"Gather ye Rose-buds while you may, Old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles to day, To morrow will be dying." - Robert Herrick
[ Thank you so much to the extremely talented @leawshum for this absolutely gorgeous commission of a flashback scene from Book 3 ("You Cannot Put a Fire Out") of my Sebastian Sallow character study series. ]
The full flashback scene (rated M) follows after the cut:
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"You're lucky I love you, you cheeky scoundrel." Sebastian stood on the edge of the mountain they'd landed upon mere moments before, Damien having tickled him incessantly on the broom ride here. Damien had been straddling Sebastian for once and had wanted to take advantage of the opportunity. "That was so atrociously uncalled for, I don't even know where to begin," Sebastian exclaimed with a huff, but his smile betrayed him.
Damien laughed. "It's your own fault, Bash. You were the one who asked me to distract you from your bad mood." He placed his hands on his hips in mock indignation.
This cliff was one of Damien's favorite spots: the ocean spread out below them, glistening in the early afternoon sun. Damien suggested this little break from studying, to help cheer Sebastian up. Sebastian had been up in arms all day about an assignment in Charms he hadn't aced, worried that it would reflect poorly on his academic record, which their future careers depended so highly upon. Damien understood to a certain extent, but he really just wanted to enjoy the wonderful spring day with his handsome Slytherin.
"You couldn't think of another way to distract me?" Sebastian's cheeks flushed, accentuating the delightful constellation of freckles splayed across them—just one of his many physical features that Damien positively adored.
Despite today's small upset, Sebastian had been much happier in this, their final year at Hogwarts, and Damien reveled in his unbridled joy. In fact, while Damien had been captivated by Sebastian from the moment they met—his determination and confidence in their first duel, so reassuring, so magnetic that Damien couldn't help but be drawn to him—now... now Damien lived and breathed him; they were a part of each other, irrevocably intertwined, like twin stars in a shared orbit. If Damien had any say, no one would ever separate them; he wouldn't allow it.
"Oh, like this?" Damien charged forward, flicked Sebastian on the nose, then bolted, bursting into a fit of laughter.
"How dare you!" Sebastian shouted, chasing him down the mountain.
They ran and ran and ran, their peals of laughter startling a flock of poor, unsuspecting Jobberknolls out of the trees, causing them to laugh even harder. Sebastian eventually caught up with Damien, despite his slightly shorter legs. They were both gasping for air, so Damien was caught completely off guard when Sebastian launched himself in his direction. They toppled backward into the grass, ending up in a pile of tangled limbs. Sebastian's hands were suddenly in Damien's hair. He was hovering above Damien's face, his eyes—framed by his charmingly thick brows and lashes—were dark and wild. He planted his lips on Damien's mouth and kissed him earnestly. Damien kissed back, the corner of his lips curling up into a carefree smile.
"I should tickle you more often," Damien said after coming up for a much-needed breath. He inhaled deeply, savoring the delicate blend of herbs, sweet pastries, and a hint of cinnamon that always lingered around Sebastian, wrapping Damien in the comforting warmth of his own personal tea shop.
Sebastian growled, "Don't start," then resumed their fervent kissing.
Damien and Sebastian would be Hogwarts graduates soon, in less than two months now. Sebastian was considering taking a paid apprenticeship at J. Pippin's, while Damien wasn't sure what he wanted to do. In fact, he was at a complete loss.
He had owned a shop in Hogsmeade very briefly last year, although the circumstances upon purchasing it hadn't been ideal. He eventually sold it to Penny the house-elf and she'd managed to make it her own. Gladwell & Brewster was now a lovely little hat shop that was always, surprisingly, bustling with customers. Perhaps one day he'd own a shop again, although he'd much prefer one that wasn't, well, haunted.
If Damien couldn't decide what he wanted to do with his future by June, then he'd probably fall back on working with magical creatures. Maybe Ellie at Brood and Peck would have a position available for him. It wouldn't hurt to ask. Damien wasn't sure if tending to animals was his calling, but at least he would be contributing to making the world a better place. He admitted to himself that he still felt guilty about Charles the rat's unfortunate demise at his own hands. If he could take that back, he would in a heartbeat.
"What are you thinking about?" Sebastian inquired mid-grind. To his chagrin, Damien realized that yes, indeed, Sebastian had been grinding against him in the grass. He had been so preoccupied with thoughts of the future he hadn't even realized.
"You'd never guess," he said mysteriously. He would never say. Sebastian would not be pleased if he ever found out that Damien had been so lost in thought—even so much as calling to mind a dead rat—that he'd been distracted from Sebastian's, under normal circumstances, extremely persuasive intimate advances. Merlin forbid!
Sebastian made some half-hearted guesses, then gave up with a huff and flopped beside Damien in the grass. He sighed, tossing his arm over his eyes. "Why are you the way you are?"
"Pardon me?"
"Whenever I'm near you, I can't help myself. You're simply irresistible."
"Oh, you mean you're distracted by my sheer magnetism? My dashing good looks?" Damien sat up on his elbows, tugged at Sebastian's arm, revealing his face once more, and waggled his eyebrows at him.
"Never mind." Sebastian shoved him lightly. "I take it back!"
Damien smirked. "You know you secretly enjoyed that."
Sebastian shook his head vehemently at first, but quickly burst into a deep belly laugh, crinkles forming at the corners of his eyes. "You're right. I did. Now come back over here and let me ravage you, darling."
Before Damien could get a word in edgewise, Sebastian's hand slipped down the front of Damien's trousers, his fingers warm as they wrapped around Damien's cock. He squeezed, firm and deliberate. A quiet gasp escaped Damien's lips at the pressure. Heat pooled in his belly as he hardened instantly under Sebastian's touch. Now it was Sebastian's turn to smirk, a possessive glint in his eyes that sent a shiver down Damien's spine. Then he squeezed again, much harder this time.
"Sebastian Nicolas Sallow!" Damien gasped, his voice catching; he was just barely holding himself together. He leaned forward, granting permission for whatever was about to happen. You never knew with Sebastian. Although, come to think of it, when it came to intimacy... Yes, he was rather easy to read in that regard. Rather easy, indeed.
shout out to my hilarious and talented friend @theladyofshalott1989 for writing this epic poem to go with my silly Seabasstian doodle 🐟💀
"I'm a Dark Magic boyo
With a Dark Magic book,
So I spread the Unforgivables
Around the school like a crook."
(Or, Sebastian Sallow is The Pout-Pout Fish.)
[ read it on AO3 ] 🐟
Deep in the dungeons
Where the Slytherins lie
Lives a Dark Magic boy
Who (probably) needs a good cry.
"I'm a Dark Magic boyo
With a Dark Magic book,
So I spread the Unforgivables
Around the school like a crook."
"Crucio, Imperio, AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Along comes a new kid
With Ancient Magic divine
And a mission of their own
That their pal thinks is "just fine."
"Hey Dark Magic boyo,
With your Dark Magic book
Would you help me with my quest?
Here, take a look!"
Says the boy to his friend,
"Nice thought, new kid.
I hear what you're saying,
I'll do it; you're definitely not mid."
"I'm a Dark Magic boyo
With a Dark Magic book,
So I spread the Unforgivables
Around the school like a crook."
"Crucio, Imperio, AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Along comes the boy's uncle
He stomps through the field
His angry face on full display, shouting,
"ANNE CANNOT BE HEALED!"
"Hey Dark Magic boyo
With your Dark Magic book,
I'm gonna report you to the Ministry
Don't act so shook."
Says the boy to his uncle,
"You jerk! I DON'T agree!
I'm gonna kill you,
It's entirely up to me."
"I'm a Dark Magic boyo
With a Dark Magic book,
So I spread the Unforgivables
Around the school like a crook."
"Crucio, Imperio, AVADA KEDAVRA!"
(Uncle's dead.)
Along comes the boy's twin sister, Anne,
His kindred spirit, still quite sick.
She is sad, she is mad,
She is one powerful chick.
Says the boy to his sister,
"Anne, I can cure you!
Please let me try."
"YOU'VE MADE YOUR CHOICE!"
She yells back. (Bye-bye, book.)
Boy screams, "NO, ANNE!!! WHY???"
"I'm a Dark Magic boyo
With no more Dark Magic book,
But I'll still spread the Unforgivables
Around the school like a crook."
"Crucio, Imperio, AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Along comes the Ministry
With their dementors most foul,
Stealing souls and breaking hearts
They'll really make you howl.
"Hey, Dark Magic boyo
Let us tell it to you straight.
Your Dark Magic meddling
Is an unattractive trait."
Says the boy to his captors,
"Ministry, get WRECKED!
With a power like mine
I'm more than just inept."
"I'm a Dark Magic boyo
With no more Dark Magic book,
But I'll still spread the Unforgivables
Around the WIZARDING WORLD like a crook."
"Crucio, Imperio, AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Now along comes his old friend,
The Ancient Magic kid.
The Ministry has never seen before
Such amazing skills (Merlin forbid)!"
New kid approaches Dark Magic boyo
But instead of saying hey...
They use Ancient Magic Throw
On the Ministry and its dementors
And then they bolt away.
Dark Magic boyo is most astounded;
Dark Magic boyo is just aghast!
He is stone-faced like a statue
Then he blinks, and speaks at last:
"New kid!" yells Sebastian Sallow,
"I should have known it all along.
I thought I needed Dark Magic,
But it turns out I was wrong."
"I'm an Ancient Magic lover
With an Ancient Magic Kid,
We can cure Anne together
Because look what YOU did!"
"So I'll not call you ignorant
Because that would be dumb.
Join me, my friend,
And we'll be more than just ho-hum."
My "Like Moths to a Flame (Or, the Redemption Arc of Sebastian Sallow) Series" is officially COMPLETE 🎉
🕰️ 30th March 2023 -> 13th January 2026 (34 months(!); I DID THE MATHS)...
📝 Just under 400,000 words...
📖 4 long fics, 2 one-shot collections, 1 Anne/Ominis spinoff fic, 1 short story, 5 standalone one-shots...
👋 And 1 creator (me, hi!) who wrote (nearly) every day, learned how to draw (both traditional and digital art), and met so many lovely people while working on this series. And now it's finally, completely, YOURS to enjoy in its entirety. WILD, MAN.
Thank you to everyone - old, new, and even future(!) readers - who joined me (and Sebastian and Damien, of course) on this crazy unforgettable journey. It's meant (and continues to mean) the world to me. <3
"It's the stories that remain."
Okay, I have something in mind and feel free to alter, remove, add - etc to make yourself feel happy with it :)
plot: I was thinking male MC (reader, house neutral although not slytherin due to the following) sneaking into the slytherin common room with an invisibility potion (thank Garreth) while slytherin house is out partying, to steal something of sebastians (being rivals). what he didn’t realise however was that sebastian had gotten detention and couldn’t go to the party, making him and ominis enter the common room while he was still inside - and because garreth isn’t the BEST at potions, the time duration of that potion wasn’t as long as they’d hoped..
he gets caught by sebastian and ominis and the two interrogates him and it ultimately ends up in a threesome (if you’re fine with that, otherwise ominis can leave lol) with elements of overstim and sub reader if that’s your thing?
thank you! have a great day pls, everybody deserves a great day :)
Your wish is my command, Anon! 💚
"Trouble on My Left, Trouble on My Right"
Sebastian Sallow/Male Reader & Ominis Gaunt/Male Reader
Synopsis: You came for what was his. Instead, you found yourself between what’s theirs. (Or: in and out, leave no trace? Perhaps, but not exactly in the way you had planned.)
Rating: Explicit‼️
Tags: POV Second Person, Hogwarts Seventh Year, Top Sebastian Sallow, Top Ominis Gaunt, Sassy Ominis Gaunt, Jealous Sebastian Sallow, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Sexual Overstimulation, Banter, Possessive Behavior, Submission, Voyeurism, Male Reader-Insert
Word Count: 2,300
[ AO3 Link ]
Fun Fact (minor spoiler): The concept of a teddy bear wasn't actually invented until 1902, hence my not referring to Sebastian's bear with that verbiage. (Yes, I did Google it. The things I do for explicit one-shots! Haha.) Also, who knew that the teddy bear was named after American President Theodore ("Teddy") Roosevelt? I certainly didn't!
You hadn't seen this coming. Two Slytherins, completely at your mercy. Although... maybe it was the other way around.
One lounged across the bed, generous cock out, fingers drumming impatiently upon the dark green duvet. The other pressed against the wall, your mouth attending ferociously to his cock.
Yes, this was definitely unexpected.
You'd started out the evening with something quite different in mind. A simple heist, of sorts.
Steal the one possession Sebastian Sallow, your ever-infuriating, but also decidedly attractive, deliciously addictive, annoyingly perfect—Merlin did you hate admitting it, even if only in your head—rival, would actually miss. The one possession that, if taken, might truly rattle him.
His stuffed bear.
Or so Anne claimed. Anne, who despite everything, hadn't lost her taste for mischief. Anne, who might've let that secret slip a little too easily, perhaps because of a tiny, ill-timed crush. Shame you didn't find the womanly form, for want of a better word, all that spellbinding. Not that it mattered tonight.
At least you'd thought.
"Why does he get all the attention?" Sebastian whinged, his chocolate brown eyes glinting in the warm flicker of the gas lamp resting on the nightstand to his right. Even Sebastian's whining held a certain sort of allure—damn him! Damn him to Azkaban and back! Not literally, obviously.
Ominis released a long-suffering sigh. The kind of sigh that could fill the entire castle and still not hold all his exasperation. Sebastian's mid-pleasure interruption was probably more than just a habit. It was probably more like a ritual. Presumably, of course, although it made a certain sort of sense.
"Because some of us know how to wait our turn," you muttered, a difficult feat since your mouth was still stuffed full of Ominis's cock. Whether anyone actually understood you was debatable.
Apparently someone did, because Sebastian shot back, "Wait my turn? Darling, I don't wait for anyone. I take what I want."
Darling, hm?
You very much wanted to ignore him, but when it came to Sebastian, that was difficult, nigh on impossible even. Ominis would have to wait, at least for a moment or two. With a soft pop, you pulled away from him. He sighed again, clearly unamused, as you settled back on your haunches.
"I don't see you making a move, Seb," you drawled. "What happened to that relentless determination, that cockiness?" You waggled your eyebrows.
Sebastian was moving now, stalking forward, dropping low to seize your shoulders, hard enough to bruise. As he leaned in, his breath hot against your ear, he mouthed, "Don't start," then caught your right earlobe between his teeth in a quick, sharp nip. You gasped, knees buckling beneath you. Good thing he was holding you up, not so much supporting you as imprisoning you, shackling you in place.
Oh how the tables had turned.
No more than half an hour ago, you'd slipped into this very room unnoticed, practically radiating smug satisfaction. Garreth's potion had worked like a charm, quite literally, although it wasn't an invisibility charm, but a subtler kind of vanishing act. An "ignore me if you see me" effect, as he'd put it. He called it his Wallflower Potion.
You had to hand it to Garreth. No one could say he wasn't clever. Just not always reliably so, which had soon become painfully clear. ('The potion will last a full hour,'—your arse.)
Still, to be fair, not everything could be blamed on his half-baked potion.
In hindsight, you probably should've done your due diligence. Sebastian was hardly a model student, after all. He was too much of a rakish cad for that. And while the rest of Slytherin House was off at the Three Broomsticks, celebrating the completion of their N.E.W.T.s, downing butterbeers and dancing like there was no tomorrow, Sebastian had been serving detention, with Ominis, of all people.
Or so you'd overheard as they'd wandered through the door. Sebastian, of course, was the one muttering about it, clearly quite put out, the extrovert that he was.
You briefly considered how Ominis and Sebastian had both ended up in detention, together, but you didn't have much time to mull it over, for you were mere seconds away from being caught bear-handed by the devil himself, flanked by his angelic—ignoring his heritage, that is—blind shadow.
Surprise!
So, how had you ended up here? Here, now, with Sebastian shoving you against his bed, ass up, conjuring only the smallest daub of lubrication, too quick to entirely cloak your entrance but just enough that it wouldn't be horribly painful when he—"Ah!"—shoved his cock inside you. It didn't take long before you'd adjusted to the firm pressure of him and were shouting out, "Merlin, yes!", making it all too clear that you wanted this. That you had wanted this since you ever met him. Had he wanted it too?
Huh. And here you thought he only saw you as an irritating schoolmate to best in various subjects: Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, dueling, spider obliteration, just to name a few.
Perhaps you were wrong. Perhaps you had been wrong all along.
Ominis hissed a choice curse or two from behind the two of you, apparently none too pleased that Sebastian had pulled you away for such an, allegedly, time-consuming act. Sebastian was too busy thrusting to pay him any mind, grunting with each earth-shattering movement, the bed creaking in reply.
Speaking of busyness, you were too busy trying to breathe, bracing yourself as his cock traveled deep, deep, deeper inside you, so deep it was punishing; Sebastian was hammering away at you like his very life depended on it. It was a bit ridiculous to be totally honest, but you didn't have any complaints. Why would you? Sebastian's determined resolve was far too stimulating to allow any other thought, not even of the unwelcome variety. Far too stimulating and then some.
Sebastian's cock made its last triumphant hurrah. He moaned, a helpless sound, so unlike him that it made your heart leap into your throat, but then warmth flooded your insides, pooled inside you, and you lost all sense of time and place…
Until Sebastian released himself and collapsed on his side, pulling you along with him.
For the briefest moment, Sebastian had been part of you, as one with you as anyone could possibly be—physically, that is—and then, faster than a reluctantly cast Crucio, it had ended, his cum dripping out of you and soaking into the bedsheets.
But it wasn't over. No, not yet. Ominis made certain of that.
He conjured two hand towels and tossed them. Both towels somehow landed squarely on your bare stomachs, slick with sweat, still heaving as you both tried to recover your breath.
"Clean yourselves up," he said.
Sebastian didn't budge, but he did manage to shoot back, "Not even a 'please'?"
"I'm saving my 'pleases' for people who actually listen. Like him," he added, nodding toward you as you sat up, already doing as Ominis commanded.
In all honesty, it hadn't quite been a conscious choice. When it came to anything of a sexual nature, obedience seemed etched into your very bones. Odd, sure, what with everything you'd managed to achieve at Hogwarts in the short time you'd attended, but true.
Deed done, you rose, a bit unsteadily, to your feet. Ominis took your hands, gave them a firm squeeze, and led you to his side of the room, which was far less chaotic, his bed still immaculate, not a wrinkle in sight. That wouldn't last long though. He pushed you onto it, clambered atop you, and brought his mouth to yours, all but devouring you.
You could hear Sebastian puttering around in the corner, then… silence. You were too lost in Ominis to glance Sebastian's way, but some part of you hoped he was watching.
There was a fleeting moment where it all felt too good, too exhilarating, too much, to be real, like your body had moved faster than your sense of disbelief. You hadn't even wanted to kiss Ominis until he'd been the one to confront you first about sneaking into their room, until he'd been the one to demand answers with that quiet, dangerous focus of his.
"Explain yourself," he'd said, his voice taut.
You'd flinched, though, rather inconveniently, your trousers had gone tight at the exact same moment. "I—well, erm—" you'd stammered, your grip stiffening around the stuffed bear you were hiding behind your back.
"You're stammering. And you're hard. Interesting combination."
By Jove! How in Merlin's name did he know? you'd thought, your mind racing through all the potential possibilities. Was Ominis's wand really as sentient as Sebastian had explained in your fifth year?
Sebastian raised an eyebrow, his eyes locking on you, traveling down to the offending body part. He smirked. Typical. "Subtle, very subtle," he teased.
In hindsight, it made perfect sense that their interrogation—if it could even be called that—had such an effect on you. Confrontation was a rare occurrence for you these days. Most people steered clear, well aware that you were far more powerful than the average wizard.
But then again, most people weren't Sebastian Sallow or Ominis Gaunt. Clearly.
You dropped Sebastian's bear quietly behind you, praying they hadn't noticed, then stepped forward, toward Sebastian, a question in your eyes. Sebastian tilted his head, murmured, "Alright then," and just like that, the whole encounter had begun.
Now, back in the present, Ominis freed your lips from captivity, and your mouth hurried to his cock. Likewise, his large but slender hands made their steady way to you, settling on the shaft of yours. The two of you attended to each other—Ominis was, unsurprisingly, more generous than Sebastian—moving in tandem, his touch insistent, but also somehow gentler. You climaxed in unison: Ominis's pleasure quiet and controlled, yours loud and guttural. Sebastian had apparently joined in as well, for mere moments later, you heard him moan, low, nearly a growl, sounding like the bear of a young man that he was.
The bear!
You tensed at the thought of it. You still wanted to claim Sebastian's most beloved possession—needed to, really, maybe even more so now than before, especially after Sebastian—and Ominis!—had claimed you in their own way. That had been the whole point of this grand escapade, hadn't it?
"Now that that's done," Sebastian said, yanking you back to your senses. "Why were you in our room again?"
You met his gaze, a wicked glint in your eyes. "Who says I wasn't here to do exactly what we just accomplished?"
Sebastian barked out a laugh. He turned to Ominis, who was sitting to your left beside you, the corner of his mouth twitching.
"Well, whatever the reason," Sebastian said, waving his hand casually in the air, "you've certainly earned the right to return, should you feel inclined."
"Noted."
"But next time," Ominis piped in, "a little notice wouldn't hurt. Perhaps an owl, for formality's sake."
You leaned back, letting out a slow breath. "I'll consider it." You rose to your feet and glanced around for your scattered clothing.
As Sebastian and Ominis did the same, you smiled upon observing that your off-white shirt had—miracle of miracles!—ended up draped over Sebastian's bear. You slipped it on last, the fabric cool against your skin, and tucked the bear carefully behind your back. You backed toward the door, ever so cautious, hoping that your two Slytherins were too distracted to find your movement suspicious.
But just as your hand closed around the doorknob, Sebastian spoke. "You're hiding something."
You froze.
Ominis didn't even pause the careful fastening of the last button on his shirt. "It's Sebastian's bear, isn't it?"
Damn! How?
You offered your best attempt at wide-eyed innocence. "What bear?"
Sebastian's eyes narrowed. "My bear, hm?" Well, at least he didn't seem too angry.
You shrugged, backing up another step. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Funny," Ominis said, stepping past you to open the door himself. As he did, his hand brushed against the concealed lump beneath your shirt. "Lying now, hm? After everything we did for you?"
You sighed dramatically and tugged at your shirt, revealing just enough of the bear's ear to prove your guilt... to Sebastian at least, maybe even to Ominis, for all you knew. You were severely doubting now that he was actually blind. Perhaps he had been pulling a long con the past three years. You wouldn't put it past him.
"Fine," you said through a pout. "You caught me out. You win." But you didn't make a move to return the bear.
Sebastian laughed, then, to your complete and utter shock, waved you off.
"Keep my bear warm, then," he said.
You blinked. "I intend to." You took a hesitant backwards step over the threshold, still not quite certain if he was being serious.
You took another, and another, until you realized Sebastian had been serious. He wasn't stopping you. You still picked up your pace. Just in case.
Ominis's voice trailed after you. "Send that owl next time, won't you?"
You paused, glanced back at the two of them, hair tousled, cheeks flushed, entirely too pleased with themselves—and with you.
"Don't worry," you said with a grin. "Next time, you'll know when I'm coming."
Were you being entirely truthful? Perhaps, but also, perhaps not. That was up to you to decide.
And with that, you disappeared down the corridor, stolen bear tucked under your arm, a dozen more dangerous ideas already forming in that brilliant mind of yours.
hello stranger! :]👋 a sebastian x male reader please?
i’ve always imagined that sebastian would want to make up for casting crucio upon his friend in the scriptorium - and given his curiosity and knowledge learnt through the restricted section, i imagine he would know a spell the complete opposite of the previous, something causing a wave of extreme pleasure coursing through its target. maybe he would invite said friend into the undercroft some evening and he gets to writhe in pleasure on the floor instead of agony this time (bonus points if ominis walks in-) 🫣 thank you and please continue the pride works your doing, they’re great! :]
Hi anon! Thank you for your patience, and for the fun request. Enjoy!
Don't Stop Me Now // Sebastian Sallow x You (Male Reader)
Synopsis: You remember that time Sebastian cast Crucio on you? Of course you do. Well, guess what? He's feeling very sorry about it. So now he's making it up to you the only way he knows how: with a little experimental magic.
Apology accepted? You decide.
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 1,212
[ AO3 Link ]
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Sebastian Sallow had his wand leveled at you for the second time in less than forty-eight hours.
There was something different in his eyes this go-round though. Not hesitance, not the faintest tinge of fear, certainly not rage.
It was more like… excitement. Yes, that was it.
But wait. Excitement? You supposed that should have made you wary, so why didn't it? Why did it instead make your pulse race faster through your veins? Shouldn't you be cowering, bracing for a spell to hit?
And yet, you were still standing there, blinking at Sebastian. Rather stupidly, mind you. Not that you cared. Not that he seemed bothered. In fact, the corner of his mouth was quirked into the most delicious smirk. You bit your bottom lip to stop yourself from saying something entirely ridiculous, like, Come here often, handsome?
Sebastian tilted his head, very slightly. Oh yes, he was pleased. Very much so.
Sebastian had said there was something he wanted to try. And because you had a bit of a weakness for him—fine, a massive, humiliating weakness for him—and maybe the tiniest streak of idiocy, though you'd deny it to your grave (unless it was Sebastian putting you there)—you had said yes.
In hindsight, you probably should've surmised that 'something he wanted to try' meant 'experimenting on you.' It tracked, in a horrible sort of way. A horrible but invigorating sort of way? Yes, yes, that. Absolutely.
"I promise it'll be worth it," he said, just before raising his wand.
And then Sebastian spoke the words.
"Magnum Voluptatem." He uttered the spell as calmly as anything. Like he was stating the weather. Or, perhaps, announcing what was for dinner.
You wished, not for the first time, that your Latin extended beyond Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum, which you'd dutifully mumbled in Catholic school long before you found out you were—miracle of miracles!—a wizard. You wondered, briefly, what the Virgin Mary would make of that. Probably cross herself and run away screaming.
But you didn't have time to mourn your unholiness, nor your linguistic failings. Not when heat blossomed beneath your skin like spilled ink: slow at first, then spreading everywhere, all at once. Not when your breath caught and your spine arched entirely without permission, like some buried part of you had been waiting for this—had remembered this—long before your conscious mind could catch up.
"Oh," you breathed, uselessly.
Sebastian smiled, his chocolate brown eyes twinkling in the low light of the Undercroft.
Damn him! Damn that beautiful boy.
"Worth it yet?" he said, arching a brow.
You might've answered if you weren't currently melting, totally boneless, into the floor. Metaphorically, of course. If his spell had actually removed all the bones from your body, it would've been significantly less pleasurable, or so you assumed. And really, why would he do such a daft thing?
No, this was something else entirely.
Your nerves were singing. Every inch of your skin felt tuned like the strings of a violin—a Stradivarius, the most expensive of the lot—which he was manipulating with a finely sculpted bow. Breathing was suddenly a task you had to remember to do, and even that was touch-and-go.
He lowered into a crouch beside you, entirely too smug.
"You're taking it well," he said, as if you weren't halfway to the stars already; Amit would be so proud.
"Define 'well.'"
He grinned. Again. Your heart leapt into your throat. "You look like you've never been happier," he said.
But he wasn't finished. Not yet. Because then, he reached for your hand.
And God help you, you let him take it.
Worse, you sighed. One of those soft, traitorous sighs that belonged in a love letter or a scandalous novel, not in the middle of a spell-induced sensory overload.
And then—then(!)—he bent his head and pressed a kiss to the back of your hand.
A kiss. So delicate it was almost as if a feather had fallen from the ceiling and landed on your skin.
You gasped. It was so involuntary, so unexpected, that your cheeks grew hot.
He glanced up through his lashes. Your eyes met.
"Just making sure you're still with me," he murmured, as if you weren't barely tethered to the room, your sense of self floating somewhere just above your two heads, your still entwined hands.
Wait a moment. Had you died? Were you a ghost? Was this some sort of exquisitely strange limbo? Maybe Sebastian's Crucio in the scriptorium had killed you, and this was your afterlife: pleasure-laced purgatory, courtesy of his very selective remorse.
"Just… barely," you managed to reply, your fingers trembling beneath his.
He smiled, slow like molasses. Satisfied, like he liked you best in ruin —pleasurable, yes, but ruin nonetheless.
And you, still thrumming, still clutching Sebastian's hand like it might anchor you to reality, were in no state to stop him if he pressed further.
Which, judging by the look in his eyes, he was absolutely about to do.
Until—
Creeeak.
Ominis made his entrance with all the subtlety of a thunderclap, opening the positively ancient gate that led into the Undercroft like it had personally offended him.
Sebastian shot to his feet faster than if he'd been caught committing a crime, which, erm, depending on how one interpreted consent under experimental magic, he may have been very close to doing. Not that you would've stopped him. You'd have made sure to say, Please, do go on. Loudly. Clear as fucking day.
But now Ominis was here, and he was tapping his foot impatiently on the stone floor.
"Ah, here you two are," he said. "And up to no good, most likely."
"We were just… erm, studying," Sebastian said, hastily wiping a bead of sweat from his freckled forehead.
"Mhm. Right. Care to explain what you were actually doing?"
Deep, unrelenting pleasure still coursed through your body—and with it, your mind—like a dense fog, leaving you far too occupied to conjure up even a half-decent excuse. How long did this spell last, exactly? Because honestly, you were starting to get a bit dizzy. Maybe you should lie down.
So you did. Yes. Definitely better. Much, much better.
Sebastian was talking, words tumbling from his plump, pink lips faster than you could comprehend them.
Ominis was shouting. A blaring sound, really. Rather too insistent for comfort's sake.
And somewhere in the middle of it all, you were wondering… what in God's name was happening?
Then, faster than you could cast Revelio (which was absurdly fast at this point), Ominis was sprawled on the floor beside you, looking far too relaxed for someone who'd just barged in with a scowl.
Wait. Had Sebastian cast the spell on him too?
Ominis's back arched; a low moan slipped past his lips.
Oh.
Oh.
Sebastian dropped down beside you again, this time on his broad, muscular back. He rolled onto his side, propping his gorgeous head in his large hand, a wavy lock of hair just barely grazing his thick brow, his gaze locking with yours.
In a sly, conspiratorial whisper, he said, "Looks like the fun's just getting started."
And, at least in this very, very particular instance, Sebastian wasn't wrong.
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Also, I've been on Tumblr for years now and I still don't know what the etiquette is for tag games. Is it okay to start a new thread when the OG one gets long? Am I committing a faux pas? ... I'm probably overthinking this. Typical me. Ahaha.
Excerpts from ch. 1 of my complete Sebastian Sallow character study series (Sebastian Sallow x Damien Evans 💚💙)
(Read from left -> to right)
More after the cut:
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Hey hi hello <3 Since I've found writer link lists like this one helpful in other fandoms, I thought I'd give it a try for once too. Here goes. 🙃
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Scott and Kip are the central ship in all of my Heated Rivalry fics, even though Hollanov shows up from time to time too.
If you like...
An artsy, sarcastic, painfully Millennial-coded Kip with a streak of self-hatred (love yourself, Kip, puh-lease.)
AND
A stubborn, lost, deeply repressed Scott who loves really fucking hard even though he has trouble saying it out loud (just say it, Scott. you can do it, son.)
PLUS
Early 2010s ~vibes~ (like, oh hey did someone kidnap me and toss me in a time machine because what the actual hell????)
Then... you'll probably like my fics.
(P.S. I've also read the books and while I typically use the show timeline, I do like to meld the two together as naturally as possible because I love book!Scott and Kip and show!Scott and Kip equally.)
The fics follow after the cut:
In order of publication date:
// THE ONE-SHOTS //
Still-Life in Yellow (rated Teen)
Kip waited three years for this. Now that it's finally happening, he's not letting go.
Unknown Number (rated Teen) MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH
Scott hasn't seen Kip in two years, even though he still thinks about him. Constantly.
Then a number with no caller ID sends him a text that splits his life clean in half:
Kip is dying.
Jenga (rated Teen)
It's date night at the Hunter-Grady house. Drinks are strong, egos stronger, and a Jenga tower may, or may not, survive the night. What else is new?
Trust Fall (rated Teen)
Kip Grady was passably competent at a lot of things. But skating? Not so much.
(Or, Kip has the Aladdin moment he's always dreamed of. What? Who said that? Not Kip.)
Return to You in Blue (rated Explicit)
When Scott called, Kip returned. But Kip returning was never the problem. Keeping him was.
Monopoly (rated Teen)
Scott Hunter-Grady is losing at Monopoly, arguing with his husband, and realizing far too late that game night was a trap. Oh, and Eric and Kyle are here too. They brought mocktails. Good times. Good, good times.
Blue Skies and Sunshine (Guaranteed) (rated Gen)
Kip enables, their daughter demands, Scott accepts his fate. (He wouldn't have it any other way.)
Hero (rated Teen)
The night the clock strikes midnight and Scott Hunter turns forty-two, he contemplates a terrible truth: He is now older than both of his parents ever were.
This is a story about love told out of order, between now and then, and all the ways a life can grow when (and where) you least expect it.
Opening lines:
"Everyone and their mother knew the New York Admirals were an all-alpha team. Absolutely no betas. Betas were considered dull at best and breakable at worst. And omegas? The very idea was treated like a punchline.
Scott Hunter knew this fact far, far too well. Because around the locker room, the word omega wasn't used as a secondary designation. It was used as a slur.
Major League Hockey only recruited alphas. Too bad Scott himself was an omega. Not that anyone knew it. And if Scott had anything to say about it, no one ever would."
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Through the Looking Glass (rated Explicit) *co-written with @trekchik!
Kip sees Scott through the window the night of his birthday celebration at the Kingfisher.
(Or, how Scott and Kip find their way back to each other.)
Second Life (rated Teen)
A series of interconnected firsts in Scott and Kip's new life together, post-kiss.
