#I love you Ann❤

[destiel-wings]

272. matthew cuthbert | ANNE WITH AN E

[stressleches]

Thank you so much ❤I was thinking that yn is Toms gf and is very loved by his fans as well, but also because she's a book author and tries her best to stay put of the spotlight("my books speak for me") and let Tom shine. Her aura is just super mesmerizing. I was thinking she could be a horror author( like the love child of Stephen King and Anne Rice) and Tom is her #1 fan. What do you think?

Bookworm | Tom Blyth

a/n: Thanks so much for requesting I love this idea since I also love reading and inspire to be an author myself. Feedback is appreciated and requests are open!

tomblyth Hard at work 🖤 @ynusername

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user1 LET HER COOK 🔥

user3 this may be my sign to start reading her books skskskskksksks

↳ user2 you def should I love her writing

user5 Tom has a gf?!?

↳ user1 Yes but she doesn’t post much since she wants to keep out of the spotlight

↳ user5 respect

user4 I know for a FACT Tom made that cup of coffee for her

↳ user3 yep!! I think he mentioned it in an interview before

ynusername trying to write but I’m getting distracted by the view @tomblyth

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user3 caption is so real

user4 if Tom was in front of me I’d be distracted by him too

user1 me during finals with that one Tom Blyth edit iykyk 😫

↳ user2 A MAN A MAN A MAAAAAN

user3 not me opening up booktok after seeing this

↳ user6 do you think YN knows about booktok?!?

↳ user1 I wonder if Tom knows about booktok because of her skskskskksks

↳ user3 her horror stories are so booktok coded fr

tomblythdaily Tom during the press tour for tbosas where a fan asked him to sign @ynusername newest addition to her horror series

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user4 we love a supportive bf

user1 omw to get a copy 🏃🏻‍♀️💨

user5 babe wake up new horror book just dropped by @ynusername

user2 they better turn one of her books into a movie already she deserves it

↳ user3 facts!! especially since Tom is her #1 fan and an actor he could easily star as the lead

↳ user4 Tom in a horror film written by YN we’d love to see it 👀

user6 was a YN fan before a Tom Blyth fan but I love seeing how they support each other

↳ user1 power couple fr!

tomblythupdates Tom is confirmed to play the lead in @ynusername film adaptation of her #1 best selling horror series. Follow us for more updates!

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user6 I’m so proud of her

↳ user2 same 😭

user3 SHE DID THAT

↳ user1 facts!!

user5 the fact that her book is being made into a movie and her bf gets to star in it is so inspiring to me 🥹

↳ user4 she’s winning at life

user6 @ynusername is saving the horror genre of 2024

↳ user1 she’s been saving it since her first book release

↳ user7 I haven’t read the books yet but now I want to

user1 Stephen King who? I only know YN ☕️

↳ user6 and I oop-

[hehehe-being-nice-anonomously]

Okay, so basically, I don't talk to people on here. At all. Ever. I just float around watching other people have friends and relationships. But, I'm also to socially awkward to actually try to have friends online(or irl tbh); so instead. I decided to make a one time use sideblog to tag a bunch of people who are mutuals or who I follow that mean a lot to me, interact with my posts a lot(or you used to), or I just appreciate seeing on my dash. Yall are fucking amazing and you make the world a better place. I would love to be friends with all if you, but honestly for some reason I'm overthinking it way too much 🙃. You guys make me happy, you make me smile, you make me laugh, and you improve my day every day. You are handpicked from my followed blogs as my favorites 😅. I want you to know that you're appreciated greatly. Keep yourselves safe and healthy and happy. Don't try to find out who I am, just take the message. Keep spreading happiness in the world 🥰. I love yall❤(also I'm really nervous I forgot some people, so if you happen to see this at all, you can take this message and pass it on too)

@nightgoodomens @chronic-pessimist @frenchfryqueen69 @paintedp0rtraitgirl @bassguitarinablackt-shirt @theshyqueergirl @anne-is-okay @weirdly-specific-but-ok @fuckingayassbitch @ineffablebookgirl @proudlyunicorn @gleerant @smartsxylacyy @alexthescaredenby @meerealsssss @stars-over-ice-cream @a-wondering-thought @i-will-sing-no-requiem @theres-an-endless-starry-sky @pessimistic-gh0st @moonysfavoritetoast @dyeinggoosenoises @fourwingedsnake @in-the-sweet-november-rain @demonicsymphony @halucynator @s0lit4ir3 @dumbass-lesbian @mx-typewriter @professional-termite @fuckyeahgoodomens @indecisivebitch3000 @thediamondarcher @5ducksinatrenchcoat @ava-taylors-version @rissipluto @sparksssflytv @cyanide-sodapop @lunabelova1122 @trolliworms @radioxlast @accio-atticus @loaf-of-soup @neck-thats-made-for-bruising @sandwichfilledwithbees @person4924 @occasionally-wise-boy @starchaser-lily @blunt-force-therapy @my-castles-crumbling

It's not letting my tag the rest of yall so I'll reblog w/ the rest. Give me a minute (sorry)

[calicozmbie]

hey guys! This is my first post on here..I’ve been wanting to write for tumblr for a while but I haven’t gotten around to it til now. I’ve put together this Instagram concept so I hope you enjoy lovelies! ❤︎︎

INSTAGRAM CONCEPT

Pairing: Harry styles x fem!reader

Summary: For a few months y/n and harry have practically vanished from social media, and the public, until one day when a singular post from the two of them makes the fans freak out.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟

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yourinstagram baby styles on board

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Harrystyles so excited to be starting this new chapter with you x 🤰

harryfan1 I’M CRYING

ynfan3 oh my GOD!! WHATT??

Annetwist I’m over the moon for you two! I’m going to be a grandma!

yourinstagram @/Annetwist thank you Anne!

Florencepugh my bestie is having a baby!!

yourinstagram @/florencepugh ahhhh!!

ynfan2 SHES HAVING A BABY! I’m so happy for them 🥹

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Harrystyles girl dad..

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yourinstagram you’re outnumbered styles

Harrystyles @/yourinstagram but I wouldn’t change it for the world

Gemmastyles I’m going to have a niece!! I’m so happy for you both💗

yourinstagram @/gemmastyles you’re gonna be an amazing auntie gem!

Annetwist a baby girl! xx

ynfan2 HARRY IS A GIRL DAD

harryfan4 SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP

harryfan2 I’m still in shock

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yourinstagram bump is bumping

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Harrystyles beautiful as ever

ynfan2 her bump is so cute🥹

Harryfan5 I still can’t believe they’re going to be parents omg

ynfan1 SHES SO BEAUTIFUL

Annetwist you look gorgeous sweetheart! How’s baby styles doing?

yourinstagram @/Annetwist thank you Anne! She’s doing great, she’s definitely enjoying kicking my ribs though lol

Harryfan3 I can’t get over how pretty she is

Harrystyles @/harryfan3 I know right, me either

Harryfan3 @/harrystyles WHAT?? I could cry😭

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Harryupdates1 Harry via Instagram stories

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Harryfan2 she’s so beautiful

Harryfan4 I’m so unbelievably happy for them!!!

Harryfan1 ‘gorgeous mama’ omgg

Ynfan3 he’s so happy and so am I🥹

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yourinstagram Wren Styles, 7lb 8oz. Welcome to the world honey.

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Harrystyles I am so proud of you y/n, thank you for making me a daddy.

yourinstagram @/harrystyles 🩷

Annetwist she’s perfect, @/harrystyles and @/yourinstagram..I’m so proud!

ynfan1 SHES HERE?!

harryfan3 where have you been?!

yourinstagram @/harryfan3 sorry..I was busy having a baby!!

ynfan7 OMGOMGOMG

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[pitconfirm]

hmm I hadn't considered glance before but now I want to know more - do you have and fic recommendations for them?

absolutely! going to shamelessly name my own fics first hehe:

Kamikaze — my first fic ever… one-sided enemies with benefits, where george maybe sort of gains feelings

Achilles’ Heel — a george/lance/fernando threesome after george’s win in austria....

as for my favourites by others, here are some that i think perfectly nail the glance dynamic:

the sweet disposition series by @userkritaaay — lance and george getting together after their respective shitty races in singapore last year, and the turmoil that comes with that... i think it's the perfect mix of sweet and angsty for this ship, and kriti absolutely nails george's inner voice throughout

The Worst Way to Love Someone is Quietly by @lil-shiro — angsty soulmate au where lance knows that they're soulmates but george doesn't... i love the through the years nature of it because i think the history of glance is something so pivotal to the ship

All Pain No Gain by @lil-shiro — some good old one-sided hate fucking. in Ann's own words, 'One of those nights where George lets out his frustration in the crevices of Lance’s body' :)))

Lesson Learned by @penaltyboxboxbox — college au where lance and george hook up, and george is mean about it 😁 i love george's resentment and judgy inner dialogue, and how lance is so teasing and lax and unbothered..

life on mars by @wewentcarracing — written by one of the pioneers of this ship... george runs into lance in the bathroom at a houseparty and they have a wonderfully awkward moment ❤

finger trap by @rivalism — as a lover of georgeture, this fic is everything to me... a short but vivid and humorous slice of glance porn, which really inspired the way i perceive this ship

[m-jelly]

Can I request a fix for Levi with a single parent!reader? Like reader and Levi are very close and are together, but Levi doesn't know they have a child, and no one but Erwin knows that the reader has a kid out there for one reason or another (up to you). So one day, Levi somehow finds out and meets their kid and notices how polite, well behaved and protective they are of the reader, and they absolutely love and adore Levi. Also maybe a sprinkle of the other vets and the 104th here and there? I hope my request isn't too much for you😅💕

Thank u a whole lot, and I absolutely adore your content❤

I'm going to change this request a bit because I don't know how the reader can keep a child secret from Levi while they're a couple. Plus, keeping a kid secret from your partner if you've been together as a couple is not the best way to start a relationship, because it starts with a lie? So, Levi knows there is a kid, he just hasn't met them yet.

Polite little man

Levi x fem!reader

Modern AU, fluff, romance, Mum reader, little boy, meeting the kid, established couple, sheriff Levi.

Levi and you have been dating for just over a month now and it is very serious. So, it's time to meet your son, Bjorn. Bjorn is a cute four-year-old with bright eyes, a big brain, a big heart and very polite. Levi and your son click right away with each other and have a wonderful playdate together.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn @bts-spnlvr12 @darkstarlight82 @emilyyyy-08 @notgoodforlife @demonic-bird

You knelt before Bjorn and helped him with his little outfit. He had cute trousers on, a smart shirt and an adorable jumper over. "There, all fixed."

Bjorn sighed. "Mummy, will he like?"

You cupped his cubby cheeks and kissed the end of his nose. "Levi will love your outfit. He'll think you look like a distinguished gentleman."

Bjorn giggled. "Thank you, Mummy."

You hummed a laugh. "You ready to go to the meeting spot?"

"Yes, Mummy."

You stood up and helped him put on his backpack. "You want me to put your shoes on?"

He hurried over to the shoes. "I can, mummy."

You put yours on and unlocked the front door. You smiled as he raced outside to the white picket fence gate and waited for you. You locked the door and walked over to him only to see Sasha, your neighbour, racing outside to see Bjorn and you.

Sasha waved to you and called your name. "Morning!"

You smiled sweetly and waved back. "Morning."

She leapt over your fence and jogged over. "Where you going? Am I not babysitting today?"

You shook your head. "Nope, today Bjorn is meeting Levi. So, Bjorn is coming with me."

"Oh, that's exciting for you Bjorn." She crouched down. "And look at you, you look so cool."

Bjorn gripped his jumper. "I am dressed to impress, like mummy says."

You laughed. "He's so cute."

Sasha smiled. "Bjorn? Levi will love you. You're a cool little guy and so smart. You've got this."

Bjorn grinned. "Thank you."

You reached over and took your son's hand. "Come on, little man. We can't be late."

"Bye-bye."

The two of you walked through your quiet and nice little town to the station to see Sheriff Levi, your boyfriend. The plan was you'd meet him at the station so Bjorn could see him in his uniform and his workplace, then you'd all go together on a fun outing.

You waved to Eren behind the welcome desk. "Morning, Eren. You on reception duty this morning?"

Eren smiled at you. "I am, yeah. I don't mind it, means I get to talk to people."

"That's good!"

He looked over his desk. "Who's this?"

You looked down at Bjorn. "This is my son, Bjorn. Say hello."

Bjorn gripped your hand. "Good morning, Mr."

Eren smiled. "Good morning to you too."

You pointed away. "We're off to see Levi, so I'll see you soon."

"Sure!"

You pulled Bjorn along and through the station until you reached Levi's office. "Okay, my little man, this is Levi's office. Do you want to knock?"

Bjorn nodded. "Please."

He lightly knocked and heard Levi's deep welcoming voice. Bjorn reached up and moved the handle. He pushed the door with your help and slipped inside. He stood there and held his little breath as he stared at Levi behind his desk in his sheriff uniform. He wasn't scared of Levi, but amazed and interested.

"Wow." His little voice caused Levi to look up. Bjorn looked at you as you stepped into the room, then back at Levi. "G-Good morning, Mr. I am Bjorn. I am four and a half years old and I love my mummy, woodland animals, bunnies and water!"

Levi walked over to him. "Good morning to you too, Bjorn." He knelt and offered his hand. "I am Sheriff Levi Ackerman. I am twenty six years old. I also love your mummy very much, as well as tea, the woods, bunnies and the ocean."

Bjorn shook Levi's hand. "Mummy is the best. I want mummy to smile all the time and be happny."

Levi smiled at how protective Bjorn was. "Of course, me too." He looked over Bjorn's outfit. "I love your outfit, did you pick that out?"

"Yes. The jumper has a bunny on it."

Levi chuckled. "I can see that, I like it."

Bjorn looked at you. "Mummy? I like him."

You blushed. "I'm glad. I love him a lot."

Bjorn turned to Levi. "You may kiss and hug my mummy."

Levi stood up and approached you. "Well?"

You wrapped your arms around Levi and hugged him as you giggled. "Happy to hug you." You pulled back a bit and kissed him. You whispered to him. "You're doing amazing."

Levi sighed. "I'm glad. I like him, he's so cute."

"He's the best." You pulled back and smiled at Bjorn. "You ready to go?"

Bjorn nodded. "Mm, I'm hungry, mummy. May I have something to eat?"

Levi ruffled Bjorn's hair. "We'll go to a nice diner. You can eat anything you want."

Bjorn's eyes sparkled. "Thank you!"

Levi picked up his sheriff's hat. "You want to wear my hat?"

"May I?" Bjorn bounced up and down. "Please, Mr."

Levi put his hat on Bjorn's head. "Perfect."

You giggled when you saw how big it was. "Looks cute."

Bjorn gripped his hat and looked up at you with a bright smile. "I love this."

"That's cute, Bjorn."

Bjorn held your hand and reached for Levi's "Let's go."

Levi took Bjorn's hand with a gentle smile. He walked with you outside and slowly relaxed. Levi noticed Erwin was doing his mayoral rounds, so he waved over to him. "Morning, Erwin."

Erwin waved. "Morning. Oh! If it isn't my favourite little man. Morning, Bjorn."

Bjorn grinned. "Morning, Mr mayor!" He looked up at Levi. "May I be picked up?"

Levi felt honoured. "Of course." He picked Bjorn up and sat him on his shoulders. "Hold onto my head, okay?"

Bjorn did as Levi asked. "Okay. So high!"

Levi held your son's little legs to keep him safe. "Fun, right?"

He giggled. "Yes! Thank you."

You reached over and lightly gripped Levi's upper arm. You all walked over to the local diner. You thought about what to eat and the next meet up you could have. You were thinking the next time Levi could come over and see what it's like looking after Bjorn with you.

Levi sat Bjorn in a little seat before taking his hat off. "Because you are such a distinguished little gentleman, I will take your hat off for you."

Bjorn smiled. "Hats off indoors."

"You're so polite." He chuckled and pulled you close. "After you, my beautiful love."

You squeaked as he kissed you and then let you get into your seat. You were next to Bjorn, just in case he needed help and you appreciate that Levi did that for you. You showed Bjorn the menu and talked him through what there was.

You smiled sweetly at him. "Want to share a hotdog and fries with mummy?"

Bjorn nodded. "Yes, please."

Levi closed his menu. "Are you sure?"

You smiled at Levi. "The hotdogs are huge here, I could never finish it by myself. I can eat like two thirds of it."

He hummed in thought. "You're right." He placed the orders and then hugged you close. "You're so beautiful."

You blushed. "Thank you, handsome."

You kissed Levi and then chatted as a little group. It brought you so much joy to see Bjorn and Levi getting on so well. Levi was making your son laugh so much with his silly jokes. You really felt like the three of you could be a family and that's all you ever wanted.

Levi adored you so much and he thought Bjorn was wonderful. Levi had been so nervous to meet Bjorn after hearing so much about him. The love he had for you was so strong that he was going to make you his forever love. So, getting along with Bjorn was so important. Bjorn was such a wonderful kid that they got on so naturally. All worries just washed away.

After eating, Bjorn was struggling to stay awake now he was full. You cleaned his little face and hummed a bit. "We should head home."

Levi smiled. "Want me to carry him?"

You smiled back. "If you don't mind. It'll be another bonding thing for you two."

Levi lifted Bjorn up and held him close. "I got you, little buddy."

Bjorn whined and gripped Levi's shirt. "Thank you, daddy Levi."

Levi tensed up a bit, it surprised him to hear that and yet he loved it. "You're welcome." He walked with you and whispered. "He called me daddy."

You giggled at the bright look in Levi's eyes. "I was nervous about today, but it's got incredibly well. Bjorn and you got on like you were actually father and son. Sorry, if that makes you uncomfortable."

"It doesn't, it makes me happy. We've talked about what we want in life and this relationship. We both want marriage and kids." He blushed. "I want you."

You leaned over and kissed him. "I want you too, Levi."

[shadowtriovibes]

bewitched, bothered, and bewildered

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

Rating: E

Word Count: 4.5K

Warnings: 18+, aged-up characters, explicit sexual content, loss of virginity, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected PIV sex, fluff and smut

Summary: "I would like to request Sebastian and MC wanting to have their first time and Seb being the bookworm he is doing some ~research in the restricted section on how to make MC feel good and when she discovers it finds it super sweet ❤"

Tonight he has a very specific quest as he wanders the underground stacks, keeping a mindful eye out for any nosy ghosts as he makes his way toward one of the sections he hasn’t ever had the mind to explore. A small piece of parchment is affixed to the end of the row, and in Scribner’s tight, precise scrawl he sees the words, "Sexually Explicit Materials." Sebastian smirks – precisely what he sought.

Throughout his years at Hogwarts, Sebastian has snuck into the Restricted Section of the library more times than he can recall.

It’s almost too easy to cause a distraction, conceal himself with Disillusionment and slip past Scribner to pick the lock and let himself into Hogwarts’ most valuable collection of rare books, obscure manuscripts, and other magical oddities deemed too advanced (or dangerous) for the average student.

As long as Peeves is otherwise occupied, he usually finds what he’s looking for without incident.

However, it’s been a while since Sebastian has found himself in need of a book from this particular section. Ever since you’d used Isadora’s magic to pull Anne’s curse from her frail body and store it in a goblin-made metal locket, he’d kept his word and avoided practicing any sort of Dark Arts.

He simply doesn’t need to anymore.

(...He still reads about it sometimes. But how else will he know what to avoid?)

Tonight he has a very specific quest as he wanders the underground stacks, keeping a mindful eye out for any nosy ghosts as he makes his way toward one of the sections he hasn’t ever had the mind to explore.

A small piece of parchment is affixed to the end of the row, and in Scribner’s tight, precise scrawl he sees the words, “Sexually Explicit Materials.”

Sebastian smirks – precisely what he sought.

It’s an open secret amongst Hogwarts’ more senior students that somewhere hidden within the Restricted Section was an entire shelf of books all about, well… relations. Witches would whisper to each other about how they could probably find out everything they’d ever wanted to know about the mysterious opposite sex.

The wizards just hoped that could find some illustrations.

At least a few times per year, some ambitious students would attempt to get a teacher’s permission to access such books, but most failed. Sebastian, not willing to risk being turned down, figured it would be better to ask forgiveness if he was caught “borrowing” a few books rather than seek someone like Sharp’s permission.

He peered closely at the spines as he crept down the length of the aisle.

Smethwyk’s Guide to Marital Relations… Magickal Self-Knowledge… Sexual Behaviour in the Contemporary Wizard… Bewitching the Fairer Sexe…

That last one piques his interest.

He slides it off the shelf and gingerly opens the front cover, hoping that the book won’t start to sensually moan (or worse) and alert the librarian of his presence. Mercifully it remains silent, so he eagerly starts to flip through its pages.

Oh, there are illustrations and then some. The magical kind that move, at that.

Sebastian knows that if anyone were to catch him right now, he’d be terminally embarrassed. But he’s determined to read this book from cover to cover – not merely out of curiosity, but because he has a purpose now.

Since the two of you had decided to make the leap from friends to something more, you’ve already shared so many lovely milestones. To Sebastian, they were all meaningful: the first time you’d kissed, the first time you’d felt each other through your clothes, the first time you’d both had to spring apart and catch your breaths because things had gotten very intense very quickly. (That last memory is one of his favorites to relive.)

But earlier that week, you’d sprung on him that you were ready.

“Ready?” he’d asked dumbly.

“Ready,” you breathed, kissing down his jaw to his neck while you squirmed impatiently in his lap. “For you, for more.”

“You want more?” Sebastian sighed contently, tipping his head back so you can suck one of those claiming bruises you love to put on him. “We have all night, love, and I’m certainly in no rush.”

“I mean for sex,” you blurted out.

“Y-you said you’re ready for…?” he stammered. “W-well, I mean–”

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything,” you mumbled, immediately backing off. “You must think me truly wicked for even suggesting it.”

In fact, Sebastian wasn’t thinking much of anything at that moment. But he forced himself to focus and reassure you that he wasn’t upset with you at all.

He’s quite interested, it’s just… he feels hopelessly ignorant.

He knows you lived in the Muggle world until you were fifteen, and that there’s no such compunction about talking about sexual relations at that age within non-magic spaces. Witches and wizards remain staunchly conservative on the matter, however, and generally the topic of “marital intimacy” is firmly taboo in public at Hogwarts.

Students are undoubtedly curious, but many will remain pretty naive until they leave school.

You, however, are not ignorant. He’s fairly confident you’ve never indulged in that sort of behavior with anyone else, but your knowledge of what witches and wizards do together, what the two of you might do together is assuredly more robust than his own.

He simply can’t have that.

Sebastian slips Bewitching the Fairer Sexe into his school bag and sneaks back out of the library. He doesn’t crack it open again until he’s back in the dormitory with the curtains pulled tightly around his bed.

At first he doesn’t bother casting Silencio, because that’s not what this is about. He’s stubbornly focused on learning from this text, not on becoming distracted by all the enchanted illustrations of the erogenous zones of a witch’s body, or where exactly one should touch between her thighs to bring her to her climax, or even how a wizard can use his mouth to pleasure her…

Merlin, who is he kidding? Better do a Silencio just in case.

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Sebastian clings to that book for nearly a full week before he’s caught.

By you, no less, which is horrifically embarrassing.

He’d even kept it hidden from his dormmates with the exception of Ominis, who can always tell when he’s got a secret. He just assures Sebastian that he couldn’t care less about a smutty book as long as it doesn’t involve any phonic components.

But he’d left it underneath his pillow with a single corner sticking out, and that’s all it took for you to find it when you let yourself into the seventh-year wizards’ room to borrow one of your love’s scarves for your afternoon walk down to Hogsmeade.

When you don’t return quickly, Sebastian goes upstairs to track you down.

He’s horrified to discover you sitting cross-legged on his bed, lazily flipping through the book.

“That’s not mine,” he blurts out in a panic.

“It was on your bed,” you counter, barely looking up from its pages. “Under your pillow, even.”

“You’re snooping through my things?” he demands as he feels himself flush red.

“Obviously,” you scoff. “Like you wouldn’t do the same if you could get into my room.”

“That’s not the point,” he insists. “I – will you quit looking at that?!”

“Why?” you ask, raising an eyebrow. “It’s really quite informative, this book of yours. Not a bad resource.”

He anxiously runs a hand through his hair and mutters, “Merlin’s beard.”

“You know what might have been easier, though?” you say, finally closing the book and leaning over to drop it on Sebastian’s side table.

When he doesn’t answer, you get up from the bed and cross the room to him before taking his hands and placing them firmly on your waist.

“You could have just asked me,” you say softly.

He immediately makes a face.

“What?” you protest.

“I just… I wanted to figure out what I’m doing before coming to you,” he admits. “Felt like I was supposed to.”

“Why’s that?” you ask softly, winding your arms around his shoulders.

“I’m a wizard,” Sebastian says as if it’s supposed to be obvious. “I’m not supposed to be so clueless.”

You gently remind him, “But you’ve never had a girlfriend.”

“You’ve never had a boyfriend,” he retorts.

“Sure, but I had Muggle friends,” you explain. “They talk about sex, they’re not as repressed as you wizards.”

“If you think I’m repressed, may I introduce you to Ominis?” Sebastian jokes, and you roll your eyes fondly.

“All I’m saying is, I may know a thing or two,” you murmur as you raise up onto your tiptoes to kiss him. “And we can always talk about what we want.”

As you kiss him, Sebastian stubbornly thinks, I know a thing or two as well now.

His hands drift from your waist down to your hips as he pulls you closer, earning a soft sigh from you that makes him smile against your lips.

“Tell me what you want then,” he asks as his hands continue sliding down to your ass.

“Right now?” you ask softly. “Here?”

“If you want,” he offers. “Everyone else is out for the day, we have all afternoon.”

“Yes,” you gasp, and Sebastian isn’t sure if you’re agreeing with him or reacting to him slipping his hands underneath your skirt to feel your bare skin.

He steals a few more increasingly urgent kisses before breaking away from you to put a quick locking spell on the door.

You return to Sebastian’s bed while he shrugs off his jacket, promptly abandoning it on the floor. His vest and shirt follow while you watch with an expectant look.

Before reaching for his belt, he skeptically looks you up and down. “Why aren’t you taking your clothes off?”

“I was hoping you would do it for me,” you say softly.

Merlin, you are absolutely going to be the death of him one of these days.

Thoughts of his belt abandoned, Sebastian joins you on the bed and cups your face in his hands so he can thoroughly kiss you before getting to work taking off your uniform. By now you’ve both seen a fair bit more of each other than you have of anyone else, but never like this – never fully bare.

Your vest and tie are simple enough as they’re just like his own, but once he starts unbuttoning your shirt, he reveals a whole new layer: a thin chemise that sits just below your shoulders tucked inside a simple white corset that cinches your waist. Its seams drew clear attention to your breasts, and Sebastian wishes he could simply charm the damn thing right off you.

However, he remembers from his reading that you might enjoy being rid of it by his hands instead, slowly building the sort of anticipation that his book had claimed witches crave in the bedroom.

He feels vindicated each time your breath hitches when he slips open another one of the corset’s delicate hooks. Once the garment goes slack and falls open to your sides, he enthusiastically slides his hands beneath your chemise and cups your breasts in his hands.

“Touch me,” you groan, arching your back.

“I am touching you,” he teases.

You whine frustratedly and place your hands over his through your shirt, encouraging him to properly take hold of you.

That won’t do, Sebastian thinks. He wants to reassure you that he is not naive to your pleasure, that he knows exactly where he needs to touch you to drive you mad.

He’s read that you’re sensitive here, especially when you’re wanting for touch. He drags his thumbs over your nipples, both at the same time, and you sigh his name.

If he hasn’t already been growing hard in his trousers, that certainly would have done it.

“Touch you here is what you meant, hmm?” he murmurs as he rubs slow circles over your tender peaks. “Let’s try to be more specific next time, love.”

You don’t even bother telling him to bugger off, which lets him know he’s gotten you worked up already.

You pout endearingly when Sebastian removes his hands from your chest. He assuages you with a quick kiss before coaxing you into arching your back for him again so he can toss the corset to the floor. Then he pulls your chemise up over your head and quickly chucks it away as well. Now he can actually see your chest, already flushed pink from just his hands.

You cry out when he licks one of your stiff nipples and takes it into his mouth. He moans into your skin and sucks at you, remembering having read to be gentle with you here. You reward his efforts by twisting your fingers into his curls to hold him against your breast and stroking your thumb along his hollowed cheek.

Amused, he recalls being a younger student and hearing some of the seventh-year insisting that witches tasted like a wide range of things. Often they insisted the taste was either floral or sweet like sugar candies, but one of them had even claimed he’d pressed his lips to his girlfriend’s chest and tasted elderflower wine.

You don’t taste like any of those things. On his tongue Sebastian notices only the clean taste of warm skin, like when he kisses your neck, and maybe a lingering note of the rosewater perfume you sometimes wear. It’s heady and human and maddeningly perfect.

“Just like that, Seb,” you whine.

Beneath him, your legs fall open wider and your skirt is rucked up to the middle of your thighs. Sebastian thinks it’s a crying shame you’re even still wearing the silly thing, so he pulls away from you with a filthy wet sound and reaches for the clasp at the side of your skirt.

“Lift up,” he murmurs and you tilt your hips so he can tug your skirt down. He easily hooks his thumbs into the waistband of your undergarments as well so that he can get you naked all at once.

You’re a sight straight from one of his daydreams like this – nude and flushed all over with your legs spread in his bed.

He grips his cock through his trousers to give himself some much-needed relief while you observe with a covetous stare.

“I want to see you,” you tell him. “And don’t you dare say ‘you can already see me’ or some nonsense, I want to see your cock.”

“As you wish, love,” he says cheekily.

After undoing his trousers, Sebastian shoves them and his own undergarments down to the middle of his thighs. He can’t resist the urge to stroke himself a few times before letting you take a look.

As far as “wand lengths” go, he never much worried about comparing himself to others; he thought he could safely say that he was at least average. Now though, the seconds feel like minutes underneath your gaze. You’re quite red in the face and your eyes are wider than usual, and he suddenly realizes that it’s the first time anyone else has ever looked at him like this.

He didn’t think it would feel that significant, but it does.

“Well?” Sebastian asks teasingly, desperate for you to say something.

Finally, you stutter, “W-well, you’re definitely bigger than my fingers.”

“Your fingers?” he says. “You mean when you…?”

“Yes,” you squeak. “And now I’m nervous it’s going to hurt.”

He frowns. “Oh.”

“B-but I want to!” you quickly insist. “I just think, um. Maybe we can start with something else?”

“Love,” Sebastian murmurs fondly, leaning down to kiss your jaw. “Of course we’re going to work our way there, I wasn’t ever going to just put it in right away.”

“No?” you sigh distractedly.

“Aren’t you witches supposed to love foreplay?” he teases. “I read all about it in my book.”

“What’s that?” you ask him.

He raises an eyebrow and you continue to stare at him expectantly.

“I thought you were supposed to ‘know a thing or two,’” he says. “Foreplay is everything we do before the actual, er. Penetrative part. Surely you weren’t expecting to just…?”

Everything Sebastian had read had told him that under no circumstances should he press inside you without ensuring you were prepared. He’d poured over the illustrations that instructed him how to use his fingers to stimulate you, how to help acclimate you to feeling full before he filled you with his cock. (He learned he could even use his tongue to do the job, which sounds bloody brilliant.)

“I – I don’t know,” you admit. “I mean, I know you’re going to go inside. And I know how I use my fingers on myself sometimes, but I just…”

You trail off sheepishly. “Maybe I didn’t know as much as I thought.”

Sebastian is quite pleased by this turn of events. “Bet you’re glad I found that book then, aren’t you?”

You scoff and spread your legs a little bit wider. “Let’s see it then, you know-it-all. Show me this ‘foreplay’ of yours.”

He quickly shoves his pants the rest of the way off and kneels between your legs, one hand gently resting on the lowest part of your stomach. He thinks you’re even lovelier between your thighs than the illustrations, with your taut, delicate skin flushed pink and glistening wet at your entrance.

“Just one to start,” he mumbles to himself, pressing the tip of his middle finger against your slit with his palm up just as he’d learned.

Your body opens up for Sebastian so beautifully that if he didn’t know any better, he’d think that this must surely be some kind of ancient magic in itself – perhaps a primordial form as old as wizardkind.

His mouth on you earlier has gotten you plenty wet, and inside you’re soft as silk and feverishly warm. He curses under his breath at the realization that soon enough, he’ll feel this on his cock. (He has no idea how he’ll ever be able to go back to his own hand and some salve after this.)

“Good?” he asks you distractedly.

“Yes,” you sigh.

He glances up to check your expression and finds that your eyes have slipped shut, and there’s a blissful smile on your lips.

Determined to keep you focused, Sebastian murmurs, “Tell me how you use your fingers on yourself.”

“I – I usually use two, maybe three,” you admit shyly. “But my hands are smaller than yours.”

“Do you like to think about anything while you touch yourself?” he asks in a low voice.

You whine like you’re overwhelmed, but your hips cant toward his hand and he can tell what you’re asking for. He pulls out until just the tip of his finger is inside you, and then he presses back in with his index finger tucked alongside it.

“Yes, Seb,” you whimper.

“Go on then, tell me what you think about,” he croons. “I’ll tell you what I think about if you do.”

He starts to fuck his hand into you like that, burying two long fingers in you all the way to the knuckle. Watching you take him inside you like this is a thousand times more captivating than any illustration in any smutty book that’s ever been published, he’s sure of it.

“I can’t,” you protest. “We aren’t supposed to — that’s dirty, talking about that.”

“Dirtier than this?” he asks wryly. “Love, you can tell me anything.”

You stay stubbornly silent until Sebastian presses his thumb to that swollen nub that peeks out just above your entrance, the one that looks like it’s aching to be touched. Just the lightest touch elicits a broken moan out of you.

“Tell me what you think about and I’ll give you a third finger,” he bargains.

“P-please,” you beg. “I just – I just think about you, you on top of me, what your body looks like, it’s always just you.”

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” he taunts as he makes good on his word and starts to press his ring finger in alongside the other two.

This time there’s noticeably more resistance. You were right, you do have smaller hands than him and his three longer, masculine fingers are more of a stretch than you typically give yourself. Sebastian laves more attention onto your clit, pressing his thumb against you a bit harder to distract you. You’re still plenty wet, and he assumes that’s a promising sign.

Your brow is furrowed in concentration as you try to relax for his fingers, but you nevertheless remember to demand that he tell you his fantasies.

“You want to know what I think about?” he asks casually. “It’s been the same thing for a while, really.”

“W-what is it?” you ask, stuttering a little when he succeeds in pressing all three fingers deep inside you.

“It’s you, in my bed, moaning my name, begging for me to fuck you,” he tells you. “Every time I stroke myself off, that’s all I need.”

He punctuates each detail with a thrust of his hand. You’re slick all over by now, and Sebastian has to imagine that a lesser wizard would give up at this point and eagerly replace his fingers with his cock.

But he’s not done with you yet. He’d been quite surprised to learn from that wonderful book that many witches can reach multiple climaxes in a row, provided they’re being seen to by a courteous wizard. He wants to give you your first right now, before he becomes distracted by chasing his own.

“Are you going to come, love?” Sebastian asks. “Just from my fingers?”

“N-no, I want to wait until you’re inside me,” you protest weakly, but your hips are rocking up to meet him with every thrust of his hand.

“Let me make you come like this,” he bargains. “I’m not going to stop at one, darling, I’ll make sure you’re completely satisfied.”

Your thighs are properly trembling now – Merlin, you must be right on the edge. That’s when Sebastian gets the idea of leaning down and replacing his thumb on your clit with his tongue.

Immediately his world goes dark as you clamp your thighs around his head and wail.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” you chant as he seals his lips against your skin. “Seb, please!”

He feels you get even tighter around his fingers when you come. He can barely even move them for several long seconds, so he focuses instead on drawing out your pleasure with his mouth. You hold him there with your legs until you can’t take the stimulation anymore, and when he pulls out of you and sits back on his heels, he imagines he must look mad.

Hair mussed, pupils blown, lips wet… you’ve made an utter fiend out of him.

“Suppose I did alright, then,” he observes with a smirk.

“Sebastian,” you sigh weakly. “Come kiss me.”

He bends down so you can wordlessly express your thanks with a lewd kiss – one that tastes like your own body’s release. It’s erotic, and wanton, and it reminds Sebastian of his aching, ignored cock that’s assuredly leaking all over his sheets by now.

“You must be in a dire state by now,” you observe, lips brushing against his.

“That’s an understatement,” he jokes. “I think I might faint if I wait any longer.”

“Then don’t wait,” you coo. “Go on, Seb, you can.”

He clenches his jaw hard when he sits back to guide his cock against your entrance. There’s no way he’s going to last long in this state, not with you spread open and waiting for him like this. Squeezing his hand around the base of his cock helps a bit while he sinks inside you, but he still feels overpowered by the immensity of the feeling of filling you up.

“Merlin, you’re big,” you hiss. “B-but it’s okay, I’m okay.”

“You’re sure?” he manages to ask.

You press your hands to his bare chest and he understands that it’s a wordless plea for him to pause, just for a moment. It’s pure torture, but he remains still inside you while you adjust.

“Merlin,” you whisper. “You’re really… we’re really…”

“I’m begging you, don’t say another word,” Sebastian grits out. “Or this will be over right now.”

You giggle, flattered by his admission, and even the motion of your body laughing threatens to put him over the edge.

“You know I don’t care about that,” you tell him softly. “Forget about your pride. I just want you to feel as good as you made me feel.”

Now Sebastian is the one at a loss for words, merely moaning as you drag your hands down his chest to his hips and encourage him to move.

Once he starts, he can’t stop. He tries to remember everything he’d read in that damn book: maintain a steady rhythm, don’t pull out all the way, keep pleasuring her with your hands…

Most of it he quickly disregards. He thinks to himself, how could he be doing this wrong? This feeling, fucking you, it feels like an instinct he never knew he had. He has to fill you over and over with his cock, he simply must.

And judging by the way you’re arching your back and crying out his name while he slams into you, he’s not leaving you unsatisfied.

In fact, he nearly sees stars when you slip a hand between your bodies and hurriedly rub at your clit until you’re coming again in what has to be some sort of record time. Only this time, when you reach your peak and your walls tighten around his cock, there’s nothing he can do to stop himself from falling right over the edge with you.

Sebastian feels properly spent by the time you both come back to your senses. Still buried inside you, he can feel how he’s filled you up with his release. It satisfies something in his feral hindbrain that much prefers spilling inside of you rather than his own hand.

He sees it start to leak out of you when he pulls out, and he recalls reading that a good wizard should offer his witch a rag to clean up after such a marvelous ending. He attempts to climb off the bed to track one down but you hook your leg behind his knee and whine for him to stay.

“I just want to get you–”

“No, I don’t need anything but you,” you insist, reaching for him to tug him down against your body.

Sebastian bests you when it comes to both height and breadth, but you don’t seem to mind his weight pinning you to the mattress. (Though even if you did, there’s hardly room for the two of you to lie beside each other in one of Hogwarts’ infuriatingly small beds.)

You’re both quiet for a while as you enjoy the simplicity of each other’s company, occasionally sharing a few lazy kisses or a whispered reminder of your love.

Eventually, Sebastian drawls, “I reckon I can return that book now.”

“Hold on,” you counter. “There may be some more tricks in there that we might want to try next time.”

“You dirty minx,” he laughs. “I suppose I’ve ‘bewitched’ you, have I?”

“Sebastian Sallow, I was bewitched by you quite long ago,” you tell him. “But we’ll have to wait and see whether that dirty book of yours gives you any more brilliant ideas for what to do with me.”

He thinks he quite likes the sound of that.

[that-girl-glader]

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[neerons]

Hi!! I’m not sure if you’ve answered this question before but could you help me understand how kei and kai got their identities swapped when they ran into each other as children and hence kei’s feelings of guilt toward his brother? I couldn’t quite catch that part of the plot. Thanks!

Hi! Sure no problem ❤

Warning: Mentions of cannibalism

How did Kai and Kei switch places and fates at Caleb's house?

Here are a few key points to remember to understand the rest of the story:

The Romleys, a family of earls, and the St. Alfans, a family of dukes, share a friendly relationship

Kei's and Kai's father is the duke of St. Alfans, and their mother is a nun (taboo relationship)

At birth, the twins were separated, with Kai living as the duke's "younger brother" to hide his true identity as his son, while Kei was sent in an orphanage

Kei was then taken in as Emma and Cyrus' child, and as the grandson of Chad and Anne Romley

(I made this family tree, but I actually don't know who is Chad and Anne's actual child between Emma and Cyrus, and I can't remember if it was ever mentioned. It's possible that it's actually Cyrus who's their son, but that isn't relevant here)

Other information:

Caleb was friends with Chad and Anne and they were all MI6 agents, with Chad and Anne being legendary ones. They worked a profession similar to our MC's

Caleb was in love with Chad. Due to his parents and childhood, Caleb wants to "be one" with people he loves, so he wants to eat them. Since he could not eat Chad because of Anne's protection (Anne was MI6's best agent), he decided to get Chad' love "indirectly" by eating people Chad loves instead

Caleb's twisted love led to him eating the twins' father, the duke of St. Alfans, and Libre, Chad's horse. Caleb only learned that the duke was the twins' father after he knew he wanted to eat him

(I actually am pulling my hair out because I really can't remember why Caleb would want to eat the duke right now. I either forgot why or they didn't expand on that, but it was probably because Chad likes the St. Alfanses and cared for one of the duke's children (Kei). And since Kei was protected by the Romleys, he targeted his father instead. Caleb also loved the duke's appearance a lot which is similar to the twins so it's possible he only ate him because of that. I'm sorry though, I can't remember for sure right now)

Now let's get back to the time the twins met and had their fates exchanged:

The duke of St. Alfans had recently been killed and eaten by Caleb, leaving Kai without his father. Caleb then brought both Kai and Kei to his summer house, and even though they both didn't know what awaited them, they knew it wasn't good.

Aside from a few physical differences due to Kei being raised in a bad environment, as twins, Kai and Kei practically looked identical, but wore different shirts that day. Kai understood that Caleb gathered them to try to harm and possibly eat Kei, so he decided to protect his little brother.

Kei was reluctant and asked Kai why he would protect him, since they didn't know each other and that it'd put him in danger once Caleb realized their trick.

Kai simply was kind and had an instinct to protect his little brother. He insisted that Kei and him exchange their shirts. He then told Kei to run away while Caleb was in another room.

Kei didn't want to leave Kai behind as it would mean he would be harmed, but Kai had learned how Kei was treated at the orphanage and how tough his life had been, so he felt guilty himself for having a good life while Kei lived a nightmare. He felt the need to save him and offered him to escape.

Kei ended up running away after putting on Kai's shirt, with guilt in his heart. While running, he tripped and got a scar on his forehead, but forgot this incident years later after forgetting his traumatic memories

This scar has always been hidden by his bangs, and he has always been reluctant to touch them without ever knowing why after forgetting his past.

The reason why becomes clear once he remembers everything. He always avoided touching the scar on his forehead because it would remind him of his guilt of leaving his brother behind on that day

That's mostly how it happened! I don't really have time to re read the main story to explain everything more in detail right now, as I have other stories I want to read.

My recordings of some episodes (which sadly include this moment) had failed too back when the story got released so I can't revisit the episodes quickly as well. I hope you understand the situation better though!

Thank you for the ask!

[nightcolorz]

For the ask game: ❤️💚💙

YAYY thank u sm for the ask! these questions r so fun. I’m going off of the book fandom btw

❤: Which character do you think is the most egregiously mischaracterized by the fandom?

Louis <3 I think this is an affect of how likable and overtly sympathetic he is in the amc show but I've seen people getting genuinely offended over Louis being described in fandom (and by Anne rice herself) as a manipulative cold hearted ass who uses his perceived vulnerability and gentleness to distract from the fact that he is just as cruel if not crueler then the other vampires. Like Louis does nottt have strong morals or high empathy lmao. Book Louis weaponizes his privilege like a white woman crying to self victimize into making the other vampires look worse them him 😭 . He refuses to kill humans for a while not bcus it hurts him to take life (he actually takes more pleasure in it then most), he refuses bcus he has catholic brain the way a christians who say "how do atheists have morals without god?" do, misunderstanding that most people actually care about other people and dont need an existential threat to encourage them not to hurt others.

His moral compass is self centered and based in up keeping the appearance of self restraint and monk style lack of enjoying himself, not empathy. If a vampire killed u would u feel better if u knew he cried over how much he got off on it then flaunted his suffering over how little he indulged so that everyone knew how piosis he was 😭.

He is way worse when it comes to how he treats his victims then Armand who intentionally seeks out victims who r asking to die or Lestat who tries the vigilante approach. Louis kills innocents and he thinks it makes him better cuz he only does it sometimes and he feels really really bad about himself afterwards. As akasha said (paraphrased) he's the most predatory of them all.

To specify I love book Louis SOOOO much I love how shitty he is that's why it makes me sad when people mischaracterize him as sincere and get gen mad when ppl characterize him how he is in canon (a lying selfish bitch bless his heart). Like ik amc Louis at this point in canon is unambiguously in the right but he isn't like an accurate reflection of how he is in the books 😭 it's not like amc did what anne rice was trying to do more successfully, they just nulled what anne rice was doing in favor of a more likable protagonist. Which is fine, but like, there's no crime in preferring evil to the core horrible asshole Louis of the books.

💚: What does everyone else get wrong about your favorite character?

I think the common fandom perception of Armand as the crazy unhinged "omg I can't believe he actually did that in the books??" sadistic maniac villain guy is funny but not really accurate. Armand explicitly not only tries to avoid violence but dislikes it and finds it hard to comprehend why someone would seek out violence and conflict.

The reason he is always doing fucked up shit isn't out of a lestat-esc desire to cause chaos, it's bcus his highly strung ptsd brain has him convinced that the world is a battle ground and he must always be defending himself and acting out in violence.

Since acting out in violence is a reaction hes been taught throughout his life to be standard and necessary, as violence is something so normalized to him he considers it more of a tedious chore then a last resort measure, he usually reacts to conflict in ways that are objectively extreme to anyone who isn't thinking from his perspective. In qotd he even asks Daniel why men choose to fight in wars, explaining that he doesn't understand the draw of violence (bcus he's not a man) and he can't comprehend the supposed thrill of it.

Then he says this in pl to Gregory

💙: Which character is not as hot as everyone else seems to think they are?

i was going to say Marius but I figure that's too obvious since everyone at this point knows I don't like Marius 😭 so here's an even hotter take,,,,, Lestat ‼️

Only to a degree, I think Lestat is hot and deserves the hype, but i also think he's hot in a different way then a chunk of the fandom does. Based on his book description he's kind of wonky looking, mouth too big for his face, vaguely unnerving shallow pale skin, starved 1700s peasant build but also kind of buff in the unhealthy "i dont eat regularly but I'm strong enough to carry a wolf for miles on my back" sense, weirdly small fucking feet. He def has creepy ass florescent blue doll eyes too. my point is I think when drooling over Lestat the fandom tends to forget this wonkiness in favor of blonde bombshell, Sam Reid chizzled jawline and abs, or conventionally beautiful anime twink, when they should be appreciating lestat in all his weird as shit glory.

[gulnarsultan]

Hi! Can I get some Yandere Henry VIII x Non binary best friend reader?

So, the two of them became friends at a really young age ( when they we’re around four or five).

Reader’s parents owns the most popular bakery in England so Reader knows how to bake. Anytime Henry goes hunting he would bring back a basket full of berries for Reader.

Henry sees Reader as his little sibling and when Reader came out to him that they were non binary, he immediately supported them!

When Henry fell of his horse, giving him leg problems, Reader would always be at the castle, feeding their best friend treats as he recovers.

Reader also babysit the prince and princesses, causing them to become yandere for them as well. The kids sees as their uncle/aunt or whatever the non binary term for aunt and uncle is!

The wives never like Reader because their children prefers Reader over them but they don’t say anything because Henry will murder them(literally).

Of course he kidnaps Reader, because why should his “little sibling” live in a common person’s house when they should be in the palace where they would he pampered?!

You can add more if you want. I just want more best friend Reader and more non binary y/n!

Love you ❤️!

Hello. Thanks for this beautiful script. I love you too.❤

Henry and the reader are childhood friends. Henry always brings the reader fruits, vegetables, and flowers on his way back from the hunt. Whenever Henry falls ill and suffers from health problems, the reader does not leave him alone for a minute. Henry suffered many losses in his life. So it's no surprise that he's obsessed with the reader. Henry's children are also connected to the reader in an unhealthy way. Especially Elizabeth and Edward. She plays the role of parent as much as she can for the children. I think you are right. None of Henry's wives love your reader. Especially Anne Boleyn.

[delurkr]

Anne and James and sibling OCs in 1948

1948 being the year Anne and James married. Penelope is Anne's sister, and everybody else is James's family.

Cropped sections are further down. There's some connections from @108garys 's Super Massive Family Tree that play into everything (here's their portrait of older Penelope), and I'll leave it to them if they want to refresh everybody on the details. (Edit: 108garys gave lore in the notes). Some of the OCs have more lore than others, but I'm not getting into it here or doing deep dives about personalities and all that, so I just stuck together very non-deep little likes/dislikes/favorite activities lists for everyone. But first some notes on the art:

I went for a balance between dressy and casual, so most of these wouldn't be everyday outfits but none of them are formal either.

Nobody has naturally curly hair. Shirley has a perm, and Anne and Penelope use only curlers. (Unlike the other two, Penelope doesn't curl it every day).

If Anne's dress looks piecemeal that's because it is. Around 1948 was when women's fashion was transitioning from shorter wartime styles (minimum fabric) to longer hemlines, but ofc most women didn't just toss out all their old clothes, so the new things they bought were in the new style, while they also continued wearing what they had and sometimes altered their shorter things in various ways. The white border on Anne's dress is a recent addition, and so is the embroidered pocket because big pockets were also fashionable and it was intended to make the border look more like it belongs.

Shirley uses a brace, a built up shoe, and sometimes a cane due to effects from having polio when she was very young.

Bob has been in the U.S. Army for four or so years and he's currently a corporal. If part of his uniform is inaccurate then oh well because there were some details I just wasn't finding clear answers on (do point it out if you know something that's wrong tho). Also that's his hat he's holding in case it's hard to tell.

Ok now for the other stuff:

Anne, age 17 -

Likes: Dancing; recycling; Frank Sinatra music (don't spread it around); telephone party lines; the scratchy sound of crossing things off her to-do list.

Dislikes: Noisy children; poetry; men's cologne; bleached blonde hair; house pets; wrinkled clothes; rain on her hairdo; complainers; people with bad posture; anonymous love letters; being late; people who are late; unraked leaves; these peasants (most of the boys at school); being told she's too opinionated.

Favorite activities: Growing plants, mostly flowers; taking the mick out of James ❤

Penelope, age 8 -

Likes: Bicycling; puppies; reading, mostly fairytales; sticky sweets; movie stars.

Dislikes: Mud; talking to strangers; not having had her first kiss yet; never getting the lowdown after Anne's dates.

Favorite activity: Eavesdropping on the phone party line with Anne.

Shirley, age 24 -

Likes: Card games; chickens; picnics; reading; red on just about anything.

Dislikes: Snow; frogs; Bob; the sound of her own voice.

Favorite activity: Canoe rides to read on the open water. Her preferred victims to accompany her are James (she'll use her oldest-sibling authority for as long as she can) and whoever she happens to be dating (is that a weird date? idk but she calls it a no-go with a guy if he can't handle the quiet time).

Bob (Robert), age 22 -

Likes: Arm candy; being outside; cheating at card games; beer; animals, especially wildlife; pulling practical jokes on April 2.

Dislikes: Peas; serious conversations.

Favorite activities: Hunting; chasing women. (These things are not connected).

James, age 19 -

Likes: Holidays; history; picking dumb arguments; playing hockey when the pond freezes over; reading; PDA with Anne ❤

Dislikes: Waiting; hand-me-down clothes; being called Jimbo; having glasses.

Favorite activity: Finding money on the ground.

Clarence, age 11 -

Likes: Pocket knives; pirates; model train sets and dollhouses type stuff.

Dislikes: Surprises; hugs; getting up early; "old" people; getting his picture taken (that one's partly a joke, because I accidentally drew him looking a little moody for no reason).

Favorite activity: Fixing appliances and things around the house (under supervision because "fixing" is a bit of an overstatement. He can take things apart but has yet to learn how to properly put them back together).

Kathy (Katherine), age 7 -

Likes: Parties; collecting things; Brothers Grimm-style fairytales; terrible creature horror B movies.

Dislikes: Bugs, especially bees; nightmares from the terrible creature horror B movies.

Favorite activity: Poking dead animals. Trips to the butcher and dead mice found in the attic are her lifeline for now until she starts doing dissections in school. She definitely doesn't store said mice under her bed in jars she stole from the kitchen.

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Cool so now that everyone is sufficiently grossed out I'll leave it here for now 😊 Stay tuned I guess because sooner or later I'm going to follow this up with the three youngest when they're older, around 1959 because that was a happening point in time for them. And lastly, 108garys is free to hate anything I wrote because we share the OCs but I consulted them on very little of this lol.

[adjusted-karma]

SMALL SIMBLR SATURDAY ❤

(listen i know this was supposed to be last week but i was busy so you're getting it this week)

First, thank you to @tau1tvec for organizing this! This is a wonderful idea ❤ I've listed a few favourite free CC makers but there are sooooo many incredible people that I could go on forever. Thank you all for bringing little bits of joy to my game!

@nucrests - ALLLLL my sims wear nucrests cc, its so versatile and lovely! ❤ Some faves: Comfy collection redux + Bloom underwear set

@simkoos - soooo many incredible clutter pieces AND gorgeous CAS items ❤ Some faves: the morning routine collection + the stamina collection

@surely-sims - I simply adore everything anne releases!! ❤ Some faves: Kitchen of Tomorrow + Unpacked Chicken plushies (+ extra love to the testpa which I've made 8573958 poses with)

@herecirm-warcry - Whimsical and fun poses (and some misery) that I download IMMEDIATELY when I see them released ❤ Some faves: Plant Magic + Against The Wall

@simmireen - queen of romance poses!! ❤ Some faves: The Ultimate Romance Pack III + Little Love

@beebeedee - CAS CC for tots and infants, I love the pieces they've released so far! ❤ Some faves: Short ruffled jumpsuit + triptails for infants

@powluna - sooo many lovely CAS items for tots and infants!! ❤ Some faves: Lulu Pacifier + Mischa Overalls

@laeska - absolutely gorgeous hairs and also some of my fav earrings!! ❤ Some faves: Sirella hair + Vivika set

@bayfier - I LOVE her posters!! It's so nice for my sims to not have bland walls ❤ Some faves: Josie and The Pussycats Poster + Lollipop Poster

[calicozmbie]

Hi! First of I wanted to say I loved your social media blurbs! If you can could you do a social media blurb or a one shot of y/n at Harry’s finale show with Gemma and Anne and you get engaged at the end :)

Notes: Heyy, thank you so much! Of course I can, I wasn’t too sure if you wanted the engagement to be publicised or in private so I did private. Also I apologise for posting this so late! And, don’t forget my requests are open so if anyone wants something wrote, send one!

Thanks for the request! ❤︎︎

ENGAGED

Pairing: Harry Styles x fem!reader

Summary: It’s the final show and Harry has been extremely nervous for this particular night, but not for the reason you think.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟

It’s the final show, and you’re stood here with Anne’s and Gemmas arms wrapped around you as Harry plays his piano Ballard . Your eyes a filled with adoration, tears threatening to fall. It gives you a moment to reminisce on the most special moments you’ve shared together. The best moments.

June 2009, the revelation

“Harry!” You squeal out, running towards his open arms. Them wrapping around your waist, lifting you into the air with a spin. He places you down gently with a soft smile.

“How’ve you been doin’?” He asks, you smile brightly.

“I’ve been great! I’m glad you’re back though, I got lonely.” You let out a nervous laugh, he laughs along with you—making you feel slightly less nervous. “How was the trip? Did you see any cool sights?” You ramble, he gestures you to slow down and your cheeks heat up.

“I saw loads! It was awesome.” He beams, before his face becomes serious. “I’ll tell you all ‘bout it, but I want to speak to you about somethin’ yeah?” Your brows furrow and you give him a look of confusion, you lead him to your room where it’s more private.

“Soo..what’s up?” You sit crossed legged on the bed, him eventually joining you with a shaky breath.

“I need to tell ‘ye something but I don’t want you to freak out,” Harry explains, eyes avoiding you until you softly grab his hand with a reassuring look.

“I promise I won’t freak out, you can tell me anything.” Your voice is soft, calming and gives Harry a familiar feeling once he hears it. He’s nods, exhaling loudly before looking you in the eyes with a nervous look.

“I like..you. I have for a few years, y/n, I’ve liked you for so long. I mean, what’s not to like? You’re smart, pretty, funny and your personality..if I start now I don’t think I’ll ever stop.” He breathes out, a slight smile on the corner of his mouth. “You don’t have to say that you like me back..I mean how could yo-“

You cut him off with a small peck on his lips, pulling away and both of your cheeks are bright red. “I like you too Harry, a lot.” You giggle, he lets out a sigh of relief and leans in to place another kiss on your lips.

“I don’t want this t’a sound too cliché but do you wanna..I dunno, go out with me?” He speaks, looking at you hopefully with his dough eyes that you could just stare at all day. You nod, smiling widely which is immediately mirrored on his face.

“How could I ever say no to that question?”

July 2014, the promise

“Okay..you’re worrying me. What’s going on?” You ask with a light laugh, though a frown settles on your features. Harry is currently dragging you by the hand down a dimly lit path to the ‘beach’ near your house. You reach the end where he sighs, dropping your hand as you feel the now cold feeling in your hand. “You okay baby?”

“I love you, so much y/n. I always have and I want you to have something to show you that I promise to always love you. That I promise no matter what, I’ll always love you and be by your side.” Harry says, tone full of love and honesty making your heart flutter. Butterfly’s fill your stomach as he pulls out a small box.

He chuckles lightly, “don’t worry, I’m not proposing just yet but this is a promise that one day I will.” Your heart warms, smiling at him softly before letting out a small gasp when he opens the box to reveal a gold, flower engraved ring.

“Oh..Harry it’s beautiful.” You gasp out, looking at him with wide eyes.

“It’s a promise ring, I promise everything to you y/n. I’ll never leave your side, not once.” He takes it out and holds it at your finger, giving you a look which you understand in a second. You nod quickly, smiling widely as he places it on your hand and squealing as you jump into his arms.

“I love you, so much.” You whisper whole-heartedly.

August 2021, the surprise

“Oh! Harry where are we going?” You giggle out, following him inside one of your houses together. It’s dark, the dim light reflection from the moon settles in the living room—you gasp out when you see a box full of animal toys and a few other accessories. “What..what is this?”

He gives you a lazy smirk, walking to the side for a moment to grab a cardboard box. You furrow your brows trying to take a peak at the box but he laughs a hides it away, until you hear a small sound emit from the box.

“Harry..you didn’t,” you gasp out in shock, awe and just a mix of many different feelings.

He nods, placing the box down in the wooden floor and he’s about to open it but a small paw peaks out—followed by a quiet ‘meow’ as a little kitten struggles to climb out of the box. “Surprise lovie.”

You let out a breath, getting down onto your knees and opening the lid and immediately tearing up at the sight of the animal. “Oh my god! You’re so precious..hi sweetheart!” You say softly, taking the kitten out. “Is it a girl?” He nods and you smile widely, cooing as she leans into your touch.

You stand up after placing her down, watching as she waddles around the new area with a curious sniff. You smile at Harry lovingly, his arms coming to wraps themselves around your shoulders—love and adoration shared within the room. He kisses you softly, smiling into it. “Do ‘ye like her?” He asks with his soft eyes.

“I love her..just as I love you.” Your hand caresses your boyfriends cheek and he smiles widely.

“I love you too y/n.”

Present time

You’re so caught up in your own thoughts you haven’t realised the shows over, until a security guards hand is guiding you backstage where Harry is waiting patiently for all of you.

“Oh..he did so well, I’m so proud of him.” Anne says, still in shock with tears rolling down her cheeks. You smile at her softly, stroking her hand as Gemma holds one of your own.

“We all are,” Gemma says wholeheartedly, eyes also glistening. You look forward with awaiting eyes when the three of you stand together backstage. Harry emits slowly, his face still damp with tears from one of the greatest moments of his life, but he still looks nervous?

Anne let’s out a sob-laugh before jogging into his open arms, he kisses his face repeatedly as he laughs lightly. “Oh my boy I’m so, so proud of you!” He’s out of his outfit now, dressed slightly more fancy in black slacks and a white button up; the top few buttons undone to reveal his chest.

Why hasn’t he changed into his regular comfy clothes?

“Thanks mum.” He breathes out in the midst of her tight hold, Gemma soon joins the hug and you grin at the family. His eyes meet yours over their shoulders and they tell you everything you need to know, they pull themselves away so you’re able to run into his arms with a happy sigh. “Hi lovie.”

“Hi baby, you did so well out there—I’m so proud of you.” You whisper into his neck, pulling away so you’re able to angle your neck just right to give him a small kiss.

“Thank you..will you take a walk with me?” He asks, a shaky breath following his words, which makes you frown with concern. You nod, stealing a glance at his family and friends who all have a knowing look on their face.

After walking for at least twenty minutes, security with you for the most part as they have only just finished the show, you reach a small secluded path that’s lit up with multiple candles and fairy lights. The hue of the sunset is hitting his face perfectly, making him look like an Angel in disguise.

You giggle softly, Harry’s arm tightening on you when you almost trip over, “Harry, where are we going?” Though he doesn’t answer, you gasp out-loud when you reach the end. Flower petals lining the floor, a few pictures of you both from all the moments you’ve had together decorating the railing. “Oh..this is, Harry what is this?”

You then turn around expecting him to be stood there where he was but you get a whole different view. He’s kneeling..on one knee.

Your hands come up to cup your mouth in shock, unable to say anything when he reaches into his back pocket and pulling out a small black, velvet box.

“Y/n L/n..I love you so much I can’t put it into words, if I even just began to talk about how much you mean to me and what makes you, you..then we’d be here forever,” he speaks with a shaky breath and looks down quickly with a light laugh before looking back up to you—his eyes glistening along with yours.

“I really don’t know what I’d do without you, I don’t think I’d be able to survive without you,” he pauses for a moment, anxiety still clear in his movements, “will..will you marry me?”

You suck in a deep breath, tears falling as you stutter out words. Looking into his hopeful eyes full of love you nod slowly, humming, “yes, yes of course I will!” A breathy laugh, tears and a small squeal coming from you when he gently slides the ring onto your finger. You jump into his arms, both of you whispering small affirmations to each other.

“Y/n Styles..has a ring to it right?” He says breathily after placing you back onto your feet, a lazy grin on his lips. You nod, kissing him deeply which he quickly responds to. “I love ‘ye, so much.”

“I love you too, Mr styles.”

—

[ominist]

BITTER REWARD

--- Part 3: Mourning ✧

Pairings- Dark!Sebastian Sallow x F!Auror!Reader x Auror!Ominis Gaunt Summary- Sebastian escapes from Azkaban after 8 years. The Ministry were on high alert and searching for the escaped fugitive. Newspapers and flyers spread with the danger that could come within encounter. Sebastian Sallow’s face was plastered all over public and communal areas of the Ministry. After working for the Ministry for years, MC and Ominis Gaunt were cut off from the search. The Ministry’s numbers as of late were short due to ongoing violent events and kidnappings. Both aurors were denied any involvement due to conflict of interest. They were secretly put under a watchful eye in case the fugitive decided to reach out to one of his old friends. After 2 weeks, the search proved fruitless. It was almost as if the man had disappeared into thin air. Due to lack of resources, the search and security lessened when it came to Sallow. This was, quote, only a temporary decision until something new came up.This was exactly what Sebastian Sallow was hoping for. After a watchful eye and a calculated risk, he bids his time before cornering you. As painful as it was, waiting a little longer would prove to be rewarding. Warnings- 18+, language, trauma, depression, angst, aged up characters, explicit content later on. Word Count-  9,201 Words Author’s Notes- So so much angst, I apologize in advance. Thank you for bearing with me, it’s been a rough past month. Love you all ❤

Writing Masterlist -- Part: 2 Reaping -- Part 4: Saving

There was a fire. A light shining on the onslaught that spread over the once empty street.

Everything was destroyed. Boxes, wagons, barrels, street lamps, windows, brick wall.

The broken wood appeared like dark paint against the stoned floor. The fire was growing slowly, taking more and more. Sebastian paid it no mind. 

His eyes did not move from MC as he held her. One hand held her against the wall, his thumb digging into her skin. The rest of his fingers gripping her neck. His hold was unbreakable. 

The other hand held her wand, pointing it against her chest. 

MC was immobile, unable to shake him. She could practically sense the of dark magic on his clothes. The stench was almost suffocating. She must be dreaming. 

“You- You of all people-,” his voice cracked. His emotion was so raw. She could not look away. 

“You were with me. You were there every single step of the way- For Anne. You- I gave all my trust, you had my unconditional loyalty.” 

He breathed hard, his eyes pierced into hers. Nothing could have prepared her for what he confessed next. “You had me. All of me.”

MC breathed through her nose. She was struggling to stay still now, she wanted to protest. 

But Sebastian did not let her.

“Of all the people that could have reported me and had me punished.. You.” 

His face came closer and his nose almost touched her cheek. He was smiling now, empty and cynical. 

“But tell me, I am curious..” MC felt her wand move up her chest and press hard against her chin. “When I was thrown in Azkaban, did it make you feel good…” His voice was dripping with poison. “… hero of Hogwarts?” 

MC felt his hand tighten around her neck as she refused to reply. She gasped softly, moving her hand over his in response. His hold was tightening slowly, his eyes not moving from hers. 

Then a voice spoke, and it came from behind Sebastian.

“I am the one that turned you in.” 

Sebastian tensed, feeling a wand press against his back. MC could see dark figure looming over his shoulder. Ominis had appeared so silently, a daunting threat.

Ominis looked pale, his skin bright in the dark. His eyes were set on Sebastian, not blinking or moving. His mouth was tight, cautious and unmoving. 

He appeared like an arch angel.

“Ominis,” Sebastian breathed through his teeth. Sebastian didn't seem to care about who had turned him in. It was clear. Sebastian saw them both equally as guilty. MC blinked as she watched Sebastian’s expression. She felt the wand in his hand press against her skin harder and she winced. 

“Put the wand down. Now,” Ominis demanded.

Sebastian could not look away from MC. Almost as if he was seeing Ominis through the reflection in her eyes. A crazed flash appeared on Sebastian’s face and she was being pulled from the wall. The wand that was pressed to her chin was now pressed to her neck. She was in front of Sebastian now, a shield. 

“I don’t think I will Ominis,” Sebastian answered. The wand moved from her neck to her cheek. 

MC could feel his arm wrap around her middle as he stood behind her. 

“This is between me and you Sebastian. She was not as involved as you believe her to be.” 

Ominis was starting to look more distressed. The grip on his wand was turning white. The longer MC looked at Ominis, the more clear it was that he was slightly shaken. She could only focus on the blue of his eyes as they looked in her direction. 

Again, Sebastian did no seem to be listening to Ominis. He only hummed and looked at Ominis over her shoulder. He was watching his old friend, registering his movement and distance. Sebastian was already calculating his next move as he continued talking.

“You took me away from Anne when she needed me the most,” Sebastian’s cynicism was gone instantly. His voice was deep and deadly. “You took me away from her when everyone had given up.. I could have found it. I could have found a cure for Anne."

Sebastian’s eyes flashed in Ominis’ direction as he continued to look over MC’s shoulder. There was no trace of forgiveness. “That is not something I could ever forget.” 

The expression on Ominis’ eyes changed. He seemed to be understanding Sebastian’s responses and tone when speaking about Anne. Ominis was set on explaining the truth to Sebastian as MC stood between the two of them with shaking hands.

Ominis voice was quiet, the sharpness and hostility was gone. “Sebastian, your sister Anne-”

The Auror was unable to finish his sentence before a green light was flashing over his face. Ominis protected himself just on time, his features contorted into surprise and indignation. 

Sebastian could not handle hearing Ominis speak Anne’s name. Sebastian had been the first to attack. He had pushed MC away and she fell to his left. To her panic, she remained on the floor unmoving. She could not move and only watched as Ominis and Sebastian went for each other’s throats. 

Ominis side stepped and moved quickly as Sebastian continued his onslaught of spells. Sebastian kept his spells going without a single pause. Every spell and curse pounced down on Ominis like a chaotic wave.  Each one potent and striking.

Ominis was light on his feet and blocked every single move. The past 8 years of experience was visible at that moment. Ominis had years of experience of dealing with dark wizards. He moved without faltering, hesitation, or recklessness. He moved with fluidity and poise.

In comparison, Sebastian was clearly lacking from years of imprisonment. Sebastian had only acquired a wand two weeks ago. But he was not intimidated by the Auror in front of him.  Seeing his old friend did not stop him from being being a threat, untamed, and unyielding. 

She watched as Sebastian used her wand as he stepped closer to Ominis. 

“I blame myself everyday Sebastian.”

Ominis spoke while he dodged and deflected Sebastian’s spells. Sebastian only responded with quickening his attacks. Hie expression was hard and violent. It was clear that he did not want to hear Ominis speak about his guilt. But Ominis did not stop.

“I blame myself for ruining your life. I should not have turned you in. That was not the solution.” Ominis was pained and ashamed. “Turning you in- That was the biggest loss in my life.” 

MC couldn’t move, she couldn’t respond to Ominis when Sebastian refused to. Ominis had never expressed these feelings to her and she was hearing them for the first time. She wanted to tell him it was not only his blame to take. MC’s eyes watered, that was the only thing she could do while she remained on the floor. Sebastian was not taking in Ominis’ words very well. His breathing turned haggard as he tried to disarm Ominis.

“I will never forgive myself for what you have become Sebastian. I know you will never forgive me. But listen to me when I tell you that Anne-” 

Ominis then fell on the ground and landed on his side. His expression contorted into pain. He writhed in pain and screamed. His cape moved under his body, his clothed torso was exposed to the cold air. His silver pocket watch fell on to the floor with a thud. Ominis’ body did not stop shaking until some time, leaving MC feeling desperate and hysterical by the sight in front of her. Sebastian had used the torture curse on Ominis. And she could not stop him.

Sebastian stepped closer to Ominis, watching him with wide eyes. He inched closer and watched him until Ominis stopped shaking. Ominis’ lips trembled and he let out a pained exhale.He was made to endure the agony from his nightmares. And Sebastian had been the one to make him relive that torment. Ominis could not remember how torturous this was when he was younger. But it had been a hundred times worse. 

Ominis was unwilling to get up, his strength had given in. He was at Sebastian’s feet. His breath was hallow.

Sebastian got down on one knee and pulled Ominis into a sitting position against the wall. 

To her horror, she watched as Sebastian muttered one word under his breath. Obliviate. 

MC could not do anything to stop him. She felt intense and deep anger building in her chest. She blinked her tears making it hard to watch the scene any longer. 

MC was pulled up and she almost felt her throat close in panic. She was already anticipating hearing the same spell from Sebastian. But she was pulled up until she was standing. And instead of obliviate, she heard something worse. Imperio.

MC was moving, walking down the street and away from the scene. She walked away from Ominis’ body. She was heading in the direction they had initially came from. 

Walk. Walk to your apartment.

Sebastian pressed her wand against her back as she continued to walk. MC struggled with the voice in her mind, she was fighting. When she reached her building, she saw no lights from the windows. She fought for control, wanting no more than to yell and scream. She needed to alert someone. Anyone. 

MC walked up the stairs until she reached her apartment door. She waited as Sebastian came to stand next to her. He unlocked the door and waited for her to walk in before closing it behind them. Sebastian looked around the apartment and walked into every room with the wand pointing. When he was sure no one else was there with them, he looked back at MC’s body near the door. 

Grab your belongings.

MC involuntarily moved in the direction of her room. Her hands grabbed a suitcase and started to grab garments of clothing from her dresser. Just stop. You are not going anywhere with him.

MC was not giving up, why is she listening to that voice in her head? 

Grab your belongings fast.

MC walked out of her room with the closed suitcase in her hands. She did not let it go, her grip was unbreakable. Let it go. 

MC watched Sebastian as he walked around her apartment. His back faced her, he was looking at his surroundings with a new found interest. Sebastian’s attention was elsewhere. He leaned over her coffee table, picking up the photographs. He put down her wand on the table in the process. He didn’t seem to hear the suitcase when it fell on the wooden floor.

Within seconds, chaos exploded in the quiet atmosphere. The sound of glass exploding, wood breaking, and furniture being dragged engulfed the air. 

MC had broken out of the imperius curse. And she had taken advantage of his distraction to use non-verbal spells. Her wand had started to move on table, glowing in response. 

Sebastian only had time to fall to the left and avoid the stunning curse. He had crawled behind the couch for cover. 

Her wand rolled in her direction, clattering on to the floor. But before MC’s eyes could focus on her wand, Sebastian had pulled his own and was already responding to her attack. MC barely avoided the red light and she felt it fly past her and hit the window. The glass fell behind her, spreading all over the paneled floor. She rolled into the doorway of the bedroom, using the wall as cover. Her hands gripped the wall as she came to her knees. She felt the air shift around her, and she barely moved away before the wall was bombarded. 

She gasped in surprise and covered her face. Sebastian’s voice was shaken, but he hid it with amusement. 

“Now now, come out and I promise I will go easy on you. I will not hurt you.. I think.” 

MC blinked as the dust settled. She could see a part of her living room through the hole on the wall. She started to breathe hard. She could hear Sebastian’s feet stepping over the broken glass, inching closer towards her. Then almost immediately, she no longer heard him. 

She could no longer hear the glass being stepped on, she could not hear his breathing, she could not feel the air.. 

In that exact moment, she could see his shadow falling over the hole on the wall. Her intuition screamed. He would see her through the gap if she stayed in the place she was at. She had no other choice but to lunge.. 

MC was then diving to the doorway. Sebastian had not expected to see her flying across the opening. She saw him aim his spells at her through the hole. She shot a couple more non-verbal spells in his direction to make him stall. By the time he was moving his wand down from deflecting them, MC was already running. 

She hid behind the couch and felt it fall against her back. She pressed her weight against it, not letting it fall over her. Sebastian continued to send spells against the couch, not showing mercy. She crawled on the floor, her palms trickling with pain over the broken glass. She crawled away from the couch. The photographs were broken on the floor, images of Ominis, Anne, and herself.. 

Her eyes fell on the familiar wooden wand. MC reached for her wand, praying-

She felt it before she saw it. 

The red light had hit her on the chest, right below her neck. MC was facing the ceiling and she was crying out. Her body convulsed on the floor, her back pressed against the broken glass. 

She withered and shook in pain as it coursed through her veins. It crawled through every crevice of her body. The piercing, stinging, throbbing.. She felt as if part of her body was being chiseled off. Time continued to pass and the torture continued to etch through her body. 

MC was panting, shock slowly appearing on her features as the pain dispersed from her body. 

She watched Sebastian’s face come closer. Sebastian was crouching over her, his face was dark as he looked down at her.

It suddenly weighed down on her as she saw his expression turned vengeful. Sebastian Sallow was the only person to ever use the cruciatus curse on her.

Even after 8 years of chasing after criminals with her dangerous occupation, she had never been tortured with that spell.. Not since the first time in Salazar Slytherin’s Scriptorium.

MC was unable to control the tears that gathered in her eyes.

Sebastian’s hands grabbed her shoulders and pulled her off the floor. She was placed on her knees, and her body continued to tremble. He brought something up for MC to see, a photograph. A photograph of Anne.

MC recognized the image immediately. Anne had given her the photograph shortly after MC had stopped the curse from developing and eat her further. Anne was smiling, her hair grown out around her shoulders in soft waves. Her face looked bright, healthy. She was standing in front of stoned bridge with the ocean in view. That was the town Anne currently resided in. 

“I failed her,” his voice was bleak. “I failed to find a cure for her.” 

Her eyes grew wide. She finally understood. Sebastian did not know that Anne was still alive. 

He thought she had died. Leading to his anger, malice, revenge.. In addition to the betrayal he felt from his two closest friends. This was what Ominis had tried to reveal to Sebastian moments ago. She tried to speak, but she only managed to open her lips. A gasp left her mouth. She wanted him to look at the photograph again. She wanted him to notice that she looked older than he remembered. She wanted him to know she was still alive.

“I could have cured her. I could have healed her..” His eyes moved from the photograph back to MC. “And you are to blame, Y/N.”

Sebastian rested the wand against her cheek as he gripped her shoulder. MC was in too much pain to even notice how hard his grip was. Sebastian’s eyes continued to darken as he looked at her. She could almost sense the words about to come out of his lips. 

She panicked, she couldn’t die. Not like this. Not when Anne’s life depended on her own. 

That was the burden that MC carried with her ever since she managed to find a temporary solution for Anne’s torment. Anne’s life was in her hands. If MC died, Anne would die.

She had stopped the curse temporarily. It had been similar to pressing down the knob on a pocket watch. Then, slowly turning the crown on the watch, making the time rewind. 

And immediately after her success, she felt the clock rest heavily in her pocket. 

MC had to keep turning back the time on the watch when she heard it ticking. 

This was the reason why this was only temporary. This is why she was still searching for a way to separate the curse from Anne completely. 

And she was so close. That was until she had to stop her progress due to the recent course of events. 

MC breathed out and started to struggle against Sebastian’s hold. She felt the hand on her shoulder move to her neck. She didn’t stop struggling. She knew she had to tell him the truth before he decided to cut out the air from her throat. She tried to speak again, this time finding her voice despite her trembling figure. 

“She is alive! Anne is alive-”

The words came out rushed and sudden. Almost a yell. Her voice didn’t sound like her own. Traces of the cruciatus curse vibrated through her voice. She didn’t even notice that she had been let go. She was gasping and coughing. Her hand reached for her neck, feeling the air pass through her lips. 

MC opened her eyes. She was met with the expression on Sebastian’s face. His eyes were no longer dark. His lips were slightly parted. There was shock, uncertainty, pivotal..

She felt her chest ache. The change in his demeanor reminded her of the old boyish Sebastian, eyes light and hopeful.

Sebastian's gaze was frozen on her, and then he stepped back. The glass crunched under his footing. He stepped back as if an electric current had coursed through his body. 

His eyes darted over to something behind MC. He walked over and his eyes found what he had looked over moments ago. MC turned her face in his direction. He was standing next to her desk, which remained untouched by the chaos that had occurred moments before. 

She watched him hold Anne’s letter in his hands. His hands shook as he read the contents of the letter. He stood there for a couple of minutes, reading the letter over and over. 

He kept reading it until it gave him the confirmation he needed. 

Sebastian pocketed the letter before he turned his attention back to MC. She felt her body giving up. If Sebastian was going to hurt her as he intended, there was not much she could do. 

MC could feel her insides growing numb, she felt her strength giving out. She couldn’t get up anymore.

But then she heard the sound of his feet walking away. She opened her eyes to see Sebastian head in the direction of the apartment door. When he disappeared, her eyes only set on the remains of her damaged furniture and the wall.. 

Her mind then remembered Ominis. She could imagine his body unconscious and cold on the empty street.

Sebastian had fled without finishing what he had planned. 

… *… * …

The ceiling was white, so bright. And suffocating. MC woke feeling disoriented. She blinked and noticed the dullness of her surroundings. She was no longer on her apartment floor. Her back was pressed on a bed, feeling the stiffness of the mattress. She couldn’t remember the last time she had waken in St Mungo’s.

The recollection of events that occurred earlier that Saturday were so fresh and easily remembered. She could remember majority of the events that happened. She had not suffered the same fate as Ominis. Sebastian had not wiped her memory.

Before she could get comfortable with her own thoughts, the door to the room opened. 

Two Aurors entered the room, both wearing long cloaks. The familiar blonde haired superior Stephen McNulty took off his hat as he walked in. Behind him, to her surprise, her office partner Jeremy Hampton followed. She had not seen Jeremy since the day of his accident and that felt like ages. MC could not hide the relief from her features as she greeted him. 

Jeremy looked content to see her too, but he remained controlled and serious. His expression alone gave up so much to MC. He was uneasy and uncomfortable, that was for certain. 

And surely, her superior started talking the moment they were both by her bedside. 

“Easy there L/N. You’re looking more lively. Your colleague seemed to have suffered a worse fate.” 

Ominis. 

MC sat up straighter on the bed, the mention of Ominis made her want to get up. McNulty put his hand up to stop her. 

“Don’t get up. Gaunt will recover, that is what the healers said earlier. But you do need to give a recount of what occurred. If you would be so willing L/N.” 

Jeremy made a movement, inching to sit in one of the chairs by her bed. But when his superior gave him a face, Jermey stopped pulling the chair and remained standing. Both Auror McNulty and Hampton were standing near her bed. 

MC noticed the gesture and her eyes became expressionless. Jeremy’s uneasiness made her translate the current scene a little deeper. Jeremy always been a honest and kind co-worker. She could still remember the small gestures of comradeship he would show her while they shared their office. It was a lot, coming from a department where everyone was ready to remove the rug under your feet when given the perfect opportunity. 

She started to tell them the events of her whole Saturday. She listed the series of events that had occurred all the way to being attacked. Then she started to give extreme detail to everything that had occurred within that hour. She felt her anger leak on to her face as she recalled Ominis’ body on the ground as he suffered. The images were too clear on her mind. After remembering Ominis left on the ground, the rest of the events became muddled. 

She couldn’t stop questioning why Sebastian had left her on her apartment floor. He planned to take her somewhere, that had been obvious. He had certain plans for her. Plans that did not include Ominis. Her throat was suddenly dry as she stopped talking. She had paused her story, right when Sebastian had grabbed her neck after cursing her. 

MC’s eyes were set on the opposite wall, but now they moved to the two Aurors she had ignored the past 15 minutes. McNulty’s eyes were fixed on her, almost as if he was trying to look through her. Hampton was listening to her words, looking troubled. McNulty’s floating pen and paper were almost silent. She had not even noticed it scribbling next to him. 

Her eyes went back to McNulty, and the way his shoulders tensed as he thought over her words.. 

MC couldn’t explain why, but she chose to leave out the end. Something in her stomach told her not to reveal what they were waiting to hear. She decided not to mention the truth she had revealed to Sebastian. She left out the letter he had taken. She decided to leave out the most crucial part of the information, Sebastian’s next destination. 

The pen kept scribbling even after she was done speaking.

Jeremy cleared his voice and he nodded at her, “Well, that was sure something to survive Y/N.” 

“A very odd something, to say the least,” McNulty finally spoke. Jeremy turned towards him. “And can you recall any information that might have made him leave? And leave you.. alone?” 

“No,” she said automatically. MC shook her head, convincing Jeremy at least. 

“He didn’t mention where he was going? Where you were both going?” McNulty continued. 

“No.”

“Did he contact you in any way before he attacked you tonight?”

“No.” 

“Did you recollect anything that might have given you clues on where he was currently hiding?”

“No.”

“Were you aware that Mr Ominis Gaunt was in your apartment shortly before the events unfolded?”

At that, she paused. She looked at McNulty, not able to explain why Ominis had been in her apartment. Specially when things had not been resolved between the two of them from their previous conversation. He must have came by wanting to talk. And he must have waited for her before he realized something was wrong.. 

“No,” she answered finally. 

“How long did you fight Mr Sallow? And can you give a list of spells he must have used? 

She shook her head at the second question, “I cannot recall. It could have not been more than 10 minutes-”

“What spells did you use tonight L/N? Can you recall?” 

“Check my wand. It’s right on the bedside table.” 

“We already took the liberty L/N,” McNulty admitted. 

The uneasiness was making MC feel more and more on edge. Everything that was being said in that moment, started to feel more offensive. Stephen McNulty, her superior was not letting her go easily. He was not believing her story or her credibility. And he was asking her questions that he already knew the answer for.

“Is there anything else L/N, anything that could help the current case.. Your case?” 

“I told you everything. I am not sure what else I can give you McNulty,” she said quietly. MC did her best to appear forthright.

“Perhaps a little Veritaserum could help your case L/N.”

The tension in the room suddenly rose. The disrespect, distrust, and caution was too much to take. The tension continued until it felt cold and eerie. 

MC cleared her throat and reached for a glass of water from the bedside table. She felt their gazes as she took her time. She poured the water on to the glass and brought it to her lips. 

Her eyes appeared like steel. She was antagonized. 

McNulty’s gaze continued to watch her, not letting it go. “If you have nothing to hide then-”

“That’s rich. Not as if you had me followed and watched the past two weeks.”

The air was more than stifling. The silence that followed was enough to hold back words. 

Hampton at least had the decency to look empathetic and embarrassed. A nurse walked in through the door, and the silence in the room broke. 

“Please excuse yourselves. The patient is currently still recovering. We need to check her vitals before her discharge.” 

MC never felt so relieved to have a nurse present. The two Aurors started to leave the room, but McNulty turned to MC again. His words were no-negotiable. 

“Come see me once you are discharged. We are not done.”

She had no choice but to let her anger simmer as she watched them walk out of the room. Jeremy looked relived as he closed the door behind them. 

The nurse moved her wand over her in silence. MC did not pay attention as she stared at the wall without moving. She was stuck in her own thoughts, reveling in the anger she felt due to the recent events. And then the frustration and betrayal she felt from the recent conversation. 

By the time she was finally able to leave the hospital room, it was past 2am. Would she be able to sleep once she got to her apartment? She had not slept, and she did not believe she would be able to. She made her way to the front of the hospital, looking for for her superior. 

When she found him, he had been waiting. He stood stiffly as she approached. 

He was waiting by a far wall, away from the front desk and the patients who waited in the lobby. MC once believed that McNulty was not so bad. Compared to Fawley, she had once found Stephen McNulty more agreeable. But after the past hour, she was regretting ever trusting him in the first place.

MC came to a stop in front of him and waited. The Auror sighed as he looked at her. She did not give up a single expression, looking almost cold. 

“It might be hard to believe, but I am really pulling my own hair here,” his voice was dropped down to a whisper. 

“That is hard to believe,” she confirmed just as quietly. This earned her a hard stare. 

“It has been impossible in the office recently. It is not looking too good for you MC. There are too many mishaps where ever you are involved. We do not have the proof but it-”

MC interrupted him with a hard laugh. She could not believe what she was hearing. MC had been labeled as a likely accomplice and she couldn’t even think what had caused it in the first place. McNulty had stopped talking. He watched as MC turned cynical, her eyes on his. She stepped closer to him, her voice unable to hide her anger.

“If you think that I would help a fugitive and put Ominis in danger..” 

“That is not what I meant L/N,” he answered, sounding exasperated. 

“Then let me help. I assure you, I can find Sebastian Sallow,” her words were stubborn and pleading. She was a couple of days away from returning to the Ministry. If only she could convince them of letting her back on and help in the search.. 

“That is out of the question L/N.” 

After 8 years of working extensively and risking her life, it started to feel like a big slap on the face. MC had proved herself over and over again, and now it was being questioned. They didn’t trust her. They didn’t believe in her. And now Ominis had been attacked and left on the cold floor when he had tried to save her. She had been tortured and held inside her own home against her will. MC did her best to control the turmoil inside of her as she spoke. 

“Your officers are all useless. You will not find him, I guarantee it.”

McNulty was now turning red with rage. But his tone did not break through to express it. He kept his composure, his voice strict and loud. 

“You are compromised. You were seen taking unauthorized documents from the archives weeks ago. The Aurors following you were all exposed and attacked at some point. We have looked into your history with Sallow, many individuals had things to say about how close the both of you were. And now, to see you untouched when your friend Gaunt was tortured and memory wiped clean..” 

MC was breathing hard, her eyes wide as she listened. How could this all be pointing back to her? Were they forgetting that Sebastian had attacked her hours ago? Sebastian had blasted a bloody hole through her apartment wall. She was seething in frustration and betrayal. 

McNulty’s eyes watched her. He had told her more than he should have. But he wanted her to understand the gravity of the situation and why she could never be part of the case. 

MC was too compromised. And she was suspected of being an accomplice. 

“You see why things are not going as planned?” He spoke to her quietly.

“By all means, detain me then. Stop me from aiding a fugitive and for trying to hurt my own family.  Keep me out of the way and keep tabs on me like a bloody animal.” 

“Careful L/N, you are walking on thin ice here,” his words were loud once again, sharp. 

MC took a moment to breathe, not listening to what McNulty had to say. She could not believe the position she was currently in. All the things he listed, how could they hold so much weight? What about the past 8 years of her career? When she finally spoke, her words were slow, every word carried weight as she spat them with rage.

“You will all fail. And I will be glad to see you all ashamed and embarrassed with the results of your fruitless search.” 

“Enough. You are suspended until further notice.” 

MC watched as McNulty walked away with finality. Her eyes stayed on his retreating back, feeling her insides shake from anger. He left the hospital through the front door and disappeared into the night. 

MC sat down as she tried to control her breathing. She took a moment to calm down, unable to believe her luck. She knew she had pushed it. The more she thought, the more it became apparent. She was to blame. She had underestimated the department, that part was clear.

But she could not restrain herself anymore. Not when she had been tiptoeing and feeling as if she was going insane the past 2 weeks. To calm herself, she looked at her clothes. The edges were worn from the glass she had rested on. Her palms were fully healed, no more glass etching at her skin. She was truly suspended now.

Before leaving the hospital, MC made her way to visit Ominis. She put on her best face and tried to appear unaffected by the recent punishment. She owed Ominis a visit before she stepped into the cold night.

MC followed a nurse as she was lead to a door. She opened it and stepped into the room. 

Ominis was resting on a bed, he did not look too wounded to her relief. His tired smile turned in her direction. His features brightened as he exclaimed, “Ah, my lovely MC.” 

MC walked closer to his side, and she tensed when she felt his hand reach for hers. 

She held his hand, unable to find the heart to pull her warm hands from his cold ones. 

“Apparently I had a bit of an accident. Things are a little hard to remember,” Ominis explained softly. 

“Ominis, I am so sorry this happened to you. I should have-” she started, but she was interrupted. Ominis shook his head, still smiling.

“Nothing to worry about MC. I will be getting those memories back. I just feel a little hazy, that’s all.”

She couldn’t speak further. Her eyes remained on him, unable to shake the feeling of dread. And loneliness. She didn’t have Ominis to lean on. She was going to be forced to endure Sebastian’s return on her own. Ominis, the voice of reason when she most needed it.. 

The best she could do was let him dwell on his ignorance a little longer. 

“What is the last thing you remember Ominis?” MC’s words were quiet. 

She looked into Ominis’ blue eyes as he responded, a little hesitant. 

“I remember that you were put on temporary leave. How long ago was that?” 

Rose sighed in relief. His memories were not too far gone. With only 2 weeks worth of missing information, he would be remembering everything soon enough.

“That was quite recent actually. You are right not too be too worried,” her tone was light and reassuring. She smiled even if it did not quite reach her eyes. 

MC waited for Ominis to fall asleep. She didn’t pull away her hand as she watched him close his eyes. 

By time time she was stepping out of the hospital, it was freezing. The wind hit her face and she breathed in relief. Despite the events that had happened the past hour, MC did not feel disappointed or let down. If anything, she felt even more motivated and driven by her anger. 

When she entered her apartment, she was met with her actual apartment.. As it was before the chaos that had occurred. The department must have collected all the evidence they needed before leaving it back in its original state. MC walked through the rooms, unable to detect a single item out of place. It was almost as if Sebastian had never set foot in her apartment.

She found the letter with the list of reparations on top of the coffee table.

She came to stand in the kitchen, her eyes falling on her desk by the window. Anne’s letter was missing, the more important clue of all. 

The longer she stayed in her apartment, the harder it was to ignore the feeling that she was not safe. She was being watched. Either by the Ministry, or..

Even if she stayed, she would not be able to sleep. MC walked into her room and grabbed her bag. She grabbed a couple of pieces of clothing and stuffed the garments into the bag. She moved fast and with urgency.  She had already made up her mind the moment she was officially suspended. In reality, being suspended did not feel any different than being temporarily demoted. It all felt the same. Empty, bitter, infuriating, and lost. She was acting solely on the assumption that there was not much to lose.

She would go after Sebastian Sallow. She would find him before the Ministry got to him. And once she did, she would make him pay for what he did not Ominis. She felt the anger, bitterness, and revenge settle in her stomach. She could not remember the last time she felt this way.

The first step to finding Sebastian, was to find Anne first. It would only be a matter of time before he found her. He had Anne’s letter, and it mentioned her recent locations. 

Her home by an oceanic village not mentioned in the letter, and Feldcroft. 

MC stepped out of the building and gazed down the empty street. She could not shake off the cold she felt on her skin. With one last exhale she apparated.

The familiar rustic door was lit by the light. MC could hear the hard breeze push against the plants in the garden. She stepped towards the door, noticing how dark the Feldcroft home felt. She knocked on the door as she looked at her surroundings. Under the moonlight, the neighborhood felt undisturbed. MC’s eyes moved back to the garden and she could see the many small plants that were recently planted. She could hear the sound of rustling before the door opened. 

“MC? What are you doing so late?” Anne peered through the door, only opening it wider for her. Before stepping in, MC’s eyes gazed around once more. Then the door is closed and locked a second later. 

MC didn’t speak as she checked all the windows and closed the curtains securely. She waved her wand and cast a couple of incantations around the small home. Anne waited by the door, her eyes watching her in silence and confusion. But she did not stop her. Anne came to sit at the table and lit a candle. 

“Has anyone visited you tonight Anne?” MC asked when she turned to look at her. 

Anne looked at her and shook her head in response. MC looked at her, trying to read her expression. Once MC was satisfied, she sat down on the chair across from her. Anne gestured to her cloak, and spoke quietly.

“Give me your cloak, I can hang it for you.” 

“That is not necessary Anne. I.. I don’t think I will be staying too long,” MC told her. Her voice dropped in volume. She left out the part where she thought about dragging Anne with her to safety.

Anne gives MC a look and she sighs. “You must be here for important business. If it is about the curse, I guarantee you that I am feeling alright. I have not been feeling dizzy, I don’t need another check up. I have been handling myself pretty well-” 

“No, Anne I am not here for that. Not this time,” MC interrupted her with a small smile. 

Anne paused and gave her a smile of her own, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Well that is a first. You only seem to come visit me whenever you need to check up on it.” 

MC felt embarrassment the moment Anne spoke. She could not deny her statement, because it was true. MC looked down at the table for a moment. Anne reached out and takes her hand in hers. Anne’s hand is warm against MC’s cold ones. With a soft smile, she encourages her to continue. “What is the reason for this unexpected visit then Y/N?” 

MC finally mustered the patience and strength to tell her the events that occurred the past couple of hours. “I regret to say that you will need to stay calm when I tell you what has happened. I shouldn’t be here Anne, if they find out..” 

Anne straightened up in her seat and withdrew her hand. She waited for MC to speak, but her expression shows that she already suspected what it would be about. Her voice is quiet when she speaks again. “What has happened with the Ministry now MC? Don’t tell me you still do not have your position back?” 

MC shook her head and with a small smile. She confessed the truth. “I am no longer temporarily demoted. I am now suspended.” 

Anne looked angry and her hand patted MC’s hand. “You’re better than all that lot put together.” 

“You’re forgetting that Ominis is also part of that lot, Anne.” MC could not help but smile at her response. It made her feel somewhat less burdened by her suspension. But the mention of Ominis made her reel back to the purpose of her visit. She shifted in her chair and cleared her voice.

“Anne, what I am about to share is not easy. A lot happened the past couple of hours..” MC started off chronologically. She shared her perspective and point of view as best as she could. Her memory kept giving out, blurring certain things. But she forcefully told Anne everything that had happened, leading to the current late night Feldcroft visit. 

By the end, Anne was furious. She got up from her seat with so much tension in her body. It only gave MC anxiety to see her in that state. It reminded her of the times in the past when she had to calm down Anne when her health was deteriorating. 

Anne’s brows were set, her hair slightly messy from sleep, her eyes hardened. “Sebastian put you and Ominis in the hospital.. And he is looking for me?” 

“That is why I am here. You need to come with me, I will take us somewhere safe. I don’t want you be here when-” 

MC was interrupted when Anne’s eyes changed. Anne shook her head slowly, her eyes not moving from MC’s. The way Anne looked at her, she knew that Anne was going to refuse. And it made her chest hurt with stress. 

“If Sebastian is looking for me, I will not hide.”

That was all MC needed to hear. She exhaled harshly and she started to tap her boot against the floor. She thought hard, thinking of somehow dragging Anne out of there or somehow coming up with a plan in case Sebastian did come looking for Anne in the next couple of hours.. 

MC finally got up and she took off her cloak. She hung it by the door before she turned to face Anne again. “If you’re not coming with me, I guess I will need to stay then.” 

Anne didn’t refuse her request. But she looked uneasy now since she knew how MC’s interaction with Sebastian went. Anne spoke again, her voice tired. 

“How is Ominis? Will he be out of the hospital soon?” 

MC came to stand in front of Anne. She pulled her into a hug, and she reassured her quietly. “He will recover. The spell was not strong enough, he only forgot recent events.” 

Anne nodded against MC’s shoulder, feeling relieved. After a moment, Anne pulled away and walked around the room. She set out blankets and pillows for MC and on the bed next to hers. Within minutes, they were both in bed but neither could sleep. 

The silence was heavy. That was until Anne spoke, and it seemed to make the atmosphere more dreadful.

“Have you thought about what you would do if you found him again? Would you.. Would you detain him?” 

Silence. MC could not answer. She had not thought that far, and she was at a loss for words. 

Eventually Anne turned the other way and did not utter another word. 

MC’s eyes were glued to the door, unable to look away even when her eyes grew tired. This was even worse than sleeping in her apartment in London. It was almost as if they were both waiting for some kind of natural disaster to come and break down the whole house. She was jumpy and restless. But after an hour, she fell into a profound sleep. 

When she woke, she sat up on the bed with a start. Her eyes darted around the room in panic. 

Her hand gripped the wand under her pillow and took in her surroundings. She was still in Anne’s Feldcroft home. That was when she noticed that Anne was not in bed. 

MC kicked off the bed and pulled on her cloak. She cursed under her breath for falling asleep. 

She had not removed her clothes completely before laying down, and she only had to put on her boots. She darted out of the door with her wand drawn.

MC looked like a mad woman walking around the small town of Feldcroft so early in the morning. How early was it? The sun was not even rising yet. Her eyes were focused and bright despite her exhaustion. She walked through the town, not bothering to be quiet. Her breath came out loud and panicked. Had Anne left on her own? How could she have sneaked out without her notice? What if she had been taken?

No, Anne was not the kind of person to be taken. Anne would have fought teeth and nail before getting abducted. And Sebastian had no bad intentions or hatred towards his own twin sister. If anything the person she had to worry about if she ran into Sebastian again, was herself. 

MC continued to walk until she reached the hill that overlooked the town. When she made it half way up the hill, she heard voices. The voices got louder the more she approached the top.        

She walked quietly, suddenly careful and cautious. She found them right in the ruins where Isidora’s home once was. There was nothing there now, no stone no remains of what was once a destroyed home. There were trees all around the hill, and a lot of bushes.

Anne and Sebastian Sallow were standing under the trees, the moonlight brushing over their silhouettes as the breeze moved the branches above them. 

MC took in their appearances, they both looked like opposites. Anne was wearing a wool scarf, the color of autumns leaves. Her hair was soft as it moved in the cold breeze. Her cheeks were rosy. She was enveloped in a thick shawl. Sebastian looked ragged and hollow. His cheeks held no color, his freckles almost invisible on his skin. His eyes were piercing, holding such little warmth. His clothes were dark, just as she remembered them from hours ago. 

The closer she came, the easier it was to hear what they were saying. And they were arguing. The longer she heard their conversation, the more she realized that they have been talking for a while now. MC came the closest she could without being seen. She was ready to come to Anne’s defense if needed. She was not intending to ruin their moment, not yet. 

MC heard her name, and she felt her skin grow cold. Anne was defending her. 

“She is the reason why I am still here. Don’t you understand? Can’t you seem to even wonder how much she had to undergo to cure my curse? When all else failed and when we were all made to believe there was no hope and no-”

“I never gave up on you Anne. I would have found a cure. I would have- I would have cured you myself.” 

Anne breathed out in frustration and turned away from Sebastian. She had been arguing for quite some time now, and her patience was fading. Anne turned back to Sebastian and threw her hands in front of her in anger.

“That is not the point! She has been a friend, a sister to me. Her and Ominis- I could not ask for more. I love them both dearly. And you had the audacity to hurt them last night- Don’t you dare interrupt me!” 

Sebastian had been speaking up but stopped at the sight of Anne’s face. For once Sebastian did not look like a threat. Almost, like the boy he once was. The boy he was before he was thrown in Azkaban. MC felt her chest ache from where she watched. The familiar expression on his face, brows furrowed and his eyes sad.

He let Anne talk longer. He heard her voice and he was so fixated on her. Just her. 

Almost as if he was still trying to believe that she was still there. She was alive and still present in the world he was currently in. As much as he had failed already, he did not want to upset her.

When he finally spoke, his pain was so clear.

“Anne, my two closest friends turned me in. They both reported me to the Ministry- they ruined my future. They ruined my life. MC saved you, but you cannot expect me to forgive her.”

Sebastian’s tone could not hide his relief. He continued, his voice growing quieter.

“You cannot trust them Anne. They are the kind of people to hide the truth. For your sake, they would hide the truth from you.” 

MC felt her heart stop at his words. Everything he had said, she could not deny them. 

She had kept many things from Anne in the recent years. And it was just as he had said, to not hurt her. Then what came out of Anne’s mouth, MC had not been expecting it. And neither was Sebastian. 

Anne’s face was looking at the ground between them. Her voice was resolute and slow. 

“Ominis turned you in Sebastian.. He did it for me.” 

The silence was loud. MC could hear almost hear and feel Sebastian’s pain from where she was. And he did not respond. Anne kept talking.

“He had done it for me. He knew I could never.. Ominis will never admit it.” 

Anne’s words were so vulnerable and soft, her feelings towards Ominis were shown. And Sebastian seemed to have caught it. 

Sebastian was looking at his sister with wide eyes. MC could see the many emotions that crossed his features in that moment. After all those years, he was having a hard time coming to terms with the way the life continued without him. These were all emotions he did not have the liberty of feeling for so long.. And it was too overbearing for him. 

Sebastian could not be angry with his sister. But he felt alone and abandoned. Anne was not happy to see him after all that time spent imprisoned. He had made things so unfavorable for their reunion. But he did not have another choice. Sebastian’s expression was hard. But the tears that slipped down his cheeks betrayed the mask he struggled to hide behind. 

“I have done so many things, all that are not worth forgiving. I know this. I will live the rest of my life with these irreparable mistakes, Anne.” 

Sebastian looked at his sister, a broken man. He took a couple of steps closer. 

“If I had known- If I had been told that you were still here- Anne..” He reached out for her. His eyes were searching hers, unable to find the patience. “I would not have done what I.. I would not have behaved the way I did.” 

Anne was crying now. Her expression was frozen in the scowl she wore. Her tears were right. Anne did not reach out to take Sebastian’s hand. She only continued to look at him with bright and sad eyes. Sebastian kept talking, his words slow. He was struggling to put his feelings into words. 

“I only care about you Anne. And I am not in prison anymore. I need to know that you have forgiven me, for everything, and all that I have done.” 

MC watched as Sebastian Sallow admitted to his wrong doings. Begging for the forgiveness from his sister Anne. His only family. 

“There is not a day that passes that I regret what I have done. I cannot take it back. Uncle- Uncle Solomon-” 

Anne did not move, and only watched Sebastian cry as he mentioned their Uncle Solomon. Anne made no efforts to move to his side or to comfort him. She only watched as her brother came to terms with the past. Her hair moved around her face as she remained still. Her scarf slowly loosened around her neck. Her hands did not relax from the fists that rested on her sides. 

“I need it Anne. I need your forgiveness, and I.. And I will leave you alone. I will not bother you any longer.”

MC could not handle it any longer. She moved out from where she was hiding. She walked towards the two as they stood at the top of the hill. They both turned to look at her, the trees moved strongly overhead. 

At the sight of her reappearance, Sebastian completely changed. His stare became intense as he watched her approach. He tensed and he turned his body slightly in her direction. His hand dug into his pocket. Anne was watching her come closer with wide eyes, fearing for her safety. 

MC came to a stop at a distance. She could see Sebastian so clearly now under the moonlight. She had seen him vulnerable seconds earlier. The expression he wore now did not affect her in the slightest. Her own bones started to warm up as she looked at him. Her anger was slowly boiling once again. They both looked at each other, calculating and planning their next move. 

Before either Sebastian or MC could say a single word to each other, Anne moved first. And she came to stand in front of MC as she held her hand up to stop her. Anne’s palm pressed against MC’s middle and she turned to face her brother in panic. 

Anne was now in the middle of the two, and they both refused to act.

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I love your writings so much!😊 I hope your having a good day and doing good. ❤ You do not have to do this but I would appreciate it 🙏

Can I request a Levi x reader where she burns out emotionally easily and no body really knows cause she is really good at leaving before it happens. But when her and Levi start dating he still doesn't know and then one day they are in his office doing paperwork and drinking tea, while she talking about her day and then all of a sudden her smile falls, her body slumps, her eyes look dull/numb, and she stops talking. How would he react? Would he notice when she is almost out of energy in public? Like how would he handle it?

Happy to do this because I have been like this a lot recently, very drained so this was really therapeutic to make.

@ladycheesington <3

Painful burnout

Levi x fem!reader

Canon world, fluff, romance, being a couple, emotional reader, emotional support, supportive Levi, mental health talk.

While assisting your boyfriend on his paperwork and enjoying tea, you suddenly burnout emotionally. Levi notices, you talk and he supports you.

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A delicious scent of tea and a soft scribbling of paper against pen filled Levi's office. Now and then one pen would stop moving so the owner of it could gaze at the person they loved so deeply. No matter how much he gazed at you, Levi could never get over how you were his.

To Levi, you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Every little feature and expression made his heart sing with joy. He wanted to learn everything he could about you. It was so exciting to learn new things about you, but sometimes it worried him.

As he watched you the lovely bright sparkle in your eyes started to dull. The gentle smile you had dropped instantly and your skin went a bit pale. Something wasn't right. The closer he looked the more it clicked in his head what was wrong, you were done emotionally. Levi had felt exactly how you looked before.

Levi reached over and took your hand in his. As softly as possible he said your name, but you didn't respond. He leaned a little to see tears filling your eyes. He lifted your hand to his lips and gently kissed. The shaking started next and then you dropped your head. Levi kissed your hand again.

He shifted closer to you. "It's okay. You're okay. You're safe."

With your free hand, you covered your mouth with your hand and sobbed a bit. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay. It really is."

You looked up at Levi to see a gentle and loving look in his eyes. "I just...I'm so drained. I don't want you to think it's you. I adore you, Levi. It's just all this work and the expectations. I'm drained."

He reached over and wiped your tears away. "I understand what you mean and know that it's okay. You know, I'm honoured brat that you felt like you could be this way with me."

You leaned your cheek against his hand and smiled a little. "You make me feel safe." You closed your eyes for a moment before looking at Levi. "Do you feel this way sometimes?"

He nodded. "People drain me. I like my own company or yours. I have cried myself to sleep at night. I have sat for ages in showers because I can't bring myself to move. Life hurts, but there are joys." He blushed hard. "You're my joy."

You giggled a bit as the light returned to your eyes. "You're mine too."

"I'm not the best with words, so I can offer hugs."

You dove into Levi's arms and whined. "You're wonderful."

He wrapped his arms around you and squeezed you. "You're the wonderful one. You can talk to me whenever you want, okay? I'm here for you and if you just want to sit, cuddle or work in silence to recharge then I'm happy to do that."

You closed your eyes as you listened to his beating heart. "Mm, thank you. Same to you."

"I will hold you to that." He hummed a laugh. "Want to cuddle in bed with me for a bit? No talking, just cuddles?"

"Please."

He picked you up and carried you to his room. "All right, let's give you all the cuddles."