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You Were The First

Ominis Gaunt x f!Reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Summary: Ominis Gaunt has never known affection. He has never known how it felt to love---to be loved. She came and changed all of it.

Or, Ominis gets love because by god does he deserve it.

Warnings: Mentions/Implications of child abuse

God, I loved writing this. Thank you so much for the request, anon!

When Ominis Gaunt fell in love, he fell slowly. 

It was all the little things she did—the little things that made up who she was. Her kindness. Her patience. Her touch. 

Before meeting her, touch meant nothing but pain. It was kicking and screaming as his mother dragged him along by his arm, harsh shoves from uncaring hands toppling to the ground, a cruel hand curled over his own, taking any control he might have and forcing a curse out of him. 

He’d been avoiding it ever since. Even Sebastian and Anne knew his aversion, careful not to grab him or brush against him. 

But somehow, she made his walls come tumbling down. 

-

Perhaps he started to fall that first time she saved him a seat at breakfast. 

It was one of the first breakfasts of their sixth year—the Great Hall was bustling, students running back and forth to catch up with friends and share adventures from over the summer. That was exactly what Sebastian was doing; he could hear his friend’s loud laugh as he spoke to someone at the Hufflepuff table. He’d expected her to be doing the same, her popularity as the Hero of Hogwarts was unmatched. Surely everyone would want to know what she’d been up to. 

He’d just settled on the idea of grabbing an apple off the table and leaning against the wall well out of harm’s way when a voice called out to him. Her voice. 

“Ominis! Ominis, right here, I’ve saved a seat for you!” 

His mouth fell open—just slightly. “You… you saved a seat…?” 

“Yes, now get over here before Sebastian barrels past and steals it, I wouldn’t put it past him,” she said, smile obvious in her voice. 

And so he obliged. 

He settled down on the bench, all thoughts of retreating to some far corner vanishing as she began to rattle on about her summer. In turn, he answered all her questions about his own time, best he could with the way his head was spinning. Of everyone in the school, she had saved a spot for him. She allowed him to take all her time, steal away every morsel of her attention. There was a lightness that came with that thought. A warm feeling he couldn’t quite name—not yet. 

But now that he’d felt it, he knew he’d starve for it. 

-

The next step into his descent was the first time she placed her hand on his arm. 

Herbology was always a bit chaotic—not nearly as much as Potions, no thanks to a certain Gryffindor—but chaotic nonetheless. Professor Garlick had laid out all the necessary tools and supplies on each table, and after her brief explanation on how to prune and shape the plants in front of them, she set them loose. 

Sebastian stood to Ominis’s right, grabbing some small cutters and starting on his plant quickly. 

“Sebastian, you’re making a mess of it already. She said to start from the top and go down, didn’t you hear a word she just said?” a voice said from his left. 

Ominis chuckled. “Since when has Sebastian ever been one to listen to anything?” He reached forward, grabbing his own cutters. He heard his friend grumble under his breath. “Don’t pout, you know I’m right.”

“Doesn’t mean I’m not offended by it,” Sebastian said. 

“You’re offended by everything, Seb,” she said. 

“What is this? Attack Sebastian Sallow Day?” 

“No, but I’d be an avid celebrator if there was such a thing.” 

As Sebastian continued mumbling complaints, he felt it—her hand, just barely resting on his arm. “Sorry,” she said softly, leaning forward and across the table. “I’m just grabbing the fertilizer.” And then her touch was gone. 

It was nothing. Just a simple indication that she was there, making sure a blind man didn’t accidentally stab her with a sharp object. And yet it felt… different, somehow. His skin was tingling as he tried to resume his work with the plant. It was only later he realized that, unlike so many times others had made a similar motion, he hadn’t flinched or pulled away. 

In spite of himself, he sort of wished she would do it again. 

-

He came to a realization the first time she explained a Quidditch match to him. 

The realization was thus—she was even more kind than anyone he’d ever met. It was her very first match, and she had been elated to attend after Professor Black had announced the continuation of the sport at the beginning of the year. Normally, Ominis wouldn’t care too much about it. He rarely went to matches in previous years, only being dragged along by Sebastian when Slytherin was up in the running to take the cup. Crowds weren’t his thing. And trying to understand anything that was going on based solely off the oohing and ahhing of a crowd gave him a headache. But this year, Sebastian was making his debut as Slytherin’s Keeper, and that paired with her excitement to see the match was enough to draw him out to the stands. 

They sat next to each other, nestled into the crowd of Slytherins eagerly anticipating the game. He could only imagine how high up they were—there had been plenty of stairs to indicate it was nothing insignificant. The breeze that high up was cooler, and Ominis was grateful for it, allowing himself to focus on it instead of the people pressing in all around him. 

But when the match started, his focus shifted entirely to the soft voice next to him. 

In the past, he had always found the commentary on the match entirely unhelpful, and even more uninteresting. He could never get a picture of what was going on—the announcer would always press opinions on players and use the names of the different plays, which was ridiculous because Ominis had no clue what any of the plays meant. 

She, on the other hand, explained it all wonderfully. 

She wasn’t perfect—not even close, stumbling over words and gasping at times when an action surprised her. But for the first time, Ominis could follow. He found himself cheering, breath catching as he heard the whoosh of a broom overhead. The tone and expression in her voice was so lively, so dedicated, he wanted to take part in it. 

“Weasley’s flying fast toward the goals,” she commented. “Blimey, he should be Seeker with that speed. Imelda’s flown into his path, he’s going to crash—No, he dodged her, straight over her head—he’s throwing the Quaffle, come on Seb—YES!” 

He let out a cry of celebration as his friend beside him whooped and hollered, cheering loudly for Sebastian. It wasn’t long until they won the match, and the crowd of Slytherins roared like a raging sea. He followed her out of the stands and into the common room, where a party was already commencing. Sebastian managed to break away from his adoring fans. The Hero of Hogwarts leapt up and nearly pushed him over in a wild embrace. Sebastian laughed. 

“You were wonderful out there!” she said, pulling away. 

Ominis could hear the grin in his friend’s voice. “I couldn’t let your first match be a disappointment, now could I?” His feet shifted, turning to Ominis. “And really, Ominis, thank you for coming. I know Quidditch isn’t your favorite.”

“If I’m honest, I rather enjoyed myself,” he said. He nodded his head toward her beside him. “This one has a knack for explaining the game. She told me enough that I can sincerely say, well played.” 

“Then seems like you’ll have to go to all of the matches together,” Sebastian said. 

Ominis frowned. “Well, I wouldn’t want to impose on—”

“No, I like that idea,” she said. His heart beat a bit faster. “I want you to be able to enjoy it just as much as the rest of us, Ominis.” 

He couldn’t stop smiling the rest of the night. When Sebastian asked about it, he blamed it on having too much Butterbeer.

-

When he let her lead him by his arm that very first time, he knew he trusted her. 

He’d known for a while—but now, through his actions, he had admitted it to her. To himself. 

Winter had set in. The two of them left the Three Broomsticks, bundled up and ready for the cold. He reached for his wand, pausing when he heard her speak up beside him. 

“Your hand is going to freeze holding it out like that all the way to the castle. I can lead you, if you’d like.” 

He pondered it for a moment—only a moment—and then he gave in. 

“If you think it’ll keep me from getting frostbite.” 

He sucked in a breath as her arm looped around his. How had she done it so gently? After a second, when he’d begun to breathe properly, he nodded. “Off we go, then.” 

It was strange, how he had surrendered so easily. When he had first gotten his wand, the world finally felt livable. He no longer had to shuffle around, arms outstretched, waiting for his brothers to jump out at him. He could fend for himself. Prove his independence. There was no longer a need to rely on anyone. 

Why did he rely so effortlessly on her? 

The truth came to him with a sudden thought as she took him through the streets, navigating expertly through the throng of students returning to the castle. He trusted her. She had always looked out for him. Cared when he felt no one else did. She made efforts to be around him, to involve him, even when he tried to push away. Ominis Gaunt did not trust easily. But she had proved herself worthy of that sentiment in every turn. 

The slight tug of her arm in his jolted him back to that moment. “We’re at the stairs,” she said quietly. “There’s six of them.” 

He’d trust her with his life. 

They seemed to walk closer and closer together as the castle drew nearer. It was the cold, he told himself. Just the instinctual craving for warmth drawing their sides together. Simple as that. 

But they still walked arm in arm through the halls of Hogwarts, leaving the excuse of the chill and snow far behind them. 

-

The first time she held his hand, he finally felt alive. 

Their sixth years had come to a close and the Hogwarts Express was waiting to take them home. They’d spend the last few months in what he considered bliss. They stopped looking for excuses to take each other's arms at some point—just letting it happen. Strolls on the castle ground. Between classes. Anywhere and everywhere they went together. Sebastian teased them a bit at the action, but Ominis claimed it was just easier than using his wand. He didn’t have to concentrate on a spell while walking about. It was true—but really, it hadn’t been inconvenient the five years before that, had it?

But now his dear friend gave a low sigh beside him. “This crowd is awful,” she said, glowering at the students around them. “I don’t know how we’re going to make it on the train in time.” 

“I’m sure we’ll be—” 

He stopped mid sentence, feeling her fingers interlock with his. 

“I think I see a path, come on now.” 

She nearly tipped him over as she pulled him along. He managed to remember how to walk just in time to catch himself, allowing her to lead him through the hustle and bustle around them. How did this feel so entirely different than being led by her arm? How could he only focus on how soft the skin of her knuckles felt under his thumb? How could he feel like he was dreaming, but never felt more aware in the same moment?

They stopped in front of the train, doors open before them. She didn’t let go. Neither did he. But the train let out a whistle, and the sound brought him back in an instant. Their hands dropped, and the loss of the intimate feeling of her fingers between his knocked the air out him like the perfect Depulso. 

“We made it,” she said softly. 

“Barely.” 

She laughed. He might as well have been a fish for how much he was struggling to breathe. “I’ll see you soon,” she said, voice softening. 

“I wish I could say the same,” he said, smirking. He felt her hit his arm, stifling a laugh.

“You’re awful.”

“You’re the one who laughed.” 

“Goodbye, Ominis,” she said, still chuckling. After a moment, she spoke again, a little quieter. “I’ll write you.”

His stomach flipped. “I’ll hold you to it.”

Then she was gone, taking part of him with her.

-

He knew he was in love the moment he got her first letter. 

What was it some fool had once said? Absence makes the heart grow fonder? What a load of dung. 

Absence made the heart ache so much it nearly killed him. And it had only been a day. 

He knew it was from her the moment the lingering scent of her perfume hit him. He smiled. She kept her word—he had never doubted she would. He was just relieved she had done so so soon. 

Quickly, he pulled out his wand and transfigured the words on the parchment, running his fingers over them. He paused where she had written his name. Every letter filled him with warmth as he poured over the short letter. 

Dear Ominis,

I realize we only saw each other yesterday, but I wanted to assure you it wasn’t an empty promise when I said I would write you. 

I really don’t have too much to share—my mother was more than pleased to see me, of course. Wailed when I came home as if I’d come back from the dead. She’s still not used to me being away for so long. I’ve just begun unpacking, and honestly, it just makes me wish I was back at Hogwarts with you and Sebastian. 

How are you? I do hope you’re alright. I worry about you going home, you know. I can’t help it. I’ll be inviting both you and Sebastian to my home as soon as I’m settled in—please do survive until then. 

Yours,

He closed his eyes as he felt her name beneath his fingertips. She was worried about him. She’d be inviting him. The warmth and elation he felt was so unlike the cold halls that surrounded him. He could survive—he’d do it for her. 

How she could make him feel happiness—hope—in a house so tainted with pain was beyond him. He never would he have thought he could have a moment of something good there, a memory worth keeping after he abandoned the place. 

Finally, he had a name for that warmth, the one that overtook him every time she crossed his thoughts. Love. Deep, profound, and lasting. It was more than he could have imagined, overwhelming and pure. How could he have lived to this point without it? 

He read the letter once more before pulling out his quill and beginning to write. 

-

The first time he thought she might feel the same coincided with the first time she laid her head on his shoulder. 

She had kept yet another of her promises. It was only a couple of weeks before he was off to her house, finally free from the suffocating marble halls of the manor. His escape lasted only for ten days, but it gave him what he needed to keep going. 

Though being with her was definitely what fueled him the most. 

Laughing with her and Sebastian made the stress of being around his parents melt off of him much faster than he would have imagined. Their ten days had been full of exploring the woods around her house, of playing Gobstones, of laying in fields and telling old stories. 

Ten days of her hand brushing his as they sat together. Ten days of catching his breath when she spoke. Ten days of falling harder than he ever thought possible.

Because now that he knew what it was he was feeling, it was there in everything she did. He was drowning in it, and he’d stay under with a smile on his face. 

Sebastian bid them farewell on that final evening. Ominis would be gone back home in the morning—he tried desperately to push that thought away, focusing instead on spending every moment with her he could. They’d wandered to the overgrown park not far from her home, coming to rest on a bench hidden away in the trees. Crickets sang around them, and Ominis basked in the cool summer night by her side. 

“Are you going to be ok when you go back?” Her voice was hardly more than a whisper. 

He gave a small smile, one he hoped was reassuring. “I’ve lived this long. Two more months will be nothing.”

She sighed. “It won’t be a full two months. I’ll make sure of it. If you can’t come here again, we’ll go to Sebastian’s.”

“You worry about me too much.” 

“I think I worry just enough,” she stated simply. 

Her words made his chest time. How could he ever begin to explain what they meant to him? She cared for him. It was enough to shatter him if he let it. He couldn’t say what he wanted to—not yet. He’d find a way, someday. But he told her what he could by reaching for her hand, locking their fingers together. And when she leaned into his side, head coming to rest on his shoulder, maybe, maybe, that was her way of saying she understood. 

His stiff body slowly relaxed against hers, and he thought about nothing but the slow draws of her breath, the way her hair tickled against his jaw, the love he felt for the angel of the girl sitting pressed against him. 

-

The first time she held him he fell apart. 

Their little trio had stayed up late in celebration of their last school year, playing Exploding Snap well into the night. The Undercroft echoed their joyous sounds as the hours passed by, until Sebastian pulled himself away, saying he wanted to pay a visit to the Restricted Section for old time’s sake. It wasn’t long until she and Ominis were saying their goodnights to each other. 

It had been a perfect last first day, exactly what he’d needed after spending so much time at the manor. He’d left for what he was determined to be the last time. There was no better way to celebrate. 

He could think of no better way of ending it than saying goodnight to the girl he loved. 

“Goodnight,” he said softly, a small smile on his lips. 

“God, I missed you,” she breathed. “Goodnight, Ominis.” 

But before he could open the door, her arms wrapped around his chest. 

The result was immediate. His heart raced, and his throat grew tight. He couldn’t breath—how could he, with her holding him so tightly? Her head was against his chest, and for a split second he was afraid she might pull away when she heard the pound of it. It was that moment of fear that brought his arms around her, holding her to him like he had nothing left. 

It felt like dying when she pulled away from him. She sucked in a breath. “Ominis, are you alright?”

“What… what do you—”

“You’re crying.”

She was right. He felt the tears, now, traitorously running down his face. He quickly brought up the sleeve of his robe to wipe them away. 

“Is it something I did? I’m so sorry, I didn’t—”

“No,” he said quickly. “No, you’ve done nothing wrong.” He took a shuddering breath. “I just… You’re the first person who’s ever…” 

Ever what? There were a million ways he could finish that sentence, and all would be true. The first who had ever held me. The first who has ever cared so deeply. The first to touch him with nothing but kindness. She was the first person to break down his walls, to give him life, to let him love and be loved. 

Somehow, she seemed to understand his silence. She took him into her arms once more, and he let himself come crashing down. Sobs worked their way through—both sadness and joy mingled together in an utter mess of emotion. How could he have gone his whole life without this? Without feeling safe, without outstretched arms to run to? But he had found it. A person he could call his home, who would hold him when he fell apart. He was grateful. So grateful. 

They never went back up to their dorms that night.

-

He was determined today would be the first time he kissed her. 

Since that night in the Undercroft, every touch between them felt natural. Part of their beings. He came to her effortlessly, letting his arms pull her to him. His hand felt foreign when it wasn’t in hers. But yet, he had yet to confess the depths of his feelings for her. 

He knew exactly why—she was patient. They’d started this whole thing nearly two years ago now. She’d always gone at his pace, waiting for him to be ready for each new step. They didn’t need to say the words. It was obvious to both of them. But Merlin, he wanted to. 

She needed to know just how much she meant to him. The joy she brought into his life without even trying. It had been a long time coming, but now, he was ready.

He’d taken her out to Hogsmeade. It was the perfect spring day—cool breeze carrying the scent of Butterbeer clear out of the Three Broomsticks. The sun was just beginning to set, and they were on course to return to the castle when he stopped her. 

“Could I take you somewhere?” he said softly. 

“Of course,” she said, a little perplexed. He smiled, taking out his wand to guide the both of them, other hand still in hers. He led them down a path, then turned sharply into the woods. The trail he followed was light barely there, mostly grown over by foliage. But he heard the sound of the creek and knew he was close. 

The trees gave way into a small opening, the melody of water trickling just beyond it. He smiled. 

“It’s lovely,” she said. 

“Good. I hoped it would be.” His wand returned to his pocket, and he took both her hands, facing her. 

It was her turn for her breath to catch. It was only fair after all the times he’d done so because of her. Did he look as lovesick as he felt? 

“You are everything to me, do you know that?” he said softly. His hand reached up, following the curve of her neck up to her jaw, where it came to rest. “Everything.”

“Ominis…” 

The way she breathed his name sent shivers through him. And her breath on his lips—Merlin, how had he waited so long?

“I love you.” 

He didn’t give her a chance to respond—he’d let her say it soon enough. But he needed to prove himself to her, show her just what he meant when he said everything. His lips came crashing down against hers, and at that moment he decided every second not spent kissing her was a second wasted. Like everything about her, she was gentle. She was warm. She was soft. Like everything about her, he couldn’t get enough. He thought he’d give her a chaste kiss, but he was only a man, and a starving one at that. 

He only pulled away when his lungs felt like they would burst, and his chest heaved under her resting hand. 

“I love you,” she said, voice hoarse. “God, I love you.” 

He decided that night would be the second time he kissed her, too. 

After that he lost count.

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Careful - Chapter Four

(Dad)Spencer Reid x (Mom)Fem!Reader

Chapter Four: Last Hope

It’s just a spark but it’s enough to keep me going.

Summary:

The entire axis of your world is shifting.

Spencer is not the man you left alone all those years ago, and you don't know how to react to him being such a perfect, caring father. You also don't know how to react to the potential that you could be killed by someone who has already gutted five other women.

Luckily, Spencer is there to protect you. Another thing you don't fully know how to react to - but somehow, you just go with it.

Dad!Spencer Reid x Mom!Fem!Reader. Exes to Lovers. (Slight) Fluff and Angst.

Word Count: 8,800

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Detailed warnings and author's notes below.

Warnings: Again, basic warnings for a Criminal Minds episode - mentions of murder/killing, the reader character is the next target of a serial killer; mentions of the reader wearing a sexy Halloween costume (during a flashback); mentions of gender roles - the reader doesn’t raise Sebastian with strict gender roles (and Spencer appreciates this); mentions of the reader giving birth (not graphic descriptions); some emotional tension between Spencer and the reader; angst because Spencer is upset about missing out on so much of Sebastian’s life; passing mention of abortion; the reader is threatened (in a graphic way) and called whore in a derogatory manner by the UnSub; Spencer is also threatened in a very graphic way by the UnSub; specific threats of stabbing and rape (toward the reader); passing mention of poop (because come on, this is a little kid, and kids talk about their poop a lot); I believe that’s it for this chapter.

A/N: So, this chapter starts off with a flashback rather than ending with one, because flashbacks are important to how information is revealed to the audience, and I think it works here. Idk what else to say about this chapter - I think it's a nice transition into the climax. I hope you guys enjoy it!!

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Halloween. It was always a time when Spencer thrived the most - and he thrived even more when spending it with you. 

It was your second Halloween together as a couple, and Spencer loved that you enjoyed celebrating the holiday just as much as he did. You loved dressing up, you loved all of the spooky lore behind Halloween. And of course, you loved listening to all of the real life facts he had to tell you about Halloween’s history, and things like vampires, werewolves, zombies, and all of the Halloween traditions and how they evolved over time. 

You didn’t think before that learning about the origins of Halloween could make it even more fun, but Spencer somehow made it into the most exciting educational documentary of your life. 

This year, you had invited him to a house party that one of your work friends was hosting. It would be some light drinking, finger food, dancing to cheesy Halloween songs, and most likely sitting around and talking while roasting marshmallows around your friend’s backyard fire pit. It wouldn’t be anything big, but you expected it to be a really fun night. 

You showed up to Spencer’s place wearing a straight off the rack, generic ‘sexy witch’ costume. It consisted of a very wide brimmed pointy hat, dark make-up, and a tight corset drawing attention to your curves, as well as a short tulle skirt, flared sleeves, and black fishnets and black boots to top off the look. He found you irresistible and almost wanted to stay at home. But he was looking forward to the party; he was excited to meet your friends and he knew that the occasion meant a lot to you. 

He told you that he was planning on going as a young Ernest Hemmingway, and as much as you adored it, because it was a very Spencer thing to do - you knew that it was very unlikely that anybody else at the party would be able to identify his costume on sight, and that would probably disappoint him. He would be standing proudly, asking people to guess who he was, and they would come up blank because they weren’t in the same mindset as him. 

So you advised him of this, and encouraged him to steer his costume in a different direction. (And Spencer - trusting any advice you gave, simply let you lead him.) 

You took the late 1800s style clothing he had picked out for the occasion, and some of the makeup you had brought in your bag for potential touch-ups - and you convinced him to let you dress him up as a sexy vampire who had been turned in the late 1800s. 

You did his makeup - with some dark eyeliner, that he winced at the entire time, some dark eyeshadow, and some red lipstick smudged around his mouth to appear as though it were blood he had just siphoned from his latest victim. And the entire time you worked, he came up with an elaborate name and backstory for his vampire character. You delighted in listening to him tell you all about Frederic Henry - named after a Hemmingway character. A man who was shot in the military and assumed dead, but who was saved in the trenches of World War I by a vampire’s bite, and then lived on. 

You encouraged him to wear his shirt unbuttoned quite a bit, creating a deep V down to his chest that he wouldn’t have worn any other time. Thinking about his story, you even used the eyeliner to create the scar of a bullet wound on his chest, slightly hidden by his shirt - something to hint at Frederic’s tragic past. 

(Both you and Spencer got way too into it, but you were having fun.) 

You were running a bit late by the time you left Spencer’s apartment, but it was a casual house party, and you knew that nobody was going to call you out for being ‘late’. 

You parked a few blocks away, not wanting to drive through the neighborhood with so many kids out and about on foot. It was still early in the evening, and many kids were still out, knocking on doors, getting their candy. 

“They’re so cute, aren’t they?” You remarked as the two of you walked down the sidewalk, hand in hand with Spencer as you made your way toward the party among a sea of Trick or Treaters. 

“Kids in costumes? Or just kids in general?” Spencer replied with a chuckle, trying to clarify what you had said. 

(There was a hopeful edge in his voice, a daring longing in his eyes as he looked at the parents helping their children from house to house. Something deep inside of him that hoped the two of you could have your place here a few years from now.) 

“Kids in general are cute.” You shrugged. “But kids in their little costumes are so much cuter.” 

Spencer’s insides fluttered - seeing you light up with joy just talking about children, knowing that it might be in your future. Knowing that it might be a part of his future with you. 

“If we had a baby, would you wanna dress him up for Halloween?” Spencer asked. 

You wanted to fixate on the ‘if’ - to tell him that you thought it was something more certain in your future, with the way things were going. That you thought he would make an amazing father. That you wanted it to be a ‘when’. 

Instead, you chose a different part of his statement to pick at. 

“You sound awfully certain that our kid would be a boy.” You chuckled. “Please don’t tell me you’re one of those guys who would be disappointed by having a girl.” 

That would be a dealbreaker for you. As amazing as Spencer was - he had to be just as good of a father to a daughter as he would be to a son in order to stay in the picture. 

“Goodness, no.” Spencer replied, shaking his head. 

He held back. He didn’t tell you that he had spent far too much time - hours on the plane rides back home, nights when he couldn’t sleep - thinking about his future with you. He imagined three kids. An oldest boy, and two girls, about a year or two apart each. A golden retriever, a house - he had even picked out which district he wanted to live in based on schools in the area and lowest crime rates. 

He knew it was stupid, but he had already been squirreling away money for a downpayment on that house. When you were ready, he wanted to be able to give you everything you could ever ask for. He had way too much time to fantasize, and he didn’t want to admit that to you now. 

“Just - it slipped out.” He chuckled. “I would be thrilled if we had a little girl. But - I pictured us having a boy.” 

In his mind’s eye, his daughter was so much like you. And if that came to pass, then he would be the luckiest man on earth. 

“You did?” You grinned at him, a distinct light in your eye. 

Spencer found his chest untightening as he breathed in relief. 

“Well, if he’s half as cute as you,” You said, moving a hand over to pinch one of his cheeks, which made him smile and let out a huff, half forming into a laugh. “Then I definitely wanna dress him up in a Halloween costume. Especially while he’s still little and cute and can’t argue about what I wanna dress him up as. Before he starts talking and wants to be that fuzzy guy from Star Wars.” 

“You mean Chewbacca?” Spencer asked, wondering which one you were talking about. 

“Yeah!” You said. “The big ugly one. The little teddy bear guys are cute, but the big one is kind of creepy.” 

“We had an all-day Star Wars marathon, and you didn’t tell me that you thought Chewbacca was creepy?” Spencer chuckled, his mind now distancing from the subject of the two of you having kids. 

“Yeah, because you were there to protect me!” You replied, your voice still filled with lightness and laughter. “And I didn’t even really realize it until after. I had this weird nightmare-” 

“You had nightmares about Chewbacca?” 

“One nightmare! It was only one!” 

The subject of children was forgotten, then. 

Your laughter echoed off into the night, and you didn’t think much of the conversation. 

Spencer remarked on it as a precious memory - as a sign that his savings account was an insurance policy for his future, not a fool’s errand. After the break-up, he thought about it over and over - he wondered where he had gone so wrong, how he had lost you. If you had felt so secure in your future together - how had he lost you?

… 

Spencer wasn’t sure how it was possible, but he was growing more and more love for Sebastian with each passing moment. 

After he got off the phone with Derek, he went back into the house to be mobbed by Sebastian. Having the boy run into his arms with so much excitement - it made him feel more heroic than anything he had done with the BAU for the past years of his life. So often, when he carted off a killer to jail or when he saw a victim returned to the arms of their family, he couldn’t feel the relief or the calm that JJ or Gideon spoke of. He just felt so empty. 

But having Sebastian hug him tight and ramble in his ear with excitement about all his plans for their afternoon - it made his chest swell with a grand importance that he had only gotten a taste of when he was with you. When he was making you happy. It felt like a moment that his whole life was leading up to. 

You asked Spencer if it was okay for you to go back to your office and get some work done while he occupied Sebastian, and he could think of nothing he wanted more - except maybe for you to join him, and to spend some true quality time with him and his son. But he hoped that would come later. And this in itself was progress - you trusting him to play with Sebastian, to spend time alone with him while you got your work done. 

Sebastian showed Spencer every single one of his toy dinosaurs, and they played with those for quite a while. They also had a tea party with some large bears and dolls present - and Spencer was delighted by the fact that you didn’t buy him gender specific toys. Knowing that this opened up different areas of play and imagination, and allowed for his development to be nurtured by gentleness and caring that young boys didn’t often get in a society so rigid about gender roles. 

Spencer really couldn’t imagine a better boy. You had raised such a beautiful, smart son. Someone who was polite, so caring, and gentle. 

Spencer was practically swollen with love, overwhelmed at getting to spend time with his son. 

His heart felt as though it might burst out of his chest and he knew that he looked fitful, actively holding back overwhelmed tears while Sebastian poured the imaginary tea for each member sitting around the small plastic table and they clinked their tiny plastic cups together in a toast. 

Then, Sebastian wanted to show Spencer a favorite movie of his. He rushed downstairs to put it on the TV, and as he was picking it out among the DVDs, he became distracted by something at the top of the shelf beside the TV. 

“My Halloween basket!” Sebastian said, pointing to an orange basket at the top of the shelf - one that did appear as though it was for Halloween, with a jack-o-lantern’s face painted on the front of it. 

“Mommy says treats are for after dinner. But… can we have one now?” The boy looked hopefully toward Spencer, knowing that he would be able to reach the basket and bring it down toward him. 

Spencer didn’t want to undermine your rules. You had done so well raising Sebastian this far, so you were clearly doing everything right. 

He crouched down to the boy’s level. 

“We should go ask your Mommy if it’s okay to have one.” He told Sebastian, who nodded, and then ran off toward your office with that thunderous urgency in his steps. 

He heard a distant ‘Mommy!’ - and a bang that could have been Sebastian’s version of a knock or him downright smacking the office door until it opened. But then he heard your voice murmuring and what must have been a frustrated sigh. 

Spencer felt slightly bad that he had sent Sebastian to interrupt your work, especially over something so small. But he didn’t want to lose progress with you and have you reaming him out for giving your son sugar without your permission. 

You soon came into the room and went straight for the candy bucket, lifting it off the shelf and bringing it down to Sebastian’s level so that he could choose one. 

“I know it seems cruel. But I didn’t want him eating it all on Halloween and puking, so he’s allowed to have one a day, usually as a treat after dinner.” You explained, clearly wanted to lay out your reasoning for Spencer. 

“No, no, it’s not cruel.” Spencer replied quickly. “It’s a good idea. Regulating his intake of sugar while not completely restricting it as something sacred or off-limits. It’s a good call.” 

Sebastian picked out a small packet of M&Ms, and then you went to lift the bucket away, and he spoke up. 

“Can I pick one for my friend Spencer, too?” He asked. 

“Yeah, go ahead.” You nodded, and then you added on: “Spencer’s favorite is Snickers.”

Of course, Spencer was floored that you remembered this. 

Sebastian picked out a mini Snickers and then excitedly thrust it in Spencer’s direction. 

“Aw, thanks buddy!” Spencer said, eagerly taking it with a grin, even reaching out to give him a high five while he smiled up at Spencer in return. 

(He was too busy looking at Sebastian with those stars in his eyes to notice the way you were watching the pair - watching all of your dreams unfold before you with an odd mixture of bitterness and affection swelling up inside of you.) 

Sebastian moved on to picking out the movie and you went to walk out of the room again, seemingly to get back to work, but Spencer stopped you. Something else was on his mind. 

“Y/N.” He called your name gently, and you turned back to him, your arms crossed stiffly. 

He was just glad that you didn’t seem so angry at him using your name this time. 

“Do - do you have any pictures of Sebastian in his Halloween costume?” He asked meekly, afraid that you would stamp out this request with more anger and defensiveness. 

“Why?” You gaped, seeming very confused that he would even ask this. 

“I - I just wanted to see.” Spencer replied. 

‘Because I missed out on so much of him.’ He hesitated to say. ‘I know it’s impossible, but I want those years back.’ 

The deep sadness lingering in Spencer’s eyes caused your stomach to clench. 

He had really changed. This wasn’t the same man who had been standing in the apartment that night. This wasn’t the same person who had been so callous and stubborn - the same person that you felt you needed to protect your unborn child from. 

Maybe this was the man you had fallen in love with, somehow rescued from the clutches of that person you didn’t know who had mocked you while wearing Spencer’s face. 

“Gimme a minute.” You told him. And then you leaned in close before you whispered something else. “And you should let him see you eat the Snickers, otherwise he’s gonna be insulted.” 

Spencer smiled at this. 

Sebastian waved him over then, and he asked which DVD Spencer would rather watch. Spencer ate the Snickers and thanked Sebastian for sharing his treats once again while the boy went through a very detailed explanation of the plot of the films so Spencer would have an informed choice. And then Spencer picked, and Sebastian moved to put the movie into the DVD player. 

This was when you came back with a thick envelope filled with pictures and handed them over to Spencer. 

“I had these printed a while ago.” You explained. “I was planning on making a scrapbook for my mom, for mother’s day. It’s… basically every important moment in Sebastian’s life.” 

“That’s my baby picture!” Sebastian said excitedly, looking over at the pictures in Spencer’s lap. “That’s when I was a baby, after I was born. I was one day old. Mommy said that everyone used to be one day old at some point, but that just sounds weird!”

Spencer’s throat clenched up with tears, and this clashed with the laughter he experienced from Sebastian’s comments. 

But as he looked through the pictures, he had a much harder time holding back his tears. 

Seeing all of the pictures, all of those moments - it slowly broke him. 

The first picture was one of Sebastian wrapped in a very clinical swaddling blanket when he was still so new and wrinkly, only hours after his birth. Spencer could imagine how small Sebastian would have been in his arms. The tiny little newborn sounds he would have made. Spencer wished that he could have held your hand through the birth, that he could have been there with both of you in the hospital during those first few days of his life. 

Then, a picture of you holding Sebastian in his nursery when you had brought him home from the hospital - a photo that was most likely taken by your mom. You had such a big, bright smile on your face. You looked so perfect with him in your arms. You were such a good mother. 

There were pictures of him when he was more alert - his big, curious eyes looking at the world for the first time; what appeared to be his first picnic out at the park when he was laying on his back on a soft blanket, taking in the world for the first time. Spencer could imagine how sweet his baby laughter would be - what it would have been like blowing raspberries on his soft belly and kissing you under the warm sun. 

He continued flipping through the photos - another one of what must have been his first Halloween. He was dressed up as a chubby round Jack-o-Lantern with his little fist in his mouth, drooling around it while your mother held him for the picture. 

And then - pictures of him walking experimentally while you held him by both of his hands; him sitting in front of a Christmas tree, opening an exciting Christmas toy that made him beam with a big smile. 

Pictures of important memories all throughout his life, all the way up until recently. This past Halloween, he had dressed up as Luke Skywalker. 

He liked Star Wars. 

“Um, can I use your bathroom?” Spencer choked out. 

He knew that he was crying very blatantly now. 

His chest was caving in as all of it truly hit him - how much of his son’s life he had missed. He didn’t wait for you to direct him because he knew that he had passed the bathroom coming down the hall. He abandoned the photos in the middle of the coffee table, haste to escape.  

Sebastian looked at him with sad eyes as he stormed out of the room. 

“Why is my friend Spencer sad?” He asked in a small voice, looking up at you. “He doesn’t like my pictures?” 

“No, honey, your pictures are beautiful.” You assured him, kneeling down by the table and gathering up the pictures. “It’s complicated…” You let out a huff, not knowing how to explain it to him. Not even knowing where to start. “It’s grown-up stuff, okay? Just - just watch your movie.” 

You stacked the photos back into the envelope, and you hoped that Sebastian wouldn’t follow you as you raced down the hall toward Spencer. You weren’t surprised to find the bathroom door closed. 

“Spence,” You called out his name as you knocked gently on the bathroom door. 

That gutted him even more. Spence. 

Another harsh reminder of the life he had lost. 

“I’m sorry.” He called back, his voice audibly drenched in tears. 

Your throat tightened up. 

This began to shift your entire axis. The man you had left standing alone that night - you thought he was a man who would have never cared about your son. Someone who would have asked you to get an abortion or distanced himself from the pregnancy as much as possible. 

But this man - this felt like the Spencer you knew, the one you fell in love with. 

He cared so much. 

This was someone who could fit into your life, someone who could help raise your son. 

And tugging right at your heart, something you wanted to deny - this was a man you wanted to be your husband, as well as the father of your child. 

“Spencer, please-” 

Spencer opened the door then, and upon instinct, you drew back, wrapping your arms tightly around yourself. Unconsciously, you were protecting yourself. 

“I’m sorry.” He apologized again. “Did I scare him? I didn’t mean to.” He asked, looking behind your shoulder as if waiting for Sebastian to appear. 

There it was again - prioritizing your son above all else. Worry for him. 

Something you wouldn’t have expected. Something that forced you to shift your whole perspective. 

“He’s fine.” You told him. “He - he probably just wants you to watch the movie with him.” You said, entirely honest, motioning toward the living room - where the sound of Sebastian’s cartoon movie could be heard playing from the television. 

“I’ll be out in a minute.” Spencer noted, reaching for some toilet paper to wipe his eyes with. 

You squeezed your hands tighter around your arms, resisting the urge to reach out and touch him. You wanted to wipe those tears away yourself. Spencer’s keen eye went right to this movement, and you felt so caught. 

“I should go start dinner.” You said, eager for an excuse to escape the situation. 

You whisked down the hall before Spencer could say anything else, and before his mind could linger too much on it - on you - his phone rang again. 

It was a number he didn’t recognize, but he had to guess that it was one of the phones from the local police station - someone from the team calling with an update about the case. 

“Reid here.” He answered, deeply hoping that he didn’t sound too tearful over the phone. 

“Do you like pretending, Doctor Reid?” 

That certainly wasn’t a voice he recognized. 

“Excuse me?” Spencer squeaked back, having no clue what this meant. 

“Do you like playing house, Doctor Reid?” 

The person on the other end posed a slightly different question. The voice was sharp and certain, completely devoid of genuine emotion. It caused a chill down Spencer’s spine, and he knew, somehow- 

The UnSub had gotten a hold of his phone number, and felt the need to taunt him by getting in contact with him. 

“Unlike you, I’m not playing.” Spencer growled in return, already having the profile in his pocket. “I don’t need to play house to fulfill some God complex. I fully intend to spend the rest of my life being there for my son, raising him. And as long as I am here, in this house, no harm will come to my son or the woman who raised him.” 

“Hmm…” The man seemed entirely bored with Spencer’s words. “The woman who raised him. Such a funny way to talk about that whore you supposedly once loved. But she did such a good job raising the boy, didn’t she? Seems like she didn’t even need you in the picture, did she? Such a sweet little thing… anybody could just waltz right into that house, slit her throat and take him. He’s smart enough to do well on his own now.” 

Spencer knew that it was a tactic intended to get to him, and he shouldn’t have let it emotionally affect him as much as it did - but fuck, it got to him. 

“Don’t talk about her that way.” He growled into the phone. “Don’t talk about them, that way, I swear to god, I’ll-” 

“You’ll do what, Doctor Reid?” The man cut him off, clearly mocking him. Clearly in disbelief that Spencer could ever truly be violent in response to his family being threatened. 

Spencer choked on a breath, trying to compose himself. 

“Now, now. Simmer now.” The man cooed, still mocking, entirely condescending. “And don’t you worry, Doctor. Every whore gets her time to be an angel. I’m sure that she’s going to look so beautiful when she’s moaning and writhing in pain while my knife plunges into her guts. Don’t worry, Daddy - I’ll treat her as gently as I can.” 

Spencer sucked in a breath, preparing to yell at the man, but then - the line went dead with a sharp ‘click’. Spencer pulled back his phone and looked at the display - he memorized the number so that he could give it to Garcia later, and then, he called JJ. 

“Reid, hey.” 

She sounded worried. 

Any rage pumping through him that the unknown man had triggered in him melted away, and he immediately wondered why JJ had taken on that sad, sullen tone. 

Before he could ask, she spoke up again. 

“We… were just wondering if we should call you.” 

“What’s wrong?” He asked. 

“The UnSub knows you’re in the house.” She announced, ripping the band-aid off all at once. 

Spencer wondered again how this was possible. But he figured that it was better to exchange information and let the questions naturally arise than to ask the questions himself. 

“Yeah, he just called me.” He told JJ. “Clearly with the intention to antagonize me.” 

“Wait, hold on.” JJ sighed. In the police station, she walked into the conference room where the team was working and put her phone on speaker for the room before she spoke to Spencer again. “Tell them what you just told me.” 

“Someone who I can only assume was the UnSub just called me.” Spencer explained. “It was very clear that he was trying to antagonize me. He - he seemed jealous that I’m here - that I’m trying to take his place as father in the household before he could get here.” 

“What makes you say that?” Hotch asked. 

“He claimed that I was ‘playing pretend’. He called me Daddy. He mocked my love for Y/N, and taunted me with the idea of him… potentially killing her.” Spencer found those last words particularly difficult to speak, but he knew that the team needed all the information at hand. 

“Let me guess, he called you from a blocked number?” Prentiss wondered aloud. 

“No, actually.” Spencer replied. “Do you have a pen? I can give you the number and you can have Garcia run it.” 

“Fire away.” Prentiss replied. 

“503-202-1052.” Spencer told her. 

“I’ll call Garcia now.” She said - on the other end, getting up from the table to call Garcia on her cell. 

“JJ said you guys have something too?” Spencer asked, still wondering what JJ had meant. 

“The scumbag sent us a letter.” Morgan answered. “The envelope was full of pictures. A bunch of pictures of your girl and the kid from weeks back - them at the park, at restaurants, at the grocery store. He’s way farther ahead in his timeline than we thought he was.” 

“Yeah, and there’s… something else.” Rossi sighed. “He also included pictures of you and JJ standing on the porch when you arrived at the house. And one of you coming back to the house later, by yourself. In one of them… he crossed your eyes out with a red marker. It’s clear that he sees you as competition. A clear threat to his fantasy.” 

“But - how does he know that I’m Sebastian’s real father?” Spencer wondered aloud. 

“Perhaps he only sees you as competition because you’re another male encroaching on his territory. Because you’ve spent prolonged time at the house, seemingly to protect her and the child.” Hotch theorized. 

“No…” Spencer said, putting the pieces together in his. “On the call, he said: ‘Such a funny way to talk about that whore you supposedly once loved.’” Spencer repeated it perfectly from memory, feeling a pang in his chest at calling you a ‘whore’, even if it wasn’t his own wording. “It was like he knew that me and Y/N dated before and broke up. Like he knows that Sebastian is a result of our previous relationship.” 

“That is… strange.” Rossi remarked. “Do you think that Y/N might have mentioned your relationship to a friend, or a neighbor? Maybe… she might have confided in somebody?” 

“It’s possible.” Spencer sighed. “But since she’s moved here, she’s surrounded herself with women. A female babysitter, fellow moms as her friend group.” It was something he had noticed in the more recent photos of Sebastian. “Our UnSub is a man - I don’t see her divulging those types of things to him, even if she didn’t know he was a potential threat.” 

“Well either way, he knows. And he’s pissed off.” Morgan sighed. “I mean, the wording of this letter… it makes sense why he seems so hostile toward Reid. It’s not just anger toward a random man who’s encroaching on his territory - it’s a personal rage towards someone he feels could actually ruin his chances with Y/N if he’s built up this fantasy of having her in his mind over these weeks.” 

Morgan picked up the letter and read some lines from it. “‘I will stab him in the spine, paralyzing him and forcing him to watch as I rape that whore - I will take her as my own while he pleads for mercy. I will show him what happens when weak men abandon their obligations. If Daddy wants to play, I’ll play too.’” 

“Is that really what he thinks?” Spencer huffed, unable to hold back his emotions. “That I abandoned my obligations? Does he really think that-?” 

“Reid.” Hotch said firmly, cutting off Spencer’s ranting. “Stay calm. What we really need to ask ourselves now is: how does he know so much about you? How does he know so much about your past that even we didn’t know?” 

He added this on - seemingly taking offense to the fact that most of the team didn’t know that Spencer had a serious girlfriend in the past. A relationship that had resulted in a child. 

Just then, Emily came back into the room. 

“Garcia said the phone number goes to a public library on the other side of town.” She announced. 

“Morgan, you and Prentiss go to the library - see if anyone there saw the UnSub or if they have any potential security footage of him.” Hotch ordered. 

“Reid, see if you can convince Y/N to come into protective custody.” Hotch added on, turning his attention to the man on the phone. “With the UnSub being further along in his timeline than we thought, and seemingly being provoked by your presence, we really need to protect her and her child. Stress that fact to her. We need to keep a close eye on her until we can find a viable suspect.” 

“Yes, of course.” Spencer replied, before ending the call. 

Spencer splashed some cold water on his face, truly trying to pull himself together before he exited the bathroom. 

It truly hit him, then. 

This day wasn’t about some soft, sappy reunion with you and his son. This day was about the fact that you had been targeted by a dangerous, deranged killer. And he needed to do everything in his power to protect you from that horrible man. 

A fresh, vicious wave of determination went through him - if he had to tear out the man’s throat with his teeth, then he would. He wasn’t going to let even the tiniest amount of harm come to you or his boy. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever. 

He put on a smile, not wanting to potentially scare Sebastian with a frown or his trembling fear over what might happen. He tried his hardest to push all of it out of his mind for now as he walked down the hallway and back into the living room - where a musical cartoonish number was in full swing on the TV. 

“You were in the bathroom for a long time!” Sebastian commented brightly. “Did you have to go poop?” 

Spencer let out a laugh at this. This almost instantly lifted his mood - the fact that such a young kid didn’t have the sense of embarrassment or social constructs in order to know that it wasn’t really routine to ask someone what they had been doing in the bathroom. He easily found humor in Sebastian’s bluntness. 

“Seb, what did we say about asking people about their poop?” You called out from the kitchen, clearly having heard the conversation. 

(So this was a habit of his?) 

“Sorry!” Sebastian called back. Sebastian then turned back to Spencer. “Your poop is only your business. Unless you have to tell the doctor about your poops.” He assured Spencer, clearly repeating something that his mother had told him. 

Spencer nodded. “It’s all good, bud.” He said, smiling at Sebastian. “I’m gonna go talk to your mom, okay?” 

“Are you gonna watch the movie with me?” Sebastian asked. 

“I promise, I’ll watch whatever you want to later.” Spencer replied. 

He made it a promise because he wanted to hold himself to it - he wanted to spend lots of days watching films with his son. And playing games, and teaching him things. He promised himself that there would be lots of time to do these things with Sebastian in the future because nobody would interrupt that for him. 

But for now, he had to convince you to agree to protective custody so that the three of you could have the safety and security of a future together. 

Sebastian seemed content with this answer and turned back to the TV, and Spencer ventured into the kitchen, where you were preparing dinner. 

“Hey, Spence.” You greeted him gently. “I’m assuming that you’re staying for dinner? It’s nothing fancy, just some pasta with cream sauce, and chicken and broccoli.” You explained, gesturing around to the many items you had surrounding you - a pot of boiling water, and cutting boards with different vegetables, and one sequestered off in the corner with cut-up chicken pieces waiting to be put in a frying pan that was still heating up. 

“Sounds good.” He easily agreed. “After dinner, we need to pack a bag for Sebastian, and you need to get some stuff together so that we can get you guys into protective custody.” He said, posing it more like a gentle suggestion than a question that you could say no to. 

He truly hoped that he wouldn’t have to go into the graphic details as to why you needed the protection - why it was more urgent now. He hoped that he wouldn’t have to resort to telling you about the man who had threatened to go poking around in your insides with a knife while making him watch. 

Not surprisingly, you completely ignored what Spencer said. 

“Unless you prefer Turtle Mac n Cheese?” You said, instantly deflecting away from the topic, holding up a box of mac n cheese that had some cartoonish characters on it. They were green and looked vaguely like anthropomorphic turtles. Spencer guessed that this was what you were making for Sebastian’s dinner - most likely along with having him eat some broccoli, because you seemed determined for him to at least somewhat eat healthy. “I think that cartoon shapes really give it that extra gourmet flare.” 

“Stop that.” Spencer demanded gently, taking the box out of your hands and placing it somewhere else on the counter. You frowned at him. “Stop acting like what’s happening isn’t a big deal. If you’re doing this because you’re frightened-” 

“I’m not frightened.” You said, cutting him off. “I just don’t think that the FBI needs to be wasting resources on me when there’s people out there who are actually in danger. Or people who have dead loved ones who need answers.” 

“Exactly.” Spencer pressed. He lowered his voice before he spoke his next words, though he knew it was unlikely that Sebastian would hear him over the movie playing on the TV. 

“The man who sent you those flowers has already killed five other women.” He stressed, pointing behind you, toward the vase with the white carnations in it. He was surprised that you hadn’t thrown the flowers away after what he and JJ had told you. “Five women’s families are waiting for answers about who killed them. And you could be helping us-” 

“I can’t help you, though.” You shrugged. “There are no men in my life. There’s nobody Spencer. There hasn’t been since I broke up with you.” You snapped, giving him a harsh glare - as though you resented him for ruining you, tainting your heart and leaving you broken. 

The realization shattered him a bit more. All this time, he had been worried that you had moved on, that you were living a better life without him. But you had been just as lonely as he was - aside from the company of a small child that reminded you more and more of Spencer every single day. 

Spencer took a breath, trying to focus. 

“Just come into protection.” He pressed. “The FBI will take you to a safehouse, and-” 

“A safehouse?” You scoffed. “How is that any safer than the house we’re currently standing in? Does it have bulletproof windows and a steel reinforced door? Or - or is it just a regular house with regular windows, and regular walls, and a regular door? Just like my house?” You chuckled sarcastically, moving to grab the cutting board with the chicken, shoving it into the now heated pan with the back of your knife. 

Spencer’s nerves were grated on by your sarcasm. 

“Dammit, Y/N!” He shouted, much louder than he intended to. “Can’t you see that I’m just trying to protect you?” 

“Yeah, and where the hell was that attitude four years ago when I begged you to-” You swiftly cut yourself off, the words dying off in your throat, not wanting to rip open old wounds. 

You tossed the items back onto the counter with a crash, only causing more tension in the air. You took in a sharp breath - suddenly, standing in front of the stove, you felt too hot. 

You reached for the edge of your hoodie without thinking, and peeled it up over your head. You were wearing a thin camisole underneath, but surprisingly, your black bra being so visible through the thin white fabric wasn’t the thing that caught Spencer’s eyes as more and more of you was revealed. 

There it was. 

The four-pointed star necklace that he had given to you on your birthday was sitting in the middle of your chest, right where it belonged, glaring at Spencer, taunting him. 

It became apparent to him in seconds that you had been wearing it all day. You had answered the door earlier that day wearing that pale blue hoodie, having no clue that Spencer would be on the other side. You had no reason to impress him, quite angered that he was even there in the first place, actually. So you had been wearing it under your hoodie since before then - since the beginning of the day, likely. 

You had been holding it close to your chest as something precious - hiding it under your clothes as a secret, just for yourself. 

If there was a single shred of doubt in Spencer’s mind that he had loved you more, that he had missed you more since the break-up, it was gone now. You hadn’t dated other men, and you had silently carried that symbol of him, as if unconsciously beaconing him back to you. 

When you finally got the fabric off your head, you instantly noticed him gaped-jawed and staring at your chest. You wouldn’t have called him a pervert, because before you even glanced down to confirm that you had the necklace on - you knew. A terrible guilt struck through your gut, like you had been caught stealing something, and you froze up on the spot. 

You and Spencer locked eyes for a moment, and his hands quivered with the terrible need to reach out and touch you - though in that moment, standing just across the kitchen from you, he felt a thousand miles away. He had a terrible need to hold you, yet he had never felt more distant from you. He had never felt more prohibited from touching you since the moment you had first grabbed his hand on that very first date. 

How long had you wanted him back and said nothing? How many days had you woken up thinking about him, knowingly raised his son alone, and made no effort to contact him? 

“I - I have to go change my clothes.” You said, your voice so utterly small. “Can you watch the stove?” 

You didn’t wait for a reply before you turned and whisked off again, clearly too eager to escape the tension. 

Spencer busied himself with watching over the food - stirring here and there, and starting the cartoon turtle mac and cheese based on its boxed instructions - trying desperately not to think about what all this meant. 

When you came back, you were wearing a simple, light tee shirt. And it was easy to see that you had taken off the necklace and put it away somewhere. 

… 

Having Spencer there for dinner felt like role-playing as a family. 

With Sebastian in his usual seat behind the dinosaur placemat, sitting between the two of you - it felt like something out of a strange, distant dream. He kept looking to Spencer for encouragement when he ate his broccoli and didn’t spill his juice, and Spencer stared at you across the table, having that constant fond look in his eye whenever he turned back to Sebastian or talked to him in that sweet, soothing voice. 

Spencer also watched you, and tried to make it seem subtle. You noticed his eyes drifting over to your plate, ensuring that you were eating, as he had done many times before. You wanted to make another snarky comment about him pretending to care, but you kept your mouth shut. 

It felt so shallow, and plastic, with the supposed threat hanging over your head; knowing that the only reason Spencer was there in the first place was because he believed that you were in danger. 

Yet, it felt like something you had been doing all your life. It felt like just another night. Like Spencer had come home from work to this a thousand times; like you would get up and do the dishes and kiss him and then bring him to your bed for the night. It felt like that’s how things should be. 

You really weren’t sure if you loved it or hated it. 

You were nearly finished with your food and Spencer’s dinner was half-done, food getting cold on his plate while he encouraged Sebastian to finish up - when there was a knock on the door. 

You expected it to be JJ again, pressing you about the protective custody thing. You let out a harsh sigh when Sebastian quickly wormed out of his chair and raced toward the door - eager to answer it himself. 

“Seb!” You called after him. “What have I told you about answering the door when Mommy isn’t there?” 

You raced after him and uncomfortably grabbed him up with a gut full of food, Spencer trailing behind you awkwardly. 

“You’re here now!” Sebastian argued, laughter in his voice. 

“Here, go with your-” 

You abruptly cut yourself off, stopping yourself from saying ‘go with your dad’. 

“Go back to the table with Spencer.” You told him, turning him around and directing him toward the man. You couldn’t bear to look him in the eyes, knowing that he could predict exactly what that verbal near-slip was. “I will answer the door.” 

“Come on, bud.” Spencer encouraged him. “If you finish up all your dinner, we can have a treat later,” 

He hated to promise something you hadn’t permissed, but he knew that you needed the distraction right now. 

You unlocked the door and opened it, fully expecting JJ to be standing there patiently (likely having heard that entire exchange from behind the door). You were surprised when nobody was there, and instead, your eyes drifted downwards to a large brown envelope sitting on the step. 

It didn’t seem to have any kind of shipping label on it - just your first name written on the front in bright red ink. It made you startlingly curious, at the same time, caused a tight knot to form in your gut. You picked it up, bringing it inside before you closed the door and locked it again. 

You brought it back to the kitchen and placed it on the kitchen island, and of course, this caught Spencer’s attention where he could see you from his place at the table. 

“Y/N, what is that?” He asked, unable to mask the frantic worry popping up in his voice. 

“I don’t know.” You said, feeling slightly haunted by it yourself. 

You moved to open the envelope, and before Spencer could stop you, something echoing in the back of his mind - chirps about potential poison or even a bomb - you had ripped it open and spilled the contents onto the counter. 

Your insides quaked when you saw what it was. 

Spencer rushed over to look at the items with you, and naturally, this drew Sebastian’s attention as well. 

“What is it, Mommy?” He asked, marching over and trying to get a peek over the edge of the counter, but not yet tall enough to see - which you were thankful for. 

“Did you finish all your dinner?” You asked, leaning over to look at him. 

“I did!” He said proudly, nodding. 

“Okay, then, why don’t you go into the pantry and pick a cookie?” You said, hoping that your sudden flood of worry and fear didn’t quake through your voice as you forced a smile for him. 

“Okay!” He cheered brightly. 

He ran off to the large cupboard beside the kitchen table, eager to pick between the varieties of cookies that you had there. 

(Again, he was smart - but easily distracted. That you were thankful for.) 

“Y/N-” Spencer gasped when he saw the items that had come out of the envelope. 

“I don’t wanna hear it.” You said, your voice now quivering with tears you found yourself unable to hold back. “I don’t wanna hear about how you were right.” 

You stared down at the items in horror. 

It was several photos of you; very voyeuristic shots of you going about your daily life. Several of them including Sebastian when you had been doing perfectly innocent things - going shopping, playing at the park. Even pictures of the two of you playing in your own backyard. A view of you getting dressed through your bedroom window. 

One of the photos - a photo of nothing more than the front door to your home - had a message scribbled across it in bright red marker. 

‘Daddy misses you. Be home soon. xoxo’  

“That’s not what I was going to say.” Spencer sighed. 

He saw how horribly you were shaking - he saw the tears brimming your eyes. This time, he truly couldn’t help himself. He stepped around the counter, and upon instinct, he swept you into a tight hug. 

Unconsciously, he caged you away from any potential danger with his arms around your shoulders - holding you like he would have when you had a nightmare or when you shied away from men you considered ‘creepy’ on the subway. Your arms wrapped tightly around his waist, your fingers digging into his back for comfort, clinging to him like you would have clung to a life raft at sea. 

You broke into sobs, the sound muffled by his chest, and Spencer’s own heart stung - knowing that the true depth of the danger had finally hit you. 

“It’s okay.” He told you. “It’s gonna be okay.” 

He rubbed a flat palm across your back, hoping to comfort you in some way, even though he knew that the terror of the whole situation was mounting - and it was a horrible thing to face. 

“Spencer-” You sobbed out, unsure what you even wanted to say. 

“I’m going to make sure it’s okay.” He said firmly. “You know I won’t let anyone hurt you, right?” 

It wasn’t even a question in your mind. The two of you had your problems back in the day, but you knew that Spencer would never let any harm come to you. 

You clung tighter to him, savoring the moments while Sebastian was still distracted - likely sneaking more than the singular cookie you had allotted him to have, not that you cared in the slightest right now. 

If there was anything else on your mind aside from the potentially crippling fear as the realization truly hit you, any room past the fact that you had been stalked and secretly surveilled by a murderer for weeks now; then you might have considered the fact that when you had woken up this morning, you never would have never thought that Spencer Reid, of all people, would be such a comforting touch to you. 

Oh, how things change. 

…

Spencer was hesitant to let you go from the hug. 

But he had to call the team, because this was an important break in the case. And he had to see what kinds of arrangements they could make for you - if they could find a safehouse for you on such short notice, or if he would be taking you to the field office or the police station. 

You cleaned the cookie crumbs off Sebastian and took him to the living room, trying to maintain some sense of calm while you turned on a random cartoon show on cable. He got out a puzzle and you helped him with it while Spencer stepped into the other room and dialed Morgan’s number. 

“Hey, Reid.” Morgan greeted him. “How’s married life treating you?” 

“Not funny.” Spencer replied, his voice short and frustrated. “The UnSub just delivered another package here. More photos. And a message. ‘Be home soon’. It’s pretty clear that he’s planning on making his move soon.” 

“Woah.” Morgan replied. “Well, if Y/N didn’t want protective custody before, then I’m assuming that scared her into complying.” 

“Yeah.” Reid agreed. “Where should I bring her?” 

“Hold on.” 

There were some voices clustered on the other end, and then, the next person to speak on the phone was Hotch. 

“Reid… you’re not going to like what I have to say.” 

“What is it?” Spencer prodded. 

“Morgan and Prentiss got nothing at the library. So far, the only thing we’ve got on this UnSub is the fact that Y/N is likely his next victim, and he doesn’t seem eager to break pattern just because you’re in the house.” 

Spencer didn’t like where this was going. 

“You’re not insisting-?” He asked, and Hotch filled in the blank for him. 

“Our only chance to catch him could be… catching him in the act. We could tie him to the other crimes if we catch him breaking into the house-” 

“The house that my son is currently in.” Spencer huffed. 

“We could bring the boy into protective custody. And leave Y/N there. We know that he never hurts the children, that’s not part of his MO.” Hotch offered meekly. 

“But he gets some kind of catharsis from playing house.” Spencer replied. “If we move Sebastian, that might cause him to break pattern, and he could just move onto another victim.” 

Then, something else occurred to Spencer. 

“Also, we don’t know how he’s surveilling us.” He added on. “If he sees where we’re moving Sebastian, he might go after him.” 

He considered that another woman - someone completely unsuspecting, someone unprepared, someone innocent with no way to defend herself - would be killed if Spencer made the wrong choice. It could be more than one woman if the UnSub got away and simply continued his patterns uninterrupted. 

This was more controlled. The UnSub seemed determined to confront Spencer. 

Spencer felt that was a confrontation he could win. 

“We can have unmarked cars posted on every block. And the minute he breaches the house, you call it in. He won’t get anywhere near them.” 

Spencer hated that it was their only choice. 

“Okay.”

...

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Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!reader, Max Verstappen x fem!reader Summary: Gossiping drivers, alcohol and Charlotte. What could possibly go wrong? Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, angst, cheating, kind of taboo (future stepbrother) WC: 4.9k F1 Masterlist || One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven

Three weeks ago there had been an anonymous complaint raised about your presence in the paddock when you were nothing more than a spectator. Apparently an emotional support animal wasn’t an acceptable reason to travel with Charles and it didn’t take a genius to figure out who laid the complaint.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Charles asked as you placed a plate of food in front of him. 

“I’m getting paid to do what I would normally do anyway,” you pointed out once again. “And dad said I needed to get a job.”

You had been hired by Ferrari to work in the hospitality building; running food orders, making drinks, tidying the driver’s rooms. Okay, maybe the job was more than you would normally do, but not by much. At least you were kept busy and boredom no longer plagued you. 

“I didn’t realise you needed the money,” he murmured as he stabbed a seasoned chicken breast with his fork. His credit card in your handbag was yours to use however you wanted, he had assured you of that time and time again, and it was the only reason his apartment was furnished so brightly. You could never have done that on the measly savings in your bank account. 

“I don’t, but I’m not going back to Monaco on my own.” That was the consequence if you didn’t become an employee, at least while the Covid restrictions were in place. 

“Hmm, god knows what trouble you would get up to there on your own,” he chuckled, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. Something had been off about him all morning, but you knew he would talk about it when he was ready so you let it drop.

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” you said with a wink as you leaned closer and laid a napkin on his lap. “I believe you called me a good girl just last night.”

You left the dining area before he could respond and met Sebastian at the beverage station. He was another of the drivers you had befriended, though much like he was to Charles, it was more in a father-figure role. The German was a gentle soul and you always had time for him, even when he called you out for the feelings you thought you were able to conceal in public.

“You wear your heart on your sleeve,” he commented as you made his coffee - double shot espresso with a dollop of froth, no sugar. 

“You obviously need this coffee to wake you up, Bassy, you are clearly dreaming,” you said as you placed it in front of him and showed your bare arms. “I have no sleeves.”

Sebastian smiled as he lifted the cup to his lips, the words entertaining him but not fooling him. “There is a little get together tonight with some of the other drivers. I think everyone is feeling a little isolated from society right now and could do with socialising. You should come.”

You gave a noncommittal shrug because you weren’t sure if Charles would be one of those other drivers, he hadn’t mentioned anything to you. “Maybe, it depends how busy I am picking up your dirty laundry.”

“My wife trained me well, maybe you are thinking of the wrong room.” He placed the empty mug down and departed with a wink. 

The rest of the day passed quickly and you made yourself comfortable in Charles’ room while you waited for him to finish his media duties. It wasn’t unexpected that he took longer since it was the first of the two Italian GPs, he had given you warning that the team’s homerace would be more hectic. Pierre was the first to invite himself in, lounging on the other seat wanting to know the gossip around the paddock. 

“Don’t lie, I know the best gossip comes from the kitchens,” he begged when you said there was nothing of interest. 

“What can I say? Everyone is tight lipped after Nora and Damien caught covid.”

That had been the hottest gossip of the week because Nora was from Renault and Damien from Racing Point. Both teams were still arguing over who gave it to who and there were talks of suspension because they were sneaking into each other’s rooms instead of isolating. 

“Ah bon,” he huffed. “Are you coming tonight?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t had a chance to ask Charles what the plan is,” you answered as you checked your phone again to see no messages and the afternoon was dragging. “What is taking him so long?”

“You’re waiting here for him?” Pierre frowned as he sat up a little straighter. “He was heading back to the hotel after he finished, he had to go pick up Charlotte from the airport.”

You tried to police your face but from the pity on Pierre’s it was clear you failed to hide the disappointment, shock and betrayal. Charles had been quieter in the last few days but everything you asked what was wrong he said nothing and then distracted you.

“Sorry, I thought you knew and that’s why you were still hiding out here.” He stood up and reached into the pocket of his Toro Rosso jacket to grab his car keys. “Wanna catch a ride with me?”

You didn’t really want to go back to the hotel room you had been sharing with Charles but had no idea where else you could go. You definitely needed to change out of the Ferrari uniform you wore but you didn’t want to see Charlotte if you could help it. Why was she even here?

“I don’t know, but from his mood I’m guessing Charles didn’t invite her.”

You didn’t realise you had asked that aloud and you concentrated on your shoes as you stood up and followed him out to the carpark. You almost asked him to turn around and take you back to the paddock but there would probably be more gossip spread if you slept in Charles’ driver’s room instead of the hotel.

“Thanks for the ride,” you said as you stepped out of Pierre’s car. 

“No problem. Text me if you want a ride to the party.”

You weren’t exactly in the mood to party but the idea of liquor was growing on you so you said maybe and departed. Walking into the hotel, you passed the designer stores that lined the first two floors and felt the black credit card calling, but it was probably the devil whispering in your ear. And not for the first time you listened. 

Charles checked his phone as he received another notification from his bank. One part of him was pleased to know you were at least near the hotel since the charges were to the shops below, but a larger part was sick knowing you were lashing out because of the message he had left in your room down the hall. 

The shower turned off as his phone vibrated again and a bitter laugh bubbled at the $50k debit he saw for Prada before Charlotte appeared from the bathroom. There was a time before you showed up back in his life where he found her beautiful but now he could only imagine your face when he held her. He really had to do something about this because no matter how disinterested or rude he was, she ignored it to remain in his life. Looking away as she reached the bed, he returned his focus to his phone and sent a message to the person he actually wanted to be with.

The hotel room was silent when you finally built up the courage to leave the shops and take the elevator to the higher floors. The housekeepers had swept through and placed everything back where it belonged except for one square sheet of hotel-embossed paper.

Charlotte is here so I will be staying with her for the week. I’m sorry, I couldn’t bring myself to tell you in person. Love, Charles x

You sneered at the paper as your phone vibrated. “Love, my ass.”

Charles: Ma biche, if you are trying to bankrupt me you are going to have to do better than that. 

You: I just want to look good for the party tonight. Never know who I might take back to my room.

You slammed the stack of receipts down beside the note and went to see that his bags were gone from the bedroom. Your lip curled back in disgust and you tore the protective sheath off the little black dress you had purchased with his money. If he was going to be a coward then he would suffer the consequences of it. You were sick of waiting for them to break up, maybe their delusions for a perfect image actually made them perfect for each other.

Charles slammed his phone onto the bedside drawer and pushed Charlotte’s advancing hands away. “I’m not in the mood.”

Rolling her eyes, she settled amongst the pillows and crossed her arms. “You’re never in the mood anymore.”

“Whatever, just get dressed,” Charles ordered as he kicked his suitcase over before unzipping it and grabbing a clean set of clothes. “We’re going out.”

“I just got here.”

“So? It’s a party.” He didn’t even glance her way as he pulled his Ferrari shirt over his head and replaced it with a plain white t-shirt before moving onto his jeans. 

“Will Y/N be there?”

Charles’ foot caught in the legging and he nearly tipped over. “I don’t know,” he lied.

Charlotte knew him well enough to know when he was lying, or telling half truths - those were almost as common as breathing to him lately. 

–

Since social gatherings were frowned upon, the group had met in a large field that the motorhomes parked in near the Monza track. A roughly cut metal oil drum glowed with a fire and golden embers floated off into the evening light as you navigated your way in new heels to the circle of couches around it. 

“I think I overdressed,” you joked to Pierre as a dozen pairs of eyes flickered your way. There was no denying that you looked amazing, but you were more suited for the red carpet than a backyard bonfire. You should have gone with jeans and a shirt like Pierre wore when he picked you up.

“I think you look beautiful,” Max said with a smile as he shifted on his seat to make space for you. “You can sit here.”

You returned the smile and carefully stepped over the legs outstretched to warm by the fire. One pair of eyes burned into you but you pointedly ignored him as he sat opposite the flames with Charlotte on his lap. You stood in front of Max and put your hands on your hips as you cocked an eyebrow at the narrow space between him and the armrest. 

“I have caught you checking out my ass enough times, Verstappen, you know it’s not going to fit there,” you said with a smirk. 

An annoyed humph came from beyond the flames and Charles started to push Charlotte to her feet. “I’ll get you a seat.”

“She can sit here,” Max reiterated as he spread his legs back to get comfortable in his chair and patted his thigh.

“Mate…”

“Such a gentleman.” You turned on your heel, meeting the furious Monegasque whose eyes reflected the fire that was burning within him too. You held his steely gaze as you lowered yourself down onto Max’s lap, feeling the form fitting dress that barely covered your thighs ride even higher. 

“I didn’t think so many of you guys would actually be here,” you said as you draped an arm over Max’s shoulder to help balance on your perch. His arm curled around your back so his hand rested lazily on your hip and his eyes darted to Charles, the blue hue almost screaming at him, ‘what a fool’. 

“I only came for you,” Max admitted as he tore his eyes away to look at you. Those eyes narrowed and he brushed he cupped your face, brushing his thumb across your cheek. “You’re wearing makeup. Why?”

You frowned, wondering if maybe the makeup artist had done a terrible job and Max shook his head. “You look beautiful,” he assured you as he saw the worry-lines crease your forehead. “You always look beautiful, but you don’t need makeup, schat.”

 You didn’t correct him on the endearment and he seemed to take it as a victory as his smile grew wider. Maybe you would have reminded him of the rules on friendship before the interruption, or maybe you would have just tucked the wayward strand of dirty blonde hair back where it had fallen over his face. 

“I’m glad you made it,” Seb said, breaking the tension as he leaned over a cooler and offered a bottle of Jagermeister. “You look like you could use this.”

“Thanks,” you chuckled as you cracked the cap off. “You could have given me a little more information about this ‘party’.”

“Where is the fun in that?” Kimi muttered to himself as he sipped vodka from a teacup. The white china and blue glaze depicted an ancient scene and you stared at it as you took a swig straight from the bottle. Disgust screwed up your face at the taste before shivering, making both of the older men laugh. 

“Ugh, I’ll take the rocket fuel please.” You didn’t give Kimi a chance to pull away as you stole the teacup and handed him the dark green bottle instead, though you were sure with those driver reflexes he could have moved if he wanted to. “That’s better,” you sighed as you tasted the drink to find it was a vodka lemonade mix. “I thought you would drink this stuff straight.”

“I’m not Russian,” he said as he jutted his chin across to Daniil who was in fact drinking pure vodka with Daniel, though the latter was coughing thanks to it. Reaching into the cooler, glass and ceramic clattered before he settled back into his foldout lawn chair with another china teacup that you didn’t bother to question.

Conversations between the drivers flowed, voices cresting and receding with the topics they were passionate about. Your stomach sloshed with alcohol and your body relaxed against Max’s, his smile growing when you rested your cheek on his head as you listened to him talk about the first thing he would do when the restrictions were lifted. It was to go to his friend’s concert, Martin Garrix to be specific.

“No fucking way,” Pierre laughed. “Not this again!”

You lifted your head and peered across the circle to where George and Alex were arguing over the suggested game of Truth or Dare.

“What are you? Prepubescent teenagers?” you teased as Alex took a pro-stance on playing. 

“No, Lando only looks it,” George joked.

“Hey!” The young McLaren driver spluttered with an indignant laugh. “Rude.”

“Leave little Lando alone. He got his first pube just last week,” Daniel chimed in before adding, “I’ll play. Max?”

Max shrugged with a quiet, “Sure.”

Alex grinned wider and elbowed George. “See, it’s fun.”

The younger half of the drivers around the circle started the game, daring each other to do silly little things that their PR teams would frown at or confiding the secrets they answered for a truth. Your ribs hurt from laughing until Daniel called your name. 

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” you replied just so you didn’t have to get up from your cosy spot on Max’s lap. 

“Have you kissed a driver here?”

Charlotte’s eyes narrowed on you through the flames and you grinned at Daniel as you combed your fingers into the short hair at Max’s nape. “Yes.”

“Who?” Daniel looked at Max, Pierre and Charles before returning to Max.

Your head tipped back with a laugh. “That’s not how the game works, Danny. It’s not your turn anymore. It’s mine. Max?”

“Hmm, yes?” he hummed as he looked into your eyes.

“Truth or dare?”

He debated the option for a moment before exhaling. “Dare.”

“I dare you to take me out.”

“You didn’t need a game for that,” he chuckled. “When?”

“Breakfast, tomorrow.” You leaned in and brushed your lips over his cheeks that flushed pink an instant after you whispered in his ear. “We could even make it breakfast in bed.”

You hadn’t noticed Charles had left his seat until you heard his voice beside you, plonking himself down on the cooler while he sparked up a pointless conversation with Seb. 

“Charles, truth or dare?” Max asked, noticing how still your body went and the stiffening of your spine. 

Charles turned slowly, his eyes drifting over the space where your body met Max’s and a sneer tugged at his lips. “I don’t play childish games.”

“Just the adult kind, right?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” he said with that innocent smile that had fooled you. 

“Of course you don’t.” Max turned his attention to the fire pit and the woman sitting on her own, attempting to hold an air of carefree relaxation despite her gaze always returning to you with a scowl. “Charlotte, truth or dare?”

“Max.” You jumped at the sharp bite to Charles’ reprimand but Max didn’t even glance his way as he waited for the woman to choose.

“Dare.”

“I dare you to finish Kyvat’s drink.”

Pierre’s teammate grinned as he offered the tumbler that was half full of vodka. To give her credit, she only winced with the first swallow but she downed the spirit and cocked an eyebrow that challenged Max, is that all you have for me?

A cruel smile tipped up and she licked the drop of alcohol that clung to her lips, the burn of the vodka quickly hitting her veins and travelling to her head. “My turn.”

Charles abandoned his conversation when Charlotte called your name and the slight shake of his head warned you not to answer. 

But he had pissed you off.

“Truth.”

The choice echoed around the circle as everyone fell silent. Pressure brewed like a lightning storm approaching and everyone felt the charged atmosphere.

Charlotte closed her eyes and took a deep breath before opening them, staring you dead in the eye as she found the courage she had been missing for months. “How long have you been fucking my boyfriend?”

Max’s fingers stopped drawing abstract circles on your hip and Charles burst to his feet. “Charlotte!”

“What? It’s just a game, Cha,” she replied with a bland look of boredom. 

“It’s not appropria-”

“3 years,” you cut him off, your eyes never leaving hers. If she wanted the truth then she could have it. “The 8th of August 2017, if you want to count the precise days.”

“What?” Confused murmurs broke around the fire.

“Oh, shit,” Pierre laughed as he looked closer at you then to his friend who had frozen still. “She’s that chick you hooked up with at Jimmyz?”

Charles dragged a hand down his face but ended it with a nod before turning to his girlfriend. “It was before us, mon amour.” 

The way he said it made it appear it was only before they got together, ever the liar, and even you rolled your eyes.

“So you two…and your parents…” Kimi whistled before keeping his mouth busy with a drink. He was quietly enjoying the brimming heat too much for someone nicknamed the Iceman.

“My father was out getting a haircut-“

“-at my mother’s salon-“

“-when we met. I guess they kept in contact after we left.”

Charles turned his attention to Charlotte but she was already storming her way across the field. With a sigh, he made his way after her and you wondered if it was finally the day that you had been holding out for, the one where she would dump him. 

“She should have asked when you last fucked him.” The words were a whisper in your ear as everyone else returned to their own conversations, the game clearly over, but you knew those conversations were about you. Max sensed your discomfort, though even a blind man would have been able to see it. “Want to get out of here?”

“You still want to go somewhere with me?” It seemed unbelievable that he hadn’t thrown you off his lap.

“Everyone has a history,” Max said with a shrug. “I don’t care about your past…just your future.”

You left without a goodbye under the watchful eye of Seb but you didn’t miss the elbow George gave Alex, muttering sarcastically, “Oh yeah, let’s play truth or dare, he said, it will be fun, he said.”

“I didn’t know that was going to happen.” The angry whisper of a reply followed your departure and it seemed Alex was the only one too innocent to see what had been in front of them all along. 

Charles' car was already missing from the makeshift parking lot and you slipped into the passenger seat of Max’s Aston Martin before he closed the door for you. 

“Where do you want to go?”

“I don’t know, can we just drive? I feel like a fucking idiot,” you laughed bitterly. All the memories made with Charles seemed to crumble like sandcastles with the tide as you remembered how he had chased after her. He always did, and it seemed he always would. Actions screamed louder than words. “He’s really not who I thought he was.”

“I’ve known Charles most of his life and I don’t think he even knows who he is,” Max said as he laced his fingers with yours and headed to the city. “Are you hungry?”

“No, but I have a full mini bar that is getting billed to Charles. Want to help me empty it?”

Max shared a conspiratorial grin as he headed to the hotel and when you walked past Charles’ room down the hall, it didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would. 

“What are you doing?” Max asked with a laugh as you hung the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the front door. You closed the door and leant against it, Max’s eyes following the curve of the Chanel dress, down the length of your legs to the Prada shoes and back up to the Bvlgari diamond necklace that accentuated the valley of your breasts.

“Making sure this party doesn’t get crashed.” 

—

It was a miracle there had been no complaint made as you turned the stereo up and pretended you knew how to mix drinks. 

“Max!” You fell into a fit of laughter as he poured four of the miniature gin bottles into the cocktail shaker, adding it to the three bottles of vodka you had put in. “That is pure alcohol.” 

He shook the container and poured the clear liquid into two glasses, spilling some as he reached the same level of drunkenness as you. “No, it’s just water. Here, taste it.” He tipped his glass back, his face pinching before he blew out a burst of burning air from his throat and spluttered a cough. “Mhmm, good water that.”

“You’re trying to get me drunk,” you shouted over the pounding in your head, but you knocked the drink back anyway. 

“You’re already drunk,” he countered, dropping into the couch and pulling you down with him. Empty bottles littered the coffee table and the dining table, the expensive mini bar almost empty. “I’m just keeping you that way.”

You settled on his lap and fingered the dirty blonde hair that was longest at the top of his head. “Is that so you can have your way with me?”

His eyes danced over your body, lingering on your thighs as your dress barely covered them. “No, schat,” he said with a small shake of his head as he cupped your face. “When I have you I want you to know that you chose me, clear headed and completely sober. Even if I really just want to fucking kiss you right now.”

You drew your lip between your teeth at the thought and his blue eyes darkened with envy. “We could just kiss?” you suggested as you shifted to straddle his hips.

“I don’t think it would be that easy to just stop there.”

“Fine.” Your hands stroked the column of his neck, feeling the cords of muscle that tensed under your touch before you traced his collarbones with your thumbs. “Truth or dare?”

He inhaled sharply and tipped his head back, watching intently as you popped the first button on his shirt and opened the collar wider. He didn't appear to breathe as you kissed the hollow at the base of his throat. He exhaled, knowing what you wanted to hear, “Dare.”

Your teeth grazed his racing pulse and he shuddered beneath you before you pulled back. “I dare you to kiss me.”

Perhaps it took having the flame of Charles extinguished for you to feel the spark of Max because this time when he pulled you close and captured you with a kiss you felt that spark ignite. 

—

You looked around the parking lot seeing all the other mothers dropping their children off for the first day of school. They all kissed their kids on the cheeks after a tight hug and said their goodbyes, complete with teary I love you’s. Confused, you frowned at the large hand that gripped your school bag and followed the arm up to your father. 

“Daddy, why isn’t my mummy here?”

He had known the question was coming, he just didn’t think it would be from his five year old. He thought he had more time to prepare as he dropped to one knee and held your hands. “Your mother was sick and she needed to leave so she could get better.”

“But she never came back.”

“Sometimes, that’s what’s for the best.” He kissed your forehead and draped your backpack over your shoulders, the weight more than just the lunchbox and books it carried. “But you know what?”

“What?”

“I will always be here for you, pumpkin.”

You woke in a cold sweat and felt the haunting thought the dream had inspired linger in your brain as you slipped out of the sheets. Beside you, Max slept soundly with one hand buried under a pillow and the other stretched across the bed as if he was searching for you. 

You didn’t regret sleeping with Max, though part of you felt he surely would, and you watched his back rise and fall a few times as you dressed. You were busy trying to write a note, tearing off each piece that failed to convey what you wanted to say and balling it up, that you didn’t hear Max’s footsteps. You jumped in surprise as his hands came to rest on your hips and his lips teased the same sweet spot beneath your ear that he had found last night. 

“Going somewhere?” he asked as he saw your bags by the door and he saw the latest attempt of a note. Max, thank you for last night. How about a raincheck on our-

“I think it's time to go home,” you admitted as you turned in his arms and draped yours around his neck. “Because the next time we do this, I want you to know that I chose you, clear headed and completely sober.”

He chuckled, surprised you could remember what he said. Then his own hungover haze lifted and he realised what else you said. “Next time?”

“I still want you to take me to breakfast,” you assured him with a smile. “How about you call me when you’re back in Monaco?”

“It’s a date.” He tipped your head back and kissed you with the same passion that left your toes curling and your body warmed with the memory of how that kiss had led to much more last night. But Max was sober and more in control of himself as he reluctantly broke away first.  “Do you want me to take you to the airport?”

“No, thank you, I’m going to drive back. Take a bit of time to myself and figure my shit out.”

Max frowned. “You don’t have a car.”

“Yet,” you said with a wink. “But if the offer for a ride is still on the table…there is somewhere you can drop me off.”

—

Charles woke to a call from his bank and he swallowed deeply as he listened to the request to release $250k to a dealership. There was only one reason you would buy a car and the thought left him feeling empty as the bed he woke up alone in. It was a surprise there was no noise complaint after the argument he had with Charlotte, the one where he snapped and broke things off. She had left in a rage and he didn’t have the decency to ask where she went. 

He had gone to your room, his feet carrying him light on a breeze as he finally had what he wanted. But then he had seen the Do Not Disturb sign on the door, and heard your laughter sneak through the panel of wood that separated him from where he should have been. 

Sitting up in bed, he wiped away the tears that had dried on his cheeks overnight. 

“Yes, allow the payment to proceed,” he muttered, though the sound of his voice was no longer one he recognised. 

Charles: Drive safe, ma biche x You: I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you in person.  Charles: I guess I deserved that.

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[yan-lorkai]

Hello~ Could I request a Sebastian x reader where his darling gets confused when kidnapped cuz his darling has low self-esteem and zero experience with love and becomes shy? (Implying that nobody's confessed to reader before)

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ This was simply too much to take in such a short time, so much information, so much everything. The worst part was how Sebastian was looking at you, so serene as if he just didn't confessed to you. But... He was lying right? Maybe he would kill right here and right now, you were not sure why though as you aren't a danger for Ciel. You aren't powerful, didn't have any influential friends.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ "If you're going to kill me, you don't need to lie." You say because you know there's just no way he love you as he claim. There's nothing likeable in you, you're not inteligent enough, not as beautiful as other people, not as good. You were the worst of the worstest and nobody had ever confessed to you before. But Sebastian has the nerve to pretend that he is surprised by your response and you hate it. You hate how he blinks, how his mouth tremble, how he frowns.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ You look the other way, admiring the bed that seems so comfy and cozy, and only a few steps from distance. For a kidnapper, Sebastian through a lot about your comfort, all your things are on the shelves, organized as you prefer. Your shake your hands, testing the handcuffs. Hesitantly you look at him.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ "I beg your pardon?" His head is tilted, confused by your behavior. Truly he expected to see you screaming and struggling against your restraints, calling for help, anything. But you aren't, in fact he isn't sure what's going through your head. But for you, he seems to be mocking you. What else would he do? Kiss you? Hold you? A blink of your eyes and you knew he's going to stab you at any second now. "What gives you the impression I'm lying, my soul?"

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ He is so cruel. But you suppose you can entertain him a little and gestures to yourself. "Look at me, who could love me? I'm not really cool or interesting, I'm not even beautiful. And now you are here telling that you love me? As if, nobody could love me!"

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ You feel silly telling him all that but looking around, there's not much you can do but try to appeal to whatever compassion he has. Maybe if you look pathetic enough he'll release you. Sebastian though seems to be processing everything, he was expecting fear, tears, he practiced mentally how he would soothe you. He wanted everything to be perfect. But this was something unexpected that he didn't predicted, lucky him, he knew how to navigate around and twisted it to his advantage. Kneeling at your feet and holding your bound hand on his, offering you a small smile, a comforting, warm one.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ "I truly love you, darling." He kissed your hand. "I love your smile", another kiss, on your wrist, "I love your happy face," this time was a little higher and he was planning to go up till he was facing you. Your heart beating loudly. "I love your voice, your personality, your laugh, the way you dance when you think you're alone, the way you bite your lip when you're indecisive, how you play with animals, every single thing, I love it all."

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ So many soft, light kisses he was leaving by your arm, face already at your neck where he was appreciating your scent. The whole experience was so strange. Was he serious? Everything he said was true? Your whole face was burning in embarrassment while you thought. No, he wants serious, he could be. Or could he?

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Sebastian let his head rest on your neck, looking at you with those beautiful ruby eyes. "Believe it or not, my darling, but I'm going to make you understand by any means necessary how much I feel for you."

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Looking at you, defenseless, incredulous, he couldn't help but smile. It was so bad for you that he had fallen in love with you and now it was even badder as he would use your insecurity against you, subtly, creating a spider web that would tie you up without you noticing, all those plans and thoughts shining in his beautiful red eyes as he looked at you.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ He planted a last kiss on your lips, it was chaste and innocent even though it comes from a demon. "I love you."

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[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

I'm not sure if your requests are open. If not, please ignore this.

I was wondering if you could do another part of Sebastian × female witch reader? Maybe a new cat ends up on her property, and she takes him in. She names her new kitty friend Sebastian because he's a cute little tuxedo cat.

Maybe the new cat walks right up to Sebastian when he visits next?

Yandere Sebastian Michaelis x Witch Reader | Tuxedo Cat

Sebastian is such a refined name

Perfect for the little tuxedo cat that’s been visiting you lately

With all the different cats that are sure to visit you, Sebastian is one of many

Come to find, the butler of a young client happens to have the same name

It isn’t too long before the butler Sebastian becomes a frequent visitor

Eventually meeting the visiting stray

Of course, Sebastian sees this as an absolute win

Cute witch and cute cats it’s a perfect storm

“Aww look at my two Sebastians! Hold on let me get my Polaroid!”

Unfortunately, though this tuxedo cat happens to have a chip on his shoulder

Quietly mocking a hiss when you turn your back

Meowing coincidentally when he intends to reach for you

But Sebastian, the butler, is used to dealing with little nuisances

And he prepares accordingly 

“Oh, Sebastian loves that catnip you brought.”

“I’m glad (Y/n). Now do you care to share the cake I brought?”

It’s likely he won’t kill the mini cat him

He’s far too fond of cats and your affection for them to do anything drastic

Now if his dear Sebastian grates his nerves a little too much

The cat may not be getting the knife-stabbing wrath but someone else will

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[faithshouseofchaos]

hey! can you do a werewolf carlos or charles where they have a mate bond with the reader and can feel when theyre in pain, so they feel someone attacking their mate and go crazy trying to find and save them?❤️‍🩹

Bonded— werewolf!Charles leclerc x reader

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I went for werewolf Charles because I already have a few werewolf Carlos fics.

Well anon I don’t know who you were but if you still around I hope you like this it took me awhile to write and I’m sorry about that.

Kinda angsty

Bonded

You were born into a werewolf family but you weren’t a werewolf you just carried the gene. It was pretty rare for a non-werewolf to have a werewolf mate. You met Charles at a mutual friend’s wedding and hit it off pretty well. It was like if you were drawn towards one another the both of you couldn’t explain it. Bonded werewolves feel everything the other feels everything. you didn’t understand what was happening to you when you felt really tired and worn out on Sundays and why sometimes you felt really angry and emotional or why you felt sudden bursts of adrenaline and happiness.

Charles was being affected and didn’t understand why he was being affected every month he felt like someone was kicking and stabbing him in the abdomen he also felt anxious, moody, and nauseous. It didn’t dawn on him that he had met his mate until he felt this presence at his home race in Monaco. Once Charles had seen you from across the paddock with you he understood his heart began to race which made you look over and smile at him. That's when everything became clear.

It was you

Charles asked for your number and since then the rest was history.

Charles was off for summer break for the next two weeks so you both took a much-needed vacation in the mountains at one of Sebastian's cabins with a couple of others from the grid.

You, Kika, and Lily decided to go for a walk while some of the guys went out to run some errands.

You girls, we're having a great time on your walk, completely unaware of what followed you in the shadows, and that was your biggest mistake.

The guys made it home from running their errands when Charles felt it. The way his heart began to pound in his chest then the fear began to hit in huge waves. He began to panic, searching around the big cabin not seeing you or your friends.

“Where are the girls?” Charles asked, worrying rubbing his hand over his beating heart trying to calm down.

“They went for a walk,” Pierre said

“Charles mate, what's wrong?” Pierre asked, taking in the state his friend was in.

“I don’t know,” Charles said

The three of you were being followed at first you thought it was Charles or one of the guys following behind you girls to make sure you stayed safe. The deep gutfeld growl you heard proved you wrong, it wasn’t one of the guys. The prince began to set in.

“Y/n what is it?” Kika asked

“Yeah, you're scaring us?” Lily said

“Run! Go run, I'll be right behind you!” You said pushing them back towards the Cabin.

Charles was about to go out to look for you when Lily and Kika came running into the Cabin reeking of fear and screaming for Charles.

“What happened?” Pierre asked, walking over to a Frantic Kika.

“We were being chased by something big we lost y/n she was behind us we think she tripped she told us to keep running”

“Whatever we saw was big and it had red eyes it wasn’t human”

That was all Charles needed to hear before he ran out of the house shifting on the lookout for you.

Charles was scared he didn’t know if that was the fear he was feeling or his own. The longer he couldn’t find you the worse he got, Charles didn’t even notice Pierre and Max coming up to him. Hell, he didn’t even know when Max got to the cabin.

Sniffing out the ground trying to find a scent, a trace of you Max and Pierre found blood and drag marks in the dirt.

‘Charles this is blood’

‘I got drag marks over here and a scent whoever attacked the girls isn’t friendly”

‘We should split up’

Charles didn’t care he ran off following the direction of the dragging marks he had to find you he couldn’t live with himself If he didn’t make it in time.

You screamed in pain. The werewolf who attacked you wasn’t a normal wolf. It walked on its hind legs and looked deformed and demonic. It had red eyes and it had bit you and you were in a lot of pain. All you wanted was Charles, you had to hold on for Charles.

They heard you scream all three changing directions running in the direction of you. Max got there first he was the closest seeing his friend no scratch that seeing someone who he considered his family his sister in pain, made him Seethed in anger. Howling to signal to Charles and Pierre that he found you. It didn’t take long for the other two to find you Pierre jumped into action helping Max with the wolf that attacked you.

Charles went to you immediately, taking in your state he saw the scratches and the bite marks on your body. Charles was angry, really angry. He turned to the big deformed wolf and jumped on his back, going for the wolf’s throat, biting, tearing and scratching.

It didn’t take long for the three of them to take down and kill the wolf once they did. Charles shifted back, picking you up and carrying you back to the cabin.

Alex and the girls had cleared off the table and had shorts ready for Charles to put on once he got back. He set you down carefully and got dressed. The girls immediately started to clean your wounds trying to stop the bleeding. They got your wounds to stop bleeding now everyone was standing around waiting for you to wake up Charles was pacing back and forth worried.

“Why isn’t she waking up yet?” Charles asked

“I don’t know We stopped the bleeding”

“We can’t take her to the hospital it’s to risky”

“She has the wolf gene she comes from a family of

Werewolves she should be fine she should be awake” Charles said holding your hand and brushing your hair out of your face. He noticed you were sweating and burning up.

“I just got off the phone with Sebastian. There's a special doctor who can help Sebastian said he’s on the way,” Max said walking into the kitchen.

“je m'en fiche de qui c'est, j'ai juste besoin qu'elle aille bien” Charles said not taking his eyes off of you.

After a while the doctor looked over your injuries,Vitals and came to the conclusion that you were fine.

“What do you mean she's fine , why isn’t she waking up!” Charles yelled

The doctor sighed, peeling back the bandage that once covered the bite. The bite that was no longer there. Charles noticed how you were slowly healing.

“How is this possible?” He asked shocked

“Your friend said she came from a family of werewolves that she carried the werewolf gene. Technically she’s a werewolf. It's the werewolf part of her DNA that was dormant. She's changing the bite that awakened that part of her. She’ll be fine son I promise you” the doctor said

“So she’ll be okay?”

“Yes she’ll be fine she just needs to rest so her body can do what it needs” the doctor said leaving.

A few hours later you woke up alone, everybody outside. Your eyes,mouth and hands hurt like hell but you didn’t care you just wanted Charles. Walking outside you find him pacing back and forth.

“Charles” you whispered.

Charles whipped his head towards you and began running towards you. Once he was in front of you he pulled you into his arms squeezing you.

“You’re okay, I was so worried about you,” he said, kissing your face.

“I don’t feel so good,” you said looking at him.

“What is wrong?”

“My eyes are hurting so bad,” you said, crying.

“Look at me open your eyes” Charles said

You opened your eyes. Eyes that were once your natural color were now glowing a bright golden yellow…

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[pahtoosh]

too much

[image ID: a gif of Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan sitting next to each other and cocking their heads to the side. made by tumblr user weird-mumbling. /.end ID]

masterlist

18+

wc: ~6700 words (my longest one yet!)

warnings: slight angst. baby is overstimulated and has a meltdown. steve calls you sweetheart. bucky calls you babydoll. written on my phone.

a/n: i honestly had a really bad night. i was so overwhelmed and tired. it was five am and i couldn’t sleep bc it was so hot, so i started writing this. it was incredibly therapeutic for me and i hope it helps some of you too🤍

pairing: daddy!stucky x gn!little!reader (Dada = Steve, Baba = Bucky, Daddies = both Steve and Bucky)

summary: you’ve been holding in your stress for far too long. tonight’s party pushes you past your tipping point.

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Tony was throwing a party to celebrate the team’s latest successful mission. Being the man that he is, he didn’t exactly need an excuse to throw a party, but he’d been on an “extravaganza cleanse” as he liked to call it. His last bash was nearly three months ago, so he’d surely be going all-out with this latest one. A couple weeks ago, the idea of a party excited you.

But these last few days have been terrible.

You kept running into problems left and right. Some of them weren’t a big deal on their own, but all together and combined with the stress of a party and the possibility of having to meet new people—maybe lots of new people—you’d had enough.

It was the day of the party. You’d been a little quiet all morning and afternoon, trying to conserve your energy. Steve and Bucky asked you if there was anything you needed to talk about, but you couldn’t find the words so you just shook your head.

They shared a worried look out of your glance while you continued forcefully stabbing fruits onto your fork from your afternoon snack.

It was now an hour before the party and your daddies decided to tidy up the place before leaving so your little family could come back to a clean home. Normally, you’d be alongside them cleaning too but they let you stay in your room because you were having a rough day.

The noises from cleaning brought you to your breaking point. As your mind raced, the sounds of the vacuum cleaner and Steve’s record player taunted you. It was as if you were being pulled in all directions with no end in sight.

A more focused baby might have put on their noise canceling headphones, but you were too overwhelmed to do anything more than lie in bed, eyes closed, with your palms pressed to your ears. You missed the sound of the vacuum cleaner turning off and your door opening. A gentle tap on your foot had you startled.

Eyes now wide open, you stared at Bucky with your hands still covering your ears. He took note of your distress and tried speaking as gently as possible.

“Hey, babydoll. Was the vacuum cleaner too loud for you?”

You nodded.

“Aw, Baba’s sorry about that. Dada and I are getting ready for the party now, do you wanna join us? Everyone’s so excited to see you.”

You were conflicted. On one hand, you really really didn’t want to even leave your bed right now. On the other, your daddies had been looking forward to this party and you didn’t want to disappoint them.

As you stared at Bucky, ears still covered and brow now furrowed, Steve walked in holding one of your new t-shirts on a hanger.

“I got someone’s new lucky dino shirt,” he said in a sing-song voice. He halted at the doorway, sensing the tension. The extra set of eyes on you and reminder that the party was happening now was the last straw.

You lost it. You burst into tears, flipping over and sobbing into your pillow. You pressed your hands even harder against your ears and kicked your feet on the bed.

“TOO MUCH! TOO MUCH TOO MUCH TOO MUCH!” you wailed.

You yelled until you couldn’t anymore. Your bed shook from the force of your movements.

Steve and Bucky watched, heartbroken as sobs racked your body. Steve set down the shirt and stood next to Bucky who was still sitting at the foot of the bed. They held each other’s hand, unsure of what to do at the moment. Normally, they’d be calming you down with a hug or a pat on the back but it seemed like touching you right now would only add to your overstimulation.

It was only minutes before your meltdown came to a stop, but it felt like you’d been screaming forever. Your cries died down, leaving you hiccuping into your pillow.

“Sweetheart?” Steve called out. “You don’t have to go to the party, it’s okay. We’ll all stay home tonight.”

You shook your head, still facing the pillow.

“No? You wanna go to the party?”

You shook your head again. “Daddies go. I stay.” Your words were muffled by the pillow but the punctual nature of your speech and your daddies’ super hearing allowed them to hear the message.

“Babydoll, we can’t leave you here alone,” Bucky started.

You kicked your legs again. “Go! Go go go!”

Bucky took a breath. He didn’t want to upset you anymore, but you were crossing boundaries. “Hey, that’s no way to talk to your Baba. You can’t stay home alone, you know this. Now, please be the big kid we know you are and tell us what’s wrong.”

You sniffled. Baba was right. You couldn’t stop or control the meltdown, but it was time to make things right now that you’d calmed down slightly. You flipped over slowly, hands now only partially covering your ears.

“S-sorry Baba. Sorry Dada,” you hiccuped. “I don’ wanna go. Is too much.” A tear rolled down your cheek and Steve instinctively wiped it away. You didn’t flinch: you were on the come down.

“We forgive you, baby. Now, we can’t let you stay home by yourself but how about a compromise? You can stay in your room and close the door. Baba and I will be in our room, quiet as a mouse,” Steve offered.

“You can take all the alone time you need. And if you need anything you can come to me and Dada or write us a note,” Bucky continued.

You gave the idea some thought. Some quiet alone time would’ve been helpful an hour or two ago. Now, you were tired and just wanted some love from your daddies. A little quiet together time sounded nicer than quiet alone time.

You shook your head. “Don’ wanna be alone nanymore. Can we watch cartoons? Just us and calm? And we cuddle?”

Your daddies cooed. “Of course, sweetheart. Do you wanna come here and give your daddies a hug?”

You nodded and got up to crawl to them. The three of you were squeezed onto your little bed, but you’d never been so comfortable. The pressure from your daddies’ strong arms and the group hug were very calming.

“May we kiss you, babydoll?”

“Yes. One at a time please.”

“Such a respectful baby we have,” Steve said, kissing your forehead.

Bucky agreed and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

The three of you migrated to the living room and you picked Arthur as the show for tonight. Steve prepared a plate with some of your safe foods in case you wanted a little snack before dinner. Bucky sat on the couch next to you, leaving you some space but you snuggled into his side, wanting the weight of his arm and the slight chill of the vibranium to help ground you.

Steve walked to the living room from the kitchen and set the plate down on the coffee table in front of you. “Am I allowed to join this cuddle session?” he asked.

You made grabby hands toward him, directing him to your left side. Your Dada placed his arm on the back of the couch so he could be closer to his two favorite people. He let you play with his other hand, twiddling around with his fingers while you watched the show.

Today might’ve had a rough start, but you ended up right where you belong.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃

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[scoonsalicious]

Unwanted: Chapter 25, Unprotected - Pt. 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, WARNING: THIS PART AND THE NEXT HAVE A MAJOR THEME THAT SHOULD HAVE A WARNING, BUT I DO NOT WANT TO SPOIL THE PLOT. THEREFORE, IF THERE IS SOMETHING YOU FEAR YOU MAY NOT BE ABLE TO HANDLE, *PLEASE* DM ME FOR THE WARNING BEFORE READING!

Word Count: 425

Previously On...: Chloe's been murdered. And it's all your fault.

A/N: I think we'll do the rest of Chapter 25 tonight, besties! I'm feeling excited to share this with you!

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After two weeks of utter self destruction (including Bad Decisions #19-28), you woke up in the middle of the night, still high off of whatever you’d taken earlier, in absolute agony. Your insides felt like they were twisting into knots within your abdomen, and you were terrified, convinced something was horribly wrong. There was no way you could experience a pain this intense and be perfectly fine. You curled up into a fetal position, hoping the compression would alleviate some of the pain, but all the movement did was deposit you in a wet spot on your bed. 

Sitting upright and throwing on the light, you screamed when you saw your bed sheets coated in blood. Had someone from the club discovered who you really were, broke into the apartment, and stabbed you?

But, no— you didn’t feel stabbed. You’d been stabbed before and you remembered what it felt like. There was no burning wound pain this time. 

There was only one clear explanation: You were obviously dying. Maybe Carthage had found a way to get to you, to finish you with the poison you’d been so quick to dismiss when you got sick before the Russia mission.

You shook your head vehemently; you were being ridiculous.  The sudden motion, however, left you feeling woozy, and you wondered how much blood you had lost. You didn’t know what was going on, but you needed help, immediately.

You grabbed your phone to dial 911, but hesitated. Being taken to a civilian hospital would risk blowing your cover, because the doctors would need access to your medical history if they were going to treat you properly, and you’d already done enough to risk the mission. So, you made the executive decision to activate the distress beacon inside your bangle.

The bracelet began emitting a low, pulsing vibration, sending its signal out into the world. You breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that you’d be taken to a SHIELD medical facility, where there would be no need to hide your true identity. Your cover would remain intact, and you’d get the proper care you needed. 

A new, tortuous wave of cramping took over, and you felt the overwhelming urge to go to the bathroom. However, the moment you had both feet firmly planted on the floor, your vision tunneled. There was a rushing in your ears, like the sound of an oncoming tornado, and you barely had time to register the sensation of your body crumpling to the floor before you lost consciousness and the world went black.

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6: A Special Kind of Liquid

This is a rather unusual story about a girl (reader) who comes across a special little friend that she likes very, very much. But does she love it more than she loves her boyfriend (Sebastian)?

Summary: Things continue and take a strange turn as you and Sebastian (literally) ride out the effects of the strange aphrodisiac the squid has "blessed" you with. (Last chapter of the Squid Smut Series!)

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!reader Genre: Smut // Words: 8.8k // [READ ON AO3]

WARNINGS: NSFW! Explicit sexual content! Excessive amounts of cum. Oral sex. Vaginal sex. Breeding kink. Deep (impossible) penetration. (Additional tags on AO3!) Read at your own risk!

← CHAPTER 5

6

(continued)

“You'll wake it...” you whine out quietly as Sebastian adds another finger, rubbing his groin against your leg almost needily.

“I'll be very quiet,” he hums back, pushing his fingers firmly in and out of you, while you hold your breath, hoping not to disturb the squid nestling in your bum.

Your breath hitches when he suddenly claims your mouth, pushing his tongue into it at the same time as he pushes a third finger into your wetness. Moaning against his lips, you're barely able to kiss him back, but he doesn't mind, closing his lips around yours, licking and sucking and nibbling, delving deeper, just like his fingers as he curls them inside you, expertly rubbing against your g-spot. Your limbs twitch as you force yourself to not lose it all over again.

But too late, as soon as your muscles contract, clamping down on his digits, you feel a deep thrumming inside your bowels. With a strained wail, you melt into his touches, letting him finger you senseless, kiss you breathless, and when he gently rolls you fully onto your back and lies on top of you, your eyes roll back as that special kind of vertigo assaults your senses once more.

His erection presses between your legs, guided by his wet fingers, and when he enters you with one swift motion, easily bottoming out in you, you moan into his mouth, your body jerking up under the sudden intrusion. The squid inside you stirs, but instead of moving along with the rapid rhythm of firmly slamming hips, it just thrums deeply, a constant vibration making your insides churn even more as the tension and pressure builds and builds.

Loud groans and grunts fill your ears as you lie beneath Sebastian's broad body, motionless, spent and at your absolute limit, yet he doesn't seem to care as he ruts into you with reckless abandon, pounding his length deep inside your tight space, each stab accompanied by wet squelching noises followed by shrill squeaks falling from your aching throat every time he prods your cervix almost brutally.

It feels as if he's splitting you right open, his weight and strength pushing you into the cushions, fingers gripping soft flesh, adding to the already existing bruises. And deep inside you is a throbbing sensation, making your muscles clench tighter and tighter around whatever occupies your cavities. You cry out soundlessly, body squirming and writhing, fighting the overwhelming assault on your senses.

Something warm floods your bowels, that burning liquid, oozing from the squid, seeping into your flesh, numbing the tension. You feel it stirring inside you, woken by the ruthless pistoning of the thick cock, whose bulging veins scrape over your sensitive flesh, whose thick head almost pierces your womb, whose girthy shaft rubs along your stretched entrance. Heavy balls slap against your bum, causing the creature lodged within to move with every thrust.

Your mind slips then, as exhaustion grips you, pulls you along, drags you into the darkness as everything happening to you fades to black...

You wake up with a sticky feeling between your thighs, on your whole body to be exact. Stirring on the lumpy, slightly damp surface of the couch, you roll onto your back, legs falling open, globs of white creamy substance seeping out of your clenching holes. You inhale sharply, tasting something bitter on your tongue before a pungent smell attacks your nostrils. Something warm and thick drips down your chin, and when you move, there's more of it on your breasts and your stomach. Even the couch is covered in it.

Leaning up on your elbow, you look around, feeling drowsy and confused. There's a strange emptiness inside you, no pressure or specific aches, although your insides churn, and when you shift again, something seems to be almost sloshing around inside you. You frown deeply. Despite the abundance of cum on your skin, there are two things you are missing immediately. The familiar tension of having a little squid shoved into one of your holes, and Sebastian.

Your eyes wander through the dimly lit Undercroft. What happened? You wonder, scratching your neck, retrieving your hand with more white stuff on it. What the bloody hell happened?

Breathing deeply, you sit up, rolling your shoulders. “Sebastian?” you ask quietly, your voice hoarse and barely recognizable. Slowly the soreness returns to your muscles, especially to your throat. Raising a hand to rub it gently, you take another look around. “Sebastian?”

Suddenly you see him, sitting on the floor, legs hugged to his chest, back turned to you, in a corner far away from you. Your eyebrows furrow. You stand up carefully, wiping at the sticky stuff on your skin, as your legs wobble beneath you. You almost lose your balance, yelping quietly, before you hold onto a nearby barrel to steady yourself. The longer you stand, the more your loins hurt, but you breathe through the pain and slowly make your way towards the crouched form of your boyfriend.

When you place a shaking hand on his shoulder, he flinches, issuing a strained little growl, but he doesn't look at you. You see his body shuddering slightly.

“What happened?” you ask aloud, your voice still raspy, and speaking hurts more than you've thought.

He doesn't reply immediately, head sunken on his arms. When he speaks, his voice is low and raw, muffled. “I... lost control...”

You frown even more, slowly going down on your knees, your hands on his arm as you urge him to look at you. He doesn't. “What do you mean?” you ask, although you have a notion what he means. But maybe you need to hear him say it.

“It's because of that thing...” he mumbles, slowly raising his head as he points ahead of him. There, in a little cage designed for singing birds, sits the not-so-little squid, shaking in its place as if humming violently, its eight arms coiled around the bars of its confinement.

You feel a wave of anger washing over you, seeing your precious pet treated like this, and you wince as you lean forwards but are held back by Sebastian's strong hand pulling you away from the cage. You stare at him, and when you meet his brown eyes, he quickly looks down again, shame plastered all over his freckled face.

“What do you mean?” you ask the same question again, slightly more demandingly and pointedly, despite the gravelly rasp of your broken voice, as you fall back on your knees slowly.

“Those... liquids that it... exudes...” he tries to explain, his voice feeble, strained as he stares at the squid. “Those must have... hallucinogenic properties... or... work like an... aphrodisiac...” He takes a shuddering breath. “I... don't know what happened... one moment I was... on top of you, and the next... I... ugh...”

You watch him closely, your anger switching with confusion and then... understanding. Looking down at your soiled body, you swallow hard, immediately wincing when your throat aches from the motion. He looks at you then, noticing your discomfort, and his eyebrows furrow even more, a truly saddened look sinking into his dark eyes.

“I am sorry,” he breathes, pressing his lips together to stop them from trembling. “I... I would never...”

“I know,” you whisper back as his voice breaks, and you put your hands back on his arm, scooting closer. He slowly relaxes under your touch.

“Are you hurting?” he asks softly as he leans his head against yours.

“I'll be fine,” you reply, moving one hand into his hair, lazily digging through his locks. “I might need a bath... and a deep scrub...”

His body shakes slightly when he lets out a short chuckle. “But no more dips in the Lake, okay?”

You shudder deeply as your eyes wander to the squid in its cage. Several emotions rush through you, ranging from disappointment to relief to a feeling of loss and a strange yearning. You are deeply conflicted. You know you probably shouldn't keep the (not-so) little creature. It had been fine for a whole month in which you've had the most amazing experiences, but seeing that it went all down the drain in just one night, you realize this might not work in the long run.

Not if you wanted to stay with Sebastian.

You have to choose, and in the end, the choice is pretty obvious. With a deep inhale, you wrap your arms around him and wedge your body right between his bent knees, pressing your sticky skin against his, and instead of being repulsed by it, he hugs you back, pulls you into his lap and crosses his feet behind you, really caging you in. He pushes his face into the crook of your neck and breathes deeply, his arms tight around your shoulders.

“Shall we bring it back?” you whisper after a long moment of resting in the comforting embrace before you turn your head slightly and look towards the little cage.

Your eyes widen when you realize the bars of it are bent out of shape and the cage itself is completely empty. When Sebastian notices the same thing, he quickly pulls you to your feet and lifts you off the ground by wrapping one arm under your rear, securely holding you against him.

“Where is it?” he gasps, looking around frantically.

Your heart is beating faster as you lean your arms on his shoulders, following his gaze. His bare feet tap around quietly as he walks you back to the couch, yet he doesn't put you down, instead holding you against himself protectively, his face grazing your breasts when he turns his head left and right. You look down at him, leaning back slightly.

“Forget about it,” you whisper hoarsely. He meets your gaze, tilting his chin up. Your hands cup his face. “It's probably already in the sewers and then back home in no time...” Your words fill you with a sense of loss as you imagine your cute little squid pet swimming through the Lake, probably looking for its next unsuspecting victim.

He shifts you on his arms, tightening the grip around your backside. “What if it comes back... for more?”

You shiver at the thought, unsure if it's fear or arousal. “I think I'm safe,” you say with a slight smirk, rubbing your thumbs over his cheeks. “As long as you don't come in contact with it...” you add teasingly. His face warms under your touch, and he looks away with a deep exhale.

“You know, I almost wish I'd remember what happened...” he then whispers, gently putting you down on a nearby crate (after checking for any lurking creatures). “I mean... seeing you like this, covered in my cum...” He clears his throat. “Must have been quite the experience...”

You snort, swaying your feet as you press your legs together and lean back on your arms. “It's also quite impressive... I mean, the sheer amount of it...” you breathe out with a soft chuckle, looking down at the dried up flecks on your stomach. Curiously you poke at it, scratching it off your skin mindlessly. His hand finds your wrist, and you look up in surprise.

His dark eyes bore into yours. “Come on, let's get you cleaned up!” he says firmly, ready to scoop you up into his arms again.

You hold him back. “I thought you liked seeing me like this...”

He scoffs. “I... do, but... next time, I want to be present when I... do that,” he mutters almost stubbornly, letting his eyes wander over your skin. “I want to see it hit your skin, feel the pressure when it shoots out, see it dripping down your body...” He licks his lips, his voice a breathy whisper as he stares at your mouth. “I... want to see you... swallow it all...”

A deep shiver makes you gasp softly before you reach your hands out and grab his arms, pulling him closer to you. He steps between your thighs, gently pushing them open, his gaze still scanning your body. Your fingers glide over his chest downwards, the muscles in his stomach tensing as you graze them.

“I want that too,” you whisper back breathlessly, that tension in your gut coiling up all over again.

Biting your lip, you look up at him, seeing the same desire burning in his brown eyes. Without breaking eye contact, you lower your hands until they brush against his erection. You're surprised he is already this hard, his tip coated in precum and the veins on his shaft throbbing badly as you move your fingers over them. You don't want to tell him this, but you have the feeling he's bigger than usual. Much bigger.

“Is this... still –” you stammer slightly, looking down finally, confirming your suspicion. He is huge! (He's always been rather big, but not this big...)

“– from that bloody squid thing? Yes. I've been this hard since I came to... Some potent stuff, eh?” He inhales sharply, probably in quite the discomfort in this state. Though you'd like to think you might be in more discomfort, imagining him doing it all to you with that thing. Especially your throat hurts just looking at his girth.

“Potent, yes,” you chuckle softly, trying to laugh it off, as you wrap both of your hands around his length, gently squeezing him. “So, do you need some help with this?” you offer quietly.

He raises his eyebrows, surprise plastered all over his freckled face. “Really? After everything I've done to you?”

“What? Do you expect me to run away just because you fucked me a little too hard?” You chuckle, continuing to stroke him expertly.

“A little? I... I think I did a little more than that...” he stammers, tilting his head.

“I thought you can't remember...”

“I can't... it's all a blur... but...” He extends his hand and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “Just looking at you, I know I've been pretty rough with you...” He cups your cheek and presses his thumb against your bottom lip. “I've certainly fucked your throat,” he says quietly before his hand moves down your neck, his long fingers tentatively closing around it, squeezing lightly. “Choked you too...”

You inhale deeply as you follow the movement of his hand downwards. He brushes his fingertips against your breasts before flicking your nipples that harden under the touch.

“And I've fucked your tits...” he utters, letting a finger glide through the valley between them, scraping at a speck of dried cum. “And unloaded all over you... from your face to your chest to your stomach...” His hand moves lower, teasing your mound. “And by the looks of it, I might have fucked both of your holes... and filled them to the brim...” He teases a finger between your folds, the wet squelching sound confirming his words.

You swallow hard before you take a shuddering breath, licking your swollen lips as you watch him raise his hand, seeing a thick glob of creamy cum on his fingertip. Without even thinking, you let go of his cock and cradle his hand between your fingers instead, bringing it closer to your mouth. You hold his heated gaze as you extend your tongue and lick along his calloused fingertip, tasting his still warm essence. His eyebrows shoot up as he watches you closely, a deep shudder rushing through his body.

“And I believe we're both still under the influence of that squid juice, huh?” he says, his voice hoarse, his whole body tense as he steps slowly closer, pressing between your legs.

“Probably,” you reply, your own voice a breathy whisper. As your heart beats faster inside your heaving chest, you can only focus on one thing: the taste lingering on your tongue.

For a long moment, or so it seems, you just stare at each other, taking in the sight of the other's arousal, trying to make sense of those intense feelings inside you, the need, the yearning, the burning desire. Your breath hitches, and when you make up your mind on what to do, you place your hands on his chest and push him back before you jump off the crate, grab his shoulders, spin him around and not so gently shove him against the old wooden box.

He gasps, and when you get down on your knees in front of him, your hands gliding down his body until you grip his thighs, he inhales sharply as you start licking up and down his hard member, breathing heavily against his hot flesh. Cursing under his breath, he leans back, his body tensing under your ministrations.

Your mind is filled with that special kind of dizziness, no coherent thought is able to penetrate the haze inside it, all you do is follow the instincts of your body, its urges. And so you lap at his cock as if it's the most delicious piece of meat you've ever tasted (he probably is), your tongue gliding up from his base in one long broad stroke, over throbbing veins and tight sweaty skin, until you curl it along his tip, sucking and nibbling on it hungrily.

His noises range from shuddering breaths to deep groans to low growls and sinful moans. Looking up at him from beneath your lashes, you see his face contorted in nothing but pleasure, his eyes closed, eyebrows knitted, mouth hanging open. You continue your assault on him by closing your lips tightly around his tip, hollowing your cheeks and sucking hard, pulling more and more drops of precum out of his slit that you lap up with fervour.

Your own noises are muffled, rapid huffs against his skin, deep hums vibrating through his cock as you take him deeper into your mouth, your tongue pressed to the underside of his shaft, feeling his erratic heartbeat thrumming against it, while your lips tighten around him as you bob your head back and forth, the friction on his hot skin causing you both to groan deeply.

Your eyes flutter shut as you force him deeper until he hits the back of your throat, and despite the initial soreness and reluctance of it, you press forward, your hands gripping his hips as you pull your head closer until your nose is pressed into his curly hairs and his cockhead is buried deep inside your throat, blocking your airways, enhancing the dizziness inside your head.

He lets out a strained grunt, stumbling against the crate, before his hands grab your hair, fisting it roughly as he pulls you even closer, holding you there until tears press past your lashes and the urge to gag grows stronger. Eventually you do, the uncontrollable shudders of your body making you twitch against him as spit and bile force their way up your throat, and as your fingernails dig into his skin, he releases you, and you lean back, spluttering and coughing, precum and saliva dripping from your lips as you take deep rasping breaths.

Wiping your soiled mouth, your chest heaving, you don't even care about the state you're in, you go right back to sucking him off, licking and nibbling and bobbing your head, repeating the motion, deliberately swallowing around him, until you feel him twitching inside your mouth. You lean back then, mouth wide open, tongue extended, hands gripping his base and balls, his heavy cock bouncing slightly against your lips as he climaxes with a loud drawn-out groan.

Holding your face in place, you barely flinch when his cum hits your skin, the first erratic drops painting your cheek and the bridge of your nose before the rest shoots right into your mouth, piling on your tongue, more and more, until your cheeks bulge when you have to swallow it, more spurts hitting your closed lips when you do, dripping down your chin, before you open up again, taking more.

The squid juice seems to lose its potency slowly, because apparently, unlike last time, he is able to stop at some point, though you've still received at least three mouthful and numerous hits to the face and to your chest. He is panting when he is finally spent, his own hand gripping his still erect penis as his eyes wander over the mess he made on you.

You lean back on your knees and lick your lips, wiping some lumps out of your eyes, before you scoop some up on your fingers to bring them to your mouth, though not to lick it off but to push your digits deep into your mouth to suck on them. He takes a shuddering breath, and the next thing you know, he is kneeling in front of you, pulling at your hand, grabbing your face and forcing his tongue into your mouth.

You kiss him back with need, your head spinning, all your senses so heightened you feel as if you're floating. He's holding you steady, your tongues entangled, licking and sucking, soft moans and whimpers falling from both of your throats. He ends up sitting with his back pressed to the crate while you climb onto his lap, his erection bumping against your stomach as you straddle him.

The kiss continues, messy and desperate, and after you grind your pelvis against him for a few long moments, his hands wander down your sides, pinching at your hips before grabbing your rear, kneading your soft flesh, pulling your cheeks apart and pressing you even closer to him. You shift only slightly, one hand between your bodies, until you grab his cock and guide it towards your needy entrance, your juices coating your sensitive skin, your walls already clenching in anticipation.

Lifting your hips a bit, you let his tip slip into your warmth, the stretch to your skin more than you've anticipated, but you keep going, slowly lowering yourself onto him, letting gravity assist you, until he is fully sheathed inside you, crown bullying your cervix, your walls moulded to his shaft, balls teasing at your folds. He fills you to perfection, and you moan deeply into his mouth as your hands lace around his neck, thumbs pressing against his throat teasingly.

His dark gaze meets yours while his hands grip your hips, deepening the bruises he's already left there, and you shudder under the sensation. Licking your raw lips, you stare at him, then dive back in to shove your tongue into his mouth, your combined moans echoing through the Undercroft. You don't even move at first, relishing in the fullness of having him inside you, warm and hard and throbbing, and for the tiniest moment your thoughts wander back to your little squid friend as you wonder where it is and if it will fill you out like this ever again.

Those thoughts dissipate the second Sebastian starts bucking his hips up, spearing you as he pushes even deeper, and you gasp against his lips, the sudden sting piercing through your nerves. Leaning back, your hands on his shoulders, you try to control your heavy breaths, watching him with a hunger you've never felt before.

Then you finally shift on your knees, straining your muscles to lift yourself up, and your walls cling to his cock as you move upwards, only to clench back around him once you slam down again forcefully. The motion causes him to groan while you press your lips together, a concentrated look on your face as you relish in the sharp pain whenever he hits your cervix. Repeating the same agonizingly slow rhythm, your body is soon covered in goosebumps, quiet whimpers escaping past your trembling lips.

His fingers dig into your hips as he lets you ride his erection, watching you with his pupils dilated and his tongue between his lips, breathing loudly through his nose. As you arch your head back, your hair falling over your shoulders, you moan loudly, your own slow pace driving you nearly insane. The more you move, the wetter you become, the combination of old and fresh liquids squelching with every downwards slam of your hips.

You feel dizzy again, barely able to keep going, and so it's him who picks up speed as he grips your hips even tighter, denting your skin, and starts thrusting upwards, bending his knees for you to lean against and for him to have better leverage as his thighs strain against your cushioned arse.

And while he bounces you on his lap, impaling you roughly with each quick snap of his pelvis, your fingers dig into his shoulders before you slump forwards with quiet, irregular whimpers, your forehead brushing against his as he looks at you intently, your eyelids fluttering as much as your walls flutter around his cock.

The sound you issue is a strained gasp, your throat unable to convey the sensation bubbling up inside you as you come with a force that shudders through your body like an earthquake. Your fingernails sink into his skin as your body convulses, your muscles contract, clamping down on him hard, and he groans under the pressure, barely able to keep moving as you tighten up almost impossibly.

He wraps his arms around you as you shiver, your orgasm crashing through you in waves of uncontrollable twitches, your head rolling back, your mouth hanging open as you stare up at the vaulted ceiling even though you cannot see a thing as bright lights and black spots dance in tandem at the edge of your vision, the familiar sensation of dizzy weightlessness taking over everything you feel.

While you float above it all, Sebastian anchors you to the ground, his embrace bone-crushingly strong as he grits his teeth and works his hips against the tight hold of your walls, his legs trembling as he pushes his feet firmly against the dirty floor, his knees shaking, his thighs straining, while he slips in and out of your contracting cunt until he lets out an almost animalistic growl as the tension within him breaks free.

With one final upwards thrust that pushes him deeper than ever before, he releases his load inside you, warm and sticky and unrelenting, cock twitching and spasming, his balls tightening as he empties himself fully, filling you to the brim and beyond until it slowly starts dripping from your tight connection. He collapses against you, holding you with his muscles aching, his head resting on your shoulder, his heavy breaths loud in your ear.

Eventually you come to, your head spinning, the warmth flooding your insides enough to ground you again. Your arms snake around his neck, hands rubbing over sweaty skin, your chest heaving against his. Both panting and exhausted, bodies pushed to their limits, you remain sitting on his cock for a long while, muscles clenching and relaxing around him, more of his seed dripping out of you.

You feel sticky all over and you couldn't care less. There's still not a single coherent thought inside your mind, there's only instincts. The smell of sex lingers in the air, and it fills your nostrils as you inhale deeply, sucking it in as if you can't get enough of it. And you can't. You slowly loosen your grip around Sebastian's shoulders and lean back against his propped-up legs, shifting on top of him.

He also moves back, head resting against the crate as he watches you out of hooded eyes, licking his lips while breathing loudly through his nose. You hold his gaze, hearts beating in tandem as you assess the situation, seemingly gathering your strength, knowing you are not done yet.

And sure enough, after the tension between you gets to both of your heads (or sexes more likely), his hands find your waist and he pulls you off his lap with ease, even though your walls cling to him as he does, and when he gently lies you down between his legs, your connection breaks and his cock slips out, followed by several globs of creamy cum that spill from your oversaturated cunt.

You're lying on your back, not even bothering about the dusty stone floor, looking up at him as he scrambles over you, your chest rising and falling fast, and when he leans down to press open-mouthed kisses to your quivering breasts, you gasp softly and relax beneath him, your skin tingling as he starts sucking on it hungrily, slowly working more and more bruises into it.

Breathing heavily against you, he makes his way up to your neck, continuing his ruthless assault as he nibbles on your pulse, sucking and licking, while you squirm slightly against him, your hands clawing at his arms, that tension in your stomach building up all over again. You press your feet to the ground and angle your hips up, missing the close contact as you push your pelvis against his needily.

He leans back and looks at you from under his lashes, his eyes nearly black with his pupils dilated, and the hunger within them almost scary. You swallow hard, ignoring the sting to your throat, and lick your lips. You see him clenching his jaw, that muscle flexing under his skin, and then he is in your face, mouth claiming yours for a searing kiss that leaves you completely dizzy.

But it's only a short, intense one before he leans back again, settling between your spread legs on his knees, his hand wrapping around his surprisingly still erect cock. You watch him breathlessly, the heat pulsing inside you, and when he pushes his tip against your folds, you inhale sharply, expecting your muscles to protest, but because his cum is still coating your walls, he slips in with ease, pushing into you with a loud squelching sound as he presses his seed deeper.

The sensation sends goosebumps over your limbs, even more so when he repeats the motion once more, and once more, over and over again, always fully pulling out, watching new globs of cum spilling from your clenching entrance, then pushing back in, until you're slightly gaping and all his seed is deposited deep enough to stay where it is. Only then does he enter you fully, easing his passage into your tight warmth with tiny thrusts before he bottoms out with a deep sigh falling from his lips.

You're a mewling mess, your stomach tensing as he fills you again. But he doesn't move yet, he stays there, sheathed as far as he can go, as he grabs your legs and presses them to your chest, holding your thighs firmly in place as he leans over you. Your arms are splayed beside your head, sweat trickling down your temple, your eyes unfocused as you look up at him.

He watches you, his breaths heavy, his dark eyes wandering over your flushed skin, over the love bites blooming on the soft mounds of your breasts and on the slender column of your neck, and over the fresh and dried streaks of his cum sticking to your chest and face. Seeing you marked like this, makes his heart race and his cock pulse inside your warm embrace. Marked as his.

It might be the squid fluid still clouding his mind, but maybe it's something else, something he's always stored away because he thought it might be too much, too strange, too outlandish to even think about.

Well, not as outlandish as your desire to shove a small tentacle monster into your holes, but still nothing he would just talk about freely. Not now while you're both stressed about exams and the future, even though those things have not crossed either of your minds during however long you've spent in this sex frenzy now.

But the thought comes back to him now, as he sees you splayed out beneath him, your feet dangling in the air, held wide open while he is balls deep inside your clenching cunt. He wants to go deeper. He wants to really mark you, deep within, he wants to fill your womb until you're overflowing, until any protective charm or potion gives out, he wants to breed you.

And seeing how achingly potent that stupid squid has made him just by oozing its fluids all over him (and you), it's the only thing he can think about now that his mind has passed the more animalistic phase of just rutting into you uncontrollably. Now the same rutting has a purpose.

It's like a sign from the gods, not that he ever believed in any higher power, but somehow the existence of a tiny sea creature that had the audacity to crawl into your pussy uninvited, which has been his for the last two years, made him realize that he needed to do more. He wanted to support you in your needs for unusual satisfaction, he wanted to be cool about it, but deep within he wants you to himself, inside and out, all of you, it should all be his!

With the squid gone, to hopefully never be seen again, this is his chance. To reclaim you, to show you that you don't need a strange creature to satisfy your deepest, darkest desires. All you'll ever need is him.

And while he imagines prodding your cervix, forcing it open to penetrate your womb so he can fill it to the brim and beyond, you lie beneath him, wondering why he is smiling down at you with that strangely absent look in his dark eyes. Has he forgotten that he's buried balls deep inside your needily clenching cunt? Should you remind him or rather use the quiet moment to try and catch your breath, knowing that he will probably continue your squid-juice-induced lust for each other.

You don't have to ponder this for too long, because suddenly he snaps out of it again, inhaling sharply as his fingers tighten around your thighs, pressing them firmer down as he shifts on top of you. But instead of using the position he's in to really piston his hard erection into you, he collapses on top of you, smothering you under his weight, his arms snaking past your legs as they cradle your head between his big hands. You can't breathe, but you also don't care as he kisses your earlobe and whispers:

“I love you.”

These three quiet words, barely audible, said with passion and desperation, make you shiver more than how his cock currently prods your deepest point. Exhaling the rest of the air left in your lungs, you wrap your arms around him and hold him close, as close as possible, hands flat on his shoulder blades as your bodies mould together even more.

You feel his muscles moving under your touch, and while his lips press to that sweet spot right below your earlobe, his hips press down on you hard, and with the very uncomfortable stone floor in your back, not giving you any leeway, you can't help but cry out loudly as he impales you deeper than ever before, that sharp sting shuddering through you painfully.

The dizziness is back inside your head, and as he starts to give you short but rapid stabs, you're quickly overcome with that mixture of pain and pleasure, so close to the edge of making you scream in agony and mewl in nothing but bliss. Balancing the rather unfamiliar sensation, you groan and grunt with every slam of his hips against your tightly folded body as his cock slips in and out fast, now really pistoning into you with ease, with your juices flowing freely and your walls fluttering around him, stretching more with every deep thrust that seems to pierce right through your cervix.

He growls into your ear, arms tight around your shoulders as he holds you during his relentless assault, unaware of the tears streaming down your face and the quiet squeaks of discomfort that fall from your trembling lips, he doesn't even care that your fingernails draw blood on his back as you cling to him helplessly. He keeps going, faster and faster, in and out, deeper and deeper as he pounds away at you, balls slapping against your bum, those wet squelching noises echoing through the Undercroft.

It is when he seems to breach territory he might have never breached before, that you come around his cock with a shrill drawn-out scream, your walls clamping down on him, possibly trying to pull him back as his thick tip forces its way through your cervix, not that you are able to even think about any anatomical formalities while your body spasms wildly under the sensation, your toes curling up as you stretch your legs into the air and sink your fingernails even deeper into his skin.

Breathing seems impossible in that moment as your eyes roll back and your mouth hangs open and the pain explodes into a million tiny lights, blinding you, numbing you, almost paralysing you. While you are thrown around like a leaf in a storm by your unusual orgasm, Sebastian grunts loudly as he pulls back one last time before burying himself so deep inside you that the tight squeeze makes him come instantly.

With his twitching cock lodged inside your breached gate, his thick cum spurts right into your womb without any hindrance, and despite the shaking of his limbs, knowing that the squid juice is slowly losing its potency on him, he still fills you up, more and more with every erratic spasm, every squeeze of his tight balls, every pulsing of blood in his bulging veins.

His breathing eases in your ears as he slowly relaxes on top of you, while you lie beneath him, trapped by his body and an overwhelming feeling of nausea as he pumps you full of his seed.

He could stay like this forever, having you under him, deeply connected, claimed as his. But he notices the ragged breath you're trying to maintain, the way your body tenses around him, the way you're quietly... sobbing? His head is still void of any rational thought, the primal need he's just satisfied burning through him like a wildfire, yet when he lifts his head slightly and looks at you, looks at the strained expression on your flushed, wet face, your eyes squeezed shut, lips trembling, eyebrows furrowed, something pushes past the haze.

Worry... and guilt.

And eventually he slips away, the way out apparently easier as the way in, and when he does, he rolls you around with him, adding to your dizziness, until you can relax on top of him, your legs finally able to stretch fully again, your body unfolding as you rest on his warm body, though he quickly spins you around once more, making you lie on him with your back pressed to his chest and his cock squished along the cleft between your bum cheeks, before he places his big hands gently on your stomach, holding you in place as you lean your head against his shoulder, breathing deeply into his touch.

You don't question the weird position, you just want to come down from it all, your body screaming for a different kind of release, a break. Your arms and legs fall to the side, spent and boneless, and you don't even care how sticky you feel, from tears to sweat to cum dripping from your clenching hole. He seems to care though, at least about one of those things, as you suddenly feel one of his hands slipping from your stomach to cup your mound, his fingers blindly prodding at your entrance, pushing his seed back into your aching walls and holding it there.

You let him do whatever makes him happy, you just close your eyes and feel your consciousness slipping as all the escapades you just experienced catch up with you. With his hands on the small bulge in your belly and securely holding your pussy to prevent any more leaking, Sebastian is determined to remain like this, holding you trapped in his arms, but his stamina is fading too, and without being able to control it, his grip on you slips as he too slips into a deep slumber.

With both of you completely passed out after the unusual exertion, none of you notice the quiet scratching sound as the squid drags its body over the stone floor of the vast room, its tentacles pulling it forwards as it approaches the heap of limbs you two have coiled up into.

Sleeping soundlessly, your legs have fallen open, and with Sebastian's hand falling away as well, letting thick chunks of cum drip from your depths, there is nothing stopping the creature from crawling closer to your warmth.

Instead of slipping inside you with its head first like usual, it positions its tendrils at your opening, thin tips poking deep, squelching through the white substance seeping from you, and slowly the squid lets its tentacles pull it up and into your wetness, the wide base struggling to fit at first, but then, with a quiet pop, it slips inside, vibrating slightly to move closer to your core, and there, at your bruised cervix, it extends its tendrils, pushes right into your womb and erases any claim of ownership from the boy lying beneath you as it slowly feeds off his fluids now.

And when the bulge in your stomach is gone completely, the squid forces its way back out of you, causing you to stir slightly as it stretches your walls and pushes past your clenching entrance. Once it plops onto the floor with a wet squelching noise, it grows even more, its eight tentacles thick and long and covered in bumps and suctions cups, its body wider and longer and more rounded, its head a perfect triangle with soft edges.

Out of its base, where its puckered mouth still devours the feast it just snatched from your insides, it suddenly grows two additional tentacles, a lot longer and thicker than the others, its tips wider and almost egg-shaped. One of those makes its way back between your legs, teasing your folds before it slips in once more, struggling to fit before a pulsing motion goes through the appendage. When it retreats once more, it is much thinner.

The other new tentacle then does the same, pushing its rounded head into you with a loud pop, then undulating against you, slipping deep and leaving you a tiny parting gift before it pulls out again.

Then the squid lifts its body onto its eight arms (or legs), using the additional tendrils as support, and slowly crawls back into the shadows, away from the pile of unconscious bodies, a quiet tapping and popping sound echoing eerily through the Undercroft as it does so.

And luckily none of you have witnessed the strange transformation and behaviour, because none of you would sleep this peacefully otherwise.

Later

You wake up to a soft mumbling that seems to move through the room. Stirring slightly, you find yourself wrapped in an abundance of warm blankets, covering you from head to toe, and you're lying on the lumpy couch that smells like... soap. Actually everything seems to smell of soap as you take a deep inhale and slowly open your eyes.

You feel groggy, your eyelids heavy, your body too wrapped up to move, but you still feel your muscles aching despite the warmth seeping through them. Licking your dry lips, you look around in confusion, your head pounding horribly.

The murmurs continue, and eventually you find their source. Sebastian is slowly walking through the Undercroft, completely dressed, pointing his wand at everything and mumbling under his breath, and you see water and soap bubbles and steam spurting from its tip. He's cleaning the entire place, you realize, and with that thought, the memories come back, albeit scrambled and kind of foggy.

Groaning quietly, you close your eyes as you remember the things you two have done during your drug-induced frenzy. You feel hot all over, but the shivers still rush through you, causing your muscles to ache even more. A sudden sob escapes you as you feel a sharp pain piercing your insides, and as sudden as the noise, as quickly he is with you, kneeling in front of the couch, his wand clattering to the floor, as his hands gently cup your face.

You stare into brown eyes full of worry, and you blink slowly, swallowing hard, wincing again, forcing yourself to smile.

“Shh,” he makes and rubs his thumbs over your cheeks. “Take it easy. Don't move too much.”

You inhale sharply, closing your eyes for a moment. “Wh–” you start, but he shushes you again, scooting closer, one hand on your face, the other tucking a wild strand of hair behind your ear before it leaves you again.

“Here, drink this, it'll help with the headache,” he offers then, holding up a small vial containing a green liquid. Wiggenweld. You gag slightly just thinking about tasting the bitter potion. “Trust me, it'll make it better!”

Screwing up your eyes, pursing your lips, you oblige reluctantly, letting him help you drink the awful thing. At first you would rather continue being in that gut wrenching pain, but then the effects settle in and at least the headache slowly fades away. You let out a strangled noise.

“How bad is it?” he whispers.

You can only groan, feeling... everything. Except one thing. Your memories are hazy, even more so when you try to remember more. You see an empty cage in your mind, but the feeling of loss you've experienced is replaced with something like relief, because there's that one memory, the last one you have, even though it's very flimsy and you're barely able to catch it. But you know it happened. You just know.

Your pet isn't gone. It has been here, with you, inside you, before everything has turned to black. But it is no more.

“Wh-where... is it?” you rasp barely audible as you open your eyes and look at Sebastian.

A dark shadow crosses his worried features, turning his freckled face into a stoic mask, his jaw clenching hard. He stares at you, long, unblinking, his eyes narrowed. After everything that's happened, after everything he's done, and is doing now to make up for those other things, the first thing on your muddled mind is that stupid squid?

“Gone,” he says coldly, his voice low. You frown at his tone, but then sigh and turn your face away. “But I'm here,” he adds quietly, sounding almost pleading now. You look back at him, your eyes wandering over his face. The shadow is still there, but his features soften slowly. “And I'll always be here for you...”

You furrow your eyebrows before you swallow hard, ignoring the strain to your throat. Wriggling out of your blanket cocoon a little bit, you raise a shaking hand to touch his jaw, fingertips brushing over the tensing muscle. He relaxes slightly, his own hand holding your face as he leans closer. You feel his hot breath on your raw lips.

“I'm sorry,” you then whisper hoarsely. He frowns at that, surprise washing over him.

“You're sorry? What for?” he asks, his voice slightly higher as he stares at you in disbelief.

“For... letting it influence me so much,” you reply quietly as you lower your eyes. “I... I should have been... satisfied... with what you're giving me... and I am, I am, Sebastian!” you repeat frantically as you look back at him, your hand slipping around his head to grab the back of his neck. “I love you...” you add in a breathy whisper. “And I don't need... a special pet... I only need you...” Even as you say this, you feel a strange emptiness eating at your insides. Might be the loss of a special little friend, but it's probably just withdrawal from its literally addictive properties.

He watches you closely, definitely noticing the conflict in your wavering gaze. “I love you, too,” he whispers and leans in closer, his nose nuzzling yours. “But don't fool yourself, love, you miss that bloody thing...”

You bite your lip and sigh, trying to hold his gaze. “Maybe... that's why I'm sorry... it's not fair...”

His turn to sigh before he huffs a quiet laugh. He doesn't say anything though, he just closes the rest of the distance and gently presses his lips to yours, his eyelids drooping. You kiss him back softly, closing your eyes and leaning into the warmth of his mouth which quickly spreads all over your aching body. The blankets feel hot and suffocating now, and you struggle slightly against them.

Yet instead of helping you loosen them, he moves his body onto the couch next to you, pushing you against the back of it carefully, one arm wrapped around you as the other cradles your head while he keeps kissing you. You squirm in his tight embrace, slowly leaning back, your eyes fluttering open.

“Why did you wrap me in so many blankets? I'm not cold...” you whisper against his lips.

His mouth twists into a smirk, and you feel his cheek warming up under your touch. “I... uh... heard warmth is good against sore muscles,” he says hoarsely. There's a twinkle in his dark eyes.

You scoff lightly, a strange thought creeping into your mind. “So you're not trying to... incubate something?”

His eyes widen, and he leans back quickly, his face, however, bright red. “What? No!” he says a tad too fast, looking along your body. “I... I... uh...” he stammers before clearing his throat. “Probably didn't work anyway,” he then adds under his breath, sounding almost disappointed as his free hand runs along your side and hovers over your stomach a little too long.

“You... want it to work?” you whisper barely audible.

“Would you?” he replies quietly, looking back at you almost timidly.

You blink slowly, trying to understand what he is even implying (though you're way past implications at this point, especially with his hand rubbing slow circles over your stomach). “How did we get from... fucking like rabid animals to... this? Wondering about... our future?”

“We're probably still high on squid juice,” he chuckles humourlessly, before his eyebrows shoot up. “Hang on, our future? Did you say our future?”

You frown, a deep throbbing in the back of your head. “Didn't you start this by trying to... breed me?” you whisper, your lips contorting into a smirk.

His eyes widen even more. “You remember that?”

“I was there, Sebastian!” you laugh and hit his chest playfully. “Of course I remember that... as a matter of fact, I can still feel it!” you add and shift slightly in your blanket cocoon, feeling the sharp sting deep inside your body. A shudder rushes through you as you remember how it felt when he breached your cervix.

His eyebrows furrow deeply, and he swallows hard. “I... I just want you to know that I... I wasn't thinking clearly, okay? That... that stupid squid and its... juices... I–I would have never done this, not without discussing it with you first, I was just so... so...” He inhales deeply and leans his head against yours. “I guess I was jealous after all... I wanted to... make you mine again...” he adds quietly, chewing on his lips.

You slip your fingers into his hair and gently massage his scalp. “But I am yours...” you whisper softly.

He breathes loudly against you. “All mine?” he asks, looking and sounding almost childlike when his deep brown eyes wander over your face, a tiny smirk playing around the corner of his mouth.

Laughing softly, but not too much as the motion seems to stir up all your aching muscles, you nod, gripping his hair tighter. “Yes...”

The smirk turns into a wide smile, lighting up his entire face. Huffing a seemingly hopeful exhale, he snuggles against you, gently pressing you against his chest as he holds you, kissing the top of your head. His heartbeat is hammering against your ear as you close your eyes and lean into his warmth.

You've always been his, through thick and thin, ever since he swept you off your feet in your fifth year (or rather the other way around). For two years you were completely committed to one another, unconditionally, depending on the other on more than one occasion.

And as you lie in his warm embrace, you realize that you've let a tiny magical creature slither its way between you, trying to lure you off the beaten path, seduce you away from him, and even though you've enjoyed the ride (quite literally), you know you'll never need anything else, anyone else, but the freckled boy holding you tightly.

← CHAPTER 5 // BACK TO THE BEGINNING?

End notes: Thank you for joining me on this unusual ride! This started as a weird little idea and escalated quite a bit. I apologize for it being so vile, I honestly have tried to write less... lewdly, but seems I just can't. Or I'll have to try again, on something else. You'll see!

You may also have noticed some hints I dropped in this chapter for a possible... sequel? One day, the Squid Smut Series may continue with more Squid x Reader adventures!

Until then, thanks again for reading and braving the filth! I appreciate each and every one of you, even if you just read this without engaging for very obvious reasons. I don't blame you. I wouldn't admit to liking this either, and I wrote it! XD (And to those who have shown their support: thank you so much! It means the world to me!)

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HEY HEY CAN U DO NYEN X READER IF THATS ALRIGHT? THERES LITERALLY NOOOOOO NYEN X READER FANFIC AND IVE BEEN LOSING MY MIND THESE DAYS.

You got it. I'll take one of my post as the plot since you didn't give me one. Not proofread.

*Reader has painted black nails(minor detail)

"Can you please stop."

Nyen demanded as he crossed his arms. He tries to hide his desperation and fear. He's supposed to be the top of the pets after all! But you... You just had to be on the goddamn vacuum.

"No. It's more fun to see you like this under me," you said smugly as you can in your bun form glory. Bun on the vacuum. Something that might not seem intimidating but it is to Nyen. "I'm not even under you!" Nyen hissed at you but didn't try to scratch you like he usually would. "You are now." Your pupils turn to slits, you were enjoying this a bit too much but this is after all a golden opportunity to see Nyen so scared.

To make things worse for Nyen, Nyon and Sebastian are watching this happening. This is humiliation. "You can't be on that vacuum for long!" He sneered at you, further hissing at you but still not doing anything. "I know. That's why I'm enjoying this while I can," a smug cat-like smile appears on your face.

___

After quite some time of torture(for Nyen), you finally get off the vacuum by Luther's command and now you're currently trying to butter Nyen up from the incident because he's giving you the violent treatment.

"Nyen~ Look at me!~" You meowed out in a whine as you try to latch onto his back with a hug. However Nyen was not having it so he yelled at you while baring his claws.. as in threatening you with a knife, "Go away!!" You whine out more with a loud mewl as you trace your sharp black nails across his back and arm gently, "I'm sorry~ I won't do it again~" He smacked you over the head harshly but it's not enough to really hurt you, "Stop lying!"

You just chuckled at him and wrap your arms around his waist, not minding the knife in his hands. Even if he stabbed you, you won't really die anyways and he'll have difficulty too target your face by the position you both are in. Nyen decided to give up for now and decided to smoke. At least he knows that him smoking can annoy just a tad bit.

And that's that. Silence then lingers between those two as they don't even bother to make a conversation to each other, except for a few banters and quick remarks of course.

"I should do that more often."

"Don't you fucking dare."

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The Serpent's Paramour CH 2 - Sebastian Sallow x Female!Reader

Summary: Snarky, post-Azkaban Sebastian makes his grand debut

Word Count: 5.6k

Warnings: 18+, aged up characters, explicit language

Chapter 2 can now be found here on Ao3 !

Your dreams were fleeting. A flurry of images and voices alike assaulted your mind as you slept, some instilling fear in you while others left you confused, but despite your best efforts, you couldn’t recall a single one of them. Every time your emotions started to drag you from the depths of your nightmares, an invisible force was pushing you back down, forcing you to remain stuck somewhere between consciousness and the catatonic-like state you found yourself in. A weightlessness had settled over you and dulled your senses as your eyes darted rapidly behind your eyelids, trying and failing to will your body into obeying your commands. It was as though your brain was awake but the rest of you simply… wasn’t. 

The unsettling feeling only worsened the onslaught of visions that assaulted your sleep addled mind. 

After nearly an hour of warring with your own limbs, movement began returning to you. It started with your feet; you could wiggle your toes with some effort, then eventually rotate your ankles fully. Bending your knees came next, followed by your fingers flexing and your shoulders loosening. As soon as your upper body started responding fully, your eyes snapped open, and your pulse skyrocketed as you were met by the sight of an unfamiliar ceiling. 

Correction– it was a bed canopy. One that had most certainly not been in your rented room at the tavern. 

Hastily, you shot up, your hands fisting in the thin cotton sheets in a bid to ground yourself as you tried to figure out where the hell you were. The four-poster bed you’d been sleeping in was enormous, and the sheer curtains that hung from the wooden bars overhead had been tied up to reveal an equally large room. The walls were a dark blue, illuminated by the moonlight that spilled through the floor to ceiling windows to your right, and the darkness that surrounded the moon outside told you that it had to be the middle of the night. How long had it been since you’d been snatched from Bainburgh?

Cautiously and quietly, you swung your legs over the side of the bed and planted them on the cool floorboards, none too pleased to discover that your boots were nowhere to be found. Looking around briefly revealed that all of your belongings were missing, most notably your wand, and that fact ignited a spark of fear in your heart. Your palms grew sweaty in the span of a few seconds, and you frantically started searching for something– anything– that you could use as a weapon. 

The mahogany dresser across the room had a few trinkets and potted plants on top of it, but nothing substantial or pointy that you could use for stabbing. There was a small door to the left of it that you made a beeline for and threw open, stunned to find a spacious bathroom on the other side. Once again, there was pathetically little at your disposal to use for protection, but you still ripped open every drawer in the hopes that something would stand out and prove useful. 

In the midst of your frantic searching, a sign of life made itself known outside the double doors of the bedroom. Two voices, both distinctly male, talking to one another as they made their way inside the room. Poking your head around the bathroom door, you watched as the strangers crossed the threshold of the entryway and halted in their tracks, their gazes zeroing in on the empty space on the bed you’d previously occupied. There was no way to gauge their expressions– seeing as they had masks on that concealed the bottom halves of their faces– but their eyes widened in blatant surprise as they scanned the room to presumably look for you. 

“Guess the lady is awake,” said the one on the right. His black bowler hat cast a shadow over his icy blue eyes, and he side-stepped his companion to move further into the room. His gait reminded you of a wolf; predatory and calculated as he hunted his prey. 

The other man didn’t move out of the doorway, but his red hair brushed across his shoulders as his neck swiveled in your direction, spotting the sliver of your face that had been peeking around the doorframe of the bathroom. “Playing hide and seek are you? You’re not doing a very good job of it.” 

Bowler hat followed his associate’s line of sight, his narrowed eyes fixing on you before gesturing for you to exit the bathroom. You didn’t move a muscle. “Come on girl, if you’re up and moving then the boss is going to want to see you. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” 

“I’m not going anywhere until you bastards give me my wand,” came your even reply. You were grateful that your voice didn’t crack and betray just how scared you were, but you were certain your reluctance to leave the bathroom was doing that for you. Neither man seemed threatened by you in the slightest, and something akin to annoyance flashed in the redhead’s dull, gray eyes. He was probably irritated that the job of escorting you to his boss now fell to him.

He took a leisurely step forward, and your grip on the doorframe tightened as a result. “Alright, I’ll be nice about this. Your presence is requested downstairs, so if you could be so kind as to move your ass on your own, I would be much obliged.” 

“Do I have a choice?” 

The two men said nothing– opting to instead glance at one another as a silent, mental exchange transpired between the two of them. The hard, unyielding glint in bowler hat’s eyes made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end, and you decided then and there that you adamantly refused to willingly set foot outside the bedroom without a fight. 

“I’m not going anywhere until you pricks give me my wand and the rest of my belongings.”

The red headed bloke in the doorway pinched the bridge of his nose through his mask, and he sighed loudly before throwing his hands out in exasperation. “We don’t have your stuff, but maybe if you go downstairs, you’ll have better luck retrieving it. Just a thought.” 

 “You’re really bad at lying,” you fired back instantly, your tenacity growing stronger as you came to the conclusion that both men were feeble-minded. 

“And I’m growing tired of your attitude,” bowler hat interjected, taking a few steps closer to you. “I liked you better when you were asleep. Hurry up and come downstairs–” 

He didn’t get the chance to finish. A split second later, you had bolted out of the bathroom and were running for the dresser in the bedroom, grabbing the first thing nearest to you to throw at his stupid, ugly hat. It ended up being one of the smaller potted plants situated on the edge, and the dirt inside the pot flew out of its container to spill all over the man before shattering against the hardwood floor. His hands flew up a second too late in an attempt to protect his face from the torrential downpour of soil that cascaded down the brim of his headwear, and the string of curses that fell from his lips were ignored entirely as you grabbed for a candelabra next. 

Without hesitating, you jumped forward and swung the three pronged pricket down atop bowler hat’s head, and a yowl of pain erupted from him as he dropped to the floor clutching his hat tight to his skull. You whirled around, preparing to do the same to the second goon who separated you from the other side of the doorway, but you drew up short when you turned to find his wand leveled at your chest. 

His eyes were wide with obvious shock as he readjusted his grip on the handle of his wand, and he shifted uncomfortably on his feet as his eyes flicked between you and the man groaning on the floor. “Merlin’s bloody balls, relax woman! Don’t do anything you’ll regret–” 

Not one part of you regretted flinging the candelabra at him in the next second. In fact, you felt a sick amount of satisfaction when the thick, metal base of the decorative holder smacked into his forehead, and as soon as his wand bearing hand flew to his face to feel the extent of the damage, you were running to skirt around him and exit the room entirely. 

It was all for naught, however, seeing as an unseen force suddenly suspended you in midair in the doorway. You shrieked indignantly, your feet kicking out behind you in a pathetic attempt to fight the invisible, magical hold that prevented you from going anywhere. “Put me down, dammit!” 

“The hell I will,” bowler hat grit out as he pushed himself to his feet, and as you rotated fluidly in the air, you saw that it was his wand that maintained the spell holding you. “You’re wilder than a feral animal.”

The redhead groaned softly as he stood straight, a semi-circle bruise from the candelabra’s base already making its home in the center of his forehead. “Wait, we were told not to use magic–” 

“Fuck what the boss said,” spat bowler hat. “Ain’t no way I’m letting her get within an inch of me after that insane display. Just walk ahead and get the doors open, I’ll move her ass into the dining room myself.” 

Your hands flew to the hem of your nightgown in an attempt to keep the material from riding up your bare legs, which in turn prompted you to roll around listlessly in the air. There was another beat of silence as yet another mental exchange transpired between the two bruised men, and all the while you struggled against the magic keeping you off the ground. It didn’t matter though. In the end, the ginger fellow conceded to the others demands and walked out of the room and down the hall, and you were easily levitated down the wide staircase after him with bowler hat hot on your heels. You were half tempted to grab onto the edges of the walls to hold yourself back from being moved any further, but your captor must have assumed you would try something like that, because you were kept wholly in the middle of the staircase and the hallways that followed. 

It was hardly important now, but you realized that the house you now found yourself in was huge. 

The two men moved quickly, barely giving you a chance to take in the scenery around you before you found yourself inside the aforementioned dining room. There was the distinct sound of a chair being scraped against the wooden floor before bowler hat maneuvered your suspended body into the seat, shoving you into the velvet cushions with more force than was necessary before glowering at you from under the rim of his dirty headwear. 

He angled the pointy end of his wand at you as he growled, “Don’t even think about running anywhere, or I’ll petrify you and let you sit there frozen solid. Understood?” 

“Whatever,” you scowled, digging your nails into the armrest of your seat. “Anything that gets you out of my face faster– I’m tired of looking at your abhorrent hat.” 

“Big words coming from the girl wearing pajamas,” he shot back instantly, but he still ripped his chapeau off to reveal the salt and pepper hair beneath it. The color alone had you thinking that he had to be at least fifty years old. 

“At least my pajamas aren’t covered in dirt. It’s a fitting look for you though; you already struck me as a spineless worm.” 

You could tell there were at least a hundred different things the man wanted to retort with, but he seemed to bite his tongue before throwing his hands in the air and stomping towards the double doors leading out of the dining room. His red headed partner looked to be at a loss for words as he slouched in the doorway, lingering in place for a moment before striding out after bowler hat, and a weary sigh slipped through your clenched teeth. 

You might have gotten the last word in against him, but that still left you trapped in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by equally unfamiliar people, and hopelessly without magic. The entire property had to be warded against apparating, because even that seemed impossible to accomplish. It appeared that you would have to bide your time and make your escape later. At least, you would if you survived that long. 

It seemed like whoever the ‘boss’ was wanted you alive, though. Judging by what the two men had said earlier, it didn’t sound like their employer had even wanted them to use magic on you. Not that you’d given them much choice, but still… 

You had never been more confused in your life. What the hell was going on? 

As you sat quietly waiting for whoever was in charge of your abduction, you took the opportunity to take in the cavernous room with unwavering precision. Aside from being spacious, it was also equally barren. Very little decor lined the walls or littered the tables strewn throughout the room, and the smell of dust was unmistakable. If you had to guess, you would assume that the house was typically empty on a normal day and was only being utilized currently as a makeshift base of operations. That, or the people who stayed here simply didn’t care to keep their space clean. 

It was also nigh impossible to overlook the unmistakable stench of dark magic. It seeped through the walls and hung heavy in the air, making your skin crawl and your stomach lurch. That realization alone had you reevaluating the sort of people you found yourself surrounded by. 

In the half hour you sat by yourself in the dining room, you’d taken note of every possible exit. There were eight windows, four of which looked like they could be opened, and three sets of double doors. One of those entryways was the one you’d been brought in through, so you knew it led to the second story of the house, but the other two remained a mystery. You had to assume one paved a path to the front doors– a path to uncertain freedom– but you weren’t sure how many dark wizards lingered in the yet-to-be-seen corridors. Without your wand at your disposal, you were almost afraid to find out.

Hindsight was twenty-twenty, and you silently cursed yourself for never having taken Natty up on her offers to teach you wandless magic all those years ago. 

You were suddenly pulled from your thoughts when a booming voice reached your ears through the doorway straight ahead, and you stiffened in your seat when the telltale sound of something hitting the wall caused the doors to rattle violently. Maybe you were just paranoid, but the pained groan that followed the noise had you thinking a body was to blame for the hinges creaking in protest. Remaining composed and unafraid seemed a little bit difficult after that, but you didn’t have time to dwell on your trepidation. The doors before you were thrown open with indisputable strength, the massive wooden slabs ricocheting off the plaster of the house with a deafening bang– and if that wasn’t enough to set your teeth on edge, the overpowering smell of dark magic that flooded the room most certainly was. 

An imposing figure stood in the doorway, all broad shoulders and long legs as a muscular pair of arms crossed over an equally defined chest. He had to be well over six feet tall, his unruly brown curls adding to the wild, dangerous look he had going for him, but you didn’t balk before him like your body demanded. Chin held high, you glowered at the black-clad dark wizard in an unspoken challenge, daring him to come closer even though you had no means of defense at your disposal. 

“You’re a hard woman to find,” drawled an eerily familiar voice, and a barely there crack formed in your resolve as you scrambled to make sense of why he was here. It was impossible. It had to be. “I heard you dropped a tree on some of my Ashwinders in Cragcroftshire. You’ve made quite a reputation for yourself, I’ll give you that much.” 

Things had just gotten a lot more daunting. 

Sebastian Sallow strode into the dining room leisurely, looking confident and comfortable as he sidled up to the opposite end of the table to flash you a smirk that made your heart hurt far more than it had any right to. The boy who had turned your whole world upside down years earlier was standing a few feet from you, gazing down at you expectantly as though there was nowhere else in the world he was meant to be. Last you had heard he was in Azkaban serving a life sentence for the murder of his uncle, but that assumption went right out the fucking window now. Had he escaped? Was his sentence reduced? Had he even ended up at the prison in the first place? For all intents and purposes, Sebastian looked content, healthy, and definitely not like a former inmate. The only thing that gave away his true nature was the pungent smell of dark magic that radiated from him and the deadly glint in his dark eyes– one that you had seen once before while in the catacombs all those years ago. 

After four years without so much as hearing a whisper of his name, he was responsible for bringing you here? 

Your shock had to have been evident on your face, because Sebastian’s smirk transformed into a full blown grin as he slowly made his way to your side of the table, pinning you with a predatory stare that never wavered as he got nearer and nearer to you. Even if you weren’t dressed in measly pajamas, you would have felt exposed. Those piercing eyes of his seemed to look straight through you, and with the added fact that your wand was missing in action, you had never felt more vulnerable. 

Instead of sitting down across from you, Sebastian swiftly plucked up the chair from directly beside you and turned it around so he could straddle the seat with his hands folded over the top of the backrest. The motion drew your attention to his arms, and you dimly realized that you’d overlooked the massive tattoo that stretched down his neck, then presumably over his shoulder and along the entire appendage before the ends of the design frayed out on the top of his hand. What little of it you could see looked strikingly like sharp, jagged lightning coiling around his right arm, and you briefly wondered if the inky pattern signified something else entirely. 

When your eyes flicked back up to his, Sebastian was studying you with a curious expression on his face, and your nails dug into the skin of your palms as you clenched your fists in your lap. There were too many questions racing through your mind– most of which had to do with how the hell he was even here in the first place. You wanted to ask him if he had broken out of prison, or if all of this was some long awaited revenge scheme he’d concocted over the last four years to get back at you for remaining complacent in his incarceration. You wanted to ask why in the nine-hells he was associating with Ashwinders of all people, and why they were evidently referring to him as their boss. 

You wanted to ask, but you couldn’t formulate the words. Your mouth opened, closed, then opened again, and Sebastian just smiled all the while, clearly enjoying the sight of you rendered speechless. “Take your time, I know I’m good looking. Go ahead and get all the ogling out of your system now.” 

The condescending comment did more to snap you out of your stupor than anything else, and you gave him a nonplussed blink before glaring daggers at the cocky sonofabitch. “What the fuck is going on here?” 

“I guess you haven’t been paying attention. That’s alright, I’ll refresh your memory. I had my men track you down outside of Bainburgh and place you under a sleeping charm to bring you to me here,” he gestured at the vast dining room for emphasis, ignoring your burning stare as he continued explaining. “We set up a temporary residence here while we scoured the countryside for you with nary a hair of luck until a few days ago, which I’m sure you can recall. You know, because of the tree and everything? Anyways, I’ve just been informed that apparently after you woke up, you smashed a plant against Devlin’s head and threw a candle holder at Joshua’s face. Nice work, by the way. Those two could stand to get knocked down a peg or two and they went against my express orders to not use magic on you– which I gave them hell for, mind you–”

“What do you want from me, Sebastian?” Your question was laced with indignant anger, but it was the way you practically hissed the brunet’s name that made him stop talking. He sighed dramatically, the entire situation seeming more like a joke to him than anything, and his nonchalant demeanor only enraged you further. What was wrong with him? 

“You’re no fun, all work and no play. You remind me of Devlin,” he muttered the last part, and you damn near shot forward to shove him out of his seat and make a break for the door. 

“Are you serious right now?” You snapped at him, growing angrier when he cocked an expressive brow at you. “You sent your lackeys to chase me through the Highlands before kidnapping me and stealing my belongings, and now you have the audacity to crack jokes? What. Do. You. Want?”

The larger man considered your outburst for a few tentative beats of silence. He audibly ground his teeth together, his fingers flexing briefly before he narrowed his eyes. Then in the firmest tone he’d used thus far, he said, “What I want is to cure Anne, and that ancient magic of yours is going to help me do it.”

The tension that filled the room following his statement was thick enough to cut with a knife. Sebastian didn’t elaborate, didn’t offer any additional information, and didn’t so much as blink as he held your incredulous stare. Beyond being stunned that he actually thought you would willingly help him, you were astonished to hear that Anne was even alive after all this time. Ominis was the only person who ever deigned to stay in touch with her, but after you’d distanced yourself from him during your sixth-year, you’d unwittingly fallen out of the loop regarding Sebastian’s twin. What was she like now? Did Sebastian even know? 

You found it sorely difficult to believe that she would have been willing to speak to him after everything he’d done. 

Sebastian could practically see the plethora of thoughts racing through your mind, and he pursed his lips as his eyes started to roam down your rigid form. He looked more serious now than he had since setting foot in the dining room, and you tensed further under his scorching gaze as you tugged the hem of your nightgown lower down your legs. The blasted thing dated back to your fifth-year and had served you well enough during your travels, but now you desperately wished that you had bought something that covered more of you. 

“You must be hungry,” he stated next, and the random change of topic practically gave you whiplash. 

His old wand had to have been destroyed by the Ministry after his arrest, because he drew an unfamiliar one from somewhere on his person and flicked it towards the table to conjure up a kind of feast you hadn’t set eyes on since your time at Hogwarts. There was a platter covered in chicken, as well as bowls overflowing with mashed potatoes, salad, and a colorful assortment of vegetables. He’d even taken the liberty of including a carafe of wine with the impromptu meal, and your eyes went wider than saucers at the sight. However, you made no move to indulge in the hearty spread, still reeling from all that had transpired in the last five minutes. 

Sebastian looked at you expectantly– waiting for you to start eating with raised brows and an innocent smile on his face. Naturally, your first thought was that he’d poisoned the food, and your hands stayed firmly grasped in your lap as you narrowed your eyes at the empty plate in front of you. 

Picking up on your thoughts easily, Sebastian chimed in, “Why would I poison you if I need you alive?” 

“Well you’re just full of surprises, I would hate to assume otherwise and end up foaming at the mouth on the floor.” 

“Just eat the food, I promise it’s not contaminated with anything. You’re–” he cut himself off, seemingly debating on whether his next comment was worth saying, but he could hardly hold back now that he had your attention. “You look like you need it.” 

He didn’t wait for your reply, leaning over the back of his chair to spoon a hefty dollop of mashed potatoes on your plate despite the chilling glower you shot his way, and before he had the chance to deposit any more of the food in front of you, you were yanking the serving spoon out of his hand with surprising speed. Sebastian’s eyes were comically large as you tossed the utensil back into the bowl and dragged your plate closer to you, plucking up the fork to your left to prevent him from getting anymore… bizarre ideas. 

“You’re a lot snappier than I remember,” he mused as you aggressively shoved the fork into the fluffy potato concoction. 

You worked a small amount onto the prongs before fixing him with another glare, “And you’re a bigger prick than I remember.” 

To your surprise, he laughed. The sound was as light as it was gruff, and he shook his head faintly as you brought the fork to your face to sniff the food. It smelled fine– looked fine– but you still took the tiniest bite to work over your tongue before swallowing. It was good, and the revelation had your stomach voicing its approval in the form of a low growl, much to your dismay. Sebastian simply watched, waiting for you to get a few bites in before he rocked back in his seat and started talking again. 

He expertly twirled his wand between his fingers as he started, “I have it on good authority that there’s an old, long forgotten relic hidden away in one of your precious ancient magic sites. My men and I had been scouting the place out for a while but it’s locked up tighter than a miser's purse, and I was a day away from throwing caution to the wind and just blowing up the entrance when I had an idea.” His twirling ceased as he angled the tip of his wand directly at you, and you froze with your fork wedged between your lips. “I thought, what if like calls to like? What if instead of trying to pick an ancient magic lock, I just use an ancient magic key?”

Your brow furrowed as you set your fork back down on your plate, and Sebastian followed the movement with a disapproving look. “You should have just tried blowing up the door,” you murmured. 

“Oh, believe me, I thought about it. But I seem to recall a certain someone telling me all about the safeguards and traps that can be set off if a site is breached by someone without the same power.” 

Dammit. Now that you looked back, you had divulged the details of your past escapades to Sebastian, retelling the tale of how Ranrok had unintentionally activated an enchanted Guardian statue the size of a tower after setting foot in the Gringotts vault. The fleeting memory of Professor Fig made you wince, and your frown deepened immeasurably further. “How do you even know the relic is in there?” 

Sebastian tipped back in his chair again and spread his arms wide, the utter size of him failing to escape you. When had he gotten so… big? “How did I ever find information on the things I wanted? Research.” 

You shot him a dry look, “That’s incredibly vague.” 

“Is it?” The smug bastard flashed you a wide grin, showcasing a matching set of dimples on either side of his cheeks. 

If he was right and there truly was a relic of some sort hidden in an ancient magic site, how had you never come across it? At this point there were very few locations in the region you hadn’t discovered yet, and you’d always strived to be thorough in your investigations. Isidora’s darker abilities called for nothing less, and considering you knew next to nothing about the volatile magic you’d ignorantly absorbed beneath Hogwarts, you left no stone unturned during your explorations. 

Sebastian didn’t know about the repository, though. He hadn’t been there– had already run off in the wake of his uncle’s death and abandoned you to deal with Ranrok yourself. All this talk of needing your ancient magic amounted to just needing your ancient magic, nothing else. He was none the wiser to your darker abilities that had you scrounging around dilapidated ruins in the first place, and you had no intention of cluing him in now. You were suddenly grateful that he’d left you to fend for yourself all those years ago, seeing as he’d now come galavanting into your life in pursuit of your powers. Again.  

History really had a funny way of repeating itself. 

You leaned back in your chair and crossed your spindly arms over your chest, pursing your lips as you stared Sebastian down. “Say you’re right and there really is some age-old relic buried in the pits of an ancient magic site. Why would I help you? You haven’t exactly done a bang-up job of making a good impression here.” 

The pout that stretched across his face positively dripped with mockery, “What, is my hospitality not up to your standards? Should I have replaced the platters with fine china, or provided you handmaidens to freshen up before having you brought downstairs? My apologies, your highness.” 

“You’re an asshole,” you grit through your clenched teeth. The sting from your nails biting into your biceps was the only thing that distracted you from the overwhelming urge to maim him with your bare hands.

With an exaggerated sigh, Sebastian rose from his seat and rolled his shoulders before winking down at you, “And you don’t have a choice in the matter, princess. Get used to my mediocre living standards, you’re going to be here for a while.”

Indignant anger surged to life in your veins, and your magic practically screamed with the desire to be released. “So, what? I’m your prisoner now? I can’t stay here–” 

“You’re my honored guest,” Sebastian clarified with a taunting bow, his head dipping well below his waist as he swept his arms out at his sides. “You can go wherever you please within the house, but you may not leave. None of my men will harm you, you have my word.” 

His word didn’t mean a damn thing to you and he knew it. The mention of ‘his men’ only served to infuriate you further; these were the same shoddy sorts of people the two of you had relentlessly dispatched in your fifth-year together, and the fact that he was now associating with them only deepened the trench of distrust that yawned in front of you. “Do your underlings know that you used to ransack their camps with me back in the day? Why would they take orders from you?” 

He waved you off with barely there interest, “The past is the past, don’t you worry your pretty little head about any of that. As for why we’re working together, call it a mutual understanding. I scratch their back, they scratch mine.” 

For the love of Merlin– “What kind of mutual understanding? What do you get out of this?” 

Something flashed in his dark eyes then– something cold, sinister, and calculating– and you couldn’t stop yourself from shrinking back in your seat even though it pained you to appear demure in front of him. Then the look vanished, replaced with the indifferent mask he’d worn since setting foot in the dining room. “I can’t tell you all of my secrets now, can I?”

“So you expect me to just take your word for it? Believe that I won’t be stabbed in the back at the first opportunity–”

“Believe whatever you want,” he snapped. A muscle in his jaw ticked as he rolled his eyes and stalked towards you, and you had to physically crane your neck back to maintain eye contact with him when he stopped mere inches from you. He picked up your abandoned fork with his tattooed arm to bring some of the mashed potatoes to your lips, and your cheeks burned with humiliation. “But you will be here a while, so I suggest you get comfortable, princess.” 

Your hands shook with blatant anger as you smacked his hand away from your face, sending the fork clattering across the table and leaving a trail of mashed potatoes in its wake. “Don’t call me that,” you hissed at him.

Sebastian’s boisterous laughter echoed throughout the room as he spun on his heel, striding towards the doorway he’d come through earlier, and as he vanished around the corner and the doors shut behind him, you were left alone once more.

Only this time with more questions than answers. 

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[ravenclawhierra]

It Mattered To Me.

Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Summary: Reader is hurt after Sebastian casts a specific spell on them and doesn't bat an eye over her pain.

Tags: Angst? Fluff, pining, teeny tiny spoiler for the game, a small change to the story.

Word Count: 1,5k

"CRUCIO!" He cast that spell on you like it was nothing. Not to mention that seconds ago Ominis mentioned that you have to mean the spell. Did Sebastian really mean it? Apparently.

You fell to your knees and screamed, feeling like you were being cut and stabbed everywhere. You put your hands on the ground and tried to hold yourself but even then you couldn't, it just hurt so much. 

"A-are you alright?!" Ominis worried. Sweet, sweet Ominis. He got to you and helped you get up as the pain stopped, offering to help you walk even. Sebastian, however, was unfazed. He quickly got into the Scriptorium, amazed and hopeful. He could, perhaps, finally find something to help him heal Anne.

"The pain… It was excruciating." You answered, "however I'm alright now, thank you."

You followed after Sebastian and were kind of amazed by the room too. "We made it. We found Salazar Slytherin's Scriptorium." Sebastian gawked. 

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That memory just kept replaying in your head. Over and over again. Did he not like you? Did he genuinely feel so much dislike for you that he could cast crucio on you without batting an eye? It felt like he did. Ever since then, you have kind of been avoiding him. 

He was always charming to you, flirty, sweet. You took it as a hint that he likes you, maybe even more than a friend, which is a feeling that you'd be happy to return. But not anymore. You didn't feel angry. You did not regret anything. You yourself asked him that he cast the spell on you, only because you didn't want to hurt him.

Maybe…

Maybe…

No. You couldn't think maybe this, maybe that. You had made your decision already and it was avoiding Sebastian at all costs. However, that task was hard. Sebastian kept sending you owls, asking to see you, to meet up, to do something, even trying to catch you after class, when he'd see you in the library, reminiscing about the time you two sneaked into the restricted section. He wasn't the only one thinking of it, though.

"Miss (Y/n) (L/n)." You stopped repeating the memories like a broken recorder as soon as professor Sharp had called out for you.

"Pay attention to class," he announced that loud enough for everyone to hear, "10 points have been taken."

"Apologies, professor." He just nodded to your answer and kept his class going, giving homework for everyone and ending the class.

Great. At least Herbology is next. You hurried yourself to your next class but not without being stopped by Ominis first. He wanted to talk to you so you stopped in your tracks and turned around to face him.

“(Y/n), great,” he sighed, “I wanted to talk to you, or well, ask you something.” 

What? He already knew why you didn’t talk to Sebastian, why you’ve been ignoring him for around 3 days now. In fact, he kind of even supported you and understood why, given his past. He probably would have done the same - That’s at least what he told you and you had hoped he was telling the truth, or well, there was little doubt about it.

“Is anything the matter?” You asked, hoping that he wouldn’t ask anything more about the current situation. You smiled at him and got closer, giving him a look of ‘let’s talk while we walk together to class’ but you remembered that he doesn’t see and frowned. 

“Let’s talk and walk.”

“Why were you so distracted during class? It’s definitely not like you to lose focus.” He stated. Well, he really did end up asking about the situation you really didn’t want to talk about. But then again, he often checked up on you and always worried about you.

“I was just thinking of an assignment I had to write, it’s nothing.” You quickly blurted out, hoping he won’t catch you on your lies. Then again, this was Ominis we were talking about, he always could tell when you were lying, like when you told him that you found the Undercroft accidentally. 

“I won’t tell, you know.” 

“Fine.” 

You told him that everything was bothering you, and well, speaking of the Devil made him appear too, but only out of your sight, he was behind you. He also had Herbology and you knew that. 

It made him mad, but also confused. Why did she keep ignoring him? But she talks to Ominis? What in Godricks' Heart did he do? He thought you’d be near him, thanking him for saving your life the other day but the complete opposite happened. He grit his teeth. It not only made him mad, but also jealous. You had only known Ominis for a little bit now and you were talking to him more than Sebastian himself. I mean, who took you to Hogsmeade? Showed you around? Even told you about the Crossed Wand Dueling Club? If he didn’t, you wouldn’t be known as the strongest dueler in school. He practically gave you everything, except perhaps some care and shoving guilt after he basically threw the crucio curse on you.

Well, he was going to make you talk after class, this time, for sure, he’s not letting you get away this time. He’s thought maybe you’re stressed or such so that’s why you won’t talk to him, but seeing you talk with Ominis proves otherwise. 

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‘Finally,’ you thought, “classes are over for the day.” They truly were, but you were about to get another lesson that you really didn’t want to.

You felt someone grab your hand and suddenly you just teleported to another room. You dropped to your knees and gagged, feeling like you’ll throw up. What a disgusting feeling.

“What the hell?” You half yelled, seriously confused at what happened.

“We just apparated, it feels like that for the first few times.” Oh that familiar voice. Shit.

“Wh-” You looked up and looked around, “Where the Hell are we?”

“We’re in the Room of Requirement.”

“Why does your Room of Requirement have a bed with roses on it?"

“THAT doesn’t matter right now. What matters is you tell me why you’ve been ignoring me for the last few days after I saved our lives!”

You looked at him and gave him probably the angriest face you have seen yet. 

“After you saved my life?!” You sighed, really angry. “You cast the Crucio curse on me and didn’t even care for me after, not even a ‘oh are you alright?’, you just completely ignored me.”

You calmed yourself down by taking deep breaths, but not even that was very helpful because of dear old Sebastian.

“That’s what this is about? You asked for it. Do you not remember?”

That hurt. So he didn’t care cause you asked for it? Even if he asked for it and you cast it on him, you’d still have regretted it, even make sure he’s alright, give him a Wiggenweld potion for Godricks' sake!

“Look, I’m not mad, I’m just hurt.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It mattered to me.”

He sighed, finally feeling guilty of what he had done. He did act out of line, caring only about Anne at that moment.

“I-I’m sorry, alright. I admit, I was in the wrong there.”

He gave you his hand to help you finally get up from the floor - You happily took his hand and pulled yourself up with his help. Well, at least that was resolved. He kind of apologized for his actions. You were about to speak up but he interrupted you.

“Look, it’s not that I don’t care about you, it’s just that I was so caught in the moment and the feeling of hope, I’ve been searching so hard and to no avail, until maybe now.” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “And I wouldn't have done it without your help, no less.”

“I just wonder,” You spoke up, “You can only throw that curse if you mean it, as Ominis mentioned-”

“Yeah, about that. It’s not that I really wanted to cause you pain, but I thought of the only reasons that would make me be able to do it, like for our lives, for Annes life. And also because of our first class together…”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

Alright. Well then, that’s the end of that, maybe? You had hoped. He was acting normal now.

“With all the issues resolved, I’d like to make it up to you now.”

“How do you plan on doing it?”

He steps closer to you, smiling at you. “Maybe show you that I actually care? Do tell me to stop if you don’t like it.”

He leaned in even closer, he was blushing and you couldn’t deny that a blush was creeping over on your face too. You had been dreaming of this kind of thing since you’ve gained feelings for him, which, let’s be honest, didn’t take too much. You were about to lean in too but he grabbed you by the cheeks and tilted your head, kissing your cheek instead.

“There.”

Man…

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[anonymousewrites]

One Hell of a Love (Book 1) Chapter Three

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Three: One Hell of a Fiancée

Summary: The Phantomhive mansion meets its worse nightmare, a cuteness hurricane.

            (Y/N)’s nose twitched in irritation as Grell’s screams echoed through the halls before he smashed the door of the dining room open. He crashed right into Finny before Sebastian or (Y/N) could be bothered to stop him, and hot tea spilled onto poor Finny.

            “Ow! Hot! Hot! Hot!” cried Finny, jumping up and down.

            Baldroy and Mey-Rin stared at Finny and then at Grell, lying on the floor by the cart and the broken china around him.

            “I-I’m so sorry!” cried Grell, jumping up to Finny. “I’ll wipe it off straight away!” He reached for a napkin on the table but managed to grab the tablecloth instead and drag it away. Ciel’s food and drinks crashed to the floor.

            (Y/N) made a quiet resolve to avoid Grell as much as possible.

            “Young Master, why did you decide to take in such a useless idiot?” asked Baldroy.

            “Like you’re one to talk,” said Ciel. He groaned. “I thought Sebastian would be the only one inconvenienced and it wouldn’t affect the rest of us at all, but…”

            “I am truly sorry for all the trouble I’m causing you,” said Grell as Finny, Mey-Rin, and Baldroy glared at him. “There really is no way to atone for my sins but to commit suicide!” He pulled a knife from his breast pocket and brandished it in front of his throat.

            “Wait! Don’t be rash,” said Baldroy.

            “When did he get a knife?!” cried Mey-Rin.

            (Y/N) sighed and took the knife from Grell’s hand, tossing it to themself. They smiled, eyes closed, and Grell’s eyes widened as he watched. “No need to die.”

            Sebastian touched his shoulder, taking Grell’s attention as well. “If you stabbed yourself and bled everywhere, it would be an even larger job to clean up.”

            Grell’s eyes shone. “Sebastian! (Y/N)! How kind you are!”

            “Was that kind?” murmured Baldroy, Mey-Rin, and Finny.

            “At any rate, to be bringing this farcical tea to the Young Master…” Sebastian cleared his throat as he began to salvage the situation. “Take note: the amount of leaves you put in should be relative to the number of people, with one extra for the pot. One pint of boiling water for every two portions is probably the best amount.” The trio of servants took notes while Grell watched in amazement as Sebastian passed the teacup to Ciel.

            “Young Master, it is almost time,” said Sebastian. “I shall have the carriage brought around to the front.”

            “Sure,” said Ciel.

            “We leave the cleanup to you,” said (Y/N) to Grell, Baldroy, Finny, and Mey-Rin. They gave a smile, and Grell’s eyes shone brighter as he nodded vigorously. “Grell, you can just sit and relax so you don’t create any more messes.”

            “And if by any chance you turn yourself over to eternal rest, please do so outside the mansion grounds,” said Sebastian.

            “Sebastian, (Y/N), what kindness!” cried Grell.

            (Y/N) had a feeling he was going to continue to be a nuisance. They turned away. Not their problem unless Grell got too close. Their nose twitched.

            Sebastian leveled a frustrated look at Grell as he stared at him and (Y/N) in awe.

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            Ciel, Sebastian, and (Y/N) walked into the cane-maker’s shop.

            “Welcome, lad,” said the shopkeeper to Ciel. “Are you here for your father or something?”

            “Excuse me, we have come to collect the Master’s cane,” said Sebastian, holding out the receipt for the purchase.

            “Ah, this cane, huh,” said the shopkeeper. “I was wondering who would use such a short cane.” He removed the cane and held it out. “I never thought a child like—”

            He gasped as the cane nearly hit him in the forehead. Sebastian smirked as he looked down the length at the fearful shopkeeper.

            “It is a wonderful cane, lacking even the slightest dent,” said Sebastian.

            “Yes, very nice,” said (Y/N), smiling at the intimidated man as they placed the payment on the counter. “Keep the change.”

            The three left the shop, and the man fainted.

            “Finny’s insane strength really is tiresome,” sighed Ciel as he contemplated what might be waiting for him when he returned to the mansion. Without Sebastian or (Y/N) to supervise them, any number of things could go wrong with his servants. “Is a cane really something you can just bend by accident? Thanks to that, my growth will be affected.”

            “It’s not as if you have grown, so it was merely an inconvenience,” said Sebastian, chuckling slightly. (Y/N) smiled in amusement.

            “On top of that, we have had to add another troublesome servant to our ranks today,” said Ciel, ignoring Sebastian’s comment. “We should return home at once.”

            And hope Grell hasn’t destroyed the place yet, thought (Y/N).

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            (Y/N) stood behind Ciel as Sebastian opened the door to the mansion. Ciel gasped as he saw his poor home.

            “What’s the—!” Even Sebastian and (Y/N) were aghast as they looked in.

            The entire place had been decorated with stars, ribbons, hearts, bunnies, pastels, and all things cute and very not-Ciel.

            “My mansion is…” Ciel couldn’t speak.

            (Y/N) pulled a ribbon from the door beside them and twirled it. “Huh…”

            Sebastian deadpanned. “What on earth did those fools do?”

            “Sebastian! (Y/N)!” The trio ran out of a side door.

            (Y/N) furrowed their brow, and their eyes darted between the three. Baldroy had a ribbon headband on, Finny had rabbit paws and ears on, and Mey-Rin had various pink ribbons pinned on her.

            “What happened here?” asked Sebastian.

            “What are you wearing?” remarked (Y/N).

            “It was her! That crazy girl,” said Baldroy.

            “Crazy girl?” asked Ciel in confusion.

            Hesitantly, the newly arrived people peeked their heads through the side door into the next room. It was also cutely decorated, and Grell was hanging by a noose in the center of everything.

            “What the hell are you doing?” demanded Ciel.

            “I believe I am in the process of dying…” croaked Grell.

            “Take him down, Sebastian,” said Ciel.

            “Understood,” said Sebastian, stepping up.

            “Ciel!” squealed a new voice. A blur of orange and yellow ran past Sebastian and grabbed Ciel in a tight hug. “Ciel! I missed you!” said the girl.

            “Elizabeth!” cried Ciel in surprise.

            “Ah! I’m always telling you to call me Lizzy, aren’t I?” chirped Elizabeth. “You really are just the cutest thing ever, aren’t you?” She hugged Ciel, and he hung limp in her arms.

            “Lady Elizabeth,” said Sebastian with a smile as he held Grell, who was gasping for air.

            “Oh, my, Sebastian. Good day,” said Elizabeth. She pouted when she saw Grell. “Did you take him down?”

            “Yes, it ruined the aesthetic,” said Sebastian cheerfully.

            “Really? Even though I decorated him so nicely?” asked Elizabeth.

            “Decorated him?” asked Sebastian.

            “See? Look! It’s all so much cuter!” said Elizabeth, gesturing to the entire room (and likely manor). “There shouldn’t be anything but the cutest items in this mansion! Isn’t that right, Antoinette?”

            “Ho, ho, ho,” said Tanaka in a large wig.

            “Oh, even Tanaka,” said (Y/N). They were impressed by how thorough Elizabeth was.

            “I have a gift for you, too, Sebastian!” said Elizabeth.

            “Ah?” Sebastian smiled warily.

            “There!” Elizabeth put a large pink, frilly bonnet on Sebastian. “Ah! So cute!”

            (Y/N) smirked at Sebastian, extremely entertained by his appearance. Sebastian glared at them and the other servants, but only the trio of troublemakers cowered. (Y/N) was way too amused.

            “I am terribly honored that you went out of your way to think up an outfit for a servant like me,” said Sebastian with forced graciousness.

            “And you!” Elizabeth turned to (Y/N).

            They froze warily, like a cat caught where it shouldn’t be. “Yes, my Lady?”

            “What is your name?” questioned Elizabeth.

            “(Y/N), my Lady,” said (Y/N), dreading what was coming.

            “You’re all gloomy in black like Sebastian! You need to be cuter!” declared Elizabeth. “Here!”

            A pair of flowery pink cat ears rested on (Y/N)’s head. “Ah…” They managed a smile. “Thank you, my Lady.”

            Sebastian lifted a hand to disguise a smile as he looked at (Y/N). The irony of the cat ears was amusing. And…Sebastian found cats cute, so this was also a nice sight.

            He quickly straightened. Those thoughts were proving an issue again.

            (Still…cat ears…)

            “Anyway, Elizabeth, why are you here?” asked Ciel. “Where Aunt Francis?”

            “I wanted to see you, so I snuck out in secret!” said Elizabeth.

            “You snuck out?!” cried Ciel. “Just what are you thinking?”

            “Uh, who is she?” asked Grell to Sebastian and (Y/N).

            “She is the daughter of the Earl of Scotney, Lady Elizabeth Ethel Cordelia Midford,” said Sebastian. “Lady Elizabeth is the Young Master’s fiancée.”

            “What?!” cried the trio of servants in shock.

            (Y/N) cocked their head and blinked. “Huh…I’ll never understand human’s decisions…” they murmured. I might have been one, but they’re still strange.

            “Lady Elizabeth is the daughter of an earl, after all,” said Sebastian. “It is only natural for a noble to have a noble as a wife, is it not?”

            “I suppose so,” said (Y/N), cocking their head.

            With the cat ears, they seem even more catlike, thought Sebastian. Of course, that’s natural for them. They’ve always been like this.

            “Oh, I know!” said Elizabeth eagerly. “Since the mansion has been decorated so nicely, we should have a dance party! And then you can escort your fiancée, and we can dance in circles! Ah, how wonderful! Wear the clothes I picked out for you, okay, Ciel? I think they’ll be really cute on you!”

            “Listen to what people—!” Ciel tried to say no, but Elizabeth was too busy planning.

            “Oh! I have to do my makeup!” said Lizzy. She grabbed Grell. “Come on! I’ll make you even cuter, too!” She dragged him out after her.

            “Listen to what people are telling you!” cried Ciel helplessly.

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            “It would have been easier to agree with her and then subsequently withdraw from the event,” said Sebastian, calmly handing Ciel a cup of tea.

            “Hurry up and get her some dinner or something and get her out of here!” said Ciel. “I don’t have time to keep up with her little games.”

            “Lady Elizabeth has invited you to dance,” reminded (Y/N), and Ciel looked off the to the side, a little embarrassed.

            “Young Master,” said Sebastian. “I have never witnessed it, but do you have any proficiency in dancing?”

            Ciel grabbed a newspaper to hide his face behind. He didn’t know how to dance. (Y/N) chuckled.

            “No wonder. So that’s why you intended to be a wallflower until you were called to the party,” sighed Sebastian.

            “I’m busy with work,” denied Ciel. “I have no time to be idling with games like—”

            Sebastian plucked the newspaper from Ciel’s hands. “Pardon my directness, but dance balls are quite a regular occurrence, and at events such as banquets and dinner parties, it is an irreplaceable cultural skill.” (Y/N) nodded in agreement. They had to work hard to keep up with the latest dance trends to not get centuries confused. “If you wish to be a gentleman with the finest degree of class, it is only natural for you to be able to dance.”

            “If you were to refuse to dance with a lady, your reputation at social gatherings could be thrown into the gutter,” added (Y/N) brightly.

            “I get it, I get it!” Ciel shivered. “I just have to do it, right? Call me a private tutor or something. Lady Bright, Lady Rodkin, or someone like that.”

            “There is not enough time to call them,” said Sebastian. “While (Y/N) and I are poor replacements—”

            “Speak for yourself,” said (Y/N), smiling at Sebastian.

            “—I shall take on your dance supervision,” finished Sebastian.

            “Don’t be stupid! As if I could dance with a huge man like you!” said Ciel.

            “No, you’ll dance with (Y/N),” said Sebastian. “I will simply show you how.”

            He turned to (Y/N) and took their right hand. “First, you allow your partner’s hand to rest in yours. Then, your other hand is at their waist.” Sebastian’s hand ran around (Y/N)’s waist. His muscles tensed for a moment, his instincts to pull them closer before he exercised control. “And then, you lead. The waltz is most common, with a three count of movement.” Counting, Sebastian led (Y/N) in the waltz, but it was much less leading and much more matching movements. (Y/N) was a lithe dancer, probably helped by their agility and natural gracefulness, and they moved perfectly with Sebastian.

            When he stepped back, his eyes remained on them as they smiled before turning to Ciel. “Now, Young Master, your turn.”

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            Ciel, after hours of treading on (Y/N)’s feet and attempting to dance, stood at the top of the stairs of the foyer.

            “Ciel! You really are cute!” created Elizabeth as she saw Ciel in the blue outfit she’d picked out for him. “I really have an eye for this kind of thing!” She swung Ciel around until she noticed he hadn’t changed rings to match his suit. “Ciel! What about the ring I prepared for you?! There was a cute one that matched your clothes, wasn’t there?”

            “This ring’s fine,” said Ciel.

            “No way! After I went to all the trouble of making everything so cute, to have your ring be the only thing that’s not cute…!” Elizabeth began crying. “Are saying you don’t want the one I got for you? How horrible.”

            “It’s not that,” sighed Ciel. “This ring is—”

            “Just kidding!” cried Elizabeth, suddenly grabbing for the ring. “I got it!”

            “Lizzy!” said Ciel sternly.

            “It really is way too big for you,” said Elizabeth. “The one I got is just the right size for you, and—”

            “Give it back!” demanded Ciel, and the room went silent. “Give that back right now. Elizabeth.”

            “Why are you getting so angry?” asked Elizabeth. “I went out of my way, and—” Ciel narrowed his eyes. “What is it? I was just trying to make everything cute. So why are you getting so angry? I hate this ring!” She threw it on the floor, and it cracked, the jewel shards scattering across the floor.

            Ciel’s eyes widened in anger. He ran forward, but before he could do anything he regretted, Sebastian grabbed his arm. He smiled as if everything was perfectly in order.

            “Young Master, you have forgotten the cane you took so much trouble to get,” said Sebastian, holding out the cane. He stepped out to Elizabeth. “That ring was something incredibly important to our master. It was one of a kind, passed down through generations of Phantomhive family heads. Please forgive our master’s rudeness.”

            “Th-That precious a ring…I…” Elizabeth stared at it.

            Ciel picked up a piece of the ring.

            “Ciel, I’m—” began Elizabeth.

            Ciel flung the piece out the window, and the watchers, except for the demons, gasped.

            “Ciel, what are you doing?” cried Elizabeth.

            “It doesn’t matter. It was nothing but an old ring,” said Ciel. “Even without it, the head of the Phantomhive household is me.”

            Sebastian smirked, and (Y/N)’s eyes glinted.

            Ciel faced Elizabeth. “How long do you intend to cry for? Your face looks terrible.” He pulled out a tissue and dapped at her tears. “It is absolutely unsuited to a lady. I wouldn’t want to ask a girl like that to dance.”

            “Ciel…” said Elizabeth.

            “Accompany me?” asked Sebastian, glancing at (Y/N) as he procured a violin.

            “Why not?” (Y/N) shrugged and straightened.

            Sebastian began playing a smooth melody, and (Y/N) sang a harmony, hypnotizing their listeners with the beauty of the sirens’ calling sailors to their doom. They were the perfect pair, two demons clad in darkness drawing the attention of the poor humans around them.

            “How wonderful…” sighed Mey-Rin.

            “Sebastian can play instruments, and (Y/N) can sing!” said Finny.

            “Beautiful…” said Grell with a blush.

            Ciel extended a hand to Elizabeth. “It is customary to forget the bad things at an evening ball and dance, is it not? My lady.”

            “Yes!” said Elizabeth.

            And as the two humans danced together, the demons above continued to play, each pair perfectly in sync.

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            “I shall take responsibility for delivering Lady Elizabeth home safely,” said Grell, bowing at the end of the night. Elizabeth was asleep in the carriage awaiting her return.

            “Will you be alright?” asked (Y/N). Wouldn’t be surprised if he drives them off a cliff.

            “Yes. After all, I am one hell of a butler,” said Grell, quoting Sebastian. He stepped forward and smiled. “Sebastian, I have learned so many things about being a butler from you.” Grell took Sebastian’s hands, and the demon raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “And (Y/N), I’ve seen such true natural ability I wish to possess!” Grell took (Y/N)’s hand and kissed the back through their glove. Their nose twitched, and as soon as possible, they drew their hand back.

            Touch… (Y/N) wrinkled their nose.

            “It is said that once people are on the precipice of death, they relive moments of their life,” said Grell. “I believe that when I am close to my own demise, I will relive tonight’s dreamlike world many times.”

            “How ironic for you to say that,” sighed Sebastian, glancing at Grell.

            “He’s going to live forever,” said (Y/N), rubbing the back of their glove as if cleaning the touch off of it, catlike.

            Sebastian suppressed an amused smirk at the subconscious movement. It seemed certain habits never changed.

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            In the dark of the night, Sebastian calmly walked through the halls of the mansion as he prepared for the next day. As a demon, he had no need for sleep, so he simply continued working.

            “I trust Ciel got his ring back,” said (Y/N), appearing beside him.

            “What sort of butler would I be if I couldn’t repair a ring?” said Sebastian.

            (Y/N) chuckled. “A terrible one. But you’ve never been terrible at anything, I suppose.”

            Sebastian smirked, sharp canines flashing. “No, I haven’t been.”

            “Is this your first contract in a while?” asked (Y/N).

            “Yes. I was waiting for something…interesting,” said Sebastian.

            “And you got it,” said (Y/N).

            “And you? Was the Baroness’s contract fulfilling?” questioned Sebastian.

            (Y/N) shrugged. “You know me. Any chance to mess with the balance of power and tear a manipulator’s life apart is satisfying to me.” They smirked, and their eyes flashed predatorily. “I like the look on their faces as everything they’ve built crumbles.” As quickly as it had come, the cunning left, and (Y/N) smiled as if such a sentence was perfectly reasonable.

            “You always did have unique taste in contracts. You seem to get more satisfaction in the contract than devouring a soul,” said Sebastian.

            (Y/N) smiled at Sebastian. “I do. But isn’t that one of the reasons I’m allowed to stick around?”

            “I suppose so,” said Sebastian. “You have no intentions of stealing anyone’s contracts, least of all mine.”

            (Y/N) nodded. “You did actually teach me as a demon instead of sabotaging me.” Their nose twitched. “I’ve seen the ones who had teachers who ensured they would have no skill as a demon. Pitiful, really.”

            Sebastian hummed. He supposed his actual dedication to doing everything well had served both him and (Y/N) well in the end. They had the skills to rival any ancient demon, and he had an…ally who wouldn’t threaten his contracts, even with a soul such as Ciel Phantomhive.

            Yes, he supposed he was fortunate.

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            (Y/N) lay back on their bed. There was nothing for them to do but wait for morning to come, and since they didn’t sleep, they just…sat there. And, unfortunately, contemplated things that they would rather avoid.

            It had been quite a long time since they’d seen Sebastian last. Ever since his teachings had finished, they had only encountered one another a handful of times. And each time, (Y/N) was reminded of their respect for the older demon and…the other thoughts they had about him that were not usual among demons.

            (Y/N) blamed it on being born a demon after living a human life instead of being forged in the fires of hell, but that didn’t solve any of their issues. They still enjoyed seeing Sebastian each time they found him again, no matter his appearance or name.

            (Y/N) groaned. Damn it.

            The one lesson they’d never managed to master when it came to being a demon was leaving emotions behind.

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            Sebastian calmly began the numerous preparations for the following day. Cutting meat, rolling dough, organizing files and food, he ensured each meal and item on his master’s agenda was attended to so the schedule could continue flawlessly as soon as he awoke in the morning.

            However, since Sebastian was a master at his craft, he barely had to pay attention to his work, and his mind could be occupied elsewhere. Regrettably, Sebastian’s thoughts were not as under control as he would like.

            He couldn’t help but think of how easily he and (Y/N) worked together as if no time had changed between them. It had been centuries since their last encounter, but just like every previous meeting, they fell back into step beside each other as if they had never left.

            Sebastian sliced through a slab of meat with more force than he intended and tsked.

            These thoughts were unbecoming of a demon. They were solitary beings, so there was no reason for Sebastian to feel any differently whether (Y/N) was there or not. That didn’t change the facts, though. Sebastian had long ago become more attached to the demon than he had anticipated. Each time they met again, that horrible attachment reared its head—it didn’t care what name or face (Y/N) carried, which made the whole thing worse since it wasn’t just physical, he respected them as a demon even if they had strange morals—and Sebastian would have to quash the issue once more.

            Having (Y/N) around would just make this time take a little longer, that was all.

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After Hogwarts (Sebastian x Reader)

A Hogwarts Legacy fanfiction

The reader's house, gender, and appearance are not defined.

It was your seventh year at Hogwarts, and in about two months you and your classmates would be taking your N.E.W.T.s. The classes and your self-study sessions have never been so stressful. The teachers were constantly reminding you that these exams would decide your future. A future in which you would grow into even more outstanding witches and wizards than you already were. Honestly, the teachers were very encouraging, and aside from the headmaster, Professor Black, who looked at all of you like you were Troll Bogeys, the other Professors were sad that the graduation of your year was right around the corner. Although the Professors had to say goodbye to seven-year students every school term, the departure of you and your friends seemed to pain them especially. That was no wonder, considering that you and your classmates had been involved in a series of dangerous events that led to the demise of well-known dark wizards and finally to the Battle of Hogwarts. 

However, you, as students, were so caught up in your studies and the stress resulting from these that you barely had the time to lament your Hogwarts experience. And none of you really wanted to. Thinking about it felt like multiple stabs to the ribs – and you as the Hero of Hogwarts knew what you were talking about. Defeating poachers, dark wizards, Ashwinders, Trolls, goblins, and the menaces Ranrok, Rockwood, and Harlow personally, you knew what pain felt like and saw absolutely no glory in being a hero. Nonetheless, you loved the thrill of fighting and adventure.   

This was why you found yourself in a secluded section of the library on the second floor, thinking about your life after Hogwarts and being torn between two job options. Naturally, before the N.E.W.T.s, all students had to organize and apply for apprenticeships and jobs, because Hogwarts made sure that there was no graduation without a clear future perspective. The school helped the students with finding an occupation in the labor market by offering job orientation programs. And when you attended one of these programs in your sixth year, you decided to become an Auror.  It was not far-fetched, and honestly, everyone had expected it. At the beginning of your seventh year, you applied for Auror training, and obviously, you were accepted. It didn’t even need Officer Singer to vouch personally for you, something she had been doing repeatedly after you defeated Cassandra Mason, who sold her shop in Hogsmeade repeatedly and drove the new owners insane. No, everyone had heard about your great deeds. 

But you couldn’t help but wonder whether you really wanted to be an Auror. Of course, the rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins during a precarious battle was beyond this world, but Aurors were known for dying young. For the first time, you felt like you wanted to lead a secure, stable life that was defined by regularities and routines. That was why you were staring so intently at the piece of parchment lying in front of you on the table. Last night, right before going to bed, an owl from Professor Hecat was delivered to your dorm room, presenting another job offer. Curiously, you had read it: 

I am writing this letter late at night and do not have time for formalities. I would like to come straight to the point. I have a job offer for you as a teacher for Defense against the Dark Arts. If you take the job, you would start work next school year. It seems that I must retire early, earlier than I would like to. Which makes it important for me to find an honorable and responsible successor. I have already talked with the faculty about this job offer, and they all agreed unanimously that you fit the job description for a Hogwarts professor impeccably well. Even Professore Black acceded. You have not only experienced the perils of the Dark Arts and fought them, but you also have incredible social skills. It would be a shame if you didn’t teach students and accompany them on their journey to greatness. You would make a splendid teacher. Now, if you are interested, come and see me today or tomorrow. But if I don’t hear from you by then, the headmaster will have to start searching for my successor officially. 

-Dinah Hecat 

You stuffed the letter in your bag, deciding to consult your best friend, Sebastian Sallow, on what to do, and made your way to Professor Ronen’s Charms class. Sebastian certainly would offer good advice. After all, you have been through severe hardships together. You helped him with overcoming the sadness and loneliness that engulfed him after he had killed his uncle Solomon and after Anne left Feldcroft, stating that she loved him but couldn’t forgive him nor bear to see him. 

Forgiving or not forgiving Sebastian was never a question to you. In your opinion, Ominis was partly right when he said that someone needed to mean the three Unforgivable Curses to cast them successfully. By no means did Sebastian actually want to kill his uncle; the regret and panic that was written on his face right after he had cast the Killing Curse were enough for you to be certain; he was just utterly frustrated that his uncle had given up on Anne. He reacted impulsively when he cast Avada Kedavra, meaning that the wish to hurt someone mustn’t be rooted as deeply into someone’s consciousness as it is generally believed. Besides, you could just use Incendio or Diffindo multiple times to achieve the same result. An impulsive thought was enough to torture, take someone’s will away, or kill. The core of your wand probably determined the strength of an Unforgivable Curse, too. A dragon heartstring turned to the Dark Arts more easily than a unicorn hair.

You must know about what causes an Unforgivable to be cast successfully. You were enchanted by the Dark Arts, too, and used them on multiple occasions whenever you strolled through the forbidden forest or had a heart-to-heart duel with dark wizards. You were glad that the Professors didn’t know about your dark tendencies – otherwise, you would have never received a job offer for a teaching profession. Lately, you had resolved on using the Dark Arts only in situations that absolutely required them. You needed more stability in your life and would not seek out danger for the sake of it any longer. You wanted to put your foot down and settle. 

You were passing through the transfiguration courtyard when Amit and Poppy spotted you. They waved excitedly and ran over. 

“Are you heading to Charms, too?” asked Poppy in her soothing voice. 

“Yes, I am,” you replied, smiling at Amit and Poppy as they walked next to you. 

Amit chuckled, straightening out his Ravenclaw robes which he always kept neat. “I bet Professor Ronen can’t wait for the final exam in Charms. He always says that he wants us to tackle the exam like we were fighting a ghastly spider.” Amit grimaced, disgusted. “Actually, I prefer a quill and an exam sheet to a spider anytime.” 

“Definitely,” you commented, giggling with Poppy. Together the three of you entered the Astronomy wing and made your way up the stairs to the Charms classroom, but before the door to the Transfiguration courtyard closed fully, it was swung open again, and a sarcastic voice was carried over to your ears. 

“Were a spider to see you, Thakkar, it wouldn’t even bother to eat you,” remarked Ominis, and you all halted in your steps to let him catch up with you. “No one wants to swallow something that smells like cowardice.” The Slytherin boy held his wand up, its tip glowing red. Imelda Reyes followed behind him, her arms crossed and her chin tilted haughtily as she stared down Amit. There was a rivalry between Slytherin and Ravenclaw students that was absolutely vicious. It was an endless battle between ambitious cunning and studious wisdom. 

“Cut it out, Ominis,” you said. “That was not even remotely funny.” 

Next to Sebastian, Ominis Gaunt was your closest friend. “How would you know what fun means? You always laugh at Sebastian’s jokes,” Ominis countered.  

“No, I don’t,” you huffed, looking at your feet, letting your hair fall in front of your face to conceal your blush from your friends, who grinned knowingly.  

“You and Seb should just confess already,” complained Imelda as you all set in motion to reach class on time. “I mean, what is the harm? It is so obvious that you have feelings for each other. Did you know,” Imelda turned to you, raising an eyebrow, “that you said Sebastian’s name last evening when you fell asleep in the library? I wonder what you were dreaming about.” She winked conspiratorially at you. She was your best wingman – or rather wingwoman – but she had become a little too confident after she passed the tryouts for Puddlemere United. You were glad that she could pursue her passion after Hogwarts but desperately wished that she would tone down her matchmaking aspirations in the school halls where everyone could hear her. 

“Really? She did say his name?” asked Ominis. “That is interesting. Then there must be something that you and Sebastian are not telling me.” You didn’t know what the future ministry officer walking next to you was insinuating, but when you saw his devilish smirk, you didn’t want to know. “Do you and Sebastian use telepathy to communicate, perhaps? Because he fell asleep about the same time as you in his bed and kept moaning.”  

“Oh gosh!” You covered your red face with your hand, ignoring Ominis’s self-indulgent smile and Poppy and Imelda’s teasing as they exploded into laughter. However, you nodded when Amit mumbled that he would rather spend his time learning Gobbledegook than listening to mediocre innuendos.   

Compared to you, Poppy and Amit were sure of what they were going to do. Poppy would become a caretaker for magical beasts, traveling around with an organization formed by the Ministry for the protection of said wonderful creatures. And Amit, who was even more obsessed with stars and the night sky than he was in his fifth year, would go abroad to Japan to study the constellation of the sky there and teach Astronomy at Mahoutokoro. 

When your little group entered the Charms classroom, Professor Ronen greeted all of you enthusiastically. “Come on in, come on in! The final exam won’t wait for you to be ready, but you have to make sure that you are prepared instead!” 

All of you took your resigned seats, meaning you went over to Sebastian, who was already waiting for you, waving as a charming, genuine smile adorned his features. You were so distracted by the cute freckles littering his face and his sharp features that had lost some baby fat that you only noticed the remnants of Floo Powder on his shoulders when you sat down next to him. 

“Where have you been?” you asked worriedly, hoping he hadn’t given into his old habits and left the castle in search of danger. After Solomon’s death and Anne’s distant behavior, Sebastian scoured the wild, seeking out life-threatening situations to feel alive again. Often, you had to save his sorry ass and tell him that he was allowed to be happy, allowed to have a nurturing life. Although you taught him to live in the present and not in the past, the guilt he felt about Solomon’s death was still gnawing on his heart and soul. If it weren’t for you, Ominis, and the prospect of him and Anne reconciling, he would have given himself up and probably turned to the Dark Arts entirely.  

“Don’t worry,” he reassured, knowing what you were thinking. “I helped Penny in your shop. Last night Fastidio caused his usual wreckage. But this time it was so bad that Penny asked if I could help her. So, I did and managed to return for Charms just in time.” You thanked him with a loving smile. Sebastian had become quite the handsome man and grown into his body; he towered over you easily when you sauntered through the halls together, and his broad shoulders shielded you from view when you walked behind him. 

The lesson began, and Professor Ronen initiated the revision phase for your final exam. 

Maybe Ominis was right, and you and Sebastian did possess some sort of telepathy. While Ronen went through the theory of the spells Depulso and Flipendo, Sebastian moved his knee to touch yours, scooting closer, arms brushing against each other. Indeed, you were helplessly and desperately in love with each other, but so far, little touches, teasing, light banter, and flirting had been enough to satisfy you. After all, you were still young and trying to define your identities. Also, both of you were hyper-independent. A defined relationship would only interfere with your preferences for a free, independent lifestyle. Besides, you saw each other in school every day. Which was about to change soon. Maybe being just friends wasn’t enough anymore… 

“Alright, class!” Professor Ronen clasped his hands together. “I know how important it is that students work at their individual pace. And as a teacher, it is my duty to respect the heterogeneous student body. Therefore, feel free to use the rest of the lesson to learn alone, with a partner, or in groups. Whatever you prefer. You can study the theory of Flipendo or Depulso and practice the spells. You can stay inside the classroom or go outside to the hallway.” Professor Ronen’s fascinated and glowing expression turned into a serious one as he rubbed his hands together, staring at the class. In an ominous voice, he threatened, “But trust me when I say that you don’t want to know what consequences will follow if I see you slacking off.”

Most students formed groups and filed out of the classroom, practicing in the hallway. Sebastian and you stayed seated. Simple spells like Depulso and Flipendo were child’s play to you, and you pretended like you were reading about the theory in your books. Clearly, you were bored. Soon you heard the loud voices of your classmates echoing through the classroom and being carried over from the hallway as they commanded their wands to perform magic. Professor Ronen sat down at his desk and corrected tests. 

“You know that already,” began Sebastian quietly, staring deep into your eyes, “but I am utterly grateful that you let me stay in your shop and live with you and Penny over the holidays these past years. It gave me a purpose and helped me to move forward. You helped me. I’m glad I only need to return to Feldcroft when I must.” 

Sneakily, you glanced at Professor Ronen. He was immersed in his work and oblivious to your conversation. “You know I would do anything for you, Sebastian.” You squeezed his hand briefly before withdrawing it and placing it back on your book like an attentive student. 

Nervously, Sebastian rubbed his neck. “Also, I just received confirmation from St Mungo’s Hospital. My apprenticeship as a healer will begin two months after graduation.”

You could barely conceal your excitement at the news. “That is wonderful, Seb!” You knew how much he wanted to become a healer. 

“I know so much about healing and magical maladies already due to my excursions to the forbidden section of the library,” he commented and absentmindedly brushed a lock of your hair behind your ear. “I am unable to save Anne, but maybe I can help others that are in need. I want to use magic to nurture life… not destroy it. I have done the latter already, and I repent it deeply.” A shadow clouded his face.

“Seb, you will be a great healer. I just know,” you said softly, intertwining your fingers with his and not letting go this time. “But know that you cannot save everyone. I don’t want to see you succumb to your obsessions again.” 

“I won’t. I promise.” Suddenly, he exhaled shakily. “Since we are already talking about obsessions, there is something I need to tell you.” 

“What have you done?”

“Wha— Nothing!” He crossed his arms, letting go of your hand in the process, and sulked like a little child. But his expression became serious again as his hand ran through his hair and then scratched his arm nervously. Suddenly, he appeared to be insecure. You didn’t know Sebastian like that. Solicitously, he placed his hand on your thigh and you began to panic. Hastily, your head whipped around to Professor Ronen, but he was humming the school hymn while eating chocolate frogs and marking tests. 

You breathed a sigh of relief and met Sebastian’s dark eyes, losing yourself in their depth. 

“You are an obsession of mine, too,” Sebastian confessed. “And lately I have been wondering what would become of us after graduation. Honestly, I don’t want you to become an Auror. That job is dangerous. I am not invalidating or underestimating your abilities. I know what you are capable of, but the thought of you winding up hurt, lethally wounded even in St Mungo’s or dying… It kills me. I love you with all that I am. I want to live my life with you. You challenge me and help me to become the best version of myself. I am irrevocably enticed and consumed by you—” 

Sebastian’s heartfelt speech was interrupted when an agitated Amit burst into the classroom and yelled, “Professor Ronen, quick! Garreth Weasley went too hard on the Depulso charm and catapulted Everett Clopton down the stairs, who then collided with Leander Prewett. They are unconscious!”   

“Oh goodness!” Professor Ronen swallowed a chocolate frog hastily, hurrying out of the class with Amit. The other students left the room and followed curiously. 

“Only at Hogwarts…” mumbled Sebastian next to you, shaking his head. “Can you hear Ominis’s malicious cackling, too? He is going to have a field trip with this. He never liked Prewett.” 

You did, but right now you didn’t care. If there was one thing you learned from fighting poachers and dark wizards, it was that you should always use a distraction to your advantage, whether it was caused by extraneous forces or yourself. You grabbed Sebastian’s cheeks, connecting your lips with his. Funny enough, he was not in the least taken aback. He just went along with it, and honestly, you wouldn’t have it any other way because that was a typical Sebastian reaction. One of his hands cradled your head, and the other wandered to your lower back. As your lips moved in synch to the symphony of your beating hearts, finally performing what they have been destined to do all along, you knew exactly which occupation you would exercise in the future.   

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[storytowrite]

Love Untold (OT8 x F! Reader)

Chapter 11

Paring: Changbin x reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: 18+, oral sex, mention of blood, sexual fantasies, sweet names, pet names

Word Count: 4498

Masterlist | Love Untold Masterlist

Due to the work of your parents, you are forcet to constantly move. However, this time moving houses let to interesting and unusual events. You met 8 handsome boys at school and somehow you managed to move in with them. How will your fate go?

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You woke up in the morning with a terrible stomach ache. The tremendous contraction felt like knives being driven into your belly. You knew the pain well, you started your period. You quickly grabbed your bag and desperately began to rummage through it. Your eyes lit up when you managed to find the only sanitary pad you always carried with you, just in case.

You grabbed your new clothes and quickly made your way to the bathroom.

“Oh hi Y/n. Have you had enough sleep…?" Before Seungmin could finish, you disappeared behind the bathroom door.

You closed the door and turned on the hot water in the shower. The room quickly filled with warm steam. You stepped into the shower, and the hot water caressing your skin brought you much-needed relaxation. The contractions slowly stopped, so you closed your eyes and immersed your head in the streams of water. Drops ran down your cheeks, dripping onto your bare arms.

You quickly dressed and disappeared back into your room. You felt terrible and had no intention of getting out of bed.

You said that today you're blowing off school, your stomach pain was even worse than in the morning, and your general mood put you in a depressed mood. The first day of your period has always been brutal for you. But today was a tragedy. You've never felt so bad before. You couldn't help it when the contractions were getting stronger.

You pulled the duvet over you, pulled your legs up and closed your eyes. You were hoping that today no one would even approach you and you could rest.

Only after a while did you realize that you don't have any more sanitary pads or tampons, and you won't last long on makeshift pads made of toilet paper. You didn't even have the strength to get out of bed, let alone go to the store for sanitary pads. 

You've been wondering for a long time what to do with yourself and how to get sanitary pads, but the deafening headache didn't make it any easier. You could feel your head throbbing, and even the slightest amount of light shining through the tiny holes you had left in the quilt to get some fresh air annoyed you.

The thought ran through your head to call Sebastian to get you some menstrual products, but first of all you weren't sure if you wanted him to meet the boys again and secondly it was really embarrassing to ask a much older guy about it . 

You sank deeper into your bed, trying to stop the growing pain in your stomach. You felt that from the comfortable position and the warmth of the soft duvet you started to want to sleep. Slowly your eyelids got heavier and heavier.

You had almost fallen asleep when a loud knock on the door woke you up. All you managed to muster was a quiet "Come in," but no one came in. You repeated it louder, but again no one answered. You scrambled out of bed, trying to straighten up. However, the pain in your stomach didn't even let you think about straightening up. On your first attempt, the stabbing pain in your lower abdomen made it possible for you to crawl to the door on all fours.

You pulled the handle and with great pain you managed to open the door. You looked wasted. Despite the morning bath, drops of sweat formed on your forehead, every hair stood out in a different direction, and your face was pale as a sheet.

A visibly annoyed Minho stood in the doorway. "You're late with my breakfast..." He didn't finish his sentence and his expression changed 180 degrees. There was no longer a grimace of indignation on his face, and it was replaced by concern in the boy's eyes.

“Y/n what's going on? Why are you so pale? Are you feeling unwell?” He started to panic a bit. You could bet anyone that Minho would be the last person you'd suspect of something like this.

"I'm fine. My stomach hurts a bit." You gritted your teeth as you tried to get up off your knees. However, the contraction in your lower abdomen was so strong that you immediately fell to the ground, clutching your stomach.

Minho quickly rushed over to you, put your hand around his neck and took you in his arms. He carried you, like a princess, to bed. Even though you felt bad, you couldn't help but notice his lovely features. His purple hair covered his beautiful, sparkling eyes.

He placed you gently on the bed and was about to leave, but you grabbed him by the sleeve of the leather jacket he wore so often. The boy looked at you in surprise and sat next to you on the bed.

“What's going on Y/n?” Your snow-white face turned red as soon as he spoke.

You fought with yourself for a long time to gather yourself to tell him the truth. But the longer you sat in silence, the more the chance of someone helping you slipped away from you.

“So…I well…I have…period.” You whispered so softly that even the boy sitting next to you couldn't hear.

"Do you think I know what you're saying? Use a little voice, it'll be easier." He bit back aggressively, but didn't cross the line.

“I have…I have my period.” The boy's expression as soon as he heard about it was priceless. The boy was shocked, his whole body tensed and he started to wander around the room. “I have a request…Could you…Could you buy me some sanitary pads? I can't get out of bed, and if we don't want a bloody flood here, I need some pads." You finished and hid your face in your hands.

The boy just nodded his head and without a word, quickly walked out of the room closing the door behind him. You were left alone in the silence, you could have sworn that the boy blew you off and laughed right after he left the room. However, you faintly hoped that he might have some sympathy for you.

But right now it was more important not to get carried away by the pain that was attacking your whole body. You closed your eyes in search of relief, but your rest was interrupted by a knock on the door.

You didn't even manage to open your eyes when the other 7 guys entered the room. Everyone was holding something else in their hands. From a hot water bottle to all kinds of sweets. The boys gathered around you, asking about everything. The questions mixed with each other, causing confusion in your head.

You finally couldn't take it anymore and burst out. "Hey, but did you know that period is not a fatal disease?! Tomorrow will be better. I just need to rest for a while." Your slight elation stunned the others. Each of the guys handed you what they had for you and stepped back.

Suddenly, Minho ran into the room panting. His beautifully styled hair was now stuck to his forehead. The boy's breathing was rapid and unstable, which made you believe that he must have been running here.

“I didn't know which ones to take at all, so I took them all. Long, short, thin, thick, pink, blue, green…” the boy went on as he took out more packages of sanitary pads and tampons.

Your eyes got bigger with each packet. You didn't even know that someone would actually come up with the idea to buy probably every possible option of menstrual products they had in the store.

"Thank you guys, I really appreciate what you're doing for me, but let me take my pill, put my hot water bottle on and take a nap." You said grabbing a small medicine container and taking out a small white pill.

The boys have agreed that they will leave you, but they will take turns coming to you every two hours to make sure everything is okay.

So you were able to rest today. You didn't have to do anything. You stayed in bed all day, they brought you food, changed the water in your hot water bottle, even sat next to you to keep you company.

You had no need to lie, it was by far the best first day of your period in your entire life.

The following days of the period were definitely better. You felt much better, your stomach didn't hurt, and your face regained its color. Even a smile appeared on your face, and you went to school normally. Of course the boys were still happy to help you and drive you everywhere.

The problem started on the 4th day when you woke up. Your breathing was quickened and your whole body was pierced by a pleasant warmth that surrounded your core the most. You've never had a dream like this before.

You dreamed that you were sitting in your room when Minho came to you and without further ado kissed you. You liked it very much and you kissed him back. After a while others started coming and you slowly tasted them. The taste of their sweet lips drove you crazy. The contact of so many lips with your sensitive body turned you on very much. The kisses got more and more passionate and you were getting wetter. But before anything else could happen, you had woken up.

You knew it was going to be an interesting day, you had a terrible desire. It's good that you were the only one who didn't have classes today and could calmly control your lust.

You got out of your warm, comfortable bed and went to the bathroom to freshen up. As usual, your bath was slow and very pleasant. Warm drops replaced the lips of the boys, stroking your arms, waist, thighs. That feeling of a knot forming again came back.

You closed your eyes and slowly moved your hand from your face to your breasts. You grabbed the nipple between your fingers and began to twirl it, squeezing it lightly from time to time.

Even though you knew it wasn't appropriate, you tried to imagine that instead of a drop of water, it was the boys' mouths flooding your body with passionate kisses. Your breathing quickened and your head involuntarily threw back. You knew you were excited. With your free hand you slid down to your clitoris, pressing it, you started to make small circles.

A low, muffled moan escaped your lips. You leaned against the still-cool wall to keep your balance. Your chest was rising and falling rapidly. Your breathing was shallow. You couldn't help but bite your lip. The idea of boys was driving you crazy.

You felt that your orgasm was already close, you were no longer able to hold back the melodious sounds flowing from your mouth. Suddenly you heard a loud bang of the door closing. Your eyes opened wide, and the image of the boys who had touched your body a moment ago disappeared. The whole wonderful mood went to fuck, and you ended the shower unfulfilled.

You were pissed at whoever slammed that door in that moment, but that meant you were finally home alone and you could finish your fun, in peace. You quickly jumped out of the bathroom and, wrapped in a towel, went to your room to get dressed

You were wearing beautiful red lace panties. Even though you had your period, you really wanted to wear them. After all, there are tampons. You didn't bother to wear a bra though. You pulled a short floral summer dress from your closet and put it on. You felt like you could run around the meadow right now chasing butterflies.

Satisfied, you went to the kitchen, which was beautifully lit by the sun coming through the large window. Your skin glistened in the sun's rays and warmth enveloped your body.

You wanted to make yourself breakfast taking advantage of the lack of people at home. You were finally free to rummage through the lockers without fear of being judged. You walked over to the fridge and was about to open it when you saw a small white note.

The first thing that caught your eye was your name. You already knew it was probably another order that Lino gave you. And of course you weren't wrong. It said in small letters that you had to clean the whole house until they got back.

At first you were pissed at Minho's next order, but after a while all the tension left you. For letting you live with them, you could at least do that much.

You quickly ate breakfast and went to the men's grotto, where you started cleaning. You put on some music in your headphones and let yourself be carried away by the songs. Before you knew it, you'd almost cleaned the entire downstairs floor. All that's left is to arrange things in a huge wardrobe.

You started to clean up the books when a small gold box caught your attention. Unable to resist, you grabbed it and opened the delicate lid. You see a pile of old childhood photos.

You looked at each photo carefully, because the place where they were taken seemed familiar to you. You were shocked and your heart skipped a beat when you came to a picture of a little boy. You knew this person well, he was your childhood best friend, and by the way the first boy you had a crush on. Unfortunately, after another move with your parents, your contact broke off, approximately 10 years ago, and you have never seen him again.

The photo in that house meant only one thing, that one of those guys was your childhood friend.

But which one? You wondered. So many emotions and conflicting thoughts were running through your head right now. How come you didn't recognize him? Has he recognized you? You couldn't take your mind off it even for a moment.

All you knew, at that moment, was that you wouldn't stop until you found out which one of them was your friend. The worst part was that none of them looked like L, because that was the name you remembered the boy had.

Tormented by thoughts about the found photo, you quickly finished cleaning and went upstairs to cover the entire ground floor. You started with the kitchen, as it was the best option, right in front of the boys' rooms, which you were a little afraid to enter.

You turned up the music on your headphones and started cleaning out the top cabinets. The dust in the air tickled your nose. You started to sneeze and it was a good thing you had something to grab onto, because standing on your tiptoes on the kitchen counter and reaching to the end of the cupboard wasn't a very smart or safe idea.

Trying to reach the last scrap that was farthest from you, you had to reach even further. Suddenly, you felt a rather strong blow to your buttock. You jumped in fear, but a sweet moan escaped your lips. You looked down to see who spanked you and saw Changbin. You were surprised by his presence, after all, only you had the day off. You wanted to go down to the boy, but your foot slipped off the counter and you almost fell. However, at the last moment, Bin caught you.

You felt his strong hands on your buttocks, holding you tightly. Your legs wrapped around his waist. You landed perfectly so that his face was between your tits.

The slight vibrations caused by the boy's lips, who obviously wanted to say something but couldn't, caused you to tighten your legs around him and several sweet moans escaped your lips.

The boy, gasping for breath, walked over to the counter and sat you down. Only the contact of the cold stone with your skin made you move away from the boy. However, the heat between your legs began to form again.

"Y/n I understand that this is how I affect girls, but to the boobs right away?." He started getting closer to you. He placed his hands on your bare thighs and moved them as close as possible to your core.

"I don't want to say anything, but you're the one who slapped my ass." You decided to join in the fun and tease him a bit. The desire in you grew stronger, and you became more and more courageous.

“I couldn't resist, your beautiful round buttocks sticking out from under the dress attracted my attention too much.” He continued slowly bringing his face closer to your neck.

As soon as his lips met your skin, you tilted your head back, allowing him easy access. You threw your arms around his neck and pulled him to you. It was the signal for him to start. You felt every muscle in his body move with your touch, adjusting to your movements.

“Fuck y/n you’re so hot. I could take you here and now." Those words hit you like a red rag to a bull.

You slowly and sensually licked your lips, not taking your eyes off the boy. The sun shone on his muscular body, showing the muscles.

You smiled at him and pressed your lips together. The kiss wasn't innocent at all, it was full of passion and lust.

His hands continued to caress your thighs. You felt like you were in heaven. Finally, you didn't have to imagine boys. You had one live and exclusive.

You deepened the kiss, slightly parting your lips. The boy immediately took advantage of the opportunity and crept his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues fought for dominance, saliva mixed, and your breaths became the only one.

You couldn't control yourself and grabbed your chest. With slow but firm movements, you began to caress your breasts. The extra stimulation only increased your desire.

You pulled your mouth away from the boy to gasp for air. You were both breathing heavily, and the boy had no intention of pulling away from you.

He noticed your hand, which was now playing with the effect that was visibly sticking out through the dress. 

You felt a firm grip on your wrist. Changbin grabbed your hand and put it around his neck.

"Let me help you baby girl." One corner of his mouth rose up. Kissing your sensitive neck, he began to move lower and lower. Slowly, stroking your body with his fingertips, he slipped down one strap of your dress.

Your body was craving more attention, and Bin's slow movements were driving you crazy. Unable to take it any longer, you grabbed his hands and placed them on your chest.

The boy was slightly surprised at how needy you were, but his expression quickly changed. The surprise in his eyes turned into a swashbuckling smile.

In one swift move, he pulled your dress down, exposing your breasts. The cool breeze that brushed your skin made you arch, moving even closer to Bin.

The cold air was quickly replaced by the boy's hot lips. A louder moan escaped your lips. Before, no one focused so much on your breasts.

The boy's tongue swirled around your nipple, moving from one breast to the other, spending the same amount of time on each.

Your pussy began to slowly throb, demanding more attention. Your whole body tensed as Changbin lightly bit your nipple. A victorious smile was painted on the boy's face as you grabbed his hair and pulled him closer to you.

One of his hands slid down your waist, stopping between your legs. He cupped your nipple with his mouth and sucked hard on it.

The warmth of his lips and his saliva which additionally moistened your nipples caused that a muffled bunch of melodious moans came out of your mouth.

Satisfied with his actions, he crept a hand up your dress and only when you felt one of his fingers approach your panties you did stop him.

The boy looked at you worried. It's like he's scared he hurt you.

"Something wrong Y/n? Too soon?" He got worried and was about to pull away from you when you grabbed his shirt.

"I'm just still on my period, but that doesn't stop me from pleasing you." You said biting your lips.

You quickly jumped off the counter and grabbed his shirt, dragging him into the living room. You pushed him onto the couch and fell to your knees.

The boy made himself comfortable on the couch. He put his hands on the back of the couch and made his legs in a man's spread. He smiled nonchalantly.

You, like a cheetah on the hunt, began to creep towards him, on your knees.

He licked his lips as you ran your hands over his thighs. Your face was very close to his crotch, and your gaze never left his beautiful shining eyes for a second.

You pulled his shirt up with one hand, revealing his well-sculpted belly. You knew Bin was muscular, but not that much. You placed your other hand on the boy's already hard penis.

You didn't see what his penis looked like, but you knew it was big. You started to massage it through the material, causing him to throw his head back.

You smiled victoriously and, taking advantage of the fact that he wasn't looking, placed a passionate kiss on his stomach, right next to the line of his boxers. The boy's body tensed, which made his muscles even more visible.

Unable to hold back any longer, you grabbed the fabric of his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers. You saw Changbin's large, fully erect penis. Your eyes widened and you sat motionless for a moment, staring at his dick. You thought it would be big but not THAT big.

However, seeing the boy, whose slightly narrowed eyes were fixed on you, you shook yourself out. You grabbed his penis at the base and ran your tongue along its entire length in one fluid motion.

A single moan escaped his lips, echoing in your ears. You knew it was the right way. 

You took the tip of his member into your mouth, sucking lightly on it. The boy threw his head back again as soft lips wrapped around his foreskin. The boy's penis began to throb slightly in your mouth, releasing pre-ejaculate. A slightly brackish liquid ran down its length, landing on your tongue.

Feeling the taste of the boy, you wanted to put the larger part of the penis in your mouth. You could safely say that half of his dick was in your mouth.

“Fuck, y/n. You are amazing." He breathed out between deep breaths. He reached out to you and grabbed your hair. Making your head move, tailored to his needs.

You moved your head slowly for now, your tongue running the entire length of his cock. The heat between your legs grew and became unbearable. Who would have thought that giving a boy a blowjob would turn you on so much?

You grabbed the rest of his member with one hand, stimulating him further. You perfectly combined the movements of your hand and your mouth, maximizing pleasure, and the boy's reaction only confirmed it to you. 

Changbin was sitting on the couch with his hand still in your hair. His breathing was unsteady and his eyes stared at you with command. Small droplets of sweat began to form on his exposed belly, and moans of pleasure escaped his mouth from time to time.

Unable to control the desire for fulfillment anymore, you stuck your free hand into your panties and began to make small circles around your clitoris. The touch on the very sensitive clitoris made you close your mouth harder and hand on Changbin's cock. This caused waves of slight tremors in the boy.

The grip in your hair showed that the boy was already close. You too felt your orgasm slowly approaching.

You sped up your head and arm movements. The boy's dick hit the back of your throat, making you gag, but you continued to give him pleasure. After a few more powerful movements, the boy came with your name on his lips. His cum shot out, down your throat. His penis throbbed and twitched in your mouth.

Continuing to please yourself, you waited for the boy to finish his orgasm, you carefully licked his tips and swallowed his juices. And after a few moves you came too. Your whole body shook and tensed intensely. He gently rubbed your back as he guided you through your orgasm.

Once you were both satisfied, he pulled up his pants and you sat on his lap.

“Y/n, I guess we need to stay home alone more often.” He chuckled cheekily, winking at you.

You just giggled lightly, punching him in the chest. You placed one last kiss on his lips and headed to the bathroom. You definitely needed to freshen up.

You spent the rest of the day alone in your room scrolling through your phone as the boy went to the gym. In the evening, everyone came home from school tired. You invited them to the table for a tasty and exquisite dinner prepared by you. Even though someone always cooked your meals for you, you loved to cook and you could finally show it.

Everyone was eating your food and the compliments were endless. You had a pleasant evening talking about today.

“Well Hyunjin now I know what you meant when you said Y/n kisses well. Her lips are amazing, and not just for kissing." Changbin fired suddenly.

As soon as you realized what the boy said, you choked on the food that happened to be in your mouth. Your fulminating eyes fixed on the boy, who was obviously proud of what he said. You had flashes of anger in your eyes and a blush of shame on your face.

The rest of the guys stopped eating and turned their full attention to you.

"What do you mean?" Seungmin asked curiously, shifting his gaze to Changbin.

He was about to say something but you cut him off by throwing the spoon you were holding at him. The laughter of everyone gathered in the living room made you want to sink into the ground.

“Ask Y/n, maybe someday she will tell you.” Changbin smirked and went back to eating.

You closed your eyes hoping that if you couldn't see the boys, they couldn't see you either. The boys, seeing that you were visibly frustrated, decided that they would not ask unnecessary questions. After all, they would find out everything later from Changbin anyway.

Everyone went back to eating and talking together and that was how your day ended.

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[beepeepmeep]

Sebastian x reader (angst)

“Oh fuck..” you heard as you neared the top of the stairs headed to the spa, accompanied by light wet slapping sounds.

“Oh Sebastian!” A female voice said.

“Sebastian?…” you thought as your heartbeat quickened, dread settling into a pit in your stomach. As you approached, the voices got louder and you were able to clearly recognize them.

“No..it can’t be..” you thought in disbelief as your legs carried you faster towards the bathhouse, the cool night air hitting your face harder, feeling like hundreds of tiny blades stabbing your face.

“Fuck I’m so close!” Sebastian’s hushed voice slurred gruffly.

“Me too sebby” Abigail panted.

As you rounded the corner you were met with a scene you could have never imagined you’d witness in your life. Your husband, Sebastian, pinning your best friend Abigail to the wall of the bathhouse. Pants around his ankles while Abigail’s legs were wrapped around his waist, arms wrapped around his neck.

“Sebastian?…” you said in shock, voice barely above a whisper. The sudden intrusion of your presence shocking them both into stillness, their heads snapping towards you in a flash. At first, none of you moved. All three of you being frozen in shock for what seemed like hours but truly only lasted for a second. Immediately you came to your senses, hot tears bubbling at your eyes and falling down your face. Sebastian and Abigail let go of each other and scrambled to put their bottoms back on.

“Y/n! Please I can explain it’s not what you think!” Sebastian pleaded, desperation etched in his voice as he made his way towards you hastily while trying to buckle his pants up. Abigail only stared at you, eyes filled with regret and sadness. You took a step back as you watched your husband, the love of your life, approach you- hands outstretched and eyes filling with tears. You didn’t say another word as you turned and ran back down the way you came, the fall air rushing through your hair as your tears blurred your vision. You didn’t know where you were running to but you didn’t care, all you knew is that you needed to get away from both of them and fast. With your heart beating so fast and loud you didn’t even hear your husband yelling for you to wait, pleading with you to let him explain. As you ran past his parents home you couldn’t help but think about everything that led you up to this moment. The first time you met him, up until the day of your wedding, mind flooding with doubts and worries. “How long has this been going on? Has he been cheating on you since day one? How could they do this to you? What’s gonna happen now?” As you approached the town you bumped into your close friend, Shane.

“Fuck” he cursed as you both stumbled back.

“Y/n? What are you doing out here so late? What the fuck happened why are you crying?” Shane asked with worry as he grabbed your shoulder to steady your shaking form. You couldn’t get any words out, body collapsing into his arms. Tears running freely as they stung your cold face, letting out pained sobs.

“Sebastian..Abigail…bathhouse..” you wailed as you clung onto Shane’s shirt. You heard Sebastian ‘s rushed footsteps approaching and you panicked, you don’t want to be near him right now.

“Get me out of here please” you pleaded with Shane. He didn’t need another word as he dragged you with him towards Marnie’s ranch, once inside he lead you to his room and sat with you at the edge of his bed, arms tight around you as he let you sob into him. He’d always been like an older brother to you, of course he was cold and shut off at first but over time he grew to view you as the little sister he never had (besides jas kinda). Once you calmed down and your sobs turned into sniffles you decided to let go and look down at your hands resting in your lap.

“What happened.” Shane asked, anger clear in his voice, as he stared intently at you.

“I was heading to the spa after a long day in the mines when I heard Sebastian’s voice along with Abigail’s. Once I rounded the corner I saw them..together…he was holding her and his p-pants were down…” your voice wavered as tears started to bubble up again.

“Once they both realized I was there they stopped and got off each other but it was too late because I had a-already seen enough…” tears falling once more, landing on your hands and pooling in your palms. Shane exhaled through his nose, extending his hand to place around your shoulders as support.

“What am I gonna do Shane? He’s my husband and she’s my best friend. Two of the people I care about most in the world besides you betrayed me. I cant go back home, I can’t face either of them!” You said desperately, body shaking as you turned to face Shane. His expression filled with anger yet worry for you.

“That bastard. I’ll kill him.” He said as his hand dropped from your shoulders and formed into a fist.

“I just want to forget about this Shane, I can’t go back home, can I stay here tonight?” You asked softly as your gaze dropped down into your lap again.

“Of course lil sis, I’m not letting you go back there with that bastard. I’ll deal with him tomorrow but for now let me get you some pj’s and a towel so you can have a hot shower.” He said as he moved to dig through his cabinets, pulling out an oversized shirt and some fuzzy pajama pants. After your shower you came back into his room, seeing an air mattress on the floor and Shane setting up some blankets for himself.

“Come on, you’re sleeping on my bed but I’m not leaving you in here alone with the state you’re in.” He nodded towards his bed and looked at you expectantly. You walked to it and laid down, making yourself comfortable as Shane went yo turn the lights off. Your exhausted body relaxing into the bed and drifting into unconsciousness quickly after the long day you’d had.

The next morning you woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs from the kitchen, sitting up groggily and rubbing your puffy eyes from the blurry sleepiness. You stretched and got out of bed, heading towards the kitchen. Shane was already up and sitting at the table with Jas as Marnie set up a plate for you, already used to you sleeping over because of the sibling like relationship you and Shane had.

“Good morning y/n” Marnie greeted cheerfully, placing your plate down on the chair next to Shane. She had heard the commotion last night and gathered that something bad between you and Sebastian had happened, taking one look at your swollen and irritated eyes solidified her suspicions.

After breakfast, you changed into some clothes that you’d left there from previous sleep overs. You had to feed the animals and tend to your garden so there was no time to wallow in your heart break. Nervously, you left Marnie’s ranch and headed up to yours - Shane tagged along of course, he wasn’t gonna let that bastard get near you after what he did. As you approached your property your nerves rose up into your chest, anxiety taking grip of your heart as you flashed back to what you’d seen last night. Regardless, you tended to your animals and watered your crops.

“You’re gonna be staying with me for a few days right? At least until that asshole gets his shit and goes back to his moms basement right?” Shane spoke in a gruff voice as he turned to look at your farmhouse. No doubt wanting to barge in there and strangle Sebastian with his bare hands.

“Yeah..but I’m nervous Shane.. I know he’s in there but I don’t even want to look at him, much less talk to him.” You said nervously, hands fiddling with each other as you looked at the house you’d previously thought you’d raise your children in, with the man you promised to spend the rest of your life with.

“Don’t worry, I’m right here with you. You know he won’t try anything with me around y/n” Shane spoke, softly now as he tried to reassure you. You lock eyes with him and give him a determined nod. The both of you make the quick walk towards your house which normally brought you comfort but is now making the pit in your stomach bubble with dread. You twist the door knob, surprisingly it’s unlocked and the door creaks open. As if on cue you heard the creak of floor boards as your husband made his way towards you, not noticing Shane next to the door.

“Y/n!! Baby you’re back! I’m so sorry please let me explain! We were both drunk a-and- I was so worried about you I didn’t know where you went-“ Sebastian scrambled to the door. As he came into view your heart wrenched in pain, he was so handsome, wearing his signature hoodie and black jeans. His eyes were also swollen presumably from crying all night too. (Not like he wasn’t the cause of this whole ordeal but okay) He attempted to grab you and pull you into a hug, no sooner were his long cold fingers centimeters from your skin did Shane step in front of you and put his arm against Sebastian’s chest- stopping him in his tracks. Both men glared at each other as you walked around Shane and into your house. Your husband’s gaze immediately followed you, eyes pleading for you to talk to him.

“I’m picking some stuff up, I’ll be staying with Shane at Marnie’s for a bit while you get your stuff out. I’ll give you 5 days.” You said, your tone cold and angry but your eyes shone somberly, fixated at the floor next to your husband’s feet. Sebastian’s expression changed to desperation, he moved toward you but Shane gripped his shoulder firmly.

“Baby please! Don’t do this! I love you so much y/n it was a mistake it’ll never happen again. You’re my wife! I cant be without you baby please!” His words fell on deaf ears as you shook in anger, turning to face him directly as you cried hot angry tears.

“Shut the fuck up Sebastian! I knew you had a thing for Abigail before but I thought you were over it! I should have known it was too good to be true! You fucking asshole, I trusted you with my heart! I want you out of here, after this I never want to see you again.” You lashed angrily as you walked up to your husband, jabbing your finger into his chest as you looked up to his shocked and hurt face. You turned to Shane, eyes telling him to wait for you outside so you could talk to your husband alone for a minute. He nodded and closed the door behind him as he left but you knew he’d be waiting for you right outside. Facing Sebastian again you looked at him, your heart broken expression was too much for him to handle as his own tears ran down his face. He reached to put his arms around you and you pushed back with flat open palms but you knew you weren’t strong enough to push him away.

“Y-n..please. I love you so much I’m so sorry. Please don’t leave me, I can’t lose you y/n. It didn’t mean anything. I am over that stupid childish crush on her. I swear to you, I’ll never make another mistake again.” Sebastian pleaded as he sobbed, arms tightening around you. You closed your fists and lightly punched his chest. It’s not fair, why are you so weak, why must you love this man so much.

“I can’t Sebastian.. she must still mean something more to you than a friend if you went that far… seeing you and her together….I can’t get it out of my head. I’ll never look at either of you the same. Please just leave. I need time alone. I’ll be back in 5 days please don’t try to talk me out of this.” You said, silent tears falling to the floor as you looked down- unable to look at your husband in fear that you’d give in if you saw his pained expression. You wiggled free from his grasp as you walked to the door and opened it, signaling Shane to come back in and help you retrieve some stuff. Sebastian was left there standing at the doorway in shock, unable to look up. After a few moments you and Shane returned, heading to the door.

You paused just before stepping out, not looking back “Goodbye Sebastian” you said coldly before walking ahead, Shane bumping shoulders with him as he made his way out as well.

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