How Do You Think Ominis, Garreth, And Sebastian Would React To A Jealous Reader Being Jealous Because

how do you think Ominis, Garreth, and Sebastian would react to a jealous reader being jealous because someone else was being flirty and asking them to the Yule Ball?

The 3 Boys & Your Jealousy

{Garreth Weasley/Ominis Gaunt/Sebastian Sallow x GN!Reader}

Word Count: 

Garreth: ~ 1500 words

Ominis: ~ 1700 words

Sebastian: ~ 1400 words

Warnings: Kissing, Fluff, Angst

Author’s Note: Lord, I’m having so much fun with these requests. Thank you, anon!!! I tried to make them all have different reactions to reader getting jealous, but I know they’d all secretly love it lmfao. So it’s a little similar, but it’s definitely the 3 boys enjoying it in their own way. Have a fun time, everyone 🥰 Hope you’re all having a good day ❤ 

Songs (if interested):

Garreth’s song: You Stupid Bitch - girl in red

Ominis’ song: Silence / akiaura - hentai boys, akiaura

Sebastian’s song: My Kind of Woman - Mac DeMarco

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Garreth:

“I feel like you’ve been avoiding me. Did I do something wrong?” Garreth Weasley had come up to you and asked. For someone who was asking if something was wrong, he could look a bit more concerned. Rather than just munching on his apple, looking at it like it was the only thing that had his full attention.

You took a deep breath and rubbed at your temple roughly. You were overreacting and you knew it, but dammit you couldn’t help but hate him at the moment. “No Garreth, I’m just not in the best mood today.”

“Well, talk to me.” He plopped himself down on the Central Hall fountain bench next to you. “Some have called me a good listener.” He took another bite of his apple, obnoxiously loud.

“Not right now. Why don’t you go bother someone else?”

“Who else could I bother like this? You and I got a good thing going.” He haphazardly joked.

“How about your date to the ball? That’s a good place to start if you ask me.”

He furrowed his brows, trying to decipher what you were talking about. Then he remembered Samantha Dale had asked him to be his date the night before. “Oh! You know about that? How does word travel so fast in such a huge castle?” He wondered aloud with his mouth full, looking at his apple as he turned it in his hand.

Merlin, you didn’t know why you were so head over heels for Garreth Weasley. Something about his carefree, aloof attitude made you fluttery all over. You wanted to smack him just as much as you wanted to kiss him. 

Truth be told, you were convinced he was going to ask you to The Yule Ball. But once you saw Samantha Dale talking with him about it and seeing how big his smile was, you became so frustrated with yourself for ever thinking such a thing. How could you have been so wrong about his signs? You shouldn’t have assumed your flirty banter together was something special between the two of you. You had no one to blame but yourself.

“Look Garreth, I’m pretty busy. Samantha will be better company than me today.” You took out the essay you were halfway finished with and began writing, hoping he would take the hint.

He was about to take another bite of his apple when the pieces came together in his brain. You think I said yes to Samantha... and you're jealous. 

It was hard to keep calm when he felt so elated. He had been pining for you since 5th year and never had the courage to confess his feelings. Being with you as a friend was better than risking not being with you at all. But here you were, acting as green as his eyes. Becoming jumpy, he scratched the back of his head and looked away from you, trying to bite back his delighted smile.

“So...” He began as casually as he could, “You don’t like the idea of me going to the ball with Samantha?”

You stiffened. Am I caught? You swallowed the lump in your throat. “I don’t care who you go with, Weasley.”

You used his last name instead of his first, that was how he always knew if you were upset with him. In this particular moment, he took a dark pleasure in it. “Well, it sounds like you care a little.” 

You looked up from your essay to the marble floor in front of you and clenched your jaw, trying to calm your irritated nerves and stop yourself from saying something you’d regret. “It doesn’t matter if I care. Go with who you want.” You went back to your essay.

“But you care.” He slid closer to you so that his thigh was touching yours. Your whole body tensed and you shifted your leg away, disgusted at his brazenness to continue flirting with you when he was going to the ball with someone else.

“I’m going to work in my room.” You pulled your belongings together and left your place next to him.

Garreth got up and followed you easily, finishing the last of his apple and tossing it in a nearby bin. He rubbed the back of his hand across his mouth to wipe off any apple juice. Maybe he could wipe off his idiotic smile while he was at it too. 

You could feel his chest practically against your back as he followed close in pursuit. “Leave me alone, Garreth. I’m really not in the mood today.” You growled at him, but he didn’t let up. 

He took glances around as he kept up with you. Once he was confident no one was looking, he grabbed your arm and pulled you into a nearby, empty corridor.

“What are you -”

“Tell me you’re jealous. I want to hear you say it.” 

His words sent your mind through a whirlwind and you shoved him away. “You got some nerve, going to the ball with Samantha and going after me like this -”

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake! I turned her down. School gossip failed to mention that part, I see.” He interjected. “Now let me have this a little longer.” He stepped closer to you, daring you to push him away again. “This thing where you want me all to yourself, I think I really like it.” His words came off as a jest, but he was genuinely aroused.

You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to determine if he was being truthful or just trying to keep up his flirty banter with you. But your icy glare at him through your lashes only made him more feral rather than intimidated. 

“I -” He cleared his throat, regaining composure. “I’ve been looking for you all day so I could ask you to the ball, but you kept dodging me.”

“Garreth, if this is some sort of messed up joke where you try to get two dates to the ball -”

“It’s not. But, that is a fun idea.” He quipped, hoping it would lighten the mood. 

Sighing, you turned on your heel to walk away.

“Sorry sorry sorry, bad joke, bad time.” He grabbed your wrist, panicked. “But I’m serious about taking you. I really want to take you.” He swallowed thickly and held your wrist in his hand. “Would you... want that too?” As he waited for you to respond, he had started stroking your skin with his thumb, unaware he was doing so.

His hopeful look along with his tone had managed to convince you he was being truthful. This was the first step either of you had taken beyond flirty banter, and it had you finally soften to him that day. You looked at his hand on your wrist and adjusted so you could entwine your fingers through his. His heart nearly burst out of his chest. Was this finally happening?

You looked up at him then, but locked on his lips rather than his eyes. Heat formed in his abdomen at your gaze. He used his free hand to cup your jaw. The dark look in your eyes told him you had the same severe craving for him as he did you. He eased towards you and brushed his lips over yours.

He pulled back to gauge your reaction. You looked at him with wide eyes and for a brief moment, he thought he had messed up and taken it too far. But all that panic went away when you dropped your books and threw your arms around him, seizing his lips, taking all coyness between you two and throwing it out the window.

Your sudden burst had rocked him both physically and mentally. Gripping you back, hard and fast, he steadied himself, stepping on your essay as he did so. He matched your eager mouth movements with just as much intensity. 

Needing to come back up for air, you pulled back. You looked at each other, breathless. All that tension between you two through the years had finally been able to get released at least somewhat.

“You looked so happy when Samantha asked you. I assumed you said yes.” You told him, still catching your breath.

He hadn’t realized you had been there to see Samantha asking him to the ball. He was both sorry you didn’t catch him rejecting her and sorry you had to catch it at all. Merlin only knows how he would have handled watching someone else asking you. “She’s a good friend, I mean I wasn’t going to scowl or laugh her off. I was letting her down as easy as I could.”

“I’m sorry I was jealous.”

He kept his face close to yours and glanced back at your lips, ready for more. “I’m sorry I enjoyed it.”

“No, you’re not.” 

“I’m not.” He captured your lips once more.

- 

Ominis:

Ominis was in a full on panic. He hadn’t the faintest idea what he had done wrong. He may be blind, but he could sense, clear as day, that you were upset with him. 

He was pacing back and forth in his dorm room when he was supposed to be at dinner. The sickness he felt had made it hard for him to want to digest anything.

He had been up at all hours of the night thinking about how he was going to ask you to The Yule Ball. But every time he tried to approach you that day, you’d take your leave. He thought he would have gotten his chance in History of Magic class, but everything seemed off. You usually tried to sit close to him and brush your fingers along his, it excited him each and every time. But today, he felt as if you were sitting as far as you possibly could from him.

He was trying to think back on everything that happened before you became so drastically distant. The last time he remembers you two being fine was when he had finally built up the courage to ask you that morning. 

Sebastian had pushed him to do it and fueled his ego to prep him, affirming that he saw the way you looked at him and how you weren’t so subtle about it. He was filled with so much joy, he couldn’t stop himself from smiling like a buffoon when he went to talk to you. 

“Ominis!” You had greeted him so cheerfully, it had removed any doubt in what Sebastian told him. As he was about to greet you back, Adelaide Oakes had touched his shoulder from behind to grab his attention. She then went on and on about how she fancied him, and took the ball as her chance to finally tell him how she felt. He had never been so overwhelmed with romantic attention in his life, it only fueled his confidence more. His words came out in a stutter to Adelaide to thank her but decline. It was difficult to turn someone down while grinning like a fool.

“I um - I'll leave you two to it.” He heard you say before he finished speaking with Adelaide. Your footsteps behind him had walked away so fast, he would have believed it if you were running. And ever since, for some reason you’ve been... oh. It hit him then. You must have assumed he was going to say yes to Adelaide. You couldn’t possibly be jealous, could you? If you were, he needed to find you and fix this immediately. But damn him if he wasn’t a bit thrilled at the idea.

He had his wand guide him to the first place he thought you could be in, the astronomy tower. It was late in the day, he was sure you’d be there. As he made his way up, he found his excitement at your jealousy swelling. You weren’t jealous because he was a Gaunt, a descendant of Salazar Slytherin, going with someone else. No, you were jealous because he was Ominis, a boy you liked for who he was, going with someone else. Or so you thought.

When his wand brought him to the astronomy tower and sensed you were close, he felt a bit of pride that he knew you as well as he thought he did. But he steadied himself, remembering you were upset with him. Coming at you beaming probably wasn’t the best approach.

“Ominis? What brings you here?” Your voice was monotone, nowhere near as pleased to see him as you were earlier.

He was relieved you were willing to speak to him rather than run off. “I needed to talk to you. Figured you’d be up here.” He approached cautiously.

You furrowed your brows, wondering what he could possibly need you for. Oh you’d just die if he wanted to ask for advice on how to treat Adelaide well at the ball. You turned away from him and lazily looked through your telescope. “Probably best we talk tomorrow.”

“You’re upset with me.”

You peeked up at him briefly, knowing it wasn’t fair to be, then went back to your telescope. You exhaled, inwardly chiding yourself. Ominis doesn’t owe you anything. “I’m sorry, I’ve just... had a lot on my mind.”

His wand guided him to the railing you were near and he leaned himself against it. “I’m all ears.” Part of him wanted to clear everything up as soon as possible, but another, increasingly louder part of him wanted to hear you confess that you were jealous, confess that you didn’t want anyone else to have him but you. So, he dared to play coy a little longer.

“You don’t want to hear what I have to say.”

“Try me.” The way he said it had taken you aback, as if he was telling you, not asking you, to talk to him.

“And what if I don’t want to tell you?” You looked back up at him, a bit of venom coming through.

He took a few steps towards your voice. I think I like this game. He knew he shouldn’t find your jealousy this exhilarating, but he did. He wanted it to absorb you until you couldn’t stand it anymore.

The look on his face stirred something fierce in you and you tried to take a quiet, calming breath. You hoped he wouldn’t hear you doing so, but he did, and it only added fuel to his fire.

“I don’t hear you walking away, so I think you do want to tell me.” He reached out for your robes and pulled at you to come closer to him. 

You had been weak for Ominis Gaunt since 5th year, so you obliged. But you didn’t do so without internally screaming at yourself for being such a fool. 

Despite being so close, you kept your hands to yourself, he noted. But he could sense your body tensing and he knew you were close to talking. He just needed to hold out a bit longer, push you just so in the right direction. “You’re angry with me, tell me why.” He knew why.

“I shouldn’t be angry with you.”

“Yet you are.”

“I am.”

“Tell me what I’ve done.”

“You... haven’t done anything.”

His grip moved from your robe to your waist, he could feel you shift at his touch, but you didn’t pull away. “I have, tell me.”

“You know, you shouldn’t be up here with me alone, touching me like you are. Wouldn’t want Adelaide or me getting the wrong idea, would you?” He could hear the bitterness in your voice, and it was sending him over the edge. You shoved his hand away and went to the railing, leaning forward and looking out. “I don’t think you mean to, Ominis. But you’re really messing with my head. Looking as happy as you were when Adelaide asked you to the ball, and now you’re here acting like you care for me.”

He followed your voice again and came up behind you. His hands found your shoulders and he comfortingly slid them down to your biceps. His touch still had the same, nerve-racking affect on you. You shrugged him off and turned to face him. He put both hands on the railing on either side of you, trapping you in. “I do care for you.”

As a friend. You wanted to finish for him. Him saying this to you knowing he was going to The Yule Ball with Adelaide hurt. Ominis was the last person who should be comforting you. “I need to go.” You nearly choked, heartbreak constricting your throat. But Ominis kept you blocked in, he wasn’t going to let you leave. 

“Tell me why I’ve upset you.”

Being in this position with him had an inferno swirling in you. Being able to see his pale, blue eyes this close had any fight in you vanish. “I wanted... you to ask me to The Yule Ball today. I wanted you to go with me, not Adelaide.” 

He leaned forward towards your neck and brushed his nose along your skin. 

Your melancholy turned into something else at his touch, something more throbbing. You reached your hands up along his chest, felt his heartrate pick up along with yours. “I want you to be with me.” You confessed in a whisper.

He began to kiss at your neck and you fisted the fabric of his uniform to keep yourself upright. He kissed up your neck, along your jaw, feeling his way to find your lips. He got to the corner of your mouth and pulled back just slightly, leaning his forehead against yours.

“I want you all to myself.”

He crashed his lips into yours. Your hands held tight to his shirt to keep him close. He took his hands off the railing to wrap his arms around your waist, his place against your mouth feeling all the more secure. You nipped at his bottom lip and he couldn’t help but let out a throaty “mmh.” 

He often tried to imagine what it would feel like to kiss you, the taste of your lips, the sensation of your hands roaming him as pretty as you pleased. This moment had been better than anything he conjured up in his head. He had never envisioned how much hot need would be in it until he had you there in his arms.

You tried to push him away suddenly, but he kept at you, not yet having had his fill. “Wait -” You caved for a brief moment and kissed him back, then pulled away again. “What about -”

“I said no to Adelaide.” He went back to your lips, then to your neck to explain himself so you’d stop pulling away. “I was going to ask you. But you ran off.” He hoped that was enough to stop any further questions, because his mind was already onto more pressing matters. He had heard that sucking on someone’s neck would leave marks, he decided to try it on you then.

You bit your lip, trying to keep your eyes from rolling into the back of your head. “You um -” You cleared your throat, “You still want to ask me?”

“I will, but let’s not talk right now.” 

-

Sebastian:

“What has gotten into you today?” Sebastian caught you off guard, shutting the greenhouse door behind him. You were tending to the carnivorous plants for Professor Garlick, you being the only student she really entrusted with such duties. 

You glanced at him over your shoulder, then brought your focus back to the plants. “I’m a little busy right now, Sebastian.”

He had never heard you speak to him with such acidity, you might as well have slapped him in the face. You had been in a sour mood with him all day. Of all the times for you to be upset with him, why did it have to be the day he had finally decided to confess his feelings and ask you to The Yule Ball? He strode to your side and bore his gaze into you, willing you to face him and explain yourself.

You didn’t give in and continued tending to the chomping cabbages. Sebastian was the last person you wanted to see. After everything the two of you had gone through, all the glimpses you gave each other, all the near kisses, how could it not mean the same for him as it did you? Was his overprotectiveness for you something brotherly rather than romantic? You felt so stupid having mixed the two. You had fallen so deeply in love with him through the years, and now you’ve come to find he doesn’t see you in that way. He made it very obvious how smitten he was when Grace Pinch-Smedley fawned over him, professing her love and asking him to the ball. 

“At least tell me what's upset you so.” He said sternly, interrupting your tragic thoughts.

You knew you should wait until your anger dissipated before speaking with him, but in that moment you didn’t care. You set down your gardening tools and turned to face him.

“How about we talk about you first, Sebastian?”

He let out a frustrated exhale through his nose and crossed his arms over his chest. “What about me?”

“I saw you and Grace speaking this morning, seems you were quite pleased with yourself. Care to share?”

He quirked his brow, not sure where you were heading with this. He remembered Grace speaking with him, but he didn’t remember feeling ‘pleased with himself’. “You saw Grace and I, did you?”

“I did.” You turned back to the chomping cabbages then. “Seems she was doing more than just asking you to the ball.”

He inwardly cringed at the memory. He was flattered at her confession, sure. But the part where he had to reject her had really taken away anything pleasant about the moment. “She told me she had been... harboring feelings for me.” He got shifty thinking back on it, getting rejected after spilling your guts like that must be dreadful.

You took note of his body language, and rosy cheeks. It was salt in the wound and the scowl on your face deepened. “No need to be so bloody bashful about it, Sebastian.” You mumbled.

He stilled then. You thought he was ‘bashful’ thinking back on his interaction with Grace? The gears in his brain started turning.

In that moment, you figured this was your last chance to lay it all out there for him. Since Grace very blatantly told him she wanted more than just a date to the ball, best to tell him how you felt now before they were officially together.

You turned to him fully. “Sebastian, do you care for me?”

His heart began racing and he straightened. “Of course.”

“Like you care for Anne and Ominis?"

“I do.” He said with conviction.

“So, like a sibling?”

“I - Well, I -”

“Because I don’t care for you like a brother, Sebastian.” You took a step towards him.

He was entranced, listening close to everything you had to say. The air between you two grew thick and it clicked for him then. The possessiveness he usually felt over you was now what you were feeling over him. You were under the impression he accepted Grace’s feelings... and you can’t stand it. A rousing sensation shot through him. He wanted to see what more you would do with this newfound greediness for him. 

“Perhaps you should have gotten to me before Grace did.” It was bold. He knew he was treading on thin ice, but seeing you act in the way he usually did was a turn of the tables he never knew he wanted to see. He was going to egg you on, get as much of this avaricious side out of you as he could before you devoured him like the plants in this room wanted to.

You reached out to him and began trifling with his tie. He stood perfectly still, afraid that if he moved you’d get discouraged and release him. “Are you telling me you would have been mine if I got to you first?”

Oh yes. “Suppose we’ll never know, considering you didn’t.” This wasn’t at all how he thought confessing his feelings to you would go. But this was a much more electrifying way to do so.

The two of you had unknowingly stepped closer to one another, pulled together like magnetic stones. Your hands were no longer fiddling with his tie, but rather holding it, ever so gently pulling him towards you. “So I’ve lost you, have I?”

Fight for me. Don’t let anyone else have me. “And if you have?” He wanted to find out what your lips tasted like more than he ever had before. He was so close, and eyed them oh so hungrily. But he tried to hold strong a bit longer, so he could know if you were feeling just as carnivorous for him as he always had for you.

The fire in your eyes almost had him on his knees. 

Claim me. Claim me as I’ve claimed you.

Giving his tie a hard yank, you pulled him to you and caught his lips with yours. You didn’t waste any time, straightaway tasting his bottom lip with your tongue. Keeping an unyielding grip on his tie, you shot a hand up to his hair and held tight. He put his hands on your hips, and couldn’t stop himself from pulling at your shirt so it came untucked. His hands roamed around your lower back, under your shirt to feel your skin.

Your movements in this kiss were the result of years of pining. There was both an ache to take it slow, feeling everything you both possibly could, and an urgency to make up for lost time right then and there. Now that you finally had him... Wait wait wait, I don’t have him.

You tore yourself from him and walked away, tucking your shirt back in.

“Wha - What? Where are you going?” He was breathless and dizzy and disheveled from your kiss. Get back here.

“Go to Grace.”

He groaned. He should have known keeping up the Grace ruse would have some sort of consequence. But in the moment, he was so obsessive over the fact that you wanted to stake your claim on him, he couldn’t help himself. “I lied about Grace. I turned her down.”

You turned to face him, still keeping your distance across the greenhouse. “Why would you -”

“Because being near you makes me crazy, that’s why!” He shot a hand through his hair, more out of anguish than to fix the mess you made. “I’m mad for you. How have you not noticed? This... possessiveness you have over me today? I feel it for you all the time. So, I’m sorry if I crossed a line, I -” He let out a shaky breath, trying to put the words together. “Seeing you act how I have... I wanted to relish it a bit longer. Forgive me.”

You remained where you were, but he could see your features shift. “Enjoyed my suffering, did you?”

Trying to keep his composure, he nodded his head. Your sultry look had his blood heading somewhere it shouldn’t in the middle of the greenhouse.

He may have been slow catching onto your jealousy, but he was quick to catch that you wanted his lips back on yours. Ravenous himself, he strode up to you and pulled you back against him.

sebastian sallowxreader and “tell me to stop, tell me or i won’t be able to.” “then don’t.” 😳

Tell Me to Stop // Sebastian Sallow x Reader

18+ Minors DNI All underage characters are aged 18+ Summary: 600 Word Count: Warnings: public intimacy, fingering, light degrading, edging, blood

Prompt: “tell me to stop, tell me or I won’t be able to.” “Then don’t.”

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Charms class drug on today! It was a lecture period, and Professor Ronen really made it feel like that. You thought by year 7 there would be nothing else to learn. Sebastian sat next to you, drawing doodles on your notes and bumping his knee into yours under the table. You locked your leg around his, holding him still. His hand dropped his pen, ink splattering on the page. He brought it down under the table, his hand brushed over your thigh reaching for your hand, your breath hitched, and he noticed smirking to himself. “What was that?’ he whispered barely even audible. He squeezes your knee, your reflexes kicking allowing his leg to escape. “Nothing, you mumbled, trying your hardest to focus on your notes again. He put his hand down again, letting it brush over your leg, this time you didn’t flinch. You felt it graze your knee, bare skin to bare skin. He pushed up, under the fabric of your skirt. You froze, your pen shaking over the paper. He pushed his hand between your thighs, resting it there. “Tell me to stop,” he whispered. You stayed silent, waiting in anticipation, his thumb brushed over your panty line, “Please tell me to stop,” he was practically begging, “or I won’t be able to.” “Then don’t” you whispered, letting your arm lean against his. He pressed his thumb against your clit, rubbing against the cloth of your panties. “You’re already so wet,” he moved aside your panties, his finger gliding along your slit. He pushed in a finger, slowly pumping it in and out. You grabbed the bench seat underneath you, biting your lip to keep from moaning. He pushed in a second, his fingers moving in a waving motion. Your body was tense, stiff like a board with pleasure. He removed his finger, moving it up to twirl circles around your clit. You jumped, grabbing onto his arm quickly. He smirked, pretending to write notes with his other hand. He adjusts his hand, dipping his fingers back into you, his thumb rubbing your clit. He was bringing you close, your hand squeezing tight around his forearm. He pumped fast, his fingers hitting your g spot. You bit your lip hard, suppressing any moan and whimper. You dug your nails into his skin, knowing it was going to leave a mark. “Seb,” you let out a sigh. He quickened his fingers again, fluctuating his speed. “Hm?’ he hummed in question. You closed your legs, squeezing them shut, Sebastian continued pumping his fingers. Your stomach filled with static, then the sense of euphoria, you put down hard on your lip, a sharp pain arising. You pulled Sebastian’s hand away. “Fuck,” you whispered a little too loud. Professor Ronan looked at you. “Ms. Y/L/N is everything alright,” she was walking towards your table. “Sorry that was me,” Sebastian began trying to make excuses, not aware of the blood running from your lip. “Mr. Sallow, that is quite enough,” Ronen shushed his excuses, “Please walk Ms. Y/L/N to the infirmary,” he looked over to you, your tongue running over the blood. “Yes ma’am,” Sebastian stood quickly, packing away his books and yours as well. He carried yours out the door as you held your lip.

“God you’re redder than my notebook,” he chuckled, noticing the color in your cheeks. His notebook was bright red, you could only imagine the color of your face. You were far too embarrassed to retort anything. You simply shook your head at his remarks, pushing through the doors to the nurse.

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      You smiled as you swatted at Sebastian quietly, ducking behind a bookshelf as Peeves floated by. Sebastian only shook his head as he smiled back, quietly trying to put a book away that the two of you had taken from the restricted section the night before. You peeked around the corner, following the ghost with your eyes while Sebastian tried to find the next book he was after, muttering to himself as he read the spine of each book quickly. You watched as Peeves continued his rounds, clearly searching for Sebastian, who had a record of spending time after hours in the restricted section and loved fetching the librarian to watch her give Sebastian detention.

      You jump slightly as Sebastian placed his hand to your back, nodding that he found what he was after and that it was time to go. You scanned the area once more as you quickly retreated to follow Sebastian, head hung low to stay hidden. He smiled back at you in triumph, waving the book in front of you as he walked. You shook your head as you closed your eyes for a moment. “Put it away, before someone sees it in your hand!” You whispered, smiling as you grabbed the sleeve of his robe. He scoffed quietly as he put it in his bag, turning to head down another row of shelves lined with books. “Peeves won't hang around too long, and by the time he finds us we’ll already be gone.” He whispered matter-of-factly. You shook your head once again, looking behind you to see if Peeves was anywhere nearby.

      You sneaked around a few more shelves, Sebastian stopped a few times to look at some books, only moving when you poked him in the side. “We can’t stay here long, remember?” You whispered, taking the lead as you poked your head around a shelf, spotting the next route to take. You motioned for Sebastian to follow you as he sighed, putting a book back when you raised a brow. You quickly tiptoed across the room, stopping when you reached another shelf, turning to see if Sebastian had followed you. He did, of course, right behind you. He crashed into you, sending you to the ground with a thud as you gasped. Sebastian fell on top of you, eyes wide as he quickly placed his hand over your mouth. You glared up at him, his eyes apologetic as he quickly looked around. He sighed quietly as he slowly removed his hand from your mouth as the library stayed quiet. You sat up and moved from under him, dusting your robe as you narrowed your eyes at him.

      “Are you serious?” You whispered, lightly swatting at him when he tried to help you up. “Why were you so close?” Sebastian raised his hands in defense, a slight blush to his cheeks. “To make sure you didn’t get caught?” He said, causing you to narrow your eyes. “How would that help? If someone saw me, they would have seen you right behind me!” Sebastian tried not to laugh as you scolded him, his lips tightening as he held back a smile. You furrowed your brows as you got to your feet. “What’s so funny? Do you want detention?” You asked, crossing your arms as he shook his head, a slight smile on his lips. “Of course not, but you have to admit, this is rather fun.” “Fun? You knocked me over.” “But I saved you.”

      You sighed and shook your head as you turned away from Sebastian, feeling your cheeks heat up as you remembered that Sebastian had, in fact, landed on top of you, covering your mouth so you didn’t cry out when you hit the ground. “Wouldn’t have had to do that if you paid attention.” “Attention, attention! Attention is right! What a sight, two students sneaking in the library at night!” You groaned as you closed your eyes, slowly turning around with tight lips as you were met with Peeves. Sebastian quickly shook his head as he tried to talk to Peeves. “Not sneaking! Can’t you rest for a night?” You shook your head as you brought a hand to pinch the bridge of your nose, sighing. “A rest? Why rest when there are students sneaking around! Perhaps you will pay more attention, in detention!” Sebastian yelled after Peeves, who disappeared as he went to fetch the librarian. “Come back, you damn poltergeist!”

      You shook your head as you watched Sebastian search for a place to hide. “Whatever you’re planning, you know it won't work.” You said, crossing your arms. Sebastian looked back at you, glaring as he raised his arms, gesturing around him. “Well? Do you have any ideas? She’s going to be here any moment to send us off, and then we’ll have to spend the time we had in detention instead of something far more important.” You pinched the bridge of your nose as you sighed, whispering. “We wouldn’t be in this situation if you had paid attention, remember? This is on you.” He scoffed, walking over to you. “I’m not covering for you again! You still owe me from last time.” You nodded, biting the inside of your cheek. The sound of hurried footsteps began to surface, no doubt from the heels of the librarian as she followed Peeves. “I’ll pay my debt to you now then, but if you even try anything I will personally toss you to Peeves, got it?” Sebastian furrowed his brows in confusion as the steps grew closer.

      “Pucker up, lover boy.” You whispered, grabbing his collar, and planting your lips onto his as the librarian turned down another aisle. Sebastian tensed up at the sudden intimacy, but quickly wrapping his arms around you to deepen the kiss; unsure if your idea was to have a random make out session in front of the librarian, who had yet to turn down to where the two of you were. You closed your eyes as you felt his soft lips against your own; the slight taste of butterbeer lingering on his lips reminded you about what you had done before you decided to sneak around the library, a nice trip to Hogsmeade. Your cheeks heated up as you realized that you hadn’t actually thought the plan through, only getting as far as you were now, unsure how to continue.

      Sebastian smiled into the kiss, taking over as he peeked through his lashes, finding the librarian glare at the two of you from across the room, stomping over to the two silhouettes she saw. He ran his fingers through your hair as he continued to kiss you, smirking as the librarian gasped, turning away from the two of you when she was close enough to see what was happening. “Mr. Sallow! As glad as I am that you are not stealing from my shelves again, must you get so handsy with another student in my library?” You chuckled as you hid your face from her, burying it in his shoulder as he gasped for air, red in the face as he stuttered to her. “Sorry! Won’t happen again, I promise!” She sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose, turning away as she left. “Please leave. If you must snog with another student, please do it somewhere more private.” “Yes Ma’am.”

      Peeves floated above the two of you, frustrated that he didn’t get you in trouble. “Free to go, you are. Sneaky, very sneaky. Next time, then.” And with a smile, Peeves disappeared. You kept your face buried in Sebastian’s shoulder; face hot in embarrassment as you tried to catch your breath. Surprised that your plan actually worked, you were unsure what to do next as you stood in his embrace, listening to his breathing as he chuckled. “Amazing. I can’t believe that worked!” He breathed, his heart beating at a fast pace from the excitement. You nodded slowly, clearing your throat as you removed yourself from his grasp, fixing your robes as you avoided eye contact. You looked around, breathing heavily as you looked for the exit, quickly moving to the door. “Wait up, y/n!” Sebastian said, following you out of the library.

      “How did you know that would work?” Sebastian asked, walking down the hall next to you as you continued to try to calm your heart. You shrugged, staring at the ground as you walked. “I didn’t. Figured we’d still get scolded, actually.” Sebastian scoffed as he smiled at you, grabbing your arm. “So, you decided to kiss me, not knowing if it would work or not?” You shook your head frantically, stuttering. “No! That’s not what I meant!” Sebastian smirked as he watched your flustered face, trying to explain the logic behind what you did. You glared at him, crossing your arms as you tried to cool your cheeks as your thoughts raced. “What? Are you going to say something dumb?” You said, puffing out your cheeks as you turned away, unable to look at Sebastian’s face after the ordeal. He chuckled as he moved closer, grabbing your arm to turn you to him.

      “I can say that I appreciate it, getting out of detention.” He said, smiling at you. You felt your cheeks heat up even more at the closeness. “I can also say, I wouldn’t mind do that more often.” Your eyes widened as your heartbeat faster. “What, sneak into the library? We already do that enough.” You said, trying to play off what you thought he meant. Sebastian’s smile grew as he watched you, shaking his head. “I was mainly talking about that stunt you pulled, after you said that was you repaying me.” You chuckled slightly as your cheeks grew even hotter, glancing up at Sebastian. “I said not a word about it.” You pouted, playfully glaring at him. He shook his head, shrugging. “I think we could make that normal occurrence, if you wanted.”

      You sighed, glancing around the hall and back to Sebastian. You quickly placed a kiss to his lips, feeling him smile as he wrapped an arm around your waist. You lightly tapped his cheek before you parted from him, giving him a smile. “Keep quiet about it and maybe you’ll get more.” “Absolutely.”

𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 (𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲) 🍸

• he would last a couple of drinks and (or) shots until he became drunk

• definitely a happy/affectionate kind of guy when intoxicated

• he'd be hanging on to every word you say looking at you with his big hazel eyes

• mouth hanging agape cause he is so head over heels in love with you

• giggling and laughing at your jokes

• loverboy grinning so wide it could be mistaken as the sun

• his pupils would be soooo dilated

• his face would be flushed (esp. ears and nose or when cregan teases jace abt how smitten he is with you)

• his glasses would be sitting crooked on his aquiline nose (probebly from all the sloppy kisses he's giving you)

• stumbles over his words / asks really random questions like "when the weel was invented?" • "what i wanted to know ..."

• if your in a bar he'd be sitting close to you in one of those booths. he'd have his hands wrapped around your waist kissing your neck, lips anything he can

• if your at home ;) he'd have you on his lap leaving hickys everywhere the eye can see while his hands are sliding up your your shirt

• coming home from the bar you'd have to help him walk cause this boy decided shots were a good idea • " what! no this was cregan's ideeeaaa..."

• "you're so preeettttyyy" • "you're sooo beautiful"

• while walking home lowkey forgets your his girlfriend and gets shy. would ask if you had a boyfriend and when you say your happily taken, he's starts to pout.

• "w-whos the lucky g-guyy"

• "it's you love"

• jaces nearly jumps up and down bc of how happy he is

• sloppy and wet kisses 💋

• when you two finaly get home he practicly flops onto your shared bed • his hair is going into every direction yet it stilll holds it's beautiful curls you love so much

• while helping him get ready for bed he says something that never stops giving you butterflys

• "i love you"

• making sure his his medicine and a glass of water are on his bedside table (next to the framed photo of you two) you tuck both of you in

• jace's arms already circeling around your waist wanting needing to be as close to you as possible

• nuzzles into your neck needing to smell your perfume

• befor you fall asleep you say one last thing

• "i love you too"

A/N - 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑶𝑭𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫

this just randomly came to me this evening so I had to write a few headcanons ;)) i did get carried away...

hoped you enjoyed this lovlie! love to hear feedback! stay safe and take care 🫶🏻💋🫂

~ 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐞𝟒𝐮

“pretty girl”

• pairing: sirius black x fem!reader

• genre: fluff

• summary: sirius saves the day when reader gets slightly jealous.

• word count: 1,053

• warnings: a sexual innuendo maybe

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Giggles.

That's all she's been listening to for the last twenty minutes and she's sick of them.

(Y/N)'s frown deepens while the words from her book simply pass through her mind without being processed due to the lack of concentration.

She was expecting an undisturbed morning in her boyfriend's dorm when he had begged her to wake up early and meet him after his Quidditch practice. But here she was, sitting on his bed, skimming through a book she'd found nearby as she waited for him, while Marlene McKinnon attempted to flirt with Sirius outside the room.

She ignored the first few minutes of it but eventually it turned into a headache. With every passing minute, the pitch of Marlene's giggles went higher and higher. But what she hated the most was that Sirius was still standing there without interrupting the attempted flirting.

Closing the book shut with a snap she slams it down on the bed in frustration.

“What did the poor book do to deserve that?” The amused voice of Sirius Black startles her when he finally walks in.

“You're late,” she states, her tone reflects her mood.

“I know, I'm sorry. Got a little tied up on the way,” he sends an apologetic smile towards her and slides smoothly beside her on the bed, “Marlene was asking me about our next match against Ravenclaw this week.”

“Oh, yes. I heard that,” her voice chimes with a sickly sweet undertone as she continues, “And I'm sure everyone on the floor above and below heard it too.”

Sirius chuckles at his girlfriend's humor before propping himself up on his elbow and looks at her.

“I really am sorry, love. I didn't know it would upset you,” he replies with a blissful smile and starts stroking her knee comfortingly.

She narrows her eyes at him.

“I'm not upset, Sirius!” (Y/N) squeals defensively when she notices his amused smile growing, “No! It doesn't upset me. You can talk to whomever you like. But it's just a little ridiculous, I think. Since when did discussing the Quidditch schedule become so funny? Because I would definitely like to know that too,” she snorts.

This time, Sirius sits up grinning widely. No longer hiding his amusement behind the smirks.

“Darling, are you jealous?” He asks, tilting his face to read his girlfriend's expressions.

(Y/N) lets out an unusually high-pitched laugh.

“What?” She chuckles, rolling her eyes smoothly and opens the previously thrown book again to hide her face in it, “Please, as if!”

He dips his face low while tilting it to watch her before reaching forward to poke her cheeks, but she swats his hands away sharply.

“Good Merlin, you are!” He guffaws, “Aww, look at your face — don't frown!”

“I am not jealous! I'm NOT!” She threatens to chuck the book at him before deciding otherwise, “Oh, forget it! You're not going to believe me anyway.”

And as she grumbles her body twists the other way and her back faces Sirius. She doesn't bother to turn around and see why he is quiet because she knows he's probably silently trying to contain his laughter.

Few minutes pass quietly between them as neither speaks a word and (Y/N) distractedly plays with the pages of the book.

“You know it's okay to admit it, right?” He says after a while.

“I know. But I'm not jealous, so there's nothing to admit,” she answers back shortly.

“Uh-huh.”

Even though she can't see it she knows that he's sporting that stupid smile on his face. Sighing in defeat she turns back to face him again.

“Look, it's— don't look at me like that— it's uncomfortable to watch how comfortable she is around you, okay? That's all. She's too giggly around you.”

“Oh, yes, she is,” he chuckles, shaking his head.

“And, uh,” she hesitates now, playing with the hem of her t-shirt, “she's pretty too.”

She doesn't look up to see him respond to it and misses the part where he narrows his eyes at her.

“Yes. But—” he gets off the bed nonchalantly, pulling his girlfriend along with him by her wrist and leads the confused girl in front of the small mirror above his drawer, “—this girl is prettier, wouldn't you agree?”

A surprised giggle sneaks out of her lips before she could even process his words. She tries to cover it up with a careless eye roll but the effort goes unsuccessful when Sirius's hands wind around her waist like a serpent, tightly caging her to the spot. His chin rests comfortably on her right shoulder, and his eyes observe her reflection minutely with a knowing grin.

“Look! That's exactly what I'm talking about!” He points to her smile in the mirror then presses his lips to her heated cheeks before murmuring, “Isn't she pretty?”

(Y/N) struggles getting words out; mind too clouded by her boyfriend's flirting. The loathsome noise of giggling that she was dreading a few minutes ago escapes out of her own lips.

It's funny how whipped she was over him. No matter how many stern words or eye rolls she'd throw at him, at the end of the day he'd know exactly which strings to pull to make her run back into his arms.

“Don't think you can just charm your way out of showing up late, Black,” (Y/N) whispers while playing with the rings on his fingers.

“Mmm, pretty sure I just did,” he whispers back with a laugh.

The laugh gets cut short when he feels an elbow jab one of his ribs and his arms move away from her waist as he yelps, still laughing.

“That wasn't very nice of you,” Sirius mutters, rubbing his ribs when she turns around to face him.

“That's for making me wait for so long,” she remarks, biting her lower lip and trying not to giggle.

He narrows his eyes once again at her and dares to step closer to her while holding her chin between his thumb and the index finger.

“Well, you've got a full day to punish me, darling. I'm yours,” his voice lowers down an octave.

“All mine?” She smirks.

“All yours.”

💌 a/n: hey everyone! thank you so much for reading! requests are open, so if you have any requests let me know. hope you're having a lovely day!