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The Wizard's Apprentice - Chapter 73

Saffron is just a lowly apprentice with barely a successful firebolt to her name. So what chance does she have with the arch mage she's slowly falling in love with?

Gale x Tav, slow burn, eventual smut

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It was hard to say which out of Saff and Karlach were more excited as they entered the Circus of Last Days. 

The buzzing atmosphere, the delighted shouts and laughter, the music, the spectacle… Saff loved it all. The free entry meant it was a popular day trip for the orphanage she grew up in, and she had many fond memories of the hours spent there with her friends. As children they’d never received any money to spend and could only enjoy the free attractions, but today that was no longer the case.

“What are you going to do with a disguise kit?” Gale questioned as she walked away from the mummy, proudly holding her latest purchase. 

“Disguise myself, obviously,” she joked, putting it into her bag. “I haven’t decided who I’m going to disguise myself as yet, but I’m sure I’ll find a use for it! Now, what’s next?”

“A djinni with a spin-to-win game. The odds are significantly against the player, it would be a waste of money to-” “Ooh I wanna play!” She gasped, running over. Gale sighed deeply, and followed. 

Karlach was already there, watching the wheel spin, fists balled in excitement. Wyll and Malitas were with her, Wyll watching in good faith while Malitas eyed the wheel with a suspicion Saff didn’t notice at all as she ran up to them. 

“Come on, come on!” Karlach was chanting, til the wheel finally stopped, just past the jackpot. 

“ALAS - NO JACKPOT FOR YOU, UGLY ONE. BUT YOU MAY HAVE THIS!” The djinni declared, presenting her with an old pair of boots that pulsed dimly with a hint of Weave. 

“Aww…” she murmured, but quickly chased away her disappointment as she turned to Saff. “Are you gonna try?”

“Of course!” She announced excitedly, running up and handing her money over. 

Gale decided to try to forget his scepticism about such games, and instead focused on the excitement it gave her, despite knowing it was almost impossible to win.

He was rather surprised when the wheel landed on the jackpot.

“Yes!!” Saff gasped in delight, unable to believe her luck. “I got it! I can’t believe it!” “CHEATER!” 

She almost stumbled back in surprise as the djinni suddenly roared over them. 

“YOU THIEF! YOU CHEATED!”

“Wha… what? I didn’t cheat!” She objected, looking quite nervous as she stepped backwards. Gale took a step forward protectively.

“Is that really how you treat your winners? Immediately assume they’ve cheated?” He snapped accusingly, narrowing his eyes at the djinni. 

“LIAR!” He shouted at her, even louder than before. “ENJOY THE JACKPOT, MEWLING CURD!”

He raised his hands and in a poof, Saff was gone. 

Immediately, they prepared for a fight.

“What have you done with her?!” Gale shouted, and Malitas was at his side in an instant, irate with anger.

“Bring her back, now!” He demanded, but the djinni was unphased. 

“SHE GOT HER PRIZE, TAKE YOUR TURN OR MOVE ALONG,” he said dismissively, waving them away. 

“Bring her back or I will incinerate you!” Gale roared, flames flaring at his fingertips. It wasn’t very often he got so angry, but it also wasn’t very often the love of his life disappeared into thin air. 

“I SAID, MOVE ALONG!” The djinni insisted, his voice growing with anger. 

“If you do not bring her back,” Malitas began, “I will drag your soul through the depths of Avernus then eradicate it from existence!” 

The argument grew louder and louder as Karlach and Wyll joined with threats of their own, and soon they had a small audience gathering around them. Before long the whole group were with them, shouting angry threats until there was nothing but pandemonium… until a voice cut through the noise. 

“HEY!!!” They all went silent and turned to see Saff, who looked like she’d been dragged through a hedge backwards. 

“YOU SENT ME TO CHULT!!” She cried angrily as she glared at the djinni. “I nearly got eaten by a dinosaur!! What the hells?!” 

Gale’s anger dissipated immediately to relief, which then quickly turned back to anger once more when he realised how much danger she’d been in. Furious, he turned back to the djinni, who still looked unphased. 

“HAH! HOW DID THE DESPICABLE CHEATER ENJOY HER VACATION?” The djinni taunted smugly.

“I didn’t cheat!!” 

“YES YOU DID!” “No she didn’t! I did!” Malitas shouted, looking exasperated as he glared at the djinni. “I saw what you were doing, changing the result with a Mage Hand. So I did the same.”

“YOU ARE THE CHEATER!?” The djinni announced in a mixture of surprise and anger. “THEN YOU WILL HAVE YOUR JACKPOT!”

“If you even think of sending me to Chult-” Malitas began, before disappearing in a puff of magic. 

The djinni barely even had time to open his mouth to speak before there was the woosh of a portal, and Malitas was back. 

“I’m afraid that isn’t quite so effective on me,” he said to the djinni through gritted teeth. “You’ll have to try harder than that.”

“THEN BEHOLD MY FURY!” The djinni declared, raising his hands. 

“Whatever you’re planning-”

Malitas was cut off once more by another puff of magic. There was a brief moment where the others didn’t quite know what had happened, til they all saw the cheese wheel on the ground where he’d been standing. 

“NOW, WHO’S NEXT? 500 GOLD A SPIN!” The djinni announced to the crowd. 

Saff decided she wasn’t going to waste any more time arguing with this djinni, so picked up the cheese wheel and led the group away. 

They found a secluded table and she placed the cheese wheel on it, then stepped back next to Gale as they both pondered what to do. 

“It’s just a Polymorph spell, right?” She asked, watching the cheese intensely. “So it should wear off soon?”

“Theoretically, yes. But djinn are powerful creatures. Who knows what the exact nature of this spell is,” Gale said, stroking his chin in thought. 

“Can we just cast Dispel Magic if it doesn’t wear off? Or Polymorph him into an elf?” Saff wondered, looking over at Gale. 

“I think I like him better this way,” Astarion said from behind her, only half-jokingly. 

“We are not leaving him like this!” She said firmly, and luckily they didn’t need to spend any more time wondering what to do as there was a sudden puff of magic and Malitas was back, sitting on the table with a surprised look on his face that quickly turned to anger. 

“That damnable djinni…” he muttered angrily as he stood up and began to storm back towards the djinni, until Saff quickly moved in front of him and pressed her hands against his chest to stop him. 

“No no no! We don’t need to start another fight with him!” She insisted, trying to push him back. “Look, the whole argument has spread through the circus and now no one will play his game cause they all either know they can’t win, or don’t want to be turned to cheese,” she said, gesturing behind them towards the djinni, who was desperately and unsuccessfully trying to get anyone to come to his stall. 

“Hmm…” Malitas murmured as he watched. “I suppose that is revenge enough.” He then looked down at Saff. “Are you ok? That jungle did not look very hospitable from the brief glimpse I saw of it.” 

“I’m fine. I only nearly got eaten by a dinosaur,” she joked. He chuckled, then shook his head slightly. 

“I suppose we’d best move on to whatever awaits us next in this gods-forsaken circus then,” he said, glancing around. 

“That’ll be the dryad over there!” Karlach announced, immediately running over. Malitas headed off with the others and Saff went to follow, til she felt Gale’s hand on her shoulder. 

“Are you sure you’re ok?” He asked softly. “Even nearly getting eaten by a dinosaur can be quite the ordeal.”

She smiled warmly, leaning into him in a hug to show her gratitude for his concern. 

“Yes, I’m ok. Luckily I was able to find a portal back. For some reason it came out in one of the outhouses,” she said, gesturing to the wood outhouse she’d materialised in on the outskirts of the circus. 

“That… is a curious place for the portal to be,” he agreed with a chuckle. He looked back at her, then raised his hand and gently plucked a leaf from her hair. 

“Never a day without an adventure, huh?” She joked, taking his hand and going ahead with the others towards the dryad. 

They found Wyll and Karlach with her, seemingly under some sort of spell as they both stood in front of her, eyes closed and a shimmer of purple magic surrounding them. 

“Looks like an illusion spell,” Gale commented, eagerly inspecting the magic in front of him. “I’d wager they’re both seeing something quite different right now.” 

“Apparently it’s some sort of love test,” Astarion explained with a roll of his eyes. “Honestly, sounds like a waste of-”

“OHMYGODGALECANWEDOIT?!” Saff gasped in excitement, almost reaching a pitch hitherto unknown to man. 

“Sounds most magical,” Gale said with an enthusiastic nod. “Let’s have at it!” 

Unfortunately for them, fate had other plans in store. 

Watching the dryad’s limbs twist and her bones break until finally she snapped her neck back into place left everyone stumbling back in shock. 

The revelation that Orin was a shapeshifter hung over the group, leaving a nervous tension among them as they looked at the crowd that surrounded them, suddenly aware that she could be anyone at any point. This nervousness was reinforced when Dribbles and his assistants also turned out to be doppelgangers. 

Saff sat on a nearby bench, numbly watching as the remaining circus workers hurriedly cleared away the bodies left after the fight. Gale took her hand as he sat down next to her, looking at her in concern. 

“I remember the circus being more fun than this when I was a kid…” she murmured, sighing as she rested her head against his shoulder. 

“We’ll have to come back sometime, when the threat of the Absolute doesn’t hang over us,” he decided, putting his arm around her. 

“Mmm…” she murmured despondently. “I can’t believe Dribbles is dead…” 

“Ah, ahem, yes… a terrible loss.” 

She almost had to laugh at his attempt at sympathy. 

“I know he wasn’t exactly riveting entertainment for adults, but as a kid, I loved seeing him. He was the highlight of the circus, one of the few things we didn’t have to pay for. And I know the kids in the orphanage today are gonna be distraught to hear about this,” she said sadly, hanging her head. 

“Well, let us hope another performer can take his place,” Gale offered, biting back the temptation to add ‘perhaps a better one’. 

“Mmm…” she hummed in agreement, glancing round the circus as the performers and vendors gradually tried to get back to their usual activities. “Maybe I’ll make myself feel better by buying a naked statue of you,” she teased with a playful smile as she looked up at him.

“I’d really rather you didn’t,” he warned, mostly sure that she was joking. She chuckled as she sat up and glanced towards the exit. 

“Looks like the others are ready to go. Guess you’re saved from the naked statue… for today.” 

The group headed off from the circus and towards Sharess’s Caress, though Astarion would not miss an opportunity for some light teasing before they arrived.

“I’m surprised you let that djinni off scot-free,” he said to Malitas, a smirk spreading across his lips. “I would have been rather cheesed off if I were you.”

“Couldn’t agree more,” Gale added. “It wasn’t very mature of him.”

“I couldn’t brie-lieve it,” Saff teased, trying to stifle her laughter, and soon the whole group were in on it. 

“It must have been pretty grating.”

“I’d have been wheely pissed off.”

“He’d cheddar not do that again.”

Eventually Malitas stopped and turned to them all.

“Do any of you have any idea how unpleasant it is to be turned into a wheel of cheese?” He asked. The group shook their heads. “Would you like to find out?”

The threat did its job and they managed to reach Sharess’s Caress without another cheese pun. 

Lae’zel hastily led the group off to find Voss and took charge of the ensuing conversation with Raphael, until the crown was mentioned. 

Hearing that the crown was, in fact, the Crown of Karsus, came as no small shock to them, shock that quickly turned to anger when Raphael revealed his intentions with the crown.

“Handing that crown to you would be like feeding gunpowder to a lava worm! We agree to nothing!” Gale spat, glaring at Raphael with rising anger.

“Kaincha! You would refuse the devil’s deal?” Lae’zel objected, turning her fury to Gale. “I need that hammer to free my prince, and I will not let you stand in the way!”

“And I will not let you give a devil the means to become a god!” Gale retorted, prompting Saff to quickly step between them and try to de-escalate the situation.

“Stop, both of you! Lae’zel, we want to rescue Orpheus too, but this is too high a price. We’ll find another way.” 

A chill went down her spine as Raphael began to chuckle at her words. 

“Another way? Oh, my sweet little mouse - there is no other way. Either you agree to my terms, or Orpheus rots in his prison for eternity.”

“There is always another way,” Malitas said calmly, “and I assure you, devil, we will find it. This does not end with the crown in your hands.” 

“My, my, such confidence!” Raphael laughed, his lips curling up in amusement. “And coming from one who is not even infected. One might wager you wish to use the crown for yourself, for your own ends… why else would you go to such lengths to fight for a cure you do not even need?”

Saff narrowed her eyes at Raphael, recognising his attempt at sewing mistrust within the group, but Malitas wasn’t phased. 

“I see the concept of having friends is a foreign one to you,” he retorted, turning Raphael’s smirk into a flash of annoyance at the insult. 

“Go ahead - try to find another way. Waste your time desperately searching until you realise you have no other option but to use the hammer, which lies secured in my House of Hope. I am the only chance you have to free Prince Orpheus.” 

“Is that so? Secured in your vaults, is it?” Malitas questioned, a smile playing on his lips. “Just as secure as the crown was when it was taken by mortals, I’m sure…” 

His implication was obvious, and drew a laugh from Raphael. 

“Ha! How amusing it would be to see you try. But be warned - the fires of the hells burn hot, and I would hate to see you burned.”

“That is very true,” Malitas agreed as he headed to the door to leave. “But know this, devil…” 

He paused as he reached the door, turning back to face him. 

“You are not the only one here with fire in their veins.” 

Convincing Lae’zel to be content with the plan of stealing the hammer was a conversation that lasted all the way back to the Elfsong, but by the time they arrived, she was finally on board with it. 

It was late in the evening when Saff plopped herself down on the bed in front of Gale, smiling at him over the book he was reading. 

“Something’s got you excited,” he commented as he closed the book and put it aside. 

“I don’t know about you, but I was gutted not to be able to do the love test. So…” 

She produced a small, folded piece of paper from her pocket. 

“I got Karlach and Wyll to write down the questions they had so that we could ask them of each other!”

“Ah, an inspired idea!” He complimented as he sat forward, curious to know what sort of questions awaited them. 

“I haven’t read them yet, so they’ll be new to both of us. I think it was three questions each, but we both might as well answer all of them. So… ready?”

Gale gave her an eager nod, and she opened the page and looked at the first question. 

“What, on their darkest day, would make them smile?”

Her eyes flicked up and met his, the two of them looking at each other with a knowing look.

“Would it be too cheesy just to say each other?” she asked with a chuckle. 

“Cheesy perhaps, but also true. The thought of you always brings a smile to my lips,” he said softly, bringing a blush to her cheeks.

“The same is true for me,” she said sincerely. “Though if all the questions are gonna be like this, shall we say we can’t answer with ourselves? Otherwise this’ll get pretty old pretty fast.” 

“Heh, agreed,” he said with a nod. 

She looked down at the next question, and sure enough, it was a question made much more interesting when they couldn’t answer with themselves.

“Who do they most admire?” 

They looked at each other, each contemplating their answer for the other. 

“I think… Elminster,” Saff answered after a moment.

“Indeed, yes. A mentor when I was a child, and a good friend as an adult. I do hope you’ll get to meet him at some point, hopefully under better circumstances than the last time I saw him.” 

“I hope so too,” she agreed, though as exciting as the prospect was, she couldn’t deny the thought of meeting the most famous wizard in the realms also made her, in some ways, more nervous than the thought of taking on the elder brain.

“And for you…” Gale considered, stroking his chin, “I could answer the famed Jaheira or the great Blade of Frontiers, given how excited you were when we first met them both. But I don’t think it’s fame you admire most, nor stories of great heroism. I think it’s something a bit closer to home, someone who helped you personally. I think it’s Malitas.” 

She smiled to herself and nodded.

“Yeah, you’re right. He gave me a chance when no one else did… saw something in me when most people just saw a struggling waitress in a lower city tavern. Like you said with Elminster - a mentor, and a friend.” 

She paused for a moment as she reflected on each of their answers and the similarities between them, before looking down at the next question. 

“What is their greatest regret?” 

“My, what a change in tone,” Gale murmured as they both looked at each other, an answer immediately coming to their minds. 

“The orb?” Saff asked softly, looking at him in sympathy. 

“It is the obvious answer I suppose, isn’t it? Certainly it’s the first thing that came to mind for myself, as well. And yet, I am well aware that had I never found the orb, I would likely never have been taken by that Nautiloid, would still be Mystra’s lover… and would never have met you,” he said emotionally, looking at her with a loving smile. “So can I truly regret something that, despite the pain, has bought me so much joy?” 

She chuckled softly, the blush returning to her cheeks once more. 

“Well, if that isn’t your answer, then… I’m afraid I don’t know,” she said honestly. He hummed as he thought about it. 

“I like to look back on my life with some sense of pride for most of what I’ve done, though perhaps one thing does stand out for me,” he said, lightly placing his hand on hers. “I regret not telling you the truth about the orb, and myself, sooner. Seeing the pain in your eyes when Malitas told you the truth of my folly… when you realised I was not the man I’d led you to believe I was… oh, how I wish I could change that. It may have all worked out in the end, but perhaps certain confrontations could have been avoided, had I been honest from the beginning.” 

She looked down slightly, placing her other hand on his.

“Perhaps… or perhaps, as you’d said at the time, the others would have forced you to leave the group. I don’t blame you for doing what you did,” she said, bringing a smile to his lips. 

“I am glad to hear that,” he said, before his expression shifted to one of sympathy. “And, as for you…” 

She sighed and looked away slightly. 

“I suppose there’s an obvious answer for me too, though mine doesn’t come with a silver lining,” she murmured. 

“Aryn,” he said, and she nodded. 

“I wish I’d never met him. Wish I’d never got together with him, wish I’d broken up with him sooner… but the past is the past, and I have someone better to think about now,” she said with a smile, wanting to get back to happier subjects. 

The questions seemed to have other ideas in mind though. 

“Oh, uh…” she murmured, wincing as she read the next question. “Who do they loathe the most?”

Gale winced too, seeing that this subject wasn’t one they could move on from just yet. 

“Dare I suggest the same answer as the previous question?” 

Saff paused, her eyes lingering on the question as she contemplated her answer. 

“I… I don’t know. I don’t know if I’d say I loathe him, I just… want nothing to do with him ever again. There’s gotta be people more worthy of loathing. Ketheric, Orin, Gortash…” 

Her tone darkened and a look Gale hadn’t seen before came to her face as she realised what the answer truly was. 

“Mystra…” 

The revelation took him by surprise. 

“Mystra? Truly? I… did not realise you felt so strongly about her.”

“How can I not?” She asked, finally looking up at him. “After everything she did to you, everything she demanded of you, everything she still demands of you. After how much she hurt you… and to know that she’ll never face any consequences, any comeuppance, because she’s a goddess. It’s so… unfair! What justice is there in the world if gods can treat their followers like this?”

“Justice enough to lead me away from her arms and into yours,” he said softly, looking at her in a way that instantly dissipated the anger. 

“I suppose that’s justice enough,” she said softly, managing to find a smile, though his smile soon faded. 

“I think, once again, our answers are mirrored.”

She frowned slightly, unsure what he meant.

“Your answer is also Mystra?” She asked, but he shook his head. 

“No. My answer is Aryn.” 

That came as a shock to her. 

“Aryn? Really?”

“Yes, for all the same reasons you listed. I’ve seen what he did to you, how much he hurt you. I’ve felt it myself, in your memories. And I’ve seen the pain in your eyes when you talk about him. So as you said - how can I not?” 

She had to agree with his logic - if she could hate Mystra on his behalf, then he could hate Aryn on hers. 

“Next question’s a bit happier,” she said, a hint of relief in her tone. She hadn’t really expected this to lead to such a deep conversation. “What is their idea of a perfect day?” 

The smirk on Gale’s face mirrored her own as she looked back up at him. 

“Hmm, I dare say your perfect day would start with a stroll through the park, perhaps with a picnic for lunch…” he started, leaning in slightly as he took her hands in his. 

“Hmm, and yours might be the same?” She suggested, leaning in with him. “Maybe with a ball in the evening, a lavish banquet…” 

He moved in until his mouth was at her ear, his breath hot against her neck as his hands found her waist. 

“Followed by making love under the stars…” he whispered, a yearning in his voice that sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. 

“Mmm… that does sound like a perfect day,” she agreed as he pulled back and met her eyes once more. He remained close as his eyes flicked down slightly. 

“What’s the last question?” 

She looked down too, and smiled once more as she read it. 

“A decade from now, where will they be?”

Her eyes flicked up again and saw the warm, loving expression he gazed at her with. 

“Well, now I cannot answer with any certainty, but I would hope that ten years from now, another ball might be graced with the presence of Lady Saffron Dekarios…” 

His implication was clear - not a full proposal, but a hope. A hope she shared. 

“As long as she has Sir Gale Dekarios on her arm,” she whispered, her gaze full of affection as she closed the gap and their lips met with a kiss.

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She tilted her head from side to side, smiling as she watched the pearlescent gleam of the enchanted emerald within the display case she was cleaning. 

The room was filled with all the most powerful, most valuable and most interesting artefacts Malitas had found in his centuries of adventuring, all sealed away in glass cabinets and display cases. Though the cabinets lay somewhat more empty now after Malitas had given the others a selection of weapons to aid them, and more recently she’d noticed a Staff of Power go missing, only to later be told he’d given it to Saff as a graduation gift. How incredible it must be, she thought, to be able to wield a weapon like that…

The door opened and snapped her out of her daydream. 

“Ah, there you are,” Malitas greeted as he entered the room. 

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t hear you return,” she said, walking over to him and giving him a hug. “So what adventures did today bring?” 

“Revelations more than adventures,” he said, the corners of his lips curling into a smile. “I scarcely dared to believe it could be true, but our suspicions have been confirmed - the crown atop the Elder Brain is the Crown of Karsus.” 

Her eyes widened in disbelief. 

“The Crown of Karsus… but how?? I didn’t think that even existed anymore!” 

“Neither did I, yet here we are. One of the most powerful artefacts in existence, so close to our grasp. The possibilities are… endless. But we can do nothing with this knowledge until we learn more about it. I intend to discuss this further with the others tomorrow.” 

She nodded slowly, possibilities running through her mind. 

“Any other revelations?” She asked after a moment. 

“Orin is a shape-shifter. A foreboding revelation to say the least. She plays her parts well - she took the face of a dryad at the circus, and we were none the wiser till she revealed herself.” 

“Circus?” 

It perhaps wasn’t the part of that sentence that should have stuck out most to her, yet it did. 

“You went to the circus? The Circus of the Last Days?” 

“We did, yes.” 

Memories flooded back to her. Laughter and dancing with her friends… it left a deep ache in her heart. 

“How was it?” She asked, trying to hide how much she longed to go again someday. 

“Infuriating,” Malitas answered, to her surprise. 

“Why??” 

There was a pause as he seemed to contemplate his response. 

“...Doesn’t matter,” he answered eventually. 

She raised an eyebrow and narrowed her eyes, but knew better than to question it. 

“Now, I have much work to do, I’d best get to it,” he decided quickly, heading back to the door. 

“Actually…” She started, running over to him before he left. “I had a favour to ask you.” He gave her a nod to continue. “Well, I’ve cleaned all these cabinets and cases more times than I can count, but I’ve never really known what’s inside them. I wondered if you could tell me what everything is?” 

A look of surprise crossed his face.

“Everything? We’ll be here all night. Why do you want to know?” 

“Cause I’m curious… and I’m bored. There’s only so many stories you can make up in your head about an emerald while you clean its case for the hundredth time. I’d much rather know the truth.” 

He gave her a sympathetic look, and nodded. 

“I supposed I cannot begrudge you your curiosity,” he said, then put his arm around her waist and began to lead her through the room. 

“The emerald is in fact an elemental gem, if you were to break it, it would summon a water elemental…” 

She went quiet as she listened to his explanations, carefully committing each and every one to memory.

Begging for beautiful boys.

PART I (PART II) \\ NSFW implied (MDNI) \\ downright illegal quantities of "good girl" cover imgs: @newbienewness, @portalsprincess, @starrysallow & @cuffmeinblack

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Hogwarts Legacy Requests!

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Sharing my new interactive BG3 fanfic, where you play as Tav. It works just like a Choose Your Own Adventure!

In this fic you can romance any of the following: Astarion, Gale, and a 3rd (secret) option.

Title: The Molten Throne

Description: Yes, you defeated the Netherbrain. But did you really finish off all those loose ends?

Link to play: https://glimmerfics.com/stories/molten

bruises and quiet aches — ominis gaunt x fem!reader x sebastian sallow Part III

Part I here ❤︎ Part II here ❤︎

Here is part three! I'm happy so many of you enjoyed part two ❤︎ Things are, ehm... heating up to say the least in this one B) hehehe... Let me know if you'd like a fourth part ❤︎

plot summary: older ominis gaunt x fem!reader x Sebastian sallow

warnings: recommended 18+, smutty (but nothing too explicit), a little angsty, slow burn, kissing, mention of blood

The world had fallen mute, at least for a second. You narrowed your eyes at the embellished ceiling and its murals that moved gracefully above you — slowly dragging you upwards. The painted, luscious trees swayed in the wind, revealing something glistening behind its green curtains, and around the branches, stems, and into the ground and up again, swirled a large, lean, white serpent. You tried to find the face of the snake but were unsuccessful. Yet, you could sense that it was watching you from behind the anonymity of the leaves.

Your swollen, blurry gaze tried to adjust to the evening sun peering into Ominis’ bedroom. It was as spacious as his office and each room seemed to be able to fit another manor in it — grand to a tee. At first you said no to his suggestion to rest that sounded more like a command, to take a nap — but then, trying to take a few steps off of his desktop, you felt your legs cave beneath you. So, now you found yourself lying on your back in his crisp, amber, cotton sheets. Regardless of the numerous empty guest rooms, he insisted on you sleeping in his. His point being: you were not a guest. Which made Sebastian snort and roll his eyes and left you with the ever returning question of: where does that leave me? The burning sensation left on your lips from Sebastian having crashed his own upon them pointed you towards one answer, but having him flee to the other side of the building as the incident eventually dawned on him, as your presence dawned on him, only pointed you towards a sea of even more questions. Your visit was tumultuous, indeed — for all of you. You were all experiencing growing pains safely tucked away for several years, because as you returned to your past, you realised you never truly left it in the first place – and everywhere you looked, you could find yourself.

Knock, knock, knock…

Quickly awakening from the tangle of your thoughts you looked towards the other end of the room, and before you knew it, Ominis appeared from behind the doors. His dark eyebrows curved perfectly above his fog-laced eyes. He was now wearing a midnight-blue, thin knit that praised his frost-kissed skin – as his white shirt had gotten blood on it. He sauntered closer towards you in his bed, dragging his lean fingers through his pale-blond hair, only to have it fall in front of his eyes immediately. You dragged yourself upwards a little, resting against the black, wooden bedframe. ”Have you been able to sleep a little?” he asked as he got closer. Shifting on the bed you realised how timid you felt all of a sudden — trying to brush your hair in place with your fingers, even though he couldn’t see you.”Ye-” you started only to hear your own voice falter. Ominis’ pale eyes gazed towards you as he placed himself beside the bed. Feeling your cheeks burn hot, you cleared your throat. ”I did, yes — I managed to sleep for a little while… at least.” you spoke quietly. ”That’s good…” he hummed as his fingertips graced the sheets of his bed. ”-but you should rest for at least a couple of days…” he added, feeling his way forward until his fingers reached the bump of the fabric above your legs and feet, making them tingle. He sat down at the end of his bed next to your legs as his gaze rested somewhere on the rug, his hair falling softly in front of his eyes. ”-to let your body recoup.” he finished before sighing. ”How…” Ominis started, but fell silent. He seemed a little hesitant to you suddenly being there, at arms reach, after having been gone for so long. You could see the conflict within him play out in front of you — his eyebrows bowing, his jaw clenched. ”How does it look?” he finally spoke, softly yet a little strained, pointing towards you — aiming at your waist. You looked down as you carefully pulled up the oversized shirt you had borrowed from him. You sighed heavily as you let the red marks stretching across your skin sink in. ”I’ll be ok…” you muttered quietly. ”-thanks to you.” you finished, looking up at him just in time to see him nod. ”May I?” he asked, pointing yet again towards your waist — his misty eyes gazing out somewhere into the room. ”Eh-m-yeah…” you gulped. ”-of course.” you finished before sitting up a little straighter.

Ominis moved closer up towards you, feeling his way above the cotton duvet. You felt the weight of his hand above your shin, knee and thigh… Without thinking about it you held your breath. His hand moved gently across the border of the duvet and you, until his fingers landed on the warm skin of your stomach, making it flinch a little. Ominis looked calm as he slowly dragged his fingers above your skin until he felt the edges of the scar, on which he slowed down. All words were lost on you and it felt as if you’d seized to exist only to turn into the very tips of Ominis’ fingers. You felt him move above the scar tissue, slowly, gently, before he placed his entire hand above it — it was cold against your warm skin as it pressed down slightly. ”How does this feel?” he asked quietly. You couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed, flushed red, lips swollen, and unable to speak a single coherent word. For a moment you’d forgotten about the pain and the wound — all you could feel was Ominis. ”It’s…” you mumbled, forcing yourself to say something. ”It feels much better.” you managed quietly. Ominis lifted his hand off of you, making you frown at the loss of contact while feeling even more embarrassed at your sudden neediness — as if every year of quiet longing came rushing back. ”Glad to hear it.” Ominis spoke calmly. Yet, there was something lingering in his voice… A certain type of solemness. ”The scar will remain.” he added, still looking out into the room, but now, looking up at him, you saw that his cheeks were red too. Your lungs moved heavily within your chest. ”Resting should do you well.” he spoke. He was frustratingly stoic, formal, reserved. You sensed his leaving and searched rather desperately within your head for leverage until you finally opened your mouth.

”Do you know you have a snake slithering about your ceiling?” you asked. Ominis sighed before he relaxed his body on the bed again. He sat silent for a little while, tilting his head to the side. ”I’ve heard there is supposed to be one there, yes…” he spoke quietly. ”-but I’ve never heard of anyone actually seeing it.” he finished before he frowned a little. Your breathing slowed down as you looked at him. Your eyes’ swollenness seemed to spread to your lips, making them ache. ”How did it look?” Ominis asked gently. ”Huh?” you mumbled, looking at his rosy lips that glistened a little against his teeth. ”How did it look?” he repeated, shifting his foggy gaze towards you. ”Oh-” you mumbled again. You looked up towards the ceiling only to realise that the serpent was gone — there was only a forest of trees swaying above you. You couldn’t see it anywhere, not a single white scale in sight. ”It’s…” you quietly spoke. ”What?” Ominis asked. ”I could have sworn it was there a second ago and…” you continued. ”-and now it’s gone.” you finished, still looking up at the mural. Without you seeing it, Ominis tugged at his lips. ”Perhaps it’s shy…” he mused quietly. ”-or incredibly selective of its audience.” he added. You looked at him and his pale gaze. ”I should feel honored then.” you spoke, tugging at the corner of your lips. ”Oh, the honor is entirely the serpent’s.” Ominis quickly  countered, making your cheeks burn much redder than before. If you squinted you could see a familiar smile on his lips as you both sighed in unison — for a moment it felt as if nothing had changed. It all pulled you back to your days together, before you left – and if you listened closely, you could hear his subdued panting against your ear in the undercroft and feel his breath against your ear. The boy you once knew had grown up now, you both had – and all you could think about was how it all would feel today, how he'd sound, how his hands would feel against you. ”Hm.” you hummed in response. You tried to look into his pale-blue eyes, but found it incredibly difficult as it felt he could see right through you. 

”How’s…” you started, yet falling short. ”How’s… Sebastian doing?” you asked. ”Ah, yes, Sebastian…” Ominis spoke quietly before sighing. ”He’s feeling a little… torn, to say the least.” he added. ”He’s never been one known for restraining his emotions…” he continued, breathing out a short sigh. ”I don’t think he feels he can control himself… around you.” he finished, shifting his gaze towards you again. You nodded, mostly to yourself — feeling responsible for opening up old wounds by returning with yours. ”And..” you started, yet falling short again. ”And how are you feeling?” you finally asked, looking up towards him. ”Well…” he started, swaying a little on his voice. ”I can’t say I blame Sebastian — not this time.” he added. ”I know how he feels.” he finished. A black little pit took shape within your stomach, twisting itself, and it felt as if it would pull you into it altogether. You wanted to grab ahold of the blue cotton on Ominis’ wrist and drag it closer but it felt as if you were glued against the bedframe. Ominis sighed heavily before he looked out into his bedroom as you looked at him.

”I missed you.” he spoke, ever so softly, slicing your chest right open. You wanted to shield yourself from all the emotions that came falling down on you but you couldn’t. ”I’ve missed you terribly, y/n.” he repeated. Your heart rung loudly within your chest. Without thinking too much about it you reached out to his hand resting on top of the duvet, placing it in yours. Ominis’ gaze was still somewhere in the room, but you could see his chest moving slowly and heavily at your touch before you felt his hand tighten, softly, around yours. The room fell silent again except for your harmonious breathing. You adjusted yourself on the bed, moving a little bit closer towards him as you enclasped his hand with both of yours — at this, Ominis’ head fell forward slightly. ”I really am sorry for hurting you — both of you.” you added, looking up at him and his august profile bowing. He closed his eyes. ”I thought I did the right thing.” you finished. Ominis sighed before he dragged his hand from out of your hold, sending a cold shiver down your spine at the loss of contact. He started to rise from the bed but you quickly grabbed ahold of his wrist, stopping him from getting too far. ”Please don’t go.” you blurted out softly, pleadingly. Ominis sighed again, turning a little towards you where he stood. ”You should rest.” he spoke. You frowned up at him. ”I’m alright.” you answered. You felt incredibly vulnerable and you desperately wanted him to be there with you — to not tread too far. ”Stay.” you gently begged. Ominis shook his head as he raised his free hand to massage his eyebrows, sighing heavily. ”Sebastian isn’t the only one having a hard time restraining himself, y/n.” he spoke, somewhat sternly, gazing down towards where you sat on his bed. ”You don’t have to restrain yourself.” you spoke. ”I don’t want you to.” you added. Ominis sighed once again. ”Is that truly what you want? Do you even have the slightest idea of what that means?” he asked, sounding both frustrated and calm at the same time, the way only Ominis could. You released the hold of his wrist, making him place his hands inside of his pockets. ”Hm?” he hummed, urging an answer. ”I’ve missed you…” he continued. ”-but I can’t…” he spoke before sighing. ”I can’t keep hoping for you to always return — to stay – only when it pleases you.” he added softly. ”Because it’s all I’d ever do.” he finished quietly. It felt as if someone tore your chest wide open, pulling your heart from out of its cage, ready for the vultures to come pick at your flesh. 

Even if you’d ran away you’d always carry them with you — a part of you would always be there, as it always had been, right next to them, in their pockets, close to their hearts, course trough their veins — and now, when you returned it felt as if you had run from the inevitable. ”But…” you spoke, ever so quietly. ”-what if I’ don’t run?” you asked. ”If I wanted to stay?” you added as your sight landed somewhere on the rug beneath Ominis’ feet. He turned towards you, pondering your words. ”Do you want to stay?” he asked. You looked up at him and his clouded eyes that peered somewhere above you. ”If… you want me to.”you answered, anxious — as if on trial, waiting for the crowd to pass on their judgement. ”I’m serious, y/n.” Ominis spoke, rather sternly, frowning at you. ”So am I.” you countered quickly as you looked up at him. Ominis sighed heavily again, shaking his head as his hands returned to massage his eyebrows.”Lords.” he muttered quietly. ”Ominis?” you spoke softly. He sighed again. ”Hm?” he hummed where he stood. You could see the conflict escalate within him with each second and just as you were about to open your mouth Ominis spoke again. ”You’re telling me you want to stay?” he asked, sounding almost a little perplexed. You looked at him and his frowning dark eyebrows. ”Ye-” you began only to be interrupted by Ominis’ hands reaching out to you, pulling you upwards where you sat on his bed, his lips crashing against yours. You whimpered at the harsh impact before you could even realise what was happening. As Ominis’ hands held onto your face, you closed your eyes, melting beneath his hands as he pressed his lips closely against yours. 

You unraveled as your lips and tongues melted into a hot flood of pure greed. Ominis sighed against your lips, groaning frustratedly, still fighting within his own head. As his hands clasped onto you, tugging at his own shirt to pull you closer, swirling his hands up and down your body, gracing up your bare legs, your waist, into your hair — it felt as if something untangled itself within you, sending a wave of bliss throughout your veins until your toes curled against the cotton beneath you. Ominis groaned more loudly against you as his hands tried to pull you even  closer. The sweet, dusky and intoxicating smell of him coursed through your head and lungs, making you feel utterly inebriated. His wet lips and tongue moved effortlessly with yours, burning you hotter with each second — dragging you closer into him.

Suddenly it felt as if someone blasted you with glacius as Ominis pulled away, quickly, stepping a few feet back. He heaved from the rush of adrenalin and endorphins, which also swirled inside of you. You looked at his flushed pale face, completely bewildered. Ominis shook his head. ”Omi-” you panted, but before you could even finish, he cut you off. ”We shouldn't.” he spoke. ”Ominis.” you spoke, laughing a little deliriously, befuddled to the rollercoaster of emotions you found yourself strapped onto. ”I’m not go-” you started before being cut off again. ”You should rest.” he repeated, leaving no wiggle-room, before he quickly turned on his feet, making his way towards the doors. You sat as frozen on the duvet, chest heaving, lips burning, legs melting into his bed, as you watched the lean back of him swiftly make his way out of the room before the door shut behind him with a bang, making you flinch.

After the door shut you just sat there, frozen in time. The afternoon sun had managed to settle, and it was getting darker with each minute. You pondered if you should have gone after him when he left, but you felt stuck to the bed. Eventually you fell backwards onto your back, sighing heavily, and as you looked up towards the ceiling you were met by piercing white eyes. The serpent was back and this time it was looking straight at you. ”Now you show…” you whispered. ”-and don’t look at me like that.” you spoke to the serpent, or perhaps yourself. The snake merely hissed quietly. You knew what it was thinking — since you were thinking the same thing: You can’t stay in this room forever. Slowly you sat up on the bed again before sliding off the edge. Your naked feet reached the soft rug beneath you. You were only wearing an oversized sweater and you had left your bag in Ominis’ office, in which you had some spare clothing with you. ”Brilliant…” you muttered while looking around the room. You could hear the snake hiss again, and looking up you saw it slither to the other side of the room as it grew smaller, swirling down the ceiling onto a painting on the wall — and to your surprise, the painting gently swung open. You felt a little hesitant, but seeing there was little to no other way forward, you made your way across the room. As you approached the painting you opened it a little further only to see a pair of white, silk pants and a matching pair of cashmere socks.  ”Huh…” you huffed out, narrowing your eyes. A little reluctantly, you reached towards them and pulled them out. You looked at them before you looked up towards the ceiling. The serpent wasn’t there anymore. ”Very convenient…” you mumbled before stepping into the soft fabric that swayed around your legs as you pulled on the toasty socks. You sighed to yourself as you looked towards the black door leading out into the unknown. 

The corridors were barely lit, only a few solitary candles fought bravely against the dark and the many heirlooms along the walls casted shadows that loomed closer as you walked past. Pulling Ominis’ shirt closer around you, you wandered the massive labyrinth — unsure which directions was right. It reminded you a lot of your old school: the grand corridors, the paintings… the aura of never really knowing if anything was as it seemed. ”Ominis?” you spoke meekly into the gloomy space around you. Your voice came out as a mere whisper. Suddenly you saw a shadow as a couple of candelabras lit up beside you. Your spleen jumped into your throat as you gasped. The shadow turned into your own spooked reflection peering back at you in the large mirror that had appeared between the candlelight that swayed gently, filling the dark space with a soft, warm shimmer. You had plenty of bold excursions in your artillery: you’ve fought trolls, goblins, inferi… you had crawled in caves filled with acromentula, fought dark wizards… but walking alone in Ominis’ manor, knowing he and Sebastian were somewhere around the corner, ate at your brain and crawled up your spine. You breathed in slowly, placing a hand on your beating chest. ”What am I doing…” you muttered quietly to yourself before sighing and to your surprise someone answered you. ”My thoughts exactly…” a low voice spoke from somewhere behind you. 

You turned on your heels, catching your breath in your throat once again. From out of the darkness, Sebastian’s tall shadow stepped into the candlelight. There was something unnerving in the way his eyes glistened beneath his dark locks. ”Well… fancy seeing you here.” he spoke with a tone of pure disingenuousness, mocking your earlier encounter. He looked drenched in spite and the way his lips crooked themselves made it feel as if he’d eat you up. You huffed at his scorned self. ”Hopeless.” you muttered beneath your breath. He sneered at you, crowing quietly. ”Oh, hush now… You shouldn’t say such things about yourself. There’s still some hope, even for the likes of you.” he spoke leisurely. You scoffed at him, shaking your head. ”You’re incorrigible… You haven’t changed a bit.” you spoke through gritted teeth. "And you have? No..." he laughed at you, raising his eyebrows mockingly. ”Then why should I?” he spoke, rhetorically. ”I’m not the one deserting the people around me.” he added as his eyes bit down on you. ”Still playing the martyr, are we...” you mumbled, not breaking eye-contact, because it was always a game with Sebastian. ”Coming from someone who’s done what you have done, Sebastian…” you spoke, still not breaking eye contact. ”-that’s rich.” you finished. ”I’m no saint…” he spoke quickly, raising his eyebrows, and before he could continue you spoke again. ”That you certainly are not.” you spat, making him grin sinisterly. ”Well, at least I'm not pretending to be..." he mused slyly. "And since you know me so very well... then what am I?” he spoke quickly, taking a small step forward. ”The devil himself perhaps – wouldn’t surprise me.” you muttered. ”Do I look like the devil?” he countered quickly, almost whispering as the grin grew toothier, larger, more crooked. You looked at his dark eyes that glistened in the soft light. "And you'd do well to remember that birds of a feather, y/n..." he almost sang, quietly. Your name dripped slowly from his tongue, sending a shiver down your neck, spine, legs.

”What do you want?” you spoke, frustrated at him — lacking the energy to play along in his ploy, but his hunger was infectious, and it had started to spread across the floor to where you stood, biting at you. He raised his eyebrows in feigned innocence. ”Me?” he spoke, clasping his hands on his chest. ”I’m trying to figure out the exact same thing as you, darling…” he spoke slyly, yet sternly. ”-and that is: what do you want?” he finished, putting an incredibly heavy emphasis on you. You huffed at him, huffing out a laugh a little hysterically. You nodded, mostly to yourself. ”Seems as if everyone is…” you muttered. ”-and I’m trying to tell you— both of you.” you spoke, looking back at him. ”But all you two do is- is pick at my brains, toy with me, and kiss me…” you spoke, waving your hands at him. ”-and then run away with your tails between your legs.” you finished, raising your pitch slightly. You could see Sebastian slyness falter a little, and for the first time, so did his gaze. ”I’m trying to- or, at least I’d like to have a proper talk… if you’d even like…” you continued, as if asking him. ”-about all of this.” you added, waving your hands again. ”I’m trying to figure it all out too, you know.” you confessed, looking at him. For a short moment you saw the softness in his eyes again, as if he remembered that you were his best friend, not his enemy. ”And I’m not the one running this time.” you finished, still looking at him. His dark eyes peered at you. There was a certain uncertainty there. ”I understand if you both need time…” you spoke, softly. ”-and if that is what you need, I’ll give you it.” you continued. ”If you want me to go altogether…” you mumbled, more quietly, looking down at your feet. ”-if it’s too difficult to have me here… then- then I’ll leave.” you continued. His eyebrows contracted a little above his eyes as they grew softer with each word you spoke. ”If you don’t want me here… I understand if I’ve lost that right… just say it-” you spoke gently, words flowing across the air between you. ”-and I’ll be out of your hair.” you finished with a weak smile.

Sebastian’s eyebrows faltered as he sighed softly, shaking his head as his smug facade crumbled at your sincerity — as it always did. He took a few steps forward, narrowing the space in between you until his feet almost touched yours. You peered up at him and his eyes burning in the lights from the candles. He looked towards your hand resting at your hip before he gently grabbed onto it, sending a warm flood through your body. He swirled his fingers between yours as his thumb drew circles on the back of your hand. ”I like you in my hair.” he spoke softly, still looking at your hand while you looked at the freckles dancing across the bridge of his nose. You watched him close his eyes, shaking his head again as a sigh left him. ”I don’t think I’d allow you to leave again, honestly.” he added. You felt a knot within you start to disintegrate. ”Then why are you behaving like a git?” you spoke sincerely, yet teasing him a little at the same time. A soft grin grew on his lips before he looked at you. ”Born trait, I’m afraid…” he managed to quietly tease back. ”-and perhaps, I’m a little unsure how to behave around you.” he added. The tension between you was tangible and it felt as if it pushed down on your chest, making it ten times as hard to breathe. Both of you just stood looking at each other as the corridor fell completely silent around you. ”Seemingly, so is Ominis… I did hear he kissed you too.” he spoke. ”Seems you've hexed us, haven't you…” he added, looking down at your hand in his. ”-you witch.” he finished, as a grin tugged at the corner of his lips while he gazed straight at you, making your heart leap. ”Only because you let me.” you managed to whisper into the narrow space between you. ”I suppose so.” Sebastian spoke quietly before he leaned down, erasing the space completely. 

His lips were warm and he must have drunk something with cinnamon and honey in it, because it lingered on his tongue. He leaned down even further as he dragged you closer with his free hand while pulling your hand in his up to his face. You swooned at his sudden softness. Gentle whimpers left your lips as his hands softly graced you above the thin fabric of Ominis’ shirt and the silk pants. You dragged Sebastian down further, wanting him closer, making him grin against your lips before he continued the kiss. It felt as if you drunk the sweetest and thickest of sherries that coursed through your veins, making you light headed. Sebastian’s hands  followed every curve of your body, slowly moving up and down, softly tightening his grip every now and then — on your ass, hip, waist, breasts and neck. With one swift move he pulled you up from the floor to his waist, making you wrap yourself around him without breaking the kiss that deepened with each minute that passed. He took a few steps forward until your lower back hit against a narrow table against the wall on which Sebastian sat you down before he pressed himself forcefully against you, pushin you tightly between him and the patterned tapestry behind you, making you bend you head backwards as much as you could, wailing ever so softly at the warm feeling of him pressing hardly against you. His lips moved across your chin, down to your neck, where he placed traces, biting lightly, gracing his nose against your ear as he continued to erase the borders between you, closer and closer. He hummed against your neck, breathing you in before he continued to move his lips down your neck, leaving wet, warm and heavy patches all over you. Your entire body felt as if it tingled with each kiss of his, releasing a new wave of butterflies with every touch. He pulled up the oversized sweatshirt and slowed down, backing away a little. His hand softly touched your fresh scar, making you flinch a little at the feeling. ”Are you ok?” he asked, panting a little. You nodded. ”Yea’.” you mumbled. ”I’m fine — I promise.” you added. Sebastian’s eyebrows curved a little, looking up at you. ”Are you sure?” he spoke, his voice much coarser than before. You nodded again before sighing. ”As long as you don’t pierce right through me — I’ll be fine.” you spoke. You saw a sly smile grow on his lips. ”Well…” he started, a boyish grin spreading on his face. ”Lords…” you blurted before hitting his arm playfully. ”Really mature, Sallow.” you added, shaking your head. Sebastian chuckled softly before a gentle smile replaced his grin. ”Well, you know me.” he added, his eyes glinting through his dark lashes.

The fervor in which you had clung onto him, the way your lips hungered for his even if they were on yours made it dawn on you how incredibly much you’d missed him — them. Sebastian pulled you into another thought-melting kiss, sending shivers down your spine until the tingles reached your toes, making them curl, and your fingers dig into his skin. You grabbed ahold of Sebastian’s shirt and pulled him closer against you. Soft and almost pained groans left your lips into each other’s mouth — and you both swallowed them, devouring every little piece of one another. The swelter of your humid tongues swirling addictively against each other pulled you close to pearly gates. His teeth nibble at you at every chance he got, dragging them against your scorched skin. You could feel your heart beat heavily within your chest as your legs grew weaker and weaker — shaking slightly as Sebastian kept pressing himself against you, pushing you against the wall. Having his rough hands roam your body, gently tugging at your hair, hip, breasts, ass, all of you…made you melt onto the table. You grasped onto his locks, pulling at its ends, making him groan, and the sound of him reverberated through you. You felt yourself squirm where you sat, growing tense as a strained thread and wet as a puddle at the same time. The musky and citrusy smell of him left you soaked with longing and you keened as you couldn’t get him close enough, quickly enough, making Sebastian hum against your lips. You felt him press himself against you even harder and, growing impatient, you reached down to the fabric of his pants, pressing your hand against him. Sebastian paused his kiss as his head fell forward against yours, sighing heavily, he collapsed a little against you — you laughed faintly as you felt the outlines of him, rubbing your hand slowly on top of the fabric separating you from him. You moved up and down his shaft, making Sebastian breathe to the rhythm of your movements as he pressed his hard cock against your hand. You swooned at the feeling of him — and so did he. You moved down your other hand to the hem of his trousers, fumbling a little before you found the button.

Very, incredibly, and oh-so reluctantly, Sebastian took a quick step back — his hair in a disarray — making you frown deeply. He pulled his lips into a thin smile before he chuckled at you sulking in front of him. His lips curled at your displeased and disheveled self. You reached out towards him only to have him dodge your hand by taking another step backwards. ”If you run away again — I…” you started, looking at him with your cheeks flushed red where you sat on the table, feet dangling in the air. Sebastian chuckled quietly again before he interrupted you. ”I won’t…” he spoke. ”-but, if we’re going to do this…” he continued, looking at you. ”-there’s someone else that should be here with us.” he added. ”At least this time.” he finished quietly with a crooked grin. You felt your cheeks burn even hotter and you thought you’d disintegrate entirely even at the mere thought of it. ”Oh.” you spoke at a loss of words. ”If you want… of course.” he added with a low voice as he stepped closer to you again, placing a hand on your knee, slowly and softly dragging his fingers up your inner thigh, making you close your eyes and lean back against the wall. Sighing heavily, you could feel your heart beat in your head as you looked up into his eyes that glistened pitch black. You stared at him as his fingers graced upwards, slowly.”Hm?” he hummed. You managed to nod. He looked down at you with something rather sinister behind his eyes. ”Look at you…” he crowed, breathing you into him as he leaned in, brushing his lips against yours. ”-so shy and quiet all of a sudden.” he spoke with a low voice before placing the faintest of kisses on your lips, pulling you back with him as he pulled away as quickly, leaving you gasping after him. He took a few steps back again, making you sigh and him grin. He hummed in front of you as he soaked in the sight of your tangled self. ”Tell you what…” he spoke. ”-you saunter back to Ominis’ bedroom…” he added, placing his hands within his pockets. ”-and we’ll be right there with you.” he finished before that crooked smile reappeared on his lips, he quickly raised his eyebrows at you before he walked into the gloomy corridor only to vanish into its shadows in the blink of an eye. 

You could hear your heart slam against your ribs as you sat still on the table, merely looking across the corridor and the stone wall facing you. It all slowly dawned on you, forcing out a breath of a chuckle from your throat. ”Merlin.” you mumbled to yourself before it actually dawned on you. ”Merlin.” you gulped, slowly dragging your feet down to the ground as you stood up. You looked towards the other side of the dark corridor. It felt as if your knees would cave beneath you, dragging you down into the manor only to become one with its floors and walls. Sebastian’s musk lingered on and around you, and the bare skin where his lips had been only seconds ago burned cold. You could feel yourself seep onto the white silk. ”Merlin.” you whispered.