Once again, a huge thank you to everyone who participated and shared their creativity. This event wouldn’t have been the same without you.
Below you’ll find all the amazing art and fics created for the event.
We hope you enjoy all the contributions and start the new year with plenty of Sebinis love!
🎨 lovely art by Frappitto
Prompts: "Soda" and "Sebastian's tender feelings for Ominis" from @rainbowenot
📜 "Under the Mistletoe" by @roombaya
Prompts: "To be less jealous", "Sebastian looses his voice and must find new ways to communicate with Ominis" and "Eggnog" from SaNoxx99
📜 "Heartleap" by oui_merci
Prompt: "Make Ominis the happiest man on Earth" from penumbrain
🎨 charming art by @ombeodblack
Prompt: "cinnamon spice" from oui_merci
📜 "Clouded Waters" by SaNox99
Prompt: "Sebastian and Ominis as University students" from Frappitto
📜 "The Taste of Christmas" by @holdmymallowsweet
Prompt: "Butterbeer and Ominis realizing he can smell it on Sebastian when he gets close and wondering if he’s able to taste it on him too" from prettypleiades
📜 "savoury" by @sepaw-omeow (bog_rosemary & sepawstian)
Prompt: "Savoury" from @ombeodblack
📜 "summer and yet your gaze is warmer then the sun" by prettypleiades
Prompt: "Sebastian, being half-blood on his mother's side, takes Ominis on a tour of Muggle London and shows him a world he was previously unaware of" from @waywardprintmaker
🎨 cozy art by @waywardprintmaker
Prompt: "New Year's wish to buy a small cozy house in the village for two" from @littlejony
📜 "Happy New Us" by penumbrain
Prompt: "Remember the fountain scene from "Atonement"? I have the idea of Ominis plunging into the fountain/pond/any other reservoir it doesn't matter, and then he shows up all dripping and beautiful and Sebastian just *speechless*" from @roombaya
📜 "Wrong Turn" / "Поворот не туда" by @gian-blackbell
Prompts: "Learning how to drive a car", "Games" and "Hot chocolate or strawberries dipped in chocolate" from @merrietj
🎨 sweet art by @hewempt
Prompt: "gingerbread house" from @gian-blackbell
📜 "Slythering In", "Sweet As Pie" and "Mine, Only Mine" by @irrationaltide
Prompts: "spend more time doing homework and reading in the Hogwarts Library", "apple pie" and "shopping for clothes in the new year" from @ladyelspeth14
🎨 adorable art by @littlejony
Prompt: "long, hot hugs after ice skating, snot and wet faces, and endless silly jokes among themselves" from @hewempt
📜 "Dust" by @ladyelspeth14 and "Magic Sparks" by @irrationaltide
Prompt: "Cleaning out the basement" and "one of our boys is secretly in love with the other. Repressing his feelings makes him accidentally do magic again, which leads to embarrassing or awkward situations" from @holdmymallowsweet
📜 "Glittering" and "Into the Blue" by @ladyelspeth14
Prompts: "After the winter ball they dancing in the moonlight because they are drunk and Sebastian accidentally confess his love to Ominis" and "They are happy, they are married, or just having a vacation" from @sachipastelbunny
🎨 cute art by @holdmymallowsweet
Prompts: "Cinnamon and clove with a twist of orange citrus" and "To find luck in the new year and finally have things go your way" from @irrationaltide
📜 "the mechanics of certain vanishing cabinets" by @merrietj
Prompts: "To find a home of your own together with the person you love", "Sebastian lives in the 19th century. He doesn't have Ominis, but he does have Anne. After finishing Hogwarts, at about 20 years old, he either touches a magical artifact or meddles a bit too much with spells and ends up in the future, in the 21st century. There he meets Ominis and helps him gain sight through magic" and "Gingerbread cookies" from @sepaw-omeow (bog_rosemary & sepawstian)
Art for @irrationaltide, for the New Year New Sebinis promt exchange. The promt was: Cinnamon and clove with a twist of orange citrus
You were the one who breathed life into this event, and through all the ups and downs, it really has been the most amazing experience! Thank you, a million times 💚🐍
...and a quick little bonus doodle (in my usual style, haha), because I had a last minute inspiration, for the prompt: To find luck in the new year and finally have things go your way.
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My contribution to the @newyearnewsebinis event! A gift for @sepawstian and @buzinaaa. I hope you like this as much as I had fun writing it <3
Prompts:
1. To find a home of your own together with the person you love.
2. Sebastian lives in the 19th century. He doesn’t have Ominis, but he does have Anne. After finishing Hogwarts, at about 20 years old, he either touches a magical artifact or meddles a bit too much with spells and ends up in the future, in the 21st century. There he meets Ominis and helps him gain sight through magic.
3. Gingerbread cookies.
Art by @littlejony for the New Year, New Sebinis prompt exchange, based on @hewempt's prompt: "long, hot hugs after ice skating, snot and wet faces, and endless silly jokes among themselves"
hello! i am new to fandom and i am wondering, i do not write really but i have prompts ideas. is this a space where i can share it so that if an author is interested they can use it? thank you :))
Hello, and welcome to the fandom!
This blog is for a specific, currently ongoing event, but if you are looking for a place to share sebinis-specific prompts or ideas with the writers and artists of the fandom, feel free to contact one of our organisers for an invite link to the sebinis discord server!
Art by @waywardprintmaker for the New Year, New Sebinis prompt exchange, inspired by @littlejony's prompt: "New Year's wish "to buy a small cozy house in the village for two".
Printmaker would also like to say: "Thank you so much to @littlejony for the lovely prompt and thank you to @irrationaltide, @merrietj, @old-man-enjoyer and @holdmymallowsweet for letting me participate! I hope you enjoy my contribution as much as I enjoyed making it!"
On his first Christmas at Hogwarts, Ominis Gaunt struggles with the sudden influx of noise, confusing feelings for his new best friend and an overwhelming curiosity about the taste of Butterbeer.
Sweet, fluffy Sebinis for the New Year, New Sebinis prompt exchange. My promt was from @whimsical--witch: Butterbeer and Ominis realizing he can smell it on Sebastian when he gets close and wondering if he’s able to taste it on him too
Your prompts were all amazing and I'm not sure I did this one justice, but I enjoyed writing for it and I hope you enjoy reading it too!
The first thing Ominis ever noticed about Christmas at Hogwarts was the sheer amount of noise.
“You’ll get used to it,” Sebastian told him.
Ominis did not.
The start of December brought an unending stream of Christmas carols, sung loudly by jolly classmates, hummed by his Professors in between classes, and even when he thinks he is alone in a deserted corridor, an enchanted armor would startle him by suddenly bursting out in song. It made him drop and break three ink bottles so far.
Then there’s the constant chatter about holiday plans, wishes and worries over Christmas presents, joined by enchanted greeting cards that loudly declare their Merry Christmases like clockwork.
All of it is slowly wearing him out, making him yearn for some peace and quiet. On the last day of lessons before the holidays he skips breakfast just to spend a few more minutes in the silence of the room he shares with Sebastian.
Ignoring his grumbling stomach, he’s slightly hurt that the Sallow twins didn’t make a greater effort in convincing him to join them, but he suspects they might know it’s not just the noise that makes him want to avoid their classmates for a little longer. Lying in bed, with nothing but his thoughts to keep him company, it is harder to deny what really bothers him about the current festive mood.
It makes him feel more left out than usual.
Christmas at Gaunt manor was always a sullen affair, with the exception of Aunt Noctua’s visits. But even those slowly started to fade from his memory.
He doesn’t know the Christmas carols by heart like everyone else seemingly does, he didn’t grow up singing them with loving parents by a warm cozy fire under a christmas tree.
There was never anyone to give Christmas presents to either. Last weekend, Ominis paid a seventh year for a few handfuls of Honeyduke’s sweets, for Sebastian and Anne. They hide sneakily at the bottom of his trunk, giving him anxiety every day because he’s worried his new friends might be disappointed. He just doesn’t know what or where to get anything else, and the thought of asking his parents- or Merlin forbid, his brother- terrifies him.
“At least the food was delicious,” he tells Sebastian after the Christmas feast, though he’s not sure if he heard him. When they left the great hall, he hoped to spend a calm and peaceful evening chatting in front of the fireplace, but no such luck. The increased rowdiness and cheers and clinking of bottles in the Slytherin common room suggest that the upper years decided they deserve to celebrate in a more grown up fashion.
“I could tell. You almost finished half of the desserts on your own.”
Sebastian skillfully evades Ominis’ playful kick, but he didn’t try to aim well to begin with. Closing his eyes, he sinks further into the cushions of the sofa, feeling Sebastian shuffle to his right, and Anne’s legs heavy on his lap. She’s been silent for a while now, so he assumes she fell asleep, in spite of all the ruckus.
“Want to go somewhere more quiet?”
Sebastian’s voice was close enough to his ear that he could feel his breath. The embarrassment from the little flinch it draws out of him only lasts a moment. Somehow, nothing Sebastian ever does really bothers him as much as it would if it were anyone else.
“Merlin, yes. Please.” Ominis’ legs are longing for a change of scenery too, they’re about to go numb from Anne’s weight on them.
He lets Sebastian take him by the hand and lead. Another thing that should bother him but doesn’t. They walk up the stairs, but Sebastian doesn’t lead them in the direction of the dormitory, which would be sensible given the hour, or the undercroft, which would be expected if Sebastian had mischief in mind, which he usually does. Instead they awkwardly climb behind the Slytherin statue in the middle of the staircase leading up to the prefect’s dorms, and find themselves in a small, doorless room Ominis never knew existed.
“What…?”
But Sebastian shushes him before he can finish his question. Ominis hears him mumble a spell, and then the noise from the common room suddenly grows dull and muffled, as if they’d thrown several wool blankets over themselves.
“Privacy charm,” he explains. “Wouldn’t want to be disturbed while we’re enjoying a little festive treat.”
A glass bottle is pushed in Ominis arms, followed by a thud as Sebastian’s arse hits the floor and a content sigh, before he feels his friend tug on his robe like the impatient child he is. Ominis settles down next to Sebastian, turning the bottle in his hands. “What is it?”
“Butterbeer. An early Christmas present from one of the fifth years. I think. He was so drunk, he might have mistaken me for one of his friends.”
The sliver of space between them disappears as Sebastian leans over to snatch the bottle out of Ominis timid grasp.
“Are we supposed to have this?” He asks pointlessly, while Sebastian audibly takes a big swig from the bottle.
“Why shouldn’t we?”
“There’s alcohol in it,” Ominis points out, even though it makes him feel a bit childish and boring. They're still close enough for him to feel Sebastian shrug.
“Barely. They’re not serving it in the Great Hall, but that doesn’t mean we’re not allowed to have it. I saw Garreth get a bottle from Professor Weasley earlier.”
“No you didn’t.”
“Alright, it might have been Pumpkin juice.”
The smell of the Butterbeer hangs faintly in the air, sweet and strangely festive. It grows stronger as Sebastian starts talking again, closer to his face than before. It makes Ominis blush.
“You really never had any? Not even at home?”
“We drink tea at home,” Ominis says defensively. “The adults have wine at dinner. Marvolo prefers firewhisky.”
Sebastian snorts. “I’m sure he does.”
“He sneaks it into the house whenever he comes home from school and gets drunk in his room. He thinks father doesn’t know, but I think he just doesn’t care.”
Sebastian has an uncanny talent for making him drop his guard, spill thoughts and secrets he never thought he’d dare say out loud. Strangely enough, it feels good. Freeing. He was raised to consider every spoken word twice.
Even with Aunt Noctua he could never be as honest as he wanted, lest it somehow got back to his father. “The walls have ears,” she once told him. Ominis is sure that even if the walls of Hogwarts have ears, his conversations with Sebastian are well and truly drowned out by holiday cheers and increasingly discordant Christmas carols.
It’s quiet for a while, with the exception of the audible gulps that tell Ominis the bottle isn’t empty yet.
“Looking forward to your presents?” Sebastian asks suddenly.
“Not really. I usually get books.”
Sebastian replies with a longing sigh. “I’d love to get books for Christmas. Uncle Solomon only gives us things we need anyway. Bigger Shoes, or a new quill. Last year I got a new blanket because a rat got in and chewed a big hole in my old one.”
Ominis doesn’t know what to say, so he nervously starts picking on the skin next to his fingernails.
“What kind of books do you get?”
Ominis shrugs. “Obscure spells. Histories of important pure blooded families.”
The smell of Butterbeer in Sebastian’s breath intensifies, as does the warmth in Ominis’ cheeks. Suddenly Sebastian is too close, and yet not close enough.
“Could I look at them sometime?”
Through the sudden, perplexing ache in his heart, it takes Ominis a second to realise that Sebastian is talking about the books. “Sure, I don’t see why not.”
“Good one,” Sebastian chuckles.
“It’s a figure of speech, Sebastian.”
Sebastian awkwardly clears his throat. “Oh. Right.”
The silence returns, only broken by more small gulps. It’s soothing. Comfortable. Sebastian makes no effort in moving away, even though Ominis is sure there’s enough space, even in the awkward little room. The coldness of the stone floor starts to seep through his robes, but he still feels warm.
Perhaps it doesn’t matter that everyone else enjoys Christmas in their own, overly loud way. Perhaps it also doesn’t matter what presents he has for his friends, as long as they know he thought of them.
“I changed my mind, I think I’ll have some Butterbeer after all.”
“It’s gone. Sorry, Ominis.”
Of course. He can’t help but laugh a little.
“I’m sure there’s still a few bottles left somewhere, I’ll get you one.”
Ominis considers it, but as Sebastian gets up, he reaches out and catches his sleeve. “Don’t go. You’ll break the spell and let in the noise.” Ominis hopes it sounds convincing, because suddenly it is nothing more than an excuse. Cut off from the world, just the two of them, he feels as if they’re under a different kind of spell he doesn’t want to break. Not yet.
Without protest, Sebastian sinks down to the floor again. Perhaps he doesn’t really want to leave either. They sit in silence for a while. Ominis absentmindedly fumbles with the hem of Sebastian’s sleeve, trying to think of another topic of conversation, until he hears a soft snore.
“...Sebastian?”
No answer, and after another few silent minutes only disrupted by snores, he is sure that Sebastian is fast asleep.
It feels odd, somehow. Slightly embarrassing, even though they sleep in the same room every night.
And a bit exciting too.
Must be the change of scenery. Or perhaps the scent of Butterbeer that ghosts through the air.
Anne once mentioned that Sebastian’s face is covered in freckles. Of course Ominis cares little what his friends look like, but he always wondered if he’d be able to feel them. He never asked if he could, because it seemed rude.
Slowly, hesitantly, he raises his hand. Sebastian’s breath is still slow and even, so he moves closer until he feels the skin of Sebastian’s cheek under his fingertips.
It’s smooth. He expected to feel tiny dots or bumps.
His fingers keep wandering, a bit disappointed. It seems the freckles that are such a prominent feature on his friend’s face would remain a mystery.
With his thumb, he feels the corner of Sebastian’s slightly open mouth. It still smells like the Butterbeer he never got to taste.
A warm, tingly feeling spreads from his head all the way down to his stomach. He shouldn’t.
He still leans closer, just to smell better, he tells himself.
Because he really shouldn’t.
But then the distance between them is gone, and there is nothing but the warmth of Sebastian’s lips, the sweet, buttery taste that makes him feel drunk, and an overwhelming fear that his friend might choose this worst of all moments to wake up.
Ominis doesn’t dare to let the kiss linger for more than a second before he withdraws, although it feels like an eternity. His head is spinning, and his heart beats so loud it puts even the most obnoxious Christmas cheers to shame.
For years to come, Ominis would blame the slight blush on his cheeks whenever he had Butterbeer on the miniscule traces of alcohol.
...well, we didn’t see this coming either, but… Christmas, Dune, D&D and "What if" conversations? sure. no doubt.
New Year, New Sebinis | 2.1k | Full AO3 text
✦ based on @ombeodblack prompt ✦ |
The world is savoury.
The world is savoury: it smells of cinnamon, cardamom, and star anise.
The world is savoury: the spice clogs the nose, tickles the senses, teases, teases, teases, whipping up thoughts far removed from the living-room sofa, a warm blanket, and soft, careful embraces.
The world is savoury: it coils through the apartment with the scent of mulled wine, erases boundaries, and Christmas — meant to arrive any moment now — takes a step back. And another. And another.
…to give up the surname, to remain Sallow but not Gaunts, to be an Auror and a Ministry employee, a curse-breaker and an Unspeakable — it does not matter who to be, as long as together, to disappear on assignments and always come back, to argue and make up, to change, and change, and change again, but always — to stay together.
Not to return to manors and ancestral homes, but to have a small house for two, an apple orchard in the backyard, a swing beneath the trees, and perhaps a house-elf, in old age.
Not to have children of their own, but maybe — to adopt someone.
To look after Anne’s children from time to time, to bake pies and make savoury spices for Christmas, to get covered in flour, to read fairy tales and invent them together as they go.
Never to assume that life would turn out this way, but to be glad that they always remained together.
And when the Ministry and private commissions leave them, to teach preschoolers from Anne’s circle, and friends, and friends of friends, something useful from time to time.
Or music.
Or — a few times a week — to visit St Mungo’s and spend time with those who have lost their sight.
Art by Frappitto for the New Year, New Sebinis prompt exchange, based on @rainbowenot's prompts: "Sebastian's tender feelings towards Ominis" and "Soda"
We’re just two days away from September 28th, the sign-up deadline for the New Year, New Sebinis event, and we're already feeling the excitement — thank you so much to everyone who’s signed up so far!
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📣 Sign ups are now OPEN until September 28th for the New Year, New Sebinis prompt exchange! 📣
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