#percival/ominis

[ourunmei]

I finally drew more Ominis and Percy.

[redheadspark]

December Prompt Session (CLOSED)

Hello, my Lovelies, and Happy Holidays!

2024 is drawing to a close, what a crazy and insane year! I can't wait to see what 2025 will bring all of us, the good and the bad and the insane! I've been trying new hobbies, including Dungeons and Dragons (I blame Critical Role for that), but writing is still at the top of the hobby list! With Christmas approaching, I'll fly to Oregon to see my parents and siblings. This means I want to get my December Prompt Session done well before I fly out the week of Christmas.

So, with that, our Theme for December is :

Winter Fluff

Here are my rules:

1.) You may choose ONE character from my list Here. It’ll have the list of characters that I write for or have written for in the past.

*(If you have a character not listed that you wish for me to write, PLEASE MESSAGE ME AND CLEAR IT WITH ME FIRST TO SEE IF I CAN OR WILL DO IT!)*

2.) This session has only one list. As you ask, please be as ACCURATE AS POSSIBLE: include BOTH the character and request number you'd like me to write for you

Example: May I have Azriel from ACOTAR with #3?

*I write out the requests on a first come first serve. I will try my best to fulfill every request that comes my way, but please bear in mind I work full-time as a teacher. Because of that, I’ll be busy most of the day so please be patient and I’ll write in my spare time as much as I can :) *

3.) If I get two requests that are exactly the same, (same character and same number) I will only write it once! Please don't be afraid to ask if someone has already requested the character and number, I don't mind answering that for you :)

4.) You can request in my ASK box neither as yourself or anonymously. Although I would LOVE to give you a shout if you request as yourself, anon is perfectly fine!

5.) I will stop taking requests for this prompt session on Sunday, December 15th, at 3:00 PST

6) Have fun and enjoy :)

The Prompt list was created by @creativepromptsforwriting

freezing fingers

cold wind

bells ringing

snowball fights

afternoon tea

skating over frozen lakes

lights in every window

breath looking like clouds

sounds dampened by the snow

wiggling cold toes

watching romantic movies

singing and cheers

fuzzy socks and slippers

matching pyjamas

late sunrises

early sunsets

sending presents

drinking hot cocoa in small cafés

finding small spaces of calm and comfort

watching the firework

Once again, I will close this prompt session on Sunday, December 15th at 3:00 PST

Thank you and happy requesting!

Tagging -@a-lumos-in-the-nox@botanicalbarnes@heliosphere8@virtueassassin@ethereal-athalia@heartofwritiing@valeridarkness@pemberlyy@saradika @basicrese

[blackcatenergy247]

I did some HC’s For Hogwart’s Legacy Characters! Since I became obsessed with this game. ❤️

Tbh most of the professors just give off AroAce vibes.

Sebastian Sallow is Bisexual

Anne Sallow is Omnisexual & Asexual

Ominis Gaunt is Pansexual

Garrett Weasley is Pansexual

Poppy Sweeting is Pansexual

Imelda Reyes is Lesbian

Leander Prewett is Trans & Straight Ally

Everett Clopton is Gay

Amit Thakkar is Gay

Sirona Ryan is Trans & Lesbian

Victor Rookwood is Straight Ally

Theophilus Harlow is unfortunately Hetero..

Phineas Black is Straight Ally

Abraham Ronen is Gay

Aeshop Sharp is Bisexual

Bai Howin is omnisexual & Asexual

Binns is AroAce

Charles Rookwood is Straight Ally & AroAce

Chiyo Kogawa is Lesbian

Dinah Hecat is Bisexual

Eleazar Fig is AroAce

Matilda Weasley is Bisexual

Mudiwa Onai is Omnisexual & Asexual

Mirabel Garlick is Lesbian

Satyavati Shah is AroAce

Gladwin Moon is Gay

Percival Rackham is AroAce & Straight Ally

San Bakar is AroAce

Niamh Fitzgerald is Lesbian

Isidora Morganach is Lesbian

[olympiansowl]

Now I want to speak about Harry Potter and the game (more specifically about house of Black), but I’m also adding here that I do not support the claims of that woman (to this day I will wonder how tf did she write Tonks, who’s has the powers to turn herself into anyone regardless the gender and is my fav female character alongside Minerva). It’s been ages since I’ve read the books, but my father got the game and I only started playing on November.

I had a lot of favorite characters, I loved Sirona (which was kinda how I found out that JKR didn’t have much or anything to do with game since Sirona is a trans woman and one of the kindest women of the game), Matilda, Phineas, Ominis, Natsai, Poppy and Professor Bakar.

Saying all that, here goes some observations and criticism:

Phineas Nigellus Black was known for being arrogant, but he also wasn’t stupid. He was hated, yes, and had a preference for slytherins (just as Albus had for the Gryffindors) but like…he wasn’t useless. Guy was the only male heir of an ancient house, by the time he was the headmaster, he was probably the head of house Black, which would take some political skills and a lot of work. In the game it’s clear that he only cares for his appearance and reputation…which is also weird bc how tf a guy that cares about his reputation would let Hogwarts be attacked while he’s the headmaster? One of the most annoying things on that game regarding this is that Black is said to pass a lot of time in the school, considering his wife asks if she could see him during the holidays or whatever, and he has portraits telling him things, but he just dismisses the Ranrok problem? The problem that could destroy the school that he is in charge, which would also destroy his own reputation bc we had Fig and Matilda telling him about it, not to mention that everyone knew about the thing that happened in Hogsmeade? Didn’t make sense at all.

Another thing that didn’t made sense, at least to me, is that to hire people at Hogwarts, you have to get the headmaster signature. How tf did Matilda convince Phineas to hire all the people she wanted? I’m seriously asking this tho bc Mirabel is a muggle born, Shah is either muggle born or half blood, there are also others who probably aren’t pure bloods…and Phineas is head of house Black. Either he was in love with that woman and let her have her way with it, which I will also take bc kinda interesting how the headmaster who hates students, teachers and school prefers to be at said school than at his house…not to mention that she’s the only one he treats with some respect and also lets her interrupt his speeches, and even says “thank you” after, OR she has a strong and persuasive power. I might take both. Turns things more interesting and dramatic, and they would also be a very hot couple.

The bullying thing. Like, people might not understand what I want to say but his method of quitting bullying was way more effective than Dumbledore’s??? Like, he screamed at the Slytherin that was burning that book, which belonged to a half-blood, and told him (the half blood) to stay out of their way. Was it right? No. I would give him detention. But it made things stop. I might be wrong bc it’s been ages since I read the books but I sincerely don’t remember Albus giving detention or screaming at any Slytherins…he also never punished Snape even tho he made Neville’s life miserable and was like “A Ravenclaw set fire on their cauldron so I’m gonna take 10 points from Gryffindor just to make sure”. Not to mention that Sirius did get away with almost killing Snape when they were teens…

There are things I really liked about the interactions and all, tho, that made things a little bit more interesting to those who like fanfiction and romance (like me): I really liked that dynamic between Phineas and Matilda, him almost dying to say thank you to other people but saying it to her kinda naturally, how he lets her interrupt him and all, his time at school…anyway, I might write something based on that.

I had a HC in my head that Ursula was a lesbian bc her name reminded me of the story of Calisto. So the HC in my head will be that she married Phineas but has an affair with Elladora, his sister who never married. And he knows all about it but doesn’t care since he has his heirs and spends most of his time thinking about a forty and something years old ginger.

Also, there are other things that doesn’t sit right with me about it: I know that the castle rejects headmasters they don’t see as legitimate or fit to the job, something like it. I remember that Umbridge was made headmaster and couldn’t get into Dumblerdore’s tower bc of it. If Phineas was as incompetent as the game tried to pass, I highly doubt he would’ve stayed much. Wouldn’t even make it pass the door.

Another romantic thing: I wanted romance options on the game. I was dying to take Natsai and Ominis out on dates. And we should’ve seen more of Sirona and Mirabel!!! I wanted them to be a lesbian couple so much. Would’ve been cool to see professor Onai and professor Shah interacting, too.

About Ominis Gaunt: I know the fandom has that old hc that pure-blood families made their children practice dark magic and/or used it on them since they were little, there are plenty of fanfictions about it, but I thought it was such an interesting thing to see it on a Gaunt bc people generally write about the Black family that way, which didn’t make a lot of sense to me considering the family is crazy and all but the Blacks that I remember that used dark magic were Bellatrix and Regulus. And they were trained by Voldemort, not by their family. Bellatrix met him when she was like 25.

Which led me to Sebastian Sallow and the use of dark magic! Like sorry uncle Sallow but Sebastian was truly the only one of that family who cared about Anne. His uncle destroying the fruit was so unnecessary. I do understand his anger and pain bc he was out there like “your twin sis will die mate accept it and leave her alone” but I also think it was a little bit stupid of him to use Imperius right there in front of everyone…he could’ve used any other spell and we know it. I do not feel sorry for the goblin or for his uncle, tho…I only feel sorry for Anne.

Speaking of deaths, I was STUNNED with Isidora’s death. Congrats to the actor who played San Bakar bc it was probably the best said “Avada Kedrava” of that franchise. San Bakar saw Niamh Fitzgerald hurt, rushed to her side, Isidora was almost taking two of his friends at the same time and without any effort at all, and he goes avada kedrava and rushes to Niamh again.

The sad thing about Isidora is that she’s just like Sebastian. So obsessed with taking the pain out of people that she manages to get more pain in.

Also, I find it a bit sad that we have towns of characters that should’ve been powerful but we didn’t see their powers…

I would die to see the other teachers and some students in action, we barely saw Ominis use magic and like…he is a Gaunt. He must have some powerful shit inside him. Also, I think Dumbledore should be there too bc of the timeline, but I might be wrong.

Another thing to complain about the game: our decisions don’t really impact much. We can chose to lie or say the truth, to follow Ominis or Sebastian, but we always end up on the same place.

The lack of backstory on the player character is also something. Do we have parents? We are muggle borns, half blood or pure bloods? Who are we, anyway?

Anyway, we don’t see much of important book characters and when we see, the thing that seems to be more accurate is that he doesn’t like his wife (at least it does make sense to me considering people married young at that time and he was thirty when he got married, not to mention that he was the only male heir since his little bro died in childhood) and, ofc, he hates almost everyone. His looks also are accurate considering he’s a Black who likes to have style. And that’s it. And, I might add, there’s always a connection with gingers and the Black family. And Gryffindors and Slytherins.

Oh, professor Binns also seems accurate.

And, as I said, I will probably write a fanfiction about Matilda and Phineas. There’s a fanart of them that made my head spin and now I can’t think about anything else other than him mistaking her bedroom for his while using the floo network (I could actually see it happening since they have the same blankets tho…and this is canon).

[saibugslegacy]

MC Relationship Charts

(Template Credit to @unknownwani)

[levicorpus94]

Percival Rackham’s pensieve

[fog-and-rust]

Hogwarts Legacy as stuff I heard real people say (or Incorrect Quotes Part 6)

Somehow it turned out to be mostly teachers' edition.

Professor Fig [if we roleplay as evil]: MC, of course, I wanted you to socialize, but not so fast and not using this obscene language.

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About Sebastian's questline: Where there is amor (love), there is also sangre (blood) and muerte (death).

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Professor Hecat [to Sebastian and Leander]: The percentage of how much you both show off doesn't interest me like at all

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[About the fact that there's no romance in the game]

Some people are like Aurora Borealis: beautiful and unattainable

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My Hufflepuff!MC *trying to break into Ravenclaw common room*: This quest is certainly NOT for Dora the Explorer

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Any of our classmates [at any moment]: Today my inner demons are especially unsinkable.

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[When Professor Fig distracted the Hedmaster so that we could impersonate him]

And so they went to have a drink and lie face down in one and the same bowl of salad...

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Keepers' portraits, if they visit their smaller portraits: My astral body doesn’t fit in here

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Ominis: Where is my wand? I don’t know, where the people who irritate me are, so I can’t direct my hate accurately enough

[A few moments later]

Ominis [about Duncan Hobhouse]: Finally, the object of hatred is located

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Keepers' advice to MC before the trials: Die, but don't surrender.

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Professor Binns: And from now on all mistakes will be part of your own biography

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My Hufflepuff!MC [about the House-Elf Recipe Book near Common room entrance]: I have a food encyclopaedia which I reread whenever I'm feeling down.

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MC, after completing Merlin Trials: After you complete each of them, you'll master Zen and understand, what it all was about

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[About lack of curfew and the fact that teachers' assignments require us to do very morally questionable things]

They were very children-oriented but if a child went to the Forbidden forest it was NOT a problem

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Professor Fig [whenever Headmaster Black gives him another task]: Would you mind if we cancel the lesson?

Students: We mourn and run away.

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MC, about some of the puzzles: It's like teaching Chomping Cabbages to play gobstones on a snake-like instrument

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MC, sprinting past prefects: I'm not running, I'm being late

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Ominis: Have you finished your homework?

Sebastian [after training Confringo]: Not yet. Magma is flowing in my veins. Wait a bit.

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MC, to Sebastian and Ominis [after their questline]: I wish us to be friends till the end of death.

[girl-named-matty]

Niamh was the best Keeper

Comment your favorite and least favorite Keeper!

[saibugslegacy]

i wanna do little fluff oneshots as warm ups, so pick a prompt and a ship (perceth, and i'll add it to my list of ideas. send as many as you want!

Saying "I love you" without saying "I love you" — some ways your otp can silently express affection

Forehead kisses, and smiling through the kiss

Resting their forehead on the other’s after a kiss

Tucking strands of loose hair behind their ears, with a thumb caressing their cheek

Interlacing their fingers with the other’s when they least expect it

Sleepy back hugs when the other person is busy whipping up breakfast in the kitchen, catching them by surprise

Just doing their own things in the same space; being so comfortable around the other even in their pyjamas

Holding both their hands while holding their gaze gently, just before leaning in for a kiss

Switching positions with the other when walking down a busy sidewalk because your feel the need to keep the other safe

Being playfully clingy in the mornings when one has an off day and the other has to rush to work

Getting them something from the store when they only mentioned it in passing

When one is overseas for a work trip and everything they see reminds them of the other person (bonus: whenever it happens, they take a picture and drop the other person a text.)

Squeezing their hand reassuringly and holding their hand throughout an intense social situation (eg. a large school reunion which the more introverted person is dreading)

Kissing away their tears

^ and letting the other cry on their shoulder even when their t-shirt gets soaked from their tears

Meeting them where they are, mentally and emotionally; never forcing them to do anything they aren’t comfortable with

Wholeheartedly supporting their dreams, and putting that into action by making concrete plans for it to happen

Dropping the other person an encouraging text before an important interview/event

Surprising the other with flowers just because; no occasion and no reason needed

Picking the other person up from work when it’s getting late, and walking them right to their doorstep after

Good morning and goodnight texts

Making the other person a Spotify playlist with songs that remind them of their relationship and growth

Remembering the littlest of things — activities they like and dislike, favourite brands of stationery, go-to ice cream flavour, choice of popcorn

Writing little notes on post-its and leaving them in random pages of their textbook, so that they will get a little endorphin boost when studying

[sisididis]

The parallels between Anne Sallow - Ariana Dumbledore, Sebastian Sallow - Albus Dumbledore and Solomon Sallow - Aberforth Dumbledore 

I’ll preface this deep dive into the Sallow family’s tragic fate by asking if anyone else found it oddly…familiar? I’ll admit that re-reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows right before becoming invested in Hogwarts Legacy made uncovering the “strange likenesses” between the Sallow family and the Dumbledore family considerably easier. 

The fate of the Sallows is reminiscent of the Dumbledores’ in more ways than I can articulate — from the untimely deaths of Mr. and Mrs. Sallow, and Percival and Kendra Dumbledore, to the tensions between the new and reluctant patres familias, Solomon and Albus, and their resentful charges, Sebastian and Aberforth, and the tragic killing of their family members. 

Let’s start with the history of the families, whose first common element is their short-lived wholeness. Albus, Aberforth and Ariana became orphaned in the aftermath of two tragic events — first, their father’s imprisonment and later death in Azkaban, due to his assault on the Muggles who had tortured his daughter, and, second, the killing of their mother during one of Ariana’s fits of uncontrollable magic. 

According to Ominis, Mr. and Mrs. Sallow too had untimely deaths, caused by an undetectable toxin emitted by their faulty cellar lamp. At that time, Sebastian and Anne “had no magic yet." We suspect that means the children were younger than 11 years old, the age when signs of magical ability should already manifest. 

Another common element is the reluctant take-over of the two new patres familias, Albus and Uncle Solomon, after the deaths of Mr. and Mrs. Dumbledore, and Mr. and Mrs. Sallow. Fans of the books will remember the reason why Albus was reluctant to assume his new role in the first place — the long-awaited Grand Tour. Albus and his close friend, Elphias Doge, were planning on going on a Grand Tour after their graduation, but the sudden death of his mother right before he was meant to leave forced Albus to stay behind and provide for his siblings. In Chapter 35, King’s Cross, Albus claims that he loved his family, but upon his return to Godric’s Hollow, he felt “trapped and wasted.” 

Aberforth recalled that moment, too:

“So that put paid to Albus's trip round the world with little Doge. The pair of 'em came home for my mother's funeral and then Doge went off on his own, and Albus settled down as head of the family. Ha!” (P. 435, Chapter 28, The Missing Mirror, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows)

We are not sure where Uncle Solomon’s reluctance to care for his nephew and niece comes from, aside from the obvious disruption of his quiet retirement, but while his anger at this unexpected responsibility is justified and should be directed towards his late brother, it backfires on Sebastian instead:

“I know what's best for Anne – and Sebastian. They are my stubborn brother's children. Especially Sebastian.”

Sebastian himself comments that his uncle often compares him to his father:

“After Anne was hurt, he only grew worse. It's as though he blames me somehow. Always calling me 'my father's son.' As if that's an insult.”

Here’s where the interesting switch happens. The new guardians’ resentment at these unexpected burdens does not go unnoticed. Both Aberforth and Sebastian saw the new patres familias’ reluctance to assume their new role and thought that they would have been a better fit for it. Much like Aberforth and Ariana, Sebastian and Anne were infinitely closer to each other than to the rest of their family:

“Anne won’t survive this. She’s withering away - inside and out. Solomon’s never been there for us. Not really. He gave up on Anne. I’ll never give up on her."

Aberforth echoed this sentiment: 

"He didn't want to be bothered with her. She liked me best. I could get her to eat when she wouldn't do it for my mother, I could calm her down, when she was in one of her rages, and when she was quiet, she used to help me feed the goats.” (P. 434, Chapter 28, The Missing Mirror, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows) "I'd have looked after her, I told him so, I didn't care about school, I'd have stayed home and done it." (P. 435, Chapter 28, The Missing Mirror, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows)

The way I see it, both Albus / Sebastian and Aberforth / Solomon thought that they had Ariana’s / Anne’s best interest at heart. While Solomon thought that making Anne “comfortable” was the best path of action, Sebastian saw this as resigning themselves to Anne’s sure death. “There is no cure! When will you accept that?” asks Uncle Solomon, to which Sebastian replies adamantly, “Never! I can never accept it.” The same stubborn conviction is exhibited by Aberforth after he uncovers Albus and Gellert’s plans. 

"I told him, you'd better give it up now. You can't move her, she's in no fit state, you can't take her with you, wherever it is you're planning to go, when you're making your clever speeches, trying to whip yourselves up a following. He didn't like that.” (P. 435, Chapter 28, The Missing Mirror, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows) “You may mean well, but I know what's best for Anne – and Sebastian. They are my stubborn brother's children. Especially Sebastian.”

The pairs’ irreconcilable differences did not stop there. In Sebastian’s efforts to heal Anne and Albus’ efforts to create a better world for wizard kind, the pair aspired to leave no depth of magic unplumbed, dark or otherwise, an issue which often sparked conflict with their family. Aberforth did not agree with teenage Albus’ plans “for the greater good”, because he did not prioritize their sister’s safety.

Sebastian’s own stance on using Dark magic to save his sister is in perfect antithesis with his uncle’s aversion to the Dark Arts. Unfortunately, in both cases, the tensions between the brothers and nephew and uncle culminated in the death of their family:

“And then . . . you know what happened. Reality returned in the form of my rough, unlettered, and infinitely more admirable brother. I did not want to hear the truths he shouted at me. I did not want to hear that I could not set forth and seek Hallows with a fragile and unstable sister in tow. (…) The argument became a fight. Grindelwald lost control. That which I had always sensed in him, though I pretended not to, now sprang into terrible being. And Ariana . . . after all my mother’s care and caution . . . lay dead upon the floor.” (P. 549, Chapter 35, King’s Cross, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows) 

Sounds awfully familiar to the scene in the catacomb, doesn’t it? Not only did uncle and nephew turn their wands against each other, but Anne had to bury their uncle alone, much like Albus had to bury Ariana alone after Gellert fled Godric’s Hollow. After Solomon and Ariana’s deaths, all that the Dumbledore and Sallow siblings had were each other. Unfortunately, the death of their family did not inspire a renewed sense of closeness. On the contrary, Solomon and Ariana’s deaths caused an irreparable rift between the siblings. 

“To add to his misery, the loss of Ariana had led, not to a renewed closeness between Albus and Aberforth, but to an estrangement.” (P. 20, Chapter 2, In Memorandum, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows)

The breakdown of the Sallow twins’ relationship is reflected in Anne’s letter to Sebastian:

“Sebastian,  Too much has happened. I needed to get away from here for a while. I miss Uncle Solomon. I need time. I will always love you, but I don't know if I can ever forgive you.  Anne”

What do you think?

[ourunmei]

I don't like this drawing at all but I worked on it for 5 hours so I felt like I have to post it.

[hyuckkaiji]

love is rich with honey and venom - ominis gaunt × f!reader

summary; you are long past the point of no return, ominis will keep you no matter what he has to do. pt.3

word count; 5.5k

warnings; 18+, explicit sexual content, dark themes, dubcon/noncon, porn with a plot, dark!ominis, yandere!ominis, mentions of cheating/infidelity, kidnapping, blood play

note; one for the dark ominis girlies. ominis ending, last part to this little unofficial series. pt.3 to only mine but could also just be read as a pt.2 to my love. // pt.3 sebastian

You thought you'd known violence, fear, and desperation. You were wrong. You'd never really felt those things. The feelings you'd previously called by those names do not compare to what you feel now, what you've been feeling for months.

You pulled your knees to your chest, blowing a puff of air out of your nose. You tried to focus on anything other than your husband, to no avail, only the sounds of your imprisonment to catch your attention.

The sound of chains scraping against stone echoed through the dingy cellar. The shackles on your wrists jangling as you hugged yourself tighter.

"I do not wish to hurt you, wife. I you just need to learn to behave. Will you behave for me, sweet girl."

You could hear the soft taps of Ominis' shoes. He was coming closer to you. You tried to move your head to face in his direction, Ominis let out a soft laugh.

"Wrong way. It's okay. You'll learn eventually. It'll take some adjustment. You've spent over two decades relying on your sight. It'll take some unlearning. My guidance. Let's play a game."

He crouched down next to you, his cold, slim fingers coming up to trace your cheekbone. You flinched away, cowering, preparing for the blow. You felt his fingers at your scalp, using a tight grip to yank you towards him.

"What did I tell you about trying to get away? Trying to escape again, wife?"

"No! I-I'm not, I swear." You choked on a sob, "Please, husband, I just - I thought -"

"Thought what?" Ominis' grip angled your head to face him, words forced through gritted teeth.

"You were going to hurt me again." Your voice was a whisper, but it still bounced off the stone walls, echoing down the empty hall.

Ominis only responded with a sigh, "Time for a game. " His hand was on yours, pulling your fist free. He hands you something, cool and solid, as your fingers wrap around the Hilt. "I can't trust you with a wand, unfortunately. But you're aware, by now, of course, your punishment. What are you holding, wife."

Yes, you knew your punishment. "A knife. It's required if I fail the game." Ominis cooed at you, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. You heard him retreating, but it was only seconds before you heard more footsteps around his.

"She looks quite pretty like this." Percival, you heard steps start to make their way towards you. "I'll break your hands if you touch her, brother." Ominis, your husband, ominis, ominis, omnis. Yes, no one can touch you but your sweet husband.

"Thank you, husband. I don't wish to feel any hands but yours." Two laughs, neither your husband. "You've broken her, little brother. Cowering like the bitch she is." Marvolo. Ominis hummed, "Not yet, but I will."

"The rules, wife." You could hear them walking, but you couldn't tell what steps belong to who. "Identify me." You couldn't pin his voice, it floated around the room, caressing your skin before flitting away. "If you get it wrong..." His voice trailed off

"Punishment." Your hands shook, fear had a hold on you so strongly you thought you might vomit. "Punishment." They all echoed and you could hear the barely contained excitement from Percival and Marvolo, even Ominis along with smug satisfaction.

They walked, moving around each other, to the left, to the right, forward, back a few steps. You tried to pick out Ominis, his footsteps have always been quiet, near imperceptible, but in this dank, dark place, all sound is amplified. You followed the softest steps, sure you'd have the correct answer.

They stopped, waiting for your anwser, saying nothing. "Ominis." You pointed, hand shaking, to the right.

"Wrong." Ominis voice came from your left. "Your eyes were trying to trail me the whole time, y/n. Would you like me instead of my uptight brother?" Percival's voice was mocking, but he would never touch you. Joke though he may and he would never admit this but he feared his younger brother.

He had been delighted when Ominis dragged you to Gaunt manor, the whole family had. Seeing Ominis get off his high horse and acknowledge his heritage was a treat for his siblings. After all that he had said to them, about them, for their dark magic, there he stood with his wife bound and gagged.

There he stood asking the assistance of the family he'd tried to denounce. The good Auror Ominis Gaunt and there he stood. But the delight had quickly turned to fear, Ominis was unhinged, violent at all moments. Threatening to do unspeakable things and to throw them in Azkaban if they spoke against him.

If you asked Percival, he'd say those aurors delight in violence even more than the Gaunts.

"Do it." Ominis' voice was cold, no trace of your loving Husband, though by now you'd come to understand that was a facade just as much as your feelings. Ominis didn't love you. He only wanted to possess you. You should have run with Sebastian. Once again, you have no idea where he is. After that night, you crawled back to your husband wracked with guilt.

You thought he deserved better and you were terrible for what you'd just done. You needed to make ammends, your happiness be dammned, you needed to be a good wife to Ominis, you needed to learn to love him. Something about that morning with him made you believe it was possible, until you let the words slip.

You wish you hadn't said them, perhaps he would have kept his secret. Perhaps you would have been able to go back to the way things used to be, the good auror and his good wife. But you said it, and he confessed, and there was no going back.

You were a smart girl, a talented, powerful witch. So you didn't respond to his confession, opting to act like you didn't really hear it and nuzzling into him. Laying in his arms until you were sure your husband slept. You got up quietly, making sure not to wake Ominis. You had dressed quickly, throwing together a small traveling bag.

You weren't sure what you'd do but you'd figure it out. Perhaps with Sebastian. You just needed to get out the door. But it didn't open and you used spell after spell trying to free yourself, to no avail.

Ominis had snuck up behind you, using your hair to yank you back, the tug so hard you dropped to the ground. He'd used your shock to his advantage, climbing on top of you, his hands at your throat. His fingers squeezing as you tried to claw at him. "You didn't really think you could leave me , did you?"

There had been black, you didn't know for how long but when you awoke you weren't in your warm safe home, you were in a place you'd never seen before. Ominis having a steady conversation with a man only a few years older than you. "Welcome to my childhood home, Wife." Gaunt manor.

You had started off in a bedroom, your whole life moved to this strange place. It was comfortable, you were cared for and had anything you could ask for. But you were trapped, under constant surveillance, never to leave the walls of the Manor.

The more you fought, teeth and claws, kisses and witt, it didn't matter. The more you fought, misbehaved, and tried to escape the less luxuries you had, the meaner your husband became. Soon your bedroom became a cellar, shackled to the wall by wrists and ankles. Soon the husband you'd known for eight years became a man you didn't recognize.

You take the knife, heavy in your palm. You take a steadying breath before pressing the blade into the flesh at your thigh. You suck in a breath as the tip digs in, a small bead of blood starting to well up. "How far?"

"Your knee." You didn't wait for further instructions, knowing if it looked like you were delaying the punishment would only increase. You pressed harder, bitting down so hard you thought your teeth might splinter. The knife tore through your skin as easy as butter, drawing a path of scarlet across the top of your thigh. "Good girl."

Your breathing was ragged as you wiped away the tears that had escaped. They were walking again. You had been so certain, you had no hope this round. How many rounds of this game do you have to play?

They stopped, waiting for your anwser, you had none. But before you could be told anything another pair of steps could be heard. A quick light patter of bare feet against stone. "He's here brother. He's here." A giggle, Drusilla.

"You're in luck, wife, your savior is here." You swore you could hear the smile in Ominis' voice. And for the first time in almost three months he was freeing you, restraints falling at your sides.

Ominis walked over extending a hand to pull you onto unsteady legs. But as soon you put weight onto your cut leg you lurched forward, grasping at Ominis to try and steady yourself on your good leg. The pain was too much for you to stand on. "You did a really good, my love." The arousal dripped from his words like honey.

His fingers trailed down your skin, finding the gash. He caressed to wound with gentle fingers, making you gasp. He collected the blood on the tips of his fingers, bringing them up to his waiting lips. "Fuck, you taste so good." He let out a soft groan. You could feel his growing hardness start to press into you.

"We shouldn't keep a guest waiting, brother." Drusilla's voice was giddy. Ominis only hummed in response, hooking an arm around your waist to support your weight.

The walk was grueling, your legs shook with every step and you tripped more times than you could count. You hadn't been anywhere near the stairs since he took your eyesight. You used your toes to try and feel around, but that didn't stop you from stumbling every other step. Ominis chastised you at every stumble, every wobble, and uncertain step.

Telling you how it wasn't that hard and if you didn't stop playing the stumbling fool, he'd make sure you had no feet to walk on. Every comment was joined by his siblings' laughter and comments of their own. How you should be better behaved. How ominis is a kind husband by not having punished you sooner. How he should take your feet, how he should let you kneel and crawl before him. It's your proper place, as his wife, as his property.

You never responded, only tighten your grip on Ominis and tried your best to walk on unsteady legs. Eventually, after what felt like hours, you stopped. You could hear the shuffling, the sniggers from all around you. "Just like you asked, Mr. Gaunt."

"Thank you, Floyd." You could feel the eyes watching you as the silence settled. "Mrs. Gaunt." You could hear the horror in the auror's voice. What you must look like to him. Broken, you suppose you must look broken. You only nod your head in his direction, you couldn't muster up the dignity to speak to him if you tried.

Shuffling and a door shuts. Steps circle the area around you, you hear a groan. "Look, wife."

"I-I can't." Perhaps not the best anwser but better than no response, Ominis has taught you that. He comes closer, his hands resting at your shoulders, clothed torso pressed against your bare back. "I got you a gift, wife. It's on the floor, go ahead and feel."

He was doing this to hulimate you further, you knew from the tone of his voice. You couldn't imagine what would be worse than all you have already endured. But none the less you did as he said, dropping to your knees. The action stretched the gash on your thigh, allowing the blood to flow fresh.

You felt along the floor with the palms of your hands, searching for what, you did not know.

"Y/n." A broken sob, horrified. You know that voice, it haunts you. "S-sebastian?"

You try and feel your way towards him, but his hand shoots out, fingers locking around your sore, chafed wrist.  He guided you towards him. You let your hands meet his skin, fingers uncertain in their path up his arm. You reach his shoulder, letting your hand linger for a moment. Afraid to feel his face.

The moment passes, your hands find him. His nose is broken, one of his eyes are swollen shut, fresh blood leaking from just above his brow. "What did they do to you?" Your voice is quiet, unsteady. Are you allowed to speak? Do you sound too concerned? Will Ominis be mad at your concern? Will he punish you? What will he do to Sebastian?

"What did he do to you." He was angry, his words venomous. "What did you do to her, Gaunt." Ominis scoffed, fingers wrapping in your hair to yank you back to your feet. "This woman is my wife, my property, I'm free to do with her whatever I please. And I have, not that it's any concern of yours, fugitive."

"She can't see me."

"She can't see anything you imbecile." Ominis sneered, "Fret not, Sallow, it's only temporary. I would never deprive my wife of seeing me forever."

"Dear sister, have the house elves bring tea and pasties. I wish to entertain my guest by the fire." Drusilla giggled, "Yes, Brother." Your head was pounding, your thoughts clashing around in your head like loose knives. You could barely make out Marvolo and Percival announcing their leave and telling Ominis to teach you and that animal a lesson.

They were gone, Ominis was dragging you by your arm, dragging Sebastian with a spell. All the way to the soft couches in front of the blazing fire place. He made Sebastian sit on one, he sat in the opposite one across, making you stand in the center.

"Come, wife." Another lesson you learned. On your knees once again, you felt your way across the carpet until you felt Ominis' shoes. You let you hand feel around his crisp slacks, adjusting to sit between his legs. Still on the floor, beneath him, not his equal. You don't deserve that, not after you betrayed him.

"Good girl." You felt Ominis' wand press to your temple, heard him whisper the incantation. And for the first time since you'd been moved to the Cellar, you slowly started becoming aware of your surroundings.

Your eyes burned, felt as if he'd stuck a hot poker in them rather than restoring your vision. Your hands shot up, plams digging in, trying to relieve the ache. Ominis fingers dug into your jaw cruelly, jerking you up to face Sebastian.

Sebastian didn't look at you, even through the fading haze and blur, you could see that he was looking at Ominis. "You never could commit." He jerked his head towards you. You looked up to see your husband's reaction, he only tilted his head in confusion.

"If you were gonna go through with this," he motioned at you with a dismissive hand, "you should have gone the whole way. Why carve up everything but her face?" Oh, right. You tried to forget. But just cause you haven't been able to see them doesn't mean they're invisible to everyone else.

"My sweet wife had a momentary loss of her sanity, she seemed to forget who she belonged to." Two house elves came scuttling in, heads bent in submission. They did their jobs quickly and quietly, setting down the trays of tea and still steaming pastries. Scurrying away quicker than they came.

"I had to remind her and anyone who looks at her. She's mine."

Sebastian scoffed, "You're such an insecure twat, you had to carve your name in a person. You do seem to be forgetting that, old friend. She is a person, one you claim to love and you did that to her."

"Were you not the one who had just suggested, I couldn't commit because I didn't carve up her face as well?" Sebastian didn't respond, "I'm sure you agree, Sallow. Her face is just too pretty to mark up."

"Tell me y/n." You were scared, terrified, Ominis had instilled that feeling in you. You felt it at all times, trembled when he called your name. But even those moments didn't compare to now, didn't compare to being in front of Sebastian. Ominis had finally found the one thing that could break you, through and through. The thing that could take your last miniscule bit of hope, of sanity and shatter it into a million irreparable pieces.

"Yes ... husband." You wanted to be the woman you were, the witch that had saved hogwarts at only fifteen years old. You wanted to be her, you needed to be her. For Sebastian if not for you. Merlin only knows what Ominis already had the Aurors do to him. Yes, you needed to be strong.

"Who do you belong to?"

"You, husband. I am your wife, Ominis."

"Can you prove it?" If only you'd been a legilimens. You had no idea what he meant, what he wanted. What would you have to do? How would you have to hurt? Hurting yourself, you could manage but not Sebastian, never Sebastian.

"Ask anything of me husband, and I'll deliver." You looked up at him, the world finally settling into place. He smiled down at you, petting the back of your head with a soft touch. The smile that graced his beautiful features, another would call it loving, sweet. But you know the truth, it was venomous, and he is a viper preparing to make the final strike.

"Come here, pretty girl." He pats his lap, certain in his movements. He knows you won't run, knows you won't deny him. He's right, of course. You climb on his lap gingerly, trying not to dirty his suit with the remnants of the cellar that cling to your skin.

You sit, facing him, pretending away Sebastian's presence. You wrap your arms around his neck, eyes tracing the curve of his lips. Viper, evil viper bastard. No, no. You're not allowed to think such things. Ominis will punish you. Be good, behave. Behave and he will be kind. He is your kind husband. Your good Auror.

"I've been working on her training, she's come far. I'm so proud of her." Ominis cooed at you, gentle fingers running over your cheek before pushing a lock of hair behind your ear. You looked down bashful at the praise, your hand falling to his shoulders, thumbs rubbing over his collar bones.

Loving, that's how it looks, how others would see it. But you know better. You're sure Ominis does as well. Your hands are twitching to wrap around his neck, twitching to wring the life from him. You would, if it were only you and Sebastian. But it's not and you wouldn't get far, you wouldn't make it past this room let alone out this manor.

You don't think they'd kill you, no, you've seen the way his brothers devour you with their eyes. And while Ominis may be evil, may have become your captor, your tormentor, an evil you know is better than one you don't. Ominis protects you from his family and for that at least, you're grateful.

He smiling at you, he's looks at you as if you're a goddess set before him, he's smitten, wholeheartedly devoted to you.  False, so gut-wrenchingly false. A devoted man, a devoted husband would never do what he's done to you.

Ominis takes his wand casting a spell towards Sebastian, you look back to see the blade edged wire wrap around him. Sebastian grunts, hands shooting up to stop the wire attempting to wrap around his throat. "Stop!" The word came out on its own, your mouth no longer under your control, "The more you struggle, the deeper it cuts." They were already burrowed into his warm tan skin, fresh blood welling up all over his body like a thousand rose blossoms.

Ominis fingers are on your jaw, pulling you back to face him. "Are you worried about him, Mrs. Gaunt." Dread, cold and heavy, settles on you. "I-I just don't... I-" You couldn't find the right words.

"You don't worry about other men." You nod, "Now you're going prove that you're mine. On your knees. Let's put on a show for out guest." You can't look back, you can't see Sebastian's face as you slide down, as you settle yourself between Ominis' legs. In a just a few months this has become a second nature, these movements have become instinct.

Your fingers are nimble, practiced as you undo your husband's slacks, allowing his already hard cock to spring free of the restricting material. "Don't degrade yourself like this. Why are you trying to please this bastard." Sebastian sounds hurt, you don't know it's for you as a person or if he sees this as another man sullying his property. Does Sebastian see you the same way Ominis does? Is he just another unknown evil? You're better off with the one you already know.

You wrap lips around his cock, tongue curling around the underside of his shaft drawing a groan from Ominis. He leans back, letting himself get lost in the pleasure. His hand softly stroking your head as you bob up and down. His chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. "Doesn't she look so pretty like this, Sebastian?"

He didn't respond, defiant. Ominis finds defiance unacceptable. You can't accio a person, that's a law of magic but you can accio something on that person. So none the less Sebastian was being dragged forward, forced to his knees beside you with just a flick of Ominis' wand.

You didn't look up at him, you couldn't. Couldn't look him in the eyes as you hollowed your cheeks around your husband's cock. "Tell my wife she looks pretty with my cock in her mouth." Still nothing, Sebastian refused to even look at you, his eyes trained to the ground.

Ominis scoffed, using your hair to pull you free of him. "I allow you the luxury of seeing my wife like this and you have the audacity to not even look at her." Ominis fingers were in Sebastian hair now, yanking his head back, wand trailing the hallow of his throat. "Tell me, Sallow, is she she only worth looking at when it's your cock she takes?"

"I'll not be a tool you use to hulimate and dehumanize her." Ominis struck him, hard enough to knock him back. The wires digging in further as Sebastians hands fly up to block his face. Ominis stands, holding a hand to pull you up with him though he faces Sebastian as he scrambles back to his knees, eyes glazed with unshed tears as he looks at you.

"Seems our guest isn't being sufficiently entertained, my dear." You only look at him, awaiting  instructions, it was a statement not an invitation to speak. Ominis let's his fingers trail your spine, allowing goosebumps to blossom across your skin.

"Bend over."

"What.." Your voice is high, shocked.

"Are you mine, y/n?"

"Y-yes, of course."

"Then prove it. Bend over."

You glance at Sebastian, hoping he can see the apology in your eyes. Hoping he knows, deep down you love him but you can't say no. Ominis is your keeper and there's no changing things now.

You do as your told, baring yourself to Ominis, hands braced against the top of the couch. You close your eyes, ashamed. Wishing you were dead, wishing you were anywhere but here, reminding yourself that this is your fault, you should have been a better wife, this would have never happened if you had just loved Ominis in the first place.

"See how well she listens, my sweet wife." He grips your thighs, pulling your legs further apart, just how he likes them. His fingers plunge into you with no warning, making you grit your teeth to keep from crying out. Ominis hums, "My poor wife needs a little assistance, she's not wet enough to take me."

You look back, an apology ready to fall from your lips. But Ominis isn't facing you, he's facing Sebastian. His wand poised to strike, with a slash and a whispered incantation, he does. A deep gash spreading across Sebastians cheek, he doesn't cry out though his body shakes with the evidence of his pain.

Ominis takes a few steps closer, close enough to prod the cut and collect the flowing blood in slightly cupped fingers. "Ominis?" He doesn't respond, he walks back to you. Still bent, he shoves all four fingers into you. His pace is slow, relishing in warmth of your cunt wrapped around his fingers. Wet and dripping Scarlett.

"Please Ominis." You're fighting the nausea climbing up your throat. "Do you hear how she begs for me?" Ominis doesn't stop his ministrations, his fingers curling at gummy spot that makes you spasm and squirm beneath him.

He can feel your body providing the necessary slick, mixing with Sebastian's blood as his fingers slid in and out. He grips your hips with his other hand, holding you in place, he can feel you tensing around him, he knows you're close. Your body is a traitor, uncaring of your minds protests, uncaring that it's your lovers blood coating your insides and dripping down your thighs. Your body only cares about Ominis, his fingers expertly ripping your orgasm free.

It hash and painful, leaving you shaking as you try to keep yourself standing. "Good girl." Ominis voice is gruff, arousal coating his words. He pulls his fingers free, wrapping them around his already leaking cock. He gives himself a few tug, allowing to pink slick coating his fingers to coat his cock. He can't stop the groan that falls from his lips. Feeling your juices on him, feeling your pretty cunt flutter around his fingers, it was almost enough to forget about Sebastian.

He could almost forget why you were all there. He just wanted to fuck you, wanted to bury himself as deep as he could, wanted to sink his teeth into your flesh and let your sweet blood fill his mouth while you tremble beneath him. But he couldn't right now, this, this is a lesson. To you his traitorous cheating wife and to the scum who thinks he can have you.

He lines himself up with you, letting himself sink in slowly, savoring the feeling. His hips moving at a teasing pace. "Your body knows what you want even when you try to deny it."

"I wasn't-"

"Don't lie." He pulls you into him by your hips, fingers digging in with a bruising grip. "Your body, at least, knows it's owner." He no longer holding back, his pace becoming quick, animalistic. He's rutting into you like it's the only thing that exists. The sound of wet skin overlapping the sound of crackling fire.

You cry out, letting your tears fall freely though your husband takes no mind. You try and escape, try and let your mind create a sanctuary, but it doesn't work. Nothing can distract you from Ominis' assault or the feeling of Sebastian staring a hole into your face, he is witness to your shame and that is your final straw.

Your body is not yours to command as it quivers beneath your tormentor. Ominis' thrusts become more erratic, sloppy and harsh as he comes undone, fucking his seed into with a few last thrusts. He pulls out, letting you collapse onto the sofa, you pay no mind as your thighs smear blood and cum into the cushions, as your hole leaks the remaining fluids, soaking into the fabric.

Ominis snatches his wand up, facing Sebastian. "No standing ovation? I think such a magnificent show is deserving." Sebastian sneers at him, "You're just as sick as the rest of your family, you always have been." That might have wounded him once but no longer, Ominis shrugs, "Gaunt blood flows through my veins as it will flow through my childs. It's a fact of life."

"Your child?" Sebastian looks at you, you curl into yourself, bringing your knees to your chest, covering your stomach. "My sweet wife had been taking contraceptives without my knowledge, that's why I'd yet to put a child in her." Ominis tucks himself away, fixing his now stained clothes.

"I was able to remedy that when I brought her to the Manor."

Sebastian let's out a choked sob. "Wife, do you think he's learned his lesson?" Ominis comes to stand by your side, pulling one of your hands to his lips. "Yes, husband." You didn't look at Sebastian, keeping your gaze locked on your entertwined hands.

"I agree. I have no more use for him." Your eyes shoot up to look at your husband, hopefull when you haven't been in so long. Even if you're never to be free of Ominis at least Sebastian will be. "Yes, we should be rid of him. We need never see him again, husband."

Ominis smiled down at you, pleased. "I was thinking much the same, my sweet girl." He leans down, pulling you into a deep kiss. "Would you like to go back home? Back to the way things used to be, before he came back into our lives? We can leave this mess in the past, we can be happy again, my love. Would you like that?"

"More than anything." It was the truth, twisted as it may be you wish you could go back, you really do want to. "As do I." You look at Sebastian, really look at him, wanting to memorize his features one last time. It breaks your heart to see the tears that streak his face, the cuts and bruises marring his skin, the way he trembles. But it would hurt more not to look at him knowing this will be the last time.

You look away, back towards Ominis. You grip his hand tighter, stroking his knuckles with your thumb. "Get him out of my sight. Please husband. Let's no longer let his presence interfere with our lives, our growing family."

Ominis smiles, genuine happiness gracing his features. "I need one last thing and then we can go home, my sweet."

"Anything, Ominis."

He leans in, close enough for his lips to brush your ear as he whispers, "Kill him."

What a fool, you're a stupid fool. You got ahead of yourself. Of course he wasn't going to let him go, you were stupid to think he would. To think it would be that easy, that you could go back and pretend away these last few months. You stand abruptly, taking a hasty step away from Ominis, "No." Your voice is strong, certain.

Ominis looks disappointed but not surprised, "I was really hoping I wouldn't have to do this... Imperio."

A haze sets over you. You feel like you're looking at the world through a foggy lense. Close but too far to touch. You can feel Ominis, his heart beats alongside yours, it beats in your chest. You can feel him, like his soul has become yours, no longer two people but one.

"My sweet." His voice is smooth like silk, sweet like honey. It's intoxicating. "Yes, love?" Your voice is far away. Not coming from you but around you like a fading void.

Ominis hands you his wand. Your skin is set ablaze and left tingling where his fingers brushed yours in the transfer. "Kill Sebastian."

You had forgotten that man was here, you had seemed to forget about anything other than Ominis. You face Sebastian, giving him a quick once over. He looks like a man ready to meet death, perhaps you're doing him a favor. Without a second thought you raise your arm, wand in hand, "Avada Kedavra." The magic surges free, so powerful your arm shakes as the spell rips free, leaving your whole body uncomfortably warm.

All you see is green for a moment but that flash fades. You rub your eyes, trying to ease the irritation from the flash. "Here, husband." You hand Ominis back his wand. Never bothering to look back at Sebastian, never bothering to see your handiwork. It didn't matter, you did what Ominis asked.

Ominis is all that matters, all that will ever matter. You wouldn't let that dead man plague your thoughts unless your husband commands it. You look up at him, watching, waiting for his next command. He smiles down at you, "Let's go home, Wife. Just us, our family. I should probably start building the crib for our little one." You bring one hand to rest at your stomach, smiling down at it. The other reaching for Ominis as you look back up at him. "Lets."

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Aster Button • Hogwarts Legacy MC • Character Information

(Character Sheet Commission by my amazing bestie, @unholytrio420)

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General Information

Full Name: Aster Jane Button

Nicknames: Princess of Hufflepuff, Sweetheart & Bug

Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

Date of Birth: April 30th, 1875

Dominate Hand: Left

Zodiac Sign: Taurus ☀️��� & Cancer ⬆️

Personality Type (MBTI): ENFP - Campaigner

Blood Status: Half-blood

Alignment: Lawful Good

Nationality: English/Greek

House: Hufflepuff

Wand: Natural shape, English Oak, Unicorn Hair Core, 20 cm, handle is carved with oak leaves and has an acorn on the bottom of the handle.

Patronus: Swarm of Bees or Ibizan Bound

(One is my wants, the other is wizarding worlds take)

Boggart: Herself

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Physical Appearance

Hair Colour & Style: Has wavy/curly dark brown hair, with a bang fringe that curls at the ends because of her naturally curly hair. She tends to keep her hair half up in an updo with a white bow holding it back.

Eye Color: Her eyes are a dark green with a yellow center.

Skin Tone: Light olive tone with peach undertones. Has a flush of freckles all over her face. She also has light rosacea on her cheeks, nose and forehead.

Height: 5’7” (170cm)

Other features:

She does wear makeup, even though it was frowned upon at that time. She has a smudge of eyeliner on her upper lid and goes wear some lipstick/Vaseline for shine.

An overbite with bunny teeth.

Girly wears earrings as well. They are vintage screw backs from 1890 that match her colors and vibe. Gold & Black varnish with diamonds.

Face claim: Hande Ercel is her slight face claim. Hande Ercel has dark brown eyes and doesn’t have freckles, but she’s a Turkish actress with the perfect face shape. Which is why I say she’s a slight face claim. Her role in Azize just screams Aster with her hair as it is as well.

(The right photo was edited by Ellie to give her green eyes and freckles - she’s quite literally perfect!)

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Personality

Positive Traits: extroverted, empathic, patient, elegant, down to earth, in tune with her emotions, lawful, dedicated, loving & kind

Neutral Traits: sensitive, tantalizing, sensual, dominant, can not lie for shite, work oriented & overthinks constantly

Negative Traits: opinionated, materialistic, dense, slow, kind of a mean girl in a domineering way, fair to a fault & spoiled

Scent: Lilac, Moss and Honey

Strengths: Being a walking bug magnet, saying ‘No’, Stability

Weaknesses: being yelled at, crying to easily, Numbers/Math (Dyslexic), dealing with parasites

Fears: Heights & The Dark

Likes: Her family, Insects, Bee Keeping, Running, Gardening, Eating, Talking, Cuddling

Dislikes: The Wizarding Realm, Passive Aggressive Rudeness, People who have a twisted reality that being blunt is actually being nice, Dark Magic, Racism, Slavery, Pure-Blood enthusiasts

Future Dreams: A normal happy life in research entomology

Favorite Classes: Charms, History of Magic, Herbology, Divination

Hated Classes: Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Flying, Astronomy

Music Loves: Frank Sinatra, Vic Damone, Benny Goodman, Billie Holiday, Dean Martin, Ella Fitzgerald, Tony Bennett, Tommy Dorsey, Artie Shaw, etc.

Aesthetic: Honeycore Coquette

Love Language: Physical Touch & Companionship

Pinterest Board (important): https://pin.it/5APIW6Lqo

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Relationships

Father: Theodore Button - Lord, Wizard, Business Man

Mother: Abigail Button - Lady, Normie, Socialite

Sibling(s): Timothy Button - Older brother, Future Lawyer, Normie

Distant Relatives: Percival Rackham - Many-Great Grandfather

Hogwarts Guardian(s): Matilda Weasley, Abraham Ronan, Aesop Sharp & Dinah Hecate

Love Interest: Sebastian Sallow

Best Friends: Nerida Roberts, Grace Pinch-Smedley, Ominis Gaunt, Adelaide Oakes, Anne Sallow

Rivals: Imelda Rayes

Enemies: Ranrok, Victor Rookwood, Ashwinders

Pets:

Ladybird Spider named Lily

All her bees

A full nest of Fwoopers

4 Nifflers - Quartz, Obsidian, Copper & Tin-Tin

2 Kneezles - Knee & Zazzy

2 Unicorns - June & August (Golden)

2 Hippogriff - Ares (Tawny) & Highwing

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Outside Character Inspirations

Cher Horowitz - Clueless

Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind

Elora Danan - Willow TV series

Willow Rosenberg - Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Lexi Howard - Euphoria

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Shout out to the HL peep here on Tumblr that inspired me to do this. I lost their post and can’t find it now for some reason. So I apologize for not having you tagged, but thank you for inspiring me to get all my information out about my darling! If I ever get around to editing & typing up her true background, I will edit this to include. For now, here is my baby girl. Please enjoy her!

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I did a thing ages ago where I did HC middle names for the characters, and decided to do audio of them saying the names, just a little something, nothing amazing, it's literally just them saying the names lol, but thought i'd share regardless 😊💜 these were my HC names.

Sebastian Bartholomew Sallow.

Ominis Matthias Gaunt.

Garreth Frederick Weasley.

Leander Percival Prewett.

Everett James Clopton

Amit Nishesh Thakkar.

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My MCs as Text Posts Pt. 2

Pt. 1, Pt. 3, Pt. 4

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The Plan | Sebastian Sallow x OC #64

my dear friends, we are nearing the end, only two chapters to go after this...

Summary: Ominis and Anne arrive to Muldoon Manor; a plan is devised.

Words: ~6,900

Tags: Fluff, Pureblood Politics, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, Drama, Romance

Timeline: Mid September

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The warm glow of the fire cast dancing shadows on the polished wood paneling of the grand sitting room. The atmosphere was relaxed, the soft clinking of teacups and occasional bursts of laughter filling the space. Sebastian sat beside Evangeline on the plush sofa, his arm draped casually along the back behind her. Though he was at ease, his proximity spoke of quiet protectiveness, a steady reassurance he hadn’t wavered since they’d arrived.

Cassian leaned back in his chair, a nostalgic smile tugging at his lips as he recounted a tale. “Ah, Rowena at fifteen… Those were chaotic times. You see, ancient magic has always run in our family, but its manifestation is unpredictable at best. Nobody had seen it in generations. When it first surfaced in Rowena, no one knew what to do with her."

Cassian’s gaze softened as he looked at Evangeline. “As I’m sure you’ve realized, ancient magic doesn’t come with instructions. Rowena was lucky that our family has a wealth of information in our library—books, scrolls, even journals from ancestors who wielded it. But none of it can replace a proper mentor. Learning to control it is… difficult.”

Benedict chuckled, setting his teacup down with a soft clink. “I was in my seventh year at Durmstrang when it first manifested in Rowena, and I was her reluctant protector by default. And, well, let’s just say the west wing of Durmstrang paid the price for our collective ignorance.”

Percival, seated across from them, grinned as he leaned forward. “I was just a second-year at the time, but I remember it vividly. One minute everything was fine, and the next—” he gestured dramatically, his grin widening—“the whole wing was frozen solid. Icicles hanging from the chandeliers, frost creeping up the walls. It looked like a blizzard had swept through.”

“What happened?” Evangeline asked, leaning forward slightly, her curiosity piqued.

Cassian’s smile turned wistful. “Ancient magic is powerful, yes, but it’s tied so closely to the wielder’s emotions. Rowena’s boyfriend at the time—well, ex-boyfriend, as of that day—had broken up with her. It hit her hard, and she lost control. The entire wing became a frozen wasteland before anyone realized what was happening.”

Benedict nodded, his expression softening. “She didn’t mean to, of course. She was mortified afterward. Kept apologizing to anyone who would listen, even as the headmaster wrapped her in a blanket and ordered the rest of us to evacuate.”

Sebastian smirked, glancing at Evangeline. “Sounds familiar,” he quipped, his tone teasing but affectionate. “You should tell them about the time you confronted Lysander Clearwater. Turned the Great Hall into a bloody thunderstorm."

Evangeline chuckled awkwardly, her cheeks coloring as she sank back against the cushions. "Yes, thank you for the reminder, Sebastian."

Sebastian glanced at her uncles with a grin. "I'd gotten into a fight that day with Evangeline's ex during a game of Quidditch. Evie came bursting into the Great Hall at dinner time and summoned a bolt of lightning from the ceiling while telling him off. Destroyed the entire Ravenclaw table."

Benedict laughed heartily, his shoulders shaking as he reached for his teacup. “Destroyed the entire Ravenclaw table, you say? I knew I liked her.”

Evangeline’s blush intensified as she sunk further into the sofa, but Sebastian grinned, clearly enjoying her uncles’ reactions. “Not even the professors wanted to mess with her after that,” he added, his voice tinged with pride. “Even Sharp gave her a wide berth for a while.”

Cassian chuckled, his deep voice carrying an edge of amusement. “Sounds just like Rowena to me. By her seventh year, she had learned to control her magic well enough to perform feats just as impressive. But she was never one to use her power recklessly. She was full of heart and fiercely protective of those she cared about.”

Benedict hummed thoughtfully, leaning back in his chair. “Rowena certainly had a way of commanding respect—or fear—when it mattered most. But what we all loved about her was that, underneath all that power, she was just... Rowena. Brave, loyal, full of life.”

Percival smirked, glancing at Evangeline with a teasing glint in his eye. “She was named after Rowena Ravenclaw, you know. That's where Muldoons were sorted, back when our family attended Hogwarts, long before Durmstrang opened. And yet,” he added with a dramatic pause, “there’s not a doubt in my mind she would’ve been sorted into Gryffindor.”

Sebastian let out a bark of laughter, slapping his knee. “That’s exactly where Evangeline ended up!” he said, glancing at her with a grin. “No hesitation. The hat barely touched her head before it shouted Gryffindor.”

Evangeline groaned, hiding her face in her hands. “I’m not sure if I should be flattered or embarrassed.”

“Flattered,” Cassian said with a wink. “Absolutely flattered.”

Their shared laughter echoed through the room, a warmth filling the space that was unfamiliar yet comforting. These were the kinds of stories Evangeline had always dreamed of hearing—tales of her mother, her family, and the legacy she’d never known she was a part of.

Then, in the blink of an eye, the easy conversation was interrupted by the sudden flare of emerald flames in the hearth. The fire roared to life, its intensity drawing all eyes to the fireplace as two figures stepped through.

Ominis and Anne.

Their wands were drawn, their expressions tense and wary. Ominis’s movements were precise, his wand trained on the room as he positioned himself protectively in front of Anne. Her eyes darted around the space, scanning for danger, her wand trembling slightly in her grip.

Ominis’s voice was sharp and steady, cutting through the silence. “Evangeline, Sebastian—are you alright?”

Evangeline quickly rose from the sofa, her hands raised in a calming gesture. “We’re fine! Ominis, Anne, it’s alright. We're safe here.”

Sebastian was already on his feet as well, his protective instincts kicking in as he stepped forward. “Put your wands down,” he said firmly, though his voice carried a note of reassurance. “No one’s in danger.”

Anne’s voice wavered, her wand lowering slightly but not fully at ease. “You’re… you’re okay?”

Ominis, however, remained on edge, his wand steady and his posture rigid. "We... thought you'd been forced to write the letter to lure us here. You really expect us to believe that this isn’t a trap?”

Evangeline took a cautious step forward, keeping her movements slow and deliberate. “It’s not a trap, I swear. The letter was real, but we’re not in any danger—not from them.” She gestured to the Muldoons, who remained seated, watching the scene unfold with quiet patience.

Sebastian moved to his sister's side. “Look around,” he said, his tone calm but firm. “Does this look like the kind of place where we’re being held hostage?”

Anne hesitated, her gaze drifting from the Muldoons calm expressions to the steaming teapot on the table and the untouched plate of biscuits beside it. The room was warm and inviting, the crackling of the fire doing its best to soften her panic. Slowly, she lowered her wand, though her grip remained tight. “I… I don’t understand."

Ominis’s wand remained raised, his head tilting slightly as he listened to every shift and rustle in the room. “How do we know you’re not under some kind of enchantment?” he pressed, his voice sharp.

Cassian, who had been quietly observing from his chair, finally spoke, his tone measured. “I assure you, Mr. Gaunt, no one here is under any enchantment. You’re both welcome to verify it for yourselves if it puts your minds at ease.”

“And if there’s anything else we can do to prove we mean no harm," Benedict added softly, his expression kind but serious. “Just ask.”

Ominis flicked his wand with practiced precision, the faint shimmer of a wordless charm weaving through the air. A subtle pulse emanated outward, brushing over Sebastian and Evangeline before dissipating into the warm glow of the sitting room. His expression remained guarded as he carefully interpreted the results, searching for any signs of enchantments or potions. Finally, he let out a slow breath, his posture relaxing ever so slightly.

“They’re clear,” Ominis murmured in Anne's direction, his wand lowering at last. “No enchantments, no potions.”

Anne sagged slightly beside him, relief softening her features. “Then… why did you ask us to come?” she asked Sebastian, her voice quieter now but still tinged with confusion.

Her brother exhaled, his shoulders relaxing slightly now that Ominis was no longer poised for battle. He gestured toward a couple empty chairs. “It’s a long story, but we need your help. Please, sit.”

Anne and Ominis exchanged a glance, their unease lingering but less pronounced. Reluctantly, Anne lowered herself into one of the chairs, her fingers still twitching against her wand as if reluctant to let it go completely. Ominis followed suit, his movements deliberate as he settled into the chair beside her.

Cassian leaned forward, pouring fresh cups of tea and sliding them across the low table toward Ominis and Anne. His movements were unhurried, deliberate, as if trying to convey that there was no rush, no threat to be wary of. “We understand this is a lot to take in,” he began gently. “But I assure you, you’re among friends here.”

Ominis’s jaw tightened as he turned his head slightly toward Evangeline. “Friends?” he repeated, his tone sharp. “You’ll forgive me if I’m struggling to see how that fits with… everything.”

“They’re not behind what’s been happening, Ominis,” Evangeline said softly, taking her seat again beside Sebastian. “And they’ve been helping us figure out who is... and what to do about it.”

Anne frowned, her hands clutching the steaming teacup as if for comfort. “If it's not the Muldoons... then who is it?” she asked quietly, her gaze darting between Evangeline and Sebastian.

Evangeline exhaled, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. “Ominis, it’s your father,” she said softly.

The room fell into a thick silence, the weight of her words crashing down like a stone into still water. Ominis froze, his head tilting slightly as if trying to process the statement.

“I wish it weren’t,” Evangeline continued gently. “But everything we’ve uncovered points back to him—the letters, the poison, leaking my heritage, creating the rumors in the Prophet.”

Ominis’s hand tightened around the armrest of his chair, his knuckles turning white. His face was expressionless, his pale eyes staring blankly ahead. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, strained. “You’re certain?”

Percival leaned forward slightly, his expression calm but firm. “Everything we’ve pieced together confirms it,” he said. “Your father’s actions have been deliberate, calculated to disrupt and control. His motives are clear: he’s trying to manipulate the situation for his own ends, using Evangeline—and you—as pawns.”

Evangeline reached out hesitantly, placing her hand gently over Ominis’s. “This isn’t your fault,” she said firmly, her voice steady despite the swirl of emotions in her chest. “None of it is. Whatever he’s done, it doesn’t reflect on you.”

Ominis flinched slightly at her touch, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he let out a shuddering breath, his shoulders sagging under the weight of the revelation. “I should have seen it coming,” he murmured, his tone thick with regret. “I should have known he wouldn’t just let things be.”

“This is on Noctivus, not you.” Sebastian interjected, his voice firm.

“But that's why we asked you both to come," Evangeline explained. "We need to work together to put an end to this.”

Ominis tilted his head toward her, his expression shifting into one of cautious resolve. “What’s the plan, then?”

Cassian leaned forward, his expression calm but intent. “Traditionally, our family has remained absent from British pure-blood circles and politics. Frankly, we’ve always found them too… power-hungry for our taste."

Benedict nodded, adding, “Muldoons have always been scholars, not politicians or socialites. We’re more interested in protecting knowledge than in playing the power games so many pure-blood families engage in.”

"But… but your family sends its children to attend Durmstrang," Anne countered quietly. "And they only accept pure-bloods."

Cassian’s lips quirked slightly at Anne’s observation, his expression thoughtful. “That’s true,” he admitted, “but not for the reasons you might think. Durmstrang’s pure-blood policies were never the draw for our family. Our reasons were academic.”

Benedict leaned back, nodding in agreement. “Durmstrang allows for the study of magic in its raw, unrestricted forms—things other schools might consider too dangerous or controversial to teach."

Anne absorbed their words carefully, her brow furrowing. “So... your family has stayed out of British magical society to avoid its pure-blood politics. But now you’re saying you’re willing to involve yourselves?”

Cassian’s lips curved into a faint smile. “With Evangeline active in the Ministry and already making a name for herself in British magical circles, it’s time we made our presence known. Not only to support her but to defend our shared family name and values.”

Percival’s expression hardened slightly, his voice steady and resolute. "Indeed. And in doing so, we will show that we cannot, and will not, be manipulated. Noctivus Gaunt’s attempts to drag us into his schemes—using our name to further his agenda—cannot go unchallenged. And we have no problem making a very public statement to that effect.”

Ominis’s voice was tight as he finally spoke, his tone laced with guilt. “If it weren’t for me, Noctivus wouldn’t be involved at all. He wouldn’t have had a reason to target Evangeline.”

Evangeline shook her head firmly. “Ominis, he’s the one choosing to manipulate, to control. You’re not responsible for his actions.”

Ominis closed his eyes for a moment, as though trying to absorb her words, though his brow remained furrowed. “It’s hard not to feel that way,” he admitted, his voice quieter now. “Everything he’s done has been to maintain his control over me, and now it’s bleeding into your lives.”

Evangeline tightened her grip on Ominis’s hand briefly, a silent gesture of support. “And that’s why we need to confront him together. Not just to stop him but to make it clear that his games won’t work anymore.”

Ominis lifted his head, tilting it slightly toward her. “How?” he asked, his tone carrying both curiosity and caution.

Percival exchanged a glance with his brothers before speaking. “We believe his obsession with controlling you is the key, Ominis… and if we exploit it carefully, it will force his hand.”

Ominis’s brow furrowed. “You think he’ll make a move if I bait him?”

“Exactly,” Benedict said, his voice calm but resolute. “If you appear to be slipping further from his grasp—asserting your independence, moving forward with your life—he won’t be able to resist intervening.”

Anne’s grip tightened on her teacup, her knuckles whitening. “You’re asking him to provoke his father. That’s dangerous.”

“Not without safeguards,” Percival interjected, his tone steady. “The key is to ensure all of you are protected at every step while creating a scenario where Noctivus exposes himself.”

Ominis, who had been quietly listening, crossed his arms. “But how exactly do we do that? He’s not going to just walk into a trap.”

Cassian’s lips curved into a faint smile. “No, but he’ll walk into an opportunity to reassert his control.”

Evangeline leaned forward, her brow furrowed in thought. “So we give him that opportunity. A setting where he can’t resist trying to assert himself.”

Annalise, who had been quietly listening from her seat by the fire, leaned forward, her sharp hazel eyes glinting with intrigue. “What about a social event?” she asked, her voice thoughtful but carrying an edge of excitement. “Surely there’s something coming up that Noctivus and his wife can’t avoid attending.”

Evangeline glanced at Sebastian, who nodded slightly in agreement, before turning back to Annalise. “That… could work,” he agreed.

“The High Season Ball is coming up,” Ominis said, his voice measured but hesitant. His pale eyes gazed into the distance as if picturing the grandeur of the event. “It’s one of the most significant social events of the year. My parents never miss it.”

Anne, still clutching her teacup, glanced at him nervously. “Everyone important will be there. It’s practically designed for prominent pure-blood families to flaunt their influence.”

Cassian leaned forward, his gaze sharp and calculating. “A perfect setting, then. He won’t be able to resist showing face.”

Evangeline frowned, her fingers tightening around the edge of her chair. “But what exactly is the plan once we're there? He’s not just going to walk up to me in the middle of a crowded ballroom.”

“Of course not,” Benedict said, his tone calm. “He’ll send someone. Likely that false representative of our family again. We expose them, and by extension, Noctivus.”

Sebastian leaned back, his arms crossed as he absorbed their words. “You make it sound simple, but Noctivus isn’t stupid. If he suspects a setup, he’ll disappear before we can get close.”

“We’ll need Ominis to misdirect him,” Percival said, his voice steady and confident as he fixed his gaze on Ominis. “Perhaps... you make your father believe that you might be proposing to Miss Sallow. He’ll feel there’s no choice but to intervene.”

The room went still as the weight of Percival’s suggestion sank in. Ominis’s pale eyes widened slightly, his head tilting toward him as if he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard.

Benedict leaned forward, his tone reassuring. “Simply... plant the idea in his mind—let him believe that you’re about to formalize your relationship. It would almost certainly provoke him."

“...And what happens when Noctivus takes the bait?” Anne asked quietly, gaze flitting between the Muldoons.

“When his representative approaches Evangeline," Cassian said, gesturing between his family. "We’ll be there to intervene. Force their hand publicly.”

“Publicly,” Ominis repeated, his tone wary. “You mean making a scene at the ball.”

“Yes,” Cassian said simply. "We'll all be in attendance, ready to make a statement nobody can ignore."

Percival leaned forward, his expression serious. “Your father won’t be able to recover from the humiliation. Not with us there to confirm the false representative was acting on his behalf.”

Anne frowned, her gaze fixed on Ominis. “And you’re sure your father will act? That this will be enough to draw him out?”

“...It will,” Ominis said after a long pause, his voice quiet but certain. He straightened slightly, his resolve hardening. “My father has spent my entire life ensuring I toe the line. If he thinks I’m stepping out of his control, he won’t be able to resist.”

“And when Noctivus steps in, we’ll be ready,” Evangeline said firmly.

Annalise hummed. "I've always wanted to attend a British wizarding event," she shot a glance at her father. "Too bad it has to be under such dramatic circumstances."

“At least it’ll be memorable, Annalise," Percival shrugged, exchanging an amused glance with his wife.

Evangeline couldn’t help but chuckle softly, though her thoughts were already racing ahead. She turned to Ominis. “But are you sure about this?” she asked gently. “It’s a lot to ask, especially knowing how he might react. If you’re uncomfortable…”

Ominis exhaled deeply, his pale eyes fixed on nothing as he nodded. “If this is what it takes to end his games and protect everyone, then yes. I’ll do it.”

Anne, still visibly uneasy, reached over and squeezed his hand. “We’ll do it,” she corrected.

Cassian straightened, his gaze sweeping over the group. “Then it’s settled. We’ll work out the finer details over the next few days. It’s going to take precision, but if we play our cards right, this will end with Noctivus exposed and powerless over you four.”

Annalise smirked. “Then I’d say it’s time for a toast!" She reached for her teacup, raising it with a flourish and a sly grin. “To dramatic entrances, scandalous revelations, and bringing down self-righteous schemers. I’d say we have our work cut out for us.”

Percival chuckled, raising his own cup in return. “And to family—new alliances, shared goals, and proving that no one manipulates a Muldoon without consequence.”

Evangeline smiled faintly, reaching for her cup, her fingers brushing against Sebastian’s as he grabbed his own.

The group exchanged looks, the moment imbued with an unexpected yet welcome sense of unity. For all their differences, their backgrounds, and the challenges ahead, they were a team now.

As the conversation and camaraderie faded into a comfortable quiet, Freya, Cassian’s wife, leaned forward in her chair. Her warm smile was accompanied by a glance toward the clock above the mantel. “It’s getting late,” she said gently, her voice tinged with concern. “I know there’s still much to discuss, but it would be better to continue in the morning when we’re all rested.”

Sebastian nodded in agreement, the weight of the evening beginning to settle into his shoulders. Evangeline’s hand rested lightly on his knee, and he could feel her exhaustion as much as his own. Ominis, too, looked pale and drained, and Anne’s fingers had never quite left her teacup, her tension evident even now.

Freya rose gracefully, smoothing her robes as she did so. “You four are not going anywhere tonight,” she announced in a tone that brooked no argument. “Cassian and I have more than enough space here, and it would put my mind at ease knowing you’re all safe under our roof.”

Evangeline's mouth opened and closed. “We wouldn’t want to impose…”

“Nonsense,” Freya interjected, waving a dismissive hand. “Our elves will see to it that you’re comfortable. Besides,” she added, her tone softening, “we’re family, aren’t we?”

Evangeline felt a sudden warmth bloom in her chest at the words. The Muldoons might have been a mystery for nearly her entire life, but in this moment, they felt like the family she’d always yearned for.

Freya clapped her hands lightly, summoning two house-elves who appeared with faint pops. “Fetch some pajamas and anything else our guests might need,” she instructed them with practiced ease. “Bring them to the fourth floor guest rooms, please."

The elves bowed deeply before vanishing as swiftly as they’d come. Freya turned to the group, gesturing toward the door. “Come along. I’ll show you to the rooms myself.”

Evangeline rose, her movement mirrored by Sebastian, who lingered close at her side. Ominis and Anne followed suit, their earlier unease replaced with quiet exhaustion. After saying goodnight to the rest of the Muldoons, the four of them they trailed after Freya as she led them up the grand staircase, their footsteps muffled by the thick carpets as she led them through the grand halls of the manor.

The fourth floor was quiet and tastefully decorated, the warm hues of the wood and soft candlelight creating an inviting atmosphere. Freya paused outside a pair of large, intricately carved doors.

“These will be your rooms,” she said, opening one door and gesturing for Anne and Ominis to step inside. The room was spacious yet cozy, with a large four-poster bed draped in rich, dark green linens and an elegant sitting area by the window.

Anne glanced around, her eyes widening slightly. “This is… beautiful,” she said softly.

Ominis tilted his head slightly, his hand brushing against the doorframe as he stepped inside. “Thank you,” he said quietly.

Freya smiled warmly. “Of course. If you need anything, just summon one of the house elves using the bell. They’ll be happy to assist.”

She turned to Evangeline and Sebastian, leading them a few doors down to another room. This one was similarly appointed, though the linens were a deep crimson, the warm color lending the room a different kind of charm. The bed was large, and the sitting area by the hearth looked just as inviting.

“I thought you might prefer this room, seeing as you're a Gryffindor” Freya said with a smile. “I’ll leave you two to settle in. The elves will bring up your things shortly.”

“Thank you, Lady Muldoon,” Evangeline said sincerely, her hazel eyes meeting the woman’s.

Freya’s smile softened. “Please, call me Freya. And don't mention it. You’re family, Evangeline.” She inclined her head slightly before retreating down the hall, leaving them to their rest.

Sebastian leaned against the doorframe, his gaze sweeping over the room before landing on Evangeline. “Well, this is... certainly not what I expected."

Evangeline hummed softly, shaking her head as she moved toward the sitting area, sinking into one of the chairs. “I... can’t believe how much has happened tonight.”

Sebastian crossed the room, his steps deliberate and quiet as he reached her side. He didn’t sit immediately, instead standing over her for a moment. The firelight flickered across his face, highlighting the concern etched into his features.

“How are you holding up?” he asked, his voice low but steady. “This... I can't imagine how much it is for you to take in.”

Evangeline leaned back in the chair, letting out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. She stared at the fire for a long moment before meeting his gaze. “It is,” she admitted, her voice quieter than usual. "I spent most of my life thinking I’d never know anything about my family. And now, in one night, I’ve learned more than I ever thought possible.”

Sebastian crouched down in front of her, resting his hands on her knees. His proximity was grounding, his brown eyes steady and unflinching as they searched hers. “And how does that feel?” he asked gently. “Scary? Good? Both?”

Evangeline gave a soft laugh, her lips twitching into a faint smile. “Both,” she said honestly. “It’s overwhelming. So much has changed in just the past week. Suddenly I’ve got this family, their support. And…” Her words faltered, but her eyes didn’t leave his. “You.”

Sebastian’s expression softened. Slowly, he reached up, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from her face before his hand settled gently against her cheek. “You’ve always had me, Evie,” he murmured, his smile warm and full of quiet pride. “But now you’ve got them, too. And I’m so damn happy for you. They’re finally stepping up to be the kind of family you’ve always deserved.”

His thumb traced a soft line along her cheekbone as he continued, his voice dropping to something more intimate. “And, Merlin, I’m so proud of you. The way you’ve handled all of this—learning about them, piecing everything together, even planning to face Noctivus head-on—you’re handling it better than most people would. Honestly, I’m... I'm amazed at how calm you’ve been.”

Evangeline laughed softly, the sound carrying a mix of exhaustion and amusement. “Calm? I don’t feel calm, Sebastian. I feel like my head is spinning. One moment, I’m finding out that my mother’s family has a library full of ancient magic secrets, and the next, we’re planning to expose Noctivus Gaunt at one of the biggest social events of the year.”

Sebastian shook his head, his smile returning, laced with quiet affection. “You say that, but you’ve been steady through all of it—asking the right questions, holding your ground, even when it couldn’t have been easy. That’s no small thing.”

Evangeline leaned into his touch, her hand lifting to rest lightly over his where it cupped her cheek. “It’s certainly easier with you here,” she said softly.

Sebastian opened his mouth to respond, his gaze softening even further, but before he could speak, a gentle knock at the door interrupted the moment. Evangeline blinked, her focus shifting toward the sound, though her hand remained on his.

“Come in,” Sebastian called.

The door creaked open to reveal a small house-elf, their oversized ears twitching nervously as they stepped inside. In their arms, they carried two neatly folded sets of pajamas, the fabrics clearly of fine quality, though understated.

“Begging your pardon,” the elf squeaked, bowing low, “but Lady Freya asked us to bring these for your comfort.”

Sebastian pushed himself to his feet and offered the elf a nod of gratitude. “Thank you, that's very kind."

The elf shuffled forward, setting the pajamas on a nearby table with great care before straightening again. “If you need anything else, Mr. Sallow, Miss Sterling, just ring the bell by your bed. We’ll come right away,” they said, their voice earnest.

Evangeline smiled warmly, her earlier tension easing slightly. “Thank you. Truly.”

The house-elf gave another low bow before scurrying out of the room, the door clicking shut behind them. For a moment, silence lingered, the interruption breaking the weight of their earlier conversation but not entirely unwelcome.

Sebastian glanced at the folded pajamas, then back at Evangeline, his lips curving into a faint smirk. “Well, at least they’re considerate hosts,” he quipped, his teasing tone light but warm.

Evangeline chuckled softly, rising from the chair to inspect the pajamas. She ran her fingers over the fabric, her smile widening. “These are nicer than anything I own,” she said, the humor in her voice tinged with disbelief.

Sebastian’s smirk softened as he stepped closer, his hand lightly brushing down the curve of Evangeline’s back. He leaned in, his lips hovering near her ear as he murmured, “Let's see you in them, then.”

Evangeline rolled her eyes, though the faint blush rising to her cheeks betrayed her. “Subtle,” she muttered, her tone wry, though she didn't move away.

Sebastian’s hands slipped to rest on her waist. “Subtlety has never been my strong suit,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “Now, turn around.”

Evangeline hesitated for only a moment before complying, turning her back to him and letting out a small sigh of relief as his hands began to work at the laces of her corset. His touch was deft but unhurried, his movements steady and careful.

“Relax,” he murmured, his voice a soft rumble as he worked. “I’ve got you.”

Her shoulders sagged slightly as his words settled over her, and she allowed herself to lean back just a fraction, trusting his steady hands.

With everything loosened, Sebastian's focus shifted to sliding the corset vest off her shoulders. He folded it carefully, setting it aside before his hands returned to her waist, his touch grounding and unhurried.

"Lift your arms." He instructed gently.

Evangeline obliged, raising her arms slowly as Sebastian's hands slid to the hem of her blouse. With deliberate care, he began to pull it upward. The fabric rustled softly as he lifted it over her head, exposing the smooth curve of her shoulders and the pale expanse of her skin.

Sebastian's gaze roamed her figure briefly with quiet admiration, the flickering firelight casting a soft glow over her.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said simply, the words falling from his lips as if they were the most natural thing in the world. His voice carried no pretense, no tease, no expectation—just a sincerity that made Evangeline’s cheeks flush anew.

She ducked her head slightly, a soft laugh escaping her. "Thanks," she mumbled, averting her eyes as Sebastian turned her back around to face him, his hands now moving to the button of her green trousers.

With the waistband loosened, he tugged the fabric down over her hips and legs then crouched slightly, helping her step out of them. His hands brushed lightly against her ankles before Sebastian straightened, setting the trousers aside with the same care he’d shown her blouse and corset.

Evangeline stood before him now, clad in her bra and underwear, the firelight casting warm shadows across her skin. His gaze swept over her, his pupils wide, then he stepped closer, his lips brushing hers in a kiss that was soft and lingering.

“Let’s get you comfortable,” he murmured against her lips, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Evangeline gave him a faint smile, her blush deepening as Sebastian’s hands moved to the clasp of her bra, his fingers deftly undoing it with a precision that made her chuckle softly.

The garment slipped from her shoulders, and she caught it in her hands, discarding it to the side before feeling the soft brush of the pajama shirt as Sebastian held it out for her. She slid her arms into the sleeves, and he carefully did up the buttons, the rich fabric settling comfortably against her skin.

“There,” he said, his voice low and satisfied as he adjusted the collar gently. “Now for the bottoms..."

He reached for the matching pajama pants then kneeled down, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Step in,” he said softly, holding them open for her.

Evangeline steadied herself with a hand on his shoulder, stepping one foot, then the other into the soft fabric. Sebastian eased the garment up her legs, his hands brushing lightly against her skin as he pulled the waistband into place.

“Now,” he said, standing and brushing off his hands as if to mark the task complete. “You’re officially ready for bed."

Evangeline chuckled and she reached out to take his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “You’re too good to me, you know that?”

Sebastian tilted his head, his grin softening into something more earnest. “I like looking after you. Not that you make it easy, mind.”

Evangeline stepped closer, her free hand resting lightly against his chest as her eyes searched his. "I’m lucky."

Sebastian chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. “Likewise." He let his hand linger on her back for a moment before gently nudging her toward the en suite bathroom. “Now, off you go. Brush your teeth. We need sleep—we’ve got a big day tomorrow.”

Evangeline turned to look at him, her lips curving into a playful pout. “Only if you wait to change,” she teased, her tone light but daring. “I want a show.”

Sebastian froze for a heartbeat, blinking at her bluntness, before a surprised laugh escaped him. “A show?"

She shrugged, feigning innocence. “Fair’s fair.”

Still laughing, Sebastian held his hands up in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. You win. We'll brush our teeth, then I'll be ready for my grand performance.”

Evangeline grinned and turned toward the bathroom, throwing him a sly look over her shoulder as he followed her inside.

They stood side by side, their reflections framed in the mirror as they brushed their teeth with the fresh toothbrushes they found on the counter, the comfortable silence punctuated only by the rustling of their movements.

Evangeline rinsed her mouth and leaned against the counter, watching him as he finished. Sebastian raised a brow, spitting into the sink before rinsing his own mouth. “Can I help you?"

“Oh, just waiting for the performance to start,” she teased, her tone light but with a hint of challenge.

Sebastian chuckled, shaking his head as he dried his hands on a nearby towel. "Alright, let’s see if I can live up to expectations.” He motioned toward the main room with a flourish. “Shall we?”

Evangeline followed him back out, her grin widening as he turned to face her. Sebastian paused, his eyes narrowing as if sizing her up, then tugged off his shirt with deliberate slowness, the motion revealing the defined lines of his chest and shoulders. He tossed the shirt to the side, smirking as he caught her wide-eyed gaze.

“Living up to expectations so far?”

Evangeline tilted her head, pretending to consider. “Hmm, I don’t know,” she said, though the blush rising to her cheeks betrayed her enjoyment. “I think you’ll have to keep going for me to decide.”

Sebastian laughed, a deep, genuine sound, and moved to the waistband of his trousers. He kept his movements slow, exaggeratedly so, as he unbuttoned them and slid them down his legs. When he straightened, clad only in his boxers, he spread his arms in mock presentation. “Well?”

Evangeline leaned back against the edge of the bed, her eyes sweeping over him with no attempt to hide her appreciation. “Not bad,” she admitted with a small smirk. “Though I think I’d need an encore to be absolutely sure.”

Sebastian stepped out of his pants fully, kicking them aside before closing the distance between them with a slow, deliberate stride. The playful smirk on his lips grew as he leaned down slightly, his face just inches from hers.

“If you want to see me naked, Evie,” he teased, his voice low and smooth, “you could just say so.”

Evangeline’s lips parted, but no words came out. She blinked up at him, the blush on her cheeks deepening to a vibrant crimson. Sebastian chuckled softly, the sound warm and rich as he tilted her chin up gently with his fingers. His gaze lingered on her lips for a heartbeat before he leaned in, brushing a brief but firm kiss against them.

The press of his lips left her breathless, her mind reeling as he pulled back, his smirk firmly intact. Sebastian straightened, grabbing the folded pajamas from the table with an air of nonchalance. “But,” he said casually, unfolding the pajama pants and shaking them out, “you’ll have to wait for that.”

Evangeline blinked, her flustered state giving way to a mix of amusement and incredulity. “Excuse me?”

Sebastian shot her a knowing grin as he slid into the pajama pants, the loose fabric settling comfortably around his hips. “We need to sleep, Evie,” he said, his tone light but resolute.

Evangeline balked, her mouth falling open slightly as she stared at him. “You’re just going to leave me hanging?”

Sebastian reveled in her reaction, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. “What?” he asked innocently, slipping his arms into the pajama shirt. “I thought I delivered quite the show.”

She narrowed her eyes playfully and took a step closer, reaching out to stop his hands. “The least you can do,” she said, her voice firm but tinged with teasing, “is leave the shirt off. After all, you already made a spectacle of yourself.”

Sebastian raised a brow, his grin widening. “Oh, so you admit it was a spectacle?”

“Don’t push your luck,” she shot back, though the corner of her mouth quirked up into a smile.

With a theatrical sigh, Sebastian let the shirt drop back onto the table. “Fine. But only because I’m such a generous person.” He smirked as he stepped closer, taking her hand and gently pulling her back toward the bed. “Now, come on. You’ve had your fun.”

Evangeline allowed herself to be guided, her earlier flustered state replaced by a warm sense of contentment as he pulled back the covers for her. She slid in, the soft sheets cool against her skin, and watched as Sebastian joined her, his movements unhurried and deliberate.

He settled beside her, one arm draped over her waist as he pulled her close.

“Goodnight, Evie,” Sebastian murmured, his voice soft and steady as his hand gently brushed over her hip. “I love you.”

Evangeline smiled, her fingers curling lightly around his. “Goodnight,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. “I love you too.”

As the room fell into silence, the steady rhythm of their breathing eventually syncing, Evangeline felt the weight of the day finally lift. For all the chaos and uncertainty ahead, in this moment, she was safe, secure, and deeply loved.

And with that thought, she drifted off to sleep in Sebastian’s arms.

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