#HAPPY 5TH MWAH

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☆★ when the babygirl is babygirling

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SUZUKA BIRTHDAY 𐙚 oscar piastri

౨ৎ oscar piastri x uni student!reader

the one where it’s oscar’s birthday and his girlfriend couldn’t be there

taglist if you'd like to be added to my taglist, message me privately or comment on this post

warning this is all fake and just for fun, no hate to any of the people mentioned. Just a reminder that this is pure for entertainment хохо

main masterlist 𐙚 oscar masterlist

━━ 𝓐PRIL 5TH, 2024

౨ৎ f1fan twitter

౨ৎ instagram DM mclaren/yourinstagram

౨ৎ messages oscar/yn

౨ৎ yourinstagram london, united kingdom

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yourinstagram becoming delirious

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username go to japan😔

oscarpiastri my smart ass girlfriend, i love you

yourinstagram miss you pookie, mwah mwah

username i love you both

username here’s an idea.. go to japan

landonorris get over here, oscar won’t stop whining 😑

oscarpiastri the expose for what?

yourinstagram awww oscar!!☹️

౨ৎ messages lando/yn

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landonorris oh you’re so smart for posting that! yourinstagram wbk i have brains

oscarpiastri you look beautiful! i miss you ❤️ yourinstagram iloveyouu

username go to japan😡

username ditch that homework and visit ur bf

━━ 𝓐PRIL 6TH, 2024

౨ৎ yourinstagram no location

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yourinstagram happiest birthday to the loml! he’s 23 today, on this beautiful saturday, qualifying day!! (get pole position or we’ll break up) (jk) you are the coolest bf i could ever ask for, i love you so much! hope you love your suprise later 🫢💋☹️❤️🫶🏼 #gomclaren

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username oscar birthday win pls

username what’s the suprise i wanna know

oscarpiastri i love you! (please don’t break up with me)

yourinstagram ilove you more (get pole position.)

oscarpiastri i’ll try☹️

username the last picture is so real i support

౨ৎ f1fan twitter

౨ৎ oscarpiastri suzuka international circuit

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oscarpiastri 23! getting old.. and p6 for tomorrow, let’s go 🧡

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username aww baby oscar

yourinstagram sadly didn’t get my pole position, but i’ll let it slide cus you’re cute and i like you as my bf

oscarpiastri thank you, i tried☹️

username interested in being a throuple?

username happy birthday oscar!!

username get that win tomorrow💪

username that cake looks good😋

taglist - @louvrepool @italyrryx @buendiabebeta @janeholt3 @privatemythss @lightdragonrayne @namgification @aquangxl @sammyam @americanbluebirdrb @poppyflower-22 @c-losur3 @nxrrislando @haikyuen @evie-119

[writingstoraes]

paddock greetings 💌

pairing: charles leclerc/fem!reader

type: instagram imagine/social media au

notes: not proofread and not revised so please expect errors hehehe please lmk what u think by replying or messaging and if u wanna be part of my taglist! <3 this is a bit long! hehe

about: for your 5th anniversary and engagement, the drivers send their greetings with a bit of banter in the comments as always.

lewishamilton

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lewishamilton Greeting this two a happy 5-year anniversary and wishing them the best as they take another massive and wonderful step in their life! Best wishes to the best couple I know ❤️

charles_leclerc Thank you, mate! Also huge thanks for setting me up with her, wouldn't be here without you 😅

lewishamilton Well you wouldn't stop asking about her so I gave in 🤷‍♂️

charlesrari LMAOOO SIR LEWIS AIRING OUT CHARLES' BUSINESS LIKE THAT

yourusername thank you, lew! wow imagine if i never went on that blind date...

pierregasly I think you would have found someone better

charles_leclerc You have one minute before I pay a visit to your room.

pierregasly

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pierregasly Congratulations on the engagement of the two craziest people I know 🥂 Pls stop asking me to take cheesy pictures of you guys sometimes what you do in front of me is unacceptable. I still remember being behind the camera when I took you guys' infamous yacht shots 😮‍💨

yourusername not you saying we're improper im literally the third wheel when you and charles are together???

pierregasly Y/N you took Charles away from me can you blame me

charles_leclerc Pierre what

pierregasly Are you choosing your wife over me? Wow okay that hurts mate

danielricciardo

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danielricciardo Some outtakes from my camera of Y/N and Charles. This was the first time Charles took Y/N on a trip with us and they honestly just bring out the best in each other. No better day to post this than now. Congratulations on the engagement, you two! 🎉 Wishing you live a life filled with love and happiness.

yourusername DANIEL WTH this is so pretty :(( these pictures are a blessing, thank you danny 🤍

charles_leclerc Thank you, Daniel! And thank you for my new wallpaper hahaha

carlossainz55 You're replacing me already?

charles_leclerc Mate you were never my wallpaper

pierregasly Don't even bother Carlos he's a married man now

yourusername what i have to deal with every day...

landonorris

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landonorris Congratulations on the engagement Y/N and Charles! I want to let you know that I am utterly disgusted by the two of you please stop flirting in front of me ❤️

yourusername you greeted us but at what cost

charles_leclerc ... Thanks???

ferrarifan3 Lando greeting like a true friend we love to see it

charloslove LMAO I KNEW LANDO WOULD HAVE THE FUNNIEST GREETING

carlossainz55

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carlossainz55 Love you both to bits but honestly third-wheeling with you guys has got to be one of the worst experiences ever. "It'll be fun, Carlos," but then they'd leave me in the middle of the road - this happened in Madrid by the way and I will never live it down. Happy engagement, Charles and Y/N 😁

charles_leclerc Carlos we did not leave you we just bought food

carlossainz55 You were gone for 30 minutes?

charles_leclerc The taco line was long you said you wanted tacos!

myferrarimen this banter is what i live for honestly

yourusername why were u in the middle of the road anyway

carlossainz55 I dont remember 🤷‍♂️

charles16 how carlos doesnt get lost on a daily basis is a mystery to me

pierregasly Lmaooo they left you

yukibabie "I will never live it down" king of grudges

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tagging: @slytherheign <33 hope ur video recording for class went well mwah

notes: thought this was a rlly cute idea and my classes start on monday so its a bummer :// my masterlist is up and running so u can navigate thru my works on my pinned post! lmk what u guys think <33

[starsandhughes]

Penalty Box Series— Trevor Zegras Edition (Two)

23-24 Season Masterlist

previous: one

next: three

a/n so i def posted this then deleted it bc i hated it bc i wrote it in the 1-3am range… and now i’m writing it again in that range… fingers crossed!

i’m sorry this is short!

OCTOBER 15, 2023

yourusername

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yourusername welcome back to my post game penalty box update show, céline dion fans and non-céline dion fans! tonight was the ducks home opener and it was a doozy!

first i want to address that my lil quackies have now won their home opener 8 years in a row and are now 20-9-1 in their 30 year history for home openers! and if you’re like me and ✨love✨ stats, then you’ll be thrilled to learn that mr. frank “the tank” vatrano is the FIRST DUCK EVER TO SCORE A HAT TRICK IN THE HOME OPENER! shoutout to mason, who passed frankie the puck so that he could score the empty netter for the hatty, and made me cry at how sweet he was! (yes, they got good job forehead kisses because i love them soooo much!)

now, on to the fun stuff that you’re all here for! my future husband and baby daddy got his first penalty tonight, and oooo lordy, he looked fine! seriously, like, you think you all were freaking out about how hot he was in the box? imagine how i feel! he’s coming home to me!

his penalty was for “holding the stick” against aho (queue the boos) he did not agree with the penalty and made sure to scoff at the refs so that they knew they made a ridiculous call (i legally have to be on his side)

but get this— the penalty was called 11 seconds into z’s shift, it was the 6th official power play for the canes! we love! (we don’t love that it resulted in a c*nes goal though)

what was my favorite part of the game, you ask? it was the scrum, of course! my mans tried his best in holding back pesce, but he really just clung onto him as he got dragged around the scrum because he… is pocket sized compared to pesce. the 9th photo is of z clinging onto him from behind. i imagine pesce’s inner monologue was like “if the child will not move off me, then i shall move with the child. i am undeterred by the diminutive boy.”

ANYHOOZLE, i’m so proud of my boys! especially jamie baby, who now has back to back assists! this is your reputation era, jd! i love you endlessly <3

and to my z-baby, i’m perpetually proud of you and i’m sure you’ll do something productive soon! i love you, always💜 (and you look hot as fuck in purple) (you should buy more purple)

(p.s. did you all really think i’d only post one pic of my mans in the box when he looked that hot in it tonight? guess again! post two coming soon!)

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trevorzegras i can’t tell if i was attacked or loved more in the post but i love you, forever, my sweet girl! (i’ll buy more purple) (i’m not pocket sized! or diminutive! at all! that’s quinn!)

yourusername i’d like to think i had an even balance of love and bullying<3 (you are compared to a 6’4 man!) (quintin’s gonna kill you and i’m going to have to let him)

trevorzegras he wouldn’t dare kill his future brother-in-law! and i’m going to be a the dad to his nieces/newphews/both!

_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras count your days, zegras

trevorzegras @_quinnhughes THEN YOUR SISTER WON’T HAVE A FATHER FOR HER KIDS!

_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras she has options

trevorzegras @_quinnhughes no? she doesn’t?

_quinnhughes @/jamie.drysdale would you be the dad to sissy’s kids if i kill trevor?

jamie.drysdale @_quinnhughes of course

_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras see? options!

yourusername @/jamie.drysdale aw, jamie baby! i’m gonna cry!

trevorzegras @/yourusername HE IS NOT GOING TO BE THE DAD TO OUR TWINS

yourusername @/trevorzegras FINE

user76 you’re so real for knowing all of us were acting whoreish over him in the box

yourusername this house is pro whore!

user14 “mwah!” -z in the 5th pic

jamie.drysdale i love YOU endlessly! so happy to have my own professional cheerleader back this year

yourusername wym “back”??? i never stopped being your cheerleader! i’m offended at best

colecaufield @/yourusername i would never do that to you

jamie.drysdale @/colecaufield you’re just mad that quinn asked me to be the dad to the twins

trevorzegras @/colecaufield @.jamie.drysdale I’M THE DAD! I’M THE FATHER! I’M THE BABY DADDY!

yourusername @/trevorzegras wow… jealous much?

colecaufield @/trevorzegras it’s hypothetical! if quinn kills you, then it should be me! i’m best friend number two!

jamie.drysdale @/colecaufield but she wouldn’t have to move if it’s me!

yourusername @/matthew_tkachuk congrats! if quinn kills trevor, you get to raise the twins with me as their dad!

matthew_tkachuk @/yourusername do you want your own room? or just the nursery and you can sleep with me?

yourusername @/matthew_tkachuk we can share the bed!

trevorzegras @/yourusername @.matthew_tkachuk NO

jamie.drysdale @/yourusername NO FAIR

colecaufield @/yourusername RUDE!

yourusername @/matthew_tkachuk 10 minutes ago, i lost my dear fiancé, trevor

trevorzegras @/yourusername I’M NOT ACTUALLY DEAD

yourusername @/matthew_tkachuk sometimes i can still hear his voice

matthew_tkachuk @/yourusername i’m sorry for your loss

yourusername @/matthew_tkachuk i’m not

trevorzegras @/yourusername divorce.

yourusername @/trevorzegras we can’t get a divorce if i’m a widow

trevorzegras @/yourusername ghost divorce.

user12 HE’S SO CUTE AHH

colecaufield @/trevorzegras wrong 22, bitch

trevorzegras @/colecaufield all’s fair in love and war

yourusername @/trevorzegras i don’t think you used that correctly

colecaufield @/trevorzegras so you admit to cheating?!

trevorzegras @/colecaufield no? there was a war i had to stop, and i love you! i didn’t “cheat”

yourusername @/trevorzegras you definitely didn’t use that correctly

user32 this game was everything to me

user4 Z’S HAIR IN THE 8THE PIC🥵😭

jackhughes @/trevorzegras i can’t believe the father of my future nieces/nephews/both is a criminal…

trevorzegras @/jackhughes you’re one to talk!

jackhughes @/trevorzegras that’s not the point!

_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras @/jackhughes @.lhughes_06 i’m the only one of us that’s not a criminal! none of you should get to see the babies!

yourusername @_quinnhughes i love you so much but trevor is screaming and *i’m* about to kill you

lhughes_06 @_quinnhughes you pissed off the princess

trevorzegras @_quinnhughes has she ever threatened your death?

_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras i don’t think so

jackhughes @_quinnhughes you REALLY pissed off the princess

user47 “i legally have to be on his side” that’s true love baby!

_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras the war begins

trevorzegras @_quinnhughes you're at 2 games?

_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras 2 more than you

yourusername war! war! war! war!

_alexturcotte war! war! war! war!

yourusername @_alexturcotte you? you get me

_quinnhughes @_alexturcotte @/yourusername heathens

yourusername @_quinnhughes you quite literally started this war

trevorzegras @_quinnhughes heathen

user62 Z IS SO CUTE AHH

_alexturcotte céline dion? are you 60?

yourusername i love her

trevorzegras @_alexturcotte what can i say? i love me an older woman

yourusername @/trevorzegras if you have a mommy kink, just say so

jamie.drysdale @/yourusername WHY

yourusername @/jamie.drysdale i just want to make my mans happy! i love him!

trevorzegras @/yourusername forever?

yourusername @/trevorzegras always💜

yourusername

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yourusername soooo..... i couldn't just pick 8 pictures... and then i couldn't just pick 17 pictures... so here's 26 more pictures for a grand total of 34 (not including the penalty count)!

enjoy pictures of:

-z looking unreasonably hot in the penalty box

-z looking unreasonably hot in his plum carpet fit

-his many faces during games

-z attacking aho (#JusticeForJack)

-the scrum turn into a conga line

-jamie baby in his plum carpet fit (he also looks very good! both my boys were in blue <3)

-jamie baby's faces during the game

-jamie baby playing volleyball with the puck

with love,

sissy🤍

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jamie.drysdale NO

_quinnhughes @/jamie.drysdale welcome to the club! i’m so sorry

trevorzegras @/jamie.drysdale it could be worse

yourusername no one is safe🫶 ever💜

jamie.drysdale @/yourusername i thought you loved me

yourusername @/jamie.drysdale this is how i show love

jackhughes @/jamie.drysdale you should've known this was coming

jamie.drysdale @/jackhughes i thought i’d be safe since i didn't get a penalty

colecaufield @/jamie.drysdale good thing you don't get paid for thinking

user3 I'M LOSING MY MIND AT THE CONGA LINE

user46 oh i’m drooling

trevorzegras not all of these pictures are bad ones of me and i’m taking that as a win! i love you, forever💜

yourusername i know! aren't i the sweetest? (i love you, always)

trevorzegras i don't call you my sweet girl for nothing!

jackhughes @/yourusername he's lying to you

yourusername @/jackhughes die.

trevorzegras soooo sweet💜

lhughes_06 @/jamie.drysdale just wait til you get your own post

jamie.drysdale @/lhughes_06 you and jack didn't get one and you two got penalties!

yourusername @/jamie.drysdale i was mad at them at the time!

jamie.drysdale @/yourusername be mad at me

yourusername @/jamie.drysdale never.

yourusername @/lhughes_06 p.s. congratulations on losing your nhl penalty virginity!

lhughes_06 @/yourusername why are you like this?

yourusername @/lhughes_06 to make your life more interesting

lhughes_06 @/yourusername my life is interesting!

yourusername @/lhughes_06 you're welcome!

[nyxxxx-onepieces-dragun]

Aomine Daiki with B, F, K pls i’m begginf…

boba anon 🧋

A/N: Yay! finally a KnB request! *happy noises* ty for requesting this mika aka my boba anon :3 ask and ye shall receive!^^

Aomine Daiki x NSFW Alphabet (afab reader btw)

Body part

His favorite body part of his I think is his hands, he likes how big they look compared to your own and how he can literally just grab your head and play with it like a joystick, his favorite body part of yours? your tits ofc, he also likes how your tits look in his hands, squeezing the pillowy flesh with intense focus, he feels like a kid in a candy shop when he finally gets to hold your boobs hehe

Favorite Position~

His favorite position is mating press, he likes being as deep as possible inside of you bullying his big cock inside of you all while keeping his Characteristic smirk on his face, also likes being in reaching distance of your boobs, and talks you through your 5th orgasm in the meanest most teasing way possible <3

Kink

okay, this is practically two in one but thats not the point, Praise kink+degrading kink= Aomine, he's very very mean in bed but will keep you wanting more with the sweet nothings he whispers into your ear while raw dogging you from behind.

Yay I hoped all of my wonderful Lovelies enjoyed this! it isn't much but I cannot get Ahomine out of my damn head ugh Reblogs and reposts are welcome and much appreciated js credit me! mwah <3

Link to NSFW Alphabet: NSFW Alphabet.

Tag list!: @santsukii @kyokikia

[sebastianswallows]

hi! could i request a little something unconventional? i was thinking something where ominisXmc (or any other pair) had a daughter and seb becomes infatuated with her (she’s of age and reciprocates) and he has to show her how to “love” so to speak. i’m a sucker for age difference

Hi, nonny! Oh my, but this is a naughty one 😅

As a little disclaimer, I don't really think Seb would do this, he'd feel too guilty doing it to Ominis' daughter, and he'd also feel like a bit of an uncle-figure (which complicates matters further haha).

But yeah, have a smutfic of Sebastian healing an emotionally neglected girl with orgasms 💕 Enjoy, my dear!! Mwah 😘

You better be careful what you wish for, btw, because I ship Ominis with Anne, so that would have given this fic a whole nother angle of kink 😂 But I paired him with MC &lt;3

— PAIRING: Sebastian Sallow x F!Reader

— WARNINGS: smut, angst, age difference (39 vs 19), vaginal fingering, size difference, frottage

— WORDCOUNT: 12k (another long one 😭)

The first time Sebastian met her, she was only a few years old. It was in many ways a memorable day, yet for the longest time seemed so forgettable. Most of his time had been spent travelling either around the country or abroad, chasing relics for private collectors, breaking curses, and occasionally smuggling the odd forbidden artefact… Seeing the Gaunts had been relegated to a special treat, as he hardly had time to visit his friends and their new family.

He’d been to Ominis’ wedding — as best man, no less — when he wed their childhood friend. It was not long after their graduation, as was often the case with wealthy pureblood families. Sebastian was happy for them. He’d caused them so much trouble, after all, dragging them into his search for the cure that afflicted Anne, then making them accomplices, in a way, to his uncle's murder… He hadn’t thought much of it during 5th year when everything seemed urgent and risks didn’t matter. In retrospect, between what befell his family and the fight against Ranrock, that had been a year most mad for all involved.

Sebastian first met little Miss Gaunt a few years before she was due to attend Hogwarts. At around the age he and Anne had lost their parents, in fact… Ominis and his wife had a modest little mansion that they made the most of, his older brother having inherited the bulk of the family fortune.

They had lunch and dinner, and Sebastian stayed with them overnight, and they went out for a picnic the next day. Their daughter was a bit shy, but she loved running in the sunshine. They all enjoyed the picnic while keeping an eye on her, but she never got into trouble — nothing like he and Anne when they were children.

The next time he saw her, she was in her 5th year. He had just arrived from France and was yearning for some old-fashioned English hospitality. Ominis offered to host him for a few weeks and Sebastian was looking forward to spending time with his best friends again. Their house was more stern and sparsely decorated than he remembered, but it was blissfully cool inside.

He’d just been there one day when the Gaunt daughter arrived from school for summer break. He almost didn’t recognise her, although she seemed to recognise him.

“What do you say, dear?” Her mother wrapped an arm around her back and held her tightly to her side, looking down at the girl with a thin smile.

“Hello, Uncle Sebastian.”

“Good girl. Now go take your things upstairs.”

He smiled warmly at her and tipped his head in a polite salute before she went up to her room, carrying her luggage. She’d been sweet, there was no cause to mention to her that he hated being called Uncle, for personal reasons… He wondered if Ominis or his wife ever realised it.

“We try to encourage her to be more independent, not rely on house elves,” said Mrs Gaunt as they went into the tearoom where Ominis was. “We didn’t have anyone to wait on us hand and foot when we were growing up, did we? So it’s best she doesn’t get accustomed to how they do things in Ominis’ family.”

“A bit of pampering never hurt anyone though,” said Sebastian, who at her age would have cherished a little bit of luxury.

“She’s spoiled enough,” said her mother, waving her hand dismissively.

Lunches and dinners were quite formal, with rich but measured dishes. The house elves apparated the meals on the heavy wooden table, but Mrs Gaunt and her daughter took them away after the meal was over while Ominis and Sebastian talked.

They discussed Ominis’ side of things more often than not and tried not to talk about Sebastian’s work, but it was clear questions lingered in the air. Why was he away for so long? What did he do on the continent? Who was he working for? And why did he sound so, so tired… Still, Ominis learned very little about what Sebastian was doing. It was for the best.

Meanwhile, as the weeks progressed, Sebastian learned a great deal more about the Gaunts. Subtle as Ominis normally was, he never shied away from criticising his family, and he took particular delight in talking about them now. They weren’t fairing well, Sebastian found out, losing vast sums to gambling or debts or irrational expenses. Ominis and his wife kept their part of the family afloat through careful management, and they shared none of it with his estranged siblings.

“Is that why you’re so spartan about everything?” asked Sebastian with a smirk as they drank firewhisky at the empty dinner table.

“I’m only being reasonable,” said Ominis. “We both agreed on it.”

“You and your wife?”

“Yes.”

“I just hope you’re not pulling the belt a bit too tightly…”

“Oh, come now, do you live in the lap of luxury?”

“You know I don’t…”

“So?”

Sebastian smiled tightly and sipped his drink again. “It does not make for a particularly charming childhood, that is my one observation, if I may…”

“You don’t think we’re being too strict, do you?”

“I just hope you’re not trying to compensate for anything through her…”

“We’re not,” said Ominis firmly. “She has a more privileged childhood than I ever had…”

“Just because you’re not practising Crucio on her does not mean she’s—”

“Sebastian, please,” he frowned, “I never should have asked…”Ominis took another drink to calm his nerves and sighed. “She’s a little shy, maybe, but she’s always been like that. She has the very best —”

“She wasn’t like that the last time I visited.”

Sebastian wasn’t sure why he’d even broached this subject, why he was challenging Ominis. The Gaunt family were within their rights to conduct themselves as they saw fit, and he, a bachelor, hardly had a say in this.

“She was five years old then,” said Ominis sternly.

“So?”

“So children change as they grow up… Really, Sebastian, I’d have thought you of all people understand that. I certainly thought you’ve changed over the years… Perhaps I was wrong.”

Sebastian sighed and dropped the subject — as he always did whenever Ominis brought up what happened in his fifth year. It was like he constantly held it above his head, that and every other mistake he’d made, waiting to drop it on him whenever he stepped out of line.

He wondered if Ominis did the same with his daughter…

He saw her on rare occasions other than at lunch and dinner, sometimes throughout the house or when they were both out in the garden.

She wasn’t much for talking, although she liked it when Sebastian showed her new spells. They sat together on the little stone bench beneath an ageing chestnut tree, and Sebastian would make its falling white petals form shapes in mid-air, birds and foxes and wolves, and have them run after each other.

“Which one do you bet on?” he asked as he directed the chase with his wand.

“The wolf,” she said with a laugh. “He’s the fastest and the strongest.”

“Really? Well, let’s see…”

By the end of the slow, floating chase, the bird had won. It took refuge high in the branches and ruffled its petal feathers at its pursuers below.

“How about that?” smiled Sebastian, looking fondly down at her.

The girl laughed, her smile weak and awkward, as she looked up at the free flower-bird. But she was still so different from the carefree child he’d seen years ago…

Sebastian left a week after that and only kept in touch with Ominis through Owls. He learned about how their family’s prospects slowly improved, how they moved to a new house, the ill fate that befell other Gaunts, and then about their daughter’s graduation. She’d been decisively average in her N.E.W.T.s, to the disappointment of both her parents, but Ominis said that, aside from that, “she was doing well”. It sounded like make-believe.

Sebastian visited them two years later. He’d just finished a lengthy and rather harrowing job in southern Spain, one that had gone quite wrong. A few deaths occurred. All in all, Sebastian was keen to get away from it, to go back home in colder climes, and forget all about it.

The Gaunts, conveniently, were vacationing on the Isle of Arran and invited Sebastian to join. He gladly accepted. They were renting a house near Sannox by the sea and boasted of daily excursions.

“We’re going up Goatfell Mountain tomorrow,” said Mrs Gaunt after she showed him his room. “Do you wish to join?”

“Sure,” he smiled, “why not?”

The house was old but solid, with thick brick walls and smooth wooden floors, old furniture, and a lovely view. The sound of the waves never ceased.

Little Miss Gaunt was staying in the room next to his on the 1st floor. Before he saw her around the house, Sebastian had wondered whether she was even there, as they hardly mentioned her and she didn’t make a sound from her room. But she came down at dinnertime, and they all ate together in the living room on the ground floor.

She smiled at him the first time she saw him, and gave him another “Hello, Uncle Sebastian.”

She was a bit taller than last time and had lost some of the baby fat of her younger years. Her dress that first evening was a frilly thing with colours that didn’t suit her. It was clearly chosen for her by her mother, in the hope that it would feminise her a bit…

It became obvious during dinner that the girl would rather have been anywhere else. Sebastian had often felt that way with the sordid sorts of wizards he had to deal with in his work…

Mr and Mrs Gaunt chatted away, asking obliquely about the sort of things Sebastian had done in Spain. They veered very quickly to talking about how their former schoolmates were doing when it became obvious Sebastian’s dealings weren’t fit for dinner conversation. The girl picked at her food and drank a great deal of water and just kept quiet while her parents spoke incessantly about other people — who got married, who died, who went on to work where…

“We’d like for her to either find someone nice, or at least get some employment,” said Mrs Gaunt at one point, looking at her daughter pointedly, who ignored her. “But,” she sighed, “no such hope thus far.”

“It will be alright,” said Ominis. “Things will fall into place in due time.”

“You can’t keep speaking like that,” said his wife. “Especially not around her. She’ll grow complacent.” She then turned to Sebastian with an air of tired exasperation. “To get her to go out into society is like pulling teeth. Took tremendous effort to have her join us on this trip. But it will do her good to be out in nature, don’t you think?”

“Oh, of course,” said Sebastian, smiling awkwardly. “I remember she used to love being out in nature, isn’t that right?” he asked, leaning over a little to see the girl just past her mother. She didn’t look up from her plate.

“She used to frolic like a goat when she was little,” Mrs Gaunt laughed. “What a darling, she was… Oh, but those days are long gone, she’s no fun at all anymore.” The woman turned to her daughter and tucked her hair behind her ear, holding her heavy jewelled earring in her palm for a moment to assess it, as if it might’ve broken while the girl wore it. “Isn’t that right, dear?”

Sebastian wasn’t sure if he could call it tension, that which was between the daughter and her parents. She was sullen more than resentful or angry… But there was definitely resentment there as she was spoken of and pawed at like a doll while simultaneously criticised for being… herself.

Their trip to Goatfell Mountain the next day was a chance to relax. Mr and Mrs Gaunt were quite happy to undertake the trip, which was two hours away from where they stayed, while Sebastian and Miss Gaunt walked behind them — sometimes together, sometimes apart. They didn’t speak much aside from pleasantries, and coordinating with each other as they climbed the smooth, thick rocks that made the mountainside.

But Sebastian didn’t feel she was the same around him as she was around her parents. She was lost in thought and distant, sure, but the undercurrent of anxiety that seemed to normally grip her was abated.

“You must be relieved to be done with classes,” said Sebastian as he helped her up a slope.

“A bit, yes,” she said, still quite reserved. She clung to his hand, her grip reedy but strong.

“So what plans do you have now that you’re free?”

“Please, don’t you ask me that too,” she said, begging almost.

“Alright,” he chuckled. “Sorry. Sounded a bit too much like your mother there, didn’t I?”

She said nothing, but he knew it was the truth.

“At least you can practice magic out of school grounds now whenever you like,” he said. “What was your favourite subject?”

“I didn’t really have any,” she said, walking slow and cautious on the slippery rocks, holding her skirt up to watch the ground. “I liked the thing you did with the petals last time though…” she said after a short silence.

“You remember that?” grinned Sebastian. “That was just a bit of coordinated levitation… I could teach it to you, if you want.”

She looked briefly at him from the corner of her eyes and smiled in a tight, awkward way. “Father says you work with dark magic…”

“Well… That’s not the only magic I know.”

He felt uncomfortable, confessing this to her like that. He didn’t know what she thought of dark magic, but if it was anything like Ominis, it wasn’t good. Still, she didn’t seem to recoil from him after that, although she was so hard to read, always in her shell…

After a slow trek, all four of them reached the summit. It was a flat and grey expanse with a beautiful view of green hills behind them, and the sea ahead. The clouds were low and soft, mere vapours teasing a hint of blue sky between their folds.

Sebastian sat down to catch his breath, his hat resting on his knee, while Ominis and his wife did the same a few feet away. His wife was describing the scene to him, although Sebastian was sure his friend could feel the view, somehow, through the air, through the far sound of the sea, through the soft moss that grew on the granite and the lichen that spotted it. He smiled watching the two of them, nearly unchanged since childhood. Could he say the same? All he had to show for the passing years were a few grey hairs and new wrinkles.

Miss Gaunt joined him, sitting just an arm’s length away. His smile widened upon seeing her.

“Well?” asked Sebastian. “Was it worth the trouble to come all the way up here?”

“No,” she said, sounding quite bored. But then she broke into a little smile and looked down again. She was pretending to be more grumpy than she really was…

“Not very exciting, I suppose,” he shrugged, playing along with her. “Perhaps you’d have more fun in the city.”

“I think I would like that,” she said.

Sebastian looked at her, pleasantly surprised by this hint of her enthusiasm.

She wore a dark grey skirt today, with buttons on the side, and a white shirt embroidered with flowers which fluttered around her figure in the wind. The lace collar lapped against her neck. Her hair, though ruffled slightly from their journey, sat neatly pinned beneath her broad straw hat. She kept her hand on top of it so that the wind wouldn’t blow it away.

“I could take you, you know,” he offered. “When I go back to London.”

She looked at him with something like fear or surprise. “N-no, thank you,” said the girl, smiling awkwardly. “I don’t think mother would let me.”

“Why not?” said Sebastian. “I could ask her. I’m sure she —”

“No, no —”

“But you’re so unhappy with them...”

She stopped whatever she was about to say and could only give a tight, painful smile in response.

Sebastian felt sorry to have been so blunt, but as he looked into her eyes, he could tell they had finally reached a real, uncompromising understanding together, something other than the stilted, tepid pleasantries of family friends.

He leaned over and placed his hand on hers, and could feel the warmth of her hand through the gloves.

“I’m leaving for London at the end of the week,” said Sebastian. “I know an apothecary who lets a room above his shop on Diagon Alley, you’d be very comfortable there… I could show you around, show you the best bookstores and dressmakers. You can meet new people there, maybe meet a boy,” he smiled.

“No,” she said, suddenly looking down and blushing.

“Alright, no boys,” he chuckled. “But do you want to come? You don’t have to stay long…”

She didn’t say anything, but he could see her looking to the side, thinking about it. Sebastian gave her another encouraging squeeze of the hand and then released her.

“Why don’t you try being on your best behaviour today?” he suggested, fiddling with the rim of his hat. “Put your parents in a good mood, make them more amenable.”

“How could I be on my best behaviour?” she asked, frowning up at him slightly. She clearly resented his request.

Sebastian thought about it for a moment. What would parents like hers want to see? They clearly had no patience for her more childish inclinations, her savage and withdrawn demeanour… He’d heard her mother describe her daughter as a “wild creature” on more than one occasion — not as some untamed thing, because she was in many ways quite docile, but as someone completely apart from civilization. They wanted her to perform: in school, in society, and now in adult life. And their daughter had fallen short on all fronts.

In spite of her quietness and her poor grades, she wasn’t dumb. She could sense their disappointment and naturally resented them for it. Sebastian realised with a clench of his heart that the love she had received so far was always conditional.

“Walk with your back straight,” he said matter-of-factly, “and walk a bit more in front, rather than always behind them. Smile a little, if you can, and speak up a bit more when you have a thought.”

The girl shook her head. “They criticise me whatever I say. Whatever opinion I share is stupid. Whatever thing I like is in poor taste… And they do tell me to smile more, but when I do, they say how ugly I look doing it.”

Sebastian sighed. He’d met people like that before. In fact, his Uncle Solomon was such a character. Nothing his nephew ever did was good enough...

Sebastian didn’t wish to blame his childhood friends for ending up being such parents, but he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of resentment toward them too. He had to remind himself that he’d never had children, and he never knew what difficulty that entailed.

“Walk with me, then, when we return. We can pretend to be chatting.”

She nodded and smiled at him gratefully, with just a hint of embarrassment. It took a while for Sebastian to realise she wasn’t embarrassed to be in his company, but to be offered help…

Mr and Mrs Gaunt led the way as they descended Goatfell, the woman boasting of the sketches she’d made of the landscape. She’d drawn with particularly deep strokes so that Ominis could feel them too.

“But it doesn’t compare to the colours, does it?” she asked, turning her head to Sebastian and her daughter who walked a few steps behind. “So cold and yet so alive…”

“Bunch of grey rocks and grey water,” her daughter mumbled only loud enough for Sebastian to hear.

He hid his grin behind his fist.

But she made an effort to follow his advice somewhat and walked like a proper lady beside him rather than a morose teenager dragged along by her parents. And they didn’t have to pretend to chat, as conversation came easily to them.

“So what is there to do on Diagon Alley except shop for school supplies?”

“Well, that’s where most of the wizarding businesses are, these days. Bookstores, broomstores, potioneers, anything you could ever want. You’d be surprised at how much there is to see there, how much you haven’t seen when you were just getting your school books and a cauldron…”

“And Knockturn Alley?” she asked with a cautious tone.

“Now how do you know about that?”

She shrugged. No doubt Ominis had told her about it… Warned her about it.

“Well, it’s not something you should concern yourself with. That’s no place for a young lady.”

“Oh…” She sounded disappointed.

Sebastian didn’t talk to the Gaunts about taking her to London that evening, nor the next, but the day before he left he brought it up with Mrs Gaunt after dinner. She and the girl were in the kitchen, one using magic to wash the dishes, the other to dry them.

Mrs Gaunt seemed sceptical at first and gave her daughter an apprehensive look, but underneath that, Sebastian could tell she saw the potential benefits… It was easier, he knew from experience, for him to convince her of an idea, and for her to convince Ominis.

A few carefully placed words and two weeks later, and he Floo the girl into Diagon Alley.

“Let me carry that,” said Sebastian, leaning down to pick up her suitcases as she brushed the green dust off her skirt.

“Oh no, I can —” she immediately said.

“Nonsense. Let me be a gentleman for you.”

“Well, if you —”

“On one condition.”

“What?” she asked, a bit startled by his suddenly serious tone.

“Never call me ‘Uncle Sebastian’ again.”

“Oh, alright,” she laughed.

Sebastian had arranged for her to stay above the apothecary he’d mentioned before, on a street not far from where he lived.

“My flat is just around the corner, there,” he pointed out from the window. “Around there, and to the right, then a left, and it’s in a big redbrick building.”

“I’m not sure I’ll remember that,” she frowned, looking out the window with him. “But thank you… I’ll try to pay you back, you know.”

“Don’t even think about it,” said Sebastian as they turned their attention inside the room. “It’s my gift. To compensate for never bringing you anything from my trips,” he smiled.

“I don’t think father would’ve accepted them anyway,” she said with a timid smile. “He never seemed to like the places you went to.”

“Yes, I thought as much…”

“But they never seemed so bad. France, Spain, Switzerland… I never understood what was so bad about your trips. I wished I could go sometimes.”

“Well, maybe someday, you will,” he smiled down at her fondly. “Hopefully for pleasure though, not business.”

She bit her lip and looked up at him for a moment, then down again. Sebastian played with the rim of his hat and looked around. The room was furnished but was quite sternly decorated. It was yearning to be filled.

“I shall let you settle in, then,” he said after an awkward silence. “We can meet for lunch.”

They met for lunch every day after that, and for dinner too. In between that, if Sebastian had time to spare — and he made sure to have plenty for her — he’d show her his favourite shops, a different one each day. He led her through the streets that she visited before each school year, but he could tell she looked at them with different eyes now. She could go anywhere, buy anything — within her budget — and stay in any place for as little or as long as she liked. When they grew bored of Diagon Alley, they went through Muggle London. He showed her where all the nice lady shops were too, although he confessed to not knowing much of them.

Against her protestations, he bought her a few things, trinkets mostly and souvenirs, nothing so expensive that would make her feel indebted to him. She looked guilty to receive anything at all, and it broke his heart to see it.

He knew Ominis and his wife didn’t deprive her of anything growing up, but somehow they’d raised a child that felt unworthy of receiving positive attention… Whether they tried too hard to make her self-sufficient or Ominis complained too much about his wasteful family, something had gone wrong somewhere. Sebastian knew it wasn’t his place to fix it, but it was hard to hold himself back… He felt so at peace when he was around her, so at home, more than he ever remembered feeling in long, long years.

She had put his gifts away each time into her purse and sometimes didn’t even open them, choosing instead to look down morosely and change the subject to something else. He couldn’t help but feel unwanted by the time two weeks were over, and was surprised by how much it hurt. Somehow, the thought of not being good enough for her was devastating to him, although the implications were perverse — as were his dreams at night, increasingly, the longer they spent time together.

But then one evening he walked her to her flat after a day of walking around the furthest edges of Diagon Alley, close to where Knockturn Alley was. She’d been understandably apprehensive the whole time, although he reassured her they would not cross over into it. Still, there were tendrils of dark magic floating in the air that any witch could sense.

He didn’t know what possessed him to walk her all the way to the door, and further in. Perhaps he just wanted to make sure she felt safe — and besides, she didn’t stop him.

She seemed a bit shy about letting him in though, unable to meet his eyes or stand still. As he wished her good night, he realised why.

On the little vanity, lined up around the mirror, were all the gifts he’d given her. The thin silver bracelet hung around the neck of a wooden cat figurine like some long and fancy necklace, the enamel box stood open holding a jar of enchanted red ink and a fimble embossed with flowers, the journal he had monogrammed with her initials lay beneath a new pair of calfskin gloves, and the silk scarf with a flexing snake on it was coiled by its side.

He forgot whatever he was saying, lips parting in a smile, and after taking it all in, he looked at her again.

For her party, the girl felt quite stupid. She’d never blushed so fiercely, and although it was too late now, she took her hat off and moved to block Sebastian’s view of the vanity.

“So you did like the things I got you,” he said cheerfully.

“I never said I didn’t,” she muttered, going to hang the hat on the back of the chair.

“You let me think so, though,” he said, frowning at her but speaking with a playful tone.

“Well, I’m sorry…”

“But why don’t you wear any of them?” asked Sebastian, stepping quickly around her to look at them again.

She turned toward him, squeezing the fingers of one hand in the other. “I didn’t wish to ruin them…”

Sebastian looked at her. “How would you ruin them?”

She shrugged.

And he thought they made such progress while they were together… She spoke more, spoke openly, shared her opinions with him however harsh or strange — and he’d been surprised to find out she had really strong opinions about certain things, which made him wonder at the true depth of her internal life, her thoughts, her feelings, everything she kept hidden from the world.

He sighed, and went to pick up the silver bracelet. It was a chain of tightly interlocking links on the front side of which a marcasite-encrusted serpent coiled. He set his hat on the desk and placed his gloves there too, and unclasped the bracelet.

“Here,” he said, turning toward her. “Give me your hand.”

She extended her left hand to him, and Sebastian locked it around her little wrist. He held her hand in his and looked at it. Silver suited her complexion well…

“See? Not ruined,” he smiled, holding her gaze.

The girl smiled tensely and looked at the bracelet. It was too sad a smile for Sebastian to bear.

“What are you thinking?” he quietly asked.

“That if I use them, I’ll break them or stain them or lose them somewhere...”

“But if you just have them lying around, they’ll last longer?”

She nodded.

“Well, I’m flattered to know they mean so much to you,” he smiled. “But I’d rather you use them and ruin them than not use them at all. I bought them for you, for you to enjoy. And you can’t enjoy them when they’re just sitting there,” he chuckled.

She smiled a little wider, her eyes still aimed down. Sebastian’s grip went up from her fingers to close around her wrist, cupping it in his hand, gently pushing her sleeve away. He could almost hear her breath catch in her throat. When he looked at her face again, he found her looking back at him.

He didn’t know what he saw in her eyes, and couldn’t begin to guess what she was seeing in his. And before he could think of what to say, the girl stretched up on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around him. She pulled her body close to his, and by instinct, by sheer need, he held her to him. In the silence between them, he could sense so much, so many things she left unsaid but which he keenly felt.

“What’s wrong, my dear?” he asked, rubbing a hand up and down her back. “Hmm? Why are you so sad? Do you miss your parents?”

He could feel her shaking her head.

“Do you wish to go elsewhere? Are you tired of this place?” he chuckled. “I know these aren’t the most glamourous accommodations, but…”

She shook her head again.

Sebastian held her tightly to him and sighed. “Are you in love?” he asked.

She stayed still this time, frozen in his arms.

“You’re lovesick? Is that it?” He laughed and pulled her closer.

The girl didn’t answer, but Sebastian didn’t need her to. They held each other, basking in each other’s warmth, and he noticed he could feel her heartbeat against his chest.

Sebastian couldn’t help but wonder who this boy was that she loved, where she even met him. Maybe it was a handsome young clerk in one of the shops they visited, or someone she’d spotted at a restaurant when they were having lunch, or maybe — Merlin forbid — a muggle she saw when they were out in London… For some reason, all of those ideas made him feel strange, uncomfortable, and quite a bit angry.

“Who is it, then?” he asked, putting a smile on his face as he leaned away to look down at her face again.

The girl looked up at him and wouldn’t say a word, instead biting her lip to keep quiet. He’d seen such secretive moods from her before, but none that were so deep, that hung so heavily over their conversation.

“I promise I won’t tell your parents. It’s just an innocent crush, I suppose, right?”

It took some effort and courage on her part, but finally, she nodded.

Sebastian gave a deep sigh. “So, who is it?” he asked again, his broad hand coming up to cup her cheek. “You can tell me…”

“I don’t think I can.”

“Why? Don’t you know his name?”

“I do…”

“And?”

She kept looking at him with those large, sad eyes. He had hoped that by now she would’ve learned he was her friend…

“Is it someone you… shouldn’t like?” he tried.

She nodded.

“I see… Well, you’re a clever girl to realise it. In that case, perhaps it’s best you put him out of your mind.”

He suddenly remembered how long he’d been holding her, and although he wanted nothing more than to comfort the girl all night, he began to let her go.

“Uncle Seb— Sebastian,” she said quickly, “it’s… it’s not a boy.”

He froze and looked at her, wondering what she meant. “What is it then?” he asked. “It’s not a goblin, is it?” he asked, teasing her.

“No!” she laughed, looking down again. “It’s…”

But she couldn’t speak, couldn’t say it. Her hands left his shoulders and went down to his waist, pulling him close to her again, begging wordlessly for another hug. He couldn’t deny her. Sebastian sighed deeply with a smile as he held her to his chest.

He wished he could help her, make all her dreams come true, and give her the comfort and the love she’d never had enough of. His hand came up and pet the back of her head, trying not to ruffle her carefully pinned hair. The feeling of it sent shivers down his spine that he didn’t think he should experience. Her breath hitched at the sensation, and with a subtle step forward, she pressed herself more firmly to his front. Sebastian swallowed an embarrassing moan and tried to turn his hips away, but then she leaned back, pressing her head deeper in his hand, and looked up at him as if waiting for something.

“Who are you thinking of?” he asked in a low voice, hoping that she told him of someone, anyone, to drive away his unworthy desires. “Who is it?” he asked, his hand coming up to cup her cheek.

The girl swallowed the knot in her throat, terrified by the intensity of his gaze. Her face flushed red and her eyes teared up, but she worked up the courage to lean up, and wrap her arms around his neck, and kiss his cheek.

Sebastian could have died on the spot. His arms tightened around her as if he really would have died if he didn’t have her to cling to... Could she do that? Could she kiss him? When her lips parted from his skin, he turned his head and kissed her cheek as well. His hands began to tremble as he realised who she had meant…

“…Me?” he asked, clinging more tightly to her. “D-do you mean me?”

She nodded, her soft cheek brushing against his.

Sebastian sighed from the depth of his chest and moaned. “How could you do that?” he asked with a shaky laugh. “How could you mean me? I’m… I…”

He was nearly forty years old, and she wasn’t yet twenty. As if that wasn’t enough, she was the daughter of his two best friends. He couldn’t imagine doing that to Ominis — whatever that was, because he certainly had no intention of compromising her or… or…

Slowly, she pulled away from him, the hug relaxing in a loose holding of hands. “Oh,” she said, and she sounded so dejected. Whatever tension was on her face before faded, her eyes downcast, her mouth frowning.

“I don’t mean that… that you’re… I mean, that I don’t…” Sebastian cursed quietly. “I don’t mean that you’re not charming and beautiful and…” She looked up at him and took his breath away again. “And lovely,” he finished.

“So it’s just that you don’t like me,” she said, seeming to have decided for him that she wasn’t good enough.

“No,” he said, his hand cupping her cheek firmly, “that’s not it. What I meant was… that you shouldn’t like me.”

“I know that, but do you think I can help it?”

The sudden resolve in her surprised him. Sebastian chuckled softly, his thumb tracing circles on her cheek.

“No, I don’t imagine you can help it,” he replied, his voice low and soft. “And to be honest, I can’t either.”

The girl looked up at him quizzically, seemingly torn between hoping he said what she thought he did, and fearing that he didn’t. He wasn’t usually so hard to read, he was certainly more expressive and open than her, but right now, his gaze was thoroughly impenetrable.

Sebastian fought against himself, against the last lingering denial of what he felt for her, but he knew it had reached its end.

“I only want what’s best for you. Do you know that?” he asked.

“Yes?” she quietly said.

“And this isn’t what’s best for you.”

“What is, then?” she frowned.

“You deserve to be loved,” he said tenderly. “To know what it’s like to be loved, to know that you… you deserve it.”

She bit her lip, and he could tell his words hurt her somehow, reminding her of what she lacked in life. His thumb caressed her cheek again.

“I can’t do that to you, though,” he chuckled nervously. “Your father would kill me.”

“I would never tell him,” she said, her hands fisting at the back of his coat.

“That isn’t the sort of thing you should say…”

“I don’t care what I should or shouldn’t say. What about what I want?”

He swallowed thickly and groaned, feeling himself crumble before her.

“You bought me all these things,” the girl continued, looking plaintively and angrily into his eyes, “but you won’t… won’t…”

“Won’t what?” he asked. “Can you even say it?”

She frowned again, her eyes tearing with frustration at her own shyness.

“You say I deserve to be l-loved,” she mumbled, peeking up at him for scant seconds. “But if you won’t do it, who will?”

Sebastian whimpered deep in his throat. He had nothing to say to that.

“Do you want me to find someone else?” she asked.

“No,” said Sebastian instantly, his grip around her waist tightening.

The girl, impish little thing, smiled victoriously.

“Then why won’t you show me?” she whispered, standing on her tiptoes again to reach closer to him, her head tilting dreamily, her eyes large and vulnerable and full of hope. “Just because I shouldn’t like you that way? Nobody else likes me but you, anyway” she said, sounding terribly sad where only a second ago she was flirtatious.

“That isn’t true,” said Sebastian, shaking his head.

“It feels that way to me.”

He shook his head again, but he had no way to contradict her because he felt as if he was the only one in the world who truly loved her — and what madness it was to admit it — who truly wanted her, top to bottom, the whole of her, for himself.

“Do you… have someone else?”

“No,” he admitted.

“Then, why not…”

“I told you, your father, both your parents in fact —”

“They don’t care about what I want,” she said, “so why should I care about what they want?”

He laughed. Her frown deepened thinking that he laughed at her.

“Never knew you were so headstrong,” he said, both hands coming up to cup her face.

She whimpered at the warm touch from him, so close to being caressed and yet still held so far from him, from the only man who ever made her feel anything.

He tilted his head and leaned in closer until she could feel his breath on her lips. “I can’t give you what you want,” he sighed, his eyes searching hers. “But I… I can show you how I feel.”

She looked up at him again, a thread of hope winding around her heart.

“And show you what… what you really feel too,” he added with a teasing smile.

The girl barely opened her mouth to ask what he meant when he dipped down to kiss her.

She winced in surprise at the touch of his lips and her whole body felt alight. She didn’t know when she closed her eyes, but within a few heartbeats she was lost to his embrace, knowing nothing else in the world but his touch — big, warm, rough hands around her jaws, tilting her head upward, plump, chapped lips surrounded by an evening stubble caressing her mouth, breath tickling her cheek...

When he pulled back to catch his breath, she nearly chased after him. It had been her first kiss, and she could hardly imagine anything more exhilarating. The feelings that were rushing through her made her dizzy, but looking into his eyes steadied her. Still, she keenly feared his rejection. She knew what she wanted from him was wrong, but was too hungry for his love to care.

“Why can’t you give me what I want?” she spoke with a hint of desperation.

“You know why, sweetheart,” he smiled, his eyes growing sad at the sight of her so needy. “But… I can still love you. Show you how much I love you,” he said. “Is that enough for now?”

The girl frowned but nodded eagerly, the longing of months and years finally spilling over. She leaned in for another kiss. Sebastian chuckled at her eagerness and gave her what she wanted, while they both tried not to think of how illicit, how wrong this was. They kissed in the centre of the room until they both were breathless, and he felt her finally calm down. Against his chest, he felt her heart beat steadily.

“Did I give you your first kiss, my lovely one?” he asked.

She nodded.

“And your second one?”

“Y-yes…”

Sebastian chuckled and leaned down to kiss her again. She moaned into his mouth.

“And your third?” he sighed against her lips.

She whimpered and clung to his cravat, pulling him down to kiss her again, and he smiled against her mouth. She seemed to like being kissed, so he put all his care into it. His lips nipped hers, then covered them for long, languid caresses, and his hands went up from her waist to the bottom of her ribs, squeezing her gently.

With a moan, he parted from her again and looked at her. He couldn’t help but give her another little peck on the lips before stepping away. The girl whined, her arms reaching for him. It made Sebastian grin at how greedy she’d become…

“May I?” he asked with his hands on the lapels of his jacket.

“Oh,” she whispered, “oh, erm, yes…” He was planning something, she could tell.

He smiled fondly at her and took his jacket off, hanging it on the back of the chair beside her vanity. “Why don’t you sit down, my lovely one?” he said.

She blushed fiercely but did as he said, and went to sit down on the bed, her body facing his.

“Take your boots off,” he said as he unbuttoned his vest. “And your drawers, too.”

Her heart skipped a beat when she heard his words. Without taking her eyes off him, she leaned down and unlaced her boots, putting them to the side. Her toes curled as she prepared herself for what came next. Sebastian’s eyes raked over her as he loosened his cravat. His brown eyes never left her, the edges crinkling as he smiled.

Rising her hips slightly, she rolled her long skirt to her knees and dipped her hands beneath it, tugging the drawers off her hips then off her legs, and let them rest on the floor. She looked away from Sebastian, her breathing frantic and her face all red at what she had just done. She looked as if she were still fully dressed, but now Sebastian knew there was nothing protecting her intimate parts from him.

Slowly, he took his boots off too and let them lay where they fell, and unbuttoned the top of his shirt. He licked his lips hungrily as he stepped closer to the bed, letting his fingers trail lightly over the silken sheets.

“You really are lovely, you know?” he breathed, his voice low with desire.

She bit her lip and tensed up again, moving up the bed the closer he got until she was next to the pillows. Sebastian stopped in front of her, his knees next to her own, and cupped his hand beneath her chin. She looked up at him so innocently that he felt like a bit of a monster, but he was determined to strike a balance between what she asked for, and what he was ready to give…

“Will you let me lay beside you?” he whispered.

She moaned and nodded, moving to the side to make room for him, inviting him on the bed next to her. Sebastian sat down, wearing just his shirt and trousers with the suspenders framing his chest, then moved so that his back was against the pillows.

“Come lay here,” he said, patting his chest.

The girl seemed a bit confused but quickly understood what he wanted when he lightly spread his legs. With an awkward little shuffle, she eased herself to the middle of the bed, between his thighs, and let her back lay against his front. Sebastian’s arms instantly encircled her, holding her warmly to his body, cradling her.

For a while, they stayed like that, with his lips at her temple and her hands clasping his arms. She worried he might be uncomfortable, with her back against him and the stiff corset digging into him, but Sebastian didn’t seem to mind. He felt warm, and firm, and steady, and gradually her heartbeat calmed.

“For how long have you felt this way?” Sebastian eventually asked.

Her knees bent slightly, as if she could hide away. “I don’t want to tell,” she muttered.

Sebastian chuckled and wrapped his arms more tightly around her. “Alright, you don’t have to say it,” he whispered against her cheek, “for now.”

His lips trailed down to her jaw, little suckling pecks that made her sight and tilt her head, then went down the column of her neck, stopping at the clavicle. He felt her stiffen in his arms again. Carefully, so as to not scare her more, his right hand uncurled itself from around her waist and travelled lower to her hip. Tug by tug, he raised her skirt a little higher.

“Shhh, it’s alright,” he whispered in her ear. “I want to do something… but tell me if you don’t want it.”

The girl winced and shook her head.

“No?” he asked.

“No, yes. Don’t stop,” she breathed.

Sebastian laughed lightly and kept pulling her skirt up, all the way until he could dip his hand beneath it. She gasped when she felt his fingers on her inner thigh.

“Is this good?” he asked.

She nodded, settling more firmly against him. He moaned deep in his chest when he felt her bottom rub against his bulge, but continued with the gentle motions of his hand across her skin.

“Very soft,” he praised in a close whisper. “And so, so warm… Are you always like this down there?” he teased.

“Y-yes?”

Sebastian smiled at her innocence and kissed her cheek again. “I believe it,” he said. “Especially with all that walking we’ve been doing lately… These darling thighs must be tense all day, rubbing against each other, no?”

The girl squirmed against his lap, a fire licking up and down her skin from that little point where three of his fingers touched her. She felt him caressing her thigh slightly inward, almost all the way to the back of her leg, his palm engulfing her for a few quiet moments, and then trailing upwards.

“Is this alright?” he asked, his voice sounding lower than before, rougher.

It reminded her that he was a man, big and rough and so much stronger than her — a man as old as her father, although that wasn’t the sort of thing she wanted to know just then. She closed her eyes tightly against the uncomfortable thought.

“H-higher,” she whispered. Her legs spread wider as far as his thighs allowed.

“Higher?” he teased as he drew circles on her skin. His left arm closed around her waist in a stronger grip. “What will I find there, hmm?”

The girl dipped her head and moaned low in her throat, knowing he was playing with her. Her hands fisted in her skirt.

“Is there some secret place there?” Sebastian chuckled. His fingers went up along her thigh, where she was even warmer, even softer, and he groaned.

He could feel the muscles in her thigh flex beneath the skin. With one heavy caress, he moved his left hand from around her waist and cupped her chest. With careful tugs and encouraging her to shift a little, he eased her corset lower down her torso until he could feel her breasts slide up from beneath its grasp. She gasped and nearly jumped, but then melted in his arms with a light mewl.

He kissed her cheek again. “Shhh it’s alright.”

The girl lay docile in his arms while he carefully caressed her breast, squeezing it the slightest bit, then resting the young globe in the palm of his hand. Underneath her skirt, he teased a path all the way up until he felt a soft wet tuft. The girl whimpered, squirming against his front again, but Sebastian just rested his hands on her.

“Is this good?” he asked, peppering kisses up and down the side of her face.

“Yes,” she whispered, “I think so…”

“You think so?” he chuckled. “Well, let’s make sure, then.”

Keeping his hand still at her breast, he trailed his fingers higher up between her legs, slow and patient and searching. When his index touched her slit, she moaned.

“Oh,” he breathed lustfully, “so you do have a special place here…”

The girl curled in his arms, and Sebastian let himself slip lower down the bed, spreading his legs wider to accommodate her while not moving his hands at all, letting her feel him there.

“So wet,” he whispered as his finger began to caress her, going up and down her swollen lips. “It isn’t normal to be this wet, is it, my darling? And so, so feverish… Are you sure you’re alright?” he chuckled. “You’re certain you’re not ill, my sweetest girl?”

“No, of course not,” she said, unsure why he was even asking. She had the feeling he was joking, but she could not imagine why. This was not the time to jest, in her opinion.

“Oh, I’m not so sure,” he breathed, letting his lips rest against her cheekbone. “You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?”

“N-no…”

“I guess I need to find out for myself, then.”

And then his fingers started moving. He teased her with both index and middle finger, going up and down her slit, making her more and more wet, feeling her moans right against his mouth as he rested his lips at her throat. He could feel her hole, tight and hot and flexing, and above it, her raw little nub peeking out, so hard and small... He paused there and swirled a digit around it with the lightest touch. She nearly jumped in his arms, wailing at the unfamiliar feeling.

“Is this good?” he asked against her neck, his breath frantic. “Is this good for you?”

She whined and squirmed in his arms, teasing his manhood with her bottom. It made him growl, but she probably didn’t realise what she was doing. Sebastian teased her tight bud more and then, after cupping it between three fingers, squeezed it lightly at the same time as he squeezed the tip of her breast through her shirt.

“Un— Sebastian!” she moaned.

“I told you not to call me ‘Uncle’,” he said with a hint of frustration. But he knew she didn’t mean it, probably didn’t know his fraught relationship with the word, so he sighed and kissed her cheek in apology.

“‘m sorry,” she whined, still twisting in his arms.

“It’s alright,” he whispered, kissing her cheek again. “It’s alright, just… just lay in my arms and let me take care of you.”

And as he spoke, his fingers kept teasing her between her legs and at her breast, slowly, deliberately squeezing those two sensitive points at the same time and pulling on them gently. The air was filled with her gasps and the shifting of clothes against clothes, the light squeaking of the bed, and Sebastian’s groans. He turned his head toward her, filling his lungs with the scent of her hair.

His hands on her relaxed, and he went back to holding her breast gently while sliding his fingers up and down her slit. He could feel her shivering in his arms at the change, and chuckled.

“Which do you like best?” he whispered in her ear. “Hard, or gentle?”

“Erm…”

“Tell me honestly,” he said without a hint of teasing.

“G-gentle?”

Sebastian smiled and kissed her cheek. “Gentle, then, for my girl.”

Another shiver ran through her, and if he didn’t know any better, he could’ve sworn she purred.

His thick middle finger slid slowly, carefully down her folds, then held there for a moment, went up again, and down, all in a steady, predictable motion. His left hand, meanwhile, warmed her breast, holding her to him.

“How do you feel?” he asked, rubbing his stubbled cheek against hers, so smooth and soft.

She felt completely overwhelmed, covered, supported, and utterly cherished. She couldn't even begin to put into words how he made her feel. “Nervous,” the girl chuckled, her voice strained, but happy.

“Just nervous?” he smiled.

“And…”

“And what?”

She wouldn’t say.

“Do you feel cared for?” he asked, the corner of his lips brushing against her skin.

She nodded.

“Do you feel wanted?”

Another little nod.

“And needed?” he sighed, taking another lung-full of her.

The girl whimpered and dipped her face down.

Between her legs, Sebastian began to brush against her faster. His finger felt her plush lips on either side, warm and wet and innocent. He pressed deeper and felt her gasp and jump when the tip of his finger touched her hole again.

“Do you?” he asked more warmly, almost a growl. “Do you feel how much I need you?”

“I… I don’t know…”

“Oh, my darling little girl,” he moaned, and his hand squeezed her breast a little tighter. Sebastian so badly wished that he could have her read his mind so that she could see how deeply his love for her ran.

His caress went further, dipping into her entrance gently, curiously, almost timidly. It coaxed a kittenish trill from her and she rubbed against his front again, his bulge slotted right between her cheeks.

“Don’t you feel that?” he moaned, pressing back against her with his stiff length. “Do you know what that is?”

“Is… is it your… male part?”

He laughed a little. “That’s quite the polite word for it. Yes, my little one.”

Sebastian rested his lips against her cheek while he pressed into her hole a bit more firmly. She gave a reedy cry when the tip of his finger pierced her.

“Oh, it burns,” she whined.

“Shhh, I won’t hurt you,” he whispered in between kisses. “You’ll see… you’ll see… I’ll show you that I care for you,” he promised.

His lips travelled her jaw, leaving wet trails down the side of it and along her neck. To distract her from the penetration, he began to flick her breast with his thumb through her shirt, and soon made that nub pucker again. Between her legs, he felt her growing wet.

“Do you trust me?” he growled. “Do you understand I want you?”

Silence.

“Not yet?” he grinned.

Sebastian slid his finger deeper. Instantly, she cried out and her back arched and he felt her squeeze around him. He felt the broken sound of her surprise shiver through her neck and into his waiting lips.

“How deep inside of you can I go?” he asked breathlessly. “How deep will you let me?”

It was a double-edged question, and they both could feel it. She knew by this point that his actions were less about giving her pleasure — even less about taking it for himself — and more about showing her that she was worthy of desire, of care and want and love.

“Deep,” she whispered, relaxing against his chest as her channel swallowed his probing finger.

“Deep, hmm?” he chuckled. “Deep and gentle, is that how my girl likes it?”

“Yes,” she moaned mindlessly.

Against his wrist, he could feel her thighs flexing. Sebastian groaned deep in his chest and slowly thrust into her, always upward, never retreating until he felt all the way to the end of her.

“So tight,” he whispered, peppering kisses on her neck again. “Tight and warm, that sickly sweet warmth of yours…”

He nibbled at her neck and squeezed her breast again, caressing it in slow but greedy motions. Inside her, his finger pressed all the way until he reached her cervix.

“Ow,” she winced, trying to move away.

“Stay still,” he said.

She did, allowing him to feel her, all of her. Her channel throbbed and pulsed around him, not knowing what to do with the intrusion. Sebastian paused in wonder at this marvellous part of her, this secret, deep, and tender place that nobody else had known before. When he felt her greedy channel relax, he began pulling out. Teasingly, he trailed his finger out and out and out of her, letting her feel it the whole way.

“It feels so cold,” he chuckled, “it’s so wet from you…”

She didn’t say anything, but he could tell that she was blushing, her cheek felt hot where it touched his temple.

“Are you ashamed of that, my sweetest one?” he asked, ending it with a lick of her neck. “Are you ashamed of how wet you are for me?”

“Don’t talk like that,” she whispered, turning her head away.

Sebastian distracted her by kneading her breast, bringing his finger back to her entrance, and circling her hot and twitching hole.

“You’re wet for me, because of me” he said again more firmly, determined to break through her shyness and shame. “You’re warm and feverish and plush in your most secret place because of me,” he hissed. “Isn’t that right?”

“Why do you want me to say it?” she groaned, twisting in his grasp.

“Because I want to know,” he said with a kiss to her clavicle, “that you know it,” and then he kissed up her neck, “and I want you to admit it to yourself,” and then he kissed her cheek, “and I want to feel how desperate you get when you say those naughty words, my darling.”

The girl bit her lip and turned her head away, her fingers digging into his arms, nails snagging against his sleeves, struggling against him — and, in a way, against herself.

He penetrated her again, this time with two fingers. To keep her from squirming away he kneaded at her breast harder, more punishingly, threatening her almost.

“Say it,” he ordered with a low murmur.

“Yes,” she gasped, her back twisted in a painful arch between his heavy paw at her breast and his thick, invading fingers. “Yes, I’m wet because of you…”

“And what else?”

She moaned, canting her hips distractedly into his thrust as his fingers opened her up.

“Are you all swollen because of me? Because of what I’m doing to you?”

“Yes…”

“Do you want me?”

“Yes…”

“You want me inside of you?” he whispered, his lips and tongue teasing the crook of her neck. “You want me here?” His fingers curled in her girlhood, pressing against that soft spot above her entrance.

She gasped and squirmed, her eyes and mouth opening in a shock of wonder.

“Here, in this tender little place?” Sebastian continued, and his fingers curled and pulled, then pressed in again slow and thick and deep. “This hidden spot? This weeping, lonely little hole?”

Her legs spread wider of their own accord and she hooked them over his knees, her arms going up and back, her fingers finding their way into his hair. She held on to him, completely dependent on him now, open and exposed and invaded.

“I want you,” he growled, pumping into her deeper, not pleasuring her spot anymore but feeling her whole channel again, forcing it to open wider, to accept him. “Do you believe me?”

“Yes,” she cried, although he wasn’t sure she was even listening anymore.

“Do you feel that? You feel me wanting you?” said Sebastian with a harder, fuller thrust that moved her body up his torso, before pulling her back with it. “You feel me needing you?” he asked, his length rubbing against her innocent backside.

“Sebastian —”

“Say it, I need you to say it, I need to know that you… you understand what I feel for you…”

The girl nodded, her lips parted in a breathless gasp. “Yes…”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, you need me… you want me,” she said, and he could almost hear a tearfulness in her voice.

“Good girl,” he sighed. “And do you know what else?”

She moaned and shook her head as her body trembled, caught between his thick thrusting fingers and his hard manhood pleasuring herself on her.

“I love you,” said Sebastian. His eyes were closed and his lips were at her ear. It almost scared him to admit it, but she needed to know.

“I… I love you too,” she whispered, turning her face lazily toward him.

When Sebastian opened his eyes, he saw her there, with her half-lidded, dreamy gaze, her sweaty forehead, tear-stained cheeks, and those lovely, bitten lips… His hand left her breast to hold her still by the neck and he leaned down to kiss her.

The girl moaned into his lips. The only sounds now were their delicious moans and the wetness he pulled out of her as he pumped his fingers through her gushing channel.

Sebastian was breathless when he released her, and his whole body was alight. Although he was still mostly clothed, he felt nearly at the edge just from her in his arms, her body pressing down on him. The more he tended to her core, the more of her he could smell.

“I would lick your tenderest little parts,” he breathed as he looked into her eyes, “but that might be too much for you, wouldn’t it, pet?”

She stared at him quite shocked, not knowing what to say. She couldn’t even nod in agreement.

“So why don’t you just come for me? Release for me, let go…” he whispered, stretching out his tongue to lap at her lip. “Let me feel… this little hole… ” he continued, his fingers thrusting harder into her, shaking her whole body, “convulse in pleasure around me…”

Sebastian was certain she didn’t exactly know what he was talking about, and he actually wished she didn’t. He wanted her to be innocent, he wanted to be the first for her, to teach her and train her and show her pleasure. Show her how to surrender.

He groaned when she pressed in a certain way down on his lap, and instinctively he released her neck to grip her hip, holding her still for his use. His two fingers, thick and dripping wet with her, dug as deep inside her as he could and held there as he put all of his efforts into pressing up against her, rubbing himself against her bottom. He moaned shamelessly with each delicious thrust. His sounds were deep and lustful and embarrassingly revealing of how savagely he wished to take her, but the scared look in her eyes centred him.

Sebastian kissed her again then leaned back to look at her face as he used her, imagined himself taking her, feeling her wetness soak his shaft, feeling her weak little body parting for him, having no choice but to surrender and open and take him inside where he could spill —

“I… I love you,” he gasped, pleading with her almost, needing her to understand it and accept it. “I love you…”

“Seb—”

He frowned and closed her lips with a kiss, and then he felt his shaft twitch as it spilt its seed. It was a messy and distorted kiss, more of a moan and a cry and a crushing of lips, but for a moment it felt perfect. Her body relaxed above him, her fingers caressing his hair and his neck, her girlhood clenching around his fingers, suckling on them.

Sebastian breathed in deeply then released her mouth. He grinned lazily and leaned back to look at her. There was a sticky and disgusting feeling at his loins, but that didn’t matter now. Slowly, his fingers resumed their thrust.

She gasped and tensed in surprise, but soon eased and moaned more openly, her head tilted back exposing her neck, her chest arching against her shirt. Sebastian thrust deeper, those two thick fingers keeping her spread. He pulled the wetness out of her with each outward thrust and let it make her thighs and bottom slick.

“How long have you wanted me?” he asked in a teasing whisper at her ear. Now that he had warmed her up, he felt sure he would get the answer out of her.

“Wh-what?!”

He chuckled, pumping his fingers faster. “How long?”

“Since… since the fifth-year summer break,” she admitted, speaking in so small a voice he would not have heard if he were further away.

“So since you were fifteen!?”

Sebastian was a little scandalised. He pictured taking advantage of her at that age and recoiled inwardly. But at the same time, he didn't wish to make her feel ashamed. After all, she couldn't help her feelings, and he would be lying if he said he wasn't the slightest bit flattered. So he fought against how taboo it was, and chuckled.

“How naughty my little girl is,” he purred, nibbling at her ear.

“I’m sorry,” she groaned, turning her blushing face away from him.

“You should be,” he said, half-teasing. “I only ever wanted to take care of you, do you know that? I wished… I wished I could take you away sometimes. Just to have you for my own. To love you freely.”

She was nearly breathless with the revelation and turned to look up at him. His trusts between her legs gentled as he confessed his more innocent feelings to her, and she had no idea what to make of it.

“Did you really?” she asked in a whisper.

“Yes,” he smiled, “but not like this. Not as…”

“As lovers?”

“Yes, not like that. Just, as your friend or… anything.”

It was awkward for Sebastian to show this side of himself. It didn’t go well with what he was — an older man twice her age, slightly rough around the edges, involved with dark magic and seedy figures and things she shouldn’t know about. And she was so sweet and delicate, so fragile in his arms… But it was true, all he wanted was to love her, protect her, take care of her, in whatever capacity she allowed him.

Sebastian leaned down and kissed her forehead, his fingers stilling inside her for a moment. No sooner he parted from her skin that she leaned up and kissed his lips — clumsily, reaching mostly just the corner of his mouth.

“I want you,” she said as she looked into his eyes. “I… I wish you could take me away, forever.”

“But you know I can’t,” sighed Sebastian, and his fingers began to cant back and forth inside her, making her feel his despair and desire and longing to be with her as deeply as possible.

“I know… But I’ve dreamed of it,” she whispered. “So many nights… when I thought about you.”

Sebastian’s eyes darkened and he listened to her, his lips parted in a stilted gasp. He wasn’t sure he should know more, he was afraid of what he would hear, but a part of him was greedy to know everything that this darling girl thought about.

“Did you?” he asked lowly, and he started a deliberate, deep rhythm that trailed her channel up and down. Her plump folds kissed his knuckles when he thrust all the way inside.

“Yes,” she said in a high, weak voice.

He smiled. He loved the way she got so breathless when he pleasured her. “Did you touch yourself?”

“I did…”

“Did you touch yourself thinking of me?”

She closed her eyes and nodded.

“Like this?”

“Please,” she sobbed, her heart trembling in her chest as his fingers dragged themselves out of her. “Pleasepleaseplease…”

Sebastian licked his lips and looked down at her. Her arms were limp around his head and her eyes were closed. He drank in the sight of her weak and surrendered, and then he gave her what she wanted. He put his fingers back to her girlhood, trailing the slippery digits up and down her slit.

“You pleasured your special place?” he teased, grinning against her blushing cheek while his fingers dragged her slick up to her tender nub. “Alone, at night, while you thought of me…?”

She mewled and bowed her head, regretting somewhat that she had even admitted it to him, because now he used it to torture her — but his fingers felt so good, working her so precisely to feverish pleasure.

“Yes yes yes, please,” she mewled.

His chest purred beneath hers while his fingers strummed her pearl, tending to her most sensitive point relentlessly, diligently.

“Will you show me how you sounded when you reached your peak?” he whispered. “Will you spill for me here as you did around your pretty little fingers?”

“Please, Sebastian,” she cried, and her voice began to sound a little panicked. “It… it’s too much…”

In response, he held her down, his left arm stiff around her waist while with his right he abused her girlhood in short, aggressive rubs. He could feel her nub becoming stiffer, its raw head peeking out. With each downward thrust, he picked up a little bit more slick that leaked from her and brought it up to wet her pearl.

“It’s not too much, you can take it,” he whispered. “Doing so well for me, letting me love you like this… Letting me show how much I love you…”

“I can’t, I can’t,” she rambled.

Her legs started to tremble against his, her hips canting up and down, spreading the wetness that he’d spilt around himself in his soiled trousers. Sebastian groaned at the delicious, savage feeling of it all.

“I can feel you leaking out of your little hole,” he said with a dreamy voice. “Is that how you’d drip around me if I kissed you there? Is it? Is it how you’d gush around my manhood if I gave it to you?”

“Yes,” she mumbled, her head twisting back and forth, her hair a ruffled mess against his pillow, over his shoulder, sticking to his cheek. “Yes yes yes, I want, I want…”

“I’ll give you what you want, my girl,” he growled, holding her down and playing with her nub. “My good little girl, sweet, wet, dirty little girl…”

And her whole body began to tremble, starting with her legs, her stomach, her hands clasping desperately at the pillow. She let out a scream before she caught herself and bit it back. He reached down and kissed her mouth, swallowing it from her. Sebastian held her to him, barely letting her move while she squirmed with the shock of her powerful orgasm.

“Se— Sebastian! Aaah… Aaahh!”

Her core clenched and throbbed, hungry and empty and desperate for something that never came inside. Right above it, his fingers kept tending to her pearl, flicking it until it nearly drove her mad.

The girl mewled into his mouth, pleading with him to stop but in a thoroughly unconvincing manner.

“You like that?” Sebastian asked against her lips as his caresses slowed to steady, long, torturous strokes. “Hmm? Was that good?” he asked with a kiss.

“Mmm… yes,” she whispered, her voice trembling as her body relaxed, limp and sapless in his arms. Only faint twitches travelled up her legs anymore, but she spread them wider for him as he kept tenderly caressing her girlhood.

“Yes?” he grinned. “My naughty little girl liked it?”

“I did,” she said in the smallest, shyest whisper, her eyes cast down toward his lips.

He understood what she wanted, and leaned forward to kiss her again. The room around them fell silent now that her frantic breaths and moans abated. All that was left were the lewd, slopping sounds as he kept fingering her.

“Good little girl,” he sighed against her mouth. “Gone all soft now that you’ve been pleasured, haven’t you?”

She blushed and nodded, the tip of her nose brushing against his. Sebastian chuckled and leaned in to kiss her again, and again, and again. Slowly, he stilled his fingers, but kept them there, cupping her secret place, letting her seep lazily into his palm.

“How do you feel?” he asked with a warm smile.

“Good,” she murmured, a similar smile playing on her lips too. Her eyes were low and sleepy, but held his gaze.

Sebastian chuckled and disentangled his arm from around her waist, bringing it up to brush her messy hair away, caress her face, and pet her lovely cheek. Her legs dipped back from around his and closed around his wrist, hugging his hand to her centre.

“And did you like what I did to you?”

She bit back a wince and nodded again. Sebastian’s eyes crinkled with a smile and he dipped down to her mouth, tasting her in a long and languid caress.

“Give me your hand,” he said, “the left one,” and waited for her to comply.

She stretched out her left arm and watched curiously as he grinned and kissed the bracelet there. It was, in its own way, more like a mark of belonging, of his commitment to her — like an engagement ring.

“You were beautiful,” he said as her hand came down to brush against his face, “and sweet, and adorable, and the most enticing little witch I’ve ever seen.”

The girl squirmed in his lap, smiling awkwardly, but there was nowhere for her to go even if she had the strength to do it. He cupped her in his hands and held her to him.

“Well, I hope so,” she said with a small voice, looking between his lips and his eyes.

“You deserve to be loved. I hope you understand that now, at least a little bit better…”

Did she? She wasn’t sure. Held in Sebastian’s strong steady arms, against his broad chest, she knew she felt at home, and safe, and cared for, but love came with a little difficulty… How could he be satisfied with her?

“I know I am most inadequate —” she started.

“No,” he shook his head, “you are not. You deserve to be loved, and I wish to be the one to do it.”

She looked into his eyes again, quietly reading every emotion that flashed through there, every hint of vulnerability, of devotion, and found them all reflected in her too. Her hands finally found the strength to reach up again and tangle loosely in his hair.

“Alright,” she whispered, leaning up to breathe against his lips. “If you’ll love me, I’ll love you,” she said, kissing him gently on the mouth. “In fact, as you well know, I already do…”

Sebastian chuckled and held her closer, rocking her gently on his chest. Slowly, his hand slid away from her core, allowing her to close her legs, and his to close around her. Entangled in each other, they forgot about their messy clothes, their ruffled hair, and knew only of how much they liked each other’s closeness.

They spoke in sweet hushed whispers about what they planned to do, how they intended to live together, to accomplish it against all odds. Slowly, Sebastian forgot about his plan to only show her these safe, distant forms of love — with fingers and close embraces and perhaps eventually with his mouth, acts that left no lingering mark on her and had no chance of spoiling her honour. No, after this evening, could see himself taking her away, even marrying her, building a life with her… And as he gazed into her eyes throughout the evening, all the while until they fell asleep, he hoped she pictured the same future too.

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OKAY!!!

So, how was that 5th episode, yeah?

**SPOILER WARNING**

WEE WOO WEE WOO SCROLL PAST THIS POST QUICKLY IT HAS SPOILERS OH NOOOOOO!

anyways

MY HUSBAND OHHHH MY HUSBAND!!!

HE'S HERE!!! I had to rewatch the episode twice bc I couldn't stop squealing every time he appeared on screen 💀

I'm SO happy with how they depicted Kurt in this episode. He feels full of life and I can visibly see how much the animators love him. We've only gotten a little bit of him, but this is my favorite animated Kurt by far.

Kurt was very stiff and passive on the original series and it felt like they didn't know what to do with him.

But now!?

He's so animated! He moves fluidly. He's beauty, he's grace! He's confident and There are so many mannerisms of his that they show from the comics!

Even with how this goofball sits! He's normally perched in the comics! And that tail animation!??? Just wow, beautiful. Amazing.

Also? We and by we, I mean me, myself, and I LOVE a short king and I'm happy the show keeps him that way!

I also enjoy how we see a quick swirl of purple smoke when he bamfs around instead of the grey smoke like in the pilot episode for "Pryde of the x-men."

And as much as I'd like to see my boy cheeked up, I'm happy that they gave him more clothing than Pryde of the x-men as well 😬😅

Now I'm gonna ramble and squeal a bit.

Look at that jawline, those fangs!? God, he's so handsome!

His smile??? Fixes all my worries! Look how infectious it is! I also love how they've animated the shadows of his face. Mwah, tasty.

JESUS FUCK I HAVE TO MAKE A PT 2 BC Tumblr ONLY LETS ME HAVE 10 IMAGES ON A POST

[aejiee]

hi! you asked for marauders fic recs so im here to give you some :)

idk if you’ve read these or any yet, so they might seem kinda basic. they’re just to introduce you to this world/the characters. i wish i had a list like this when i first got into the marauders fandom ngl

also these are only gonna be marauders era fics, if you want golden trio era fics as well, i can give you some!

anyway:

all the young dudes by mskingbean89 (completed, 527k words, wolfstar & jily): this is THE marauders fic for most ppl, and i just think of it as what happened canonically. no fic is perfect, but this should be every1’s first marauders era fic imo (you might’ve read this already cuz it’s SO popular). its from remus’ pov and it follows him throughout hogwarts and until (i think) poa or ootp

the wolf’s tail by myheadsgonenumb (wip, 457k words, no ships yet but prob wolfstar & jily): this one’s pretty underrated imo, and it’s SO WELL WRITTEN!!! this also follows remus throughout hogwarts. however id say the diff between this and atyd is that (so far at least) it focuses more on the war side of the marauders era, even when they are still young and at hogwarts. so if you’re interested in how actually dark and dangerous the times were back then, even for children, you will like this one! the only thing ill say for this is that its kinda very descriptive at points (ex. there’s a lot of newspaper clippings, book quotes, interview transcripts etc) but you can just gloss over them if you think they’re not that important. rn i think their 5th year just started, so keep that in mind (its gonna be a long one)!

the cadence of part-time poets by motswolo (completed, 980k words, wolfstar & jily): AAAAAAHHHH this one is my ALL TIME FAV (marauders era) FIC <33333 this is a muggle au, so no magic! this is also a remus pov (😭) and he goes to hawkings (which is basically hogwarts) in his (i think??) 4th year? or younger? smt like that :,). this fic also has my fav oc (tomny) hehe. as the tags say, its a band fic/au, but i’ll spoil no more!

the making of the map by fox_pitch (completed, 79k words, wolfstar & jily): this is a shorter one, but its also rlyyy good. pretty sure this starts and ends in their sixth year, but as the title suggests, its how the marauders map come to exist! its also how wolfstar gets together and its very cute and wholesome. the ending is kinda ambiguous in the sense that it doesn’t give any hints as to if anything changes in this fic’s universe’s future, but id assume not.

choices by messermoon (completed, 624k words, jegulus, wolfstar & jily): i kinda assumed you wanted the “canon” ships (aka jily and wolfstar) but if you’re interested in jegulus (james potter/regulus black) then this one is prob for you. i personally haven’t finished this fic, but ik its a jegulus classic/canon, just like atyd is for jily (& wolfstar). this one follows james, and it doesn’t start on his first year i think. it has alternating povs as well! however, as the tags warn, it is canon compliant, aka reg dies in the end, so do w that what you will :,)

only the brave by solmussa (completed, 646k words, jegulus, wolfstar, dorlene, rosekiller & pandalily): this is another jegulus fic! it has started being considered a classic and if you read it, you’ll understand why. this also does not start from their first year, and this one also has alternating povs! i love the writing and just general concept/plot of this one; i don’t love jegulus but i was still HOOKED w this fic, so yes. its rly good. and as you can see w the tags, this is a happy ending (aka, reg lives)!!!!! mwah love those.

art heist, baby! by otrbs (completed, 219k words, jegulus, wolfstar, dorlene, alice/frank longbottom - idk their ship name): i also have not read this fic, but ive only heard good things about it (and some sobs but that’s what you get for “major character death” : ) )! i know the ending of it tho, and it is kinda sad, so prepare yourself. it is a muggle au, and they basically wanna pull an art heist? yup lets go w that simple explanation.

that’s it for now bahhaha, and its a LOT, so enjoy! if you want shorter ones, i also have some i can show you, and if you’ve read these, lmk if you like them! <3

OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH 🙏🙏🙏 Ur my savior bro. I'm abt to finish ATYD and I started reading The Making of the Map per your suggestion because it was short enough to download a pdf to read in class 💀💀 I really like both of them!! I need to psych myself up to read some of the 500k+ fics tho bc atyd took me so long 😭😭😭 I'll let you know how I find the rest of them ^^ TYY!!!

[fatuismooches]

its my birthday todayyyy

im not the biggest fan of my birthday, but i got some cool stuff i wanted

hope you have a great day until i come back with more idea's

-luv ya (5th jan)

AHH HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DEAR ANON!! MWAH MWAH BIG KITH LOVE YOU!! (I hope i didn't miss it, it's still January 5th over here but I know time zones are funny 💔) Congrats on your gifts and I hope your day was great as well!

[hotforharrysheart]

Permanent Love Part 1

“They’ll be here any minute, and when we tell them what we have planned it's gonna be a super rush. The girls and I wanna take Helen to shop tomorrow and visit the spa for nails and toes...and..."

"Baby, you can do this, take a deep breath," he runs his hand under your breast, "how's this feelin'?" You lay your head back on his shoulder, "It's good." He kisses down your neck and grinds his hips into your bum, "Show me again?"

"Harry! This’ll be the 5th time this morning!"

"Come on baby, wanna see my mark." You turn slightly and he pulls up your shirt to expose your newly inked skin. He leans forward and kisses the bee then traces his initials, "I love ya so much" he mumbles against your skin.

"Mmmm, Harry..." you moan as he works his way up to your nipple. He attaches his mouth and starts nibbling and the doorbell rings.

He sighs and leans his forehead to your collarbone. “Guess this’ll hafta wait,” he says pulling back and tugging your shirt down.

You sigh as his fingers graze your breast as he tugs your shirt down. “Ugh! If we just had 15 minutes…” you say, lip sticking out in a pout.

“Bu’ we don’, s’lets go,” he says, pulling away from you and going to the door and adjusting himself along the way. He was happy to see them, of course he was, but he’s cursing the timing. He smiles his most charming smile and opens the door to greet the Chapmans.

“Harry!” Helen gushes reaching for his face to kiss.

“Hey Helen, It’s nice ta see ya! Ya doin’ alrigh’?” he says as she kisses his cheeks.

“Harry.” Ron says shaking his hand and patting his back.

“How was ya flight?” Harry asks as he welcomes them into the foyer.

“It was beautiful,” Helen says looking around, “Where’s my sweet, sweet girl?”

“I’m here, I’m here,” you say coming into the room wiping your hands on a tea towel. Looking around you see your laptop is open to Hayley’s lingerie store, to a particularly, uh-hum, scandalous look, and you slap the top down quickly.

“Mwah, Mwah,” you kiss her cheeks and greet Ron with a hug.

Cal brings in their bags and nods as he backs out the door. “Thank Cal!” Harry hollars, “See ya tomorrow night, yeah?” Harry says with a smile. Cal has been invited to the surprise vow renewal you have planned for Ron and Helen. They’re here to celebrate their 45th anniversary and after Helen had casually told you and Harry they hadn’t really had a wedding ceremony all those years ago, you two had cooked up an opportunity for them to have a vow renewal ceremony out by the pool at sunset the day after the show. You and the girls had big plans for Helen including a new dress and some time at the spa and Harry had planned to take Ron out to get a new suit and visit Darren’s favorite cigar bar. Ron and Helen meant the world to you both, they took such good care of you at the pink cottage; it was time to give back to them, something special, something memorable and romantic. It was time for them to have not only a couple of nights at Harry’s, no, your’s and Harry’s (that will never feel normal) villa alone, but also time to give them a wedding ceremony for the books.

You let out a breath and squeeze Helen in a tight hug.

“I’ll take ya ta ya rooms an’ let ya settle in an’ then we can all go to a late lunch wi’ ma mum an’ her boyfriend, Darren. They’re anxious ta meet ya.”

“I’m so glad you’re both here,” you tell them squeezing their hands. “We’ve got some surprises planned,” you say, smiling slyly.

“Oh dear lord, we don’ need any surprises, love. We’re just happy ta be here wi’ you two an’ finally see Harry in action,” Helen tells you.

“I know but we wanted to. It’s your 45th anniversary and we want it to be special!” You tell them.

You follow along as Harry gives them a mini tour, enough that they’ll know their way around as Helen ooohhhhs and ahhhhhs.

“These are ya rooms. Hope ya’ll be comfortable here,” Harry says.

“It’s jus’ beautiful,” Helen says.

You can tell she’s overwhelmed.

“I’ll bring ya bags up. Let’s meet in tha living room at 1:30 pm. Sound good?”

They both nod and you and Harry go downstairs to get the bags. You lug them up the stairs and you both stop as you get to the door and you see Ron and Helen hugging. You look at each other and smile and then Harry knocks quietly on the door.

The Chapmans look over and smile. “Thank ya.”

You both beam back at them as Harry pulls the door shut.

He grabs your hand and pulls you to your bedroom. “We’ve got some time…time ta finish wha’ we started in tha kitchen,” he says, nuzzling his nose on yours.

“I’d like that,” you say smiling as he presses his lips to yours.

Up the stairs you make it to your room, “Mmmm, Harry…” you moan as he devours your lips.  

His mouth opens against your lips, “Fuck, open, Jezebel, lemme in,” he growls against your mouth as his arms skate around your back and down to your bum. “Mmm, fuckin’ wan’ ya, love.”

“Har…Har-ry…s..s.. slll…slow down, ya just had me….. ugh, god that feels good,” you half moan, half slur throwing you head back panting as he closes the door.

“Yeah, ‘m abou’ ta make ya feel real good,” he says stripping your shirt from you. “Off…off..” he says pushing down your shorts. “Wan’ ‘em off,” he says whispering in your ear. “I wan’ ya naked,” he says pulling back long enough to look at your expression. “Tha’ ok, Jezebel?”

You nod, licking your lips, panting with furrowed brows, “Yeah,” you mutter closing your eyes and rolling you head back while he noses your neck. You rip at his shirt frantically to get it off and then work your hands into his waistband, tearing at the button and zipper. All the while he strips your t-shirt up and you wiggle your body to help it slip over your head. Both of your hands reach for your waistband, pushing your shorts and panties down in one sweep. You kick your shorts to the side while you push at his waistband, his shorts fall on their own and then you hook your thumbs to peal his briefs off, his hard cock standing stiff to the side. You grab it feeling the warm pearls of cum on his tip.  “You want me, Harry?”

“In way’s I can’ describe,” he starts just as you fall to your knees.

Your eyes glaze over, your reasonable self, the you that says you should do more to entertain your guests, leaves and the needy, horny, seemingly sex-starved, craving woman takes over, “Wanna suck you off Harry…d’ya wanna cum in my mouth or want me to fuck ya with my mouth and let you finish in my pussy?”

“Jesus Christ, swee’heart, I don’ care… wha’ d’ya want?” he says panting heavily as you fall to the ground.

“I want this cock in my mouth, but I want your cum inside me, please…” you beg kissing the bee he just had inked on his hip. You can’t help the words that fall from you lips, “Honey…”

“Wha’ love, wha’?”

“No honey, my honey, but you have honey too, want your honey to fill me up,” you say kissing his shaft.

“Fuck,” he mutters through a clenched jaw as you feel the blood surge through the viens on his cock.

“Mmmm,” you moan taking him into your mouth. You try to be gentle, but the time for teasing is gone, you want to feel his hardness in your mouth, to know the sensation of his steel erection on your tongue. He’s losing control slowly, steadily…and you’re intent on pushing him there…that point where he leaves all decorum aside and just wants to take, take…from you, his safe place, the place he can let go…a place only you can provide for him.

You suck hard, hollowing your cheek and using your hands to take what you can’t fit in your mouth. Focused on your job you’ve closed your eyes, dedication and commitment on your face, dedicated to pushing him, committed to making this good for him.  “Baby, look at me.” He asks causing you to flutter your eyes open. You pop off and jack him with your fists to make sure the he doesn’t lose the sensation. You pout your lips out looking directly in his eyes and kiss the tip of his cock while he watches.

“No!” he says, grabbing your by your arms and pulling you up.  “No, don’ make me cum, Jezebel, get up on the bed, an’ do it now.”

You turn to crawl up on the bed, and he grabs your ankle, pulling you back, then he leans over you on the bed to whisper in your ear, “Stop! Fo’ fuck’s sake, stop, right there, stay like tha’, God dammit. Why do ya have ta push me…hmmm? Push me an’ then crawl away, flashin’ this wetness,” he says running his hand through your wet pussy from behind. “Ya know I wan’ this, ya gon’ ‘ave ta be quiet or they’ll hear. Can ya let me fuck ya an’ ya be quiet?”

You nod, panting and swallowing, your mouth watering. You’re beyond ready to fuck your man, ready for him to push in and pound.

You still and widen your legs, as he sits on his knees between your legs, his hands on your bum cheeks. He spreads you wide, pushing your chest down toward the bed. “Still wi’ me?” he asks checking on you. The gesture just turns you on more. He never fucks you like this without checking to make sure you’re with him all the way. This time you’re more than ready to be taken…to the edge.

“Yes!” you whisper-shout over your shoulder, you body trembling with desire.

“Oh, ma love,” he says slowly, his accent much thicker than usual, dripping with arousal, slurred with desire as he scratches his nails down your back.

You bow your back and shiver into his touch like a cat being petted for the first time.

“H, I…I’m wet…” you whisper pushing your hips out trying to show him how ready you are, “Please,” you plead.

He leans down and kisses the dimples above your bum and then down to your slick core. “Mmm… ma Jezebel…” he says placing an open mouth kiss on your swollen wide open lips.

He pulls back with a smack of his lips, licks them and then wipes the back of his hand on across his mouth.

“Got me all sticky, Jezebel.”

“Don’t make me wait any longer, please H, inside me, get inside me, I’m hurting, I’m aching…”

He smirks, “Yeah, where’s it hurt, love, ya wan’ me ta kiss it better or fuck it better?”

“Fuck me…fuck me please!” you whimper on a sob dropping your head down feeling tears fill your eyes.  

“I’m here, baby…Shhh, I’m never gonna leave ya,” he says positioning his cock at your drippy hole. “Here, feel tha’, see, ’m here…no’ gonna leave ya emp-ty…” on the last syllable he pushes in and then keeps pushing forward until he bottoms out deep inside you.

“AHHHH…,” you turn your head into the mattress to muffle your own noises, “mmmm,” you moan into the duvet feeling your hot breath penetrate the fabric and spread onto your face, just like the hot warmth you feel in your body as he penetrates you.

“Jesus Christ, baby, ya ok?” he says softly.

“Go, just go, Harry, go!” you murmur against the fabric.

“Shh, hold on, here we go,” he says pulling out and pushing back in. “S’ gonna be fast, babe…”

“Just go…,” you plead ready for the intensity, praying to god Ron and Helen have no clue.

“Mhmph, Mhmph, Mhmph,” he pumps three times, “Jesus, come on, Jezebel, gotta come wi’ me, s’ fast, Mhmph, so fast..”

“There, H, ri….ght there…don’t stop, don’t stop…I can’t stop it, I can’t stop it…”

“S’ok baby, come on, let it go, don’ stop it, let it go…”

Your hands twist and pull up the duvet…pull it to your mouth to stop the scream, but goddamn his cock feels so good.

“Jesus, jesus…” he says through gritted teeth just before he goes stiff, head thrown back, grimace on his beautiful face…only to relax into a look of bliss. He leans forward to kiss your spine just below your rib cage.

“My god, Jezebel,” he says draped over your body, both panting, “Are ya ok?”

You hum..a moan/hum after every exhale.

“Babe, ya ok?”

You giggle slightly, and hum again.

“Aww, love, come on, let’s get ya cleaned up, ya can’t stay in lovespace… god damn I wish ya could…Fuck!” he says shaking his head and kissing your shoulders, “Love it like this, but we gotta show up tanight, come on, baby,” he says turing you over and kissing your cheeks. “Gotta come back, angel…yeah… therrrrre ya are…love ya, God I love ya.”

“I love you too. S’it good?”

“Jesus Fuckin’ Christ love, was incredible….”

You sit quickly, “Helen! Oh my god, they’re here!”

He chuckles, “Umm, think they’re occupied, but, yeah, we need ta tell them abou’ our surprise.”

“My god Harry was I loud?” you say blushing furiously.

“Nah, I think we were quiet enough,” he says chuckling as he moves toward the en-suite. He warms a washcloth under the faucet and comes back to tenderly clean you. The way he places the cloth on his fingers then looks into your eyes while he washes the cum from both of you away. The intimacy of that act, something heart-felt and indescribable…secret, a moment you could never get enough of.

He tosses the washcloth in the laundry hamper, then helps you sit up next to him.  “As much as I wan’ ta cuddle ya, we’ve got guests, VIP guests, an’ I know ya wouldn’t miss sharing this surprise fo’ anythin’. Can I get a raincheck fo’ takin care of ya when ya like tha’ next time?”

You nod a bit bashfully.

“Yeah? Promise?” he says lifting your chin to angle his mouth over yours, “Love ya…love fuckin’ ya…love fuckin’ ya into our special place, mmmm”

“You better stop mister, or we’ll never make it outta this room…” you pull back, “ I think you should leave first,” you whisper like a teenager caught in your room with the door shut.

He actually snorts in laughter, “Don’ think we need ta worry abou’ tha’…pretty sure they know we fuck…” He chuckles again. “They know how we fuck too…they made our pink room…”

You smack him, “Harry!”

“Wha’!?”

You take a moment to think about it, “Well…” you say with a indignate chin, “I mean, we’ve never done that with them in the same house, an…an…and, oh my god, how rude are we!”

He finally convinces you to shake it off and you follow a very confident walking Harry out of the room on your tip toes only to find their room door still shut.

He turns to waggle his brows at you as you both work your way down the stairs toward the kitchen. You’ve only a couple of hours left before you have to show at the venue. Looking at your watch you begin to start the usual time countdown.

“You think they will be here in…” you begin just as Ron and Helen make their way down the stairs. You catch Ron grabbing Helen’s bottom and squeezing and her reaction simple a swat and a smile and Ron winking at her.

“We’re all unpacked,” Helen announces as they make their way to the kitchen, Ron with a smirky grin on his face, one that Harry recognizes quickly. “Thank ya fo’ lettin’ us stay a few nights, it’s such a nice celebration fo’ us. We haven’t had an opportunity ta travel, ta visit such beautiful places, this is such a treat. Thank you!”

You smile and your eyes well with tears. You feel so lucky to have found the Chapmans and so thrilled that you could do something nice for them.

Harry drapes his arm on your shoulder and you wrap yours around his waist and lean your head on his chest. He can tell your feeling emotional. “Listen, uh…we’re s’glad ya here an’ agreed ta share ya special day wi’ us.” He looks down at you and smiles before meeting their eyes again. “Ya mean a lot ta us an’ we wanted ta do somethin’ special fo’ ya. We, uh, well…we wan’ ta throw ya a vow renewal ceremony. We know ya didn’t have a big wedding 45 years ago an’ everyone deserves ta have a special day. It’s all set ta happen on Wednesday. We’re leavin’ on Thursday mornin’ an’ ya can stay here as long as ya wan’.”

Ron and Helen are gaping at you, mouths open, looking back and forth from you and each other. Helen finds her voice first, her hands going to get mouth. “Oh ma lord…I don’ know wha’ ta say! We never expected this…a wedding? A real wedding?”

You both nod, smiling.

“Oh Ron!” She exclaims hugging him to her. She pulls away from Ron and rushes to you and throws her arms around you. “Thank you,” she says against your ear. “My sweet, sweet girl.” She pulls back, cupping your face. She moves to hug Harry and squeeze him tight. Ron is still standing stock still, eyes glazed over with tears. He knows how important this is to Helen and he’s overwhelmed with gratitude.

You notice and take three steps and wrap your arms around him. You gasp as he squeezes you so tight you almost can’t breathe and then you hear a strangled cry and he’s sobbing.

Helen pulls away from Harry and comes over to  hug you both.

Just then the doorbell rings and Harry quietly says “excuse me” as he goes to open the door.

“Hi baby,” Anne says as she comes in, Darren following her, shaking his hand.

“Hi mum, Darren,” he says. “Everyone’s in the kitchen.”

Anne and Darren follow him to the kitchen and see you surrounded by the Chapmans.

Helen pulls back and wipes her eyes as she notices the new arrivals.

You pull back from Ron and he kisses your cheeks and wipes your eyes.

“Ron, Helen, I’d like ta introduce ma mum, Anne, an’ her boyfriend, Darren.”

Anne steps forward to shake their hands and Darren follows her lead. “I hope we didn’t come at a bad time,” Anne says.

“Uh, no! Not at t’all. We jus’ found out abou’ our lovely vow renewal surprise is all.” Helen says.

“Oh, well yes! We’re all so excited for you both,” Anne says smiling that smile that’s so like Harry’s it’s almost disconcerting.

You watch as Helen looks back and forth between mother and son.

Harry looks down at his watch and rubs his hands together. “Should we get goin’?”

Everyone nods and then you’re all piling into the extra large SUV and heading to the private restaurant you’d booked for dinner.

You twirl your cacio e Pepe on your fork and laugh at a story Anne is telling about Harry. You’re so pleased that everyone is getting along so well. You take a bite of pasta and smile as Harry leans over to kiss your temple.

After a delicious meal, Harry heads to the venue and you go back to the villa for a couple of hours with everyone else. Cal comes to pick you all up at 8:00 pm and you’re walking through the back doors of the venue by 8:20 pm and you lead your little group to the chairs at the side of the stage right in front of the pit.

Helen’s foot is shaking nervously she’s so excited for the show to start. When he finally comes on stage to thunderous applause, her eyes are like saucers.

By the time Golden starts, Ron and Helen are on their feet clapping along with everyone else. It was a great show, and as the last chords of Kiwi die down and Harry runs off the stage, Helen turns to you and hugs you tightly. “He’s amazing. Oh, my sweet girl. He’s amazing! Thank you!”

You hug her back. “You’re welcome.”

On the drive home, Helen couldn’t help having a few fangirling moment’s, the way she bonded with Anne was truly a beautiful thing to watch.  

You and Harry are snoodled in the up on the side of the bench seat in the limo and you can tell he’s tired.

“Honey, was a good show? You ok?” you say into the top of his head that’s rested on your shoulder.

“Yeah, just tired.”

“As soon as we get back…” you start to whisper.

“No, home, soon as we get home, ‘s our home here” he mumbles.

You smile with a lump in your throat, “Yeah, as soon as we ge home, you can rest, yeah?”

All the while Helen, Ron and Anne and Darren are talking, getting to know each other, happy to be together. That makes you feel a certain comfort you can’t explain, seeing them happily sharing a moment, while you and Harry rest with each other. To be honest you’re feeling some fleeting moments of wondering what this night would’ve been like if you were with your mum…would she be as happy as Helen…? Would she love Anne as much as you do…? You feel a longing for her…your mum…but you shove it back into your mind, something about her memory is too much for you to visualize. You shake your head…why is your mind going there… it’s old, old news…why does it hurt to think of her?...Shove, shove, shove the memories…today is about comforting Harry, planning for Ron and Helen, celebrating their love… not time for old memories.

Arriving at the villa, Anne and Darren and Ron and Helen make their way to their rooms. As much as you love the plans you have for Ron and Helen, the planning is last minute. It’s only going to be possible because you’re able to pull strings. Thankfully there’ll be a rack of dress options for Helen available at the spa…Anima e Corpo had been recommended so it was shut down for next day to make a home call for Helen’s special day. Torina Suits would be fitting Ron, and the boys had their bachelor plans for the morning. Although it was a small moment, you still had last minute messages from the caterer and florist, not to mention the priest, to respond to.

While Harry was in a hot shower, the ice baths he did at the venue were his sworn cure, but a nice hot shower after was a deep relaxation he loved so much. You brushed your hair out, washed your face and did your nightly routine, you opted for a “treat people with kindness” tank top and a comfy pair of white cotton panties as you crawled in bed.  Planning to do a little work for Ron and Helen’s ceremony the next day, you settled with your laptop.

Harry, wrapped in a towel, has answered a few messages when he turns to see you tucked up with the laptop to do some work.

“Nahh, babes, please… let it be, yeah?” he says crawling in bed. “’M so tired, jus’ wanna sleep…”

“Oomph” you puff as he crawls over and lays his head on your tummy.

“Stop…jus’…babe…can we jus’… sleep, please?” he says wrapping his arms around your bum. “Take…take these off, wanna feel ya.” He pulls at the waistband of your panties insistently, pulling them off your body. The entire time he’s smoothing his hands over your skin, “Yeah, jus’ like tha’… wanna feel ya…”

Sooner rather than later, you pushed your laptop to the side and he’s pulls you down to him, one hand cupping the breast where your new ink is, the other on your hip bone, pulling you close to his pelvis.

“Just wanna sleep…baby, we’ll figure out the rest in the morning, yeah?”

 You sigh and snuggle back into him and he slides his leg in between yours. “Ok, baby.”

“Jus’ wanna be close ta ya,” he says, lips pressing kisses against your neck.

You turn your head and he kisses your lips softly. “Go to sleep baby. I’m right here,” you tell him, your hand covering his on your skin and close your eyes allowing yourself to drift off. The last thing you remember is a picture of your mum and dad that was in your childhood home.

The beautiful Italian sun shines through the bedroom window. Once again you both forgot to close the darkening curtains. He lays tangled within himself, you behind him the big spoon to his little one. Your mind races with the day's activities. You need to make sure the florist is here in time to set up and the caterer got the meal and cake just right.

You untangle yourself, sit up crossing your legs, and grab your phone from the nightstand. Harry stirs as you flip through your messages, and rolls over moving his hand to rest on the thigh of your crossed legs almost as if he has to touch you even in his sleep.  

You smile down at him and then move back to your messages. Everyone is confirmed for the spa and is expected to be at the villa at 10 am. You puff out a sigh of relief. You grab your laptop and pull it onto your lap in an attempt to contact the Royal Palace caterer and florist and the photographer. Oh! And you need to make sure that Lambert has all of the girls’ dresses and the guys have suits. There’s so much to do! You’ve just finished sending off a message when Harry wakes up. He raises the hand on your leg and rubs it down his face.

You look down at the sight before you…his long lean body, tan skin against the crisp white sheets, arm muscles flexing as he rubs his face and back through his hair. Jesus…is this real life? Do I actually get to wake up to this? You think shaking your head.

He pulls his eyes to yours and smiles.

“You sleep good baby?” You ask him, your hand running through his curls.

“Yeah. Had ma Jezebel wi’ me, s’ yeah,” he says in his raspy morning voice.

“Wha’re ya doin, love?”

“Oh honey, I need to contact the Royal Palace caterer, and the florist...got so much to do..." you tell him softly.

“Can’ we get someone ta do tha’?"

“No because we decided to do this ourselves, remember? And you gave Luis the week off, remember?”

He sighs.

“Besides, H, I really want us to do this for them. They mean a lot to me.”

He pulls up to his elbows, hands rubbing down his face. “Look s’beautiful sittin’ there.”

"No, sir, don't start lookin' a me like that..."

“Like wha’? Lemma see wha’ ya workin' on," he says pulling the laptop towards him, only to roll over with it and set it on the bedside table.

“Harry, honestly! I have to do..." you break into giggles as he tickles your side. "Stop! Stop!!" you say giggling.

He goes still.

“What?" You ask, “you ok?"

“Yeah, baby, ‘m perfect, ya perfect...s’proud of ya...an’ lemme say, those glasses...bookworm Jezebel in ma bed,” he says and stops to place kisses on your thigh, "smell s’good..."

Smiling, you reach to take your glasses off.

“No, Jezebel, leave 'em..." he says pushing up onto his elbows fingering the bottom of the tank top that’s ridden up to your waist leaving you bare from the waist down. His large hands push your tank up over your tummy and up past your breasts. He moves in front of you and slowly pulls the tank top off, pushing you onto your back. His hands slide to your knees and he pushes your legs up but still keeping them crisscrossed and licks a stripe up your slit causing you to cry out. He meets your eyes through the little space through your legs. “Gotta be quiet , baby. Wanna eat ma honey bu’ we have company,” he says, smirking as he bends his head to you again, maintaining eye contact. He pulls back. “Baby show me ma bee...s'it feeling better...or s'it still a little sore? Show me."

You pull your breast up and run your fingers over your ink. “No, it feels good.”

“Still can’ believe ya did tha’ fo’ me.”

You blush. “I’m yours, baby.”

He groans. “Gonna eat ma honey now,” he says as he moves his hands to your crossed legs and he pushes them up and licks a hard stripe up your slit.

Your head falls back and you bite the back of your hand to stifle your noises.

“Eyes on me, Jezebel. Wan’ ya ta watch.”

You pull your eyes back to his, looking through your legs to see his face.

He suctions his mouth to your clit, tongue fluttering against your nerves and you’re already panting. When he moves his other hand to your dripping entrance and slides his middle and ring finger in, curling them to your hit your spot, your back arches and you whisper shout out his name.

He pops off. “Cum fo’ me. Wan’ ma honey, Jezebel.”

You feel another gush of wetness at his words.

He suctions back onto your clit, fingers rhythmically moving against your spot.

You can feel your orgasm coiling in your belly and you watch as he looks up at you from under his lashes. You can see the lust and desire in his eyes.

He moves his fingers against your spot a little harder and that’s what pushes you over.

“I…ahhhh…mmm…cumming!” Your back arches as you cum for him, your walls pulsing hard around his fingers, your hands fisting the sheets.

“Tha’s my girl…wan’ ya so much,” he mutters scrambling up to place both knees on either side close to your bum.  He slides his hand down your crossed leg to hold your ankle. “Ya ok like this?” he asks thumb rubbing across the top of your foot.

You look down at your crisscrossed legs bent forward on your tummy, the back of your thighs and legs tucked against his lower abdomen. You can feel his cock nestled against the lips of your wet cunt. You look up at him, nod and pant out, “Yeah, it’s good, can ya get inside like this?”

He smirks a smile with a deep dimple. “Oh yeah, love… can take ya jus’ fine this way,” he says looking down to where his cock rests. His eyes find yours, “Ready?”

You smile and pull off your readers tossing them to the side, “Please….”

He pulls back slightly lining up his cock, meeting your eyes, “Love ya s’much,” then leans forward slowly thrusting in pushing your crossed and folded legs forward as he braces one hand on the bed and the other against the headboard.

The way his weight is resting on you creates an amazing angle and puts him deep, deep inside you. You push your head back into the pillow, eyes squeezed tightly as a sharp inhale and exhale leaves your body.

“Fuckin’ love tha’….never gets old…tha’ first push in…you’re special purr…s’all fo’ me, innit?”

You bite the back of your hand and nod vigorously unable to speak a word at the moment.

“’M so deep, s’it feel ok, Jezebel?”

“Oh my god, yes, H.” you let out a soft, yet high-pitched squeal. “Feels amazing,” you groan out cupping your breasts and brushing your thumbs over your hard nipples.

“Mmmm, yeah… nipples are so hard, those are my tits, baby, pinch ‘em like I do.” He leans down to place a kiss to your lips, his arm stretched as it’s perched on the velvet headboard for leverage. Against your lips, “pinch ‘em hard, pretend its my teeth while I fuck ya.” He pulls out just slightly and pushes in deep and swivels his hips like he’s tryna grind his fuck into you. He does it again and again. His tummy pressing into your folded legs between you. This isn’t a pounding style fuck, more like a deep, grinding fuck you can feel deep in your soul. His pelvic bone and pubic hair are stimulating your clit and the ridges of his cock are sliding against your g-spot. His spot. God, you love that he claimed the most intimate parts of your body for himself. He might as well, god knows he owns you body.

You cry out against his lips, “Shh, Jezebel, gotta be quiet, we have a house fullof guests.”

“I know, I know,” you pant out, “Tryna be…it’s just…it’s just….”

“S’good like this, hmm? Can feel ya clampin’ down on me…oh baby, please tell me ya gon’ cum like this…fuck!” His balls are drawing up…he’s not gonna be able to hold on much longer. “Touch yourself, show me….”

Maintaining eye contact, you reach down through the opening between your crossed legs and first, place your palm on his pelvis. Your palm feels the taunt area just above his cock, so much blood rushed to the area it’s hard and even harder as you feel the base of his cock against the side of your thumb. He pulls out slightly between your positioned thumb and fingers. “So hard, Harry…” you whisper.

He looks down to where your hand is, “Yeah, m’hard an’ ya so wet,” he says pushing in deep catching your fingers as he swivels and grinds.

You raise your head to look down, “Got me spread wide open…Ah-ha-hahh! Right there! Yes! Right there!”

“Darlin’…Shhh! Aww Fuck It!” he says in a I-give-up tone. “I can’t…I can’t hold on…gonna cum…AHH! With me…cum with me!

“Har-ry…” you whisper shout against the back of your hand as the orgasm overtakes your body. You’re so wound up and his hand on your ankle is a now a grip as your toes curl with the contractions that come in waves. You’ve bit your bottom lip so hard you think you might draw blood. Looking at his face contorted in such absolute pleasure makes the orgasm just go on longer.

His hair is flopped down into his eye, he’s stiff and shaking with your contractions. “OH. MY. GOD. Baby…” he’s trying to catch his breath. “Jesus, Jezebel…” he murmurs falling forward curled over your crossed legs.

You groan slightly at his weight. “Hang on angel,” he says finding the strength to pull back just a little. His hand is still pushed against the headboard and you can’t help but admire the flex of his bicep and the beauty of his underarm, you lean up and kiss his tricep. He pulls back and sits on his knees, holding your legs up on your tummy. He looks up at you as he slowly pulls out. “Good?”

You nod with a soft smile.

“Show me it…push it out.”

You put your hand down to touch the side of his thigh and whisper, “Jesus H, you’re so filthy.” He nods as you push your mixed cum from your body feeling it drip down.

He catches it with is finger and pushes it back inside you, only to have small dribbles leak out. He’s in a trance like state looking at it and unconsciously runs a finger tip up from your bottom across your tight rosette to your wet pussy. The sensation causes startles you, causing you to flex. Harry rolls his eyes up to you and he cocks his head to one side. “Good…or…no?”

“Unexpected…” you whisper, “But…better than I expected…”

“Fuckin’ love seein’ our cum in ya…,” he says unfolding your legs and settling between them, down on his elbows, his thumbs rubbing your jaw.

He holds your stare, searching your eyes and opens his mouth, then closes it again, letting out an exhale.

“What, honey?” you ask sensing he’s got something on his mind.

“Have you ever…down there…,” he says pulling his head back, taking a deep breath.

“No… I mean, this guy I went out with in year two of Uni, tried slipping down there a couple of times, like I wouldn’t notice or something,” you say rolling your eyes.

“Fuckin’ bastard, motherfucker…!” He says frustratedly and buries his head in your neck. “God! Dammit!” he huffs out a breath.

“Was it tha’ fucker, ya brought ta Mum’s on Boxing Day…swear ta Christ…”

You run your hand down his back and chuckle, “It’s fine, Harry, he didn’t…hey, look at me,” you demand pushing his head up with your shoulder. “I mean, have you?”

He shakes his head, “No…no’ at all.”

“Does that interest you?” you ask in return.

“I mean, wha’ d’ya think abou’ it?”

“I don’t think I wanna be penetrated with your monster down there, but I’m curious about the feeling…it’s more sensitive than I thought it would be.” He closes his eyes, “Harry, talk to me, what’s on your mind?”

“When we were in Amsterdam an’ we met back wi’ you and Sarah at tha’ shop, they had this little chrome…ya know, plug… with a heart shaped base an’,” he buries his head back into your neck, but you push him back to meet your eyes, “jus’ wondered wha’ it would feel like fo’ us ta fuck…wi’ it there.”

“I mean…I’m not opposed to it, you’ve always been gentle with me, H… so tender and I trust you with my body…trust you with our play…with our sex. I love you, I love what we do in bed.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, don’t think I wanna fuck that way, I mean I dunno, but I…” you look to the side shyly.

He turns his head at an awkward angle so he can meet your eyes, “No, Jezebel, don’ go shy on me, not abou’ this, yeah?”

“I…I…I can’t say I’m not I’m curious about it, do you think that makes me…”

“Doesn’t make ya anythin’, darlin’. ‘Cept mine… makes ya mine, mine ta share these thin’s wi’, yeah? An’ we can go slow, promise I’ll be gentle…”

You stare hard into his eyes, “I don’t worry about you hurting me, OK…,” you lean up to capture his lips, “I love what we do and I love tha’ it’s always special and it’s ours…s’ours and no one elses.”

“I’m so in love wi’ ya, know tha’?”

“I know, honey. Wanna stay in bed with you all day right now… soo wanna make love all day…” you whisper as he kisses your neck and shoulder, “But we gotta finish planning this ceremony.”

He jerks his head back. “Yeah, we have a wedding ceremony to plan…an’ god knows I wanna get better at tha’,” he deadpans staring deep.

You return his stare slightly perplexed, but brushing off his innuendo as something you’re reading into, “Yeah, we should finish up.”

He cleans you up and you task him with contacting Lambert and the photographer while you deal with the hotel caterer and florist. After forty-five minutes of back and forth and a near disaster with the cake, everything is confirmed for 6:00 pm and you both let out a relieved puff of air.

“Tha’ was fuckin’ stressful,” he says as he tosses his phone to the end of the bed.

You nod. “An’ this was a small do…I can’t even imagine wha’ it’s like planning a big do!”

He bites his lip. “Would ya wanna do it or would ya get a event planner?”

You’re distracted on the laptop because you’re responding to a follow up question from the caterer. “I’d like to be involved but not down in the weeds. It’s too much!”

He nods thoughtfully. “Jus’ know tha’ when it’s our turn ta plan a wedding, I’ll help ya in whatever way ya need me ta.”

You’re still responding to the caterer and aren’t sure you heard that right. “Wait…what? What wedding?”

He laughs his breathy little laugh and grabs your phone so you’re not distracted. “Ours. When we do this, I’ll help ya as much as ya wan’ me ta. I’ll hire as many people as we need. I’ll,” he gulps, “I’ll do whatever I can ta make sure ya not stressed an’ tha’ we have everythin’ we wan’.”

Tears well in your eyes. “Really?”

He moves so he’s in front of you and pulls you in his arms. “Really.”

“I love you.”

He kisses your ear. “Love ya too. We should get ready. Everyone’ll be here in a bit,” he says, getting up and pulling you with him.

“Ok,” you say as a tear slides down your face.

You put comfy clothes on and skip hair and makeup since you’re getting that done and head downstairs to the kitchen and put on the kettle and the coffee. You’ve just put the toast in the toaster when Ron and Helen step in the room with Harry right behind them.

“Guess who I found in the hallway?” Harry says giggling and pointing to the Chapmans.

“Hmmmm…imagine that,” you say giggling. “Who wants tea?”

“I’d like tea. Ron would prefer coffee,” Helen says.

“Coming right up. Toast ok?” You ask them and they all nod.

“I’m so sorry…good morning you two!” You say moving around the counter to kiss them both.

They both chuckle and kiss your cheeks.

“Sit down and I’ll bring everything over,” you tell them.

Harry just smiles as he moves to the counter and takes the coffee pot and creamer from your hands and bringing it to the table. You place four mugs on the table and he grabs two of them while you put tea bags in the other two and pour the boiling water.

He slips behind you and grabs the toast and plates bringing them to the table.

You smile. “Thank you,” you tell him as he grabs the butter dish and you move to the table with the tea.

You place your hands together at the table, and lean forward, excited to talk to them about the day’s activities. “So, I realize it’s just your first day here, but we have a kinda busy schedule planned in order to get ready for your renewal ceremony tonight. Luckily, we have the courtyard of the Royal Palace reserved and the staff there have been amazing to get everything taken care of,” you smile and lean in further with excitement, “They have a Michelin star chef who has prepared a menu with a beef, chicken and fish option and a homemade pasta with different sauces to choose from. The pastry chef is making you a beautiful cake, and they have a florist they do business with who will get the tables and trees dressed with flowers and ivy and little twinkle lights.” You glance over to Harry who is looking at you with sweetest smile, dimple on full display. You reach up and rub your chin thinking maybe you have toast crumbs or butter or something there. “What?” you ask with a smile.

He slips his hand onto your thigh and rubs slightly, “Nothing…ya jus’ cute s’all.”

You look up and Ron is smirking as he slides his arm across the back of Helen’s chair. Helen looks over at him and smiles. “I can’t believe you two are doing this for us, it’s so special,” she says not taking her eyes off her lover of forty-five years. “Oh, Ronnie, an Italian wedding…,” she says a little overwhelmed.

Ron just rubs his hand across her neck, “I know, baby, it’s pretty amazing.”

“The sun should be going down about the time you say, ‘I do’, so it we have candles planned to keep the light and then we can all sit down for a nice meal together and then some dancing,” you clap your hands, “I love a great party! And I cannot imagine celebrating two more deserving people. We love you both so much,” you say glassy eyed. “Ok no crying yet,” you say shaking your head. “We, Miss Helen, have a spa visit to get to and, you, Mr. Ron, need to get a suit.”

“As long as Harry doesn’t pick it out, I’m fine with getting a suit.” Ron deadpans.

You all look at each other and burst into laughter.

In a flurry of people and cars, you’re finally on your way to the spa with Harry and the men folk heading to get a suit and a stop at the cigar bar.

You’ve been massaged, wrapped in clay, had a facial, nails and toes done and a light lunch has been served and eaten. After everyone’s through you tell Helen, “I have one final surprise for you before we meet up with the boys.”

Helen’s eyes well up with tears. “You’ve done s’much already, my sweet girl. I don’ know how much else there is ta do!”

You smile and lean over to hug her. “You can’t get married without a wedding dress,” you say as Ny wheels in a rack of gowns.

Helen’s hands fly to her mouth and she looks at you, eyes wide in shock.

You grab her hand. “C’mon, let’s pick your wedding dress!”

She follows you to the rack and you can tell she’s still gobsmacked.

You pull out each gown and show it to her.

Her hands are shaking as she fingers the material of each gown.

You get to the end of the selections, “what do you think?”

“I…uh…they’re all s’beautiful, I don’ know,” Helen says, overwhelmed.

You smile softly. “I know this is a lot, but just try and focus and pick the one you like best and we’ll try it on.”

“Ok,” she says squeezing your hand. She goes back through the dresses and stops in the middle of the rack, pulling out a beautiful antique white all lace dress with sheer sleeves and a beautiful train. The skirt flares at the bottom in a very subtle mermaid shape ad there’s a gorgeous jeweled belt that cinches the waist.

“It’s beautiful, Helen. Let’s go over here and we’ll try it on.”

The spa set up a changing room with a bridal pedestal and a three way mirror for you.

Helen gets undressed and you help her into the dress and zip it up.

“Close your eyes,” you tell her. You grab the veil from the hook on the wall, gently tuck the veil on the back of her head, and wave frantically in the doorway for all of the girls to come and see. You smile. “Open your eyes.”

You watch as she opens her eyes and you both look at her reflection.

Her hands fly to her mouth again and tears roll down her cheeks.

Anne grabs a tissue and gives it to you and you hand it to Helen quickly.

She wipes her eyes and looks from the mirror back to you.

“You look so beautiful. A perfect bride.” All the girls nod behind you.

“Wha’ did I ever do ta deserve ya?” Helen says, kissing both of your cheeks. “Thank you, my sweet girl. Never though’ I’d have a daughter at this stage of my life bu’ here ya are.”

You hug her and pull back and grab her and Anne’s hands squeezing them tightly. “I couldn’t ask for two better surrogate mothers.”

“This is the dress. It’s more than I ever could’ve hoped fo’,” Helen says. She kisses your cheeks again. “Someday you’ll tell me abou’ your parents, won’ ya?”

Tears stream down your face. “I will. One day. Promise.”

[rinqueen6]

The most confusing love story but gay | Rin (the streamer) x Abigail x Chaem

a/n: this is one of the four fanfictions written by yours truly and @oflethe during my community day stream (on June 5th, 2023, using the game frantic fanfic)

summary: abigail travels to the world of coral island to find her wife, rin (the streamer) with another lover

warnings: no editing in sight, the plot literally makes no sense but at least it’s gay

(each time there is a “-” there is a switched writer; it starts with me)

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"What are you doing here?"

It was not what Abigail wanted to hear.

She looked at Rin (the streamer) with a frown. "I came here, to Coral Island, for you! Are you not happy to see me?"

Rin rushed over, another person behind her. "I am so happy to see you! I was just worried." -------------------- "Worried?"

"Rin (The Streamer)? How do you know Abby?"

Abby? Rin looked at her spouses. She didn't knew thwy knew each otheer. They lived happily. Gay rig -------------------- hts. Wait, she just passed out. The thoughts in her mind were incoherent.

Now, Rin and another person stood above her.

"Abby, this is Chaem. My coral island wife."

"Nice to meet you," Chaem said, putting otu a hand to lift Abby. They all stood together on the coral island beach, the sunkissed air brushing against their skin.

"So, I guess we're all in love?" Abby said, her eyes turning into hearts at the sight of her two partners. "That we are." mwah mwah kissing happiness gay rights

[soukeyed]

01 matel gear 02 otasune strangeboss and/or whoever u want 03 Talk about my bff Strangelove please. and/or whoever

METAL GEAR WOOO WOOOOO

Favorite character: STRANGELOVE !! OR THE BOSS. OR OTACON . OR SNAKE. or emma or meryl or eva um theres a few

Least Favorite character: ummm ummmmm ummmmmmmmm. huey obviously lol. also mgs4 naomi specifically mgs4 ... sorry girl im so sorry. also senator armstrong/sundowner/monsoon/whoever tf else is part of the rising guys im just sick of seeing their ugly faces

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): STRANGEBOSS NUMBER ONE FOREVER YEAAH. otasune number 2 obviously :) umm fortune and olga is pretty cute ... bosseva as well .. i cant fucking think of a 5th help. meiryl? also i like bosselot but specifically for how stupid fucked up they are

Character I find most attractive: the boss strangelove eva (specifically big mama) or mgs4 meryl :P

Character I would marry: MERYL !1 GIRLFRIEND FOR ME NOW itd be the boss or strangelove but i would never break them up like that.

Character I would be best friends with: STRANGELOVE !! together we will kill huey mwah. or para medic even if she is insane we will watch movies together. slay

a random thought: i think about that post about otacon being the one to carry out the boss' will without even knowing every single day. Oh my god. wauh. ok hang on one second i found it. AUHHH

An unpopular opinion: rising mid as fuck and the fans make me hate it. also i um. dont really care a lot for bb and the bb focused games sorry. like i get the point and mgsv's visuals+gameplay do slay but bb as a character i didnt really find myself invested in a lot and the weird hero worship some of the fandom has for him does NOT help LOL. like the people around him (ocelot eva miller eli etc) were way more interesting . also EVEN MORE unpopular opinion as a result of this ... mgs3 isnt really all that for me and even though its objectively pretty shit mgs4 is one of my favourites (behind mgs1 and ghost babel)

My Canon OTP: STRANGEBOSS !!!!!!! THANKS FOR THE LESBIANS KOJIMA!!!!

My Non-canon OTP: calling otasune noncanon feels so sickening but i need to face reality. so otasune

Most Badass Character: Hrmm. hrmmmmm. ok its a bit out there but otacon. after the shitty childhood that he came out of pretty um.. (gestures at the whole making a nuclear weapon thing) convinced he/his family was cursed etc etc. forming philanthropy, adopting sunny, basically ending the cycle that his grandfather and father started+perpetuated and fulfilling the boss' will :) just makes me happy. hes great. also he got to marry solid snake at the end of it all so like slay? like hes not badass in the usual sense of the word but his character development and evolution is incredibly badass to me. next step: therapy

Most Epic Villain: i dont think you can call a lot of them epic on account of every mgs villain being goofy as fuck. BUT. liquid ocelot as a villain in what was (supposed to be) the conclusion of the entire series was pretty fucking awesome though

Pairing I am not a fan of: pbbb. umm. i dont really care for snake/fox im way more emotionally invested in fox/gustava personally (still upset she didnt get mentioned in mgs!!!!!!!!! RAHH.) also johnny/meryl was so out of nowhere i still do not understand it like its funny as fuck but JOHNNY??? IT SHOULD BE ME WITH MERYL!!1 ME !!!!!!!

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): arhg. raiden. i mean gestures at rising. this could also count as unpopular opinion but i preferred him as inexperienced and a little stupid i mean even then the direction they were going in in mgs4 was pretty good with him being jaded and feeling alone. and then rising was just. huah ?!?! what ?!?!?!? also. um. ok naomi. mgs1 naomi was so so fucking good ok her speech at the end slays i loved everything about her can you imagine my shock and dismay at her doing all THAT in mgs4 ?!?!? like i could write a 50 page essay on how it fucks up her (and otacons LOL) entire character development ALSO WHY WAS FOX LIKE NEVER MENTIONED DESPITE THEM LITERALLY GOING BACK TO THE PLACE WHERE HE DIED BTW I THOUGHT SHED HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY ABOUT THAT. but honestly just the thing i hate about it all most is at the end of it all shes framed as like.. the hero. using emma+sunnys code to save da world or whatever and i guess maybe that speech was supposed to reflect her mgs1 speech but it just doesnt work when mgs4 didnt give her half of that nuance. her morals are still so ??? to me, her and vamp was such a WEIRD choice, her and otacon was um. ok look i know the writers 100% didnt mean to portray otacons csa as that at all but like it is ... anyway having a csa victim be once again manipulated via sex and not really talk about it was just ?!??!! guys ?!?!? anyway AGAIN if all of that was portrayed as nuanced as it should have been. like naomi doing what she had to to save the world and struggling w her own morals. which it IS but we learn this only in that fuckign speech for like 1 line. like its jut bad. ok to end this half the women in mgs were done horrifically but we all know that. sorry for the wall of text i love you

Favourite Friendship: SNAKE AND MERYL funny as fuck whenever she insults him in mgs4 like deserve. sorry snake. ok no WOAH though i just loved mgs4 meryl entirely even though she definitely couldve been written a bit better, like her talking about how she used to admire snake so much and now hes just BITTER and OLD like ohhh its so slay. like i dont know if you could even call it a friendship but the way they clash entirely and debatably the only place where they can agree on things and work together is in the context of the battlefield ITS SO GOOD

Character I most identify with: otacon D:

Character I wish I could be: similar to utena NONE i would not put myself through that.

AGAIN REST UNDER THE READMORE GO!

otasune time

002 | Send me a ship and I will tell you:

When I started shipping them: again i was aware of them before the games because (points at dmitri) so i guess like always

My thoughts: GRAHH. the way theyre like all but canon like kojima just say the word. that cigarette lighting scene in mgs4 WHEW. like the way they invented love its just crazy to me like really. theyre everything to me.

What makes me happy about them: everything :) the way theyve both grown as people over the years... i already talked about otacons character development but SNAKE TOO!! him finally letting people in .. finding a place for himself OUTSIDE of the battlefield .... its all so WAUGHH. like they just work off of eachother so well. love wins. gay marriage. slay. bursts into tears

What makes me sad about them: mgs4 that is all. they had so little time together. i spend half the time watching the game yelling ITS NOT FAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ITS NOT FAIR

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: umm i dont read a lot of fic to be honest so i guess standard fanfic complaints. also more of you should write about mgs4 there is so much untapped potential.

Things I look for in fanfic: again. WRITE ABOUT MGS4.

My wishlist: MGS4 OTASUNE !!!!!!!!!!!! BECOMES A WEREWOFL.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: sorry they are simply endgame to me.. i cant think of anyone LOL

My happily ever after for them: snake gets cured post-mgs4! how i dont care he just is. gay marriage becomes real. together they raise sunny and grow old together and everything is peace and love on planet earth :) god bless

STRANGEBOSS TIME!

002 | Send me a ship and I will tell you:

When I started shipping them: ok not until i actually got around to pw! dmitri you mentioned a few times but i didnt realise until then to be honest

My thoughts: AGAHRHGHGHGHGHGHGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. GOD. GOD. lesbianism. women. they are genuinely just everything to me. how can a relationship be so fucking powerful and tragic when you only ever hear about it from one side. Oh my god. AUH.

What makes me happy about them: canon lesbians in my metal gear games in the fuckass 2010s :) ok no but the way strangelove talks about the boss with such open earnest love. like i just. wauh. listening to her tapes is just. WAUH.

What makes me sad about them: i mean everything. as strangelove said they were just ships passing in the night :( THEY SHOULDVE HAD MORE TIME !!!!!!!!!!!

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: again dont read fanfic a lot but ive checked and theres not a whole lot for them at all anyway LOL

Things I look for in fanfic: any strangeboss fic to begin with would be nice. if you have recs give them to me. i'll cry

My wishlist: umm.. again more content of them in general. konami youre shit the least you could do is make a strangeboss spinoff.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: umm idk considering they both die LOL. bosseva is a fun ship but honestly i dont think strangelove ever really got over it so i cant see her with anyone else in a serious relationship

My happily ever after for them: isnt it crazy how they both managed to fake their deaths and now live happily in some random country away from the horrors of war? like woah!

STRANGELOVE TIME!

003 | Give me a character & I will tell you:

How I feel about this character: man what dont i feel about her. shes amazing. shes bitter shes heartbroken shes dramatic as fuck and shes a badass. like its tragic but tell me creating a whole ass ai based off your dead girlfriend in the fucking 70s isnt slay as fuck? women in stem strong!

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: THE BOSSSSS. as i said b4 i dont really see her with anyone else tbh

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: ok yeah there .. isnt a lot. i wish her terrible and awkward relationship with bb had been explored more though like the way she just HATES him at the start is amazing.

My unpopular opinion about this character: uhh.. yeah idk shes not really talked about enough for me to know if any of my opinions ARE unpopular lol. a shocking amount of people see strangeboss as unrequited so i guess my unpopular opinion is that they were definitely both in love LOL

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: just give her more relationships tbh... i already talked about bb but like do you think she knew ocelot was the boss' son ... what did she think of him shed probably dislike him for doing the complete opposite of the boss' will (though in the end he does help take down the patriots so liiike?) ... i would pay millions of dollars for them to interact it would be atrocious. in general i wish shed been given just a little more depth outside of the boss (like give me more about how she grew up!!! what kind of mother was she to otacon!!! and ps i wish hed spoken about her even though ik she wasnt even a thing before the solid snake era wrapped up) though ig that was the point considering she was so consumed with grief... but yk. shrugs.

Favorite friendship for this character: again idk. GIVE HER MORE FRIENDS.

My crossover ship: again i dont do crossovers. SHRUGS!!

[barmadumet]

i want to thank you for the wonderful updates in "Streets of Gold", at first I thought of it was just a de-aged fic, but the reveal is MWAH, I DIDN'T SEE IT COMING.

also yaaaaasss to Fives and little Obi teaming up against PPT, just as Dooku and Maul (our men came to realize they are just pawns in PPT's games) kinda did, I hope Fives can make it out this time qwq

and i can't wait... if the de-age (heh) effect is gone, will Ani be able to bond with his Obi (um) just like with little Obi lol

thank you for the treat, and take care ;)

love your pics of the figurines and the plushies doing cute festive things uwu

I’m so happy to hear from you!! And I’m excited you were surprised by the reveal 😃

Obi-Wan is so pure. He loves Fives and Padmé, and he really can’t stand Palps 😂

Yep. Maul has had ENOUGH - like the rest of us lol.

I can’t wait either! I’m so eager to share more of this story with you ❤️ I won’t give anything away, but good things will happen for everyone!!!

Awww 🥹 You are so welcome! I am extremely grateful to have you as a reader and I really appreciate the ask 😘

I am having a lot of fun posing my obikin figures and plushies!! My Christmas setup is almost ready to go! I will post pics of my 5th photo session soon.

Thank you so much for your love and support ❤️ I am THRILLED to know you are enjoying my obikin content, as I am obviously very passionate about it lol.

💖💕💝

[taechnological]

HAPPY 5TH YEARS ON TUMBLR SAE!!! 🥰🥳🫰🏼thank you for being the most amazing and the bestest person here ❤️‍🔥 Hope you are doing well and everyone too 🥰 send love, positivity and good things to everyone 💕

Take care 👑

- 🌻 anon

SUNFLOWER ANON HIIII ^^ ♡ thank u so much!!! you're so sweet with your kind words 🥺💖 i hope you're doing well too!! mwah ♡

[munku-collar]

May 8th(Zach’s last Tugger) Show positivies!!!! And negatives, because there weren’t many this night! This one is long af lmfao

This being Zach’s last show definitely added something incredibly special to this performance. I’m not really a tugger stan or anything but it was very emotional nonetheless to see him up there and know he was doing it all for the last time, and of course, he did it wonderfully. 

This being my second show, I put to bed my previous expectations and worked with what this production had to offer, and it made it more enjoyable. However you could TELL it was Zach’s last show, because everyone put in more effort. The issues I had with the singing went away because everyone went more classical. The dancing was on point, a lot crisper, and I think the band played a little louder than the night before. 

My seats were perfect for this show. I was dead center second row, and let me tell you it really fucking hits different from that spot. The 5th row right orchestra wasn’t horrible, it was really great sitting there, but THESE seats changed the game entirely. Everything feels so much more real. It feels like they’re there FOR YOU. I mentioned that I got so many bits of eye contact or little interactions during this show, and I think me being in costume boosted their enthusiasm a little bit too. Because I definitely smiled like a dumbass most of the show or did tiny versions of the familiar choreo bits in my seat. I cried a lot more during this show, and it’s probably a combination of reasons spanning from the view I had to knowing that I’d have to go home after this and not get to see it again and everything in between. 

Night 2 nickustrap my beloved,,, that’s a tom I recognize. that’s Almost my husband!! And this time I actually got to see munk and deme cuddling during the ball! I couldn’t see it the first show, but here I got to watch and that was very 😭😭😭 god i wish that were me. He held the note on “he sits in the sun” in Old Deut longer this night than the first night and god did I appreciate it. Let me revel in that!! and that 3 mins of eye contact MWAH that was real nice. i got the briefest smile during that too. love to see it. im love you. I already said the singing this show was mwah but let me tell you I got chills so many times this night. 

Chelsea’s solo during Macavity had me shaking in my gay boots I wish I could replay it over and over. John’s Gus is SO SO SO good he’s really the MVP of the show. His voice is so powerful!! You can really see what experience does for a person. I cried through most of theatre cat this time lol. Tayler really took her time singing Memory too. The build up to the climax was sensational, and from where I was sitting it was the perfect view. I literally had her standing above me with the moon right behind her for that. Unforgettable. Just thinking about it makes me start tearing up again. It really feels like you’re watching the movie when you sit there. And sometimes it feels like you’re part of it. For the Ad-dressing of Cats especially. You have to look up at Deut and so even though you’re not on the stage it still feels like you’re there. That hit so fucking hard, and extra because I was in costume ofc. Like I def had my jellicle moment. Now that it’s all over I’m VERY emotionally damaged lmfao I miss my tribe!!! 

I mentioned that everyone loved my costume, so let’s talk about the wonderful couple that sat next to me who especially loved it. 

I ADORED that lady she was so friendly and kind, and her husband was too. She said she’d seen the show on Bway in the 80s and hadn’t seen it for a long time. She never quite understood Cats but she loved it anyway. During intermission she looked at me and asked “So what IS a jellicle cat?” and I chatted a bit about it and I also explained the story to the people sitting behind us lol. I got to give a few facts about the show and the whole process and she was so happy to listen and learn more about it. She was having such a good time. She started crying during Memory and didn’t stop, and right after Griz was taken to the Heaviside layer she looked over at me with these big sad eyes and was like “I can’t stop (crying)” and I was like “I know <3″ so getting so sit next to someone and watching the show impact them as much as it does me was really special. After it was over she said she was glad she sat next to me and that was <3<3<3

I really got a lot more hype during this show because I was less tired on top of all the extra hubub about this show in particular. If it were up to me I would’ve cheered literally like every 2 minutes whenever something happened but I held it in lmfao. I started getting so frenzied during Misto’s number lmfao. The light tricks in that are fucking insane. I’m a lighting stan. Lighting team MVP. Also this time around I could focus on different bits or keep an eye out for something I wanted to see again. Vinny’s Alonzo is mwah mwah I got to look at him a lot more this time and he’s so fucking cute I just wanna dksjbgksjbdgsdg bro made me feral lmfao. Sean’s Tumble is amazing his acting is effortless and endearing which is so impressive given his anxiety struggles. And god those flips. Thank god I was there though because if I didn’t cheer every time someone did an insane acrobatic move nobody else would have cheered. I led at least 4 full crowd responses throughout the two shows I saw. LIKE COME ON PEOPLE SHOW SOME ENTHUSIASM 🗣🗣🗣 But whatever the cast knows I had a good time lmfao and I hope I made it at least a little enjoyable for them. 

As far as negatives, it was really just the same minor disappointments as the night before: character choices(?) and production differences that I simply don’t agree with. I do have to talk shit about the audience again though. Act 1 it was fucking SILENT most of the time. On the 7th there were at least two hype men alongside me that filled the silence, but this time it was really just me, and that ofc made my courage falter a little, so there were bits where I wanted to cheer but was afraid to. The Jellicle Ball basically got golf claps FFS. LIKE HELLO????!!! How do you see that and not lose your mind?? I literally messaged zach during intermission like “im so sorry bro im trying” lol and he said it was okay. Act 2 it felt like everyone got a cup of coffee for something because it slowly built up as the act progressed, and by the end there were people doing whistles and proper cheers. Still could have been way more, I would kill for an audience that goes ballistic, but definitely better than Act 1 lmfao. So yeah. Fuck you boring NYers! You disappoint me at home and you disappoint me in the theatre. But overall they didn’t impede my enjoyment or the value of this experience.

I’ll talk about my favorite character performances in another post, because there’s a lot to say about that, but I can’t finish this post without talking about Zach ofc.

Zach gave his all of course. I cheered as much as I could without getting smacked by others during RTT but luckily there was a little girl who was a major tugger stan sitting in the front so there were at least two of us who fed him 😅 I wondered if he would start crying at any point, and he did. And he fucking did it at THE worst(best) time: the soft bit towards the end of Mr. Mistoffelees. He literally took a second to choke back a sob, and started singing, and that was it for me lmfao I was like U FUCKERRRRR like that hurt lmfao. He cried pretty much from there til the end of the show, though he hid it well. If i wasn’t sitting so far in the front, I probs wouldn’t have ended up recording the bows, but being so close to it and having chatted with everyone the night before already, it hit super hard, so I shoved my phone in my brother’s hands and said point it at the stage lol. There was a definitive difference between night 1 and night 2 for him and like I said it’s def because he knew this was his last one. He told me he’d love to come back as Tugger one day. I’m sure nobody would complain about that.

It was very bittersweet having this be my last time to see the show and also it being his last time to be IN the show. Like we both had to say goodbye to the Junkyard at the same time! There don’t seem to be any future tour locations in NY so I don’t know the next time I’ll get to sit in a Cats audience. And that hurts really really bad. The second I walked away from stage door after this show and my brother and I were alone again, I started sobbing, and I didn’t stop until I was back in my hotel room and my makeup and costume were completely off. There are tearstains from my facepaint on my unitard right now lol. 

This was really such a magical experience and I’m so thankful for it. But damn lmao what do I do now? The answer is go back to watching 98 every day like I did when I first discovered it 2 years ago and choose to continue to live in the magic. This has been a real journey for me and I can’t even put into words how profoundly Cats has affected me and continues to do so. I’ve got some Cats related pipe-dreams in the work that I’m seeing if I can make a reality and with any luck they’ll come to fruition. Either way I know I’ll look back on this day with fondness for years to come. It was really a dream. Core memory indeed.

[salmonroes]

[emails you 3 tubs of tillamook peanut butter chocolate ice cream] hope you are having a good night caro <3

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i love you happy nov 5th enjoy it mwah ❤️👍🌀✨‼️