Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x Reader (gender neutral)
Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mature +18, Violence
Description: Part 3? Sebastian POV for Catching Up To Do and Too Far Away.
He shouldnât have accepted this job, no matter how good the payout. Being this close to the castle, to you, was way too risky, and he sat there cursing himself for saying yes. Hogsmeade was bustling, faces both familiar and unfamiliar passing by the dark corner heâd sequestered himself in, hood pulled low over his eyes. He hoped to overhear the location of the poachersâ latest hideout, as thereâd been a recent up-tic in their activity around Hogwarts Valley.Â
 Heâd stopped by a wandering vendor, who informed him of a handsome reward for anyone who could clear the poachers in the Forbidden Forest. The man claimed to have heard rumors of Ashwinders hanging around Hogsmeade. The group prowled the streets, attempting to recruit corruptible souls, and against his better judgment, Sebastian accepted.Â
Now here he stood, hidden in the shadows, doing his best to ignore the dull ache sitting in his chest. He didnât dare look too closely at the students passing by, fearing one of them would be Ominis, orâŚyou. Instead, he kept his head down, standing outside The Hogshead, listening intently through an open window.
 Unfortunately for Sebastian, avoiding eye contact didnât help much in the end. His ears perking up at a familiar laugh floating by. Before he could stop himself, his head whipped up to look for the source. He swore time stopped as his eyes landed on you, all the air leaving his lungs and his heart squeezing painfully in his chest.Â
You lookedâŚMerlin, you were perfect. You strolled along, arm in arm with Poppy and Natty, head thrown back, eyes closed, laughing wildly at something one of the girls said. You looked like a dream, incredibly similar to one heâd had the night prior. Your bright smile shot him in the chest, a heavenly blessing and a wicked curse, the spell youâd cast whispering in his ears to get closer. And he almost listened, his body leaning toward you of its own accord, causing him to lose his balance and stumble forward.Â
Sebastian watched you pause, having caught his clumsy movement out of the corner of your eye. He just had enough time to duck down, hiding behind a couple large crates, breath heaving in panic as he prayed you wouldnât get closer. He heard Natty call for you, and felt you only hesitate a moment before trotting after her.Â
Sebastianâs head thunked against the crates, sitting back against them as he replayed your laugh in his head. Covering his eyes with a hand, attempting to burn your image into the back of his eyelids. He never thought heâd see you again, the gaping hole in his chest making him wish he hadnât, but a smaller, more selfish part, was elated. He missed you so much. Not a day went by where he didnât long to see you, grateful now that heâd at least gotten a glimpse, no matter the pain it brought.Â
After taking a moment to breathe, he slowly stood back up, peeking around the crates to see if youâd gone. When you were nowhere in sight, he slunk around behind the tavern, setting up shop to listen in once more. He was still here on business after all.Â
Sebastian didnât end up overhearing anything about the poachers in the Forbidden Forest, but he did hear of a small camp near Irondale. Deciding that something was better than nothing, he made his way under the cover of night, hoping to catch the criminals by surprise. He wondered offhandedly if you were still hunting down the vestiges of Rookwood and Ranrokâs forces, or if youâd abandoned that life in your fifth year.Â
As it turns out, heâd soon have his answer.Â
Sebastian crept silently around the base of the fort, casting Disillusionment to better conceal his presence. Heâd just scaled the wooden walls when he heard a commotion coming from below. Peering over the scaffolding, he watched the Ashwinders stand at attention, readying their wands as they yelled at something in the distance. Not something, someone. Sebastian squinted his eyes at the figure, wondering who would be daft enough to approach a hostile poacher camp on their own.Â
The figure neared, the torch lights illuminating their face, an irritated look on their features as they marched straight through the Ashwinderâs front door. Sebastian sucked in a sharp breath as he watched you come to a halt, a healthy distance away from the group, crossing your arms as you spoke in an almost bored tone.Â
âLook. Iâm in a pretty shit mood tonight, so if we could just skip to the part where you all throw your wands on the ground in surrender, it would be much appreciated.â The poachers look at you, and then each other, before bursting into peels of cacophonous laughter. You stood there stoically, waiting for them to calm themselves, growing impatient with each passing moment.Â
Sebastian readies his wand as one of the poachers steps forward, preparing to rescue you should things go poorly. He knew you were a brilliant duelist, but there were at least ten to twelve poachers here, far too many for you to take down on your own. The Ashwinder scout wipes his eyes, sneering at you as he speaks. âThatâs adorable. What can a little thing like you do all on your own? Why donât you run along while I-â
He didnât get a chance to finish. Ancient magic pulsed at the end of your wand, and the man vaporized in a cloud of black dust, ceasing to exist. The poachers immediately stop laughing, all staring in shock at the space their compatriot once occupied. You sighed heavily, planting your feet. âAlright, hard way it is.â Â
The poachers raise their wands, and all hell breaks loose. Sebastian, rooted to the spot, watches dumbfounded as you absolutely clean house. Your movements seem almost like a dance, clothing whipping around you as you move, Sebastian finding such beauty in you savagery. You make quick work of the poachers, freeing all the captured beasts before heading back to Hogwarts.Â
He watches you take one last look at the camp and the bodies strewn about it, before you quietly walk off into the night, disappearing into the shadows.Â
Sebastian hops down from the scaffolding, making his way over to assess the carnage. An unconscious smile slips onto his face as his heart swells with pride, and a severe longing. Seeing you twice in the same day had done something to him. Itâd put a hunger in his chest. To see you, talk to you, touch you, be near you. Anything youâd give him, heâd take it, greedily.
The thought stuck in his head for weeks, long after heâd left Hogsmeade, traveling far from you again. The need to be near you ate at him, plaguing his thoughts, haunting his dreams, much more than it had in the past two years. It consumed him completely, until he finally snapped, finding himself sitting in Professor Weasleyâs office, making up a story about studying abroad with Anne after their uncleâs untimely death.Â
She welcomed him back warmly, informing him that his bed and belongings remained untouched and ready for his return. Thanking her, he left her office, heading not for his dorm, but for the Undercroft instead. Heâd have to share a room with Ominis, and Sebastian wasnât quite ready to face the blonde just yet. He would sleep on one of the Undercroft lounges for a few nights while he figured out a plan.Â
Sebastian was doing his best to avoid running into either you or Ominis, successfully evading you both for the first week of the new school year. Heâd caught glimpses of both of you, but didnât dare stop for too long, lest one of you notice him prematurely.Â
That all went out the window when you barreled straight into him in Central Hall, making a mad dash to your next class. On instinct, heâd cast Levioso on your books and papers, preventing them from scattering all over the floor. You were holding your face and apologizing, not yet noticing exactly who youâd run into, and Sebastian stood rooted, feeling a bit dizzy from being so close to you. Finally, you looked up at him, and he could see your brain short circuit. He took the opportunity to scan your face, drinking in the details like you were the first water heâd seen after years in the desert.Â
His memory really didnât do you justice, the youthfulness youâd had in your fifth year melting away to reveal the striking young adult underneath. Sebastian couldnât stop staring at you, taking in all the changes these two years had brought, eyes fliting down to give the briefest of glances to your lips. He wondered offhandedly what theyâd feel like against his, but the thought was forgotten entirely at the first tear drop falling from your lashes.Â
You looked at him, eyes wide and unblinking, face shining with heartbreak as you brokenly spoke his name. The sorrowful sound, combined with the wet streaks down your face, were enough to jolt Sebastian out of his private reverie and replace it with a deep shame. This was a mistake. He shouldnât have come back. Not when you were looking at him like that, openly showing him the damage heâd done.Â
Steeling himself, he returned your final book to you before making his escape. He reminded you of your tardiness as he left, not wanting to affect your day any further. He resolved to stay away from you as much as humanly possible, even though his heart screamed not to.Â
Sebastian returned to the Undercroft after his last class, pacing the floor as he contemplated his next course of action. He could leave, go back to being a mercenary, eradicating poachers, doing his best not to think of you. The only problem was the more he thought about running away, the more his chest ached, growing so heavy that he wasnât sure how he kept standing.Â
Sebastian was so caught up in his own head, that he didnât hear the gate open, or the fast angry steps striding toward him. âYou fucking son of a bitch.âÂ
Whipping around, Sebastian had just enough time to dodge the book being thrown at his head, Ominis snarling in annoyance when it didn't connect. âWhere the hell have you been?âÂ
Sebastian opens his mouth to answer, but ends up dodging Ominisâs fist instead as the blonde continues yelling. âDo you know how worried we were? Do you even care? How dare you. You think you can just waltz back in like the last two years never happened? Youâve got some fucking nerve.âÂ
Thereâs no time to say anything in retaliation, Ominisâs fists flying at Sebastian from every angle, surprisingly accurate for a blind man. âI have half a mind to kill you myself. Save you the trouble of abandoning us again.âÂ
Sebastian grit his teeth, shoving Ominis away from him. âYou think it was easy?! You think leaving the two of you was easy?! I left to protect you. I-â
âSave it Sallow! You left because you were scared. Look at you, hiding away in the Undercroft, avoiding sharing a room with me. You-âÂ
âOF COURSE I WAS SCARED!âÂ
Sebastianâs voice cracked, echoing loudly through the large space. Ominis stood, a look of shock painting his face, before scowling again, opening his mouth to spit his frustration at the brunette. Suddenly the Undercroft gates slid open. Both boys turned toward it, panting angrily. Sebastianâs heart sank at the sight of you. You looked defeated, eyes trained on the floor as you shuffled forward. âOminis, I-I think I saw S-âŚoh.âÂ
He wanted to cry. He couldnât handle the way you were looking at him, either of you. Heâd caused this, and heâd only made it worse by returning. Overwhelmed by the crushing pressure in the room, Sebastian did the only thing it seemed he knew how. He ran.Â
âWeâll continue this later.âÂ
Striding forward quickly, he didnât dare look at you, ignoring the way you turned to follow him, hand reaching out as if to stop his retreat. Ominis demanded he turn around, explain himself to you, but Sebastian was so close to the edge already and couldnât afford to fall over.Â
âI have nothing to say to them.âÂ
He heard the pained noise ripped from your throat, hands clenching and unclenching, trying to maintain his composure. They ached to hold you, to grasp you and haul you against him. He wanted to whisper apologies into your hair, beg for your forgiveness, tell you heâd rather die than be parted from you againâŚbut he couldnât. Couldnât risk breaking your heart any further. You didnât need him the way he needed you. You could live a happy life, with or without him.Â
Sebastian hesitated only a moment, before heading back into the castle, uncertainty settling in his gut.Â
Now that heâd been discovered, there was no point concealing himself away in the Undercroft, so Sebastian started spending his nights in his actual bed. He and Ominis werenât speaking, and the rest of their roommates were too nervous around the two to ask about his sudden appearance.Â
Things were tense for a few days, and Sebastian thought theyâd stay that way, until heâs being shaken awake one night by a disheveled Ominis, clearly having been startled out of sleep. âWha-What? Whatâs- Merlinâs beard wha- Ominis, whatâs wrong?â
âI should be asking you that. You were thrashing about in your sleep, mumbling some nonsense.â Ominis stood above him, a comforting hand on his shoulder. Sebastian blinked the sleep out of his eyes, squinting up at Ominisâs concerned face.Â
âIt was- It was probably just a nightmare. Donât worry about it. Sorry for waking you. Go back to sleep.â Sebastian rolled away from the blonde, closing his eyes.Â
Ominis stood there awkwardly, shuffling his feet back and forth as he spoke. âDo, um, do you get themâŚa lot?âÂ
Sebastian turned to look over his shoulder. âNightmares? Yeah, I guess, uh, I get them pretty regularly. Iâll-Iâll put a silencing charm on my bed at night so-âÂ
âNo, thatâs not- What I mean is-⌠W-What are they about?â Sebastian stares dumbfounded at Ominisâs nervous twitching. He was clearly worried for Sebastian, and it didnât seem like heâd give up anytime soon. So, he scooted over, tugging on Ominisâs wrist gently as a signal to sit down. Ominis went hesitantly, but let the curtain fall as he sat cross legged on the opposite end of the bed.Â
âUm, wellâŚa lot of them are about...my time away, butâŚmost of them are about the things that happened with my- with Solomon.â Sebastian glanced up at the other boy, gauging his reaction. Ominis furrowed his brow at the mention of Solomon, but nodded his head patiently, waiting for Sebastian to continue.Â
So he did, and the two spent the rest of the night talking. Sebastian told him about the places heâd been, and the jobs heâd done, the horrors heâd seen committed at the hands of dark wizards. He told him the reason heâd left, the fear that heâd hurt the both of you the way heâd hurt his uncle, his own blood. Apologies spewed from his mouth, and both boys shed more than a few tears, embracing each other once Sebastian had finished.Â
Things werenât perfect, far from it, and all was not immediately forgiven, but it reopened the door to their friendship. Ominis reminded him that they were family, and no matter what lay ahead, heâd be there. He also urged Sebastian to talk to you, promising that youâd want to, even after the other night.Â
He wasnât convinced, fairly certain youâd sooner put his head on a pike for his mistreatment, than try to make amends. Unsure when heâd even get the chance.
Fortunately for him, the chance came rather quickly after that. Heâd been reading in the library, far away from the other students, when he heard quiet swearing somewhere off in the stacks. Closing his book, he stood up, walking towards the voice that sounded more and more like you the closer he got.Â
Turning the corner, he watched you stretch as far as you could, attempting to grab a book just out of your reach. He crossed his arms and leaned a shoulder against another bookcase, watching you struggle fondly, wondering where youâd left your wand. You huffed in frustration, and he had to put a hand over his mouth, silencing his laughter as you put a foot on the lowest shelf. His eyes shone with amusement watching your fruitless struggle, and decided to put you out of your misery when you continued climbing the shelves.Â
His footsteps were silent as he approached you, reaching up and grabbing the book. You scrambled down, turning to object, assuming someone was taking the book for themselves. Stopping instantly, you both stare at each other, Sebastian finding it incredibly difficult to look away. Your eyes flit from his face to the book in his hands, and then back to his face before speaking. âUmâŚI need that.âÂ
Sebastian has to beat back a smile threatening to split his face in two, instinctively wanting to give a sarcastic reply, but controlling himself for the moment. âI know. Thatâs why I grabbed it.âÂ
Handing you the book, you take it gingerly, fingers accidentally brushing his. It sends a bolt of electricity through his body, awakening a need to touch you deep in his bones. Heâd been so careful to always keep his distance, avoiding physical contact with you, mostly to preserve his own sanity. Sebastian knew he didnât have any rights to you, and if you were to rebuild your friendship, he couldnât become greedy.Â
You looked at the floor, biting your lip, before thanking him, and making to leave. He notes that youâre careful to avoid touching him as you pass. Even though he knows itâs for the best, he still wishes you would. Merlin, he wants you to touch him so bad. To brush his arm, his hand, anything.
But you donât, and he watches you take a few steps, before turning around once more. âIâm sorry.âÂ
Raising an eyebrow at you, he leans his shoulder against the bookshelf again, putting his hands in his pockets to make himself behave. âFor what?âÂ
âForâŚbeing weak. I couldnât- I couldnât help Anne, andâŚand if I were stronger, maybe I couldâve. Then you wouldnât have had toâŚgo away.âÂ
Sebastianâs heart sunk. YouâŚblamed yourself? You thought this was your fault? He tried to formulate a response, denying your ludicrous claim, but you kept going. âI understand why youâŚhateâŚme, but I just-â
âI donât hate you.âÂ
The words were out before he could even fully process what youâd said. Hate you? How could you think he hated you? Quite the contrary actually, he loved you so much it hurt. It often kept him awake at night, missing you, wondering how you were, pondering what could have been if heâd made different choices. How could he ever hate you?Â
A sad smile slipped onto your face as you gazed at him longingly. âYou donât have to lie.âÂ
With that, you strode away from him, shattering his heart with every step you took.Â
It was a long while before Sebastian saw you again. Heâd catch glimpses in the halls, watching you giggle with your friends, or scurry between classes. Youâd look away quickly if you happened to see him, very obviously pretending to be busy with something or someone else.
You were avoiding him, purposefully acting like he wasnât there, and it irritated him. He wanted your time, your attention, but he figured that this was his punishment for treating you so poorly.Â
Ominis told him to just talk to you, corner you after class or in the library, but he didnât want you to be more upset with him than you already were, so he let you be. He was going to leave it that way, let you come around on your own, but then he also noticed how much time you spent with a certain red headed Gryffindor.Â
Jealousy burned hot in his chest every time he saw you with Weasley, a stabbing pain every time he made you laugh or smile, Sebastian hated it. He wanted you to look at him like that, to laugh at his jokes, to be his.Â
He watched you and Garreth heading to the library, arguing playfully, walking so close that your shoulders were practically pressed together the whole way. The last dregs of Sebastianâs will power evaporated, and before he knew it, heâd planted himself directly in your path.Â
You didnât even look up, too engrossed in your conversation with Weasley, and ended up bouncing off him, again. Sebastian could feel your eyes on him, but he kept his gaze focused on the redhead beside you, silently willing him to take a hike.
âI need to talk to you.âÂ
Sebastian tore his eyes from Garreth and looked at you expectantly. Blinking at him, you furrow your brow in confusion. âI canât really talk right now. Garreth and I are-âÂ
Sebastian glared at Garreth, daring him to object. The redhead took a step away, intimidated by the dark look on Sebastianâs face. âYou know what, thatâs totally ok with me. You, uh, go have that conversation, and Iâll get a head start on the assignment.âÂ
Sebastian watched him scurry away, eyes narrowed, before turning back to you. âYouâve been avoiding me.â
He crossed his arms, not in anger, but in self restraint. His fingers itch to reach for you, touch any part youâd let him, but thereâs no way you would, not like you let Weasley. You looked up at him, a pinched expression on your face.
Sebastian scowled at you, eyes narrowing.
âDonât play coy with me.âÂ
âIs it really âavoidingâ if you donât want to see me anyway?âÂ
Sebastianâs heart contracted painfully, the air leaving his lungs completely. âI never said I didnât want to see you.â
Annoyance painted your features, lips flattening into a thin line. âYour attitude seems to indicate otherwise.âÂ
He couldnât help but respond to your irritation with ire of his own. âHow would you know anything about my attitude, when youâve clearly been avoiding me?âÂ
Sighing, you pinch the bridge of your nose in a familiar gesture, clearly over this conversation. âSebastian. What- What is it you want? First youâre storming out of the Undercroft, refusing to speak to me, and now youâre upset that Iâve been giving you a wide berth? Iâm getting whiplash from the constant back and forth. So what is it?âÂ
He stays quiet a moment, kicking himself for always acting like this around you. This isnât what he wanted to say, and he wasnât sure if heâd be able to dig himself out of the hole heâd created. Taking a deep breath, he lets his mask slip a bit, hoping youâll listen.Â
âIâm sorry. Ominis and I had a pretty bad argument before you came down that night. IâŚwas feeling emotional, and took it out on you. I shouldnât have done that. Iâm sorry.âÂ
You folded your arms protectively over your chest, looking down at the ground. âI can understand that. You probably didnât want to see me anyway so-âÂ
Thereâs a pang in his chest, his voice coming out harsh, desperate for you to understand. âStop saying that.â
Your eyes shoot up to meet his, and he holds your gaze, pleading with you. âI did want to see you. I do want to see you.âÂ
There was a deep hurt that settled in your eyes. Your voice a quiet, sorrowful demand. âThen why didnât you?â
Sebastian has to look away. He canât bear to see that sad expression on your face, knowing he was the cause. Biting his lip, he takes a few deep breaths, trying to get the words out, trying to explain himself. âI-I canât tell youâŚright now. Not because- because I donât want to. I just, need a little bit more time.âÂ
Breathing uneven, he waits for you to yell at him, cast him off, tell him to leave and never return. Instead, you sigh quietly. âOk.âÂ
Sebastianâs shoulders slumped, wanting to cry in relief. Nodding, he keeps his eyes on the floor, not wanting you to see the excitement behind them. âThank you.âÂ
You both stood awkwardly, pondering what else there was to say. After a moment, Sebastian glanced up at you through his lashes, scuffing his foot on the floor. âI guess you should, uh, get to Weasley.âÂ
Your eyes grow wide, suddenly remembering that you were supposed to be studying with the Gryffindor. âYeah, I guess I should. Um, see youâŚlater?âÂ
Sebastianâs heart fluttered in his chest. Later. You said he could see you later. Nodding enthusiastically, he gives you a quiet âyeahâ, bidding you goodbye as you headed toward the library. Sebastian turned, watching you descend the stairs, heart soaring.Â
Sebastian didnât want to push his luck too much, so he started with greeting you in passing, or giving you small smiles from across the room. When he felt a little braver, he started accompanying you to your classes, chatting idly about schoolwork or the latest gossip.Â
He found it more and more difficult to maintain his stoic mask around you, often letting a chuckle escape at something you said. When he did, he could see you bite your lip, trying to stop yourself from smiling. He wished you would. He desperately wanted you to smile at him, and would subtly try to coax one out whenever he could.
Currently, he strolled down the hall towards Defense Against the Dark Arts, excited to see you. Turning the corner, you headed towards him, coming from your previous class. Just as he was about to call out to you, a red streak zipped past him and smacked you directly in the face. You stumble back a step, rubbing your nose, before looking at the offending envelope. He watched as you bent down, a noise of curiosity escaping your lips, before opening the letter.Â
Your fingers had just barely lifted the seal, when the envelope flew up, shaping itself into a pair of lips.Â
âMy sweetest love, not a day passes that I donât yearn for you-â
Sebastian watches your eyes get wide, a look of panic settling on your pretty face. A dark blush forms on your cheeks as people stop to watch the howler scream its contents at you. A love letter it would seem.Â
â-your eyes are like the moon, big and round and beautiful. Your hair, like spider silk, soft and delicate. Your lips-â
You sank to the floor, hiding your mortification behind your hands as you crouched there. Sebastian stands there, dumbstruck, staring at the vile letter spewing its filth. You were clearly upset, embarrassed at how many bore witness to your humiliation. A primal need to protect swelled in his chest, Sebastian dashing to your side and snatching the howler out of the air, crumpling it in his hand before setting it on fire.Â
Noticing the screaming had stopped, you peek out from behind your fingers to see Sebastian scowling in rage. âWho, the fuck, sent you this?âÂ
Sighing, you cover your face again, remaining crouched on the floor. â...LeanderâŚâ
Sebastian scoffed above you in disgust. âPrewett? Why?âÂ
Your voice stays quiet as you shake your head at him. â...I canât tell you.â
Sebastian clicks his tongue in annoyance. âYouâd better tell me, or else Iâm hunting him down and kicking his ass now.âÂ
He made to walk away, ready to beat the daylight out of that cocky prick, when he felt a tug on his robes. Looking down, youâd caught the edge of his clothing in one hand, the other still covering your face from your crouch position. âGet back here, you brute. Iâll tell you, but you canât laugh.âÂ
Sebastian obeyed immediately, crossing his arms as he awaited your explanation. Sighing once more, you stand up, removing your hand from your face. You didnât look at him, instead looking off into the distance, a splash of color sitting high on your cheeks. âI- He- Tsk. I complimented him in our sixth year because he was upset, andâŚnow he thinks weâre courting.âÂ
You scowled at him, embarrassed that you had to repeat yourself. âA girl he fancied rejected him, and-and he thought that it was because he was too ugly, so I felt bad. I told him he was very handsome and that someone would be lucky to have him one day, andâŚhe thought I was talking about me. So he thinks Iâm in love with him.â
Sebastian blinked at you, face carefully neutral. âAre you?â
Throwing your hands up in exasperation, you begin to pace in front of him. âNo! Iâve told him so many times that I wasnât talking about myself, but he just wonât hear it! He thinks Iâm too shy, embarrassed by how much I like him. Itâs insane! I donât know how to make it stop.â
Sebastian growled, fists balling as he made to walk away again. âIâll make it stop.â
âNo, you wonât.â You yanked him back again, grabbing the loose fabric between his shoulder blades this time. It sent a shiver down his spine, images of your nails scraping down his bare back flying to the forefront of his mind. He has to take a few steadying breaths before he can turn and face you, praying you won't see the desire clouding his irises.Â
âListen, heâs annoying, but harmless. Thereâs no need to be getting into any fights, heâll get it eventually.âÂ
Sebastian gave you a flat look, voice coming out monotone. âItâs been an entire calendar year, and he still hasnât gotten it. Let me fix that.âÂ
Rolling your eyes, you grab the edge of his sleeve, tugging him along to class. âAlright you wild animal, thatâs enough out of you, weâre going to be late.âÂ
Sebastian huffed in irritated defeat. âFine, but Iâm burning every letter I see.â
âHe sends you flowers?!â
âAt least once a week.âÂ
Sebastian grumbles, letting himself be dragged by you, wishing that youâd grabbed his hand instead.
That was a few weeks ago, and true to his word, he set every letter and flower arrangement on fire, preferably while Leander watched. Leander had kept his distance thus far, but finally grew a pair while you mediated a tense conversation between Sebastian and Garreth.Â
âHello dearest, how are you on this fine day?âÂ
Sebastian watched you recoil, scooting a step closer to him. He growled, irritated that he now had to deal with two Gryffindors vying for your attention. âFucking perfect. Get lost, Prewett. Theyâre not interested.â
Leander scoffed and ignored him, reaching his slimy hand up to touch your cheek. âAnyway my sweet, would you care to join m-â
âNo thank you, Leander. As Iâve said several times before, Iâm not on the market.â Sebastianâs world came to a screeching halt. What did you mean by that? HadâŚWere you and WeasleyâŚÂ
His eyes shot to Garreth, who flinched under his angry gaze. The boy shook his head, eyes flitting between the three of you. Sebastianâs mind was spinning out of control, and he barely heard the rest of the conversation, or that you asked to see him later. Nodding distractedly, he didnât say goodbye as you dragged Garreth away by the wrist, growing even more envious that youâd freely touch the redhead, and not him.
Sebastian avoided you like the plague the rest of the day and well into the next. He couldnât handle watching you flirt with Weasley, so resolved to leave you be until he could get his emotions under control. You werenât his. You had the right to court whomever you wanted, but Sebastian wanted so desperately for that person to be him. He knew he was late, and heâd caused you so much pain, but still he hoped.Â
The next time he saw you, you sat in the stands with your friends as he gazed at you from the Quidditch pitch. You waved at Weasley enthusiastically, and the shy smile he returned set Sebastianâs blood on fire. Heâd missed the fact that Garreth was actually sending that shy greeting to Poppy, who sat beside you. Sebastian ground his teeth together, determined to absolutely demolish the Gryffindor team. He couldnât have you? Fine. Heâd at the very least have this victory.Â
You turned your attention to him, smiling sweetly, mouthing words of encouragement. That smile sent butterflies fluttering in his stomach. You had to stop doing that. How was he supposed to let Weasley court you when you kept looking at him like that? You could be so cruel sometimes.Â
Sebastian nodded at you, turning away to focus on the game. Imelda clocked his attitude change immediately, observing the silent interaction between the four of you. A sly smile painted her face, already plotting ways to fix this ridiculous misunderstanding.Â
The horn sounded, and they were off. Sebastian did his job beautifully, repeatedly scoring on the Gryffindor team, anger making him play more aggressively than usual. Imelda kept on the Golden Snitch, making sure to keep the other seeker away, performing elaborate aerial maneuvers as interference.Â
Imelda could have snatched the snitch at any moment, but she really wanted to wow the crowd, so she waited, trusting Sebastian to keep going, which he did. Imelda held off until Sebastian threw the final quaffle through the Gryffindor goal, timing her capture of the snitch just right, resulting in a double victory.Â
The crowd went wild, everyone rushing down onto the field, you included. Perfect. Imelda landed, easily finding Leander Prewett sulking on the side lines. âPrewett, it seems your love has come to console you.âÂ
Imelda pointed a thumb at you over her shoulder as you scanned the crowd, searching. Leander perked up immediately, making his way over to you, hearts in his eyes. âThatâs just like them.âÂ
Imelda rolled her eyes in disgust as Leander took off towards you. Looking around, she spots Sebastian, sporting a rather cross expression, having been cornered by a group of giggly first years. Imelda strode up to him, waiting until Leander had approached you to tap Sebastian on the shoulder, gesturing to you. âRidiculous. Does he have no shame? Theyâre clearly not interested.â
Sebastian cocks his eyebrow at her, following her gaze until it lands on your form, backing away from Leander with an arm stretched out. Sebastian ground his teeth together, a low growl escaping his lips. âIâm gonna rip his fucking head off.â
Without another word, Sebastian began shoving people out of the way, tearing a path towards you. Imelda smiles, patting herself on the back as she walks away. There, that should fix things.Â
Sebastian stormed towards you, physically moving anyone dumb enough to get in his way. He didnât know where your stupid little boyfriend was, but he wasnât about to leave you at the mercy of Prewett. Stopping just over your shoulder, he overheard Leander ask where your âguard dogâ had run off to.
âHeâs right here.âÂ
You craned your neck to look at him, and he could feel your eyes dart around his face, lingering. Sebastian didnât dare take his focus off Leander, preparing to beat the ever loving shit out of him, should he touch you.Â
He didnât expect you to spin around and throw your body against his. Sebastianâs brain short circuited, having no idea how to process the sudden full body contact, and then you were whispering in his ear. Telling him how proud you were, how happy heâd made you, and it was over. He was done. He knew heâd do absolutely anything you wanted, just to hear you say those words again.Â
Then, you were withdrawing, retracting your arms from around his neck, and he wouldnât have it. Sebastianâs arms shot around you, clamping them around your body so you couldnât leave. He shoved his face into your neck, savoring the feel of your soft skin on his cheeks. âPlease donât stop.âÂ
Apologies were spilling from your lips, you thought heâd be upset that youâd touched him thoughtlessly. On the contrary, he should be the one apologizing to you. The floodgates were open, he wouldnât be able to keep his hands to himself anymore, he didnât think he physically could.Â
You asked him why, why had he avoided your touch. Before he could think, the words spilled out of his mouth. âI didnât want to become greedy.âÂ
Sebastian squeezed you, burying himself as far as he could go. Pleading with you to hold him a bit longer. âIâm sorry. This isâŚthe first hug Iâve gotten inâŚa long time. Could you just- could you just stayâŚhere, with me?â
And you did. You put your hand in his sweaty hair, and held him as tight as you could, until he was called away by the team. Sebastian took one more second, giving you one last squeeze, before reluctantly parting from you. His hands lingered, relishing the feel of you a moment longer before he wished you goodnight.
Sebastian had lost all self restraint, starved for your touch at every waking moment. Even when he was already pressed against you, it never felt like enough. You didnât seem like you minded, actually, he thought you enjoyed it, grabbing his elbow or pushing your thigh against his unprompted.Â
His head was in the clouds, opening up to you more and more every day. However, there was something in your eyes, a question that was left unanswered. Sebastian knew he had to tell you, knew it was time, he just wasnât sure when itâd be the right time.Â
The right time came as you studied together in the Undercroft, laughing about an unfortunate incident involving Ominis in your sixth year. Youâd gotten quiet, withdrawing from him a bit, and he hated it. So, he told you. He told you of his travels, his escapadesâŚhis fears, sure that youâd leave, never to speak to him again.Â
Instead, you cried. With him. For him.Â
You asked his reason for coming back, and he couldnât give you anything but the truth, trying to convey everything he felt for you in a few short words. âI missed you. So much.â
More tears began pooling in your eyes again, Sebastianâs hand on your face ready to catch them. âThenâŚWhen I saw youâŚwhy-â
âI was afraid. I didnât know what to say. You looked like Iâd carved your heart out of your chest and ripped it to shreds. I thought that Iâd made a mistakeâŚcoming back, so I decided youâd be better off without me.âÂ
Your hand clutched his wrist, eyes wide as you feared he would disappear. Sebastian didnât think he could, not with the terrified look you gave him. Heâd sooner drown then be the reason for that look on your face again.
Matching tears fell from his eyes, his gaze both sorrowful and loving. â...but I couldnât stay away. I tried to, but every time you looked at meâŚI couldnât get enough, and I hated myself for it. I still do.â
A pathetic sound burst from your throat, Sebastianâs thumb automatically collecting the new tears streaming down your face. âIf I was a stronger man, Iâd let you go, butâŚIâm not.â
The dam broke on the last of your composure, and he pulled you into his lap, cradling you against his chest, whispering apologies into your skin.Â
It was over for Sebastian. You were it for him. There would never be another so long as you walked this earth, and even for an eternity after. He was yours, whether you wanted him or not.Â
You struggled in Sebastianâs grip as he carried you away from Garreth, uncaring whatever conversation heâd interrupted. Heâd seen Weasley take your hands, nervous smile on the boy's lips, and had quite literally stolen you away.
If you still wanted Weasley in the end, fine, heâd find a way to cope, but heâd be damned if he went down without a fight.Â
Marching down to the Undercroft with you slung over his shoulder, he kept a tight grip and ignored your complaining. Eventually you settled, your expression annoyed when he finally put you down.Â
âWhat the hell was that?â
Youâd crossed your arms, and Sebastian couldnât help but find your grumpy demeanor adorable. He mirrored your stance, bypassing an explanation and getting straight to the point.
âGo on a date with me.â
You looked at him like he had two heads. Sebastianâs heart pounded in his chest, awaiting your answer nervously.
Huffing, he tightens his arms, attempting to shield his heart from your rejection. âYouâd probably prefer someone like Weasley, but Iâm throwing my hat in the ring. Go on a date with me.âÂ
Sebastian could see the whispers of a blush forming on your face, before you furrowed your brows in annoyance. âAnd this is how youâre asking?âÂ
What? Heâd never done this before, but he was pretty sure this is how it went. How else was he supposed to ask? âHow else am I supposed to ask?âÂ
You rolled your eyes, looking away from him in annoyance. âWhatever. Itâs not like thereâs even a ring to throw your hat in. Itâs you, idiot.âÂ
Sebastian froze, arms loosening as he stared at you in shock. âButâŚyou told Prewett you were off the market.âÂ
âYeah, for him and everyone else. You made sure of that a long time ago, whether you knew it or not.âÂ
âSoâŚyou and WeasleyâŚâ
Groaning, you wipe a hand down your face in frustration. âOh my- Are just friends. Heâs actually confessing to Poppy as we speak, which you so rudely interrupted when you decided to act like a barbarian.â
Sebastian takes a step forward, and then another, and another, until heâs just half a step away, staring at you in wonder. Thereâs something bubbling in his chest, hands itching to touch you. âSoâŚI can have you? Am-Am I allowed to?â
âOh for the love of-â Then you were kissing him. Yanking him down to you, to smash your lips together. Sebastianâs heart beat wildly in his chest, head dizzy from trying to keep up with your confession. You pulled away just a bit, holding his tie taught to keep him from going too far. âGet it together, Sallow. Youâre embarrassing me.â
All the air had left Sebastianâs lungs when youâd kissed him, now he sucked in a deep breath, an unfamiliar feeling blossoming inside him. It started out small, a quiet rumble, but then quickly grew into loud giddy laughter. He couldnât remember the last time he laughed like this, felt like this, but he couldnât wait anymore. He grabbed your face in both his hands, pulling you close.Â
âI fucking love you.â
Sebastian kissed you again, fighting against the joyous grin splitting his face. He couldnât contain his excitement, peppering quick kisses onto every bit of skin he could reach, dragging you as close as possible, desperately trying to fuse your bodies together.Â
Eventually, he couldnât resist the temptation of your lips any longer, returning to them greedily. âYouâre telling me *kiss* I could have *kiss* been kissing you-â He groaned as he kissed you again, his tongue licking your bottom lip insistently. â-this whole time?âÂ
Sebastian couldnât stop, already addicted to your taste. A hand fisted in your hair, tilting your head back further as his tongue pushed its way into your mouth.Â
âYeah, youâre mmff-*kiss* -fucking late.â
He gave you one last chaste kiss before pulling away, lips still brushing yours, smiling sweetly. âGuess Iâve got a lot of catching up to do.â
You were swiftly approaching the end of your time at Hogwarts, Sebastian finally happy after two long years of misery.Â
Well, except for right now. Right now he was wildly put out. He stood down the hall from you, watching Garreth causally place a hand on your shoulder as you snickered together. Sebastian hated it, hated the way you just let the redhead touch you, the way you always let him into your space.Â
Weasley kept a respectable distance from you when Sebastian was around, but it seemed like that space shrunk significantly when he wasnât. Anxiety filled his chest. What if you started to prefer spending time with Weasley? The Gryffindor was energetic, fun to be around, easy to talk to. Your face always lit up around him, the envious pit growing in Sebastianâs stomach when the redhead made you laugh. Logically, he knew Garreth and Poppy were courting, but the jealous, irrational part of his brain couldnât help but over analyse every interaction between the two of you.Â
Sebastian was so afraid youâd realize you could do better, deserved more than he could give you, and that fear drove his growing anger as he watched you. Glancing over at him, your smile dropped immediately, silently asking what was wrong.Â
Sebastian turned on his heel, walking away as quickly as possible. He wanted to have a proper conversation about this, and right now, he felt he was too volatile to do so.Â
He hoped you wouldnât follow him, somehow sensing he needed some time to calm down, but of course you did, shoving through the crowded halls as fast as possible to keep up.Â
Heâd made it all the way to The Bell Tower Courtyard, miraculously devoid of any other students, when you finally caught him. You grabbed his wrist gently, forcing him to stop, but he refused to look at you. âHey, hey, hey. My love, whatâs wrong? Where are you going so quickly?âÂ
Sebastian took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself before speaking. âItâs nothing. Go back to Weasley.â
You take a step towards him, and he flinches away on instinct, feeling a bit like a wild animal backed into a corner. He can feel you stop abruptly, hesitating, but ultimately dropped his wrist, leaving more space between you than thereâd been in months.Â
âSebastian wha- what does Garreth have to do with anything? Why are you upset with him?â
Without thinking, he whirls on you, his rage spilling out of his mouth in an angry torrent. âIâm upset with you.âÂ
Shock sprang to life on your face, a hand covering your heart protectively. Heâd never yelled at you like this, and he could see the gears turning in your head as you tried to comprehend his ire. âIâm sorry, my love, I donât- I donât understand what-â
âYou keep flirting with him! Every time youâre together all you do is smile, and laugh, and let him put his hands on you. And Iâm forced to sit there and watch, pretending like it doesnât bother me, like I donât want to tear his head off every time he even glances at you.â
âSebastian, heâs courting Poppy. You know that. Why-â
âYou think that matters?!â His voice cracks, letting you hear all the hurt, all the fear heâd been bottling up inside. âYou always look so happy when youâre with him. What if- What if you fall in love with him? Or the next Garreth? You donât think heâd jump on the chance to be with you? You could show anyone a modicum of interest, and theyâd fall at your feet. Look at Leander! You gave him an offhanded compliment two years ago and he still tries to send you flowers.â
Sebastian canât get enough air in his lungs, his thoughts irrational as he continues to berate you with his insecurities.Â
âSebastian, weâre friends. I- Those are normal things for friends to-â
He watches you flinch at his volume, sees the tears gathering in your eyes, and he wants to stop. Merlin, he wants to stop yelling at you. You didnât deserve this from him, not after everything heâd put you through, but the wicked voice in the back of his head kept egging him on, convincing him youâd leave. Youâd realize a happy sun filled life with Weasley was better than a miserable broken one with him.Â
Your eyebrows furrowed, irritated by his aggressive outburst. âWhat about you, huh? You think I enjoy watching everyone constantly throw themselves all over you? You think I like knowing youâre the whole schoolâs wet dream? Because you are! All anyone ever talks about is how badly they want to fuck you.âÂ
Why would you care? How could other people possibly matter to him when all he could think about was you? Every waking minute of his life he thought of you. No one else could hold a candle to how much he loved you. His lips drew back from his teeth, a harsh bite in his words. âI donât care if Iâm their wet dream! I only care that Iâm your wet dream!âÂ
âDonât even try to be cute right now!â
âIâm not trying to be cute. Iâm telling you how I fucking feel!âÂ
Annoyance clear in your eyes, you sigh in frustration. âHereâs the difference Sebastian, I trust you. I trust that youâre not going to fuck around with anyone else. You apparently don't share the same sentiment. Garreth is my friend, and I will not throw him away just because you donât trust me. Heâs a good person, and he was there for me when-âÂ
You slammed your lips shut before you could finish, but Sebastian knew. He knew what you were about to say, and he really couldnât blame you. That didnât stop the pit from opening up in his stomach, sure that this would be your final straw and youâd leave. Heâd hurt you, and youâd forgiven him, and now he was hurting you again.
âWhen what? Go on. Say it.âÂ
The tears returned to your eyes, but Sebastian couldnât see them past the inner turmoil consuming him. âStop it.âÂ
He couldnât stop the wounded, angry words from spilling out, no matter how much he wanted to. âWhen I wasnât. Thatâs what you were going to say, right? That he was there when I wasnât? Well, I apologize. Please, finish what the two of you started.â
The tears finally spilled over your lashes, jolting Sebastian out of his blind rage. He watched them roll down your cheeks, realizing the damage heâd done, an apology at the tip of his tongue. You didnât let him get that far, swiftly turning and walking away, leaving him to play catch up.
This wasnât what he wanted to happen, how he wanted this conversation to go. Sebastian fucked up. He didnât meanâŚHe didnât mean any of it, but you were already gone by the time heâd called your name.Â
Sebastian tore through the castle, asking everyone and anyone if theyâd seen you, not a clue where youâd taken the floo flame to. Night fell by the time heâd searched the entire building, looking in every nook and cranny he saw. He wasnât even sure if you were still on school grounds at this point, trying to think of places youâd feel safe enough to go outside of Hogwarts.Â
Wracking his brain, he was too distracted to hear someone screaming his name, footsteps pounding towards him. A body collided with his and Sebastian barely managed to steady them both, speaking frantically. âBaby, Iâm-â
He looked up, expecting to see you, ready to get on his knees and beg for your forgiveness. Instead heâs met with Poppyâs wide frightened eyes, her chest heaving from exertion. âUm Po-Poppy what-âÂ
âForbidden F-Forest. You-You have to go.âÂ
Sebastian furrowed his brows, shaking his head, not understanding. âForbidden F- Poppy, whatâs going on?âÂ
Poppy started to shake, hands gripping Sebastianâs forearms as tears welled up in her eyes. âWe-We found the fighting ring in the-in the f-forest, and-âÂ
Poppy sobbed, trying to get her message out as quickly as possible, but unable to swallow her terror. âThe poachers s-surprised us. They captured-âÂ
More sobs wracked her body, her face hanging towards the ground, fat tears forming puddles underneath her. Sebastian could feel the dread sinking in, panicking as he feared the worst. âWho?! Who did they capture?âÂ
Poppy wailed your name, turning Sebastianâs blood to ice. She told him where the fighting ring was, explaining that theyâd missed a few poachers while they were clearing the camp. She said that youâd been upset, going along to let off some steam, and that you must have been distracted. Sebastianâs heart constricted painfully. This was his fault. You were never this sloppy, and now you could be dead because he couldnât communicate correctly.Â
At that moment, Garreth walked down the hall searching for his girlfriend, calling to her, voice filled with worry. âPoppy wha-â
Sebastian practically threw Poppy at Garreth, breaking into a dead sprint, looking for the nearest door that would bring him outside. Poppy yelled for him to wait, that he couldnât go alone, but he didnât hear her. Heâd be damned if he wasted even one more second. Thereâd be no waiting as long as you were in danger.Â
Bursting from the castle doors, Sebastian summoned his broom, taking flight immediately and heading in the direction Poppy had given. His hands shook as he pushed his broom as fast as it could go, grateful that youâd introduced him to Albie and his broom upgrades.Â
Sebastian got there in less than ten minutes, landing with a large thud, scaring three Ashwinders standing outside. He rose to his full height, glaring menacingly, voice dangerous as he bared his teeth.
The poachers swallowed nervously, glancing at each other before brandishing their wands. Sebastian snarled in rage, prowling forward purposefully. âWrong answer.âÂ
He let loose on the three poachers, killing them quickly. Slicing the head off one, he set another on fire, and tossed the last straight into a tree, breaking his back. Sebastian assumed thereâd be more inside, and he didnât have time to fuck around, not knowing the condition you were in.Â
Sebastian charged inside quickly, savagely ripping through anyone he came into contact with, uncaring if he killed them. Putting themselves between him and you was a dangerous position, and he relished their screams as they dropped one by one.Â
He kept going, growing more and more frantic the longer it took to find you. Sebastian combed through every room, coming up empty handed each time, desperation clawing at his throat. He slaughtered his way through the poachers, until there was one left standing, the manâs wand shaking in his grip. Sebastian cast Bombarda, blowing the poacher back, collapsing one side of the arena in the process.Â
He stalked forward, following the weak coughs of the half dead poacher through the smoke. The Ashwinder looked up, terror in his eyes as he stared down death, attempting to crawl away from his impending doom. âN-No please, I-âÂ
Sebastian grabbed the back of his collar, yanking him back to growl in his ear. âWhere. Are. They.âÂ
The poacher shuddered, eyes wide with fear. âTh-Theyâre in the ar-arena. Th-Through- Through there.âÂ
The man pointed through the large opening Sebastian had created in the wall. Sebastian growled, dragging the poacher along behind him as he strode forward, the dust settling as he scanned the large room for any other threats.Â
Arm shaking with effort, the man pointed towards you. âT-Theyâre right ov-ver, over th-there. S-So, so let me g-âÂ
Sebastianâs heart stopped, you were kneeling in the dirt, arms suspended above you, face bloodied and the skin he could see severely bruised. There was a high pitched ringing in his ears, so loud he couldnât hear the poachers cries for mercy. He wasnât in control of his body as he grabbed the manâs jaw, snapping his neck violently, silencing him before he could finish his sentence. He didnât once take his eyes off you, letting the lifeless body fall as he quickly walked toward you.
Then your neck gave out, head falling weakly to your chest, and Sebastian started sprinting. He slid on his knees, stopping right in front of you to cup your head gently in both hands, pulling your face up to look at him. âNo, no, no. Come on, baby. Donât do this to me. Stay awake. Open those pretty eyes for me.âÂ
He could see how hard you were trying to do as he asked, but he could also see you rapidly losing that fight. Swearing desperately, he cut your hands free, catching you before you could fall to the floor. Sebastian feels how broken you are, cursing himself for letting this happen. One hand moved the hair out of your face, begging you to stay awake. âNot like this. Donât you dare leave me like this! Please, sweetheart.âÂ
You couldnât leave him. You were supposed to be mad at him. You still had to yell at him for being an ass. How were you supposed to do that if you werenât here? You couldnât go. He wouldnât let you.
Tears fell from his eyes, his sanity slowly vanishing as the seconds passed. You struggled to breathe, the time between breaths becoming longer and longer. Sebastian went out of his mind, frantic to get you back to the castle, but knowing heâd have to hurt you to do it. âFuck! Iâm sorry, baby. I canât wait anymore. We have to apparate back to the castle. Itâs-Itâs gonna hurt. Iâm so sorry, my love. Please forgive me.âÂ
Sebastian curled his body around you protectively, knowing it wouldnât do anything against the pain apparating would bring, but trying nonetheless. His tears hit your skin as he spoke quiet apologies into your temple, praying youâd make it back in time.
Sebastian appeared in the middle of the Hogwarts Hospital Wing, and was swiftly being torn away from you by the nurses there. He let them take you, knowing they could heal you, but fought against them when he realized they wanted to usher him out the door.Â
Hysterical tears cascaded down his face as he screamed to stay with you, reaching out for you as they pushed him back. He couldnât fight against them, grief making his limbs weak, and they eventually shoved him into a separate room where Ominis waited, locking the door behind him.Â
Ominis hurried over, grabbing Sebastianâs hands as they tried to force the door open, nearly ripping it off its hinges, magic or no. Sebastian looked at Ominis, knees hitting the floor in a heavy thud as he collapsed. He cried into Ominisâs shoulder repeating how this was his fault, that if you died, heâd have been the one that killed you.Â
Ominis held him tightly, denying Sebastianâs self hatred as he quietly cried with him, praying for your survival.Â
A few days passed, and you woke up. The nurses had tried in vain to keep Sebastian out, but eventually he would break back in, insisting on being there when you woke up. They gave up, telling him not to overwhelm you immediately upon waking. He pushed the next bed over right up against yours, much to their annoyance, but they let him do it.Â
Sebastian broke down when you finally opened your eyes, shoving himself against you, hurling apologies into your ear. You held him through it, soothing him with words of forgiveness and love, kissing him when you'd heard enough.Â
He kissed you like his life depended on it, pouring all his love and affection into the press of his lips. Over time, a need to have you crept in around the edges. Sebastian hovered over you, wanting more, his hunger for you growing with every kiss.Â
You laughed, reminding him that not only were you out in the open Hospital Wing, but were also still recovering. Sebastian huffed in annoyance, but relented, promising to revisit the subject when you felt better.Â
Sebastian didnât think he was very good with words, always fumbling or saying the wrong thing, so he resolved to show his love physically, needing to please you to make up for his recent behavior. He waited patiently, as patiently as he could at least, until youâd gotten the clear from Nurse Blainey. Afterwards, all bets were off.
Youâd reassured Sebastian that you were fine several times after being released. Heâd been hovering around you non-stop, fetching you food and carrying your belongings, treating you with care and delicacy. However, once youâd convinced him of your complete recovery, he swiftly scooped you up, practically running to The Room of Requirement.Â
âSebastian! What in Merlinâs name are you doing?âÂ
He doesnât answer, too focused on getting you alone. Heâd missed you, missed feeling your skin against his, and heâd been so patient while you recovered. Bursting through the door, Sebastian was grateful that he didnât see Deek, one less obstacle to get through.Â
He strode down the hall, heading straight for the master bedroom that waited, the room already knowing what he wanted. Sebastian kicked the door closed behind him before putting you down, backing you up against it, eyes hooded and panting desperately. âCanât wait anymore.âÂ
He couldnât even let you respond, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, pushing himself as close to you as he could. One hand fisted in your hair, tilting your head back to give him better access, the other kneaded your hip, pushing and pulling like he was trying to force his hand through the fabric. Â
Sebastian licked into your mouth hungrily, moaning as he scraped your bottom lip with his teeth. Tearing himself away, his other hand came down to grip the fabric at your hip, tugging on it urgently. âLet me have you. Please, baby.âÂ
Slamming his mouth back onto yours, he kisses you frantically before he hears a desperate âpleaseâ escape from your lips. Thatâs all he needs to begin tearing at your clothes, demanding words finding spaces between kisses. âOff, off, off.âÂ
Thank Merlin your top had buttons, allowing him to shed your garments without breaking from you, fingers clumsy in his excitement. Once your top was off, Sebastian brought his hands up, cupping your jaw, pressing a few more forceful kisses into your mouth, before dropping to his knees. He got his hands in your waistband yanking your bottoms and undergarments off together, leaving you completely bare before him.Â
Sebastian wasted no time, hoisting a leg over his shoulder, eyes never straying from your sex. âYes baby.âÂ
He licked a long stripe up your center, eyes rolling into the back of his head at the taste of you. Sebastian licked and sucked like a man starved, which in his mind, he was. Your hands pulled his hair roughly, suffocating him between your thighs. He moaned against you, burrowing closer, refusing to come up for air until you finished.Â
Sebastian looked up at you, watching you writhe on his tongue, and he swore he could climax at the sight alone. There were tears in his eyes, lungs screaming for air, head dizzy, but he loved it. He wrapped his lips around you and sucked hard, pulling a wail from your lips as you came, hips stuttering against his face as you felt him moan with you.Â
You finally released him, and he pulled himself away just enough to heave air into his lungs. Sebastian watched your hips twitch as you felt his breath across your sensitive spot. The hand in his hair moved to the collar of his shirt, tugging at it weakly. He got the message and stood abruptly, placing your leg on the floor. You leaned against the door heavily, watching him with hooded eyes as he disrobed. Sebastian preened under your gaze, crowding himself against you once more. âYou ok?âÂ
Nodding your head, you stretch up, kissing him again, trying to coax him back into a frenzy. âAre you ok? Iâd usually be thrown on the bed by now. Tired already?âÂ
Sebastian chuckles darkly against your lips, both hands palming your ass as he rubs his hard cock into your stomach. âWell, excuse me for letting you breathe for a moment. Iâll hop to it.âÂ
With that, Sebastian lifted you up, wrapping both your legs around his waist, shoving his tongue in your mouth as he walked to the bed. He sat down, lifting you slightly so he could steadily lower you on his cock. Panting into your mouth, small whimpers escaped him until you were fully seated. He wrapped both arms around you, keeping you close. âSorry sweetheart, I canât-I canât wait today.âÂ
Sebastian started rutting his hips up into you, arms clamped tight, forcing you to take whatever he gave. He wanted as much skin contact as possible, and he knew how much you loved when he ground himself into you like this. You mewled above him as he placed wet kisses on your chest, rolling a nipple in his mouth, squeezing every lustful sound he could from those pretty lips.Â
He pistoned his cock inside you, making sure to hit every spot you liked, until he couldnât take it anymore, lifting you slightly to scoot back on the bed. He laid on his back, bringing you with him as he planted his feet on the mattress. Wrapping one arm up your back to keep you close, he used the other to help you stay on his cock as he fucked you in earnest.Â
He drank in every delicious sound, savoring every time you called his name. A primal need clawed at his chest, wanting his name to be the only word you remembered. âOh baby, you feel so- fuck!- you feel so good.âÂ
Sebastian whimpered as you came again, hips grinding up into you, prolonging your orgasm. He rolled the two of you over, laying you on your side, mirroring your position from the Hospital Wing.Â
Sebastian peppered kisses all over your face, hips still pumping in and out of you. You whined at him, complaining about the sensitivity. âMy love, itâs-itâs too much. I can-canât go anymore.âÂ
Sebastian trailed frantic kisses down your neck, moving to speak directly in your ear. âI know, sweetheart. Youâre doing so good. Give me one more. Please? Just one more.âÂ
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, and he relished the burn of your nails on his back. He gripped one leg, pulling it over his hip, giving him more room to fuck his cock into you. âCome on, baby. One more. Yes!- Thatâs it! Oh my-youâre squeezing me so good, sweetheart.âÂ
Sebastian rutted into you harder, your walls tightening around him so nicely. He could feel your orgasm approaching, you just needed a push. âPlease, my love. I wanna cum so bad, but you-oh!- you have to first. Come on. Come on! Yes, yes, yes!âÂ
Sebastian felt your walls constrict and flutter around him, catapulting him into his own orgasm. He cried your name and bit down hard on your shoulder, causing you to keen in his ear, squeezing him harder. His hips twitched, milking as many spasms from you as possible, whispering praises into your neck. âYes, baby. So good. Youâre so good. I love you so much.âÂ
Finally his hips stopped, but he didnât pull out, choosing to just rest there for a moment, purring as he kissed your skin possessively. âMy love. Mine. All mine.âÂ
You could do nothing but lay pliant against him, brain fogged over in post coital bliss, eye fluttering shut in exhaustion.
Sebastian lay there with you for a long time, caressing your bare skin, quietly proclaiming how much he loved you. Eventually you cracked an eye open, pouting about how sore you were. Heâd smiled, running his nose along the side of your neck before placing a kiss behind your ear.Â
Scooping you up once more, he carried you into the attached bathroom, the claw foot tub already filled with warm water, the steam rolling off the surface invitingly. He stepped in carefully, hissing as the hot water enveloped you both when he sat down. You were laid on his chest, settled between his legs, head tucked into the crook of his neck. He dipped his hands under the surface, letting the water heat them before placing the palms on your back, fingers kneading the skin soothingly.Â
Humming in pleasure, he feels you sink into him, one hand resting on his chest as the other circled his waist, holding him lightly. Youâre quiet for a moment, deep in thought before whispering to him hesitantly.Â
âYou know that I love you, right?âÂ
Sebastian looks down at you, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. âOf course, baby.âÂ
Lifting your head, your anxious eyes meet his confused ones. âI- But do you feel loved?âÂ
Sebastian sits up a little more, confusion turning to concern. âSweetheart, wha-â
âItâs just-âŚI keep thinking about what you said the other day, and⌠I just canât help wondering if you donât feel loved in this relationship. Because you are. Sebastian, I love you so much-â Tears pooled in your eyes, and Sebastianâs heart broke a little bit at the sight.Â
âSweetheart, I-âŚIâm sorry for yelling at you like that. It had nothing to do with you. I was battling a lot of my own insecurities and I blamed you, which wasnât fair.â Sebastian grabbed the hand on his chest gently, tenderly placing a kiss on your wrist, then one on every finger tip, and the last one on your palm. âI know you love me, ok? You remind me every day, and Iâm sorry I made you feel otherwise.âÂ
Sebastian placed your hand back on his chest, holding it there affectionately as the other traced idle circles on your shoulder blade. He let you process his words for a moment, prompting a response from you with a quiet âOk?â. Nodding, you tucked your face in the crook of his neck, relaxing once more.Â
Placing a few loving kisses on your temple, Sebastian sighed in contentment, squeezing your wrist teasingly. âReady for round two?âÂ
He laughed at your bewildered expression, hugging you tighter against him.
âRound two?! You mean that was only round one?!âÂ
Laughing some more, he brought a hand up to caress your cheek, moving a stand of hair out of your eyes. âYou didnât really think Iâd be satisfied with just that, did you? Come on now, Iâve been so good. Donât you think you should let me have my fill?âÂ
Flopping down on top of him again, you let out a resigned sigh. âYou beast.âÂ
Sebastian cradled you in both arms, a happy smile painting his lips, letting you relax a bit longer. âNot my fault. You did this to me, now you have to live with the consequences.âÂ
âIâm ruined. No one else will do.âÂ
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