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lucyrose191 · 5 months

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LOOKING AT HER| S.VETTEL

Author’s note; fuck off Amy.

Pairing; Sebastian Vettel x shy!girlfriend!reader

Summary; Reader has grown to love the feeling of Sebastian’s eyes on her but not everyone understands.

Warnings; fluff, suggestive towards the end, Amy’s a bitch.

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Sebastian always had a habit of looking at her, he just couldn't help himself, he found her so beautiful that it was impossible not to admire her. He didn't understand how he was so lucky to have someone so special as his girlfriend.

It had taken a while for Y/N to get used to his gaze, at first it had made her self conscious, she thought there was something about her appearance or her outfit which had caught his attention but every time she asked he always responded the same way.

"I’m just admiring how beautiful my girl is"

She eventually found herself being used to having his eyes on her, in fact she had grown to like it. It made her feel safe and secure knowing he was there and keeping an eye on her. It was like a comfort blanket to her now.

She did feel nervous under his gaze though, the good kind of nervous. Sebastian was always one for eye contact and his gaze was... intense. It was constantly making her flustered, she'd end up forgetting everything, her words, what she was meant to be doing, everything vanished for her when he was around, all she could think about was him.

Sebastian and Y/N were currently out for dinner with some of Y/N's friends, although the pair of them had been official for over 2 years now Seb hadn't really had the chance to meet her friends properly due to him travelling all the time and when he wasn't they were too caught up in making up for lost time to make plans.

Her friends had been shocked when Y/N who was known to be extremely shy and famous for keeping to herself announced that she had a boyfriend, they had already been dating for nearly a year when she had finally told them.

Imagine their surprise when their incredibly private friend revealed just who her boyfriend was; an extremely famous, successful and rich formula one racing driver.

Y/N was currently in the middle of a conversation with her 'best-friend' Amy when she felt her boyfriends beautiful eyes tracing over her body.

Sebastian thought she looked so beautiful, she has dressed up tonight into a long dress and heels. Obviously she looked beautiful all the time but that dress was really doing something.

It didn't take long for Y/N to get flustered, her cheeks had turned a blush pink and she looked down at the table as she tried to remember her words.

Sebastian smiled, he loved the effect he had on her, knowing that he could get her all riled up just from a simple glance was a huge ego booster.

"Why do you keep looking at her like that? Can't you see it's making her uncomfortable" The table went silent as everyone turned to look at Amy who had purposely made sure everyone heard her.

Sebastian was speechless when he saw that she was staring him down. Making her uncomfortable? He looked at Y/N who was in just as much disbelief as he was, staring at her friend, wide-eyed because she hadn't been uncomfortable at all and she really didn't appreciate her rude tone towards the man she loved.

"Excuse me?" Sebastian almost laughed at the ridiculousness of her accusation.

"You've been staring her down for the past 10 minutes and it's creepy, can you not see how awkward she feels? She's literally shifting around in her seat"

"Amy-" Y/N tried to protest, she usually wasn't one to speak up, preferring to keep out of drama but the way the girl in front of her was looking at Sebastian like he was a piece of shit wasn't sitting right with her at all, especially because he was quite literally the sweetest human she had ever met.

The table watched in tense silence as Amy continued to run her loud mouth which was making everyone feel uncomfortable.

"...Just because you're some rich bloke that drives around in fancy cars doesn't mean you have the right to stare at a woman like she's a piece of meat" Seb couldn't believe the audacity of the woman, she knew absolutely nothing about him.

It seemed Y/N was thinking the same thing because she slammed her hand down on the table "Shut up! You know absolutely nothing about Seb or me, clearly, so stop acting like you have the right to comment on him, his job or his actions"

She then turned to her boyfriend who's eyes were filled with pride "Can we go? I don't want to stay here with someone who had no respect for others"

Sebastian nodded, immediately standing from his seat, placing a couple bank notes down on the table to pay for their meal before grabbing his jacket and holding out his hand for her to take.

He ignored Amy's muttering of "Oh so you need to ask his permission to do what you want as well"

He said a polite goodbye to the rest of the table before the pair of them walked out of the restaurant.

Sebastian briefly glanced away from the the road and over to the passenger seat for the fifth time since they had gotten into the car, Y/N hadn't said anything since leaving the restaurant and it was starting to worry him.

She had sort of curled herself up into a ball, her knees pulled up to her chest with her feet resting on the edge of the seat as she stared blankly out of the window.

Sebastian wanted to tell her to sit up straight for her own safety but his worry for what she was thinking was a bigger priority to him at the moment.

"Liebling?" She only hummed in response which increased the worry he initially felt, she always responded properly to show he had her full attention, believing it was rude otherwise.

He hadn't been too bothered about Amy's words in the restaurant but with how quiet his girlfriend was being, he was starting to think that maybe Y/N agreed with her and maybe he did make her feel uncomfortable.

"Are you okay, schatz?" He asked. Y/N heaved out a heavy sigh as she sat up properly before turning to face him.

"I just hate how rude she was to you, she had no reason to speak to you like that and to do it in front of everyone in a public was just wrong, I'm sorry"

"Why are you apologising to me? You didn't do anything wrong, you handled it brilliantly" Sebastian reached over to grab her hand and link their fingers together, his thumb stroking along her hand hoping to provide some comfort.

"I know you went through the trouble to make sure you were free so we could go to dinner with them and now it's just wasted"

Sebastian shook his head "I didn't make sure I was free for the dinner, Y/N. I made sure I was free for you, you're more important to me than any interview or meeting"

Y/N smiled at his words, tightening her hold on his hand, he really was the perfect man.

"Can I ask you a question though?" He asked, seeing Y/N nodding her head out of the corner of his eye "Was she right?"

"What!?" Y/N couldn't believe the absurdity of his question "Not at all"

Sebastian bit his lip, not quite sure if she was just saying that so she wouldn't hurt his feeling "Are you sure? I'd hate to make you feel uncomfortable"

She couldn't help but giggle, nothing he did could ever make her uncomfortable, he was perfect. "You have never made me feel uncomfortable, Seb. I like feeling your eyes on me" she admitted.

Sebastian looked at her with a small smirk "yeah?"

Y/N nodded "Makes me feel sexy" she sheepishly said, turning back to the window to try and hide the blush on her cheeks.

"Oh, really?" She heard to teasing tone in his voice and internally rolled her eyes knowing he wouldn't let her live this down.

His ego had just grown about three times the size from her confession. It felt great knowing that he was able to make her feel so good without really doing anything. "Don't go all shy on me now, come on" he told her, tugging on her hand slightly.

"You're just going to hold it over my head now" she groaned but turned back to him as he wished.

"I promise I won't, I like that I make you feel good by something so simple" he said. The last part was true but he was totally going to hold it over her head.

"You always make me feel good" she whispered, tracing a finger over the veins on the back of his hand.

Sebastian heard her even though she spoke so quietly and felt like he could melt. What man didn't like hearing those words?

"How about I make you feel good when we get back home?" He asked, his tone suggesting anything but innocence.

Y/N's breath hitched knowing exactly what he was talking about. "Absolutely"

Sebastian smirked, turning his attention back to the road but he subtly pressed down on the accelerator.

He couldn't wait to get home.

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❀ And You Look Fetching in Yellow ❀ // Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

Summary: Hogwarts couples exchange scarves to signify their intention with each other. Unfortunately for Sebastian, MC is new to the whole magic thing.

It's been weeks since Sebastian had gifted her his scarf. And yet nothing romantic has happened between them.

How was she supposed to know that she had to give him something in return?

Part 1: You Look Better In Green

♪ Tags: Slight Dark!Sebastian, angst, sadness, manipulation, making out, heartbreak

Word Count: 5k

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"Did you see what the new girl was wearing?"

"Obviously, do I look like I live under a troll's bridge? The whole school is talking about it!"

Sebastian preened, sitting a bit straighter in his seat. He had been lounging on a bench with Ominis in the Dark Arts Tower, bored out of his mind. About ten paces away, a gaggle of 3rd year girls were giggling and loudly whispering amongst themselves. The student body of Hogwarts never had anything better to do then to guess who started courting who. Sebastian had never cared much about this (often incorrect) news, having always found it dull.

But it was looking like Hogwarts was just about to get bit more interesting.

"What was she wearing?" one of the shorter girls asked.

"She was wearing a Slytherin scarf!" another whispered conspiratiously as if it was an unspeakable secret.

There were gasps around the group. The new Hufflepuff student? Wearing Slytherin's green and silver scarf? It could only mean one thing.

"Ohhhh, she's seeing from someone from Slytherin." There was much fervent whispering.

"I bet so many hearts are crushed now. Someone finally got to her first."

Sebastian couldn't' help but puff out his chest. Finally, in his time as a 6th year at Hogwarts, the natural order of things were being corrected. No longer did he have to worry seeing his Hufflepuff in ugly red and yellow.

"Who do you reckon gave it to her?" one of the Ravenclaws bounced on the tip of her toes.

"Well, there's not that many Slytherin boys that she associates herself with."

Sebastian grinned. He leaned back against the wall, crossing his hands behind his head. He was constantly next to her side whether that meant on the battlefield or at the library. His devotion to her had most definitely discouraged any potential suitors who thought they were worthy of wasting her time. An effortless arm thrown around her shoulder. His coarse hand tucking a strand of hair behind her ears. His chin resting on her much shorter head. Now that the whole school knew that the most amazing girl in all of Hogwarts history was his, Sebastian's worries could finally-

"I heard from someone in Charms that it's Ominis."

Sebastian stilled. What?

There were squeals of delight.

"Of course! That makes so much sense! They look so cute together!"

Sebastian scowled. No they didn't.

"Awww, I'm so happy for them. I bet he swept her off her feet!"

"It's the eyes isn't it? All the Gaunt kids have those gorgeous eyes."

In Sebastian's personal opinion, blue eyes were incredibly overrated.

"That makes so much sense! They're always in the library studying together."

One of their voices took a cheekily tone. "Studying? Is that what the kids are calling it now a days?"

Yes, Ominis and his Hufflepuff were always studying together, only because Sebastian invited both of his best friends to his study session.

The group of girls all squealed bouncing up and down like a group of Puffskeins. They were loud and annoying enough that Professor Hecat had opened the doors to her classroom. With heavy scolding, the professor shooed them outside, to spread their gossip elsewhere in the castle no doubt.

Sebastian felt as though he took a troll club to the head. That was his green scarf around his Hufflepuff. It was Sebastian's scarf that she was wearing every day. Not Garret's. Not Natty's. Not even Ominis's. It was Sebastian's. Turning to stare at his best friend, he was startled to find that Ominis was still engrossed in his book. The other boy looked completely at ease, as if Sebastian's entire life hadn't been entirely upended.

"What," Sebastian spat through gritted teeth, "in Merlin's name, was that all about?"

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The hero of Hogwarts laid on her back like a starfish on the grounds of the Transfiguration courtyard. Having successfully commandeered a quiet corner of the courtyard with Natty and Poppy, she tried her best to relax between classes. Poppy was playing with Gerald. Natty attempted hastily to finish her astronomy homework before the next toll of the bell. The ancient magic user scowled at the bright blue cloudless sky as if it personally had cursed her.

She was still wearing Sebastian's scarf. The new Hufflepuff hadn't taken it off since Sebastian had kindly (or possessively?) wrapped it around her. His signature bergamot and oak scent was starting to fade.

She had learned quite quickly the ins and outs of courting at Hogwarts thanks to her friends. Coming from the muggle world, it was dizzyingly confusing all the fake rules that witches and wizards put upon themselves. She wasn't sure if it was wizard conservatism or teenage boredom that forced the students of Hogwarts to play these stupid courting games.

Wearing another House's colors was a walking advertisement to the rest of Hogwarts that you were officially being pursued by classmate of another House. The second that a Gryffindor was caught wearing green and silver or a Ravenclaw was caught wearing red the whole school would erupt in commotion and gossip.

In her opinion, the student body of Hogwarts needed to go outside more. Experience some of the real world for once.

After all it was their coy games that put her in this whole mess. She thought, as any rational being would, that after a whole year's worth of 'dates', alone, unsupervised, not under the watch of any adult, that something more would come of her relationship with Sebastian. She had hoped by now she would be wrapped in his strong arms with his green scarf wrapped around the both of them, joining them together.

She had thought wrong. Instead, it was the still the same Sebastian. Teasing tone, seductive one-liners, coy looks when he thought she wasn't watching. He always held her at an arm's length, never getting too close. Despite all of his flirty comments, he never made a verbal hint that they were anything more than friends.

Ugh, this was all so maddening. If she had it her way, she would march right up to Sebastian, grab him by the beautiful luscious curls of his, and kiss him silly until he finally got the message through that thick skull of his.

"Why isn't my brilliant plan working?" She whined as she laid beneath the sky, as if hoping it would give her the answers.

"What plan?" Natty asked, not looking up from her astronomy homework. "Your mind has been up in the clouds all day."

She groaned, throwing her arm over her eyes to block out the sun. "Why hasn't Sebastian made a pass at me yet. For Merlin's sake, we went to Three Broomsticks and Sirona gave us her Valentine's Day Special. We shared it, together. Using one spoon, like a couple."

"Have you considered that Sebastian might think you two are actually exclusive?" Poppy interjected. "I mean, you're wearing his scarf. That has to count for something."

The new student groaned. She started ripping the grass next to her in frustration. "I don't think we're dating. At least, I don't think Sebastian Sallow is the type to not snog his girlfriend silly when she drops obvious hints."

Poppy made a show of gagging at the thought of her friends making out. In retaliation, the other Hufflepuff half-hearted threw some of the plucked grass in Poppy's general direction. The strands lamely flew everywhere but their intended target.

Natty sighed, brushing the grassy debris from her astronomy chart. "Honestly, Europe is so behind. Back at home, things were much simpler. Girls do not have to wait for the man to ask them to be in a relationship! Anyone could do the asking! All of this exchanging of clothes is so silly to me. What if two people from the same House start dating? Then what? This makes no sense to me."

Poppy hummed in agreement. "Dating at Hogwarts does seem like such a headache compared to Uganda, Natty. But," she squeezed Gerald tightly, "you can't deny how cute it is when you see the couples together wearing each other clothing. They're so mismatched and adorable." Poppy paused awkwardly. "Come to think of it, I've never seen Sebastian wearing even a hint of yellow."

The air stilled. Both Poppy and Natty turned to stare at their friend who was still in the process of pulling out all of the blades of grass in her vicinity. It was a long awkward moment before the hero of Hogwarts realized that her two good friends were looking at her, expecting a reaction out of the wallowing girl.

"What?" She asked.

Poppy gave her a pitying look. "You…you did give Sebastian your scarf right?"

The new student blinked owlishly, her hands stilled in their destructive action.

Natty sighed. "A hat? Your tie? Cufflinks? Merlin's beard, even your socks would do. Anything?"

For being a wielder of ancient magic, she sure didn't have a clue as to wizarding culture. "Um, no? Was I supposed to?"

Both girls groaned. Natty shook her head, disappointed in the lack of charisma her friend had. Poppy looked at her pitifully as if she was the runt of a Niffler litter.

"What? We're supposed to trade scarves? Who made up that rule? Is that why Sebastian hasn't made a move on me?"

"YES!" The other girls replied, getting fed up with the drama.

"No one told me about this!"

The three girls bickered back and forth, homework now entirely forgotten. So lost in debate, they missed the Slytherin that was approaching them.

Imelda Reyes, captain of the Slytherin team, stood in front of them, interrupting the trio of girls. "Oh good, the losers are all gathered together." She looked rather bored as if she would rather be on the field than here.

Poppy frowned. Gerald stuck his tongue out at the offending girl. "Imelda, why do you keep calling your only friends at Hogwarts losers?"

Imelda ignored the remark, flipped her hair behind her shoulders. "It keeps the fans in line. Got to remind you lot of your place."

The Slytherin girl turned her sights onto the other Hufflepuff who was still wallowing in the grass in self-pity. "Anyway, I came to collect on my good deed. Some token of appreciation would be nice. Even a thanks would do."

The Hufflepuff sighed. She pinched her nose in frustration at the annoyance that was Imelda Reyes. Rolling over to her side, she faced the Slytherin captain. She propped up her chin on her hand. Nothing that Imelda ever have to share was interesting. "Imelda, what is it now? Why should I be groveling at your feet for this time?"

"You should be thanking me for saving your relationship with Sallow." Imelda nonchalantly stated.

The new girl spluttered, her chin slipping off of her hand and hitting the ground. She made a pained noise, rubbing at the growing bruise. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me." Imelda inspected her glossy green nails. "It's painful to see you two fumbling about like Quidditch little league toddlers. I just gave a gentle nudge in the right direction."

The bottom of her stomach was in free-fall. Imelda "helping" was never a good thing, despite what the Slytherin believed. "Imelda, what did you do?"

Imelda grinned. "Oh, you know, just started a rumor that Ominis was the one who gave you the scarf."

She finally sat up. Bits of grass stick to the Hufflepuff's hair. "Why on earth would you do that, Imelda? The whole school is going to think that Ominis is courting me!"

"Indeed."

Natty frowned. "I have to admit. I do not see the game you are trying to play. How does that help our friend?"

Imelda rolled her eyes. It was sometimes frustrating being the only Slytherin of their girl group. They were so slow to stack the odds to get what they wanted. They were so narrow-minded as they achieved their goals, seeing only a couple paths towards victory instead of the millions of possibilities Imelda always saw.

"Boys like Sallow are easy to manipulate. Start a rumor that his best friend is seeing the love of his life, and the boy will make sure to do everything in his power to correct the record." Imelda flicked off a speck of dirt on her otherwise well-polished nails. "He'll come crawling back to you in a week tops."

Poppy oo'ed in approval, clapping excitedly at the new development. Natty shot her a judging look. Poppy dropped her "oo's" to a respectful volume.

The other Hufflepuff gaped in silence, at a loss for words. "Sebastian's one of the smartest people I know. He can pick up even the most difficult spells on the first try." She crossed her arms. "He's too smart to fall for your tricks, Imelda."

Her compatriots were silent. Natty, Poppy, and Imelda ginned and looked at each other deviously. Poppy was the first to bust out in laughter, causing the other two to join in. The offended girl scowled behind her green scarf, annoyed.

The Hufflepuff rolled her eyes. "You all think so low of him. I'm telling you, Sebastian's not the type to care about this sort of petty thing. You'll see."

"Oh, we'll see alright." Imelda sneered. "I bet my best broomstick that your Slytherin will come crawling back to you on his knees. Why I bet he's foaming at the mouth right now."

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Sebastian was practically foaming at the mouth. He wanted to scream and pull his hair out. Back in the sanctuary of his dorm room, he could finally take off the mask of indifference he'd been wearing all day. Ever since he eavesdropped on the rumors surrounding the new student, they have followed him incessantly, mocking him. It seems like all the students, all the professors, even the godforsaken portraits were talking about the 'newest couple in Hogwarts'. How on earth that anyone could see her and Ominis actually together was beyond him.

Speaking of Ominis, Sebastian glanced over at his friend who was sitting comfortably in his own bed, reading a book in braille. Ominis looked serene as if he was above the petty comments of the commoners of Hogwarts.

Suspiciously aloof in Sebastian's opinion.

"How are you not bothered by all of this?" Sebastian asked. He squinted his eyes, trying to see if he could catch Ominis in the act of trickery.

Ominis sighed, marking his place in his book before closing it with an air of finality. He had foolishly hoped that the silly rumors going around Hogwarts wouldn't upset his best friend too much. The students of Hogwarts were constantly talking Sebastian after all. Gossiping about his charm around the female students, about his duels, about him getting detention for the second time that week. Sebastian was never bothered by gossip, seeming revealing in it.

This rumor was different, it would seem.

"I'm not sure what you're on about." Ominis tried.

Sebastian could smell something was up. "Don't you play dumb with me. You know exactly what I'm referring to. The whole school thinks our new friend is seeing you. Now, I believe that the heresy isn't true." Sebastian's voice threatened to crack. "Is there any reason to believe otherwise?"

The accused boy huffed, rolling his eyes. "Merlin, Sebastian, you really live up to the infamous Slytherin jealousy."

"Don't you avoid the subject." Sebastian said.

Ominis frowned, confused. "Why don't you just correct the rumors? Haven't you been courting her the whole time?"

Sebastian scowled, turning away from his friend, hiding the disappointment on his face. He'd thought that everything was going so well. Her secretive smiles and stolen glances whenever she thought Sebastian wasn't looking her way. The way she stared openly and unapologetically mid-duel as his muscles strained under the force of his spells.

"No, we're just friends, Ominis." Sebastian responded stiffly. "That's all there is too it."

Sebastian had thought that she returned his affections, especially when she accepted his scarf, a calling card of his intentions to woo her. He thought things were going even better when she invited him to an date to Three Broomsticks, reminiscing about their first of many troll attacks. Sebastian thought the date had gone perfectly when he walked her like a gentleman to her dorm.

It wasn't until she bid him a cordial, kind but only friendly, goodbye that he had realized how wrong he was. She had not returned to give Sebastian her own yellow and black scarf, a token of her acceptance towards the courting. And Sebastian had stood in front of the wine casket that hid the Hufflepuff common room, scarfless, lamenting in what an absolute fool he had been.

Ominis's frown deepened. "Enough of this nonsense, Sebastian. She's interested in you. I mean, half of the female population is. I can hear the way you two talk to each other."

Sebastian chuckled darkly. "If that were true, I'd be wearing a yellow scarf."

It had stung. The blatant, but very gentle rejection that she had given him. Sebastian wasn't raised to be a troll to woman, and Anne had taught him to be better than his peers, so he allowed himself a few days to wallow before swallowing his pride. It was privilege enough that she would be friends with him after all that had happened in their 5th year.

He was an idiot for thinking that someone as amazing as her would want to be with someone who's done so much bad as him.

Ominis shook his head. "I'm sorry, Sebastian, but I am convinced that something is afoot between the two of you. As both your friend and her friend, I can say without a shadow of doubt that the feelings are mutual. I think the time for games is finished. You must confess your feelings towards her."

Sebastian scoffed at the ridiculous notion. It's like Ominis wasn't even listening to him. Sebastian had literally just finished explaining how not interested she was in him.

"Gyffindors don't have a monopoly on courage, Sebastian." Ominis chided. "We Slytherins are brave enough to get what we want. We always have been."

Sebastian narrowed his eyes. He could feel the venom on his tongue. "Oh? How's courting my sister working for you?"

Sebastian wasn't sure what reaction he was expecting from Ominis. What Sebastian was for sure not expecting was for a blush to creep its way up Ominis's neck. His best friend sat ramrod straight, as still as a statute. Ominis was incapable of schooling his expression and looked like a child who was caught in a lie.

Sebastian's mouth dropped at Ominis's shift in demeanor. While he had some suspicions over the nature of Ominis's outings beyond Hogwarts grounds, it was a different matter entirely to have confirmation that Ominis was attempting to woo his twin sister.

The two boys were quiet, frozen in place. The air in the dorms was stifling and awkward.

Ominis cleared his dry throat, very comfortable with pretending that he was also selectively deaf. "Well, anyways, it is my humble opinion that our friend is head over heels for you. All you need to do is ask."

Sebastian threw up his arms. He was going to get nowhere with this infuriating boy. Giving up, he collapsed, face first, on his bed, defeated.

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The Hufflepuff sighed, chewing on the end of her quill. Sitting on one of the dusty decrepit armchairs of the Undercroft, she relished in these moments of silence. No one, student, professor, or villager, was asking anything of her. Instead, she could simply be alone with her thoughts.

Unfortunately, her thoughts often revolved around Sebastian.

She rested her head against her fist and blew a raspberry in frustration. The parchment before her was riddled with crossed out phrases and giant bleeding blotches of ink where her quill had paused. She had spent the whole afternoon trying to come up with…something to say to Sebastian. Four hours of work only to come up with nothing. Ugh. Why did words have to be so hard?

Maybe everyone was right. It would be much easier just to throw him a Hufflepuff jumper and call it a day.

Before she could finalize her thoughts, the iron gates of the Undercroft swung open. She hastily stuffed the quill and parchment into a random pocket in her bags. She couldn't help but fix her hair, just in case it was Sebastian.

In walked the very man who had been on her mind all day. And Sebastian Sallow looked rather miffed. Hands already clenched in frustrations, he walked up to her. His eyes trailed up and down her form.

"What are you wearing?" he asked without preamble.

There was a sense of deja vu at the question. "My school uniform? Because…I go here? I'm a Hogwarts student?"

Sebastian frowned. "Where's your scarf?"

She huffed. Really? Out of millions of important things they had to talk about: Sebastian's behavior, Anne, their maybe date, their questionable relationship status. Her scarf was the thing he chose to fixate on? "It's warm outside, Sebastian. Why on earth would I be wearing a scarf in the spring?"

He scowled, now pacing unable to contain his anxiety. So she decided not to wear his scarf anymore. What did this mean? This only proved Sebastian's theory that she did reject his affections. Ominis's words of encouragement last night only worsened Sebastian's current mood. Ominis had no idea what he was talking about. Maybe after all this time, she finally learned the symbolism behind the gifted scarf and was appalled at Sebastian's rather forward claim on her. Maybe the rumors were to be believed, and she was interested in Ominis. Maybe her and Ominis "studying at the library together" actually had no studying whatsoever. Maybe-

His thoughts got interrupted when something rather soft smacked him square in the face. Whatever the scratchy material was had hit in right in his open eyes. His eyes watered, stinging at the insult.

"What in Merlin's beard?" He ripped the offending fabric off his face.

In his hands was a warm, yellow and black striped Hufflepuff scarf. The one that she had worn throughout the fall. The one that always managed to hide her teasing smiles and blushes. It smelled of their shared apple tarts and a bit singed at the edges as if one of her Confringo spells exploded a bit too close for comfort.

It smelled like her.

He looked up to catch her gaze. She was leaning with all her weight on one foot with her arms crossed, slightly annoyed at the silly affair.

Sebastian recovered quickly. He couldn't stop the grin from his face. He felt like he was back to his old self, just like how he was when the two of them first met. "Well, well, I was waiting for you to pay me back eventually. Nice to know that Hufflepuffs have some manners."

She huffed, tired of these games and double-speak. "You know, if you don't want it, you can always give it back."

"Now hold on," Sebastian cut her off, already wrapping it possessively around his neck in intricate woven pattern so tight so she couldn't even separate it from him if he tried. "I never said I didn't appreciate the gift."

She rolled her eyes. Walking up to him, she picked at the scarf on instinct, fluffing it in a more comfortable manner for him. "This is frankly so dumb."

He hummed in delight at his Hufflepuff fussing over him. With her so close to him now, he felt like a purring Kneazle. "Well, as dumb as you think it is, I think I look rather fetching in yellow. Don't you think so, sweetheart?"

She choked on her spit, hands frozen on her scarf. She missed the safety of the green and silver scarf that allowed her to hide her expressions from the world around her. With a scarlet face, she muttered. "Sebastian Sallow, you know I find you attractive."

Sebastian smirked, preening under her words.

Whatever speech she had drafted now forgotten in favor of venting her frustrations out onto him. "You should also know that you drive me absolutely bonkers. I just can't believe we had to go through this whole song and dance. Merlin, I've been drunk on the Amortentia that is you, Sebastian Sallow, for a whole two years now." Her hands tighten the grip that she had on hers (now Sebastian's?) yellow scarf. "I've been in love with you ever since you first took me to Hogsmeade. Merlin's beard, Sebastian, I've taken you as my companion to every poacher duel I can think of. We explore the most dangerous dungeons together. We fight off foul Acromantulas together. And it takes a silly yellow scarf for you to finally realize my feelings for you?"

She finally looked up at him, her fierce eyes finding his. What she wasn't expecting was a rare moment of vulnerability on Sebastian's face. The confident charming boy before her looked uncertain all of a sudden.

His rough hands reached up to gently meet hers, holding her in place. "Why would someone as good as you want someone who's done so much evil like me?"

And therein laid the truth of Sebastian's fears. If the savior of Hogwarts was too good for people as dull and drab as Garreth or Prewett, then in what world would she want to be with someone who had so much blood on his hands as Sebastian? No, she deserved the best. And it certainly wasn't someone like him.

She was flabbergasted. She was so used to the Sebastian Sallow she first met. The boy whose Slytherin ambitions urged him to greedily take what was rightfully his. Where was the young brash and carefree optimistic boy whose boldness and forwardness had charmed her?

She gently removed her hands from his. His expression was caged off from her. Gently, she reached up to caress his face, angling his chin slightly downwards so he could look at her in the eye. He turned to her, like a wilting flower dying for the sun. The walls around him melted as his knitted brow soften to look at her.

"Sebastian, you are rash and reckless. You are possessive and incredibly jealous, even though you have no reason to be." The other boy looked away, trying to pull away from her. She held his chin in place forcing him to look at her. He looked gorgeous in yellow.

"You're also the most devoted person I know, devoted to Ominis, to Anne, to me. You fight so fiercely to protect what is yours both on the battlefield and off of it. Everything you have done, both the good and the awful, has been because of your love. Everything that you are, your recklessness, your kindness, has been because of your love, your devotion to those that you care for. How could I not fall in love with you?"

The bright joyous colors brought a sunny aura to his usual darkened expressions. The Hufflepuff scarf around his neck made him look lighter, more open to the possibilities around him. The hues of yellow reflected the golden flecks that were hidden in his brown eyes.

He scoffed, trying not to think too hard at her words, not willing to break into a million pieces in front of her. "You are so brilliant, sweetheart, you could have anyone you wanted in the world. I'm just a boy from some hamlet who couldn't even save his sister."

Her shoulders softened. Oh, Sebastian. "That's not true. I am here with you, Sebastian. I am choosing to be here with you. I will always choose to be here with you, in this moment."

He could see her eyes dip down to look at his lips. And with that, it was like the weak dam to his flood of emotions was broken. He surged forward catching her lips in his. His hands flew up to cup both sides of her face, marveling at the beauty he was holding. She responded in turn, throwing her hands around his neck. She met the storm that was Sebastian with equal ferocity. Her lips pressed forward, almost bruising him with the passionate intention behind it.

He could feel the curl of her smile against his. Her long eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks as if they were kissing the freckles that they found there. She smelled of their shared apple tarts, and her lips were warm against his. In her arms, he felt safe, like the world was created just for the two of them.

Lungs dying, he could barely stand ripping himself away from her. He rested his forehead against hers, not wanting to let go of this moment even for a second. His thumb was still caressing her cupped face, marveling at the miracle that was the savior of Hogwarts.

"You should know, you are never getting your scarf back." Sebastian quipped.

She let out a breath of laughter. Sebastian eagerly chased it with another quick kiss. Later, much, much later, after he was finished kissing his darling silly, he'll walk out the Undercroft with a yellow scarf around his neck holding hands with his Hufflepuff wearing that green scarf of hers.

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sweet nothing | sv5

"all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing"

summary: after years of battling infertility, seb was still by her side. he didn't need anything else but her... but maybe their lives were about to get a little more crowded

warning: a little bit sad at times but overall fluff, mentions of endometriosis, infertility, inability to conceive, fertility treatments and pregnancy, mentions of a person attacking the reader for not continuing with treatments to have children, mentions of anxiety and insecurity

pairing: sebastian vettel x reader

word count: 3.0k

note: everything in bold are song references and in italic are thoughts, which includes memories from the past. I would also like to point out that I am not a doctor nor do I have professional knowledge on the subject, having relied on personal experience and the additional research I did on the subject. I tried my best not to be too focused on the medicinal terms so I wouldn't give the wrong information.

german words used: liebling = darling; engel = angel; schatz = sweetheart

no better week to post this story than the week we say goodbye to Seb. nobody talk to me during race weekend, because I'll be busy crying my heart out. 😭 it's so sad to see Seb leave but above all, I hope he is the happiest person in the world with his family and that he knows that he is forever a legend of this sport. danke Seb, you will forever be my number 1 💘

masterlist

I spy with my little tired eye

Tiny as a firefly

A pebble that we picked up last July

Down deep inside your pocket

We almost forgot it

Does it ever miss Wicklow sometimes?

"You are 18 weeks pregnant, Mrs Vettel." The obstetrician told her.

"That's not possible," Y/N replied, not being able to believe the words she was hearing. The only sound she could hear at that moment was her own heart pounding loudly in her ears like heavy rain hitting the window glass during a storm. "Please check again. There must be an error in the ultrasound machine, it has to be."

The doctor turned the screen so the woman could see the image displayed. Y/N found herself completely paralyzed by the shock it caused her. It can't be, she still didn't believe it.

But it is true, she understood that when she read her information at the top of the monitor. It was there: 'Y/N Vettel', along with her age, her gender and the correct date of that miraculous day.

"Are you sure you didn't notice any symptoms?" The professional asked, curious. "Your pregnancy is already a little over four months. You've certainly felt something, or noticed something different in your body."

The truth is that she had noticed a thousand differences in herself over the last few years, but, convinced by the doctors that she was not capable of having a baby and already resigned that it was not a part of her plans, she chose to ignore them until she had no choice but to come to the doctor to confirm.

It all started when her period missed its usual date, something she quickly attributed to the stress, the work, and the constant travels she had to make to support her husband around the world.

This was followed by the sudden tiredness and fatigue she felt and her abrupt mood swings (immediately noticed by Sebastian, who was the one suffering the most because of them). But once again, work and travel became the explanations constantly given.

When she was in Japan about two months prior, that's when nausea started but, I mean, it was Japan and the woman didn't deprive herself at all from eating and enjoying all the exotic foods of that magical country, which logically had caused some sort of food poisoning, she thought.

All of these alterations had plausible answers, and none of them sounded out of the ordinary until Y/N started noticing a small bump in her stomach, though still nothing major.

At first, she wondered if it was due to her sloppiness in her exercise routine. But when she found herself looking at her reflection in the mirror and starting to create expectations about a hypothetical baby, the driver's wife decided that the best thing would be to step back from dreamland and go to the doctor.

Not because she expected to hear that her biggest dream had finally come true, but rather to keep her from imagining a life that would never be possible, or so she thought.

When looking at her baby for the first time, tears began to form in her eyes. He was so small, tiny as a firefly, but so real. His little feet, his delicate hands, his loving face. She couldn't believe that love of such a dimension could instantly consume her, warm her soul, and fill her with hope and dreams long forgotten.

"It's a boy, isn't it?" she asked, sure the answer would be yes. Inexplicably perhaps, as soon as she looked at him, all she could see was Sebastian.

Oh my god, how could I, she panicked. Y/N was so confident that this trip to the doctor would be nothing and now all she could think about was how she had taken away her husband's experience of being able to find out about the pregnancy on her side.

"Yes, it's a little boy." The obstetrics confirmed after a few minutes, smiling at the pregnant woman lying on the bed. "How did you know?"

"I don't know, it was just a feeling." Y/N replied. "And... And is everything alright with him?"

"Don't worry, my dear." The doctor placed her hand over the other woman's. "He is perfect and seems to be completely out of harm's way. Now you just have to take care of yourselves and enjoy the process."

They said the end is comin'

Everyone’s up to somethin'

I find myself runnin' home to your sweet nothings

Outside, they’re push and shovin'

You're in the kitchen hummin'

All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothin'

After tucking two copies of the ultrasound carefully into the bottom of her suitcase, the woman left the clinic on a mission: running home to her lover's sweet nothings.

A few meters ahead, she managed to signal for a taxi to stop and thus began her journey home. The happiness she felt radiated everywhere as she leaned the top of her head against the car window and recalled all the stormy moments that had brought her here, to the happiest day of her life.

"Seb, I can't see. You do it." The young woman told her husband, covering her eyes, afraid to know the test result in front of them.

"Okay, liebling. Relax." He said, placing his hands on her shoulders in an attempt to control his wife's stress. "Regardless of the outcome, we'll deal with it, together." He placed a soft kiss on the top of her hair.

They had been trying to have a baby for a few months now, without success, and she especially was starting to feel the pressure. Seb, the more peaceful and patient of the two, did what he could to reassure her that they would be okay, come what may, but Y/N was starting to think something was wrong with her.

The driver took the white stick and turned it over, immediately noticing the two pink stripes. "Engel..." His voice whispered, barely audible. "You- We- We are having a baby."

In disbelief, she took his hand to confirm it with her own eyes. "Oh my god, we made it. We're having a baby." The two embraced and the world around them disappeared as the newlyweds wept with happiness.

The couple immediately called their parents and close family, excited to share the good news with everyone. Everyone knew how much this child was wanted and how much they tried to make it a reality.

They were so happy for a few days.

Two days later, the two went to the clinic to confirm that all was well with their future son or daughter. The process was very normal at first. They filled out the proper paperwork and answered the typical necessary questions. She then lay in bed while the doctor put the gel on her stomach and pressed the ultrasound probe into her belly, expecting to see their baby on the monitor.

They were fairly calm, until the obstetrician left the room without warning, returning minutes later with an older man, clearly a more experienced doctor, to help with the consultation.

Y/N and Seb looked at each other, both fearing the worst. But neither of them expected the words the doctor said to them as they all sat around his secretary.

"I'm afraid the positive test Mrs Vettel took a few days ago was a false positive." The man revealed.

On the way home

I wrote a poem

You say, "What a mind"

This happens all the time

Ooh, ooh

On her way home, the anticipation of telling her husband about their miracle grew as Y/N approached her destination.

As she got out of the taxi after paying the nice gentleman who drove her, the woman stopped to look around the neighbourhood. God, how perfect it was to raise a child there, she thought, as soon as her eyes fell on the image of a father and his little son playing football.

She could picture Seb and their baby boy a few years from then right there, kicking the ball around, and that would more than compensate for all the hardships they'd been through.

Since the day she was confronted with her endometriosis and for the next three years, Sebastian and his wife spent days on end with doctors and specialists, testing natural methods and different medications, and reading books on the subject.

A thousand different diagnoses, a thousand treatment options, and a thousand advice guides from people who had gone through the same thing.

All this led to discouragement and exhaustion for both of them.

"Sebastian, I don't think this will work..." She admitted, afraid of upsetting him. "We've tried everything."

"Liebling..." The driver called out to her, pain notable in his voice. "If it doesn't work out, we can always build our family in another way. We have fostering, surrogacy, adoption..."

"I'm tired of this, Seb." She confessed, for the first time, exhausted from the whole process and with tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "I'm tired of trying."

'Cause they said the end is comin'

Everyone's up to somethin’

I find myself runnin’ home to your sweet nothings

Outside, they're push and shovin’

You're in the kitchen hummin'

All that you ever wanted from me was nothin'

Y/N put her key in the lock and turned it, opening the door to the cosy blue house where they lived.

As soon as she entered her home, the young woman immediately smelled the magnificent scent of her favourite dish in the air, following it to the kitchen.

And there he was.

In the kitchen humming, swaying his hips gently to the music that played softly beside him as he prepared dinner.

She couldn't pass up that moment to stop and appreciate the love of her life.

Although he was a star of the Formula 1 world, had four world championships under his belt and was an idol to thousands of people around the world, Sebastian was his best version like this: at home, with his small acts of love, so simple and humble.

Without realizing it, Y/N let out a sob, just as she started to cry. She wept with joy, with gratitude, with love. He was without a doubt her best friend and she couldn't have chosen anyone better to be by her side than the German.

"Engel, what's the matter?" Seb asked, turning quickly to her and approaching her, as soon as he heard her cry. "What happened? Is something wrong?"

Industry disruptors and soul deconstructors

And smooth-talking hucksters out glad-handing each other

And the voices that implore, "You should be doing more"

To you, I can admit that I’m just too soft for all of it

"What do you mean you're going to stop treatments?" Y/N's mother questioned, with a scorned face. "You should be doing more, not giving up, for God's sake."

In fact, the relationship between Y/N and her mother had never been easy or healthy, but still, it hurt her to hear such judgment coming from someone who was supposed to love and support her unconditionally.

"Mum, that was our decision. It doesn't matter what you think is right or what you think is best." Y/N declared, trying to keep herself calm.

"That's what you say now." The older lady spoke up, her muscles tense with anger and not caring in the least about her daughter's feelings. "Not only are you depriving me of having grandchildren, but you are also preventing your own husband from having his own children. By choice. It won't take long to find someone else to give them to him. You'll see."

It won't take long to find someone else to give them to him.

You'll see.

Those terrible words were chanting in the poor girl's head, like a scratched record stuck in the same song.

It was safe to say that that conversation between mother and daughter had more consequences than expected from a simple breakfast. Y/N's mood was ruined for the rest of her day.

After returning home to her husband, the woman occasionally excused herself to the bathroom during the day in an attempt to hide the tears that threatened to fall.

However, Seb knew her better than the back of his hand. As soon as he looked at her walking through the door, he knew something was wrong, but he tried to give her space so she felt comfortable opening up to him about what was going on.

When the driver realized that he had no other option but to intervene, he entered the bathroom without warning, coming face to face with the image of his wife sitting on the toilet, crying as she hid in between her hands.

"Schatz, please talk to me." Seb pleaded, running his hand carefully over her hair as he lowered himself to her level.

"You're going to leave me, that's what's wrong." She confessed, letting her voice rise in volume. "All because I'm a complete failure as a woman and as a wife. I've tried, I've tried everything. But I can't give you the family you want, or the children you deserve."

"What are you talking about?" He asked, more confused than ever by his wife's sudden insecurity.

"You deserve so much better than me, Seb..." Y/N looked right into his eyes, trying to apologize for something she had no control over. "To you I can admit that I'm just too soft for all this. I can't live with the guilt of ruining your dreams anymore."

"Liebling, stop. Look at me." He took her hands and placed them on top of his own cheeks, making her maintain eye contact between them. "You are more than enough. I would give up everything for you. I don't need children, championships, money or fame." He continued, leaning his head against her thighs.

"All that I ever wanted from you was nothing. You are literally the only thing I need in this world to be happy."

They said the end is comin'

Everyone's up to somethin'

I find myself runnin' home to your sweet nothings

Outside, they're push and shovin'

You're in the kitchen hummin'

All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothin'

Y/N grabbed the collar of the army green shirt her husband was wearing and pulled him to her, letting her lips cover his.

She poured all of her feelings into that kiss, quickly reciprocated with the same intensity by Seb as soon as he got over the shock of her unexpected movement.

Her tears continued to stream down her face, and although the German could taste them in his mouth, he knew that, no matter what was going on with Y/N, that demonstration of love between them was exactly what she needed at that time.

As soon as their now swollen lips parted ways, Sebastian broke the silence. "As much as I love every time you kiss me like that, I'm getting worried, engel. Did something happen? Where were you?"

"Oh sweetheart, something happened, yes, and you'll never believe what I have to tell you." Her smile appeared on her face again, so bright and cheerful, that her partner felt the corners of his mouth mirror the movement of her lips.

They said the end is comin'

Everyone's up to somethin'

I find myself runnin' home to your sweet nothings

Outside, they're push and shovin'

You're in the kitchen hummin'

"I'm honestly so lost, schatz." The man laughed, shaking his head. "But I can assume by your face that it's a good thing, I think?"

She laughed along with him, placing a sweet kiss on his cheek as she turned to her purse. Her hand reached for the rectangular image hidden at the bottom of the bag.

Seb held out his hand, expecting her to put the mysterious object on top of it.

His eyes were deceiving him. It can't be, his thoughts racing.

"Are- Are you- Is this yours?" He stuttered nervously.

Y/N nodded her head and wrapped the blond man around the waist. "We're going to have a baby, my love. It finally happened."

"But you- We- The treatments stopped-" He couldn't even form a complete sentence, which made his partner giggle like a little kid.

"Looks like he was just waiting for the right moment to show up." She leaned her cheek against her best friend's chest as he placed his chin on the top of her head.

"He? Is it a boy?" His voice faltered for a moment, unable to contain his emotion.

"Oops, surprise?" He felt her chest rise and fall against his as Y/N chuckled softly.

"I couldn't be happier, liebling." Sebastian looked at her, full on crying, with his hands over his wife's cheeks. "Just having you by my side makes me the happiest man in the world."

"I can't wait to meet our baby. I bet he's going to be your twin." She laughed, returning to her soulmate's warm embrace. "Thank you, Seb."

"Thanks for what?"

"Thank you for wanting nothing from me except for me."

"I love you more than anything, you and our little one." He placed his hand on her stomach for the first time, feeling the small bump, much to his shock.

"And I love you, Vettel." She replied, feeling a single tear run down her face.

"Michael won't believe me when I tell him this."

All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothin'

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tarirose · 1 year

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Anything Sebastian, fluffy, smut related, I need it allllll

Starry Night

Sebastian Sallow x f!reader

Summary: You and Sebastian had been friends since you came to Hogwarts. But you distanced yourself after fifth year from what he did. He invites you to join him one night. Finally telling you how he feels. And wants to make you his girl.

Warnings: Fluff and Smut. Characters are aged up.

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You were sat in the Great Hall, studying over your Herbology textbook, eating breakfast with Poppy. It was a quite, early morning. Most of the students were still in bed, but you loved the refreshing feeling of a crisp, cold morning before your classes.

You had your head buried in between your book, focused and busy to notice your surroundings. You felt a tug and a push at your shoulder, “Y/N? Are you there?” Poppy whispered faintly, trying not to get the attention of anyone.

“What?” You replied back, eyes still peeled directly into your textbook.

“He’s staring at you again.” Poppy caught a certain someone, sitting at the Slytherin table, his eyes glued onto you, watching your every move, with a grin plastered to his face.

“Who? Poppy, can’t you see I’m trying to stud-“

“Sebastian.” As soon as she spoke his name, you felt your heart flutter, and it perked up your attention.

You had been friends with Sebastian for about two years now. He was known to be a big flirt, a confident, cocky guy, who you had grown awfully attached to. The two of you weren’t as close as you used to be, fifth year changed that. You both still spoke, still trusted each other, still respected each other. But you needed time to forgive him. Let him realise what he had done. Heal from what he did. And hopefully grow up some more. He was a stubborn guy, one who didn’t care, or seem fazed by his actions, and who he hurted. You distanced yourself from him, so he could learn from his mistakes.

You were sat daydreaming about him, the thoughts running through your mind, of what could of been. You missed the guy you used to know. The one who would take you on trips to Hogsmede, the one who showed you the undercroft and told you all his secrets. But there’s no way that he felt the same towards you. He was stunning, more than he used to be. He had grown taller, his facial features were more defined. He had grown muscle, and his clothes sat tightly around him.

You put your book down and turned to face Poppy, trying to avoid Sebastian’s gaze. His own eyes burning into you.

“He does that a lot you know? Just sits there, staring at you.” Poppy speaks up, giving you a slight smile. She knew how you felt about him, she was your best friend.

“We’re just friends, Poppy.” You muttered, picking your book back up, trying to avert the eyes currently still lingering on you.

“This is more than a friendship, Y/N. Amit doesn’t look at you like that, Everett do-“

“Poppy, it’s nothing. That’s just how Sebastian is, he looks at most girls like that. You’ve seen how close he sometimes gets to Samantha.” You quickly interrupted her, getting slightly annoyed, and jealous at the thought of him with another girl that wasn’t you.

“No, this is different. He isn’t interested in anyone else, he’s always quick to get away from them. He doesn’t look at anyone the way he looks at you. Trust me, this is way different.” She signed, noticing how your fingers were now gripping your book. She just wanted you to be happy. And if that meant with Sebastian, then she would do anything for you to notice how he truly was with you. “You’re so oblivious to it, you definitely have an admirer. He hasn’t taken his eyes off you since we’ve been in here. It’s like he got up early to see you. It’s cute.” Poppy was trying to be quiet, but it came out anything other than intended. Even grabbing Sebastian’s attention, a smile started growing across his face.

You lifted your head from your book, and gazed ahead of you, and you caught his eye. His deep brown eyes just staring straight into you. He really didn’t make it any less obvious. Clearing your throat, you shifted your gaze back to your book.

“I told you so.” Poppy snickered.

“Still, just friends Poppy. Nothing more.” You said suddenly, you were trying to convince yourself that it meant nothing. But who were you fooling. You were head over heels for him.

You tried to ignore her and the thoughts in your head, but you hear Poppy once again, “Then tell me why he’s walking this way, to our table?” She nudged you back to reality, removing the book from your hands.

You turned your gaze to meet him as he swiftly approached the table you and Poppy were sat at. You could feel your ears and cheeks burning up, your heart beating even faster.

“Hello Y/N, Poppy.” Sebastian said, sitting down opposite you, flashing you a sweet but smug grin.

“Hey Sebastian, I was actually just about to go. I’ll see you later Y/N!” Poppy nudged you once again under the table, but before you could say anything, she was gone. Leaving you all alone with him.

You signed heavily, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Hey, I’m a bit preoccupied.”

He took the book from your hands before you could even begin to open it. “Hey!” You shouted, irritated that he was interrupting your only time to have peace.

“You’re cute when you’re mad.” Sebastian muttered, reaching over the table to touch your hand.

You froze at his touch, his heat radiating through you. His fingers grazing over your skin, so softly and delicate. You pulled your hand away from his, turning your face away from him, and grabbing your book back. He signed, and you quickly turned to look at him, his smile had vanished and his eyebrows were now furrowed together. He stood up to leave and you let out a breath of relief, and sadness. You hated to admit that you liked him. Tried not to show him how he made you feel, how you flustered at a single touch.

You assumed he had walked away and left, but you quickly found him now sitting next to you. His hands once again finding their way to yours, under the table, locking his fingers into yours.

He tightened his grip around your hands, giving it a gentle but firm squeeze. You found yourself admiring his features. He was handsome. The two of you were so close, faces almost touching, you could of counted all of his freckles, all of his eyelashes. His cologne filling your nostrils, lingering around you.

“I want to show you something, but later. I think you’ll like it.” He spoke up, his breath was so close to you. You could feel your body emitting that same heat, his own cheeks bashfully reddening.

“Show me what?”

“It’s a surprise, I can’t be telling you, otherwise I’ll spoil it.” That grin appearing back over his face. He removed one of his hands from yours, and reached for your chin, lifting your face up to connect your gaze to one another. “I’ll wait for you by the entrance, let’s say about 7? Will you come? Please?”

You took a few seconds to think about your choice, wondering what he was up to. All you could reply with was “Fine.”

As harsh, and cold as you sounded, Sebastian was over the moon. He sent you a wide smile, and gave you a quick kiss on your cheek before getting up and leaving.

You were nervous. Sure you had known Sebastian a long time, and you have always been by his side. But Poppy was right. This was different. You made your way to the entrance, and there he was. Leaning against a pillar, a smile spreading across his face as he saw you. He made his way up to you, taking your hand in his, gently kissing the palm of it.

“You look beautiful, darling.” He whispered into your ear, trying to hide the flush that was glowing over his own face. He removed his own scarf, placing it around your neck. “You’ll be cold. Plus, it looks better on you.” His smell once again hovering around you.

He grabbed your hand, pulling you close to him, holding you to him as he walked you to wherever he was taking you. You reached a secluded part inside the Forbidden Forest. A patch of grass, surrounded by flowers, flowers that you love and admired. Floating candles setting a dim, but romantic setting. A perfect view of the clear starry night sky. The moon was beaming down a ray of light, where a picnic was set up.

“Do you like it?” Sebastian asked, running his hands through his hair. “I tried to get all of your favourite things, I know how much you like these flowers, I thought that I-“

“It’s beautiful Sebastian, but, why?” You replied, taken back by what was in front of you. Why did he do all this was all you could think.

He offered you to sit down next to him, he scooted himself closer to you. You quirked your eyebrow when you saw his arm resting around your waist.

“I just wanted you to have a nice time. All you’ve been doing is studying. I, I, uhm, well.. I-“ He stumbled over his words. Having you here, next to him, so close. He didn’t know what to say. Without thinking, he grabbed the back of your head, tangling his fingers into your hair, drawing you into a kiss.

He pulled away, still holding you close. He whispered into your ear, his breath sending tingles down your spine, “You really are beautiful.”

“Sebastian, what is this? What’s going on?” You said, surprised by what you just encountered. Missing the taste of his lips on yours. His smell still remaining around you.

He took a deep breath, eyes diverting from yours, his hands slightly shaking whilst holding you. “Y/N, I, I, ugh. Look, I like you. A lot… okay, maybe a bit more than a lot.” He let out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I know you wanted to stay away from me, and I don’t blame you for your choice to distance yourself after what I put you through. I hate myself everyday for what happened. I put you in danger, and I’ve tried everyday to change who I am, to be a better man, to be better for you.” He ran a hand through his hair, the other still resting on your waist.

“You’re on my mind all the time, everyday. Most times, I can’t concentrate, because you’re always occupying my mind.”

You rested your head on his shoulder, burying your nose into his clothes, clinging your arms around him. “I thought Poppy was going mad when she told me how you look at me.”

He tightened his grip around you, smiling into your hair. Planting a kiss, and running circles over your back. He never wanted to let you go. It was a perfect way to spend an evening together.

You let out a heartfelt sign, moving your way in between his legs, placing your back to his chest and resting your head against him. He wrapped his arms firmly around you, lowering his own head to rest near the crook of your neck. He planted another gentle, light kiss, right below your ear. You could feel his heartbeat, racing through his chest.

“Y/N?” Sebastian softly spoke into your ear, placing another kiss in the same spot below your ear.

“Mhm?”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just enjoying the moment and the company.” You replied, placing your hands over his.

He laced his fingers into yours, still holding you in place against him. He smiled again into your hair, taking in the scent of you. Running his fingers against your hands. He was warm, he was gentle. He made you feel safe. He was a completely different man than the one you met two years ago.

You turned around, relaxing yourself from his grip. Climbing over him, you pulled him into a kiss. He drew you closer to him, his strong hands again resting around your waist. Deepening the kiss, hungrily moving his lips against yours. Your noses bumping each other’s, making you both smile on each other mouths. His hands began wandering over your body, finding their way under your robes, gripping his fingers into your hip. Grazing his fingers over your soft, warm skin.

He moved his head and buried it into your neck, kissing you along your jaw. Biting into your neck, leaving marks on his territory. He gently kissed over each mark he left, always making sure you were okay.

“Darling, I want this, but I want to make sure you do. I want to make sure you’re okay.” He spoke softly, whilst laying down kisses, between every other word.

“Sebastian, I like you aswell. Yes, I want this.”

He rolled you over onto your back, making sure you were comfortable laying beneath him. He had grown so much taller, towering over you. He increased the kisses, throwing his tongue into your mouth, flicking around your own. Biting down on your lower lip. Trialing even more kisses down your jaw, back to your neck. His hands now roaming under your clothes. His hands, cupping each of your breasts, rubbing circles over your nipples. Your legs fall open slightly, allowing him to slot himself between you.

Freeing one hand, he found his way to your skirt. Slowly lifting it up, he pulled your panties to the side, gliding his fingers over your entrance. Gently rubbing and circling around you. He continues the motion, your lips parting from the kiss to take a breath, pressing against each other once more. He slid a finger in, whilst still using his thumb to rub circles over your clit, sending you a pleasant pleasure rushing through you.

“Is this okay, darling?” He says against your lips.

All you could do was nod. He slides another finger in, quickening up his pace. You couldn’t keep still, trying to grind your hips against his fingers. He closed his eyes, bringing his head lower down to catch your lips in another kiss. This time, more passionate, more deep. He let out a breathless moan, biting down on your bottom lip. He swiftly pulled away, removing his fingers from you. Looking down at you under him, with a filthy, but ever so sweet grin on his face.

“Look at you, all soaking wet for me.” His hands freely roaming over your thighs, lifting your legs over his shoulders, as he lowered his head between your legs. He buried his nose and mouth right into your clit. Your fingers winding into his brown locks, pushing him more into you. He gracefully drags his tongue throughout your folds. Circling over your entrance, leaving wet sweet kisses.

“Seb-“ You whisper, feeling a wave of emotion rush over you.

He dipped his tongue gently inside, teasing you, driving you wild. Then began to suck and flick, then back to the circular motions. Moving up and down against you in a fast pace. His entire mouth pressed deep onto your clit. You continue to moan, louder the more he moves against you. You grind your hips even more against his face, burying himself more into you, nuzzling even his nose around you.

His eyes never leaving yours. You can see the intense lust in his eyes, watching you. Smiling into your folds as soon as he sees you arch your back, throwing your head back to cry out more sweet moans of his name. He continues to explore you. Every now and then, biting down and pulling at your folds. He began claiming sloppy kisses, flicking with his tongue until you could no longer take it. Your back arching even more, feeling your release. He carries on kissing and sucking as you cum all over his face. He happily licks all of it up. You body jerking at the sensation of him still sending you kisses on your sensitive spot.

“Was that okay, sweetheart?” Sebastian asked, bringing his head up to meet your lips. Cleaning up his face, whilst waiting for your reply.

Your chest was heaving, trying to find your own breath. You let out a shaky quiet “Yes.”

“I can’t hear you darling.”

“Yes. It was amazing.” You moaned into his mouth, kissing him again deeply. You could feel his length between your legs. You lift your hips up to grind against him. Calling him for more.

“It’s only going to get better, my love.” He whispers, pressing himself more into your legs, so that you could grind harder against him. His own arousal getting the better of him.

“Can I take these of sweetie?” He asks, running his hands over your clothes, and you nod. He gently removes your clothes, tossing them to the side. Before removing his own and placing them with yours. He goes back to intertwine your bodies together, positioning himself between your legs, pressing his body into yours, resting his length against your entrance. You begin to grind bare against him, he groans into your neck, running his hands up and over your body.

“Beautiful.” Was all he could whisper into your ear again, his eyes lingering over every part of your body, running kisses all over you. Not missing a single inch of you. His kisses were sloppy and loud.

“Are you ready for me, darling? I promise, it will feel good. Just let me know if I hurt you in any way and I’ll stop.” He says, wanting to make sure you’re okay. He was scared of hurting you again.

“I’m ready, Sebastian. Please, I, I need more.”

He begins to slowly push into you, the stretch hurts you, and you throw your head back, wincing in pain. Sebastian suddenly comes to a stop.

“Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?” He asks, concerned about how you’re feeling. Not wanting you to feel uncomfortable, or in any kind of pain.

“I’m okay Sebastian. Don’t worry.” You reassure him, sending him a smile and smashing your lips into his.

Sebastian reaches down to rub circles over your clit, to help you with the pain, you moan out in pleasure again. Your mind being taken away from him pushing himself back into you. Once he’s fully in, he sends you a soft pleasing forehead kiss, stroking your hair.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asks again, groaning into another kiss to your head, from the feeling of himself now fully inserted into you.

“Yes, it just slightly hurts, but I’ll be fine.” Running your hands through his hair, as he presses more sloppy kisses into your neck.

“As long as you’re okay, and fine with me to carry on. I’ll make you feel good, my love. I promise.” He whispers, slowly thrusting himself into you, finding his pace moderately to let you ease into it. You gradually begin to repose into him, grinding and matching his rhythm.

Sebastian took this as a sign to fasten his pace, gently pushing his hips into you. You pulled his body closer to you, allowing him to rest into your neck. He started to thrust harder and faster. Pounding right into you, both of you moaning into each other’s ears. Digging one of your hands through his hair and pulling his head back, the other scratching into his back, leaving your mark on him. His own hand finding its way to your throat, clinging onto you, as you let out severe breathy moans.

“I’m gonna cum, darling.” He grunted through his raspy voice. Thrusting deeper and deeper into you, burying his head more into your neck, his thrusts were getting sloppy and loud. You could feel yourself tightening around the grip of him.

“Fuckkkkkkk, Y/N, you feel so good babygirl.” Sebastian praises you, resting his forehead on yours. Both of your bodies heavily shaking, releasing his own orgasm, as he breathes a pleasurable groan into your open mouth. He can feel you getting more tight around him. All of your own juices flowing out of you, drenching his own length still inside of you. He uses a few last extra thrusts, sloppy and wet as your bodies are pressed together on sweat. The two of you melting together as one.

He pulled himself out lightly, gently patting you down and wiping you clean. He was pure, and caring. Always made sure your needs came before his own. He placed himself down next to you, shoving some fallen hair from your face behind you ear, brushing it with his fingers to put it back in place.

“How was that, sweetheart?” He spoke smoothly, pulling you closer to his body, running his hands through your hair.

“Perfect Sebastian. You’re perfect.” You breathed out, still trying to catch your own pace of breath.

He let out a low laugh, “I told you I’ll make you feel good, darling.”

He kissed your forehead, pulling your face into his chest. He rested one of his hands onto the back of your head, and the other on your back. Caressing over you. He felt over protective of you. He had hurt you once before, he wasn’t going to let it happen again. No one was going to hurt you. No one would ever touch you. And he wanted to make sure he was the one for this.

“Darling, can I ask you something?” He spoke up, lifting your chin to meet his gaze.

“Of course Sebastian. Ask me anything.”

“This is more than anything I’ve ever felt before. You make me feel things I’ve never thought I’d ever feel. I didn’t think anyone would ever accept me for me. It’s like I get nervous when you look at me. Darling, I want to make sure you’re safe. I want to be the one to protect you, make you laugh.” He tenderly says to you, grabbing ahold of your face.

“What I’m trying to say is, will you give me a chance? To make up for lost time? Will you let me show you how much you’ve always meant to me? Will you be my girl? My one and only?”

Your eyes widen, mouth slightly agape. You say silent for awhile, to which this made Sebastian feel nervous that you were going to reject him, after he poured his heart out to you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to rus-“

You cut him off by pressing your lips to his. Wrapping your hands around his neck, he tightened his grip around you and pulled you on top of him. “Yes Sebastian. I’ll be yours.”

Sebastian felt a sense of pride. Now knowing that you were finally, and officially his girl. And he was yours. He pulled you into him, your head resting into his neck. His hands hugging you deeper into him. “I’ve found the one I love. Stay here with me longer, sweetheart.” He murmured into your hair. His fingers caressing your bare skin. Sending you sweet kisses all over your face. He was a changed man. He cared deeply for you. Loved you intensely. And he was never letting this go, or letting anyone get in the way. You both lay there happily in each other’s arms, intertwined under the starry night sky.

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sunflowerrosewood · 2 months

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Falling and Confessing Headcanon ~ Sebastian Michaelis

Author's Note: Since my other account @cheekyredwillow got deleted. I am adding some of my favorite fanfictions to this account and revamping this one with new ones. I hope to make an actual list of fandoms I am still a fan of! NO requests for the time being.

On to the headcanon!

Falling

~Sebastian would first meet you with Ciel

~A friend of Ciel’s but not entirely royalty

~Your father is a business partner who left it for you to pick up

~But you never acted that way

~Probably why you got along with everyone

~And Sebastian couldn’t help it but liked you as well

~He would always say yes, my princess to you

~Causing you to flush with embarrassment

~Ciel would catch Sebastian about these quirks

~But Sebatian would tell him not to worry and that he was being respectful

~Ciel would ask you if it was offending you to be called that

~Which Sebastian wouldn’t confess but he was worried

~He liked calling your princess

~But when you said it was fine for him to call you that

~He was happy and content

~Sebastian would not realize he was falling for you

~Until one of Ciel’s clients broke into the house

~And had you pinned to the bed

~The client was planning a kidnapping of you

~But did not expect you to bite him and scream

~Sebastian, being awake, ran in

~He immediately yanked the guy off you and pulled him away

~The echoes of him screaming and then silence would echo in the building

~Ciel would be pissed in the morning

~But Sebastian was worse

~All he saw was red seeing a man on top of you and you scared

~He made sure his death was agonizingly painful.

Confessing

~That’s when he realized that he had to protect you

~So every time you would come over, Sebastian would watch over you and Ciel

~Ciel knew something was up with his butler

~Which would cause him to ask you to move in

~Just to test a theory

~And when you began to move in with help from Ciel

~Sebastian came out to help

~He held his shock as you said Ciel offered you to move in since you were by yourself

~It was as if Ciel knew

~This began Sebastian’s need to be around you

~And Ciel’s push to just go out with you

~But Sebastian would not ask you right away

~You going out with a butler might cause ideas

~He does not need that

~He didn’t really see the idea of telling you until another client came in

~It was this young guy who wanted to partner with you and Ciel

~He was flirting with you heavily

~Kept saying that if he was dating you, life would be easier

~Sebastian couldn’t help it

~Anger and jealousy built up

~He hated seeing another man touching you

~Causing you to blush

~He slammed the tray of teas down

~Causing one of the hot teas to tip and get on your arm and lap

~You yelped in pain as the client was trying to dry you off

~But Ciel ordered Sebastian to help you clean up and Ciel would deal with this guy

~So Sebastian pulled you into his room where he could help

~He also called a maid to get some lazier clothes for you

~The maid brought a shirt of Sebastians and a pair of your shorts

~He was stumbling around to find the med kit

~And you were sitting there with your head cocked

~As he took a cold rag over the burns on your arm, you hissed before sighing in relief

~That’s when Sebastian apologized about the next step

~It had burned your thighs

~He turned away for you to change

~And when he turned back, he couldn’t help but blush

~He did not expect you to look good in his clothes

~His hands were shaking as he was healing the burns on your thighs

~Which when you questioned it

~Sebastian confessed

~He had fallen for you hard

~But he knew you dating a butler was not what you wanted

~Before he could say anything else, you'd kiss him

~His bright red eyes would widen but he would kiss you back

~And tangle a hand in your hair

~Before muttering mine, my princess

~And causing you to try and hide your face against his chest

~You would confess you had loved him for a while

~But did not want to make a move

~And as the two of you stayed in each other’s arms

~Sharing kisses and Sebastian leaving a hickey on your neck

~Ciel would have kicked that client out but not before paying him a pretty penny

~For being the spark that Sebastian needed

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iphig3nia · 1 year

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Sunlight || Sebastian Sallow

“Oh, your love is sunlight”

Sebastian speculates that you are of divine nature, he think his observations prove it.

(no established relationship, no outright love confession only worship from afar >:(, he’s on his HANDS and KNEES)

cw - none

a/n || man the Starbucks refreshers with the vanilla sweet cream rly fucks so hard, it’s so good.

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Sebastian observes you.

He thinks that you are the goddess Nike, victory made human. Encouraging him fight after fight. He vies for your attention after he duels in the Crossed Wands club, wanting to be praised by who he believes to be a goddess. “I won because you were watching” is what he would say to you, but he doesn’t. Sebastian notices that the more and more you watch his duels the more he wins. Surely that is a sign of divine blessing from you, the winged victory perched on his shoulder. Your divinity is a speculation though, he will have to research more.

The more he observes the more he begins to believe.

Maybe you are a culmination of the muses. You embody Terpsichore when you dance in the undercroft when you think no one is watching. And especially for him, when you decide he is worthy enough to see your lithe ankles and your movements that flow like water. Sebastian sees the muse Calliope in you when you read to him, laying on your lap outside in the shade of a tree. Your words weave stories of heroes and monsters, like Penelope at her loom every night. But he is not thinking of the hero’s schemes and adventures, he is thinking about how your eyes are like sunlight, warming his body and mind.

Or maybe you are the goddess Circe. Your magic so strong that you could turn the tide of the battle with one spell. He would certainly not tell you that he would be happy to be turned into an animal, if it meant that he would get to stay at your feet for eternity. Sebastian thinks if he were Odysseus, he would not hesitate to stay on your island. You could bind him to you and make him your mortal consort. Sebastian thinks about the story and knows that if you were in it, Odysseus would cease his journey and stay with you.

It is set in his mind, you must be a goddess.

You sit in the courtyard reading a book with Sebastian’s head in your lap, the rays of the sun coming down onto you. You almost appear as a flame, pulling a moth into your light. Sebastian likes to think if he were Icarus and you were the sun he too would fly as close as possible to feel your warm touch on his skin. He too would see himself worthy of your sunlight. “With wax melted I’d meet the sea” he shivers at the thought, to feel your love to even feel your presence is something he would die for, it is worth dying for.

Surely if you aren’t a goddess then you must be Helen of Sparta reincarnated. Your blood and beauty has to be divine in some way, there is no question. You are so radiant that he would start a war for you he thinks to himself, to Sebastian you’re worth launching a thousand ships over. If Helen was of indescribable beauty, then you must be almost incomprehensible. Too beautiful for the mortal mind to even understand. He sees you look down at him from your book and you smile. “Something wrong?” You ask with a laugh, you wonder what has him staring at you so deeply.

“No, nothing’s wrong..” a lie

You gently run your fingers through his hair chuckling as he closes his eyes. “Everything is wrong” he thinks to himself, the way he must keep his adorations to himself, too scared to beg you to be his forever but aching to show you properly how deep his devotion is to you. For now he will conceal the worship he yearns to show you. Sebastian will hide how you have him wrapped around your finger, tight enough to draw blood.

Sebastian decides that one day he’ll drop to his knees as he should, grabbing at your skirt and heaping praise after praise to you. His confession will be filled to the brim with the supplications deserving of asking you to be his. On his knees he’ll ask you to let him stay in your sunlight, the Icarus to your certainty.

For now though he’ll continue to worship your sunlight in silence and hope that one day you’ll tell him which goddess you truly are.

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cevans-is-classic · 6 months

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18+ only please. Sexual content, unprotected sex, language, oral

My Masterlist One and Two

Seb is here!

The Anon who asked about the Endings Beginnings gif request! I had this puppy in line and thought it'd be a good one to use. Enjoy!

Seb moved behind you, taking slow steps and brushing your biceps when he came forward. You looked at him humming. He smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist, rocking both of you side to side as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“I thought we were going to tackle cleaning tomorrow?” He kissed your shoulder.

You turn the bowl in your hand. “I couldn’t stop thinking about them sitting out. We need to get the dishwasher fixed.”

“Mmm, we do.” He kissed you again, nuzzling into you as he squeezes you tight.

You set the cup down, unplugging the drain before wiping it dry. Seb stays glued to you as you move around the kitchen. He hums when you put the cups away, smiles into your neck when you sort the utensils, and holds your waist when you put the pots and pans up.

You feel this itch, like something is coming, and you can’t tell if it’s a good thing or a bad thing. Shaking away the crawling feeling, you spin in his arms, wrapping your own around his neck, and smiling at him, “Alright, how may I help you?”

“Well,” He kisses your nose, “I was coming down to see what you were doing,” He kisses your left cheek, “Then I saw you doing the dishes,” Your right cheek, “And you were wiggling your ass a little-”

You laughed, tilting your head back and Seb took full advantage, brushing his lips over your jaw and down until he skims his teeth. You gasp, jerk in his hold but smile as he kisses you, trailing bites along your throat and back up.

“My wiggling ass do it for you?” You grin.

“Baby,” Seb slides his hands until he can grip your ass, pressing you closer against him as he does, “Everything about you does it for me.”

The kiss was rough, your nose hitting his before you could turn your head, and Seb laughed a moment before you settled against each other. He’s still smiling when you lick at his bottom lip and he slides his hands to your thighs.

A yelp escapes as he lifts you his smile turning into a smirk, his hands tightening on your thighs as walks you towards to island and sits you down. His left hand curls around your calf pulling it higher to hang over his hip, his nails scratching over your skin.

“I just cleaned.” You whispered.

He nodded, “and you did a wonderful job.” He kisses you again, slower this time, but deeper. His tongue licked your mouth open and you could taste the mint of his toothpaste. His stubble was a little damp, and scratchy against your cheeks, and it made you blush.

Sebastian pulls back a second. “You okay?”

You drop his gaze, “Yeah.”

“Hey,” He squeezes your hip, “We don’t have to do anything-”

“No.” You shake your head, grabbing his shoulder, and softly shook him, “No.”

“Okay.” He nods again. “Not in the kitchen?”

Your cheeks heat, your eyes rolling to the ceiling as you shake your head and shimmy a bit against him. “Baby, talk to me.”

“I know, I-” With a breath, you look back at him, “I thought about your scruff and-”

Seb blinked, then he tilted his head, eyebrow coming up. “Yeah? Thought about my facial hair. Where?”

You looked down and Seb's grin turned hungry before he pulled you to the edge of the island and pushed you backward. He watches you rest along the surface, hands sliding over the countertop with nervous fingers.

“Baby,” He taps your hip until you move, helping him slip your shorts and underwear down, letting it hang off your foot as he kisses your knee, “I know what you mean.”

“Your knees are going to hate you.” It comes out as a squeak, your hands clenching into fists with embarrassment.

“But something will love me a lot more.” He says and licks your inner thigh. You gasp, the marble beneath you sticking to your backside.

Seb keeps going, his hands opening your legs further, teeth leaving marks as he works up your thigh. His finger startles you, the way he spreads you and touches you — his thumb finding your clit.

“Bast-”

“I got you.” He kisses above your heat. “I got you.”

Your hands fly to his hair when he licks you. One broad stripe that circled your clit. His fingers moved to your entrance, his thumb sliding in enough that you were aching for him to touch you. His tongue presses into you instead, licking, sucking, flicking against you over and over until your thighs shake.

He dove in again and again, faster, slower, fingers sliding in and out and in until you’re muttering curse words and gasping his name. It made your knee weak, and your fingers ache where you fist his hair. When you’re close, teetering, almost over that crashing edge, he stops.

“Fuck- what.”

Seb looks up at you, letting you see the slick dampening your beard, and with a grin he kisses your thigh again. Scraping his facial hair across your skin then licking you once, twice, repeating the pattern until the words coming out of you were incoherent. You needed him to go faster, needed him to make you come with his name on your tongue. His tongue inside you.

When his scruff scratches against you, arousal, hot and prickling, shoot up your spine, “Baby-”

He nipped your clit then went back to work, doubling his effort, fucking his fingers into you over and over and you need to come. Are begging for it, reaching for it, it’s slow close and you’re pressing into his face, closer, closer.

He pulls back.

You push him backward, your feet hitting the floor before you push him onto his back and climb over him.

“Are you okay?” You guide him inside you, then sink down, watching his eyes close, his chin tilting upwards, and a drop of your slick moves down his neck.

“So fucking okay.” He curses, gasping as your hips move.

Yes, yes, fuck right there. He feels perfect, filling you. His shirt shifts as you press against his chest, using your hands as leverage to ride him.

“So good,” He groans, grabbing your hips, and raising his knees enough to balance you. It buries him deeper, slides his cock against you, and that buzzing feeling went through you again. This time it felt electric and made your thighs tighten. He helps guide you as the feeling builds.

“Yes,” You gasp, “yes, yes, fuck.”

“Come on, baby, come for me.” His voice is deeper, his mouth going slack when you squeeze around him, dig your nails into his chest, and come.

He makes a drawn-out rumbling noise his hips bucking upwards. Seb guides you over him still dragging you through your after-shocks and towards his own release.

His eyes lose focus as he looks at you, one hand moving to touch your neck, your jaw, your cheek, and then he pulls you down and bites at your lips. The position has you shaking your head, his hips moving faster, the hand on your hip clenching tighter.

“Please.” You breathe into the kiss, “Baby, please.”

He kisses you harder when he comes, eyes closing, his hands a vice grip on you. It makes you snap, your body twitching as a sharp orgasm floods you.

Feeling him breathe against your cheek keeps you focused. His heart was racing beneath along your own as he shifted, kissing you slower.

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urvenicebtch · 2 years

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how do you guys feel about artist!bucky?

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fandomfluffandfuck · 4 months

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Imagine, if you will, Chris playfully denying and denying and denying Sebastian any indulgence in his oral fixation for what feels like, to Sebastian, forever.

It continues, dragging out unbearably, until Sebastian is literally dropping to his knees at Chris' feet. Then, the moment he's kneeling, words are coming out of him. And they are coming out embarrassingly whiny, his mouth crumbled into a pout. He can't stop himself. It all comes spilling out of him. He begs--near-frantic with a blush high on his cheeks--to just fucking be allowed to blow him.

Goddammit.

He's begging to have him in his mouth--his dick, his fingers, fuck, at this point he'll even take one of their gags. He's going out of his mind. He needs it.

He swears Chris has cleared the whole house of gum and hard candy, and every time they needed something from the store, Chris would volunteer to go, or he ordered it to be delivered and he didn't get anything for Sebastian to keep his mouth busy. Then, whenever Chris caught him biting his lip or chewing the inside of his cheek, he had the fucking gall to tug at his dimpled chin, tutting, "ah-ah, baby, you know better. Don't hurt that pretty mouth."

Yeah.

Sebastian is going out of his mind.

Barely holding on to his sanity, Seb is begging to choke and drool on his cock him, he's begging for him to put his fingers into his mouth, he's begging to have him again. He wants it. He needs it.

Yet...

Chris just smirks, eyes dark enough and hot enough to make Sebastian sweat as he dares to drag him to his feet. That predatory gleam works its way deep into Seb's body. Hr shivers. Sebastian whimpers, he doesn't care if he's dramatic, clinging to Chris while Chris keeps dragging him, his big, heavy hand hot on his arm. Authoritative. Directing. Steering him from where he finally broke in the middle of their damn living room to their bedroom.

Their bedroom where Chris uses that way-too-hot, gym-honed strength to throw Sebastian down onto the bed, laying him out on his back and stripping him. Just the fucking worst with how strong and demanding and domineering he is. It wrecks Sebastian more.

He's just lying there, all but sucking on his own tongue, overheating, while Chris is taking him apart. He doesn't even need to do anything. He's already taken Seb apart. Teasing him so thoroughly.

Now he's mouthing at his bare skin. They're smoldering, hot kisses that Chris is trailing down his neck to his chest, causing Seb arch up into him, gasping and whimpering. Grasping at his shoulders, his hair, and trying to find purchase somewhere, anywhere. His head is spinning. He's too hot. His nerves are fraying apart, sizzling and crackling with electricity.

He moans when Chris kisses his left nipple, making it harder, feeling tighter, then Chris uses just the right amount of teeth on his right. He gasps, "ah! Chriss!" Head thrown back into the pillows.

Chris' mouth makes a mess of him all the way down to just above his cock. But before he can swallow him down--hot, wet, and messy--the bastard comes back up.

Truly, now there's fucking nothing Sebastian can do but bite down on his lower lip savagely, whining in the back of his throat, nearly choking. He's so overwhelmed with need. It feels good. It feels so good. It's not enough. He wants--

His mouth feels so--

"Nnngh!" Sebastian whimpers harshly as Chris teases his bottom lip from between his teeth delicately. Kissing him devastatingly innocently even while the rest of him--of them screams of sex. It leaves him reeling and desperate for more.

He can't have more, though.

Chris won't let him.

Sebastian could, he could surge up, he's maybe not as strong as Chris right now but he could, and if he did, Chris would let him go, and he'd let him suck his cock like he's dying to, if Sebastian did, but...

God.

He doesn't want to.

He wants to earn his mouthful.

He wants it.

Chris kisses his right cheek, then his left, then his chin, then his forehead, then his cheekbones, then he starts whispering against his cheek. Talking rough. Vulgar filth overflowing from his plush lips as they caress his skin, causing shivers to rise all over his body. Head to toe. Chris's rich, low voice whispering about all the times he's used his mouth, all the times he's pushed his fingers between lips, all the times he's fucked his throat, all the ways he's filled him up...

God.

It's too much!

He can't take it.

And so Sebastian tries to bite down on his lip again, hungry for more than the yearning empty feeling filling his mouth. But Chris doesn't let him have the satisfaction. He grabs his jaw. Not letting him move. Seb can barely squeak out a whine.

Instead of letting him bite his lip until he bleeds, he's so desperate, Chris keeping talking, talking him through all of their greatest hits involving his "wet dream of a mouth" until... oh fucking hell, Sebastian is shaking out of his skin, vibrating in place.

There's a goddamn puddle of pre-cum sitting on his quivering abs, his fingers and toes are clenched, and his mouth is empty but it's fucking flooded with excess saliva. Drool. He needs something in his mouth so bad--

Sofuckingbad.

Of course, Seb sobs, "yes, please!" when Chris finally asks him if he thinks he deserves having his mouth filled.

If he doesn't deserve it--if he doesn't get it, he's gonna die.

It's the right answer. Begging him for it, that is. Because Chris is moving like a predator, smooth, rippling muscle, his eyes already tearing into him, just as vicious and wild as his teeth behind his smirking lips. Chris boxes him tighter into the bed with his heavy, feverish body pressing him harder into the mattress as he finally, finally leans in and pushes two of his fingers into his mouth. Barely getting them both between his lips before he spreads them like they're in his hole and not his mouth. Then.

Then, Chris slips his tongue into his mouth between his fingers. Fucking into him--licking into him like he's between his legs, rimming him, instead of on top of him and kissing him (if that's what you want to call this. Sebastian feels, really, like he's being claimed).

His tongue, fucking his full mouth, is hot and wet and dirty and enough of the first taste of what he needs so badly that Sebastian just--

He just lets go, flying off of the edge he was hardly perched on. Orgasming between their stomachs, surging up, trembling unevenly, and crying out into Chris' mouth, hardly muffled despite his tongue invading his body and his fingers filling his mouth up so perfectly.

It was worth the wait--worth the torture.

It feels so good to have something in his mouth after so fucking long.

#the only one more obsessed with Seb's mouth than me is Chris #lmao #fandomfluffandfuck #chris evans #sebastian stan #evanstan #rpf #real person fanfiction #sub seb #subastian #sub sebastian #dom chris

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kb9-ships-mistercriky · 10 months

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"In queste nove stagioni di Formula 1 alle quali Max Verstappen ha preso parte, abbiamo conosciuto un ragazzo poco incline alla socializzazione, parzialmente freddo, distaccato e spesso irriverente anche nei confronti di chi - come Lewis Hamilton o Sebastian Vettel - ha scritto la storia recente della Formula 1.

A dirla tutta, Max non è mai stato tenero nei confronti di nessuno. O quasi.

Spesso accusato dalla stragrande maggioranza dei tifosi di essere saccente ed arrogante anche nei confronti degli stessi colleghi, il venticinquenne di Hasselt sembra infatti riservare (nelle dichiarazioni e non solo) un rispetto fuori dal comune nei confronti di un solo ed unico pilota: Charles Leclerc.

Tantissimi sono stati infatti gli attestati di stima espressi da Super Max nei confronti del coetaneo monegasco negli ultimi anni.

Da bambini si sono letteralmente odiati e non hanno mai avuto problemi ad ammetterlo.

Crescendo, tuttavia, si sono resi conto che il talento osservato nel rispettivo piede destro non ha forse eguali nel mondo delle competizioni motoristiche.

Una consapevolezza reciproca che ha portato i due non solo a rispettarsi, ma a difendersi vicendevolmente dagli attacchi giunti nei loro confronti da parte dei media.

E in questo Max è semplicemente straordinario.

Al termine del Gran Premio svoltosi in Austria poco meno di una settimana fa, alcuni giornalisti, nel tentativo di elogiarlo, hanno sottolineato come lui si fosse preso una bella rivincita nei confronti di Charles, vittorioso un anno fu sul circuito di Spielberg.

Max non ci sta, e attacca:

"Charles sa come battersi e ve lo ha dimostrato. Non posso considerare il nostro duello un vero duello. Le nostre auto hanno un ritmo diverso, e in quel momento avevano anche mescole diverse".

A Baku era accaduta la medesima cosa. A chi gli chiedeva se fosse sorpreso dalla pole del collega di Monaco, Max rispose così:

"Se sono sorpreso dal passo di Leclerc? No, di Charles non sono affatto sorpreso. Lui qui è sempre molto veloce, anzi, è sempre veloce ovunque. A Baku sono tre pole position consecutive se non mi sbaglio, giusto?".

Nel corso della scorsa stagione, Verstappen aveva invece speso le seguenti parole nei confronti di Leclerc:

"Penso che Charles sia uno dei piloti più talentuosi in Formula 1 e vincerà molte gare. Lui è davvero un bravo ragazzo. Abbiamo la stessa età, penso ci dividano solo settimane. Lo rispetto enormemente, è un piacere lottare con lui e con un team come la Ferrari".

Questi due ragazzi, per concludere, hanno tra le proprie mani le chiavi del futuro della Formula 1. La speranza (condivisa da entrambi e da tutti i tifosi) è che possano presto passarsele di mano in mano, dando vita ad un duello indimenticabile capace di durare a lungo.

Quello che tuttavia resta, delle parole di Max, è la lezione di vita offerta dal Campione del Mondo agli odiatori seriali, a chi segue la Formula 1 in modo superficiale, a chi commenta senza cognizione di causa inondando i social di insulti e opinioni che non meriterebbero alcuna visibilità.

Ecco, questa è la risposta più bella.

Articolo tratto da Hammer Time

A splendid article in Italian of how Max adores Charles and always defends him, which in his case rarely happens towards someone else because he tends to attack rather than protect others.

#lestappen #max verstappen #charles lecrelc #f 1 #formula 1 #italian article #not mine #just true facts

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queenpiranhadon · 6 days

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- The Skye Boat Song, Bear McCreary

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ?

「𝖒.𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 ⎸ 𝖒𝖚𝖙𝖚𝖆𝖑𝖘 ⎸ 𝖇𝖔𝖔𝖐𝖘 ⎸ 𝖒𝖔𝖛𝖎𝖊𝖘 ⎸ 𝖙𝖛 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖜𝖘 ⎸ 𝖜𝖊𝖇𝖙𝖔𝖔𝖓𝖘 ⎸ 𝖛𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖔 𝖌𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘 ⎸ 𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖒𝖊 ⎸ 𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖘」

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ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ?

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𝕮𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖗𝖘: lavender and sage green

𝕱𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖘: sushi and biriyani

𝕬𝖓𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖑: deer

𝕾𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖔𝖓: autumn

ᴍᴏʀᴇ~

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Love from the clouds,

- 𝓚𝖆𝖊 ‹𝟹

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tasmparkerr · 10 months

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The Snake pt 3

Sebastian Sallow × MC

word count: 2k

summary: things continue to get messier as Maeve has the handle the nonstop reminders of the past all while trying to be supportive for Anne as well.

warnings: foul language, angsty stuff

A/N: The italics symbolize flashbacks/dreams :) having fun with it so I’ll probably do a few more parts, we’ll see!

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"I knew you were a fucking fuck-up. I knew you killed him. I knew you were nothing but a Dark Arts junkie who gets drunk off power. You don't get to sit there and accuse anyone of turning me against you when it's been your fault all along," Anne snapped, her voice sounding so similar to her brother's.

Sebastian turned white. "A-Anne? You... you're okay? You're really here and-"

"Oh, shut up, Sebastian! You should've stayed in Azkaban, you wicked boy! You've done nothing but hurt people for years. No fucking more. I won't let you."

Ominis stepped forward. "Okay, everyone needs to relax... Anne and Maeve, go back to your rooms. Sebastian and I will get settled in the bedrooms. Just... please go. We can all talk later.”

My eyes had never left Sebastian's face, so when his gaze met mine, I felt actual shivers. However, to my surprise, Anne gently grabbed my hand. "Come on, let's go to bed."

Her voice tore my attention away from Sebastian. She had never used that tone with me before. She sounded like I did when she was in pain. Her voice was soft and caring.

I slowly backed up, stepping into Anne's welcoming arms as she hugged me tightly and led me back to the witches' dorms. I glanced behind me one last time to look at Sebastian. He was watching us walk away, and Ominis was tearing into him, saying things along the lines of 'how could you', 'you are so ignorant', 'just as stupid as he always was'.

I still fought to breathe.

The sound of choking came from my throat. Anne shushed me delicately as she sat me on my bed. My body was trembling, and tears streamed down my face.

"He thinks I... He thinks I turned him in... Anne, I didn't do it. I swear I didn't, I-"

Anne grabbed a bowl from a cabinet and poured some water into it. She grabbed a cloth from her bag and dipped it into the water to wet it. She softly dabbed the soaked towel against my cheeks.

"I know. I know you didn't. He could set the world on fire, and you'd watch it burn. Stupid girl..." she mumbled, but her touches were still gentle.

"Anne, I'm so sorry. I know how hard it must be, and-"

"Maeve," she snapped, "Stop talking. Just relax and breathe for Merlin's sake."

I did as I was told as she soothed my skin with the cool water. Anne didn't talk as she did this, making sure to cover my whole face. Then, she sat behind me and brushed my hair, twisting it into a loose braid. Her slender fingers worked their magic. She brought me a cup of tea and told me to go to sleep.

All things I used to do when she would have bad nights.

I was acting pathetic, and I knew it. Sebastian was just... I don't know. He was Sebastian. His own entity. He consumed me during our fifth year. We went through everything together. Everything.

I let Anne tuck me in, and with a flick of her wand, the lights went out. It took me hours to find sleep, and when I did, he haunted my dreams as well.

. . .

My laughter was violent as Sebastian's jaw dropped to the floor.

"I am NOT a knock-off Gareth with brown hair. I can't believe you would have the audacity to even THINK that!" he exclaimed with genuine shock.

Ominis was laughing just as hard as I was, smacking his knee as he hiccuped from the lack of oxygen.

"I mean, how are you NOT? You are both unnecessarily arrogant, self-centered—"

"And stupid," I added.

"—stupid, and cocky. The only difference is he likes potions, you like dueling, and he's a ginger!" Ominis retorted, throwing his head back in laughter.

Sebastian scoffed, throwing his hands in the air. "I think I hate you both. No, I do hate you both. It's decided. I've declared it."

His comment sent another wave of laughter through us. Ominis started choking and waved his hands frantically as he rushed to get some water from the other side of the library.

My laughter died down as Sebastian pouted unamusingly. I patted his knee playfully as if I were comforting him.

"Yeah, yeah... I still hate you," he grumbled.

A moment of silence passed.

"You think I'm cooler than Gareth, right? I'm really as lame as he is?"

I raised an eyebrow with a playful smile. "Oh, Sebastian Sallow... you're really one of a kind."

His smirk widened, and I swore he leaned closer. I felt his breath tickle my lips when Ominis coughed as he returned. We both immediately recoiled.

"Oh, Merlin, I really thought I would never taste air again," Ominis chuckled, sitting down once more.

My whole face was red, and my breathing was uneven. Sebastian looked as relaxed as ever, a cocky smile on those lips.

I never forgot that day.

The first day Sebastian Sallow made me blush.

. . .

My eyes flickered open, and a wave of unbearable sadness washed over me. It was the kind of sadness that swallows you and drowns you. It twists your stomach in knots and makes your limbs feel woozy.

I didn't move for a while. I heard people all around me shuffling to get ready, but I couldn't force my legs to move.

"Come on, we've got to get up," Anne whispered. "Sebastian being here is already going to cause a scene. Don't add to it. You're above that. We can dissociate. I'll do your hair."

I squeezed my eyes shut, the familiar sting of crying burning. I nodded, though, pushing myself up.

Anne walked me through my entire morning routine. We did every step together, putting our uniforms together piece by piece. Anne did as she said, putting my hair half up and letting the rest fall down my shoulders in waves.

She turned to leave when I quickly grabbed her hand. "Hey, this isn't just my problem, okay? He's your brother. He was just a friend to me. I'm here for you too."

Anne gave me a small smile. "You were never just a friend to him. You know that. We're in this together, okay? I promise."

My chest filled a little, and I found the strength in my legs. We put on our cloaks and pulled out our schedules.

"I know we didn't get to 'debrief' last night like we were supposed to, so... let's do it quickly?" Anne suggested.

I glanced down at my parchment. It read:

Defense Against the Dark Arts: This class focuses on advanced defensive spells, combat techniques, and strategies to protect against dark creatures and dark magic.

Transfiguration: Building upon previous years, Transfiguration continues to teach advanced transformation and conjuration of objects and living beings.

Charms: Advanced Charms classes delve into more complex spells, enchantments, and the underlying theory of charm work.

Potions: Students refine their potion-making skills, tackling more intricate recipes and learning about rare and powerful potions.

Herbology: Seventh-year Herbology explores advanced magical plants, their properties, and their applications in potions and spellcasting.

Astronomy: In Astronomy, students deepen their understanding of celestial bodies, their movements, and the interpretation of star charts.

History of Magic: This class covers the detailed history of the wizarding world, including important events, famous witches and wizards, and the development of magical societies.

Anne looked over it with careful eyes, comparing the two lists. "Hmm... We don't have Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, or Herbology together. Maybe I'll have them with Ominis?"

I nodded. "And if not, we can request a change. I'm sure Professor Weasley wouldn't have a problem with that."

She shrugged. "I'll be alright if not. As long as I'm not alone in a class with..."

A twinge of pain.

"We'll be alright. Come along now, can't be late on our first day."

We walked through the halls of the oh-so-magical castle, heading for Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Numerous friendly faces appeared, all waving their hellos and greetings, everyone excited to see Anne Sallow again. However, there were a few whispers here and there. I'm sure people were starting to hear about Sebastian's return.

Words spread like wildfire here.

We quickly pushed past all the people, finally arriving in class. We took our seats, each table holding four. No one sat next to us. No one wanted to sit next to the 'half-dead' sister of a murderer and the ex-Ancient Magic wielder.

That was fine by us.

Professor Hecate was at the front of the room. "Now everyone take a seat. I just need to grab the equipment for today," she cooed, her small body shuffling in the back.

The door swung open one last time. The entire room gasped.

Sebastian walked straight down the center aisle, a smirk confidently on his lips.

I think Leanor was the palest.

Whispers and stares filled the room.

"Yes, yes... Merlin has let me live another day. Is everyone done ogling?" Sebastian spoke out, snickering to himself as he sat at our table, but there was an empty chair between us.

I noticed Sebastian trying to steal glances at Anne, as if he was waiting for her to disappear.

I kept my eyes locked in front of me. I didn't look at him. He didn't exist.

The class seemed to go on forever. I knew Sebastian was looking over at us, but I wasn't sure if he was looking at me or Anne. Maybe both.

Anne quickly stuffed her books into a pile and stood up. Sebastian rushed to stand as well. I glanced at her. "Go to class. I'll see you in Astronomy, okay? Find Ominis."

My voice was so quiet I barely heard it, but Anne gave me a look of thanks and went to bolt from the room. Sebastian moved to follow her, but I stood up, blocking him with my body.

Sebastian sighed annoyingly. "You can't keep her from me forever," he said angrily.

Ignore the pain. Ignore the tug in your chest.

"I can too. This is her decision. When you were gone, we... we bonded a lot. I care for her. She's family. If she doesn't want anything to do with you, then you won't go near her."

"Oh yes, bonding over how I killed our only remaining family must be such a lovely dinner conversation. So sad I wasn't able to show up."

I slammed my book on the table, the loud bang echoing through the room. "Sebastian Sallow, you shut your fucking mouth. Your name hasn't left my lips since the day you were taken. Do you not remember how loudly I screamed for you? How much I fought? Have any idea how long I searched for a cure for your sister? I didn't turn you in. You want proof? Get a Veritaserum potion from Professor Sharp, and you can ask me whatever the hell you want. So until you pull your bloody head out of your ass, you can fuck off!"

His brown eyes didn't waver, but his voice lowered to a whisper. "So then who did? No one else was there, Maeve... Who did?"

I shook my head. "I don't know. But it's an insult that you think I would ever do something like that to you. Especially after everything I did for you... everything we went through... you spent the past two years sitting in there hating me? Well, I spent the last two years mourning."

Sebastian scoffed. "I was tortured for two years. Emotionally tortured for two fucking years. So if you want to have a competition, you're going to lose."

I rolled my eyes. "You're so dense, Sebastian Sallow. Stay away from me, and stay away from Anne."

I turned and walked out the door into the hallways. I couldn't do this. It was way too fucking painful. I wanted my best friend back. I wanted things to be normal. I couldn't stand that he was so hateful towards me. Hot tears streamed down my face as I stomped off to the next class. I wasn't looking where I was going until I literally slammed into someone.

"Hey! Hey... What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

Gareth.

Fuck, I don't have time for this.

"It's nothing. It's just—"

My voice caught in my throat when Gareth's thumb wiped my tears off my face.

"Maeve, breathe. You're okay. Talk to me," he whispered sweetly, but when his eyes flickered up, his breath hitched.

I didn't need to turn to see Sebastian behind us. I could just tell from Gareth's look of bewilderment.

"Maeve!" Sebastian's voice.

"We can talk later?" I whispered, but I didn't answer. I just pushed past him and headed to Transfiguration.

#sebastian sallow #sebastian x reader #sebastian #ominis x sebastian #sebastian sallow fluff #hogwarts legacy sebastian #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts oc #ominis gaunt #ominis hc #ominis x oc #harry potter

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riveramorylunar · 1 year

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𝔅𝔢𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔅𝔢𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤

Series Masterlist (Chapter 1)

Pairings: Ariel x Eric, Ariel x Reader (Mother), Prince Eric x Reader(Father), Flounder(Human) x Reader (Platonic), Sebastian(Human) x Reader (Platonic)

Warnings ⚠️: Not really any just fluff

Pet Names/Nicknames: Sweetie & Dear

Word Count: 2,609

Y/N was a shy girl the only people she talked to were her mother, father, sister, Flounder, Sebastian and Scuttle. The only ones that she was closest with were Flounder, Sebastian and Scuttle because they knew most of the stuff her parents and sister didn't. Like how she was a lesbian and liked older woman. But of course her parents knew ever since she was little she'd always say how pretty the women were in dresses or suits but never the men. Her parents wanted to come out on her own time though. She had beautiful red hair like her mother and the most beautiful light teal eyes. Unlike her mother she had a black and white tail instead of a green one. It was the day before her birthday and she was really excited since the next day after tomorrow she would be leaving to go to the school for good and evil. She was turning 18 tomorrow which meant she would be crowned princess at her party. Her mother Ariel was handing down her crown that her mother Queen Athena gave her when she was crowned princess.

Y/N was sitting near the ocean with her feet in the water. Her grandfather King Triton had made a special amulet for her letting her turn into a Mermaid and back into a human whenever she wanted to. She was reading one of her favorite books. Her mother Ariel was watching from afar while smiling as she watched her oldest daughter. Max the dog was prancing around Ariel making her chuckle. After a few minutes Ariel spoke up. "Go on boy go get her" she said and Max ran off occasionally hoping until he reached Y/N. Y/N had looked up when she saw Max standing beside her. "Hello max" Y/N said as she scratched under his ear causing him to pant. Y/N looked over to see her mother standing a few feet away. "It's lunch time already huh" Y/N asked Max and he nodded making her smile. She stood up and brushed off the dress she was wearing. "Come on then" she said as she walked to her mother who was slightly shorter. "God it looks like you've grown even more since I saw you last" Ariel said as she looked up at her daughter. "Mama I didn't grow maybe you just got shorter" Y/N said causing her mother to gasp before smacking her arm causing the two to break out into laughter.

They linked arms before heading back towards the castle. "Are you ready for the big day tomorrow sweetie" Ariel said as she looked at her daughter. "Yeah but I'm a bit nervous you know with all of the people I don't really know coming from different kingdoms" Y/N said causing Ariel to smile softly. "That's completely fine just know I'll be here for you and so will your father and sister" Ariel said making Y/N smile. "Everyone will" Ariel added as they walked up to steps to the castle. "Thank you mama" Y/N said as she rested her head on her mother's shoulder. They walked into the castle and everyone greeted them as they walked by. Max had run ahead almost tripping everyone that was getting the party ready. "GET OUT YOU RASCALS" someone shouted right before the kitchen door opened. Flounder, Sebastian and Melody all ran out giggling while holding stuff in their hands. "What's going on" Y/N said and the three of them stopped and looked over to see her and Ariel looking at them. "Oh you guys are back" Flounder said as they hid the stuff behind their backs. Y/N looked at her mother with a raised eyebrow and she looked back. She let go of her mother before walking towards the three of them. "RUN" Sebastian shouted and they dashed off as Y/N chased after them followed by Max. They ran through the halls of the castle as they giggled and laughed. "MELODY HURRY UP OR YOUR GONNA GET CAUGHT" Flounder shouted back to melody who was a couple feet away from them. Before Melody could go faster she was swooped up by Y/N who started tickling her. "Gotcha" Y/N said as Melody squirmed and giggled loudly. She dropped the stuff that was in her hands to the ground making Y/N smile. "So you stole some jelly tarts from the baker huh" Y/N questioned as the other two rushed over.

Y/N pulled away from Melody before standing up and helping her sister up. "You know I used to steal the jelly tarts all the time when I was little" Y/N said making Melody look up at her. "You did" Melody asked and Y/N smiled as she nodded her head. "Used to steal them with Max I'd always get on his back before he ran off while I carried the jelly tarts in my hands" Y/N said and Melody giggled. "Those were some fun times" Sebastian said and Flounder nodded. "They sure were" he said as Y/N smiled. "Come on let's go have lunch" Y/N said taking her sister's hand before heading to the dining hall. They walked into the dining hall to see their mother and father already sitting at the table. "Glad you could finally join us" their father said causing the two girls to giggle before sitting down.

"So Y/N dear what are you going to wear tomorrow" her father Eric said and she stopped eating. "That's a secret" she said before looking at her mom who smiled before winking at her. Eric looked between the two before frowning while raising an eyebrow. "I hope it's nothing revealing" he said causing Y/N to chuckle before shaking her head no. "Of course it isn't papa" she said causing him to sigh in relief. "Just know we'll be there for you" he said and Y/N smiled softly. "I know mama already told me that" she said and he smiled.

After lunch Y/N headed to her room. Once she got there she collapsed onto her bed while looking out the window. She slowly closed her eyes wishing that her grandmother and grandfather would be at her party tomorrow. As she fell asleep her necklace glowed brightly.

She woke up the morning of her birthday. Her eyes fluttered open as she looked down to see she was under her blankets. She threw the blankets off and saw she was in her nightgown. She got out of bed and stretched before walking to the window. She opened the curtains before opening the window. She closed her eyes and breathed in the fresh air. It was finally the big day and Y/N was already getting a bit nervous. She decided to take a shower to help a bit and it did. After she stepped out of the shower there was a knock on the door. "Hey sweetie can I come in" she heard her mother say. "Yeah yeah can come in" Y/N said and the door opened a couple seconds later. Ariel walked into the bedroom before shutting the door behind her. Y/N was sitting on her bed as she looked out the window. Ariel sat down next to her daughter and looked out the window as well. Y/N put her head on her mother's shoulder and Ariel rested her head on Y/N's. Ariel grabbed Y/N's hand and held it in-between her hands. "Are you ready" Ariel spoke after a couple minutes and Y/N frowned. "I'm still a bit nervous mama" Y/N said as she lifted her head off her mother's shoulder. "That's completely fine sweetie everyone's nervous" she said as she stroked Y/N's face. Y/N smiled and leaned into the touch. "Alright now let's go get you into that beautiful dress" Ariel said before standing up and helping Y/N up.

Ariel helped Y/N get ready when there was a knock on the door. "You can come in" Y/N said letting the person in. Both Y/N and her mother looked up through the mirror when their eyes widened in shock. "MOTHER" Ariel shouted as she turned around and looked at her mother. "Grandma" Y/N shouted as she rushed over and hugged Queen Athena. She hugged back before looking up at her daughter who was still standing next to the vanity. Y/N noticed it and pulled away from her grandmother before walking up to her mother. She grabbed her mother's arm and pulled her towards her mother. "I'll leave you guys to talk" Y/N said as she walked over and grabbed her dress before walking out of her bedroom. Y/N headed to Melody's room and walked in after knocking. "You don't mind if I finish getting ready in here do you" Y/N said and Melody shook her head no. Y/N shut the door behind her before walking into the room.

They got ready together and Y/N was putting her dress on when the door opened. They both turned around and Ariel and Athena froze in place when they saw the dress that Y/N was wearing.

"Looks like you shocked them sis" Melody said and Y/N chuckled as she smoothed the dress out. "Hey are you guys re-" they heard Flounder say making them all look over. "What's taking so lo-" Sebastian said but stopped when he say what Y/N was wearing. Eric arrived and was about to say something when he spotted Y/N. He froze with his mouth opened and his hand up. Melody and Y/N looked at each other with raised eyebrows before giggling while covering their mouths. "What's taking so long come on" Scuttle said as he flew through the door and landed on the bed. He looked at Y/N and whistled. "You look smokin Y/N" he said and Y/N smiled"I don't really think I do" Y/N said as she looked down at the ground. He jumped down from the bed and onto the floor before walking over and hitting Y/N with his wings."Do not say that your absolutely gorgeous Y/N" Scuttle said and Y/N smiled softly. Melody hugged Y/N from the side as everyone walked into the room and hugged her. "Alright let's go" Y/N said as she pulled away from everyone before walking past all of them and towards the ballroom and throne room. She sighed as she fiddled with her fingers. The others had arrived and walked in before Y/N. Melody stopped and stood right beside Y/N. "You can do this Y/N" Melody said as she held her arm out for Y/N to take. Y/N took her sister's arm before walking into the room.

The music stopped and everyone looked up before bowing. The two sisters walked down the stairs and walked past everyone towards the throne. Melody let go and was about to walk away but Y/N grabbed her hand and yanked her towards her. "Stay please" Y/N whispered and Melody nodded before interlocking her fingers with Y/N's while squeezing tightly. Y/N looked around and spotted her grandfather standing next to his wife. He smiled "just breathe in and out" he mouthed and Y/N did what he told her to do before looking up at her mother and father. Her mother and father smiled softly at her and she smiled back as she kneeled to the ground. "We are gathered here tonight for a special occasion the birthday of our oldest daughter Y/N and her coronation" Eric said and as Ariel took the crown that was behind them on the throne. She walked up to Y/N before holding the crown above Y/N's head. "If any of you object speak now" Eris said and everyone was quiet. Eris looked over at his wife and nodded. Ariel lowered the crown on Y/N's head before helping her up. "I now present to you Princess Y/N of Tirulia" he shouted as Y/N turned around. Everyone cheered and clapped as Y/N smiled. They all bowed before standing up. "Now let the party begin" Flounder shouted causing everyone to laugh.

King Triton walked up to Y/N who was standing near the food table far away from the others. "You did amazing Y/N" he said and Y/N hugged him tightly. He hugged back as he patted her head. "Thank you grandpa" she said and he leaned down kissing the top of her head. They pulled away when someone coughed. They both looked over to see a girl with white hair and blue eyes standing in front of them. The girl was wearing a blue and white suit with snowflakes on it. Y/B's eyes widened in shock when she realized who it was. The girl smiled before waving. "Long time no see Y/N care to dance" the girl said as she held her hand out for Y/N to take. Y/N took the girls hand before shivering at the ice cold touch. "Your hands are still freezing cold Skadi" Y/N said causing the girl to chuckle. "Well my mother is Elsa and my father is Jack Frost so" Skadi said causing Y/N to giggle. They moved to the center of the ballroom and everyone made space for them. The lights had dimmed and a spotlight shone onto the two of them. "Breathe in and out princess I'm here" Skadi said and Y/N nodded.

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After they stopped dancing everyone clapped or whistled causing Y/N to blush slightly. They walked off to the side and sat down on one of the benches as they watched the others start dancing. "Have you told your parents or grandparents yet" Skadi said as she looked at Y/N to see her lost in her thoughts. "Y/N" Skadi said placing a cold hand on her bare shoulder. Y/N shivered causing Skadi to drop her hand. "What did you say" Y/N said looking at Skadi who was putting her gloves on. "Did you tell them yet" Skadi asked again and Y/N shook her head no. "I don't know if they'll expect me after I tell them" Y/N said as she rested her head on her hand. "Y/N you can't be serious of course they'll expect you, they love you and if they don't I'll threaten to freeze them" Skadi said causing Y/N to laugh as Melody walked over. "Hi Skadi" Melody said causing the two older girls to look up. "Oh hello Melody" Skadi said smiling softly. "I'll be back I'm going to go tell them" Y/N said and Skadi nodded. "Good luck" She said as Y/N walked off.

Y/N walked over to her parents and grandparents who were talking. "I have something to tell you guys can we go somewhere private" Y/N said causing the four of them to stop talking. "Of course hon is everything alright" Athena said she Y/N nodded. They all left the throne room and headed to one of the empty rooms. They walked in and Y/N paced back and forth trying to muster up the courage to tell them. "Y/N sweetie whatever you have to say we won't get mad we promise" her mother said and she sighed before taking a deep breath in. She looked at the four of them who were waiting patiently for her to speak. "Well um I'm gay" Y/N said as she fiddled with her fingers before looking away. When she didn't hear anything she looked up and frowned. "Are you guys mad are you going to throw me out of the castle becau-" she was cut off when the four of the smiled widely. Her grandmother walked over before pulling her into a tight hug. "We would never do that Hon we're very proud of you for telling us this" she said and Y/N hugged back tightly. "Plus we already knew" her grandfather chimed in causing her to pull away quickly. "What how and when" Y/N started to panic but her mother came over and calmed her down. "Since you were 5 dear" her father said as he walked over and put a hand on her head. "You would always say how beautiful the women were in the dresses and suits Every time we would go into the town" he added making Y/N blush. "Well it's true they were all pretty" Y/N said causing them all to laugh. Y/N felt really happy knowing that her parents and grandparents supported her. She could finally relax knowing that she wouldn't be thrown out of the kingdom.

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