#sebastion sallow

[beansnsoup]

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

[bloodandlegacy]

Andromeda Gaunt.

The name alone is enough to silence a room. Born of ancient blood, Andromeda is the dark legacy of Morfin Gaunt—descendant of Salazar Slytherin himself—and Cassiopeia Black, whose betrayal of her family remains a whispered scandal. She is the secret child of two houses cursed by blood, an inheritance bound in darkness and secrecy, left to grow in shadows.

Her life was marked by pain from the beginning. When her mother, Cassiopeia, fled from her father’s cruelty, she left Andromeda in the care of a woman whose hatred of magic seeped into every word and blow. Yet Cassiopeia’s attempt to protect her daughter came at a cost. Marvolo Gaunt, enraged by Cassiopeia’s betrayal, hunted her down and cursed her—a blood curse that passed to Andromeda, leaving a dark, jagged scar across her face, forever marking her as the bearer of the Gaunt family’s wrath.

Raised by a woman who saw magic as filth, Andromeda was forced to smother her own abilities, locking her powers away under layers of shame and terror. Her anger and power twisted in on themselves, becoming a dark, relentless force—an Obscurus, a volatile shadow born from suppression and pain. She learned to hide this curse within her, fearing it as much as she depended on it, an internal storm waiting to consume her or anyone who tried to control her.

At fifteen, Andromeda discovered who she truly was. A Time-Turner—a relic she thought was mere jewelry—found its way to her, a talisman of the past hidden in plain sight. She unlocked its power, journeying back to witness the forbidden union of her parents. She saw her mother, fragile yet defiant, and her father, Morfin Gaunt, a figure broken by pain and twisted love. In his haunted eyes, she saw her own reflection—a bloodline of darkness, cruelty, and power. And the pride she felt was sharp and unforgiving.

Once she learned of her heritage, Andromeda embraced the power of her name. She bore the legacy of Slytherin with fierce pride, determined to shape her own path, even as she felt the weight of her blood curse and the Obscurus within her. Her heart, however, remained ensnared by vengeance. Tom Riddle’s betrayal of her family burned in her, fueling a twisted desire to “heal” him, to free him from the very pain that drove him to cruelty. She wanted to fix him, as if somehow that would redeem her family’s shattered name.

But empathy, once fierce and pure, began to rot within her, as if the darkness in her blood demanded retribution instead. Gradually, compassion twisted into an unrelenting need for him to suffer as she had, to taste the agony he inflicted on her family. She resolved to wield the ancient magic of the repository to curse him—a vengeance she deemed just.

With each choice, Andromeda edged further into the shadows. Her fascination with the Dark Arts only grew under Sebastian’s influence, while her blood connection to Ominis Gaunt became a silent tension—he renounced the darkness she sought to master. In her mind, her heritage was not to be ignored; it was to be wielded, feared, and understood.

Andromeda Gaunt—born in secrecy, cursed by blood, and armed with forbidden power—would not be forgotten. The fire within her, kindled by hatred, bound by darkness, would one day burn bright enough to make the world remember her name.

[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!!!

[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.

[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.”

[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.

[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

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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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[darknights04]

"You wouldn't Understand."

Pairings: Sebastian Sallow x gn!reader

Summary: Y/n, Sebastian, Anne, and Ominis have been friends since they've been at Hogwarts. When Anne got sick, Y/n offered to stay behind with her. Then one day, Sebastian came to visit them, with a new friend of his in tow.

Warning: Hogwarts Legacy spoilers, Slight gore/violence (duel with a goblin), angst, the Hogwarts legacy mc being a butthead. Not proofread!

Disclaimer: (as most of you know) I do not own any of the characters featured in this story. There will eventually be a second part to this however that won't be until I am able to complete Sebastian's storyline.

Masterlist

Sebastian, Anne, and Y/n have been inseparable from a very young age. All three having grown up in Feldcroft made that fact inevitable. They spent all of their time at Hogwarts together, along with Ominis Gaunt of course. The four of them ate meals together, sat together in class, and spent nearly every night laughing together in the Slytherin common room. 

That all changed when Anne fell ill. 

After Anne was cursed, the pain was far too great for her to keep on attending Hogwarts. She would have to stay home these last few years, away from her friends and away from the magic within the school. Sebastian had immediately volunteered to stay behind with her. Being her twin brother, Sebastian could not imagine going to school without her. But Anne was quick to deny his offer. In his stead, Y/n decided that they would be the one to stay behind with Anne. Neither of the Sallow twins were happy about this arrangement either, but Y/n managed to convince them both with time. They told Anne that as long as the Ministry allowed them to use magic off campus, and professor continued sending assignments by owl, they wouldn’t fall behind. They told Sebastian that he needed time and space in order to research a cure for his sister. Not to mention the fact that Anne would never be completely honest about her state to her brother. Y/n would be his eyes and ears back home, keeping track of Anne and reporting back. 

For a while, this solution worked. All were happy for a time. Sure, Ominis and Sebastion missed their friends at school, but each sent enough owls to compensate for the loss of time they had. Y/n was still learning spells from home, keeping up rather nicely with the rest of the 5th-years all things considered. Sure, their progress would be more proficient from the school, and they couldn’t do everything the same, but it was enough. 

It was an ordinary day when Sebastian had come to surprise his sister, and Y/n of course, with n impromptu visit. Neither expected his arrival, but both were elated upon seeing him. 

Anne had been sitting at the dining room table, reading one of her books as usual while Y/n was reading through their schoolwork behind the hanging  curtains used to separate the bedrooms when he arrived. Y/n heard the front door open, sure, but they simply pictured it had been Anne’s uncle, Solomon, heading outside to finish his work. It wasn’t until Anne gasped with delight that they had turned to find Solomon, still standing in his spot behind them. 

“Sebastian!” Y/n heard Anne announce. Now they were quickly heading into the main foyer of the house as well. “Where did you-”

Before Anne could finish, Y/n took advantage of the small space between the twins and jumped up to give Sebastian the biggest hug they could muster. “Sebastian!” they celebrated as well. “What are you doing here?” 

“I came to see you both,” he said with a smile. “Hogwarts is not the same without you.” 

As Y/n opened their eyes, still hugging the boy in front of them, they noticed another person standing behind. 

“Who’s this?” Anne asked curiously. Y/n stepped back to allow Sebastian space to introduce his new friend. 

“Oh, of course,” Sebastian said, nearly seeming to have forgotten. Whether he had forgotten that the new student was there or that the two hadn’t met them yet, Y/n didn’t know. “Anne, Y/n. This is Jo. The new fifth year I was telling you about.” 

“Hello, Jo,” Anne said with a polite smile. Y/n offered a small wave yet no words left their mouth. 

“How do you do?” Jo replied, returning Anne’s grin. 

“When I told them I was coming to visit they wanted to come with and meet you,” Sebastian continued, nudging Anne slightly as he did so.

“And you as well, Y/n,” Jo finished, still smiling although now it felt more awkward than polite. “Ominis always seems to talk about you both nonstop. Sebastian too.”

“Does he?” Anne chuckled. “Oh how I do miss Ominis. How is he doing?” 

“He’s Ominis,” Sebastian responded, returning Anne’s small laugh. “He’s been a bit perturbed lately.” 

“Oh?” Y/n said, speaking up for the first time since introductions have been made. “Why is that?”

“He’s rather upset that Sebastion has shown me the Undercroft I think.”

“The Undercroft?” Y/n repeated, both their and Anne’s face exhibiting pure shock. “Seb’s shown you the Undercroft?” 

“Just so they would have a space to pracice their spells,” Sebastian defended. “Catching up to five years worth of teachings takes time and space after all.”

“Which I’m sure the professors have more than happy to supply?” Anne asked with a slight tone of sarcasm.  

“You can’t be upset with me, Anne,” Sebastian said, his straight face slowly turning into a slight smirk. “Look what I’ve brought you.” 

Sebastian pulled a small fruit out of seemingly no where as Anne let out a small gasp. 

“Is that what I think it is?” 

It was then that their Unlce Solomon spoke up, snatching the fruit from his hand before Anne could reach it. 

“Hey!” Sebastian protested. 

“We’ve been over this, boy,” he began. “Shrivelfigs cannot reverse a curse, nothing can! The sooner you accept that reality the better.” With that, he pulled out his wand and evaporated the fruit into thin air. 

“But we haven’t tried everything!” Sebastian combatted. 

“There is no cure!” Solomon yelled. “When will you accept that?!” 

“Never! I can never accept that!” 

“Sebastian!” Y/n called as Anne had suddlenly been toppled over by sudden onslaughts of pain. Right as they got his attention, Anne screamed out from the pain. 

“Now look what you’ve done,” Solomon lectured, rushing the Anne’s aid alongside Y/n. Sebastian was at a loss for words for a moment. 

“A-Anne I’m sorry,” he stuttered before Solomon turned to growl at him once more. 

“Leave,” was all he said. Sebastian didn’t put up a fight. Jo followed out right behind him. 

“Sebastian, wait!” Y/n called out, rushing out the door behind them. 

“If you don’t mind, I just need a moment alone,” they heard him say to Jo. Jo stepped aside right away, but Y/n knew better. 

“Seb!” they called again.

“I don’t wish to talk about it, Y/n.” 

“Yes, you do,” they responded simply. “Sebastian Sallow I have known you for well over a decade now, I know when you need to vent.” 

“I shouldn’t have come,” he said with a sigh. “I’ll see you later, Y/n.” 

Y/n watched behind as Sebastian turned to leave, Jo following close behind. Y/n didn’t know how long they were standing there before Anne slowly made her way out the door, placing a hand on their shoulder.

“You should be resting,” Y/n said simply, a longing gaze still following where Sebastian had left. 

“I know,” Anne smiled. “I don’t like them.” 

“Who?” 

“Who do you think?” 

“Yeah,” Y/n sighed. “I don’t like them either.” 

---

It had been weeks since you had last spoken to Sebastian. He had sent you an owl or two since the last he visited Feldcroft, but you’ve heard nothing since. 

“Have you heard anything?” they has asked Anne after a few minutes of silence during dinner.

“From Sebastian?” she confirmed. “No, not since his last owl. I’m a bit worried.” 

“So am I.” 

The pair fell into a pregnant silence once again, neither wanting to express what they both feared. 

“You should tell him,” Anne spoke up after another moment. 

“Tell him what?”

“How you feel.” 

“No!” 

“Why not?” 

Y/n sighed. “The four of us have been friends for as long as I can remember. The three of us even longer. He doesn’t see me in that way.” 

“How would you know that if you don’t say anything?” 

“Because, Anne! I can tell.” The two fell silent again, but this time only for a second. Anne stayed quiet because she knew that Y/n had more to say, her silence was her own way of encouraging them to do so. “It’s just…” Y/n continued. “You say how he was acting around Jo. You saw the way they made his eyes sparkle. He’s never looked at me like that.” 

“He only looks at you like that,” Anne quickly combatted. “I didn’t see that familiar gleam in his eye until you walked in that day. That ‘sparkle’ you saw was not reserved for Jo. It was for you.” 

“I would have seen it before,” Y/n shrugged. “If I was able to notice it then I should have been able to see it if it was there in the past.” 

“But it has been!” she insisted. “Trust me! Every longing glance, every wistful stare, I have had to watch Sebastian give you. You’ve just never seen it because you were too busy giving him the same look.” 

Y/n sat and thought about it for a moment. Anne was right. At least, they hoped she was. And they weren’t going to waste any more time. Without another word, Y/n rushed to their shared bedroom with Anne, rummaging through everything to find a spare piece of parchment. When they found one, they began to write. 

My dearest Sebastian,   they wrote

I’ve spent enough years waiting for the right time to tell you this, but I think the time has come. Seb.. I -

Their writing was cut off by a loud bang coming from outside. Y/n whipped their head up and took their wand out quickly, slowly approaching a window. They half expected to see one of the Feldcroft residents using confringo or bombarda on a nearby training dummy. But what actually awaited them outside was much worse. 

Feldcroft was under attack.

Goblins, aall Ranrok’s followers were storming the village. Solomon could be heard hollering from them outside. It wasn’t until Anne shouted that Y/n sprang into action. 

“Anne!” they called, bursting through the front door of the Sallow’s house. Anne was crouch over near the ground, panting for breath as more goblins began to storm the village. “Where is everyone?” they wondered allowed, seeing no one but themself and the Sallows defending the village.

“Probably hiding in their cellars,” Solomon concluded before raising his voice so they could hear and shouting out, “COWARDS!” 

No matter what the trio did, more goblins seemed to keep coming. Y/n didn’t know what they were after, but they didn’t wish to find out. 

Then, out of no where, Sebastian had arrived with Jo trailing close behind. The two didn’t hesitate before jumping into action, helping the other three defend from the goblins attacking. The battle seemed to never end. 

Y/n and Anne had finished off the last of the goblins surrounding them, stopping for a moment to take a small rest. Before they knew it, another goblin was approaching Anne with his sword raised above his head, Anne didn’t have time to react. Just as Y/n began lifting their wand once again, she heard someone else shout from across the square, “Imperio!” 

They turned to see Sebastian holding his wand out towards the goblin, a sinister look in his eyes that were partially clouded over. 

“Sebastian,” they gasped in slight disbelief, standing up from their crouched position on the ground. Before anything else could be said, everyone watched as the goblin before them brought his own sword to his neck, and sliced it. Y/n’s hands flew to their mouth. Anne gasped from her spot on the ground, her eyes widening in fear. They were each frozen. Sebastian ran to Anne and offered his hand to her to help her up. Anne looked at him in fear, unmoving.

“Boy, what have you done!” Solomon spat in his direction, rushing between he and Anne.

“Saved my sister!” Sebastian combatted. “I-”

“With an unforgivable curse! From that damned book no doubt!” he continued, helping Anne off the ground and ushering her inside. “Your father would be ashamed! You’ve gone too far, Sebastian. Stay away from her. From all of us.” 

As Solomon led Anne inside, Y/n stayed standing where they were, eyes focused unwarily at Sebastian as Jo ran inside, no doubt to defend his actions to his family. 

“Y/n,” he said slowly, almost begging as he approached them. “Please, you have to understand that I-” 

“This isn’t the first you’ve used dark magic, is it?” they asked simply. 

“I would never-” 

“You have to mean it to cast those curses.” 

“I had to protect Anne! Surely you can understand that.” 

“I love Anne as dearly as you do,” they began. “But Seb, she doesn’t want this. She doesn’t want you to lose yourself for her. In the end, none of us win that way.”

“I did what I had to do. To protect her. You would have done the same.”

“There are a hundred other spells you could have used to ‘protect’ her!” Y/n combatted. “All of which have not been labeled as dark, unforgivable magic!” 

“You wouldn’t understand.” 

At this, Y/n scoffed. “Me? I wouldn’t understand? I have been here  every day, Sebastian! While you and Ominis are at school, I’m here. With Anne. I watch her struggle every day and I would give anything to take that away from her. So don’t you dare tell me that I don’t understand.” 

“Y/n!” Sebastian called as they turned away from him, walking back towards their house. Y/n didn’t turn back. They didn’t want him to see the small tears welling up in their eyes. 

Meanwhile, Jo was exploring the Sallow house, trying to comfort Anne and defend Sebastian’s actions to his uncle. While looking around, they found the letter Y/n had begun writing to him. After reading it, Jo looked left and right to see no one was watching and muttered a quiet “Incendio,” under their breath, watching as the small parchment that never got to see the light of day burned to ash. Burned to nothing.

[cuffmeinblack]

Because you're mine

Ominis Gaunt x Sebastian Sallow / Ominis Gaunt x Garreth Weasley

Tags: explicit | smut | love rivalry | jealousy | possessiveness | blowjobs | cumshot

3.3k words

Summary: Sebastian is alarmed by Garreth's sudden interest in Ominis and decides to remind him who he belongs to.

A/n: Okay you know I wrote that lovely wholesome Garrinis fic. Well I rewrote the whole first chapter and turned it into Sebinis smut. Erm. Enjoy. I'm so sorry, Garreth!

Ominis had noticed his change in fortunes during Potions—the ingredients he found arranged for him, the way his concoctions would mysteriously settle to a simmer after nearly boiling over, and his improving practical grades which he couldn't attribute to any sort of improvement in his ability. He thought that Sebastian must be helping him, finally growing tired of Ominis' stubborn refusal to ask for, or accept, his assistance. He didn't want to press the subject, but it irked Ominis that Sebastian would subvert his wishes, even if it ultimately benefitted him.

So it came as a surprise that Ominis' performance in Potions was particularly bad this week, and he wondered if Sebastian was distracted, or had finally decided to withdraw his help, realising that Ominis would neither ask for it or thank him directly.

"Sebastian," Ominis muttered across the table.

"Mmmm?"

"Are you angry with me?"

"What? Why would I be angry with you?" Sebastian asked.

"I've noticed you're not assisting me as much this week, my Wiggenweld potion is utter rubbish. Wish I could just replace it with one from J. Pippin's…," Ominis sighed.

"What are you talking about, Ominis?"

Ominis simply frowned and waited for Sebastian's brain to catch up. When the silence stretched on, he finally elaborated.

"I notice the little things you do to help, you know," Ominis explained.

"I don't…I mean I would, but you won't let me."

Ominis wasn't sure how to process his answer—had he imagined the whole thing, or was Sebastian lying to avoid Ominis' annoyance? He shook his head and lapsed into silence as he received another poor grade from Sharp, who appeared to be regretting his recent praise. Ominis mulled over the situation on the way to dinner after their lesson ended—what was different this week? The only difference he could think of was the absence of resident experimental potion brewer Garreth Weasley. The Gryffindor was a talented potions student but often spent his time in and out of lessons thinking up increasingly elaborate concoctions to force on unsuspecting first years in the name of science. Ominis picked at his food as he turned the thoughts over until Sebastian nudged him hard in the arm, causing him to wince.

"What's wrong with you?" Sebastian asked, his voice low.

"Just thinking about something," Ominis muttered.

"Obviously, what?"

"I've noticed things in our Potions classes, things I can't really explain."

"Does this have to do with Sharp's comment earlier?" Sebastian asked.

"Yes. I thought you were helping me because I noticed ingredients appearing near me whenever I needed them…"

"Are you sure? Maybe you'd just missed them on the desk before."

"No, I'd missed some of them in the store cupboard. And sometimes my mixture will be on the brink of boiling over and the flame will right itself before I even have a chance to react."

"Huh," Sebastian said, clearly unbelieving.

"You think I'm imagining it don't you? But this week my performance has been awful, and I can't understand what's changed."

"Maybe you're just tired, Ominis," Sebastian muttered.

"Maybe."

-

The following week they were brewing Edurus potion, Ominis was reading the recipe with his wand pointed at the page and privately hoping that his good luck would return soon, lest he end up with another poor grade.

"What are you up to, Weasley?" Sebastian called out next to him.

Ominis listened as Garreth muttered a reply behind him.

"What? Nothing…just the usual…don't tell Sharp."

"You know what I mean, I saw you point your wand over here," Sebastian said.

"No I didn't, what are you talking about?" Garreth spluttered.

Ominis frowned at the exchange, waiting for Garreth's explanation but it never came, and Sebastian seemed to decide he'd been mistaken as he once again fell silent next to him, but the coincidence didn't sit right with Ominis. He couldn't fathom the reason for his interference with his potion brewing, but he was determined to find it out.

Ominis found Garreth outside of the Gryffindor common room before breakfast the following day, as he leaned against the wall next to the portrait of the Fat Lady, who kept accusing him of spying on her house. Garreth stepped out of the portrait hole and thankfully spotted Ominis.

"Ominis, are you…okay?" he said as he approached.

"Ah, Garreth. May I have a word?" Ominis asked.

"Oh, yes alright. How can I help?"

"Have you been tampering with my cauldron in potions?" Ominis said, crossing his arms.

"What? No! Not tampering. I just…wanted to help," Garreth muttered in reply.

So Ominis hadn't imagined it, after all. The confusion made way for anger as he tried to control his temper.

"Fiddling with my work without my permission is called tampering, Weasley."

"I'm sorry, I just noticed Sallow wasn't helping you and you never ask…"

"There's a reason I don't ask. I'm quite capable of making my own mistakes and owning them."

"Right, of course. I'll stop, sorry."

Ominis turned to leave but stopped himself, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"Why?" he asked.

"What?"

"Why are you helping me?"

Garreth sighed and shuffled his feet, moving closer to Ominis and lowering his voice.

"I like you," he whispered.

"You like me?" Ominis replied with a frown.

"Yes. You know."

"Oh. Oh." Ominis' face flushed as the meaning dawned on him.

"Sorry, I know you don't really talk to me much. But you're…very attractive."

"I wouldn't know," Ominis said, trying to fight the urge to run away.

"Surely you've been told," Garreth whispered.

"Sebastian doesn't make a habit of telling me how handsome I look funnily enough," Ominis drawled.

"Well, you are."

"Thank you. Erm, I'll talk to you later, then," Ominis said.

He turned once again to leave the corridor but more words were tumbling out of his mouth.

"Garreth?"

"Yes?"

"Will you continue to help me?"

"Only if you want me to."

"I would," Ominis said, turning to leave.

He smiled to himself as he walked back to his own common room, feeling slightly giddy—he'd been angry about the interference but after hearing the reason why, it suddenly made a lot more sense. Ominis wasn't used to being the object of anyone's desires, or at least not knowingly, and whilst he couldn't say the feeling was immediately reciprocated it was gratifying to be made aware of the attraction, and Ominis was curious to find out more.

-

Two days later they had their next Potions lesson, and Garreth, true to his word, immediately put his bag down next to Ominis and started setting up his cauldron.

"Hello, lads. Looking forward to brewing this Thunderbrew potion? Tricky, but I think I have a knack for it," he said brightly.

"Weasley, what are you doing here?" Sebastian asked beside him, straight to the point.

"Garreth has offered to assist me, Sebastian," Ominis said calmly.

"I can help you, Ominis," Sebastian said quietly.

"Well, Garreth offered and frankly he's better at potions than you," Ominis teased with a smirk.

"Fine," Sebastian muttered, returning to his work.

"I'll grab us all some ingredients," Garreth said brightly, brushing past Ominis' shoulder as he retreated to the store room.

"Do you really want Weasley helping you? He's insufferable," Sebastian whispered.

"Why does he irk you so, Sebastian? I've always found him agreeable enough."

"He's so desperate," he muttered, pulling away from Ominis as Garreth's footsteps approached.

Garreth returned with the shrivelfigs, bottles of stench of the dead and leech juice and divvied up the supplies between the three of them. The lesson passed with some idle chat amongst Sebastian's sarcastic remarks as Garreth helped Ominis where he needed it. He didn't need a lot of assistance, but was grateful when Garreth had stepped in to describe the colour of his concoction, Ominis then deducing correctly that he needed to add more shrivelfig—it wasn't an overbearing or coddling kind of help, and Ominis couldn't help but smile at Garreth's kindness.

"Thank you, Garreth," Ominis said at the end of the lesson.

Garreth cleared his throat awkwardly, muttering his thanks.

"Will you walk with me?" Ominis asked as they left the classroom.

"Yes," Garreth responded rather quickly.

Sebastian had already left ahead of them in a huff, and Ominis felt for Garreth's arm, making him flinch slightly as he placed a hand on his bicep.

"Where do you want to walk to?" Garreth asked quietly.

"I don't mind, somewhere quiet," Ominis responded.

Garreth led Ominis outside to the grassy area outside of the Herbology greenhouses—it was a pleasant day, but most students would still be in their lessons, and Garreth and Ominis had a free period. The pair walked slowly as they talked about their studies on the way to the greenhouses as Garreth enthusiastically relayed his love for Ominis' most despised subject, but Ominis found the passion in his voice to be endearing even if the subject matter left a lot to be desired.

Garreth led Ominis to behind an old oak tree behind the path, amongst the grass and flower borders, and stopped walking, turning towards him.

"Well, here we are. I thought it would be nice to be outside in the sun," Garreth said.

"I agree, it's a lovely day," Ominis nodded.

Ominis removed his hand from Garreth's arm and sat carefully in the grass, crossing his legs and placing his hands in his lap as Garreth sat himself next to him, facing away from the tree, their knees grazing. Ominis could practically feel the nerves radiating from him and he repressed a smile at the slightly absurd thought of him having such an effect on anyone.

"Can I ask a favour?" Ominis asked.

"Yes, of course, what is it?" Garreth responded.

"Can I…map your face?" Ominis said.

A silence passed between them and Ominis held up his hand in answer.

"Oh, you want to…yes, okay," Garreth said.

"Thank you, I've only bothered to do this with Sebastian so I'm afraid he's my only basis for comparison."

"Ah, then you might be disappointed."

Ominis smiled in reply and shuffled himself to face him, reaching out a hand slowly towards his face. Garreth stayed as still as he could as Ominis' hand found him, gently tracing his cheek, up to his temple. His thumb ran down between his eyebrows, over his nose and down towards his mouth as Ominis felt a stirring in his gut at Garreth's warm, heavy breaths against his skin. Ominis brushed his soft lips and ran his fingers along his jaw, finally pulling his hand away, satisfied with the mental image he had conjured.

"Thank you, that helps," Ominis said with a smile. "And no, I'm not disappointed."

Garreth laughed nervously and Ominis' heart fluttered slightly at the sound. He sensed Garreth's trepidation and willed himself to reach out to place his hand on his knee but overshot and gripped his thigh. Ominis felt his face burning as Garreth flinched and inhaled sharply, readying himself to pull away before Garreth caught his wrist in his hand still against his leg. Ominis smiled and once again felt Garreth's breath against his skin, this time on his mouth as he leaned forward to meet him in a kiss, Ominis' heart now ready to burst from his chest. The kiss was quick and unsure, but he wanted more—Ominis reached out to snake a hand around Garreth's neck and pulled him toward him again.

Their lips met and lingered, softly brushing together in timid exploration until Garreth's tongue ran along his lower lip, making Ominis dig his fingers into his thigh before reciprocating with his own tongue. Merlin, this felt good. The kiss deepened, Garreth now running his hands through Ominis' hair and tugging as they made quietly appreciative noises into each other's mouths. Ominis was thoroughly enjoying himself, getting lost in his soft, wet lips, his hands exploring the muscular thighs and long hair in front of him, so much so that his trousers were now uncomfortably tight. He shuffled closer towards Garreth so that he was practically sitting in his lap, his crossed legs overlapping him as Garreth moaned softly and Ominis pulled away with a sly smile.

"Definitely not disappointed," Ominis said truthfully.

-

Ominis returned to the common room shortly after his heated exchange of tongues with Garreth, feeling exhilarated, albeit slightly frustrated, to meet the irritated questioning of Sebastian before he had barely sat down.

"Where have you been?"

"I went for a walk with Garreth," Ominis said, settling into the plush sofa next to Sebastian.

"Oh, it's Garreth now is it? What did he want?"

"We talked, I thanked him for his assistance, and then he kissed me," Ominis replied with a smile.

A stunned silence stretched between them as Sebastian shuffled on the cushion to face Ominis.

"What?" Sebastian asked quietly.

"Mmm it was quite enjoyable. Is Garreth considered attractive? He seems to have nice lips, a good jaw, and his hair is very soft," Ominis recalled, his thoughts returning to Garreth's tongue flicking over his lips.

"Seriously?" Sebastian asked incredulously.

"And his voice is rather nice, too."

"You think his voice is nice," Sebastian repeated blankly.

Ominis nodded and smirked at Sebastian's reaction—truth be told, he'd only ever been enticed by one other voice, but it was currently scolding him rather than whispering sweet nothings in his ear. Ominis couldn't help but tease Sebastian, knowing how much it bothered him to see him interested in Garreth for whatever reason.

"So what, you're going to fuck Weasley now because he showed you a bit of attention?"

Ominis frowned at the agressive tone in his voice.

"Why are you so bothered, Sebastian?"

"Because it's him. Because…," Sebastian started but didn't finish, because his lips were otherwise occupied as they found Ominis' mouth.

Ominis hadn't been expecting it, or the hand that held his head in place, or the tongue that teased at his lips. He hadn't been expecting it but he'd wanted it, in the deepest, darkest depths of his mind lived the fantasies of frantic fumblings with his best friend, the longing urges to feel his mouth on his, and the memories of days spent pleasuring himself to the sound of his voice saying the most filthy things he could imagine. Ominis hadn't considered that Sebastian might want him back, and whether it was out of pure jealousy and hatred for Garreth or not, he didn't care much in that moment as his tongue explored Sebastian's mouth with quiet moans that were entirely inappropriate for the common room. Ominis pulled away, with great difficulty against Sebastian's steadying hand against the back of his head.

"Let's go upstairs," Sebastian said, pulling his wrist to guide him to the dormitory.

Ominis' heart pounded in his chest as they entered the room and Sebastian wasted no time in resuming their kiss, his fingers fumbling the clasp on Ominis' robe and pushing it roughly off his shoulders to the floor. He took the suggestion and did the same to Sebastian, ridding him of his numerous layers until they stood bare-chested in front of each other. Ominis ran his hands over his warm chest, the thick hair curling around his fingers as Sebastian manoeuvred them towards the bed, the back of Ominis' legs hitting the mattress and causing him to fall backwards onto it as Sebastian clambered on top of him, straddling his hips.

Ominis' cock strained uncomfortably against his waistband as his hands wandered up Sebastian's thighs to find his trouser buttons, brushing his bulge and causing him to groan with anticipation. Ominis felt dizzy as he undid Sebastian's trousers, pulling them roughly down to release his erection, taking it in his hand with a gasp at the thickness of his shaft—he was practically salivating at the thought as he panted underneath Sebastian's legs, stroking his cock to the sound of his friend's shuddering moans.

"Fuck, Ominis. Get back on the bed."

He did as he was told, shuffling back on the mattress as Sebastian urgently tugged down Ominis' trousers leaving him completely exposed until his cock was enveloped by Sebastian's hot, wet mouth. Ominis let out a gutteral moan as his tongue teased his head, his hand wrapped at the base of his shaft, gripping him firmly but completely unmoving.

"Tell me you want me," Sebastian muttered, his tongue flicking lazily on the top of his head.

"I want you," he managed to whimper.

"What do you want, Ominis?"

"I…I want���please, Sebastian I want your mouth around my cock."

Ominis all but shouted as Sebastian took him fully in his mouth, the suction unbearably pleasurable as his hand worked the bottom of his shaft that his mouth couldn't reach. His hand gripped the bedsheets underneath him and the other entangled itself in Sebastian's hair as his head bobbed up and down rhythmically, bringing Ominis closer to the edge. He was already so close, and Sebastian could sense the increasingly erratic breathing and twitching muscles and he pulled his mouth away with a pop as the suction released his head.

"He could never make you moan like that," Sebastian said in between kisses to his thighs. "Time to return the favour before I let you finish."

Ominis sat up shakily, fighting the temptation to take himself in his hand and find his release, but he knew Sebastian wouldn't allow it, so instead he groped in front of him to find Sebastian sitting with his legs spread, waiting patiently for Ominis to find his way. His fingers skimmed his tight balls eliciting a low hum from Sebastian's throat and Ominis returned to them, fondling his sack as he gripped his thick shaft and ran his tongue over his head, slick with salty precum. Ominis moaned at the taste, hungry for more as he took Sebastian's cock in his mouth, the girth filling to the sides of his hollow cheeks easily as he sucked him eagerly.

"Why would you want Weasley when you could have been sucking my cock all this time?" Sebastian breathed.

Ominis answered the question with a whine, not slowing his tempo as he sucked and lapped at Sebastian's cock as if he were starving for it—and he was, the years of filthy daydreams and nights of self pleasure had finally become a reality and Ominis wanted absolutely nothing more than to bring Sebastian to his climax, to know that he enjoyed this just as much as Ominis. Sebastian's fingers were tangled in his hair, tugging at him with every movement of his head, and his moans grew more and more loud and ragged as his hips bucked underneath him, causing his head to hit the back of Ominis' throat.

"Fuck, Ominis," were the last words he uttered before he pulled Ominis' mouth off of him, roughly shoving him sideways onto the bed before straddling his chest. Ominis' breath caught at the sudden movement and he heard the groaning above him and a whispered "open your mouth" before the warm cum hit his lips and his waiting tongue, sliding down his chin as he gasped and licked around his mouth.

He couldn't help the smirk that crept onto his face, completely giddy and yet still so frustrated, his own erection now painfully in need of stimulation. Thankfully, Sebastian granted him his wish and took him in his warm hand, stroking his length until he finally met his exquisite release, covering Sebastian's thighs as he held himself steady with shaking arms. He finally collapsed on the bed next to him as they both panted for air and Sebastian gently stroked his hair.

"You're mine, okay?" Sebastian sighed.

"Whatever you say," Ominis replied with a smile.