Prompt: Headcanon (in this case, Sirona Ryan and Mirabel Garlick are a couple)
Pairing: Sirona Ryan x Mirabel Garlick
Summary: Sirona is in love with her best friend. Takes place during the events of my 'Cariad' story (1869)
Word Count: 895 words
A/N: I'll also be posting my short drabbles on AO3 and Wattpad after this week! Written for @hogwartslegacyprideweek
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“Did you know that there are about four hundred different ways to use bubotuber pus?”
“Really?” Sirona Ryan asked as she scribbled onto her parchment. “I had no idea.”
“It’s true,” Mirabel Garlick went on, reading from her book as they studied in the greenhouses. “A lot of them are cosmetic, of course, but you can use it in potions. Not very good potions, though.”
Sirona chuckled and finally looked up. Mirabel’s long red hair sat in her familiar long braids, a nice contrast to her yellow Hufflepuff dress and robes, and a beautiful addition to the gorgeous smile that graced Mirabel’s lips when she was excited about something.
And usually, that something was usually found within the Greenhouse.
As if feeling the gaze, Mirabel looked up from her book and matched Sirona’s gaze with a look of concern. “What is it?”
Sirona felt her heart begin to pound her chest, and regretfully she looked away from the gorgeous face of Mirabel Garlick and tried to focus back on her homework.
How long had Sirona had these intense feelings for her best friend? Perhaps for the same amount of time that Sirona had been… well, Sirona. Around the same time that she began to notice how different she was and how out-of-place she felt in her old identity, she also began to notice how beautiful Mirabel was becoming. Mirabel had always been pretty, but as she got older she became the definition of beautiful. And soft. And warm. And so much more wonderful and accepting than many other Ravenclaws had been towards Sirona and her many ‘changes’.
Mirabel could have any boy within her grasp if she so chose. And perhaps if Sirona had not stepped away from that old and suffocating identity then she could have had a chance as well to be on the arm of the pretty redheaded Hufflepuff. Perhaps it would have even been worth it to go back if it meant a chance at marrying Mirabel. Her parents would certainly prefer that their muggleborn daughter marry the Ryan boy instead of who she was now.
No, she couldn’t do that. Mirabel had been the one to push Sirona to be happy within her body. She had encouraged her best friend to accept that she was different and that was okay, that she could wear ribbons in her hair when she styled it down and to no longer feel obligated to wear pants if she didn’t want to that day. For every harsh transition, for every beating from bullies and let-downs from family and adults, Mirabel had been by Sirona’s side for all of it.
“You’re lost in thought,” Mirabel said, inching closer to Sirona until their legs were touching. “Is everything alright?”
No, everything was not alright. Sirona could smell the sweet scent of flowers and soil that she only associated with this girl, and it only churned her stomach when she realized just how close Mirabel had actually moved towards her. When she looked up, she noticed instantly that Mirabel was only a few inches from her face. The proximity made it impossible to run away, but also impossible to look away.
“Sirona?” Mirabel asked. She moved a hand and rested it on Sirona’s forehead, causing her to shiver nervously. “Are you alright? You’re suddenly flushed.”
“Fine!” Sirona squealed before she finally looked away, trying to save face. “I’m fine! Actually, I should uhh… actually I have to go. Lots of homework. And I should make it back to the common room before–”
A hand gently came and cupped Sirona’s face, forcing her to look back at her friend. The brown eyes, a color often associated with damp earth, looked back at her shining with genuine curiosity and concern that only made Sirona melt further into the touch.
“Be honest,” Mirabel said softly. “What’s wrong?”
Everything, Sirona thought. Everything was wrong. She should not be having such feelings about her friend. Most girls did not fall in love with girls like Sirona. Hell, Sirona wasn’t even sure if people fell in love with people like her at all! And Mirabel had known her since before the transition from Samuel to Sirona, so how could Sirona ever expect her to feel anything except friendship towards her at all?
Mirabel frowned. “Please?”
Sirona closed her eyes, trying to hide herself from Mirabel’s gaze. It would ruin everything.
Just as she thought that, Sirona felt a pair of soft lips meet her own. Instantly, she began to kiss back, moving her lips against them as she embraced the warm tingling sensation that shivered through her entire body. Her chest warmed and her mind went foggy, and a second later she was wrapping her hands around Mirabel’s waist to pull her closer, kissing her harsher and more eager as she gave in to her selfish desires.
Mirabel whimpered at the movement, and instantly Sirona released the kiss as she felt the panic begin to set. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “Oh fuck, I’m so–”
To her surprise, Mirabel laughed. “No, I’m not hurt,” she explained. “I was just surprised. I wasn’t expecting you to be so eager.”
Sirona’s face was burning hot with embarrassment. “You started it.”
“I know.” Mirabel’s face lit up brightly. “But can we continue it?”
This time, Sirona grinned, nodding one more time before leaning in to kiss her again.
Synopsis: When Sebastian gets hung up on his prematurely graying hair, Damien reminds him that sometimes the things we like least about ourselves come with a silver lining.
Ten years after the events of Hogwarts Legacy.
This one-shot is an installment of the "Like Moths to a Flame" series, but it can be read as a standalone.
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 1517
Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x Male MC (Damien Evans)
Tags: POV Sebastian Sallow; Sebastian Sallow in Love; Body Worship; Hurt/Comfort; Oral Sex; Established Relationship; Married Couple; Married Sex; Fluff; Domestic Fluff; True Love; Emotional Hurt/Comfort
Author's Note: In my Sebastian POV series, the relic affects Sebastian in more ways than one (...lmao), but most notably, it makes him gray prematurely, hence my head canon!
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Sebastian's hair had gone mostly gray by twenty-five. It might have bothered him more if Damien didn't adore it so openly. Not that it didn't bother Sebastian at all. He definitely hated it the majority of the time.
"You look so striking, Bash. Why would anyone bat an eye at your hair?" Damien said now in their cozy cottage in Hogsmeade, leaning against the kitchen counter, his gorgeous golden-brown eyes sparkling, even in the dim light. Then, almost as an afterthought, he added, "Well, besides to admire it."
Still, the comment from one of Sebastian's students earlier that day had stuck with him. Not said to his face, of course, but whispered to her partner over their shared cauldron. ("He finished school less than a decade ago? That can't be right. He's far too old. Look at his hair.") Sebastian really should have walked away then, but instead, he lingered just long enough to hear the reply. ("I must have misheard. You certainly make a good point.")
Sebastian hadn't meant to relate the sorry tale to Damien—it was ridiculous, just a passing comment, really—but the words had nagged at him all afternoon. And sometimes, you just had to say something out loud to kill the power it had over you. So, he'd whinged about it. Hence, Damien's perfectly acceptable response.
Damien always had a way of making Sebastian feel like himself again. It was almost unfair, how easy he made it seem.
Now, Damien's words didn't quite soothe the sting to Sebastian's pride, not entirely, but he had a good feeling about what was coming next.
Sebastian knew his beloved husband's tells all too well. Damien's pupils had darkened, just slightly, a subtle shift most would have missed, but not Sebastian Nicolas Evans-Sallow.
"Something more on your mind, love?" he asked, a gentle tease. He punctuated his question with a wink, just in case Damien needed the extra hint. They had all the time in the world for a little mischief.
"Always," Damien practically purred, sauntering forward, the fabric of his trousers whispering with every step. Sebastian, caught mid-toss of flour into a bowl, eyed his approach eagerly, the not quite half-made bread he was preparing momentarily forgotten.
The dough could wait. This couldn't.
"Hold on now," Sebastian said, stepping back from the bowl and raising his hands in surrender, dough clinging to his fingers. "At least let me wash up first."
Damien smiled, ruffling Sebastian's hair with an easy affection. "Alright. You've got thirty seconds."
Fair enough. Sebastian moved faster than he had all day, not least because his cock was already straining uncomfortably against his trousers.
Hands clean, he whirled around, expecting to find Damien striking some ludicrous, but still entirely seductive pose against the wall, or perhaps draped over a chair…
But the kitchen was empty.
"Darling D," Sebastian called out, his voice dripping with honeyed allure, "wherever have you gone?"
As if summoned by Accio itself, Damien strolled back through the doorway, completely bare, hip cocked, hands perched on either side of his waist, a smirk splayed across his maddeningly handsome face.
"Ready for me, you silver fox, you?" he said, one eyebrow quirked, pure sin wrapped in the soft, pinkish-purple light spilling through the window as sunset bled into night.
Sebastian laughed. "Someone's eager."
Damien flicked his gaze down to his own very insistent cock, then back up to Sebastian's tented trousers. "Speak for yourself. Shall I strip you, or would you prefer to do it on your own?"
"What do you think?"
But Damien was already on him, his hands on Sebastian's belt, maneuvering it off, tossing it over his shoulder with a "Hah!" then yanking Sebastian's trousers down, as one would, at least in the case of Damien, who had a flair for the dramatic.
He didn't even bother with Sebastian's shirt. At least not yet. Instead, his mouth found Sebastian's cock in the very next breath and his tongue began its immediate, deeply concentrated work. As he tended to Sebastian, ever a skilled multi-tasker, Damien's hands snaked up to Sebastian's ass, squeezing hard, just the way Sebastian preferred, fingers digging in like he couldn't bear to let go.
The pressure in Sebastian's cock coiled tighter and tighter until he couldn't bear it another heady second. His hand, tangled in Damien's luscious golden-blond hair, slid free as he let out a sound—a rough, breathy rasp—the kind he still managed to make, even after nearly a decade with his dear, delightful Damien.
Damien pulled back, looking up at him through his thick golden lashes, his lips glistening. "Mmm. To the bedroom, methinks," he said, tossing Sebastian the cheekiest of smiles.
Sebastian didn't need to reply. Before he could so much as move, Damien swept him up into his arms, holding him tight against his broad chest, the soft curve of his belly pressing warmly into Sebastian's lower back.
He carried him up the stairs, nose buried in Sebastian's hair, nuzzling the crown of his head and murmuring a steady stream of sweet-nothings, half of which were lost to the rush of blood in Sebastian's ears, but every word dripping with poetry Sebastian could feel in his very bones, even though he suddenly felt as if he had no bones at all.
He did manage to catch Damien's last remark though.
"Every step closer to bed is a step closer to heaven," he had said.
Sebastian barked out a laugh. "Heaven, hm? Bit of a stretch, considering neither of us believes in that rubbish."
Damien only tightened his hold, nuzzling deeper, nosing affectionately at the streaks of silver in Sebastian's hair which he (apparently) loved so much.
"Well, on the off chance it is real," he said softly, "it wouldn't be heaven without you. It'd be hell."
Sebastian huffed, both amused and, admittedly, a little flustered. "Another place we don't believe in," he muttered.
"Doesn't change the truth," Damien said, pressing a kiss to Sebastian's temple, right where the first grays had appeared all those years ago, when they were still just teenagers, wrapped up in each other during that endless Mayfair summer. "You're my heaven, Bash."
Merlin, Sebastian wasn't prepared for that—for Damien's love to be spelled out so thoroughly.
Damien's words hit him low and hard; the sincerity of them, the history tucked in between the lines, bringing him back to a time when Sebastian wasn't sure if he could love someone so completely, wasn't sure if Damien would even want him with everything he had done, every terrible thing he had said, every mistake he had made. But it had happened. It had happened, and Merlin, look at them now.
Sebastian pressed his forehead to Damien's shoulder, laughing, a shaky, quiet thing. "You say things like that and you expect me to survive it?"
Damien chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest, making its way down to his belly, creating a glorious wave of ripples. His grip tightened again somehow, as if he could fold Sebastian even closer, as if the years, the worries, the graying hair, didn't mean a thing when they were like this, practically melded together, moving through life side by side.
"Not trying to kill you, my love," Damien said, his lips tickling Sebastian's ear. "Just trying to make sure you know exactly how loved you are."
Sebastian squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, gathering himself, feeling ridiculously undone, and knowing, deep, deep, very deep down, that was precisely Damien's intention.
"Consider it mission accomplished, you wretch," Sebastian said, his voice thick with feeling he didn't even bother trying to hide. No point, really. Damien read him like a well-worn book, one of his favorites, one he came back to time and time again, the spine cracked open so many times it was tearing.
Damien laughed again, kissed the top of Sebastian's head once more, and carried him the rest of the way upstairs like he weighed nothing at all.
Gray hair? What gray hair?
Even if Sebastian looked older than his years, Damien never saw anything but his true self, which was made of many parts: the boy he had been, the man he'd become, and the inevitable old man he would one day grow into. No amount of silver could change that. No amount of silver could erase the years of their shared history.
In fact, it might be the opposite. The silver meant something far more. It meant Sebastian was alive. It meant he was still here, with Damien, for the years they still had ahead of them.
So if Damien wanted to worship Sebastian, his grays included, whether with gentle hands, soft kisses, or words so tender they often left Sebastian speechless and boneless, so be it.
Sebastian wasn't just getting older, he was being transformed—transfigured, really—into the most distinguished version of himself. The man he was always meant to be.
And if Damien could see that, if Damien could love Sebastian's flaws, even his stubborn grays, then perhaps Sebastian could see it too. He'd at least give it a good solid try.
a/n: sorry this is late! i've had so much else going on lol. this is just a little drabble i worked on between finals n junk xx
summary: leander tells sebastian he loves him for the first time <3
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A light summer breeze ripples through the grass of the Quidditch Pitch. It’s one of Leander’s favourite places to relax, especially after the stress of end-of-year exams. He likes to sit and watch the Gryffindor team practise, or attempt to learn broom flight himself. One day, he’ll be good enough to join the team.
Most days, he’d rather sit alone with his thoughts, but today he’s brought Sebastian along. Almost everything is better with him. Their fingers are intertwined as they sit in the sun. Sebastian is sprawled back in the grass, his brown curls a stark contrast against the green.
“-But I know I completely fucked the Herbology exam.” Sebastian sighs. His favourite activity after finals is to everything he’s done right or wrong. It’s a quality Leander finds very endearing.
“You really should have let me help you.”
Sebastian chuckles. “I should have. Bet that’s why Garlick put us on opposite sides of the greenhouse.”
Leander lays back next to him, studying his face. Not for the first time, he wonders just how he got so lucky. The idea that someone like Sebastian Sallow would ever be interested in him- it almost defies logic, really. Today, in fact, is the 6 month anniversary of their first date, and each one has been better than the last. The more time they spend together, the more Leander realises just how much Sebastian means to him.
Perhaps, more accurately, that Leander loves him.
He hasn’t said it out loud yet. He’s terrified to. What if he’d be moving too fast, or Sebastian doesn't feel the same and wants to keep things more casual? With his track record, he’s bound to mess it up somehow.
He really, really wants to tell Sebastian that he loves him. After all, he tells his parents and his siblings that he loves them all the time, so how hard can it be? Except there’s a world of difference between the two, and his family is his family so they have to love him back, and-
“Are you all right?” Sebastian’s voice breaks through his thoughts. He’s rolled on his side, staring at Leander.
Leander blinks. “Huh? Oh. Er, yeah. Just… thinking.”
“About…?”
"You."
“Ah.” Sebastian grins. “Great thing to think about.”
Leander giggles. “It is.”
They lull into a comfortable silence, as they often do. Nothing ever feels awkward with Sebastian, which is saying something. Leander is awkwardness personified.
The pitch is empty, aside from the two of them. It’s warm, and the sun is making Sebastian’s eyes sparkle, and he’s been thinking about it so much that he can’t help it when it slips out.
“I love you.” Almost as soon as the words are out of his mouth, Leander feels like an idiot. Really? That’s the first time he says it? Merlin, what a dork. He sits up and hides his face in his hands. “Sorrysorrysorrysorry. Sorry. That was stupid. Sorry.”
Sebastian gets up as well. “You do?”
“Yeah, ‘course I do,” Leander mumbles, still hiding. “I… I have for a while, and I’ve been wanting to say it for a while, but in the right way.”
Gently, Sebastian pulls Leander’s hands away from his face. “And what, exactly, was wrong with the way you said it?”
Leander shrugs. “I… wanted it to, I dunno, be someplace special. And to plan it better, rather than just blurt it out.”
Sebastian wraps his arms around Leander’s waist and pulls him to sit in his lap. “Well, we’re somewhere that’s special to you-”
“I suppose.”
“It’s a nice day, we’re together, and, sweetheart, as much as I love you, too, you’ve never been the best at planning.” He kisses Leander’s cheek with a small laugh.
Sam's grid features my girl Ellie (third row center) and his sister Abby (bottom left)
Garreth's features one of his brothers, William (second row center) and Ellie (bottom left)
as you can see, they have very different social media habits 😆 Sam is more reserved and it generally doesn't occur to him to post anything, while Garreth is active and open about his life, especially his obsession with his boyfriend 🧡💙
Thanks a lot to @espressoristretto-patronum who kindly listened to me and gave me advice when I wasn't sure if my idea was good or not ❤️ She also gave me the idea for the journalist, let's see if you will guess who he is!
Thank you if you decide to read it ❤️ It's quite silly but I has fun writing it haha.
The song of the tower clock rang through the Room of Requirements. The hour struck twelve. With a soft click of the door latching in place, Sharp stilled. The groaning of metal coming to life drew his focus to the entryway, where a knight guard stood tall.
The knight nodded and snapped to attention— Sharp knew he was clear to move forward.
When Sharp stepped into the atrium, he was met with cluttered desks and old, leather-bound books. And, a boy fast asleep curled on the sofa, still in his formal uniform. Sharp let out the breath he was holding, the tension in his jaw melting.
Two days missing. Two days of restless sleep. Two days and no sign of return— until now. It’s a wonder the boy hadn’t collapsed sooner.
When Alvaro awoke, a proper breakfast would be first. Then, perhaps, the conversation that they’ve both been avoiding.
Sebastian thinks Ominis doesn’t notice him staring 👀
I wanted to start out with these boyos because I love Sebinis 🐍💚 If you have a request for your favorite pairing, whether it’s MCs or NPCs, let me know! I might already be drawing them ✨
Here’s a non-blurry version because I love how Ominis turned out in this! 🥹
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