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Dadbastian Week: Different Kids

I was not very polite with this one, and also I need to explain myself for this one bc I made an AU just for this one fic.

The Needed Prelude: It's an AU where Sebastian has both Phantomhive twins. How? I have no idea. R!Ciel is just Ciel. O!Ciel is... unnamed sonboy. Sebastian serves O!Ciel, but R!Ciel kinda isn't his business. R!Ciel is the Earl Phantomhive, but O!Ciel snatched up the Guard Dog gig out from under his feet bc he wants his revenge. R!Ciel doesn't know Sebastian is a demon, he's just chilling and has no idea a revenge plot is happening.

Needed Content Warning: Mentions of the twins backstory. Also favoritism. That's all.

Ok I'm done talking now, it's for @dadbastianweek2023

Have fun, God knows I had fun. I love messy things.

Favoritism

A proper Phantomhive butler did not pick favorites. He serves all members of the household with equal attentiveness, as anything less would be highly unprofessional.

… That being said, Sebastian had a favorite Phantomhive twin.

It was his twin, obviously. The fact that the boy had a contract with him was definitely a factor, but it was far from the only reason that he held the younger of the two in an esteem higher than that of his brother.

Another, much bigger factor is that his own charge caused significantly less trouble for him. The boy was quiet, and when he did need to stir up something for the sake of his revenge it was always the type of mess that Sebastian enjoyed getting tangled up in. The thought had even crossed his mind once or twice that the youngest Phantomhive boy really would make one hell of a demon.

Ciel Phantomhive was a different story. He was loud. He enjoyed pulling silly little pranks on his much more serious brother, disagreeing entirely with the idea that they were both no longer children. It was the kind of behavior that made Sebastian scoff, realizing what his young master had meant when he expressed to Her Majesty some doubts about his older brother’s ability to inherit their father’s secondary title. 

Ciel Phantomhive as the Queen’s guard dog. The thought of it almost made Sebastian laugh.

Still, the older twin wasn’t without his charms. He was gregarious, easy to like, and arguably an agreeable young man (though a bit of a people-pleasing doormat if you asked Sebastain for his honest opinion). He really did make a fine Earl Phantomhive, especially considering that his skills in mathematics weren’t entirely hopeless and that he didn’t cower in fear at the thought of a public event.

Sebastian tried not to let his distaste show, but it was hard sometimes. His own master was so clever, something that had been a driving force behind Sebastian’s loyalty remaining with him. He had such a razor-sharp intellect that made even a demon sit at the edge of his seat and watch excitedly for his next move. Compared to such a cunning little mind, Ciel Phantomhive just looked…

Dull.

It wasn’t as if this opinion was shared only by himself. The Young Master also seemed exhausted by his brother’s antics.

“He thinks his job is so hard!” The boy would groan.

“Indeed, if saddled with your position, he would crack under the pressure.“ Sebastian would agree before looking up, his face showing no remorse. “If you pardon my saying so.”

The truth was that the new Earl Phantomhive was stuck in the past, trying far too hard to salvage the past from the wreckage with childish pranks and rude behavior behind the closed doors of his own manor. The worst part of all of it is that whenever he acted in such a manner, he would look to Sebastain of all people for approval. And Sebastain was not one to find such antics endearing.

Yes, the only words to describe Ciel Phantomhive were as follows; Sentimental, painfully unfunny, and so very dull.

So dull he had yet to notice a demon living under his own roof.

---

“Sebastian?” A voice shocked him out of his thoughts, nearly causing him to drop the dish he was wiping down into the empty basin. He turned, his reaction entirely dependent on who exactly was standing in the kitchen doorway.

The shaggy blue-black hair didn’t tell him much, so he moved his eyes down to the eyes. Only one was visible, with the other hidden away behind a sensible black eyepatch. His face softened.

His twin.

“I didn’t even hear you coming, Young Master.” He said with a gentleness that made it all sound like a laugh. He supposed he must have been too wrapped up in his thoughts to feel the boy’s soul approaching him. It happened from time to time, though he did try not to be so careless.

He glanced down at the blue suit the boy wore, raising an eyebrow at it. “Did we not decide on the green one for today?”

His master shrugged, looking down at the floor in what Sebastain assumed was shame. “I spilled my tea. Tanaka helped me change.”

Sebastian tutted softly, turning his attention back to the dish in his hand. “You must be more careful, My Lord.”

Something about his phrasing made his charge tense up, but everything seemed to do so nowadays. ‘Teenagers’, Sebastain thought with the slightest hint of disdain as he waited for the boy to say whatever it was he had needed so badly that he walked all the way down to the kitchen rather than just calling for him.

“... Am I your favorite?” 

Well… that wasn’t quite what he expected.

“... Pardon?” This time, the plate was set carefully at the bottom of the wash basin as Sebastain turned to give his full attention to the young boy.

“Am I your favorite?” He asked again with more confidence. “Who do you like more, me or Ciel?”

The question was so uncharacteristically bold that it startled an unbecoming bark of a laugh out of Sebastain’s throat. “You, of course.”

There really was no need for hesitation. It’s not as if he could lie to the boy. Better to just spit out the answer if the question was going to be so simple and of such little consequence.

His young master looked horrified by his answer. In a way, Sebastian could not blame him for such a reaction. It did not bode well if your actions earned you the favor of a demon. And indeed, he most certainly deserved the favor he received.

“What is this about, anyway?” Sebastian teased lightly. “Have you fallen victim to a sudden bout of insecurity?”

His young charge’s lip quivered, so the boy bit it to keep it still. Sebastian paused for a moment, wondering if maybe he had been a bit too careless with the topic at hand. After all, humans were very attached to their senses of morality. No matter how skewed it may be.

“As if you would care.” The boy muttered with such bite that Sebastain felt he had really earned the guard dog title. Sebastian went to open his mouth, maybe say something to mend the situation slightly, but the boy was already gone by the time he mustered the pathetic “ah” noise in protest.

Well…

That seemed like a dilemma in the making.

---

“Sebastian!” This time the voice that called his name pulled him in a way that was more tangible, yanking his movements to a stop as he felt his master’s presence grow strong and irritable. “Sebastian!”

“Yes Young Master, what is it?” He turned, watching the boy run up to him in his… green suit? “The green one is back?”

The younger Phantomhive twin;s scowl wavered just long enough to show his confusion. “What are you-” He growled in frustration, and only then did Sebastian notice the hand placed firmly over his left eye. “Where is Ciel?”

Sebastian looked confused now. “If I remember correctly, the Earl Phantomhive was meant to be out on business today.”

“Well he isn’t,” The boy growled. “And that wasn’t an answer.”

Sebastian’s brow furrowed even more, if that was at all possible. “I assure you, I have not seen him as far as I’m aware.”

“Well he has to be-” Speak of the devil and he shall appear, rounding the corner sharply and slamming a hand right in his brother’s chest. 

His younger brother coughed hollowly on impact, forcing Sebastian to bend down and watch closely for an asthma attack as the boy held a fist against where he had been struck.

Once the coughing subsided, he uncurled his fist and showed Sebastain the eyepatch that lay crumpled up in his palm. “You ASS-”

Rather than scold the younger brother for his language, Sebastian lifted his head to demand the older apologize immediately for his behavior.

That is until he saw the back of Ciel’s blue jacket.

He hummed curiously as his charge quickly covered up his eye with the patch and demanded help tying it.

So, Ciel Phantomhive was in fact capable of manipulation.

It indeed was a day full of surprises.

---

“You’re in the wrong study.” That was the only greeting Sebastian got as he opened the door to Ciel’s personal workroom. He had to admit, if upsetting him so was the only way to keep him hard at work even after the sun had gone down, then he should make a habit of being even less sensitive. 

No, that wouldn’t do. This much conflict would only get in his way as time went on.

He smiled. “No, I believe I’m in the right place.”

There was no response.

“... I bought hot chocolate,” He tried again. “With cinnamon and cream.”

Still nothing.

Sebastian sighed, placing the cup down in the boy’s line of sight. He supposed he was going to need to be even more direct than he had thought (yet another reason why the other brother was preferable. Bribery was still an option for minor blunders).

“I owe you an apology, My Lord.” He said sympathetically. “It was wrong for me to say such things, even in jest.”

Of course he hadn’t been joking. But technically he hadn’t said that he meant it as a joke either.

Ciel’s brow furrowed, and Sebastian wondered if he was about to witness the elder brother’s version of the famous Phantomhive rage he had already seen on full display so many times.

He hadn’t once ever considered that such a face could be the prelude to tears.

He was too stunned to speak as those glassy blue eyes turned to him, filled with some type of betrayal that Sebastian hadn’t felt was warranted until he saw it firsthand. “Why do you hate me?!”

“I-” He cleared his throat, trying to gain his composure once more. “I assure you My Lord, I don’t hate you.”

How could he? Children were too innocent by nature to truly hate. He just so happened to not find much value in innocence.

“You don’t like me!” Ciel yelled, and Sebastian had to bite his cheek. That part unfortunately was true. “You adore him! When he calls, you answer! When he speaks, you applaud! B-but when I do it, you just- you just-”

Something dug its claws into Sebastian’s spine. Something that seemed like shame. He really hadn’t meant to make his lack of affections so noticeable. 

“My Lord,” He knelt down to what would have been eye level if Ciel wasn’t doing everything in his power to not even look at him. “You must understand, your brother sometimes requires special attention. He’s been through a lot-”

“So have I!” Ciel cut him off with a cry painful enough to make even a demon feel guilt burrow into the pit of his stomach.

In his three years as the Phantomhive butler, he had never even considered it. Of course he had been aware that the boys had both been taken the night their parents had been killed. He knew logically that they had both taken the same route from start to finish, the only difference in their memory being what happened in those last few minutes before the horror was over.

When his charge woke in the night, thrashing, screaming, vomiting, clinging to the nearest source of warmth for salvation, Sebastian rushed to his side and held him tight until the memories faded into black and he was brought back to the land of the living, shaking like a newborn deer.

Who did that for Ciel? Did anyone do that for Ciel? Or had he been forced to fight his way through those fits all alone?

Sebastian tried to swallow the sand-like shame in his throat. Perhaps he had misjudged the boy’s resolve.

Slowly as to not startle Ciel, Sebastian reached into his breast pocket and extended a handkerchief to the sobbing boy in front of him.

Lord only knows how pitiful his face must have looked for Ciel to decide to throw himself into Sebastian’s chest instead. He allowed it, wrapping his arms around the boy and allowing him what little comfort he knew how to extend.

“There, there.” He whispered to him in the voice he only ever used for the child’s brother. “You’ve been very brave.”

And it was true. There were few things Sebastian could think of that were more courageous and more human than smiling at the face of hell. It was the type of behavior that Sebastian was sure would make the late Lord Phantomhive quite proud.

But he wasn’t here. So Ciel was vying for praise from the man he felt was the closest thing he could get now in lieu of fatherly affection.

Hesitantly, he placed a kiss on top of the child’s head. “You’ve done well.”

He cried even harder, clinging harder to Sebastian’s lapels. Something about the situation brought Sebastian a sick satisfaction that his demonic nature just couldn’t ignore.

He would not crave his attention if he knew the truth.

After all, he was not as dull as he had initially seemed.

[neetily]

↳ EVENT 45. Sebastian (Jealousy Sex & Incest)

— ✧ warnings: Jealousy Issues, jealousy sex, Incest, stepcest, Pseudo-Incest, Manipulation, clueless!reader, dubcon, Cheating, Creampie — ✧ word count: 3,197

— ✧ A/N: reposting from my old account since i was asked to! formatting might be off, but it's still readable.

There are many perks that come with being the eldest sibling. For one, his word is final. Always has been, really. Even when you were half his size and sporting those baby fat chubby little cheeks, cute little pout on your lips; didn't matter what he said, he knew you would always listen to him regardless. Because that's what little sisters do, right? They listen well to their big brothers, always relying on him to know exactly what you should do at any given moment.

It's not his fault that you're gullible to a T.

Another benefit is that he's always right too. So even if you whinge and complain at his bossing around, he knows just how easy you are to tire out, because you know just how right he really is. He hasn't failed you yet, has he? No matter the circumstances, you can trust him to be right when it comes to you. No you shouldn't wear that skirt to that party, promise I'm not looking at you any kind of way, you should probably pick up some more panties now that we're out. Always, always, Sebastian is right. Like he always says to you: Big brothers intuition. And you never seem to fight him too hard on it, which is good. It's preferred. It's easier that way, for you too, right? There's no need to use that empty little head of yours when he's around!

Perhaps his favourite perk of being your big brother, however, is how much he's trusted with you. Not just from how much trust you personally put in him, though to know that you depend on him for daily life things is sweet enough as it is. It's even better when his mom and your dad leave you all alone with him for an extended weekend, as is usually the case at least once a month. Date night or whatever, he never cared too much for the reasons, too focused on the fact that he has free reign access to you completely for a few days. Yeah, yeah. I'll babysit her— even in your adulthood. Ignorant to his real intentions, all involved remain blissfully unaware of just how degenerate he truly is— especially when it comes to you.

If they did, he'd never be allowed near you again.

He'd hoped to have waited a little bit longer, though. Sweetened you up some more, have you perched right on the edge of confession before enacting his perverted fantasies upon you; and yet here you are, laying under him so pliantly, submissively sniffing up at him as he lines his red hot leaking tip up to your sopping little hole as if it were natural to do so, and not some forced plotline from the plenty incest pornos he's watched. If only y'hadn't brought your boyfriend over last night, yeah? Taking the prime opportunity your parents have offered you and running with it— a free house, of course you had to invite him over. You might be dumb, but you're not stupid, he expected as much. Encouraged it, even. Wanted you to enjoy yourself before charming you for a night, letting you mess around before making you all his. What you didn't have to do was get plowed by your boyfriend so hard all night long, and keep your loving, doting, wanting brother awake with a fist pumping away frantically at his rock hard cock, listening intently to the forced moans you let out from your locked room.

That, might make you stupid.

Don't you think he deserves a go, too? After all, he's your big brother. You should be wanting to offer him up some hole too, yeah?

It's not difficult to see just how jealous he is deep down. He's not trying to hide it very well, his muscles tight as he looms above, eyes squinting down at you. Sure, he knew that you had a boyfriend, but that's just a little play time, right? Deep down, you know exactly who you belong to. You should have known better than to disrespect him in his house by moaning so prettily for another man, so it's only fair that you suffer some consequences. Don't you know just how long he's been waiting, planning, scheming to make you his? He doesn't so much mind that you aren't a virgin, but rather than you chose to fuck some other guy in his house. Makes his tummy turn with upset.

"Um... You're like, absolutely sure that this isn't cheating, Sebby?" Your body quivers with your shaky words, batting your eyelashes up at him so prettily like that, he's forced to take a moment to collect himself before giving you an answer. Poor baby, is big brother being mean to you? He's only giving you what you deserve, afterall.

With his cock head still slipping between your folds, smearing precum all over your puffy little sister clit, he offers you a faux sweet sigh of relief. "Promise, silly," He lightly scolds you, flashing you a playful smile to hopefully break you in, wear you down enough so that it's easier for you to give him what he wants. It's all he has to do at the end of the day, dupe you onto his side. "I'm your big brother, right? We're just playing. That's all! You aren't doing anything wrong, okay?"

It takes you a moment to fully comprehend his words, but the meek little nod up at his lies fills him with so much joy immediately, lust pooling in his tummy upon earning your coerced consent. Bad big brother, isn't he? Taking advantage of your innocence, letting his tip drool precum all over your cute little sister cunt with corrupting intent; fuck, such a pretty pussy you've got, it's a shame he's had to wait so long to fuck it.

"If big brother says so..."

"'Zactly, you got it," He coos down at you softly, extending a hand to help fluff up the pillow under your head for you to be as comfortable as possible, his chest tight at the sound of your cute giggled thanks to contrast the way that his cock still twitches against your slit. Just playing, just a little play time with your beloved big bro, that's all! "You trust me, don't you?" he preys on your people pleasing tendencies, fist squeezing tight at the base of his cock just to tap his tip against your clit a few times. An action that earns a gasp from you, and himself at the heated connection, precum string keeping him connected to you as he sucks in some air through his teeth. "Don't you love me?"

Rotten to the core, he figures that he'd never be able to express to you just how much he adores that look of absolute worry on your pretty face, flustering to reassure him that yes, you do love him! yes, you do trust him! After all, he's taken such good care of you thus far, right? It's just— there's that big brother itch, y'know? Forever gnawing at him, body begging for him to indulge, to satisfy you better than your boyfriend could ever, to have you relying him for even this. God, he can imagine it even now as he hovers above you, one hand lightly stroking at his cock, the other stabilising himself next to your head. Images of having you wander into his room late at night, tugging sheepishly at your shirt, rubbing your legs together with blushy cheeks. Can you help me, big brother? That's the fucking dream, y'know?

"Then, you want to play too, right?" He cocks his head at you, clearly seeking an obvious answer; of which you give almost immediately with a quick head nod, shyly chewing on your bottom lip as he smiles down at you lovingly. You're so easy to manipulate, he thinks. Serving yourself up on a silver platter for his selfish desires. Dirty wants, lewd wishes. So pretty when you're being such a shy baby too, his shy little sister, on her back for him with your legs hiked up to allow him space between them. You're prettiest when you're unwittingly submitting to him, he thinks.

And it's nice to know that this was all your idea, right? Wasn't it? He could have swore...

Sighing deeply, he lets his cock drag down to your hole instinctively, tip catching on it slowly, showing you restraint only because he doesn't want to scare you off too much. If he had it his way, he'd have you folded in half already, turning you into some sort of squeaky toy from how many hiccups he'd like to fuck outta ya. But alas, he genuinely treasures you too— even if he has a funny way of showing it. Giving you a quick plain look once he's properly situated between your legs, an eyebrow raised at the way you immediately tense up under his gaze, but the glassy eyes and trembling lips that greet him back provide enough consent for him to just— push. Just a little, popping his tip into your tight little sister cunt for the first time ever and God, he— "Fuck me," He whispers to himself, voice all trembly and caught in his throat at the sheer tightness of your cunt, jealousy burrowing deeper in his tummy at the way he can finally feel that your boyfriend hasn't been fucking you right; so not only have you been messing around with someone unworthy behind his back, but the guy hasn't even been taking care of you properly? Dummy, big brother was here the whole time— He'll just have to fuck you well enough to force you into requiring his dirty touch instead, yeah? Get you away from your pathetic play thing and back into big brothers loving arms and twitching cock, leaking precum to collect at your hole, can you feel the way it gushes out around his cock as he pushes further in? Unable to keep holding back for you, driven to claim you as his own by the way your face scrunches up cutely as he makes you feel the burn of every. Single. Inch.

"Tight cunt, shit—" He heaves above you, not missing the way you mewl and whine pitifully for him, struggling to accept the stretch his fat cock offers you, but doing so well, doing your best to impress big brother, aren't you? "Shh, it's okay. Gonna look after you, like always, yeah?" He hushes your feeble sounds, little baby babbles that only make his cock harder, to be honest. "Jus' gotta trust big brother, all y'gotta do is sit there and look pretty— easy."

And though he's doing his best to reassure you, pushing his hips all the way until they rest against your ass, balls deep in the one hole he's supposed to avoid, he can't help but to shiver himself at the amount of hedonistic pleasure that comes with taking you like this. Under false pretence, soothing his own self indulgent jealousy by way of letting his precum stain your insides sticky, his eyes rolling to the back of his head at the way your cunt is so warm and soft for him, walls squirming around his fat cock so nicely, like your body just knows how much better he can treat you as compared to your boyfriend.

Pinned under him, at the mercy of his restraint, he gives you a barely audible "Gonna move now, kay?" through gritted teeth. Doesn't even wait for your response before moving, far too lost in the reality of dragging his hips back, only to push them back gently inside of his baby sister, into your little cunt, gasping loudly at the way she squelches for him, fuckin' soaked for big brother, yeah? Pretty body is just begging for him to look after you, sucking his cock off so well already— better than anything he's ever experienced before; which is why you're his little sister, right? It makes sense, he thinks, settling into a comfortable enough pace to have you gripping at his arms for grounding, his eyes glued to your pretty tits as they bounce with every easy thrust of his hips; nice and easy, for now. You're his sister, so you're made perfect for him, yeah? Cock slotting inside of your cute cunt so easily, wrapped around him so tightly that it's almost a little winding if he's honest. But that's a good thing, huffing above you with furrowed brows at the subtle sounds he rocks out of you, every thrust intent on winning you over, back where you belong— on the end of his cock. A squirming, moaning, little sister mess for him to fully enjoy in the privacy of the empty house.

Which is disgusting, right? How much he yearns for you, deciding himself who you belong to, simply because he can. Gross how every single thrust of his pervert cock into your squishy little cunt is purposeful, precise as he picks up the pace as soon as you're settled, stroking himself off as if you were his favourite onahole, dirtying your insides like it was a practiced routine, a natural conclusion to his relationship with you. And you look so cute taking your big brothers cock, you can't expect him to resist those soft sounds, right? Coaxing him into fucking you harder with the pretty pout you give him, convincing him to grip one hand at your waist to help bounce you back down his cock with tandem movements, a sly smirk tugging on his lips at the increased volume of your moans, breaking out into breathless laughter above you when you arch your back into his touch.

"Feelin' good?" He slurs for you, balls slapping against your ass with the quicker pace he humps you into, wet skin on skin echoing in his room to match the sweet suck of your cunt, gushing slick around the base of his cock every time he bullies his way to the hilt. Tiny fucking cunt, making him feel so good, shivering into you with every heavy fuck forward, trembling with you every time he drags your cunt back down his length. He'll fuck you into his shape if it's the last thing he ever does, completely and utterly in love with how good you make him feel, and you aren't even doing any of the work. "C'mon, tell big brother how it feels— fuck, got s'tight baby," He breaks out into a genuine smile, immediately clocking on to the fact that you're getting off to hearing his voice, like a fucking degenerate. Just like him, yeah? Two peas in a filthy, perverted, cock dribbling, cunt squirming, sibling fucking pod. "Better than your boyfriend, right? S'okay, y'can be— shit, please be honest with me—" He can't help but to want to hear you stroke his ego, pounding you into his bed sheets like it was any other normal weekend. The springs in his bed squeaking under his fast fucks, you should be thankful that he's pinning you in place, effectively locked you in under him as he ruts against you unfairly, hand on your hip as your legs cling to has waist for dear life.

And it's difficult to hear you through the babbled moans he fucks out of you, high pitched sobs of enjoyment for his cock to twitch at, cute little cunt clenching around him every time he tugs you down his girth. And then when he buries himself aaaall the way inside, tip kissing against your sweet spot almost on purpose as if to make the act of talking itself difficult for you, your words get cut off with a pretty silent gasp. He can't help himself, you're just too cute when you're acting so helpless for him. "It's— Seb—! Better, promise— so good." You eventually choke out, interrupted by sweet hiccups and sniffles, doing so well not only by taking his cock, but by calming his unjust jealousy with such simple words. Because he fucking believes you when you say it too, how can he not? The bright blush you wear on your cheeks, eyes squeezed tightly shut as your back arches so prettily for him, voice all strained and interrupted by whines and sighs with every little jerk of his cock deep inside of you. He knew he could fuck you better, because big brothers are always right, remember?

"Bigger too, yeah? Fuckin' you so deep, feel that?" He urges you, hand on your tummy to apply the smallest amount of pressure, but it's enough to have you fucking sobbing on his cock. Little cunt gripping him so tightly that he can barely move for a second or two, in awe of how pretty you look when creaming his cock for the first time ever as your hole starts to convulse around the base of it, and he's caught unaware. Like a deer in headlights, his eyes wide open and blown black with lust, trying to imprint in his mind the cute face of bliss you wear when jerking his cock off with your orgasm for use later tonight, he's never felt so honestly good before; it's so fucking unfair.

He'd liked to have fucked you for longer, fold you in half like he's always wanted to. But as he's quickly following suit, triggered by your intense wave of pleasure, his own orgasm takes hold of him and he's gripping your waist with both hands so harshly. Digging his nails into your soft skin, bucking sloppily, messy little sounds reaching his ears as you writhe and whine for him, your name falling from his lips in a soft sigh of sheer desperation. Still yet fucking you full as he shoots his big brother cum into your tiny cunt, wincing at the way his load seeps out around his cock to stain his sheets all sticky; just like your insides.

And he doesn't stop fucking you, only slows down. Even when he's done and fully milked, he continues to rut into you, trying to prolong how good he feels in a vain effort to quell the bubbling jealousy in his heart.

Because even now, after he's fucked you thoroughly, promised you that he'd take care of you, he can't help but to indulge a little further. You've yet to answer his question, so like a good big brother, he reminds you of it while you catch your breath.

"Bigger too, right?" He laughs without pause, head hanging low to try and collecting himself after exerting so much energy into making you cum on his cock, trying to reconcile with how fucking pretty you looked just moments ago, and how he just knows (big brother intuition) that you've ruined him for anyone else now. "Should jus' start using me instead—" He heaves, cringing as he inevitably has to pull out of your warm little cunt and some of his seed spills down your ass with him. But fuck if it isn't the prettiest thing he's ever seen either, all sloppy with seed, so cute.

"Promise I'll always be there to help y'out always. Like a good big brother."

[stromulites]

List of Stuff for BJ and more Unsolicited Lore, plus the playlist.

I fucked up on the poll so i'll just post both of them wkelrnksdg. Also since it's in no particular order and my adhd's being a little Prick, it's kind of a mess. If it retreads old ground, hopefully it's giving more context to it and not just repeating the same thing. Playlist will be at the end H

~ Retains heat pretty well. If he was sunbathing for an extended period of time, he’d probably hold that temp for 3-4 hours before he returned back to room temp. Can get above normal human body temps this way.

~ Uses his wings to make himself look more imposing. Usually this ends badly since it’s most certainly an indoors conversation, and those things don’t fit indoors usually.

~ Is constantly worried he isn’t that great to hug/be in physical contact with since he’s cold all the time and what-not. Because of this he usually won’t initiate physical affection unless he just finished sunbathing or something.

~ Can, in fact, turn into a bird. A blue jay to be specific. All reapers can do this as it’s most cost effective to interact with the real/physical world this way. This does not mean they act like the birds they disguise themselves as though.

~ Currently is holding onto Grayson’s coat for them, after Sebastian finally gave it to him after getting tired of the constant Theft. Doesn’t wear it often because it feels weird, but does privately or to feel more secure.

~ Since it’s warm and kind of heavy, it relieves some of the dysmorphia from being room temperature all the time and weighing almost nothing due to being a ghost basically (21g normally). Wearable weighted blanket essentially.

~ Doesn’t know IDU!pico that well at this point, but doesn’t have a good impression of him. Mostly because Pico tried to kill him once, but since his face was covered BJ doesn’t know what he looks like. Only that he’s familiar and probably hates him by the way he keeps glaring holes into his back.

~ Doesn’t sleep often (doesn’t need to) since he most definitely will have nightmares about his death. Most Reapers make peace with it at some point, but since his death was so violent and emotionally charged, it’s unlikely he’ll let it go anytime soon. 0% chance to make him talk about it either unless he's in a breakdown or something.

~ That being said, being warm/in a place with people he knows and likes will make him doze off. Snores loudly. Sleeps like a brick when he doesn’t dream. Good luck waking him up when he’s not dreaming.

~ Still can sing, he doesn’t do it anymore on account of his lungs being Fucked and fried from smoke inhalation. Has traded this off to focus more on his guitar skills whenever he can. He does miss it though, and is easily carried away when he does feel better.

~ What he doesn’t know is that the coughing is more of a psychological effect of his death, and if he’s really into something, he won’t cough at all.

~ If he likes you well enough, he will start giving you his own feathers (the smaller ones from his blue jay form). Usually in the form of keychains/charms he put together himself, but sometimes he’ll give just the feathers.

~ All Reapers have a ‘Reaper’s Cane’. BJ’s is a microphone stand/looks like one without the microphone. He has taken to using it to great effectiveness as a blunt weapon.

~ Made a promise to Hannah a long time ago when they meet by coincidence as children. Immensely guilty that he broke it and left her alone for two years without any other friends/support. Has a new promise to himself to be there when she eventually does die, no matter what the cause would be.

~ The most Chronic of Worriers, but only in regards to people he loves/is close to. If he doesn't know you well and you snip at him, he will snip back and escalate. This will result in a fistfight where BJ strikes first if it's not broken up.

~ On the other hand, he enjoys sitting around and watching other people go about their business. Parallel play :)

~ Cannot cook, please don't ask him to do that. He hasn't touched a stove in two years and has a fear of fire. He will turn your Biscuits to Charcoal Briquettes and Cower when it catches fire.

~ Theoretically would be able to carry someone in flight, but just one occupant and probably not anywhere in his home dimension/timeline. Probably no set weight limit for that person? Just don’t expect him to carry an entire truck or whatever lmao.

~ Was initially nervous to leave Hannah alone for rgbfverse stuff, but Grayson pushed him to go. Both to give Hannah a breather, and so that BJ can unwind and not worry about her for a bit. It can’t be healthy to stress over this one detail for days on end, can it?

And here's the playlist lmao. I'll add to both lists whenever I have an Idea or listen to a song that fits.

[z-13-sebastian]

Hey, Green Ghost here, multiversal explorer extraordinaire, originally hailing from another Roblox game! I'm here to make you an offer you are free to refuse but considering it's mutually beneficial, you hopefully won't: If you find an interesting item that I can take with me, you can send me a message to trade it in exchange for something of mine. I already asked Eyefestation if she could retrieve some souvenirs from the containment chambers around here in exchange for goods and services on my part, but I'm also gonna go ahead and ask you too.

I can pay in good food (e.g. burgers, salads carnivore-friendly meals, barbecues, etc.), items from other worlds across the multiverse, various forms of currency also from various other universes, etc. Any anomalous and/or cool unique items you scrounge up will do, but I'm really hoping to get the Paranoia Box, which allegedly leaks a green ectoplasm mist from inside. If you find that or anything else you think would be interesting for my collection, please send me a message. I don't have any local money yet, but if need be I can probably find some.

Also, please don't ask for any items from the SCP Foundation controlled space, cause I'm kinda on their rogues list, like you with Urbanshade, and I really don't wanna risk them trying to capture me again.

You can refuse this offer with no repercussions, but it's mostly just a win-win for the both of us, so there's no real reason not to take it. You scratch my ectoplasm, I scratch your back, stuff like that.

What say you?

'I'll accept onto that deal, but there's only so many intriguing things down here. I don't mess with the Paranoia box either.'

-Sebastian did find this useful, but there's only so much that he could exchange with. Though, it would be nice to have food.-

'Of course I could show you where it is. I just suggest you don't leave with it so quickly. I do have other things if you so need it.'

-He looked at the being that was in his shop. It would watch and wait.-

[braveclementine]

Day 36

Warnings: None, Readers under 18 can read this book.

Copyright: My OCs are Coach Yonce, Emma, Ila, Tempus, and Itty Bitty. I own these characters. I do not condone any copying of this.

EXCERPTS FROM SEBASTIAN STANS JOURNAL

EVIDENCE FOR RUSSO TRIAL

JOURNAL ENTRY SEVEN:

Today was nerve racking. They went through with the rape. I heard her ask him to stop, but didn't enter the room until she screamed for me. I felt disgusted with myself for waiting so long. I'm trying so hard not to raise suspicion, but it felt so good to punch that man's face in.

Luckily, he hadn't even gotten her pants off of her, which relieved me greatly. I kissed her and I know I'm in love with her. I didn't mean to, I really didn't, but I do. I love her.

She had gotten rid of the nose chain. I preferred her face without it. She looked beautiful like this, and I told her so. Her eyes shone when I told her and she admitted she'd hated it to. I knew she had been uncomfortable with it on day one.

I kissed her again. I would write about her lips, but I want to keep that private in my head. And besides, this is more an account on the deaths, in case I don't make it out of this alive.

That's a scary thought.

I did try not letting her know that I wanted a future with her if we got out of here. It didn't seem realistic. She's so young, only nineteen. And I'm thirty-two. Not to mention I'd have to figure this out with Margarita. And the whole of the world would hate it.

But I don't care. I don't think I'm going to ever act after this.

I can't. They'll have to get a new actor for Bucky Barnes.

I'll never be able to act again. I'll always doubt what is going on.

If we get out of this alive.

JOURNAL ENTRY EIGHT:

Tempus made Y/N play through all the games. She nearly died- twice. The fact she's still alive both electrifies me and impresses me. God, but I bet she's in so much pain.

In the last round they brought in someone who I guess her friend was in her past. Y/N didn't even look surprised her friend decided to kill her over her other friend. Y/N actually thanked her.

I was on the edge of my seat until she disarmed her friend- getting herself shot in the process.

I took her back to her room. I sewed up the wound myself. I was getting better at having a tougher stomach during these things. Luckily, the bullet only grazed her.

Tomorrow we all get to leave. I'm thinking something bad happened to Henry, or maybe the police can't find us, I don't know. Or maybe we're already surrounded but they can't get in.

Tomorrow is supposed to be the scene where the Avengers break in and save the rest of the kids. I don't know how it'll actually play out. The others aren't ready, they'll fake fight like they're supposed to do.

I keep kissing Y/N. I feel like we're both going to die. It makes me wonder about my real feelings about her. If it's because of where we are, or if I truly do like her in that way.

She does keep talking about after this place. She was talking about a YouTuber that she'd introduce his videos to me. I can't answer because I don't know about after. I think she picked up on it too because she went quiet after that and then went to sleep immediately after I gave her the pain meds.

I don't want to play with her feelings. I really don't. Not after all of this. But I don't know how to not mess with her feelings when I don't know mine.

Or if we'll even be alive by tomorrow night.

JOURNAL ENTRY NINE:

I don't know where Y/N is. The others came today and she killed Tempus. Tempus had killed everyone but her and her three friends. She was going to kill Y/N, but Y/N didn't let that happen.

Y/N really had no idea who I was before this. I could see recognition in her eyes once the others came in, the other actors. I saw the hurt there too and also betrayal.

I wanted to go to her side, but she turned the gun on me. I hated seeing her cry. She looked broken and hurt. Told me to stay the hell away form her.

I think I now realize my feelings were legit. Those couple words from her felt like a stab wound to the heart.

She continued speaking, and her words told me that she thought I thought all of it was fake. That her cut off pinky wasn't enough proof that this was all real. I wanted to tell her I believed it was real. That I did think it was real. That I knew it was real.

She accused me of playing with her feelings while I let children die around us. And fuck, I knew she was right.

I called for the Russo brothers, trying to pretend her words hadn't hurt. They came, they admitted to letting Tempus take over for money. There was almost a billion dollars they were going to get paid for this game.

Then Y/N got the others out of there. She looked at me and I could barely hold her eyes because it hurt so much to see the betrayal in her eyes. She threw the gun at my feet and I can still hear the words in my head. 'It was real to me. Fuck you Stan.'

I wanted to tell her it was real to me too. I didn't want her to spit my last name out at me like it was poison. I had really liked my name falling from her lips.

Now, I'm sitting on the bus that had brought the other actors in, writing this. Downey, Evans, and Hemsworth had jumped the brothers. Hiddleston and Mackie slugged them across the face until they were knocked out.

We had to spend another couple of hours there with the police. They never brought back Y/N or the other girls. I knew we were in the middle of Death Valley, California. If they ran the wrong way. . .

They promised to put out searches for the girls. I hope they find them. Even if Y/N never wants to even look at me again, as long as she's okay and alive, that's all I care about right now.

The others tried speaking to me. Some of them are still trying to speak to me. Johansson can't shut up, trying to be sympathetic about everything I had to go through. But I was treated fine. I'm not the one dead. I'm not the one with my pinky cut off. I'm not the one that was almost raped. But they're treating me like the victim.

Well, Downey, Cumberbatch, and Hiddleston aren't. Downey has been on the phone for ages. I don't know who he's calling, but he's angry.

Evans got me a phone so I could call Margarita. Still haven't. Can't bring myself to.

God, please bring Y/N in safely. Please.

⬅️➡️

[offworldlamb-writes]

Day 17! Welcome to another installment of #fictober24! Today's prompt is Strangest thing I ever heard.

Felt like adding to my Stardew Valley fanfic The View From the Farm again. Sebastian swings by Sam's house for band practice, and they discuss a sound they've both heard over the past few weeks.

It's short :)

xxx

There was a snap to the wind as he went. It echoed up the mountains behind him, not quite electronic or metallic but not natural either, a strange, sharp twang that reverberated through the rocks. He'd heard it before but there was never anything around when he went to investigate, not even footprints in the dirt, so when he heard it again today he stopped and gave the rocky paths a cursory glance, just to say he'd checked. Yet again there was nothing to see, and it left his mind until he was down at Sam's house.

It was always a lot more peaceful here despite being in the village itself. His mum, Jodie, and his little brother were usually out at this time and they had the whole place to themselves, which meant practice without interruptions and no real need to limit the volume, which was always great. They used to have them up at Sebastian's place but whenever his mum was working the woodworking machines always ruined the rhythm, and one explosive reaction in Demetrius' lab was enough to relocate to Sam's place. He'd set it up nicely in his room too, with some basic soundproofing and decent set ups for Sam's amplifier and Sebastian's synth, but the drum kit was still the elephant in the room as it sat idle by the window.

"You really think Abigail knows how to play?" Sam asked, skeptical, sitting on the beat up little seat for their non-existant drummer and giving the cymbals a little tap. It was only a light touch but the sound rang out for a long while, and reminded Sebastian of the funny sound he kept hearing up on the mountain path.

"You hear anything weird when you come up my house recently?"

"'Weird' how?"

Sebastian frowned, folding his arms. "It's hard to explain. It's kind of like a popping noise? Or like... how they make ray guns sound in those old films." That was really the only way he could verbalise what he'd heard and he didn't expect any answer other than 'nope', but Sam's eyes lit up as he nodded eagerly.

"Yeah, yeah! Kind of like a--" They exchanged various pew noises until Sam was a snickering mess, the drumsticks rattling against the rim of one of the drums before he gave another positive nod and held them properly in his hands. "Yeah, sometimes, strangest thing i ever heard. Usually late at night, too. I'll hear footsteps and then someone swears, then a few seconds later-- pew!"

"You think it's a person?" came Sebastian's dubious reply, and Sam shrugged as he tapped out a rhythm to keep his hands busy.

"No doubt. I never see who it is though 'cause they're always gone by the time I get to the window, right? So I thought about getting a camera and-- oh hey Shep!"

At the mention of a camera he'd happened a glance out the window, and was nearly falling out of it when he spotted someone and leant out to shout at someone passing by on the street below. All Sebastian could see was Sam's ass for a solid two minutes, before he straightened up again and hurried over to his bedroom door.

[offrozenmemoirs]

“ Seraph. You said once that you wished to be ‘friends’, yes? I am curious to know your reasoning. “ Sebastian tilts his head.

Unprompted Asks || Accepting! @eraba-reta-unmei

"That's a pretty silly question, isn't it? I want to be your friend just because we've been traveling together for so long. I know I spent a while away, but frankly, I trust you. You've saved my life plenty of times, and whatever's going on between you and my father doesn't involve me."

Seraph was busy with his prayers, both to Winter and Pharasma. Even if he hadn't heard from them since they left Rivera, it didn't stop him from his usual rituals. Did Sebastian sometimes terrify him? Absolutely, but then again, first meeting his father had been terrifying and even if he knew Winter would never harm him, it didn't change the fact that he was capable of a great deal of destruction if he wished it.

"I guess, after coming back, while it was only a few months for you all, for me, years passed. It felt nice to come back to a regular timeflow. My only regret is that I wasn't fast enough to prevent Lenora's death...Even if I don't necessarily agree with how she treated you."

Seraph doesn't really know Sebastian, and maybe some would say that he's a bit foolish to try and befriend a spirit he doesn't know too well.

"I want to be your friend because I guess...I wouldn't want your only experience to be akin to a master and servant relationship. Not to mention, I guess I see a similarity in us kind of figuring out who we are? With you gaining more and more insight to yourself, while I'm trying to find out who I am outside of my various duties. A life spent in servitude isn't much of a life, I suppose."

Even now, the elf thinks about himself, wondering who he was outside of his devotion to Pharasma and his newfound status as the Champion of Winter. If he spent most of his life serving...Would he ever have time to appreciate his friends? His loved ones?

"Eternal servitude doesn't sound appealing to me. I think that if I burned away all of myself, and focused purely on what I needed to do, I would wind up miserable and regretting not spending enough time with those I love. I know I'm going to outlive Soup and Sino, I don't like it, but I can't ignore the truth of the matter. I will outlive them, and I can't stop the passage of time, as much as I may want to."

Even now, during their time in Abarlio, most of their, "vacation" had been spent fending off attacks from the Cetaceans, rogue spirits and helping yet another spirit gain a form of actualization of their self. Soren comes to mind, and he wonders how the spirit is doing. Elise and Antonio were family, the girl had latched onto him and in turn, he was a new father.

"We haven't had any real time to rest. I'm sure that at some point, we'll have an actual vacation where we won't have to fight for our lives, or prevent the destruction of a city. But, gods above, I'd like time to just have a real date, with dinner and maybe a night under the stars."

Seraph feels a growing irritation, and he can't stop the rant that he feels coming.

"My relationship with Soup is more or less physical and I can't even settle down to actually ask him what he wants out of what we have, and it doesn't help that he's reminded me that I'm going to outlive him either...And Sino...I don't know where to begin, I know that emotionally, I have a closer connection, and I worry for them. Maybe it's because I see a lot of myself, with their devotion to work, but I can't judge because it's not like I actually say what I mean or need to say enough. I'm a mess, mentally, and for the rest of my foreseeable life, I'll have to live with the fact that a chaos god has taken residence in my mind, and is waiting for whatever moment he can to take me over."

Seraph stops his rambling for a moment to notice his left hand coated in ice. He sighs, before he knocks his hand against the table, knocking it off and shaking the last shards off.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to just...dump all of that on you, Sebastian. Like I said, I want to be your friend because I want to. You're kinder than you think, and even if other spirits find you intimidating, I'm happy to help you whenever you need it, or just to be a listening ear."

[daisyishedwig]

Mr. Smythe - A Seblaine Mrs. Winterbourne AU

A/N: I was hoping to have more of this written in time for today, but it's going to be a lot larger of a project, and I want to do it well. So instead, here's a little prologue for today, and hopefully I'll be able to actually start posting the full story sometime next year.

For Day 5 of 10 Days of Seblaine: Parents AU @seblaineworld

Summary: Blaine Anderson boards a train to Boston not entirely sure what he’s going to do once he gets there. All he knows is that he has less than a thousand dollars in his bank account, his two-month-old nephew in a carrier, and the sound of his father’s voice telling him not to come home. On the train, he meets Barry and Devon Smythe, a newlywed couple returning to the States with their recently adopted child to meet Barry’s family for the first time. But when the train crashes and Blaine awakes in the hospital to find out that he and his nephew have been mistaken for Devon Smythe and his child, he gets sucked into a whirlwind of lies trying to do what’s best by the child he doesn’t have the money to raise and Barry’s grieving family. But Barry’s twin brother, Sebastian, doesn’t trust that Blaine is really who he says he is, he just doesn’t know how to prove it.

Blaine’s brother was dead.

And Blaine didn’t cry.

Blaine didn’t cry when he got the phone call. He didn’t cry when he boarded the plane or when he got off. He didn’t cry at the funeral or at the moment a squirming infant he’d never met was placed in his arms for the first time. 

He didn’t know why.

If he felt numb, he’d understand it. But he didn’t. His heart was crushed by grief so much he didn’t know how it was still pumping. He wanted to scream at the world and curse at the sky and beg the god he didn’t believe in to just bring his brother back. He wanted to hold the baby so tight they merged into one person. 

The baby didn’t know what he’d lost. He was far too young to understand the pain Blaine was feeling. And all Blaine wanted to do was give him some of his pain so he could just fucking breathe. 

But he didn’t cry.

And he didn’t hold the baby tight enough to break it. 

He just sat resolutely, held his nephew with the most ridiculous name only Cooper could have come up with, and filled out the custody paperwork.

And then Blaine Anderson was a father. A single one at that.

Technically he was just an uncle with legal guardianship over his nephew. But that just sounded like a fancy way of saying 21 and a broke dad. 

He checked his bank account again. The amount hadn’t changed in the last ten minutes. 

$1,257.36.

Not the worst number to see. But not the best when you were trapped in New York City with a baby and no home to return to. 

“I’m not taking care of another one of your brother’s mistakes. Leave the kid in New York or don’t come home.”

Blaine had been tempted to do that. He didn’t have the money to raise a kid. Nor was he sure he had the temperament for it. And without his father’s assistance? There was no way he could feasibly keep Cooper’s child. 

But then he’d held him. And he’d opened his eyes. And they were Cooper’s. 

He couldn’t let go of the only thing he had left of his brother. This baby needed him and he needed this baby. So fuck his father, he was going to keep it. 

His nephew cooed in the baby carrier beside him. He lifted his hand to rest it on the baby’s stomach and he quieted. “Well, Cookie,” he said, “your father has left us with a real mess. And this time… I’m not sure I can fix it for him. 

“For you. 

“For us.”

[nancydrewwouldnever]

Just as a general observation about Chris/Alba (and this really applies to any other of these ridiculous fake couples...) the more you try to "prove" you are a couple, the more I believe it's FAKE. Real couples don't have to do a dog and pony show on social media and tabloids to prove anything. If you're a real couple, you just are.

Real celebrity couples do PR to promote their projects or just to remind the public they exist, which is reasonable for them to do. They might even do extra stuff to prove they aren't breaking up or getting divorced, but no one questions they are an actual couple in the first place. The more they're trying to prove their real (particularly Alba since she's the one whose the no name in this relationship), the more I know your relationship is FAKE.

When Sebastian and Alejandra were together, that was so ridiculously fake. Of course CAA does nonsense like this, and they'll keep promoting their clients to do this nonsense because there will always be naïve people that believe it. Plus CAA probably can't come up with better strategies to promote their clients.

I mean sure Chris will probably be okay career wise. It's just this whole situation has probably done more to air dirty laundry about him than helped him. All the old gossip floating around for years that people dismissed, sound 100% more plausible now than it did before because "dating" a girl 16 years younger than you seems to confirm stories that you are into 20-something girls who are either really naïve or "just looking for a good time." This is on top of the fact Disney isn't around to help cover it up. I'll be more interest to see how Team Chris tries to clean up this mess that they got themselves in.

[bouqetofmemes]

oh no

spoilers here death, blood, and tell me if I need to add something

"Is this really the time for a game of chess?" Ciel asked

"Obsessing about won't help you solve the case." Madam red answered sternly

"Why not just leave it all to Sebastian, dear?"

"Cause he's simply our chess piece."

"Me and Y/n are the one who moves him by giving orders, but he's no ordinary piece."

"He can move as many squares as he needs to."

"Like that." Ciel said, knocking down the chess piece

"That is against the rules you know?!" madam red asked, putting the piece back

"It would be if this was a game."

"But rules such as that have no true meaning in the real world." Y/n said, getting up from her shared seat next to Ciel to go look at the rain

"There are always knights who break the rules and pawns who betray."

"If you let your guard down,... it's checkmate." Ciel said putting down his piece

"You must've had other options in life besides policing England's underworld."

"I'm sure my sister, your mother, wanted something else for you both."

"And yet after their deaths you returned to be the queens guard dog and made your sister, her butterfly."

"Is it because your trying to avenge your parents murders?"

"The need for revenge is a funny thing, it won't bring back the dead, nor will it bring them happiness."

'I feel like something bad is going to happen, but why?' Y/n thought rubbing her ring and kissing it

"I'm going to my chambers, I'll be relaxing for a little while, call me if you need me." Y/n said, walking out the door

You were drifting off to sleep, when you heard Ciel and Sebastian talking, you just stayed quiet and listened in on what they were saying

You were then woken up by Ciel and got dressed to go investigate

                   On the back of your dress was a bow, it was attached to your skirt and you wore it because why not 😋

Goofy ahh dress

"He'll show if we stake out this place, right?" Ciel checked

"Yes."

"You know, I've realized the murdered prostitutes has other things in common besides their profession."

"The most beautiful glossy black hair."

'I swear if he's looking at a cat right now I'm going to lose it.' Y/n thought

"But I still don't understand why he had to kill them all."

"So very lovable it could be a sin."

"And what's more I-."

"So soft."

"Ah so soft."

Ciel lost his shit

"Listen when I'm talking to you!"

'And he's petting a cat.' Y/n thought moving to were Ciel was before to stay on the look out

"How could have somebody gotten past us?!"

"Let's go."

You all ran up to the house and Ciel forced open the door but you regret looking inside

On the floor was the dead prostitute, the sight was not meant for young children like you both, but you still dealt with it

"Come away." Sebastian grabbed Ciel and jumped back, you jumped back too, but you walked in front to guard Ciel, holding a dagger

"You've made quiet a bloody mess of things in there, Jack the Ripper, or rather, Grell Sutcliffe."

"No, no, your wrong, I heard the scream and rushed to help but-"

"You can drop the innocent act, Grell."

'How, why?! He seemed completely innocent, just a regular old and shy butler!' You thought

'No, forget about that, protect Ciel, I can't let him get hurt!'

Grell's appearance was changing, she was flirting with Sebastian while you were thinking of a way to make her get away

'This is a Grimm reaper for crying out loud! I cant kill her, I'm just a human! I'll guard Ciel for now.'

Then madam red walked out, you were shaking at this point, you felt like throwing up and crying

Everything felt wrong

Ciel then starting talking about what they all had in common, how he suspected her

"My darling niece, why do you cry? A beautiful face like yours shouldn't be covered by tears, or anything at all, I knew I had to protect you from the day I saw you, you were so pretty and fragile, gentle and glowing like a diamond, yet here you are now, fierce like a tiger, holding a weapon, ready to attack your own blood and flesh. My, how you wound me..." madam red said, hugging herself

"How unfortunate this turned out to be, if you both had let it go we could play chess again..."

"BUT NOW YOU'VE TAKEN EVERYTHING!"

A chainsaw was about to strike both you and Ciel but Sebastian had caught it just in time

While Sebastian and Grell were talking, you cut the bow and your skirt came down, revealing what you had underneath, shorts and a garter belt, holding bullets, and a gun.

"Sebastian, kill them." Ciel said sternly

Y/n had put her dagger away , holding onto Ciels arm while he was holding her waist, both trying to protect each other

"You’re still the queens guard dog and butterfly, which means that I'm now your prey, but if it's hunt or be hunted,... there is only one thing I can do!" Madam red charged toward you both, scratching your arm deeply and also getting Ciels

Ciel was pressed against a wall while you were behind madam red, holding onto your arm

"Your a doctor, how could you do it."

"You wouldn't understand if I told you! Your just a child!" Madam red yelled choking Ciel

'Damn it, i stepped the wrong way and now my ankle is messed up, I can't walk properly, please, give me one last chance...'

'Or maybe this could be the last? No! Do it! Do it to protect him! You can't lose him!'

"You shouldn't have been born in the first place!"

"NO!"

Y/n rushed towards Ciel and held him protectively, ready to take the blow

"Stop Sebastian, don't kill her!"

"Hurry up and kill the brat already!" Grell yelled

"I can't..."

"I can't kill them..."

"I can't kill their beloved children..."

Grell was telling madam red to kill you both, rushing her

"But these dear children- they are my-"

Grell ran his chainsaw through madam red

Y/n was having trouble breathing, tears ran down her face, she could barely take a breath, she then looked down, taking out her hair stick, hair coming undone and down

She then looked back up and stared at Grell with hatred, taking out her dagger once again.

"If, you loved her so,"

"THEN WHY DON'T YOU GO DOWN WITH HER?!"

Y/n started shooting at Grell, missing sometimes but mostly aiming for her legs, still in shock about the events

Then she lost consciousness...

Sebastian knocked y’all out 😍

[take-ya-to-the-ghey-bar]

just because my brain is a lil mushy for writing-- and the mood to do this struck me-- imma piggy back off some earlier chatter with Jackie ( @akumanoken ) on that "list of voices that 'do things™'" just because--

Disclaimer before i start: For the VA entries here, reference points are going to be given via the characters i know them best as/who's performance best fits the sprit of this list-- These are also in no real order, mainly just whatever order i thought of names first lol

Morikawa Toshiyuki

{as Tsukinami Carla - Diabolik Lovers}

Okay so, Carla is slightly an outlier in this group-- seeing as I've never had the chance to play any of the game series he's from (and may not ever be able to, unless i find finished English patches and try to fuck around with that route--) But regardless of that, i've heard his voice via some videos online in the past-- and My God-- this man could end me. (and i should i get to play any game routes featuring him, imma probably die on the spot--)

Sakurai Takahiro

{as Mukami Ruki - Diabolik Lovers}

Again, i doubt i'll ever be able to play his routes in game, but-- i do believe at one point i watched the anime adaptation that was made for More Blood, and even if it was a train wreck (like the rest of the anime for this series lol) i can at least recall enjoying Ruki's VA out of all that mess XD {also, bonus mention for one of his characters songs here, as i just now heard this one today-- and rather enjoyed it u w u}

Daisuke Ono / J. Michael Tatum

{as Sebastian Michaelis - Kuroshitsuji}

I-- don't really have much to say on this point lol, aside from the fact that these men doing their voices for Sebastian 100% fit the spirit of this list XD (i'm also skipping giving a link here, because i'm sure anyone reading can go find an example of both VAs in this role very easily lol)

Morita Masakazu

{as Yanagi Aiji - Collar x Malice}

Yanagi sits in kind of an odd space honestly lol-- because on the one hand, i enjoy just listening to him-- thanks to "older brother/caring dad" sorta vibe he gives me... but at the same time, i can't deny that certain voice dips he does-- they do hit a lil different. {for a better show case of what i mean, check out this vid of his "interview" via the voice recorder extra-- tho i sadly couldn't find one with the eng sub}

Kimura Ryouhei

{as Shiraishi Kageyuki - Collar x Malice}

hhhh-- Shiraishi, my boi... i love this man-- and like, his voice wins a spot here because, much like with Micchan-- i'd lowkey die if i ended up as a target of the teasing he enjoys doing. {and the bonus voice recorder section for him as well--}

Suwabe Jun'ichi

{as Abraham Van Helsing - Code: Realize}

Van somewhat falls in line with Yanagi, as i find his voice rather soothing to listen to... and i admit, my frame of reference for them both is a little fuzzy--thanks to not having played either game for a while... But-- i do remember an extra story from the first C:R game, which gives us all sleepy voice Van, and just-- that one lowkey ended me.

Hirakawa Daisuke

{as Saint-Germain - Code: Realize}

{& Itsuki Mito - Secret xxx / Therapy Game}

listen-- just... listen-- Hirakawa earns his place here because as both bois, i could listen to this man talk for ages-- (much like the mentions below--) But-- thanks to certain scenes from the Secret xxx CD... i can not unhear this man doing spicy audio-- and that fact is forever going to end me. (and Itsuki doesn't get an example link, simply because i don't think i've got anything timmed from the CD he mainly features in--)

{Honorable mentions} This section is for voices that I adore listening to, but, they don't quite fall into the same category as the above list-- More so just that type of mood where it's the "i could listen to you talk for ages" sort of vibe lol

Hirakawa Daisuke's performance as Laito Sakamaki {Diabolik Lovers}

Taniyama Kishou performance as Ikki {Amnesia VN Series}

[sprite-periodt]

Since you were kind enough to send me an ask, I figured I'd return the favor! 3, 6, 12, 22 :3

Yayyy I got an ask :3. Thank you sm!! Now let's begin

3. Would you prefer punishment or reward tickles? Aaa that's hard. I would love to be a brat just to mess with a ler and then get mercilessly wrecked and teased till I can't think or speak for doing so but I also crave validation and being told I did good so I would love to be good and get soft and gentle t-words as a reward. So what I'm really saying is it depends on my mood lmaooo.

6. Are you easily able to admit you like it? Absolutely not! Lmaoooo. If you put me in a position where I have to admit it I literally turn into a flustered mess.

12. If you could be tickled by/tickle anyone(real or a fictional character!) who would you choose? Oh my fucking gosh lemme tell you. As far as fictional characters go I would love to be t-worded(wrecked or soft) the most by Natasha Romanoff the Black Widow herself(you may say ofc and if you are shut up??🙄), Yelena Belova, Kate Bishop and Wanda!! Also wouldn't mind getting t-worded by Nobara Kugisaki from Jujustu Kaisen and Mikasa from attack on titan! And real people. Literally all the members from Mamamoo( Solar, Moonbyul, Wheein, and Hwasa)bro omfg /)//////(\. I feel like Bang Chan, Lee Know, and Felix from Stray Kids would be the best lers🤔. Also literally a majority of the Marvel cast. And that mostly applies to the actors for all the Marvel characters I listed previously lmaooo. So Scarlett Johansson, Florence Pugh, Hailee Steinfield, and Elizabeth Olsen! (I know I've literally mostly listed females but shut up lmaoooo. I'm feeling very gay these days. But just for shits and giggles I'll throw in Sebastian Stan too)

22. Soft cuddly tickles or rough more intense tickles? Again just depends on my mood. These days though I find that I'm craving soft cuddly ones but there are days when I just need to be completely wrecked hehe🙈.

[cherrycheridarling]

"that was painfully sexist" | t.h.

marvel cast x actress!reader

warnings: sexism and swearing

summary: at a panel for the new avenger's film, the questions differ drastically between the female and male actors on stage.

wc: 1.4k

"Okay, a microphone is coming your way, sir."

"Hi! I'm Leonard with Pop Times Blog. My question is for Y/N." your eyes found the bearded man who stood amongst the crowd of reporters.

You nodded, signalling for him to continue, "Playing Silk or Cindy Moon must've came with a lot of challenges. One of them being the costume you are in for most of the film. Can you speak about that and how it fit?" he paused at your skeptical expression, "Like, we all know the suit is skin tight, so did you eat anything special or workout a lot and are you able to wear anything underneath it? Or do you wear a thong and no bra?"

You let out an unenthusiastic chuckle at his question. Beside you, you could hear your cast mates scoffing under their breath. It was common for the women of the MCU to get asked such questions and it saddened you that people normalized such a thing.

Leaning forward, you clasped your hands together and smiled before Robert reached behind Tom Holland and tapped your shoulder, "Would you like me to say something?"

You shook your head, but gave him a grateful grin before returning to the 'man' that asked you such a question, while maintaining eye contact you spoke, "Well, I think the most difficult part about wearing the Silk costume is taking it off after a long day because of how sweaty I get after shooting," you began to fan yourself dramatically, "It all just clings to my body like a second skin and since I am completely nude underneath, it just adds to the problem." sarcasm dripped from your lips as your cast mates snickered at your words.

You quietly laughed to yourself, "I'm only kidding. That question seemed like such a joke that I presumed you expected a joking answer." you cleared your throat, "In all seriousness, it's an honour wearing the suit and I did visit the gym and do some physical fitness regularly to prepare for the role, as did all my cast mates. As for what I wore underneath," you grinned cheekily, having too much fun messing with the reporter, "A Spider-Man onesie was my go-to."

The whole room let out laughs at your words as Tom grabbed your hand and gave you a small squeeze, feeling sorry that you had to answer such absurd questions.

"I hope everyone doesn't sexualize Cindy Moon. She's only a teenager in the film, so keep it in your pants people. That shit is illegal." Anthony pointed an accusing finger at the crowd.

"Thank you for your thoughtful question, Leonard!" Scarlett spoke up, "I hope you got the answer you were looking for."

"Okay, next person."

You sat back in your seat and fiddled with Tom's fingers as the questions were asked towards your cast mates.

"You handled that impressively well, love." Tom whispered in your ear.

You gave him a smile and a shrug before your name got called again, "My question is for Y/N and Tom Holland." a lady with curly blonde hair stood up, "Since Silk and Spider-Man's abilities are very similar, did you two bond over that during shooting or did it cause some rivalry between your characters due to the similarities?"

You felt a wave of relief at the question, thankful that it wasn't another sexist one. Tom looked at you before answering.

"Yeah, yeah. We bonded a lot over that fact and I don't think it caused any rivalry between us. I hope not." he chuckled before you leaned towards the mic.

"No, no. No rivalry. Just a lot of banter about whose character is stronger and who swings around better. It's a lot of fun having someone on set whose stunts are basically the same as yours. And Tom and I have both agreed that Silk is faster and better than Spider-Man." you said that last part quickly drawing laughs and a gasp from Tom.

He looked at you incredulously, "Not true! Spider-Man's suit is so much cooler than Silk's." he huffed like a child.

You smirked, "Who makes their webbing in a high school chemistry class and who has organic silk coming out of her fingertips that she also used to create her own suit?"

Your friends laughed at the banter beside you before Sebastian started to speak, "I have to agree with Y/N on this one. Silk also has that cool ass eidetic memory."

Chris Evans agreed, "And her Silk Sense is a thousand times stronger than Spider-Man's Spidey Sense."

"Isn't she able to know who an attacker is before she even sees them?" Hemsworth asked to which everyone nodded.

"Sorry, Spidey. Silk's just a top tier hero." Robert patted his shoulder as Tom sulked.

The questions began again as the laughter died down. You leaned over to Tom's ear, "Still love the actor who plays Spider-Man even if his character is inferior to mine." he shook his head with a smile at your words.

Questions ranged from the generic ones of the funniest moments on set to who's most likely to become a villain. Your nerves died down as no incompetent person asked another sexist question. Until one did.

"I have a question for Y/N." she was short with jet black hair, "Being around all these attractive men must be a challenge for you as a young female adult. It couldn't have been easy to control yourself around them. Have you had any sexual relationships with any of them or thought about engaging in any?"

Your jaw hung open at her words and before you could muster up a retort, Tom let his anger get the best of him. Was it his anger, his jealousy or his protectiveness? A mix of all three.

"That was painfully sexist." he spoke into the microphone. "I don't see how any of that is relevant to the film. Y/N is an outstanding actress and it's outrageous that you decide to focus on who she fucks rather than her talent."

"What in the actual fuck did she just ask?" Sebastian added, making you laugh.

Chris Evans spoke up next, "Indeed. I thought this was a promotion for the movie not a real life dating app."

Benedict chuckled, "I fail to see how Y/N's private life holds any relevancy to this panel or the film itself."

"It's twenty-nineteen, people! Leave your sexist ass shit at home!" Anthony exclaimed drawing claps from the cast.

Elizabeth shook her head, "I've had my fair share of inappropriate questions, but nothing as horrid as that."

"First y'all ask about her underwear, now you ask about her sex life? Jesus Christ." Scarlett pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Seriously, she's like a daughter to me. That was incredibly disrespectful." Robert added with a disappointed head shake.

Similar comments were added by the rest of the cast as you felt an overwhelming amount of love wash over you. You were so unimaginably grateful for the people next to you.

"You don't have to answer that." Paul Bettany reminded you.

You shook your head and cleared your throat, "Thank you, guys." you looked to your cast mates, "But I'll answer. No, I have not. This cast is my second family and I've grown greatly as a person with them. I'm immensely thankful for the opportunity to call them my friends. And I agree, these men sitting up here with me are undoubtedly attractive, but they are also a great pain in the ass at times," everyone laughed at your choice of words, "And have I thought about having sex with any of them? Nope. Just Scar, Zoe and Liz." you finished with a wink as the room clapped for you.

You couldn't help but to feel a slight bit of sympathy for the woman. Her question was, without a doubt, uncalled for and unbelievably sexist, but the comments from the cast must've made this her most embarassing moment.

"I'm sure you meant no harm with your question. But a little heads up for next time; most actors prefer to talk about their career and their films rather than who they are laying in bed with. But thank you for coming out. I hope you enjoy the rest of your day." you gave her a genuine smile as she cowered back into her seat.

Robert once again reached over and gave your shoulder a squeeze, proud of how you handled the situation.

Tom interlaced your fingers with his and rubbed small circles on your knuckles.

You really were at home with these people and you couldn't have asked for a better family.

[dream-a-little-longer-1]

WAIT WAIT IDEAIDEA SJFJWKKR

OK YOU KNOW THAT SCENE IN SPY X FAM??!? THE SCHOOL INTERVIEW SCENE!!!

Considering the kid was an orphan commoner, other nobles may look down on them because of it.

Imagine a scenario where the Moriarty brothers decide to enroll the kid to a nearby prestigious school and one of the interviewers just throw passive aggressive comments about the kid's lineage etc etc

JAJAGAGA OMGS WHY HAVEN'T I THOUGHT ABOUT THAT??? I SWEAR,I LOST MY SH*T WHEN I SAW THAT PART FOR THE FIRST TIME!!!!

and yes!! that will totally happen, because most of the nobels are already jerks,and when the news of Moriarty family adopting a kid,a commoner no less,spreads around,lots of people start talking.

Most of the royal familes will tell their children to not even speak to the Moriarty kid,to stay away from them because they're not the same level as them.

Although the Moriarty gang knows all these rumors ,and are bothered by them (because they're afraid they affect the child),the kid though ,tells them that they don't have a problem with it and they dont mind because they know its not true.

Although all of them are upset about it, (as soon as Sherlock had heard of these rumors he had stopped by to plan a murder with William. The kid didn't let them.) They dont do anything because they trust the child.

But when they sit at the interview,With William and Sherlock (because i couldn't decide who would go with William. So who better than his bf,am i right?) While the others wait outside ,one of the teachers start mocking them and getting into their personal lives.

Both William and Sherlock are well known in the London,so its not hard to find trash rumors about the two of them. But they manage well (if you dont count the comment on William's background which made Sherlock letting out a hysterical laughter and jumping up on the man if William hadn't held him back. Or the how the man scoffed and particularly called Sherlock a useless trash and had William pulling out his knife if Sherlock hadn't held his hand under the table.) Until the teacher turned to the child,and with a sadistic grin,asked something that no one had ever asked them.

"which do you like the best?your real dad or the new ones?"

That had the principal and the other teacher sweating;asking the teacher to back off.

But the man only smirked further and leaned closer.

"what?im only asking some simple questions. Surely they must love their real mom and dad no?who would want a replacement?"

And just as William and Sherlock are about to explode,they hear a tiny sound.

Their heads whip towards it;eyes wide,mouth agape,and heart shattering as they watch crystal clear tears falling down from the child's eyes.

"Mommy...Daddy...i want mommy and daddy..."

William is the first one to get up and rush to their side while Sherlock just sits there...numb.

William tries to sooth the child; hugging them and telling them that he's there along with Sherlock,but the child only clings to him and cries harder.

When the man smiles and looks back to the other man sitting in front of him,two things happen at once :

William,upon seeing the child's flushes cheeks and puffy eyes, slowly pulls out his knife. But just as he's about to turn around,he hears the sound of wood breaking and someone screaming.

When he turns back,he sees Sherlock's hand in the middle of the broken table;his blood dripping from his knuckles and the teacher fallen down to the ground and shaking like a leaf.

Sherlock gets up,dusts his suit and as William with the child in his arms join him,he pulls out a cigarette and lights it up .

"I'm really sorry for myself that i thought,even for one second that this shithole will be suitable for our child."

Then he nods toward the other two teachers,

"sorry for the mess. I'll pay for it."

And with that,they leave the school. (But not before dragging Sebastian and Louis with themselves so they dont commit murder in the daylight and Albert burning the whole place down.)

Ps : im crying over this one;i needed some Sherliam in my life 😭😭😭 pls ask me to write about William dealing with Sherlock's injured hand,i love drama 😭😭😭😭

[queenofbaws]

okay i'm going to ask 4 KNOWING the answer to it but i am asking a specific question that ties into 4. just. fyi. SO. hawke/varric. delightful. i love everything you write. do you have your own hawke or do you just write generic marian hawke AND IF YOU DO, please tell me about her thank you <3

dklfjgsdklfgj quill you're KILLIN ME!!! you are TOO KIND!!! hearing that the hawke/varric queen enjoys my hawke/varric content is enough to bring a tear to my eye :')

for the most part, when i do write hawke, i tryyyyyyyy to keep stuff mostly vague enough that anyone reading can plunk their hawke right on into it. "try," of course, being the operative word, ha! but. i DO have my own hawke!!! the thing is, i just...keep...all my da characters' names the defaults because GOD HELP ME I'M BAD AT NAMES!!! so my hawke is marian, yeah, but she's my marian, if that makes sense ;P she looks a BIT like default hawke, i suppose, in that she's got black hair and blue eyes and she's pale, but like. it's long black hair. and her face is rounder. and...

and this is going to be long.

i am so sorry.

i love my hawke so much.

writing asks!!!

every so often i get it into my head that one of these days i'm going to write a whole big thing about her story, but then i get in my own head and talk myself out of it BLAHBLAHBLAH ANYWAY. she's a dual-wielding purple rogue with the shadow specialization, and she's a pain in everyone's ass. she signed on with athenril when she got to kirkwall, and sorry bioware, but she ended up meeting varric fairly shortly after because you want me to believe - again, this is a callout to bioware - you want me to believe that some new hotshot troublemaker pops up in the underground and it takes varric fucking tethras a year to hear about them??? i think not.

the moment - the moment - athenril's contract is up hawke dips. she'd liked athenril ENOUGH, but all of a sudden here's this SMOOTH TALKING DWARF who can match her joke for joke and drink for drink, and the first time she goes "tell them who we are" or "oh maker, they haven't heard of us. can you BELIEVE they haven't HEARD of us???" on a job and varric just PICKS UP AND IMPROVS??? oh, there's no going back!

this should probably go without saying since it's ME we're talking about, but yes this leads to them being utterly in love, again, thanks bioware but i'll take it from here. there are ups and down here. the ghost of bianca is a real issue from time to time. anders threatening to drown them in blood to keep hawke safe also causes some bumps. but it's fine, don't worry, THEY'RE GOOD.

i am beginning to fall prey to my own obvious desire to write 300,000 words about my hawke. i am trying so haRD NOT TO DO THAT. but i ALSO don't just want to bullet point shit so sdklfjaskdfj the writer's conundrum.

in terms of the team, her closest friends are varric, anders and isabela, and really i think that combination of usual teammates speaks a bit for itself, lmao. there is no one - NO ONE!!!!! - on the team that she hates or doesn't like, per se, but she tends to butt heads with aveline and sebastian the most. aveline for obvious reasons, what with the whole being a professional criminal thing, and sebastian because HOO BOY THIS GIRL ISN'T THE CHANTRY'S (or the maker's, honestly) BIGGEST FAN!!

in terms of the hawke family, she's...a mess. it's a real all-that-remains situation in that, uh, she's...all that remains. because i am who i am as a person, most of the family dynamic is very heavily sort of...steeped in guilt, honestly. partly because i just lavish in the angst of it all, partly because i like playing her family history off of varric's, partly still because i just enjoy the whole idea of da2 being these people who come together to BE a family, idk.

but she feels a LOT of guilt and responsibility for being the one sort of left in charge after malcolm's passing, which leads to more guilt when she can't protect carver from What Happens, turning to even more guilt when she takes bethany into the deep roads because she wanted to go SO BADLY (but didn't take anders because he very much DID NOT want to go), and it just becomes this spiral where her relationship with leandra is a never-ending chasm of the blame game...and then more guilt when quentin enters the picture, lmao.

this is all stuff, btw, that is locked away tight, tight, tight in her chest; stuff no one ever gets to see because hawke is the funny one! the smiley one! the one who always has a joke ready! she can't be bothered by ANYTHING, she's FINE!!! (she's not) everything will be FINE!!! (it won't) she can handle this!!!! (she can't)

she has a strange relationship with viscount dumar in that she's not his biggest fan but enjoys the notoriety (read: $$$) that comes along with doing jobs for him. she's very intrigued by the arishok until She Very Suddenly Isn't. she very obviously sides with the mages, she very much is not a fan of cullen (after spending most of her life idolizing malcolm and trying to protect bethany, he gets about 3 words into the "mages aren't people like you or me" speech before the kill bill sirens start going off) or meredith and do not get her STARTED on elthina. she never really gets to make up her mind about orsino, but them's the breaks.

cannot stress this enough: she is. so fine. with what happens. at the end of act 3. she is so. fucking. fine with it. and the fact bioware didn't give us the option for hawke TO be fine with it. exhausts me to no end. she's so totally on board with what happens. she agrees with anders. she'd throw him a pizza party if she could. ice cream cake. the works.

after act 3 tho (and obviously all the angst the sudden departure from kirkwall and varric brings with it) she goes off with anders, mostly to ensure he doesn't get himself killed in the ensuing fallout. they end up hiding out amongst the avvar because god help me i love the avvar and their handling of mages. but the second she gets word from varric that shit's whack, she's at skyhold as quick as humanly possible, lmao.

this is already so many words so i'm just. i'm just gonna stop. but. yeah. that's...that's my hawke. default first name on the screen, original character in my heart.

if you got past the first para honestly, ty for reading XD

[pretoriafics]

Russian Roulette - Pt. 6

In this series, you will find: Alternative Universe, Soulmate plot, Angst, Fluff. In this chapter, you will find: Scott tells you Derek is missing, right on the night you got a nightmare with him. Then, Peter came to your bedroom trying to find out where his nephew is. Word count: 1.496 Pairings: Reader x Alpha!Peter Hale Original characters of this chapter: Sebastian, your host dad, and boss. Warnings: English is not my main language <3 Yeah, it was based on Russian Roulette by Rihanna Russian Roulette series: Chapter Five | Chapter 7 RUSSIAN ROULETTE MASTERLIST TEEN WOLF MASTERLIST

You took Derek to your bedroom and take care of his injuries. The girls were already sleeping as soon as Bennie and Sebastian. Both of you had spent part of the night talking about all the situation, and you finally found out how Scott became a werewolf. But then, Derek leaves, saying that he needs to hide, and you fell asleep.

But that night, you had a weird and terrifying dream.

You were trapped. You had chains on your wrist, and you were trapped in some kind of basement. A door opens, and a blond woman got in. And when she put a light over your face, you saw a scared Allison looking at you.

Then, you realized that you aren't trapped there. Derek was the real prisoner of that scene. You were just watching things from his perspective.

Sweating as hell, you woke up scared. When you met Derek that day in the car accident, the weird lady came to you. Then, when both of you come to the hospital, you suddenly had learned how to fight. And now after taking care of his injuries and chat with him through the night, you had a nightmare with him.

Always when you see him, something weird happens to you. Is that something common when you deal with werewolves?

You stand up from your bed, ready for another day of work. You go to your bathroom and take your clothes off, ready for a relaxing bath because, God, you need it already. When you turn your back, you remember about your mark.

You put your hair up and go to the large mirror close to you. The red lines in your spine, now, are black, just like a tattoo. The quote "Ad Lunae Lumina" is legible than ever. And you have no idea of how it happened.

With your thoughts a complete mess, you finish your bath, put on your clothes, and give the girl's breakfast. Then, Sebastian entered the house with a box. You gave him a smile.

"Morning, Bash."

"Morning, super Au pair." He gave you a weak smile, and you look at him. Something is wrong. "I need to talk with you. Can we go to the living room?"

"Sure."

You gave a smile to the girls and follow Sebastian to the living room. He put the box on the floor.

"Look, (Y/N)..." He says, letting out a long sigh "I know you did a new friend. Haytham, am I right? You said he's an old and lonely man, so you were doing some company on him."

"Yeah," You said, knowing there's something wrong "What's happened with him?"

"A woman found him dead this morning. Animal attack, you know. Or just a Derek Hale thing. Me and Sheriff Stilinski still don't know why he does all of this seems like an animal attack, but we're working on it."

Your heart failed a beat for one instant. Oh, god. That was how Peter escaped from your bullet: He killed Haytham to stole the bullets as a way to heal himself.

"But, look" He opened the box and, there, he takes an envelope "He left you this letter and some books. I'm sorry for your loss. Do you need time to absorb this?"

Still shocked, you shook your head.

"No, no, I'm fine. I'm just... in shock. I really don't saw this coming."

"Okay. Let me know if you need a break, okay?"

You nod positively for him.

"Thank you, Bash."

Sebastian walks to the kitchen to talk with Sarah and Nat, and you open the envelope Haytham let you:

"Dear (Y/N),

I know I haven't finished my job with you, but I'll let those books and the name of someone who can help you. You'll find him at the Animal Clinic of Beacon Hills. His name is Deaton, you can trust him.

Sincerely,

Haytham."

You let out a long sigh. God, you were so fucked up.

.

You had just put the kids to bed and, gosh, you were so tired! When you took your phone, you saw a message from Scott.

"Hi. Be careful. Derek's on Peter's side. I saw them together. Also, Derek just simply disappeared. Be careful if he appears to you, okay? Call me if you need any help."

You narrow your eyes. Is Derek on Peter's side? Damn. Seems like thing is getting worse and worse. Well, during the circumstances, you think you should sleep with your silver dagger under your pillow.

You take your clothes off and take the second bath of the day, this one because you really need to relax your body. You put on your pajamas, and when you leave your bathroom, you almost got a heart attack: Peter was in your bedroom, with crossed arms. He is clearly waiting for you.

"Oh, good night, (Y/N)." He looks at you, even with some lust in his eyes. "It's a really tiny pajama. Matches perfectly with your... perfect skin."

His comment gave shivers to you. The last thing you need now is a psycho werewolf hitting on you.

"Sorry, but you aren't my type."

"Unfortunately." Peter give some steps forward, getting close to you. "But I'm pretty sure Derek is your type, so... I'll ask politely: Where is him?"

Yeah, he definitely was your type, but this isn't on discussion right now. You arch your eyebrows, pretty confused about the question.

"Why do you think I know it?"

"Because I felt your scent the last time I saw him. So, answer me."

"Of course, you felt my scent on him. He was here last night. I took care of his injuries."

"And you don't know where he is?"

"No."

Peter put his claws out and slides them by your skin with his eyes red as blood. His actions were a warning.

"You spend the night together, and you really think I'll believe that shit? Answer me: Where is him?"

A shiver of fear runs through your body, and your heart was punching inside your chest. God.

"Say it," Peter says, with a low and threatening voice "Or believe me, I'll love to rip Bennie's pretty neck."

"Derek just said that he needed to hide, and then he leaves. I don't know where he is, I swear!"

Then, your mind had a click. Maybe you knew where he is.

"What?" Peter looks at you, knowing you thought about something.

"You'll think I'm crazy, but I don't care. I had a dream with Derek."

"Oh, God." Peter rolled his eyes, turning his back for you, and moving away from you "I don't have time for your sexual dreams."

"He was locked, with chains on his wrists, and I saw a blonde woman. I had the feeling that she was showing Derek to Allison."

When Peter heard you, he stops to walk and turns to glares at you.

"Go on."

"I had the impression that he was in a basement."

Peter approaches you again.

"And what your feelings say about the place? Do you think you can say a place he is right now?"

"I don't know."

"No, I'm serious. Try to concentrate on yourself."

You are feeling ridiculous talking about a dream with a man who is threatening you with death. However, you lock those feelings somewhere in your heart and just act instinctively: You close your eyes and takes a deep breath. Suddenly, you feel a cold breeze on your skin and whispers in your ears - those who you just simply can't understand so well, but you are pretty sure those whispers are carrying you somewhere. Then, you felt: It was him. Somehow, you are feeling Derek. You feel his warmth, his presence, his smells. It's just like he is close to you.

You also felt he had a familiarity with the place he is right now. And you open your eyes.

"So?" Peter was looking at you, full of expectations. Your heart was beating fast as hell. You haven't even known you could do that thing! Maybe all of that was possible because of the mark you have on your back...

"I think he's on his old house... The one who was on fire."

"Wow..." Peter was looking at you completely fascinated "I had never seen one of you before."

You cringe.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You have a mark on your back, Am I right? Just like a tattoo, who says..."

"Ad Lunae Lumina. Yeah, I know. But I don't know anything about it. I'm trying to find out."

"Let me see your arms."

You show him your arms, and Peter notices, on your forearm, a few red lines taking forms. It was another mark that was being created.

"Oh, it's pretty recent..."

You pull your arms back to you, staring at Peter with a serious face.

"Don't tell anybody."

"I won't, but... I'll need your help."

"I've already helped you."

"Not enough. Come on, put on your clothes. You'll go with me."