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festivalsofmargot · 1 year

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Hi!! I love your imagines so much!! And I had a request if possible! Maybe f!reader and Sebastian sneak into the prefect bathroom for a bath together after a long day or something and one thing leaders to another..

My Sleep Remedy

{Sebastian Sallow x Fem!Reader}

AGED UP CHARACTERS, 18+ SCENARIOS (Characters are nearing the end of their 7th year and are 18+)

Word Count: ~ 5,100 words

Warnings: 18+ smut, (first time having sex, fingering, handjob, oral)

Author’s Note: Just want to say right away that I’m not a lore master on Harry Potter, I’ve only read the first book, seen the movies, and obsessed over Hogwarts Legacy. I think you need a password to get into the prefects’ bathroom but I’m going by HL rules where you can just walk in lmfaooo. Thank you for the request, anon!!! I got really into this one and had so much fun writing it. Hopefully you guys have as much fun reading it ❤ Now kick back and turn off your brain. I cleared your schedule for you, enjoy 🥰

Songs (if interested):

Spiracle - Flower Face

snowfall (Slowed + Reverb) - Øneheart, reidenshi

You’d think, after everything you had to do to catch up having come in late as a 7th year, you’d be out as soon as your head hit the pillow. Yet sleep still found a way to evade you. After tossing and turning with no signs of your eyelids growing heavier, you decided to sneak out of your dorm and wander the halls of Hogwarts once again. Maybe you could stumble upon some demiguise statues for Mr. Moon.

With the disillusionment spell coating you, you walked the halls easily, taking in all the paintings and statues. It was a shame you only had one year here, there was no way you could see the entirety of the castle in such a short time. Turning a corner, you rammed into a solid, invisible object.

The feel of hands steadied you as your rubbed at your nose. The disillusionment spell wore off for both you and Sebastian Sallow.

“Sebastian.” You said in pleasant surprise, smiling up at him. “What are you doing up?”

“Had trouble sleeping. Decided to follow your lead and go on one of these -” He waved his hand dismissively in the air, “night walks you rave so much about.” He chuckled, keeping his voice low. Of everyone he could have had insomnia with, he was happy it was you.

“Same here. Decided I might as well look for more of those demiguise statues. No idea why they bother Mr. Moon so much, I think they’re pretty adorable. Care to join me? Or did you want to be alone?”

He appreciated you asking, especially in such a way that he felt he could say ‘no’ if he needed. But he didn’t need to, or want to. “Count me in.” He smiled. “I think I spotted one in the prefects’ bathroom.”

You quirked a brow at him. “What were you doing in there?”

“Bathing, what else?”

“One of the prefects invited you to join them, did they?” You teased and he rolled his eyes, playfully shoving your shoulder.

“It’s my last year, so I figured ‘why not’? Wanted to try it at least once. And if I was caught, I’m sure people would have been happy I've moved on from the restricted section. Now come on.”

“Lead the way.”

You and Sebastian arrived at the prefects’ bathroom, cloaked in the disillusionment spell. “If I remember right, I think I saw it just over...” His eyes scanned the bathroom.

“Ah, there it is.” You strode up to it, your disillusionment spell fading. You picked it up and twirled it in your hand as you returned to Sebastian’s side. “One more down, Merlin knows how many to go.” You sighed.

He let his disillusionment fade as well, taking the moon from your hand to look it over himself. Really, he just needed a temporary distraction, every now and then he would get this terrible urge to kiss you. You never had to do anything special for the thought to pop into his head, all he could do was suffer in silence until the ache went away.

He handed the moon back to you and looked out to the bathroom. “You know, why don’t you give this bath a go? It could help you fall asleep, now that you got one less moon to worry about.”

He could see you thinking on it, clearly tempted.

“Come on, you came in late as a 7th year and you’ve been working yourself to the bone. I say you’ve earned it. It’s your only year at Hogwarts and we’re almost finished anyway. Go for it.”

“You’re such a bad influence.” You smirked at him, then scanned your eyes over the room. “This place is beautiful though, especially at night.” You thought aloud. “But what about you? If it helps you sleep, you should use it. I can come back for it another night when you’re feeling better.”

Sebastian was tempted too, this place had relaxed him in the way he needed most. It was pure tranquility. After everything that had happened that year, having that little bit of peace this place offered helped greatly. But he shook his head, “All yours tonight.”

You eyed him sadly as he looked down at his feet, shoving his hands in his pockets. You’d much rather he took it. You didn’t want to part ways with him quite yet either, but maybe this was his way of saying he needed to be alone at the moment. “Alright... thank you, Sebastian. Wait, how often do the prefects come to check on this place?”

“If they hear water running, they’re not coming in here.” He reassured you. “Even if they did suspect you weren’t someone who was allowed in here, they’d at least wait until you were clothed to rat you out.”

“Makes sense.” You exhaled, looking upon the immaculate bath the size of a pond. The thought of sitting in this beautiful, moonlit room enveloped in warm water was more enticing by the second.

Sebastian could see your dreamy stare and decided it was time for him to go. “I’ll leave you to it then.” He shot you a grin as he turned to make his way out.

“Seb.” You called softly, speaking before thinking.

“Hmm?” He turned to face you easily.

“I um...” You didn’t want him to leave. Though you spent most of your days stuck together like glue, you wanted even more of him to yourself. You only had a few more weeks at Hogwarts, and then who knew where the two of you would be?

He felt as if his heart skipped a beat when he saw the look on your face, he had never seen it on you before. It wasn’t happy, it wasn’t sad. It was hopeful... and aching. He didn’t know what to make of it as he waited for you to continue. He could see your chest rising and falling, your breathing seeming to get heavier. The sight made the wait for you to speak feel like it took ages.

You cleared your throat, mustering up the courage for your next words. “Please stay.”

His insides constricted in the most volatile way. You couldn’t possibly mean you wanted to bathe together, could you? Maybe you just thought you two could put your feet in the water? Surely no nakedness involved. Oh wonderful, he was thinking of you naked even though you were only a few feet away from him. He swallowed thickly. What do I say? What do I say?

‘Yes’ seemed like the best answer. On one hand, it could be innocent and there was no need for his mind to have taken him to such a risqué place. On the other, if you did want to bathe with him, he’d be the world’s biggest blockhead if he said ‘no’.

He had fallen hard and fast for you his final year at Hogwarts. He wished, more than anything, you came in as a 1st year so you two could have made more memories together. But only one year with you was the hand he was dealt. So he’d take every second he could, no amount of time would have felt like it was enough anyhow.

After everything you had done for him, picking him back up after what happened with Anne and Solomon, keeping his friendship with Ominis in tact, and sticking by his side even though you’ve seen the worst sides of him, how could you possibly want someone like me? You were far, far too good for him.

Who was he fooling? There was no way he would have ever said ‘no’ to you.

“I'll stay.” He answered as he took a step towards you, but that was all he’d let himself do. You needed to make the next move, so he could know what you wanted from him that night. He’d give you everything and more, all you needed to do was ask.

It was hard to keep calm when the flutter in your chest felt so overwhelming. Becoming jumpy, you brought your fingers up to unclasp your robes.

His eyes went dark. Merlin’s sake, he needed to get it together. He had seen you take off your robes countless times before. And for all he knew, you’d only be taking off your shoes and tights as well.

You glanced up at him when you slipped your robes off, then went to put them at the front of the room near the large stack of towels.

Sebastian watched your hips as you passed him. Easy now, still don’t know how far you want to go with this. He darted his gaze away and shrugged off his own robes. After tossing it aside, he went to turn on the faucets to fill up the giant tub. He desperately needed to busy himself to calm his nerves.

He peeked over at you and watched, mesmerized, as you kicked off your shoes and pulled down your tights from under you skirt, slowly revealing the skin of your legs in the most tantalizing way. His breathing started to come out shallow, his lips parting slightly.

You were either stopping there or you were going to keep going. This was the point where he’d know what you wanted. And if that was how he handled himself getting a look at your legs? He probably wouldn’t be coherent if you took it further.

Tucking your tights and shoes away, you looked back at him over your shoulder. He shot his gaze away and tried to look busy with the faucets. He knew he must have had a dumb, slack-jawed look on his face.

In your head, you were even more of a wreck. You had taken off everything that could be viewed as innocent. You could stop there and spend a relaxing night speaking with Sebastian, or you could try to take him how you’ve always wanted him ever since he smirked at you in your first Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

You knew he’d be a gentleman about all of this, so you’d have to make the first move in the direction you wanted to take it. The look on his face when he saw you had taken off your shoes and tights was encouraging. You glanced at him again but his focus was fully back on the faucets, not as encouraging.

You took a steadying breath, thankful the sound of the rushing water would drown it out. You mustered up every ounce of courage you had, locked the door, and turned your body so that you were facing him. This could be your only chance, it was now or never. Looking down at your shirt, you reached up and slowly began unbuttoning it. Once you got down to the button that opened your shirt enough to reveal the top of your bodice, you peeked up at him to check if he was looking.

And oh he was looking, the way he seemed to be watching you with undivided attention had the spark of a fire ignite in your core. You undid a few more buttons until you gradually stilled under the weight of his gaze, temporarily hypnotized by the way he was looking at you.

“Keep going.” He said, hypnotized himself. He could feel the blood draining from his head to go south, leaving it empty with nothing but thoughts of what more you could show him. He wanted all of you displayed before him, all to himself.

Your heartrate sped up, you hadn’t known what words you wanted to hear from him, but those were certainly an electrifying choice. You picked up where you left off and delighted in the way he kept his eyes on you. You got to the last of your buttons and slipped off your shirt, revealing your bodice and the skin of your shoulders.

He stood up straighter and faced you fully as he watched your shirt fall to the floor. Your skirt was less of a slow burn and more of a shock to his senses when it only took one undone button for it to fall as well.

He clenched his jaw and exhaled through his nose like he was being tortured. It wasn’t fair, the effect you had on him. He could see out of the corner of his eye that the tub still had a ways to go filling with water, so he hoped you would help him pass the time by continuing to do what you were doing.

You kept your eyes on him, nervous, excited, and aching to show him what was under your bodice. You began undoing the buttons of your final layer. His eyes fell down to your chest, and you could see his adam's apple bob in his throat. The heat you felt in your abdomen went lower, you felt it throb in the most delicious way. That throb only swelled when you glanced down at Sebastian’s pants, his erection pressing hard against the fabric. The thought of having caused it sent a thrill through you.

When you slipped off your bodice and revealed your breasts, he made his way towards you, not allowing this space between you anymore. Keeping your eyes on him as he approached, you swiftly pulled down your underskirts. His face turned pained seeing you fully naked before him, your most sensitive area exposed to him.

He stood before you, eyes darting all over you, not sure where they wanted to feast upon more. You didn’t mind that you were naked and Sebastian wasn’t. Those hungry looks of his had been more than enough to send you over the edge.

As you witnessed his eyes ardently roaming over you, you reached up and began undoing his tie, the rise and fall of his chest speeding up. You slid his tie off and went for his buttons, undoing them one by one.

It was such an intoxicating contradiction to witness, watching you take control in such a tender way. He narrowed his eyes at you as you slipped his shirt off, fingers brushing along his skin as you did so. You met his gaze and sensed he was wordlessly begging you to release his hard length from his pants.

Your lashes curtained your eyes as you looked down to undo his belt. He dared to touch you then, his fingers grazed your hips and he dragged them lightly up the sides of your torso. He held back, because the way he wanted to grab you, he was sure he’d leave bruises. You were so soft, almost like you were the most delicate thing he had ever touched, even though he knew full well you were far from it.

You undid his pants and looked back up at him. You were still for a moment and he wondered what was going through your head. Keeping your eyes on him, you gingerly grabbed at his length. You watched with delight as he hissed a breath through his teeth and shot his gaze down to your hand on him. You stroked your thumb across his tip and he almost collapsed.

He panicked when you released him and began walking away. He watched in stunned silence as you walked down the steps into the water and then dove in. You resurfaced and swam towards the faucets, turning them all off. His pants were hanging loose on his waist, his hard length teasing out of it.

“Are you coming in?” You asked without looking at him, continuing to turn off the remaining faucets, your nipples peeking out of the water every time you reached up.

His body finally kicked in to gear. He nearly fell over as he hopped on one foot to yank off one shoe, then switched sides, just as unsteady while taking off the other. His hands were shaky and quick pulling off his socks, he threw them to the side, not caring if he ever saw them again. Once he shoved down his pants, he joined you in the water, not nearly as graceful as you and causing much more splashing.

You giggled as you swam to meet him, pulling his face into a kiss. He treaded the water as you held him close to you, relishing the feel of your mouth on his, your breasts pressing against him. The water was slick on your skin, he was half tempted to swim back and just watch you exist, naked and dripping wet. But he didn’t want to leave this position, not yet.

Your hands slid down and rested on his freckled shoulders, reveling at his hard muscles there. He pulled back from the kiss slightly, wanting to look at your face. He cupped your jaw with one hand and dragged his thumb along your skin, watching the water droplets run down. He couldn’t believe this was happening, he had been in love with you for so long, and he had you with him like this. And in the prefects’ bathroom to top it off? If this was a dream, he’d absolutely die if he woke up.

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he looked over your features, and you couldn’t help but smile back. Every look he gave you tonight had you melting.

“I want you to touch me.” You told him.

He was sure he was dreaming then, but he’d do everything in his power to not wake up. “I’m so glad.”

He grabbed your hand under the water and pulled you along as he swam towards the tub’s edge. He rested a hand on it to keep himself afloat. “Hold onto me.” He said. You complied, placing your hands back on his shoulders. His free hand remained under water, moving to your inner thigh, his fingers dragged up to your folds. He eyed you for your reaction, you nodded your head. The two of you looked down into the water at his hand, he ran his first finger through you, taking in the feel of it all. You dug your nails into his skin, it kept his member rock hard.

He had read books on sex before, but the boring ones. The ones with lifeless illustrations, education being the main purpose. He wasn’t completely ignorant of what was between your thighs, but he couldn’t truly know until he encountered it himself.

“Right there. Move your fingers on that spot.” Your whispered feedback had his insides reeling, and he threw out his plan to take his time feeling you.

“How should I - what do I -” He was eager to please but he'd be lying if he said he knew how.

You put a hand over his and guided him towards the top of your slit. You moved his fingers in short, up and down, rubbing motions at a quick pace. You already knew how to get yourself off from alone time in the showers, and you were earnest to have him take your place. His rough, warm fingers would feel so much better.

“Like that.” You panted. “Keep touching me like that.”

He furrowed his brows and bit his lip in concentration, all his focus going to his fingers, he was going to get this right if it killed him.

You held onto him for support as he moved against you, your peak was approaching much faster with his fingers instead of yours. His eyes darted up and down, going up to your face and then back down to your need.

You brought your hands up to his head and fisted his hair, he pressed his forehead against yours, keeping up his motions. You held him to you as your climax got closer and closer, wrapping one leg around his waist underneath the water. He was especially thankful being in the water then, it helped make the two of you more weightless. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold this strong other wise.

“I’m gonna - I’m -” He slammed his mouth onto yours to keep you quiet as he finished you off. Your muffled moan against his lips and your body spasming against his hand had him ravenous.

You pulled back from him to catch your breath, and you let your head fall against his shoulder. He held you close to him and rested his cheek against the top of your head. He wanted to make you feel that good all the time, wanted to be the only one who ever did.

You drifted back and put your hands on his chest. “Sit down.” You commanded, your breath still a bit uneven. You pushed him back gently through the water, towards the steps.

“Alright.” He responded, compliant and enamored. He kept his eyes on you as he swam backwards and sat, not wanting to miss a second of you.

He took a steadying breath as you settled your knees on either side of his legs, straddling him. He exhaled sharply when you gripped his length under the water, “Now tell me how to touch you.”

His brain couldn’t process your question. He was eye level with your chest and stared ahead with half-lidded eyes, the water droplets running down you were madness inducing. He couldn’t stop himself from cupping some water into his hand and smearing it across your chest to make you glisten even more in wetness.

“Seb.” You whimpered, gripping him tighter.

His glazed eyes looked up to yours. He was delirious, there was so much of you to look at and you were touching him in a place no one else had. Getting his hand to act since his mouth couldn’t, he followed your lead and guided you on what to do.

You wrapped your fingers around him and stroked up and down in the way he silently instructed. He leaned his elbows back on the steps and watched you, bewitched, as you fixated on his pleasure.

You propped one hand against his chest as your other worked up and down his shaft. “A bit faster.” He groaned. “That’s...” His eyes rolled into the back of his head. “Ah that’s it.” The sound of water sloshing along with your breathing echoed throughout the prefects’ bathroom, and he was nearing his peak faster than he wanted. Quickly, he leaned forward and removed your hand from him.

“What’s wrong?” You asked in a slight panic, he grabbed your face and pulled you into a kiss to put you at ease.

“Nothing.” He reassured once he pulled back. He looked up at you with longing, tortured eyes and stroked your cheek. “Can I be inside you?”

Your insides set ablaze and you nodded your head. He swallowed thickly as you adjusted on top of him, positioning yourself over his length. His hands moved to your hips and he gripped tightly, looking down into the water at you two about to join.

He did everything he could to inwardly steady himself. “Right...” He breathed. “Now... When I’m about to finish, you need to uh...” Focus! He shot a hand through his wet hair quickly then placed it back on your hip. “You need to withdraw from me, alright?”

You nodded your head, just as frantic at the anticipation as he was. “I will.”

Ignoring your jittery nerves, you took him in your hand to guide his tip to your entrance. Slowly, you sunk yourself onto him, taking your time as you felt him stretch you out to fit deeper. You felt his body stiffen under you. With a throaty groan, he wrapped his arms around you and rested his forehead against your chest. You brought your hands up to the back of his head and held him close as you both breathed through it.

He wanted to be stuck in this position forever. The feel of your heat slowly enveloping him was unreal. You whimpered as you took more of him into you. He kissed the spot between your breasts, “Go slow. Go slow.” He whispered against your skin. The words were meant for him just as much as they were you.

His eyes squeezed shut briefly when you had him fully in you.

“I - I think I’m alright now.” You said, and could feel him nod against your chest.

You swallowed the dryness in your throat, and leaned back a bit to look down into the water. Catching your curious gaze at what it looked like being joined together was one of the most arousing things he had ever witnessed.

You thought back to how he wanted your hand to move on him, so you gripped his shoulders and moved your heat up and down his length.

His hands moved down from your hips to your bottom, groping roughly. He leaned back enough so he could watch you bounce on him, quicker and quicker as you became more accustomed to the feel of him inside you.

He was becoming unhinged at it all. The feel of your heat gliding along him, the movement of your dripping wet breasts, your nails digging into his shoulders, and the sound of your panting breaths mixed with his. His climax was coming fast.

“Ah I’m about to - Please don’t stop.” He could hardly speak, and his vision was getting blurry. He leaned forward to bite at your skin, he didn’t care where, anywhere. You arched your back at the feel of his teeth, and you knew he was nearing the edge. You withdrew yourself from him just enough to take him in your hand and he kept his hands on your ass. You stroked him fast to finish him off, but an urge to take him in your mouth took over. You broke away from his grasp and submerged your face under the water, wrapping your mouth around him.

“W - Wait,” He breathed heavily, “What are you - o - oh...” His words melted into grunts as his head fell back and he spilled into your mouth.

When you felt he was done, you swallowed him and went back up for air. Wiping the water from your face, you saw his eyes were wide at you and he was trying to catch his breath. It was the most exhilarating sight.

He didn’t know what possessed you to put your mouth on him, but he needed to figure it out so he could ensure it possessed you next time too.

A dreamy sigh left your lips and you laid back into the water, floating contently as you looked up at the ceiling. He leaned back on his elbows and watched you, his legs too wobbly to move anywhere. It was quite the way to bring seven years at Hogwarts to a close.

“You know I’m in love with you, right?” Despite the lighthearted wording, there was gravity in his delivery.

You went up straight in the water to look at him. Hiding your dopey smile, you submerged yourself until it was just your eyes peeking out at him.

Getting bashful himself, he leaned forward on his knees and rubbed at his face. “Yeah, you know.” He laughed breathily. He was all too proud seeing how flushed your cheeks were and knowing he was the cause.

You swam back to him until you were standing on the steps below him. Placing your hands on his knees, you leaned forward and kissed him. You pulled back, getting a good look at all of his freckles. “I thought it was obvious I'm in love with you too.”

He pulled you back onto his lap. Gripping your thighs, he claimed your mouth with a deeper kiss. You were both tired now. He just needed this last taste of you, this last feel of your wet skin on his before you separated.

He tore himself from you and looked into your sleepy eyes with his. “Bed?”

“Afraid so.” You sighed, getting up off his lap.

You grabbed his hand, pulling him with you out of the tub. Towels were aplenty in the prefect bathroom, and he grabbed one for you and him. As the two of you dried off, the exhaustion really kicked in. You gave each other sleepy smiles as you caught the other’s eye, trying to sneak glances as you put your uniforms back on.

He finished dressing before you did and went to help you with your last few buttons. “Stay with me in Feldcroft this summer. It’d mean the world to me if you did.”

You met his half-lidded eyes with yours, a lazy smile on your lips. “Of course, I will.”

He gave you one more lax kiss, then went to unlock the door. You picked up the demiguise moon and he opened the door for you.

“What in Merlin’s name?!” A younger prefect’s unwelcome voice knocked you two out of your magical haze.

Sebastian rolled his eyes and pushed you defensively behind him, keeping you hidden.

“Were you two in the prefects' bathroom? At the same time?! Don’t tell me you… in our bathroom!”

“I think you’re mistaken, we were just retrieving a demiguise statue for Mr. Moon, that’s all.” Sebastian grabbed the moon from your hand and walked up to the prefect, their height difference becoming very apparent when he came toe to toe and looked down his nose at him.

“B - But your hair’s wet! Both of you -”

“I’ll say it once more since it doesn’t seem like you heard me. You’re mistaken.” Sebastian repeated. “And if I hear any rumors about what you think happened, I’ll know who started them, won’t I? I only have a few weeks left here at Hogwarts, let’s see to it they go by smoothly, yeah?”

“F - Fine. Just get back to Mr. Moon straightaway and go to your dorms.”

He gave the prefect a couple solid pats on the cheek. “Attaboy.”

Grumbling, the prefect turned on his heel and left.

Sebastian returned to your side, wrapping an arm around your waist and practically carrying you out of the faculty tower. “Were you trying to protect my honor back there?” You teased and could see he was biting back a cocky grin.

“I was. I could go back and scare him some more since you seem so pleased about it.”

He cackled when you smacked his arm. Sleepless nights weren’t so bad anymore.

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shadowtriovibes · 1 year

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as our lives change, come whatever

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

Word Count: 2.4k

Rating: E

Warnings: 18+, aged-up characters, teen drinking (though probably legal in the UK idk), explicit sexual content, unprotected PIV sex

Summary: The night you graduate from Hogwarts, you indulge in a bit too much Firewhiskey and have to sleep it off upstairs at the Three Broomsticks.

“Come on, Sirona, please,” Sebastian whines, leaning on the worn edge of the bar as he tries to charm Sirona into giving him the key to the private room upstairs. “Just so we can rest for a while.” “Sebastian,” the weary proprietor sighs. “Unlike you, I may not have graduated today, but I wasn’t born yesterday." “What are you implying, Miss Ryan?” the now former Hogwarts student asks with a teasing grin. “I would never try to get up to anything untoward in your pub, I swear.”

“Sebastian,” the weary proprietor sighs. “Unlike you, I may not have graduated today, but I wasn’t born yesterday.”

“What are you implying, Miss Ryan?” the now former Hogwarts student asks with a teasing grin. “I would never try to get up to anything untoward in your pub, I swear.”

She scoffs, rolling her eyes at the young man while she dries an empty Butterbeer mug.

“Just look at the state of her,” Sebastian offers, glancing sidelong at his group of friends crowded around a far table. “I just need somewhere she can rest, I promise it’s all above board.”

Currently, you’re slumped haphazardly between Ominis and Natty, your head resting on the drowsy Slytherin man’s shoulder as you slur something about your formal robes cutting off the circulation in your wrists. Natty laces her fingers with yours and tugs your hand into her lap, clumsily ripping open the cuffs while you laugh, delighted.

“Seems she can take on a fully-grown mountain troll on her own, but she can’t handle her Firewhiskey,” Sirona deduces.

“I can’t Apparate her home like this, Merlin knows where she’d end up if we tried to Floo, and she’d fall right off her broom somewhere over Irondale if we even got that far,” he says, trying to reason with her. “Just until sunrise, and then I’ll take her home.”

Just then you hiccup and startle Natty and yourself into another round of giggles, and Sirona shakes her head good-naturedly.

“Merlin’s beard,” she sighs. “Fine, Sallow, you can have the key for one night. But when I come back to open up in the morning, I want to see no trace I ever caved to you.”

Sebastian quickly takes the key offered to him before she can change her mind. “This is why you’re one of the good ones, Sirona.”

Just a few hours ago, you and your friends had officially graduated and become mature witches and wizards in the eyes of the Ministry. While it isn’t the first time you’ve ever tried the spicy sweetness of Firewhiskey, it is the first time you’ve been able to purchase a bottle at the Three Broomsticks.

(It’s a lot more convenient than having sweet Poppy distract the disgruntled barman at the Hog’s Head in order to pilfer a bottle in exchange for a handful of galleons left behind the bar).

So, perhaps you’d all had a bit too much while celebrating your newfound freedom, and now that the end of the night drew near, only Sebastian had retained enough of his sense to see everyone off.

“Natty,” he asks, sliding back into the booth. “You’re off to Hogwarts for the night, then?”

“It seems I cannot escape,” she laughs. “I will stay with my mother in her quarters until I find a flat in London.”

“Our newest Auror!” you exclaim, tugging Natty’s arm to your chest.

“And you, Ominis?” Sebastian continues.

“Not with my mother, that’s for sure,” he demurs. “Off to Feldcroft for the night, I think.”

“With Aaaaaaann,” you coo, and Sebastian politely – generously, in fact – ignores how Ominis’ cheeks go red.

“Right then,” he grumbles. “Obviously this one is in no state to travel, so Sirona’s agreed to let us stay upstairs for the night.”

“Upstairs?” you breathe, reaching across Natty to take Sebastian’s hand. “The private room?”

“Be good,” he says firmly. “You’re just going to sleep.”

“Fat chance,” Ominis mumbles into his mug.

“Shouldn’t you be going?” Sebastian asks pointedly, throwing some extra galleons onto the table for the young wizard who’d been bringing them rounds of drinks. “It’s quite late, and I believe Ann was expecting you at ten.”

“...What time is it?” Ominis asks, sounding slightly panicked – the Sallow siblings aren’t exactly known for their patience.

“After ten,” Natty laughs.

Just like that, Ominis curses under his breath and Disapparates right from his seat.

“Need a hand getting her upstairs?” Natty offers, but Sebastian quickly waves her off, insisting she Floo home and get some rest herself. As soon as she disappears in a quick burst of green flames from the fireplace at the end of the pub, Sebastian hauls you out of the booth and starts to walk you upstairs.

“S’not even that late,” you whine. “We graduated today Seb, s’a big deal!”

“I know, love,” he replies fondly. “But I think it’s time for you to call it a night.”

You’re quite the handful to get upstairs, occasionally tripping on the pub’s ancient wooden stairs – not to mention protesting the entire time.

Once Sebastian manages to get you into the private room, he quickly locks the door and enchants the small loveseat along the far wall into a modest-sized bed for the night.

“Sit,” he insists, wrangling you toward the bed and kneeling in front of you. “Boots off.”

He barely gets one of your shoes free before you drape your leg over his shoulder with a sly grin, trying to pull him in closer.

“Not a chance, dearest,” he drawls. “You’ve had so much Firewhiskey tonight I could light a match off of your breath.”

“But it’s graduation night,” you protest. “S’the most important night of our lives!”

“I’m not sure I agree,” he counters as he tugs off your other boot, thinking of a much more special night he’d like to have with you a few more years down the line, when you’re both ready. Once you’ve established yourselves, he thinks.

(Once he’s earned it, his inner voice tells him.)

“But I want you,” you whine, trying one last time to coax him into trouble.

And Sebastian will admit, he’s far from a perfect man. It’s certainly tempting.

But he manages to make himself focus on helping you out of your cloak and robes, and thank Merlin that wrestling you free of your corset takes long enough that your eyelids start to droop. He nudges you onto your side while he strips off his own cloak and dress shirt, eventually joining you to wrap his arm around your waist and tug you back against his chest like he’s done nearly every night for the past year.

“Sleep, you little minx,” he groans tiredly, his nose buried in your hair.

—

In the morning, Sebastian wakes up to your hand down the front of his trousers.

It might not even be morning yet, he thinks blearily. It’s still somewhat dark in the small private room, its sparse furnishings barely visible in the weak light from the two windows high above him.

“Good morning, Seb,” you whisper, nosing along his neck before pressing a lingering kiss to the hinge of his jaw.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” he asks, his voice hoarse from sleep.

“It’s early, Sirona won’t come to kick us out for another hour or so,” you offer.

Sebastian realizes you’ve got your hand wrapped around his cock only when you start to stroke him, and any argument he’d had against letting you have your way with him starts to go murky in the back of his mind.

“Are you still drunk?” he asks, his head tipping back against the pillow.

“No,” you insist, mouthing at his jawline. “Promise.”

You’ve already thrown one of your legs across his lap and you’re wearing nothing but your undergarments. Sebastian doesn’t stand a chance, and he knows it.

He groans softly as you kiss your way from his jaw up to his plush lips, distracting him while you clumsily tug your underwear off with your free hand and wiggle your way fully onto his lap.

“How long have you been up?” he asks.

“Oh, just a little longer than you’ve been up,” you answer, pointedly stroking him again.

“I had no idea you could be so crude,” Sebastian laughs. “What happened to my good little witch, hm?”

“She’s not a student anymore,” you answer, extracting your hand so you can finish undoing the front of Sebastian’s trousers.

Leaning back onto his thighs, you pull his trousers down as far as you can and then his underwear as well, until his bare cock rests against the lowest part of his stomach, glistening wet at the tip.

“Like this?” he asks hopefully, sliding a hand up your bare thigh to your hip to coax you forward again.

“Yes,” you whisper, leaning down to kiss him gently at first, and then rougher when his grip on your hip tightens to encourage you to grind your wet core against him.

When you can’t take the teasing anymore, you quickly sit up and lift your hips so you can reach between your thighs and take Sebastian in your hand. Holding his cock steady, you meet Sebastian’s gaze as you line him up against your entrance and start to sink down.

He’s stunned silent – a rare occasion.

Truthfully, you’ve been ready for him since you awoke, but a bit of teasing from your own fingers while he slept helped make sure you could take him straight away. You didn’t want to waste any of your precious time in the pub’s private room on anything other than having him inside you.

You gasp softly once he’s fully inside, your ass pressed to the tops of his thighs as his hands roam hungrily over your hips, your legs, and even your chest.

“You really needed it, didn’t you?” Sebastian asks, his voice still a bit hoarse. “You woke up this wet for me, love, that’s… fuck.”

“Yes,” you whimper, starting to rock up and down to let yourself feel the fullness of him inside before you start to ride him in earnest. “It’s all I wanted, all night.”

“Take it, then,” he says smugly, removing his hands from your body to fold his arms behind his head. “I want to see you take what you want.”

You both know your relationship thrives on a bit of healthy competition, it always has. So when he issues a challenge like that, you have to meet it. Narrowing your eyes at his knowing gaze, you trail your own hands up your body – he likes a bit of a show, of course – and start to ride him properly.

Despite the usual hustle and bustle of Hogsmeade, it’s silent in the early morning hours. All you can hear are the sounds coming from the bed: your panting breaths, Sebastian’s low groans, the addictive sound of bare skin on skin, and the dubious creaking of the conjured bed’s wooden frame.

“How’s that, love?” Sebastian asks lazily, watching you throw your head back in pleasure as you grind down on him over and over. “Is that enough for you, or do you need more?”

“More,” you slur without even thinking. Whatever he wants to give you, you’ll take it, no questions asked.

He laughs softly before reaching out to press one of his large hands to the crease of your hip, rubbing his thumb gently against your clit. When you moan encouragingly, he presses a little harder.

“Like that?” he asks. “You want to come on my cock like this?”

“Please,” you beg, and you’re not even sure what it is you’re begging for. You’re full of him, you’ve got his hands on your body, you’ve got his fiery gaze all over you… it’s nearly too much, but not quite enough.

But Sebastian knows. He always knows just what you need.

He sinks the fingers of his free hand into your hair at the base of your neck and pulls you down to him, messily kissing you and nipping at your bottom lip until you open up and let him devour your desperate moans. This angle, bent over his body like this, it’s exactly what you need.

Sebastian grins victoriously as you come apart on top of him, biting gently along your neck when you throw your head back and cry out helplessly.

“That’s it, good girl,” he moans, wrapping an arm around your waist so he can keep you pressed close to him.

He shifts you forward so that he can plant his feet on the bed, fucking up into you the second your leverage is gone. You figure he’s probably close, he’s usually desperate to follow you once he’s gotten you off.

“Sebastian,” you whine against his cheek. “Please.”

“Please what?” he grits out, the arm around your waist drifting lower to roughly grab at your ass. “You need more, you greedy thing?”

“Please, come in me,” you keen, and Sebastian nearly chokes.

He manages a few more precise thrusts before his rhythm is gone and he simply buries himself in you, his core taught while he finishes with a low groan. You press sweet, aimless kisses across his cheeks, his forehead, his jaw until he goes boneless.

“That’s a hell of a good morning,” he breathes, and you blush a little, tucking your face against his neck. “Maybe I should let the barman overserve you more often.”

“Overserve me?” you protest. “And just who was pouring all those shots, hm?”

“Couldn’t possibly have been me, I’m quite responsible,” he drawls, and you playfully elbow him in the side. “Speaking of which, you need to eat some breakfast soon or you’ll be useless the entire day, and last night you offered to help Natty look at flats this afternoon.”

“I did?” you groan.

“Well, I figured while we’re with her, maybe we could see if there’s any we like for us,” Sebastian says hesitantly. “I mean, if – if you still want to.”

When you delightedly throw your arms around him and roll him toward the clean side of the bed, he assumes that it’s still a yes.

—

Sirona cautiously steps into her pub an hour later, listening intently for any sounds of passion lest she become further scarred by Hogwarts’ hormonal teens than she already has been over the years.

Thankfully, the Three Broomsticks is quiet, and there’s a note on the bar next to a fresh bottle of ink from Scrivenshaft’s.

Sirona,

Thank you so much for letting Sebastian and me sleep upstairs last night. We’re taking off for now, but I wanted to gift you some new ink so that you’ll write to us in London – any exciting gossip is of course appreciated, but if there’s ever anything we can do to help out in Hogsmeade, please don’t hesitate to write.

P.S. Apologies about the loveseat. I promise we used Scourgify.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fic #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian x mc #sebastian x reader #sirona ryan #no beta we die like men #message me if you find any typos/errors xoxo #yes the title is a lyric from graduation by vitamin c because i'm WHAT? corny #my fic

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blueraineshadows · 1 year

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Wedding Night

Sebastian Sallow x MC - wedding night, their first time, mature content, nsfw sexual content 🌶🔥💚

MC sat at the little dressing table, brushing out the curls from her long hair, and gazing into the tarnished mirror. The face that stared back at her didnt look any different and yet today had marked a huge change. She placed the wooden brush down and held out her left hand, fingers a little splayed, to admire the simple silver band on her ring finger. Her heart swelled, tiny flaps of butterfly wings kissing the edges of her tummy. They had done it. They had taken their vows. She was now Mrs Sallow.

MC stood, smoothing down the front of her new nightgown, the white cotton soft against her palm. It had been a gift from Anne, the neckline a delicate lace and the front tied closed with soft ribbon. The hem reached just below her knees and she looked down at her bare feet, wiggling her toes. She took a shaky breath, nerves making her chest feel tight. Sebastian would see her exposed flesh tonight, the thought of it sent fire sparking through her veins, but also, that hesitant part of her feared she would not live up to his expectations.

She pressed a hand to her chest thinking about the whispers she had heard from girls about being with a man, remembered the passionate prose in the few romantic books she had read. She was worried about disappointing him despite the heat of their kisses, kisses stolen in precious moments alone. She closed her eyes thinking of the feel of his hand on her waist through her clothing and how desperately she had wanted to feel it against her skin. Tonight she would finally know and she was breathless at the very thought.

The bedroom door opened and Sebastian came through, drying his hands on a towel. He had removed his jacket and waistcoat, gone was his cravat, and his white dress shirt was open at the throat. Her heart began to pound and her fingers clutched at the fabric of her nightgown beside her thighs. She needed to hold on to something because the slow, admiring look that travelled up her body made his eyes burn with a hunger and his smile brought a tremble to her legs.

"Beautiful," he murmured softly. He tossed the towel to one side and approached her, taking up her left hand and sliding a finger over her new ring. "And, officially, all mine."

"Would you like anything, a drink perhaps?" She asked. Her voice was a little breathless, her nerves catching at it. He cupped her jaw, a thumb sliding over her bottom lip. "I want to kiss my wife," he said.

Her eyes closed at the expectation of soft lips and his familiar taste. His mouth pressed gently, first the bottom lip, then the top. Then his hot breath came out in a rush and he kissed her more firmly, his hand sliding into her flowing hair to hold her head. She gasped, lips parting in surprise at his passion and his tongue swept into her mouth. Fire bloomed outwards from the very centre of her, a moan, deep and sensuous escaping her throat as her own tongue eagerly met his. She clung to him, her bare toes curling into the rug.

When they came up for air, he pressed his forehead to hers, their panting breaths mingling between them. "Sebastian," she breathed.

"To finally hold you like this..." He gripped her waist, fingers twisting into the fine cotton as he panted. "...I feel like my heart is about to burst out of my chest."

She pressed a hand right over his heart and felt the thud of it against his ribs. Her finger tips grazed at warm flesh where his shirt was open and she bit her lip, her eyes flying shyly to his as she dared to slide her hand beneath the fabric. Her palm delighted in the sensation of her skin against his, her finger tips gliding upwards to dance across his collar bone. A sigh escaped his lips and he took her hand in his, his gaze burning into hers as he kissed the inside of her wrist. "Come," he said. He drew her towards him, walking them backwards to the waiting bed. Their marriage bed.

MC lay down, her hair pooling on the blanket, her eyes never leaving his as he settled beside her, propped up on one elbow. He trailed a fingertip from her jaw, down the column of her neck and across her collarbone, her skin flaring hotly under his touch. He traced the lacy edge of the neckline against her chest, desperate to feel more of her. "You're trembling," he whispered.

She smiled. "I call that the Sebastian Effect."

His eyes lit up with delighted surprise. "Is that so?"

She put a hand to his face, laughter dancing on her lips. "But don't let that go to your head now, my love."

He grinned. "Too late. Now, let me see what else the Sebastian Effect will make you do."

He pressed his mouth just below her ear, lips brushing skin, teasing her with the tip of his tongue as he moved lower. Her lips parted, her head tilting to allow him more access to her neck. Kiss after kiss burned her flesh as he moved his mouth lower to the softness where her neck met her shoulder. Here, he bit softly, teeth grazing gently before he sucked at the tenderness. Her eyes fluttered closed and she moaned, heat gathering between her thighs.

When his mouth arrived at the lace of her gown, he gently tugged at the ribbon holding it closed. She looked down, watching as the ribbon slid free with an aching slowness. She heard his sigh of appreciation as the gown opened a little, his lips pressing hotly against her skin. His fingers tugged at the fabric, urging it to slide over her shoulders as his mouth explored every inch of skin as it was exposed. She arched her back, hungry for his kiss as it moved ever lower. The gown slid faster, exposing her tender peaks to the heat of his breaths. She closed her eyes, breath held and then came the soft slide of tongue over an aching nipple. The flesh tightened immediately and she cried out, her fingers sinking into his brown locks to hold on tightly.

His mouth continue to explore, moving to the other breast to swirl his tongue hotly, his fingers moving to tease where his mouth had just vacated. MC was drifting, a haze of desire embracing her at his every touch, heat pooling deliciously between her thighs so that she had to squeeze them together. When his tongue teased around her navel she whimpered, and then it was hot kisses across to her hip bones. Her nightgown was now a twisted thing about her hips and she wriggled, desperate to be rid of it.

He chuckled and looked up at her. "Getting impatient, are we?"

MC propped herself up on her elbows to look at him, breathing quickly. Her cheeks were flushed and there were little red marks on her neck and breasts from his kisses. She stared down her naked body, his head so close to her searing heat and a flash of fire, hotter than any Confringo spell, shot through her. "Yes," she breathed. "I want you."

His smirk was dangerous, the desire in his gaze made her heart pound and her pulse flicker wildly. He got up to his knees and threw off his shirt, her eyes devouring his freckled skin. And then, he was sliding the nightgown off her hips, tugging it free of her before tossing it to the floor. Her legs trembled as his palms slid up the backs of her calf muscles, hooking behind her knees to part her thighs, exposing her to him.

Her eyes were wide, fascinated at the way his chest rose and fell with his hard breathing, her fingers aching to trace the flat plane of his stomach. He was beautiful. Was she enough? Her nerves fluttered in her chest as she lay there before him, more exposed than she had ever been in her life. Her fingers nervously toyed with the blanket as he gazed down at her. He licked his lips at the sight of the wetness there and as much as he wanted to take this slow, he couldn't help himself.

He bent his head, his mouth seeking her out, his tongue sliding over the slick heat of her. It was worth it, a sound came from her mouth that made him moan against her. MC's head fell back, her fingers now clutching the blanket till her knuckles went white. She opened her mouth but didn't think she could draw breath, the air had been stolen from her lungs as he licked exquisite fire into her.

She could feel a pressure building within, his tongue swept across a sensitive nub and her hips flexed, her moan almost feral. He did it again and she reached to grip his hair. Again, and again and the pressure went up another level. "Merlin," she gasped. He sucked against it, tongue flicking to tease before sucking again and then she felt the press of a finger sliding into her. The building inferno was overwhelming now, her breaths coming in mad pants as her hand fisted in his hair. She never knew it could be like this, she felt as though she was losing her grip, slipping over an edge and she had no idea where it was going to take her. He gripped her hips, working her harder and she found the edge, wave after wave of heat washed over her, a pulsing, delicious sensation that had inexplicable sounds pouring from her lips.

MC sank back into the mattress, floating, panting, stunned. Sebastian was at her side immediately, smoothing her hair back from her damp face. "Are you alright?"

She nodded, reaching for him, pulling him tight against her. She revelled in the feel of his chest pressed against her flesh, sensitive breasts tingling against the brush of his chest hair. She pressed her mouth to his neck, desperate to repay the earth shattering glow that seemed to radiate from her. "I love you," she breathed. "I love you."

"I love you, too." His mouth found hers, eager, probing. She could taste herself on his lips, her core contracting with the memory of how it had felt to have him kiss her there. Her hands were hungry to feel him, sliding along his arms, his back, her fingers sliding under the waistband of his trousers, a frustrating barrier against his flesh. She wanted more, so much more.

He watched as she unfastened his trousers, delicate fingers trembling as she tugged them down. He wriggled out of them, underwear going with them and his erection sprang free. She stared, awe struck, her hand hesitant as she reached for him. He gently took her wrist, guiding her to it. "Like this," he whispered. He wrapped her hand around it, small sounds coming from his throat as he showed her how to stroke the smooth skin.

A bead of moisture was at the tip and she swiped it with her thumb, he gasped and ducked his head, his breath hot against her neck. "Fuck."

The expletive sent a tingle through her and she swiped again. His hips flexed and she felt emboldened to move her hand a little faster, fascinated to watch the power she had over him. She slid her fisted hand down and back up and he thrust his hips towards her. "MC, I need...fuck."

She paused. "What do you need?"

He met her gaze, the fire blazing in his eyes for her making her lips part. He gripped her hip, sliding her into position, his knee parting her thighs. "This," he said. He stroked two fingers against her slit, she whimpered, the flesh still sensitive. He spread the wetness, using his fingers to open her a little. She widened her legs to accommodate him. "Take it, take me," she said.

He took hold of her hand, interlocking their fingers. "Tell me if it hurts."

She nodded. He angled himself, his hardness pressing against her. She gasped at the feel of him, her hips lifting on instinct. "Try to relax," he said. "I'll go slowly."

He gently pushed inwards and she gasped at the feeling of pressure, the stretch. It felt so tight, like there was resistance, but she didn't want it to stop. She held his hip, her fingers digging into his skin as he slowly inched inwards. There was a sharp sting and then the feel of flesh giving way and he slid so deep, her back arching, her mouth falling open at the full feeling. He paused, gripping her jaw to press a kiss to her mouth.

They were joined as one. It was as it should be. She kissed him back, fiercely. He was hers and she was his. And now, she wanted more. She rolled her hips eagerly and he smiled against her mouth. He began to move, slowly, rolling his hips, his eyes closed as he savoured her tightness. She held his hips, looking down to watch as he slid out all the way, the shine of slick on his cock making her bite her lip before he thrust back in. She moaned, her hands urging him to do it again. The sting was gone, now it was just pleasure, delicious, slick heat and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He groaned, his thrusts picking up speed. "Fuck...so fucking good."

Yes. She wanted him to feel like she had. She wanted him to fall off that edge into oblivion because of her. Her hands fluttered to touch him, stomach, chest, shoulders, she reached round to grab hold of his rather fetching behind, squeezing the flesh as he moved. His thrusts became harder, he gripped her hip, lifting her slightly and he sank in deeper, his tip hitting parts of her she didn't know existed. The noises that fell from his lips fascinated her, she stared at his face, the furrow in his brow, the way his lips were parted in desire. She reached for him, pulling him down so she could kiss that lip, tugging it with her teeth. His thrusts faltered, slammed into her a little out of rhythm and then he groaned deeply, burying his face into her neck as he pulsed deep inside her.

His breath fanned against her throat and she stroked her fingers through his hair, soothing him as he calmed. He lay beside her, pulling her in close. She felt him slide from within her and hot fluid spilled onto her thigh. She didn't care. She pressed herself against him, revelling in the warmth of their flushed bodies. He kissed her forehead.

She smiled up at him. "We are definitely doing that again."

He huffed a little laugh. "Would this be the Sebastian Effect again?"

She playfully hit him on the shoulder. He only held her tighter, laughter on his lips. "I didnt think I could love you more, but it turns out I can."

She blushed and trailed fingers across his chest. "So, I was alright? I mean, it was good for you?"

He took her face in his hands, his eyes full of love and just for her. "You are everything I have ever wanted. I'm the luckiest man alive."

MC felt the burn of tears, so full of the day and her love for him. She touched noses with him. "I love you, Sebastian Sallow. Forever."

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theladyofshalott1989 · 2 months

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Queer Hogwarts: Legacy Fanfic Masterlist

Hogwarts: Legacy fans, whether you be a creative yourself or a content consumer, send me your queer content and recs! I will update this list regularly. LGBTIA+ inclusive Guidelines for Submission: - The main pairing should be on the LGBTIA+ Spectrum - If the main pairing isn't queer, then the author should be - Self-recs are welcome and strongly encouraged! - Please include the author's username, a link to the fic or series, and specify any possible triggers and/or warnings (same as you would do for AO3). Note: I will do my best to double-check for triggers and warnings as well. Here's an example of how I will be categorizing. If you would like to suggest your own categories, please feel free to (I will accept any and all help LMAO)! I will review with you (either privately or in the comments) before adding them to the list. Sections will be separated by main pairing (e.g., Sebastian x Male MC, Poppy x Natty, Natty x Female MC, etc.).

Sebastian Sallow x Male MC (m/m) fics:

Angst, happy ending, post-canon, multichapter, Transmasc main character x Sebastian Sallow, werewolves as queer allegory, trans and gay author (@heyitszev on Tumblr):

✪ To be Loved is to be Changed series by Unreliablenarrator on AO3

Romantasy, happy ending, events of Hogwarts: Legacy through post-canon, multichapter, Ravenclaw Male main character x Sebastian Sallow, relic possession, bisexual female author (@theladyofshalott1989 on Tumblr) *Content warnings: The second multichapter fic ("Burning Bright") is underage explicit. The three-part short story ("The Proposal") is explicit:

✪ The Like Moths to a Flame Series by TheLadyofShalott1989 on AO3

Coming of age, post-canon, multichapter, Multiracial Slytherin Male main character x Sebastian Sallow (@dom1re on Tumblr):

✪ The Keepers by domire on AO3

Imelda Reyes x Nerida Roberts (f/f) fics:

Fluffy romance, broken friendship, found love, love confessions, first kiss, one-shot (@amberlide on Tumblr):

✪ Reflection by Amberlide on AO3

Mirabel Garlick x Female OC (f/f) fics:

Muggle/witch relationship, fluff, introspection, declaration of love, one-shot (@libellule-ao3 on Tumblr) *Content warnings: Mature rating, implied sexual content:

✪ Late Bloom by Libellule_Sulfureuse on AO3

Natsai Onai x Female OC (f/f) fics:

Established relationship, fluff, introspection, one-shot, werewolf Female OC (@boxdstars on Tumblr) *Content warnings: Nondescript gore mentioned in passing:

✪ Cold Mornings by boxdstars on Tumblr

Poppy Sweeting x Female MC (f/f) fics:

Developing relationship, post-canon, multichapter, Slytherin Female main character x Poppy Sweeting (@celestial--sapphic on Tumblr):

✪ Kiss me (like you wanna be loved) by Celestial__sapphic on AO3

Sebinis (Sebastian Sallow x Ominis Gaunt) (m/m) fics:

Pining, banter, chess, post-canon, one-shot, Ominis Gaunt x Sebastian Sallow (@the-invisibility-bloke, @kis0_0kis on Tumblr) *Content warnings: Explicit:

✪ The Last Gambit, written by the_invisibility_bloke, illustrated by kis0_0kis on AO3

Threesome fics:

Modern Day AU, F/M/M, one-shot, smut, Female MC x Sebastian Sallow x Garreth Weasley (@pheexblack on Tumblr) *Content warnings: Explicit:

✪ Dare-aoke Night by Shanza_Bonanza on AO3

Morally gray MC, post-canon, dark content, Anne & Solomon bashing, dubious happy ending, multichapter, Sebastian Sallow x Ominis Gaunt x Gender Neutral MC *Content warnings: Explicit:

✪ Everybody Wants To Rule THEIR World by Jazlyn_Riddle on AO3

Let's goooooooooo! Send me ALL THE QUEER CONTENT (please and thank you) <3333333

Also, authors, if you see your content here and are not happy with how it is categorized, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE reach out to me and I will happily change anything and everything (even remove you from the list if you don't want to be on it!). THANK YOU, LOVELIES. You are loved and appreciated <333333 I should also note I've never done a masterlist before, so please bear with me as I'm learning. Phew. 😅😅😅

#hogwarts legacy fanfics #hogwarts legacy queer fanfics #queer fanfics #hogwarts legacy queer fanfic masterlist #LGBTIA+ fanfics

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sloanesallow · 3 months

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Hogwarts Legacy Fanfic Masterlist

Below are links that will take you where you can read my fanfic stories related to the Hogwarts Legacy universe. You will see that I generally use the same F!MC (Siobhan Sloane) in all my writings. Think of each story as its own universe in which similar but different things may/may not occur. There is no canon story for Sloane...yet. (Updated April 2024)

Reblogs, comments, and kudos are always appreciated! ✨

Ongoing Stories:

✨Magic, Madness, Heaven, Sin Sebastian Sallow x F!MC | Alternate Universe | Explicit

Sebastian and Sloane enter into a FWB relationship and all hell breaks loose.

Tags: Explicit sexual content, strangers to friends to lovers, FEELINGS

[Ao3 ] | [Wattpad]

🪄 I Know Places Ominis Gaunt x F!MC | Post-Hogwarts Legacy | Mature

Ominis and Siobhan on the run from the Ministry of Magic.

Tags: Fake relationship, love triangle (sort-of), mutual pining idiots, (eventual) sexual content

[Ao3] | [Wattpad]

One-shots:

SWF Offerings

Charmed Sebastian Sallow x F!MC 2k words F!MC POV, sassy Ominis, Quidditch Seb [Wattpad] | [tumbr]

ocean wave blues Sebastian Sallow x F!MC 1k words Seb POV, frolicking on the beach, super fluffy [Ao3] | [Wattpad] | [tumbr]

a little less sixteen candles Sebastian Sallow x F!MC 2.6k words Seb POV, making up for missing Sloane's birthday [Ao3] | [Wattpad] | [tumbr]

NSFW Offerings:

invisible string Ominis Gaunt x F!MC | NSFW | MDNI 4.9k words Ominis POV, second chance, fluffy [Ao3] | [Wattpad] | [tumblr ]

peace Ominis Gaunt x F!MC | NSFW | MDNI 3.5k words F!MC POV, (light)Dominis, honeymoon vibes [Ao3] | [Wattpad]

Endgame Sebastian Sallow x F!MC | NSFW | MDNI 5.6k words Seb POV, first time, romantic [Ao3] | [Wattpad] | [tumblr}

the lakes Sebastian Sallow x F!MC | NSFW | MDNI F!MC POV, sex on the beach, spicy~ [Ao3] | [Wattpad]

give me your wild Sebastian Sallow x F!MC | NSFW | MDNI 5.4k words Seb POV, Dad!Seb, married life, SPICYSPICY [Ao3] | [Wattpad] | [tumbr]

lavender haze Sebastian Sallow x F!MC | NSFW | MDNI 1.7k words Seb POV, Amortentia enduced mastrubation [Ao3] | [Wattpad] | [tumbr]

you live with ghosts Sebastian Sallow x F!MC | NSFW | MDNI 1.6k words Seb POV, getting caught by ghosts [Ao3] | [Wattpad] | [tumbr]

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little-emerald-snake · 9 months

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While I try to keep specific warnings on my content, please be aware that most of my writing contains graphic elements such as moderate to extreme kink and is intended for mature audiences. If this doesn’t bother you, welcome and enjoy. 💕

Note: ‘#little emerald snake’ on my page will pull up all my stories with correct warning labels (should be all but Kinktober and Smutmas)

Requests: I do take them but I’m under no circumstances under any obligation to fulfill a request or answer as to why I won’t be taking the request. Sometimes it’s really just as simple as ‘this does not spark creativity.’

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cuffmeinblack · 11 months

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Ominis Gaunt masterlist

Ao3: cuffmeinblack

Buy me a cuppa 🖤

Full masterlist for all characters is here

Reader inserts female unless specified otherwise.

Ominis Gaunt x reader

Old habits die hard - smut, angst, 112k words 🔞

You find yourself once again in the arms of Sebastian Sallow, but with the added complication of your unexpected feelings towards your friend, Ominis Gaunt. Love rivalry.

About time (series) - fluff with sexual content in final work, 6.6k words

You regret never telling Ominis your feelings for him. Sebastian decides to give you some time alone. Start of relationship/new experiences.

Sanctuary - fluff, gn!reader, 1.3k words

You show Ominis the Room of Requirement.

Companion - fluff, gn!reader, 2k words

Sort-of sequel to Sanctuary. Gregory the puffskein.

Kindred spirits - fluff, 1.4k words

Ominis bonds with you over your pet snake.

Legilimens (ao3 link) - smut, explicit, 2.3k words 🔞

Ominis uses his unique Legilimency to find out your deepest desires.

Career Perks (ao3 link) - smut, explicit, 3k words 🔞

Ominis' career leaves little room for excitement or challenge, but his unique brand of legilimency makes for a more interesting job when he finds himself in the company of a lonely witch. Audio excerpt.

The boggart in the tower - fluff, 1.1k words

Mostly just silly Ominis & Sebastian friendship stuff, pranks and Ominis having a crush on you.

Two little words - fluff, 1k words

Ominis hears you singing in the Undercroft and falls hard.

You're welcome - fluff, 1k words

Ominis asks Sebastian to describe you, realising that they both like you.

Hold me close - hurt/comfort, gn!reader, 1k words

Post-Crucio comfort, rewrite of In the Shadow of the Study.

The end and the beginning - hurt/comfort, gn!reader, 1k words

Post-final battle comfort.

Beauty marks - fluff, gn!reader, 380 words

I am obsessed with his moles.

Snake whispers - smut, mature audience, 500 words 🔞

Ominis speaks parseltongue to you at your request.

Overture - smut, 500 words 🔞

Ominis uses his hands to distract you.

Deft hands - smut, mature audience, 300 words 🔞

Ominis explores your body.

Parting gift - fluff, gn!reader, 850 words

Ominis gives you something precious to take with you on your travels.

A touch of sage - fluff, gn!MC, 800 words

Accidental touches lead to something more.

New beginnings - romance, poem

The year after leaving Hogwarts.

Ominis Gaunt x f!OC

Retribution (ao3 link) - angst, smut, 9k words 🔞

Ominis has kept his romantic involvement with Maerys a secret from his family for her own safety, but a pending betrothal causes complications. Maerys confronts his family with the hope of acceptance but gets more than she bargained for. Audio excerpt.

Sebastian Sallow x reader x Ominis Gaunt

Give him something to listen to (ao3 link)- smut, explicit, 1.7k words 🔞

You give in to Sebastian's flirtations and Ominis is along for the ride.

Ominis Gaunt x Sebastian Sallow

Crave - angst, slow burn romance (WIP, hiatus)

The anniversary of the worst day of Sebastian's life approaches and brings with it the familiar nightmares, the only comfort being Ominis' presence.

Silk and Lace (ao3 link) - smut, explicit, 3.9k words 🔞

Sebastian's teasing plants an idea in Ominis' head for a night of indulgent roleplay; and he isn't one to do things by halves.

The experiment (ao3 link) - smut, explicit, 1.7k words 🔞

Ominis admits he isn't sure whether he has a sexual preference given his woeful inexperience. Sebastian offers to be his guinea pig.

Because you're mine - smut, explicit 🔞

Garreth shows an interest in Ominis, Sebastian gets jealous. Rewrite/what-if of You need only ask.

Ominis Gaunt x Garreth Weasley

You need only ask - fluff, smut, 36.1k words 🔞

Garreth Weasley has admired Ominis Gaunt from afar, offering his secret assistance in their shared potions classes. Ominis finds out and wants to know why.

Excerpt audios: chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3

Lost and Found (ao3 link) - fluff, angst, 5.4k words 🔞

A love story told in five scenes.

Repercussions (ao3 link) - smut, 2.4k words 🔞

Ominis is driven to distraction by Garreth's voice.

My own

Ominis and Garreth adopt a baby' drabble. Audio.

Ominis Gaunt x reader x Garreth Weasley

Proposition (v1) (ao3 link) - f!reader, smut, 4.3k words (audio excerpt) 🔞

Proposition (v2) (ao3 link) - m!reader, smut, 4k words 🔞

You've always held an affection for your best friend, Garreth Weasley, but he is very much taken by Ominis Gaunt. You weren't expecting Ominis to come to you with an intriguing proposition.

Audios

Ominis x Garreth 🔞

Ominis x f!MC 🔞 (snippet from Career Perks

Receiving a blowjob (f!listener) 🔞

Ominis x f!MC x Garreth 🔞

Ominis x f!OC 🔞

Ominis x Sebastian 🔞

Ominis x Sebastian (Dominis/Subastian) 🔞

Ominis and Garreth adopt a baby

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antaresgalaeth · 1 year

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festivalsofmargot · 1 year

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You Are a Memory {Sebastian Sallow x GN!Reader}

Introduction: END GAME SPOILERS!!! AGE 18+ SCENARIOS

Starts after Sebastian’s questline and goes until the two of you are in your 7th year, aged up to 18+. Sebastian has just killed his uncle, and it finally dawns on the two of you how far down the dark path you’ve gone. You aren’t good for one another, and it’s time you let each other go.

Could be a standalone, but if you’d like some extra background on yours and Sebastian’s relationship, feel free to read these first: Pining in Potions Class, Pretty Thoughts, and Selfless. (I like to write a non house specific reader, but Gall of a Gryffindor can work too if any of you Gryffindors out there want that little extra).

Word Count: ~ 5,400 😬 whoopsies

Warnings: Kissing, Angst, Sex (first time making love, gender neutral so not crazy explicit smut level, characters are aged 18+)

Author’s Note: Listen listen listen listen… it’s not that I don’t like you guys. I just wanna make you pretty cry a bit, okay? You and Seb have been too happy together in my short stories and I’m ready to be the drama and add a little spice. This is my first attempt at a sex scene and a gender neutral one at that. I’m happy with how it turned out, but I’ll keep pushing myself to write better. Enjoy everybody, hope you’re having a good day 😊

Songs (if interested, bonus songs because it’s a long one today, pop them on and join my sad vibes):

You Are a Memory - Message to Bears

In This Shirt - The Irrepressibles

Exit Music (For A Film) - Radiohead

September 15, 2017: Cassini - The Grand Finale - Sleeping At Last

Light - Sleeping At Last

Falling Colour - Vanbur

You finally left the room of requirement after having spent a good amount of your Saturday there. The magical beasts you saved were always excellent company, even in a time as dark as this. When Deek had excused himself for the night, it was then you realized you should probably get to bed yourself.

You silently cursed when you saw how dark and empty the halls were. It was difficult to keep track of time with the vivariums and Deek’s room ambience enchantments. No question you were well passed curfew. Though, a detention was the least of your worries at the moment.

You heard your name called from somewhere in the darkness. You gasped and turned quickly to see Sebastian pushing himself off the wall he was leaning against.

“Sebastian? What are you doing here?” The two of you hadn’t spoken since he ran from the cave. You hadn’t sought him out when you returned to the castle. You let him have his space, and heaven knows you needed it too.

“I needed to see you.” He said, not meeting your eyes.

“How long have you been waiting? I’m so sorry, if I had known -”

“It’s alright. I... needed the time to think about what I was going to say to you.”

Noticing the room of requirement’s door was still there, you pulled him back in with you. “Let’s talk in here.”

Sebastian’s eyes roamed the room. He would have been in awe at the beauty of it all. But the image of his dead uncle and the heartbroken look on Anne’s face took away any levity the room could have given him.

With Sebastian’s hand still in yours, you guided him to a nearby couch which had been your favorite spot aside from the beast vivariums, though you had a feeling it wouldn’t be any longer after your conversation that night. You sat and gently tugged at his hand for him to sit down with you.

Releasing your hand, he leaned forward, elbows on his knees. He looked down at the floor, and you waited for him to speak first. You didn’t want to rush him.

“How did things go so wrong?” He buried his face in his hands, his voice faltering. “I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean to -”

Hearing his distress, you placed your hand on his back, rubbing up and down.

He took a shaky breath to right himself. He then grabbed your hand that was rubbing his back and held it in his lap. He rubbed a thumb across your skin and stared at the lines that graced your palm. “We need to end this.”

Your breath hitched in your throat and tears stung at your eyes. You also knew the two of you were heading this direction, but to hear one of you actually say it out loud still broke something in you. “I know.” You whispered.

Sebastian shot a hand up to cover his eyes, desperately trying to stop tears of his own from falling. His shoulders began to shake with silent sobs.

You leaned forward, wrapping your arms around his waist, resting your cheek against his back. “I know.” You said again, still with no conviction. “I’m just as tempted by the dark arts as you are, Sebastian. If we stay together, I'm afraid we’ll cause even more damage.”

“I don’t want this.” He choked through his tears.

You held him tighter, the tears finally falling down your cheeks. You breathed in his scent once more, taking in everything you could of him before he would leave that night. “Neither do I.”

He gently tugged at your arms to get you to release him. He stood to his feet and made his way to leave. You knew you should let him go, but you jumped up from the couch and called for him just as he was going to open the door. “Sebastian!”

His fingers hovered over the handle, he turned slightly to look at you. He waited for you to continue, but you could only stare at him, eyes sparkling with tears.

Digging his heels into the ground, he closed the distance between the two of you in only a few steps. He took your face in his hands and crashed his lips onto yours. You met him with just as much need and grabbed at the fabric covering his chest to keep him close. The both of you whimpered at the despair in your kiss, cheeks wet with tears. This was the end of it and there was no running from the pain.

Before you knew it, Sebastian left your embrace, speeding out of the room. Once the door shut behind him, you collapsed to the floor and allowed your sobs to consume you.

The remaining days of your fifth year went by the slowest. Each day you weren’t working with Professor Fig on your ancient magic and going through the keepers’ trials, you struggled to fill your time. Poppy was finally taking it easy after you had helped her with the centaurs. And Natty was still recovering from your fight with Harlow. Her mother had a closer eye on her than ever before, so spending time with her away from the castle wasn’t happening.

Every time you saw Sebastian, you did everything you could to keep your distance and avoid looking his way. At first you tried to sneak glances, but you found it hurt too much, and it only tempted you to run back into his arms.

“Maybe we were too rash. Maybe we can be better together.” You envisioned yourself saying to him, but you knew it wouldn’t be true. It was made clear every time you left the castle and ran into poachers. They made it difficult to stray from your dark path. Seeing what they had done to so many animals, you were nowhere near done with the cruciatus curse. You weren’t good for Sebastian, you needed to accept that and let him heal. He could be better, and he would be.

You don’t know how you made it out alive against Rookwood and Ranrok, yet there you were. You shifted uncomfortably in your bed in the hospital wing of Hogwarts. Aside from some deep gashes that needed stitching, a ton of bruising, and a sprained ankle, you had managed to make it out all right. But Professor Fig hadn’t, and it weighed on you heavily.

Word spread fast about how you fought alongside the professors to defend the school. All your friends had come to see you - well - almost all of them. Even some people you didn’t know very well came to check in.

When Ominis came in to the hospital wing, you felt yourself go stiff. Along with leaving Sebastian behind, you left Ominis as well. You panicked at the thought of facing him. If you had never entered their lives, Sebastian might not have been able to dive so deep into the dark arts. He might have listened to his closest friend and the whole mess wouldn’t have happened.

“How are you?” Ominis asked as he pulled up a chair by your bedside.

“A little roughed up, I suppose. And you?” You were afraid to ask, because the conversation could so easily move towards Sebastian.

“I’m well thank you. And a little roughed up? From what I hear you sound like you belong in this hospital bed for the remainder of the year.”

You began to laugh but then hissed in pain, grabbing at your side. “Well, I can’t really disagree with you there, can I?”

He gave a soft chuckle, and then he fell quiet. The look on his face made it seem like he was debating his next words. “Look, I heard what happened between you and Sebastian.”

“Ominis, please -”

“Let me finish. I heard what happened between the two of you but I’m still here for you. That day you took on the cruciatus curse for him, I knew you’d proven yourself to be a true friend. I understand why the two of you are no longer speaking, and as much as I’m sure it hurts, I agree it’s what’s best for the both of you. Please know, you don’t have to be a stranger when it comes to me.”

It hit you how much you had missed Ominis as well. “Thank you.”

“I'm afraid I have to get going now, I snuck away from Sebastian to check in on you. I feel I’ve constantly had to talk him out of coming to visit the second he heard what happened.”

You nodded your head, “It’s best he doesn’t come. I think I’d fall out of this bed and crawl right into his arms if he had.”

“I thought the same.” He stood up from his chair. “Now get some rest. I can grab something for you from Honeydukes later.”

“Chocolate Frogs, I’m begging you.” Just as you were starting to cheer up, the thought of Hogsmeade reminded you of Rookwood, and what he had told you before he tried to kill you. “Ominis, wait. There’s something you and Sebastian need to know about Anne.”

Sebastian couldn’t stand it. Though he knew full well Ominis was right about how he shouldn’t go to visit you, it had gotten to a point where he wasn’t able to sleep without having seen how you were doing with his own eyes.

Sneaking out of his dorm, he made his way to the hospital wing. He crept in, cloaked with the disillusionment spell and stood at the entrance. Eyes searching, it didn’t take long to spot you. You seemed to be the only student admitted.

He tiptoed over as not to wake you. When he reached you, his heart crumpled at the sight. A majority of your body was covered by the blanket, but from the skin he could see on your neck and face, you were riddled with bruising and stitches. Without thinking, he brushed his fingers along your cheek.

You let out a soft moan and Sebastian yanked back his hand, panicked he had woken you. But you went quiet again, the only sound escaping you was your breathing. He should have listened to Ominis, seeing you again like that had pulled him right back in. He needed to get out of there.

Just as he as he turned to leave, you mumbled, “Sebastian?”

He looked back fearfully, thinking he was caught. But you were still sound asleep as you murmured his name. He ached to kneel before your bedside and grab your hand. He wanted to kiss it over and over, reassuring you saying, “I’m here. I’m here. Everything’s alright now.” But he couldn’t, and before he could fight himself on it any longer, he forced his feet to move one in front of the other until he was back in his dorm.

It was the beginning of your seventh year at Hogwarts when the Triwizard Tournament was announced to take place. It sounded like just the thing you needed to get through your last year.

You don’t know how you made it through your sixth year, it wasn’t nearly as eventful as your fifth had been. Though you were thankful everything seemed to be going a lot smoother in the world and your friends were safe, you were still uneasy with all the free time you had. You busied yourself up in the room of requirement if you weren’t with Poppy or Natty, and would stay just late enough to make it back right before curfew.

Though it was impossible to not see Sebastian, you did everything you could to minimize the chances. By the end of the year, you had found a good routine to get you through the rest of your time at Hogwarts. And adding this tournament on top of it could really help you thrive.

You fiddled with the folded up parchment that had your name written on it as you stood in the crowd around the Goblet of Fire. You were standing side by side with Natty who was also going to put her name in, the two of you waited for your turn to walk up. It was interesting watching all the Beauxbaton Academy and Durmstrang Institute students put their name in. They all looked so confident, and with such athletic builds, you couldn’t believe some of them were only 18 years old like you were.

After Natty placed her name in, you clapped along with everyone else and threw in a special holler just for her. Then it was your turn. As you were about to let the parchment fall in and be swallowed up by the flames, you looked out to the cheering crowd and locked eyes with Sebastian. Out of everyone around you, how did you manage to spot him? Dropping your name in, the crowd erupted in applause. You bowed your head and smiled as you left the circle.

When you returned to your position amongst the crowd, you tried to shake the image of his face from your mind. The way he was looking at you when you entered your name into the fire, it was almost as if he was crushed to see you do so. But you immediately dismissed the thought. It was dark in there and the only light source came from the Goblet, you couldn’t have possibly gotten a good read on his reaction. You two were no longer in each other’s lives and it’s been that way for a while. Get over yourself. He wouldn’t care what you did any more.

“You? But... why?” Was all Sebastian could ask his best friend. Ominis had just informed him he was the one taking you to The Yule Ball. Sebastian had known you were going with someone after overhearing you turn down a Durmstrang student, apologizing and explaining you already had a date. He had been in a dreadful mood ever since. But his sour mood turned perplexed at Ominis’ announcement.

“Honestly? Because I’m afraid of what you’d do to anyone else who did. Also, it looks good for a Gaunt to be going to the ball with the Hogwarts champion, if I’m not going to be the champion myself. Got my family off my back somewhat.”

Sebastian sighed. “Ominis, you didn’t need to trouble yourself. I’m fine now. We’re fine. We haven’t spoken in who knows how long. The two of you should go with people you -” have an interest in. He finished in his head, unable to say the words aloud without feeling sick.

Though he’d hate to admit it, Sebastian was filled with immense relief Ominis was the one taking you to the ball. He had seen the rather large amount of people who had approached you, and he wanted to shoo off each one of them. But he had no right, he needed to let you live your life. After all, it would have been highly hypocritical of him considering he had said yes to going with Amelie Dupont, the champion for Beauxbatons Academy.

Sebastian and Ominis waited side by side at the bottom of the stairs for their dates. He was hoping with every fiber in his body that you would walk down those stairs before Amelie did, because he knew he wouldn’t be able to resist watching you come down with undivided attention. And that would be horribly rude of him with his date at his arm already.

But of course, Amelie arrived first. He shouldn’t have expected any different knowing how you were. Always off doing something until the last minute.

With Amelie’s arm linked in his, all champions and their dates stood, lined in formation to enter the ballroom, except one.

“Ah Mr. Gaunt, here is your date now.”

Sebastian shot his gaze to the stairs at Professor Weasley’s words and went stiff. In that moment, he could have sworn his heart stopped. You were breathtaking. He had never seen you in such formal attire. For some reason, feeling foolish about it then, he had expected you to be dressed in some variation of the Hogwarts uniform. It had been all he’d seen you in for the passed year and a half.

“So sorry I’m late.” You called down as you descended the steps, watching your step as you did so as not to trip in your new fancy shoes. You were still breaking them in and weren’t the most confident. When you looked up your eyes met Sebastian’s, and the way he was looking at you had your insides twisting.

Sebastian swallowed thickly when you looked his way, and for a brief moment he let himself live in the fantasy that you were walking down the stairs to meet him. Time slowed down and memories began popping up all at once in his brain: the first time you met, the both of you trying to hide your laughter at Garreth’s nonsense in potions class, your first kiss in the library, all your sneaky pecks to his cheek, and even the times he’d rest his head on your lap as the two of you laid in the grass under the sun.

“Alright you two, join the line here.” His thoughts were interrupted at Professor’s Weasley’s voice. You took Ominis’ arm and got in the back of the line. Sebastian made himself face forward, awaiting further instruction.

“You look very handsome, Ominis.” He heard you whisper to his best friend.

“Thank you, I’m sure you look wonderful yourself.” You and Ominis cackled.

Walking out in front of everyone and doing the traditional first dance was all a blur. Sebastian hadn’t been able to compose himself after he saw you coming down the stairs.

Once the dance was over, he excused himself from Amelie and went to the washroom. He leaned against the sink, trying to steady his breathing. How could he have ever thought he was over you? You still meant as much to him then as you had when you parted ways in the room of requirement. He was extra thankful Ominis had been your date, if anyone else had been and he had to watch you link arms with them he didn’t think his heart could take it.

Once he returned to the ball, his eyes landed on you and Ominis on the dance floor. You were talking and laughing with him easily, seeming to not have a care in the world.

Do I have even the slightest effect on you anymore? Sebastian wondered as he watched from afar. He thought back to when you put your name in the Goblet of Fire. Your eyes had met his and he silently pleaded with you not to go through with it, people died in this tournament. Though he knew you were capable, having to watch you be put in harm’s way and he wouldn’t be able to help had him petrified. But you dropped it in and turned away, proud to have your name in the running. When your name was chosen from the Goblet, because of course it was, the terror and misery that went through him was paralyzing. Ominis had to help keep him steady the rest of that day.

He had a sick hope he made you hurt at least a little having come with Amelie. But you were the one on the dance floor, happy as can be, not the one trying to keep it together in the washroom like he had just been.

Sebastian went and found Amelie. He apologized and asked her for another dance.

The night went by decently enough for Sebastian. Amelie was beautiful and talkative, so when the two of them weren’t dancing, they were surrounded by a group of people asking her an abundance of questions. He was thankful she took the reins in conversation because he wasn’t in a socializing mood. Every now and then he took glances your way, not once did he catch your eye.

It was nearing the end of the night and Amelie had asked if he wanted to go back to the dance floor. He looked out and saw you and Ominis were back out there already.

“I - I apologize, I promised a friend a dance and it’s slipped my mind ‘til now.”

Amelie nodded with a smile and went back to speaking with a few Durmstrang students who were eager for her attention.

Before he knew it, he was making his way over to you and Ominis. When he reached the two of you on the dance floor, he held out a hand towards you.

Your laughing and dancing ceased.

“May I cut in?” Sebastian asked, gaze on you unflinching.

Your insides began buzzing with nerves. The thought of your first time interacting with Sebastian again through a dance was nearly too much to handle.

“Go ahead.” Ominis said with a smile as he released you, his approval taking you by surprise. “I need a rest anyhow.” Before you could protest, he was gone, leaving you and Sebastian alone.

You tentatively grabbed his hand and he pulled you into a dance. This being your first time speaking and touching after nearly two years, you didn’t think you would be able to look him in the eyes. But that was the only place you could look.

The two of you didn’t speak, it seemed you didn’t need to. Over the course of your dance, the two of you moved in closer, dismissing the official waltz stance you were supposed to be in. Your arms found their way around his shoulders and his around your waist. He leaned his head against yours as you slowly swayed from side to side.

You had fought so hard to distance yourself from him, and all it took was one dance to pull you back in. You never wanted to let go. Because as soon as you let go, he would be gone from your life again. The way he was holding onto you made you believe he had the same worry. You breathed in his scent like you used to do when you were this close. You hummed and pulled him closer, he still used the same cologne you loved.

Sebastian closed his eyes, imagining it was just the two of you in your own little world. He relished every second of this dance with you. Having you back in his arms felt right, like this was where you were always supposed to be.

“Excusez-moi? Sebastian, I’m getting tired. Would you like to walk me back to the dorms?” Amelie hiccupped, seeming to have had some drinks other students snuck in.

His eyes shot open and you tried to pull away quickly, but he grabbed your hand with a strong hold so you wouldn’t get too far. As the two of you looked at Amelie, you shook your hand from his grasp and cleared your throat. “Of course he would! Appreciate you letting me steal him away for a quick dance. Always great to catch up with an old friend. Goodnight, you two.”

Sebastian watched as you escaped to Ominis’ side, your vanishing warmth making him feel empty. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t leave things there and not speak to you for another year and a half. Dancing with you and holding you close would never have been enough to hold him over.

“You’ll have to guide me.” Amelie giggled, linking her arm in his. “This castle is a maze.”

“It can be. Would you excuse me one moment?” He slipped from Amelie’s grasp and ran to your side. He touched your elbow and your attention was back on him.

Your eyes widened at the gall Sebastian had to leave Amelie’s side. You already felt terrible she had to witness the two of you dancing the way you were, but truth be told she was probably too sozzled to notice. “Sebastian, you can’t just -”

“Meet me in the undercroft, I’ll be there shortly.”

“I can’t, I -” You gestured weakly to Ominis who was aware of everything that was happening.

“Please.” The rigor in his voice made it clear he wasn’t asking, then he returned to Amelie’s side.

You looked to Ominis, dumbstruck at Sebastian’s actions. “Ominis, you need to speak with him. Get him back to his senses.”

But Ominis only shook his head, “Meet with him.”

After all this time, you found yourself in the undercroft again. While you waited for Sebastian, you looked around, nostalgia washing over you. You found your way next to a wooden table covered in markings you hadn’t remembered seeing. Sebastian’s, Ominis’, and Anne’s names were all over, along with some carvings of stick figures. One of the carvings was a heart with yours and Sebastian’s initials. You rubbed your hand over your chest in hopes to slow down your rapid pulse. Then you ran your fingers over it.

His heart ached as he watched you. “I did that when you were recovering in the hospital wing. I was a mess.”

You startled slightly at his voice.

“A few weeks after we... well...” He looked down, kicking the dirt at his feet, wanting to change the subject. “We haven’t bumped into each other down here since fifth year, have we? How often do you come these days?” He asked, looking back up to you.

“Oh, I... I haven’t been in here since fifth year.”

“You haven’t?” A large part of him hurt at the thought of you leaving the undercroft behind.

You shook your head, eyes continuing to roam around the room. “No. This place was always yours, Ominis’, and Anne’s. Never mine.”

“I tried to make it yours too.”

You met his dispirited gaze, and you didn’t know how to respond. You turned away and began meandering around. “What is this about, Sebastian?” You hoped he would get on with it, this whole night had been torture. Watching him dance with Amelie and barely leave her side, you were thankful you had Ominis to lean on.

He took a step towards you. “I want to be in your life again.” He blurted.

Your heart picked up its pace again and you froze. It was exactly what you wanted to hear, but as much as you wanted to run and jump into his arms, you kept yourself in place. It wasn’t what was best for him.

“I want us again.” He said, taking another step towards you.

“Sebastian.” You sighed.

“Believe me when I say I’ve changed.” He began desperately. “I have no more temptations with the dark arts. Just ask Ominis! He’ll tell you how far I’ve come. I’m better now.”

You swallowed thickly in your throat. “But I’m not.” You confessed, barely above a whisper. You released a shaky breath and met his stare. “I am so proud to hear you’ve come far. Truly, I am. But I am still no good for you.” You glanced away from him then, unable to say it to his face. “I still use the unforgiveable curses... all the time.” You went tense at the admission, “These poachers Poppy and I come across, they conjure up something so monstrous in me, I -” You stopped yourself, not eager to explain further.

“I can help you.” He was by your side then. “I brought you into the dark arts. I can help get you out. My hatred for Ranrok’s loyalists? I was able to overcome that too.” He took your hand and pressed it to his chest. “You don’t know how far I’d go for this. I’m so in love with you it hurts. I can’t stand to see you and act like I don’t know you anymore.”

You shook your head at the overwhelming nature of it all, an unsteady exhale left your lips. The look on your face told him you were considering his words, and he couldn’t help but hold his breath. “Sebastian, if I pull you back to the dark arts, I’ll never forgive myself.”

“You won’t.” He brought the back of your hand to his lips. “I mean it when I say I’ve changed. Have a little confidence in me, will you?”

You bit your lip, and thought through everything that could go wrong if you went back to him. But him telling you he was in love with you had taken away all your resolve. All the warnings you usually chided yourself with were falling flat, not being at all effective like they used to be even just a moment ago. You nodded your head. “Okay.”

“Okay?” His eyes went wide, unable to believe it.

“Okay. And I love you too. So much, Sebastian.”

Sebastian picked you up and swung you in his arms, causing a boisterous laugh to spring out from inside you. He set you down and brought one hand up to cup your cheek, smashing his lips against yours. Being able to be with you like this again had him bursting at the seams with joy.

You kissed him back with just as much fervor. Your hands shot up to his hair and you gripped his locks between your fingers. He backed you up until you hit the wooden table you were looking at earlier. Without taking his lips off of yours he hoisted you up and positioned himself between your legs. He licked at your bottom lip and you opened your mouth partly for him to taste more of you. You let out a whimper, then you felt him press his front against yours. You gasped at the sudden feel of it and he made himself stop kissing you.

“I’m sorry.” He said breathlessly, forehead pressed to yours. “We don’t have to. I just couldn’t help myself. You just -” He buried his face into your neck and sighed, “Every time I see you, I go mad. I’ve missed you all this time and to finally have you here in my arms -”

You began to unbutton his shirt with delicate fingers. He pulled back and looked you into your eyes.

“A - Are you sure?”

You smiled at him and nodded your head, continuing to undo his buttons. He helped you shakily yet eagerly. Then he began to help you undress, covering you in comforting kisses as he did so. It was nerve-racking, undressing in front of each other for the first time. But you weren’t with just anyone in that moment, you were with Sebastian, and he was with you. The two of you were hopeful for the future, but in that moment neither of you cared what happened from then on. The two of you were ready, and you wanted be each other’s first.

You moved to the floor together, laying on your clothes, he covered your body with his. He leaned down to kiss you, his chest pressing against yours, and the feel of his skin was electrifying. You could feel his hardness pressed against you as you continued to hold each other, taking your time exploring one another in a way no one else had.

He shivered as you touched him, sighing your name against your lips. He dragged his fingers from your neck, lightly touching down your body, passed your waist, until he placed his hand between your thighs.

And right then, with the urgent need about to burst from both your cores, you knew there was no other place in the world you'd rather be. This ache you felt for each other left no room for doubt, this couldn’t have happened with anyone else, you were made for one another. You both were on the brink with each other’s touches, clueless how it could possibly feel better than it already had.

“I’m ready.” You whimpered.

Sebastian, eyes clouded with desire, nodded his head. You both adjusted until you fit each other perfectly, starting slow to get the hang of it, and eventually losing yourselves in one another in a tangle of limbs. You covered each other with kisses, licks, and even some bites as the need to melt into each other grew more and more. In those moments together, as your breaths and moans echoed throughout the undercroft, the only temptation presenting itself was each other, and it was pure bliss.

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Burning Eyes & Laughter // Aesop Sharp NSFW

A/N: I absolutely apologize for this unedited mess. It’s also a massive stray from my usual content but I just had to write one for my best friend around the anniversary of the games release. I know most of you follow me for Sebastian content and I’m working on updates for those, but this was a quick write for my favorite person. @strawberrypinky I absolutely adore you, and I dedicate this one to you.

This was using a Sharpuary prompt for today (which I was only made aware of via my favorite Potions professor loving girl 🤣) so if you want more content for this theme , the challenged was created by @ynyseira if you want to see the whole list. Also this is written to be whatever you prefer for insert: could be your OC, MC , yourself/ y/n (no judgement) and NO use of any of the above for whatever floats your boat the most. Just note it is AFAB for the ugh… *cough* content…. 😈

This was prompt 13. Alihotsy

Word count: 7k

Warnings : SMUT, mild dom tones (but still respectful), mentions of woman on top, swearing, character gets drugged with laughing potion

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Aesop Sharp had been surprised when a professor rivaling even his own level of grumpiness joined their staff replacing poor Eleazar Fig following the man’s untimely death. When the end of term concluded, and the students sent home, Aesop was looking forward to a few months without Garreth Weasleys constant mischief, monitoring Sebastian Sallow’s detentions and just the general rude chatter provided by the students. It’s not that he hated kids directly… just struggled with their lack of maturity at times.

When Phineas introduced a daughter of one of his friends - a young woman from a sacred 28 family who walked behind the man with annoyance even in her light footed steps- he had been… intrigued. This interest growing more so when Matilda informed the rest of the staff that the young woman was taking over for the late professor as the school’s Magical Theory educator.

The final nail in the coffin so to speak came in the form of the polite but formal greeting she seemed to share with one of the only colleagues he actively enjoyed : Dinah Hecat. Upon further listening - or perhaps it was eavesdropping - he discovered she too had worked for the Ministry of Magic, often dropping off dark artifacts at the Unspeakable office, thus crossing paths with Dinah.

It wasn’t until he was having the young woman stare in his direction, fire in her eyes as she raised an eyebrow he realized she had been talking to him.

“Pardon?” He asked coming to his senses as the woman actually had the gall to role her eyes at him before snapping.

“Can I help you?” She repeated, this time much firmer as he decided that perhaps the young woman, while having the appearance of a sweet and lovely maiden, was in fact much more nasty at heart than he could’ve imagined.

“No”, he said curtly before turning to Hecat trying to excuse himself from the conversation as not only had the woman’s reaction brought annoyance to him, but deep down he was growing embarrassed. He had been out of line to stare and put a listening ear to a conversation he was not a part of.

“Didn’t anyone ever educate you that it’s rude to stare?” She continued to berate him and despite knowing she had every right to do so.

“Bold of you to assume that I was staring at you Ma’am. If it is such an offense than perhaps I shall make amends with your husband for being so rude to his-“ he started, the formality he was accustomed to especially with wealthy pure blood families coming to light.

“You shall make your amends directly to me as I have no husband” she said once again with anger burning in her eyes. At her words she straightening, almost as if she was attempting to make herself taller.

In all his years he had yet to meet a woman her age from a family like hers who remained this way. Being a spinster was often reserved for half blooded families or those less wealthy.

Intriguing…

Despite finding her words to be interesting he couldn’t stop the natural response he often had to terse conversations like this. Aesop would like to blame it on the years of being an auror, dealing with less than pleasant dark witches and wizards, but when he looked back on his life he always tended to have a bit of an edge that was never shakable.

“Well perhaps if you did have a husband you would be much more agreeable. Excuse me.” Aesop said, straightening to full height and forcing the pain in his leg to quiet as much as possible so he could stomp away without giving allusions to his limp.

The gasps leaving the staff members behind him initially being the only thing he heard, that was until her splintered tone muttered “cantankerous bastard” with a scoff.

Aesop Sharp wasn’t proud of the small flame that started burning in his soul at hearing her open rebellion to his brash actions…

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Whoever said that first impressions don’t matter surely hadn’t been in the room the day the potions professor first met the Magic Theory replacement. Ever since that moment they had been the definition of “water” and “oil”. Often exploding at each other in staff meetings and angrily squabbling as they planned their lessons in the library.

As much as Aesop tried to blame his frustrating with children on their lack of maturity, he certainly continued to find himself reporting to such immature when trying to rile up the new professor. The woman, over a decade his junior and nearly half his size in stature carried a spitfire soul that continued to plague him when he was in his quarters alone at night.

He found observing that inferno take hold in her eyes as she stared him down as she lashed out in retaliation to be something more intoxicating than the most expensive whiskeys he had ever consumed. The anger within her pulling him in like a sire luring sailors to shore. Essentially, he’d grown addicted to making her angry purely for the reaction she provided while fuming.

If someone had told him that into his forties Aesop would be harassing a younger woman solely to see the rise out of her he’d have assumed them to be a liar. Yet, here he found himself stomping by her bedchambers, intentionally causing more noise than inherently necessary as he did so during the early hours of the morning. Knowing Abraham had returned home for the weekend he had little qualms of making the noise as they were the only two professors on this floor. And when she didn’t come bounding out to scold him, Aesop decided to take it a tiny bit further, intentionally dropping a book onto the floor right outside her door, despite knowing that it would be a pain to pick up.

When the wooden door flew open and she looked at him ready to draw blood he knew it had all been worth it.

“Merlin’s bloody ballsack!” The woman shouted, and despite her toned down attire and frustration he was almost surprised as she took one look at him directly outside her door and still bent down to retrieve the book. Despite her obvious annoyance with him, he wondered why she still felt the need to reach down and collect his fallen book. Inside he hoped that perhaps she didn’t fully hate him - even going as far to worry about him following over with his aliment - but when she stood back at full height again she instantly took to berating him.

“What in Salazar’s name are you doing loudly stomping through the halls and dropping things right outside my door in the middle of the night? Honestly Sharp, this is getting out of line. It’s one thing to fight during the days, but to bother me when I’m alone is entirely another. I thought you were Peeves acting a fool, turns out you’ve decided to bring your childish antics into inappropriate hours as well. Not only is is just rude but it’s shameful knowing I could’ve come out indecent-“ she chastised in such a fast tone he was almost impressed with her ability to angrily yell at him so quickly without taking a breath.

He caught the part about her possibly coming out indecent and the thought alone made his mind wander as he stood there, mouth agape all the while the young woman continued to yell at him. In her attempt to thrust the book back into his hands she dropped the arm wrapped around her abdomen, which was acting to keep her robe closed. As this happened he got a decent enough glance at her night-slip and as his eyes once again darted back up Aesop Sharp realized he had regretfully been caught gawking at the tiny sliver of indecency she accidentally had flashed.

“You are a swine Aesop Sharp!” She yelled promptly slamming the door in his face hard enough it echoed through the entire staff ward.

“You’re the least agreeable woman I’ve been privy to encounter!” he responded though the door, turning on his heel as he began the ascent towards his own room and when he made it to the next floor he was met with the floating smirk of Peeves.

Who would have thought

the potions man does indeed have a heart…

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“This is getting quite ridiculous you two both have to admit” Matilda said with a frustrated sigh.

The young woman paced the floor while he leaned against the wall. The deputy headmistress had regretfully begun receiving complaints not just from other members of the staff, but even hearing from students how much the potions professor and the newest staff member were struggling to get along. Thus leading to one of the more awkward interventions she’d been forced to have in her career as an educator.

“I will not tolerate fighting amongst my staff. It is a shameful look, especially to our students, when two of our educators cannot act cordial” Matilda said with a frustrated sigh.

Just as Aesop moved to apologize to Professor Weasley a small house elf he’d seen on occasion apparatus into the room startling the pair of quarreling professors.

“Professor Weasley, I have made all the arrangements you asked” he informed her as he stood on the woman’s desk.

“Thank you Deek. Would you be willing to meet them in the astronomy tower corridor?” She asked the elf who only nodded before leaving once more.

“I have asked Deek to assist you both in searching the room of requirement. The headmaster would like specific items currently stored for an alumni event coming up. Considering you both cannot get along I figured this would provide you both ample opportunity to either get out all the anger you have away from students or perhaps even come to a middle ground,” Professor Weasley spoke.

Thats how Aesop found himself in the dark and cramped storage configuration of the room of requirement with the woman he found so attractive yet incredibly infuriating.

“I’m going to look over that way for those wizard chess boards and awards, come and find me when you’ve finished looking for the quidditch trophies” she said with an annoyed sigh and abandoning him before he had the opportunity to say no.

“Hobbling down the crowded walkways of the room he eventually made it to a broom rack surrounded by trophies. It wasn’t until he got closer he saw it.

Amongst all the relics associated with the schools only sport, he found a framed photo of someone recognizable. As he came closer he realized why. There, holding the quidditch cup was the woman he had found to frequently be on his mind. She was happy as she sat amongst the shoulders of other teammates, holding the hand of another woman as they held the cup high. Underneath the text read:

1880 Slytherin Quidditch Cup Winners

As he kept reading he found two familiar names. The woman in the room with him, along with another name he had heard before. Gaunt. Noctua Gaunt

Against his better nature Aesop Sharp found himself putting the small framed photo in his coat pocket for later as he heard her footsteps.

“Find what you were looking for?” She asked, tense but not the fully rude tone he’d grown accustomed to.

“Not quite. There’s much in here to get distracted by” he admitted as he turned back to look for the items he came for. Someday he’d ask her about the photo but for now, he’d just be content with the proof she had the ability to be happy.

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“How dare you?!” She said as she stormed through his office door during a free period.

“We’ve been over this before, if you were more agreeable and spoke like the adult you claim to be perhaps we could come to a common ground sensibly” he told her with an eye roll.

“I will approach you with sensibility when you learn how to be sensible” she snapped as her arms came to her chest as they crossed.

“What am I being accused of this time?” He responded with an unimpressed tone.

“I was just informed that you refuse to allow accommodations to one of your students despite being told by the headmaster to do so” she explained and suddenly he knew what she was referring to.

“Mr Gaunt is perfectly capable to preform in class without the aforementioned accommodations. Asking for such is unreasonable ” he told her knowing that she held a soft spot for the boy.

“Making him guess what potion ingredients he’s adding is cruel, not to mention dangerous” she retorted and he scoffed.

“So I am to allow special treatment for all my students? Or perhaps only advantage those you hold sentiment towards?” He asked her with a scowl.

“This has nothing to do with my connection to Omi-Mr Gaunt” she corrected herself as she tried not to think about her friendship with his late Aunt. Letting a small ounce of vulnerability show she sighed as for the first time she tried to speak to the man in a calm manner. “It’s not advantaging him, it’s purely making sure he’s not at a disadvantage compared to his classmates”

He tried to remember what had even been asked to help the young man. A way to identify his ingredients?

“How does Mr. Gaunt normally read?” He asked her.

“With his wand…” she trailed of knowing that to ask for usage of a wand during potions examinations was unreasonable.

“Before he got a wand?” He asked her.

“We uh-“ she once again looked down unsure before clearing her throat to say, “he knows brail”

“Then I can arrange for ingrient bottles for him alone to use with brail on the labels. It will be on Mr. Gaunts accord to make sure prior to an examination that I confirm they are suitable to use. Is this agreeable?” He asked her.

“Yes” she told him, turning on her heel to leave. As she did so she looked over her shoulder briefly to say, “thank you Mr. Sharp” then leaving before he had a chance to reply.

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For the most part not much had changed after their one pleasant interaction. If one could call it pleasant that is. Aesop certainly did. Ever since then, it felt as if the young woman had intentionally been avoiding him. Every attempt he made to rile her up, ignored. He hardly saw her in the dining hall or in the corridors. Or was almost as if the young woman had vanished completely.

Aesop tried not to let it bother him - in many ways it was good for his jobs sake that he wasn’t tempted by her immaturity - but a large part of him was starting to miss the anger behind her beautiful eyes.

“So I have gotten less complaints of a certain professor and you as of late? Am I to understand the matter has been resolved?” Matilda asked him as she stood in the entry way of his office. She had come to discuss more punishment options for Garreth as the boy had yet again stole from his stores to blow up another cauldron. After which the conversation shifted to his frustration with the Magic theory professor.

At her inquiry he was reminded of their last encounter. He has yet again caught her in her night gown. This time it had actually been on accident as Peeves the poltergeist stole from his art room and was parading through the wing as he yelled after the entity of chaos. This woke the woman up as she stormed out of her room in yet another silk slip ready to draw blood. Before he could actually apologize for seeing her in such a state she snapped as she retreated into her room and he followed closely behind, pounding on her door until she opened up, this time covered but entirely flustered.

“What is it Sharp?” She hissed through clenched teeth.

“I was trying to apologize before you rudely took off” he huffed out.

“I was rude? I’m not the one staring at a woman in an improper state!” She countered and he laughed, once again setting that fire he’d missed.

“Perhaps if you stopped opening the door in these improper states it wouldn’t be an issue” he spoke with a smile as he turned to leave, not bothering to turn around, but from the way he didn’t hear her door close until he rounded the flight of stairs he knew he had left her speechless.

“Well?” Matilda Weasley asked breaking him out of his memory.

“I believe your prize new faculty member seems to be avoiding me” he responded honestly.

The older woman sighed in annoyance. “I really had hoped you two could get along. She has such a similar background to you. She often worked with both the Auror program and Dinah’s department. It’s a value to have such a person her. I hoped you could come together and better prepare those students who seek that lifestyle. Especially in encouraging those students whose family’s expect little to no career of challenge with such fortunes to fall back on. You both could lead by example. If I recall your parents wanted you to be a pencil pusher like your father Aesop, and you were adamant about taking your own path” she explained.

“What does that woman know of choosing to leave such expectations. She relied on her family name to get a job here? Connections through Phineas. And any ministry job -“ he tried to argue but the red head cut him off.

“She was nearly forced into marriage at such a young age like most pure blooded girls and she resisted it. She made a career. That is nearly unheard of with the sacred 28, especially those with close ties to the house you both called home while here” Matilda alluded to the common lifestyle of pure blooded families with obsession in maintaining that status.

“Matilda you’ve met the woman, I suspect she sent any suitor her father picked running for the highlands” he grumpily responded.

“Regardless I had hoped you both would find some common ground after you reached an agreement in assisting Mr. Gaunt” she said.

“I have hardly seen her since. She’s the one avoiding me. If anyone is to blame it’s her” he tried to reason with the deputy headmistress.

“Perhaps it is you who needs to extend the olive branch then. You are older and usually wiser than this Aesop. Yet when this woman is involved you resort to such childish manners and antics.” She told him.

Perhaps Matilda is right.

“How do you suggest I even do that?” He asked her.

“I had picked up some wine last time I was in Hogsmeade since I know she’s struggled to acclimate. I would like you to deliver it and perhaps you can apologize for any unsavory behavior as you both attempt to make bygones by bygones” she explained and he sighed.

“Fine. I shall take it to her” he said grabbing the bottle from her and grumbling as he began the long walk to the woman’s classroom.

When he finally made it to the secluded classroom he walked inside to find her with Ominis Gaunt and his friend Sebastian Sallow, as the three were going over material.

“This really is out of my wheelhouse Mr. Sallow, you really should reach out to Professor Sharp on your potion related questions. I am quite dreadful at them -“ she admitted and upon hearing her words he straightened up as he cleared his throat.

“What is it Mr. Sallow?” He asked, startling them all as the three heads turned around towards his direction.

Aesop watched as the boys eyes darted from his to the other professor and she gave the brunette a reassuring nod before he relented.

“I needed more practice with some of the seventh year brews. I want to make sure my application to the Auror program is perfect and there’s a few potions I am really struggling to master. Anne was always the potioneer, not me” he admitted aloud.

“Perhaps if you stayed out of detention you would have more time to work on honing your craft-“ he started as the woman gave him an angered stare over the two students head.

“If you can manage to stay out of detention Mr. Sallow, then perhaps I might find myself staying after hours on the rare occasion to go over some of these particular brews” he further explained as shock crossed the young man’s face.

“I- thank you Professor Sharp” he said. Aesop nodded at the boy before turning towards the professor.

“Might I have a word?” He asked her and she nodded.

“Perhaps you boys can swing by after dinner for me to go over this again? I appreciate you both recounting in better detail about your… experience” she said softly as the boys nodded and left her.

Before Sharp had an opportunity to speak she closed the door to her classroom, muttering out “thank you”. The words held just as much vulnerability as the day she’d last spoken them.

“What for?”

“For offering to help young Mr. Sallow” she explained.

“You mean to thank me for doing my job?” He asked.

“Working after hours to help a student isn’t necessary.” She reasoned.

“No I suppose it isn’t. Yet you find yourself helping him” sharp pointed out.

“I dare say he was helping me more than I’ve helped him…” she explained sadly and instead of pressing he merely reached into his enchanted long coats pocket to retrieve the bottle and the reason he had hobbled up here.

“Matilda asked me to bring this” he said bluntly.

“Oh, thank you. If I’d known she left it with you I’d have stopped by on my way to the library so you didn’t have to walk all the way here-“

“I am not incapable” he responded curtly.

“I - I know that. I still feel guilty you walked all the way here on my behalf” she explained.

“It wasn’t entirely on your behalf” he explained.

“What do you mean?”

“How else would I have offered to tutor Mr. Sallow?” He asked rhetorically.

“What really bringing you here?” She asked skeptically.

“I wanted to make sure you were alright. To be frank I’ve been worried with the lack of fire and brimstone exploding about the castle in your small form” he explained and she scoffed.

“I can assure you I’m fine-“

“You know, your eyes tell a different story” he explained as the words slipped through his lips before he could stop them.

Expecting her to be angry he was almost taken aback when her cheeks flushed red before she swallowed hardly and the fear in her eyes was replaced by that fire he knew.

“Perhaps you should spend less time worrying over my eyes” she said, turning to go up to her office, bottle in hand.

“Unlikely when they so often contain daggers seeking to strike me down” he told her as she scoffed.

“The door is behind you Sharp” she called over her shoulder as she entered her office at the back of the classroom and he couldn’t help but smile as he heard the small smirk in her voice.

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It wasn’t that much later when he heard it. The smooth melodic sound filled the hall leading to his classroom as his ears perked like a dog discovering something.

Rushing to stand he begun hearing voices as well.

“Hurry Ominis!” He recognized the voice of Sebastian Sallow just before the fellow Slytherin called out.

“I’m doing the best I can, she is heavier than she looks and I’m walking blind without my wand” the boy hissed.

Both voices were nearly drowned out by the sound that had caught his attention in the first place: laughter.

Sweet, rich, deep laughter.

Unlike anything he heard before he quickly flung open his office door to see both the young men with their arms holding up the poor unfortunate woman.

Her body writhed as the uncontrollable laugher continued to pour past her lips and her cheeks collected the tears that spilled from her eyes. And although she was laughing he could see it there: anger in her eyes.

“What in Merlin’s name?” He asked as he begun searching for it. He knew he had Glumbumble somewhere in his stores. Treacle could relief the laughing potion she’d obviously been slipped.

“We came back after dinner and found her like this we swear professor. She couldn’t move. She has likely been this way for hours” Sebastian explained as he set the woman down on one of the desks, holding her up the best he could as she continued to lean forward, doubling over.

Professor Sharp watched as the other Slytherin stood nearby, anxiety plastered on his features as he turned to him.

“Mr Sallow I need you to help me find the antidote. This is a perfect opportunity to practice some of that potions knowledge. What plant causes uncontrollable laughter?” He asked, gently guiding the shoulders of Ominis towards the woman to hold her upright as he took the opportunity to educate.

“Uh… alihosty sir” Sebastian said after a moment of thinking.

“Good. And what plant reverses the effects of Alihosty?” He asked.

“It’s…” the boy looked back over his shoulder at the young professor who was still crying through the laughter and suddenly his eyes lit up. “Glumbumble!” Sebastian said quickly taking off in the direction of the store room and grabbing a vial.

“Mr. Gaunt this shouldn’t take long, but please do not let our friend here fall to the floor” he explained as he begun instructing Sebastian through brewing the potion.

What the students and the woman didn’t know, was that he had the potion already brewed in his office for such emergencies. And his intentions hadn’t been in the vain of education either. He simply wanted to keep hearing the woman’s laughter, as it was the closest he’d been to seeing her happy since she arrived. Something about it warmed his heart despite the horrible situation that had brought about it.

It wasn’t long before he had the potion and was forcing the young men out since it was nearing curfew. Both of them looked sad as he slammed his classroom door in their faces without knowledge of their new favorite professor’s condition.

Walking back towards her, he knew she likely couldn’t hold the vial on her own, so he steadied her face with one hand, leaning her cheek back until she was looking upward. Gently bringing his thumb to holding her lips open, the sound of laughter still filling the air, he tipped it back, as he quickly used his hand to close her mouth so she could swallow them removing himself.

Her skin had been much warmer than he had anticipated but he knew that once the potion took effect she’d been out for blood. Not that he could entirely blame her. He would be furious in her shoes as well. Whoever it was that slipped her a laughing poison was going to get an earful from him.

Walking into his office he anticipated her lashing simple due to him being the only person around to receive it. After a few seconds just that happened.

“This is a new low even for you Sharp!” She said storming in behind him as she wrapped her arms around her sore abdomen.

“I’m not following. I’m the one who just helped you” he explained.

“After you poisoned me” she scoffed.

“How on earth would I even do that?” He asked and she raised a brow.

“The wine!” She shouted and suddenly he remembered that Matilda had him deliver the bottle. But there’s no way the woman would’ve slipped a new professor a laughing potion, certainly not one that strong.

Regardless he still responded in anger to the accusation. “How dare you accuse me of such. I would never dare slip something into a young woman’s drink” he seethed at her insinuation despite knowing she had every right to question it. It didn’t stop his stubbornness from taking over.

She stepped further until their chests were nearly pressed together as she poked her finger into his lapel and continued “you haven’t liked me the moment I arrived. You have made my time here miserable. You were the one who gave me the poisoned wine. It’s not looking good for you Aesop” she spat and he immediately felt his blood begin to pump at hearing her use his first name and not his surname for the first time.

“Say it again” he said as he stared down at her. That inferno he so deeply coveted in her eyes burning more than it ever had as he told her to repeat it.

The young woman mistook his request to mean the accusation as she once again repeated it, this time with the additional words “you don’t want me as an enemy Aesop”

At hearing her venomed usage of his name he growled, stepped forward once more as she continued to hold her ground.

“You are so insufferable gorgeous when you are angry you know that?!” He nearly screamed at her, watching as confusion crossed her features. Her brow softened before once again her expression hardened.

“I hardly think it matters at the current moment Sharp-“ she started and he stopped her, as his body seemingly reacted before his brain could process. Grabbing the young woman’s waist he gripped her tightly, hauling her into him as he stared her down.

“Of course it matters” he told her through clenched teeth and once again he saw her waiver. She tried to step back and he tightened his hold once more as she looked up at him.

“Aesop-“ her tone much softer and nervous than it was previously as she had said his name and he finally let go of the tense of his forearms, loosening his hold on her.

“If you want to go you’re free to” he told her as he allowed her the ability to remove herself from his arms.

Suddenly as if putting together all the pieces he realized that perhaps he hadn’t been so angry at her presence. It wasn’t frustration at her antics. It was lust driving him to act this way. This is why he felt the need to take her portrait from the room of requirement. This was why he always harassed her to get a rise. As he came to putting together the pieces, it seemed she did so as well.

No longer behaving like a brute he reached a hand up to cup her cheek as gently as he could.

Your laughter has got to be the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.

He wasn’t sure who moved first, but he quickly became aware as the young woman’s lips met his harshly. Soon he was walking backwards to his desk, her hands pulling his hair as he clutched her waist.

The sudden movement caused him to almost fall over as he wasn’t expecting it and she actually giggled as their kiss broke and he caught himself on his desk. Sliding up as he sat slightly, she pressed herself into his tall frame and resumed their kiss as he tried to wrap his mind around the exchange.

A part of him knew they should stop. Despite being after hours anyone could walk in and this was hardly appropriate. However finally kissing the woman he’d been so entranced by all year superseded his rationale.

Aesop nipped at the young woman’s lip as she eagerly opened her mouth so their tongues could unify themselves in a dance. At the feeling of her warm appendage against his own he couldn’t help but groan as he placed his large hand against the small curve of her waist.

Soon she broke apart, breathless as she looked up at him with a confused mix of emotions.

“Where is this heading?” She asked him as she gripped his jackets lapel in one hand and steadied herself against him with the other.

“Do you wish to stop?” He asked, wanting confirmation she truly did want this as it wouldn’t be right to force himself upon such a woman.

“No it’s just…” she trailed off and he leaned forward, seeking her eyes as he saw an unreadable look within their depths.

“What is it?” He asked her gently, his hand taking root along her cheek as he sought out an answer.

“I just do not wish for you to grow soft simply because, well, whatever this is” she frustratingly said and he took a moment to process her words before realizing that she enjoyed the banter, she enjoyed the frustration. She enjoyed his fire.

Chuckling darkly he pulled her closer this time with much more of the force he had used initially and told her “I can assure you that I am hardly soft at the moment…” he said, knowing that while crossing the line or crass she would probably enjoy such a statement.

The return of that glint in her eyes being confirmation.

“Turn around” he told her as he let her go.

“What?” She asked.

“Turn around” he repeated as she arched an eyebrow. Suddenly a smirk crossed her face and just as he had reignited the spark in her eyes she lit his own by bringing the immature routine back to the forefront.

“I’m not sure…” she teased and he once again reached forward, grabbing her hips as he forced her to face his desk, loving the sound of the chuckle passing through her lips at his rough nature.

“When I tell you to do something, you do it” he hissed in her ear and he felt the small tremor run up her spine as she pressed herself into him without responding it.

“Do you understand?” He asked her and she didn’t respond at first but when he bit her earlobe and she once again pushed herself back into his dominating frame she shook her head yes.

“Yes…” she whispered and she chuckled in her ear after gently licking the place he had bit.

“Yes what…?” He asked her.

“Yes sir..?” She asked him, unsure that’s what he wanted to hear.

“Aesop” he told her as he slowly reached a hand down to start lifting her long skirt upwards. At this her hips bucked slightly and he smirked as he watched her hands go down to help him lifting the thick material over her waist.

“I’ve got it…” he cooed as she dropped her hands and let him lift the skirt up.

“Yes sir” she whispered and he pushed her forward slightly.

“Try again” he told her and she hitched her breath, contemplating for a moment before she once again said “yes sir”

This caused him to push her forward, her bottom only covered now by undergarments as her skirt had been pushed over her waist. Her stomach laid flat on the desk as he bent her over his workspace. Once again leaning down into her ear, he frustratingly said “you’re such a brat” through clenched teeth as he reached a hand back to begin unbuckling his trousers while holding her lower back.

The girl let out a slight whine at his taunting as her hips bucked backwards seeking his.

“You want this don’t you? Want me to take you over my desk? Teach you a lesson?” He asked as he finally removed himself from his trousers and underclothes as he pushed them down to his knees.

His cock stood upright between them and he waited for her to continue.

“Yes…” she said as her cheek laid flat upon his desk.

Slowly he began to slip her underclothes down her thighs, revealing the globes of her ass to him as he reached around to feel if she was aroused. Sure enough his finger easily slid into her hole, coated in her wetness.

“Yes what?” He once again asked

“Yes Aesop” she whispered and as a reward for being such a good girl he pulled her into his frame as he shoved himself inside.

The young woman let out a shrill noise as he easily plunged within her walls, holding her close as he began to buck in and out of her.

“So perfect” he praised her as she continued to push herself back the best she could, trying to produce friction for the both of them to enjoy.

The lewd sounds filling the air as his body continued to make contact with hers. The slapping of bare skin against bare skin and the wet squelching of her cunt taking his cock mixed with the sounds of their joined moaning.

For the first time in years Aesop Sharp felt as if he was burning alive in the best possible way.

The woman’s cries growing louder and louder as he slapped his hand over her mouth while pounding into her harder.

“Shhhhh… wouldn’t want anyone to find you with my cock buried within you now would we?” He asked her as she shook her head and he let go, watching over her shoulder as the woman took her bottom lip between her teeth and continued the muffled sounds.

Suddenly the grip on his manhood began to grow more intense as she seemingly grew closer and closer to release, him climbing right along side of her.

“That’s right, keep taking me” he praised and she sighed, rolling her head back against his shoulder as he fought to hold them both up. Her hips began to move uncontrollably as he held on, his hand firmly against her waist as he tried to steady her wonton movements.

“Let go my little spitfire…” he told her and with that she let out a shrill noise and sobbed as she collapsed back on his desk. Not even a second later he exploded within her, his cock painting a masterpiece inside her inner walls as he flooded her with release, before collapsing onto her back.

His nose found the skin of her nape as he caught his breath and removed himself so he wouldn’t crush her. Almost like an injured animal she pushed herself up and pulled her skirt back down as he tucked himself back into his pants.

They both looked to one another as the list filled moment wore off but the smell of sex continued to linger in the room.

“I apologize” he said after a moment, shake filling him as he realized what he had done.

“For?” She asked as she placed a hand to her forehead.

“For how ive acted all year. I’ve provoked you instead of being honest about how I felt… also that was wildly inappropriate” he admitted.

“It was inappropriate… but I quite enjoyed it” she admitted with a smirk as she turned to him.

Reaching forward she put an arm around his shoulder tentatively as he looked at her in shock before he put his hand on the small of her back.

“Well… I would be lying if I say I also didn’t enjoy that” he admitted. The young woman turned to face him as she smiled and pushed his hair out of his eyes. She looked at him, her eyes searching his dark ones for something before she whispered out, “did you mean it?”

“Mean what?” His eyebrows drew as he spoke.

“what you said… about my laugh?” She asked him and he smiled as he unwound himself from her affections to walk over to a small chest in his office, grabbing a vial before handing it to her.

Upon reading its contents she gasped then turned to him with the annoyed gleam in her eye he’d grown to enjoy as she smacked his shoulder.

“I knew you had one brewed!” She snapped as he laughed.

“You wanted me to teach young Sallow… it’s partly your fault…” he explained as she set down the vial on his desk and groaned into his neck while he began to laugh harder.

“You are still a pig you know that?” She said into his skin as he pulled her tighter, knowing that whatever this was blossoming into was quite lovely….

Aesop Sharp did allow the woman to take out her frustrations over the already brewed remedy as she bounced on his cock in his desk chair while refusing to allow him to grab her unclothed breasts like he wanted. Not that he’d complain.

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As the pair of them slipped into the faculty tower that night they were met with the sight of one Professor Weasley outside the door with her nephew.

“My nephew would like to apologize for trying to test a laughing brew on a wine he didn’t realize was meant to be a gift” she spoke sternly as she held the boys shoulders.

Aesop simply looked to the boy and back at the slightly dishelved young woman with a shrug before turning towards Matilda to say “accidents happen, everything was alright. Don’t you agree Miss?” He asked the young witch accompanying him.

“It’s alright Garreth. That’s quite a powerful brew. Compliments” she said turning to leave.

Matilda watched as the two professors slipped inside the faculty tower before she turned to her nephew and passed him a few galleons.

“finally see those two… resolved their differences. Thank you garreth” she told him before pushing him off the stairs to his own common room. As she walked by the newest staff members quarters she tried not to smile as she heard the muffled conversation between the woman and Professor Sharp about going to Hogsmeade that weekend.

They really do say that laughter is the best medicine… and in this case perhaps the remedy…

THE END

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thenerdykneazle · 6 months

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A Win

Summary: Sebastian has a creative interpretation of who won your last duel.

A few lines in reference to S1 E12 of Community.

Sebastian Sallow x F!MC

Word count: 2767

Warnings: Mature content (not super explicit but definitely sexual), 7th year, aged-up characters

Seventh year was gruelling. There was easily twice as much homework as sixth year. Every class was overly complicated and utterly confusing. You lived in constant fear of NEWTs that loomed over the end of the year. You rarely even got time for adventuring or kicking dark wizards’ arses. Your one saving grace was Crossed Wands. You duelled every single week. This month, you and Sebastian had been facing off one-on-one. He had won the second duel, but you won the first and the third. The two of you would get very intense, and it seemed like half the school would come to watch.

Your fourth match was particularly rousing. You had each landed spells that had you feeling rough. Sebastian hit you square-on with a blasting curse. You had banished him into one of the stone walls before slicing his arm with a severing charm he couldn’t quite roll out of the way of in time. There were several basic casts that had various parts of your bodies stinging. Finally, as Sebastian dodged an exploding charm, you caught him with a summoning charm. It hit him on the ankle and dragged him feet-first toward you. From the shock of it, you held onto the charm a bit too long and Sebastian slid into you just as you disarmed him. The impact knocked you on top of him, though you caught yourself enough to keep from headbutting his face.

You had still ended up lying on top of him, though. You held your torso up with one hand on the ground and the other on his chest. He had let out a grunt when you landed, as your hand slamming his chest knocked the wind out of him.

He gave you a crooked smile as your cheeks flamed red. “So, how’s your Sunday going?” he asked.

You chuckled as you pushed yourself to your feet. He was sad to have you leave him so soon. He so rarely got to be close to you lately. He missed being huddled next to you as you sneaked into the restricted section or up to an Ashwinder camp.

You reached a hand down to help Sebastian up, which he gladly took.

Lucan declared you the winner of the duel since you had disarmed and pinned Sebastian. “That was brilliant!” he said. The fifth-year looked up at your with stars in his eyes.

“Thanks, Lucan,” you replied with a smile.

“Maybe you could help me with the banishing charm sometime?” he asked hopefully.

You gave him an amused smile. “Sure thing! After I get patched up, though, okay?”

He gave you an enthusiastic nod before trotting off to his friends.

You and Sebastian limped off toward the Undercroft after talking with your friends and other classmates about the duel. “We’re 2 and 2 now,” Sebastian said as you entered the secret room.

You looked at him, your brow furrowed in confusion. “I think you need to check your maths on that one, Sallow,” you said.

He smirked at you like he knew something you didn’t. “I don’t think so,” he replied. He leaned in so close to you that his lips were nearly brushing your ear. “Anytime you’re on top of me, it’s a win.”

His warm breath fanned over your neck, sending a shiver through you. You could feel your whole face go red. Sebastian was often a shameless flirt, and you knew it was because he loved getting a reaction out of you. He pulled his head back to observe if his words had the desired effect. He smirked as he observed your flushed cheeks.

“Do, erm, do you have a, uh, wiggenweld? I forgot to grab some before the duel,” you said, stammering as you tried to recollect your thoughts.

“Of course, I do,” he said with a grin. “Unlike you, apparently, I came prepared.” He produced two bottles of the green liquid from his robe pocket. He handed you one of them. He held his up for you to cheers. You clinked the bottles together before downing the potions.

You sighed in relief as the aches faded from your body. “Thank you. That’s much better,” you said.

He looked down at you with a worried expression. “I didn’t hurt you too badly, did I?”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re the one who went flying into the wall and got dragged across the floor. I should probably be asking you that,” you replied.

“I just want to be sure you’re okay,” he said sincerely.

You couldn’t help but melt a bit at the way he fretted over you. The worried look in his big, brown eyes always softened you up immediately. The way he was still standing so close to you made your knees feel like you were recovering from a jelly-legs jinx. Sebastian’s hands came to rest on your waist as he continued to stare down at you. You could see every freckle on his face in perfect detail from the proximity. Your eyes lingered for a moment on his lips. They looked soft and inviting. Sebastian noticed your gaze, and it made his breath hitch. His teeth sank into his lower lip as he looked down at you with half-lidded eyes.

“I also really want to kiss you,” he admitted.

You slapped him on the arm. “Stop joking around,” you said, rolling your eyes again. You tried to step out of his grasp, but his grip on your waist tightened as he pulled you back toward him. He brought you even closer than you had been, and you gasped a bit as your body was pulled flush against his, knocking roughly into him. You looked back up at him with a questioning expression. He liked to rile you up, but he didn’t usually hold you captive.

“I’m not joking,” he said in a husky voice. His face was so close to yours that you could feel the warmth of his breath hit your cheeks as he spoke. He brushed a stray lock of your hair back off your cheek, letting his hand come to rest on the smooth skin.

You were certain he could feel your heart pounding in your chest as it was pressed against his. You had half a mind to close the precious few centimetres between your mouths yourself, but you were still fairly certain he would pull away laughing any second now. The thought kept you from leaning into the comforting warmth of his hand on your cheek.

You just continued to stare up at him, wide-eyed and frozen in place. Your hands hung limp at your sides. It was certainly not the reaction Sebastian had expected, and he began to panic. “Merlin, I…I thought you felt the same,” he said apologetically. “I’ve misread your kindness as something more. I’m truly sorry.”

The brushes of your hand against his. The stolen glances. The lingering hugs. He had not misread any of it. He was quite right about your feelings toward him. You snapped out of your daze as he began to pull away from you with his gaze lowered to the floor. Your hand bolted up to pull his back to your cheek.

His eyes met yours again as he gave you the questioning look this time.

“Ask me,” you whispered as you stroked your thumb over the back of his hand.

His confusion deepened for a moment before his eyebrows raised in realization. His tongue ran over his lips, leaving behind an enticing sheen on the pink skin. His gaze was intense when you met his eyes once again. It was as if he could see into your mind – or perhaps your heart. His voice was gruff when he spoke up. “May I kiss you?”

“Yes,” you breathed out.

He leaned in slowly, using his hand still on your cheek to guide you to him as well. His lips met yours in a soft embrace, and you could neither anticipate nor prevent the small whine that left your throat. Hearing the needy noise escape your lips sent his blood rushing south. He felt feral, and he could only barely resist ravaging you right then. He had wanted this for so long. He could hardly believe it was finally happening.

His kisses turned hard and desperate as he moaned against your lips. His grip on your hip was bruising as he backed you up against one of the stone walls of the Undercroft. You clung to his back to keep yourself steady as he walked you backwards. The cold wall on your back was a stark contrast to the heat radiating off the man pressed against you.

The kiss was dizzying, though that could have been from how long it had been since you had taken a breath. Sebastian broke the kiss to focus his attention on your jaw. You gasped the cool air of the underground room into your lungs. He continued to trail to kisses along your jaw and then down the side of your neck, nuzzling into your silky skin as he went. He found a particularly sensitive spot above your collar bone, having tugged your shirt out of his way, and you let out an unhindered moan at the pleasure his lips were giving you.

He moaned back at you as he ground his hips into yours. His hands had begun roaming over your body, running up and down your arms and over your back and hips. “Merlin, you sound obscene, love,” he rasped. “It’s quite sexy.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “I could tell,” you quipped before bucking your hips up against his, pressing your core to his very obvious erection.

He whimpered at the friction. “You’re playing a dangerous game, darling,” he warned, sliding his hands down over your arse and pulling you tighter against him.

You gasped as his length pressed harder against you.

Sebastian quickly pulled back to look at you. “Are you all right? Did…did I hurt you?” he asked nervously. Despite all the dangerous places he had dragged you, he was always concerned about hurting you. It was a bit ironic, though you still found it sweet.

“I’m fine,” you assured him, bringing a hand to his cheek to sooth him. “It felt, um, quite good, actually.” The burning heat of embarrassment had returned to your cheeks.

Sebastian smiled meekly. “I like making you feel good,” he said, stepping closer to you again. He wrapped his arms around you and held you against him. “I never want to hurt you again.”

“You didn’t hurt me, Sebastian. Really,” you insisted.

Sebastian stared down at the floor as he spoke. “I did, though…” he said. “I–Not just now, but…in the Scriptorium.” He glanced at you as if begging you not to make him elaborate further.

“Sebastian,” you said softly. “That was years ago. And we were in dire circumstances. I’ve never held that against you. You even offered to take the curse yourself, but you know Ominis and I didn’t want to cast it.”

He nodded but didn’t reply. A few tears had started slipping down his cheeks.

“Oh, Seb,” you said, doing your best to wipe them away. They had started falling more quickly.

“I’m still so sorry,” he said in a broken voice before clinging to you tightly. You embraced him just as tightly in return. “I caused you so much pain, and I don’t deserve your friendship, let alone your affections.”

“Even if you believe that, surely you can see that you’re not the same person you were two years ago,” you said. You rubbed your hand up and down his back in an attempt to sooth him. He only sobbed harder, though.

He held onto you like his life depended on it. His grip was on the verge of making it difficult to breathe, but you wouldn’t dare complain. Sebastian had buried his face in the side of your neck, repeatedly muttering apologies into your skin. You assured him that he was forgiven.

After a few minutes, he settled down. He pulled back just enough to wipe his face with his robe sleeves. “I’m sorry for sobbing like a child,” he said as he dried your neck with his sleeve as well. He still wouldn’t look you in the eye, focusing on where he kept dabbing his sleeve to your now-dry neck instead.

You held his face in both of your hands and gently turned it towards you. He finally looked at you, and you could see the sadness in his deep brown eyes. “You are my most loyal friend, and you have done far more for me than would’ve been necessary to make up for whatever pain you caused in the past. I’m grateful for every day I have you in my life, because you make it better. I don’t hold the Scriptorium against you, nor do I judge you for caring about it now. The very fact that you’re so bothered by the pain you caused proves you’re a different man now. There’s no need to apologize for that.”

Sebastian pulled you back into a kiss. It was just as desperate as you had left off, though it was a different kind of desperation now. It was a kind that begged you never to leave him. You slid your hands from his cheeks to tangle in his hair. The feeling of his soft lips pressed hard against yours made you wonder how you’d gone so long without it. “I love you,” he breathed between urgent kisses.

The words made a hot desire spread through your body. Your hands gripped him more frantically, pulling at his robes and hair to bring him any bit closer to you that you could. “I love you, too,” you said, breaking the kiss only just long enough to get the words out before diving back in. You trapped his lower lip between your teeth, tugging it forward gently.

Sebastian let out a moan at the feeling. He had you pinned against the wall with his body as he kissed you deeper still, sliding his tongue past your lips to lick into your mouth. His leg was pressed firmly between yours, furthering your arousal. You were both moaning messes as your tongues met and your hands groped over each other, grasping everywhere you could reach.

You were so lost in each other that the rest of the world had ceased to exist in your minds. As such, the sound of the gate rattling open had you jumping out of your skin as fear prickled up your spine. Sebastian had leapt off of you, spinning around to face the entrance. He had whipped his wand out before he recalled where he was and the fact that there could only be one person entering the space.

“Good evening,” Ominis said casually as he strode into the Undercroft. He could hear you and Sebastian panting to catch your breath, though that wasn’t exactly surprising. “Did Sebastian challenge you to a rematch already?”

The amusement was clear in Ominis’s voice.

“What?” you asked, still feeling dazed.

Ominis furrowed his brow. He stood facing you, but he was still standing on the other side of the room. “Were you not…What are you doing down here?”

“We were snogging,” Sebastian stated, drawing out the ‘s’ as he panicked in vain to find a different word.

You sent a death glare toward him.

He shrugged. “I couldn’t think of another word,” he whispered to you.

You rolled your eyes at him. “Idiot,” you grumbled. “He meant that we were snog…ging.”

Sebastian gave you a smug look.

“You’re right. It is hard to think of another word,” you admitted.

Ominis shook his head at the both of you. “Well, if you two are quite finished, we’re supposed to work at the greenhouses together this afternoon.”

“Right. Sorry, Ominis, I totally forgot about that!” you said.

“I wonder why,” he said sarcastically. “But I’m glad you morons finally admitted your feelings for each other. You’ve no idea how painful it was waiting for either of you to come to your senses.”

You were too embarrassed to sass him back for calling you a moron. Ominis turned to leave the Undercroft, and you and Sebastian followed behind. Sebastian caught your hand and leaned in to whisper in your ear. “Don’t think I’m done with you yet.”

“Please try to behave until I don’t have to listen to you, Sebastian,” Ominis said in an exasperated tone, making the two of you blush. Sebastian still winked at you before pulling you along toward the greenhouses.

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sabineelectricheart · 1 year

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Gaunt Reproduction Habits

Summary: A well-placed insinuation of Anne’s awaken something on Ominis. His wife deals with it like a trooper.

Rating: MA - Content is only suitable for mature adults. May contain explicit language and adult themes.

Words: 2900

Notes: Ominis would be an animal in bed and this is a hill I’m willing to die on.

All it had taken was a simple exchange of words. A mere scrap of small talk over breakfast.

Anne had been exercising impressive creativity coming up with subtle ways to either inquire about or encourage Rosalie and Ominis to have a child. She was simply enamoured with the idea of being an aunt, and yet, despite her efforts, the concept had yet to take root in his mind.

She had noticed of course, but never openly acknowledged her veiled comments until one morning, when, evidently having run out of patience, she decided to ask more directly.

"Ominis, have you and Rosie ever considered whether I shall ever have a nephew or a niece to love and spoil some day?"

The blind man nearly spat out his tea. His face burned so red that she feared for his health, so much blood rushing to his head all at once. It was a funny sight, and while they had indeed touched upon the subject a few times, they have never discussed it at length, aside from a statement of “not right now” by the man.

The wife did her best to smooth over the topic with a hasty, "Ah, well, we will have to have our own conversations about that in time, I imagine."

“You have a brother, Anne. Should you not ask him such a question?” The man complements, finding his voice and a napkin.

“I did not take you for a man of faith, Ominis.” Anne deadpanned. “Have you met Sebastian? He will never marry, lest have a child. You two are my only hope.”

He might have dismissed the prodding with a snarky comment, but the damage was done. Something shook loose within him, something he thought that he had killed in the bud so many years ago.

He is a pureblood, a Gaunt, and so he had been expected to reproduce as much as he can, as soon as he can, but, as all things related to those two traits of his, he has resented such an obligation. He has heard of Isolt Sayre and the halfblood daughters she had in America, how one of them had simply refused to have children to let this cursed bloodline die, and he admired the decision, so much so he thought of replicating it himself.

Around his First Year, though, he has briefly wondered that, if he had a family, he would not feel as alone as he did, if only he could find someone likeminded and pleasant enough. Then, he started getting along with the Sallow twins and the idea left his head, as it should.

Even when Ominis met Rosalie and decided that courting someone was not so bad, after all, he is yet to change his mind about his anti-natalist stance. Perhaps it was disloyal of him to propose marriage without disclosing it to his prospective bride, but, well, he by himself is enough of a liability, he did not want to put too much strings on the match. She would probably not mind, or say that she does not to placate him, but his in-laws were rather… Disconcerted with the match, regardless of bloodlines, and he is sure that, had he demanded a Knut more than what was offered to him, he would be shown the door. That would not be acceptable, and so he relented in deferring the decision to a later date, hopefully forever.

If she truly wished to be a mother, then he would just insist upon adoption, as it is not as much the rearing part he is against, it is the blood that he feels is too cursed to survive. Had they met at a different place in their lives, had she been a widow, for one, with children of her own, he would not fear embracing them as his own, as a fruit of hers is blessed as much as one of his is damned.

Well, things seemed to be changing now. As they got away from Britain and the rest of the Gaunts, rebuilding their lives in Canada with the Sallow twins, he has been revisiting the idea of children, privately and slowly.

Perhaps it would not be too bad, as he, after all, is very different from his parents and would not repeat the same mistakes. Nor would any child of his be only Gaunt, as half of them would necessarily be of the woman he loves, and he knows that she is fully good.

When Anne asked that backhanded question of hers, it all seemed to come together for Ominis, and he feels that he rather wants a son or a daughter with his wife, bearing his name, and he wants it now.

He had held composure well enough at first, but with some time, it was hard not to notice. His attention to her voice seemed different these days, he touches her more, even when he ought to be working the looms and the potions, and his hand lingers at the small of her back or down her arms. In fact, he directs her by touch quite frequently. He has become harsher towards anyone who is even the slightest bit uncooperative towards her. While it is only in his nature to be protective, now he hovers nearby like he cannot let her out of his sight.

Yet, they had not made love since this reproductive mania began, and it is driving him near to madness, as, while he wants it very much, he also fears it, and so has taken to deny her at night. He should not rush it, he should talk to her, at the very least he should make peace with his thoughts, but everything is happening so strongly in his mind that it is difficult to set himself into the right headspace for any of it.

It pains him much, much more than it can possibly pain her. He is restless and starved. When he places his hand at Rosalie, he imagines filling her with him. He imagines her round with his child, carrying one of his own kind. He imagines claiming her, breeding her, as not just his lover, but his soulmate.

His wife, however, finds that this hot-and-cold behaviour of his had gone long enough. The night she makes up her mind to ask him directly, she situated herself on his lap facing him in their bed. He sits upright against the headboard as she shares idle chat about her day and the occasional light, chaste kiss.

Until he leans into one. Her eyebrows rise as he kisses her more deeply, entirely without warning. Both of his hands run warm up the outer curve of her thighs, and she instinctively shifts towards him. He nips at her lower lip, and now his hands are at her backside, fondling rounded flesh ever pulling she against his body.

This is not like him at all, she considers.

"Ominis, what has… What has gotten into you? You have been strange ever since…" She manages to say between kisses, and things begin to come together in her mind. "You have been strange ever since Anne asked us about…"

He freezes as though he has been shaken from a trance state. His hands shy away from her, the caresses stop, as he tries to form a coherent explanation in his mind, preferably one that do not involve a regression to his childhood.

Rosalie would certainly not let go if she remotely thought it had something to do with the Gaunts, and whether or not he decides to breed her anytime soon, he knows this is too heavy an emotional journey to be had when all he wants is some love from his wife.

"Yes, well, it was a... Thought-provoking question, I would say." He replies stiffly

She considers what he said as she brings a hand to caress his cheek.

"Do you... Not like the idea?" She asks, with her best attempt at a casual, neutral tone, thinking it is productive if she does not influence him directly with her thoughts on the matter.

"No, no, that is not it at all!" He stammers out.

She lovingly brushes a few blond strands of hair, free from their usual pomade, behind his ear. As her hand travels down the side of his neck to his shoulder muscle, she feels his pulse racing.

"So, you...” She starts, gauging his reactions. “You do like the idea."

"I, ah..."

Ominis raises his face at last, and the serious façade he had been keeping cracks just the slightest bit. Something clicks in her mind. Her eyes flicker downward to confirm her suspicions. Sure enough, his large member has begun to stir from underneath his nightshirt, making of it a lewd white tent.

She chuckles softly. “You really like the idea, I see."

"Well, I…" His face is burning red and his face darts away from her view once more. "It is not a matter of want or not want. I had considered it before, but… But I came to different conclusions on the matter. On the other hand, given our more stable circumstances, and…"

"Ominis." She leans against his torso and speaks softly into his ear. "Do you want to impregnate me with your child?"

His entire frame tenses, he says her name like a plea or a prayer as a hand grips hers.

She kissed his cheek. “Just tell me if you want it. Do not think of anything else, we can address those concerns later. I merely want to know whether you would like to have a child with me.”

He closes his eyes and, for a moment, he feels as if he is going to break down and cry. “I… I do.”

It is true. He does want to have a child with Rosalie.

"It is alright, love." She whispers with a smile. "We can do it. I am here to help you with whatever you struggle in your decision. You do not have to hold back anymore."

With one more worshipful utterance of her name, Ominis turns her onto her back on the bed with far more force than he tends to use with she. He practically tears her clothing from her like he resents its presence. She attempts to remove his in turn, but he manages it quicker, and soon enough, his lean body has her pressed against the mattress.

He trails heated kisses down the centre of her torso, causing her to arch up to him as she sighs in pleasure. Then, his lips reach her lower stomach, just above her womb, and without warning, he bites down on the tender flesh.

Her body tenses, but Ominis holds he in place as he sucks and nibbles a small bruise to her skin. It felt rather strange of him to do such a thing, but when she feels the slight tingle of magic bubbling underneath the skin, she realises it must be one of those Gaunt secrets and customs that always seem to be lurking at the edges of her life since she met her husband.

"I am sorry for the brutality, but I feel it must be done.” He whispers once he is satisfied with his work. “I never thought I would be in the situation of trying it, and yet… When I opened my heart to you, I found myself in several of those, a-and it felt right…”

The woman runs her hand on his hair, soothingly. “That is alright. It did not hurt too badly. What is it?”

"This designates you as my woman. The mother of my children." He responded, blushing slightly. “It is supposed to increase fertility and the likelihood of magical talent in the offspring.”

True enough, it is hard for Rosalie not to imagine herself as a wizard's property when he prowls over her and directs her legs around his hips. At a glance, she can see that his cock is rock hard, flushed dark and already drooling pre-cum.

Ominis hovers over the moment their bodies join with something burning and obsessive in his eyes. He watches his girth spreading her open, her soft pussy lips yielding to him until he is held as deep within her as he can fit. She breathes slowly, doing her best to adjust to his size, but his eyes are still focused low.

Gingerly, his hand brushes over the place where he marked her, where she can feel the head of his cock hitting against her womb.

Then, his hips begin to move, and she knows immediately that tonight will not be the same as others. His movements are harsh, powerful, he would easily be shoving her back on the mattress if his hands were not holding her in place so firmly. He takes her as a man starved, frantic and insane, with a desire to consume her whole.

Rosalie watches his abdomen flex with every push, his arms tensed and hard as he pounds into her steadily. It is with good luck that the discovery of this little kink of his had left her so wet, as he had taken no time to prepare her. So, while her slick guides him in and out of her tight hole, the pain and pleasure mingle in her nerves.

The woman gazes up at him with hazy, half-lidded eyes and see that he has not averted his eyes away from her lower belly, his supposedly line of sight so well-aligned that she wonders whether he had suddenly gained the ability to see.

Ominis grits his teeth, baring a hint of just-a-little-too-sharp canines. Then, without a word, he snarls and holds himself in her to the base as his hot cum shoots out into she. She is panting, clutching the pillow behind her.

Before he is even ridden out the entirety of his orgasm, his hands tighten their hold at her waist in a wordless warning. She is fully aware that her husband is capable of cumming more than once in a night on occasion, and she has a suspicion that he is going to be exceptionally thorough this time.

He handles his wife like a weak little plaything. She is on her stomach next, and he mounts her to mate like a wild beast, her backside bouncing against his pelvis as he slams his length into her. He fills her again before too long, and already she can feel his release escaping onto her inner thighs.

When her husband pulls out of Rosalie this time, presumably only to reposition her again, he pauses instead. She glances back, about to question him, but then two fingers glide across her skin, gathering his cum until he pushes it back inside of her.

She moans his name aloud, her cunt squeezing and spasming around his fingers, this lewd act simply too much for her.

"I see..." His voice rumbles in his chest behind her. "You really do want to bear my child... Very good."

She is turned onto her back once more. This time, Ominis lifts her legs up onto his shoulders, aligns himself on the orifice and supporting himself with his two arms on either side of her head, and pushes into her over-used and over-filled pussy. With her body angled back like this, he fucks his own seed into her, pounding her into the mattress as she merely whimpers and takes him.

"Mine... My woman..." He mutters like a man possessed. "I shall fill you with my child, Rosalie. I will have you each and every day until I am completely certain that you have conceived."

All Rosalie can manage in reply is a blissful mantra of 'yes' and his name. Then, she feels his cock twitching, each throb and shift of the massive length rubbing into her wonderfully. At last, his hands rest on the pillow and his forearms give out, as his entire body shivers with this last, most powerful orgasm.

There is no way all of his cum can fit inside of her now. Even Ominis seems to have accepted it, merely groaning out her name as it coats his member, her lower lips, her inner thighs.

It takes some time for both of them to catch their breath after this. For a while, he simply kneels over her, trying to memorise what feels like a good breeding and hoping to repeat it a few times over yet, as many as necessary and hopefully time and time again.

Alas, eventually, a more sober sense of reason returns to his expression. When he lies beside his, he is gentle, almost apologetic. He might have enjoyed it, but he should not be as forceful with his wife. It is both uncouth and violent, not the sort of behaviour he would like for her to witness.

She kisses him sweetly, then say, "I had not realized that you could talk dirty like that. You should do it more often."

Ominis replies with another kiss, brushing her hair from her face.

"Ah, that. Make no mistake, my love, it was your boundless kindness that has allowed me to be more... Open, I suppose, with my desires." He says, smiling dazedly. "I was only being truthful. I love you, and you make me insane."

Rosalie snuggles further into his chest, in a silent gesture of welcoming acceptance. Love makes them both more than a little insane, after all.

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drowningkeyborad · 1 year

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Sebastian Sallow NSFW Headcanons (+Ominis)

18+ Mature content. Minors DNI

First, he’s a Switch.

Oral fixation. If it can go in his mouth, it’s in his mouth.

Started out with tapping the tip of his quill against his lip, then escalated to chewing/sucking on the end of his tie when zoned in on studying.

Ominis & him were studying one day when Ominis asked him a question and he replied with a muffled “hmmph” bcuz of his tie in his mouth. Ominis scolded him about it “being disgusting” and told him to spit it out. Of course Sebastian refused, so Ominis—with his ever surprising self—leaned over and took Sebastian’s face by the jaw in a firm grip and yanked the tie from his mouth.

‘Welp…hope this doesn’t awaken anything in me that I’ll have to question later.’

It did.

Oral sex is his strong suit for any partner. It puts his mouth to work and keeps his mind fuzzy.

Content to hold/be held by his partner and mindlessly suck hickeys onto their neck & chest. Throws him into Sub Space or Dom Space depending on his partner.

He’s sensitive in his thighs and chest.

His lower back Is. His. Weakness.

Enjoys having his hair petted, then pulled, then petted again.

Definitely a Pillow Princess & a Brat whenever he bottoms.

This kid has no sort of control in his life (his parents dying, Anne being sick, and his uncle being an ass) so having someone step up and take the reins in anyway leaves him weak in the knees.

It takes some time, but he learns he likes being tied down. Hands behind his back, or above his head to the headboard, and gagged.

He loves being gagged.

Overstimulation. Until he’s shaking and crying. He’s so damn emotionally bottled up that it’s the only way he’ll cry.

Seb: … *sniffles* I miss my dad.

Ominis: Why do I literally have to fuck this out of you?

He’s an absolutely sucker for pet names, especially when his own habits of calling someone ‘Darling’ and ‘Sweetheart’ are turned back on him.

Call him ‘Pretty Boy’ though— he is FERAL

Big cuddles-after-sex kinda guy. Mostly for his own piece of mind and comfort.

*cuddling after sex*

Seb: … *pouting* Tell me I’m pretty.

Ominis: Go to sleep.

Seb: *huffing and kicking his feet like a child*

Ominis: Fine! You’re very pretty *kisses his forehead* Now go to bed, you brat.

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #ominis x sebastian #sebastian x ominis #sebastian sallow headcanon

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cosmetologynerd · 1 year

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Invisible String - Sebastian Sallow x FEM!OC

Sebastian Sallow and Abigail Crane agreed that it was best to part ways after the tragic events of their fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. So part ways they did, both set out to pretend that the things they'd experienced together were behind them entirely. But after a year of being apart, a year that most would describe as utterly peaceful, a new mystery seems intent on pulling them back together again- but is that really the worst thing?

Note: Hiiiiiii guys!!!! I have been obsessed with Hogwarts Legacy, like everyone else and it’s brought me out of retirement. I’m obsessed with my boy Sebastian here and I can’t seem to stop writing. The first 14 chapters are live on Wattpad under the same user name if you guys prefer that platform! I hope you enjoy ❤️

THIS STORY WILL HAVE MATURE CONTENT! This includes graphic descriptions of death, torture, and a variety of other experiences. If this may trigger or upset you, please do not read as I do not want to trigger anyone. I will do my best to put trigger warnings on chapters with particularly graphic content but know that it will be throughout the entire story and I won't be headlining chapters with trigger warnings unless it is extremely necessary.

~ Hogwarts Legacy story spoilers, told via flash backs, particularly of the Sebastian Sallow quest line. There will also be spoilers for the main quest line!

~ All characters are aged up as this story is told in 7th year.

~ Abigail Crane (Abbi) is my OC, but you are welcome to read this as a reader insert if it feels better to you!

~ All Hogwarts Legacy characters are owned by Warner Brothers and Avalanche Software! I do not own any characters that you have met in Hogwarts Legacy.

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Everything hurt. It was the first thing I registered as I woke blearily from a clearly trauma induced haze.

My arms and legs ached from the position they were tied back in, one eye swollen shut from the array of curses that they had thrown at me, throat raw, a small trail of blood flowing freely from my ear. A faint ringing sound filled one ear- though I couldn't pinpoint which- and I hoped I hadn't lost my hearing.

Despite my pain, despite the obvious danger I was in, all I could think about was what they could be doing to him. I had to get to him, had to find him- if he was hurt, it would be my fault. Oh, god, what if he was already dead?

No. He couldn't be dead. I refused to let myself even think about him like that. Not now that I'd finally gotten him back. His brown eyes and freckled face swam in my thoughts, his lips pulled into a smile as he leaned towards me. It was so vivid I had to remind myself he wasn't directly in front of me, had to put myself back in the reality of my situation.

I was here, tied to a chair, being tortured and I had no idea where they were keeping him.

I needed to focus on me.

"What have you done to him?" I rasp out, my voice thick with my own blood, rawness of my throat really pronounced once I spoke.

"He is in much better shape than you," a voice spoke faintly from my left. So that was the ear that was bleeding.

"C'mon now, darling girl, just tell us what we want to know, and this will all be over soon."

His voice sounded familiar to me, but I couldn't pull myself out of my pain induced haze long enough to place him.

"I don't know anything," I said again, the same answer I'd repeatedly told my captors. If I was honest, sure, the pain would stop. But I had a feeling that the pain wouldn't stop because they'd choose to let me go. No, the pain would only stop when I stopped breathing. Until I could confirm he was safe, was out of harms way, I wasn't going to give them that satisfaction.

"Tsk, tsk, little girl. I wish you wouldn't lie to me," the voice said again. It was gravely, thick and accented. I knew I had heard it before.

Someone else shouted out after he spoke, their voice cold and high as they yelled, "Crucio!"

The scream that escaped my lips was the loudest yet. Hot tears streamed down my bloody and grimy cheeks as pain ripped through my body. I was theirs for the killing- wandless and incapable of using my ancient magic.

Instead, this is what they chose to do.

"PLEASE!" I shouted, my body twitching helplessly in the air, bound to the chair and being thrown about like a marionette. "Please, stop this!"

"Then tell me how I can get into that damned room!"

I shook my head again, ready to tell him to just kill me, when another blast of the Cruciatus curse slammed into me- another scream ripped from my throat, the world spinning before me, and then- I heard a door bang open.

Immediately, the pain I was feeling ended. I no longer felt like my insides were tearing, no longer felt that each limb was being torn from its socket. I took deep ragged breaths trying to blink away my swollen eyes, trying to make sense of the blurry field in front of me.

Loud shouts sounded all around, flashes of red, purple and yellow-gold light flashing behind my swollen shut eyes, curses and counter-curses flying by me. The colors grew brighter and then faded back before slamming into focus again. Clearly, a battle had erupted around me. I slammed into the ground with a thud and smacked my head against the stone floor. Pain ripped through my skull and I cried out again. And then-

"Abbi!"

No! No, no, no, no he shouldn't be here!

I could hear him yelling my name as he ran towards me, dimly recognizing what spells he was sending out around us as he got closer to me. I felt his knees bump into me slightly as he slid across the ground to my side.

There were no more spells flying about, it was quiet, still. I felt the ropes binding me to the iron chair slip off my wrists and ankles and opened my eyes slightly so see him one more time.

"Sebastian," I croak out, my throat even more tender than before. I was able to focus in on his beautiful brown eyes and forced the next words out as my vision greyed out, "Get out of here."

I saw his lips move, but whatever he said to me was lost as the world turned dark.

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A snake’s plaything | Fifth year || Sebastian Sallow

🐍🌿 Chapter 9 | Lovesick

NSFW - Fingering | Handjob

It's been the day of the yule ball and Violetta really didn't feel like going there but Astoria and Amit pressured her for weeks to go there with them. The only problem was that no one asked her to be their date. Even Ominis found on a date, well a blind chicken will find eventually a worm too.

Since she caught Sebastian pleasuring herself she didn't feel like herself anymore. Nearly every night her thoughts were all over the place and also her desire for him grew like a deadly disease inside her. She sometimes thought about touching herself inside the Ravenclaw bathrooms but she didn't want anyone to notice her. It was easy for the people who knew good hiding spots to have some mature activities in the castle but the ones who don't were in trouble.

Also, Sebastian always seemed to be on edge when she was with her but to the point where she thought that he would march over to her in class and yell at her. Oh, and he was attracting even more girls to him. Every time she saw him there was at least one girl around him. He would look at Violetta and he made sure that she would see how he flirted with their classmates. Hell, this hurt her like a knife to the heart. But she knew that she was trapped in his game. Violetta knew that she was nearly at her breaking point.

A pillow hit her in the head.

'Stop throwing such a pity party for yourself and get up!' Astoria spoke while preparing for the next swing.

'Just leave me.' She mumbled and pulled the blanket over her head. Violetta didn't want to go to this damn yule ball.

'Well then...' Astoria dropped the pillow. Violetta heard footsteps and she braved for impact. Astoria jumped onto her and ripped the blanket off her. Violetta laughed and struggled to get her friend off.

'Stop it!' She laughed and felt like a helpless fish.

'Get your ass up and get ready for the ball!'

'I don't even have a dress...' Violetta said embarrassed and Astoria got off her. Her friend smiled and cupped Violetta's face.

'Don't believe that we would leave you hanging no matter what!' Astoria walked over to the dresser and took a box from it. She gave it to Violetta.

'Come on! Open it!' Astoria seemed more excited than her. Violetta opened the box and put the lid on the bed. The content of the box was a dark blue silky fabric. Violetta raised an eyebrow.

'Amit and I knew that you were feeling down since the Sallow situation happened, so we wanted to make you happy again!' They still believed that she was said because Sebastian was such a dick to her. Violetta pulled up the fabric. It was a floor-length dress with cutout shoulders. It didn't reveal any cleavage or anything else. The dark blue silk hat embroidered stars and moons on the hem. It had pieces of tulle on the waist to the hem. It was truly stunning.

'We thought about something that would make heads turn but still be modest and feminine.' Astoria spoke with a smile.

'I am at a loss for words.' Violetta said and looked at her friend. She was so grateful to have her.

'Let's go together there and I want you to forget that boy Sallow.' Astoria said and went to her dressing to get her dress. 'Also he isn't even supposed to come.' Violetta turned to her friend.

'Really?' She asked surprised.

'Yes, she told his date that he will not go. That was like yesterday evening.'

'Wasn't it a Hufflepuff girl with blonde hair?' Violetta said while putting the dress on her bed.

'What does it matter? We don't need a date to have fun!' Astoria spoke and winked at Violetta.

Amit was waiting at the entrance of the great hall in a beige-colored suit. He spotted Violetta and Astoria. He seemed quite flabbergasted. He gawked at them with an open mouth. Well, he wasn't the only one. Some students that they meet stared at them too!

'Hello girls...' Amit mumbled and tried to take his eyes off them. Astoria was wearing a yellow dress with tulle and a flower pattern. She had braided her hair.

Violetta tho wore the dress and had her long dark hair free. Astoria put some dark eyeshadow and dark red lipstick on her. She also wore a silver necklace with a moon symbol.

'You guys will be for sure the show stoppers.'

'By the way, how much did you guys pay for it?' Violetta asked curiously.

'Nothing!'

'I beg your pardon?'

'My mother knows the tailor in Hogsmeade and I asked her for a favor!' Amit spoke and smiled brightly. Violetta was very happy to have loyal friends like this.

'How about we go in now before they finish the party without us!' Astoria said and grabbed Violetta by the arm.

'Didn't they start like 20 minutes ago?' Amit asked confused.

'Ah, shut it, Amit!' Astoria laughed as they entered the great hall. Music and voices filled their ears and they looked around. A band was playing and students dancing.

Violetta and Astoria went towards the chairs and tables. They sat down while Amit went to get everyone a drink. Violetta looked into the crowd and saw familiar faces. Nearly everyone she knew had a date. Somewhere she felt bad for even showing up. Violetta looked at the door.

'I know what you are thinking. No, you aren't leaving here before I haven't seen you smile and laugh!' Astoria said and punched her arm slightly to get her attention. Violetta knew that escaping wasn't an option.

'Here ladies!' Amit gave them their drinks. It was some kind of fruity punch with a strong flavor of peach.

'Thank you, darling.' Astoria fluted and smiled brightly before putting her drink down. Violetta just gave a thumbs-up. Astoria turned to her friend.

'I think it's time for dancing!' She said and grabbed Violetta by the hand. She pulled her into the crowd. It felts so surreal walking between these dancing people. They found a somewhat free spot and they began dancing, well more like Astoria did. Violetta never danced before so she just awkwardly stood there and swayed a bit from side to side, enjoying the music. Astoria saw that and shook her head.

'By Merlin's beard, you are stiff as a board! Here!' Her friend wrapped her arms around Violetta's neck and began dancing with her. 'I will lead and you just follow my moves.' Violetta just nodded but really didn't have any idea what she meant. Then her friend started dancing with her and Violetta laid her hands around her neck too. The girls began dancing in circles and Violetta began smiling. She indeed had fun but that should quickly change.

Violetta released Astoria and wanted to go back to the table. They have been dancing for who knows how long.

'I need to grab a drink I am getting hot!' She said and fanned herself with her hand. Astoria nodded and continued dancing. On her way back tried to not run into dancing people until she bumped face-first into a girl with light brown hair and a pink dress.

'Sorry!' She mumbled and looked into the face of the Slytherin girl that was always mean to her. Violetta looked at her surprised and wanted to continue when she saw her dance partner.

Sebastian fucking Sallow.

She could pinpoint her heart shattering into million pieces. The Slytherin girl smirked deviously.

'Oops.' She said and turned back to Sebastian. He seemed to be in the same horrified state as Violetta. They both thought that the other didn't have the guts to show up.

The Slytherin girl saw his face.

'What the hell, Sallow? I thought you said that you were over her!' These words made the music sound so quiet. Violetta started at the ground and ran past them as fast as she could. She wanted to get out of this painful situation. Sallow released his hand from his date and hurried after Violetta. To her luck, Amit saw the whole ordeal and caught up to Sebastian at the door to give Violetta some time to run away.

'Where the hell you think you're going?' Amit said and stopped him with his hands.

'Thakkar, let me go!' He hissed looking after Violetta but Amit held him. He saw her turning for the stairs. 'Sorry, Thakkar.'

With these words, he punched Amit in the gut. Amit let him go and Sallow ran after her. Amit sank to the ground, holding his stomach.

Violetta felt him behind her. Did he even get faster now? Fuck, where should she go? Violette felt her heart thump in her chest. A cold sweat ran down her back. He was getting closer. The heels didn't even make it easier to run. Violetta thought about where to go.

But his hands yanked her back by the shoulders. Violetta stumbled back and bumped into his hard and heaving chest.

'Fucking finally.' He whispered and pulled her into a classroom to his side. When they were inside he pointed at the door with his wand.

'Colloportus.' The door slammed shut and she heard the lock click. She was trapped now with him. Sebastian released her but pushed her in an instant against the wall. His body was so close to her face. Violetta blushed hard. What would he do now?

His hands were pressed to the side of her head against the wall. Sebastian looked down and then up at her through his eyebrow. He removed his hands and undid his tie. It hung loosely around his neck. He opened the first three buttons of his white shirt.

'You've got nerve darling I swear. In all my years in this school, I never made a girl as particular as you. You are wrapping all the boys around your finger. What is your secret?' Sebastian said and got his face closer to her. Violetta's lips parted but no words came out.

Sebastian looked her up and down like a snake at his prey with those cold dark eyes.

'I know you caught me.' He asked. 'How did you like it?' Violetta blushed harder and tried to avoid his gaze. He smirked.

'I knew it.' He grabbed her chin with his left hand. 'Would you like to make your desires come true too?' Violetta stared into his eyes. The adrenaline rushed to her head. This sentence tore a deep cut between her desires. Heart or head?

'Do the things to me as you imagined them, Sallow.' Violetta replied in a love-drunken high. This was enough to push him over the edge.

Sebastian yanked her head to the side exposing her bare neck. His lips connected with her soft skin. She felt his kisses so softly traveling higher up her chin until he released. Her heart was racing.

His lips were so close to hers. His breathing was hot and heavy. Then his lips came crashing down onto hers. Violetta gladly excepted it and opened her mouth so slightly when his tongue entered her. Sebastian's hands traveled down her body until he felt her ass. He slightly pushed her butt and she knew that he wanted her to jump up. So Violetta followed so obediently. Violetta opened her legs and hopped into him. Sebastian carried her to a table and set her down on it. The kisses got more and more heated.

Sebastian began to press his crotch into hers. She felt how hard he was even through his pants. Violetta hissed at this sensation against her aching core. Sebastian broke the kiss and chuckled darkly.

'You can't imagine how ready I am for you.' He said and one of his hands traveled up under her dress. Violetta's fingers dug into his scalp. His fingertips stroked her inner thigh and went further. They touched the fabric of her underwear. A soft moan escaped her mouth. Sebastian looked at her and took one of her hands.

'I don't want to be left out in the fun.' He put her hand on his pants and she knew what she had to do. She opened the button with shaking hands. Now the bulge in his pants was even more prominent. Violetta reached into it and pulled his underwear a bit down to free his cock. Violetta wrapped her hand around the hardened hot shaft and squeezed it lightly. A deep growl exited Sebastian's mouth. Violetta held his shoulder with her free hand.

'I am not a toy.' He said and his fingers hooked into the hem of her underwear pulling it down her legs. He took her underwear and put it into the pocket of his jeans.

'Hey!' Violetta protested.

'A little souvenir won't hurt baby doll.' He whispered and his hand reached between her legs once again. His fingertips touched her already slick lips. Just the lightest of touches send her into overdrive. She felt that he just knew her body too well. He spread her lips and rubbed his fingers softly against her exposed clit. Moans escaped her mouth and she began stroking him faster. He felt her excitement and she his.

Sebastian slid his fingers carefully into her dripping hole. The sensation when he entered was like an explosion of desire and hunger. His fingers curled up and he began to move faster and faster. Violetta rubbed with the pad of her thumb over the underside of his tip which caused his whole body to twitch. His fingers pushed into a spot she never knew she had.

A loud gasp escaped her lips and she tried to widen her legs further. There was this heat in her lower belly. This familiar heat. Her walls clenched around his digits and he speeded up. Sebastian grabbed with his free hand Violettas around his dick. He quickened the pace of her stroking.

'I want to come together with you.' He said with a soft whisper between moans. Violetta felt this coil inside her tighten her legs began trembling. So close, so close.

Sebastian's hands became more erratic but it was enough to make Violetta come undone.

With a silent gasp, she clenched down on his fingers. A pained moan escaped Sebastian while he came all over Violetta's hand, arm, and dress. Sebastian removed his fingers and put them in his mouth, tasting her. Violetta also released her hand.

Panting, both rested their foreheads together. Violetta chuckled and smiled.

'I guess you enjoyed it?' She asked and he hummed in agreement. Violetta looked up and cupped his face with her clean hand. Sebastian opened his eyes.

'Let us not play with each other's feelings like that again.' Violetta said and look into his eyes waiting impatiently for an answer. 'You really hurt me.'

'Never again. I promise.' Sebastian said sweetly and Violetta kissed him. She could feel him smile into the kiss. Sebastian released and looked down at her dress and hand.

'Cold water is better for cleaning me off you. Hot water makes it worse.' Sebastian said and closed his pants. 'Maybe we can do something like this sometime again, darling.'

'Of course, pretty boy.' Violetta said with a smile.

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