#hphl fanfic

[expectodragons]

The Art of Receiving || 18+ Oneshot

✦ Summary: The stress of studying for your final exams is finally getting to you and you're in desperate need of some relief.

✦ Pairing: Aesop Sharp x Female Reader

✦ Word Count: 2,230

✦ Rating: Explicit, 18+ only - minors do not interact.

✦ Tags / Warnings: Age difference, oral sex (f!receiving), PWP, reader is of age, slight power dynamics, student/professor relationship, vaginal fingering.

It was not often you found yourself in use of the bath in the Prefect’s bathroom. The place was a privilege for but a select few students, yourself included. Being a Quidditch Captain did have its benefits, after all. But rarely did you find the time, or the need, to traverse the many steps up to the hidden room.

Today, however, had given you every single reason to seek out the vast warm waters of the pool-like tub.

Exam season was upon the castle and your nerves, in particular, were due to fry if you spent another moment huddled over a dusty tome in the library with your group of fellow seventh-years. Between a series of challenging classes and the overwhelming air of expectation that was placed upon you by your professors, you were a step short of collapsing.

You had felt your eyes blurring together the words of Malinda Haddock and her many essays on the intricacies of advanced Transfiguration in the fifteenth century. Your head had pounded against the table, much to the concern of Poppy who had been working alongside you.

It felt like your mind could consume no more information – a sponge already seeping out water – you were at your fill of knowledge. And nothing the famed witch could say about the difficulties of transfiguring avian creatures into knitting needles could breach your mental walls.

So, with a weary pace, you had found yourself taking the long journey up to the top of the South Wing’s tower. Flicking the spigot on every faucet until the bath filled with technicolor soap and kaleidoscope-colored bubbles floated into the air. Time had passed without your awareness, so lost in the delicious sensation of warm water rippling over your stressed shoulders.

But, when you at last extracted yourself from the lovely bath and had dried and dressed yourself once again, you finally took notice of the time. Curfew was due to start in but a few minutes and dinner was obviously out of the question.

As you descend the spiral staircase, eager to pick up your pace in an effort to make it to your common room before the clock strikes the hour, you find yourself face-to-face with a particular Potion Master.

“Ah,” Sharp says your name in that slow sardonic tone. He peers up at you from his lower position on the staircase.

“Professor Sharp,” you say in polite admonishment.

If he held you up any longer, you would never make it to your common room in time.

Sharp takes a step, and then another. And even though he’s three steps below your position on the landing, he’s fully eye-level with you.

“You were absent from dinner this evening.”

Your chin juts out, ever so slightly, “I was. And if you’ll excuse me, I wish to make it to my dorm before curfew begins, sir.”

The professor gives an amused hum of consideration. You feel your cheeks become aflame with heat with the look he bestows upon you.

Resting a hand on the banister, he leans into the rails, as though he has nowhere to be in a particular hurry.

“How are your study sessions coming along? I believe the entirety of your year has taken over Scribner’s domain this past week.”

With a huff of annoyance, an impatience sending your feet rocking back and forth, you respond with a simple, “Fine.”

“And your classes? You’re keeping up with the workload I imagine?”

“Yes, sir. If you excuse me, please. I really must get going.”

Before you can so much as brush past him on the other side of the staircase, Sharp moves another step forward and takes a gentle hold of your right arm – your skin still radiates the warmth from your long bath and you know he can feel it between his fingers as his thumb begins to rub a steady rhythm against your hammering pulse point.

The two of you rarely appeared together outside of the safety of his office. Where he could lock the doors and cast a simple Muffliato upon the room. Your meetings were cherished, but increasingly rare as the days leading up to the NEWTs kept you away. But here, in the Faculty Tower – on the top landing of the tower, at that – you feel a familiar rush of desire pooling in your stomach as Aesop takes a final step forward.

Towering over you now, you can feel his warm breath upon your face. Smell the comforting aroma of sandalwood and musk that lingers on his robes. You can even see the beginnings of that familiar small smile of his that sends your heart racing anytime he shares it with you.

“You must be exhausted, my dear.”

The firm press of his thumb on your wrist has your knees buckling, lost in the weight of his heavy stare.

“It… has been rather stressful.”

“Hmm,” he hums in return. His charcoal-colored eyes bore into you as if undressing you here in the corridor before he seemed to make a decision – a sudden flicker of interest across his face your only warning.

“Perhaps you are in need of some relief, as it were.”

You gulp, feeling a flood of want surging through your chest. Your neck flushes with warmth and your ears begin to burn as you carefully turn your wrist in his hold until your fingers wrap around his thumb.

“Perhaps, sir.”

With a thin smile, Aesop leads you the few short steps up to his personal chambers.

This was one place you had never adventured before.

There had been two, and only two, separate occasions in your time with the potions professor, where a secret rendezvous occurred outside of his office. Once, in a hidden nook in the Bell Tower when the majority of the school was out on a Hogsmeade trip. And one very heated exchange in the changing rooms after a quidditch match when the rest of your team was headed off to the common room to celebrate your victory.

But this?

You allow your gaze to wander around the red-toned room. Taking in the small things that took up your professor’s private space. It was hardly as neat as you would have assumed it to be. Stacks of papers, bottles, and potion tools littered every available space. A lone chair sat before a blazing fire. A curious glance towards an ajar doorway nearly has your attention before Aesop’s hand cups your face.

“Now…” he intones. “What to do with you?”

Creeping up on your tiptoes, you lean into his touch.

“I could think of a thing or two.”

He chuckles, curling a finger through the damp locks of your hair.

“I imagine you could. However…” his gaze goes distant, seemingly transfixed by the droplets of water that travel from your hair down to his finger.

Giving an experimental tug, he brings you closer – holding onto but a single strand of your hair. You allow yourself to be pulled, pressing up to meet his curved smile as a kiss, almost too sweet, is placed upon your lips.

“Poor, poor girl,” he murmurs against your lips, tilted back just enough to keep him from making contact with your eager mouth. “Drowning under the pressure of your studies. Has no one shown you proper care these past few weeks?”

His snide remarks only have you leaning up to try and join your lips together once again, but he remains stubbornly persistent in refusing you further. Much to his own delight, apparently, as a wolfish grin materializes on his face.

And then his hands are traveling down your sides. Fingers pressing into the curve of your waist, the small swell of your stomach, the dip of your hips. As you wrap your arms around his neck, his head lowered to almost rest upon your shoulder, you feel the cool air of the room caress your legs as you find your skirt being pushed up.

“If only someone was willing to spare you a thought, hmm?” he crones.

Calloused fingers meet your bare skin, following the gentle curve of your inner thighs as they trail higher and higher.

“What have we here?”

You can sense the pleased smile on his face as his fingers delve into the wet heat between your legs – your eyes closing and your head tilting back in delight at the first brush of his knuckle across your lips.

Warm breath tickles your ear as teeth gently tug at the lobe.

“Eager indeed.”

At last, you lean against him, moaning a gentle, “Aesop.”

He smirks, removing his hands – allowing your skirt to fall back into place – as he pulls you toward the door across the room. Walking backward, he presses the entry open and leads you into a smaller room. Your eyes flash across an array of furniture, covered portraits, stacks of cauldrons, and books, before falling upon the bed.

“My darling girl,” he smooths, turning you slowly in his embrace until you find your knees backed into the crimson sheets of his bed.

A gentle press on your shoulder has you sitting down like a good student, while the man before you drops to a single knee. Your hands grip the sheets like a vice as your skirt is rolled up onto the tops of your thighs and two large palms press your knees apart.

Sharp settles there, in the V of your legs, as a hand lazily drags through the warm slick of your desire. Perhaps another clever quip could be said then, but his dark gaze has zeroed in on his own fingers now, and with a muffled cry parting from your lips Aesop leans forward and licks a warm stripe up your quim.

Pulling your fist to your mouth, you bite down on the flesh of your fingers as he repeats the action.

Heated breath grazes your cunt and the pleasant sting of his stubble scrapes the smooth flesh of your thighs as a deep moan rumbles across your womanhood.

His hands wind under your knees as he spreads you further open, his nose brushes against your mound, as he dips his tongue into your quivering hole – scooping up every bit of sweet juice he finds dribbling out of you.

“Oh god,” you cry out.

Your hand falls from your mouth to latch into the silky strands of his dark tresses. Pulling him closer as he starts to work a steady rhythm with his mouth. Buried between your thighs like he was meant to always be there, Aesop moans another gravelly sound as he begins to suck your clit between his swollen lips.

Like a man starved, he finds his fill in the juncture of your legs. Licking up everything you have to give him, his hold upon your thighs leaves crescent-shaped bruises that send another delicious wave of pained pleasure toward your core.

“Yes, oh Merlin, yes!”

Urged on by your desperate cries, the potions professor barrels forward, sucking your button in earnest as you tug his hair into a tight grip. You can feel it, the sweet desperate coil in your core. Soon it will snap and your release will paint your lover’s face.

Rocking your hips to meet him, you find yourself grinding against his lips, though that only seems to encourage him as he flicks his tongue over your clit and stares up at you with that glazed-over heavy expression in his eyes.

Sweat clings to his brow and his hair curtains his face, but all you can focus on are those gorgeous eyes. So drunk on you, your taste, your cunt. You find your bundle curling tighter and tighter, your hips rocking in a frantic pattern, as Aesop sucks down your sweet pleasure.

A rumbling moan sends you over the edge as he dives into you with a fervor.

His tongue, almost too rough now, laps up your desire as your hold on his hair loosens and your legs seem to become leaden underneath you.

Slowly, he pulls back – his chin a wash of cum and spit – as he huffs out a few raggedy breaths. His lips grace your thigh with wet kisses before he finally drops your legs back to the ground and carefully eases himself back up.

Taking a place beside you on the bed – where you are now lounged back, breathing several shuddering gasps – Aesop drags his hand across your torso, fingers snagging on the buttons of your blouse. He walks up your sternum before his thumb finds the curve of your bottom lip and tugs down upon the silky flesh.

“Feeling relaxed, dear one?” he murmurs, watching you with a transfixed sort of expression that spoke of feelings more than just casual fleeting interest and obvious lust.

Huffing a lofty laugh, you shake your head – lulling your head to the side so you can meet his gaze.

“So relaxed, I fear I might not be able to move again.”

His hand trails to the curve of your jaw, where he cups your heated flesh – a lone finger rubbing over the delicate skin of your cheek.

“That would truly be a shame if that were the case.”

“Wouldn’t it just?” you smile brightly. Feeling the ticklish tingle of your legs and the overwhelming sensation of undiluted happiness coursing through you.

Sharp hums once again in agreement before he leans down to place a lingering kiss upon your honey-sweet lips.

#aesop sharp x reader #professor sharp x reader #aesop sharp fanfic #professor sharp fanfic #hphl fanfic #my fic

[lufanahufflepuff]

Professor Fig must speak several languages, so he understands Portuguese, and knows what "Pai" means.

#For Inês it is still not natural to speak in English so sometimes she says a few words in Portuguese when she is spontaneous #my art #hufflepuff #hufflepuff mc #so cute #my oc #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanart #inês ofélia da graça #microsoft paint #professor fig #my mc #doddle #hogwarts legacy oc #hogwarts oc #hphl mc #hphl oc #hphl fanfic

[libellule-ao3]

Wild Surrender 🔞

Sebastian Sallow/You (Fem!Reader), Garreth Weasley&You (Fem!Reader)

One-Shot/ 4 841 words

Summary:

Sebastian doesn't want you! And although he has kissed you passionately in what he calls a moment of weakness, he never misses an opportunity to remind you of it.

For Garreth, this rejection is too ostentatious to be sincere and he decides to help you force Sebastian to reveal himself.

⚠️/tags: NSFW, 🔞, Smut, Sebastian gave you a 'nickname' in Scottish Gaelic, no use of y/n, jealousy, possessive Sebastian

A/N: This fanfiction explores the "operation: jealousy" trope in a smutty version. And it was written purely for the pleasure of featuring Sebastian tied to a chair, impotent and furious, and a provocative Garreth. 😅 Enjoy!

⚠️This link leads to NSFW content. You have been warned.

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[solemn-marauders]

“The most dangerous potion to ever exist”

Sebastian x MC (Thea), but also MC (Thea) and Garreth have had a previous fling.

The obligatory Amortentia scene.

My previous piece, x

Disclaimer: More of my Hogwarts Legacy drabble that I’m posting. These are written quickly while the ideas are fresh. They are short and most likely sprinkled with errors. I’m posting these for me, but if other people enjoy them, then all the better. I will be using my MC’s name, Thea, since this is her story. I also keep the time period in mind. I do my best to keep it as period accurate as possible.

Trigger Warning: Pining, Feelings of Loss

Additional Information: This takes place early in their 6th year. The longest one yet, I believe.

“Welcome back, students.” Professor Sharp addressed the class as they settled into stations. Natty, Imelda, and Thea found an empty table and had begun to unpack their supplies when Garreth walked up to claim the last cauldron at their workbench.

“Stop right there, Weasley!” Imelda held up her hand and blocked the path to the empty spot. “Find somewhere else. I won’t have you mucking up our potions with your atrocities.”

“Oh come off it, Imelda! You’re being dramatic.” Garreth scoffed.

“Absolutely not. Last year one of your ‘experiments’ exploded and some landed in my cauldron. It ruined my potion and my grade for the day.”

“Please find your seats.” Professor Sharp gave a pointed look to their group.

“All the other spots have filled up during your tirade, so it looks like I will be joining you ladies today.” The smug smile that Garreth gave Imelda had Thea and Natty exchanging nervous glances between each other and Imelda.

With a huff, the Slytherin stepped back to her place. As the redhead breezed past her she whispered menacingly, “I swear to Merlin, if you try to pull anything, I won’t hesitate to hex you.”

Meanwhile, just a station over, Poppy couldn’t help but laugh at the scene. She was sharing a table with Ominis, Amit, and Sebastian. 

“Poppy, you must tell me if there’s steam erupting from Imelda’s ears.” Ominis playfully asked.

“Not quite, but if looks could kill, Garreth would be dead ten times over.”

Sebastian let out a particularly resounding “Ha!” at Poppy’s words. Realizing how loud it was, he cleared his throat and mumbled an apology.

“If looks could kill, honestly, he’d already be dead from the amount of times you scowl at him.” Poppy directed her statement towards Sebastian. “You’re hardly subtle about it.”

He was taken aback. “I don’t scowl! That’s just my face.” He tried to reason. It was Ominis’s turn to let out a burst of laughter. Amit and Poppy followed.

“Sebastian, we’ve all known each other since we were eleven years of age. You’ve mastered the glare, there is no mistaking it for any other expression. In fact, you were just doing it while watching Garreth approach their group.” Poppy found herself quite entertained with the current conversation. Being close friends with Thea meant that she knew exactly why Sebastian was so vexed with Weasley. Much like Ominis, Poppy was quite vexed herself towards Sebastian when it came to his disregard of Thea over the summer. Also much like Ominis, she enjoyed making him squirm when it came to his failed attempts at proving he no longer held any affection towards their shared Gryffindor. 

“If I were ‘glaring’ at Weasley it’s because I agree with Imelda. He’s a liability to all of our marks when it comes to potions class.” Sebastian was done with this conversation, and their teasing. He wanted to sulk in silence and imagine casting the most creative of hexes on Garreth. Must he insist on being attached to Thea’s hip? Ominis had told him that the two had engaged in a casual courtship over the summer, but there was a rumor traveling around that they had decided to just be friends at the beginning of the term. Sebastian wasn’t one for rumors, Merlin knows there are some nasty ones about him flying around, but he found himself desperately clinging to this one. Based on what he had seen, it did not appear that the ending of Thea and Garreth’s dalliances was very mutual. Sebastian couldn’t sleep most nights because he would agonize over the question of how far had they gone. Did he bed her? Were the rumors false and they were actually sneaking away together to the darkest corners of the Gryffindor tower? Nights like these usually ended with Sebastian dry-heaving in the nearest lavatory. 

“Now that everyone is settled, let us begin.” Professor Sharp’s voice echoed throughout the room.

Sebastian risked one last glance at Thea. She was already looking at him when their eyes met. He tried to hold her gaze, but she looked away almost immediately.

“I thought we would start off your first potions class of your sixth year with a challenge. What you will attempt to brew today may very well be the most dangerous potion to ever exist.” Most of the class sat straighter on their stools. Professor Sharp had their full attention now. “I’ve gone ahead and pulled the necessary ingredients for said-potion. You will find them next to your cauldrons. These ingredients are not pre-measured, I will leave that to you. Take a look at the components now. Based on what you see, or feel, before you, can anyone guess the potion?” Sharp’s eyes slowly scanned the entire class.

Next to her cauldron Thea could make out ashwinder eggs, moonstone fragments, and pearls, among other ingredients she wasn’t as confident in identifying. Before she could ponder any longer, Garreth’s hand shot into the air.

“Yes, Mr. Weasley. Would you like to hazard a guess?”

“It seems that we may be brewing Amortentia today.”

“That is correct. It’s nice to see that you don't completely disregard everything I teach you in this class, Mr. Weasley. 5 points to Gryffindor.”

“Well done, Garreth.” Thea whispered across the table to him. He warmed at her praise.

“Professor Sharp? Surely you jest. A love potion is the ‘most dangerous potion to ever exist’?” Everett called out from across the room.

“You’d be wise not to underestimate it, Mr. Clopton. This is the strongest love potion ever in creation. It manifests intense infatuation or pure obsession within the poor soul who consumes it. Imagine being stripped of your free will. Being completely at the mercy of whomever administered the potion. Doing anything and everything they ever ask of you, all with a smile on your face.” Quite murmurs floated across the classroom. “It is because of those reasons that I will not dismiss you today until I’ve made certain that not a trace of it leaves this classroom. Now, can anyone tell me what it is to look for that ensures you brewed it correctly? Ah yes, Ms. Dale.”

Everyone turned to Samantha as she answered. “If brewed correctly, Amortentia should have a pearlescent sheen, steam that rises in swirls, and should give off the aroma of things that attract whomever is smelling it.”

“Very good. 5 points to Ravenclaw. Something that makes this particular potion so unique is that it will smell different to every individual. Now with that, I will set you loose. Points will be awarded to the students who are successful, but do not be discouraged. Keep in mind that this is a very difficult potion to brew.”

“World’s most powerful love potion, huh? I bet I could concoct an even stronger one.” Garreth barely had the words out of his mouth before Imelda’s wand was in his face.

She simply said, “Don’t”. Garreth threw his hands up in surrender, his eyes focused on the tip of the wand.

Most of the class passed by in silence. Every so often a hushed conversation would spring up between the students about what they think Amortentia would smell like to them. Only about a half hour remained of class. Thea had just added her last ingredient and waved her wand over her mixture as the book had instructed. She watched wide eyed as the liquid changed from a rosy pink to the pearly luster that she was looking for. “Oh! I think I did it.”

Professor Sharp came to stand beside her right as swirls of steam rose from her cauldron. “Judging by looks alone, it seems you have properly brewed Amortentia, Ms. Gravethorne.”

Poppy noticed the interaction between Thea and Sharp. “I think Thea did it! I want to go see.” She abandoned her own cauldron and made her way to her friend’s.

“Go on then, Hero. Tell us what you smell.”

“Imelda!” Poppy gasped. “That’s far too intimate to share!”

Thea was more curious than anything else. She leaned over her steaming cauldron and gave Professor Sharp a questioning look, silently asking if it was safe. He answered with a small nod. She turned back towards her potion and took a deep breath.

Sebastian was trying his absolute damndest not to appear on the edge of his seat. He was pretending to concentrate on his own mixture while at the same time desperate to hear what was happening at Thea’s. She was at the table just next to theirs so thank Merlin he didn’t have to strain too hard. His curiosity, as always, was getting the better of him.

Thea took a moment to process the different scents that drifted from her creation. 

“I smell,” She could feel the air change as everyone nearby leaned in closer. She smiled as she pinpointed one of the scents. “It smells like it does right before it begins to rain.” She looked up at Sharp with excitement. He gave her a small smile and gestured for her to continue.

If Sebastian had to guess what Amortentia would smell like to Thea, he would have bet ten galleons that the smell of oncoming rain would be one. The corner of his mouth tugged upwards. The amount of times she would announce “It’s going to rain” while out on their adventures last year were far too many to count. No matter where they were, deep in the Forbidden Forest, lost in the highlands, she would stop and inhale deeply. Almost always they would get caught in the storm. He would pretend to give her a hard time, but seeing her look up to the sky, smile on her face as the raindrops fell always left him captivated. The moment would end with him grabbing her hand and running with her to whatever cover they could find. The memories of huddling together under some makeshift shelter waiting for the storm to pass brought warmth to his chest. He wouldn’t be surprised if he would smell rain in his own Amortentia given how much those moments meant to him.

“I’ve always loved rainstorms for some reason, so that makes sense.” Thea continued on. She took another deep breath. The next scent was one made of many. It was briny, mixed with a fresh breeze and the heavy smell of slowly decomposing plant life. “The seaside.” This one confused her. She had no early memories of ever having been to a beach, therefore no deep attachment. It wasn’t until last year that she encountered one on her journeys, and even then, the smell tugged at something deep within her. In her mind, she was smelling it for the first time, but to some other part of her it was a long missed aroma that brought a sense of comfort to her. It made Thea feel like she was forgetting something important. She did eventually end up with her coast vivarium which she loved dearly, but even that didn’t seem to be the reason why.

The seaside? Sebastian asked himself. That’s not something he would have guessed. It did call forth a strange moment they shared last year. 

One of Thea’s trials had required them to travel far south of Hogwarts towards the highland’s coastline. As the path they were on neared the sea, Thea froze. Before he could ask what was wrong, she veered off the path at a near sprint. He chased after her, yelling her name, but she didn’t slow. She maneuvered the rocky downslope towards the sand with ease. By the time he had caught up with her, she was standing still right at the water’s edge, her golden hair dancing in the strong sea breeze. He stood by her side, slightly panting from chasing her. He wanted to ask what the hell that was all about, but he himself froze when he saw her face. She looked utterly mystified, like she was trying to solve the world’s most challenging arithmetic equation. “Thea?” He said her name softly, his fingers latched on to her sleeve, his attempt to anchor her. “Where are you right now?”

She blinked several times in rapid succession, his voice had pulled her out of whatever thought she had been so lost in.

“I don’t know.” Her voice sounded so small. Sebastian hated how mournful her tone was. “I apologize, Sebastian. I don’t know what came over me. I have no memory of ever seeing the ocean, but for some reason the smell of it had me dashing over like I was expecting to find something important. I can’t explain it.” She turned to face him then, her brows furrowed and her eyes downcast.

“Hey, it’s alright.” He gently grasped her chin, angling her head up to look at him. Her eyes were as tempestuous as the sea before them, he had to remind himself to breathe. “I never mind chasing after a pretty girl.” He flashed her his most charming of smiles.

She rolled her eyes and scoffed, her hands finding his chest and giving a firm shove. As he stumbled backwards, all he could focus on was his feeling of triumph. He would throw himself face down into the cold damp sand if it would make her smile.

“Alright, Sallow.” Thea’s voice was much lighter and there was humor in her tone. “Let’s get back on course, shall we?”

He watched for a moment as she began climbing up the rocks back towards the road. One simple thought repeating itself over and over again in his mind, I’d follow you anywhere.

The fact that Thea smelled the coast in her amortentia was proof that it meant more to her than even she knew.

“Anything else?” Garreth said encouragingly to her from across the table.

“How many scents does amortentia produce for an individual, Professor?” Thea asked Sharp.

“On average, three. Then again, the experience for each person varies. The potion’s main objective is to attract you to it.”

Another scent began to overpower the others, like the last one, it was one fragrance made of many. She could distinguish black tea blended with bergamot, earl grey. That soon combined with something pleasantly musty with hints of grass, old wood, and vanilla. Books. Then finally the crisp smell of pine, but it was almost smoky, as if the needles were singed. It was warm and comforting. It smelled like him. The force of realization was so strong that Thea took a physical step back from her cauldron. She couldn’t stop herself from glancing at the brunette Slytherin across the way. Tearing her eyes from him, they landed on his blonde companion. She prayed to all four founders that Ominis couldn’t somehow sense her panic. Her face was aflame and she desperately tried to compose her features.

Sebastian was practically leaned atop the table as he waited impatiently for Thea to identify her potion’s next aroma. He watched as she stepped away from her station, as if in a state of shock. Her eyes were wild when they found his. Did she smell something that reminded her of me? He tried to quell the thought, but it had already taken hold. Did he dare hope? He was unabashedly staring at her now, so he saw when her gaze darted to Ominis. Why is she looking at him? Sebastian’s jaw clicked as his teeth clenched in response to the ugly sensation within his stomach. Perhaps it was his friend she had smelled? His fists were clenched tightly as he returned to his own mixture. It was hard to focus. He simply couldn’t stand the possibility of someone else appearing in her potion. 

“Are you alright?” Poppy dipped her head and whispered. Thea looked around at the eager faces waiting for her to reveal what she had smelled.

She cleared her throat and spoke in a raised voice, “I’m fine! I smell nothing else, just the same scents over and over again.”

Professor Sharp looked wholly unconvinced, but thank Merlin he pressed no further. “Congratulations on brewing a successful amortentia potion, Ms. Gravethorne. 25 points to Gryffindor.” He waved his wand over the brew and it vanished. “Only ten minutes remain in class.” He looked back to Thea. “Well done.” Her face was beginning to cool and she gave him a humble smile. Professor Sharp began walking around the room, leaning over to check the progress of the other students.

“Aye!” Imelda had Thea’s arm in a vice grip and pulled her around to face her. “I don’t believe for a minute that you smelled nothing else. What was it?”

“I’m sorry, Imelda. I don’t have anything tantalizing to reveal to you for gossip, so just drop it. Please.”

Imelda narrowed her eyes at her Gryffindor friend but released her arm. “Fine, but I want to make it clear that I know you smelled something else.”

“Oh leave her be, Imelda. Great job, Thea.” Poppy gave her a smile before returning to her own station.

“I’ve done it, Professor! Come look!” Amit was bouncing in his seat. His arm waved in the air to attract Sharp’s attention. Sure enough, when Sebastain looked into Amit’s cauldron, there was indeed a pearlescent liquid steaming inside. Everything else faded away as he leaned closer towards Amit’s station. Sebastian was a curious man, always looking to expand upon his knowledge. He wanted to know what he would smell, at the same time he already knew. It didn’t take long for the first scent to hit him. It was rich and deep, almost dense, sickly-sweet with warm buttery notes. Toffee. To be precise, the toffee candies that he and his sister used to pilfer from their parents' not-so-secret stash. He and Anne would hide under the table in their dining room and try to eat as many of the candies as they could before their unabating giggling gave them away. This led into the next scent effortlessly; it was a combination of books, aged leather, and burnt pine. My parents. The memory of his parents' aroma had begun to fade from memory over time. Being able to smell it again brought tears to his eyes. It was so strong that he half-believed that he could turn around and find them standing there. Before he could lose himself further in the scent, it began to change. This one was far different than the rest. It was much lighter, a heady and nectarous scent that made his mouth water and pulse quicken. A sensual blend of honeysuckle and jasmine. A mixture so unique that he associated it with only one person in the entire world. Theadora. 

Upon smelling her fragrance in the love potion, Sebastian glanced again at her. Their gaze connected a third time, but unlike the two times before, she did not immediately look away. Her brows were knitted together in the most adorable way, as if she had been concentrating on him as he had his own individual experience with amortentia. 

Sebastian sighed as he stepped away from Amit’s cauldron. The potion had confirmed what he desperately had tried to bury these past few months. He was absolutely, immutably, fucking in love with her. He had always known. Ever since her dramatic arrival to the Sorting Ceremony last year, he was like a moth to a flame. He truly began to fall, literally and figuratively, when she unceremoniously handed him his arse in their first Defense Against the Dark Arts class together. The realization from the potion was like a Bludger to the gut. The classroom had suddenly become unbearably stifling to him.

“Well done, Mr. Thakkar. 25 points to Ravenclaw.” The professor once again waved his wand over the bubbling cauldron and the contents within vanished. “That’s the end of class today. I will be dismissing you one by one after personally casting the Vanishing Spell on each of your cauldrons. If I suspect any of you to be smuggling even the smallest drop of amortentia out of my classroom, I will have you wishing that you were facing the Wizengamot instead of me.” A visible ripple went through the classroom as numerous students felt chills run down their spines at his tone. “Miss. Gravethorne, since I have already seen to your potion, you may leave.”

Thea began packing her supplies into her satchel. “I’ll see you in the Great Hall for lunch.” She told her station-mates before making her way out of the classroom. Unfortunately, the only path to the door had her walking past Sebastian. She held her breath and kept her head down. She had no desire to smell on him what she had smelled in her potion. When she reached the door she released her breath and quickly found the nearest Floo Station, determined to make a quick escape.

Sebastian closed his eyes as she walked past, he took a deep breath and allowed her scent to fill every crevice and crack within him. He was tired, so very tired, of everything, but most especially he was tired of pretending that Thea meant nothing to him. He wanted her back in his life, in any capacity that she would allow. Sebastian could be a selfish man. He wanted back the light in his life. He thought himself weak for giving up on his resolution to no longer be a burden in Thea’s life, tucking away the truth that she was far better without him.

As he walked out of Sharp’s classroom that day, he had a new purpose. He was going to talk to her. She could scream, cry, even hit him; which he definitely deserved, but he had to tell her that he would do anything to rebuild their relationship. If she still hated him, then so be it. He didn’t deserve it, but there was always the slight chance that the gods could grant him this one last favor and she allowed him back into her life. All he knew for sure was that he had to try.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfic #hphl #hphl fanfic #hogwarts legacy mc #hphl mc #theadora gravethorne #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #poppy sweeting #natsai onai #natty onai #imelda reyes #garreth weasley #professor sharp #sebastian x mc #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian x thea #sebadora

[endlessly-cursed]

fear of storm (blyle)

a/n: it’s Lyle’s @cursebreakerfarrier​ ‘s birthday and I have many things planned for him, starting with this fic i’ve composed. Pretty sure Blanche has her husband spoiled rotten as we speak <3 

summary: Lyle bonds with his daughter on a stormy night. 

word count: 762 

Lionel Astor rolled on his bed one more time, sighing. Blanche had gone to the Staggs for an emergency with a very pregnant dragoness who went into labour and afterwards it started to rain so hard, she had to sleepover there, for she didn’t want to risk their staff nor the horses by making such a dangerous journey.

The children were used to Blanche tucking them in and knew their routines like the back of her hand and their middle son, Richard, had given him a hard time, wailing, wanting his mother. He understood his pain, but was a bit heartbroken. When he accepted that Mama wouldn’t come till tomorrow, he went to sleep. Missy had been quiet and Robert had given him a much easier time.

He also missed his wife very much. He was used to sleeping with her beside him, hugging her small frame and playing with her hair and even composing her in whispers impromptu poems that he forgot about in the morning.

He decided that warm milk and a teaspoon of honey would help him sleep and went downstairs to the kitchen… to find a light there. He entered the room to find his daughter rummaging the kitchen, sign of having had cried and trembling. She tried to pick a glass and was about to fall when he picked it and Missy finally noticed her father “What are you doing awake so late, my darling?”

She sniffled and fidgeted with her fingers “I had a nightmare.”

His heart broke for a moment and left the glass on the table and hugged her tightly, rubbing her back and kissing her head “What was the nightmare about?”

She sniffled again “Mama was alone on the storm and a wolf a-ate her.”

He kissed his daughter’s forehead again and picked her up, patting her back as she cried, clearly still scared of the horrible nightmare and kissed her face again “Look at me, darling. Your Mama is a very strong woman and no wolf will hurt her. Besides, the Staggs will be there for her. You know Mrs. Stagg and how scary she is.” He smiled and she giggled “Let’s do this: I’ll make some warm milk for us both and you’ll come with me so you’re not alone tonight, hm?”

She nodded and hugged him again, and his heart soared of love. He adored his boys, but his little girl had a special place in his heart: she was very much like her mother and even laughed like her, and he always saw her when she looked at him. You could say she was his true weakness.

After having drank the milk, still on his arms, he took her to his bedroom and laid her on the bed and told her her favourite bedtime story according to Blanche. He also sang her a song and covered her adorable face in kisses, which made her giggle and finally showed signs of finally sleeping. He laid beside her and she hugged him and he smiled, wrapping his arms around her small, but cuddly frame and kissed her forehead “Night, Papa.”

“Goodnight, my beautiful princess.” He murmured before drifting to sleep.

The next morning, he woke up to see Blanche seated on a chair, observing father and daughter sleeping peacefully. He smiled but didn’t dare to move, afraid to wake his little princess who slept like an angel.

Blanche smiled and handed him her favourite toy, a unicorn plushie he had bought her on a trip in New York with his mother. He carefully replaced himself with the unicorn and very slowly got off the bed and took Blanche’s hand, leaving the children to oversleep for a bit.

The moment they were away from the children, he smiled widely and embraced his wife, spinning her around and covering her in kisses. She giggled and kissed him, a wide smile on her face “I missed you too, my love. I take the children didn’t give you much work?”

“Well…”

“Richie was a handful as usual, wasn’t he?”

He smiled teasingly “Like his mother.”

She laughed and playfully smacked his shoulder. He laughed again and picked her up, making her squeal and laugh “Now, I request some time with my wife.”

“Request accepted.”

He smiled and kissed her, taking her to a lonely wing, enjoying this small moment with his wife after many hours apart, and making her swear she’d never leave them again. She gladly accepted, having missed her husband and dear children as well as they did.

#hphl #hogwarts legacy #hphl fanfic #lyle astor #missy astor #oc: blanche dubois #blyle #blanche x lyle

[choccy-milky]

read the room, garreth (from the newest chap of my fic! ao3 / wattpad)

#garreth didnt ask to be put in the middle of this fanfic drama. bro has his priorities in order LMAOO #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x oc #garreth weasley #leander prewett #clora clemons #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanart #hphl #choccyart

[myokk]

A super fast scribble of Sebastian and Anne as kids💓

In my mind they were absolutely wild growing up, their parents pushing them outside in the morning with a picnic basket, to just run around in the fields & forests around their hamlet all day, coming home in time for dinner (totally inspired by my childhood growing up in a tiny village of 300 people 😂🫶). They always read together as a family by the candlelight before going to bed, and they’re memories that Sebastian and Anne cherish.

Also, Anne definitely took charge of their adventures and Sebastian was just happy to follow her around like a little puppy 💓💓

Bahhhh i just love thinking about their siblings dynamic 🤧🥰 sorry for my rambling haha

#I use these fanarts as a warm-up for my real art and I’m loving it so so much💓 #hope you guys like them too 🥰😘🫶 #Sebastian sallow #Anne sallow #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanart #hphl #god I just love friendships and siblings so much #my fanfic is literally so self-indulgent because it’s mainly just friendship and things like this haha

[ravenelyx]

Apple Of My Eye - Sebastian Sallow

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1k

Warnings: Fluff, headaches, Sebastian is concerned in true Sebastian-fashion

Summary: You've been getting headaches for a while - far too long for Sebastian’s comfort, and he can't help but worry.

A/N: another indulgent work - enjoy <3

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You can find the full fanfic on ao3 as well <3

Ominis' version

Sebastian was positively, utterly, completely freaking out.

Sitting on the couch in the Common Room, he stared at the fireplace musingly, his hand tapping rhythmically on the armrest. He was pretty sure Ominis was on the verge of grabbing that hand and severing it from his wrist if he didn't stop soon.

He didn't care.

The only thought swirling in his mind was her — and how, just a few minutes before they had parted ways, she had pressed two fingers on her forehead, wincing slightly.

Sebastian couldn't stand it anymore.

He had spent the past two weeks with her, studying together for their upcoming N.E.W.T.s, carrying her books around, soothing her with small kisses whenever she began to rub her tired eyes, and watching helplessly as she took painkillers after painkillers. He had tried to reason with her and tell her that taking so many potions everyday wouldn't be good for her health in the long run, but she wouldn't have it, insisting that she was fine. It broke his heart.

"Sebastian, if you don't mind, can you still your hand or have you suddenly caught that one muggle disease that won't let you stop moving?" He heard Ominis' sarcastic voice next to him, and it snapped him from his thoughts.

"Perhaps I did catch that," the brunet grunted back.

Sebastian's movements didn't cease as his friend dearly wished, and the blond only sighed tiredly, muttering a few curses under his breath as he stood up.

"Well then, I hope you recover soon," the boy snarked sarcastically and walked away.

Sebastian's eyes didn't move from the fireplace, his skin tingling with the impelling need to find her again and drag her to the bloody Hospital Wing to make her better. Whatever her problem was, he would find a solution to it, even if he had to swim to the moon and back for a mere hint.

"Screw it!" He suddenly muttered, jumping up and storming out of the Common Room, not caring that curfew was near and he would probably get them both into trouble.

"Come with me," he declared once he saw her, ignoring the usual good manners and, above all, saccharine talk he only reserved for her.

"Sebastian?" She asked, surprised at both his presence and his unusually harsh tone. "Is there something wrong?"

"Don't act like you don't know," he spat, and she flinched for a second, before registering the subtle, underlying worry in his tone.

"Is this about my headaches again?" She crossed her arms and shifted her weight on one leg. "I already told you, I'm fi–"

"Don't you dare," he interrupted, walking closer to her and placing his hands on her arms. Given his tone and the words he had just spoken, she had expected him to grab her and drag her to the Hospital Wing rather harshly. But his hands were soft, his touch gentle as he guided her closer to his body. "Tell me the truth. Why? Why do you get them so often?"

Her eyes softened at the distress in his gaze, and she lifted her hands to cup his cheeks.

"It's just my eyes, Sebastian. I… I think I've been studying too much, and my eyes are always tired," she sighed, tracing circles on his cheeks with her thumbs.

"But how do you know it's about your eyes? It could be something else," he retorted, shifting even closer, the concern unwavering in his eyes.

"I feel it. I recognise the pain," she explained. "It's directly behind my eyes, and it increases the more I use them."

"Then close them," he pointed out, and placed his palm on her eyes to cover them like a blindfold.

She laughed and gently moved his hand away. "Look, I'll stop taking so many potions if that's what worries you–"

"But then you'll be in pain," he protested, interwining his fingers with hers. "I'm sure there is a way to kill two birds with one stone."

She bit the inside of her cheek, her eyes slightly twitching every now and then when the brightness of the torches around them felt overwhelming. He noticed and moved his body to shield her from the light.

"Sleep," she mumbled. "Going to sleep helps… but it has to be a deep sleep, not like a slumber, more like — from a nap upwards, in a scale of sleep…"

His eyes fleeted over her face and then moved to the ceiling, as if expecting the old stone to morph into a pyramid scheme of resting protocol.

"Then let's go to sleep."

"Wha–" she had no time to protest as he tightened his grip on her hand and began to guide her to his Common Room.

"Sebastian, wait–"

But it was no use: he walked all the way to the dungeons, making sure she would follow as his hand never left hers, and then through the door once they reached the entrance.

Her eyes widened once he aimed for the stairs of the boys' dormitory.

"Sebastian, I can't go in there, I–"

"You can and you will," he cut her words. "The stairs allow you to."

She bit her lip. "B-but–"

"You'll sleep. And I'll make sure of it," he pulled her closer, placing his palm on the small of her back once they reached the landing of his dorm and gently pushing her to the door, not stopping until they reached the bed.

He obviously gave her privacy as she changed — despite her having to wear his clothes to sleep as the suddenness of the situation made her completely unequipped — and then joined her once she was safe under the covers.

"Never hide from me again," he whispered, pressing two fingers on her forehead to rub soothing circles.

She only nodded, and he wrapped his arms around her, making sure she was comfortable as she rested her head in the curve of his shoulder.

He kept his touch light and soothing on her scalp and back until her breath evened and became soft and heavy.

"You'll feel so much better soon," he kissed her forehead, and joined her in sleep.

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[fierymiasma]

☽ No Good Deed Goes Unpunished ☽ // Sebastian x f!MC

Summary: Sebastian gives f!MC Amortentia, so she never tries to leave him again. He instantly regrets it.

A continuation of "For Her Own Good". I got a ton of requests to continue this fic!

♪ Tags: Slight Dub-con, Dark!Sebastian, Jealous!Sebastian, Obsession, Possessiveness, toxicity, Use of Love potions, Manipulation, Angst, some very small Ominis x MC if you squint

Word Count: 4k 💔

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Sebastian never felt more free than when he was dueling by her side.  Even in his 7th year, where the novelty of dueling together had long faded, he still cherished the occasions where her back pressed closely against his in the heat of battle.  All of his worries over Anne's illness, over Ominis's avoidance, seemed to melt away when he was with her.

Of course, like most good things in Sebastian's life, it had to come to an end.

"Diffindo!"

A blood-curdling scream.  Her body slumping against his.  He could almost feel the waves of her pain coursing through his bones.  His lover's face was pale, staring at the blood soaking through her own leather armor in shock.

He turned around, face in a ferocious snarl.  The offending dark wizard sneered back.  Something broke inside Sebastian.  "You'll pay for that.  Crucio!" 

He would never admit to anyone how good it felt casting an unforgivable curse. It was well deserved.  He was finally delivering righteous justice.  Power sang in his nerve endings.  "If you so much as lay another finger on her, I will not hold back on you.  By the time I'm finished, you'll wish I used the Killing Curse. Crucio!"

"Sebastian!"

"Crucio!"  His eyes blazed murderously.  The crackles of red magic made his dark eyes gleam with malicious intent, pinning his victim in place.  Sebastian was delighted to hear the cries of anguish from the villain who hurt her.  "No one touches her."

"Sebastian, please!"

"Crucio!"

"Sebastian!"  A delicate but firm hand grabbed his wand hand, tugging it away. 

The red surrounding the periphery of his vision vanished.  She was in front of him, hair in disarray, splatters of her own blood on her cheek.  There were empty bottles of Wiggenweld potion strewn about.  "Sebastian, please, please, enough!  No more.  No more suffering." 

Even in this state, she was dreadfully beautiful.  Perfect even.  Sebastian marveled how she managed to find the strength to stop him in his tracks after taking such a powerful hit straight on. 

Before he could reply, the dark wizard stumbled to their feet behind her.  For the first time in his life, Sebastian was frozen, body unable to response.  With one last shaky last breath, the enemy wizard screamed.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Sebastian woke up screaming, heart pounding in his throat.  His sheets were soaked with sweat.  His face glistened with tears.

He was back in the safety of his dorm.  It was a dream.  Just a nightmare.  She was still alive.  She was okay.  Sebastian managed to make it in time to save her.  His breathing evened.  Their last battle had been a near miss.  They had been lucky to escape with their lives intact.  Sebastian didn't regret torturing the dark wizard, it was only a fraction of what he was willing to do to keep her save. 

His only regret was that she saw it.

Ever since the incident, she had actively avoided him.  Said she needed her "space" to think.  Sebastian wish he knew Legilimency.  His sweetheart looked so shell-shock that day.  Skittering away from his outstretched hands, turning away from his fierce gaze.  She would shy away from the robes he tried to drape over her and his comforting arms.  Still experiencing the remnants of his anger, Sebastian had just thought she was still recovering from her wounds.

Now, he wondered if there was something else on the dueling grounds that she was more afraid of.

Flopping back down on his bed, he threw his arm over his eyes.  Just a nightmare.  Nothing to worry about.

But, a nagging voice ask in the back of his mind, what if it happened again?  What if she got hurt in the rare moments Sebastian wasn't there by her side?  How could Sebastian hope to protect her, when she wanted nothing to do with him?

What if she left him, just as Sebastian's parents did when he was young?  Just as Ominis and Anne turned their backs to him in their 5th year, when all he wanted to do was save his sister?

Sebastian turned his head to his nightstand.  An innocuous vial stood patiently, begging to be used.  Though it was corked, he could still smell her the signature scent from the Amortentia: the warm, flowery perfume that Sebastian gifted her and her favorite apple tarts.  Ever since he had brewed the love potion in the Undercroft, it had sat in a tiny vial in the inner breast pocket of his robes.  It was a tickling bomb, a heavy sin that sat directly in front of his heart. 

He never once imagined that he would resort to such measures.  He wished it didn't have to come down to this.  In a perfect world, she would understand that he only meant to keep her safe.  But in a perfect world, Anne wouldn't have been cursed.  In a perfect world, Sebastian wouldn't be alone in trying to do the impossible to save the people he loved. 

His mind was made up.  She was the only one left.  He would do whatever it takes to make sure that she was safe.  That she would never leave again.

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Sebastian's fingers drummed nervously over the parcel.  His right leg shook anxiously as he paced in front of the Room of Requirements.  She had been elusive since the incident, avoiding him all over Hogwarts.  But if her Room of Requirement revealed itself to Sebastian, then she wasn't entirely keeping him out, was she?  He could feel his nervous heartbeat in the spiked pastries that he was holding.  Finally mustering the courage to enter, he opened the door very quietly, silently sneaking in. 

There she sat, her hair swept behind her, locks spilling over her shoulders.  She was dressed in her favorite leather corset, the one she wore when she was expecting a hard fight.  Sebastian wondered if it was the same one she wore when she took the severing charm straight to the chest.

As he approached closer, his heartbeat stilled.  Right next to her on the couch was Ominis Gaunt himself.  He caught them together.  Ominis was with her, alone.  Hovering behind a pillar in the entranceway, Sebastian listened in.  His stomach couldn't help but coil in jealously.  The irony of the situation was not lost on him.  How many times in their 5th year had Sebastian stolen his Hufflepuff away to teach her the dark arts only for a nosy Ominis to interrupt their time together?

"I'm just worried.  Sebastian hasn't been himself lately."  Ominis pleaded.  "I don't know if anything transpired between the two of you, but I'm worried he's going down a dark path again."  Ominis shook his head.  "You wouldn't happen to know anything, would you?

Sebastian inhaled sharply.  If Ominis were to learn that he used the Cruciatus Curse once again, the rat would run straight to Headmaster Black.

Sebastian's hand reached into his robes, curling protectively around his wand.

She shook her head.  "Nothing strange has happened between the two of us, I assure you Ominis.  If something bad did happen, you'd be the first to know."

Sebastian's heart fluttered.  Even when she was refusing to speak with him, she was so fiercely loyal to him.  What a good girl. 

Ominis sighed.  "I know our friendship hasn't been easy on you.  Sebastian and I…we're not exactly friends anymore.  He seems to confide in you more these days."  The back of Ominis's neck flushed.  "I too seem to always rely on you for comfort."

Something ugly reared its head in Sebastian.  How dare he?  How often was Ominis, his supposed "friend" talking to Sebastian's flame like this?  The drumming heartbeat in the vial grew louder, overwhelming the rest of Sebastian's thoughts.  It was fortunate that Sebastian had the foresight to make Amortentia, before things escalated any further.

Her hands gripped Ominis's trying to offer him some modicum of comfort.  "He's trying, Ominis.  Give him a chance.  Sebastian works so hard to be good."  Ominis scoffed.  She politely ignored it.  "He's always had a heart too big for one person, sometimes it leans too heavy in one direction, but, Sebastian means well.  He's a good person, despite some of his actions.  I believe in him, to always chose good at the end of the day."

Ominis squirmed.  He too once thought exactly the same way.  Ignoring all the warning signs, excusing away the blatant manipulation and lies.  It was Solomon's death that was the final straw, a brutal wake up call for Ominis and Anne alike.

He just hoped his friend was able to see it as well before it was too late for her.

"You're too charitable to him."  Ominis decided.  "Ever since you've arrived at Hogwarts in our 5th year, he's been a negative influence on you.  I have a feeling he still wants to lure you into the dark arts.  You need to be careful around him."

Her expression softened.  "Ominis, that's enough.  You needn't worry.  Rest assured, I'm more than capable of holding my own.  There's no need to ever fear Sebastian."

Ominis doubted her words.  It seemed like from the very first day of their meeting, she had been under Sebastian's spell.  Always turning a blind eye to Sebastian's misdeeds.

He was suddenly reminded of the night he caught Sebastian making sleeping potions for her in the Undercroft.  Though Sebastian had tried to assuage his worries at the time, Ominis couldn't feel that something was…amiss.  Something in Ominis's gut was screaming at him to warn her.  He needed to tell her.

"There's something that's been bothering me about him recently.  I think Sebastian-"

The pair were interrupted by the extremely loud, deafening noise of the door of the Room of Requirements swinging open.  Sebastian made a big show of it, as if he had just now been arriving, like he hadn't been spying on them for their entire conversation.

"There you are!"  He said breezily, strolling up to the two of them.  "I've been looking for you all over the place." 

Ominis turned to the sound of the other Slytherin's voice, instantly on guard. 

"Sebastian?" She muttered uneasily. Had the Room of Requirements let him in?

"Do you have a minute?" he asked. 

Now that Sebastian was standing in front of her, he was able to better visualize tiny imperfections.  There was a new rough leather stitch crudely sewing up the two jagged edges of the ripped outer corset, right where she had been struck.  His sweetheart had dark bags under her eyes, as if she stayed up at night worried over something.  His eyes trailed downward. 

Fresh, new bandages covered her slim hands.  She clasped her hands together in front of her delicately as if they hurt to be moved. 

Sebastian's gut twisted.  That wasn't there the last time they were together.  She had been sneaking off outside of Hogwarts either alone or with Poppy and Natty, two individuals who weren't willing to do whatever it took to keep his darling from harm.

There was a missing beat of silence.  The hero of Hogwarts wasn't sure if she wanted to talk to Sebastian. 

"I suppose so," she relented, her voice devoid of her usual warmth.  Ominis hovered protectively next to her, hands clenched into fists as if he wasn't sure how to feel about his once close friend. 

The parchment covered package in Sebastian's robe pockets felt like a heavy weight under their scrutiny.  Sebastian cleared his throat.  "Can I speak with you alone?"

Ominis turned his head towards her.  A silent conversation seemed to pass between them.  Sebastian hadn't realized how close they had gotten.  A fleeting moment passed, before the hero of Hogwarts nodded.  Ominis got up from the couch, about to leave, before he hesitated.  Bending forward, he leaned over whispering something in her ear.  Sebastian stepped closer to the couch, wishing his hearing was good enough to hear what lies Ominis was telling her.

As Ominis moved to leave their friend's side, Sebastian couldn't help but bump against the other boy's shoulders, angry at his friend's betrayal.  Ominis paused, frowning.  He whispered so only Sebastian could hear, "Why do you smell like her perfume and Sirona's apple tarts?"

Sebastian stilled, his breath caught in his throat.  He could fell his own heart beat through the vial of Amortentia pressed against his chest.  So, Ominis too, could smell her signature scent in the love potion.  And all of a sudden Sebastian's paranoid fears were suddenly confirmed.  Ominis was falling for the girl who rightfully belonged to Sebastian.

He couldn't be too angry, he supposed.  By virtue of being the most gorgeous, talented witch in Hogwarts, she was bound to attract more attention.

"Good bye, Ominis." Sebastian said rather cruelly.  "I shall see you later tonight, in our dorm."  Sebastian dismissed his former friend from the conversation.  The other boy narrowed his eyes, before excusing himself from the Room of Requirements, not longing to be in Sebastian's company for any longer than necessary. 

The hero of Hogwarts frowned, unaware of what just happened between the two once friends.  "What do you want, Sebastian?"

Now that Ominis had left them alone, Sebastian's face instantly transformed.  It was almost reminiscent of the adorable 5th year boy who stared at her lovingly across the greenhouse during herbology.  "I just wanted to check in on you, sweetheart.  Is that a crime?"

She winced at his choice of words.  The memory of bone-chilling screams, of the torture curse that Sebastian had once used on her, used now on another kept her awake at night.

She had been horrified.  When Sebastian had killed his uncle, the poor sweet boy she fell in love with was instantly remorseful.  Upset, disgusted in himself and what he had done.  She dared to finally look up and look at Sebastian in the eye.

This was not the same boy she met on her first day of Hogwarts.  His eyes were dark, unrelenting, too intense.  His eyes trained on her every move as if he was prepared for her to leave him at a moment's notice.  Sebastian always seemed to know what was on her mind.  Gently, he sat next to her, where Ominis had once sat.  His hands found hers.  Rough fingers ran over her bandages, examining her new injury.

"Please, sweetheart,"  Sebastian leaned over, his forehead practically touching hers.  "I didn't meant to upset you.  I did it for you.  If I hadn't had the strength to use Crucio…well, I'm just glad I was there to protect you."

Whoever this was, this version of Sebastian, held his head up high.  Like his use of Cruicto was a point of pride.  A means to an end to protect what was his. 

She was afraid.  She said nothing, not knowing if there was anything that she could say that wouldn't upset Sebastian.

His eyes were pleading.  She wondered, not for the first time, if he genuinely believed what he was saying or was using his silver tongue of his to manipulate her.  Did he even know what he was doing, pulling at people's emotions until they wilted under his wishes?

She was unable to make eye contact with him, afraid of how he'd react to what she was about to say.  "Sebastian, please, I'm sorry, but…I just need some more time.  To…process everything that has happened."

"Sweetheart, we can't be apart now.  Look,"  Sebastian squeezed her hand forcefully, accidentally brushing up against her bruise.  She winced.  "You need me now, more than ever.  You need someone by your side, who has your back.  Who really has your back.  I will do whatever it takes to make sure you're never harmed."

"Sebastian," her voice cracked she barely spoke above a whisper.  "That's exactly what I'm afraid of."  Looking up at Sebastian's face, she could tell that he did not understand.  "Sebastian, please don't be mistaken.  This isn't a good bye.  I just…I just need some time…alone to think."

He nodded stiffly, shoulders falling.  He looked so distraught.  "I…I understand.  Then, I want to apologize, for…everything that happened.  I never meant to upset you."  He reached into his robes pocket, pulling out a parchment covered package, carefully wrapped in twine.  "I got you your favorite apple tarts made from Sirona.  I just picked it up from Hogsmeade this morning."

She picked up the parcel, inspecting it.  There was an unreadable expression on her face.  Sebastian held his breath.  Again, he wondered what Ominis had whispered to her.

"What do you want from me, Sebastian?" She asked again, a bit more tired.  She was unsure if this gift was more of an apology or a bribe for her affections.

Probably both.

"I just want to take care of you."  Sebastian frowned, looking like a kicked Crup puppy.  "Even if we have to part ways, it doesn't mean I can't show you how much you mean to me.  I'll always cherish the moments we had together."

She nodded, blinking tears out of her eyes.

༺♥༻❀༺♥༻

She sighed, it had been days since her last conversation with Sebastian.  Shockingly, he had respected her wishes, and stayed away from her.  It must have killed him. 

She looked over at her deskside at the package of her favorite apple tarts that Sebastian had gotten her.  Over the past two years together, Sebastian was constantly showering her with small gifts.  Whether it be an old spellbook, some flowers from the fields surrounding Feldcroft or just "something in the store window that made me think of you".  She was honestly quite shocked that he had not bombarded her with more gifts in the past month. 

Unwrapping one of the tarts, she smelled its rich scent.  She inspected for longer than she intended.  Ominis's warning played like a broken record. A million thoughts raced around her head.  Slowly, she ripped off a chunk with her teeth.  As she let the warm, softened apples melt into her mouth she tried to place what the scent was from.  It smelled…a bit different somehow.  The pillows in the Undercroft, the flowers surrounding Feldcroft, the warmth of Sebastian's cologne.

….Sebastian.

Sebastian Sallow, the love of her life.

Sebastian who was the most perfect, most gorgeous person in the world.

Sebastian Sallow who protected her so fiercely that it took her breath away.

Sebastian, whose growing darkness only sent dangerous thrills down her spine.  Whose dark, possessive gaze terrified her very soul.  And yet, a small, very hidden part of her was so enraptured in his maniac, obsession over her.  A dark part of her who was elated that a man so pure-hearted as Sebastian was willing to do the unforgivable to protect her.  To make her his.

She wondered how far he was willing to go for her.  How corruptible the once innocent boy was.  If she asked him to do the unforgivable, would he?  If she wanted to abuse Isidora's power and take over the wizarding world, would he bend the knee to her?  Be at her side?

If she asked him to burn the world for her, would he?

She shivered.  She needed to see him immediately.

Her vision was a blur.  This was a dull pounding in her head that made it difficult to think of anything else other than finding Sebastian Sallow, the man she was destined to be with.  The hero of Hogwarts didn't even register that she had moved from the comfort and safety of the Room of Requirements until the telltale iron gates of the Undercroft were shuddering open.

There he was, practically his spellwork surrounding by an army of training dummies.  She stood dumbly in the doorway for a bit, watching how beautiful his movements were.  Whenever she dueled, it was full of crazed desperation without any finesse as she struggled for her life. 

He was different.  He moved like a dancer.  Movements graceful, expressive.  His duels were always full of his spitfire and personality. 

She was in love.  He was hers.  He belonged to her.  No one else.

No one else could corrupt him like she could. 

"Sebastian," she whispered loudly in the Undercroft. 

The seventh year in question spun around, heart leaping into his throat.  He adored how she spoke his name, with almost the same amount of reverence he had for her.  In an instant, she was everywhere.  Hands clinging on his robes, one of her legs was hitched up, trying to wind its way around his hips.  She was trying to crawl onto his lap.  She pressed her nose against his neck, inhaling his rich scent, not bothered by her own extreme lack of decorum.

"Oh, I've missed you, Sebastian, I never want to be apart from you ever again.  You need to be next to me, forever."

Sebastian was overwhelmed by her warmth.  Her scent washed over him.  Eagerly, he wrapped his arms around he.  He never wanted to ever let go.  Even two weeks was too long to be apart from her.  This is where he belonged.  Where they both belonged.  With each other.  "Sweetheart, you came back."

"Yes, Yes, Sebastian, I wasn't ever going to leave you.  I can't ever be without you."

Sebastian swallowed thickly.  He wondered how much of what she said was from herself or from the Amortentia. 

He burned his face in her hair.  In a small whisper, his voice cracked.  "Please, please don't ever leave me like that again.  I was only trying to help.  To protect you."

She cooed, burying her face into Sebastian's firm chest.  Roughly, she pulled on his robes, wanting to be as close with him as possible.

"I love you, Sebastian.  I love you so dearly, my love.  I love you.  I love you, Sebastian."

Sebastian pulled himself away from her.  In their two years they have been seeing each other, she never once said those famous three words he had been dying to hear.  He was always the one to profess his love to her, patiently waiting for the day for her to say it back. 

This wasn't how he imaged it.

Her eyes were glassy, unseeing, as if she was looking past him.

Something like bile was rising in the back of his throat.  This wasn't her.   This wasn't the whip smart, sharp-tongued, teasing girl who he fell in love with.  He had fallen for the girl who wouldn't back down from his rude comments.  Who stood on her tip toes screaming her head off whenever they got into their infamous disagreements.  He fell in love with the girl who dragged him across the entire countryside of Scotland to do silly little tasks for the random villagers of Hogwarts.

Whoever this was, wasn't her.

This was all wrong.  It felt like the inferi all over again.  This wasn't what Sebastian had in mind.

He knew what he had to do.  Gripping his concealed wand tightly with one hand, his other hand gently cupped her face.   She softened, melting into his touch.  Her hair spilled over his hands and she looked up at him like he was the night sky.  He didn't want to let her go.  This was perhaps the last time, he would see the love of his life look at him with this amount of affection, no matter how fake.

He almost didn't recognize his voice when he said, "Close your eyes, sweetheart.'

Her long eyelashes fluttered shut on his command.  Sebastian leaned in for a kiss, perhaps their last.  Even the kiss was wrong.  Her movements were frenzied, as if she was intoxicated off of his scent.  Her tongue pushed forward, searching for his, greedily and single-mindedly.  She was uncaring of what Sebastian's preferences were, only thinking of how to consume him.  It disgusted Sebastian what he had created.  

Pulling back from the kiss, he had no regrets as to what he was about to do.  Tears began to spill over onto his cheeks.  She frowned in confusion as she slowly reached up to him, trying to dry his eyes.  Swiftly, he pulled out his wand.  With a trembling hand, he pointed it right at her.

"Obliviate." 

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x mc #hphl #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian sallow fic #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis x you #hl #harry potter hogwarts game #harry potter #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy fanfic #oneshot #fierymiasmawork

[fensfairy]

mc literally falling off a cliff after being distracted by thoughts of sebastian (a scene from my fic crypt keeper! read it on ao3 if u dare…)

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow fanart #hphl fanart #hogwarts legacy fanart #hogwarts legacy fanfic #*

[expecto-kedavra]

Broken.

Someone snitched on Sebastian. Aurors came in the night and took him away, likely to Azkaban. Anne has been cured, by ancient magic and returned to Hogwarts, after healing her relationship with her brother as well.

Intro to my OC’s. POV is Jayden Mata’afa, a Slytherin. He’s an immigrant from Samoa, also an unregistered animagus. Leanna Turner (Ravenclaw) is the ancient magic OC. Tevita Kunatani (also Ravenclaw) is Leanna’s boyfriend, who has a strange and powerful connection to the ocean and all marine life. There’s more of them but that’s all for now.

It was easy at first. We had a plan, we were working towards the plan. Find a loophole. Find some way to prove that he shouldn’t be condemned to Azkaban. We were full of energy, focus, and determination. Yet time after time, we hit dead ends. We sent owls to the ministry daily. We tried claiming self defense, but no. Insisting that since he is only 16, he shouldn’t be condemned for the rest of his life. Too young. But no. Everything we tried was shot down by the ministry. Slowly, we became more and more discouraged. “What if we find who did it?” I asked, one night in the undercroft. “What do you mean? Sebastian did it.” Ominis said, in a hoarse whisper. It was sometime in the early morning, and we had been up trying to think of anything. “No, sorry. What if we find who snitched on him? Make them redact it?” Both Anne and Ominis were silent for a moment. “That could work.” Said Anne. Her resolve had not shaken. She had come too far, and healed too much for her brother to be taken away. Angry? Sure. But this is her twin, and it had taken her a year to be able to reconcile with him. She wouldn’t lose him now. “But where to start? It could be anyone.” We pondered. It really could. In the school, outside of the school. Some random passerby that just happened to be in the wrong place. “We can start by going back to the catacomb. Retrace our steps. Find something that wasn’t from us. Do some real detective work.” I found my tone almost pleading. Not with Ominis and Anne, but with myself. Sebastian was my first friend. Yes, he made mistakes and let me down, but I loved him like family. “Can we do it tomorrow?” Ominis yawned. “I haven’t slept in days.” It was true. Ominis did look worse for wear. “Jayden and I will go.” Anne said. She stood and looked at me. “Now.” Like I said, determination. “Oh, okay. Yeah, let’s go.” Ominis shrugged, grumbled something that sounded like “be careful” and crashed on the couch. Anne and I hid ourselves under the guise of disillusionment, and made for the catacomb.

As we moved through the darkness, I found myself reflecting on the last five years. I came to Hogwarts as a first year, barely knowing English. I was scared, and alone. An orphan from a tiny island thousands of miles away. But I learned. I grew, and adapted. Sebastian, Anne, and Ominis were always my best friends. Then she came. Leanna Turner. The new student. Came in as a fifth year, and changed everything. Dare I say, ruined everything. We were working together, we were going to help Anne. Then all of a sudden, she shows up. She wins over the school in a week, saves us from a goblin invasion. The hero. She starts dating the only other Polynesian in the school, a Fijian named Tevita. He was cool. He could control water like nothing I’ve ever seen. We’ve always been close, me and him. But I don’t trust her. Somehow, she convinced Sebastian he didn’t need me. She pushed him too far, into dark magic and into mistakes he made without thinking. Anne snapped me out of my trance. “We’re here.” We entered the catacomb, and began to search. Casting revelio every two seconds. As we continued to find nothing, the hair on my neck suddenly stood straight up. I whipped around, and found Leanna at the end of my wand. “What are you doing here?” I said gruffly. “Jayden no.” Anne pushed down my wand hand and approached Leanna. “What is it Leanna?” Leanna continued to stare at me, then slowly opened her mouth and began to speak. “I’m doing the same as you. Trying to free my friend.” She said, unwavering. I scoffed, drawing a glare from Anne. “Leanna is our friend.” She said. “She healed me, and you’d do well to remember it.” I clenched my jaw, withheld my retort, and stood down. Leanna continued. “I’ve searched everywhere and everything. I’ve questioned everyone I can think of.” The Ravenclaw girl sighed, and tossed her golden hair over her shoulder. “And nothing. We’d have to break him out if we’re going to free him.” I could sense the serious sarcasm in her tone. I looked at Anne. She had a strange look in her eyes, scared yet focused. I recognized the same look that I saw in Sebastian’s eyes, when he was going down that dark path. “We will find something.” I told Anne, placing my hand reassuringly on her shoulder. “Yes, right. We will. I’m going to get some air.” Anne responded, and left me with Leanna.

We stood there a moment, awkwardly glancing around. “Why don’t you like me?” She finally said. “You’re a Ravenclaw, be smart and figure it out.” I retorted, and turned away to look for more evidence. More so, I was just trying to avoid her. “I think you blame me. I think that you assume I am the reason this happened.” I said nothing for a moment. Then stood, and faced her. “Yeah, I do think that. Everything was fine before you. We were going to figure it out. Then you came and now Seb is in Azkaban.” She looked at me, and for a moment I saw a crack in her confidence. Her silver blue eyes flickered down. “You’re not wrong. It did happen when I got here.” She gathered herself. “But I didn’t ever intend for this. I tried to contain his feelings and help him. I never ever thought this would happen. And if we’re going to get him back, we need to work together.” She was right, and I hated it. I sighed. “Okay. Truce.” I offered my hand, and she shook it. “I will try to trust you. Do not let me down. I don’t care how powerful you are.” She nodded silently, and we returned to the castle.

I was awoken with a jolt. It was Ominis. “Hey.” He said, his empty eyes staring above my head. “Anne has an idea.” He said grimly. I grumbled and got out of bed, to meet Anne in the undercroft. When we got there, she wasn’t there. Ominis and I sat for a moment, before she burst in with Leanna in tow. “Anne, I didn’t mean-“ Leanna tried to speak to Anne, but she was determined. “I have an idea.” Anne said, hands on her hips. “We are going to break Sebastian out of Azkaban.” Ominis spit out his tea, and I choked on my muffin. “I’ve just learned that every single owl that we have sent to the ministry has been intercepted. By Ruth Singer.” What a joke. Officer Singer was a pathetic excuse for law enforcement. “We don’t need to worry about that now.” Anne began to pace back and forth. “We have a secret weapon.” She continued. “And what might that be?” I inquired. She spun on her heel and looked at me. “Ominis.” Ominis spat out more tea. “Me? What? How?” Leanna’s face matched mine. Confused, intrigued, worried. “Your family has connections. We use that. We go to Azkaban, say that we’re visiting to interview an Auror for an assignment. Then we get him out.” I sighed. It could work. “It’d be risky Anne.” I said. “I don’t care. Worth it. Leanna said so yesterday.” Leanna stepped into the conversation. “Now, no, wait. I said at the rate we’ve been, we’d need to break him out. I never endorsed it.” She sighed. “But it could maybe work. We’d have to be perfect in our execution of the plan.” Ominis stood. “We’re going to do it. Anne is right, as is Leanna. This can work. But we need to be perfect.” My heartbeat quickened. Anne began to pace up and down, her nerves increasing. “We can do it. We can. But I need you all to know, if this does wrong? We join him.” I laughed loudly, startling everyone. “I’m an illegal bear. I know risks.” Anne and Ominis chuckled. Leanna’s confusion was amusing. Anne leaned over. “Animagus.” She whispered. “Ohhhhhh!” Leanna said with wide eyes. She then began to think. I think I know someone who can help us. Someone we all trust.” Ominis seemed hesitant. “Well, Azkaban is in the middle of the ocean right? It may help if we have an ocean guy.” I smiled. Ominis didn’t like most people, especially know it all Ravenclaws. But Tevita, he was different. Ominis loved him. “Ah. Yes. I agree.” Ominis said, a small smile peeking out of the corner of his mouth. “So it’s settled.” Anne said firmly. “We assemble our team. We save my brother.”

#hogwarts legacy #hphl #Sebastian sallow #Ominis gaunt #Anne sallow #Hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts oc #hogwarts legacy fanfic #different OC’s #lots of OC’s #brown people ocs #hogwarts #harry potter #hufflepuff #gryffindor #ravenclaw #slytherin #hogwarts houses #hogwarts legacy oc

[expectodragons]

The Act of Begging || 18+ Oneshot

✦ Summary: It's getting harder to focus during Potions class and only one person is to blame for that.

✦ Pairing: Aesop Sharp x Female Reader

✦ Word Count: 1,600

✦ Rating: Explicit, 18+ only - minors do not interact.

✦ Tags / Warnings: Age difference, praise kink, professor kink, PWP, reader is of age, slight power dynamics, student/professor relationship, vaginal fingering.

✦ A/N: It's 3am and I have no idea where this idea suddenly emerged from.

It started as a soft tingling – the not-so-quiet niggling in the back of your mind every time you caught the brooding gaze from across the room. The burning stare that made your thighs squeeze together and your chin dip down to your collarbone when the flush of heat spread across your cheeks.

How many times have you scolded yourself now?

It was all so wrong.

But surely something this wrong couldn’t taste half as sweet as the taste of his lips when they met yours.

You force yourself to stare down at your potion notes, trying to drown out the rumble of his voice as he lectures from his desk. But all you can hear is the sound of his gritted moans and muttered warnings ringing out in your head. You grip your hands together in your lap and will the lesson to finish.

You pride yourself in only sparring a single glance at the professor when Natty loops her arm through yours and nearly drags you out of the classroom. His eyes never lift from his desk.

Later that evening, no one so much as bats an eye when you slip away from the common room. You claimed to be in desperate need of a volume on advanced spellcasting from the library before curfew. Exams were only another three weeks away, after all. It was a believable excuse as any.

The library is not where you find yourself, however. As you hurry down another flight of stone stairs and take off down a familiar corridor. Shrouded in a faint glow from the collection of flickering hanging lanterns, the potions classroom is a still sight when you peer around the open doorway. Small footfalls lead you to the ajar door of the professor’s office.

He doesn’t even blink an eye when you step over the threshold.

You don’t even question how he knows it’s you every time – he just does.

Sharp presses the end of his quill against a piece of parchment, striking out passages and adding pointed notes to the essay in front of him.

“You’re late,” he mutters.

As though you had a set meeting time. As though any of this was ever planned out beforehand.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize, despite yourself.

With a sigh, the older professor sets his quill to the side along with the stack of essays. Placing his elbows on his desk, and his chin upon his fist, he stares up at you with a scrutinizing glance that you can’t quite decide if it’s annoyed or hungry.

“Come here.”

Like you’ve fallen under his spell, you obey. Dutifully rounding the table to stand before him as he flicks his wand at the door – both closing and locking it – and manages to turn his chair to face you.

He reaches out toward you. The back of his hand drags down from the curve of your shoulder to the swell of your breast. You watch in awe as his finger presses against the rounded point of your blouse before he draws his hand back to his lap.

Sharp leans back in his chair, his legs falling open on either side.

“Let me see you.”

Sensing the heat radiating from his eyes, you feel your nimble fingers rising to the task of unbuttoning your shirtwaist. Slow and deft, the blouse falls aside – exposing your thin shift to the humid air of the office. Sharp rests his hand upon his thigh, rubbing in a lazy circular pattern as you push the shirt from your shoulders.

Reaching behind your back, you pop the two buttons on your skirt before that too joins your blouse on the flagstone floor. Stepping out of the pooled cloth, you manage to lower your gaze to meet the potion professor’s.

The look he gives you sends a bolt of heat to your belly like a flash of lightning, radiating out to every appendage until your neck and ears flush and your thighs give another involuntary squeeze.

“My darling girl,” he muses in that low tone of his.

Warm thick fingers wrap around your wrist as he pulls you toward him. You sink down onto the chair – pushing his legs inward as you rest your knees on either side of him. It’s a tight fit, but you hardly notice the slight agitation of pain flaring up as he leans forward to press his lips against yours.

A contented sigh falls from your mouth as the longing reaches the surface.

Surely it had been weeks, months, years since he had last had you like this. Since he had dragged you down and devoured you with every ounce of passion he had inside him.

Aesop draws back, his hand cupping the back of your neck as he meets your eyes.

“I missed you,” you whisper against the breath of space between your lips.

Your body rocks an inch forward in his lap as you seek him out – his touch, his presence, his attention. It’s all within reach, yours for the taking, but he keeps you steady with another hand resting upon the bare expanse of your right thigh.

“Did you miss me?”

His eyes darken a fraction and you find yourself transfixed in the glorious spiderweb-like lines resting there in his iris. Mixtures of charcol and ink rippling along with a splash of mystery and desire.

He smirks as his hips rut upward, just barely grazing your wet core.

“I always miss your presence when you are away.”

Your head falls back as the feeling of warm fingers begin to travel higher up your thigh – pushing aside the hem of your white shift.

“Aesop…” you sigh, tilting your hips forward to meet him – desperate to feel his touch there upon your most sensitive of places.

You hear the warm drawl of his chuckle as his knuckles rub against your aching lips.

“Oh!”

Dipping between the folds, his curled fingers drag through the velvet wetness that your desire has produced. You barely catch his next act – as your eyes snap open and your mouth falls in heavenly awe.

Bringing his hand up to his lips, holding your gaze, he sucks his own fingers into his mouth. With a pleased moan, his eyes flutter shut.

Grabbing hold of his forearms, you seek out his clothed girth beneath you. His head lulls to the side as he blinks back up at you – a knowing smile tugging at his pink lips.

“So wet for me and all from what? A kiss?”

A whine tugs at your throat as you try in vain to rut against his lap.

“Please,” you beg softly – eyes squeezed shut with your desperate attempts at relief.

There’s a beat of silence, of stillness.

And then…

“Yes…”

You can hear the curled smile on his lips as Aesop drags his fingers through your warm lips once again.

“I do love it when you beg, darling.”

Soon, you’re thrusting forward to meet his lazy exploration of your cunt. Crying out each time his finger grazes against the throbbing bundle of nerves at the top of your womanhood.

“Please, oh Merlin. Please, Professor.”

Like the flick of a wand, like a sudden change in the weather, Aesop grips hold of your left thigh and presses his thumb against your clit – rubbing a punishing rhythm that has you withering, sobbing out as you chase that nearing high.

And then he pushes forward. The prickles of his beard scrape against your neck as his lips descend upon your sensitive skin. His teeth graze your flesh but never sink in – though you wish for once he would just let go and give in to his desires. But his tongue flicks over your pulse point as his wonderful fingers work you up into a tizzy that has your thoughts turned to nothing more than the sensation of him beneath you.

“Come on,” he grunts. “Be a good girl now.”

“Oh!”

Your eyes squeeze shut as he works the rhythm with quick little flicks of his thumb. You can feel that familiar coil in your womb as the feeling of blissful release nears.

“Go on,” he murmurs, pressing a lingering kiss to your heated skin. “Make a mess on my fingers and show me how good I make you feel.”

Yes, yes, yes. Your hips snap forward as you seek out that perfect touch, grinding yourself against his hand as your pleasure reaches its peak, and then down, down, down you go…

“Oh god.”

Rutting lazily against his palm, you can feel the sticky wet mess of your release dribbling out of your cunt.

Aesop’s lips press a trail of kisses from your neck up to your jawline, before he places a ghosting touch near the corner of your mouth. Leaning back, you meet his desire-blown gaze.

“There’s my girl,” he murmurs with a pleased sort of smile.

You can feel the drag of his fingers through your soaked folds, the teasing digit circling your entrance. It’s too much and not enough all at once. Taking hold of your bottom lip with your teeth, you grind down lightly against his open palm – much to his pleasure.

“Please.”

A calloused hand cups your cheek as he prods gently at your quivering center.

“Please what?”

Forcing your breath to steady out, you meet his hungry gaze.

“Please… Professor.”

He hums with delight as he presses his finger past the tight ring of your throbbing cunt.

“That’s my girl,” he coos in a non-too-sweet voice.

Your cries befall his parted lips as he tugs you closer and brings you to the brink for the second time that night.

#aesop sharp x reader #professor sharp x reader #aesop sharp fanfic #professor sharp fanfic #hphl fanfic #my fic

[animasola86]

The Darkness Within: Tom's Reward

Notes: Chapter 9 of The Darkness Within is here, two months after the last one, oops! As usual, I am giving you the smut part here, but I'm encouraging you to read the whole chapter over on AO3! Thank you and enjoy!

Pairing: Tom Riddle x f!mc // Genre: Smut // Words: 2.7k

Warnings: NSFW! MDNI! Explicit sexual content (fingering, vaginal sex, bj)! It's rough, it's Tom Riddle, what do you expect?

Synopsis: After giving Genevieve the Dark Mark, Tom decides to indulge in her deepest desire and lets her have it, maybe not quite how she had expected it.

This is part of my Sebastian Sallow/f!mc fanfic The Darkness Within. To read smut with her and Sebastian, check these out: Chapter 7 smut + Chapter 8 angsty smut!

Last warning: Dark smut below the cut! Enemies of the heir, beware!

Context: MC dies at the Battle of Hogwarts, Sebastian resurrects her and they both land 62 years in the future, but separate from each other. He ends up becoming an Auror and she meets Tom Riddle and gets pulled into his cause/charm. This scene takes place after he gives her the Dark Mark to ensure her allegiance to him. (She is 21 here and he is 10 years older.)

Excerpt of Chapter 9:

"Tom's Reward"

With her forearm still tingling and carefully propped against the back of the sofa, she found herself lying on her back, her chest rising and falling fast as she watched Tom slowly unbuttoning his shirt. She still felt a little delirious from the pain of his branding and the sensation that had been their first kiss, no matter how short it had been, and seeing him now, actually engaging in those things he didn't deem worthy of his time, left her breathless and with her head spinning even more.

She blinked and suddenly he was right on top of her, his hands holding her face as he leaned down to close his lips around hers. Her gasp was the culmination of all those feelings she had harboured for him over the years, all the longing and lusting and need for him. Finally feeling his hands on her, his mouth, his lips and his tongue, his weight and his body, his knees pushing against her thighs as he forced her legs open, it quickly overwhelmed her enough to surrender herself to him completely.

She didn't even wonder that, despite his obvious aversion against any physical touch or desire, he knew exactly what he was doing. He kissed her demandingly, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth, and pressed his pelvis against hers, and even through the layers of clothes that were still between them she could feel his excitement for her pressing right against her core.

She'd assumed it was because of her, but unbeknownst to her it was just his desire to take her, make her his, bask in the power he had over her. Tom didn't want to bring her pleasure or satisfy her needs, he wanted to own her, dominate her, bend her to his will, and most of all, he wanted to feel that power surging through her – and what better way to experience that than by becoming one with the vessel that held it.

Because that was what she was to him: a body sheltering something that was useful to him, very, very useful, if he played his cards right. And he knew he did, when she started moaning softly beneath him, just from having him kiss her. She was putty in his hands and knowing that only spurred his desire to claim her even more.

He leaned back then and looked at her, and all he could see behind those brown irises was lust. Lust for him, lust for the things they were about to do, lust to indulge in these activities he had kept her from thinking all these years. She was very imaginative, he had to give her that, if he would have the sense for it, he would have blushed under the ideas this little girl kept in her pretty head. He took inspiration in her thoughts for a little longer, before he gave her a smile and another peck and then leaned back once more.

She watched him breathlessly as he moved back, settling between her legs. He didn't waste time to undress her the old-fashioned way, he just flicked his finger, not even his wand as she noticed with growing admiration, and she felt her clothes disappearing into thin air. And suddenly she lay completely bare before him, her chest rising and falling fast, making her breasts move in a steady rhythm, and her legs were splayed and unable to close and hide her most precious place as he was still kneeling between them.

Under other circumstances she would have felt embarrassed and mortified to be this vulnerable and exposed, but under Tom's dark gaze she felt oddly calm, ready to do anything with and for him. And he knew as much, she could tell. He was watching her closely, his eyes wandering over her naked body, taking in every little detail. When he looked directly into her eyes, she froze on the spot, completely mesmerized by the void that were his dark eyes.

She didn't even notice his touch at first, only when he would curl his fingers inside her did she realize he had pushed them past her folds and straight into her wetness and the feeling left her breathless. It wasn't just his fingers, it was what he was doing – and she couldn't be sure, but she felt tingles like tiny electric shocks surging through her body as if he would channel his magic right against her most sensitive spots, only increasing the sensation.

Her moans came sudden and loud, her whole body convulsing under his touch, and while she was consumed by pleasure, her head spinning and full of static, he kept going, fingering her to the brink of insanity, as she thrashed her body into the cushions of the couch, only held in place by his other hand on her stomach, whose thumb was pressed right against her clit, issuing the same kind of magical touch as he rubbed it roughly.

Orgasm after orgasm rolled over her and she had no idea how she was still functioning under the pressure of having her body going through all these types of stimulations. She felt utterly spent when he would finally let go of her, not that she would have noticed right away as the tremors were still shuddering through her every nerve and limb.

Breathing heavily, her lips parted and trembling and dry, she opened her eyes slightly and found him sitting on the edge of the couch, watching her, his wet fingers held out in front of him. Somehow she knew what he wanted and without any word shared between them, she sat up and cradled his hand between her shaking fingers as if it was his most priced possession. For her it was, having brought her these amazing feelings still resonating through her lower body.

Her eyes were on his face when she leaned closer and brought her lips to his fingertips, tasting herself on his skin as she sucked his fingers into her mouth one at a time, swirling her tongue around them feverishly until she deemed them clean enough. He watched her almost curiously, no other emotion evident on his handsome features. As she was about to lower his hand, he insisted on pushing two of his fingers past her lips and deeper into her mouth.

She felt him caressing her tongue and the inside of her cheeks as she sat very still and let him explore her mouth, and she didn't even flinch when he moved his fingers deeper, pressing against the back of her throat, teasing it with his fingertips. Holding his gaze, she successfully fought the urge to gag around him and he rewarded her with a dark smile as he continued forcing his fingers deeper. Tears rolled from the corners of her eyes and she held her breath, her entire body stiffening under the sensation.

But she didn't fight it, of course she didn't. She was his to do whatever with. And he knew that very well. Suddenly she felt his other hand around her throat, squeezing against his fingers lodged inside her. Her eyes stared at him pleadingly as the urge to gasp or gag or do anything against his literal choke-hold grew almost unbearable. He stared right back, not giving in just yet. Feeling more than light-headed, she raised her hands to claw at his wrists before even holding them there felt too much for her to handle.

Just as her grip loosened as her body was about to fall into the tight embrace of unconsciousness, he let go of her throat and pulled his fingers out, urging her to breathe. She was barely able to do so, gasping soundlessly, then coughing violently, her entire body shaking against whatever it had just experienced. His wet fingers grazed her cheek and she calmed down slowly, her eyelids fluttering as she looked at him.

“You're such a good girl,” he praised her as he leaned closer to press his mouth against her trembling lips, his voice causing her to smile despite the slight discomfort in her throat.

In the haze nestling inside her head, she then felt him moving her, laying her down on her back again as he grabbed her thighs and pushed her legs upwards against her torso, holding her wide open as he positioned himself right against her. She heard the faint rustle of fabric, her head still spinning, and she barely registered him pressing his tip against her core. Her hands snaked around her legs as she hooked them around the back of her knees and held them in place, her feet dangling in the air as she watched him closely.

His cold gaze was on her, no emotion whatsoever on his pale face, as he crawled over her, one hand lining himself up with her entrance, the other propped next to her hip to support his body as he leaned over her slightly. With his eyes fixed on hers, he then lowered himself and in a swift, almost harsh motion drove himself right into her tight warmth. She moaned, shuddering under the intrusion as he buried his cock as deep as possible, pushing his entire weight down onto her pelvis.

He then shifted against her, leaned on one knee, while his other leg moved to the floor, giving him more leverage to start moving against her as he grabbed her thighs firmly and folded her legs almost brutally against her, before he settled into a fast rhythm that knocked any remaining air right out of her. Her noises mixed with the slapping of skin against skin as he thrust into her at an ever-growing pace, deep and fast and hard, in and out until she could barely feel anything any more.

She was a whimpering mess beneath him, pushed into the cushions by the powerful snaps of his hips, her breaths too erratic to let any new air into her aching lungs, leaving her breathless and light-headed, and yet she felt like she had never felt before as he quickly brought her back to that sensation of pure bliss. Every thrust moved her up the sofa, every downwards motion pulled her back towards him, his hands bruising her skin, his girth filling and stretching her, scraping past those special spots that made her toes curl up painfully.

Her heart felt as if it would explode inside her chest at any second as her insides convulsed and her walls tightened around him rhythmically, gripping him, squeezing him, pulling him in deeper. Amidst the blindingly bright pleasure exploding within her and her ear- and room-filling moans and feeble attempts to breathe, she then heard a groan coming from the man above her, and for a moment she just stared at him in awe, seeing him so affected by what they were doing, his jaw clenched, his brows furrowed in concentration and his lips pressed tightly together. There was even a faint hint of a blush on his high cheekbones.

When he noticed her gaze, the tension on his face shifted into an almost soft expression, causing her to feel an immense rush of warmth flooding her insides. It might have been his seed pouring out of him as he came inside her with a deep shuddering of his hips as he halted his movements for a moment, or it was something else she was too afraid to name. Whatever it was, it made her lean up past the tight grip he had on her folded legs and once he let go of her, she was able to sit up and grab his face, before she pulled him down to press her trembling lips to his, kissing him through his release.

He kept moving against her, slower now, one of his hands finding the back of her head as he held her tightly in place, kissing her back just as eagerly. Once he stopped twitching inside her, she was almost disappointed that he pulled out immediately, painting her walls with his seed as he did so, leaving the last drops of his cum on her heated skin as he leaned back. She saw him breathing heavier when he let go of her face, watching her closely before his eyes moved down between her legs where his release was spilling from her quivering core.

Something dark washed over his features then and she had barely time to react when he suddenly pushed his fingers back into her hole, the squelching sound quite obscene even in her pleasure riddled mind. She shivered against his touch and frowned slightly as she realized what he was doing. He was scraping his seed out of her. His fingers moved deep and curled inside her and it was not to give her more pleasure, he was actively trying to clean her tight channel.

Just as she was wondering why he would do that and why with his fingers no less, he grabbed her chin with his other hand and made her look at him, before he forced her jaw open. She obeyed, not that she had any other choice, and gasped deeply when he would push his cum covered fingers into her mouth. His gaze was dark and she understood immediately as she began to flick her tongue around his digits, licking his salty seed right off his skin, ignoring the tear falling past her lashes.

Once he deemed his fingers to be clean, he would shove them back past her wet folds, scooping up more for her to clean and swallow, his grip on her chin never easing. She endured the procedure with her heart racing and her body quivering and when he would finally release her chin, she inhaled sharply, trying to relax, only for him to grab the back of her head and push her face right against his groin.

She whimpered against him, scrambling into a more comfortable position to be able to focus on the new task he had for her. With shaking hands she cradled his half-hardened cock between her fingers and started licking it gingerly, tasting more of his bitter seed, yet the more she put on her tongue, the better it felt as it slid down her hurting throat. Breathing through her nose, she barely noticed his tightening grip in her hair as he pushed her further onto him until her lips were wrapped around his shaft as his tip scraped against the back of her throat.

Too numb to gag around him, she focused on pressing her tongue against him, feeling him growing harder and thicker inside her as he started moving her head back and forth to give him the friction he apparently desired. Her hands gripping his thighs, she let him use her to his liking and he did so without hesitation, not letting her catch her breath or rest her aching jaw or swallow the saliva pooling around him.

He even started pushing his hips against her as well, forcing his length deeper and deeper as he angled her head to allow the motion. All she could do was whimper and squeeze her eyes shut as more and more tears fell from her lashes, and not even her fingernails digging into his skin stopped him from pushing in and out of her mouth at a rapid pace. Only when she felt him twitching against her tongue would he release his grip on her and allowed her to pull back, and as she took deep shuddering breaths he wasted no time to shoot his load right into her face.

She flinched against it, feeling it hitting her cheeks and nose and eyebrows, before he pushed his throbbing tip back past her lips and emptied himself right onto her tongue. He held her jaw tightly, not allowing her to escape the grasp, as he filled her up more and more until it spilled past his length and down her chin, and this time she couldn't help but gag against the sheer amount of it. He pushed her head back then and she spluttered and coughed, trying to swallow what he had given her.

While she was still trying to regain her composure, she noticed him standing up. Looking up at him, she met his dark gaze. His pale face was hard again, no emotion whatsoever on his handsome features as his eyes wandered over her soiled face and body. “Clean yourself up,” was all he said to her, before he turned around and left through a door into the deeper parts of Borgin and Burkes.

End notes: And I thought I'd enjoy writing a Dark Sebastian, when all I had to write for was Tom in his natural habitat! I feel almost sorry for poor Genevieve...

Picture of Tom by the lovely @esolean!

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Today: Publication of the 4th chapter: "Everything for control"

Summary:

You wake up alone in Ominis's bed to find your wand missing.

⚠️Warning/tags⚠️: Explicit sexual content, quite dark, possessive Ominis Gaunt, no use of y/n, Dark!Ominis Gaunt, jealousy and insecurity

A/N: That chapter makes me think of a quote from Jean Cocteau: "You say you love flowers and you cut off their stems, you say you love dogs and you put a leash on them, you say you love birds and you put them in a cage, you say you love me so I'm afraid."

⚠️This link leads to NSFW content. Be warned! ⚠️

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[solemn-marauders]

Undercroft Confessions

Sebastian x MC (Thea), but only Sebastian and Ominis are in this.

A direct follow-up to my Patronus piece where Ominis has to spell it out for Sebastian.

Disclaimer: More of my Hogwarts Legacy drabble that I’m posting. These are written quickly while the ideas are fresh. They are short and most likely sprinkled with errors. I’m posting these for me, but if other people enjoy them, then all the better. I will be using my MC’s name, Thea, since this is her story. I also keep the time period in mind. I do my best to keep it as period accurate as possible.

Trigger Warning: Brief mention of ending one's life and death.

Additional Information: This takes place in their 6th year immediately after a Defense Against the Arts class. I highly suggest you read the piece before this one.

His surroundings were a blur. His mind barely registered a voice calling out his name. Thank Merlin that the Undercroft wasn’t far. Waving his wand in front of the ornate cabinet was second nature by this point. It wasn’t until he heard the metal locking back into place that he finally let out a shaky breath. Sebastian shuffled to the sofa they had conjured long ago to make the room more comfortable. He had just made it to the piece of furniture when he heard the metal components of the door moving again.

Ominous entered in a flurry, his glowing wand held aloft. The door had barely closed behind him when he turned to Sebastian.

“I knew it!” He gestured towards him with his wand.

“Don’t.” Sebastian groaned.

“I knew you were in love with her!” He was walking closer now. 

The brunette threw himself face-first into the cushions of the settee. “And now the whole bloody school knows.” He grumbled into the thick fabric. Unfortunately for him, his blind friend possessed superhuman level hearing and didn’t miss a word. Sebastian felt the cushion shift as his friend settled in next to his pathetic form.

His tone much quieter than before, “Why did you never tell me? Did you smell her in your amortentia as well? Is that why you dashed out of potions that day?” Ominis asked. “I know I gave you two a hard time last year about it, but all teasing aside, I wish you had felt that you could have talked to me about it.” He trailed off.

Ominis tried to hide it, but Sebastian winced at how wounded he sounded.

Sebastian nodded into the pillow. “I’m sorry, Ominis.” He had turned his head, the desire to smother himself in the chaise slowly fading. “I swear to you that I didn’t even know the extent of it.” He was too embarrassed to even glance at his comrade. He fixed his gaze on a wooden crate against the far wall as the words tumbled out. “Whatever they were, every time they sprang forward, I would just bury them deep down. I was so focused on saving Anne, Thea had the weight of the world on her shoulders with all of the Ranrok and ancient magic business, and I didn’t want her to think that my feelings for her were disingenuous. That they were just another one of my manipulations.”

“Then why in Merlin’s name did you abandon her?”

“Because I love her!” He pushed himself upright, folding his legs underneath him as he finally faced his fellow Slytherin. “She saw me murder someone, Ominis! I know that we’ve deduced that Salazar’s book had me under some sort of spell, but that excuses nothing. Even at my darkest, my lowest, she stayed by my side, convinced you and Anne not to turn me in.”

“Exactly, Sebastian! After all of that, she still cared for you. I don’t see your logic here.” 

“I have blood on my hands, nightmares where I wake up in a cold sweat, moments where I feel like the world is closing in and I can’t breathe. I sometimes even fantasise about killing myself.”

“Sebastian..”

“She deserves someone uncomplicated. All I am is a burden. It’s a wonder why you even decided to come back into my life.”

“Sebastian.” Ominis said with force. “I come from a family with an infinite streak of cruelty and genocidal tendencies. I am far from uncomplicated, and yet you are still my friend and I am yours.”

“Yes, but..”

Ominis cut him off by abruptly holding a finger up. “Theadora is a presumed orphan with no knowledge of her past, an extraordinary amount of a mysterious and powerful magic, and yet you stuck to her like glue after your first meeting even before learning of her abilities, and she welcomed it.” He released a deep sigh. “The point I am trying to make is that both myself and Thea chose to be your friend, flaws and all. You took away her choice in the matter. You’ve been incredibly selfish and to someone who has been a far better companion to you than anyone else, myself included.” His forceful tone wavered and turned quiet. “She’s convinced that you just used her to cure Anne, and when that failed, you casted her aside without a second thought at her lowest.”

Sebastian’s head whipped up, his gaze finally landed on his friend. “What do you mean?”

Ominis grunted and pinched the bridge of his nose. “It still amazes me just how dense you can be. You were there, you saw her absorb that mass of corrupted magic. You knew she meant to sacrifice herself by doing so, not believing that she would survive the ordeal. She lived but Fig died in the process, the closest thing to a father she has ever experienced. As if that weren’t enough, she now struggles daily with complications stemming from her housing all of that unbridled magic. She’s terrified, Sebastian. She’s never felt more alone.”

Sebastian was thankful that Ominis couldn’t see the tears brimming within his eyes. He tried as hard as he could to keep his voice steady. “I had no idea.”

“Correct! Because you’ve been an absolute cad! You would have known all of this, and more, had you stayed by her side as she did yours!” Ominis threw his hands in the air. “Merlin’s beard, you could have even been courting this whole time, instead of your pathetic pining from across whatever room you happen to be in together. It would have saved me five galleons if you had.”

Sebastian gave his head a shake as he blinked back his tears. “Saved you five galleons?”

The atmosphere had lightened slightly as Ominis scoffed. “You think there hasn’t been a running wager within our year of when the two of you would finally stop pretending like you aren’t completely besotted with one another? I had my money on by the end of the summer.”

“What? Who is participating?”

“Nearly our entire year.”

“Who is currently winning?”

Ominis visibly blanched. “That’s not important. What is important is that you owe me five galleons, thank you very much.”

Sebastian narrowed his brown eyes. “It must be important for you not to tell me and then make a poor attempt at changing the subject.”

Ominis turned his head away from him. “You’re not going to like it.”

“Who. Is. It?”

"It’s Garreth. Currently he’s in the lead to win the pot. He bet that you two would never end up officially courting.”

Ominis was right. Sebastian did not like that. He very much did not like that. He felt his face flush with his rising anger. Garreth probably made that bet with the confidence of himself being the one to woo Thea. Once again, the thought of Weasley doing anything remotely intimate with Thea made the bile in his stomach turn. At the same time, he wanted to blast at every crate, barrel, and dummy within the vicinity. 

“I can feel you seething.”

A sudden thought occurred to Sebastian that hit him like a fist to the gut. He loathed to ask this, but he had to know.

“Does he..” He struggled to form the words as his nausea built. “Does he make her happy?”

“Who? Garreth and Thea? That’s not necessarily the impression she gave me. Their dalliance seemed more of a distraction on her part. She had a rough year and welcomed the diversion he offered. We all know Garreth has a penchant for pretty things, and a soft spot for our ivory-haired friend.”

Sebastian audibly grumbled at his statement. Ominis continued nonetheless.

“Need I remind you that she ended it before term began. She would not have done so if she were serious about him.”

“Are you certain that they actually ended things? That they didn’t just say that so they can sneak around the castle without suspicion?” Sebastian was wondering if it were possible to throw up and punch a wall at the same time.

“I am certain. She told me herself. And before you ask, she was not lying. You know I can tell those things. But Sebastian, please heed my words. To be blunt, you broke her heart. She may no longer have the capacity to love you the way you wish she would.” He placed a hand on his comrade’s shoulder.

They sat in silence as Sebastian stewed on his words. He came to accept that he missed her deeply enough that he could learn to be happy with just a friendship between he and Thea. If his feelings were to remain unrequited, he would learn to live with it. Live with it for the rest of his life just as he would live with the regret of squandering something as precious as her heart when he had it. He sat up straight and squared his shoulders.

“I don’t deserve it, but I need your help.” He told his oldest friend.

“Merlin, help me.” Was his reply.

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The Sound of Seashells (Aderva)

A/N: I have decided to take on @usernoneexistent​ ‘s Summer Break challenge starting with these lovely rivals turned lovers, Adonis and Minerva (who belongs to the amazing @unfortunate-arrow​ ) 

Summary: Adonis and Minerva take their small children to their annual trip to explore the Greek beaches 

Adonis Demirugos closed his eyes for a moment, taking in the smell of salt, citrus, tzatziki and fresh beer. He could almost hear his dear mother’s laugh, chiding him for playing with the wet sand and smearing some on his sister’s face. He noticed a familiar pair of hands hugging him from the behind and he smiled, looking back at his dear wife Minerva Kennedy “Is the beach as you remember?” 

He teasingly pretended to think “Hmm, I don’t recall a small, ill-tempered writer accosting me, no.” 

Minerva teasingly slapped his arm, and he laughed, catching her arms and turning her so she’d be facing him and pressed her against him “You haven’t answered my question yet. Is the beach as you remember?” 

He smiled fondly at her and pecked her on the lips “It’s better than I remember, because you and our little ones are here with me.” 

Minerva smiled and stepped on her tiptoes to kiss him, and he gladly obliged, melting on each other’s embrace... before hearing the ‘bleughs’ and disgusted noises of their twins, which made them chuckle. Daphne seemed a bit reluctant of the sea, almost afraid, and Adonis took the hint and approached her “Is the sea too stinky for you, sweetheart?” 

“Is the sea that big, Bampás?” 

“Yes, but the fish and crabs normally mind their business. Here, let’s take a small dip together.” 

“Will you hold me if I fall?” 

He smiled at her “Feel free to haunt me if I don’t.” 

She giggled and took her father’s hand, and he led her to a small part of the water. She gasped at the cold shore and he caressed her arms “Easy, sweetheart. Baby steps.” She took a few more steps before she shrieked out of fear. Minerva and Atticus’ attention went towards them. Adonis looked into the water... to chuckle at the sight of a seashell “Nothing to fear! It’s just a seashell.” 

Daphne’s fear turned into curiosity and observed the new life before her: it shone and had a kind of rainbow “Whoa! So pretty!” 

He leaned over his daughter’s ear and whispered “Do you know that the Ancient Greeks believed that you could hear the mermaids sing inside the seashells?” 

She gasped, delighted “Can I?!” 

He smiled “I don’t think you can hear the mermaids... but you can hear the sea. Go on, give it a try.” 

As Daphne placed the seashell in her ear, Atticus raced towards them, out of his mother’s lap, and she followed; even she was curious of that fact. One by one they gave it a try and the kids started looking for more seashells, and Minerva took her husband’s hand in hers “I think you just cured Daphne’s fear for the sea.” 

“Thalassophobia.” 

Minerva frowned “What?” 

“That’s the name for the fear of sea. Thalassophobia. From the ancient word for sea, ‘thalassos’.” 

Minerva smiled at him “One new thing I learn. Maybe you should teach me more Ancient Greek.” 

He grimaced “I’m the last man on Earth who’d be a good teacher. I only know a handful of words and phrases and can only read an excerpt of Socrates.” 

Minerva kissed his cheek “You know better than me already.” 

Both chuckled and looked at her before smirking. Before she could react, he picked her bride style and pretended to throw her to the sea “Adonis Androcles Demiurgos, if you drop me at the sea, you’ll sleep in the sofa for a week!” She threatened, but she was trying not to laugh. 

“I shall take my chances.” He did the same action twice before gently dipping her legs into the sea, which got half of her dress wet. She shrieked and smacked his arm, which made him laugh. 

This was the queue to pick their things and return home. The children gushed over the seashells and what they’d do with them, and as Minerva served the dinner she and Adonis had made, and even though Minerva played hard to get, he did spot a small smile. 

They retired to bed, and Adonis’ guess was right: she was bluffing, for when he was to go to the sofa, she told him to just come to bed already before she came to her senses. 

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