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Safe & Sound
Word Count: 1.8k
Ambrose Varyn (MC) x Sebastian Sallow x Ominis Gaunt
Summary: Since the day he arrived at Hogwarts, Ambrose had to push away his feelings in favor of whatever tasks were at hand. Until finally he just couldn't hold it back anymore.
The moment he was out of Fig's sight Ambrose's legs gave out from under him and he grabbed the wall for balance. He regretted wearing simple robes to Hogsmeade rather than his armor or even a heavy vest, just something thicker. Something thick enough he wouldn’t have been able to feel the hand on his shoulder as he was forcefully disapparated away. He could still feel that hand, the harsh grip on his shoulder. He could feel it all throughout his talk with Professor Fig and the Keepers no matter how he tried to hide it.
He knew he had a mission to complete so he tried to force everything down; the pain from the fight, the way his hand shook around his wand, the flashes of sickly green in his mind’s eye, how spells and that hauntingly familiar phrase echoed in his head. He shoved it all away behind a wall to force himself to focus, yet Fig must have seen something as before the Keepers could reveal the final repository he urged Ambrose to rest after what he’d been through. He pointed out how Ambrose would never survive a fight with Ranrok and his loyalists while half dead on his feet and no matter how Ambrose tried he couldn’t argue. So he’d left.
With every step he took it became harder and harder to keep the wall up. But he was managing. He didn’t have time for any of that. He could deal with it later, with all the other things he’d shoved behind the wall to also deal with later. For instance, everything that happened with Sebastian and Anne and the guilt of not being able to cure her, Natty getting cursed, Horntail Hall, Lodgok’s death, finding the dead body of Tobbs in that cave, the lies in his letters home, the fact that he had yet to receive a single letter from his parents…
But it was still up. The wall may be splintering, letting echoes and feelings and shaking hands through, but it was up. That was what mattered. He needed to get some sleep, bother Garreth for a particularly good healing potion, then return to the map chamber and reconvene with the Keepers.
His footsteps echoed hollowly on the stairs to the Slytherin common room. He wasn’t surprised at the silence, it was abysmally late. Yet as he reached the bottom he realized there was a sound, the familiar sound of particularly thick pages. The turning stopped.
“Ambrose?” That oh-so-welcome voice called out. Ominis. Ominis. Of course, he’d wait up. There was a small grunt as well. “Sebastian, get up, he’s back!”
“Stop kicking me,” Sebastian complained. Ambrose almost laughed. They both stayed up waiting for him. “I know you’re blind Ominis but he isn’t here.”
“He’s on the stairs, I heard footsteps and I can hear him breathing. Though it sounds oddly staggered.”
“Staggered? That can’t be good. You don’t think he’s injured again do you?”
“I don’t know, he’s just standing on the stairs.”
Shit.
“Why is he- Ambrose?” Sebastian called for him again and Ambrose took a deep breath as the shaking began again. He was fine. He just had to reassure his friends and he could go on with everything.
Ambrose made it down the last few stairs where he saw Sebastian already on his feet and Ominis standing up from a couch. He offered Sebastian a smile but Ominis’s eyebrows were scrunched up a little in concern. Sebastian made a small gasp before Ambrose could even get a word in.
“My God, what happened to you?” Sebastian exclaimed and Ambrose winced.
“What is it, what’s happened?” Ominis demanded.
“He looks beaten to hell, Ambrose, you should be in the hospital wing!” Sebastian practically flew across the common room and put his hands on Ambrose’s shoulders to look him over. “Are you alright?”
Ambrose tried to say ‘yes’. ‘Yes, I’m fine’, ‘Just tired’, something. But instead, as he watched Sebastian’s worried eyes flit about checking for injuries and saw Ominis appear next to Sebastian and reach for Ambrose’s hands, all he could think about was how terrified he’d been. He remembered diving behind a crate and curling in on himself, arms shielding his head, as curses and spells flew at him, narrowly missing him and slowly destroying his cover. He remembered tears gathering in his eyes as he tried to recall the faces of everyone he loved, wanting them to be the last things on his mind. He remembered thinking he’d never see them again.
But they were here. He saw them again. He had been so sure he was going to die, or worse.
But he was alive.
The boys he loved were here.
And the wall just fell.
Instead of a flippant dismissal or some sort of sarcastic comment a small whimper came out instead. His eyes burned as tears gather once more but this time he was safe enough that they could fall. By that point, they were going to fall even if he tried to stop them.
“Oh Ambrose,” Sebastian sighed and pulled Ambrose into him.
Ambrose just went, letting himself be pulled in and secured by arms around his waist and a hand stroking up and down his spine. He fisted his hand in the back of Sebastian’s shirt and buried his nose in Sebastian’s neck like he could hide from the world in there. His shoulders shook with sobs that still couldn’t quite make it out.
He was drowning. That was the only way to describe it. The wall was a dam and when it broke everything he’d fought so hard to ignore just came flooding in and now he was drowning, suffocating, in everything. Memories and thoughts and feelings forced their way into his heart, his mind, his lungs, until he could hardly breathe. He clung to Sebastian, his driftwood in the storm. His breath came in stutters and hiccups and he could barely feel Sebastian around him.
Crucio.
Children should be seen, not heard.
AVADA KEDAVRA!
I was bringing it to you…
It’s dragon fights.
You can’t hide!
Ammy when are you coming home?
Ambrose jolted at the feeling of another set of arms around him. Hands trailed down his arms until they found his and intertwined their fingers, not moving his hands from Sebastian’s back, simply holding them. A chest pressed against his back and a head rested between his shoulder blades. Ominis stood behind him, Sebastian in front, both holding him securely and just letting him shiver between them. Even with what was on the horizon, it was the first time since meeting Professor Fig at the carriage that he felt well and truly safe. That feeling that he could finally afford to breathe was all it took.
A sob finally ripped itself from his chest, so violently it hurt his ribs and got caught in his throat. After that came another and another, tearing themselves free and taking his strength with them. The pain of his injuries crept back in but still, he just sobbed and sobbed until he didn’t have the breath nor the energy to cry anymore. He hadn’t even noticed his legs crumpling or the cold tile floor beneath his knees because Sebastian and Ominis had simply held onto him and come down with him. They let him fall apart but they acted as anchors, keeping him from being completely washed away.
When his sobs turned to hiccups he managed to sit up. Both boys let him but neither moved from where they sat as Ambrose wiped at his face.
“What happened?” Ominis asked, much softer than his fearful demand from earlier.
“Your owl just said not to expect you for classes or dinner and that you were going into Hogsmeade then an errand for the Keepers,” Sebastian added. “Who did this to you?”
“Rookwood,” Ambrose answered, though he could barely make out the name himself his voice was so rough.
“Rookwood,” Sebastian spit out the name. His hands clenched into fists so tight they began to shake from the tension. “Where was he? I’ll go back there and make him pay for this.”
“He’s gone, Sebastian,” Ambrose shook his head. “I-I killed him.”
“What?” Ominis breathed. Ambrose turned to him with a pleading expression he knew Ominis couldn’t even see.
“I had to,” Ambrose swore. “I didn’t want to but him and his Ashwinders grabbed me from Hogsmeade and trapped me in these ruins as every Ashwinder in the highlands showed up all at once. They only stopped when I killed Rookwood, I-I had to, Ominis, I was going to die, they were going to kill me.”
“Breathe, Ambrose, it’s alright, I believe you,” Ominis reassured him and Ambrose felt the tension creeping back into his shoulders release again. He’d been scared enough of losing Ominis to his own death, but the thought of Ominis choosing to never speak to him because he’d lived, well, that was somehow worse. “Are you alright?”
“I think I just answered that question,” Ambrose chuckled humorlessly.
“No matter how you’re doing emotionally you need to go to the hospital wing,” Sebastian said. “You’re covered in bruises and I think you’re bleeding, you look awful, and that’s with your robes on.”
“You say the nicest things, Seb,” Ambrose hummed. “I’ll be fine I just ran out of Wiggenweld potions, I’ll get some more in the morning.”
“Or you go to the hospital wing now,” Sebastian insisted. He tried to pull Ambrose to his feet but Ambrose refused to budge. Maybe he did need attention for his injuries. But with how late it was he’d just be forced to spend the night in the hospital wing and that wasn’t what he need right now. He needed safety and warmth and familiarity. “Ambrose-”
“Please, Sebastian,” Ambrose muttered. Sebastian paused. “Not tonight. Please.”
Sebastian hesitated, even Ominis looked like he was going to agree with him, but finally, Sebastian sighed and knelt back down.
“Fine,” Sebastian relented. “Right Ominis?”
“Really?” Ominis sighed. “Alright. But if Wiggenweld doesn’t fix you right up in the morning then you’re going straight to the hospital wing without discussion.”
“Deal, you worrywart,” Ambrose teased.
“We are at least getting you to bed,” Sebastian declared. “Come on, you. Up you get.”
Ambrose considered arguing further, finding for once that the Slytherin common room’s floor was the comfiest floor he’d ever sat on, but he relented and let the two boys lead him up to their dormitory. To his surprise, however, rather than being sat down on his own bed, he was led to Sebastian’s. He almost said something but instead bit his lip to hide a smile. The three of them changed and crawled into Sebastian’s bed together, positions mirroring that of earlier, and Ambrose let himself ignore what may come in the morning. Just this once, he ignored his mind and listened to the feeling of warmth in his heart. He was safe here.
For now.
Safe & Sound
Word Count: 1.8k
Ambrose Varyn (MC) x Sebastian Sallow x Ominis Gaunt
Summary: Since the day he arrived at Hogwarts, Ambrose had to push away his feelings in favor of whatever tasks were at hand. Until finally he just couldn't hold it back anymore.
The moment he was out of Fig's sight Ambrose's legs gave out from under him and he grabbed the wall for balance. He regretted wearing simple robes to Hogsmeade rather than his armor or even a heavy vest, just something thicker. Something thick enough he wouldn’t have been able to feel the hand on his shoulder as he was forcefully disapparated away. He could still feel that hand, the harsh grip on his shoulder. He could feel it all throughout his talk with Professor Fig and the Keepers no matter how he tried to hide it.
He knew he had a mission to complete so he tried to force everything down; the pain from the fight, the way his hand shook around his wand, the flashes of sickly green in his mind’s eye, how spells and that hauntingly familiar phrase echoed in his head. He shoved it all away behind a wall to force himself to focus, yet Fig must have seen something as before the Keepers could reveal the final repository he urged Ambrose to rest after what he’d been through. He pointed out how Ambrose would never survive a fight with Ranrok and his loyalists while half dead on his feet and no matter how Ambrose tried he couldn’t argue. So he’d left.
With every step he took it became harder and harder to keep the wall up. But he was managing. He didn’t have time for any of that. He could deal with it later, with all the other things he’d shoved behind the wall to also deal with later. For instance, everything that happened with Sebastian and Anne and the guilt of not being able to cure her, Natty getting cursed, Horntail Hall, Lodgok’s death, finding the dead body of Tobbs in that cave, the lies in his letters home, the fact that he had yet to receive a single letter from his parents…
But it was still up. The wall may be splintering, letting echoes and feelings and shaking hands through, but it was up. That was what mattered. He needed to get some sleep, bother Garreth for a particularly good healing potion, then return to the map chamber and reconvene with the Keepers.
His footsteps echoed hollowly on the stairs to the Slytherin common room. He wasn’t surprised at the silence, it was abysmally late. Yet as he reached the bottom he realized there was a sound, the familiar sound of particularly thick pages. The turning stopped.
“Ambrose?” That oh-so-welcome voice called out. Ominis. Ominis. Of course, he’d wait up. There was a small grunt as well. “Sebastian, get up, he’s back!”
“Stop kicking me,” Sebastian complained. Ambrose almost laughed. They both stayed up waiting for him. “I know you’re blind Ominis but he isn’t here.”
“He’s on the stairs, I heard footsteps and I can hear him breathing. Though it sounds oddly staggered.”
“Staggered? That can’t be good. You don’t think he’s injured again do you?”
“I don’t know, he’s just standing on the stairs.”
Shit.
“Why is he- Ambrose?” Sebastian called for him again and Ambrose took a deep breath as the shaking began again. He was fine. He just had to reassure his friends and he could go on with everything.
Ambrose made it down the last few stairs where he saw Sebastian already on his feet and Ominis standing up from a couch. He offered Sebastian a smile but Ominis’s eyebrows were scrunched up a little in concern. Sebastian made a small gasp before Ambrose could even get a word in.
“My God, what happened to you?” Sebastian exclaimed and Ambrose winced.
“What is it, what’s happened?” Ominis demanded.
“He looks beaten to hell, Ambrose, you should be in the hospital wing!” Sebastian practically flew across the common room and put his hands on Ambrose’s shoulders to look him over. “Are you alright?”
Ambrose tried to say ‘yes’. ‘Yes, I’m fine’, ‘Just tired’, something. But instead, as he watched Sebastian’s worried eyes flit about checking for injuries and saw Ominis appear next to Sebastian and reach for Ambrose’s hands, all he could think about was how terrified he’d been. He remembered diving behind a crate and curling in on himself, arms shielding his head, as curses and spells flew at him, narrowly missing him and slowly destroying his cover. He remembered tears gathering in his eyes as he tried to recall the faces of everyone he loved, wanting them to be the last things on his mind. He remembered thinking he’d never see them again.
But they were here. He saw them again. He had been so sure he was going to die, or worse.
But he was alive.
The boys he loved were here.
And the wall just fell.
Instead of a flippant dismissal or some sort of sarcastic comment a small whimper came out instead. His eyes burned as tears gather once more but this time he was safe enough that they could fall. By that point, they were going to fall even if he tried to stop them.
“Oh Ambrose,” Sebastian sighed and pulled Ambrose into him.
Ambrose just went, letting himself be pulled in and secured by arms around his waist and a hand stroking up and down his spine. He fisted his hand in the back of Sebastian’s shirt and buried his nose in Sebastian’s neck like he could hide from the world in there. His shoulders shook with sobs that still couldn’t quite make it out.
He was drowning. That was the only way to describe it. The wall was a dam and when it broke everything he’d fought so hard to ignore just came flooding in and now he was drowning, suffocating, in everything. Memories and thoughts and feelings forced their way into his heart, his mind, his lungs, until he could hardly breathe. He clung to Sebastian, his driftwood in the storm. His breath came in stutters and hiccups and he could barely feel Sebastian around him.
Crucio.
Children should be seen, not heard.
AVADA KEDAVRA!
I was bringing it to you…
It’s dragon fights.
You can’t hide!
Ammy when are you coming home?
Ambrose jolted at the feeling of another set of arms around him. Hands trailed down his arms until they found his and intertwined their fingers, not moving his hands from Sebastian’s back, simply holding them. A chest pressed against his back and a head rested between his shoulder blades. Ominis stood behind him, Sebastian in front, both holding him securely and just letting him shiver between them. Even with what was on the horizon, it was the first time since meeting Professor Fig at the carriage that he felt well and truly safe. That feeling that he could finally afford to breathe was all it took.
A sob finally ripped itself from his chest, so violently it hurt his ribs and got caught in his throat. After that came another and another, tearing themselves free and taking his strength with them. The pain of his injuries crept back in but still, he just sobbed and sobbed until he didn’t have the breath nor the energy to cry anymore. He hadn’t even noticed his legs crumpling or the cold tile floor beneath his knees because Sebastian and Ominis had simply held onto him and come down with him. They let him fall apart but they acted as anchors, keeping him from being completely washed away.
When his sobs turned to hiccups he managed to sit up. Both boys let him but neither moved from where they sat as Ambrose wiped at his face.
“What happened?” Ominis asked, much softer than his fearful demand from earlier.
“Your owl just said not to expect you for classes or dinner and that you were going into Hogsmeade then an errand for the Keepers,” Sebastian added. “Who did this to you?”
“Rookwood,” Ambrose answered, though he could barely make out the name himself his voice was so rough.
“Rookwood,” Sebastian spit out the name. His hands clenched into fists so tight they began to shake from the tension. “Where was he? I’ll go back there and make him pay for this.”
“He’s gone, Sebastian,” Ambrose shook his head. “I-I killed him.”
“What?” Ominis breathed. Ambrose turned to him with a pleading expression he knew Ominis couldn’t even see.
“I had to,” Ambrose swore. “I didn’t want to but him and his Ashwinders grabbed me from Hogsmeade and trapped me in these ruins as every Ashwinder in the highlands showed up all at once. They only stopped when I killed Rookwood, I-I had to, Ominis, I was going to die, they were going to kill me.”
“Breathe, Ambrose, it’s alright, I believe you,” Ominis reassured him and Ambrose felt the tension creeping back into his shoulders release again. He’d been scared enough of losing Ominis to his own death, but the thought of Ominis choosing to never speak to him because he’d lived, well, that was somehow worse. “Are you alright?”
“I think I just answered that question,” Ambrose chuckled humorlessly.
“No matter how you’re doing emotionally you need to go to the hospital wing,” Sebastian said. “You’re covered in bruises and I think you’re bleeding, you look awful, and that’s with your robes on.”
“You say the nicest things, Seb,” Ambrose hummed. “I’ll be fine I just ran out of Wiggenweld potions, I’ll get some more in the morning.”
“Or you go to the hospital wing now,” Sebastian insisted. He tried to pull Ambrose to his feet but Ambrose refused to budge. Maybe he did need attention for his injuries. But with how late it was he’d just be forced to spend the night in the hospital wing and that wasn’t what he need right now. He needed safety and warmth and familiarity. “Ambrose-”
“Please, Sebastian,” Ambrose muttered. Sebastian paused. “Not tonight. Please.”
Sebastian hesitated, even Ominis looked like he was going to agree with him, but finally, Sebastian sighed and knelt back down.
“Fine,” Sebastian relented. “Right Ominis?”
“Really?” Ominis sighed. “Alright. But if Wiggenweld doesn’t fix you right up in the morning then you’re going straight to the hospital wing without discussion.”
“Deal, you worrywart,” Ambrose teased.
“We are at least getting you to bed,” Sebastian declared. “Come on, you. Up you get.”
Ambrose considered arguing further, finding for once that the Slytherin common room’s floor was the comfiest floor he’d ever sat on, but he relented and let the two boys lead him up to their dormitory. To his surprise, however, rather than being sat down on his own bed, he was led to Sebastian’s. He almost said something but instead bit his lip to hide a smile. The three of them changed and crawled into Sebastian’s bed together, positions mirroring that of earlier, and Ambrose let himself ignore what may come in the morning. Just this once, he ignored his mind and listened to the feeling of warmth in his heart. He was safe here.
For now.
Shout out to the fourth Slytherin student who spends his 6th year pretending he doesn't know Ambrose, Ominis, and Sebastian sleep cuddled up every night
☆ when both Ominis and Sebastian have a crush on you☆ (you x ominis x sebastian)
continuation to my silly little thoughts about relationship with Ominis and Sebastian. You can read the first part here♡
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It’s unmistakable that both Ominis and Sebastian have feelings for you that go beyond mere friendship...
You can see it in Sebastian's eyes, dark and focused, in his shoulders, straightened and proud, in his little smiles and hearty laughter after you've done something utterly dangerous yet fun. You make him feel alive, he's been waiting for someone like you since forever it seems. Sebastian is eager to impress you, yearning to make you happy and to spend every second of his time in your company (because why not?) and the feeling is mutual. You feel adored, you feel alive, you feel wanted.
Ominis, on the other hand, is more reserved. He treads carefully, protecting his peace. However, as time passes, you notice him gradually opening up. During conversations, he surprises you with thoughtful and beautiful compliments that make your heart sink in your chest. He sees you like no one has before, attempting to truly understand you. Yet, as you observe his nervous gestures, you realize he's afraid of getting hurt in the end – and it pains your soul because you could never hurt him, not him.
Late at night, you find yourself torn. What if you want them both?
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Not much has changed in terms of the trio spending time together, but the dynamics have certainly shifted a bit here and there (hihi)
Sebastian openly expresses affection for both Ominis and you, ensuring neither feels neglected
Ominis remains observant and understanding, possessing a natural ability to notice subtle shifts in mood, body language, and all
Your favourite moments involve quietly reading books on the sofa, bodies softly touching, warm and cozy against the fireplace
Another cherished moment is laying on the grass, stargazing and talking, holding hands with them, silently thanking Merlin that it’s so dark – because if it weren’t you couldn’t hide your red cheeks
One time, Sebastian (of course it got to be him) got the idea to cook something in the kitchens. He took the lead, excited but clueless. Ominis, devastated, provided thoughtful commentary and pointed out everything Sebastian was doing wrong with this posh voice of his. Sebastian was angry but the atmosphere shifted when Ominis licked his finger covered in cream, silencing everything.
Sebastian, a free spirit, desires to kiss and touch you both whenever he pleases, while Ominis, cautious of social stigma within Hogwarts grounds is more like, “No, we can't do this.”
So you talk a lot about the future, eagerly anticipating living together in your own flat, continuing your studies, supporting each other, just being together and I love love love that
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When you have a chance to sleep together in one bed it’s the happiest time. Their bodies are hot against yours, their breaths tickle your skin and you feel safe and loved
You secretly adore watching as Ominis and Sebastian are playing with each other, kissing..touching.. you could stare at them like that for hours, they are truly beautiful
When they touch you, it’s like heaven, like there’s hundred hands on your body at once and it’s making you crazy
They tell you how beautiful you are, how they love your body, how they love you
Ominis is brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, Sebastian is kissing your wrist
time stops for a moment
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you can find more of my works about sebastian and ominis ♡here♡
Hey sebinis/gauntlow fanfiction writers!
Just wanted to share an idea of a fanfic plot with you. I've had it for a while now, and I even started writing, but never finished and apparently never will. Don't know if anybody has come up with it so far? Anyway, feel free to use it in your works if you like😁
OC and Ominis agree not to put Sebastian behind bars, but Ominis has one condition - Sebastian must forget the unforgivables. (Due to Obliviate or another spell like that.) Ominis is just worried that Sebastian, being his impulsive self, might accidentally kill someone else (now that he, well, got a taste for killing) and he would hate to have his only close friend locked up in Azkaban.
Sebastian, being stubborn, overconfident and all, doesn't like the idea in the slightest. A falling out follows, during which Sebastian comes to realise a life without Ominis is duller than a life without the unforgivables will ever be. So he reluctantly agrees.
Ominis uses Obliviate or suchlike on the friend and it turns out that because of some mistake or whatever Sebastian forgot him. Just him.
Ominis gets Sebastian to St Mungo hospital where Sebastian comes around and actually gets flirty with the ~handsome guy from his faculty he hasn't met yet for some stupid reason~.
St Mungo nurses recommend getting Sebastian to the places where he spent a lot of time with Ominis. So naturally, it's Undercroft. And little by little Undercroft makes Sebastian start telling ~a new acquiantance of his~, aka Ominis, how he suddenly remembers this guy he has a crush on, while totally not associating him with Ominis right in front of him. Sebastian, being his usual open self, reveals quite a lot at that, including the moments from the past that now begin to make sense to Ominis.
While Ominis is doing his best trying to show the connection between himself and the guy Sebastian's reminiscing about and not hurt his best friend mentally in the process, he is left feeling frustrated and jealous of himself, or rather a memory of himself in Sebastian's head. OC is sympathetic, ever helpful, of course, but highly amused.
At least, that's the short of it. Hope you guys enjoyed it and will use it😄
I remember there being this one ominis gaunt x reader fic where he gifts the reader a necklace that only parseltongue can open and urgently need to find it