#sebastian x ambrose

[saibugslegacy]

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived

Hogtober Day 3 - Sebastian Sallow

Word Count: 1482 Characters/Relationship(s): Ambrose Varyn, Sebastian Sallow, Ominis Gaunt Setting: 5th year, canon, Undercroft and Room of Requirement Genre/Tags: Angst, the start of what I like to call the "Sebrose Divorce Arc"

“Now for the moment of truth,” Sebastian said. He was obviously nervous and Ambrose didn’t blame him. If this canvas didn’t fit into the Triptych…

“It has to fit,” Ambrose said.

He approached the triptych and lined up the canvas with the panel on the right side. As soon as he laid it out the canvas piece grew and mended itself until it fit the space so well it was like it had never left it. Ambrose heard Sebastian sigh in relief behind him.

The new view was a coastline, specifically a cliff face with trees lining the top. Ambrose had no idea where it was. He was incredibly lucky Sebastian grew up in the Hogwarts area or they would be completely lost.

“I don’t suppose you recognize the location in this bit of canvas?” Ambrose asked.

“The good news is, I do, in fact,” Sebastian answered.

“And the bad news?”

“We’re in for more trouble.”

Now it was Ambrose’s turn to sigh, though not in relief. Of course. Why could nothing be simple? Why did he have to blast his way through goblins and poachers to complete even simple tasks like retrieving a piece of a portrait?

“I know that coast,” Sebastian told him. There was an edge to his voice Ambrose didn’t like. “Ranrok has taken over a huge mine and the surrounding area. Marunweem has suffered for it. It’s as bad as Feldcroft’s become. Should we head there now?”

Ambrose’s impulse was to say yes and just go to get it over with. What was one more of Ranrok’s messes to clean up? After that he was sure there’d be another. Better to get on top of it and get the job done than whine about it.

Unless there was a better way. Maybe instead of cleaning up all of Ranrok’s messes Ambrose could stop him from making them at all. He already had another pair of eyes that would suit that exact purpose.

“We should wait,” Ambrose suggested.

“Why?” Sebastian demanded. Ambrose narrowed his eyes at the tone but he let it slide like he always did. Sebastian always got touchy around the subject of Ranrok and goblins, but Ambrose knew Sebastian well enough to know touchy was all it would be.

“We’ve been a step behind Ranrok this whole time,” Ambrose pointed out. “I may know someone who could help us get ahead.”

“Who is that?” Sebastian asked. See, he was already more on edge than angry, which was progress.

“A friendly goblin,” Ambrose said, completely thoughtlessly. Maybe the rest of the situation could have been avoided had he put a little more thought into his words and the boy in front of him. “He won’t-”

“A friendly goblin?” Sebastian exclaimed. “You know goblins cursed my sister to shut her up. Said she should be ‘seen and not heard’.”

Ambrose did know that. He bit back another sigh. Sighing seemed to be all he did nowadays.

“I do,” Ambrose replied patiently. “But not all goblins-”

“Not all goblins what?!” Sebastian cried. “Have you forgotten Feldcroft? Have you forgotten the mine we just went through?”

Ambrose felt his fingers clenching into a fist as he tried to control his frustration. Sometimes Sebastian reacted in anger in a way he didn’t mean. All Ambrose had to do was stay calm and the anger would pass. But with Sebastian continuing to interrupt him he wasn’t sure how long his patience would hold.

Ambrose hated being angry. It made him feel dirty and wrong. He especially hated acting on his anger. That made him feel like his mother. His patience was his virtue. It kept him calm, collected, and had saved multiple tense situations from escalating.

But over the last few months he hadn’t been able to wish away his anger. He pushed it away but it just stored itself in the back of his mind. His frustration, exhaustion, irritation, even the pure rage he felt when the Poachers attacked his brother. He was on the edge of snapping already and Sebastian was making it hard.

“No, Sebastian, I haven’t,” Ambrose assured him. “But you aren’t listening to me.”

“Why would I listen to someone so ignorant?!”

Ambrose swung.

His fist collided with Sebastian’s jaw, sending him stumbling into the wall behind him. Before he even realized what he was doing Ambrose swung again, hitting him in the temple and leaving him sprawled on the ground.

“How fucking dare you,” Ambrose growled. “Ignorant? Me?! After everything I’ve done for you? I was right there next yo uou through your tempter tantrums and outbursts and stupid decisions, having your back you ungrateful child. I ask you for this one thing, to have an open mind and be reasonable, and you called me ignorant?!”

“You are so full of spite and bitterness you don’t even see it. How your darkness infects everyone around you. How ignorant you are. I clung to you anyway, so sure I could help you. For once not because I thought it was my responsibility, but because I wanted to because for some reason I care about you. I wanted to be your light but now I’m not even sure you deserve it. You don’t deserve my patience. You don’t deserve my trust. And after that you don’t deserve my friendship.”

“Then keep it!” Sebastian shouted back. “I don’t want it anymore if you’re going to think like this! I don’t want to be saved! I don’t need saved! Anne does! And if you aren’t going to help me get justice for her or save her then stay out of my life.”

Ambrose wanted to stay. He wasn’t sure why. Maybe to apologize. Maybe to yell more. Maybe to try and reason with him. But none of those things happened. None of those things would matter. Sebastian would hear none of them. So he left Sebastian there on a floor with an already forming bruise on his jaw and Ambrose’s broken heart right next to him.

He didn’t really expect anyone to look for him. No one else knew what happened to him. He assumed he could spend the rest of the night right where he was and just gather himself in the morning. As always, he underestimated his boyfriend.

When Ominis found him the Room of Requirement had been completely torn apart. As soon as Ambrose had stormed in he’d sent Deek away so the house elf wouldn’t have to see it, then he started throwing things to the ground and casting every destructive curse he knew. By the time he’d sank to the ground on the staircase, broken and defeated, there was nothing left intact.

His desk was in charred pieces. The potions stations had been demolished, spilling ingredients, glass phials, and deformed cauldrons onto the floor. Dirt covered half the room after he cast bombarda at his plants. Most of them were on fire now. The banners and statues he used to decorate the room had been torn apart.

When the door opened Ambrose didn’t bother to move other than to turn his head. Ominis stood there, wand lit with red light. He seemed frozen, trying to take in however much of the damage his wand could pick up. Ambrose wanted to warn him to be careful since he wouldn’t be able to see things like embers and glass, but his voice didn’t seem to work.

“Reparo,” Ominis casted. The spell worked perfectly. He’d need new ingredients and seeds but everything else fixed itself right before his eyes, down to the Slytherin banners on the wall. He felt sick looking at them now. His brain kept going back to the Scriptorium, where he’d let Sebastian torture him only for everything to end like this.

“Ambrose?” Ominis called into the room, grip on his wand so tight Ambrose could see his white knuckles from across the room. Right, Ambrose probably blended into the chaos Ominis had fixed for him.

“Over here,” Ambrose muttered.

Ominis approached him, putting a hand out to feel the staircase. He slid down to sit next to Ambrose. For a few minutes nothing happened. Neither of them moved or spoke or even touched. Just being around Ominis helped him relax some. It was hard to be angry around him. Not that he had much anger left. Now he just felt lost. At least with Ominis he didn’t feel alone.

“What happened?” Ominis asked quietly.

“Sebastian Sallow,” Ambrose answered, but calling his mumbles speech may be a stretch.

“I see,” Ominis sighed.

He scooted closer and Ambrose turned to rest his head on Ominis’s shoulder. Ominis set down his wand to wrap his arms around Ambrose’s shoulders and just held him. Maybe Ambrose should have cried. He probably needed to. There was no better time to do it. But he didn’t have tears or rage left. All of it was gone along with Sebastian.

[girl-named-matty]

Little morning - Life after Hogwarts

synopsis ✧ Being a parent wasn't exactly easy and Sebastian found that out the hard way after the birth of his first son--who was now two-years-old and they were also expecting another. But regardless, he loved being a father. But the biggest problem with having a pregnant wife? A little toddler who just so happens to be a big mummy's boy that tries to wake her up at any chance he gets.

tags ✧ Fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, like so much fluff you guys. Talks of pregnancy and babies (ofc), toddlers (thats a warning in itself haha), marriage, just all the domestic cutesy stuff we all love. .

word count ✧ 1.6k

a/n ✧ Just some random cute idea I got and I have been ITCHING to write Seb and Matty as parents. You've probably seen my other posts about their kids when they are older but I really wanted to do some of the younger stuff as well because the baby fever is strong rn and I need a outlet LOL.🥺 Hope you enjoy! xoxo

Sebastian Sallow severely underestimated how difficult being a parent would be and just how much sleep he would lose by being one as well. Sure, he knew kids were difficult, and his wife had told him countless stories of the kids she had nannied or worked with who were difficult, but nothing could’ve prepared him for the real deal.

Little Eleazar was just past two years old by now, and yes, he was an abnormally well-behaved child; he still was a toddler, and well—toddlers did toddler things.

But despite the lack of sleep, the rough days, and the struggle of learning how to be a first-time parent, it was all worth it. They loved their little boy, and they loved him just the way he was.

And apparently it was “so worth” it enough that Matty was now pregnant with their second child. Or at least in Sebastian’s words, it was “so worth” having another. Matty had always wanted a couple of children, so she was up for having a second, but Sebastian was definitely the one who pushed the idea to have another.

Hence why she was now seven months pregnant and dealing with a toddler. But thankfully, Sebastian was a very hands-on and involved dad, and it made it all so much easier. He was an amazing husband and father. (She couldn’t lie and say that wasn’t the reason why she considered a second.)

It was nearing seven am when Sebastian, who was half asleep, heard the little pitter-patter of footsteps nearing the bedroom door. They had moved Ele into a different room a couple of months ago so he could get used to sleeping without Mum and Dad, especially once the new baby was around. But almost every morning, like clockwork, he managed to climb out of his crib and sneak off to Mum and Dad's room.

Sebastian, immediately knowing who it was, sat up and rubbed his eyes. The little footsteps stopped right at the door, which meant the door needed to be opened. Eleazar wasn’t quite tall enough to reach the door handle and turn it, so usually Sebastian would have to do it himself since he was the first one up.

He could practically hear his son pouting on the other side of the door, so he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, trying to be as quiet as possible so as not to wake up Matty, who was still peacefully sleeping.

He walked over to the door before opening it, looking down at his son. “Well, good morning,” he said, his voice still gravelly.

Eleazar quickly put his hands up, babbling a little to let his dad know that he wanted to be picked up. Sebastian leaned down and grabbed the little boy up in his arms. “You’re two years old; you gotta start using your words, buddy.” He softly encouraged. But it seemed like Ele was too tired to speak anyway since he was rubbing his eyes the moment he was up in his father's arms.

Sebastian sat back down in bed, Eleazar placed in between him and Matty. “If you’re going to be here, you gotta go back to sleep.” He said, trailing his knuckle against his son's chubby cheeks. Of course, he was only saying this to try and get more sleep himself, but when did toddlers ever listen to anybody?

Instead, Eleazar turned around, seeing that his mother was in bed. “Mummy,” he babbled with a big smile, crawling over to where she was sleeping.

Sebastian’s heart almost jumped out of his chest as he had to quickly grab his son and pull him away from his mother in order for him not to wake her up. She definitely needed more sleep. “Wait, wait, no, we can’t go to Mummy right now, okay? Mummy is sleeping.” Sebastian tried to explain.

However, Eleazar did not like being told no. Especially when it came to his mummy. The corner of his lips curled down, forming a little frown, and by the way his little bottom lip quivered, Sebastian could quickly tell that he was going to start crying.

Panicking a little more, Sebastian quickly grabbed the little boy up in his arms. “Hey, hey, it's okay.” He soothed. “We just can’t wake up Mummy right now; she’s resting.”

He knew Eleazar couldn’t understand a lick of what he was saying, but he hoped the tone of his voice would help calm him down. “Mummy is very tired, and she has little brother or sister to deal with too, okay?” He continued. “I can assure you that definitely isn’t easy.” He half mumbled under his breath with a chuckle. But that was more for his own amusement than an explanation.

Ele didn’t cry, but he looked up at his father with his big blue eyes that he had inherited from his mother, a pout still on his face. “Mummy.” He repeated, this time more determined.

Sebastian sighed, shifting to where he was now lying down with the child in his arms. “Mummy is asleep. Which is what you should be doing right now too. You’re still so young to be waking up this early.”

“No.”

Sebastian sighed again. He hated the fact that usually one of the first five words for children was usually no. It was helpful when they could communicate what they wanted, but it also happened to become their favorite word very quickly. Saying no to everything mummy or daddy needed them to do.

“Yes.”

“Mm-hm.” Eleazar shook his head, clearly conveying that he was saying no.

“What am I going to do with you?” He chuckled, pinching his son's cheeks.

But luckily for the both of them, Matty shifted a little, signaling that she was indeed finally awake. Ele quickly looked behind him, seeing his mother begin to wake up. A big smile instantly appeared on his face, and he slipped out of his dad's arms and immediately crawled over to his mother. He was a big mummy’s boy and always wanted to be with her.

When Matty felt two little hands on her arms, she chuckled, opening her eyes. “Good morning, sweetheart,” she said sweetly, the sleep still obvious in her voice.

Eleazar immediately plopped his full body weight onto his mother, giving her a big hug. She laughed, giving him a hug back before sitting up. She looked over at Sebastian and then back down to her son. “Something tells me you’ve been giving your father a little bit of a hard time.” She said, poking her son's little tummy.

“I’ll say,” Sebastian muttered. “Little bugger tried to wake you up the moment he got into bed.”

Matty smiled. “He just loves his mummy,” she cooed, shifting little Ele so she could have him comfortably against her.

Raising a toddler and being pregnant definitely wasn’t easy, but to Matty, it was worth it in the long run. Not all mornings did she wake up as nicely as she did now, but these mornings definitely helped and made up for the bad days.

“Well, thank you for letting me sleep in a little longer.” She said to Sebastian before leaning in for a quick good morning kiss from him. Sebastian smiled into the kiss, enjoying the attention from his wife. Sometimes that was scarce between work and raising a baby, so he was always loving any attention he got from her.

Meanwhile, little Ele was looking at his mother's belly, still wondering what on earth was going on there. It started to frustrate him that he could no longer sit on his mummy’s lap, but he slightly understood the concept of having another new little sibling that was seemingly “in mummy’s tummy” and that it was a baby.

Matty looked down and chuckled. “Say hi to the baby, Ele.” She urged.

Eleazar didn’t say anything, but he did wave, thinking that his little brother or sister could see him do so. Matty giggled a little bit at her son's expression, and she leaned down to kiss him on the forehead. “In just a little bit you’ll have a new brother or sister, and it’s gonna be sooo fun,” she said.

“Sleepless nights and screaming babies are an interesting thing to consider fun.” Sebastian joked sarcastically.

“Remind me whose idea it was to have a second?” Matty said, raising her brow at her husband. She knew he was just joking, but she did like to poke fun at him because, after all, it was his idea to have another baby once Eleazar was a little older.

“It was mine, and I’ll totally own up to that.” He chuckled, pulling his wife close to him. “And I can’t wait to have another. Anything from you is a complete blessing, and I’m lucky to have you and our children.”

Matty smiled and leaned her head against his chest. She had married the right man, that’s for sure. And boy did she love him.

“I hope it’s a girl,” Sebastian mumbled into her neck.

“Don’t want another little boy?” She chuckled, looking at him with a raised brow.

Sebastian shrugged. “I’ll be happy either way. I just want a healthy baby. But since we have a boy already, I think it’d be nice to have a sweet little girl. Beautiful and intelligent, just like her mother.” He said, giving Matty a little squeeze.

“And here I thought you wanted a little mini-you.” Matty said.

“Oh trust me, I do.” Sebastian replied. “But who's to say that a little girl can’t be my mini-me? We can get into all sorts of trouble together.”

“Mhm, right. Not on my watch.” Matty joked with a laugh.

“Worth a shot.” Sebastian grinned.

I hope you all enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Thank you so much for reading! 🥺❤️

[acslytherpuff]

hogwarts.. the place of magic LOVE

- just some of my favorite couples 🥹

matty by @girl-named-matty ; tori by @espressoristretto-patronum ; val by @savingsallow

also pls don‘t forget to spread love to everyone! 🤍

(Sassie‘s pose by anghelahel)

[boxdstars]

actually my worst post ever

[rypnami]

scheming how to mess with leander

idk i think in this au sebastian gathering his crew to plot how to disrupt his ex’s day is very amusing.

matty ofc belongs to my beloved @girl-named-matty and amara @boxdstars !!

[lesbolordo]

Leander P. X Sebastian S | Hogwart's Legacy.

Not part of my Leander x Sebastian serie. Mara Ambrose is @boxdstars 's OC.

"Your eyes."

Tags : nsfw, smut, voyeurism, non con! Voyeurism, p in v sex, sebastian is a perv, leander is a lady's man, masturbation, leander and seb totally violate a mob's privacy lmao. Please do not interact if you are uncomfortable with these things. Not proofread and written at 2 AM.

The graduating students had organized a small party at the Three Broomsticks. They would be adults and out of school in just barely a week, and many wanted to celebrate one last time before all parted ways and went on with their -real- lives. Sebastian and Leander were part of them.

It was Garreth who had pulled Leander to this small party with most of their school friends or other students they had seen but never befriended. Leander wasn't particularly bothered by going on one last party before leaving Hogwarts, but he wasn't hyped either. "Not like some were..." He thought as he avoided an already drunk Garreth laughing and moving around the spacious room with a just as drunk Mara under his arms, and a mug of butterbeer in his other hand.

Sebastian had kind of been dragged by Imelda and Anne, just like Ominis. He wasn't in the mood for a party and some drinking, but for his sister and to support his best friend who despised parties, he had willingly went with them. Now he was pretty drunk, laughing as he watched Garreth and his other best friend strolling in a not-so straight path around the room. He knew that Ominis -sulking beside him- would get him back to their dorm safely.

The party went on, the drinks were emptied then filled then emptied more than once, and people spoke loudly or joked everywhere. Even those who weren't from Hogwart's had a good time, either laughing at the drunk youngsters or talking with the still sober ones. Sebastian thought that it was kind of funny as he saw Amit explaining something even he couldn't understand sober, to a very drunk old wizard.

Ominis had stayed with Anne -who was just as drunk as Sebastian, if not more- while the taller twin went to fill up their glasses. He was having a good time. That was until his path inevitably met Leander's. Of course. A get together with Garreth here would always have Leander near, probably ruining the party for most. And yet, here he was, sitting at the bar with a pretty witch on his lap and another one next to him.

Sebastian cringed, he didn't really know why, but the sight made him tense as he moved toward the bar, next to Leander so he could get a refill. He hoped that the red head wouldn't see him so he could just go on with his evening. But befause fate is a bitch or his luck had already took her leave, Leander's brown and drunk eyes turned to look at him. His slurred words just stopped charming the two witches near him, and Sebastian wondered if the sight of him really had made Leander speechless. Was it out of disgust, annoyement ? The Slytherin kind of was hurt. And as always, when hurt, he turned to glare at the source of his problem.

No words were spoken, or at least not between the two boys. No, they were too busy looking at each other. Leander thought that the girl on his lap was speaking, calling his name. He could hear it, but he couldn't process it and didn't care to do so. All he could look at was Sebastian. He hated that name, but right now he loved these two deep, brown eyes. He had never seen just how beautiful his irises were, and he wished that he could forget it just so once again he could experience the wave of nostalgia, fascination, surprise and adoration that he had felt through his veins when their gazes met.

At some point, Leander didn't know when, the witch had left his lap. He didn't process it immediately, not before Syrona almost slammed -or maybe he was too focused on something else- Sebastian's refilled mug against the counter. The two young men physically flinched, and the Gryffindor finally looked away to realize that the girl he'd wanted to charm tonight was gone.

When he looked up to check if Sebastian was just as weirded out, impacted by their eyes meeting, he found that the boy was gone, with his drink. Leander felt a terrible wave of anxiety and fear striking him, and his pupils darted around the room in a hurry, desesperate to find the ones who had charmed them, desesperate to see again the beauty they held. Perhaps Sebastian wasn't as affected by their moment, Leander thought.

But he was, very much. Sitting back at his table, he had lost all wants to joke with his best friend, or mock his other one. He had lost all wants to do anything. His eyes only stared at the mug of butterbeer in his hands, that he clutched tight by fear of losing it. It was as if nothing attracted his pupils, nothing deserved to be looked at by them. Nothing except Leander's. He almost felt empty. It was a weird feeling, one he had only felt when Anne left in their fifth year, after the incident with Solomon. Similar, but not quite the same. Loneliness, nostalgia, fear. He didn't dare to act on these feelings. It was Leander, after all, and he hated Leander.

Leander didn't find Sebastian. His legs didn't have the courage to stand up and find him through the drunk, and too happy for his taste, crowd. He just asked for another drink, and stared at the brown of his Firewhiskey for what felt like hours, desesperate to find the fierce feelings he had seen in Sebastian's eyes, warmth, challenge, strenght. But the drink was empty, and soon enough so was the glass. Leander stopped thinking after that.

When Sebastian stood up again, it was because his bladder forced him to. Too scared to accidentally stumble upon Leander again and feel things he'd rather never face again, he had stayed glued to his seat all night. But now, he had to use the bathroom, and he cursed his body for having such foolish needs. He was drunk and past rationality.

Avoiding Mara and Natty kissing in a corner, before passing next to another couple with an awkward Poppy near them, Sebastian finally reached the The Broomsticks's bathrooms.

The first thing he was met with was a soft, hungry brown. Warmth, desire, and a deep, all mighty anger. Leander's eyes stared at him from barely four meters away, just as the door slowly closed behind him. Between them was another wall, behind which Sebastian still was hidden, and between them was a woman. The second thing the Slytherin was met with, was the sight of a very pretty woman kissing Leander's slender neck, her back facing him.

And no matter how pretty she was, Leander's eyes stayed glued to Sebastian's, making no attempt to keep his moment private and intimate. And no matter how pretty she was, Sebastian's pants only tightened when his gaze looked down at Leander's hands, long fingers caressing the soft but still covered flesh.

The room was filled with the woman's soft mewls and pants, alongside Leander's, and it was enough to silence Sebastian's arrival. And although the Gryffindor could have stopped it all, he instead grabbed the woman's behind and pulled up her dress, before making her put her legs around his waist. She was completely oblivious to the other man's presence, who stared a them with a morbid, hungry curiosity.

Leander's eyes were fixated on Sebastian's as he opened his pants and freed himself, very hard shaft freed from the tight tissues and instead meeting the cold air. His tip was furiously weeping, as it rubbed against the woman's behind, and Sebastian thought that it was just the size he had expected. The thought was quickly brushed aside and forgotten when the other man's dick was rubbed against the whimpering woman's cunt. And just as it did, Sebastian palmed himself through his pants.

Leander's gaze moved down toward Sebastian's hand, staring with his dilated pupils. The moment Sebastian caressed himself through his pants, Leander thrusted his hips upward to rub his red tip against the cunt of the woman whose name he couldn't remember. Not when Sebastian's had took over his mind. They moved in tandem, not at all bothered by the woman and how they were violating her privacy. When the taller man finally thrusted up to penetrate her, Sebastian freed his cock and squeezed his tip, both biting back a sinful moan.

Sebastian was resting his shoulder against the wall, a hand slowly pumping himself, timing his fist so it matched Leander's pace. Each wet thrust of the Gryffindor inside the woman's weeping cunt, Sebastian would match it with his hand, the two letting out soft moans, and the two staring at each other's eyes intensely, without anything breaking their gazes. Leander knew that it was very innapropriate, he could get in real troubles for that, but one look down at Sebastian's fist on his cock and the hungry look in his eyes, and his own cock twitched and he forgot about ethics. It was the same for Sebastian, they were both chasing a sinful and forbidden pleasure with each of their fastening thrusts.

The taller man frowned and let out a louder moan, white paper teeth showing before he let them sink in the woman's flesh, on her shoulder. She let out a whine but he didn't care, his eyes were too busy watching as Sebastian's free hand moved up to his own shoulder, passing his fingers under his shirt and vest, caressing his warm skin, as if it was him that Leander had bitten. He was beginning to feel delirious from the pleasure, from the scene in front of him and how hungry for it he was. For what ? That woman ? Having sex ? Leander ?

The Slytherin rest his forehead against the wall between him and the couple, the cold surface suddenly making him aware of how hot his body felt, the way he was sweating from the excitement and many feelings going through him, as well as his fist pumping himself in time with Leander. He recognized in Leander the signs of a close orgasm that he experienced himself, and the two both went faster around their cock, not breaking eye contact once.

Leander was letting out more moans than Sebastian, for obvious reasons, and yet he was silent in a way and never adressed any moans to the woman. Leander knew that he refused to moans because if he did, it wouldn't be the woman he called for. Sebastian knew it, from the way Leander stopped himself from moaning by biting on the woman's shoulder or biting his own lip. The Slytherin dug his nails on his shoulder, mimicking the bite and finding pleasure from the thought of it, mixed with just enough pain. Seeing Sebastian begging for his bites was enough to tip Leander over to the edge, and the pain was enough to make Sebastian reach his climax too.

One came inside the woman's tight heat as she moaned and came too, and the other came on the wall in front of him, painting it white with thick spurts of come. A silence floated in the room between them, the woman going to kiss Leander. He kissed back, pupils avoiding hers and instead seeking out Sebastian's. One second looking away was enough for the Slytherin to leave, and when he tried to look at him again, he was gone. Loneliness, nostalgia, fear.

He never saw Sebastian again after that night. They went their own ways, ways that did not involve each other. They never felt the warmth that their pupils procured again, and never could find pupils that fulfilled their emptiness.

[js-a-writer]

This is the rest of the tgs Part 3. of my requests page/people I write for post.

(basically just the rest of the tags and a link to the requests page since I could only for like 30 tags on each post)

[captainsarahscratches]

Okay, so I'm thinking about writing a fic. I've never posted aby original content here but i keep thinking of ideas that would be hot to read about. So if anyone on here has ideas for a first fic. Probably something short to start off, let me know.

And if anyone from my personal life is on here, just look away lol, this is horny wrestling/marvel fangirl shit. And we will never discuss it on person...

[saibugslegacy]

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

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

Forehead kisses, and smiling through the kiss

Resting their forehead on the other’s after a kiss

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kissing away their tears

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

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

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

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

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

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

Good morning and goodnight texts

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

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

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

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When Ambrose gets to Hogwarts 5th year he has no wizard money and his parents refuse to give him muggle money either, so he doesn't have much beside what he finds laying around (which, for story purposes, is not as much as in the game).

Sebastian is vaguely aware of this but it really comes to his attention when winter rolls around and Sebastian realizes the only gloves Ambrose has are dueling gloves that came with the armor and adventuring sets he'd acquired, and Ambrose refused to wear those casually lest they wear down and leave him without dueling gloves for all the fights he ends up in.

So, because I'm a big fan of the headcanon that Sebastian knows how to sew, he sits down and very carefully makes Ambrose his own pair of gloves, green and yellow with embroidered snakes so Ambrose can show off his house even when he isn't in uniform and to show him he belongs in Slytherin no matter what some of their housemates say

These are the gloves, if that wasn't clear;

[girl-named-matty]

Comforting hugs after a close call 🫂💕

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The Tally

In which Sebastian isn’t subtle

Word count: 1.1k

Sebastian Sallow x Gn!MC

Ft. OC content (not romantic)

MC is chilling in the background, good for them

A/N: fuck it Mara content. Basically, I want more Sebastian & oc antics, but without any romantic strings attached. Also i'm rusty with fanfic, please forgive me LOL

Sebastian wasn’t paying attention. He’s trying to, he really is. But his mind drifts back to… them. And well, how could it not? He fondly recalled their recent trip to the Forbidden Forest before a familiar voice brought him back to reality.

“Eleven..” Mara marks down with a flick of her quill then resumes back to her potions assignment. 

Sebastian frowns. For the past week, his friend has been making a tally. It’s been absolutely unbearable. One moment they’ll be in the midst of a lesson and the next moment she’s muttering a ‘thirteen’ or ‘twenty-seven’ under her breath before jotting it down in the margins of her schoolwork.

It’s insufferable.

And what’s worse - she won’t tell him what she’s counting.

He attempted to look, but Professor Sharp came to their side of the room, so Sebastian returned to his own (notably sparse) notes. It was difficult to pay attention when he was so insatiably curious. The rest of the class was a blur.

It kept on happening. In Herbology, in Defense against the Dark arts, in Charms, even History of Magic. She’d be half awake, face almost plummeting into the desk, and yet Mara would still have the audacity to add to her ever-growing list. 

Fine, whatever. She was jotting down numbers in class. Why did he care? Sure, it was incredibly annoying, and sure, nothing irked him more than her hiding it from him, but still. It’s not as if he was entitled to know.

But then that infernal list came out during dinner. He couldn’t take it anymore.

Mara elbowed Imelda and whispered, “I think it’s at 64 today alone.” To which the other girl snorted, cupping her mouth behind her hands.

He kicks Mara underneath the table, and she nearly skyrockets out of her seat. “So you told Reyes and not me?”

“What are you talking about?” 

His eyes narrow. “You know.”

“Do I?”

“Let me see it.”

She leans back, as if contemplating if she should or not. Eventually Mara relents and pulls out the tiny piece of parchment she’d been furiously scribbling in. She slid it over to him in one fluid motion.

Desperately, he snatched it from her, his brows still furrowed. But she’d given it to him at the very least, which had to count for something.

He opens it up and the short slab of paper unfurls into a long, grandiose scroll that rolls right into his lap. As expected, there’s a lot of numbers written down the middle, but to his horror, right there at the top in bold fancy lettering, read the following:

'How Many Times Sebastian has talked about (and/or looked at)…'

And there it was, their name. In equally fancy lettering: the former new fifth year, current Hero of Hogwarts. The list was long, half as long as it was comprehensive. No, it wasn’t just a string of tally marks, each was grouped into a specific class, on a specific date. With each being totaled at the end of the day. She had put more effort into this than her schoolwork, which was a minor consolation, all things considered.

“It started as a joke, but we just kept going.”

“We?!”

Then he saw, below the title, began the tally. Mara’s chicken-scratch handwriting was prominent, but to his chagrin he noticed several other familiar letterings. Notably, Ominis’ skilled hand had jotted down additional notes in the far left margin. 

“I told you, you have a problem.” She shrugs, and Sebastian has to bite his tongue to argue that this is far more of a problem than his infatuation could ever be.

But then, Sebastian’s eyes skim the very bottom and there it is. It’s a small animated, yet crude drawing of him. The drawing of miniature Sebastian had comically oversized hearts instead of eyes. 

He gapes, “You can’t be serious.”

“Deadly.”

“I admit, she has far too much time on her hands.” Ominis quips from his side, but Sebastian doesn’t need to look at his friend to hear the smirk in his voice.

“Don’t start.” He frowns. “You’ve been in on this too!”

“You’re not particularly subtle, Sebastian.” The boy reminds him.

“The list can’t be this long.” He pushes the parchment away and points a finger accusingly at the girls seated across from him. “You snuck some in here, I know it.” 

Imelda and Mara both give him an incredulous look, as if wrackspurts were growing out of his ears. Had he been that obvious? Clearly.

“I don’t fancy them.” Is all he can sputter out.

Her eyes narrowed. “Is that so?”

“Yes.”

“Then I’m sure you’ll have no qualms about them going on a date with Andrew Larson tomorrow.” She grins deviously.

She couldn’t be serious. This was all just another ploy. Mara got a kick out of his suffering. It was the quirk of their friendship. There’s no way someone like them would go out with Andrew Larson. Right? But now he couldn’t be sure.

He craned his neck over to look at them, ignoring how that only meant Mara would add her another tally to the list.. and there they were. They wore a bright smile as they combed stray hairs out of their face, laughing alongside the rest of their housemates. Thankfully, no sign of Andrew Larson. 

Still… no - he had to make sure. Surely he could find an excuse to steal them away for an afternoon. Perhaps some sparring practice in the Undercroft, or another hairbrained scheme to sneak into the restricted section. 

But just as Sebastian is ruminating over what exactly he plans on saying, their eyes meet his. Warm and inviting with cheeks slightly flushed from the prolonged eye contact, it takes everything in him not to run over there immediately. Out from under the table, he feels someone kick him. Half expecting it to be Mara, he’s quick to retort but looks over to see it’s Imelda instead.

“Go on, Sallow, make my day.” Her voice couldn’t be more sarcastic even if she tried.

He grumbled but stood up. He had to. What if that infernal list made its way to them, of all people? Not that his three friends would be so malicious as to do that - but the castle walls themselves are ripe with gossip. No, he’ll tell them right now if he has to. If Sebastian played his cards right, this would all be but a distant memory.

It’s only when he’s out of earshot that the three Slytherins fall into their usual gossip, the list of tally marks soon to be foregone entirely. 

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Okay I have a few of these, one of which I'm double posting for hogtober. I found one for each of my MCs. Needless to say these get really long so readers beware of me yapping

Everett and Some Light Arson

"Hi there!" Everett chirped from behind him.

"Fuck," Ambrose muttered and stepped to the side, but Sebastian still kept an arm around his waist. "This is Everett."

"Your brother?" Sebastian's eyebrows shot up and almost disappeared into his bangs.

"Yeah, him," Ambrose nodded. "Ev, this is my boyfriend-"

"Ominis or Sebastian?" Everett cut him off, eyes now narrowed. Was he threatening? How was he threatening?

"Sebastian," Sebastian answered with a chuckle.

Everett's eyes narrowed further and before Ambrose realized what he was doing, the hem of Sebastian's robes was engulfed in flame.

"Ow!" Sebastian cried as he threw his robes onto the ground to escape the flames.

"Everett!" Ambrose scolded. But Everett just stood there glaring at Sebastian with his arms crossed, four feet and nine inches of 11 year old rage.

"Don't call my brother ignorant," Everett warned.

"Trust me I have apologized for that at length," Sebastian swore. "Multiple times."

Everett glanced at Ambrose who nodded, and suddenly Everett was his normal lighthearted self, holding his hand out for Sebastian to shake.

"Nice to meet you then," Everett grinned. Sebastian hesitantly shook his hand.

Percival x Sebastian AU

Percival had to admit, the smack of his hand across Sebastian’s face was incredibly satisfying.

“Hey!” Sebastian exclaimed, cradling his cheek. Percival had cornered him just outside the Undercroft which Idris had left a few minutes ago.

“What in Merlin’s name is wrong with you?!” Percival demanded.

“I could ask you the same thing!” Sebastian retorted.

“Garreth told me about the Triptych!”

Sebastian’s eyes widened in a way that would be comical if Percival wasn’t so pissed off.

“Percival we were just-” Sebastian tried to say but Percival shoved him into the wall and held him there by his robes. With how weak Percival was now Sebastian could probably just push him off but the other boy didn’t even try.

“Do you have any idea what you dragged them into?” Percival asked. Sebastian didn’t reply and Percival pulled him back to shove him again. “We’re already neck deep in these trials and ancient magic, we have to deal with Rookwood and Ranrok coming after us, and you’ve got them looking into Isidora? The woman the Keeper’s use as a cautionary tale and apparently scared or father so much he fled the Wizarding World altogether? I ask again, what is wrong with you?”

“We aren’t doing it to find out about Isidora,” Sebastian corrected him. “We’re trying to save you!”

“This isn’t how I want to be saved!” Percival cried. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes but he wasn’t sure what drew them forward. His grip on Sebastian’s robes tightened. “Messing with Ancient Magic and dark magic is what made me curse myself in the first place. You’re going to get yourselves killed! I don’t want people dying for me Sebastian!”

All he could think about was Idris and Sebastian’s bodies, bloody and broken and torn apart like everyone else he had ever loved. The two of them and their few other friends were all Percival had. He’d deal with the pain the rest of his life, however short it was, to save them. For Merlin’s sake, he would die tomorrow if that was what it took. He made that choice when he pulled the curse into his chest.

He knew Sebastian felt indebted to him for saving Anne and Idris was just as desperate not to lose him as he was about him. But this just wasn’t right. Percival used to be drawn to the endless questions and taboo of dark magic until he felt it himself. Then he heard about Idris…

“Ominis told me about the Scriptorium too,” Percival said, no longer yelling but now he sounded defeated. He felt defeated too. Sebastian winced and had the decency to look down in shame. “Idris had to cast an Unforgivable. They had to torture you, Sebastian. How can you not see-”

The only warning he got was how all his muscles tightened at once before the pain gripped his chest. Percival cried out and released Sebastian, legs giving out and sending him crashing to the floor. Sebastian didn’t hesitated to fall to his knees next to Percy and haul the Ravenclaw into his arms. He held Percival as he shook and clenched his jaw, just trying not to scream from the pain racking his body. Sebastian cradled the back of Percival’s head and Percival tucked his face into the crook of Sebastian’s neck to hid his tears.

When the pain finally faded neither of them moved. Percival let himself be held and Sebastian was more than happy to hold him. Thrilled even. All he wanted to do was protect Percival from the world. What Percival didn’t know was that that was the case before Percy even met Anne. Then the curse happened and all Sebastian could think about was losing two people he loved to the same evil. He couldn’t handle that. He refused to let it happen, no matter what it took.

“Don’t save me like this,” Percival muttered. “Or I’ll kill you myself.”

Protective Odysseus

(warning, this one is the most brutal and violent of them all)

Odysseus heard the though before he heard the spell.

Suddenly he was eleven years old, pleading with Ominis’s mother to leave Ominis alone while Ominis’s older brothers physically held him back. But she said the word anyway and Ominis stiffened. He lifted his wand to the sobbing muggles on the ground and said the last thing Odysseus thought he’d hear from Ominis’s lips.

Then Odysseus was thirteen. A witch was bound and gagged at his feet and screaming her head off. Uncle Magnus ordered him again to tear through her Occlumency walls to find some Auror that was mucking up the Poacher’s operations. Odysseus tried but he didn’t try very hard. Magnus could tell as he put his wand to Odysseus’s skull and sad the word. The woman began screaming for a different reason.

Then he was back in the Feldcroft catacombs. He watched Ominis stiffen again and he saw the red in his eyes. He saw the red light at the end of Sebastian’s wand.

Odysseus lunged, rage fueling his every movement. The benefit of not having a wand until fifteen was he could fight, something most wizards weren’t prepared for. Odysseus grabbed Sebastian’s wand arm and yanked it down as he brought his knee up to meet it. He heard a loud snap and Sebastian screamed. His wand clattered to the ground. Odysseus swung at his face hard enough to draw blood from both his nose and his mouth. It hurt Odysseus’s knuckles but he didn’t care.

He swung his leg and hit Sebastian in the back of the knees so he crumbled. He followed it with another kick to the chest so Sebastian was sprawled on his back. Sebastian couldn’t even think long enough to defend himself, too blinded by the pain. Odysseus could feel it in his every thought and all he felt was victorious. But not satisfied.

He did what he wished he could do to his uncle and his future father in law every single day. He climbed on top of Sebastian and swung. He punched Sebastian in the face with every bit of strength he had. Over and over and over. His knuckles split. It got to a point that he couldn’t tell what blood was his and what blood was Sebastian’s. He just kept going.

All he could hear was the witch’s screams, the muggle’s screams, Ominis’s sobs when he realized what he’d done, his uncle and Hiram only calling him by the name he was born with. All he felt was Ominis trembling in his arms and clutching to Odysseus’s dress in their attic sanctuary, how it felt to shatter that woman’s mind and then fall to the ground with blood dripping from his nose. All he saw was Hiram’s face, Magnus’s face, meeting his fist yet still sneering at him and taunting him.

Hands grabbed him and physically dragged him off Sebastian. Odysseus fought their grip but they held on, refusing to let him launch himself at Sebastian again.

“Odysseus please!” Ominis pleaded. Odysseus paused long enough to realize he was taking long heaving breaths and Ominis was clinging to him desperately. “He’s had enough!”

Odysseus looked at Sebastian, really looked at him. He looked beaten to a pulp and Odysseus didn’t even care. Odysseus had knocked him unconscious at some point. He still didn’t care.

“We have to take him to the Hospital Wing,” Ominis begged. For anyone else Odysseus would have said to leave Sebastian there to rot. But for Ominis he nodded curtly.

Odysseus levitated Sebastian off the ground so Odysseus held out his arm for Ominis to thread his through. Odysseus led them out of the catacombs and flooed them to the hospital wing. Nurse Blainey rushed to Sebastian’s side and Ominis came up with some sort of lie that shifted the blame off Odysseus but all Odysseus did was stare at Sebastian’s unconscious and bloody body.

He deserved worse.

Sebrose Divorce Arc (aka the "ignorant" scene)

“Now for the moment of truth,” Sebastian said. He was obviously nervous and Ambrose didn’t blame him. If this canvas didn’t fit into the Triptych…

“It has to fit,” Ambrose said.

He approached the triptych and lined up the canvas with the panel on the right side. As soon as he laid it out the canvas piece gre and mended itself until it fit the space so well it was like it had never left it. Ambrose heard Sebastian sigh in relief behind him.

The new view was a coastline, specifically a cliff face with trees lining the top. Ambrose had no idea where it was. He was incredibly lucky Sebastian grew up in the Hogwarts are or they would be completely lost.

“I don’t suppose you recognize the location in this bit of canvas?” Ambrose asked.

“The good news is, I do, in fact,” Sebastian answered.

“And the bad news?”

“We’re in for more trouble.”

Now it was Ambrose’s turn to sigh, though not in relief. Of course. Why could nothing be simple? Why did he have to blast his way through goblins and poachers to complete even simple tasks like retrieving a piece of a portrait?

“I know that coast,” Sebastian told him. There was an edge to his voice Ambrose didn’t like. “Ranrok has taken over a huge mine and the surrounding area. Marunweem has suffered for it. It’s as bad as Feldcroft’s become. Should we head there now?”

Ambrose’s impulse was to say yes and just go to get it over with. What was one more of Ranrok’s messes to clean up? After that he was sure there’d be another. Better to get on top of it and get the job done than whine about it.

Unless there was a better way. Maybe instead of cleaning up all of Ranrok’s messes Ambrose could stop him from making them at all. He already had another pair of eyes that would suit that exact purpose.

“We should wait,” Ambrose suggested.

“Why?” Sebastian demanded. Ambrose narrowed his eyes at the tone but he let it slide like he always did. Sebastian always got touchy around the subject of Ranrok and goblins, but Ambrose knew Sebastian well enough to know touchy was all it would be.

“We’ve been a step behind Ranrok this whole time,” Ambrose pointed out. “I may know someone who could help us get ahead.”

“Who is that?” Sebastian asked. See, he was already more on edge than angry, which was progress.

“A friendly goblin,” Ambrose said, completely thoughtlessly. Maybe the rest of the situation could have been avoided had he put a little more thought into his words and the boy in front of him. “He won’t-”

“A friendly goblin?” Sebastian exclaimed. “You know goblins cursed my sister to shut her up. Said she should be ‘seen and not heard’.”

Ambrose did know that. He bit back another sigh. Sighing seemed to be all he did nowadays.

“I do,” Ambrose replied patiently. “But not all goblins-”

“Not all goblins what?!” Sebastian cried. “Have you forgotten Feldcroft? Have you forgotten the mine we just went through.

Ambrose felt his fingers clenching into a fist as he tried to control his frustration. Sometimes Sebastian reacted in anger in a way he didn’t mean. All Ambrose had to do was stay calm and the anger would pass. But with Sebastian continuing to interrupt him he wasn’t sure how long his patience would hold.

Ambrose hated being angry. It maade him feel dirty and wrong. He especially hated acting on his anger. That made him feel like his mother. Hie patience was his virtue. It kept him calm, collected, and had saved multiple tense situations from escalating.

But over the last few months he hadn’t been able to wish away his anger. He pushed it away but it just stored itself in the back of his mind. His frustration, exhaustion, irritation, even the pure rage he felt when the Poachers attacked his brother. He was on the edge of snapping already and Sebastian was making it hard. But he could keep it down, he always did.

“No, Sebastian, I haven’t,” Ambrose assured him. “But you aren’t listening to me.”

“Why would I listen to someone so ignorant?!”

Ambrose swung.

His fist collided with Sebastian’s jaw, sending him stumbling into the wall behind him. Before he even realized what he was doing Ambrose swung again, hitting him in the temple and leaving him sprawled on the ground.

“How fucking dare you,” Ambrose growled. “Ignorant? Me?! After everything I’ve done for you? All your tempter tantrums and outbursts and stupid decisions I was right there next to you, having your back you ungrateful child. I ask you for this one thing, to have an open mind and be reasonable, and you called me ignorant?!”

“You are so full of spite and bitterness you don’t even see it. How your darkness infects everyone around you. How ignorant you are. I clung to you anyway, so sure I could help you. Not because I thought I had to for once, but because I wanted to because for some reason I care about you. I wanted to be your light but now I’m not even sure you deserve it. You don’t deserve my patience. You don’t deserve my trust. And after that you don’t deserve my friendship.”

“Then keep it!” Sebastian shouted back. “I don’t want it anymore if you’re going to think like this! I don’t want to be saved! I don’t need saved! Anne does! And if you aren’t going to help me get justice for her or save her then stay out of my life.”

Ambrose wanted to stay. He wasn’t sure why. Maybe to apologize. Maybe to yell more. Maybe to try and reason with him. But none of those things happened. None of those things would matter. Sebastian would hear none of them. So he left Sebastian there on a floor with an already forming bruise on his jaw and Ambrose’s broken heart right next to him.

He didn’t really expect anyone to look for him. No one else knew what happened to him. He assumed he could spend the rest of the night right where he was and just gather himself in the morning. As always, he underestimated his boyfriend.

When Ominis found him the Room of Requirement had been completely torn apart. As soon as Ambrose had stormed in he’d sent Deek away so the house elf wouldn’t have to see it, then he started throwing things to the ground and casting every destructive curse he knew. By the time he’d sank to the ground against the staircase, broken and defeated, there was nothing left intact.

His desk was in charred pieces. The potions stations had been demolished, spilling ingredients, glass phials, and deformed cauldrons onto the floor. Dirt covered half the room after he cast bombarda at his plants. Most of them were on fire now. The banners and statues he used to decorate the room had been torn apart.

When the door opened Ambrose didn’t bother to move other than to turn his head. Ominis stood there, wand lit with red light. He seemed frozen, trying to take in however much of the damage his wand could pick up. Ambrose wanted to warn him to be careful since he wouldn’t be able to see things like embers and glass, but his voice didn’t seem to work.

“Reparo,” Ominis casted. The spell worked perfectly. He’d need new ingredients and seeds but everything else fixed itself right before his eyes, down to the slytherin banners on the wall. He felt sick looking at them now. His brain kept going back to the Scriptorium, where he’d let Sebastian torture him only for everything to end like this.

“Ambrose?” Ominis called into the room, grip on his wand so tight Ambrose could see his white knuckles from across the room. Right, Ambrose probably blended into the chaos Ominis had fixed for him.

“Over here,” Ambrose muttered.

Ominis approached him, putting a hand out to feel the staircase. He slid down to sit next to Ambrose. For a few minutes nothing happened. Neither of them moved or spoke or even touched. Just being around Ominis helped him relax some. It was hard to be angry around him. Not that he had much anger left. Now he just felt lost and alone. At least with Ominis he didn’t feel alone.

“What happened?” Ominis asked quietly.

“Sebastian Sallow,” Ambrose answered, but calling his mumbles speech may be a stretch.

“I see,” Ominis sighed.

He scooted closer and Ambrose turned to rest his head on Ominis’s shoulder. Ominis set down his wand to wrap his arms around Ambrose’s shoulders and just held him. Maybe Ambrose should have cried. He probably needed to. There was no better time to do it. But he didn’t have tears or rage left. All of it was gone along with Sebastian.

Idris Snapping

Idris wwas still breathing heavily even after the fight with the goblins was over. They looked over their shoulder, so filled with rage they were shaking with it.

“What?” Sebastian sighed.

“What? What?” Idris laughed incredulously. It was a little manic, to the point Sebastian went from annoyed to concerned and a little afraid. “You almost got us both killed!”

“But I didn’t,” Sebastian replied.

“Expelliarmus!”

The spell sent Sebastian stumbling back while his wand went in the other direction. It only took a quick summoning charm for the wand to fly into their hand.

“What are you doing?” Sebastian exclaimed. “How am I supposed to fight without my wand?”

“You aren’t!” Idris snapped. “You got me this far and I’m grateful. But I am so sick of you. You’re angry. You’re desperate. News flash, I AM TOO! My brother DIED!”

“Saving my sister!”

“I DON’T CARE!”

Silence followed his scream.

“I do not care,” Idris repeated. “I don’t care how he died or how he got cursed. He did. I’m going to find a way to cure him. And I will not let you get in my way anymore or get me killed before I can save him. Am I fucking clear?”

Sebastian nodded as he stared at them.

“Do not follow me,” Idris nodded. “Go back. I will give your wand back when I get there.”

Idris didn’t wait for him to speak. They turned, casted a disillusionment charm, and continued to climb up the mountain.

A conversation with some friends had me curious: at what point in the story would your MCs get fed up with Sebastian and turn to violence? Reblog with your beating some sense into Sebastian scenes. Verbal beatings count too!

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Here are Isobel's best hitting Sebastian scenes. (There are a few. Her fic is named after beating this little shit)

Needless to say, it gets a little violent under the cut.

After we witness the Slytherin boys argument in the Great Hall, written from Ominis' perspective overhearing what happens after he walks away

As I left, too frustrated with Sebastian to speak with him another second, I noticed Isobel lingering nearby. Before I was even out of earshot, she started absolutely laying into him. That snapped me out of my annoyance long enough to decide I should stick around to listen in.

“SEBASTIAN SALLOW, YOU TROLL-BRAINED DUGBOG! Why are you hassling Ominis about dark magic when he clearly wants nothing to do with it?”

“Salazar Slytherin had a secret scriptorium here at Hogwarts and he knows where it is. Don't you see? This could be where I need to look to cure Anne!”

“And why exactly do you think that? Why in God's name would you think Salazar Slytherin knew anything about your sister's curse? For all you know, it was invented long after he died.”

"No, you don't understand, he just doesn't want to show me because his family-”

“Stop.”

“But-”

“No. If you're about to try and spill more of his secrets to me, I don't want to hear it. If Ominis wants me to know something, he'll tell me himself and I don't appreciate you trying to use his secrets to convince me to side with you, not that whatever you were about to say could possibly have worked towards that end.”

“Oh, come on! Don't you at least want to see it? Such an ancient secret room?”

“No I don't. I have enough ancient secrets haunting me, I don't need to know about this one.”

Sebastian huffed and kicked at the floor. “You stubborn- You just want me to let Anne die then?! Screw you!”

A loud slap rang out and I covered my mouth in shock. 

“Never speak to me that way again.”

After (in Isobel's cannon divergent timeline) Anne destroyed the relic and Isobel burned Slytherin's spellbook

When Sebastian noticed the book in flames he tried to put it out before realizing it was beyond saving then turned to me.

“Isobel, what is wrong with you?! I had a lead that could have saved my sister and now I have nothing! She's going to die because of yo-”

I slapped him. He definitely deserved it but it was nothing compared to the verbal smackdown he was about to receive.l

“Did you ever consider that your sister doesn't want to be saved by something like that or that it could have turned her into an inferi? She said herself that she doesn't think there's a cure and while shrivel figs might be harmless, this certainly isn't. Either pursue a cure she would approve of or let her die in peace. She doesn't need the stress of watching her twin descend into darkness.” Sebastian was left speechless. I turned to Anne “I'm sorry we didn't keep you filled in better. I'll tell you all about where the book came from and everything else later if you'd like.”

“I'd like that very much, thank you. It gives me some peace knowing that Sebastian has two friends who can take care of him for me.”

After Isobel and Ominis return from the first triptych quest

When we appeared, we were immediately met by Sebastian pacing in front of the triptych

Shit

“You had no intention of taking me to search for the triptych pieces, did you? Ominis, how could you hide this from me too?”

“Leave Ominis out of this, Sebastian. I asked him to come and not to tell you. I'm only looking into this to prove to you that it can't help Anne and so far, it's only looking more like I'm right.”

“Where's the next piece then?”

“I’m going to deliver it to Anne tomorrow. You don't need to see it.”

“What's in the bag?” 

“None of your business.”

“Really? Om, come on, this is unreasonable. Are you really going to let me be cut out of the loop like this?”

Ominis was definitely going to cave soon. He's not good at saying no to Sebastian and Sebastian was using that to his advantage. It was infuriatingly manipulative. I marched over to Sebastian, taking my glove off as I did, and slapped him so hard that he fell on his ass. 

“How dare you speak to him like that! You know exactly why I don't trust you with this. I know you don't seem to understand the concept of respecting your friends' privacy but under no circumstances should you ever pressure someone to tell you secrets they aren't supposed to tell you. Do you not see the position you're putting him in? You're acting as though you're entitled to any information he has, but you aren't. With you acting like this, his only options would be to betray my trust or make you angry. You're only doing this because you know you can manipulate him more easily than me. You're supposed to be his best friend, aren't you? What kind of best friend does that?”

He looked like a mooncalf in the path of a rampaging graphorn. Good. He should be utterly terrified of me right now. I picked my bag of books up and took Ominis’ hand, leading him away

“Come on Ominis, he'll come apologize for that shameful display when he's ready to be a good friend.”

After Isobel catches Sebastian following her and Anne on a date

I dragged him by the arm to the area behind the greenhouse since no one ever goes there and it was nearby.

“Alright, you have one minute to explain why you think following Anne and I on our dates is acceptable.”

“I can't just let you drag her into dangerous-”

I slapped him with the back of my hand.

“Wrong answer, try again”

“What the hell is wrong with y-”

I slapped him again

“WOULD YOU STOP THAT!”

He grabbed my wrist

“You clearly don't care about what's really best for Anne or you wouldn't be keeping her away from me and making her do all these dangerous things!”

I was slapping him with my non dominant hand before so that's the one he was holding but after that? He'll be lucky if he doesn't spend the night in the hospital wing. I punched him as hard as I could and did he ever go down. I'm done suppressing this anger. He deserves it now.

“Are you kidding me?!” One kick to his side as he tried to get up “I've done nothing but think of Anne since that day in the catacombs” another kick “I've been trying for weeks to convince her to see you again so she won't regret it and you” kick “just” kick “can't” kick “stop screwing everything up!”

Through gasps for air and pained groans as I finally let him sit up without being kicked back down again, he tried to respond

“You've been trying to convince her?” 

“Yeah, and I finally did. You were supposed to come see her with Garreth in three days but now how the hell can I allow that? She told me specifically that she doesn't want to see you till I think you're improving but how can I think that when you still have no respect for her privacy or free will?”

“But… no, this isn't fair! I thought you were just trying to date her and keeping me away made that easier.”

“Oh, yes, I would definitely choose to fall madly in love with a girl I know is going to die before we reach our twenties, just because I wanted to have fun! I definitely wanted to be fantasizing about a wedding I know will never happen! You got me Sebastian, I'm just in it to snog your sister till I get to have the very fun experience of watching the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with die. Do you have the brain of a puffskein or did you really only think this through on the most shallow level imaginable? I love Anne and I'm going to do everything I can to make her happy. That includes beating the stupid out of you and it would have included ignoring my own feelings if they weren't mutual but they are so maybe you should spend a little less time worrying about your stupid vendetta against me and a little more time being happy that your sister gets to be in love before she dies and that you could have a couple more years to spend with her if you weren't so full of yourself.”

I left. He was trying to say something but my ears were ringing and tears were rolling down my face. I just can't listen to whatever he has to say right now.

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hello! i’m char and welcome to my blog! i’m an occasional fic writer but mostly i shitpost and make memes relating to hogwarts legacy/harry potter. i also really like posting about my ocs and sometimes draw <3 prewlow shipper, huge leander stan and newt scamander’s personal defence attorney. anti jkr, pro trans rights

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