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🍺🖤This Hell We Create

Sebastian x F!Muggle!Reader with eventual smut, minor Garrinis [E-Rated, 4.9k words]

Bonny sidles along the bar with a tray of empty glasses. Her massive grin ekes a more genuine smile out of him, which makes your stomach flip unpleasantly. "Evenin'." "Looking good as always," she winks, "don't he, Miss?" His eyes meet yours, and they might as well be undressing you. "Well? Don't I always look good, bar girl?"

An incident occurs when Sebastian Sallow is having a drink.

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TW: alcoholism, grief, swearing, non-explicit sexual assault (this is not committed between Sebastian and the bar girl; I've marked the beginning and end of the passage with /////, if you wish to skip. Please take care!)

2: universal constants

The freckled stranger, Sebastian Sallow, breaks his four-month streak the day after you learn the truth.

"Has he come in yet?" you ask Bonny, one of the newer serving girls with a big heart – and even bigger bosom. It makes her popular with the older men, though she lavishes the attention. "Is he sitting in the garden?"

"Ain't seen a wink of him, miss," she says blithely. "Trust me, I won't be missing that muscled chest of his anytime soon, woooooo wee."

"Control yourself, Bonny."

"Don't know how you do. If it was me he was ogling I'd be all over him like Jesus on a Christmas turkey after his fortieth day in the desert."

You furrow your brow. "What? Ogling?"

She lets out a squalling giggle. "You ain't noticed the way he looks at you? I tell you what! You got assets, miss, and oh Lord does he know."

You flush deeply, and when she heads away to wipe a table, you glance down at yourself. You don't have a lot to boast about, frankly – you don't have enough money for fine clothes and your hair is raggedy on a good day, often thrown into a haphazard bun. What Sebastian Sallow has to look at, you'll never know.

Not that it matters. You wouldn't care – don't care – either way. You're glad Sebastian is getting help for his drinking problem and not squandering his time, money and potential. Still you glance to the barstool, his barstool, and recognise a pang of sadness at his absence. He's good company when he tries. You don't miss his attitude and poor life choices, but you do miss those kernels of goodness, like when he tries to make you laugh, or when he's happily entertaining conversation to pass the night.

He just needs to embrace them.

Don't give him too much credit. So he had one day of realisation? Ultimately it means nothing without the work. And it's not too late for today – he might come in later.

You sweep yourself down, retie your hair, and use the brass tap as a mirror to thumb away the dirt on your cheeks. For prosperity.

He doesn't come.

The next day, the door opens at precisely eight o'clock. Your head swings up from cleaning a nearby table. The man who strolls inside isn't Sebastian, however, but someone else – a new stranger. His fine garb, lacquered cane and pristine gold band on his ring finger are so at odds to the humble surroundings that you think he must've got lost on his way to the bank, the courthouse, or hell, bloody Buckingham Palace itself.

"Welcome to Ye Olde Hen House," you call. "Want a drink?"

His head cants, and then he's weaving between tables and chairs and Squiffy Joe. The stranger is tall and commands presence, but not in the way Sebastian does – this man is slender and lean, with coiffed dark blonde hair and a scattering of moles on his face. It's his eyes that draw you in the most, though, like waxy opals. They never quite focus on you.

"Good evening. I'm looking to thank you, actually. My name is Ominis Gaunt."

That rings a bell. Sebastian mentioned him once. Best friend, he called him, along with some other chap named Garreth.

"Oh yeah, one of Sebastian's?"

His lips press into a line. "I'd rather not be referred to as one of Sebastian's, but yes, we are reluctantly acquainted."

"What's this about thanks, then? Haven't seen him in a coupla' days."

"Precisely." His smile is genuine, but practiced. "He's trying to turn over a new leaf with his drinking habits, and I'm lead to believe you were the catalyst."

You snort. "I told him to sod off, if that's what you mean."

"Oh, I do like you. Yes, I'm afraid his sister's death hit him hard, and despite encouragement, I've never been able to help him overcome the grief. But you... you did. Without trying, no less."

You shrug. "Just told him to pull himself together or take his shit elsewhere."

"And I believe those words, coming from a near stranger, were exactly what he needed to hear, so I am grateful."

It's good to hear that you helped pull him from the pits – though that pang rolls through you again. You try squash it, but it resolutely shrinks until it's in a corner of your heart you can't reach.

"Sure you can't be grateful by putting money in my till?" you say to distract yourself.

Ominis lets out an amused sniff. "Very well, you've earnt it. A pot of breakfast tea will do."

"... Breakfast tea."

"Yes."

"In a pub."

"Yes."

"At eight o'clock at night."

"Do you always question your patrons' beverage of choice?"

"Only the bizarre ones. Sit at the bar, tea coming up."

You pour it for him. He uses his fingers to discern the coin value of his payment, and when he puts his cane aside, feels for the teacup's handle too.

"Thank you." He takes a sip, and the steam glistens on his skin. "Very nice."

"Just a Twinings blend."

He purses his lips, but does not comment – a move so unlike Sebastian you struggle to see how they're friends at all. Sebastian is beer, muscle and opinions; Ominis Gaunt is tea with his pinkie out, slender hands that have never seen labour, and quaint contemplation in near-silence. His accent is clipped and precise, each syllable like a dagger strike.

"You've been friends a long time?" you ask, too curious about this undrawn curtain of Sebastian's life.

"He works with me in law enforcement," Ominis says. "We're detectives."

Your eyes go wide. Sebastian is a bloody policeman?

"I take it by your silence that you're surprised."

It would explain why he's so... distractingly muscular. "A drunk officer?"

"He's been on extended leave since Anne was— since her passing."

"I see." Extended leave this long? Is that where your taxes are going? To keep Sebastian watered? "I'm glad he's got work, but can't see him enforcing the law for toffee. If anything it seems like he'd break it."

Ominis smiles with dark amusement. "I can understand the sentiment, but he is excellent at his job, though I'll never admit it to his face."

"Been doing it a long time?"

"Since I finished school. Sebastian is a more recent acquisition and works under me. I helped him secure the job."

"Really? What was he doing before?"

"Now that," he says, bringing the cup to his lip, "is something you'll have to ask him yourself."

You leave Ominis to his tea, though steal the occasional glance to check up on him. He doesn't need it, never speaks, never acknowledges anything around him. Halfway through his pot Bonny asks whether he's lost his way to Mayfair and needs a carriage called, but Ominis politely, amusedly, declines, and thanks her for her kindness.

"Another?" you ask, when all that's left of his teabag is mushy dregs.

He stands to replace his coat and tugs his hands into leather gloves. "Thank you, but I must be going. If you would," he says, before you wish him farewell, "I'd like to ask for a favour."

Suspicion erodes your curiosity. "With?"

"Sebastian is haunted by many demons." His voice is monotone, but ironically it's those unusual eyes that give him away, tightening ever so slightly. "I have no doubt he's trying to give up his addiction—"

"Stop there, Mr Gaunt," you say quickly. "I ain't no doctor. I run a pub. I sell drink. I can't get Sebastian to quit."

"I wouldn't ask you to. I only ask that you monitor his habits in my stead." He takes something out of his pocket and slides it across the counter. "His welfare is important to me, and I would like to be kept informed if he ever... relapses."

It's not a business card, but a scrawl of a landline number on... parchment?

"Please telephone if there are any issues."

Ominis couldn't be any more different from Sebastian, looks, mannerisms, attitude, yet this one request speaks of how much he cares. You smile, endeared at their brotherly relationship, and idly wish there was someone in your life that would care about you as much.

You got assets, miss, and oh Lord does he know.

Shooing the thought away, you stuff the note down your apron. If Sebastian collapses on your turf, at least the responsibility is on Ominis' shoulders. You can be a messenger. It seems a fair deal.

"I'll keep an eye out."

Ominis bows his head slightly. "I appreciate it, madam. Thank you for your time." He half-turns, then adds wryly, "I would say I hope to hear from you... but I sincerely hope I don't."

Sebastian Sallow appears three days later.

You're bone-tired, fighting the yawns that sprawl across your face. Owing to your parents, you went to sleep late – but his arrival wakes you like a slap. He looks different: fresh and clean, colour to his skin, and groomed, with a beard that no longer threatens to overrun his face. He catches your eye and heads straight for you, and you can't help but feel like he sees you, and nothing, no one, else.

"Miss me?" he says with that velvet tone as he takes his usual spot.

"Eh," you say, shrugging. "I only missed your money."

"And I only missed your beer. Stout back?"

"New shipment came this yesterday. Pint?"

But he raises one of his hands.

"No. Half-pint... please."

You make a face and switch to a smaller glass. Despite the reduced size it near-vanishes down his throat, Adam's apple bobbing frantically, and relief collapses his brow like he's broken the surface after too long underwater. His knuckles are white, clenched so hard, and two protruding blue veins converge at his wrist.

"Can I—" He takes a deep, shaky breath. "Another half-pint, please?"

You think about Ominis, and the note in your apron.

"How about a break first?"

After a beat, he nods.

"Beer garden's open." You tilt your head to the back door, where Bonny is slaloming through a rowdy group of patrons. "Might be nice to distract yourself with fresh air."

"Nah. Then I can't bother you."

"What makes you think you're bothering me?"

"Two things are universal constants, bar girl." He rolls his shoulder, and the muscles in his forearm strain. "How much I like to win is one of them."

"Uh huh. What's the other?"

"A man doesn't kiss and tell."

"Shame. Might actually be relevant to your so-called 'winning'."

"On the contrary, the more I bother you, the less you'll be able to stop thinking about me." He tilts his head. "And I'd take that as a very big win."

You snort and flick a wet cloth at him as you go to leave – but his breathy laughter echoes.

His schedule becomes erratic, unpredictable. One week you see him daily, nursing his beer and doing his utmost to bother you (his words)... then the next week he won't appear at all, space taken by another annoying, but less charming, alcoholic. You're loath to admit you miss him on those days.

"Heard Ominis paid you a visit?"

Today he's trying – with emphasis – to nurse his half-pint slowly. His fingers circle around the rim.

"Yeah." You snort, squeezing a cloth into a glass. "Oddball, sorry to say."

Sebastian barks a laugh. "Don't be sorry, it's true. Posh git."

"Is he blind?" Shit, that sounded rude. "Er, hard of... sight?"

"Yeah, but he can still see bullshit a mile away. Never fell for any of my pranks at school."

It did make you wonder how Ominis could be so competent in his field. A drunk detective, fine, plenty of those on the force, but a blind detective? That was unheard of.

"Maybe you're just bad at pranks," you tease.

"I'll have you know, in first year I got him stuck in a tree when he was fast asleep. No one found him until next morning after he yelled his voice hoarse. Don't give me that look. He dunked me into the lake next day."

The lake. What sort of school did he go to?

"He told me you're a detective."

"Sort of."

"You're his assistant."

"That's what he said? Prick."

You cross your arms. "So it's not true?"

"He's above me in rank, but I sure as hell wasn't his assistant." His eyes trace you up and down, warming your cheeks. "What else did he tell you?"

The note weighs heavy in your apron. Should you say something? Ominis made no request of keeping it secret, but you don't want Sebastian to feel undermined, or worse, babied. He may be a drunk but he's still an adult man and capable of making his own decisions, no matter how stupid.

You wet your lips and decide, against your better judgement, to share. "He asked to give him a bell if something ever happened to you."

You wait for a twitch of his expression, betraying indignation or hurt, but Sebastian merely shrugs.

"Typical bore. He's been trying to get me to quit since I started. Surprised he deigned to come here himself and didn't send Garreth instead."

"I think," you say, feigning shock, "he might care about you."

"Can't have that. You say he gave you his telephone number?"

You roll your eyes. "I said you were bad at pranks, didn't know you were unoriginal too."

"He can't retaliate if I'm not there."

"'Ello, Mr Sallow!"

Bonny sidles along the bar with a tray of empty glasses. Her massive grin ekes a more genuine smile out of him, which makes your stomach flip unpleasantly.

"Evenin'."

"Looking good as always," she winks, "don't he, Miss?"

His eyes meet yours, and they might as well be undressing you.

"Well? Don't I always look good, bar girl?"

You blush. "I— you look— pale."

"Pale?" Bonny leans closer, then tuts. "Oh, your face is a bit peaky! You under the weather? Poor lamb. Get that drink down yous." She skips off with her next round. "You'll be right as rain in a jiffy!"

You clear your throat when she goes. "I'm sorry. She's new—"

"It's all right, she means well." He stares at his drink like he means to down it, but instead says, "Thank you."

"For what?"

"Looking out for me."

"I ain't done a thing, Sebastian."

His lips press to the rim of the glass, and it mists with his breath.

"Not yet."

/////

You're saved from answering by a high-pitched giggle. Bonny flutters a hand at a rowdy customer, a man in his fifties, belly so swollen with drink it flops out his shirt. He stands with his arms raised.

"Cor, you are a beaut, aren't you, Miss Bonny?"

She swipes the used glasses from his table. "You should drink more, ain't never been kinder!"

They laugh together. You shake your head, turn back to Sebastian. "Just don't fall asleep—"

The giggle turns into a shriek. Glass shatters. You spin back – Bonny has dropped the tray, shards glimmering all over the floor like granulated sugar. The patron raises his arms again, but this time she backs away, and this time there is fear in her eyes.

"N-No— don't touch—!"

"What're you on?" the patron bellows over her, all trace of comradery gone. "Clumsy girl, dropped your tray!"

You snatch a broom on the way over. "What's going on?"

But the man is angry now, pointing accusingly at her. "She dropped her tray! I tried to catch her! I did!"

You stand between them. "Happens all the time, no bother. Sit down, sir. Next drink on the house."

He backs down, satisfied.

You aren't.

Bonny's hands tremble when you turn to her, noting the way her face is drawn. It's like she sees the world in grey for the first time.

"You all right?"

"Y-Yes, Miss."

A piece of you breaks. "Sure?"

"R-Really, Miss, right as rain, I am." Her smile wobbles. "Just— I was silly, dropping them glasses—"

"Take a break." You don't touch her, but gesture to the stock room behind the bar. "Sit out back for a bit. I'll get Helene to stay with you, keep you company."

Tears fill her eyes. "A-Am I fired, Miss?"

"God above, no. Just... take deep breaths." You make sure you look her in the eye when you add, "It's not your fault."

But she moves sluggishly past you, eyes vacant.

"Isn't it?"

/////

Helene goes to her aid without complaint. You sweep the shards away and procure more drinks for the rowdy patrons, but your blood boils. You've been here eight years, you've seen the best of humanity... and you've seen the worst. Him, that pig – he's the product of a society that thinks their entitlement extends to taking what they want without ever accepting a no.

You bin the shards and almost collapse on the counter with exhaustion. Dealing with horrible customers is part of the job, but there's something especially vile about dealing with this sort.

The Pig laughs loudly with his friends – at the same time, only a wall away, Bonny is sobbing.

"I saw him."

You jolt at Sebastian's voice. God, you forgot he was there. His hands are shaking, but not from withdrawal – from anger.

"I saw him touch her." His voice is low and dark. "I should break his hand."

You wish he would. It would be but tiny retribution for what's owed, for how badly the Pig has irreparably altered Bonny's life. She's young, innocent – she doesn't deserve to fear the world because of it.

"It's our word against his," you murmur. "He won't face no justice."

Sebastian doesn't answer, just keeps staring at the man with hatred. Those kernals of goodness you know exist are now enveloped by black vines, poisoned by the desire for revenge, as dark and deeply-rooted as the stairs paved to hell.

"Don't do anything stupid," you warn.

"I wouldn't."

"You got that look in your eye."

"I always have this look in my eye."

Well, that's true at least. You lean towards him, voice crisp. "If you do anything in retaliation you will put Bonny in danger. And me too."

The loathing cracks. "You?"

"He's got a big group of friends! You think either of us will get off scot-free if their mate winds up in some alleyway with a black eye? Bonny won't talk, but they know I might – they'll know he got beat up because of me. You look like you can throw a punch, Sebastian, but you must not."

He hesitates. The black claw with its vice grip holds tighter. Then:

"I look like I can throw a punch?" He smirks, killing the moment. "Because I have muscled arms?"

Relief trickles through you. He understands. He's placated. He won't do anything – for Bonny... and for you.

"Don't get cocky about it," you sniff.

"You've been looking at my arms?"

They're hard to miss, especially with the sleeves rolled up, veins like cords, glistening with sweat and freckles and tattoos and good God you are blushing. It must be nice to be enveloped in those arms, in his protection. You turn away, clamping your jaw and feeling guilty about having such sordid thoughts after everything that's happened.

He takes the opportunity to flex them, and your traitorous eyes dip to them again, to the muscle contorting, straining against his skin.

"Don't do anything stupid," you snap again.

You put the conversation out of your head when you go into the back room.

When Sebastian comes that Saturday night, the pub heaving with customers, he brings a friend.

"This is Xander," he introduces, looking mightily pleased with himself. "Or should I say, Police Inspector Xander, Scotland Yard."

Panic bolts through you, and your gaze flickers to the stock room.

Xander ruffles, pretending to look put-out. "Off-duty, but yes. Hello, ma'am. Pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Off-duty or not, Sebastian has no idea what he's done bringing him here, no idea what he's risking. Play it cool. You shoot daggers his way, but they might as well be made of foam.

"Nice to meet you," you say through your teeth. "You know each other through work?"

Xander chortles. "Actually, Mr Sallow—"

"Please, you know I said to call me Sebastian."

"Quite! Sebastian and I met entirely by chance at the local farmer's market a few days ago. Turns out we both have a love of southern French cheeses! Say, did you try the Roquefort I suggested? Scoffed mine with my wife, I did."

Instantly you can tell this is all balderdash, because there's no way Sebastian Sallow, the drunken, tattooed stranger with more skeletons in his closet than freckles on his face, has any interest in cheese.

"I did," he panders. "I had some with those sourdough crackers from Harvey Nichols. Delicious."

Xander blusters. "Why, and I the exact same! How bizarre! Almost like you read my mind!"

"I've also," he brings out a round package made of... leaves? "brought some Banon cheese to try."

"Banon! Another favourite of mine!" He waggles a finger at Sebastian. "You know I never believed in fate and destiny, but I dare say some higher power has intervened to bring you into my life. God perhaps, or magic!"

"Magic?" Sebastian laughs. "As if."

There's certainly something rotten in the air, and it's not the Roquefort on Xander's breath.

Sebastian pledges to buy everything after Xander makes his order and finds a table. When he sidles to the counter, armed with a handful of coins, your faux smile drops into barely-restrained outrage.

"What the hell are you playing at, Sallow? Because I swear to God—"

"Sallow now? You remind me of one of my school teachers."

"Don't joke! The police cannot be here."

"Why not? You hiding something?"

"They just can't," you say quickly. "I know you've brought him because of that incident – he won't be able to do anything."

"He's off-duty." Sebastian is a lazy cat on a balmy summer's day. "Just here for a drink with me."

"He may have fallen for your French cheese nonsense—"

"I like rocky fort, thank you."

"— but I know you've got something up your sleeve."

"Staring at my arms again? You've got to stop that, bar girl. It's very perverse."

You grind your teeth together as you make the drinks. Sebastian is infuriating— no, infuriation, the very thing itself, rather than its pompous vessel.

"This isn't about your male ego," you snarl, when you hand both glasses to him. "It's about keeping Bonny safe."

His face changes instantly. "Is she all right? Is she here today?"

"No. I'm paying her some time off."

And good thing too, because the Pig has come every day since. He's over on the same table, laughing with the same group of friends, slurping at the same drink.

"If you get her hurt—"

"I won't." It's stony, hard truth. "On my word."

"Your word doesn't mean much to me."

He grins.

"It will."

After locking the stock room, you keep a close eye. He's left his barstool free to sit with Xander at the corner table, the two exchanging animated conversation over slices of Banon and sourdough crackers. All the hairs raise on your neck. Sebastian drinks and drinks, but it's easy to tell he's taking his time, doesn't indulge as much as he usually does. He's not trying to forget.

He trying to stay alert.

Whilst you're serving the local darts club, Sebastian stands, a swift movement you catch in your periphery. He mumbles something to Xander and heads towards the bar – but not to you, to Edith, one of the other barkeeps. You might've been hurt if not for the troublesome glint in his eye.

With too many customers you can't stop to chat, though you scrutinise Edith to see what he wants: five measures of straight vodka. A man trying to give up drinking does not order that many small glasses of pure alcohol... especially not when he and Xander, and the Pig and his friends, make five.

But you're too slow to stop him when he swiftly takes the tray from Edith's hands.

"You're busy, I'll carry it."

Sebastian turns his back to you – it's only for a second, but it's a second too long. Your trust whittles, you leave the darts club with half their orders and storm after him, catching his arm inches away from the table.

Muscle. You shouldn't notice, you're angry with him and he's about to do something reckless for God's sake, but his forearm is so hard and sturdy that a wild thrill runs up your spine. Imagine if he pulled you close, wrapped those sturdy arms around you, carding his fingers through your hair—

"Any excuse to touch my arms, bar girl."

You snatch away, blushing, irate. "Whatever you're about to do—"

"It's all in hand. On my word, remember?"

You trust Sebastian Sallow about as far as you can throw him.

... Yet you find yourself stepping away.

The Pig and his friends falter at first, but Sebastian is ignorant and cheery, almost like he's honoured to hand out the drinks.

"On me tonight, gentlemen," he announces. "Life is great, I got a promotion at work and I've finally scrounged up enough to finally propose to the bonny lass I've been seeing in secret. Achilles, you too, my friend!"

You end up hugging the wall close by as Xander and the men cheers to him. The Pig's friends are too drunk to notice Sebastian is a regular, too drunk to notice he was there last week. The Pig snorts as he raises his glass.

"Might do you better to leave it, boy. Women – ain't nothing good from them."

With a sinister smile, Sebastian downs his glass, and claps Xander on the back when he does the same.

"Well, gentlemen," Sebastian bows his head with a flourish, "my friend and I will leave you be. Do have a pleasant night!"

"I never have a pleasant night." The Pig hiccoughs. "Every time I go home, I wank myself off and cry because I can't get any woman to love me."

You go utterly still.

One of the Pig's friends chimes in with, "Me too."

"I use a sock," says the other.

"I just want a good fuck," the Pig mutters, though he turns red, like he's fully aware of what he's saying. "And not one I had to buy off the street. Bobbies are cracking down on my favourite spots, the bloody meaters."

Your gaze slides to Xander, whose face has turned iridescent with anger. You think the Pig and his friends will stop now – surely they can't embarrass himself anymore, surely they won't. But the truth spills out of them; they loudly confess their darkest, most humiliating secrets, crimes you never want to hear repeated, desires that make your stomach turn. The Pig declares to assaulting Bonny like it's nothing.

"And even she turned me down!" He sweats but doesn't stop. "The fucking audacity, after she flirted with me for so long!"

Xander marches forwards, brows cutting into his eyes, and produces his ID from his jacket pocket. "Police Inspector Achilles Xander of Scotland Yard. I think I've heard enough. All three of you will follow me to the station."

"What?" the Pig roars. "But I— we've done everything wrong!"

"I understand that perfectly well, sir!"

The Pig goes redder. "N-No, I— I buy prostitutes almost three times a week and avoid my taxes— fuck—"

"Really, sir! This is extremely inappropriate!" When the Pig flails, saying nothing, Xander harrumphs. "You'll all follow me outside as I call for backup! Sebastian, I apologise, we shall have to catch up another time."

The Pig and his friends hang their heads as they're escorted out the pub. Sebastian is more than contrite about cutting short the chat with his cheese companion – all an act – and when the door clatters shut, he reclaims his normal stool and finishes his beer in three long, languid gulps. His tongue flickers out, catching the froth at the corner of his mouth; it reminds you of the serpent in the Garden of Eden.

"What— how—" You swallow thickly, trying to keep your voice down. "How'd you get him to talk?"

"Don't know what you mean."

"Liar."

His smile is like an omen.

"Remember when I said I wasn't going to heaven? I meant it." He's quiet now, but exuding aggression in the way a lion's presence alone can subdue its pride. "Hell won't just welcome me with open arms — it will roll out the red fucking carpet."

But then his gaze softens, and you can almost believe all that anger, that power, those black vines steeped in vengeance... are a lie.

"You were right. Much as I wanted to drag him into an alleyway and beat him until his own mother wouldn't recognise his face, sometimes you have to work smarter, not harder. And I will never take kindly to sick bastards abusing innocent people." He takes a deep breath. "It's not much, but I hope Bonny finds some peace of mind now."

You're nearly speechless. "You did all that for Bonny?"

He seems to ponder the question.

"And someone else."

When he meets your eye, you're paralysed.

"If one universal constant is how much I like to win, then the other is how hard I'll fight for the people I care about." He says it gently, with a half-smile that makes your stomach flip. "I'll let you guess which one I live by more."

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evaslytherpuff · 10 months ago

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"I Will Always Be Here"

Biker!Sebastian x f!MC MDNI!!! Characters are 18+!!!

Friends to lovers Modern AU!

TW/CW: Attempted SA (Will be highlighted in red if you would like to skip this scene), Physical Violence, Sex in a hot spring

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MC tried her best to not be annoyed but it was almost midnight and her older brother's band was still practicing in the garage. She sighed heavily as she shut her book, unable to focus over the noise. Her leg was bouncing in agitation and she could feel a headache on the rise. Then came the drum solo and she lost it, slamming her book on her desk and leaving her room, making her way to the garage.

The music intensified as she walked up to the garage door and swung it open. Her brother was the lead vocalist and guitarist, Garreth Weasley played the bass, Ominis Gaunt was backup vocals and their synthesizer, then Sebastian Sallow was their drummer. Her eyes shot to him immediately as he sat on his stool, playing without a care in the world, his sweat slicked white V-neck clung to his muscles. The man was an absolute heartthrob and she harbored a crush on him for years. She never told anyone and kept her desire for him a secret. He was her brother's best friend and she couldn't ruin that or make it awkward. She couldn't help how she was feeling though, especially when he looked so sexy getting lost in his music, he made her heart race every time she saw him.

Garreth was the first to notice her presence and abruptly stopped strumming his bass. The rest of the guys ceased playing and turned to stare at her, except Ominis, his blue eyes peered past her. He was blind but could play the synth better than anyone she has ever met and he had the voice of an angel, better than her brother in her opinion, but he preferred to sing backup than be directly in the spotlight.

"What do you want, MC? I thought you were studying." Her brother snapped and placed a hand on his hip.

"I was trying to but the music is pretty distracting, it's almost midnight. I thought you guys would call it quits by now." She crossed her arms over her chest and scowled.

"That isn't so bad. Plus mom is out tonight on a date. Who cares if we continue to practice." He scoffed and shrugged his shoulders.

"I care. It's kind of rude! How would you like it if I had a bunch of girls running around the house screaming at the top of their lungs while you're trying to work?" She huffed.

"I'd thank you for having a bunch of girls running around." Her brother and the guys laughed as he fist bumped Garreth. She groaned loudly and was about to leave the garage until Sebastian's voice stopped her.

"Come on guys. Let's give MC a break. We have been practicing for hours. Personally, I'm getting tired." He ran his fingers through his wild hair and placed his drumsticks in his back pocket.

"Alright, fine!" Her brother whined. "We'll pick up where we left off tomorrow." He turned to his sister and gave her a dirty look.

"Garreth, are you still driving me home?" Ominis asked as he started to pack up his things.

"Yea, let me just get my stuff together. Your house is on my way anyway." Garreth said with a shrug but she noticed a slight blush appear on his face. She wondered what that was about but decided to not address it.

"Hey, Dude, could I sleep here tonight? I don't really feel like riding my bike right now." Sebastian asked her brother while rubbing the back of his neck.

"Sure. You can spend the night. Our mom won't mind." Her brother said as he put his guitar away in its case.

Her heart dropped to her stomach. Sebastian was going to spend the night? Each time he did this it turned her into a nervous mess. There were a handful of times where she thought that maybe, just maybe, he may like her back. Then he would do something that made her feel like that thought was completely ridiculous, like hooking up with random girls. One night they reached for the same drink and their hands brushed together, he didn't pull away, instead he caressed her hand and handed her the beer. Then he came over to hang out while her brother wasn't home and sat down on the couch with her. His arm was stretched around the back of the sofa, sitting extremely close to her, curious as to what she was reading. When she revealed that it was an erotica novel he raised a brow at her and smirked.

"Is that what you're into, MC?" He asked seductively but before she could answer, her brother burst through the front door, ruining the possible moment. Another time he helped her braid her hair and placed his hands on her shoulders while they were at the local pool. He claimed it was no big deal because he was used to braiding his sister's hair but she felt that he kept his hands on her shoulders a little too long. She definitely wasn't complaining though and wished that he would touch her more often.

It was little things like this that had her wondering how he truly felt about her. She could possibly be looking into things too deeply. It could be that she wanted him so badly that she imagined that he wanted her too. She tried to get over him, going on dates and trying to meet someone, but her mind and heart always returned to Sebastian.

The guys said their goodbyes and MC moved out of the way for her brother and Sebastian to enter the house as she shut and locked the garage door. When she turned around her face almost collided with Sebastian's chest. She was startled and placed her hand over her heart. She wasn't expecting him to just be standing there behind her.

"Sorry if we disturbed your studying. You know how your brother gets when we have a gig coming up. He'll practice for days if you let him." He said as he scratched the back of his head.

"It's alright. I know how important this show is for you guys." She shrugged with a slight blush.

"Yeah, it is. Will you be there?" He asked as he walked through the kitchen and headed into the living room.

"Most likely. You know I support you guys. I think you're all very talented. You practice all throughout the night but hey, that's Rock n’ Roll." She chuckled as she made her way to the stairs.

"Yes it is." He grinned as he flopped down on the couch.

"Good night, Sebastian." She giggled and shook her head at him as she walked up the steps.

"Good night, MC. Sweet dreams." He waved as he disappeared out of view when she landed on the second floor.

It was after two in the morning and MC couldn't sleep. She kept tossing and turning because it was too hot in her room and she also desperately had to use the bathroom. She was beating herself up for drinking that glass of tea so close to going to bed. She flung the blanket off of her legs and crossed to her bedroom door. When she opened it, she could hear the shower running from down the hall. Who would be taking a shower this late at night? She thought. Maybe it was her mom getting home after her date.

As MC snuck down the hallway, the water suddenly stopped and she could hear movement behind the bathroom door, she hesitated but knocked anyway.

"I'll be out in a minute." Sebastian called from beyond the door. Sebastian? Why was he taking a shower after two in the morning? She shook her head and patiently waited for him to leave the bathroom so she could use it.

Thank God she was leaning against the wall when he finally walked out because if not, she would be on the floor. He emerged shirtless and was just wearing a pair of pajama pants. Water was trickling down his body due to his hair still being slightly wet. It ran over his rippling muscles and her eyes were riveted to the lucky drops of moisture. His pants hung low on his hips revealing the delicious deep vee that led to his pelvis. Her mind was spinning as she took in his magnificent body. Sebastian wasn't just a "wet dream walking" he was a "completely throw your panties out" kind of guy and she resisted the urge to grab onto those thick and wild strands and plant one on him.

"Sorry about that, I thought you'd be asleep by now." He chuckled softly.

"I was," She whispered. "I had to use the bathroom. I didn't think someone would be taking a shower so late." She blushed trying to look anywhere but directly at him.

"Your brother and I were playing video games. We lost track of time. I tried to be quick, guess I failed didn't I?" He asked as he used a towel to dry his hair.

"No, you're...fine," She said breathlessly then cleared her throat. "I thought you may have been my mom. Is she home yet?" MC asked as she clenched her fists anxiously behind her back.

"No. Must be some date huh?" He tried to laugh quietly.

"Must be. She deserves this. It's been a while for her since the divorce. I've never been on a date like this though." MC giggled.

"You haven't?" Sebastian asked, sounding completely sincere.

"No, a date would end at a regular time or just not happen at all." She shrugged.

"Hmm..." Was his only reply as he stared at her. She suddenly realized she was only dressed in a small cami and little shorts while her bladder screamed at her, reminding her why she was out in the hallway in the first place.

"Excuse me, Sebastian." She said as she moved past him to get to the bathroom.

"Yeah, sorry, MC. Hopefully you can sleep soundly after this. See ya in the morning." He gently smiled before walking down the hall and entering her brother's room.

She shut the bathroom door and placed her back against it to catch her breath. Her heart was pounding so hard she thought it would burst from her chest. How could she possibly sleep soundly after seeing that? It was settled, she wouldn't get over this crush, Sebastian had her heart and mind in a chokehold. What hurt the most was knowing that he would never feel the same. MC slid down the door as tears spilled from her eyes. This was something she would have to live with and hopefully one day, the pain won't hurt as much.

MC woke the next morning to the sounds of birds out her window and the sun's rays shining down on her. She wanted to throw rocks at the annoying Disney Princess pals and for a cloud to swallow the sun's overly happy brightness. She was glad it was the weekend so she curled up in a little ball and pulled her blanket over her head.

She wanted to sink into her bed and not be found again. She was tired of feeling like a fool and fed up with her infatuation with Sebastian Sallow. Maybe she just needed to sleep around like he did, that could possibly help her get over him, although that was not her at all. She usually took things slow and really got to know a guy before she did anything with them. So far, only one guy was on that list, she dated but didn't partake in casual sex. She sort of envied how easy it was for Sebastian to find a new fling but then again, he's gorgeous, girls just flocked to him.

There was an abrupt knock on her door and she groaned, not wanting to be bothered while she sulked.

"It's open!" She called from under her bedsheets. She heard the door open and someone clear their throat.

"MC? Are you alright?" It was Sebastian. What did he want? She pulled the blanket off of her head and squinted at him as he peeked his head through the doorway.

"I'm fine. I was just sleeping." She said a little too aggressively.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you. Your mom sent me up to get you, she said that breakfast is ready." He announced as his eyes scanned her room and he walked in a little further.

"Wow. You've got a lot of books. I've never really been in your room before. I only ever saw glimpses as I walked by." He ran his hand over her books on one shelf and she watched as his fingers caressed the spines. He seemed completely in awe of her collection and pulled out a book he recognized. She hopped up quickly and strode over to him, reaching for the book but he pulled it away, then he read the title out loud.

"The Master by Kresley Cole. Sounds kinky." He laughed as she lunged for the book again but he held it above her. She was cursing how tall he was compared to her on the inside and wanted to jab him.

"Give me my book, Sebastian!" She snapped but he didn't budge.

"Tell me what it's about and I will. You know I love to read." He laughed at her attempts to snatch it from him.

"I doubt you read romance novels, Seb!" She hissed.

"You'd be surprised at the amount of literature I devour. Tell me. This was the erotica right?" He held the book even higher as she jumped for it.

"Ugh! Fine! It's about a mafia boss named Maksimillian Sevastyan who falls in love with an escort named Catarina Marín. There! Happy?" She huffed as he scanned over the title again and read the back of the book with a sly grin.

"I like his name. May I borrow this?" He asked with a smirk.

"You like it because it almost sounds like yours," She paused and shook her head. "You need the first in the series, this one is the second. Here." She scanned her bookshelf until she found volume one and handed it to him. He put the second book back on the shelf and happily accepted the first.

"Thank you, MC. I look forward to reading these. They may come in handy." He smiled with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

"Oh god! Get out of my room, Sebastian! I'll be down in a moment." He laughed as she shoved him out of her bedroom and closed the door on him.

She sighed and couldn't help but smile. He was going to read one of her books. Would he blush the way she did at the intimate moments? Or smile at the cute and endearing situations? She hoped he would like it. Then it hit her as she started to get dressed for the day. It would come in handy...with other women. Her palm slammed into her forehead and she really wondered if she was stupid. All this studying and reading and for what? She was so naive that it sickened her but she quickly had to push those feelings away as someone else knocked on her door.

"Oh my God! Who is it now!" She shouted as the door cracked open and Poppy Sweeting stuck her head inside.

"It's just me, MC. Please don't bite my head off. Who put you in a bad mood?" She said as she slowly entered the room.

"Sallow." MC groaned.

"Ah, I see. That makes sense," She chuckled lightly. "Are we still hanging out today? If you're not up for it, I can come back later or tomorrow." Poppy said as she sat down on the bed.

"No, today is fine. I'm so sorry I snapped at you." MC took a deep breath then smiled warmly at her best friend.

"It seems like he'll be here all day. Wanna get out for a little? We could get tea at Madam Puddifoot's." Poppy grinned.

"That would be amazing. Just let me eat a little something real quick." MC said as she slipped on her shoes. She quickly fixed her hair while gazing into her vanity and applied a little makeup to her face, just enough to make her features stand out, but not enough to be gaudy. She wore a cute teal sundress with a slit up the side and showed a bit of cleavage. If she couldn't be confident about her feelings then she can be bold with her look to make up for it. She may feel terrible but she didn't have to look bad.

Poppy clapped as a huge grin spread across her face. "You look so cute! I love that dress! The flowers on it are adorable."

"Really? You don't think it shows too much?" MC asked as she spritzed on some perfume.

Poppy scoffed. "Pfft! No! Girls wear bikinis now like it's everyday wear. This is tame compared to that." Her best friend giggled.

"Alright then. I think l'm ready. I'll grab bacon or something, then we can head out." MC smiled as she grabbed her purse.

Poppy led the way as they walked down the stairs and into the brightly lit kitchen. MC noticed that her mom was grinning from ear to ear and joking with Sebastian and her brother. When Sebastian looked up and saw the girls, he practically choked on his cereal. Her brother smacked the back of his head and Sebastian punched his arm in return.

"Seriously, Dude! What if I was actually choking? I didn't expect to laugh that hard at your moms joke!" Sebastian rubbed the back of his head and glanced over at MC as she grabbed a few pieces of bacon and hugged her mom.

"How was your date, Mom?" She asked with a smile.

"Surprisingly better than I expected. He was funny, sweet, and an actual gentleman. I enjoyed myself very much," She beamed as she placed a kiss on MC's temple. "Wow, look at you! Where are you going all dressed up like that?" Her mother giggled.

"Just to the tea shop. I felt like dressing up today. I did it for myself." MC took a quick glance at Sebastian and noticed he wouldn't even look at her. Go figure, she thought as she bit into her bacon.

"As soon as l'm done eating, Poppy and l are gonna go, it's nice out and I want to enjoy my day."

"It's about time, you need to have fun." Her brother teased with a scoff.

"Excuse me? I know how to have fun!" She fired back.

"Barely! You're in your room reading all the time. I'm surprised Poppy was even able to drag you out of your hole. Your idea of fun is having your nose buried in a book." Her brother laughed and she wanted to slug him.

"I have fun in my own way and I am not boring! Am I boring, Poppy?" She turned and asked her best friend.

"I think you're fun. I enjoy hanging out with you. How about this? Ravenclaw house is having a party tonight, why don't we go and have a night out?" Poppy grinned and placed her hand on MC's shoulder.

"Alright, I'm in! See, I can do more than just read!" She stuck her tongue out at her brother and he just laughed.

"Those parties can get out of hand. I'd rather stay home and read." Sebastian said with a shrug.

"Well I'm going to prove that I am not a stick in the mud like my brother thinks I am."

"As long as you're careful, MC. I trust you and enjoy yourself." Her mother hugged her and walked into the living room as MC made her way to the back door.

"Are you really going to go to that party?" Sebastian grabbed her wrist to stop her as she opened the door.

"Yea, I am. I'm sick of you guys thinking that I'm boring. Especially you, you asshole!" She pointed to her brother and flipped him the bird, pulled her hand away, then stormed out the door letting it slam behind her.

Poppy sighed happily as she enjoyed her second cup of tea as they sat outside the little shop. MC was sipping on her iced latte and giggled at her best friend.

"How do you drink hot tea in this heat, Pops?" MC laughed.

"Just like how you drink cold beverages in the winter. You slept over at my place in December and waltzed through the door with a Frappuccino." Poppy held her stomach as she cackled.

"It became a habit! I can't help it," MC chuckled. "So, when does this party start tonight?" She asked as she set her cup down on the iron table.

"Natty said ten o'clock. Are we hanging out til then or am I picking you back up later?" Poppy asked.

"Pick me back up later. I want to take a shower and probably change. I'm stepping out of my comfort zone so go big or go home, I'll dress up tonight." MC grinned with a shrug.

"Damn, you really want to prove your brother wrong. I always knew you had it in you." Poppy poked her arm.

"I know I'm a bookworm but I didn't think people saw me as boring." MC pouted.

"You're you, that's all that matters." Poppy reassured her.

"Thanks, Poppy. You're the best." MC smiled at the petite brunette.

"What the hell was Sallow's problem as we were leaving?" Poppy asked with a raised brow.

"I have no fucking clue." MC said with a sad shake of her head.

"Hey, at least he wasn't a jerk like your brother. I just wonder why it seemed like he didn't want you to go to the party." Poppy pursed her lips in curiosity.

"Beats me." MC rolled her eyes. He probably didn't want to be seen with yet another girl. Sebastian had a reputation of being a player and MC was used to it by now. Seeing him with a girl at the party would hurt but she would have to get over it and try to enjoy herself. Tonight was about her and no one else.

The girls spent most of the day browsing around shops and visiting the local bookstore, staying there longer than they needed to, then hung out at the park talking about the party they planned to go to and reminiscing about their days in high school. Once again MC arrived back at home with a bag full of new books she purchased. When she walked through the front door, the house was surprisingly quiet, no one was around and she was glad to not run into her annoying brother.

She went upstairs to head to her room when her mom stepped out of the bathroom.

"Hey, you're home. I see you got more books." Her mother smiled warmly.

"I did. I just came home to take a shower and get ready for the party tonight." She smiled back.

She started to walk past her mom but she stopped MC by gently grasping her wrist.

"MC...look. You don't have to go to this party all because your brother teased you. I know you chose to live off campus while attending University but...Sebastian was right. College parties can get out of hand. I just want you to be careful and do this because you want to not because you feel that you have to. Alright?" Her mom pleaded with uneasiness in her voice.

"Mom, I promise I'm doing this for me. I don't like knowing that people think I'm boring. It actually kind of hurt. I know he was just teasing me but it still stung. I enjoy my books and being in my room but I can go out and have a good time as well. It will be a fun night. Also Poppy and Natty will be there. I'll be careful. You don't need to worry." MC reassured her.

"Alright. Have a good night, sweetheart. I'm going to watch a movie and then probably head to bed, ok?" Her mom patted her hair.

"Ok. Good night, Mom." MC smiled as she walked to her bedroom.

MC was finally done in the shower and was unsure on what she wanted to wear. Green always looked good on her but she was leaning more towards a red party dress that she never wore before. It was a gift from her aunt and MC secretly thought it was too revealing but maybe that's what she needed tonight. She wasn't ashamed of her body whatsoever but she did prefer more cozy clothes. Fall was her favorite time of year and it was easy to dress accordingly, she simply wore leggings, a cute sweater dress, and boots. A quick ensemble that looked great. She slipped into her red lace underwear and decided to wear a red strapless bra to match. The dress was thin strapped and low cut so she didn't want her bra hanging out and ruining the look. Once she donned the dress, she added a thin black leather belt with studs, just to add a little edge to it. MC made sure that her hair was perfectly styled and looked great. She decided to apply bold makeup that made her eyes pop and her lips look fuller. She sported a pair of black strappy heels to match her belt. She examined herself in her mirror and had to admit, she looked hot.

"Maybe I should dress up more often." She whispered to herself as she heard Poppy pull up outside and honk her horn. MC sprayed on her signature perfume and did one last double take before leaving the house.

When the girls pulled up to the party and found a parking spot, they all hopped out of the car, MC was able to fully see their outfits. Poppy wore a sweetheart neckline, black bodycon, mini dress with sheer flounce sleeves that were dotted with black butterflies and a cute pair of black flats. Her hair was fluffier than usual and she wore natural makeup. Natty looked radiant in a bright yellow off the shoulder romper that resembled a leather jacket. Her eyeshadow was sparkly and elegant while her lips were glossy and she wore gold heels to match the accents in her outfit.

"Now that I can fully see you both, you look fantastic!" MC reached for a group hug from her friends. They all embraced each other on the front lawn before walking up the pathway to the house with blaring music.

"So do you! That dress is amazing!" Poppy pulled out her phone so they could take a few pictures on the porch before stepping inside. The place was packed as college students danced to the music, drank beer from kegs, and made out in dark corners of the house.

MC looked around to see if there was anyone she recognized at the party. She noticed a familiar coif of blond hair in the far corner of the house next to a wild mess of red curls that was bobbing to the music. She made her way through the crowd over to Ominis and Garreth and the red head popped his noggin up with a smile.

"Wow! Look at you, MC! You look awesome!" Garreth beamed then chugged his beer.

"Thank you, Garreth!" She shouted over the music. "Ominis! I love that leather jacket! It looks great on you!"

"I'll take your word for it! Garreth picked it out for me!" Ominis shouted in return.

She looked around to scan the crowd once more for dark auburn brown waves but didn't see any. She shook her head. She was here to have fun, not worry about Sebastian and his whereabouts. Garreth grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the kitchen then he used the tap of the keg to get her a drink.

"Here, have a blast! Unwind and enjoy yourself, MC!" He slurred as she took the cup from him before he could spill it.

"Go easy on the beer, Gar!" She smiled and took a sip of her drink, thankfully it was cold, she hated warm beer.

She walked back out into the living room and Ominis grabbed her by the hand. "Dance with me, MC?" He asked kindly.

"Of course!" She grinned as he led her to the middle of the dance floor. Their bodies began to sway and twist to the hypnotic music. MC was getting lost in the haze as she downed drink after drink then shot after shot. The room started to spin but she loved it, it felt like a merry go round that she was excited to ride, laughing and partying with her friends. She had another beer when she noticed Ominis and Garreth had suddenly disappeared from the group of gyrating bodies. She had no idea why, but she had the humongous urge to find them, they should have been dancing with her.

She stumbled her way up the flight of stairs that led to the bedrooms, crashing into students and people that loitered on the steps. She laughed and felt proud as she reached the top of the stairs and didn't fall backwards. Then she made her way down the hall, hoping to find a bathroom, opening doors that were not the restroom. One room had shouting, another had a threesome, a few just had couples going at it, then the last room...Ominis and Garreth.

Garreth was pounding Ominis from behind as the beautiful blond boy screamed his name. She shook her head in disbelief and tried to look away but was transfixed on the guys screwing each other. That was until Garreth noticed her and stopped immediately to Ominis’ dismay.

"Why…..did you...stop?" The blond slurred and reached back for the redhead.

"MC just caught us fuckin!" He blushed as he pulled a blanket over their sweaty bodies.

"Oh shit!" Ominis rolled over to sit beside Garreth and bury his face in his chest.

"Please don't say anything to anyone, MC. We, well, we aren't ready to come out yet. We're begging. Please keep this a secret." Garreth pleaded.

She nodded eagerly. "Of course guys. I won't tell a soul. Your secret is safe with me. I'm honestly happy for the two of you. You're so cute together." She smiled as tears welled In her eyes.

"Thank you so much, MC. We'll come out when we are ready. We—we appreciate your support." Ominis blushed as he held onto Garreth.

"No problem guys. By the way, absolutely beautiful, your bodies are works of art." She giggled as she began to close the door to give them their privacy back.

"Really, MC?!" Garreth yelled as the door shut.

She finally found the bathroom and used it quickly, hoping that no one would knock on the door while she was in there. When MC entered the hall again she was suddenly stopped by a frantic Duncan Hobhouse.

"MC! You have to come quickly! Poppy is hurt! Someone broke a glass bottle and she got cut!There's blood everywhere and I need your help!"

"What? Alright! Take me to her!" She shouted over the music as Duncan led her down the hall and into a spare room. She pushed past him, in a panic, to get to her friend as quickly as possible. MC's heart dropped to her stomach when there was no sign of Poppy and she heard the clicking of a lock behind her. She slowly turned around to face Duncan who had his back against the door.

"Duncan...what are you doing? Where is Poppy?" She glared at him while he took another swig from his bottle of beer.

"Poppy is fine. I just—I lied. I lied so I could get you alone. I saw you dancing with the guys and you looked so pretty. You're always so pretty. Just give me one chance, MC. One shot to have you. I promise it—will be fun." He slurred as he stepped closer to her. She tried her best to back away from him but there wasn't anywhere she could truly go except through him. She had to get out of that room.

"Duncan, I told you before, I'm not interested. Unlock the door and let's go back to the party." She tried to reason with him.

"Not interested? Why? Is it because I'm not hot like Sebastian or romantic like Ominis? Why don't you like me?" He moved closer, backing her towards the bed. "You would probably easily sleep with them but you ignore me. Do you think you're too good for me or something?" He lunged at her and she tried to dodge him but unfortunately he caught her with a shocking backhand to her face. Black spots clouded her vision and the room spun as he shoved her down onto the bed. She didn't expect him to hit her like that and was utterly stunned but then Duncan seemed completely unhinged, drunk with fury.

"I'm tired of all the girls I like turning me down!" He shouted as his fingers wrapped around her throat. He was heavy against her but she still tried to fight, clawing and punching at him, but he seemed unmovable. The room blurred as she felt his lips press against her jaw followed by his tongue. He used his other hand to pin her wrists above her head, his nails digging into her skin. She could feel the tears stinging her eyes as she begged him to stop and let her go.

"No! All I asked is one night! One night to be alone with you! Now, I'll fucking take it!" He growled and his glasses slipped out of place. He released her throat to tear at her dress then...her underwear. The skirt of her dress was completely ruined and he gripped her hip to hold her still.

"Stop fighting me, you stuck up bitch!" He roared and smacked her again as she struggled against him. He pressed his weight against her, pushing her into the bed, as the hand that hit her reached down for his belt.

MC saw an opening and took it, bringing her knee up, she slammed it into his groin and he swore as he collapsed to the floor. She quickly got up and ran to the door, ripping it open and running down the stairs, not caring if she stepped on anyone along the way.

The room was spinning and she felt ill, her stomach tossing and turning as she made her way through the crowd. Some people stared at her but no one asked if she was ok. She looked for her friends but couldn't find any of them. Ominis and Garreth seemed to have left while her best friends were lost in the crowd.

She pushed through people as she made her way outside. She didn't realize that it was storming but she didn't care. She had to get away. She needed to run and not look back. MC fell to her knees in the middle of the rain and cried. She felt so violated, so weak, and she hated it. She pulled out her cellphone to call for help. Poppy, no answer. Natty, no answer. She called her mom and she didn't pick up. She called her brother and it went straight to voicemail. She unfortunately had no choice. She called Sebastian.

He picked up on the second ring.

"MC? Why are you calling me?" He asked in confusion. She was hysterical, yelling over the downpour.

"Duncan! He tried to...he tried to! I'm scared, Sebastian! I couldn't find anyone and he tried to!He tried to...rape me!" She cried even harder as the words fell from her mouth.

The phone hung up and Sebastian ended the call. He hung up on her and she curled in on herself as the rain blended with her tears. Her phone vibrated in her hand as she got a text message. It was from Sebastian and it was three simple words. On my way. He hung up so he could come and get her.

Sebastian arrived at the party in record time and barely parked his motorcycle as he tore off his helmet. He opened the front gate and ran over to MC as she sat on the cold ground.

"Where is he, MC?" He asked as he gently grasped her shoulders. "He did this to you? Tell me where he is." He helped her to her feet then sped off towards the house. She quickly followed him as he made his way through the crowd. People darted out of his way and yelped as he pushed through them.

Duncan was standing on the other side of the living room with a smug look on his drunken face. When his eyes landed on Sebastian they grew wide with fear. Sebastian didn't even hesitate and yanked Duncan by the collar, throwing him to the ground. His fist connected with Duncan's face with powerful force. Blow after blow he beat the guy into a bloody pulp as the partygoers watched in horror. Sebastian then stood at his full height and kicked Duncan in the ribs. She had never seen him like this, his eyes full of tears, he was seething with so much anger that it radiated off of him. He was about to kick Duncan again but she pulled him away to stop him.

"Sebastian, please! Just get me out of here. I'm begging you." She cried as she clung onto his arm and he stared at her, his face softening a little. He stepped closer to her and nodded but turned his attention back to her attacker.

"If you ever, ever, put your hands on her again I swear I will fucking kill you, Hobhouse!" Sebastian roared.

"What the hell happened?" A girl yelled as the music stopped.

"He attacked MC! Look at her! Look at what he did to her!" Seb responded as people gasped and truly took in her appearance.

Poppy finally came into view from the kitchen and her jaw dropped as she rushed over to MC.

"Duncan did this to you?" She asked and smoothed her best friend's hair from her bruised face. "I'm sorry I wasn't there. Natty took Ominis and Garreth home with my car and I was outback. I'm so sorry." Poppy's eyes welled with tears.

MC just nodded, hating the fact that all eyes were on her as Sebastian wrapped his arm around her. "I'm getting her out of here, Poppy. Call the cops and report this fucker. Send them to my place if they need a statement from her." Sebastian growled as he led her through the party and back outside.

She felt like she was in a daze as faces passed by in a blur. She barely heard Sebastian when he told her to hop on his bike.

"MC. It will be alright. Just trust me. Please. Get on my bike and let's get out of here." He said soothingly as he handed her his extra helmet. He swung his leg over the seat and reached for her so he could help her get on the motorcycle. She took his hand as she sat on the seat behind him and adjusted what was left of her dress so she wasn't exposed. She then put the helmet on her head as Sebastian pulled his on as well.

"Hold on tight!" He yelled over the rain and started the bike. He revved the engine a couple times and pulled off, riding at a steady speed. MC instinctively wrapped her arms around his waist and felt how he was trembling in her arms. At each red light he reached back to caress her thigh or ankle. It wasn't sexual in any way and felt more reassuring, as if he was checking in to see if she was ok. She rested her head on his back and gently rubbed circles on his chest with her thumb.

They finally pulled up to what seemed to be an old abandoned warehouse. It finally hits her but MC had never seen Sebastian's place. He helped her off the bike and walked her down a cobblestone path that led to a heavy metal door. The outside of the building seemed plain and tattered but it was the inside that blew her mind. It was a modern industrial loft in dark green tones and black metal details and railings. The walls were painted in a greenish black hue and some of the furniture had dark wood accents. Even though the colors were rich and deep, the floor to ceiling windows allowed light to flood into the building. It was stunning architecture that she thought fit Sebastian perfectly. He tossed his keys on the kitchen counter nearby and tore off his leather jacket, hanging it on a coat rack.

"Here, take off your heels." Sebastian bent down to help slip her shoes off her feet. "I'll be back down in a couple minutes." He left her shoes by the door then he ran up a flight of metal spiral stairs, water dripping off of him as he made his way to what was probably his bedroom. MC took this time to look around his loft. One wall was completely covered by bookshelves, each shelf filled to the brim with literature. MC's jaw dropped as she took in title after title. Sebastian's collection was absolutely staggering and a small smile spread across her face. She knew that he liked to read but judging by his multitude of books, it appeared that he loved it.

She turned to face him again as he came down the stairs. He had changed his clothes and was now wearing a black muscle shirt and dark green pajama pants. He grabbed her hand and led her to a door next to his dining room.

"Here's the bathroom. Please change, you're shivering, MC. I got a shirt for you and, only if you're comfortable, a pair of my boxers. Don't take a shower in case, well...the cops show up. Take your time, collect yourself, I'll be right here waiting for you when you come out." He pulled her in for a hug and shockingly, placed a kiss on the top of her head. He was still trembling and she felt that rage lingering around him. MC was stunned as she dragged her feet into the bathroom and shut the door behind her. Why did he do that? Was he just being nice and comforting? She didn't know, but her heart fluttered as she replayed the situation in her mind.

She took off her belt and set it on the bathroom counter, then she slipped out of her torn dress and folded it, placing it with her belt. She unfastened her bra and let it fall to the floor. She then pulled down what was left of her underwear and tears began to roll down her cheeks again. The horrors of the night flooded her mind as she took in the marks on her body in the bathroom mirror. She cried even harder when she saw her bruised face and the black and blue finger prints on her neck. She sat on the floor and bawled her eyes out. She wasn't sure how long she was curled up on the cold tiles but her stupor was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"MC, the police are here to talk to you. Are you ready to come out?" Sebastian's voice sounded from the other side of the door. She sat up from the floor and wiped her face.

"I'll be out in a minute." She called back as she forced her muscles to move and stand up. She reached for a towel hanging off a nearby rack and dried her hair. Then she slipped into Sebastian's underwear that surprisingly fit her well. She pulled his shirt on and a tiny smile graced her face. His signature white V-neck, it even smelled like him too, it was comforting. She sighed heavily with one last look in the mirror before opening the bathroom door and walking into the living room to give her statement.

After retelling the entire situation in horrific detail, handing her torn clothes over as evidence, and allowing the officer to scrape under her nails and swab her face, they finally left. Sebastian thanked them for their help and shut the door then locked it. MC watched him closely as he crossed to the kitchen counter to lean on it, his head hanging so she couldn't see his face.

"Will you get in trouble for beating up Duncan?" She asked softly.

"It was a possibility but no. He's not pressing charges because he knows he deserved it and is guilty. The cops were on our side tonight, thank God." He sighed and ran his fingers through his damp hair. "You look so cold, MC. Go sit on the couch, cover up, and warm yourself by the fire. I'll make us some tea." He looked at her with those pleading brown eyes. She didn't argue as she crossed to the couch and sat down. Behind her, folded up on the back of the chair, was a plush blanket. She grabbed it and unfolded it gently before wrapping it around her body.

Once she was comfortable she noticed how freezing cold she truly was. Her body was shivering and her teeth chattered loudly. The shock of the night must have made her completely numb to how her body reacted to the stress and the cold rain they got caught in. The heat from the fireplace and the warmth of the blanket took its time to seep into her body. Sebastian returned with a tray of freshly brewed tea and cookies. He set it down on the coffee table in front of them and sat on the couch beside her.

"Come here." He asked gently with a crook of his finger. She hesitated but slowly shifted to move closer to him. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and rested his head on hers. He then pulled the blanket over them both as she curled up into his side. MC draped her arm over his torso and he rested his cheek on her hair.

Was she actually cuddling with Sebastian? Sebastian Sallow's arms were wrapped around her. It was strange but felt so right, like they were meant to do this. He began to stroke her hair, doing his best to comfort her while they sat together quietly.

"MC?" He said softly.

"Yes, Sebastian?" She responded and tilted her head to look up at him.

"I just want you to know. I will always be here. I'll be here whenever you need me. I'm one call or text away. I will always be here for you." He said in complete sincerity, she could see it in his deep brown eyes. He reached to cup her face without hurting her any further and lightly caressed her cheek with his thumb.

Her heart was pounding so loud and with how close he was to her, she was sure he had to hear it. She shut her eyes and leaned a little closer to his face. She could feel his breath against her lips and then suddenly...it was gone. He moved away from her and placed his elbows on his knees, his head in his hands, while his whole body shook. She moved closer to place her hand on his back but he shied away from her.

"No, MC. Don't do that. Please." He was breathing heavily and starting to worry her.

"Sebastian, what's wrong? Please talk to me." He wouldn't even look at her, he just kept shaking his head.

"I can't. I can't do this. You've been through so much already tonight. I can't dump this on you as well." He said as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Can't dump what on me? I'm so confused. Talk to me, Sebastian." She moved closer and he finally looked her in the eyes.

"We can talk in the morning. Please, MC. Right now you need rest." He said softly but she wasn't about to let this go.

"No, Sebastian. We can talk about this now. You look like you're about to snap. Tell me what is going on. I'm begging you." Her voice cracked as tears welled in her eyes. He licked his lips and chewed on his bottom lip, contemplating on what he would say next.

"Fine, but I have a lot to say." He said gravely while gazing at her face. "If anything worse would have happened to you. If Duncan had succeeded in...in what he set out to do. I would have killed him, MC. I would be in jail because I would have torn him apart. Tonight opened my eyes and made me realize that I can not let anything bad happen to you. I was so scared when you called. My heart dropped to my stomach and when I saw you on the ground when I arrived. I just—I just lost it. He is lucky that all I did was beat the shit out of him." He said as his jaw clenched.

"I know. You were just protecting me. I appreciate all of it, I really do." She said as she tried to rub his back but he stood up from the couch and shook his head.

"No, MC! You don't understand!" He was trying so hard to control his breathing as he began to pace back and forth.

"Then help me understand. You said you're here for me. Well I'm here for you too. Talk to me, Seb." It bothered her so much to see him this way. He looked like he could explode any minute.

"It's because I love you!" He shouted through ragged breaths. "I love you, MC." He stopped pacing to gaze at her, his chest heaving, the blaze from the fireplace dancing in his eyes.

"You—what?" Was all she could say as he ran his hands through his messy waves.

"I love you. I'll be honest with you, I have for a while now, over two years to be exact. It broke my heart to even think about it but when you told me what had happened, the first thing that crossed my mind was "what if I never get to tell her how I feel?" I could have lost you tonight, MC. It turns my stomach to even think about it, it makes me feel severely ill, but what if Duncan's intentions were worse than we thought? My mind was racing a mile a minute when I rode my motorcycle to come get you. I was so overcome with emotions and right now—right now—| needed to confess. I am tired of keeping this a secret. I love you so much. I can't lose you." He chewed his bottom lip again as tears ran down his face.

"You never—you never said anything before. I always thought that you—that you weren't interested." She said as her own emotions came surging forth.

"I never said anything because I'm best friends with your brother. Everything just felt so complicated. I couldn't come between the two of you, it might piss him off, you could turn me down, if we broke up I could lose both of you, he may think that I was using him to get to you, it could make our friendship awkward if I confessed. So many things just bombarded me and I tried. I tried so hard to fight my feelings for you because I didn't want to screw anything up but...I'm tired of fighting. I am ok with losing this battle. I'm fed up with this war I have with myself and I am willing to give in to what my heart wants. I want you, MC. I adore you and love you and it feels so fucking good to finally say that." He smiled in relief as he wiped the tears from his eyes.

"Sebastian, I had no idea. I can't believe I didn't see this before. I'm sorry it took me so long to realize. I just—| saw you with all those other girls and I kept thinking that you just didn't like me, you only ever saw me as a friend, and it hurt." She shrugged and he scoffed at her.

"MC, I may have dated quite a few girls, I understand that. Despite what everyone says about me behind my back, I know the truth. I didn't sleep with every girl I went out with. A lot of times it was just dates and nothing else and do you know why? Because they aren't you. I dated those girls hoping that I could get over you, thinking that maybe it was just a phase, that I could find someone as amazing as you and every time I failed. My heart always came back to you." He sighed.

"Oh... wow. Sebastian I—I'm sorry I misjudged you. Please forgive me. All this time I thought you weren't interested in me." She was utterly shocked by everything he was confessing.

"Not interested in you? MC, I know | may have teased you about certain things but I was always trying to get to know you better. When I would ask what book you were reading or movie you were watching, it was to learn about your interests, the things that you're into. I think you're so fascinating and I love learning new things about you. You're the most enchanting woman I have ever met and I'm sorry it took me this long to say that." He walked back over to the couch and sat down beside her.

"I know this is a lot to take in. I should have waited for a better time to tell you all of this or I should have confessed sooner. I hope it's not too late." He said softly as he took her hand in his.

"No, I'm glad you confessed. You just made me extremely happy. Sebastian, I love you too. I have for years now. I never said anything for the same reasons as to why you never confessed. I was afraid of ruining things. I'm tired of pretending that I don't love you because I do. I love you so much." She cupped his face with both of her hands and pulled him in for a kiss. It was passionate, intense, and felt like the weight of the world was lifted from her shoulders.

When he finally pulled away from her lips a chuckle escaped from his mouth and he smiled at her. "So, this whole time, we could have actually been together?" He asked and shook his head.

"Yeah, we could have." She smiled.

"Huh, we may slightly be idiots." He was trying to hold in his laughter as he peered into her eyes.

"Just a tad." They laughed loudly together then he pulled her in for another kiss, sitting her on his lap.

"We didn't even touch our tea but that's ok. How about we head to bed. Are you ok with that?I'd really like to hold you in my arms, snuggle up with you, and know that you're safe here with me. I want to protect you and love you from here on out. If you'll have me. MC? Will you be my girlfriend?" He asked with those adorable puppy dog eyes.

"Yes, Sebastian. I will happily be your girlfriend. We can go to bed and you can hold me all through the night. I know I would like that very much." She smiled and gently pecked his lips as he lifted her up off the couch and carried her upstairs to his bedroom.

The next couple of months were a complete whirlwind for MC and she was looking forward to the coming weekend. She ultimately testified against Duncan to which he easily pled guilty and was sentenced to twenty years in prison. Another girl came forward and confessed that Duncan had tried to assault her as well but didn't testify in court. She didn't want to face Duncan and MC couldn't blame her, it was difficult to do, MC was just glad that Duncan would pay for his crimes.

Sebastian was by her side the entire time and truly was her rock. Her family and friends were still apologizing to her for not realizing what was going on and missing her calls. Her mom was a wreck and her brother kept saying how sorry he was for being a terrible sibling. MC did her best to reassure all of them, letting them know that she was ok and wasn't upset with them. There was no way they could have known what was going to happen that night. She was just thankful that it was all behind her and she could focus on healing mentally and spiritually.

Her brother warmed up to the idea of her and Sebastian being in a relationship. It took some time but now they all hung out with ease and her brother genuinely seemed happy for them.

Everyday Sebastian surprised her with how much love and care he had for her. He took her on romantic dates, got her books he knew she would enjoy, they even spent time together just reading in her room.

He had a big date planned for them this weekend and she was thrilled to see what he would have arranged this time. When Friday finally came she couldn't stop smiling. Classes seemed to fly by and Sebastian kept her updated throughout the day. Apparently she had to dress warm but also wear a bathing suit underneath her clothes. It was an odd request but she didn't question him.

MC quickly got ready for their date night, she didn't want to waste any time, she was just too excited to dress extravagantly. She wore a pair of thick leggings, her knee high leather boots, a cute purple sweater dress that hugged her figure, and her leather jacket. Underneath was a black python print cheeky bikini. The pattern had an oil slick shimmer when the light shone on it. She swiftly fixed up her hair and applied makeup that gave her a natural look with a little nude sparkle on her eyelids.

She heard the rumble of his motorcycle before he even honked the horn for her. Whenever she left to go out, her mother would hug her even tighter and her brother always told her to be careful. It would make her tear up a bit each time and she would hold onto them a little longer before walking out the door.

Sebastian sat on his bike and took off his helmet, shaking out his messy waves, when she walked down the driveway towards him. He smiled brightly at her and crooked a finger for her to come closer. She shook her head at him and giggled as he pulled her in for a kiss.

"You look beautiful, as always." He said against her lips as he pulled out his extra helmet and handed it to her.

"You look handsome. Leather definitely suits you." She grinned and caressed his shoulder and he blushed.

"Are you ready for my surprise?" He helped her climb onto his motorcycle.

"Of course, I love your surprises." She laughed as she pulled on her helmet and wrapped her arms around his torso. He placed his back on as well and started up his bike. He hit the kickstand with his boot and pulled away from the curb and then they were off, speeding down the road.

It was still one of the most romantic and sweetest things Sebastian chose to do whenever she was on his bike with him. At every red light he would reach back to rub her ankle and brush her thighs with his fingers. They were beautiful and reassuring moments that made her feel warm and tingly inside. She would rest her head against his back and hug him even tighter, beyond thankful that he was her boyfriend.

They made their way out of the city and headed towards the winding roads through the woods. Autumn was now in full swing and the scenery was absolutely breathtaking. Orange,red, and golden leaves fluttered down around them from the canopy of trees. The cool fall breeze chilled her but not enough to be uncomfortable, it was refreshing and invigorating. She giggled in her helmet as she caressed Sebastian's chest through his hunter green sweater. The roads continued to become more narrow as they rode towards their destination. The forest seemed to close in on them and grow snug.

Finally Sebastian slowed to a stop and pulled the bike over in a nearby small clearing. He pulled off his helmet and carefully helped MC climb off his motorcycle. He swung his muscled leg over the vehicle and moved to stand in front of her and remove her helmet. Once the bike and helmets were secure, he held his hand out for MC to take it, she slipped her hand into his and they started walking side by side.

"It's not far from here but it is a little hidden." Sebastian said as he helped her trudge through some foliage.

"How did you even find this spot?" MC asked as she tried to stick by him.

"I came across it by accident when I was hiking one day." Her boyfriend smiled back at her.

After walking through the woods for a few minutes they came face to face with the entrance of a cave.

"You expect me to go in there?" MC looked down the dark cavern.

"Are you adventurous?" Sebastian raised a brow at her.

"Yes but this is—this is kinda spooky." MC felt a chill creep up her spine.

"MC, do you trust me?" Seb looked at her with those pleading big brown eyes.

"I—I do. I trust you, Babe." She held his hand a little tighter as he pulled out a lighter and lit the way for them as they entered the cave. MC moved closer to clutch Sebastian's forearm as they made their way through the shadowed tunnels. She had to squint but up ahead she could make out a little bit of light at the end of the cavern.

"Sebastian, what is that?" She asked as the glow became brighter.

"You'll see, hun." Sebastian grinned down at her.

They had reached the spot of their date night and MC had to pick her jaw up from the floor. It was a hidden hot spring with a hole in the roof that allowed a small waterfall to pour into the pool below. They were surrounded by patches of moss and grass that grew over the cracked earth. The walls seemed to shimmer due to the cave being damp and steamy. The moonlight flooded through the gap in the ceiling and reflected off the glittering water. Tucked away in a corner was a blanket and pillows spread out on a bed of grass. The area was lit by lanterns that emitted a warm and inviting glow. MC was so speechless, it was like something out of one of her books.

"Oh, Sebastian! It's perfect!" She spun around to face him and jumped in his arms, giving him a loving kiss on his smiling lips.

"You like it? I thought you would. This could be our little hideaway. I brought the blanket up earlier and got everything set up for tonight. I just want to make you happy, MC." He blushed and pulled her in even tighter.

"You do. You make me so freaking happy, Seb. This is such an amazing and wonderful surprise. One of our best dates yet." She giggled as he kissed her forehead.

"I'm so glad you love it. Come on, let's go sit. Oh! Wait. You go get comfortable, l'm going to go get the picnic basket. I left it on the back of my bike." He slapped his forehead with a laugh as he made his way back to the tunnel.

"I was wondering what that was. Be careful, ok!" She called after him as she shook her head.

"I will!" His voice echoed throughout the cave.

The heat of the spring started to become too much for MC while Sebastian was getting the rest of the things they needed for their date. Now she understood why he told her to wear a bikini, the warmth from the water seemed to radiate all around her. Slowly she started to peel away her clothes. She took her jacket and boots off, then pulled her socks from her feet, and was now just wearing her dress and leggings. Soon, even that became too much, she decided to slip out of her dress and tug down her leggings. Cool air that poured in with the waterfall seemed to mingle with the heat and was a very welcomed feeling against her exposed skin. MC folded her clothes and set them off to the side then sprawled out on the soft blanket.

"Oh wow, you look—you look fantastic." Sebastian's voice sounded from within the cave and MC snapped her head up to catch him staring at her, slack-jawed. She blushed as she rose to prop herself up on her elbows.

"It got a little too hot. I had to take my clothes off. I feel much better now." She chuckled nervously as Sebastian just gawked at her. "What? You've seen me in a bathing suit before." She bit her lip as his eyes roamed over her body.

"No, not like this, not a tiny bikini and as my girlfriend." He said as he crossed over to her and set the basket down beside her. He tore off his jacket and sweater to reveal his sculpted torso. Freckles seemed to be sprinkled all over his body and a light patch of brunet hair adorned his broad chest. His abs rippled with every breath he took and MC's eyes followed the dip of his hips that descended into his jeans. He propped himself up next to her on his toned arms and smiled gently at her.

"You didn't have this reaction when you saw me at the pool." MC said.

"Are you kidding me? I had to pretend to be suntanning and lay on my stomach to cover up how aroused you made me." He laughed loudly.

She laughed right along with him as she opened the basket and started to pull out their goodies. Sandwiches cut into cute triangles, different types of salads, chocolate covered strawberries, and an expensive bottle of wine.

"Sebastian! This looks so expensive. You didn't have to do all of this for me." She gasped.

"Nothing is too much for you." He sat up to move closer to her.

"No, Seb—this is..." she tried to protest but he cut her off.

"Listen, nothing is too much when it comes to you, MC. I wanted this night to be really special. Don't worry about the price. Please." He reached over to cup her face and she nodded against his palm.

They sat together side by side as they enjoyed their cozy little picnic. Sebastian eventually gave in as well and stripped down to his swim trunks. MC couldn't take her eyes off of him as he talked excitedly about the new parts he got for his motorcycle, how his sister Anne was doing well over in the US, then how he was looking forward to reading a new book he bought the other day. MC could listen to him talk for hours. She loved how he would talk with his hands and when his eyes lit up when it was a subject he truly adored. She wasn't sure if it was the wine influencing her or if it was just her affection for him but right now, she really wanted to kiss him. Not just any kiss either, one that would ignite a flame within them both that even the waters couldn't put out.

She waited until he finished his sentence before she stood up and crossed to the edge of the spring. She could feel Sebastian's eyes on her back as she sat down on the edge and stuck her feet and legs in.

"Why don't you join me?" She said as she sank in even further, the pool up to her waist now. She turned to face him and waited for his response.

He quickly downed the rest of his wine and crossed over to the hot spring to join her in the warm water.

"You don't have to tell me twice." He chuckled as he pulled her closer and wrapped his arms tightly around her body. MC reached up to run her fingers through his luscious hair. She gently tilted his head down towards hers and pressed her mouth to his. His lips were so soft and tasted like the alcohol they both indulged in. He was gentle and held her like she was a delicate doll made of porcelain but she needed more. Her tongue was desperately searching for his and he parted his lips to allow her to deepen their kiss. She gripped his hair in her hands and pulled him in even closer so their bodies were fully pressed together. His hands began to move as he caressed her back but he suddenly stopped and pulled his head away as he tried to catch his breath and she had to stifle a groan.

"MC. Maybe we should slow down." He said breathlessly.

"No, Sebastian, please. Don't push me away." She said as she cupped his face in her palms.

"I just—I don't want you to feel that—that you have to do this. I can wait, MC. I don't want you to feel pressured into being intimate with me." He said as he pressed his forehead against hers.

"Sebastian, look at me," His beautiful brown eyes met hers and she smiled. "I want this. I need you. I need us. Please. You don't understand what you do to me. I crave you more than anything else in this world. If anything would make me feel uncomfortable, I'll tell you. I promise you that." MC said as she brushed his lips with hers.

"MC, are you absolutely sure?" He asked softly.

"Yes, Sweetheart. I'm sure. I need you so badly, Sebastian." She didn't break his gaze as he lifted his hand to caress her cheekbone. He nodded at her and it suddenly felt like a dam had broken and his passion was flooding over her.

He pulled her in tightly, one hand clutching her ass, the other cupped the back of her head as his mouth savagely took hers. His tongue entwined with hers as he moaned against her lips.

"I've been trying to be gentle with you." He said between kisses. "Holding back because I didn't want to hurt you or scare you." He started to kiss along her jaw and she whimpered.

"Please don't hold back. Please, Seb." She whined as she rocked her hips against him, her aching core rubbing against his thigh.

His mouth trailed even lower and he started to kiss and suck on her neck, his teeth brushing against her pulse point. The hand that was on her ass slowly snaked up her back and stopped at the ties of her bikini. He made quick work of the strings, tugging them loose with nimble fingers, as he tore her bathing suit top from her body. He removed his mouth from her neck to lean back and stare at her heated body.

"Fuck, MC. You're so damn beautiful. I've dreamt of your body a million times, this is infinitely better." He smiled at her as one of his hands reached for her shakily.

"Touch me, Sebastian. I need to feel your hands on me." She arched her back, pushing her chest towards him and his palm met her skin. She moaned as he began to caress and massage her breast while his mouth returned to leaving marks and wet kisses on her neck. His other hand still held her tightly against him and his body towered over hers. She felt so small against his powerful frame but yet completely safe in his arms.

"I have an idea. Come here." He wrapped his hands around her waist and eagerly lifted her up out of the warm water and sat her on the edge of the spring. "Do you trust me, Love?" He said with those pleading brown eyes.

"Yes, completely." She said breathing heavily.

He reached up with both hands and placed them on her shoulders then lowered her down so she was lying flat against the mossy floor, her bottom half was right in front of his gorgeous face and he grinned at her as his hands slid down the sides of her torso and reached the ties of her bikini bottom. He pulled the knots loose and slipped the material off her wet body. His hands held her hips as she opened her legs for him and his eyes locked on her aching cunt. Those same strong hands shifted to clasp onto her thighs, his fingers digging into her flesh. A look of pure hunger flashed in his dark eyes and his lips met the inside of her knee. She trembled under his touch as he started to leave kisses on her dripping legs, his tongue darting out to lick droplets of water from her body. His mouth descended lower and lower, his kisses now on the insides of her thighs.

"MC...I want to taste you. May I?" He asked as he bit his bottom lip.

"Yes, oh god, yes!" She wiggled her hips in anticipation as he spread her legs even wider. His lips met her hip and she purred as she rose up on her elbows to watch him work her into a frenzy. His mouth trailed even lower and his lip's gently kissed her clit. She moaned loudly and Sebastian chuckled at her reaction. He was slow and sensual as he kissed and licked her aching bud, teasing her to the point of seeing stars.

"Sebastian, please, harder! I need more!" MC begged as she arched her hips up to meet his mouth. A wicked smirk graced his face and his skillful tongue lapped at her very core. She cried out as he wrapped his arms around her legs and pulled her even closer as he ate her out. His mouth was buried in her dripping folds while her head was absolutely spinning. Her cries of ecstasy echoed in the cave and blended with the wet and sloppy sounds of Sebastian fucking her with his tongue.

"MC, you taste so fucking good! Better than I imagined." He growled against her sex.

She gasped loudly as he inserted one of his thick fingers into her throbbing heat. There was no hesitation in his actions as he began to pump his finger in and out of her soaked pussy. His tongue returned to her clit as her hands flew to his hair to push his head into her even further. She moved her hips to meet each thrust of his finger, his groans and grunts muffled against her.

Her orgasm was building, her eyes shut tightly as her pelvis writhed against Sebastian's mouth frantically.

"Sebastian! I'm so close! Don't stop!" She cried as he inserted a second finger.

The cave seemed to spin around her as he curled his fingers inside her and hit her sweet spot while he sucked even harder on her sensitive clit. She screamed his name as her climax clawed through her quivering body. Wave after wave of pleasure flooded through her as her core clenched down on Sebastian's fingers and her thighs closed around his head. She fell back and released his hair as he removed his mouth from between her legs and slowly withdrew his fingers. She gazed down at him and avidly watched as he stuck them into his mouth, sucking her juices off of them with a blissful expression.

"Everyday. I need to taste you every fucking day from now on." He chuckled and kissed her thigh. She took a moment to catch her breath as she grinned at him. Sebastian helped her sit up and gently wrapped his arms around her waist. He then lifted her up with ease and pulled her back into the hot spring with him. She let her hands roam all over his torso, rubbing and caressing his glorious muscles, loving how his eyes closed and he moaned softly. She reached down to grab the waistband of his swim trunks and pulled them down. He stepped out of them and they floated to the surface of the water and she giggled. Sebastian snatched them up and tossed them over by their blanket. Now the two of them were completely naked and submerged in the warm water together.

MC needed more of Sebastian and was loving this passionate moment they were sharing but her body felt like it was on fire and could burst if she didn't have him at that exact moment.

"Sebastian, make love to me, please." She said as she placed her hands on his shoulders and pulled him in for a kiss. She could taste herself on his lips and it was excitingly erotic.

"Patience, Baby. We have all night. Let me take my time enjoying you." He said as he started to kiss along her collarbone. His hands gripped and kneaded her ass as he moaned against her wet skin. MC leaned in and pulled his head back by his hair and bit and sucked on his neck. Sebastian leaned on the edge of the hot spring and his head fell back, exposing more of his neck to her. She felt his hands glide up her sides to move to her breasts. He teased them with his big hands before using his fingers to pinch her hard nipples. He moved his head close to her chest to suck one of the stiff peaks into his hot mouth. MC gasped as he tugged on her nipples with his firm lips. He would alternate from one breast to the other, taking his time to suck and massage the heated flesh, and it made her dizzy with pleasure.

"Oh,Seb! Stop teasing me! I'm begging you!" She groaned when he pulled away to lick at water running down her flushed skin. His hands flew to her head and his fingers tangled in her hair as he peered into her eyes. His forehead was pressed to hers and he was panting, his rapid breaths fanning against her face.

"Tell me what you want. What do you want, Baby?" He pressed his lips to hers in a quick kiss so she could answer him.

"You. I want you. I need your cock. I need you inside me. Please. I’ll beg. I just desperately need you." She gazed into his eyes and he grinned at her.

"Fuck yes!" He chuckled as he swooped her up into his arms and carried her out of the hot spring. She couldn't help but laugh as he crossed over to the blanket and laid her down on the plush fabric. He was kneeling between her legs and MC sucked in a breath. Sebastian was magnificent and she couldn't take her eyes off of his body. He was built to please and they both knew it. Rippling muscles, devastating good looks, and a charming personality that could win anyone over. He was her's. He chose her when he could have anyone he wanted and it made her tear up while her heart swelled with joy.

"Baby? What's wrong?" He leaned over her to brush her hair from her forehead. "I didn't hurt you did I?" He asked in a tone of panic.

"No, you didn't hurt me. I just—I can't believe you're mine. That you're my boyfriend. It still shocks me sometimes. I love you so much, Sebastian." She smiled up at him as he wiped away a stray tear.

"I'm the lucky one. You're so extraordinary and stunning, MC. This is the happiest I've been in a very long time. I love you too." His lips met hers and she sighed joyfully into his mouth. His tongue danced with hers as his body hovered over her. She wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him closer as he rested his pelvis against hers, his cock sliding against her slick folds. She whimpered into his mouth as he rolled his hips against her, rubbing her aching clit with his shaft. Sebastian was definitely blessed below the waist. His length was perfect in her eyes and he was girthy. For a moment she wondered if she could actually take him, he was the thickest that she had ever been with. She trusted him though and knew that he would be gentle with her, making sure she was properly prepared to take on his size.

"Put your arms above your head." He whispered against her mouth then smirked. God his smirk. She would do anything, be anything, for him in order to see that small smile on his beautiful face. She did as she was told and put her arms above her head. Sebastian slowly ran his palms along her limbs and stopped at her wrists.

In one swift motion he held the both of them in one of his big hands. The other he used to rub the tip of his cock against her dripping cunt. She threw her head back as her hips writhed beneath him. His pre-cum mixed with her slick as he watched where their bodies met.

"Are you ready for me, Baby?" His voice was deep, laced with seduction, and it turned her on even more. She tried her best to hold still but she couldn't help but rub herself against him, causing more friction between their bodies.

"Yes! I'm ready! Please, Seb! Give it to me! Please!" She was begging and she didn't care. No one could take this moment from them and she wanted to cherish it forever.

Sebastian pressed the head of his cock against her entrance and inch by aching inch, slid inside her. The grunts and growls that escaped his lips had her panting and moaning in return. She felt so full, so loved, completely consumed by the passion Sebastian was determined to deliver. He bottomed out inside her and her cry echoed inside the hot spring. He didn't move to thrust or pump his hips against her, instead he stayed still, allowing her to adjust to his size.

His eyes locked with hers and she could see all the love and devotion he held inside for her. "Are you ok, MC? I didn't hurt you did I?" He asked as he kissed her forehead.

"No, you're just—thick. Give me a minute." She grunted as she slowly started to rock her pelvis against him, getting used to how his cock was stretching her little hole. Soon the slight sting bloomed into pleasure and she was biting her lip as she slid along his length. Even while she was pinned under his weight and he held her wrists, she loved how he made her feel in control and safe.

"Oh God, MC. You're so fucking tight! Your pussy was made for my cock." He moaned loudly when she slid all the way to the tip then back to his base again.

"Move with me, thrust into me, Baby." She whimpered as his lips met her throat. He nodded against her neck and plunged his dick deep inside her. His thrusts were slow and steady, meeting hers in unison. His tongue lapped against her pulse before he bit her flesh and left love bites. His hand caressed up the back of her thigh to grip her leg tightly and bring her knee up towards her chest. She wrapped her other leg around his waist to allow him to fuck her even deeper.

"Oh, MC! You feel so good!" He growled into her throat as his breaths became more frantic.

"Sebastian! Yes! Yes, more!" She cried as her nails dug into her palms and he moved to the other side of her neck to show it the same attention. The sounds of skin slapping against skin resounded within the cave and added to the euphoria they shared. MC was on cloud nine as Sebastian pounded into her clenching heat. He released her wrists to place both arms behind her legs, folding her in on herself. With her legs behind her head, this gave him even more access to her soaked core. He leaned his head down to take her lips in a searing kiss, she moaned loudly into his mouth as he picked up his pace. His thrusts became harder and more wild making her scream his name.

"So long—so long I've wanted this!" He said through clenched teeth. "You're a fucking dream come true, MC!" He placed another kiss to her lips before resting his forehead against hers. She was so close, the way he was pounding her pussy was pushing her over the edge. Her cries grew louder as Sebastian began to grind his hips into her. He used one hand to cup her cheek and make her stare into his eyes.

"You're almost there, MC. I can fucking feel it. Cum for me. Cum for me, My love!" His voice echoed as he slammed his cock into her. MC came in a rush, hollering his name as her nails dug into his back.

"Sebastian! Oh fuck!" He robbed her of her breath as her legs quaked in the air and she clenched down hard around his length. He continued to rock against her, fucking her through her climax. She was panting wantonly as he picked up his pace, his eyes shut tightly as he growled through clenched teeth.

"I'm going to—I'm going to cum! MC!" He ground against her, burying himself deep within her, his orgasm was so strong that it felt like another thrust of his cock. MC clung onto his body as he emptied himself inside her. He slowed to a stop and lowered himself on top of her, trying to catch his breath. He slowly moved so she could stretch out her legs around him. His head slumped against the crook of her neck and she hugged him even tighter as feeling started to return from her thighs down to her feet.

Sebastian carefully pulled out and rolled off of her to lay down beside her. She was still trying to steady her breathing as she gazed at the full moon through the opening on the ceiling. Sebastian pulled her in and wrapped his arms around her.

"I love you so much, MC. Are you ok? I didn't hurt you, did I?" He asked as he ran his fingers up and down her back.

"I love you so much too. You were perfect. Everything felt so right with you, Sebastian." MC smiled up at him as she laid her head on his chest and intertwined her legs with his.

"That makes me so happy to hear that. Tonight was phenomenal with you, MC." He kissed the top of her head as she listened to his heartbeat.

"You made tonight really special. You're such a wonderful boyfriend." She snuggled even closer to him and he sighed in contentment.

"Let's rest here for a bit before we head back into town. I do have an important question to ask you though." He used one finger to lift her chin and peer into her eyes.

"Is everything alright?" She asked as she swallowed hard.

"Yeah, everything is fine. I was just—well. We've known each other for years now. Your mom and brother have accepted our relationship which I'm thrilled about. We could have been together—like this—a long time ago. I'm blessed to have you in my life, I've always felt that way, even more now since you're my girlfriend but." He paused and took a deep breath. "I was wondering, I've been thinking about it, would you—would you like to move in with me?" He said the last sentence quickly and closed his eyes tightly, awaiting her answer.

"Really? Are you sure that's what you really want?" She asked as her heart started to race.

"Yes, MC. I would love it if you moved in with me. It's completely up to you but the offer is there. I would be so ecstatic if we lived together. My place is closer to the college and I'd drive you to the campus. It's just—it's something that's been on my mind for a few days now." He looked so nervous but she felt elated.

"Yes, I'd love to move in with you, Sebastian!" She couldn't contain her excitement as she showered him with kisses. His smile was from ear to ear as he embraced her in his arms.

"This has been one of the greatest nights of my life. I love you with all my heart, MC. You truly are a mind blowing woman and I'm thankful that you're mine." His eyes shimmered with tears as she smiled down at him.

"I love you so much, Sebastian Sallow. I look forward to spending my days with you." MC gently kissed him as they held each other under the glow of the full moon. They laid like that for a while before they helped each other get dressed and pack up their picnic. MC couldn't stop grinning and held Sebastian even tighter on the drive home. She was thanking the universe for allowing this wonderful man to be hers. She wouldn't let him go for anyone or anything.

Sebastian was hers and she was his. Always.

THANK YOU FOR READING! I know it was a bit long but it’s Seb.🥰❤️

Reference photos! MC’s dresses

Poppy and Natty’s outfits

Sebastian’s bike and apartment

The hot spring

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grandeoatmilklatte · 1 year ago

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HL Characters and their Horror Movie Tropes

+ a Horror movie character I think they're most similar to and their likelihood of survival!

I randomly got hit with this idea in my sleep, so now it's on my blog! Hopefully this hasn't been done before! Of course these are my opinions based on my stupid little brain, but feel free to nicely let me know your thoughts. Also, because this has to do with horror movies, there will of course be mentions of D34th, so please keep that in mind. And if I gave your favorite character a low chance of survival, know that I am truly sorry, but someone's gotta go in a Horror film!

Some spoilers will be present for some movies, so please be advised.

Ominis Gaunt:

Trope: Ominis is the resourceful friend. The one who's instantly trying to find a reasonable escape route. He's the one you want when you're trapped in an escape room. Ominis is determined to figure out who the killer is and TAKE THEM DOWN. Final Girl energy to the max. Not even his disability is stopping him.

Character: Erin - You're Next (2011) - Such an under rated Final Girl. Erin is resourceful, knows how to put up a fight, and she's got a rough background that helps her survive. No doubt that Ominis's ruthless upbringing as a Gaunt would come in handy when it comes to survival. He likely knows how to fight, and would get brutal if it came to saving himself and his friends. Erin uses her environment to her advantage, which I know Omi would. (i know there's debate as to whether or not Erin does live, but I'd like to believe she does!)

Likelihood of survival: 96%

Garreth Weasley:

Trope: Garreth is the comic relief friend. May or may not be helpful in terms of escaping, but at least he's good at keeping the group entertained while they're trying to escape the haunted house. He's eager to help and subdue the killer, although he may screw up sometimes. It’s really up to chance whether he’d live or not, which breaks my heart to say cause I love my baby boy Garreth, but I'm trying to be realistic. If he did die, his death would be the most devastating for the group and the audience because of how much of a loved character he was.

Character: I have two that fit Garreth fairly well! Dewey - Scream (1996) and Marty - Cabin in the Woods (2011). Dewey because like Garreth, Dewey is a lovable goofball, but can put up a fight when needed. He cares about his friends, is brave, and still survives despite taking some nasty hits, and I feel like Garreth could take a few hits without being fatally hurt. And then Marty because Marty is hilarious, like Garreth. We all know Garreth would be a stoner a modern day setting, like Marty, and despite Garreth's goofy nature, he isn't dumb by any means, like Marty (Marty is the one to first notice something is up). Plus, like Marty, Garreth is the secret hottie. Movie fun fact - in the scene where they all swim in the lake, Marty is the only one that doesn't take his shirt off and jump in because the actor was actually MORE RIPPED than Chris Hemsworth, and it would have ruined the illusion of Marty being the lanky stoner and Chris being the hot jock.

Likelihood of survival: 75%

Sebastian Sallow:

Trope: Sebastian would try to be the hero for sure (if he isn't the killer). He's eager to find the killer, especially if his lover is in danger. He'll protect them and the rest of the friend group as much as he can. He definitely has Final Girl energy as well, but is at super high risk of dying if he's not careful due to his eagerness to fight the killer off. If he's the killer, he would be the jealous, jilted, boyfriend type, the hot jock guy that you wouldn't suspect (or maybe you would). He's doing this because he was hurt and is getting revenge. His Final Girl will have a lot on her plate.

Character: For the hero role: Ash - The Evil Dead (1981) - Boys can be Final Girls too!! Ash kicks ass and looks hot doing it. He's determined to survive and stops at nothing to do so. For the killer role: Billy - (Scream 1996) - Hot jilted boyfriend. Billy is ruthless in his killing, but thankfully he has an awesome Final Girl to put him in his place.

Likelihood of survival: as a hero - 85%, as the killer - 40%

Imelda Reyes:

Trope: Imelda is the bitchy popular girl that you grow to love as the movie progresses. Sadly she will not survive, and she'd be another sad fan favorite death. She deserved to be a Final Girl with her confidence and attitude, but sadly survival was not in the cards. She did put up one hell of a fight though!

Character: Tatum - Scream (1996). Tatum is confident and tough, and absolutely deserved to be a Final Girl. Tatum even taunts Ghostface before he attacks her, which is totally something Imelda would do. She puts up one hell of a fight, but loses the fight eventually, we know Imelda is fiesty and would fight the killer to the bitter end.

Likelihood of survival: 10%

Leander Prewitt:

Trope: Leander seems like the type to trust very easily, which means he would put way too much trust in the killer, and it might be his demise. As much as I love Leander, he would be easy to lure in. He would put up a fight, but it would be futile. He would at least have the opportunity to warn the others that there's a killer in their midst, giving the group a fighting chance. There's also a chance he could just get knocked out by the killer, the killer thinks he's dead, but he's not! (It hurts my heart to potentially kill him but not everyone can live in a Horror movie!) If you have a better trope idea please let me know cause I felt bad for him!

Character: Aaron - Creep (2014) - (Major spoilers incoming for this one and the sequel) Aaron should have left at the first sign of Joseph being weird, but he didn't. He stayed for far longer than he should have, and even when he DID ESCAPE, he still agreed to meet with him later, which led to his end. My hope is that Leander would be more like Sara - Creep 2 (2017). She also makes the mistake of trusting Joseph far too much, but she at least escapes and survives the film (although Joseph is definitely still looking for her. )

Likelihood of survival: 30%

Amit Thakkar:

Trope: The smart one!! The one who told the group not to touch the cursed object/not to go in the haunted house. Although he'd definitely be a scaredy cat, he'd be eager to find them a way out. Will likely not try to fight the killer though, and will just be focused on escaping. That is of course, if he even ends up in that situation in the first place. He’d be the type to not even follow the group to begin with, thus escaping the entire movie.

Character: Gavin - The Taking of Deborah Logan (2014) - As soon as Gavin realizes something's not right, HE LEAVES. He doesn't wait around for shit to hit the fan. He quits the documentary while everyone else fucks around and finds out. Thus, surviving the movie.

Likelihood of survival: 90%

Poppy Sweeting:

Trope: Poppy is a sweetheart! She’s friendly and cares about animals (beasts). She wouldn’t hurt a fly. Right? You ever meet someone that’s just too nice and you can tell there’s probably a darkness to her, waiting to be unleashed? Poppy seems like the perfect killer because of how unexpected it would be. Her bubbly personality is a perfect way to lure someone in before she attacks. We all know she doesn’t bat an eye to the use of unforgiveables on poachers. On the brightside, she isn’t that difficult to take down once you outsmart her.

Character: (This is going to be an obscure one. If you know what movie this is, please let me know cause I want to be friends!!) Rebecca - Superhost (2021) - Superhost is an indie horror movie about a vlogging couple who vlog from Airbnbs. They stay at this one Airbnb owned by a Superhost named Rebecca. Rebecca is bubbly and sweet, but there’s just something off about her, and she gets progressively scarier as the movie progresses. Her character is adorable, sweet, but totally unhinged. If Poppy was into vacation homes instead of beasts, this would be her.

Likelihood of survival: 50%

Natty Onai:

Trope: Natty is a true Gryffindor. She’s brave and protective of her loved ones. She has the makings of a Final Girl, but her eagerness to fight back puts her in danger frequently, and she could possibly go as a result. She would need to scale back and not act on impulse if she wants to survive the film.

Character: Helen - I Know What You Did Last Summer (1997) - I know I just said Natty has Final Girl vibes, but there’s too many Final Girls on this list already, so for her I’m picking a girl who SHOULD have been a Final Girl, and definitely had the makings of one. Helen is badass, popular, and puts up a fight to stay alive. She would have been a much better Final Girl than Julie (Julie sucks!!). Helen’s death was lame, but heartbreaking. Another fan favorite unfairly taken away. Also, Helen’s actress is also miss Buffy FREAKING Summers, another badass lady who I feel like Natty would vibe well with.

Likelihood of survival: 40%

MC:

Character: MC is another character that could be either the hero or the killer. As the hero, they are determined to protect those they love, and fight the killer to the bitter end. They obviously have major plot armor. They might discover they have superpowers just when they're about to die, and they use the superpowers to fight off the killer, thus surviving the movie. As the killer, they would definitely be the type of killer who didn’t start off that way, and turned evil due to the things that were done to them.

Trope: As a hero - Sienna Shaw - Terrifier 2 (2022) - Why does she have super powers? Who knows? But she's cool and just when hope is lost, she's able to use her powers to protect her loved ones and defeat Art the Clown. As a killer - Jane Doe in The Autopsy of Jane Doe (2014) (major spoiler for the movie incoming!!!) she wasn’t inherently evil, but after being tortured and being accused of witchcraft, her corpse became evil, cursing anyone who dares touch her. She’s also super powerful considering she doesn’t move for most of the movie. This level of overpowered-ness is also a trait of our MC.

Likelihood of survival: as a hero: 98%, as the killer: 98%

Bonus! Duncan Hobhouse LOL

Trope: Duncan would bring about the horror to begin with. He's the one accidentally reading from cursed books out loud, the one who's accidentally watching a cursed tape, and the one using the ouija board. He's not surviving. BYE. He'll be screaming the whole time, giving up the group's location to the killer constantly. The other characters will spend the rest of the movie hating him because he got them in this mess to begin with.

Character: Every person in the Evil Dead franchise that plays the recording that raises the deadites. You should never play mysterious records, especially ones you find in a creepy cabin or in a hole in the ground.

Likelihood of survival: 2%

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just-another-star-47 · 4 months ago

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Nellie Oggspire

My thoughts on her character.

Read more about her, the HL world and my own characters here.

Gryffindor • Slytherin • Ravenclaw • Hufflepuff

She's Welsh

Her parents are Muggles

Her father owns a little repair and assembling shop, her mother is a house wife

Nellie was baptized and had to visit church on Sundays. But she doesn't believe in god herself or likes Christianity

She rebels against social norms, especially the role of women, even before she went to Hogwarts ; meeting witches there, only encouraged her in her beliefs, that men and women are equal

She mostly wears trousers, especially when visiting her parents, she bought herself a bicycle and rides it in front of Muggles and learned fencing. She also played Baseball regularly.

Her parents do love her dearly, so they try to accept her magic and behaviour as best as they are able to.

Nellie is a very active person and worked hard to become a part of the Quidditch team, to finally play some sports again

Sometimes she plays Baseball with Leander

Leander was also the one, that protected her in first class, when other students made fun of her for beeing muggleborn (Garreth stepped in, as well)

One of the prefects took her under her wing, which led to her spending way more time with older students, then students her age

Only when Natsai was sorted into Gryffindor, she found her first true friend in her own class

Nellie is very good with her hands and often repairs or build things - without magic

She is extroverted and loves to provoke, but has a very big heart

Even as it seems she dislikes Imelda, she actually looks up to her, because she doesn't let anyone dictate her what to do (especially not men)

#hogwarts legacy #gryffindor #nellie oggspire #nellie oggspire headcanons #when shadows turn to darkness fic #ri writes #when shadows turn to darkness wednesday

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lilacwisps · 2 years ago

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Can I pretty please have headcannons for the boys trying to hide an unexpected boner around MC (who is the cause of said boner) YAY. Love u

Hi, nonnie! Of course, love you too 💜 (under cut for obvious reasons)

A/N: this assumes established relationships with the boys, also f!MC is house neutral (yes, she hangs out in Slytherin's dorm in Ominis's headcanon and in Gryffindor common room in Garreth's but we'll just pretend that ancient magic allows to bypass house restrictions lol)

Sebastian:

When Sebastian asked MC to accompany him on a late-night excursion to the Restricted Section, he did not anticipate they'd find themselves stuck in a tiny broom closet. Unfortunately for them, an unexpected prefect patrol stationed in a usually unguarded second-floor corridor made the detour an absolute necessity.

The broom closet was absolutely tiny - any smaller, and they'd be completely squished into each other.

Though the detour certainly was an inconvenience, Sebastian couldn't entirely complain about the situation he'd found himself in - after all, it's not like he didn't enjoy MC leaning into him, the sweet, light smell of her perfume filling his senses and the soft swell of her chest pressing against his forearm...

Oh shit.

His heart races as heat spreads through his body in an instant, pooling low in his stomach - he's never quite gotten used to the hold MC has on him, where her smallest touch could set him entirely aflame.

Bright blush blooms on his cheeks, and Sebastian shakes his head, trying to chase away the thoughts, but it's much too late, and his body eagerly responds to MC's closeness - and to the inherent danger of their situation. Sebastian would be lying if he said he didn't find the risk of getting caught at least a little thrilling.

As tempting as the thought is, he thinks it's best to avoid alerting MC to his situation - after all, they are out on a mission tonight, so there is no time for dalliance. The only way to ensure she doesn't accidentally notice the issue is to turn away a little, which is a dangerous move, given how tight the closet is, but Sebastian's willing to risk it - fortune favors the bold, or so they say.

Unfortunately, luck isn't on his side - and the moment he starts to move, MC shifts too, brushing up on him in a way that makes hiding his...situation entirely impossible. The blush on Sebastian's cheeks instantly turns crimson, and he desperately scours his mind hoping to find something - anything to say that could make the situation less awkward.

"Oh my," MC chuckles before he can utter a word, "Is this why they cautioned me against sneaking around with you at night, saying that Slytherins always try and take...advantage of any situation?"

If he could think more clearly, Sebastian would have, no doubt, asked about who the mysterious "they" were, going around and slandering his house, but MC's thigh is still pressed against him in the most delightful way that makes it difficult to think straight.

"Who said I'm trying to take advantage of anything..." Sebastian starts with all the rightful indignation he can muster. He's not exactly opposed to a brief broom closet tryst, but if she thinks this was on purpose...

His voice trails off as soon as he meets MC's gaze - she's looking at him through her eyelashes, and there's an unmistakable mischievous sparkle in her eyes. A small-half smile ghosts her lips, and Sebastian's mouth feels dry as he realizes she's just toying with him.

"Perhaps, you should have listened to them then," he murmurs, leaning closer to her, "Because whatever shall you do if I were to try and...take advantage of this situation."

"I'd tell you to check that the door locks properly," MC smiles, "We don't want it to go like last time, do we?"

Ominis:

Napping with MC had become almost a daily ritual for Ominis. He loved how she felt so soft and warm against him as they cuddled close on his bed, the light, sweet scent of her perfume and the cute way she sometimes mumbled quietly in her sleep.

It was meant to be only a brief nap - they had Herbology homework to finish, but when MC yawned softly, saying that she was too tired to continue and would probably fall asleep at the desk if they didn't take a nap, Ominis, as always, could not bring himself to refuse her.

Once they settle in his bed, Ominis wraps his arms around MC, pulling her closer to his chest, reveling in the warmth of her body against his.

"Just thirty minutes," he reminds MC, and she only hums in response.

As always, Ominis wakes up before MC does - he's a light sleeper, and all it takes to wake him is a single trill of the alarm. Silencing the alarm with his wand, Ominis cannot help but smile - he feels MC tightly grasp his arm as she curls closer to him. It's a delightful, precious moment - one Ominis knows he'll treasure forever.

"MC," Ominis calls out lightly, leaning forward and pressing a featherlight kiss to her temple, "MC, it's time to wake up."

MC hums and shifts even closer, and though Ominis would rather she wake up, he's not exactly complaining - she feels so nice in his arms.

"MC, it's time..." words die on his lips as he feels MC's thigh move against him in a way that makes his heart flutter and his body respond way too eagerly.

Instantly, Ominis is flushed and flustered, trying and failing to will his body to stop. He almost succeeds - and then MC's thigh brushes against him again, rendering all his efforts useless.

This is bad.

Bright blush on Ominis's cheeks turns crimson at his body's reaction - the last thing he wants is for MC to think that he's so needy that they can't even cuddle without him getting too excited.

He tries to move away, all in an attempt to hide his body's reaction from MC, but it's not so easy - she's got both her arms wrapped around his in a way that makes it nigh impossible to free it from her grasp without waking her up.

MC shifts again, brushing up against him in the most delightfully distracting way, and Ominis is frazzled. If he wakes up MC, she'll most certainly notice his...condition, but if he doesn't wake her up, she'll continue, and then...

"Ominis, you are shifting an awful lot," MC murmurs and Ominis freezes, mortified.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles, trying to shift away, but it is all in vain - there is no way MC hasn't noticed his reaction, "It's time to get up."

"I know," MC chuckles, and then he feels it again - the roll of her thigh against him, and this time he knows it's deliberate, and the thought alone makes him dizzy, "But I was having such a sweet dream...Couldn't we stay like this for ten more minutes? I'd really like to see how it ends."

"I suppose we could," Ominis gasps, trying to stifle a whimper as MC moves again, "If you want."

"I'd like that very much."

Garreth:

The festivities to celebrate another Gryffindor Quidditch Cup victory lasted well into the night. They always did - the revelers never headed to bed before the wee hours of the morning.

Not that Garreth's complaining, of course - he loves parties, and this was particularly fun, especially after a few six years rolled in what turned out to be a barrel of fire whiskey.

By the end of the night, not a single soul in the common room was sober - and Garreth had come to learn that MC was a very affectionate yet very energetic drunk.

"Hold me," MC giggles, throwing her arms around his neck. Garreth pulls her close to his side, letting MC lean her head on his shoulder. She sighs content and is still for a minute until she suddenly pouts again, "No, not like that."

The next thing he knows, she's crawling onto his lap. Though surprised, Garreth isn't exactly complaining - when she settles on his lap, he wraps his arms around her waist, reveling in how warm and soft she feels under his touch.

"There you two lovebirds are," Natty chuckles, separating from the crowd and settling down on a chair across from them, "Poppy told me you had an exciting adventure with Highwing the other day - I can't wait to hear all about it."

As MC tells Natty about her adventures, she's all exaggerated hand gestures and incessant movements - so much more animated than her sober self.

Garreth thinks it's adorable and cannot help but smile until, suddenly, MC, too preoccupied with her own story, shifts way too far back on his lap, accidentally rubbing up against him in a particularly pleasant way.

Oh no.

Garreth may be drunk, but he's not drunk enough not to realize what will happen if MC continues to press against him like that. He tries to shift towards the back of the chair, to steady MC a little further from him, but in her drunken state, MC's almost impossible to handle. Despite his best attempts, she keeps pressing against him as she shifts around on his lap, telling her story, and soon his body begins to respond.

Instantly, color rushes to his face, and he's so utterly, completely flustered. He tries to focus on something - anything - else to get his body to calm down, but it's rather difficult when the way MC shifts against him feels so good.

Still, the last thing he wants is for MC to notice, so he places his hands firmly on her waist, keeping her in place on his lap, away from his...situation.

"Hippogriffs are really incredible," Natty says once MC finishes her story, then yawns, "Well, I think it's time I head to bed - have fun celebrating."

His mind hazy with fire whiskey, Garreth forgets why both his hands are on MC's waist and raises one to wave good night to Natty, who disappears through the arch leading to the dorms. He remembers a split second later, but before he can correct his mistake, MC shifts all the way back on his lap, making color drain from Garreth's face and his heart stutter - if she didn't realize before, she certainly knows now, there can be no mistake about it.

MC looks at him over her shoulder and blinks drunkenly as mischievous smile blooms on her lips.

"Now, now, what have we here," she murmurs.

Perhaps, if he were sober, he'd come up with something to say, but Garreth's drunk mind is drawing blanks. "I'm sorry," he mumbles, "It's just...you just feel so good."

"Do I?" MC chuckles, looking at him through her eyelashes, "Well, then you must show me just how good...I don't suppose we'd run into anyone if we were to head to the showers now."

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #ominis gaunt #ominis x mc #garreth weasley #garreth weasley x mc

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lostmyremembrall · 1 year ago

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Hogwarts Legacy Accurate to Victorian Era Pt. 2

Thank you so so much for the lovely response to my first one! I'm so happy that you enjoyed it. This was just supposed to be a one-off, but here is part 2!

Read Pt. 1 !

Warning for brief mentions of: Dissection. Gore. Sex and lust. Antiquated ideas. Cannibalism. All the good stuff.

Simple Solution for an Injury

Complex injury? Amputate it!

No Anesthesia. No antibiotics.

Have fun going into shock from the pain.

Survived the surgery? Have fun with the post-surgery infection.

Ominis taking one glance at Sebastian's broken leg.

Ominis: "Lose the leg."

Sebastian: "Wait, no. Hold on, we can just use episkey-"

MC: *already raising an axe with a psychotic grin*

MC: "Sorry, Sebastian. Your lovely leg will be sorely missed!"

Cereal for Proper Gentlemen

Cereal is just becoming popularised, more so in America.

Most importantly, it's considered a proper thing to eat for gentlemen since, apparently, it has the effect of keeping your urges at bay.

Sebastian and Garreth always feel they need cereal to keep themselves in check. So they usually begin their day by eating two full bowls of cereal.

Ominis and Amit would eat cereal once in a while.

But strangely, when you sit next to them, you find them reaching for a box of cereal and burying their heads into the bowl, refusing to meet your eyes and their cheeks bright red.

We Party Like It's 1890

Victorians loved the macabre and the exoticism. The best parties were considered the dissection of Egyptian mummies.

Garreth Weasley, knows how to party.

And also happens to know a man who can get him an Egyptian mummy.

The whole school erupts into an excited buzz when they hear of a party being held by Weasley.

How he manages to afford an Egyptian mummy at such a great price, you ask?

If you ask Garreth, he'd say it's thanks to his winning charm.

If you ask Ominis, it's because he's being swindled with some "third-rate corpse dug somewhere from Whitechapel."

Having attended a few of those parties himself back home, Ominis apparently can tell the difference between a real mummy vs. a fabricated one.

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Garreth Weasley rolls up his sleeves, and dramatically flourishes his wand to begin the demonstration.

But, contrary to his boasting, he is quite shit with anatomy and maintaining steady hands.

Amit Thakkar is driven mad to no end at these parties, though he always comes begrudgingly.

He chooses to come because Garreth will literally drag Amit to his party.

But also because Amit naively believes every time that he might be able to teach Garreth a thing or two about anatomy.

Garreth has not failed to disappoint Amit every time so far.

"Agh, Garreth! You've spliced the superior vena cava!"

"Patience now, Amit. A delicate artform such as this takes great skill and control of one's wand-"

Garreth's hand slips, proceeding to stab the heart with the tip of his wand.

"Ah. Shit... Well. That's that."

"No matter." As Garreth wipes his wand on a tablecloth. "Now who wants to try my newest butterbeer!?"

That is usually when the party comes to an abrupt end as everyone rushes to the door.

Cure for All: Egyptian Mummies

Victorians engaging in straight-up Cannibalism

Ground-up mummies from Egypt are sold as a cure for all.

Sebastian, unfortunately, hears this rumour.

The next day, he's selling it in the corridor as a "Miracle Powder: 100% High-Quality Egyptian Mummies - Straight from the Tomb of Pharaohs"

Anne is in on it.

The local population of Inferi have significantly dwindled ever since.

But soon enough, not even Inferi are enough for his demanding supply.

There have been recent headlines in the Daily Prophet of the alarming number of grave robberies. Wizards. Goblins. House-elves. No one is safe.

Ominis: "Really, Sebastian? Grave robbing?"

Sebastian: "It's called procuring the merchandise, Ominis. Clearly, something you don't understand as someone who hadn't had to work a day of his life."

Sebastian boasting about his knack for business.

One night, Sebastian shows up in front of you with two shovels on his shoulders.

MC: "Grave robbing?"

Sebastian: "Grave robbing."

MC: "Should we dig up Uncle Solomon?"

Sebastian, taking way too long to consider: "... Nah. Anne would kill me for it."

MC: "At least that would get us two bodies."

The Beginning of a Business Relation with Garreth

There was one time when Prof Weasley got suspicious of Garreth’s outlandish plans, leaving him unable to retrieve the entertainment for the party that he’d already planned.

"Come on, Sallow. My reputation is at stake."

"Word tells me you can fetch me a mummy, yes?"

Sebastian, being the savvy businessman that he is, strokes his chin.

"I can. But it will cost you."

The whole school will remember that horrendous night, when the mummy mysteriously came back to life, and began attacking the students, the whole room erupting into chaos.

"It's the Pharaoh's Curse!" Duncan Hobhouse wails. "I knew I should've never come!"

Ominis growls about Duncan always complaining, and being too much of a coward to do anything.

Ominis: "Perhaps we sacrifice Puffskein Dunkein to the mummy. We’d feign an accident off school grounds. Nobody needs to know."

"I have it all under control," Sebastian shouts to Garreth.

As he continues to blast Confringo non-stop at the inferi in mid-panic.

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To support Sebastian's growing business, you are in charge of harvesting Inferi and bodies for Sebastian. But Garreth is in charge of the processing.

Ever since the fiasco at the party, Garreth forgave Sebastian and joined in to assist with the processing part.

Garreth says he’s forgiven Sebastian. But he now takes 55% of the cut.

These days, you can find the two in the Undercroft, testing out the newest solution.

The Mad Scientist and The Merchant of Death.

Round goggles. Rolled up sleeves.

A thick pungent smell of whatever solution Garreth came up to quicken the mummification process.

How lovely.

Ominis is not happy.

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If MC is extremely progressive, they'd disapprove of mummy dissection parties and comment to Garreth about the colonial mindset behind parties like this.

For weeks, Garreth is depressed and remorseful.

From then on, the Egyptian Mummy is replaced with a fake from Sallows, Co.

Ugliness

Victorians believed that loveless marriage and sex led to their children being born ugly.

Sebastian loves taunting Leander Prewett along this line of thought.

"Hey Prewett, guess where I was last night?"

Leander rolls his eyes. "Let me guess. My mother's?"

"You're quick this morning, I see. Your mother told me she's never loved your father."

Leander grows bright red, glaring. "Don't you dare, Sallow."

Sebastian with a smirk: "Solved at least one mystery. The reason why you look like a leper."

Leander explodes, warranting Sebastian a number of hexes and detention for both of them.

Source:

-The Astonishingly Slow Progress Towards Surgical Anesthesia -What People Ate to Survive the Victorian Era -Mummy Parties -The Gruesome History of Eating Corpses as Medicine

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savingsallow · 2 months ago

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hiya luv <3 i really wanna know……

7) what is your mc’s backstory as to why they didn’t join hogwarts until 5th year? or did you retcon that part of the story when creating them?

15) how does your mc’s story continue after 5th year? how do they cope with everything that happened with ranrok, sebastian, etc?

19) does your mc have a love interest? who is it? why did your mc fall for that character, if they do have a love interest?

23) when designing your mc, why did you choose the appearance you did? has it changed at all since you first made them? would you change anything now?

27) if your mc wasn’t in their current house, where would they have been sorted? why do you think they’d be there?

hey there darling! ♡ thanks for asking 🤭✨️

(boutta spoil my mc lore here 🫣)

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7.) The reason behind why Val wasn't able to join Hogwarts until the 5th year was because she was actually considered a 'Squib' back then. This particular reason stirred several dramas in her family. Given that she's part of the House of Black did not help (a part of her that she's not proud of, btw). Even if she was brilliant as a kid, yet she never really displayed any signs of magic that could get her admitted to Hogwarts. She was almost disowned because of it but was sent to a muggle boarding school instead. Until an accident happened in her boarding school that she unknowingly caused that time. Little did she know that she was the reason for the fire that destroyed her dormitory. This event marks the birth of her actual magical ability. Then BAM, this is where the canon events begin—the acceptance letter, the training with Professor Fig, etc.

15.) Val is the type to feel her emotions deeply. With all that has happened, naturally, she was overwhelmed, but in a way that she knows she can't break just yet. Then, when the classes have ended. This kid took a week to make sure everything was alright and kept in check—at least those that she could handle with the best that she could. After that, she isolated herself so that she could cry and feel all of her emotions. Val decided to take refuge to her parents' old house somewhere in the Scottish Highlands, far from people, places, and the memories that haunt her. She stayed there for around two weeks, and when she got tired of feeling sad, that's when she decided to get a part-time job in Hogsmeade at Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop. It was a good way for her to clear her mind amidst all the consequences that she had to face in the present.

19.) Like her name (Valentine), this kid actually has a few 👀 However, her main love interest and the one that really has her heart is Garreth Weasley. She actually sort of hated him at first because of that one potions class XD Val loves potions and she was really hoping to leave a good first impression on Professor Sharp, et voilà, the trouble with Garreth. Even so, she tried to be civil with him while he always attempted to impress her (which usually fails, unfortunately). Sometimes, Val would randomly prank Garreth just to annoy him in return. Their romance was actually sort of a slow burn for Val, at least. As for Garreth, he was always sure about it. This kiddo fell for him because he made her feel seen, heard, and safe; seen in a way that he sees her for who she really is and not just what most people think; heard in a way that he would always listen to her yaps no matter what it is; most importantly, safe in a way that she feels comfortable and content around his presence.

Also, fun fact! But in the universe where she exists with the other MCs or OCs, she also has a crush 🤫 (from Gryffindor, too)

23.) When I was designing my MC, I was just sort of going with the flow. All I could remember was that my intuition went 'pink kinda looks adorable, let's go with a pink theme'. Truth be told, I didn't even have a lore back then, but somehow, it worked out in the end. As for the change, for Valentine, I would usually play with her hair color and hairstyles, and that's when it clicked to me that suddenly I have an idea what story I would make for her. By that, I decided to make a part of Val's characteristic that she dresses up in order to express how she is feeling, and also one of her mottos — 'depressed, but well-dressed ' AHAHAHA basically that's how this all started XD And yes, there are a few bumps along the way, but I wouldn't change a thing — take the lesson then move forward ✨️

27.) If Val wasn't sorted in Slytherin, she'd definitely be in Gryffindor or maybe Ravenclaw.

Although chances are higher in Gryffindor. For one, Val is very ambitious (hence why is she in Slytherin), and alongside that ambition is the courage and determination to create her visions & desires to life. At the same time, she does not shy away from fighting for what she believes is right and fighting for those she loves and even the deemed 'underdogs'.

As for the Ravenclaw part, Val takes pride in educating herself to anything she can get her hands to, especially when she was younger. But as she grows up, she finds herself learning more about certain topics/subjects that pique her interests, improving if you will. Additionally, this kiddo values originality.

And yes, this mf was a hatstall.

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woah, this was a lot 😳

— i hope you enjoyed reading this! much love ♡

#mc questions #oc questions #things about val #hphl mc #valentine black #hogwarts legacy

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elinoracia · 2 years ago

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🐍Yule Ball🐍 // Sebastian Sallow x f!reader fanfic

"Hello everyone! This is my first ever fanfiction so don't hesitate to give me some tips on how to improve my writing (my first language isn't english). I also didn't really proofread because I wrote all of this at work (don't tell my boss pls)"

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Warnings: Jealousy, Y/N putting herself down, fluff, a little cry session, swearing (censored), love triangle with Garreth (kinda), no NSFW.

Total of words: 3.5k, this is a very long fanfic so be ready ;)

Important informations:

- All characters are aged up to 18 y.o. or more ; 7th year - The reader's name will be "Y/N" = "Your name" and "Y/L/N" = "Your last name. - Y/H/C = Your hair color - Y/E/C = Your eye color - Y/H = Your house (Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff or Slytherin) - This fanfic includes a drawing / sketch of the dress! (Following the time period when Hogwarts legacy is happening = 1890s) TW: I drew it myself lol - You can vote for the next fanfiction at the end of this one !!!

° The Yule ball is coming very soon and even if you don't want to admit it out loud, you really wish a certain someone would ask you to be his date...

But now that Anne is being taken care of at Mungo's Hospital and agreed to see Sebastian again, he can finally see what he might have missed before. He was so obsessed by finding a cure for her that he never SAW you for who you really were. His gaze towards you has definitely changed... °

You were walking in the long hallways of Hogwarts, lost in your thoughts as your were admiring the wintery decorations between two classes. The Yule ball was in 2 weeks and the students were visibly excited for this event. But you were worried. Nobody asked you yet to be his or her date for that very special night. Remembering all the requests for the ball your friends got makes your heart aches, not from jealousy, but because you felt the weight of loneliness weighing on your shoulders.

The anxiety of your thoughts made your heart beat faster until a familiar gaze get you out of your head.

Garreth: Hello Y/N, may I ask what seems to be on your mind?

Y/N: Oh! You surprised me! Hello Garreth. And well... this is quite embarrassing.

Garreth: What could be more embarrassing than making all of your potions blow up in front of Mr. Sharp?

Y/N: Come on, at least you're trying to create new concoctions. Not everyone has that courage. And my problem is far more embarrassing! Can you believe nobody asked me to be their date to the Yule ball?

Garreth, who became really handsome with the years, looked at you with wide open eyes. He looked really shocked despite your ironic tone of voice. He struggled to keep his voice down.

Garreth: WHAT? B-but... How is that even possible? Don't tell me you are not attending?

Y/N: Well, I shall not speak too quickly on the subject. There are still two weeks left.

Garreth: I could have sworn that...

He was mumbling something you could barely hear. Suddently, he looked up to you and grabed your hand.

Garreth: Hum... We could always... well...

Then, out of nowhere, someone else snatched your hand from his.

It was Sebastian. He must have seen you from down the hallway. He looked really mad. But you could only admire how tall he became since 5th year and how hot he was when he was pissed. Your eyes met his and it made your heart race. He was still holding your hand.

Sebastian: Don't bother her Weasley.

Garreth: Well, if this isn't Sebastian Sallow. I was just about to ask a really important question to Y/N. So, if you could just leave us alone.

Sebastian: No, I don't think that will be possible. She and I have to go somewhere. It's for... our Defense Against the Dark Arts class! Miss Hecat gave us a big assignment we have to complete.

While keeping your hand in his, he led you as far away as possible from Garreth. He kept walking until he was out of sight.

Then, Sebastian stopped walking and looked at you. His gaze softened and he let go of your hand. You could see a slight blush forming on his freckled cheeks.

Sebastian: Don't tell me this absolute fool was about to ask you to be his Yule date. He just can't stop bothering you.

Y/N: I am not sure Sebastian... But it would have not been that bad.

Sebastian: What do you mean? Do you like him? Do you want to-

Y/N: Calm down! I just meant that... nobody asked me yet and it's reassuring to know that someone actually wants to go with me. Besides, even if he asked, I am not sure I would have said yes to his offer.

Sebastian: Oh. And why not? You keep talking about that ball for days now. Surely you want to attend it?

Y/N: I do. But not with him.

The words slipped out of your mouth. When you realised what you said, you couldn't help but but your hand on your lips. You just can't help but think Sebastian doesn't want to go with you or just anyone. You instantly regretted your words and you felt sick to your stomach. You just could not look at him in the eyes.

Sebastian: With who you want to go with then ?

Y/N: (You take a deep breath) Can we... talk about it another time ? Besides, I really have to go join Imelda and Poppy for my next class. See you later Sebastian.

You turned around without even waiting for an answer. As you were walking to your next class, you kept wondering why he suddently looked interested when you mentionned your wish to attend the Yule ball with a certain person. Oh Merlin, this boy made you crazy. Nothing seems to make sense in your head.

After your last class of the day, as you were heading to the common room of your House, someone stops you.

Ominis: You seem to have made quite the impact on Sebastian for some reason. He could not stop talking about you for the last hours.

Y/N: Hi Ominis. And well, he just asked me with who I wanted to attend the next ball. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Ominis: I thought he was not interested by the Yule ball. How unusual.

Y/N: Yes...indeed.

Ominis: Y/N, I hope that even thought I am blind, you are aware that I can hear the tone of your voice. What did Sebastian told you ? I am sure he went too far once again.

Y/N: Maybe not far enough this time...

Ominis: Do you want to talk about it ? I would not dare repeat your confession to Sebastian, you can trust me.

Y/N: I know I can trust you. Thank you very much Ominis. But it really is not something worth worring about.

The truth was, you were too scared to ask Ominis opinion on that matter. What if he knew Sebastian wanted nothing to do with that ball? What if he knew Sebastian asked someone else already? You did not felt ready to take that risk just yet.

Ominis: I understand. Have a great night Y/N.

Y/N: You too Ominis.

The four followings days were like every others. You attended your usual classes, you spend a majority of your time with your friends and mostly Sebastian. But he was not like his usual self. Something was troubling him but you couldn't understand what.

As you were walking out of the school with Poppy to have some fresh air, you can see from afar a familiar figure. It was Sebastian but... he was not alone. He was talking to someone.

Suddently your throat closes, your breath stops and your chest starts to hurt. He was talking with another girl... but most importantly, he seems to carry flowers in his hands.

He was giving her flowers.

Poppy looked at you and notice you were staring at them, completely frozen.

Poppy: Y/N ? Are you alright ? What is the matter ?

Y/N: Sebastian... he...

You could not contain the tears any longer. They were just flowding on your cheeks. Of course he would choose someone else. You were such a fool to think he even wanted to the Yule ball go with someone like you. He was just waiting to ask someone as fun and exciting as him to attend with him.

As you stared with tears in your eyes at them, at him, at the boy you loved, Sebastian noticed you and started walking up towards your direction. Without even controlling your moves, you bolted inside the school, leaving the poor Poppy behind, confused.

You ran to the only place you could think of.

The Undercroft

You sat on the cold floor, in this dark cave, and cried.

Y/N: If only I told him earlier! Now I just have to stand there and watch them be together and even go together to that damn ball! On Merlin I wish I never saw them.

You stopped your rant when you heard somone else enter. You quickly dried your tears and got up as fast as possible.

Y/H: Ominis, I was just-

Sebastian: Y/N ? Are you alright ? I saw you run away and I thought maybe something happened.

Y/H: Oh Sebastian. Well I...

You hate how much you still love him. You hate how much you'll have to pretend to support his futur relationship with this other girl. You just want him. Just him standing there, in front of you, makes you suffer. You are shaking and your hands are cold. Sebastian took notice of that.

Sebastian: Y/N ? What are you not telling me ? Did something happen ? Is it that damn Garreth again ? Or did y-

Y/N: Sebastian, I just needed to be by myself.

Your voice was so cold and emotionless. That took the poor Slytherin boy by surprise.

Sebastian: Did I... do something ? If I did, I am really sorry. I never meant to hurt your feelings.

You wish he could stop talking and dissapear. It was just hurting too much. He took a step closer to your as a attempt to see the expression on your face to try to understand.

Y/N: I saw you. With the other girl. I was not expecting that but congratulations Sallow! It seems like you got yourself a date for the ball.

You were trying to smile as hard as you could and pretend you were truly happy for him. But why could you feel tears running down your face.

Sebastian: W-what? No she was just... Are you crying? Y/N why are you crying?

He could not understand why you were crying. He lifted up your head to see your teary eyes and gave you a warm hug. As tight as he could possibly hold you against him.

And you hugged him back. So tight. So close to you. You almost forgot why you were here, crying in his arms. You just wish he would never let you go.

As he took at step back to look at you again, he put his big hand on the top of your head.

Sebastian: Take your time. I am here.

Y/N: Thank you Sebastian.

Sebastian: Why would you ever think I would attend the ball with that girl? Utter rubbish !

Y/N: (you smiled gently) You offered her flowers. And you seemed very close. I just assumed.

Sebastian: Oh! Oh no the flowers!

Y/N: What about them ?

Sebastian: Well, they were for you but I think I asked someone to hold them for me as I was following you here. And I asked her to pick the best flowers for me so I could give them to you. She talked about Floriography. Apparently, a flower can mean something now.

Y/N: For me? What for ?

Sebastian: I guess I should just go for it then.

Y/N: Go for what ? I am confused.

Sebastian: Y/N, I know this might change everything. I might earase everything we built together since the first time I layed my eyes on you. But please, if I am making you uncomfortable by this confession, make me aware and I will never dare to bother you again.

But I love you. I love your soft Y/E/C eyes and your long and beautiful Y/H/C hair. But most importantly, I admire your strenght and your courage. You made me a better person. So, even if you decline my feelings, I shall always be grateful for what you have done for me. I know it was never easy to deal with me. But watching you grow and become a gorgeous and strong woman made me fall even harder for you.

You were taken back by his words. You struggled to find a good answer. Maybe you thought for too long about your answer because you saw Sebastian having a look of panic on his face.

Sebastian: I am so sorry, I should have told you in a better place than the Undercroft. I know this might be disappointing but-

Y/N: I love you too.

Sebastian: Y-you do?!

Y/N: I thought it was obvious. I am head over heels for you Sebastian Sallow. Since the day I beated you on that duel we had. Since the day you took my to Hogsmeade. Since... always. I wanted to go with you to the Yule ball. I only wanted you.

Sebastian: I... Oh Merlin! I understand now! I am so sorry I waited that long. Would you please make me the great pleasure to be my date ?

Y/N: I thought you would never ask.

As you were giggling, he cupped your face with his hands. He was so close to your face, you could actually count the freckles on his face.

Sebastian: May I kiss you ?

Y/N: Mh mh

As your lips touched, you put your hand on his chest. He was pulling you closer to deepened the kiss.

As you finally gently pull away from him, you watched his face. He was so red and obviously breathing really fast.

Sebastian: I...

Y/N: So...we shall see eachother at the ball then.

Sebastian: I cannot wait.

Some days passed and you were shopping with Poppy and Natty for a dress at Hogsmade.

As you were passing by Augustus Hill’s classy Gladrags Wizardwear boutique, you noticed the multiple dresses he was selling inside. You were so excited to pick the perfect dress.

Natty: I really want a red dress ! Or maybe a yellow one ! I really can't chose.

Poppy: I am wondering if they are selling purple dresses. I think I saw one on this hanger right there.

Y/N: I am still not sure about the color I want. Maybe one that represents the color of Y/H ?

Natty: Or maybe a dark green for you? So you could match Sebastian?

Poppy: That would be such a nice suprise! How romantic!

You giggled at the thought of Sebastian's reaction. Then, Natty looked at you with a sly look.

Natty: Soooo, you and Sebastian hu? Are you two together ? Is he finally your boyfriend ?

Y/N: Natty!

Natty: I am joking Y/N. Of course I know the answer. It is quite obvious.

Y/N: Well, to be honest he confessed and asked me to be his date but... He didn't ask me yet to be his girlfriend.

Poppy: Oh Merlin! No way!

Natty: Maybe he is keeping that special question for a special event.

You never really thought about it. You both were just like a couple. But he never officially asked you to be his lover. So, are you both really together ?

The followings days were really busy with all the preparations and the shopping you had to do. You were really happy with the dress you chose. It was green, like Natty suggested. A satin look with some really stunning matching gloves. Those were really expensive and it was showing.

The day before the Yule ball, you received an owl from Sebastian.

His message said:

"My dearest, Y/N, This sheet of paper, though I should cover it with loving words, could never tell you truly how I long to see you again in your evening gown. I heard a lot about it from Natty and Poppy. Tomorrow, let's meet at the bottom of the stairs, after the big door. The room will be crowded but I will always recognize you among everyone. Unchangeably yours, Sebastian Sallow"

Y/N: How sweet of him. Maybe I should write something back. Let's see...

"Dear Sebastian,

Your affectionate letter was most welcome. I won’t tell you where I keep it, but I dare say you will guess that it is not very far from my heart. I need not inform you, for you know it well, that you have my entire and undivided affection, and that I look forward seeing you at the Yule ball too. I hope Poppy and Natty didn't tell you too much about my dress. I leave you the surprise of discovering it tomorrow evening. I love you. Ever yours, Y/N"

As you sent your owl on its way to Sebastian, you felt your heart speed. You wonder if adding "I love you" on your letter was maybe too much. After all, you were not officially a couple. But at least he knows how you felt.

The next day came very quickly and you could see all of the girls in your room jump out of their bed to get ready, apply their makeup and do their hair. Seeing them so anxious made you start getting ready early too. Some of them helped you to do your eye makeup.

As you were putting your heals on, someone taps gently on your shoulder.

Y/N: Anne!!!

Anne: I am so please to see you Y/N. It's been a while since the last we spoke to eachother.

You couldn't help but put your arms around her to hug her. You were so glad he was looking better.

Y/N: What are you doing here ?

Anne: What does it look like silly? I am attending the Yule ball!

Y/N: What a sweet surprise. Did you already talk to Sebastian? And with who are you attending?

Anne: No no, I'll see Sebastian at the ball, it's a surprise. And my date for tonight is Ominis. He asked me some days ago and I could not reject his offer.

Anne was already wearing her gown for the ball. It was a really beautiful yellow dress with puffy sleeves. She was wearing her hair down and a pretty red color on her lips. She looked very elegant and chic. You could see she curled her hair with rollers for the occasion.

Y/N: You are so pretty! I love your gown. Yellow really suits you.

Anne: Thank you. I heard you were Sebastian's date for tonight?

Y/N: Oh hum...well I-

Anne: Don't worry, I am really glad he chose you. He explained everything to me in his most recent letter. I am truly happy for him and for you.

Y/N: Thank you so much. It means a lot.

Anne: Do you want me to help you get ready? Do you need help with your corset?

Y/N: Yes please.

Anne helped you putting on your dress. As you were ready, she went on to join Ominis.

You felt really nervous. You were hoping not to trip or step on Sebastian's toes during the dance. You had to be perfect for your futur boyfriend !

You got out of the common room and started walking towards the hall. A few people were also on their way.

You arrived in front of the big doors, opened them and stood at the top of the stairs, admiring the crowd of people already there. You were trying to scan the room to see where Sebastian was.

There he was, at the bottom of the stairs, also scanning the room. You called his name and he turned his head in your direction. His eyes widened. He could not stop looking at you as you descended the stairs.

Y/N: Good evening Sebastian. You are really handsome tonight.

Sebastian: Wow

Y/N: *giggles* I'm guessing you appreciate my outfit.

Sebastian: You are shining tonight. You are the brightest star in the sky. I am at loss for words. You've never been more elegant. Y/n: Thank you so much Sebastian.

As the music started playing, Sebastian led you to the middle of the huge ballroom. He looked like he knew what he was doing. He was leading the dance.

Y/N: Where did you learn to dance? You are a very good dancer! Sebastian: I have my own secrets Y/N. And you are not bad yourself. *grins*

He had one hand on your hip and the other was in your hand. One of your hand was on his chest. He kept looking at you in the eyes and smiling. His gentle brown eyes in yours felt like you two were the only one in the room.

As the dance came to an end, Sebastian and you kept dancing until your feet hurt. After that, you went to join Ominis who was standing further away.

Ominis: Ah there you both are. Are you having a good time? Sebastian: The time of my life. Ominis: The night is still young. Something else might be happening tonight. Sebastian: What do you mean by that?

As he asked that question, a gentle hand tapped his shoulder.

Anne: Maybe I should have helped you instead. You didn't flattened your hair properly. Sebastian: Anne!

He turned around and hugged her. He looked like her was holding her a little bit too thightly because Anne's face turned a reddish color.

Sebastian: Would you do me the honor of granting me the next dance? Anne: Only if your date agrees. Y/N: Of course! Please do. I'm going to take some fresh air in the meantime. It's really hot here!

As you went outside, you noticed how beautiful the sky was. There were so many stars tonight. Amit would have loved it. You were the only one standing outside. You lost yourself in your thoughts remembering how handsome Sebastian was tonight.

Garreth: who would dare to leave his date alone on such a special evening?

You did not hear Garreth approach. You felt silly standing there all alone.

Y/N: Oh, Hello Garreth. You always catch me wandering in my thoughts. And I just wanted some fresh air. Now i'm starting to think it might be a bit cold outside. Garreth: Oh! Where are my manners, please take my suit jacket. I don't want this pretty face to catch a cold. *he puts his suit jacket on your shoulders* Y/N: Thank you very much. You look really dashing tonight by the way. Garreth: You really look like a princess. You know, I have to admit something. Y/N: I surely hope it's not about a potion again. Garreth: No, not this time. But to be honest with you, I really wanted you to be my date for the Yule ball. I guess Sebastian was just quicker to invite you. Y/N: Oh. Garreth I am so sorry. Garreth: Please don't be sorry. But I do have a question. Dare I? Y/N: Please tell me, it's the least I can do for you. Garreth: Are you and Sallow a couple? Y/N: Oh... well no. Not really but- Garreth: Finally something I could beat him to.

Garreth quickly turned his face towards yours and put his hand behind your head. Everything happened so fast but...

He was kissing you.

He was almost rough with the kiss. Your eyes were still opened as you were trying to realize what was happening. But even before you had the time to do so, the kiss ended abruplty.

Sebastian: WHAT THE **** ARE YOU DOING WEASLEY?! SHE IS MINE!

Garreth didn't even have time to answer when Sebastian pushed him hard enough for him to fall heavily to the ground.

I was not good at all. You had to stop him before he starts anything he might regret later.

Y/N: Sebastian stop it! Leave him alone, it was just a misunderstanding. It's not his fault. Let him go! Please...

Sebastian turned around to look at you. I made you shake with fear. You had chills down your spine. The he looked at Garreth again.

Sebastian: Get the **** out of here before I make you suffer a fate much worse than being crucioed.

As Garreth went back inside, Sebastian got closer to you.

Sebastian: As for you, you have some explaining to do. Y/n: I sincerely apologize. I think I gave him the wrong idea but I never wanted to... I never wanted anything with him. Sebastian: I know. But what made him think he could kiss you? Y/N: Well... he asked me if we were together. I simply told him the truth. You never asked me to be your girlfriend. I was about to tell him we loved eachother but he just kissed me before I could explain the situation. Sebastian: Oh. So I guess it's my fault for not asking you to be entirely mine clearly. I apologize for losing my temper. And I apologize for this confusion. I'm not used to romance and relationships. Y/N: I'm sorry... I wanted to talk to you about it for some time but I didn't have the courage. Sebastian: You are the thing I dread the most in myself, Y/N, because I love you so much that I can’t trust myself. I’d die for you, give up all my power for you. I’d give you my soul in an instant, even if it meant I had to spend eternity in torment just for one moment with you as mine. So please, will you be my girlfriend? Y/N: In my eyes, nothing would be more precious to me than to be yours. Of course I want to be girlfriend.

The end.

#sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x slytherin!reader #hogwarts legacy #sebastian x y/n

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mizutoyama · 7 months ago

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*smacks into your window screen*

•°☆TIS I, DR. SOUP!!!☆°•

Like dr pepper but better

Your character is sitting outside a little restaurant by the sea. They are telling their most intimate friend about their beloved. They're drinking something delicious. What are they saying? What are they drinking?

Astraea

Seated on the terrace of a modest maritime establishment in Aberdaron, Astraea was engaged in intimate conversation with her dearest friend, Natty, both ladies partaking of afternoon tea.

"How are things between you and Sallow?" asked Natty.

“In truth, it is rather complex,” replied Astraea, her gaze traversing the vast seascape before her as she added sugar to her tea. “His propensity for rash actions does give me pause. His boundaries, I fear, are undefined... Yet, his presence agitates my heart in a most peculiar manner. His mere sight manifests joy within me. Still, I am aware of the inherent risk of emotional distress. Not that Sebastian would consciously inflict such, but his impulsive nature might lead him onto a path of inadvertent harm...”

"It does sound complicated."

"Poppy told me that love triumphs over all adversity. Imelda, on the other hand, vowed to send a bludger his way should he cause me any distress," said Astraea, distractingly adding more sugar to her tea.

“Poppy has been residing in a realm of romance since Garreth commenced his courtship. As for Imelda, her affection for her broom is such that she might as well take it as her spouse,” retorted Natty.

Astraea responded with laughter before indulging in a sip of her tea, only to recoil almost immediately. “Good heavens, why is it so overly sweet?!”

Alice

Alice was sitting at a restaurant on the Promenade des Anglais in Nice, sipping lemonade under the hot Mediterranean sun. Across from her was Andre, her long-time friend who had joined her for a month-long stay at her French grandparents' house. He only had one thing in mind: find out how her blossoming relationship with Charlie Weasley, the dashing seeker of the Gryffindor Quidditch team (his words, not hers), was going.

"You have to tell me everything!" he exclaimed.

"There's not much to say... we literally started dating at the end of our fifth year."

"Yes, but that kiss at the end of the Quidditch match..."

Alice's face grew hot. The spontaneous act was a constant source of embarrassment as her friends kept bringing it up. "Could you stop mentioning that kiss? It just happened... I didn't intend my first kiss to be so public."

"Awwww, that was your first kiss."

"Andre," said Alice through gritted teeth. If looks could kill, Andre would be as dead as if the killing curse had been cast on him.

"Fine, fine. I'll stop talking about the kiss of the century. But how has it been going since?"

Alice shrugged. "Fine, I suppose. He's adorable when he talks about dragons, and his eyes light up," she sighed softly. "We didn't get much time together, though, especially not romantic time. We had to study for our O.W.L.s, and then it was the end of the school year and the train ride home. We had to patrol the train, so it wasn't super romantic."

"Wait, you actually patrolled the train? We were all convinced you two had found some empty compartment and snogged the entire time."

Alice choked on her lemonade. "No, we did not! Anyway, we weren't even paired up together for the patrol."

"Who were you with?"

"Simon. So wasn't so bad. Kept trying to find him a date for our first trip to Hogsmeade next year."

"This reminds me... Didn't I overhear you in a corridor teasing him about you dating Charlie and not him?"

"Hmmm? What are you...? Oh! No, not like... So, he was all gloomy after that Quidditch match. So I asked him what was going on. Obviously, Selwood tried to lie to me, saying he was fine, but I knew better. So I asked him, point blank, if he was jealous of my new relationship with Charlie." It was now Andre's turn to choke on his iced tea, but Alice ignored it and continued. "You should have seen his face. Colours completely drained from it, pale as a ghost. So I told him not to worry and that I would help him find a girlfriend so that he wouldn't feel left out and be in a relationship as well. That seemed to relieve him. And then I joked that maybe he was actually jealous that I was the one dating Charlie and that maybe, deep down, he had a thing for the great Charlie Weasley. That's probably what you overheard. He actually laughed but said Charlie wasn't his type. Though he still won't tell me what his type is."

Andre smiled knowingly as he sipped his drink. "Oh, Alice," was all he said.

"What?"

#soup fairy #I can't picture Astraea or Alice talk about their beloved in a lovey-dovey way #so that's the best you'll get #(for anyone wondering: Simon is a new OC of mine not some official HPHM character you missed)#hogwarts mystery #hphm #alice beaumont #charlie weasley #simon selwood #andre egwu #astraea morgen #natsai onai #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow

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blueraineshadows · 1 year ago

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Heart Breakers: Chapter 3B - Garreth Weasley's ending

I strongly advise you read Chapter 1 and Chapter 2 first. There is also an alternative ending for Sebastian here. Written from a request by @simpy-slytherin F!MC is called Leina in honour of her MC

Garreth Weasley x Leina 🦁❤️

"He is staring at you again," Poppy said. She gave Leina a careful look. "Have you two still not spoken?"

Leina didn't have to ask who she was talking about. She didn't even turn to look, preferring to remain where she was, sitting under the tree, her book open on her lap. Poppy was looking over Leina's shoulder, obviously at Sebastian. And, no, Leina had not spoken to him. She still hadn't found the nerve to.

After her chat with Professor Weasley, when she had urged Leina to sort things out with Sebastian, Leina had tried to find him that night, but to no avail. She hadn't tried to seek him out again.

It had been three weeks. Three weeks of his eyes on her back, avoiding him in corridors, speaking through stiff lips when there was no other choice in classes. It was miserable, to be honest, but she couldn't find the words. The longer it went on, the harder it became, and she hated her cowardice. But, she just couldn't get past the fact that with Sebastian, it was always drama, and she wasn't sure she had the strength for it anymore.

"Do you think you will ever speak to him, Leina?" Poppy prompted. She looked concerned.

Leina thought about that. "Yes," she answered. "Eventually, but not today."

Poppy nodded sadly and they returned to their Beasts homework.

.....*.....

Garreth studied the wizard's chess board, his face serene calm as he reached to make his move, taking out one of Leander's pieces. He grinned at his success.

Leander sighed and shook his head. "Nice move," he grumbled. There was a grudging respect to his words. He eyed Garreth curiously before sizing up the board to make his move. "So, what's the deal with you and Leina?"

"There is no deal," Garreth said, smoothly. He smirked at Leander's move, already knowing what to do. "If you think you're going to distract me, it won't work. I'm just too good."

"Come off it, Weasley, there has to be something going on," Leander said. "It's like you two are joined at the hip, and I have to say, the way it's pissing Sallow off is literally a gift from Merlin."

Garreth tried not to grin in agreement, but it was really hard not to. In all honesty, he was nowhere near as bothered about Sebastian as Leander was. Their whole, weird rivalry thing got a bit annoying at times. Garreth couldn't be bothered with all that, but seeing Leina so distressed because of him, it had darkened his view of the Slytherin boy.

He couldnt help it. He felt protective of Leina. He felt more than that, if he was being really honest, but he kept that buried in his secret heart. She didn't need him adding to her troubles. He was just happy to share her time, as much as he could get away with.

He made his move and again, Leander had another piece smashed from the board. He chuckled at Leander's groan of defeat.

Footsteps sounded behind him and his eyes were covered by a pair of hands. A voice, familiar and more than welcome, spoke softly into his ear. "Guess who?"

His smile was wide under his covered eyes. "If it isn't the most beautiful girl in Gryffindor House, then I'm going to be very disappointed," he said.

"Ugh," Leander said, pretending to retch.

Leina giggled and removed her hands, placing them on his shoulders instead. "What's the matter, Leander? Jealous?"

"You two need to get a room," Leander scoffed.

Garreth felt warmth creeping up his neck and he cleared his throat, patting a hand on one of Leina's. "What's up?" He asked, changing the subject. "I thought you were seeing Poppy today."

"I did, we studied outside earlier, but she had to go," Leina said. "It such a lovely day out, but I'm a bit bored on my own, so I thought I'd come see what you were up to."

"I'm just kicking Leander's butt at chess, but I can do that anytime," he smirked. He looked up at her. "Would you like to do something?"

"You could walk me to Hogsmeade, if you like."

For that smile, he would walk her anywhere. "Sure, you want to go now?"

"I'll meet you back here in ten minutes."

As Leina shot off towards the girls dormitory, Garreth leaning around Leander to watch her go, he felt a foot nudge his shin.

"Oi, lover boy," Leander smirked. Garreth swung his eyes to him. "Like I said, you two need to get a room. She clearly wants the 'D', bad."

And Garreth would love to give it to her, but on her terms. He didnt want to push her on it, no matter how hot she got him under the collar. Garreth screwed his face up and gave Leander a swift kick back under the table. "You're so crude."

Leander laughed. "Fuck, you have got it bad."

....*....

Clouds were closing in above them as they walked back from Hogsmeade, thick, heavy clouds promising rain. Leina's feet ached, they had wandered around the town all afternoon, but she felt...happy. Her gaze slid to the boy walking beside her and suspected he was the reason why. She had been coming to realise it more and more over the last week.

In the Three Broomsticks earlier, Garreth had Butterbeer foam on his top lip. Rather than point it out to him so he could fix it, she had reached across, swiping along his top lip with her thumb, removing the foam. It had been instinct, done without a thought, a gesture of familiarity.

She hadn't been prepared for the intense eye lock, the flush of warmth, and the pleasant tingle that shot all the way from her thumb to her core. Garreth had blushed so hard even his ears had gone pink.

These little moments kept happening. All by accident, of course. Like in the Potions detention when they had tumbled to the floor. She had almost kissed him then, she was sure of it. What if Sharpe hadn't caught them? She felt her cheeks warming up and pressed her fingers to them. Garreth Weasley had snuck up on her, day by day, and now, she realised, she was rather hot for him.

Garreth was eating a box of jelly beans as they walked, pausing every now and then to throw one up and catch it in his mouth. Of course, he had to provide a running commentary of the whole thing, making her chuckle quietly. He was quite good at it, but then one bounced off his nose dropping to the ground. He just dusted it off and tried again.

"Let me try," she said. They paused on the path and he held out the box. She took one with a grin and then tossed it skywards. She bent her head back, mouth open, squinting up. She couldn't see the bean, and then it whacked her on the forehead before sliding down into her scarf. "Oh, shit!"

The pair of them were giggling as she began to unwind her scarf to try and find it, the jelly bean slipping down under her collar. Garreth took hold of her scarf, holding it up as she fished around in the collar of her blouse. Her eyes widened. "It's gone right down," she said.

He raised an eyebrow. "Lucky jelly bean." And then he bit his lip, his eyes skipping away from her. He cleared his throat. "I can...turn my back while you...you know...look for it."

Splats of rain began to plop onto the path around them. Leina pinched the fabric of her blouse and shook it, the jelly bean slid down to her waistband. She tugged the blouse out and it plopped onto the path. "It's out!"

The splats of rain became more frequent, huge drops of water spreading out across the ground and running down their faces. "Maybe we better make a run for it," Garreth said, looking up at the angry clouds.

"We won't make it," she said, shaking her head. She glanced about, getting her bearings. She grabbed his hand. "Come on."

They ran, the rain now showing no mercy as it began to hammer down from the angry sky above. A rumble of thunder rolled across the lake and Leina tugged at Garreth, urging him to run faster. She led him off the path, through some trees.

"Where are we going?" He shouted over the sound of the rain.

"A cave, just up here," she shouted back, pointing ahead. "Its one of my usual spots to collect Moonstone."

They both hurried in to the shelter of the cave, puffing and shaking their arms. Leina looked down at herself and then at Garreth. They both looked as though someone had just hauled them out of the Black Lake, soaked to the skin, hair plastered to their heads.

Garreth shook his hands, droplets spraying everywhere, and looked out the mouth of the cave. The rain was like a curtain of water, visibility out through the trees limited.

"This could go on a while," he frowned.

"And we are soaked to the skin," she said. She tugged off her robe. "We will be freezing."

"Actually, I was more concerned about missing dinner," he said, patting his tummy.

"After all those cakes and sweets you scoffed earlier?" She gaped. "You're like a bottomless pit."

He held his arms up, flexing his muscles. "I'm a growing lad."

She huffed a laugh. "Come on, let's see if we can't find somewhere to hang our robes to dry. We could try to get a fire going maybe. The cave goes in a little way."

Garreth pulled out his wand and cast Lumos as they headed in deeper, the cave opening out into a room sized cavern, Moonstone clusters glittering from the ceiling and in the corners. Garreth smiled. "Pretty," he murmured. "I had no idea this cave was even here."

"I found it in 5th year," she said. "I lost count of all the caverns and ruins we stumbled across on our adventures..."

Leina trailed off, sadness clouding her face. Her and Sebastian had spent many an hour exploring together, laughing, flirting. She swallowed. She didn't usually mention Sebastian these days.

"Do you miss him?"

Leina looked at Garreth. He had removed his robe, but rain water dripped from the ends of his hair, sliding over his freckled face. His hair looked darker, he looked so different without his familiar soft, waves framing his face. He looked less like the soft, charming boy, and more like a harder man, the angles of his face sharper.

She realised she was breathing faster, and not just because of his question. A question he was waiting for her to answer. The look in his eyes showed that this question was loaded with more than just curiosity.

"Sometimes," she said, truthfully. "He wasn't always...difficult."

She draped her robe over a rock outcrop, needing to keep her hands busy. Her knit jumper was soaked, and her blouse, but she only pulled the jumper over her head and put that beside her robe and scarf.

"Did you...do you, love him?"

She paused, her back to him, and held her breath. She could hear the hammering rain outside the cave, the distant sound of thunder. Trapped here, alone with Garreth, nobody else to interrupt, the bigger, deeper questions were coming out. Her eyes danced over the glittering Moonstone, their beautiful colour tones reflecting the light from his wand.

Then, she closed her eyes. Sebastian. Yes, once she had thought she might love him. They had shared so much, adventures, dark memories, death. Those kind of experiences formed a bond between two people, and she suspected that was something that would always be there.

But as for love...no, she realised. She'd had a crush. Sebastian was handsome, charming, and yes, sexy. But he was also dangerous, possessive, stubborn. She didn't think she could handle anymore dark chaos and trauma. She was tired of having to fight every day. It shouldn't be that hard to be close to someone.

"No," she said softly. Her tone was almost one of surprise. "No, I don't love him."

Silence. She opened her eyes. Shuffling came from behind her and the hairs on the back of her neck lifted. She turned to peek and almost felt deflated when she saw that Garreth was mimicking what she had done with his jumper and robes. Her breath left her in a rush.

Was that it? He wasn't going to say anything? She frowned, puzzled, and turned back to adjust her soaked robe. Her fingers trembled. She had thought he was going to come to her, touch her...

Her lips parted. Merlin's balls, she wanted him to!

Her heart picked up speed and she began to twist her fingers, hyper aware of how alone they were. She could feel his proximity on her skin, goosebumps swooping up her arms and neck like a wave. She risked another look and almost gulped when she saw him tugging his shirt from the hem of his trousers, a flash of skin appearing as he flapped the wet fabric. Oh, sweet Merlin!

Then she was scolding herself, told herself to get a bloody grip. If he had wanted her, surely he would have made a move by now? Sebastian would have, it didn't take long for Sebastian to find her lips.

But Garreth wasn't Sebastian, and she should stop comparing them.

Memories tumbled fast and furious. The gentle way Garreth always touched her, his mad blushes, the way he took care of her that night. A memory that often danced on the edge of her day dreams was the one in Potions detention, laying on top of him, wet and squirming and the moan that had slid from his lips.

She turned to fully face him, quick breaths and fluttering pulse making her tremble. He met her gaze and she almost whimpered. Gods, look at him, all wet and rumpled,and looking at her with eyes that were really quite pretty when she thought about it.

There was a flash of uncertainty in his gaze and he shifted, lifting a hand to drag fingers through his wet hair. She bit her lower lip. She wouldn't mind a go at that. She watched the flush stain his neck and rise slowly up to his cheeks.

He cleared his throat. "Um, I er...shall I see if I can find some old wood? You mentioned a fire."

Fuck the old wood! There was a fire burning in her blood and she wanted Garreth Weasley to stop being a damn gentleman for once and kiss her until she couldn't breathe!

"Why did you ask me about Sebastian?" She blurted.

He swallowed. "I...I..." He winced and rubbed a hand over his face. "Fuck sake," he muttered. He took a breath. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to press you on the matter."

There he goes again, putting her feelings first. What about his own feelings? What did he want?

Leina felt a feral growl of frustration stick in her throat. She was standing here, right in front of him, begging him with her eyes and he still held back. A wicked streak of devilment shot through her and it made her eyes spark dangerously.

"That's alright," she said, sweetly. "No harm done."

Her blouse was already untucked from rescuing the stray jelly bean, but it was also wet, clinging. Slowly, she began to unbutton it. "I can't believe how fast that rain came on," she said, lightly. "I am soaked right through."

She peeked up through her lashes, her lips twitching slightly at the sight of him. He was staring, transfixed as she slid the blouse off her shoulders, exposing the pretty chemise she wore underneath. She actually heard him gulp.

Reaching up with her bare arms, she pulled the pins from her hair, the bun tumbling free. Her wet hair pooled over her shoulders, dripping and darker in tone like his.

A shaky breath came from his lips and he had to look away, a fist over his mouth as he began to pace. He still held his wand, lit with Lumos, and the orb of light it projected followed him.

Poor Garreth. She was a naughty tease. But he still hadn't come to her. He was still holding back.

Well then, she would have to go to him.

He jumped when she touched his wand hand, her fingers tugging it free, she pointed it upwards and cast a charm. The soft glow of the orb floated upwards and hovered near the ceiling, bathing them both in its gentle light. The Moonstone glittered around them, reflecting off the water droplets on his skin. She put his wand on top of his robes and then moved to begin unbuttoning his shirt from the top.

"What...what are you..."

She paused to press a finger tip to his lips. They were damp and soft, parted. She could feel his hot breath rasping past her finger and a slow burn began to coil in her stomach.

She smiled and returned to his buttons. When the shirt was fully open, she slid the fabric wider, a delicate brush of her finger tips against his chest pulling a small, desperate cry from him.

She met his gaze, his eyes, so close, burned, his pupils wide and dark. She dropped her gaze back to his chest and slowly, she leaned forward, pressing her lips softly against his skin. His breath shuddered, noises coming from his mouth that delighted her ears. He liked this, he wanted her.

Her hands disappeared inside the shirt, smoothing around and up his back as she slid her mouth gently, lips dragging against him, the tip of her tongue flicking to taste him. She sighed softly.

"Oh, Gods," he breathed. His voice a strangled, desperate plea.

His fingers tangled into her hair, gripping it and pulling her head back so that she looked up at him. He stared at her mouth, eyes blazing.

"Kiss me, Garreth," she pleaded.

His moan started before his lips even touched hers. His kiss was firm, his fingers tightened in her hair. She parted her lips, welcoming him, then a soft, tentative swirl of tongue.

The kiss deepened, a soft moan leaving her, molten fire consuming her. She shivered as his fingers swirled up her hip, tangling into the thin fabric of her chemise. She rolled her hips towards him, rocking against his pelvis. His lips broke the kiss, a low, feral sound ripping from his throat. She looked at him and his eyes were squeezed shut.

"Are you alright?" She gasped.

He nodded, his eyes popping open. "Fuck, yes," he gushed. "This is...it's brilliant!"

They stared at each other and a giggle bubbled up out of her mouth. "Why are you so fucking adorable?"

He looked surprised. "Do you really think so?"

She nodded. "I do. I also think you should kiss me again. I quite liked it."

.....*.....

The next morning, Sunday, Leina rolled over in her bed with a sigh, enjoying a lazy lie in. She curled up under her blankets, unable to keep the smile from her lips. She closed her eyes and thought about the cave, his kisses, his hands at her hips and in her hair. It made her burn all over again.

Last night, before retiring to bed, Garreth had pulled her onto his lap, lips seeking hers. This time she pushed fingers through his soft, dry hair, tugging gently. She loved how it made him moan.

She hugged her blanket to her chest. She wanted to squeal and kick her feet like a happy child. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt that way.

It reminded her that she had been through dark times, and while she was stepping into some light for once, she realised that she needed to chase the last of those shadows. She needed to speak to Sebastian.

.....*.....

The gate to Undercroft groaned open and Leina stepped inside. She walked slowly, eyes scanning until she saw him, propped up against a wooden crate, book in his hands. He looked up, his face stunned at the sight of her. He dropped the book and stood in one fluid motion. "Leina!"

She paused, feeling a little awkward. "Hi," she said.

He licked his lips, took a step, then paused. "How are you?"

"Good," she smiled. He returned it.

The training dummies were in their usual spot. She eyed them and pulled out her wand. "I thought I would get some training in. It's been a while, and I don't want to get rusty," she said. "I fancy my chances at beating you in the next Crossed Wands Championship, I'll have you know."

He looked at the dummies and then back at her, swallowing hard. "Is that so?"

She nodded and went to take postion in front of her usual wooden victim. "Up for a few spells?"

"When have I ever turned down a fight?"

It was like old times. The air was thick with smoke and the flash of spells as they gave the dummies a good thrashing, before turning to duel on each other. It was nothing too taxing, a few well known charms, but it felt good to be flexing her muscles again.

When she called a truce, they moved to a table where bottles of water were kept. She drank deeply and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"I've missed this," he said.

She looked at him. "Me too."

"I'm sorry you know, for everything," he said. "I hate that I hurt you."

"I know," she nodded. "I accept your apology, on one condition."

"What's that then?" He looked wary.

She moved a bit closer. "I get my best friend back."

He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. "Best friend?" He looked down at his feet, chewing his lip, then he nodded. "Just friends?"

Leina took a deep breath and fiddled with her wand. "You are important to me, Seb. I want you in my life," she said carefully. "You are my best friend, you always were. As a couple, we don't work, and I don't want us to end up hating each other. I couldn't bear it."

"I could never hate you," he said, firmly.

"I'm gonna hold you to that,' she said. She took another deep breath. "You need to hear it from me, before the inevitable gossip starts."

He stilled, eyes tight.

"Garreth and I..."

He closed his eyes, turned his face away. She braced herself for the explosion of rage, but his shoulders just sagged a little. "I knew it was coming," he said, sadly. "It was obvious. The way you look at him..."

"If you'd rather not be friends with me..."

He spun back, quickly. "I'd rather have you as my friend than lose you all together," he said. He stepped up to her, hand raised. His fingers shook as he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "I thought I'd lost you forever after that night in the Clock Tower. After everything we've been through, I can't stand the thought of my life without you in it."

"So, you won't cause trouble with Garreth?"

She saw the war going on behind his eyes, and then they shone with tears. "Does he make you happy?"

"Yes," she breathed.

"Then, that's all that matters."

She hugged him, fiercely. They clung to each other, two damaged kids who had found each other in the dark. She may have placed her heart elsewhere, but she still needed him. And, she suspected, he needed her just as much.

.....*.....

Leina snuggled in closer to Garreth, his arm securely around her shoulders. Poppy giggled beside her. "You guys are too cute," she said.

"I can do cuter," Garreth said. He bent to kiss Leina on the tip of her nose. She giggled.

"Oh, for fuck sake you two," Leander groaned. "Its bad enough when you do it in the common room."

"You're just jealous," Sebastian said, smirking.

"Not as jealous as you," Leander muttered.

Sebastian scowled, his wand hand twitching. Leina tensed, and Garreth felt it. His fingers stroked soothingly along her arm. He chuckled. "Damn right, he's jealous. He's secretly always wanted me to kiss him on the nose."

Poppy giggled and Sebastian threw Garreth a sour look. "Unlikely," he drawled. "When is this meteor shower supposed to start, anyway?"

"According to my calculations, any time from now," Amit said, excitedly. "We just have to watch, and wait."

Leina looked around at her friends, all of them gathered up on the Astronomy Tower deck, wrapped up warm, and sat around on blankets. They had smuggled up snacks and hot tea, the boys had a flask of fire whiskey, and they had settled in to wait for a promised meteor shower. This was perfect. This is how it should be.

When the first streak of light zipped across the sky, she tightened her grip on Garreth, leaning in to his warmth. He had seen it too, then he looked down at her, pressing a kiss to her temple. When a second, then a third burned through the sky, she looked up at him and smiled. She brought her fingers to his face, guiding him down to kiss him softly on the mouth, his cheekbone, below his ear. She heard the soft intake of his breath, could feel the thud of his heart through his warm layers of clothing. Her heart swelled. She brought her lips to his ear. "I love you," she whispered.

He stilled, his breath hitching. He looked down at her, eyes glowing in the starlight. She didn't think they could get any closer together, but apparently he was prepared to try. He was practically crushing her against him as he bent to whisper the same three magical words back into her ear.

They stared at each other, savouring the moment, while their friends exclaimed over the falling stars that now seared the night sky.

There was absolutely no way she was going to bed on her own tonight. Not if she got her own way, and she was fairly confident on her chances.

Notes: Thank you to every person who had a read of my fic, for every interaction, you're awesome. I loved doing this request! Whichever boy you love best, I hope I did them justice. I loved them both in this, which is why you got two endings 💚❤️

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