#ranrock

[slytherinsprincesss]

MC talking with Professor Fig as they get ready to head into battle.

Prof Fig: Ready MC?

MC: Honestly? No… What if something happens to you? The other teachers? My friends?

Prof Fig: It’s not about surviving this war, it’s a matter of choosing the right time to die.

*Pause*

Prof Fig: It will be okay MC.

**Now they run together into battle not knowing his soon to come fate**

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[kvaziart]

Ranrok Hogwarts Legacy fanart

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[guccybangtan]

some thoughts about sebastian sallow (playing through as a gryffindor)

*this isn't going to be bit by bit but rather little random thoughts I had as I was playing! maybe i'll make a part two with more random thoughts lol

you can't tell me this fool wasn't smitten with you from the moment you beat him dueling in defense against the dark arts

at first he didn't know how to feel, surprised that he lost to the new fifth-year (also considering they're a filthy Gryffindor)

"not bad for a beginner, you give as good as you get"

Sebastian literally sneaking into the restricted section with you?? and taking the fall? there's no way he had no feelings for you.

Why would anyone get in trouble for some other student they just met and didn't really know?

the first (and like only tbh) real fight the two of you ever had was when he called you ignorant for trusting Lodgok. All you wanted was to stop Ranrock and help Anne in the process. Why couldn't he understand that?

Of course this made you upset, and so you told him off. If he couldn't see that he was taking things too far you needed to remind him.

even when his mind was preoccupied with Anne and his emotions, his still felt the need to apologize for his actions

when he said "I do trust you" after arguing

him hyping you up after viewing Isadora's pensive.

"you've more than proven yourself! you have the ability!"

he would be so supportive of you, even though you come from different houses.

I feel like Ominis would be one of your best friends too.

after everything that happened over the course of fifth year, he'd feel like he could trust you like he trusts Sebastian. You'd become like family to him.

I also totally imagine Ominis harassing Sebastian and being like "where's your Gryffindor?" or "haven't seen your Gryffindor around lately." or honestly maybe even "how's our Gryffindor doing?" once you get closer

making him cast crucio on you? good lord he almost lost his mind. He likely felt so bad for having to hurt the only person who was standing by his side and truly helping him.

him immediately asking if you were all right. I literally fell in love.

You standing by him even when everything happened with Anne and Uncle Solomon in the catacombs.

He knew then that he made the right choice befriending you, and that maybe there was nothing wrong with loving a Gryffindor.

'' I'm glad you came to Hogwarts"

I'd love to hear everyone else's thoughts about him!!

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[thatsallshewrot3]

Another Round of Hogwarts Legacy Prompts✨:

MC in an abusive relationship and Sebastian steps in to protect her

MC sees the grim in divination and Sebastian and Ominis act over protective

Sebastian, Ominis, Natty, and Poppy are held captive and have to watch while MC fights either Ranrock or Rookwood

MC struggles with her ancient magic

MC goes dress shopping for the Yule ball

MC is a triwizard champion and Sebastian and Ominis are scared for her life

MC gets hurt in crossed wands

Sebastian accidentally hurts MC

MC locks herself in the room of requirements after fighting Ranrock and Sebastian and Ominis try to get through to her and pick up the pieces

MC is kidnapped and goes missing for several days until suddenly showing up and refusing to talk

MC falls into a coma

MC takes Sebastian outside to play in the snow

Ominis notices something is wrong with MC and he pushes him to go talk to her

MC gets hurt during quidditch

MC has to complete another trial and Sebastian tags along

Sebastian and Ominis find out all the dangerous stuff MC did

Sebastian and MC go swimming together

Sebastian and MC go on a picnic

Valentine’s Day with Sebastian

MC gets detention and Sebastian tries to get detention too so they can be together

MC is sad on her bday so Sebastian and Ominis plan a surprise party with all their friends

MC has to return to the orphanage but Sebastian is set on finding another option for her so he goes to Professor sharp and professor Weasley

MC rescues Sebastian and Ominis from dark wizards

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[latoyalestrange]

something in common

s. sallow x f!reader

summary: sebastian accompanies you on your first trip to hogsmeade. after being attacked by a troll and confronted by rockwood and harlow in the three broomsticks, you decide to stay awhile for a butterbeer to wait for the two bitter henchmen to leave. one drink turns into two, then four, then...wait, how many did you have? and how did you end up dancing with him in the square? all you knew was you were having so. much. fun.

words: 1.2k

warnings: fluff, fifth year seb and mc pining, fluff, poor-upbringing!reader and seb, not edited!

think of the song they're dancing to as a kingdom dance from tangled vibe

being entirely new to the wizarding world, it was rare that you found something familiar to you about it. however, as you approached hogsmeade for the first time, it reminded you of the quaint village that raised you. it made you protect the village that much more when that troll attacked, and when ranrock's wizard henchmen so rudely interrupted your celebration.

apprehensive to leaving at first, you were thankful for sebastian, as he was a very effective distraction to the pressing situation. you found yourself unable to interrupt the flow of conversation, engulphed in his company. the butterbeer only added to your comfort, making your body warm from the inside out. the candlelight was dim, adding to the atmosphere.

"did you get the chance to stop by honeydukes yet?" he lowered the brim of his mug to reveal a perfect foam 'stache above his lip. you chuckled, but didn't mention it.

"no, not yet." a goofy smile remained on your face, making his cheeks flush. he panicked for a moment, then felt the foam dripping down the corners of his mouth and wiped it away with the sleeve of his robe.

"i ought to show you around, i could name a few sweets right now that would blow your little mind," he teased, trying to play his embarrassment off. you quirked your head to the side with intrigue.

"is that so?"

"it is so." you rolled your eyes, thoroughly amused with how serious he was. "how are you not impressed with all of this? i would've thought you would have at least a little culture shock, being from the city and all."

"to be honest, not much has changed from my regular life. well, other than the ancient-magic-weilding stuff. hogsmeade reminds me a lot of where i grew up."

"really? i always imagined you living in some big house with a butler or something."

"is that how you think all muggles live?" you were laughing into your words at his point and he couldn't help but join.

"well, no...yeah, i guess i did." your hand absentmindedly landed on his arm, sending electricity through him. in that moment he realized his new favorite thing to do was make you laugh, and he would do anything to make it happen.

"you're too much, sebastian. i think we've had too much." he laughed and followed your words, rising to his feet and holding out his hand for you to take.

"let's walk it off, shall we?" your eyes followed his arm all the way down to his hand before you hesitantly granted him your hand.

"we shall." like the gentleman he was, he led you out of the three broomsticks with your hand laced around his arm. once you pushed through the heavy wooden doors, you realized it was now dark outside, the street lamps blazing with a bright white fire to light up the area.

"honeydukes is this way, m'lady." he pulled you to one side and down the stone path.

"do us both a favor and never call me that again," you joked, making him clutch his stomach theatrically.

"harsh, y/n." you didn't bother responding as something had caught you attention in the distance. a man, conducting a floating band that way playing some of the most beautiful live music you'd ever heard. you gasped, starting to pull his towards the man.

"that's what makes you excited? the street performer?'

"hush, sebastian. i think i recognize that song." you were nearly dragging him along now as you approached the crowd. once you could see through them, you saw the twirling of multicolor fabric and beautiful bouncing curls. the look of utter adoration as you watched the women dance with their handsome partners around the square. "yeah...i know this dance. sebastian, we should join in." thinking you were joking, he started chuckling. once you flashed a glare his way, he settled down.

"i don't dance!" he honestly looked terrified at the suggestion.

"oh come on, sallow. it's just repeating the same for steps over and over. look, twirl, together, apart, lift. see?" he analyzed their movements, repeating what you had said in his mind.

"fi--" before he could finish, you had yanked him through the wall of spectators and out into the middle of the clearing. he took a split second to look around at all the people watching, but you didn't allow him to dwell on it, already starting to instruct him.

"remember what i said. you lead." he nodded, trying his very best to seem calm even though he was so close to combusting. merlin, your hands were all over him and the fast music had his head spinning.

twirl. his head was also literally spinning because he was twirling the two of you around as you let your head fall back, his strong arms supporting you.

together. he pulled you close, your faces now inches apart as your opposing hands joined between your bodies.

"not to bad for someone that doesn't dance." your breath was heavy, and he had to catch himself before his mind wandered to an inappropriate place.

"i might have had some practice," he mused, playing along.

"looks like we have more in common than you thought."

apart. you stretched your arms until they eventually seperated, and the two of you were dancing on your own, but still in orbit with the other. he mostly watched as you closed your eyes and let your body move to the music with a grace he'd never seen. your dress followed suit, floating around you as you spun. unbeknownst to you and your "friend", what the crowd saw was a young couple, and they thoroughly enjoyed their free-spirited nature. they started to clap along to the beat as it steadily quickened it's pace. the score cued for the next move, the one he was most anxious for.

lift. he offered his hand to you and quickly pulled you forward once your hand found his. realizing it was now or never, he firmly placed his hands on your hips and lifted you into the air, his eyes meeting yours as you floated above him. were you blushing? you couldn't tell. nor did you really care. his hands on your waist made your entire body feel like it was buzzing, that was all you could focus on in the moment. to your disappointment, he gently set you down on the opposite side of him like the other men and the song came to a rushing end. you instantly felt a weight lift off of your shoulders as you stood breathlessly before him, the crowd carrying on around you.

"remember this the next time i suggest something fun and you feel like refusing." he smiled as his hand found the back of his neck, fidgeting.

"okay, fine. that wasn't terrible, i guess."

"neither were you, dance partner." you playfully nudged his shoulder that was a few inches above your own.

"some people are just good at everything they try." you rolled your eyes once more.

"sure, sebastian."

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[sebastianswallows]

hi! could i request a little something unconventional? i was thinking something where ominisXmc (or any other pair) had a daughter and seb becomes infatuated with her (she’s of age and reciprocates) and he has to show her how to “love” so to speak. i’m a sucker for age difference

Hi, nonny! Oh my, but this is a naughty one 😅

As a little disclaimer, I don't really think Seb would do this, he'd feel too guilty doing it to Ominis' daughter, and he'd also feel like a bit of an uncle-figure (which complicates matters further haha).

But yeah, have a smutfic of Sebastian healing an emotionally neglected girl with orgasms 💕 Enjoy, my dear!! Mwah 😘

You better be careful what you wish for, btw, because I ship Ominis with Anne, so that would have given this fic a whole nother angle of kink 😂 But I paired him with MC <3

— PAIRING: Sebastian Sallow x F!Reader

— WARNINGS: smut, angst, age difference (39 vs 19), vaginal fingering, size difference, frottage

— WORDCOUNT: 12k (another long one 😭)

The first time Sebastian met her, she was only a few years old. It was in many ways a memorable day, yet for the longest time seemed so forgettable. Most of his time had been spent travelling either around the country or abroad, chasing relics for private collectors, breaking curses, and occasionally smuggling the odd forbidden artefact… Seeing the Gaunts had been relegated to a special treat, as he hardly had time to visit his friends and their new family.

He’d been to Ominis’ wedding — as best man, no less — when he wed their childhood friend. It was not long after their graduation, as was often the case with wealthy pureblood families. Sebastian was happy for them. He’d caused them so much trouble, after all, dragging them into his search for the cure that afflicted Anne, then making them accomplices, in a way, to his uncle's murder… He hadn’t thought much of it during 5th year when everything seemed urgent and risks didn’t matter. In retrospect, between what befell his family and the fight against Ranrock, that had been a year most mad for all involved.

Sebastian first met little Miss Gaunt a few years before she was due to attend Hogwarts. At around the age he and Anne had lost their parents, in fact… Ominis and his wife had a modest little mansion that they made the most of, his older brother having inherited the bulk of the family fortune.

They had lunch and dinner, and Sebastian stayed with them overnight, and they went out for a picnic the next day. Their daughter was a bit shy, but she loved running in the sunshine. They all enjoyed the picnic while keeping an eye on her, but she never got into trouble — nothing like he and Anne when they were children.

The next time he saw her, she was in her 5th year. He had just arrived from France and was yearning for some old-fashioned English hospitality. Ominis offered to host him for a few weeks and Sebastian was looking forward to spending time with his best friends again. Their house was more stern and sparsely decorated than he remembered, but it was blissfully cool inside.

He’d just been there one day when the Gaunt daughter arrived from school for summer break. He almost didn’t recognise her, although she seemed to recognise him.

“What do you say, dear?” Her mother wrapped an arm around her back and held her tightly to her side, looking down at the girl with a thin smile.

“Hello, Uncle Sebastian.”

“Good girl. Now go take your things upstairs.”

He smiled warmly at her and tipped his head in a polite salute before she went up to her room, carrying her luggage. She’d been sweet, there was no cause to mention to her that he hated being called Uncle, for personal reasons… He wondered if Ominis or his wife ever realised it.

“We try to encourage her to be more independent, not rely on house elves,” said Mrs Gaunt as they went into the tearoom where Ominis was. “We didn’t have anyone to wait on us hand and foot when we were growing up, did we? So it’s best she doesn’t get accustomed to how they do things in Ominis’ family.”

“A bit of pampering never hurt anyone though,” said Sebastian, who at her age would have cherished a little bit of luxury.

“She’s spoiled enough,” said her mother, waving her hand dismissively.

Lunches and dinners were quite formal, with rich but measured dishes. The house elves apparated the meals on the heavy wooden table, but Mrs Gaunt and her daughter took them away after the meal was over while Ominis and Sebastian talked.

They discussed Ominis’ side of things more often than not and tried not to talk about Sebastian’s work, but it was clear questions lingered in the air. Why was he away for so long? What did he do on the continent? Who was he working for? And why did he sound so, so tired… Still, Ominis learned very little about what Sebastian was doing. It was for the best.

Meanwhile, as the weeks progressed, Sebastian learned a great deal more about the Gaunts. Subtle as Ominis normally was, he never shied away from criticising his family, and he took particular delight in talking about them now. They weren’t fairing well, Sebastian found out, losing vast sums to gambling or debts or irrational expenses. Ominis and his wife kept their part of the family afloat through careful management, and they shared none of it with his estranged siblings.

“Is that why you’re so spartan about everything?” asked Sebastian with a smirk as they drank firewhisky at the empty dinner table.

“I’m only being reasonable,” said Ominis. “We both agreed on it.”

“You and your wife?”

“Yes.”

“I just hope you’re not pulling the belt a bit too tightly…”

“Oh, come now, do you live in the lap of luxury?”

“You know I don’t…”

“So?”

Sebastian smiled tightly and sipped his drink again. “It does not make for a particularly charming childhood, that is my one observation, if I may…”

“You don’t think we’re being too strict, do you?”

“I just hope you’re not trying to compensate for anything through her…”

“We’re not,” said Ominis firmly. “She has a more privileged childhood than I ever had…”

“Just because you’re not practising Crucio on her does not mean she’s—”

“Sebastian, please,” he frowned, “I never should have asked…”Ominis took another drink to calm his nerves and sighed. “She’s a little shy, maybe, but she’s always been like that. She has the very best —”

“She wasn’t like that the last time I visited.”

Sebastian wasn’t sure why he’d even broached this subject, why he was challenging Ominis. The Gaunt family were within their rights to conduct themselves as they saw fit, and he, a bachelor, hardly had a say in this.

“She was five years old then,” said Ominis sternly.

“So?”

“So children change as they grow up… Really, Sebastian, I’d have thought you of all people understand that. I certainly thought you’ve changed over the years… Perhaps I was wrong.”

Sebastian sighed and dropped the subject — as he always did whenever Ominis brought up what happened in his fifth year. It was like he constantly held it above his head, that and every other mistake he’d made, waiting to drop it on him whenever he stepped out of line.

He wondered if Ominis did the same with his daughter…

He saw her on rare occasions other than at lunch and dinner, sometimes throughout the house or when they were both out in the garden.

She wasn’t much for talking, although she liked it when Sebastian showed her new spells. They sat together on the little stone bench beneath an ageing chestnut tree, and Sebastian would make its falling white petals form shapes in mid-air, birds and foxes and wolves, and have them run after each other.

“Which one do you bet on?” he asked as he directed the chase with his wand.

“The wolf,” she said with a laugh. “He’s the fastest and the strongest.”

“Really? Well, let’s see…”

By the end of the slow, floating chase, the bird had won. It took refuge high in the branches and ruffled its petal feathers at its pursuers below.

“How about that?” smiled Sebastian, looking fondly down at her.

The girl laughed, her smile weak and awkward, as she looked up at the free flower-bird. But she was still so different from the carefree child he’d seen years ago…

Sebastian left a week after that and only kept in touch with Ominis through Owls. He learned about how their family’s prospects slowly improved, how they moved to a new house, the ill fate that befell other Gaunts, and then about their daughter’s graduation. She’d been decisively average in her N.E.W.T.s, to the disappointment of both her parents, but Ominis said that, aside from that, “she was doing well”. It sounded like make-believe.

Sebastian visited them two years later. He’d just finished a lengthy and rather harrowing job in southern Spain, one that had gone quite wrong. A few deaths occurred. All in all, Sebastian was keen to get away from it, to go back home in colder climes, and forget all about it.

The Gaunts, conveniently, were vacationing on the Isle of Arran and invited Sebastian to join. He gladly accepted. They were renting a house near Sannox by the sea and boasted of daily excursions.

“We’re going up Goatfell Mountain tomorrow,” said Mrs Gaunt after she showed him his room. “Do you wish to join?”

“Sure,” he smiled, “why not?”

The house was old but solid, with thick brick walls and smooth wooden floors, old furniture, and a lovely view. The sound of the waves never ceased.

Little Miss Gaunt was staying in the room next to his on the 1st floor. Before he saw her around the house, Sebastian had wondered whether she was even there, as they hardly mentioned her and she didn’t make a sound from her room. But she came down at dinnertime, and they all ate together in the living room on the ground floor.

She smiled at him the first time she saw him, and gave him another “Hello, Uncle Sebastian.”

She was a bit taller than last time and had lost some of the baby fat of her younger years. Her dress that first evening was a frilly thing with colours that didn’t suit her. It was clearly chosen for her by her mother, in the hope that it would feminise her a bit…

It became obvious during dinner that the girl would rather have been anywhere else. Sebastian had often felt that way with the sordid sorts of wizards he had to deal with in his work…

Mr and Mrs Gaunt chatted away, asking obliquely about the sort of things Sebastian had done in Spain. They veered very quickly to talking about how their former schoolmates were doing when it became obvious Sebastian’s dealings weren’t fit for dinner conversation. The girl picked at her food and drank a great deal of water and just kept quiet while her parents spoke incessantly about other people — who got married, who died, who went on to work where…

“We’d like for her to either find someone nice, or at least get some employment,” said Mrs Gaunt at one point, looking at her daughter pointedly, who ignored her. “But,” she sighed, “no such hope thus far.”

“It will be alright,” said Ominis. “Things will fall into place in due time.”

“You can’t keep speaking like that,” said his wife. “Especially not around her. She’ll grow complacent.” She then turned to Sebastian with an air of tired exasperation. “To get her to go out into society is like pulling teeth. Took tremendous effort to have her join us on this trip. But it will do her good to be out in nature, don’t you think?”

“Oh, of course,” said Sebastian, smiling awkwardly. “I remember she used to love being out in nature, isn’t that right?” he asked, leaning over a little to see the girl just past her mother. She didn’t look up from her plate.

“She used to frolic like a goat when she was little,” Mrs Gaunt laughed. “What a darling, she was… Oh, but those days are long gone, she’s no fun at all anymore.” The woman turned to her daughter and tucked her hair behind her ear, holding her heavy jewelled earring in her palm for a moment to assess it, as if it might’ve broken while the girl wore it. “Isn’t that right, dear?”

Sebastian wasn’t sure if he could call it tension, that which was between the daughter and her parents. She was sullen more than resentful or angry… But there was definitely resentment there as she was spoken of and pawed at like a doll while simultaneously criticised for being… herself.

Their trip to Goatfell Mountain the next day was a chance to relax. Mr and Mrs Gaunt were quite happy to undertake the trip, which was two hours away from where they stayed, while Sebastian and Miss Gaunt walked behind them — sometimes together, sometimes apart. They didn’t speak much aside from pleasantries, and coordinating with each other as they climbed the smooth, thick rocks that made the mountainside.

But Sebastian didn’t feel she was the same around him as she was around her parents. She was lost in thought and distant, sure, but the undercurrent of anxiety that seemed to normally grip her was abated.

“You must be relieved to be done with classes,” said Sebastian as he helped her up a slope.

“A bit, yes,” she said, still quite reserved. She clung to his hand, her grip reedy but strong.

“So what plans do you have now that you’re free?”

“Please, don’t you ask me that too,” she said, begging almost.

“Alright,” he chuckled. “Sorry. Sounded a bit too much like your mother there, didn’t I?”

She said nothing, but he knew it was the truth.

“At least you can practice magic out of school grounds now whenever you like,” he said. “What was your favourite subject?”

“I didn’t really have any,” she said, walking slow and cautious on the slippery rocks, holding her skirt up to watch the ground. “I liked the thing you did with the petals last time though…” she said after a short silence.

“You remember that?” grinned Sebastian. “That was just a bit of coordinated levitation… I could teach it to you, if you want.”

She looked briefly at him from the corner of her eyes and smiled in a tight, awkward way. “Father says you work with dark magic…”

“Well… That’s not the only magic I know.”

He felt uncomfortable, confessing this to her like that. He didn’t know what she thought of dark magic, but if it was anything like Ominis, it wasn’t good. Still, she didn’t seem to recoil from him after that, although she was so hard to read, always in her shell…

After a slow trek, all four of them reached the summit. It was a flat and grey expanse with a beautiful view of green hills behind them, and the sea ahead. The clouds were low and soft, mere vapours teasing a hint of blue sky between their folds.

Sebastian sat down to catch his breath, his hat resting on his knee, while Ominis and his wife did the same a few feet away. His wife was describing the scene to him, although Sebastian was sure his friend could feel the view, somehow, through the air, through the far sound of the sea, through the soft moss that grew on the granite and the lichen that spotted it. He smiled watching the two of them, nearly unchanged since childhood. Could he say the same? All he had to show for the passing years were a few grey hairs and new wrinkles.

Miss Gaunt joined him, sitting just an arm’s length away. His smile widened upon seeing her.

“Well?” asked Sebastian. “Was it worth the trouble to come all the way up here?”

“No,” she said, sounding quite bored. But then she broke into a little smile and looked down again. She was pretending to be more grumpy than she really was…

“Not very exciting, I suppose,” he shrugged, playing along with her. “Perhaps you’d have more fun in the city.”

“I think I would like that,” she said.

Sebastian looked at her, pleasantly surprised by this hint of her enthusiasm.

She wore a dark grey skirt today, with buttons on the side, and a white shirt embroidered with flowers which fluttered around her figure in the wind. The lace collar lapped against her neck. Her hair, though ruffled slightly from their journey, sat neatly pinned beneath her broad straw hat. She kept her hand on top of it so that the wind wouldn’t blow it away.

“I could take you, you know,” he offered. “When I go back to London.”

She looked at him with something like fear or surprise. “N-no, thank you,” said the girl, smiling awkwardly. “I don’t think mother would let me.”

“Why not?” said Sebastian. “I could ask her. I’m sure she —”

“No, no —”

“But you’re so unhappy with them...”

She stopped whatever she was about to say and could only give a tight, painful smile in response.

Sebastian felt sorry to have been so blunt, but as he looked into her eyes, he could tell they had finally reached a real, uncompromising understanding together, something other than the stilted, tepid pleasantries of family friends.

He leaned over and placed his hand on hers, and could feel the warmth of her hand through the gloves.

“I’m leaving for London at the end of the week,” said Sebastian. “I know an apothecary who lets a room above his shop on Diagon Alley, you’d be very comfortable there… I could show you around, show you the best bookstores and dressmakers. You can meet new people there, maybe meet a boy,” he smiled.

“No,” she said, suddenly looking down and blushing.

“Alright, no boys,” he chuckled. “But do you want to come? You don’t have to stay long…”

She didn’t say anything, but he could see her looking to the side, thinking about it. Sebastian gave her another encouraging squeeze of the hand and then released her.

“Why don’t you try being on your best behaviour today?” he suggested, fiddling with the rim of his hat. “Put your parents in a good mood, make them more amenable.”

“How could I be on my best behaviour?” she asked, frowning up at him slightly. She clearly resented his request.

Sebastian thought about it for a moment. What would parents like hers want to see? They clearly had no patience for her more childish inclinations, her savage and withdrawn demeanour… He’d heard her mother describe her daughter as a “wild creature” on more than one occasion — not as some untamed thing, because she was in many ways quite docile, but as someone completely apart from civilization. They wanted her to perform: in school, in society, and now in adult life. And their daughter had fallen short on all fronts.

In spite of her quietness and her poor grades, she wasn’t dumb. She could sense their disappointment and naturally resented them for it. Sebastian realised with a clench of his heart that the love she had received so far was always conditional.

“Walk with your back straight,” he said matter-of-factly, “and walk a bit more in front, rather than always behind them. Smile a little, if you can, and speak up a bit more when you have a thought.”

The girl shook her head. “They criticise me whatever I say. Whatever opinion I share is stupid. Whatever thing I like is in poor taste… And they do tell me to smile more, but when I do, they say how ugly I look doing it.”

Sebastian sighed. He’d met people like that before. In fact, his Uncle Solomon was such a character. Nothing his nephew ever did was good enough...

Sebastian didn’t wish to blame his childhood friends for ending up being such parents, but he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of resentment toward them too. He had to remind himself that he’d never had children, and he never knew what difficulty that entailed.

“Walk with me, then, when we return. We can pretend to be chatting.”

She nodded and smiled at him gratefully, with just a hint of embarrassment. It took a while for Sebastian to realise she wasn’t embarrassed to be in his company, but to be offered help…

Mr and Mrs Gaunt led the way as they descended Goatfell, the woman boasting of the sketches she’d made of the landscape. She’d drawn with particularly deep strokes so that Ominis could feel them too.

“But it doesn’t compare to the colours, does it?” she asked, turning her head to Sebastian and her daughter who walked a few steps behind. “So cold and yet so alive…”

“Bunch of grey rocks and grey water,” her daughter mumbled only loud enough for Sebastian to hear.

He hid his grin behind his fist.

But she made an effort to follow his advice somewhat and walked like a proper lady beside him rather than a morose teenager dragged along by her parents. And they didn’t have to pretend to chat, as conversation came easily to them.

“So what is there to do on Diagon Alley except shop for school supplies?”

“Well, that’s where most of the wizarding businesses are, these days. Bookstores, broomstores, potioneers, anything you could ever want. You’d be surprised at how much there is to see there, how much you haven’t seen when you were just getting your school books and a cauldron…”

“And Knockturn Alley?” she asked with a cautious tone.

“Now how do you know about that?”

She shrugged. No doubt Ominis had told her about it… Warned her about it.

“Well, it’s not something you should concern yourself with. That’s no place for a young lady.”

“Oh…” She sounded disappointed.

Sebastian didn’t talk to the Gaunts about taking her to London that evening, nor the next, but the day before he left he brought it up with Mrs Gaunt after dinner. She and the girl were in the kitchen, one using magic to wash the dishes, the other to dry them.

Mrs Gaunt seemed sceptical at first and gave her daughter an apprehensive look, but underneath that, Sebastian could tell she saw the potential benefits… It was easier, he knew from experience, for him to convince her of an idea, and for her to convince Ominis.

A few carefully placed words and two weeks later, and he Floo the girl into Diagon Alley.

“Let me carry that,” said Sebastian, leaning down to pick up her suitcases as she brushed the green dust off her skirt.

“Oh no, I can —” she immediately said.

“Nonsense. Let me be a gentleman for you.”

“Well, if you —”

“On one condition.”

“What?” she asked, a bit startled by his suddenly serious tone.

“Never call me ‘Uncle Sebastian’ again.”

“Oh, alright,” she laughed.

Sebastian had arranged for her to stay above the apothecary he’d mentioned before, on a street not far from where he lived.

“My flat is just around the corner, there,” he pointed out from the window. “Around there, and to the right, then a left, and it’s in a big redbrick building.”

“I’m not sure I’ll remember that,” she frowned, looking out the window with him. “But thank you… I’ll try to pay you back, you know.”

“Don’t even think about it,” said Sebastian as they turned their attention inside the room. “It’s my gift. To compensate for never bringing you anything from my trips,” he smiled.

“I don’t think father would’ve accepted them anyway,” she said with a timid smile. “He never seemed to like the places you went to.”

“Yes, I thought as much…”

“But they never seemed so bad. France, Spain, Switzerland… I never understood what was so bad about your trips. I wished I could go sometimes.”

“Well, maybe someday, you will,” he smiled down at her fondly. “Hopefully for pleasure though, not business.”

She bit her lip and looked up at him for a moment, then down again. Sebastian played with the rim of his hat and looked around. The room was furnished but was quite sternly decorated. It was yearning to be filled.

“I shall let you settle in, then,” he said after an awkward silence. “We can meet for lunch.”

They met for lunch every day after that, and for dinner too. In between that, if Sebastian had time to spare — and he made sure to have plenty for her — he’d show her his favourite shops, a different one each day. He led her through the streets that she visited before each school year, but he could tell she looked at them with different eyes now. She could go anywhere, buy anything — within her budget — and stay in any place for as little or as long as she liked. When they grew bored of Diagon Alley, they went through Muggle London. He showed her where all the nice lady shops were too, although he confessed to not knowing much of them.

Against her protestations, he bought her a few things, trinkets mostly and souvenirs, nothing so expensive that would make her feel indebted to him. She looked guilty to receive anything at all, and it broke his heart to see it.

He knew Ominis and his wife didn’t deprive her of anything growing up, but somehow they’d raised a child that felt unworthy of receiving positive attention… Whether they tried too hard to make her self-sufficient or Ominis complained too much about his wasteful family, something had gone wrong somewhere. Sebastian knew it wasn’t his place to fix it, but it was hard to hold himself back… He felt so at peace when he was around her, so at home, more than he ever remembered feeling in long, long years.

She had put his gifts away each time into her purse and sometimes didn’t even open them, choosing instead to look down morosely and change the subject to something else. He couldn’t help but feel unwanted by the time two weeks were over, and was surprised by how much it hurt. Somehow, the thought of not being good enough for her was devastating to him, although the implications were perverse — as were his dreams at night, increasingly, the longer they spent time together.

But then one evening he walked her to her flat after a day of walking around the furthest edges of Diagon Alley, close to where Knockturn Alley was. She’d been understandably apprehensive the whole time, although he reassured her they would not cross over into it. Still, there were tendrils of dark magic floating in the air that any witch could sense.

He didn’t know what possessed him to walk her all the way to the door, and further in. Perhaps he just wanted to make sure she felt safe — and besides, she didn’t stop him.

She seemed a bit shy about letting him in though, unable to meet his eyes or stand still. As he wished her good night, he realised why.

On the little vanity, lined up around the mirror, were all the gifts he’d given her. The thin silver bracelet hung around the neck of a wooden cat figurine like some long and fancy necklace, the enamel box stood open holding a jar of enchanted red ink and a fimble embossed with flowers, the journal he had monogrammed with her initials lay beneath a new pair of calfskin gloves, and the silk scarf with a flexing snake on it was coiled by its side.

He forgot whatever he was saying, lips parting in a smile, and after taking it all in, he looked at her again.

For her party, the girl felt quite stupid. She’d never blushed so fiercely, and although it was too late now, she took her hat off and moved to block Sebastian’s view of the vanity.

“So you did like the things I got you,” he said cheerfully.

“I never said I didn’t,” she muttered, going to hang the hat on the back of the chair.

“You let me think so, though,” he said, frowning at her but speaking with a playful tone.

“Well, I’m sorry…”

“But why don’t you wear any of them?” asked Sebastian, stepping quickly around her to look at them again.

She turned toward him, squeezing the fingers of one hand in the other. “I didn’t wish to ruin them…”

Sebastian looked at her. “How would you ruin them?”

She shrugged.

And he thought they made such progress while they were together… She spoke more, spoke openly, shared her opinions with him however harsh or strange — and he’d been surprised to find out she had really strong opinions about certain things, which made him wonder at the true depth of her internal life, her thoughts, her feelings, everything she kept hidden from the world.

He sighed, and went to pick up the silver bracelet. It was a chain of tightly interlocking links on the front side of which a marcasite-encrusted serpent coiled. He set his hat on the desk and placed his gloves there too, and unclasped the bracelet.

“Here,” he said, turning toward her. “Give me your hand.”

She extended her left hand to him, and Sebastian locked it around her little wrist. He held her hand in his and looked at it. Silver suited her complexion well…

“See? Not ruined,” he smiled, holding her gaze.

The girl smiled tensely and looked at the bracelet. It was too sad a smile for Sebastian to bear.

“What are you thinking?” he quietly asked.

“That if I use them, I’ll break them or stain them or lose them somewhere...”

“But if you just have them lying around, they’ll last longer?”

She nodded.

“Well, I’m flattered to know they mean so much to you,” he smiled. “But I’d rather you use them and ruin them than not use them at all. I bought them for you, for you to enjoy. And you can’t enjoy them when they’re just sitting there,” he chuckled.

She smiled a little wider, her eyes still aimed down. Sebastian’s grip went up from her fingers to close around her wrist, cupping it in his hand, gently pushing her sleeve away. He could almost hear her breath catch in her throat. When he looked at her face again, he found her looking back at him.

He didn’t know what he saw in her eyes, and couldn’t begin to guess what she was seeing in his. And before he could think of what to say, the girl stretched up on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around him. She pulled her body close to his, and by instinct, by sheer need, he held her to him. In the silence between them, he could sense so much, so many things she left unsaid but which he keenly felt.

“What’s wrong, my dear?” he asked, rubbing a hand up and down her back. “Hmm? Why are you so sad? Do you miss your parents?”

He could feel her shaking her head.

“Do you wish to go elsewhere? Are you tired of this place?” he chuckled. “I know these aren’t the most glamourous accommodations, but…”

She shook her head again.

Sebastian held her tightly to him and sighed. “Are you in love?” he asked.

She stayed still this time, frozen in his arms.

“You’re lovesick? Is that it?” He laughed and pulled her closer.

The girl didn’t answer, but Sebastian didn’t need her to. They held each other, basking in each other’s warmth, and he noticed he could feel her heartbeat against his chest.

Sebastian couldn’t help but wonder who this boy was that she loved, where she even met him. Maybe it was a handsome young clerk in one of the shops they visited, or someone she’d spotted at a restaurant when they were having lunch, or maybe — Merlin forbid — a muggle she saw when they were out in London… For some reason, all of those ideas made him feel strange, uncomfortable, and quite a bit angry.

“Who is it, then?” he asked, putting a smile on his face as he leaned away to look down at her face again.

The girl looked up at him and wouldn’t say a word, instead biting her lip to keep quiet. He’d seen such secretive moods from her before, but none that were so deep, that hung so heavily over their conversation.

“I promise I won’t tell your parents. It’s just an innocent crush, I suppose, right?”

It took some effort and courage on her part, but finally, she nodded.

Sebastian gave a deep sigh. “So, who is it?” he asked again, his broad hand coming up to cup her cheek. “You can tell me…”

“I don’t think I can.”

“Why? Don’t you know his name?”

“I do…”

“And?”

She kept looking at him with those large, sad eyes. He had hoped that by now she would’ve learned he was her friend…

“Is it someone you… shouldn’t like?” he tried.

She nodded.

“I see… Well, you’re a clever girl to realise it. In that case, perhaps it’s best you put him out of your mind.”

He suddenly remembered how long he’d been holding her, and although he wanted nothing more than to comfort the girl all night, he began to let her go.

“Uncle Seb— Sebastian,” she said quickly, “it’s… it’s not a boy.”

He froze and looked at her, wondering what she meant. “What is it then?” he asked. “It’s not a goblin, is it?” he asked, teasing her.

“No!” she laughed, looking down again. “It’s…”

But she couldn’t speak, couldn’t say it. Her hands left his shoulders and went down to his waist, pulling him close to her again, begging wordlessly for another hug. He couldn’t deny her. Sebastian sighed deeply with a smile as he held her to his chest.

He wished he could help her, make all her dreams come true, and give her the comfort and the love she’d never had enough of. His hand came up and pet the back of her head, trying not to ruffle her carefully pinned hair. The feeling of it sent shivers down his spine that he didn’t think he should experience. Her breath hitched at the sensation, and with a subtle step forward, she pressed herself more firmly to his front. Sebastian swallowed an embarrassing moan and tried to turn his hips away, but then she leaned back, pressing her head deeper in his hand, and looked up at him as if waiting for something.

“Who are you thinking of?” he asked in a low voice, hoping that she told him of someone, anyone, to drive away his unworthy desires. “Who is it?” he asked, his hand coming up to cup her cheek.

The girl swallowed the knot in her throat, terrified by the intensity of his gaze. Her face flushed red and her eyes teared up, but she worked up the courage to lean up, and wrap her arms around his neck, and kiss his cheek.

Sebastian could have died on the spot. His arms tightened around her as if he really would have died if he didn’t have her to cling to... Could she do that? Could she kiss him? When her lips parted from his skin, he turned his head and kissed her cheek as well. His hands began to tremble as he realised who she had meant…

“…Me?” he asked, clinging more tightly to her. “D-do you mean me?”

She nodded, her soft cheek brushing against his.

Sebastian sighed from the depth of his chest and moaned. “How could you do that?” he asked with a shaky laugh. “How could you mean me? I’m… I…”

He was nearly forty years old, and she wasn’t yet twenty. As if that wasn’t enough, she was the daughter of his two best friends. He couldn’t imagine doing that to Ominis — whatever that was, because he certainly had no intention of compromising her or… or…

Slowly, she pulled away from him, the hug relaxing in a loose holding of hands. “Oh,” she said, and she sounded so dejected. Whatever tension was on her face before faded, her eyes downcast, her mouth frowning.

“I don’t mean that… that you’re… I mean, that I don’t…” Sebastian cursed quietly. “I don’t mean that you’re not charming and beautiful and…” She looked up at him and took his breath away again. “And lovely,” he finished.

“So it’s just that you don’t like me,” she said, seeming to have decided for him that she wasn’t good enough.

“No,” he said, his hand cupping her cheek firmly, “that’s not it. What I meant was… that you shouldn’t like me.”

“I know that, but do you think I can help it?”

The sudden resolve in her surprised him. Sebastian chuckled softly, his thumb tracing circles on her cheek.

“No, I don’t imagine you can help it,” he replied, his voice low and soft. “And to be honest, I can’t either.”

The girl looked up at him quizzically, seemingly torn between hoping he said what she thought he did, and fearing that he didn’t. He wasn’t usually so hard to read, he was certainly more expressive and open than her, but right now, his gaze was thoroughly impenetrable.

Sebastian fought against himself, against the last lingering denial of what he felt for her, but he knew it had reached its end.

“I only want what’s best for you. Do you know that?” he asked.

“Yes?” she quietly said.

“And this isn’t what’s best for you.”

“What is, then?” she frowned.

“You deserve to be loved,” he said tenderly. “To know what it’s like to be loved, to know that you… you deserve it.”

She bit her lip, and he could tell his words hurt her somehow, reminding her of what she lacked in life. His thumb caressed her cheek again.

“I can’t do that to you, though,” he chuckled nervously. “Your father would kill me.”

“I would never tell him,” she said, her hands fisting at the back of his coat.

“That isn’t the sort of thing you should say…”

“I don’t care what I should or shouldn’t say. What about what I want?”

He swallowed thickly and groaned, feeling himself crumble before her.

“You bought me all these things,” the girl continued, looking plaintively and angrily into his eyes, “but you won’t… won’t…”

“Won’t what?” he asked. “Can you even say it?”

She frowned again, her eyes tearing with frustration at her own shyness.

“You say I deserve to be l-loved,” she mumbled, peeking up at him for scant seconds. “But if you won’t do it, who will?”

Sebastian whimpered deep in his throat. He had nothing to say to that.

“Do you want me to find someone else?” she asked.

“No,” said Sebastian instantly, his grip around her waist tightening.

The girl, impish little thing, smiled victoriously.

“Then why won’t you show me?” she whispered, standing on her tiptoes again to reach closer to him, her head tilting dreamily, her eyes large and vulnerable and full of hope. “Just because I shouldn’t like you that way? Nobody else likes me but you, anyway” she said, sounding terribly sad where only a second ago she was flirtatious.

“That isn’t true,” said Sebastian, shaking his head.

“It feels that way to me.”

He shook his head again, but he had no way to contradict her because he felt as if he was the only one in the world who truly loved her — and what madness it was to admit it — who truly wanted her, top to bottom, the whole of her, for himself.

“Do you… have someone else?”

“No,” he admitted.

“Then, why not…”

“I told you, your father, both your parents in fact —”

“They don’t care about what I want,” she said, “so why should I care about what they want?”

He laughed. Her frown deepened thinking that he laughed at her.

“Never knew you were so headstrong,” he said, both hands coming up to cup her face.

She whimpered at the warm touch from him, so close to being caressed and yet still held so far from him, from the only man who ever made her feel anything.

He tilted his head and leaned in closer until she could feel his breath on her lips. “I can’t give you what you want,” he sighed, his eyes searching hers. “But I… I can show you how I feel.”

She looked up at him again, a thread of hope winding around her heart.

“And show you what… what you really feel too,” he added with a teasing smile.

The girl barely opened her mouth to ask what he meant when he dipped down to kiss her.

She winced in surprise at the touch of his lips and her whole body felt alight. She didn’t know when she closed her eyes, but within a few heartbeats she was lost to his embrace, knowing nothing else in the world but his touch — big, warm, rough hands around her jaws, tilting her head upward, plump, chapped lips surrounded by an evening stubble caressing her mouth, breath tickling her cheek...

When he pulled back to catch his breath, she nearly chased after him. It had been her first kiss, and she could hardly imagine anything more exhilarating. The feelings that were rushing through her made her dizzy, but looking into his eyes steadied her. Still, she keenly feared his rejection. She knew what she wanted from him was wrong, but was too hungry for his love to care.

“Why can’t you give me what I want?” she spoke with a hint of desperation.

“You know why, sweetheart,” he smiled, his eyes growing sad at the sight of her so needy. “But… I can still love you. Show you how much I love you,” he said. “Is that enough for now?”

The girl frowned but nodded eagerly, the longing of months and years finally spilling over. She leaned in for another kiss. Sebastian chuckled at her eagerness and gave her what she wanted, while they both tried not to think of how illicit, how wrong this was. They kissed in the centre of the room until they both were breathless, and he felt her finally calm down. Against his chest, he felt her heart beat steadily.

“Did I give you your first kiss, my lovely one?” he asked.

She nodded.

“And your second one?”

“Y-yes…”

Sebastian chuckled and leaned down to kiss her again. She moaned into his mouth.

“And your third?” he sighed against her lips.

She whimpered and clung to his cravat, pulling him down to kiss her again, and he smiled against her mouth. She seemed to like being kissed, so he put all his care into it. His lips nipped hers, then covered them for long, languid caresses, and his hands went up from her waist to the bottom of her ribs, squeezing her gently.

With a moan, he parted from her again and looked at her. He couldn’t help but give her another little peck on the lips before stepping away. The girl whined, her arms reaching for him. It made Sebastian grin at how greedy she’d become…

“May I?” he asked with his hands on the lapels of his jacket.

“Oh,” she whispered, “oh, erm, yes…” He was planning something, she could tell.

He smiled fondly at her and took his jacket off, hanging it on the back of the chair beside her vanity. “Why don’t you sit down, my lovely one?” he said.

She blushed fiercely but did as he said, and went to sit down on the bed, her body facing his.

“Take your boots off,” he said as he unbuttoned his vest. “And your drawers, too.”

Her heart skipped a beat when she heard his words. Without taking her eyes off him, she leaned down and unlaced her boots, putting them to the side. Her toes curled as she prepared herself for what came next. Sebastian’s eyes raked over her as he loosened his cravat. His brown eyes never left her, the edges crinkling as he smiled.

Rising her hips slightly, she rolled her long skirt to her knees and dipped her hands beneath it, tugging the drawers off her hips then off her legs, and let them rest on the floor. She looked away from Sebastian, her breathing frantic and her face all red at what she had just done. She looked as if she were still fully dressed, but now Sebastian knew there was nothing protecting her intimate parts from him.

Slowly, he took his boots off too and let them lay where they fell, and unbuttoned the top of his shirt. He licked his lips hungrily as he stepped closer to the bed, letting his fingers trail lightly over the silken sheets.

“You really are lovely, you know?” he breathed, his voice low with desire.

She bit her lip and tensed up again, moving up the bed the closer he got until she was next to the pillows. Sebastian stopped in front of her, his knees next to her own, and cupped his hand beneath her chin. She looked up at him so innocently that he felt like a bit of a monster, but he was determined to strike a balance between what she asked for, and what he was ready to give…

“Will you let me lay beside you?” he whispered.

She moaned and nodded, moving to the side to make room for him, inviting him on the bed next to her. Sebastian sat down, wearing just his shirt and trousers with the suspenders framing his chest, then moved so that his back was against the pillows.

“Come lay here,” he said, patting his chest.

The girl seemed a bit confused but quickly understood what he wanted when he lightly spread his legs. With an awkward little shuffle, she eased herself to the middle of the bed, between his thighs, and let her back lay against his front. Sebastian’s arms instantly encircled her, holding her warmly to his body, cradling her.

For a while, they stayed like that, with his lips at her temple and her hands clasping his arms. She worried he might be uncomfortable, with her back against him and the stiff corset digging into him, but Sebastian didn’t seem to mind. He felt warm, and firm, and steady, and gradually her heartbeat calmed.

“For how long have you felt this way?” Sebastian eventually asked.

Her knees bent slightly, as if she could hide away. “I don’t want to tell,” she muttered.

Sebastian chuckled and wrapped his arms more tightly around her. “Alright, you don’t have to say it,” he whispered against her cheek, “for now.”

His lips trailed down to her jaw, little suckling pecks that made her sight and tilt her head, then went down the column of her neck, stopping at the clavicle. He felt her stiffen in his arms again. Carefully, so as to not scare her more, his right hand uncurled itself from around her waist and travelled lower to her hip. Tug by tug, he raised her skirt a little higher.

“Shhh, it’s alright,” he whispered in her ear. “I want to do something… but tell me if you don’t want it.”

The girl winced and shook her head.

“No?” he asked.

“No, yes. Don’t stop,” she breathed.

Sebastian laughed lightly and kept pulling her skirt up, all the way until he could dip his hand beneath it. She gasped when she felt his fingers on her inner thigh.

“Is this good?” he asked.

She nodded, settling more firmly against him. He moaned deep in his chest when he felt her bottom rub against his bulge, but continued with the gentle motions of his hand across her skin.

“Very soft,” he praised in a close whisper. “And so, so warm… Are you always like this down there?” he teased.

“Y-yes?”

Sebastian smiled at her innocence and kissed her cheek again. “I believe it,” he said. “Especially with all that walking we’ve been doing lately… These darling thighs must be tense all day, rubbing against each other, no?”

The girl squirmed against his lap, a fire licking up and down her skin from that little point where three of his fingers touched her. She felt him caressing her thigh slightly inward, almost all the way to the back of her leg, his palm engulfing her for a few quiet moments, and then trailing upwards.

“Is this alright?” he asked, his voice sounding lower than before, rougher.

It reminded her that he was a man, big and rough and so much stronger than her — a man as old as her father, although that wasn’t the sort of thing she wanted to know just then. She closed her eyes tightly against the uncomfortable thought.

“H-higher,” she whispered. Her legs spread wider as far as his thighs allowed.

“Higher?” he teased as he drew circles on her skin. His left arm closed around her waist in a stronger grip. “What will I find there, hmm?”

The girl dipped her head and moaned low in her throat, knowing he was playing with her. Her hands fisted in her skirt.

“Is there some secret place there?” Sebastian chuckled. His fingers went up along her thigh, where she was even warmer, even softer, and he groaned.

He could feel the muscles in her thigh flex beneath the skin. With one heavy caress, he moved his left hand from around her waist and cupped her chest. With careful tugs and encouraging her to shift a little, he eased her corset lower down her torso until he could feel her breasts slide up from beneath its grasp. She gasped and nearly jumped, but then melted in his arms with a light mewl.

He kissed her cheek again. “Shhh it’s alright.”

The girl lay docile in his arms while he carefully caressed her breast, squeezing it the slightest bit, then resting the young globe in the palm of his hand. Underneath her skirt, he teased a path all the way up until he felt a soft wet tuft. The girl whimpered, squirming against his front again, but Sebastian just rested his hands on her.

“Is this good?” he asked, peppering kisses up and down the side of her face.

“Yes,” she whispered, “I think so…”

“You think so?” he chuckled. “Well, let’s make sure, then.”

Keeping his hand still at her breast, he trailed his fingers higher up between her legs, slow and patient and searching. When his index touched her slit, she moaned.

“Oh,” he breathed lustfully, “so you do have a special place here…”

The girl curled in his arms, and Sebastian let himself slip lower down the bed, spreading his legs wider to accommodate her while not moving his hands at all, letting her feel him there.

“So wet,” he whispered as his finger began to caress her, going up and down her swollen lips. “It isn’t normal to be this wet, is it, my darling? And so, so feverish… Are you sure you’re alright?” he chuckled. “You’re certain you’re not ill, my sweetest girl?”

“No, of course not,” she said, unsure why he was even asking. She had the feeling he was joking, but she could not imagine why. This was not the time to jest, in her opinion.

“Oh, I’m not so sure,” he breathed, letting his lips rest against her cheekbone. “You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?”

“N-no…”

“I guess I need to find out for myself, then.”

And then his fingers started moving. He teased her with both index and middle finger, going up and down her slit, making her more and more wet, feeling her moans right against his mouth as he rested his lips at her throat. He could feel her hole, tight and hot and flexing, and above it, her raw little nub peeking out, so hard and small... He paused there and swirled a digit around it with the lightest touch. She nearly jumped in his arms, wailing at the unfamiliar feeling.

“Is this good?” he asked against her neck, his breath frantic. “Is this good for you?”

She whined and squirmed in his arms, teasing his manhood with her bottom. It made him growl, but she probably didn’t realise what she was doing. Sebastian teased her tight bud more and then, after cupping it between three fingers, squeezed it lightly at the same time as he squeezed the tip of her breast through her shirt.

“Un— Sebastian!” she moaned.

“I told you not to call me ‘Uncle’,” he said with a hint of frustration. But he knew she didn’t mean it, probably didn’t know his fraught relationship with the word, so he sighed and kissed her cheek in apology.

“‘m sorry,” she whined, still twisting in his arms.

“It’s alright,” he whispered, kissing her cheek again. “It’s alright, just… just lay in my arms and let me take care of you.”

And as he spoke, his fingers kept teasing her between her legs and at her breast, slowly, deliberately squeezing those two sensitive points at the same time and pulling on them gently. The air was filled with her gasps and the shifting of clothes against clothes, the light squeaking of the bed, and Sebastian’s groans. He turned his head toward her, filling his lungs with the scent of her hair.

His hands on her relaxed, and he went back to holding her breast gently while sliding his fingers up and down her slit. He could feel her shivering in his arms at the change, and chuckled.

“Which do you like best?” he whispered in her ear. “Hard, or gentle?”

“Erm…”

“Tell me honestly,” he said without a hint of teasing.

“G-gentle?”

Sebastian smiled and kissed her cheek. “Gentle, then, for my girl.”

Another shiver ran through her, and if he didn’t know any better, he could’ve sworn she purred.

His thick middle finger slid slowly, carefully down her folds, then held there for a moment, went up again, and down, all in a steady, predictable motion. His left hand, meanwhile, warmed her breast, holding her to him.

“How do you feel?” he asked, rubbing his stubbled cheek against hers, so smooth and soft.

She felt completely overwhelmed, covered, supported, and utterly cherished. She couldn't even begin to put into words how he made her feel. “Nervous,” the girl chuckled, her voice strained, but happy.

“Just nervous?” he smiled.

“And…”

“And what?”

She wouldn’t say.

“Do you feel cared for?” he asked, the corner of his lips brushing against her skin.

She nodded.

“Do you feel wanted?”

Another little nod.

“And needed?” he sighed, taking another lung-full of her.

The girl whimpered and dipped her face down.

Between her legs, Sebastian began to brush against her faster. His finger felt her plush lips on either side, warm and wet and innocent. He pressed deeper and felt her gasp and jump when the tip of his finger touched her hole again.

“Do you?” he asked more warmly, almost a growl. “Do you feel how much I need you?”

“I… I don’t know…”

“Oh, my darling little girl,” he moaned, and his hand squeezed her breast a little tighter. Sebastian so badly wished that he could have her read his mind so that she could see how deeply his love for her ran.

His caress went further, dipping into her entrance gently, curiously, almost timidly. It coaxed a kittenish trill from her and she rubbed against his front again, his bulge slotted right between her cheeks.

“Don’t you feel that?” he moaned, pressing back against her with his stiff length. “Do you know what that is?”

“Is… is it your… male part?”

He laughed a little. “That’s quite the polite word for it. Yes, my little one.”

Sebastian rested his lips against her cheek while he pressed into her hole a bit more firmly. She gave a reedy cry when the tip of his finger pierced her.

“Oh, it burns,” she whined.

“Shhh, I won’t hurt you,” he whispered in between kisses. “You’ll see… you’ll see… I’ll show you that I care for you,” he promised.

His lips travelled her jaw, leaving wet trails down the side of it and along her neck. To distract her from the penetration, he began to flick her breast with his thumb through her shirt, and soon made that nub pucker again. Between her legs, he felt her growing wet.

“Do you trust me?” he growled. “Do you understand I want you?”

Silence.

“Not yet?” he grinned.

Sebastian slid his finger deeper. Instantly, she cried out and her back arched and he felt her squeeze around him. He felt the broken sound of her surprise shiver through her neck and into his waiting lips.

“How deep inside of you can I go?” he asked breathlessly. “How deep will you let me?”

It was a double-edged question, and they both could feel it. She knew by this point that his actions were less about giving her pleasure — even less about taking it for himself — and more about showing her that she was worthy of desire, of care and want and love.

“Deep,” she whispered, relaxing against his chest as her channel swallowed his probing finger.

“Deep, hmm?” he chuckled. “Deep and gentle, is that how my girl likes it?”

“Yes,” she moaned mindlessly.

Against his wrist, he could feel her thighs flexing. Sebastian groaned deep in his chest and slowly thrust into her, always upward, never retreating until he felt all the way to the end of her.

“So tight,” he whispered, peppering kisses on her neck again. “Tight and warm, that sickly sweet warmth of yours…”

He nibbled at her neck and squeezed her breast again, caressing it in slow but greedy motions. Inside her, his finger pressed all the way until he reached her cervix.

“Ow,” she winced, trying to move away.

“Stay still,” he said.

She did, allowing him to feel her, all of her. Her channel throbbed and pulsed around him, not knowing what to do with the intrusion. Sebastian paused in wonder at this marvellous part of her, this secret, deep, and tender place that nobody else had known before. When he felt her greedy channel relax, he began pulling out. Teasingly, he trailed his finger out and out and out of her, letting her feel it the whole way.

“It feels so cold,” he chuckled, “it’s so wet from you…”

She didn’t say anything, but he could tell that she was blushing, her cheek felt hot where it touched his temple.

“Are you ashamed of that, my sweetest one?” he asked, ending it with a lick of her neck. “Are you ashamed of how wet you are for me?”

“Don’t talk like that,” she whispered, turning her head away.

Sebastian distracted her by kneading her breast, bringing his finger back to her entrance, and circling her hot and twitching hole.

“You’re wet for me, because of me” he said again more firmly, determined to break through her shyness and shame. “You’re warm and feverish and plush in your most secret place because of me,” he hissed. “Isn’t that right?”

“Why do you want me to say it?” she groaned, twisting in his grasp.

“Because I want to know,” he said with a kiss to her clavicle, “that you know it,” and then he kissed up her neck, “and I want you to admit it to yourself,” and then he kissed her cheek, “and I want to feel how desperate you get when you say those naughty words, my darling.”

The girl bit her lip and turned her head away, her fingers digging into his arms, nails snagging against his sleeves, struggling against him — and, in a way, against herself.

He penetrated her again, this time with two fingers. To keep her from squirming away he kneaded at her breast harder, more punishingly, threatening her almost.

“Say it,” he ordered with a low murmur.

“Yes,” she gasped, her back twisted in a painful arch between his heavy paw at her breast and his thick, invading fingers. “Yes, I’m wet because of you…”

“And what else?”

She moaned, canting her hips distractedly into his thrust as his fingers opened her up.

“Are you all swollen because of me? Because of what I’m doing to you?”

“Yes…”

“Do you want me?”

“Yes…”

“You want me inside of you?” he whispered, his lips and tongue teasing the crook of her neck. “You want me here?” His fingers curled in her girlhood, pressing against that soft spot above her entrance.

She gasped and squirmed, her eyes and mouth opening in a shock of wonder.

“Here, in this tender little place?” Sebastian continued, and his fingers curled and pulled, then pressed in again slow and thick and deep. “This hidden spot? This weeping, lonely little hole?”

Her legs spread wider of their own accord and she hooked them over his knees, her arms going up and back, her fingers finding their way into his hair. She held on to him, completely dependent on him now, open and exposed and invaded.

“I want you,” he growled, pumping into her deeper, not pleasuring her spot anymore but feeling her whole channel again, forcing it to open wider, to accept him. “Do you believe me?”

“Yes,” she cried, although he wasn’t sure she was even listening anymore.

“Do you feel that? You feel me wanting you?” said Sebastian with a harder, fuller thrust that moved her body up his torso, before pulling her back with it. “You feel me needing you?” he asked, his length rubbing against her innocent backside.

“Sebastian —”

“Say it, I need you to say it, I need to know that you… you understand what I feel for you…”

The girl nodded, her lips parted in a breathless gasp. “Yes…”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, you need me… you want me,” she said, and he could almost hear a tearfulness in her voice.

“Good girl,” he sighed. “And do you know what else?”

She moaned and shook her head as her body trembled, caught between his thick thrusting fingers and his hard manhood pleasuring herself on her.

“I love you,” said Sebastian. His eyes were closed and his lips were at her ear. It almost scared him to admit it, but she needed to know.

“I… I love you too,” she whispered, turning her face lazily toward him.

When Sebastian opened his eyes, he saw her there, with her half-lidded, dreamy gaze, her sweaty forehead, tear-stained cheeks, and those lovely, bitten lips… His hand left her breast to hold her still by the neck and he leaned down to kiss her.

The girl moaned into his lips. The only sounds now were their delicious moans and the wetness he pulled out of her as he pumped his fingers through her gushing channel.

Sebastian was breathless when he released her, and his whole body was alight. Although he was still mostly clothed, he felt nearly at the edge just from her in his arms, her body pressing down on him. The more he tended to her core, the more of her he could smell.

“I would lick your tenderest little parts,” he breathed as he looked into her eyes, “but that might be too much for you, wouldn’t it, pet?”

She stared at him quite shocked, not knowing what to say. She couldn’t even nod in agreement.

“So why don’t you just come for me? Release for me, let go…” he whispered, stretching out his tongue to lap at her lip. “Let me feel… this little hole… ” he continued, his fingers thrusting harder into her, shaking her whole body, “convulse in pleasure around me…”

Sebastian was certain she didn’t exactly know what he was talking about, and he actually wished she didn’t. He wanted her to be innocent, he wanted to be the first for her, to teach her and train her and show her pleasure. Show her how to surrender.

He groaned when she pressed in a certain way down on his lap, and instinctively he released her neck to grip her hip, holding her still for his use. His two fingers, thick and dripping wet with her, dug as deep inside her as he could and held there as he put all of his efforts into pressing up against her, rubbing himself against her bottom. He moaned shamelessly with each delicious thrust. His sounds were deep and lustful and embarrassingly revealing of how savagely he wished to take her, but the scared look in her eyes centred him.

Sebastian kissed her again then leaned back to look at her face as he used her, imagined himself taking her, feeling her wetness soak his shaft, feeling her weak little body parting for him, having no choice but to surrender and open and take him inside where he could spill —

“I… I love you,” he gasped, pleading with her almost, needing her to understand it and accept it. “I love you…”

“Seb—”

He frowned and closed her lips with a kiss, and then he felt his shaft twitch as it spilt its seed. It was a messy and distorted kiss, more of a moan and a cry and a crushing of lips, but for a moment it felt perfect. Her body relaxed above him, her fingers caressing his hair and his neck, her girlhood clenching around his fingers, suckling on them.

Sebastian breathed in deeply then released her mouth. He grinned lazily and leaned back to look at her. There was a sticky and disgusting feeling at his loins, but that didn’t matter now. Slowly, his fingers resumed their thrust.

She gasped and tensed in surprise, but soon eased and moaned more openly, her head tilted back exposing her neck, her chest arching against her shirt. Sebastian thrust deeper, those two thick fingers keeping her spread. He pulled the wetness out of her with each outward thrust and let it make her thighs and bottom slick.

“How long have you wanted me?” he asked in a teasing whisper at her ear. Now that he had warmed her up, he felt sure he would get the answer out of her.

“Wh-what?!”

He chuckled, pumping his fingers faster. “How long?”

“Since… since the fifth-year summer break,” she admitted, speaking in so small a voice he would not have heard if he were further away.

“So since you were fifteen!?”

Sebastian was a little scandalised. He pictured taking advantage of her at that age and recoiled inwardly. But at the same time, he didn't wish to make her feel ashamed. After all, she couldn't help her feelings, and he would be lying if he said he wasn't the slightest bit flattered. So he fought against how taboo it was, and chuckled.

“How naughty my little girl is,” he purred, nibbling at her ear.

“I’m sorry,” she groaned, turning her blushing face away from him.

“You should be,” he said, half-teasing. “I only ever wanted to take care of you, do you know that? I wished… I wished I could take you away sometimes. Just to have you for my own. To love you freely.”

She was nearly breathless with the revelation and turned to look up at him. His trusts between her legs gentled as he confessed his more innocent feelings to her, and she had no idea what to make of it.

“Did you really?” she asked in a whisper.

“Yes,” he smiled, “but not like this. Not as…”

“As lovers?”

“Yes, not like that. Just, as your friend or… anything.”

It was awkward for Sebastian to show this side of himself. It didn’t go well with what he was — an older man twice her age, slightly rough around the edges, involved with dark magic and seedy figures and things she shouldn’t know about. And she was so sweet and delicate, so fragile in his arms… But it was true, all he wanted was to love her, protect her, take care of her, in whatever capacity she allowed him.

Sebastian leaned down and kissed her forehead, his fingers stilling inside her for a moment. No sooner he parted from her skin that she leaned up and kissed his lips — clumsily, reaching mostly just the corner of his mouth.

“I want you,” she said as she looked into his eyes. “I… I wish you could take me away, forever.”

“But you know I can’t,” sighed Sebastian, and his fingers began to cant back and forth inside her, making her feel his despair and desire and longing to be with her as deeply as possible.

“I know… But I’ve dreamed of it,” she whispered. “So many nights… when I thought about you.”

Sebastian’s eyes darkened and he listened to her, his lips parted in a stilted gasp. He wasn’t sure he should know more, he was afraid of what he would hear, but a part of him was greedy to know everything that this darling girl thought about.

“Did you?” he asked lowly, and he started a deliberate, deep rhythm that trailed her channel up and down. Her plump folds kissed his knuckles when he thrust all the way inside.

“Yes,” she said in a high, weak voice.

He smiled. He loved the way she got so breathless when he pleasured her. “Did you touch yourself?”

“I did…”

“Did you touch yourself thinking of me?”

She closed her eyes and nodded.

“Like this?”

“Please,” she sobbed, her heart trembling in her chest as his fingers dragged themselves out of her. “Pleasepleaseplease…”

Sebastian licked his lips and looked down at her. Her arms were limp around his head and her eyes were closed. He drank in the sight of her weak and surrendered, and then he gave her what she wanted. He put his fingers back to her girlhood, trailing the slippery digits up and down her slit.

“You pleasured your special place?” he teased, grinning against her blushing cheek while his fingers dragged her slick up to her tender nub. “Alone, at night, while you thought of me…?”

She mewled and bowed her head, regretting somewhat that she had even admitted it to him, because now he used it to torture her — but his fingers felt so good, working her so precisely to feverish pleasure.

“Yes yes yes, please,” she mewled.

His chest purred beneath hers while his fingers strummed her pearl, tending to her most sensitive point relentlessly, diligently.

“Will you show me how you sounded when you reached your peak?” he whispered. “Will you spill for me here as you did around your pretty little fingers?”

“Please, Sebastian,” she cried, and her voice began to sound a little panicked. “It… it’s too much…”

In response, he held her down, his left arm stiff around her waist while with his right he abused her girlhood in short, aggressive rubs. He could feel her nub becoming stiffer, its raw head peeking out. With each downward thrust, he picked up a little bit more slick that leaked from her and brought it up to wet her pearl.

“It’s not too much, you can take it,” he whispered. “Doing so well for me, letting me love you like this… Letting me show how much I love you…”

“I can’t, I can’t,” she rambled.

Her legs started to tremble against his, her hips canting up and down, spreading the wetness that he’d spilt around himself in his soiled trousers. Sebastian groaned at the delicious, savage feeling of it all.

“I can feel you leaking out of your little hole,” he said with a dreamy voice. “Is that how you’d drip around me if I kissed you there? Is it? Is it how you’d gush around my manhood if I gave it to you?”

“Yes,” she mumbled, her head twisting back and forth, her hair a ruffled mess against his pillow, over his shoulder, sticking to his cheek. “Yes yes yes, I want, I want…”

“I’ll give you what you want, my girl,” he growled, holding her down and playing with her nub. “My good little girl, sweet, wet, dirty little girl…”

And her whole body began to tremble, starting with her legs, her stomach, her hands clasping desperately at the pillow. She let out a scream before she caught herself and bit it back. He reached down and kissed her mouth, swallowing it from her. Sebastian held her to him, barely letting her move while she squirmed with the shock of her powerful orgasm.

“Se— Sebastian! Aaah… Aaahh!”

Her core clenched and throbbed, hungry and empty and desperate for something that never came inside. Right above it, his fingers kept tending to her pearl, flicking it until it nearly drove her mad.

The girl mewled into his mouth, pleading with him to stop but in a thoroughly unconvincing manner.

“You like that?” Sebastian asked against her lips as his caresses slowed to steady, long, torturous strokes. “Hmm? Was that good?” he asked with a kiss.

“Mmm… yes,” she whispered, her voice trembling as her body relaxed, limp and sapless in his arms. Only faint twitches travelled up her legs anymore, but she spread them wider for him as he kept tenderly caressing her girlhood.

“Yes?” he grinned. “My naughty little girl liked it?”

“I did,” she said in the smallest, shyest whisper, her eyes cast down toward his lips.

He understood what she wanted, and leaned forward to kiss her again. The room around them fell silent now that her frantic breaths and moans abated. All that was left were the lewd, slopping sounds as he kept fingering her.

“Good little girl,” he sighed against her mouth. “Gone all soft now that you’ve been pleasured, haven’t you?”

She blushed and nodded, the tip of her nose brushing against his. Sebastian chuckled and leaned in to kiss her again, and again, and again. Slowly, he stilled his fingers, but kept them there, cupping her secret place, letting her seep lazily into his palm.

“How do you feel?” he asked with a warm smile.

“Good,” she murmured, a similar smile playing on her lips too. Her eyes were low and sleepy, but held his gaze.

Sebastian chuckled and disentangled his arm from around her waist, bringing it up to brush her messy hair away, caress her face, and pet her lovely cheek. Her legs dipped back from around his and closed around his wrist, hugging his hand to her centre.

“And did you like what I did to you?”

She bit back a wince and nodded again. Sebastian’s eyes crinkled with a smile and he dipped down to her mouth, tasting her in a long and languid caress.

“Give me your hand,” he said, “the left one,” and waited for her to comply.

She stretched out her left arm and watched curiously as he grinned and kissed the bracelet there. It was, in its own way, more like a mark of belonging, of his commitment to her — like an engagement ring.

“You were beautiful,” he said as her hand came down to brush against his face, “and sweet, and adorable, and the most enticing little witch I’ve ever seen.”

The girl squirmed in his lap, smiling awkwardly, but there was nowhere for her to go even if she had the strength to do it. He cupped her in his hands and held her to him.

“Well, I hope so,” she said with a small voice, looking between his lips and his eyes.

“You deserve to be loved. I hope you understand that now, at least a little bit better…”

Did she? She wasn’t sure. Held in Sebastian’s strong steady arms, against his broad chest, she knew she felt at home, and safe, and cared for, but love came with a little difficulty… How could he be satisfied with her?

“I know I am most inadequate —” she started.

“No,” he shook his head, “you are not. You deserve to be loved, and I wish to be the one to do it.”

She looked into his eyes again, quietly reading every emotion that flashed through there, every hint of vulnerability, of devotion, and found them all reflected in her too. Her hands finally found the strength to reach up again and tangle loosely in his hair.

“Alright,” she whispered, leaning up to breathe against his lips. “If you’ll love me, I’ll love you,” she said, kissing him gently on the mouth. “In fact, as you well know, I already do…”

Sebastian chuckled and held her closer, rocking her gently on his chest. Slowly, his hand slid away from her core, allowing her to close her legs, and his to close around her. Entangled in each other, they forgot about their messy clothes, their ruffled hair, and knew only of how much they liked each other’s closeness.

They spoke in sweet hushed whispers about what they planned to do, how they intended to live together, to accomplish it against all odds. Slowly, Sebastian forgot about his plan to only show her these safe, distant forms of love — with fingers and close embraces and perhaps eventually with his mouth, acts that left no lingering mark on her and had no chance of spoiling her honour. No, after this evening, could see himself taking her away, even marrying her, building a life with her… And as he gazed into her eyes throughout the evening, all the while until they fell asleep, he hoped she pictured the same future too.

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🐍 Wounded 🐍 // Sebastian Sallow x f!reader

"Hi everyone! First of all thank you so much for the support for my last fanfiction! It means a lot. I know for some people, the amount of responses I got is not a lot but omgggggggg I was so excited. And this fanfiction is from the vote I published in my fanfic "Yule ball". My first language isn't english and this is slightly proofread. Also, I take requests! You can ask me anything. And this fanfic is way shorter than my last one, tell me what you prefer."

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Warnings : Angst, fluff, mention of death and swearing. Total of words : 715

Important informations : - All characters are aged up to 18 y.o. or more. (7th year of Hogwarts) - Y/N = "Your name" - Y/L/N = "Your last name" - Y/E/C = "Your eye color" - Y/H/C = "Your hair color" - Includes a very quick illustration of Sebastian made by me! (related to the story) it's the first time I draw Sebastian so I know it's not perfect. T^T

° Since you defeated Ranrock 2 years ago, your life at Hogwarts had become calmer.

But, even if you were not in danger anymore, you still felt a lack of adventure and thrilling duels. To fill this need, you sometimes went to fight trolls or poachers with Sebastian.

Yet, it is possible that you have been too accustomed to simple duels without difficulties... this may have some consequences. °

With Sebastian, you had decided to go to a poachers' hideout. Apparently they had captured unicorns. You fought until no enemy was left standing.

Sebastian: Good job Y/N! Your spell sequences are truly incredible. Y/N: Thank you so much! I spent the last few weeks training in the Undercroft. And you're not too bad yourself Sallow. Sebastian: Coming from you, it means a lot. Y/N: Don't be silly, you became really str-

You see from afar an enemy move suddenly and raise his wand in Sebastian's direction. You barely had time to react and you put yourself between the spell and him. You raised your wand to try to counter the spell but the spell was not what you expected.

Poacher/Ennemy: AVADA KEDAVRA! Sebastian: Y/N NO!!!

You had to use your ancient magic to try and counter the spell. You used Repulso on Sebastian to move him out of the way. And the duel began.

The pure strenght of the death spell was making your body shiver. You knew your magic was stronger. But as you were duelling, you felt another dangerous presence behind you. Not even Sebastian saw him because he was using the Disillusionment Charm.

Poacher/Ennemy 2: Crucio! Sebastian: Confringo!

But it was too late. The Cruciatus Curse hits you and you fall on your knees, still holding your wand and trying to counter the Avada Kedevra spell. The pain was unimaginable, unbearable.

You were about to lose the duel. You felt weaker and weaker. Your eyes filled with tears, the sounds began to become more distant and muffled. You closed your eyes in a last attempt to give your last stenght. Behind your already closed eyelids, you felt a powerful light then, you heard Sebastian calling your name, a scream and then nothing. The last thing you heard was Sebastian talking to you.

Sebastian: Please don't die, I love you Y/N. Please I need you more than anything. Talk to me Y/N. Open your eyes please!

It was only silence until you opened your eyes again.

Y/N: Where... where am I?

It looked like your were back at Hogwarts. You were laying in a bed in the Hospital Wing. You couldn't remember how you got here and what happened during the fight.

The nurse turned abruplty to you with wide open eyes the moment she heard you.

Nurse: Oh Merlin, you're finally awake. Let me auscultate you very quickly my dear. Don't move. Y/N: Where is Sebastian?

Your voice seemed very weak. But you were worried sick for Sebastian. What if he got hurt? What if they did the same to him?

You waited until the nurse was finished and then she left. You were about to try and get out of your bed that suddently you heard someone coming towards you.

It was Sebastian and Ominis.

Sebastian: Y/N! You're finally awake! I..I'm... Ominis: Keep your calm Sebastian. She obviously still is very weak. Sebastian: Y/N I am so sorry... I should have... I...

Sebastian was holding flowers. Now that you awake, you notice a buch of flowers already there around your bed. He then puts them next to you. When you looked back at Sebastian moments later, he was standing in front of you with a face twisted with worry and his eyes quickly filled with tears.

You get up to sit in your bed.

Y/N: Sebastian... I am so sorry. Please don't cry, I am fine. I am always fine. We have been through much worse. Sebastian: YOU'RE NOT FINE! IT'S NOT FINE! Ominis: Stop it Sebastian! Sebastian: But it's true Ominis! She is always the one saving us! Saving everyone! I could never save her and I tried! You were not there Ominis! You didn't see what I saw! Ominis: Sebastian... Y/N: Please Sebastian... I am here. Look at me, I am alive and well. And it's probably thanks to you.

Sebastian looked at you, tears were rolling over his freckles. He took a step closer to you and kneeled in front of your bed. He then took your hand to bring it close to his face.

Sebastian: I am not worth it. I am not worth your sacrifice Y/N... I cannot live without you. Y/N: Sebastian, do not say that. You are the most precious thing in my life. You and Ominis truly changed my life. Sebastian: I thought you were dead Y/N... I really thought... Ominis: But what happened after Y/N collapsed? Sebastian: She used her ancient magic. It was such a powerful blast that I was blinded. Then, she fainted. But at that moment, it looked like the Death spell hit her. Your body was so cold and lifeless. So I... Y/N: It's okay Sebastian. Take your time. Ominis: I am not sure I want to hear the rest of this. I'll come back later Y/N.

As Ominis left, you started to understand what happened. Sebastian was looking at you, his eyes were staring into yours.

Sebastian: I killed them Y/N. Y/N: Sebastian don't worry, you did the right thing. They also tried to kill us. And I- Sebastian: I used Avada Kedavra.

You felt your stomach drop. He used it again... The last time he used the killing curse was 2 years ago. You tired your best to keep a neutral face.

Sebatian: I had no other choice, he was about to use it against me. And no spell can counter Avada Kedavra other than ancient magic and... this same spell. Y/N: I know Sebastian... you did your best. And you saved me. You saved us. Sebastian: I had no ill intent. I did it for you... I am not a monster Y/N... I changed... Y/N: Sebastian, nobody thinks you're a monster. You're a hero! You're my hero! You saved me when I couldn't save you or even myself. Sebastian: Don't tell Ominis... Y/N: I won't. After all, I owe you. Sebastian: *chuckles* I like having friends who are in my debt. But you have to promise me one thing. Y/N: Anything. Sebastian: Don't try to sacrifice yourself to save me ever again. You have to promise me that.

He looked so serious and yet so beautiful. He became so handsome, even if you always found him attractive you just couldn't help but notice how much he changed. Your heart was so full of love for him, so much that you would do anything to make him happy. But yet, you couldn't promise such a thing.

Y/N: I'm sorry Sebastian but I can't. I need you by my side and I will do what it takes to protect you. And I think you would do the same for me. Sebastian: I know. But I wouldn't do it for the same reasons as you. Y/N: Oh? And what are my reasons? Why do you think I did that? And don't you dare think I would do that for anyone. Sebastian: Well, I am not sure. Y/N: I did it because I love you Sebastian. And I don't quite fancy anyone as much as you. Sebastian: I love you too. I would kill for you Y/N. You are my only weakness. Y/N: And I would die for you. Litteraly. Sebastian: Y/N! Don't joke about that while you're still in a hospital bed! Y/N: *giggles* I apologize. But look at the bright side! Sebastian: And what is the bright side for that situation exactly ?

You lean forwards and kiss Sebastian's lips. It was soft and you heard a small gasp and Sebastian's breathing quicken. When you gently pulled out of the kiss, you looked at Sebastian. His face flushed bright red and he looked almost shocked.

Sebastian: Well... You definitely, definitely charmed me. *he grins* Y/N: I thought my feelings for you were always kind of...obvious. *you giggle* I have been in love with you since my 5th year at Hogwarts. I did not know how to tell you because you always seemed troubled by Anne's condition. I did not want my feelings for you to be another burden. Sebastian: W-what? I always felt the same about you! I guess I just never really had the courage to tell you. I didn't want to lose our friendship after everything we went through. *he gently smiles at you* But my heart is, and always will be yours Y/N. Y/N: I love you Sebastian.

The End

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⊰ — Perseus {Percy} Nott

· best friend and partner in crime of Sebastian Sallow and Frenemy of Ominis Gaunt. · slytherin student, capable of using of ancient magic · heir of the Nott family.

hogwarts legacy mc · eng/ger · 17y , if played as a hogwarts student, 22y, in any other scenario.

➣ a few glimpses of the past . ↓

Perseus Nott (Percy) is a British wizard and a Slytherin student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry during the late 19th century. Born as a member of the infamous, pure-blooded Nott Family, he developed an interest in magic from a very young age. While his siblings and Percy had the same sort of pre-Hogwarts education, his family started noticing some differences in his behavior and his bond to magic.

Before even fully understanding Perseus' ability to perceive and feel magic on a different level, the 11-year-old boy was kidnapped by Ranrock, who, unlike his family, recognized his connection to ancient magic and realized the power he could harness. Legends spoke of the ancient magic's ability to reveal forgotten spells and unlock the secrets of the wizarding world, bringing great power to whoever could use it. Constantly torturing Percy to develop his ancient magic abilities, Ranrock forced the boy to split his personality into one calm, sensitive side and one calculated, psychopathic personality in order to survive. Presumably by accident, Percy used the ancient magic to destroy all the goblins and escape before being apprehended by the Ministry of Magic. Since they already knew about Ranrock and his malicious plans, they put two and two together and cast Obliviate on Percy, erasing his memory and the psychological damage the past year had inflicted on his life, or so they thought.

Percy's ability to learn quickly and the fact that no one knew about his past or why he was joining Hogwarts as a fifth-year student surprised everyone, as well as sparking a lot of curiosity. While pretending to be the clever, study-focused student he should be, Percy had his head already wrapped in a whole different kind of entertainment. The ancient walls of Hogwarts echoed with the footsteps of countless wizards and witches who had come before him. Too visible and obvious to ignore his power. Joined by his classmate and troublemaker, Sebastian Sallow, he started delving deeper into the secrets of dark magic and the power that comes with it. (..)

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[yagirlpurplefox12]

Imagine: Sparing Victor Rookwood’s Life Part One (Male Reader MC x Victor Rookwood)

When you were fifteen, you discovered you weren’t a “normal” human like the rest of your family and friends. It started by seeing blue light in unlikely places to being able to set your homework on fire without…well doing anything. After that, Hogwarts somehow learned about you and sent over Professor Fig to help you catch up with your future year and classmates. Your mum and dad were surprised and scared but still loved you nonetheless. You had a tight family bond.

But who knew when going to Hogwarts, your life was going to become incredibly hard, terrifying, and full of death and carnage.

You are mature, sweet yet assertive and sassy when need be, and sometimes you didn’t feel like yourself. The first fight you had in an ancient cave with the huge statues should’ve scared you. And you were…but you didn’t feel like you when you started fighting them to get to Professor Fig.

And when you and Sebastian fought the ugly troll at Hogsmead, it was almost like you were not there. You were shook to your core after the battle because of that reason and also the fact that you annihilated it with very limited help from your friend. Sebastian snapped himself out of his amazement after watching you beautifully and gracefully pulverize the troll when other people came out to see the damage. Feeling bad about not feeling yourself and for destroying the town, you quickly used reparo to fix the damage and ran off to Sebastian for some butter beer.

Never at that moment did you want anything else but to go home to your parents protecting embrace. As Sebastian talked about how amazing you were, you both heard voices around the corner and got curious. That was when you saw him.

A man you wished to never had crossed paths.

A man who came into the leaking Cauldron and demanded to speak with you.

A man who made you feel like your face is on fire and you got butterflies flapping around your queasy stomach. His piercing blue eyes met yours when you turned to face him with your wand ready. Your stomach takes a deeper twist as he slowly smirked at you.

Somehow and someway, the more you met to battle or just bump in to one another while you walked in the forest between Hogwarts and Hogsmead, the more you started to feel familiar and comfortable around him. Almost the end of your fifth year when you were 16 years old. You had a choice. Let the power take over you and kill Victor as he was about to do to you?

Or.

Let the compassionate side of you take over and spare him?

You chose the latter.

And even though it almost cost your life, you don’t regret it. There was a moment when the both of you were only a few feet apart, panting heavily with blood soaked faces and deep hatred for one another. Your hatred was from all the beautiful beasts he hurt. Hatred from all the innocent lives he stole and threw away for his own gain. Your hatred was towards yourself on not understanding why you are attracted to such man.

But his for you?

It wasn’t just because you were “special” and had the power of ancient magic he and Ranrock would kill to get. It was because he KNEW.

Knew the reason why every time you encounter each other you get flustered and can’t help but stare at his lips and eyes.

And what infuriated him the most was the fact that you may see him more than the enemy and challenge he was to you.

He hated that he felt pity.

And when you raised your wand with a little struggle, he realized he couldn’t move his. Casting stupify, you finally beat him.

Passing out after the spell, you went into a peaceful slumber believing he would be taken to Azkaban and be charged for his crimes. Turned out he awoke before the Aurors could arrest him.

That was 2 years ago.

Now here you are sipping on butter beer as you cheer with your friends for passing the NEWTS…at least with those you are still close with you.

You love Sebastian and he truly is a sweetheart to you, but ever since learning that the man who cursed his sister still roams haunts him making him more determined to find a way to save her. Even if that means pushing you away or better yet use you.

That’s a hard one to forgive.

Poppy and you also have grown to have romantic feelings for each other. Her cute almost round, chubby face, that’s kind smile, her passion towards mythical creature, and her kindness as a human being. It’s beautiful to you and throughout these two years you have grown urges for her so you took her out on some low key dates.

Sirona gladly let the lot of you to enjoy a free round of butter beer. While everyone were getting together and gossiping and just enjoying life, Sirona pulled you to the side with a forced, nervous smile.

“(Name), there is someone in the back corner who wants to speak with you. If anything happens, shout and I’ll make sure to end his life this time. Ok young man?”

Nodding your head, you go to the corner she pointed out and the closer you got, you almost let out a gasp.

“My, haven’t you grown. Here, take a seat as I just want to have a chat with you. I won’t bite.”

“Victor,” you say through grit teeth as you slowly take a seat opposite of him in the booth, “what pleasure do I owe to speak with you…someone who should be in Azkaban?”

“Heh, aren’t you a charmer. Now my little wizard I’m not here to fight with you. I’m here to…make amends.”

“Yeah, what would that be and why should I listen to you,” you sass back at him. Victor hates to admit, but he does enjoy that raging spark you have. He remembers meeting you outside of Olivander to try and make you team up with him.

He saw that dangerous spark in your eyes and how your body tensed as he approached. The one thing he’ll never forget and what gave him hope was your hesitance. Why would you lower your wand? What reason would you give him that infuriating desperate emotion? Why in the bloody hell would you stutter as if you were fighting with yourself? He caught you at a moment when you were alone…as if you weren’t majority of the time.

By yourself.

He wondered if you had any friends but being here in the tavern, you obviously do.

“I don’t want to hurt you. Not anymore. You just…interest me. Yes, you are no doubt a powerful young man. More powerful than me, possibly, and truthfully I am more curious as to why you didn’t Avada me as I tried to with you. Instead you let the bastard that’s been tearing cities down to live?”

What should you tell him?

Sighing, you rub your face in irritation and look towards your small friend group.

“I was finally able to start understanding my powers. When I use ancient magic, I didn’t feel like me. So…murdering was easy and I didn’t feel remorse at the moment but after awhile when I become ME again, that’s when I feel horrible. So me killing you, even though I probably should have fucking done from all the pain and suffering you caused me, I would’ve been taking a step back not forward.”

Victor stays silent for a bit, drinking his fire whiskey as he thinks.

“That’s respectable, lad, maybe still not bright but it’s respectable. Let’s meet again sometime and I’ll tell you a little of myself.”

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[vidjausers-fable]

The Betrayal

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(SPOILERS FOR THE END OF THE GAME)

The two of them stood in stunned silence, the defeat of Ranrock only seconds in the past. Naeva had taken the power from the final repository into herself, to prevent it from falling into the wrong hands again⁠—including her sister. Naeva stared at the back of her sister, Syera’s, head who stood there, her wand still gripped in a white fist. She knew her sister was mad at her. The anger had boiling for a while now. Naeva knew that Syera wanted to take the power, and while she knew it was not smart that Naeva took the powers. 

Syera turned slowly to her sister, her eyes full of tears. Naeva stepped forward but Syera held up her hand. The Ravenclaw twin stopped, and frowned. “Syera, what’s wrong? We just beat Ranrock…”

“I want to know why you did it.”

Naeva was stunned. “Did what?” This wasn’t about Ranrock.

“Turned Sebastian in.”

Naeva felt her stomach churn, caught off guard. This was the least expected place, and time that her sister could bring up the situation from a few weeks ago⁠—The Slytherin boy Syera had been close with was expelled and faced trial with the Ministry⁠ and possible imprisonment in Azkaban. She couldn’t tell that Syera was bringing it up now, that they were alone.

“I know it was you and Ominis who turned Sebastian in. After you promised you wouldn’t. I told you both it would kill Anne. Don’t you care about siblings anymore!” She throws her hands up. “You betrayed me, Naeva!”

Hearing those vile words made anger flare in Naeva. She snaps, “Syera! He murdered his uncle with a killing curse, and he manipulated you into helping him. I had to turn him in. I couldn’t let him drag you down with him. I have to protect you.” She steps over, grabbing her sister by the shoulders to keep her pinned to the spot, trying to talk reason into her. “You have to listen to reason…”

“No!” Syera screams, knocking her sister’s tight grip off her body, using as much strength as she can. “Don’t touch me! I don’t need yout protection, Naeva. You’re no longer my sister!” Syera stepped back, her wand now lifted in the air, ready for a spell. What spell, Naeva didn’t know, but the incantation made Naeva freeze. 

“Crucio!” Syera screams, pointing her wand at her own twin, a red light wrapping around Syera’s body before shooting from her wand. 

Naeva had her own wand out, but couldn’t usher a word from shock, her eyes wide like a Fwooper stunned by Lumos. The Cruciatus curse. The torture curse, where people had to use real hate and despite against another⁠—and Naeva’s own sister was using it on her. She didn’t know both her and Sebastian had been messing with the Dark Arts together. She couldn’t move. The scarlet trail of lightning struck her right through the heart, knocking her back before she could think about doing anything. 

Every nerve in Naeva’s body exploded all at once. Every ounce of her body felt it was on fire from the inside out and her nails dug into her skin to try and tear out the pain. She convulsed when she hit the ground with enough force to knock her prosthetic leg off, leaving her truly vulnerable. Her stomach felt as though someone sliced it open with a dagger and let the acid spill over her other organs. She couldn’t breathe. Old pains from the past were brought back; her scar seared in pain as though she’d split them right there on the rocks from the knockdown. Her amputated leg felt like it was there again, being twisted off in the wheel again. Something was foaming at her mouth, and she couldn’t tell it was spit or actual vomit. She couldn’t breathe. Her body was in complete agony and her vision was dwindling. 

Tilting her head up almost impossibly, Naeva looked up to Syera as her sister approached her, wand still in her hand. Naeva reached up for her but Syera walked over her body without remorse. She really did want to hurt her sister⁠—would Naeva but the first one ever to die directly from the Crucio curse? 

Syera left her sister there, convulsing before she climbed her way back out of the repository, finding the professors and the friends of her and her sister looking at her with wide eyes. Syera spoke coldly, “Fig and Naeva didn’t make it,” she said while avoiding their eyes. When they rushed past her, she ran out of the Repository. She’d find Sebastian. She’d break him out. They would be free. Together. 

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[sharpwitfic]

Aesop Sharp X Reader (Platonic... for now)

Game Spoilers, Obviously. Part 1/?

Haters, DNI. It's a game. I only like drama in my fics.

In the months following your battle against Ranrock, everyone was quick to congratulate you on your incredible feat. Butterbeer poured freely from strangers upon your visits to Hogsmeade, strangers tipped their hats in gratitude, and the students who whispered about you following your arrival seemed to become your dearest friends overnight, all because Professor Fig’s ambition led you down the road you now traveled alone.

You could see ancient magic, but it seemed no one could see you. Of the few who tried to look past the heroic facade, most only saw a foolish young woman who had no business fighting anything. One person, however, looked beyond all of the smoke and mirrors surrounding your victory and saw your pain. Professor Aesop Sharp knew pain like an old nemesis. Seeing such pain in the eyes of someone so determined, talented, and too young to be so deeply hurt stirred in him a great deal of anguish, though it was the compassion brewing within him that caught him off guard.

There was little he could say to you about his growing affinity for you, pride in all you had accomplished in such a short time. He knew you had a mentor in Professor Hecate, and he knew he hadn’t kept an open door for his students, preferring to keep his office quiet and evenings to himself. He had convinced himself he had no right to extend an invitation to send a letter of recommendation to the ministry regarding your interest in becoming an unspeakable or to offer you a recipe for a calming draught after he heard rumors of your nightmares. He wasn’t like Professors Ronen or Garlick. He had built stronger boundaries between professor and friend.

“We owe you our gratitude,” was all he had said. Two years had gone by, and he wondered, perhaps, if that were all he would ever allow himself to say to you on the matter. He hadn’t said fighting at your side had Made him feel alive again for the first time since his hip had been shattered. He hadn’t said he watched you enter your first class shy and was proud to see you grow into your confidence in your magic, then heartbroken to see you withdraw into your pain after the tragedy. Yes, he saw your tragedy where others saw victory.

That was what he longed to say to you. If he ever allowed himself the chance.

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[prpfs]

🐍So! I am looking to do a roleplay set during / possibly after events of Hogwarts Legacy. I recently got it on switch and accidentally binge played it all week and adored the plot. I am looking to double up since my muse for both my player character and Sebastian have been super high. Please let me write Sebastian for you please!

OOC Stuff

•Past Tense, 3rd Person, Multipara at least 4+ but preferably Adv Lit

•Willing to talk / headcannon ooc

•Pinterest Boards + Playlists always encouraged

• Extra brownie points if you are super talkative

OOC!

Pairings

• I favor NB/M and for my side that will be the pairing but yours can be any!

•Anything queer is slightly favored but ill never say no to a straight ship.

•I like the idea of toxic pairings so so so much. It can be however fucked up as wed like!

NSFW

Optional but I do quite love writing it.

I write both doms/subs. It depends upon my character.

Of course switch characters are welcome!

Kinks that can possibly be included: BDSM, Noncon / Dubcon, M/S, Power Imbalances, Bondage, Obedience + so much more upon discussion with partner

More Details: For my side I would love to pair my dark wizard PC / OC against either Ominis, Ranrock or Professor Fig. I wont lie Professor Fig is my current favored pairing something about that mentor/student ship that I eat up every time. This oc is of age!! I know drastically different ships but I think any could be quite interesting. That plus all ships have quite different power imbalances that could be fun to play around with.

Closing: I have been absolutely obsessed with this story and would love to hear from others. I don't bite I promise. My DMs + are always open but l also respond to likes!

like or dm

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[humanoidalien27]

Ever done something that made you feel sick inside later? This is like that. Still, I hope you enjoy the story so far.

Content warning: evil soul sucking monsters and some game spoilers

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Chapter 3

Regret

In the pit of your stomach you felt something off about how things ended, especially after Fig and Ranrock's death.

Anne and Ominis believed they did the right thing even with having doubts and missing Sebastian, but not enough to correct it.

So, you started looking into Azkaban and the more you found out, the more you knew it wasn't the place to put Sebastian.

He was a manipulative jerk, but getting the life sucked out of you until he went crazy and finally died? No, that fate shouldn't have been his.

After tracking Ominis to the undercroft, which he seemed to expect you were coming, he looked over at your steps.

"I've been thinking," you started, trying to watch his expression. "I think turning Sebastian in was wrong."

He sighed as he closed the book he was reading, surprising you to see the cover, it was also about Azkaban. "I do too, but there's nothing we can do about it now. Professor Black already sent him there."

"Says the guy reading about the prison," you replied while tapping the cover. "Now, I know there are dementors and the occasional auror, and we'll need to know how and where to apperate and how to cast Expecto Patronum."

"It will be the beginning of next term before we're even proficient enough to attempt breaking him out."

Smiling, you pulled out the books with the information. "Then we better start now."

"What about Anne? Should we tell her?"

"When she's ready. She's still angry at Sebastian and it will only cause more problems later."

He went quiet for a moment before nodding. "Alright, but how are we going to do this? I need to go home for the summer now that Solomon is gone."

Well, it's not the best place, but it'll work. You'd expect it's probably cozier than Solomon's.

"Just come stay with me. I have a house in Upper Hogsfield."

"What about your parents?"

You gave a bitter smile. "They died a long time ago."

Learning to apperate was difficult, though using ancient magic to tether your basement to the undercroft was helpful.

There were restrictions for using magic outside school, so, you and Ominis would practice there.

Though, you did keep essence of dittany on hand when you splinched yourselves one too many times.

It was in moments like this, you wished you could consult with Professor Fig.

You kept Sebastian's wand safe with professor Fig's and Miriam's in a display case in your room as a reminder of those who died for what they believed in and those who were punished for merely trying to help.

The day you planned to break in was getting closer and you noticed Ominis was getting cold feet because he was scared.

You couldn't really blame him, a boy from a family of dark wizards, wouldn't want to step into the prison willingly.

So, using your usual routine, you told him you were going to meet Natty and Poppy at Hogsmeade, but instead, you stashed Sebastian's wand in your pocket and grabbed your bag with the undetectable extension charm, before leaving.

You knew he'd listen to you leaving and waited until you were in the middle of the woods to apparate to the cliff near the prison.

Close enough to see, but not to get spotted by dementors.

A caw from a nearby crow was the only sign of life. Carefully, you moved closer, not seeing any doors, but all you needed was a window.

You needed to get where you're going before trying to apperate.

Once you managed it, the air got cold, way too cold as guilt over what happened to both Sebastian and Fig weighed heavily.

"Expecto Patronum," you whispered, and a wispy cat appeared at the end of your wand, trying to play with it before landing at your feet, the pressure instantly fading.

Various prisoners sneered, laughed or made threats as you passed, but you continued.

Your cat moved up in your defense whenever a dark cloaked figure appeared out of nowhere.

"Sebastian?" You whispered, hoping he was still there enough to be saved.

You climbed up flights of stairs, searched countless cells, but it wasn't until you reached the tenth floor, that you found one with strange runes carved into the stone around it.

"They're anti-dementor runes," the man inside said from his spot by a window. "I was always particularly good at ancient runes. Now, what brings a student all the way here?"

"Sebastian Sallow," you answered after a moment.

The prisoner in the next cell began to laugh historically.

The man pointed across the cell, so you looked over seeing a familiar silhouette laying on a makeshift bed on the floor.

"Is he okay?"

"The runes keep the dementors at bay, but it doesn't stop the nightmares. Or the unforgiving feeling of despair," he admitted, his eyes shooting behind you, getting you to glance quickly, seeing a hoard of dementors heading your way.

"Quickly, think of the best memory you can and command your patronus to attack them."

Taking his advice, you sent them back enough, your cat in guard.

"There's more where they came from," the man said moving to Sebastian and shaking him. "Kid, you have a visitor."

"What? No one visits here-" Sebastian looked at you, shock and fear creasing his dirty sunken features. "What are you doing here? You're going to get hurt!"

He half skidded and fell as he moved over to the door.

"Them sending you here was a mistake Sebastian. You didn't deserve this."

"It's okay, I know you didn't have a hand in it. Ominis told me you refused to say either way-"

"That was my mistake. All you did was defend yourself, defend me."

He grabbed the bars, his eyes on the dementors over your shoulder. "Hey, it's alright, okay? You should go now."

Shaking your head you pointed your wand at the lock. "Alohomora."

You opened it enough to slip into the cell and slammed the door before the dementors broke through your patronus.

"What the hell?" Sebastian snapped, catching you as you tripped from how fast you moved.

"Ooh, I felt my charm weakening," you admitted with a laugh.

"Do you realize what you just did?" Sebastian asked, motioning around the room.

Nodding, you pulled your bag off your hip and stretched it.

"This isn't the time for that." He grabbed your hands with a look of desperation in his eyes. "You don't belong here-"

"If you do, then I do and so does Ominis."

He stepped back at your strong tone.

"He cast crucio on muggles to avoid getting the treatment himself. He never turned himself or his family in. I-" Swallowing hard, the words jumbled in your throat. "I was forced to kill my father."

"What?"

You gave a bitter smile, which came off as a grimace. "My mother forced me to kill my father after casting Imperio on me."

His face turned into horror. "Why would she-"

"To impress her lover at the time. He killed her a few minutes later, but my point here is that you, out of all of us, did it to protect someone else. You shouldn't be here and as much as you were a jerk for being manipulative, this punishment doesn't fit that crime."

"I don't know the proper spells to fight our way out and besides that they probably broke my wand."

You pulled it from your pocket and held it out for him. "You dropped it in the catacombs. I picked it up."

The man beside us chuckled. "Brave friend of yours to come all this way. I'm almost jealous."

He was leaning against the wall, making no attempts to grab either wand.

"You're oddly calm for someone who's been locked up in here."

He shrugged. "It comes with being wrongfully accused and sent here to rot."

"He's the one who talked my escort into letting me stay in his cell."

Confused, you looked back at the man. "Who are you?"

When he frowned, you couldn't help but follow suit. "Felix Williams."

"Wrongfully accused?"

He nodded lazily. "Of your parent's deaths."

Sebastian's mouth dropped as you sighed, giving yourself a moment to get your emotions in check, before nodding. "Alright, there's an undetectable extension charm on this bag, the band can stretch, so you two should be able to climb inside."

"Hold up. You want us to get in that and you go out there to fight those dementors alone?" Sebastian asked sharply. "No-"

"I can apperate and I'm not magically banned from it while here, for now. So hurry before that changes."

"Best do what she says kid. She's a stubborn one, just like her father."

Ignoring the jab, you moved to spread the opening up for them and once they were safely inside, you apparated home.

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More Prompts:

Sebastian is held captive and has to watch MC fight Ranrock or Rookwood

Christmas at Hogwarts

MC takes on the power and she struggles with the effects and Sebastian is there for her

Ominis and Sebastian are there for MC after the big battle

MC is injured (in a coma?) and Sebastian and Ominis are the ones who wait in the hospital wing

MC struggles with depression and ptsd after 5th year

Ominis and Sebastian confront MC when they notice she sneaks out all the time

MC goes far from Hogwarts but her broom breaks. She’s too far from a floo so cue a worried Sebastian and Ominis on a rampage to find MC

MC shows her friends the room of requirement

Sebastian finds MC hiding in a vivarium and crying due to everything she’s been through

MC takes the fall for Sebastian and spends a few months in Azkaban before being released when they find out it couldn’t have been her. Sebastian and Ominis visit her in Azkaban and pick up the pieces when she’s released.

MC uses unforgivables and Sebastian and Ominis confront her. She explains the situations she’s been in that made her need to use them.

Sebastian find out MC lives in an orphanage. Sebastian and Ominis find her during Christmas break and uncle Solomon says his neighbor has an extra bedroom she can stay in permanently

Ominis and Sebastian question MC about a scar on her face and she tells them about the battle with ranrock

I love MC/Sebastian and Ominis being the absolute best friend! Feel free to include some of the other friends like Poppy and Natty and even Anne. Let me know what y’all come up with!

Also I’m a slytherin so I definitely love a slytherin MC but I’m happy with anything! Lmk if y’all know of any fics like these prompts!

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[lucifers-study]

So! I am looking to do a roleplay set during / possibly after events of Hogwarts Legacy. I recently got it on switch and accidentally binge played it all week and adored the plot. I am looking to double up since my muse for both my player character and Sebastian have been super high. Please let me write Sebastian for you please!

More below the cut as not to clog my blog / mutuals dash!

OOC Stuff

Past Tense, 3rd Person, Multipara at least 4+ but preferably Adv Lit

Willing to talk / headcannon ooc

Pinterest Boards + Playlists always encouraged!

Extra brownie points if you are super talkative OOC!

Pairings

I favor NB/M and for my side that will be the pairing but yours can be any!

Anything queer is slightly favored but ill never say no to a straight ship.

I like the idea of toxic pairings so so so much. It can be however fucked up as wed like!

NSFW

Optional but I do quite love writing it.

I write both doms/subs. It depends upon my character.

Of course switch characters are welcome!

Kinks that can possibly be included: BDSM, Noncon / Dubcon, M/S, Power Imbalances, Bondage, Obedience + so much more upon discussion with partner

More Details: For my side I would love to pair my dark wizard PC / OC against either Ominis, Ranrock or Professor Fig. I wont lie Professor Fig is my current favored pairing something about that mentor/student ship that I eat up every time. This oc is of age!! I know drastically different ships but I think any could be quite interesting. That plus all ships have quite different power imbalances that could be fun to play around with.

Closing: I have been absolutely obsessed with this story and would love to hear from others. I don't bite I promise. My DMs + are always open but l also respond to likes or comments !

#rp ad #hogwarts legacy rp #oc/cc ad #double up rp #hogwarts legacy roleplay #roleplay #roleplay ad #harry potter rp #harry potter roleplay #hogwarts legacy

[theprophesiedprincess]

Hogwarts Legacy: The Prophesied Princess Ch 5 Part 1

Summary: MC Seraenya Rhaefyre returns to Hogwarts for her sixth year. Besides her ability to wield Ancient Magic, Seraenya must keep an even larger secret: her true identity. A difficult task given her ever-growing powers and the presence of power-hungry nobles at the Hogwarts school tournaments this year. Will Seraenya fulfill her destiny as the prophesied princess?

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Chapter 5, part 1

Anne

Anne Sallow was in the gray place between life and death on the day she was saved. After speaking with Ominis about potentially turning her brother in for his reckless and unforgivable acts against her uncle, Anne felt herself losing her grip on her emotions and her health. Frail, dazed, and heartbroken, Anne had wandered the Hamlets. Her direction was aimless; she had nowhere to go, and honestly the destination mattered little to her at that time. Dizzy with the trauma of seeing her uncle killed right in front of her, him being cursed by her own twin brother, doubled down with the exhaustion of her own illness, Anne’s only clear thought was that she must avoid anyone who would try to console her, her brother most of all. So, she walked. She walked for hours that felt like days in her weak state. She walked past empty hamlets, ruined homes, burning encampments, and distraught village-folk. How devastated they must be, she thought numbly. Ranrock and Rookwood had gotten them good, just as they had gotten her. Not a single wizard took notice of her. Not a witch offered her shelter or food. Once she reached a waterfront, she spent hours laying in the sand, listening to the water moving with the wind, and gazing at the birds flying overhead.

She couldn’t go on like this forever, she knew, but she was so weak. She had little coin, and what did it matter? She was dying anyways, damned with a cruel curse. No one could cure her, no one. Not even her brother Sebastian, who she knew would have given anything to make her better. Fool, she thought angrily. He’s done too much, and now what will become of him? Anne couldn’t even allow herself to feel the guilt inside of her. She pushed back the feeling, preferring the anger.

After some sleep and what must have been a full day, Anne finally forced herself up to find a trading post. She used the last of her money to buy wiggenweld potion and a bowl of soup. “You look unwell, girl.”, said the unfriendly tradesman.

“I’m dying”, she said, smiling weakly.

The man eyed her curiously, as if he was unsure how to respond. “What are you dying from?”, he said finally.

“A broken heart… and a curse”, she responded.

The man stroked his chin slowly and nodded his head, “May you find some peace.”

Anne nodded at this. “I will do that. I will”, and she walked on. She returned to her spot at the waterfront and took the wiggenweld potion, knowing that it would do little to alleviate the pain pulsing from her stomach. She felt cold take over her, so she took a few sips from the bowl of soup, but it only made her feel nauseas. Shivers ran up and down her spine and she let out a heavy cough. She put down the bowl and laid down on her side, her eyes beginning to feel heavy. This could be it, she thought. I can find peace.

Anne had no way of knowing how much time had passed when she finally opened her eyes again. It could have been days or weeks, all she remembered was a deep sleep. Even with that, Anne was surprised to find that she actually felt as if she had rested when she awoke. Her vision was blurry, but she could make out the heavy scent of incense and shadows cast by a dim warm candlelight. It was nighttime, Anne thought. She turned her head towards a flicker of movement on her right side. There was girl there, Anne realized. She looked at the girl, tall with beautiful, long and wild wavy brown hair, wearing a long purple shawl and boots. The girl was turned away from Anne, humming a catchy but comforting tune as she continued to light incense sticks around the room.

“Who are you?” Anne asked.

The girl turned around and looked down at Anne, “Hello, you”, she whispered with a smile. “You’re awake!”. She placed a hand on Anne’s forehead to feel her temperature and gently helped her sit up. “You’ve been sleeping a long time! I have been worried. How do you feel now?”. The girl’s voice was nice, Anne thought, relaxed and mysterious, almost melodic.

Anne stretched out and took a deep breathe, “I feel… good”, she said miraculously. What has she done to me to make me feel this way? Anne hadn’t felt so good since before she had been cursed.

The girls smile widened. “Good! Good! I think it’s working. My special paste”, the girl waved to a bowl of what looked to Anne to be nothing more than lake mud. Anne eyed it doubtfully. “Sorry, I should introduce myself!”, the girl laughed. “My name is Stella Belle. Stella Belle Ponmore, actually. I found you sleeping on the sand, damn near death, I’m afraid.” Anne smiled at the name, thinking that it was quite charming. Stella Belle, who couldn’t have been more than three or four years older than Anne was, extended her hand to Anne. “I couldn’t leave you there like that. I recognized the mark of a curse on you.”

Anne shook the girl’s hand, “I’m Anne. Thank you… for helping me. How did you treat me? I feel amazing, truly. The medical professionals at St. Mungos said there was no cure for my curse. They said there was nothing they could do to help me.”

Stella Belle sighed and smiled once again, “I can’t cure this curse Anne, I’m sorry. You will always have to treat this thing”, she paused but then smiled again, “but I bet, with my special paste, I can make it so you almost forget its there. I’ve been working on this recipe a long time and I think I really got it this time! You can live long and well!”

Anne inhaled a breath of disbelief. How can this be? “How? Its impossible. I’ve seen every specialist; I’ve tried every treatment.”

“That may be true, but you’ve never met a witch like me”, the girl winked at her. “Come, I’ll bring you into the main house and introduce you to my sisters”, Stella Belle reached out her hand and Anne took it, surprised to feel how strong she was as she stood up. Anne looked around her and finally took in the cabin that she had been sleeping in for who knows how long. The walls were covered with tapestries and taped-up paintings of flowers, the moon, and large trees. The floor was littered with pots, all sorts of plants growing out of them. Stella Belle noticed Anne’s curiosity. “You like my little place? This cabin has been my sanctuary since me and my sisters arrived here. I love them to death, but the Goddess knows that I have always been a bit of a recluse. I stay out here most nights, singing my songs and staring up at the moon. I never sleep”, she laughed.

Anne took in a breath of the incense-infused air. “It’s nice, a good place to wake up in”, she complemented as she followed the girl out of the cabin. The two girls walked in across a long grassy meadow to a large three-story white wooden home with black details on the windows and doors. “This is home for us!”, Stella Belle said as she opened the large double doors. “Sisters!”, she called out, “the girl is awake!”.

The interior of the home was simple, but charming with its white wooden structures and subtle details: golden candelabras on the shelves, potted plants on the windowsills, and crystals decorating the coffee tables. Stella Belle led Anne into a dining room where four young women were sitting, sipping tea. The beautiful red-headed one at the end of the table spoke first, “Goddess, it’s about time. I almost believed her to be a goner.”

Anne took in the young women’s long, pin-straight red hair, her large green eyes lined with bold full eyelashes, her dainty button nose, and full red lips, and suddenly felt subconscious about her own appearance. Before she could help herself, Anne’s fingertips went to her hair. It felt tangled and probably looked even worse. The red-headed women grimaced at her and Anne felt a sense of awe and insecurity due to the her beauty and… familiarity? Yes. Anne was sure she had met this girl before.

A brunette girl with ebony skin and large brown eyes rolled her eyes and spoke next as she got up out of her seat, “Don’t mind Clarrisa. She doesn’t bite as hard as she would like us all to believe she can. I’m Adrina”. The girl leaned in to give Anne a comforting hug before gesturing to the other two girls seated at the table. “This is Duffey”, she said as she gestured to a younger, short girl with cropped blonde hair, “and this is Massey”, waving to a freckled young woman with eccentric blue coloring in her long wavy locks of hair. The girls each gave Anne a warm, welcoming smile, even the red head. Anne felt comforted by this and smiled back.

The red-headed girl shrugged in a nonchalant way, “don’t worry, I’m only playing. We are all so happy to see that Stella Belle could pull off her mysterious mud paste. I never believed she could wake the dead.” This sentiment put a chill through Anne, even though the girl’s demeanor suggested she was joking in her own dark way. Stella Belle sighed and gave Anne a regretful look.

“How long was I… asleep?”, Anne asked timidly.

“Two months give or take, maybe a bit longer”, Stella Belle responded, putting her hand on Anne’s shoulder to comfort her. “Why don’t you have a seat?”, she asked as she pulled out the chair closest to them. Anne sat and Stella Belle sat in the chair nearest to her on the right. Anne quietly considered this. It had been two months since her uncle had passed away. Two months since she had last seen her brother. Where was he, she wondered. Had Ominis turned him in? Did he run off or did he return to Hogwarts? Anger filled her as her last moments with him returned to her. I don’t care, she thought. I will put the past behind me.

The younger girl named Duffey handed Anne a cup of tea and Anne gratefully took a sip, feeling the warmth hit her tongue and spread throughout her body a few moments later. She immediately felt calmer. “I made it with moon water”, the girl said reassuringly.

“Thank you. My name is Anne, by the way.” Anne said holding out her hand to Duffey and then to Clarrisa. “Do I know you from somewhere”, Anne asked the redhead hesitantly.

Clarrisa leaned back in her seat and sighed, “you might”, she said in an exasperated tone. “I’m assuming you were a student at that awful Hogwarts? I was a student there a couple of years back before I got the hell out.”

Anne was taken aback by Clarrisa’s description of Hogwarts. That awful Hogwarts? Anne had dreamt about returning to Hogwarts every night since she got ill. She missed nothing more than running through the halls with friends, teasing first-years, flying her broom through the courtyard, and practicing her spell casting. Anne felt a pang of sorrow at these memories; she hadn’t even practiced with her wand in over a year until that day when her Uncle Solomon had died… when the inferi corpses circled his body and Anne was forced to set them on fire… I will put the past behind me. Anne focused back on Clarrisa. “Yes, I remember you. I was only a second-year when you… left the school”. The memory came back to Anne now. Clarrisa was quite a popular fifth-year back then; even Anne knew about her despite being in a younger class.

“When she got expelled from the school, you mean?”, Adrina said, laughing. Expelled, Yes, Anne had remembered that now. The girl truly was quite popular at school and word of something as juicy as an expulsion got spread around by the students rather quickly. Still, Anne was unsure what she did to be expelled.

“Shut up, you bitch!”, Clarissa yelled, throwing an onyx quartz at the girl’s head. Although Adrina responded with an annoyed grimace, Anne could see a slight smile forming in the corner of the girl’s mouth. Anne sensed that this type of bickering was typical of their relationship, a sort of bonding. It reminded Anne of how her and her own twin brother used to fight, casting stink-bombs at one another as they ran through the halls of Hogwarts. That was before Anne got sick and Sebastian began to treat her as if she would break apart at the slightest disturbance.

Adrina giggled. “Don’t you dare tell the girl why you were expelled, Clarrisa. You may just scare her off,” Adrina said with an arched eyebrow.

Clarrisa gave Anne a mischievous look. “I didn’t do a thing. Not a thing wrong anyways…”. Anne gave her a look of curiosity, hoping she would continue.

Massey, the peculiar young woman with the blue hair, scoffed. “Clarrisa only exposed the soft pink behind of a potion-built muscle boy in front of the entire class”, she laughed.

Now, Clarrisa seemed irritated as she rolled her eyes. “I didn’t mean to do it! I didn’t even pick up my wand! Honestly, its most foul that Professor Hecat would even suggest that I could be held responsible. I was standing across the room!”. This shocked Anne. How could Clarrisa pull off such a trick without her wand?

“You did… do it though, didn’t you? You said that boy was vile…”, Stella Belle asked.

Clarrisa looked at Stella Belle with a blank stare, “That nasty fucking idiot thought he could charm his way into my pants. He got what he deserved.”

Anne couldn’t contain her curiosity, “You cast a spell without using your wand?”

Adrina clapped, “Hell yes, she did! They only knew it was her because another student overheard her whispering the spell! She sent that cry baby running home to mommy”.

All the girls laughed except for Clarissa. “I didn’t mean to do it!”.

“Yeah right,”, Massey said, “you spoke the words,”

“I didn’t know they would work without the wand, idiot!”, Clarrisa spat back.

“-Girls! Enough!”, interjected the voice of a tall, majestic looking woman with voluptuous brown curls on her head, entering the room from the main hall. The woman, who appeared to be in her late thirties, wore a floor-length white nightgown with long bell-sleeves that hung over her hipline, where her hands were now rested. “Clarrisa has a magnificent talent, one that she was not taught to control at the Hogwarts school. Her magic got the better of her, much like each of you, when you came to me.”

Stella Belle smiled and introduced Anne to the majestic woman. “Anne, I would like you to meet Voscha Zales.”

Voscha took Anne’s hand in her own and squeezed it tightly. “I am so glad to see that you have awoken and that you are strong.”, she spoke in a compassionate voice.

“Are you… also one of Stella Belle’s sisters?”, Anne asked. Anne was beginning to think that the group of women were not truly related by blood.

            “We are all sisters here, yes.”, Voscha replied. “Some ties are stronger than blood, even. I am the girls’ sister, their mother, and their teacher oftentimes.”

            “Voscha took all of us in when we needed it the most”, Stella belle told Anne.

            “It’s true. I remember the day I found you. Thank the goddess that I got to you when I did.”

            “It was a hell of day”, Stella Belle said with a pained look on her face, before her typical childlike smile returned. “You saved me.”

            “What happened?”, Anne asked in concern.

            Stella Belle grimaced, and her face transformed again to an angry one. “Muggles.”, she said. “I grew up in the muggle world, you know? I didn’t even know I had descended from a line of witches. My family never mentioned it and my own parents were muggles themselves… I always knew I was different though. I felt it in my veins and in my soul!”

            Anne gulped nervously. She was afraid she knew where this was going. While Anne’s own family had steered far away from any muggle communities, Anne had heard about stories in which muggles became violent towards witches and wizards. Although Anne had never actually met anyone with such an experience, she supposed those types of things still occurred from time to time.

            Stella Belle smiled sadly as she continued. “I used to love using my ‘special talents’ to heal others. It was mostly rabbits and injured birds in the beginning. Until there was a boy in my village, a year back or so. He was only eight, He had broken his leg when a horse ran into him, and the local doctors told him that he would never walk again. I knew I had to help him! So, I healed him up. It didn’t take too much out of me, honestly, and I was so excited to tell his parents what I had done. The boy was so grateful…”

            Although Anne was afraid to hear the rest, she pressed Stella Belle to continue. “What did they do?”

            “They hated me. My mother begged and cried, trying to convince them that I had just made it all up; that the boy was cured by some miracle, but no one believed her. The townsfolk took me from her and tied me to a tree. They were going to burn me at the stake”. Anne felt the anger rising in her chest. How twisted and cruel those muggles were. It was absolutely disgusting.

“A tale as old as time.”, Voscha shook her head in disappointment.

Stella Belle noticed the look on Anne’s face and spoke in a more soothing tone. “Don’t worry. They never had the chance. Lucky for me, Voscha had heard about what they were planning, and she got to me first. She made sure they could never hurt me again.”

“Merlin. I am so sorry that happened to you! I can’t even imagine it!”, Anne said.

“Trust me, you don’t want to imagine it.”, Adrina spoke in a deadpan voice. “I used to live in the muggle world too, and that shit was disturbing. They treat women like garbage, even more than they do in the wizarding societies. My own mother wanted to sell me to some old rich hag as her handmaiden, like I was some stupid nobody! I went along with it too, until her creepy son tried to put his hands on me… let’s just say, I made good use of my magic that day. After what I did to him, he’d be lucky even if he has hands”. Anne was shocked but she appreciated the young woman’s regretless attitude. She thought it was only right for these women to defend themselves. Anne would have done the same if put in those circumstances.

“And then you found us, which was destiny, I believe”, Voscha said.

“So, what is this place?” Anne asked, “A school for hurt girls?”

Voscha laughed, “I suppose it does serve that purpose often, yes. Our coven has migrated all of over the Western Lands, from Astaria to the Richlands to here. Many other girls have come to us in the same position as Stella Belle and Adrina, each lost and full of magical ability, but unsure how to hone it. We became a home for one another, a family of divine feminine power”.

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