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festivalsofmargot · 2 years ago

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how do you think Ominis, Garreth, and Sebastian would react to a jealous reader being jealous because someone else was being flirty and asking them to the Yule Ball?

The 3 Boys & Your Jealousy

{Garreth Weasley/Ominis Gaunt/Sebastian Sallow x GN!Reader}

Word Count:

Garreth: ~ 1500 words

Ominis: ~ 1700 words

Sebastian: ~ 1400 words

Warnings: Kissing, Fluff, Angst

Author’s Note: Lord, I’m having so much fun with these requests. Thank you, anon!!! I tried to make them all have different reactions to reader getting jealous, but I know they’d all secretly love it lmfao. So it’s a little similar, but it’s definitely the 3 boys enjoying it in their own way. Have a fun time, everyone 🥰 Hope you’re all having a good day ❤

Songs (if interested):

Garreth’s song: You Stupid Bitch - girl in red

Ominis’ song: Silence / akiaura - hentai boys, akiaura

Sebastian’s song: My Kind of Woman - Mac DeMarco

Garreth:

“I feel like you’ve been avoiding me. Did I do something wrong?” Garreth Weasley had come up to you and asked. For someone who was asking if something was wrong, he could look a bit more concerned. Rather than just munching on his apple, looking at it like it was the only thing that had his full attention.

You took a deep breath and rubbed at your temple roughly. You were overreacting and you knew it, but dammit you couldn’t help but hate him at the moment. “No Garreth, I’m just not in the best mood today.”

“Well, talk to me.” He plopped himself down on the Central Hall fountain bench next to you. “Some have called me a good listener.” He took another bite of his apple, obnoxiously loud.

“Not right now. Why don’t you go bother someone else?”

“Who else could I bother like this? You and I got a good thing going.” He haphazardly joked.

“How about your date to the ball? That’s a good place to start if you ask me.”

He furrowed his brows, trying to decipher what you were talking about. Then he remembered Samantha Dale had asked him to be his date the night before. “Oh! You know about that? How does word travel so fast in such a huge castle?” He wondered aloud with his mouth full, looking at his apple as he turned it in his hand.

Merlin, you didn’t know why you were so head over heels for Garreth Weasley. Something about his carefree, aloof attitude made you fluttery all over. You wanted to smack him just as much as you wanted to kiss him.

Truth be told, you were convinced he was going to ask you to The Yule Ball. But once you saw Samantha Dale talking with him about it and seeing how big his smile was, you became so frustrated with yourself for ever thinking such a thing. How could you have been so wrong about his signs? You shouldn’t have assumed your flirty banter together was something special between the two of you. You had no one to blame but yourself.

“Look Garreth, I’m pretty busy. Samantha will be better company than me today.” You took out the essay you were halfway finished with and began writing, hoping he would take the hint.

He was about to take another bite of his apple when the pieces came together in his brain. You think I said yes to Samantha... and you're jealous.

It was hard to keep calm when he felt so elated. He had been pining for you since 5th year and never had the courage to confess his feelings. Being with you as a friend was better than risking not being with you at all. But here you were, acting as green as his eyes. Becoming jumpy, he scratched the back of his head and looked away from you, trying to bite back his delighted smile.

“So...” He began as casually as he could, “You don’t like the idea of me going to the ball with Samantha?”

You stiffened. Am I caught? You swallowed the lump in your throat. “I don’t care who you go with, Weasley.”

You used his last name instead of his first, that was how he always knew if you were upset with him. In this particular moment, he took a dark pleasure in it. “Well, it sounds like you care a little.”

You looked up from your essay to the marble floor in front of you and clenched your jaw, trying to calm your irritated nerves and stop yourself from saying something you’d regret. “It doesn’t matter if I care. Go with who you want.” You went back to your essay.

“But you care.” He slid closer to you so that his thigh was touching yours. Your whole body tensed and you shifted your leg away, disgusted at his brazenness to continue flirting with you when he was going to the ball with someone else.

“I’m going to work in my room.” You pulled your belongings together and left your place next to him.

Garreth got up and followed you easily, finishing the last of his apple and tossing it in a nearby bin. He rubbed the back of his hand across his mouth to wipe off any apple juice. Maybe he could wipe off his idiotic smile while he was at it too.

You could feel his chest practically against your back as he followed close in pursuit. “Leave me alone, Garreth. I’m really not in the mood today.” You growled at him, but he didn’t let up.

He took glances around as he kept up with you. Once he was confident no one was looking, he grabbed your arm and pulled you into a nearby, empty corridor.

“What are you -”

“Tell me you’re jealous. I want to hear you say it.”

His words sent your mind through a whirlwind and you shoved him away. “You got some nerve, going to the ball with Samantha and going after me like this -”

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake! I turned her down. School gossip failed to mention that part, I see.” He interjected. “Now let me have this a little longer.” He stepped closer to you, daring you to push him away again. “This thing where you want me all to yourself, I think I really like it.” His words came off as a jest, but he was genuinely aroused.

You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to determine if he was being truthful or just trying to keep up his flirty banter with you. But your icy glare at him through your lashes only made him more feral rather than intimidated.

“I -” He cleared his throat, regaining composure. “I’ve been looking for you all day so I could ask you to the ball, but you kept dodging me.”

“Garreth, if this is some sort of messed up joke where you try to get two dates to the ball -”

“It’s not. But, that is a fun idea.” He quipped, hoping it would lighten the mood.

Sighing, you turned on your heel to walk away.

“Sorry sorry sorry, bad joke, bad time.” He grabbed your wrist, panicked. “But I’m serious about taking you. I really want to take you.” He swallowed thickly and held your wrist in his hand. “Would you... want that too?” As he waited for you to respond, he had started stroking your skin with his thumb, unaware he was doing so.

His hopeful look along with his tone had managed to convince you he was being truthful. This was the first step either of you had taken beyond flirty banter, and it had you finally soften to him that day. You looked at his hand on your wrist and adjusted so you could entwine your fingers through his. His heart nearly burst out of his chest. Was this finally happening?

You looked up at him then, but locked on his lips rather than his eyes. Heat formed in his abdomen at your gaze. He used his free hand to cup your jaw. The dark look in your eyes told him you had the same severe craving for him as he did you. He eased towards you and brushed his lips over yours.

He pulled back to gauge your reaction. You looked at him with wide eyes and for a brief moment, he thought he had messed up and taken it too far. But all that panic went away when you dropped your books and threw your arms around him, seizing his lips, taking all coyness between you two and throwing it out the window.

Your sudden burst had rocked him both physically and mentally. Gripping you back, hard and fast, he steadied himself, stepping on your essay as he did so. He matched your eager mouth movements with just as much intensity.

Needing to come back up for air, you pulled back. You looked at each other, breathless. All that tension between you two through the years had finally been able to get released at least somewhat.

“You looked so happy when Samantha asked you. I assumed you said yes.” You told him, still catching your breath.

He hadn’t realized you had been there to see Samantha asking him to the ball. He was both sorry you didn’t catch him rejecting her and sorry you had to catch it at all. Merlin only knows how he would have handled watching someone else asking you. “She’s a good friend, I mean I wasn’t going to scowl or laugh her off. I was letting her down as easy as I could.”

“I’m sorry I was jealous.”

He kept his face close to yours and glanced back at your lips, ready for more. “I’m sorry I enjoyed it.”

“No, you’re not.”

“I’m not.” He captured your lips once more.

Ominis:

Ominis was in a full on panic. He hadn’t the faintest idea what he had done wrong. He may be blind, but he could sense, clear as day, that you were upset with him.

He was pacing back and forth in his dorm room when he was supposed to be at dinner. The sickness he felt had made it hard for him to want to digest anything.

He had been up at all hours of the night thinking about how he was going to ask you to The Yule Ball. But every time he tried to approach you that day, you’d take your leave. He thought he would have gotten his chance in History of Magic class, but everything seemed off. You usually tried to sit close to him and brush your fingers along his, it excited him each and every time. But today, he felt as if you were sitting as far as you possibly could from him.

He was trying to think back on everything that happened before you became so drastically distant. The last time he remembers you two being fine was when he had finally built up the courage to ask you that morning.

Sebastian had pushed him to do it and fueled his ego to prep him, affirming that he saw the way you looked at him and how you weren’t so subtle about it. He was filled with so much joy, he couldn’t stop himself from smiling like a buffoon when he went to talk to you.

“Ominis!” You had greeted him so cheerfully, it had removed any doubt in what Sebastian told him. As he was about to greet you back, Adelaide Oakes had touched his shoulder from behind to grab his attention. She then went on and on about how she fancied him, and took the ball as her chance to finally tell him how she felt. He had never been so overwhelmed with romantic attention in his life, it only fueled his confidence more. His words came out in a stutter to Adelaide to thank her but decline. It was difficult to turn someone down while grinning like a fool.

“I um - I'll leave you two to it.” He heard you say before he finished speaking with Adelaide. Your footsteps behind him had walked away so fast, he would have believed it if you were running. And ever since, for some reason you’ve been... oh. It hit him then. You must have assumed he was going to say yes to Adelaide. You couldn’t possibly be jealous, could you? If you were, he needed to find you and fix this immediately. But damn him if he wasn’t a bit thrilled at the idea.

He had his wand guide him to the first place he thought you could be in, the astronomy tower. It was late in the day, he was sure you’d be there. As he made his way up, he found his excitement at your jealousy swelling. You weren’t jealous because he was a Gaunt, a descendant of Salazar Slytherin, going with someone else. No, you were jealous because he was Ominis, a boy you liked for who he was, going with someone else. Or so you thought.

When his wand brought him to the astronomy tower and sensed you were close, he felt a bit of pride that he knew you as well as he thought he did. But he steadied himself, remembering you were upset with him. Coming at you beaming probably wasn’t the best approach.

“Ominis? What brings you here?” Your voice was monotone, nowhere near as pleased to see him as you were earlier.

He was relieved you were willing to speak to him rather than run off. “I needed to talk to you. Figured you’d be up here.” He approached cautiously.

You furrowed your brows, wondering what he could possibly need you for. Oh you’d just die if he wanted to ask for advice on how to treat Adelaide well at the ball. You turned away from him and lazily looked through your telescope. “Probably best we talk tomorrow.”

“You’re upset with me.”

You peeked up at him briefly, knowing it wasn’t fair to be, then went back to your telescope. You exhaled, inwardly chiding yourself. Ominis doesn’t owe you anything. “I’m sorry, I’ve just... had a lot on my mind.”

His wand guided him to the railing you were near and he leaned himself against it. “I’m all ears.” Part of him wanted to clear everything up as soon as possible, but another, increasingly louder part of him wanted to hear you confess that you were jealous, confess that you didn’t want anyone else to have him but you. So, he dared to play coy a little longer.

“You don’t want to hear what I have to say.”

“Try me.” The way he said it had taken you aback, as if he was telling you, not asking you, to talk to him.

“And what if I don’t want to tell you?” You looked back up at him, a bit of venom coming through.

He took a few steps towards your voice. I think I like this game. He knew he shouldn’t find your jealousy this exhilarating, but he did. He wanted it to absorb you until you couldn’t stand it anymore.

The look on his face stirred something fierce in you and you tried to take a quiet, calming breath. You hoped he wouldn’t hear you doing so, but he did, and it only added fuel to his fire.

“I don’t hear you walking away, so I think you do want to tell me.” He reached out for your robes and pulled at you to come closer to him.

You had been weak for Ominis Gaunt since 5th year, so you obliged. But you didn’t do so without internally screaming at yourself for being such a fool.

Despite being so close, you kept your hands to yourself, he noted. But he could sense your body tensing and he knew you were close to talking. He just needed to hold out a bit longer, push you just so in the right direction. “You’re angry with me, tell me why.” He knew why.

“I shouldn’t be angry with you.”

“Yet you are.”

“I am.”

“Tell me what I’ve done.”

“You... haven’t done anything.”

His grip moved from your robe to your waist, he could feel you shift at his touch, but you didn’t pull away. “I have, tell me.”

“You know, you shouldn’t be up here with me alone, touching me like you are. Wouldn’t want Adelaide or me getting the wrong idea, would you?” He could hear the bitterness in your voice, and it was sending him over the edge. You shoved his hand away and went to the railing, leaning forward and looking out. “I don’t think you mean to, Ominis. But you’re really messing with my head. Looking as happy as you were when Adelaide asked you to the ball, and now you’re here acting like you care for me.”

He followed your voice again and came up behind you. His hands found your shoulders and he comfortingly slid them down to your biceps. His touch still had the same, nerve-racking affect on you. You shrugged him off and turned to face him. He put both hands on the railing on either side of you, trapping you in. “I do care for you.”

As a friend. You wanted to finish for him. Him saying this to you knowing he was going to The Yule Ball with Adelaide hurt. Ominis was the last person who should be comforting you. “I need to go.” You nearly choked, heartbreak constricting your throat. But Ominis kept you blocked in, he wasn’t going to let you leave.

“Tell me why I’ve upset you.”

Being in this position with him had an inferno swirling in you. Being able to see his pale, blue eyes this close had any fight in you vanish. “I wanted... you to ask me to The Yule Ball today. I wanted you to go with me, not Adelaide.”

He leaned forward towards your neck and brushed his nose along your skin.

Your melancholy turned into something else at his touch, something more throbbing. You reached your hands up along his chest, felt his heartrate pick up along with yours. “I want you to be with me.” You confessed in a whisper.

He began to kiss at your neck and you fisted the fabric of his uniform to keep yourself upright. He kissed up your neck, along your jaw, feeling his way to find your lips. He got to the corner of your mouth and pulled back just slightly, leaning his forehead against yours.

“I want you all to myself.”

He crashed his lips into yours. Your hands held tight to his shirt to keep him close. He took his hands off the railing to wrap his arms around your waist, his place against your mouth feeling all the more secure. You nipped at his bottom lip and he couldn’t help but let out a throaty “mmh.”

He often tried to imagine what it would feel like to kiss you, the taste of your lips, the sensation of your hands roaming him as pretty as you pleased. This moment had been better than anything he conjured up in his head. He had never envisioned how much hot need would be in it until he had you there in his arms.

You tried to push him away suddenly, but he kept at you, not yet having had his fill. “Wait -” You caved for a brief moment and kissed him back, then pulled away again. “What about -”

“I said no to Adelaide.” He went back to your lips, then to your neck to explain himself so you’d stop pulling away. “I was going to ask you. But you ran off.” He hoped that was enough to stop any further questions, because his mind was already onto more pressing matters. He had heard that sucking on someone’s neck would leave marks, he decided to try it on you then.

You bit your lip, trying to keep your eyes from rolling into the back of your head. “You um -” You cleared your throat, “You still want to ask me?”

“I will, but let’s not talk right now.”

Sebastian:

“What has gotten into you today?” Sebastian caught you off guard, shutting the greenhouse door behind him. You were tending to the carnivorous plants for Professor Garlick, you being the only student she really entrusted with such duties.

You glanced at him over your shoulder, then brought your focus back to the plants. “I’m a little busy right now, Sebastian.”

He had never heard you speak to him with such acidity, you might as well have slapped him in the face. You had been in a sour mood with him all day. Of all the times for you to be upset with him, why did it have to be the day he had finally decided to confess his feelings and ask you to The Yule Ball? He strode to your side and bore his gaze into you, willing you to face him and explain yourself.

You didn’t give in and continued tending to the chomping cabbages. Sebastian was the last person you wanted to see. After everything the two of you had gone through, all the glimpses you gave each other, all the near kisses, how could it not mean the same for him as it did you? Was his overprotectiveness for you something brotherly rather than romantic? You felt so stupid having mixed the two. You had fallen so deeply in love with him through the years, and now you’ve come to find he doesn’t see you in that way. He made it very obvious how smitten he was when Grace Pinch-Smedley fawned over him, professing her love and asking him to the ball.

“At least tell me what's upset you so.” He said sternly, interrupting your tragic thoughts.

You knew you should wait until your anger dissipated before speaking with him, but in that moment you didn’t care. You set down your gardening tools and turned to face him.

“How about we talk about you first, Sebastian?”

He let out a frustrated exhale through his nose and crossed his arms over his chest. “What about me?”

“I saw you and Grace speaking this morning, seems you were quite pleased with yourself. Care to share?”

He quirked his brow, not sure where you were heading with this. He remembered Grace speaking with him, but he didn’t remember feeling ‘pleased with himself’. “You saw Grace and I, did you?”

“I did.” You turned back to the chomping cabbages then. “Seems she was doing more than just asking you to the ball.”

He inwardly cringed at the memory. He was flattered at her confession, sure. But the part where he had to reject her had really taken away anything pleasant about the moment. “She told me she had been... harboring feelings for me.” He got shifty thinking back on it, getting rejected after spilling your guts like that must be dreadful.

You took note of his body language, and rosy cheeks. It was salt in the wound and the scowl on your face deepened. “No need to be so bloody bashful about it, Sebastian.” You mumbled.

He stilled then. You thought he was ‘bashful’ thinking back on his interaction with Grace? The gears in his brain started turning.

In that moment, you figured this was your last chance to lay it all out there for him. Since Grace very blatantly told him she wanted more than just a date to the ball, best to tell him how you felt now before they were officially together.

You turned to him fully. “Sebastian, do you care for me?”

His heart began racing and he straightened. “Of course.”

“Like you care for Anne and Ominis?"

“I do.” He said with conviction.

“So, like a sibling?”

“I - Well, I -”

“Because I don’t care for you like a brother, Sebastian.” You took a step towards him.

He was entranced, listening close to everything you had to say. The air between you two grew thick and it clicked for him then. The possessiveness he usually felt over you was now what you were feeling over him. You were under the impression he accepted Grace’s feelings... and you can’t stand it. A rousing sensation shot through him. He wanted to see what more you would do with this newfound greediness for him.

“Perhaps you should have gotten to me before Grace did.” It was bold. He knew he was treading on thin ice, but seeing you act in the way he usually did was a turn of the tables he never knew he wanted to see. He was going to egg you on, get as much of this avaricious side out of you as he could before you devoured him like the plants in this room wanted to.

You reached out to him and began trifling with his tie. He stood perfectly still, afraid that if he moved you’d get discouraged and release him. “Are you telling me you would have been mine if I got to you first?”

Oh yes. “Suppose we’ll never know, considering you didn’t.” This wasn’t at all how he thought confessing his feelings to you would go. But this was a much more electrifying way to do so.

The two of you had unknowingly stepped closer to one another, pulled together like magnetic stones. Your hands were no longer fiddling with his tie, but rather holding it, ever so gently pulling him towards you. “So I’ve lost you, have I?”

Fight for me. Don’t let anyone else have me. “And if you have?” He wanted to find out what your lips tasted like more than he ever had before. He was so close, and eyed them oh so hungrily. But he tried to hold strong a bit longer, so he could know if you were feeling just as carnivorous for him as he always had for you.

The fire in your eyes almost had him on his knees.

Claim me. Claim me as I’ve claimed you.

Giving his tie a hard yank, you pulled him to you and caught his lips with yours. You didn’t waste any time, straightaway tasting his bottom lip with your tongue. Keeping an unyielding grip on his tie, you shot a hand up to his hair and held tight. He put his hands on your hips, and couldn’t stop himself from pulling at your shirt so it came untucked. His hands roamed around your lower back, under your shirt to feel your skin.

Your movements in this kiss were the result of years of pining. There was both an ache to take it slow, feeling everything you both possibly could, and an urgency to make up for lost time right then and there. Now that you finally had him... Wait wait wait, I don’t have him.

You tore yourself from him and walked away, tucking your shirt back in.

“Wha - What? Where are you going?” He was breathless and dizzy and disheveled from your kiss. Get back here.

“Go to Grace.”

He groaned. He should have known keeping up the Grace ruse would have some sort of consequence. But in the moment, he was so obsessive over the fact that you wanted to stake your claim on him, he couldn’t help himself. “I lied about Grace. I turned her down.”

You turned to face him, still keeping your distance across the greenhouse. “Why would you -”

“Because being near you makes me crazy, that’s why!” He shot a hand through his hair, more out of anguish than to fix the mess you made. “I’m mad for you. How have you not noticed? This... possessiveness you have over me today? I feel it for you all the time. So, I’m sorry if I crossed a line, I -” He let out a shaky breath, trying to put the words together. “Seeing you act how I have... I wanted to relish it a bit longer. Forgive me.”

You remained where you were, but he could see your features shift. “Enjoyed my suffering, did you?”

Trying to keep his composure, he nodded his head. Your sultry look had his blood heading somewhere it shouldn’t in the middle of the greenhouse.

He may have been slow catching onto your jealousy, but he was quick to catch that you wanted his lips back on yours. Ravenous himself, he strode up to you and pulled you back against him.

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hufflegruff · 2 years ago

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girl the way i RAN when i saw you asking for requests as a break from a knowing look!!! if youre down to maybe do something like hurt comfort vibes? with sebastian x MC? like mayhaps they’re fighting and MC gets hurt and protective Sebastian comes out? literally in love with everything you’ve written!!! you’re amazing! <3

I was meant to write a drabble but somehow this became a NOVEL?! Good lord. I really wanted to do it justice!!! I hope you guys still enjoy it!!!

It takes a disaster

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x F!Reader Word Count: 5k Contains: Fluff, angst, making out!!! Requested: The lovely @ithinkweallsing and @musicbecky had similar requests about protective Seb x hurt MC so I combined both :)

Summary:

“And why didn’t you think to tell me that you were struck by a bloody unforgivable curse before you fell lifelessly onto the fucking floor!�� He yelled. She winced at the loudness of his voice. “Do you have any idea what it’s like to watch the love of your life almost die in your fucking arms?” His deafening voice echoed through the chambers of the hospital wing. She stared at him, mouth agape. Sorry, was she dreaming? What was that he just said?

It takes a disaster

When she first resigned to the pitiful fact that she was very likely in love with Sebastian Sallow, she accepted her fate. Doomed to suffer in an unrequited love she held for her best friend.

Merlin, it was such a cliché.

Honestly, she would have laughed at herself if it didn’t also feel so pathetically miserable.

Somewhere along the way, amid catacombs and restricted sections and ancient relics, she found herself becoming dissatisfied with just friendship. And before she could even catch herself, she had already fallen. Buried ten feet underground by the weight of her own despicable, cavernous feelings.

Because they’d been best friends for long enough for her to know that Sebastian Sallow flirted like his livelihood depended on it. If courting witches was a sport, he’d be a professional. It came to him as naturally as breathing.

That was why Cressida Blume battered her eyelashes so feverishly everytime he was near. And why Samantha Dale had been so Goddamn adamant on being her potions partner, so she could siphon hints on how best to charm the Slytherin for herself.

And why she would never entertain the idea that any of Sebastian’s pretty words could be anything more than lip service.

So she went out of her way to find reasons to keep herself busy. Taking jobs and doing favours for townsfolk in the vicinity, so that she wouldn’t have to sit with her own feelings. Or Sebastian himself. Hoping that by the time it came for them to leave Hogwarts, that she would find peace and leave her feelings for him in the deepest depths of the castle.

The distance would help. It just had to.

Unfortunately for her, when she had said that she was heading to the poacher camp up in the Poidsear coast by her lonesome, Sebastian insisted that he absolutely had to come along.

“Don’t be daft. Of course I have to come with you. Who else is going to swoop in when your sorry arse needs saving?” He teased.

She was almost offended, “I don’t need a babysitter, Sebastian.”

“Not a babysitter,” he clarified, “A knight in shining armor,” with a dashingly flirtatious smile.

She felt her heart flutter, and cursed his annoyingly perfect fluffy hair for it. What business did it have looking so attractive? Honestly, the cheek of these Slytherin boys to say such rousing things.

Ominis, Sebastian and herself had been lazing in the grass in front of the main school grounds. But with a deft wave of his hand Seastian beckoned over his broom, and it zipped obediently over.

“Come on. Let’s go.” Sebastian said easily.

“What? Right now?” She replied in disbelief.

“Well, I don’t see anything better to do. Do you?”

From beside him, Ominis piped up annoyed, “Um, excuse me. Did we not agree that we needed to finish our group project today so as to not suffer the wrath of Sharp’s horrid temper?”

Silently, she thanked Ominis for the diversion and prayed Sebastian would take it.

“Like I said. Nothing better to do.” Sebastian reiterated shamelessly.

Ominis rolled his eyes, “Absolute moron you are. Whatever. Take him off my hands for all I care.”

Well that didn’t go at all the way she hoped.

“But I’ve… not even stocked up on my potions.” She said weakly.

Sebastian wasn’t having it.

“Come on, it’s just a routine poacher clear out! I’ve got a couple of Wiggenwelds on me. You know it’s going to be a cakewalk for the both of us.”

She could never say no to him. Not when he looked at her like that. She imagined that most girls couldn’t either. An ugly, decrepit feeling bubbled up in the pit of her stomach. But she willed herself to push the unhelpful thought down and out of sight.

“Fine.” She caved with a haughty flip of her hair, “But try to keep up. I don’t want to have to take care of you out there.”

In a ridiculously exaggerated display of chivalry, he offered her his hand and led her onto the broom with a coy smile.

“Ladies first.”

This boy was going to be the death of her. The ride to Poidsear would all but confirm that.

Sebastian had insisted that she sit in front of him to steer — and for the life of her, she couldn’t understand how she had willingly agreed to put herself in this position. His breath was right in the crook of her neck, and his warm hands were wrapped all too tightly around her waist. Did he really think that she could steer like this? She was appalled at how totally inconsiderate he was by being so oblivious to her feelings.

She could hardly hear her own thoughts — not even the intrusive ones — let alone focus on the fly.

Was he doing this on purpose? Because it was annoying.

The singularly, most vexing thing he could do in fact. She had a mission to concentrate on. She didn’t need to be sidetracked. She hadn’t even wanted him and his distracting face to come along in the first place.

“Merlin. Hold me any tighter and I might burst, Sebastian.” She tried her best to make it sound casual. With the light cadence of a joke, and not the high stakes affair it felt like.

“Well, I can’t risk having you falling to an untimely death under my watch. I’d never hear the end of it from Ominis. Or Samantha. For killing her potions partner at such a crucial time in the academic year,” He joked.

His tone was teasing, but she hated that his words sounded so… carefree. Completely unbothered. It bruised her heart more than she liked to admit, but it hurt her to know that he probably thought that this was the same as being in close proximity to Anne.

And why the bloody hell did he have to mention Samantha Dale at a time like this? Unprompted and all. Teenage boys really had no tact. If that had been a glimpse into Sebastian’s mind, she didn’t want to see it. Lock it up and throw away the keys and unleash it into the depths of the black sea to never be found.

If she just ignored it, and never faced it head on, maybe her heart would break a little bit softer.

“Right.” She replied curtly, willing the dejection she felt to go away.

“What? Did I say something wrong?”

“No.”

He paused in contemplation, before declaring, “You’re upset.”

He had said it so matter of factly she almost couldn’t disagree with him. Almost. She cursed herself for not being able to hide the bitterness in her voice better. She cursed him for noticing this of all things.

“Don’t be silly. I’m not.” She retorted harshly.

When the words left her mouth, she quickly regretted them. She felt guilty for how unnecessarily rude it sounded. But she couldn’t talk about this. There was objectively no good way to explain why she seemed so irrationally bothered without emotionally vomiting her feelings onto him.

But before she could apologise, he chose to let it go.

And she didn’t know if she felt relieved or even more devastated.

The rest of their journey to Poidsear was endured in silence. When they finally arrived, they landed just at the precipice of the poacher camp. It was time to get serious, she mentally chided herself. There was simply no time to torment herself with such frivolous nonsense.

They kept out of sight behind a mountain of crates next to a tent. Making sure to stay hidden, she briskly surveyed the scene. She could see from the corner of her eye, a family of hippogriffs chained in cages by the Eastern front. But getting to them would be no easy feat; the area was littered with Ashwinders at every corner.

“God. There’s more of them than I thought.” She whispered to herself.

“Worried? How very unlike you.” Sebastian raised a brow in response.

“Not at all. It’s just you would think that these degenerates would have more productive things to do with themselves than taking magical creatures as prisoners.” She whispered with a scoff.

She had not even one ounce of respect for the Ashwinders, especially those of the poaching variety. Those who made a nefarious career out of hunting innocent, majestic creatures for blood sport were the worst of them.

To her surprise, when she turned to look at Sebastian, he was looking straight at her with an enigmatic smile.

And then suddenly, she felt self-conscious.

“What?” She whispered nervously.

Sebastian murmured warmly, “This is a little nostalgic is it not?”

“How so?”

“You. Me. The exhilarating thrill of getting caught at any moment. Feels like fifth year doesn’t it?” His voice was lower than usual, quieter, with a hint of something dastardly alluring.

It made her heart skip an alarming amount of beats and her skin shiver at the sound of it. She felt an outrageously girlish impulse to snog him and hex him and run far, far away from him all at once. What she would give for him to have a taste of his own medicine. Even if he wasn’t in love with her, maybe she still could grab him by the collar and kiss him silly until his lips were bruised.

Maybe that would finally fluster him.

Because by God, he deserved to be put in his place for all the bloody grief he unknowingly gave her.

He was looking at her so affectionately, and that was just so uncalled for. Honestly, she didn’t know how he managed to flirt so skilfully even in the face of imminent danger. In the near vicinity of bloodthirsty dark wizards. If she wasn’t so conflicted by it all she would be impressed. She imagined that Sebastian Sallow could probably flirt with Death himself and get away with it.

Perhaps that would be a rather useful quality in an Auror. Perhaps, when they were back in the safety of the castle, she would suggest it as a fitting career path for him—

“Look what we have here. A little far from Hogwarts aren’t we?”

She felt her blood freeze over at the sound of the new voice. Sebastian stiffened. A sinister chill ran up her spine.

When she turned, she was greeted by the menacing smile of an Ashwinder, cloaked in shadows. And almost as if the Hermes had struck her himself, the girl wonder retaliated at reckless speeds and pointed her wand with venomous hostility at the dark wizard in front of them.

Fuck. She cursed internally. Her guard had been irresponsibly down. She hadn’t even heard him approach them.

Sebastian probably sensed her panic, and squeezed her hand twice.

Once to comfort her, the second to ask her to follow his lead.

Raising his hands up in mock surrender, Sebastian said sardonically with a wry smile “Sir, we were just passing by the area. We didn’t know that this was private property. Terribly sorry for the intrusion. If you allow us, we’ll be on our way now.”

The Ashwinder scoffed, “Save it kid, I know exactly who you two meddlesome brats are.”

“Oh well that’s unfortunate.” Sebastian said patronisingly.

Her grip on her wand tightened. She wasn’t entirely sure where he was going with this, but she knew that she had to be ready.

“Why’s that?” The Ashwinder asked with a laugh.

“Because that means I have to do this.”

And suddenly, with a swift motion, Sebastian lunged forward with his wand. And almost as if by blind, brazen instinct, her own hands followed suit.

“Confringo!”

“Expelliarmus!”

“Protego!”

Red, green, and blue. The colours of their spells cackled at lightning speeds against the howling wind.

But soon enough their commotion caused a ruckus, and it became an army against two measly bodies.

“Shit!” Sebastian cursed under his breath.

And frankly, she had to give it to them to their credit, these Ashwinders proved to be pretty formidable adversaries. They moved faster than the others did. And their spells missed her more narrowly than they normally did. But still, actually hitting her was the aim. Close enough wasn’t good enough, and she was determined to make sure that they would never achieve it.

She’d make sure of it �� they didn’t call her the girl wonder for nothing.

Spells collided and echoed around her, the acrid scent of fire filling her nostrils. If peril were a smell, this is what she imagined that it would smell like.

And in the midst of the chaos, without a surge of power erupted from one of the Ashwinders. Like a strike straight out of God’s hand — with a single, severe flash of light — a calamitous spell was unleashed, enveloping the camp grounds in a sheathe of blinding white.

And when the light became less blinding, she found herself separated from Sebastian.

Panic welled up within her as she searched the battlefield, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Sebastian!" She called out.

Where was Sebastian?

Fuck. That wasn’t good. She needed to find Sebastian.

Like insidious tendril vines, fear crept into her veins. Yet she willed the anxiousness in her brain to focus; willed it to calm down. Sebastian was a capable wizard. He could handle a few pesky Ashwinders.

Just as capable as she was.

Because with a flick of her wrist, shields shattered and hexes were deflected. With every spell she cast, the wind sang as her curses hit bodies, like a force of nature answering her call. One by one Ashwinders fell under the weight of her unyielding assault.

But then a piercing hex sliced right through her defences.

Her protego shattered, and she was thrown backward into a mess of limbs onto the ground.

“Crucio!”

The sound of the spell sent chills down her spine. It brought her back to the scriptorium. It brought her back to a shadow of Sebastian that she had been trying to forget.

But before she could run, scream, dive or react — it reached her.

And just as torturously as it had the very first time she endured it, pain erupted through her body as she was thrown backward, limbs contorting as she crumbled in agony onto gritty soil. Back then, it had felt as if lightning had struck every single nerve ending in her body. This time it felt like she was burning under a flame that was twice as brutal.

The pain was relentless. Her mind screamed for respite, for any brief release from this torture. She clawed at the ground, gripping her nails deep into the dirt, as if seeking solace in the earth itself. But there was no escape. No reprieve.

Through the haze of pain, she caught glimpses of the Ashwinder that had casted the curse. Even through her blurry vision, she could see that they were gloating. Content at how they had reduced her to nothing more than a writhing, broken vessel.

And God, that pissed her off immensely.

If they could sense the literal thunder in her veins, she wondered if they would be so cavalier?

She didn’t think so.

Through gritted teeth; through sheer determination, she struggled onto her feet with her body shaking in defiance. Summoned the last remnants of her ancient magic, her wand trembling in her shaky hand. A surge of energy flowed through her veins. The air above the tips of her fingers crackled with raw power as she channeled her magic, focusing it into a singularly devastating spell.

And when it hit the Ashwinder, it eviscerated them in waves.

In between all the fighting and screaming and surviving, she didn’t remember much of the details.

But all of a sudden, it was silent.

And all of the sudden, it was just her standing alone in plumes of dust.

When the air finally settled down, she felt herself start to cave. The adrenaline had done its job and was quickly leaking out of her blood stream. As if she had exerted and drained every last ounce of her spirit and was on the verge of collapse.

Was it just her, or were the skies starting to fade?

The pain in her chest was still excruciating. This cruciatus curse felt different from the one that Sebastian had casted on her before.

This one was lingering.

Like it was clawing onto her heart and gripping onto it in a chokehold with a resentful vengeance. Despite having just won, she didn’t have a spare moment to feel relieved. The pain was quickly growing and air couldn’t seem to reach her lungs fast enough.

But Sebastian… Where was Sebastian? The panic began to rumble within her. She had foolishly let her own guard down, and let him out of her sight. She mustered what little energy she had left and moved her head frantically in search of him.

How could she ever forgive herself if she let him die?

But when she saw a figure barreling head first towards her, even through blurry eyes and the crackle in the depths of her tired limbs, she knew that it was him. And like an oasis in the blistering desert, the comfort she felt from seeing his face was a brief solace to the pain.

If this was where she was destined to meet her end, she hazily deliberated, at least she could draw her last breath in peace knowing that he was safe.

(Not to be dramatic or anything.)

When Sebastian finally caught up to her, he laughed and bursted out breathily, “Merlin… Whatever you and your ancient magic did back there was insane.”

He was safe, and that was all that mattered. She didn’t have the energy anymore. Not for a conversation, let alone banter. She needed to preserve her last scraps of her battered stamina to make it back to the castle and patch herself up in solitude.

And one thing was for certain: Sebastian could not know.

“I think we managed pretty well.” He said with a tired smile.

“Yeah,” she replied breathily, “W-we did good.”

She sounded a mess. She hoped that he wouldn’t notice.

To her dismay, the look on his face immediately switched into that of deep concern.

He interrogated hurriedly, “What wrong? You sound a little off. Are you hurt?”

Everything was wrong. The discomfort that gripped her chest was getting worse with every passing second. Standing was starting to become too taxing of an undertaking for her.

But needless to say, she didn’t want another thing to worry about, and Sebastian would always make an unnecessarily big fuss anytime she was hurt. Even if it was just a minuscule scratch. He was always too distraught; too tender. It was one of the things she adored most about him.

And she absolutely loathed him for it.

So her stubbornness was persuaded that suffering in silence was the easier of two fates.

Indignantly, she retorted, “How rude. I’ll have you k-know I’m perfectly f-fine.”

Her words were starting to slur, not that she noticed. But Sebastian clearly had. Assertively, he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her towards him.

“You’re not fine.” He declared demandingly.

As he frantically searched her eyes, arms, back, legs for signs of what was wrong, she found herself nuzzled in the nook of his chest. She felt her willpower wither slightly in his flustered hands.

In the shallow breaths that she took, she could smell him. The musk of pinewood and sputtering fireplaces and late nights drifting in the restricted section. An aromatic cocktail that was overwhelmingly intoxicating.

Now she was getting angry. And drowsy. And dizzy. Why couldn’t Sebastian tell that he was being so selfish by being so considerate? He needed to stop touching her so carelessly. She was lightheaded enough as it is, she didn’t need his excessive gentleness to add fuel to the flames of her absurd delusions.

But maybe if she just closed her eyes and rested for this brief moment. Sebastian would take the hint and just leave her be. Maybe all she needed was a quick lie down and he would see that she was perfectly fine.

“Oh fuck, there’s so much blood— hey, hey!”

She could see Sebastian calling out her name, but she couldn't hear it. And soon enough she realised, she wasn’t fighting it anymore. And soon enough, Sebastian was no longer in sight. Soon enough, she found herself alone in a quiet, soothing darkness.

Something was twisting at her to give into slumber. Into solitude. Into emptiness. She vaguely remembered from one of Sharp’s more riveting lectures that when poisoned - one should always fight the urge.

But she could still feel the warmth of Sebastian’s hands on the small of her back, and the comfort of it lulled her to relinquish control. After a few ambivalent moments, drifting in and out of awareness, she surrendered to sleep.

When she woke, she was greeted by a horrendously pounding headache. She had no sense of place, but a low groaning ache in her bones. Her eyes struggled to open, but she could feel the warm sun on the tip of her nose, and the tips of her cheeks. The softness of the sun quelled a little bit of the soreness in her body.

She deduced that wherever she was, it was warm and safe. Despite the ache in her bones, there was also a weightlessness to her body. Therefore, she somehow rationalised with herself that this was very likely heaven.

Or any other religious equivalent afterlife.

She wasn’t picky. Any one would do, really.

When her bleary eyes finally pulled themselves open, the fragmented parts of her vision pieced together a faint picture. Of pristine white linen and crisply casted grey brick. A peculiar blend of sickly artificial peonies and concentrated chemicals flooded her nostrils.

Which was odd. Because she hadn’t imagined that the afterlife would feel quite so sterile.

“Fucking hell,” spoke a voice she could never not recognise, and she was shocked.

Did heaven include conjuring up a phantom Sebastian from the figment of her deepest imaginations to keep her company for the rest of eternity?

“Sebastian?”

“You’re awake.” His voice was hoarse.

When her eyes finally focused, she saw him properly. It was definitely Sebastian Sallow, the boy that had her heart leaping acres across the Hebridean seas. But in all her years of knowing and pining for him, she’d never seen him look so terrible. His hair was disheveled as if it had endured a torrid storm. His eyes were heavy and solemn, as if they had tolerated an eternity of grief.

This seemed all too real. Too visceral.

Maybe this wasn’t heaven.

“Am I dead?” She thought to confirm.

He laughed a humourless laugh.

“No. You’re in the hospital wing.”

So this was real. She was in pain because her body had been bruised like a peach.

When she finally looked around, she found herself neatly tucked into the covers of an infirmary bed. She couldn’t recall how she got here, and only remembered a few little scraps of the event that led up to Poidsear. But if she had to be certain of anything, Sebastian must’ve brought her back to the castle.

“I guess that makes sense,” She said with as much mirth as she could muster, “Heaven couldn’t be this quaint.”

Clearly Sebastian hadn’t found it funny at all, which is why she was met with silence.

As she cleared her throat, she asked, “What happened?”

For some reason, Sebastian was doing everything in his power to avoid her eye.

“An Ashwinder hit you with a modified version of the cruciatus curse. She tampered the spell and combined it with a blood poisoning hex. You… could’ve died.” He said through gritted teeth. It seemed as if he struggled to even get the words out.

In an attempt to diffuse the graveness of his tone, she made a joke.

“Unlucky. Maybe next time they try to kill me they’ll actually get it right.”

But once again, Sebastian didn’t laugh. If anything, he only got more aggrieved. She felt his grip on the edge of her bed frame tighten so fiercely, she could see his veins pop and his knuckles turn red. He was being so serious — and she was not at all used to serious Sebastian. She had only seen this side of him once or twice, and only ever because of Anne.

“Are you … upset?” She asked cautiously.

“I’m fucking furious.” He said.

She was gobsmacked.

“Why?”

Finally, he looked at her straight on and her stomach flipped at the sight of it. He looked absolutely distraught. Like the splintered shell of a boy who had been cracked open and drained dry of his will to live. Behind the hard look in his eyes, radiated something cloudy, tempestuous and devastating.

“It was my fault that we were even there.” He said

She hadn’t known that a voice could carry such grief and anger simultaneously. But Sebastian’s voice was laced with insurmountable despair. And it broke her heart irrevocably to think that she could’ve caused him so much pain.

Did he think that he was to blame?

That was ridiculous.

“I thought-” he started to say again, but his voice cracked.

I thought I lost you? I thought I’d left you for dead? She wondered if that was what he was going to say.

“Sebastian…” She finally began “It’s not-”

“And why didn’t you think to tell me that you were struck by a bloody unforgivable curse before you fell lifelessly onto the fucking floor!” He yelled.

She winced at the loudness of his voice.

“I didn’t think-”

“Do you have any idea what it’s like to watch the love of your life almost die in your fucking arms?”

His deafening voice echoed through the chambers of the hospital wing.

She stared at him, mouth agape.

Sebastian himself looked shocked by the words out of his own mouth.

Sorry, what was that he just said?

Was she dreaming? Was she hallucinating? Had Sebastian Sallow really said that he loved her? Her? Complicated, chaotic, haphazard her? Even if her brain couldn’t quite process what she was saying, her heart had certainly understood. It was battering against her ribcage so firmly that she swore it would no sooner burst out of her chest.

“You… love me?” Even as the words sat in her mouth, even as she tasted it meticulously on the edge of her tongue — she still couldn’t believe them.

With his head buried in his hands, Sebastian groaned.

Obviously that wasn’t what he had wanted to say, and that terrified the living shit out of her. He looked as if he considered going back on it. Saying that it had just been an emotional slip of the tongue.

But to her surprise, he stood firm.

“Fuck.” He cursed, “Isn’t it fucking obvious?”

His words still weren’t fully sinking in. Her brain was running so fast that it was on the verge of failing her entirely. There were so many things she wanted to ask him. Was it obvious? To who exactly? By what egregious definition? And did he expect her to just take his word and say that this little detail was always hidden in plain sight for her to find?

Then there were other more intrusive thoughts she couldn’t shake. Like what about all the girls that fawned over his every word. What about all the other girls that were softer, prettier, more endearing than her? She just hoped that whatever she chose to say, that she wouldn’t let out the intrusive ones first.

“...What about Samantha?” She blurted practically incoherently.

Oh Merlin. Why did she say that? Why was that the first thing she said to him after she had just been on the verge of death? After he had just confessed his love for her.

Never had she felt so exasperated with herself for being so dumb.

Unsurprisingly, Sebastian looked at her as if she’d just grown three heads. She also considered that maybe she had enunciated so poorly that he hadn’t understood a single thing she said. Either way, just as she was about to laugh it away - change the subject - he responded.

“... What about Samantha?”

Suddenly, she felt too shy to ask. But she knew she had to follow through.

“... You’re not in love with Samantha?” She asked meekly.

Sebastian stared at her in absolute disbelief.

“Are you crazy?” he began incredulously, “You think I fancy Samantha Dale?”

It wasn’t that crazy of a thought, she wanted to retort.

But before she could even get a word in, Sebastian bulldozed on.

“Fucking hell. I think I’ve mentioned her name all but three times in the last six years I’ve been in this castle. All I talk about is you all day everyday, which makes Ominis go absolutely livid! All you have to do is say my name and I’d stop everything at the drop of a fucking hat to do literally anything you ask for me—”

Did he know what he was saying? She wanted to scream. The feelings in her chest were so intense she feared that she might just throw up.

Could he hear the absolutely ludicrous and inconceivable things coming out of his silly mouth? Did he know what in Salazar’s name he was saying to her?

And he wasn’t even done yet.

“—I look for you in every hallway, every classroom, every corner in this bloody castle! For Merlin’s sake, I can’t even begin to fathom how you could not know that I’m stupidly love with you—”

Despite herself. Despite the stabbing pain in her chest. Despite the stitches in her lungs. She lunged her body forward and pushed her own chapped, split and desperate lips onto his.

And when their lips met — good God.

She had no idea how she had waited so long to do this.

And she hoped for his sake that Sebastian hadn’t said any of that lightly, because now that she had finally had him, she was never ever letting him out of her shaky, unpracticed hands.

At first, Sebastian had been taken aback. His mouth unmoving, eyes open in disbelief. It was as if he was observing the scene from outside of himself.

But then soon enough — he was all in, and he had his hands cupping the curve of her cheek to pull her closer to him. Soon enough, Sebastian was kissing her like he was looking for something. Pushing, pulling, scouring the shape of her mouth like she was a puzzle to be deciphered. Gripping tightly onto the sides of her waist and the small of her back like she was a prized to be possessed.

And she obliged.

Whatever he wanted to know she’d tell him. If she were a prize, she'd use every cheat every ruse in her arsenal to make sure he'd win.

She just hoped that her needy moans conveyed her willingness to be compliant in his competent hands.

Her limbs ached, her bones groaned. This kiss was too wild, too strenuous, too demanding for her worn out body. But she didn’t care. The floodgates had opened now, whether either of them knew it, and this feeling was unquenchable.

He tasted like home and aftershave and salt and all those silly peppermint candies he ate all the time. If she could fasten herself to him with an irreversible stitch, she would. If she could seal herself into a perfect mould of his arms, she would. If the shivers that raced down her spine could etch themselves permanently into her nerve endings in her skin, she’d gladly bear the mark.

In between peppered, sloppy kisses, she managed to gasp, "I'm in love with you too."

There was no time for pauses. She had no use for breathing; no use for air. She had no use for anything that didn’t include his lips.

His laugh was gravelly and tired and breathy. But it was filled with relief and tenderness all the same.

“Thank fucking god,” Sebastian murmured.

Her hands instinctively found their way to his hair, fingers tangling into the strands of his. She revelled in the texture of him. In her daydreams and her undisclosed fantasies, she had always wondered what it would feel like. Would he be as gentle as his charms implied? Or was he as abrasive as his words could be?

But despite his devouring intensity, despite how ardently he consumed her — everything about Sebastian was soft. His lips were soft. His body was soft. His hands were soft.

She leaned in to kiss him again, but he pulled back. Which immensely disappointed her. And she wasn’t shy to let it show on her face.

"Be careful. You're still recovering." He managed to get out, but it was weak.

Yes, that was true. It was very lovely and sensible of him to say.

But frankly, she couldn't give two fucks.

"I wouldn't mind dying today," she replied breathlessly, her voice laced heavily with longing.

He groaned into the edge of her mouth, "Way too soon."

She smiled wryly. Was it wicked of her to take delight in how protective he was being?

Silence hung in the air.

"Please just... just be careful next time?" he said, his voice wavering slightly.

She looked into his eyes, "I will."

With a gentle squeeze of his hand, she hoped that he knew that she truly meant it. That by definition, her feelings for him meant that her assurance was very much real. Because if not with words, she needed him to know through this gesture that she too looked for him in every inch of this castle. That she too would drop everything at his beck and call.

He squeezed her hand back in return.

Message understood?

“And as much as I’d love to keep kissing you," he whispered with a playful glint in his eye, "I would hate for Nurse Blainey to shun me from the infirmary for so shamelessly accosting one of her patients."

A soft chuckle escaped her lips, the tension easing between them. "You're right. We wouldn't want that," she replied, a fond smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

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A/N: This is deffo a little different from the normal soft/simpy Seb that I write. I tried to go for overly flirtatious and wildly charming Seb and a pining MC this time to shake things up!! I still think they're cuties.

Gosh, I hope you guys liked it!! I'M STILL WORKING ON OTHER REQUESTS and of course my bb A Knowing Look! They will be taking a while but I promise I will be putting my heart and soul into them.

xoxo gruff

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Adventure Time/Fiona & Cake: PB, Marceline, Marshall Lee, Winter King, Candy Queen, Simon, Ice King, Fiona.

Attack On Titan: Armin, Eren, Mikasa, Sasha, Levi, Hanji, Annie, Historia, Reiner, Erwin, Ymir.

Avatar: Jake, Neytiri.

Batman Begins Trilogy: Batman, Catwoman, Bane, Joker, Scarecrow.

Beauty & The Beast: Belle, Beast/Adam, Gaston.

Bee & Puppycat: Bee, Deckard, Cass, Toast.

BigBang Theory: Raj, Leonard, Penny, Amy.

Black Dynamite: Honeybee, Black Dynamite.

BNA: Michiru, Shirou.

Bob’s Burgers: Bob, Linda.

Breaking Bad: Jesse, Skylar.

Call of Duty: Konig, Ghost, Mace, Keegan, Krueger, Valeria, Farah.

Creepypasta: Jeff, Jane, Ben, Toby, EJ, LJ, Slenderman, Splendorman, Clockwork, Kate, Masky, Hoodie,

Desperate Housewives: Bree, Gabi, Edie, Lynette, Carlos, John.

Dirty Dancing: Johnny, Baby.

Earth Girls Are Easy: Mac, Zeebo, Wiploc, Valerie.

Elemental: Wade, Ember.

Encanto: Isabela, Bruno, Dolores, Julieta.

FNAF Movie: Vanessa, Mike, William/Steve.

Frozen: Elsa, Anna, Kristoff.

Futurama: Leela, Fry, Amy, Bender.

Good Pizza, Great Pizza: Alicante, Octavia, Dr. Keh, Nasir, Flash, Cicero, Kimmy Slice, Dr. Price.

Grandma's Boy: J.P, Samantha.

Gravity Falls: Ford, Stan, Soos, Melody, Giffany, Bill.

Jane The Virgin: Jane, Michael, Petra, Luisa, Rose, Rogelio, Xiomara.

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𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥. | sebastian sallow.

sebastian sallow x f!ravenclaw reader ; somewhat enemies to lovers 6,546 words warnings; none tbh, a little bit of violence involving trolls i guess lol

“excellent! points to ravenclaw!”

the classroom erupted into a sea of cheers, her lips tugging up into a smile as she watched sebastian sallow dust off his robes from the floor below. she hopped down from the dueling platform, giving her thanks to her fellow pupils as they congratulated her, giving her pats on the back.

“that was really quite extraordinary!” a hufflepuff girl she recognized as poppy sweeting gasped.

“it really was! if you keep this up, perhaps ravenclaw will finally have a chance at winning the house cup this year!” samantha dale, a fellow ravenclaw, squealed, giving her upper arm a squeeze. she laughed, alas, it could only be short lived as she turned her head just in time for sebastian sallow to walk past, making a point of bumping her with his shoulder. she scowled as she stumbled backwards a few steps, turning her head to glare at him.

sebastian reciprocated, “you got lucky, new girl. perhaps next time, you won’t be.”

she narrowed her eyes, “if that was your idea of a proper hogwarts welcome, then it was less than exemplary, i must say.”

for a few beats, they only stood and stared at each other, as if it were a competition on who could out-glare the other.

“alright class, settle down, settle down! back in your seats!” professor hecat’s voice interrupted their silence, and with a hmph, sebastian tilted up his chin and pranced away, making his way back towards his seat beside another slytherin boy, ominis gaunt, if she wasn’t mistaken.

“c‘mon,” a voice whispered to her, a hand grasping her upper arm. it belonged to poppy sweeting, the hufflepuff girl from earlier. she joined her at her side across the room from sebastian, his brow still furrowed and his lips down in a frown, arms crossed over his chest, and she caught his eye once more. he made a point of scoffing before turning away, intent to keep his attention on professor hecat, and professor hecat only.

“don’t mind sebastian,” poppy murmured beside her ear. “he’s just upset that he’s been bested. besides, he’s always arrogant.”

she sneaked another glance over at sebastian from the corner of her eye, a glance in which he didn’t return. she huffed— it was only her first day— how could she have already made an enemy?

and it was only made clear that sebastian’s dislike towards her was going to grow, for even later that day in her first ever charms lesson, he couldn’t hold onto his tongue for more than two minutes. she’d been swift to learn the summoning spell, in fact, she was able to summon the book straight from natsai onai’s hand on her first try.

the scowl on sebastian’s face when professor ronen exclaimed a “spectacular!” and awarded points to ravenclaw certainly did not go unnoticed.

even during a game of summoner’s court in which she had beaten natsai in two rounds, the rest of the class cheered, meanwhile sebastian could do more than glare, turning his head towards his friend ominis, no doubt to mutter insulting things about her into his ear.

ominis could only shift uncomfortably where he stood, furrowing his brows at his friend.

just as she had hopped off of the summoner’s court board, and natsai had given her congratulations, sebastian pranced his way up towards her, a disapproving frown on his face. she cocked an eyebrow at him as he approached, wondering what insult he could possibly throw at her this time.

“seems to me you fancy any chance you can get to show off,” he hissed, and her eyelids narrowed. “what’s wrong with a little fun? do you perhaps feel threatened by me, sebastian sallow?”

she watched the way his jaw tensed at this, and he stepped closer and closer until he was towering above her, looming like a shadow.

“how could i feel threatened by an arrogant little brat like you?”

“come on, sebastian.” she turned to see ominis stalking his way toward them, wand out, a red spark at its end. “i think you’ve given our new fifth year a proper enough hogwarts welcome.”

she pressed her lips tightly together, a comeback on the tip of her tongue yet, somehow still failing to emit. the corner of sebastian’s lips curved up into a smug smirk, more than likely feeling as though her silence was proof of his triumph. he turned to follow ominis back inside the castle, leaving her alone, standing in the grass beside the summoner’s court board.

frustration raged like a wildfire in her chest, and she scoffed, unable to even believe the audacity of this boy she hardly knew. was his ego really so big that he couldn’t accept one little defeat in a class duel?

she huffed as she began to make her way back towards the castle— the truth was, she really hoped it was enough to roughen his ego up, at least just a bit.

he seemed the type that could use a little bit of humbling.

yet, as her first day of classes at hogwarts came to a bit of a rocky end, a wave of relief washed over her— at least she still had her trip to hogsmeade to look forward to. and the best part was— no sebastian sallow.

“i have asked sebastian sallow to accompany you to hogsmeade. he is a very capable young wizard and happens to know the area quite well.”

for a moment, she said nothing, merely blinked.

because surely professor weasley wasn’t talking about the same sebastian sallow she knew?

“and… uhm, he accepted?” she managed, “when you asked him to?”

professor weasley’s brow slightly wrinkled, clearly a bit taken aback by the new student’s hesitation. she didn’t question it however, as she replied, “of course he did. is there a problem?”

“it’s just… surely there’s someone else you can trust.. what about natsai? i met her in charms..”

“miss onai? yes, she is a very capable witch, indeed, and admittedly, was my first choice. but alas, she is busy this evening. i noticed you and mr sallow spending some time together, and i assure you, hogsmeade has a way of bringing people closer together.”

she almost felt sickened by professor weasley’s last words.

“mr sallow is waiting for you, and i’m afraid that the daylight doesn’t last forever.”

and that was that.

she felt dread pang in her ribs which every step she took down the corridors of hogwarts, walking as slow as possible towards where professor weasley had said sebastian was waiting. her first day truly couldn’t have gone any worse— how had she gotten so unlucky?

and her dread seemed to spread like an infection in her chest as she caught her first glimpse of sebastian standing just at the foot of the stairs, arms crossed over his chest, leaning against the wall. perhaps, he hadn’t noticed her yet. perhaps, if she could just sneak by—

“well, if it isn’t hogwarts’ new little celebrity.”

she grimaced at the sound of his voice, because of course he had seen her, and of course he was smirking up at her, daring her to make the descent down the stairs. with her lips pressed together firmly in a thin line, she made her way down the staircase, grumbling with each step. sebastian chuckled at her expression, “happy to see me again so soon?”

her gaze darkened, “shove it, sallow.”

he pursed his lips together and whistled as she pushed her way past the doors, setting foot in the grounds for the first time. she couldn’t even take time to truly appreciate its beauty when she had sebastian sallow right on her tail. “ouch. i’m hurt,” he joked, a hand over his heart. she turned, her glare unbreaking as they marched away from the castle on a foreign dirt path.

“hey.”

she ignored him, in fact, if anything, the sound of his voice made her feet move faster, expanding the gap between them further and further.

“hey!” he shouted again, this time much closer, his hand reached for her shoulder and she stopped. she pivoted around on her heel towards him, not even bothering to mask her irritation. “what?” she practically spat, and he chuckled. “slow down. you don’t even know where you’re going,” he tittered. “that’s what i’m here for, remember?”

she scowled as he took the lead, “i don’t need you,” she grumbled. he raised an eyebrow and turned, walking backwards. “so, i should just leave then?” he asked and she rolled her eyes. “that would make my day. my year, in fact.”

“alright. i can leave,” he shrugged. “leave you all alone to fend for yourself when you take one wrong turn and end up in the midst of the forbidden forest.”

she pressed her tongue against the inside of her cheek and turned her head, looking anywhere but at sebastian sallow. “you are insufferable,” she mumbled, and he laughed again. “i think you should be saying thank you, actually.”

“oh yeah?” she tittered. “please, enlighten me. what ever should i be thanking you for?” she allowed herself to stare sebastian sallow in the eyes, and she found there was a twinkle in the void in the midst of the earthy soils of his irises. mischief, she wouldn’t doubt. “well, i agreed to accompany you to hogsmeade, didn’t i?” he began, turning back around as they continued forth. “and i’m not leading you into the forest to suffer a painful death either, i think you should have a bit more gratitude for that alone.”

she could only roll her eyes, “piss off.”

“ouch. that one really hurt,” he mocked pain again before flashing a smile back behind him, to which she simply scowled and looked away.

“why did you even agree to come?” she questioned, watching as the trees passed by until eventually, they stopped altogether. she could see a bridge in the distance, mountaintops even further away. “surely you have better things to do.”

sebastian laughed at this, leading her down another branch of dirt path. “and that, my friend, was where you’d be wrong,” he snickered. “i’m not your friend,” she didn’t hesitate to add, but sebastian either did not hear or just didn’t care enough to reply. “if it hadn’t been for weasley’s request, i would’ve been sitting in the librarian’s office right now, writing lines all evening,” he shrugged. “this beats that, if you ask me.”

an eyebrow cocked to her hairline at this, and even the corners of her lips peeled into an amused grin at this. “spend a lot of time in detention, do you?” she chuckled, and he glanced behind him once again. “just enough to keep me well-rounded,” he replied with a wink.

she pursed her lips again and turned away at this— sebastian sallow had a certain charm to him, as much as it pained her to admit it. she thought that perhaps if it weren’t for his insufferable attitude, they might have even made good friends.

“merlin’s beard!” sebastian gasped and she turned, following his finger to wherever he was pointing. “from the forbidden forest! look!” she glared at the tips of his fingers, following his arm all the way back up to the side of his face. “if this is another one of your jokes, sebastian, i’m afraid i won’t be the one to humor your this time,” she chided, and he glanced over to where she stood beside him, his brow furrowed. “i’m being serious! there they are! look!”

with a sigh, she obliged, maybe if she humored him just this once, he’d give it a rest for a little while.

so she turned, and it was when she realized that sebastian sallow was in fact, not trying to jest. her lips fell apart when she gasped as two white creatures emerged from over the top of the trees, their screeches somewhat soft, their wings flapping to make them fly at an impressive speed. hippogriffs, they were— she’d only seen them in books until now.

sebastian noticed the look on her face as she watched them soar through the air, heading for a destination that was only an enigma to the students on the ground below. “quite a sight, isn’t it?” he said warmly, a new tone she’d never heard from him before. but no matter, she tried to strain her neck to see where the hippogriffs were off to before they disappeared behind the castle, flying off towards the horizon. she couldn’t suppress the urge to smile as she turned back towards sebastian, where he too, wore a warm grin, his features soft, the mischievous gleams in his eyes now replaced with warm embers.

“does that happen often?” she inquired. he still stared at her with that same somewhat tender gaze, and she could hear a tiny voice inside of her head admit that she wouldn’t mind seeing this look on his face more often. “no, actually. you certainly don’t see that everyday.”

alas, the warmth from his gaze did not last long as he led them over another bridge, gesturing to the woods to their left. “to our left is the forbidden forest, out of bounds to all students,” he informed. “unless of course, you wish to die the most painful of all deaths. and in that case, you’re more than welcome to be my guest.”

her scowl was quick to return to her face. “thanks a lot, sebastian. i’ll keep that in mind for the next time i have to meet you like this,” she grumbled, and he laughed. “well, that’s one way to say thank you.” she didn’t respond, and he didn’t say anything more. they were walking side by side now, his shoulder every so often brushing hers. she tried creating more distance between them so this wouldn’t happen, but still somehow, his shoulder managed to graze hers.

she wouldn’t doubt he was doing it on purpose to get under her skin.

“ah, you can see hogsmeade just up ahead,” he nodded ahead of them. “just past those ruins.” she could just make out the rooftops of houses up the hill ahead, some of their chimneys released wisps of smoke into the air. they were still a bit of a distance away from the village, yet, she could already feel its warmth. “so, what will you be getting here, anyway?” he asked. “weasley said something about a wand, something about potions..”

“dittany seeds, some spellcrafts, and some potion recipes,” she interrupted as they neared the entrance of the village of hogsmeade. “pretty much everything i lost in the dragon attack.” sebastian pursed his lips at this and nodded, staring off into space. “you know, not everyone experiences dragon attacks. or even dragons, for that matter,” he mused. “wonder what makes you so special.”

her teeth sunk into the flesh of the inside of her cheek at this, and she turned to give him a look, one what made clear to him that she wished to speak no further. he shrugged, “oh well. guess we can’t be sharing all our secrets now, can we?”

neither of them speaked as they passed through the little wooden entrance to hogsmeade, and there, the village unfolded before her. it was unlike anything she’d ever seen— cozier than where she came from in london. it was refreshing, the village seemed to be blanketed in warmth, and there was so much to look at.

“well,” sebastian sighed, and she stopped as he turned in front of her, blocking her path. “that short list of yours gives you plenty of time to poke around the village. i just have to pop in a shop to find something for my sister. meet me in the town square when you’re finished.”

she furrowed her eyebrows at this. sister? he had never mentioned having a sister before, and she certainly had never seen another girl that resembled him at school.

“you have a sister?” she asked, and he nodded in reply. “is she in slytherin too?” his lips twitched, as if they yearned to smile. “yes. or rather, she was.” and for the first time, she could see darkness loom over sebastian sallow’s face, and she guessed that it was a rather sensitive subject. “she’s back home in feldcroft. she’s ill, you see. but she’ll be back soon,” he trailed off as he gazed off towards the other shops. “i’m sure of it,” he added quietly, and for a moment, she almost found it within herself to feel pity for him. she wondered if maybe she should even say sorry, but decided against it.

the last thing she needed was for sebastian sallow to think that she cared.

“well then!” he suddenly exclaimed. “i shall see you soon then?”

she nodded, “sure.”

and with that, they went their separate ways, leaving her alone with her thoughts as she went shop to shop, gathering her school supplies. sebastian sallow was nothing if not a headache, that was for certain. but, she could admit, it was admirable of him to take care of his sister. she could learn to respect him at least a little bit more, although, she was quite uncertain that she was willing to see past much due to his arrogance.

she wondered how ominis even put up with him— ominis seemed sweet enough. of course, she hadn’t seen much of him anyways, but she did appreciate that he had put an end to sebastian’s bickering at charms. she could only hope that her impression on him was true.

her day in hogsmeade couldn’t have gone anymore smoothly— she hadn’t had to worry about sebastian sallow or anything involving ranrok. she had all of the supplies she needed, and unfortunately, that meant that she needed to head to the town square to meet up with her tour guide.

she could already see the mess of brown hair from the middle of the staircase leading up to the square, and when she reached the top, there he was. he seemed to have noticed her right away, his lips curved into a smile as he met her halfway in the middle of the square. she couldn’t help but notice the small group of girls— a group of hufflepuffs— giggle as they watched sebastian pass by, and she had to roll her eyes. could they not see past the pretty smile to see how much of an arse he was?

“found everything alright then?” he asked as he approached, and she nodded with a small hum. “did you find what you needed for your sister?” she couldn’t help but ask, and sebastian’s smile widened, looking proud as ever. “i did, thanks for asking,” he chimed, and she huffed, glancing around the square. “well, i suppose the world is our oyster now,” he sighed, and when she fell under his gaze again, she noticed that same mischievous gleam in his eye. “what do you say we go see what else we can get up to?”

she couldn’t suppress the urge to laugh, “as if. i say we go back to—“

she trailed off as the ground began to rumble, and sebastian’s grin was swift to melt from his face as he turned, the murmurings amongst the villagers beginning to fade. she followed sebastian’s gaze at the source of the noise, her lips falling agape at the creature stomping its way into the village before leaping down onto the stone, hammering his enormous club down with it.

she wondered if perhaps it was just his subconscious acting as sebastian quickly grabbed her arms, tugging her backwards and into safety. there wasn’t much time to make a quick remark, her eyes widening when she took account the armor the troll was wearing. it was enveloped in the same kind of magic she’d seen at gringotts, the same magic she’d seen around ranrok..

her hand slipped down to the pocket in her robe to fetch her wand when the troll turned towards where they stood, and from the corner of her eye, she could see sebastian do the same. they each fired a basic spell cast into the troll’s chest, which seemed to come to no avail. the troll began to advance on them, closer and closer, and sebastian tugged her back, preparing to get them to safety until..

“bombardia!”

the troll roared with pain and staggered before it could hammer its club onto the very place she and sebastian stood, and she averted her gaze from the troll to a place behind him, where a small group of officers were, shouting orders to one another.

the troll turned to follow the officers, and she sighed, her palm slick with sweat where it held her new wand. “well, that’s lucky,” she breathed, but alas, her breath was short lived before it was taken right out of her lungs. she and sebastian turned as another sound permeated the chaos-filled air of hogsmeade, and a building behind them that was once perfectly intact crumbled, yet another troll tumbling from the wreckage. it wore the same armor as the last, the same red-hot fury in its eyes.

her name slipped from sebastian’s lips as the troll attacked, sprinting straight towards her with his club at the ready. she couldn’t tell if it was pure instinct or her adrenaline that led her to roll out of the way just in time to dodge the attack, but no matter— she staggered back onto her feet as the troll’s mouth hung open, a horrid roar emitting.

she glimpsed over at sebastian, his eyebrows knit together and gaze dark in determination. “confringo!” he shouted, and flames erupted from the tip of his wand, the troll roaring in anger. sebastian just barely managed to evade the troll’s fist before she shouted “incendio!” and a short range of fire ensued, the troll staggering back a few steps.

“keep fighting!” she could hear sebastian shout as the troll prepared his next attack. “protego!” she yelped, nearly being smashed by the troll’s club.

as the fight raged on, she couldn’t help but notice how well she and sebastian worked together, as if fighting was some unspoken language between them that only they could understand. somehow, their moves always complemented the other’s next, and it wasn’t long before the troll was down on its knees, weak and uncertain if it could fight any longer.

there was a strange noise coming from somewhere near— her wand?— and she spared a swift glance around. sebastian seemed unable to hear whatever it was she could. something told her to strike, to channel this hidden source of power and use it, so she did— a purple-black blast hit the troll before it could even comprehend what was happening and just like that, it was gone. she eyed the only remains of the troll— purple embers that disappeared as soon as it hit the ground.

sebastian’s lips fell agape and his gaze fleet from where the troll once stood to her, his brow furrowed, unsure of what to think of what just happened. the same officer from before joined them, her chest heaving as she caught her breath.

“goodness! a second troll?” the officer tutted, analyzing the wreckage around them. she blinked and stared down at the stone ground below, unable to fully wrap her brain around what had just happened. of course, she already knew she was capable of somewhat wielding this ancient magic, but she was aware of the full extent of her abilities. she was able to make a troll disappear where he stood— what else could she do?

“did you hear me?” she blinked up at the officer and stole a quick glance over at sebastian, his lips pressed together, and he, too, was searching her face for clues that she was alright. “i asked if you were alright?” she swiftly glimpsed back to the officer, and nodded, swallowing the lump that had formed at the base of her throat. “yes.. yes, sorry. i’m alright. just.. it’s just a bit of a blur right now, i suppose.”

the officer hummed as she scanned her face, as if searching for any injuries, anything she wasn’t telling her. “well, if you are alright, perhaps the two of you wouldn’t mind helping me out a few things back to where they were.” she blinked, “of course,” she and sebastian said in unison, and they watched as the officer walked off, tending to the other villagers.

“well,” sebastian said at last, clasping his hands together and circling around to face her. “can’t say i’ve seen anyone fight like that,” he added, and tilted his head, as if to observe her. “what was that last spell you used anyway? the one that made the troll disappear?” she shook her head, eyeing the damage ahead. “i don’t.. i don’t know,” she replied honestly, murmuring “reparo” beneath her breath to tend to the fallen statue.

neither of them said any more as they tended to the damage, not even when the shopkeeper of the wizardwear store behind them beckoned for them to come in, spoiling them with new free robes.

it was only when they left the shop that sebastian spoke, storing his new robes in a safe place. “well, i’d say we’ve earned a butterbeer or two, wouldn’t you?” he chimed, a cheeriness to his voice despite what had happened just moments before. he must’ve noticed the look on her face, for he shrugged and said, “might help forget that we were almost pulverized by a troll.”

she couldn’t deny it— the idea of butterbeer was enticing, to say the least. “i can’t believe i’m saying this, sallow, but i think i have to agree with you.”

sebastian smiled, “perfect. the three broomsticks is just this way.” they set off for the famed pub, and for a moment, she couldn’t help but feel almost at peace. for really the first time all day, she and sebastian weren’t bickering, weren’t even teasing one another. she dared to say it felt nice.

but of course, that sense of peace and relaxation would only be cut short at the sight of a top hat, and the voice of a certain goblin she had heard only the day before. she and sebastian shared a glance at one another before hiding behind the nearest building, craning their necks to listen in on the conversation below.

and it was then that she realized just how big a predicament she was in. not only ranrok, but victor rookwood, was after her, two of the last people anyone would ever want to be caught up with. sebastian tugged on the back of her robes as the goblin turned his head in their general direction, and she let the slytherin boy pull her away, her heart pounding against her chest.

“do you know who that goblin with victor rookwood was?” he asked as he led her towards the three broomsticks, an eyebrow cocked to his hairline. “ranrok is working with rookwood?” she muttered beneath her breath, and sebastian turned, stopping in his tracks. “ranrok? the goblin from the daily prophet?” he asked, and nodded in reply. “i knew i had seen him somewhere.”

she searched sebastian’s face as he stared at something behind her, grabbing her shoulders before she could turn to see what all the fuss was about. “quickly, inside,” he whispered, dragging her into the three broomsticks, into its dark but somewhat cozy atmosphere. he led her to the only two open seats at the bar, conversing with the bartender, sirona ryan, she’d been able to catch her name. everything else she said was drowned out by her own raging sea of thoughts, but the next thing she knew, two butterbeers were placed before her and sebastian, and she wrapped her hands around the mug as if it were her anchor.

sebastian’s eyes scanned her face with what she guessed was concern, although it was an odd look on him. after all, they didn’t like each other, right?

her mind was racing at a million miles per hour, barely comprehending the fact that victor rookwood had entered the building, or that he was searching for her. everything after that was a blur just as the troll attack had been, and it wasn't long before sebastian was leading her out of the three broomsticks, away from hogsmeade, and back towards the safety of hogwarts.

her first week at hogwarts went by faster than she thought it would, and so did her third, and her fourth. soon enough, her first month at hogwarts was over and for the most part, it was rather uneventful, save for the trips to professor fig’s office. of course, sebastian’s constant teasing and rather cold taunts kept her on her feet with a desire to push herself, to prove herself.

but, as the days went by, she couldn’t help but see more of sebastian’s charm, to see more of that warmth she had seen slip through the cracks of his arrogance in hogsmeade. there was something about sebastian she just couldn’t quite place, something that drew her to him, that made her want to see him more, even when he was being a total and complete arse.

they were sometimes even the highlight of her day, when he’d pass by the ravenclaw table in the great hall and murmur something to her when he passed that she almost couldn’t quite catch, but had all the same. when he’d volunteer to be her partner every chance he got in not only defends against the dark arts, but other classes like charms, transfiguration, et cetera. she found herself spending more time with sebastian than she ever would have thought, and although her mind told her she wanted to keep him at a distance, to push away from his teasing and backhanded comments, her heart was telling her to stay, convincing her that wherever he was, was where she wanted to be.

it was quite frustrating, really. especially when he’d randomly pop into her mind when she wasn’t even with him, like when she was doing homework, or collecting pages for her field guide, or doing the tasks assigned by her professors.

or when thoughts of sebastian seemingly possessed her mind when she walked the halls, making her oblivious to anything and everything around her. even to the boy walking closer and closer and closer until..

crash.

she stumbled backwards, her potions book and ominis gaunt’s wand crashing to the floor, the noise echoing throughout the corridor. a few heads turned their way and watched them with curious eyes as she bent down to pick up her book, grasping ominis’ wand on the way.

“oh merlin, i’m sorry,” ominis apologized, his eyebrows knitted together, cheeks warm with embarrassment. she smiled, even if he couldn’t see it. “it’s alright, ominis. here’s your wand,” she pressed his wand back into his hand, the red spark illuminating the tip once more. her name slipped from his lips, wondering if that was who was in front of her. she nodded, “mhm. in the flesh.”

a small silence ensued, and soon her own cheeks grew warm in embarrassment as she eyed the floor. she and ominis had never really talked much, and in fact, it seemed he wasn’t really the type to talk much anyways. surely he must’ve known more about her than she did him though, as sebastian liked to take any chance he could get to ridicule her, or taunt her.

“you know, sebastian talks about you quite a bit,” ominis tore through the silence like a knife with a comment completely off topic, but to be expected, as the only thing they really had in common was, in fact, sebastian. she rolled her eyes at this, “yeah?” ominis nodded “well, i hope you don’t believe all the awful things he says about me,” she scoffed.

ominis’ brow furrowed and his head tilted, much to her surprise. “awful things?” he asked, and she nodded, unsure what the confusion was about. “yeah. i mean, i can only imagine all the ridiculous things he says about me to you.”

ominis was quiet for a moment, his brow remained furrowed. then he shook his head, “they’re not all awful..” he trailed off, turning away. “but i’m not sure if i should say any more..”

it was then, when ominis turned his head that she noticed him, sebastian sallow, in the flesh, lurking in the shadows behind him. their eyes were quick to meet and sebastian was just as fast to turn, nearly taking out everett clopton as he marched away. she cocked an eyebrow, “um, excuse me ominis. i forget, i have somewhere i need.. to be.”

ominis didn’t seem to mind much as she walked away, picking up her pace to catch up with sebastian, who she could just barely see due to how fast he was running. “sebastian!” she called after him, making even more heads turn than before. why would she be seeking out sebastian sallow anyway? as far as anyone else was concerned, they hated each other.

“sebastian!” she called again as she got closer, his elbow just in reach..

and she caught it, just as he had turned into the hall to the left of the greenhouse, which fortunately, was deserted. sebastian glared as he turned to face her, once again towering over her, his figure like a looming shadow, eclipsing the light peeking in through the windows.

“what do you want?” he asked rather coldly, taking her a bit aback.

“what’s the matter with you?” she questioned, her own eyes narrowing. “you think i wouldn’t notice you trying to eavesdrop on me and ominis? you weren’t exactly being discreet, sallow,” she hissed and his glare deepened. “why would i want to eavesdrop on your conversation?” he inquired and she scoffed, rolling her eyes.

“i don’t know, you tell me,” she began. “i can only imagine the things you say about me to him, maybe you were scared i’d say something to your friend that you’d never told him before.” sebastian’s chuckle was bitter in response, huffing as he tore his gaze away from her, staring at the stained glass windows to their right. “that’s ridiculous,” he grumbled and she raised her eyebrows. “is it? is it really?” and he turned back to scowl down at her. “maybe you’re afraid of that big ego of yours getting bruised,” she spat, and sebastian scoffed, as if it were the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard.

“my ego is not big.”

“oh, i’d beg to differ.”

they stood in silence for a few moments, simply standing and glaring at each other, neither of their gazes breaking. “do you eavesdrop on me often?” she asked, and he rolled his eyes as if to say not this again. he turned away and tried to walk away, but of course she was following him— he had gotten under her skin many times, but now, it was her turn to get under his.

“are you just so scared that i’ll say something you don’t want anyone else to know that you—“

she couldn’t even finish her sentence, for he didn’t let her. his hands were unusually warm, soft, gentle as they cupped either side of her face, drawing her near, pressing his lips against hers. and she didn’t reciprocate— of course she didn’t reciprocate when she hardly had time to wrap her head around what was happening.

sebastian pulled away, a rosy tint to his cheeks she hadn’t noticed before, his irises soft, once again drawing her into his earthy soil. her fingers clasped around one of his wrists, the other resting on his elbow as he opened and closed his mouth, searching for the right words.

“i—“ he started, squeezing his eyes shut, uncertain what he should say. “i’m sorry, i—“

“sebastian?”

he blinked back down at her, his features softening when he saw her expression, the same one he had. it was then and only then that she realized she’d been wanting this, this sebastian, this kiss, and she couldn’t think of anything else other than sebastian and his lips. all she knew was that she wanted to feel them on hers again.

“what?”

“kiss me again.”

and so he did. and this time, she kissed back.

the kiss was warm, like the feeling of being beneath a blanket beside the fireplace on a cold winter’s day. the kiss was like magic, but not like regular magic, no. more like the magic she felt that day in hogsmeade when she used the ancient magic to make the troll disappear. just like the feeling she had felt back in ollivander’s when her wand had chosen her, which had felt different but pleasant all the same.

the longer she kissed sebastian sallow, the more she came to realize that all those stupid arguments, the bickering, the teasing, all the taunts and remarks— none of them seemed to matter anymore. not when he was this good at kissing. anything negative she had felt towards him seemed to melt away, becoming irrelevant.

this sebastian was the same one as the sebastian that cared for his sister. that was spending galleons on medicine and anything he could find to treat her. the same sebastian that held her with his hands on her shoulders, pulling her closer to evade getting smashed by a troll’s club.

she realized that he’d been this sebastian all along. all the teasing, the fighting— all of it— a mere coverup for the way he felt. he didn’t know how to handle the feeling he felt the first time he laid eyes on her, when she had been the first one to best him in a duel. so he handled her the only way he knew how.

until now.

they pulled away again, and she took the time to look at him, to really look at him. his lips were swollen with her kiss now, his chest heaving as he chased air back into his lungs, the black void in his irises expanding until there was hardly any more brown left to see. her teeth sunk into the plush of her bottom lip and she smiled, and he smiled back.

“what do we do now?” she asked, breathlessly. sebastian hummed, as if deep in thought. “i think i’d like to keep kissing you.”

and so he did.

her arms wrapped around his neck this time, his hands retreating from her face so that his arms could instead wrap themselves around her waist, pulling her tight against his body. somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered if anyone would walk in, but when he kissed her with a little bit more ferocity, she couldn’t bring herself to give a damn if anyone walked in.

well..

“ohoho! how naughty!”

again, she and sebastian broke apart, her arms falling from his neck to his chest, his own remaining around her waist. they both turned to see peeves at their side, tilting his head as if to catch a better look.

“sebastian sallow and his little friend! what a sight to see, indeed!” peeves exclaimed, chuckling. “sebby is snogging the new ravenclaw fifth—“

“oh, piss off peeves, you old git!”

a/n; this turned out way longer than i wanted it to and i don’t know how i feel about it at all but i still hope you enjoy lol

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