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in1-nutshell · 2 months

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Add this to the bottom of the barrel.

I was playing tears of the kingdom and my brain did a hop skip and a jump.

Human body that climbs everything and everyone. has killed a bot with some really archaic weapon, lord knows what they'll do with an actual gun. doesn't really talk but communicates through grunts and hand gestures.

plus

Rodimus who just wanted to get a midnight drink - ...Buddy?

cut to Buddy who just stares back at him for a moment before running into the vents.

Rodimus - HEY GET BACK HERE!

Buddy is chaos. There is no stopping them from climbing anything they can get their little hands on.

Hope you enjoy!

Human Buddy who communicates in grunts, noises and likes to climb with Rodimus Prime, Cyclonus, Nautica, and First Aid

SFW, Platonic, Human reader

MTMTE

The crew picked Buddy up from a planet’s flea market.

Buddy looked so miserable and malnourished.

The crew members were outraged seeing a human so far out in space and being treated like this.

Some go off in a corner to think of a plan to get the human without buying them.

Buying them will only make the buyer rich and chase more humans.

Whirl was the one who stole them from the buyers after causing a diversion.

For once Magnus didn’t put him in the brig for stealing them

The human didn’t speak like any normal human and was very distrustful of all the bots.

Except Whirl.

With time the human eventually warmed up to the bots, but they never really learned how to talk.

They were just fine with the grunts and noises.

It was a random name generator that picked their name since many bots had already gone to the brig for wanting to name them and others not agreeing.

Buddy was a simple name.

And they seemed to like it.

But there were some habits the bots picked up on.

Buddy loved to climb anything they could get their little hands on.

This caused much distress and amusement amongst the crew.

Buddy becomes the crew’s mascot/ friend/ gremlin that lives on the ship.

Rodimus

Rodimus likes Buddy.

He even set up a little chair for them on the main bridge in case they wanted to sit there.

He put it there after too many times seeing Buddy trying to climb the chair themselves.

And that one time they did manage to get on the seat and Rodimus nearly sat on them.

That’s why Buddy now has their own chair.

Do they use the new?

Yes and No.

They use it when they are on the main bridge for more than 5 minutes.

But they don’t sit on it.

At least correctly.

The amount of times Buddy has sat down on the chair wrong nearly glitches Ultra Magnus’s circuits.

Buddy knows this and likes to get a laugh out of everyone.

Rodimus is the loudest.

But not everything is fun and games.

Rodimus hates it when Buddy uses the vents.

He’s scared they are going to get lost up there like one of those Earth videos of families not finding their gerbil until they had to cut a hole in the wall and find it deceased.

Buddy, obviously, doesn’t listen to him.

Rodimus came back to his room after a meeting with Magnus and Megatron.

Turns on the light.

Buddy is sitting on his berth eating some chips.

“…Buddy?”--Rodimus

Buddy stares at him before running to the vent on the ground.

“HEY! NO, NO, BUDDY WE TALKED ABOUT THIS!”--Rodimus

Buddy makes some mocking noises in the vent.

“I HEARD THAT!”—Rodimus

Cyclonus

Being one of the bots on board that they were slower to warm up to, Cyclonus does find himself looking after them.

He blames Tailgate for planting the idea in his helm.

He lures Buddy in with treats and by being calm.

Buddy warms up to him eventually.

Cyclonus wants to teach Buddy how to talk so they don’t have to rely on noises or grunts like some unintelligent being.

Buddy was intelligent, they just couldn’t talk or write, that’s all.

He tries his best and sees that Buddy does try their best.

Even if they manage to make a letter sound, is plenty accomplishment for both.

“Repeat after me. Hello.”--Cyclonus

Buddy tries to say but huffs instead.

“No, like this. Hello.”--Cyclonus

Buddy starts making noises that sound like a cat hacking on a hairball.

“…Maybe that’s enough lessons for today.”--Cyclonus

Hacking noises increase.

Nautica

Nautica is one of the crew members that got along the fastest with Buddy.

Maybe it was her being friendly and kind to them.

Or it could also be the snacks she secretly gave to them after their meal.

Who knows?

Buddy has a habit of climbing on her when they want something or need to relax.

They do this with certain bots too, but she still feels honored to be chosen for this job.

All she needs to do is acknowledge Buddy, then be still until they reach the top of her helm or neck cables.

Gives them many head pats.

Buddy looking at Nautica from across the room.

Nautica was talking to Brainstorm about her new wrench.

Buddy walks over and begins to climb her leg.

“EEP! Buddy! You know better to do that without me knowing.”--Nautica

Buddy still keeps on climbing until they reach the top of her helm and just lays there.

“I guess someone wanted some attention?”--Nautica

Buddy huffs but pats her helm.

First Aid

Also, one of the faster members Buddy warmed up to.

But First Aid doesn’t really know why.

He did help Ratchet in making sure they were okay and helped them around the ship, but he didn’t do anything extraordinary for Buddy to like him.

But he is fine with that.

First Aid rather enjoys the company of the smaller human.

He knows Buddy is smart.

One day First Aid came in feeling a bit under the weather and Buddy was making all sorts of gestures and noises to get him out of his desk and to the med slab.

Even trying to carry his digit to the slab.

They knew he wasn’t feeling well and wanted to help, something First Aid found endearing.

However, …

Giving Buddy checkups were 50/50

They could come into the med bay doing everything he said to do and get a treat by the end.

Or…

They would be ‘clawing’ and squirming at everything that came towards them.

First Aid walks into the med bay.

Buddy is sitting on his desk chewing.

“Buddy? Buddy what are you chewing?”—First Aid

Buddy pauses, but then chews faster.

“NO, NO, NO WHAT DO YOU HAVE SPIT IT OUT!” –First Aid

#transformers x reader #maccadam #human buddy #mtmte x reader #mtmte x platonic reader #mtmte rodimus #mtmte nautica #mtmte cyclonus #mtmte first aid #feral buddy

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penguinkinggames · 5 months

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01zfan · 4 months

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talk to me | l. sh

boyfriend!sohee x reader | 3.7k words

repost because i kinda messed up on the original post if you’ve seen this before no you haven’t

contains: fingering (fem. receiving)

you and sohee lay on his couch while a tv show plays on his laptop. whatever is happening flies over your heads, focused on more important tasks at hand. you lean against the side of the couch, desperately pulling at sohee’s clothes so he comes closer to you. one hand is on the armrest of the couch, caging your body against sohee. his other hand feels every part of your body, rushed like you might disappear at any moment.

your lips are locked in a messy makeout session. teeth clash and spit is swapped between the two of you. you an barely breathe and are on the verge of passing out before sohee pulls away from you. you can make out your reflection in his blown out eyes. you see a string of spit connecting your lips to his. sohee sees it too, swiping his tongue to break the string.

you match his appearance, lips glossy from spit and swollen from sucking. your hair is mused to say the least. you run your hands through sohee’s hair just for fun. you get a kick out of seeing the strands stick up twice as crazy as yours.

“do you think we have time?” you ask.

it was hard to have alone time with sohee. exams and studying had you both on separate schedules. some days you felt like a gerbil on a wheel, running around in circles to do assignments for classes you hated. sohee had his fair share of stress too, workload just as overwhelming as yours. moments like these with sohee helped you get rid of the stress, but being under a time constraint sometimes did more harm than good. sohee grabbed his phone to check his messages.

“we have awhile. my parents told me they’re running errands all day today.” sohee says smiling.

he smiles all the way to your neck, kissing the skin. you raise your hands to rest on his shoulders, lightly massaging out a hard knot on his back.

“they know im here?” you ask.

his parents didn’t hate you, but like most parents they were strict. when you came over you had to be in an open space atleast an arm length away. his parents were sweet but there’s no way they would allow for just you two to be alone together.

“got anton to tell them we’re all studying together.” sohee said in between kisses.

after hearing the cover story you can let yourself fully relax into the armrest of the couch. sohee attacks your neck with kisses and bites. you occasionally have to tap his head to remind him that he can’t leave a mark.

“sohee calm down.” you say giggling.

you lightly push on his shoulders to get him to pull away. his chest is still heaving, he didn’t even let himself fully catch his breath before going back in.

“sorry.” he says kissing your chest.

you think about what you want next. sohee is only separated from your body by only a few layers of clothing. you put your hands on his arms to get him to stop kissing your collarbone. he stops mid kiss, staring at your skin.

“you say we have time right?” you ask. sohee looks up at you immediately.

“yes we have time. we have all the time in the world, actually.” sohee says a little to quickly.

you adjust yourself on the couch, sitting up a little bit more. sohee moves backwards a little bit to give you the space you need.

“do you think we have enough time to…” you can’t bring yourself to finish your sentence.

you don’t have any doubts when it comes to having sex with your boyfriend, you guys have done it a few times before. but something about the word sex just feels so vulgar and a little cringe to you. lucky for you sohee understands what you mean. you think he might’ve gotten whiplash by how fast he nods his head.

“we do. we definitely do.” sohee says quickly.

“okay cool.” you say while looking at sohee.

you two maintain eye contact for a tad too long, trying to figure out what to do next.

as you reach for your blouse sohee does the same, getting off the couch to quickly take off his vest to unbutton his shirt underneath. you watch attentively as you take of your shirt.

you rid yourself of your shirt and school skirt quickly. you lay down on the couch in just your intimates. you liked leaving those last garments for your boyfriend to take off. no matter how frantic he was taking off his clothes he always removed yours slowly and with such care. it also made you always super giddy seeing sohee so excited to see your body. you couldn’t help but be excited to when he nearly jumped back on the couch in just his plaid boxers.

sohee always started with taking off your socks. he brings your legs to his lap to carefully, running a hand up and down your calf. sohee pulls off your socks one by one. it made you feel like a doll how gently he handled you, taking your legs out of his lap tenderly.

sohee comes up from the end of the couch to bring you in for another kiss, his hands massaging your breasts over your simple bra. he almost drools at the sight of your chest and the way your nipple slightly spills out from your bra. sohee finds himself drawn to it, sucking on your half hidden areola. he takes in some of the bra, but he doesn’t care because you arch your back into his mouth and run your hands through his hair.

“help me take my bra off sohee.” you whine.

your desperation makes sohee move quickly. he reaches his hands behind your back and unclasps your bra on the second try. he carefully bring the back of the bra to the front, helping you out of the straps. when your bra is discarded somewhere in the room, sohee takes in the sight of your chest. he loves looking at them first before taking them in his hands. he’s captivated by your supple skin, kneading your breasts in his hands. you tilt your head to the side and hum gratefully at how sohee is taking such good care of you.

sohee feels nervous looking up from your boobs to your face. the way you look at him has his cheeks dusted in a rosy red and his ears feeling hot. every time sohee has you like this he gets nervous. he has never been able to explain why he gets so antsy at the thought of you during sex. he is someone who has always driven by pleasure. he worries that sometimes in the heat of the moment he may forget about your pleasure too. the thought of having someone so beautiful in his hands sometimes made the butterflies in his stomach painful to endure.

but sohee has different things on his mind. why he gets the right to see your bare body or be the one that gets to give you pleasure is a question for a later time. right now, sohee is focusing on the tiny pink bow that is attached to the waistband of your panties.

“this is cute” sohee says, pinching the tiny bow in his fingers.

“i think they’d be better off, yeah?” you say.

you lean against the back of the couch to give sohee more leverage to take the garment off of you. sohee takes your panties off and throws them in the same pile his clothes are in. if he’s lucky he will be able to put your panties in his pocket as a little souvenir for later.

he has to bite his tongue to not say “wow” at your naked body. the way you are laying for him on the couch has sohee almost seeing stars. even in the dimly lit living room your body is glowing. sohee’s eyes scan over your body methodically, like he is trying to remember every curve, every hair, every square inch of flesh. he can barely focus on anything else.

“can i take those off of you?” you ask pointing at his boxers.

sohee nods and moves to lay against the couch. he maneuvers his body the same way you did yours so you can take off his boxers easily. sohee sees you look over his body, and he wonders if you are trying to memorize him too.

“there’s a condom in the back pocket of my pants.” sohee says, reaching for his clothes pile.

“uhm sohee,” you say quietly. he stops reaching for the clothes to look at you. “”i don’t think you’re hard enough.”

sohee has never had this happen to him before. he was young and always ready to go at a moments notice, especially when it came to you. just the thought of you wanting you had him ready to go instantly. so when you said he wasn’t hard enough, he sat up almost immediately to see for himself. sure enough, he was flaccid. saying he had a semi would be generous. he was mortified as he looked to you.

“oh wow.” is all he could say.

“if you aren’t in the mood, it’s okay. we can just kiss.” you say kindly.

sohee wanted you more than anything, so he was very confused as to why his dick wasn’t with the program.

“i want to. i want to so bad. i don’t know what’s wrong.” sohee said.

even after giving his dick a few experimental strokes, nothing happened. confused wasn’t the word to describe how he was feeling anymore, especially when he looked at your pretty face covered in worry. he was perplexed by his inability to perform. he ran through his memory bank of things that he had to lock away to not get a boner in public. images of you bending over, calling out his name, and wearing revealing outfits flashed across his mind. still nothing.

sohee still wanted to touch you. any other time he would’ve called it quits, maybe take a nap or something. he blames it on the heated make out session and the fact that you two were alone. he was still tittilated, thinking about your tongue and the bow that was on your panties. he looked at you perched on the couch next to him. you now had your intimate areas covered, but sohee wanted to see all of you more than anything. he completely abandoned his own pleasure letting his dick fall on against stomach. he sits up on the couch, letting his legs fall over the side. sohee reaches to you, and you grab his hand.

“can i touch you?” sohee says.

you think for a second. although the circumstance of sohee not getting hard is a little peculiar, it doesn’t change the fact that you are worked up and aching to be touched. you nod and move yourself over to him. sohee turns you around and pulls you towards him, letting your back rest on his legs and your head rest on the side of the couch next to him. you adjust a little, letting yourself get comfortable. sohee moves your legs so they bend at the knee. your legs closest to the edge of the couch rests on the coffee table.

“i’m gonna try something okay?” sohee says looking down at you. “tell me if you don’t like it.” you nod and let out a breath, fully relaxing into your boyfriend.

sohee uses his hand to slowly move down your body. like he perfectly split you in half, he uses a finger to slowly trace down between the valley of your breasts all the way to your bellybutton. he slowly traces tiny shapes around your abdomen and places a quick kiss to your forehead. you close your eyes, focusing on his voice and the feeling of his soft hands on you.

“your body is so hot.” sohee says quietly. “you’re so hot it makes me nervous. maybe that’s why i couldn’t get hard.”

sohee laughs dryly as he continues his hand down. you grab onto the bicep of his other arm, desperate to hold onto something. he uses his thumb and middle finger to spread your vagina and uses his index finger to press hard on your clit. your eyebrows raise and you look at sohee, who is locked in on your facial expressions.

“does it feel good?” sohee asks.

you scrunch your eyebrows and nod yes, afraid that you might let out a sound if you open your mouth.

“can i finger you baby? i need to feel all of you.” sohee says.

he lightly flicks your clitoris, each time making you jolt slightly.

“yes please.” you moan.

you are already digging your fingers into his bicep. you try to pace yourself, to gain some composure.

sohee releases his middle finger and thumb from spreading you. he instead uses his thumb to go lower, spreading the slick from your entrance to your folds and clit. you moan quietly, spreading your legs wider for him.

“so wet already baby, how is that possible?” sohee sounds in awe as he plays with your folds.

it’s never ending, just when you think you’re done producing the slick a new wave comes out. sohees’ mouth is open when he brings his hand from your vagina to hold it in front of you. he taps his middle finger to his thumb, showing you the thin string of your lubricant that connects the two digits together. you wish you could be shy about it but the way sohee is captivated by you only turns you on more.

“it’s because of you.” you say shyly.

sohee looks at you when he puts his thumb in his mouth, licking you off of him.

“you taste like candy.” sohee says and you open your mouth.

sohee puts his middle finger in your mouth and you vigorously suck, trying to show him other things you can do with your mouth. sohee gets what you’re trying to show him completely, evident in the way his jaw slightly drops as you continue to suck.

when you’re done, sohee returns his hand to your entrance. you start thinking about how hot your boyfriend is, how he has you laying down on the couch so he can make you feel good. the rush of him touching you in such an intimate way has you bursting at the seams with anticipation. when you start thinking about how goody two shoes sohee lied to his parents to sneak his girlfriend over you start losing it.

“are you doing that on purpose?” sohee asks looking at you.

you were so lost in your mind you don’t even know what he’s referring to.

“doing what?” you ask.

“your pussy is clenching around nothing. can you feel it?” sohee asks.

his finger isn’t even inside of you but he can feel the pulsing around it. he looks down at your center and spreads your folds to see your clit moving as an effect.

“holy shit.” he says.

“i need you to touch me.” you say desperately.

sohee doesn’t listen, continuing his ministrations on your entrance. he starts teasing you, barely entering you and pulling out just so he can hear the sound of your wetness against his fingers.

“i love the sounds you make.” sohee says. he looks at your face as you look down and watch him play with you. “i love watching you too.”

before you can beg him to put his finger in, he looks into your eyes. you think that he wants you to ask again, so you open your mouth. when he his middle finger in a moan escapes through your lips. sohee lets out a sigh when he’s in you all the way. while you’re basking in the feeling of his long and pretty finger inside of you, he’s basking in something else.

“you’re so soft everywhere, even inside baby.” sohee says.

you can’t even bring yourself to respond to him in words anymore, only whimpers, pants, and head nods.

sohee guides your hand down to your center and you look at him on what to do. you know how to finger yourself, but something about how vocal sohee is being with you makes you only want to do what he verbally tells you to do.

“put your finger in with mine.” sohee instructs.

you put your finger inside. sohee looks at you with a surprised expression on his face. your walls periodically clamps around you and sohee’s fingers. the pace is irregular and only picks up in speed when he looks at you.

“can you feel the way your clenching?” sohee asks.

“yeah i can feel it.” you say moaning.

sohee gently pulls your finger out and you moan at the loss of contact. sohee puts his index finger inside of you, slowly pumping his two digits in and out.

“don’t worry babe i got you.” sohee says playfully.

your hold on his bicep turns into a grip as he increases his speed.

you wish you could describe the feeling of sohee’s fingers inside of you. when you two had sex for the first time it was very innocent. slightly rushed, but the underlying feeling was showing how in love with one another you two were. this was different. when you two had sex, barely any words were said. you both were getting used to the feeling of being inside, being so close and connected. you had never heard sohee talk to you in such an intimate moment like this one. the tone he was talking to you in had an effect on you too. he was never the one to tease you so harshly, to talk to you while actively denying you pleasure. it made you dizzy and made you feel like you were on top of the world.

“you like when i fuck you with my fingers?” sohee asked.

his voice had gotten deeper, dripping with an emotion you couldn’t pinpoint.

“yes sohee. i love it.” you say while nodding your head.

you’re sure this is a new sight for him too, you becoming a mess underneath him.

sohee starts getting excited, picking up the speed of his two fingers. you can hear the squelching and your chest starts moving from the force and you squirming underneath him.

“grab your boobs for me sweetheart.” sohee says. you reach to your chest immediately. “push them together for me. yeah just like that.”

sohee’s fingers are pistoning in and out of you now. you push your breasts together, rolling your nipple in between your fingers. you do what sohee always does, trying to get him to keep going. as he continues, you can feel the winding and churning in your stomach.

“you close baby?” sohee says, kissing your forehead again. you whine in response and nod your head. you continue to play with your boobs, returning one hand back to hold onto your boyfriend. “gonna cum on my fingers?” he asks.

“can i?” you ask.

another moan rips through your throat when sohee moves his other hand to your clit. he does revolutions on the bundle of nerves. his fingers inside of you bend and your moans become higher in pitch and you abandon playing with your chest, too focused on trying to finish.

“go ahead. i got you.” sohee coos to you.

the winding in your body snaps and excitement tingles underneath your skin all over your body. your final high pitched and pitiful moan becomes prolonged as you clench repeatedly over sohee’s fingers. you forget your name, you forget everything except for the man looking down at you and talking you through your orgasm. he doesn’t stop the revolution on your clit as you bump and grind your hips into his hand, trying to make the feeling last for as long as possible. you see the color white as sohee continues bending and pumping his fingers inside of you. he spits on his finger and returns it to your clit. the extra lubricant and the overstimulation has you gasping for arm and digging your nails into his arm.

“sohee. sohee. sohee.” is all you can say.

“i know baby. i know. you can do it.” sohee says, voice coming down to a whisper.

you can barely comphrehend anything else he says as another wave crashes over you. it knocks you off your feet, takes the words out of your mouth and you are left with a facial expression that shows pure euphoria. sohee revels in the look on your face, the look he helped put there. he tells you every encouraging phrase in the book as your body shakes and your previously arched back slowly comes down. he slows the motions of both his hands down and you are grateful but sad at the same time. you wish you could live in that suspended state for the rest of eternity, just feeling constant pleasure.

when sohee pulls his fingers out of you, you barely have any energy left. he is the one that has to pull you into his arms to give you a loving kiss. you bring a shaking hand to his face and deepen the kiss. you can still taste a little bit of yourself on his lips. you are the one that has to pull away to catch your breath, and try to recover from what your mind, body, and soul just went through.

“was it good?” sohee asks.

he kisses your cheek as you nod yes, still trying to find enough sanity to speak.

“it was really good.” you say.

sohee continues to hold you and you pepper his face in kisses, trying to show him gratitude for what he just did for you. he smiles a little bit more with each kiss. as you kiss him and try to find stability on his legs to kiss him more, your hand comes in contact with his dick. it’s no longer flaccid, it’s rock against your hand. precum has his tip sticky, and you move it around to fully cover the area. sohee sighs and leans his head back against the couch. he settles more into the couch as you reach for his pants on the ground. sohee looks up from he spot on the couch to look at you with a condom in your hand.

“i think you’re ready now.”

#requestz #01zfan: sohee #sohee smut #riize smut

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prokopetz · 7 months

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It just occurred to me that Space Gerbils is the first game I've written that has a legitimate IC reason to explicitly require the players to choose their pronouns.

#gaming #tabletop roleplaying #tabletop rpgs #space gerbils #game design #gender #pronouns

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artkaninchenbau · 1 year

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Look at these little guys I got to draw for Penguin King Games' Space Gerbils-ttrpg 🐭🚀 They turned out so cute look at 'em 🥺❤️

#My art #TTRPG #Indie TTRPG #Indie game #They are like full proper minifigures like I did draw the backsides for them too #You can find 'em on the token sheet #Personal fave might be the 60's Space Age chair one #Or the grumpy cleaner #Or the space cowboy #I dunno I love them all dfjghsjdfg

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fierymiasma · 10 months

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✽ Five Times....// Sebastian x f!MC ✽

Summary: Five times Sebastian Sallow Was Jealous and One Time He Didn't Have to Be (Part 2)

Words: 2.7k

Part 1 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Full Fic

|| Masterlist || AO3 || Upcoming ||

Chapter 2: Girls

"So…how did it go?" Sebastian asked in his most causal voice.

The hero of Hogwarts pointedly ignored him, focused on the transfiguration before her.

Sebastian pouted, resting his cheek on his hand. She had been avoiding Sebastian ever since he interrupted her date at Hogsmeade. He tried to respect her need for space. After all, how many times did Sebastian need to pout and be alone with his thoughts in their 5th year?

But it's been two whole days since they talked. Practically eons. Surely, she didn't expect to starve Sebastian of her companionship? For the past two nights, he barely had any sleep, tossing and turning, dying to learn of the outcome of the date. If she and Ben Harrrington had decided to go steady, Sebastian wouldn't know what to do with himself.

Pouting silently next to her, he watched her transform her teacup into a gerbil. Transfiguration was one of those fields that was just as much of an art than science. Sure, any ordinary witch or wizard could brute force solid masses and conglomerate it into its final product but…she…?

She made it look so easy, fluid lines and masses moving like water, shifting beautifully amongst itself to transform into her desires. The hero of Hogwarts was always naturally gifted at magic. Sebastian always took pleasure in just watching her in her element.

Still, he had to wonder. He gazed at her with his undivided attention. His own gerbil had long wandered off having been entirely forgotten. "How did it go?"

"How did what go?" she feigned ignorance.

He huffed. She was smart enough to know exactly what Sebastian was referring to. "Your…date," he hissed through gritted teeth. "with Benjamin Cushings-

"Ben Carrow." She corrected, still not looking up at Sebastian.

Sebastian resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the mention at the other boy's name.

She chewed on her bottom lip. With a swish of her wand, the gerbil turned back into a teacup. In all honesty, the date hadn't gone as well as she had hoped. Maybe it was Sebastian's interruption complicating her already confusing feelings, or maybe she was really not compatible with the 7th year. She had been so sure Sebastian was about to confess his feelings towards her. Everyone had told her that the other Slytherin boy harbored a crush on her.

They were wrong. She was wrong. It was clear that Sebastian didn't think of her as anything more than a friend.

The better she came to terms with it, the better.

Sebastian shifted nervously at her lack of response. She didn't understand. Sebastian needed to know. He needed to know if all of his chances with her were completely dashed. Using his signature Sebastian Sallow charm, he angled his body towards her, fluffing his hair a bit, sitting exactly right.

"I assume it didn't go all too well?" Sebastian pouted dramatically, "It's a shame. I rather liked him. Seemed like a right chap." He stretched his arms over his head languidly, knowing full well that the muscles in his arms would shift ever so slightly against his tight school outfit. "Don't worry your head about it. Plenty of blokes in the sea."

Finally, she slammed her fist on the desk in anger, her first real reaction during this whole conversation. There was an ugly twist to her mouth as she glared at Sebastian with utter contempt.

"Actually, Sallow, the date went fantastic!" She hissed through gritted teeth. "It was just grand, thankyouverymuch. In fact, Ben and I are going to go off an elope to London right after his graduation, and our wedding will be attended by a herd of magical unicorns, and we'll skip into the sunset."

Abruptly, she stood up from her seat, her chair screeching backwards noisily. "I have to talk to Natty about something."

With a swish of her hair, she turned away, stomping rather dramatically towards Natty's desk, no doubt trying to find herself a new Transfiguration partner.

Sebastian was again left alone at their desk, with only her hairy gerbil sized teacup for company.

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Dismissed from Transfiguration class, Sebastian shouldered past the rest of his classmates. "Natty!" The Gryffindor alone. It was the perfect time for Sebastian to do snooping. "Natsai!"

"Sebastian!" Natty turned around. "How was your weekend?"

"Good," Sebastian rushed, sparing the details. The rest of the students walked around them, no doubt annoyed that they were blocking their path. "And yours?"

"Great! I got to spend some time with friends by the Black Lake-"

"-Oh? Was the new Crossed Wand Champion there?" Sebastian feigned ignorance, as if he wasn't stalking her the whole weekend.

Natty's eyes twinkled with mirth. They were too knowing. Still, she was kind enough to not point out how desperate he appeared. "Oh, no, actually I believe she was on a date."

"Oh? A date? That's fantastic." Sebastian's smile was far too wide and far too fake. "And how did it go… the date?" Sebastian asked in a light airy tone, as if he wasn't dying to know every single detail.

Natty mimicked zipping her lips. "My lips are solemnly sealed under the oath I have taken upon joining Girl Talk."

Sebastian's brows knitted in confusion. "Girl Talk?"

She beamed; her teeth dazzling. "Our weekly afternoon tea sessions with Imelda, Poppy, your crush, and myself."

"I don't have a crush on her." Sebastian mumbled darkly underneath his breath.

Natty ignored his comments. "My friend, I am sorry, but I cannot share anything with you. If you really want to know, perhaps you should ask her yourself."

He huffed. Well, he just tried that, and for some reason, it didn't go as well as he expected. Sebastian's eyes widened innocently. "Really, not even for me, your old dueling partner?"

Natty was impervious. She shook her head resolutely. "I am afraid not. It is just as grave as an unbreakable vow. Breathe a word from girl talk, and I am effectively banished from Hogwarts for Life."

He rolled his eyes. Getting Natty to ever change her mind was like getting Headmaster Black to suddenly become tolerant of Muggles: impossible.

"Sebastian, I sense the feeling that my weekend is not at the forefront of your mind," The corner of Natty's lips ticked upwards, "What is it that is troubling you?"

Sebastian sighed. Natty was perceptive as ever. Always able to pinpoint what was truly bothering people. "Nothing. Our vertically challenged friend is just avoiding me is all. She hasn't even invited me on her outings outside Hogwarts in weeks." He crossed his arms. "I should be so lucky it's mostly you and Poppy that she goes on her adventures with. I wouldn't know what I would do if she chose some troll-headed boy like Benjamin Cushings to tag along with her misadventures."

Natty frowned, confused. "Why does it matter? Girl or Boy? The possibility of her developing feelings for either Poppy or myself is still present, yes?"

Warning bells rang in Sebastian's head. Her first date with Ben What's-his-face now entirely forgotten. "Wait, what are you saying? Does she like…"

Natty giggled, mischief in her eye. "Whether or not 'your crush' likes girls, boys, or both, is not for me to answer. That is something you must ask her yourself. But…." she sang in a teasing voice. "I have noticed how quickly her eyes look at my backside when she thinks no one is watching her."

The ground was spinning. Sebastian fought to steady himself. Now, no one was safe. Not only did he have to worry about the male students that she interacted with, but the female students as well. It instantly doubled the number of people he now had to keep his eyes on. Natty, Poppy, Imelda, Anne.

…Anne….

Oh Merlin, Anne. He's left her alone with Anne many times. How naïve he's been thinking his lonely sister could use some female company, a new friend in the lonely cottage in Feldcroft. How positively elated he'd been when his new best friend and sister became thick as thieves. Sebastian's heart would skip a beat whenever the hero of Hogwarts would go out of her way to stop by Feldcroft and drop off freshly made scones.

Oh Merlin the scones…what if…there were never any scones…what they've been secretly snogging this whole time?

After all, she's never made him scones before.

"If I could offer some advice, my old Cross Wands partner," Natty interrupted his thoughts. "My father has always told me sharing my feelings is better than holding them in. Perhaps, if you told our friend your concerns, you'll find them much more manageable than you anticipate."

Sebastian wrinkled his nose. Tell his crush friend how he felt? No thanks. He'd rather be trapped in the Scriptorium. Biding Natty a very hasty goodbye, Sebastian sprinted to the hero of Hogwarts's favorite hiding spot in the Transfiguration courtyard.

Curled in the shade of the biggest tree in the courtyard, she had books spread around her, jotting down notes on parchment. Without so much as a hello, Sebastian grabbed her by the arm (strangely she did not protest at this), dragging her to a secluded corner of the courtyard by her sleeve. He waited until the coast was clear.

"Sebastian! What is all the fuse about? I have a 14 inch paper due for Professor Binns!"

He looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was listening to their conversation. He turned back to hiss quietly. "Are you interested in girls?"

She scrunched her nose in confusion, essay forgotten. "Come again?"

Sebastian paced back and forth, rubbing the back of his neck. Every fiber in his body wanted to wrap her closer, shake an answer out of her. "Some people, rumors really, around the school say that you prefer girls as well as guys."

He did not get the reaction he wanted. She folded her arms, leaning away from him. "And, since when did you care for school gossip?" She asked coldly. "Why does it matter to you if I like girls or if I like guys?"

He felt like pulling his hair. What did it matter? It was only the most important question in all of Hogwarts! What if she wasn't interested in boys at all? What if her date with Whats-his-name was just a cover? Oh Merlin, was Sebastian doomed from the very start?

"Of course it matters! I need to know!" Her disgusted expression made him backtrack. "As your friend of course. I'm not…I'm not…a hateful git or anything." She scoffed, walking away. "Oh don't be like that. You know I'm not against the idea of two woman or two men being together. Merlin, Sirona is one of the best people I know…and….and Professor Garlick! I'm pretty sure she fancies a lady! Not sure who..but…you know she looks the type!"

His friend stopped walking away from him. Her body was stiff. Her voice was low and dangerous. "She looks the type?"

Sebastian could sense he was about to walk into a trap he didn't know he sprung. "Well, I mean the general…aura. But it doesn't matter! Point is, I will always be your friend. Regardless of who-I mean, what type of person you like!"

Her eyes narrowed, Sebastian was getting on her last fucking nerve. First the date, then the incessant nagging during Transfiguration, now this. What had gotten in Sebastian recently?

Spinning around, she marched back to Sebastian. She was going to give him a piece of her mind. Before she could spew her angry tirade, the words were caught in her throat.

Rubbing the back of his neck nervously, Sebastian had a soft expression on his face. He was shuffling his feet nervously in the courtyard. His hair had fallen from its normally perfect coif, tumbling over his brow. No doubt, he had been grabbing at its roots, in frustration. He gazed at her through its strands with wide bright eyes.

And just as suddenly as it came, her anger deflated. This was Sebastian, her closest friend in Hogwarts. No matter what awful thing he did, she could never be too angry at him. "You wouldn't reveal this secret of mine to everyone in Hogwarts?"

"Never." Sebastian answered automatically. "Every secret you tell me, I guard with my life. I would never betray you like that. And, no matter who you like, you'll always be one of my closest friends. That I can promise." He was alarmed at his own sincerity. Sebastian would never stop caring for her, even if she didn't reciprocate his feelings, though…he'd much rather prefer if she did feel the same way.

Her shoulders relaxed. "Even if I was only attracted to nasally annoying gits named Leander Prewitt?"

"Prewitt??? Blasted Prewitt??" he sputtered at her laughter. "Now, hold on a minute. Your preferences don't mean you have to lack taste! Like any gender you want, but Leander Prewitt? Leander? What? Too many troll attacks knock your head a bit lose? Prewitt?"

She tried to stifle her laughter behind her robe sleeves. She looked more relax, all the tension disappearing from her shoulders. She knew Sebastian was an stand up gentleman deep down, but she couldn't help but be a bit nervous talking about a subject as sensitive as this. She could never knew how people would react in this day and age. She wouldn't want to lose her best friend. "Alright, alright, Sebastian. Don't bully the poor boy. I get it. You're not an ignorant prude."

"Only when it comes to Prewitt." Sebastian muttered underneath his breath.

Her expression softened, overwhelmingly relieved that Sebastian was an ally (abetted an awkward one at that). She pulled Sebastian into an unexpected hug, tucking her face into the crook of his neck. Her hands gripped on his robes hard. It was silly that she was so worried talking to Sebastian about something like this. It was Sebastian, the boy who always stood by her side. She should have known from the very first moment Sebastian took the fall for their adventure in the restricted section that he would do anything for her.

Sebastian was thrown off, instantly overwhelmed. He didn't know what prompted the hug, but the Slytherin wasn't going to ever let opportunities like this pass over him. Quickly seizing his moment, he wrapped his arms around her, holding onto her tightly. He never wanted to let her go. He basked in her scent, surrounded by the intoxicating scent of her flowery perfume. Honeysuckle, lavender, and her favorite apple tarts from the kitchen. Soft strands of her hair tickled his cheek. Her arms were so sure and comforting around him.

Merlin, this feeling was dangerous. In her arms, everything felt so right. The world was at peace and every insurmountable problem in Sebastian's life had entirely slipped his mind. He couldn't pinpoint exactly what he was feeling, but whatever it was, it was far more dangerous than any dark arts that he had ever dabbled in. Before he could take it in any more, the hug was over. Just as quickly it started, it was gone.

He missed her warmth.

The transfer stood in front of him, awkwardly fidgety as if she was surprised by her own reactions. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Um, good talk Sebastian. I…I have to go finish my History of Magic Essay before Binns gives me detention. Um, see you at dinner!" With that rushed goodbye, she scurried out of the corridor.

Sebastian stood there lamely still trying to memorize the scent of her shampoo. His heart was pounding as though he just fought off a troll and won. He folded his arms. "She never did answer my question, did she?"

Part 3

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A/N: MC is bisexual af. Sebastian's just too stupid to read between the lines.

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