#ominis gaunt headcannon

[theealbatross]

love is the most twisted curse of all (shadow trio headcannon)

Plot | How the Shadow Trio expresses their love and the price they willingly pay for it.

Tags: |dark-ish, unhealthy friendships/relationships, platonic (or not depends on your interpretation), codependency, manipulation, aged up, implied crimes, implied murder, slytherins can't love normally, implied seb x mc if u squint, traumatized!slytherins can't accept healthy love, seb and mc are dark wizards, auror!sebastian, my opinion only, might be ooc

[A/N: Photos (except two) are not mine! This is something short I wrote because i can't get it out of my head lol]

Ominis Gaunt: The Heir

. Ominis loves by doing what is necessary.

. A perfect Slytherin through and through, Ominis (whether he is aware or not) lives the closest truth to the Slytherin motto. Anything that is 'his' is protected at any and all cost.

. There is no heaven high enough he won't reach or a hell low enough that he won't crawl in if it meant saving the people dearest to him.

. Like the perfect slytherin heir Ominis is akin to a snake, his morality slithering and bending to fit his narrative. His bones creak, skin stretching as he wraps himself around his loved ones until they are untouchable.

. He is aware of his flaws but he is not so honorable to fix it. He knows the real world -- the darker side of the wizarding world's high society, one that his companions aren't too familiar with -- and he will move hell and high water to protect them from it in the shadows.

. Dark Spells being used a bit too closely in where Sebastian is stationed? It must be those damned dark wizards, Minister. Isn't Auror Sallow so gallant in facing those pests?

. Poacher corpses leading a trail to you? Surely, such stains of the wizarding world wouldn't be missed. The Hero of Hogwarts did us all a favor, it would be a shame to condemn such heroics.

. Suspicious rumors following his friends? Not while he was at the top of high society, manipulating reputations and snuffing out nonbelievers. Any tongue that rises against them will be cut.

. He is a Gaunt, and as much as he loathes the dark history behind his name -- he knows how to wield its power. He is the only one who can properly wield it and it is a sword he is willing to use -- if necessary.

Sebastian Sallow: The Prodigy

. Sebastian loves by monopolizing.

. As a boy who lost too much at such a young age, his entire world surrounds the few people he considers his own. And if you are one of his people know his whole world will surround you.

. He has to have access and knowledge of his loved ones at all times. In-depth, illegal, background checks on all people his pretty witch associates herself with? Fair game, it's for your safety, darling. Charmed pieces of jewelry that lets him know of your location at all times? Christmas and birthday gifts from him to you, wear it at all times or he'll charm it so it never gets removed. A ring that will transport Ominis to his side at the first sign of danger? Ominis you are far too important a person to put your life on mere Aurors hands, I'll handle it.

. Normal people would be put off but after all the things the three of you have been through, putting your lives and safety in Sebastian's hands is the best course of action. It is for your own good, after all.

. Sebastian is fully aware he has unfortunately been cursed with having brilliant friends with bounties in their heads in the underworld. Therefore, the best course of action would be the one to rule it.

. Living a double life as the honorable Head Auror and a dark wizard was not for the weak but Sebastian has always been used to compartmentalizing different faces for different facets of his life. A brilliant student, a delinquent, a doting brother, a traitor, a partner in crime, a merciless murderer. He'll wear any and all masks and become the monster he is required to be if it meant he got to keep you.

. Sebastian doesn't have a lot of people he loves so he will not ask for forgiveness in how he protects those that is willing to be loved by him. They're his -- his to love, his to protect, his to consume.

. And he'll let all the curses and corpses pile up into a mountain of sins before he'll lose anyone ever again.

MC: The Hero

. She loves through devotion.

. Once you consider them as a friend they can do no wrong in your eyes and if they do commit mistakes you will dig the deepest pit to bury it in with your own bare hands.

. Being told you were special, you were different, you were powerful at a very early age fractured your reality. The world is your oyster, it will be whatever you deem it to become.

. For what is power if you can't even help those you love the most?

. Do you want me to take care of 'it', Omi? You know I hate it when you strain yourself with politics. Someone tried to take Sebastian to court for excessive violence? Who is it? Are you going to handle it or should I? Why can't they just let him be?

. You will follow them blindly at whatever corner of the earth they are calling from. Anything that has to do with them is a priority of the highest order as far as you are concerned-- so much so that people have to go to Ominis and Sebastian first to convince them to convince you to help.

.There is no such thing as a good or bad anymore -- you will stand on whatever side they are on, and the rest of the world can decide if they want to stand with you or against you.

. There will be no such thing as a consequence if you had anything to say about it. And you had the final say about everything.

. All will always be well for you and everyone you love. You will make sure of it.

.You are special, after all.

[atypicalamortentia]

May I requested an Ominis Gaunt relationship HC please 🥺

General Headcannons || Ominis Gaunt

Synopsis - General dating headcannons for Ominis Gaunt.

Warnings - SFW & NSFW.

Notes - All characters are 18+!

Word Count - 0.9k.

[Caffeinate Me]

SFW:

: ̗̀➛ Ominis first meets you in a different place depending on what house you’re in: if you’re in Slytherin his first interaction with you is in the Slytherin common room, but if you’re in any other house he meets you outside the Undercroft.

: ̗̀➛ Ominis is weary about you at first, you’re a stranger! 

: ̗̀➛ It takes the blonde a few weeks to eventually warm up to you. You offer to help him with some homework he’s been having trouble with and he happily accepts. 

: ̗̀➛ Can’t stop thinking about you after that. He always wants to know what you’re up to and how you’re doing. Your voice lives on repeat in his head. 

: ̗̀➛ Takes the man a while to realise he has a crush on you. Sebastian is the one who brings it up, noting that his friend blushes a lot whenever you’re around and won’t stop talking about you for hours afterwards. 

: ̗̀➛ Will open up about his past to you more than anybody else. At first, he says he doesn’t want to talk about it, but eventually he’ll begin to open up more. He finds comfort in your soothing words and slight touches on the shoulder that you give him in reassurance. 

: ̗̀➛ It takes Ominis a long time to confess his feelings for you but when he does you’re in the Undercroft drinking firewhiskey. The two of you are slightly tipsy when he just blurts out “I think I’m in love with you.”

: ̗̀➛ You’re stunned to begin with, mouth hung wide open as you blink slowly at him. Had you heard him right?

: ̗̀➛ “Y/N… Say something?” He’ll say, snapping you out of your trance. 

: ̗̀➛ “Do you really love me?” You ask. “Because if this is a joke, Ominis Gaunt, I swear to Merlin you’re in for a world of pain.”

: ̗̀➛ He chuckles slightly at your reaction before placing a hand on your shoulder and smiling at you. “I’m being serious. I love you.” 

: ̗̀➛ Ensue heavy make-out session. It’s Ominis’ first kiss so it’s clumsy with teeth clattering together but neither of you care. His hands will trace your hips as yours wrap around his neck and pull him closer to you. 

: ̗̀➛ Ominis’ love language is physical touch. He’ll intertwine his fingers with yours when you’re walking to class and place tender kisses on your forehead when you part ways at night. He will always have a hand on you at all times whether it be your thigh, your hip or your shoulder. 

: ̗̀➛ Doesn’t use his wand to guide him around the castle when you’re around. He trusts you to get him to classes safely. 

: ̗̀➛ Dates to Hogsmeade are a must! And this man will pay for everything and don’t even try to stop him. He just wants you to know how much he loves you.

NSFW:

: ̗̀➛ Your first time is in the Undercroft. You’re both sitting on a sofa you had conjured when suddenly Ominis pulls you onto his lap. 

: ̗̀➛ His lips find yours in a desperate sloppy kiss before he trails down to your jaw and neck, sucking on the sensitive flesh.

: ̗̀➛ “I’ve been thinking,” he says in between kissing your neck. “I want to make love to you.” 

: ̗̀➛ “Ominis, are you sure?”

: ̗̀➛ He just nods, his hand making its way down to the hem of your skirt. His hands are shaking slightly as he plays with the fabric, nervous about what to do next. 

: ̗̀➛ it’s no surprise that Ominis is a virgin, but he doesn’t mind if you are too (or if you’re not, he’s not judging). 

: ̗̀➛ You grind against his lap forcing the blonde to let out a strangled moan. It feels so good he thinks he might cum before he even gets to enter you.

: ̗̀➛ You guide his shaky hand down your tights and his fingertips brush against your clit. You buck your hips slightly and let out the softest moan, it was like music to his ears. Ominis could listen to your moans all day if you’d let him. 

: ̗̀➛ His long fingers work circles around your clit before he dips his hand further into your underwear. He fingers you for a few minutes; a singular finger first before adding a second. His pace is nice and slow - he doesn’t want to hurt you. You’re basically riding his fingers. 

: ̗̀➛ When Ominis finally pushes his thick cock inside of you, he lets out the loudest moan and screws his eyes shut immediately as he tries to focus on not cumming instantly. He’s so sensitive he feels like he might burst.

: ̗̀➛ Ominis lets his hands wander around your body as you move your hips, taking control of the situation. He wants to commit every inch of your body to his memory so he can relive this moment over and over again in his mind. 

: ̗̀➛ “I wish I could see how beautiful you look right now,” he whispers horsley, biting his bottom lip to keep the noise down

: ̗̀➛ You bend down and press a soft kiss on his lips as you move your hips. Ominis shamelessly ruts against you, desperate for more. He’s begging for you to move just a little bit faster. 

: ̗̀➛ When he’s close, Ominis’ hand drops to your clit forcing you to cum at the same time as he does. He’s so loud as he cums you’re scared that people passing by the Undercroft might actually hear him.  

: ̗̀➛ Pulls you flush against his chest as you lift off of him slowly. His cock is so sensitive and so is he, he just wants to cuddle with you. 

: ̗̀➛ “I hope we can do that again,” he whispers as he presses a soft kiss to your temple. You nod in agreement, smiling brightly. He looks like an angel underneath you and you never want this moment to end.

[spaceyaceface]

How do you think Ominis and/or Sebastian would react to the reader being stood up for a date, especially when they absolutely adore us? Would they comfort us by taking us on a date they've ran through their minds a million times so we can forget about being stood up by a loser and finally confess their love for us? Ugh I'm a sucker for fluffy writings like that ❤️‍🩹

This doesn't need to be a full-blown work, I just wanted your thoughts/opinions since you've been dubbed the Patron Saint of Ominis works.

Too bad, you're getting a full blown work with Ominis because I love this. And him. He's all I think about. Thank you for this prompt!!! I love it so much!

Warnings: Feelings of inadequacy, being stood up on a date, making Andrew Larson the bad guy (as always)

Word Count: 1.6k

Ominis laid out on his bed, trying not to let his spiraling thoughts consume him. He should be happy for her. That’s what good friends do, right? Celebrate things with one another, cheer each other on as they try things, grow, find their place in life?

He wanted to do all that. He just couldn’t stop wishing her current place wasn’t with Andrew Larson. 

He was fully aware of how idiotic he was being. He had never asked her on any sort of date, never even hinted at his deep feelings toward her in the two years they had known each other. All of this made the fact that he couldn’t help his thoughts from wandering to her every two seconds all the more pathetic. 

They were close. He’d dare say that he was even closer to her than Sebastian in some aspects, even though they’d had less time to know each other. But there had always been something about her that drew him in, allowed him to open himself up to her. It had scared him at first—but as he slowly gave in, he found himself wondering how he had ever lived a day without her. 

He’d just never expected this level of aching to come with it. 

She’d asked Larson out a few days before—it had come as a complete shock to him. Despite their closeness, she had never mentioned any feelings she’d had toward him. When he carefully asked why she’d done it, she just said she’d heard he might be interested in her, and wanted to see where it would go. The days had passed like agony, and finally, the evening of their outing had arrived. 

He wondered if she had come back yet. Were her and Larson slowly making their way back to the castle, laughing at newfound jokes? Had he held her hand as they walked, daring to capture her soft skin in his grasp, or—Ominis sucked in a sharp breath—had he kissed her goodnight, with a promise of see you again soon?

It was that thought that finally pulled him out of his bed. He couldn’t stay there, thinking those sorts of things. He’d only drive himself mad. He shouldn’t care. He should just hope she was having fun. That he was treating her well. But he couldn’t help it. 

His feet carried him through the halls of the castle. It was past curfew now—surely she was back in her room. Larson wasn’t a rulebreaker, unlike him and Sebastian. He wondered for a brief moment if that's what she liked about him, but shook the thought before it could take any true form. It wasn’t long until he was entering the Undercroft. But then he froze. 

Crying. Someone was crying. 

He knew that tone of voice. It was hers. Why on earth was she here, when she was supposed to have had a perfect evening out? 

He called out her name, walking to her. His wand let him sense her figure, hunched over as she sat atop one of the crates in the room. She responded to his voice, trying to take a deep breath before answering. 

“O-ominis,” she said. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think you’d be down here. I was just… I needed someplace to be alone.”

“Alone?” Ominis asked. “I thought… did your date not go well?”

She sniffled. “It didn’t go at all, actually.”

Ominis’s mind raced. What had happened? Why was she here crying instead of up in her dorm room telling her roommates how wonderful her time was? But he reached the most likely conclusion—one that was quick to make his blood boil. “He stood you up?” The anger was barely masked in his voice. 

He heard her choke back another sob instead of speaking. That was answer enough for him. 

How dare he? Various choice words rushed through his head, and he bit his tongue to stop himself from cursing the git out loud. Did he not realize he’d just lost? Ominis had just spent hours pacing the floor of his room, sick at the thought of her giving Larson any ounce of her love, and he’d went and burned it all. His hand twitched, and he found himself wondering how easy it might be to break into the Ravenclaw common room. 

But as he heard her shuddering breaths, he was reminded of why he was so upset in the first place. 

There would be time to deal with the prick later. She needed him now. 

He rushed to move beside her, sitting next to her and carefully placing an arm around her shoulder. She leaned into the contact as he rubbed his hand up and down her bicep, trying to help her breathe properly. After a few moments, he spoke quietly. “What happened?”

He felt her shrug under his arm. “I told him we’d meet near the north entrance, and he just… didn’t come. I waited until it was dark out and nothing. He didn’t even send me an owl.” She brought her knees up, curling into a ball as if she was ready to disappear. His arm around her tightened as he silently reassured her. 

She went on; now that she was talking about it, the words all came spilling out. “I didn’t even want to go out with him. I just asked him because Poppy said I haven’t been out with someone in too long, and I didn’t know who to ask, but she insisted he liked me…” She huffed. “I suppose we can say she was wrong about that.” She buried her face in her knees. “I shouldn’t have asked him. I don’t know why I try anymore. No one’s ever liked me like that, why would that be any different now?”

She was spiraling, pushed off the edge by the events of the evening. Ominis knew this habit of hers, and sadness and anger anew washed over him at the thought that Larson had set it off. He said her name, repeating it until he felt her lift her head, facing him. “Don’t say that. It’s not true.”

She let out a sigh. “It feels true.” 

He shifted, finally taking his arm from around her to place his hand firmly on her shoulder, facing her. “You are worth all the love in the world. To assume you aren’t is preposterous. Frankly, it’s a wonder how everyone in the whole of Hogwarts isn’t dueling for the chance to court you. You are brilliant, kind, and know how to make anyone laugh—including me. Sebastian has told me on more than one occasion how beautiful you are.” 

His next words made his heart ache—would she hear the longing in his voice? Would he fully reveal himself? “There will be a day when someone deserving of you realizes all of that. They’ll come and sweep you off your feet, and give you all the love and commitment you are due. They’ll love you completely. Even the parts you’re afraid to show them. They’ll love you like…” 

The words died in his throat. He couldn’t say it. He couldn’t disrupt their friendship, the careful thing they had built together out of some selfish need of being wanted by her. But… but she was across from him, feeling as if no one would ever care for her. He could prove her wrong. It didn’t matter if she didn’t feel the same—he’d deal with that later. All she needed now was to know. So he took a deep breath. 

“They’ll love you like I do.” 

The silence was suffocating. He wished he could see her face, read whatever emotion lied there. It was several long seconds later before her faint voice finally uttered something.

“Come again?”

“I…” He hung his head, hand still gripping her shoulder, trying to keep himself grounded. “You said no one has ever like you… like that. You’re wrong. You’ll capture many hearts. I know it, because you’ve already taken mine—even if it’s not one that you want.” 

He began to let his hand fall from away from her, but his eyes widened as she gripped onto his wrist. “What if it is the one I want?” 

Her words were hardly more than a whisper, and he could have sworn he had imagined it out of pure desperation. “Do you really—”

“Yes,” she said, laughing lightly. “Yes, Ominis. I mean that. Merlin, I’m an idiot. I should have just asked you, I’ve been wanting to for ages, I just never thought—”

He couldn’t stand it a moment longer. His hand reached forward, and before either of them had a moment to think, he was darting forward to kiss her. Even with his hand on her cheek, he missed, lips brushing on the side of her mouth as he let out a small noise of frustration. Any negative emotion washed away when a chuckle escaped her lips, the sound vibrating against his skin just before she pressed her lips to his. 

She kept her grip on his wrist as his hand traced its way from her shoulder to her jaw, letting him cup her face with both hands as he pulled her closer. The kiss was everything he expected it to be, and more. For countless nights, he had wondered what her lips might feel like, if they would match the warmth of her voice, if they would give him shelter just as her arms did, if they would make him feel alive just like every touch she gave him. 

Her kiss was not just warm—it was fire, flames running through every vein in his body, his heart pounding at the heat of it. It was not just shelter—it was home. The place he was meant to be all along. It was more than living. It was being reborn. 

When she pulled away, breathing hard, he knew he’d crave her taste for the rest of his days. 

She rested her forehead against his, letting their breath tangle together. “What would you say to coming to Hogsmeade with me?” she said. 

He grinned. “I’d say yes, a thousand times over.” 

[underthenightskydreamsneverdie]

Fanfic Masterlist

I write for Hogwarts Legacy, Mattheo Riddle, and Criminal Minds

Explicit sexual content -🌶️ Fluff -🌸 Angst -❤️‍🩹

Hogwarts Legacy:

Hate that I now have to add that all characters have been aged up. If you are a minor, get the fuck out, this is not the place for you.

 Sharing is Caring stories in order: 

Everyone Has Needs - Ominis makes time to take care of himself 🌶️

Sharing is Caring - Ominis has an issue with Sebastian and f!MC. When Sebastian finds out what the problem is he talks with MC, wishing they could help Ominis Sebastian x f!MC 🌶️❤️‍🩹

Sharing is Caring chapter 2  - After a bit of denial the trio have a threesome Sebastian x f!MC x Ominis 🌶️❤️‍🩹🌸 

Sharing is Caring chapter 3 - The trio work to get Ominis out of an arranged marriage  Sebastian x f!MC, Sebastian x f!MC x Ominis 🌶️❤️‍🩹 

Sharing is Caring chapter 4 - A member of the HL gang finds out the trios secret  🌸❤️‍🩹

Other Sharing is Caring stories: 

We’re All Winners Here (aka untitled Quidditch story) - Sebastian and Ominis cheer on their girl 🌸

Precious Moments  - Ominis uses Polyjuice potion to witness special moments with Sebastian and f!MC 🌸

Oneshots/Other writings: (Most of these can fit into SiC before Everyone has Needs, but they can also be read as stand alone pieces!)

A Snack by the Lake - Sebastian gets a special snack from MC during a picnic Sebastian x f!MC 🌶️

A Snack by the Lake, Part 2 - MC gets a special snack from Sebastian during their picnic  Sebastian x f!MC 🌶️ 

A Snack by the Lake, Part 3 - Sebastian and MC have a nice ending to their picnic  Sebastian x f!MC 🌶️ 

The Green Imposter - Sebastian finds something interesting in MCs nightstand and puts it to good use Sebastian x f!MC 🌶️ 

Is That What You Want? - After a few drink and a day full of teasing, Sebastian gives MC exactly what she wants  Sebastian x f!MC 🌶️

Little Wolf - After taking out an Ashwinder camp, Sebastian and MC have some feral sex in the woods.  Sebastian x f!MC 🌶️ 

Daddy - The first time MC calls Sebastian Daddy and the first time he calls himself Daddy  Sebastain x f!MC 🌶️🌸 

Worth the Wait - Sebastian and f!MC have a sweet first time together (Not SiC related) 🌶️ 

Naughty Escapades and a Wily Temptress  - Sebastian and MC make a deal to wait until after taking their NEWTs to have sex, but MC can’t stop teasing him (Not SiC related) 🌶️ Sebastian x f!MC 

Ask and Headcannons:

 Sebastian and Ominis kinks

Sebastian and Ominis favorite positions/if they prefer head or penetration 

Sebastian and Ominis how loud they are/their dirty talk 

Sebastian and Ominis what their first times with f!MC are like 

How the trio became a throuple 

Ghost on the Shore - Sebastian Sallow HC 🌸

Daddy Dom Sebastian (Not SiC related)

The start of Sebinis from Sebastians POV 

Ominis knows nothing about girls and Sebastian is totally wiling to teach him (Not SiC related)

Sebastian and Ominis as Doms and Subs  

How Sebastian and Ominis react to MC dancing with another guy at the Yule Ball 🌸 

Life after Hogwarts with Sebastian and Ominis 🌸

Hogwarts Legacy Character Reactions: 

HLC react to MC asking them to have a threesome 🌸 

HLC react to MC taking them to a sex shop to pick out new toys and lingerie 

HL boys pick out lingerie for f!MC 

HL girls pick out lingerie for f!MC and she picks some out for them 

HLC react to being allowed to touch MCs face for the first time  🌸

HLC react to you flinching when they try to touch you for the first time 🌸

Mattheo Riddle :

Carnal chapter 1 - Mattheo Riddle meets an unforgettable, mysterious Hufflepuff and spends the school year fighting his feelings Mattheo Riddle x f!OC 🌸

Carnal chapter 2 - Mattheo Riddle and Daisy Waters spend their summer longing for each other and panicking about their strong feelings for each other Mattheo Riddle x f!OC Daisy Waters ����🌶

Carnal chapter 3 - Sparks fly between Mattheo Riddle and Daisy Waters when they reunite aboard the Hogwarts Express Mattheo Riddle x f!OC Daisy Waters 🌸

Carnal chapter 4 - Mattheo Riddle can’t stop thinking about Daisy Waters, the pair admit their longing for each other, and Daisy gives him an assignment Mattheo Riddle x f!OC Daisy Waters 🌸🌶️

Carnal chapter 5 - Daisy takes Mattheo to her home in Hogsmeade and shares a secret part of herself with him Mattheo Riddle x f!OC Daisy Waters 🌸🌶️❤️‍🩹

Carnal chapter 6 - The sexual tension between Mattheo and Daisy reaches a breaking point as they grow closer to each other. 🌸🌶️

Carnal chapter 7 - Daisy has a surprise for Mattheo, but will Daisy's ex ruin the night?

Mattheo and f!OC mood boards: Character boards Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Criminal Minds :

Oneshots: Starving - Your boss, Aaron Hotchner, calls you into his office for an unexpected reason Aaron Hotchner x f!bau!reader 🌶️

Headcannons: Hotch loves to buy his lover fancy lingerie

[euphorisun]

MC: Hey Sebastian...

Sebastian: Yes?...

MC: Do you reckon we can fit three people in a broom?

Ominis: Absolutely not—

I had to draw my fave trio 🫶🏻 my dearest ‼️

[paperback-parchment]

Dating Ominis Gaunt!

These are my head cannons for dating Ominis!! there's a few so I really hope you enjoy!!

(There is NSFW in here, there's a warning before it if you don't want to read it!! 🔞)

Head cannons (SFW!!)

- He's quite cold at first, not his fault because he's never been in a relationship like this before

- He slowly warms up to you, progressing gently from holding pinkies, to holding hands, to finally letting you cling to his arm around the halls.

- He gets embarrassed very easily, you like to tease him for this fact a lot. not in a mean way.

- His favourite pet name for you is Sweetheart.

- He enjoys you guiding him around Hogwarts (he would never admit it though)

- He was jealous of you and Sebastian at first, you were never together he just assumed you were and was really upset

- He thinks that you're around him sometimes when you're not because your perfume lingers around him

- He can bake, really well and he enjoys your reactions to his baking, it makes him happy

- He enjoys nighttime strolls around the castle grounds, for the cold breeze, and the fact that you snuggle into him when you're too cold

- He shares his clothes with you, most times if you're not in your uniform you are wearing one of his jumpers!

(scroll for NSFW!)

Head cannons (NSFW!! 🔞)

- He likes sneaking around the castle, doing things where they shouldn't be done. His favourite place is the potions room, just to send it home that he hates that class so much

- He loves you being dominant, as much as he wouldn't admit it, he loves it when you push him around.

- His favourite position is Cowgirl, just so he can feel you as you ride him, imagining your body to the best of his ability

- He really enjoys having sex while Sebastian is asleep in the room, he likes the risk of waking him up

[greenbean43]

Sebastian Sallow in Azkaban 🥲

Im sorry guys its my first time drawing Sebastian and Im already drawing him suffering, forgive me😞

Its just that if he were sent to azkaban his lore would be so awesome (in a sad way)

And even though i didn't turn him in on the game i feel like Amelia and Ominis would have, because they were kids who didn't know any better and they were all FREAKING TRAUMATIZED with this situation

[tempting-andromeda]

How would they ask Mc to the Yule ball

Sebastian

He wanted to give Mc a big proposal but he just blurted it out

He gets jealous is anyone mentions the Yule ball to Mc because he’s worried someone would try to woo them

He’s really embarrassed that he can’t personally buy their Yule ball stuff like suit or dress but makes up for it

He tries his best to be the best dance partner but he doesn’t understand the ones where people switch partners

Nonetheless he’s a decent dance partner

Great at mingling and showing Mc off being like “look at my stunning partner. Give ‘em a twirl, darling.”

He’s the best hype man if Mc is the slightly bit insecure he’s on his knees complimenting them

Ominis

He took the Yule ball proposal too seriously and got on his knee in the castle gardens to ask Mc

Mc was genuinely convinced he was proposing marriage until he said Yule ball

He’s one of the best dancers considering the fact that he can’t see.

He’s super casual when it comes to talking to other people but he kinda wants to be alone with Mc so he’ll like whisper in MCs ear and make up something.

Like “I believe I’m starting to get a migraine. Mind sitting outside with me?”

His plan was to dance alone with Mc outside.

He likes feeling the cloth of MCs outfit

Garreth

His proposal is loud and purely from panic

He accidentally convinced himself that he was going with Mc even though they hadn’t even talked about it

And someone was talking about asking Mc and he’s like “no I already asked them?” And then he realizes he didn’t and he needs to fast

So he runs to the great hall and just yells out into the crowd if they’ll go with him.

He’s a wild dancer. He doesn’t dance proper and he’s flinging Mc all around but it’s fun and somehow charming.

He insists on grabbing them drinks and if he has to leave MCs side he’s making intense eye contact the whole time

[legacyshenanigans]

Sebastian: Lads, its cheeky Tuesday at The Three Broomsticks, drinks half price, let's go.

Leander: Hell yeah!

Ominis: I suppose I'll join, to keep you all from making fools of yourselves..

Amit: Ominis, no offence but when we go out drinking its YOU who usually gets the most drunk..

Ominis: Quiet Amit.

Everett: Oof, I have a quidditch game tomorrow..But screw it, I'll come too.

Garreth: I'm not the the mood for drinking tonight.

Sebastian: The foods half price too.

Garreth: *grabs his coat and slips on his shoes* Say no more.

~

[theealbatross]

the love island theme song plays in the background every time seb and mc manages to convince ominis to go along with their shenanigans

[atypicalamortentia]

Virgin Headcannons

Synopsis - The boys virginity headcannons.

Warnings - NSFW.

Notes - All characters are aged 18+!

Word Count - 2k.

[Caffeinate Me]

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who masturbated to memories of you every night was surprised when you asked him if you were ever going to have sex. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who pressed his lips to yours and asked if now was a good time. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who was already rock hard at the thought of having sex with you for the first time grinded his clothed erection against your backside.  

: ̗̀➛  VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who dragged you back to the Slytherin dorm was eager to see what you looked like underneath those clothes. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who pulled you into the boys room without hesitation pushed you onto his bed before attacking your neck with his lips.  

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who was quick to undress you roamed his hands over your breasts with wide eyes. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who couldn’t help but take one of your pebbled nipples into his mouth as he pawed at your mounds. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who bites down at your nipple softly to elicit the most spectacular noise he had ever heard in his entire life.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who can’t wait another minute and is freeing his cock from their restraints. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who slicks the tip of his cock against your slick folds before gazing deep into your eyes making sure you’re ready. You nod, giving him the go-ahead.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who can’t help but thrust into your cunt desperately. Moans falling from his lips as he feels your pussy grip his cock like a vice. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who gives you a moment to adjust to his large length before he’s pounding into you. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who can’t think straight while he’s inside of you. He just wants to feel you cum all over his cock. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who’s hands make their way to your throat to squeeze lightly, making you see stars and forcing you to cum. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who’s eyes widen as he feels your cunt contracting around his cock. He was a goner the second he feels you spasming and his hips begin to stutter as he shot his load into you. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who is surprised at just how much he cums inside of you. : ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who was no longer a virgin because of you. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who led you to the Undercroft during a particularly heavy make-out session. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who’s breath catches in his throat when you take the initiative to put your hands down his trousers and begin to stroke his cock slowly. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who lets out a loud moan and throws his head back as you begin to jerk him off can’t help but feel nervous at the fact the two of you were actually doing this. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who moans your name quietly, wraps his fingers in your hair to tell you to keep going as he thrusts his hips against your hand. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who feels his balls tighten as he’s close to cumming, stutters away from your hand before explaining that he wants to finish inside of you.   

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who wishes he could see so he could admire every inch of you as you undress. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who lets his hands be his eyes once you’re fully naked, trailing his hands all over your body, cupping your breasts and squeezing them lightly, letting his fingers trail over your puckering nipples. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who groans when he feels your skin on his and desperately tugs off his cloak and shirt. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who can’t wait to be inside of you feels his cock twitching as you push him down onto the sofa you had transfigured a few weeks prior. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who drags his cock up your folds desperate for some friction, accidentally pushes the tip into your entrance. You let out a soft gasp at the intrusion and throw your head back. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who lets you take control, feeling almost euphoric as you slowly lower yourself onto his cock. You bounce up and down on him almost immediately, begging for more already. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who can’t help the moans that tumble from his lips as he feels you bouncing on him slowly. You move your hips perfectly, just right that has him seeing stars in his mind. Merlin, he wishes he could see you now. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who grasps your hips tightly as he cums deep inside of you with staggering hips and a viscous scream of your name.  : ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who was no longer a virgin because of you.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who pulls you into a broom closet on the way to potions class because he misses you. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who places sloppy, needy kisses on your lips as he whispers about how much he’s been craving your lips on his for the last few hours. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who feels himself starting to get erect as your hands wrap around his neck and play with the little curls at the base of his neck.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who can’t help but think about where this could be going as you slowly peel off his cloak, jumper and shirt.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who becomes flustered as you look up at him with a mischievous grin. A bright pink blush dancing across his cheeks as your hands trail down his chest to the waistband of his trousers. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who finds himself moaning already before you’ve even wrapped your hand around the base of his cock. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who stares into your eyes as you slowly put your hand down his boxers and palm at his thick length. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who bites his bottom lip in an attempt to be quiet, so that passers by the broom closet don’t hear his pathetic whimpering. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who brings his hand up to his mouth to bite at his finger once he realises that biting his bottom lip isn’t stopping his moans. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who is already begging for you. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who wants to cry at how good you’re making him feel. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who can’t help the sheer amount of precum leaking from his cock from the way you’re jerking him off. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who begs for you to fuck him right then and there. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who is a whimpering mess when he’s finally seated inside of you. His hands grasp your hips forcefully as he slowly moves inside of you, building up his pace. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who finds it difficult to gain a rhythm, but once he gets there, it’s otherworldly.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who presses heated kisses against your throat as he fucks you from behind, his hands grasping desperately at your hips to keep himself grounded to you. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who cums inside of you the second he feels your cunt tense around him. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who turns your head to kiss you deeply as he thrusts his last remaining spend inside of you. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who was no longer a virgin because of you. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who invites you to The Three Broomsticks for a date. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who doesn’t even think about having sex with you on the date. He adores you so much and just wants to show you how much you truly mean to him.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who pays for everything and tells you that ‘you can get the next one’ even though he knows he won’t let that happen. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who is surprised when you kiss him forcefully as soon as you exit The Three Broomsticks, taking him down a secluded alleyway with a knowing smirk on your face.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who feels a bit of anxiety around having sex for the first time, especially in an alleyway. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who convinces you to come back to the Gryffindor Common Room with him. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who wants everything to be perfect for his first time. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who kisses you sweetly as he undresses you once you get back to the Gryffindor Common Room. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who pushes you down onto his bed slowly and climbs on top of you, trailing kisses down your now naked body until he reaches your sweet, spread out pussy. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who tests the waters with his tongue. Licking a slow stripe up your folds before making his way to your clit and gently nibbling on it with his teeth. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who presses a singular finger inside your entrance as he slurps at your clit. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who finger fucks you slowly in an attempt to make you come undone on his tongue before he fucks you with his cock. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who, once you cum, uses his thick, heavy cock to wipe up your juices. Using your cum as lube, he slowly thrusts himself into you. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who can’t stop moaning your name like a prayer as your cunt sucks him in greedily. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who wants this to be a slow and sensual experience, cups your body in his hands as he moves inside of you with ease. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who bites down on your neck softly to mark you as his whispers sweet nothings and praises of how good you feel wrapped around him into your ear.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who cums prematurely inside your cunt because of how good you feel wrapped around him. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who is so embarrassed that he can’t even look you in the eye as you give him soft kisses and whisper words of a soothing nature.  : ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who was no longer a virgin because of you.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who struggles to tell you how he’s feeling when he gets turned on for the first time.��

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who cries out when you grind against his clothed erection in the empty classroom. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who is worried about getting caught that he locks the door with a wave of his wand. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who watches you with wide eyes as you get yourself off on his thigh. He watches the way your hips ride expertly against his leg and groans in pleasure. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who shakily moves his hand to take off your skirt. You shuffle out of it before pressing your lips against his hungrily.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who swallows your moans gladly as you remove your panties, exposing your pretty pussy to him. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who can’t help but whimper at the sight, his heart beating quickly as you take off his trousers and boxers slowly, almost teasingly. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who asks if you’re sure this is something you wanted to do. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who is caught off guard when you lower yourself down onto his cock in response

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who grasps your hips tightly as he can, bruising you slightly in the process. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who bites down on your bottom lip playfully as you skilfully move your hips against his. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who helps you move your body against his straining clothed cock.  

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who is panting like a dog as you pull down his trousers and underwear, looking at the string of precum oozing from his tip.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who was surprised when you licked his tip playfully, licking his pre from his cock.  

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who falls against the desk, gripping the sides tightly as you suck him off slowly. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who begs for your pussy to be around his cock, not caring about how pathetic he sounded. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who moaned loudly when you sunk down onto his cock and grasped the desk harder.  

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who bit his bottom lip and begged for you to start moving your hips. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who widened his eyes when you finally rolled your hips against his, his mouth falling open without a sound leaving his lips. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who let you dominate him straight from the beginning. He wanted you to take what you needed from him. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who bucked his hips up against your greedily, wanting more from you.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who pulls out of your cunt before pushing you down onto your knees, jacking himself off and cumming over your face.  : ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who was no longer a virgin because of you. 

[spaceyaceface]

Sebastian loves like a wildfire.

It only takes a spark, and he's ignited---hungry and desperate, unwavering and uncontrollable. He doesn't care what crosses his path as he loves; he will destroy it. Approaching his flames is a risk, one that is all too worth the burns. It takes fuel to love so recklessly, and you and him will give and give and give until there is nothing left to consume.

Ominis loves like a river.

What starts as a gentle trickle turns into an unstoppable current. The flow, steady and consistent, is his quiet strength. There are times of near stillness, those moments when all seems settled, but the rapids are always waiting around the bend. He is a force---one that takes time, but will cut down mountains.

[underthenightskydreamsneverdie]

HLC react to MC bringing them to a sex shop to find new toys/lingerie???

OMG I love this! I'm gonna have so much fun with this

HLC react to MC bringing them to a sex shop to find new toys and lingerie

Warnings: 18+ topics, the gang is 20+ years old btw, everybody is thirsty, Leander slander

Sebastian Sallow - His jaw is practically on the ground as you approach the shop entrance and he realizes what all the X's above the door mean. He's giggling like a schoolgirl as you drag him to the lingerie section, his head on a swivel trying to take everything in. "MC, babygirl, are we here for something in particular or should we just buy one of everything?" He's winking at you so much you almost wonder if he's having a stroke and there is an undeniable tent in his pants the entire time. As you leave you tell him you’re shocked he didn’t try anything in the dressing room. He admits it was a missed opportunity and will definitely do it next time, part of him wanting to demand you go back so he can correct this unthinkable situation. 

Garreth Weasley - He’s shocked at the selection they have, and he follows you around as you try to look for a spicy new outfit. He plays with the thongs displayed on a table, twirling them around his fingers, accidentally sending one flying as he tugs on the straps. He’s much more behaved as you browse the toys, until he sees the jeweled butt plugs. He eagerly digs his hands into the bin looking for one with a red, heart shaped rhinestone, spinning around to face you when he finds one, his brows raised and a wicked grin on his face. “Oh you are so getting this, baby!”

Poppy Sweeting - She’s not quite sure why you brought her here. She feels very uncomfortable, but can’t help looking at the shelves as you slowly wander the aisles. When you make it to the dildo/strapon aisle you notice her falling behind as you keep moving, her shoes squeaking as she stops in her tracks in front of a mannequin wearing a strapon harness with a huge dildo, biting her lip. She eagerly grabs the packages off the shelf and you step close, peering over her shoulder. “Who exactly is that for?” you ask with a small chuckle. “You or me?” She spins around, taking you off guard, gently pushing you up against the opposite shelf. “ME.” Her lips crash onto yours, and you stand there making out as she rubs herself on your thigh. 

Imelda Reyes - She is the one insisting you visit the shop. Once she gets inside her cheeks flush at the lingerie displays, desperately biting her tongue to keep from begging you to get some. While you browse the toy selection she complains at every one you pick up, insisting she could do a better job of pleasing you than “a cheap, mass produced toy ever could, MC!” You convince her to try a clitoral suction toy and a few hours later she’s screaming too much to eat her words as she has her fourth orgasm from the toy, squirting all over your face. 

Natty Onai - She’s the most eager of everyone, running around the store picking up toys left and right, almost shouting “We’re trying this, MC, I’m not letting you say no.” She’s asking the teenage clerk for advice and info, making you want to hide your face. When she finally makes it to the lingerie section it gets worse. She’s picking out things for both of you, pouting when you say you don’t like the style or color. It takes her three armfulls to unload the cart and the final cost is outrageous. 

Leander Prewett -  He turns into a cocky bastard when you step into the store. “Oh these are great, MC, we should try them.” You roll your eyes at him, knowing full well he has NO experience with the cockring he’s holding. He gets upset when you pick up a dildo that’s larger than him, insisting “bigger isn’t always better”. When you make it to the lingerie he clams up, running his fingers over a lace teddy as if it’s an everyday object he couldn’t care less about. “Whatever you want, MC, you’ll look spectacular in any of it.” Constantly shifting around and adjusting his pants. 

Amit Thakkar - Is so overwhelmed he has to wait outside. You’re about to check out when the door to the shop flys open and he charges inside. “Okay, I’ll give you ten minutes to show me things before I leave again, MC.” He steps close, whispering in your ear. “I’m only doing this because I love you…and I can’t stop thinking about you wearing the blue lingerie set that caught my eye before I ran out earlier.” 

Ominis Gaunt - Blushes so hard you’re worried he’s going to pass out as you explain what all the toys do. When you get to the bondage gear his demeanor changes. He insists on holding the leather cuffs and whips as you describe them. He asks you to describe certain items in more detail when you awkwardly trail off, getting excited by his interest. He teasingly asks if you’d like him to use any of it on you, and calls you a naughty girl when you stutter out a soft “yes”.  When it comes time to pick out lingerie you know he likes the feel of lace and silk, and pick out a few outfits that leave you modestly covered. He hums his approval of them, wishing he could feel them on your body instead of on a hanger. Once you’ve paid he rushes you out of the store, desperate to try out your new purchases.

[writingsoftarnishedsilver]

The Scriptorium | Sebastian x OC #1

Summary: Sebastian casts Crucio on Evangeline to unlock the cursed door, the trio returns to the Undercroft.

Words: 5,872

Tags: Dark Magic, Hurt/Comfort, Severe Pain, Fix-it, Unforgivable Curses, Death, Emotional, Canon Divergent, Implied Child Abuse

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The three of them stared at the massive, ominous door, its carvings twisted and cruel, figures locked in contorted agony. Shadows flickered across the stone as their wands illuminated the twisted, desperate faces carved into the surface. It was a macabre masterpiece, each figure etched in a state of frozen pain. Evangeline’s eyes lingered on a particular engraving—a witch, mouth open in a silent scream, her hands clawing at the air as if reaching out for salvation that would never come.

At the bottom of the door lay a pile of bones, scattered and dusty. The sight was as grotesque as it was tragic—what looked like a human hand lay splayed at the forefront, its bony fingers outstretched, frozen in a final grasp for freedom that had never come.

Evangeline swallowed hard, the bile rising in her throat. “Are… are those human?”

Ominis’s face paled, his hand tightening around his wand as he took a small, unsteady step back. “It looks that way,” he said, his voice faint. “Someone—whoever tried to enter here before us—they… they died trying.”

Sebastian’s gaze was fixed on the bones, his expression unreadable, but his hand clenched into a tight fist at his side. “Ominis," he murmured, "Didn't your Aunt Noctua come looking for this place and never return?"

A deep, terrible understanding settled over them, sinking in like icy claws. Evangeline could barely breathe, her heart pounding as the pieces began to fit together. Noctua Gaunt, Ominis’s aunt, had ventured into this darkness, full of conviction and courage, only to be trapped here by the demands of this door.

“Ominis,” she whispered, her voice thick with sympathy, but also with dread. “If… if this is her…” She gestured to the skeletal remains, the final, haunting testament to Noctua’s last moments.

Sebastian let out a slow, unsteady breath. "What does it mean?" he asked quietly, "Why couldn't she get past this door?"

Ominis swallowed hard, his knuckles white as he gripped his wand, his eyes locked on the bones. "I don't know. She was brilliant, far more clever than I could ever be. If this is her, then..." He trailed off, his breath catching.

Evangeline’s throat tightened, her mind racing with a hundred impossible thoughts. If Noctua had come looking for knowledge, what had she found here that had left her with no way out? And more terrifying still, why hadn't she been able to escape the same fate that was now closing in on them?

Evangeline scanned the door again, and she found herself fixated on the twisted faces. The engravings of people in pain, struggling, their expressions so vivid they seemed alive despite the stone. Each one screamed in frozen agony.

“The door, it must be a clue.” She reasoned, swallowing hard.

Sebastian reached out, brushing his fingers over one of the engravings—a figure hunched in pain, mouth open in a silent scream. “Their faces,” he murmured, his voice haunted. “It’s like they’re… suffering. They’re all suffering.” His gaze turned back to Ominis, who was breathing shallowly, horror carved into his expression.

Ominis’s face was ashen as he took in the sight, the implications of the door’s twisted artistry sinking in. His hand trembled as he gripped his wand, and Evangeline saw the depth of his terror mirrored in his wide, unseeing eyes.

“It’s more than suffering,” he whispered, his voice a thin, trembling line that seemed to echo through the dark chamber. “These faces… they’re in agony. It’s the kind of pain that can only come from…” His voice faltered, as if the mere thought of the curse was enough to draw bile into his throat. “From Crucio.”

Sebastian’s eyes widened, a flicker of understanding dawning, and a shadow of dread passed over his face as he looked back at the door. The figures in stone weren’t just decorative—they were warnings, silent witnesses to the torment required to pass through. A terrible realization was unfolding between them, each clue leading them closer to the truth of what Noctua had faced in her final moments.

“If that’s true…” Evangeline began, voice barely more than a whisper. “And Noctua was alone...” The horror of it seemed to twist around her heart, tightening with each word.

Ominis turned to face her, his expression filled with a despair that cut to the core. “She would have been trapped. Left with no one to cast the curse on. No one to cast it upon her.” His voice dropped to a ragged whisper, his hand pressing to his chest as if to stop his heart from shattering. “She must have realized, at some point, that there was no way out.”

The thought of Noctua's final days hung in the air like a dark cloud, suffocating them with the weight of what she must have endured. Evangeline’s mind spiraled, imagining the relentless dread that must have filled those final hours, or days, or however long Noctua had been trapped here—alone, with no hope of escape.

Ominis’s face had turned a shade paler, his grip on his wand tightening to the point that his knuckles were white. His breathing was quick and shallow, his gaze locked on the bones scattered at the foot of the door. He seemed frozen, rooted to the spot as if bound by some invisible force.

Sebastian noticed it first, his eyes flickering with concern. “Ominis?” he asked quietly, but there was no response. Ominis’s mouth moved as though he wanted to speak, but no sound came out. His face had twisted into something unreadable—a mixture of horror, anger, and an emotion that Evangeline couldn’t quite name. He seemed lost, stuck in some inner turmoil that Evangeline didn’t understand. She watched him closely, noticing the way his entire body trembled with barely contained tension.

“No…” Ominis whispered, so softly she almost didn’t hear it. His voice broke through the silence, thin and quivering. “No, this isn’t right. This isn’t… This is wrong. It’s barbaric.” He took a staggering step back, his breath coming in ragged gasps, “My family—this place—it’s all… monstrous.”

Evangeline’s stomach twisted as she watched his panic build, helpless to understand what was driving it. She reached out instinctively, placing a gentle hand on his arm. “Ominis, it’s okay—”

But he jerked away, the raw terror in his eyes cutting through her attempt to soothe him. “You don’t understand!” His voice was taut, laced with a deep-seated anguish, “I know what Crucio does. I know what it feels like—what it does to people.” His voice broke, and he gritted his teeth, forcing himself to continue even as his hands shook uncontrollably. “It isn’t just pain. It’s… it’s a kind of suffering that leaves nothing behind. Nothing.”

Evangeline felt a chill race down her spine as she realized the depth of his trauma. Ominis had always carried himself with a quiet strength, a stoic demeanor that hid the horrors he’d endured, but now she could see the scars, raw and festering beneath the surface.

She reached out, hesitantly, her hand hovering near his arm. “Ominis…” she began gently, feeling the sharp edge of his pain but unsure how to bridge the chasm she sensed between them. “I didn’t realize…”

He took a step back from her touch, shaking his head as if to clear away the memories. “Of course, you didn’t realize,” he snapped, then immediately looked stricken, as though regretting his words. “Sorry, I…” His hand flew up to press against his chest, his breathing growing more ragged with each passing second. “It’s just… Crucio—it’s not something any of us should ever have to endure, let alone…” His voice trailed off, and he swallowed hard, unable to complete the thought.

Sebastian watched him with a mixture of sympathy and impatience, torn between wanting to help his friend and the growing urgency of their situation. “Ominis, I get that this is… horrible,” he said slowly, choosing his words carefully, “but if we don’t do something, we’ll end up just like Noctua. We can’t let that happen.”

Ominis’s eyes flared with anger, his voice trembling with a fury that surprised even himself. “You think I don’t know that, Sebastian?” he spat, his voice breaking. “But you have no idea what this curse is really like! And you can’t just… just cast it like some normal spell.” His voice softened, turning almost pleading.

The room seemed to close in around them, each word heightening the weight of the decision that loomed over them. Evangeline felt torn, watching Ominis unravel before her, his pain raw and exposed. Meanwhile, Sebastian paced the small distance between them and the door, his face a storm of determination and frustration, tension rolling off him in waves.

They didn’t understand—no one seemed to understand—how close he felt to a solution, how desperately he needed whatever knowledge lay beyond this door. This wasn’t just about unlocking some ancient mystery. This was about Anne, about curing her, saving her from the curse that had been slowly draining her life away.

“Ominis,” Sebastian said, his voice tight, fighting to keep his impatience in check, “I get that you’re scared—believe me, I do. But if we don't cast the spell, we'll die in here. And the cure to save Anne will stay locked behind that door." Sebastian clenched his fists, trying to bite back his frustration. “If there’s even the smallest chance that something in here could help her, then I’m willing to take that risk.” he insisted, his voice rising despite himself. “And besides, we can't just do nothing. There's no other way out. And we both know you can cast the curse."

As he spoke, there was a flicker of something darker in his eyes, a glint of determination that bordered on obsession. Evangeline saw it, and it sent a chill down her spine. She had seen Sebastian’s unwavering drive before, but never like this—never with such a single-minded focus that everything else seemed to fade away.

Ominis’s gaze was fixed on Sebastian, a pained resignation in his expression. “You’re asking me to be a part of something that… that nearly broke me,” he said, voice shaking. “My family treated this curse as if it were a rite of passage—as if enduring agony was something to take pride in. You have no idea what you’re asking me to do, Sebastian! You’re talking about torture. Not just suffering—torture.”

The words rang through the air, each one a cold, sharp reminder of the grim reality they faced. Sebastian stopped pacing, his mouth set in a hard line, but there was a hint of hesitation in his gaze. For a moment, the conviction in his eyes flickered, as if he were wrestling with the weight of Ominis’s words. But then he looked back at the door, at the twisted figures screaming in silent agony, and the desperation returned, stubborn and unyielding.

“Fine,” Sebastian muttered, his voice edged with frustration and a simmering desperation that seemed to hang heavy in the stale, dark air. He turned to Evangeline, his gaze hardening, determination tempered with a flicker of something that looked like remorse—or perhaps guilt.

“Evie,” he began, voice low, and she felt her heart clench at the way he looked at her, as if weighing her very soul against the demands of the curse. “I know it’s unthinkable. But if this is what it takes—if this is the only way…” His voice broke slightly, the words catching in his throat. "I think I can cast the curse," he continued, "or I can try to teach it to you, and you can cast it upon me."

Evangeline’s heart pounded at Sebastian’s words, each syllable sinking into her with an unsettling weight. The idea of casting Crucio herself—of inflicting that kind of pain on anyone, let alone Sebastian—was almost unthinkable.

Her voice was a soft tremor as she spoke. “You… you really think I could do that to you?” She swallowed, feeling the weight of her own words, and glanced down, unable to bear the intensity in his gaze. “Sebastian, I don’t even know if I could bring myself to try.”

He took a step closer, his face softened, torn, his eyes pleading. “Evie, I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t think you were strong enough. It's up to us, and if that means you casting the curse upon me, then so be it.” He tried to keep his tone steady, but she could hear the uncertainty, the flicker of fear that even he couldn’t hide.

Ominis was watching the exchange with a look of deep anguish, his eyes shadowed, lips pressed into a thin line. “Do you hear yourself Sebastian?” he asked, his voice a strangled whisper. “We’re talking about torture—torture, for Merlin’s sake.” He swallowed hard, his face ashen. “This isn’t some heroic act. It’s dark magic. You can’t just… teach it like it’s any other spell. The very intent behind it, the malice—”

Sebastian looked at him, the determination in his gaze unwavering. “I know what it is, Ominis,” he interrupted, his voice low and unyielding. “But I also know that this is the only way to get out of here. If we hesitate, if we let fear stop us, we could end up like…” He trailed off, glancing back at the bones scattered at the base of the door. “Like her.”

The words hung between them, a grim reminder of the fate that awaited if they failed. Evangeline felt her stomach twist, her mind reeling with the impossible choice before them. She knew that his desperation for Anne’s sake clouded his judgment, driving him toward darkness that he might one day regret. And yet, she also felt his belief in her, his trust that she could carry this burden with him.

Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to meet his gaze, her voice steady but tinged with sadness. “I can't cast it upon you, Sebastian. You'll have to cast it upon me."

A flicker of something—shock, pain, maybe even relief—flashed in Sebastian’s eyes as he processed her words. He opened his mouth to protest, but Evangeline raised a hand, silencing him. Her heart pounded as she tried to steady herself, knowing what this meant, knowing what she was about to endure. She felt her stomach twist with fear, but her resolve didn’t waver. If they were going to survive this, someone had to bear the curse, and she wouldn’t let it be him.

Ominis’s voice cut through the silence, low and laced with desperation. “Evangeline, you don’t have to do this. You have no idea what you’re agreeing to. Crucio… it’s not just pain. It breaks something inside you.” His voice cracked, his gaze pleading. “Please, don’t let him do this to you.”

She turned to Ominis, offering him a sad smile. “I know what it means. But this is the only way, and I'm not going to let us die in here."

Sebastian swallowed hard, his hand tightening around his wand. He could feel his resolve faltering under the weight of her trust, the thought of inflicting that kind of agony on someone he cared about, someone he loved, making him feel ill. But he knew she was right.

“I’ll make it quick, Evie,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “As quick as I can. And I’ll end it as soon as the door opens, I swear.” His words hung in the air, fragile promises that did little to lessen the horror of what was about to happen. "I shan't forget this."

Evangeline took a steadying breath, her eyes locking onto his. “I trust you,” she whispered.

Ominis turned his face away, his jaw clenched as he tried to hold back his emotions. The thought of his friend enduring that kind of pain, of Sebastian casting a curse that had nearly shattered his own spirit—it was too much. He pressed a hand to his chest, feeling his heart race, a scream trapped in his throat as he forced himself to stay silent.

Sebastian’s hand shook as he pointed his wand at Evie, his heart pounding painfully. Every instinct screamed at him to stop, to find another way, but they had no other options. His mouth was dry, his voice barely a whisper as he forced himself to speak the terrible word.

“Crucio.”

The curse hit her with a force that sent Evangeline crashing to her knees, a scream ripping from her throat as waves of unrelenting agony tore through her. It was as if her entire body had been set on fire, every nerve lit up in blinding, excruciating pain that had her gasping, writhing, as her mind shattered under the intensity of it. She felt as though she were being torn apart from the inside, the pain consuming everything until there was nothing left but suffering.

Ominis’s hands flew up to cover his ears, his face contorted in anguish as her screams echoed through the chamber. He squeezed his eyes shut, his chest heaving as he tried to block out the sound, but it was no use. The raw agony in her voice cut through him like a knife, each scream a reminder of the darkness that had poisoned his family and now tainted his friends.

Sebastian watched in horror, his hand clenched so tightly around his wand that his knuckles turned white. He wanted to stop, to end her suffering, but he forced himself to wait, praying that the door would open so he could end this nightmare.

Finally, with a slow, agonizing creak, the door swung on its hinges, and Sebastian dropped his wand immediately, his heart pounding in his chest, each beat heavy with guilt and horror. The sight of Evangeline crumpled on the floor, gasping and trembling, her tear-streaked face pale and stricken, left him paralyzed. Her eyes were unfocused, staring blankly as though the pain had hollowed her out, leaving only a fragile shell behind. He wanted to move, to rush to her side, but the weight of what he’d just done held him in place, his mind reeling.

Ominis was already at her side, his own face etched with grief as he knelt beside her. He reached out, his hands gentle yet urgent as he tried to rouse her, whispering her name with a voice heavy with anguish. “Evangeline… Evangeline, can you hear me?”

The sound of Ominis’s desperate voice broke through the fog in Sebastian’s mind, and he snapped back to the present, his paralysis giving way to a surge of panic. He stumbled forward, dropping to his knees beside her, his hands shaking as he reached out but hesitated, afraid that any touch might only add to her pain.

“Evie,” he whispered, his voice raw. “Please… I’m so sorry. I… I didn’t want…” His words faltered, choked by the guilt that clenched around his throat, his eyes wide and haunted as he looked at her.

Evangeline’s breaths came in shallow gasps, her gaze unfocused, as though she were somewhere far beyond their reach. Her skin was ashen, her lips parted in a silent, shuddering exhale. She looked almost catatonic, her body limp, her limbs heavy as though drained of all life.

“Evangeline…” Ominis’s voice cracked, and he took her hand in his, his grip gentle but firm, grounding her as best as he could. He swallowed, his own face pale with grief and anger, though he forced himself to focus on her, to be a source of comfort despite the storm raging inside him. “You’re safe now,” he murmured, his tone soft, barely holding back the tremor in his voice. “It’s over. You’re safe.”

Slowly, her gaze drifted to him, her eyes unfocused, as if it took all her remaining strength just to look at him. A faint glimmer of recognition passed over her face, but it was fleeting, quickly overshadowed by exhaustion, her body shuddering as though caught between the lingering echoes of pain and the dawning realization that it was finally over.

Sebastian’s face twisted in anguish as he watched her, the weight of his actions pressing down on him like a vice. He wanted to apologize a hundred times over, do anything to make it right, but he knew nothing could undo the suffering he had inflicted. His hand hovered near hers, hesitant, afraid she might recoil from him. “Evie… I…” His voice cracked, his throat tight as he fought to hold back his own tears. “I’m so sorry. I'm so, so sorry.”

“Sebastian,” Ominis hissed, his voice low and filled with barely restrained fury. “We need to get her out of here. Now."

Sebastian blinked, momentarily stunned by Ominis’s tone, but then he nodded, leaning down to help lift her, his guilt overwhelming as he saw how she struggled to keep her eyes open, her body limp and unresponsive. Together, they managed to get her upright, supporting her as they moved through the now open doorway.

As they crossed the threshold, the dim, shadowed chamber of the Scriptorium stretched out before them, its shelves lined with old, forbidden texts, tomes filled with ancient spells and dark knowledge that practically called Sebastian's name. His gaze drifted, almost involuntarily, to the artifacts and scrolls scattered across the room, his heart beating faster as he realized the power that lay within reach.

“This is it,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, awe breaking through the fog of guilt and horror that had settled over him. “The knowledge that could save her… It’s all here.”

Ominis’s head whipped around, and the anger that had been simmering within him ignited, his face twisting with disbelief and rage. “Are you serious, Sebastian?” he spat, voice low and venomous. “Evangeline is practically unconscious and you’re already distracted by—by books?”

Sebastian’s face flushed, and he tore his gaze away from the shelves, shame flooding back as he looked down at Evangeline, whose head was lolling to the side, her breaths shallow. “Ominis, I… I’m not trying to ignore her. It’s just… this is why we came here. For something that could help Anne. Just... just one second."

He forced himself to move quickly. He crossed the room in a few strides, reaching the pedestal and grabbing at the books with trembling hands. The covers were worn and dark, engraved with symbols he didn’t recognize, but he barely took time to study them. In a swift movement, he tucked a few under his arm and rushed back, his gaze finally returning to Evangeline.

Ominis’s eyes burned with anger, but he swallowed it down as he supported Evangeline with one arm. “Those damn books had better be worth this, Sebastian,” he said quietly, his voice heavy with the weight of his trust, or what little of it remained. “Because if anything happens to her because of this…” He let the threat hang in the air, his words cold and cutting.

Sebastian looked away, guilt gnawing at him, but he didn’t protest. He knew he had no right to. Carefully, he positioned himself on Evangeline’s other side, wrapping an arm around her waist to support her as they lifted her up. Her head rolled, her breaths still shallow, her body limp between them.

Together, they moved out of the Scriptorium and into the passageway, each step weighed down by a silence thick with unspoken anger and fear. The darkness of the corridor pressed in around them, amplifying the hollow ache that lingered after the curse’s toll. Sebastian’s mind was a storm of conflicting emotions—relief, guilt, shame—each fighting for dominance as they finally approached the Undercroft.

Ominis’s glare never softened, his fury a constant reminder of the choice Sebastian had made, of the darkness he’d dragged them both into. When they reached the safety of the Undercroft, they gently lowered Evangeline onto one of the couches.

Ominis rounded on Sebastian, his face pale with fury. “Do you even realize what you’ve done? Do you care? All for some books,” he spat, pointing accusingly at the ancient tomes still clutched in Sebastian’s hands.

Sebastian looked down at the faded leather, a hollow emptiness filling him. He wanted to explain, to somehow make Ominis understand the desperation that had driven him to this point. But as he looked at Evangeline—her face pale and stained with tears, the faint tremors that still wracked her body—he found that the words died in his throat.

“I… I never meant for it to go this far,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I thought—I thought we’d be fine.”

Ominis’s face twisted in anger and pain, his voice trembling. “You thought? You thought? Well, look at her, Sebastian. Look at what your ‘thinking’ has done.” He shook his head, a bitter edge in his voice. “You had better hope to God that whatever’s in those books was worth the cost.”

Sebastian sat beside Evangeline’s still form on the couch, his hands trembling as he set the spellbooks aside, unable to bear the sight of them any longer. With a sigh, Ominis reluctantly left him alone with her, his eyes flashing with both anger and pity before went to fetch some restorative potions from their dorm. The emptiness in the Undercroft felt like a weight pressing down on Sebastian, each moment of silence amplifying the raw guilt clawing at his chest.

Beside him, Evangeline's breathing had steadied, but her body remained weak, the faint quivers from the curse still visible in the way her hands clenched into fists. She looked so fragile, so painfully vulnerable in a way he had never seen before. It tore at something deep within him, a fierce ache of regret that made him nauseous.

A shuddering breath escaped him, and he reached out, his fingers grazing her dark hair. Gently, he began to smooth it back from her face, his touch light and tender, as though he feared that even this small gesture might cause her pain. “Evie,” he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath, thick with emotion. “I’m so, so sorry…”

He swallowed hard, the words catching in his throat, and felt the burn of unshed tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. “I don’t know what came over me,” he continued, his voice breaking. “I should have… I should have put you first. I shouldn’t have been so focused on—” He paused, his gaze flickering to the spellbooks with a flash of anger and disgust. “On that cursed Scriptorium.”

He could feel a tear slip down his cheek as he looked at her, guilt and regret swirling together into something that felt almost unbearable. “I don’t know if you can hear me, but… I need you to know how sorry I am,” he whispered, his thumb gently stroking her hand.

Sebastian sat in silence, his thumb tracing gentle circles over her hand, trying to anchor himself to this small, quiet moment as the weight of his guilt settled deeper in his chest. Each minute that passed without a sign of her waking felt like an eternity, filled with quiet apologies he repeated to her over and over.

He was wondering where the hell Ominis was with those positions when Sebastian finally felt a faint shift in Evangeline's hand, and he looked up, hope flickering in his eyes as he watched her lashes flutter. Her breathing changed, becoming slightly more aware, more intentional. His heart leapt, and he instinctively tightened his grip on her hand, needing her to know he was there, that he hadn’t left her side.

Slowly, her eyes opened, the soft, familiar hazel of her gaze clouded and unfocused. She blinked, the movement slow and groggy, as though she were fighting through a fog of pain and exhaustion. But then, as her gaze settled on him, her face shifted, and he saw a flicker of something that struck him to the core.

She flinched, her body recoiling as though his mere presence were a threat. Her eyes, wide and filled with a mixture of fear and pain, locked onto him, her breaths coming faster as she shrank away, pressing herself into the corner of the couch. It was only for a moment, a brief instinctual reaction, but the look on her face—the guarded, raw pain in her eyes—cut through him like a blade.

“Evie…” he whispered, his voice cracking. He wanted to reach out, to reassure her, but he forced himself to stay still, terrified that any movement might make things worse.

After a moment, her gaze softened as recognition settled in, the terror fading, replaced by something gentler, more familiar. She took a shaky breath, her expression still dazed and pained but now mixed with a fragile warmth as she took in his presence.

But the damage was already done.

Sebastian’s heart shattered as he looked at her, realizing with brutal clarity what he had done. She hadn’t just endured the curse—she had endured him, her friend, casting it upon her.

Sebastian braced himself for whatever words she might say, whatever hurt or anger she might unleash on him. But instead, Evangeline surprised him. Her gaze softened, flickering with a hesitant warmth that seemed to grow with each passing second. Sebastian, for his part, could barely breathe, his heart lodged painfully in his throat as he watched her.

And then, slowly, she lifted her hand, reaching out toward him. He felt a surge of emotion swell within him as her fingers brushed his, tentative but real. She took his hand, her grip weak yet steady, her skin cool against his.

Before he could fully process her gesture, she shifted forward, pulling herself towards him with the last remnants of her strength and wrapping her arms around his back. Her embrace was fragile, but the way she held on spoke of a quiet resilience that left him breathless. She buried her face into his shoulder, her breaths coming in shallow, shuddering gasps, and he felt her fingers tighten on the back of his shirt, as though clinging to him with every ounce of strength she had remaining.

The tension in Sebastian’s shoulders melted as he closed his arms around her, his face pressed into her hair, his own hands trembling as he held her against him. For a moment, neither of them made a sound, maybe even breathed, the silence filled only by the faint sounds of the Undercroft around them.

Then, a quiet sob broke through, her body shaking with the release of everything she had been holding in. He felt her tears dampen his shoulder, each shudder of her body another stab of guilt that lanced through him. Her hands clutched him tightly, fingers digging into his shirt as though she feared letting go, as though he might vanish if she did.

Sebastian’s own tears fell freely now, his breaths coming in shallow, broken gasps as he held her closer, his hand stroking her hair as he whispered words of apology, of regret, over and over. “Evie… I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry…” His voice trembled, his words barely audible as he rocked her gently, as if he could soothe away the hurt he had inflicted.

She tightened her hold on him, her sobs muffled against his shoulder but growing stronger, the raw pain finally spilling out. It was as if everything—the terror, the suffering, the betrayal—was pouring out of her in that single embrace. She didn’t let go; if anything, she held on even harder, anchoring herself to him despite the rift that had formed between them. Her forgiveness was there, wrapped up in the way she clung to him, in the way her sobs gradually softened, though her fingers never loosened their grip.

Sebastian closed his eyes, pressing his cheek against her hair, feeling her warmth, her fragile presence, and vowing silently that he would never let her down again. He knew he could never truly make up for what he’d done, but in that moment, as he held her and whispered his quiet apologies into the silence, he swore he would never do anything to hurt her like that again.

They stayed like that for a long time, entwined in each other’s embrace, finding a fragile solace in the shared silence. And though the pain lingered, though the scars would remain, they held on, knowing that somehow, together, they could begin to heal.

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the gang and their social media of choice

the (not-so) thrilling sequel of this post

Sebastian: snapchat. because he’s a little shit.

Natty: twitter. so she can find funny memes and keep up with drama.

Poppy: tumblr user exclusively

Amit: reddit (but in a normal way)

Ominis: “doesn’t use social media” you have to email him.

Anne: pinterest :)

Garreth: ifunny

Everett: reddit (but in a weird way)

Leander: instagram. he’s just some guy, bro keeps it simple.

Imelda: twitter. so she can argue.

i didn’t include TikTok because i hate thinking about it and i don’t care enough to put it here lmao

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how the hl boys would react to their partner having curly hair

ominis, sebastian, and garreth x curlyhair!reader (might add more later)

inspired by a new hufflepuff mc with curly hair. this is also very self-indulgent because i have curly hair lmao. i tried to keep the points specific to curly hair and not just anyone with hair if you know what i mean. hope you enjoy!

ominis

he would 100% smell your hair every time he was near you. he loves the smells of coconut and mango or whatever was in your curl cream.

he wouldn't mind when it would get in his face while you were kissing. it ticked, but that just meant he could tuck it behind your ear, and he knew you liked that.

he would LOVE to detangle your hair after you washed it. in fact, he asks you if he can do it if he knows you doing it yourself.

he wished he could bottle the sounds of contempt coming from you as he gently brushed through your hair, giving you a scalp massage after.

he one time asked you to teach him to braid your hair. it was a learning curve for him, but he loved it.

he was apprehensive at first when you asked him to do a hair mask with you, but he's actually quite fond of them now. he loves how it makes his hair feel, but he mostly likes it because it's an excuse to be close to you.

i feel like he would also constantly be on the lookout for new ingredients that could be good for your hair. he would also go shopping in hogsmeade and look for things for you there, including anything for your hair.

overall, caring for curly hair was entirely new concept for him but he was 100% committed to learning, since he hoped his kids would have curly hair like you.

sebastian

oh how he loooooved playing with your hair

whether you were kissing, or just enjoying the other's company, his hands always found their way into your lush strands, twirling a ringlet in his fingers occasionally.

his favorite part though is how frizzy and adorable it looks after you guys fight a hoard of spiders or inferi or something

he would chuckle and say "you look like a kneazle, love"

"sebastian!" you'd try to smooth it down with your hands, but it didn't work of course

"don't worry, it's adorable"

anne would've already taught him to braid her hair, so he didn't hesitate to help braid yours when you asked him

he liked to add tiny little braids in your hair when you weren't paying attention and when you would find them later in the day you'd be like wtf

he loves your messy buns. its his second favorite look on you. the little coils that escape around your hairline *mwah* chefs kiss he loves them

whats his favorite look you may ask? down. 100%. he loves the way your curls bounce around your face when you turn your head or are walking. he can't help but stare, whether you're walking with him or just passing by.

he'd never admit it, but he didn't hate the fact that he would find your hair on his robes and seemingly everywhere else. every time he would find one, you would pop right back into his head as if you'd never left.

garreth

he wasn't the type to do hair care with you or for you, but he loved giving you scalp massages. this man would take his TIME.

if you had your hair up all day he would move his hands down to your neck and shoulders and massage there too.

even though he didn't know much about hair, he knew he liked watching you do yours. whether you were detangling it or styling it, he thought the face you made when you were concentrated was so fucking cute.

garreth likes it when you have your hair half-up "so he can see your pretty face".

if it started raining while the two of you were outside, he would instantly cover your hair. either with your hood or he would take his off to put on you.

if you were to get your hair done, either curled or straightened, he would obviously compliment you but he would secretly miss your natural curls. so. much.

he doesn't play with your hair as much as sebastian but when the two of you nap together, he lets you lay your head on his chest and he'll play with it to help you get to sleep faster.

when you're on a picnic date, he'll pick little flowers to stick in your hair. sometimes you don't find all of them straight away and a couple fall to the floor the next time you style your hair.

if you forget to wear your bonnet/ don't care to put one on he teases you about your bedhead the next morning. he honestly thinks it adorable though.

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