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@vienguinn drawing of law student Seb made me do things. 😅 Sadly I'm incapable of writing wholesome and healthy relationships, so now you have to deal with lawyer Sebastian and thief f!MC. 😅

It turns to soft smut, but is focused more on feelings than what they are doing, so only mildly explicit. (Still smut, though.)

~ 1700 words

If you want to read the 'original' version with my OC Luscinia, find the second GIF, it's posted below. 😊 (The difference is actually just the use of her name and the mention of one of her features..)

She sat quietly on the hard wooden bench, her face expressionless, her arms crossed in front of her chest. From the corner of her eye, she saw one of her cellmates walking up and down in the small rectangle available to them, his head bowed, his arms repeatedly thrown into the air in an inner monologue. In contrast, another fellow inmate had made himself comfortable on the stone floor, his loud snoring revealing that he had fallen asleep in his intoxication.

She, on the other hand, continued to stare at the barred cell door, her position unchanged for hours, while she waited patiently.

When her name was called, her gaze flickered to the police officer, a hint of a smile on her lips as she noticed the person behind him.

She stood up and walked to the cell door, hands on the bars, eyes on him, as the policeman unlocked the door.

His hair was damp, curling messily along his temples and forehead, leaving a dark stain on his clothes at the nape of his neck. Instead of the usual suit, he wore a grey, washed-out hoodie and jeans, the trainers also the first thing he had grabbed when he hastily dressed.

He held her gaze even as she stepped out of the cell, the flicker in the dark brown eyes the only emotion on his face. He remained silent, his arm around her upper body, his hand pressing against her lower back, guiding her out of the police station.

Whenever they passed a policeman, his fingers dug into her waist, pulling her closer to him so that she could smell the freshness of his shower gel, which still clung to him.

Without saying a word, he manoeuvred her to his car, which was parked crookedly on the pavement in front of the police station steps.

‘Oh, new?’ she looked at the dark green sports model, which caused some of the passers-by to take out their phones, but Sebastian ignored her question, silently opened the passenger door for her and got behind the wheel.

With a sweep of his gaze, he made sure she was strapped in before steering the car onto the road, revving the engine louder than necessary.

For a while they sat in silence, her eyes skimming over his profile, before she looked back at the road ahead.

‘You're angry with me.’

He didn't answer, but shifted gears energetically as he accelerated.

‘I can't bail you out every time.’

‘Oh?’ She leaned her arm against the door and turned her body towards him with a smile.

‘You're a lawyer. Isn't that one of your responsibilities?’

His fingers clenched around the leather wheel and she could clearly see the tension in his jaw muscles.

‘MC...’

‘Sebastian.’

Shaking his head, he stepped on the accelerator again.

‘You're going too far.’

She snorted and rolled her eyes, her arms crossed tightly over her chest.

‘You help company bosses and rich snobs to get out of trouble. It shouldn't be too hard for you to get a suspected thief out of jail.’

A tense silence once again spread between them, stretching until Sebastian's gaze flickered over her figure and his hand found her face.

Warm fingertips stroked over her skin, down to her chin, turning her head towards him to meet his warm eyes.

‘But you're all right, aren't you?’

She held his gaze until he had to turn it back to the traffic.

‘I have my knight in shining armour, of course I'm fine.’

A small grin played around his lips, his hand dropped from her chin to her thigh, gently pressing into the sensitive flesh beneath the fabric of her trousers.

That was how it had been between them since he had decided to represent his first multi-million dollar company and thus increase their wealth, while she decided to steal money and valuables from the very people who were at the top.

They belonged to two different worlds that collided again and again when the police began to get on her trail and he made sure that the investigations were stopped. It was a strange connection that they shared; the more he gained in influence, the more daring her actions became, the more tense their relationship and the more intertwined their destinies.

It was unnecessary for him to ask where he should go, since it was clear that she would spend the night in his apartment, the moment she got into his car.

‘Are you changing, dear?’ he asked, taking two wine glasses from his cupboard and filling them, watching her shape discreetly until she disappeared into the bedroom.

Only one side of the bed was rumpled, shirts and suit trousers were scattered around, too many books were piled on the bedside table. He was obviously suffering from sleep problems again. But the comment that they were caused by his conscience, which he was trying to ignore, would only end in an argument.

She walked over to the dresser that was reserved for her alone, even though she didn't live here and never had. She opened the first drawer, her fingers running over lace and silk fabrics before she selected a lingerie set that had been added recently. She stroked the soft fabric, the silk ribbons and leather straps that wound around her body as she put the set on.

He knew her colours and sizes exactly, which fabrics she liked to wear on her skin, how her heart began to beat wildly when delicate leather pressed against her curves. Straightening her hair, she admired herself in the mirror, turning once around her own axis before she stepped into the living room.

Sebastian had made himself comfortable on the couch, one arm stretched out on the backrest, his jeans exchanged for a pair of jogging trousers, his upper body bare.

His eyes immediately fixed on her, held her gaze for a moment and then travelled along her body as she moved closer. He licked his lips, his eyes dark and impatient, leaning forward, reaching for her as soon as she was close enough.

His fingers left a tingling sensation on her skin as they slowly explored every detail of her body.

‘My beautiful girl...’

Words whispered against the softness of her belly, his lips caressing her curves. He pulled her closer to him, hands grasping her waist and slowly sliding down as his kisses became more unbridled.

With a slap that made her jump, they finally landed on her bottom, kneading the flesh.

‘God, you drive me crazy. Looking so perfect in that stuff.’

His fingers dug into her buttocks until they turned the skin red, his teeth grabbed one of the leather straps, pulled it away from her body and then let it snap back. Her gasp brought a satisfied grin to his face and he eagerly pulled her onto his lap.

‘Come here...’ His lips found hers in a hungry kiss that sends a fire through her entire body. She felt his arousal through the fabric of his trousers, her hips intuitively rolling against his in search of more stimulation. He groaned against her lips, a throaty, urgent sound that spurred her on to intensify the kiss even further.

She kept telling herself that this behaviour was merely a deal, a kind of payment for his help, but the way she pressed herself against him, how her lips impatiently pressed against his and how tenderly the tips of her fingers ran along the contours of his face, betrayed her.

‘I've missed you...’ Tender words, spoken almost fearfully, while his mouth began to explore her body again, lingering on the spot on her neck that made her tremble.

‘I missed you too...’ A whispered confession that made Sebastian redden that very spot, suck and nibble on it until the veins burst and left dark dots on her skin. A marked spot that he knew she wouldn't cover up.

‘You still belong to me, right?’

It was a question he asked every time, and his body tensed as if he didn't already know the answer.

‘I still belong to you, yes, sir.’

The sound that escaped his throat was breathless; a deep growl as he grabbed her and pushed her onto the couch, shoving his body between her legs.

With each passing moment, worries, thoughts and reservations faded away, gently replaced by murmured praise and fiery caresses. Her body writhed in ecstasy, pressing against every touch of his until she was ablaze, the flames crashing over her head, condensing into an inferno that only he was able to control.

He let her struggle until she begged for more, each pleading whimper an affirmation of how much she needed him.

Despite their differences, their arguments, their inability to give up their lives for a partnership. It filled him with a kind of satisfaction that was quite close to the feeling of contentment of a peaceful coexistence. This satisfaction, coupled with the passion and the indescribable feeling of being inside her, made him see stars.

Their bodies moved in a practised dance against and with each other. His name fell from her lips as he gave her everything he was capable of. They left traces on each other – imprints of teeth and fingers, deep gazes and touches that burned themselves into their souls. His hand around her neck took away her breath, just like the red string on their fingers.

As they lay pressed together, breathing heavily, Sebastian buried his face in her neck, embracing her with both arms, their bodies still joined, pulsating after the all-consuming high.

‘Promise me you won't sneak out in the middle of the night this time,’ he grabbed her, pulled her closer to him, ‘please..’

She hesitated, not knowing whether she would be able to bear sleeping next to him as if everything were fine. Seeing his tousled hair after waking up, his half-closed eyes that only opened fully after a cup of far too strong coffee. Hearing the scratchiness in his voice when he still sleepily lapsed deeper into his Scottish accent. The smell of his skin, intensely of the night's activities, unadulterated by any care products. The feeling of his skin so close to hers, warm and delicate under her fingertips, as she ran her fingers over every single freckle.

She took his hand, played with his fingers, kissed each fingertip, while her breath calmed down.

‘I promise.’

She, on the other hand, continued to stare at the barred cell door, her position unchanged for hours, while she waited patiently.

When her name was called, her gaze flickered to the police officer, a hint of a smile on her lips as she noticed the person behind him.

She stood up and walked to the cell door, hands on the bars, eyes on him, as the policeman unlocked the door.

Whenever they passed a policeman, his fingers dug into her waist, pulling her closer to him so that she could smell the freshness of his shower gel, which still clung to him.

Without saying a word, he manoeuvred her to his car, which was parked crookedly on the pavement in front of the police station steps.

With a sweep of his gaze, he made sure she was strapped in before steering the car onto the road, revving the engine louder than necessary.

For a while they sat in silence, their eyes skimming over his profile, before she looked back at the road ahead.

‘You're angry with me.’

He didn't answer, but shifted gears energetically as he accelerated.

‘I can't bail you out every time.’

‘Oh?’ She leaned her arm against the door and turned her body towards him with a smile.

‘You're a lawyer. Isn't that one of your responsibilities?’

His fingers clenched around the leather wheel and she could clearly see the tension in his jaw muscles.

‘Lu...’

‘Sebastian.’

Shaking his head, he stepped on the accelerator again.

‘You're going too far.’

She snorted and rolled her eyes, her arms crossed tightly over her chest.

‘You help company bosses and rich snobs to get out of trouble. It shouldn't be too hard for you to get a suspected thief out of jail.’

A tense silence once again spread between them, stretching until Sebastian's gaze flickered over her figure and his hand found her face.

Warm fingertips stroked over her skin, down to her chin, turning her head towards him to meet his warm eyes.

‘But you're all right, aren't you?’

She held his gaze until he had to turn it back to the traffic.

‘I have my knight in shining armour, of course I'm fine.’

A small grin played around his lips, his hand dropped from her chin to her thigh, gently pressing into the sensitive flesh beneath the fabric of her trousers.

It was unnecessary for him to ask where he should go, since it was clear that she would spend the night in his apartment, the moment she got into his car.

‘Are you changing, dear?’ he asked, taking two wine glasses from his cupboard and filling them, watching her shape discreetly until she disappeared into the bedroom.

Sebastian had made himself comfortable on the couch, one arm stretched out on the backrest, his jeans exchanged for a pair of jogging trousers, his upper body bare.

His fingers left a tingling sensation on her skin as they slowly explored every detail of her body.

‘My beautiful girl...’

Words whispered against the softness of her belly, his lips caressing her curves. He pulled her closer to him, hands grasping her waist and slowly sliding down as his kisses became more unbridled.

With a slap that made her jump, they finally landed on her bottom, kneading the flesh.

‘God, you drive me crazy. Looking so perfect in that stuff.’

‘I've missed you...’ Tender words, spoken almost fearfully, while his mouth began to explore her body again, lingering on the spot on her neck that made her tremble.

‘I missed you too...’ A whispered confession that made Sebastian redden that very spot, suck and nibble on it until the veins burst and left dark dots on her pale skin. A marked spot that he knew she wouldn't cover up.

‘You still belong to me, right?’

It was a question he asked every time, and his body tensed as if he didn't already know the answer.

‘I still belong to you, yes, sir.’

The sound that escaped his throat was breathless; a deep growl as he grabbed her and pushed her onto the couch, shoving his body between her legs.

He let her struggle until she begged for more, each pleading whimper an affirmation of how much she needed him.

As they lay pressed together, breathing heavily, Sebastian buried his face in her neck, embracing her with both arms, their bodies still joined, pulsating after the all-consuming high.

‘Promise me you won't sneak out in the middle of the night this time,’ he grabbed her, pulled her closer to him, ‘please, Lu..’

She took his hand, played with his fingers, kissed each fingertip, while her breath calmed down.

‘I promise.’

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legacygirlingreen · 1 year

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“Christmas with the Sallow Family” Chapter 7 - Birthdays and Hogmanay // Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Authors note: I’m back! This is the last chapter of part 2 so I wanted to go out with a bang! Hope everyone enjoys! Thanks again to everyone who continues to read and comment 💚

Shoutout to the awesome @aiyariaart for the screenshot of seb in a kilt, seriously go check out their page! Also shout out to the awesome @hyunrikim for her suggestions along the way (particularly with some canon ideas for Sebastian’s birthday gift!)

Warnings: NSFW content, male receiving. MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE 18+

Word count: 12,500 +

The days between Yule time and Hogmanay were filled with little in the way of eventful excitement, however Sebastian felt more at peace than he had in a while. Their steady rhythm of waking up next to each other, even after nights filled with talking and less of being physical, brought him much more happiness than he thought possible.

When December 31st finally reared its somewhat bittersweet head, he tried to suppress his mixed feelings on his and Anne’s birthday. Part of him was so grateful knowing that Anne had made it a fully year now after being cursed. But the reminder that exactly one year prior, was the origins of such a plague, was proving difficult to manage. Top it off with his usual amount of sadness at his parent’s absence, and the typical uncertainty that often accompanied the yearly reset, he had much to be sad, angry and worried about.

However, despite this he found himself awaking the morning of his 17th birthday with a smile. He awoke finding his love nestled along his chest, her hair fanned out across her back and shoulders. Her lips were slightly parted, leaving the softest puffs of air when she exhaled along his right pectoral. The tiniest amount of moisture had collected there as she slept and he couldn’t help but smile at the thoughts of her so comfortable while laying on him, that she had actually drooled in her slumber. He adored watching the way her long eyelashes would flutter ever so often as she dreamed in the sanctity of his arms. He would never tell her, but he often found that some of the times she looked the most beautiful was when she was asleep.

She reminded him of the story his mother read to him when he was a young boy, about the beautiful princess whom was cursed to sleep for one hundred years until she was awoken by a kiss from a prince. And while a part of him recognized she truly was beautiful while asleep, he himself felt more like the princess in that fairytale. This wonderful witch had come into his life, rescuing him from going down a dark road with her love and affections. She was inspiring him to grow up, to be a better man, to repair his broken relationship with his guardian, and to actually see hope in the future. The way she fought, the way she stood tall against the evils he had come to know, and show him the care he’d so been lacking… she seemed more like a hero, than he ever could fathom himself capable of being.

While she continued her slumber he took to drawing unconscious patterns along her semi exposed back. She had taken to only wearing a thin silk slip each night when she laid next to him, no longer awkward about shifting close to his naked chest now that their initial shyness in the matter had long been dissolved over the course of the few days since he’d been exposed to her. He would not deny that the selfish and uncontrollable parts within him continued to have a large pit of desire to see her come undone again, however with the peace they had created over the last few days, he felt no immediate rush. Receiving word from her family helped, making their future seem obtainable. Expediting such whims now were in some ways were loosing their appeal, as he continued to want to make such an occasion special for her.

When the curtain cautiously shifted, and Anne’s mischievous face stuck through he barely glanced up, unable to look away from the girl resting on him. As Anne quietly came closer to the pair, standing near the foot of the bed she glanced down upon the girl who was still deep in slumber, watching her brother reverently brushed loose strands of hair off her face.

“I was hoping to steal you away for some one on one time, but I can come back later. I just thought I would slip out while Ominis was still asleep.” She spoke as softly as possible as to not wake the girl.

Sebastian looked up at his other half’s hopeful face and nodded, recognizing that need his sister had for him on this day. She too understood its conflicting nature.

“I shall join you in a moment” he spoke and she nodded, sliding back out of the privacy he shared with y/n.

Ever so carefully he attempted to shuffle out from under her, hoping to slip out without waking her. Given how much she had pressed into him while asleep that was impossible, and just as he removed her head halfway from his chest her eyes cracked open with confusion.

The girl went to inquire where he was going but he quickly shut her questioning down with a gentle brush of his lips against her forehead, carefully lowering her head onto the pillows.

“Shh, I am going for a walk with Anne, I shall return soon. Go back to sleep.” He said threading his fingers through her messy locks, helping lift the covers to her chin as she snuggled back down into the warmth of the bed without him. Sleep quickly overtook her again, as he rose to replace his sweater and pull on his trousers. It didn’t take him long to lace his worn boots before sliding an arm into his long coat and grabbing his scarf off the trunk in the corner. Walking towards the entrance he rejoined Anne in the living space as they made their way outside.

“You are quite sweet on her, always doting these days” Anne spoke playfully once they made it outside in the cool air of the early morning.

“Should I not be?” He responded in a similar tone, happy that Anne’s cheerful personality had slowly been returning slowly with the introduction of the witch they spoke of.

“I am not saying it is a bad thing, simply an observation.” Anne said, pulling the tartan blanket she had grabbed from the living space tighter around her small frame.

“Does it make you uncomfortable?” He asked, worried he may have neglected to consider how his Twin, or even Ominis was at their more open shows of affection as of late.

“Of course not. I am happy to know you are happy. Although…” she started to speak then trailed off as they came close to the shoreline near the town square.

Sebastian turned to her as she stopped, arm reaching out to grab his in support as she stifled a quiet sob. He had grown so used to her pain in the last year, it surprised him somewhat at how he almost didn’t flinch before carefully holding her up and to his chest as she shook.

Bringing a calloused hand up over the top of her head he softly brushed it over her crown repeatedly as the other held her firmly along her back. While her bouts of pain had become less frequent over the past weeks, when they did strike they were often more intense than they had previously been. With no end in sight, he recalled the small stone bench just up the path, slightly bending to lift his sisters body in an effort find her some sense of comfort while she cried out in pain.

Before long he took to sitting on the worn stone, keeping her legs thrown over his lap while he held her through the tremors that wracked her body, slowly rocking her body and quietly saying things like “its alright” and “I’ve got you”. Until now he hadn’t noticed truly how much they had grown apart in size since summer. He knew she was loosing muscle mass and some of her childish fat, but he had grown taller and stronger in the months apart. In many ways he was blossoming into a man, and here she remained more like a child in his arms, instead of his twin, born only moments before himself.

Eventually Anne stopped shaking, pulling her sullen face from the comfort of his chest and looked up at him with the remnants of tears on her cheeks. He softly brushed them away with the back of his right hand, the others rubbing comfortingly up her back, helping as she tried to even out her breathing. There was no need for thank you’s, as they had grown accustom to her curse, and more recently his witch had encouraged him to focus on making Anne comfortable while she focused more on finding a cure. In moments like these he is glad he listened.

“She is rubbing off on you” Anne said after collecting herself.

“I suppose so.” He said, looking out as the waves slowly crashed along the sandy shore.

“You two remind me of mother and father. The way you are so soft with her, and the way you both tease one another.” Anne spoke while toying with the fringe of her blanket.

Neither of them knew how to respond, both seemingly lost in their own trance of grief over the loss of their parents and how that had impacted how they had grown.

“I asked her father for permission to marry her once we are both of age.” Sebastian finally broke the silence, ignoring her wide eyes as he continued to watch the sunrise.

“Have you received word yet or..?”

“He wrote back. Christmas Day actually.”

“That’s right Teddy did smash into the window. You and Solomon were acting strange all night. That makes much more sense now that I think of it… What did he say?” She eyed her brother curiously as he finally tore his gaze back to her.

“Well… while there’s much to arrange on the financial side of things… muggles apparently handle these matters more logistically and with legal council… that played a partial role into why I felt the need to ask now, as they take at least a year to plan, often longer… that aside, he did grant me permission to make such a proposition.”

“Sebastian you’re… you’re really serious about this aren’t you?” Anne spoke, unsure how to respond.

“I am. I’ve never been more sure of something in my life.” He said trying to reassure his sister once again that this was a decision he was making on his own, without her push from their conversation on Christmas Eve.

“How did you know?” She asked, quite vaguely.

“Know what?” He asked slightly confused as to what she could be referring to.

“That you loved her? That you were in love?” Anne spoke looking down at her hands. While he was unsure whether she was inquiring to quell her curious mind on his behalf or out of the need for answers into romance for her girlish whims he would never know. He still thought for a moment before giving her an honest answer.

“I am not sure there ever was an isolated moment, more-so a culmination of them. At the start of term during the feast I wasn’t feeling quite myself I suppose. It felt wrong to start term off without you there. I thought for certain you would’ve been back at school before the start of 5th year, so that day wasn’t filled with much happiness. I am sure Ominis could practically feel me sulking, that’s most likely the reason he forced Imelda between us. Then we started hearing whispers of Professor Fig and a new student being attacked by a dragon on the carriage ride from London, and I will admit it peaked my interest.

It wasn’t until the very end of the evening when the headmaster joined a very shaken up Professor Fig at the entrance that I actually started paying attention. Everyone was whispering, wondering about the new student and curious how they had survived. It wasn’t long before the door burst open again and she came in, trailing after Black with dirt and ash smudged all over her face, leaves in her disheveled hair and a dried gash in her eyebrow. She looked like she’d been beaten around quite a bit yet, as she followed him up to the front she had this… wonderstruck look in her eyes. Like she had to take in everything all at once. There was no ounce of fear, just excitement and curiosity.

She looked so beautiful sitting up at the front, smiling as she spoke with the sorting hat as if they were old friends. Violet was sitting next to Imelda, going on about how she looked horribly disheveled but I found myself almost begging Merlin to put her in our house. I was almost shocked when it said Slytherin. The way in which her face absolutely ignited into happiness when her hogwarts robes turned green… I shall never forget that. She got held back by professor Weasley at the feast, I imagine to make sure she was okay, but I waited in the common room until the prefects made me go to my dorm room that night. If they hadn’t threatened to wait outside my room I would’ve snuck back down. All night I laid there awake, trying to think of what I was going to say when I spoke to her that next morning. That feeling like I had lacewing flies in my stomach started there I suppose.

When I finally did get up the next morning I was so nervous I grabbed a tome to read by the fire to calm alleviate that feeling. Ironically enough she interrupted me, and in my panic I was somewhat rude to her. Luckily not horribly so, less I imagine I would’ve ruined my chances entirely, but from the second I looked directly into her eyes next to the fireplace… I suppose a small part of me knew then and there. Like all the air left my lungs in that moment and the world was just her beautiful face looking up at mine. Her face softened so much while she looked at me. Despite the forming scar in her eyebrow from the dragon attack, and the tiredness under her eyes, I couldn’t help but feel that she was the most wonderful creature I’d ever seen.

Sure I was impressed it when she beat me in Hecat’s duel, and adored how she joined me at crossed wands. I was blown away when she took down that troll in Hogsmeade with those special abilities of hers. That night we snuck into the restricted section, when I risked possible expulsion for her sake, knowing I was likely not getting in again to check for tomes on your behalf… I think that’s another moment I knew I had grown to care. How couldn’t I? She had sought me out for help. She trusted me with her secrets. She had these wonderful powers yet deemed me worthy of being a sidekick on such an endeavor.

It wasn’t long after that I surprised even myself and shared with her the Undercroft. Merlin, Ominis was so cross with me for allowing her to know of it, but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted her to know everything there was to know about me. All my secrets. All my favorite things. All the things I despise. Then she surprised me one day while we were down there looking through some tome she found while exploring about curse breaking. She touched me, so softly, so innocently, simply trying to put my hair back in place after I had made a mess of it. I guess that’s when I knew I wanted to do things properly. It wasn’t just some whim or passing fancy, but something I wanted to do the right way. If she was willing to fix my messes, even absent-minded, how could I not feel so indebted to the universe for that?

The day she visited Feldcroft for the first time, I was so nervous I hardly slept the night before. When I sent her the owl asking her to join, I asked some of the older boys in the house how they were able to win over the affections of women, and most of them had poor advice yet I found myself thinking perhaps looking the part would help. I am sure you are aware I never cared much for my appearance before, but Ominis can attest that morning felt… different. I think I wasted nearly an hour on my hair and I still couldn’t figure it out. Merlin, Imelda gave me such grief knowing exactly the lengths I was going trying to make a good impression.

Yet when she met me over on the lookout tower near the town circle, hair blowing in the wind, soft and delicate in the golden morning light. Everything sort of melted away. She always tended to look unkemp, hair pulled back but escaping its plait. Clothes disrupted from constantly exploring. Merlin, even her mismatched clothes from the adventures she would go on, finding helpful gear. Occasionally she would return to school sporting a new bruise or cut along her face or hands, even debris in her hair. She hardly seemed to care of her appearance, much like I did. However that morning I could see that she was trying to make a good impression the same as I.

Seeing her here, with you, being so gentle with your condition yet loving all the same, especially while not knowing you beyond your relation to me. That meant a great deal. After Solomon made us leave we spent the rest of the day in the Undercroft together. I told her stories about us growing up, and our parents. But that day she showed me she cared for you. She cared for our parents legacy. She cared for me. When I got embarrassingly emotional at some point she held me the way mum used to, stroking my hair, and I suppose that’s when I knew without a doubt. It may have been an inappropriate show of emotion, yet to not feel stifled for a moment with her… that feeling of being free… that’s what love is to me. Everything after that moment has merely solidified and confirmed my thoughts on the matter.”

Anne was quiet while he spoke, explaining the way he had fallen for the girl in her absence. A part of her felt saddened, knowing she wasn’t around for a majority of the events he spoke. When he arrived with the mysterious girl she’d heard of so much in his letters, she knew he was infatuated with the new student. It wasn’t hard to see why: the girl was beautiful in her own way. A little rough around the edges, slightly more tom boy in nature, mildly eccentric, yet still hauntingly beautiful in her demeanor. However from the moment Anne saw them together, there was already an unspoken affection and respect between them. Anne could see it in their eyes, the way they lingered on each other when the other was seemingly unaware. The way they often blushed in the others presence. How her brother smiled more than he had in years. She merely accepted that he was already in love despite the lack of time they’d known each other.

“She told me she wants her children to have my brown eyes someday, Anne.” He quietly spoke, awestruck still by the admission she had given him that night they spoke of their desires for the future.

“Well, I certainly hope you both wait a bit to make me an Auntie” she said, cutting through the weight of their conversation and he laughed with her.

“I am truly happy for you Sebastian. Do you know how or when you plan to ask her?” She continued.

“When we return to school I may see if Sirona knows of any shops around Hogsmeade that could use an extra hand so I can put away some money for a ring. I know we have our inheritance, and I am unsure exactly what a normal muggle dowry is, but I would like to work with my own two hands to be able to buy a ring for her. I have been wracking my brain for the last few nights trying to think of how I would like to ask, but its -“

“Overwhelming?” Anne questioned.

“Very. I want it to be special. I can’t imagine doing it in a dusty place like the undercroft, and while the room of requirement has become a special spot for us, that doesn’t seem quite up to par either.”

“You’ll figure it out I am certain.” She said while patting his arm comfortingly.

“So you and Ominis… when exactly? Or has that been under my nose this whole time and I have been blissfully unaware?” He said, attempting to shift the conversation onto her instead.

“Ominis said he’s always felt, something, for me. I recon much like you said, you aren’t sure exactly when things shifted but sometime this past summer when he got more comfortable offering a comforting hand, or when you both returned to school and he started writing every day I realized I missed him, and more than as a friend. I realized as time went on he had grown more and more handsome. Before long he stopped feeling like “Ominis Gaunt, our dear friend and boy who partakes in mischief of all varieties” and more like “My dear Ominis, who’s smile brings butterflies to my stomach and makes my heart soar like a hippogriff in flight”.

“He’s a good man. My best friend. I know he won’t hurt you. That’s truly all I could ask for.” Sebastian admitted, still slightly uncomfortable at how it mentally shifted some of his childhood memories with the two, but he was growing to see the situation as more normal with time. The two of them seemed more reserved in their affection, perhaps due to Ominis’s aversion to touch that was instilled in him so young.

“It doesn’t upset you?” She asked

“Why would it? I love you both. He’s always been a brother to me. You two together… just makes that more a reality. Ever since he has been in our lives he has been more Sallow than Gaunt.”

“Thank you for understanding.”

“Of course. Do you two plan on telling Solomon or…?” He was slightly concerned that his Uncle may not take so kindly, especially knowing the boy had been left alone with Anne on numerous occasions thinking it not to be a concern, only to realize that Ominis may not have been the gentleman he was thought to be.

“Yes. Ominis has already informed his family he will not be returning home for his brothers wedding in the spring, equally negating his duties to his own arrangement in the process. The final bridge to be burned so to speak. Informing Solomon… that is what I wanted to speak with you about.” She said, looking down.

“You are worried he won’t react well.” Sebastian knew it was a gamble, respecting her apprehension.

“I am just concerned that he will assume Ominis had done something indecent or taken advantage of me in some manner when he has been an absolute saint in that regard. Ominis believes he should be the one to tell Solomon, alone, man to man. I told him that I think it should come from me. It is concerning knowing he can fully prevent us from seeing or speaking to one another should he take things the wrong way. You know how Solomon can get, especially thinking of what happened with mum and dad.” Anne trailed off, thinking back to how cruel their uncle reacted to Sebastian wanting to remain by y/n’s side while she was injured.

“Why don’t you confront it together. Let Ominis take the lead, offer the chance to speak privately, but go at it a united front. I would offer to be there, but seeing as Solomon and I are just now getting back on decent terms, it may not be the best idea. I can wait close by should you need the assistance, proving nothing dubious has occurred. Shockingly he respects Ominis a great deal, choosing to leave behind wealth and dark magic to be here… I don’t imagine he would be incredibly upset at the prospect of having him around long term.” Sebastian tried to reassure her the best he could, knowing that the path they were on would be quite difficult to navigate.

“I suppose you raise some valid points. I shall discuss it with Ominis. Perhaps doing so on a day that is supposed to be happy will encourage our Uncle to keep a level head about the matter.” Anne agreed with his sentiments.

The pair watched the sun rise fully over the ocean, soft spray kissing their faces. It had been a while since they had enjoyed a moment alone, especially since their Uncle refused to leave Anne in his company knowing how insistent he had gotten over a cure. To be in their own world again without the worry bearing down was a level of peace and calm they needed during a time of such chaos.

“What do you think mother and father would say of the both of them?” Anne asked, her slender fingers toying with his pinky much like she did when they were younger.

“Well despite how much father liked to joke, I have a strong feeling he still would have given any man who attempted to get within the near proximity of you a difficult time. I don’t believe Ominis would be immune to that. Dad was very protective of you, instilled it in me as well. I do think they would have liked his dry, sardonic sense of humor. I know they would have taken him in with open arms after what happened with his family. I could imagine him easily a part of the late evenings we all read together. You know they weren’t afraid of dark magic, merely sought to understand from afar to protect us. They would have been a safe haven for him in that way.” Sebastian paused, curling his long pinkie around his Twin’s unsure how to start in regards to his chosen partner. Luckily Anne picked up where he left off.

“Mother would have been so incredibly fascinated by her. I imagine she would have asked a million questions and then some of what it was like to grow up in the muggle world. She would have adored those plaits she can do. I am sure they both would have been curious about her affinity for ancient magic. Father would probably tease you about how convenient it would be to have a woman of the same house. I could see the both of them offering to tutor her given the years she missed at Hogwarts. I think they both would enjoy watching her play quidditch if she’s nearly as good on a broom as you suggest. She is so incredibly kind how could they not welcome her? Father might feel the need to reprimand you to avoid an unwanted catastrophe… but I know if she could melt Solomon’s frozen heart, they would have loved her.”

“I miss them.” He said somberly as he pulled his hand from hers, drawing her closer to his side.

“As do I. Sometimes I feel as if they aren’t truly gone, instead smiling in the space next to us. Like a gentle breeze gripping my shoulder or tousling my hair.” She said laying her head on his shoulder, deeply breathing in the sea air.

“Sometimes when I look in the mirror I see father looking back at me and it is jarring, yet comforting to know that a part of him lives on.” Sebastian admitted aloud the sentiment so often spoken to him, even that he thought to himself, but was scared to voice.

“When you returned home recently the resemblance was almost uncanny, especially to those photographs of their wedding.” Anne said recalling the photo atop the hillside photo of their parents, weeks away from graduation in dress attire. Their fathers dark kilt contrasting their mothers simple white gown, showcasing her slightly round belly protruding from behind flowers. The way they beamed to one another while softly dancing in the enchanted photograph.

“I suppose wearing a kilt tonight for Hogmanay will be even more uncanny.” He said, racking a hand through his untamed and now windswept hair.

“Terribly so I am afraid.” She responded with a laugh.

“We should head back. I imagine they are quite bored without us.” He said, rising with her from the stone.

“Y/n perhaps… I know for a fact Ominis is still dead asleep.” She said with a laugh.

“It always amazed me how he could fall asleep anywhere and without a moments notice.” Sebastian said with a chuckle, recalling all the unique spots about the castle he had discovered his friend in the midst of a cat nap. Perhaps it was easier to fall asleep if your world existed in darkness all the time.

Without warning Anne threw her arms around his middle, pulling him close and tight. “Happy birthday Sebastian” she said into his jacket.

“Happy birthday Anne”.

***** ***** *****

She was laying in the conjured bath when he arrived back from his walk with Anne. Hair pulled atop her head, being held by her wand, while soap unfortunately covered her body from the shoulders down. Smiling at her cheekily he stepped towards her, slowly shedding his outer layers to join.

“I was just thinking how wonderful it would be to take a bath to warm up.” He told her as she rolled her eyes.

“Well that’s unfortunate considering the water is now quite cold so perhaps you should rethink your plan.” She responded as she lifted her eyes to take in his broad and unclothed shoulders as he ripped the sweater off his head. He eyed the steam still coming off the top of the water mischievously.

“Luckily that is an easy fix” he quipped, gripping his wand ready to prove his point.

“I don’t recall giving you permission to join me Mr. Sallow. It is still highly improper for you to be in here, let alone next to me while nude.” He could tell from her tone she wasn’t serious, only playing with him, but he continued to humor her narrative.

“Well, could perhaps it being my birthday a worthy enough exception for you to break your rules of propriety? There is nothing else I truly want more, than to enjoy what time I have with you.” He lowered his head, glancing at her through his lashes while his lips twisted into a small pout.

“Is that all you’ve got?” She laughed at his attempts to get a concession.

“I am wounded M’lady. You dare reject such a fine gentleman’s proposition after you have teased him as such. On a day of such wonderful celebration no less” he stripped himself of his pants, still leaving on his breeches while he stepped closer, leaning over the barrel of the wooden tub, putting his weight onto his forearms.

“You are lucky I adore you.” She let out with fake annoyance, moving over to make room for him.

Even without an audience he felt the need to lift his fist in victory, smile upon his face, before bowing to a nonexistent crowd as if he had won a crossed wands duel. With his prideful display she splashed him slightly with water before laughing.

“And that ladies and gentlemen is how it is done” he spoke as he lowered himself into the spot she had created for him.

“How what exactly is done?” She questioned.

“That is how one fine, incredibly capable, not to mention talented, young gentleman would be so lucky to find himself nude next to such a beautiful woman as yourself”

At first she thought perhaps he was joking, considering he was speaking so highly of himself, but the more he continued she realized he was being at the very least, mildly serious. Rolling her eyes she turned away from him temporarily reaching for the soap.

She gestured for him to occupy the space in front of her as she had done so previously when they bathed together and he happily did so, water sloshing over the edges slightly and onto the floor. Carefully she brought her palms to cup water, draping it over his back and shoulders to wet the skin that stuck out above the waterline. He sighed as the water she had lied about being cold covered his aching muscles. Time in feldcroft with Anne was always nice, but took much out of him physically with all of Solomon’s chores.

He couldn’t help the groan that escaped his throat as she brought her hands up to massage the tension away from his shoulders with a firm pressure. He could feel the way her thumbs were moving in circles in the space under his shoulder blades that he could never properly reach himself enough to get the pain to go away.

Neither of them spoke as she worked on relieving the months of pain he had build up in his body from both physical labor, but also too many nights leaning over a book desperately searching for answers. As she did so she couldn’t help but admire all the freckles that spilled down from his cheeks onto the top half of his body. She adored the way they almost sparkled with the iridescent soap lathered across his skin.

He had already closed his eyes and felt himself somewhat nodding off as she tipped his head back to resting along her chest to wash his hair. Her fingers worked a more potent magic than the kind she wielded, along his scalp as she continued to aid him in relaxing in the water’s warmth. He let out a moan as her fingers worked gently along the tender spot he always got in his neck underneath where his hair touched the back of his collar from his poor posture.

The way she caressed and allowed her fingers to purposefully move about his body had distracted him to the point he hadn’t realized she had scooted closer, lazily wrapping her legs around his waist from behind. Her calves laid across his knees and his hands were slightly skimming them subconsciously.

Eventually once she had rinsed the last of the soap from his skin and all the suds from his dark hair she carefully laid his weight back into her body more, holding him up slightly as his rear touched her womanhood under the water. She held the bar of soap out in front of his chest, motioning for him to take it to finish washing his lower half as she traced unintelligible patterns on his chest.

Sebastian brought his knees up one at a time to work on his legs before carefully undoing the tie on the front of his undergarment and realizing he was sporting a decent boner under the water. He had intended to simply wash his member from within the confines of the fabric quickly, but when nimble fingers plucked the bar of soap back from him he lost the ability to breathe.

Ever so carefully she finished loosening the string protecting the rest of his modesty with one hand while the other started dragging the material from around his hips the best she could while they sat. His eyes immediately flew open at the recognition of what she was doing as he glanced over his shoulder to see the concentrated and determined look she sported. Bringing one of his hands over hers he briefly paused her action.

“You don’t have to…. I don’t expect… I appreciate…” he kept starting off sentences, struggling to find the right words to say. On the one hand he did not want her to feel an obligation to please him physically. She didn’t owe him anything, and if he was honest just feeling her take care of him as she already had was more than enough. However, the other half of his brain was actively screaming at him to let her do as she pleased.

Bringing her eyes up from his shoulder to meet his sideways gaze she continued to move her fingers slowly from under his hand. A small smile worked itself onto her face as she spoke out with a sultry gaze “Someone became of age today… what better way to show my undying respect…”

Sebastian went to speak, his mouth opening but the syllables dying on his tongue as she pulled his hand aside by grabbing his wrist in her other hand, setting it down on his thigh.

She brought her lips close to his ear, gently nibbling his earlobe before continuing “let me show you how much I adore the man you are…”

Sebastian gave in. Lifting his bum enough she could work the fabric completely off his body, he returned to the same position, loving the way he could feel her hardening nipples along the skin of his back. Tentatively she wrapped a hand around his fully hardened manhood, simply holding it without moving.

“I have to be honest, I have no idea what I am doing… however if you show me how to please you, I would be more than happy to help…” she continued the soft assault of kisses down his neck to the top of his back, gently nipping the skin.

Sebastian brought his right hand back up, adjusting her fingers so they more gracefully and comfortably wrapped around his cock, before laying his hand atop hers. Once he got her hand into the same position he did when he was alone, pleasuring himself, he carefully squeezed down a tad, encouraging her to do the same.

At first she was too gentle, so he applied a tad more pressure to her hand. She over compensated a bit too much, gripping too hard and he let out a slight hiss. She attempted to retract her hand, fear of having hurt him but he stopped her.

“It’s okay, just a bit gentler…” he said and she followed his instructions. Sebastian couldn’t help but think how incredible it felt to have someone else’s hands on him instead of his own. Being more careful this time, he mimed the movement he often practiced on himself, with her hand between himself and his cock.

“Just sort of…” he trailed off, demonstrating a single pump of her hand up and then back down before letting her try so on her own. She was a little clumsy with the movement at first, but slowly build a steady enough pace as he leaned his head back, resting it on her shoulder. All the while she slowly pumped his cock with her hand, mindful of the pressure and way he had placed her fingers.

“How does that feel?” She asked once again taking his earlobe in between her soft lips all the while continuing the motion he’d shown her.

“Amazing… you’re doing perfect sweetheart…” he mumbled out somewhere between the sighs leaving his mouth. At one point she got curious, her index finger moving over his slit. The initial contact shocked him, making her return to the original position he’d put her in. Before long he was softly thrusting upwards into her ministrations, losing himself in how good it felt to have her bring him pleasure.

Without warning she slowed, and he turned around to look at her, worried the whole situation had become too much. That he should’ve been more appropriate and stopped her. However the look in her eyes told a different story. While the sultry look from before was gone, replaced with curiosity, and innocence, he wondered what it was she could be thinking. Despite the hopeful look in her features, she retracted her hand.

“Sebastian… could you possibly… can I see you?” She asked, timidness entering her voice. She so shyly brought herself to looking up at his stark red face, as he nodded. He was unsure why he liked the thoughts of showing himself, all of himself, to her. Perhaps it was because she ask so sweetly or some inherent primal desire within him to proudly display himself for her. Either way… it fueled his desires knowing she wanted it as much as he did. Unceremoniously he rose up on his knees, hand reaching out to somewhat cover himself as he turned around to face her.

Finally coming face to face with an appendage she had only seen in crude drawings or felt pressed against her while they laid was daunting at first. Being so foreign from her own feminine body was startling. While she had heard maidens in her village speak of what men were like, and the fact she had felt it already under the water, she wasn’t fully prepared for the site.

He slowly brought his hand back to his side, allowing her to take her time examining him. At first her bashful nature forced her eyes to reside at his navel, seeing the way sparse dark hair started right below his bellybutton, growing in density as it went down. It shouldn’t have been a shock that, much like the rest of him, as he was covered in such a lovely shade of chestnut brown curls. However to be a breath away from a small bush of said curls, that were situated at the base of his manhood was enough to let her shudder out.

His often mixed complexion of olive undertones and blush overtones extended down below the belt. Carefully lifting her hand back up to wrap around his member, she used her index finger to graze the tip of his most sensitive skin all the while he gazed down at her. Despite the feeling of the thunder of desire pounding somewhere behind his ears, he couldn’t help but fall in love with the sight before him. Here she was, reverently and innocently gazing upon him, on a day where he finally would be considered in the eyes of wizard law an adult. Her curiosity, desire to please, admiration, care, love and feminine divine energy all converged in this moment, for him.

If she had stopped even now, he still would’ve been elated. Yet, with a small shake of her head, coming back to reality, she once again gripped his cock in her hands and began stroking him.

Sebastian had to fight to keep himself upright and on his knees as she did so. While she may not have physically done it as well as he often did himself, the fact that it was her hands, and her eyes bringing him closer to the edge was more alluring than well rehearsed movements and figments of his imagination. As he climbed higher and higher he almost neglected to consider a crucial detail, however as he got to the precipice of committing to his pleasure he remembered to be mindful of his manors.

“I.. oh.. darling” he choked out with a sob, barely catching the proud smile that etched its way onto her face.

“Yes dear?” She said so, large eyes looking up at his with a return of that sultry tone.

“You are aware of what happens when a man…” he once again trailed off as she brought her other hand up to caress his sack.

“Is consumed by his desire?” She asked with a quirked eyebrow and he could only find it in him to aggressively nod, hands coming down to the sides of the tub, gripping tightly to hold himself together.

“Mess” he all but wheezed out, unable to form a coherent sentence as his mind was slipping.

“Then it’s a good thing we are already in the bath my Love… is that your way of saying… that you are close to coming undone?” She asked and he once again nodded, aggressively pulling his bottom lip under top row of teeth to keep from making loud sounds. Quickly shoving down the intensity of the feelings he had brewing under the surface, he was able to voice one last completed thought on her behalf,

“Where… I don’t want to make a mess of you” he wasn’t sure even if she had a suggestion if he’d be able to make it a reality in time as he could feel himself already leaking along her hand.

“I don’t mind a little mess every now and again” she spoke fiercely as their eyes crossed and he knew that he was done for.

“Love you -“ he said as he looked down in just enough time to help her angle is cock down preventing his cum from winding up in her hair or on her beautiful face. Despite his brutish desires to do so, he cared enough for her to no soil her soft cheeks or sweet smile with his body’s release. Instead he watched as it landed along her neck, sliding down her collar bones as her eyes widened in shock.

While she seemed prepared for the act through the words she spoke, the sudden sensation made her jolt up, torso rising from the water. Sebastian watched as his cum continued sliding down her bare chest, between the valley of her breasts, before finally falling into the water below her. Grunting out he continued to thrust into his hand and hers while watching as the last of his cum situated itself against her beautiful curves.

Shakily and out of breath he sunk back down, as he tried to regain his mental state from the pits of desire he’d fallen into. She watched him as he did so. His chest rising and falling, eyes screwed shut, face and body flushed, eyebrows turned in the similar manor he got when he was confused, lips parted. He looked stunning in the soft glow of the morning light while his body rode the aftershocks of his pleasure.

It wasn’t long before he looked at her again. Gone was the confidence as she shifted, almost scared to reach for the soap to clean herself. Sitting across from him he could see how absolutely vulnerable she looked, and while he didn’t believe she regretted her actions, he understood that these adult declarations of affection could be frightening.

Sensing her hesitation and shyness in the matter he leaned forward, quickly cupping her cheek with his clean hand and bringing her lips to meet his. His sudden movement made her slip unceremoniously into his waiting arms as her soiled chest pressed against his while their lips moved together. Quietly groaning into the kiss before pulling back despite the mild protest she had in her eyes.

Sebastian pushed the stray lock that had fallen from her crude bun and tucked it behind her ear, once again cradling her face as he asked her “that wasn’t too much was it? I didn’t..”

He wasn’t fully sure what he was asking but he knew that despite their improper acts he could still be respectful to her by making sure she was alright with what they had done.

“I have no regrets…” she said, deeply staring into his eyes as her hands wrapped around his waist, holding them together. “I admit… I enjoyed watching you experiencing euphoria” she spoke quietly as she softly scratched the skin of his lower back with her fingernails.

“I can say the same for you” he told her, his thumb tracing over her cheekbone. He brought his lips down to hers once more, for a slow kiss before finally pulling away.

“Let me clean you up Love… least I can do” he said grabbing the soap with a toothy grin.

“Are you in a rush to get out of here? My, my what have you done with my mischievous Sebastian?” She joked, allowing him to start rubbing the bar over her skin.

“I won’t lie… I am really looking forward to eating my weight in Tablet” he spoke candidly about his desire to consume excessive amounts of his favorite sweet, that he only got once a year.

“Eat too much and you’ll go soft” she joked, bringing a hand up to stroke his belly playfully as she imagined with a slightly more soft frame in contrast to his current muscular one.

“Trust me with you around, I will hardly ever be soft.”

***** ****** ******

“I am amazed at how quickly you’re able to do that” she said watching as Anne carefully wound the tartan material around her body with skill hands.

Not long after Sebastian and her found themselves dried off and in their plain clothes Anne sent Ominis to collect her brother in order to get them all dressed for the days festivities. Ominis grumped out something about how difficult wrapping a great kilt was and needing Sebastian’s assistance, so he bid her a gentle kiss upon her knuckles goodbye before exiting to join their blond friend.

It wasn’t long before Anne emerged rifling through a trunk and tossing out a mass of tartan fabric to the boys before collecting her own. Anne quickly set out, pulling the tailored skirt in their family’s pale green and blue plaid up her legs and tucking in her white blouse. It wasn’t long before she set out to wrap the shawl around her shoulders that matched.

“Does everyone wear that for the celebration?” She asked Anne, amazed at how the simple fabric looked elegant once the look was complete.

“Most of them yes. Ominis May not be Scottish but he participates with a less tailored kilt than my uncle and brother” Anne explained running a bruh through her knotted hair.

“And the colors are those varied or..?”

“Family’s usually have a very specific pattern and color that go back to the original clans. Our family’s is blue and green, others in the hamlet you’ll see are reds, yellows, purples, and all kinds of colors.” Anne offered the information as she continued on her hair.

“Should I wear the green dress to match you all?” She inquired, wondering what would be the most fitting for the day.

Anne ross, walking back to the trunk and collecting more material of the same print before walking over towards her. “This was our mothers earasaid, I thought you could wear it today. You’ll need to change into her underskirt to have underneath it, and I can help you with the rest but… would you?”

The sickly girl looked hopeful, asking her to outfit herself in the clothes of the twins departed mother. It felt like the highest honor but she still remained unsure how Sebastian would feel.

“While I am honored, will that not upset Sebastian if I were to wear this?” She asked, fingers delicately tracing over the material.

“Hardly. I imagine seeing you admits the rest of us wearing the Sallow family plaid will bring him great joy” Anne told her, hoping to convey the importance of such garments on days like today.

“Alright. Would you like me to help with your hair Anne? Plait it?” She asked, setting the fabric back on the bed as the sallow girl nodded.

“That would be lovely, thank you. Let us get you dressed first. All you need to do is change into this plain skirt and I shall start hand pleating this. Then I can help wrap it around you.”

The process was simpler than she thought as Anne managed to get the material ready moments after she stepped into the pale green skirt and tucked in her white blouse. It wasn’t long before Anne was walking around her, pulling the long wool material to drape effortlessly off her body, tightening it over her shoulders with a simple silver pin in the front.

“If you get too hot you may remove the pin and let it hang down more like an overskirt” Anne demonstrated by removing it, then replacing the way she had originally fitted the fabric.

She felt warm and comfortable bound in the plaid, as the chill of December was spilling in from the out doors. Stepping back to admire her work Anne nodded before sitting down on the bed to allow the other girl the chance to braid her brown locks.

The witch got to work, carefully twisting the girls hair into several smaller braids around her head. Once she was satisfied with them, she began to take them and wrap them around the length of Anne’s head like a crown, similar to the way the milk maids back home would wear theirs. As she went she pulled a few strands out to look more feminine and soft.

Looking over she found her wand, conjuring some small babies breathe flowers before weaving them into Anne’s hair. When she finished the girl squealed, delighted with the results.

Carefully she replicated part of the process on her own hair by the feeling of touch alone. She was used to doing her hair without the assistance of a mirror so she set out to braiding two small sections along the front of her hair before pulling them back, adding left over flowers to her hair before deciding leave the rest hanging down.

The two girls spent time making sure to give each other a few lingering touch ups to their appearance, attempting to look as perfect as possible before linking arms and strolling through the tents flap.

Through the other side they could hear Sebastian and Ominis arguing as they got ready.

“Hold still Ominis.” Sebastian said through gritted teeth as the girls eyed each other with a fit of giggles upon hearing their struggle.

“You are doing something wrong.” Ominis insisted

“How would you even know, you can’t see it!”

“I can feel a breeze where the wind ought not blow Sebastian!” Ominis yelled back in response as the girls giggles turned to full blown laughter

“Do you need help in here Sebastian?” Anne called out as their laughter died down

“No!” Both boys shouted as the girls decided to allow them privacy and step out into the morning air.

It had significantly warmed since Anne and Sebastian took their stroll, but still remained brisk.

“Might I speak freely for a moment?” The sick girl asked

“Of course Anne” she responded as they made their way through the village, watching as witches and wizards used their wands to set up for the days festivities.

“I am so thankful that Sebastian found you. I was.. quite worried when he returned to hogwarts this year. The way he was this summer, snapping at everyone, obsessively reading books, neglecting my uncles warning towards the dark arts. I feared… I feared we would loose him to a great deal of evil magic in his search to find me a cure. Knowing that he was to be alone with the exception of Ominis concerned me a great deal. When he returned home after only one week at school my uncle almost sent him back immediately fearing he’d be talking about a fix for this curse… but he didn’t. He immediately started going on and on about some witch who started as a 5th year who got sorted into Slytherin. How you knocked him on his arse in Hecat’s class. About the troll attack in Hogsmeade. For the first time in months he spoke to me not as his sickly sister, but as he used to.”

“Anne… I had no idea”

“I am sure in many ways this curse has changed me. But this curse also has changed my brother. You seem to be the only thing that is bringing him back. I understand that a cure may not be possible for this curse, but in many ways you’ve cured my brothers mind. You’ve brought him peace. You’ve brought him affection. I am thankful for that. I know Sebastian cares deeply for you, but I wish to share that I also care for you as well. From the kindness you’ve shown our family, the nurturing nature you have, it’s been so wonderful having you here. I hope one day I can have you as my sister.”

The girl didn’t fully know how to respond to the Sallow’s kind words. She was always scared that Anne may not take kindly to another woman becoming important in his life, but she seemed to have fully embraced her as family. Turning she carefully brought Anne into her arms in a hug, thankful for the candor spilling out. Thankful she’d found a loving family contrary to her obligations and duties and formality of the one back home.

“I would like that too Anne. I promise I will do all that I can to protect you from this curse, and protect your brother from going down a dark path.”

“Thank you. Truly.” Anne responded as the girls parted. As they did so, Solomon joined from where he’d been assisting in building the the structure for the bone fire taking place in the evening.

“Don’t you two look lovely? Where are your brother and Gaunt?” Solomon asked looking around for his nephew and the other boy.

“Probably still preening. Last I heard Ominis was fighting the kilt with Sebastian like a stray barn cat being forced into a sweater.” Anne responded with a laugh.

“Anne why don’t you both go wait in the house, since we’ll celebrate your birthday before we join festivities. We are almost done here and I shall rejoin soon” he suggested as they decided to take his advice.

Once inside Anne was delighted to see Solomon had set up a small amount of decorations for the Twins birthday, with 2 boxes of differing colors on the table next to food.

Reaching around to the small pouched shed attached to her hip, y/n took out two similarly wrapped packages placing the one for Anne next to the burgundy box knowing it was the girls favorite color. Repeating the same she placed the smaller wrapped parcel next to the brown one wrapped with black twine for Sebastian.

As she did so Anne gasped taking her hands “you did not have to get us anything”

“Of course I did.. you both are adults in the eyes of the ministry” she said sheepishly turning on her heels as she heard Ominis and Sebastian’s muffled voices and saw their blurred figures walk past the kitchen window.

Anne pulled her into her side as she said “truly your kindness knows no bounds”.

The door opened and Ominis stepped through, wand in the air as he tried to find Anne’s silhouette in the room. As he did Anne separated from her to walk over and stand near the blind boy. Straightening out the tops of the great kilt, adjusting the messy pleats her brother had managed carefully before collecting his empty hand is hers.

“You look very handsome Omi” as she rose to her tip toes, pressing a kiss into the porcelain skin of his cheek.

Watching as their friend turned pink at the open display of affection she couldn’t help but chuckle as he used his hands to feel around her handiwork on Anne’s hair.

The pair were so wholesome that she almost hadn’t noticed the way Sebastian stood off to the side, eyes widened and not blinking. Motionless he watched as she stepped closer apprehensively, brushing a palm over the plaid.

“I hope you don’t mind, Anne said I shou-“ she started speaking but was quickly silenced with a small yelp as his mouth claimed hers hungrily.

When Sebastian stepped through the door seeing her wearing his mothers old earasaid he truly became enthralled knowing she had allowed herself to be wrapped in his family’s tartan. In a way it was like she was accepting his family as hers. That alone made him feel more possessive than he should’ve given his twin and their friend were only a few feet away.

His hands were tightly wrapped around her small waist and against the side of her neck as he pulled her closer into him, her hands still resting on his biceps from the shock of his movements as his mouth continued to nip at hers with a more brutal force than he intended. Sliding his tongue into her mouth he kept going, no intension of stopping. Just as she was relaxing into his embrace a loud shout caused them to break apart, Sebastian accidentally biting her lip as they did so.

“WHAT IN MERLINS NAME IS GOING ON IN HERE?!” Solomon’s voice boomed throughout the house and Sebastian quickly whipped around expecting to see his uncle standing directly behind him. Instead he was surprised to see Anne in Ominis’s arms, his hand on her cheek as Solomon’s hand pressed down on the boys shoulder, effectively separating the pair.

“Uncle Solomon-“ Anne started but was stopped

“Not a word Annabel.” He spoke out scarily calmly as he drug Ominis to the center of the room before turning his attention towards Sebastian.

“Don’t think you’re weaseling your way out of this either.” He said dragging Sebastian off in a similar manor while the girls sought out the sides of the room together.

Both young men looked down ashamedly as the older man started to berate them.

“I expected this sort of behavior out of Sebastian, but Gaunt? I trusted you entirely. I’d left you alone in my home with my niece believing you to be a gentleman, so imagine my surprise to finding you both entangled in one another. How long has this been going on? How long have you been making a fool of me?” He spoke, shaking the boy by his shoulders as he pointed at Anne.

“Please Uncle Solomon, we planned to tell you this very afternoon. I promise. Any advancements have been made on my part, not Ominis’s. He has remained a gentleman.” Anne pleaded, hoping to convince her uncle of their situation.

“Gaunt is a man. He is responsible for keeping your whims, as his own, in check.” Solomon spoke.

“If I may-“ Sebastian cut in, trying to ease the tension but that only caused Solomon to turn to his nephew quickly.

“YOU may not. Especially considering the display of your tongue down her throat mere moments ago.” Solomon said, pointing at the other girl in the house. Sebastian nodded lowering his head.

“I will not have you being taken advantage of Anne, especially given your situation.” He said frustratingly tugging on his shirts cuffs as he released both boys.

“Ominis is not taking -“ Anne started but was once more interrupted

“You are not well enough to make those decisions!” He shot back, turning his anger to the girl.

“I am well enough to know that I desire to die having know what it was like to have loved, to have been loved! Do I not deserve that?” She all but shouted, voice firmly rising to meet her uncles tone.

Everyone stood there in shock, letting her words ring out as silence overtook them all.

Solomon sighed, fingers probing his temples and he looked around at the 4 teenagers all in various states of embarrassment, sorrow, and fear.

“Sebastian please refrain from displaying such affections to Miss y/l/n. I understand you care for each other a great deal, but you are not wed yet. Even if you were, I do not wish to watch them displayed in my home. Am I clear?” He said turning towards his nephew. Sebastian simply nodded, suddenly finding his shoes quite fascinating as he escaped his uncles wrath.

“Anne I am upset you felt the need to hide this- whatever it is - from me. I expect you both to keep whatever whims at bay until we come to some sort of arrangement.” He told his niece who slowly nodded as well.

“I understand you all to be adults or nearly adults, however there are rules you must abide by in my home and in general. Ominis I apologize for my outburst. I know my niece and nephew are usually the ones orchestrating such mischief, however do not let me catch you with your mouth on Anne again. You may hold her hand, you may escort her around, you may hold her close within reason, but I will not allow that level of affection to publicly to be shown again. Do I make myself clear?”

“Very sir. I apologize.” Ominis said shakily as Solomon finally turned towards her.

“Do know, I will not be afraid to castrate that boy if he lays another hand on you that openly again. I will not have little Sallows running around any time soon nor allow people to call you a harlot because of his actions.” He told her, alluding to the fact Sebastian and her were crossing lines and while she couldn’t deny that he was right, a small part of her also felt it not his business. Given the twins were old enough technically he wasn’t required to be their guardian. She nodded.

“So we are all in agreement. I will have no more of what I just witnessed. I understand you all to be at a part of your lives where it is difficult to… keep your hands to yourself, but please refrain from going too far or doing so with others around. I am not a fool. I know you all have probably entertained more in privacy… I just do not want Anne with child in her state nor having to return Miss y/n to her family unwed in the same situation. Now, can we all move on and pretend as if that did not occur?” He spoke putting the situation to rest as everyone agreed, taking a quiet seat at the table.

Solomon left the 4 temporarily, wandering out back to the storage they kept in the back yard, promptly returning to toss a book on the table before wandering into the kitchen to collect the rest of breakfast.

Sebastian grabbed the tome, reading the cover as the others curiously eyed him. Over his shoulder his witch could make out the words “A wizards guide to preventing procreation: An Abstinence Approach with practical knowledge” before she turned as bright red as he did. Sebastian quickly tucked the book into his jackets enchanted pocket for later.

Reaching under the table he intertwined his fingers with hers as they both watched the beginning of the Twin’s birthday festivities.

***** ***** ******

Anne happily skipped around in the bonnet she was gifted, with dirclaw feathers woven in for additional protective capabilities. Sebastian had yet to open any of the gifts laid before him, instead enjoying his sisters happy expressions.

“Are you going to see what you have Sebastian?” His twin questioned as she rejoined her seat at the table and he shrugged reaching for the one with his name written in the beautiful calligraphy of his witches handwriting.

As he felt around inside the box he lifted a silky feeling material from the confines. As he did so he saw the silver shimmer in the light. Confused he stood, letting it fall to the floor as its odd patterns shifted. It took him a moment before he realized what he was holding.

“There’s no way! This must’ve cost you a fortune!” He said draping the cloak over the back of his chair, lifting her in the air with a quiet squeak. He laughed as he spun her around until he caught Solomon’s warning eyes and set her back down.

“What is it?” Ominis asked curious without his sight.

Sebastian lifted it back up, wrapping the fabric around his body as he disappeared. Anne’s shocked face spoke volumes as her brother dropped the cloak once again.

“How on Merlin’s earth did you find a cloak of invisibility?” Solomon asked her

“I made it actually… Mr Moon cornered an actual demiguise and sent me to collect it. I returned it back to a safe location where I’ve been taking care of it. Eventually I saved enough hair to weave into fabric with Deek’s help.” She spoke as if the task was normal, but everyone else was left stunned.

“Well that’s… here Sebastian, I’m not really topping that am I?” Ominis questioned, handing him a new wand handle exactly like his current one to replace the worn wood.

“This is incredible. Thank you.” Sebastian said, once again dragging her into his side. Never could he have imagined to be in the possession of such a high value item. Invisibility cloaks were deeply sought after and expensive. If she hadn’t made it herself he debated selling it to purchase a ring for her, but given the hassle she’d gone through to craft such an item, he knew he’d never part with it.

Setting it back in the box he turned towards the brown paper wrapped package, opening it to find several documents as well as several pouches of galleons.

“That’s a decent enough portion of your inheritance to do with as you please”.

Solomon spoke with a knowing tone and Sebastian nodded, carefully tipping one of the pieces of parchment away from the girl next to him. Seeing what was detailed on the page he promptly returned it to the box to look at later. Realizing his uncle had laid enough research in to land in the surrounding area, as well as a ring maker up on the coast, made him happier than he realized. Knowing his uncle took time to make it easier for him was shocking to say the least.

Setting the lid back on the box he pushed it onto the center of his he table to resume their eating. He didn’t notice the way the woman next to him eyed the box curiously, wondering what all the pages of notes around the top could be, but she did briefly see the words “metal worker”, deciding to let the information go until later.

***** ***** *****

Bellies full, faces flushed from whiskey, and the cold Scottish air all met them with a welcome greeting as they danced around the fire with the rest of the hamlet. The Hogmanay celebrations had been underway since noon and everyone was happily taking part.

As the music faded away and everyone cheered, several men began work on finishing the preparation for the firework display. Sebastian stepped back, watching as Anne and his witch spoke together with hushed whispers before looking over at him by the firelight. The girl’s eyes looked up and down his figure hungrily as he raised an eyebrow.

Ominis had left a while ago to properly apologize to his uncle and from the way they were laughing now all seemed forgiven.

The girl made her wait to him, however as she did so, her foot caught a cobblestone and she fell forward with a laugh. He skillfully caught her, holding her upright as he adjusted the tartan around her shoulders from where it had fallen when she tripped.

“Careful now, don’t want you falling over me darling” he quipped

“Are you concerned about me looking up your kilt?” She asked, referring to the time he may have not-so-accidentally fell during one of their outings to get a glimpse up the skirt she had to borrow from Nerida after her trousers were ruined.

“Not in the slightest. If you wanna look I certainly won’t stop you.” He replied smugly, puffing his chest out as he brushed a small spec of lint off his jackets lapel.

“You are an utter delinquent. And a proud one at that” she laughed

“I make no attempts to hide who I am darling. I also do not deny how wonderful you look in Sallow green and blue” he said, lifting his hand to ask for hers. She relented, giving him her hand as he carefully spun her under his arm before caressing her knuckles with his thumb.

“Stunning.” He replied matter of factly , before looking back at the fire.

“I’m really going to miss Feldcroft” she said as they watched the hamlet dance and sing in celebration of the new year.

“We won’t be gone long. And we can visit any time you like” he tried to console her sad thoughts.

“Good. This place feels like home.” She said looking back at him as he smiled. Carefully making sure Solomon was distracted he pressed a quick kiss to her cheek before drawing her close.

“I’m glad you feel that way. I’d like to make this our home someday” he spoke with honestly.

“I’d like that very much.” She confirmed and pushed herself closer into his side as they saw the bright colors take to the sky.

He hummed out as she rested her head along his chest, both enjoying the artful display. Slowly he started loosing track of time. Having been awake for a long time, feeling content with a lovely woman in his arms and scotch in his belly he started to almost doze off standing up.

“Sebastian” he heard his uncles voice and he opened his eyes. Looking down he saw his uncles outstretched hands with an unopened bottle of scotch, some coal and a galleon.

“Why don’t you do it this year?“ Solomon said and he felt himself nodding, retrieving the items from his hand. He had never been allowed to take part in the tradition, his uncle doing it every year.

“Come along Lass, he’ll join us in a moment” Solomon said escorting the girl back inside as he stood watching as other men or the hamlet waited outside their doors. Grabbing his father’s golden pocket watch that was fastened to his coat he brought it out, watching as the time ticked closer to midnight.

He looked at the top seeing a portrait of his mother when she was much younger, before the twins were born. She looked radiant with her long dark hair waving in the breeze and her smile stretched wide. He heard cheers around him as several other wizards finally crossed their thresholds and he tucked the watch back inside before opening the door.

“Did anyone request a tall, dark haired, devilish handsome man?” Sebastian called out as he stepped through the door before shutting it behind him. As he did so he almost got teary eyed seeing the sight before him. His best friend standing next to his sister, their fingers wrapped together. His uncle holding out an empty glass, demanding a pour. And lastly in the middle of them all stood the love of his life.

Her smile radiated so brightly seeing him take part in a tradition explained to her only moments before. His mothers tartan wrapped around her frame, while she looked so beautiful in the fire light of their hearth. Seeing all his loved ones together and in one place, on a day so sacred to his family moved him. He couldn’t wait for more years as this one had been.

And as he brought the gifts inside, setting them down he could only thing of how utterly blessed he was that she had allowed him to bring her home for a Christmas with the Sallows.

To be continued in part 3….

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #anne sallow #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow x reader #fluff #sebastian sallow x slytherin!reader #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow/reader #ominis x anne #smut

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*crashes through the nearest door* WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT

Okay so it’s already established that big beefy chris is (in my universe at least) the sweetest little subby puppy ever. But y’know what subs do (other than be good for their Sirs)? They go into subspace. And can you imagine the first time Chis slips into subspace? Just Sebastian, who is riding him like he’s made for it, looking down and stopping, holding his sweet puppy’s face in his hand and cooing

“Oh, I’ve got such a good boy. You feelin’ a bit floaty right now, puppy?” And Chris nodding with glazed eyes and whimpering for his Sir to please keep going, he feels real good. So Sebastian does, much slower than be was originally, making Chris whine and pout. God, Sebastian’s gotta take a photo of him like this one day.

“A very pretty puppy, aren’t you, baby? Yeah, whose puppy are you? Whoever he is, he’s really lucky. Tell me, puppy, whose are you?” He croons, teasing him as he increases the pace, punching soft pants out of the man beneath him each time.

“Y-uh-Yours, Sir! ‘M your puppy!” Chris wails, words split between whines and whimpers in a way that makes Sebastian’s head spin.

Alternately, think about the aftercare. A sugary sweet Chris pliant in Sebastian’s lap, snuggles and kisses and the feeling of safety. Maybe it’s raining and Chris hears the sounds of rain hitting the roof accompanying his lovers praises.

“You were such a good puppy, Chris. So good, I’m so so proud of you. Can’t tell you how perfect you are, y’know why? It’s because I can’t put it into words.” And Chris just smiles wider, hugs Sebastian closer, and falls asleep knowing he’s loved.

I don’t have a problem I swear.

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You rn, lmao:

And me:

Don't fucking do this to me 😮‍💨😮‍💨

I cannot fucking process the thought of Chris lying back on their bed, his hands uselessly curled into fists by his head his legs spread just wide enough for Sebastian to straddle, bouncing on his cock, and all the while... all. the. while. Chris has this stupid, dreamy expression on his face. He's drowning in the pleasure of having Sebastian take what he wants from him, use him how he wants, getting him as deep and hard as possible. Then, Sebastian cups his jaw in his hands, and, Jesus Christ, there's not a damn thought there. His face is slack, eyes rolling to the back of his head, plush lips fallen complete open, heat high on his cheeks, spreading all the way to the tips of his ears and over his neck, sweat pooling in the hollow of his throat. He can't even swallow. He can barely gasp. He hardly shivers.

He wants to fuck up into the tight heat of Sebastian but he can't.

He can't.

It's too much. He can't even get his hands up off the bed, despite the fact that they're not even pinned in place. He's purely floating on all that pleasure. Blushing hot red and so hard and thick inside Sebastian, getting off hard on this despite Sebastian being the only one to ever draw out this side of him. Usually, he wants--he fucking revels in being able to fuck his partner just how they need, hard and fast or slow and heavy and make them shake and moan until they can't feel their legs, but Seb encourages him so sweetly and he feels so safe with him that he melts. Now, all the thoughts he has have left his head, and he's left a drooling, boneless mess.

God.

Problem? No, pfft, what? No problems here.

Did I have that gif saved to my phone? ...Maybe. (I don't remember if I made it or someone else did. My apologies if it is someone else's and I didn't credit it!)

#asks #alamiono #anon provided writing #rpf #real person fanfiction #evanstan #chris evans #sebastian stan #sub chris #dom sebastian #bottom sebastian #top chris #sillysickly

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High School Musical: The Musical: The Series season 4 is shaping up to be the show’s most nostalgic season yet, and PEOPLE has the exclusive First Look at the stars in character, including Joshua Bassett (Ricky), Sofia Wylie (Gina), Julia Lester (Ashlyn), Dara Reneé (Kourtney), Frankie Rodriguez (Carlos), Joe Serafini (Seb), Liamani Segura (Emmy) and more.

Following a transformative summer away at camp, the new season follows the East High students as they enter their senior year — and it doesn’t take long before the drama picks up, both on and off stage. As the students prepare to put on a stage production of High School Musical 3: Senior Year, their plans are quickly derailed when it’s announced that Disney is making the long-awaited High School Musical 4: The Reunion movie at their high school, and they'll all be playing featured extras.

When PEOPLE visited the HSMTMTS set last year, many of the stars teased that this season feels like a “full-circle” moment as many OG High School Musical stars make cameos, including Corbin Bleu, Monique Coleman, Lucas Grabeel, Bart Johnson, Alyson Reed and Kaycee Stroh.

“We've been manifesting it since day one and here we are four seasons later and we finally get to be with the OG Wildcat Group,” explains Lester, 23. “They embody the OG Wildcat spirit, we embody this new Wildcat spirit, and two groups blended together has been so wonderful.”

Bassett, 22, adds that it was especially moving to witness the OG HSM cast’s emotional response to returning to East High nearly 15 years after the final film wrapped. “It was really special to share that,” he says. “It was truly a beautiful thing and beyond what we were hoping for to have so many original people back.”

This season will also feature two new recurring cast members who stir things up for the East High students.

Descendants: The Rise of Red’s Kylie Cantrall plays social media star Dani, who sounds like an HSMTMTS take on Ashley Tisdale's Sharpay. “She likes the spotlight and when she wants something, she goes and gets it, even if it means stepping on people's toes a little bit,” teases Cantrall, 17.

Meanwhile, Doogie Kameāloha, M.D. star Matthew Sato joins the cast as a sitcom actor named Mack, who he says “develops a really interesting relationship” with Gina as the season progresses.

Naturally, this season will feature countless nods to the original HSM franchise with the music, storylines and even costumes. “It is so meta,” showrunner Tim Federle says of season 4. “It's like Inception with jazz hands at this point. I think there are Easter eggs in every episode.”

The major storylines in this season also draw inspiration from the third High School Musical movie, as many of the characters go on journeys of self-discovery in their final year at East High.

“We chose High School Musical 3 because they're literally graduating,” Federle says of the significance behind the students’ musical for this year. “Troy and Gabriela have these stories about being potentially pulled apart by circumstance and by growing up and that's exactly what Ricky and Gina are going through,” he adds of Bassett and Sofia Wylie’s characters, who share a passionate kiss at the end of season 3.

As for that season 3 cliffhanger, Bassett teases that fans will continue to see the “aftermath” of that relationship in the upcoming season. “They're both really nervous about getting it right,” he says of Ricky and Gina. “It’s fun to see [them] in this light and actually see them in a healthy relationship because I think both of them have had pretty not great relationships.”

Relationship drama and big decisions are key themes in season 4 as the characters prepare to graduate high school. “Kourtney is going through these massive decisions about wanting it all as a college student,” teases Federle, 43. “Ashlyn goes on a journey where she discovers her own queerdom in the series.”

“Those are all things we're able to address in a way that I think celebrates the original franchise but puts a stamp on it in our own way,” Federle adds.

As for what Federle hopes the show’s final stamp will be? The importance of community. “In the streaming era, there's something real about the phrase ‘It's now or never,’” he explains. “[To] still be on the air after four seasons is a blessing alone.”

“I hope what people take away [from the series] is that in a mean, mean world, it's really important to find your people who have your back,” he adds. “The world is mean enough, and there are certain pockets of the world that you can find your people and soar and not apologize for who you are.”

He continues, “That goes for our audience, and that goes for these characters and ultimately, it goes for the real-life cast, hoping from me that they carry this with them for the rest of their lives. That they had a place to go that was safe and where they were celebrated for all of their colors.”

“This was my first TV show,” he adds. “And what I promised Disney was that if they let me hire real theater kids, they wouldn't let me down. I'm so proud of them because when the world beats them up, they still show up for me and for each other.”

#hsmtmts #articles #s4 #long post

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I'm finally here with the second addition to the depressed Seb au, something like a second chapter to In Sickness and In Health (but it's not a multi-chapter story, I just wanna show you some parts of Seb's journey of healing). ❤

In this story you can read about Seb's first day at home after being in hospital for weeks. It's almost right after where we left them in the original/previous story (link in the paragraph above this, I advise you to read it too because it can help to understand this).

Also, we're now a little late to my first anniversary of being in this fandom but I'd like to thank you for the support you've been giving me since I'm here. I'm really grateful for it, especially for the reblogs on my drawings and stories but for everything else as well. ❤

Seb/Kimi • 2106 words • major depression • past malnutrition • mentions of meds • description of food and struggling with eating • healing journey • being at home again is not easy for Seb • supportive Kimi • established relationship • comfort • one step at a time (they're gonna be okay) • Ao3 link

Sebastian stood in the middle of the living room, looking around at the long-time-not-seen house of theirs. Nothing changed. The couch was still there, the television and the bookshelf too, as well as all the other things. Sebastian wasn’t sure if it was a good or a bad thing. Maybe… Maybe he just had gotten used to the hospital and needed time to get used to being at home again. Maybe. But that was certain that arriving home didn’t bring the happiness he had expected.

“Welcome home, darling,” Kimi said with a soft smile on his face as he stood next to Seb after putting his bags on the couch.

Sebastian didn't say anything, just walked to the bedroom and stopped in the doorway like there was something stopping him. But there wasn't. At least not physically.

The bedroom was the same, too, the bed was the same, in the same position, everything was the same. Same. Same. Same. He couldn't go in; his mind and body didn't let him. His breathing quickened alongside his pulse, and he had to hold on to the jamb because he felt like he was gonna have a panic attack. Please no. Not now.

“Seb,” Kimi called him, “tell me, what are you feeling now? Do you need to sit down?”

Seb nodded and slowly took a few steps back and sat down on the couch.

“I can't... I can't go in,” Seb tried to say while taking a few deep breaths to calm his racing heart down. There was no need to panic. He was finally home, Kimi was there with him, and everything was going to be alright.

“You don't have to,” Kimi said, simply. He knew Seb needed time and he didn't want to put any pressure on him when he just arrived home after spending weeks in the hospital.

“I want to.”

“I can move the bed if that helps,” Kimi offered, looking at Seb's face, trying to read his expressions. It seemed like he was scared and unsure. “And you can sleep on my side,” Kimi added. “I've already changed the sheets, the bed is clean and ready for us to sleep in. But we can use the guest room if that's better. Or... You can use it if you want to sleep alone.”

“I want to sleep with you,” Seb looked at Kimi for a moment, “It's just... That bed...”

“I know,” Kimi nodded. That bed... Needed to go. Kimi silently blamed himself for not getting rid of it already. “One step at a time, darling. You've just arrived home after all those hard weeks. Now just try to get used to being here again, alright? You can think about where to sleep later, too, no need to worry about it now. We have plenty of time and you’re the one in control.

“Thank you,” Seb looked at him and a soft smile appeared on his face as he reached out to touch Kimi's hand. He needed Kimi's touch but he didn't want to rush things, he still needed time to get back to the intimacy. The meds help but it's a long process. Kimi looked at the hand on his hand and then at Seb. Seb nodded so Kimi gently touched his hand, not doing anything else, only keeping his hand on Seb's. It was only a few seconds but Kimi was proud of Seb for it. He knew the hug at the hospital was a big step so he didn't expect anything else for the day but Seb still tried and tried and it was nice to see.

“We should eat something,” Kimi suggested after Seb pulled his hand back, “Lunch was your last meal, it's now time to have a snack or something.”

Sebastian's dietician made a meal plan for him, and Kimi knew it was important to stick to it when they arrived home because that way Seb could heal easier. Following a good daily routine helped Seb at the hospital so Kimi decided to stick to it. And since there weren't any nurses with them, it was now Kimi's job to take care of all the important things; Seb’s meals, meds, walks.

“Just a little snack,” Seb said, heading to the kitchen. He knew he needed to eat but there were times when it wasn't that easy. But for Kimi, he tried. Kimi saved him, he’ll always try for him.

“I prepared some things for you; you can find them in the fridge.”

Seb opened the fridge but the sight in front of him made him close it instantly and just stand there with a lump in his throat. When he looked around, his eyes locked with Kimi's. Shit. He had to find a way to get out of this situation.

“What's wrong?” Kimi asked, coming closer, making it impossible for Seb to escape. “Would you like something else?”

“No, it's just...” Seb tried to find the right word without hurting Kimi, “Too many options,” he said, finally, looking at the ground because he felt like he didn't appreciate Kimi enough when he tried this hard to take care of him and help him.

“Hey,” Kimi said, “It's okay, darling. Would that help if I gave you two options you can choose from? Like in the hospital in the last two weeks. Or only one option is better for now?”

When Seb got into the hospital, there was only one food option for him as they were working on getting his body used to the food again, and after a few weeks, it became two for almost every meal so he could choose which one he wanted to eat.

“Two is good. Sorry.”

“It's okay.”

“Can we watch a movie?”

“Of course,” Kimi nodded, trying not to make his happiness visible because he didn’t want to make Seb uncomfortable by making a big deal out of watching a movie. Even though it was a big deal for Kimi because the last time they’d watched a movie was back then when there were no signs of Seb’s depression. “You can choose the movie and, in the meantime, I’ll prepare the food.”

“Thank you.”

***

“So, fruit salad or sandwich?” Kimi asked while maneuvering the bowl and the plate to the coffee table in front of the couch. Seb looked at them. A bowl, almost full of fruit or two sandwiches. The sandwiches looked delicious, there were salad, ham, butter, and tomato in them but they were too big and looked dry because of the toast. The fruit salad contained kiwi, tangerine, pomegranate, pear, and apple in small pieces. There were some not-so-good textures but it still was better than the sandwich.

“Fruit salad, please.”

“Here you are,” Kimi handed him the bowl and then sat next to him on the couch, with the sandwich plate on his thighs. “So, what are we gonna watch?” he asked, taking a look at the tv.

“I know I said movie but I found a series and it looks interesting so if you’re okay w—”

“What is it about?” Kimi asked, smiling, because he was happy Seb found a series to watch so hopefully this movie afternoon won’t be their only one.

“It’s about a gay schoolboy who falls in love with his classmate. It’s based on a comic. It sounds like a light story; I think it’s good for us now.”

“Yeah,” Kimi agreed, “Sounds good, let’s watch it.”

Sebastian started the series and then looked at his food. Maybe it was a bit too much. Too many fruits.

“You don’t have to eat everything,” Kimi said, with a reassuring smile, “only the ones you like, okay?”

“Okay,” Seb nodded, choosing a piece of apple as the first one, “Sorry.”

“No need to,” Kimi whispered, caressing Seb’s upper arm. “It’s still a long way to the finish line, darling, but we’ll get there, I’m sure.”

After this, both of them started to eat while watching the first episode of the series. Kimi finished his sandwiches in a few minutes, leaving the plate on the coffee table. Seb, on the other hand, was struggling a bit but he didn’t want to give up. The apple was delicious and the pear too, so he ate those first. The kiwi was awful, he had to leave them all at the bottom of the bowl with the pomegranate seeds.

Kimi didn’t say anything, he just glanced at him a few times during the episode to check if he was still eating. Pride filled his heart when he saw the bowl was half empty and Seb was still eating, this time the tangerines. He was slow but he kept going. Kimi wanted to give a kiss to him and whisper something in his ear but he knew he needed to stay calm because overwhelming Seb would make the opposite of what they wanted to achieve. He’s happy for every little step Seb takes but he needs to keep it to himself so Seb could feel normal again.

They were about ten minutes in the second episode when Seb put the bowl on the coffee table. There were only kiwis and pomegranate seeds left in it. He couldn’t eat them because of the texture and also because he was already full.

“Would you like something to drink?” Kimi asked but Seb shook his head, so they continued watching the two boys’ friendship slowly turning into love.

Seb wasn’t really there mentally as Kimi noticed. He looked at the tv sometimes but most of the time he was fidgeting with his bracelet while his eyelids started to lower. The next thing Kimi noticed was Seb’s head falling on his shoulder.

“S-Sorry,” Seb mumbled when he noticed what happened. Kimi smiled and ran his hand through Seb’s golden curls.

“It’s okay,” Kimi said, “Come here, I know a more comfortable position,” he said while putting a pillow at the end of the couch. “You used to like lying on top of me, so if you still like it…”

“We can try it,” Seb nodded, smiling softly, and got up from the couch so Kimi could lie down, and then climbed on top of him. Wasn’t an easy thing to do but in the end, he managed to find the right position for himself and for both of their legs. Maybe a couch is not the most ideal place for two grown men to lie on at the same time but at that moment it didn’t matter.

“Can I touch your hair or your back?” Kimi asked when Seb put his head on Kimi’s chest and closed his eyes.

“Yes, you can,” Seb murmured, trying to relax. He needed Kimi’s touch but he wanted it slowly, without crossing boundaries that came to the picture with Seb’s depression. Being close to Kimi again after those months helped him to sleep in the hospital so maybe it could help now too.

“Sleep well, darling,” Kimi murmured as he started caressing Seb’s back, slowly, following the same pattern to help him relax and drift off. It wasn’t long before Kimi noticed Seb’s slow and even breathing, the one that shows he was asleep. Seb was holding on to Kimi’s upper arm like he was scared Kimi would leave him alone. Not that Kimi wanted to do that. He would never leave Seb alone. He loves him, no matter what.

When it was sure Seb was asleep, Kimi covered him with a blanket that was on the top of the couch. When everything was done and the blanket was covering Seb everywhere from his neck to his toes, giving him the much-needed comfort, was the time when Kimi decided to nap for a bit too. He knew his back would be dead if he slept there but, to be honest, the only thing he cared about was his lover on top of him, sleeping peacefully; a calm moment after all the storms of the last few weeks, even months. Therapy sessions, arguments, struggles with the food he was supposed to eat, and long nights filled with crying; it wasn’t easy. It’s never easy but now there’s always light at the end of the tunnel.

The winter slowly turned into spring, the birds started to chirp and the sun started showing its rays again. People say the sun helps when you’re sad or feel down. Maybe a walk outside in the sunshine could help, Kimi thought before drifting off as well.

Maybe the sunshine will help his Sunshine to find himself again.

It definitely will, he was sure of it. He knew someone that could help with it.

Next time Daniel's gonna go on a walk with Seb and then he'll have a coversation with Kimi.

Also, don't forget that you can always ask about this story (or any stories of mine) and I'll either write a little something about the topic or just answer your question. 😊 This story/universe is very important to me and I love talking about it so yeah, don't be afraid to ask/talk about it in an ask or something if you want to. ❤

#simi #depressed seb au #in sickness and in health #my writing #sebastian vettel #kimi räikkönen #formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 #seb/kimi

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nenestansunsthings · 1 year

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I've been wondering about Eun's scars! What happened that caused so much scarring in her body? And were all the scars gained in one incident or did they just accumulate through the years? No need to answer if you don't want to

OMG HI I WOULD LOVE TO ANSWER!!!!

the eun scars!!!! she has so many because of one prolonged incident-- the diyosa incident, in which she and 36 others were trapped inside another dimension by a reality bender that had become afraid of them

euns setting is an scp foundation esque place, the dnp institute, where anomalous beings are taken in or found and their powers are managed or theyre taught to control it in some way, with the aim of reintegrating them into society! they uh. they kind of. scared the reality bender, sena, a lot by complete accident, and after weeks of prolonged stress for everyone involved sena snapped and dragged them all into that alternate dimension

the scars are all from senas attempts to hurt her, or torture her in some way-- theres several ive drawn in other illustrations that look like rings segmenting parts of her arms and waist? yeah those are from where sena sliced her arm off in several places

eun was the only survivor of the diyosa incident! well technically seb kind of is, hes got some weird merged together identity thing going on i cant explain the origin of because other people i rp with follow my blog and its secret, but. all of the other 36 people in the diyosa incident were killed by sena, and in the end eun killed her and in doing so destroyed that dimension and was returned to her own!

i try to keep them all consistent but theres So Many the thought of drawing a scar map overwhelms me jghskdjw. so likely only the bigger ones will be consistent and everything else is a little iffy between illustrations

#ocremie #sun art #suns ocs

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Prince Jenson of Somerset

+ process & lore

Yayyyyy omg finally have drawn portraits of the four main characters!!!! I'll show the process of Jenson's first and then them all four together. Though it's a shame the Seb/Fernando ones are older, I think it's hopefully obvious how much I've improved since November?

Look at him in all his handsome, princely glory 🥹 It's funny, I'm always happy with the second sketch and initial lineart, and then I start coloring it and I absolutely hate it, and it takes a significant amount of time into the painting for me to like it again. And then I reach a certain point and I'm in love with it again. Ugh though I gotta say, I love drawing the curls, it's just so 18th century, but at the same point, man I always will love my original lineart for the hair the best ah. Also yes I absolutely had to give him a big ass hat with feathers, he really is that kinda guy to me. I originally drew a bicorne and then realized that those don't really exist until basically almost a century later oops, so tricorne it is!!

Okay now omg look at them all together 🥹

Haha wow I have improved a lot! Just like the Seb/Fernando ones, Mark and Jense's were meant to be put together. I think there's a lot of inherent characterization in their poses that highlight the difference between them. Mark is looking up, very wistful, looking up to greater people, greater things. Jenson's head is tilted down, almost looking at the viewer, he is very satisfied with his role and revels in it, he's here to slay!

Okay, yes, lore, characterization, sorry that it is so far down on the post!!

Jense would probably be the fan favorite if this AU was an actual book or show or something. He's the guy you randomly find while browsing Wikipedia and you're like, woah this guy is so cool??? Unlike Sebmarknando, he doesn't really have the same level of angst, he's kinda just chilling. He's a bit harder to write a lore post about, because he's basically that character who is always magically around the corner, ready to witness some crazy thing and just breeze past it.

He is less linked to Seb than people like Mark and Fernando, because he's basically just his personal minister of transportation(read: horse fucker), so he avoids a lot of the relationship complications and drama, but that isn't to say he's completely uninvolved. He really likes Seb, and loves to hang around with him and serve him, but he's not as beholden to him. He's who everyone goes to air their grievances or to get away from the others, and he's very happy with this role. He's generally willing to play any side in an argument, but does tend to have a pretty big soft spot for Seb overall(Seb also gives him cuteness aggression, and he wants to bite him. Especially when Seb puffs himself up and acts super bratty when he gets offended at not being seen as a proper ruler.)

He's royalty from other kingdom, but pledged his loyalty to Seb's kingdom when he was quite young and has served him(his father first) ever since. He started off somewhat low in the military, rose to a pretty high rank, was a renowed war hero, and then ended up retiring pretty early to tend to Seb's horses. That's an oversimplification, but yeah. He liked the military life, was very good at it, but decided he had done enough, and wanted to be involved in more direct service, albeit more laid back. As I mentioned in Mark's post, Mark *really* doesn't understand his choice to do this, because if Mark had been in Jense's position, he can't ever imagine being able to let all that go and living the quiet life.

He is the palace whore, everyone has been with him honestly. It'll be like, some man walks into his bedroom, only to see Jenson in bed with his wife, but instead of being angry, he's like "wow you couldn't even wait for me??" He's just very carefree, and happy to just slut around and tend to Seb's horses.

I think he definitely still advises Seb, and would go to battle if truly need be, but generally seems to be living in a different world than the weird psychosexual homoerotic political drama that the others seem to be living in. But as I said, it's not like he doesn't contribute to it! He loves to goad Fernando, and constantly plays devil's advocate in "debates" between Fernando and Seb. He's also obviously the one that keep "accidentally" locking them in rooms and forgetting where the key is.

Sorry if this isn't very explanatory, I hope it gives a general idea to the type of character he is???? As always, let me know if you have any questions! I kinda struggled on what to write here because I'm finishing this at almost 8 am 😭 so I'm not sure if it's great or not. But basically you need to know: horse fucker who is generally breezy and carefree but also can be a bit of a menace to society every once in a while.

#YAYAAAAAAA PRETTY HAPPY WITH THIS ONE!!!!#lmfao tho not 100% sure about the lore notes because i wrote this at like 8 am #hope its understandable 😭 and that you love jense as much I do #hes probably the funniest character in the AU #and like if it wasn't centered on seb/nando he would be the favorite #hes just often there as my kinda reaction character #tho both he and Mark are reaction characters but on opposite sides of the scale and they play off each other #jenson walks into a room where sebnando are psychosexually glaring at each other from across the room #and hes like hmmm how can i make this worse #and mark is the type to walk into the room. see whats going on. and briskly walk away #so jense absolutely loves to tease him w this kinda thing and just make any situation 100x worse(aka funnier)#well funnier for him probably not the other people involved #but its okay bcs they love him. hes jense!!! who wouldn't love him!! hes our favorite guy!! our jense!!!#I just love to imagine he gets all the sides of the gossip and is like hmm yes yes interesting #but doesnt use it for scheming or evil but rather just to tease and be annoying and make everyone blush :)#okay well anyways wow im not really discussing the art itslef sorry!!!@#I think he looks so handsome pretty in this 🥺#hes pretty difficult to draw but i think it came together when i gave him freckles tbh #i hope he gives off carefree but seductive but laidback prince 🙏🙏#f1 #formula 1 #jenson button #catie.art.#boy king au #*not sure about his title officially yet. i mean hes from somerset but yeah idk its okay

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pleaseeee IF you are up for it, i would DIE for more of the pub quiz au (doesn't even have to be sebchal tbh!! just in love w that concept in general)

I AM AT YOUR SERVICE MY LIEGE

I’ve been thinking a lot about The Concept of Jenson Button (??) so have some Little Red McLaren Origin Story content, or, How Seb Joined the Pub Quiz Team.

the HAPPIEST of birthdays to you, thank you for your kindness and your lovely lovely contributions to the Internet! I basically just let my brain go brrrr with no speed limits or seatbelts which was lots of fun, so I hope you enjoy reading it!

2010

Lewis calls Jenson, like, an hour before Thursday Night Trivia is set to start, which is a bad sign.

“Ok, Jense, don’t get mad,” he says immediately when Jenson picks up, which is a worse one.

“Talk to me, Hamilton,” Jenson says into his bluetooth headset, mentally still half in consultant-mode, as he hypes himself up for another set of lat pulldowns. He’s got twenty minutes to finish this workout, twenty minutes to take a shower and do his hair, and twenty minutes to make it to O’Masi’s. Whatever problem Lewis needs him to solve is gonna have to get multitasked.

“I broke up with Nico,” Lewis says, which, thank god, finally. Jenson couldn’t take another night out that turned into Lewis and Nico fighting quietly in their own incomprehensibly coded language. But also, fuck, that means Daddy’s Mercedes is probably now one man short for TNT. Jenson just hopes Lewis is the one they get to keep.

“Which one of you gets pub quiz in the divorce?” Jenson asks, trying to interject some levity with his phrasing as he switches to tricep kickbacks.

“I do,” Lewis replies. “Which I guess is fair, since he’s only claiming, I don’t know, our entire friend group from college.”

“Hey, you don’t need college friends when you’ve got coworkers,” Jenson tells him, even though he and Mark have been best friends since freshman year fraternity rush at Tufts. “You can just borrow theirs,” he adds, groaning as his muscles hit the edge of their capacity.

“That’s not helping, man,” Lewis says, but Jenson can tell it is. “What would help is you figuring out who the hell we can replace Nico with on such short notice.”

“Why is this a me problem?” Jenson asks, even though he knows why as soon as he’s said it-- because when you exclude all of Nico’s friends, everyone in the city that Lewis knows, Jenson also knows, but not vice versa.

“Because, as previously established, I’m a little low on friends right now,” Lewis says. He sounds despondent.

“Don’t worry, babygirl, I’ve got you,” Jenson reassures him. “Hey, look at the bright side though.” Last up are squats, and then he’ll do one more round of the whole cycle, and then he’ll be done, and they can finally go fuck up some motherfuckers at trivia.

“Sure Jense, tell me what the fuck the bright side is to getting cheated on by your boyfriend of six years,” Lewis retorts.

Between this breakup and the week Jenson’s had at work, they’re definitely gonna have to win tonight. And/or get obliterated. Preferably and.

“We can finally change the team’s dumb fucking name,” Jenson says, laughing, then presses the button on his headset to end the call.

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Jenson spends his last set working through his phone and drawing blank after blank. Everyone’s either already busy, as if they have somewhere cooler to be at 8:30 on a Thursday night, or flat-out said they think pub quiz is lame, which, fuck them, pub quiz rules. It’s basically a drinking contest with a trivia component, what more can you want after a long day of slide decks?

“Marky Mark,” he whines into the phone, once he’s back in his apartment and stripping off his sweat-soaked workout clothes. “We’ve got a problem.” He cranks the shower knob all the way to the right, waits for it to heat up.

“What did I tell you about calling me when you’re about to shower?” Mark says, and Jenson can’t help laughing.

“You said, and I quote, next time you call me when you’re clearly naked just go all the way and Facetime me, daaaahling. But I don’t know where you are, you could be on the subway already!”

“You should be on the subway already if you don’t wanna be late,” Mark teases, then his voice turns serious. “But what’s the problem?”

“We’re down a teammate for pub quiz.”

“Lewis and Nico...” Mark asks, without asking.

“Finally,” Jenson confirms. “Don’t make a big thing of it, though. Just help me replace Nico. Do you know anyone smart? Smarter than you, ideally, but beggars can’t be choosers, so...”

“You wound me, JB,” Mark replies. He’s quiet for a moment. Jenson hears him opening and closing his mouth a few times before he finally speaks. “Ok, I do have an idea, but you gotta be chill about it... if I don’t make a big thing of Lewis and Nico breaking up, can you not make a big thing of this?”

“Depends on what this is,” Jenson says. He sticks his hand in the water and then pulls it back out reflexively, the skin already turning red. He cranks the knob back towards the left to let more cold in.

“You know the guy I’ve been fucking? The surprisingly flexible kid I met on grindr?”

“In theory but not in practice,” Jenson quips. “Why, you think he’d be any good at pub quiz?”

Mark laughs. “Yeah,” he says, his voice soft in a way Jenson has never heard it sound before. “I think he’d be pretty damn good.”

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The grindr kid’s name is Sebastian. (”Like the lobster from The Little Mermaid?” / “He’s a crab.” / “I’m taking that one as a yes, kiddo.” / “See, this is why I usually just go by Seb.”) He’s 23 and scrawny, all floppy blonde hair and too-big polo shirt. And the first thing he does when he shows up is order them all a round of fucking jägerbombs.

To be fair, they’ve got three minutes to decide on a new team name, since Nico had been the one with the Daddy with the Mercedes in the first place, so jäger and redbull might just be exactly what they need to get the creative juices flowing.

“I liked the car theme,” Mark says, which is so painfully conventionally masculine it’s almost cute.

“You liked the dissonance of the masculinity of the car contrasting with the femininity of calling somebody daddy,” Lewis corrects him.

“Is there something feminine about calling people daddy now?” Jenson asks, and Seb snickers and says, “if there is, don’t tell Mark.”

Jenson snorts half his beer up his nose laughing. He might like this kid.

“Ok, focus, guys,” Mark says, blushing. “We need a different car brand. What else is expensive?”

“McLaren?” Lewis suggests. “Fits the whole Irish pub theme too.”

Seb looks around him, clearly confused. Jenson can’t blame him, since the place is a mess of green and orange and red, Italian and Irish flags everywhere, Guinness on draft and mama’s lasagna on the menu.

“Yeah, I know,” Jenson tells him. “Just roll with it, Michael tends to dock points in pub quiz if you question the theme of the place.”

“The lasagna’s not half bad, though,” Mark adds, putting his hand on Seb’s knee reassuringly. Gross. Lewis and Nico had been bad enough, but the way Mark and Seb walked in, Seb tucked protectively under Mark’s arm and looking up at him adoringly with those big baby-blue eyes, had practically made Jenson want to puke.

“Ok, I’m taking the lack of opposition as agreement, we need a surprisingly feminine twist on a McLaren,” Lewis says, calling them all back to attention.

They don’t actually need to change the team name-- it’s not like you need to register them consistently, and they’re some of the only people who bother showing up every week anyway-- but if Lewis needs a new team name to mark a clean break from Nico, they’ll give him a new team name, no questions asked.

“What about-- you know, like the Prince song, Little Red Corvette, but a McLaren instead,” Seb suggests. “The Little Red McLaren’s?”

They all turn to look at Seb, surprised, and Jenson sees his eyes go wide and his cheeks go pink from the attention, like a fairytale princess, his mouth rounding into a perfect circle. Fuck. Maybe Mark will be down to share, sometime, if he asks nicely.

They all look from Seb to Jenson then, like it’s on him to approve the name, like he’s the one calling the shots. And maybe, though he’s never thought of it that way, he is.

Until tonight, they’d been a set of matched pairs-- Jenson and Mark, Lewis and Nico, two coworkers each with their best friend from college. Not like he and Mark are anything like Lewis and Nico had been, of course. They've never fought and rarely fucked, and have kept things on a strictly friendly level, emotionally, which might explain why they're the ones still sitting here together, while Lewis and Nico have crashed and burned.

With Nico out of the picture, Jenson feels the gravity of the whole pub quiz thing shifting towards him. Now, they’re a team of him, his best friend, his coworker, and his best friend’s new squeeze. It’s on him to make that work.

“I love it,” he says, raising his beer up to Seb’s. The rest of the group follows suit. “To the Little Red McLaren’s!” they toast, and then Michael flicks the lights on and off five times, the sign that the competition is starting.

---

It turns out that Seb is more than just pretty damn good at pub quiz.

He’s breathtaking.

They win that night by so much that Michael pulls out tiny glasses and treats them to a bottle of his homemade 60 proof limoncello to celebrate, and then they drink so much limoncello that they end up commandeering the jukebox, for hours, until Michael declares last call for drinks and classic rock both, and they put on “American Pie” and stand there in a circle, arms around each other-- Jenson-Mark-Seb-Lewis-Jenson -- swaying to the music and singing along.

“Is it always like this?” he hears Seb ask Mark, in what’s clearly meant to be a whisper, and Mark presses a kiss to the top of Seb’s head and says, “Stick around, baby, and I think it might be.”

Jenson feels his stomach drop, and for a second he wonders if he's had too much limoncello, if he's going to be sick. And then Mark's left hand, the one draped over him, catches hold of his shoulder for a moment, and squeezes, and the room stops spinning.

#happy birthday!!!!#warriorbarnes #quick fics #pub quiz au #martian #jenson / mark #brocedes

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HSMTMTS 2x12 Review

Second Chances was a lacklustre finale for an uneven season. Let’s dig in!

Earlier this week I re-watched S1 in preparation for the S2 finale and the contrast between the two seasons is jarring. In almost every way S2 has been worse and after seeing this finale I’m less optimistic that Tim will be able to fix the long list of things that have gone wrong. Tim has said in some of his interviews today that pretty much all of S2 was written before the pandemic and that they didn’t have to do as much re-writing as people might think due to the stringent safety measures Disney put in place. Of course, that removes an excuse for the bad writing we’ve seen so much of this season as according to Tim what we saw of S2 is largely what he envisioned minus big crowds and background dancers.

Across his many interviews today, the one consistent point is that Tim does not have any real plans for future seasons; things like Ricky’s endgame he hasn’t decided on and he can’t even guarantee the summer season the finale sets up due to the weather in Salt Lake. I do think a S3 is an almost certainty given the show’s popularity but I’ll take Tim at his word that he truly doesn’t know if they’ll be renewed since it seems to be a new Disney tradition to wait until seasons are done airing before making a renewal decision (the same thing happened for the popular and well received Mighty Ducks: Game Changers which got a silent renewal only after all of S1 aired). That being said as poor of a season finale as Second Chances is it is also a terrible potential series finale. In large part it goes back to his lack of planning, he wants to keep all options open but in doing so Tim is crippling the show’s ability to deliver any pay offs or tie up loose ends.

The one mostly well done plot line this season was Portwell which got a happy ending tonight as they canoned. The only good thing about the big brother angst was that it was so insane that it had to be addressed and sure enough it was and Gina got her first kiss with a guy she really liked. If Tim is to be believed the reason we didn’t get an on screen Portwell kiss was not because of their age difference or covid concerns but because he felt that everyone’s first kiss was different so he wanted it off screen so viewers could fill in the blanks themselves. Tim’s line of reasoning is profoundly stupid. Imagine if they had Jamie show up and he and Gina talked off screen and Tim tried to claim that because everyone has a different relationship with their own siblings that he wanted the audience to fill in the blanks as to how their conversation went!

Still we saw great character development on Gina and EJ’s part as both really grew from the people they were in S1. As Tim noted, EJ bringing Gina back in 1x10 was kind of the set up for this story line. The only thing missing was a brief Portwell scene sometime in eps 2x01-2x04 to set them up. The consistent development they got from 2x05-2x12 is unlike any other ship on the show; only Rini exceeds their development.

Unfortunately I don’t think that will last in S3 because Tim will always favour Ricky over EJ and if he wants to do Rina he’ll dispose of Portwell before doing so. I was surprised that they never bothered to have Ricky and Gina have a conversation about Gina’s S1 confession. It was a huge mistake to have Gina pine over Ricky for half the season and it was no surprise that Gina’s story line got instantly better once she stopped interacting with Ricky. Tim has made clear in interviews that he’s still interested in the possibility of Rina which makes his poor writing of them even more bizarre. What conclusions are the audience supposed to draw from the Rina story line this season? That Ricky never cared that much about Gina? That it’s totally fine for the show if they don’t interact for 6 eps in a row? That Gina has moved on? I’ve said before that a wiser man than Tim would recognize that doing both Portwell and Rina will do tremendous damage to the show and he should pick one and not do the other. Of course he’s not that smart but it is wild how he’s accidentally written their story line to make for a perfect end to Rina.

Second Chances was great and is the only part of the finale that would have been well suited to being part of a potential series finale.

The Rini closure was a sad inverse of their S1 opening night confession. They’ve fallen so far from being the it couple of the series and I fear Tim doesn’t actually know what to do with them now. He really needs to decide if he’s tearing down that treehouse for real.

The less said about the Valentine’s chocolates the better but at least Gina and Nini are cool again and Nini can explore her budding music career with Jamie’s help. Tim repeatedly said in interviews that the scripts about Nini’s music career were all written before Driver’s License came out and I think he understands that the audience is just going to see the show as copying from Olivia’s life.

The wildcats just deciding to drop out of the Menkies was a lame cop out. Tim has said he always meant for that to happen though they were originally going to compete at the Menkies then drop out (presumably that’s where we would have heard Lily singing Home). Somebody should have mentioned the $50 000 prize money which the East High theatre department could surely use after Miss Jenn and Mr. Mazzara burned it down (remember that story line that had no consequences?). And that NYU scholarship could have been life changing for one of them and yet no one even brought it up once this season.

I did like the twist that it was EJ and his dad who got Mazzara into Caltech. He’d be a fool not to take it but I’m glad he confessed to Miss Jenn. She’s had a really rough season and I hope she redeems herself in S3.

Howie was acting so weird tonight and last ep that I have a hard time believing he was really so awed by Kourtney’s talent rather than feeling guilty for helping to steal the harness. The harness is another useless plot device; there are no consequences for Lily stealing it, she’s not caught, East High pulls off another version of the transformation off screen, and then East High withdraws from the Menkies anyways. Doubtless the harness will eventually come up to serve Rily angst.

At least Lily was straightforward, I’ll give her that. She has such an odd way of speaking, almost child like. As awful as it is there is potential for a forbidden/secret romance story line with Rily. It really does not speak well to Ricky’s character that he’s so easily fallen for Lily’s act when he has no reason to trust her and she never apologized for making fun of Big Red during the auditions or making Ashlyn feel insecure during the dance off.

The one way in which S2 was drastically better to S1 was in regards to the Seblos story line. Clearly Joe being bumped up to regular made a big difference. We got the first same-sex kiss between two boys and the first love song sung by one boy to another in Disney history and that is a legacy to be proud of. Of course, there was still some Disney censorship such as Carlos and Seblos being unable to use the word gay in the same ep that focused on Carlos singing In a Heartbeat to Seb.

S1 of HSMTMTS had a clear direction, the wildcats would have to try and come together to stage High School Musical and Ricky and Nini would have to decide if they still had a future together while Gina and EJ had to work on being better versions of themselves. It was simple sure but it worked very well. There was a lot of heart but also a lot of humor and the show never took itself too seriously. What has S2 had? Beauty and the Beast was hardly the main focus of the cast or the writers and the central couple that S1 was built around is now broken up either for a long time or for good. There was a lot less of the meta moments that jokes that made S1 such a hit, for far too many eps this season the show took itself way too seriously. Hell even the lighting this season was darker than in S1.

Olivia Rodrigo’s team had complained in a recent article that Olivia wouldn’t be able to potentially tour until fall 2022 due to her contractual commitments which is a sign that they think a S3 is very likely though I wonder how late S3 filming would have to start to keep her occupied until late 2022. There’s no confirmation of this but I thought it might be worth keeping an eye on; a post on r/hsmtmts by someone who claims to have a source working on production says that the plan is for S3 to be a summer theatre camp possibly with Camp Rock renditions and the plan for S4 is to jump 6 months ahead to the final semester of senior year and end with Ricky, Nini, Big Red, and Kourtney graduating from East High. They also say that part of the delay in the S3 announcement is a conflict between Tim and Disney executives. Tim wants to move production to LA and film on sets as it’s easier and cheaper while the Disney execs still want some on location shooting in Salt Lake. Again this is all unconfirmed but if it pans out it will represent a major shift in the series.

Regardless if Tim wants the show to remain successful he needs start planning out what he wants to happen. He should not assume he’s getting more than 4 seasons. If the series gets a S3 but then is suddenly cancelled then how would he want all the main story lines to wrap up? And if they make it to S4 where does he see it ending? The graduation of the current juniors is a logical series ending point but if Tim wants to do something different he needs to start thinking of that now. I can’t say I’m excited anymore for S3 but I do really hope that Tim and his writers can turn things around and that will only happen if they recognize what they did wrong and learn from their mistakes.

Until next season Wildcats

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istoletheluckyshorts · 3 years

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Stardew Valley theory(ies) part 2

The old teacher

Something I haven't seen being discussed in the Fandom since I got here and I think is because is one of those things you need to see the detail and stop to think about it.

Currently the children in Pelican Town are all being taught by Penny, but who was there before her to teach the other marriage candidates? And who was schooled by this said person, and most importantly, do we know who that is? Well, today I'll try to find out about this, so let's get to it.

1- the students

Before speculating just who was the teacher i would like to dive in into who was being taught, as in, who were the original children of Pelican Town, for that we'll have to go through each bachelor and Bachelorette to see who lived there long enough to have been schooled.

Alex- According to his dialogue, Alex started living with George and Evelyn after his mom passed away due to some sickness. This could be interpreted as "Alex couldn't stay with anyone else but his grandparents because no one else in his family was available" or "Alex chose to live with his grandparents after his mom passed", for the sake of keeping this in the subject we're handling let's say Alex was sent to his grandparents house when he was pretty young, maybe being 10 at least to 12 at most, so he could have been schooled in Pelican Town while there.

Elliott- We can cut him out of the class because he said in the game he moved in a year before the farmer did, so he's already a adult and thus couldn't be a part of the class of Pelican Town.

Harvey- another less likely candidate, mostly due to his (headcanon) age and a quote he has that says " i came here because I liked the small-town atmosphere, and the potential holistic to patient care." So we can assume he was already a adult and a doctor when he came to Stardew Valley, at most he would be a young adult while the rest would be in their teens.

Sam- On the other hand we have a possible candidate for being a student there, the most revealing thing I can think of is his friendship with Sebastian, from their dynamic we could guess these two have known each other for a long time, leading me to believe they are childhood friends, making a case for Seb as well, another thing that could solidify this more is his mom's relationship with Caroline, who we can guess is the youngest mom in the Valley so not only Jodi was there first, so was her son, Sam.

Sebastian- I believe he also studied in Pelican Town, not just because of what I stated when I mentioned Sam, but also because of his original ambition to want to go to the city, he is probably tired of the routine because he has been there for a long time and doesn't seem to see anything else there as exciting as it was when he was a kid, like how he would go to the train track and watch said trains.

Shane- he wouldn't be one of the students there, according to quotes said by Marnie, Shane has been staying there for months, however there is one thing that...to say the least, makes this all a bit confusing, there's a photo or Marnie holding the hand of a baby when she was younger, by the look of the hair we would assume that it's Jas, but look back to what she said before, Shane has been there for MONTHS, there's no possible way of that being Jas at all, even if we take the in-game time into consideration, Marnie would have to have her current appearance if that was Jas, making people of the Fandom believe that the child is in fact Shane, which means he was in Pelican Town when he was younger, which is possible but I still don't think he lived there, maybe he would be there just to visit his aunt like most kids do when they have a relative that lives in the countryside.

Abigail- I touched a bit of past when I mentioned Sam, and I belive she's a likely candidate to have studied in Pelican Town, not only that but we can also assume her age, in the game Abby is said to be doing online classes, making me believe that she's the youngest of both her friend group and the whole town in general, not currently but at the time before Jas and Vincent came into the picture.

Emily and Haley - Emily mentions that her parents have been traveling abroad for two years and the house was now under their care, and Haley says that she doesn't think living in the country is that bad, thus both sisters could be students in Pelican Town, so maybe Haley and Alex are also childhood friends, meaning they have been the local mean girls for as long as time.

Leah- Leah is a bit tricky, cause looking qt her quotes alone is hard to tell wether or not she has lived there as a kid with her parents, but since this is a free space to speculate, I think is a bit more believable to think she moved there as a adult, possibly to try and get away from her old life.

Maru- she was probably studying alongside her brother, and maybe their little one sided sibling rivalry started way back then, Seb mentions that he and Maru used to fight as kids (admitting most of the time was his fault), maybe she was a top student like our next and final student.

Penny- she definitely lived there, her mother has been working as a bus driver before in that town for a long time, and furthermore, maybe whoever was teaching them inspired Penny to also start teaching the kids in the town.

Now that we have established who is and who isn't in our little classroom, let's start with the possible teachers of this class.

You'll be happy to hear that I have boiled down to two people that could possibly be said teacher, and depending on who you think is most likely, then you get to choose who is it, but a little side note, this is leaving the speculation and theorizing area to a more headcanonish zone.

Evelyn- she's a very sweet young lady so it isn't too far-fetched to think she was like that in her adulthood and with children too, her own daughter entrusted her with her son so it wasn't hard to picture her a possible candidate to be a teacher, however given her position as someone who takes care of the gardens in the town things start to become a bit complicated, but that still isn't enough to throw the possibility out of the way, gardening could be something she started to do after all the kids "graduated" as a way to still lend her hand to the community she has been a part of for a long time.

Gunther- there isn't much to say about him because of the lack of clues and dialog we have od him, we don't even know if he's from the town itself, but let's say that before of taking care of both the museum and library he was just a librarian and was assigned by Lewis himself to teach the children of Pelican Town since he was probably very familiar with the books he possess, this might explain why there are lost books in the town to begin with, they probably got lost because he and the kids would move from place to place in town while listening to what he had to say.

In conclusion, now I have a explanation for my urge to draw a Pelican Town class photo and post it here.

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rumblelibrary · 3 years

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Might we get some Sebastian Zollner soft smut 👀 maybe even like young him when he was still trying to do his own painting and you were his nude model

The Artist and his Muse [Sebastian Zöllner x his Muse]

Word count: 3k

Warnings: Smut, bit pf fem!dom and a mess of a man

A/N: As usual Sebastian is my weakest spot. The painting here is "In the Tepidarium" by Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema.

You stood there quietly, a sense of expectation taking over you when he opened the door at you. You noticed him from day one and now you had to wrap the situation between the two of you.

"There you are"

He only said letting you inside, a second voice greeting you.

"Hey! Seb is that your girlfriend?"

He waved at his flatmate to shut up as he put an hand on your lower back pushing you to get out of that situation fast.

As you got into his tiny room it was a mess.

The space was small, scattered art books and biographies of great artists everywhere on the floor, on the big inclined drawing desk, one of those like architects had. Then drawings, drawings everywhere from the floor to the walls, from over the bed to every visible corner of the room.

Also mugs, ashtrays filled up everywhere, more mugs used as ashtrays and some leftover food also used as ashtray.

The place would have been grey and dull if it wasn't so chaotic and full of colours.

You also noticed from the big amount of duvets over the bed that the place was cold.

"Get your stuff here"

He said moving his, hopefully clean, clothes off a chair so you could lean your stuff there.

"Thank you for coming" he added briefly and you smiled.

"Thank you for inviting me"

It wasn't like you had much choice, you posed for the art academy, but some extra money was always nice and he daunted you for weeks by now, so in the end you said yes.

"So, let's begin or do you need anything?"

"Some water would be nice" you said as he nodded taking a glass full of dirty water, probably used to get wet the brushes, and going away. You heard him throw it away and briefly wash it before coming back to you with the glass full of water and still half dirty.

You smiled as you took it taking a sip only to be polite putting it back on side.

"Now please" he gestured something, he did a lot of hand gestures and a lot of waving like he was constantly trying to get rid of some smoke surrounding him.

"Get naked" he concluded and you nodded quietly undoing your dress as he looked away to look trough some of all those sketches he had around the room finally showing you a sketch of a standing naked figure, he clearly had some ideas for the background and it was quite classic as structure.

"You can hold this" he said handing you a ball "hold it low, around here" he said pressing the ball over your lower stomach.

"You know ,like a fortune teller" he said before giving you his back to prepare the easel and put on the canvas. You notice he sketched the back of it, so he probably didn't have all of that money. The chances to be paid becoming small by minute, but you were here and he was awkward enough to intimidate you a bit.

You put the ball down and proceeded to undress, you folded your clothing over the chair he freed for you and piled them neatly before picking the ball again.

"ruffle your hair, I need a kind of unkept vibe"

you nodded as you held the ball under your arm and with one hand you ruffled your hair standing nicely in place as you put the ball back to its position.

He stared at you as he leaned on side, he jerked his hand blindly on side to turn on the small radio to some low indie pop channel.

You took your time to observe him as you stared in front of you.

He had longish hair and he tied them up into an half bun, a soft beard. He wore a used t-shirt from the band The Smiths already stained with colour and some blue pants that must be his kind of working from home uniform.

He was barefoot and you noticed he bowed his feet inward as he got pensive, like a way to get extra relaxed.

He was cute, you had to admit it. He was also the first in line most of the time during real life drawing lessons, you could tell he was striving for it but he didn't take well criticism. He would glare and frown at every critic, nag at his bottom lip as he resumed his sketching every time with more passion.

It was always weird to go and see a student on your own. When you were working at the academy it was easy because you had a clear shift and pauses, while when working with artists alone you always had to give in some time.

"Relax your shoulders"

You blinked like his words woke you up and you took a deep breath resuming your position.

"It is a study for a classical image, you know something like Alma Tadema works, only modern" you smiled as you liked that painter and you nodded.

Silence took over as he observed you and disappeared behind the canvas. He was nervous from the moment you agreed to meet him alone. he felt like a creep because he always had a bit of a crush on you and he was upset when for a reason or another you were not the model on certain days. You were everything he liked, every proportion of your body was the ideal he had as an artist.

He sketched your shape as for once he had all the time, no change of position, nobody calling it too difficult or interrupting the moment.

He huffed softly as he got too excited awaiting for this moment he couldn't sleep at night and he even cleaned up his room. Well, you could tell he tried.

He observed every detail of you: from the way you had little moles scattered on your body that he never noticed before to the way your collarbone met deliciously under your neck, how your shoulders drifted up every now and then to unease the tension from the lack of movement. He bit on the inside of your cheek as he sketched the navel of your hips, the delicious curve where so many times he imagined to bury his head into, to be kept safe from the welcoming world of your female form, the origin of the world of erotica.

He frowned as you moved to take a sip of water, he looked at the time, 30 minutes already gone?

He stared down to the canvas as he had to focus, focus focus.

"Seb?? Do you have my lighter??"

A male voice that you guessed belonged to his flatmate shouted and he picked a cigarette

"NO" he shouted louder as the other guy groaned from behind the door, you smirked as you watched him light up his cigarette with a metal lighter and blow some smoke.

He resumed his sketching and you relaxed after some time, your eyes darting away as you barely saw him beside the smoke raising from behind the canvas.

"SEB"

Another shout interrupting but this time it was another flatmate that just bounced the door open. You gulped in surprise as you didn't have anything at hand to cover yourself

"What shit is this? What kind of pervert are you?"

The guy asked as Sebastian thew the pencil at him.

"Fuck you" he shouted "get the fuck out, out!" he jumped off his seat throwing the lit cigarette at him. And that’s why you hated to go to people's houses. Other that don't study art looked at you like that, like something dirt ,like a naked woman.

You sighed as you moved toward the bed covering yourself with one of the countless duvets scattered in the room, it was warm and soft at least. You looked away trying to zone out from the little fight going on between Sebastian and his the other guy.

"Sorry"

He said as he locked the door and pushed the drawer in front of it huffing and panting as he came to you showing with a gesture of his hand your way back to that position.

"No, look it is better if I leave, if you want to do it a private session let's do it at the school" you said as you got enough of that place and his flatmates and you also realised that if he lived in that chaos he probably didn't have the money to book the room and also pay you.

"no, no, no, no" he repeated as he moved after you as you marched to collect your belonging.

"please, they are just idiots" he said as he looked like he was ready to have a panic attack.

"I can see that myself, so that's better to end it now"

"no, no you don't understand"

You chuckled as you looked at him "don't understand what? the power of art?" you inquired as you had heard all sorts of excuses about it.

"I need you"

He said helplessly as your frowned and looked away as he gabbed you by your duvet yanking you back a little.

“I don’t work with other models, I can’t process it, when you’re there I am productive, I work and overwork, and my head is full of ideas, of hopes and more and more ideas, I can see things in perspective, I can feel it, it is like a raging fire and I need you t make it start, just please, just listen to me”

You tried to focus onto what was around you and there's when you noticed that from this new perspective you saw the sketch.

You moved closer to it as you admired how delicate was Sebastian's hand, he made little traits, quick slashes that made your figure look like you had never seen yourself before and you had actually seen a lot of sketches of yourself, so many pointing out unflattering things about your body that you tried to avoid having a look at those sketches.

"it is rough, don't" he said as he still held you by the duvet but he noticed you look up at the canvas.

He had never been this close to you. You smelled like fresh flowers and soft creamy after bath lotion, one of those that say your skin will be like honey and milk. He was sure you tasted like it.

He gulped down nervously as now this was widely unprofessional and he would have given all he had to avoid this moment and yet he daydreamed of it for so long while watching you getting dressed after the lesson.

"I apologise, I swear, I never.. I mean I know this is not the best place but I never felt like I do with you before and I didn’t want to screw it up on the first time”

You didn't really had the time to answer as he clashed his lips over yours grabbing the sides of your face with his hands and it was so desperate like he was about to break down.

You pushed him off as he frowned visibly. He looked so taken aback and saddened now.

You almost chuckled to his face as he looked like a pup that got smacked in the muzzle for biting onto something pricy.

You tugged him by his shirt still wrapped up in that duvet pushing him to sit down.

He opened his mouth but nothing came out of it when you moved to straddle him.

"Stay still"

You said as you moved your hand to his jaw making him close his mouth, he stared at you as you brushed you lips against his, he looked at you intensely before closing his eyes and letting you guide him into that kiss. He let out a soft sound as you showed him what kisses are made for, not that fearful rushed slamming from his mouth to yours.

"You're a goddess" he whispered softly as he leaned for another kiss. He pulled onto that duvet now hungry for more.

"Calm down, don't rush so much" you whispered as he almost didn't know what to do with himself. He was hard already, he was desperate for you that colonised his dreams for so long.

"Damn" he groaned as you lowered your hips against his. He stared at you panting softly as you started grinding against him, the fabric of his joggers was soft but you would have endured some itchy feeling just for the way he trembled and groaned from the friction you gifted. You were sure his boxers must be filled with precum already.

"Can I touch you?"

"Not yet" you whispered. You loved the way he draw you, you saw all the desire behind it and he deserved to enjoy it and not to rush through it.

"Fuck please, i have never" he stopped himself as you looked at you curiously.

"I did everything but that" he said as he tried to avoid to mention how usually girls got so annoyed with his that after a very good cunnilingus they would ask him to leave.

"even better then" you said as he looked so nervous it was adorable. you leaned in and kissed him again as he let you take off his shirt as he stared at you adoringly, the duvet falling off your torso as his eyes fluttered closed letting you guide him in the kiss, he had a lot to learn but he was eager to.

You swiped your tongue over his lips as he parted them and groaned as you joined your lips in a more eager kiss, your tongue trying his as his hips jerked aimlessly against you trying to get some relief, but you moved your hips away not willing to satisfy him too fast. He was used to stare at you, to long for you with his eyes and now he had to persevere in that.

You pulled back from him moving to stand up between his legs letting the duvet fall off your body, now the act taking a whole new meaning for him as you kneeled down taking off his clothing.

You pushed his cock out slowly stroking it, your cold fingers making him hiss as you pumped him slowly, your lips moved across his cock slowly sucking on it and tracing its length with your tongue.

“If you cum I will leave”

The threatening enough to make him groan, he couldn’t take his eyes off from you even if that made him only more horny.

“Fuck” he hissed as you sucked on his needy tip already spread with premium, your tongue twirling over it before taking it whole in your mouth.

Oh the strangled moan he let out.

He held over the edge of the bed like a dear of life, your bobbing head making him lose his mind, you let out soft moans and humming sound that echoed through his whole body.

“Fuck”

He repeated, more helplessly than before if possible, as he closed his eyes, he squeezed them as his thighs trembled eagerly fighting against his natural eager nature.

You pulled back as you stood up and he let out a loud groan.

“Look at you, already a mess”

You smirked as you moved to straddle him, your bare slit tracing his cock like your tongue just did before letting the tip of it inside you, then you pulled back making him cry out.

Once again, his hips jerked up helplessly.

“Please” he groaned “I need it, I need it” he begged as you held him by his jaw with your left hand as your right one guided him inside you.

You stared at him as you did, his eyes widened, his pupils blown as your warmth engulfed him and wrapped him in a dense sense of pleasure.

“Move, move”

Your leaned your head on side

“Please”

You still didn’t wince, he parted his lips not knowing what to say.

“You have been staring at me like that all that time, do you think I didn’t notice?” You whispered as he licked his lips nervously

“You used me for your little dreams didn’t you? I bet you wanked like a loser with your sketches, you were getting hard on the first day only”

He whined like a suffering cat his thighs trembling as he was bouncing on his heels lightly

“Am I wrong?”

He shook his head to you and you smirked

“I have been your fantasy, now, you’re going to be mine”

He moaned as you begun to move, your lips meeting his as he sucked onto your finger before you moved your own hand to rub your clit, he was completely out of his zone. He used to be hungry and straightforward and now he was just an idiot who didn’t know where to place his hands.

“My muse” he groaned as your moves were making him go wild, his hips jerking against yours “my muse”

He repeated it as you pushed him to lay onto his bed, your sensual bouncing over his lap making any sane man become a priest for your religion.

“Fill me Sebastian, please me”

You moaned as you rubbed over your own clit as he squeezed your thighs unable to phantom any move, to focus.

His mouth hanged open, he licked his lips and groaned, your permission making him lose control as he released inside you.

He kissed onto your lips rising to sit up, arms around your waist as he nuzzled helplessly against you.

A whole new world open in front of him.

“Do you want to paint me now?”

He nodded looking up at you, hair stuck up to his sweaty forehead as he looked so lost, pupils blown and erratic breath.

You smiled tenderly to him tracing his face with your fingertips guiding him into another kiss that he won’t forget for a lifetime.

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