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mindyourstars · 1 year

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JE TE LAISSERAI DES MOTS (SEBASTIAN SALLOW X FEM!READER)

Takes place after reader's 5th year. Spoilers for Hogwarts Legacy mentioned! Includes fluff. Lots of fluff. Word Count: 2.3K ****************************************************

You had spent another day attending classes in Hogwarts with your mind only half paying attention to each lesson. It was relatively hard to focus when your closest and dearest friend, Sebastian Sallow, kept slipping you notes in classes with small little inside jokes and teasing remarks. It had been something that happened all day! Herbology, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and now Potions class. Each note you received was Sebastian’s attempt to make you smile. He wouldn’t admit it, but he loved when you smiled. Everyone with eyes could see it, except you.

You saw a hand slide a small piece of parchment that was folded over two or three times. You discreetly unfolded it, reading the message in Sebastian’s familiar messy scrawl.

Professor Sharp is looking rather vexed at Garreth’s latest concoction. I wonder how long until he blows something else to bits.

You had to shoot Sebastian a warning look as your lips twitched at the corners to reveal a subtle smile. It was no secret that Garreth was trying to create… something. He had recruited you to assist him quite a few times, but to no avail. You were going to reply when at the table over you heard loud bubbling followed by an even louder ‘BANG’. It would have surprised everyone in the course, but it had happened so many times the bang was followed by a collective groan. Everyone knowingly glanced at Garreth who was sheepishly standing in front of his newest failed experiment.

Garreth’s mouth opened in an attempt to explain, but he was interrupted by the smoke that began to encapsulate the class, causing Professor Sharp to run his hands over his already tired expression.

“I suppose it goes without saying that there will be quite a hefty number of points taken from Gryffindor.” His tone was as pointed as his gaze, causing Sebastian to glance at you with a teasing smirk. This in return caused you to giggle.

“Finding something funny, Miss (L/N)?” Your smile quickly melted into a cool expression as you shook your head no.

“No professor Sharp, I sincerely apologize.” You spoke as calmly as you could and watched as the professor’s gaze lingered with yours for a moment before he shrugged.

“Let this be a warning to this whole class that we must take this course seriously! Class dismissed.”

You gathered your things and made way to the exit, waiting outside of the doorway against the wall for Sebastian to join you. After quite a bit of students shoveled out, Sebastian along with Ominis joined you by the wall.

“I have a sneaking suspicion that the reason you began to laugh was due to Sebastian.” Ominis uttered with no hesitation, his mouth turned up into a teasing smirk.

“Well, you DO know that I am quite the charmer, Ominis. It’s a talent not many possess.” He replied with a confident demeanor and a waggle of his brows.

You giggled again, hugging your potions textbook tightly against your chest as the three of you collectively began to walk the corridors back to the Slytherin common room.

“It was a pity laugh.” You teased, standing between the two boys who easily had their height over you. “I will say I am very much enjoying the weekly explosion that cuts class short.”

Sebastian nodded in agreement along with Ominis as the three of you turned another corner towards the moving staircases.

“It’s become a lovely little tradition.” Sebastian agreed with a chuckle causing you to smile at the sound.

Sebastian and you had been very close since you arrived at Hogwarts last year. He had gone through quite a lot since everything that happened between his sister Anne and his uncle Solomon. Ominis struggled to forgive Sebastian as well, but together the three of you slowly moved on with each passing day.

“Well, I have to go work on some homework for Divination, so the two of you do not get into too much trouble.” Ominis’ head turned in Sebastian’s direction for just a moment, causing Sebastian’s smile to falter ever so slightly.

Before Sebastian could say anything in response, you cut in with a chipper tone.

“Ominis! You know that he’s in great hands with me.” You said with a bright grin, your tone matching the demeanor.

As a result, you could see Ominis’ shoulders relax.

“Alright, I will speak with you both later.” The Gaunt boy stated with a nod before he began to trudge down towards the common room.

You waited a beat before turning to Sebastian, looking up at him since he had grown a bit taller over the break between fifth and sixth year. He had his arms crossed over his chest, his familiar expression bracing his face. Sebastian did his best to try and be his old self, but with the loss of Anne a bit of him always lacked a spark that you used to remember. The boy who challenged you in Defense Against the Dark Arts had very much built a cautious air around him, but with you? He attempted extra to make sure that the two of you remained comfortable.

In that moment, Sebastian began to tap his fingers while they remained crossed with his gaze keeping firm on you. It caused you to straighten your posture as you questioned what was crossing the Sallow boy’s mind.

“Why are you staring at me that way?” You asked with a nervous chuckle escaping your blush lips.

Sebastian grinned slightly and shook his head as he shrugged his shoulders.

“I was just thinking about how you and I haven’t practiced for crossed wands in the Undercroft in quite some time. We have a free afternoon… Care to join me?” He asked with a teasing grin.

The invite honestly surprised you. Sebastian avoided Crossed Wands for most of your sixth year. His tenacity to win seemed to scare him ever since the situation with his Uncle Solomon. His invite made you smile even brighter than before. It excited you that Sebastian was opening himself up to a hobby he used to once adore.

“Of course, Sebastian! I am very ready to absolutely wipe the floor with you.” You teased, shoving him playfully.

He feigned shock at your shove and shoved you back gently. It brought him more comfort in seeing the joy that came from your reaction. Sebastian had been tight-lipped about how he had been feeling with everything happening, but he wanted to love magic again. Magic didn’t have to be so dark. Ominis constantly reminded him of that.

“I would love to see you try, (Y/N).” He chuckled, but before he could continue to speak you began to rush down the hall towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts tower, your laughter echoing through the halls like a sweet melody.

“Race you there!” You called back behind you, your eyes now full of delight.

Sebastian didn’t hesitate as he began to swerve between students to attempt to catch up with you. Both of you felt your boots push roughly against the Hogwarts floors as you both playfully sabotaged each other to victory. After quite some time, you were the one to reach the Undercroft entrance, causing Sebastian to breathlessly come to a halt and shake his head.

“That is… unfair. You… cheated.” He told you, but you shrugged your shoulders as your own chest heaved in attempt to catch your breath.

“I simply am better than you!” You teased back, opening the entrance to the Undercroft as the two of you sauntered inside.

“Oh hush.” He quipped in return, removing his wand from the inside of his robe. “You definitely won’t win in our battle.” He teased, taking his place 10 paces from you.

“Is that a challenge, Sallow?” You scoffed, taking your own wand in your hands, your eyebrows raising in peaked curiosity. You were quite fond of the challenge. It was nice to have a bit of the old Sebastian fully realized in front of you, but you couldn’t help but wonder if this was all an act. So, you made a mental note to go a bit easy on him at first.

“Expelliarmus.” He stated as your wand flew from your hand. You gasped at the immediate start and Sebastian smirked sinisterly at you. “It’s very much a challenge, (L/N).” He teased, grabbing your wand and moving to hand it back to you.

You grabbed it in your hands quickly and the two of you resumed in your places. With a beat of silence, the room exploded in different swirls of magic surrounding the two of you. Spells were being yelled as the two of you were being flung and dragged towards one another.

“Accio!” Sebastian yelled as you were thrusted forward towards him, his grin prominent on his face as he picked your wand from your hand and shrugged.

“Guess I win, (Y/N). Not bad for a hiatus.” He stated, causing you to smile and nod in response.

“Not bad Sebastian, not bad.” You said as you tried to grab your wand from him, but he raised his hand above his head with a tight grip to make it a challenge for you to grab it.

“Uh-uh! Not so easy.” He teased which caused you to scoff. You raised your hands to try and grab your wand, but he maneuvered it around, so it was always just out of your reach.

You grumbled and began to hp up to try and grab it, but after your third hop you landed incorrectly and the two of you came tumbling down. The way you landed, both wands had been flung across the stone floor with small clatter sounds, and you were on top of Sebastian as he had broken your fall. The two of you burst out into laughs, but once your gazes met something… happened. You felt heat rise to your face as a blush began to make itself present ad Sebastian had the same thing happen. His ears began to turn a deep scarlet as his freckled cheeks began to be covered by the blush that was taking over his whole face.

You coughed to break the tension and moved to sit beside him on the stone ground. Sebastian clambered himself up using his elbows to also sit up beside you. You glanced over at him and smiled, laying your head on his shoulder.

“Sebastian?” You asked, your voice going from the teasing challenging tone to a much softer one.

“Yes, (Y/N)?” He asked, his brown eyes moving to look at you on his shoulder. He was attempting to play it off, but his confidence faltered with each touch you gave him.

“I’m glad you did this. I’m glad you’re having fun with magic again.” You admitted, moving your head on his shoulder to meet his gaze.

Your faces were awfully close to one another. You could clearly smell the intoxicating scent of oak emanating from Sebastian’s robe. It was an intoxicating aroma. Sebastian’s eyes softened at your admission. He released an exhale, wrapping an arm around you to pull you closer.

“I couldn’t have done it without you… and Ominis.” He stated, causing a soft giggle to escape your lips. “I almost lost myself last year. I didn’t heed you or Ominis’ warnings and as a result I did something that I will live with the rest of my life.” He admitted, causing you to frown.

It wasn’t the greatest memory. Sebastian’s anger during that period of your friendship was concerning. His drive to save Anne had consumed him to a deadly degree. He began to grow desperate, and it was the type of desperation that drove a person mad.

“But you can get through it. You have your friends.” You comforted, but the word ‘friends’ caused a shocking reaction from Sebastian.

What you assumed would bring him comfort, brought a frown to his face. You pulled yourself from Sebastian’s grasp and glanced at him with concern.

“What did I say?” You asked, causing Sebastian to shake his head.

“Well... since we’re on the topic of confessions.” He began, his eyes darting towards the stone to avoid looking at you.

It caused you to worry. Did Sebastian not want to be your friend any further? Had something happened? You placed a hand on his cheek to make him look at you.

“Sebastian. What’s wrong? You could tell me.” You assured, his gaze meeting yours.

Before you could say something else, his lips crashed into yours. Your hand remained on his soft cheek, and there was no hesitation in your reciprocation. His lips were soft and tasted of a sweet honey, causing your mind to go dizzy. When he pulled away, you let out a chuckle.

“Oh.” You said, your face turned into a bright smile.

“Oh? That’s all you have to say?” He exclaimed in shock. “You’re so hard to decipher, (Y/N), I just bloody kissed you.” He added.

“Sebastian, you’re being foolish.” You said in a kind tone. “I kissed you back, didn’t I?” You asked.

It took a moment, maybe even two, for Sebastian to piece together what happened; but once he understood his shoulders relaxed. He suddenly went from a look of confusion to a sheer look of glee. This caused you to grin back and kiss him once more. He paused the kiss and reached into his robe.

“What’s wrong?” You asked further, your body practically shaking with content.

“You know how I was writing you notes all day?” He asked, causing you to nod in response. “Well… this was the first one I wrote. I was too scared to pass it along.”

You grabbed the parchment, causing you to raise a brow as you unfolded it once. Then twice. Then a third time. Finally, Sebastian’s messy scrawl revealed itself. The words caused your smile to grow even wider (if that was even possible).

Is it possible that I could be more in love with you?

This caused you to bring the parchment to your chest before leaning your head on him once more.

“I think I’m going to love it this year.” You murmured.

“Yes,” He replied, his head resting on yours. “Me too.”

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des111ree · 1 year

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·˚ ༘"Just Wanted To" // OMINIS GAUNT -------------------------------

Pairings: ominis gaunt x f!reader

Promt: " 'how many men have you kissed?' - 'very few.' - 'but you offered me a kiss, why?' - 'such a foolish reason, i'm afraid. i just.. wanted to kiss you.' "

A/N: this is just a lil sappyish fluff w ominis.. I’m publishing this half-assed as hell because I haven’t posted in weeks and just wanted to give SOMETHING. I’ve not been in a writing mood I have so many half finished drafts rn that imma be getting to soon. This is a very rushed lil one shot I was really just desperate to get something small out there so I apologize if this one don’t do it for y’all smh I swear my writing can be better and IT WILL BE !!!

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Sebastian had left only a few minutes ago, I and Ominis sat against the cold wall of the undercroft in silence.

It isn’t awkward. It’s nice. It’s comforting. Though, being in Ominis’ presence was always comforting, regardless.

“Hey, Ominis.” I speak up, missing the voice of him. How he always sounded so lovely and graceful, regardless the words escaping his mouth.

“Hey, y/n.” He responds shortly after, causing me to turn my face toward him, examining his state.

His face was straight and emotionless, but I could see the exhaust behind his eyes. He wasn’t wearing his robe anymore, and his suit jacket was rolled up a bit, along with his white undershirt.

He had just barely finished studying in here a while before Sebastian had left. He started last night nonstop, the circles in his eyes proving his little to no sleep. Always in a book, he is. Though this years more intense, for the N.E.W.T.S coming up.

I move my hands on the floor of both sides of my hips, then lifting my bottom up slightly as I scoot in front of him.

He has one leg up, his knee to his chest, the other out lazily in front of him. His arm was resting on his knee as he attempted to keep himself awake and mind less foggy.

I stop myself in front of him, sitting criss-crossed. “Have you ever fancied anyone, Ominis?” The thoughts been in my mind as of lately, attempting to imagine Ominis being a romantic. Truthfully, the thought causes my stomach to flip.

I look at his face, him turning his head to the side in thought. “That I would not be able to give a simple answer to.” He responds, his eyes seemingly reverting down. I hum in response, having him add onto his answer.

“It’s different for me. Not simply for I’m blind, but because I’m frankly unsure of it.”

“Is that so?” I respond in a question, and he moves his face toward my voice. “I mean.. I’ve gotten flustered over some remarks my way from women, but I’ve never felt my feelings linger, and especially not for anyone specific. So no, not exactly.”

I smile softly. I love hearing of Ominis‘s personal feelings and or thoughts, for he isn’t very open toward them. Though it is late at night, and we’re tired, alone. Now’s some of the only times he’ll talk much about himself, unless it’s absolutely necessary.

I’m so, so interested in Ominis and his thoughts. Everything of him, and what goes on in his mind.

“Well, I know girls have had their fair share of fancies on you. What’s that like?”

“Oh, please. Don’t act like you don’t know what it’s like to be fancied.” He scoffs, rolling his eyes and looking away again.

I smile toward his words, looking down as I scoff a small giggle.

“Fine, next question then.” I look up at him and see a lazy smile plastered over his face as well, looking down and slowly fiddling with his fingers. I part my legs and scoot closer into him, my legs on either side of his one which is up, wrapping my arms around his calf.

“How about… Have you ever been kissed by a girl before?” My smile is clear through my tone, questioning him as though we are teenage girls giggling and gossiping in the dorm alone on a late night.

I bite the bottom of my lip, concealing my rather broad smile, attempting not to giggle. I don’t know what it is but I’m filled with joy speaking to him of such personal matters, knowing he’s not uncomfortable from it. Ominis isn’t afraid to brush people off when he is, so he would’ve said something by now if he was.

“I have not.”

I hum. “By a man?” I tease, and his eyes slightly broaden, looking toward my direction then back down at the ground in a flush. He slightly stammers, unaware of how to respond to that. I merely giggle in response, causing him to exhale. “I’ve not once been snogged.” He finds his words, but the thoughts in his head make it clear on his face, so I stay silent in case he decides to add onto his response. Which he does.

“Many wish to, you know?”

“Many men?”

His face shoots my way again, my smile growing larger.

“People.�� He responds sternly, yet also in a teasing matter. I let out a giggle as he continues.

“They presume it’d be something of which gains them admiration, as if I’m some sort of toy, a rare object. Kiss the blind boy and you’ll favor top admired.” His sarcastic sentence trails off due to his yawn, shaking his head slowly.

“They’re entirely focusing on the wrong things of which you possess.”

“Apparently, I’ve no other interesting traits.” He scoffs, as I do in return.

“You can’t believe such things??” I respond in disbelief, causing him to avert himself toward my direction again.

“I could go on forever of everything you possess charming.”

“Charming?”

I hum again in response, then leaning forward and resting my cheek on his knee, my arms still wrapped around his calf.

There’s silence. We’re both clearly in thought.

“Never kissed, huh?” I return to our past conversation, but my mind is still on the fact he doesn’t believe he could genuinely be liked. I like him. I more than like him.

He shakes his head. “Emphasis on ‘never’ .”

I stare in silence, thinking of how lovely it would be to kiss Ominis… Causing bad, bad moves.

“Could I kiss you?” I blurt out, not entirely thinking through my words.. Yet entirely at the same time.

After a small pause, I lift my head up to examine his face in a slight panic. His face is stained red, a rather panicked expression on as well. I gnaw at the bottom of my lip in anticipation.

“Though, It’d be hard not to brag about it.” I fill the silence, referring back to our past conversation. “Just not for the reasons you’d think.” I rest my chin on his knee as I speak, looking up at his face in admiration. I can lightly feel his breath barely touch my face, and I just smile. I love being able to admire every inch of his features, every curve and every mole. He was perfect. I want to count every speckle on his face with my lips. With a kiss.

“How many men have you kissed?” He asks after the silence, not looking toward me. I inhale deeply as I look up in thought. I sigh as I answer. “Very few.”

“As few as I?” He teases, but his tone is serious. I hum again in response, him taking it as a yes.

“But-.. You offered me a kiss.. Why?” He genuinely asks, his face then turning toward mine. His eyebrows are very slightly curved, his eyes big and pure. My heart skips a few beats, forcing myself a nervous blink.

I inhale deeply, lifting my chin off of his knee. “Hmm.” I start, fiddling with the hem of his pants. I don’t look up at him. I’m aware he can’t see me, but it’s embarrassing saying it to his face either way.

“Such a foolish reason, I’m afraid.” I sigh. “I just,” I shrug before continuing, nerves rising. “-wanted to kiss you.”

I stammer, attempting to get the word ‘wanted’ out. This was so terrifying simply for the way I was afraid this is a conversation we were not tired enough to forget and get over. I can now only hope this doesn’t jeopardize our friendship.

My heart rate speeds, noticing his chest beating harder, indicating his breath had gotten heavier. His face was purely blushed out, the point of his ears as red as his cheeks. I watch his face in continuous awe. “You’re perfect.” I say, almost breathlessly, the beauty of his face robbing me of my breath. I frankly don’t know when to stop.

I clear my throat, adding onto what I said, feeling it sounded awkward alone. “Who wouldn’t want to kiss you.” I say so quietly in an awkward chuckle it’s almost a mumble, as if it were strictly for my own ears, but the raise of his eyebrows and deep exhale from his mouth shows he certainly heard me.

It’s quiet.

I merely let the time pass, sitting in this agonizing silence.

“I think I am sure of it.” He says randomly, making my eyebrows thread in thought, unsure what he’s referring to.

“I’m sure I’ve fancied someone now.” He continues, and now I understand.

“Ooo, let’s get you a cake.” I smile, teasing him. He smiles a scoff, shaking his head.

It goes silent as we both gather our thoughts.

“I meant it, you know.” I let out, feeling as though it’s time he about knew my thoughts. Possibly if all goes wrong in this conversation we could just forget about it. Maybe I’ll say I’ve been sneaking a few swigs of a flask the past few hours.

“Good, some cake sounds nice.” He jokes, thinking I was too. He’s unaware of what part I was referring to.

I giggle once with my throat, shaking my head. “No, Ominis.” My smile is clearly in my tone, not leaving my face either. I straighten my back out and continue messing with the hem of his pants.

“I meant it.”

The silence is there, but doesn’t last long enough to make it awkward. He was simply in thought.

“Care to specify?” He says almost hesitantly, as if he knew exactly what I was rambling on about, just wanted to hear it from me for clarification.

“Hm.” I scoff with a smile. “I really, truly think you’re beautiful-“

“Beautiful, was it?” He budges in, causing me to snort, the same smile on my face, just broadening.

“Perfect.” I correct, gazing up into his gorgeous pale eyes.

His teaseful smile fades, but not sadly.

“Truly perfect.” I add on slightly breathless, admiring his face yet again. I really can’t get enough.

He avoids my direction, looking down and to the side, seeming as though he’s fighting away swarming thoughts and attempting to slow his heart rate or breathing.

“And I really do want to kiss you,” I finish, quitting moving my fingers along his pant hem.

I rest them there for a moment, weakening my grip along his pants which causes my hand to fall and graze just above his ankle. My hand is softly rested around his leg as if holding it, but not in the weird way you’d imagine.

My other hand grasps his sock gently, no tight grips enlisted. Just soft, subtly and friendly touches. Friendly?? Maybe.

I scoot myself more toward his leg, the side of his foot stopping me from being able to scoot anymore into him, the both of my legs still around each side of his right one.

His head softly turns toward me at the skin to skin contact of one of my hands just above his sock. He looks worried yet not at all. A kind of nervous and innocence over his face.

“Say something.” I whisper in an almost plead, the unbearing silence making it harder to sit in.

“I’m trying.” He responds lowly, the cat still ahold of his tongue.

I make a noise, almost a sort of whimper, as I drop my hands away from his ankle. I lean forward toward him a bit, slowly and very hesitantly bringing my hand up to his head. I brush a singular dangling hair from in front of his face, him lifting his head up a bit more toward the touch.

My eyes struggle between watching his eyes or his lips, or, frankly any and all of his features, driving me to lean my face in more. My fingers completely brush past his hair, but my hand continues slowly to the side of his head the closer I lean in.

“But I’ve never-“ he begins to slightly panic, stammering in a small whisper.

“Me neither.” I cut him off in a shared whisper, now close enough to feel his breath beginning to meet and graze across my mouth.

“I thought-“ he starts, and I bring my hand over his, softly guiding it up to my face so he knows where I am. I interrupt him again. I interrupt him with a hard press of my lips against his, which he doesn’t wait long to return. I slip my hand off of his, him keeping his on my cheek, his fingers parted between my ear.

The kiss was slow and short at first, us both slightly backing away to catch our breath. Our foreheads still touch, and his hand is slowly making its way to the back of my head. My hand is now rested on the back side of his neck.

Though before either of us got the chance to speak up or breathe enough to refill our lungs completely, he quickly leans into my face and kisses me this time, it being harder and more passionate than before.

I make a noise, a muffled hum, into this kiss due to the unexpected aggression, instantly kissing him back. My lips curl into a smile as his are still pressed against mine, us deepening the kiss a tad.

I giggle, it then causing us to break apart. My heart is beating at the speed of light, my cheeks rather burned up. Giggles bubble in my chest, my attempt to controlling them being unsuccessful.

“What’s so funny?” He asks, but not seriously. His lips attempts to hide back his smile, but he can’t fight that either.

“Nothing, I’m just happy.” I giggle again, then bringing both my hands to cup his face and kiss his nose.

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