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heleneplays · 10 months
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a year ago, @jamesshawgames released Interlude 5 for Relics 3 beta and I haven't known peace since
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jamesshawgames · 2 years
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I've always been wondering this, but why did you decide to set the MC's last name to Spillane?
I wanted a rough-and-tumble, rough diamond sort of name, the sort of name that a tough guy/gal/person with a heart of gold might have. Spillane’s a good old working-class Irish name, and it seemed to fit the bill. Also, there’s an author called Mickey Spillane who wrote hard-boiled detective fiction. I’ve never been a fan of his books, but I always thought he had a great name!
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helgship · 2 years
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Kind of character sheet? Probably will add more info at some point.
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horreurific · 2 years
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i return!! with calli posting. here’s her outfit for the book 1 fancy ball scene!! also the first time many ppl have seen her without her glasses. i’ve been doing a lot of calli outfit sketches lately but haven’t gotten around to coloring the other ones yet
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choccy-milky · 2 months
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DARK RELIC COMIC 🔞NSFW🔞
((cw: NON-CON & breeding kink))
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POIPIKU
(this is an AU scenario where clora and seb never actually started dating, so the relic corrupts seb to finally do certain... things...👀 enjoy, fellow degenerates🥰😇)
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catohphm · 8 months
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Okay so after some good feedback from a few moots, here’s my new headcanon for Solomon’s case in Hogwarts Legacy-
After getting sacked from the Auror Office at the Ministry of Magic, Solomon Sallow relied on his family’s remaining savings to cover everyday expenses. Not exactly the best parental figure and role model to his niece and nephew Anne and Sebastian, it can’t be said he was active in looking for work either. The fact that his reputation was damaged from the fallout from losing his job did nothing to help. When the money ran out, Solomon had to turn to a less than reputable lender for financial support. His bad record with the Ministry also barred him from borrowing money through trustworthy institutions like Gringotts. 
The ex-auror’s debts racked up at a rapid pace with no reliable source of income. He received many warning letters from the loan shark that went unaddressed as the situation got worse. The loan shark, which had ties with the same shady group Ravenclaw student Astoria Crickett was connected to, was fed up with Solomon. They hired Victor Rookwood to collect. He confronted the ex-auror at his home in Feldcroft during an assault on the village. Infuriated that Solomon didn’t have the money, Rookwood cursed Anne as leverage to make her uncle cough up the galleons. Before he apparated away, the dark wizard threatened that next time he showed up and Solomon didn’t have the money, he, Sebastian and Anne would be killed. 
Around the time In the Shadow of the Relic would take place normally, Rookwood and his goons return to Feldcroft, they after Solomon for the money. Ominis, Anne, Sebastian and Danny (my MC) witness Solomon get killed by the debt collectors for not paying his dues. They seize and warp away with the relic Sebs was going to heal his sister with plus Slytherin’s spellbook, intent on pawning the loot away to make up for the money Solomon owed.
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sevprince-91 · 1 year
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'SAVE HIM'
From The Quest: "In the Shadow of the Relic"
Sebastian x F! MC
ENJOY ✌🏾🫰🏾
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When MC reached the catacomb, she saw Ominis and Anne outside, arguing and the entrance was barricaded.
“Sebastian had gone too far. I can’t stay here now. He is going to put the entire hamlet in danger, please......just make sure he is alright.” Anne wept as she spoke to a distressed looking Ominis.
“Ominis....where’s........where is Sebastian?” MC interrupted them.
“He is inside. This place is crawling with Inferi.” He said, looking worried as he faced MC now.
“Inferi? Last time we were here, the place was full of spiders. Where did the Inferi come from?”
“I don’t know, but it seems its there because of Sebastian.” Anne answered.
“What do you mean?” MC asked them both. “Do you mean.........you mean he created the Inferi?”
“I think it’s more like controlling them.” Ominis answered.
“Last time when I saw him, he was using a spell out of that book and something about him didn’t seem right then. The Inferi were surrounding him yet they weren’t harming him. And he kept on mumbling something about saving me. He even asked me to come alone, even when I clearly told him that I will be there only if Ominis was. He agreed but then he suddenly owled me today saying that he needs me here. I was scared so I ran here as soon as I could, but luckily, I informed Ominis before coming here, so he reached with me too. But when went inside..........” Anne got overwhelmed with tears, Ominis stroking her hair. “The Inferi were surrounding him. I was so scared; we could barely barricade the entrance to prevent the them from coming out. But he is inside with them......he is all alone there.” Anne finished, wiping her tears with her scarf.
“We have to find him......NOW!” MC said, her wand out and charging into the catacombs, without giving a second look at the two of them.
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MC entered the catacomb, Ominis followed her with his wand out as usual, guiding him in the right direction. Anne had gone to fetch help. Not long since they entered the catacomb, when they met the Inferi Anne warned her about.
She was right.
The place was full of them.
But MC was determined to find out Sebastian, and no one could stop her right now. So she blasted her way through the Inferi, as her heart beat violently against the ribs, her mind wondering to Bardolph Beaumont of Upper Hogsfield. She used everything she has learned in these months. Ominis helped too. He used powerful curses to fend them off.
“MC wait, I just realised something.” Ominis suddenly called her back.
“What now?” MC asked, looking fussed and anxious.
“I realised something now. Anne has gone to get Solomon.”
“Solomon? He warned me that if he found Sebastian anywhere near Dark Arts again, he would inform Professor Black. He can be expelled.” MC started to panic.
“I can talk to him; I mean Professor Black. I can go back to school now and explain that it was some sort of family feud. He will understand and probably ignore it. You have to stop Sebastian. See if you can talk some sense into him. He will listen to you above all of us.” Ominis said, as he turned around and almost ran towards the exit leaving MC alone.
MC went deeper into the catacombs to look for Sebastian, blasting all the Inferi and the left-over spiders along the way.
Finally, she saw him. He was standing with his back to the door, Slytherin’s book in front of him and the relic in his hand, shining brighter than ever. The Inferi were indeed surrounding him but instead of attacking him, they were sort of guarding him.
“Sebastian!” she called out desperately. Sebastian turned towards her. Lightening the tip of her wand with the fire making spell, she pushed the Inferi away from him and ran towards him. “Sebastian, what are you.......”
That’s when she realised that Sebastian wasn’t really listening to her. Neither was he actually aware of her presence. His eyes were glowing red like he was under some kind of spell.
“Oh Sebastian, what have you done?” MC cupped his face with her hands trying to wake him up from this trance. She realised the relic was enchanted to possess the ones using it and make them do it’s dirty work and kill in the process.
That’s the sacrifice of the relic to reverse a curse.
“Sebastian please, wake up. It’s me MC.” She begged, tears spilling from her eyes, down her cheeks as she desperately attempted to wake him up from the enchantment of the relic. She yelled and yelled at him, shaking him hard, trying to pry the relic away from his fingers, but he won’t budge!
And when nothing would work, her desperation mixed with the fright of losing Sebastian to a relic, boosted her audacity to do something stupid and daring.
Something that she had read long ago as a child in all the fairy tales.
A true love’s act....
As silly as it sounded right now, it was the only thing that came to MC’s mind right now.
So without over-thinking, she kissed him on the lips with every bit of emotion she could radiate through her kiss to him. Sebastian seemed to have shaken a bit, as soon as her lips touched his.
MC continued to kiss him, murmuring against his lips, calling him out, hoping this worked and to her great relief, it did.
When MC let go of his lips, Sebastian’s eyes slowly came back to focus and the red glow in his eyes seem to disappear, returning the colour to the same hazel ones, that she adored so much.
“Sebastian! Can you hear me?” MC almost shouted on his face.
“Merlin, MC, I am right here. No need to shout. What....what happened?” And then his eyes grew wider as he looked around. The Inferi were all out of Sebastian’s control now. They were slowly advancing towards them both. Both MC and Sebastian stood back-to-back facing the Inferi, at once blasting fiery spells at the Inferi, but it was too much for them.
At that moment, another jet of light sped towards a group of Inferi, who were approaching towards them from their left and blasted them to ashes. Solomon stood with his wand out, pointing it at the rest of them. His face was livid. He was staring from the Inferi to Sebastian to MC.
“What have the two of you done?” saying he blasted another Inferius out of the way and summoned the relic out of Sebastian’s hand.
“NO!” he shouted as the relic slipped from his fingers and landed on Solomon’s outstretched palm.” No, the relic......” Sebastian cried, trying to summon it back.
“Sebastian, you have gone too far this time boy.” Saying he pointed his wand at the relic, but suddenly the relic shone brighter and instead of the relic itself, it was Solomon who was now burning to crisp.
“NO!” Both MC and Sebastian shouted at the same time and ran towards him but they were late. By the time they reached him, he was crumbled into pieces. Sebastian stared at the remains of his uncle with an expression MC couldn’t make out. But it didn’t stop the Inferi from attacking them. They had to fight now to stay alive now. MC turned around and began to hurl them back and keeping away using the fire blasting charm.
But it was too much for her.
Sebastian remained kneeling by the remains of his uncle and tears streaked down his cheeks. “I didn’t mean this to happen. I didn’t.” He mumbled to himself.
“Sebastian, it’s not the time. Get up and fight. I can’t do this alone.” MC shouted at him from behind. As much as her heart wept for poor Sebastian, she knew it wasn’t the time to get consumed by the grief of what just happened. They needed to get out of here alive, at least Sebastian did.
Sebastian however didn’t seem to realise anything. He kept on kneeling beside his uncle’s remains, which now had the relic lying innocently on top of it. MC’s call for help was getting futile and then she remembered.
With all her might, as much as the four keepers has bestowed on her, she summoned the ancient magic and with another blinding light filling the room, all the Inferi were ripped apart and thrown across  the room. Summoning such a powerful ancient magic took a hell lot of energy and the room begin to swirl around her and she fell on her knees.
“Sebastian!” Another familiar voice, echoed from the end of the room. They both looked up at one and saw a feeble looking Anne running towards them. She looked around. “Where is uncle Solomon?” she asked.
MC bowed her head in shame at the mention of Solomon. Sebastian looked from her sister to the ruins under the relic. Anne’s gaze followed his and then, a gurgling like cry came out of her, as she clasped at her chest as if it was aching from the curse again.
“NO.......Uncle Solomon; what have you done!” She yelled at Sebastian, who was now going towards her to help her as she was unable to stand on her own anymore. “Stay away from me.” She yelled at him and Sebastian stopped on his way as his eyes met the disappointed look on his twin’s, one that he has never seen before. “It wasn’t his fault, Anne.” MC had now recovered and she interrupted the siblings hoping to mend things up with the mere excuse of an explanation. Anne’s eyes glanced at her once with the same rage and MC felt silent.
"You have made your choice"
She said in a heavy disappointed tone. Then she pointed her wand at the book which was laying open afar and shouted, “BOMBARDA!”
The book burned into crisps at its place.
“NOOOOOOOOO!” Sebastian shouted at the same time. “Anne, what have you done.” He said trying to pick up the pieces of the destroyed book, hoping to put them together.
Anne however wasn’t listening anymore. She was gathering, of what remained of their Uncle Solomon in the scarf she always kept around her shoulder, pushing the relic aside. With one last look of disgust at Sebastian, she dis-apparated on spot.
Sebastian sat motionless on the ground, holding the burnt pieces of the book and staring at the spot where his sister just now dis-apparated. “Oh Anne!” he mumbled with teary eyes as he sat disappointed on the ground, all hope lost.
MC realised long after Anne was gone that they needed to leave too. Very slowly she walked towards Sebastian, kneeled beside him, and rested her hands on his shoulder.
He looked up at her.
His eyes were reddened now. There was a grave look on his face that made her heart bled for him. MC wrapped her arms around him into a tight hug, letting him cry onto her chest, as if she could take away all his pain and sufferings from him like this. Sebastian responded instantaneously and his hand found their place on her back, holding her close to himself, afraid to let her go.
At this point, it was only MC he had left who knew what happened. He was sure Ominis would very well side with Anne and abandon him if he needed to. Her presence sort of helped him bring back to the reality.
“Let’s go.” She whispered to him after sometime. Without a second thought, they both got up. Sebastian discarded the pieces of the book he had held so long between his clenched fingers. He didn’t even look back at the relic anymore. He simply allowed himself to be led towards the exit by her. He wouldn’t have the strength to walk if it wasn’t for MC. She dragged him out of the catacombs, never letting go of his hand till they finally went out of the wretched cave and breathed the fresh air of night in Feldcroft once again.
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stabby-apologist · 1 year
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As a Slytherin, I advocate for all rule breaking and Dark Arts shenanigans that my bf has got planned for the two of us on a Tuesday evening at 4:00 PM
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titansnacks · 9 months
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No remorse found for a sacrifice; Sebastian Sallow felt little to no guilt over the idea of getting what he wants. Does he care about her? Yes. Enough to die in a dungeon and lose a chance at saving Anne? No.
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weirdraccoon · 9 months
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Tom *smuggling another snake into his room*
Ominis: Tom. I can hear it. I thought Sebastian told you to stop bringing snakes into the house?
Tom *pouting*: But mom has a zoo downstairs!
Ominis: She what?
MC: Nice one, Tom. Next time you tell me to fix your soul I won't do it for free.
Ominis: Fix his what!?
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heyitszev · 3 months
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amidst the irises i recieve redemption
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“What do you think is the most dangerous beast?”
“A chimera?” Sebastian asked, pulling his legs to his chest.
Charlie shook their head. “A cornered one,” they said.
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pairing: sebastian sallow/masc! nb! player character, crushing and pining hard (it's requited they're just teenagers) , sebastian sallow & masc! nb! player character
summary:
After spending a year away to have the Relic's curse removed from him, Sebastian Sallow returns for his seventh year of Hogwarts. Cursed, marked by tattoos from his time in Azkaban, he holds little hope that he can make a new life for himself after all he's done. His hands are cold as a corpse and stained with the blood of his uncle, that is, until Charlie needs his help when a thestral within their vivarium is about to give birth.
In opening up and discussing the past, Sebastian finds that redemption comes in all kinds, and that the same hands that took life can help bring life into the world.
warnings: a thestral is giving birth and both her and the foal are in brief distress. it ends happily and both foal and mama are fine in the end. discussion of murder, curses, ptsd nightmares, and ministry incompetence.
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heleneplays · 10 months
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inspired by the newest Barbie trailer (x)
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mauve-moon · 2 years
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Everyone’s ocs: summon their astrolabe gracefully, dramatically, in breathtaking ways
Wren:
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theodoradevlin · 10 months
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|Lady of Death & Shadows|
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SUMMARY: Sebastian Sallow x MC. Snippets filling in between the final Shadow Quest Line Events:
1. Shadow of the Relic POV
2. Battle Against Rookwood POV
3. Smut at the end, desperate and probably not appropriate for what they all just went through - but I feel no shame because I am a heathen. Fueled by Linkin Park and playing with a more detailed storyline than the game provided, with a few changes of course.
***SPOILER WARNING***
Theo was tired. So tired. 
Her mind was still swirling from everything from everything that could have possibly happened in just 24 hours. 
Solomon. The catacomb….Rookwood. 
She couldn’t comprehend the damage that had been done. She just knew one thing.
It was all a fucking mess. 
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Earlier that day: 
She had woken with a start this morning in the Room of Requirements, covered in sweat and shooting a litany of expletives having found herself unwittingly dropped off there. Mainly; 
“Sebastian Sallow you heedless, bastard.” 
But she had seen that ring. The small token that had been left by a ghost, screaming as a reminder of all the things that had still remained unspoken, and promises left in his wake. 
She knew what he had meant it as. A good bye. But she hadn’t accepted that. Wouldn’t accept it.
No, it simply wouldn’t do. 
It wouldn’t do later that day when she received the letter from Ominis begging her to meet him and Anne at the catacombs. 
It wouldn’t do as the three of them argued about what to do next, waisting precious time. Anne crying, and Ominis desperate to comofort her. His tortured glances over Anne’s head as he held her were directed at Theo. They spoke louder than words;  
“YOU were supposed to have stopped him from going this far.”
But she had known long ago, that wherever Sebastian was going to go, she would be just as heedless and follow. 
Because she would not accept a goodbye from him. 
She charged into the catacombs, burning a tunnel of flame that scorched the earth, littering the Inferi in it’s wake. She followed the trail of decaying bodies like breadcrumbs. 
Then there he was. Sebastian. Her fool. Surrounded by death itself.
Any traces of apologies were gone from him - eyes set in determination as he commanded the Inferi around him. 
He didn’t see her approach, nor hear the crunch of her boots on the bone staircase - because his focus was on the ex-auror who had just apparated with a look of death in his eyes.  Solomon. 
It all happened so quick - the first shot that was fired. She saw the look in Solomon’s eyes and she knew. There was no recognition of Sebastian as his nephew. There was no recognition of his desire to help his sister. 
There was simply the haunted past of an ex auror taking over, and determined to kill the threat in front of him. His wand made such decisive and cutting movements towards Sebastian’s direction - that she watched as the first cast almost caught him off guard. Sebastian who was never caught off guard, was slowly realizing that his Uncle cast to kill. 
Theo would not have that either. 
A cry ripped from her, her wand arm moving in a frenzied way she had never felt before. It was as if the ancient magic was crawling, taking over her, erupting and forcing her arm to move  in relentless cast after cast in Solomon’s direction to get him away from Sebastian, or to kill him - whatever came first.
The onslaught of her attack had Solomon reeling, Sebastian’s eyes met hers as he looked over his shoulder. He gave her a pained look as if he’d been hoping she wouldn’t have found him. They begged a question, 
Why?
Her eyes burned in answer.
I will always come. 
Together they parried shot after shot. 
Theo wouldn’t use her ancient magic. She wouldn’t waste it on him. She’d take her time… but Solomon, realizing his loosing battle, would not be so merciful with his tactics.
The lighting cast he summoned upon her hit her with such strength that it threw her body against the wall with such force, she heard bones crack. 
And so did Sebastian. 
His eyes widened in panic at the sound of it, and then darkened with malice as he turned back towards Solomon. 
Catching his eye, the man smiled darkly as he dealt a blow that would destroy Sebastian’s soul more than anything he could have done to his body.
With one decisive wand movement, Solomon engulfed the triptych, and anything Sebastian had that could have potentially saved Anne. It all went up in flames. 
Another way Solomon ensured Sebastian would never succeed. Because if he did, it would take away Solomon’s only shred of power he had left. He would rather they all suffer for the sake of it. 
And Sebastian had officially let him take the last act he ever would, putting those he loved in danger.
Theo felt it coming before she heard Sebastian utter the words, poising his wand arm towards the man in question. 
I WILL NOT LET HER SUFFER. AVADA KEDAVRA.
Too many had suffered at Solomon’s hands. And now they never would again. 
His body was cold before it even hit the floor. 
In the green flash, Theo could only watch as her mind reminded her that Death had followed her yet again.As if she summoned it wherever she went.
Her mind flashed to the night her parent’s died.
Then to the dragon attack.
And now - as if death had forced Sebastian’s own hands herself, Solomon’s lifeless body staring up at nothing.
The halls echoed at the sound of Sebastian’s heavy breathing, his wand dropping against the floor.
Then before any of them could process what had happened, there she was. 
Anne. 
Theo watched in pain for both of them…the way Anne’s face crumple as she looked at her brother like she suddenly had no sense of who he was…the twin she had been linked to since before she was born. The one person she had shared everything with was….now…now a stranger to her. She had lost the other half of her. 
And now so had he. 
The heat of her Confringo blast erupted in the room like nothing Theo had ever seen, destroying everything that had led them to this moment - the spell book, the inferi…the last shred of hope in Sebastian’s eyes as he watched her disintegrate it all. 
“ANNE - PLEASE NO- “
His pleas fell on deaf ears. When she finally looked back to him, her voice was cold and indifferent. 
“You’ve made your choice.” 
And then she was gone. 
Before the Wiggenweld had fully repaired what must have been a few broken ribs, Theo was struggling to right herself up. 
“Sebastian.” 
She called his name to him, repeated it to get him to come back to her. He didn’t. 
Her anguished words didn’t reach him. His breath hitched as he wordlessly ran from the cave. 
She forced her body to move after him, slowly beginning to move faster and faster as the pain faded and the Wiggenweld worked to repair what it could repair. 
He kept moving though, no matter the countless times she called his name. He ran until the ice of the winter air hit him, staring out into the abyss of the valley as he willed air into his lungs.
Finally reaching, Theo stood behind him. No matter what, she always would. 
For moment, the only sounds were their heaving breaths. 
“You didn’t mean it.” She whispered. She had killed so many times before this. Before him. She knew death’s face, having seen it all too often herself. 
Sebastian’s mouth slowly formed words.
“Didn’t I?” He swallowed as he recited his previous instruction to her in the Scriptorium. “‘The intention must be clear’.” 
She didn’t respond to this. Sebastian continued. 
“I’ve lost my parents. I’m going to loose Anne…this was the last hope I had.” He said, devoid of all emotion in the stark realization of it. 
“No. You forgot about me.”
Theo’s voice edged into his awareness. He winced.
“I thought we agreed we weren’t going to do that.” He breathed.
She steeled herself. 
“We agreed to do what it took to save Anne. This changes nothing. If anything, Solomon deserved it. I saw the way he was looking at you Sebastian. If you hadn’t killed him, he would have killed you.”
The anger fueled her, she stood in front of him, forcing him to meet her gaze.
There was no absolving what had happened, despite the truths she knew about Seb and Anne’s Uncle. 
There was only making sure it had all been worth it. 
“Listen to me. In the final Keeper’s trial, I …I learned about an ancient wand that can harness my powers…almost amplify it. Fig wanted me to use it to defend the ancient magic reserve in the school…but first maybe we can use it to help Anne. Maybe it’s strong enough to remove the curse, like Isadora removed the pain. Maybe I can…somehow manipulate her technique.” 
He considered her, barely daring to breathe. She pressed harder.
“Let me do it. Let me try. But I’m going to need to know every spell incase something goes wrong. Teach me the last curse. We do this together.”
Vaguely, Sebastian felt himself nod. He wasn’t sure if his body was even moving at it’s own volition at this point. He simply nodded, as he turned towards his lady of death to teach her how to finally command it herself. 
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There was blood all over her. Again. Her eyes were wide as her chest heaved, standing in the ruins of what had been Rookwood’s camp just moments ago. 
She looked at his lifeless body on the ground, her mind wheeling. Her mouth set in a deeper grimace, she hit him with another blast from her wand again just to make sure he was dead.
Our interests will NEVER be aligned. 
I always said…children should be seen and not heard. 
He had cursed Anne. It had been him all along. The moment those words fell from his lips, they fell like his own death sentence. And she would ensure that it would be by her hands. 
She would claim that retribution. For Anne. 
For Sebastian. So he could be spared from yet another murder on his hands. 
Instead, it was in her waiting ones now. 
She didn’t have time to think how it had taken her hardly any time at all to use all of the unforgivable curses Sebastian had taught her. And he had taught her well.
She had to get back to him. He had to know the truth. 
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As her broom sped towards the castle, a chill deeper than the winter cold settled on her skin, raising goosebumps on the back of her neck. Darkness enveloped the night, turning it an impossible shade of black. 
Her breath caught, as she neared the permitter of the grounds realizing what it was that brought the sudden drop in temperature. 
Dementors. 
The specters descended on her instantly, at the same time her wand was drawn, she shouted in desperation. 
“EXPECTO PATRONUM” 
The darkness of the sky was ignited by the bright wings of the falcon that spread further and further at her back, shielding her from their approach. But she didn’t look back. She sped further. The dementors being here could only mean one thing…the ministry had heard an ex-auror had been taken out somehow. 
She didn’t know if the meant anyone knew about Sebastian being the one at fault…but she needed to find out. 
Please okay, please be okay. 
Her eyes set upon the room of requirement as she found a landing near the astronomy tower and sprinted towards the hall in question, erupting through it’s hidden doors. 
“SEBASTIAN” 
Her voice was strangled, panicked. 
Then there he was. 
His eyes met hers as he emerged from the vivarium, looking at the state she was in, the blood that covered her - the fear in both their eyes. 
But he was alright. 
She cried out, “Thank Merlin.” 
She sprinted and crashed into him, ramming him against the wall as she held on, and he held tighter, against all odds. 
“Fuck.” Her words loosed out of her, their broken breaths mingling together.
“I’m here Theo. I’m okay. You’re okay? We’re okay.” His fingers stumbled into her hair, grabbing her against him as he chest heaved. The words that shook in fear against her hair line, half in promise to her and half to himself. Her…her hair was laced with ice….
“Theo - gods your cold as ice…what happened?” He immediately began to rub his hands alongside her in feeble attempts to warm her, to take his body heat.
She fell to her knees, shaking as he caught her, going down with her and refusing to put her down. She crumbled against him. 
“I thought they fucking got you - you idiot. I …” He pulled back to brush her hair aside.
“Sh..shh. Theo slow down. What do you mean? Who? Who got me?”
She stuttered “The dementors - Rookwood- I..” 
His eyes widened. 
“Rookwood?” His eyes darted to the blood on her clothes. “Theo did he - gods the blood is it-?”
“Not mine.” She confirmed. “It’s his.  I killed him. I killed all of them.”
His eyes widened as his brows knitted together in pain. He squeezed them shut in regret. He had given her the final unforgivable. He was taking her down with him. 
“Gods…Theo. I …I didn’t want this for you- “
“It’s what I wanted Sebastian. My intention was as fucking clear as it could be when I took his life. He …it was him. He cursed Anne.” 
Sebastian froze again. 
“He…Theo. What?”
“He told me…children should be seen and not heard. I wasn’t going to let him live.” 
Sebastian cursed as he gasped out, pulling her to him again with more force, visibly shaking now. 
“I…I don’t know what to say. I’m glad you killed him. I can’t believe it was -“ He pulled back, and caught her face pulling her towards him, kissing her with such reverence, his eyes lined with grief and awe as he looked at her again.
“You did it. You took him out. You’re fucking magnificent Theodora.” 
Vaguely in her head, she noted that it was yet another death that made the look of love shine brighter in his eyes now. 
But he was safe. And that was all that mattered. It reminded her.
She held up her hand weakly. “Ever since this morning I thought you meant this as a goodbye.” The words rushed out of her, the fear in the question she was asking him. 
His eyes softened in their worry, as he thumbed the black ring on her hand. “…I didn’t know if it would be. I didn’t want to leave you without…some part of me to take with you always, even when I can’t be there to look out for you.” He answered truthfully. 
Her breath hitched again at the thought of it. To have lost one more person today. Her body couldn’t handle it. 
“You’re a fool.” 
At the same time he breathed out
“I love you.” 
The two most interchangeable of their words, yet now he wouldn’t do that. He couldn’t. He needed them said out loud to her. She froze as she looked up at his haunted eyes. 
“I love you. And I need you to hear it. Because earlier today, I thought I’d never get to say it to you myself again.” 
All of the things she had seen this year caught up to her, crashing down upon her in one fell swoop. 
“You’ll say it to me as long as we live, if I have any say about it Sallow.” 
Her words choked suddenly in her throat as they held each other, frantic breaths and eyes searching as he held her in his lap, thankful the wall was behind him to hold him steady. His murderous, and relentless charge burning in front of him with those words she promised him. What they could mean for them. 
“I’ll fight for that future, Theo. I’ll fight for it whatever lay ahead.” 
Then she whimpered weakly as his mouth crushed against hers hungrily. 
Death had lingered too closely to them lately. She didn’t want it. She wanted to feel so alive she was consumed by it. By him. 
Her hands shook as they grabbed into the folds of his shirt, tearing it up above his head as he lifted his arms in earnest at her movements. His own hands, once released, ripped at her blouse - the thing already half torn was in complete tatters as he chucked it across the floor. His hands instantly all over her skin, one snaking around her lower waist and the other continuing as the rest of her clothing came off. 
For leverage, he had to turn her against the floor, she sighed as the coolness of the stone floor kissed her scarred back. 
There was barely time to pause at the change in position before her own hands shimmied down the trousers. He moved to accommodate her, but she tugged him back earnestly needing the weight of him between her hips. 
Kisses planted everywhere, each one a reminder to her that he was so thankful for what she had done, that she was reverent to him, and always would be.
“Merlin - Devlin …I’ll never stop worshiping you.” 
She gasped out, taking his lower lip in her teeth as a hiss snaked from his own mouth, eyes rolling back in his head. Her own hands fisted in his curls, holding onto him like she’d never let him go. They both pulled back for air, her gray eyes piercing him.
“No goodbyes. Not to this. Not to us.” She demanded. “Promise that to me. I’ll wear your ring. But not for that. Promise me Sallow - no goodbyes.” 
He nodded against her forehead, smoothing the hair from her face. “No goodbyes.” He promised, breathy and full of need. 
Suddenly, she arched her hips into him, just as he met her demand with his own, needing the space between them to be fucking nonexistent. The tip of his head inched her open bit by bit, she threw her head back with a strangled sigh. 
There was going to be no gentleness here. She knew and he knew. It wasn’t what they needed now. What they needed was to burn from the ground up. 
Instantly, his movements were desperate. The force of his thrust inched her across the stone floor, so he wrapped a hand on her lower back to still her, bracing another at her head, their broken breaths mingling as they took what they needed. 
Her legs wrapped around him as he pummeled into her very core, she could feel her slickness entirely out of control as it enveloped his movements inside of her, and began to cause a mess between their legs. She didn’t care. It was all for him. It always had been. 
“Fuck - Seb - I’m so-“ 
“You’re so perfect. That’s what you are Devlin.” He ground out against her mouth, taking it in all consuming kisses.
He ground his hips deeper and deeper as he breathed more words into her mouth, “You are perfect. You are salvation. You are death. You are fucking life. You are everything. You’re all of it.” 
She cried out, her nails adding more scars down his freckled back, tears swimming in the corners of her vision as he sent her body into overdrive, his cock throbbing inside of her, his reverent exclamations on her lips. She didn’t know how much longer she could handle it. She felt herself clenching. 
“Seb - I-“
“I’ve got you. Go ahead, love. I’ve got you..’ He continued to hold her as he rocked her through her orgasm, as she shuddered over and over against him. 
The look of her coming apart under him had his body reeling, all limit gone. He sputtered into her, hands buried into her hips as he rolled and took his release, gasping out and collapsing against her. 
It had been hurried. It had been frantic. It had been a reminder that they were both, indeed, still alive. 
He took her in his arms, as they trembled. Neither of them knowing what would come for them. But it didn’t matter. She was his lady of destruction and salvation. He meant what he’d said.
Whatever future waited for them, he’d fight like hell for it. 
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alistairlowes · 2 years
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"Where Ari is angst and self-doubt, Dante [...] is all sweetness and light — a veritable manic pixie dream boy, down to his cutesy habit of going barefoot whenever possible."
did they just fucking call him a manic pixie dream boy i'm hollering........
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