#(sebastian giving him every reason to worry)

[vettelsvee]

I DON'T APOLOGIZE FOR WINNING | Sebastian Vettel

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rbr sebastian vettel x schumacher!reader | part 2 here

summary: y/n thinks she's sick from f1 traveling stress, but what if that's not the reason of her sickness?

word count: 992

warnings: hints of having sex. mentions of wishing to die (because reader is sick af). use of y/n

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It was barely five in the morning, and the sun was beginning to rise on the horizon of the city of Berlin. Sebastian and you, without having been able to rest after the German Grand Prix that had taken place just hours ago, were at the airport of the German capital, ready to head to Hungary, where the next Formula 1 competition would be held.

You were aware that following the lifestyle of a high-level racing driver was not easy. However, you didn't think that getting eight hours of sleep or having free time would become privileges that you would have, in part, during the holiday period. Despite the excitement that filled you every time you embarked on a new destination, you had been feeling unwell for several days, and no matter how hard you tried to remedy it, all you did was worsen it.

Seb, who knew you well enough to know that something was wrong, tried not to make a big deal out of it. He knew that you tended to get sick frequently, although the fact that you was quieter than usual and didn't have as much energy as usual started to worry the blonde who, at the moment of takeoff, observed carefully as your face grew paler, while you gripped the armrest of the seat tightly.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Sebastian asked with concern.

You tried to breathe deeply to calm the wave of nausea you were feeling right now.

"Yes," you simply replied, faking a smile. "I just feel a little uncomfortable with takeoff, you know airplanes and I are not friends. Stop worrying, love. You'll see it'll pass soon."

Despite your multiple reassurances, Seb couldn't convince himself. Your eyes reflected how you felt, and he had no doubt that you were hiding something from him to avoid worrying him.To try to relax you, he leaned towards you to leave a kiss on your cheek.

"Sweetheart, I know you've told me you're okay, but if you start feeling worse, let me know, okay?"

You nodded, silently thanking the German for his concern.

Although he tried not to make a big deal out of it, the truth was that as the flight progressed towards its destination, you felt worse, even reaching the point where nausea turned into frequent trips to the bathroom to vomit, and constant dizziness into a desire to faint and not wake up for a few days.

"Seb, I swear… I can't deal with this anymore."

After suddenly getting up from your seat, hurrying to the bathroom trying not to cause too much commotion among the other passengers, you quickly locked yourself in the small cubicle, bending over the toilet to empty everything you didn't know you had inside yourself. Sebastian watched with concern as you fled, trying not to lose his composure under the curious gaze of those present, including a few Red Bull engineers.

“Y/N!”, Seb called out as quietly as he could, anxious because you weren’t responding. “Are you okay? Please, open the door.”

You didn't answer him, which only heightened Vettel's anxiety. He fixed his gaze on the bathroom door, waiting for you to come out and give him some explanation of what was happening.

After what felt like an eternity, you emerged from the bathroom with a completely pale face and a tired look. Sebastian simply pulled her close to his chest and held her tightly in an embrace.

"Love, what's wrong?" he said anxiously. "I need to know what's going on. Things can't continue like this if you're going to keep accompanying me. I'm sure it's getting to you: everything is overwhelming you and..."

Suddenly, you began to cry from the helplessness you were feeling, causing Sebastian to hold you even tighter, stroking your back to help you relax as much as possible.

"I can't take it anymore, Seb. I feel awful. I want to die right now."

"We should seek help," he said, wiping your tears away. "We'll see what we can do now to keep you as relaxed as possible for the remainder of the flight, okay? And when we land, we'll go to an emergency room to see what's wrong with you."

Sebastian then called one of the flight attendants in their area and explained the distressing situation, emphasizing that he wouldn't want anyone to find out to avoid conflicts with both the media and his team. The flight attendant simply nodded and informed them to return to their seats, immediately assisting the world champion's partner.

"Mrs. Vettel, here's some water and an aspirin," the woman kindly offered you. "Additionally, I've informed the crew about your wife's situation," she said, now looking at the blonde, "and they confirmed that if she gets worse, there's no problem in making an emergency landing at the nearest airport."

"I'm not Sebastian's wife..."

"Thank you very much," the driver interrupted, thanking the flight attendant for her assistance.

The German began to laugh at your reaction as soon as the woman left.

"You should have seen your face, Y/N. You can't deny that you didn't mind being referred to as my wife," Seb said, stroking your hair and opening the water bottle for you to take a sip.

The flight continued, and although the nausea had been brought under control, the discomfort persisted. The couple was aware that there was only, thankfully, about half an hour of travel left.

"Darling," Sebastian whispered sweetly. "Close your eyes and focus on your breathing: inhale through your nose, and exhale through your mouth. I'm here, hold my hand."

You followed your partner's instructions, allowing yourself to be guided by his voice, which was truly comforting in those moments, in each inhalation and exhalation. Gradually, you began to feel calmer, and you would even swear that you hadn't felt this way in several days.

Finally, the plane reached its destination. You felt greatly relieved that the flight, which had caused you so much distress, had come to an end as it had left her physically and mentally exhausted.

As soon as your feet touched Hungarian soil, Sebastian made sure that you felt as comfortable as possible before heading to the hotel. Despite the rush Britta, Sebastian's PR, took a moment in some small seats to rest and, as much as possible, recover from the turbulent journey they had just endured.

Although he knew he might hurt your feelings, Sebastian decided to broach the subject with a mischievous smile:

"Love, don't you think we've had enough intense Sunday nights celebrating my victories? Because I think it's led to something good."

At first, you were a bit confused, but a few seconds later you let out a shy and sweet laugh. The driver wasn't lying: sex had become your ritual to bid farewell to the weekend and, above all, as a celebration of Seb's victories that season. Now that you remembered, there were quite a few occasions where you didn’t use protection, so you thought that the possibility was even more up in the air now.

"It could be, Seb," you said with a knowing smile. "If I am, we could have a pretty big problem..."

"Please, love, don't say that," Vettel drew closer to you, taking your hand and gently tracing small circles on it with his fingers. "If you're pregnant, I'm sure you'll be an amazing mother. Besides, I know we haven't talked about this, but I've always wanted to be a father and I can't imagine anyone better than you to fulfill this dream."

Tears began to form in your eyes, and you hurried to wipe them away to prevent your boyfriend from noticing.

"So, what do you say? Should we tell Britta that we need to go to the pharmacy and buy a test? That way we can find out, and if it's a no, we can keep trying," you clarified eagerly. "What do you think about tonight?"

Feeling excited, after you explained the situation to the woman who had become another member of the family, and who, obviously, had been thrilled at the possible news, headed to the nearest pharmacy to avoid arousing suspicions among the journalists and paparazzi, who were lurking around with the intention of getting the latest scoop on the man of the moment.

Alone together and holding the small bag containing the test, you began to feel nervous as they approached their room. Upon entering the suite, you both sat on the edge of the bed, taking a moment to calm themselves before checking whether you would become parents.

"Okay," you said, taking a deep breath, "I'm ready."

After that, you opened the box containing the test and went to the bathroom, where you followed the instructions carefully. Once finished, you placed it on the surface of the sink and returned to where Seb was, waiting for the indicated time to pass to see the result.

You approached your boyfriend, who gently stroked your back once again to comfort you. He knew you were nervous and scared. He felt the same way.

"Whatever the result is, I'm grateful to have a woman like you in my life. I'll be by your side no matter what, ok?" Sebastian reassured you.

Tears filled the your eyes again, and as you looked at your watch and saw that the waiting time was over, you ran as fast as you could to the bathroom, followed by an anxious Sebastian.

Quickly, you took the test in your hands and saw the result:

"It's positive!" you shouted, your voice trembling. "I'm pregnant, Sebastian!"

A wave of emotions engulfed you both, not knowing what to do except to embrace tightly as you felt a mixture of astonishment and joy, as well as uncertainties about what could happen from that moment on.

"Well, it turns out that in the end I'm not just good at pointing with my index finger when I win," Sebastian teased you mischievously.

"I find it surreal that you're making dirty jokes after finding out we're going to have a child."

"I guess," the driver continued playfully, "we'll have to tell this little one that his dad is a two-time, for now, Formula 1 world champion, and that his mother is a champion in other aspects."

You laughed at your boyfriend's quips, finding them unbelievable.

"Come on, Seb, don't act modest now saying you didn't have merit. You know perfectly well that I motivated you quite a bit during those baby-making sessions."

"Of course, I'm not saying otherwise," the German continued jokingly. "I'm sure the baby will become the royalty of Formula 1. Who wouldn't want to have Vettel and Schumacher genes?"

Both of you burst into laughter, filling the room, giving way your thoughts on how you would tell your families, the media, your respective coworkers... Especially, you spent a few minutes sharing your expectations about what your life would be like from that day on.

"Miss Schumacher and future Mrs. Vettel, let me tell you that now that we know we're expecting a little miracle, I propose we celebrate it in a more... intimate way."

"You can't even give me a day's break, can you? I don't know about you, but I'm convinced my father wouldn't find it amusing to hear his daughter screaming to ask her boyfriend for more," you said, knowing your father would be in the adjacent rooms.

"I know," Seb simply said, "but I’ve won in life, and I don't apologize for winning."

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[tomorrcwz]

could you write we are never ever getting back together w/ rb seb or another dilf 🫶🏿

★ . . . 𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑, 𝐒𝐕𝟓

pairing: rb!sebastian vettel x ex!reader

in which you swear, you're never ever get back together with your ex sebastian, your first love, but it's harder than you thought when taking a trip down memory lane.

you were dead sent on your promise, you drunkly made on yesterday's night out with your girl friends at that small shabby looking bar around your street's corner ��� you were never ever ever go back to your ex, your stupidly handsome, cheeky, talented, rich boyfriend who has made a living out of his hobby, racing around the world, and who's blue eyes were deeper in it's colour than the ocean after a rainy day and the dirty blonde hair, which fell stunningly against his forehead in lose curls. those, you loved to comb your finger through them when you found yourselves on a sofa or bed, his head, comfortably resting on your lap, looking up to you with a cute smile, you had fallen in love with summers ago — back when you were green behind the ears, knowing absolutely nothing about love but thought otherwise.

no, sebastian vettel and you were over, forever and some more because you were a better person now, smarter than before. it should've ended after the first breakup that was caused by sebs hands — he said, he needed space, even though you haven't seen each other for a while 'cause of his hectic work schedule and you studying and working back home, resulting in you not attending every race on the calendar or more specifically said, all but two.

so the first break up happened, and oh well, you didn't really get his reasoning behind his words, but in a short span, you got together again after calling nights in a row, him halfway across the globe.

"I miss you badly, hase (bunny)", the german man sheepishly mumbled under his breath, face mushed against the pillow of his hotel room bed as he awaited your answer.

a low moan escaped your lips. you knew it wasn't going to work but you loved him too much, your first love.

"oh basti", you said, voice laced with longing. "i do, too, so much. when are you coming back home? we could meet up. . ."

on the other side of the call, you heard his laugh. "but should we?"

you also giggled slightly, realizing that the pair of you already went over the translucent barrier of broken up exes, strangers, friends, whatever you should be. "we definitely should. you love me, don't you?", you sweetly asked him, fumbling with the teddy bear he got you in monaco last year when you visited him at work and spent days afterwards with him in the heart of monte carlo, relaxing on the beach, shopping at the local shops and markets, and went on hikes. "because i love you."

silence greeted you for a second, and then another few, letting you wait in anticipation, wondering if he loved you or just wanted to have fun, have someone so he wouldn't get bored or—. "hase, there's no one i love like i love you, you know that, right? we complete and compliment each other so well", he answered. "I'd give you the world just to hug und kiss you right now."

you sign, a stupid grin growing on your lips. "then come back, sooner than later, yeah?"

"I wouldn't want to leave a lady waiting, hase."

and as he had said over and over again on the phone, he did come back for you, going as far as picking you up after work with a fancy looking car, you didn't want to guess the price of, dressed up in a dark button up and fitting jeans, sunglasses resting on his nose, hiding one of his most striking features.

you had hugged him in the car, no worry clinging in your brains as you pushed the dark glasses out of his face, interlocking lips hotly and climbing in his lap on the driver's seat, grinding down on him, making out like horny teenagers — which wasn't far off as you were just two young individuals, high on the feeling of being in love.

afterwards he drove you home to let you doll up for a date night which ended with him pushing you roughly into the sheets, rolling and play fighting, kissing and groping, moaning and whining. you felt right back into the relationship like you never had broken up in the first place. the only difference was the closeness; you took more breaks to visit him, travel the world alongside him and he in turn showed more interest towards your work and study, returning faster home to you.

but maybe that was the problem, the cause of another break up, this one.

you grew too fast close, too close, leaving no space — whenever he was home, you did everything and anything together, even if it was a one (wo)man task; there was unsolved pressure with the actions, causing you to fight more than beforehand and leaving you to passionately more or less solve a disaster by having sex. there were no character growth nor deep talk, you both rather went to your friends to talk about how dumb the newest problem in your relationship was — and his friends shared his views with yours, and they let you know about the information, resulting in more fights.

alas, in the end you broke up again just yesterday night, drunkly blocking his number to avoid the silent plea of a voice in your heart to call him, to beg him to take you back.

you'd miss him picking fights, you thinking you were always in the right and him escaping the house to listen some rock album in his old bmw. in addition to that you'd miss his cheeky comments, the loudness of his laughters, the blue hues of his magnificent eyes and the love he wore on his sleeve, showing it openly towards the world. you'd miss his warm touch and lips on your neck, the gently squeezing of your hands whenever you were out.

you'd miss your first love but sometimes it was for the better and cutting contact to distance would let you heal.

or so you thought because he had called you this morning, your head pounding, to tell you on your voice box that he still loved you — it left you feel exhausted and you strongly believed that you were never ever getting back together.

the teddy bear would acts as a reminder of firsts with a lover, him sitting prettily on sebs side of the bed.

˗ ˏ ˋ ♡ ˎˊ ˗ rina speaks : loved the request, pls send more !!

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula one imagine #sebastian vettel x reader #sebastian vettel imagine #sebastian vettel fanfic

[preet-01]

Maxiel, P

P - Driver/WAG

"They called me your friend again, Daniel," Max grumbled when they returned to the hotel. "Friend!"

It was the Australian Grand Prix, so Max was present for Daniel's home race. Max tried attending as many races as possible with his own e-sports racing career. He'd been Daniel's guest at races for well over a year now, but every time they called him Daniel's close friend. He and Daniel hadn't been close friends since the night they hooked up in some Monaco club's bathroom while celebrating Max's iRacing win.

"Baby they still call Nico Lewis' childhood friend, rival, and former teammate," Daniel says.

"Because no one ever knows if Lewis and Nico are together or on one of their breaks because someone brought up a comment from ten years ago," Max retorts. He'd spent some time talking to the former F1 driver and now occasional commentator during the post-practice briefing meetings and had learned how Sebastian made some off-hand comment about the 2015 season that had started an argument between Lewis and Nico. Something about a hat or maybe a penalty, Max didn't really understand everything Nico had said in his blend of German, French, Italian, English, and very basic Finnish.

"Are they on a break again?" Daniel inquires, he had noticed that Lewis was pouting every time Nico walked by.

"Daniel!" Max whines at the conversation change.

"Don't worry, Maxy, I'll make sure no one says we're just close friends tomorrow," Daniel comforts him. He too had gotten annoyed at how many people just called them close friends, roommates, everything except boyfriends. It made sense during some race weekends due to the countries they raced in, but they were in Australia and Daniel wanted people to know that he was very much a taken man.

_____

One of Max's favorite parts of the weekend is watching qualifying. He loves the thrill of seeing drivers put on their best showings in such short periods. Just a few minutes to determine how their Sunday would go.

But Max also hated it for the stress that Daniel gave him every qualifying session. For some reason, his boyfriend loved to wait until the last moment to ensure that he would go to the next stage of qualifying. He really wanted to throttle Daniel for making him stress so much, but Daniel would always give him that goofy grin after a quali session and their time would be spent on much better endeavors.

Today was no different. Daniel had spent most of quali towards the bottom or middle, but always made it through to the next session. And in the final minutes of quali, he had put it on pole.

The whole garage wouldn't go to parc ferme for a quali top three typically, but this was Daniel's home race and he'd gotten pole with his fellow Aussie starting P3. The excitement is infectious as everyone gathers to congratulate Daniel.

Max just expects a hug from Daniel as they normally do when cameras are on them. It's simple and perfect for them. What he isn't expecting is Daniel to pull him into a kiss. "Fuck, Maxy, I'm starting on pole," Daniel says with unadulterated joy as they pull apart. "Hafta call you m'boyfren," Daniel mumbles into the space between Max's shoulder and neck as he hides his face and tears of happiness from the cameras.

#answered #maxiel #wag max #ask game

[jennay]

I'm Not Scared, You are!

Request: hi!!! what about a cute cozy night in with noah? cuddles, movies, whispering sweet things to reader. just loving on her. maybe she’s had a hard week at work and he just wants to give her a night to relax. kinda vague but i think it could be a very cute idea!

Word Count: 1700ish

Noah Master List

Noah Sebastian x Reader

An: I hope this is what you were looking for 🤞🏻

You'd never been so happy to clock out of your shift. You feel your body drained by the endless hours and the constant pressure from the day. Your feet constantly ache from standing long hours, and your ears ring from the coded calls.

It was emotionally wearing you down. You wondered if you were cut out for this, telling people their loved ones wouldn't pull through or explaining situations no one truly understood.

You were a doctor, and people assumed you could play god as well...but you weren't god; you were just another person trying to give back to the world.

You shouldn't complain. You chose to be a trauma doctor. You went to school for this, you trained for this...this was on you.

Sometimes, when driving home late at night with blood on your shirt and exhaustion in your eyes, you wondered if it was worth it. Every day, you were sacrificing your happiness, health, and relationships.

You kept these things to yourself, scared that people would judge you. The last thing you wanted was for people to think you weren't grateful.

You miss having time for your loved ones, especially for Noah. You know he deserves more attention, affection, and quality time. You know he is patient with you and understands how things work, but it never stops you from worrying that he'll grow tired of waiting for you to come home or waiting for you to wake up from a nap. You knew it frustrated him that you could never say you had a day off. You had your scheduled days, but that didn't mean you wouldn't get called in or accidents didn't happen. Just because it was a Tuesday didn't mean people stopped getting sick or injured.

When you pull into the driveway of your home, take a moment to yourself. You try to take deep breaths and eliminate the day's worries. You know you can talk to Noah about anything, but you didn't feel right walking into the house and dumping everything on him.

Tonight was the first night you two would have together in a long time, and you hoped your day off tomorrow wouldn't lead to another disappointed sigh from Noah telling you it's OK that you have to go back to work because it wasn't. You wanted time with him. He deserved it, and so did you.

You gain the courage to get out of your car, and with slumped shoulders, you make your way to the front door, dragging your feet with every step.

You open the door, putting a smile on your face. You weren't going to be the reason this night was ruined. "I'm home!" You yell, hearing your voice echo against the walls.

The aroma of food fills your nostrils, and you suddenly feel a pang of hunger. "Wow, it smells delicious in here." You drop your bags near the counter and join Noah, who smiles as he serves your plates.

"It's just spaghetti, but I made it with extra love." He leans down, kissing your cheek. "And, I bought some wine. I don't know if it's good, but it's that one that you and Nick drank at the Christmas party."

You and Nick weren't allowed to drink together anymore. You annoyed the shit out of everyone, and at one point, the two of you were crying and laughing on the floor over Noah's reaction to losing at a board game you cheated on.

"Oh god," You laugh, "You want a repeat of that night?"

Noah sighs, putting the pot back on the stove. "No, but you were so happy that night, and I love hearing you laugh." His voice is tinged with sadness, and you feel a lump in your throat. "I'm not saying you don't laugh anymore, but you know…" He hands you a fork from the silverware drawer. He carries the two plates to the table. "I'll get the wine, go change into something cozy."

You nod, "OK." Walking down the long hallway, you feel guilt in your stomach. You felt like you were causing pain, to Noah. It wasn't intentional, of course, and you don't think he would ever directly tell you it's your fault, but the way he states things makes you feel like you're just not there, like he talked about you in the past.

You slip into some cozy pajamas, feeling the soft fabric against your skin. You run a brush through your hair and tie it in a bun; you wish you had time to shower, but you don't want to miss a moment with Noah.

When you return to the table, Noah is waiting for you with a warm smile. His eyes light up when he sees you. He loves you so much. You can tell by the way he looks at you. "Comfy?" He asks, his voice gentle and inviting. You nod, taking a seat at the round table. "So much better." You sip your wine, feeling the sharp sensation on your tongue and the heat in your throat. You wonder how you and Nick drank a whole bottle of this stuff.

"I hope it tastes good." He says, watching you take a bit, "You know I'm not the best cook in the world."

You smile at him, savoring the bite. "It's amazing, babe. I see you got fancy with the basil." You reach across the table, holding his hand and rubbing your thumb over his skin. "It's perfect. Thank you so much."

He beams at you, his eyes sparkling with love. "I have a plan. We still have tomorrow together, right?"

You nod, eating the food with more appetite than you expected. You can't recall if you had your lunch at work or if it's still rotting in the fridge. You'll have to toss it out when you go back. The thought of returning to work makes you feel anxious and depressed. "Babe?" He says softly, "Did you hear me?"

You snap out of your trance and look at him guiltily. You were too distracted by your work worries to pay attention to him. "No, sorry."

"Ah," He leans back in his chair, bringing his glass to his lips. You notice how much he drinks and wonder if he's getting frustrated with you.

"I'm sorry, love, my mind is still stuck on the hospital." You bite your lip. "One more time, please."

He smiles gently. "I was thinking maybe we could stay up a little later tonight, finish off this bottle, watch a movie, and do one of those fun face masks you love so much." His brown eyes twinkle with hope. "Or we can go to bed and get some rest." He adds quickly, trying to read your expression. "I know you had a hard day."

You slide your chair back, pick up your empty plates, and carry them to the sink. "That sounds amazing." You flash him a radiant smile before turning around to wash the dishes. "I missed you a lot today." You confess, your back still facing him. "I know things have been crazy lately, and I'm hoping they will hire some more staff and things will calm down, and I won't have to be away so much-" You stop when you feel his hands on your hips, drawing you close to him, nuzzling into your neck.

"It's OK." He soothes you, "Our jobs require us to be busy a lot."

You shiver as you feel his words vibrate against your neck. You turn off the water, dry your hands on your pajama pants, and spin around to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You stand on your tiptoes, pulling him down into a passionate kiss, and he eagerly responds, showering your face and neck with kisses.

You feel your heart race from all of the stimulating touches, all the gentle love and kind words he whispers against your neck.

"How did I get so lucky?" You ask as you rest your head on his chest and hug his hips. You feel blissful right now.

He holds you momentarily, smiling when he feels your body melting into him. "C'mon," He pulls away, holding your hand and leading you to the living room. "Go ahead, choose your spot, snuggle up." He says with a snort, "I'll be right back."

You reach out to the throw blanket resting on the armrest of the couch and wrap it around yourself, feeling its softness and warmth.

You snuggle into the sofa, bringing your legs close to your chest. Noah returns with your glasses and a bottle of wine, placing them on the table before sitting beside you.

He lifts his arm, inviting you to snuggle into his side. You oblige, not wanting to waste any snuggling time.

Noah gently pulls your legs over his lap, repositioning the blanket to cover you both.

"Perfect!" He snatches the remote from the table and hands you the wine. "How about one of those horror movies you love?"

You look up at him with wide eyes, "Really!?" "Absolutely." He grins. "Anything for you."

You sit up eagerly, take the remote from him, and browse the horror section. Noah admires you with a smile. His brown eyes sparkle with happiness as he senses your excitement.

"You're beautiful, you know that?" He caresses your face with his hand, making you blush; you were so focused on the screen that you didn't notice him gazing at you.

You press play on the screen, and The Shining starts playing.

"A classic." Noah chuckles as he pulls you closer to him.

"Oh good, you've seen it. I didn't want to pick something that would scare you too much." You tease.

Noah rolls his eyes playfully, "Excuse me. I'm not scared; you're the one scared. I can handle any ghost or demon with my karate skills."

You roll your eyes back, "Sure, tough guy."

"Before things get intense." He pauses, trying to suppress his laughter. "Is there anything we need to talk about?"

You frown with confusion. "No?"

He laughs and raises his hands in defense. "I'm just asking because you've had some wine, and I know you get random thoughts while watching movies and then we end up chatting through the whole thing and missing it."

You slap his chest lightly and scoff. "Oh, I'm so sorry that I enjoy talking to my boyfriend."

"You're forgiven." He jokes with you.

You shake your head, cuddling up to his chest, "Are you really going to karate chop the ghost?"

You feel his chest vibrate with laughter, "Are you scared?"

You nuzzle your face into his neck, whispering, "Sometimes."

He places his hand on your hip, squeezing, and kisses the top of your head, "Then sure, I'll kick the shit out of all the ghosts for you."

Tags: @thisbicc @yumikitten @lma1986

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[shaarlslec]

when we were young

little follow-up of this part

words: 7871

warnings/notes: angst, fluff, being divorced of seb ?? (tf miss), conflict, jealousy;

masterlist

songs i've listened to while writing this: new west - those eyes, the rare occasions - notion, harry styles - love of my life, stephen sanchez - until I found you; matt maltese - as the world caves in;

Where you and Sebastian are co-parenting your sixteen-year-old daughter after your divorce and you drive her to her somewhat date at the movies.

present

“Have fun, we will be back to pick you up in two hours.” Sebastian aggravatedly spoke as you cracked a laugh from the passenger seat watching Anne slightly embarrassed as her whole group of friends heard her father faking the strict-parent tone. 

Sebastian was everything, but not the strict part amongst the two of you, and even Anne’s friends were aware of that. They all remembered that one time when they got invited back at your place for Anna’s birthday two years ago and ended up staying up all night playing video games with Sebastian in the living room while you were getting worried sick calls from their parents explaining to each and every one of them that their children do not want to get home yet because the almighty Sebastian Vettel is teaching them how to play on the Racing Simulator he bought for Anne when she was twelve and wanted to be “just like father”. 

“Oh jeez.” You muttered, waving your little goodbyes to Anne who you immediately saw wrapping her hands around the boy she liked in a timid hug, “Cut her some slack – it is just the movies.” You added, giving an inquiring look to Sebastian whose glare was trying to pierce the said boy through the car’s window, “It is just a hug!” You amusingly continued, touching Sebastian’s chin with your fingers to retract his view from Anne to you – which he did right away as he felt the warmness of your touch on him. 

That took you by surprise for no reason whatsoever (it was not for the very first time when Sebastian Vettel looked down on you with worried shimmery eyes) and your heart skipped in a short and quick leap almost as your daughter’s chest when her crush started to walk closer to her rather than their other friends through the cinema’s entry. With a softened gaze and a heavy sigh, Sebastian buried his chin into your palm searching for maybe something more than just relief and support – looking for the familiarness within your touch in the vagueness of your relationship.

Your chest sunk as your ex-husband’s eyes closed for a while, “I know – I am panicking for no reason.” Sebastian then added, giving you a quick kiss on the inside of your palm before retracing his chin from there, “Thank you for bringing me back to earth.” Vettel uttered; lips close to your skin. 

You chuckled just like back in high school. Divorced or not, still in love or not, just co-parenting or not – Sebastian’s kisses always managed to make you giggle as if you two were still teenagers. Oh, and how much complications do Seb’s kisses bring into your life – again, and again, and again. You wanted to push him away, you wanted to be able to see him as just Anne’s father, as your ex and sort of your friend and nothing more. And yet, that was quite impossible. You shared most of your life with him, and sometimes the way in which Sebastian’s touches made you shiver after more than two decades still, you had this deepen feeling caged inside your chest that you two share more than life itself.

Rubbing your palm with two fingers you leaned back into your chair, “I need you to stop doing this.” You breathlessly almost sobbed, looking anywhere else but not back into Sebastian’s eyes. 

Sebastian figured out right away what you were referring to as the taste of your skin engraved still on the top of his lips started to fade and oh, how much and for how long Sebastian would have desired for it not to go away. Not now, not three years ago, not never. Your ex-husband nodded, “I know.” He shortly spoke, “I am sorry – force of habit.” He bittersweetly apologized as the engine started and hands gripped around the steering wheel turning left in the parking lot instead of right to the exit of it – snatching you completely away from the thoughts that were running inside of your head.  

“What are you do-“ You wanted to ask, seeing how Sebastian was now looking for a parking spot instead of getting out on the street, “Oh no.” You chuckled, instantly figuring out what he was cooking inside the back of his mind, “Don’t tell me that you are planning on spying on our daughter.” You straight up mocked him at this point, watching Sebastian now as he was parking the car and getting ready to zoom out of it in any moment. 

“Not just I.” Sebastian articulated, “We.” He then stated, getting out of the car, and speeding his steps towards your door to open it, “What about a classic Sebastian and Y/N mess around?” Your ex-husband then winked, offering his hand for you to grab to get out of the car and rush to the cinema’s entrance.

You shook your head as you laughed but like in any other situations of classing mess-arounds with him, you firmly took Sebastian’s hand and joined him like you always had done in the past and like you will always will until eternity holds no matter your relationship, and the complications of it all.   

The classic Sebastian and Y/N mess around was one of your things and has been always one of your rituals, inside-jokes since you were in high school just like Anne. Sebastian would always come with sly little plans of spying your teachers, parents’, and friends to get something out of it – test answers, unshared secrets, messy gossips, and whatnots. 

somewhere in the past

The first time you two did this was back when you were stressing about your biology test in your junior year. Back then, you and Sebastian were just friends, sharing the same old bench in the back of the class, kicking legs underneath the desk, and slightly touching knees. You had not kissed yet, but the chemistry was there and everyone around you teased your friendship and thought of it as being something more than just shy giggles and stolen glances across the class, parties or even community gatherings. You denied it countless times, and yet both of you were aware of the feelings you childishly so nurtured for each other. Right then, in the back of your class during your biology class was the very first time when you became partners in crime, and never looked back.  

“I am stressing out.” You confessed to Sebastian who was fascinatedly watching you as you stretched the back of your palm, “I cannot for the love of God understand how biology works until tomorrow’s test.” You cried out, taking your face in both of your hands. 

Sebastian’s giggle – music to your ears – echoed next to you as his hands departed yours from your face, “I have a plan, no worries.” He then announced, throwing you a cheeky little wink, “I do need you.” Sebastian then confessed, and nothing more would have thrilled a sixteen-year-old Y/N rather than her desk mate saying that he needed her while looking straight into her eyes with those big blue eyes. 

“What for?” You immediately asked, not even questioning Sebastian’s plan for too long because no matter the reason, you were in before Sebastian could have had a chance to explain the plan. 

Trusting him with your whole life was something Sebastian had earned right from the start, building on the foundation of that trust only followed in the next decades. Sebastian told you all about his plan of stealing the test answers from the teacher’s desk right after that. No matter how fraudulent that was, and no matter how injudicious it was for you to distract the teacher’s attention outside the class for Sebastian to unlock the cabinet’s door with one of your bobby pins – you followed his plan suit. And yes, as absurd as the plan was, it ended up working and both of you aced that test. From then on, from cheating on a test together to hiding in your parents’ closets to spy on them and playing “good cop, bad cop” within your group of friends, classic Sebastian and Y/N mess arounds became habits. One of your inside things – one of your many inside things: three seconds before locking eyes, scratching the back of your hand after a kiss, profiting on every occasion to rub shoulders, touch knees and steal glances, and oh how so many others. 

present

You were doing that exact same thing twenty years later: sillily teaming up to watch Anne many rows behind in the dark cinema just for Sebastian to make sure that the guy she was all gushing about was not even placing his arm around her neck. Sebastian was now at ease, his sixteen-year-old daughter was all safe and sound from a shy-timid boy that managed to gather all his courage just to sit next to her at the movies, nothing more and nothing less. You watched Sebastian all tensed up in his seat for the first couple of minutes before he made sure that little rascal was not going to make a move on Anne, not even paying attention to the movie and closely watching the group of teenagers instead like a creep. You softly chuckled, there was nothing more amusing to you rather than Sebastian being all worked up about Anne’s crush. 

“See?” You whispered leaning towards Sebastian, “They are not even touching.” You said, pointing to Anne’s back and talking in a low tone just to make sure that Anne was not hearing anything.

Imagine your parents' sneaking up to your not-even-date to watch over you. You rolled your eyes, Sebastian needed to tame that protective side of his regarding Anne a notch. You knew that was improbable, and you feared the moment when Anne will tell Sebastian that she dates a boy for real. What will Sebastian do then? Track the little fella? Let Anne speak with him only in the same room as Sebastian? Your eyebrows twitched, you will be the one to act as an armor to your daughter when that time will come, protect her from your insanely protective love of your life. 

“I know – he needs some game.” Sebastian then joked, leaning towards you as well and giving you those shimmery eyes for the second time that evening, muscles relaxing underneath the fabrics of his clothes.  

You smiled, “Like that one time when you thought me how to count shoulders?” You teased, watching Sebastian’s smile widening as well on his face, “Or any other of your classic moves?”

somewhere in the past

Being friends with Sebastian first rather than just flirting meant that you and him never had to hit on each other with corny cheesy lines or any out of the pocket moves. You two just worked right from the start and there was no need for those. Therefore, when Sebastian was trying to somehow “court” you at the beginning of your relationship, his attempts on “hitting on” you were laughable in the cutest ways possible – like the first time you two went to the movies on a proper date. 

“Has anyone ever thought you how to count shoulders, love?” Twenty-years old Sebastian asked you in the back of the cinema, watching you paying full attention on the movie. 

You confusingly looked back at your now new boyfriend and denied with a nod, “What do you mean?” 

Sebastian cleaned his throat and then started to “count shoulders” beginning with his right one, “One, two, three, four…” He shyly spoke with pauses, tracing his fingers from his right shoulder to his left, and then touching yours up until the point his arm was all around you, pulling you closer to him and his body locking his fingers on your left shoulder, “That is how you count shoulders.” Sebastian then confidently spoke, giving you a quick peak on your cheek as a bonus after counting both of your shoulders. 

You laughed then, you laughed too loud for a cinema and few heads turned towards you and Sebastian flirting – trying to flirt. You apologized with a nod to them, and then snuggled your head at Sebastian’s chest for the rest of the movie. That was your shelter for many years to come, and the fingers glued to your shoulders was Sebastian’s safety net – both of you thinking that there was no way for them to be shattered or torn apart. And yet, time is ruthless and you two had learned that lesson in the most poignant way.

present

You were now sitting next to each other not even touching, each of you pined to their seats. You both knew that what you said back in the car just minutes ago was the right thing to do. You needed to stop acting out of habit with each other – touching, kissing, holding hands needed to be out of the picture. There was the need to move on, you needed to learn how to do the co-parenting part without you two being involved in any other endeavors (physically or romantically).   

Sebastian smirked at your remark, “I am forty years old now Y/N, counting shoulders is not working anymore.” He spoke, and that made you indubitably and irrationally think about the possibly of Sebastian hitting on another woman. All the sudden, your mind unlocked a new possibility that was not occurring up until now, and all that talk (or non-talk) you had back in your car seemed pointless now because you could not comprehend Sebastian touching, kissing, holding hands with another woman. 

The thought consumed you whole for the rest of the movie. Fuck – it got deep inside your head as minutes went by. You were fuming, and yet you had no reason to do so. You were the one who wanted the divorce in the first place and three years have passed since your split, Sebastian was very much very allowed to meet other people and so were you. You never took those chances, though. None of the men who had shown any interest in you were not him, no one was him and no one could ever be him. 

You remined silent up until Sebastian signed you that it was time to go out twenty minutes before the movie was over so you could pretend to pick Anne up like nothing had happened and like you two were far away from that mall. 

“Can I ask you something?” You asked Sebastian on the way to his car walking side by side with him. 

“Yes, you can ask me anything.” Sebastian muttered watching your worried lifted eyebrows, “And no, I am not seeing anyone.” He replied away ahead of you opening your mouth to ask him about that. 

“How did you know that I was—” You wondered slowing your steps, watching his back relaxing underneath your glare. 

“Liking it or not – I know you Y/N.” Sebastian spoke, watching you and your guilty look over his shoulder, “I regretted right away after I made it sound like I still use pick-up lines or moves.” Your ex-husband spoke waiting for you to keep up the walking pace, “You went completely radio-silence on me after that which meant that the little, teeny trundles inside of your head were moving, and I was expecting you to ask me such a question after overthinking all the possibilities.” 

You gulped, catching him from behind, “You are right. You know me.” You muttered in a short breath, hugging your body until you got back into the car together checking the clock to match the time with the end of the movie. 

“Can I now ask you something?” Sebastian asked, leaning into his seat, and staring back at you as you nodded, “Would you be bothered by that?” He then asked in all his seriousness, “Because I would.” Your ex-husband confessed, “The idea of you remarrying keeps me up at night – honestly.” Sebastian accentuated with a very dehydrated throat, “I want nothing more than you and Anne to be happy, and if that can be attained with another man by your side, I will pretend to be fine for a while – and after that, I will just lose my mind.” 

You laughed with a shook of your head, “There is only you, Seb.” You intoned, not even daring to look at him although Sebastian was staring right back at you. 

somewhere in the past

It was an odd feeling even then, knowing that there is only him and that the likelihood of another man was out of the question for the rest of your life right from the point you kissed him one first time. You were foolishly in love with him, Sebastian swept you out of your feet utterly and completely, and so was Seb – childishly smitten with you right from the start. 

The thing with young love nonetheless is that it consumes you whole and makes you act in all mad kind of ways, and you two had to learn how to mature through them together. Oh boy, was that a rocky road indeed that seemed to be still shaky more than twenty-years later when you would have not guessed that your heart would still ache in such a fashion at the idea of somebody else in Sebastian’s life. You can never perfect a relationship, and you and Sebastian never claimed to have succeeded in doing so. 

 Everybody tells you that when you find “the right one” the rest goes easy, there are no fights, no pauses, no sobs, and cries. You and Sebastian went through all of them, and the first time that the idea of mending your relationship was when you both figured out that long-distance sucks big time. 

You were studying far away from your city; Sebastian was travelling all the time due the nature of his job. Barely speaking, seeing each other two to three times a mouth was challenging, but you promised yourselves that you can make it work and that three years from that point on you will write in any city racing takes Sebastian and then you will rest when needed in your own little studio apartment when you get back home. You had all the time in the world, you would say but time was distancing you more than the actual miles in between your bodies. Sebastian was in different time zones almost every weekend, and you studied and worked part-time by day and wrote by night, using the little to no free time you had in between to be social, go to parties, meet people, and build a life of your own that Sebastian was unable to take part of. 

It tormented him – day and night – it tormented Sebastian, that you had a whole different life he had little to no idea about in college so far away from him.  

“You are going to a party?” Your boyfriend sarcastically inquired over the phone, “I thought you hated parties.” 

You chuckled at the end of the call, “I don’t.” You spoke with a silly smile all over your face that was always present whenever you two were talking over the phone after a long day of not reaching each other, “I just was not invited to parties in high-school, so I always claimed I don’t like them – when, in fact, I do.” You paused, position in the bed shifted as you heard Sebastian’s breath into the phone, something about the way he sounded made your knees weak and your spine shiver. 

You two had not been physical with each other for mouths, and that drove both of you insanely crazy. Therefore, a simple breath was enough for you to gulp your words and for your body to heat up. 

“Can I come too?” Sebastian inquired, and your smile not just widened on your face, but your cheeks were about to burst from their rosiness and for how much they were pushed up by the arched corners of your mouth. 

Sebastian should have seen you then, and that would have been enough for him to kiss you all over your face. That man was whipped, your smile was his kryptonite, the weakness of his heart and the craving of his soul. 

“You are free this weekend?” You happily spoke, patiently waiting for your boyfriend’s answer. 

Sebastian was most definitely not free even tough that was not a race weekend, the young German driver had media duties to attend all weekend being back home. The Torro Rosso win just happened two weeks ago and people (his people) wanted him in interviews, in magazines, in papers to talk all about that and to praise their championship-material racing driver for being the youngest winner ever. And yet, none of the people who could fuel his fame by meeting with him for interviews and photoshoots were worth to prologue the absence of your smile.  

“I have to shift some things, but I will come.” He spoke, already thinking ahead about whom he should call to cancel his meetings. 

“That’s amazing, Seb.” You almost sobbed, “I miss you so, so much.” You simply spoke, throat aching in a dry pain. 

“I miss you too, so, so much.” Sebastian spoke after a short chuckle, and you could basically still hear the smile into the tone of his voice, feeling the warmth of it too spreading in an empty room that cried for Sebastian’s presence.  

Sebastian’s heart felt heavy once the call ended, and that was because he felt you slipping form between his fingers for the first time ever since you two kissed in front of your door years ago. You were becoming your own individuals, and yet you and Sebastian had completely different pathways that you hopefully made ends meet. Closing his eyes, Sebastian dreamed of the time promised: watching you writing your books first thing in the morning as he awakes, having you all for himself inches away instead of miles, seeing your smile instead of only picturing it somewhere in the back of his mind. 

After three to four rounds of showing him how much you missed Sebastian, leaving him tireless and sweaty pinned to your dorm bed, you took your silk robe and tightening it around the waist so you could take a shower and get ready for the said party. Sebastian watched you as you departed, almost convinced that his hand was unable to leave yours as you rose from the bed. 

“That was something else,” Sebastian paused, gutted almost. With one hand glued to his forehead, he took a full breath of the tensed air in the room, “I think we must have broken a personal record or something, love.” He laughed, and you could not help yourself not to give him a sly smile in return. 

“In time or pleasure?” You inquired with a curved eyebrow, and Sebastian arched his back up to straighten it on the bed frame leaned against one of the walls just to take a better look at you after a short and vehement nod of approval before saying, ‘both, I think both’. 

Sebastian took your hand again in his as you were hurryingly passing by the bed to lure you in again, but the man only managed to steal a short kiss from your lips as you departed once again. 

“I have to get ready, Seb.” You urgently breathed, “You need to help me choose in between two outfits.” You spoke, steps hastening to the bathroom. 

Your boyfriend leaned his head back on the pillow, “Oh, so you really want to go to this party.” He intoned, hopping that maybe what just happened in between the two of you would convince you to skip the evening and go back to bed.

 Just you and him for an entire afternoon, evening and night, Sebastian has been longing for twenty-four hours like this for so long now. And yet, just now – your boyfriend had realized how much you wanted to go to that party, seeing you all flustered about the choosing of your outfit fact that had never happened before to any of the events you two went too. 

It aroused uncertainties, those kinds of suspicions that crawls into Sebastian’s head too quick and for too long, without reason or logic when it came to the fear of losing you. You were changing before Seb’s eyes, quite literally and figuratively, and your boyfriend had the understanding for the very first time ever that he needed to not only cope with the idea of you having a chuck of life that was not involving him, but also supportyou and your decisions.

Just as you have been doing with him being a driver in the past few years, just as you got used to not seeing Sebastian that much and with reading rumors about him dating some other girls, constantly doubting yourself of not being good enough for him, just as you dealt with his whole different person when Sebastian was racing. 

And yet, knowing that you were able to put an front up until now about all of this without saying once that it is bothersome, arose another type of inquiry for Sebastian – what if one day you decide to leave him because someone who is not there for you all the time was not suitable to the kind of life you wanted to have?

Getting to know each other as best friends at first was something, dealing with the insufficiencies of your relationship now was a whole different ground that you had to have it paved through trial and error, mistakes and apologies, hot tears and soft kisses on burning cheeks. 

Your boyfriend got to know a whole different you at that party. You acted like a natural extrovert with everyone that was present there. You hugged people, you kissed their cheeks, you even took more shots that you could handle. You were never like this before with people at high-school, Sebastian has never seen you so genuinely happy when people that were not him were around – and that made him extremely jealous, utterly protective of what he thought it belonged to him and only him. Children, both of you. 

“Your boyfriend?” One of your college friends spoke as you introduced Sebastian to him, and your boyfriend could not help himself not to stare at what seemed to be a Greek God glimpsing at him and then at his girl, “You never told me you had a boyfriend before, glad to meet you—” The man paused, waiting for Sebastian to utter his name. 

Auch, a punch in the groin. Yes, Sebastian was sane enough to know that not everyone follows sports, and yet lies would have been involved to say that Sebastian’s ego was not hurt right then and there by this mysterious wavy-haired, sun-kissed, hell of a man for not knowing who he was, and by you for not telling him sooner that you were all spoken for. The insecurities made room into the nets of your boyfriend’s mind once again, why you were not telling him that you had a boyfriend for? 

“Sebastian Vettel,” He then replied, lifting his hand in the air just to be cupped with strength by the man. 

“Robert.” He simply replied, giving a firm shake to Sebastian. 

You adjusted your voice by coughing twice sensing whatever was going on between two males shaking hands for the first time, “Robert is in my creative writing class, he mostly writes slam poetry at which he is pretty good.” You explained to Sebastian with an awkward smile, wrapping one of our arms around Sebastian as soon as they dropped the handshake. 

“Oh? He does?” Sebastian replied, having no idea how slam poetry sounded like and not intending to hear from this godlike of a man who was now gazing at you a little bit too much to be just friendly what was that. 

Sebastian’s blood boiled, especially after Robert thanked you with a smile, “Oh, thank you. You do flatter me, Y/N darling.” He paused, Sebastian’s jawline hardening as Robert continued with, “Your girlfriend’s poems are something else, tough!” He then explained, words to which Sebastian’s straight lines turned into a smile, “Now I can see where the inspiration comes from,” Robert continued, giving Sebastian a short head-to-toes check-up with scrutinizing eyes, “I can see why I could not stand a chance now.” He then commented slightly patting your shoulder, Sebastian’s mouth returning into a straight line. 

You awkwardly laughed and dragged Sebastian out of there, waving goodbye to Robert and going straight to the bar for yet another two shots. 

“That man wants to fuck you.” Sebastian bluntly spoke after the liquid went down on both of your throats, the harshness of your boyfriend’s words standing as a sign that you were not the only one who drank up their limit – and you knew better than to be hurt by drunk words coming out of Seb’s mouth that he will for certain regret in the morning. 

“I know,” You simply replied as you leaned on the bar, “You heard him yourself; it is not like he could stand a chance.” You continued, as you and Sebastian both could feel Robert’s eyes across the room. 

“He is an attractive man; I am pretty sure he thinks he will have a chance at it in the future.” Sebastian noted, part of his voice crumbling as Sebastian spoke the words to you and part of his tone collapsing inside his throat as the thought of you touched by hands that were not his own crossing his mind. 

You almost gagged on another shot, “Do you hear yourself now?” You questioned, hands locked at your chest now as you deeply sighed, “He is an attractive man?” You laughed, “How about: Y/N, you are an attractive woman, and I am aware of the fact that other people might want you, but I trust you enough that you will not cheat on me.” You mouthed, harshly looking at Sebastian as his words were cut short, not expecting of you to give him a full lecture. 

“Y/N I—” Sebastian paused, not knowing what to say next for this to not escalate into a fight, waiting to avoid conflict with you as much as probable, “I—” He stumbled again, not finding the right next step. 

You are the person Sebastian loves the most right then and there, why would your boyfriend want to pick a fight with you out of something so ordinary as a good-looking man about whom Sebastian knew essentially nothing about fantasying of having a shoot with you? 

Your lungs filled with unbreathable air, “You?” 

“Come on, love.” Sebastian muttered, taking one of your hands in his to kiss the back of it, “I really don’t want to fight.” He then confessed, and as soon as the words reached your ears, you retracted your hand from his. 

“Of course.” You exhaled, “You never want to fight.” You added watching your shoes rather than looking at him, “I am tired, let’s go back to the dorm – we can “not talk” about it on our way back.” You sarcastically spoke, hopping from the high-bar chair and making your way to the exit with pressed steps, Sebastian following right after you with his heart up to his throat knowing that dodging the fight was not worth it. 

You walked ahead of him without saying any word back to him, not even giving him a glimpse over the shoulder. Your eyes were watery, and your neck was dry, not the very best combination if you were to lock eyes with Sebastian. You knew you would burst right into crying if you were to look at him, because all these mouths were you seemed to not be bothered by doing long distance with him were just an act. You hated every single fucking minute of it, and that piled up with each missed phone call, each rumor about some sort of a girl, each interview with him all giggly and happy wondering, searching, glooming somewhere in the back of your mind that would it have not been better for him to not be tied up by some high-school crush of his in this fame hunting ride? 

And now this? Sebastian hinting at the idea of you being with Robert under any circumstancing whatsoever? On top of all, Sebastian’s inability to fight with you showing up again. Always wanting to avoid fights, never wanting to upset you, and always protecting you seemed to be the right ways to go at first. And yet, no relationship survives without conflict, there is no calm after the chaos if there is no chaos to begin with. Bottling all your feelings up, burying them deep into a coffin – this will not work out, you both thought. 

“I cannot “not talk” about it.” You said at the same time, Sebastian’s hand catching yours from behind and you turning your glare at him as you stopped your steps blocks away from your dorm. 

Soft breezes of spring blew into your faces, icing the tears at the corners of your eyes that Sebastian touched with the tips of his fingers as he cupped your face to kiss it. Yes, smiling you must be Sebastian’s weakness, but watching tears fall down your plumped cheeks might just as well be his eternal damnation. 

“I sounded like a jerk back there, please, please –” Sebastian begged with closed eyes and lips glued to your forehead, “forgive me for being such a fucking prick.” He added, one of the hands now on the back of your neck as the thumb could stroke your cheek as Sebastian dearly looked down at you, “I just got very jealous.” 

Your fingers cupped the man’s wrist, “I should have told you about Robert before,” You recognized right away, “I was just scared that you will not trust me if I tell you that he tries his luck with me.”

Sebastian shook his head, “No, no, no.” He repeated vehemently, “I trust you completely, is not even about that.”  He then confessed, “The thing is,” Sebastian then stopped, lips on yours for just a moment so Sebastian can remember how courage tasted like. 

You chuckled, there was not even a moment in which this man could hold himself back from kissing you, “The thing is?” You smiled, repeating his words. 

“I am untrusting of myself.” Sebastian muttered the words, taking one step away from you as he spoke, “You have this whole new life that I know nothing about, Y/N.” He then begin, as if a tap has been flipped up or a switch lighted on, “You have your new friends, and your book that you are writing, and parties to attend, and literature to study, and places to see, and people to meet, and I—” Sebastian stopped with a gulp into his chest, “I feel like no matter how much I try – I will never fit in your life.” 

Your eyes softened, oh love. This evening was a turn point in your relationship, you were both twenty-one and unexperienced in what love was. And yet, you wanted to learn – and you did that together in time, not feeling worthy of each other both in different ways was just the beginning of the learning curve. 

“I feel like I don’t fit into yours either.” You added with a sob, “You are always away, people are taking pictures wherever you go and somehow they never follow you when you and I are together, so they think you are dating all those random girls that show in the paddock, and I feel like I am holding you back.” 

Sebastian nodded in understanding, “That is why you did not tell your friends yet about me?” He asked with widened eyes, “I thought you want to keep all of this private.” He spoke, pointing to the two of you. 

“I wanted to do so.” You confirmed after scratching the back of your head, “I thought I will be fine reading rumors about you and some supermodel that supports Red Bull, but man – I hate them.” 

“The supermodels or the rumors?” Sebastian joked, and you huffed a short giggle again. 

“Both.” You replied with furrowed eyebrows. 

“So, now you can understand my jealousy towards Robert?” 

You nodded, “Yes, I do.” You confirmed after another short sight, “Foolish of us to think that loving each other is enough.” You commented, being the one now to take the extra-step in between the two of you for the distance to dissolve to zero as Sebastian’s eyes were all over you face, lips, neck, and shoulders, “It seems like we need to do more than that.” You continued, arms around Sebastian’s neck now. 

“Avoiding fights is not the answer, that I know now.” Sebastian shortly laughed, and you could not help yourself but smile, letting him kiss what he adored the most, “What a fucking stupid name Robert is, tough. “Sebastian spoke in a playful tone as you tightened your grip around the man’s body. 

“There is only you, Seb.” You replied as you buried your head into the man’s shoulder, “There is only you.” You reassured your boyfriend, making sure that the words were heard as your lips caressed Sebastian’s skin across the man’s neck. 

present

Sebastian said nothing to your words, you were wondering if the same memory played inside of your ex-husband’s mind. And yet, you were welcomed with nothing but radio-silence coming from him as the car was started. Sebastian drove in silence from the parking spot to the cinema’s entrance where Anne was spotted right away by her father’s peering eyes. Your ex-husband went out of the car, crossed his hands at his chest and tried once again to look fierce and intimidating. You remined in the car with the window open, right at Sebastian’s right shoulder watching him with the same amused smile as when you dropped Anne. After saying her goodbyes, Anne went straight to the car completely and bluntly avoiding Sebastian’s gaze over her and that boy. 

“How was the movie, darling?” You intoned, sensing right away that something was bothering Anne. 

“It was good.” She simply replied, watching her friends outside the window leaving one by one but evading from within her little crush’s gaze. 

You muttered a short “mhm” as Sebastian got back into his seat, evidently confused as well by the lack of talk coming from Anne, “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Sebastian asked, both of you turning your heads to her. 

“Nothing.” She continued; eyes still glued on the window. 

“Are you sure?” Sebastian worryingly asked, patting his girl’s leg to make her attentive towards her parents, “Do you want to talk to us?” He continued, but Anne was adamant still as she disagreed with a nod. 

“I don’t have anything to say, nothing happened.” Anne highlighted with furrowed eyebrows, “Can we go, please? I am hungry.” She spoke, glancing from Sebastian to you – signaling that you need to convince her father to drop it. And yet, none of you wanted to drop it, but Sebastian listened to her as he always has done and started the engine, the three of you getting out of the parking lot in a heavy silence. 

“Oh,” You mouthed once Anne’s words clicked for you, “That is why you are upset – nothing happened.” You spoke, clapping your hands once before turning back to Anne and catching her glare on you, “You wanted him to do something?” You questioned Anne, watching your daughter’s lips plucked in a puppy pout as she nodded. 

“You are upset because of that?” Sebastian stepped in, opening his mouth even wider to continue speaking but being interrupted by one of your fingers at the front of his nose. 

“Shut up, pay attention to the driving.” You commented, giving him a sharp look from which Sebastian has understood that playing the overly protective father card right now was not the time. 

“I am literally a professional driver.” Sebastian teased, and both you and Anne’s faces lighted up with a smile as soon as you heard Seb’s sarcastic tone, “Ok, but I will behave.” He accentuated, slightly rolling his eyes as a drama queen. 

You took Anne’s hands in words, and she poured her soul right in was she watched your lovely eyes looking right back at hers and Sebastian’s worried ones through the rear mirror, “I know he likes me, and I like him too. And yet, we have not held hands yet! Also, he stood right next to me during the movie and not a word shared – like I don’t even exist.” She almost sobbed, snatching your hands tightening into hers. Your eyes softened, oh my dear girl. You patted the back of her hand, opening your mouth to speak. 

“Very good.” Sebastian stepped in again, “You are sixteen, holding hands should be banned until you are at least eighteen.” He added, throwing a look over the shoulder to forewarn Anne. 

“Eyes on the road, Sebastian.” You intoned in a somewhat harsh tone, sharpening him with a look that had the intention of being mean, but being unsuccessful so as yours caught his and you saw the spectacle of luminated lights on the road flickering within the margins of his irises.  

Sebastian nodded, “You are right, I will shut up.” He spoke, being scolded even by Anne’s glare reflected in the rear mirror that piercing him. Sebastian wanted for his daughter to just be the happiest girl in the world, and if holding hands with that boy was what she needed at that moment to become that, your ex-husband had to accept it. 

“You said he was shy, right?” You asked, playing it cool as if you were not just seeing the boy trembling next to your daughter minutes ago in the cinema, “It was not the place and the moment to hold hands, perhaps.” You assured Anne with a warm smile, “Next time, maybe be the one to catch his hand in yours. Boys are not really that great in catching subtilities, and to act accordingly of their thoughts, especially when they are young. They try to seem tough, rough and like they are not touched by anything, especially when they are with their friends.” You highlighted, slightly pointing to Sebastian as you titled your head. 

“I saw that, love.” Sebastian laughed, realizing right after that stopping this force of habit was going to be tougher that it seemed, “And yes, Anne. Your mother was right, we are the stupidest beings when it comes to catch signals, and we like to put on a persona around friends, this will change as he grows up.” 

You nodded, “Yes, you just have to be up-front about it.” You added, glaring at Sebastian as you were both thinking about the very first time you got into a huge fight due to exactly this reason, “Ask him if he likes you when you feel ready to do so, avoiding the talk will only do worse – trust me, and your father.” You spoke, hands still cupped with Anne. 

Sebastian nodded, and Anne could see his toughened glare in the mirror watching you two, “Feelings can be little intricate branches that crawl into your mind, body and soul trying to fool you into sheltering them deep down, your mother thought you and me how to cope with them, and for that we should be forever grateful for.” Sebastian spoke in a soft tone much contrary to his eyes, “Maybe, your little friend was not that lucky yet.” Your ex-husband commented, filling Anne’s heart with big hopeful flakes of light for her to be that person, for her to show him how to learn love. 

“Do you want to come in?” You asked Sebastian as the car stopped outside of your house, “I am hungry, and I am sure Anne’s famished too—” 

“I am not, I want to go to bed early.” Anne interrupted, jumping straight out of the car, and going into the house, probably locking right away into her room to text the boy, “Goodnight, mom, dad!” She yelled, slamming shut the door after she got in. 

You laughed, “Oh, she is head over heels over this guy.” You huffed, amusingly watching the light of her room blasting at the second-floor sight that she basically bolted in 0.2 seconds on the stairs. 

“Reminds me of someone.” Sebastian teased, rubbing shoulders with you as you were both out of the car and leaning on the side of it. 

You laughed, “I stole my mom’s phone once to text you.” 

Sebastian laughed back, “I know, I stole my father’s car to impress you.” 

You shook your head as you faked disbelief, “You were already impressing me by winning races, there was no need to steal a random streetcar from your father.” You spoke, side-eyeing him from time to time as you talked. 

“I have not won a race in a hot minute.” Sebastian pleaded, watching his feet rather than your face. 

“You will, no worries.” You spoke, gently stroking the man’s shoulder with your fingers for comfort. 

“Most unlikely.” Sebastian bittersweetly uttered before he took a huge breath of air in, “I am resigning from Formula One by the end of the season.” He then exhaled, clean blue eyes locking yours now.   

You could not help yourself but slightly smile, you have seen what more than twenty-five years have done to him doing this job. You witnessed that all, all the highs, all the lows, and all the in-betweens. You said nothing on the matter, and Sebastian knew that you will not – that was the reason why you divorced him the first place. In that moment, watching you staring at him back with a little smile sprung on your face and glistering eyes, weary skin and a bittersweetly usage of tone, Sebastian wished for him to have been able to deliver this type of news sooner – three years sooner. 

Your shoulders shrugged and then twitched back up, the tension in your body releasing at once, “Are you hungry or not?” You asked departing from the car and making your way into the house. 

Sebastian nodded and followed you, like the man had always has done. At the door frame, Sebastian’s steps slowed, and you inquisitively stopped yours, “What happened?” You asked, the hungriness that took over your body being replaced with a short amused smiled as you watched Sebastian just standing there and staring right back at you. 

“There is only you, too.” Sebastian simply replied, confirming that you were both thinking of the same evening back in the car, “And yes,” Seb laughed, “I still think that Robert is a dumb ass name.” He spoke, and you two busted into laughter as the door of your house opened, both spending the rest of the evening in your kitchen trying to make something comestible to eat out of what laid in the back of your freezer. 

You were all that the other one knew, and such evenings as the one more than twenty-five years ago and the one just now were mere reminders of that. There were only you two, always. 

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The fear of losing you | Sebastian Sallow x fem!Reader | Oneshot

Word count: 2.7k

Summary: You came down with a nasty cold, draining you of all energy and Sebastian wasn't one to let you run around with that for too long. Especially since your state reminds him so much of someone else.

Warnings: angsty, but mostly fluffy, very scared little boy, mentions of injury/death, birth

Hello there! ❤️️

This lovely audio made by @legacygirlingreen inspired me to write this little fic! It's so cute and angsty, I just had to. Please do check her out!

Anyways, I hope you enjoy!❤️️

~Mia

“Where’s MC?”

The brunette looked at his blonde friend concerned, knowing he’s none the wiser. By this time usually you would’ve shown up to stuff your face with some breakfast pancakes or porridge, having this cute satisfied smile as soon as you were full. 

It was a tradition at this point.

Sebastian was usually the one coming in late into the Great Hall with his best friend. Meanwhile Ominis would be groaning that they again have so little time to get breakfast, because Sebastian just had to read the full chapter of his newest novel the night before and barely got out of bed in the morning. But when his deep brown eyes would scan the large room, he’d always find you in a heartbeat, smiling at him so sweetly. And after he would sit down and start eating himself, you’d always get distracted by the people sitting next to you, conversing happily, which would always be the perfect opportunity to stare at you, which of course Sebastian always used every single morning. And at the end, when everyone was full and supposed to get moving to their classes, you’d look at him again and by gods…the blush on your face, when he smiled at you or he even dared to wink at you. You clearly had no idea how it made him putty in your hands.

But today…no warm “good morning” smile, no unashamed staring, no blush.

“I don’t know. Maybe she had a late night and decided to sleep in and get food later,” Ominis said.

Sebastian let out a grunt, brows furrowing as he tried to think of a reason for you not showing up, already painting the worst cases of you being stuck in a cave, surrounded by enemies, or bleeding out somewhere, your lifeless body at the bottom of the Black Lake - no, he should stop assuming such terrible things, making every heartbeat and breath painful.

The students started to hurry through the large doors towards their classes, so Ominis and Sebastian got up, too.

When he looked to the masses pushing through the doors, he saw a figure standing there, looking towards the tables filled with all kinds of foods. It was you!

And Merlin…you looked awful!

Your face was so pale, the bags under your eyes so deep and visible, your hair not as shiny and soft as it usually was and overall you looked so weak.

His heart clenched and he felt himself worry so much in that moment. But he noticed your tired yet hungry expression, so just a second before the whole food vanished to the kitchens below, he quickly grabbed as many pancakes as he could with one hand.

Walking over to you, you noticed him, trying to give him a smile, but it was so weak. He was about to comment on your appearance, but bit his tongue, not wanting to put his foot in.

“Hey, MC. I’ve managed to grab you some pancakes. I hope you don’t mind my filthy hands,” he laughed a bit awkwardly, holding the food to you. But you simply took it with a grateful little smile.

“Ah, thank you, Sebastian. I overslept.”

You and Sebastian trailed behind Ominis and the brunette couldn’t help but look at you, worry still written all over his face.

“Are you alright, MC? You look a little…”

“Ah, don’t worry about it. I just caught a little cold, I’ll be fine.”

Sebastian wasn’t completely convinced, but it was a good sign that you seemed to have an appetite, devouring the pancakes in no time. He would have to trust you, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t keep an eye out for you.

Unfortunately today you barely had any classes together and whenever he saw you rushing to the next class, it seemed you looked weaker and more tired. Especially when so many students again asked for your help with something so ridiculously irrelevant, but you couldn’t say no to even one of them, having a heart that was way too good for this world.

Finally after classes had finished for the day, he caught you running up the stairs in the Astronomy Wing, but every step seemed to be more of a struggle until you finally stopped, pressing your hand against the wall and breathing heavily, a few coughs escaping your lungs.

Quickly Sebastian caught up to you, wrapping his arm around you protectively, as you looked like you were about to fall.

“MC! Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry about me,” you tried to brush it off, trying to take another step without Sebastian’s support, but you failed.

“You clearly aren’t. Come on, let me help you.”

Before you could protest, you felt his arm slither behind the back of your knees and the other over your shoulders and with ease he lifted you up, carrying you up the stairs, your arms flinging around his neck, afraid of falling.

“I got you, MC. You’re not going to fall.”

~~~

When you looked at the Slytherin, you wondered if you saw a hint of a smile on his lips, enjoying the closeness of carrying you like this. But you couldn’t be sure, your mind was way too hazy with this damned cold you must’ve caught, exploring one too many cold and dark caves in search for an ancient artifact this old lady was searching for. A family heirloom she told you.

“Where should I bring you to? Your dorm?”

His voice was so soft and warm…yes, he was warm. His chest radiated so much heat to you, and you just wanted to get closer and closer, wrapping yourself in that cozy warmth.

“No, no. You remember my room? The door is closeby. I wanted to go there anyway.”

“Okay,” he nodded, walking straight to the empty wall across the dancing troll tapestry, the door quickly appearing in front of you and he stepped right on through, obviously still a little impressed by the sheer grandness of the room.

“You can let me down now,” you said, pushing against his chest, trying to keep at least some independence in your current state. And maybe because you couldn’t even hear yourself think with the way your heart was beating, being so close to your year-long crush.

It was quite embarrassing to be completely honest, you thought, harboring these feelings for him way too long by now and not being able to just confess. But somehow, whenever you found the courage to tell him, every word of the English language just escaped your brain, when he smiled down to you, waiting expectantly for you to say what important thing you had to tell him. At least you always managed to come up with something else, avoiding the embarrassment of babbling absolute nonsense to him and possibly being rejected. After all, you didn’t want to make things awkward between the two of you; besides, you couldn't even entertain the thought of having a chance.

To even think of it! 

Ridiculous!

~~~

Sebastian slowly set you down, though his heart protested loudly, wanting to keep you close…only to make sure, you’re okay, obviously.

You got to your feet and started to make your way towards your many brewing stations. Honestly, who in their right mind needed seven…seven brewing stations with three pots each. And it wasn’t even that just one of them was in use, but all of the spaces had liquids bubbling in cauldrons hovering over a small fire.

The moment your hand reached for the armrest of the large couch to stabilize yourself and you started coughing, Sebastian was quick to hold you again, stopping you from taking a step further.

“Why don’t you lay down right here on the couch and I’ll bring you whatever you need. How does that sound?”

He was happy you didn’t fight the idea like the stubborn person you often were and instead sat down. Sebastian carefully lifted your feet onto the couch, pulling a blanket over you and bringing two of the small pillows from the armchairs behind him to your head, making sure you’d be lying down comfortably. He didn’t mean to (or did he), but his hand brushed over your hair in a comforting way, like he often did with Anne. But you seemed to like it, closing your eyes and relaxing into it, until another coughing fit erupted from you. 

Quickly he looked around your room, ignoring the terrible clench of his heart, and instead finding your gardening pots. He knew that the leaves of one of your plants always helped Anne to lessen the urge to cough, so he ripped it off its stem and gave it to you, instructing you to chew it.

“It won’t taste nice, but it should help.”

His hand found its way back to your head, gently stroking it, fingers brushing through your hair and he smiled slightly, when the effect of the leaf took hold. You groaned, obviously hating to feel so helpless and weak. Sebastian knew how awful it felt, but he was just glad to be there for you. To take care of you. For once he could help.

~~~

With a hoarse voice, you called out his name.

“Sebastian? Could you get me my bag? It’s somewhere over there.”

You pointed to the place where you remembered throwing your bag, before rushing to bed in your dorm and luckily Sebastian quickly found it.

“There must be a vial with blue liquid inside.”

He roamed through it, mumbling how there was way too much random stuff inside it, but grabbed the vial and handed it to you, kneeling next to the couch. With one big swig, you downed its contents and were surprised it actually tasted quite decent.

“What did you just drink?”

“This is supposed to be a remedy for all kinds of sickness that a good friend of mine, a vendor near the shore, gifted me. I should be back to health after a good rest.”

A shaky, yet relieved sigh escaped Sebastian lips and you saw his whole body relax a little more. Was he so on edge because of you?

“Good, good. Then I should probably leave you to get some sleep.”

The boy stood up and for some reason you panicked.

“No!”

You were met by a confused look and you couldn’t help the blood rushing to your cheeks in embarrassment.

“I mean…could you maybe stay? Just for a little while?”

By Gods, you sounded so pathetic, but you didn’t want him to leave.

And to your surprise he sat down on the edge of the couch, smiling and nodding.

“Sure, if you want me here, I’ll stay.”

He placed a hand on your arm and gently ran it up and down. Maybe…just maybe…you could push for a little bit more.

“Do you mind laying down next to me?”

You shifted towards the backrest, creating enough space for Sebastian to lie down and for a moment you thought you ruined it, not being able to read the expression on his face, but then he did lie down. He scooted close to you, carefully…almost shyly wrapping his arms around you, but with you guiding his arm, he seemed to grow a little more confident, pulling you close enough so your head was resting against his chest. You didn’t know what was more distracting…the way his legs were slowly intertwining with yours or how his heart hammered against his chest so loudly. But before you could decide, a wave of drowsiness washed over you, lulling you into a deep sleep.

When you awoke, you felt way better. The constant buzzing headache had vanished, the burning in your lungs was gone too and you felt way more ready to face whatever the day brought with it. Though the very cozy warmth you found yourself cocooned in and this musky scent that surrounded you, smelling like home, made you want to stay like this forever. But when you heard soft sniffles, breaking the steady and relaxing rhythm of breathing, you got concerned, moving away to look at the boy still cuddling you.

“Sebastian?”

His deep brown eyes found yours and you almost felt your heart crack, when you noticed the anxiety in them, tears brimming at the edges. Your hand quickly found his cheek, hoping to bring him some comfort.

“What’s going on? Why are you crying?”

You seemed to have caught him off-guard, his mind coming back to reality after clearly having drifted off to some dark places.

“I-I don’t know…” His voice was shaky and unsure, his hands that still held onto you shivering a little, grabbing the fabric of your clothes a little tighter.

“I…I’m just glad you’re okay again. Seeing you ill…so weak and aching…it reminded me of Anne.”

He struggled more and more with every other word, his breathing becoming more shallow and you saw his Adam's apple helplessly bobbing to take care of the dryness in his mouth.

It pained you to see him like this.

You kept on stroking his cheek, your fingers occasionally brushing away the curls from his face, feeling your heart clench more and more.

“I don’t want to lose you, MC. I just…I can’t lose you.”

The tears in his eyes started spilling and quickly you pulled him close, pressing his face to your chest and brushing through his hair, trying to comfort him as best as you could.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay. It’s okay. I’m alright. You won’t lose me. You’ll never lose me.”

It just broke your heart feeling him tremble so much in your arms, but at least you seemed to calm him down a little. Yet, you didn’t expect to hear the next few words, muffled against your collar bone.

“I love you, MC. Please don’t leave me.”

Time stood still and a thousand thoughts rushed through your head, rendering you damn near speechless, but at last you were able to open your mouth and say the only words that were important right now.

“I promise, I’ll never leave you, Sebastian. I love you, too.”

~~~

You screamed in pain. Everything seemed to hurt and Sebastian could only watch. He was about to lose his mind, the screams only reminding him of his dear twin sister. But then you pulled on his hand, yanking him out of this trance and his eyes found yours.

“Sebastian, I am okay. I need you here with me right now. I know you are scared and you can worry about this, when it’s over, but right now I need you. Please.”

“Of course, love. I’m sorry. I am with you.”

He quickly kneeled down next to your bed, holding your hand in both of his, kissing your knuckles.

“You are so strong, love. You’re so very strong. I love you so much.”

He placed a hand on your head, kissing your sweaty forehead. His other hand kept securely holding yours and before he knew it, you were squeezing it tightly, screaming out in pain again, doing your very best. And only a couple of moments later, another kind of scream erupted and relief washed over him, tears slipping from the corners of his eyes.

The nurse came around to you and handed you the small red-faced creature. You were crying too, tears of pure happiness rolling down your cheeks as you cradled the little one close to your chest for the first time.

“Sebastian, look at our baby.”

He quickly brushed away his tears and sat down next to you, moving the baby blanket gently to the side to get a better view. 

And there she was.

His beautiful and healthy daughter.

Lucky wasn’t even the right term to describe what Sebastian was feeling at that very moment, but he just smiled from ear to ear, welcoming this little bundle of joy to the world and then kissing his beautiful and healthy wife.

“You did so well, MC. I love you so very much.”

“I love you, too, Sebastian.”

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Hear me out, one of Tav’s parents went missing when he was very young. Later he finds out that the reason why his parent went missing was because Astarion lured them to Cazador.

I hope you read my about, Anon. This might go a little different than you expected. My first request :o I’m excited.

Oneshot: Daddy Issues

Astarion x male reader Content Warnings: Discussion of child abuse and child neglect. Mature language. Talk of Adultery. Notes: Tav gets a little unhinged from the doorframe. Tav is not a heroic person. Might not be lore friendly?

…..

The venture into Cazador’s palace was anything but easy, the smell of neglect radiated over the place. It made you wonder if the vampire lord even cared for keeping up appearances, but knowing how some vampires made their rule.. They probably cared more about causing fear than looking as good as they say in romance novels… There was nothing romantic about this place. The allure could’ve been a fantasy for the many victims Astarion was forced to lure into this damned place.

You wouldn’t lie, if this place was given a massive makeover.. It might actually make a nice home. Yet, it was better to keep that banter for after the upcoming battle. Astarion’s unease made your neck hairs stand on edge. You protectively placed yourself in front of Astarion whenever the party turned another corner. His undead lungs consistently caught a large breath at every stop. Like he was about to walk into another nightmare.

Certainly he would, and so would you. The dungeon’s elevator let in an air of absolute disgust. Not just the smell.. The sight of all the victims in cages.

After Sebastian lunged for Astarion in rage, you pulled him back. ‘’This is not your fault.’’ A part of you wanted to judge the poor noble for being stupid, on the other hand.. You didn’t have it in you to mentally process what this could mean. Being another one of Astarion’s victims? No.. No. Don’t you dare even think about it. This guy is already dead, walking into the trap was his own fault. You on the other hand, were here to help Astarion kill Cazador. He may have tried to seduce you under false pretences, but you fell for each other despite all that. You wanted to give him the world. You were not his victim.

‘’They’re all here.’’ He muttered. ‘’Gods. They’re all here.’’

You looked at him with a reassuring glance. ‘’Don’t think about it. Think about yourself.’’ The conflict in Astarion’s eyes remained briefly, pushing at the sides of his mind. He shook his head. ‘’..You’re right. There’s no use in lingering in the past.. Not now.’’

Confident, the party began to cross the room, ignoring the sights of all the vampire spawn in the cages. ‘’Maybe we should.. Free them?’’ Gale uttered, doubtful. ‘’And unleash a horde of ravenous vampire spawn?’’ Shadowheart spit back at the wizard. ‘’They look like they’ve never even fed!’’

Astarion shuddered, wanting to be out of here as soon as possible. He had to face this.

To your regret, as he turned to you once more for guidance, a familiar voice called out.

‘’Tav..? Son- Is that you?’’

You felt bile rise up in your stomach. You haven’t heard this voice since you were at least ten years old. ‘’My, so this is where you’ve been, after all this?’’ You started to laugh in amusement, making everyone around you raise their brows in confusion.

Astarion looked to you, then to the man speaking to you.. He blinked, unsure if this was one of his victims. You made eye contact with the vampire, your expression unreadable.

‘’Don’t worry, I’m not judging you.’’ You noted, before turning back to the man who had abandoned you. ‘’You.. On the other hand.’’

‘’Wait- Does that mean Astarion slept with your-’’ Shadowheart cut herself off as you glared at her. You did not want to envision that at all. Gross. 

‘’Oh I remember that night..’’ Your father’s voice sounded as drunk and hazy as when he left. Maybe that was simply his natural state of being, but you did not care.

‘’..Do you have anything to say that isn’t an attempt to insult me?’’ Your response sounded as bitter as you felt. ‘’Poor dear old dad, seduced by one of his many conquests into damnation. Absolutely perfect. Congratulations.’’

Astarion eyed you, remembering how little you spoke of your past. Maybe.. To distract him, you might as well indulge your loved one. ‘’This man, this man.. Is why my mother left. It’s why I grew up eating moldy bread in the streets.’’ You shook your arms. ‘’This is.. Amazing. I can’t believe he’s here. No- I can. This is actually a good thing.’’ You felt the spiteful laughter tugging your throat. You wanted to laugh until you couldn’t breathe.

‘’Darling..’’ Astarion looked at you with some concern in his voice, unsure what to say. 

‘’Damned little son of a bitch! Let me out of here!’’ Your father tried to reach for you through the bars, you looked at him with cold dead eyes. With one swift turn, you avoided his claws and grabbed him by the throat, smashing him against the prison bars. He coughed up whatever bit of congealed blood was left in his lungs. ‘’Ugh-’’

‘’Can you imagine? This pitiful man.’’ You sighed as you released him, he dropped to the floor. You turned to Astarion again, eyes softening.

‘’For as long as I can remember, this man abused me and my mother. He would leave her with very little, refusing to let her even get a job to provide for me.. Because all he did was drink, and drink, go out and sleep with strangers.’’ You sighed, looking back to the pathetic thing in the cage.

‘’I suppose he was handsome enough for your master to drink dry, maybe he just wanted to get drunk on his intoxicated blood.’’ You went quiet for a moment.

‘’One day, when he didn’t come back- My mother decided it was the perfect time to abandon me.’’ The spite and hatred in your eyes came flowing back. ‘’I had nothing but anger to survive on.’’

‘’You whoreson-’’ Your father once more spoke up, but you spit at him. ‘’SHUT UP!’’

‘’I should’ve beaten you more.’’

You decided to let him have his say, and thus the insults of decades came back around. You remembered them all, each little thing he knew would rile you up and cause you to run and hide. You wanted to slap the teeth out of his mouth, but patiently waited until he was finished.

‘’Have you nothing to say for yourself boy?’’ Your father held onto the prison bars again. ‘’Be a good little shit and do something right in your life for once. Let me out.’’

You stared at him, expression unreadable. Astarion grabbed your hand, he now too shared your rage. ‘’I don’t remember him, actually.. Pity.’’ He said, clicking his teeth.

‘’What? You don’t remember how you led me into this hell? You little-’’ He tried to lunge forward again, making pathetic attempts to claw his way out. ‘’You said all these little- recited lines! Sounded so dreamy. Corny. I was very into it. The sex wasn’t that great though.’’

He turned back to you, noticing you interlocking your fingers with Astarion. Your lover’s face contorted with disgust at your father. ‘’Don’t tell me- you’re into this man? Are you sleeping with him?’’ the deadbeat stopped and laughed at you. ‘’Oh.. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, boy. You’re just like me. Admit it.’’

For a moment, the childlike doubt overtook you again. Everything he said was designed to hurt you, to treat you like a punching bag. He would sometimes feign care for you, only to earn your trust and use it against you like a weapon. You were just a little kid.. This man, this man was a real monster.

‘’I don’t think so, Tav is nothing like you.’’ Astarion thought about it. ‘’If anything, it makes no sense for him to be related to you. Are you sure your wife didn’t sleep around? Hmm?’’ Astarion’s words clearly hit a nerve, because your father once more tried to claw his way out, screaming obscenities.

You didn’t care for either your parents, the idea of your mother sleeping with another man to conceive you wasn’t that far fetched. After all, as far as you were concerned.. You had no parents. You had to raise yourself.

‘’Don’t talk to me like that, you… You..  Manwhore!’’ Your father remarked, he started to look defeated, falling to the ground.

Both you and Astarion shared the same expression at the sight. Amusement. A little piece of justice had come from all this misery.

‘’There’s one little thing.. Just the thing. How do I put this?’’ Astarion thought for a moment. ‘’I think you slept with Petras, not me.’’ He then looked back at you, worried.  ‘’I may have been horrible enough to seduce people for�� Cazador. But I never went for the already drunk ones.’’ That confession seemed to hit both Gale and Shadowheart as well. It was genuine.

From all the different kinds of people held captive in this place.. The stories of drunk people falling victim to some of the worst crimes imaginable was one all too familiar.

When he mentioned Petras, you recalled running into him at the flophouse. He recited some of Astarion’s lines in the corniest way possible in an attempt to seduce you. ‘’My dad slept with that guy?’’ You nearly choked. Then your laughter became a storm.

‘’I can’t-’’ You wheezed. ‘’THAT’S-’’ You coughed. ‘’I can’t breathe!’’ You nearly fell to the floor. Then it turned from joyful, into sadistic laughter.

You could see your father peer his reddened eyes at Astarion, narrowing them, making sure he was right.. Then he slowly realised. ‘’You’re.. An elf.’’ 

You laughed again sadistically, and Astarion joined you. 

Gale and Shadowheart awkwardly shifted around. ‘’It’s always like this with those two, huh?’’ Shadowheart mumbled. ‘’You know, I would laugh too if that was my father.’’ Gale shrugged. ‘’Let them, if anything.. The reprieve from the misery in this place is a good thing.’’ Neither the Wizard or the Cleric were as eager to run into a battle with a vampire lord. They were doing this for the sake of their friends. ‘’Well, my mother figure was terrible.’’ Shadowheart eventually added, accepting that this might as well be a good thing. ‘’I should’ve laughed at her downfall, perhaps it would have made things better..’’

You took one more look at your father in the cage as you came down from your high. Taking a deep breath, you examined his face clearly.

‘’Yes, gloat some more. Or are you actually pitying me now?’’ Your father remarked, his eyes begged for freedom. Surely you wouldn’t damn 7000 souls just because of him now, would you?

‘’No, I am simply burning this perfect picture of you into my mind.’’ You replied, causing the dread to sink into his form. ‘’No- No! Don’t let him do this! Please!’’ He turned to your allies, then to Astarion, putting on a different persona in an attempt to persuade him. ‘’I tried okay? He’s lying! I was drunk yes- But I’m not-’’

‘’Shhhh. Hush now, I think he likes it when you look so pathetic.’’ Astarion stared at him with a faked expression of empathy. ‘’Are you ready, my dear?’’ He turned back to you, seeing your smirk slowly fade. ‘’Oh, I’ve had my revenge. Are you ready to get yours?’’ You asked him back, he simply nodded.

Today was only just going to get better.

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[ravensliterature]

A Life Ransomed

A/N: Got a new request!

pairing: Sebastian Michaelis x Reader

warnings: Some curse words, description of violence and blood

w/c: 1733

Prompt: Sebastian’s mate has been kidnapped. He will do anything to bring her back. 

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Sebastian hadn't seen you for a couple of hours which made him nervous. Sebastian Michaelis was one hell of a butler and this meant that not many things went under his radar.  You were one of them, especially as his mate. You were a maid for Ciel Phantomhive and Sebastian was the one to recruit you after you left serving for the queen's guard. He thought that your skills as a soldier would be beneficial for protecting Ciel against his enemies and your training meant you knew how to take orders. You were probably the best employee of Ciel's besides Sebastian, which isn't saying a lot... 

For Sebastian, you were different than any other human. Your mind is so much more complex than he thought possible and it intrigued him to no end. He wanted to understand what thoughts go through your head at all times. Plus, you also had a deep affinity for cats which was a bonus.  And you are beautiful. He never saw an angel as pretty as you, with those locks, your soft skin, and those eyes which sparkle even when they're sad or annoyed. He adored you. You had come to care for him as well and eventually, he made you his mate. According to Sebastian, demons only have one mate for their entire life. Even if they don't fall in love with each other or their mate, they still stay with that person forever. You two were bound and luckily you did love each other.  You two would always do anything for each other. Sebastian would give you the world without hesitation. Ciel did eventually find out about you both.  At first, he didn’t know whether or not he should condone the relationship but Sebastian appeared to have more determination in his duties thanks to you. Ultimately,  Ciel decided to let the two of you keep being together even though he had concerns. 

It was becoming later in the day and you were nowhere to be seen. Sebastian's fears continued to grow and he was beginning to worry that something bad happened to you. He continued his duties but he made sure to look around for you each time he completed a task for the young master.  He walked to the gardens hoping you weren’t hiding from him. He stopped by every place that could be considered a meeting point between you two and there was simply no sight of you. His realization that you weren't at the Phantomhive manner made a pitfall in his stomach. 

He opted to ignore his fears contemplating the possibility that maybe Ciel sent you into town to retrieve something.  No...that couldn't be the case, because you'd be back by now.  The Phantomhive manor was vast with plenty of places where people might hide. Maybe someone kidnapped you? That thought sent chills down Sebastian’s spine. Ciel had many enemies, it was possible.  After thinking for several moments, he realized that there was no evidence of this either. 

One of Sebastian's last tasks for the day was retrieving the mail from the porch. Sebastian opened the long door to see several letters strung about.  He noticed that some were sealed tight with wax but most were addressed to the Ciel and some to other members of the household. Something out of the ordinary is that there is one addressed to him. Sebastian throughout his entire time at the manor had never received a piece of mail.  It must have been delivered earlier today while he was tending to Ciel.  Carefully, Sebastian opened the small envelope and began to read: 

Dear Mr. Michaellis, 

I apologize for contacting you on such short notice but please forgive me for interrupting your work today. I'm afraid my business is not very pleasant but we have a settle to score. My men have taken your partner and will take your life in exchange for hers.  I believe this is a reasonable bargain to prevent unnecessary bloodshed. Come alone or die trying to reach her.  I have hired the strongest men so your little fiasco that happened once won't happen again.

Azzurro Vanel

Sebastian crumpled up the letter in disgust as anger bubbled in his chest and his eyes flashed fuschia.  Azzurro and his men were going to take his mate? How dare they! He would make them pay! Without waiting another moment, he ran towards the kitchen grabbing a handful of knives.  He needed to hunt down these bastards and kill them.

"Hey! What the bloody hell are you doing?!" Someone called out to him. It was Ciel. 

Before Sebastian could say anything, Ciel pulled him aside and started lecturing him furiously. 

"What in heaven's name are you doing with my silverware?"  

Sebastian looked stern as he continued to grab various kitchen items. 

"I was just taking care of some business." Ciel gave him a disapproving glare and shook his head.

"Don't think that I haven't seen your worried expressions all day." Sebastian frowned at Ciel's comment and sighed. "Y/N has been taken by Azzurro Vanel. I plan to return her home." 

Ciel nodded. "Well I can't fault you for wanting to bring home your lover but please be home before 10 PM."

Sebastian nodded before picking up a knife. 

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Sebastian ran through the entrance of the run-down building on the edge of London, throwing a knife at the head of a hired mercenary.  Sebastian felt exhilarated as he watched the man fall to the ground with blood dripping off his temple. There was a slight pause as the mercenaries recovered from the attack but Sebastian took no time killing them as well.  He wasn't about to waste a second. As Sebastian reached the staircase leading towards what appeared to be the office, likely where Azzurro was holding you.  With all the energy he possessed, Sebastian kicked open the door.  Inside, Sebastian found Azzurro sitting behind his desk while two large men held guns at his head. 

You were tied up like cattle to a chair across from Azzurro. His face was emotionless except for his piercing gaze. A few candles illuminated the room allowing Sebastian enough light to see the way your face contorted in pure fear.

"I told you to come in peace," Azzurro said calmly. "So let's begin the fun." 

Azzuro stood from behind the desk and made his way toward your side.  Sebastian glared daggers at him until Azzurro grabbed you roughly by your arm.  Sebastian moved a step forward until a gun was placed to your head.  You whimpered in fear and squeezed your eyes shut. Sebastian froze. He hated seeing you this vulnerable, scared even, especially since he himself was feeling extremely upset.

"Don't try anything," Azzurro threatened.  Sebastian narrowed his eyes at him before glancing over at your scared expression. A shiver traveled down his spine as his heart broke for you. You were so fragile. His mate. 

Sebastian took one more step forward and a gunshot was heard. The smoke left Azzurro's gun but you were not harmed.  In fact, you looked like nothing had happened at all. Sebastian smirked slightly as he turned out to be now behind Azzurro, holding the bullet out to him. 

"I want you to know why you are dying Azzurro," Sebastian spoke quietly. "You tried to harm the woman whom I care deeply for and she didn't need or deserve it, therefore, I'll make sure you get the same fate as your men."

Sebastion removed your mouth gag and gave you a sad smile.  "Don't cry (y/n). Everything will be alright. This bastard will suffer. I promise... " You tried to respond but Sebastian interrupted. "I need you to close your eyes." You smiled back.  Tears began to roll down your cheeks as you closed your eyes. Sebastian took the bullet in his hand before pressing the barrel against Azzurro's forehead.

You heard screams, gunshots, and bodies falling to the ground.  Your ears began ringing loudly as your mind struggled to understand what was happening.  "You can open your eyes, my love,"  Sebastian said softly. Your vision focused and there he was standing right in front of you. Sebastian was alive but Azzurro was dead, bleeding profusely.  "We won't let anyone hurt you ever again," Sebastian stated. He moved behind you and uncuffed your wrists. 

You immediately wrapped your arms around Sebastian, sobbing hysterically. He rubbed circles into your back as he hugged you close to his chest and rested his chin atop your head, whispering sweet nothings into your ear to calm you down. Eventually, your breathing started to regulate and you began calming down a bit. You loosened your grip and Sebastian finally removed your head from his chin. You turned around and looked at the carnage that was in the room. Blood was everywhere. Even you were covered in it. Sebastian lifted your chin up and wiped the tears away with his thumb. "Are you ok?"  He asked.

You nodded slowly and sniffled as tears flowed down your face once more. "Thank you... thank you." You whispered. "For everything." Sebastian chuckled and wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him. 

"Of course, my love."

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Sebastian and you sat together on the bed in the guestroom as the sun slowly disappeared. You were still shaken by what happened. The only thing keeping you sane was Sebastian's presence next to you. Sebastian was rubbing your arm soothingly.   He had insisted upon getting the both of you cleaned up after your encounter with Azzurro which he refused to leave your side for even a moment.  Your clothes and hair were stained red from blood, sweat, and dirt. Sebastian had also cleaned your cuts from their rough handling as best as he could with alcohol.  

"How did you find me?" You asked.

"I followed your scent. I knew you were here somewhere." Sebastian replied. "I was... scared."  You nodded your head and kissed his cheek tenderly.

"It's fine. We're safe now," you reassured him. Sebastian leaned into you as he gently touched his lips against yours. You melted into his embrace as your body relaxed.

 He moved the both of you to lie down so you were resting comfortably against one another. Your eyes grew heavy as exhaustion overcame your system. Before you fell asleep completely, Sebastian slipped his arms under your head causing you to nestle deeper into him.

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[akechiguro]

Could you also do yandere headcanons for Ominis Gaunt? I loved it for Sebastian ♡

yandere ominis gaunt headcanons

headcanons / imagines

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Synopsis | a collection of headcanons for a yandere boyfriend, Ominis Gaunt.

Word Count | 622.

Content Warnings | mentions of intrusive thoughts, stalking

Author’s Note | sorry for the delay on these, anon!! i don’t have an excuse 😞 but i hope you enjoy nonetheless 🫶

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✧. ┊ unlike sebastian’s primal jealousy, ominis’ comes in the form of domestic anger. he’ll be petty, with short responses and a firm refusal to talk about whatever’s bothering him if he sees you talking to another guy. he’s aware how toxic it is, but he feels there’s no words to describe his jealousy when he sees you with other people.

✧. ┊ ominis knows you need your space. he tries to respect it as much as he can, but his fear of losing you is so deep that he’s physically unable to be separated from you for more than an hour. if he doesn’t see you for any reason he worries, and is constantly needing confirmation you still like him and there’s nobody else. the years of trauma have done a number on his self-security.

✧. ┊ ordinarily, ominis is completely against the usage of dark magic. being forced to use the cruciatas curse and having it used on him completely changed his views on the magic. but if anyone were to present themselves as a threat, whether it be a physical one or a love interest who isn’t himself, he’s willing to use his apt for the dark arts to make sure nobody, nobody, comes between you and him.

✧. ┊ ominis would never hurt you. it’s almost as if he’s unable to even think about hurting you without upsetting himself. even when he’s ignoring you for speaking to someone who wasn’t himself, he feels extremely horrible about it, going as far as to beg on his knees if you desire such an apology. if he is being petty about your inner circle, he still makes sure to leave your favorite sweets from Honeydukes on your nightstand (with help from your owl if you’re not in the boys dorm), just to let you know he still cares.

✧. ┊ he’s ashamed of it, but he has stalked you before— or rather, he does. never outside of school, he wouldn’t be able to come up with a good enough reason to tell the Sallows, but he’s prone to it during the school year. nights are his most active hours, he’ll follow about 10 paces behind you just to make sure you’re getting where you need to go safely. he’s not proud of it, in fact he hates himself for resorting to such a creepy method, but he would hate to not be with you and have something happen.

✧. ┊ if you were to break up, ominis would appear as though he’s taking it well. he’d be respectful and understanding on the surface, but he would frequent the undercroft a lot more. sebastian swears he once heard anguished screams coming from it while passing by, but assumed he was hallucinating. another rumor going around says ominis has more than a couple scars from crucio. he wouldn’t be able to handle you not being with him anymore, not without some form of self-punishment.

✧. ┊ while he may give you a teasingly hard time, if you asked ominis to do your schoolwork for you, he would do it in a heartbeat. not just schoolwork, either; absolutely anything you need help with, he would do with the best of his abilities. there’s nothing he would say “no” to.

✧. ┊ losing anne and the scare of losing sebastian enhanced ominis’ already yandere-ish tendencies far beyond what he would let them be. more than a few dark thoughts cross his mind every time he sees you and you’re not by his side. he would never act on them, he wouldn’t forgive himself for, say, abducting you or doing something without your consent. but his intrusive thoughts are frequent and he doesn’t know how to deal with them.

✧. ┊ you’re his everything. he wouldn’t let himself live in peace if it weren’t for you. remember that.

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[animasola86]

Just Breathe

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x gn!reader

Genre: Angst/Hurt/Comfort/Fluff // Words: 3.1k // [READ ON AO3]

Warnings: Blood! Panic attacks! Mentions of murder/self-defence!

Synopsis: After clearing another poacher camp, you and Sebastian fall into a sticky situation that will leave you questioning your life choices.

“Let me see!”

As soon as the last poacher fell motionless to the ground, Sebastian hurried over to where you were crouched next to a broken crate, or rather in the middle of its remains. That last Depulso had thrown you all the way here and against the wall behind you, and while you could feel your head spinning from crashing through that wooden box, you hadn't even noticed the large gash on your forearm.

“It's fine, just a scratch, don't worry,” you told him and scrambled to your feet as he grabbed you by the elbow.

“That's an awful lot of blood for just a scratch,” he remarked and put his hand on the wound to stop said blood from spilling even more. “Drink a Wiggenweld, please,” he urged and motioned his head towards the shoulder bag he carried across his body.

You sighed and dove your free hand into it, only to freeze mid-motion. “There's only one left,” you said quietly and threw him a concerned gaze. “We should keep it, for more serious cases.”

You heard him issue a groan. “It's okay, we'll head back to the castle now anyway. Drink it,” he repeated, and his brown eyes bored into yours.

If Sebastian was one thing, he was persistent. And protective and stubborn and persuasive. Okay, he was a lot of things, and all of these made you falter in the end. Or maybe it was his eyes. Those damn puppy-dog eyes. They had convinced you to crash this poacher camp in the first place – despite there being way too many enemies and despite the remote location and the really not ideal duelling conditions.

After Rookwood's death and Harlow's arrest, poaching activities had gone down in the Highlands, yet they were never truly gone, they were only hiding better. And because he needed to fight something at least once a week that wasn't a training dummy, Sebastian had made it his new hobby to snoop out those hidden camps and then coerced you into helping him clearing them out.

Actually, you knew he would just go there alone if you wouldn't tag along and you wouldn't want him to get into trouble on his own, so you had made it your new hobby as well. Love could make you do the funniest things. And your love for him was beyond measure. One more reason why you uncorked the potion with your thumb and downed it in one big gulp, coughing against the bitter taste.

You then watched him take away his hand and luckily, the magic worked and you had stopped bleeding instantly. All that was left was the tear in your sleeve and the blood staining the fabric of your shirt. “Well done,” he praised you teasingly and leaned in to give you a quick peck on the lips. You sighed playfully and smiled at him, pushing a stray strand of hair out of his forehead.

“Alright, let's leave,” you said then, but both of you remained close to each other for another moment, looking into the other's eyes, probably thinking about the things you would do once you were back at Hogwarts. You were opting for a hot bath, and he had his mind elsewhere as the little twinkle in his eyes told you. You knew you'd find a compromise somehow.

With a deep sigh, he then grabbed your hand and pulled you along through the ruins of the camp. It had taken you a while to find an entrance, and making your way back up to the top floor wouldn't be easy. But you kept going, as you always did.

Going on adventures with Sebastian had become something of a ritual to you over the last months, it had been your only way of occupying your busy minds – well, no, the second way – after spending almost every single minute together in bed.

Yet killing poachers was a new addition, and you still weren't sure if it was the best way of handling this. At first you were hellbent on knocking them unconscious to then deliver them to Officer Singer – but with the amount of Dark wizards still about, you knew the Auror wouldn't be able to handle all of those bad guys you would throw her way.

And when the first poacher's neck had snapped as you had smacked him into the ground with a well-timed Descendo, you hadn't even flinched. It wasn't your first murder anyway. Though you wouldn't call it murder. It was self-defence, you or them, a fight to the death, and you sure as hell weren't ready to step down just yet. It had been the same with Ranrok or Rookwood, you had to kill them in order to save yourself and all the others.

And now you did it for the beasts and the villagers and anyone else who wouldn't mind having a few less poachers and Dark wizards about. Those were your reasons and excuses to allow yourself to crash these camps and thin them out like you did, but you somehow knew that Sebastian had his own reasons. You never really talked about it, you didn't talk about quite a few things, and somehow it wasn't necessary.

He knew he could count on you being there for him and vice versa, and that was how you handled things, despite everything that had happened. Where others would have become estranged, you had only become closer, united under the tight embrace of death and destruction. And together you were unstoppable. You weren't even sure if you could handle anything like this on your own any more.

You were just traversing a long, narrow hallway covered in straw that seemed to be connecting the two parts of that old estate the poachers had made their camp in, when you looked around in confusion. “Did we really come through here?” you wondered and stopped walking for a moment.

Sebastian stopped as well and followed your gaze. “I think so...”

“Looks different,” you mused and raised your wand to cast Lumos, but the light didn't reach too far down the hallway. There were no windows, yet you knew night must have fallen while you had been fighting the bad guys.

“Let's just keep going,” he said quietly and squeezed your hand, before he shone the light of his own wand along the corridor and pulled you further.

Suddenly there was a sharp noise and then all hell broke loose. You heard the creaking and snapping of old wood, then you felt a tug on your wrist, and only then did you see the boy in front of you disappearing through a hole in the floor, his surprised yell echoing off the walls. It all happened so fast, you weren't even able to hold onto his hand. Somewhere below you, you heard more creaking and wood breaking, then a thudding and a low groan.

You fell to your knees immediately, shining your wand light down into the darkness. “Sebastian!” you called out, your voice breaking in sheer panic. It had taken you a moment to realize what had happened, but once it registered your heart was thundering and your breaths were shallow. “SEBASTIAN!”

“Here...” you heard a faint answer. You couldn't see him, and he sounded very strained. You felt your lips trembling as all the blood rushed from your face.

“Are you okay?” you asked, even though you were already imagining the worst.

“I... I don't know...” You heard it then. The pain in his voice. And it made your head spin and drown out anything else.

“I'm coming down! Don't move!” you called to him, before you looked around frantically. It took you an embarrassingly long moment to realize you were a wand carrier, and after you conjured a rope ladder and secured it to a sturdy looking metal hook in the wall, you climbed down into the darkness, the light of your wand swaying with every unsteady step.

Three or four metres down, you finally reached the bottom, and once you did, you shone your light around and saw him lying in a pile of broken wood and dented metal. You threw yourself to the ground in front of him, placing your wand next to you to grab his face with shaking hands.

“Sebastian?” you asked quietly. He had his eyes closed and was barely breathing and so pale, even his freckles seemed to have lost all colour and strength. His eyelids fluttered then and when he looked at you, he groaned.

Instead of saying anything, his eyes moved downwards, and then you saw it.

“No,” you whimpered helplessly and immediately pressed your hands around the metal stick poking out of his side. “No!” You didn't even notice your tears until they blurred your vision.

Breathing heavily, you tried to focus on what to do, how to help him, anything to distract you from your growing hysteria, but all your brain was producing were thoughts along the lines of I CAN'T LOSE HIM!, in that tone and voice, loud and overpowering, ever repeating.

“I can't lose you,” you voiced those words out loud eventually, then you felt his hand on yours.

“You won't,” he whispered, obviously pained as he stared at you, trying to stay awake.

You looked at him out of teary eyes, completely panicked and already overcome with grief, even though he was still with you. But just the thought of losing him rendered you completely helpless. Overwhelmed by your emotions, you just knelt in front of him, your hands around his wound, your mind showing you all the different scenarios and outcomes and futures without him. Your breaths were erratic, and you felt light-headed and completely out of your element.

“Tell me what to do,” you whined barely audible, tears streaming down your face while the blood rushed through your ears. Your lips were tingling and your chest hurt.

“Breathe,” he said and squeezed your hand lightly. “Just breathe.”

You stared at him, and his words confused you enough to actually do what he told you. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, you slowly fought those noisy visions inside your head – and something else came through. Your survival instincts. You'd been injured before, as had he, even though never this severe, and somehow you had always made it through.

But as you went through the possibilities of what you could do, you thought back to the moment not so long ago when he had forced you to drink your last Wiggenweld potion. Suddenly the panic was back in full force. “No... Wiggenweld...” you croaked out and tried to think hard and past the ever growing doom inside your head.

“Listen to me,” you heard him say, his voice faint and his face even paler now. You bit your lip and looked at him. “You have to...” He groaned and closed his eyes for a moment, shifting on his bed of debris. “Pull the... rod out...” he went on, quietly, his pain evident in every syllable. “And then... use... a spell to stop... the bleeding...”

You stared at him and then at the metal object sticking out of him, focusing hard on his words and not on your panic. During his fall through the rotten floor boards, he must have landed directly on it and it went right through him, impaling his side. You couldn't see much, only the blood pooling around the wound, staining his white shirt. With shaking fingers you felt around his back for the end of the rod, but it kept on going and seemed to be lodged in the pile he was lying on.

“I... I don't think I can... pull it out...” you whispered, your hands now on either side of the metal staff, carefully supporting his body. At least it didn't seem to have hit any vital organs, but you couldn't be sure. You had zero anatomical knowledge in that regard, something your education at Hogwarts seriously lacked. “I... I have to... pull you off it,” you then concluded.

He groaned faintly and then groaned louder, when you started moving his shoulder forwards. “Use your... wand...”

Once again you had momentarily forgotten you could do magic now. Exhaling loudly, you nodded and grabbed your wand. But even when you cast Levioso on him and carefully lifted him off the debris, he was grunting and crying out in pain, and your heart almost couldn't take it. More tears flooded your eyes, and you had to really bite your lip as you continued levitating him onto a cleaner patch of the floor.

He had his hand on his stomach, but you could see the blood gushing out of his back now, the wound wide open without the object holding it together. You fell to your knees and put your wand to his body, racking your brain for the right spell. But then panic settled back in. “Which spell?” you shrieked helplessly, your wand hand shaking badly. You'd heard about the Muggle way of stopping bleeds, but you weren't sure he would like that very much. “Incendio? I could burn your wound shut...”

“No,” he groaned, clearly against it. “Use... Vulnera Sanentur. Say it three times... hold it over... the bleeding...” His voice was fading and so was he. He was as pale as the light shining from his wand that he had lost in the fall and dropped somewhere on the other side of the room. Blood was pouring past his fingers and quickly joined the deep red puddle beneath him. His breaths were as irregular as his heart as it pumped out gush after gush of more blood.

You frowned, swallowing hard at the sight of him. Then determination kicked in, and you held your wand over his wound, repeating the incantation he had just told you. Even in moments like this he was still able to teach you, and you didn't quite know how, but you managed to do it – the spell worked and you witnessed how the red vanished from his shirt and skin, either pulled from him or pushed back into him.

A strange noise of either relief or surprise escaped you as you noticed the more regular rising and falling of his chest. When you couldn't see any blood any more, you dropped your wand and felt around his stomach and back, but the wound was gone, only the ripped shirt remained. Taking a shuddering breath, you leaned closer and gently grabbed his face.

He winced, but then opened his eyes and looked at you, a tired smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Look who's worried now,” he whispered, and after the initial confusion, you let out a groan, before you dove in and pressed your lips to his. You felt his hand on your lower back as he kissed you back tentatively.

“I thought I'd lose you...” you breathed against his lips, before you lay down beside him, careful not to put your weight on his body. Despite the healed wounds, you didn't know if he was still hurting.

“You can't get rid of me that easily...” he replied quietly, his voice still strained, but slowly he regained his composure as he rolled onto his side, not without another grunt, but definitely more agile than only moments ago.

“I was so scared,” you admitted barely audible as you snuggled closer to him, your hands on his face again, gently caressing his cheeks. He didn't feel as cold any more.

“I know,” he whispered and pulled an arm around you. “I've never seen you this panicked before...”

“I even forgot how to do magic for a moment...” you said with a crooked smirk, forcing the dark thoughts away by making light of them.

He chuckled softly. “I noticed,” he teased. “I'm glad you remembered in the end.”

“How do you feel?” you asked then, watching him closely.

“Like I fell through a hole in the ground and was impaled by a metal rod?” he answered with a laugh. “No, I'm fine, don't worry,” he repeated your own words back to you, and despite your still shaking state, you remembered telling him almost the exact same just earlier. You felt his hand on your tear-soaked cheek. “You know I'm too stubborn to die.”

You inhaled sharply. “Don't even say that,” you whispered harshly. “I...”

Before you could voice all those emotions swirling through your clouded mind, he leaned in and kissed you softly, shutting up the doubts and fears, and you kissed him right back, sobbing softly as all the stress fell off your shoulders.

“You have to stop being so reckless,” you murmured against his mouth as you leaned back a little.

He leaned back more, staring at you with his eyebrows raised. “Reckless? I fell through a hole in the floor! I didn't actually plan that, you know?”

“But you keep looking for these camps, you keep finding something, someone to duel... to kill...” you whispered, wiping at your own cheeks as you watched him. He got a little too defensive there, you had to be careful now.

“And you don't?” he asked darkly.

“I'm here because of you...” you replied as calmly as possible. “I don't want you to get hurt!”

He scoffed and leaned back more, rolling onto his back. “We get hurt all the time...”

You propped yourself onto your elbow and looked at him, chewing on your tingling lips. “And is that really what we want?” you said quietly, before you took a deep shuddering breath. “If I learned anything today, then it's that I absolutely cannot lose you,” you went on, looking at him imploringly. “The thought alone drives me insane! I need you, Sebastian. Alive and well and... here, with me...”

He sat up slowly at your words, his eyes wandering over your face. “I am with you...” he replied eventually, his voice softer than before. “And I intend to stay for as long as you need me...”

You scrambled to your knees and closer to him. “I'll always need you,” you whispered, your heart thundering inside your chest.

He reached out a hand and gently caressed your wet cheek. “Then I'll stay with you... always...”

You leaned into his touch. “Promise?”

Pulling your face closer to him, he looked deep into your eyes. “Promise...”

“No more stunts? No more looking for trouble?” you asked gingerly, biting your lip.

He sighed, but gave you a crooked smirk at the same time. “If you insist...”

You wrapped your arms around his neck then, basically throwing yourself against him, no longer caring if he was still hurting. He seemed rather fine though. “I'm sure we'll find other ways to keep our minds off things...” you whispered with a smile as you brought your face closer to his, your nose nuzzling against his.

Sebastian laughed against you, his hands grabbing your waist demandingly. “Oh absolutely... wanna start right here?”

End notes: Look at that: no smut! (But open-ended, so sequel maybe?)

The metal rod impalement was borrowed from that scene in The Last of Us when Joel falls down a ledge and lands on something like that and I lost my absolute shit when I played that! It somehow came back to me today and I had to put it into good use with our beloved pixel boy.

(Btw, Joel was my first pixel man crush – until Naughty Dog killed him off so viciously (uh, spoilers? sorry...), my heart... but it was mended by someone else now and I am so glad!)

And that spell (Vulnera Sanentur) is the one Snape uses on Draco after Harry had hit him with Sectumsempra, and I am 100% sure Sebastian would know about it too.

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#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow fluff #sebastian sallow oneshot #sebastian sallow x reader #reader insert #gn!reader #gender neutral reader #hogwarts legacy

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Heya, Mouse. I hope you're doing well. 😊

So, I recently got the Mr. Qi mature event again in my most recent save. A personal issue I have with this event is that no one, including your own spouse, ever hint at the event at all. Yes, the Farmer can't talk about it, but surely they'd be acting differently after such a scary and traumatic event? So my request is this: How would the sdv/sve marriagables + Krobus (bc I know my shadow roomie would be worried too) feel about the Farmer acting differently after they were found after the Qi event? Like, maybe the Farmer's more jumpy and sullen after what had happened, but they can't say anything because of the seal.

Hi, hello! 👋 I'm doing fine! ☺️ Thanks for your question, and I really apologize for taking so long to reply 😅 I decided to post here about only Bachelors + Krobus, hope you don't mind. Anyway, thanks again for caring and for the ask! Enjoy ❤️

Sam:

Given that the Farmer was found unconscious in the forest, Sam immediately thought that the reason for their behaviour was that they had been frightened by a wild bear or wolves. No wonder: you are lying defenceless and predators are walking around you, wanting to eat you. The young musician's guesses are far from the truth of what really happened to Farmer, but whatever happens, Sam will be there for his love, supporting them and comforting them.

Elliott:

Poor Elliott nearly had a stroke when he saw Farmer lying in a hospital bed at the Clinic. Taking them by the hand, the writer began to ask what had happened to his spouse, but was quickly silenced when he saw Farmer getting even worse. Elliott apologises for his panic and will do his best to make Farmer feel better. He still hopes that Farmer will be able to tell what happened in the future.

Shane:

Shane feels angry and wants to punch someone (or something) with his fist, which is the reason for Farmer's sadness and constant tension. He is even ready to fight with the whole world if he has to - no one dares to offend the people close to him and get away with it. But realising that Farmer's rage won't help him in any way, Shane tries to comfort them and calm them down. Even suggests they go to the therapist he went to himself after that event on the hill. Magic, not magic, he doesn't know shit about it. All he needs right now is to be there for Farmer and give them all the help and support they need.

Sebastian:

Sebastian can't calm down himself now. He knows that the Farmer fights monsters every day, which is the pure nightmare fuel of many people's lives, and the fact that his spouse met someone that even scared them.... However, Sebby is trying her best not to show his worries, because right now the Farmer needs someone to protect them. And he will be brave for them now, just as Farmer was brave for Sebastian and the other people they were protecting.

Alex:

Alex went into full protective mode, not letting anyone he deemed suspicious near Farmer. The young athlete thinks that some tourists have decided to attack and harm Farmer, as many people (including some unpleasant ones) have come to Stardew Valley, to admire the local town and relax. Unfortunately, Farmer can't tell the real reason, and that's what kills them the most - it's the inability to tell Alex what happened. However, gentle words and cuddles in bed are just what Farmer needs after the traumatic event.

Harvey:

Breathing exercises, sedation, elimination of junk food..... Harvey doesn't know what happened to the Farmer, but he certainly knows how to help them. Alas, in matters magical he will not help in any way, so does not even know of its existence. But Harvey will definitely do his best to help deal with his spouse's depressed mood. He promise to them, everything will be alright, doctor's word!

Magnus:

Magnus know very well about the silencing spell, as he knows this school of magic very well. And the fact that his spouse was acting like a frightened lamb after that strange event made him think about this possible option. Touching their hand, Magnus was scalded like fire, leaving no doubt. Magic. Dark, unfamiliar magic. The Farmer no longer needed to try to say anything, Rasmodius understood all at once. The wizard would assure his lover that he would definitely help them, no matter who cursed Farmer.

Lance:

Lance didn't feel magic as subtly as the same Rasmodius or Camilla, but he could feel the incomprehensible dark aura that wrapped around Farmer's neck like ropes. His one penetrating look into his consort's frightened eyes was enough for Lance to signal to some his fellow mages, including same Camilla and Magnus, that something out of the ordinary had happened. The gallant adventurer also remembered to kiss them on the forehead and envelope them in a tight hug, reassuring them and promising them that everything would be all right.

Victor:

Victor, seeing how the constant tension and depressive state is affecting his beloved spouse, he tries to find a therapist to help Farmer. Poor Victor cannot watch them suffer, so will offer his support and convinced them accept professional help. The sad irony is that Farmer can't tell anyone, no matter how hard they try. Still, they're glad Victor won't leave them alone.

Krobus:

Krobus doesn't realise what exactly happened to Farmer, but shadow person can feel them exuding alien magic and a restless aura after they returned from the clinic. Never, no matter what dangerous adventures they had been on, had the Krobus seen the Farmer so frightened. The fact that they wouldn't tell him anything tensed the shadow person even more. It's unlikely that Farmer would lie to him like this if they had always told Krobus everything about their adventures before. Something is wrong, and Krobus, worried about his friend, thinks that maybe Magnus or Marlon can help Farmer.

#stardew valley #sdv #stardew valley expanded #sve #sve lance #sdv wizard #sdv sebastian #sdv shane #sdv alex #sdv sam #sdv harvey #sdv elliott #sve magnus #sve victor #thanks for the ask! #sdv headcanons #sve headcanons #sdv krobus

[saulocept]

are u gonna stay the night?

pairing: sebastian sallow/reader/ominis gaunt [poly]

rating: g

summary: Ominis comes down with the flu, and it’s up to the two of you to make him feel better.

notes: based on an idea sent to me a while back! sorry if it took me too long to get into it, but uh. it’s here now and i hope its ok :) as always, some liberties were taken but uh. yeah

You don’t find him in any of your classes the next morning. You try not to panic at first, ignoring the dread that churns in the pit of your stomach. It’s a strange feeling at first, though you try not to think too much about it. The day’s still not over yet; there’s still a lot of time left for him to show up, and for all you know, he could just be late: staying up late and losing track of the time, or accidentally sleeping in. It’s happened enough times to not seem far-fetched, but it’s a rare enough occurrence to be sort of alarming.

Still, you try not to worry, chalking it up to the late-night antics he and Sebastian frequently get into. Antics. Even the term makes you snort a little, as if the whole thing is just innocent, harmless – the kind of trouble any student could be capable of getting into. But you aren’t stupid; you know it’s just another term for Dark Arts – something no one around here seems too keen to speak about, as if even uttering its name would make it somehow real, happen.

It’s no secret to you. You’ve joined them in their secret lessons a few times, driven more by curiosity than a real desire to harness the power; it doesn’t escape their notice, of course, Sebastian’s especially, and though at one point, you’d expected the revelation to drive a wedge between you, it doesn’t. They don’t tell you off, or kick you out of their little group. The invitations still come and go, waiting for your notice, your approval, though without the urgency that the previous ones seem to have.

Not that you’re complaining, really. You’re just glad everything’s out in the open now, and that it doesn’t ruin your relationship with either of them, or both.

Now all that’s left is to wait for Ominis to arrive. It’s a little hard to focus on your classes when he’s all you could think about. Every once in a while, you find yourself looking up at the clock on the wall, counting down the seconds, wondering what it’ll take for him to finally show up. Breathless, sweaty. Apologetic. Hair ruffled from all that running, hurrying. Cheeks flushed with shame, embarrassment.

Hours pass you by, but still, there’s no sign of him. It gets to the point where it becomes worrying enough that you deliberately skip one of your classes, seeking Sebastian out in the Slytherin common room in search of answers. You’ve been in this place enough times that most of the other students recognize you as his friend. You’d think that being around here often would stop them from giving you odd looks, but for some reason, it never really goes away.

You’ve learned to tune them out by now, pressing onward and pretending they aren’t really there, but you can’t deny that it’s still a little daunting, especially when they’ve never bothered to keep their staring a secret. Still, you know you can’t back out now, not when you want answers.

You find Sebastian sitting on one of the chairs in the corner, flipping through the pages of a spell book. You stop in front of him, waving a hand in front of his face to grab his attention, and he frowns, closes the book and places it on his lap. Seeing that it’s just you, he smiles, stands up.  

“Hey,” he says, giving you a small wave in greeting. “What brings you here?”

You don’t waste any more time. “Have you seen Ominis?”

“No,” he says, furrows his eyebrows in confusion. He pauses for a moment, thinking, “He didn’t show up last night at the meeting place, so I’d assumed he’s busy.” He grows quiet again for a second, staring at you thoughtfully: “Isn’t he in your class?”

You shake your head. “He didn’t show up either.” Here, you pause, frowning as you contemplate all the possibilities; none of them seem any good, but you shake your head and bite your lip, trying not to show how worried you feel, knowing it wouldn’t do you any good to panic this early and without reason, “Do you think something’s happened? Should we check in on him?”

“I don’t see any harm in it.” He shrugs. “Where should we go?”

“Let’s start with his room?” you offer, uncertain.

“Okay.” He gives you a nod in return then reaches out to take your hand in his, pulling you along with him. “Let’s go.”

-

Sebastian guides you through the hallways, his hand never leaving yours. You walk past the other students, who stare at you more oddly now than ever. You catch the question in their eyes, that quiet intrigue, their gazes glued to your interlaced fingers. Ah. You suppose it’s a little surprising to see him this affectionate to someone else, especially someone so new. Like you. Or that he’s so open about it.

You turn your head, chance a glance at your companion. He doesn’t seem to mind, or notice. Or maybe he’s just too focused on something else to care. Instinctively, you press a little closer to him, as though it’d somehow hide you from view, make you invisible.

He squeezes your hand, and you look up at him, unable to hide the surprise on your face. “Don’t mind them,” he says, as though he could somehow read your mind. He’s still not looking at you, his eyes still glued ahead, though you feel his thumb tracing circles on your skin, gentle, reassuring. “They’re just curious.”

“I know,” you say, though your voice is weak, a little uncertain. He gives you a sideways glance, the corners of his lips quirking into a tiny smile.

“It’s okay,” he says soothingly, softly. His thumb is still tracing circles along your skin, almost distracting, “We’re almost there.”

“Okay.”

-

You find Ominis’s room after a while. It’s not easy work; not that it’s located anywhere hidden or anything, but all the rooms are identical enough that you’re not sure where to knock at first. Even now, you’re still not sure if you’ve stopped by the right room, though you suppose you’ll find out soon enough.

Gently, you rap on the door: three times, just the way you’ve been taught. Some kind of code, just to let him know it’s just you. No response. You try it again, louder this time, thinking he might not have just heard, but the result is the still same. With a frown, you press your ear against the door, but all you hear is silence.

You lean away from the door, turn to face your companion. He’s staring at you with a raised brow, waiting for an answer. You shake your head. “I don’t think he’s here,” you say, glancing worriedly at the door once more, then turn back to look at your companion, biting your lip as you wait for a response, “Should we go in?”

He’s quiet for a moment, lips twisting in an ugly frown. It’s clear he’s worried too, even if he doesn’t say anything about it. He moves toward the door, and you step aside, give him space, opting to watch him instead, curious to see what he’d do. Like you, he gives it a gentle rap: three times, well-used and familiar. No answer. With the frown still on his lips, he reaches out, twists the knob experimentally. It yields easily under his touch, unlocked. He turns to look at you, his gaze half-curious, half-expectant, as if waiting for your permission.

You nod, signal for him to do it. It’s not as if you’ve got much of a choice; you’ve come here for answers, haven’t you? You’ve come here in search of your mutual friend after all, and if it turns out he isn’t here, then at least you’ll have some clues to fall back on. There must be an answer somewhere in his room, even if he isn’t there to provide it.

And if it turns out you’ve visited the wrong room after all, you can always walk away and pretend that nothing’s happened. Sebastian nods back at you, squares his shoulders in preparation before twisting the knob one final time, pushing the door open.

He gives you another glance, then slowly steps inside, gesturing for you to do the same. Carefully, you follow after him, closing the door behind you. It’s not a large room, not very spacious, but it’s still enough for a single person and their belongings. You glance around you, observing your surroundings. It’s a little dark; the curtains are all drawn. The only light comes from the sun outside, spilling through the cracks: soft, almost hazy.

It’s enough to help you navigate around, and you do so with ease, turning your head this way and that as you walk around in search of clues, some answers. Sebastian follows after you, keeping close, though both of you are quiet, too lost in your own thoughts to make conversation, small talks.

You don’t sense anything wrong at first glance. Then again, it’s not as if you’ve been here often enough to know if things are out of place, or where things are supposed to go. Most of your visits here happen only at night, pitch-black and quiet: sneaking in and out, quick and fleeting. You’ve never stayed long; mostly you’ve stayed in Sebastian’s room, because it’s the closest, and he’s the one who arranges most of your meetings, anyway.

Still, you take in as much of the room as you can, certain you’ll find some of your answers here. The room’s a little messy: sheafs of paper scattered carelessly on the desk, weighed down by a half-empty paper cup, forgotten. You wince a little, trying not to gag; it looks like it’s been there a while now – a few days, maybe, perhaps even more, no doubt stale and cold, absolutely disgusting to the tongue.  

You turn your head to the side, look at your companion, “Is his room normally this messy?” You keep your voice quiet, soft as a whisper, not wanting to make too much of a sound.

“I’m not sure,” he replies, shrugging. He matches the tone of your voice, whispering as well, “We should keep looking.”

You frown, looking around you once more, “Do you think he’s here?”

He frowns as well, matching the expression on your face, though this time, ­he doesn’t give you an answer. He walks around the room, poking and prodding, and you follow after him, making sure to stick by his side. The two of you reach the bed; there’s a lump there beneath, huge enough to be a person, still and not quite moving, and you blink a few times, not convinced it’s real.

You move closer, sit on the edge of the bed, the mattress depressing under your weight. “Hey,” you say, voice quiet, almost uncertain. From the corners of your eyes, you catch Sebastian staring at you; he doesn’t mimic you this time, though he’s careful to stay close, standing by your side, waiting. Like some kind of moral support, you think; you look up, give him a grateful smile – something he’s quick to return – before you turn back to the person-shaped lump on the bed, “Ominis?”

There’s no response at first, though there’s a quiet rustle that comes from beneath. A second later, a familiar head pops up from beneath the blankets, eyeing you blearily. It’s Ominis, looking more exhausted than you’ve ever seen him. His gaze quickly lands on you, and for a second, confusion flashes in his eyes, as though he doesn’t quite recognize you. It’s gone in a second, and a moment later, he licks his lips, says your name.

You smile, reaching out to brush the stray hair away from his eyes. He closes his eyes, leans more into your touch. Your heart melts. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” he replies. He sounds different this time: a little strange, though you can’t quite put a finger on it. He must’ve sensed your worry, because a moment later, he tries to give you a smile, though it comes across as weak, more tired than reassuring, “Just tired.”

You frown, not quite convinced. Now that you’re here, you can finally have a good look at him. He looks disordered: hair wild and unkempt, tangled. It’d be an adorable sight if the situation’s a little more different, not at all like this.

Still, he must’ve sensed you staring, because he huffs out a breath, breaks the silence between you, “Why are you here?”

“You weren’t in any of our classes today,” you reply. You turn your head, look up at Sebastian. He still hasn’t moved where he is: standing just beside you, though he gives you a quiet nod, urges for you to continue. You nod back, then press on, turning your focus back to Ominis: “We got worried; we thought something was wrong, so we came to see how you’re doing.”

It’s not technically a lie. You did come here for him, after all, even if you don’t quite expect him to be here, buried beneath the blankets.

“But it’s still early.” He frowns. “Shouldn’t you still be in class?”

“You weren’t there,” you say, as if that’s enough of an answer. From the way his lips twist into a frown, you’re sure that it isn’t, and that he’s disapproving, “We kind of ditched.”

He seems almost surprised by your admission, though Sebastian cuts him off before he can say anything else, “Oh, come on, Ominis,” he protests, like he already knows what the latter’s going to say, “It’s fine. It’s just one time.”

Ominis frowns. For a second, he looks like he wants to argue, say something more, but then he shakes his head, huffs out a sigh – a sound that all too quickly turns into a cough. Not quite knowing what to do, you stand up, move toward him, ready to assist. But he only shakes his head, waves you off with a hand.

“Are you sick?” you ask, sitting back down on the bed, eyebrows furrowed in worry, “Do you need anything?”

“No.” He shakes his head. It takes him a moment to speak, find his voice, “Just tired.”

“Are you sure?” you ask. Helplessly, you glance toward Sebastian, meeting his eyes and giving him a pleading stare. He knows him longer than you have, after all, and if there’s anyone who can make him listen, you’re certain that it’s him. He sighs exasperatedly, though he follows after you anyway, moving to sit beside you on the bed. You scoot a little to the side, making room for him, quiet as you watch him press a hand against Ominis’s forehead, checking his temperature.

Briefly, he turns to look at you, then shakes his head. Uh-oh. That doesn’t seem like a good thing. “It seems like you’ve caught the flu,” Sebastian says, turning back to his friend. Here, his voice grows quieter, conspiratorial. There’s a playfulness to his voice that wasn’t there before, “What were you doing last night, hm?”

“Nothing.” Ominis is quick to protest, seeming far too embarrassed that you can’t help but laugh. “I was resting.”

“Well, if you need anything, just say the word,” you chime in, eager to help.

“It’s okay,” he says, shaking his head. “I’m sure I’ll be fine with some rest.”

“Well, if you’re sure you don’t need anything,” you begin after a moment of quiet, smiling hopefully, “Maybe we could just keep you company instead?”

Ominis frowns. “You’re not just using that as an excuse to keep slacking off, are you?”

“We’re model students!” you protest passionately, as if the very idea has never once crossed your mind. It has, of course, because even if you’re a model student, you’re still a normal student like the rest of them, with frequent urges of rest and procrastination. Still, you don’t need to admit it out loud, “We won’t even do such a thing.”

Sebastian snorts, shaking his head. There’s a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. “That’s just you.”

You glare at him in response, though he only laughs at you in return.

“Still, if I really have the flu—” Ominis cuts in, and the two of you turn at the sound of his voice, waiting for the rest of his words. He sounds almost dubious about it, like he doesn’t quite believe it. “I don’t want you two catching it.”

“We’re fine.” You don’t wait for him to say anything else. It’s a little hard to fit in, especially when the bed’s too tiny – enough only for a single person, and not for three, let alone two. Still, you manage, and quickly, you lie down beside him, wrapping your arms around him and cuddling close, resting your head against his chest. Ominis hums under his breath, wrapping one arm around your middle and keeping you close. You grin at him, though you’re sure he can’t see it. “We don’t get sick easily. And we don’t plan on leaving you alone.”

He snorts in disbelief. “We’ll see about that.”

You stare expectantly at Sebastian, who sighs and shakes his head, looking like he wants no part of this. Still, with enough coaxing on your part, giving him the puppy eyes you know he’d never be able to resist, he finally climbs in after you. You scoot again, trying to give him enough space to fit into, but there’s hardly enough that you end up sandwiched between them, your limbs awkwardly tangled together that you don’t know where you end and where they begin. Still, you’re not sure you’d trade this for anything else.

“Good night,” you say to no one in particular, smiling. The only thing that greets you after that is silence, but you press on anyway, the smile still on your lips. “Sweet dreams.”

#renwrites #sebastian sallow x reader #ominis gaunt x reader

[walnuttsrandomshiz]

Yan!Harvey x reader hcs!

Note: Hi yeah this is my first time writing hcs in general so please be easy on me. Contains soft yandere ofc so if you’re not into that please block the yandere tag I’m gonna put on this! These were quick hcs that have been on my mind so if it’s all over the place I apologize. Now enjoy the hcs while I forget this exists :]!

-First time Harvey met y/n was when he was on break. Y/n walking up to him with a warm smile and a cup of coffee, introducing themselves as the new farmer as they handed him the coffee. A strange introduction, but one that for some reason stuck with Harvey. How did they know he liked coffee, why did they have such a warm look in their eyes, and why did it make his heart beat a bit faster?

-At first Harvey didn't know what was happening. Every time y/n came to talk to him, he would feel his face getting warm and his hands get clammy. He didn't want to believe it, but he might have a crush on the farmer. Harvey couldn't wrap his head around how his feelings developed so fast, but love at first sight is a thing.

-Harvey started looking forward to y/n's visits, thinking of the different things they might talk about. Would they have another cup of coffee for him? Maybe tell him about their day? He enjoyed listening to them talk about their farm work, but them talking about their work in the mines made him worry. The sparkle in their eyes as they talked and asked but his day washed away any worry though, replacing it with an overwhelming feeling of love which made his face go red.

-That feeling would suddenly turn ice cold when he saw y/n talking to anyone else. Sure they had to go out and meet others, but was that really necessary? He's sure they could have only a few good friends and be fine, they could even just be friends with him! He makes good company!

-(Sam getting caught off guard when he glances behind y/n, seeing the doctor giving him a harsh glare. The hell’s up with him?)

-The more he gets to know y/n, the more they occupy his mind. First thing in the morning, when he's treating patients, organizing files, and when going to bed. The only thing on Harvey's mind is how excited he is about seeing y/n again.

-(Maru has on many occasions caught him staring off into space in the middle of a task. It was concerning to her and she'd ask if he's ok, to which he'd go red with embarrassment-)

-This has also led to Harvey being much more clumsy than usual. The sight of y/n taking up all his attention to the point he drops things and trips much more often. He curses himself for being like this in front of them, but he can't help it. When they help pick up anything he's dropped or rush to help him up, it just gives him more reason to love them.

-Something that others have noticed is wherever y/n is, Harvey just so happens to be close by, popping up randomly when they’re around someone else. If y/n is hanging out with Sebastian in his room Robin will come down to say that Harvey was looking for them. If they were hanging out with Shane at the saloon their conversation would be interrupted by the doctor clearly trying to join in. Y/n can’t help but let Harvey stick around, thinking that hanging out with someone familiar will help him talk to others. (Harvey takes this as a sign that they want him around. Maybe they’re even developing feelings for him? He sure hopes so.) -Y/n doesn’t know why Harvey’s been calling them in for a lot of check ups. Maru is starting to get suspicious. (Maru giving y/n a confused look as they wait in a chair. “Didn’t you have a check up last week?” y/n just shrugged. Before Maru could ask anything else the door beside her opened, a cheerful looking Harvey greeting y/n and walking them inside.) -Maru would confront Harvey on this, but would be taken aback by the stoney eyed look that he gave. From then on she keeps track of how many times they’ve come in. (She’s been trying to feel out the situation by asking how they feel around Harvey and how he's been acting, but it’s not easy when said man is always around-) -Y/n is top priority when it comes to treating injuries. Harvey doesn’t care if someone’s been waiting longer or is in much worse condition, he doesn’t want his sweetheart to be in pain! Always rushing y/n in for the simplest things like a scraped knee, or a broken arm. Every time, Harvey will have them stay longer than needed so he can watch over them. 

-(He enjoys the alone time. Finally no one butting into your conversations and taking your attention away! Though, that's recently been interrupted by Maru pulling Harvey aside to demand he let y/n go. A problem he'll deal with once y/n's gone.)

-Harvey isn't one to be violent or confront people. But even if he won't be the one causing the pain, he will prolong it. He isn't above withholding medicine from certain people he's seen getting too comfortable around his love. Even suggesting that they might just have a low pain tolerance and that they don't need medicine. 

#yandere #stardew valley #stardew #stardew valley x reader #stardew x reader #stardew valley harvey #stardew harvey #stardew harvey x reader #stardew valley harvey x reader #art #my art #I am cringing as I type these tags #also not writing any more yandere stuff #or writing in general #because I'm more about art kajshdkja #unless I get motivated or something

[r0-boat]

Stardew Valley Submas

They live and run the train station near the mountain for travelers coming in and out of Pelican town from places like Zuzu City. ( though they haven't gotten many visitors)

Although they spend most of their time at the train station you do see them walk around Pelican town.

Their birthdays are the 18th of autumn .

They may look similar but their likes and dislikes are verrrry different.

One of the twins tell you, with the help with Clint they're the ones that actually built the Minecarts. And they broke down not too long ago they're disappointed to see them in this state but haven't had time to fix them.

After you fix the Minecarts they expressed their thankfulness.

Emmet

Best gifts: Coffee, Battery packs, Oranges, Pizza

Likes: all Universal likes, coffee beans, and iron bars

Dislikes: mayonnaise, Algae soup, green tea, jade

Needs the battery packs for his Joltik he asked you to visit next time and maybe you could meet her.

He likes the snack on the orange slices while he works, and coffee for obvious reasons, lol.

Emmet likes to walk around town on his break he doesn't like staying cooped up inside. He especially spends most of his time at the ocean. Adores pelican town for its quiet, peaceful atmosphere.

Similar to Shane most of his conversations when you first meet him will be very short (tho not mean)

Although disappointed for the lack of train appreciation.

In his two heart event, you find is missing Joltik and he expresses his appreciation.

After hitting four hearts, Ingo expresses his Delight at how close his brother is with you, telling you that Emmet isn't too fond of strangers, even though Emmet does stay cordial and professional, his brother does wish he would interact with the community more.

Emmet does in fact, want to have friends in Pelican town. Ingo was all he had when he grew up; Emmet expresses worry bc he doesn't do well in conversations. Maybe you can bring him out of his shell?

In the end Sebastian expresses that he wants to get to know Emmet more, bc they seem similar, and enjoys Emmet's more competitive nature.

The villagers especially the mothers of the town's opinion of Emmet is that they wish they could get to know him more but I meant usually is so distant.

Emmet tells you that Clint gives him bad vibes, and he doesn't like him, he'll work with him, but that doesn't mean he likes him... even if he does like trains.

Ingo

Best gifts: green tea, Jade, Pancakes, truffle oil, blackberry cobbler

Likes: all Universal likes and sweets, and iron bars

Dislikes: Coffee, Oranges, Pickles, triple shot espresso,

He uses oil to maintain the tracks cook, and for his little litwick friend. Ingo usually is buried in work. He enjoys his job, but sometimes he deserves a break; he usually hangs around the mountain, sometimes going to town.

When you greet him his eyes light up expressing joy that they rarely get visitors.

Emmet expresses worry of how much his brother works. He's very grateful of how helpful his brother is and how important he is to him.

Ingo expresses how important self-care is yet he doesn't do it himself. Harvey as the doctor has seen eye bags under his eyes he expresses that sleep is essential, and he is worried if Ingo gets enough sleep.

Emmet in one of his lines tells you that, Ingo has a sweet tooth put something sweet in front of him and he can't say no. Though he hasn't had the luxury of having it every often.

Emily and Abigail adore Ingo's more out going nature and louder voice yet gentle and polite mannerisms. (Usually drag him into their antics)

Morris says that he wants to hire Ingo because he has heard from the grape vine that Ingo rarely takes breaks and works diligently night an day. If only he had him for an employee lol( obviously an unpopular opinion)

Ingo after a couple of hearts ends up getting extremely ill from overworking practically collapsing on the ground. You put your foot down telling him he has to rest for at least a week and he agrees Emmet promises him to take good care of the station while he rests.

After that he expresses that is incredibly thank you and promises you he'll be more careful going forward telling you that even though he loves his job he understands that he has to take a step back and rest sometimes.

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Possibly maybe a special event that allows you to marry both of them?

Where you have to be already dating the both of them and then you get a special cutscene where your character is shaking when they both enter a room but then Express their happiness on your acceptance to your confusion.

#pokemon submas #pokemon ingo #subway boss emmet #Submas #Pokemon emmet #subway boss ingo #Sdv #stardew valley #stardew x reader #stardew valley headcanons #Stardew #Pokemon

[tempting-andromeda]

Coukd you write Sebastian X Reader when he reads book for them while they try to sleep on his lap pls.

I wanted the book to be pride and prejudice because in reading that rn

The day seemed perfect. It was the weekend, so you didn’t have a class to worry about and it felt like one of the few weeks none of your professors didn’t assign homework. You decided to spend your day outside since the weather decided to be on your side. You had been itching to read a novel Poppy had gifted you but could never find the time and decided today was the day. As you walked to the castle grounds, you noticed Sebastian leaning against a wall. He seemed to be waiting for someone. It was most likely Ominis, but curiosity got the best of you.

“Oh, hello Sebastian. Who are you waiting for?” You asked, cocking your head to the side slightly. Sebastian lifted his head and his face lit up as soon as he saw you.

“My, my, just the person I was looking for.” He pushed himself off the wall and smiled brightly at you. Your brows furrowed slightly. Why was he looking for you? You dreaded the idea of him sending you on a quest for your perfect afternoon, but decided to ask what he meant, anyway. If he wanted you to do something, you might as well decline unless it was of utmost importance.

“Why were you looking for me?” You asked hesitantly.

“I wanted to spend the day with you. Perfect day too, I reckon.” He said. You sighed with relief at the fact that he didn’t have an obnoxious quest to send you on.

“I was planning on reading my novel, but you can join if you’d like.” You said as you continued to walk, knowing he would follow. He raised a brow and tugged on your bag to rummage through it, but was unsuccessful since it was snapped shut.

“I could read it if you’d like,” he suggested. “Everyone says I have a calming voice. Some may say it’s attractive.” He wiggled his shoulders slightly and smiled smugly at you.

“Who said that?” You said, laughing at him. Sebastian’s face flushed almost immediately at your comment and looked away embarrassed. You had no clue if he was sincere or just teasing you.

Once you reached a beautiful oak tree, you knew it was the perfect spot for your reading. Sebastian seemed hesitant in sitting in the grass, but did so anyway. There was an awkward amount of distance between you two. Neither you nor Sebastian wanted to push one another’s boundaries, so you kept it like that.

“Give me the book. I’ll read it. I’ll even do silly voices for you.” Sebastian reached for your bag and opened and closed them a few times to show he wanted the book. You handed it to him and rested your head on your palm.

“Go on.” You encouraged lazily. He read the front of the book silently and flipped to the first page.

He cleared his throat and began reading.

“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in posses- sion of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering a neighbourhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding families, that he is considered the rightful property of some one or other of their daughters.”

He stopped mid-way and looked at you questionably.

“You like stories like this?” He asked. You sighed and scooted closer to him to grab the book.

“If you’re going to judge, give it to me. You haven’t even gotten that far.” You huffed. Sebastian held the book away from you and pouted. For some reason, he genuinely wanted to read the book to you. It felt like a way for him to pick your mind to see what you were interested in. You rolled your eyes and leaned back into your palms. He then continued reading the story.

Sebastian had just reached Chapter 8 when your eyes started to get heavy. You never realized how calming his voice was before, but now you were fighting to stay awake. Sebastian had noticed every time you closed your eyes and wobbled ever so slightly, then would jolt. He knew what that was a sign of. After a few more seconds of reading, he sighed softly.

“Come here.” He mumbled as he grabbed your hand. He planned to lead you back to your dorm. You jolted awake and shook your head. You weren’t ready to go.

“Please continue reading, Sebastian. I don’t want to go just yet.” You looked up at him as he kneeled in front of you and he knew he couldn’t say no. You looked so peaceful, but he knew you wouldn’t stay awake for long. He wanted you to be comfortable but didn’t admire the idea of you laying in the grass.

“Come, lay on my lap.” He said softly, hoping part of you would be too sleepy to make fun of him. His hopes seemed to be true as you lazily made your way to rest your head in his lap. Once your head reached his lap, he had no idea what to do. Should he stay silent or continue reading? He rested his hand on your head and began reading once again.

“Their brother, indeed, was the only one of the party whom she could regard with any complacency. His anxiety for Jane was evident, and his attentions to herself most pleasing, and they prevented her from feeling herself so much an intruder as she believed she was considered by the others. She had very little notice from any but him. Miss Bing- ley was engrossed by Mr. Darcy, her sister scarcely less so; and as for Mr. Hurst, by whom Elizabeth sat, he was an indolent man, who lived only to eat, drink, and play at cards; who, when he found her to prefer a plain dish to a ragout, had nothing to say to her.”

He stopped reading to see if you were away and was met with your soft breaths. He had no idea why he was so fond of the situation he found himself in, but he was. You looked so lovely in his lap, especially when the branches of the tree above you swayed and sunlight tickled your face. He admired you for a few more seconds before continuing the book he suddenly found himself enjoying more than before.

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[mrswolffs-blog]

He Showed Up: Lewis Hamilton x Black!Caribbean!Reader

Y/n and Lewis had met at Coachella, where they were both in the same situation of being dragged there by their friends even though they wanted to stay home. Throughout the night, they talked and laughed, drank and danced until their fun exceeded to Lewis’ hotel room. The next morning Lewis woke up to the beautiful woman next to him that he hoped would be interested in dating him despite the circumstances of how they met and what they had already done. However, Y/n was the complete opposite as she woke up to the sound of Lewis having a shower and was entirely embarrassed as she quickly got dressed and left the room, leaving no traces of herself behind as she made her way home to wallow in shame and self pity. Lewis was now left heartbroken as he came to find that she left without even saying goodbye, luckily he had her social account that even though she restricted him from texting, he was still able to see her posts and stories.

Three months went by and Y/n was completely sick since the end of the first month after the interaction, yet she thought it was just something going on with her body and went on taking medications. Shocking to find out at her six months check up that happens twice a year, that she was pregnant, and that the medications she had been taking may or may not have caused harm to the fetus. Feeling every emotion under the sun, she broke down into tears worried of how she would look after both herself and her child, seeming that her family abandoned her and her friends are most of the times busy and unable to help.

Overtime of taking the prenatal vitamins and other prescribed medications, she was finally in the somewhat clear during her sixth month of pregnancy. Unbeknownst to her, Lewis had followed her on instagram using Roscoe’s account and had been watching every post she made and so he was aware that she was pregnant. He eventually got one of her female friends to meet with him, where she gave him further updates about Y/n’s pregnancy as he also would buy things things for the baby, delivering them straight to her address, confusing both the pregnant woman and delivery men as she knew she didn’t have the sources to purchase whatever came onto her doorstep. Lewis then went all out to plan for the friend to get Y/n out of the house so he could go in with Toto, Susie, Angela, George, Mick and Sebastian to quickly set up the surprise nursery that her friend had ‘planned’.

Moving up to the ninth month, Y/n was now in the hospital as her water had broke and contraction already started. Y/n’s friend excused herself with the reason of needing to use the bathroom as she went to call Lewis, informing him that Y/n was ready to give birth. Lewis was so excited as he told his family who told him to hurry on, as he sped off to the hospital. Upon arrival, Y/n friend was waiting for him at the entrance as he parked and strides across the road, they hurriedly made it to the room that Y/n was admitted into.

“Hi cutie how are you feeling?”Y/n’s friend tried to cheer her up as she noticed the pain and worry on her face. “I’m scared my baby may not be healthy and it would be all my fault. The worse part is that I have no support but you, as the father or my family aren’t here. How will I do this Anita? I’m struggling now and I’m gonna suffer even more after this. I don’t want anything to happen to us, especially not my baby. I can’t even feel my my baby moving anymore. I would never forgive myself if something goes wrong!”Y/n cried into Anita’s arms, her body weak and in pain as she awaits the arrival of her baby. “Listen, I know things are hard right now, but I promise you have a lot of support. You’ll get through this and nothing will happen to either of you. Just so you know, there’s someone outside that waiting to be by your side so I’m gonna go sit in the waiting room while you’re here and after the birth of my Godbaby, the person will come and call me when you decide that you allow visitors, ok?” Anita asked calmly as Y/n slowly nodded her head, feeling herself slip into sleep.

Anita walked out the door signalling for Lewis to go in as she went to the waiting room. Y/n was about to drift off into sleep when she heard the door open and turned her head to look at the intruder, only to find the father of her soon to be born baby smiling at her with flowers in his hand and a water bottle in the other. “Lewis? How did you find me?!” Y/n asked surprised as to how he could’ve known about this happening. “I found out through instagram and your friend Anita who I had been in touch with since your fifth month. How are you holding up? I got you some flowers” Lewis spoke to her softly and he placed the vases flowers on the table and sat next to her holding her hand. “I’m drained, scared, worried, sad, happy. I don’t know what to feel.” Y/n expresses as the tears started flowing once again. “You’ll be fine sweetheart, don’t be so hard on yourself. You’re doing an amazing job and it’s not your fault for what happened, just know that I will love our baby either way” Lewis reassured as he placed a soft kiss on her cheek.

The process sped up as Y/n was now fully dilated and was ready to push, the fear, worry and extreme anxiety started rushing through Y/n veins as she cried for her baby to be ok, with Lewis whispering gentle words and prayers into her ears. “C’mon Y/n, you’ll be fine and our baby will be healthy. You’re strong and resilient, I know you can do this. Just one more push and we’re done” Lewis encouraged but was met with “No, I can’t do this anymore! It hurts Lew, it hurts! Please let them make it stop!”Y/n screamed into Lewis’ now tear soaked shirt as he rubbed her back and kissed her sweaty forehead. “Yes you can do it, the head is already out, we just need one last push and you’re done, the pain will not be so severe. Just take a deep breath and push when you’re ready, yeah?” Lewis encouraged once more, resulting in a war cry from Y/n that almost shook the room as their baby came sliding out fully into the world.

“Omg, congratulations Ms. Y/n. You’ve just welcome the most healthy and beautiful baby boy!” The doctor cheered as he placed the newborn onto her chest, Y/n and Lewis crying their eyes out at the sight of their son. The doctors then cleaned up and did all the necessary checks and paperwork for both Y/n and the baby before they were left to privacy.

“He’s adorable” Lewis sue as he held his son skin to skin on his bare chest. “I never thought I’d have kids this early, but I’m glad I did now. I guess I felt like I was too old to tart having kids no and I was originally gonna give up, but seeing what we created made me change my mind. I know you have a name for him, Anita told me it was special but I don’t know what it is?” Lewis asked as he placed the baby into the bassinet. “I don’t know if you’ll like it, I wanted to name him Milo Nicholas Anthony Hamilton” Y/n said with tears gathering in her eyes as he saw Lewis completely break down at the honour in his son’s name. “I love it, and I know that my dad and brother will love it too” Lewis said between sniffles as he hugged a postpartum Y/n who has fallen asleep.

Lewis then made his way back over to the bassinet, picking up his baby and walking around with him. “Hi Milo, I’m your daddy. I know you might be confused as you never heard my voice while you were in mummy’s tummy, but I promise you that I’m here now and you will never have to worry about not hearing me again. I promise to always be there to guide and protect both you and your mummy. I promise to try to be the best father that myself allows and to lows be there for you in any situation. I want you to know that I love you and mummy very much, I think I might ask her to marry me. What do you think bud? But anyways I know you’re sleeping soI’m gonna put you back down and let you rest. Good night my sweet boy” Lewis declared as he kissed the baby’s forehead and placed him back in the bassinet, scooting into the hospital bed to cuddle with Y/n as he fell asleep knowing that he now had a family of his own after years of waiting.

The next day, a post was made that informed everyone of the precious surprise that spun the world of its axis.

LewisHamilton: I wanted to inform you all that I welcomed my first child yesterday night. Milo Nicholas Anthony Hamilton is a blessing In my life and will now become my biggest priority (of course above F1) no doubt.

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