Aislynn Wiley

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An Easy Decision

Sebastian x Reader One Shot

A year after graduating, Sebastian visits you unannounced and old memories stir.

Warnings: Smut, alcohol, making out, oral sex, PinV sex, explicit sexual content, strong language, Minors DNI!

Word Count: 4.4k

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There was no way to describe how you had been feeling for the past day, month, year. As a fresh adult in the world, life had been increasingly monotonous and usual. Nothing out of place, nothing exciting, nothing frightening, just plain. Hogwarts had been a dream the last three years, but now that you had to work you felt as though the magic had been sucked from your life.

It wasn’t just because of working and surviving, but because your social interactions had dwindled. Work was boring, but it was your own fault. You didn’t know what you wanted to do with your life yet, so you told yourself you had one single year to work in a shop and figure it out. That was in June, and now it is April. Time was running out, and you were scared shitless. Keeping in touch with friends from school proved harder than intended, and while you meant to send letters it became more and more difficult to find ambition. Which was particularly embarrassing, since Slytherin’s were meant to have a never ending supply of ambition.

It was a quiet Friday in the small garment shop, and you were looking forward to the weekend. Nothing out of the ordinary, other than perhaps how quiet the shop was. Sitting behind the counter, reading a book lazily, you glance up when the bell on the door rings.

“Welcome in-” you stop, staring aghast at the person who has walked in, before smiling at them and letting out a small laugh. Sebastian Sallow stood in the doorway, grinning sheepishly at you and your surprised expression. He was one of the few friends you tried to keep in contact with, despite being busy and unmotivated.

“What are you doing here?” you shout out as you walk out from behind the counter. He doesn’t say anything right away as you wrap your arms around him, engulfing him in a hug. You feel him press his head into the crook of your neck, and you squeeze him tightly.

“Figured I would take a little birthday trip down here, visit old friends. Wanted it to be a surprise,” he says, pulling away with a smile. “And I have come to kidnap you on the promise of drinks on me.”

“Oh gods, yes, happy birthday!” you tell him, trying to cover up the fact that you had forgotten. But yes, today was 17 April, and his birthday had only been a few days earlier. “How does it feel to be nineteen?”

He laughs, giving a shrug. “Underwhelming, if anything. Do you have much longer here for the day?” he asks, clearly eager to get out and drink. You shake your head, smiling. “Give me fifteen minutes to count the money and lock up. It’s almost five anyways, and then we can go!”

You busy yourself closing the small shop, glancing up at him with a smile every so often. It was such a delight to see him, after almost a year of being apart. He looked good, tall and confident, and you could tell that he had grown into himself in the last year. There were this lingering feelings for him, of course, when you received a letter or thought of him on occasion, but right now it was just good to see your friend.

With a turn and lock, you closed the shop and the two of you ventured out onto the high street in search of drinks. “I’m thinking that maybe we head somewhere small,” Sebastian said, leading the two of you down the street. You nod, eager to sit and talk and drink. He looked radiant almost, the glow of the low sun illuminating him and his smiling face, his freckles practically glowing. It felt like nothing had changed since the last time you were together, and you loved that.

There was a small corner pub that seemed to beckon him, and he quickly pulled you inside. It was a Friday, so there were few spaces to choose from in the pub, but the two of you found a tiny booth situated in one corner. He left you there to buy the first round of drinks, quickly returning with two pints. Scooting over the accommodate him, the two of you pressed against each other in the tiny space as you drank your drinks.

“Please let me buy the next round, since it’s your bloody birthday,” you say, laughing as he shakes his head no. “This is my treat, for showing up unannounced,” he says, taking a gulp of his drink. “How have things been for you? We really must try to write to each other more.”

It was true, the two of you maybe exchanged letters once a month now. Life had gotten busy, for you and probably for him as well. “I’m mainly just working, nothing exciting,” you say, and then giggle. “This is embarrassing, but I can’t remember the last time I was in a pub on a Friday night.”

“Do you not like going out anymore? We could have gone and just gotten dinner, or even just taken a walk,” he says, his tone concerned. You find these suggestions sweet, a reminder of how caring he can be when he wants to be.

“No, I just don’t have much of a social life, and it would be pretty depressing if I came to the pub alone on a weekend,” you say, taking a swig of your drink. The golden liquid blooms in your chest, creating a warmth inside you. Sebastian nods in an understanding way. “That you be pathetic,” he says, grinning.

You laugh, and he laughs, and it's as though you have not been apart for the past nine months. “What have you been up to?” you ask him, trying to give him a chance to speak. He shrugs. “Same as you, just working. I went to see Ominis yesterday, poor bastard was also not expecting me and is sick as a dog.”

That statement seemed to answer your lingering question about why it was just the two of you out tonight. Unless he planned on more people meeting you there later. “Is anyone else coming tonight?” you ask, trying to get an answer. 

Sebastian’s smile wavers a bit, but only for a second. “Did you want other people to come?” he asks, almost trying to get an answer for himself. You shake your head, and he smiles. The two of you continue to drink your drinks, and soon you are staring at an empty cup.

Trying to fish out your wallet, he beats you to it and is at the bar in a flash. “Sebastian, I’m serious. Let me buy you at least one drink tonight as a celebration,” you protest as he comes back with full glasses. He only shakes his head, setting the drinks down.

“You can buy me one when I’m drunk,” he says, grinning. You don’t say anything, just sipping your drink while trying to hide your smile. You watch him out of the corner of my eye, how his throat moves when he swallows the alcohol. Perhaps it's the liquid running through your veins, but he looks better than he did in school. There was this new air of confidence surrounding you, and you wanted to say something bold but couldn’t bring yourself to it. Instead, you gulp the amber liquid in the hopes that the courage comes along the way.

“Woah! I didn’t actually mean that, neither of us need to get drunk before you buy me a drink,” Sebastian says, gently guiding the glass away from you. Giving him a funny look, you pull it back. “You don’t want to get drunk?”

He shakes his head, not smiling as big as he once was. “I don’t, not tonight, not with you.”

That makes you pause mid sip, thinking of all the ways his words could be interpreted. Looking at him, you furrow your eyebrows and hope he elaborates. Sebastian eyes you, looking shy and bashful in an instance. “Do you remember when we went to the Yule ball together last December?” he asks you.

You nod. Of course you did, even though the night hadn’t gone as planned. You had hoped that that was the night everything came full circle, that the two of you would get together. But instead, Sebastian drank too much and ended up throwing up in the bushes outside with you to witness it all. It was something the two of you laughed about later on, but you always felt disappointed.

“I wish I had kissed you that night,” he says, catching you completely off guard. “I regret drinking so much, but I was so nervous and wanted to feel confident, and I screwed it up. I screwed it up with you.”

Your mouth is half hanging open, not sure what to say. You are trying your best to process what he has just told you, just confessed, but you can’t for a minute. He waits expectantly for you to collect your thoughts and respond.

“So… you don’t want to get drunk tonight because… you want to kiss me?” you ask, feeling slow and out of touch. But when Sebastian laughs, it forces you to smile. “What?” you ask him, still smiling.

“I feel like wanting to kiss you is such an entry level requirement for everything else I want from you,” he says, his cheeks immediately turning red after saying that. Your’s go red as well, at what he could be implying. “But, I- why didn’t you say anything?” you ask, unsure of what else to say. 

“I didn’t want to mess anything up. I would have rather stayed your friend than, I don’t know, have scared you off with a big confession,” he said quickly. You shake your head, trying to convince him otherwise. “I don’t think you understand how much I would have reciprocated that confession,” you say, smiling.

“And now?” he says, looking at you with a sense of uncertainty. The smile on your face becomes a shy one as you look at him, unsure of how to say everything that you want to say. “I think that I look at you now, and all those feelings seem to have stayed with me. Like nothing has changed even though it’s been nine months since we’ve had a conversation,” you say, speaking truthfully. 

You don’t even get to look at the smile on his face for long before Sebastian leans in and presses a quick, soft kiss to your lips, pulling back after only a second. You instinctively lean forward as he pulls away, trying to catch his lips again, but he puts a hand on your arm. “Not here, in a pub surrounded by other people,” he says, his voice a whisper against your ear. You nod, understanding and agreeing. “Let’s go somewhere else, then.”

You nod. “I live with other people, though, and I have like, no privacy,” you tell him. He nods, and then continues. “I’m staying in an inn nearby,” he says, before shaking his head. You furrow your eyebrows in question, and he clarifies. “That just doesn’t seem right, me taking you to an inn. Not now, not after all this time.”

You shake your head at his words, not even having had that thought. “I just want to be near you, to make up for lost time.” The words out of your mouth surprise you with how bold they are, but you don’t back down. 

“Let’s just walk around until the morning,” he says, grinning. You smile but you shake your head again. “Take me back with you. I promise, I don’t care where we are.”

He nods before standing up, offering you a hand. You let him pull you out of the booth, and hand in hand you leave the half empty pints on the table.

—-------------------------------------------

The inn room is small, with nothing but a bed, a lamp, and a chest of drawers. There is a small bathroom to the left, and you spot Sebastian’s bags on one side of the floor. The two of you stood a few feet away from each other, unsure of where to go from here. As comfortable as you were with each other, it was clear that neither of you wanted to jump into bed with each other right away.

“This is why I didn’t want to bring you back here,” Sebastian said suddenly, looking embarrassed. You shake your head. “I just don’t know where to start, and I want to do this, I do, but I can’t fathom where to begin,” you say flustered. 

“Where to start? You don’t have to start or begin anything. I didn’t bring you here so you could perform or do anything for me. We can talk, or just stand here, or do whatever you want. Don’t feel pressured, and believe me, I’m probably more nervous being with you than you can imagine,” he says, running a hand through his hair with a smile. 

His words bring a sense of ease to you, maybe just what you needed to hear at that moment. You step forward until you’re right in front of him, letting him take one of your hands. Gingerly, you stand on your tiptoes and brush a kiss to his lips, waiting for him to move into it. For a moment, the two of you stand nose to nose, and then he closes the gap between you. 

The first few seconds are gentle and soft, testing the waters out for both of you. But soon, the movements of your lips become uncoordinated, desperate and fast. His hands find their way to your waist and you tangle yours in his hair. The two of you are standing, practically pulling the other person into them, trying to get as close as possible. 

“Can we- go to- the bed?” you breathe out in between kisses. He nods, and you climb onto the bed, pulling his weight on top of you. You let him cradle you as he presses slow kisses to your lips, his pace changing. He stops and looks at you, staring up from underneath him. “We don’t have to do anything else,” he says, looking at your face for hesitation.

“I want to,” you tell him. “I really, really do.”

Sebastian has a look on his face that betrays both nerves and excitement. It’s the same look that he had when he asked you to the Yule ball, over a year ago. He nods again, before pressing another soft kiss to your lips. He pulls back again, looking at you, before attaching his lips to your neck. You sigh, and the soft noise seems to ignite something in his brain.

He rolls both of you over, you being on top of his body now. In one swift move, he maneuvers the two of you so that you are sitting up and straddling him on the bed. The two of you stare at each other for a moment before practically smashing your lips together. There is a sense of urgency as you move, hands exploring each other as lips and tongues move together. 

You move your mouth, peppering light kisses along Sebastian’s jaw and down to his neck and you rock your body against him. He groans underneath you, your name leaving his lips as he rakes his hands over your back and down to your ass. Gripping you, he pulls you closer to him. Becoming impatient, you tug on his shirt in the hopes that he takes it off. The two of you break away for a moment, each tearing your own shirt over your body in a quick attempt to undress.

His hands come behind you, wanting to rid you of your bra, but he pauses. “Is this okay?” he asks, with a tone filled with concern. You press a light kiss to his lips, urging him to continue. “I promise I’ll say something if it’s not,” you breathe out, desperate for him to touch you. He seems to understand your urgency, and your bra is on the floor in the next second.

Sebastian stares at your chest, a look of marvel plastered on his face. In an instant, his lips are attached to your nipple, resulting in soft moans from you as you clutch his hair. “I need you, Sebastian,” you whisper as he sucks on the other nipple. He groans in response, pulling himself away from your chest. 

You attempt to reach a hand in between the two of you to touch him through his pants, but he stands with you wrapped around him, turning so that he can lay you gently on the bed. He touches your skirt with a light hand, looking at you for any hesitation. You don’t speak, but instead start to gather your skirt so that it bunches around your waist. You look at him, your eyes doing their best to say fuck me, please. Without a single word, you shimmy out of your underwear and invite him in.

Sebastian practically buries his face in you. His mouth and tongue make these obscene sounds as he licks, sucks, kisses, and laps at every part of your sex. The noises mix with the moaning and babbling that emerge from your mouth, and you’re saying these things that you never thought you would say. Things like more, oh fuck, Sebastian, I need more.

His hands are gripping onto the soft flesh of your hips and ass, pulling you closer to him. It almost feels as though he wants to swallow you whole as he works you with his mouth and lips. One of his hands disappears, and then you feel his fingers working their way inside of you. Gasping, you clench around the two fingers he has in you, feeling so full already from him. He moans into you, vibrating your lower half as he starts to pump his fingers in you. 

It’s too much, all too much. The way he is absolutely worshiping your body is going to cause you to explode. He’s curled his digits inside of you, his lips sucking like he can’t get enough, and you can feel your legs start to tremble. His name leaves your lips, and he does something extraordinary with his tongue that causes everything to shatter for you.

There’s no way to describe how good this all feels, except that perhaps you have touched the stars. He is still moving his fingers, his tongue, his lips, as you writhe and gasp on the bed. Once it becomes too much, you start to scoot away from his face, but he follows you with his hand.

“Oh god, it’s too much, please Sebastian,” you plead, shaking as he still pumps his hand into you. He’s watching you, his eyes dark and full of lust, as you try to move away from his hand. After a moment, he moves his hand and pulls his fingers out of you. You watched him, embarrassed, as he popped his fingers in his mouth. “Don’t do that,” you say, this shy feeling overcoming you.

“Why not? I just had my face buried in you,” he says, matter of factly, before grinning wickedly at you. You look down to where he is straining in his pants, and the desire to touch him overcomes you again. Sitting up slightly, you reach your hand out to the buttons on his pants.

He moves away from you, instead bending down to kiss you. “Please, let me touch you,” you say, reaching again for him. “I don’t want this to be over too quickly,” he says, cheeks running red. 

There’s a pause as you consider what he’s saying, and you look at him with a question written on your face. “I want to fuck you properly, and I know I won’t last if you use your mouth on me,” he explains, now really looking embarrassed. 

“Then do it,” you say, a sense of post-orgasm confidence running through you. You’re absolutely aching for him, and with your skirt hiked up and your flesh exposed you want him on you at this moment. There is a desire coursing through you, that only he can satisfy. “Please, Sebastian.”

Without another word, he climbs onto you and devours your lips in a needy kiss. Your bare core presses against his clothed erection, the sensation causing you to moan into his mouth. He immediately starts to grind himself against you, the two of you acting almost like crazed animals as you try to create a sense of friction. 

“Take them off,” you say, fiddling with his pants again. This time, he stands and obliges. You watch as he removes his trousers and underclothes, and stare as he bares himself for you. Now there was no sense of hiding from him, no sense of unknown. You clenched around nothing as you watched him give his length two quick pumps, the thought of what to come already driving you insane. 

“You know I’ve thought about this for a long time,” he says softly, climbing onto you again. “How I would take you, how you would look, what I would do to you. You’re perfect, absolutely perfect.” His head dips, kissing the outside of your breast. “And I want this to be perfect for you.”

“Sebastian,” you say, coming out more as a gasp than actual words. “Please, I think I might go insane if you don’t touch me.”

There is a hint of a smirk that comes over his face, and you feel him line your bodies up. His head bends down again to kiss you, whispering sweet things as he pulls his lips away. Gently, he slides himself into you, coaxing and teasing so that it causes you to feel every little bit. You both gasp in unison when he is fully inside you, a feeling of fullness and closeness like you had never experienced before. 

He doesn’t move for a moment. “I want to hear everything that comes out of your mouth,” he says, commanding you. You nod, the feeling of him already leaving you dazed and delicious. Slowly, he pulls out. And then he pushes in again, slow and deep, and you can’t hold back.

There are these babbling words and sounds coming out of your mouth as he fucks you, rotating and snapping his hips. Words like fuck, oh god, please Sebastian, don’t stop, feels so good. Things you never imagined you would say, at least not before today. But now it feels natural as they tumble out, mixed with gasps and moans. You intentionally tighten slightly around him, and it brings noises and words from him. He’s calling you perfect, so good, an angel, beautiful, and everything else you could want to hear from him. 

His thrusts are rhythmic, deep and precise. There is no great urgency between you, instead just relishing in the movements of each other. You bring your legs around his back, hands clawing at his back. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he says, his eyes shut as he moves in and out of you. All you can do is moan in response, no real thoughts left in your head.

But then you feel something else. Sebastian has slipped a sneaky hand in between you, pressing languid circles into your clit as he moves. He has started to get sloppy, his hips snapping with less of a rhythm, and you know he wants you to finish first. The combination of his hand and his length pumping in you cause you to arch away from the bed, his name coming out in gasps as you feel everything. You can feel yourself teetering on the edge of everything, and with one firm press into your clit you fall over.

Everything is on fire on your body, you can’t help it. You grab onto one of your breasts, needing to feel something more as you come. He is still saying things to you, things that only seem to drag out the feeling. “You’re doing so well, oh my god, you look so perfect,” he breathes out, his movement messy. You moan his name loudly one last time, and that’s it for him. He groans, thrusting three more times before collapsing on top of you. 

Your legs are still wrapped around him as he buries his head into your hair. He lazily kisses your neck and jaw, as if he wants to taste your skin. Your fingers stroke his hair lightly, both of you breathing loudly and not really moving.

“Was that okay?” he asks suddenly, lifting his head up a bit to look at you. 

“I feel like ‘okay’ is a massive understatement,” you tell him, a smile emerging on your face. He matches your smile, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Why did you not want to bring me here originally?” you ask, causing him to drop his smile. Sebastian thinks for a moment, looking almost embarrassed.

“I just- I felt like you deserved more than the bed at an inn. And I have to go back home in two days, and it just didn’t feel right for you. For how I feel about you, the way I wanted you. But I’m glad you talked me down from thinking that,” he says, his smile returning. You nod, understanding what he means. “And how do you feel about me, or how do you want me?” you ask, almost shyly. 

But Sebastian grins wider, and you feel foolish for asking. “I like you. It’s been hard, these last few months without you. And I think that we could be great together, that you should move closer to me or I should move closer to you. If you’ll have me, that is.”

You nod, a sense of relief flooding your mind. He lays his head back on you, and for a moment you say nothing. But then you remember something, and giggle. He lifts his head back up slightly, giving you a confused look. 

“You’re still inside me,” you say, moving slightly. His eyes widen and he slips out of you gently, pressing a small kiss to your temple as he does so. He stands up, heading to the bathroom. Pausing in the doorway, he turns to look at you laid out naked on the bed. “So you’ll have me, then?” he asks you with a soft smile.

“Of course I will,” you say, it being one of the easiest decisions you’ve ever made. “Of course, Sebastian.”

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hello all!

it has been MONTHS since i’ve updated anything regarding tumblr or my AO3 fics. I started a new job (yes, I am an adult with a masters degree writing wizard smut) and have been uninspired to update lately due to stress and just being busy. I do want to finish the Sebinis fic I have on my AO3, and I still get comments and kudos on all my finished work. very kind, but very guilt inducing due to my lack of effort lol.

here’s my question: what do you do when you are in a slump? I genuinely want to know how you get out of it.

no shameless ao3 plug today because i haven’t updated since like August… but hopefully soon :)

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me: i love slow burns!

also me: i’m gonna write that they kiss in chapter 9, before much has really even happened!

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tiktok has been showing me reylo edits again and now i think i have to write a one shot 😮‍💨 anyone have good reylo recs on AO3 while I ponder this idea??

still loyal to harry potter/hogwarts legacy… just thinking about branching out 😪

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me trying my hardest to explain my fic in a way that isn’t just “sebinis and class divide”

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low-key i feel like it IS productive…

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The Iliad’s Mystery

TLDR: Slight Sebinis with comparisons to Achilles and Patroclus.

Warnings: Language, mention of sex, mention of alcohol.

This is chapter 4 of “Chained and Locked”. Read and bookmark here on AO3!

Days quickly slipped into a week, and the freedom bestowed upon Ominis and Sebastian was intoxicating to them. Ominis did not have to face his family alone at dinner times, and Sebastian had free reign to do as he wished in a house with endless means and possibilities. Pure bliss was the only way to describe how the two boys felt.

Their day was simple, and similar, every day. Mornings did not start early, and one or both of the boys always had a lie in bed until late morning. Afternoons were for being lazy, roaming and exploring, reading books for enjoyment, lounging in the gardens. Dinner was always tense, but usually only took up ninety minutes of the day. After dinner, the boys were free to sneak liquor and embrace stupidity. Nothing had been better, and nothing seemed like it could top it.

Sebastian was careful to avoid Marvolo’s gallery room, but he still endured glares from the eldest son at dinner. There was an incident that happened, however, on Sebastian’s seventh day in the home. Ominis, in his true fashion, had gone upstairs to his room to take a nap. Sebastian had removed a book from the library and was currently lounging in the gardens, basking in the sun and soaking up tales of Greek gods and monsters.

His mind became utterly lost in the lives of Achilles and Patroclus, and he couldn’t help but wonder what their bond was really like. Patroclus, like Sebastian, had been exiled from his family. Thus, he clung to Achilles with deep affection. Was Ominis Achilles, then? Achilles was meant to be brutal, Patroclus compassionate. That seemed backwards to Sebastian, him being much more brash than Ominis.

The more he thought about it, the more he became confused. The men loved each other, that much was evident. The death of Patroclus brought Achilles into the deepest despair. But what kind of love was it? Were they like brothers? Friends who, due to the Trojan war, secured a bond so deep that they attached themselves to each other? Or were they lovers? Sebastian suspected as much, the way they were portrayed did hint that their love was as much physical as it was mental.

He felt his cheeks grow hot at this thought. Moments before, he had compared himself to Patroclus and Ominis to Achilles, and now he sits and thinks that the two men in the book had to have had a sexual relationship. Sebastian was not Ominis’ tragic lover, bound to him by tragedy and love.

“That’s a good one.”

Sebastian’s eyes jerk up from his book. Marvolo stands over him, ever so slightly blocking the sun where he stands. Sebastian sits up slightly in his seat, determined to feel bigger despite sitting. “I am enjoying it, yes,” he responds, coolly.

Marvolo grins, wickedly as usual. “They die at the end, don’t they?”

Sebastian’s brows cock up ever so slightly, surprised that Marvolo may have actually read the book. “Patroclus does first. Achilles' death has always been somewhat murky, but he does eventually die I suppose.”

“Achilles was in deep despair after Patroclus died.”

“What a riveting observation, Marvolo.”

The Gaunt grins at this. “You may think me an idiot, but I am far too aware of things that you think are oblivious to the world,” he says, pointedly.

Sebastian sighs. “I know you received Ominis’ letter. I know you hid it, or tossed it, or whatever. You are the reason his parents did not know of my arrival.”

“Very good, Sebastian! It always amazes me when people of lesser stature have excellent critical thinking skills. Of course, small pranks between siblings are probably nothing new,” Marvolo says, clapping his hands together once.

“I wouldn’t call what you’ve done ‘small pranks’.”

This causes Marvolo’s face to twist slightly, his smile falling. “What are you implying?”

Sebastian braces himself, looking straight into Marvolo’s eyes. “I don’t think casting the Cruciatus curse on him is a prank,” he says, his voice seething. He doesn’t even need to say Ominis’ name, Marvolo knows.

“Placing blame on me for my brother’s weakness, are you?” Marvolo sneers. “Tell me Sebastian, why is it you have no family to go home to? My brother advocated for you, for your place in our home, yet he mentions your love of the Dark Arts. You have a sister, yes? What does she think of your interests?”

Sebastian glares, unable to come up with an answer right away. Marvolo can see this, and he knows that he has won the conversation. “I look forward to your family troubles resolving. Until then, try not to meddle with my family too much,” he says, a smug grin accompanying the words.

Marvolo turns and walks away swiftly, clearly pleased with himself. Sebastian feels like an idiot, but he is also angry. As soon as Marvolo is gone, he shuts his book and goes back inside the house, heading up to the third floor and into Ominis’ room.

“Wake up!” he says as soon as the door is shut. Ominis, in his slumber, startles quickly and shoots his upper half away from the mattress.

“Wh- what has happened?” the blonde spits out, confused by the sudden harsh wake-up from Sebastian. Rubbing his cheeks, he tries to understand why his friend sounds so angry with him. “Have I done something?”

Sebastian scoffs at this. “Telling your family that I was no longer welcome in mine because of my ‘love for the Dark Arts’? Yes, Ominis, that is something you have done.”

Ominis is shaking his head, his heart pounding. He has seldom experienced Sebastian being angry towards him. If anything, it was normally the other way around. “That was the only way!”

“The only way for what?”

“The only way I could convince them to let you stay here this summer! They were going to throw you out that night!”

Sebastian shuts his mouth, surprised by this. For a moment, the air hangs thick between them. “Why would they care if I was interested in that stuff?”

Ominis grimaces. “My family thinks that you’re a martyr, that you’re misunderstood. They take pity on people who are like them.”

Like them.

Sebastian wonders if Ominis meant to make the comparison. If he meant to compare his friend to the family that tortured him for years. He tries his best not to take it personally, but he does. “Fuck you, Ominis.”

Ominis frowns. “What the hell did you want me to say? ‘Oh, father and mother, take pity on my friend Sebastian. His sister does not want to see him and he has no living adult family members.’ I’m sure that would have convinced them!” he says, becoming just as angry.

In Ominis’ mind, he has done no wrong. He has only embellished the truth to afford Sebastian a summer of luxury and freedom. But he does not say this, as he does not want to rub his family’s wealth into Sebastian’s face while he is angry with him. “What did you want me to tell them? I panicked, and I wanted you here this summer.”

This softens Sebastian’s mind a bit, so much so that he tries to empathize with Ominis on the issue. Surely Ominis was just doing what he could so that Sebastian could stay here. There was no harm really, other than Marvolo’s taunts. He sighs, feeling guilty all at once for his outburst on his friend.

“My pride has eaten at me since I have arrived,” Sebastian suddenly admits, much to Ominis’ surprise. It’s not an apology, but Ominis almost views it as such.

“What are you feeling prideful about?” Ominis asks, gently and carefully.

Sebastian grimaces, unsure at first on how to say it. “I think I have pride in my upbringing. That, even though I did not come from this wealth, I am still capable and intelligent. Your family, I suspect, thinks otherwise.”

This makes Ominis’ heart ache for his friend. His friend, who is perhaps the most clever and ambitious person he knows, feels small among the likes of someone like Marvolo. “My family doesn’t come close to who you are,” he says softly, almost bashfully. But Ominis means this, the affection he has for his friend runs deeper than his affection for anyone else.

“You flatter me,” Sebastian says, grinning. Thoughts of Achilles and Patroclus swirl in his mind, and he pushes them out just as quickly. Glancing down, he realizes he is still clutching the book. “Do we have to prepare for supper shortly?”

“What time is it?”

“Quarter past six.”

Ominis nods. “Yes, let’s prepare then. My father has noted that he and my mother will be gone tomorrow. I suspect they are calling on some people. Anyways, we won’t have to tiptoe around the house, and you can poke around downstairs if you wish.”

“Anything good down there?”

Ominis smiles. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

This causes Sebastian to laugh, which in turn causes Ominis to do the same. The boys sense an ease between them, whiplashed after their argument only minutes before. But that is so often the case with friends; a push and pull of the love we have.

“Ominis?”

Ominis hums in response, waiting for his friend to speak again. Sebastian opens his mouth, then shuts it, then opens it again. “Have you read the Iliad?”

“Yes, once before. It’s a tragic tale, isn’t it?”

“Did you know that your brother had read it?”

Ominis snorts in response. “I’m surprised Marvolo reads anything at all, to be honest. He is less sharp than a spoon.”

Sebastian smiles. “That was a wicked thing to say, Ominis.”

Ominis frowns, a pout playing on his lips. “You’re not serious, are you? My brother is a lost cause when it comes to intelligence. He’s nothing more than a stupid bully with a fancy way of speaking.”

“Thank Merlin you didn’t turn out like that,” Sebastian says, teasing slightly. “You are smart but speak very simply.”

“Sebastian, I do not!”

The brunette laughs at his friends' annoyance, relishing in the simple moments of sarcasm and teasing words. Sebastian’s mind still draws back to Achilles, to Patroclus, to their friendship. He wonders if the words in the book are somehow being absorbed into his body, if somehow they are plaguing his mind.

Across the room, Ominis is recalling what he knows of the Iliad. He is also remembering the story of Achilles and Patroclus who, in Ominis’ mind, were certainly lovers. And the swirling of names is confusing: Achilles, Sebastian, Patroclus. It causes Ominis to stop laughing, to wonder if his thoughts are wrong.

“I am going to get ready for dinner,” he announces suddenly, standing up from the bed in a rush. Sebastian stared at his friend who, either because he had forgotten or because he did not care, had nothing but underwear on. Ominis’ body, slim and pale, was on display.

“I’ll, um, go then. Get ready in my room,” Sebastian says, stumbling through the bathroom as he speaks. He hears Ominis mutter a response, but doesn’t quite catch what it is. There was no reason for Sebastian to feel unsure about seeing him half-naked, it had happened before. They had shared a room for years, Merlin!

But perhaps it was because Ominis was Achilles, and Sebastian was Patroclus. At least, that is what Sebastian thought when reading the book earlier. And perhaps it’s because Sebastian was unsure of why he felt uneasy when he made the comparison of the two of them to the pair of suspected-lovers.

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I TOTALLY could edit a completed fic but alas, that is no fun at all.

POST HOGWARTS LEGACY SEBINIS FIC WITH SALTBURN LEVEL OBSESSION AND PERVERSION HERE ON AO3!!!

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New Fic Update!

Heavily inspired by Saltburn (2023), “Chained and Locked” is a Sebinis fic involving betrayal, lust, and secrets within the Gaunt Manor.

This is not a happy tale… Think of it as a cross between a Dark Romance and a Thriller.

First chapter can be found here on AO3! As always, bookmark or check back often. I update every 1-2 days :)

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That’s a wrap on my first full-length fan fic!

It’s been roughly four months since I started “Three Headed Serpent” and I can’t believe it’s done!

If you are looking for a COMPLETED Hogwarts Legacy fic involving the shadow trio, an indecisive and impulsive MC, and characters without plot armour, read it here on AO3!

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Possibly an odd question to ask, but how do you guys go about commissioning artists for fanfiction art? As my first story nears towards 2,000 hits (fingers crossed that it hits in 24 hours!) i wanted to do something special for it! Especially now that there is an end in sight and that it will officially end on 38 chapters!

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Summary: After feelings come to light, Ominis and Aislynn find themselves unable to pull away and say goodnight for the evening.

Warning: Explicit sexual content, penetration, oral sex, unprotected sex. Both characters are eighteen.

Word Count: 2.5k

Full fic can be found here on AO3!

Ominis and I just stand there, neither of us speaking. I’m so caught off guard by him standing here, that I don’t even know how to react to him. We just stand there, his mouth open in surprise and my eyes wide with shock.

“I was coming to-”

“I didn’t expect-”

We both shut our mouths, wanting the other person to finish speaking. I keep myself silent, wanting him to speak first. Ominis must know this, because he starts to speak again.

“I wanted to see if you were okay,” he says softly, his voice shy and his cheeks red. I nod, then remember to actually speak. “No, I mean, yes I’m fine. I’m okay,” I tell him, trying to assure him as best as I can. Ominis nods, but I continue speaking. “I’m not angry, I just felt embarrassed about my hair, about why I cut it. It all seems so stupid now. Ominis, I’m so sorry.”

“Please,” he says, his voice pleading and full of regret. “I should apologize to you. No part of you is like my family, not a single bit.”

“I could say that about you as well,” I say. His face shifts, his breathing relaxes. “And I am sorry,” I continue, “I shouldn’t have implied that it was your fault. It wasn’t. I think, when I’m angry, I do these stupid and impulsive things. And I don’t want to do that anymore, I want to have a clear head when I make decisions.”

Ominis nods, understanding this. A look that I can’t decipher crosses his face. “Okay, Aislynn. I hold nothing against you, and I don’t want you think I am upset. I was just concerned, and wanted to make sure you were okay before sleeping. So, I’ll let you rest now.”

He stands there for a moment, his soft words and gentle intentions floating in my head. “Goodnight, Aislynn,” he says, turning his body slightly. But I don’t want him to leave. And as I decide in my mind what I will do, there is no impulsiveness. There is only logic, and the desire for something that I have wanted for a long time.

I reach a hand out, wanting to stop him before he turns away. “Ominis,” I whisper softly, just as my hand touches his arm. And as soon as he feels my touch, it’s like a restraint inside him snaps. He turns to me, grabs my face, and presses his lips to mine all in one swift second.

I’m so surprised that a small squeak leaves my lips as he kisses me, but I don’t give myself a second to be embarrassed by this. Instead, I wrap my arms around his neck, my fingers snaking into his hair, and I let him kiss me. I’m so consumed by him, the way his skin feels, the smell of him, how soft his lips are and how they move against my own.

“Can we… get out… of the… hallway?” I say against his lips. He nods, and I back into my room with him still attached to my lips. He shuts the door behind us, and I press myself against the wall by the door. Ominis places one hand on my face, the other on the wall by my head, and continues to move his lips quickly against mine.

When I kissed Sebastian, there had been a want. I wanted to kiss him, but I was not slow to pull away if I needed to. This is entirely different. I need to kiss Ominis, to touch him and to taste him, and I don’t want to stop ever. Now that I’ve kissed him, I don’t think I could ever kiss another person and be satisfied.

His tongue snakes itself into my mouth, and I let a moan out. Gripping his hair, I pull him closer, so close that he’s practically squishing me against the wall. He pulls his lips away for a moment. “Aislynn,” he says, my name coming out like a prayer, a song, a poem. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. Say the word and I’ll stop.”

I keep my mouth shut, and I watch as the tiniest glimpse of a smile peeks onto his face. Closing the gap between us, I lunge for his lips again and press myself off of the wall. I steer him towards the bed, our eyes shut as we tangle our tongues and lips. I break away, just long enough to let him sit on the bed, before I climb onto him. My legs straddle his waist, and I brush his hair away from his face, just looking at him for a moment. “I don’t know how often people tell you this Ominis, but you are absolutely beautiful. Like you were carved from marble, or painted by someone long ago.”

He groans as I sink my fingers into his hair. “You can’t say things like that and expect me to keep my composure, Aislynn.”

I smile, pressing a light kiss to his lips. “I promise, I don’t want you to stay composed tonight.”

Ominis lifts his head, his lips meeting mine, and we start again. It’s slower this time, the two of us wanting to savor each other for the first time. His hands move from my shoulders to my back, and I wriggle my hips slightly onto his lap, causing him to groan under me. I move my hand to the collar of his shirt, feeling just enough under it to touch his smooth skin. “I want to touch you,” I whisper, moving my lips to kiss his cheek, his jaw, down to his neck.

“Glad the feeling is mutual,” he says, his mouth open as I nip at him. Pulling back slightly, I yank my sweater over my head before tugging at his shirt. He follows suit, and I am greeted by the sight of his smooth, slender torso. His skin is like porcelain, peppered with small moles in an unorganized fashion. Ominis looks like a god, crafted by angels, who is not meant to be on this Earth.

I pull his hands, allowing them to rest on my bare waist. He skims them up and down my back, before touching the back of my bra. “Can I?” he asks, so gently that it makes me want to say yes to everything he asks for the rest of my life. “Please,” I whisper, attaching my lips to his neck once more.

Once Ominis has unclasped my bra and tossed it aside, the cool air hits my chest and I feel my nipples peak. His hands are still on my back, but I want him to touch me everywhere. Pulling away from his neck, his hands fall to my waist. I grab one and pull it up so that he cups my left breast. He follows with his other hand on my right breast, kneading me gently for a moment before pulling his left hand away and attaching his mouth to my nipple.

I gasp, his tongue making a swirling motion that causes me to grip his hair. I grind my hips, feeling him hard against me, and bite my lip to hold back a moan. “Let me touch you,” I gasp out, my voice breathy. He pulls away from my nipple, a popping sound as he removes his lips. “Not yet, I want to take care of you first,” he whispers, kissing my collarbone gently.

In a swift motion, he rolls me off of him and onto the bed. He props himself on his side, kissing me lazily as his hand traces circles on my stomach, working lower slowly until I am practically wiggling out of my skirt. “Ominis, please,” I beg, my voice whining and unlike how I normally speak. He smiles, helping me to drag my skirt all the way down and off the bed.

“Aislynn, I need you to tell me if I’m doing something wrong, or if you want me to stop,” he says suddenly, his face serious. I reach a hand out to touch his cheek, my thumb stroking him lightly. He’s so, so, so perfect.

Shimmying out of my underwear, I take his hand and place it over my center. “I don’t think there is any way you could touch me that would feel wrong,” I say with a small laugh, grinning at him. He smiles, before lowering himself over me and parting my open with his fingers.

My head falls all the way back on the bed, and I squirm as his hands touch every little bit of me. Memorizing my sex, the spots that cause me to gasp or move, before he does anything calculated. His hands guide him on what to do to me, and when his finger circles my clit and causes me to gasp, he seizes his opportunity and lowers his mouth to where his finger just was.

Pride be damned, by mouth falls open and I moan embarrasingly loud. My hands find Ominis’ head and hair, gripping him as he licks and laps at me. Neither of us are skilled, but he is so enthusiastic and devoted that it doesn’t matter. These loud noises are coming from where he devours me, and I feel every little motion his tongue makes on me. I’m convinced nothing could feel better than this, but then he slips a finger inside me and I cry out.

“Fuck,” he says, pulling his mouth away slightly and adding a second finger. “You feel amazing. You sound amazing, Aislynn.”

I moan at his words, unable to form a real thought in my head as he pumps his fingers into me. He lips find their target again, and I’m squirming and crying out, a coil in me tightening and promising something delicious. “Ominis,” I whine, my legs shaking and my hands yanking at his hair.

“Let me hear everything,” he says, curling his fingers in me as I climb higher to my build. I can see the peak of this, and with one last lick up my center I’m done for. His name, curses, incoherent words, they all tumble off of my lips as I writhe on his fingers and face, cumming so incredibly hard as he still moves his hand.

“Fuck, I- I need, oh god,” I cry out, wriggling away as it becomes too much. But he holds me, his mouth off of me but his hand still moving inside me. I look at him, at the drunken look over his face, at how his lips are glistening. He slows his fingers, but doesn’t stop them. “Please, Ominis.”

He pulls his fingers out of me, gripping both of my thighs and placing a soft kiss on the inside of my right one. “You are perfection,” he says, his words coming out with a groan. Feeling very exposed all of a sudden, I prop myself up on my elbow. “Let me touch you,” I plead, pulling him up so that he is over me. Touching the button on his pants, he nods as I undo them before standing and shuffling out of the. He takes off his last layer, and that’s it. Naked, both of us.

He climbs back over me, and I touch his length, pumping it a few times in my hand. He groans, but places a hand on my arm. “I just want to take you now,” he gasps, practically begging. “Please, Aislynn.”

“Okay,” I breathe out, letting go of him. “But I want to be on top.”

Ominis grins, shifting off of me and onto the mattress. I guide him to the top of the bed so he can sit against the headboard, and I climb into his lap. Placing a small kiss to his lips, I grasp him and line him up with myself before sinking onto him.

We gasp in unison as I lower myself, and I feel so unbelievably full and perfect with him inside of me. Rocking my hips slightly, I test out how to move my body on top of his. He groans under me, one of his hands on my hips as I try my best to move up and down on him. It’s messy, uncoordinated, and we are both not sure what to do.

It’s absolutely perfect.

His lips come forward, kissing my chest and finding one of my nipples before taking it into his mouth as I move on him. “Fuck, Ominis,” I gasp out, and he moans into my chest as I say his name. I’m rocking against him still, unsure of how to move faster, but he takes his mouth away and both of his hands fall to my hips, slowing my pace.

My brows furrow, and I think he wants me to stop. But instead, he snaps his hips up, driving himself into me and causing me to practically curse with a shout. It’s not particularly fast, but it’s deep, so much so that I feel it in the pit of my stomach as he moves in me.

“Please don’t stop,” I gasp out, grabbing his shoulders as he moves into me. He is slow, snapping his hips hard each time he moves. I clench around him and he groans, his hips stuttering. “Aislynn, I’m going to finish soon,” he says into my ear. I push my hips down, meeting his thrusts, and I moan in response. Moving my lips towards his, I kiss him as we continue to move slowly. My mouth opens, feeling myself tighten again. “Ominis,” I say, gasping and falling apart again.

Stars fill my vision once more, and I clench around him, hard. He slows, and I hear him groan. He gives me a few more thrusts up, and then I feel a warmth in me as he groans and says my name over and over again. Collapsing against his chest, he kisses my neck and jaw slowly as I pant against him.

Sliding off of him, I kiss his cheek quickly and get up to go to the washroom. I clean myself off quickly before heading back to where he is in the bed. “Scoot over,” I tell him, and he smiles and shifts on the bed so that I have room to climb in next to him.

He puts his arms around me, and all I can think of is how warm and tired I am. I feel him breathing against my hair, one hand stroking my loose strands. “Was that okay?” he asks, timidly and with so much care that my heart flips inside my chest.

Lifting my head, I press a long slow kiss to his lips. When I pull away, he is smiling. “It was perfect,” I tell him. And I mean it, I do. Messy and inexperienced and perfect. And I let myself rest my head on his chest, no thoughts in my head but a beating heart and a pretty boy with blonde hair.

[aislynn-wiley1999]

As a fanfiction writer, sometimes even I get frustrated with how slow I’ve made my slow burn. BUT with my chapters planned out, I’m so excited for things to heat up in approximately 2-3 chapters!!

Full fic here on AO3!

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I don’t know which author needs to hear this right now but even if you never update your wip i would never regret reading it a time of joy is never wasted

[aislynn-wiley1999]

Are you looking for a Hogwarts Legacy fanfiction where:

- Characters do not have plot armour?

- Angst, jealousy, and hidden feelings are all present?

- The romance is a slow burn full of fleeting glances and brushed hands?

- the MC is angry, tired, severe, and occasionally horny?

- Sebastian and Ominis are RIDDLED with flaws and deeper emotions?

- There is smut (eventually, it IS a slow burn)?

Consider reading Three Headed Serpent here on AO3!

It’s at 47k words right now and I update every 2-3 days :)