#and she too needs good men in her life which seb is; especially once he leaves the agni kais

[thelovetheystole]

For those who took the time to read the little fic I posted earlier this week, thank you 💙

This is the last part, from Robert's perspective, but actually still very Aaron focused, as Robert always is. There is no plot per se, basically just Robert's thoughts.

Again, I don't really post fics, this is just something I wrote in my notes after Liv's death aftermath aired, when I had a lot of feelings about stuff, especially Chas' behavior.

I wasn't sure which tw to put in the tags for this, so I chose more over less, just in case.

(Part 1 in link below)

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Part 2 - Robert

Robert isn't stupid, he knows the only reason Aaron lets him even be near him is because Liv's dead, and he is beside himself with grief and lonliness. If that wasn't the case, they would be arguing right now, and placing blame. There would probably be shouting and definitely doors slamming.

But Aaron is more broken now than Robert can ever remember seeing him, and that's saying a lot. He's watched Aaron confess his deepest secret, first to him only and then to a courtroom of strangers, he's seen him trapped in a sinking car, stoned off his head in a prison visiting room. Robert's had to look him in the eye and tell him he'd betrayed him the one way Aaron feared the most. And that's not even all of it, after all that he's watched Aaron let Seb go, and then Robert went and left him too, by getting locked up.

Yeah, Aaron's been broken, but this is more. He wouldn't want Robert here, touching him, holding him, otherwise. He knows this, because he knows Aaron. And because Robert sent him divorce papers in the post like a coward, even though he did it with good intentions. But he'll take it, if it means he can be there for him, make things even a little better.

Robert has learnt in fragments from Aaron what Chas has done, and he wants to throttle her with his bare hands. She wanted to send Aaron away, back to some bloke in Italy, on the day he buried Liv. Just to keep her sordid secret affair hidden from Paddy a little while longer.

Robert knows he isn't in a position to judge her, he's done similar things, probably much worse. The thing is though, she has judged him so harshly over the years, called him scum and far more explicit names, waved her sharp-nailed finger at him to warn him off, slapped him across the face, looked down on him, used other men to try and replace him in Aaron's heart. All in the name of protecting her son, her baby.

Now, that's out the window, because some wooden poser of a bloke has flattered her, sold her a romantic fantasy, made her believe she deserves someone better than Paddy. Now suddenly, it's Aaron who? Again, because she has form.

Her son has a long, painful history of self-harm, she knows this. He's tried to take his life once, contemplated it probably a hundred more times. He's battled with depression, anxiety, substance abuse, self loathing, panic attacks, anger issues, you name it. Yet, she would rather send him off on his own to a man she has never met, than have him stay here and risk her secret coming out. Even if that scenario meant she could watch over her child and help him cope, so he doesn't relapse.

Before Robert got sent down, Chas made a promise to him that she would look after Aaron. How could she promise that and then rely on a boyfriend Aaron has known for two minutes, in another country, to be able to take care of him?

Robert loves Aaron more than he's ever loved anyone, but bless him, he can be hard work to get a handle on. It's taken Robert years to read Aaron like he can now, to know what he needs. When to push for more, when to let him be. Because Aaron doesn't just volonteer to talk about stuff. He grunts, he hides, bottles things up, punishes himself and then he explodes on you. When they were only new, after Gordon was sent down, Robert can admit he failed plenty at being a supportive partner. And later too, but they learned how to be better together.

Aaron felt like a freaking science once, and Robert knows what every look, every frown, every shrug of the shoulders mean, now. But it took time and the kind of dedication that only comes from loving someone deeply. This Marco, however infatuated, he would've only known Aaron skin deep. Seeing his scars and understanding them are two very different things. It could have ended in disaster, Robert knows this. Chas should know this.

Robert is broken too at this point, if he wasn't before. There's no denying that. Prison breaks everyone eventually. The more time you serve, the worse off you are. He can't just shake off these four years like they were nothing, they're forever etched in the healed fractures of his bones and the scars on his skin. He's seen things in there he can never unsee, heard screams that still haunt him at night. Done some things to, in the name of survival.

But Robert has always been his best self when he's dedicated himself to being there for Aaron. Aaron redeemed him, and Robert will never forget that. That being said, he knows he can't be strong all the time. He remembers all too well what happened the last times he tried. But for Aaron, he'll keep trying anyway, knows (hopes) that when Aaron is stronger, he'll return the favor.

#robron fan fic #robron fic #tw: self harm #tw: grief #tw: suicide #tw: death

[cloveroctobers]

GENEVIEVE ALIU —

IG info/bio: @/genevealiu1 | 19k followers | currently on a journey as a junior doctor living in 🇦🇺🤎 | blm.card.co🖤 | sk💛

26 years of age

Born and raised in Glastonbury, England

Pisces sun? + libra moon?

Mother is Guyanese and works for a non-profit organization

Her father is Nigerian and works in property management

has one older brother who is a Prosthetist and resides in Nigeria with his pregnant fiancée

She can’t wait to be a auntie!!!

And a younger sister who is a medical laboratory technician

To say the least, their parents were happy that their children fell into the medical field. Based on their cultures it was a honor to have their children in these professions

Vieve grew up with a sassy demeanor and her parents have old videos on their camcorders to prove it lol, it never fails that the pair brings out the embarrassing vids during the holidays but vieve genuinely appreciates them 

Although thanksgiving is a RACIST American thing, vieve never misses the opportunity to share what she’s thankful for in life and counts all of it as blessings! But it’s still fuck the pilgrims

Has held a friendsgiving before, loves any moment where she can host gatherings or attend them! either is quite fine. She loves being around people

the only time she likes to look back on the past is to see how she and her family carried themselves then and how the evolved into who they are now, it’s interesting to see

Loves “how it started vs how it’s going” posts and might have participated in a few

Always knew from a young age that she wanted to help people in some way, she was always doing something to help around the house and especially her aging/sickly grandparents

Felt offended that many people around school that she thought were her friends would stab her in the back labeling her as this “fake saint” since she rather spend her time volunteering instead of going to house parties in hs

Don’t get it twisted, she still went to those too & had her fun but definitely felt like it was the same routine and nothing ever felt fulfilling at these functions after awhile

Well known with all the cliques around school but had her own group of friends that fit into many of those cliques but she never felt obligated to stick to one social group. If you were nice and cool with her, she was the same to you, if you weren’t? Depending on her mood, she’d ignore you/say things under her breath or be “fake nice” as a form of being the bigger person

Has a curly hair routine that she consistently follows (after struggling to find the right products to make them flourish) and gets annoyed with if her curls don’t turn out the way she knows they can, it’s always frustrating when things don’t turn out the way you want them to but isn’t afraid to at least try

Three times is the charm! Is one of her mottos

loves bright colors, flowy attire, big hats, brimmed hats, bucket hats, berets, etc...

Has faced racism/prejudices and bullying growing up in public spaces—mostly school/uni & some of those same hatred actions online now that she’s dating seb

Because of that there were times where she felt insecure but deff grew to forgive, heal, and rise above the hate, she knows her worth

Has never been happier in a relationship than she is with seb, he’s her “moody long-haired, soft-hearted bby”

they’re both complete fools for each other and vieve is more vocal about her being in love/finding her soulmate whereas seb doesn’t mind showing it rather than speaking it—even tho he’s on a podcast but we mind our business okay?!

Seb is thinking of moving to Australia with vieve, he’s ready to risk it all for this woman, HIS woman 🤩

canon: gives more than she should/taken advantage of/not reciprocating in relationships... ex) how she dated a guy that she did everything for! especially financially and also struggled to find her worth but once she did? Her aura shined brighter than before— Ik chill out there Rocco

Also believes in loving yourself first to attract what you need in this world and found that in her career and seb. I hope they’re endgame! Since they’re the only couple I rooted for this season? Except for tai & ciaran maybe? They’re probably not endgame but whatever

They still get nervous/shy around each other even tho they’ve been together for months now + are in a long distance relationship which is too cute! I think since they’re in this for the long game they can look back on moments and still feel the way they felt in that moment. You know if you get the chance or have already heard elderly people talk about their relationships and how they get all starry eyed? That’s vieve & seb, that shit gets me right in my feels ew

Vieve’s love language is quality time, it’s what she shows and likes along with acts of service from her partner

Makes the best jollof rice & her fav dish is Metemgee

Trying to be on a plant-based diet only but will have her cheat days on occasion—mostly when she’s drunk and forgets her diet plan lmao that’s me getting double cheeseburgers or anything with dairy drunk af

now living in Australia, she tried to like vegemite but...the it’s a no for her, respectfully ofc! She never wants to disrespect anyone

besides the food, the atmosphere is much nicer since she feels like she’s on a holiday almost everyday and that there’s much more to see and do when she has the time

Loves the beaches and is thinking about surfing lessons

yes she enjoys those doctor shows and can agree that most scenarios are not the same as rl ofc but great question!

Since she’s a junior doctor now, and on her way to graduation! She feels so accomplished and having this chance to complete what she’s wanted her whole life in a different place, makes her super emotional

All those stressful all-nighters will be worth it. She mostly did it on her own but is nothing but humble and Is thankful to those that have helped her along the way, what kind of person would she be if she didn’t mention them?

and when COVID hit, she was one of many already on the frontlines. Her studies became altered but this wouldn’t stop her for her mission on this earth, this was her purpose and she knew we would conquer it all—but definitely has empathy and gets angry with how it’s being handled from time to time

She’s been exposed to it first hand which aboustely worries her parents, seb, her friends, and friends from the villa

Keeps up to date when all medical news, has a whole app dedicated to health

Learning French with some of her free time and is doing well at it

It was only natural for her to become closer to elladine since their men are homies and have a podcast together

They’ve hung out a few times on a double dates before the boat vacation & once just as girls before vieve left to Australia

Vieve is always offering advice but knows that every relationship is different and what works for her and seb won’t work for elladine and Nicky, she loves them together and knows everyone has bumps in the road

feels there’s some sort of tension between her and Harry now? Which she found a little off putting since they were supposed to be friends but she realizes that Harry has a condition but it’s also not an excuse for him to treat her shitty sometimes which he does and feels like it comes out of nowhere most times but he always apologizes yet vieve is slowly getting tired of this unhealthy habits

So they’re talking less these days, which he notices!

She wants Harry to find his happiness too! If he hasn’t found it in mc first that is

has met Tim— he’s a great laugh and seems like a nice guy—they follow each other, talia and jake in person when she was out with seb—they were also super nice and congratulated them on their win, she went up to miles once on a night out—he’s still a arsehole, priya reached out to her via dm about her new boutique that she wanted her to model in someday, Hope was just as stunning in person along with Siobhan, Chelsea & mc s2 were also kind, and a couple of the guys also wished her and seb well

She’s also noticed some of the shit talking coming from Elisa, Allegra, Lucy, and mc s1 (subtle shade from mc, basically about how vieve reacted if mc decided to give Harry a go but that was only brought to her attention thru fans) online but again, vieve peeped it and felt majority of it didn’t require a response. She was too happy in life rn and she had a man and they don’t

Plans to get a komondor, thinks they’re super cute! — seb does not “if you love me, you’ll love our child.” “It’s a bloody mop dog! And I’m a cat dad, you know that!” “Don’t talk about him like that, he’s got feelings just like your cat babies!”

I feel like she’s a matcha & Frappuccino lover, tries to keep her drinks simple and feels guilty when she has to make adjustments but the heart wants what it wants

Mini Countryman owner, she also drives like a “granny” better safe than sorry! She hates fast drivers, there’s absolutely no need for it!

Minimal makeup: eyeshadow, moisturizer, & a nude lip and she’s good to go

Secretly obsessed with among us, second life, and SIMS!!!

Celeb crushes? Heath ledger, Tyler posey, KENDRICK SAMPSON, Jordan fisher, Algee smith, Donald Glover, Mack Wilds, Khleo Thomas, Robert Ri’chard, Tahj Mowry, & Hasan Minhaj

Listens to: DaniLeigh, ABIR, Mary J. Blige, TORI KELLY, Us the duo, 11:11, Jacob Latimore, fifth harmony, joya mooi, & Greentea Peng, etc...

Anthem: The Cheetah Girls — Cinderella

#litg #litg3 #litg s3 #litg genevieve #litg moodboard #litg headcanons #litg headcanon #litg seb #litg Harry #litg mc #litg oc #litg elladine #litg Nicky #idk if I did her justice but my apologies to her and y’all if not lol #litg Tim #litg talia #litg jake #litg priya #litg hope

[toxicxxmyth]

The Truth Untold; Sebastian Stan -> II

.Previously 

Summary:  Y/n Y/l/n, born and raised in south side Chicago. Now raising her five younger siblings, she’s not even sure if some of them are actually related to her. But she takes care of them nonetheless, as best as she can. While her drunk father continues to make their life harder. And her drug addicted mother comes bursting through the door once every to years. Its a chaotic life for a 23 year old, but she made it work. Until one day, the most notorious mob leaders of the country  shows up to do some business in the south side.

Au: Shameless!Au, Mob!Seb

Warning(s): Cussing, smut(fingering), violence, and tiny mention of domestic abuse.

Word Count: 5.9k

Authors Note: I said i wasn’t going to make a second part but here we are, 1 month later lmao.

@chims-kookies @superdrysuperfry

a doua întâlnire

Sebastian Stan; An enticing enigma.

As people come to learn—he comes and goes whenever he pleases—takes whatever he wants, whenever he wants. And no one says a word, too afraid to face him. God forbid anyone say a word. He’s a walking dynamite ready to explode. A man of his word, and many duties. The devil in sheep’s clothing. If you were to cross his path, you outa be afraid. His gaze was intense, cold, almost. But if you stared just a little longer, you’d see the lost hope and dreams swimming in his ocean blue eyes. It was impossible though, no one would dare look him in the eye, too afraid to stir the beast he contains. Women of the evening which his trusted cohorts would provide for him—they never cared enough to look deep into his eyes to notice. Not that he cares. Hell, he didn’t even know it himself. Too invested in his business—and his business only. If you’d do him wrong, no amount of praying will save you from him. Some would call him a sociopath, owning to the fact that he was completely deadpan when it comes to killing or torturing those who don’t follow his rules. He’s a drug lord. He cannot be contained. He vanishes at the forbidden hour — only returning when the aubade is at its highest peak.

He was toxic. Lethal. Everywhere he walked, a trail of pain and fear followed. One might say he feeds off it, he lives off it. He was a beautiful yet wicked soul nature spit out. A wise man who everyone knows not to mess with. He was astute, fatal and leery. A true nightmare.

So why did meeting you somehow made him feel something? Was it because of your troubled life? Nah, couldn’t be. He has met thousands of people with troubled lives and had no issue and making their situations worse.

Maybe it was because you didn’t throw yourself onto him like most females and males did. He was especially surprised at the fact that didn’t become responsive and enticed when he pulled his money out. Yeah, maybe it was that?

He almost felt like he knew you. What type of person you were. So he knew for a fact, that you wouldn’t keep the money he had sent to help you and your family. He sent some of his men to watch over you just in case something wrong happen, even though he knew you were capable of taking care of yourself. But finding him wasn’t easy. He just wanted to see at what extent you’d go just to tell him off. It was only a matter of time before you went after him.

“Has it been delivered?” Sebastian asked as he rose an eyebrow. Making the tattooed boy avert his eyes elsewhere. Anthony, his best man, couldn’t help but chuckle to himself.

“Yes, Sir” The boy nodded, hands behind his back. Eyes everywhere but his.

“Good, now get out.” Sebastian groaned as he got up from his seat and walked over to his mini tray of alcoholic beverages. Watching as the younger male hurriedly left the room.

“You ain’t gotta be so harsh on the boy” Anthony couldn’t help but chuckle, accepting the drink Sebastian was offering him.

“I wasn’t being harsh” He scoffed, turning toward the spot where the boy had been.

I just think that you should go a little easy on your men” Anthony muttered while bringing the glass full of scotch to his lips, brows raised.

“That’ll only give em’ a reason to walk all over me. And I can’t have that. I’ll kill em all.” Sebastian defends his posture, his tone all too serious for Anthony’s liking.

Although Anthony was just as dangerous and powerful as Sebastian was, he was, to many peoples surprise, a pacifist. Which is almost impossible to be in a business so parlous. He just didn’t believe in violence, completely opposite from Sebastian himself.

“See now you’re just far fetching” He pointed a finger at the man, brow raised as he got up from his seat.

“So this girl? You paying child support?” He laughs. “I knew one of these days you were gonna knock up one of em hoes” (I am so sorry. Long live hoes. Be proud of your hoeness)

Sebastian couldn’t help but laugh at the comment, shaking his head as he sat on his wooden desk.

“Nah. Just a beautiful girl who needs a little push” He shrugged, eyes trained on his glass as if it were the most interesting thing in the whole room. He was just hoping he’d change the subject.

“Her name?” Anthony led on.

“Not important” Sebastian breathed out, eyes meeting his as he raised an eyebrow. Adjusting in his seat as he fixed his tie. Hoping he’d change the subject.

“Whatever” Anthony laughs. “Anyway, I gotta go. Have a meeting in half-hour”

Sebastian nods in understanding, glass pressed against his lips. Watching as his best friend leaves his temporary office.

After a few seconds of sitting there, skimming over the papers scattered over the desk. He couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, shaking his head at the thoughts that consumed him. It was almost unbelievable how his thoughts could change from what his next deal was to how you’d be doing, and if you were safe.

He knew damn well that there were bad men at the club that night, he knew they were watching. And it worried him that they’d take it the wrong way, causing you to be in danger.

“Well it seems like you know everything about me, so why don’t you tell me about yourself. I bet it’s much more interesting than my shitty life” She chuckled, though I could barely hear it due to the irritating music that was being played throughout the club. It was adorable, actually. Before I could come up with a lame ass excuse for a profession, I noticed a couple of men in the vip area whispering to one another each other, their gaze firmly on her.

“It’s really crawdad in here, let’s go outside” I lied, wanting to get her out before something happens.

“No” She simply stated. Causing me to stop my movement, I was shocked. I let out a cough as I recomposed myself at the unexpected answer.

“This is how things work. I walk out with you, you tell me your oh so tragic childhood which causes me to pity you. Soon, once I’m under your spell, you chloroform me and a white van appears out of nowhere and I’ll be part of an illegal sex and drug trafficking ring” She gave me an innocent smile. There was no reasoning with her, so I moved closer as if to protect her.

“I’d actually be much more creative in kidnapping people”

“Y/n, it’s been a week. I can’t believe it’s taken you this fucking long to find one guy” Jeremy hisses as he passes back and forth in the kitchen, where you sat in one of the stools.

“It’s not easy, okay. This guy literally just disappeared in midair. It’s driving me crazy” You groan, elbows resting on the table as you ran your fingers through your hair in frustration.

It’s been exactly a week since you’ve received that money, and you were growing desperate everyday trying to find the mystery man who dropped it on your front door. By the fourth day you kind of gave up. Juggling three jobs and taking care of all your siblings was stressful enough, and playing Where’s Waldo was not how you decided to spend the rest of your days. So your only choose was to tell Camille about the whole situation. You put your faith in her, she was the closest thing to an FBI, and so you were certain she would find him.

“I hate to break it to you, but we’re going to have to use that money eventually” Your head shot up and the sound of your other brother, Cameron.

“What-“

“I told him” Jeremy sighs while leaning against the counter, one arm resting on his hip.

“We are not going to use that money.” You firmly say.

“Why not?” Cameron snickers in disbelief.

“We’re running out of food, there’s no water and I’m pretty sure Ethan is selling drugs. Jeremy’s tuition is up his ass and we just got an eviction notice. We have no other choice, Y/n” He finishes, his eyes sad.

“Give me some time and we’ll find a way to pay off everything.” You sigh sadly. He was right, this money could help with at least some problems you had. Before you could make another promise, your front door opened and shuts with a loud bang.

“I found that motherfucker” Walks in Camille with a piece of paper in her hand. Her brows raised and lips pursed.

“Him? As in, him, him?” I asked hopeful, brows raised as I got up immediately walking over to her.

“Yeah, but, I think we need to talk first about your...plan” She sighs, causing you to shake your head in confusion at her change in mood.

“What about it? I’m going to give it back, just like we talked.” You confirm, looking at her, then back at Jeremy and Cameron, confused.

“Yeah well, it won’t be as easy as we thought.” You could already tell she was hiding something.

“Why not?” You press on. Suddenly confused as to why her chocolate face turned pale, or her tongue pressed against her cheek as she looked down at the piece of paper still her hand.

“Well the guys you hooked up with happens to be Sebastian Stan.” She sassed, hands on her hips and a brow raised—a posture a mother only a mother would give at her disobedient child. Which made you feel slightly uncomfortable—but the confused laugh that ripped from your throat only caused her to stare harder. By the looks of the two males still in the kitchen—they seemed to know exactly who it was.

“So who the hell is he?” You sigh, throwing yourself on the couch, a head starting to form. You rest you elbows on your knees—staring blankly at the black tv.

“Only the most dangerous man in the whole damn country. Goddamn it Y/n, what the hell where you thinking?”

“I-I don’t know” You couldn’t help but stutter. You were disappointed in yourself, and you could tell that he was too. And there was no worse feeling than the feeling of letting your family down. You felt like a child being scolded. Their eyes piercing into your tensed frame. You could feel the disappointment in Jeremy’s eyes, the shock in Cameron’s, and the sympathy in Camille’s. It was overwhelming, you feel like you just committed the worst crime—or maybe you were just overthinking the whole situation —all of you were. All you had to do was give the money back.

“I’ll fix it” You closed your eyes while taking a deep breathe. “I’ll fix all of this” You confirmed, mostly to yourself. “Just tell me everything you know about the guy-“before you could finish your sentence, the phone in your pocket started to ring, startling you in the process.

“It’s a private number” You whispered once you took the phone out and read the ID caller. You looked at Camille—as if asking permission. But all she gave you was a shrug, brows furrowed in confusion. You took a deep breathe before answering in a rush.

“Hello?”

“I hope you put that money in good use” Came a deep raspy voice. Confusion filled your body, but your mind went back to that in the club—his soft lips against the shell of your ear as he whispered profanity’s in the dirty bathroom. You breathe hitches in your throat, eyes wide in shock.

“Who the hell is it!?” Hissed Cameron, clearly worried.

“What the hell do you want?” You spat as you recomposes yourself. Jeremy seemed to know exactly who it was due to his reaction. It’s like his whole body shut down as he ran his fingers through his hair letting out a breathy fuck.

“Whoa there dragă, not need to get so defensive” His calm voice only seemed to fuel you even more. “That’s no way to speak to the man who sent you very generous gift” He finishes, and you could almost see the smirk on his beautiful face.

“Oh so this is a privilege?” You scoffed. “Well guess what, dipshit, I don’t fucking want it, so both you come and get it or stop hiding behind *67 and tell me where you are. We don’t need your goddamn charity” You finished your rant, anger radiating off you at the nerve of this guy. You felt proud of yourself, but your confidence faded into thin air when you looked at the three people still in your living  room who’s faces where drained from color.

“Tsk tsk tsk. You really hate people trying to help, don’t you?”

“I’m not a damsel in distress needing saving, Sebastian”

“Fine, come find me. I’ve been itching to see you again, if I’m being honest.” It was pitiful of you, but you swear you just felt your heart skip a beat at his words.

“How do I do that” You spat, not letting the words affect you the way you knew he wanted them too.

“Looks like your friends got that covered” He says seriously while hanging the phone up.

“He’ll kill you” Jeremy says while shaking his head, walking toward the saris, Cameron following hesitantly behind him.

You sigh I defeat, like your whole body just shut down after the comment.

Here you are, fucking your family over once again.

“This is not a good idea, Y/n. In fact, this is a very, very bad idea.” Camille speaks, eyes focused on the road but you could clearly tell how worried she was by the way her forehead wrinkled as her brows furrowed in worry.

“God, I don’t need this right now. I would’ve brought Jeremy if I wanted a freaking lecture about my shitty choose in decision.” You sigh as run your clammy fingers through your hair.

“And all for what? Because he left you some money? Now that’s some bullshit right there.” She scoffs, obviously ignoring your obvious annoyance at another lecture.

“Yes, Camille. Because he left some money. I mean, who the fuck does he think he is? My knight and shining armor? No, fuck that. Him and his money.” You spat loudly, index finger pointing at the windshield as if he was right there. Noticing your best friend’s eyes softening, you immediately cooled off.

“This is very dangerous. Just, don’t let your temper get the best of you while you’re with him. IF you even get to see him.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be okay.” You smiled softly, reaching out to grab the hand that was firmly gripping onto the steering wheel.

“Plus, he said he told his ‘men’ to escort me in or whatever” You chuckled as you shook your head at the silly thought. Completely missing the flash of worry crossing Camille’s eyes.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” You demanded bravely. The room was dim, you could barely see your surroundings other than the middle, where you were met directly with his back, his very sweaty back. The cries of pain that came from his front caused you to lose your composer, just slightly — enough for you to regain it before he noticed. Sebastian stopped his movement slowly turning around, seemingly confused at the sudden interruption. Blood covered sleeves rolled up to his elbows, knuckles bruised and a half unconscious body lying motionless on a broken chair, face so beaten you could hardly identify the person. Which is what Sebastian was going for.

You were aghast, to say the least. Your eyes winded in shock, gripping your cross body bag (where you kept the money) tightly, your body shaking slightly at what you were witnessing.

A smirked formed on his lips as he watched your frightening state. He was amused at your bravery, hearing you walk in like you owned the place. Cussing at every single man that tried to stop you from walking any further. Of course he knew none of them would hurt you because of his orders. But he liked it. Liked your fierceness. But seeing you shocked with terror made him go somewhat soft on the inside. Wanting to cover your eyes from the brutality that was in front of you as if you were a kid.

“Come, let’s talk outside so you don’t have to see any of this” He coughs out, motioning you to follow. Without question, you did. Not standing the sight of the poor man who laid half dead in a rusty chair, his pleads and cries of terror would surly leave a mark on you.

“Why’d you do that?” You swallowed the lump that formed in your throat roughly, almost sure he heard it. You fought hard against the tears that were threading to spell out, you hated to admit it, but under your tough girl act you were sensitive. And seeing an innocent man (to you at least) lay so helplessly made your head shatter.

“He stole from me” He shrugged. As if it was the most normal think ever. As if he does this once a freaking week, as if he was play miniature golf with his high school friends.

“And who the fuck are you? Pablo Escobar” You replied sarcastically, pulling yourself together, not wanting him to smell your fear. He let out a short laugh, shaking his head while stopping in front of a large door.

Well his laugh made him sound less intimidating. It almost made you forget the sight of him killing a person only seconds ago. Almost.

“Come on in. We’ll talk in here.” He gives an attempt at giving you a small smile, you appreciated it. But then you remembered why you were here in the first place. And whatever you were feeling at the moment was replaced with anger.

“What are you trying to do here, huh? Some charity work? You took pity on me and now you wanna be the good fucking guy and help out? No, fuck that and fuck you. I can handle my own shit and I don’t need a stranger coming to my rescue. I’ve done this my whole life alone and I’ve been fine, we’ve been fine. So you can politely fuck off.” You were out of breathe, you were angry, completely forgetting the fact that he was extremely dangerous. Menacing.

After a long pause, he spoke.

“Did my men treat you right? There wasn’t any hassle?” He furrowed his eyebrows. Clearly changing the subject.

“Don’t you fucking dare” You tilted your head to the side, finger pointing accusingly at him.

“I was just trying to do you a favor.” He sighs, hands up in surrender.

“Well I don’t need your favors. I don’t even know you. Just because you took a lucky guess on how shitty my life is doesn’t mean you know me either.” You went from pointing at the ceiling, to him and then to you. “So here’s your money back. I don’t want it” You spat, hands harshly opening your bag and pulling out the stacks of money. Your hair was all over you face, but you could tell his hands were crossed over his chest. Lips pursed in hilarity.

“Don’t do that.” He sighs as he lays his enormous hands on the stack of money that was placed next to him on his desk, reviewing it. After a few seconds he looks at you, eyes squinting as if he was trying to memorize every detail. He then proceeded to walk toward you slowly, as if taking his time. It made you feel small.

You looked at the ground, once again, swallowing the lump in your throat as you felt his body heat on yours. You were faced to face with his chest, refusing to look up. His breath dancing over your forehead. And it took everything in you not to lean in, even though he wasn’t touching you.

Then you dared speak.

“Where you even telling the truth?” You whispered, the words barely audible. But by the way his breathed hitched in his throat, you knew he heard.

“What do you mean?” He gritted his teeth, staring at you dead in the eyes as pulled away from you, making you whine at the loss of heat. But he didn’t notice, lucky for you. He crossed his arms over his chest. You didn’t even think about your next words, or the consequences that would follow—but you didn’t dare hesitate.

“The night in the club. Your mother. Was she really sick? Or was that some bullshit excuse. Did your dad really leave you and your mother to die? Or was that also part of the plan. Fuck, is your name even Sebastian?” You snickered. Even though the situation was far from funny. The disbelief of the situation you had gotten yourself into was so unbelievable that you couldn’t help it when the noise escaped past your lips. And just like that, he was red. You could practically see the smoke coming from his ears as his eyes changed from a light blue mischief to a dark blue hatred.

“Who the fuck do you think you are, huh?” He yelled, letting his temper got the best of him. You jumped back in surprise, not expecting the outburst at all, but you knew it would happen. “I never lied to you, Y/n. I’d never joke about my mother’s sickness just for a fun story. My father did leave us, he left us for dead. And he paid for it. Just like every single person that was with him.” His breathe was uneven, he clearly had more to say—he was struggling to keep calm and you didn’t know why.

“What did you do, Sebastian? You killed him? Huh, is that was you did? Is that how you solve all your messes?” You raised your voice—edging him on. His outburst caused your own anger to bubble up in you.

“Yes. I fucking killed him, is that what you want to fucking hear, Y/n? I’m a fucking killer, a murderer. I sell drugs and guns. I’m a fucking drug lord. It’s what I fucking do. Don’t you get that?” His face was red due to all the movement he was causing and yelling, the vein on his neck prominent. You finally caught a glimpse of his belt. You froze in fear as you saw the gun that was tucked neatly under his leather belt. All the possibilities of you being killed ran through you mind and the fact that he was confessing to his crimes made it worse. “I kill people, I’ll kill anyone who stands in my fucking way.” His eyes where dark, intimidating. He confessed his dues even though you were already aware. But you didn’t get the answer you quite wanted. You were stepping on dangerous grounds, but you chose to ignore the gun that was tucked away in his belt, in a position where he could swiftly grab it and shoot you dead before you could even scream. But you continued, because you were just like that.

“How’d you kill him?” You spoke softly. His eyes immediately lit up as a sinister smile crept on his lips. And he spoke slowly, as if taking his time in remembering each detail.

“I chopped off each of his limbs off one by one as he watched in horror, not being able to do anything other than scream in agony. Started with his hands, cut off each finger before cutting his whole hand off. He didn't deserve them anyway.” He shrugged as if it was nothing. But it made your skin crawl. “I’d watch him beat my mother countless times, and I was unable to do anything; to defend her. But when I knew the power I had, I did something. Something I dreamt of doing for years. Then, I chopped off his feet. And you know what I did next? I ripped his fucking heart out while he was barely conscious. And I don’t regret a single thing.” He smirks while shaking his head, sinful tongue poking out just slightly out of his now dry mouth. His once perfect hair messed up by all the times his ran his dried bloody hands through it. Face red and sweaty as he calmed down from his outburst. Your brows were furrowed—fist clench tightly as you looked up at him. You somehow knew he was missing details.

Before he could even think of speaking (only adding to you infuriated mood) you jumped on him, legs poorly wrapped around his waist, arms holding onto his broad shoulder and lips smashing into his. Surprisingly, he did not hesitate to kiss you back just as aggressively. You couldn’t help but moan at the taste of his mouth. All you could taste was alcohol, weed and a hint of mint. Normally you’d be repulsed by this, but all you could think about was how amazing his lips felt on yours, how amazing his tasted in your tongue.

You could feel his smirk against your wet lips—and just for a second did you realize what you were doing—how desperate you must look right now. His smirk against your mouth infuriated you, causing you to bite his bottom lip harshly with a moan—causing him to growl animalistic. And god you could come right then and there. Small drops of blood seeping out of the cut your teeth made only made him look even more ravishing. Your tongue darts passed your lips as you took a slow lick over the wound, collecting the little blood that was shown—and wince coming out of him.

The heat in your core intensifying. Your short spell on him quickly vanished as soon as his rough and bloody hands went up to grab your ass giving it a tight squeeze. The moan that slipped out of your mouth only seemed to fuel him. Cautiously, he walked both of you toward his desk, careful not to break the kiss—and careful not make both of you fall. Your lips trailed desperately along his stubbled cheek, sharp jawline and neck, immediately licking a stripe up the vein that was popping out. His eyes closed momentarily, swallowing harshly as he relishes the feeling of your warm, wet mouth worshiping his neck.

Lazily, he cleared the area while dropping you on top. Wasting no time in taking your jeans off—buttons barely off, you were certain he broke them, but his face buried between your breast wouldn’t allow you to think. Once your pants where off, he forcefully opened your legs, causing a loud moan to slip past your lips as you felt your legs stretch deliciously. You could feel him chuckle against your cheek, a hand coming up to squeeze your chin between his finger, while the other didn’t hesitate to harshly slip under your underwear.

Wasting no time in separating your lips with his index and pinky finger to have a better angle to use his middle and ring finger and rubbing your clit harshly. Letting out small whimpers as you desperately bucked your hips into his hand. He moaned as he felt your warm pussy pulsing into his hand. It was heavenly, never had a man been so rough with you, and the fact that this wasn’t just a random man, but a feared mob boss. His dick was hard, fighting against hid dress pants, it was thick, extremely. The mere thought of having it in your mouth made your mouth water and your pussy wetter. This whole situation was dangerous. The hand of killer as buried deep in your underwear and all you could think about was sucking his dick.

“Fuck baby, you’re getting wetter by the second” He groans as dips his middle and ring finger down to your slit, collecting the juices that shameless fell out of you—only to bring his wet fingers back up to your clit, making it easier for him to rub. You couldn’t help but laugh at his words.

“God, i wanna suck your dick so bad” You let the pornographic moan out, causing him to let out a growl—then a snicker. Your face was red in embarrassment at the sudden confession, but you didn’t give a fuck at this point. The hand that was still tightly wrapped around your chin, forcefully pulled you into a kiss. Teeth clashing against each other, tongues exploring each other mouths. It wasn’t even a kiss due to how desperate it was. It was an erotic scene.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll be sure to put this sassy mouth to good use” He smirked. And if it weren't for your immense attraction to him, and in the current position you were in. You probably would've slapped him. But his words were nothing but hot and provocative.

And in just minutes, you felt your orgasm approaching, just by his fingers. Pathetic. You knew he could sense it just by the way your clit kept pulsing on his fingers.

“Oh, is my baby gonna cum already. Just by my fingers.” He whispered while licking your parted lips. A cockily look on his sweaty face. All you could do was nod pathetically as your head rolled back, brows knitted together and eyes shut tightly.

“Open your fucking eyes.” He growls as he hands harshly grabs your chin once again. This only caused an even louder moan to come from you. It made you 10 time horny at how rough he was being.

“I’m-i th-im about to cum-“ You whined rather loudly, hands that were once gripping his wooden desk reached up to his clothes shoulders, gripping at them desperately. And you felt it, your climax just around the corner. But before your orgasm could wash over you, a loud, obnoxious knock sounded throughout the whole office. His fingers immediately stilled on your beating clit, causing you to lean forward with a cry.

“No!” You couldn’t help but whine. You could feel how tensed and angry Sebastian was at the sudden interruption.

“Come in!” He shouted—making your eyes go wide in shock, and mouth agape. Especially since his hands was still inside your underwear. You tried to move away from him but he held you still, fingers still roughly placed on your sensitive clit.

“Sir we-“The built man stopped abruptly in his track, eyes wide at the sight. Sebastian only turned lightly to get a good look at his face, his face was unreadable, completely emotionless, making the man squirm under his gaze.

You could only imagine what you looked like. Sweaty, hair stuck to your face with euphoric yet embarrassed features. You wrapped your arms around Sebastian’s neck, burying your head in his neck at an attempt to cover yourself from the man. You could feel his smile as he kissed the top of your head. You would’ve thought it was a sweet gesture if his hand wasn’t buried in your underwear. In front of another dangerous man.

“Yes?” Sebastian asked—clearly irritated by the sudden interruption and the lack of information he was giving.

“Um—the-the crates, they’re here, sir” The man coughs, eye everywhere except Sebastian’s eyes, afraid he’d piss him off. And eyes definitely not on you. Knowing the consequences if ever looked at his girl.

“I’ll be right out.” Sebastian says irritably, making the buff man leave quickly.

With a sigh, he softly took his hands out, making you whimper at the loss of contact. His hands were wrinkled due to your juice, but with the cool air, they began to dry. That didn’t stop him from sucking on them as if it were frosty on a cake. You bit your lips at the sight.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t finish you off properly, dragă.” He says sadly. You couldn’t lie, you were disappointed yourself.

“But if you give me a chance, I’d love to take you out to dinner. Then I can fuck you like you deserve.” He ran his tongue across his bruised lip. You couldn’t help but blush at how explicit he was, even when trying to be romantic.

“Hmm. I don’t know. I’ll have to think about it” You shrugged—smiling innocently at him as you hop off his desk. The wetness in your core started drying up, making it uncomfortable to even stand. Sebastian smirked as he nodded his head, leaning against the same spot you were sat on as he watched you pull your pants back up.

“I’m not an easy man to contact, how will I know your answer?” He bit his lips.

“You obviously know where I live and have my number” You teased. Walking back up to him and pulling him down boldly for a much more passionate and slow kiss, completely different from the ones you had moments ago. It felt nice—having his warm lips against yours. One hand draped lazily around your waist while your arm was draped lazily around his neck.

“I’ll see you around.” You whispered breathlessly while slowly dragging your hands from his neck, down to his chest as if to pull him away. Your foreheads still touching, lips caught between your lips. He was so intoxicating, it almost made your head throb. None of you finding the strength to pull away from each other. Weirdly enough, you felt safe in his arms, warm and it just felt right.

“I have to go” You whispered; nodding mostly to yourself — reminding yourself.

“Okay, baby” He nods, yet made no effort in pulling away. So you mustered up all the strength you had in your drained body and pulled away, his hands reaching for yours as he gave you one last kiss. Letting it linger around. And cue the butterflies. You felt like little school girl when her crush finally notices her. But you didn’t care at all.

“I’ll be waiting for that response” He hollers, arms crossed over his chest. Yet again, that infamous smudge look took place on his beautiful face.

“You just have to be patient, Stan” You winked as, not sparing him another glance as you walked out, immediately being met by one of his many bodyguards to escort you out. But not before Sebastian have them a murderous look.

Once out, you ran straight toward the abandoned warehouse where you had left Camille parched just in case something happened. Ready to tell her everything that had happened. The thought of him being a mafia leader far from forgotten.

“You just have to be patient, Stan” You winked as, not sparing him another glance as you walked out, immediately being met by one of his many bodyguards to escort you out. But not before Sebastian gave them a murderous look.

Once out, you ran straight toward the abandoned warehouse where you had left Camille parched just in case something happened. Ready to tell her everything that had happened. The thought of him being a mafia leader long forgotten.

“Hey, Vince” Sebastian calls, phone pressed tightly on the phone, one hand crossed under the arm that held the phone.

“I need you to keep an eye out on Y/n Y/l/n, 24/7. Her and her whole entire family. No- I don’t fucking care. Yes, even the fucking cashier at her local supermarket. Just keep an eye on her. Yeah, she knows too much, we can’t risk it.” He sighs, staring at the spot where you once stood.

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My Surrogate Father (Robert Downey Jr. x Teen!Fem!Reader)

Part 4 of 11

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“Hello, officers,” Your mother plastered a smile on her face as she chewed her gum, your mother was an amazing actress but she never pursued it as a career.

“Hi, we got a call from a neighbor that they heard screaming?” One of the officers said as he tried his best to glance into the house.

She chuckled, “I am so sorry, officers but me and my daughter were watching a scary movie, I guess we had the volume up too high.” The officers smiled and gave your mother a nod, “I am truly sorry you guys had to come all this way for nothing.”

“It’s fine, ma’am, you have a good night,” one of the officers called out as they walked away. Your mother watched as they got in the car and drove off, she closed the door and sighed. Walking up the stairs and into your room where she had placed tape over your mouth. You’ve never seen your mother this way, she was abusive in an emotional way throughout your life but never has she ever been abusive in a physical way.

She removed the tape. Tears fell down your cheek, you watched your mother rummage some more through your room, she sighed in frustration as she cleared out the last drawer. “Dammit!” She yelled as she threw the drawer onto the ground, causing you to jump.

“I told you, I didn’t have them,” you said quietly, your mother didn’t say anything. She walked out of your room, slamming the door behind her. You looked over at your phone, grabbing it, you noticed you had a missed call along with a couple of messages from Robert, Chris, and Sebastian.

You looked over Roberts messages:

Hey, hon, call me back, yeah?

Just want to check up on you, call me back when you can.

I love you, kid.

You then looked at Chris’s:

Hey, kid! How are you? Just wanted to check up! I’ll be in Los Angeles soon, I was thinking of having a movie night?

You smiled to yourself, ever since that one time having a movie night with Chris he’s been suggesting another. This time a Disney marathon. You then moved on to Sebastian’s text messages:

Hey there, y/n/n, just wanted to make sure you were doing okay. Facetime me when you can, I worry about you. <3

You sighed to yourself and placed the phone back on your nightstand. You wanted to reach out but you were so afraid of the outcome. Where would you go? But right now you didn’t want to think about that, right now you just wanted to sleep.

~~

“y/n,” you groaned and covered yourself some more with the blankets, Robert chuckled, “y/n, wake up, hon.”

“Go away,” you mumbled.

“I’ve got a surprise for you, come on, get up!” Robert shook you slightly.

You sighed, “fiiine!” You sat up and rubbed your eyes.

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty! Now get ready and meet me in the living room once you get rid of this look,” he gestured towards your bed head and tired looking eyes. Robert then left the room.

Robert walked into the living room, “she’s awake,” he explained to Chris and Sebastian, “thank you, again, she’s such a neat kid.”

Chris smiled, “what’s her story?”

Robert sighed, “her father died a year ago, she lives with her mother and older brother now.”

“Must be hard on her,” Seb said quietly.

“Especially since she didn’t even know her mother until she was five,” Robert shook his head, “she doesn’t speak as highly of her mother as she does with her father… I don’t know, something about her mother just seems off.”

“Robert?” You called out, you were still getting used to the house.

“In here!” Robert called out.

You walked into the living room, noticing the two men sitting down on the couch. “Holy crap,” you mumbled as you realized who the two men were. “Holy fuck.”

“Language,” Robert smirked, “She said a bad word, Chris.”

Chris rolled his eyes as he stood up, “hey, y/n, Robert has told us so much about you!”

You looked over at Robert who was sporting a grin, “is this real?” you asked him causing Sebastian to laugh.

“Yes, they’re real, y/n.”

Chris walked over to you, he thought your reaction was cute, he pulled you into an embrace which you quickly returned. “It’s so nice to meet you!” you exclaimed, you looked over at Sebastian, “and you too!” You walked over to him and he instantly pulled you into an embrace.

“I swear to God if I wake up right now and I realize this is all a dream, I’m gonna be upset,” you stated causing the men to laugh. You then sat down on the couch next to Sebastian, “wait, so why are you guys here?” you asked.

“Because I asked them to come to meet you,” Robert smiled, “after talking to you yesterday about how your dad got you into comics and well, obviously you’re a huge Bucky and Captain America fan, I just had too. I tried to get Mark to come but he’s on vacation with his family.”

Robert barely met you and he has shown so much kindness towards you, he’s treated you as his own from the start and it made you feel loved. Yet, part of you was afraid that this was only because of the role you guys were playing but would he go out of his way to have his friends come to visit you if it were just for the role?

“Thank you, Robert,” you said with a smile.

Robert smiled back and then clapped his hands together, “Alright, so I’m thinking movie night? Susan took the kids to see her mother for the day, she’s been meaning to do that all week,” he mumbled the last part.

“Any suggestions?” Chris asked as he looked over at you.

“Star Wars?”

“Big commitment! I love it!” Sebastian said, “we should order some pizza.”

You sat on the floor, your eyes glued to the t.v.

“Look, there’s my dad!” Seb said as Luke Skywalker came onto the screen.

You all laughed at Seb’s comment, Robert’s phone suddenly began to ring, he excused himself. Chris paused the movie, “So, y/n,” Chris began to say, “excited for the big role?”

You sat on the empty couch space that Robert had left, “yeah, it’s pretty exciting.”

“I bet your mom is pretty excited!” Seb said with a smile.

You plastered a smile and gave him a nod, but you know your mother could care less about the role. All she cared about was the money that came with it. Chris could sense something was off, he knew a fake smile when he saw one, “what’s up?” he asked nudging your shoulder slightly.

You looked at him, a bit confused, “what do you mean?”

“Something’s wrong,” Chris said quietly.

Seb let out a small sigh, “I know we just met but you can tell us anything, y/n.”

You sighed, “my mom doesn’t pay that much attention to me, she tends to favor my brother…” Chris nods in an understanding way, “and since my dad has passed, she’s been paying less attention towards me, I mean, it’s not like I want the attention but I don’t know, it’d be nice to know that my mom actually cares.”

“She cares,” Chris said calmly, “she probably just doesn’t know how to explain her feelings.” you doubted that, especially with the way she treated your brother. You highly doubted that.

“But she said that her mother pays more attention to her brother, Chris,” Seb said to Chris. Chris then realized that he was wrong. “You have us, y/n. Things may be crappy now with your mom but soon you’ll be out of there,” Seb gave you a reassuring smile.

“Yeah and if you ever need someone to talk to, you can always call us or even Downey. I know Downey cares for you as his own already,” Chris chuckled.

“Did I hear my name?” Robert asked as he walked back into the room, “sorry, Susan was just calling to let me know that she was on the way back with the kids.”

“Should we continue the movie?” Chris asked

Robert looked at you and raised his eyebrows, “you stole my spot.”

“Finders keepers!” You said as you placed your head on the armrest and rested your legs on Chris’s lap.

Robert scoffed, “alright, then, remember you said that.” He then sat down on the couch with Seb, “by all means, Evans, resume the movie.”

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June 17

(Just a heads up, this is entirely a filler chapter with Ashe, Sebastian and Sam-- and this is where I reeeaally start taking creative liberties with the game systems.)

“Ugh, it’s too hot to practice…” Sam groaned, as he and Sebastian walked away from Alex’s ice cream stand, cones of creamy frozen goodness in hand. “And it’s too hot to do anything else today...”

“You say the same thing every year.” Sebastian pointed out, raising a brow at Sam’s drama. “Why don’t you ever ask for an air conditioner for your birthday present? Or just save up and buy one yourself?”

Sam’s expression became quite sheepish. “Well… I know how expensive they can be, especially when it starts heating up, so I’d feel bad asking Mom to spend that kind of money.” He admitted, hastily licking up a trail of melted chocolate ice cream as it ran down the side of his cone. “And my paychecks aren’t usually that big, y’know? With what I have left after giving half to Mom for rent, I’d have to spend a whole year saving to afford one. It’s like…” He gestured with his hands, “I can either be a penny-pinching miser for something that I’ll only use for a couple of months a year, or I can have fun with my money and spend it on stuff I’ll actually use all the time, like strings for my guitar or a new amp.”

“Or you could work more than once a week.” Sebastian was deadpan in his delivery, crushing his friend just a little; it was a playful jest, of course, one meant in good fun. “Even if you picked up just one extra shift every week, it’d give you more to work with.”

“Yeah, I know…” Sam hung his head a little in defeat. “Can you blame me, though? I don’t want to work at that awful place! Even if it does have air conditioning, it’s not worth it. I don’t know how Shane puts up with Morris for forty hours a week, every week.” He looked thoughtful as he took a bite, using his tongue to lick up some that got on his upper lip. “Y’know, speaking of Shane… he seems different lately. Like, he seems more… I dunno, clear-headed? Maybe it’s just me, but…”

Sebastian ran his tongue around his own ice cream to keep it from melting too quickly. “He’s stopped ordering beer when he comes to the saloon on Fridays.” He pointed out, much to Sam’s surprise. “… You didn’t notice because you never turn around when we’re playing pool.”

“Cos the last time I turned around, you hit the 8-ball into the back of my head.” Sam pouted a little; amongst their little friend group, he was definitely the most oblivious. “I wonder if he’s trying to stop drinking. If so, that’s gotta take some serious willpower.”

“Why don’t you ask Ashe and find out?” Sebastian pointed over Sam’s shoulder. “He’s right over there.” It was pretty common knowledge in town at that point that Ashe and Shane were close, so it made sense to ask a question like that of him rather than going directly to the source.

“Huh?” Sam turned around and followed Sebastian’s finger; sure enough, Ashe was heading up through the north of town, past Harvey’s and Pierre’s and up towards the mountains where the Carpenter’s was. To their surprise, he was carrying quite a large, empty burlap sack, with a pickaxe strapped across his back. “Oh, good idea. Hey, Ashe! Ashe!”

Faintly hearing his name being called, Ashe paused, looking back over his shoulder curiously. “Oh! Hey guys!” He turned around and waved, waiting as Sam and Sebastian made their way towards him. “Happy birthday Sam~ I was actually heading to the mines to get a birthday present for you.”

“Aw, that’s real nice of you.” Sam was touched by his thoughtfulness, but he couldn’t help but be concerned. “Aren’t the mines dangerous, though? I wouldn’t want you to get hurt on account of me.”

“I dunno, I bet it’s a lot of fun to go exploring in them.” Sebastian shrugged his shoulders a little. “It’s got to be more exciting than anything else you can do here in town.”

Ashe just smiled, adjusting the strap of the sack slung across him. “It can be a little dangerous, but there’s a rescue team on standby in case things go wrong. Even though they’re technically Joja employees, they’re really nice. And it’s really exciting to see what you can find down there~” An idea struck him, making him press his palms together in delight. “I know! If you guys don’t have anything else to do, why don’t you come to the mines with me? I bet we could find a whole vein of valuable gems.”

The two taller males could practically see the gold coins dancing in Ashe’s eyes at the notion. “Well… I mean, it’s better than anything else we could have thought of.” Sam admitted, glancing over to see Sebastian’s own eyes glinting a little. He knew his best friend hated the mundanity of life in Pelican Town, and was probably extremely keen on the idea. “The mines have gotta be cooler than out here, right?”

“Oh, definitely.” Ashe nodded enthusiastically. “The mines stay super cool—sometimes a little too cold, but that’s when you get warmed up with some mining~”

That was enough to sell the still-reluctant Sam, whose ice cream at that point had already half-melted from the humid heat around them. “Alright, count me in. What about you, Seb?”

“Definitely.” Sebastian tossed what was left of his ice cream into the nearest trash bin as the three of them began up the path towards the north; on their way there, they passed Robin, who was on her way to Pierre’s for Caroline’s weekly aerobics class. They played off their passing casually, as Robin would definitely protest them heading into the mines if she knew what they were up to—even though she was a mother only to Sebastian, she had that motherly ability to cow any unruly teenagers if she felt like they were doing something dangerous. Since she had only just left for the class (the class that Jodi also went to every week), that gave them a solid three hours to explore before their folks got suspicious.

Right off the bat, the interior of the mines was noticeably cooler—it was easily a ten to twenty degree difference, making the trio sigh in relief. Having never really been inside the mines before, Sebastian and Sam were surprised to see a sort of ‘base camp’ setup right past the entrance—it was a small setup, to be true, with a little first aid station and a portable restroom. Usually the rescue team was comprised of two Joja employees, but that day only one was present, a mousy ginger-haired girl with huge glasses.

“Hi Ellie~” Ashe greeted as the three of them approached; the sudden sound of his voice made the meek girl practically jump out of her skin, having been so absorbed in the book she was reading that she hadn’t heard them enter the cave. “Are you working alone today?”

“A-Ah, hello Ashe…” Hastily, Ellie put down the book and fixed her now lopsided glasses, thoroughly flustered by that point. “Y-Yes, it’s just me today. You know h-how it is during the week…” Looking to the unfamiliar young men with Ashe, she asked hesitantly, “A-Are these your friends?”

“Mmhm.” Gesturing to Sebastian and Sam, Ashe introduced, “This is Sebastian, and this is Sam.”

“Hey, nice to meetcha.” Sam greeted with a friendly smile, while Sebastian raised his hand in hello. “So uh, how does this whole setup go exactly?”

Ellie got to her feet. “W-Well… You sign your name into this logbook, just so we have a record of you coming in should anything happen.” She gestured to the crate with said book on it. “Th-then we get you fitted with some safety gear and weapons, and you go off and… do your thing.” She seemed to recall something and looked to Ashe. “U-Unfortunately, you’ll have to stick with the left path; P-Percy signed in a-about an hour ago and reserved the right path for the day.”

“Drat.” Ashe scuffed the toe of his boot into the ground with a pout. “The right path is always loaded… Oh well, it can’t be helped.” It always felt like his rival was one step ahead of him; just when he thought he was catching up, Percy managed to widen the gap between them even further. “… The mines split off into two different directions.” He explained to his friends, who both looked slightly puzzled.

“F-From what we can tell,” Ellie added as she retrieved some safety gear for them to put on, “the left path is from the hey-day of the mining operation; the right path was started when the left path started running out of resources, but due to a cave-in, the whole operation was shut down before much p-progress was made, hence why it tends to be more resource-rich. B-But I’m sure you’ll be able to find plenty all the same.”

She helped the boys into the gear—nothing too grand or complex, considering it was a setup that Joja realistically made very little money on and thus had no incentive to do anything more. Helmets with headlamps, gloves, some rather dull-bladed swords. She did give Sebastian and Sam their own pickaxes, before strapping what seemed to be some kind of monitoring devices to their wrists. “Sh-Should anything happen, these alarms will send a signal to me to come get you guys. B-Be safe in there, and good luck.”

“Thanks, Ellie~” Ashe smiled merrily and proceeded onward, with Sebastian and Sam quick to follow; the path into the mines was straightforward for a short distance, before it diverted sharply into two distinct paths like a forking road. “I still can’t believe Percy beat us here.” He couldn’t help but pout, giving the right path a longing look before he led the two to the left.

“Are you really so strapped for money that you need those resources to sell?” Sebastian asked as he too came to walk beside Ashe.

“Well, not really…” Ashe admitted meekly; suddenly, a fire lit up in his eyes, and he pumped his fists in determination. “But the more money I make, the more I can improve the farm, which means more money, which means more improvements! I absolutely, absolutely, absolutely have to make my farm better than Percy’s.”

Sebastian and Sam shared a look around the short male. “Why is that so important?” Sam couldn’t help but inquire slowly. It just seemed so out of character for Ashe to be so money-hungry and so competitive, when usually he was one of the friendliest folks in town.

“…” Ashe’s arms fell to his sides. “Because if I don’t, Joja will take grandpa’s farmland and turn it into factories.” He murmured, his shoulders slumping as he came to a stop.

“Joja will—wait, come again?” Sam’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head. “Seriously?!”  

“Mmhm.” It was all Ashe could do to simply nod his head in confirmation, leaving Sebastian and Sam somewhat speechless. “I can’t let that happen. I won’t let that happen. So…” He clenched his fists for a moment, before thrusting his finger outward dramatically. “That’s why I will build a farm better than anyone’s ever seen before! And to do that, I need lots and loootsa G, so let’s get to mining!”  

It was such an abrupt about-face that it practically gave the boys whiplash. They’d had no idea of the kind of pressure that Ashe was under, but it wasn’t exactly their fault; despite how nosy the farmer could be, he was pretty tight-lipped about himself and his goings-on at the farm, as though he preferred to endure his burdens all alone. Whatever the reason was, Sam and Sebastian had gained some pretty horrific insight into just how depraved Joja was.

“What gives them the right to try and take your grandpa’s farmland?” Sam tried to press, jogging to keep up with Ashe who had picked up a quick pace in search of treasures. “That can’t be legal, they can’t just take what doesn’t belong to them cos they feel like it. And I knew Percy was kind of an ass, but I didn’t think he was a Joja stooge.”  

“It’s a long story.” Ashe seemed perfectly content to leave things at that, smiling that carefree smile of his as he marched resolutely onward. “We’re starting to get kind of deep now, so we might end up seeing a few slimes here and there. They’re harmless—actually, they’re really cute and squishy, and they seem to like attention. Sometimes, they even lead me to where a good ore vein is~”

Clearly, the boys weren’t going to get much more than that out of him; one of Ashe’s more deserved reputations was of his unyielding stubbornness. “… Wait, slimes?” Sebastian repeated, as what Ashe had just said sunk into his brain. “You mean like, the kind you fight in Dragon Quest?”

“Yup.” Ashe looked over his shoulder and grinned. “In fact, I’d say the ones in here are way cuter.”

Almost as if on cue, a little green blob bounced into view from around a large jagged boulder, its little antenna swaying too and fro as it merrily went along its way. “Oh, there’s one now!”

Completely startled by this revelation—that creatures much like the ones they’d slain in video games existed in their world, in these mines not far from town—Sam let out a startled yelp, tripping over his own feet in his haste to step back; he was, of course, horrified when dozens of the little round blobby beings popped out of nowhere and swarmed them, drawn from their hiding spots by the sound of activity and voices. Just as Ashe had said, they were completely harmless, simply bouncing uselessly off of their legs like a thrown pillow or stuffed animal would.

“…. Is this real life right now?” Sebastian crouched down and dangled one by its squishy skin; it felt kind of like mochi without the rice flour coating. The slime wriggled and squirmed a little, looking up at Sebastian with an expression of overt curiosity mixed with a desire to be freed.

The sound of Sam’s raucous laughter filled the mine; Ashe and Sebastian looked down to see the slimes practically converging on him, jumping and crawling all over him as he tried in vain to push them off. “I-It tickles when they move!!!” He wheezed, the weight of all the slimes on his upper body pinning him to the rocky ground. “D-Don’t just st-stand there! HALP!”

“Welp, RIP Sam.” Sebastian tossed the slime he was holding into the slime-pile and began to walk. “He lived a good life.”

“If we find a neat gemstone we’ll be sure to leave it on your grave~” Ashe chimed as he traipsed off with Sebastian.

“H-Hey, where are you guys going?!” Sam sputtered, his eyes nearly bugging out of his head once more—before another slime happily squished onto his face.

Of course, they went back once the joke had run its course, if only out of pity for the guy who seemed completely incapable of getting the slimes off for fear of hurting them. It was a good introduction to what the mines were like, though, especially once Ashe told them that the only threat slimes posed was thanks to their tendency to swarm like that—it was easy to get into some real trouble if there were other monsters lurking about.

 “Oh yeah, I completely forgot.” Sam suddenly recalled their original reason for wanting to talk to Ashe some time later, as they were chipping away at a vein of silver ore—it wasn’t a gemstone, sure, but silver was still valuable in its own right. “We wanted to ask you something, Ashe.”

“You wanted to ask him something.” Sebastian corrected as he gave Sam a pointed look. “Don’t drag me into your nosiness.”

Ashe swung his pickaxe hard enough to chip a good chunk from the vein. “Me?” He asked, giving Sam an inquisitive look as he knelt down to pick the chunk from the ground. “What is it?”

“Is there something going on with Shane?” Sam wiped a bead of sweat from his face with his shoulder and leaned against the handle of his pickaxe as he spoke. “He seems different than usual, and we noticed that—” A small pebble struck him in the back of the head; he jerked his head around to see Sebastian casually sifting through a pile of chipped fragments, humming in that kind of ‘innocent’ way that was a dead giveaway that he had chucked it. “…. Sebastian noticed that he stopped ordering drinks at the bar. We figured asking him directly wouldn’t work out too well, and you’re one of the people he’s closest to, so…”

“I just want to clarify that I have no part in this.” Sebastian announced bluntly, leaning around his friend to give Ashe a dead serious expression. “Sam was the one who wanted to stick his nose in Shane’s business.”

“Dude, why are you trying to throw me under the bus?!” Sam whipped around again to fume at his friend. “Admit it, you’re curious as hell too! Otherwise you wouldn’t have said anything in the first place! And why are you acting like it’s such a big deal, anyway? It’s a small town, everyone knows everyone’s business eventually!”

As Sam ranted, Sebastian looked away with a smirk and cleaned some dust out of his ear with his pinky finger; it was way too much fun to rile up his friend like that, especially since Sam had the tendency to go way over the top as he was then. “Methinks the lady doth protest too much.”

“What does that even mean?!” Sam threw his hands up in defeat.

The sound of Ashe giggling brought Sam’s energy back down; the two looked towards the farmer and found him nearly doubled over with repressed laughter. “It’s not a big deal, guys.” He managed to giggle out, straightening up and wiping a tear from his eye; he was almost jealous of the kind of friendship that they had with one another, the kind where you could sit and insult one another for hours just to see who could come up with the most creative shit talk. “Shane decided to quit drinking, that’s all.”

It was the confirmation that they had suspected, but to hear it was still a surprise, considering how much of a beer hound Shane had been up until that point. “Damn. What do you mean, it’s not a big deal?” Sam asked. “That’s kind of huge for him, isn’t it?”

“Of course it is.” Picking up his pickaxe again, Ashe gave it another good swing, sending bits and pieces of rock and silver everywhere. “But I… I think he’s kind of embarrassed about it. He said the last thing he wants is for the whole town to start bringing up how glad they are that he’s not a drunkard anymore. He just wants everything else to stay the same…” Another swing revealed little flecks of red embedded in the rock, and he set the pickaxe aside to crouch down and get a closer look. “Change can be really scary, so having something normal to cling to can make it less scary… right?”

Sam and Sebastian exchanged a look. “A match made in heaven.” Sam stated with a sage nod of his head.

“I can already hear the wedding bells ringing.” Sebastian agreed, making Ashe’s face turn red.

“H-Hey, what do you mean by that?” He demanded, becoming quite flustered by their casual comments. “It’s not like that with us at all. We’re just good friends. Besides, Shane… Shane needs to focus on getting better. Something like that would just get in the way. Yeah, it would just distract him from his recovery!”

His adamant protests and excuses made both males snicker. “The lady really doth protest too much now.” Sebastian teased with a smirk. “Oh, calm down and listen.” He added, when he saw that Ashe was getting even more worked up than Sam had been a few moments ago.

“Think about it.” Sam took the opportunity to sit down beside Ashe for a break, gesturing for the smaller male to join him as Sebastian did the same. “Shane’s been set in his way for years and years, right? Everyone in town knew what a bad place he was in; we just didn’t know how to get him to see that. But then you showed up, a total stranger, and within just a few months Shane decides that he’s gonna call it quits with booze. Now why would he do that for someone he hasn’t known for very long, and not for the people he’s lived with for years?”

Ashe didn’t say anything for a moment as he pulled his knees up to his chest. “… I didn’t have anything to do with that.” He insisted emphatically, once he had given some thought to what he wanted to say. “All I did was pester him until we were friends...”

Even as he said the words, he knew deep down that he was lying to himself. If that were really true, then why was he letting all of this bother him so much? “….” Catching the look that the two were giving him, he quickly added, “E-Even if what you’re getting at is true, there’s no chance anything would happen with us. Absolutely zero. Shane isn’t into guys, and surely it’d make people in town feel uncomfortable…”

“How do you know he’s not into guys?” Sebastian dug around in his pocket for his pack of cigarettes. “Did he ever say that, or are you just assuming?”

“…. It’s a pretty safe assumption.” Ashe mumbled, his face only turning redder.

“Thought so.” The flame of Sebastian’s lighter lit up the space for a moment, followed by the sound of the end of the cigarette smouldering as Sebastian took a drag on it.

“We’re not trying to embarrass you or make you uncomfortable.” Sam assured Ashe as the farmer buried his face in his hands. “We’re really not—”

“Oh I am.” Sebastian corrected, earning himself a smack on the shoulder from his best friend.

“—We just wanna help you out a little.” Sam continued, after giving Sebastian one hell of a stink eye. “You’re our friend, after all. And it’s pretty obvious how much you care for the guy, and how much he cares for you.”

For a long moment again, Ashe didn’t say anything. It felt strange, to have the ‘because we’re friends’ card played against himself for a change. “… I don’t want to ruin what we already have.” He finally murmured, resting his chin against his knees; for once, none of his characteristic bubbliness was present. “And it would feel like I’m just taking advantage of him when he’s vulnerable… I really appreciate what you guys are trying to say, but…” He lifted his head up and looked to each of them in turn, putting on the best, most convincing smile that he could. “I’m really happy with letting things stay the way they are~”

It was painfully obvious what a lie that was. But before either Sebastian or Sam could say anything more, they felt a faint rumble in the ground. “Uhh… that wasn’t me.” Was the first thing that Sam could think to say as the three of them looked around for the source.

“I think we’d actually die of oxygen depravation if it was you.” Sebastian quickly snuffed out his cigarette. “It was probably a minor earthquake or something—” That explanation began to fall apart as another rumble, then another still followed, each growing slightly stronger than the last. “… Ashe, should we be worried?”

“Uhh, maybe?” Ashe scrambled to his feet and cranked up the light on his headlamp as he looked around; a rumble strong enough to nearly knock him over seemed to come from the direction of where they had been coming from. Slowly, all three of them turned their heads to look, their headlamps illuminating upon a massive, deep purple slime as it came to loom over them—unlike the little ones they had encountered before, this one glared down at them with terrifying eyes, its little deely-bopper antennae swaying back and forth in agitation.

“I-Is this one harmless too?” Sam stammered as he and Sebastian also hastily got to their feet, staring up with jaws hanging slightly at the monstrosity before them. “What the hell even is it?”

Ashe swallowed nervously. “S-Slime EX.” He answered, suddenly finding his mouth quite dry. “And, uh… it’s not harmless. If it squishes you, it’s game over.”

Sebastian could picture what being crushed by that thing would be like—moist, heavy, suffocating, and thoroughly unpleasant. Definitely something to avoid at all costs. “Any advice on how to deal with it?”

“Yeah.” Ashe grabbed onto each of their arms and began to backpedal, practically throwing them in the opposite direction of the slime as he shouted, “RUN!”

That was it, they were all done. Screaming at the top of their lungs, the boys fled, with the enraged slime giving chase—it could move pretty damn fast for a squishy amorphous blob. “This is not how I want to go out, man!” Sam wheezed, pumping his arms as hard as he could to get some more momentum in his running. “I’m too young! I haven’t even had a girlfriend yet!!”

“Less bitching, more running!” Sebastian barked to his friend, glancing over his shoulder to see the slime gaining on them and zipping ahead of the two in order to ensure his survival. “Sorry guys! Survival of the fittest, you understand!”

“IF THIS THING DOESN’T KILL YOU THEN I WILL, SEB!” Sam shook his fist after his friend. “YOU ASSHOLE!”

 Collapsed in a big heap, the three began to try and catch their breath; somehow, they’d managed to outrun that thing, though at the expense of going much deeper into the mineshaft than they probably should have. “I-I actually want to die right now.” Sebastian groaned, resting his sweaty face in his hand as he leaned against Sam for support. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d done that much physical activity.

On Sam’s other side, Ashe too leaned against him, his head tilted back and his eyes closed as he clutched at his chest. Compared to the other two, he was much more winded, but all of them were too caught up in what had just happened to notice.

“I-I can’t believe… we got away…” Sam coughed, sliding down against the wall he was slumped against; as he did so, he felt something pointy dig into the small of his back, making him yelp and quickly sit back up.

Ashe too straightened up, fanning himself with his hand and doing his best to calm his racing heart. “I’m so sorry, guys.” He apologized, his entire body beginning to shake now that the danger had passed and his adrenaline was wearing off. “Th-that was really dangerous… I-I shouldn’t have brought you here.”

“Wh-what are you apologizing for?” Sebastian shook his head and leaned forward to look at Ashe from around Sam. “We knew the risks from the start. It’s not like you twisted our arms into it; we came with because we were bored.”

“Still….” Ashe let out a long, heavy breath. “I guess I wouldn’t feel as bad if we’d managed to find anything more than a few chunks of silver.” He admitted. “It just feels like this was a big letdown.”

“Are you kidding?” Sam managed to laugh as he got some of the wind back in his lungs. “We got to explore a place we’d normally never go to, we got to see real life monsters, we found some silver, and we almost died! This was the most fun I’ve had in a long time.” For once, Sebastian agreed with his friend, nodding his head as Ashe looked between the two. “… Okay seriously, what the hell keeps poking me?!”

Finally fed up with the sharp jabbing pain in his back, Sam emphatically pushed the two off of him and twisted around to see just what it was. It took a few seconds before his brain registered what he saw, and when it did, his jaw practically hit the floor. “Uhhhh….”

“Whoa…”/ “Holy shit.” Ashe and Sebastian both uttered simultaneously, crowding around Sam as they looked upon a huge vein of jade; what had been poking Sam in the back was a chunk of the gemstone that jutted out from the rest. They had actually just hit paydirt by complete accident. When the revelation sank in, they all shared a long look, before they busted out laughing in disbelief.

They were still laughing and joking about their unreal luck when they finally returned to the front of the cave, hauling the sack filled with jade as it was too heavy to carry properly at that point; what was really the icing on the cake was the look that Percy gave them as they passed, as he had came out from the right path mere moments before them with a much smaller trove.

“Thanks for suggesting that we come with you today, Ashe.” Sebastian thanked, as they emerged out into the furnace that was the outside.

“Yeah, seriously. Thanks!” Sam agreed with the most ecstatic grin. “Man, even splitting what we got three ways, this is gonna be worth like five paychecks~ I’ll be able to get that AC for sure!”

Relieved that things had worked out, Ashe laughed happily. “I should be the one thanking you guys.” He insisted with a merry smile. “If you hadn’t come with, I wouldn’t have made out with much of anything today—”

“Ahem.”

The unmistakeable sound of a displeased mother clearing her throat killed the jovial mood in an instant; to the boys’ horror, Robin and Jodi were waiting for them, both wearing the kind of ‘you’re in so much trouble’ expression that struck fear into the hearts of even grown men. In all the excitement, the three of them had completely lost track of how long they had been in the mines.

“…. Well, it was nice knowing you two!” Ashe suddenly broke away from them, monkey-climbing up the hill to their left up to where Linus’ tent was pitched as he made his grand escape. “I’ll be sure to leave flowers on your graves!”

“ASHE, YOU LITTLE—GET BACK HERE AND SHARE IN THE MISERY!!!” Sam raged, as Sebastian just tugged a cigarette out from the pack in his pocket and lit it, already resigned to his fate. The haul was totally worth getting into trouble for, and if it weren’t for Ashe, they wouldn’t have had arguably the best time of their lives. So just this once, he could get away with it.  

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[pennywaltzy]

Neither Living Dead Nor Fully Living (5/15)

Halfway through the old chapters! Soon we’ll get to new stuff, I swear...

Neither Living Dead Nor Fully Living - When Sebastian Moran inherits a building, a business and a servant from James Moriarty, he tries to live as normal a life as he can. But when Molly Hooper does the unthinkable and falls in love with him, he finds himself fighting a battle he’d never imagined he’d be in.

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“She chose you.”

Seb looked up a few days later to see Holmes sitting on one of the barstools at the counter in front of him. He moved on the wind and yet again surprised Seb by how damn quietly he moved. “Your sister? Yeah.” He waited to see if he was corrected.

“So she told you,” Sherlock said with a nod.

“She said half-sister. I said sister. I see how you two are.” Sherlock, for the first time, gave him a faint smile. It didn’t suit on his face with the fangs being slightly visible, but it was better than a sneer or a look of annoyance. “Do you need her? She’s upstairs, saying I’m a slob.”

“Are you?”

“No. But she’s Brownie, it’s a thing. I have a spring cleaning up there every month, courtesy of Molly.”

“Actually, I wanted to speak to you. In private?” Sherlock said.

“Are you going to warn me against hurting her? Because I won’t.”

“I know because you’re her owner and if you were anything like the bastard, you’d have hurt her already. She’s happy. I want to ensure it stays that way, and if she won’t give you full details, I will.”

“No, Sherlock.” Both men turned to see Molly emerge behind Seb. “I’ll tell him. It’s gotten worse, hasn’t it?”

Sherlock nodded. “Our father is dying. There’s going to be a play made soon and my mother wants to ensure neither of us wants to make a claim so that her precious child can rule.”

“You mean so she can rule in his stead,” Molly said with a glare.

“I take it neither of you has fond feelings towards her?” Seb asked.

“Best spoken about in private. Your cafe has ears. Upstairs...not so much,” Sherlock said.

“I made sure of it,” Molly added. She reached over for Seb’s hand and the two of them headed up the stairs once Seb got someone else to cover the counter, with Sherlock following them. Once they were upstairs, Molly and Seb sat on his bed and Sherlock pulled over a chair from the table. “I suppose we should start from the beginning?”

“What does he know?” Sherlock asked.

“That I’m a half-Brownie bastard princess, we’re related…that’s about the minimum.” She let go of Seb’s hand and wrapped her arms around her knees, which she pulled up to her chest. “Sherlock and I have never been entirely sure our half-brother is related to me.”

It took Seb a moment to realize what she meant. “So she had affairs too.”

“And not in our court, from rumours I’ve heard,” Sherlock said. “We’re considered Seelie Court; she had dalliances with our enemies in the Unseelie Court. Molly and I are looked down upon for having been turned, but both of us are looked at, by some members of the Seelie Court, as being more suited for the throne than our brother. He is young and impressionable and seems to be kind, but my mother would rule in his stead for a time and bend and mold him to her ways. And we think it won’t be good.”

“I personally am quite happy with my life here,” Molly said. “Once ownership is given the only thing that can break it is death. I can have ownership passed from one person to another, and only when my current owner dies I’m free. So that doesn’t really make me a good ruler since even though you’re benevolent, you’re still human and looked down upon by most of our kind.”

“Especially considering your association with the bastard,” Sherlock added.

Molly nodded. “Sherlock has made no formal claim for the throne, but he has support not only of most of the advisors but our father as well. It just matters what happens before he dies.”

“If my mother can stage a coup then the entire Seelie Court is in danger. So I’m having to step away from my role as Molly’s protector and keep her safe from afar. We need you to do more of the heavy lifting, so to speak.” Sherlock leaned back. “But the danger is far greater because even though most assume I’ll make a claim for the throne, technically, Molly can too if you die. That puts you in danger, especially since she’s chosen you as her mate.”

Molly reached over with one hand and held Seb’s. “I’ll take care of as much as we can and call in favours for what I can’t, but we need to be careful.”

“We will,” Seb said, pulling her hand up to kiss it softly. He then turned to Sherlock. “I’ll do what I can.”

“Alright,” Sherlock said with a nod. “I need to go back Underhill, but I’ll keep you both informed of how our father is doing and when you should prepare for a final visit.”

“Is that a good idea?” Seb asked.

“I want to say good-bye,” Molly said.

“We’ll figure something out, then.” He squeezed her hand and looked up to see Sherlock had left just as silently as he had arrived. “You know, I hate it when he does that.”

“He does it specifically to piss you off,” Molly said, giving him a tiny smile.

He moved closer and put an arm around her shoulder after letting go of her hand and she leaned into him. “Let’s just stay up here till the night crowd comes in. I think we need to make plans.”

“And cuddle?”

He pressed a kiss into her head. “That too, my little cat.” He shut his eyes. “That too...”

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[tshollandlove]

Piece By Piece {1}

Pairings: Tom Holland x Single Parent!OC, Chris Evans x Sibling!OC

Word Count: 1379

Warnings: N/A

Synopsis: Twenty-year-old Madi Evans has decided she's had enough with dating. The only thing  good to ever come out of it was her three-year-old, Christopher Clayton 'Clay' Evans. Madi's older brother, Chris Evans, very much disagrees, not wanting his sister to go on without a lover, and not wanting his nephew to go on without a father. But will Madi's perspective change when a certain Brit becomes one of Chris' cast mates?

A/N: I would greatly appreciate any feedback! If you would like to be tagged just comment or send in an ask! Thanks lovelies. 

“So, I was thinking-”

“Oh no, that never means anything good with you.” Madi teases her older brother, Christopher as a smile dances across her lips.

“Okay, I’m going to ignore the rude interruption and continue. I was thinking that maybe you should get back in the game. You know, it has been three years.” Madi looks to Chris, knowing he is right, but far too nervous to admit it. “I can even help you! Who better to help you find a man good enough for you than Captain America himself?”

Madi laughs at Chris’ pose, the older of the two flexing his arms as he wears a smirk.

“How many times do we need to address the fact that you aren’t actually Steve Rogers? Besides, what suddenly brings this up? I don’t think it’s normal for men in their thirties to feel the need to play matchmaker for their twenty-year-old sister. Especially when they are waiting to pick-up her son from her horrid ex.”

“I’m glad that you mentioned who we are currently waiting for, speaking of that douche, where is he?” Madi scolds Chris for his language, thankful that Clayton, her three-year-old was not in the car.

“Get that all out of your system now, I really don’t need mom to hear her youngest grandchild say douche. I don’t know where Jake is, but please try to refrain from calling him rude things, he is still Clay’s father.” Chris looks at Madi in annoyance, not with her but rather the 'training’ that Jack has put her through.

“You don’t need to defend him, you know? Not to me, not to anyone. He deserves to rot in hell for what he did to you. Why do you let Clay spend time with him,” Before Chris can continue Madi raises her voice, cutting him off.

“Enough! Christopher, enough. Jake just pulled up so I’d really appreciate it if you could use those so called great acting skills of yours and put a smile on your face. Maybe it’ll actually help you win one of your nominations for once.” Madi finishes her rant as she unbuckles her seatbelt, not daring to look her eldest brother in the eyes. She unlocks the door of the car which sits in the back parking lot of the Target, ready to exit as her ex parks.

Madi steps out, straightening her shirt as Jake unbuckles 'their’ son from his booster, Clayton not yet old enough to do it himself. The young boy then jumps out of the car and runs into his mother’s arms as if he had not seen her for weeks, despite it only being a mere six hours in reality.

“Oh hello, my love. I missed you so much, did you have a good time with daddy?” Madi questions her son as she runs her fingers through his brunette hair, something he took after his mother.

“Yeah, Jake has no toys wike Uncle Chris though. I don’t wanna go back again, can’t I just stay with you always like before?” Madi holds back the tears at hearing her son’s request, wanting nothing more than to spend every moment of every day with him. She puts on a smile however as she rubs her son’s arms.

“I know darling, I know. How about you go around to Uncle Chris’ side of the car and have him help you get in, huh? Then you two can decide what Disney movie we’ll watch tonight. Does that sound like a plan?” Clayton vigorously nods his head at the suggestion, running around to his Uncle’s door as fast as his little legs could take him. Once Clayton was out of ear shot Madi turned to the twenty-five-year old, disgusted with the smirk on his face.

“So, same time next week then?” The woman asked Jake, wanting to still give him a chance with Clayton, despite her family’s strong disagreement.

“Yeah, about that. I don’t think this is gonna work. I mean the kid is great but… it’s not him, it’s me.” The mother’s eyes widened, not even able to believe what she was hearing. Her arms crossed, which upon seeing through the car window, Chris immediately knew was not good.

“What did you just say? 'It’s not him, it’s you?’ This isn’t some random chick you picked up off the side of the road, Jake! This is our child! Well, my child, if we’re being frank. You suddenly appeared back in my life two months ago and say you want to be a father? You know what, screw you.” Her voice never raising, scared for her son to hear her words, she finishes her rant. Only to end with a hard slap to Jake’s cheek. Upon this contact Chris jumped out of the driver’s seat and ran around to his sister, holding her steady.

“Okay, we’re leaving. Now. Get in the car Madi, I need to have a discussion here with Jake.” Too frustrated and let down to argue with her brother, Madi made her way back to the car. After closing the door, she leaned back against the headrest, exhausted from letting out her feelings that had been bottled up for so long. A few seconds after closing her eyes, Madi was distracted by the quiet sobs of her son.

“Christopher Clayton Evans, why on Earth are you crying? Oh, come here to Mama.” Madi quickly climbed over the center consul and back to her son, nothing mattering more to her than comforting her child.

“Were you yelling cause of me, Mommy?” Madi’s heart shattered upon hearing her son’s question, upset that he heard her yells, and saddened that he thought they could be because of him.

“No, baby, no, Mommy was not yelling because of you. I probably shouldn’t have been yelling at all, but don’t you think for a second that it was because of you. The only time I will ever yell because of you, is because I’m defending you, like how Dodger barks if he thinks you’re in trouble. Okay?”

“Okay Mommy, I’m sorry for crying. Can we go home now?” Madi painfully smiled at her son’s apology before looking out the window only to see her brother throw a punch at Jake, knocking him to the ground.

“Don’t apologize baby, it’s okay. Yes we can go home, just let me go stop your Uncle from killing someone.” The young woman hopped out of the car, making sure to close the door as to prevent her son from hearing.

“Christopher Robert Evans! Do not make me regret naming my son after you.” Chris turned around after hearing the yells of his younger sister, dropping the collar of the douche that knocked up his sister at seventeen. Seeing her death glare, Chris turned and walked back to his car, but not before kicking Jake once more in the stomach.

After a successful Disney movie night of watching Finding Nemo, Madi picked up her sleeping three-year-old from the couch to take him to bed. After taking him upstairs to his room and tucking him in, she returned to the top of the stairs to bid her brother an early goodnight.

“It’s only eight o'clock, are you really going to bed, sis?” Chris questioned his younger sister that doubled as his housemate.

“Yeah, it’s been a stressful day, so I think I’m just gonna take a bath, then lay in bed and read a good book until I fall asleep. It’s been far too long since I did that.” Madi gave her brother a reassuring smile, the younger of the two having been able to sense his concern.

“Okay, I’m going I call over some of my buddies then to hang out, if that’s okay with you. We’ll chill outside as to not be disturbing.” The woman smiled at her brother’s kindness, the man always considering his sister and nephew before making a decision.

“Of course, it’s your house as well. Who all are you thinking of inviting?”

“Just a few guys, probably RDJ, Mackie, Seb, Renner, Mark, and Tom.”

“Oh, Hiddleston! I love that man, always so witty.”

“No, not that Tom.”

“Oh, there’s another Tom? Since when?”

“Guess I didn’t tell you, we found Spidey!”

“Cool! So, Tom who?”

“Holland. Tom Holland.”

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The One with the Nemesis || Seblaine

Date: March 11th, 2017

Location: Grand Central Station and Seblaine’s Appartment. 

Who: Blaine Anderson & Sebastian Smythe

Notes: Blaine is fighting Doctor Light out in public. Seb arrives and steals the spotlight, capturing Doctor Light once and for all. The general public recognize Seb as a new and better hero, dubbing him “The Flash”.

nem·e·sis ˈ/neməsəs/ noun

1. the inescapable agent of someone's or something's downfall. "the balance beam was the team's nemesis, as two gymnasts fell from the apparatus" synonyms: archrival, adversary, foe, opponent, arch enemy "they were beaten in the final by their nemesis" 2. a long-standing rival; an archenemy. "will Harry Potter finally defeat his nemesis, Voldemort?"

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Sebastian Smythe:

Life had for the most part gone back to normal after Sebastian went to the doctor’s. As expected, they didn’t know the cause for his seizure and after being subjected to a series of neurological and physical tests, it seemed Sebastian was as healthy as a horse. The doctor noted that although Sebastian still had the same irregular and fast heartbeat after being struck by lightning, there were no indications that Sebastian should suffer another episode. If he had another for no reason, they would prescribe him with anticonvulsants to keep him adjusted. They recommended that Sebastian get an ample amount of sleep and to do various exercises to reduce his stress levels to decrease any and all risk for another episode. Sebastian rolled his eyes at the know-nothings at the clinic, knowing full and well that his high pulse and blood pressure were both simply a side effect of his abilities. He never expected the doctor to give him any real answers. Luckily, Sebastian was able to get in touch with Professor Garrick and after supplying the man with a blood sample, he hoped he would hear back soon to get a little insight on his sudden episode.

In the meantime, Sebastian went about his life at a slightly slower pace than before-- at least when he was in his civilian clothes. On a particularly slow evening, Sebastian lazed on the living room couch, flipping through the channels while eating two entire pizzas himself. He would get rid of the evidence before Blaine was expected to come home so he could suggest going out for a late night snack. It seemed that Blaine had many night classes and sometimes even stayed late in order to study, which caused some slight boredom in Sebastian’s nightlife. He had next to no desire to go out without Blaine with the exception of when he was the speedster.

Sebastian had just finished off the second pizza when a breaking news story interrupted the regular program playing on the television. “This just in, Nightbird and supervillain criminal ‘Doctor Light’ stand off in the middle of Grand Central Station. Civilians have been evacuated while the two super-powered beings face off against one another…” Sebastian dashed off in the direction of the train station before the report was even finished. He would arrive fully dressed in his speedster costume but would wait before making a grand entrance, wanting to scope out the situation before diving in head first. He had never encountered this so-called Doctor Light before and wanted to look for any possible blind spots of weaknesses Nightbird’s foe might possess. Messing around with a supervillain was a bit of a bigger task than rounding up a group of bank robbers.

Blaine Anderson:

Ever since Sebastian had his seizure, Blaine kept a close eye on him, only leaving his side when absolutely necessary. He didn't think it was very wise to be out Nightbird-ing it up in the city while his mind was preoccupied with concern for Sebastian, but Santana and Sam were both adamant about him not letting the city down because Sebastian was most likely just fine.  Between them being in his left ear and Sebastian being in his right, insisting he was perfectly fine-- especially after having been to the doctor for the all clear-- and that he should go out to his classes every night, Blaine couldn't very well argue.

He did his best to stay focused when he wore his cape and left the worry for when he was just Blaine. It did feel good to take some of his built-up aggression and frustration out on the bad guys of the city, however. When Blaine got the call from Sam that his archnemesis, Doctor Light, was causing a stir at Grand Central Station, he was actually pretty excited because it had been a while since he’d had an encounter with the villain and he was more than ready for this to be the time he finally caught her and put her away. Even Sam sent him an encouraging text before he came face-to-face with the evil woman. This is it, man. You got her.

When Nightbird arrived at the scene he was pleased to see that most of the civilians had gotten away as Light began her rampage and so he only had a few there in the line of danger, even though for him that was a few too many. Blaine had come prepared for whatever the woman had to throw at him, having his special mask securely resting on his face to help him see through whatever lighting she threw at him. He did well to get the rest of the people out of the train station with the help of the police and his upgraded light-deflecting cape, before the standoff between the mutant and the metahuman really began. Nightbird’s face sported a smug smile as he got closer to Doctor Light than he ever had been able to before, her powers being darkened by his special mask; he could tell it threw her off her game slightly and she had to think fast what to do next.

“I see your nerds armoured you up with some special toys, hm?” Her voice echoed off the shiny floors, an evil curl to her questioning tone. “This’ll be fun.”

His cocky smile only grew as his feet left the ground and he levitated halfway between the floor and the ceiling, looking down at her, his cape flowing majestically behind him. “Bring it, Light.”

Nightbird’s challenging words were all that were needed to begin their battle, Doctor Light mustered up all of the power she could manage at that moment and thrust it towards him and he took off, only having to squint due to the brightness of the lights bouncing off of the nearest surface and back up towards him. He dodged it at just the right moment and it went straight up to hit the light above, causing a short in the electrical wiring and making most of the lights in the building go out-- giving Nightbird more of an advantage. Nightbird managed to miss every ray of light the villain threw at him, making his way closer to her, figuring out the best plan of a attack in his mind. Her next ray of light came directly at him and he whipped his cape around to block it, causing it to ricochet off of the special material, hitting her leg. She cried out in surprise and pain, almost losing her balance. He felt very confident; he just knew this was it.

This going to be the night that Nightbird finally defeated Doctor Light after years of trying.

It even crossed his mind that this would be the perfect opportunity for a Nightbird interview with Sebastian. The perfect story for him to sell to the paper and move on up in the journalist food-chain.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian had managed to make it through the barricade of police officers waiting on standby in the event Nightbird had needed help. It seemed to Sebastian that the city’s police force had trust in Nightbird’s efficiency and capabilities. Sebastian knew that the superhero was more than capable of taking any trouble down but it didn’t stop him from wanting to intervene. He watched from the sidelines as the infamous Doctor Light shot what appeared to be a beam of light from the palm of her hand, only for it to bounce off of Nightbird’s special cape. Sebastian noted that the superhero was wearing a brand new mask that he hadn’t seen before, and he wondered its purpose. He observed the two fighting back and forth for a moment, realizing Nightbird was at a slight disadvantage since he didn’t possess any long-range offensive abilities. When the hero deflected an energy blast back at Light, Sebastian thought it a pretty clever way to strike back.

“Hey, I want to play!” Sebastian called out, distracting both the hero and villain. With a sprint, Sebastian ran down to the middle of the battlefield at full speed before bull-rushing Doctor Light to the ground. He utilized his super-speed to scramble back to his feet, facing his favorite superhero. “Hey, Birdie. Heard about this little brawl and thought it could be fun!” Sebastian grinned at the other, running over to his side of the lobby as they both watched Light pick herself up. “Is this why you’re wearing the mask? So she doesn’t blind you or something?” He asked, showing Nightbird one of the gauntlets he’d swiped from Light when he’d tackled her. Quickly slipping it on, he observed the way it looked on his hand before he accidentally shot a blast of energy in the general direction of a group of police officers. “Oh, shit!” Sebastian exclaimed as the police ducked for cover, the energy blast luckily hitting a nearby pillar instead.

“You idiot,” Doctor Light called out, pointing her gloved hand in the direction of the two masked men and shooting another light blast. Before Nightbird even had a chance to react, Sebastian pulled him out of harm’s way.

Sebastian threw the gauntlet to the ground, wanting nothing more to do with it since he couldn’t properly use it to his advantage. “M-Maybe I could do the thing with my arms and create a wind tunnel?” He suggested, very clearly a novice when it came to fighting other super-powered beings. Though initially his intention hadn’t been to help Nightbird, Sebastian had made himself Light’s target so he needed to act quickly.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine was already thinking of ways that he, Sam, and Santana would celebrate his victory against Doctor Light when he heard that familiar voice ringing through the empty station. He groaned outwardly and rolled his eyes. Before he could even say anything else, he watched his perfectly imagined victory go up in flames with the red streak’s lightning as he plowed right into Doctor Light. When Red came to his side, as Light attempted to get to her feet, Nightbird planted his own feet on the ground. “Hey!” Nightbird scolded the speedster when the beam from Light’s gauntlets flashed across the room. He tried to grab at it but before he knew it he was being picked up by the the taller and rushed to safety from Light’s shot. “Yes, my eyes are sensitive to light. I work better in the dark and at night-- Nightbird.” He explained.

The moment that the speedster loosened his grip on Nightbird, the shorter jumped from his feet to levitate off the ground, his eyes shooting toward the unattended gauntlet on the floor. “Listen, Red,” He tried his best to grab the gauntlet before Light could get to it but unfortunately he wasn’t fast enough. “That’s why newbies shouldn’t play with evil villain’s toys.” His voice echoed through the train station as he flew back slightly, his brow furrowing as he shook his head. Doctor Light seemed to still be focused on Nightbird rather than the streak as she shot more beams in his direction, one of them clipping the corner of his cape, singeing it ever so slightly.

The women chuckled evilly, looking at the speedster with a smile. “Hey, thanks, Speedy. Seems you really get under Birdie’s skin. Keep distracting him; it’ll make killing him easier.” She growled lowly before gathering a big ball of light in her hands and throwing it hard towards Nightbird who was quick enough to escape, flying fast to land in front of her to engage in a struggle that showed off his intense martial arts skills, flashes of light shooting every which way as Light avoided any attack Nightbird threw at her- blocking each punch with a grunt. “What arm thing? How is a wind funnel supposed to help?” He hollered over his shoulder, mentally kicking himself for letting Red get to him, making him lose focus just enough for light to get a good punch in right for his jaw, the shorter groaning, frustrated.

Sebastian Smythe:

Though Sebastian didn’t consider himself a hero, he definitely didn’t want to see his favorite superhero dead at the hands of his greatest foe. Keeping quiet when he learned Nightbird’s weakness, Sebastian watched as the two engaged in intense hand-to-hand combat. It seemed Nightbird had the upperhand until he was distracted by their conversation; Light took her opportunity and socked the hero square in the jaw, knocking him back. Realizing he needed to step in, Sebastian began running in a circle around the two of them. He ran fast enough that he was only a blur, leaving streaks of lightning behind him as he increased his velocity.

Running quicker and quicker, the wind around them began to speed up until Sebastian had created enough electricity for what he was about to do next. As he stopped running, all of the electricity he’d just generated accumulated in his body and jumping in the air, he swung his arm and whipped a bolt of lightning straight for Doctor Light. Stray bolts of lightning recklessly pulsed throughout the lobby, causing the police officers to shrink back in fear. Sebastian’s speed went unmatched and the villain took the full force of the attack as her body tumbled across the floor. Sebastian stopped and was mildly surprised that his little trick worked, fist-bumping the air and cheering. “Fuck yeah, did you see that, Birds?!” He dashed over to where Light was struggling to get to her feet, kicking her while she was down.

Sebastian made quick work to disarm Doctor Light, this time leaving his foe without any weapons. “Does she still count as a supervillain if she’s getting her powers from her suit?” He mused aloud, dashing over to where Nightbird stood, dumbstruck. It was obvious that should Sebastian decide so, he could pose to be a very real threat to the superhero. He laughed at how easily he was able to defeat Light when Nightbird couldn’t, running circles around him before pulling his cape over his head. He laughed again at how silly the hero looked, clicking his tongue. “Too slow, Nightbird.” The speedster teased, “And here I thought tonight was going to be a bit more fun.”

The police surrounded Doctor Light now that she was powerless against them, handcuffing her while a few officers approached the two bickering heroes. “You, you saved us,” the officer spoke to Sebastian, seemingly grateful. Before Sebastian could interject or correct the man-- that he wasn’t a hero but was just there to fuck around-- the chief of police approached to speak to him. “A hero needs a name-- what do they call you?”

Sebastian glanced over at Nightbird, hoping to get some help but with the officers looking on expectantly, he knew he had to say something. “They call me the Flash,” he told them, deciding to use the namesake of his mentor. He was nothing like what Professor Garrick described himself back in his glory days but if he was going to be running around in a costume, he needed a name.

“Are you an ally of Nightbird’s?” The police chief asked, which caused Flash to laugh.

“No way. I’m better than him. A lot faster, too.” He replied cheekily, liking the attention and the recognition that he was now on the same level as New York City’s favorite hero. “Better watch your back, Birdie. Looks like there’s a new head honcho in town.”

Blaine Anderson:

Everything happened so fast that it made Nightbird's head spin. Everything he had worked so hard towards, the flawless planning he and his team had done, the impending celebration of Doctor Light's capture he had been envisioning.  All of it ripped right out from under him before he could even blink. He looked like an idiot just standing by while the speedster raced around him. It almost looked like it was happening in slow motion around him as Red took out his one and only nemesis. A battle he had been fighting for six years, his battle, had just been won by someone else.  "Y-yeah, I saw it." Was all he could manage to say before the speedster was at his side again, pestering him.

When everything went dark because the taller had flipped his own cape over his head, Nightbird felt a rage that matched the color of the speedster's suit bubbling up in his chest. "Hey-- would you… Ugh!" He groaned as he pushed his cape off of his head, adjusting his suit. “I can’t believe you just--” He was fully ready to chew out the masked speedster, pointing his finger at him and taking a step closer when the police approached them to praise Red. Nightbird watched with his mouth agape as he watched what was unfolding in front of him. Crossing his arms, he shook his head when the other looked at him for name help, biting his tongue as to not spit out something like Nemesis Stealer-- because that was immature and not even close to clever.

The Flash.

Not only was he a nemesis stealer but he was a name stealer. Nightbird wondered how Professor Garrick would appreciate some bratty, new non-hero running around with his alias. His forehead wrinkled in almost disgust as the police asked if they were working together. “No.” He answered at the same time that Flash did, shaking his head with his arms crossed. He was aware that he looked as if he were a child, his chest and cheeks puffy, pouting-- But he had good right to be.

Nightbird had had all he could stand of watching Red-- he refused to call him The Flash-- take all of the glory for taking down his villain. He politely thanked the officers for their help and then made his exit from the train station, flying up to the roof to get some air, sucking in a deep breath of the chilled air as the snow danced to the ground around him. He had been so excited about finally catching Light at the beginning of the night and now he just felt like a failure. When he realized he had been followed he rolled his eyes, growling as he turned around. “What? What do you want from me, huh? Haven't you done more than enough?” Nightbird asked, frustrated as he looked at the speedster, his breath coming out in visible puffs of air.

“Listen, Red, I don't know who you think you are but this is my territory. My city. You can't just come up in here like you own the place and throw around your reckless behavior and take other people’s territory!” Nightbird was visibly upset, his cheeks were a slight shade of red as a deep wrinkle took its place in his forehead and he pointed angrily at the ground. “Do you even realize how fucking long I have been working to capture Doctor Light?” Blaine shocked himself at his choice of words, he dropped an F-bomb so rarely that he shocked himself every time he did. He got even closer to the taller, looking up at him with his eyes squinted, his voice low and gruff. “No, no you don't know. Because you haven't been here long enough to know.”

Nightbird ran his gloved hands over his head, balling them into fists when they dropped to his sides again. He was so done with the man in front of him. He was so angry and frustrated. He just wanted to get home to Sebastian. “Six years of my team and I working to catch her and the day I was going to, you steal it.” He leaned in a little closer. “I'm not the one who needs to watch their back, Red.” Nightbird’s tone was non-playing.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian could see that he had successfully managed to get on the hero’s nerves. With the police congratulating him for the capture of Doctor Light, Nightbird’s longtime nemesis, it seemed that the Flash would be recognized throughout the city soon enough. Watching as Nightbird made his exit, Flash was hot on his tail and they both made their way to the roof. As soon as he stopped running, the frigid cold wrapped around him and Sebastian could feel it down to his bones. It was cold when Sebastian left the apartment but now a flurry of snow had started up. He began vibrating his body rapidly to mask his identity further and he was grateful doing so warmed his body up as well. Without anyone else around, the two could finally have a private discussion.

As Nightbird yelled and ranted on and on about how angry he was, Flash simply folded his arms over his chest and chuckled. He supposed even the coolest of superheroes lost their shit every once in awhile. With Nightbird getting in his face and expressing his disdain for him, the Flash was beginning to become less amused and a little more than just irritated with the so-called hero. “My name is Flash, and you better learn it because from here on out you'll be hearing it a lot more.” He stepped closer to Nightbird and shoved him back. “I'm sorry you were too slow and incapable of catching a bad guy after years of chasing her; I caught her in less than twenty minutes so I guess it's obvious who the better one is here.”

Flash uncrossed his arms and held them open, as if challenging Nightbird. “I'm sick of heroes like you pretending like you're the best thing about this city. You use your powers for good like you're so selfless. Well, my powers aren't going to be used for that!” Flash yelled at the hero, calling him out. “You act like you're hot shit but I see you; you do this little dance-- saving people and catching bad guys-- all for the attention.” Maybe it wasn't the truth but he knew saying so would get under Nightbird’s skin. The Flash chuckled to himself. “Well, now it's my turn. I'm the one with superpowers now and I'm going to do whatever the fuck I want-- just like you.”

Sebastian wasn't thinking straight at the point anymore, blinded by his irritation for Nightbird and how the hero he looked up to months ago was exactly person he had always expected-- morally good with a heart of gold. It seemed Nightbird only disliked him because he was a threat. He hated that a person could be so good when he himself wasn't. Sebastian was never the type of person that would defend the helpless or put himself in danger for others. Maybe Sebastian was destined to be a bad guy after all. Dashing towards Nightbird at an inhuman speed, he threw a punch he knew the other wasn't expecting. The force of the impact sent Nightbird hurling back-- Flash didn't have super-strength but his speed and momentum sure made it felt like he had strength on his side.

“Get up, Big Bird! I wanna kick your ass once and for all!”

Blaine Anderson:

Nightbird watched the speedster through narrowed eyes as he spoke to him, raising his eyebrows and his hands up when he was shoved backwards. His blood pressure was getting higher and higher the longer he was in front of the Flash. A condescending chuckle fell from his lips when the speedster repeated his name, shaking his head. “You haven’t called me by the right name once since you sped into town. And also- I only know of one Flash and you, sir, are nothing like him.” He said, placing his hands on the taller’s chest to shove him back.    

"Catching her that quickly doesn't make you better. It makes you reckless and you put everyone in danger with your actions-- you almost hit those innocent people with her light beams because you don't know what you're doing!" He shook his head,  his arms waving about for emphasis, the volume of his voice matching that of the Flash's. "I don't act like anything. I use my abilities to help people; I don't do it for the attention. I have trained almost my entire life for what I do and I know how these meta-humans and mutants work. I have trained professionals on my team and we know the smart way to do things and that isn't just running around like an imbecile with absolutely no clue."

Before Nightbird knew it he was sitting on the hard rooftop and there was shooting pain in the jaw that Light had already injured. He had never been hit in the face so many times in one fight and he was done getting hit. Quickly moving to his feet he took a defensive stance, looking at the speedster, shaking his head. "You really want to do this, Speedy? You may be fast, but that is literally all you have going for you."

He took a charge towards the taller, grabbing his shoulder and pulling his arm back as if he were to hit him to fake him out, and while the Flash was distracted he kicked the other's own legs out from under him-- moving quicker than the average human with his moves-- exerting little to no effort. Nightbird was more than comfortable with his moves, he knew all of them like the back of his hand. He took a small leap to levitate just a couple feet above. "I'm only going easy on you because you're the new kid. You can let me know at any point when you want to give this up." He crossed his arms, looking down at the Flash, bored. "I really don't have the time for this, anyway."

Sebastian Smythe:

Flash had been on guard after goading Nightbird on, eager to take his frustrations out on the do-gooder. Though he wasn’t trained in hand-to-hand combat quite like Nightbird, he was certain his speed would give him the upper hand. He foolishly allowed Nightbird to charge at him, waiting to be punched and preparing himself to retaliate. With his speed he could perceive Nightbird’s motions before they happened, watching as the hero reared back his fist. Just as Flash put up his arm to guard, his legs were swept up from under him and he fell onto his back. With a slight chuckle, Sebastian pushed himself up to look at the hero hovering over him. Utilizing his super speed, he dashed further away to create some distance between them. He knew for a fact that Nightbird wasn’t very useful at a long distance.

“Your moves are good, Nightbird,” Sebastian yelled from a distance, complimenting the hero. “I’ll admit I’m a newbie but I know my mentor, the previous Flash, is more than willing to train me to be better than you.” The Flash said so confidently, as if it was only a matter of time until he came out on top. He never had a need to train his abilities, only needing basic training on getting his powers under control. Garrick had offered to teach him a few tricks but Sebastian never thought the need was necessary… until now.

Winding his arm up, he created a wind vortex in Nightbird’s direction. Even with his flight abilities, Flash knew a strong gust of wind would get the man off his balance at least for a moment. As it took Nightbird a moment to steady himself, Flash began running in a circle to generate power for his lightning trick. If it had worked on Doctor Light, surely it would work on the hero as well. The electricity surged around him as when he finally stopped to leap into the air, all of the momentum built up inside of him and created a surge of electricity that he hurled in Nightbird’s direction. Sebastian knew from watching the hero’s previous battles that he was somewhat more durable than the average man, always figuring it was one of the hero’s many abilities. Surely a bolt of lightning would only vaguely hurt him.

Blaine Anderson:

Nightbird had to admit he was impressed by the way the speedster bounced back so quickly, giving credit where credit was due in this particular situation. He raised his eyebrows as the other ran back a little to put more space between them, noting that the Flash was smart enough and quick enough to observe that he was safer at a distance from the caped crusader. He gave him points for that as well even though his blood was still boiling. Raising his eyebrows, he was a little shocked to hear that the taller’s mentor was none other than Jay Garrick. “I’m certain that Professor Garrick would not be too happy to hear how you are abusing your gift, Red.” His tone was threatening in a I’m gonna tell on you, eight year old type of way.

He carefully watched as Flash attempted some kind of wind vortex with his arms, it only causing him to lose his balance ever so slightly, but once he got a feel for the intensity of the vortex he was able to balance himself in it very well. Nightbird crossed his arms, letting out a chuckle as he shook his head, narrowing his eyes as he continued to assess the situation, recognizing the same actions he had taken to defeat Doctor Light and Nightbird knew just the way to attempt to divert the lightning that he was about to be faced with.

Nightbird braced himself for the incoming electricity that was hurtling his way at super speed, calculating in his head the right time to move before he grasped his cape tightly in his right hand, swinging it around quickly just as the lightning came in contact with the fabric.  Almost as if in slow motion- the electricity bounced right off of Nightbird’s cape and flew back to hit the speedster and knocked him right back down. Once the Flash was down, Nightbird lowered himself to place his feet on the rooftop, getting closer to the other, looking down at him. “Now, I am leaving. Because I don’t have the time for this. I suggest you straighten up unless you want to be on my list, Red.”  His voice was deep, gruff, he wanted the speedster to know that he wasn’t playing around.

Sebastian Smythe:

It was one thing for Nightbird to know of the previous Flash, but to know him by name? It raised some flags and at the next opportunity, he would grill Professor Garrick on Nightbird’s persona, abilities, and flaws. The hero very clearly was familiar with Garrick to the point that he had an inkling Garrick knew more about Nightbird than the average person. “Who do you think hooked me up with the kickass costume?! Garrick’s the one who taught me everything that I know!”

When the lightning bolt was sent back to him at the same top-speed he’d sent it hurling towards Bird Boy, Flash had no time to react and absorbed the full force of his own attack. He tumbled backwards, his body skidding against the rooftop and fallen snow bunched around him. He had healing abilities but it didn’t stop him from hurting. Groaning as he slowly picked himself up and dusted the snow from his shoulders, he could feel a trickle running down his upper lip and down his chin. “Fuck you,” Sebastian growled at the hero as he carefully stood up, clearly dazed. He wiped the blood from his nose, the red smearing against his face. He knew he looked pathetic-- losing so badly to some stupid superhero. He staggered as he regained his balance, glaring Nightbird down. He hadn’t been prepared to take that last blow. “You’re going to regret this, Birdie; I guarantee it.”

With that, Flash retreated, running away from the scene to get to safety. At the speed he ran he knew that even if Nightbird wanted to, he couldn’t be followed. He couldn’t go home yet, knowing that from his current condition it would raise some suspicions with Blaine. He decided to stop at his mentor’s lab to recuperate and get some answers. Halfway to his destination, he stopped as a bout of dizziness overwhelmed him. In addition to asking Garrick about Nightbird, he hoped that the professor could provide some insights as to his recent episode and now moments of dizziness. He hoped to himself that his condition wasn’t worsening.

Blaine Anderson:

Nightbird had a smug look on his face when Red swore at him, but his smile faltered slightly when he noticed the dark red dripping from his nose. He didn’t think ricocheting the bolt of lightning back at the speedster would inflict much damage if at all. The Flash’s words didn’t phase the superhero, remaining his ground and he crossed his arms over his chest. Once the speedster ran away, Nightbird knew he had gotten his message across. Nightbird placed his hands on his hips and sighed heavily, exasperated by how much time he had wasted by talking and fighting the Flash. At least Doctor Light would now be behind bars and it was one less villain for him to worry about.

He felt a little bad about possibly really injuring the speedster, not wanting to hurt him no matter how angry he made him. He was just the new kid and he wanted to put him in his place. Nightbird took an alternate route to Santana and Sam’s place, changing into his regular clothes there and checking with them, giving them the lowdown on everything that had happened. They shared disappointed and angry sentiments and he let them know the things he’d learned about the speedster so they could keep an eye on him. He also let them know that he was apparently training with Professor Garrick-- someone not too far out of their inner circle, telling them he thought about asking his mom for information if they needed. After he was finished and said his goodbyes he began to make his way home, walking home since it was only a few blocks away.

On his way home he decided to stop at the closest Shake Shack to pick up food for himself and Sebastian; he was famished after his exchange with The Flash and he figured that Sebastian would be hungry because he was always hungry. Picking up a couple orders of their favorites and two shakes for each- figuring the worst case scenario would be that they had leftovers, he headed home. Still bothered by The Flash and how everyone and their brother would be talking about the way that Red took out Doctor Light- he certainly wasn’t ready for that. Blaine dug in his pocket for his keys once he reached his and Sebastian’s front door, opening it up and kicking off his shoes once he was inside, snowflakes falling to the floor and melting into a small puddle. “Honey, I’m home.” He called with a soft smile, knowing that the only thing that would make him feel better was seeing his boyfriend and just pigging out with him.

Sebastian Smythe:

When Sebastian arrived at Professor Garrick’s lab, he was surprised to see someone new there. A doctor and scientist by the name Snow was brought in to give Garrick a second opinion on Sebastian’s blood samples and brain scans. Having dealt with meta-humans and mutants before, she swore secrecy to Sebastian’s identity as the Flash. “You can’t be running off pestering superheroes or attempting to fight crime when your condition is unstable. What would you do if you had another seizure as the Flash? You’d blow your cover and consequently Professor Garrick’s!” She scolded him, to which he responded by rolling his eyes. He hated being lectured.

“Though I’m glad you’ve decided to wear the costume I designed and use the ‘Flash’ name, I’d prefer you put your safety first before going out recklessly like that again.” Garrick added. “Until Doctor Snow and I can figure out exactly what’s happening to you, I’d recommend taking a break from speedster shenanigans. Plus, you still have a lot to learn, Sebastian.”

Sebastian left Garrick’s laboratory with zero answers, the retired hero insisting that secret identities remain secret until necessary. He was told that if Nightbird wanted to reveal his identity then he would do so at his own accord. With no new information regarding Nightbird or his strange condition, tonight had been one big, utter failure. Rushing home, he was grateful to see that Blaine hadn’t come back from his classes just yet. He took the opportunity to freshen up, cleaning the blood from his face. Though his nosebleed had stopped, it was a slight concern that it had even occurred in the first place. He stared at himself in the bathroom mirror, determined to improve his abilities in spite of the obstacles ahead.

His ears perked up at the sound of the front door opening, Blaine’s voice washing away his negative emotions. “Hey, you,” he greeted as he exited the bathroom and approached his boyfriend. “You’re a sight for sore eyes; I feel like I haven’t seen you all day today,” he commented, pressing a quick kiss to Blaine’s lips. “It’s been a long night here and-- is that Shake Shack I see?” The aroma of burgers and fries distracted him, his stomach growling when Sebastian eyed the paper bags in Blaine’s hand. He took one of the offered shakes and took a generous sip before ushering Blaine to the couch so they could dig in. “God, I’m starving. You’re a lifesaver, babe.”

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine smiled the moment that his boyfriend came into view, letting his book bag fall to the ground on his shoes, along with his keys. The exhaustion from the day settling in, not just physical, because he didn’t feel too much from the battle he’d just had with a villain and a non-hero-- his jaw only barely aching from the few blows he’d taken-- but the mental exhaustion was enough to make him want to sleep for days. He was drained. Shuffling his feet across the floor to meet Sebastian, returning his kiss before handing over a shake and following the taller to the couch, plopping down onto it. “You’re a sight for sore eyes.” Blaine parroted Sebastian’s words back to him through a yawn as he set the food on the coffee table and leaned back into the couch, stretching his legs and arms. “Today was so long and exhausting.” He rubbed at his eyes, scooting closer to Sebastian. He thought for a brief moment about day, it actually hadn’t been that exhausting up until the encounter with the Flash. He’d been having a good day until then.

“I don’t think I slept too well last night.” He offered an excuse before Sebastian had too much of a chance to ask him details about his day. After he stretched again he sat up a little more on the couch, crossing his legs under him and grabbing his own shake to take a big drink, digging a few fries out of the bag and shoving them in his mouth. “How was your day, handsome?” He asked through his chewing, leaning his head against Sebastian’s shoulders and closing his eyes, blindly reaching for his burger to take a bite.  “I figured burgers would be a nice change from all of the pizza we have been having lately.” He added.

Sebastian Smythe:

Seeing Blaine yawning and complaining about being tired when it was still early in the evening niggled at Sebastian’s mind but he didn’t say anything, simply chalking it up to a long day. Since Blaine had to juggle both school and work now, he could see how it could’ve been tiring. A night in with burgers and relaxation seemed perfect for both of them. “I hope you aren’t stretching yourself too thin,” Sebastian voiced his concern, “maybe you ought to take less days working so you have more time to recuperate after all your classes and studying.”

He took a bite out of his burger, slumping back comfortably against the sofa as Blaine relaxed against him. He replayed his confrontation with Nightbird and rolled his eyes. He wished he could just complain to Blaine about the asshole of a superhero but as far as he or anyone else was concerned, he still liked Nightbird very much. He decided to supply a little while lie that would at least help Blaine understand his feelings. “There was some sort of commotion at Grand Central just a little while ago… I didn’t hear about it until it was too late-- Nightbird and the speedster had already left.” Sebastian reached over the coffee table to retrieve the television remote. Once the TV was on, he flipped to the local news channel, pointing at the screen. The headline read: Nightbird’s long-time foe, Doctor Light, captured by new hero, “The Flash”, but there were no images or videos of any super-powered beings. Instead, the reporter spoke of the incidents that happened according to only police eyewitness reports with images of the exterior of Grand Central Station. Sebastian huffed. “Did you hear about this? Apparently, Nightbird had a little trouble capturing this Doctor Light character and the new guy, Speedy, came in and saved the day instead.” He remembered the way he and Night had gotten into it on the roof and it made him scoff.

Realizing his annoyance had gone unexplained, Sebastian filled in the blanks for Blaine’s sake. He debated on whether he should align himself with Nightbird or be honest. Siding with the Flash might be too obvious since he was relatively new to the superhero realm. “Nightbird has been looking over Manhattan for how many years exactly? I think anyone who’s followed him for longer than the last few years knows that Doctor Light is like, Nightbird’s ultimate arch-nemesis. And then this speedster we’ve seen what-- maybe two or three times max-- comes in like he’s some hotshot?” Sebastian was thankful that Blaine knew he was somewhat passionate about Nightbird and other superheroes; it might be unusual otherwise. “Sorry, I guess I’m just pissed I missed out on an opportunity to get some photos or really anything.” Being preoccupied fighting off Doctor Light and then soon after Nightbird had the Flash retreating before he could even begin to think about his career as a journalist. He buried his complaints with the rest of his burger, getting started on his french fries.

Blaine Anderson:

The shorter shook his head when Sebastian suggested he take some off his plate. Sure, it was a little exhausting to study, work, and be Nightbird but he felt like he was handling it well on most days when he didn’t have a super villain and a newbie to deal with. “Nah, I’m okay. I promise. I just need to catch up on some sleep tonight.” He gave his boyfriend a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, love.”

Blaine opened his eyes whenever Sebastian turned on the television, deciding against eating his second burger, losing his appetite at the sight of the headline on the news channel. He rolled his eyes and groaned as he looked at the TV. “Yeah, I heard about that on my way home. I don’t know what the new guy’s deal is. I feel like if it’s fairly obvious that specific boundaries have been set, then the superheroes should back off each other unless invited to help-- I mean, I feel like that’s like an unwritten rule that all of the heroes seem to follow, right?” He said, trying his best not to let his irritation show too badly. “I know the so-called Flash is new but…” Blaine sighed, shaking his head. “I don’t know, it just seems like maybe he should be careful; he’s too new to be playing with such big villains.”

He listened to the news reporter for a few moments, feeling the same blood-boiling feeling he’d felt during his confrontation with the speedster as they praised Red for his heroism, saving them from Light. Please. Blaine rolled his eyes again. “I hope Speedy doesn’t turn out to be a bad guy.” He said out loud while thinking to himself that he really needed to prepare for that happening because all signs seemed to be pointing in that direction. He made mental plans to speak to his mother regarding the situation soon. She had been really helpful in learning how to keep himself safe during battles with Doctor Light considering her own light powers; maybe she could help him with a speedster. Maybe even help keep an eye on him considering their mutual Jay Garrick connection.

Blaine yawned again, placing any food left in his lap back onto the coffee table to lean against Sebastian. “Mm, ‘nough about the superheroes. I missed you today.” He nuzzled his head against the other’s arm so he would put his arm around Blaine, cuddling closer to him. “I’m sorry you didn’t get any exclusive story or pictures today. Hopefully soon.”

Sebastian Smythe:

It seemed that Blaine was more tired than Sebastian had initially perceived, causing him to furrow his brows. “You sure you’re just tired, babe? Not feeling sick, are you?” He asked, wrapping a protective arm around his boyfriend. Being the Flash and dealing with Nightbird was secondary whenever it came to Blaine. It was concerning that the man was so tired and Sebastian had tried his best to keep an eye on him ever since he’d gotten his job and decided to go back to school. He’d been slightly worried that the man was spreading himself too thin so Sebastian tried to do his best to make his boyfriend’s home life a little more relaxing. Thank goodness doing chores took next to no time when utilizing his powers.

Sebastian knew exactly what Blaine spoke about in regards to boundaries and superheroes tended to stick to their own cities. Even Nightbird seemed to respect the fact that the super-secret Daredevil lurked through the shadows of Hell’s Kitchen at night; the former was very rarely ever seen in that borough. “I don’t think he’s a bad guy.” Sebastian tried to qualm Blaine’s worries, knowing that although he had an ongoing feud with Birdie, he wouldn’t ever turn to a life of crime or intentionally put people in real danger. Tonight things just happened to get out of hand… He hadn’t even meant to take credit for Doctor Light’s capture, but it sure felt good to be recognized and praised.

Shifting on the couch to bring Blaine closer to him, he laid across the couch and brought the other to lie against him. He held him close and ran his hand up and down Blaine’s back, comforting him. He pressed a kiss to the top of Blaine’s head, breathing in the man’s scent. It was gratifying to have Blaine here in his arms, back in his life. Just a little over two months ago Sebastian and Blaine weren’t even talking with one another and now they were dating each other-- living together. “I missed you, too.” Sebastian repeated back to his boyfriend, the words holding a little more meaning than either probably initially intended.

The burgers and rest of the food would have to wait because for now Sebastian wanted to remain in the comfort of Blaine’s presence. He wanted to pretend nothing else existed and it was just the two of them, together.

Blaine Anderson:  

Blaine shook his head gently, leaning into Sebastian’s hold. “Not sick, I promise.” He assured the taller, knowing that if he wasn’t convincing then Sebastian would stay on his case about spreading himself too thin. He couldn’t exactly tell him that it wasn’t necessarily that working and classes were kicking his ass- it was super villains and anti-heroes that were making him tired. “Don’t worry, love. I’m okay.” He promised, nuzzling closer.

Sighing softly, the shorter shook his head. “I don’t think he’s a bad guy either…” Blaine thought about the speedster and how his reckless behavior could be mistaken for villainous actions, but he knew better. Despite being the most obnoxious mutant or meta-human he’d encountered who wasn’t a villain, knowing the Professor Garrick was his mentor gave him comfort that he wouldn’t have to be the one to wrangle him in. Jay Garrick had been a family friend for years and certainly if he had mentored and sent a villain out into the city he would have at least given him a heads up. “I don’t think he’s going to be some super villain. But I do think it’s painfully obvious that he’s new and doesn’t really have any idea what he’s doing. I just hope that he finds himself soon before someone gets hurt But, oh well, at least Doctor Light has been taken in. At least that’s done with. Sucks for Nightbird, though. Good for Flash.” Blaine yawned again, mostly forcing himself to so he didn’t have to talk about the superheroes anymore.

Blaine smiled softly when Sebastian returned his sentiment and held him closer. “Mmm,” He hummed contently and hugged against him before lifting his head. He looked down at his boyfriend, smiling lovingly at him. That warm, fuzzy, lucky feeling started to grow in his chest and a small smile pulled at the corner of his lips. “Y’know,” He began, raising his eyebrows. “If being sick would mean we could both just stay home tomorrow and stay in bed…” His tone was suggestive and he faked a pitiful cough as he moved gently to straddle Sebastian on the couch, pressing his lips against the taller’s for a slow, gently kiss. “Maybe I’m very sick.” Blaine voice was muffled as he spoke, smiling against Sebastian’s lips.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian simply smiled at Blaine’s opinion about the Flash. At least he knew he had one fan that mattered. Maybe one day he would “rescue” Blaine just to win some brownie points. As long as he had someone to protect, there was no way Sebastian would turn to a life of crime or recklessness that would put himself or Blaine at risk.

When Blaine shifted on the couch to straddle Sebastian, the latter chuckled breathily and kissed back, their lips moving in tandem. He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s slender waist. “You sure sound awfully sick with that nasty cough of yours,” Sebastian commented against his lips, “We probably shouldn’t be kissing or tomorrow morning I’ll wake up sick, too.” He kissed Blaine again, chuckling again. “Maybe I’ll call in sick to work tomorrow-- I know I could definitely take a sick day... Think you can get outta your classes? I’ll write you an excuse note.” He winked at Blaine, always the type to coerce the other to break the rules.

He gently pushed Blaine off of him, leading him to the bedroom. He undressed Blaine while insisting that he would be better off naked as to avoid getting a fever. In fact, they would both be less likely to catch a cold if they snuggled under the covers completely naked and maybe did other, mischievous things. Regardless if they ended up skipping out tomorrow, they would make the best of their night together.

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Sebastian: 2 + 38; Pete: 5 + 45; Margot: 25; Lucy: 26; Sara Grace: 13; Adelaide: 50? (...I apologize if this is just too many questions.)

oc questions meme that i totally didn’t forget about (except for how i kinda did, but mostly i was just lazy about typing up my longhand from saturday night)

SEBASTIAN2: What's a movie your character really, really doesn't enjoy?

Pretty much any and all horror is probably going to be on Seb’s, “can we please not” list, because he squicks really easily and does not have a good gag reflex when it comes to movies. He also gets emotionally affected and upset really easily, and arguably has an even worse gag reflex when that gets involved.

Like, seriously, even Shaun of the Dead is kinda pushing it, for him

That said? Of the Three Flavours Cornetto movies, the one that really sicks him out is The World’s End, not because the movie itself is that gross, but because he can’t help identifying in really self-loathing ways with Gary King.

So, watching Gary go on his increasingly destructive quest to drink a pint in each of the twelve pubs along Newton Haven’s Golden Mile, even while the world is going to sci-fi Hell and all his old friends are getting really upset with him, makes Seb get unhappy, then distressed, and then violently ill in the nearest wastebasket.

That being said, Requiem for a Dream gets a very special mention on his list because, unfortunately for him, his “it’s complicated” is a hipster fuck who went to film school and thinks it’s cool to brag about having seen RFAD more than once.

(I mean? It is an actual facts accomplishment, Todd, but calm down. Just because it’s an accomplishment doesn’t mean that it’s one that you should brag about, because it mostly makes people think you’re kind of an asshole.

……Which isn’t unfair, bc Todd is kind of an asshole, and unlike Pete, he isn’t self-aware about it, buuuut that’s another matter.)

Either way, Todd being one of Seb’s favorite people means that Seb first had to see RFAD once. To the surprise of no one but Todd (but in fairness, this was still early into their friendship), Seb got violently ill in the nearest wastebasket, cried, and wasn’t impressed when Todd thought him saying, “The horror, the horror” was a, “trying to cope with the movie through grim humor”-style joke based on how, earlier that night, Todd had been complaining about having to read Heart of Darkness for a lit class.

(I mean, it was a Heart of Darkness reference, but…… no, Seb was being completely serious about it. If they hadn’t brought up Heart of Darkness earlier, he would’ve expressed it in some other way, but that was what he came up with in the moment.)

Then, Seb had to see it again, even though once was really more than enough. He could’ve opted out, sure, but unfortunately, there isn’t a lot that he wouldn’t do for the people he loves, which makes him kind of a doormat sometimes, and in this instance, meant that he was easily swayed by Todd promising him that maybe he’d make it through without getting sick this time, since he already knew what was going to happen

(not quite) spoilers: ……Noooot really, nope. If anything, the rewatch made things even worse for Seb.

Then, they tried a third time, and that was the last time Seb ever attempted to sit through the whole thing, largely because Todd got it through his head that…… okay, no, this isn’t a one-time thing, or a coincidence, or anything like that. Seb will always get physically ill at RFAD and when that happens, he definitely ends up puking. So, after the third time, Todd finally quit trying to make Seb sit through it with him.

38: Your character's general opinion on kids. What if they were to have a kid? What if something happened and someone had a kid and your character was the only one who could take care of that child?

In general, Seb likes kids a lot and, when he’s doing okay, he gets along with them pretty well. There are several reasons why he is one of his seven-year-old niece’s favorite uncles, and one of them is that he’s genuinely better than either of his brothers at getting on Marie’s level without either condescending to her, or treating her like a tiny adult just because she’s intellectually gifted.

(To be fair to Max and Ambrose, they try their best — especially Max since, y’know, Marie is his daughter and he is such a dorky, “proud of everything his kid does, ever” dad — but both of them have trouble finding the balance here, which is also fair because lbr? It’s a difficult balance to find, much less maintain.)

The problem is that Seb is not always doing okay. More often than not, he’s way more likely to be Not Okay, and when he’s Not Okay, one of his first impulses is to withdraw from absolutely everyone.

For most of Marie’s life thus far, that has also tended to involve him getting intoxicated — and increasingly, it was, “intoxicated to the point where, at best, it should be termed, ‘getting really fucked up’; and at worst, he would probably be dead if not for his shiny mutant healing factor” — which made him actively avoid being around her, for a laundry list of reasons, including but not limited to:

“What if something happens and I get left alone with her, she could get hurt”

“What if something happens, I get left alone with her, and something happens to me, so she has to watch that and she now doesn’t have a guardian”

“What if I finally run out of extra lives around her, because as someone who has discovered the corpse of someone who died by overdose, I wouldn’t wish that on anyone, especially not her and especially not when she’s so young; even if she might not remember her, finding someone’s corpse will fuck you up and she doesn’t need that in her life”

(—he said, feeling bad about all the broken promises that this usually involved, but also feeling like breaking them and disappointing her was better than potentially dying in some place where his tiny niece could find him, like?

Dying itself? Didn’t sound too bad or like that much of a problem. But dying where the sight of his corpse could potentially traumatize Marie? That would be Terrible.)

“What if I can’t fake like I’m sober well enough for her to believe it — I mean, Max and Linda probably wouldn’t believe it even if I were, but if I’m so obviously not-sober that even Marie gets it, what if she sees it and blames herself for it? She’s gifted but she’s still a kid, and she’s a sensitive kid, and even adults have trouble understanding when something about a person they love being a fuck-up isn’t their fault”

and, “I don’t want her to see me like that, she’s probably one of the only people on the planet who still doesn’t think I’m totally worthless”

(—he said while: 1. not getting it that none of the people who are saved as favorites on his phone — i.e., a grand total of 14 contacts, at that point, out of 1,000+

[though that number includes things like favorite takeout places and NYU campus security, even though he hasn’t been an NYU student since May 2007 and has changed his phone multiple freaking times since then, and even given that he has had good luck with SIM cards, there is no reason for him to still have the number for NYU campus security]

—just…… yeah. None of the people he cares about most actually think that he’s completely worthless. He is literally the only person whom he deals with on a regular basis who thinks that;

and 2. ……uh, yeah, no. Cool intentions, Seb, but at this point, your niece had definitely seen you in a state that you would describe as, “like that.” She’d even seen you, “like that” more than once.

Maybe Marie didn’t entirely get it or understand what was going on — and bc she was a grand total of five when you went to rehab, the initial explanation that she would’ve gotten out of her parents would’ve been something like, “Uncle Bastian is very sick right now, and he’s going to be okay, but he had to go away to see the doctors who have special training to help him get better”

—but she still definitely saw you, “like that.”

And then, a few days before Christmas 2014, Marie got to see him while he was, courtesy of some regrettable heat of the moment decision-making, cold turkey detoxing because she had been promised a playdate, and Seb was cognizant enough to do that if Max and Marie came to his place instead (on the plus: six dogs), and Pete was free to come over as chaperone (since Max trusts him, but not Todd or Margot)

And that playdate did involve an attempt at explaining an idea that even adults sometimes have trouble with, in a way that a six-year-old would understand, but oddly enough, the concept had to do with why pit bulls have a bad reputation that they do not deserve, and why some people are assholes who abuse their dogs

The concept of, “Uncle Bastian is sick right now because he decided to recommit himself to sobriety and broke up with his latest bad idea, but instead of trying to do this a bit more responsibly — i.e., talking to a doctor and getting weaned off of everything safely — he just got rid of all of his pills, alcohol, and assorted paraphernalia, and didn’t remember why this might’ve been a bad way to handle things until he started getting sick at church on Sunday morning”?

Like, yeah, they had to change the wording a bit, but that made perfect sense to Marie

(—which her uncle is really not proud of, since the fact that she understands this as well as she does at her age is pretty much entirely his fault, but…… it’s not like he can undo any of his decisions here)

(nor can anybody else undo theirs, because none of my mutants are allowed to have time travel powers, period.

Any “minor time manipulation” is exclusively limited to shit like, “it’s actually enhanced speed that goes so fast that they essentially enter bullet-time, or have GOTTA GO FAST!! super-moments, like the Days of Future Past and X-Men: Apocalypse movies did with their whitewashed Quicksilver, or like the one bit of the “Three Hundred Big Boys” episode of classic Futurama, where Fry drinks so much coffee that he speeds up into a magical super-fast state of calm or something)”

But they are not actually examples of, “time manipulation,” much less time travel, because time travel powers are silly and they too easily either destroy all semblance of continuity or turn into hella over-powered game-breakers that violate the agency of literally everyone who isn’t using them

—or, worse, cause all kinds of moral and ethical dilemmas like, “well, if Superman can turn back time by flying really fast around the Earth because that makes sense, then why doesn’t he just go back and kill Hitler? why is it more morally defensible for him to let the Holocaust happen than not?”

—and because frankly, I don’t want to deal with that, so, no one in my universe gets to have any legitimate time travel or time manipulation-related powers, end of discussion

But anyway, I was saying)

Right. So, Marie generally understood the concept of, “so, your uncle was once more abusing his substances of choice for a sustained period of time, but now he isn’t, and rather than doing the safe thing, he did the quick thing based on heat of the moment, emotional decision-making, which involves him being sick for several days”

Animal abuse, on the other hand, did not make any sense to her at all

But that’s an entirely different matter and I’m so far off the point right now that it’s not even funny.

BACK ON THE ORIGINAL, ORIGINAL TOPIC

……so, yeah, uh.

Seb has some hangups about being around kids, but they mostly involve, “oh my god, I don’t have my life together at all and what if I am actively detrimental to the well-being of the kid(s)” — and for all some of this is an understandable fear for him to have, based on a lot of precedent from him…… uh?

Other parts of it are legitimate nonsense, based in a potent mix of hella self-loathing, hella bullheaded refusal to forgive himself for just about anything, hella letting his imagination get the better of him and rationalizing justifications for this without realizing that they’re not as accurate to reality as he thinks, and holy unrecognized generalized anxiety disorder, batman

At the moment, he’s fine with the only kids who are actually his being his six dogs, and has given essentially no thought to ever being a parent to human children, partly because he assumes that it won’t ever happen (bc he can’t see anyone wanting to have kids with him, and feels like, “it wouldn’t be fair on the kids to stick them with me, like that’s just unconscionable”), and partly because what little thought he has given the idea? Has been deeply terrifying

He’s marginally less terrified of something happening to Max and Linda, at least from a practical standpoint, because Seb knows that custody of Marie goes to his and Max’s parents, first, should anything happen to both of Marie’s parents

Like, he doesn’t WANT anything to happen to either his brother or his sister-in-law, much less both of them, and he might not admit it to himself, but if something happened to Max, Seb would be a Mess about it.

But at the same time, he could cope with it better because as much as he loves Marie, he wouldn’t be her legal guardian and she’d be in the competent, caring hands of her grandparents

If it ever happened that he wound up with custody of her and any potential future siblings she ends up with…… well.

There are three major possibilities for why that might happen: 1. Seb somehow redeemed himself to Max and Linda so much that the part where he’s Marie’s godfather became more than a ceremonial thing, and he actually did get switched to the person who gets custody of Marie if anything happens to both of her parents;

2. Abe and Marceline both died, and Seb had redeemed himself to Max and Linda enough to be the first-alternate to his and Max’s parents on the, “who gets custody of Marie” hierarchy;

or 3. Whether he redeemed himself or not, nothing was actually made official, but everybody else died or couldn’t be contacted (or is kind of stuck in mutant supermax, awaiting trial for various charges of fraud, conspiracy, bribery, election-related tampering, rape, sexual assault, torture, murder, illicit use of metahuman abilities, tax evasion, and possibly treason, as Conrad eventually will be), so Seb ends up as Marie’s guardian by default

Regardless of the situation here, uh. His first reaction is going to be to make himself hold it together as best as he can until Marie is in bed and asleep for the night, and then just try to have a meltdown as quietly as possible so as not to wake her up. Because, even in the situations where he did something to redeem himself to Max and Linda, abruptly being saddled with custody of his tiny niece after an undefined something happened to his big brother and his sister-in-law?

……Yeah, Seb’s not going to handle that well, at first

I mean, he will step up and try to keep it together and try to do his absolute best to take care of Marie and be a good, responsible, and loving guardian to her

But he’s an easily stressed out Disaster, and he would not handle the initial shock of losing Max and Linda well (+/- the rest of their family, too), and he would really, really need a lot of help with this, both in terms of, “keeping it together emotionally because he needs to grieve and deal with the stress here or it’s not going to make any of this less horrible for the tiny human who just lost her parents”

and in terms of, “Seb has never cared for a tiny human for any real extended period of time before, and there is a HUUUUGE difference between being a favored uncle who spends time with her, usually with at least one more consistently responsible chaperone, and can make lunch and take her to the zoo and whatnot……… and actually being a parent”

PETE5: Your character is partial to people who _____? (Are tall, have blue eyes, tend to be rowdy, etc)

In general, Pete tends to be partial to people who are, “interesting,” “different,” or at the very least, “not boring,” which is about all he ever says on the subject because his opinion is, “lmao, I don’t need to explain myself to you.” In fairness to him, “interesting” could mean a lot of things for Pete.

e.g., Aside from them just having been through a lot together since, Seb first went from, “freshman I’m supposed to babysit and ‘mentor’ or whatever because Sister Mary Ignatius said so” to, “actual friend” because of his reactions to seeing sides of Pete other than the witty, effervescent, charming façade that he put on in high school.

Like, the side of Pete that was a karaoke prince, which usually only came out at parties when he was sufficiently drunk, or in the sanctity of his bedroom with his cassette player and his sister Cora’s hairbrush;

the side of Pete that professes that his music taste is, “I don’t care anything but country” and yet adores Dolly Parton, and says that she doesn’t count as country because she is a Diva and divas transcend genre, obviously;

the side of Pete that was anxiously hyper-protective of the shoebox under his bed where he kept his collection of pics of cute guys that he clipped out of Cora’s discarded teen girly and, “young ladies’ interests” magazines (Luke Perry circa 90210 and the guys of Buffy made a lot of appearances in said shoebox because Pete collected said pics in 1995-2001);

the side of Pete that has a lot of insecurities, many of which are grounded in how he has trouble reconciling how much he loves being around people and wants to be popular, with how much he, A., doesn’t actually like most people, and B., is terrified that his shit-bag Dad was probably right and he is fundamentally unlovable;

and the side of Pete that baby-talks at cats for 10+ minutes without getting bored, or showing any signs of stopping at all until said cats get tired of him and leave.

And it’s not like Pete let Seb see said sides of him as some kind of test or anything like that. Some of them came out by happy accident

While others came out because Pete still thought of Seb as, “that freshman who is my peer mentorship kid now or whatever, I guess, and wouldn’t you know it, I got matched up with the one who might be the only other gay kid at St. Andrew’s who doesn’t think he needs to hate himself for it,” and Seb really wanted Pete to like him and tried so hard to be accommodating and unobtrusive that Pete did, sometimes, kinda forget he was still there.

But then Seb found most of these things genuinely endearing in one way or another, which Pete found deeply confusing, so he took more of an active interest because he wanted to find out what Seb’s deal was…… and eventually, he had to conclude that Seb’s deal was just wanting to be his friend, and not because he got anything extra out of it or because of the version of himself that Pete played at school, but because he liked Pete exactly as he was.

By that time, Pete had learned about enough of Seb’s quirks to say that he was, “different and not boring” for other reasons, but… yeah, no. The big reason why Seb was initially, “different and not boring” was that he genuinely wanted to be Pete’s friend

Romantically, though, Pete tends to insist that his preference is, “Chris Evans or at least Chris Evans-adjacent.” It’s true that he has a big Thing for Chris Evans, but it’s nowhere near as all-consuming as he likes to make it out to be (but most people probably don’t get to know that because…… mmm, nah. Pete doesn’t want to talk about it with you, probably).

Historically speaking, he has tended to date other guys in theatre, but that’s more due to proximity than actual preference. He likes people who can keep him on his toes, in general but especially intellectually.

Being, “taller than him but not by as much as Sebastian” is also a good thing, because while he likes guys who are taller (and… I mean. He’s 5’10”, so it’s not like he’s short or anything), being over 6’3” is a deal-breaker because he already has a best friend who’s 6’3” (and the guy he wants his best friend to please date already is 6’1”), and being around too many people who are noticeably taller than Pete kinda makes him feel short and potentially threatened.

But, seriously, if anyone has Chris Evans’s number? Pete wants it. Please.

………What?! He said, “Please.”

45: Your character would _______ for a klondike bar.

Pete would not go out of his way or really do anything in particular for a klondike bar because he doesn’t want one, because if he’s going to eat ice cream, then it’s going to be interesting and quality ice cream, and not something cheap and kinda gross that he could get at 7-11 at 2 AM.

He would, however, invite everyone else to do all manner of ridiculous shit for a klondike bar. Just wait for him to make popcorn before you start, okay?

MARGOT25: When put into X situation, your character is calm and collected and patient, while others may be anywhere from confused to panicking and screaming. Talk about X-Situation and why it means what it does to your character.

This could be said about Margot in most situations, really. She’s an example of someone who could definitely be called an introverted extrovert, because she has superficial ease at dealing with people

Despite how she, like Pete, doesn’t really like most people, she’d actually rather be around people than not because she hates feeling unproductive and mentally sluggish, and one of the ways that she gets the most mental stimulation is being around people and listening to them, if not always talking to them

Also, when she’s not around people, it’s easy for her to slip into, “this is why you don’t leave some people alone with their thoughts” territory (which, for Margot, generally involves forcing herself to come up with ideas, which most often means schemes that are probably really bad ideas, but she doesn’t fact-check very well, and when she goes over them for holes, she’ll put safety measures and backups in place for the wrong things — which would be fine, if these things stayed limited to the realm of her elaborate fantasy life as a masterclass art thief, but they usually don’t. Whoops.)

(Pete, on the other hand, would rather be around people than not because he thrives off of social stimulation and affection [though good luck getting him to admit that], and when he slides into, “this is why you don’t leave some people alone with their thoughts” territory, it tends to involve the, “maybe my Dad was right and I’m just unlovable” thing)

—but either way, despite having ostensible ease in dealing with people (and being Extroverted in the MBTI sense, being an ENTP), she’s nevertheless introverted in the sense of playing her actual feelings close to her chest, not opening up to most people (even her boys — Seb, Pete, and Todd — have trouble getting her to be more open about her feelings or what’s going on for her without needing to either needle her a bit, or wait for Margot to open up or get too emotionally overwhelmed to keep it down on her own)

The flip-side of this is that it’s easy for her to go into an intellectual mode while everyone else is losing their heads, even when they are, for example, stuck in the middle of a super-villain’s attack on her office (which, seeing as she’s an accountant and her firm has some pretty big deal contracts with companies like Lockheed and Boeing, plus a handful of contracts with local government in Baltimore as well as the U.S. Federal government, happens…

…eh, it’s not something that happens every month? But there’s an Incident of some kind at her office more regularly than there would be if she worked at Coca-Cola, Nestlé, or D.H. Morgan, but less regularly than there would be if she worked at somewhere that’s way more immediately accessible or target-able, like a bank or a Walmart or a Starbucks or the production company that makes the All-Stars’ big shiny reality show)

Frankly, she should lose her head more often, because it’s pretty damn unhealthy to force herself to repress everything and stay cool while, for example, keeping her head down and just trying to ignore it while Those Two Super-Tools are fumbling all over the pre-written speeches they were given to throw at the people they’re trying to get certain invoices and books from, and it would be laughable if they didn’t have, y’know, guns and possibly henchmen who are infinitely more competent than they are

(which is usually what happens when Those Two Super-Tools go on any given job, because seriously, Edward and Dezi are just BAD. at EVERYTHING. if they weren’t super-fascists with deeply off-putting personalities and over-inflated senses of white straight male entitlement, you could almost feel bad for them because they want so much to be good at something but they suck at everything, like they are just terrible)

—or, like. If your no romo soulmate person has been kidnapped by ecoterrorists because he didn’t believe his ex when said ex flat-out admitted to being an ecoterrorist (because, “seriously, what kind of ecoterrorist admits to being an ecoterrorist on the first date?”), then it would be understandable to, like…… take a break and not work on your own attempts at finding and saving him, working behind the backs of the people who are trying to do so in an official capacity, and doing it with tools of your own devising or purchasing that aren’t necessarily reliable

Buuuuuut y’know what Margot did when that happened?

Yeah, she stayed awake for several days, doing that thing that I just said with the unsanctioned attempts at finding Seb on her own, and only crashed out after Seb had been retrieved, when she and Todd got on a train up to Penn Station (where they needed to switch to a train to Ossining)

LUCY26: Conversely, when put into Z-Situation, your character faints/screams/freezes with terror/is otherwise unable to respond properly in the situation and should probably not be allowed to lead here. Talk about Z-Situation and what it means to your character.

On one hand, it’s not that Lucy shouldn’t be allowed to go clubbing, and she’ll handle it just fine once you give her a couple minutes to adjust to it

But her initial reaction to a club environment — and to most places that are loud and full of people, whether they’re clubs or Times Square or Disney World or a music festival or whatever — is to kind of freeze up and go, “ehhhhhhh” for reasons involving there being a lot of sensory information that’s suddenly swooping in to be all, “HELLO THERE LUCY YOU SO WANT TO BE OVERWHELMED RIGHT NOW, YEAH? :DDDDD”

—which also sucks for her because she really LOVES new sensory experiences. They excite her, she wants to DO ALL THE THINGS and stick her hands into everything and LEARN STUFF OMG THIS IS ALL SO COOL OKAY, and she thrives on new experiences like this…… but when they actually start happening, she needs a bit of time to adjust before she can actually enjoy any of it because all of that sensory input will be overwhelming at first, and she hasn’t really learned how to slowly slip into things or strategies for managing all of the sensory overload, yet

—and on the other hand, public speaking. She shouldn’t be wholly barred from this either, because, again? Give her a moment to just get herself acclimated, and she’ll be fine. But public speaking is still nerve-inducing and scary, especially since she’s usually doing this for reasons she thinks of as Super Important, so she doesn’t want to screw anything up, and that perfectionism makes it worse, so she gets nervous and awkward and starts trying to force things, and she can easily end up putting her foot in her mouth if she tries to improvise without thinking

But really, if you just give her a couple moments or help her to get ready, she should be fine

SARA GRACE13: Your character does ____ or avoids ____ because they associate it with having a good/bad day.

Sara Grace is one of those people who dresses better, does more elaborate makeup (which sometimes stays in “natural look” territory; sometimes goes in “there’s contouring but it’s otherwise not too far off from the ‘natural look’ makeup that she does”; and sometimes straight up goes into, “i want to look otherworldly and possibly from the moon” territory), and puts more effort into her appearance in general as she gets more and more stressed, because she has to have control over something, jeez

—which, on one hand, means that she associates these kinds of behaviors with having a bad day or a bad time of things in general, and if she shows up to something in higher heels than she’d usually wear, a cute dress with a frilly short petticoat, and makeup that she describes as, “pastel vampire princess” or, “queen of the Unseelie Court” or similar, then it’s a really good bet that she isn’t feeling well, and she might not want to talk about it, but you should probably be gentler with her than usual

for the sake of helping with visualization: I’ve been picturing Asha Bromfield as Sara Grace

ADELAIDE50: Some people take all the paperclips out of the box and chain them together. Name something useless your character does but never bothered to stop.

Alphabetizing M&M’s and Skittles by color before eating them

Which is even more useless because she’ll then portion them off into groups of five to actually eat them, and they get mixed up all over again

Saving all the orange Starbursts for last

Silently naming the animals she sees — e.g., ducks at the park — and then concocting moderately elaborate little soap operas for all of them in her head, unless someone interrupts her and keeps her attention focused elsewhere

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Neither Living Dead Nor Fully Living (5/?)

And another request from @strangelock221b ! There’s a few more answers to what’s in the shared past of Molly and Sherlock, some more detail about the visits Underhill that Molly makes, and a more approving Sherlock than normal.

Neither Living Dead Nor Fully Living - When Sebastian Moran inherits a building, a business and a servant from James Moriarty, he tries to live as normal a life as he can. But when Molly Hooper does the unthinkable and falls in love with him, he finds himself fighting a battle he'd never imagined he'd be in.

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“She chose you.”

Seb looked up a few days later to see Holmes sitting on one of the barstools at the counter in front of him. He moved on the wind and yet again surprised Seb by how damn quietly he moved. “Your sister? Yeah.” He waited to see if he was corrected.

“So she told you,” Sherlock said with a nod.

“She said half-sister. I said sister. I see how you two are.” Sherlock, for the first time, gave him a faint smile. It didn’t suit on his face with the fangs being slightly visible, but it was better than a sneer or a look of annoyance. “Do you need her? She’s upstairs, saying I’m a slob.”

“Are you?”

“No. But she’s Brownie, it’s a thing. I have a spring cleaning up there every month, courtesy of Molly.”

“Actually, I wanted to speak to you. In private?” Sherlock said.

“Are you going to warn me against hurting her? Because I won’t.”

“I know because you’re her owner and if you were anything like the bastard, you’d have hurt her already. She’s happy. I want to ensure it stays that way, and if she won’t give you full details, I will.”

“No, Sherlock.” Both men turned to see Molly emerge behind Seb. “I’ll tell him. It’s gotten worse, hasn’t it?”

Sherlock nodded. “Our father is dying. There’s going to be a play made soon and my mother wants to ensure neither of us wants to make a claim so that her precious child can rule.”

“You mean so she can rule in his stead,” Molly said with a glare.

“I take it neither of you has fond feelings towards her?” Seb asked.

“Best spoken about in private. Your cafe has ears. Upstairs...not so much,” Sherlock said.

“I made sure of it,” Molly added. She reached over for Seb’s hand and the two of them headed up the stairs once Seb got someone else to cover the counter, with Sherlock following them. Once they were upstairs, Molly and Seb sat on his bed and Sherlock pulled over a chair from the table. “I suppose we should start from the beginning?”

“What does he know?” Sherlock asked.

“That I’m a half-Brownie bastard princess, we’re related…that’s about the minimum.” She let go of Seb’s hand and wrapped her arms around her knees, which she pulled up to her chest. “Sherlock and I have never been entirely sure our half-brother is related to me.”

It took Seb a moment to realize what she meant. “So she had affairs too.”

“And not in our court, from rumours I’ve heard,” Sherlock said. “We’re considered Seelie Court; she had dalliances with our enemies in the Unseelie Court. Molly and I are looked down upon for having been turned, but both of us are looked at, by some members of the Seelie Court, as being more suited for the throne than our brother. He is young and impressionable and seems to be kind, but my mother would rule in his stead for a time and bend and mold him to her ways. And we think it won’t be good.”

“I personally am quite happy with my life here,” Molly said. “Once ownership is given the only thing that can break it is death. I can have ownership passed from one person to another, and only when my current owner dies I’m free. So that doesn’t really make me a good ruler since even though you’re benevolent, you’re still human and looked down upon by most of our kind.”

“Especially considering your association with the bastard,” Sherlock added.

Molly nodded. “Sherlock has made no formal claim for the throne, but he has support not only of most of the advisors but our father as well. It just matters what happens before he dies.”

“If my mother can stage a coup then the entire Seelie Court is in danger. So I’m having to step away from my role as Molly’s protector and keep her safe from afar. We need you to do more of the heavy lifting, so to speak.” Sherlock leaned back. “But the danger is far greater because even though most assume I’ll make a claim for the throne, technically, Molly can too if you die. That puts you in danger, especially since she’s chosen you as her mate.”

Molly reached over with one hand and held Seb’s. “I’ll take care of as much as we can and call in favours for what I can’t, but we need to be careful.”

“We will,” Seb said, pulling her hand up to kiss it softly. He then turned to Sherlock. “I’ll do what I can.”

“Alright,” Sherlock said with a nod. “I need to go back Underhill, but I’ll keep you both informed of how our father is doing and when you should prepare for a final visit.”

“Is that a good idea?” Seb asked.

“I want to say good-bye,” Molly said.

“We’ll figure something out, then.” He squeezed her hand and looked up to see Sherlock had left just as silently as he had arrived. “You know, I hate it when he does that.”

“He does it specifically to piss you off,” Molly said, giving him a tiny smile. He moved closer and put an arm around her shoulder after letting go of her hand and she leaned into him. “Let’s just stay up here till the night crowd comes in. I think we need to make plans.”

“And cuddle?”

He pressed a kiss into her head. “That too, my little cat.” He shut his eyes. “That too...”

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