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girl, so confusing // luke brandon field + eric bogosian

Arabesque; sebastian sallow | pt3 (m)

pairing: sebastian sallow x ballet!reader(f)

genre: strangers (to friends) to lovers

warnings: all characters are 18+!, angst, lots and lots of longing tension, smut, oral sex (f and m receiving), fingering, kissing, begging, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, very lovely dovey at the end:)

word count: 12k

chapter synopsis: A misunderstanding between you and Sebastian breaks out. After silence from your end, tensions reach a breaking point as you confront each other, emotions raw and unfiltered. Amidst the turmoil, you both grapple with trust and forgiveness, seeking to mend what has been fractured.

other notes: ahh the last chapter! this is the first time i've written proper smut. i hope you all enjoy reading :) feedback is always appreciated

links: ao3, masterlist

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The soft, ambient glow of the Room of Requirement bathed the space in a gentle light. You slowly blink your eyes open, adjusting to the morning rays of sun shining through the glass ceiling. You feel the comforting weight of an arm draped around you, soft light snores the only noise you can hear. Beside you on the couch, Sebastian is asleep, his hair tousled and eyes closed. The warmth of his body next to yours is a soothing presence, and the quiet hum of the room seems to wrap you in tranquillity.

Last night's memories washes over you, recalling the intense look on Sebastian's face as he brought you to ecstasy. Now, as you watch him sleep, that same face was softened and relaxed. The dusting of freckles across his nose and cheeks stands out against his pale skin, adding a boyish charm. His eyelashes cast delicate shadows on his cheeks, and his lips were slightly parted. The contrast between the fierce, almost predatory aura he had exuded last night and his gentle, vulnerable state now struck you deeply, making your heart swell with affection.

You gently move his arm and try to sit up, but he tightens his hold, drawing you back in. He groans softly in your ear, stirring in his sleep. Slowly, he opened his eyes, gazing down at you with a sleepy warmth before closing them again with a smirk.

“Trying to escape?” he murmurs, his voice deep and husky as he pulls you closer. Your heart flutters at the intimate proximity.

“We have class soon, Sebastian. We’re going to be late if we don’t get up,” you whisper, though you couldn't help but savour the warmth of his embrace.

“Fuck class, you need rest.” he groans, nuzzling his face into your neck and tightening his hold. His breath tickles your skin, sending shivers down your spine, and you couldn’t help but smile at his reluctance to let the moment end.

“My ankle is fine, really. And I wouldn’t want you to miss class either!”

“Why not? I can stay here and take care of you instead, just like I did last night.” his voice is low and teasing, filled with a playful tenderness. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, lingering kiss. The memory of last night’s passion mingles with the present warmth, making you feel cherished in his hold.

His kiss is a blend of sleepiness, affection, and longing. His hands, strong and possessive, press against your back, drawing you closer as if he can't get enough of you. The heat between you grows in intensity as his touch sets your skin ablaze. His fingers trail down your body, lingering at your hips before squeezing them firmly. Your bodies seem to meld together, fuelled by an intense desire that ignites with every touch. As his slender fingers slip beneath your shirt, tracing delicate patterns onto your skin, a shiver runs down your spine. You can feel his hardness pressing against you, mirroring the raw need reflected in his touch. With each passing moment, the fire within you burns brighter, consumed by the passionate connection between you both. He let out a soft groan as he feels you press into him. His grip on your hip tightens slightly and his kisses become more needy, more desperate as his desire for you grows. You feel the urge to linger in the moment, his closeness and care tugging at your heartstrings. Yet, a part of you knows that cutting class was not what you both need, especially with Sebastian already racking up a fair share of detentions.

“As much as I’m—mhmm—enjoying this, we should really get to class.”

He pulls away from the kiss, and looks at you, a hint of disappointment in his expression. Tracing his fingers along your jawline, he lets out a dramatic huff and takes a moment to study your face. "I guess you're right. Professor Weasley might actually have my head this time." You laugh as he reluctantly releases you from his embrace. "But don't think for a second that this is over," he adds with a playful smirk, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face.

As you both sit up on the couch, he gently examines your ankle, making sure that it wasn’t sore or swollen. His touch is gentle yet thorough as he checks.

"How does it feel? Any pain or swelling?" he asks, his voice laced with concern.

You smile warmly at his attentiveness. “Sebastian, I’m really okay,” you reassure him, appreciating his overprotectiveness. “It feels much better already, thanks to you.”

He studies your face for a moment, searching for any hint of discomfort. Satisfied, he nods slowly, a small smile playing on his lips. "Okay, if you're sure. Just... promise me that you’ll let me know if you need anything, alright?"

“I’ll take it easy, I promise,” you reply earnestly, meeting his gaze with a reassuring smile. He nods in response, his worry easing visibly. Extending a hand, he helps you to stand up.

As you finish dressing your own attire, you notice Sebastian’s tie was slightly askew. Stepping closer, you reach up to straighten it, your fingers deftly smoothing the fabric. His eyes follow your movements, watching you with a mixture of amusement and affection.

“You know,” you remark with a teasing grin, “we really should be more careful. Wouldn’t want Deek to walk in on us.”

“You’re right,” he agrees, a playful glint in his eyes. “We should be more careful. But it's hard to resist when you're so damn tempting.” he tugs you closer by the waist, his face burying in your neck, peppering you with playful kisses that made you giggle.

"Gods, I love hearing you laugh like that. It's my favourite sound in the world. Almost as good as you moaning my nam-,”

“Alrightttt, Mr. Casanova! Let’s go before we're late.” you chuckle, playfully tugging him towards the door.

As you leave the Room of Requirement, a wave of gratitude washes over you. Sebastian is guarding your secrets and offers you his unwavering support. The memories of your shared moments, particularly from yesterday, remains raw and vulnerable in your mind. His touch and words makes you feel cherished, desired, and completely alive — emotions you hadn't felt in quite some time.

The two of you stroll through the corridors side by side, engaged in conversation about the upcoming Charms class test and weekend plans. As you both walk, you notice more eyes on you than usual, lingering stares that made you increasingly uneasy.

“What’s going on?” he asks, his brow furrowing as concern replaces the usual sparkle in his eyes.

“Surely you’ve noticed people talking about us,” you reply softly, feeling the weight of the gossip as you glance around at the hushed conversations and curious glances directed your way.

He rolls his eyes dismissively. “I don’t pay attention to all that crap. What exactly are they saying?” As you approach a quieter section of the hallway, the usual bustling of students seem to quiet around you.

“That...we’ve been quite close...” you say, feeling the heat of embarrassment cover your cheeks.

"Close, huh?” Sebastian raises an eyebrow at your words, a mischievous smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “I suppose that's one way to put it. Though, 'close' is really an understatement, don't you think?" He teases, leaning in closer with a cheeky grin.

If you weren’t red before, you were definitely red now. You glance around nervously to make sure no one was eavesdropping before playfully tiptoeing up to him. With a quick peck on Sebastian’s cheek, you grin mischievously.

“Bye Sebastian!” You quickly say as you dash off in the direction of your class.

His eyes widen in surprise at your boldness. He was tempted to grab your arm and pull you back, but you were already gone, disappearing down the corridor like a fleeting dream.

She’s so cute, he thinks to himself, a soft smile playing on his lips as he shakes his head in disbelief, before turning and making his way to class, the warmth of your kiss lingering on his skin.

Entering the classroom, Sebastian notices the same unusual buzz of whispered conversations that had trailed him through the corridors. He choses to ignore it as he makes his way to his seat, where Ominis greets him with a knowing look.

“Ah, there you are. Where have you been? You weren't in your bed this morning,” Ominis remarks with a raised eyebrow.

Sebastian shrugs, pretending to be nonchalant. “Oh, you know, just had some things to take care of.”

“Hmm, that doesn’t sound shady at all. As long as you’re not getting yourself into more trouble than you’re already in. But anyways,” Ominis leans in closer, lowering his voice to a whisper. “Have you heard the rumours? About her?” Ominis mentions your name. Sebastian raises an eyebrow. Ominis was never one to meddle in the gossip around Hogwarts, so this was out of the ordinary for him. “About me and her? Well, yes, I heard about it this morning, and yes we have been getting closer-,”

“No Sebastian. Not about that. Something about her secretly practising ballet? Apparently, her mother passed away and it has something to do with that. And that she’s muggle-born? Don’t know where these rumours have come from.”

Sebastian’s stomach drops. The whispers this morning weren't about the two of them — they were solely about you. His eyes scan the room, taking in the clusters of students whispering. Anger surges within him. How could this have gotten out? You have been so careful, and the only person you have told was Sebastian himself. His mind is racing, recalling the tender moments you have shared, the trust you have placed in him. The thought of your vulnerability being exposed like this fills him with a mix of rage and helplessness. He wants to find the source of the rumours and put an end to them immediately.

"Where did you hear this?" his voice was edged with frustration as he turns to face Ominis.

Ominis shrugs. "I overheard it from some students this morning. But everyone’s talking about it like it's common knowledge now."

Sebastian clenches his fists, his mind racing with thoughts of how this could have happened. His heart sinks, imagining that you might have already heard people talking and suspected him of being the source. He needs to find you and set things straight, to reassure you that he has not betrayed your trust. 

"I need to go find her," he mutters, more to himself than to Ominis. His chair scraps loudly against the floor as he pushes it back and stands up abruptly, striding towards the door with a sense of urgency.

“But Sebastian, class is about to sta-,” Ominis begins, but his words fall on deaf ears. Sebastian is already out the door and walking towards the class you are in. As he approaches the grand hall, he spots Natsai pacing outside the classroom door, her expression wrought with concern. Upon seeing Sebastian hurrying towards the class with a distressed look on his face, she steps into his path.

"Sebastian, whatever you're planning to do, it's not a good idea," she pleads, placing her hand in front of him.

“I need to see her, get out of my way.”

“She’s not in class, she left a few minutes ago.”

“What? Where is she?” His voice is full of anxiety.

“I don’t know. She just stormed out, crying. I have just sent her an letter.”

Sebastian grabs his hair in frustration. She couldn’t have gone far, maybe she’s in the Room of Requirement, he thinks desperately. Panic surges through him, not knowing where you have gone or how you are feeling right now. He can’t understand how this could have gotten out. He has been so careful, guarding your secret with the utmost care. He would never tell a soul. The thought that you might believe he has betrayed you tore at his heart.

Determined to find you, he turns on his heel and sprints towards the Room of Requirement, hoping against hope that you would be there. As he runs through the corridors, his mind races with thoughts of how to reassure you, to prove that he has been keeping your trust. He couldn't bear the thought of you feeling alone and betrayed.

But once he reaches there, all he finds is a depressing blank wall staring back at him. He drops his shoulders in defeat, the weight of the situation pressing heavily on him. Leaning against the cold wall, he rakes a hand through his hair, trying to think of where you might have gone.

He needs to talk to you as soon as possible. Finding a quiet corner, he pulls out a piece of parchment and a quill, and begins to write. He attaches it to the leg of his owl, whispering your name to the bird. As it takes off into the sky, he whispers to himself.

“I’ll make this right.”

”Confringo!”

The poacher is thrown backwards from your spell, crashing into a makeshift tent. The sounds of battle echoes around the camp as you move swiftly, dodging curses and returning fire with precision.

You need this. The adrenaline, the focus, the distraction from the whispers and stares back at Hogwarts. The betrayal you feel stings deeply, and throwing yourself into action is the only way you can numb the pain.

Ducking behind a crate, you take a moment to catch your breath. The exhaustion from the past few days weighed heavily on you. You needed to get away from the paranoia, fearing it would consume you entirely, just as it had after your mother died. And fighting Rookwood’s Gang is a really good distraction from it all. You peek around the corner, spotting another group of poachers closing in.

“Expelliarmus!” you cry out, disarming one of the poachers before he could cast a spell at you. Another poacher charges at you, and with a swift movement, you dodge his attack and hit him with a stunning spell.

Your thoughts drift back to Sebastian, the charming Slytherin you had trusted with your secret. The anger and hurt flares up again, fuelling your determination. Why would he do this? I thought I could trust him. You fight back tears as you conjure Protego , deflecting another curse aimed at you.

As the last poacher falls, you stand amidst the chaos, panting heavily. The camp is silent now, save for the crackling of a few lingering fires. You lower your wand, exhaling deeply, trying to steady your racing heart. This was supposed to be a distraction, but the pain still remains.

Pain. The pain you had gotten used to when practising ballet was different to the pain you are feeling now. This pain is draining. This pain is palpable, a crushing weight that threatens to suffocate you. This pain is a deep, hollow ache that echoes through your whole being, leaving you feeling hollow and wanting to disappear.

You glance around the camp, making sure there is no more threats. Satisfied, you slump down on a nearby log, finally allowing yourself a moment of rest. The physical battle is over, but the emotional one rages on inside you.

You trusted him.

---

It’s been a week now. You have been trying to avoid walking around Hogwarts, and even persuaded Nurse Blainey that you have a bad case of the flu and got out of class for a week. Instead, you are either outside fighting duellists and poachers at night or dancing ballet. Right now, you have Verdi’s Dies Irae echoing through the room as you dance with relentless vigour, the pulsating rhythm ringing in your ears and driving your movements.

You have received many letters from Natsai and Poppy, both making sure that you are alright. You manage to send them one letter each, explaining that you need space, knowing they deserve to know. However, most of your letters came from Sebastian. You are pretty sure you have seen his owl more than your own this past week. Despite the stack of unopened letters, you can’t bring yourself to read any of them. You fear that the lies he may have conjured to justify his part in this drama, unwilling to confront the painful words they might contain.

The music comes to a stop as you finish on an Ecarté pose. You stand up straight and exhale deeply, the week-long exhaustion taking over your body. Your limbs ache from the exertion of your activities, cuts and bruises mark your skin from the fights. You definitely don’t look your best.

Your eyes drift to the stack of letters from Sebastian, arranged in a sad pile on the table. You reach out and hold one, running your finger along the edge of the envelope. At your angriest, you considered burning them all, desperate to erase him from your life and forget everything about him. But something held you back.

The room feels empty without his presence. Even Deek has inquired when ‘Mister Sebastian’ might return. Whenever he was here with you, his warmth filled the space, whether he was showing you the latest book he stole from the restricted section or him chasing your Puffeskin around with a grin on his face. He brought joy into your sunken life. And now the joy is gone.

Your gaze lands on the velvet couch, the same couch where you shared a passionate moment together. It feels like a lifetime ago since you felt the warmth of his body next to yours, his intoxicating scent lingering in the air, a blend of musk and cloves. The memory of his closeness, the way he whispered your name with such tenderness, now feels both achingly vivid and painfully distant. Each glance at the empty space makes you long for his touch, leaving you with a bittersweet ache in your heart.

You sink onto the couch, curling your knees up to your chest, unable to hold back the flood of tears any longer. The sobs come in waves, echoing through the empty room. In this moment, all you can do is surrender to the sadness that fills your shattered heart.

---

Sitting in potions class, Sebastian’s mind is a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. His arm on the table props up his head as he stares blankly into the air. It has been a week since he last saw or heard from you, though it feels like an eternity. He cannot shake off the emptiness inside him. He has tried everything - passing by the Room of Requirement, lingering outside your common room, even pestering Natsai for any news - but she tells him to give you space. All he wants is to make sure you are okay.

”Sebastian,” Ominis starts, his voice gentle but firm. “I know you’re not in the right headspace, but try to pay attention to class today. I’m worried about you,”

Sebastian's gaze fixes on the table across him, at your empty seat. His mind is far away from Potions class and every word spoken by Ominis seems to drift past him. His heart aches with a longing he couldn't shake, a deep yearning to see you, to know that you are safe and well. The silence from your end after the countless letters he has sent you pressed heavily on his chest.

The classroom buzzes with quiet chatter as students prepare for the lesson. The clinking of glass vials and the rustling of parchment filled the room, but to Sebastian, it’s all just background noise. Then, just as class is about to begin, the door creaks open.

The room falls silent as you walk in. All eyes turn towards you, but Sebastian's heart leaps at the sight of you. He couldn't believe his eyes. There you stand, but you look nothing like the person he remembered.

Your appearance is haunting. Dark circles painted shadows under your eyes, matching the fatigue etched deeply into his own face. Your usually lively complexion is now pale and drawn, making you appear almost fragile. Your gaze, once filled with warmth and determination, now holds a hollow emptiness. He can't bear to see you like this. This isn’t the girl he knows.

You pause at the entrance of the classroom, already aware of the stares directed your way. As you look around, your eyes meet Sebastian's, and for a moment, the room seems to fade away, leaving only the intensity of his gaze on you. His eyes reflect a mix of emotions, mirroring your own inner turmoil. But as quickly as the moment comes, your gaze falters and move to the floor.

”Ah, welcome back. Please find your seat,” Professor Sharp greets you.

You greet him back with a nod as you walk past and sit at your station. Your back is turned towards Sebastian, but your heart still aches intensely, the unresolved feelings gnawing at you. You couldn't bear to get through the lesson with his eyes on you, knowing that his gaze would only make it harder to concentrate.

Throughout the lesson, Sebastian found it impossible to concentrate. His eyes keep drifting back to your figure, noticing how you mechanically followed the instructions without your usual enthusiasm. He wants nothing more than to reach out to you, to comfort you in any way he can.

"Since you've been away, Professor Weasley and I have decided to help you catch up on last week's work," Professor Sharp announced, addressing you directly. "There are ingredients in the storage room in my office for you to create an Erudus potion. Retrieve them and complete the assignment.”

You thank him and rise from your seat, making your way towards his office, aware of Sebastian’s eyes burning the side of your head as you walk past him. Inside Professor Sharp's office, you spot the storage room on the right and open the door. It is dimly lit, shelves lined with an assortment of potions and ingredients. You try to remember which ones you need and start grabbing them. 

As you are about to reach for the last ingredient on the top shelf, you hear the door creak open behind you. Instinctively, you spin around and come face to face with the one boy you were dreading to see. Sebastian stands in the doorway of the storage room, his eyes locked on you. His presence fills the small space, his expression a mix of uncertainty and determination.

"Hey," he begins to say softly, voice tinged with worry. "I... I've been so worried about you.”

Your throat tightens, and you struggle to find your voice against the jumble of emotions swirling inside you. You turn away, attempting to compose yourself as your heart races. His hand hovers for a moment, as if he is unsure whether to reach out to you or not before he withdraws it to his side with a sigh.

“Please say something.”

Anger, hurt, and a flicker of longing all surges within you. "Sebastian," you start, your voice barely above a whisper. "I... I need space.”

“I know. I know. I’ve just missed you. Are you okay? That’s a stupid question to ask, of course you’re not-”

"I'm fine, I just…you should leave.”

"I-I can't just leave," he pleads. "I haven't seen you all week. You haven’t been responding to my letters.”

He moves a step closer to you, body pressed against your back. "I can't bear the thought of losing you.” he continues, his voice cracking with emotion. You close your eyes as he speaks softly near your ear, his warmth stirring the memories of shared moments and affection you had before all of this chaos.

"I miss you so much, sweetheart," he whispers with longing. "I miss your touch, your smile, your voice." His hand traces down your arm with a feather-light touch, sending a shiver through you. The sensation is electric, a reminder of the closeness you once cherished. His fingers leave a trail of warmth in their wake, making your heart ache for the intimacy you’ve been missing.

“Sebastian…” you trail off, torn between wanting to push him away and wanting to give in to his affection.

“Look at me,” he begs, the desperation palpable in each word.  “Please. I need to see your face.”

His warm breath brushes against the nape of your neck, leaving you feeling like a pile of jelly. You wrestle internally with the desire to push him away and the longing to surrender to the comfort he offers.

“Just hear me out. I never tol—,”

“I need time Sebastian.” you interrupt, your voice trembling as you try to maintain your composure.

“But—” his hand tightens on your arm, his desperation seeping through his grip.

“Please. I need time to think.” you turn slightly, enough to catch a glimpse of the pain in his eyes, but not enough to fully face him.

He hesitates to let go of his touch on your arm, but reluctantly pulls back. The air between you is thick with tension, a silence hanging between you both. You feel him shift behind you, his presence still palpable and overpowering. His arm stretches pass you, grabbing the last ingredient you need from the top shelf.

"Here," he says softly, passing the ingredient to you.

You glance at the glass jar before taking it from him, your fingers accidentally brushing against his. The brief contact sends a jolt through you, reigniting the turmoil of feelings you have been trying to suppress.

He steps back, and the absence of his warmth hits you immediately. His gaze lingers on you for a moment longer before he turns and quietly leaves the office. As the door closes behind him, you lean your head against the shelves, the weight of the past week crashing down on you once more. You close your eyes, trying to steady your breathing, and wonder how everything had spiralled so quickly out of control.

Hastily, you return to your station and add the ingredients to create a vial of the Erudus potion. You show it to Professor Sharp, who applauds your skills before dismissing the class. Hurriedly, you tidy up your work area and leave the classroom, avoiding all eye contact as you feel his eyes follow your every move.

The gnawing emptiness inside Sebastian grows bigger as he watches you walk out. It’s the kind of emptiness that only your presence can fill. He hates the distance, the silence, the pain in your eyes. Right now, all he can do was give you the space you asked for, even if it tore him apart inside.

---

The sun shines brightly as you sit on the soft grass in the vivarium. Your Puffskein lays comfortably in your lap, its fur soft and comforting under your fingers as you gently stroke it. The little beast snuggles closer, a content purr coming out. You close your eyes, letting the warmth of the sun and the gentle rhythm of your pet’s purring soothe your troubled mind.

That day in the storage room, the image of Sebastian's piercing stare, the closeness of him haunts your mind. Going to class was going to be a struggle, you knew that, but you can't afford to neglect your studies for longer. Yet, the sight of him standing in front of you left you shaken to your core. You yearn to know what he had to say, but you weren't emotionally ready to hear it just yet.

You sigh softly, your fingers still gently petting the beast in your lap. "I wish things were simpler," you murmur to yourself. Your Puffskein responds with a comforting purr.

Interrupting your thoughts, a familiar voice breaks through. “Miss, Deek apologises for disturbing you, but Deek wishes to discuss something with you.”

You open your eyes and glance up, meeting Deek's concerned look. ”Yes of course. Is everything okay?”

Deek hesitates before speaking. "Deek fears that Deek may have made a grave mistake," he confesses.

Your heart skips a beat, sitting up straighter. "What's wrong?”

“Well, you see, at your suggestion, Deek has been redecorating the paintings in the atrium. Deek moved one into the hallway outside, and it seems that this particular painting has spoken to a passing student about your ballet.”

Your breath is caught in your throat at Deek's words. Realisation hits you like a ton of bricks. The secrecy you have tried so hard to maintain wasn’t spread by Sebastian, it was one of your annoying moving paintings? The whole week you had internally blamed Sebastian for this whole chaos, avoiding him and disregarding him. And now you find out that it was all because of a mere painting? Gods, you just want to slap yourself.

“Who did the painting tell?” you ask, trying to keep your voice steady despite the rising anxiety.

“Deek knows its a Gryffindor student, but did not see the student’s face clearly. Deek is truly sorry Miss, Deek should have told you sooner,” he replies hesitantly.

You nod, trying to process the revelation. "Thank you, Deek. Please keep a close watch on the paintings from now on.”

Deek nods earnestly. "Of course, Miss. Deek will ensure this doesn't happen again."

As Deek leaves, you lean back against the grass, your mind whirling with a mix of relief and regret. You take a deep breath, feeling a sense of clarity settling over you, but the guilt lays heavy on your shoulders. You gently set your beast aside and stand from the grass.

As you make your way back inside the atrium, your gaze drifts towards the unopened letters arranged on the table.

You hesitate for a moment, your fingers hovering over the envelope at the top of the pile. The urge to finally confront the words battled against the lingering fear of what they might contain. Yet, you know you owed it to both yourself and Sebastian to hear his side of the story, to understand his feelings and intentions that have been so heavily clouded by your assumptions.

With a deep exhale, you pick up the first letter, carefully breaking the seal. Unfolding the parchment, your eyes scan the familiar handwriting, each word resonating with sincerity and longing.

Sebastian's letters are filled with heartfelt apologies, expressions of concern, and a desperate plea for forgiveness. Reading the words on the parchment, you feel a pang of guilt for shutting him out without giving him the chance to explain. Tears well up in your eyes as you realise the depth of his feelings, the hurt he had to endure during your week of silence. With each subsequent letter, Sebastian's voice grew stronger, his vulnerability laid bare on the page. He reiterates time and again that he was not the one responsible for spreading the gossip. You had just caused unnecessary pain.

Now sat on the cold floor with ripped envelopes around you, your fingers tremble slightly as you break the seal of the latest letter he has sent, and unfold the parchment.

My little ballerina,

These past few days without you have been agonising. Every moment feels like an eternity, filled with thoughts of you and the ache of not knowing where we stand.

I want you to know that I respect your need for space. I understand the turmoil you must be feeling, and I would give anything to ease your pain. If you need time to sort through everything, please take it. But know this, I will wait for you, patiently and unwaveringly.

It tears me apart to think that you might believe I could betray your trust. The rumours about you were not from me, nor would I ever entertain such thoughts. You are the light of my life, the beating of my heart, and I would protect you with everything I have.

I love you, more deeply than words can convey. The thought of losing you is unbearable. But I will wait, for as long as it takes, because you are worth every second of the wait. You are my soulmate, my everything, and I am here, waiting with open arms and a heart full of love.

Please, sweetheart, remember this: I am thinking of you constantly, and longing for the day when I can hold you close again. Know that my love for you grows stronger with each passing moment.

With all the love in my heart,

Sebastian

You feel all the breath knocked out of you. His words cut through the numbness that has clouded your mind for days. Hot tears run down your cheeks as you realise the depth of his love and commitment. He said he loves you— those three words tie you to him, regardless of the recent mayhem between you. In that moment, the walls you have built around your heart begin to crumble.

You long to reach out to him, to feel his comforting embrace around you. As the letter lays in your hands, you know that you need to see him immediately, to look into his eyes and hear his voice filled with the tenderness he had poured into these words.

You know what you have to do next. You pick up your quill and start writing a quick message.

Sebastian,

Meet me by the floating violins in the DADA tower. We need to talk.

Gathering his letters, you make your way there, determined to find Sebastian, knowing that it will take time and effort from both of you to rebuild what has been broken.

You floo to the tower, striding your way in the direction of the soft strains. As you approach the violins, you notice a few people casually gathered around, mingling with each other. Among them, you spot Natsai sitting on a nearby couch. She does a double-take, her eyes widening in surprise as she realises it's you. Quickly, she stands up and rushes over, wrapping you in a tight, heartfelt hug.

“Thank Merlin! I haven’t seen you in ages. Are you okay?” she asks, concern etched in her voice.

”I’m sorry for being so distant, Natsai. I didn’t mean to...” you feel so guilty. She shakes her head at your words.

”Don’t apologise,” she interrupts gently, pulling back slightly to look at you. “I know you needed time to heal, but I hope you do know I’m here for you.” She holds your hands in hers.

”What brings you here?” she inquires, her gaze searching yours.

”I’m meeting Sebastian,” you admit quietly.

She looks at you with a knowing expression. “Finally! He’s been nonstop asking about you, you know.”

You nod slowly in shame. "I feel so guilty, I just hope he’ll listen" you confess, the weight of the past week's emotions threatening to overwhelm you.

"He will," Natsai assures you with conviction. "Sebastian cares deeply about you. He's been waiting for this moment."

With a hesitant smile, you thank Natsai for her support. "It doesn’t look like he’s here yet. I’ll just wait for him and-,"

“Well, well, if it isn’t our secret ballerina,” A voice behind you drawls out, the tone dripping with mockery.

You turn at the disruption to see Leander Prewett sauntering over, his posture smug and his grin oozing with tease. His equally childish friends follow closely behind him, chuckling under their breath.

“Are you ready to perform your pirouettes for us?” His friends snicker behind him.

“Excuse me?” you reply coolly, attempting to keep your composure. You really didn’t need this to happen right now.

“Oh, don’t play coy,” Leander sneers, leaning in closer. You lean back, irritated at his presence. “Word travels fast in Hogwarts. Especially when the moving paintings gossip. Who knew you had such... quirky hobbies?”

You feel your cheeks burn with anger. So he is the  Gryffindor student your stupid painting has indiscreetly revealed your secret to. The surrounding students have begun to take notice, their curiosity piqued by the conversation between you both.

You take a deep breath, trying to maintain your composure despite the rising anger bubbling inside you. Natsai stands by your side supportively, and you’re thankful someone you trust is with you.

"I don't need to explain myself to you, Leander," you reply evenly. You are exhausted by all the stares and whispers swirling around you this past week. Enough is enough. "My interests are my own."

Leander's grin widens, clearly enjoying that you are bothered. "Oh, but it's so amusing to see the prim and proper fifth year hiding a secret." He pesters. “Especially a Muggle-born like you. Heard your mum kicked the bucket, didn't she? Shame she couldn't magic herself out of that one.”

His friends cackle at the jab, their laughter echoing around you, amplifying the humiliation. The surrounding whispers grows louder at his words, spreading like wildfire through the gathered students. You clench your fists, nails digging into your palms, struggling to maintain your restraint. How dare he bring your mother into this? Frustrated tears fill your eyes, threatening to come out.

As you open your mouth to refute Leander’s insults, he pulls you by your wrist, bringing you closer to him. You freeze in surprise, not expecting him to do that. You can smell his awful cologne and immediately try to get away from his grip.

”Why don’t we go somewhere quieter? Maybe you could put on a cute outfit and dance for me—,”

Before you can lash out at him, a fist connects squarely with Leander’s nose. You gasp out loud, and so did everyone else in that room. The force of the punch sends Leander stumbling backwards, his taunts cut short by a yelp of surprise and a hand to his nose. You could’ve sworn you heard something crunch.

Sebastian appears beside you, his expression stormy and chest heaving. Leander’s friends, frozen and stunned, stare in disbelief at Sebastian, who stood protectively in front of you.

"Don't you EVER speak to or touch her like that again," Sebastian growled, his voice low and dangerous as he jabs a finger in Leander’s direction to emphasise his threat.

“FUCK! You broke my nose, Sallow!” He screams on the floor in pain, holding his bloody nose.

You stand there in shock, gaping at Sebastian, then at Leander, and back to Sebastian again. Your expression was probably like a fish, mouth opening and closing in disbelief. The muscles in his jaw clenched tightly. His eyes, usually warm and inviting, now blaze with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. It was clear that he is seething with fury, his entire demeanour a stark contrast to the calm and composed boy you knew. His hands balls into fists at his sides, trembling slightly with restrained anger.

Sebastian’s focus is now on you as he turns to face you, his eyes softening briefly before rage fills them once more. He takes your arm in a firm grip and starts leading you away from the gathering crowd of students.

”Sebastian! Let me go!” You strain against his firm grip, but it's futile; he's much stronger than you. He says nothing, his jaw clenched tightly as he leads you down the stairs. You glance back at the scene you had just left behind. Leander was still on the floor, his friends gathered around him, murmuring in concern over his complaints of pain. If you hadn't known that Sebastian was the one behind this, you would've laughed straight in Leander's face.

Sebastian's hold on you loosened slightly as he guides you away from the commotion, his brows furrowed. As you follow him down the last flight of stairs and turn the corner, you recognise where he is taking you.

”The Undercroft? Seriously? You know this place gives me the creeps.” You question with a raised eyebrow as you both approach the entrance.

”Get in.” He commands, his face stoic as he looks down at you.

”Sebastian Sallow, don’t use that tone with me or else I swear I will—Ahh!” Before you could finish your sentence, he swiftly lifts you off your feet and slings you over his shoulder, catching you off guard.

He looks around, making sure no one is around and opens the entrance of the Undercroft, walking through the dark hallway as you hit his back in protest and demand him to put you down. He doesn’t seem phased by your actions, walking straight into the center of the room and placing you down carefully.

”What’s the matter with you! You can’t just do whatever you please. Like picking me up, or punching Leander, its not right!”

Irritation flashes in his eyes at your insolence, and narrows his eyes at you. ”Shut up and be quiet.” 

The way he says it doesn’t sound like an insult, and a jolt of arousal shoots straight your core as you do a double take. “Excuse me? You can’t tell me what to do—,”

”You haven’t spoken to me in days. I think you can shut your pretty little mouth a bit longer and let me speak instead.” His words are harsh as he starts pacing around the room.

Frowning, you stay rooted in your spot as you watch him pace back and forth in front of you. You keep silent just like he instructed, and instead take the moment to examine him head to toe. He is dressed in an olive wool jumper that clings lightly to his broad shoulders, the colour complementing his complexion. The sleeves are rolled up to his forearm, showcasing his veiny muscles. His face appears more sunken than usual, likely from the stress of the recent turmoil. His hair is longer than before, occasionally falling across his eyes as he pushes it away.

He looks so good, so hot, and you feel your core getting wetter at the sight of him. His relentless pacing wasn’t helping either, hands clenching at his sides so hard that you can see the veins probing out his arms. The way he tenses his jaw gets you feeling stuffy in your robe. He looks strikingly handsome and you missed him so much.

”One week.” He suddenly stops pacing and turns to stare at you with sleepless dark eyes. “One week you didn't speak to me. No letters, no messages, nothing. I didn't know if you were safe or if something had happened to you. Do you have any idea what I went through, wondering if you were okay? Wondering if I'd ever see you again?”

He pauses for a moment, his jaw clenching again as he tries to contain his vexation. "I have spent days searching for you, desperate for any sign that you were okay," he confesses, his voice edged with frustration and hurt. "I tried everything to catch a glimpse of you, to get some reassurance. But there was nothing. And all the while, I was trying to find out how your secret got out, because if you truly knew me, you'd know I would never betray you like that. I spoke to countless people, searching for answers, while you chose silence. Well, until I received your vague letter today.” A bitter chuckle escapes him, laced with a dark edge.

”And then I saw you in class,” his eyes searches yours. “So close yet so distant. You didn’t even bother letting me explain, like everything we shared meant nothing.” The words spat out his mouth in disbelief.

”That moment in the storage room…I've replayed it in my head many times. Being so close to you, smelling your scent after so long.” he closed his eyes as if he was remembering that day. He exhales in defeat and opens his dark orbs to look at you.

”I don’t think you realise the effect you have on me”, he steps closer to you, his face inches away from yours. “The things you make me feel. I would do anything to have your body close to mine again. To make you scream in pleasure again.”

"Sebastian..." You whisper, your voice barely audible, yet there was a hint of lust unmistakable in your tone. His eyes close briefly at you saying his name after so long, his breath brushing against your cheek. Exhaling deeply, he shakes his head, and then steps back to create distance between you. You nearly whimper at the loss of contact.

He doesn’t say anything for the span of three heartbeats, continuing to glare at you with hollow eyes. ”You are so stubborn. The most stubborn person I have ever met. All you needed to do was read my letters and see that I didn’t cause this mess. But no, you must be adamant to make my life more complicated.” his voice drips with jealously. “Clearly you care more about Leander’s condition-”

”I read your letters.” You quickly breathe out, stopping Sebastian in his tracks.

He freezes, his eyes widening in surprise as your words hung in the air between you. There is almost an electric charge filling the space. He processes your confession, the muscles under his jaw working beneath his skin. His voice, when he finally speaks, is softer yet edged with disbelief, his eyes searching yours for some hint of deceit.

"You... read my letters? All of them?"

You nod slowly, meeting his gaze steadily. Without breaking eye contact, you reach into your bag  your fingers trembling slightly as you pull out the stack of his letters. Holding them up between you, you let out a heavy sigh before dropping your hand by your side. "I did. I'm sorry I didn't sooner," you confess, your voice strained and barely above a whisper. "I should have trusted you."

For a moment, neither of you speak. The air is charged with an unspoken intensity, each second feeling heavier than the last. Sebastian's gaze bores into the pile of letters in your hand, and it kills you not knowing what he is thinking. At last, he advances toward you, his presence nearly suffocating as he stands close, his eyes ablaze with intensity.

"Why didn't you read them sooner?" he finally asks, his voice betraying a trace of hurt.

"I wanted to," you admit quietly, your heart wrenched at his voice. "I wanted to read them, but I was just so upset and so hurt. I was so scared of hearing your side of the story, I thought you betrayed me." Sebastian's expression softens at your voice breaking, his shoulders relaxing slightly as he listened intently to your words.

”Deek told me that he moved one of my paintings outside in the hallway, and it ended up telling Leander all of my secrets,” you continue, your voice slightly shaky with emotion. "And then he spread it around the entire school.”

Sebastian's face darkens with anger. "Fucking Leander. I’m going to kill him.”

Before he could react, you stride in front of him and look up at him. "That’s when I knew you didn't do it. And I opened your letters," you said firmly, wanting him to know that you trust him unequivocally now. He looks at you with an unreadable expression.

“I miss you so much,” you let out a sob. “My heart aches every second we are apart. I feel like I have lost a part of myself.” Tears stream down your cheeks as you pour your emotion to the boy in front of you.

"My days felt empty, my nights unbearable," you continue, your words halting between sobs. "I replay every moment we shared, torturing myself with what could have been different if I had just put my anger to the side.”

Your chest heaves, trying to catch your breath between sobs as you struggle to articulate the depth of your feelings. "I thought I was protecting myself, but all I did was hurt both of us," you confess. "I'm so sorry, Sebastian. I was scared and confused, but I should have trusted you. I should have reached out sooner.”

Sebastian stands silently before you, still processing what you have just said. The weight of your words hung heavily in the air. You study his face, eyes dancing to the features of his face; his eyes, his cheeks, his lips as you keep pouring out your thoughts.

“I love you.” You breathe out. Finally, a weight is lifted off your shoulders and your heart bloomed. “I love you so much, it hurts. You are my soulmate and I cannot bare to stay away from you for any longer.”

Silence envelopes you both, each moment stretching as you hold each other's gaze. The only sound in the room was soft rhythm of your synchronised breaths. Neither of you dares to break the stillness, both waiting for the other to make a move. Its almost as if time has stopped just for this moment between the two of you.

Sebastian’s shoulders slumps as he closes the gap between you with purpose. His hands reaches up to gently cradle your cheeks, using this thumbs to wipe away your tears. His touch is impatience — a longing to bridge the gap that had kept you apart.

With a rush of emotion, his lips presses against yours eagerly, igniting a fire of vulnerability between you both. Without a second longer, you drop the letters from your hand and to the floor, and instinctively wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss with hunger. A single tear escapes your eye, mixing with the kiss as the tenderness of his touch and the intensity of the moment overwhelm you both. As your lips part for breath, he whispers urgently, his voice laced with a plea, "Say it again.”

“I love you,” you breathe, your words punctuated by the press of his lips against yours. "With all my heart.”

A smile grazes his lips between your kiss, warm and gentle. With strength and ease, he lifts you effortlessly, carrying you to the desk at the corner of the room. The smooth surface of the polished wood presses against you as he places you down on the edge, his hands supporting you. Standing between your dangling legs, his touch is firm yet tender, gliding up and down your thighs with a familiarity that brings a rush of longing to your body. He had missed your presence so much, every day feeling incomplete without you by his side. But now, in this moment, everything feels right as his gaze meets yours and desire sparks between you both.

“Gods, I love you so much, its suffocating.” He whispers against your lips. You let out a deep sigh of contentment.

Your heart swelled, making it beat faster and harder until you could barely breathe. His lips were on your skin, leaving a trail of fire as they moved down your neck. You gasp as he presses his hard body against yours, and you could feel the heat radiating from him. As he grinded against your sensitive core, pleasure coursed through you so intensely and all you could do is let out a wanton moan.

”Mhmm I missed hearing you moan. My favourite sound.” Sebastian’s voice is husky as he quicky removes your robe and unbuttoned your shirt and bodice and chucked it somewhere on the floor. A hiss flowed from your lips as the coldness of the room hardened your nipples into peaks. Your fingers pinched the bottom of his jumper, tossing it overheard without regard for where it lands, desperate to feel his skin underneath your hands. He groaned at the sight of your breasts, latching onto your nipple with his mouth. You gasp, head lolling back at the sensation and you lie your back down against the wooden desk as he continues. He impatiently brings a hand up underneath your skirt and between your legs, gliding his fingers against your covered core. You’re soaked, just like he has imagined.

“Please, Sebastian.” You plead, and he complies to you begs, pulling your panties to the side to let two fingers run between your soaked folds, moving back and forth to collect your juices and repeating his actions over and over again. After a few strokes, he sinks two slender finger inside. You moan at the feeling of finally being stretched out, his fingers curling inwards as they massage inside you.

“Feels good sweetheart?” He asks as his teeth nip at your earlobe and his fingers pick up the pace.

”Shit yes, Sebastian! Don’t stop,” you moan loudly into his ear, sending shivers down his spine. Instantly, you hear him groan and he abandons your earlobe, kissing down your body and towards your core. He uses his other hand to spread your legs wide and buries his tongue right onto your clit.

“Fuck!” You exclaim, while his tongue begins laving up your clit quickly, His eyes stay stuck on your face, while you struggle to choose between shutting yours and looking down as he devours on your pussy. He eats you out savagely, as if he’s starving. You’re not sure if its your juices, Sebastian’s saliva or both, but the warm liquid runs down your core and onto the desk. Your legs begin to shake at the immense pleasure and you feel yourself getting close.

”Let go sweetheart, let me hear those sounds again.” He feels the way you tighten around his fingers, which has him speeding up, determined to have you barrel over the edge. His other hand moves up your body to pinch at your nipples, his orbs dark and sexy as they stay fixed to your face. His intense gaze turns you on even more and you can’t help but shamelessly grind against his warm muscle.

You feel dizzy, eyes blown out as he continues the slaughter on your cunt. Your back arches from the hard desk, head tipped back completely as your body jolts. Sebastian doesn’t stop, his hold on your breast steady and possessive while his fingers hit your g-spot. Your pussy clenches up before you know it and you feel the pressure inside you release as your orgasm washes over you. Explosions of hot white blurs your vision as you cry out. He continues to pump his fingers into you, riding out your high as he flicks his tongue over your clit over and over again.

You drop back on the desk, heaving to catch your breath. His face comes into frame, the light from the candles around the room casting a dim glow upon his face, and his lips glisten with wetness. “Fuck, that was so hot sweetheart.” he says as he extracts his fingers out, and when he brings them in front of you, they’re coated in a milky fluid. Without hesitance, he sticks them into his mouth. He moans at the taste and closes his eyes as he licks them clean. You prop up on your elbows, watching his actions with hooded eyes. It’s the hottest thing you have ever seen and the image is going to be burned into your mind forever. You suddenly feel a rush of adrenaline surge through you. Before he could do anything else, you jump off the desk and stand in front of him. You spin him around, pushing him so that he is against the edge of the desk. You kiss your way down his torso, lips brushing against the soft skin of his hip bone. You fall to your knees in front of him, eyes locked with his as you begin to undo his slacks. His chest rises and falls as he takes your figure in front of him, realising what you are about to do. You smirk as you pull his trousers down and take his cock out. You moaned at the sight, hand wrapping around his hard cock, slowly sliding it up his length. The swollen head is leaking with pre-cum and you can’t help thinking what it tastes like. So you inch forward to stick out your tongue to gently lick it. Saltiness fills your tastebuds and you hum in response.

“Oh my Gods.” He threw his head back with a delicious groan as you start to lap at the head and stroke him slowly with your hand. His hands fly to your hair, burying them in your locks as he guides your mouth. You sink onto him, lips wrapped around the girth and he sighs at the warmth that envelops him. The circling of you tongue makes his stomach build up with pressure, muscle flexing to keep him from thrusting into your throat.

You look up at him and nearly choke at the sight above you. It was one to behold as sweat starts to roll down his temples, his mouth slightly ajar and his hooded eyes slightly covered by his hair as he watches his cock disappear into your sweet mouth. The small moan you let out is muffled as his cock fills your mouth, and his body rattles at the vibrations. He guides your head down more, hands coaxing you, pushing you down further until he hits the back of your throat. Your hands move up to grab onto his thighs to steady your balance, letting your jaw fall slack as he fucks your mouth deeply. You’re choking, spit coming out from the corner of your lips. He doesn’t think you’ve ever looked prettier, eyes brimmed with tears, nose pressed against his stomach as you hum around his cock.

He pulls you off of him a few seconds later, letting out a gasp as you try to catch your breath. He fixes your messy hair, patting it down with care. His thumb finds the bottom of your lip, gliding it across the skin. “Shit, you love sucking my cock don’t you? Such a pretty fucking mouth.” He groans as he leans down to capture your lips, kissing you desperately. He pulls you back up on your feet and leads you on the couch, laying you down on your back. He undresses himself completely, before undressing your skirt and tights. “Want you so bad Sebastian.” You beg as he climbs over you, your pussy clenching around nothing as you feel his cock resting against you thigh. He ogles down at your body, admiring your sweaty glistening skin, and noticing some cut and bruises painted over. He brings his thumb to the scar just above your hip, gently tracing its length.

”This looks new. You’ve been out fighting again, haven’t you?” he murmurs, his voice tinged with worry as he glances up at you. You bite your lip in uncertainty, the silence confirming his suspicion. Sebastian’s eyes darken with protectiveness, his jaw clenching as he processes the thought of you in danger. He hates seeing you get hurt, especially when he knows that Rookwood’s lot caused this.

“It was just a distraction,” you whisper, your voice barely audible as you stare up at him.

Sebastian’s eyes soften as he listens, his thumb still gently caressing the scar. “Well, from now on, you come to me if you need a distraction.” His words are firm, yet tender, and he punctuates them with a soft kiss on your lips, sealing the promise between you. You watch as he wraps his hand around his shaft, stroking it a few times before lining it up to your entrance. He slides the tip up and down you slit a few times before he starts pushing the head into you.

“Oh Gods,” you moan as you spread you legs wider, your walls taking him in inch by inch. You hold onto his neck as he fully bottoms out inside you. A gush of breath leaves you at how deliciously full you feel. He takes a moment to allow you to adjust to his girth, until you peck his lips as a signal to move.

”Merlin, you’re so tight, taking my cock so well.” You bury your face in his neck at his dirty words as his cock slides effortlessly into your tightness. You can feel every inch of him brushing against sensitive skin as he begins to move slowly and carefully inside you. He hisses at the feeling of your tight walls around him, setting a quicker pace. His brows are furrowed in concentration, trying to hold himself back from releasing too early. He wants to prolong the pleasure, to see your face contort in ecstasy as you reach climax before him.

The sounds escaping your lips are muffled by his neck as you try to hold them back, and Sebastian doesn’t like that. His intent gaze meets yours as he sits up on his knees, never breaking his rhythmic thrusts inside of you. With a firm grasp, he lifts your leg and drapes it over his shoulder, intensifying the stretch and depth of his penetration. You roll your eyes back in pleasure at the new position, your moans rising to a high-pitched chorus that echoes off the walls of the empty room.

“Oh fuck, oh fuc—,” you whine as he pounds hard, hitting your g-spot as pleasure shoots through you. The sounds coming out of you are a serene melody to Sebastian’s ears, a contrast to how innocent you sometimes pretend to be. He fucks you with vigour, drilling into you as the explicit sound of skin slapping, moans, and names slipping from lips fill the room. He looks down at where you were both connected, mesmerised by the way your pussy engulfs him, as if you were made for him.

“Say my name, baby,” he growls, his voice deep and raw as he grabs your breast with a firm grip. Your skin tingles under his touch and you arch your back from the couch, desperate for more. He pinches your nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. “Tell me who fucks you this good.” You moan in response, revelling in the sensations coursing through you. “You, Sebastian!” you gasp, your words filled with need and desire. “It’s always been you.” His name rolls off your tongue like an enchanting tune, igniting a fire within him. As he continues to pleasure you, every inch of your being is consumed by him and the sheer ecstasy he brings.

“Good girl. I missed you so much, baby. I’ve been thinking of making you come all fucking week. Mhmm, how does my cock feel buried deep inside you?” He doesn’t give you a chance to respond as he continues his brutal pace into your body. Your toes curl in pleasure and your legs tremble as he continues his relentless pace, starting an inferno of desire inside your body. Every nerve ending in your body is on fire as he takes you over and over again, his words and actions sending you into a state of pure ecstasy.

“Wanted you so bad, and now I have you right where I want you. Now I want you to come for me. Can you do that for me sweetheart? Can you come all over my cock?”

His voice drips with desire and longing, each word a plea for you to fulfil his carnal desires. His thumb finds your throbbing clit, moving in fast, expert circles to bring you closer to the edge. The combination of his words and the intense stimulation drives you wild, your body responding with tremors of pleasure. As you tumble over the edge, your eyes roll back in ecstasy and your jaw fall slack in surrender. Your legs starts shaking uncontrollably as a second orgasm washes over, your core clenching tightly around Sebastian as he continues to thrust inside, chasing his own release.

“Shit. You look so fucking pretty when you come for me.” Sebastian leans in close, his breath hot against your skin as he smashes his mouth on yours. His hips stutter and falter in their rhythm as he nears the edge of release. You peck at his lips, desperate for him to use you to find his release. "I'm on the potion," you moan, "please come inside me." His head rolls onto your shoulder in pleasure at your words as he continues to thrust into you, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing the room.

"Fill me up," you plead, "please..." Before you can finish, he groans and hisses through gritted teeth, forehead pressed against yours as he reaches his climax. A low husky moan escapes his lips as he stills inside you, filling you with his load and covering your walls with his essence. Your body responds instinctively, clenching around him and grinding against him to prolong his pleasure.

“Fuck,” A deep sigh escapes his lips as he withdraws from within you. Collapsing onto the couch beside you, he pulls you against him, seeking comfort and solace in your embrace. You shift to his side, pressing into him as you entwine your limbs together. The warmth of his skin radiates heat that seeps into yours, creating a comfortable cocoon of intimacy.

“I love you so much,” his gaze is filled with deep adoration as he looks into your eyes. His words carry a weight of love and devotion that radiates from his soul. “My soulmate, my everything.” Every syllable is spoken with tenderness and sincerity, melting your heart in the process.

“I love you too, Sebastian. Will all my heart.” In that moment, it felt like time stood still and nothing else mattered besides the love shared between the two of you.

“Look what I bought from Hogsmeade!”

You and Sebastian are walking from Hogsmeade back to Hogwarts, the sunset casting the sky in a mesmerising blend of orange and pink hues. The spring landscape glows warmly, the beauty of the school striking against the colourful sky. You had gone to buy some supplies, and Sebastian had been at the Three Broomsticks with some friends. But as soon as you were done, he ditched his friends without a second thought (not a hard decision for him) and decided to escort you back to school. Now, with his hand enveloping yours, you chatted casually about your purchases.

Fishing the new ballet flats out of your bag, you hold them in front of his face. “Got them from Spintwitches. Aren’t they so pretty? I can’t wait to wear them!” you chime, your excitement palpable.

Sebastian chuckles at your enthusiasm. He loves when you’re this happy, the way your eyes light up and your entire demeanour radiates joy.

“They’re beautiful,” he said, his voice warm with affection. “But not as beautiful as the person wearing them.”

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks, and you playfully nudged him with your shoulder. “Always the charmer, aren’t you?”

He grinned, squeezing your hand gently. “Only for you.” he leaned in, his lips finding yours in a tender, passionate kiss. The world around you faded away, leaving just the two of you in that perfect, magical moment. After rekindling in the Undercroft last year, you and he became inseparable. Through every twist and turn, he was by your side, and you by his.

You walked in a comfortable silence for a few moments, until you spotted two students approaching. They seemed nervous, nudging each other as if urging the other to speak first. Their faces were flushed, and they kept glancing at you with wide, eager eyes.

"Hi, sorry to bother you!,” one of the girls said, looking at her friend for help, but she only nudged her shoulder to keep speaking. “But, um, can you tell us more about ballet? It looks so cool!" her voice filled with excitement and curiosity. She looks quite young, as if she was in first or second year.

The other girl beamed at you, her eyes sparkling with interest. "Yeah, we read a book about it and there was all these cool poses you can do! You should start a club at Howgarts."

You felt a mixture of surprise and delight at their interest. After all the gossip and torment that followed you last year, you did not expect this response from anyone. You look at Sebastian, an amused look on his face. You turn back to the girls. "Oh, really?" you said, smiling warmly. "I'm glad you're interested! Ballet is such a beautiful and expressive art form. It's all about grace, discipline, and storytelling through movement." You could see their eyes light up even more as you spoke, hanging on every word.

Sebastian watched you with a proud smile, his eyes shining with admiration. He squeezed your hand a little tighter, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.

"That sounds amazing!" the first girl said, her eyes wide with enthusiasm. "We would love to learn more and maybe even try it ourselves."

You nodded, feeling a surge of inspiration. "You know what? Starting a ballet club sounds like a fantastic idea. We could meet a few times a week, and I can teach you the basics." Your mind raced with ideas, picturing a group of students practicing pliés and pirouettes in a classroom.

The girls exchanged excited glances, clearly thrilled by the prospect. "That would be awesome! Thank you so much!"

"Of course," you said, your heart swelling with happiness. "I'll talk to Professor Weasley about it and see what we can arrange. In the meantime, feel free to come by and ask me any questions you have. I'd be happy to help."

As the girls thanked you again and hurried off, their excited chatter fading into the distance, Sebastian squeezed your hand gently. "Look at you, inspiring the next generation of dancers," he said with a grin. His eyes were filled with pride, and his smile was so genuine it made your heart flutter.

You laughed, feeling a warmth spread through you. "I never imagined this would happen. It's amazing how things turn out."

Sebastian leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. The gesture was tender, filled with affection and pride. "I am so glad I followed you into the room of requirements that day."

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his, a sly smirk playing on your lips. "That day changed everything, didn’t it?" you replied softly. "I remember being so startled when you just appeared out of nowhere."

He chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Startled? I think you were ready to hex me on the spot," he teased, remembering how you turned around to face him with your wand pointed at him.

"Maybe I was," you admitted, your smile widening. "But I'm glad you did. I wouldn't have realised how lonely I was before you or... well, how much I love you."

Sebastian's gaze softened, his thumb brushing gently against your cheek. "And you wouldn’t have been my girlfriend either," he cheekily said. "This is all thanks to me."

You laughed, the sound light and carefree. "Alright, I’ll give you that one," you said, poking him playfully in the ribs. "But only because you’ve made my life infinitely better since then."

Sebastian grinned, capturing your hand and bringing it to his lips for a gentle kiss. "You’ve made mine better too, my little ballerina." he murmured, his eyes locking onto yours with a tenderness that made your heart flutter. “Now, why don’t we hurry back before it gets dark? Maybe you could show me how those flats look on you. Preferably with nothing else on—,”

You bellow with laughter as you swat his back as he jokingly runs away from you. You smile to yourself, thinking about that fateful day in the Room of Requirement. It turns out, Sebastian catching you practicing ballet was the best thing that has ever happened to you.

anddd thats the end of my first series! make sure you follow and like my posts, i've got more ideas coming soon

Wanted (BloodBound)

Samantha explores the world through a new perspective as she gets involved with Adrian Raines, one of the members of the Vampires Council, and Jax Matsuo, leader of the Clanless vampires. [Series playlist]

Warning: This series contains mature content (detailed description of sex scenes, blood drinking, blood kink, violence and death). Reader discretion is advised.

Against The Rules 

Sucker For Pretty Faces

Synesthetic

Night stroll

Favorite Person To Save 

Dangerous Things 

Things She Will Regret: Part 1 - Part 2

Mistakes And Chain Reactions: Part 1 - Part 2

Repercussions

Breakdown

Two Sides Of A Breakup (Lily’s POV) 

Giving In Part 1 - Part 2

Making It Right ✨ new ✨

A Keeper

Playtime

What She Wants/What He Needs

Fulfilling Her Whims

louis de pointe du lac — denial is a river

*sigh* me and may friends paid Theo Solomon to say in Wyll's voice that he's "in da club straight up jorkin it" so of course I have to infect as many people as possible with this newly created cursed audio

Update: we met him at dragoncon and he actually recognized us from the cameo 😭 he was very sweet and enjoyed our wyll ravengard fanclub/sus coven shenanigans

Masterlist

October Sun

you had a secret. one that you'd been sworn to keep since gurgling your first words. you hadn't planned on making your abilities known, but when devilishly handsome Wally Clark—died October 1983—accidentally reveals that your classmate and friend is among the community of ghosts haunting your high school, you throw caution to the wind. suddenly, you find yourself completely immersed in the mystery of Maddie's death while also at the mercy of a wayward, lust-connection between yourself and Wally, desperate to keep your head above water as your connection to the spiritual world is tested.

warnings: eventual smutty smut smut. and mad spoilers. and obvious Canon divergence. very involved, very dense plot.

below is the complete list of chapters of October Sun (Wally Clark x fem!reader). you can also find all content related to October Sun HERE and it is also available on AO3.

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PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5

PART 6 | PART 7 | PART 8 | PART 9 | PART 10

PART 11 | PART 12 | PART 13 | PART 14 | PART 15

PART 16 | PART 17 | PART 18 | PART 19 | PART 20

PART 21 | PART 22 | PART 23 | PART 24 | PART 25

PART 26 | PART 27 | PART 28 | PART 29 | PART 30

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