Can you imagine what living at the edge is like just casually?
You wake up, and already Fishlegs is off in a cave somewhere, almost dying, Snoutlout has accidentally taken Astrid's axe, and she's presently hunting him down across the entire base with a vengeance upon realising he broke it. The twins are either cheering her on or have managed to coat half the base in monstrous Nightmare gel, which is, in fact, not helping the situation at all. Heather is trying to establish any semblance of normalcy by stopping Astrid from killing Snotlout, and finally, Hiccup crashlands in after testing his latest version of the flight suit, smacks a map down on the table like "I KNOW WHERE VIGGO IS, LET'S GET HIM!"
The raw, unmatched power of a bunch of unsupervised 18-20-year-olds without jobs should be feared and admired.
Mc, after a 3 day bender of no sleep and eating and drinking whatever they can find at the bandit camps theyâve been raiding: Sebastian youâre never going to believe what Iâve been up to.
Sebastian, after a 3 day bender of no sleep and eating and drinking whatever he could grab in between raiding and studying whatever was in the scriptorium: Iâll tell you if you tell me.
Ominis: oh god thereâs two of them
Sebastian: Iâm not feeling well lately, Iâve been so nauseous
Garreth: Maybe youâre pregnant.
Sebastian:
Garreth:
Sebastian: I donât know whoâs the bigger idiot. You for suggesting that, or me because I almost had a panic attack.
Could you maybe do a head cannon of Sebastian Sallow x male reader (ravenclaw), possibly like fluff?
Sebastian Sallow x Ravenclaw! Male Reader
Featuring the Slytherin prodigy and a reader who is starting to feel like more than just an academic rival.
âExcellent results as usual, Mr. (L/N).â The professor exclaims and hands you the graded papers. You reach for them and hear a groan coming from the back of the class, turning your head to find the source. Of course itâs Sallow. You glare at him and he rolls his eyes in response. Youâve been butting heads with the Slytherin from the very first day you stepped into Hogwarts. Which, in all fairness, was bound to happen to a certain degree. Sebastian is ambitious and competitive, and as a Ravenclaw yourself, you could never step back from a challenge. Especially when it comes to academic matters. And so here you are, years later, frequently exchanging fierce looks and keeping score. To your great displeasure - and Sebastianâs, most likely - it always settles in a tie.
Having each other as rivals, however, has motivated you much more than youâd care to admit. In fact, itâs almost ridiculous how often you find yourself thinking of the Slytherin student. Similarly, youâve been a frequent topic of gossip for Sebastian and his best friend, Ominis. The blind boy always listens with an amused smile on his lips, perhaps anticipating the hint of interest that goes beyond mere rivalry. âUgh, can you believe that nerd? No matter, I signed up for the same extracurriculars just to show him he isnât all that mighty.â
The turning point: your latest feud with Mr. Sallow has earned you detention hours. A shameful affair, really, that youâd end up with the likes of him. Now youâre stuck spending time together. Not only that, but, as if to rub salt into the wound, one professor recently remarked upon it: âNow, now, Mr. (L/N), this is meant to be a punishment if I correctly recall. Not an opportunity for you to have fun with your friend.â You were baffled at the statement. Is that how it looked like to everyone else? Sharing your exact thoughts, Sebastian marched straight to Ominis afterwards and demanded answers. âMerlinâs Beard, I was worried weâd graduate and you still wouldnât figure it out. Sebastian, even I can see you and (Y/N) like each other.â
Safe to say the following day is awfully awkward. A lot of restless fidgeting and squirming in your seats. You wonder if you should say anything. Sebastian is in deep contemplation, when his face is suddenly struck with realization: this is his chance to one up you. So before you can open your mouth, he abruptly and confidently asks you out. You can only blush and look away in disbelief. He had the same idea, it seems. âToo slow, (L/N).â He notes with a smug grin on his face, although you can discern the red tint dusting his ears.
The news of you dating is met with rather bored expressions. âI had assumed it was already a thingâ, youâve been told by your friends. âWho mightâve thought!â, said with sarcastic theatrics. By the looks of it, only you and Sebastian were completely clueless. Youâre presently lounging in your boyfriendâs bed, hands behind your head, lazily complaining to him about the reaction. Sebastian is facing the mirror, adjusting the collar to the suit he plans to wear to the upcoming Yule Ball. âThis reminds meâ, he says somewhat distracted, âI suppose we shall be going together to the Ball, eh? Quite convenient that Iâd find myself a girlfriend just in time for itâ. You frown at the words, but quickly follow with a smirk: âNice joke, Sallow. Between you and me, though, Iâd say you fit better in a dress.â He huffs and nonchalantly throws himself onto the mattress, hovering above you. He stares at you for a moment and swiftly plants a kiss on your forehead. âDress or no dress, I bet Iâm a better dancer than you.â You gently cup his cheeks with your hands, sensing their warmth. âAs if Iâd ever lose to a Slytherin.â
