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[beansnsoup]

I rly wish the hogwarts legacy fandom would wake tf up from their hibernation.

[bloodandlegacy]

Andromeda Gaunt.

A name shrouded in whispers and bound by bloodlines cursed with darkness. As the secret child of Morfin Gaunt—descendant of Salazar Slytherin—and Cassiopeia Black, her very existence is a scandal buried deep within two of the wizarding world's most infamous families. Her lineage is a story of betrayal, cruelty, and unrelenting power, a legacy that has scarred her in ways even she struggles to comprehend.

Marked by a blood curse and shadowed by a force she cannot fully control, Andromeda has lived a life defined by pain and secrecy. Raised by a woman who despised magic, she was taught to fear her own abilities, suppressing her power until it twisted into something darker—a force born of repression and anger, waiting to either destroy her or bend to her will.

But secrets cannot stay buried forever. A forgotten relic reveals the truth of her past, pulling her into the forbidden history of her parents and the darkness woven into her bloodline. With the weight of her ancestry pressing down on her, Andromeda must choose whether to embrace the shadows of her heritage or fight against the chains that bind her to a history of cruelty and vengeance.

Haunted by her father’s death, cursed by her mother’s betrayal, and fueled by a relentless desire for retribution against Tom Riddle, Andromeda’s path is uncertain. Her empathy, once pure, becomes tainted by the same darkness she seeks to master, pulling her closer to the edge of no return.

In a world where power and pain are inextricably linked, Andromeda Gaunt stands at the crossroads of destiny, determined to forge her own path. But as she delves deeper into the mysteries of her bloodline and the dark forces that call to her, the question remains: will she shape her legacy, or will it consume her?

[justanotherwriterchick]

1. Arriving at Hogwarts

It has nearly ten years since I've written something, so bare with me. And please let me know if it is worth continuing. Hogwarts Legacy fanfic (mostly) following the storyline, Sebastian x MC

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It was dark outside by the time they entered the Entrance Hall. The castle was warm and inviting, but it couldn’t lift the gloomy mood that the two travelers brought in. “Fig, nice of you to join us. The Sorting Ceremony is over.” A tall, interesting figure entered through the large doors in front of them. He was dressed in an expensive suit and his dark beard and moustache were carefully manicured. “There were… Complications,” Professor Fig answered. He cleared his throat, getting ready for another sentence, but he was rudely interrupted by the perfectly groomed man. “Complications?” the man scoffed. “The goblin problem has –“ “Enough!” The tall man groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Goblins. I’ve no time for rumours, Fig. And I’m rapidly losing whatever patience I had left.” He turns to the second traveler, a younger boy that hadn’t spoken yet. “If you’re lucky, we might still be able to get you sorted this evening.” With a dramatic gesture, the man turned around and stormed back through the doors. “Good luck with Headmaster Black. I’ll be in touch, lay low Tobias,” Fig whispered, as he backed away. “And best to keep what happened to ourselves for now, eh?”

As Professor Weasley and Tobias were making their way to the Slytherin common room, Tobias was walking from one surprise into another. His parents had always praised Hogwarts, but seeing it for himself was something different. It was truly magnificent. Every room, every hallway was even more impressive than the previous one. After some time, and a lot of mind-dazzling views, the two arrived at a crossing in the dungeons of the castle. The wall in front of them was empty, with two braziers lighting the room. “It is quite uncommon for a student to begin as a fifth year. It might be a bit of a challenge, but one I’m sure you’re up for.” “I can be quite resourceful, professor.” “I suspected as much. Now, this is the entrance to the Slytherin common room.” Professor Weasley gestured towards the empty wall. “To enter, one must simply speak the correct password: aspiration.”   Tobias raised an eyebrow. “Very well.” He walked up to the empty wall and confidently repeated the password. “Aspiration.” The floor started to tremble a bit as a large, stone snake statue started to move. It glided over the wall to form a frame, revealing a large, intricately decorated wooden door. “Well done. First hallway to the right, second entrance is where you can find your dorm. Now go on in and get some sleep, you have a big day ahead of you tomorrow.” Professor Weasley clapped together her hands and gave Tobias a nod. “Thank you, professor. Good night.”

The Slytherin common room was a dungeon-like room with greenish lamps and chairs. The dungeon extended partway under the lake, giving the light in the room a green tinge. It had lots of low backed black and dark green button-tufted, leather sofas, skulls, and dark wood cupboards. A cackling fireplace lit up the room and several Slytherins were still enjoying a cup of tea and soft-spoken conversations. It was dark and gloomy, but somehow it felt like home to Tobias. As much as he wanted to take a look around, perhaps it was best to leave that for the next day. The journey towards Hogwarts had been… Eventful, to say the least. Following professor Weasleys instructions, Tobias made his way to his dormitory. Inside, he found four beds encircling a dimly lit brazier. The walls were rounded and covered in dark green wallpaper with intricate baroque patterns. The stone floor was covered by luxurious, dark green rugs, one under each bed, and several dark wooden closets, chests and chairs were positioned throughout the room. Looking up, Tobias noticed the ceiling was partly made of glass, allowing him to look into the Great Lake surrounding Hogwarts. The bed are made with soft-looking duvets and bedspreads in the same dark green as the rugs. Each bed it surrounded by thick curtains that are held back by curtain hooks shape like snakes. “You must be the new fifth year.” The soothing voice came from the right side of the room. On the bed is a boy, about the same age as Tobias. His brown hair was tussled and his eyes dark. He was holding a leatherbound, thick book and seemed to be halfway through it. The corners of his mouth curled slightly upwards upon seeing Tobias. “Welcome to Slytherin.” “Thank you,” Tobias smiled back. He reached his hand out to the boy. “I’m Tobias.” “I’m Sebastian. Sallow.” The boy shook Tobias’ hand. “Not everyone has a Ministry escort to bring them to school.” He grinned. Apparently word travels fast, Tobias thought to himself. Sebastian wasn’t wrong though, he did have a Ministry escort with him. Before the poor man was swallowed by a dragon, that is. As mentioned before, the journey towards Hogwarts had been eventful. “He was a friend of Professor Fig, he merely joined us for the ride,” Tobias brushed the remark off. “Still, impressive. Dreadful way to go though, poor fellow.” Sebastian’s face softened. “Glad you and Professor Fig are alright.” “We were lucky to escape with our lives.” Tobias gave Sebastian a slight smile again. “You must be exhausted. We can talk some more tomorrow, if you’d like.” With a loud thump Sebastian closed his book and put it in the drawer of his nightstand. “For now, get settled and get some rest. The bed next to me is yours.” He gestured towards the bed in the far right corner, and to Tobias’ surprise, his suitcase is already sitting on the chest next to it. With a bit of effort – it was a large suitcase – Tobias pulled the dark grey, leather suitcase off the chest. With two small clicks, the small, golden locks opened and Tobias lifted the top. He was too tired to organise everything right now, perhaps tomorrow, so he just got out what he needed for the night and shoved the suitcase under the bed.

After changing into his nightwear, Tobias climbed into bed. His bed now. It was weird to be in a place he never thought he would get to see. It was even weirder he could now call it home. With only his head poking out of the duvet, he turned towards Sebastian. He had gotten ready for bed as well, and was lying in his own bed, facing Tobias. “Enjoy your first night in the best Hogwarts house there is. And with an amazing roommate at that,” Sebastian smirked. Tobias snickered. “I’m excited to meet that roommate, what bed is theirs?” “Touche. You’ll meet them in the morning.” “Seriously though, thanks. See you tomorrow.” Tobias could just make out Sebastian’s face in the dark, now that the brazier was only smoldering. He looked amused, a smile dancing around his mouth. “Goodnight, newbie.” With those words, Sebastian turned around. It didn’t take long before Tobias could hear him breathing slower, and deeper. I don’t think I’ll be that fast asleep, he thought to himself. But the journey had taken its toll and his body needed the rest, so not much later, he dozed off. He didn’t even hear his other roommates come in.

The other traveler, Tobias, shuffled on his feet for a bit but then nodded and followed the headmaster through the doors. When he stepped foot over the doorstep, his eyes widened. In front of him was a huge hall, with four long rows of tables that were occupied by students. There were thousands of candles floating in the air and the ceiling looked like a dark night sky. And it was moving! Tobias was greeted by the smell of delicious food and the sound of happy chatter. He gasped a little, but was quickly thrown back into reality when he noticed everyone staring at him. He straightened his back, put on a smile and made his way through the middle of the tables. In front of him was a stage, with in the middle, a wooden stool. A stern-looking, but friendly smiling, older woman stood next to it. In her hands she held a hat. Is that the famous Sorting Hat? Tobias wondered. He had heard the stories about it from his parents, the hat was supposed to sort you into a Hogwarts House. It didn’t look like much though. “Professor Weasley! We have one more to be sorted.” Headmaster Black took his position on the other side of the stool. The older woman, Professor Weasley, gave Tobias a small nod. “Welcome. Just in time.” She patted the stool. “Have a seat.” As Tobias sat down, Professor Weasley lifted the hat and graciously put it on his head. “Ah, yes. A bit older than the others, aren’t you?” a crooked voice said softly. “You come here with preferences and preconceptions. Certain expectations.” “I’m looking forward to exploring Hogwarts and the world beyond the castle and its grounds,” Tobias replied, in the same soft, hushed tone. It felt a bit weird talking to an old, worn hat. “Hmm, indeed. Much can be gleaned from having an adventurous spirit. But your professors have a great deal to teach you as well… I wonder. Hmm, I sense something in you. A certain sense of – what is it? Loyalty? Ambition?” The Sorting Hat pauses for a minute. “You’ve recently learned you have a rare ability. I detect a growing sense of ambition, an eagerness for power. Perhaps you belong in… Slytherin!” The hat raised its voice for the last word. The students at the Slytherin table applauded and yelled excitedly as Professor Weasley pointed her wand at Tobias. With a smooth flick his robes turn into the Slytherin house robes, a stunning emerald green. He grinned as he stepped of the stage, taking a seat at the Slytherin table. The excitement of the other student was contagious. “I’m sure you all have plenty to do before classes begin tomorrow.” Professor Black had moved front-center of the stage, waving dismissively. All over, students are starting to get up. “Mister Sweetleaf!” Professor Weasley made her way towards Tobias. “Quite the entrance. Nice to meet you. I’m Professor Weasley. As deputy-Headmistress it is my honour to show you to your common room. Right this way.” She beckoned Tobias to follow her. “Nice to meet you too, professor.”  

As Professor Weasley and Tobias were making their way to the Slytherin common room, Tobias was walking from one surprise into another. His parents had always praised Hogwarts, but seeing it for himself was something different. It was truly magnificent. Every room, every hallway was even more impressive than the previous one. After some time, and a lot of mind-dazzling views, the two arrived at a crossing in the dungeons of the castle. The wall in front of them was empty, with two braziers lighting the room. “It is quite uncommon for a student to begin as a fifth year. It might be a bit of a challenge, but one I’m sure you’re up for.” “I can be quite resourceful, professor.” “I suspected as much. Now, this is the entrance to the Slytherin common room.” Professor Weasley gestured towards the empty wall. “To enter, one must simply speak the correct password: aspiration.”   Tobias raised an eyebrow. “Very well.” He walked up to the empty wall and confidently repeated the password. “Aspiration.” The floor started to tremble a bit as a large, stone snake statue started to move. It glided over the wall to form a frame, revealing a large, intricately decorated wooden door. “Well done. First hallway to the right, second entrance is where you can find your dorm. Now go on in and get some sleep, you have a big day ahead of you tomorrow.” Professor Weasley clapped together her hands and gave Tobias a nod. “Thank you, professor. Good night.”

The Slytherin common room was a dungeon-like room with greenish lamps and chairs. The dungeon extended partway under the lake, giving the light in the room a green tinge. It had lots of low backed black and dark green button-tufted, leather sofas, skulls, and dark wood cupboards. A cackling fireplace lit up the room and several Slytherins were still enjoying a cup of tea and soft-spoken conversations. It was dark and gloomy, but somehow it felt like home to Tobias. As much as he wanted to take a look around, perhaps it was best to leave that for the next day. The journey towards Hogwarts had been… Eventful, to say the least. Following professor Weasleys instructions, Tobias made his way to his dormitory. Inside, he found four beds encircling a dimly lit brazier. The walls were rounded and covered in dark green wallpaper with intricate baroque patterns. The stone floor was covered by luxurious, dark green rugs, one under each bed, and several dark wooden closets, chests and chairs were positioned throughout the room. Looking up, Tobias noticed the ceiling was partly made of glass, allowing him to look into the Great Lake surrounding Hogwarts. The bed are made with soft-looking duvets and bedspreads in the same dark green as the rugs. Each bed it surrounded by thick curtains that are held back by curtain hooks shape like snakes. “You must be the new fifth year.” The soothing voice came from the right side of the room. On the bed is a boy, about the same age as Tobias. His brown hair was tussled and his eyes dark. He was holding a leatherbound, thick book and seemed to be halfway through it. The corners of his mouth curled slightly upwards upon seeing Tobias. “Welcome to Slytherin.” “Thank you,” Tobias smiled back. He reached his hand out to the boy. “I’m Tobias.” “I’m Sebastian. Sallow.” The boy shook Tobias’ hand. “Not everyone has a Ministry escort to bring them to school.” He grinned. Apparently word travels fast, Tobias thought to himself. Sebastian wasn’t wrong though, he did have a Ministry escort with him. Before the poor man was swallowed by a dragon, that is. As mentioned before, the journey towards Hogwarts had been eventful. “He was a friend of Professor Fig, he merely joined us for the ride,” Tobias brushed the remark off. “Still, impressive. Dreadful way to go though, poor fellow.” Sebastian’s face softened. “Glad you and Professor Fig are alright.” “We were lucky to escape with our lives.” Tobias gave Sebastian a slight smile again. “You must be exhausted. We can talk some more tomorrow, if you’d like.” With a loud thump Sebastian closed his book and put it in the drawer of his nightstand. “For now, get settled and get some rest. The bed next to me is yours.” He gestured towards the bed in the far right corner, and to Tobias’ surprise, his suitcase is already sitting on the chest next to it. With a bit of effort – it was a large suitcase – Tobias pulled the dark grey, leather suitcase off the chest. With two small clicks, the small, golden locks opened and Tobias lifted the top. He was too tired to organise everything right now, perhaps tomorrow, so he just got out what he needed for the night and shoved the suitcase under the bed.

After changing into his nightwear, Tobias climbed into bed. His bed now. It was weird to be in a place he never thought he would get to see. It was even weirder he could now call it home. With only his head poking out of the duvet, he turned towards Sebastian. He had gotten ready for bed as well, and was lying in his own bed, facing Tobias. “Enjoy your first night in the best Hogwarts house there is. And with an amazing roommate at that,” Sebastian smirked. Tobias snickered. “I’m excited to meet that roommate, what bed is theirs?” “Touche. You’ll meet them in the morning.” “Seriously though, thanks. See you tomorrow.” Tobias could just make out Sebastian’s face in the dark, now that the brazier was only smoldering. He looked amused, a smile dancing around his mouth. “Goodnight, newbie.” With those words, Sebastian turned around. It didn’t take long before Tobias could hear him breathing slower, and deeper. I don’t think I’ll be that fast asleep, he thought to himself. But the journey had taken its toll and his body needed the rest, so not much later, he dozed off. He didn’t even hear his other roommates come in.

[dannydreamy]

A quick edit I did on my phone of Sebastion & Gabriel.

[ominisstanforever]

Owning a shop and telling students about his school days would really suit Ominis, you think. 2 years pass by and you're still dealing with Ranrok and his goons, but now that you've become a shop owner yourself, maybe you can finally see a future worth fighting for. Perhaps even one worth living for.

First chapter of my new fic is up! Been working on this one all week, massive spoilers ahead though so don't read unless you've finished the game!!!

[slytherinzz]

Shared thoughts

Summary: After years of friendship you and Ominis still remain blissfully unaware of eachothers feelings. Thats until an unwelcome encounter get's on Ominis's wrong side. Mentions of confrontation, jealousy and his skill of Legilimency.

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt X F!reader

A/n: requests are open :)

The Great Hall was alive with its usual hum of chatter and clinking cutlery. Seventh years hurriedly swapped notes on the upcoming Charms exam, their laughter mingling with the crackling of enchanted torches. Across the Slytherin table, Sebastian Sallow watched his two closest friends with a knowing smirk, his fork abandoned on his plate.

Ominis Gaunt sat poised as always, his fingers resting lightly against the edge of the table. His head tilted slightly toward his longtime friend, MC, who was describing—animatedly and a little breathlessly—her latest escapade sneaking into the Restricted Section. Sebastian chuckled to himself as he noticed the way Ominis shifted closer to her, his usually composed expression softening ever so slightly. And then there was MC, who casually brushed her hand against Ominis' sleeve, entirely unaware of how her touch lingered.

“You two are ridiculous, you know that?” Sebastian’s voice cut through the moment.

Ominis turned his sightless gaze toward Sebastian, his lips curving into a faint frown. “I don’t know what you’re on about, Sallow.”

Sebastian raised an eyebrow, but before he could retort, a voice interrupted.

“Excuse me, MC , might I have a word?”

Leander Prewett stood a few feet away, his Gryffindor tie slightly askew and his trademark cocky grin plastered on his face. Sebastian visibly stiffened, while Ominis'fingers curled subtly around the edge of his plate.

You glanced at Ominis before reluctantly nodding. “Sure, Leander. What is it?”

Leander wasted no time. “I’ve been meaning to ask—you and I, how about we go to Hogsmeade this weekend? Just the two of us. I’ll buy you a Butterbeer. Maybe a chocolate frog if you’re lucky.”

Ominis' grip on the table tightened, his jaw clenching.

“Leander, I don’t think—” you began, but he cut you off.

“Oh, come on. I’ve seen you around. You’re clever, funny, and—well, let’s just say you’re easy on the eyes. I have been dying to feel the warmth of the Hero of Hogwarts all to myself. You would like it! What do you say?”

The discomfort rippled through you. Your stomach churned, your mind screaming, Go away. Please, just leave me alone.

Ominis shifted in his seat, sensing your unease. He had long trained himself to tune out the cacophony of thoughts that his rare gift, Legilimency, could bring. But now, feeling the weight of your silence, he focused. With a single deliberate pull, your thoughts poured into his mind.

“Why won’t he stop? This is mortifying. I don’t want him—I don’t even like him. He makes me greatly uncomfortable. Why can’t he ever take no for an answer?”

Ominis' blood boiled. The protective urge surging within him overpowered his restraint. He rose to his feet, his usually measured voice laced with ice. “Prewett, she’s not interested. Step away.”

Leander scoffed, his grin faltering. “I wasn’t talking to you, Gaunt. Maybe let her speak for herself.”

“She already has. You just don’t listen.”

Leander’s face twisted in annoyance. “And what’s it to you, anyway?”

“It’s everything to me,” Ominis snapped, stepping closer. His usually calm demeanor cracked, the frustration and protectiveness spilling out.

Leander’s arrogance flared. “Oh, I see how it is. Guess the rumors about you two are true. Well, maybe she should find someone with a little more—”

Before he could finish, Ominis; wand was in his hand, and Leander’s was out just as quickly. Spells flew, sparks illuminating the hall as students scrambled to clear a path. his calculated precision clashed against Leander’s reckless force. Leander feeling he would lose against the Gaunt boy, he decided to play dirty and and do what Ominis would never expect coming to him.

A fist collided with his face. Busting Ominis' lip.

The room gasped. he staggered back, blood trickling from his lip. But he didn’t falter. With a flick of his wand, Leander’s flew out of his hand, clattering to the floor.

“Enough!” Professor Sharp’s voice cut through the chaos. He stepped between them, his glare sharp enough to pierce steel. “Both of you—my office. Now.”

Later that evening, you dragged Ominis into the Room of Requirement, your hands gripping his arm as he dabbed at his split lip with a handkerchief.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know,” you muttered, guiding him to sit on a plush sofa conjured by the room’s magic.

Ominous tilted his head toward you. “He deserved it. You looked miserable, and he didn’t stop.”

You sighed, dabbing at his lip with a damp cloth. “Still. Now you’re hurt.”

He gave a soft chuckle, the sound rumbling low in his chest. “It’s just a scratch. I’ve had worse.”

But as your hands lingered on his face, brushing against his jaw, your thoughts betrayed you. Without meaning to, he slipped into your mind again.

“He looks so good like this. Even with the blood—no, because of it. Merlin, what’s wrong with me? I love him too much''

Ominous jerked back, his cheeks flushed. “I—I shouldn’t have done that. I didn’t mean to—”

You frowned. “What are you talking about?”

He hesitated, his voice barely a whisper. “I read your thoughts.”

Your eyes widened. “You… what?”

“I’m sorry,” he blurted. “I’ve never done it before. Not to you. But I couldn’t help it, and then—”

You stared at him, processing his words. Then, slowly, a smile tugged at your lips. “Ominis… I don’t mind. If anything, I’m glad you know.”

He froze. “You are?”

You nodded, your voice soft. “You’ve always been there for me. You’ve always protected me. And… I think I’ve loved you for it. For a long time.”

Ominis breath hitched. “You have?”

You leaned closer, your hand brushing his. “Yes. And if I’m not mistaken… you feel the same.”

He didn’t respond with words. Instead, he closed the distance, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was soft yet desperate, as if he’d been waiting years for this moment.

When you finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours. “I’ll never read your thoughts again,” he promised. “But for what it’s worth… they were beautiful.”

Your cheeks burned, but you couldn’t help but laugh. Knowing he felt the same.

You pulled him back into another kiss, your hands tangling in his hair, and for the first time, both of you stopped thinking.

[j4mbozombi3]

Hey! I was wondering if you guys wanted head canons on any characters from Hogwarts legacy? I have headcanons and little stories I’ve made up, and I’d be happy to share them!

[fanartandfanfiction]

Hey, hi, hello!

I started a new fic about Sebastian, here’s a little sneak peek

Sebastian Sallow was always self-confident. Perhaps cocky would be a better way to describe him. But regardless, he didn’t get flustered, or nervous, or forget all the words in the English language.

Until now.

Standing across from him was the most strikingly beautiful girl he’d ever seen. Not only was she physically attractive, with fiery red hair and green eyes, but there was something attractive about the way she carried herself. She was someone that didn’t look, she was looked AT. She walked through the halls, seemingly unfazed by the trail of boys (and some girls) she left in her wake. She had pouty lips that seemed to just be begging to be kissed, and long dark lashes that fluttered seductively. She was tall, taller than most of the other girls, with long legs, and-

“Are you Sebastian Sallow?”

Was he? He wasn’t sure anymore. “What?”

“Are you Sebastian Sallow?” She asked again, more slowly as if he couldn’t understand her, with an unfamiliar accent.

“Yes?”

“Really? Because you don’t seem so sure.” She smirked.

“Um.” Way to go, Sebastian. Very articulate.

“Alright, well I was told to introduce myself to Sebastian Sallow. If you decide you are him, come find me.” She gave him a wink and sauntered off.

What was THAT?

He felt like he'd had the rug pulled out from beneath him. More like the whole floor, actually. His heart was still racing.

He looked up and she’d cornered Ominis. Poor Ominis, usually confident and aloof, was pushed up as far into the corner as he could be. He looked like he wasn’t even breathing as she spoke to him. He wondered if he’d looked like that.

It was kind of funny, being on the other side. Ominis couldn’t even see how attractive she was, but it was clear he was withering under her intense gaze. He felt like he should go rescue him, but it was also REALLY entertaining to watch. He wanted to get closer so he could hear.

“Tell me, are all Slytherins as handsome as you?” She practically purred, touching his arm lightly.

“I…er…um…”

“I’m only being a tease. Pleasure to meet you, Ominis.”

“And you are?”

“Irena Ivanov.”

“Nice to meet you, Irena.”

“You seem nervous, Ominis. Perhaps there’s something I could do to make you feel better?” She put a hand on Ominis’ shoulder and he looked like he wanted to either melt or run away. Alright, he’d end the torture.

“You seem to enjoy making people squirm. Makes sense you’re in Slytherin.” He gave her his winning smile, the one that made the girls giggle and blush.

Nothing.

“Hello again, did you decide who you were or do you need more time to think about it?”

Ominis saw his window and escaped. Sebastian envied him. He felt like an ant burning under a magnifying glass. “Sebastian Sallow.” He stuck out his hand.

“Irina Ivanov.” She shook his hand and he ignored the tingle it sent up his arm. “Pleasure to meet you.”

“The pleasure is all mine.” He grinned.

“I know.” She winked and walked away. Maybe “walked” isn’t the right word. She STRUTTED away.

[secretly-a-catamount]

MC: Sorry, I told you about my trauma, too, do you still think I’m hot?

Sebastian: You’re more beautiful than Aphrodite. I’m surprised you think telling me what happened to you as a child would make me think any less of you.

MC: You know, it’s generally unwise to compare one’s lover to the Goddess of Love. She doesn’t take it kindly.

Sebastian: I fully believe you can fight her off.

MC: True, but think of what she’d do to my reputation. It seems like it would be a lot of bother.

The Two Of Them: *Breaks Down In Laughter*

Sebastian: Sorry i told you about my trauma. Do you think i’m still hot?

M/C: Yes.

[justanotherwriterchick]

2. A duel to remember

Chapter 2 of Living a Hogwarts Legacy. Part 1 here, Wattpad here

Hogwarts Legacy fanfic (mostly) following the storyline, Sebastian x MC

It was a special experience to wake up in the Slytherin dormitory for the first time. The sun was shining onto the lake, creating gorgeous reflections of water dancing around the room. It was quiet and peaceful. Tobias slowly opened his eyes. It had been a long time since he had been able to sleep without nightmares, but last night he was sound asleep. If this was a harbinger of his experiences at Hogwarts, it was going to be good. Everyone else seemed to have left the dorm already, probably to hang out in the common room for a bit. With a soft groan Tobias got up, throwing his legs off the bed. Time to start the day. He threw on the house clothes he was given yesterday, and took a quick look in the mirror to check his auburn hair. Deciding it was fine, he grabbed his mother’s wand from his nightstand and made his way to the common room.

It looked a lot different from last night. It still had the green tinge and the leather sofas, but it was less gloomy. The walls were decorated with paintings of famous Slytherins and tapestries. To the back of the room were enormous windows that allowed the viewer to look directly into the lake. A few first years stood in front of them, peering into the lake. Tobias wondered what they were looking for. As he approached the windows, he noticed another fifth year leaning against the windowsill. “Judging by the chatter coming from the room, you must be the new fifth year.” The boy was looking in Tobias’ direction, but it was clear he couldn’t actually see him. “Guilty,” replied Tobias. “I guess the whispering won’t stop anytime soon, will it?” The boy let out a laugh. “I wouldn’t count on it. I’m Ominis, by the way. Ominis Gaunt.” “Nice to meet you, I’m Tobias Sweetleaf.” “So Tobias, you certainly had a memorable arrival…” “I do like to make an entrance,” Tobias answered, with a small grin. “Might as well make my mark right away.” “Well,” Ominis chuckled, “You are definitely in the right house. Let me know if I can be of any help as you navigate your first days here. Though I doubt you need it.” “Thanks Ominis, I appreciate that. And actually, I do have a question… What are those first years near the window looking for?” Tobias squinted, trying to find out what it was they were looking at. Ominis let out a laugh. “They are looking for mermaids,” he answered, lowering his voice a little. “No one has ever spotted any from here though, but don’t tell them. It’ll ruin the fun.” “I’ll be sure to tell them I saw one last night.” Tobias smirked. “I should get going, I need to eat before class, but it was nice meeting you, Ominis.” “Likewise. Don’t be a stranger.” Ominis gave Tobias a small smile and a nod, before making his way out of the common room.

After having breakfast in the Great Hall with some other Slytherins, Tobias made his way to the Charms classroom. The classroom had two rows of desks at each side, facing each other, with at the end of the room a desk. A blackboard flanked the left of the teacher’s desk and to the left of it was a small shelf with books and trinkets. A flamboyant man with a grey beard in purple robes beckoned the students into the classroom. “Come in, come in!” His eyes were twinkling with enthusiasm. “Find a seat please. First lesson of the year, are you excited?” The professor waited patiently for his students to sit down. Tobias entered the classroom last, looking around for familiar faces. Sebastian was seated to the far left already, Ominis next to him. Sebastian gave Tobias an apologetic look, no space was left anywhere near them. “You can sit here!” A warm voice grabbed Tobias’ attention. A Gyffindor girl with dark curls was waving at him. A bit relieved, he nodded and took the place next to her. “I’m Natsai Onai, but you can call me Natty.” Natty smiled warmly at him. “I know how hard it can be to attend Hogwarts so late.” “Thanks, I’m Tobias.” Tobias put his book on the table. “Oh, you won’t be needing them,” Natty remarked. “Professor Ronan does not like teaching by books.” “That’s right, Natty!” Professor Ronen exclaimed. “Books are great and all, but the best way to learn is by playing. So, my lovely students, today we are going to play a game. But first, a spell.” The professor took out his wand, pointing it at the books on Tobias’ table. “Accio!” Slowly, the book started to levitate, hovering through the air towards professor Ronen. “This, my students, is the summoning charm. Try to see the object clearly in your mind before summoning. You go ahead, choose something small.” Tobias turns to Natty. “Have you tried this before?” Natty chuckled. “Maybe I practiced a few times. Try getting your book back.” Tobias nodded. “No problem. Accio!” He flicked his wand and pictured his book clearly in his head. With an unexpected force, it hurled towards him, landing on his desk with a loud, but controlled thump. “Great! Great! Well done, mister Sweetleaf. You have quite the force, don’t you?” cheered Professor Ronen, with an excited clap of his hands. “Now, now. Time for a game. Follow me.”

The class followed Professor Ronen outside, onto the flying class lawn. There, a large platform appeared, with six large boulders: thee red and three blue. The platform was marked with different colours, that each represented an amount of points. “We are going to play… Summoners Court.” Professor Ronen made a grand gesture towards the setup. “Use Accio to summon the boulders, trying to get the most points. Remember! The closer the boulder, the more points. But watch out… Don’t drop the boulder off the platform.” He chuckled, eyes twinkling. “Miss Onai, would you do the honours? And, let’s see. Mister Sweetleaf!” Natty jumped onto the platform, turning towards Sebastian. “Ready to lose?” she winked. “You wish.” Tobias followed her, grinning. “Good luck.” Round 1 “Accio!” Natty’s boulder landed perfectly in the last stroke of the platform. “That’s 50 points for me.” Tobias raised an eyebrow, but then his face turns serious with concentration. “Accio!” “50 points for Tobias as well,” commented Professor Ronen. Round 2 Natty brushed up her sleeves a bit and casts their newly-learned spell again. The boulder lands in the 30 area. “Fuck.” “Accio!” Tobias’ boulder rolled up to him, landing on 20 points. “This is going to be a close call, isn’t it?” “That’s 80 for Natty, 70 for Tobias.” Professor Ronen’s eyes started glimmering even more. “Final round!” Round 3 Natty took a deep breath, steadying herself and pointing her wand. “Accio!” Her boulder started rolling, and for a minute it looked like it was going to stop at 50. “Yes, yes,” she mumbled. It balanced on the edge of the playing field, debating whether to fall or not. Natty held her breath for a second. Until the ball rolled over the edge, into the dewy grass. She groaned. “My turn.” Tobias stepped forward, concentrating on his boulder. “Accio!” It started moving rather slowly towards him. Then it steadied, landing on the 50 points. “Yes!” He punched the air in victory. Professor Ronen clapped. “Congratulations, mister Sweetleaf. You’ve won. 10 points to Slytherin!”

Natty shrugged. “Can’t be the best forever. Good game.” She offered Tobias her hand, who accepted it with a little bow. “Good game indeed. We’ll have a rematch soon.” Tobias jumped off the platform, followed by Natty, making their way towards the other students. Natty joined her Gryffindor friends, Tobias was pretty sure he had overheard the names Cressida and Garreth, but that was as much as he knew about them. Before getting the chance to speak to anyone, Professor Ronen cleared his throat. “Well, students, that’s it for today’s lesson. Feel welcome to try the game anytime.” Professor Ronen folded his hands. “And mister Sweetleaf? I have some extra assignments for you to catch up. I will sent you an owl with more information. And remember, make learning fun.” Tobias frowned. Extra assignments? Hopefully not too much…  But he nodded at Professor Ronen. “Of course, professor. Thanks for the lesson.”

The sound of bells filled the castle as a sign the second lessons were about to start. Tobias made his way to the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom and was greeted by to students that seemed to be dueling each other. “Stupefy!” Sebastian shot a jet of red light towards his opponent. Tobias recognized the redhaired boy from his previous class: Leander Prewett. The two continued shooting spells at each other. “Is that all you’ve got?” Sebastian taunted. “Bombarda!” An electrifying explosion filled the classroom. The large dragon skeleton hanging from the ceiling started shaking, and with a loud crack, it started making its way down. Leander covered his head. “Levioso!” A stern voice filled the room, and the dragon skeleton hovered in the air, inches away from Leander’s head. On the opposite side of the room from Tobias, a small, old lady appeared. She looked worn and exceptionally done with the situation. “Perhaps you’d be good enough to blast each other to pieces in your own time. I get new students every year, but I only have one Hebridean Black skull.” With a flick of her wand, the skeleton floated back to its original place. With slow steps, the professor made her way down the stairs from her balcony. “Today we will review a spell that has saved me from death at the hands of Dark Wizards more times than I care to remember: Levioso.” Leander scoffed. “Levioso? A levitation charm?” “Levioso!” Before Leander could properly finish his sentence, he was already halfway through the air. “A surprised opponent is a weak opponent. Care to defend yourself, mister Prewett? No?” The professor squinted her eyes a bit, but then softly returned Leander to his feet. Sebastian snickered. “One thing I’ve learned as an Unspeakable is the value of simplicity. Especially in battle. Let’s practice what we’ve just learned.” In the half hour that followed, the professor – Professor Hecat, as Tobias learned – carefully explained the details of the levitation charm, allowing the students to practice on a feather. “Now, let’s try something bigger. The best way to learn is by dueling. Let’s start with you two.” She gestured at Tobias and Sebastian. “Duelists, take your marks.” Sebastian smirked, slowly brushing against Tobias’ arm as he walked past. “Time for a proper Hogwarts welcome.” “I want a fair duel. Only Stupefy, Levioso and Protego.” Professor Hecat drew her wand. The floor below Tobias started trembling. Slowly, he was lifted up, as beneath him a long dueling podium appeared. He steadied himself, bending slightly forward, his wand at the ready. Professor Hecat’s voice was loud and clear as she announced the start of the duel.

“Levioso!” Tobias shot forward, but Sebastian was too quick, managing to dodge. Sebastian steadied himself. “Stupefy!” “Protego!” Tobias grumbled as he blocked Sebastian’s spell. “Levioso! Stupefy!” The combination of spells was enough to hurl Sebastian in the air and flng him backwards. Sebastion was laying on the ground, but he wasn’t about to give up. “Levioso!” Tobias felt himself getting lifted in the air, Sebastian diving underneath him. “Stupefy!” A blunt force pushed Tobias forward, landing on the edge of the podium. He took a deep breath and took a sharp turn around. “Stupefy! Levioso!”He swung his wand as he was getting up. Another Stupefy going Sebastian’s way. Sebastian tried dodging, but he was too late. On the last hit, he landed on his back. His wand hit the floor, softly rolling away. Within a few steps Tobias was leaning over him. Quickly Sebastian got to his feet, but Tobias was too close and his wand was too far. The tip of Tobias’ wand was touching his throat and he could feel Tobias’ warm breath on his face. He felt his cheeks flush. “Beginner’s luck,” he uttered, composing himself. One corner of his mouth curled up. “If that’s what helps you sleep at night…” Tobias replied amused, lowering his wand. “If only all of my students were this adept.” Professor Hecat waved her wand, making the duel podium disappear. “Good job, points to Slytherin. Class dismissed.”

Tobias was smoothening his robe as Sebastian approached him. “Not bad, you give as good as you get,” Sebastian remarked with smirk. “Everyone will be talking about it. I take it this was not your first duel.” Tobias gave Sebastian a slight smile. “I may have had some practice before. But you didn’t go easy on me.” Sebastian let out a chuckle. “Would you like me to?” “On the contrary. I quite enjoyed that.” For a moment, their eyes locked. Tobias averted his gaze as Sebastian cleared his throat. “You know, you might be a perfect fit for a certain exclusive, unsanctioned dueling organisation.” His dark eyes shimmered mischievously. “Sometimes you have to break the rules a bit, right?” “Exclusive and unsanctioned?” Tobias gave Sebastian a cheeky grin, trying to ignore the pumping in his chest. “Count me in.”

[umihoshi-art]

Clora Clemons and her Swallow Patronus.

based on this post. Clora is property of @choccy-milky and is the only Hogwarts MC I will ever love. (I stole her look. and her name. and replayed the entire damn thing for 25 levels now;;;) Sebastion Sallow is property of Clora.

[rae-and-mezo]

Can you do where yn is strong and picks up Gareth, ominis,and sebastion like there nothing and yn plots them down to bed to cuddle?

Hehe I love this~

Sebastian Sallow:

This man loves a partner who can kick his ass anyday, so imagine his DELIGHT when you don't even flinch when picking him up.

It has him blushing like you wouldn't believe.

Like Okay. He's noticed you were stronger than people tended to believe, and of course you had to have a little strength if you play wrestle with the mooncalfs all the time. So it doesn't surprise him when you can pick him up but when you can just BE SO CASUAL???

Gets him so flustered he gets giddy when looking at you.

Will absolutely ask you to carry him short distances. It makes him so happy!

Just saying. If you could pick him up while snogging, this man would die. Right then and there.

However he still likes to maintain his strong unbothered persona so expect to be the little spoon still, and DONT mention it to Ominis!!

The day he was being stubborn and refusing to come cuddle you was the day his life changed man.

You just picked him up and sat him down, flopping your weight on his chest so he can't get up? He's turned on. Like no joke being lifted like that just does something to him

Ominis Gaunt:

Ominis is a stronger kinda guy. like he's not muscular but he has some lean muscle to him. Yet he has never picked you up in fear of hurting you because he can't see.

So when he's sitting at his desk, stubbornly writing and denying you cuddles because of a late essay, he is SHOCKED when he's lifted off the ground.

He hasn't been picked up since he was a baby so it is definitely odd for him. At first he does NOT like it.

But then he realizes that while weighing less than most boys in his year, he was still too heavy to be tossed around,. AND YOU DID IT WITHOUT MUCH EFFORT??

my boy is impressed. He definitely tells Seb in the morning.

This leads down a weird black hole. Suddenly Ominis is thinking about your arms, if they have muscle. He likes the thought.

He wouldn't ask for it again because he finds it sort of embarrassing. Yet his boyish grin when you pick him up occasionally makes it easy to tell.

Garreth Weasley:

What a nuisance. (Affectionate)

Man's knows your strong and adores it.

He grew up with a bunch of rowdy brothers per usual Weasley style. It doesn't matter if he's absolutely head over heels for you, playful wrestling matches will happen. Finding someone who is strong works well for this.

But he never thought you were stronger enough to just...manhandle him?

and he is AMAZED

like mans asks you to do it again just because holy hell this is awesome

Unlike Seb it's not a turn on, its more of a "wow, can you lift this crate?? YOU CAN??? INCREDIBLE"

Garreth keeps a mental list of the best moments in his life...things that make him happy and such. Of course he has the moment he got his Hogwarts letter, his dad teaching him what wood to get for the fireplace, your first kiss, but he also has the moment you first picked him up.

He's wrestling you because while he loves you more than anything, his obscure love language is wrestling and roughhousing with you. And you just kinda, pick him up and plop him down on your bed to snuggle?

you looked so nonchalant and he PRAISED you because wow. He's laying on your chest while you stroke his hair and he's just mentally wondering what else you can pick up.

[toppersbitch]

Sebastian Sallow x FemReader around maybe year 6 Sebastian is maybe seen flirting or kissing another girl and reader just gets upset and Ominis reassures and comforts them that Sebastian cares about them.

Terrible // Sebastian Sallow x Reader x Ominous Gaunt

Summary: You and Sebastian have a fight, and Ominous does his best to fix the problem.

Word Count: 750

Warnings: cheating Seb, angst!, verbal fight, fluff Ominous

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It was Friday after class, and your entire weekend was full of mischievous activities with Sebastion. You were going to go on a date, a picnic to be exact, tonight. Then sneak up to the astronomy tower and watch the meteor shower on Saturday. You were swooning for Sebastian, daydreaming about the plans. 

Walking out the doors to the middle courtyard, you spotted Sebastian, a smile grew on your face as you walked towards him. 

You stop dead in your tracks, Sebastian was leaning over the Ravenclaw prefect, his hands resting above her head. “I just love your voice,” Sebastian was flirting with her, she giggled her hand brushing down his arm. You turned quickly, trying to hold back your tongue. You rushed through to corridors, dodging other students. You ended up in the greenhouse, finding a secluded corner by the various pond. You sat against the glass paneling, pretending to busy yourself in your notebook. 

“Hey baby,” you heard a familiar voice from above, you looked up, and Sebastian smiled down at you. 

“What do you want?” you looked back down at your notebook, a stray tear falling onto the open pages.

“Woah what's wrong?” Sebastian held out his hand, you didn’t move. 

“Go back to that other girl,” your words were harsh, “You just love her voice.”

“That wasn’t anything, I was ju-” He was beginning his excuse.

“No Sebastian, I won’t let you lie to me like you do everyone else,” you shoved your notebook into your bag, standing. Sebastian grabbed your arm.

“Y/n really, I was-”

“Just shut up while you’re ahead,” you shoved his hand away. Storming off, you hurried through the halls, ramming right through groups. 

You made it to the Slytherin common room, finding peace on the couch near the big windows. Sometimes you liked to sit and imagine the giant squid swimming by, students always claimed to see it but that was a lie. You opened a book, staring at it blankly, as long as you pretended to be busy no one would bother you. 

“Hey,” Ominous was standing in front of you, “I uh-” he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “I overheard your fight with Sebastian,” you patted the seat next to you. He sat hesitantly, you felt a surge of frustration rushes over you. 

“Yeah, he’s just terrible,” you heard yourself speak, your book falling off your lap. A pressed flower fell out, a flower Sebastian gave you on your first official date. You picked it up, a feeling of guilt washing over you. 

“I just don’t think I’m good enough for him,” you pushed the flower back into the book, your true feeling escaping your mouth, “He could have any girl in the entire world.”

You felt your eyes swell with tears, dabbing them with your robe sleeve.

“That’s not true,” Ominous set his hand on your wrist. You wrapped your arms around him, sobbing onto his shoulder, his body tensed at your touch.

“Sebastian was flirting with somebody else already,” Your voice was whispered and muffled, assuring no one else in the echoey common room could hear you. 

“That’s not true,” Ominous said abruptly.

“Yes it was!” you shouted, how could Ominous not believe you. People's heads turned to look, eyes shifting uncomfortably. 

“I talked to Sebastian, he was only trying to get the perfect to help you two sneak out,”, Ominous pushed you back. 

“Oh my god, I have to go,” you stood, gathering your things and hurrying around the castle. Running to every possible corner, You finally found Sebastian at the boathouse, he was sitting on the edge of the dock, the tip of his foot skimming the water. You stood breathing, huffing, from your journey. You walked slowly, sitting next to him. You grabbed his hand, placing the pressed flower into it. 

‘Sebastian,” you spoke softly, “Ominous told me what really happened,” he looked continued looking down, “I’m really sorry.”

He stayed silent, moving around the fragile flower in his hand. You two sat in silence, the sun setting on the horizon. 

“I-I know what it looked like,” he said shakily, stuttering over his words, “I just-well she overheard Ominous and me talking about it and I had to make sure she wouldn't snitch,” he shook his head.

“Oh Seb, I feel terrible,” you put your arm around him. 

“Goes for both of us,” he layed his head on top of yours. 

You both stayed down there, feet dangling over the water, arms around each other in forgiveness.

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I finally finished my midterm papers! Now I can get back to writing. Anyways I hope everyone enjoys this little oneshot<333

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[theladyofshalott1989]

"In Which There's a Spooky Surprise": A Sebastian Sallow x MC 🎃 All Hallow's Eve One-Shot

Summary: Married!Sebastian Sallow is in for a spooky surprise at Sirona's yearly All Hallow's Eve masquerade.

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x Male MC (Damien Evans)

Word Count: 1,900

SFW

Note: You can also read this one-shot on AO3! If you enjoy it, please feel free to give it a kudo, a comment, or whatever floats your boat! (Please and thank you.) [ AO3 Link ]

Sebastian adjusted the mask on his face as he glanced around The Three Broomsticks, searching for his dashing husband. In theory, he should be able to spot Damien easily. But in practice, it didn’t quite pan out.

Firstly, he couldn’t very much wear his glasses over his mask, so the world was a bit blurrier than usual. Then, on top of that, Sebastian and Damien had agreed to not divulge their costumes to each other before meeting at Sirona’s All Hallow’s Eve masquerade event. 

All Hallow’s Eve, which also happened to be Sebastian and Anne’s birthday, was still a handful of days away, but Sebastian always enjoyed the holiday. Mostly because Damien loved to play dress up, which usually led to another—more sensual—experience. Obviously, that wasn’t likely to occur at Sirona’s esteemed establishment, but perhaps later, when they returned home. Oh yes, that would be positively glorious. Sebastian would trust the events of the night, wherever they may lead. 

At the time they’d decided to keep their costumes a secret, Sebastian had found the idea enticing. But past-Sebastian hadn’t known that he would have two errant potions explode in his face this afternoon. The clean-up had been exasperating, to put it kindly, and the subsequent scolding he’d given to his students for being so careless with their ingredients had set him in a sour mood. 

So, here he was, dressed as a “vampire.” Sebastian had thrown something together with very little thought: black trousers, a black shirt, black, leather gloves, and—yes, you guessed it!—a long black coat and boots. He didn’t bother with fangs. He'd debated adding a dab of strawberry jam just below his bottom lip, but he knew it wouldn’t be there long, especially if he ever found Damien. His husband simply adored everything sweet; it was a wonder he’d ended up married to Sebastian, as grumpy and irascible as he could be. But, to be fair, Damien often brought out Sebastian’s agreeable side. Not that Sebastian would ever admit that out loud. 

And then, of course, there was this damned mask, which was currently pinching his nose. He adjusted it again with a sigh.

“Hm,” a woman in a gaudy purple dress with long trailing coattails said as she appeared before Sebastian. Her mask was designed in the shape of a giant orange bow tie. 

Sebastian chuckled quietly to himself. It was clearly Sirona. Only Sirona would dare to don Peeves's garish attire. And, since she was the host of this party, she must be greeting everyone upon their arrival.

“Let me guess,” she continued, inspecting him up and down. “Death! No, no, wait! A crow.”

Sebastian released a hearty chuckle. “Not even close. I’m—”

Mirabel, her long red hair a conspicuous giveaway, swooped in, cutting Sirona off with a recitation delivered in a shockingly accurate Transylvanian accent: “Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!"

Sebastian’s eyebrows shot up. “Mirabel, you know Dracula?” 

"I re-read it every year!" she exclaimed, beaming under her green mask adorned with what seemed to be actual vines. She must be a Shakespearean character. Perhaps Queen Titania? Or wait... no, Puck seemed more her style.

He gave it a try. "Lord, what fools these mortals be!"

Mirabel clapped deliriously. "Oh, well done! Well done, Sebastian!"

Sirona started tapping her foot on the floor. "I’m waiting."

Sebastian rubbed his chin in mock contemplation. He wracked his brain for one of Peeves’s more well-known phrases, settling on, "Naughty, naughty, you’ll get caught-y."

Sirona quirked a smile, patted Sebastian on the back, and before departing—her arm looped through Mirabel’s—whispered in his ear, "Damien's upstairs, haunting the corridors."

Damien was a ghost then, Sebastian mused to himself. That costume should be easy enough to find. 

It turned out Sebastian was sorely mistaken. He downed the final dregs of his Butterbeer. Damien was still nowhere to be found. Damien wasn’t avoiding him, was he? They hadn’t had an argument lately… Had Sebastian forgotten something? No, their anniversary was last month. He’d given Damien a beautiful hardback edition of his favorite novel, The Picture of Dorian Gray. So, if Damien wasn’t cross with him, where was he? 

Sebastian deftly maneuvered past a few other partygoers, weaving back and forth through the buzzing crowd. He couldn't recall ever seeing the inn this packed, but he supposed it was good for business. Sebastian had already indulged in three Butterbeers within the past half hour, and he was now debating when—if at all—it would be acceptable to have another without appearing overly eager.

As Sebastian made his way up the stairs, his mind wandered, until something caught his attention: a shadow, barely visible, drifting past the edge of his vision. He froze, eyes narrowing as he focused on a figure up ahead wrapped in what appeared to be a long, flowing white sheet, gliding soundlessly down the hallway and into a room. A chill crept up his spine, but curiosity overpowered caution. Without thinking, Sebastian hurried forward.

The hallway seemed to stretch unnaturally as he approached, the friendly chatter from the crowded stairwell and the room below replaced by a suffocating silence that pressed against his ears. He slipped into the room after the mysterious figure, but found it... empty. Completely and unnervingly empty. Had he imagined the haunting apparition? The stillness of the room was stifling, as if the very air itself was holding its breath.

Before Sebastian could fully process the strangeness of it all, the door behind him slammed shut with a deafening thud. The sound echoed through the hollow room. Sebastian’s heart lurched into his throat. He spun around, but the door remained still, shadowed and menacing, as if it were mocking him. His unease deepened, crawling up his skin like long, spindly spider legs. He shuddered. 

With a shaky breath, Sebastian approached the door, hand trembling as it hovered over the handle. He twisted the knob, then pushed. The door creaked open easily. Too easily. Was he expecting it to be locked, trapping him here? He chuckled quietly to himself. Of course not! The door must have slammed shut due to a breeze from the window. He glanced back over his shoulder to confirm his theory. 

The solitary window in the room stared back at him. It was closed. There was no breeze. There was no reason for the door to have shut in such a forceful manner. There was no reason for the door to have shut at all. How peculiar. A cold sweat beaded on Sebastian's forehead, and despite his best efforts, he couldn’t shrug off the tension growing in his shoulders.

After one last long glimpse, Sebastian exited the room, swallowing his unease. Damien wasn’t here, and lingering any longer seemed... unwise.

But as he stepped into the hallway and back down the stairs, something seemed terribly wrong. The once bustling stairwell, crammed with people, had become a yawning void. Not a single soul remained. Where did everyone go? 

“Hello?” he called out, his voice cracking. No answer came. Only a vast, unsettling silence.

His steps grew quicker, but the sound of his footsteps seemed too loud, too isolated in the emptiness. He descended the last few steps, his heart pounding louder with each tread, until he reached the bottom. 

And then: a chorus of voices. Too loud, too synchronized, as if they’d been waiting for him all along.

"SURPRISE!"

Sebastian stumbled backward as someone cast Lumos and the room flickered to life, revealing dozens of unmasked familiar faces gathered before him. Damien stood at the forefront, a white sheet draped over his shoulder, a mischievous grin on his face as he held up a massive birthday cake—chocolate, of course—adorned with candles, also now lit.

"Happy birthday, Bash!" Damien exclaimed, signaling to the assembled guests with a nod of his head, his hands currently occupied. "Did we surprise you?”

Sebastian nearly collapsed from relief. “It’s not my birthday until next week,” he stammered back, clutching his chest. 

“The better to surprise you with, my dear." Damien leaped forward and pecked Sebastian gently on the lips, somehow managing to not drop the cake or set Sebastian on fire in the process. Placing the cake on a table, he allowed Sebastian to snuff out the candles, then conjured a serving knife. “Who wants a slice?” he asked amid the crowd breaking out into scattered conversations. 

Sebastian took three deep breaths in succession. 

Unsurprisingly, Damien noticed Sebastian’s sorry attempt at a recovery. “Alright, love?” he asked, brow furrowed. 

“Alright now,” Sebastian replied, waving off Damien’s concern. It wouldn't do to spoil Damien's romantic gesture. 

Damien’s gaze lingered on Sebastian for a moment, scrutinizing his face. Sebastian must have schooled his expression well enough—the mask, which he was still wearing, may have helped a little—to convince Damien he was telling the truth, for only a few seconds passed before Damien nodded, then resumed cutting the cake.

Sebastian glanced around the busy room to take in the throng of people. The only loved ones missing appeared to be Anne and Ominis. Sebastian presumed they were at home with Leigh and Albert. The other week, Ominis had confided in him that Al, barely a year old now, was having a rough streak of sleepless nights. If Anne and Ominis needed to stay home to get some rest, so be it. Sebastian didn’t blame them. They could always have a smaller, more intimate birthday celebration later. 

Once everyone had a slice of cake—Damien cutting the largest slice for Sebastian, but stealing a bite or two when he thought Sebastian wasn’t looking—Sebastian finally mustered the strength to smile. His shoulders relaxed.

Damien met his gaze, his mouth full of cake. 

“Thank you,” Sebastian said.

Damien swallowed. “Of course,” he replied. “Anything for my brilliant husband.”

“Maybe not so brilliant.” He let out a nervous laugh. “Did you know, I nearly sent myself on a wild goose chase?”

“Oh?”

“I thought I saw someone enter a room upstairs, but it was just my imagination.”

“No, that was me," Damien said through a chuckle, rubbing at his stubbled chin. 

“What?” Sebastian shoved him lightly. “Be serious, D. It was terrifying.” Damien had never been much for stealth; he lit up a room far too effortlessly.

“Terrifying? Little old me?” Damien's eyes sparkled; he looked far too pleased with himself. It was both delightful and infuriating. He continued: “I had to cause a diversion so everyone could hide!” 

Sebastian blinked, taken aback. “How did you ever manage?” 

“I Disillusioned myself, of course,” Damien said, smirking devilishly. “Had to, really. I’m rather conspicuous, you see.” He grabbed his belly and shook it, releasing a hearty laugh. “Especially lately.” 

Sebastian grinned. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. And good thing you learned that spell from me.” He mussed Damien’s hair in an affectionate manner. “You’re welcome.”

“You old softie,” Damien teased, his cheeks turning a rosy shade of pink. He grabbed Sebastian’s hand and planted a soft kiss on the back of it. “Thank you, my love.” 

Sebastian pulled Damien in for a real kiss, not this hand-kissing nonsense. “I positively adore you, my own personal ghost-husband,” he murmured against Damien’s lips.

“Love you too, my…” he trailed off, inspecting Sebastian with narrowed eyes, “vampire?” he finished, one eyebrow raised. 

“I knew you’d get it.” Sebastian smiled, leaned forward, and gently nipped Damien’s neck. “You’re mine now. Eternally.”

Damien burst into an infectious peal of laughter. “I’m not so sure the mechanics of that works with ghosts, but I catch your drift.” He flicked Sebastian’s nose. “Eternity sounds perfect.”

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Scars of the past

Summary: after one of your late night rescues, they find themselves in the Room of Requirement to tend to their battle wounds. It has been two years since the event of fifth year, but Sebastian can't help but to think back at that awfull time after seeing the scars on MC's body. His scars.

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x F!reader

Warnings: A lil angst a lil fluff

The castle was quiet as Sebastian and MC trudged up the winding staircases of Hogwarts, their steps heavy with exhaustion. The faint light of the moon streamed through the tall, arched windows, casting long shadows across the stone floors. They had just returned from yet another escapade—clearing out a poacher camp and rescuing a pair of distressed mooncalves.

It had become a ritual for the two of them, these late-night missions. They both shared a deep-seated need to right the wrongs of the magical world after their 5th year, and somewhere along the line, their shared purpose had grown into something more.

Sebastian stole a glance at her as they ascended the final staircase to the Room of Requirement. Dirt smudged her cheeks, a faint streak of blood ran along her forearm, and her hair was in wild disarray. And yet, to him, she looked radiant.

“You’re quiet,” she said, giving him a sidelong look. “What’s on your mind?”

“Just wondering how many poachers we’ve pissed off this time,” he teased, though the smile on his lips didn’t quite reach his eyes.

She chuckled softly, shaking her head. “Enough to ensure they won’t be coming back anytime soon.”

The wall before them shimmered as they approached, and the Room of Requirement opened to reveal a familiar, cozy space: a crackling fireplace, two plush couches, and a simple bed tucked away in the corner for nights like these when they didn’t dare risk sneaking back to their dorms.

Sebastian let out a sigh of relief, stepping inside and kicking off his boots. “Merlin’s beard, I think I’m too tired to move another muscle.”

“You and me both,” she agreed, plopping down onto one of the couches and wincing slightly as she stretched.

As they worked in companionable silence, patching up their injuries with Wiggenweld potions and quick healing charms, Sebastian couldn’t help but notice how her hands trembled slightly. She always tried to hide it after these missions, as if refusing to acknowledge the toll it took on her body would make it less real.

“You should let me take a look at that arm,” he said, nodding toward the shallow cut on her forearm.

“It’s fine, really—”

“Let me,” he insisted, his voice softer this time.

She relented, sitting beside him and holding out her arm. His fingers brushed her skin as he muttered a charm to clean the wound, and she shivered slightly under his touch. He felt his heart quicken, but he forced himself to focus.

“There,” he said after a moment, leaning back and admiring his work. “Good as new.”

She smiled at him, and for a moment, the room seemed to grow warmer. There was something unspoken between them, something that had been building for months but neither dared to address.

“You’re staring,” she said, breaking the tension with a teasing grin.

“Can you blame me?” he shot back, though the words held more weight than he intended. Her cheeks flushed, and she quickly stood to rummage through her bag.

“Ugh, I need to get out of these clothes,” she muttered, turning her back to him as she pulled her shirt over her head.

Sebastian’s gaze immediately dropped, his cheeks reddening as he tried to give her privacy. He’d seen her change before, in hurried moments during their missions, but it was different now. There was an intimacy in the air that hadn’t been there before, and it left him flustered.

He couldn’t stop his eyes from drifting upward, and that’s when he saw them—scars. Her back was littered with them, pale lines crisscrossing her skin like a map of battles fought and endured.

And then he saw it.

A jagged, lightning-shaped scar stretched diagonally across her back, angry and red even after two years. His breath caught in his throat as he recognized the distinct mark left by the Cruciatus Curse.

His Cruciatus Curse.

“Sebastian?” Her voice was quiet, unsure, as she glanced over her shoulder and caught the expression on his face.

“Did I do that to you?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

She turned fully to face him, clutching her shirt to her chest, her eyes softening. “Sebastian—”

“Did I do that to you?” he repeated, his voice breaking this time.

She hesitated, then nodded. “It happened that night in the Scriptorium. When you… when you cast the curse on me.”

He felt like the air had been knocked out of his lungs. He had tried so hard to atone for the mistakes of his fifth year, to make amends for the darkness he had embraced. But seeing the physical reminder of his actions carved into her skin—it was almost too much to bear.

“I—” His voice faltered. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know… I didn’t realize—”

She stepped forward, placing a hand on his cheek. “Sebastian, stop. I’ve forgiven you. I forgave you a long time ago.”

“How can you forgive something like that?” he asked, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

“Because I know who you are now,” she said simply. “And you’re not that boy anymore.”

She guided him to sit on the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of him as she took his hands in hers.

“I don’t blame you for what happened,” she continued, her voice steady despite the weight of her words. “It was a dark time for both of us, and we’ve both made mistakes. But you’ve changed, Sebastian. You’ve become someone I trust, someone I… care about.”

He looked at her, his heart aching with a mixture of guilt and love. “I care about you too,” he admitted. “More than you know. And that’s why it kills me to see what I’ve done to you.”

She smiled softly, brushing a stray tear from his cheek. “You can’t change the past, but you’ve more than made up for it. And I wouldn’t be here without you.”

For a moment, they just sat there, the silence between them comfortable and warm. Finally, she stood, pulling him up with her and guiding him toward the bed.

“Come on,” she said, her voice light despite the heaviness of their conversation. “We both need some rest.”

He hesitated, glancing at her nervously. “Are you sure?”

“Sebastian,” she said with a small laugh, “you’ve slept here before. I’m not going to bite.”

As they lay side by side, the tension between them began to melt away. His arm found its way around her waist, and she didn’t protest. Instead, she shifted closer, resting her head on his chest.

“Thank you,” he murmured, his voice barely audible over the crackling fire.

“For what?”

“For forgiving me. For giving me a chance to make things right.”

She smiled against his chest, her eyes already drifting shut. “Always.”

As sleep claimed them, Sebastian pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head, silently vowing to protect her from any harm—even from himself.