walked towards the garden.  Ominis guided her through the twists and turns, down to the little courtyard with a marble bird bath in the center.  They were surrounded by tall boxwoods, hidden from the world.
“Merlin, it’s like the garden never ends.” she hummed.  Ominis sat on the bench, eyes closed.  Just from the rustling of the bushes, he could tell she was circling him, running her hands against the lush topiaries. “I swear I’ve never seen this part before.”
“Noctua wanted it to be that way,” Ominis mused. “Every little bit of the garden has something different, something special.”
She walked over to him, sitting down next to him on the bench.  The only sounds were the water splashing in the bird bath, and the gentle hum of crickets in the distance.
“So you’re telling me you never snuck away with any of those other girls for a midnight rendezvous.” she questioned him.  “Part of me doesn’t believe you.”
“Believe me,” Ominis laughed, scooching closer to her. “I live with a deviant.  Sebastian’s the one who has told me all about the strategy of the midnight meet up.” 
“Strategy, hm?” she teased. “What might that be?”
“First, I find a secret location, where we can be on our own without interruption.” Ominis murmured.
“Successful,” she leaned in.
Ominis pulled her closer, feeling the silky material of her dressing gown.  It was different , he thought, than the cotton ones she’d worn before.  He’d felt those when he stopped by her room, bidding her goodnight each evening.  This one was soft, slick between his fingers.
“Second, I kiss you,” Ominis declared.  He pulled her chin close, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips.  He felt her shift against him, trying to pull more out of him.  
“Third, I leave you wanting more,” he teased. He laughed when she groaned in displeasure. 
“That’s not fair,” she pouted. “I’ve been waiting.”
“Waiting, darling?” Ominis hummed. “For what, exactly?”
She hesitated, stumbling over her words. “For…for whatever you were about to do in the library,” she said sheepishly. “It felt good .”
That was the exact confession Ominis had been waiting for. He slid off the bench, kneeling down before her. “What about it felt good?” he asked, grabbing her ankle again.
She stiffened, breath catching as he pressed a kiss to her ankle. “I-I don’t know.  Just your mouth being so close,” she gasped.
“Close to where?” Ominis asked, nudging her legs apart. “Use your words, my dear.”
“Close to my…”she trailed off as Ominis kissed up her knees as he did the night of the ball.
“Close to your cunt, darling.” Ominis licked the inside of her thigh, which made her spread her legs wider.  Her nightgown was bunched up to her waist, and he pulled her closer by the thighs.
“You wanted to bring me out here to touch me in the garden, didn’t you?” she panted. “You haven’t touched me the whole week.”
“That’s another fun part of courtship,” Ominis explained, pressing a kiss to her folds. “The wanting,” he pressed another sweet kiss to her core, which had her gasping. “It makes it feel so much better.”
“Ominis, please,” she pleaded, grabbing at his blond hair.  “More.”
Ominis obliged, his tongue darting in and out of her. He was determined, lapping at her like a starved man.  He held down squirming hips as he started sucking on her clit.  Ominis felt his arousal straining against his trousers, the sweet sound of her gasps and moans sending blood straight to his cock. 
Ominis pulled his mouth away, and she cried at the loss of him. He grinned up at her; even though he couldn’t see her, he knew she was a mess for him.  He palmed his length through his pants, letting her regain a little sanity.
“Does that feel good?” Ominis asked, his voice husky. “When I kiss you down there?”
“So good,” she nearly sobbed. “Please, do it again.”
Ominis dove back in facefirst, his lips closing around her clit.  He slid one of his long, slender fingers into her, fucking her gently with his hand.
“Ominis, Ominis, Ominis,” his name tumbled off her lips.
“Say my name, darling.” Ominis grumbled against her, easily sliding another finger in. “It feels so good, doesn’t it?” He curled his fingers, her stuttered breathing telling him that he was hitting the right spot.
“What if someone hears us?” she gasped; it turned into a moan.
“No one will hear us,” Ominis assured her, pressing his lips against her clit again. “You can be as loud as you want.”  
“It feels amazing,” she whimpered. “I’m going to–it feels–” she stuttered, before descending into a sweet, satisfied, cry.
Ominis smiled proudly as he pulled away from her. “Waiting makes it feel much better, doesn’t it?”
There was nothing but her panting and the hum of the bugs in the air.  Ominis sat back on the bench, pulling her into his arms. He slid her nightgown back down over her legs, brushing a curl out from her face.
She cleared her throat. “That was…er, that was my first orgasm.” she admitted.
Ominis felt a surge of pride having provided it.  “I hope you enjoyed it,” he laughed quietly. “I’m glad it was me.”
She collapsed against his shoulder. “Me too.” Her tired hands moved to the front of Ominis’s trousers, but he brushed them away.
“You don’t have to,” he murmured against her hair. 
“I want to…I want to make you feel just as good,” she argued.
“There will be a time for that,” Ominis pressed a kiss against her temple. “But tonight, I just wanted to do something for you.”
There was a loaded pause between them, and Ominis could feel her rubbing her legs together.
“Do you…could you…again?” she asked, her voice small and shy.
Ominis grinned, kneeling down again.
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“Good morning,” his houseguest said cheerfully, bouncing into the dining room.
“Good morning,” Ominis said coyly, sipping his tea. “Did you sleep well?”
“Like I’ve never slept before,” she said innocently, pouring herself a cup. “And you?”
“Very sweet dreams.” Ominis hummed.  Under different circumstances, Ominis might have shared the very vivid dreams he had of her moans in the garden, and how he’d wished it were her tightening around him, not his hand.
Golly cleared her throat as she entered the dining room, and he knew his houseguest was blushing.  Her teacup clanked against the saucer as she bid the house-elf good morning, and Ominis concealed his chuckle.
“Golly brings a message from Mister Marvolo,” she folded her hands in front of her, shrugging. “He will be visiting this afternoon.”
Both Ominis and his houseguest stiffened at the news.
“Did he say why?” Ominis asked; he never wanted to sound cold towards the sweet little house-elf, but Marvolo visiting would certainly put a wrench in his day. It certainly wouldn’t be good news. 
“No reason,” Golly shrugged. “He’ll be here for afternoon tea, and has asked to see you alone.”
Ominis could feel his houseguest’s eyes burning into him.  Perhaps his brother was coming to scold him for his not-so-discreet behavior at the ball.  There was no way he would know, Ominis thought.  He was too occupied with his drinking and mistresses.  He clenched his napkin, knuckles turning white. His houseguest was silent, just the sound of her silverware scraping against her plate until she declared she’d lost her appetite.
Ominis retreated into his chambers after breakfast, trying to pull himself together.  He knew it was wrong to avoid her, but his mind was racing trying to piece together why Marvolo would take time out of his day to visit the two of them.  He waited until Golly called for him, announcing Marvolo’s arrival, and made his way down to the library. 
“Brother,” Marvolo greeted him.  His voice was hoarse, as if he’d been up all night.  
“Marvolo,” Ominis said curtly. “What brings you here?” He raised his wand so he could assess his elder brother’s location.
Marvolo stood from a wingback chair, beginning to pace around the room. “I came to see how our charge is faring.  She was a roaring success at the ball, I hear.”
“Depends on what you frame as a success,” Ominis blurted, hoping to sound indifferent.
“Success as is in several gentlemen were interested in her,” Marvolo snickered. 
Ominis felt the color draining from his face as he made sense of the situation. “Why would that be a success?” He was almost afraid to hear Marvolo’s answer.
Marvolo tinkered with one of Aunt Noctua’s telescopes. “It seems her father won’t be pulling through with the bounty I’ve tasked him with,” he said, shuffling around the room. “And I’ve invested quite a bit of money in the endeavor.  With that in mind, his collateral becomes mine.”
Ominis froze in his place, gripping the handle of his wand with all of his strength.
“There are a few colleagues of mine in search of a wife,” Marvolo continued. “She’s pretty enough, and there'll be quite a few bids.” The words rolled off his tongue like venom. “So, I’ll be sending them here to meet with her, and you’ll supervise their courtships.”
No, Ominis screamed internally. The thought of passing her off to the highest bidder went against every fiber of his being.  She was special–she was meant to be more than an ornament to society. To wed her to one of Marvolo’s lackeys would be trapping her, like a songbird forever destined to a bleak life in a gilded cage.
“Surely there’s another way,” Ominis blurted.  
“Don’t tell me you’ve come to care for her,” Marvolo snorted. “You’ve only known her for two months, Ominis.”
“Not that,” Ominis coughed, trying to cover for himself. “Just that our friends should seek more esteemed wives.”  he lied through his teeth.
“Ah, well, I’m sure that’s true.” Marvolo laughed.  He took the bait. “But beggars can’t be choosers.” Marvolo clapped his brother’s shoulder, and Ominis shivered. “You know, perhaps you are starting to grow up, little brother.  Next summer, we’ll seek out a wife for you.”
Ominis felt queasy; he’d never be like his brother.  The thought of being tossed into the ring of the marriage market was even worse.  But he had to conceal his feelings, at least until he figured out a solution for both of them.  He could do it, Ominis thought.  He could save her, and himself in turn. 
“I’m glad to see you, Marvolo.” Ominis feigned. “I’ll make sure she’s ready.”
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If You'll Let Me - Sebastian Sallow x Reader
So this is the first Hogwarts Legacy fic I've done, I hope it's okay... This is what I imagine could have happened after the official ending and the you choose NOT to turn Seb in! Enjoy! Xxx ______________________________
3rd Person pov
The battle was over, and the hero of Hogwarts was suspiciously missing, nobody had seen her, which wasn't uncommon all things considered. But the war was over, what more could she need to do? Granted poaching was still on the rise, Hogsmeade wasn't crime free... Ranrok's loyalists weren't gone, even with Rookwood dead and Harlow in Azkaban, their followers were still causing problems, petty theft at best, kidnap at worst.
(y/n) still had her hands full, but more recently, she'd been disappearing without notice. Ominis was especially confused. He had gotten close to the hero following all of her help with Sebastian, let alone saving the school from being destroyed and defeating Ranrok. They would spend time together, studying for classes and gossiping about the going ons around the school, but recently, she had been galavanting off to some unknown location every Friday evening.
Sebastian still hadn't spoken to (y/n) since he thanked her briefly for not turning him in, he was stubborn, he believed that she could have done more for Anne. All he wanted was for his sister to be the way she was, to join him and Ominis at Hogwarts again... He hadn't really meant to ignore her, but it wasn't entirely unintentional. But now... Now he wanted to speak to her, wanted to apologise properly.
Anne was getting better.
It wasn't something anyone was expecting, the healers and St Mungos couldn't explain what was happening, believing it was simply a miracle, or maybe because Rookwood was dead, as the wizard that cast the curse, perhaps him dying was what reversed it. All Sebastian knew, was that he had been a bad friend, and an even worse person... He didn't want to be that person anymore.
So he decided he would have to find (y/n), there was no way of knowing where she was though, each day he searched he seemed to become more and more blind to the reality of where she was. But he did become much more sighted to the good deeds that she had selfishly performed. Little things. Returning a goblin's mooncalf, finding a child's lost toy, or a fellow student's lost heirloom. (y/n) was constantly placing herself under harm's way, when most people would have turned a blind eye, she didn't, simply because she knew she was capable, sticking up for those who weren't.
Sebastian hadn't understood before, but he did now, he had seen the risk she was putting herself under, the stress it must have caused her, the worry, the loneliness. She hadn't been able to tell many people what she was up to, not without revealing her ancient magic... She had trusted him, and he'd thrown that trust away, without a second glance. Ominis says the feeling he has now is guilt. Of course he felt guilty! What else would he feel for throwing away what he had with such a wonderfully special person!?
Now he was practically kicking himself, questioning every decision he'd made. Granted he knew most of the decisions he'd made recently weren't of the best calibre... But his friendship with (y/n) had been, it was one of the best decisions he had made! But he still couldn't find her.
Sebastian had tracked his way through every nearby poacher den, flooed to the furthest acromantula nest. He had even spent a day in a puffskein den because (y/n) had told him a few months ago how watching them bounce about made her laugh and feel better after a rough day.
Now he was standing in front of the ridiculous tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy trying to teach trolls ballet. He had heard of the Room of Requirement, had read diary entries of those who had supposedly come across it, and now he was trying to get it to reveal itself to him. It was the last room in the entire bloody castle he hadn't checked, it was the only logical place she could be! So he did what the diary entries had told him to, he paced back and forth in front of the tapestry, thinking. Willing it to appear in front of him.
And it did. A beautifully intricate door was willed into his existence. He looked around, nobody was watching, he opened the door and stepped in.
He knew there was nothing (y/n) couldn't do, but this was a lot. There were tables with magical plants and herbs growing, potions stations brewing a ridiculous amount of Wiggenweld and other duelling potions. (y/n) had always been prepared for any of the fights he needed her for, now he knew why. The room was huge, filled to the brim with interesting decorations and paintings, he could see the magical doorways that led to vivariums filled with beasts that she had saved from poachers.
He was so busy staring around the room in awe, he hadn't noticed a small house elf make his presence known. "Mistress (y/n)!" He cheered, "You're back from Feldcroft rather early, how did it all go?" Deek asked, before quickly shutting his mouth, seeing the freckled brunette instead of the Hero of Hogwarts. "Oh, Deek apologises... nobody ever uses this room except mistress (y/n)." He informed the confused teen.
Sebastian shook his head, "Wait, how long has (y/n) been using this room for?" He asked, curious, but also annoyed that she had hidden this from him.
Deek thought to himself before answering, he was usually under strict rules from Headmaster Black to answer all question put to him, honestly. So he did.
"Mistress (y/n) has been using the room almost since she first started the year at Hogwarts... Professor Weasley believed it would help her catch up on schoolwork..." Deek answered truthfully.
Sebastian's eyes flashed with hurt, he couldn't believe that (y/n) had been hiding this from him, from Ominis and Poppy and Natsai and Amit as well, probably. After everything they had done to help her! That's when another thing Deek had told him popped back into his mind.
"Hang on, did you say that she was at Feldcroft?" Sebastian asked slowly, confused. Why on earth would she be there? That's when he was reminded of his original purpose of entering the Room of Requirement, finding (y/n) so he could apologise for all he had done that year.
He said a quick goodbye to a very perplexed Deek, before making his way to the nearest floo station and travelling to his home village.
He searched everywhere he could think of, the duelling dummies, the farm, the ruins of Isadora Morganach. He was tired of looking, it was already so late, if he tried to get back to Hogwarts now he would be caught breaking curfew, so he decided to visit Anne, and stay the night there.
Anne had eventually made up with him, after he showed up crying at his uncle's funeral. As much as Solomon drove him mad, he was family, the last bit of family the twins had, and he had taken that away, so eventually, he had felt remorse.
Sebastian gave a brief knock on the wooden door before pushing it open, it was still his home after all. He went through, not finding Anne in the main room, so believed she was in her room. He once again knocked on the door, not hearing the gasps of both pain and relief.
Opening the door, he saw Anne laying peacefully in her bed, (y/n) sitting next to her, holding her hand. However, their joint hands were etched with thick veins of darkness.
(y/n) was gritting her teeth, presumably to avoid waking Anne from her very rare bout of peaceful slumber, but it was obvious how much pain she was in, much the opposite of how Sebastian was used to seeing the two. "What the hell is going on!?" He shouted, startling (y/n).
She broke the connection, the dark veins leaving her and Anne's arms. Her normally (e/c) eyes shot open, revealing bright, fluorescent red, which quickly faded. Sebastian's eyes darkened. "What were you doing to my sister!? You said that it was too dangerous to take away emotions, you hypocrite! If you could have helped her all this time, then why didn't you!? You've been lying to us all this time (y/n), why!?" He ranted.
She looked up at him calmly, her anger boiling silently under the surface of her skin. "Do you really think, that if I had wanted to help Anne sooner, I wouldn't have?" (y/n) asked calmly. "What would be my motive, just to get under your skin? I had seen what would happen if I tried to take any pain from your sister, I didn't want her to wind up a lifeless husk. And if I'm such a hypocrite Sallow, why would I even bother trying to save your sister now!?" (y/n)'s voice was rising quickly, a sign of just how angry she was.
"And if I'm such a liar, let's see if you can tell if I'm lying now. I've been spending the last few weeks here, taking your sister's pain and keeping it for myself? I just wanted to see you happy Sebastian! I have been researching endlessly, trying to find a way I could use what I have to help you both! Every waking moment since the battle happened, I have been tirelessly practicing, reading, writing, working. Just for you to shove it back in my face!" She shouted.
Sebastian was shocked, standing there blankly. "I-I'm so-"
"Oh you're sorry!? Really? After ignoring me for weeks, you only want to apologise now that you know I've done exactly what you wanted! I helped you find the scriptorium, I let you use the torture curse on me, I helped you find the crypt, helped with the inferi, saved you from Azkaban! What more can I do to prove to you that I care, that I love you!" She shrieked.
Sebastian was now even more shocked, stuttering and blubbering through his words. He was going to say something, the words were on the tip of his tongue, but he knew that whatever he said wouldn't be enough. Enough of an apology, enough of a reciprocation.
Instead he charged over to her, his heart melting when he saw the fiery glare in her eyes. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her into his arms, pressing his lips against hers. Once (y/n) had gotten over her own shock, she melted into his arms, wrapping her own around his waist, relaxing into the kiss.
When Sebastian finally pulled away from the comfortable embrace, he sighed softly, "Nothing." He whispered, (y/n) looking at him in confusion until he finished his thought. "There is nothing else you need to do. Nothing I won't be there for now. I've thought you were one of, if not the most incredible person I have ever had such a pleasure to meet. I promised myself, I wouldn't do anything stupid, never push you away- Don't look at me like that, I know what I did!" He chortled.
"But I want to make up for it, if you'll let me?"
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I hope this was okay! Let me know if you want me to write any more Hogwarts Legacy stuff, I would be into writing for any character really! Requests are open! Xxx
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sepawstian · 3 months ago
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the warmth of your letters gives off apples and flowers
Whenever we met, I often wanted to tell you this, but some almost primal sense of shame held me back. Now, being far away, I can be more honest—after all, a letter doesn’t blush.
Dear Anne,
How’s your health? What do the St. Mungo’s healers say? I hope it’s only good news and that you’ll be able to get out of there soon.
Hogwarts is the same as always. We barely started preparing for our O.W.L.s, and Sharp is already scaring us with N.E.W.T.s and rushing us to pick subjects for next year. As if we have any energy left for anything besides studying. But it’s fine—I suppose by early August, once we get our results, they’ll finally let us choose our subjects.
I heard they’re allowing you to take your O.W.L.s! I’m sure you’ll pass them all brilliantly, and next year, you’ll be studying with us instead of from Feldcroft. Honestly, I can’t wait. It’s not the same here without you.
I don’t know if Ominis has told you, but he’ll be staying at the family estate this summer. After everything that happened in the fall and winter, they don’t want to let him come to us. He had to tell Professor Weasley about the Scriptorium first, and only then them. Apparently, they weren’t pleased.
I asked Ominis if there was anything I could do to help, if I could speak to them, but—you know him—he refused. And when I suggested meeting them in person, he asked me never to bring it up again. To be honest, I can’t even imagine summer without him anymore... and I’m afraid of what they might do to him.
It’s… difficult with him lately. I suppose I still can’t come to terms with—or even understand—why, after everything, he forgives me. I don’t know. I just don’t want him to leave for the summer, because without him, it won’t be the same. Just like without you. But I won’t tell him that—I know it would only upset him more, no matter how hard he tries to pretend everything’s fine.
He still hasn’t broken that habit of his—falling asleep anywhere in the castle. I found him in the greenhouse the other day, near that huge tree by the entrance. Basking in the sun like our very own kneazle.
There’s something I need to confess to you.
I wish things had turned out differently, but
Anne, I hope you can understand.
I won’t be coming to Feldcroft this summer.
I know you’ve done so much for me. Ominis and Christian too. But I can’t. I can’t look him in the eyes, knowing what I almost did, and pretend as if nothing happened. I’m still angry—at him, at myself. I want to believe it’ll get easier with time.
I shared some of my worries with Sirona. I know, a third pint of Butterbeer was too much, but I was just too exhausted from all the studying. She sent me an owl recently.
An elderly couple in Hogsmeade is planning to travel across Europe this summer, but they don’t have enough spare Galleons for protective enchantments on their home. So, I’ll be looking after their house while they’re away. As for work, Sirona promised to ask around—maybe someone could use an extra pair of hands. I think I’ll manage.
I hope you are not too angry with me and, if your health allows, you will come and visit me.
—Sebastian
P.S. Christian asks about your health more than anyone, and just the other day, he even inquired about your favorite flowers. Tell me, has he been courting you for long? And does Uncle know about it?
I wrote this with a fellow player who portrayed Anne @amelie-evans We created a beautiful, tender scene. My letters were and still are written as Sebastian, while my fellow player wrote as Anne. I would like to share the time between the fifth and sixth years, when for Sebastian, Anne, Ominis, and MC ( @bog-rosmary , @amelie-evans) everything came to an end. Solomon wasn't killed, Anne was healed (you can read about how this happened here), and here's a piece of the end of the fifth year and the beginning of summer for Sebastian
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lara-kaminari · 1 year ago
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How do you think the HL boys will react seeing a Metamorphmagus mc. Like Nymphadora Tonks, MC is able to change her hair color depending on her mood or something? Or everytime they see her she has changed her hair color of sorts.
I imagine curiosity would be piqued in each of their peers, but why answer it when I can describe it (?).
For practical purposes and under my humble knowledge on this subject, the abilities of the Metamorphmagus vary according to its bearer and each mage usually has its limitations when transforming.
HL guys reacting to MC Metamorphmagus:
(Sebastian Sallow - Ominis Gaunt - Amit Thakkar - Garreth Weasley - Leander Prewett)
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Sebastian Sallow:
- He wouldn't even imagine it.
-One day Sebastian is bored from studying so much, you're standing next to him concentrating on your book and he decides to tickle your nose with his quill.
-"Sebastian!" you complain with a laugh.
-"Much better, nothing like hearing your laughter to lift my spirits".
-So you laugh slightly embarrassed, pray that your cheeks don't turn pink and it works....
-Except your hair is the one that turns pink.
- "AAAAAAAH!"
- "WHAT? What's wrong? What?"
- "Your hair! It's pink!"
-You gasp and basically pat your head as if that makes the color go away, a little calm in your heart gets it back to its original color.
-When you look at Sebastian he's like crazy looking for something in his book.
-"Wait, wait, I read about this in one of my books... Here! It's dragon pox!"
- "It's not dragon pox, you moron, I'm a Metamorphmagus!"
-You cover your face with your hands, this is terrible. It was bad enough being born a freak and now the only guy you're comfortable with knows you're a freak from head to toe.
- "I guess that makes more sense," Sebastian muttered.
-You don't want to look him in the eye yet, it's too embarrassing, but when you dare to peek at him through your fingers you notice that the boy's cheeks are almost the same pink as your hair was.
- "I... I think it's fascinating," Sebastian murmurs. "I think you're fascinating."
Ominis Gaunt:
-You had never considered telling Ominis about your changing abilities, Sebastian knew about it long ago but you didn't think to comment to the blind boy that you can change when he doesn't even want to see you.
-Unless...
- "Hey Ominis, would you mind touching my face?" you asked.
- "Excuse me?"
- "It's just... Sebastian told me that you do that when you want to get to know the other person more, I think we're already confident enough to take that step."
- "You... You want me to do that? I thought it would be inappropriate".
- "Oh, come on, it'll just be a harmless touch."
-He agrees and you hold back your laughter at what you have planned.
-Ominis is too polite, he clears his throat several times before raising his hands to you and when he does.... He finds himself with a pig's nose.
-Ominis immediately pulls his hands away.
- "Is something wrong?" you ask with feigned innocence.
- "Nothing, nothing; just... let me-....."
-Ominis touches your nose again, which now has a normal shape, his hands continue their tour until he suddenly encounters a huge duck's beak.
- "WHAT?", Ominis touches your now normal mouth again and you giggle.
-He doesn't give up, he handles you like putty in his hands. The next phase is your eyebrows which in an instant you turn into mounds of thick hair.
-"Okay, what's going on?" he questioned.
-You let out a loud laugh and confess your secret to him, Ominis seems impressed.
- "Unsettling," he admitted, "Can you change what you want about yourself?"
- "I have small limitations."
- "But still... Can I feel your real face?"
-Without hesitation you let him.
Garreth Weasley:
-No matter how many times you tell him: HE STILL FORGETS IT.
-It's always a novelty for Garreth to see you change.
-It's in potions class when you decide to play with his bad memory a bit.
-"Okay, try this," Garreth said, holding out a vial.
- "What is it?"
- "Just some experimentation nonsense."
- "Is it safe?"
-"Come on, it's not the first time you've tried one of my concoctions.... No, I don't know if it's safe; isn't that the fun of it?"
-You fake a little fear and carefully drink the potion, most of Garreth's experiments are harmless because they go nowhere so you're going to take advantage of it.
-You wince, hold your stomach and duck your head.
- "Are you okay? What's wrong? Professor Sharp! Help!"
-You raise your head, and Garreth lets out an all-too-sharp cry when he sees you with housecat features.
-Everyone is looking at them, but you're too busy laughing as you return your face to normal.
-"Have you lost your mind?" replied Garreth.
- "Grounded you two!" said Professor Sharp.
-At least Garreth wouldn't forget your abilities for a while.
Amit Thakkar:
- You have become an object of study since Amit learned that you are a shape-shifter.
-You are lying on the floor of the astronomy tower and Amit keeps giving you directions.
- "Make your hair longer."
- "Longer?" you reply.
- "Remember this is for science."
-You heed his instructions, Amit takes the opportunity to leave little gold buttons in specific parts of your hair.
-"If this is Altair, then this must be Swan.... No no, I have to put the map back together again."
-He is... Putting constellations in your hair?
-It's not the most useful or eye-catching function.
-However, listening to him create star maps relaxes you.
- "Can you make your hair bluer?"
- "Sure, Amit, sure."
Leander Prewett:
- "Okay, try this."
-He and you were in the Great Dining Room enjoying some Bertie Bott Dragees, you pop one of the candies into your mouth without questioning it too much and the spicy flavor invades your taste buds.
- "It's spicy! It's spicy!" you complain.
-In the process of blowing and desperately drinking a glass of water, your hair turns a very bright red.
-Leander says nothing, just smiles.
-"Now try this one," he says.
-"If you're going to give me another spicy one..."
- "I promise I won't, try it."
-The next flavor is sweet, you recognize it right away.
-"Green apple?" you ask.
-He smiles, seeing the color of your hair changing to that color and how you still don't realize it.
- "Right on target," he says.
-You find it strange how Leander looks at you so tenderly but you don't question why, maybe it's all in your head.
-Literally.
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vii-is-free · 1 year ago
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Odd Questions
Summary: Sequel to Chapter Seven. Late at night, Ominis and MC find Sebastian returning to the common room. Something is...off.
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Who knew those pale blue eyes could burn with such a fury. Well…Sebastian knew, first of all.
"THAT was the book you were reading in the Restricted Section!?" Ominis shouted. "You're lucky I didn't realize that at the time, or so help me, Sebastian..."
"Ominis, enough." Leona groaned.
"The merpeople wouldn't have been able to find your body!"
Sebastian chuckled, and glanced at his friend. "Sorry. Ominis."
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Tik…tik…tik…
Ominis laid in bed, wide awake, fingers interlaced and resting on his chest. His eyes were wide open staring at the ceiling right above him, though they betrayed their usefulness. It was no matter, as his other five senses were incredibly sharp, and he was as attuned to his environment as any of his dorm mates. Perhaps too much.
Tik…tik…tik…
Normally the ticking of the Slytherin Hall's grandfather clock served as a white noise, a necessary part of his goodnight rest. But tonight it was just a nuisance. 
Tik…tik…tik….
Each sound of the needle moving one second more was like a hammer slamming against his skull. Each strike caused his nerves to flare up, u leashing a scurry of thoughts, all reminding him of something he did not want to think about. 
Tik…tik…tik…
Ding!
It was one in the morning. And Sebastian was still not back. 
Ominis let out a soft sigh, reaching under the pillow for his wand. He stood up and quietly shuffled to his dresser as not to disturb his roommates. He set down the wand and quickly switched out of his nightclothes. When he finished tying his silk green tie, Ominis turned towards the sink, dipping his hand into the water and using his palm to brush back his hair. 
He wasn’t going to let anyone see him a mess, not even in the dead of night. Ominis had too much to prove.
After he dried his hands with the hanging towel on the side, he reached toward the dresser where he left his wand. On the way out, he grabbed his robe. 
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Ominis leaned against his usual resting spot, head against the window. He closed his eyes, letting the ambiance of the lake soothe him. It helped him forget, even for a moment, the reality of the situation. He didn’t have to think about his best friend’s seemingly unstoppable descent into madness. He could concern himself the swirling of small currents caused by a nearby school of fish. The intermittent force of water pressing against the glass as the giant squid swam by.
He chuckled to himself. No mermaids this time. 
Faint footsteps, too soft to be Sebastian’s, caught his attention, and he raised his head a bit. Ominis surmised one of the Slytherin girls was approaching him…not in the stomping manner that cued Imelda’s enterance, nor the sliding of soles across the carpet like Grace. Did he know…
Then it hit him, and he gave a chuckle.
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A sleepless night, a moment of serendipity.
Ominis rested his head back against the glass as Leona approached him. He tried to keep the cheerful demeanor he held the first night they met. However, with each passing day, the burdensome hope that everything would be okay even without Anne, as well all those promises Sebastian threw at him like a heavy rope, were slipping form his fingers.
Just what the hell was Sebastian doing?
“Hello, Ominis," said Leona, "It's Leona, the new fifth year."
Ominis nodded. "Good evening or...night. Couldn't sleep either?"
'No," said Leona, "Too much on my mind."
"I'm sure..." he said, "Hogwarts is overwhelming enough, I cant imagine being thrown into this place as a fifth year."
Even without the stress of Sebastian's antics, year five was induated with the pressure of trials such as OWLs, Professor Sharps foul militance, and flying. Yes, flying. While he was exempt from actually mounting the broom, Madame Kogawa insisted that he show up to class and take the didatic exams. He frowned at the thought. Freaking moonmind.
“Is…everything alright?” Leona said, striking a daggar though the heart of his intrusive thoughts. He paused for a moment, then straightened his posture.
"Do you mind walking with me?" Ominis said, "I need to clear my head."
"Of course," Leona said, "Where should I…”
"To my right, if you don't mind."
Once he felt her presence near his right arm, Ominis took his wand and held it out before him. He slowly scanned the room, in case someone had a brilliant idea to move the furniture. Then, he began to walk, Leona keeping step next to him.
"This might be an odd question,” Leona asked, “but...is your wand sentient?"
"In a way," Ominis said, "But it doesn't perform spells for me, like some think. That is all my own doing. It only acts independently when my life is at stake.”
He must have been in a better mood than he realized, for any other student asking him such things would have been dismissed. But, for once, Ominis didn’t want to be alone in that moment. The stillness of the hall, other than the ticking clock, disturbed him. Plus, was nice to have someone other than Sebastian in his ear. He smiled. He didn’t mind the sound of her voice at all. “Any other odd questions? I'm welcome to answer them."
"Actually..." Leona looked up, racking her mind. So many questions. She stopped at the site of an apple floating in front of her. She looked at Ominis, who suddenly had one in his hand.
"Hungry?"
"Erm, yes actually." A smile caught her as she took the offering. After fighting for scraps in St. Agnes all her life, Leona would always be astounded by the sheer number of snacks laid about the castle. "You heard my stomach?"
"No, just mine," Ominis said cheekily, "You were saying?"
“Well…” Leona pondered for a moment when the serpents on the bannister caught her eye. "What is the significance of the snake imagery around us?" She then took a bite, waiting for his answer.
"Hm, well,” Ominis said, “I'm sure you noticed that each house has a kinship of sorts with a certain animal. In the case of ours,” Ominis took a bite of his apple, taking the opportunity to mull on his words. After finishing, he continued, “Salazar Slytherin could talk to snakes. I suppose he forged a connection with them. Perhaps he had more snakes as friends than people.”
“Hm. I wonder what snakes talk about.” Leona said before taking another bite. 
"They’re terrible gossips." 
“Hmph?” Her mouth was still full. 
“I mean-that’s my...erm…assumption.” Ominis shoved the apple back in his mouth.
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The sound of a loud sigh caught his ear. Ominis pointed his wand in that direction, surmising that a figure had just thrown themself onto one of the sofas near the fireplace. He paid little mind at first, assuming it was an exhausted senior. He had heard N.E.W.T.’s were especially frightful this year.
It was Leona's worried voice that startled him.
"Sebastian?" Leona said, "Are you alright?!"
Sebastian?!
They both hurried to the fireplace. Ominis could hear the deep exhales escaping Sebastian’s chest, and his brow furrowed. Was he crying? Was he upset about Anne? Or...
"Ugh" Leona said, disgusted, “Why are you covered in sweat?"
"Heh, sorry," Sebastian said, his voice shaky, "I thought I would try a hand at Imelda's trial at the arena, and failed miserably."
Ominis frowned. “I thought you were working on your mandrake parchment in the library."
"Ah well," Sebastian said, rather shortly, "I needed a break."
Ominis pointed his wand in Sebastian's face. "Are you lying to me?!”
"What--no!" Sebastian smacked his hand away. "Take a walk, Ominis!"
Ominis clenched his jaw, shoving his wand back in his pocket. He turned towards the fireplace as Sebastian rose to his feet and stormed off. "Why don’t you take a walk...to the showers! You're fouling up the common room!"
Sebastian muttered something as left. Ominis took his seat on the chair facing the fire, placing his head in his hands. He heard the other chair creak a bit as Leona sat down.
"That was..." Leona said, stunned, "Quite unlike him." Ominis let the silence settle in between them as he gathered his thoughts. Leona noticed. “Would you like to talk about it?” Ominis let a deep exhale.
"Sebastian’s not doing well,” Ominis said, “and he's geting worse at hiding it. His sister...is terribly ill. It's our first year at Hogwarts without her, and it’s been difficult, to say the least."
"He mentioned something about her," Leona said, "But I didn't press. That's awful."
Ominis nodded. "He's getting rather irritated with me, but I can't help it. I'm afraid that he’s...looking towards dark magic as a means to cure her."
“You mean...the type of magic they don't teach at Hogwarts?"
Ominis scoffed. Sebastian obviously introduced this to her. "There's a reason Hogwarts doesn't teach the dark arts.” He set his unfinished apple down at the side table. “That type of magic doesn't heal, or create. It only destroys. I've told him time and time again but..."
Ominis sighed again and shook his head before resting his forehead back in his hands.
"Forgive my ignorance," said Leona, "I don't have much experience with…any of this."
"Well, I do,” Ominis said with a stern voice, “And I can tell you this...” he looked back up, gaze directed towards her. “There are two types of wizards that are attracted to to the dark arts. Those who are weak…and those who are desperate."
Sebastian will do anything to find a cure for Anne. But at what cost? Ominis was terrified to find out.
"The weak and the desperate..." Leona echoed his words as she finished her apple.
Ominis picked his back up from the table and finished it quickly. As mich as Sebastian ruined his appetite, he hated wasting food. His mind began to spin as his mouth stayed full. He wanted to tell Leona not to misunderstand him. That Sebastian wasn't weak by any means. But he would do anything to heal Anne.
He was desperate.
Ominis was tired of defending him at this point. Especially if Sebastian was going to act like a petulant child. He stood up, tossing the apple dore into the fire, and made his decision. “But enough about him. It’s not worth ruminating over.”
He’s so tiresome.
"Hm," Leona said. "In that case…if that’s alright with you...I do have a few more odd questions."
Ominis didn’t expect his spirits to lift so fast, nor did he expect the smile on his face to return. He was grateful the impression outside the undercroft didn’t sour her towards him. He took her up on the offer as his appetite returned. “Still hungry?”
Leona stood up, and said with a smile of her own. “I am.”
“Come, I’ll show you how to sneak into the Hogwarts kitchens.”
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choccy-milky · 11 months ago
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Their kids are so cute omg i'm gonna dir of adorableness
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lewis: then die LMFAOO NO BUT FRR THANK UU IM GLAD U THINK SO🥹🥹💖💖💖all the love for them (esp lewis) gave me the idea to draw him deflecting all the attention so ty for giving me the excuse to post it....we luv our aloof distant boi🥰
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its funny bc i was JUST talking about this recently, but i dont like pet names at all BAHAH, hence why seb and clora dont call each other anything, not even nicknames.... seb calls her the light/princess/a bird sometimes as playful and teasing jokes, but doesnt actually address her like that. and clora always calls sebastian by his full name as well, bc i was basing her dialogue/my writing off the game dialogue...bc for as close as anne and ominis are to seb, both of THEM call him sebastian in full, so maybe it was a victorian thing that nicknames werent really common? plus clora's so proper that it just feels like its in her personality to always call seb "sebastian"... i feel like if she ever DID call him "seb" he'd do a double take and be like ...HUH? who are you???......are you polyjuiced? LMAO. i do imagine seb calling clora "love" when they get older tho (not in hogwarts) bc i like how simple it is, and imagining him saying stuff like 'careful, love' makes me🫠🫠🫠🫠
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aw TYY💖💖 honestly i didnt give the victorian setting TOO much thought, other than making clora more modest/not used to wearing trousers etc. like the actual victorian courting process was that youd ALWAYS be chaperoned by at least 1 other person and you wouldnt be able to kiss or anything, so the fact that our mcs are in a co-ed school with free reign already ruins that, so i wouldnt worry too much about it. a lot of it you can just wave off with the excuse that wizard society is more advanced than muggle society, which is true anyway LOL. i just kept the parts that i thought were fun/made it feel victorian ENOUGH but got rid of the stuff that was too annoying (one big example being the amount of clothing they wear....i said it in the notes for one of my chapters, but i wasnt about to make seb go through like 5 different layers just to touch cloras titty LMFAO) and no i didnt have 1 specific website i used, id just google "blank in victorian times" and look through all the articles and resources i could on that subject, and take little bits of it. SO YEA i wouldnt worry about it too much, just take what you want if you think it could enrich your story, and leave stuff out if its annoying to deal with BHAHA. and GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR WRITING!!💖💖
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BAHAHA yeah sebs bark was defs bigger than his bite when it came to actually having kids/getting clora pregnant LOL. he defs loves the pregnancy part, but i feel like seeing her go through the actual labour was super hard on him/made him feel guilty bc he hates to see her in pain, let alone bc of HIM. not to mention that i imagine he would still work even once they have kids, so to leave clora with like 6 kids by herself isnt something he would have wanted to do LOL. once both lewis and celeste are in hogwarts tho i actually imagine seb and clora still doing curse breaking as well (albeit less dangerous jobs/not as far away) BUT YES having a third kid that looks like seb and is sassy like anne would be SO CUTEEE...a happy accident is a good idea too, tho i kinda like the idea of it being cloras idea.....like, she gets baby fever again now that the kids are kinda growing up and sebs like no i dont wanna put u through that again... but obvs seb wouldnt be able to resist if clora was begging seb to put a baby in her LMFAOOO its already as good as done at that point😇😇 AND THANK YOU, and im glad you liked it!!!🥹💖💖💖
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@the-kcm-muggleborn AWWW ur right thats so pretty.....ty for showing me!!🥹and im glad it make you think of clora...SHE WOULD APPROVE OF THESE STUDIES👌⭐🌙
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fog-and-rust · 2 years ago
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Hogwarts Legacy Incorrect Quotes Part 3 (feat. my Hufflepuff!MC, Ellie)
Send help, I can't seem to stop. That's waaay too enjoyable. MC is steadily evolving into a gremlin "The Polyjuice Plot" quest revealed her to be.
Leander: But what about Ellie?
Natty: Don't worry so much about her.
Garreth: I once watched her fall down 5 flights of stairs, stand up, and keep casting Revelio like nothing happened.
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Sebastian, Poppy & Natty: In our defense, we were left unsupervised.
Amit: Wasn’t Ellie with you the whole time?
Ellie: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.
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Poppy: What’s your biggest fear?
Ellie [after clearing Aranshire from spiders]: I am incredibly arachnophobic.
Poppy *under her breath*: You don’t want spiders to get married?
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Ellie: So, Poppy is no longer allowed in the Room of Requirement.
Leander: Why?
Ellie: Because I've caught her trying to train Nifflers to fight five times in a row.
Poppy *arms crossed and pouting*: You'll be thanking me when the third Niffler battalion saves your ass.
Ellie: Why would I need Nifflers if I have my Chomping Cabbages?
Leander [an avid fan of ferocious plants]: That's a good point actually.
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[Someone's trying to trespass into Ravenclaw common room is becoming one of my favourite plots as well as Chomping Cabbages]
Ravenclaw knocker: What's worse than a heartbreak?
Poppy: Stepping on a Kneazle's tail and not being able to explain that you're sorry.
[The door opens]
Ravenclaw students: How do they do that? First Leander, now Poppy. Who's next, Venomous Tentacula?
Ellie & Leander [who are already inside]: Tentaculas can't walk. Beware of the Chomping Cabbages!
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Leander: My life is a little too much panic and not enough disco.
Ellie: My life is a little too much fall and not enough boy.
Garreth: My life is a little too much chemical and not enough romance.
Poppy: My life is a little too much imagination and not nearly enough dragons.
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[In the goblin mines]
Ellie, to Amit as they cast Disillusionment spell: First rule of battle, my dear friend... don’t ever let them know where you are.
Sebastian, somewhere in the distance: WHOO-HOO! I’M RIGHT HERE! I’M RIGHT HERE! YOU WANT SOME O’ ME?! YEAH YOU DO! COME ON! COME ON! AAAAAH! Whoo-hoo!
Ellie: 'Course, there’re other schools of thought.
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[After the quest in the goblin mines]
Duncan, to Ellie: One universe, nine planets, seven seas, seven continents, and I had the unfortunate luck of meeting you.
Ellie: Hey, that’s not very nice-
Everett: There are only eight planets, you Puffskein Dunkein!
Amit, appearing from nowhere: VIVA LA PLUTO, FUCK YOU!
Ellie, rolling on the floor and laughing: That's my boy!
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Poppy: Ellie learned how to fold origami penguins from Amit the other day. I told her, “I feel a little bad for the penguins, it’s hot here”, and she immediately cast Glacius on them.
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Leander, to Garreth: If you see Ellie, give her this message *makes a neutral face*
Leander: She'll know what it means.
*later*
Garreth: Oh, and Leander said to give you a message.
Garreth: *makes a neutral face*
Ellie: Oh no. The neutral face of displeasure.
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Ellie: Judging our life choices, I really hope we all make it to adulthood!
Natty: That’s a great prayer.
Poppy: A needed one.
Sebastian: A needed one indeed.
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[The squad is bored as hell during History of Magic lesson]
Garreth: What is the most illegal thing you can do with one galleon?
Ellie: Exchange it for knuts, put them all in a sock and beat someone to death with it.
Leander: No more hanging out with Sebastian for you! He's a bad influence! You're grounded for till O.W.L.s!
Ellie: For till O.W.L.s?!
Leander: For till O.W.L.s!!!
Sebastian*offended but taking notes*: That's too cruel even for me!
Leander: Ellie, is this why you've been to Azkaban?
Ominis & Sebastian: You've been to Azkaban?!
Other students: Calm downess, relaxation, chill out and stop screaming...
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Leander: How long do you reckon it’ll be until Amit finally snaps and commits a murder so that he can fit in with the rest of your friends?
Ellie: I’ve been going through this year assuming it’s already happened at some point and it’s just that no one was ever able to trace it back to him.
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Ellie: Caffeine no longer keeps me awake while I complete the trials, so instead I have Leander periodically send me howlers saying ‘we need to talk.’
Ellie: It gives me the right amount of adrenaline and fear I need to keep going.
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Sebastian: Just trust me. Have I ever put you in an unsafe or uncomfortable situation?
Ellie & Ominis: All the time.
Sebastian: Then you should be used to it by now.
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hyperfixationxgirlie · 2 years ago
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A Dance for Two (SebastianxOminisxFem!Reader)
So... I have been replaying HL and this little idea crept into my head and I did my best to write it down. First ever time writing smut and first ever time writing fiction, so please forgive any errors in my writing. I also never use tumblr so I don't know the conventions of stuff here, lol.
All characters 18+, Content warning: praise kink, cunnilingus
You checked your watch and cursed gently. It was nearly time.
Taking a moment to check yourself over, you leaned into the mirror and applied a dab of lipstick with a handy charm that Dryad, one of the more senior dancers, had taught you when you first started. Your lips were left shiny and a wicked red, mimicking the flush one might get in the heat of the moment with a passionate lover. In any case, it flattered your choice of outfit for tonight- a new one which you had just picked up. A custom-made lingerie set comprised almost entirely of black straps and buckles, and installed with a handy charm to prevent any unsavory wizards (or witches) from gaining a glimpse of anything you weren’t willing to show.
“Get a move on, Pixie!” another dancer- Thestral- called out, smacking your ass as she shimmied past. “Busy night tonight. I saw another bachelor party,” she wrinkled her nose.
Nodding, you strapped your boots and hurried along after her.
The club was busy tonight, you noticed with interest, as you made your way to your usual spot on the stage. Usually this early there were wizards here and there, but there was a certain electricity about the crowd tonight. You lost count as your eyes skimmed the faces. The lights were dimmed and the thrums of a familiar, primal beat filled the air as you gripped the pole with both hands and arched your back, tossing your hair and doing a small twist of your hips. Just an easy warm-up to get the nearby wizards interested enough to part with some galleons once you did some more complicated tricks. You lifted your lips in a smirk as you hooked your knee around the pole, lifting yourself off the ground into a gentle spin, allowing your other leg to trail around you extended, getting lost in the music.
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Nearby, two wizards sat- whom you would have recognized if you had been able to make out the details of their faces. The first, with tousled brown hair and glinting eyes, leaned into the other, who had blonde, neatly coiffed hair and startlingly light eyes.
“You won’t believe this, Ominis,” the brunette breathed, his voice catching over the words.
Ominis tilted his head with interest as the other continued, “You remember our friend from Hogwarts. The one who disappeared after graduation?”
Ominis stiffened in surprise. “What about her?” he asked cautiously.
“She’s nearly 15 feet from us, dancing and dressed in the most filthy outfit I have ever seen.”
“Describe it to me,” Ominis all but ordered, his voice deepening in a way that made his companion chuckle richly as he heard it. Sebastian leaned into him, his hand running over his friend’s thigh as he spoke.
“It’s impossibly made. Just a bunch of straps covering up the important bits. I can imagine us taking turns unbuckling each one. Imagine her begging for us to go faster as we take our time, slowly unwrapping her.” As he finished this thought, he jerked his hand off of the other’s thigh and stood up.
“I’m buying us a dance. And a stiff drink,” he declared as he turned to make his way to the bar. “Stay here and enjoy the music. I’ll be right back.”
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Leaning back into the air, you relished in the feeling of being inverted and the rush that accompanied the feeling of weightlessness as the world spun by. The lights of the club twinkled and flashed as you turned. Spreading your legs wide while holding yourself upside-down and spinning was a challenge, and your arms burned as you held yourself in place. The sweat on the palms of your hands threatened to see you slipping down. But this was the final trick of the set and the steady clink of galleons filling your corner of the stage made the exertion worth it. You pulled your legs shut and loosened your grip enough to slide down, coming down onto the palms of your hands and kicking your legs backwards to do a small handstand onto the floor, as the final pulses of music signaled the end of the set. You caught eye contact with the dancer next to you and shared a grin, as you both swept the earnings into your pouches to be counted later.
You surveyed the crowd as you stood up, gently arching your back and feeling your muscles ache gently as you gave them a reprieve. One of the bartenders, Isabelle, a gorgeous brunette, caught your eye as she made her way up to you. She tossed you a room key which you caught and she pointed to one of the back rooms. “You seem to have an admirer,” she teased, winking at you. “He seems to be your age. Really fit; not like the usual sort. And he says he has a friend with him.”
You raised an eyebrow at her. “That should make this interesting then. Hope they tip well,” Isabelle gave you another grin and waggled her eyebrows at you. “Tell me all about it! After!” she called after you. You turned to make your way to the back rooms, lazily waving a hand in her direction.
The back rooms of the club were quieter, and the music was dimmed as you stepped through the doorway separating these rooms from the main room of the dance floor. The décor was nice enough, you supposed, comprised of red carpet and soft candlelight, casting the area in a romantic glow not entirely fitting of the actions that took place in these rooms. But, you mused, whatever it took to separate wizards, and the occasional witch, from their galleons.
You took a deep breath to steel yourself before grabbing the brass key and sliding it into the keyhole of room number 2. As you entered the room, you let out a small gasp of shock as you took in the sight of the men within. These were faces you recognized from your time at Hogwarts. “Ominis?” you asked, “and Sebastian?”
“That’s right, love,” Sebastian chuckled, his legs stretched out before him as he leaned back comfortably on the sofa.
You noticed with interest that the two of them looked quite cozy on the sofa. Ominis was leaning onto Sebastian and running his hands down his arm, before hooking his hand onto the other’s chin and pulling him in for a searing kiss.
You blinked in surprise. “I always thought you two had a thing for each other, but what are you doing here?”
Ominis laughed, pulling away from Sebastian, his lips slightly swollen and parted. “We paid for a dance, Pixie,” he teased. His familiar voice had an edge to it that you didn’t quite recognize, but which sent a slight shiver down your spine which ended in your core.
Flushing in some embarrassment, you slowly walked towards them. You noticed Sebastian leaning forward with interest, his hands placed on his knees as he observed you.
“Come a bit closer, love,” he crooned and he crooked his finger, “Don’t be shy. We won’t bite, unless you as us to.”
You stopped in front of him and appraised him. He looked similar to how he did in school, you mused, with tousled, boyish hair and an impish grin. But seeing him now, having grown into his features as he matured, sent another jolt of arousal through you. Reaching out your hands with a bit of hesitation, you placed them onto his shoulders and gently lowered yourself onto his lap facing him. You watched his eyes as he admired you, they were darkened and glittered dangerously.
“Good girl,” he whispered into your ear as he leaned back. His eyes flicked over to Ominis, who had a matching look of arousal and anticipation on his face.
It was hard not to make a noise at that, and you stiffened in embarrassment, looking between the two of them. 
Ominis chuckled. “Don’t you know, we’ve always been interested in you. We used to talk about you at school. You were the source of many of our mutual fantasies.”
“Don’t be shy, love,” Sebastian murmured again, into your ear. “Come here and give us the dance we paid for.”
You must be losing your mind, you decided, as you slowly gyrated your hips in time with the music. The course material of Sebastian’s pants felt incredible as you slowly glided over them.
“She looks so pretty,” Sebastian mused, leaning into Ominis. “The way she moves her hips is… exhilarating. It makes me wonder what other sorts of things she can do with her hips” Ominis grinned once more and turned his head towards you. “Seeing as I can’t see” -at this Sebastian groaned and rolled his eyes- “Come here and let me feel you.” You picked your hands up off of Sebastian’s shoulders and turned to the other, who also was, you noticed, incredibly handsome. His features were recognizable to you but sharpened and more refined with age. His hair fell into his eyes and he seemed to relax as he pulled you onto him. You settled into his lap and leaned back, arching your back and running a hand through your hair. His hands skimmed along your waist and neck, travelling upwards before twisting into your hair and pulling gently. You gasped in surprise, before letting out a soft noise of pleasure.
“Do you like this?” Sebastian murmured into your ear, coming behind you and running his hands along your back, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
“Yes…” you admitted, resting your head back against his chest, which was solid and muscular against you.
He smiled a boyish and familiar smile before grabbing your chin and pulling you in for a kiss. His lips were plush and warm against yours. Your lips moved softly together for a moment, in a chase kiss, before he let out a sharp noise and opened his mouth, his tongue sweeping into your mouth and brushing against your tongue. It felt too good, you mused, and your cunt clenched as your kiss deepened and you reveled in the taste of his mouth. Arousal washed through you sweetly, leaving you panting slightly and flushed with desire. With little warning, you felt two hands come to your chest and Ominis’ fingers pinched and rolled your nipples through the fabric of your bra, sending shocks of pleasure through you.
“You have such pretty tits,” Ominis stated, grinning as he heard your mewl in response.
Pulling away from Sebastian, you looked into his eyes as the two of you parted. He looked flushed as well, and his eyes glinted dangerously. “Let Ominis have a taste of your mouth,” he demanded. You were only too eager to comply and you swiveled on his lap to kiss him. He groaned into your mouth as you kissed, and you noted with pleasure that he was adept with his tongue as well, using it to gently massage your own.
Sebastian fell onto the sofa next to you, watching as you kissed. He lightly palmed his cock through his pants as he watched the two of you together. “Will you let us take off this wickedly sinful outfit?” he asked, his eyes dark and his voice taking on a quality that sent another jolt of arousal through you. You nodded eagerly, causing him to chuckle darkly. “Two kisses and she’s so eager, Ominis,” he teased, sending a sharp smack to your ass, “It makes you wonder how she’ll respond to other things.”
You almost felt your eyes roll into your head at that and made another keening sound into Ominis’ mouth. You could feel his lips quirk as he kissed you, clearly enjoying this.
“Start here,” you all but panted, gesturing vaguely to the large buckle at the side of your hips. Sebastian batted your hands away.
“We choose where to start, love,” he chided.
“Why don’t we make her more comfortable?” Ominis mused, and he helped lay you onto the sofa. You fell back with a sigh onto Sebastian’s lap, looking up at the two of them eagerly. Sebastian ran a finger down the center of your chest and popped open the buckle holding your bra together at the front. As he revealed your chest, he gently palmed your right breast and squeezed it, feeling its weight.
“You know,” he mentioned with amusement in his voice, “Our Pixie has filled out since we left Hogwarts.”
“I noticed that as well,” Ominis replied, cupping your left breast in his hand.
You narrowed your eyes at him. “How do you even know?” you demanded, “You’re blind!” Ominis chuckled, “I did hug you, you know. Many times. And I have Sebastian to thank for describing your lovely tits to me and providing the visuals, as it were.”
You groaned in frustration, though this quickly turned to one of pleasure as Sebastian began to gently pinch and roll your right nipple between his fingers. “I told you we talked about you in school,” he reminded you, and you could tell he was grinning even with your eyes closed.
It was an interesting thought- the two of them discussing you and pleasuring themselves-, you mused, as you arched your back into his hands, chasing pleasure as the two men laved attention on your breasts. You wondered what kinds of things the two of them got up to together in the boys’ dormitory at Hogwarts when you all were younger and still at school. At least, speaking for yourself, you had pleasured yourself before tucked into your bed at school following evenings in the Undercroft with the two of them. “I thought about you as well,” you admitted.
“Oh really?” Sebastian grinned. “Share your thoughts with the class, Pixie. Ominis likes it when you talk”
You flushed in embarrassment as he used your stage name. “I always thought you were both sexy. And those times the three of us spent cozied up in the Undercoft... I always wondered what kinds of things we could get up to.”
“Let us show you one of our fantasies,” Ominis urged, and you gasped as he ran a hand down your inner thigh, gently stroking the sensitive flesh there. “We used to talk about taking turns eating your cunt and we wondered how good it would taste.”
“Yes please,” you breathed, reaching out your hands and pulling Sebastian closer to you. He was all too eager to comply and he leaned down, his breath hot against your neck as he ran his tongue along the skin under your left ear. While he did so, you felt Ominis’ breath against your cunt as he knelt onto the floor and settled between your legs. “Spread your legs, love,” he asked you, nipping at the skin of your thighs. His hands gently urged your legs apart as you relaxed and revealed yourself to him. His fingers skimmed along the fabric of your panties before finding the buckles which popped open with a click and caused the scrap of fabric to fall onto the sofa. “You look like you were made for this” Sebastian whispered into your ear, his breath warm and his voice rich as he spoke to you. “Your legs spread open and your cunt on display for us.”
With your panties removed, Ominis ran a finger along your slit teasingly. “Oh, Sebastian,” he murmured. “She’s drenched.”
Sebastian groaned and his cock, already pressing into your back as you laid onto him, twitched and jerked in response to the others’ words and for how much you desired the two of them.
With that, Ominis began to softly lick at your folds, teasing you with soft laps. You whined in response and lifted your hips chasing greater pressure. Sebastian returned his attention to your nipples as he continued to whisper wicked things into your ear.
“That’s it. Good girl. Look at you so eager to receive his attentions.” You could only moan in response, bucking your hips again as the other continued to lightly tease your clitoris.
“More,” you demanded, before sighing in relief as Ominis seemed to take pity on you and began to lick you with more pressure, focusing on your engorged clitoris. His tongue expertly applied pressure in a steady rhythm, and you spread your legs wider as you chased the pleasure he was giving you.
“Let us make you feel good,” Sebastian murmured, continuing to squeeze and pleasure your nipples, somehow matching the rhythm that Ominis was setting with his tongue. “Keep making those pretty noises and let Ominis know how well he’s doing”
You let out a sharp cry as Ominis’ tongue made gentle, firm circles onto your clitoris, and your legs began to shake as you felt the pleasure beginning to build. His tongue was soft and smooth against the delicate folds of your cunt, and every sweep of his tongue along your slit caused you to jerk your hips to encourage him to apply further pressure. His hands were large and his grasp was strong as he held your hips down, his fingers digging into your hips and bruising the softness there. The inability for you to move caused the pleasure building in your gut to increase as he continued his expert ministrations. He circled, sucked, and nibbled on your clitoris, moaning into your cunt as he devoured you. And suddenly with no warning you felt your orgasm crashing around you. You felt your back arch sharply and your legs shake as you rode out the pleasure, a litany of moans and disjointed words leaving your lips. Ominis lightly tongued your clitoris as you came, prolonging the waves of pleasure and riding it out with you.
“She tastes so good. Tangy and sweet. Even better than we imagined she would,” you registered Ominis say, dimly and with a far-away quality, as you closed your eyes and reveled in the delightful bonelessness and satiation that the orgasm brought you.
“I want to have her cum on my mouth next time,” Sebastian mused, running his hands up and down your arms as he brought you down from your high.
Regaining awareness, you looked up at Sebastian and admired the arousal you saw, his eyes darkened with desire. “When can next time be?” you asked and shared a grin with him.
“Well, what time do you get off work?”
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meridien-moonquills · 5 months ago
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Year 5. Sebastian Dedication
Nothing was more miserable than the curse that plagued our lives—a cruel fate we were powerless to change. The words of description were merely an understatement for the circumstances Sebastian Sallow faced. His twin sister, bound to him by unbreakable ties of emotion and mind, had been cursed to the point she was experiencing nothing but a debilitating illness. For Anne Sallow, death seemed like a merciful release. But for now, she was forced to suffer in agonizing pain every day, living as nothing more than a shell of her former self.
Despite the sunny days, Sebastian's inner self was desolate. He put on a façade of being fun, easy-going, adventurous, loyal, impulsive, and a playboy to cover up his true feelings. As the saying goes, the deeper the wound inside, the brighter the mask one must wear. Sebastian was no stranger to this concept. But every now and then, in the middle of the night, he would break down and turn to his closest friends for consolation.
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Vianka and Ominis located him in Southern Feldcroft, in front of Professor Sallow and Professor Sallow’s tomb. He remained on his knees for a prolonged period, enduring the relentless storms. When the wind finally pushed him over, Vianka and Ominis joined him and brought him into a mystical tent for shelter.
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"Sebastian dear, would you like some firewhisky?" Vianka offered him a bottle, her heart aching for his pain. She couldn't even begin to imagine what he was going through; even as a listener such as herself, she knew his life was full of tragedy.
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The parents of Sebastian were both esteemed professors at Hogwarts, renowned for their extensive research on ancient magical runes in the muggle world. Tragically, they both perished in a sudden and unexpected explosion. At the time, Sebastian and his twin sister Anne were only eight years old and were subsequently taken in by their Uncle Sollomon Sallow, who relocated them to Feldcroft Village. As if their lives hadn't been tortured enough, one day Anne was cursed by a goblin during an attack on the village. Sebastian had already lost his parents, and now his twin must endure unimaginable suffering. To make matters even more devastating, despite being a highly skilled auror, Uncle Sollomon accepted the fate when St. Mungo's hospital gave up on Anne's condition. Sebastian couldn't understand how his uncle could just give up like that, claiming that "Anne's illness cannot be cured."
"Thank you," he said, staring off into the distance. Even Ominis, his oldest and closest friend, was overcome by Sebastian's deep sorrow.
Vianka sat next to him, sipping firewhisky and tapping their bottles together. "Need someone to lean on? Or a hug?" Sebastian rested his head against Vianka's shoulder, both of them drinking in silence. They were best friends in heart and soul, able to communicate without needing words.
“Vianka?”
“Hmm?”
“If you do not say something on your mind, I probably will cry in 3 seconds.”
“Do you want to cry?”
“Boys don't cry?”
“Says who?”
“culture…”
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“Bullshit… Go on crying; I’ll hug you and accompany you crying... When you finish crying, I’ll say my mind.”
“Why do you want to cry?”
“I am sad, Sebastian... That’s the normal things to do.”
For almost 10 minutes, both of them were crying, consoled each other, patted each other's backs, and said, “Its okay, Sebastian, we’ve got you ere. We love you and Anne. Both of you are our family too.”
Ominis starred at them, holding two big cups of hot chocolates. He handed it to them once the crying show was over. “Thanks, Om," Sebastian tried to arrange his emotion. As if his optimism never dried up, he tried to tease, "Vianka, my darling, your eyes now getting smaller as they transformed into thin lines”, Vianka laughed, “ha ha ha, by tomorrow morning, it's probably hard to see anything.”
They drink hot chocolate for more, as it showed the positive effect to wipe sadness temporarily, then eat frog chocolate and all-flavor-bertie nuts up to 3 in the morning. Ominis is half asleep but still can hear Vianka’s words.
“Sebastian,…” “My queen, Say your mind.”
“Do you want to hear my sharp words?”
“I love them actually.”
“Despite probably hurting you?”
“They enlighten me, darling.”
Silence for a moment, Vianka gathered her words.
“Fine. Now at the time your parents died, can you estimate how much they left you?”
“I never calculate anything. Why?”
“Its strange”
“Why?”
“Imagine, both of your parents were Hogwarts teachers AND research employees by the Ministry of Higher Education, right?”
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Sebastian nodded.
“Suppose they made money since you were born, which i suspected sooner than that... it means they accumulate wealth for 8 years; they were both made double incomes; it means that should be quadruple income resources, right?”
He nodded. “I remember... actually, at that time, our home was not manor but big enough to afford a middle level of luxury.”
“Sure, say that per month Hogwarts teacher received 200 galleons, but doing research for ministry, once I collected the information, was no less than 300 galleons. It means that both of them made at least 1000 galleons per month. I checked that for their position, the home allowance and your early education were covered, part of the perks. Say that they had no yearly bonus, so in 8 years, how much money will they save?”
Sebastian “almost touched 100.000 galleons.”
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Ominis scratched his ears and sat.
Vianka, “Yes, that was true, and when your parents died, both of you and Anne were brought to live in a small village, a very small and, sorry to say, house for the lower class.”
Sebastian glared, enlarged his eyes, something missing about his parents, yet his energy has increased in an instant rate. "Our Uncle never mentioned anything about my parent’s heritage at all; we were living in poverty funded by his salary as a senior auror; our condition was decrepit, darling.”
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Vianka, "which is also strange for an esteemed auror like him.”
Ominis, "Shall we proceed with the investigation?"
Vianka, “Wait, there is one more thing.”
Both of the boys ask in unison, “What?”
“Have you ever read the works of Professor Sallow and Professor Sallow’s? Their book, academic articles, popular articles, research diaries, logbooks, notebooks, anything their thought?”
“I did not think about that.”
“Then we must find and read them first to prove my suspicion.”
“What is your suspicion, sweetie?”
“Now we place ourselves as ancient rune scholars... If we had 8 years experiences, if we found a very strange rune... Do we immediately examine them? No,… right? We put into safety box first and perform several test first…. If that is the field we research.”
“True indeed… my queen was right.“
"But once I heard Malfoy and Lestrange mocked your parents as muggle lovers...”
Ominis continued unexpectedly, “because Sebastian's findings eased muggle life, that was the reason the most sacred pureblood family kicked them out of list… I heard this a thousand of times.”
“That means that Sebastian's parents focus works were more likely social science than laboratory experience involved blasting.”
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“And Sebastian's parents indeed inflicked some parties, which may or may not be holding a greater power.”
Sebastian gaze into a distant sky suddenly burst with energy. But before he could mutter something,
Ominis: "I’m in. Recognizing ancient runes happens to be my expertise—and you’re welcome."
Vianka: “I am the mastermind; you can never leave me and you are so welcome.”
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Sebastian pics was taken from Pinterest MC Christian Eisen
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jazlynriddle-legacy · 6 months ago
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Heavy Is The Crown Ch 1:
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Summary:
In the wake of Solomon's death, Ominis decides that Sebastian cannot be trusted to make sound judgement and takes measures to ensure that Sebastian will present no danger to himself or others. Sebastian was lucky this time, the new fifth-year and Anne were willing to spare him, but the next time Sebastian crosses a line, Ominis might not be able to save him from death or Azkaban. Ominis has practically lost Anne, he cannot lose Sebastian too, and he will do whatever it takes to protect Sebastian. Even from himself.
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Warnings: Sebastian x Ominis! Smut! Dubious consent (that is actually very consensual)! Post-canon! These idiots can't communicate to save their lives, but they'll get there by the end, I only write happy endings.
You can also read on AO3! (chapter specific warnings below)
Notes:
Warnings: Slightly dubious consent, and gay sex, a lot of it. Also, this is going to be pretty dark, so brace yourself.
While writing chapter 17 of It's My Own Design, during Ominis’ mental breakdown, my brain decided to spawn a world where the Keeper (MC) isn't there to reassure Ominis that Sebastian can be tamed, where the MC of that universe doesn't love Sebastian and doesn't serve as both translator and mediator between the two boys.
The result was a lot of porn, and this fic, I suppose.
It's just 4 chapters long and they're already mostly written, just got to add notes to them and finish the last bit of the epilogue, I'll be uploading them once a week, so please look forward to them! ;)
I swear I'm working on the next chapter of It's My Own Design, it's halfway done, another 5k+ words to go- I injured my dominant index finger and it got infected, so writing is a little annoying at the moment lol
The title's my favorite song from Linkin Park, the first verse fits this Ominis so well, and I can hear this Sebastian singing the second verse at Ominis xP
Also, have you heard the Arcane rendition? It is so good omg xD
Edit: Hey, I found a nice quote for this chapter =D
"We are more often frightened than hurt; and we suffer more in imagination than in reality." ~ Seneca
“Those are my terms.”
“Can't say I understand your choice of plaything, son. But I'm proud that you've come to understand and accept your place.”
“...do we have a deal?”
“How cold you are towards your loving family, tsk tsk.”
“Do we have a deal?”
“Hmph, very well. Welcome home, Ominis.”
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The soft tap of footsteps echoed through the cold hallways, clattering across the stone. He hated this place, hated the stench of blood, the emptiness that stretched across the dungeons beneath the Gaunt estate. He could almost hear the mournful wails of the souls that had been stolen in this hell.
He hated it, all of it. Hated that he had to be here, hated that he'd had to put his most precious and treasured prize in this horrid place, but he'd made his choice. Chosen to play the role of the pure-blooded heir, all for him. For him.
Coming to a stop in front of one of the doors in the long hallway, he placed his thumb on the handle and felt a prick as the lock checked his blood, before disengaging.
Speaking gently, he pushed the door open slowly, not wanting to startle his beloved. “Sebastian.”
“O- Ominis...”
Ominis ignored the slight tremble in the brunet's beautiful voice - he must still have startled him - smiling sweetly instead as he greeted. “Good evening, Sebastian. I'm sorry I'm late today, the Minister was being more tedious than usual.”
“That's- Ominis, please, just let me-” The sound of metal rattling against itself reached his ears.
“Shh...” Ominis murmured, taking off his coat and hanging it on the rack, leaving his wand in the pocket as he kicked off his dress shoes and strolled across the plush carpet until he reached the bed. “Not tonight love, I'm tired.”
He reached forward, following the sound of shaky breaths to cup Sebastian's cheek, feeling the soft skin under his fingers, tracing them along the light scattering of stubble and running his thumb across the bags that had gathered under Sebastian's eyes.
“Did you eat today?” Ominis asked worriedly, concerned by how sunken the young man's cheeks had become over the last few years. He really needed to get Sebastian out of this hell hole, of course his parents’ dungeons weren't good for his bright and free-spirited partner.
“Ominis...”
Ah, he still leans into my touch, a soft smile spread across Ominis' lips, relaxing a tad at the reassurance. Still so sweet, trusting, he never changed, no matter what happened. He loved that about Sebastian.
“Ominis... is Anne still a-” The throat under his fingers flexed. “St- still... ali-”
“Have you eaten today?” Ominis interrupted, repeating his question again instead.
There was a long pause.
“I- yes. Or- well, tried, half.”
He frowned. “You need to try harder, if you do better, she might be persuaded to visit.”
A sharp breath under his palm. “Please- Ominis, I just need to speak with her, a letter, a howler, anything! I need to know she's still-”
“Hasn't forgiven you.” He cut in coldly.
And she never will, the dead could not change their minds after all.
The clang of metal told him how painful those words had been and Ominis felt a pinch of guilt, suppressed with practised ease, this was all for Sebastian's own good.
“It's okay, Sebastian.” Ominis murmured softly, taking him into his arms. “Even after everything you've done, I still love you, I'm still here with you. I will never leave you.”
He felt Sebastian cling to his dress shirt, wetness on his shoulder and sobs in his ear, and Ominis smiled, content to hold his precious sweet treasure.
He'd already lost Anne, he couldn't bear to lose Sebastian too. So, he'd done what he had to.
Months after Solomon's death, Sebastian's friend had approached Ominis to share their concerns with him, and as time passed, Ominis too came to understand that Sebastian would cease to be himself, if he stopped trying to save Anne.
That Sebastian would never forgive himself for not doing his utmost to prevent her death. That he would waste away and lose his light, and that they might as well send him to Azkaban for all the difference it would make. Sebastian was withering, and sparing him had not stopped his deterioration, only made him submit to this slow death without protest.
So, Ominis made sure that Sebastian could keep trying his best, but would neither harm others nor himself in his passion. Solomon's murder had made it clear to Ominis that Sebastian could not be trusted to make sound judgement, not while he was driven mad by fear for Anne's life. Ominis knew well how that felt, and he wished to spare Sebastian the need to think if he could.
The Gaunt family had no shortage of means to hold people prisoner, to make them disappear, and Ominis wasn't afraid to exploit that connection... now that he needed to.
It had been sickening, going back to his parents to grovel and plead for a chance to reclaim his position in the family, to become exactly what everyone expected when they looked at him. Just another inbred noble pure-blooded purist, just another corrupt ministry official in their broken government. Just another stooge of highborn aristocracy.
But it was all worth it, for Sebastian. To protect Sebastian from destroying himself, chasing an impossible dream. To protect his heart and grant Sebastian his wish to never experience the grief of losing Anne, to never have to bury her.
Ominis had sworn, as he stood in black amongst Feldcroft's residents early last year, that Anne would never die, she would live on in Sebastian's mind, in Sebastian's world.
Sebastian's selfless heart would never break, he would never know that she now lay beside the man he'd murdered, in the backyard of an empty house. He would go on fighting to save her, never changing, never losing that endless optimism that Ominis so envied.
He would never stop fighting, Sebastian would always be courageous and strong, but also safe and his.
Ominis pressed his nose against Sebastian's nape, trailing his fingers down Sebastian's arms, now slim with disuse, to touch the reddened skin of his wrists, raw and tender from pulling on his chains.
“Darling, I told you not to struggle too much.” Ominis sighed in disappointment, feeling Sebastian shiver against his body.
“I- it was in my sleep. I had a nightmare.”
“You poor thing. What was it about?” Ominis cooed, running his fingers through soft wavy locks, breathing in the soft scent of the bathing oils he'd given Sebastian to use, the same soothing lavender scent Ominis loved and applied on his letters, he smells like mine now.
“I- Anne... I dreamt that she-” Sebastian's voice became choked and he clung tightly to Ominis’ shoulders.
“I see, what an awful dream. I suppose that can't be helped.” Ominis pressed a kiss into his hair and lifted his head from Sebastian's shoulder. “Nobbs.”
The family house elf appeared beside the bed with a pop. “Yes, young master?”
“Fetch a wiggenweld potion.” Ominis instructed and the elf soon returned with the requested vial, before leaving when dismissed. He unstoppered the vial and poured it into his mouth, before setting the vial aside, thinking to himself that he really should stock some in the drawers.
He felt for Sebastian's cheek, held the young man by his jaw and pressed his lips to Sebastian's, feeding him the potion from his mouth and feeling the brunet's throat flex, swallowing against his thumb.
Even after the last drop of potion had slid down his throat, Ominis kept their lips pressed together, chasing the fluid with his tongue, slipping into Sebastian's mouth and coaxing his beloved to dance with him. Mapping out every inch like he hadn't memorised the shape of each tooth by now.
Even after five years, he could still barely believe that he could have this, have Sebastian.
It had not been three months after Ominis tric- convinced Sebastian to visit his family manor with him at the end of their fifth-year. After Ominis had caged his best friend in these dungeons.
The stubborn boy had been demanding that he be freed, shouting that he wasn't content simply searching for a cure in the forbidden books from the Gaunt library. That he needed his wand to attempt what he was reading, that he needed to go to Anne, needed to cure her.
Ominis had refused as always, Sebastian could read and research, and Ominis would acquire any tome he asked for, but he was not allowed his wand, nor would the seals on his cuffs allow him to use wandless magic. All the dark knowledge in the world would be harmless, as long as Sebastian couldn’t use any of it.
Sebastian had sobbed and screamed, fists tight in Ominis’ shirt as he begged Ominis to tell him why he was doing this. And in a moment of weakness, exhausted by the strain of conforming to his family and drained by continuously denying Sebastian, Ominis had spoken honestly.
“Because I love you.” He'd said with tears in his eyes. “And I can't bear to lose you.”
He'd expected Sebastian to push him away, to be disgusted and horrified that his captor was sexually attracted to him. Thought that he'd ruined any chance of reconciliation, that he would become the warden of a silent and repulsed prisoner. Though perhaps that would be less painful than the betrayed and hurt tone, with which Sebastian had been pleading for freedom every time he visited.
At least Sebastian would still be alive.
But instead, Sebastian's grip had loosened in his shirt, and then trembling fingers had touched Ominis' cheek, and Sebastian's voice cracked with trepidation. “You- Do you mean that?”
“...yes.” Ominis admitted, his tears rolling down his face, wet and cold. “I've always loved you. I'm sorry if it disgusts you, bu-”
Soft warm lips, tentative and uncertain were suddenly touching his own, and Ominis’ eyes had gone wide with shock. Is that- is he-
It'd felt like his heart would stop, frozen in disbelief, the world spinning around him, was that what he thought it was? He could feel Sebastian's breath against his cheek, nose pressed against his skin, Sebastian's hand now cradling his jaw gently, tenderly, as though he might break.
The moment felt like it lasted an eternity, before Sebastian broke the kiss, sounding uncharacteristically shy as he spoke. “I- I've also... always had feelings for you, I just never thought- and after what I'd done... I thought that you wouldn't... couldn’t possibly...”
Sebastian trailed off hesitantly and Ominis had surged forward, unable to restrain himself, now that he knew Sebastian returned his feelings. Years of loving the kindhearted boy, watching his best friend's bright soul become consumed by fear, anxiety, anger, and worst of all, his dangerous fascination with dark magic.
Wanting - longing - to hold him, to soothe him, to keep Sebastian safe from everything that had happened to him. Ominis had felt such joy, he'd finally done the right thing, thank Merlin. Imprisoning Sebastian hadn't been another dreadful mistake.
Ominis had pressed their lips together, hungry to taste more, to feel more, he'd pushed Sebastian onto the modest single bed that he'd placed in here for his childhood friend. Climbed onto the mattress, thinking that he would have to buy a larger bed, scrimp and save to make this prison more comfortable.
The ecstasy he'd felt was unimaginable, when Sebastian spread his legs for him. He'd grounded his hips against the hardness in Sebastian's pants, moaned at the sensation, filled with wonder that it was for him. That Sebastian was pawing at his chest and gasping against his mouth, soft keening sounds of pleasure and need escaping that delicious throat, and he'd nibbled at it, wanting to leave his mark.
Sebastian was his now, in every way.
He'd been clumsy and uncertain, Sebastian equally so, as they pulled at each other's clothing, eagerness making up for inexperience as he braced a hand against the headboard and palmed Sebastian's length, paying attention to the other boy's reactions as he tried to bring him pleasure.
How he'd come to love the way Sebastian gasped his name, when he thumbed at the sensitive crown of his erection and suckled on Sebastian's adorably pert nipples. The wonderful texture of Sebastian's skin under his tongue, between his teeth, the heat of his body, the way his best friend's length fit perfectly in his palm, an even better fit than his own.
He'd felt almost intoxicated by the sensation of their bare thighs pressed together, kissing his way up Sebastian's neck to find his panting mouth and steal his breath. He could almost forget the rattling of chains as Sebastian threaded his fingers into Ominis’ hair.
He'd never wanted to see so badly, than when Sebastian had come into his hand, the hot splatter of liquid against his arm, a last garbled moan of his name falling from his lips like a prayer. Even more so when Sebastian had then tentatively traced his fingers along the neglected tent in his pants and coaxed him onto his back, before mouthing at his hardness through the cloth.
Ominis could only bemoan his blindness and curse his incestuous ancestry as Sebastian tugged his erection free and curiously lapped at it, driving him mad with the thought that the soft wet heat laving over his sensitive crown was Sebastian's tongue.
When those soft lips parted, he couldn’t help but moan at the heat and wetness around him, sloppy wet sounds filling the room as Sebastian struggled to take his length in further, until he hit the back of his throat. It felt amazing, especially when Sebastian gagged on his erection, those hot and tight walls closing around him as the ambitious boy pushed himself past his limits.
He'd wanted to press in further, it felt so good, wanted to feel Sebastian's throat bulge with his hardness, but he didn't want to hurt his beloved, he should let Sebastian slowly become accustomed to taking his cock.
Already brought to the brink by the thought alone, he'd only gotten to enjoy the wet heat of Sebastian's mouth for a few moments, before he reached his peak, unable to resist gripping Sebastian's hair tightly as he came, holding the brunet in place and forcing his seed down his throat.
The sound of Sebastian swallowing was the most wonderful thing he'd ever heard, and Ominis knew that, now that he'd heard it. Now that he'd experienced this euphoria, he would need it again and again for the rest of his life. He would not be able to survive without Sebastian's body, without his warmth.
So, when Sebastian laid against his chest - the two of them basking in the afterglow, grappling with the change in their relationship - pleading once more. “Ominis, please, let me go. I'm already yours, I promise, you won't lose me.”
Ominis smiled faintly, pressed a kiss to Sebastian's hair and answered. “When I'm certain you won't endanger yourself or others, I will speak with Anne, try and convince her to hear you out. But until then, you must stay here, I can't trust that you won't do something foolish when I'm not able to mind you.”
He'd kept the truth silent in his heart, that now that he had Sebastian's love, he was more certain than ever that he would never let Sebastian go. Ominis would keep him here, safe, protected, his.
If only it were that easy.
This was Sebastian and, naturally, he couldn't simply wait obediently at home. Ominis had had many heart attacks over the last five years, whenever Sebastian attempted to escape his home.
He'd seemed wary, maybe even scared, of retaliation or punishment, each time Ominis or the house elves or even the family snakes, caught him and dragged him back to his room, but it never came. For Ominis loved Sebastian so much that - even while his attempts to escape were frustrating and upsetting - Ominis also found them quite charming and sweet.
Still fighting desperately to go save his sister, there was the wonderful selfless and persistent boy Ominis had fallen for as a child, long before he'd even known what love was.
Their friend had asked about Sebastian several times over the years and Ominis had passed along many letters to them for Sebastian. After having the elves double check that the letters contained no hint of Sebastian's situation, of course.
While Ominis was grateful to them for helping him protect Sebastian all those years ago, he didn't trust that their mysterious friend wouldn't attempt to free Sebastian, and Ominis hadn't quite forgiven them for getting between him and Sebastian back in fifth-year.
He wondered sometimes however, what they would think if they knew what had become of Sebastian, if they were to see him now. To see how pliant the cocky boy had become.
Ominis nibbled lightly at Sebastian's lips as he drew back, delighting in the shiver that rippled through Sebastian as he continued nipping along the young man's jaw. Trailing lower and tugging on the wavy curls at the back of his head, to tilt it back and expose more of that delicious skin.
A soft moan slipped through Sebastian's lips as Ominis mouthed at his Adam's apple, sliding his other hand down, to cup the half-hard length in his drawers.
“I- I thought you were tired-” Sebastian gasped as Ominis stroked him through the cloth, his words turning into a whimper of need when the hand left him.
“I'm never too tired for you.” Ominis chuckled, encouraging Sebastian to lie down on the bed while he began to unbutton his undershirt.
“How do you want me?” Sebastian murmured, the sound of cloth rustling as he shucked them hastily.
“I think I'd like you to bend over for me, how's that sound?” Ominis asked with a gentle smile.
“Sure.” Sebastian answered quickly, the word coming out breathless with arousal and Ominis chuckled fondly again, as he set aside his pants as well.
Trailing his fingers lightly along Sebastian's back, he delighted in the shivers and shudders it incited, as Sebastian arched into his touch, till his fingers came to the crack of his bum, and Ominis found it absolutely precious when Sebastian pressed back against the fingers swirling around his rim.
“Ominis...” Sebastian groaned when Ominis replaced his fingers with his erection, laying it over the crack and continuing to tease, letting his heavy length rub back and forth between Sebastian's cheeks, sticky pre-cum oozing from his tip at the sensation. “Please...”
Shuddering at the need in his voice, Ominis took pity on him and gathered the fluid at his tip on a finger, beginning to spread the slick around Sebastian's entrance. Who would have thought that the stubborn and proud boy would be such a needy lover? The few times when Ominis worried that Sebastian might feel coerced into making love with him were easily dismissed by how slutty the brunet was in bed.
In fact, the first time they'd tried penetrative sex, Ominis had - to Sebastian's surprise - offered to bottom.
“Are you sure?” Sebastian had asked, clearly trying not to sound too eager, his freckled cheeks warm under Ominis’ palm.
“Yes.” He'd replied, afraid of hurting Sebastian because he didn't know what being penetrated felt like.
So, he'd laid down on his back and spread his legs, and it hadn't taken any further convincing for Sebastian to follow, kneeling between his thighs, and Ominis had offered him a vial of oil he'd readied beforehand. They would have to do this manually, for he would not risk bringing his wand within Sebastian's reach.
Though Sebastian had later used the remaining lubricant to escape his confinement, at least he hadn't scrimped on the preparation, so Ominis had forgiven him for the slight.
“Tell me if it feels uncomfortable, alright?” Sebastian had murmured as he pushed a slick finger into Ominis and he'd nodded, trying to keep his body relaxed as Sebastian slowly worked him open.
It felt strange at first, but the warmth of Sebastian's searching fingers and the knowledge that it was Sebastian touching his insides, was enough to keep his excitement alive. That, and the way Sebastian had peppered kisses along his chest, murmuring praise as he worshiped Ominis’ body.
Ominis had never thought himself anything particularly special, physically, never had anything to compare to, but with the way Sebastian spoke... Well, Ominis was left wondering if Sebastian was insane or if he was actually the most beautiful person on Earth.
When Sebastian replaced his fingers with his erection, Ominis had gasped as the tip slipped into his body, feeling the painful stretch of his rim around the new intrusion.
The brunet had groaned as he inched forward slowly, length sinking deeper into Ominis body, Sebastian choking out in a strained voice. “Ominis- haa, you feel so good... never- never thought you would let me-”
Ominis’ heart felt like it would burst from his chest as Sebastian mumbled incoherently over him, delighted to be affecting Sebastian so deeply. Yes, become addicted to me, as I am to you.
The harsh panting - interspersed with moans - that fell from Sebastian's lips when their hips were finally pressed together were well worth the discomfort, and the idea of having Sebastian's seed in him made Ominis burn with desire. He wanted everything Sebastian had, everything that he was.
He'd pulled Sebastian close and whispered a simple. “If you're mine, make me yours too?”
He'd felt Sebastian's length twitch within him and with a heated groan, Sebastian's hips had snapped forward, bucking into him so abruptly that it'd forced a moan from Ominis, an unexpected burst of pleasure shooting through his veins when Sebastian bottomed out, that hard length inside his body pressing against something amazing, deep within him.
Of course, Sebastian would feel amazing, they were made for each other. They were two halves and, only when they were joined like this, were they whole. Ominis had dug his nails into Sebastian's back, groaning as his beloved rocked in and out of him with building desperation.
His toes curled with every thrust, feeling the strength and ardour that Sebastian was pouring into his body, it was indescribable. The dirty sound of their thighs meeting and heated breaths against his collar, the firm grip on his hips, as though he were actually just something that belonged to Sebastian, a means of chasing his pleasure.
Was this what Sebastian would feel?
The thought melted his mind and without a single touch to his bouncing length, Ominis came, the sticky heat of his seed spurting between their bodies as his mind went white with euphoria.
“Fuck, Ominis, so beautiful-” Sebastian babbled feverishly, and Ominis felt his cheeks flush at the praise. He had no idea what his expression looked like, but it was apparently enough to make Sebastian come, heat filling his insides and Ominis clenched around him at the sensation, he wanted every drop.
Sebastian gasped for breath as he ground his hips against Ominis for a few more moments, before slumping, bracing his weight on his arms, and Ominis could feel droplets of perspiration tapping on his chest.
Sebastian had slowly extracted himself and laid on the bed beside him, and Ominis had been quite displeased when he felt Sebastian's seed trickling out of him. He'd wanted it to stay, to become a part of him, and Ominis had resolved to find a way to do that. He'd known, after all, that he would be far more upset if his own seed didn't become a part of Sebastian when he took his turn.
Ominis smiled at the memory, as he pressed a kiss to Sebastian's shoulder, continuing to trace his fingers around Sebastian's entrance, around the butt plug that was still in him, spreading his pre-cum around the rim. Before gently tugging the plug free, a heated moan came from Sebastian as it slipped out of him.
“...I feel so empty.” Sebastian mumbled, and Ominis could hear the smile in his words.
“You greedy little thing.” Ominis chided with a fond chuckle, shaking his head helplessly. “You needn't worry, you won't be for long.”
Sebastian shivered and released a breathy moan as Ominis slipped his finger into his loose opening, pleased to find it still slightly slick from their last round in the morning, before leaving the bed for a moment to fetch a clean plate for the plug and collect lubricant from a drawer.
Returning to kneel between Sebastian's legs again, Ominis took a moment to blow lightly on Sebastian's cute pucker, making him jolt in surprise and complain with a whine. “...Ominis...”
“Yes?” He asked with amusement as he slicked himself up with the oil.
“Ugh, quit teasing and start fucking my brains out.” Sebastian grumbled, dropping his forehead onto the bed with a frustrated groan.
Chuckling again, Ominis positioned himself and leaned forward, draping himself over Sebastian's back and murmuring. “As you wish.”
He snapped his hips forward, and Sebastian moaned loudly when Ominis drove into him in a smooth motion, entire body shuddering from pleasure as the force of the thrust pressed Sebastian into the sheets, the tip of his length grinding against the brunet's prostate and making his toes curl.
Ominis sighed contentedly, it felt like coming home, back where he belonged, one with Sebastian, hot and tight, wrapped around him like a glove, a perfect fit. It had been impossible to find a plug that was comparable to his girth when fully erect, but Sebastian had never complained about the slight pain he must feel, so Ominis hadn't bothered to customise one.
Leaning forward, Ominis placed light kisses on Sebastian's back, lapping at the beads of sweat that had begun to gather on his skin. He loved Sebastian so much, everything about him was perfect, the way his chest heaved for breath and shuddered around Ominis’ length, a feast for his senses every time.
“Move, move, please-” Sebastian mumbled, fists clenching in the sheets, his pleas muffled against the cloth as Ominis started thrusting, slowly at first, to the delightful sound of Sebastian begging between gasps. “Moremoremore-”
Insatiable, Ominis thought to himself fondly, placing his hand over Sebastian's and entwining their fingers as he set a brutal pace, pounding into him. His soul singing with joy as he gave Sebastian what he wanted, wondering what Sebastian's face looked like, wishing he could see the brunet's expression as he fucked him so hard that Sebastian's mumbles sounded almost delirious.
The sound of their bodies meeting echoed through the room, mingling with Sebastian's moans, and Ominis groaned, his eyes slipping close, every thrust bringing him closer to the brink. It was so good, dragging his swollen cock along Sebastian's insides, he could do this forever and it wouldn't be enough, he wanted to paint his seed in every corner of Sebastian's body.
“Call for me, love?” Ominis murmured into Sebastian's ear, nipping lightly at its shell.
“Haa... O- Ominis...” Sebastian gasped, struggling to gather enough oxygen to speak between every thrust against his prostate, whimpering as he was driven into the sheets, desperately digging his toes into the bed as it bounced beneath him. “...Ominis- Omi-”
With a high moan, and the sound of the sheets tearing in Sebastian's grip, he came, sticky fluid dribbling onto the cloth from his hanging length as it began to soften.
“Tsk tsk.” Ominis sighed fondly, enjoying the way Sebastian rippled and spasmed around him. “You know these sheets aren't cheap.”
“S- sor- ahn-” Sebastian panted against the sheets, choking on the words as Ominis continued to thrust into him, writhing in blissful agony as his oversensitive prostate continued to be battered, his knees giving out under him.
“What a selfish little thing, coming without me.” Ominis shook his head as he removed himself momentarily, to roll Sebastian onto his back.
“Sor- sorry-” Sebastian muttered, sounding completely out of it.
Ominis chuckled, wondering if Sebastian even really knew what he was apologising for, as he hooked Sebastian's legs over his shoulders and sank back into Sebastian's body, making the brunet jolt and whine.
“Hnnng- Omi- too mu-” Sebastian choked as Ominis began thrusting again.
“Just a little more, darling.” Ominis cooed, tracing his fingers teasingly over Sebastian's soft length, delighted when Sebastian tore at the sheets further with another whine, his back arching and insides clamping down on him as Ominis sought his peak with more urgency.
Pushing once more into that velvety hot heaven, Ominis felt the dam burst, groaning, as he poured his seed into Sebastian and continued to fuck him with slow lazy thrusts, pushing his cum deeper into Sebastian's body as Ominis worked every last drop into him.
Sebastian panted heavily, shuddering while Ominis wandlessly Accio-ed the butt plug from its plate on the bedside table. Continuing to hold Sebastian's legs up on his shoulders, as he inched out slowly to avoid spilling any of his seed, and slipped the plug back in in his place.
Now safely stoppered up, Ominis lowered Sebastian's legs to the bed and tiredly laid himself down beside the brunet with a contented sigh, happy when Sebastian immediately latched on to him for a cuddle. He was so precious, especially after sex.
The two simply laid together for several minutes on the torn sheets, sticky but sated and comfortable, catching their breaths, before Sebastian asked tentatively. “Ominis...”
“Yes, Sebastian?”
“...why haven't you changed the lock?”
“You mean after you used my seed to escape?” Ominis asked dryly.
“...yeah...”
“Because I'd rather risk you getting out, than someone getting in while I'm away.” The unspoken reminder that Sebastian was quite helpless, chained and without magic as he was, lay heavy in the air between them.
“Someone?”
“...you needn't trouble yourself, that's my responsibility.” Ominis answered simply, pressing a kiss to Sebastian's forehead.
Yes, it was his responsibility, his duty to keep his greatest treasure safe. From more than just Sebastian himself, for Ominis wasn't the only one living in this manor, or using these dungeons.
His older brother had been asking to see Sebastian since Ominis came home, saying that he was curious what pretty toy would matter so much to his rebellious little brother, that he would finally become so subservient to their parents. Well, hell would sooner freeze over than for Ominis to let his sick and slimy brother anywhere near his Sebastian.
Ominis just needed a bit more time to build his own wealth and power, and he could only hope that their parents would live till he could move out with Sebastian. Take him far out of anyone else's reach, far away from this dark place. Before Marvolo became the head of the Gaunt family.
Only then would Sebastian truly be safe.
Notes:
Did ya'll catch all the lines I worked in from the game? I love doing that, and don't worry, the dubious-consent is gonna be flipped to completely consensual next chapter, which is written from Sebastian's perspective xD
Though, that doesn't change the fact that both boys are mildly unreliable narrators and Ominis is doing some big irl yikes here. Don't worry, they get a happy ending. I love happy endings.
Though I do want to talk about that a bit, my reasons for thinking that this is a possibility to begin with, and why what Ominis is doing is still ultimately wrong. Even if we can understand why he's doing it.
We see from the questline that Ominis deals with fear and anxiety by distracting himself, by pushing responsibility to other people, by giving the job of Thinking to others, and trying to maintain the status quo.
Allowing MC to manipulate him, even saying “I see what you did there” outside the Scriptorium, and letting MC cast the Imperius curse on him. Which, bro, if you give me permission to force you, you might as well step aside yourself. It's the same.
He gives the best friend duty of supervising, and supporting Sebastian, to a stranger who has known Sebastian for less than a year. He says he might be ready to sacrifice his friendship with Sebastian but shows that he isn't. Even at the end, he can't bear to take responsibility for choosing Sebastian's fate, giving that to MC.
He's also manipulative, we see that from how his first response to pretty much every problem is coercion. Threatening to use his family connections outside the Undercroft, his first response to Anne getting Solomon, being to go and manipulate the headmaster into not believing Solomon. Not to mention trying to guilt trip Sebastian a bunch through the story.
Understandable, of course, considering his shit family and upbringing, but it's an undeniable reality. (And yes, Ominis' negative traits got worse because Sebastian got severely depressed after the end of the questline.)
Despite all this, of course, Ominis needs Sebastian, even though his instinct after his parents’ abuse is to run from fear, to close his eyes and cover his ears, to avoid having to choose because choice comes with regret, he loves Sebastian enough to follow him to the catacombs, to try and save Sebastian from the dark magic he sees as evil because his abusive family uses it.
In contrast, Sebastian copes with fear by action, by trying to take his fate into his own hands and charging head first into the face of danger like a berserker. Recklessly. Kind of like Korra in the first season, prematurely confronting Amon because of her fear and anxiety.
Both coping mechanisms are bad for different reasons. But they're also very distinctly different, and actively conflict with each other. Which is why they're fun to write.
Though I do think Sebastian's cope method is still better despite its self-destructive element, because if you point that effort in the right direction with proper guidance, it actually gets things done, more than sticking one's head in the sand and maintaining the status quo, you know?
For readers of my main ongoing HL fic series, you'll recognise the next bit but bear with me xD
In my humble opinion, the one commonality between every single type of love, platonic, romantic, familial, friendship and camaraderie and everything in-between, is “I don't want this person to suffer.” Now, the one stumbling block that a lot of people trip over is that the “suffer” should not be your own definition of “suffering”, it should be their definition of “suffering”.
The problems arise when you try to protect someone from what you personally think is the “worst suffering”, and put them through their “worst suffering” in the process. That's what Ominis is doing, and what Solomon did with Sebastian too, and we all know how that turned out.
(Don't worry, this won't go the Solomon way because, unlike that immature egotistical asshole, Ominis actually loves Sebastian and puts him first.)
So, anyway, my point is that if you love someone, find out what their “worst suffering” is, and try to remember to protect them from their “worst suffering” and not your own, when you naturally, as a result of love, try to protect them from suffering.
If you don't, well, then you're not protecting them at all. You're hurting them.
And I hope it goes without saying that you shouldn't lock up your partner like Ominis did. Ominis was raised by abusive criminal racists in the 1890s in a war-torn country where slavery is legal. We don't have the same excuses. Unless you do, in which case, I am deeply sorry for you and hope this gives you a different perspective to consider.
All that aside, I hope you enjoyed the porn and feels, brace for more, Ominis is gonna need one hell of a wake up face-full of cold water to get out of his current mentality.
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hogwartslegacypics · 2 years ago
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HL rewrite: instead of Seb casting crucio on MC (he can't in this rewrite, he cares about them too much), or MC casting it on him (the feeling is mutual, so they can't cast it either), MC casts it on themselves while Seb and Ominis are trying to figure out what to do. All of a sudden, they hear screaming coming from behind them, and they find MC lying on the floor. Imagine their shock and horror. The door still opens, and the rest of this quest goes as usual, but now the boys need to carry MC around because they're too weak to stand.
I HC that the cruciatus curse MC/Seb casts is much weaker because neither of them want to hurt each, which is why we see Natty react much more extremely when she gets hit with it from an actual hostile person. So now that MC has cast it on themselves, fully intending to make it work, it hits a lot harder, weakening them severly. I'm still on the fence on whether or not they would take them to the Undercroft or the ROR, or maybe even the nurse (there's an appeal in the boys being desperate to take care of MC, even at the risk of very big consequences.)
Either way, we should have gotten more options during that quest. Well, all quests, really.
omg yes i’ve always wondered what would have happened if they were unable to cast it on each other. like imagine if it took place later in the game when mc and seb are closer and have had more time to bond and/or if mc and seb were in a relationship and were both just straight up unable to cast the curse. they would have been so fucked. that is such a good idea though and i could see one of them attempting to cast it on themselves and perhaps being able to will it to work just by knowing that the only alternatives are dying in that room or hurting the other. i do wonder if they could cast it long enough though because i highly doubt one would be able to continue casting it once the pain hits. if you touch boiling water for example, your immediate instinct is to flinch away. just a second of it may have been enough to trigger the doors to open though.
i think they would take mc to the undercroft and ominis would stay with mc and attempt to comfort them while sebastian sneaks into the restricted section to look for any books that could provide some info or remedies for after the cruciatus curse. no way the restricted section doesn’t have any books about that. i could also see them being so worried that they take mc to the nurse too though. i’ve read a few fanfics where they do that. i can also imagine them being a little concerned for the mc even after they recover too because of the fact that they would have wanted to hurt themselves in order for it to work at all.
i 100% agree with your headcanon! the degree of pain definitely depends on how strong the intent is. seb/mc didn’t actually want to cause pain, they wanted to get out of there alive. it also was their first time casting that curse whereas dark wizards have casted it numerous times. i’m ignoring that the game made it look so effortless for them because they for sure must have had to really will and mentally prepare themselves to be able to cast it. “if i don’t cast this curse on him/her we are going to die in here, so i NEED to cast it.” i wish it would have failed at first too and taken multiple attempts because it would have made it more realistic.
also wanna add a headcanon of mine that i don’t think sebastian was planning on casting it, i think he was planning on enduring the pain. when he said “i know what to do. it’s going to be difficult” i 100% believe he was referring to ominis casting it on him. he wanted ominis to cast it because of experience (also obviously seb wasn’t going to cast it on ominis) and he knew mc didn’t know it. no reason to teach mc if there were two willing participants, and i highly doubt that after convincing mc and ominis to go there with him, he’d expect mc to be the one to take the pain of the curse. then when ominis refused to cast it, seb didn’t just go “well looks like i have no choice but to cast it on you” to mc, but he offered to teach mc so they could cast it on him. when mc has no choice but to be the other participant, he lets mc choose what they’d rather do.
now i’m imagining what if mc didn’t want to learn it and didn’t want to experience it/seb didn’t want to cast it on mc so seb would have to cast it on himself
but yeah i wish we had more options with quests and that our choices would actually make an impact besides just getting a slightly different cutscene or slightly different dialogue. i wanna see the lasting effects of our choices
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