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Ominis Gaunt 🐍

the emotionally traumatic arranged marriage au

champagne problems - 🩷🍷❤️‍🩹✨️

crestfallen on the landing - ❤️‍🩹🩷

blaze in the dark (probably should read above first) - 🍿🩷

call it what you want to - 🩷🍷

letter left on your doorstep - 🩷

you kiss my face and we're both drunk - 🩷✨️

here's the truth - 🍿🩷

you and i'll be safe - ❤️‍🩹🩷

i'll be the one waiting - ❤️‍🩹🩷✨️

he's so in love - 🩷✨️

we could get married - 🩷❤️‍🩹🍿

Sebastian Sallow 📜

the dark!seb cinematic universe

it turned into something bigger - 🍿🚩(🩷?)✨️

your hand was the one i reached for - 🩷

maybe it was ego swinging - 🚩🍿

i won't stop, baby - 🍿🚩✨️

fiercest fight of my life - ❤️‍🩹🩷🚩

your secret has it's consequences - ❤️‍🩹🩷

take me to the lakes - 🍿✨️

i want you right here (lakes pt 2) - 🍿✨️

the buff!seb cinematic universe

made your mark on me - 🍿❤️‍🩹🩷✨️

indentation in the shape of you - 🍿🩷

Amit Thakkar 🌠

you are in love - 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

coffee at midnight - 🍿🩷✨️

all of me changed - 🩷

wildest dreams - 🍿

Imelda Reyes 🧹

it's nice to have a friend - 🩷🩷🩷✨️

Poppy Sweeting🐈‍⬛

Headcanons ✨️

my ocs

modern underwear

first dates

when u feel sad

asking u out on valentines

Modern AU Texts 📱

sexting with seb

ominis

he's so sweet with it and you know it

bringing you down in the undercroft and it's all candlelit. mans got your favourite flowers, he's got a honeydukes haul for you, the works.

then at the end he asks you out in way that is essentially just romantic prose delivered verbally.

seb

nightmare man. no romance. no common sense.

turns around from beating the shit outta some poacher and is like 'oh, ominis said it's valentine's day, you up for it'

and you're up for it because this nightmare man somehow has rizz, so you spend valentine's kissing in between duels and then collapsing in the three broomsticks while sirona tutts and cleans you up

garreth

decides to try and use amortentia

not to drug you tho

he's doing the cliche trope we all love of trying to find out who you smell in the potion, and therefore who you like

ends up in detention bc sharpe thinks he's tryng to magically get a date

tells headmistress weasley the truth bc she's losing her shit on him for trying to drug a student

gets detention and misses all of valentines day, but confesses to you the next day very shamefacedly.

amit

angel boy. sweetheart.

tells you under the stars. has to say it like five times in increasing volume bc he's too shy to say it loudly the first time

definitely also gets you your favourite flowers but has to hide behind them while he's passing them to you bc he's so flustered

poppy

you have to tell poppy, she's got no clue what's happening

you set up a whole date and she's just there saying you're such a good friend :)

someone asks if it's a date and she's like no way, we're just hanging out!!!

you have to fully plant one on her and then she finally clicks on

but takes you animal rescuing to make up for it

imelda

you may think she would be inviting you to a broom race or five... and she does. but only the morning

then in the afternoon, she has the race finish somewhere really lovely

end of the romance there tho, you land and she's like 'cool, dating now?'

natty

more romance. very sweet

kicks you out of the room of requirement and tells you to come back later

you come back and the room looks like your favourite place, with your favourite food. natty's got you presents related to any and all interests you've mentioned ever in her presence (plus a few more, she asked around your house)

The maids had been tying you into your wedding dress, pulling the corset strings tight to give you the visual of having the perfect hourglass figure. And then, without even a knock, despite the fact you were half dressed, your new mother-in-law to be came gliding in. Her aura was what you'd come to expect from the Gaunts. Cold, intimidating, and aloof. So when you saw her, your already shot nerves went into overdrive.

Why was she here? You can't have done something wrong already, you're not even married yet!

Lady Gaunt shooed the maids away, her slender hands taking hold of the strings of your dress. You had to admit, she pulled them much more delicately than the maids had. Your spine appreciated it.

"So. You're the little thing that will be marrying my Ominis, hm?"

Her Ominis? Merlin, you hoped she wasn't one of those overly attached mothers. That'd be just the cherry on the cake. An arranged marriage and a monster-in-law.

"Well, you're pretty enough. I've seen your grades from your NEWTS, so you're smart enough. Though, in truth, if you were neither of those things, you wouldn't even have made it to the altar."

That sent a shiver up your spine. You'd heard of the Gaunt reputation, of course. A reputation of cruelty. It was easy to imagine what might become of you, should they deem you worthless.

Lady Gaunt continued, paying no mind to your discomfort.

"I see only one reason why this marriage may not be as fruitful and successful as it should be. And that is my son."

What? Oh no, what's wrong with him?

That put you even more on edge. You were about to marry this man, after all. You didn't want to be told that he wouldn't be a good husband.

"Unfortunately, my Ominis has some outlandish ideas about blood purity. He cares little for the importance of continuing the bloodline of Salazar himself. And he cares even less for making sure that the mother of his children has the kind of lineage needed to keep our family pure. So as you imagine, he is quite against this marriage. He'll be hard to win round. But you must do so. Understand?"

Oh.

It was incredible, the way this woman was telling you the best possible thing you could hear about your husband, yet she was saying it as if it was a terrible skeleton in her family's closet. In fact, this was about the only thing anyone had said so far that made you not dread this wedding.

You knew what you were expected to say next. And it wasn't even a lie. You just weren't saying it for the reason she thought you were.

"Of course, my lady. I will endeavour to make sure mine and your son's marriage is a satisfactory one."

She smiled, and you knew you'd said the right thing.

-

Less than half an hour later, you were gliding down the aisle towards your fiancé, soon to be husband. And he wasn't even facing you.

To be fair, you knew he was blind. You obviously weren't expecting him to be watching you come down the aisle. But you certainly hadn't expected him to completely have his back turned to you either, not even acknowledging your existence.

His best man, however, was looking at you. There was no trace of happiness for his friend on his freckled face. Just mere curiosity. It made you feel odd. Like an animal in a zoo. Though it did please you when he leaned into Ominis' ear and whispered loudly that you were quite pretty.

Finally, the long walk was over, and you were at the altar with Ominis. And now that you could see his face, you could see that he was utterly displeased with this entire situation. It irritated you a little, despite being forewarned by his mother. You weren't thrilled about this either, but at least you weren't sulking and pouting about it publicly, in front of all your family and friends.

The two of you stumbled through your vows, and when Ominis said 'I do', it sounded more like he was signing himself up for some sort of suicide mission.

Okay. So maybe, just maybe, you overestimated how easy it would be to bring your new husband around.

-

The reception was equally as awkward. Your groom's best man took it upon himself to tell tales of how much Ominis had been dreading this. Your maid of honour, your darling cousin, could say nothing about what a love story you'd had, so instead, she uncomfortably listed off every accomplishment you'd ever achieved, until you were blushing and hiding your face behind your veil in embarrassment.

The first dance was you and Ominis alone, waltzing to some classical song. Ominis held you as far away as was physically possible while still being able to say he was dancing with you. You'd thrown your bouquet a little too far, and had hit your new father-in-law in the face. Though you considered that a slight win, as the choked noise he made was the only thing that had made Ominis smile that day.

And then it got to the end of the night, and you and Ominis were shoved off into a carriage to your honeymoon. The men were shouting raunchy things and advice to your new husband, while the women called out for you to enjoy your honeymoon.

Finally, you and Ominis were alone. It was time to try and get to know your husband.

"Well. Thank Merlin that's over, hm?" You spoke, hoping that a shared hatred of your wedding day would maybe encourage bonding.

It did not. Ominis merely made a 'hmph' noise, and closed his eyes. His breathing steadied out a few minutes later, and you didn't know the man enough to know if he was genuinely asleep or if he was pretending so he didn't have to speak to you. Whichever it was, he didn't open his eyes again until the carriage driver called back that you had arrived in St. Ives.

Ominis had swept out of the carriage, his wand ahead of him in that way you'd have to become accustomed to, and went right up the stairs. Meanwhile, you were tripping over your wedding dress trying to get out, until a kind maid stepped forward to put you out of your misery, untangling you and helping you out.

By the time you'd followed into your family's seaside home, the footmen informed you Ominis had decided to go for a walk around the town. Without you.

And so, the first night of your marriage was spent with you taking off your own wedding dress, and crawling into your marital bed alone.

-

The rest of your honeymoon went in quite the same fashion. You would attempt to hunt down Ominis. He would be several steps ahead of you, leaving the house at the crack of dawn, returning long after you'd gone to sleep. It seemed your new husband was something of a phantom, slipping in and out of your shared holiday home at will, paying no mind to how his new wife felt about the matter.

Though to be fair, you were used to people disregarding your feelings. That was how you'd ended up in this marriage, after all.

-

You didn't have your first proper interaction with your husband until you'd returned back to London.

Both of your parents had decided that your wedding was an excellent opportunity to host a celebration of the event (wasn't that what the wedding was for?), and as the guests of honour, you and Ominis were to be on each other's arms all night.

So you'd put on your nicest dress, a nice black, velvet, floor length number that suited your body type wonderfully. You'd strung some Gaunt family heirloom around your neck, a large locket with an 'S' embedded into it. And last of all, you'd let the maids mess with your hair and make up until you looked stunning. You would most certainly be catching eyes.

When it came time for the event to start, you and Ominis met at the top of the grand staircase.

Ominis, loathe as you were to admit it after such negligence on your honeymoon, looked wonderful. His suit was the same black velvet material as your dress, with a green bowtie. His father had given him his heirloom for the night, an intricate gold band with a black stone atop it. He looked almost... princely.

You hated it.

You should be thrilled to be married to this handsome, elegant man. And instead, every time you looked at him, you just felt sad. Sad that he didn't even bother to notice you. To try and get to know you. To even tolerate existing in the same space as you, unless he was absolutely forced to.

The man in question distracted you from your self-pity with a slight nudge. The music to queue you two in had begun. You slid your arm around his reluctantly, putting a fake smile on your lips as the two of you began to descend the staircase slowly, you waving elegantly at faces you recognised.

Eventually, you reached where your and Ominis' parents stood at the bottom of the staircase, slipping into place beside them.

Both of your fathers began the usual grandstanding speeches. Blah blah blah, two great families have been united, blah blah blah, soon you'll pop out a child.

It took everything in you not to roll your eyes at every word.

Once they were done, you were set free from your captivity at the front of the room. And you, of course, made a beeline to your beloved cousin, by the refreshment table.

Your favourite part of any event was standing with her, absolutely slandering anyone and everyone. The two of you were worse than a scandal sheet. Now that you were reunited, the bitching could begin.

"I'm not sure if Lady Black's hair is supposed to look like that, or if a bird nested in it on her way here. If so, I feel sorry for the poor bird." You casually said to your cousin, and then promptly heard someone choking on their drink behind you.

You turned to see your dear husband, red faced and coughing, and you went just as red. You rushed to hit him on the back.

"I'm so sorry, that was extremely unladylike of me! I hope you don't think less of me, it's merely an old joke between my cousin and I!"

Brilliant. Now you've done it. The one time your husband had heard you speak in a casual manner, and it was a bitter takedown of a woman he was likely distantly related to. At this rate, you'd be divorced by the end of the month.

Eventually, Ominis started coughing. And then he started laughing. And laughing. And laughing some more. He was actually starting to catch attention at this point, which made you glance around anxiously. Heaven forbid someone come over and ask what he was in hysterics over. Lady Black would probably use the Killing Curse on you on the spot.

Once he'd settled, he smiled at you. Actually smiled! You were glad to learn that Ominis looked even more handsome when he smiled. Then, he settled in between you and your cousin, beginning to offer his own critiques on your guests. And Merlin, he was ruthless.

"Lord Greengrass over there, I don't know if you ladies have ever had a conversation with him? Well, if you had, you'd know there are broomsticks more intelligent than him. And more eloquent, now that I think about it too." He said casually, a smirk on his face.

You promptly snorted in a very unflattering manner, and his smirk became a grin.

"That was a lovely noise." He chuckled, laughing louder when you swatted his arm with the back of your hand.

The three of you traded banter for the next few minutes, until your cousin excused herself with a wink at you. That left just you and Ominis, shoulders pressed against each other as you whispered jokes to one another.

All seemed to be going well, until your mother announced that the newlyweds would be engaging in a dance together, and you felt Ominis stiffen beside you.

As strange as it was to say, you wondered if the banter had taken him away from the situation the two of you were in. And it seemed the reminder, courtesy of this awful event, had brought him back to reality, taking his good mood with him.

You took his hand cautiously, hoping he wouldn't react badly. When he didn't snatch his hand back, you let out a sigh of relief, leading him to the centre of the ballroom. His hands went to your waist and your shoulder, and you quickly took up your position as well. Much like your wedding day, he was holding you at arms length, and you quickly searched for a way to make him more at ease.

"Do you think we can find a way to get your father to make that weird noise again? The one he did at the wedding, when I hit him with my flowers?"

It worked, thankfully. Ominis' face lit up with a sly grin, pulling you closer to speak lowly by your ear.

"If I get one of the centrepieces in your hands, do you think you could pull off that shot again?"

You smirked back.

"I can certainly try."

-

After the night of the ball, you and Ominis slipped into a friendly state of cohabitation.

What with you both being in your early twenties, and you know, married, you'd agreed finally that a civil relationship was likely the best option for a life that would be at least somewhat bearable.

Admittedly, you were much happier.

It was nice to be in a house where you weren't just wandering around alone any more. Though the house was awfully quiet when Ominis went to work. And when you mentioned potentially getting a job to your mother and mother-in-law, they both laughed in your face, telling you that's not how things were done.

So you had a lot of free time in those hours when Ominis was out. And with free time, came stupid ideas.

Such as the idea that you wanted a baby.

Which, you knew, was not something you should do just to have a hobby. But you'd always loved children, always volunteering to take care of the little ones in your family. You'd always imagined yourself with a big family of your own, several children following you around, that you could raise into actual people.

And you knew, between you and Ominis, you could raise good people. The both of you had discussed your distaste for the ideals of blood purity, for the childhoods you'd both been brought up with, and the decisions that had been forced upon you. The both of you wouldn't make the same mistakes as your parents. Your children would be happy and adored.

There was a selfish side to it as well though, in truth.

Ominis was handsome. Very handsome. You couldn't help but wonder what it would be like, should he start... exercising his husbandly privileges with you. You think he'd be good at it. He had such long fingers, and he moved so gracefully, and sometimes, he would dart his tongue out to lick at his lips. It made you squirm in your chair, to think of him using such talents for your pleasure.

After some careful consideration, you decided to broach the topic with him.

-

It took you about a month to work up the courage. It was a month of you two getting closer, at least. So hopefully, he'd be more likely to say yes. Emphasis on the hopefully.

You cornered him in the library, one rainy night. He was in the big armchair by the fireplace, his fingers drifting across one of his Braille books. You really did want to learn that, you thought to yourself. But that was a thought for later. You were putting off the real matter at hand.

Taking a seat cross-legged in front of the roaring fire, you softly called Ominis' name. He knew you were there, of course. His other senses were uncanny to make up for the loss of vision.

He glanced up from his book, his fingers slowing to a stop as he raised an eyebrow. You didn't often seek him out so late.

"Yes, my dear wife?"

You really needed to find a way to stop blushing every time he called you his wife.

Taking a second to compose yourself, you began your pre-planned speech which she hoped would convince Ominis to see things your way.

“I’m aware we haven’t been married long, and that we’re still getting to know each other. But I wanted to speak to you about something that I want very much. Of course, you’re free to say no and I won’t hold it against you, but if I don’t at least ask, I’ll never even get a chance at a yes, will I?”

You stopped for a moment after your babbling was done, then finally spit it out.

“I would like to try for a baby.”

Ominis’ eyes widened and his jaw fell open.

“Pardon? Did I hear that right? You want to try for a child?”

Letting out a noise of affirmation, you continued with the argument you’d spent the last month crafting. You’d be damned if you didn’t at least get heard out before he turned you down.

“One of the main things you said you were concerned about was that your children would be brought up the same way you were. But we’ve spoken about this. We don’t hold the same stupid views our parents do. We’re not cruel people. Our children would be loved, and safe, and they would know the importance of treating others with respect regardless of their blood status. We’ll teach our children that their family name will never be more important than their own happiness, or other people. We’ll be better than our parents were to us, because we know firsthand the pain the traditional pureblood method of parenting brings.”

Ominis’ face was unreadable, but he hadn’t interrupted to completely shut you down, so you powered ahead.

“Also, I have to admit… this is something that’s very important to me. I’ve always wanted children. Even when I was a pre-teen, I’d jump at the chance to babysit, because I just liked doing it. And at the moment, I feel quite… lost. I discussed getting a job with our mothers and got told quite clearly that it wasn’t an option. I feel as though having a child would give me a purpose. Not that I mean I want a child to cure my boredom. I merely mean that nothing would make me happier than to have a child, our child, who I could love and care for and help shape into a good person. It would bring me a great deal of fulfilment.”

Well, that was everything you had to say on the matter. All you could do now was wait for Ominis to process all this and let you into whatever was going on in that clever mind of his.

He was silent for a few minutes, before he spoke finally.

“I agree with what you said about raising them. We will be better parents than our parents were. And I understand how you feel about having children. I can see that’s something that’s very important to you, and I’d never dismiss that. But there is one more concern I wish to discuss before I’d feel comfortable making a decision on this matter.”

You looked up at him from your spot on the floor, wondering what else could be worrying him.

“My blindness. It is possible that it could be passed down to our children, should we have them. Would you be prepared to take the chance our child would have my condition? Would you be prepared to make the adjustments needed should that come to pass?”

That hadn’t even been a consideration for you, though you supposed you were in the position that you’d never had to consider before that your child may have a condition that would impact every aspect of their life. Despite not having thought of it before, your answer came easily to you.

“Absolutely. I don’t intend to be the kind of parent that makes their love conditional. If our child did inherit your condition, I would do anything needed to make sure they had anything they needed. I admit, I may not always know or consider immediately the kind of adjustments that may need to be made, but I’m more than willing to learn. And if you’d be willing to help with that, I would be honoured to do so. That’s the case even if we don’t have a blind child. I want your life with me to be as easy and comfortable as possible too. If there’s anything I can do to help make our home and our lifestyle better for you, please tell me.”

Ominis’ face relaxed at that. You were cautiously optimistic about that, but not ready to get your hopes up quite yet.

“This is quite a big decision. A life-changing decision, in fact. I need some time to think about this, make sense of how I feel about it.”

You agreed readily. It took you a month to even be able to ask him, and you were the one who definitely wanted the child. It was understandable that Ominis, who’d essentially just had this dropped on him, would need a while to think about it.

You could wait.

-

You’d been waiting a while now.

Your first wedding anniversary had come and gone, and still, not a word from Ominis about that question you’d asked him so many months ago. At this point, you’d just accepted that he probably had decided he wasn’t ready, and didn’t want to disappoint you by telling you. So you’d thrown yourself into hobbies, since your families were still firm on you not being at work.

You read a lot. Tried to learn instruments and languages. Picked up (and admittedly, abandoned) many different kinds of creative hobbies.

Some of those, you’d kept up, finding a passion for them. The others, you’d realised were not for you, and were more than willing to leave them be. It was nice, you thought, to have so much time to pursue anything and everything you might be interested in. But despite having things to absorb yourself in, it hadn’t lessened the craving in you to be a parent.

In fact, the months you’d spent with your husband had worsened that urge. The more you came to know him, the more you became certain that this was the man you wanted to be the father of your children. Ominis was kind, patient, and devoted to those he cared for. He remembered the things you liked and gave you gifts related to them. He taught you to read Braille like you wanted, and would ask you to teach him things he saw you do he found interesting.

In summary; you’d started to develop a little bit of a crush on your husband. But you were fairly certain he only saw you as a friend at best, as the woman he was stuck with at worst.

What a strange, strange dilemma you were in. Most people would be thrilled to like their spouse. And here you were, stressing over it like it was the worst thing that could ever happen to you.

-

After sixteen months of marriage, Ominis finally concluded the conversation you’d left on hold so many months ago now.

The two of you were sitting at the dinner table after eating, you working on your knitting, him fumbling with a kalimba you’d abandoned months ago, when he said it.

“You know, after a lot of consideration, I think I’m ready for a child.”

You let out a squeak of pain as you promptly stabbed yourself with your knitting needle in shock.

Once Ominis had fussed over your finger like the mother hen he tended to be, you returned to the topic at hand.

“You really mean that? You actually do want to have children? Now?”

He nodded patiently, a small smile on his face.

“I know I took a while to answer you, but I wanted to ensure I thought this through fully. But you were right in what you said. We’ll be good parents. I do want children, and a petty part of me wants to raise them in a way my parents hate, because then I’ll know I’ve done it right. And if they were to inherit my blindness, I feel confident that we’d be able to handle it as a team. So, yes. I’m ready if you are.”

Instead of responding verbally, you flung your arms around Ominis’ neck, tugging him closer. On thinking back, you realised this was probably the most contact the two of you had ever had. That would change soon enough, you thought with a blush, if you were to have a child together.

Ominis’ mind seemed to be going the same place, based on the light flush spreading across his pale cheeks.

“You are aware though, that if we are to have a child, we will have to be… intimate. More than once, likely. Is that something you’re comfortable with?”

You let out a quiet yes, feeling a sudden rush of shyness, and he smiled back, seemingly just as nervous.

“Would you maybe… like to start trying now? Or is that too sudden?”

Your enthusiastic agreement burst out before you could control it, and the familiar feeling of embarrassment came right after. Luckily for you, Ominis was too focused on managing his own blush to notice.

After a moment’s hesitation, he intertwined his fingers with yours, leading you up to the master bedroom. Seeing him in this room was a strange sight, even though it was always intended to be shared with him. Since your wedding, you’d resided in this room alone, while Ominis had taken up the guest bedroom closest to the office and the library.

Then, for the first time in your marriage, he leaned forward and kissed you.

It was a gentle kiss, his soft lips moving against yours slowly and hesitantly.

The two of you had never kissed at your wedding, but while this was your first kiss with Ominis, it wasn’t your first kiss ever. You thought it might have been the sweetest though, but you may have been biased based on how much you were starting to care for this man.

Those elegant hands of his came to rest on your waist, pulling you closer until your chest was flush with his. Your hands came up to hold onto his shoulders, and the entire moment was just… nice, as simple as that was to say. It was just a very nice, soft moment.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, just kissing, but the feeling of him against you started to make you feel warm, like you needed something. And while you may have been inexperienced in this situation, you were fairly sure what you needed.

Pulling away from Ominis, the only thing that left your lips was a whispered ‘please’.

He didn’t need you to elaborate.

His hands still holding your waist, he walked you backwards slowly until your legs hit the bed, making you sit instinctively. You kept moving back until you were near the head of the bed, watching as he began to crawl onto the bed after you, his pace painful. Eventually, your head was pressed against the pillows with Ominis supporting his weight above you.

Eyes not leaving yours, he began to unlace your house dress. Once you were free of the ties and fastenings, he slipped it off you and you pushed the fabric off the bed to the floor. He let out a pleased hum as he started to trace your body, finding it bare beneath the dress. As he began to map your skin, you worked at his shirt, slipping it off his pale shoulders. You shouldn’t have been surprised to see the constellations of beauty marks on his torso, but it made your mouth go dry with desire regardless.

Ominis pulled back to remove his trousers and underclothes, letting them fall around his ankles and stepping out of them. Within a moment, he was back above you, but this time, he clearly intended to leave no space between the two of you.

Using one arm to balance himself against the mattress, his other came around your back to lift you slightly so you were pressed against him. The feeling of your breasts pressing against his warm chest made you shiver, letting out a soft sigh of pleasure.

The two of you hadn’t even properly started, yet you couldn’t help but wonder why you both hadn’t been doing this for the entirety of your marriage.

Ominis’ head dipped to kiss you again, his tongue nervously darted out to trace your lips until you opened them, allowing him to deepen the kiss. Once your tongues touched, it spurred you both on, and Ominis reached down to take himself in hand. Somehow, you hadn’t looked down through all this, and the movement drew your attention. The view made your eyes widen in surprise.

You’d never seen one before. You didn’t think they were supposed to be pretty. But Merlin. Ominis’ was pretty. It was long, and slender, which made sense because that’s how Ominis was, every inch of him. And the head of it seemed to be blushing, a soft pink colour not dissimilar from the one on his cheeks right now. The very tip was beaded with a pearly white dot of fluid, and you couldn’t help but tilt your head in fascination as you watched the bead begin to trickle down the length of him in a way that made your tongue itch to trace after it.

Your visual exploration was cut short by your husband clearing his throat softly. Clearly, he’d noticed your admiration, but was ready to move to the next part. You couldn’t agree more.

Leaning forward to kiss him again, Ominis reached down again to grip his length, pumping it to spread the fluid at the top so it coated him fully. Ominis appeared to be surprisingly adept at all this. You knew he’d never done this either. Perhaps he’d asked his loud friend for advice.

That train of thought got stopped in its tracks when you felt Ominis guide himself closer, his tip nudging against your entrance. He let out a shuddering breath as he felt the wetness there, his forehead coming down to press against yours.

“Can I? Please?”

You nodded, knowing he’d feel the movement of your head against his, and your toes curled a little as he began to push that deliciously long length into you. Once his hips were flush with yours, the coarse blonde hair at the base of him almost tickling you, both of you stopped completely.

All that could be heard in the room was the heavy breathing coming from both of you, pressed against each other in every place you could be.

And then Ominis’ hips pulled back until he was barely inside you any more, pushing back forward. The sensation of him moving so slowly was the ultimate tease, and you brought your lips to his again, hoping that it would encourage him the way it did earlier. And it did. His hips snapped against yours almost instinctively, and you let out a moan before he could apologise. Your noises opened the floodgates, and soon, his pace was steady and relentless.

All you could do was bury your head into his neck as he thrusted, letting out muffled cries into his heated skin.

You felt so close to something. You didn’t know what, but it felt good. You just needed a little more.

Then those lovely long fingers were rubbing circles just above where you were joined, and you were chanting his name as you went over the edge. You’d never felt anything like it. Why were people not doing this constantly? Was this why married couples had a honeymoon? So they could have some time to do this as much as possible, to get it out of their systems before they were expected to behave like normal, functioning members of society? Whatever the answer to those questions were, you didn’t care because all that mattered was Ominis and the amazing feeling he was giving you right now.

The way you were clenching around him as you rode out your high soon had Ominis following you in your release, and the sensation of him filling you up had your eyes rolling back into your head. He took a moment to catch his breath, before pulling out, leaving you with the sense that you were empty. Then he pressed an affectionate kiss to your forehead, before rolling to the side and collapsing onto his back beside you.

-

Now that the two of you had started, it was impossible for you both to stop.

Ominis had a good day at work? Sex to celebrate. Ominis had a bad day at work? Sex to cheer him up. You’d finished a project you were working on? Sex to celebrate. You felt understimulated? Sex to cure your boredom. The two of you were insatiable.

It wasn’t a shock that you were with child by winter, but it made you both incredibly happy nonetheless.

-

Ominis absolutely doted on you during your pregnancy.

He’d been in your bedroom more often since you’d begun being intimate, but once the baby was on the way, he asked to move in there officially for the duration of your pregnancy. It took a while to get used to having another person in your bed with you for a whole night, but it didn’t take long for the two of you to figure out a routine. Ominis was a light sleeper, and you were increasingly restless, so you worked out a system where he would hold you close and soothe you to sleep, and his embrace stopped you from moving and waking him up. Inevitably, his hand would always come to trace circles on your growing stomach.

He was at your beck and call for anything you needed. If you had a craving, he was pulling his shoes and coat on to go and fetch it for you, no matter the time. On the rare occasions he had to stay away for a while for work, he would send owls constantly. If you mentioned wanting anything in your letters, you’d soon find a grumpy Sebastian at your door, with said item in his hands.

On a night, he would slide down the bed until he was level with your swollen belly and read stories to your child. Often, he would read the Tales of Beedle the Bard. His favourite was the ‘Fountain of Fair Fortune’, though you were fond of the ‘Deathly Hallows’. Ominis said it was too dark for a little one, but he’d read it to you without fail regardless. Once he’d finished his nightly book, he’d stay down there a while, whispering to the baby in a low tone you couldn’t hear. You were more than happy to let him have his one on one daddy-bump time. You got the baby all the time at the moment anyway.

And when it eventually came time for the birth, he refused to leave your side despite the protests of his father and the doctors. He was determined to be there. The most comforting part was that you knew he wasn’t just there for the baby, he was there to support you. Your labour was long and intense, lasting over a day. He left your side as little as possible, only to attend to basic needs or to fetch something for you.

At the end of it all, your little boy was placed into his arms. Tears trailed down his cheeks silently as his fingertips trailed over your son’s delicate features so softly it made you cry even more. The pair of you spent the rest of the night in your shared bedroom, laid on the bed together with your new tiny baby between you both. You told him all about how much your son looked like him, and he started a playful debate about who’s nose he had. You swore it was Ominis’, while Ominis was convinced it felt the exact same as yours did. You called it a truce when your laughter got a little too loud, and the baby let out a little cry, sending you both into panicked new parent mode.

The pair of you agreed to call him Luc, based on the Latin word for 'light', because you were both in total agreement that he was the light of your lives.

Neither of you mentioned the fact that technically, he was supposed to move back in the guest bedroom now the baby was here. He stayed by your side every night the same as he did before.

And after all he’d done for you over the past nine months, you couldn’t deny it to yourself anymore. You were in love with your husband. But you didn’t know if he loved you back, or if he could, considering how against you he’d been at the start. You weren’t willing to admit it and risk your new bliss, so you’d have to live with never knowing.

-

Being a mother was hard.

You were fortunate in that you could afford maids and cooks to take the workload of the housework off you.

But your little one was extremely colicky, and he would cry for hours, and nothing would stop him. You would spend your days closed up in the nursery, trying desperately to soothe him, and he just would not stop wailing.

Often, as soon as Ominis left the house and you went to your son, you would cry alongside him. You were so tired, and achy, and your postpartum hormones were raging wild within you. You loved Luc more than life itself, but you were just so sad. You knew you should speak to Ominis about it, but a little voice in the back of your head was insistent that he’d be so disappointed in you.

You were the one who’d wanted this baby. You said you could handle caring for him during the day while Ominis was at work. You shunned the idea of nannies because you were so certain you could do this alone. You’d made your bed, and as far as you were concerned, you were merely going to have to suck it up and lie in it.

-

Today had been bad.

Your little love had been screaming, quite literally, for the past three hours straight. You'd had him in your arms the whole time, walking back and forth in nursery as you hummed mindlessly through your tears.

You were so tired.

Every time Luc cried on a night, you were up at his side to tend to him before the noise could wake Ominis. It felt unfair that he would have to work and pick up your slack as a mother. When he'd laughed about how you'd both lucked out by having an infant that slept through the night so well, you'd smiled back faintly, hoping he didn't notice you didn't respond.

In your weepy, sleep-deprived state, you failed to pay attention to the time. Or the front door opening and Ominis calling out to you.

So it made you let out a yelp of surprise when you heard him say your name from the doorway in a concerned tone.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

Being asked that made you cry harder for some reason. You slid down to the floor, Luc in your arms, crying just as hard. Like mother, like son, you supposed.

Ominis was by your side in an instant, taking the baby and pressing him to his chest. He slid his free arm around you, pulling you closer until your head was resting on his shoulder. His long fingers stroked through your hair soothingly until your sobs abated to little sniffles before he finally spoke again.

"What's going on, dearest? I've never seen you get upset like this, not even after two years of marriage."

And just like that, you told him everything. How sad you felt, how hard it was to handle Luc, how you felt ashamed to ask for help because you should be able to do it alone. He listened to it all patiently, his hand on your hair never faltering.

"Darling, we're in this together. We agreed that we'd work together to raise Luc, not that you'd do this all by yourself while I worked. And you taking care of him during the day is just as hard work as what I do during the day. It's not fair on yourself to expect yourself to be the perfect mother. You've never done this before, and even if you had, you're only human."

You nodded into his shoulder as he spoke. Hearing his voice saying these things downed out the little self-doubting one in the back of your head that said you were a failure.

He kept going, promising he would start working from home some days, that he'd help you find a nanny so you could have some breaks, making you swear to let him get Luc on a night when he could so you could catch up on the sleep so desperately needed. He also made you promise to see a healer about how you were feeling, to see if anything could be done.

By the time Ominis had finished speaking, Luc had fallen quiet. The combination of the rare silence and getting things off your chest had you the most optimistic you'd been in weeks.

Taking advantage of the sleeping baby, Ominis ran you a bath. Once you were happily settled in the hot bubbly water, his hands ran through your hair once more, cleaning it and massaging your scalp in a way that made you melt.

As soon as you were all clean, he wrapped you in your comfiest nightclothes, scooping you up to put you in your still-shared bed. He pulled the covers up over you, and as he did, he dipped his head to give you a soft kiss.

"I love you. I don't think I've told you that before, but I really, truly do. As loath as I am to admit it, the best thing my parents have ever done for me is arrange this marriage, because now I have you."

ominis:

he'd be an absolute sweetie, i just know it. he'd pull you into the undercroft, put ur head in his lap, stroke your hair, and just let you rant. he'd totally talk u into a self care day too, except it's not self care bc he's taking care of you.

like he'd convince u to stay in his dorm, curl up around you. he'd read you one of his books until you fall asleep, and he'd let u sleep as long as u need and bring u breakfast from the great hall when ur up so u can stay in bed 🥺

seb:

distract distract distract! u can't feel bad if you don't have time to think about feeling bad! man would keep you booked and busy. oh, you look sad? did u know that he really, really needs your help with smth in the forbidden forest? he definitely does, so let's go, right now!

he'd keep you as distracted as he could, but when it gets to night and he's running out if reasonable excuses, he'll turn to being soothing instead. make you curl up in his lap, kisses all over the place, maybe he braids ur hair if it's long enough like he used to do for anne. tells you funny stories about what he, anne and ominis used to get up to to make you laugh.

amit:

also a total sweetie. he'd do a really sweet date night. get you all your favourite snacks, and take you up to the astronomy tower. he'd let you cuddle into his side while you eat, and he'd tell you fun facts he specifically learned about your interests to make you happy.

garreth:

mans a weasley. he's got jokes. he'd try to make you laugh as much as possible, by making silly jokes, and pulling harmless but amusing pranks on people passing by. if that didn't work at cheering you up, he might try and make a potion to lift your mood. whether it's successful is debatable, but you'd appreciate the effort.

poppy:

you can't cry if you're surrounded by cute beasts. you look upset? here, hold a niffler. just try and cry when there's a baby hippogriff nestled in your lap and highwing sat down, pressed into your side. and of course, poppy would be pressed into your other side. she knows you love your beasts, and they love you too. she doesn't even need to do anything, just bring you to your furry friends, and they'll give you all the love you need.

imelda:

broom races. it always makes her feel better to be in the air, so maybe it'll work for you. i mean, can you cry if the wind is absolutely whipping you in the face? no, no, you can't. she'll set up a whole new course for you, so you have something new to focus on.

and then, because she knows not everyone's favourite thing is quidditch, she'll let you drag her along to do something you really want to do. just don't choose anything boring.

natty:

ii.

Sebastian was fairly certain Ominis Gaunt was in love with you. He was also fairly certain that Ominis actually had no clue he was in love with you.

Every time Sebastian mentioned it, Ominis would look legitimately shocked and appalled at the accusation. But the way his friend acted, there was no other explanation.

Especially with what his oblivious, oblivious friend was doing right now.

Somehow, Ominis had decided that he needed to feel your face so he could 'know what you looked like'. And you'd agreed to it because Ominis had assured you he did this with all his friends.

But Sebastian certainly had never had his face touched by Ominis, and he was his oldest friend, so he was calling bullshit on that.

He watched in amusement, hiding his smirk behind his drink, as Ominis trailed his fingers over your features. His fingertips caressed your face softly and slowly, and when Ominis' thumb traced over your lips for a full minute, Sebastian was practically biting his cup to stop himself from laughing.

Yeah. He totally wasn't in love with you. Suuuuuure.

iii.

Sebastian watched in open disbelief as Ominis piled present upon present into your arms.

This was ridiculous.

Sebastian had got a single Christmas present from him. And yes, it had been meaningful and he loved it, but it had been one single present.

Meanwhile, you had walked in the door, and at last count, Ominis had put at least twelve presents in your hands. It was getting to the point where you were having to crane your head back to be able to still look at Ominis over the growing pile you were clutching.

And when you opened them?

The presents were basically everything and anything you'd ever even mentioned an interest in in passing. Including some things you noted that you didn't even remember talking about.

Bloody hell.

If Ominis wasn't in love with you (which he was), then Sebastian needed to have a very firm talk with him about his blatant friendship favouritism.

iv.

Finally, Sebastian confronted him about it.

It'd been a long day of seeing Ominis moping around the common room in an absolute sulk. All because you'd gone out for the day without breakfast so he'd not been able to talk to you before you'd headed out on your day trip with Poppy.

Sebastian had watched him lay on the ground by the windows to the lake. He was mercilessly convincing the first years that he could hear the mermaids so of course they should stay by the window for another hour to try and see them, when Sebastian thought he should step in.

He'd shooed off the little eleven year olds, before taking a seat in the big armchair.

"It's not the first years' faults that a certain someone skipped breakfast, you know. It's not fair to bait them with the mermaid thing, you know they'll stay here for hours if you tell them they might see one."

Ominis grumbled.

"I don't have a clue what you're on about. I'm merely having some fun."

Sebastian chuckled a little.

"No, you're not. You're sulking that the love of your life is having a day out without you, so you're winding up the baby Slytherins to take out your grumpiness on someone."

"Not the love of my life! I'm not in love! Surely, I'd know better than you if I was in love, so the fact you keep insisting that I am and I just don't know it is, frankly, insulting." Ominis protested, standing up and wandering off to sulk somewhere else.

Sebastian watched him go, shaking his head.

He's not even in denial. I think he actually doesn't know.

v.

You'd been sat working with Amit in the library when Ominis had done something that made Sebastian nearly choke on the pumpkin pasty he'd been inhaling.

The two boys had been working together. Seb had been helping Ominis with his Potions work, while Ominis helped Seb with his Ancient Runes.

And then you came in, and as tended to happen when you entered the room, Ominis' attention was gone. Especially when he realised you were with another boy. 

Thankfully, they'd gone through the Ancient Runes assignment first, so Sebastian merely rolled his eyes, pulling the Potions essay towards him and writing it on Ominis' behalf. He was clearly too busy glaring in Amit's direction to take on the work himself.

At first, Ominis seemed happy to scowl from a distance. Until he heard you laughing loudly at something the Ravenclaw had said, and the next thing Sebastian knew, Ominis was striding across the room.

"Oh, hi, Ominis. Everything alright?" He heard you say.

"Just tired. Do you mind if I lay down over here? Sebastian's keeping me awake with how loud he is."

Sebastian scoffed in disbelief. He could not believe Ominis was throwing him under the bus in an attempt to further his 'not-love' life.

You'd cooed at Ominis, your protective instincts kicking in as soon as you heard that, ushering him to sit down.

And then, Ominis had what seemed to be a sudden burst of Gryffindor-esque courage and decided to lay down with his head in your lap. And you just laughed it off, beginning to stroke his hair.

Oh, Merlin, Sebastian realised. They've done this before. He's got it bad.

vi.

Sebastian was exhausted.

If it wasn't you complaining that Ominis hadn't asked you to the Yule Ball, it was Ominis complaining that he hadn't asked you to the Yule Ball.

If this was some sort of dramatic romance story, he'd have flung you both into a cupboard by now and locked you in there until you kissed it out.

But it wasn't a dramatic romance story, so he had to use more normal means to wingman his best friends. And if that included mild deception to said best friends, so be it.

He'd slipped Eric Northcott three Galleons to ask you to the ball. He'd promised him an additional two Galleons if he did it when you were next to Ominis.

It went exactly as planned.

Eric had asked you. And before you could answer, Ominis 'not-in-love' Gaunt had stepped forward with a set jaw and told Eric in no uncertain terms that he'd already arranged to be your date.

God, Sebastian was a good friend. If you and Ominis didn't name your first kid after him after all this effort, he was going to riot.

vii.

He couldn't find the two of you.

He'd just finished dancing with his date, and he'd seen her off to her common room. The plan was to meet you and Ominis after the ball by the Grand Staircase for an afterparty of sorts, but you two had been nowhere to be seen.

Unfortunately for Sebastian's Ominis and you shipping heart, you'd danced together once and called it quits, sitting on the sidelines for the rest of the night with your drinks. 

When he'd asked Ominis why, he was informed that the amount of people was making it nearly impossible for the two of you to dance together, as it was confusing Ominis' wand and he kept stepping on your foot.

Sebastian really hoped that it hadn't put a damper on your night, but Ominis looked quite put out. Maybe the two of you had decided to head to bed and not remembered to tell him. He decided to look around a little more for you two, not wanting to ditch you if you'd just been shooed away elsewhere by lingering professors.

The first place he thought to look was, of course, the Undercroft. And, of course, the two of you were there.

There was soft music coming from a gramophone that one of you must have transfigured into existence. And the two of you stood in the middle of the room, swaying side to side, you tucked tightly against Ominis' chest with his arms around you, his head resting atop yours. Both of you had your eyes closed, and both of you looked blissfully happy.

It was adorable. And he was going to bully Ominis for it relentlessly tomorrow.

viii.

The two of you were now holding hands.

And according to Ominis, once again, this was all platonic.

Sebastian thought he might need to find a dictionary and read out the definition of the word 'platonic' to the both of you.

Apparently, Ominis was very, very, very concerned that he'd lose track of you in the busy Hogsmeade crowd, and the only solution was to lock his fingers with yours.

God, Sebastian was tired.

ix.

Sebastian had returned from Crossed Wands. You'd not shown up for once, and he was a little curious what would lead to the 'reigning champion' skipping a match.

Then he walked into his dorm, and stopped short. 

Ominis was asleep on his bed. Nothing new, all that boy ever did was sleep. But you were there.

The both of you were tucked under the covers, sleeping peacefully. The sides of your heads were pressed against one another, and Ominis' arm was reached out, his palm pressed against your stomach as the two of you napped.

Sebastian rolled his eyes, getting into his own bed quietly. Nothing the two of you did surprised him at this point.

x.

Today was the day. 

He was going to confront Ominis, and the two of them were not leaving this room until Ominis came to terms with the fact he was in love with you.

Sebastian had caught Ominis on his way back from seeing you, because that was always when his friend was in the best mood, and promptly dragged him into the Undercroft.

"You're in love."

Ominis scoffed disdainfully.

"I can't keep having this conversation, Sebastian. I'm not in love."

"Right. Let's go down the list of the things I know about, because Merlin knows what you do when I'm not there. You listen for them to enter a room. You get grumpy when you don't see them. You take naps together. You remember everything they've ever told you, ever. You hold hands. You get ridiculously jealous of anyone who talks to them, even Amit, the literal nicest guy in the school."

"And I do all that because we're friends."

"No, you don't! If I suddenly started doing all that for them, what would you think was happening?" Sebastian asked, already tired from this conversation.

Ominis paused, considering before his eyes went wide.

"Oh, Merlin. I am in love with them."

Sebastian literally cheered in celebration.

1.

Now that Ominis was aware he was in love with you, he was like a man on a mission. He'd been looking for you for the last hour, and he was steadily getting more and more agitated the longer it took to find you.

Why is it that whenever I need them, they disappear? He thought in irritation.

Then, he heard it. Your laugh. The one that he'd memorised for 'completely friendly' reasons. God, he couldn't believe he'd actually been so stupid, but that was an issue for another day.

Ominis set off, chasing after the sound of your voice. Finally, he caught your scent, that fragrance that he'd bought you at Christmas, and he reached out, catching hold of your arm.

"Oh, Ominis! There you -"

You didn't get to finish your sentence before he'd woven his hands into your hair, tugging you close so he could kiss you.

And even though you had convinced Ominis, the boy you'd loved since he first threatened to get you expelled, not to turn him in, the bloody Aurors would not leave well enough alone. They'd taken Sebastian's wand, to do a form of priori incantum only able to be cast by law enforcement. It'd take a while to sort through all the spells, because it'd been a week, but they'd find it. They'd find that at one point, on the day Solomon had died, Sebastian had cast avada kedavra.

Then they'd take him to Azkaban. Lock him away forever.

He'd already lost his sister. He'd lost his hope that Anne would ever be cured. He was riddled with grief and guilt over what he'd done. You couldn't let them take his future away.

You just couldn't.

So you secretly said your goodbyes.

You'd taken Sebastian down to Undercroft, duelling back and forth for hours. Showing him all the things you could do with the ancient magic he was so fascinated by. And then, at the end of the night, you'd squeezed him so hard that he joked you were gonna crack his ribs.

You told Poppy that you'd be going home for a while, and asked her to take care of your beasts and your plants and your Deek in your absence. You'd spent a whole day with her in your various vivariums, showing her how to care for them all (as if she didn't know). You'd brought food from the kitchens so you could snack at midday.

And Ominis.

Oh, your Ominis.

Saying goodbye to him was the hardest, because the thought of doing it made you physically sick. You'd had to save him for the night before you executed your plan, because otherwise you just keep going back, keep putting yourself through that emotional torture.

You'd made a whole day of it. You'd taken him to Hogsmeade, taken him to every shop he'd paid an interest in, bought him everything he even acknowledged. And at the end of the night, you'd convinced him to do a sleepover in the boys dorm. It was surprisingly easy, but Seb did always say he'd had a soft spot for you.

And you'd shared a bed. And when you kept wriggling, he'd put his arms around you, apparently in the name of keeping you still so he could sleep. So you laid there, paying attention to every inch of this moment. The feel of his body heat, how your body fit against his, what it was like to bury your head in the crook of his neck.

All of it, until you could close your eyes and be able to picture it so well you could convince yourself he was holding you. You memorised his scent. The sound of his voice when he said your name, the sound of his laugh. The placement of every single beauty spot you'd ever seen on him. His face, every bit of it.

And then, at dawn, you Floo'd yourself to the Ministry.

You'd demanded to see the Head Auror, who you knew full well was Solomon Sallow's former partner. You needed someone who'd be too emotionally connected to question your story.

As soon as you'd been put in front of him (perks of being the Hero of Hogwarts, you supposed), you told him the entire fabrication you'd so carefully created over the last day.

The story went thus.

You and Sebastian had been looking for a cure for Anne. You'd finally found one, and Solomon had destroyed it. Solomon and Sebastian started arguing, and Solomon had said some unforgivably cruel things to his nephew. As his best friend, you'd taken issue, and it had led to a duel between yourself and Solomon. Eventually, he'd disarmed you, and in a fit of rage, you'd grabbed Sebastian's wand from his hand, using the Killing Curse.

In other words; you'd killed Solomon Sallow with his nephew's wand. The End.

And as you'd hoped, it went exactly as planned. Solomon's former partner was so caught up in his own anger at his friend's alleged killer being sat in front of him, blatantly admitting to her crimes as though it was nothing, that he'd charged you then and there.

You'd written a confession on the spot.

When it went to trial, you pled guilty and tried not to look at the two boys in the front row. You imagined most people thought Sebastian was crying because he was happy his uncle's killer was being brought to justice. The three of you knew the truth.

And Merlin, you couldn't even bear to look at Ominis. You could feel him though, his sightless eyes burning into the back of your head. You'd caught a glance of him at one point, when they'd led you in for sentencing, and it had physically hurt to see him like that.

His normally immaculate hair was dishevelled, out of place. His pretty eyes were red-rimmed, making him look like he was constantly on the edge of a breakdown. His clothes were rumpled, and one day, even visibly stained. In short, he was a mess.

And on the day of sentencing, when they proclaimed you had received a life sentence (with the possibility of parole due to your cooperation), you'd heard him make a whine. One that almost sounded like a wounded animal, moments away from death. Worst of all, against your will, your mind fixated on that noise, adding it to the mental sound collection you'd made of all things Ominis.

When you were in your cell that night, that was the noise that played over and over in your head. And like the lovesick fool you were, you were still glad to be able to hear it, because it was Ominis.

-

Being in Azkaban was like hell. Which you supposed was the point of the place, after all.

The third worst part, oddly, was the food. Twice a day, you received what could most accurately be described as bread, water and slop. The most bland things anyone could ever imagine tasting. Which probably wouldn't have been so bad had you not come directly after spending a year at Hogwarts. The place where you could simply think of whatever food you wanted, and it would be in front of your eyes, tasting just as gorgeous as you'd hoped it would.

The second worst part was the people. You'd also spent the last year pissing off every possible group that might end up in Azkaban with you; Ashwinders, poachers, dark wizards. All of them, in that prison with you. And it wasn't like the Dementors cared if you got jumped. You were battered and bruised more often than not, and over the years, your body had become riddled with a collection of scars.

Finally, the absolute worst part was the loneliness. You spent 22 hours a day in your cell, with no companions but the rats, and the eerie Dementors flying past, leeching your happiness. You missed your friends. You missed laughing, and joking, and feeling joy.

Most of all, you missed Ominis.

You wondered what he was doing now. It'd been twelve long years. Was he married? Was there a Mrs. Gaunt you might have to smile at and play nice with after you got out? Were there, god forbid, little Gaunts? Little children who'd be the spitting image of Ominis and the woman that wasn't you?

It was an unfair thought, you knew it. The two of you hadn't been together when you were arrested, and even if you had, it would have been unfair to expect him to wait for you when he had absolutely no clue if you'd have ever gotten out of prison. But the thought of him in another's arms hurt regardless of logic, the idea of him giving another woman his surname, his children, made you want to scream and cry and vomit.

Another fun part of Azkaban was that you weren't allowed letters. So now that you'd been granted parole and had been set free on Wizarding society once more, you were completely in the dark. You'd sent the owl the Ministry had allowed you to borrow off on a hunt for Sebastian a week before your release, and all you could do was hope that when you reached land for the first time in over a decade, there'd be a familiar freckled face waiting for you.

-

There was in fact, a freckled face waiting for you.

As the boat approached the dock painfully slowly, you were pretty much vibrating in your seat, giddy at the feeling of fresh air against your face. That feeling only got more intense when you spotted Sebastian at the end of the pier. When the boat got close enough, your eyes greedily took in every inch of his face, excited to recognise a face that wasn’t going to hurt you. He’d gotten taller, must’ve been at least 6 feet now. He’d grown a beard that uncannily made him look like Solomon a touch, but you shook that thought from your head. His hair was longer but no less unruly, and he was dressed smartly. He also had a huge grin on his face, tears running down his cheeks.

The guard gripped your forearm, all but dragging you onto the dock and you could hear Seb call out to be careful with you. That was nice. It’d been a long time since someone cared about your well-being. As soon as the cuffs were off you, Sebastian was on you, squeezing you just as hard as you had him on that last day, sobbing and whispering ‘thank you’ into your hair over and over again. It made you feel like a sweet, innocent fifteen year old once more, instead of the sad, traumatised twenty eight year old you were now.

Once you’d signed all the paperwork, Sebastian had begun guiding you to an inn not far away. He’d been kind enough to drape his coat over you as well, so that any passersby couldn’t see your filthy prison uniform. You’d have to wash it for him. It certainly wouldn’t smell pleasant by the time he got it back.

As you arrived, you noticed how quiet it was, though you didn't think much of it. Seb showed you to a quiet room upstairs, letting you know there was hot water, and some clothes in the dresser that you could wear. When he left you alone, in this small inn bedroom that was somehow still about four times the size of your cell, you felt safe to cry for the first time in a long time.

-

You'd taken an extraordinarily long bath, luxuriating in the hot water and the fact you had bubbles, bubbles! You'd taken the time to brush through your hair, easing out the several year old knots and using your wand, which you finally had back, to trim off the horrendous split ends. Finally, you'd turned to the dresser. The clothes that had been left for you were nice, comfortable, and most importantly, not bloody striped. You'd pulled them on with a grin, delighting in the feel of a non-scratchy fabric against your skin. It all would've sounded vain or shallow to an outside observer, but after so long without these so called little comforts, they meant the world to you.

As you turned to meet Seb downstairs, a newspaper caught your eye. Emblazoned on the front page in huge letters were the words 'GAUNT SON PLANS WEDDING OF THE SEASON'.

Your heart dropped. You were too late, just as you feared. And worst of all, it seemed like you just barely had missed him.

It sent your good mood spiralling down the drain. You clung to the newspaper, eyes too misty to make out the words. There was Ominis beside a stunning woman, and there was a slightly older man who looked similar to Ominis behind them. His brother must have accompanied them to whatever event this was.

As much as it hurt your heart to admit, Ominis had aged incredibly. He looked tall, even taller than Sebastian. His jaw and cheekbones were somehow even sharper, his eyes just as piercing as ever, even through print. He was wearing an elegant suit, and oh, did it flatter him. No wonder he'd chosen this girl beside him. She was just as beautiful, just as elegantly dressed. You bet she'd never gone to prison. You bet she wasn't covered in scars. She seemed perfect.

-

You'd taken a few moments longer to compose yourself before you began to head downstairs. Your head stayed drooped, not even paying attention to your surroundings, until you heard the yell of several people screaming 'surprise'. Your eyes darted up immediately, startled by the loud noise as your eyes darted around to try and figure out what was wrong.

The sight before you made your eyes widen. In front of you, all your closest friends from your time at Hogwarts, and a few new faces you suspected may have been spouses. Even a few little ones that seemed to be mini versions of old friends.

Taking it all in overwhelmed you with emotions; joy that they'd come to see you, despite them not knowing the full story as far as you knew. Sorrow at seeing it displayed so clearly to you how much you'd missed. Grief for yourself, at how you felt like you were just starting your life after all this time, when all of your friends were so settled.

Before you knew it, your hands were over your face as you tried desperately to conceal the sobs leaving your lips. There were hands on you in a second, far too many to have been a single person, a cacophony of familiar and much missed voices desperately saying words to try and soothe you. None of them were the voice you both craved and dreaded hearing, the voice you'd imagined for so many days and weeks and months.

When you finally recovered, pulling back, your eyes searched the crowd until you saw him. Tucked away in the back corner of the room at a small table, nursing a glass of wine. He seemed to have come alone, no wife-to-be in sight. He looked just as handsome as in the picture upstairs, if not more, now that you weren't seeing him through grainy newsprint.

Even as you were passed around the room, greeting old friends, meeting new friends in law, and seeing teeny tiny little ones excited to see the person their parents told them about, your eyes didn't leave him. And he seemed to be moving his head, tracking your voice.

Once you'd had your reunions and introductions, you saw Ominis rise from his seat. He walked past you, his scent hitting you. He still used the same cologne. He never did like change. As he passed by, you finally heard the sound you'd missed so.

"Outside."

He continued on his path, not stopping until he reached the doors and slipped outside. You didn't hesitate. Before the doors had even fully shut behind him, you were there, catching it with your hand and following him into the cool night.

Ominis was leaning against the wall of the inn, hands in his pockets. He didn't make any move to acknowledge you, so you silently rested against the wall next to him, waiting for him to speak first.

It took him less than a minute to break the silence.

"You are… a complete idiot. A lunatic. The stupidest person I have ever met."

You bit your lip. You probably did deserve this. Taking a life sentence for a boy you'd known for less than a year was quite a foolish move.

"That was Sebastian's crime. It should have been his punishment. That was supposed to be the consequences of his actions, and like a reckless fool you took it instead."

You finally spoke.

"Ominis, he was finally coming back to us. He'd left the magic be. He'd accepted Anne's decision. He was riddled with guilt. I couldn't let his future be taken from him, not when he was trying so hard to make amends."

"So you sacrificed yours instead? Sebastian did feel guilty, yes, because he killed a man. I'd have preferred neither of you go to prison, but if one of you had to go, it should have been bloody Sebastian because he actually did it. If that cost him his future, so be it, because he chose to cast that spell!"

You sighed, shaking your head.

"Can we not? Please? It's been a long time. I've missed you. It's been awful. Please, can the lecture wait 'til another day, preferably one where I can say I've spent a full 24 hours not in hell on Earth?"

Ominis thought for a second, and then the tension left his body and he pulled you into a tight embrace.

"I've missed you too. So much. I never thought I'd see you again. It devastated me. I was a mess those first few years after you went. And even when I got myself back together, there wasn't a day where I didn't think of you."

His words made you look up, and you realised his lips were oh so close to yours. A slight head movement, and they'd be touching. The idea was so tempting. And then it flashed into your mind again.

'GAUNT SON PLANS WEDDING OF THE SEASON.'

As soon as the headline came back into your head, you were pulling away quickly. He was a taken man. He was engaged, on the cusp of marriage. And there you were, thinking about kissing him. Thank Merlin you'd caught yourself. You'd only just got him back. You couldn't imagine your spur of the moment decisions taking him from you again so soon. His fiancée definitely would ban him from you if you made a move on him.

Your sudden movement left him with a confused expression on his face. You didn't stop your retreat as you mumbled the word 'cold', returning inside the inn and allowing Sebastian's tiny freckly children to clamber over you. You pretended you didn't notice when Ominis returned a moment after you looking puzzled, and possibly… hurt?

At the end of the night, Sebastian's wife informed you that the room you'd been in earlier was booked for the week for you. She also said that you were more than welcome to stay with the Sallows after, but they'd assumed you'd have wanted peace before moving into a chaotic home. Even though you'd known the woman less than a day, you hugged her like a sister. A woman like this, and the tiny children she'd given your friend, were exactly why you'd made the decision you had. So he could have a future like this.

-

Finally, you'd had a moment to rest after the long, long day you'd had.

There was a very comfortable, very pretty nightgown in the dresser that you'd shoved on as soon as you saw it. Then you'd spent about ten minutes casting every non-dangerous spell that came to your head, thrilling at the feeling of being able to cast magic again. And to top it all off, you'd crawled into bed just a moment ago, and compared to the old, ragged mattresses of Azkaban, this bed felt like a cloud.

You were about half a minute away from being dead to the world when you heard a cautious knock at your door. Screwing your eyes shut, you prayed the door-knocker would leave so you didn't have to get out of this lovely bed, but no such luck.

Reluctantly, you dragged yourself out of the bed, sluggishly making your way to the door and flinging it open, only to see… Ominis.

He stood in the doorway, and you had been right about the picture, bloody hell, he was tall.

The first instinct you had was to invite him in, and then you reconsidered. You were a single woman, in a nightgown and in a hotel room by herself. He was an engaged man. You really shouldn't let him in, it would bring nothing but trouble.

But as was Ominis' usual straightforward way, he took advantage of your hesitation to move into the room uninvited, taking a seat on the end of your bed. Sighing defeatedly, you closed the door behind him, standing against it as you, for the second time today, waited for him to speak.

He took much longer to open up this time, but after five minutes of awkward silence, he finally spoke.

"Why did you leave so suddenly earlier?"

You don't know what you expected him to be here for, but admittedly, it wasn't that.

After considering your words, you spoke carefully.

"I thought you were about to kiss me."

His reply was instantaneous.

"Yes, I was. Would that have been… unwanted? Because I swear, you can always tell me if you're uncomfortable. You don't have to flee to escape my advances."

How should you phrase this now?

"You can't kiss me."

Well, that certainly wasn't the best way to say it.

"Pardon? I can't? Would you mind elaborating?"

Letting out a sigh, you sat by him on the bed.

"I know you're engaged, Ominis. I don't know what you hoped to get from kissing me, but I'm not going to be some kind of - of mistress."

His jaw dropped.

"I'm what?! Who the hell has told you that absolute nonsense?! Was it Weasley because I swear I will wring that -"

You thought it was best to interrupt there.

"I saw the newspaper, Ominis. No need to maim Garreth. She's very pretty, by the way. Congratulations."

His eyebrow raised before understanding dawned on his face.

"My brother is getting married. For some reason they apparently chose a picture where I'm next to his bride-to-be. I've had the same misunderstanding at work, actually. But I swear to you,"

He took your hands at this point, carefully kissing your knuckles.

"I am unattached. Quite frankly, I've been unavailable. It's always been you or no one. And until I heard you'd gotten parole, I'd quite come to terms with the fact it would likely be no one. I've never been happier to be wrong."

You stared up at him wide-eyed, not a clue what to say. How do you respond when the man you've loved for so long tells you he'd literally decided to give up love because he thought it couldn't be with you?

Once again, he took your silence as an opportunity for action. His long fingers slipped under your chin, delicately tipping your head up. And after a second, he leaned in, pressing his soft lips to yours so carefully and lovingly it made you want to cry.

They'd been studying in the library together. The place was dead, as it was near curfew, leaving the two of them alone up in a secluded corner of the first floor. Then, all of a sudden, she'd dropped a pen. When she went under the table to retrieve it, she apparently couldn't help herself, and she'd started palming his length through his trousers.

Amit had thought that was bad enough, and then he'd felt her mouth, tongue tracing the outline of his erection through the fabric. The feeling of her mouth, combined with the warm saliva she was trailing along him soaking in, had him harder than he thought he'd ever been in his life.

The only thing that could've been better is if she'd removed the clothing so he could feel her directly.

And as if she could read his mind, she slowly unzipped his fly, her fingers reaching up to undo the buttons. Once he was undone, she tapped his hips, and he lifted them from the chair slightly so she could pull down his trousers as much as she needed.

God, he shouldn't be doing this. This was so wrong. And he was a prefect. What kind of example would this set to the younger Ravenclaws, to see their head boy in the throes of such depravity?

Then her mouth was suckling at the tip of his length, and he realised he didn't care right now whether this was right or appropriate. And now her tongue was moving along a prominent vein he didn't even realise he had, and he really didn't care.

All he wanted to do was cry out her name and beg her to do more, but he was paralysed by the fear that any noise would lead to them both getting caught, or worse, expelled. She seemed to sense his conflicting feelings, and she guided his hand to her hair so he could use his hold to control her motions.

He was nervous to do so at first, but as soon as he gripped her hair, she stopped moving of her own volition. She was clearly waiting for him to move her, to set the pace. So he used his hand on the back of her head to slide her forward, groaning at the sight of more and more of his length disappearing between her pretty, soft lips, and the feeling of him burying himself in her hot, wet throat. He stopped when she was about halfway down him, but she put her hand on his, pressing it so she had to take more of him.

She kept pushing until her nose brushed against his pelvis and the coarse hair there, her eyes starting to water a little. Once she'd proven how much she could take, she removed her hand, letting him control her head again.

Gently, Amit began pulling and pushing her head so her mouth slid back and forth on his length. After a moment, she slipped a hand down her body and under her skirt. The whine she let out vibrated deliciously around him. He let out a whimper in response, and started moving her back and forth faster and faster.

He thought it couldn't get better, and then she snuck her free hand up to work on the base of his cock, focusing on rolling her tongue around his head. When she hollowed her cheeks and sucked at him intensely, that was enough to send him over the edge.

Amit spilled into her mouth with a cry of her name, and she pulled back so he could watch her swallow what he'd given her. Then she opened her mouth to speak and -

- he woke up.

Alone in his bed in Ravenclaw tower, his sleep pants feeling uncomfortably tight and sticky. And instead of hearing whatever she was about to say, he could only hear Everett's snores from the bunk above him.

It didn't take long for Anneliese to trail downstairs. She'd been in her 'big girl' bed for two months now, and she adored being able to get in and out at will. She also was extraordinarily good at handling the stairs, so Sebastian had taken the baby gates off for the time being. They'd go back when the twins were old enough to be crawling, but for the moment, Anneliese had the run of the house, and she loved it.

And she also loved her daddy. You'd pouted something fierce when you'd both realised what a daddy's girl your eldest had become. She definitely had her moments where no one but her mama would do, but usually, his biggest little one was attached to him at the hip. So it didn't come as a surprise that as soon as she saw him reclined on the couch, she'd wriggled her way up until she was resting on his chest, squished happily between her two little sisters.

Then, along came you. You were normally the last one up, not that Sebastian would ever begrudge you for it. You were the only parent who could feed the babies after all, and with two of them, that had kept you in an endless cycle of getting up and down to breastfeed one or the other. He helped where he could, of course. Any night time cries that weren't related to food, he was on in an instant. But unfortunately, that still meant you were sleeping irregularly, and that manifested in you being the last to join the morning Sallow cuddle pile.

You'd trailed in sleepily, shifting Anneliese so you could take her spot, silencing her whines by promptly putting her on your own chest. Anneliese may have adored her dad, but she adored being in close proximity to both parents even more.

The five of you had laid there contently for the better part of an hour. But as time passed, the responsibilities began to come along. The babies needed feeding, which you handled deftly, a twin at each breast. Anneliese needed breakfast, which Sebastian had happily whipped up for her, before heading upstairs to get ready for his workday.

When he came downstairs, you'd bathed all three children in the large bathtub you loved, and had somehow wrangled all three of them into clothes. Anneliese's dark curls had been braided back into the same plait he'd seen you do to your own hair countless times.

"What are the plans for the day, my heart?" He'd asked you. Usually, you were more than willing to let the kids have a pjs day if they weren't going anywhere, so the fact that they were all dressed made him think there was something happening.

"Need to finish up some editing today, so the little ones are going to Auntie Anne's, aren't you all?" You'd replied.

That explained why your eldest had been so giddy. She adored her namesake, and her namesake adored her in turn. He could imagine his two year old had a busy day of being showered with affection ahead of her, as would his youngest two.

“Ah, of course. Well, I have a little time. I’ll walk you all to Anne’s, and I’ll use her Floo to get to work then.”

Anneliese may have been his spitting image, but the both of you had the exact same smile, and both of those matching smiles were being directed at him full force right now. How could he not do anything to make his girls happy? So off you all set, the both of you holding a twin and one of Anneliese’s hands, while Sebastian had the bag of necessities slung over his shoulder. It’d had only taken the lot of you ten minutes to arrive at Anne’s and Sebastian had left you all there, pressing a kiss to each of his girls; one to your lips, one of each of his daughters’ heads, and a particularly sloppy one he’d pressed to Anne’s cheek in an effort to irritate her (which had worked quite well, he thought, considering she promptly put him into a headlock.)

And that was the last he’d seen of you, his wife, that day.

-

He’d come home from work to find the house in complete and utter disarray. 

His heart had already dropped a little when he’d returned to find the front door ajar, but he’d shaken it off, telling himself that maybe you’d just left it open to let a cool breeze in.

It was harder for him to convince himself all was well when he entered his home to find the living room in an absolute state. The couches were at odd angles, like they’d been pushed out of the way. The coffee table was overturned. And your beloved rocking was laid on one side, the arm splintered off and resting a few feet away. Worst of all, across the wallpaper you’d so lovingly picked out when the two of you had moved in, there was a bloody handprint, dragged right across the wall as though someone had been trying desperately to hold onto something, anything to stay in place.

Sebastian was running around the house in a second, wand at the ready as he checked every room for you. There was no indication you were still in the house, though the full cup of tea in your office that was still lukewarm told him you couldn’t have been gone long. His next reflex, once he’d established you weren’t there, was to sprint to Anne’s home. He didn’t expect to find you there, but he hoped to Merlin that his children and his sister were unharmed. He didn’t know what he’d do if all of you were gone. 

Thankfully, when he slammed the front door of the cottage open, gasping for breath and wild-eyed with panic, he was greeted with the sight of the two Annes sitting at the table, drinking tea, while the babies slept soundly in their bassinets. But still no sign of you.

-

After explaining the situation to his twin as fast as he could, she’d promised to keep hold of the children as long as he needed, and he returned to the family home to see if he could find anything about where you’d gone.

He’d looked around the living room, the only room showing a sign of a struggle, until finally he noticed something. Just under the bloody handprint, there were a few drops of blood soaked into the carpet. And a few inches away, more drops of blood. And so on and so on. Sebastian followed the stains until he reached the front door, feeling downtrodden when he realised the blood would likely be far less visible, likely impossible, to see on the gravel. Then a flash of red caught his eye again.

There, on the sage green gate leading to your home, was another handprint. Clear as day, not smudged at all. It was there to be seen, not left as part of a desperate escape attempt. When he looked closer, he could see that on any lightly coloured surface leading in a certain direction, there was a handprint.

Oh, his brilliant, brave wife. You’d left him a trail intentionally. What a woman you were.

A woman he intended to get back.

Now that he knew he could find you, the rage set in full-force. The people who’d taken you would pay. They would beg for mercy, and then once he was done punishing them, they would beg for death. And when he finally gave it to them? They wouldn’t receive a swift avada kedavra. No. He would take his time with their demises.

But first, you.

-

Your handy little trail led him to some ruins about twenty minutes away. The fact that you’d been able to do such a thing seemingly unnoticed impressed him, but the fact that you’d been bleeding enough to leave such marks over a distance terrified him. He had to find you, and fast.

Sebastian saw a man standing outside the ruins, probably guarding them. The man was wearing an Ashwinder uniform, leaning against the wall. Sebastian quickly Disillusioned himself, sneaking closer to the man. Once he was close enough, he silencio’d the man, using accio to pull the man closer by the collar of his shirt.

The Ashwinder dangled in the air, his legs kicking uselessly as Sebastian kept him suspended. His head searched back and forth, looking for who had taken his voice, who was lifting him. Sebastian let the invisibility spell drop, gripping the man’s jacket to rag him to the floor. He released the silencing spell, pressing the tip of his wand into the man’s throat.

“Where is my wife?” His voice was a low, deep growl, every syllable dripping with venom. The Ashwinder spat in his face, and Sebastian punched him, feeling his nose break under his fist.

“Tell me, or this is going to be very, very painful for you.”

The Ashwinder groaned, the blood coming down his face fast and heavy.

“Fine, fine! She’s in the basement. There’s a locked door, my boss has the key. He’s put an anti-alohomora charm on the door, so you’ll need the key to get in.”

Sebastian let his wand’s pressure on the man’s throat loosen.

“Why her? Why did you even take her? I’ll let you go if you tell me.”

The man was so eager to speak that his words were almost blending together.

“The weird magic, and what she did to Rookwood. The new boss, he wants to show that he could do what Rookwood couldn’t, so he took her to prove a point.”

Fucking fantastic. His wife got kidnapped so some wannabe gang-leader could try and show off.

The Ashwinder began to squirm, trying to get loose like Sebastian promised he could.

“Come on now. You said you’d let me go if I told you.”

Sebastian sat back, letting the man go.

“I did say that, didn’t I? Shame I lied.”

With a well-placed depulso, the man was thrown backwards, his skull cracking with a sickening sound against the wall.

That was just the first casualty of many, he thought. These scum will learn the consequences of taking what was his.

-

He blew through the ruins like a hurricane, leaving devastation in his wake. Most of the Ashwinders didn’t even get the chance to draw their wands before he was casting spells at them. Not the kind of spells intended to stun, either. With a flick of his wrist, he was casting the spells he knew would hurt; diffindo, bombarda, glacius, and of course, his and his love’s favourite, confringo.

By the time he’d reached the new Ashwinder boss, he’d worked himself up into a violent frenzy. The others had just been stepping stones on the way to him handling this bastard. This was the man truly responsible for all of this, and he would be treated the way he deserved for doing such a heinous thing.

The man opened his mouth to speak, but Sebastian was faster.

“Incarcerous!” He yelled, watching the black ropes wind around him, the sudden spell making him fall to his knees before Sebastian. 

Perfect. In his place, as he should be.

“That woman you took? That’s my wife. The mother of my children. And you thought you could take her? Take what’s mine? I don’t think you know what I’d do for that woman. What I have done for her. If you did know, you’d have known better. Crucio!”

The man writhed in agony.

“And Merlin, you are lucky you caught her off guard. She’s so powerful, you don’t even know. She’s the only person who’s ever beat me in a duel. She’d have ripped you piece from piece already if you’d have done this to me.”

He didn’t want to stop. He wanted to keep going, to give this man every bit of pain and fear he’d put you through, if not double or triple. But he still hadn’t found you. And that was far more important than this pathetic creature that was begging for his life right now. Like he deserved mercy. A quick diffindo aimed at the man’s neck and he was dead, and Sebastian swiftly ducked down to grab the key from the man’s body.

He didn’t hesitate before rushing down into the basement.

-

You’d been sat in this fucking cell for about two hours. You’d tried using your ancient magic to get out, but it did nothing so you’d resorted to using it to throw around the few things in your cell. The bed had been overturned. The bucket they’d had the audacity to give you as a bathroom was twisted and dented from how you’d used your magic to crumple it. And you were soaked in blood from the cuts on your body, including the absolutely vicious one you’d given yourself on your hand in your house, so you could leave Sebastian a trail.

Speaking of your husband, you imagined he’d be here any minute.

You looked up to the ceiling as you heard an explosion.

Ah. There he was.

You were sitting in front of the door to your cell when he charged down the stairs, looking an absolute mess. His hair was wild, his pupils blown, his work suit torn and dirtied. And he was covered in blood, his hands clutching a set of keys. As soon as he saw you, you saw his body physically relax for a moment, until he tensed up at the sight of the blood on you. Sebastian was striding across the room in a second, shoving the key into the lock and nearly swinging the door off its hinges as he shoved it open.

He dropped to his knees before you, his hands staining your clothes as he carefully manoeuvred you against his chest, pressing kisses all over your face.

“My love, my heart, god, I was so scared. And you’re so brilliant, my clever, clever girl, leaving a way to find you. Really, you saved yourself here.”

You reached up, pressing your lips to his.

“Thank you for coming for me. I knew you would. But thank you anyway.”

Sebastian’s hands stroked over your sore body carefully.

“I’ll always come for you when you need me. And don’t worry, they’re all dealt with. They’ll never come for you again.”

You nodded into his chest, letting him lift you and carry you back home.

-

The children were in bed when you finally got back. You’d expected the house to still be a mess, but it seemed Anne had reached out to Ominis in your absence, and while Sebastian had been gone, he’d put the place back to rights. Then, once it was clean, Anne had brought your daughters back to the house, had got a local wet nurse to stop by to feed the twins, made Anneliese supper and had put them all to bed.

Sebastian had been off with Ominis for a while now, the two not being as close as they used to be. But as soon as he’d seen the house was fixed up (including your beloved rocking chair), he’d put an arm around the other man’s shoulders, dragging him into a hug. Meanwhile, you were on the couch with Anne fussing over you, cleaning your wounds. 

Finally, the two left you be, and Sebastian dragged you into the big bathtub, carefully running the sponge over your dirtied skin, pressing kisses to every wound he could see. After he’d washed the grime out of your hair, he’d pulled out one of his shirts, tugging it over your head. And after a long, ridiculously exhausting day, you were finally in bed with your husband. As you drifted off to sleep, you’d never felt more grateful for him.

-

Who was knocking at your bedroom door?

You opened your eyes blearily as you saw Sebastian get out of bed, gripping his wand as he slowly moved towards the bedroom door. You watched him opening the door, holding onto the covers as if they could protect you.

A huge sigh of relief came from the both of you when the door was finally open, and your little two year old was standing in the doorway, clutching her plush snake that Sebastian had insisted on getting her when she was born.

“I missed mama.” You heard her mutter as Sebastian reached down to pick her up, carrying her into the bed and placing her by your side. Anneliese immediately nuzzled her way into your neck and your sore arms came up to wrap around her. Sebastian left the room as you did so, returning with the babies. He sat on his side of the bed, and you shuffled so your arm was pressed against his.

It'd all been going so well. You and Sebastian had been clearing out a poacher camp, as you tended to do when one of you was frustrated. Little did you know, there was another camp within earshot. And as soon as they heard their comrades' distress, they came running, leaving you and Sebastian hopelessly outnumbered.

Your body had already been bruised and bloody from one pair of poachers playing a cruel game of depulso and levioso with you. Then, another of their friends decided they wanted in on the entertainment, and hit you with crucio.

And oh god. You used to worry about why Sebastian was able to cast it on you, those years ago in the Scriptorium. It scared you that he wanted to hurt you, had to have wanted that to even cast the spell. But this poacher... this poacher had shown you what a crucio with true intent to cause pain felt like. In comparison, the one Sebastian had casted on you felt like a tickle.

Plus, you were becoming aware you had no idea where he was. The two of you had been fighting side by side, then the arrival of the second group of poachers had led to you both being on completely opposite sides of the camp. You hadn't seen him since, and you couldn't hear him casting any more. You hoped he was okay.

Fortunately, a well placed bombarda had managed to handle the remaining poachers, but you couldn't move. Your screams had finally stopped, but your body was wracked with intense shakes, almost like convulsions. Your head was too fuzzy to fully comprehend what was going on around you. All you could do was lie there and hope that Sebastian found you before more poachers did, if he was even still okay. You should have been focusing on how to get out of this situation, but all your scattered mind could think of was your Ominis.

He was so loving. Whenever you felt sad or ill, he would be at your side in a moment. He would hold you, stroke your hair, whisper sweet nothings, bring you whatever you needed. And now, on the ground, in the aftershock of the worst pain you'd ever felt, you craved his affection. You wanted him to be here so desperately that it ached. You needed his presence so badly, you swore you could hear him calling your name before everything went dark.

-

You woke in the hospital wing, and before you could even open your eyes, the sound of muffled sobbing filled your ears. Eyes flickering open, you saw Ominis, your love, sat at your bedside. He’d pulled the armchair as close as he could, trapping his legs between the chair and the bed in a way that could not be comfortable. His face was buried into the bedding covering you as he cried, one hand gripping yours tightly, as if he let go you’d disappear. After you’d finished examining him, you became more aware of your own body. You were still shaking terribly, little sharp shooting pains occasionally washing over you. The feeling made you sad, as it made you think of Ominis. Of when he was a child, and his parents cast crucio on him. Did small Ominis sit alone in his bedroom, trembling the way you were? All by himself, with the people who were meant to comfort him being the ones who had actually hurt him?

You shook the thoughts away. While what Ominis went through then was important, and you would surely ask later if he wanted to speak about it, what was more important was that he was here in front of you now, upset.

You squeezed his hand softly, trying to alert him to the fact you were awake in a way that wouldn’t startle him. As soon as he felt the pressure of your hand, his head snapped up, his sniffling stopping for a moment. The sight of his face broke your heart. His pretty eyes were red rimmed and bloodshot, trails of tears left on his pale cheeks. His handsome nose was just as red and was running furiously. Your unsteady hands reached for the tissues on the bedside table, bringing one to his face to try and clean him up. He felt your shaky touch against his skin, quickly taking the tissue and cleaning himself up before throwing it to one side.

His hands slid up your bruised arms, over your shoulders, until he was delicately cupping your jaw. Ominis’ touch was so unbelievably soft, like he was scared if he used any more pressure he’d break you. Finally, he spoke, his voice raspy with how upset he was.

“My love, my dearest, are you alright? Please, say something.”

“I’m…” You considered your words for a moment. You didn’t want to worry him more, but you hated the idea of lying to him. Go for the middle ground then. “I’ve been better.”

His face twisted in pain.

“If it’s alright, please. Tell me what happened. I can’t see what’s wrong, so please, tell me so I can figure out how best to take care of you.”

You took a deep breath, before beginning to tell him.

“Seb and I decided to go clear out a poachers’ camp. And it was all going well, but we didn’t realise there was another camp so close, and they heard the noise. Next thing we knew, we were being absolutely swarmed. Then me and Seb got separated, and the poachers kind of… started throwing me about like a… ragdoll, basically. I managed to fire off a bombarda that took out the stragglers, but one of them hit me with crucio, and it wiped me out.”

His face was still twisted, but you noticed he reacted more to the word ‘ragdoll’ than the fact you’d been crucio’d.

“Fortunately, Sebastian managed to make his way back to the castle, and he came to find me. Then we rounded up Natsai, Poppy, and Imelda and we all came back looking for you. I think you’d just fallen unconscious when we got you out of there.”

You ‘hmmm’d in understanding, before saying the words on your mind.

“You don’t seem surprised. That I was -” your voice dropped to a whisper, like saying the word too loud would lead to bad things, “crucio’d.”

Ominis’ hand came up to bring your shaking one to his lips, kissing your fingertips.

“I’ve told you that I’ve been through that before, dearest. I know what it looks like, the… remnants of the spell. As soon as I felt you shaking like you are, I knew. And I am so incredibly sorry, my darling, that you went through that.”

His words made your bottom lip tremble, like the mere acknowledgement from another person of what had happened made it real all of a sudden. Before you knew it, it was you crying, sobbing in a desperate way that made you breathless, your shoulders and chest heaving with the effort. Thick tears rolled down your cheeks, and in an instant, Ominis’ hands had slid up from your neck to your face, his thumb caressing the tears away. He hushed you soothingly, bringing your sore body to rest against his.

“Let it out, dove. I know. It’s scary, it hurts. I can’t imagine how scared you must have been. But you’re safe now, and you’re here in the castle. The nurse will take care of you. I will take care of you.”

The words came unbidden from your lips before you could stop them.

“I thought I was gonna die.”

Ominis’ body stiffened at that, but he didn’t stop providing you the comfort you needed so desperately. However, if you’d have looked at his face, you’d have seen he was beginning to cry again too.

“I would never let that happen. I will never let this happen again. I’m not fool enough to think I can stop you and Sebastian from going on your adventures. But you will never go without me again. Promise me that. No more going where I can’t follow. You’re the love of my life, I cannot, I will not lose you.”

You nodded into his chest, knowing he’d feel the motion.

“I swear. I’ll bring you with us, every time. No more sudden adventures without you. I love you, ‘Nis.”

His soft lips brushed against your hair.

Your little baby was now one, becoming more and more independent by the day. Anneliese had gone past crawling to walking, and now she was an unstoppable force. Even the baby gates he'd fitted seemed like they wouldn't hold her for much longer, his stubborn, stubborn girl. She could talk, in fact she couldn't stop most days now. You both always knew when she was awake in the mornings, because his loud girl would wake up in her crib and immediately start yelling. Calls of 'mama' and 'daddy' echoing through the house. More and more words were being added to her vocabulary by the day. Unfortunately, that included 'prick' (Or as Anneliese said it, 'pick') after she overheard one of Seb's post-work rants, much to yours and his joint horror and amusement.

In summary, his baby was a toddler. He missed having a tiny little newborn. You'd agreed you wanted more than one child, and he thought they should be close in age.

Every other reason he wanted a second child, though, revolved firmly around you. His wife.

Sebastian loved you when you were pregnant. Watching your stomach swell day by day, with that adorable baby bump. Feeling the little one inside your belly move and kick and hiccup (which he didn't even know unborn babies could do until your daughter kept getting hiccups and making your belly jump in month eight of your pregnancy.)

And you were so affectionate when you were pregnant. You constantly wanted to be touching him, some primal urge awakened in you that needed you to keep the father of your child close by and protecting you. You always had a hand on him, his leg, his chest, his arm, no matter where you were. At one point, you'd gone through a phase of being insatiable. You were on him every second you were alone, riding him, or having him pin you to the bed or a wall or a table and take you over and over again. It had been amazing.

Plus, your body after you'd given birth was simply unbelievable. You'd become so soft and plush. So many curves for his hands to follow. The change in your body over the nine months had left you with these beautiful stretch marks, on your thighs and your ass, your stomach and your breasts. He loved to trace them, to see the marks the child he'd put in you had left. A permanent sign you were his, embedded right in your own body. Your breasts had become swollen and heavy and so sensitive. He loved nothing more than to cup them and thumb at your nipples as he fucked you, to hear you cry out anytime he so much as brushed them because of the sensations.

Most of all, he wanted another baby because he'd never felt like you were more his than when you were pregnant. A visible sign for the world to see that you belonged to him. That he was the one you let get you pregnant. He was the one you wanted to father your children. That you'd chosen him, just as much as he'd chosen you.

So yeah. He just wanted you to give him another baby.

Unfortunately, you'd been quite stubborn on the matter. You hadn't explained why, but you were completely resisting the idea of having a baby right now, saying you just didn't feel it was the right time.

And he couldn't quite pull the stunt he had back when he got you pregnant the first time, a beautiful cocktail of a lust potion, frantic and unprotected sex, plus some Felix Felicis to make sure it would take. These days, you would take your birth control potion every day at the same time, and if you'd forgotten to take it one day, he wasn't allowed to touch you for a week. So if he wanted baby number two, he had to do it the old fashioned way. By convincing you.

-

Sebastian was being relentless at the minute, and it was doing your head in.

Every time you went to bed.

"Let me put a baby in you."

Every time you woke up.

"Please let me put a baby in you."

It wasn't like you didn't want more children because you did. But you felt like you didn't have enough time with him already. Between his job and your adventurous little girl, you felt like you never got him alone for husband and wife time. You'd not had a date night in months. Sure, you had sex most nights, but you were both so tired you'd just curl up and go to sleep after. Considering the two of you had started as best friends, you missed talking with him. And another baby was not going to help you have more time with him.

You felt hands slide around your waist as you finished sliding your nightgown on and resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Here comes the nightly convincing, and the hour of pouting after you say no once again. Lips pressed to your neck lightly, Sebastian's tongue flicking out to trace circles against your skin.

"Hello, my love. You look lovely as always. You're wearing my favourite."

His hand slipped down to your thigh, before moving up to push under the silk fabric. You quickly put your hand on top of his, stopping it in its tracks.

"Wait, Seb. Before you get handsy, I need to take my potion."

He sighed against your neck.

"Do you need to take it? Really? I've already said about a dozen times that I want another baby."

And here we go. Round 2703702 of this debate.

"Sebastian, we've discussed this every morning and night for the past three weeks. You might want another, but I'm not ready. Can you not wait for me to tell you when I am, instead of making me feel bad for having to say no twice a day?"

He pulled away from you, going to sit on the end of the bed as he began to pull his socks off.

"Fine then. But can I at least know why? All you keep telling me is that you're not ready. Is there a reason for that?"

You were going to have to tell him. He kept asking. But the reason felt so petty, and it made you worry he'd be angry with you or disappointed. And now he was here in front of you, eyebrows raising higher and higher with every second longer you took to answer. So you may as well just say.

"I miss you."

Sebastian's mouth opened, then closed again.

"I - what?"

You sighed, elaborating.

"I miss you. I feel like between your job, and my novel, and having a one year old... we never spend time together the way we used to. And yes, I know we still have sex, but at this point, you come home, we fuck, and then we both pass out. I miss talking to you. You're my best friend. And if we don't have time for each other now, how much worse will it be when we have another baby?"

His gaze softened, and he held out a hand to you, encouraging you to come to him. You moved quickly, smiling as he kissed your knuckles once you'd taken his hand, and then he used his grip to pull you into his lap. Your head found its way to his chest, enjoying the steady 'thump' of his heartbeat as he stroked your hair the way he'd discovered you liked all the way back in seventh year of school.

"I see. But there's solutions to that. I can see about getting some time off work, they owe me at least that after all I do for them. And with my raise and your book advance, we can afford to get a bit of help now and then, with the house and the little one. And most importantly, maybe we do a weekly date night? Set a day, every week, and that day is our day. We'll get a babysitter, or ask Anne, and we can do whatever you want. We could sit in the house and talk. We can go out for dinner. Anything my wife wants. Sound okay?"

You nodded into his chest, before moving your head back to look into his eyes.

"A date night sounds perfect. That's all I want. I just miss talking to you. I like hearing about your day, and telling you about mine. Talking about the baby and telling you the things she's been up to. Even just debating whatever bloody thing you've read in the newspaper that day is fun for me."

He kissed your forehead sweetly.

"If that's what you want, my love, you shall have it. All of my thoughts, just for you. And I won't mention the baby situation again. I'll let you tell me if you change your mind. Okay?"

You let out a quiet 'yes', and felt him kiss your temple.

If he actually pulled all that off, you would be more than happy to consider a second child.

-

It'd been two months since that discussion, and things just kept getting better. Sebastian had been dedicated and devoted to keeping his promise.

Every single Saturday was now date night. Anne had been more than happy to take care of her beloved niece, her little namesake, and you'd recruited your next door neighbour's teenager to babysit Anneliese on the nights she was unavailable.

The dates had been a variety of experiences. Just talking in the house. Romantic dinners. A picnic on the beach. It'd been lovely. You'd never adored your husband more. You weren't just back to pre-baby levels of adoration and communication, you'd hit a new peak of love for him.

So tonight, on this week's date night, you'd decided to share the good news. You were ready and willing to try for a second baby. He'd kept his word about not asking again, so it was firmly up to you to bring up the topic. You had it all planned. First, a romantic dinner. Second, a candlelit bath. Finally, tell him, and let him fuck you into the mattress in celebration. It was an excellent plan.

You were just waiting for him to return from dropping Anneliese off with Anne, and then it was a go. You'd prepared a three course dinner. It'd taken you all day, and you'd had to shoo both Sebastian and Anneliese out repeatedly, much to their dismay. You nearly relented, the joint effort of their shared pretty brown eyes nearly being too much to resist. But you'd stayed strong, and your food was intact. You were wearing a beautiful dress Sebastian had got you for your last birthday, his favourite thing to see you wear. And finally, under said dress, you were wearing extremely lacey lingerie that covered the main parts, but also somehow left nothing to the imagination.

You knew he wouldn't need any extra incentive to try and knock you up tonight, but it didn't hurt to give him some motivation. And it was date night, after all. You had to make it special.

The front door opened. It was a go.

-

You'd truly outdone yourself on this meal. You were a good cook, you knew that, but this? It tasted divine. And you could tell Seb agreed, based on the appreciative noises he was making with every bite of the black forest gateau you'd made. It was all going as planned. You sipped at your wine, watching hungrily over the rim of your glass as he ate. He looked just as delicious as your food tonight.

He was wearing a pair of black slacks, nothing unusual. But he also wore a black button up shirt. He'd rolled the sleeves up, and at some point, he'd also unbuttoned the top few buttons on his shirt, leaving his collarbones peeking out from the fabric. You wanted to trace them with your tongue. Later.

As soon as he'd finished his food, you were moving, collecting the plates and empty glasses to put in the sink for later. With a final deep breath for courage, you returned to your husband. His eyebrow raised as you walked past your own chair, ignoring it completely so you could sit on his lap, arm around his shoulders for balance. Seb's big hand came to rest on your thigh, stroking up and down softly as he looked at you. He could tell you were building up to asking him something, he'd known you too long to not know what every expression you made meant.

Your free hand came to rest on the one he had on your thigh, nails begnning to trace his wedding ring as you worked up the nerve to say what you wanted. You didn't understand why you were so anxious. You knew he wanted this too, it had been his idea. But the thought of saying the words yourself felt almost overwhelming. Maybe it was best to just get something out, and then you could build on whatever you ended up saying.

"Seb. I... want it."

Sebastian's grin turned wicked, his lips moving an inch away from yours.

"I know you do, darling. You always do."

You shook your head.

"No, not that. Well, yes, that, but also... something else."

He just looked confused now. Bloody hell, you were butchering this. Best to just say it bluntly, so there was no more confusion.

"A baby. Another baby. I'm ready."

The way Sebastian's face lit up made your stomach flutter.

"You mean it? You're really ready to try again?"

As soon as you gave him an eager nod, he was laughing delightedly, pulling you close to press kisses over inch of your face. His enthusiasm was infectious, and before you knew it, you were laughing and squirming under his affectionate attack. Finally, after a few moments, he pulled back, wiggling his eyebrows in a way that made you giggle again.

"No time like the present, Mrs. Sallow. We do have the house to ourselves for the night."

You grinned at him, standing to head to the bedroom. His hand was around your wrist immediately, tugging you so you spun back around to face him again, the force making you bump against his chest. The way he was looking at you right now, it was no longer affectionate. It was predatory. Sebastian started to move forward, his eyes dark as he stalked forward. You moved back instinctively. You weren't scared of him, you never could be, but this was intense and your body moved before your mind could reassure you.

Your retreat was halted by the feeling of the dining table's edge digging into your back. Before you could process that you couldn't move any further, his hands were pressed into the table either side of you, caging you in.

Guess this was happening here then. Ah well. Wouldn't be the first time.

Sebastian's hands slowly slid across the table, closer to you until they were either side of your waist. He hoisted you up, sitting you on the very edge of the surface, and then his fingertips were slipping down from your waist to meet the very edge of your pretty dress.

His voice was husky with lust as he spoke.

"I love this dress. It looks incredible on you. The way it cups your breasts. How it clings to your curves. How it's so fucking short. Maybe I should fuck you in it."

You felt a little disappointed. You'd gone to all that effort of buying lingerie after all, but if he wanted you like this, he'd have you like this.

Sebastian's brow furrowed as he saw your face fall.

"What's up, love? You okay?"

You considered for a second. He could take you in the dress another time. This may be a night for him, but it was your plan.

"Take the dress off."

He looked surprised at your words, but his fingers dipped under the hem, as he slowly pushed the dress up your body. You could tell by his face the exact second he realised what was underneath.

"Oh, my love."

His hands were faster now,  like he couldn't get the dress off you fast enough. Once the dress was over your head, he leaned back, his eyes roaming hungrily over your body. His fingers reached out to brush against the lace covering you, first your chest, then between your thighs.

'Look at my pretty girl. All this for me? What a treat."

His light touch turned into a hard press, and you could feel your wetness begin to soak the fabric as he pushed at the lace. He lifted his fingers to his mouth, rolling his tongue around them with a satisfied groan.

"God. Part of me wants to eat you out, right on this table. Second dessert after that beautful cake you made me. But we're here to get you pregnant, aren't we, love? And as fun as it is, that's not gonna do the trick."

He gripped your thighs, pulling you down the table towards him until your ass was resting at the edge of the table.

"Hold your legs there for a minute."

You reached down to hold your legs, keeping them in the elevated position he'd left them in. He began to undo his slacks, his eyes not leaving yours once as he did. Finally, he'd got them open, letting them drop to his feet and pushing his briefs down swiftly. And there he was. You'd always loved his cock. It was long, and thick, and it had the most delicious upwards curve to it that hit just the right place when it was inside you. And right now, it looked amazing, so red at the tip, the way he got when he couldn't wait to fuck you, with precum beginning to drip down the side of it. Part of you wanted to take it in your mouth, to taste, but he was right. You were here to get pregnant, and any cum not going in your cunt was a wasted opportunity. And if you got your lips around him, you knew you wouldn't be able to stop until he was filling your throat.

A small 'ahem' interrupted your thorough examination of your husband's length, and you looked up to see Sebastian smirking down at you with a raised eyebrow.

"I know you're enjoying the view, but I'm afraid we've got other duties to attend to, don't we, darling?"

You nodded eagerly, and he moved forward, pressing the back of your thighs to his chest, your knees bent over his shoulders. He did like to put you in odd positions, but you didn't intend to complain. It always ended up feeling nice. Once your legs were situated, he tugged your underwear to the side.

"Since you were so generous in wearing such enticing things for me, I think I'll keep them on you while I fuck a baby into you. Does that sound like a good idea, darling wife?"

You opened your mouth to speak, but your words were cut off by your own gasp as you felt his tip prod at your entrance. He grinned down at you, thrilled at the fact he'd rendered you speechless.

"Sorry, I didn't quite hear that."

Tease.

"Yes, keep it on!"

He stayed pressed against you, not moving any further despite you answering his question.

"Keep it on while I what?"

"Keep it on while you get me pregnant!"

He slid forward, slid home.

"There we go. Wasn't so hard, was it?"

He started to move oh so slowly, and you wanted to complain, but you knew full well if you did, he'd stay at that pace for far too long. So you bit your lip, closing your eyes as you waited out his torment. He'd break first, the idea of this had been occupying him for months.

You were, as always, right.

It only took a few minutes before he was pounding into you, the sound of his grunts, your moans, and skin slapping filling your dining room. What you didn't expect was the talking.

"Fuck, I can't wait to get you pregnant again. Fuck, fuck, you looked so good last time, you're so pretty when you're filled with my babies. It was so hard to not just have you around my cock constantly, to have to wait to see your gorgeous tits bouncing while I took you."

Oh god, that was really doing it for you.

Your hand slipped down your body to rub at your clit, and you groaned when he slapped it away. Your annoyance quickly abated when he replaced the hand he'd moved with his own, drawing small circles over the little bud of nerves in a way that had your eyes rolling back in your head from the feeling. His other hand moved to your chest, ragging at the cups of your bra to free your breasts. Once the offending article was displaced, his hand was squeezing at your chest, rolling his thumb over your nipples in that way you liked.

"And these? The way these looked when you were pregnant was divine. All swollen and sensitive because of the baby I put in you."

His hands began to trace the stretch marks on your breasts.

"And I love these marks. It's like even your body is trying to show you're mine. These gorgeous marks on your own skin that show that you let me give you a child. That you chose me to give you a family."

His words were having the same effect on you as they were on him, and you knew you weren't far off your release. And when Sebastian leaned down, taking a nipple between his teeth, that was it for you. You finished around him with a cry, not that it deterred him.

He kept fucking you through your orgasm, his pace relentless as he showered your chest with attention. You gripped at his hair as he did, whispering the words to him you knew would finish him off.

"Come on, love. Give me a baby. Give me everything you've got, I'll take it all."

He straightened up immediately, his hands on your hips, pulling you against him each time he thrusted into you. His head fell back as he came, his thrusts staying steady despite his distraction. You could hear him muttering under his breath the entire time his cum was filling you.

"Yessss, take it, take it, good girl."

Once he was done, he collapsed on top of you, not even taking the time to pull out. You could feel his release dripping out of you. As soon as he noticed, he pulled out, collecting it with his fingers and pushing it back in, before filling you with his cock again.

"There we go. That should keep it in there. Can't be wasting anything if we want you to get pregnant as soon as possible, hm?"

You hummed absent mindedly, far more focused on what you were feeling right now than his words.

You wouldn't mind if it took a bit longer for you to become with child. Not if it meant he'd do this to you multiple times a day.

-

You were surprised when not even two months later you realised you were pregnant already.

Sebastian wasn't, of course. He'd replaced your birth control potion with a ineffective placebo weeks before you'd told him you were ready to try again.

You pressed your hands to the rough bark, leaning slightly as he used his grip on your hips to guide your legs back. The only thing keeping you upright was your hands on the tree, and his hands on you. It wasn't surprising this was how he wanted you. Taking you from behind did something for Sebastian, triggering an almost... animalistic urge in him. You weren't complaining. Some of your best nights had been spent with Sebastian in that wild mood.

Once he'd got you exactly how he wanted you, he slid your underwear down your legs, stuffing them into his robe pocket. You made a note to remember that. You knew he'd absolutely try to wander off with them after you were done, leaving it much harder for you to try to hide the mess he intended to make. He was a tease, like that, the prick. You loved him for it.

You were distracted from your mental note by him running his fingers along your slit. You looked over your shoulder to see him using the slick from your release as lubricant, biting his lip as he used his wet hand on his cock. The sight was absolutely sinful, and you couldn't help but breathe out his name as you watched.

The sound of your voice caught his attention, and one hand returned to your hip, the other gripping himself so he could guide himself into your cunt.

The feeling of him inside you so soon after your two previous orgasms was over-stimulating in the best way, and you were panting by the time he even had the tip inside.

This man would be the death of you, and you would die happy.

"Merlin, you feel so good. So tight, and wet, and warm, darling. I swear, it's like you're made to take my cock."

He'd finally pushed all the way in now, his pelvis pressed against your ass and you were still panting and moaning like a mess. Meanwhile, Sebastian sounded like he was merely talking about the weather, as he began to thrust while saying complete filth to you.

"I can feel you gripping me. I know you said earlier that you didn't want me to cum inside, but I think your pretty pussy disagrees. That's why you changed your mind, isn't it? You knew, deep down, that you needed this."

Between the slow drag of his cock and the things he was saying, you wondered if you'd even remember your name after he was done with you.

Despite his determination to tease, he couldn't help himself, and soon he was pounding into you. The sound of his skin hitting against yours as he fucked you was intoxicating, and you had to brace yourself harder against the tree, lest his force send you flying.

A hand left your hip, trailing around your front to press at your stomach, drifting down to between your thighs, tracing circles just above where you both were joined.

Sebastian leaned forward over you, pressing his chest to your back. You wished he was shirtless so you could feel his bare skin, but just doing this outside was a risk. Getting naked out here would be idiotic.

He applied more pressure to your clit as he continued to move his fingers in circles, still whispering in your ear about how amazing you felt around his cock.

"Cum for me, my darling. I know you can do it, and when you do, I'll give you what you want."

You bit your lip to hold back the noise you were about to make as you came, and once you'd finished, Sebastian decided you were fair game. His hold on your hips tightened, and his pace became ruthless. All you could do was hold the tree to keep yourself upright as he used you for his own pleasure.

A few moments later, he grunted, letting out a quiet "fuck" as he finished. You moaned you felt his release fill you, and before you knew it, he'd pulled out and moved you to sit on the grass, back to the tree. You had no clue what he was doing, until he moved your legs apart and brought his fingers to your hole, pushing his cum further inside.

He chuckled lowly as you gasped at the feeling.

"Seb, what are, ah, you doing?"

"I promised I'd send you off with a cunt full of cum. I need to make sure it's all in there. I'm a man of my word, after all."

His thumb brushed against your sensitive clit as his fingers plunged inside you, and the feeling, combined with the knowledge of what he was doing sent you over the edge a second time.

His fingers withdrew, and he smirked at you as he readjusted yours and his clothes so it wasn't obvious what you'd been doing.

"There you go, love. All ready for Herbology."

He leaned in to give you a soft kiss, before getting up, ready to go to his own class. You grabbed his arm before he could move.

"Underwear, please and thank you."

Sebastian let out a playful sigh and rolled his eyes, reaching into his pocket and passing them back to you.

"You're too observant for my own good, but fine, you win."

He set off once you'd slipped them back on, blowing you a kiss teasingly before turning to go about his way.

That man was beautiful and also going to kill you. And now you had to spend the rest of the school day feeling what he'd done to you. You just knew you'd end up in his bed again later.