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One Year Later

To celebrate the first anniversary of the release of Hogwarts Legacy on the 10th February, a group of us on Discord decided to create fan work with the theme of One Year Later.

Sebastian Sallow x F!MC

Tags: NSFW, angst, depression, fluff, smut

7.5k words.

Just before returning to Hogwarts for 6th year, MC decides to pay a visit to the boy who opened her eyes to the darkness and fire of magic.

Darkness had fallen over the Highlands, the faintest strip of colour still clinging to the horizon as MC glided across the countryside on her broom. The late August air still held a lingering warmth, the breeze pleasant against her cheeks as she dipped lower, aiming for the cosy lights of the little hamlet spread out below.

There was a charm to Feldrcroft. Quaint cottages and beautiful scenery combined with the small community of magical folk made for a warm and pleasant feel. However, MC had memories of this place that still made her spine tingle with apprehension. She felt the tightness of anxiety claiming her chest as her booted feet touched down to the ground, the trees and grass that still had their lush, green foliage looked dark and hulking in the swallowing night.

With her gaze fixed on one cottage in particular, she wondered if the occupant would be pleased to see her. She had not forewarned him, no letter or laid plans to come and see him. She had not thought to arrange it, thinking he wouldn't want her nearby to remind him of events that took place last spring. The time apart over summer break had been the space needed to try and come to terms with it all, but she had come to realise that she had missed him.

She missed the boy who had urged her feet onto a path that had been dubiously dark but utterly thrilling. She had not looked for such things, and yet they had to come to her. Pain and suffering had come with it, secrets and darkness that still plagued her. But at the end of it all, she had found people who shared magical abilities. Her people. This was where she belonged.

The pull of Sebastian Sallow had not weakened since parting ways with him at the end of fifth year. Despite everything, she was unable to forget him. His smile, his eyes, the way he would tease her, his intelligence, and yes, his darkness. If anything, it was the troubled streak that split through him that lured her in the most. There was a thrill about it, a curiosity. It kept her on the edge, but it had kept her alive, too. If she was truly honest about it, she had a dark and troubled streak of her own, and it recognised his, called to it even. A kindred spirit as he had once put it.

So, here she was, standing outside of his small, country home with her palm pressed against the aged wood of his door with her heart in her mouth. Thoughts raced through her head, tumbling together to heighten the tension in her chest. Would he shut the door in her face? Would he push her away, hating the reminder that her face would bring to him? Maybe he wasn't alone inside there, and she would be intruding. The thought made her stomach twist with something cold and slippery.

She didn't turn away, though. It's better now than on September 1st when school was back in. She wanted to see his face. She needed to know how it would be when face to face with him, without the distraction of everyone else.

Foolish or brave, she lifted her hand from the door, made a fist, and rapped firmly. The knock sounded loud and final in the quiet dark. Her feet twitched in her boots, tingling with the sudden urge to flee. He won't want her here. This was a mistake.

The seconds stretched as she stared at the door, fixated on the grain in the wood as her ears strained for the sound of movement behind it. She swallowed, clenching and unclenching her hands until the sound of the latch came. The door opened a crack, and the shadow of a figure appeared against a warm, low light.

Brown eyes peered curiously through the gap, a tumble of wild brunette locks framing a freckled face that had lost its roundness in their two months apart. His cheekbones were more prominent, shadows had darkened under his eyes, and there was a grim set to his jaw that made him look harder, older.

His hand gripped his wand, aiming it subtly through the gap as his gaze took her in, his mouth parting softly in surprise as his eyebrows lifted. “MC.”

“Hello, Sebastian,” she said, managing a nervous smile.

His gaze darted behind her, scanning the hamlet quickly before he returned his eyes to her, adjusting his wand slightly. He was on edge, and she was quick to reassure him.

“It's just me,” she said, holding up a hand. “I… I thought I would surprise you. A little visit before school begins again, but I can leave if you would prefer that. I don't want to intrude.”

He lowered his wand, eyes still a little wary as he opened the door a bit wider. His dark blue shirt was open at the throat, and the sleeves rolled back. He wore no waistcoat, but braces held up his dark trousers, his shoulders broad, and his hips slim. Her eyes devoured the sight of him, catching up on missed time as he pushed a hand through his messy locks and stepped back, pushing the door fully open before gesturing for her to step inside.

“Not at all, please, come on in,” he said. His gaze also took her in from head to toe, his eyes almost disbelieving as he moved to close the door behind her. “You will have to excuse the mess, I'm afraid. I was not expecting company.”

She smiled, her eyes taking in the untidy cottage quickly, noting the cosy fire and huge pile of books stacked haphazardly by the chair.

“I probably should have sent an owl first,” she said, fiddling with the cuffs of her jacket. “I'm sorry. It was an impulsive idea to come.”

“But a welcome one,” he said softly.

Their eyes met, his lips curving softly as warmth slowly entered his eyes. He looked tired, the boyish look of him long gone, torn away by hardships that nobody should have to endure. But, he looked like he had been eating, his clothes were clean. He had not fallen into a pit of darkness as Ominis had feared.

Sebastian's eyes, now filled with warmth as he looked upon her, were no longer wary, sparkling with that special something that kept her at his side. It was him, still in there, no sign of any eerie glow of forbidden magic, none of the madness or fury that haunted her secret memories. Just Sebastian.

“It's good to see you,” she whispered.

His gaze dipped, shadows flitting across his face as pink coloured his cheeks. He fussed with his hair again and cleared his throat.

“Let me get you something to drink. I have tea if you would like?” He moved towards the kitchen area, looking for clean cups.

“Tea sounds perfect,” she said.

….*....

The sound of his own laughter filled his ears, a sound that had become unfamiliar lately, and yet he welcomed it as he gazed across at the girl sitting cross-legged on the rug before his fire. Strands of her hair had slipped from her braid, framing a face that had haunted his thoughts all summer long.

Fear as chilling as mountain ice had lingered as he imagined her not being able to bear the sight of him. Despite her hug at the end of last term, her goodbye that had stayed with him for days afterwards, he had been convinced that time apart would lead her to abandon him. As the weeks of summer break had passed, he had convinced himself that he had chased her away, that she would glare coldly at him across the classroom when they returned, or worse, she would ignore him completely.

After all, he was a murderer. He had tempted her into darker and more dangerous acts, led her astray, and shamefully coveted her power for his own selfish wants. Who would want to stay near someone like that?

Even now, sitting here with her in his own home, her laughter warming that ice from the back of his neck, her eyes pulling at him like gravity that kept him grounded on the wooden floorboards. Even now, he could scarcely believe that she had turned up here. Uninvited, but so very welcome.

They had not mentioned any of the terrible darkness that had torn through them in the spring. She was chatting about lighter things, funny stories, and urging him to smile and laugh with an ease that was stealing his breath.

He had not realised just how lonely this summer had been until now. How he craved this interaction and connection. He could not stop staring at her, and his cheeks flamed whenever she caught his gaze lingering too long. He could not be inappropriate and chase her away. Not now that she was here and smiling at him.

A glance at the clock revealed the hours slipping towards lateness. Soon, she would be gone. He counted himself lucky she was still here at all, flicking through the pages of a book as they discussed what might be in store this school year. He didn't want her to go. He had a feeling this new and welcome warmth would leave with her.

Going back to Hogwarts tugged at the anxiety in his chest. Another year started with no Anne by his side, his friendship with Ominis strained and distant, his heart almost hollow and shadowed at the thought of being always alone. Dare he hope that MC would remain at his side. Was he asking too much of her again?

Lost in his thoughts, he jumped when he felt her hand on the exposed skin of his forearm, her fingertips grazing softly over the hairs there. He almost shivered under the touch. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt the touch of another person, and he stared at the delicate shape of her hand.

“Hey, it will be alright, you know,” she said softly. “We will be alright.”

Slowly, he lifted his eyes to hers, fearing what he would find in their depths as the shadow of memories began to cluster at the edges of his mind. She was trying to hide her own pain, but he could see it. How could he not when he had shared so much of it? Been the cause of some of it?

“I am so sorry,” he said, shaking his head. His throat tightened, and the backs of his eyes burned. “How do you not hate me?”

Her eyes widened, and she shifted closer towards him on the rug, her hand lifting to grasp his shoulder. “I don't hate you, Sebastian. Not at all.”

It was hard to hold her gaze. Such beauty and warmth radiated from her face it made him dip his head, his own eyelids closing as staggering memory began to invade. Those lovely eyes had shone with horror, lit with the flash of spells cast to inflict pain and injury. She had watched him bring down his own uncle, murder a member of his own family in a whirlwind of rage and frustration that replayed over and over in his dreams, taunting him. His evil tendencies could have gotten her killed, too. The very thought made him shudder right there beside the fire.

Shame coloured his cheeks, his flesh burning with it as guilt clawed at his insides.

She should go. She deserved better. What kind of friend was he to her? The worst kind, that's what.

“I wouldn't blame you if you did,” he rasped, pushing his hand through his hair, his fingers gripping at the tumbled strands. “I've done some terrible things.”

“As have I,” she said firmly. Her hand cupped his jaw, and he met her gaze, her fingers cool against his flushed skin. He swallowed hard. Her face was so close, so close it made his heart thunder. “We both did awful things, and it's impossible to change that now. But, we also did good things. We helped people, too. And we kept each other alive when it came down to it. You kept me alive with your tutoring and help. I could never regret that, Sebastian. I wouldn't be here if I did.”

He stared at her, licking his lips and blinking as a tear slipped free from the corner of his eye. “Why did you come?”

Her eyes, glittering with unshed tears of her own, were deep pools of warmth. He thought he could lose himself and drown in her eyes. He had found them fascinating from day one, felt such a thrill when they would seek him out across the classroom. He couldn't help but stare into them now, wanting to believe with his whole soul that she wasn't going to leave him.

“I missed you,” she whispered, her thumb sliding against the skin of his cheek. She blushed, blinking back her tears. “I wanted to see you before returning to school. Before everything, and everyone became a distraction. Nobody else will ever understand what happened, only you. I just… I needed to see you, I needed to know that you were alright, that we were alright. Does that make sense?”

He nodded. “I missed you, too.”

Her arms encased him, and he found himself held against her, his face pressed against her chest as her chin came to rest on the top of his head. Her scent filled his nose, soft floral elements and apples, and he inhaled deeply, his mind spinning as her hands slid through his hair and down his back. He shivered, closing his eyes against the ache of tears.

“It will be alright,” she whispered again.

He couldn't stop it. It was like a dam being released. Scalding tears leaked from his eyes and slid wildly down his cheeks, soaking into the softness of her blouse and darkening the fabric. He sucked in a stuttering breath, his fingers clutching at her blouse against her back and wincing as a hoarse sob escaped his mouth.

“Fuck,” he said, his voice thick and strangled as he thought to pull away, but her arms only held him tighter.

She was so temptingly soft, so warm, and yet the solidity of her body held against his felt like a life raft in a tossing sea. The fight seeped from him as her warmth began to spread through him. He shamelessly clung to her as sob after sob tore from his throat, and his tears soaked her blouse. She soothed him, held him, her hands gently roaming over him in a touch that he could feel deep in his bones.

How was he ever going to be able to release his grip on her? To let go would be like being cast adrift. It was terrifying, and he thought he might never be able to breathe properly ever again. He wanted her to stay right here and never leave. No, he needed her to stay.

“I will, don't worry. I can stay as long as you need,” she said, stroking his hair with gentle fingers.

Had he said that out loud?

He stilled, fighting to get control of his emotions as her words slowly began to sink through his mind. He swiped a hand over his face and lifted his head to look at her. He saw the flicker of pain, her sadness, and a flash of pity as she stared at him. He must look like an awful sight, red eyed and pathetic, a sad little boy.

Her fingers ghosted over his face, gently wiping away his tears. His skin craved her touch, and he yearned for it, already missing the warmth of her chest against his face where her heart had thudded so reassuringly near his ear.

“You'll really stay?” His voice was raw and utterly vulnerable, and he felt so very exposed.

There was no judgement in her eyes as she nodded. “Of course.”

….*....

It was quiet. So very quiet. The soft sounds of Sebastian's sleeping breaths on the other side of the curtain should have soothed her, but she lay on her back and stared up through the darkness waiting for sleep to come and claim her.

He had made up the bed with clean sheets, his eyes drawn to her constantly as he gave her a shirt to sleep in and tidied up before bed, almost as though he feared she would disappear. Her blouse hung on the dressing screen, the fabric soaked from his tears. Oh, how her heart had broken to hear him like that, the sharp pull of his grip on her clothes revealing the pain he held tight within himself.

Her own torment had risen up and stuck in her throat as she had comforted him.

She should have come sooner. She shouldn't have left him alone so long.

The strange creaks and groans of an unfamiliar house had her wide awake, her thoughts spinning over the last year. She turned her head towards the faded curtain that separated her from Sebastian and realised that in a few days, she would have known him a full year.

Her life had changed since last September.

From a well-behaved, decent girl to an ancient magic wielding witch who could deliver death with a flick of her wrist. Here she was, laying in a bed wearing nothing but a man's shirt and her underwear, that same man sleeping in the next bed over with nothing but a flimsy curtain to separate them. Unchaperoned and barely dressed, she thought of the expanse of Sebastian's naked back she had glimpsed when he had readied for bed. He had freckles everywhere, the sight of his shifting muscles bringing a rising heat to her skin as she had skipped her eyes guiltily away.

The matron of the children's home would have taken the belt to her legs for daring to be so brazen, and yet she stared at the curtain beside her and wished that she could see through it.

Blushing furiously at the thought of Sebastian's bare skin, she turned in the bed to face the stone wall, her breaths quick and uneven as a fierce ache gathered between her thighs. She squirmed and closed her eyes, trying to think of anything else but him, but his scent was everywhere, and she could still remember the hard heat of his body as she had held him earlier on.

Fighting the fire in her blood and the dark memories in her head, she fell into a fitful sleep, tossing and turning until she was twisted in the sheets.

Movement woke her, and she blinked against morning sunlight streaming around the thin curtain, taking a moment to remember where she was. Her hair was tumbled about her face, and she reached to brush strands aside, her heart leaping behind her ribs as Sebastian peered around the curtain with a cheeky smile.

“Good morning, sleepy head,” he said, his eyes drawn to her bare legs that hung out from the twisted sheets.

Blushing, she tugged the blanket over them, drawing them up closer towards her as that glowing heat in her abdomen nudged awake.

“Morning,” she mumbled.

Sebastian held out a steaming cup. “I thought you might like a cup of tea. I'm going to make you breakfast as well. It's the least I can do after you put up with me blubbering all over you last night.”

MC sat up, noting the flush of embarrassment on his cheeks as she arranged the blankets respectfully over her waist. She smiled and held her hand out for the tea.

“That is very sweet of you, Seb,” she said, taking the cup from him. He was dressed in clean clothes, the fresh scent of soap wafting from his skin. Her gaze lingered over him, and she found herself patting the side of the bed. Fuck propriety. “Sit with me for a moment.”

His eyes widened slightly, but he sat, turning to face her as she wrapped her hands around her cup. “Everything alright?”

She smiled. “Let's do something today, something fun. Maybe you could take me exploring around your old childhood haunts. What do you think?”

A smile twitched his lips, and he fluffed his hair. “There are chores to be done,” he said ruefully. “The wood doesn't chop itself, you know.”

She laughed and gave him a look that suggested she wasn't buying it. They both knew that a simple charm would have the axe swinging all by itself. He grinned at her as she sipped her tea.

“It doesn't hurt to do things by hand sometimes. It's grounding. It reminds us that we are human after all,” he said. He huffed a laugh and shook his head. “Merlin, I sound like my parents. How very boring.”

“Then I will help you around the house, we can pack a lunch, and then we can go exploring. Is that grounding enough for you, Mr Sallow?”

He bit his lower lip, the old sparkle she loved appearing in his eyes. “You've got yourself a deal.”

….*....

With the fresh sea breeze tugging at his hair and filling his lungs, Sebastian felt the foggy, dull ache around his eyes begin to recede. His eyes still felt scratchy and his throat raw after his emotional outburst yesterday, and he couldn't help but feel rather foolish for doing it in front of MC like that, but looking at her now as she searched for sea shells in the sand, he couldn't help but feel some of the heaviness lift from his shoulders and chest.

The breeze played with her hair, her blouse rippling with it as she picked up a shell with a smile on her lips. She looked like one of those angels painted in muggle murals, the sun glinting off her hair, her cheeks delicately pink from the late summer warmth of it.

It was so very hard not to stare at her. His gaze was drawn to her, and his whole body pulled towards her gravity, completely caught in her orbit. It stole his breath a little and made his head spin in a dizzying but delightful way. It was one thing to appreciate a pretty girl, but it was quite another to be utterly smitten with one. And he was becoming surer by the moment that he was smitten with her.

Like the sun peeking through the darkest storm clouds, she had appeared on his doorstep and thrown back the shadows. She had danced in the same darkness as him, held his painful secrets alongside her own, and yet she had come back to him. It was more than he deserved.

Spotting the delicate curve of a shell in the sand, he took out his wand and summoned it, letting it hover slowly over towards MC. The shell was perfectly intact, soft pink, and white curling into a graceful shape. MC’s eyes brightened as it appeared before her, those heavenly eyes swinging his way with a smile as she held out her palm. With careful precision, he let the shell sit in the cup of her hand, his gaze soft as her fingers turned it over to examine it.

“It's beautiful!” She exclaimed as she held it up.

He smiled, slipping his wand into his pocket as he began to walk closer towards her, his boots sinking into the soft sand. “Very beautiful,” he agreed, but he wasn't looking at the shell.

Her eyes lifted to meet him as he approached, daring to stand rather close so he could get a closer look at her eyes. The breeze blew strands of hair across her face, and they both lifted their hands to tuck them back, their fingers grazing against each other.

His heart thundered under his ribs at his boldness, his cheeks warming as she stared up at him, and he made to pull his hand away from her hair, but she caught his wrist to stop him. The rapid fire of his pulse made it hard to breathe as her hand slid up to link her fingers with his, their gazes locked on each other as though there was nothing else in the world to look upon. He realised that, even though he was partly terrified of what this might mean, he could quite happily stand and stare at her all day. Forever, in fact.

She stood on tiptoes, leaning forward as she held his hand tightly, the soft sigh of her breath ghosting across his cheek before her lips pressed against the skin there in a quick kiss.

He thought his lungs might burst and burn if he held his breath any longer, her eyes now so close he could definitely drown in them.

“You should smile like that more often, Sebastian,” she said softly. “You have the most lovely smile, quite handsome, in fact.”

Before she could even think about pulling away, removing herself from this perfect moment, his other hand caught her face in a gentle grip, his thumb sliding along the divine softness of her skin as he lowered his mouth to hers. It was the merest brush of lips, a soft taste in return for the one she had placed on his cheek, the tingle of it still there, along with the desire to feel more.

“I shall save those smiles just for you,” he promised.

He kept hold of her hand. Even when they left the beach and headed along the road back towards Feldcroft, their fingers remained laced together. She was a perfect fit, as though her hand had been made to be held by him, and it kept the shadows at bay. His own little ray of sunlight.

….*....

After a long day of chores and wandering around in the sun, MC had been tired, her muscles aching pleasantly as she sat and ate a simple dinner with Sebastian. It hadn't taken much persuading for her to stay at the cottage another night. With only one day left until the start of term, she would have to fetch her things for returning to school, and yet here she lingered.

A second night of laying in the bed, staring up at the wooden rafters of Sebastian's house as he lay sleeping on the other side of the curtain. This time, her thoughts were on the way he had kissed her on the beach, his lips soft and warm, the touch of them delicate and tempting. There had been a fire in his gaze that called to her. Unspoken glimmers of something that felt like she was balancing on the edge of a discovery.

He had not tried to kiss her again, but he had held her hand, his fingers grazing against her waist or her shoulder as they had prepared dinner. How many lingering looks would it take before he kissed her again? Did she dare steal a real kiss for herself?

The very thought made her heart flutter, and her insides flare with aching flame.

Burying her face into the soft feather pillow, she inhaled deeply and was reminded that Sebastian's scent was everywhere. He was everywhere, burying deeply into her soul until she wasn't sure where she ended and he began. She had not thought her heart could have been stolen so soon. At sixteen, she was fairly innocent in such matters, but there was something very powerful and almost frightening about the intensity with which she felt attached to Sebastian.

Perhaps it was the trauma, the darkness of their secrets, and the power of being held in the grip of the fallout of them. Like her, he was alone in the world, and they had gravitated towards each other. His eyes had the power to weave threads around her that drew her in tighter and tighter with each lingering glance, the dark glimmer of such gazes a lure more powerful than magic.

It's why she was here in the first place, was it not? Despite the real concern of how he had been faring, she had longed to be close to him again.

Drifting on the tide these thoughts were carrying her on, she didn't hear the whimpers at first, the jerking shuffles of Sebastian shifting around on his bed. The sounds of distress began to filter through to her, and she sat up, tilting her head as she gazed at the thin curtain between them.

Frowning slightly as a distressed groan sounded through the dark of the cottage, MC slipped from the bed sheets and stepped barefoot across the boards to peer around the curtain.

Sebastian was indeed shuddering beneath his bed covers, pale moonlight filtering through a high window, illuminating him in a ghostly glow.

“Sebastian?” She whispered, watching him twitch and whimper.

He didn't answer. His eyes were closed, but moving rapidly beneath his lids, and as she stepped even closer towards him, she could see beads of sweat gathering on his forehead. He was dreaming, and it wasn't a good dream either by the looks of it.

She bit her lip, sadness clouding her face as she stared down at him, knowing too well the kind of horrors that pulled you down in your sleep from her own night terrors. Worried about startling him, she hesitated before touching him, her hand trembling a little as it hovered above his shoulder.

Then, he yelled, a shocking, harsh scream that ripped out of his mouth. MC gasped but didn't move her hand quickly enough. When he sat bolt upright in the bed, her hand hit his face, and he was lightning fast as he grabbed her. One hand clamping about her wrist, the other reaching up to fist into the front of the shirt she wore.

He was like a cornered cat, hissing and frighteningly strong as he shook her, dragging her bodily forward before flipping her onto her back against the mattress. She yelped, her hair fanning out across the twisted sheets as he loomed above her, pinning her to the bed with an iron grip.

She stared up at his flushed face, his eyes wild and unseeing in the pale moonlight.

“It's me!” She cried, her hands grasping at his bare arms, his muscles rigid under her touch. “Seb, it's me, please.”

Breathing hard, he stared, his mouth a harsh grimace, his teeth bared as he gripped her. A sharp flash of fear shot through her, realising that he could hurt her if he wanted to, and her wand was beside her bed behind the curtain. She kept still, her own chest heaving with panicked breaths.

“Sebastian,” she whispered.

He became eerily still, his eyes subtly widening as he stared at her, really looking at her pinned beneath him. Her pulse was racing, throbbing in her ears, as he slowly came around to the reality of the situation.

His gaze travelled over her face, moving down to where his hand had fisted the fabric of her shirt, gathering it tightly just below her collar bone. Her arm was pinned up behind her head, his fingers gripping so tightly at her wrist that she could feel her hand tingling from lack of blood flow.

As a result of the struggle, her shirt was twisted up around her ribcage, exposing her waist and hips, his lower body pinning her to the bed in a rather compromising position. He wore nothing but a pair of undershorts, their bare legs exposed, his knees anchored against the bed.

“What… how did you… MC,” he stuttered, confusion creasing his brow. He let go of her immediately, straightening up onto his knees as he pushed both hands through his hair with a groan of distress. “Did I hurt you?”

His voice was strained, a pained wince on his face as he risked another look at her. He pressed his hands to his cheeks as his gaze roamed over her exposed flesh. “Oh fuck,” he whispered.

MC hadn't moved, her arm still angled up above her head, her other hand hanging limp off the side of the bed as she fought to calm her breathing. “I'm alright,” she murmured.

Sebastian shook his head, closing his eyes tightly as he moaned. “Oh gods, I'm so sorry.”

He shifted his weight off her, sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. MC sat up slowly, rubbing her wrist as her gaze lingered over the moonlight reflecting off the skin of his naked back. Her fear faded, her lungs relaxing as she watched him. He wouldn't hurt her, not on purpose. She held onto that thought.

“It's alright,” she said quietly, slowly reaching for him. Her fingers trembled as she touched them against his shoulder blade, his muscles tensing slightly as she smoothed her hand along towards the back of his neck. “I'm okay. You're okay. You didn't hurt me.”

“But I could have,” he said, his voice cracking. He turned his head to look at her, his expression so raw and open it stole her breath. “I could have hurt you. I'd never forgive myself if…” He gulped, raking his fingers through his hair again as he shook his head. “What were you doing out of bed?”

“I came to check on you,” she said, stroking her hand over the flesh of his back in soothing movements. “You were dreaming. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I'm not sure I will ever be okay,” he said, his voice so lost and empty as he stared at the floor. “These thoughts in my head, I know I'm not supposed to feel them, but they always find me in the quiet of night. I try to fight them away, but I’m scared that one night they might get the better of me, that I will get what I deserve.”

Her eyes burned, and she bit her lip, her chest tightening at the sheer depth of sadness in his tone. He looked defeated, shrunken, and nothing like the boy who had faced her in their first ever duel in Defence Against the Dark Arts on her first day at Hogwarts.

“No,” she said firmly, shuffling closer to wrap her arms around him from behind. “That is not going to be your fate.”

She pressed her face against the flushed skin of his back, smooth and warm against her nose. Her hands snaked around to press against his chest, a slight smattering of hair there tickling her fingertips. She held him tight, imagining all of her body heat and strength of affection for him flowing into him as she did so. She hoped that he could feel it.

“You are going to be just fine, Sebastian. I will make sure of it.”

“I'm not sure I deserve it,” he whispered.

Her heart clenched, and she shook her head. No. He couldn't give up. If he gave up, then she would struggle to keep her own head above the drowning waters of everything that had happened. Together. Together, they could fight it and win, just like they always did.

Her lips pressed against his heated skin, and once she started, she couldn't stop. She needed to show him. He was wanted. He was loved. He did deserve it.

She kissed up his spine towards his neck, moving to spread more affection with her mouth along his freckled shoulder. She felt the shift in his breathing, the subtle flex of his muscles as she moved back towards his neck and pressed kisses under his ear.

Her name whispered through his lips, and his hands slid over hers at his chest, their fingers interlocking as he held them tight and close near his thudding heart.

“Don't give up on me,” she pleaded. “You've got this. Sebastian Sallow never backs down from a fight, remember? And this is a fight. You have to win. Do it for me, do it for Anne, but most of all, do it for yourself.”

This time, when he pinned her to the bed, she welcomed it, his mouth claiming hers in a kiss so demanding that it stole her breath in the best possible way. Arching her back in a delicate curve, his hands roamed over her waist, sliding up underneath her back to grasp the back of her neck as his hips rocked achingly against hers.

It was exhilarating to feel his hands against her bare flesh, the shirt riding up to expose the tender peaks of her breasts. He moaned, his mouth moving from her neck to draw one hardening nipple between his lips, his tongue sliding hotly over it in a teasing swipe.

She had never been kissed or touched like this before, but she wasn't scared at all, not even a flutter of nerves as his hand skimmed her hip, reaching under to squeeze longingly at the curve of her behind.

“Stop me,” he panted, his tongue swirling against her breastbone. His hand moulded her backside, his fingers brushing underneath in a devastating caress that made her mouth open in a gasp. Heat flared dangerously.

“No,” she whined, her hand fisting into the softness of his hair.

His groan was feral, his mouth starved as he drew her flesh into a sharp suck that left her marked, his fingers swiping deeper under the curve of her backside against damp heat. She moaned in response, her legs widening shamelessly to welcome him.

“Fuck, you shouldn’t make noises like that. I'm not going to be able to stop,” he said, his hips rocking against her, the nudge of his arousal widening her eyes as a shock of excitement blistered through her blood.

Heart hammering and her breathing ragged, she tilted her pelvis, her body curious and on fire as she rubbed herself against him. He sucked air through his gritted teeth and released it as a groan, his forehead pressed between her breasts.

“MC…” He warned, lifting his head to look at her. The blazing heat in his eyes sent another thrill through her.

Heart in her mouth, but her head determined. She wrapped her legs around him, urging him closer, and he closed his eyes with a soft moan. He caught his lower lip with his teeth, his hips rolling against her in a slow, seductive movement that had her utterly lost.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked breathlessly. “There's no going back from it. I don't want to take advantage of you.”

“You're not,” she said, shaking her head. “I choose you.”

The look in his eyes almost had her in tears, the stunned softness that made him go still, his hand caressing her face before he kissed her, slowly and thoroughly.

It was more than just answering the burn of lust that fired their blood. Each caress, each press of lips, was an affirmation of their need to feel connected. The heat of skin against skin was soothing and arousing at once, what little clothing that formed barriers was discarded swiftly and without care, their sole focus to answer the plea in each other’s eyes.

It was new and thrilling, each fumbled touch as they explored and discovered opened up new possibilities. The erotic and intimate nature of Sebastian's fingers delving deep into her core drew low moans from her mouth. Her body opened to receive him, her heart racing and her thoughts eager to learn the feel of being joined completely with him.

The solemn lectures delivered by her matron at the children's home drifted through her mind, snippets about carnal sin and the proper way to behave. As her hands explored the lines of Sebastian's body, she couldn't fathom why anyone should deny themselves this intimacy.

How could this be so terrible and wrong? The way Sebastian was looking at her, the worship he gave with hands and mouth, it made her feel alive. The bonds that had formed between them strengthened, sharpening to a burning point in her chest as he finally claimed her for his own. The stinging stretch as he filled her made her bite her lip, her fingers digging into his flesh as he began to move, his own moans of pleasure filling her ears.

This was where she was meant to be. This was no sin. This was home.

Pressing his forehead to hers, their combined breaths mere heated gasps as their bodies found a rhythm together, MC stared into the deep, dark pools of his eyes. Lost in his shadows, utterly claimed by them as the tendrils of black curled around her essence and sealed their fate.

“You're mine,” he breathed into her mouth, pushing even deeper into her, his grip tightening. “I'm never going to let you go.”

“And you're mine,” she said firmly.

His thrusts stuttered, soft sounds falling from his lips as he suddenly withdrew, the slick heat of his arousal rubbing lazily against the inside of her thigh before he came, spilling thick pools of release against her trembling flesh. She glanced down, curious and flushed as it dripped slowly to the bed sheets, his cock still firm and slick from their lust.

Their bodies couldn't be any closer, arms and legs entwined as their flesh cooled and their breathing began to regulate. With her face pressed close to his skin, she could breathe him in, every lung full was a soothing comfort enhanced by the soft caresses of his hands.

He was hers, and she was his. Together, they would dance with their shadows, and together they would defeat them.

….*....

The soft glow of lamps lit up Central Hall in Hogwarts, a few Prefects were chatting in the corner and not really paying attention to the girl leaning on the balcony above them, her eyes lingering over the fountain before fixing on her destination. The library door.

MC felt her lips curve upwards in a fond smile as she remembered arriving on this very balcony exactly a year ago, her stomach a bundle of nerves as she met the curious Slytherin boy who had no concerns about breaking school rules. She had been the new girl, desperate to impress, and yet, even then, so soon after meeting Sebastian, he had easily led her astray.

Footsteps sounded behind her on the stairs and she turned to look over her shoulder, her smile widening at the sight of said Slytherin approaching. His gaze was curious, eyes twinkling with familiar mischief as he came right up close to her and pressed a soft kiss to her mouth.

“There you are,” he said quietly. “And what brings us here at this time of night, sweetheart?”

MC smoothed her hands down the front of his waistcoat, her eyes playful as she looked up at him. “Do you know it's exactly one year, to the day, that you smuggled me into the library so I could snoop in the Restricted Section? I think it was the first bit of rule breaking you taught me.”

“Is that so?” He arched an eyebrow and glanced over the balcony rail. “A whole year of teaching you how to break rules. How naughty of me. So, are you up for a little more rule breaking, then? Is that why we are here?”

She nodded, eyes gleaming. “I thought we could sneak back down there, for old times sake, have a nose around. I have it on good authority that there are even some rather naughty books to be found if we look in the right place.”

“Naughty books?” His smirk was positively devilish. “Do you even have to ask? Count me in.”

Tugging her closer and kissing her again, his hand clasped hers. His handsome smile combined with the wicked gleam in his gaze was enough to send her tummy into a riot of butterflies as they pulled out their wands. With a cheeky wink, Sebastian cast his Disillusionment charm and he vanished, his faintly flickering outline tugging her towards the stairs as she cast her own charm.

This time last year she had been shaking with nerves, her palms sweating as they outwitted old Scribner. This year, her pulse flew with anticipation as they made it through the iron gates and hurried down into the Restricted Section. The element of risk added to the excitement of being alone with Sebastian, and it wasn't long before she found herself pressed into a dark corner, his mouth on her skin and his hand under her blouse.

Their shadows hung in the background, the darkness always there waiting for them, memories coming out to play when they least expected it. But, they had each other. They chased down the shadows with the warmth of their smiles and the heat of their embraces.

With Sebastian at her side, she felt unstoppable, truly alive, and ready to face whatever came next. She doubted that life would ever become boring. Not with him.

After all, they did love dark, restricted places, and they both couldn't back down from a challenge. Even when that challenge was each other.

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #sebastian sallow #mc x sebastian sallow #blueraineshadows #hogwarts legacy

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grandeoatmilklatte · 3 months

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A Year In Love 💚 - Ominis Gaunt x F!MC

Happy one year anniversary to Hogwarts Legacy! I can't believe it's been a whole year since the game has been released! (I can't believe it's been a whole year since I descended into madness over these boys either!)

A few of us in one of the HL Discord servers decided to all write a one year related fic, so here is my contribution to that. Enjoy!

Warnings - None! All Fluff! || 1.5k words

Ominis stopped walking as he felt his wand begin to rapidly pulsate in his hand - a sign that he had reached his destination. He sat on the grassy ground, using his wand to guide him again as he placed a small bouquet of flowers on his aunt’s grave, which was marked by a large rock, with various smaller colorful rocks and seashells surrounding it.

Today marked one year since the night that Ominis, Sebastian, and the new fifth year ventured into Salazar Slytherin’s Scriptorium, where his aunt Noctua’s remains had been found. She was the only member of his family to show him any compassion, and the only member of his family not obsessed with blood status. She was the only family Ominis felt like he had. Although the night brought back painful memories for Ominis, it also changed the course of his life forever, in the most positive way possible. It was also the night Ominis realized he was in love.

The evening started with Sebastian begging Ominis to join him in venturing into the Scriptorium, eager to see what secrets it held. Ominis didn’t want to go, well aware that the room likely held terrible things. But Sebastian wasn’t about to let it go, enlisting the help of his secret weapon against Ominis - the new fifth year, who Ominis had been harboring a small crush on.

“Please, Ominis?” His name sounded so lovely on her lips, he couldn’t bring himself to say no to her. She was far too convincing. His heart even skipped a beat when she complimented him on his rare ability of being able to speak Parseltongue.

As the trio descended into the tunnel leading to the Scriptorium; however, Ominis cursed himself for allowing his crush on the girl to cloud his better judgment. The tunnel radiated dark magic, and was full of various puzzles which opened the way to more, deeper tunnels. What started as a nerve-wracking endeavor quickly turned into anguish as they reached the entrance to the scriptorium, guarded by a door that required a Cruciatus curse to be cast. In front of the door lay his Aunt Noctua’s long forgotten skeleton, her journal pages around her body confirming it was indeed her.

While Sebastian explored the Scriptorium, thrilled by their discovery, the new fifth year was by Ominis’s side, her arms around him as he sobbed into her shoulder. Ominis felt guilty, knowing that he should have been the one comforting her after she had endured the painful Cruciatus curse from Sebastian. Ominis could feel the way her hands shook as she held him, but despite the pain she was in, she had put his needs before her own. No one had ever put Ominis first, or shown him this level of care, not even his own blood. Her kindness changed him, and it was at this moment that he fell in love with her.

Ominis awoke the next morning deep in denial, He convinced himself that he was just clinging to her because of the compassion she showed him, and he absolutely was not in love with her. That is, until he received her owl asking to meet outside the castle. When he found her, she explained that she had gone back in the morning and retrieved his aunt’s remains so they could give her a proper burial. Ominis fought the urge to get down on one knee and ask for her hand in marriage at that moment.

With her help, Ominis decided on a secluded spot across the Black Lake in a little clearing for her final resting place. The area was surrounded by trees and overlooked Hogwarts - the place Ominis called home.

As the year went on, and the two became closer as friends, Ominis fell deeper in love with her each day. They supported each other when Sebastian strayed further and further away from them, and Ominis showed her the same level of compassion she had shown him in the scriptorium after the battle against Ranrok, when she broke down in his arms after losing Professor Fig - the closest thing she had to a father. Despite the clear connection they shared, Ominis still hadn’t confessed his true feelings, fearful that she only saw him as a friend. That fear was extinguished for good on a random night, after she crashed her lips into his and confessed her own feelings for him after an after hours meeting in The Undercroft. From that moment on they were inseparable.

Ominis was broken out of his thoughts as he heard footsteps approaching. His heart raced when the footsteps got closer and a familiar scent hit his nose - her scent.

“I’m so sorry I’m late, Ominis! Professor Weasley needed me for something after class. I hope you’re not mad!”

Ominis let out a soft chuckle at her words, knowing he could never be mad at her. He stood to greet her, placing his hands on her waist to pull her into a gentle kiss. Once she pulled away, he heard her begin to dig through what sounded like a bag, followed by the sound of a blanket being fluffed out. As if she could read his mind, she explained herself.

“I brought us lunch, the weather is lovely, I thought we could have a picnic!”

As they sat in front of Aunt Noctua’s grave, enjoying the weather and food, Ominis’s mind began to wander again. This time, he thought about their future together. He thought about their graduation, and how he hoped she’d say yes to his elopement proposal he had planned for right after. He thought about what it would be like to have a home of their own, far away from the Gaunts. He even let his mind wander to children. Although he was still uncertain if he wanted to bring more Gaunts into the world, if they did have a daughter, he hoped his future wife would be open to naming her Noctua.

As he said his aunt’s name in his head, he felt a tingle of pain in his heart. She would never get the chance to see him as a married man or a father. She would never get to meet the girl who had stolen his heart and made him so happy. He hoped that she was proud of him for finding someone who loved him and treated him right, unlike the rest of his family. He hoped that she was proud of him for making a new legacy for the Gaunts.

“Are you alright, darling?” Her sweet voice laced with concern flooded his ears and broke him out of his train of thought once again.

“I miss her…” Ominis choked out as tears began to form in his eyes.

His fingertips registered the softness of her hands as she gave his hands a gentle squeeze. “Oh darling, I’m so sorry. I know you do. But she’s not truly gone. The ones who love us never really leave us. They’re always in our hearts and watching over us.”

Ominis squeezed her hands back, his tears freely flowing now. “I wish she could have met you. She would have loved you. I…I hope she’s proud of me.”

Ominis’s heart fluttered as he felt her lips press against his cheek. “She is proud of you. I know she is. So proud of you for doing the Gaunt name justice. She helped make you into the amazing person you are and will grow to be. She’s extremely proud of you, and so am I.”

Releasing her hands to cup her face, Ominis pulled her into a gentle, but passionate kiss. Their lips remained locked for several seconds, Ominis savoring the way her lips felt against his own. Over the course of the past year, he had kissed her many times, never once getting sick of it. He didn’t think he could ever get sick of her.

The couple spent the next hour in the same spot, talking, laughing, and updating Aunt Noctua on things that had happened throughout the year. They stayed until it got dark, Ominis feeling the change in temperature.

“We should probably make our way back, make sure we’re prepared for the potions exam tomorrow. Thank you for joining me today.”

“I wouldn’t have missed this for the world, Ominis.”

She stood up, pulling Ominis to his feet with her. He wished Noctua a good night and assured her that he’d visit again soon before taking his lover’s hand as they made their way back towards the castle.

When they had just reached the Hogwarts grounds, Ominis felt his girlfriend stop walking, but before he could ask her what was wrong, he felt her arms wrap around his neck as she planted a soft kiss to his lips.

“I love you, Ominis Gaunt.” she said softly. He could hear the smile on her face through her voice.

“And I love you.” he said back with a smile. And he did - he had loved her for a year, and planned to love her for many more years to come.

#ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis x mc

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slytherinsallows · 7 months

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What the Hogwarts Legacy Boys Would be like 🌶️18+!!

(These are just my personal headcanons based off their personalities)

Sebastian Sallow

☆ Very needy and can be rough, depending on how sexually frustrated he is.

☆ LOVES to watch when he has you from behind, and grips tightly on your waist while your ass bounces.

☆ Also loves to watch you ride him, regular and reverse. He loves the way your 🐱grips onto him and it makes him finish so fast.

☆ If you don't finish he loves to finger you and eat you out, he's really good at both and loves to watch you grasp the bedsheets as you scream, with nothing but a smirk on his face.

☆ 1000% a dom, I don't think I even need to say that he loves having his control over you.

☆ He'll easily go 4,5 times a night without tiring, just letting his pure drive to fuck you and make you his take over him.

☆ Loves to leave marks all over you, thighs, neck, hell anything he can get his teeth on.

☆ His eye contact his everything.

Ominis Gaunt

☆ VERY sensual and a massive fan of foreplay.

☆ He'll get you to the point where you just want him to take you but he's too interested in kissing every part of your skin and feeling every crevice of your body.

☆ Once he finally puts it in he's a moaning mess, as he's super sensitive. Despite that he can last a while and his main objective is to make you finish and feel amazing.

☆ Loves missionary as he craves the feeling of being as close as possible to you, once he cums in that position he just lays on top for a while with his cock still in, taking a while to come down while enjoying the moment.

☆ King of aftercare, whispering how good you were and how much he loves you until you fall asleep.

Garreth Weasley

☆ Is so obsessed with the way your 🐱 feels around him he doesn't tend to last very long at all... his thrusts are always sloppy and needy, always desperate to cum in you because you feel too good to him.

☆ If he doesn't make you cum he'll take you again or eat you out, trying not to cum again so you can.

☆ He loves to experiment with you, and will literally try (almost) anything. DEFINITELY whimpers.

☆ He loves getting head from you as well, and calling you slutty names as you do it.

☆ Given you a facial one too many times, watching his cum drip down your lips is enough to make him melt.

☆ He loves getting his hair pulled when he's ontop, it drives him crazy and just makes it harder for him not to release ~

Hope you liked it lmk your thoughts 👀

#sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy ominis #ominis x reader #garreth weasley #hlboys #sebastian sallow smut #ominis gaunt smut #garreth weasley smut #hogwarts legacy fanfic #sebastian sallow fanfiction #ominis gaunt fanfiction

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lesbianralzarek · 6 months

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in the wake of bg3 absolutely sweeping pc gamer's awards show, golden joystick, i looked up the competition (nintendo releasing the botw sequel and it winning nothing because of a studio with 2 previous games under its belt is something 0 people wouldve bet on. holy fuck) for all the other prestigious game awards shows that have yet to happen for 2023 and, uh,

remember when hogwarts legacy was relevant? lol. lmao, even

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3

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sk3erkrou · 1 year

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My Thoughts on Hogwarts Legacy

This is something that has been on my mind recently as more discourse about the topic is coming to the forefrunt of the internet. Hogwarts Legacy and, honestly, the Harry Potter franchise as a whole.

As I see things, there are 5 groups of people when it comes to "THAT wizard game."

"Hey, I don't want to play it because of my own personal reasons. But if you want to play it, I hope you have fun."

"Hey, I do want to play this game because of my own, personal reasons, but I understand that you're not interested. That's cool."

"This game gives money to a transphobe?! Awesome! I just bought two copies."

"You want to play this game for your own reasons? You're a transphobe piece of shit. I won't stop until you know you're a piece of shit."

"Harry Potter? Hogwarts Legacy? I haven't played video games since I lost 2 weeks of my life to Banjo Kazooie in 1998."

If you fall into either category 1, 2, or 5, then right on. You're doing the right thing. Keep it up.

However, if you fall into either category 3 or 4, you are a fucking problem and you need to cut the shit and grow up.

Personally, I fall into category 1. I feel I have made my views on the game and franchise fairly clear. But also, I have a good friend who learned to read because of Harry Potter. I grew up with the franchise and it was a huge part of my childhood, and recognizing that I no longer want to engage in the franchise felt like a huge loss to me, and took some time to reconcile with myself. But, again, I have made that decision based on the larger franchise and not simply this one game. And, also again, these are my OWN PERSONAL REASONS. If you're interested, I will gladly share my thoughts in a civil manner, and only ask that you understand my thinking, not that you agree with me, or try to convince me to change my mind.

Now, to address category 3. Deep breath, here.

If you are doing anything at all because you know it will make the lives of people worse, then fuck you right to hell. Yes, this group of people also generally goes hand in hand with a specific red hat and an orange demagogue. If you find yourself in this category, get help. Go to therapy and ask about this concept called "empathy."

Category 4.

I will repeat: if you are doing anything at all because you know it will make the lives of people worse, then fuck you right to hell. Setting up websites to track Twitch streamers to see who is playing Hogwarts Legacy? Going to channels and harrassing the streamers for wanting to play the game? I would argue that people in this category or worse than those in category 3 because while those in 3 as assholes, they are blowing money on something they don't actually care about to try triggering someone while people in this group are going out and actively attacking people for engaging something that they want to experience for, and repeat after me, THEIR OWN PERSONAL REASONS. I saw in one chat that someone mentioned they wished executions were legal because people were doing something they didn't like. Sounds an awful lot like some people who built some gallows outside of a notable large building in the US back in the beginning of January 2021, doesn't it?

Here's where things really boil down on Hogwarts Legacy. The game is made. It's done. Rowling has been paid or will be getting paid. You attacking people for enjoying the game isn't going to stop that. But there's a lot more people than just her in the mix, here. Think about all the hundreds of people who have spent YEARS working on making this game, and trying to make it the best game possible. They have also been paid and are continuing to get paid. Controversy has surrounded Hogwarts Legacy pretty much since it was announced. And it wasn't cancelled.

Here's where I see things going with the game: it is the outrage of the day. Somewhat surprisingly, the outrage of Hogwarts Legacy's release is overshadowing the much more recent information about Justin Roiland. People will continue to be upset by this game for a while, and eventually that will fade, as all outrage does.

But you know what won't pass? The hurt caused by people to other people over this game. Your friend, who you disagree with about the game, sitting in their home, playing the game, is not going to hurt you. Streamer playing the game and you don't want to watch it? THEN FUCKING DON'T. Full stop. For fuck's sake, people were buying subs to a twitch stream just so they could continue harrassing the streamers after they made the chat sub-only. Fuck you. Grow up. And like I told the people in group 3, get therapy.

Actually, everyone should go to therapy, but that isn't the point of this.

Here's what my point of view boils down to: let people enjoy what they enjoy and stop shitting on things just because people enjoy them. Yes, the situation here is more complex and nuanced than that, but every situation is. And if any part of this rambling has made you angry or upset for any reason, I'd like you to think about why that is. I am not advocating for people to play the game or not play the game. Honestly, I just couldn't give a fuck what you want to play in the privacy of your own home. I just want people to be better. Treat people better. Be better people. Recognize that everyone on this planet is, at the very least, deserving of being treated like a person and deserving of love. And if you can't understand that fact, did you really understand Harry Potter at all?

#hogwarts legacy #harry potter #video games

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crimsonedquill · 11 months

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Could you do some headcannons for when they are jealous and things get… interesting? (Gender-neutral MC) If your not comfortable I completely understand, and I hope you have a wonderful day/night!

How they take out their jealousy on you (Hogwarts Legacy)

I'll be the first to admit that smutty HCs are my guilty pleasure, so don't worry, we're good 😅

Tried to make this as gender-neutral as possible, though you know how it is, things always get grey area-ish when certain... body parts are involved. Anyway, hope it meets your request (which I very much enjoyed writing! 🖤)

Content warning: NSFW (18+). Unfiltered smut.

Poppy Sweeting 🦡

Even though you’ve been dating for a while, she still feels that hot sting of insecurity whenever she catches someone leering at you, knowing very well that you could have anyone you want (at the very least certainly better than her)

That said, she usually isn’t very upfront with her emotions, which is why you’re more than a little surprised to hear her request the next time things get hot and heavy between you two

“Could I… be on top this time?” she asks when she withdraws her tongue from your mouth, looking at you with an expression that immediately causes a rush of heat between your legs

You gladly indulge her, if only to see where this newfound confidence is coming from. Hardly any time is wasted in shedding your clothes, and soon she’s mounting you, leaving a trail of slick arousal on your leg as she moves up your thigh

Her movements are sloppy and her rhythm is showing a rather clear lack of experience, though you find yourself hardly in any position to care as she moves atop you with a ferocity so… dominant, using both of your bodies to maximize your shared pleasure

There are hardly any words to describe how she’s feeling. She’s so… in control, never breaking eye contact as she moulds you into a moaning shaking mess

She doesn’t look away even when you finish, wanting to see you come undone before her own climax has her falling apart on top of you

You’re too tired to talk about what happened afterwards, but she doesn’t need to. Softly wrapping herself in your arms, she smiles as she knows that you belong to each other.

Ominis Gaunt 🐍

He hears the way you talk to that Ravenclaw during Astronomy. It’s innocent, but not quite subtle enough to mask the flirtations and suggestive hints

Of course, it doesn’t take long for you to notice something’s wrong when he starts acting all petty, ignoring you and asking whether you’d rather not spend time with “them” instead

The only way to get to him when is being like this is to get right in his face, so that’s exactly what you do, confronting him in a bathroom after classes

There’s a lot of shouting. He reacts to you, you react to him, and within moments you’re exchanging every accusation and insult you can possibly think of

You don’t know whether you’re simply not thinking straight because of your anger or whether it’s the fact that you’re both hot and bothered, but without really giving it any thought you stride over to him, asking him if it’s the insecurity about his own cock that makes him act like a petulant little child (gripping the front of his trousers for emphasis)

That’s all the encouragement he needs. Within moments, he has you on your knees and forces himself between your lips, holding your head as a low, guttural grunt passes through his gritted teeth

He usually takes it slow with you, but this is no time for softness. He grips your hair as he thrusts into your mouth, hissing at you to take it all like the filthy little cunt you are

His release is hot and sudden, leaving you eager to swallow all of him as he braces himself against the wall, moaning your name with a lust that makes you easily forget any ill words spoken between you

After you clean up and leave the bathroom holding hands, you share a kiss and promise each other that you will employ make-up sex as a solution to arguments more often from now on.

Natsai Onai 🦁

You remember well the first time you got a taste of Natty’s particular brand of jealousy. You both felt confident enough to take things a step further after your first couple of dates, and you had been so bold as to conjure a bedroom in your Room of Requirement, having a clear sense of where that night’s events would lead

As soon as your bodies hit the sheets, however, it became clear that whatever control you thought you held was but a figment of your imagination

You feel the ties around your wrists as her lips pull away, a slightly taunting grin masking the absolute excitement she feels at having the so-called hero of Hogwarts right at her fingertips, away from all the flirty looks and comments

She makes a show of stripping out of her clothes, cautioning that she wants your eyes only on her tonight. You ache to touch her, to explore every lovely naked curve, but there’s no use fighting the tight straps

Natty, on the other hand, has your entire body at your disposal. She relishes the control, placing open-mouthed kisses on every bare inch, every single one leaving you just a bit more unravelling than the last

Eventually, she moves her fingers in place to where your excitement is most palpable, the warm throbbing betraying your need

You gasp and twist and plead for her to release you as she gets to work, but she rebuffs every single one of your attempts, enjoying the hold she has on you far too much to let you go so easily

By the time you are falling apart, she instructs you to look her in the eye as she asks who you belong to

“You!” you cry out, and finally she allows you your release, smiling as you shake and quiver until she crawls up to you, placing a wet kiss on your lips before she makes the straps disappear with a flick of her fingers.

Sebastian Sallow 🐍

Of course Possessive Slytherin Bad Boy™ gets jealous easily. It doesn’t take much other than you exchanging a simple look with someone else in the corridors for him to get all clingy and needy.

What many don’t realise is that you love this little part of your relationship. Driving him to the edge with subtle looks and flirtations turns you on more than anything, mostly because it’s always a surprise how far you can push him each time

One time, when you’re taking things a bit too far, you end up having a bit of an argument. It’s not anything serious, but you’re still a bit surprised when he storms you, grabbing the front of your robe as he pushes you against the drawer

“It seems that you need a little reminder,” he snarls before his lips violently crash into yours, robbing you of your breath

You try to get a word in, but he makes perfectly clear there are no words to be said. You gasp in surprise as he turns you around and bends you over the drawer, yanking your trousers and underwear down before you have a clear sense of what’s happening

“Sebastian…” you mutter, but your comment is drawn out by a cry as his palm meets your flesh in a firm strike, your apparent shock met by a content growl

It doesn’t take long for him to drop his trousers and enter you, your hands clamping down on the wooden panelling as you feel him stretching you, biting down on your lip to keep yourself from crying out in unrestrained lust

There’s no love here, no soft passion. It’s raw, primal fucking, and it has you utterly falling apart at the seams

His hand finds its way to your throat as his teeth graze your ear. “You’re mine,” he grunts, and you hardly find yourself in any position to disagree as the feeling of his throbbing inside you rips away any rational thought

His climax is announced by a loud groan, and you find it difficult not to pass out as he claims you as his own.

You’re his, and you’ll gladly be reminded of that.

Imelda Reyes 🐍

It’s not exactly out of character for her to get pissy, but this training session is different. You’re not playing any worse than the others, though you still find yourself on the receiving end of most of her criticism and outbursts, to the point where you decide to confront her afterwards

She’s just getting out of the shower by the time you enter. Her athletic frame wrapped in a white towel, she gives you the stinky eye and asks what the fuck you want

As always, you’re naive enough to try to approach things rationally at first, though it’s clear enough that she doesn’t want to see reason. Only after much meandering (and a lot of creative insults) you get a sense of what this is all about.

You assure her that you care only for her, but she doesn’t believe it. You ask what it would take to convince her. After a few seconds of contemplation, she drops her towel.

Understanding the hint, you move in place on the floor and press your tongue against her folds, the overwhelming taste of her arousal confirming to you that she probably had this in mind from the moment you walked in

You gently fuck her open, using the tip of your tongue to spread her wetness around her lips. She gasps and grabs your head, egging you on with whispered curses and light taunts

But you know how she likes it, and you’re determined to erase every shadow of a doubt from her mind. So you begin ferociously probing her, your hands sneaking around and your nails burying themselves into her arse as she begins whining and pushing your face further into her cunt in a desperate attempt to drive you deeper

You soon have her barrelling towards her orgasm, and she comes with a scream, her juices coating your lips as her knees buckle, her convulsing body only held up by the power of your jaw

As soon as she’s able to walk, you get up and ask if she’s convinced. She only casts you a mischievous smile, telling you that she might need a little more persuasion – her bed, tonight.

Amit Thakkar 🦅

Jealousy works a little differently with Amit. It’s not that he gets mad – his insecurities do, however, translate to performance issues in bed.

After ten minutes of kissing and ‘fondling’ like he’s never touched another human body before, you pull back to ask what’s wrong. It’s only after a lot of effort that he manages to find the courage to confess to you, telling you about his lack of confidence in his ability to please

You’re a bit surprised to find out that he feels this way, but it doesn’t change the way you feel about him. Taking one of his hands into yours, you tell him to follow your lead, gently catching his lips with your own

You take the time to put him at ease as you progress slowly, only relieving yourself of your trousers and undergarments so as to not make things too complicated

He gasps as your fingers close around his length, though he doesn’t pull away, the presence of a steady throbbing signalling to you just how eager he is despite his fears

Stroke by stroke, you feel him growing in your hand, and you gently take his hand to guide him towards your own centre, softly kissing his neck to ease any worry he might feel

He’s clumsy and it doesn’t really feel like he knows what he’s doing, but gradually you both work yourself into a steady rhythm, your breaths meeting in quick gasps as wet sounds fill the room

He’s the first to cum, but he manages to surprise you by working you to your own orgasm soon after, a strained whimper heralding your release as you spill all over his hand

After cleaning yourselves up, you settle against his shoulder and ask about his feelings. He admits to still being afraid, though he knows that with you he doesn’t have to be. You end up kissing and falling asleep in each other’s arms.

Garreth Weasley 🦁

He’s particularly whiny about seeing you flirting with other students. He constantly follows you around, pestering you with stupid questions as you try to work on your potions or practice your charms.

Eventually, you get so fed up with him that you back him into a corner between classes. You take a good few minutes to cuss him out and ask what the fuck his problem is

Poor boy doesn’t know what’s happening to him. He grows red in the face and tries to utter a sensible response, but all that comes out of his mouth is rambling.

His embarrassment, though, is nothing compared to the shock when you suddenly seize hold of the small bulge in his trousers, a wicked grin spreading on your face

He gasps as you work yourself into the fabric, earning a chuckle from you as he instantly grows hard in your hand

The words feel hot to his ear as soft fingers begin to massage his length: Does my Garreth feel insecure? Is my poor boy worried that someone else will steal me?

He braces against the wall, groaning as you pump him mercilessly. You smile and decide to let him in on a little secret: I’m addicted to this hard, beautiful cock of yours. You can have me whenever you want, whenever you like. All you need to promise is to stuff me, to stretch me until I’m swoll with your cum –

He cums hard. You watch him unravel before withdrawing and making a show of cleaning him off your fingers.

You leave him with a lack of breath and a giant mess to clean up. That should be enough punishment for daring to question your loyalty to him.

#hogwarts legacy #harry potter #poppy sweeting #ominis gaunt #natsai onai #sebastian sallow #imelda reyes #amit thakkar #poppy sweeting x reader #ominis gaunt x reader #natsai onai x reader #sebastian sallow x reader #imelda reyes x reader #amit thakkar x reader #hogwarts legacy headcanons #garreth weasley #garreth weasley x reader

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yxngbxkkie · 7 months

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seven years of pining (b.c)

so, i've been playing hogwarts legacy a lot, and i wanted to incorporate skz with hogwarts! i hope i did it justice! 💓 pls enjoy!

feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰

Sirona sets a mug of butterbeer in front of you, and you smile at her before mumbling a thank you. You take a sip of it as the woman goes back to cleaning the bartop.

"I take it you're meeting someone?" She asks with a smile, her eyes staying on the cloth she's using.

A laugh escapes your lips, and you set the mug back down. "Is it obvious?" You ask her, tucking some hair behind your ear.

"Not extremely. You just look nervous," she points out, halting her movements to spare a glance. "It's your last year, yeah? You shouldn't be so nervous unless you're meeting someone."

"You can see right through me," you tell her with a laugh, glancing down at the amber liquid. "I'm not meeting anyone special. I've known him for seven years."

Sirona smirks at you before humming. You begin to correct her when two hands rest on your shoulders. A gasp leaves your lips, feeling startled by the sudden contact. You quickly look behind you to see Chan dressed in his robes, a goofy smile on his lips.

"You haven't been waiting too long, have you?" He asks while sitting down, moving his attention to Sirona. "It's good to see you again! Can I get a butterbeer?"

She nods her head, and she waves her wand. "It's good to see you too, Chan. I hope the summer was well for you both," she explains as the mug lowers itself in front of the brunette.

"Summer was good. Although I missed this one," Chan nudges your arm, a playful grin on his lips.

You can't help but blush a little, tearing your gaze away from the man. "I missed you too," you whisper loud enough for him to hear.

Sirona watches the two of you, a large grin on her lips. "That's good to hear. I'll let the two of you catch up!" She says before leaving the bar.

Chan grabs his mug and takes a couple of gulps. Silence fills the space between you as you try to get your heart to stop pounding. Chan's eyes glance back to you, wondering why you've been so quiet.

"Hey," he whispers, softly gaining your attention. Your eyes shift to look at him, and you release a hum. "Are you okay? You're normally not this quiet."

"Yeah, I'm okay, Channie," you reassure him, laying a hand on his forearm. "A part of me is a little sad that it's our last year."

"Ah, yeah," Chan mumbles sadly, casting his gaze to the drink he's got. "But, hey, your family doesn't live far from mine. We can easily keep in contact and visit one another."

Your heart flutters, glad to know that he'd want to keep in touch. You nod your head as a grin comes to your lips. You stare into his dark eyes for a few moments before bringing the fellow Ravenclaw into a hug.

"I'm so glad to have met you, you know," you whisper into his ear as Chan wraps his arms around you.

He hums in agreement, tightening his grip. "I remember it like it was yesterday," Chan mentions with a laugh.

You quickly find a seat inside the Hogwarts Express, watching some people reunite with others. You lace your fingers together before anxiously squeezing your hands. You hope you'll find a good group of friends.

You look out the window as you begin to feel your nerves intensify. You release a deep breath when someone sits down across from you. Your breath hitches in your throat upon seeing the attractive boy.

"Hi," he greets you with a cheesy grin, his dimples indenting his cheeks. "I'm Bang Chan! Or you can call me Chris."

"H-Hi," you say shyly, waving your hand. "I'm Y/N L/N."

He smiles at you and nods his head, repeating your name quietly. Chan can notice your shyness, and his eyes widen. "Oh, I should've asked if it was okay to sit here," Chan mumbles, moving to stand up.

"It's okay!" You quickly stop him, grabbing his wrist. "I don't mind you sitting here."

"Okay," he says, slowly sitting back in his seat.

"You were so cute back then," Chan disrupts your thoughts, snapping you out of it.

A scoff leaves your lips as you sit back in your seat, a playful smirk settling. "I was?? Does that mean I'm not now?" You tease him, sipping your butterbeer.

Chan blushes at your question and gulps his drink some more. "N-No, you're still so cute," he stumbles over his words, scooting his stool closer to you.

You giggle and lean over to pinch his flushed cheek. "You're so cute when you blush, Channie," you tell him.

"Stop," he groans, pushing your hand away.

"Oh, look who it is!" A familiar voice echoes off of the walls, causing you and Chan to look in the direction of the sound. You internally groan as you make eye contact with Kim Seungmin. "Ravenclaw's love birds!"

You shake your head, deciding to ignore the Slytherin student. "Seungmin, not now," Chan mumbles, turning away from the teen.

Seungmin drapes his arm over your shoulder while doing the same with Chan. "Oh, come on. You two are so perfect for one another. You might as well just go out already," he mentions, his eyes shifting from you to him.

"Don't you have anything else you could be doing?" You ask him, sending a glare in his direction.

He laughs and brings his hand to your hair, ruffling it. You swat his hands before getting out of your chair. Seungmin raises a brow as you walk away from the pair, not without telling Chan that she'd see him later.

"What's up with her?" Seungmin asks Chan, nudging the older teen's arm.

Chan sighs and turns to face him. "Do you ever think that maybe she doesn't like you picking on her?" He asks him, his face completely serious.

Seungmin's shoulders deflate, not wanting his jokes to come off as rude or anything. "I-I didn't know. You two usually banter with me," he mentions.

"I know you mean well. I've seen that over the years we've studied together," Chan pauses, pushing himself off of the chair. "But, she's never really enjoyed jokes like that."

Chan leaves Seungmin standing near the bar in The Three Broomsticks, hoping to be able to catch up with you.

You bump into someone during your trek to the Great Hall. You lift your head, ready to apologize when you see that it's Seungmin. A sigh comes from your lips, trying to push past him.

"Wait, Y/N," Seungmin stops you, gently grabbing your wrist. "I wanted to apologize for earlier."

Your eyes widen at him, not expecting him to apologize to you. "What?" You whisper, furrowing your brows in confusion.

"Chan talked to me after you left, and he made me realize that my jokes… aren't all funny," he explains to you, releasing your wrist. "So, I wanted to apologize."

"Thank you," you tell him, smiling softly. "I appreciate the apology, Seungmin."

He nods his head before motioning towards the large doors. "After you," he smiles at you, allowing you to walk into the Great Hall first.

You two part ways as you make your way towards the Ravenclaw table. You find Chan instantly, seeing an empty seat beside him. You rush towards the brunette, and you squeeze his shoulders as soon as you reach him.

"Hey, you," Chan greets with a smile.

"Hey," you grin ear to ear, sitting down beside him. You lean your head on his shoulder, hooking an arm with his. "You'll never guess what happened before I got here."

Chan hums, and he turns his head to look at you. "What happened?" He asks with a soft smile.

"Seungmin apologized to me," you informed him with a light chuckle. You glance up to see his eyes widening. "I know! I thought the same thing."

He hums and glances towards the Slytherin table, seeing Seungmin chatting with Hyunjin and Minho. "Well, I'm glad he apologized to you. I know you're not fond of his "jokes,"" Chan mentions, combing his fingers through your hair.

"He mentioned that you said something. Thank you," you tell him. "I appreciate you so much."

Chan brings his hand to your face, lifting your chin. Your breath hitches in your throat as your eyes meet his. You swallow thickly upon seeing his gaze shift to your lips for a quick second.

"I-I don't think we should be doing this here," you whisper, your cheeks beginning to blush.

He blinks rapidly, snapping out of his daze. He releases your chin before clearing his throat. Chan looks away from you, wanting to hide the blush that's covering his cheeks.

"Sorry… I don't know what came over me," he says, avoiding eye contact.

Your heart pounds against your chest as you look at the students around you. You provide an apologetic smile at some who're glaring at you. You rest your hands on your lap as Headmaster Black takes the podium.

Chan slowly places his hand in your lap, his fingers fumbling with your clasped ones. You glance down at your hands, watching his index fingers trace yours. You lift your head to see your best friend's eyes on the man speaking.

You smile to yourself, unclasping your fingers before holding his hand. You slide closer to him and feel his thigh brushing yours. Chan strokes the back of your hand with his thumb, squeezing it gently.

He glances back at you and provides a fond smile. He leans forward to whisper into your ear, "Meet in our spot later?" You nod your head with no hesitation, and Chan presses a light kiss on your cheek.

Hours later, you find yourself sneaking into the astronomy tower. As soon as you make it to the top, a gasp leaves your lips. The stars are bright tonight, and you've missed stargazing here.

A sound comes from behind you, making you jump in your spot. Chan raises his hands in defense while walking closer to you. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," he laughs, grinning.

You place a hand on your chest and release a deep breath. "You can't do that to me," you chuckle, meeting the teen halfway.

"I'm sorry, sweetness," the pet name slips from his lips, causing his cheeks to blush a bit.

You giggle and shake your head, muttering that it's okay. The two of you walk towards the railing together before you lean against it.

"I can't believe it's our last year," you mention after five minutes of silence. "I feel like our time here moved so fast."

Chan laughs, and he nods his head. "I can agree to that. I can't believe it's our last year either," he mentions, looking up at the sky.

You look up at him, and you admire his side profile. He senses your eyes on him instantly, turning to look at you. "I…" you trail off, wanting to tell him how you feel. How you've felt since your first year.

"I know," he whispers, shifting his body to face you. "I do too."

You breathe a breath of relief, leaning forward to rest your head on his chest. Chan laughs and rubs his hand up and down your spine. His hand moves to the nape of your neck, and you lift your head to look at him again.

Chan dips down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. Your eyes flutter shut after you kiss him back, leaning on your toes. The kiss deepens when you feel his tongue gliding along your lip.

You break away from him, panting slightly at the kiss. His forehead rests against yours as the two of you stand in silence. "I love you, Y/N," Chan whispers, nudging his nose with yours.

Your heart flutters in your chest, grinning widely. "I love you, Chan."

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random-fandom-inserts · 1 year

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Oswald

After your hippogriff injures his wing, you send a letter to your old friend Newt Scamander, asking for help. Will it spark up old feelings?

Newt Scamander x F!Reader

My first fic with him, so I apologize if it’s bad but for the release of Hogwart’s Legacy, I felt the need to try💖

He hasn’t seen or heard from you in years. Ever since you guys left Hogwarts, contact with each other kind of faded. You’ve been busy with magical beasts, like him, going to remote locations to do so, even discovering a new one. As a Ravenclaw, he knows that your studies matter before all else, but Newt hoped that you guys would keep some sort of contact.

Of course, he could’ve sent you something, but he was too nervous.

Newt had a crush on you back when you guys were fifth years. You seem to care for creatures just like he did. He’s always wanted to say something, but he was too shy. Then you guys grew up and Newt became busy with his own work. Right now, he was back in America after his brother pulled some tough strings to allow him to travel internationally again.

“What’ll it be this time Newt?” Jacob asked his friend from behind the counter. The magizoologist was in the bakery, leaning against the counter with his case by his feet. Deep in thought, he jumped a bit at the voice.

“O-Oh...just the usual, Jacob.” Newt said while also bending down to clip shut one of the locks on his case, which flipped open for a second,

“Oh come on. But that’s so boring.” The man before him tried to push Newt to get something else, anything that he has put more time into, but the wizard wouldn’t have it.

“My usual, please.” Newt said while flashing a tiny smile. Jacob just sighed before grabbing him a blueberry muffin. He grabbed the baked good and began to unwrap when the sudden sound of something hitting the window startled both him, Jacob, and every other customer in the building. Turning around, Newt recognized your owl sliding down the glass.

He quickly rushed outside, where your owl had come to its senses. The bird fluffed its feathers a bit as Newt offered his arm as a perch. The owl flew up there and landed, and that’s when the wizard realized there was a note tied to its leg.

With shaky hands, he undid and read the letter...

“Newt! Where are you going?” Jacob voiced when the wizard rushed back into the bakery and grabbed his suitcase before rushing out again. Your owl has since vanished.

“I need to get to Scotland.” Newt replied, not stopping his gait. As he left the store, Jacob continued to follow, mumbling “Scotland” under his breath with a confused face. However, as he was wondering about that, Newt was already far ahead of him.

“Wait! Newt! Aren’t you gonna pay-” Jacob called out, but Newt had pulled out his wand and apparated.

“...Never mind.” He then mumbled before walking back into his bakery, trying to calm the public down while also generating loud excuses as for what just happened...

Newt landed in a forest. Based on the smell and surrounding vegetation, he would say that he reached his destination. Your letter said that you would be in this area, so he began walking. It didn’t state much besides that you had an injured creature on your hands. He didn’t know what he would be walking into, but at least his case would have everything that he might need. A small chirp in his pocket made him look down to see a dazed and confused Pickett.

“Sorry about that Pickett. Nearly there I believe.” Newt said to the bowtruckle, looking down.

Around a half hour or so, Newt left the cover of the trees and found himself on a dirt path. Upon following it for a bit, he was led to a grassy clearing that had a broken-down wooden cabin and barn. But that wasn’t what caught his attention and stole his breath away.

An onyx-colored hippogriff was laying in front of the barn with you by its side, gently stroking its feathers.

“H-Hello Y/N...” Newt said nervously, catching your attention. You looked over at him and it stole his breath away. You were still just as beautiful as all those years ago if not more so.

“It’s good to see you again Newt.” You said softly, smiling a bit. The hippogriff next to you lifted its head, noticing the wizard. Newt set his case down and lowered his body slightly in a bow, but the hippogriff didn’t seem to care as it got to its feet and hissed at him.

“Oswald! Stop!” You shouted at the beast as he clawed at the ground. Newt bowed even more in hopes it would appease the hippogriff and keep it from attacking, remaining calm as he did so.

But as the hippogriff spread open his wings to show dominance, he squawked in pain before falling back to his feet, where you began to pet him again.

“What happened to him?” Newt asked, concern for your beast overtaking any nervousness he has around you. Upon further inspection, he realized that the hippogriff’s left wing was bent awkwardly. You scootched a bit so he could crouch down next to you.

Close to you.

“He likes to fly, but I can’t always be with him. One time when he went out, he didn’t return for a while. Finally came back, but on foot. I noticed the wing and how his behavior changed each time I touched it.” You explained to him, keeping Oswald calm as Newt examined it. Your hippogriff seemed to calm down, sensing now that you trust this man to help him.

“I’m not to good with injured beasts, especially wings, I thought that you would know what to do...and I knew it would be nice to see you again.” You said with a smile, petting Oswald’s flank as the hippogriff shut his eyes. Newt nearly stopped breathing at your words but managed to compose himself for the sake of the injured creature in front of him.

“Yes, me too, I also am...I mean, I do know how to help him.” Newt struggled with his words, causing you to giggle a bit and his face to flush red.

A bit of prodding and beak-snapping later, Newt managed to secure and set your hippogriff’s wing. Give him around a month or more, and he’ll be back up in the skies in no time. A broken wing was indeed the culprit.

“Oswald...is he yours?” Newt asked as he watched the hippogriff sniff and bite at the work that was done on his wing. You were shoving his head away each time but nodded to answer the question.

“I saved his life and in turn...he saved mine.” It was all that you told him, and Newt didn’t pry. He knows that look in your eyes because he’s had it himself. Oswald was taken by poachers, probably like some other hippogriffs that weren’t so lucky. Newt didn’t even want to imagine what he looked like before you saved him.

Perhaps you could tell him the full story some other time.

“Anyway, what’s been up with you?” Your tone changed from one of sad to one of joy, and the smile was back on your face. Newt has been waiting for a chance to catch up with you, and here it was. He told you all about his travels, America, and so forth. All the creatures he discovered, Pickett popping out to say hello at this point, making you giggle. In turn, you’ve told him how busy you’ve been exploring and studying creatures. He was eager to hear about the new creature you discovered. Tanukisunes (created by yours truly), name meaning something along the lines of “tricksters”, which resembled foxes with multiple tails while having beautiful navy blue fur. Apparently, they like to trick travelers and steal their belongings, guiding them off the path until they are utterly lost. But they aren’t cruel, guiding the lost traveler back to their path after they’ve had their fun-granted, with some items missing.

“Sounds like they’d get along well with my niffler.” Newt said and you laughed, nodding. The two of you then watched Oswald, who has now gotten on his feet, eyeing the both of you, but Newt in particular, this stranger who you seemed to trust.

You guys watched as the hippogriff took a couple steps forward. Ready to intervene, you stood up, Newt mimicking your actions. However, Oswald did something you weren’t expecting.

He bowed.

“It seems Oswald has taken a liking to you after all. Trusts you as much as I do.” You said softly to Newt, causing the wizard to smile to himself at your words. He seemed to shift on his weight as your hippogriff got to his feet. Newt was nervous about something he was going to ask.

“I-I’m happy to hear that about Oswald because...” He hesitated a bit, swallowing nervously.

“Yes?” You urged him gently. Oswald walked over and nudged his shoulder, encouraging the wizard slightly. Pickett poked his head out and began to chatter incoherently, trying to persuade Newt to speak up. He was grateful for the creatures, feeling comfort from their actions.

“Because it’s not safe out here, and...I think it would be best for me to keep an eye on Oswald...j-just until his wing heals so...maybe you could come with me? There’s room.” Newt offered before gesturing towards his case. He was expecting you to hesitate before saying you were too busy, but you just smiled.

“I was thinking the same thing.”

The smile that spread across his face was enough to make any woman’s heart soar. Pickett chattered in delight, causing you to give him an odd look with a smile. Newt covered up the bowtruckle and gently shoved him back in his pocket. Oswald nuzzled you and you pet his beak in response.

“You’re very sweet, you know that?” You told him with a blush on your face.

“It’s because of you Y/N...always.” Newt told you, smiling softly. Oswald gave you guys looks before swishing his tail a bit, wanting to get on his merry way with you guys. So, Newt opened his case, and the hippogriff took a running leap into it, disappearing inside the larger space hidden within. Relief went in you to know he was safe now.

“After you.” He said politely.

“Such a gentleman.” You teased lightly before going into the case. However, before you disappeared entirely, you gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you so much.” You whispered lovingly, and then you went in, the case clicking shut behind you.

Newt was glad you vanished because you missed the lovestruck smile that he couldn’t wipe off his face. And knowing that you might care for him back made him a bit giddy. However, he was mostly relieved to know that you and your hippogriff were safe and sound with him. It was creatures that introduced you guys to each other, and now it was creatures that brought you together again. In the end, maybe creatures will bring you guys together for good.

But for now, Newt knows he has to return to America, with you in tow this time.

He still has to pay Jacob for that muffin.

#fantastic beats and where to find them #fantastic beasts #fantastic beasts imagines #newt scamander #newt scamander x reader #newt scamander imagine

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lyinginbedmon · 1 year

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Oh lordy is there bad things going down across the VTuber space right now so I’m gonna try and unpack them for ease of comprehension.

Real quick: A VTuber is essentially just a regular livestreamer but instead of a facecam they have a custom model (usually made of layered images but also often a full 3D object) that tracks their face and such. Big tiddy anime girl representation to say the least but it’s a very creative space.

Next: Silvervale, Silver for short. Silver is one such big tiddy anime (wolf) girl, who is part of a corporate group of VTubers called VShojo. I probably don’t need to describe much more for the purposes of this post.

Hogwarts Legacy is a video game based in the bigotry-entrenched universe of the Harry Potter franchise by notorious face-of-transphobia Joanne K. Rowling. Since its announcement in 2018, trans individuals and groups have quite rightly highlighted numerous ethical and moral problems with the game ranging from the inherent bigotry of the setting, to the involvement of literal far-right YouTubers in its development, to just the basic stuff like its success greenlighting further instalments all while Rowling pockets royalties to (expressly) further fund her anti-trans projects (which includes her writing Literally being read into record to quash things like the Equality Act).

The general advice, which would be true regardless of your actual thoughts on the game or franchise, was to just not play it. That way Rowling makes less money, fewer future games are made, and nobody gets hurt as a result. You end your day $60 better off that you can spend on some other big game that isn’t basically radioactive.

To say the Video Gamers did not take that advice well would be an understatement, but things get really ugly when a streamer who otherwise professes to creating a calm and friendly atmosphere, who makes claims to being an ally, gives in and plays the Wizard Game. I’m not going to say that people haven’t been harassed for playing it, almost certainly someone has, but I just don’t have the data to be certain that it goes much further than just posting “trans rights” in chat.

Enter Silvervale. Despite half a decade of advance warning that she shouldn’t play this game, she played it anyway. Live on camera. The community she’d fostered for years didn’t take this well either, and the stream ended early amid purported harassment from the chat. Silver wasn’t the first VTuber to play the Wizard Game, but she was one of the first English-speaking ones.

Things could have just quietly ended there, but Silver then returned to streaming with more of the game and a statement that she had been “harassed” by “freaks and degenerates” on Twitter. Not her best choice of words, but the damage was done.

Because of the 5-year leadup to the Wizard Game releasing, the right-wing mob had already noticed the controversy around it and had made Huge investments into buying and promoting the game as well as spewing vitriol against anyone who even slightly suggested that doing so was in poor taste. They naturally then flocked to Silver’s defense and, following her unfortunate description of “marginalised people making their discomfort known as they had declared they would Years in advance” using language straight from 1930s Germany, started directly attacking any streamer who voiced their intent not to play the game however detailed their reasoning.

As a brief aside, there’s some confusion over how Silver’s chat moderation is set up, seemingly blocking such phrases as “trans rights are human rights”. Some say it’s an overzealous automod, others that her moderators are actually blocking the phrases, it’s unclear and not hugely worth focusing on here. But I mention it because it’s one of the common points made as people state their side on this issue.

This has essentially made Silver the face of transphobic bigotry in the VTuber community, whether or not she actually considers herself aligned with such bigots. Multiple smaller and independent trans VTubers have completely stopped streaming because of the bile being spewed at them by people with the likes of #IStandWithSilver in their bios. The overlaps between accounts on social media posting in her defense and numerous far-right hate movements is as undeniable as it is unpleasant to catalogue.

And boy that’s just the foundation of this whole sorry affair.

Another VTuber who is part of the same company as Silver, VShojo, is Apricot (more commonly called Froot). Froot not only decided to vocally not play the Wizard Game, but to post a tweet saying that she would personally donate to UK trans children’s charity Mermaids for every like the tweet received. She added that her brother is trans and she supports him immensely.

So the bigots that leapt to Silver’s defense very predictably started calling Froot a paedophile and child groomer, which is more or less what they label every pro-trans individual ever these days. Froot had to lock replies on her charity post and her post about her brother as a result, though the tweets remain up.

Most recently, a third peer in VShojo called Ironmouse came to Silver’s defense specifically in opposition to the alleged harassment she received which, again, anyone could have seen coming in the last 5 years by googling the Steam page for this game.

And honestly, at this point, whatever actually happened to Silver in that first stream is completely irrelevant because she’s become the rallying cry of people who actively want to exterminate the entire trans community from cradle to grave and literally beyond. And so much of it could be resolved or at least get the wind out of its sails if she took 5 minutes to just apologise for and disavow everything that happened in her name after she decided to keep playing the Wizard Game.

But, and I say this with no disrespect to Silver, I’m not holding my breath.

#long post #vshojo #vtubers #drama #wizard game #I've been trying not to just constantly talk about this issue #but the disk horse just keeps getting WORSE

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sebastianswallows · 1 year

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POLIA'S FANFIC MASTERLIST

Hello! 💞 I'm Polly. Thanks for visiting my blog. I started out writing mainly for Hogwarts Legacy, but my obsessions branched out to Tom Riddle and Feyd-Rautha. This blog is now a mix of the 1950s and sci-fi lol Hope you enjoy!

TAGS: fanfics • headcanons • moodboards • ai chat bots GENRES: fluff 🌼 • angst 🔪 • smut 🔥 LINKS: AO3 • Pinterest • cAI Masterlist UPDATED: 2 V 2024

SEBASTIAN SALLOW

IT'S NOT LIKE ANY OTHER LOVE — 🌼🔪🔥 | In order to cast an unforgivable curse, you have to mean it. So how does Sebastian make himself want to hurt the girl he’s been harbouring a huge crush on? AO3 • Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4 • Part 5 • completed

DANGEROUS AND DELIGHTFUL — 🌼🔪🔥 | Sebastian is a purveyor of forbidden artefacts, a dark arts researcher, and a curse-breaker for hire. Ominis, desperate to save him from himself, hires Reader in secret to persuade him, by any means necessary, to leave his illegal activities behind. AO3 • masterlist • completed

THE DARKER SIDE OF LIFE — 🔥 | Prompt: Body worship with Sebastian, in particular his thighs. AO3 • oneshot

NEAT LITTLE CONTRAPTIONS — 🌼 | Prompt: Sebastian and MC take a fluffy shower together. AO3 • oneshot

WHEN IT RAINS — 🌼🔥 | Prompt: Sebastian and MC caught in the rain. AO3 • oneshot

A DIFFERENT KIND OF KEY — 🔪🔥 | Prompt: Breeding kink with Sebastian. AO3 • oneshot • alternative ending

LOVE LESSONS — 🌼🔪🔥 | Prompt: Sebastian teaches reader how to accept love. AO3 • oneshot

BEAUTIFUL MEMORIES — 🌼🔪🔥 | Prompt: Sebastian is sentenced to Azkaban for six months. When he is released, he finds MC is expecting a child. AO3 • Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • completed

OMINIS GAUNT

HAND IN HAND — 🌼 | Ominis teaches the main character how to read braille by tenderly placing his hand atop theirs to guide them while reading aloud. AO3 • oneshot

BLIND LUCK — 🌼 | Prompt: MC loses her sight and has to rely on Ominis for guidance. AO3 • oneshot

A NEW FAMILY — 🔪🔥 | Prompt: Ominis gets tired of his family, embraces the dark arts, and murders them. Now, he can start a family of his own. AO3 • Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4 • Part 5 • Part 6 • Part 7 • Part 8 • Part 9 • completed

TOM RIDDLE

ARDOUR — 🌼🔪🔥 | Professor Tom helps his favourite student when she comes to him for help after being hit with a strong aphrodisiac. AO3 • Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • completed

THE ENGLISH CLIENT — 🌼🔪🔥| Tom is working for Borgin and Burkes. He has to retrieve an ancient book, but needs to convince the reader to give it to him. AO3 • masterlist • ongoing

FEYD-RAUTHA HARKONNEN

DREAMED OF YOU — 🌼🔪 | A Bene Gesserit sister is sent to kill Feyd. She hesitates as she watches him sleep, all the way until he wakes up and catches her. AO3 • oneshot

THE LITTLE DEATH — 🔪🔥| Feyd wants to have a Bene Gesserit of his own. AO3 • Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4 • Part 5 • Part 6 • Part 7 • ongoing

HEADCANONS

Ominis Gaunt Headcanons

Don't think about how Ominis will never be able to see the Mirror of Erised.

Do you ever think about how a female MC reminds Sebastian of Anne?

The link between the Inferi and Anne's curse

Soft Sebastian headcanons

Sad adult!Seb headcanons

Monster boys Ominis and Sebastian

How Sebastian and Ominis would react to Anne's death

Sad Feyd Headcanons

#Sebastian Sallow #Ominis Gaunt #Tom Riddle #Sebastian Sallow fanfiction #Sebastian Sallow x reader #Ominis Gaunt fanfiction #Ominis Gaunt x reader #Tom Riddle fanfiction #Tom Riddle x reader #harry potter fanfiction #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #Feyd #Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen #Feyd Rautha #Feyd Rautha x reader #Feyd Rautha imagine #Feyd oneshot #sswallow;fanfics #sswallow;made a thing

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cranetreegang · 9 months

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He's a Gaunt - Ominis x FemReader

Summary: With a courtship with Ominis, she isn't spared from the more viscous rumors surrounding him.

Word Count: ~4,400 words

Warnings: Mild Violence/Leander Slander

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They’re crossing the courtyard at a slow, leisurely pace. He’s close to her ear while he speaks in a soft, low whisper for only her to hear as he escorts her to class - stifling their laughter as he informs her of the latest gossip he’s overheard. With a warm smile, she looks up at the boy she’s tangled arms with. His head is angled towards her and he has a similar, tender, smile playing on his lips. She subconsciously squeezes his arm and he laughs.

“Have you not grown tired of my face yet?” He teases with a smirk.

She huffs, a blush staining her cheeks, “What makes you say that?”

He laughs again, “I can feel when you’re staring at me, darling. And you’ve not stopped since we’ve crossed Central Hall. Have I grown a second nose without realizing? Or have I finally bored you with my ramblings?”

Her eyes don’t leave his warming face and she leans her head on his shoulder for a moment, before standing back up right.

“You could never bore me, my dear Ominis. And I would apologize for my staring, but I’m not actually sorry,” she giggles as he grins widely at her. “I can’t help myself. You’re captivating. Two noses and all.”

His cheeks flush into a beautiful shade of pink and red. His eyes, gray and shining, see past her as he whispers,

“You flatter me. But, it’s me who’s the lucky one to have you on my arm.”

She smiles and squeezes his arm once more, wrapping herself more around him. While they aren’t entirely open with their relationship out in public, it’s these little gestures that send her over the moon. In fact, as far as anyone is concerned, it appears as if she’s the one guiding him around. Something Ominis uses to his advantage to be as close to her as possible - while maintaining an air of decency and propriety. Ever the gentleman, she muses to herself.

He leads them around a corner and his wand points right to where her classroom is just down the hallway. A hint of a frown plays on his lips and hardens his eyes. She smiles at how disgruntled he gets when they have to part - however brief it may be.

“Thank you for walking me to class,” she whispers.

“Of course.”

She takes in his handsome features one last time then says, “I’ll meet you at the Great Hall after?”

He turns to her and untangles himself from her grasp. His hand finds hers and he takes it up to his lips to press a soft kiss.

“I look forward to it,” he replies with a smile.

Her heart skips a beat and she keeps a tight hold of his hand to keep him from drifting too far. Sparing a quick glance around to ensure they were alone, she leans closer to him and his breath hitches at how near she is.

She places a kiss on his cheek then whispers, “Until then.”

His eyes are wide, and his cheeks are engulfed in a bright red that spreads all the way to his ears. He swears his mind blanks from the simple show of affection.

She giggles at how easily flustered he gets. Before she can slip away from his grasp, he pulls her back around the corner in a swift movement. He pockets his wand and cups her cheek to hold her in place then he crashes his lips to hers in an all too warm kiss. Hearing her soft hum, makes him smirk and he parts with a slight grin still on his face. He presses his forehead to hers with a sigh.

“Cheeky minx,” he teases with a smirk. “You make it impossible to want to leave you.”

She giggles, “That’s the point.”

He smiles, his eyes aflame with a kind of joy and adoration she’s never seen in anyone else before. Shutting his eyes, he releases his hold on her - allowing her to step away from him.

“I’ll see you soon,” she smiles at him as she finally heads towards her class.

“Have a good lesson.”

She spares a final glance back towards him, and he’s angled towards her with a soft smile. She practically skips into the classroom, her fingers playing on her smiling lips the rest of the lecture.

The class is wholly uneventful and she’s more than ready to head to the Great Hall by the time it ends. She makes it a few steps outside the classroom when someone rushes up to be next to her.

“Hello,” Leander greets with a tense smile.

Her brows raise with surprise, “Hello, Leander.”

“Nice day, eh?”

“I… suppose it was, yes,” she cranes her head slightly while he lets out an awkward chuckle. A silence falls between them as they continue walking. He’s fidgeting with his hands and she can’t stand it anymore.

“What’s wrong? You seem nervous,” she questions.

Leander sighs and stops walking, causing her to do the same. He glances around before saying,

“You and Gaunt seem pretty close.”

Her lips part in surprise, but she gives a slow nod, “Yes. I’d say so.”

Leander groans, running his hand through his slicked back hair, “Look, I don’t know how to say this, but, I saw you two,” he looks around and leans in close to whisper, “kissing before class.”

“Oh,” she whispers and her whole body flushes. She waits as a pair of classmates walk by before asking, “Did anyone else see?”

He shakes his head, “No, it was just me.”

“Oh, good,” she chuckles. “Would you mind keeping it to yourself? We would rather keep our relationship a bit more on the private side, if you wouldn’t mind.”

He nods, “Y-Yeah… um,” he rubs the back of his neck, “so you are-, you two are… together then?”

A faint blush warms her cheeks as she smiles, “Yes. I suppose he is courting me.”

She swears Leander turns a shade paler at the statement and her eyes widen at the sudden distress.

“Is everything alright?” She wonders.

Leander shifts between his feet, looking nervously around as if someone were to appear at any moment.

“I know you’re still unfamiliar with many of the Families,” he begins with a tight frown, “which is why you probably don’t know.”

“Don’t know what?” She questions, her features contorting into worry.

“You’re in danger,” he hisses under his breath, his eyes darting all around.

“Danger?” she whispers back. “From what? Who?”

Leander huffs and says between clenched teeth, “For being with a Gaunt.”

She recoils a bit with wide eyes, “What? How?”

He sighs, “The Gaunt family comes from a long, long line of Pure-bloods. Direct heirs to Salazar Slytherin - they are. And they have always been heavily involved in the Dark Arts. Everyone knows that.”

“What does that have to do with Ominis?”

He lets out a snort, “Well, isn’t it obvious?”

She crosses her arms with pinched brows, “No. It’s not. Speak plainly, Leander. What’re you trying to get at?”

“Gaunt-,”

“Ominis,” she cuts him off with a glare. “His name is Ominis.”

Leander huffs, “Ominis, is still a Gaunt. I mean, do you truly believe he’s never partaken in the Dark Arts before? It’s practically ingrained in his very bones. He was born into it. It’s a part of him. It’s who he is.

She’s shaking her head, so Leander continues, “Do you truly think him being born blind is a coincidence? He was cursed, for Merlin’s sake. Why else would he still be blind? And if you stay with him, you’ll end up cursed as well. It’s only a matter of time.”

“Enough!” She hisses. “You don’t know anything, Leander. You have no idea what he’s like. And he most certainly isn’t just a ‘Gaunt’.”

She continues walking to the Great Hall in hopes to end the conversation, but Leander easily catches up with her in a few long strides.

“Well, I do know you aren’t Pure-blooded. Do you have any idea what the Gaunt’s do to those not of Pure-blooded status? Even if you are interested in their unwanted son, his family will never allow your courtship - let alone marriage. They’ll only view you as someone dating above their station. You have no real future with him.”

Her breath hitches at the thought and her nostrils flare - her skin beginning to burn hotter with his every word.

“Then that’s our problem, Leander. It doesn’t concern you,” she snaps with a sharp glare towards him.

They walk down the stairs of Central Hall where several eyes follow them as they pass. She grimaces at her outburst - noting how her nails are digging into the flesh of her palms.

Leander huffs, “Why are you so insistent on being with him?”

She rolls her eyes with a scoff.

“Why are you so insistent on me not being with him? Why do you care?”

“Because I am trying to get you to understand that you shouldn’t be associating yourself with someone like him. You are far too kind, and smart, an-and pretty to let it all go to waste.”

She freezes in place and stares at him with wide eyes.

“Leander… are you… what are you doing?”

Leander runs his hand through his red hair and takes a deep breath, “I am trying to say that you should be with someone better. Someone who can treat you right. And who won’t potentially corrupt you with Dark Magic, if he hasn’t already.”

“‘If he hasn’t already’?” She clenches her fists at her sides. She sucks in a sharp breath and looks away from him, “I am sorry you have such a poor conception of Ominis, but he is not who you believe him to be. He is kind and I am quite happy to be with him. You would know all of this if you’d taken the time to actually get to know him - instead of assuming all these horrible things about him.”

Her voice wavers and she curses herself for getting so emotional over this. These rumors aren’t unfamiliar as Ominis would bring them up himself on occasion - telling her how outlandish some are, and how humorous he finds them. But, to hear these vile things first-hand is something she’s wholly underprepared for. Especially since she knows how beautiful of a person he is.

“While I appreciate your concern, it is totally misplaced,” she turns on her heel away from him. “Now, if you would excuse me, I would like to end this discussion.”

She’s about to storm away when he calls after her.

“He’s probably already used some of his dark magic on you, and you’ve not realized.”

Despite knowing better, she freezes in place.

He continues, “That’s probably why you’re so insistent on being with him. He’s used the Dark Arts to seduce you, and you don’t even know it. Why else would you be with someone like Gaunt-,”

She whirls around, and her fist connects with Leander’s jaw with a satisfying smack before her mind can tell her to stop. Leander stumbles back in surprise until he falls on his rear, clutching onto his face. Classmates all around them exclaim and jeer at the spectacle while Leander looks up at her with teary eyes. Her knuckles ache and radiate pain all the way up her arm, but she refuses to let Leander see that.

“Keep his name, and your disgusting disingenuous accusations about him, out of your mouth, Prewett,” she seethes.

“Young lady!” Madame Scribner rushes up with a scowl. “You cannot just assault your classmate like some sort of barbarian!”

Her eyes widen and look between the furious librarian and the nearly sobbing Leander, “I-, But-,”

“No ‘buts’,” she snaps. “Detention. Now. You’re coming with me.”

Madame Scribner yanks her by the arm and drags her away towards the library. Laughter and more jeers follow after her while she groans to herself. Ominis is going to kill her.

Ominis keeps angling his head towards the entrance of the Great Hall while he pushes his food around.

She’s late.

He shakes his head and takes a few bites. She’s probably caught up with class, or one of her many friends stopped her on the way here. Now he wishes he had been there to walk with her to the Great Hall. His brows pinch while he shoves more of his food around his plate. Excited chatter is shared throughout the hall and he’s all but tuned it out until her name reaches his ears.

“What?” Ominis perks up. “What did you say?”

A girl across from him giggles, “Oh, didn’t you hear? She punched Leander right in the face! Shame you can’t see him right now, Gaunt. She gave him a good wallop and he’s pouting with his fellow cubs about it.”

“She… punched Leander?” Ominis’ brows dip in confusion.

“I know. Such a Muggle thing of her to do. Personally, I would’ve used a hex of some sort,” the girl states. “Anyways, it’s too bad Madame Scribner caught her in the act. I'd have given her a chocolate frog for taking down one of those Gryffindor prats a peg or two.”

The girls go back to gossiping amongst themselves and Ominis grimaces. Sebastian takes his place next to him and says,

“Take it you heard about her getting detention.”

Ominis nods, “Just now. Do you know why she lashed out at him?”

Sebastian laughs, “I’m sure he said something stupid, and she merely retaliated.”

“She doesn’t just ‘retaliate’ unless there’s good reason,” Ominis states as his mind begins to whirl. “Did Leander start a fight with her? Did he hurt her? Are you sure all she’s getting is just an evening of detention? They aren’t wanting to expel her or anything, are they?”

“I don’t know, Ominis,” Sebastian replies with a curt tone. “All I know is that she punched him - and now she’s in detention for it. Although,” Sebastian chuckles and whispers into Ominis’ ear, “with how nervous Leander looks every time he glances your way - I’d wager he might’ve said something about you to her.”

Ominis scowls, “What in Merlin’s name could he have possibly said to warrant her to do something so reckless?”

Another student sits down, gossiping about the incident as well. Ominis cranes his head towards the eager student.

“I saw the whole thing! Leander was talking to her - kept hearing Gaunt’s name being thrown about. The Dark Arts, too. Well, she didn’t like it one bit. She decked him right in the jaw and he started crying! Then she said, ‘Keep his name out of your mouth, Prewett’. Oh, it was class!”

Ominis’ shoulders stiffen and Sebastian places a reassuring hand on his forearm.

“It’ll be fine, Ominis. You’ll see her after detention then you can find out what actually happened - instead of all this hearsay rubbish,” Sebastian reassures, then he starts to chuckle. “I do wish you could see Leander though. His face is as swollen as his eyes. I’d wager it’ll take all year for him to recover his pride.”

Ominis is silent the rest of dinner. Once he’s in the Common Room, he paces back and forth while his mind jumps from one worrying question to the next.

Had he put her in a position to act like that? What did Prewett say to her? How were the Dark Arts involved? She’s not unfamiliar with the unsavory rumors about him, so why react so violently?

He has half a mind to go find Prewett himself, but the notion does nothing other than sate his restlessness. He lets out a heavy breath and resigns himself to wait for her by the lake-side window. Listening to the water flowing past the glass is enough to distract his thoughts. Soon, the Common Room is devoid of his fellows - leaving him alone to wait for her.

It’s late by the time she arrives. Her hand is sore from having to write out 1,000 lines of ‘I will not resort to violence against my fellow classmates’ and she has book organization in the morning to top it all off. She’s shuffling towards her dorm when her eyes land on him by the center bay window - his attention towards the lake. She almost prays he doesn’t notice her.

“I missed you at dinner.”

His soft but stern voice echoes in the quiet Common Room. He faces her with a neutral expression, but makes no move to stand.

She grimaces, trudging over to him with a tight frown, then takes a seat across from him on the ground. His whole body is rigid - his lips pursed and his brows pinched. She bites her lip and stares at the stone floor between them.

“I’m sorry. I… got detention,” she admits in a quiet voice.

Ominis nods, “I heard. What made you think punching Leander, of all people, to be a good idea?”

She shifts her gaze out into the dark abyss of the lake.

“I… didn’t think about it.”

“Then, why?” He seethes in a sharp tone. “Why would you do something so extraordinarily foolish and reckless? Even for you. You could’ve gotten in serious trouble. You could have been expelled. And for what? Mhm? Tell me. Tell me what was worth your possible expulsion?”

She looks back at him, taking in the underlying worry pinching at his handsome features despite his harsh words saying otherwise. She moves to be next to him and his hand is quick to be on her thigh. She cups his cheek to smooth out the wrinkles until he softens his hard gaze. He lowers his head until he’s able to rest it against her own.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I didn’t mean to make you worry.”

His hand covers hers, lowering it from his face then he holds it gently in both of his. His fingers graze over her knuckles and he can feel patches of hot skin against his cool touch. He grimaces.

“Did you do it because of me?”

She frowns, “I did it because Leander was saying cruel things. He had no idea what he was talking about.”

“I’d like to know what happened,” he says quietly.

She’s tempted to keep the vile things Leander said to herself. But, with how Ominis gazes at her with concern and how he holds her, she finds it impossible to keep anything from him.

“Leander saw us kissing before class today,” she admits in a hushed tone.

His brows raise, “Oh…,”

“He thought it imperative to tell me about how dangerous you are. How you’ll ‘corrupt’ me with the Dark Arts at any moment, if you haven’t already. Then he brought up how you are Pure-blooded and I am… not,” she catches a flicker of a wince rippling across his features and she grimaces. “Which, I know you don’t care about, but your family does.”

He shifts into a stoic expression with his lips in a tight line. At her silence, he whispers, “What else? I know he had to have said more. Tell me. I need to hear all of it.”

She squeezes his hand with a heavy breath, “He said you were cursed. It’s why you’re… blind. And that it would be only a matter of time before I’m cursed as well. Then he said that you must be using the Dark Arts on me otherwise I wouldn’t want to be with you. And that’s when I punched him.”

She keeps her gaze away from his and instead stares at his hand stroking hers. He lingers on her knuckles with every pass, causing his brows to furrow each time.

He’s silent for several breaths before he finally whispers, “I see.”

She looks up at him and takes in his troubled expression. Shifting closer to him, she holds his hand tighter.

“I don’t believe a word of it, Ominis. I know you. And if Leander had taken the time to know you too, then he wouldn’t have said those things.”

Ominis shakes his head, “But, not all those things he said were untrue. My family does care about blood status. A great deal, in fact. And there was a time when my parents suspected I had been cursed. I am also not… unfamiliar with the Dark Arts.”

She squeezes his hand with a soft sigh, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s not your fault,” Ominis gives her a small smile. “I’ve accepted who I am. Ailments and all.”

She leans down and kisses the top of his hand still covering hers, “And I love you all the same.”

His eyes warm into a gentle adoration and his smile fully forms.

“And I love you,” he whispers. “I… wish he didn’t tell you those things. I…,” he sighs and feels over her bruised knuckles with a grimace. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to defend me. The words he said - I’ve heard them all before - you already know this,” his blueish-gray eyes try to find hers.

Under the rippling water, Ominis’ features become a living canvas of dark aquamarine - emitting a soft radiance which outlines his every contour with a liquid glow. Kneeling next to him, she feels akin to being at the altar of some god. With a shaky hand, she guides him to face towards her - earning a soft smile from him. Her lip trembles as Leander’s words - and all the other horrible rumors - claw at her thoughts.

“I hate that you’ve ever had to hear such things, Ominis. Truly. Listening to Leander speak so heinously about you, it-,it broke my heart,” her voice wavers and she sucks in a sharp breath to keep herself from crying.

He cups her cheek and urges her to him, pressing each other together with their noses brushing.

“None of it matters to me. I only care about what the people closest to my heart think of me,” he professes.

She gives a small nod, “I know. Doesn’t make it right though.”

He kisses her forehead, tenderly tucking her hair behind her ear.

“Come here, my sweet,” he tugs her to his chest and she nestles herself against him. “I promise - their words don’t hurt me. I’m more upset they’ve caused you such distress.”

She hides into the crook of his neck, “I’m sorry. You’re very important to me, Ominis.”

His arms tighten around her, “And you are to me as well,” he sighs while resting his head onto hers. “Promise me you won’t lash out like that again. It’s not worth you getting into trouble.”

She lifts herself up enough to look at him, and she says in a rather stern voice, “I can’t promise you that.”

He’s about to protest when she continues,

“I will try to keep my… temper in check. But, I won’t promise that I’ll stand idly by as him - or anyone else for that matter - speak about you in such a vile manner. I won’t. I would suffer any punishment for it as well. Detention, expulsion - none of it means anything to me if I chose to stand by and let the ones I love be talked down upon.”

“I… didn’t know you felt so strongly about this,” he whispers. His eyes shut and he lets out a soft chuckle, “You’re so very ornery,” he has a gentle look as he nods. “Fine. It seems you’ve made up your mind - and who am I to try to change that,” he sighs while stroking her cheek. “Just try not to go around beating up the whole school - would you?”

She kisses his cheek then places herself back against his chest, “Fine. I’ll try.”

He sighs at how warm she is against him and he places another kiss on top of her forehead. He’s silent, enjoying the calmness of her breaths and the gentleness of her heart against him. He plays with her hair in deep thought, nearly lulling to sleep when her soft voice breaks the silence.

“I do hope some of the things he said aren’t true,” she murmurs. Before he can ask, she continues with a heavy voice,

“He said our courtship would never last. That I have no future with you because your family would never allow us…,” she trails off and he feels over her face to find a frown tugging on her lips.

“Allow us to what?” His question is just above a whisper.

“To marry.”

His eyes widen then his features fall into a tight grimace.

“It’s true. They would never give their blessing to us,” he murmurs then a warm smile starts to form. He plays with her hair as he shyly asks, “You would consider marriage… with me?”

She snorts with a soft chuckle, “You’ll have to propose to know that answer, Ominis.”

His whole face breaks into a bright smile while his cheeks ignite in an even brighter blush. It spreads all the way to his ears and she giggles while stroking his cheek.

“Well, no matter the answer, you’ve made me very happy to hear that you’re serious about a possible future together,” he admits in a quiet voice. “I’ve thought about it as well. While my family will never approve of us, I don’t rightly care. I want to be together. I want to be with you for as long as you’ll have me.”

She smiles, “Good. Because I want the same. We’ll figure it out. Nothing will keep us apart.”

With a tender kiss, they seal their promise to one another. He holds her close, unable to stop smiling.

“I have to know,” he says in a teasing tone, “did Prewett actually cry?”

She giggles and buries herself into his neck, “Like a baby.”

He laughs, holding her tighter, “Oh, what I would’ve given to have heard that.”

They giggle together, basking in each other’s embrace under the lake’s tranquil waters.

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