Okay, so I've done a couple of these now so I feel like I should put these in one place to make it easier to find.
AO3 page
Sebastian Spotify Playlist
Ominis Spotify Playlist
General all round fun with the gang:
Deek Vibes (As Gifs) (The idea behind the @ask-deek account)
Pranks!! Garreth Weasley a.k.a Prank Sinatra (790 words)
Bad date: Leander Prewett (2.9k words)
Sebastian Sallow x MC:
Morning Banter (225 Words)
True friends don't get mad, they get even. (2099 words) 18+
Crossed Wires : Link to all chapters (20K+ words) 18+
Falling asleep at the library Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (3,971k words)
Ominis Gaunt x MC
Pure (910 words)
Sebastian Sallow x MC x Ominis Gaunt:
Secret Singing (335 Words)
Don't Kill People (HC) (160 words)
The Marks That Make Us: Link to all chapters (9k+) 18+
Truth or Dare: (45 words)
Hogwarts House HCs
Phone rings Slytherin x Ravenclaw
No Murder! Ravenclaw x Slytherin x Gryffindor x Hufflepuff
Reading 🌶️ Ravenclaw x Slytherin
No Sleep Ravenclaw x Gryffindor
Family Gryffindor x Hufflepuff x Ravenclaw x Slytherin
Advice Ravenclaw x Slytherin x Hufflepuff
Yelling Slytherin x Ravenclaw x Hufflepuff
I have played Hogwarts Legacy at least 3 times now and I have to say... I wish I understood the appeal to Garreth. Why are people so obsessed with him?? 😂 I totally get Sebastian and Ominis... but Garreth hardly has any action in the game at all.
The wonderful world of fanfiction.
I have a character profile for my version of Garreth. I've taken the crumbs they gave us and made a cake and it is delicious.
Like his fuckin' face. Gorgeous.
Also his voice does things to me.
Dumped my random notes for him under the read more.
Education, skills
Highly skilled in Potions
Highly skilled in Herbology (assumed)
Apparition
Preference for practical magic e.g. Transfiguration, Charms, DADA
Can also assume that whilst Garreth is a talented wizard, he often lets his education fall by the wayside in favour of his passion for brewing experimental potions and beverages.
Scope for him to have a career related to healing or ministry work (likely he wouldn’t find this interesting).
Garreth would prefer to be able to carry on his experimentation in whatever capacity.
Whilst he is interested in magical drinks during school, this could develop into something more serious as he grows older. Much like F&G start to use their skills in aiding the war e.g. protective clothing, peruvian darkness powder, Garreth could turn his potions expertise to more 'worthwhile' problems.
Personality traits
Inquisitive
Since he knew about the One-eyed-witch passage to Honeydukes we can assume he is inquisitive and possibly a bit of a troublemaker.
Entrepreneurial, creative, passionate
He enjoys experimenting with brewing potions and drinks, often using his family and younger students to test out his concoctions on.
Playful, confident, outgoing
We see this side of him during his time at Hogwarts. Upon meeting Gryffindor MC he is friendly and forthcoming.
Family-oriented
Comes from a large family, assumed Weasley-family trait.
Brave, courageous
Gryffindor traits (assumed)
Chivalrous, honourable
Gryffindor traits (assumed)
Particularly with his partner, he is kind and attentive.
Plot: Ominis Gaunt gives MC cunnilingus. No other plot. It's just horny, man. (Below the cut because 18+)
Word Count: 1,500
He's loved her since those very first days.
Since the threads of him first tangled with the threads of her - tentative. A curious meeting outside of the Undercroft; he was angry, then, at the intrusion of the thing. It felt like the twisting knife that curled in his heart, and he was blinded (if you'll forgive him that one) by a rage too thick to see through.
It's always been the three of them, you see.
Sebastian, and Anne, and Ominis. A triad of troublemakers; or friends, at the least of it. Three people who have trusted eachother, beyond all recognition. Beyond sense, or sanity, or any which ways you turn the dial.
But then there was her.
Oh, Merlin--he never expected this.
It's the way she kisses him. The way her lips press to his that makes him drunk on it; on the madness that can barely be contained in him. Ominis Gaunt has grown around the madness: a pox of his family, and he's the pox on that, too. Stains upon stains, until you become lost in the fabric of an addled tapestry that doesn't make you a Gaunt. Doesn't make you anything else, either - but he's not sure where he fits, anymore.
Between her lips, though: he fits there just fine.
He thinks he'd like to stay there forever. Build a home in the space between those places; write poetic lines right into the cords of her throat. Tell her she's magical; tell her she's shaking the very fabric of him into misery and madness, just by the way her back arches against this window.
He shouldn't be fucking her here.
But he's fucking her all the same.
Not yet: not quite. But his lips drag up her ankle: her back pressed against the window of the Common Room like it's solid enough to support the way their souls vibrate. He can feel the way she's trembling against it; how the water pushes and pulls against the glass as she hitches her skirt, and Ominis Gaunt is lost in kissing upward. Upward, inch by inch: as slowly as one can kiss, when all is said and done.
"You don't know, do you?" he asks her, between smattered promises on her skin, "don't know what I've held back from doing to you all day?"
Of course she doesn't.
If she did - she'd hardly be threading her fingers through his hair and dragging her nails over his scalp like this. She'd be shredding her voice on his name; aching, wild: she'd be tearing the tapestries from the walls with screams of his name. There's a strength to the thoughts he's brimming with: too deep and dark to explain to her, in the heat of this moment.
"Tell me," she begs him, and it drips like honey. Right down his spine; right over the fabric of his clothes. Drenches him.
He kisses up towards her knee, now. Sucks a kiss on the inside of her right one, pulling it just up over his shoulder. His hands thread higher to the curves of her; he can see her in perfect detail like this. The way she'd fill a uniform to perfection. Fill a skirt to absolution.
Fit around him like she was made to.
Perhaps that's too crass of him. Filth and dirt: not befitting a man of his station.
Ominis cares little for it.
He cares for the way gooseflesh pricks under his fingers, though. And that's far more real than any suppositions might be.
"First," he tells her, his voice husky in his throat, "I thought of you at breakfast. Sitting in my lap. The way you like to put those delicate lips to my neck."
He tells her it without any need to compose himself: he's already lost in her. His trousers are too tight, when he kisses upward. Bites, a little bit, at her left leg first. He moves to the right to give it equal attention, and his nails dig crescents ever so gently against the outside of her thigh. She intakes sharply; a lungful of air that feels almost reverent.
"Go on," she implores, and he feels rather lost in it all.
"Then; Charms."
Ominis lets his breath flutter on her as he moves upward; it's warmer, here. Softer. The skin is tender and untouched by anyone but him - he's maddened by the salty taste of the sweat against his lips.
"You held that wand deftly," he feels almost wild, now. His cock throbs in his trousers; spitting. Spilling. "Agony. All agony. You're a vision; and I wish your hands had been on me in much the same way."
He can feel her heartbeat in her thigh, and it's enough to bring him further into a deep, agonising place.
Merlin; but this worship is better than what his body craves.
To show her what this is is bliss in of itself. The denial is half of the prize: a man earns his keep, after all.
"I wish I had, now." Her voice cracks on the last word; his nails drag on the inside of her thighs, and there is no fabric to bar him at all.
"At dinner," he swallows, desperate for air, "I craved only this."
I craved only you.
He thinks he says it in English, at first. But there's a brilliant tremble to her body as he breathes it, so close to the wet heat of her - and it's not English at all. It's a hiss, and a flick of the tongue; the language of snakes, and a blessed relief to finally let free from himself. Like a breath he's been holding for far too long; he feels the tip of his tongue ache with the sound of it.
Or, perhaps, the desire to taste her.
She's trembling beneath his touch, and Ominis can barely contain it, as he kneels in blissful reverence before her. He's never been one for sermons, but it feels like something of a pledge; a promise, and a hymnal, and a tempestuous force from his lungs that wants to swallow him whole.
She whimpers at the touch, and he nibbles just so.
"Ominis," she begs, her pulse fluttering, "please. Please."
Ominis Gaunt is many things.
But no - he will never deny her this.
So his mouth creeps upward; lips parted, teeth nibbling. Gentle and slow, as he feels the fabric of her skirt against the nape of his neck. He breathes in the scent of her, and it makes him just about mad with the promise of the whole bloody thing.
"Oh; you have no idea how delicious you are, do you?"
She can't ever know.
There are no words for it. None he knows; none that matter. None that would make sense - not to him, not to her, nor to anyone. But his nails grab at the curve of her: higher, feeling the flesh ooze around his fingernails, and he's no longer a devout follower.
He's a reverent, repentant sinner.
His tongue comes first - stretches out. The tip of it is ever so gentle: he wants and wants, begging for a taste of her as though it'll cure every ill in his body. Maps her with his hands; but his tongue is the true vision of the peace. When he finds her; she trembles with a whine, and Ominis wishes he were a stronger man.
He isn't. No man is this strong.
He buries his face into her cunt: presses his lips to it in absolute, agonizing want. The feeling is ecstasy; the taste is madness. Keening, pure absolution - incomprehensible, in all that it is.
His groan is loud enough to wake half the Common Room; but that's half of the daring of it.
The other half is deep within her; and he'll gladly lick it out. Spread the flat of his tongue clean against her, until she's writhing and wild against his face; fisting his hair and begging with his name upon her lips.
Falling asleep at the library
ℙ𝕋𝟛: 𝔽𝕖𝕝𝕕𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕗𝕥
(Sebastian x Reader)
Cute fluff stuff
Also on AO3
Part one here
Part two here
Warnings: None
Part Three: Feldcroft
Asleep. Again.
Sebastian shook his head and chuckled. He had found you quietly snoring, propped up against the cobblestone wall of his house in Feldcroft with an open book pinning one of your hands to the floor. You had taken out a few books with you, creating your own makeshift outdoor library. Seeing you on the verge of sleep, Anne left, sending a wink to Sebastian as she announced her departure quietly. Sebastian took no time in scooping you up in his arms, bringing you inside the cottage with ease. He gently placed you into his bed, carefully removing your shoes before lifting the duvet over you, tucking you in. He gently brushed your hair away from your face and watched you sleep for a moment. Intrusive thoughts told him how you looked so peaceful in his bed, how you belonged there. He smiled and let out a small sigh before he strolled over to the armchair by the fireplace. As soon as he shuffled down into the cushions and got comfortable, his own eyes became heavy, the crackle of the fire slowly lulling him to sleep.
You slowly regained consciousness, feeling like you were encased in a marshmallow. The scent of Sebastian surrounded you, and you couldn’t help but snuggle further into the soft blanket that enveloped you. The soft crackle and pop coming from the fireplace enticed you to open your eyes, to fully wake from your peaceful slumber, to confirm that you were, in fact, in Sebastian’s bed.
Sebastian had fallen asleep, his head flopping slightly off the headrest of the armchair. You noticed his hair first, the mess of hair sticking up, reflecting the warm light from the fireplace. His neck would hurt if he continued to sleep in that position. You reluctantly pushed yourself out of the warm bed and made your way to his side. At first, you attempted to lift him up, nudging your shoulder under his arm, but you barely managed to move his arm an inch. You tried grabbing onto his shoulders, heaving upwards with all your might. You didn’t know when Sebastian had grown so tall and muscular, there was a time when you would have been able to carry him easily. Now though, you had to settle by gently prodding his chest, his breath tickling the back of your hand as you did so.
“Psssst. You need to wake up” You whispered gently, trying to ease him from his sleep.
His eyes remained closed as his hand grasped yours, the one you had been using to poke his with. He was still fast asleep, his breathing remained even as he held your hand in his, against his chest. The sight alone sent your heart fluttering, but you knew you couldn’t stand here all night. You tried to shake him awake once more.
“Sebastian. You need to move” You whispered, closer to his ear. His eyes flew open, and he released your hand as if it were made of hot coals.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” His hand fumbled to the table to grab his wand while his head whipped from left to right, searching for signs of danger. You quickly placed your hands on his shoulders, steadying him before he gave himself whiplash.
“Shhh. No. Nothing’s wrong. Shhh. You should sleep in the bed. Your neck is going to hurt if you continue to sleep on this chair.” You poked at his neck gently, causing him to wince. He rubbed his neck and drearily let himself be guided to stand up before he understood that you meant to lead him to his bed.
“No. You’re sleeping there. I can’t” He shook his head.
“Sebastian, we’re both adults. We can sleep next to each other without anything happening.” You looked up to him and grinned “I think I can manage to keep my hands to myself.” You laughed playfully, trying to pull him closer to the bed. He stood firm.
“No Y/N.” He removed himself from your grasp with care and took a step back towards the armchair.
“Do I smell? Is that it?” You lifted your arm and took a sniff, just in case. You didn’t smell anything out of the ordinary. You took another look at him, his face was turned away, trying his best to hide his face from you. You knew that to mean one thing. He was hiding something.
“I can’t let you sleep on that chair, it’s not comfortable.” You paused, trying to think how best to make your case.
“I’ll sleep on the floor if I have to, you should take your bed back” You frowned, thoughts rushing through your mind. You picked up your coat, and looked to the floor where you decided you would now sleep. Why would he refuse to share the bed? You thought to yourself, plumping up your coat between your hands. He groaned at your suggestion, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers and opened his eyes to find you creating a poor excuse for a bed, on the floor.
“You need to stop. Just take the bed, I’m fine here. Really.” He patted the top of the armchair twice, trying to grin. His insistence only made you question him further, your thoughts flying to multiple conclusions. The only one that made sense slipped from your lips before you could stop it.
“Who is it?” you questioned. His grin slipped from his face, eyebrows now furrowed.
“What?” he tilted his head, confusion plastering his face.
“You like someone.” You stated, riding through this idea that seemed to be the only logical one in your mind.
“That’s why you won't share the bed with me. Your heart belongs to someone, and you think that sharing a bed with me, a friend, will somehow taint your faithfulness to the person you have your heart set on.” You sighed and shook your head with a smile. His expression never changed while you concluded your thoughts, his eyebrows remained furrowed, staring at you.
“You’ve really grown to be quite an honourable gentleman, Sebastian. Don’t worry, I can head back to Hogwarts instead and sleep in my dorm. You won't have to worry, your secret is safe with me.” You nodded, quickly try to dismiss yourself from the situation. You couldn’t believe how silly you had been. Sleeping in his bed, enjoying his company when he wanted to be somewhere else, with someone else. He truly was a good friend to put his desires after his friends.
You picked up your coat from the floor, from where you had tried to create your own bed and started to slip it on as you made your way to the front door. Your fingers had barely pulled the handle, unlocking the door and opening it slightly when it was pushed closed by Sebastian’s hand, splayed out in the middle of the wood. You hadn’t heard him cross the room to get to you.
“Don’t leave” he whispered, his eyes locking on to yours. His frame overshadowed yours, leaning close.
“But-”
“I can’t sleep in the same bed as you because I-.” He sighed. “I want to do this right.”
“Sebastian, what are you-“ your voice faltered as he placed his finger under your chin and brushed his thumb over your lips. You froze from the unexpected contact, still staring into his eyes, full of question. You could feel his hand trembling under your chin, defying his confident expression. He looked to your lips, then back to your eyes. Before he could ask, you tugged gently on his shirt, urging him closer.
“Yes” you whispered breathlessly. The word had barely escaped from your parted lips when his hand left the door to grasp your waist, pulling you against him, while the hand under your chin brushed along your jaw to the nape of your neck. He held you gently, bringing his face level with yours now that he had heard the one word he had wanted to hear for years.
His breath tickled your lips before he pushed his own onto yours. His lips were soft, smooth as he moved them against yours gently. A stark contrast to the Sebastian who would tug you along in dark caves, causing you to trip over loose stones. This Sebastian took his time, his lips claiming yours with care and devotion. His grasp on your waist was gentle but firm, holding you still as his tongue swept against your lips, silently requesting you to open for him. You parted your lips, your own tongue met his fervently, causing his breath to hitch at your enthusiasm. The nervous tremor in his hand transformed to an excited tingle, spreading to every inch of his body as his lips and tongue continued to dance with yours. Your hands clutched at the fabric of his jumper as he claimed your mouth with his own, the only thing you could focus on was his lips, his tongue, his breath, dizzying your mind.
When you pulled away, his eyes remained closed for a few seconds, trapped in the moment you had both shared. With a deep breath, his smiled grew as he opened his eyes to look at you with pure warmth and affection.
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that” He whispered, gently bringing his fingers to caress her cheek while he continued to look at her.
“So, there’s no one else?” You asked, still dazed by the passionate kiss you had shared. He chuckled at your question and shook his head.
“No, Y/N. Only you. It’s always been you.”
“Oh…So…”
“Y/N, you make me happy.” He smiled, pulling you in to a tight embrace, his head resting in the crook of your neck.
“I only hope that I can make you happy too” he murmured, squeezing you gently in his arms.
Your arms instantly wrapped around his waist as you whispered into his ear
“I’m always happy when I’m with you, Sebastian. And now that we’re closer, I’m even happier”. Once you finished speaking, he leaned his head back to look at you, a question in his mind.
“Then, you’ll be mine? And I’ll be yours? Happy, together?” He asked, tentatively. The joy in his body seemed to radiate from his being.
“I’ll be yours, you’ll be mine, for as long as we want this” You confirmed with a smile, seeing his grin widen at your words.
“Deal” He beamed with a twinkle In his eye, squeezing you into an even tighter embrace. “I’m warning you now, I don’t plan on ever letting you go. I’m happy with you. I always will be”.
Could you do an Ominis version of that fluff happy family fic? F!MC X Ominis?
Aww absolutely! Thank you for the Ask 💜
Ominis Gaunt x F!MC - fluff with a sprinkle of spice 💚🌶
Dawn was a mere whisper on the horizon when MC felt the mattress dip and creak as Ominis sat up and slid from the blankets. She turned and blinked in the gloom. "Everything alright?"
"Yes, don't worry," he said. He reached out for her, his hand brushing against her hip. "It's just Noctua, I will see to it, you go back to sleep."
She watched as her husband collected his wand from the bedside table and pulled on his bed robe before padding quietly from their bedroom to see to their daughter. She snuggled down under the blankets, the first pinch of autumn chill creeping into the room, but she couldn't slip back into sleep.
Pulling on her own robe, she moved quietly to the hall and down the stairs to get some water. On her way back she heard the murmuring of voices and paused on the landing to listen.
"Daddy, why can't you see me?" Noctua asked. "I can see you."
"My eyes do not work as yours do," he explained, softly. "I have never been able to see anything, but my wand helps me."
"It's your magic," she says back. MC hears Ominis' hum in agreement. "Will I have magic one day, like you and Mummy do?"
"You may, my love, you may," Ominis said. "But if you don't, it won't matter. You will still be my special little girl, with or without magic."
"Mummy said you see things with your hands," Noctua said. MC crept closer to peer through the door. Noctua was sitting cross legged on her bed, her cherub face framed by a tumble of white, blonde curls. She held out her little hands towards her Daddy. "I don't have eyes on my hands, Daddy. I can't see with them."
"Let me show you," Ominis said. He gently took Noctua's hands in his and put them against his cheeks. "Now, listen carefully. I want you to close your eyes and then feel Daddy's face with your hands. But, no peeking!"
"No peeking?" She pouted.
"Absolutely not," Ominis said. "Feel the shape of my face with your hands, no peeking, or the tickle monster will have to come out."
Noctua giggled and tugged on his hands. "No tickle monster!"
"Then no peeking," he said, smiling. "Right then, what can you feel?"
Noctua began to pat Ominis' face, up his cheeks to his eyes. She was doing as asked, no peeking, and her fingers were clumsy, poking him in the eye and almost up his nose. But Ominis let her explore, gentle words of encouragement whispered from his lips, and a guiding hand at her small wrist. MC smiled, watching them.
Noctua sighed and sat back. "Can I peek now?"
"Yes, and what was the verdict? Could you see my face with your hands?"
Her face screwed up in thought. "Its very bumpy, but soft," she said. He smiled and nodded. "Is that how you see Mummy?"
"It is," he said. "Mummy let me touch her face like that, long ago when we were both at Hogwarts. I knew right away she was the most beautiful girl in the whole world. I didn't need my eyes to know that."
"Am I beautiful, Daddy? Do you want to see my face?" She asked. She took his hand and put it on her face. "I will help you. I am right here."
He chuckled and smoothed fingertips over her chubby cheeks and booped her little nose. She giggled. "You are so very beautiful, like Mummy, and I love you lots, more than Bertie Botts."
Her little mouth popped open. "But you love sweeties, Daddy."
"Not as much as I love you," he said, patting her hand. "Come now, are you going to snuggle up for some more sleep?"
"Only if you stay with me," she said firmly.
"Alright, my love, I will stay a while."
Ominis tucked Noctua into her blankets and MC slipped quietly back to her own bed, her heart swelling.
The first rays of sunlight were creeping under the curtain when Ominis returned. He slid under the blankets, seeking MC's warmth and she held his hand against her stomach, relishing the feel of him against her back. "Is Noctua alright?"
"Sound asleep again, although probably not for long," he murmured. His lips were trailing along her neck and MC gave a little sigh. "Time for Mummy to get some attention."
He shifted and the press of his arousal nudged her bottom. She rolled up against it and he groaned, his hand already tugging up her nightdress. She turned to face him, her hand slipping into the waistband of his pyjamas. "Someone is eager," he chuckled.
She smirked, her mouth claiming his greedily. "Mummy wants all the attention she can get before our sweet angel starts demanding her breakfast," she said, speaking into his mouth.
Ominis kissed her deeply, loving her teasing hands, pressing her thighs wider for him. "Hard and fast, then?" He lifted one eyebrow at her.
"The harder the better," she whispered. She bit down on his lower lip. His moan sent a shiver through her, and he shifted, pressing himself inside her, sinking deep. She arched, ready for him, and he did not disappoint.
They were a tangle of limbs, panting, MC's face flushed from their pleasure. She looked up at her husband kissing his mouth. "I love you," she said. "You and Noctua are my everything."
He smoothed her hair back from her face, his nose rubbing against hers. "Perhaps Nocuta would like a little brother or sister," he suggested.
"Another baby?" She asked. Ominis had been nervous about being a father, worried he would not be any good at it. But he had been amazing, his conversation earlier that morning confirming to MC what she already knew. "I think Noctua would love it."
"And you? Would you be alright with it?"
She took his face in her hands. "I would be honoured to give you another child," she said softly. "You're a good father, Ominis. Noctua adores you."
He flushed and held her close. She pressed soft kisses against his temple and down over his ear. She felt his smile against her skin. "Keep kissing me like that, and I will start the baby making process right now."
"What's stopping you?" She taunted.
A thud and the patter of small feet in the hall made them pause. He chuckled and kissed her nose. "Its your turn, Mummy."
MC laughed with him, sitting up and reaching for her robe. As much as she would love to go for a round two with her husband right now, she was happy to go and see to Noctua. MC wouldn't change anything about their life together. Not one thing.
I vote Sebastian as the love rival! It would be nice to see Garreth getting picked for once in that wee love triangle!!
Oh noooooo, my sweet Seb. I'm not sure if I can make him the love rival...I would be too tempted to turn it into a Seb fic!
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I have NO willpower 🤣
I am, however, tempted to turn Everett, Andrew Larson, or perhaps 'MC' as a love rival though. (That way, OC would not have ancient magic, and MC would have that lil 'extra' status as the Hero of Hogwarts...)
Damn, I've been enjoying using chat.ai far too much...
I woke up today with a new WIP idea.....and nowwwww there's going to be a Garreth x Reader fic in the works 😅
The question is now... do I put Sebastian, Ominis and Leander as love rivals? Or are they more supportive?
... We do love a good love rivalry...
okay but Ominis would get SO salty if he found out that MC and Sebastian were screwing in the Undercroft...not only did Seb show it to MC without asking first but now he's using it as a Sex Spot? Disgraceful 😤😤😤
Ominis, yelling at Sebastian and MC after he walked in on them in the Undercroft:
