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Assistant: Title: Heavy Is The Crown
        Author: Jaz_Lyn_Riddle Jaz_Lyn_Riddle 
        Chapter: 4/4 
        Summary: In the wake of Solomon's death, Ominis decides that Sebastian cannot be trusted to make sound judgement and takes measures to ensure that Sebastian will present no danger to himself or others. Sebastian was lucky this time, the new fifth-year and Anne were willing to spare him, but the next time Sebastian crosses a line, Ominis might not be able to save him from death or Azkaban.Ominis has practically lost Anne, he cannot lose Sebastian too, and he will do whatever it takes to protect Sebastian.Even from himself.
        Contents: Chapter 4
    

    


      
        
          Warnings: More sm@t, branding, hurt/comfort, a lot of comfort hahaI might draw art for this fic, if I have some spare time one of these days. If I do, it'll probably be in an extra chapter, maybe with a short epilogue scene or something =DEdit: I made some minor changes to improve clarity after receiving feedback from a commenter, sorry about that, and don't worry, the changes don't actually change what happened hahaHere's another quote I really like, I went back and added some more relevant quotes to Chapters 1 and 3 too lol"Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see."~ Mark Twain
      
  

  
  
    
    Ominis sighed, seated on the edge of the bed, his fingers tight around the cuffs that were previously locked around Sebastian's wrists and the brunet's quiet snores, the only sound filling the room. His body felt sore from exertion and his heart heavy with guilt, no longer able to run from reality. The muffled cries of pain he'd heard from Sebastian as he ran through the hallway, echoing in his ears.It was his fault that Sebastian had been assaulted and tortured by his brother. His fault that Anne had died alone, that Sebastian hadn't been able to say goodbye to her.Keeping Sebastian trapped in here, could he really say it was for his protection anymore? Or was it just for himself?Was his brother right? Was he protecting Sebastian from heartbreak or was he protecting himself from having to deal with Sebastian's grief at Anne's passing? From the risk that Ominis might not be enough, that he might not be able to help Sebastian recover from that? Was he just looking for an excuse to keep Sebastian chained to his side?Ominis pressed a hand to his face, a choked sob leaving his throat. What was he doing? Making Sebastian more vulnerable over the last few years, dependent on him, he couldn't deny that it'd felt good. Imposing control on something in his f@ck@d-up life.Living as a self-serving pureblood lord. When had the act become real?“Ominis?” Sebastian's voice was ho@rs@, and Ominis’ guilt only grew.He was tired, so tired. He had to stop this. Had to fix his mistakes. Had to come clean, even if it risked losing Sebastian. It was his only path to redemption.“Anne's dead.” Ominis murmured.The silence was thick enough to cut with a knife, and Ominis felt like he was standing on that razor's edge, on the cusp of insanity.“...I know.” Sebastian finally choked out.Ominis’ eyes widened. “You- knew?”“I- sort of, my research and calculations... five years would have been a miracle.” Sebastian swallowed thickly, his voice trembling with pain. “I had hoped- I wanted to be wrong.”His voice broke, turning into sobs, and Ominis’ heart broke along with it as he reached a hand towards Sebastian, wanting to comfort him but not knowing if it'd be welcome.“Why didn't-” Sebastian bit out through his tears. “...didn't you tell me?”Ominis felt shame envelop him and he placed his hand back in his lap, answering in a small voice. “Because I wanted to spare you the pain.”Sebastian gave a wet and bitter laugh in response. “How funny, Amit was right, karma's a b@tch.”Ominis frowned in confusion, and he could hear the twisted smile in Sebastian's voice. “That's the same reason I didn't tell you about the relic.”Right... five years ago, Merlin, it felt so small now, so small compared to the five years he'd stolen from Sebastian, the five years he'd tortured Sebastian. Feeding him false hope, holding him in a suspended state of anxiety and desperation.“I had another reason.” Ominis murmured, knowing he had to do this now, in its entirety or he would never. Sick to his stomach and bracing for condemnation, he spoke. “I didn't want to lose you, your friendship, your love. I wanted to keep you by my side forever.”Another moment of silence that felt like it stretched into eternity.The bedsheets rustled and he tensed, but made no move for his wand, leaving his back open and vulnerable. It was the least he owed Sebastian.Then there were arms around his neck, but rather than strangling the life out of him, they were instead clutching tightly at his shoulders and Ominis felt the thunk of Sebastian's forehead against his shoulder blade.“Idiot.” Sebastian's voice was thick with bitter amusement, and Ominis felt wetness trickle down his bare back. “You already had that, no matter what you did or didn't do. You didn't need a reason to keep me.”A sob caught at the back of Ominis’ throat. “It's not- what I've done isn't forgivable.”“Maybe.” Sebastian huffed, pressing his cheek against Ominis' shoulder. “But that's not for you to decide.”At his words, tears began to roll down Ominis’ cheeks as well.“I'm home.” Ominis sighed tiredly as he hung his coat on the rack.“...welcome home...” Came the distant reply, and Ominis chuckled, stepping further into the room.“How's it coming along?” He asked as he moved towards Sebastian's voice.“...terribly, I'm still not sure if this is African or Aztec.” Came a frustrated grumble. “The ground team's sketches of the etchings on the left look African, but the ones on the right are completely different. D@mn goblins and their secrecy, if they'd just tell me where they dug up this cursed helm, it'd be so much easier to identify.”“Sounds like you're enjoying your promotion.” Ominis chuckled, finding Sebastian's shoulders and giving it a rub.“Not sure I'm enjoying the unpaid overtime.” Sebastian heaved a sigh and set down whatever tools he might have been using. “But it sure beats archive organisation.”“I can imagine.” Ominis smiled when Sebastian turned slightly to press a kiss to his knuckles.He'd been surprised when Sebastian had decided to join the archiving branch of Gringotts' Curse Breakers. Choosing a boring desk job instead of working on the field, recovering artefacts from dangerous tombs and dungeons.Surprised, and grateful.“And you? How's the investigation going?” Sebastian asked, releasing a soft moan as Ominis kneaded at his shoulders, sore from hunching over at his desk for hours.“Fairly well, I would say. Our friend's raid on the Macnair family with their Auror team was successful, and Natty's preparing to prosecute the head of house next week.” Ominis answered with a satisfied smile.“Thanks to your insider info. Dismantling the pureblood aristocracy, one family at a time.” Sebastian snorted. “And people called me devilish.”“Only because they don't know you, like I do.” Ominis chuckled, before pausing, his heart twisting with guilt once again. Only because they don't know how trusting and forgiving you really are under all the bluster.He'd been so scared, when he was finally in a position to free Sebastian, when arrangements had been made to ensure that the Gaunts would present no threat to either Sebastian or himself. So terrified that his beloved would leave him, that Sebastian would reveal that he'd been lying when he said that he'd forgiven Ominis.But he hadn't.Sebastian had stayed.Had even helped Ominis talk their mysterious friend down. They had been furious when they'd seen how Sebastian looked after six long years in Ominis’ care, and his condition had already improved vastly by then. Ominis was certain that their friend would have killed him on the spot if they'd seen how Sebastian had looked, before he told Sebastian the truth about Anne's death.If the shame Ominis felt had been any less unbearable, he might have found it amusing that their roles were now reversed. With Sebastian convincing their friend not to arrest Ominis for kidnapping.He doubted they'd believed Sebastian's story about working with Ominis as part of a huge charade to gather information about the Gaunts and dismantle their corrupt empire. ‘To fool your enemies, you must first fool your friends’, Sebastian had said, but despite their clear scepticism, the Auror had eventually agreed to work with Ominis. To let him redeem himself for all the damage he'd done in service to his family.And Sebastian... Sebastian had stayed with him.Spent his days together with Ominis, both the good... and the bad.The days where Sebastian simply sat unmoving, staring silently into nothing, tears drying on his cheeks, seeming almost lost and distant, hours stretching into days, especially before he'd been freed. Days that Ominis spent overcome with fear, not knowing what to do, but he'd forced himself to bear it patiently. To simply hold Sebastian, feed him and comfort him, read books to the grieving brunet and wait for him to come out of it.It was torture.Every time, it was all Ominis could do to not break down himself, but Sebastian always came back, and with the passage of time, those empty days became fewer and fewer. Now, it only happened every few weeks, and Sebastian had recovered much of his liveliness outside of them, to Ominis’ immense relief.Sebastian was even starting to be able to speak with him during his empty days. He would talk about how it'd felt to be locked up with his fear and desperation, how much he missed Anne, how painful it was to wake up and know that she was gone, how difficult it was to keep his mind away from her, from Solomon, from Marvolo, and Ominis just listened.It hurt, to have the results of his mistakes and failings laid out before him, unable to cover his ears, unable to run, but Ominis knew that after five years of selfishness, it was the least he could do. To help Sebastian sort through his feelings, to endure the pain and be there for Sebastian. To help Sebastian figure out what he needed and provide it, whether it was s@x or a listening ear or privacy or even just Ominis’ presence. He'd committed himself to giving Sebastian anything he needed to recover.Yet through all that, through even the worst of his empty days, Sebastian never blamed him for what he'd done. Never blamed Ominis for being selfish, never blamed Ominis for hurting him. Never even blamed Ominis for costing him his NEWTs, for how much harder it'd been for Sebastian to get the job he'd wanted with the Curse Breakers.Instead, Sebastian had quipped - with some dry amusement - that all the focused research he'd done in the Gaunt dungeons had made him a bona-fide expert in curse analysis and identification. That no one could deny his knowledge and that was worth more than a certificate.Honestly, it was hard to believe that Sebastian truly held no bitterness towards him. Ominis himself was still haunted by nightmares of Sebastian leaving, cursing his name and calling him a rapist, no better than the rest of his family. Of running through the dungeon halls, searching desperately for Sebastian while his screams echoed down the endless corridor.Or worse, coming home to his beloved Sebastian hanging from the rafter tie. His beautiful neck at an angle, his soft skin cold and hard under Ominis’ fingers-“Ominis?” Sebastian's voice broke his focus and Ominis realised that his hands had stilled at some point.Shaking the thoughts from his head, Ominis continued kneading, asking instead. “How many howlers did I get today?”Sebastian eyed the blond from the corner of his eye for a moment, before answering.“A little under thirty, twelve were cursed.” Sebastian shook his head, scoffing. “Can't believe Marvolo managed to bribe his way out of Azkaban.”“At least he can only empty the Family vaults once for a stunt like that.” Ominis smiled with some satisfaction as the knots under his hands unravelled. “The next time he breaks the law, he won't be able to wiggle his way out of Azkaban.”“Serves him right.” Sebastian sighed, shivering as Ominis’ hands travelled up along his neck to rub his scalp, Merlin he loved Ominis’ hands.Feeling himself harden at the sensations, Sebastian reached behind him to take those elegant hands, standing and tugging the blond towards the bed. “Come ‘ere, I've got something to give you.”With a bemused smile, Ominis allowed his lover to drag him across the once empty cottage that they now shared in Feldcroft, before shaking his head as Sebastian pushed him down to lie on the bed. “Love, I haven't even taken a bath.”“It's not like you sweat much at your boring desk job.” Sebastian rolled his eyes as he kicked his drawers off and straddled Ominis’ clothed thighs. “Don't you feel bad making me wait all day?”“Not at all.” Ominis smirked, listening to the sound of Sebastian taking off his shirt. “Nobody forced you to abstain till I got home.”Sebastian grumbled under his breath as he placed his gift in Ominis’ hands with a simple. “Here.”Ominis blinked in surprise, he hadn't thought Sebastian actually had something to give him, and he curiously examined the cylindrical object with his fingers.“A pen?” He asked, slightly underwhelmed and wondering why Sebastian had gotten him something he couldn't really use.“Yup, and not just any old reed pen from Ancient Egypt.” Sebastian answered, squirming nervously in Ominis’ lap. “It's an early prototype of the pen their magical population used to brand slaves, it's cursed-”Ominis immediately dropped it, and Sebastian quickly caught the pen before it rolled off the bed, making haste to clarify. “It's not dangerous! It's an early prototype so its function is fairly basic. It's cursed to create a raised mark on skin that cannot be covered up with any form of glamour magic. Leaves something like a welt scar. Honestly, it's only still considered a dark artifact because it's a permanent mark that can't be reversed.”At Ominis’ suspicious expression, Sebastian huffed. “I swear, it's not like with the relic. I actually did proper research this time. Look, I even got a permit to borrow it from Gringotts.”Sebastian reached into the drawer beside the bed, pulling out both the permit and catalogue entry for Ominis to read. Watching as the blond accepted the doc@ments, before casting a quick spell on it to turn the writing into Braille and run his fingers along the parchment.It hadn't been easy to get a permit to borrow the pen, but Sebastian understood now, that he'd f@ck@d up with the relic, not following any procedures, endangering himself and others. Even though he'd planned to risk only himself, his Ancient Magic wielding friend had followed him into the catacombs, Anne had gotten Solomon, and then everything had spiralled out of his control.He couldn't just expect others to understand that he was protecting them and do what he wanted them to.Even if the relic had been promising, even if being able to control Anne's curse would have allowed him to at least give her some rest from the pain, reduce the strain the curse placed on her body, and prolong her life till a cure could be found.Even if such a promising relic had seemed worth any risk, that surely, the writings of Salazar Slytherin could be trusted to be accurate. Sebastian now understood that he couldn’t count on other people agreeing with what seemed obvious to him. Especially if the only evidence he had of success was just, trust me mate.People would try to stop him, and it wouldn't matter if he'd been right or not. He could cry about that all he wanted, it wouldn't change reality. If he wanted to be believed - and not destroy his relationships - he had to be patient and work hard to convince others. To communicate and to prove his credibility with consistent efforts.He wasn't an island, separated from the rest of the world, he couldn't act like he wouldn't affect others, that he wouldn't be breaking Ominis’ heart if something happened to him. Ominis needed him, so Sebastian would be careful and patient, for Ominis.Eventually, when he was done reading the documents, Ominis returned them to Sebastian, who placed them back into the drawer.The blond felt slightly mollified to see from the permit - bearing the official Gringotts seal - that Sebastian hadn't stolen the pen, and that the description on the catalogue entry matched what Sebastian had said, but that still begged the question.“Why are you offering me this?” Ominis frowned, conflicting feelings swirling about his insides.“Because... well, I know you released me and renounced everything dark, but...” Sebastian smiled, lowering his head almost shyly. “I'm yours and I want to wear it. Forever.”Ominis’ eyes widened at his words, before softening. Had Sebastian noticed? How afraid Ominis also was, that he would one day come back to an empty cottage. That the handsome young man that Sebastian had grown into would easily find someone less anxious and controlling. Someone with less baggage.“Sebastian.” Ominis murmured, reaching up to cradle the brunet's freckled cheek.“Yeah?” Sebastian swallowed nervously.“Are you proposing to me?” Ominis’ smile was bemused. “Most people would use a ring, love.”Sebastian flushed and huffed. “Maybe. Well, look, I'm not most people. Honestly, if you don't want to, you can jus-”Pushing himself upright, Ominis’ hand slipped lower to cup Sebastian's jaw, interrupting him with a tender kiss, only parting after a sweet moment to whisper. “I do. Of course I do.”Sebastian swallowed again, his throat going dry at the choked emotion in Ominis’ voice and he nodded mutely in lieu of a reply.Taking the hand at his jaw, Sebastian placed the pen back onto Ominis’ palm, watching the blond's face intently.“Are you sure?” Ominis asked, his tone serious and expression rather grave. “It sounds like it'll be painful.”Rolling his eyes, Sebastian nodded again, answering firmly. “I am. I took a Cruciatus in fifth-year, I can handle a little pain.”Ominis snorted, his fingers closing around the pen as the seconds passed, looking as though he were deep in thought, and when the silence stretched on, Sebastian became nervous again and asked. “A- are you?”Ominis blinked, before giving him a wry smile. “I am, it's just... Well, I wouldn't say that I have the best penmanship.”Sebastian's body practically deflated with relief, and he rolled his eyes again, placing a hand over Ominis’. “I can guide you.”“That'd be helpful, yes.” Ominis chuckled sheepishly, before hesitantly asking. “Would you like to write on me too?”Sebastian blinked in surprise, it hadn't even occurred to him, and he shook his head with a laugh. “I already know you're mine, this is for you. So that you can remember, even when I can't say it.”Ominis’ eyes widened at his words, before biting his lip. “I'm sor-”“Not this agai- You're supposed to say thank you here.” Sebastian shook his head emphatically.Ominis blinked at the interruption, before his eyes closed and he smiled, a small grateful smile, and Sebastian cupped his face gently, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on his forehead.He knew how much it hurt Ominis when he was feeling down, when Sebastian was too tired to drive away the pain or hide it, when words were too much or when he couldn’t stop himself from airing his thoughts. He knew that talking about his grief for Anne reminded Ominis of his own, and no matter how tempting it often was, to take his stress out on Ominis, knowing he wouldn’t fight back, it was more than enough for Sebastian to be in pain, he didn't want to hurt Ominis too.If this mark could be of some comfort to Ominis when Sebastian was too exhausted to remind him that it wasn't his fault, that Sebastian didn't blame Ominis for his suffering, then it would be worth all the pain in the world.“...thank you...” Ominis whispered, his smile trembling at the corners, and Sebastian straightened with a satisfied grin.“What should we write?” He asked curiously. “Your full name? Would you prefer it in Braille?”“...just my first name, Ominis’. In written English, with an apostrophe should be good enough.” Ominis replied after a moment's thought, and Sebastian shivered at his answer, fighting the urge to rub himself against the blond’s thighs.Wanting it in writing rather than Braille meant that it was as much for Ominis to see with his fingers, as it was a statement for others, and Sebastian desperately tried to force away his arousal at the idea. It wouldn't do for his hands to become unsteady and make a permanent mistake while writing.Funny as that would be, it would also be quite embarrassing.“Where would you like it?” Sebastian asked. “I won't be able to guide your hand if we put it on my back.”Ominis placed his hand against Sebastian's collar, dragging down along his skin, fingers brushing through the fine hairs on his chest, following the trail down, and coming to a stop an inch or two below his navel, just above the patch of hair that his very upright d@ck was nestled in.“I think here would be good.” Ominis swallowed, his voice thick with heat, and Sebastian felt almost dizzy at his tone. The tip of his length brushed against Ominis’ forearm, making him shiver at the faint stimulation and the blond gave a low chuckle. “Though, you might have to calm down a tad, this is a little... in the way.”Ominis trailed his fingers lightly over Sebastian's erection as he said this, a small smirk curled over his lips, and the brunet glared at him, because that was most certainly not helping!Shaking his head, Sebastian swallowed a whimper and choked out. “I- it's fine, we can just- hold it out of the way. The incantation is Ligare.”Ominis chuckled again, and as suggested, held the... obstruction aside, murmuring the spell under his breath like a prayer, whispered under the moonlight. While Sebastian took the hand holding the pen - whose tip had turned a bright red - and guided it to his abdomen, struggling to keep his hand steady with Ominis’ long slender fingers around his erection.Deciding that he should start with the ‘n’ in the middle of Ominis’ name to keep it centralised, Sebastian brought it to the middle and winced when the pen's tip made contact with his skin. Okay, yeah, f@ck, that hurt.A sharp breath hissed through his teeth at the biting sting, it was a curious sensation, almost like brushing against a cat's fur after patting it for too long, but more painful and without the accompanying crackle.Taking another steadying breath, Sebastian held it and, clenching his teeth, dragged the pen's burning tip across his skin. It was like the kiss of a red-hot poker, and yet, there was a certain satisfaction throbbing through him, as he carved out the name of the person who had dictated the course of his life and always would from now on.Ominis was already a part of him, as dear as his twin, and all he'd had left. In giving himself to Ominis this way, was a quiet desperate hope that he would always be. He'd already lost everyone he'd ever loved, and Sebastian knew that he couldn’t live without Ominis anymore. If he could speak this reality to Ominis this way, any pain was worth bearing.Sweat beaded on his brow and he felt Ominis’ forehead rest against his own, their breaths mingling in the space between them. Those eyes of pale marble, gazing at nothing, yet peering into his soul, soft and tender, as the pen burned their oath into his flesh.Sebastian's abdomen spasmed as the pen left his skin and came back on the other side, his breaths coming heavier as his trembling hand guided Ominis’.A few minutes later, the pen was curving along the curl of the last letter, and - touching the mark off with a small notch at the end - it was done.A sigh of relief escaped Sebastian's lips and, taking the pen from Ominis’ hand, he set it down on the bedside table. While Ominis left momentarily to retrieve a wiggenweld potion, which Sebastian gratefully accepted and emptied, before setting it aside as well.Then Ominis climbed back into the bed, sitting behind Sebastian and pulling the brunet into his arms, tracing his fingers over the letters now permanently burned into his abdomen.Sebastian shivered at the gentle touch, watched as those elegant fingers followed the curves and ridges of the pink scar, resting his head back against Ominis’ shoulder with a grin. “Great, now the next time someone hits on me, I can just pull my pants down a little to show I'm taken.”Ominis immediately stiffened, his voice incredulous as he echoed. “The next tim- Absolutely not, you will not be exposing any part of your body, not even to show this!”Sebastian chuckled as Ominis spluttered in indignation, the blond's hand now gripping his hip possessively.“Aw, then shouldn't we have put it somewhere more visible?” Sebastian smirked, he loved teasing this side of Ominis out into the open.He could hear the frown in Ominis’ steely voice. “I was trying to be considerate, surely you can just tell people that you're not interested.”“Come on, I said I wanted to wear it, and I meant it. It's a funnier way to turn people down.” Sebastian pouted for a moment, before purring into Ominis’ ear. “But we've already done it, so maybe you should just leave other marks, where people can see.”The blond's eyes narrowed. “I know what you're doing.”“Doing? I'm not doing anything, maybe you're the one who wants to leave marks all over me.” Sebastian chuckled, dragging his tongue along the side of Ominis’ jaw and grinding back against the hardness pressing against his tailbone. “Don't you? On my neck, my wrists, maybe leave a big bite mark on my cheek for everyone to see.”His only warning was a tensing of Ominis’ shoulder under his head, and then Sebastian found his face pressed into the sheets while Ominis draped himself over his back.“You insatiable thing.” Ominis hissed into his ear and proceeded to bury his perfect teeth into Sebastian's freckled shoulder and the brunet released a thick moan at the sting.With an internal crow of victory, Sebastian reached a hand under his pillow, pulling out a small vial of oil and tapping it against Ominis arm, where it was braced against the sheets beside his head.“I should take you with nothing but spit, maybe then you'd be less h@rny.” Ominis grumbled under his breath as he removed his teeth from Sebastian's shoulder and took the offered vial.“Mm, or maybe I'll like that too.” Sebastian breathed with a sly grin.An exasperated sigh came from behind him as Ominis carefully removed the brunet's b@tt plug and replaced it with his oil coated length. “What am I to do...”Despite his words, there was an unmistakable warmth and fondness in Ominis’ voice, and Sebastian snickered. “Me. Obviously.”There was a moment of silence, as Ominis presumably absorbed the terrible joke, before Sebastian's @rs@ was subsequently absorbing the impact of Ominis’ hips. Sebastian released a muffled whimper as his face was shoved back into the pillows and the familiar ecstasy of Ominis’ c@ck pressing against his prostate had him choking on his next breath.“You talk too much.” Ominis sighed, savouring the warmth of Sebastian's body. Complain as he may, he was equally as addicted as Sebastian was.“Want to get me a gag?” Sebastian groaned, turning his face to the side to breathe, a giddy smile stretched across his panting mouth. “I think that could be fun.”A disbelieving laugh escaped Ominis’ chest, and he shook his head helplessly, trailing his fingers up along Sebastian's spine, before bracing that hand against the headboard as he leaned forward to press his chest against the brunet's back.Pressing a kiss to Sebastian's shoulder, Ominis murmured softly. “And deprive myself of the lovely sounds you also make? No, I can endure your poor humour if I must.”Sebastian huffed, grumbling under his breath. “Who's joking?”Shaking his head again, Ominis slid his free hand over Sebastian's abdomen, running his fingers over the welts, and feeling Sebastian's stomach shake with chuckles when Ominis’ erection twitched noticeably inside his body.Narrowing his eyes at the brunet's amusement - at his expense - Ominis took Sebastian's heavy length in his hand, getting a gasp from his partner as he did. Tracing his fingers over the smooth sensitive flesh at Sebastian's tip and relishing the way he immediately tightened around him, heated moans slipping from Sebastian's lips.“Fu- ck- Omi- move, please...” Sebastian pleaded, eyes rolling into his skull as his hips trembled, torn between wanting to thrust into Ominis’ grip and grind back against his hips, but having the space to do neither. “I'm sorry- I'll be good, just- please move, I'm going mad here-”Ominis’ lips parted to release a hot breath at the begging, f@ck, how did Sebastian always manage to find the words to shatter his self-control and drive him insane?“-need you, Ominis- please-” Sebastian choked when Ominis finally began to thrust, pumping Sebastian's hips into his grip and making the brunet writhe, drool trickling down his chin and seeping into the sheets as he panted for air.So good, Sebastian whimpered, Ominis always felt so good inside him, pinning him to the bed like he were a b@tch in heat, though the blond would probably be extremely offended to be compared to a dog. But down on his knees like this, Sebastian felt like he didn't need to fight anymore. All he had to do, all he could do, was lie there and take that delicious arse pounding.He didn't need to think, didn't need to be strong, didn’t need to be right, didn’t need to impress, didn't need to do anything but enjoy the sensations washing over him, the feeling of Ominis’ length pressing against his insides, those slender fingers around his swollen erection. The sound of Ominis’ pants and groans filling his ears, and the thought that Sebastian, at his most honest and vulnerable, was making Ominis sound like that - sound so choked with pleasure, so wrecked - made pride bloom in his chest.Sebastian clutched at the sheets, whining when he felt Ominis’ teeth sink into the back of his neck, shuddering at the thought of walking about with bright red lines showing under the collar of his coat. Though Ominis would probably insist that he wear a scarf to work tomorrow. So considerate. Admittedly, he did love that about Ominis too.Sebastian gasped as Ominis suckled on the puffy skin around the bite like a vampire, thinking of how the scab would chafe against the fabric, and imagining how good the marks would look if he had a nice little pet collar over them, like the one he'd seen in Diagon Alley last week. He wanted to bring Ominis to the shop, wanted to beg Ominis to buy it for him. It wouldn't be the same if Sebastian bought it for himself, after all.Ugh, but his boyfriend - fiancé? - would probably be reluctant to put Sebastian in anything resembling the chains he'd worn for five years.Sebastian moaned as Ominis ground against his prostate and lapped at the already healing bite, feeling a pinch of irritation at the wiggenweld still flowing through his veins. Merlin, he loved the man, even if he was ridiculously responsible and cautious. What did he have to do to get Ominis to let loose and really f@ck him up? Make his brain turn to mush in his skull.He knew the blond had it in him, but it was fine - Sebastian bit his lip as his length throbbed and his cum oozed into Ominis’ palm - he could wait. They had their entire lives ahead of them, he can just keep reassuring Ominis that he wanted this, wanted him, wanted Ominis exactly the way he was, warts and all. That Ominis was perfect, that he didn't need to act like anything else, that there was no ‘shoulds’ in their relationship.Until Ominis believed it.As his insides were soon filled with Ominis’ hot seed, Sebastian released a contented sigh, waiting patiently for Ominis to plug him up as usual and lie down beside him. Admiring the light pink flush spread over those pale cheekbones, the satisfied crinkle around the corners of his eyes, the gentle smile lifting the corners of his lips as Ominis lowered himself to the bed tiredly.Reaching out to caress the beautiful man's face, Sebastian pressed a kiss to his lips and then wrapped his limbs around Ominis, tucking his face into the crook of his shoulder.“Love you, Ominis.” He murmured sleepily.Ominis smiled softly, his expression thoughtful for several moments, before finally speaking in barely a whisper, breathless with wonder. “I think I... I'm starting to believe that.”Sebastian lifted his head to stare at him, wide eyes quickly becoming glossy, and he raised a hand to cup the blond’s cheek again, his name coming out choked with happiness. “...Ominis...”Ominis cradled that hand with his own, and pressed a kiss to Sebastian's palm, his voice thick with emotion as he breathed a quiet. “I love you too.”
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(And that’s why the Gaunts were broke in Harry Potter xD I love coming up with explanations for canon elements like that =D)If you don't give your partner the opportunity to hurt you, they won't get the opportunity to love you. It's the old cheesy, “if you love something, set it free. If it comes back it's yours. If it doesn't, it never was.”To love is to be vulnerable, to put a sword in the other person's hands and allow them the chance to stab you. Knowing it'll destroy you if they do. If you can't do that, it's alright, such love isn't necessary to live. My Aromantic bestie is living her best life and rocking it on her own. But if you want that type of love, that's what you gotta do.The irony is that if you really love someone, you need to be ready to lose them, whether to change or chance. For their sake, for your own, you have to accept that you can't control them and shouldn't. Only then, can you actually have influence over them. But by that point, you love them, flaws and faults, failings and disappointment, all of it.When you love someone that way and have that love in return, change isn't so scary. You learn to love every change in each other, understand that every new layer you discover is a deeper understanding of the other, that getting the opportunity, being allowed by your loved one to see them at their weakest, is an honour.Healthy mutual love comes with hurting each other by accident, but it also comes with the willingness to accept when we've hurt the other, to put aside our pride and admit that we f@ck@d up, and try not to do it again.Forgiveness and support are vital to change, and one can't do it alone either. We see, in this fic, Ominis try to support Sebastian alone and even though Sebastian was willing to change, it doesn't work because Ominis is not perfect and has his own flaws and failings to stumble into. Whereas at the end, the MC of this world and Natty also support Ominis in his path to redemption, not just Sebastian alone. And of course, Ominis’ own effort and commitment to change is equally vital.Ominis has to suffer through knowing that anything Sebastian says is still questionable and not reliable for the entire year it takes to be ready to free Sebastian (because Sebastian is still under Ominis' control till then). It's only after Sebastian is free that he can know if his life is over, if Sebastian will leave him or not.We are not islands, and we are not perfect, we need other people to make up for our deficiencies, that's why friends or family or even counselling are important to support a healthy romantic relationship. Because it can be very dangerous if your partner isn't on the same page as you.In this fic, Ominis does the same thing Sebastian did with Anne. Ominis did everything he did “for Sebastian”, like how Sebastian did everything in the game “for Anne”.That's why Sebastian can forgive him. Sebastian understands that Ominis fell into the exact same trap as he did and because he's made the same mistake, just on a smaller scale, he can understand that it came from love and desperation.The reason I would still put more accountability on Ominis in this fic is because Sebastian made it very clear to Ominis when he wanted out, and gave Ominis the opportunity to respect his wishes.Anne, on the other hand, was giving Sebastian mixed signals, she showed excitement and eagerness when Sebastian brought her the Shrivelfig and she agreed to the ritual even after Sebastian told her it required a dark sacrifice. It's not Sebastian's fault he couldn’t read her mind, and couldn’t see that she didn't agree with him that Solomon had betrayed them by standing in the way of seeking a cure.Like, Anne, Solomon is trying to stop Sebastian from curing you. Obviously, in order to fulfil your wish, Sebastian's gotta take Solomon out of the equation. You can't have your cake and eat it gurl.Anne never even tried to talk about her misgivings with Sebastian, if she was worried about Sebastian endangering himself or others, she could've said something, slapped him in the face and told him point blank that if he kept up with this, she'd never forgive him. Before he stepped over her boundaries and did something she couldn't forgive him for.There were so many things Anne could have done besides simply agreeing to the ritual when Sebastian told her about it. Though, we know why she hadn't, because she did want to be cured. Of course, who wouldn't? Perfectly understandable.But, if you say and do one thing, but mean another, you can't blame the other person for failing to read your mind and figure out what you really mean. If you don't state your boundaries and limits clearly, you don't get to be righteously furious when someone steps over them. Not giving boundaries forces the other person to assume, and to assume makes an ass out of u and me.It isn't Anne's fault for being torn, but it is on her for not communicating her feelings and boundaries to Sebastian. If you essentially ask someone to do something nigh impossible, you don't get to complain about how they get it done.In contrast, Sebastian states his mind clearly in the game and in this fic, and Ominis tramples on “for Sebastian” anyway. That's why Ominis needs to redeem himself, as illustrated in this chapter. (And Sebastian for failing to consider the impacts of his actions on his loved ones.)That's actually one of the things I love about Sebastian. Sebastian is honest, outspoken and consistent. There's no guessing with him. Kid says what he means and means what he says.Is he perfect? Hell no, far from it, he's emotional, he had a brief moment of denial after Solomon, where he couldn’t come to terms with what he'd done, he's lied by omission and misleading wording, he makes mistakes, he's got that type of arrogance that comes from the Dunning-Kruger Effect, he was wrong about goblins, etc. But even when he's going nuts, he sure isn't hiding it, he's honest about his goals, his feelings, and his motivations, and he's consistent with them too.Guess culture needs to die, everyone has different ‘shoulds’ and ‘should nots’. We shouldn't ever assume another person's boundaries and use your own personal “common sense” on others. What's obvious to you isn't obvious to everyone else, even if many people agree with you, even if a majority of people agree with you, that doesn't mean you don't need to be clear. If you're unsure, heck, even if you're sure of someone's boundaries, like “this person wouldn't mind this”, CHECK ANYWAY!And the burden here shouldn't just be on other people to ask you what your boundaries are, you can't know what you don't know! If you accidentally gave the wrong impression or there was a miscommunication, the other person might not know that they needed to ask for clarification, so the best way to avoid all that is to be clear and repetitive with your position.I know, the more you love someone, the more scary it is to set your boundaries because you're scared they'll get upset and leave, but the more you need to, the more you need to declare your preferences and boundaries. There should be no shame for “stating the obvious”, because even if you think “it's obvious I wouldn't like this”, SAY IT ANYWAY!Seriously, all that needed to happen, to avoid this whole tragic questline in the game, was literally just Anne giving Sebastian her boundaries. If he continues, even after she gives him a solid “no dark sacrifice rituals to cure me”, then he's 100% f@ck@d up and stepped over her boundaries and everything that went wrong could have been pinned on him. That would be a f@ck up on the same level as Ominis’ in this fic and that's the point when MC, Ominis and Anne should report Sebastian to the authorities before he hurts anyone.Communicating and working hard to maintain trust is vital to any relationship, the moment you slack off, it’ll start sliding downhill. You don’t get married and stop courting your partner, you don’t just bank on the blood ties between family, and you can’t expect past goodwill to keep a friendship healthy, Sebastian.The only reason Ominis was even considering sending Sebastian to Azkaban was because his trust and goodwill for Sebastian had been slipping. Sebastian was so focused on saving Anne that he stopped putting effort into keeping Ominis’ trust in him high. It’s not enough to not be mad at Ominis for not supporting you, Sebastian, he needs to feel valued and heard.But, at the same time, it wasn’t like Sebastian could spare the energy to be a good friend, not while going mad over trying to save his sister, so, it’s the kinda thing where nobody’s really the @ssh@l@, the situation just sucks. Poor quality of life, suffering, fear, pain robs people of the ability to extend grace and empathy towards others, and none of these kids were in a good mental state. Ominis was fighting anxiety and C-PTSD, Sebastian was fighting depression and Anne was suffering from chronic pain.And though I hate Solomon, I will admit that he was probably suffering from veteran PTSD, was saddled with two kids he never wanted and one of them is dying while the other reminds him of his beef with his brother. Though, I would still call Solomon the @ssh@l@ in this situation, purely because the g@dd@mn adult should be the one with the most self-control not the least! F@ck@ng hell mate, flying into a rage and trying to kill your kids probably gets you the award for the shittiest abusive guardian in the Potterverse, and that's saying something.Like, Solomon not being able to control himself is understandable, veteran PTSD is not something to scoff at. But that's where being the adult comes in. As an adult, he should know himself better than a bunch of kids, and if you know you're mentally unfit to care for children, don't take them in then! Or if you have no choice but to take them in, suck it up and pay someone else to care for the kids, get therapy, talk to someone, ask other parents for advice and assistance.But nooooo, this proud arrogant m@th@rf@ck@r goes, “I know what's best for Anne - and Sebastian.” Doesn’t sound like he asked anyone for help.So, yeah, I get that Anne didn't want to fight with Sebastian, and it's a horrible position to be in for all three kids, but it doesn't change the fact that that kind of reluctance to communicate is where everything falls apart. I say all this not to point blame, but to point out what we - in the real world - can learn from the mistakes of these characters, and to prevent tragedies like Sebastian's questline from happening in reality.The best real life example of the necessity of stating boundaries is a BDSM joke my partner loves to tell: If you say you're up for any kink without stating any boundaries, you'd better be ready to lose some limbs if you end up with someone who is into amputees, and you can't blame them when you do xDNext, regarding the branding, love has a contradictory element of needing to be honest and yet naturally/instinctively wanting to shield your loved one from pain (including the pain that your honestly can cause) and I think it's the main reason that relationships so easily fall into bad habits. It's a careful balance to tight-rope walk and I think Sebastian's idea of the brand is a good way to balance it, because it's an way to alleviate Ominis' pain without Sebastian suppressing his own pain. Which would make Sebastian feel less guilty for (and less reluctant to) air his thoughts or go into the necessary rest he needs to heal.Both partners should do what the other needs, Ominis listens to Sebastian because Sebastian needs it. And Sebastian lets Ominis brand him because it's what Ominis needs. Different needs require different approaches.That's also the reason I have Sebastian reject Ominis’ offer to endure the pain necessary to get the brand on himself too, is because needs are not equal. Everyone has different needs and relationships don't have to be ‘equal’; in that both parties give/take the exact same things. It's good to offer to return the favour to prevent unfairness, but if your partner is willing and happy to take on a type of pain for you, and they don't want the same thing back, you don't need to feel guilty or like you must give back in the exact same way, it's enough for you to give them what they need.Trust me, it's a lot more touching and feels amazing for your partner/parent/friend/boss/colleague/whatever to receive what they need, rather than just giving back exactly what you received. So, figure out what they want and need, and then customise your efforts to the people in your life and you'll make them very happy.Anyway, with all that out of the way, I'll close out my final notes with one last message.At the start of this story, Ominis tries to gain power, influence, and control to protect Sebastian. At the end, he finds that none of that was really needed. All he ever had to do was accept Sebastian the way he was, offer Sebastian his unconditional love and support, and accept the help of others to support Sebastian.
  Heavy is the crown, if you carry it only with power and force, instead of love.
(And by 'crown', I mean responsibility for/over other people. Just- in case that needs saying x'D)'
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