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sebastian-thorne · 4 years

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About Sebastian Thorne.

I’m a hammer from hell, honey, can’t you tell? I’m the wild one, yeah, I’m the wild one.

basic information

Full name: Sebastian Thorne Nickname(s) or Alias: He likes to be called Seb or ‘Bas, he’s a fan of nicknames. Gender: Cis male Species: Muggleborn Wizard Age: Twenty Five Birthday: March 27th Zodiac Sign: Aries sun, Aquarius Moon, Capricorn Rising Sexuality: Bisexual Nationality: British Religion: Agnostic City or town of birth: Bristol, England Currently lives: London, England Languages spoken: English Native language: English Relationship Status: Single

physical appearance

Height: 6′2 Hair color: Brown Hairstyle: He usually doesn’t do anything to his hair and will often just mess it up with his hands before he goes somewhere. He keeps it usually on the longer side but will often go to get it trimmed so it doesn’t get too shaggy. Facial Hairstyle: He can get pretty scruffy on his cheeks and upper lip but he won’t keep it for more than two days then it’ll get shaved off. Eye color: Blue-Green Tattoos: A red dragon on the side of his neck, closer to his collarbone Piercings: N/A Scars/distinguishing marks: He has a few scars on his forearms and biceps from Auror raids and his failed short-lived quidditch career. Preferred style of clothing: Sebastian is a very casual dresser and usually wears loose t-shirts, jeans, and flannel shirts. Frequently worn jewelry/accessories: None

health

Smoker?: N/A Drinker?: Yes, he’ll have a beer or a glass of wine with dinner every now and then. He doesn’t really go out of his way to get drunk unless he’s had a particularly stressful day. Recreational Drug User? Which?: Not frequently, he’s not against smoking weed every now and then. But wouldn’t go out of his way to do it. Addictions: Caffeine, he needs it to function like a normal human being. Allergies: N/A Neurological conditions: N/A Sleeping habits: Sebastian goes to bed oddly late and wakes up early, he loves getting an early start on the day. He sees sleep as a waste of time, so, he’ll usually just stay up until his eyes physically can’t stay open anymore. Eating habits: He does love to eat and really doesn’t care if it’s unhealthy or not since he says he’ll just work it off anyways. Sebastian is also a big snacker and he always keeps snacks at his desk at work. Exercise habits: Sebastian really enjoys working out especially since he usually has some pent up energy that he needs to get out. He usually works out at least five days a week even if it’s just jogging. Emotional stability: He is definitely low on the ranking for emotional stability, he is a very passionate man and often lets that get to him. He never, ever makes a decision based on logic it’s almost always emotion based. Sociability: He is quite the outgoing guy and really loves talking to new people but he also enjoys having his alone time more often than not. Body Temperature: Very warm

personality

Label: The Miscreant Positive traits: Focused, hardworking, passionate, independent Negative traits: Impatient, hard headed, argumentative, vindictive Character Alignment: Chaotic Good (A chaotic good character acts as his conscience directs him with little regard for what others expect of him. He makes his own way, but he's kind and benevolent. He believes in goodness and right but has little use for laws and regulations. He hates it when people try to intimidate others and tell them what to do. He follows his own moral compass, which, although good, may not agree with that of society.) Goals/Desires: To change the way the wizarding world treats/views muggles. Likes: Going to quidditch games, a raid going successfully, having a drink with his buddies, taking his dog for walks, and usually people that end up being bad for him Dislikes: Blood purists, not being listened to, seeing any kind of injustice, not being able to help people Fears/phobias: Sebastian hates enclosed spaces the thought of it makes his skin crawl. His real fear is that he’ll never be able to see his parents or muggle family again with the way the rules against muggles are going in this current age. Favorite color: Maroon Hobbies: Exercising, singing (poorly), hiking Habits: Sebastian has a really annoying habit of humming and he does it very, very loudly. He usually doesn’t notice that he’s doing it until someone tells him to knock it off. He also makes notes for everything, his desk is crawling in post-it notes. Taste in Music: His favorite is 60′s-70′s rock and also some country music but only if it’s Orville Peck.

skills

Talents/skills: Sebastian has very few skills or talents but one of them is that he’s able to hold his own in a fight, especially one that doesn’t involve magic. He’s also a pretty decent dueler and a quick thinker. Ability to drive a car? Operate any other vehicles?: Yes, his parents were adamant about teaching him when he would come home from Hogwarts during breaks. He has his own car and loves to drive it around, especially when he has Dude in the passenger seat.

eating habits

Omnivore/Carnivore/Herbivore (Vegetarian): Omnivore Favourite food(s): Anything cheesy and unhealthy but cheese fries are his favorite. Favourite drink(s): Redbull, redbull vodkas, and coffee Disliked food(s): He’s not very picky but he’s not fond of sushi, the raw fish freaks him out Disliked drink(s): Green tea and most kind of tea in general

house and home

Describe the character’s house/home:

Sebastian lives in an apartment in London, a regular run of the mill one that has muggle residents. He doesn’t mind at all and usually makes small talk with them if he sees them in the elevator.

He has a two bedroom apartment, he says one room is for Dude but it’s supposed to be his “office” although it doesn’t get much use as that. His apartment is a little snug but the perfect amount of space for him and his companion. It feels very homey and he always some kind of spicy candle burning.

He loves his home and spends a lot of his free time there, it’s just his time to unwind. His kitchen and living room are connected which is extremely helpful so he doesn’t leave anything burning while he’s watching his shows.

Do they share their home with anyone? Who?: Only his pup. Significant/special belongings: His only special belonging is a framed picture of him and his folks right after he graduated Hogwarts.

career

Level of education: Hogwarts level education. Qualifications: Wizarding diploma, and Auror diploma. Current job title and description: Auror: trained to investigate crimes related to the Dark Arts, and to apprehend or detain dark wizards and witches. Name of employer: Ministry of Magic.

combat

Peaceful or aggressive attitude?: He is definitely very aggressive with his words and his actions. As soon as he feels like he’s being threatened he bristles up and is quick to get on the angry track. Sometimes he can be talked down but if he’s really ticked off, it’s hard to get him back to a calm state. Fighting skills/techniques: He’s a relatively skilled dueler but he definitely prefers an old-fashioned fist fight. Special skills/magical powers/etc: He can do some basic healing spells but that’s only if he or his comrades need it. Weapon of choice (if any): His wand and fists. Weaknesses in combat: Getting him in any kind of situation where he won’t be able to strike back with brute force. His dueling is doable but it’s not the best, he could be overpowered. Strengths in combat: He has a very high stamina and could go in a fight for quite a while, he’s also relatively quick on his feet.

family, friends and foes

Parents names: Patrick and Lydia Thorne Are parents alive or dead? Both are alive. Is the character still in contact with their parents? Sebastian used to be able to visit home as much as he wanted. He’d go home for holidays, birthdays, and when he just missed seeing his parents. But now because of the muggle laws, it’s definitely been harder for him to be able to get away to get in a visit. He still tries to keep in contact with them as much as he can. Siblings? Relationship with siblings?: N/A Other Important Relatives: N/A Partner/Spouse: N/A Exes: Children: None Best Friend: Hunter Finch-Fletchley Other Important Friends: Roxy Weasley, Alastor Lestrange, Molly Weasley Acquaintances: Pets: A golden retriever named Dude Enemies? Why are they enemies?: Blood Purists and Death Eaters, he thinks their logic is idiotic and backwards. The fact that people still believe in that proves that things in the wizarding world need to change.

backstory

Describe their childhood (newborn - age 10): Sebastian had a very loving and normal childhood, something he wouldn’t change for the world. His parents spent almost every second that they could with him when they weren’t working. He’s their only child but he wasn’t spoiled by any means since they were just reaching middle class at the time. Not that, that was something Sebastian ever had any kind of thoughts about. He played with all of the neighborhood kids and was always coming home with a bruised knee, bloody elbow, but a huge smile on his face and something new to tell his parents.

Describe their teenage years (11 - 19): When Sebastian Thorne found out he was a wizard he just felt as if everything had fallen into place. Not to say he wasn’t absolutely terrified by the idea at first, as far as he knew nobody in his family could do magic and he had no idea how his parents would react to the news that their only son was apparently a wizard. Luckily for Sebastian, his parents were absolutely thrilled. They told him over and over again that they always knew there was something special about him and that he was destined to do amazing things. Which did scare him just a little bit since that was quite a lot to tell an eleven year old but it also did really inspire Sebastian to try his hardest when he was at Hogwarts.

While he was in school, Sebastian definitely got along well with a lot of the other students. He wasn’t Mr. Popular but he did have a solid group of friends there especially within the Gryffindor house. However, Sebastian wasn’t quite as popular with his professors since he wasn’t one to shy away from a fight or any kind of altercation. He was definitely one for defending any of his friends that were a little too shy to do it themselves. Even if it meant landing himself in detention with a black eye or a split lip. His parents told him time and time again that he could still support his friends without getting in fights to defend their honor but that never really seemed to stick in his brain.

But as Sebastian got older especially when he began his fifth year, he knew he had to change something. He knew he had to find some kind of career once he got out of Hogwarts and getting into fights and detention wouldn’t exactly help with that. When he was younger he was hoping he’d end up being a gifted flyer so he’d be able to play on a professional quidditch team. But as it turned out, Sebastian hated flying and was also awful at it. Which was when he discovered being an auror, he knew it’d requite a lot of work and focus but he was determined.

Describe their adult years (20+): Sebastian soon after was able to call himself an auror and he was over the moon about it. His parents were excited for him too, of course, although they weren’t particularly sure what his job meant. They tried to though and that was enough for him. Once Sebastian began his job it was definitely way different than he thought it was going to be, more paperwork and it was extremely dangerous. The first few raids didn’t exactly go according to plan but Sebastian couldn’t deny he loved the rush he got when they actually caught somebody. It was exhilarating and they were doing something good, a two for one.

But the longer that Sebastian was in his position the quicker he realized how corrupt the wizarding world really was. There were blood purists and Death Eaters working right under their noses, who looked so smug when the muggle bans were passed that Sebastian thought he was going to lose his job that day. He knew he needed to do something but what was there for him to do? That was around the time that Sebastian found the Crimson Allies, a group he really connected to on a deep level. He knew that joining them was the right decision and was the way to get the wizarding world to change.

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iwillsearchtheuniverse4u · 5 years

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Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You

This is my first ever smut, so go easy on me, please.

Warnings: explicit language, oral s!x (female recieving), generally very smutty so don't read if you're not into it.

Summary: You interview an up and coming rock band Palaye Royale and your blood red shirt catches Sebastian's eyes as it is just revealing enough.

You walked up to the only mirror in your little apartment that you shared with your best friend Janette. It was the vintage leaning floor mirror you see in old movies, with the cheap golden coat of paint half scraped off. You were trying to style the perfectly monotone outfit for a very important interview you had today. Last Friday you had been given only a few info on the group you'd be interviewing for your local television programme on up and coming rockstars and you did enough research on them to know they were a very attractive group of brothers.You were trying on the blood red fitted shirt with quite a good amount of cleavage on show when Janette suddenly barged in dressed in pyjama shorts and a bra. It was Saturday so you weren't surprised, she usually laid in bed on weekends and had a Vampire Diaries marathon or did some hot yoga if she was up for it. You guessed it was the latter today. »Gurlll, that shirt looks absolutely gorgeous on you,« she gasped with a huge smile on her face. »Yes, if I am ready to start a brothel with Palaye Royale as my main guests,« you answered as you started to undress. She grabbed your hands while they were half way above your head and said: »No, I am being serious, it suits you and besides, it's not like you're there to show yourself off. As you became a journalist, you placed a heavy burden on your shoulders to present your television network in the best possible light and you, my friend, are shining brighter than the goddamn sun in this shirt. Just put those tight black skinny jeans on and you'll fit right in with the band.« She had her way with words, you had to admit. You decided to follow her advice. When you walked into the studio everything was already laid out: a huge beige sofa facing an armchair the same exact colour. You sat on your spot and ran through your notes on the band again. Suddenly you heard the doors of the studio open with a sudden bang like somebody was ready to take them off its hinges. You looked up and saw three grown men jostling eachother and laughing like they walked in their own home. You frowned at their interaction but you weren't ready to interrupt them. »You're actually expecting me to believe that you weren't the one to break my favorite glass that I was deliberately hiding from you?« That was Remington, you could recognize that voice anywhere after listening to both of their albums for a week now. »You can't really say that the fridge was a very good hiding place to be fair,« said the guitarist, Sebastian. He looked like the maturer version of the other two brothers and you were somehow drawn to him despite his strange taste in hairstyles. Your eyes glued to him and he must have noticed because his gaze met yours in a matter of seconds. He smiled shyly and calmed the other two down. You quickly adjusted your shirt, as in you pulled the cleavage part as far up as possible because you felt extremely exposed, and showed them to the sofa. Your notes suddenly slipped off of your knees and you started to apologize vigorously. They were scattered all over the floor and you felt a sudden wave of heat run to your cheeks as you lowered to the ground to get them. »Jeez, Seb, you should seriously watch where you're looking and like help her instead, maybe?« Said Emerson as he picked up two of the sheets closer to where the eldest was sitting. You looked up, unable to comprehend what he was implying. Sebastian had his eyes on the one thing you were trying to hide so hard. Well, two things to be exact. He looked away and crossed his long legs, a secretive grin forming all over his face. You cheeks felt even hotter and you couldn't help but look back to the ground. It wasn't in your nature to flirt mindlessly like Janette would all the time. As the cameras turned on, you started asking your questions. Compared to how flustered you had been just moments before, you were completely relaxed when the cameras were filming. Remington was the one to give the most answers while Emerson only spoke when he had everything thought out completely. His words were that of a poet. But you were surprised that Sebastian was keeping quiet so you tried to address him directly a couple of times before giving up since his answers were mostly short and moody. As the interview was over you thanked them and proceeded to shake each of the brother's hand. Emerson and Remington both enthusiastically thanked you for the fun they'd presumably had but when you held Sebastian's hand you suddenly felt a strong grip so you couldn't really do a proper shake. You looked up from your hands to meet his piercing eyes. The curve of his lips was almost as straight as his eyebrows, his expression careful to reveal as little as possible. The other two chuckled like they were the only ones to know what was going on and Emerson whispered: »Well, I guess you're screwed.« They quickly joined the filming team headed to the nearby bar. »You shouldn't have worn red, you made our bull here pretty damn excited,« shouted Remington over his shoulder. You were left entirely alone in the huge basement-like studio with no windows to cry for help through. You tried to gently remove your hand from his grip as it was getting quite uncomfortable but as you did that he only pulled you closer to him. He raised his eyebrows and that grin from earlier formed all over his face again. »He was right, you know? I don't really like my interviewers wearing that particular shade of red. It's something about it that makes me feel a certain way.« He looked down to your cleavage again and one of his eyebrows twitched just so much that you noticed. Your cheeks flushed furiously but you caught yourself feel something tingling inside the lower part of your belly as he put his free hand on the curve of your back. You were so close together that you could feel his breath on your lips. You automatically bit your lips as his gaze found them. They weren't used to getting this much attention from anyone just like you weren't. He suddenly pulled you into a passionate kiss that led his hands to move further down until he grabbed your ass with all his might and almost growled while he did so. You almost lost your breath as the tingling sensation transformed into a heated need in between your thighs. You never really felt this way before and the kiss only continued to get more and more sloppy and hot. As he finally let you breathe his lips explored your neck. He bit the part right above your collar bone and you were sure that would leave a mark but it produced so much pleasure that the thought just faded away. You weren't ready to let your body take over completely just yet so you held his chin up and said: »Listen, I really don't want to be just one of those women you fuck while on tour.« He frowned while one of his hands proceeded to play with the collar of your shirt that wasn't that far away from your nipples. »To tell you the truth, I've been on tour for about a month now and I haven't seen a woman wearing that particular shade of red before.« Your voice started to shake as his hands cupped your breasts as you told him: »No, I seriously mean it. I haven't really done this before.« That last part was almost whispered because of how shy you were about it. He just laughed as his kisses playfully landed in the valley between both breasts. Your hands automatically gripped his hair as you were feeling dizzier and dizzier from the shortness of breath. »You mean, you haven't slept with a rockstar before? Hahaha, I'll be flattered,« he managed to get out in between kisses that were now resuming to go lower and lower until he was just under your still clothed belly button. »No, wait, stop!« You exclaimed as you tugged on his hair. »You don't understand. I haven't really....well, I'm still...« He got completely serious and stood up from under your belly button. »You mean to tell me you haven't fucked at all? Ever? With those two hidden right under that beautiful face of yours?« He pointed at your chest that was now even more on display as before. You looked at the ground and shook your head. »Well, that is something I would feel very privileged to do. If you'll let me, of course,« he said. It was like he transformed into a whole other person he had been just a second before. His smile was warm and kind and there was nothing but pure happiness in his eyes. You got closer to him and put a gentle kiss on his lips. He held you in a tight hug and now proceeded to tug on your shirt. He waited for you to lift your arms and slowly removed your shirt. »I think I liked the previous pace better, you know?« You whispered into his ear. He laughed. »Well, shit. This is the first time I'm taking someone's virginity. I don't k...« You cut him of with a kiss that included quite a bit more tongue than the previous one. He gladly returned the favor. His tongue clearly knew his way around yours as your thirst for him became even more unbearable. You stopped to tug on the collar of his black shirt, leading him to your office. By the time you got there his pants had quite a noticable bulge and his breathing was getting heavier as he was observing the lace of your bra cut into your skin just above your tense nipple. As you entered the office he grabbed your waist and slammed you on the floor because your table was covered in papers, a computer, a table light and it just didn't seem all that comfortable. His kisses were becoming more and more passionate and scattered across your body like it was his own little playground. You unzipped your pants and pointed at his shirt, implying that he should also take it off. As you were trying really hard to get out of your skinny jeans, you observed the way he hastily pulled up his shirt, exposing his masculine body and you swore in your mind because Janette made you wear this pair of jeans. When you finally managed to take them off, he sat on his knees taking in every inch of you, the bulge in between his legs getting harder and bigger. You smiled playfully with one eyebrows raised and pulled your legs from under him only to tease him while opening them wide. The black and pink lacy panties were the sexiest pair you owned and you just tried to point that out to him. »Are you really sure you haven't done this before?« He asked as you giggled. He lowered his head to your panties and bit on the lace to try and pull them off. There was a fire burning inside your lower abdomen and you weren't keen on doing this slowly so you helped him slide them off. He licked your burning hot clit only to tease you and started to move his tongue up to your belly and to the matching lacy black-pink bra. He moved his head up to face you from in between your breasts and proceeded to unhook your bra. His tongue made his way around your nipples and you arched your back in pleasure. »Now, I really want to taste you good, baby,« he whispered as he lowered his face back to your thighs, making a path of kisses up to your hot spot. He licked your folds and started to move his tongue graciously around your clit, inserting first one and then another finger inside you. You didn't know you were able to experience so much pleasure at once. You held his head and tugged on his hair while breathing heavily. »Sebastian, Sebastian....Please, just fill me up,« He stopped at once right before you were about to come, your back arching like never before. He pulled out his fingers and you heard the sound of him licking them. He got himself adjusted above you, looking straight into your eyes and he unzipped his pants. You could suddenly feel his member barely touching your entrance and you couldn't help but whine. You wanted him inside like you had never wanted anything before. »I love the way you say my name, darling. I am going to make you scream it now,« he whispered into your ear. He aligned his cock with your opening and slid it inside without a warning. You clenched your fists on his back and sighed in awe of the pain. He let you adjust for a couple of moments and started with a steady pace. You couldn't keep quiet so you moaned louder and louder. »Say my name,« he demanded. You started with a long moan: »Sebaaastiaaaann...« And he seemed to really enjoy it so you continued. As you were reaching your high you started to get louder and louder, screaming out his name as you came. You felt everything you could ever feel at once flush over your body like it was magic. »SEBASTIAN!« You exclaimed as your walls clenched around his cock, making him produce a loud groan of satisfaction. His moves started to get sloppy and he started trembling as he released into you. You both started panting heavily as he slowly pulled out and laid down beside you, exhausted from all the fun you'd just had. Both of you looking at the ceiling, his hand slowly found yours and gently held it as he moved his head to face you. He was dead serious with his eyes staring directly into yours as he said: »That was fucking beautiful.« You smiled at him before trying to get up but his hand pulled you back into his embrace and he laid just one more soft kiss on your lips. Then you both got up from the floor and started dressing up. While you tried to hook your bra back up he teasingly unhooked it again. When you tried tried to scold him, turning towards him, he looked at the ceiling, pretending to be innocent. Suddenly, he got closer to you and passionately kissed you again, groping your boobs violently. As he stopped he bit your lower lip and pulled it. This time, you stepped behind your table so he couldn't reach you and finally you were able to hook up the bra. When you were both dressed up you left the studio and walked to their tour bus. Emerson, Remington and their crew waited in front of it, talking and laughing. Walking up to them they all went really quiet, almost too quiet as Remington started giggling and the others couldn't keep a serious face. Sebastian grabbed your hand and said: »I think we found ourselves a new roomie on the bus.« Your eyes widened and you let out a small gasp. »Yeah, we could all hear that,« Remington said and made the others laugh uncontrollably. »We don't have enough room, though. I guess you'll just have to join him in his bed,« Emerson added after a couple of minutes when the laughter finally stopped.

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harusha · 5 years

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I want to complete my trifecta of recommendations so these are the mods I recommend for Dragon Age II.

General Mods

Chargen Revamp- Adds more options to the character creator for Hawke and changes their family’s appearance accordingly.

Pineappletree’s Vibrant Colors for DAII- Adds more colors and skin tones to the character creator.

WyldTats and Skin- More tattoo options for DAII.

Dragon Knight Armor Pack- Three different unique armor sets (mage, rogue, and warrior) that still get set bonuses with each other and each carry unique effects.

More Hairstyles for DAII Part 1 and Part 2- More hairstyles.

Sebastian ASAP + Bi Seb - Has two different files. You can get Sebastian earlier and/or romance him as male Hawke depending on what you want (there’s 2 different versions). I included both since they’re on the same page.

DA2 Epilogue Restoration and Fixes- Does exactly what it says; it fixes the epilogue slides.

Kidnappapalooza - Best Served Cold Redux - Changes up the kidnap priority order for that one quest so it makes more sense.

Bidelle’s Cosmetics 2- More complexion options + ups the vibrancy on a lot of the characters’ colors.

Better Combat - DA2 - changes up the combat so more specializations aren’t useless. Granted, Blood Mage still kinda sucks, but I was running a Spirit Healer/Blood Mage Hawke for RP purposes so... not exactly super optimal.

Import Vault Fixes + Zevran Romance Dialogue Bug Fix- Fixes the bugs that comes from importing a file from DAO. Notably, it also fixes the bug where Zevran cheats on you w/ Isabella/Hawke if you romanced him in DAO.

Pure Elven Tallis- Redoes Tallis’s look so she looks like a Dragon Age elf rather than a very off-model Felicia Day with elf ears.

DA2 Zevran Fix- Makes Zevran’s DA2 model less horrifying and more similar to his DAO looks, but still in-line with the elves’ redesign.

Anders’s Awakening Earring- Tbh, this is a personal preference thing, but this basically gives Anders his earring back.

No Restrictions DA2- Removes armor and weapon restrictions for Hawke.

A Gibbed Dragon Age Save Generator for Dragon Age 2 - Not a mod. A generator for DAO saves if you just want to play DA2 but not use the default world states.

LOTC s Hair Tints for DA2- More Hair Colors

Backpack Mod - Inventory Increase - Does exactly what it says. Increases inventory space.

#long post #I'll shut up about the series after this #I just wanna be 3/3 #a lot of its cosmetics #b/c tbh that's like... an integral part of these games

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himbohargreeves · 6 years

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mlmsamwilson replied to your post “At this point I feel like it’s important to note that butch Bucky...”

she probably has his current hairstyle too

Seb has my stevieverse tag tracked and he’s trying to bring my fantasy to life

#mlmsamwilson #a true lesbian ally

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rosyredlipstick · 7 years

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lovesick (1\1)

AKA the conchell sick fic i’ve been dying to write

The sun is shining, the breeze is nice, and Mitchell has not murdered his younger brother yet.

These were all pleasant facts, especially for said brother in question.

Sebastian had insisted on after-school burgers after their hellish pre-finals week. Despite the fact Sebastian hadn’t attended a full school day in weeks, he seemed very insistent on the fact of his mental exhaustion due to the upcoming exams, and Mitchell hadn’t had nearly enough fight in him to disagree with the statement. Like a student who actually had been attending his classes regularly, he was dead in every way but literally.

So, there they were - some nameless side of the road drive through that advertised the cheapest burgers on this side of Cali.

“What are you doing tonight?” Sebastian took a messy bite of his burger, smearing mustard all along the side of his cheek and Mitchell physically had to resist the urge to reach out and wipe it off, tucking his hands underneath his legs instead.

“Bi-weekly Skype date with Connor.” Mitchell grinned, excited. He passed over a napkin, hoping Seb would actually get the hint. He didn’t, of course, and instead threw the crumpled napkin in the backseat.

Mitchell didn’t bother to conceal his sigh, instead only going back to his own burger.

“You guys are an old married couple, it’s disgusting.” Sebastian licked a trail of grease off his wrist.

Mitchell rolled his eyes. “Just because we’ve been dating longer than you’ve ever kept a hairstyle doesn’t mean we’re boring.” Mitchell blew a huff of air into his bangs, “Nothing is ever boring with that boy.”

Sebastian hummed, flicking through his latest dating app, apparently done with the conversation.

Mitchell finished his food, singing along softly to the age-old song playing on the radio, grateful that Mitchell was the one actually doing the driving this afternoon. Their odds of reckless driving went up significantly every time Sebastian got behind the wheel, and Mitchell never enjoyed it.

He drove them home, Sebastian poking at him every few minutes to just hurry up Mitchell jeez as Mitchell safety, legally kept the speed limit.

He got them back alive - always counted as a win when Sebastian was annoying him into oblivion - and the other boy rushed to grab his things and get upstairs.

His phone was already dinging with notifications - probably Connor’s warning text that his skype invitation was about to go through - and Mitchell booted up his laptop quickly. Their skype dates - every Wednesday and Friday, occasionally Saturday - were Mitchell’s favorite hours of the week.

He finally managed to log onto his laptop, getting comfortable and settled at his desk chair, and grinned at the immediate notification that popped up. Connor icon - grinning and flipping off the camera, Travis’s cropped out grin barely visible in the small photo - greeted him. Mitchell ran a hand through his hair, mussing it up a bit like he knew Connor went crazy over, and accepted the call.

“Hey!” Mitchell grinned, shifting closer to the camera. It took a moment for the blocky connection to settle,

“Hey babe.” Connor’s voice filtered out through the speakers, the sound weak and tiny. The video was dim - too dim - and Mitchell leaned into the camera, peering at the screen with careful eyes.

Connor was in bed, that was obvious, his curls even more of a mess than usual. Usually, Connor walked and jumped around during their Skype dates, incapable of keeping still, usually hanging off the back of the couch or jumping around the living room. It was an amusing habit, one Mitchell usually laughed and teased about, and that only made it more stranger as Connor buried his face in his blanket.

Connor’s skin was pale, that was obvious even through the screen and dark lighting, and his eyes drooped weakly even as he spoke.

“How was school, Mitch?” Connor’s voice was rough as he spoke around a yawn, wiping at his eyes.

Mitchell narrowed his eyes, “...Are you in your pajamas? Did, did you not go to school?” Mitchell made a face of horror, “Are you sick?”

“The doctor said to rest.” Connor told him, his tone edging on dismissive. “It’s just pneumonia.”

“Just?” Mitchell’s voice was high and shrill.

“I’m fine.” Connor mumbled into the screen. “Just…tired.”

Mitchell bit his lip, staring at the other boy with hardly concealed concern. “You should get some sleep, sweetheart. I’ll talk to you later, okay? We can make up our Skype date later.”

The lack of protest was startling – usually Mitchell’s attempts to end their late night calls ended with several minutes of drawn out goodbyes and whines. But the other boy hardly blinked back at him before yawning goodnight and hanging up, leaving Mitchell alone and staring at his computer screen.

Mitchell stared at the empty homescreen for a long moment, just blinking at his reflection.

“Aright.” He said out loud, waiting another moment before shoving himself up. He pulled his duffel from under the bed, the essentials already packed. He knew to be prepared at this point.

“Sebastian! Come here!” He called over his shoulder, throwing his bag onto his bed. He waited a few moments, grabbing his phone and charger in the time, and shoved them both into the empty side pocket of the duffel.

“Sup broseph?” Sebastian asked, leaning on the doorway, barely looking up from the frantic tapping away at his phone.

Mitchell already had his duffel bag unzipped, looking through what he had already stuffed in his bag, and considering what else he needed. “Connor’s sick and I’m gonna go take care of him – I’ll be back Sunday night. Can you cover for me with Maria and Jacques?”

Sebastian looked up from his phone at that, blinking a few times. “Wait, what? You’re what?”

“I’m visiting Connor.” Mitchell repeated, a bit impatiently.

“In…New York?” Sebastian clarified.

Mitchell huffed out a breath. “Yes. In New York. Because he’s sick. Can you cover for me with your parents or not?”

“I mean, yeah.” He shrugged, “I’ll tell them you’re spending the weekend at Naomi’s. But are you sure going to New York is like, the best idea?”

“You’re not going to talk me out of it.” Mitchell told him, looking for his jeans. Under his bed – great, they were probably dirty. He packed them anyways.

Sebastian held up his hands. “Hey, as a child of Aphrodite it’s basically a sin for me to try and talk you out of making this insanely adorable declaration of your love, but it’s a 40 hour drive. So. Consider that.”

“Who said I was going to drive?” Mitchell asked, throwing other his duffel bag. He began digging through his drawer, clothes flying everywhere in the process.

Sebastian huffed, “Still! That’s an expensive plane ticket.”

“Not a plane either.” He finally found what he was looking for, holding up a thin purple vial to the light, “I helped Lou with Micah’s birthday present in exchange for this baby. I was going to save it for our six month, but this is important.”

Sebastian gave him a judgmental look and Mitchell sighed, taking a moment to turn and explain.

“Listen Seb, Travis is a good brother but I am fully convinced he simply threw a bottle of cough medicine in Connor’s general direction and skipped town or something. Anyways, it’s Friday. I’ll come back Sunday night.” Mitchell shook the bottle, “There should be enough for two trips. If not, I’ll book a plane ticket.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes, but began digging through his closet, hopefully to help him pack. “Fine, I’ll cover for you with the parents. But be careful not to sex him up so much when he’s sick, dear brother. I’ve been there, it’s not cute.”

“We’re not going to have sex!” Mitchell rolled his eyes, and paused. “Tonight. Probably.” Mitchell shrugged, “Not while he’s sick, at least.”

Sebastian gave him an incredibly dry look, reaching over and dumping a few condoms into his open duffel without breaking his gaze.

Seb zipped up the bag and shoved it in his chest. “Go before Maria gets home. Do you have his address?”

Mitchell nodded, peeling a post-it note off his wall and holding it up. “Right here. I’ll see you later, okay? I’ll Iris-message you tomorrow.”

Seb waved him off, pulling out his phone to probably call his thing of the week.

Mitchell held up the small vial to the light, studying the thick purple syrup. He trusted Lou, yeah, but…

Mitchell bit his lip, remembering the miserable flush on Connor’s cheeks, barely visible through the video chat. With this image in mind, he cracked the top and swallowed down a mouthful.

Mitchell spat the bitter taste out of his mouth, completely unprepared for how vile the potion tasted. Wasn’t magic supposed to be sweet?

He adjusted the back hanging over his shoulder, staring up at the building in front of him. The potion had dropped him in a nearby alley, close enough that the surroundings were familiar enough for Mitchell to find his way. He quickly stopped by a nearby bodega , filling up a few bags full of supplies, and set out towards his building.

Mitchell had been to the shared Stoll apartment only once before, and has been much less interested in the space as they had been…preoccupied.

Mitchell shook the idea out of his head, shifting the crackling plastic bags over to one hand. The door was locked, most definitely. It was the middle of the day, Travis most likely out. He sighed. There was really only one choice.

The door clicked open easily, Mitchell glancing around before slipping the pins back in his pocket. He liked to be prepared, okay? It was nice to always have what you needed.

The apartment was cleaner than he expected nice open windows that set the sun gloss over the dark hardwood floor. He couldn’t even image the rent on a place this nice in New York City.

Just like he predicted, the apartment was nearly empty, Travis nowhere in sight. He headed towards the room he was pretty sure was Connor’s and shifted the bags over to one hand as he swung the door open.

Connor was there, in bed, sprawled across his mattress. He was shirtless, a shiny sheen to his skin. He barely lifted his head as Mitchell walked in, instead pushing his face into a pile of pillows. Mitchell crouched down next to him, a worried frown crossing his face.

“How did you get in?” Connor asked, his flushed face still buried into his pillow.

“Picked the lock.” Mitchell used one hand to smooth the other boy’s curls back from his forehead, frowning.

“That’s the hottest thing you’ve ever said to me.” He declared, turning over on his back. He stared at Mitchell for a second, his eyes squinted and his voice drowsy. “What’s up?”

Mitchell held up the bags, smiling a bit. “I got you flu medicine, soup, and Gatorade.”

“Grape?” He asked hopefully, his eyes still closed and his face still buried in his pillow.

“Of course.” Mitchell answered easily, throwing down his duffel and grocery bags. “Here, drink some water before you fall back asleep. You’ll feel better, I promise.”

Connor did as told, draining the entire water bottle in one go before falling back into his pillows. “Night babe.”

Mitchell took the bottle from his loose fingers, “Night, darling.”

He took to cleaning up Connor’s room a bit, mostly just gathering up the loose crumbled tissues and taking out the trash. He threw in a load of laundry, knowing how much both boys detested the chore, and folded the pile on top of the dryer.

Cleaning always calmed him, soothed him in a way only complete order could. He wasn’t a neat freak or anything – he lived in a cabin with ten other teenagers – and his room back room was far from order – but it was always nice to work with his hands, and have something nice come out of it.

He moved onto the rest of the house next, wiping down the slightly sticky counters in the kitchen and throwing out some probably-sentient take-out.

Mitchell had just begun cleaning up the minimal mess in the living room – more tissues, a few plates left out – when he heard a few rough coughs from the direction of Connor’s room, and the bed creaking from obvious shifting.

He threw the dirty plates in the kitchen – a mental note in place to wash them later – and grabbed the grocery bags he came in with to check on the other boy.

“Hey, how ya feeling?” Mitchell asked, shifting through the bag to pull out the still-chilled Gatorade. He cracked the cap and held it out. But Connor, red-cheeked probably from his fever, only stared at him in bewilderment.

Connor blinked, sitting up and staring at him with wide eyes. He looked more surprised than Mitchell would have expected after speaking to him barely an hour ago.

“I…You’re here?”

Mitchell pressed the bottle into Connor’s hands, “Drink.” He ordered, sitting on the edge of the bed. “You’re not getting dehydrated on my watch.”

Connor was still blinking at him. “I…thought I was hallucinating. You’re, uh, you’re here. Wow, um. Hi.”

Mitchell smiled fondly at him, poking his arm. “Hey hun.”

Connor pushed himself up, his comforter falling to pool at his waist. “You’re actually here. We should – we should go do something. You’re here, we should have fun.”

Mitchell reached out, gently pushing the other boy back. Even from the soft touch of Mitchell’s fingertips, he could feel how hot and clammy the other boy’s skin was.

“Lay down.” Mitchell ordered softly. “I’ll be here all weekend. But first, you’re gonna have to focus on feeling better.”

“I feel fine.” Connor told him, despite his fluttering eyes and flushed skin. “Seriously, we shouldn’t waste this visit –“

“It’s not a waste if it’s for you.” Mitchell only told him, tipping back the water bottle a bit so Connor would actually drink it.

Connor took a long drink and passed it back. Mitchell smoothed back his curls, enjoying the way Connor leaned in heavily to his touch.

“Let’s take your temperature.” He pulled out the red bag he found in their bathroom, the white cross distinctly familiar as the first aid kits kept at camp. He found the thermometer easily, still in the plastic. He ripped it off, playing with the buttons for a moment. “Open your mouth, c’mon.”

Connor groaned, “You know, I usually love to hear those words from you. Now, not so much.”

Mitchell smiled at that, “It’ll only take a moment. Now, tongue up.”

He complied, making a scrunched up face that warmed Mitchell’s chest a bit. The thermometer beeped after a moment, the display glowing a soft blue.

Mitchell hummed. “102.1”

Connor fell back onto his pillows. “That’s…not good?”

“You’ll feel better when it goes down.” Mitchell told him instead.

“I have to pee.” Connor said after a moment, pushing himself up. He moved slowly, shoving off his blankets with weak hands, and settled his feet on the carpet, looking unsure.

Connor stood, wobbling worryingly for a moment. Mitchell was at his side in a second, his hands hovering over the other boy’s skin. “Do you need help?”

Connor frowned, “No, I don’t need –“ He paused, the flush in his cheeks paling. He fell forward, Mitchell’s hands catching him, and stumbled towards the bathroom.

“I’m going to be sick.” He gasped, before doing just that, barely making it to the toilet in time.

Mitchell pulled Connor’s curls back, using a rubber band to tie his curls back while rubbing circles into the other boys back.

Connor finished, coughing a few more times into the toilet as Mitchell stood, grabbing a dishtowel from under the sink and running it under the cold water. He had a water bottle within reach, thankfully, probably forgotten there as he was cleaning.

Connor wiped at his mouth, exhaustion in every line of his body as he fell back against the wall. “You’re the best Mitchell, and I’m so happy to see you, but you should go. This can’t be very fun for you.”

Mitchell passed over a wet cloth and water bottle, “I deal with sick kids all the time. If I couldn’t handle a little puke, there’s no way I could survive as a camp counselor.” Mitchell settled down next to him, the bathroom tile cold and hard under his damp palms. He smoothed back Connor’s messy curls, holding them out of his face as Connor wiped his face off. Connor reached for the mouthwash on the counter and Mitchell helped him lean over carefully and spit it into the shower drain.

“I haven’t eaten in like, two days. How is throwing up even possible.” Connor groaned, his head dropping down onto Mitchell’s shoulder. “This is horrible. I feel horrible.”

Mitchell hummed sympathetically, his arm coming up to curl around Connor’s shoulders. Connor’s cheek was hot against his skin, his breath huffing against Mitchell’s neck.

Mitchell ran his fingers through Connor’s curls, and pressed his dry lips to Connor’s heated forehead.

Mitchell took a deep breath, giving the other boy one more moment. “Brush your teeth and use the washroom. I’ll go put on a movie, come on.”

Connor looked up hopefully. “Monster Inc.?”

“Your favorite. Already set up and ready to go.” Mitchell grinned, pulling him up. He gave Connor a few minutes alone in the bathroom, listening to the faucet click on and off and the toilet flush as he leaned against Connor’s bedroom wall. It was only a few more minutes until the door swung open, revealing the other boy with much, much fresher breath.

Mitchell held out his arm, letting Connor come to him. The other boy leaned heavily on him, his arm coming up to hang off Mitchell’s waist.

Mitchell helped him to the couch, dropping him off easily while the other boy groaned and curled on the cushion. Mitchell gave him a fond look before speaking.

“You should try and drink some broth and crackers, see if you can keep it down.” Mitchell grabbed the fleece blanket off the arm chair and draped it over his legs, tucking in the sides like he always did for the younger kids.

“Food is probably the worst idea you’ve ever had.” He declared from his place on the couch, but he sat up slightly and stared at Mitchell with tired eyes. “Like, actually the worst.”

“Well, you’re gonna try and keep it down.” Mitchell told him sweetly, ripping open one of the instant soup packets he picked up from the store. It only took hot water and a minute in the microwave to make – and it was probably horrible high in sodium – but it was the same, familiar brand the camp store held, which he knew the other boy would appreciate.

Mitchell caught Connor peeking over the couch arm with interest, the heavy scent probably making its way over to the other boy already.

He smiled softly, adding a bit of spice to the soup. Hopefully, the spice would help clear out Connor’s congestion – it was always a popular trick with the sick Aphrodite kids. He quickly bowled it and made it back to the living room where the selection screen for the movie was already on loop. He had put in the DVD earlier when he was cleaning, already planning to persuade Connor into dragging his feet to the couch so Mitchell could clean up his room.

“Eat.” Mitchell instructed, smoothing out the blanket before passing over the warm bowl. He settled next to Connor, their bodies brushing, and reached for the remote.

Connor caught his wrist before he could press play, focusing intensely on the soup in his lap.

“What’s wrong?” Mitchell frowned, his hand coming up to brush Connor’s cheeks and forehead. “Is your fever bothering you? I can go grab an ice pack if you want.”

Connor glanced up at Mitchell, catching his hand before he could pull away. “Thank you for this.” Connor told him softly. “You know, Mom’s always busy with work and Travis is great but he’s horrible with sick people and…I don’t know. I haven’t had someone take care of me in…years.” Connor gave him a half-shrug, his eyes glassy. “It…means a lot to me, Mitchell. You being here.”

Mitchell blinked a few times. “Of course Connor. I…” Mitchell’s eyes flickered away and back in a nervous movement. “I love you. Of course.”

Connor smiled, the movement a bit weak and hazy. “I love you too, Mitchell.” He burrowed his face into Mitchell’s neck, “Tell me again when I’m not super gross and I promise at least like, three blowjobs are in order.”

“Will do.” Mitchell laughed, pressing the other boy a bit closer. He grabbed for the remote, flipping on the movie, and Connor was asleep – his bowl drained – before Boo made it into Sully and Mike’s apartment.

Mitchell finished watching the movie, keeping his laughter low at the familiar jokes. It was nice, having this. A familiar movie playing, a warm, sleepy, albeit sickly boy at his side, his arms curled around Mitchell’s waist.

Connor was already drooling onto Mitchell’s sleeve. At least he was mostly cute.

Before the movie was over - right before the scene that always had Mitchell sniffing into his sleeve - the lock in the door clicked and turned, and Mitchell glanced over in time to see Travis dunking through the doorway.

“Hey Mitchell.” Travis greeted, his voice casual. He held up the grocery bag dangling from his hand, “Got you some of that strawberry milk you love.”

Mitchell sighed, carefully pushing the sleeping boy off of him and standing.

“Of course you did. Because you knew I was here. Of course.” Mitchell answered in a breezy voice, collecting Connor’s empty soup bowl, fixing the blanket to settle across the other boy before walking over. “And keep your voice down, Connor’s sleeping.”

Travis nodded, wrinkling his nose. “Good. He was vomiting all night, it was disgusting.”

Mitchell rolled his eyes, almost hip-checking him as he dunked past to throw the dishes on the sink. He turned on the tap, warming up the water, and dumped a glob of soap on the sponge.

“How’s Katie?” He asked, because he really did enjoy the other girl’s presence, usually in the midst of some poorly thought through Stoll ‘adventure’.

Travis jumped on the counter, letting his feet hit the cabinets as they swung. “She’s bored. Living in Kansas can do that to you. I’m thinking about visiting her this weekend. She wants to pull a prank on one of her teachers and could use the backup, I think.”

Mitchell nodded slowly. “That’s…nice of you. When was the last time you two met up?”

“Two weeks ago. I missed her, thought why not.” Mitchell shot him a surprised look that had him laughing.

Travis winked at him, “Mom’s an airline stewardess. We fly free.”

Mitchell blinked, “Oh, yeah. I forgot. Well, that’s nice. Tell her I said hello and that she’s my favorite.”

“Will do.” Travis told him with a grin, turning his head so he could spy on his younger brother passed out on the couch. ”Monsters Inc.? How’d you know?”

Mitchell shrugged, scrubbing at a plate stain particularly hard. “He mentioned it once. It’s his favorite sick day movie.”

Travis raised his eyebrows in amusement. “Yeah, I know. I’ve been forced to watch it twice a year or so since we were kids. What’s yours?”

Mitchell snorted. “Spaceballs.” He shrugged at Travis’s laughter, rinsing off the bubbly dishes. “It’s a classic.”

“Can’t fight that. I always been more of a Good Burger kind of guy.”

Mitchell nodded in approval. That was one of Asher’s favorites, and he’d been forced to listen to the dialogue play in the background of their cabin for years. He finished up the dishes, feeling completely at home in the apartment, and tried not to bicker with Travis too loudly.

Later, his boyfriend would wake up lovingly tucked in in his own bed, Mitchell curled into his side, and he’d smile a bit too softly to be anything but lovesick.

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