Sebastian Sallow x Reader Collection

Summary - Request for "Hey! Can you do Sebastian and mc age up and on the run from being sent to azkaban and it's getting dangerous but mc just wants to forever be with him through it all no matter what (I don't mind if you add smut here ☺)"

Word Count - 2,120

Warnings - 18+, angst, dark themes, dark!sebastian if you squint?

A/N - I really enjoyed this concept tbh

You had bailed from Hogwarts with Sebastian just short of finishing your 7th year. After everything that happened with his uncle Solomon, Anne and Ominis response to it all, things had been safe for a little while. Everyone kept their mouths closed, including you, and although all of you were broken, things were manageable.

However, since you had been on edge and taking extra precautions, you found out that they had decided to be generous enough to let Sebastian put all this work into school just to take him quietly after the fact, to keep the school's name out of it. Somehow the ministry found out and that had been their plan.

You were ready to risk it all for Sebastian, whether that was in your best interest or not. So you two had developed a nomadic lifestyle. Somedays it wasn't too bad, it was actually incredible to be seeing so many sights and doing it all with the person you loved.

Other days it was scary. The reality was that you were being hunted. It seemed like the ministry knew about the dark magic Sebastian had been invested in and that was their chief concern with him, it wasn't as if he used the killing curse on a random whim one day.

For now the two of you had a small camp set up in Northern Ireland. It seemed safer than staying so close to headquarters and Hogwarts. You sat at the edge your tent, examining a map and thinking about your next move.

Sebastian sat near the fire, cooking for you two. Some local vegetables and meat that had been easy enough to get without drawing attention.

It had been 2 years since the incident with Solomon. And now 2 years you had been running together. The stakes couldn't have been higher, but really you couldn't imagine anyone would even recognize Sebstian.

He had long ago dropped the finer clothing he used to wear. In place he had tall, worn boots; pants that were sturdy, but had seen better days; shirts layered to covered the tatters of the one beneath.

Everything fit him like a glove and it was hard not to admire. He had grown tall, just short of 6 feet. He was big and broad, but full of muscle from the arduous days of your travel. His neck was thick, but hidden by a layer of wiry red hair. His freckles had blossomed even more, you decided, by the days you spent in the sun. His hair had done the same with faint lightened streaks throughout.

He wasn't the carefree boy he was when you met, he was a man hardened with his own guilt and poor choices. He wouldn't ever be the same as is, but that's why you knew you couldn't let Azkaban have him. He wouldn't survive.

"I can feel you staring," he commented, "I'd tell you to take a photograph, but I don't think I'm going anywhere without you anytime soon."

You gave him a twisted smile, shaking your head at how he had at all manage to retain this bits of his old self he brought out on occasion.

"Who knows, traveling for one is much lighter than the both of us." You traced circles in the dirt beside you as you put the map away, many choices of where to go going through your head.

He is face settled in a flat, hollowed expression, "I wouldn't like to be out here alone. I would just as soon turn myself in than leave you stranded."

There it was. You never could quite tell it if was a sentiment from his heart or his way to keep you with him. Did he know you would never abandon him? Did he know that from the first time he snuck you into the library to the tragedies that seemed to follow him you couldn't tear yourself away? Did he know you were infatuated with his charm, his jokes, his looks as much as you were with his safety and happiness?