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The Shadows of Our Love |12|

Chapter 12 | In the Shadow of Detention

Pair: Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Summary: After the events at the recent Crossed Wands match, Y/n and Sebastian are required to serve their time in detention.

Warnings: language (?), jealousy, mentions of violence

Word Count: 4.3k

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a/n: I listened to 'salamander eyes' from the fantastic beasts playlist for the last conversation in the common room which really added to the feelings i had while writing it. comment or message me to be tagged in future parts :)

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“The behavior displayed by you this evening, Ms. L/n, was indecorous.” Sharp began his speech, “This unsanctioned dueling club you children believe to be secretive, as it happens, is not. The faculty is well aware of the illicit activities being held and while we may turn a blind eye to the extracurricular activity; to be informed of a physical altercation and that there was bloodshed-”

You couldn’t help the sly smirk that happened upon your face, highly unintentional, your facial features didn’t comprehend the lecture you were getting from your professor who- frighteningly enough- was an ex-Auror.

“I’m glad you are amused, Ms. L/n because you are stripped of your Hogsmeade privileges,” His eyes zeroed in on you, “And every Saturday for the rest of the semester you will be in the detention room executing the tasks given to you.”

Your jaw dropped, and you glance at Garreth whose hand is shyly raised. Seeing him reminded you- there went your Hogsmeade group dates.

“Mr. Weasley,” Professor Sharp acknowledges the boy who is fraught at his declaration.

Garreth gulps, “Sir, surely the punishment isn’t meant for all of us.” Traitor, you thought.

Professor Sharps turns his attention to the rest of your classmates, he had you all standing in a row, with you in the middle- the main culprit. Sebastian to your left and Poppy to the left of him, Natty to your right and Garreth to hers, Nellie at the end.

“As for Mr. Weasley, Ms. Onai, Oggspire, and Sweeting, you are all to serve detention on Saturday. You will still be able to attend the Samhain feast, unlike Ms. L/n who will be allowed to have her first two meals and will be serving her detention for the entirety of the day.” He gives you a pointed look. “That is all, the four of you are dismissed.”

Natty squeezes your hand goodbye as she walks away without a word, surely her mother would not be happy with her. Nellie, Garreth, and Poppy all give you winces and sympathetic glances as they leave.

Now you were piqued, your once free Saturdays were now taken up with one more thing that you did not need to be busy with, permission to go to Hogsmeade was gone- when you were already banned from leaving school grounds for anything else- how exactly were you going to put an end to the Death Reapers or at least stop them from taking any more people, when you were on lockdown. To top it off, the Samhain feast was off the table, you didn’t get to enjoy it last year because you were out helping Sebastian at a time when you and he weren’t even on good terms.

You risked Sharp’s wrath to ask, “Excuse me, Professor, but what about him?” You send your thumb in the direction of the brunet next to you.

“Surely, sir, I am the victim here,” Sebastian tries to manipulate. Thankfully, your favorite teacher- despite the circumstances- was not convinced.

“Surely, Mr. Sallow, you are not.” You can almost see the glint in the man's eyes as he says, “You are to join, L/n, every Saturday in a place you are not unfamiliar with. Do not think that I am not aware of the warring tension you both share in classes, particularly in Professor Hecat’s class. We are tired, and so as an exercise, you will be partnered in each task that is given.”

As if you didn’t see him everywhere you exhaled. He was going to hate you even more than he already does, and you were going to replay the memory of your fists in his face every five minutes to keep your sanity. Being near each other every other second of the day will drive you both mad.

You and Sallow were going to tear each other apart.

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You stabbed at your plate of breakfast for the fourth time making the fork scrape against the plate making those around you grimace.

This morning you received an owl instructing you that you will report to Madame Scribner for your assignment today. The chatter of excitement around you makes your mood worsen, everyone will be having a grand time in the village with their friends and ending the night with the feast while you’d be in the library.

“Chin up, Y/n/n, It won't be so bad. Sallow’s known to make his detentions lively.” Garreth slides into the bench across from you. You were in a sour mood this morning, barely getting any sleep with the dread that when you woke up it wouldn’t be an exciting day at all, you couldn’t help but pout.

“Not bloody likely,” You drop the fork and push the plate away, it disapparated into thin air. You let your head fall onto your forearm that was on the table, staring at your lap. “You lucky little wanker, you only get one-half day of detention and you’re paired up with Nellie.”

“And?”

“And that’s hardly a punishment at all!” You throw your hands up half in the air with exasperation.

“Who told you to go all mental on Sebastian,” Garreth chided.

You inhaled sharply, Garreth was getting close to being on the list of people on your bad side for today, “He deserved it and you bloody well know it.”

Garreth raises his hands in surrender, “Save your hostility for your true enemies and not your caring friend who’s trying to make you feel better.”

That didn’t help his case, you sent daggers through your eyes, and with that, he eased his way up from the Slytherin table and scurried away from you before you turned him into a flubberworm.

Ominis finds you leaving the great hall and makes a beeline toward where his wand leads him, “Mind if I escort you to your cell?”

You chuckle darkly, “Keep to your family fortune Ominis, jesting is not your forte.”

“I only wanted to warn you about Sebastian,” He walks at a leisurely pace, you held no complaints knowing you wanted to stall your sentence as long as possible. You both went down the steps and out to the courtyard where you caught a glimpse of the cool autumn weather that you no longer have the privilege of enjoying in Hogsmeade.

“I can imagine he’s feeling vengeful right about now.”

He halted and faced you, “You know him, he’s-”

“A complete tosser?” You knew you were being excessively rude with the interruptions and insults, however, you could not bring yourself to care with your overwhelming annoyance.

“Sensitive, Y/n, he’s sensitive.” Ominis sighed, “He has his issues but he feels, deeply. Lets his anger get the best of him so often you forget that.”

Sensitive was not a word you would use to describe Sebastian, as emotional as he can get with the people he cares about, it was obvious that you were not one of them. ‘Sensitive’ was the word he wanted to use to tell you that he was going through something else. It feels like lately everyone was giving you justifications for Sebastian's actions and it didn’t make you feel any better. You didn't feel the need to hold back on him if he wasn't holding back on you.

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Madame Scribner informed you to meet her in front of the fireplace, she wasn’t present when you arrived, only the exact broad-shouldered lad you were cross with, leaning against the mantle twirling his wand.

“Aren’t you looking a little worse for wear,” Sebastian comments on your tired appearance. You took in his casual attire that was purposely disheveled and his face, you didn’t hold back the smile that graced your lips at the sight of him.

“Speak for yourself,” You didn’t need to motion for his bruised left eye and his swollen nose (that to your dismay only made him appear more rugged). “Did I do that? Looks like a herd of cattle stomped all over you.”

“Oh, this?” He pointed to his eye, “I wear this with pride.”

You quirked your brow in question, “And why is that?”

“I faced the great Y/n L/n and lived to tell the tale,” He wore a smug expression that made you want to rewind to yesterday and just strangle him.

“I’ll be sure not to hold back next time.”

“That is quite enough out of the pair of you.” Said the head librarian, Madame Scribner, a short stout woman who was of the more strict staff members of Hogwarts, had rounded a corner of a two-tier bookshelf. “Mr. Sallow, Ms. L/n, Professor Sharp has led you both into my care for the day and I shall have you both working with order. I have much to do and I’ve assigned you enough work, you should not have the time to bicker.”

“Now,” She waved as she began to walk. You and Sebastian followed the click of her heels to the second floor. “Your wands, if you may.” She held out her hand for the both of you to hand your only form of defense, you reluctantly turned yours in. “You are to sort scattered books onto their shelves, without magic. I've lifted the enchantments on the stacks so you will have no assistance. There are plenty of piles to keep you busy and should anyone need help, I trust that Mr. Sallow is well-versed within these walls.”

She pocketed both of your wands, both hands entwined in front of her, you can certainly say that you were intimidated by her sternness.

“I’ll be sure that all will be to your satisfaction, Madame Scribner,” Sebastian tells her, though, by her unimpressed stare, you could tell that she did not, in fact, trust him at all. She fixes her gaze on you as if expecting you to be the lead example.

You were sure to keep any reservations you had about working with Sebastian to yourself and manifested yourself to seem competent, if only so that she wouldn’t feel the need to check up on you or Sebastian. You would scurry away as quickly and as far away from Sallow as you could, when you did, you didn’t need the librarian to report you to Professor Sharp.

As soon as she felt satisfied with the lack of argument, she was off, leaving you, Sebastian, and stacks on stacks of books to sort. “Up for a little wager?” He spoke, fingering through the books.

You began to wonder if this was the fun Garreth spoke of.

“If I say that I'm in no mood for games?”

He shrugged, “I suppose that means we’re forced to work beside each other in agonizing silence so as not to disturb the many students in this acute learning environment.”

The library was empty, save for a handful of students that were either doing homework or studying. The sarcasm ran deep in his voice, it made you snort in an unladylike manner that had your hand flying to cover your face, solely on the fact that you didn’t want to laugh at any of his attempts at humor.

“Or,” He dared a step closer to tempt you, “We can work together without actually working together.”

“Please do be more vague,” Beginning to feel put out by his intimations.

“How about, the last person to finish sorting their books has to help the winner with the next assignment, pick up more of a load next time?”

“Working smarter not harder, I see.” It was a perfect solution, you didn’t have to be near each other, no bickering- no problem. The work will be done quicker this way.

“Always.”

“Fine,” You agreed.

And so the work began, Sebastian strolled over to the other side of the second floor. You started at the stained glass window section to the right of the spiral stairs. It was tedious work but you managed to gather all the books left on tables, the piles at the ends of the stacks, the ones left on the floor, and organized them into their separate sections to make it easier to sort them in their aisle.

That took two hours by how many there were, and as you stuffed them into their shelves you noticed how many of them were placed in the wrong section. So you gathered all the misplaced texts and added them to their appropriate pile, another hour passed.

As you made your last pile of books into sections on one of the large tables you noticed one that wasn’t included in the piles Madame Scribner had given you and Sebastian. It was an ancient looking one that didn’t look like it was supposed to be on the public side of the library. The book was black and the spine had intricate swirls which looked as if it was supposed to shape into skulls.

It was a book on the Dark Arts. You flipped through the pages, curious about what particular subject of dark magic it held; there were chapters and chapters of relics.

“Need any help?”

You were lost reading the pages from the book, Was Sebastian creeping around the restricted section again? If so, then why? And why would he read this so openly, surely he would have snuck it back into his dorm.

You would have seen if he was in your area, you flinch and shut the book quickly, feeling caught. “No,” You blushed and recalled the question. “No, I’m alright, thank you.”

The bright-eyed Hufflepuff boys' eyes flickered to your tight clutch on the dusty old book, “Are you sure? I wouldn’t mind easing the load.”

“Trust me, I wouldn’t either but I wouldn’t want to be caught by Madame Scribner, if anything I should be working with my assigned partner.” You continue your work, settling the books on their appropriate shelf. “Serving my time and all that.”

“Oh,” He searched around the area you both were standing. “Sebastian Sallow, is it? I saw you with him earlier.”

You nodded, lifting a heavy stack of books, and moved with them to the right section, you didn’t want to do two separate trips to carry books. You almost tripped over your feet, with a huff you grabbed a chair, balanced on the seat tiptoeing to reach the upper tier of the shelf.

Vaugh took pity on you, grabbed the book you were struggling with, and easily tucked it in with the rest. “I won’t tell if you won’t,” He winked waving his wand, his magic levitating one of the piles and sending them off to where they belong.

“Thanks,” You lifted the next pile to move on to the other side of the shelf- the next aisle.

“Where is he, anyhow?”

As if summoning the devil himself, Sebastian appeared from the exact place you were headed, “He’s right here.” To your surprise, he grabbed six of the twelve books you had in your arms.

“You can bugger off now, Vincent.” Sebastian purposefully said Vaughn's name incorrectly. You didn’t appreciate how rude he was being to the boy who had been nothing but helpful.

Vaughn shrugged and smiled at you, “Give me a shout if you need anything.”

Sebastian glared as the boy walked away, his features were full of distaste, “One can’t ever seem to be rid of him.”

You readjust your grip on the books that were now less heavy thanks to Sebastian, you set them down on the desk in front of the shelf before placing them in empty slots in alphabetical order of surname. “He’s not bothering anyone, he was just trying to be helpful.”

“I find him bothersome,” He copies your movements, he was already done with his work. You were suspicious as to how but then remembered that he had years of being in this library, especially with his coming here in his spare time, you’ve only been here for a school year and a few months.

He eyed the last book laid on the table, you had purposefully placed it on the bottom of the stack and snatched it as you saw him reaching for it. “You find the air around you to be bothersome.”

“Oh darling, you couldn’t be more wrong, you see I love breathing- and not to mention the fact that oxygen is transparent, something he is so obviously not.”

The pet name made your heart flutter despite the obvious sarcasm he spoke it with, but his cryptic words puzzled you.

He tilted his head at the way you clutched the book to your chest, “Taking a page out of my book, are we?”

“I can’t say I know what you mean,” You looked at the book front and back as if you weren’t reading its pages just minutes ago.

“Dangerous topic that one.”

“Is this one you’ve read?” In your search for a cure… you wanted to say. He met your eye and was blown back by the questions in them.

He took a step in your direction and slipped the book out of your hands swiftly, opening it up, flipping through the pages with his thumb so it made an arch then shutting it. “It goes deep into the Dark Arts, but you already knew that.”

“Musn’t let Scribner catch you with that,” He set the book down on the desk more in your direction.

“I’m not keeping it, I found it here.” You pointed to the opposite end of the table you both were standing by.

“It’s alright if you’re curious,” He arched a brow, “I wouldn’t blame you, I mean look at who you’re talking to.”

“Ah yes,” You exaggerate your remembrance. “Forgive me, Sebastian ‘Master of the Dark Arts’ Sallow.”

His expression darkened covering his former amusement at his catching you with a forbidden book. Sebastian recovered his mask with a light tone, “Calling me a Master is a flattery I did not expect to receive from you today.”

“It’s simply a fact, I suppose. You must know all there is about Dark magic.”

Sebastian lifted a brow at your insinuation, “So what if I do?”

“You might know if there is a spell, an enchantment of sorts to enhance your magic.” You hoped he wouldn’t ask any questions about what you wanted to know, you should have known better.

“The great Y/n L/n wants to enhance her magic?” His voice echoed in the near-empty library from how loud he was. You put a hand over his mouth and a finger to your lips, and your eyes widened in a warning.

You released him at the realization of how intrusively close you got to him, “I want to know if it would be possible for wizards to do it, in theory.”

“In theory, if certain wizards were participating in the Dark Arts that in itself would be able to ‘enhance their magic’, was that the answer you were looking for?.” He held your gaze with an inquisitive stare, he wanted to ask but asking would cross over the line of being friends. “May I ask the reason behind your sudden interest in the subject?” His curiosity got the better of him.

“You just did,” You took the book from the desk. “I do not plan to share any of my thoughts with you of all people.”

Sebastian tutted, “And we were getting on so well.”

“If we must be in each other's company, we should endeavor to be as plain and straightforward with each other as possible.”

“As you are being now?” He smirks.

“If you didn’t make it a habit to be a nosy parker, it would be easier.” You glance at his side of the library and back at him, changing the subject. “You win.”

“I do, though I wouldn’t say it was fair, I had an advantage.”

You wished he would just take the win and get on with his gloating, you would have to go through with your end of the deal next Saturday anyhow. “Yes, and I had help, we’ll call it even.”

His lips quirked in annoyance, “Right.” He took the book from you once more, “I’ll return this to its rightful place before Scribner ever notices it’s gone.” Sebastian stalked off before you could protest.

~~~

“May I walk you to your common room?” Vaughn stands by the mermaid fountain as if he were waiting for you. It was well past the hour of the Samhain feast and you were planning on going down to the kitchens to beg the house elves for food. He had his arm open for you to hook your arm to his, and so you did, with his kindness earlier it felt rude to not accept.

You were tired from running back and forth, doing all kinds of errands for Madame Scribner, once you were done sorting books she had you and Sebastian busy work. With what you did today, you didn’t have to miss the feast, you realized that that was the point of the punishment.

You and Sebastian were forced to sit by each other during lunch, and not allowed to talk to anyone else, which felt childish but this was a part of the ‘bonding’ exercise so that there are no other altercations as there was last night.

Sebastian was frustratingly well-behaved around you after your conversation about the book, with no back-handed remarks or comments that made you want to hex him. He was decently pleasant while you, on the other hand, were the one to avoid him in his every attempt to talk to you even if it was a question on what Scribner had assigned you to do. You were convinced he simply enjoyed watching you squirm as he neared you.

You were surprised by how normal it felt to be walking with a boy whom you barely knew in complete silence, not feeling at all odd.

“How was the feast?” You felt the silence growing.

“It went well, I don’t know you well enough but I believe you would have enjoyed it.” He then began to describe the food that was served, the desultory speech Professor Sharp had made at the beginning, and how the ghosts that haunted the halls popped out of the student's food to give them a scare.

A pang of jealousy hit your heart, you wished you would have been there to enjoy it, “I feel I would have as well.”

For the rest of the walk to the Slytherin common room, the halls were quiet as he talked to you about his day and asked you about yours. He was patient with your responses and didn’t force any topics you weren’t comfortable with. The conversation was pleasant and without expectation, something you felt you had lacked recently and were glad of the change.

“As I’ve said, I am aware that we are not well acquainted, but I would like to” He stuttered a little as he spoke. “Be acquainted with you- as friends.”

You both stopped in front of the stone wall entrance of your common room, you let your arm fall from his, and you giggled at his nervousness “We can be friends.”

“Perfect,” He grinned.

“Well then,” Vaughn lifted your right hand and bowed midway, placing a kiss on your knuckles. Without warning your mind wandered to your half-dead state from weeks ago, when unidentified lips brushed the back of your hand, it wasn’t Vaughn but the same gesture made your heart flutter. “I bid thee goodnight, dear Y/n.”

“Goodnight,” You whispered back. You watched him walk up the grand steps at the same time Sebastian was walking down. Vaughn gave him a friendly wave, which he ignored. You rolled your eyes at his discourteousness and spoke the password to the wall, causing the snake to slither into an arch.

You walk through the entrance, not daring to look back as you hear Sebastian's footsteps come from behind you. They were fast-paced and loud, you didn’t stop until you reached the bottom.

You turned to face him last minute almost getting a face full of his chest, you didn’t let the sudden shock at how close he was, show on your face. “Yes?”

“Dear, Y/n?” He mocked Vaughn.

You guffawed, “Words I never thought would come out of your mouth.”

You loosened the laces of your boots and slipped them off, it made you lose a couple of inches of your height. “What is the problem now, Sebastian?” You sit on the couch in front of the fireplace closest to the girl’s dormitory.

“There is no problem,” The tightness in his voice said otherwise. “Only wondering when exactly you became best mates with the new sixth year.”

“Just now actually,” You didn’t care for his tone but you were too exhausted to put up much of a fight. “There’s nothing wrong with befriending a new student, you would know. As a matter of fact, you might even say he’s my new charge.”

Daggers shot from his eyes, “You think you’re real clever, don’t you?”

You had quite enough of this, you sighed as you pushed yourself off the plush seating. “I don’t think I’m clever, darling, I just am.” You emphasized the name he off-handedly called you earlier. “Last I recalled you weren’t supposed to care who I spend my time with.”

“I don’t,” He hissed and hesitated before mentioning “He appears everywhere you are.”

“Something you and he have in common.”

“Although you and I are often in the same area, I can assure you that it is not intentional, and I do not stalk as he does.” The tension in your argument had dissolved as you let out an exasperated laugh at the memories of Sebastian indeed stalking across Hogwarts grounds, though not in the way he intended the word for Vaughn.

“You should see the way you, the ghosts as my witness.”

He lets out a breath, “I’ve had enough of ghosts, thank you.”

You remember Peeves following you and Sebastian into the depths of the restricted section, right as you both were about to enter the Athenaeum when Sebastian took the punishment of detention for the both of you. Pesky Peeves, you thought.

“As have I,” You took your boots from the floor and a step back in the direction of the girl’s dormitory, “If we’re all settled then.”

Sebastian nodded, “Yes.”

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” He responded in a tight tone, the collar of his shirt seemed to be choking him from his neck.

You stifled a smile as he stalked away to the boy’s side of the common room.

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Chapter 13

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mischiefmanagers · 1 year ago

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Azriel Fic Rec Library 🦇💙

In no particular order, here's an extensive list of Azriel x Reader or Azriel x OC fics that I've compiled for those who can't get enough of him. I literally maxed out the number of tags/links you can include on a post for this 😂

🌼 personal favorite 🥀 angst 💞 fluff 🔥 smut

by @acourtofmenandthirst

You Called 🥀💞

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Before you 🔥🥀

The truth about you 🥀💞🔥

The family we choose 💞

by @thelov3lybookworm

I Didn't Ask For This 🌼🥀

Finally Safe 🌼🥀

My brother. 💞

by @writingsbychlo

SWEET LIKE SUGAR 🌼💞🥀

false confessions 🌼🥀

how we survive 🥀

by @readychilledwine

Slow Hands 🌼💞🔥

Bound by Fate 🌼🥀💞🔥

Little Bat, Big Dreams 💞

Beauty in Pain 🥀

Devotion 💞

by @leafsandstarlight

Forced Revelations

by @lalacliffthorne

the basic rules of friendship 💞🔥

motorcycle 💞

by @bubbles-for-all-of-us

Hear the lonely cry out 🥀

Can you love me most? 🥀

Baby daddy 💞

by @draemgal

master of disguise 💞

by @azsazz

Nightlight 🥀

Wrong Side of the Right Coin Azriel x Reader x Eris 🥀

Just Hold On 🥀💞

What Lies Ahead

Bleed for Me

by @xoxonyxx

What Should've Been 💞

by @illyrian-dreamer

Spin the bottle 💞🥀

Our girl Azriel x Cassian x Reader 🥀

by @acourtofwhatthefuck

Practice On Me 💞🔥

by @danikamariewrites

Sixth Sense 💞

Shell 💞

Fever Dreams 🥀💞

Please Don't Go 🥀💞

Pointless Fights 🥀

Perfect Princess 💞

by @lidiasloca

more than this 🥀

by @tadpolesonalgae

please... 🌼🥀

washing his wings 💞

Can't Bring Myself To Hate You 🌼🥀🔥

His Personal Assistant

by @mother-above

The Golden Warrior 🌼

by @aquanova99

The Shadow and the Seraphim

by @fieldofdaisiies

Oh Those Romance Novels 🔥

Love's A Burden 🥀

by @ellievickstar

Between Two worlds

by @florence-end

Worst kept secret 💞

Stitch up

by @redheadspark

Reunited 💞🥀

Hold 🥀💞

by @acourtofmarvels

Miracle 🥀

by @bookish-whore

Haunted 🥀

by @honeybeefae

7 Minutes In Heaven 🔥🔥

Shadows of Fire Azriel x Reader x Eris 🔥🔥

by @reverie-verse

Ooops Mating Bond 🌼💞

by @cassiefromhell

Unexpected Azriel x Reader x Eris 💞🥀

by @ladylokilaufeyson5

A Little Helping Hand 🌼💞

I Will Always Find You 💞🥀

by @azrielhours

Soft Spot 🌼🔥💞

I want you to rest 💞🥀

Kiss Thief 💞

Soul Song 💞

Restless Dreams 🥀

Stolen Away 💞

Waiting for You 💞🥀

by @liahaslosthermind

Swarming children and elbows to the face 💞

by @itsphoenix0724

Tickle My Strings 🔥

by @jeannineee

Apology 💞

Umbra et Ventus

Blue and Red Azriel x Cassian x Reader

Stubble 💞

Illyrian Babies Azriel x Cassian x Reader 💞

Closure 🥀🔥

by @violette-hue

Fated 🔥

by @angelshadowsinger

Supposed to Be Together 🥀🔥

Prized Possession 🥀💞

by @callmeblaire

little friends 💞

by @fairydustblossom

tied to you 🥀💞

losing control🥀💞

pre relationship fluff 💞

by @throneofsapphics

up all night Azriel x Reader x Cassian 💞

by @arrantsnowdrop

Starlight 💞

Wrongly Accused 🥀🔥💞

by @clairebear08

Hide and Seek 💞

Betrayal 🥀

by @starlightandsouls

My Angel 💞

Yours To Keep And Cherish 💞

Bookshop Brawls 💞

by @azrielscrown

the secret of seduction 💞🔥

wake me up. 💞

by @glittergelpensblog

Shadow and Song

In the Dark

by @azriels-shadowsinger

brother's best friend 💞

by @xreaderbooks

Two sides 🥀

by @vacant--body

stay with me 🥀🔥

by @whisperingmidnights

We Shall Become Monsters 🌼

by @wishfulwithwine

You Belong With Me 🥀

by @queen--of--shadows

Healing Shadows 🌼

by @ochiolism

winter's frost

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xreaderbooks · 2 years ago

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The Shadows of Our Love |10|

Chapter 10 | In the Shadow of Letters

Pair: Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Summary: You fill Ominis in on what's been going on.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1k

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Chapter 9 - Series Masterlist - Navigation - Chapter 11

Ever since that last encounter, Vaughn wouldn’t stop popping up everywhere. Did you really not notice him this whole time? He walked past you in the halls with a wave or a ‘Hello’, He sat visibly in the Hufflepuff table in the Great Hall almost in your direct eye-line, you saw his blond hair from a mile away in Hogsmeade with his own friends. You were beginning to see him almost as often as you see Sebastian; which is an annoying amount.

Other things you’ve noticed now that you were opening your mind to the world around you and less around your own self-deprecation, Grace and Sebastian. You never noticed the way they were around each other, it wasn’t anything incriminating really, you just saw them have conversations in the common room or on the way to class. Not that it would be incriminating if it were more than that…

There was a certain pang in your chest when you saw them, it had been a while since you felt this particular emotion, it clawed its way into your heart and made you want to tear your skin off. At least you knew you weren’t the only one that was bothered.

Sebastian, for whatever reason, couldn’t stand the idea of you and Vaughn being friends. The Hufflepuff boy was very sweet and he was attentive, likes to carry your books when you're walking together, for example, and has a hand an inch or two behind your back as if he was guiding you or making sure you wouldn’t fall on the staircase.

Though the friendship blossomed out of nowhere, and he seemed to hover, you didn’t mind him.

You pretended not to notice but Sebastian’s eyes lingered whenever you were around Vaughn, just like yours did when he was talking to Grace, you doubted it was for the same reason but it gave you satisfaction in knowing he was still bothered. It made Vaughn's random appearances much more favorable.

You kept up with your wand work in the Undercroft, making very slight progress, convincing yourself that you were perfecting your skills and not failing at everything else.

“Why do you push yourself so hard?” Ominis breaks you out of your thoughts. He was lounging on the couch now facing your way as if he could watch, in some ways, it felt like he was. His power as a legilimens made it feel more intense than as if he was staring with his own two eyes, no matter the promise of him not reading your mind. You thought he was napping like he always appeared to be doing in and between classes.

You confronted him about him not telling Sebastian that you were using the Undercroft, and he told you that it was better if Sebastian didn’t know (he didn’t feel it was necessary for you to know why, which you were still bugged about) but that Sebastian would not be a nuisance.

You wipe the sweat off of your brow and sigh, “If I tell you something, will you swear not to get upset?”

His eyebrows lift suspiciously, “That depends on whether or not it warrants my being upset.”

“Have you heard about the Hamlets and what had been happening as of late?” You ask. He wouldn’t want you to get involved and would tell you to go to the authorities but you had a way with Ominis and perhaps he would help you rather than scold you.

“I assumed it had to with the fall of Ranrok, Loyalists on the loose, and whatnot.”

You prayed to Merlin he would not throw a fit about what you were planning on telling him, “I’ve been tracking down camps in my spare time and I came across a family being attacked by a group that calls themselves ‘Death Reapers’ at least that’s what the woman told me. She also said that they’ve been specifically targeting muggle-born witches and wizards.” You decided not to mention that you’ve been attacked by them before and that you almost died this time around.

His face had gone ghostly pale, more so than usual, he didn’t speak. Pensive. You stepped toward him and the moment you did the clicking of the gears to the Undercroft was heard.

“Who died?” Sebastian hears you shuffle your feet as you move to sit next to Ominis.

You brush off the betrayal at Ominis’ earlier promise about Sebastian, and question the boy who hadn’t spoken, “What is it?”

“Your presence doesn’t appear to be helpful,” Sebastian spoke as he strode over and sat on the other side of his friend.

“Ominis and I were having a discussion that has put him in distress, I’m sure your waltzing in here uninvited-”

“Uninvited?” His brows furrowed in confusion and barked out a laugh, “I’m afraid you're the excluded party here.”

“Neither of you is excluded,” Ominis regained his speech, “I wanted you both here so I wouldn’t have to share the same bit of information twice. Y/n, you have just given me a vital piece that I was missing.”

“So much for no one being excluded, I have no bloody idea what you’re on about,” Sebastian’s eyes were wild with question.

You inhaled proudly, “What was that about my presence?”

“Both of you, stop that,” Ominis chided. “You’re acting like children and I am in no mood to babysit.”

“She started it,” The brunette boy pointed with a glare.

You scoffed and crossed your arms, fully sitting back on the couch, “Well? Tell us then.”

“You’re both aware of my family and the history of their feelings towards muggles…”

“Yes, yes, they want them all to burn in their own hell,” Sebastian said with a dismissiveness that had your eyes shooting toward him offended. It was no secret of the Gaunt’s prejudice, especially not with what Sebastian told you and Ominis himself but you had an uneasy feeling about what Ominis may say.

“If what you’re saying is true about the people attacking the Hamlets, then my family may have some part in it, they’ve recently been sending me owls on how they wish for me to be more involved in their business.”

“What does that mean, exactly?” You sit back up and hold onto Ominis’ hand that was clenched in his lap, giving it a squeeze of encouragement.

“I fear they may have created the Death Reapers.”

~~~

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The Shadows of Our Love |7|

Chapter 7 | In the Shadow of Quidditch

Pair: Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Summary: Sebastian and Y/n have their first conversation

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.3k

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This was impossible. How anyone could do this for a living was beyond you, you thought- staring down at the piece of parchment in your hand that you couldn’t read. You could discern a letter here or there, but nothing that could form a sentence.

Pure regret went through you, how could you be so bold as to sign up for a class that you had absolutely no experience in? Actually, that wasn’t true- last year on your quests and during the trials for the keepers, ancient runes were everywhere. But that wasn’t this. Not at all.

You needed this- just in case- you wanted to know what it meant in the small chance that you might need to in the future. You glared at the Ancient Runes Made Easy book made for third years, that was the earliest year that was allowed to take the class, which mostly all of your friends had.

You tossed the paper aside and slid the chair out from under the table you were sitting on, it made a loud screeching sound that earned you a couple of annoyed looks from other students in the library who were trying hard to study. You slipped the paper into the textbook to mark your page, packing your quill and the book into your bag as you walked out into Central Hall.

When you had looked at the longcase clock in the Library it had read 1:37, you had studied all morning, went to lunch, and finished as fast as you could to study- now you were burnt out. You knew that Quidditch tryouts started at 1, that would be a fine enough distraction, Imelda would surely appreciate it as well.

You floo flamed to the field and walked a bit to the bleachers, there was a slight chill in the air that you were glad you chose to wear your warm pants and grey long-sleeve cropped sweater over your grey shirt and black corset with your brown leather boots.

You spotted Garreth with Poppy and Samantha. Everett was trying out, and so were Leander and Nellie. On the opposite side of the bleachers were Sebastian and Ominis, and a couple of rows above them were Violet and Grace. They were probably there to support Imelda.

“Look who finally made it!” Garreth exclaimed the moment he saw you and Poppy smiled your way, patting the empty spot next to her. You took it, part of you felt a little traitorous at sitting with the enemy, but it beat being around Sebastian who would only ignore you, and Ominis who would play the mediator and you weren’t close with Violet or Grace so sitting with your warm-hearted friends trumped the guilt.

The captains made the players line up and began the warmups, as you watched them you couldn’t believe Imelda wanted you to join in on this type of torture, granted you went through some pretty strenuous activities before, and all that was because you had to do what you had to do. This, on the other hand, she was putting herself through willingly.

You cheered on the sidelines for your roommate, while the others wooed and clapped for whoever else they came here for.

~~~

It was dark by the time teams got picked.

Everett, Nellie, and Imelda stayed behind with Madame Kogawa and the Captains to discuss the rules and such. The rest of you all left, not bothering to stick around to hear logistics.

You, Garreth, and Poppy intertwined your hands and walked up the path to the long bridge, swinging them in sync like triplets.

Poppy gasped, and felt for something around her neck, “I forgot my grandmother's scarf!”

“Go, we’ll wait for you,” You encouraged.

She shook her head, “Go ahead, I won’t be alone.”

“You sure?” Garreth asked her in concern. She nodded and skipped back downhill, weaving past the other student that was coming up. You released Garreth’s hand now that it was just the two of you, you looked upward to the several steps still left to go to the bridge and looked at Garreth with a pleading face.

“Piggyback ride?” He asked for confirmation. You nodded with a wide smile, he positioned himself in front of you, crouching for you. In a swift hop you were on his back, his hands behind your thighs, your arms around his neck. “Not too tight,” He strained.

“Sorry,” You loosened your hold and he began to climb.

With you on his back, it took a little longer than necessary in getting to the bridge, once he officially got to the top he dropped his hand from you.

Exhaling and shaking out his arms, “I’m not one to comment on someone’s weight-”

“Don’t you dare,” you warned.

“That was a workout.”

“One that was needed then,” You crossed your arms and put your weight on your hip. “Otherwise you wouldn’t be complaining.”

He stuck his tongue out at you, and you pushed his face away from you, giggling.

“What a lovely couple they make, don’t you think?” The cheery feminine voice of your roommate, Grace, came up the steps.

You were tripped forward into Garreth by a strong brush of an arm that walked past you and under the shelter of the bridge. You whipped your head to see who the culprit was.

Sebastian responded in his distinct highland accent in a low murmur, “Absolutely adorable.”

“You okay?” Garreth asked his hands on your forearms from steadying you.

You nodded with your jaw clenched, “I’m fine, go on ahead.” You give him a promising smile.

Sebastian seemed to have said the same with Grace and waited a couple of paces ahead of you and Garreth. The redhead ruffled your hair, risking a glare from Sebastian, “Catch you later, Y/n/n.”

“Y/n/n?” Sebastian scoffs at the shortening of your name- the nickname- Garreth got used to calling you.

“Is there a problem?” You cross your arms, standing in front of him, when he didn’t respond you continued, “I shouldn’t think that there is one considering you’ve hardly spoken more than a handful of words to me- you’re only ever rude to me whenever you do.”

His jaw ticks, “You’re right, there is no problem.”

He storms off walking a couple of more meters further in, still not close enough to the courtyard. A few students walk past, and you follow him. “Bullshit, Sebastian. No word from you all summer, save for one measly letter, most all our classes are together and hardly ever cordial. What is going on with you?”

“Perhaps your time with Weasley has muddled your brain, Y/n, we don’t have to talk all the time. I don’t have to talk to you,” He seethed.

“Talking is what friends do!”

“What gave you the impression that we are friends?” The tone, his words- they hit you like a punch.

You took a step back, “What?”

“Let me put this to you plainly, since it’s obvious your mind is not up to par, I mean you can barely block a non-verbal,” He breathed out a chuckle. “We are not friends.”

Your features hardened, “Last year never happened then? What you said to me, the letter you wrote. That was it then? I was just a tool for you to use so that you can save Anne and cast aside when you were done.”

He flinched when you spoke her name but didn’t say anything else as he stared into your soul, devoid of any emotion you can decipher.

“Answer me!” You shouted, close to tears, and you refused to let them out. You refused to show him that he hurt you.

“Yes, you were.” He took half a step close, his head down, “I am only sorry for not being candid with you the moment I was done. I thought it would be easier if I told you what I thought you wanted to hear.”

Thought it would be easier. What you wanted to hear.

There was your answer, “Have a nice life, Sebastian.”

You hold it together as you walked the opposite way from the castle, going deep into the forest, the only way you knew how to let everything out.

~~~

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