#“DIDN'T HE ABUSE SEB?”

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Pretty Little Liar | Black Butler

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CW: little angst, heavy smut, corruption kink, breeding kink

A/N: yk this was originally drafted for a comfort/fluff and somehow my horny ass made it into my first official smut on my page. Eat well bitches.

Demons need no rest.

Those of which are often spoken of with disdain, cannot feel. They cannot taste what humans think delicious, they have no need for the mundane things such pathetically weak animals cannot survive without.

Their contract's contents vary. Simple things as an assassination to spending an entire human lifetime with someone. Fulfilling their every need, all whilst hiding their satanic facade behind a mask:

A loving husband, a doting father, a caring butler. Each mask carried a new name, a new aesthetic and set of rules to play.

Tonight, he continued his ongoing three years as Sebastian Michaelis, butler to a small and truly incapable child if it wasn't for him. Though, many things in this world, if truly credited. Would belong to his dark and burning world of fire and blood. Demons did not exist to rule over their inferior prey, they were not to mingle with histories unless directly ordered to by their contracts

Nothing, he did was without the rules of his contract. But Sebastian was never one to ignore loopholes. After all, such rules could be boring or too restricting for his liking.

Truly, honest to heaven and hell alike, if any of his kind were to see what he used loopholes and spare time for they would spit in his face and send him back to damnation. An utter laughingstock, a disgrace to the arts of soul cultivation.

His demonic nature, weakened and tweaked by that of whom he was supposed to consume after a goal was met.

Human.

Such a pretty one at that, inside and out. A rare thing to find among specimens. Especially, with a soul begging, calling for him to take as his own.

Sebastian never made double contracts, he didn't like the hassle of pleasing two people at once....in this scenario of course ;)

And yet for you, he would do anything.

For as long as Lord Phantomhive lived, he was free to do and be with you as he pleased. With you the mask fell and revealed his true, playful and cunning self. You never seemed to mind

In fact you relished in it, abused and used it to your pleasure and he would wallow in you over and over. Letting your fragile being wrap and caress his own. In return for protection, sex, love, lies, death.

Whatever you wished for. That would only be fair. A thing he never gave and only demanded to receive. Selfish

And with you he still was, selfish. Sebastian wanted you all to himself. A delicious slice of cake, waiting to be cut into.

With the way you allowed him to split you open, and use you as he pleased after doing what you wished of him.

How beautiful..how foolish to stain your soul with such a vile vermin as himself. Fuck, he loved all of it

Corrupting your pretty head until all you could utter was his given name, relishing in his touch, verbally needing his body, his kisses, his spit, his cum to corrupt you whole until your body became one with his. Until Satan himself planted the seed of damnation deep inside, and Sebastian would spend eternity using, loving and lying to you.

Whatever pretty little lie it would be, you two would exchange empty words, read out a script of new lives in the human world over and over, cultivating a human, ripping into it alongside him..

"S-Sebastian! Seb...ngh.. Sebastian slow down p-please~" You pleaded, tears streaming down your face as you clawed at the hand clutching your throat. Gasping for air yet wanting him to take it from you. your body curling inwards into his hips. Wanting to runaway yet you couldn't... wouldn't move until he filled your little cunt to the brim with his corruption.

You knew what he was. Who he was. Yet that didn't stop you from wanting him in fact you needed his attention more. You demanded more of him, cruelly, lovingly Moreso then that master of his. Yet he didn't seem agitated like with every other living being in his presence

Sebastian almost seemed to enjoy your demands, he found your control over him amusing and he couldn't wait to see what you wanted next. His smug and knowing smiles a complete mockery of you, he knew full well you never were in charge once you were in his chambers

His frustration on everyone else, his need for his master's soul, his desire for your pussy wrapped around his cock, your mouth's snug fit on him. All of it taken out on your delicate body.

His frustration could never be with you. No his pretty princess was too perfect of a specimen for Sebastian to get mad at that's why he was your plaything during the day. Sebastian Michaelis was yours

But at night. During the witching hour you were reduced to a simple fuck toy, a cuddle partner, a friend, a lover, whatever he wanted you for you gave to him. You were his.

Sebastian let go of your reddening throat, and just as he heard you choke out a breath of life, he shoved your face into the pillows, pounding his hips down with all his weight into your quivering hole, muffling your screams into his bed, unused for years and only now did it begin to warm with your body lying next to his after every session.

"My..what a whore ive got all to myself...look at you~"

Sebastian shifted over in the bed and turned you around so you were facing the mirror on his wall. Roughly pulling your head back, wrapping a free arm around your waist as he made you watch yourself be fucked like the toy he loved you for

"You know im a demon, you know once my contract is over ill be done with you just as ill be done with him. My summoning was his doing, and my disappearance will all be his as well. And yet you so eagerly await me here every night for payment of all i do for you."

You heard every word loud and clear, yet as a response you could only babble about how his tip pushing into your g-spot with every thrust felt so good. Truly pathetic

"You like this don't you hmm? Tell me pretty, you like when i come and fuck this hole every night? Fill that pussy of yours full."

He spat dirty words into your ear, and his rough and hard thrusts increased in speed until he had to occupy your mouth with his to muffle your screams as he fucked you stupid.

"More! More please more more more moreee....fuck!" Squealing before growing silent, you trembled as you came, pulsating around him. Knees tingling into numbness.

After a moment of being on cloud nine, you were thrown down onto the bed, Sebastian pulled out and you whimpered at the loss.

Suddenly feeling your leg being yanked open in missionary, Sebastian pulled you to him, pushing your legs up into your chest as he aligned himself with you once more.

Taking away every ounce of rest you might have, every thought became his and nothing in this world was needed more then his cock rutting into you like the animal he was.

Use him, fuck him, love him.

Until lies become truth, love becomes pain, grief into joy, Sebastian be your plaything and you his.

And then he will cease from your life, mere dust in the wind.

A faint and insignificant memory of what could have been.

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Hey!!

Love you writing, and say your ask box was open!

Was wondering if you could do headcannons for Seb with a partner(who’s also an experiment) who’s extremely scared of physical contact, basically helping them recover and learn to find comfort with each other?

Just thought it was a cute idea and would love to see some headcannons for it!!

keep up the awesome work!!

Hi! Thank you, we have a lot of fun writing things for you all, and we adore this fish as much as everyone here💕 I LOVE these kind of Headcannons, comfort is one of my personal favorite kinds of things to write for! Hope you like it! 💕💕💕

(Also, I didn't know if you wanted romantic or not, so I pinpointed where the platonic stuff stops and the romance begins for y'all)

Sebastian Solace x Experiment Reader Headcannons

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, Mentions of Violence, Injury, Blood, Trauma, and Touch Related Issues

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• You only really met because you needed his help

• Had you not found yourself wounded, hungry, and on the brink of death, you'd never have trusted any creature that could take Pandemonium in a fight

• But, as you may have guessed, the stars aligned in your favor and you gained a friend

• The things that had made you the thing you are today gave you a less than ideal relationship with the idea of being touched

• Your old cell, a less so opinion of being in confined, cornering spaces

• Sebastian had been pissed when you writhed and shrieked and fought him when he was trying to tend your wounds

• Almost gave up on you immediately and turned you out, grabbing you by the shoulders and nearly heaving you back into the vent you'd drug yourself through in the first place

• It was the fear in your eyes that changed his mind, something that was familiar to him in a way that ran deep

• it was his own looking back at him

• You had to tend all your own injuries, but he did make a point to slide you the med kits instead of wrestling you or throwing them

• Was surprised when you pulled through, honestly, and even more surprised when you returned that night after your first outing in weeks to sleep in the space he'd give you to recover in

• By this point, he'd grown fond of having the company, finding his own comfort in the familiarity and shared experiences you two had

• The Expendables don't understand what it's like to be in this place the way it was, they don't understand getting experimented on like this, being conditioned a certain unnatural way, being mistreated and seen like monsters

• The researchers and scientists and actually valued UrbanShade Personnel could never understand either, finding some sort of honor or privelege in getting to aid such a massive, self-justified name like the one this god forsaken company holds over its own head

• Not even the other creatures here could relate to him, unable to speak, many of them truly mindless and animalistic- if not those things than things people were afraid to disrespect for fear it would lash out, a luxury that Sebastian and Yourself never got to know on account of the fact they all knew you to be prisoners and knew you to be weak to one thing or another

• Painter was close, but never human. The only one willing to speak to him like a person... Still yet unable to connect with for not knowing what it is to have been human and to have it taken

• But you understand him.

• You two were treated alike, coming from similar backgrounds, coming from places that would never prepare you for this

• You both need that connection, and he knows that when you pull yourself into his shop. The same way you know this when he slides your food forward for you to have in the evenings

• Touch isn't natural to you anymore, nor is it to him, so no matter how much you both want it, you stay distant

• Your voice suffices for a long while, finding the bond you grow to share in old stories from the world that was taken from you and in time spent helping him run his shop and in dreams to feel the sunlight on your new scales

• This new skin has never known sunlight, but it is starting to know kindness, isn't it?

• "Would it be too far for me to hold your hand? Would it be strange?"

• The first hurdle you have to jump on your recovery is still at distance, hesitantly and awkwardly pushing your hand against his own, sitting stiffly on opposite ends of a desk and refusing to look at one another

• It's not comfortable, but it gets the job done, right? A good step in the right direction!

• God the road to recovery is long =_=

• The first time it happens on its own seems to surprise you both, it's a hand on your back when he leans around you to grab for some of the data on the table in front of you for sorting

• Both of you were a little stiff about it, but it was quick and had a purpose, so it wasn't torture

• A neutral experience, but not bad!

• After this, it eases into being natural

• Brushing hands, correcting a strand of hair for him, patting you on the shoulder- even playful little hip bumps when you two get comfortable enough

• Like ice, the wall between you melts away as you fall into rhythm with your shared life

• It starts to feel nice when he gives you attention like that

• Those big clawed hands stop being scary, and you can no longer imagine why you were very frightened when he reaches forward to boop your nose and call you a stupid little idiot for dropping something

• Is never going to be completely nice to you, did you forget the man you decided to marry harass is mean?

• If you don't feel anything for him further than things that are platonic this is where your life together mellows and settles, into a comfortable spot where you two take care of each other and support one another, everything one another has

• If you feel more?

• It's laughing and joking, and all at once you break through the surface tension in ways you never thought you were ever going to have again

• You share a kiss.

• It's hard to tell who leaned in first, but before you can even think about it, your lips are warm and your mind is buzzing

• It's slow and steady and light, hands coming up to cup your face so softly and gently

• Any place your hands rest on him, he leans into, purring and kissing at you as long as he can get away with

• His fins? Fluttering. His tail? Wagging. . . His heart is damn near stopped with how many skips it's taking

• Heart may as well be playing hopscotch, you better pull away before he hits the ground

• After this, you get to enjoy time cuddling and kissing and basking in what it feels like to be loved again

• He could never be more content than he is to be pressed against you

• Even in the bodies you're stuck in now, he could never be happier than this ❤️

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Drive Forever With You

Chapter Two: Discoveries, birds and bees.

Max verstappen x Lando norris x Charles leclerc x reader

Genre: idk man it's a series

Summary: The reader has been used by her father for many things, resulting in some interesting quirks. When her father ends up under house arrest, she finds herself tangled in a world of fast cars, love, and inhuman abilities.

Chapter summary: Max and Reader become friends, Seb is a proud dad, and the reader is learning about people and feelings. Despite the chapter title, I swear there is nothing sexual going on.

Warnings: mentions of abuse, talks of sickness, injury descriptions, SH and Suicidal ideation

Notes: it's gonna get dark, but have no fear it will get better, I swear. Also, please don't read if you get triggered. I got triggered but read anyways because if your like me somehow reading what fictional me is doing helps immensely. I just ask that you be careful. My inbox and asks are always open :)

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Max had quickly learned that this girl was the only one who understood him. She somehow knew exactly what he was thinking. Exactly what he needed. It was ridiculous because he felt that he couldn't reciprocate.

The two had formed their own little team. Max would sneak away with his data to see her, and she would tell him everything he needed to fix in a way he actually understood. Not just being talked at for hours about his mistakes.

He didn't realize someone could nicely tell him what he was doing wrong and also compliment him on things he was doing right. The concept was foreign.

He quickly found himself looking for her all the time. She looked fragile compared to everyone else. Like the wind could pull her away.

But he also couldn't get a read on her quite yet.

Seb, on the other hand, had learned much more in the span of a couple of months. Things that didn't make him any less concerned.

He quickly found that her favorite hobby was doing incredibly stupid things that could get her hurt or even killed. Even the mundane daily tasks. It's like if he didn't feel pain, then she was doing something wrong. He blames it on her prior upbringing.

He frequently caught her with bloodied arms and legs. Trying to do stupid stunts that had her neck almost snapping. She once decided to see how tall of a building she could jump off of 'for science'.

Seb could not, for the life of him, decided whether she actually wanted to die or just didn't understand the concept of safety and healing.

He tried to keep eyes on her. Not always his, but anyone's. Max included.

He was immensely grateful for the Dutch. He pratically was glued to her side. He could tell she wasn't used to the amount of interaction with people, but the smile that creeper on her face at Max's dumb jokes told him everything he needed to know.

Max had ended up catching her once. His giddy state morphed into a panicked one. He had found her messing with one of the broken ferrari engines in his downtime. He had initially been curious until he realized the engine was hot from tools, and she was doing her best to press her hands against it.

He'd fussed over her for hours. He was completely lost as to how she wasn't showing any pain. Even as he lather her hand in burn ointments and wrapped them.

Max stuck even closer to her after that.

Seb had also learned that when she wanted to protect, she wouldn't hesitate to say what she felt. including to Jos Verstappen.

He felt scared when he stumbled upon Max behind her and Jos in front. The younger Dutch is trying to look stoic but failing and the older getting increasingly angry. Y/N in between them, her mouth moving steadly, the string of compliment for Max seemingly never ending.

Seb stepped in and pulled everyone apart. He tried to talk to her, but her attention was on Max. Completely set on making sure he was okay and dragging him off to somewhere safe.

~

It was strange for Max to have a friend like this. He'd not had many growing up. Yet here he was, feeling close to a girl he'd known for about five months.

It was now summer break. Seb, having seen the two interact, decided to invite the Dutch over for a weekend. His dad was last then happy about it but didn't want to look bad in front of a world champion, so he said yes.

Seb had never heard her talk so much. She was happy and he was glad to see her smile.

Hanna had to force them to sleep at some point. Something that the girl was less than fond of. Sleep was always difficult. Sometimes, Sébastien would stay in her room if he had a feeling she was going to wake up screaming.

He hadn't thought tonight would be one of those nights. Max was in the spare room, and she was in hers. This means that Max woke up to the thrashing first. Her wall right up against his.

He knew it might be an invasion of privacy, but when he heard sniffling, he didn't care. He threw himself out of the bed and made for the door.

He made sure to knock before opening the door. He waited for a possible answer but is only met with the sound of sobs now.

Then the screaming starts.

Seb is out of bed in an instant. Knowing how bad her night terrors got, he knew he needed to act fast.

He was shocked to find her door already open, and Max gently crouched over her. The screams had stopped, but she was still sobbing. Hugging Max like her life depended on it.

Seb smiled at the two and gave them a moment. He was releived she found someone who cared about her.

He knew he had to get her back to bed, though. He crept over to Max and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I'll take it from here." Max looks up at the older man. That same awkwardness about being in a world champion's house now escalated. "Thank you, for staying with her." Seb added in a hope of reassuring the Dutch.

Max just nodded his head and slipped out from her bed. Seb takeong his place and laying her head on his lap.

She was still crying. Seb didn't push her to talk. he just let her cry while he ran his fingers through her hair.

"He came back." She croaks. "He got you and Max." Her visions sometimes found their way into her dreams. It made it hard to decipher what was real and what wasn't.

"It's okay, we're here now. And with the way Max is glued to you, I doubt he's ever going away."

They both chuckle a bit. Eventually, with the calming presence of Seb, sleep comes clawing back to her once more.

~

Max was elated. He was finally eighteen. He was now a full fledged adult and could do adult things with the team.

And yet, despite that, he chose to spend his birthday with her. The two sprawled out on the floor on his cramped hotel room, eating his favorite foods and watching his favorite movies.

He'd never felt more at peace than in this moment. The warm smiles shared between them, making him wonder how he'd gotten so lucky.

~

It had been a year. She was now sixteen. Her birthday is a mere reminder that she is a murder. She killed her mother.

She didn't tell anyone. Nobody needed to know because they would want to celebrate. This was not something to he celebrated, but loathed.

But of course, her plans were foiled. She forgot Seb and Hanna had all her information. Of course they would know.

Her and Seb were away for another weekend, but Hanna flew down to surprise her. They made her breakfast that morning and gave her a present. It was odd, and she kept looking at them skeptically. She'd never received a present of her own.

She opens the pretty paper gently. She'd feel bad if she ripped such a delicate thing. The inside reveals a pair of keys.

"We thought since you can get you license now that you would need a car." Squeals Hanna.

She cries. Her hand flying to cover her mouth. She doesn't understand. Isn't this the anniversary of her killing someone? Why were they being so nice to her?

The paddock wasn't any better. Of course, Seb would have told everyone. People were giving her things left and right.

It was to overwhelming.

She snuck out of the Ferrari paddock to find Max. His presence was needed right now. Maybe he'd understand.

She spotted Max outside his garage. Her body moved faster than her mind. When she gets close enough, Max immediately pulls her into him. He grabs her hand and drags her off to his room in the motor home.

"I got you something." He smiles cheekily. Handing over a small cardboard box to her.

She opened it to reveal a slick black screen. A phone? Why had he gotten her a phone? The overwhelming feeling takes hold, and she is once again sobbing at the gesture

Max is frantically trying to get a read on her. "Do you now like it? Did I do something wrong?"

She shakes her head no frantically. Trying to find her words again. "I just don't understand why everyone is being so nice to me."

Max is taken aback. He knew she was American and as far as he's aware, Americans give eachothers presents.

He thinks he might be left to wonder. His mind escapes to thoughts that make no sense. Only to be pulled back by her continued explanation.

"I killed my mom today sixteen years ago. They should be looking away in disgust, not giving me gifts."

Max is constantly learning new things about this girl. He understands the waiver in her voice. The sadness when she looks at Hanna with her baby.

Max is hugging her again. He dosen't normally like physical contact, but for them, it was a way of communicating without words.

He sets his chin on top of her head and runs his fingers along her spine. "That was not your fault. Whoever told you that is a liar and an asshole."

"It feels like most of the things I was told growing up were lies." Sobs of anger and frustration leak out of her eyes.

"Now we get to find the truths, and I'll be here to help you."

~

Time flies by. Max is nineteen, and she's seventeen.

Seb had gotten her a job test driving for Ferrari and Max had been moved into redbull.

He hadn't been expecting it. He made her pinch him a few times in case he was dreaming. He cried in relief when he knew he wasn't.

Sebastian had grown even fonder of Max. He had a soft spot for the redbull team even if he wasn't driving for them.

Y/N was now diving her time between Max and Seb. And if she wasn't with them, she was probably of trying new idiotic ideas.

The voice in the front of her head said it was for experimental reasons, she she was learning something and making herself stronger as her father made her do. The voice at the back of her head knew the real reason. She liked it. She was in control of it. She deserved it.

Regardless of her reasonings, the sting of the sharp metal she was working with felt annoyingly good as it sliced into her skin.

She felt unlucky that Max had walked in on it again. She was hoping to be cleaned up before he saw her. Someone must have given out her location.

Max sighs and seats himself next to her, inspecting her crimson covered arm.

She cast her gaze downward. Shame creeping over her cheeks.

Max just pulls some bandages out of his pockets and begins trying to slow the bleeding. "Don't be scared. I can feel your body shaking."

Though it wasn't fear she was shaking with, it was anticipation. A dull throb and flash of the possible future showed her that Max was going to hit his hand on the metal and slice his knuckles open.

Just before he can, her hand falls above his, her knuckles taking the damage instead. Max it startled and stunned.

"I always forget how good your reflexes are." He smiles. The warmth of his features causes her to relax. "Next time you decided to work on something I want to be here to watch."

His protectivness over her has seemingly grown over the past couple of years.

~

Her powers have been coming in handy these days. Seb has been helping her in whatever ways he can. Always making sure she isn't trying to suppress the energy flowing in her veins into a box.

He'd noticed that some things are easier then others. She dosen't heal very often because of the excruciating amount of energy and pain she has to put in.

Small cuts had been getting easier but anything past that was to much.

She knew she was never going to be strong enough to fulfill her desired purpose. But she didn't need to anymore her goals have shifted.

Getting to test drive and try new things for Ferrari felt like a dream. She was able to take her mind out of those innately dark places and clear her head for a moment.

She shocked a lot of people. They weren't expecting her to be any good. Now they were eating their words.

She glides easily around the corners. Her ability to predict helping her immensely. She could see what the car was going to do before it even happened. How was a child who had rarely driven a kart before, driving a formula 1 car like a professional?

Max looked on with pure delight cheering for her as she continued to set faster lap times.

Seb and Max were there waiting for her when she got out of the car. Enveloping both in a hug.

~

Max hadn't yet been able to determine his feelings for the girl. He'd had partners, but none of them ended well. Mostly because none of them were her.

Curse there stupid age gap. They had met when he had barely turned seventeen, but the public image he had to keep was what was stopping him.

Other drivers on the grid had started to catch on. Seb noticed the longing glances first and the way she was always smiling at her phone second. Lewis noticed how he was always talking to her, even if both of them were busy. Daniel said they are a package deal. You can't have one without the other.

The age issues was one side of the problem, though. The other was that she was absolutely clueless.

Seb had explained to Max that she hadn't been around people much. She had barely any experience with friendships, let alone a romantic relationship. So Max didn't push. He'd let things go on their own time.

~

Seb had dreaded this dat for since he found out how little knowledge of the world she has. He knew it was going to be awkward and he wishes Hanna were here to save him.

The workers of the paddock and the drivers specifically are known for their lack of filter. She didn't understand half of what was being said but didn't want to seem stupid, so she just laughed with everyone else.

Having the birds and bees talk with a seventeen year old was not on his bucket list.

To his credit, he did try. Then he ended up calling Hanna.

The poor kid went through the four stages of grief.

The interesting part was when Hanna was explaining romantic interests. He took notice of the way the girls eyes lit up when Hanna was describing how it feels to be in love with somone.

Her eyes started to panic for a moment. Like she needed to ground herself because she was going to lose it.

Seb reached out for her and placed his hand over hers. "Are you alright? I know this is a lot and probably uncomfortable. We can stop now if you need."

She shook her head. "No- it's just that - what if I feel those things now?"

"It's normal and completely okay." Seb offers her a gentle smile. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Well, Hanna said that it makes your stomach feel funny and you smile more. I do those things with Max." She explains.

Seb nods his head in understanding. He already knew, but he wanted it to seem like he didn't. "I can't tell you what you're feeling. But, if you like those feelings you get with Max, I would say that you let them guide you."

It was the first time someone told her to follow her feelings and not her head.

~

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In the Moment

dark!Sebastian x f!reader

Summary - Combining “I feel like if MC used unforgivables in front of Sebastian he would probably be proud or wildly turned on or both lol" and "after reading that Subastion fic, can I possibly request a dom Sebastian fic?”

Word Count - 1,740

Warnings - 18+ smut, dark!sebastian, violence, blood

A/N - Okay I think this one was worth the wait. Not SUPER dark Seb, but should be quite enjoyable

You ended up dragging Sebastian to a pretty unsavory part of the woods in search of some poachers. When you heard about them capturing puffskeins it made you sick. They were one of the most innocent creatures you had seen and it infuriated you.

You were angry on your trek through the woods making quick work of any dugbogs or spiders that had chosen the wrong day to test you. They were aggressive and you knew they'd fight until they had you fatally injured so it didn't bother you to harm them.

Sebastian followed closely, whining the whole way, but at least he had agreed to accompany you. You crept through bushes carefully when you began to hear shouting. You looked at Sebastian and grinned; you had finally found the camp they'd been hiding the poor little fluffballs.

You were a good duelist and Sebastian knew that, the two of you together felt practically unstoppable. That combined with the fact that you both knew unforgivable's certainly gave you a leg up and anyone in your way very little chance of making an escape.

You didn't feel the need to hide any longer and drew your wand as you stalked over to a couple of poachers in the camp. They were busying themselves securing cages and yelling at the creatures to quiet their cries. You cleared your throat which made them jump back, wands at the ready.

They laughed upon seeing you in your Hogwarts robes.

"It's just a kid. Just scare them away," one of them said, turning back around to completely ignored you. A nasty sneer was on the remaining poacher's face as he chuckled at you.

"Come on. You don't really know what you're doing so we'll be nice and let ya' off with a warning this once." He was weary of you, but clearly not very afraid.

You glanced back to Sebastian when trying to decide what you wanted to do. You were enraged at what they were doing to innocent creatures, abusing them, killing them. Your anger boiled over when they dared to underestimate you. That was something you were sick of.

You barely thought before the words left your lips angrily, "Crucio!"

You were so calm and collected despite the nature of what you had just done. A red light shot out from your wand and right into the unsuspecting poacher that had threatened you. The other poacher whipped around to see his partner on the ground writhing and groaning in pain.

You could see the fear in his eyes when they met yours. You could feel the magic coursing through you where you stood, swirling your wand around to exaggerate the poacher's pain even more. As Sebastian watched you he cursed to himself. You looked angelic doing something that was so taboo. The surge from your wand had your robes whipping around your body. The look on your face was one of sheer determination. In the midst of the torture, you spared a glance at Sebastian where you sent him a devilish smile that had him tugging at the tight crotch of his pants.

Your trance with the spell was broken when the other poacher screamed at you, begging you to stop and they would just leave and give you whatever you wanted. As you released the spell you heaved forward and dropped to your own knees with a gasp. You watch the lucky poacher pick his friend up off of the ground where he lay panting and still squirming.

You didn't process anything they said as they rushed off to get far away from you, tossing a set of keys in your direction. Sebastian had intended to jump in and help you, but you just hadn't needed it. He rushed forward now to kneel down beside you.

"Y/N? Are you, are you okay?" His voice was soft, but raspy with the lust he was having a hard time containing.

As you let the world come back into focus around you, you turned to look at him, "The puffskeins. Please let them out." He sent a soft smile towards you that you barely registered. He stood to grab the keys and quickly free the innocent creatures to find their way homes. He took his time like he knew you would and placed each one on the ground to roll away on their own.

You stood up, feeling free from your daze as you watch them roll away happily into the fields. Sebastian made his way back over to you and placed a warm hand on your cheek.

"You were incredible." His voice was low and his eyes were locked with yours. You could see his pupils were wide and his eyelids heavy.

"Let me worship you after that. You've earned it." He weaves an arm around your waist, pressing against your lower back to bring you closer to him. Your noses were touching as you breathed heavily, never breaking eye contact with him. You nodded as much as the small space between you allowed and he dragged your face into his.

His lips met yours hungrily with wet and needy kisses. He slips his tongue past your lips to explore every inch of your mouth. You drop your wand and cling to him, adrenaline and desire running through you as you grasp at his robes. He presses his teeth into your lip hard, leaving a trickle of blood down them.

He pulled back from you to toss them away and yank yours off, throwing them into the same pile. He looks you up and down while he loosens his tie and the first few buttons of his blouse.

"Are you going to stand there or be a good girl and rid yourself of all that cloth in my way? When I see you standing there so strong in front to of the poachers, every fiber in me wants to make you beg. You need to beg me to make you fall apart. You can't be so tough all the time can you?"

You shiver at his words, wholeheartedly believing him. That he would bring you to pieces whether you gave him permission or not. His gaze was heated as he gestured for you to take your clothes off, so you obey him, looking around nervously. "Relax, we're alone. You really fucked them up," he groaned and palmed himself through his trousers, drawing your eyes to the wet patch that was on them, "Although if you wanted to make them watch, I'm sure you could. You could do anything Y/N."

Sebastian stepped close to you while you worked at unfastening your shirt, skirt already at your ankles. You really didn't want to upset him. He stepped forward and grabbed your jaw, slipping his thumb into your mouth and dragging the mix of spittle and blood down your chin.

"You're so good at those curses. I have the most insatiable urge to knock you down a peg. You could do anything, but you'll never be a match for me." His gaze was sultry, eyes trailing down to your camisole and knickers you still had on.

Just like that it was like a switch flipped. His hands were on you rough and clawing at your clothes, popping the rest of the buttons on your blouse to toss it aside. The only thing keeping your camisole intact was that you lifted your arms so he could tear it off.

He dives into your neck, sucking spots that you know are going to leave a mark. You cry out when he sinks his teeth into your sensitive flesh, meanwhile, he tugs your undergarments up until you're so uncomfortable you squirm with how they're pressing into your bundle of nerves.

"You're much too slow," he mutters. He makes his way over your breasts, licking and biting the soft flesh and stiff peaks. You struggle to balance as he slinks down your body, continuing his assault by leaving bitemarks and bruises in his wake.

He drags your underwear down as he falls on his knees. He drags his nose across your soft patch of hair stopping just short of where he knows you need him most. He breathes in deeply and looks up at you, leaving goosebumps behind on your skin as he trails his fingers over your legs.

"You smell delicious and you're soaking wet," he pulls on your legs, making you stand with them spread wide, "You loved using that magic and making them suffer. You love being out here where they could hear me fucking you senseless after you just about killed them."

He lets out a moan of his own before licking a slow, wide stripe up your cunt to taste you. You take a tight grasp on his overgrown hair and let out a whine. He laughs and it sends hot air and vibrations against you that makes you clutch him even tighter.

Deciding that he's toyed with you enough, he takes a firm hold on your backside and buries his face against you. He spreads your juices up to your clit before he starts tracing fast and heavy circles up against it. He slips one of his hands around while you groan and clutch his head between your thighs, inserting two aggressive fingers into your wetness.

He thrusts them in and out of you, timing it expertly with his mouth until you feel the warm pit building in your stomach. You call out his name while he fucks you relentlessly, adding another finger to feel you stretch and squeeze against him. When he feels your thighs quaking he helps to hold you steady as you cum on his face, gyrating your hips against him to helplessly hold onto the feeling.

He pulls away from your sensitive button to use big swipes of his tongue to clean your cum where it's dripping from your lips and down your thighs. When he's content with licking you clean, he stands up and pulls your skirt and bloomers with him.

He puts his arms around your waist for support as he takes in your dazed and heated expression. You whimper and lean into his chest at how your bottoms that he pulled up still rub against your sensitive spot. He pulls you into a complete hug, reveling in the way your bare breasts feel even through his shirt.

"That's my girl, now let's get you dressed okay?"

[waywardprintmaker]

So. About uncle Solomon.

I'll preface by saying that I'm a Sebastian Apologist. I like him and I didn't send him away on my playthrough. I don't think he deserves Azkaban, definitely not, and I hope we see more of him in the future.

However, I oftentimes see people attempt to fully justify his actions and almost completely erase his crime by saying stuff like "it was self-defense" "Solomon was abusive" "he wouldn't look for a cure"

Sebastian cannot come to terms with the fact that his sister is dying. He won't have it. He probably knows it's true and as the game progresses, he looses grip of the last bits of denial he has. He goes from "she'll get better soon" to touching Sith Holocrons in less than a year. And I know the curse doesn't explicitly say Anne will die, but the words "all we can do is make her comfortable" is code for "it's terminal" in my eyes, like, people who have heard them irl can attest how hard they hit.

And Solomon, being a no-nonsense ex-cop, probably decides that the only reasonable way to deal with this is to face it head on. Anne *will* die, boy, you have to accept that, there shall be no bargaining and no denial in this house, be a man. Not the healthiest way to deal with grief, but therapy hasn't been invented yet.

The whole situation (and this is a weird example, I know, but I immediately thought of it when I made my way through Seb's quests) reminds me of 2017 IT, where Bill keeps coming up with increasingly unlikely theories on where his little brother might be, until his father angrily yells at him that "Georgie is dead" and to just accept that.

And like... I mean, sure, Solomon was absolutely shit at parenting, he failed Sebastian, he offered him 0 support, compared him to his dead father and some people would say that being a terrible parent constitutes as abuse in and of itself. But I really think the game wants us to see things beyond "Sebastian good Solomon bad". I think Solomon was dealing with his own pain, he probably felt guilt for failing to protect his niece, him visibly favoring her over Sebastian is evidence to that, imo, but now his nephew is slipping away and why did his brother had to die, if only he weren't such a nerd...

I am not excusing Solomon's actions, but I'm also firmly against the idea that it excuses Sebastian's actions in any way. Starting from continuously lying to Ominis and ending with murder. We know he regrets it, we heard him in the undercroft, he accepts Anne not wanting anything to do with him, his voice breaks a little, he's sorry. But such a mistake isn't something a few sessions of ugly-crying can wash off, that shit stays with you forever.

And I think that makes him more interesting? I want him to have an arc, to grow and fix his mistakes. I think that makes fanfiction of him more interesting, ya feel me? :) I love a good redemption, I'm an absolute sucker for it.

Anyway, half of this is probably just headcanon and I'm not intending to step on anyone else's headcanon, so don't take it the wrong way.

[iblameashley]

Principled Defence; Discretion Optional.

Civilian | Male | Gay

1,200~ words

Content: Abusive ex's, Harassment, Implied violence, Implied cutting/stabbing, Abuse of power,

Sebastian Krueger | Male/GN Reader

!!!SFW!!!

Some people only learn the hard way; and in this case, your ex better hope that it doesn't come to that. Your military boyfriend won't stand by and let some loser asshole abuse you, so he takes matters into his own hands.

Krueger looked down at the phone, scanning the vile messages his partner had received, his facade of calm cracking with every new slur that he scrolled past. He let out a surprisingly shaky breath as his thumb moved up the screen.

You had been mad at first, when Krueger took your phone from you to see why your eyes were welling with tears. You weren't trying to hide it from him, not really... but you also didn't want to get him involved in this drama.

But he did see you, he did see the hurt and he took the phone and started reading the message. And then you saw his free hand ball at his side until his knuckles turned white.

“I'm so sick of his bullshit.” You muttered, trying so hard to be strong. You swallowed hard as you took in Krueger's look. “When will he get the message and just leave me alone?” You inquired as you ran your hand down his bicep.

Krueger looked up from the phone and over to you, even though he was still tense, his eyes softened for you. "Don't let him get under your skin, liebling." He said, trying to reassure you; though his jaw was still very much clenched.

You sighed, “It's just so exhausting. It's all the time, now. I don't even know how he got my new number.” You complained as you rubbed your tired eyes. “I'm trying not to...” You add with a mumble.

Krueger looked at you with a grim smirk tugging at his face. “Then don't. Let me handle our little friend from now on.”

You frowned and stared Krueger down. “Seb...” you utter in a cautious tone. You squeeze his forearm. “Please be discreet, I don't need you getting in trouble to defend my honour.”

“I make no promises, liebling.” Krueger replied curtly. “You have nothing to fear from this boy.” The way he emphasized the word 'boy' sent a shiver down your spine.

You knew better than to protest when Krueger got an idea in his head, and it wasn't like his tone left room for argument. His mind was now to task, and you had to hope he'd choose non-violence or that you had bail money.

Krueger pulled out his own phone and he began to craft a text. Then another. And another.

“What are you up to?” You asked timidly. A part of you worried he was calling in favours from his military friends; whom you've only had the pleasure of meeting a couple of times.

“I'm making sure this never happens again. I'm stopping this. Tonight.” Krueger hit send on his phone.

It didn't take long for Krueger's phone to buzz; it was a reply.

It worried you more that Krueger was smiling.

He tapped at his screen a few more times, sending some replies back with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Seb, please tell me you didn't directly threaten that maniac.” You eyes him as he smiled warmly at you.

“It wasn't a threat.” Krueger lied, shaking his head. “I simply informed him of the consequences of threatening my liebling.” he said with a lazy shrug.

He handed you your phone back.

You felt the last of your energy nearly deplete as you shook your head. “So you've escalated the situation and don't think this is a bad idea?”

Krueger pocketed his phone and moved closer to you. “I have no doubts that my approach to this situation will be quite effective.” He said with a breathy chuckle.

He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you close to him, placing a loving kiss to your forehead.

“So what exactly did you say to that rat bastard?” You finally asked as your hands slipped around him.

You lifted your head to look him in the eyes.

“You would believe me if I told you I politely told him to leave my love alone?” Krueger questioned.

He was doing that thing he did, where even his eyes gave away nothing, though you knew him well enough to know he was anything but polite in these situations.

“No.” You said bluntly. “Now spill...”

Krueger snorted a bit as he laughed. Despite the situation, he liked this side of you, the side that came out when you really got serious.

“Fine, love.” Krueger conceded. “I told him that there would be physical consequences should he disregard my demand for him to leave you alone.”

He was being coy again, hoping his half-answer would suffice.

It would not.

“Which were?” You groaned.

Krueger contemplated, choosing his words carefully. “I thought you liked a little mystery, that's why you started dating me, yes?” He joked.

“You're sleeping on the couch.” You said curtly.

With a frown, Krueger relented and pulled back slightly so he could look down at you. His eyes studied your face and he grit his teeth.

“I may have implied that certain sensitive areas of his anatomy would find themselves acquainted with my boot if he didn't cooperate. Among other things if it did continue.”

“Oh for fucks sake...” You grunted. You rested your head on his chest and rocked it back and forth. “You know he can take screenshots and send those to the police, right?” You managed to mumble into him.

“I never said I would remove anything, but I did say I could paint a picture with a knife. And that I had a few military friends who'd happily make his life a living hell.” Krueger laughed.

There was a pause as he thought.

“Not all of my messages were sent to him, liebling. I may have also sent a few to those friends with his information. Rest assured his phone will be wiped of any messages or screenshots he takes. He will have no proof of my... suggestions.”

You couldn't help it, you laughed into his chest.

“Jesus Christ, Seb... talk about military over-reach and abuse of power.”

“Ah, but you find my antics endearing!” Krueger remarked happily as his hands found their way to your face, cupping it firmly. “My methods served their purpose, and isn't that what matters?” He asked. His eyes stared intently at you.

“Please try to keep your antics firmly planted in the realm of legality.” You requested. Your hands reached up to caress his forearms.

There was a moment where his mask slipped and he looked sad.

“Liebling.” His hands gripped your face a little harder. “I would do anything to defend you and what we have, legal or not. You're the first person who ever gave me a second look, who cared for a fucked up soldier like me. I will not let anyone take that gift – you – away from me.”

You let out a shaky breath and massaged his arms with your thumbs. After a moment, and swallowing a lump in your throat, you composed your thoughts.

“I know you would, Seb.” You voice was almost a whisper, the weight of his words pressing down on you. For all your problems, he had so many of his own and he still managed to do the heavy lifting for the both of you. “For whats its worth, love... I'm happy you're my fucked up soldier. I love you.”

Krueger lowered his hands to your shoulder and massaged them softly. “Do you love this soldier enough to let him sleep in bed with you tonight?”

“I suppose so.” You sighed with an exaggerated tone.

[f1-disaster-bi]

ohh, that new snippet is so good. I’m fully invested and at the same time my heart is breaking for lando. (best combination) So if you ever write more whether it’ll be context or more story i’ll be there to gobble it up. <33

I will happily write more but for now I give more context to the au!

Lando, as stated, meets Charles at 20 when he is in his first year of university and joins the pack fully a year later. He loves his pack and loves Kimi, Jenson and Seb's pack who are essentially an extension of Lewis and Fernando's pack with how much time they all spend together.

Lando didn't have the best start in life so he's happy to meet Charles and the others. Lando grew up in an abusive pack his family were a part of that looked down on omegas. It was expected that Lando would learn how to care for a home, and then ar 18 he wouldn't go to university, he'd be mated on his birthday and that was that. He was emotionally and physically abused, and the night before he turned 18, he took money he'd saved from odd jobs and birthdays and some from his parents and he ran. He stopped at a police station in his town, told them he was 18 and leaving an abusive pack in case his family filed a missing person's report, and he ran.

He got a job, got a shitty little shoebox apartment, and he worked himself to the bone for two years to put himself into university because he wanted to have a carer and a life and eventually, a pack.

So when he meets Lewis and Kimi’s packs through Charles, he's a little wary but it's everything he ever wanted. They're loving and respectful. They never push his boundaries, accept him not talking about his family or much about his life before he came to this city at 18, and he meets Daniel who he has a long crush on before theybstart secretly courting.

The day he leaves, Lando had seen his parents when he went to work on a group project with his classmate Oscar in a cafe, and he panics. He doesn't think they saw him, but it immediately triggers him and when he gets home, he wants comfort. He tries to nest with the others or cuddle with them, and they all get annoyed and brush him off because of different reasons. Mainly they're all working from home and stressed and having bad days and unfortunately, Landos need for comfort just rubs them wrong and everyone keeps snapping at him until he drops the plate and Lewis loses it.

In that moment, Lewis reminds Lando so much of his old pack that he just shuts down and when Lewis sends him to his room because "None of us want to see you right now Lando", Lando just internalises everything they said and it just confirms what his parents used to tell him: he is a burden, a waste, useless, an idiot

So he leaves because he wants what's best for his pack, and if that's him gone, then so be it.....except he didn't know that his parents saw him in the cafe.....

When Charles wakes up, and makes Landos favourite breakfast out of guilt and wanting to apologise to Lando....its him who finds Landos empty room with missing stuff and a note saying he's gone and he screams because this isn't what they wanted

[additiva]

sending this in a second ask as it's kinda heavier then the first question. from a writer's perspective, how did you decide to include sexual assault in the fic? mostly i'm wondering if something similar has already happened in irl f1 (even setting aside c. horner, older men abusing young athletes is not new of course), and if this is the case, will it be revealed it's a wider problem in the fic-universe or just affecting ferrari drivers specifically?

(hope this is okay to ask, you don't have to answer if you don't want to ofc)

I've answered this great ask via message a while ago, and chatted about it with @innanzituttoticalmi, but I'm posting it here in case anyone else is wondering. This is an edit of the response I sent months ago, before the fic was finished which is why it's partly describing what will be.

That is going to be part of it. The Horner thing will come into it. Max is considering this a problem with Ferrari, and he's being naive, because it's a wider problem, at the very least involving Horner and Red Bull. Charles IS aware of that, and it was a formative experience for him, and it's part of the reason he doesn't expect things to go well for him if people find out.

In terms of how I decided to include it, for me it was the natural consequence of Charles' position and his personality.

The central idea of the fic is actually his unhealthy devotion to Ferrari (shocker) and how he's willing to do anything (both to his detriment and often to the detriment of others (e.g. Carlos), in pursuit of his goal).

Obviously it's Lestappen, but Max is actually this sort of comparison, in someone who had as much talent, but also had all of the other things Charles didn't have, and so was shielded from those realities, and has to realise that talent isn't enough, and that some people NEED to be likeable to succeed. He's someone who's also relentlessly pursued this same goal as Charles, but has totally different boundaries around it.

So yeah, in my initial thinking around the fic, it wasn't really my goal to write about this theme, but for me it was a very natural consequence of Charles' situation. He's made himself so desirable (in non-sexual ways primarily, but he's obviously also very pretty), for the sake of his career, and as you said, there are people with power and money, who will always seek to use it over those who need it. And F1 (and sport generally, and the world) does have an issue with abuses of power.

And Charles is so determined, that he would accept that risk and keep going.

It's an interesting theme to me, because as is sort of lightly explored in the fic, Seb and Max consider sexual assault a fundamentally unacceptable risk to take, whereas Charles sees it as: I already accepted years ago that I'll risk my life to do this. Of course I'll risk sexual assault if I have to. It's not that he considers it generally acceptable (as evidenced by his response to Ollie's potential involvement), but for himself personally, as much as it does negatively affect him, it's not worse than the risk of death which he's already accepted in a very conscious way (thanks to Jules and Antoine Hubert).

Obviously it's different, in that some risk of physical harm is intrinsic and necessary to the sport, and the risk of assault isnt. But Charles considers the risk of exposure greater than the risk of harm from managing it how he has been. And he believes he'd be able to deal with the harm if it did happen.

Max sort of considers this willingness to put up with harrassment to be evidence of some brokenness and self-disregard on Charles' part, but that's not exactly true. Charles puts up with it only because he sees exposure as a big threat to his ultimate goal of winning the championship. To him, it's a necessary sacrifice, not something he just thinks is fine.

It's also a vicious cycle for him in terms of: "I've given everything for this" -> "I can't give up now, I'll just give a little more and take a little more risk" -> "I've already been through so much for this, if I stop, itll all have been for nothing" -> "I'll just keep going. I can't stop until I achieve my goal". When you've already put so much into something, it's often easier to just keep going a little further, than to give up on the goal.

There's actually a parallel alternate version of this fic which exists only in my head, which is so much darker, and they're both basically irredeemable people except that eventually they love each other very much. And in that version Charles prostituted himself (was coerced into it, then decided that if it was going to happen he was going to get everything out of it that he could), to get through his junior career. Which is essentially what Seb was afraid of happening after the first time Charles was assaulted. And actually it's critical that Seb was there the first time, and he did help. Because that first time, Charles would've "let" it happen (excuse the phrasing). He wasn't expecting it; he wasn't at all mentally prepared in the way he is years later. He had a freeze response, and wouldn't have been able to get away. So actually, Seb did save him, and Seb's extortion also protected him financially from being pressured into things later.

In this fic, it's limited. It's not going to be this very widespread thing that everyone has had. Charles is going to be sort of the canary in the coalmine, but obviously there's the implication that others are at risk, with Ollie. Worth noting that Charles is the first young driver Ferrari has had in many years, and the academy drivers don't usually have much involvement with the team or sponsors, except for Charles who was very deliberately involving himself regularly with them, to build a path into the team.

But yes it will be a plot point that it's NOT just a Ferrari issue; that it's an issue of abuse of power within the sport more widely (@Horner). And that people (Max included 👀) have turned a blind eye to those abuses previously, when it suited them to do so, which ended up contributing to Charles' situation.

(I'm not aware of any other specific situations in F1 irl though).

Also SORRY I still haven't answered your other ask, I've never gotten around to thinking about it at enough length to provide a proper response, but I will at some stage!

[midnight-in-town]

Hey! This is going to be a really wierd question (sorry in advance) anyways, i assume that by the end of black butlers, it's likely Sebastian will achieve eating Ciel's soul, yes?

Nowww, this is where my fear come from that probable ending: in the live action black butler movie, the way Sebastian eats Ciel's soul is by kissing him, the similar thing is implied in the last episode of the season 1 anime.

I know that the manga is different from these source materials (it hurts to even compare them) but im really ummm scared that after following this story for so long, i don't want to see a minor and adult "kissing" even if it isn't in a romantic sense.

I know you are not Yana and could only predict the ending through theories or media literacy, but do you think there's other ways the ending could go?

Hey Anon! Well, I don't know what to tell you. :)

First of all, I remember @akumadeenglish's translation of a tweet that basically conveyed the idea that Yana-sensei was still debating within herself about what kind of ending she wanted for Kuroshitsuji (does our!Ciel die? Is his soul eaten? etc). That was 5 years ago, mind you, but still I don't think the live action or S1/S2 of the anime can (for now) be used to predict the ending, especially since there's still much we don't know about !

Personally I, for now, believe that, while our!Ciel might eventually die, Seb might not be able to eat our!Ciel's soul at the very end. Also, I'm very in favor of a conflict arising between Seb and Ciel about the contract, probably once our!Ciel realizes that he is worthy of living past getting his revenge. You can read about both ideas here and here.

Lastly, about the whole "Seb kissing our!Ciel to eat his soul" idea, I don't think it will happen in the manga.

Yana-sensei has already depicted & confirmed that our!Ciel was a survivor of sexual abuse and that he wasn't comfortable with adults getting too close to him. Also, while I disagree with people saying she's a shotacon, I think she's really trying to make amends for the cringe vibes that Kuro had in its beginning, when she didn't know how long she'd be allowed to publish it (for example Grell was better depicted as a trans woman after the JTR arc).

Therefore, I'd say ch95 is, so far, our best indicator as to how Seb eating our!Ciel's soul might go.

For more questions about the ending of Kuro far ahead of us, please check my tag for it.

I hope it answered your question. Have a good day Anon!

[blueraineshadows]

How about one where Sebastian was sent to Azkaban in 5th year, and F!MC is absolutely crushed because she was in love with him. In this scenario lets say Ominis got to Professor Black fast enough that he witnessed the murder and turned him in.

With how bad women’s rights were during that time, not being allowed to own homes and such, she has no choice but to marry another man after graduation. She doesn’t love him. She’s miserable, not over Sebastian, and her husband is very controlling and recently abusive.

Sebastian escapes Azkaban and immediately tracks her down. He peeks through the window before knocking and is surprised to see she has a husband. Sebastian and MC were together when he was sent to Azkaban and although he knows he should be happy for her since she was able to move on, he can’t help but feel hurt, jealous, and betrayed.

To his shock, MC and her husband suddenly start arguing about him. Maybe her husband is mad she’s always depressed about Sebastian and not being a “good wife” to him, never wanting to be intimate, while guilt tripping her for “all he does for her”. Sebastian eavesdrops from outside until it turns physical and he bursts in to save her.

I hope you like this idea, tysm!

There have been a lot of requests for ex prisoner Seb lately....

Thanks for sending it in! 💜

Sebastian Sallow x F!MC

Trigger Warnings: domestic abuse 🔞

The door creaked open a little and MC slipped outside, closing it carefully behind her. She didn't want to wake her husband who was asleep on the sofa. Eddie had come home late last night, whiskey on his breath. His hands had wandered, his eyes pleading for her to respond, but she couldn't. She had rejected him, again. As much as she hated to see the misery in his eyes, she had felt relief when he backed off.

She shivered. She didnt hate him, but she didnt love him either. He knew she didn't, knew she still had feelings for her childhood sweetheart. She wished she hadn't written it all down in her diary. When Eddie had found it, his rage had been explosive, shocking. She had never seen him thst way before. His jealousy was outrageously feral. That was the first time he had laid a hand on her with the intention to hurt. His slap a shock and a humiliation.

Of course, he had apologised profusely, promised to never do it again, and he hadn't. But a line had been crossed. Despite all that he did for her, she had withdrawn from him even more. Her marriage to him one of convenience, a means to survive in a world ruled by men. It was a lonely existence.

MC hurried across the grass away from the house, her boots loose and undone still in her efforts to be swift. Her time alone was precious and she didnt want to waste a moment. She glanced back once before disappearing into the shadows of the trees.

A little way in under the canopy of the forest, MC paused and took a long, deep breath. Who would have thought that the Forbidden Forest would become a sanctuary of sorts? It was where she snuck off to when she needed to get away from Eddie, from his pleas, his attempts to break through her barriers. It was exhausting.

She picked some herbs and potion ingredients, her excuse for being out here, and stowed them away, before moving along a trail. There had been a unicorn up here the other day, and she was curious to see if it had returned.

An old brick ruin loomed out of the darkness of the forest, a site she had explored long ago. She smiled wistfully at her memories, the adventures and scrapes she had found herself in. Her heart twisted painfully at the loss. She would give anything to have those days back, even with all the danger and trouble.

As she passed the ruin she heard movement inside. She paused, a prickling sensation on the back of her neck. It wasn't unheard of to still see the occasional poacher, or worse, in the forest. She slipped out her wand, poised and ready as she crept closer to the crumbling wall.

When she peered through a gap she frowned. There was nobody in sight, but in the corner was a makeshift bed roll and the evidence of a recent camp fire. After a quick peek around, she could find nothing else, so she headed off back along the trail with a sigh. She knew she had to get back to Eddie.

....*....

She was as pretty as he remembered and it made his heart ache. Sebastian remained behind the tree, peering out from behind it. As much as he desperately wanted to go to her, he held back. He needed to think. Of all people to come walking along this trail, he had not expected it to be her. It meant he was close, close to where she must live.

He waited a moment, her footsteps fading, and then he slipped out to follow.

She was his first love, his only love. To be snatched away and thrown into Azkaban was a cruel twist of fate. Murder was regrettable, of course, but losing MC had caused him more pain than anything else. His face darkened as he thought of Professor Black, forever his sworn enemy, the reason for his incarceration. He would never forgive.

As he followed MC through the forest, he studied her, the way her hair fell in waves down her back, the gentle sway of her hips under her skirt. The soft scent of her trailed in her wake, and it made him ache for her, his loneliness sharp and cruel. It had been a long time since he had held someone close.

He savoured the memory of her soft lips, the gentle kisses she offered to him when they had been young and foolish. They had just been starting to know one another, exploring the mysteries of a first love, and then it had been stolen away.

The memory of her had kept him going, kept him alive. Now that he had seen her, he wanted more. He wanted to speak to her, hear her voice, see her smile. He had missed her so much.

Sebastian followed her to a small house on the outskirts of the forest. He hung back under the gloom of the trees as she crossed the grass and slipped inside the house, her little boots kicked off and left on the stone step near the door.

Did she live there alone? He frowned, curious, and settled back to watch the house for a while. He needed to see how things lay, uncertainty clawing at him. He was still getting used to being outside of prison walls.

....*....

As the hours slipped by, Sebastian settled down against the tree and dozed off. When he awoke, it was much later in the day, the daylight softening into sunset.

He looked at the house. Smoke was rising from the chimney, but there didn't appear to be any sound. Feeling a little braver, he moved closer for a better look. He eyed the door, debating knocking on it. Maybe a little peek through the window wouldn't hurt first.

Maybe she wouldn't want to see him. She might scream and alert others. He wasn't supposed to be here after all. Let out on probation, the terms of which meant he was supposed to stay away from her. He was supposed to keep away from all witnesses while the Wizengamot considered dropping his case.

But how could he not come here? It was her.

When he peered through the window he was not prepared for what he saw. A man was seated at the table eating a meal. MC was standing near the fireplace, she carried some dishes to the table and the man reached out to tuck her hair behind her ear as she leant forward.

Sebastian tensed. He couldn't see her face, but the familiar way the man touched her suggested a lover or a husband. Fury snaked through him like ice. MC didn't touch the man in return, she moved away from the table and began to fold some clothing in a basket.

Sebastian's heart ached. This should have been him living the domestic dream with her, not that man at the table. It hurt that she had moved on, his jealousy a thick and slimy thing on his tongue. He debated moving away from the window, slipping back under the trees and disappearing.

Perhaps it had been wrong to come here. If she was happy, then disturbing her would only bring back unpleasant memories. He didn't want to hurt her.

He made to take a step back but paused, curious despite his worries, as the man spoke. "Are you alright? You seem tense."

MC stilled her hands, a blouse gripped in them. "Its nothing, Eddie. I'm fine."

Eddie frowned and put down his knife and fork. "Talk to me, MC," he said. "Tell me what to do."

She turned to look at him. "Please, Eddie. Not tonight."

"Isn't that what you say every night? It doesn't matter if its just talking, or if I want to touch you, you always push me away."

She hung her head. "I'm sorry," she said.

Eddie banged his hands down onto the table, frustration twisting his fine features. "But you're not sorry, are you? That's just it. You cannot let go of that criminal, even after all this time, it's always going to be him, isn't it?"

"Stop it," she said. She quickly finished her folding and picked up the laundry basket. "I told you, that's in the past. He isnt coming back."

"No, he isnt! And its about time you let this Sebastian fellow go, I am your husband and you should treat me with a little more respect. There isn't any room for a third person in this marriage, you are my wife, and I expect you to perform your duty to me!"

"You're getting angry, Eddie," she said. "Please, stop. Calm down."

MC turned her back, hurrying away with her laundry basket, her shoulders hunched. Sebastian felt sick. They were arguing over him? She still thought of him? The idea of this arse forcing himself on MC made Sebastian clench his fists. This wasn't domestic bliss and she sure as hell didn't look happy.

Eddie got to his feet and ripped the basket from her hands, the laundry spilling out over the floor. "Look at me when I speak to you, you little bitch," he snarled. He grasped MC's chin, forcing her face up to him.

"No, Eddie! Let me go!" MC shoved him back and they both staggered a little.

Sebastian froze, his jealous fury now switching into cold, brittle rage. He stared, shocked. MC had been fearless, a wild and skilled witch, capable of bringing down dark wizards and fearsome foes. To see her, shivering and frightened at the hands of this prick made Sebastian twitch with unbridled adrenaline.

Nobody ever laid a finger on her and got away with it, not when he was around. His dead uncle was proof enough of that.

Forgetting his need for caution, the terms of his probation the last thing on his mind, Sebastian hurried around and banged the door open, wide. Both Eddie and MC turned, surprised.

Eddie frowned, anger darkening his face further. "Who the fuck are you? How dare you barge in like that!"

MC was gaping, her eyes wide with shock. Her mouth worked, her hand reaching out towards Sebastian, shaky and desperate, before she could speak. "Sebastian..."

Eddie whipped around to look at her. "What?" He turned back to Sebastian, his fury growing. "This is him? He dares to come to this house? How the fuck did you get out of Azkaban?"

Calm settled over Sebastian. He narrowed his eyes, assessing the situation. Eddie was about his height, reasonably built, an aura of smug arrogance wafted from him. The jaunty angle of his chin suggested he didn't like to lose, and the smooth, unmarked skin suggested he didn't get involved in anything too rough and hard.

More than anything, Sebastian wished he had a wand. His own had been destroyed on entry to Azkaban, and he wasn't allowed one until after the probation had ended. Another annoying clause of it.

As he assessed Eddie, he was also paying mind to MC. She had backed up away from Eddie, her hand slipping into her skirts to retrieve her own wand. That's my girl.

"I was let out," Sebastian said, calmly.

MC almost sagged, her breath leaving her in a whoosh. Eddie glared at her. "Did you know about this?" She shook her head, hiding her wand behind her.

Sebastian stepped further into the house. "I don't like the way you put your hands on MC," he said coldly.

"She is my wife," Eddie snarled. He whipped out his wand, aiming it at Sebastian. It was clear immediately that he wasn't much for dueling. Clearly, he was just a mouthy bully "I will touch her how I like."

Sebastian stepped to the side, slowly, deliberately, forcing Eddie to turn to keep his eyes on him. Now, MC was behind him, out of Eddie's line of sight. She looked at Sebastian over Eddie's shoulder, a subtle nod confirming that she understood. It was an old trick of theirs, the unstoppable team work they had shared back in the day.

"I don't think so," Sebastian said. "Nobody touches what belongs to me."

Eddie snorted. "I've got paperwork that says different."

"Paper can easily be turned to ashes," Sebastian said. He smirked. It had been a while since he'd been in a little sparring match. "Why don't we ask MC who she would prefer to tuck her in at night?"

Eddie's face spasmed with jealous fury and he aimed his wand. Sebastian dodged with ease, a chuckle leaving his lips. "Is that all you've got?"

Frustrated, Eddie tried again, and Sebastian copped a basic cast to the shoulder, his move not as quick this time, he was a little out of practise. Distracted by the hit, he didn't see Eddie lunge until it was too late. Eddie's fist collided with his jaw and Sebastian fell back, spitting blood.

"Depulso," MC snarled.

Bright white and blue magic shot across the kitchen and hit Eddie with its full blast. Eddie shot forward, his body slamming into the wall with a sickening thud. Sebastian scrambling out of the way just in time.

MC was gasping, her wand still pointed at Eddie. "Is he...is he..."

Sebastian bent to check and shook his head. "No," he replied. "He is alive."

MC sagged, her wand lowering. Sebastian was on his feet, wiping the blood from his lips as he went to her. He moved to touch her, hold her, but paused. He hovered, unsure. "MC..."

She looked up at him, tears shining in her eyes. She put away her wand and then her hands were on his face, tracing the lines of it, her touch gentle, assessing. "It's really you," she said.

He nodded, his smile rueful. "Sorry to disappoint."

She shook her head. "No, no, not at all," she breathed. She brushed her thumb softly near the corner of his mouth. "I've had dreams about you coming back to me. And now, you're really here."

"I've missed you," he said. His voice came out rough, emotions welling up inside of him. "You have no idea..."

She threw her arms around his neck, squeezing him tight. He held her, relishing the feel of her in his arms. "I missed you too," she whispered.

Sebastian glanced at the man slumped on the floor. Her husband. "What about him?"

MC relaxed her hold on him but didn't let go. She grimaced. "He meant well, once. Its not entirely his fault. I wasn't the best wife to him."

"Past tense?" Sebastian said. He quirked an eyebrow.

MC flushed. She looked up at Sebastian. "I don't love him," she said. "How could I when I still love you?"

"I'm a criminal now, MC," he smirked. "Haven't you heard?"

"Then that makes two of us," she said. She pressed her mouth to his, her kiss desperate, hungry. He returned the kiss, starved for the feel of her.

When she pulled back, she looked up at him. "I will do whatever it takes," she said. "But take me with you, whatever we have to do to be together, I will do it. I refuse to be parted from you, ever again."

He swallowed hard. How long had he waited for this moment? He held her to him, tightly.

Whatever it takes.

There was a lot to do, to explain, but now they had the rest of their lives to do it, together.

[idkwidatp]

Sk8 the infinity headcannons.

(⚠️tw for mentions of sh and ed)

• reki is transmasc

• Miya is a theater kid and was a gacha kid. He will randomly quote heathers out of the blue but it's never like semi-normal ones it's always like "what do think I'm gonna do with it take out her tonsils? I think I know heather a little bit better than you and if she were to slit her wrist the knife would be spotless. Is that better? can you see your fuckin' reflection in the thing?!" And everyone stares at him like:

●miya was really worried about reki when him and Adam beefed for the second time and had nightmares about about it for a while after it happened and he didn't tell anyone but one time he slept over at reki's house with langa and had one of these nightmares and he kinda had to tell them after that.

• Miya bullies kids on Roblox constantly

• Miya does the beach thing any chance that he gets when Joe is flirting with girls. Cherry has actually asked him to do it multiple times, because he's jealous and will not admit is but Miya knows.

• There have been multiple times where Miya has called Joe and Cherry 'mommy' and 'daddy' by accident unironically because he's made a habit out of ironically calling them that when joe is flirting with girls or when he just feels like messing with them

• Miya has an eating disorder and it went from him just eating things like protein bars to barely eating anything at all and one time when he had a beef at s he actually passed out because he had barely eaten in days and they all took him to the hospital and they were told that he was malnourished and they talked to him about it and it took a second but he did open up about it after a while and they had a group hug and everyone was very supportive of him and sweet about it and at every milestone reki is always the one that happiest for him like miya will be like "i've been clean for a month now! :)" and reki just takles him in a hug like "IM SO PROUD OF YOU!!!!!!!!!!"

• Reki has a past of self harm and he relapsed when he had that falling out with langa but he's clean now

• Miya and koyomi are besties and are constantly menaces to reki

(can you tell who my favorite character is?)

• one time reki got hurt skateboarding and it wasn't to big of an injury but it also wasn't a minor injury either and they took him to the hospital and Miya was obviously very anxious but Everytime that joe or langa would ask if he was okay he would just brush it off and say he was fine and then reki came out and said he was fine it was just a minor concussion Miya tackled him in a hug like "thank God!" And reki goes "are you crying?" And he says no but but definitely is and then he goes "idiot, slime...... I am glad you're okay though" and later when Miya isn't around reki's like "I forget he's only a kid alot of the time because he's so mature" and it's not because worrying about him is inherently childish but because that wasn't the way anyone else reacted and no one else was as worried as Miya because he's a kid and doesn't have the same reasoning as that an adult or even just someone older than him would have

• Miya plays stardew valley and he has only ever married seb and that's only in one save file and in every other save file he's roommates with krobus

• Miya's parents aren't abusive or neglectful he just has a dad whose work schedule is all over the place and a mom who travels for work alot so he just doesn't see them alot but he does have a good relationship with them

[adventuringblind]

Drive with you forever

Chapter 1.1: coming home

Max Verstappen x reader x Charles Leclerc x Lando Norris x Oscar Piastri

Summary: Seb brings reader home for the first time

Warnings: mentions of abuse and neglect

Notes: cute moments with Seb. This is what I live for.

Masterlist

Seb looks beside him to the passenger seat of his car. The small girl he'd met just a couple weeks ago is finally coming home with him.

Hanna had gone back sooner to get a few things ready for her. They are basically starting from scratch. She needs new clothes, her hair is matted, she's smaller than she should be. It didn't dawn on him when he said yes that she was coming to them like this.

But he wouldn't have it any other way. In their small cross-country trip, he'd already grown fond of her. Christian is going to kill him later for needing a week off, but again, he couldn't care less.

He would've been home sooner if it wasn't for all the legal things they needed to tie up. Now she's officially his, last name and everything.

It's definitely going to be interesting having a newborn and a teenager around.

Her head is leaned up against the window. Soft music is playing in the background. She looks at peace.

There is something about this girl he can't figure out. From what he's been told, living situation was nothing short of inhumane.

One of the first things they did when she was allowed to stay with him and Hanna, was getting her hair taken care of. It looked absolutely painful. Hanna called a friend of hers to come help.

The girl had flinched at every motion, but the woman was patient and gentle with her. The was the first time she asked Seb not to leave her alone.

It was then they were told that the amount of neglect it takes for that to happen is ridiculous. The odd fatherly instinct that Seb has always had was kicked into gear. Maybe that's the reason he feels so connected to her.

Now her hair is a way that she wants it. The tears of joy she cried made him and Hanna shed a few as well.

Seb pulls into the driveway of his home. The girl perks up at the sight, frantically looking at him and then the house. It's not small by any means, but its peaceful and relatively secluded. A piece of land he intends to make into something great.

He parks and exits the car. Then he moves around the outside to open her door. "Welcome home."

Cautious. Every move she makes is cautious.

Even as they enter the house it's like she moves as if someone is going to jump out at her around every corner. He takes special notice of the way she touches nothing aside from the ground, and her steps are silent. She walks in a way that assures she won't make a sound.

Sebastian shows her around the house, making note of the most important places for her to remember. When he opens the door to what is her room now, his smiles at her. "This is yours."

She peaks her head inside with caution. Then she mumbles a 'thank you'. Seb can see the outline of tears in her cheeks. It shatters him.

"It's completely yours. You can decorate it however you want."

"Decorate?"

"Like fill it with things, move the furniture around, anything you like." He explains. Her confusion only makes him wonder if she even had a room at her previous place.

He's not sure that she really understands yet, but she nods at him anyway.

"Why don't you get settled in, feel free to explore the house and I'll come find you when it's time to eat?" He suggested. Sebastian had learned that even if she agrees with them, maybe she'll start to see that she can say no.

~

Seb joined his wife in the kitchen. Determined to give the teen some space to adjust to her surroundings and help Hanna with dinner.

"I've never wanted to commit a murder more than I do in this moment." He groans, throwing his arms around the waist of his wife.

"And why is that?"

"Because she looks petrified to step a toe in the wrong place."

Hanna turns to face him. Her head now resting on his chest. "Good thing she's here now. I know you'll protect her."

It's definitely going to be a challenge. They are already new parents and now they are in charge of a teenager. But they are a team, and they'll figure it out together.

~

Seb once again watches the girl at the table. He feels clueless. She has done nothing but stare at her food with her head down and hands neatly folded behind her.

He's noticed that she usually hides if she is in desperate need of food. He caught her once looking for food and she quickly fell to her knees begging for his forgiveness.

They'd yet to have a dinner all together at a table. Now he has no idea how to help her and that tiny voice in the back of his mind is trying to tell him he's not cut out for this. An annoyance he shakes away.

Hanna whispers to him that she's going to feed the baby and asks if he'll be okay. If he's honest, he doesn't know. But he shakes his head yes anyway.

Something of an idea hits him. He's not sure if it's a good one and will have to find out the hard way.

He switches his spot which was originally across from her to next to her. She still doesn't look at him. "Can I ask you a question?"

This seems to get her attention. Her eyes barely move to look at him at she slowly nods her head yes.

"Were you not allowed to eat? With your dad?" He says it as gently and carefully as possible.

He can see the tears threatening to spill out of her eyes. She barely is able to shake her head yes.

"Well here you're allowed to eat whenever you want."

It's a barely even a whisper. "Really?"

"I wouldn't lie about something like that."

The smile despite the tears almost makes him cry too. He wants to, but they still have dinner to get through.

~

The first time Seb sees her Scars, he also feels the rage he feels every time something about her past home life shows itself.

Hanna had given her a pair of shorts and a tank top to wear to bed. The girl's night terrors caused her to wake up sweating and Hanna had suggested something more breathable to help the issue.

The teen came down to say goodnight before she turned in and Seb had the urge to call anyone who could tell him where her father is.

The lines litter a majority of her now visible skin. Some even look recent, the botched stitching still holding them together.

He doesn't care whether they are bleeding or not; he wraps all of them. It's not much, but it's Sébastien's way of helping.

It's interesting to him how she smiles at the gesture. She actually finds his franticness amusing.

So he does it for every cut after.

~

The first time Seb had come home from a race after she came to live with them, he brought her back a blanket.

He wasn't thinking too much about it. Just saw it on his way out and thought of her.

She, however, thought it to be the best thing she'd ever seen. Hanna said she never goes anywhere without it. Even has to pry it away from her to wash it.

It hadn't dawned on him that she's probably never had a comfort item before. That blanket is probably the most comforting thing she's ever received.

So, when he asked her one day if she'd had anything to eat all day (Hanna said she was struggling), she immediately dropped to her knees.

He felt strange. She'd done this a few times and often as a result of her feeling she did something wrong.

Seb grabbed the blanket off her bed and wrapped it around her, then got on his knees in front of her to make them level.

It's never sat well with him, the idea of having someone beneath him. It feels dehumanizing.

She buries herself it the blanket. Seb can see her body relax at the feeling.

She may not be his biological daughter. But he loves her as his own.

~

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[sugdenlovesdingle]

Instead of the hell plot of 2017, what storylines would you have liked to have seen for Aaron, Robert and robron?

I wish we'd seen Robert come to terms with his sexuality on screen tbh (more 2016 I guess). Writer Maxine said she'd wanted to write it too so I think we missed out. That, or for the Sugden brothers to actually work through their childhood trauma. They both deserved that.

Aaron...I'd have liked to have seen him a) get a dog and b) go to therapy properly instead of just when things are Really Bad. Especially after Gordon.

For robron I wish we'd seen them buy and renovate a house together (maybe Jacob's Fold at the time), as after the Gordon stuff it would have been a nice, gentle kind of bonding thing for them, building their first home together.

(we got a tiny bit of this with Mill but let's face it, it wasn't really robron's house, it was Liv and Aaron's). 🥰

The boys really needed more happy stuff tbf.

That last line is such a mood anon.

I would have liked them to actually elope and get married in Vegas - and I don't know if the UK recognises Vegas marriages (I know the Dutch government doesn't - or didn't at least) so they could still have the Big Dingle Village Wedding to make it legal.

and then definitely buying a house together and making it their home - Robert's name on the papers as well as Aaron's. Liv could have still lived with them but it would have been THEIR house - not Liv's. I liked the Mill - especially since Robert lived there with Jack when he was little (I think - I read that somewhere) and definitely a dog (or two).

Funny how you mention a dog - there was an interview with Danny in today's metro newsletter where he mentioned how Aaron has lost so much in life - including his dog.

and as much as I love Seb, no Incident with Rebecca. Surrogacy with her carrying the baby and agreeing to co-parent when it's born would have been acceptable, but robron deciding to have kids and going the surrogacy route themselves, at their own pace, would have been better.

Maybe some long lost Sugdens coming back to the village, or the farmhand Jack caught Robert with, or robron working together against something or someone. We got a tiny bit of that with the Joe Tate stuff but that was more Robert scheming and Aaron yelling at him for scheming.

Just anything but the prison/abuse/spice/fight/incident/break up hell plot!

[pain-in-the-butler]

Have you ever considered what a meeting of Alois would've been like with the current Dadbastian development? The anime and the 2nd season were both pretty bad in terms of uncomfortable fanservice and handling things very disrespectfully, but thinking back on Alois' character now as an adult, I really pity him as a clearly traumatised and intensely disturbed child, who through abuse has, much like Ciel, developed more 'adult behaviour' that is not appropriate for his age as a defence mechanism. It's probably thinking a bit too optimistically for Dadbastian to extend concern for those outside of his immediate phantomfam, but would you think that maybe, just maybe, Alois could trigger the same kind of protective urges as Ciel? Alternatively, if you were to write something similar to Coattails but instead for Alois and co, do you have any headcanons on how you'd otherwise depict their relationship? Dad Claude? Dlaude??? Thank u for indulging my whimsical ass & sorry for the wordvomit

Hi, anon! As a fellow whimsical ass, I'll do my best to answer your question. Boy, okay, lots to consider here...

First off, I'm not entirely sure what you mean by the phrase "current Dadbastian development", but I'm going to assume you're referring to what's happening in Coattails because I don't think there's been any Dadbastian development in the manga that I've missed.

Second off, our feelings on Alois are the same. I was nineteen when season 2 came out and I didn't like it at all, I found its handling of certain themes pretty deplorable and I mean. It was a mess. At the time, I felt indifferent to disturbed by Alois, and ultimately just went away pretending the whole season never happened. However, the current fandom has made me realize that Alois is a character with a lot of potential who was definitely in the wrong hands. It's very sweet to me how many fans still care for him as if he were their adopted son and have come out with some extremely creative and realized content of him. It gives me a better appreciation for him and what he could have been.

So now to actually attempt your question. Again, assuming you're asking about Coattails, Sebastian is only really interested in being a parent to Ciel and a caretaker of varying degrees to the rest of the Phantomfam members. I think he would be able to feel sympathy for Alois's situation, but he's no bleeding heart. I'm not really sure what the scenario is here where somehow Alois and Sebastian are getting to know each other and also Alois might want Sebastian to help him over another person already in his life? It's a little difficult to answer...

And if it was in regards to canon Seb, well... yeah, he's pretty disinterested in anyone that doesn't directly benefit or threaten his contract. I don't think he would do anything to make Alois's life better.

While I hate canon Claude, I certainly think fan content can utilize him as a father figure if they made some tweaks to his character. My bud Em has explored that in this fanfic that I enjoy, and I think she's probably a better judge of Dad-Claude than I could ever be (she might even write a longer story about it someday!). Sort of going off her example, I would keep Claude's awkward/stiff personality intact and get rid of his bad-touch vibes (obviously). Unlike Coattails Sebastian, who is accustomed to big emotions but is new to love specifically, I don't think Coattails Claude would be used to feeling anything outside of his own control. He's also not very playful so he would probably have to learn to let go of things and I just realized I'm describing Bambi's dad's journey in Bambi II so god fucking dammit I did it again—

tl;dr there are so many people who can answer this question better than I just did but uhhhh I hope this was okay 💁‍♀️

[blorbocedes]

This is not important, but I sometimes feel like a hypocrite when watching F1 fandom discourse these days bc ppl who don't like Max usually say he's not a good racer when like. No. MV is a huge talent and as someone who loves Seb I would've liked him (RBR young champion storyline and all). At this point my only objection to him is only by proxy: I really, really dislike the Piquets and that's his in laws.

that's fair, you don't have to like anyone you don't like. like I wish max didn't associate with the piquets, the same way I wish lewis didn't associate with known rapist ansel elgort and vacationed this new years' with abusers like shaun white and jared leto. but then judging a driver by proxy of his relationships, it's like where do you draw the line is up to you... checo's dad uses his name for further his political career, carlos' dad votes for the fascist party in spain. none of these men r clean. but on a racing standpoint you cannot deny max is extremely talented, and at the end of the day the racing is what I watch f1 for; not so much policing a multimillionaire's personal life.