#ominious

[that-dead-deer-girl]

Devour

Eat

At each and every core

We eat

Not an individual is beyond it

l e t m e

DEVOUR

[wordfather]

things are going to be difficult. But you

[gangstagandalf]

👁👄👁 daddy? Sorry. Daddy? Sorry. Daddy? Sorry!

Guys, I’ve found the Ominis dad fanfics and, it’s too much, it’s TOO WHOLESOME!!!

(All HPL characters aged up and well into adulthood.)

[lionfloss]

Kungsträdgården, Stockholm

[spot-the-antisemitism]

the wee beastie may be plotting

[venusizz]

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[sebastians-niffler]

Define Unforgivable | Sebastian Sallow x GN Reader (REQUESTS ARE OPEN)

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: SPOILERS FOR SEBASTIANS QUEST

Summary: After the ministry caught word of Solomon’s death, all eyes were on Sebastian. How were you going to save him from a life in Azkaban?

The air was damp. There was a stale smell alongside the chill in their air that made your spine shiver. You were alone, walking through the maze of corridors that filled the Ministry of Magic; papers flying in every which way towards offices, owls swooping inches overhead, the hustle and bustle of the busy daily commute put you on edge. Your eyes darted around to each sign that floated above its respective corridor until you found the one you were sent for - Courtroom Ten. Your hands inside your pockets had turned to clammy fists as you walked your way toward the elevator that would lead you to the place where your best friend; your lover would be tried for the murder of his uncle. You were called to the trial since you had been the only other one there, beside his sister Anne; for which reasons she declined to testify were apparent to you both.

You’ve always been aware of Sebastian’s dodgy moral compass from the day he introduced himself to you. For this reason, his actions, however clouded, were not entirely of surprise to you. In fact, you believed yourself to be just as guilty. You might not have been the one to cast the killing curse from your wand, but you were encouraging Sebastian from day one to do whatever he felt necessary to cure his sister- whom you yourself had come to love dearly. The recollection of the day flooded your mind as the elevator bell dinged to signify the opening of the doors. Find the relic, save Anne. It really was that simple. Now, you need to convince the entire ministry of that and save Sebastian from a life living as a lifeless corpse in Azkaban. As the elevator stopped at your floor after passing the Ministry of Mysteries floor. You stepped out, taking your hands from your coat pockets and shaking them out. Whether this was to shake away the memory or a self soothing technique you weren’t entirely sure.

The room was even colder than the corridors leading to it. A dark green and black marble wall covered the dome like room. Black risen stands on either side of a large black podium were lined with workers in red and black robes, signifying their rank amongst the others. Your eyes drifted around the room as you took your seat at the back of the courtroom, noticing artwork from wizards in years come and gone.

“Ladies and gentlemen-“ a booming voice spoke as they approached the podium. “Today, we gather to discuss the fate of one young wizard that broke wizarding law not only by using an unforgivable curse, but using it on their own family.” The judge's face was finally visible behind the podium, a short mustache belonging to an equally short man with peppered gray hair that poked out from the rim of his cap. “Bring in the boy.” The man spoke to the guards beside him as he retrieved papers from behind the podium.

Sebastian was dressed in a black and white striped jumpsuit that was three sizes too big for him, his excess fabric gathered around his feet causing him to trip as he walked in. The guards sat him down at a small wooden chair in the middle of the room, causing some chatter to be spread across the room. “State your name for the court, boy.” A quill and notepad had begun floating next to the man, scribbling frantically at each word that was uttered. “Sebastian Sallow, sir.” You could tell from Sebastians tone of voice that he had been crying prior to being ushered into the courtroom. Your heart sunk from the looks of him as tears began to well in your eyes. “And I presume you know why you are here?”

“I do, sir.” His hands were dry and cracking, knuckles covered in what could only be assumed as dried blood as he readjusted himself in the chair. “I have done something unforgivable and should be punished as such.” Before your mind could react, you stood from your chair and opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out but a soft sigh. You slowly sunk back into your chair, covering your hand over your mouth to contain the lump in your throat. “And if my records preceded me, you were not alone on this fateful day, am I correct?” The man looked in your direction, his blue eyes piercing into the fragile state of your being. “Correct, sir. Both my-“ Sebastian began, unsure of what choice of words would be most suitable for this situation. “Both my sister and my partner were there, sir.” Sebastian started, his head twisting just enough to catch a glimpse of you from his peripheral vision. “I would like to call the witness to the stand.” The man spoke as two of the guards approached you and ushered you to the middle of the room beside Sebastian, just far enough away that you couldn’t offer him a consoling hand on the shoulder.

“Let us cut to the chase, shall we? We all are very busy, you know.” The man shared his glances between you and Sebastian as he settled in his seat. “Sir, if I may-“ you finally looked at Sebastian and gave him a worrisome smile. “I know that the wizarding world has laws in place for circumstances such as these. However, I must say that the context leading up to this, albeit fateful, decision was not made in malice.” Your trembling hands found their way back out of your pockets and began to wring themselves in a soothing manner. “Sir, as I'm sure you’re very aware, Sebastian's sister is deathly ill. After losing his parents, could you possibly imagine how helpless it must feel to have to rationalize losing a sister on top of that?” Your eyes darted from Sebastian and back to the man behind the stand. “I could certainly imagine that being difficult to process, yes. Please, continue.” A quick smile spread to your lips as you felt the process was heading in a far better direction that you had anticipated. “Anne loves her brother dearly, as I'm sure you can imagine. They are all that each other has left, sir. The day I met Anne, the way that the two interact with each other was uplifting. After all of the hardship these two have faced, they still manage to bring out the best in each other.”

“How can you stand by idly and say that rubbish when she clearly wasn’t enough to uplift him to doing the right thing!” A voice shot from the back of the courtroom, earning some chatter amongst the crowd. “I’m not sure if you missed it when I said that Anne is deathly ill, she is not in any health to be reminding her brother of morally right and wrong.” You spat back, your tone harsher than you had anticipated; causing you to bite the tip of your tongue as you composed yourself. “I am equally as guilty as Sebastian is.” Sebastians head whipped around to see your face, your eyes unable to meet him for fear of falling apart. “Sir, from the first day I met Sebastian, I knew that he was a troublemaker. When you first attend Hogwarts, you typically have that assumption of Slytherins.” You joked, trying to lighten the atmosphere of the courtroom, even earning a few scuffs from around the room. “The thing that drew me to him was his unwavering loyalty to his sister. From the first trip to Hogsmeade where I even learned that she existed, I knew that he truly loves her and would stop at nothing to protect her. Your honor, this man-“ you choked out the trailing words as you finally looked down at Sebastian. “Is the bravest, determined and above all else; loving man I have ever had the pleasure to know.” A tear dropped from your cheek and trailed down to your chin before leaving a wet patch on your coat. “I asked him to learn the unforgivable spells. I asked him to teach me what he learned. I am the one that encouraged him to find the cryptic and go through with finding the relic to save Anne because Merlin be damned- I am not going to lose both my partner and best friend because we were trying to save a life.” Your cheeks began to flush with anger as you slowly approached the podium with a fire burning in your belly. “If you think for even a second that you will send that boy to Azkaban, you best take me too. I will not sit by complacently as you throw him away to rot for trying to save the only thing in this world that matters to him.” Your words began to sound more like an angry growl as your hands formed fists at your side. The guards began to walk up behind you until the man behind the podium held up his hand to call them off.

“When I was a boy, I was sorted into Slytherin.” The man stood from his podium and began to walk down the black staircase to the floor where you stood. “You were right, no matter if it hurts my pride to joke or not. We can get up to some mischief whether we intend to or not. Seems to follow all of us. Isn’t that right, Mr. Sallow?” The judge looked past you and to Sebastian who was nodding in agreement even though the current situation was confusing him. “I presume that, in the search for a cure for your sister, you took her to see an array of doctors before making such a rash decision to rely on something as flimsy as dark magic?” The judge walked right past you and to Sebastian who was shaking so nervously you thought he would slip out of the chair if he hadn’t been shackled to it. “Of course, sir. We are from Feldcroft and I took her to anyone that would see her from there to Pitt-Upon-Ford.” The man slowly nodded as he stepped down another step. “I feel it's safe to assume that your partner means a lot to you as well, yes?” Sebastian tried to lift his hands to grab yours but was cut short by the shackles. “Sir, they mean everything to me.” He spoke with a shaking agony in his voice. “And you, you must care for Mr.Sallow if you’re willing to support him in such a way as this.” You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in and nod as you slowly take a step backward towards Sebastian. “I would do anything for him, sir. He stood by me in my time of need, it is time for me to reciprocate.” The judge let out a snicker of annoyance as he stepped closer to you challengingly. “Then how about you take his place in Azkaban?” His words were shallow and short as he got closer and closer to you. “If it will clear him of all charges.” You whispered in a hushed tone, your chest heaving from your rapid breathing. “Take his restraints off.” The judge motioned his head towards Sebastian, causing the guards to move swiftly towards him and free him. Sebastian rolled his sore wrists as he stood from his chair and looked at you with desperate eyes.

“You can’t do this. I won't let you. I did what I did and none of it is your fault, do you hear me?” He cupped your face in his hands as his tears began to stream down his freckled cheeks. “I love you, Sebastian. Please take care of yourself and Anne. For me.” Your voice suddenly felt stronger, as if subconsciously you knew that it was your turn to be strong and let Sebastian fall apart. The guards quickly grabbed your wrists, placing them behind you as they attached the shackles to them. “I must admit, this is very admirable of you. To give yourself a death sentence to Azkaban so haphazardly.” Your anger was building as you adjusted your arms behind you. “Nothing like that at all, sir. Ever since that day, I have been thinking about how I was going to help Sebastian. How I would testify here today, how I would do anything to go back in time and do the entire day differently. I wished for so long that it had been me that casted the curse so that he wouldn't have to live with this burden. So now, I am getting what should have come to me a while ago. But don’t you dare think for one second that I didn’t think this through. I haven’t slept in months, I can’t eat or breathe knowing that the man I love is locked in a cell smaller than my bathroom with the worst things imaginable.” Your heart was beating so hard, you could feel it in your neck, choking you with every pump of blood through your body. The judge rolled his eyes as he walked his way back to the podium.

“So that’s it? You are just going to let an innocent human spend the rest of ther life in Azkaban? Are you mental?” Sebastian stood looking up at the man, his voice as unstable as his knees trying to hold him. Before another thought could cross his mind he held his arms out to the guards next to you. “Take me too. My sister won't speak with me after what I've done, and now you want to take the one thing I have left in this world?” He looked at the guards helplessly as he motioned his wrists toward them. “Didn’t you hear me? I said take me too! Ill die without them! Don’t you care? You have taken everything left from me!” Sebastian screamed at the guards as he fell to his knees, his hands hiding his sobbing from the courtroom. “That’s quite enough.” The man spoke loud enough for only the ones paying close attention could hear. “Mr.Sallow, I will admit that you have certainly faced your fair share of hardship. However, the unforgivable curses are named as such for this very reason. You cannot just use them whenever you please.” Sebastian lifted his head and looked at the man as he returned to his feet, the guards removing your shackles. You ran over to Sebastian and held him as tight as you could. “You showed us that you really do care for people. Especially the two most important that you have left. You proved that even in a moment of intense stress, thinking that you would be losing not only your freedom, but your partner, you did not react with malicious intent. You could’ve retrieved a wand and cursed any number of us if that was indeed your first initial reaction.” You buried your face deep into the crook of Sebastian's neck as you listened to the man speak. “We coordinate this effort with your partner to see how you would react at a moment's notice. It was actually their idea.” The judge forced a half smile as Sebastian wrapped his arms around your waist, still in a daze. “They knew that you wouldn’t hurt anyone. So they put themselves on the line for you. They said that if you did hurt any one, that we would take whatever measures necessary and they would take your place in Azkaban. However, I believed it worked in both favors here. So let me end with this-“ The judge stood up along with all of the others in the room. “Let this be a warning to you. Think before you act. And more importantly, remember what, or in your case who, is worth losing everything for. Please, take care of each other.”

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NOTES: Holy cow I was NOT expecting the niffler post to get so much love ;w; thank you so much! I have so many more ideas I want to work on, but if you have any requests please let me know! Thank you all again for your love! c: