Happy Valentines @waldensblog I was your secret valentine!! I loved learning about Cass, she seems like a intriguing character and I hope to learn more about her and Seb in the future. I hope you like this short fic I threw together!!
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Sebastian always knew he was a bit chaotic, it was a bit hard not to. From running around Feldcroft as a child, to ending up in the head mistress’s office at Hogwarts, his heart always led. The heart always has a reason, which oftentimes has no reasonable reason. Ominis would just shake his head when Sebastian would try to explain, and tell him to use his brain for once.
Despite Ominis being right, Sebastian usually didn’t regret too much following his heart. Until it led him down a dark path, where his pleasurable interest in dark power became more important than the original reason he was drawn to it in the first place. His heart became evil, darkened. Or that’s how Sebastian saw it. He couldn’t trust himself, so he pushed everyone away.
Yet Cass had been impossible to push away. She was always just there. Putting all her classes aside to help him find a cure for his sister, striking first in battle before he could throw a curse, taking crucio in the scriptorium (he still couldn’t get over that), and holding him when he broke.
Sebastian wasn’t the only one who led with his heart.
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Valentines was still new, and he had been so busy studying to be a professor at Magifalis that he’d barely had time to take her on even a date recently, and even on those dates the only thing on his mind had been Greek history. Cass didn' t mind though, she loved when he rambled because his intelligence was one of his most attractive qualities. Yet, she missed his undivided attention, for around him she could be soft. But with recent upticks of crime she couldn’t, and many nights she was out hunting poachers and dark wizards once again alone.
So when it seemed Sebastian had forgotten Valentine's day, Cass had every reason to cry and go into a rage when the only gifts she had received were from bloody Garreth and her friends. She hadn’t even seen him all day, which made things worse. Even if he was busy she loved being near him, a simple whiff of burnt pine would be enough for her. Yet not even that was granted to her. All she got was the cold, snow, and seeing couples snogging everywhere.
Being fed up with her day she stormed to her Room of Requirement to only find a trail of rose petals that glowed with a hint of his magic leading her to a random statue in the greenhouses. On further inspection she found it was a Greek statue, with a floo flame at its base.
And a note read:
I might be an ηλίθιος (idiot) but Eros’s arrow hit me far too hard to forget Valentines, love.
Step into the flames my dear and be whisked away.
PS: if you don’t show up in Greece let me know, it’s my first time messing with Ignatia.
Sebastian
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The smell of salt air and lavender, the sound of waves crashing against volcanic stone, the sun painting the ocean orange gold, the sky tinged with purple, and the sight of him.
Standing between the marble pillars of a crumbling Tholos at the peak of the hill, wearing khaki pants and a loose billowing white shirt, his brown curls highlighted by the sunset in a halo. Quite a comical contradiction when he was more of a handsome devil with that smirk than an angel.
He held out a hand, “Don’t make the gentleman wait, my lady. Let him serve her with all his debonair charm.” When she took it, his eyes softened like melted chocolate, his voice rough with emotion. “Tonight is all about you Cass. You have always taken care of me, been patient, loving me when I didn’t deserve it. Let me take care of you for once.”
A blush painted her cheeks as he waved his wand over her, transforming her school clothes into a soft breathable tunic, her braid falling into golden waves over her shoulders, before he led her inside where a blanket was laid out, floating candles above.
In the middle sat a baklava, then a steaming pot of Greek hot chocolate, and other specialties like lamb, and cheese and spices. The smell of honey made her mouth water.
“Sebastian, you shouldn’t have. This is…more than I could ask for.”
“It’s less than you deserve Cass. You deserve the world.”
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Sebastian found himself watching her more than he was eating himself. How her eyes lit up in delight when she took a bite of something delicious, how her blonde hair danced in the wind, how her chiton hung on her pale shoulders, how she blushed when he ran his thumb over her lip to wipe a tomato seed off. Sebastian may have often regretted leading with his heart, but not with her. Moreover, he regretted not being led to her sooner.
After a game of chess, a couple of dances, and a few stolen kisses on honey tinged lips, the sun finally reached the horizon, a green flash lighting up the sky, making her gasp.
“Cass?”
“Mmm?” she answered from where her head was resting against his shoulder.
“Did you know that in mythology the green flash is a sign of good luck?”
Her face tilted up towards his, her eyes greener than wiggenweld. “Really?”
“Yes really,” he said, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “In Scottish legend it ensures that those who see that flash will never go wrong in matters of the heart, in love.” He paused for a moment. “Which is fortunate when I have already made every other mistake known to man. Besides I don’t need more confirmation to know you are better than any magic of this world.”
“Seb-” she started.
“Shhh, I’m not done.” he murmured, leaning in so close she closed her eyes for a kiss.
Only to be bopped on the nose as he winked mischeviously, “People also believe you can gain the ability to read others' minds! What do you think my dear? Will you let me?”
She laughed softly, shaking her head before leaning in, so their foreheads touched.
“You don’t need to read my mind Sebastain. You’ve always known my heart, even when you were afraid of following your own.”
And when she kissed him, she made sure she didn’t stop until they were both breathless. “Happy Valentine's Day, my love,” she whispered against his lips.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAND here i am again, commissioning the incredible @larahaide for yet another incredible piece. She actually designed this incredible outfit for my boy, who I redesigned for my story because I have no self control in my life. Please, give Lara all the love she deserves!
Sarah J. Maas's sexy, richly imagined series continues with the journey of Feyre's fiery sister, Nesta.
Nesta Archeron has always been prickly-proud, swift to anger, and slow to forgive. And ever since being forced into the Cauldron and becoming High Fae against her will, she's struggled to find a place for herself within the strange, deadly world she inhabits. Worse, she can't seem to move past the horrors of the war with Hybern and all she lost in it.
The one person who ignites her temper more than any other is Cassian, the battle-scarred warrior whose position in Rhysand and Feyre's Night Court keeps him constantly in Nesta's orbit. But her temper isn't the only thing Cassian ignites. The fire between them is undeniable, and only burns hotter as they are forced into close quarters with each other.
Meanwhile, the treacherous human queens who returned to the Continent during the last war have forged a dangerous new alliance, threatening the fragile peace that has settled over the realms. And the key to halting them might very well rely on Cassian and Nesta facing their haunting pasts.
Against the sweeping backdrop of a world seared by war and plagued with uncertainty, Nesta and Cassian battle monsters from within and without as they search for acceptance-and healing-in each other's arms.
Bartender: Mijo, if this is your way of trying to woo her, it’s not working...
Sebastian: Me? Trying to woo who? HER?? Yeah, right. Like I’d go for her type.
Carla: Yeah, sleazy, entitled boys with daddy issues aren’t my type, anyways. Good luck finding a woman on this island who’ll want to sleep with the likes of you.
Bartender: ...
Sebastian: ...
Bartender: I mean, she got you th-
Sebastian: Shut up.
