#TIC: Recruit

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TIC Part 2: Recruit -Chapter 3

  Ivy sagged by the desk, looking warily at the intruder, who just helped her with her impossible mission. Grey hoodie, blades, weird heterochromia. Not really the hero type, and no buff build like the DF grunts. "Just who are you?" Ivy managed to say, as the stranger stared back. "You are a Frye, right?" The stranger said in a surprisingly young voice, so different from the harsh tones from before. Still, the context of her words made Ivy's mind churn. How did they know? "I am Ivy Frye." The stranger inhaled sharply, eyes ablaze in interest. "Ivy. Ivy Paulson? That's your alias?" Ivy nodded with uncertainty, as the stranger grinned. "I'm Elias Smith, just call me Zero. And one of my ancestors... she's a Frye." 

  Ivy stared. "From the Victorian era, actually. Heard of Evie Frye?" Zero moved along with the employees, blending in seamlessly as Ivy followed. No one noticed the death of their boss. The two made their way out of the building, settling on the roof of an abandoned shed. "Heard that my...ancestor, Jacob Frye, he got a twin sister called Evie." Zero smiled. "That's her. So this makes us... distant cousins?" Ivy frowned. "Why do you care so much about bloodlines, anyway?" Zero lay down on the roof, looking into the distance. "Assassin lineage. It still matters, sometimes." Ivy shot up. "Assassins? Those 'sneaky bastards' the so-called Templars are freaking out about?" Zero laughed. "Yeah, the Fryes are Assassins by lineage. So the modern-day Fryes, like your parents and Dove... being a Templar. It's weird." Ivy hummed, taking in the information. "And I am neither. But Assassins... they do sound like what I'd sign up for. Can you tell me more about them?" Zero nodded and began her talk. 

  "So it's all about free will?" Ivy asked in fascination. "That's wildly different from the 'peace through Order' Templar crap they told me as a kid." Ivy looked at the slowly setting sun. "Still, I don't know If I should join. My parents and my sister are Templars, which means I will need to face them in a battle sooner or later..." Zero sighed. "I get it. But everything is permitted, right? Maybe we can work out a way to stop the conflict?" Ivy nodded slowly. "Yeah...sounds about right." The two watched the sunset in a comfortable silence until Zero piped up. "Hey, Ivy, wanna try a Leap of Faith?" Ivy grinned, turning to face the edge of the roof. "Ready as I'll ever be, Zero." 

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Warnings: Poly, where do I begin? Oral sex (m and f receiving), anal sex, vaginal sex, meany Johnny, bottom Ghost, a squint of body worship to reader, threesome (duh), Ghost gets sandwiched for a bit, and Johnny doesn't shut up for a minute

It would be a reach to believe that everything was settled between the three. 

It has been “talked”, but there was still an awkward film over them; that whenever they would lock eyes felt like they were teenagers talking to their crushes. 

Gladly, for everyone, work was still work, and it kept them busy as always. 

The med bay keeping you away from them, on the completely opposite side of the base; taking care of whiny recruits and concealing your smile when they would tell you to tell their loved ones they love them after giving them local anaesthetic.

The days usually going uneventful and alone. Well, not alone. The medical team worked, ate and stayed together. But feeling lonely without the two men. 

On the south side of the base, everyone could tell that Simon and Johnny were a bit… snappy. 

It was almost as if everyone had made a deal to keep them from going to see you. 

Price telling them to organise the training session.

Recruits asking them to help with the training.

Laswell asking Johnny to prepare a lecture on explosives. 

Like? Why was the world making it so hard to slope off? Why was everyone expecting them to do their job they get paid for? 

Absolute nonsense.

Instead, they had to keep sending recruits that kept getting hurt to you. Seeing them whine as they walked, about how they were in pain. Lucky bastards.

So text messages it was. 

“Morning!🩷” Texts, voice notes as you worked on something else, GIFs and Stickers back and forth. 

Reminding Johnny how the newest smartphones worked was the funniest of the afternoon you had spent, especially when he turned on the front camera and he could only see from his eyes up. 

“Shite, that's a big ass forehead. Could land an heli there”

Cue to Simon and you playing tic-tac-toe on his forehead via pics back and forth.

It was far, really far, for a conventional relationship, even for a poly relationship. And although whenever Johnny would managed to send a pic of Simon it made you feel you were an outsider to them; you had to remind yourself that he had taken the photo just to send it to you.

Slowly but surely, your gallery was filling up with pics of their faces, an obscene amount of Johnny's forehead pic as well, and when finally, the inexhaustible flow of scratched soldiers finally started to subdue; you bolted to Simon's room. 

You don't even think of an excuse as to why you are going to see them, and you realize, half way there… that you don't need an excuse. And that simply wanting to see them is a reason good enough. 

It hasn't been easy after the conversations, your mind still telling you they were using you; it was not something you simply forget after a good night sleep. But you still pushed yourself to believe them, that there wasnt any hidden intentions, that they were telling the truth.

The messages, the little calls, the sassy winks from across the training grounds, it all help to ease the feeling of intruding you had been feeling since catching them. Slowly but surely travelling to the back of your mind, to the box of things to be forgotten. Except the box spilled suddenly when you open the door to his room, and find them sitting on his bed.

With Johnny sitting on top of Simon's lap, grinding down against his groyne while their moans and whispers fall on eachother mouths.

Their head whip in your direction at the sound of the door opening. You can see the panic in their eyes, thinking they have been caught; relaxing only when they realize it is you. 

“Shit, wow, sorry, I need to start knocking, ah?” You ask, with an awkward chuckle, you hand still on the knob. “S-sorry, I'll leave you to it.”

You barely move the door an inch before Johnny calls for you. “Bonnie, wait!’

“What?” You ask, still from the door, cheeks red from embarrassment.

“Do you… do you want to join?” Johnny asks, a shyness so improper of him. Looking at you, with a hand on Simon's shoulder and the other extended to you. 

You feel frozen in place. It was something that was going to happen, sooner or later. It shouldn't have caught so much surprise, but you only find your voice when Johnny stands up to walk towards you. “Do… Do you want me to join??” You ask, looking up at him with a timid voice.

“Yes, fuck, yeah we do.”  He answers, a deep chuckle flooding between words. He licks his lips, probably wet from Simon's mouth. His hand still waiting for yours, his eyes soft, awaiting your answer.

“Oh…” You answer, you know, like an idiot. “Okay.” You finally hold his hand and he pulls you closer, a tiny smile on his face. 

From the corner of your eyes you can see Simon move to lay down on the bed, his back pressed to the wall, laying on his side and patting the mattress next to him. Johnny nods with his head towards Simon, telling you to lay down without words and you do. Almost skipping to the bed, crawling to move next to Englishman.

“I like your uniform, lass.” Johnny comments, his wide hand caressing your ass over the clothes. 

You lay down, hugging Simon closely with your head in his chest, buried safely in his arms. And you turn your head to look at Johnny, faux offence in your look. “Respect the uniform, MacTavish.”

Simon's chest rumbles when he laughs deeply, his hand finding his way under your shirt to rub the skin of your back; just like when he found you in the house, pulling you even closer. 

“Darling…” Johnny says, laying himself next to you, sandwiching you between the two men. “I'm about to disrespect your uniform… a lot.”

He uses the lifted shirt from Simon's hand to get his own against your skin; caressing your tummy up to your chest, but still innocent when he only uses it as leverage to push you against him when he feels the need to kiss your cheek squishing your face against Simon's chest.

You giggle against Simon's chest, whining about being squished and slightly pushing Johnny back. He raises his head, being levelled with Simon and looking down at you; they then look up to each other before Simon leans in kissing Johnny. 

You are seeing it upside down, but still clear as day the desire in the kiss. Simon leaned in, eyes closed and you felt his hand on your back lift a finger to hook it on Johnny's sweatpants to pull him closer. Johnny has his eyes just the slightest bit open, barely enough to see the other and he smiles into the kiss.

“Eager, aren't ya?” Johnny whispers, making Simon groan. 

“Shut up, Johnny.” He mumbles back, the hand on your back moving to Johnny's back pulling him closer squashing you in the middle. “I finally have you both”.

When Simon pulls Johnny closer, you feel both of his bulging erections against your body; the make out session clearly intense. 

It makes you turn, switching to lay on your back, still looking up. Simon moves to kiss down Johnny's jaw, kissing his neck, licking up to his ear; Johnny catches you staring, head falling back and mouth open as you shamelessly look at the two men making out, and he winks at you.

You quickly look down, ashamed of getting caught, and you realise then what the weight on your thighs was. On each side of your body, and still trapped in the confines of their sweatpants, both men's growing boners rest over your thighs. 

You feel small between the two massive men, and your hands move on their own when you rest them over the tents on their pants. You press them against your body, making both men groan. You move your hand up, grabbing the waistband pulling it down with their underwear. The thick, uncut member resting freely over your body. 

It's not the first time that you have seen either of them, but it is still a sight to see them side by side. Bobbing at the lack of attention, a tear of precum glistering on Simon's tip. 

You hear Simon talk above you, making you look up to see Johnny looking at you. “Let her do her thing…” is what Simon whispers to Johnny, cupping his face to pull him in for a kiss again. 

Using your elbows to push your back off the mattress, you slide down the bed; your legs hanging from it when you get your head on the same level as their hips. You turn your head, setting your lips around the pinkish tip of Simon's shaft; hearing a grunt at the same time you feel a snap of his hips, not being able to prevent himself from moving. 

You use your hand to massage Johnny's too, feeling the warm feeling of his skin in your hand; while you use the tip of your tongue to lick on Simon's slit, tasting his precum as you hear him whimper into Johnny's mouth. 

With a loud pop, you let go of his shaft, only his head glistering with spit; and your turn your head to give the same treatment to Johnny. Except he lays his wide hand on the side of your head, making you lay your head back on the mattress. 

“Stick yer tongue out, love” You do as he says, keeping your mouth open and your tongue out, the muscle twitching trying to stay still. Johnny fists his length at the base, giving it a whip for it to slap at your tongue. 

The wet sound is nasty, the head of his member slapping your tongue. Johnny can feel your warm breath against his dick, feeling your saliva get stuck to him as well. Whenever he lifts it he sees the string of spit from your mouth pulling him back. 

He switches motions, starting to glide his hips back and forward against your mouth. Simon's doesn't take long to join, only adding to the mess. You have your eyes closed, blinding tasting both men's scent, the musky smell leaving you lightheaded as they thrust smoothly back and forth, against each other and your tongue. 

There is drool falling for the corner of your mouth, only making it more and more nasty. And the moans, grunts and whimpers coming from the men beside you has you sliding your hand down your body, towards where you feel your body crying for attention.

Except Simon, still in his pleasure driven mind, catches the movement, calling your mind. “Love, how are you going to have the two of us dying to touch you and still private us from it?” 

The sound of his voice has you opening your eyes again, looking up at them and you can feel them twitching at the sight of such a blasphemous look. Your eyes blown wide and pitch black from arousal, a mess of spit, precum and sweat all over the middle half of your face, their wet and painfully hard members resting now over your chest, rising up and down harshly and your hand under the waistband of your pants. “I don't know…”

“Do you want us to touch you?” Johnny asks, his hand petting your head again softly and you nod timidly. “Words, bonnie.”

“Yes, please…”

“Let's take that respectable uniform off then.” Johnny jokes, patting the bed to motion you to move back up between them. You push yourself up,nestling between their bodies once again, and as if they had practised it before, they undress you at the same time they kiss you. 

Simon is the first to have his lips on your, his hand cupping your jaw drawing circles with his thumbs. You hum into his mouth, feeling Johnny lick your neck, his tongue slipping between Simon's fingers as he starts to lift your shirt. 

He moves down, sitting on his knees and kissing your tummy. His warm tongue getting a taste of your skin with each kiss. He pushes the fabric up, letting it wrinkle over your chest, groaning at the look of your sports bra. 

Simon peels from you when he feels Johnny grumble about wanting to take them off. He takes the hem from Johnny's hand, pulling it over your head and Johnny doesn't waste the opportunity to do the same to your bra, leaving you bare from waist up. 

And like a chain reaction both of them make their way to your breasts; Simon's kisses travel from behind your ear down to the swell of your breast, kissing your ribs before finally sucking your nipple into his mouth moaning at the feeling. While Johnny kisses your stomach again, burying his face on the softness of it, as he swiftly goes north, dragging his tongue from the underside to the side of your boob, before mimicking Simon and kissing your nipple. 

Is also Johnny's hand the one that starts to run down your body, if it wasn't for the filthy sounds of kisses, licks and slurping filling in the room, you could hear the sound of the callous skin of Johnny's hand rubbing against the soft skin of your body. It is only when you feel his fingertips go under the waistband that you speak. 

“Wait!” 

And as if they had been electrocuted they both peel back, looking at your face. Except instead of explaining you stand up, jumping over Johnny to walk towards the door. 

Johnny is quick on his feet, panicking that you will run; not because you couldn't go out but because they were afraid of having pushed you too far. 

Still, he stops on his track when instead you lock the door. That was still unlocked. And turn to them, looking over your shoulder almost bashful. “You are not expecting anyone else, are you?”

Simon sighs relieved, sitting on the edge of the bed, that they had not overstepped. “Nah… got everyone we need in here.” 

He motions you to walk to him, wanting you to stand between his legs and you oblige; pulling Johnny's hand when you walk past him. 

You stand between Simon's legs, Johnny standing behind you hugging your middle. Simon kisses your stomach on the parts not covered by Johnny's hand and slowly lowers your pants. You kick off your shoes at the same time, standing completely naked between them. 

Simon leans forwards, pressing his nose against your mound and sliding his tongue between your folds making you shudder. Johnny's hands travel higher, kneading your boobs in his hands while he buries his face on your neck. 

You let your head fall back on Johnny's shoulder, moaning when Simon's tongue rubs against your clit. Johnny pities Simon, pulling one of your legs up to the side, giving full access to Simon who doesn't waste a second before diving in and dragging his tongue from your entrance to your clit giving it a harsh suck making you buck your hips as you fist his hair on your hand. 

Johnny shushes in your hear, his other hand travelling to your core from behind; touching you along Simon's tongue. And while Simon's focus is on your clit, sending shockwaves up your body, Johnny slides one of his fingers onto your weeping cunt.

“Fuck yer tight…” Johnny moans into your ear. “Are you gonnae choke my dick this hard or is it only cause Simon sucking you off, hm?” 

Your only response is a moan in the shape of Simon's name, making both men chuckle. Johnny fits a second finger inside of you making you whimper as you start to move your hips from Simon's mouth to Johnny's hand and vice versa. Johnny starts to move his hand, finger getting sucked in whenever he tries to get the out; your wetness rolling down between his fingers when he scissors them inside and Simon notices, moving down to lick Johnny's hand, tongue dragging between his fingers and inside of you. 

When you look down, the only part of Simon's face you can see is his eyes, closed in blissful satisfaction at the feel and taste of your cunt on his mouth. 

Both of them feel you clench, your first orgasm of the night approaching. And it doesn't matter how happy he is to finally be together, of you forgiving them, of wanting to pay you back for saving him; Johnny is not skipping an opportunity to tease you. “Coming already, lass? Bit needy, weren't ye?”

You chuckle between moans, biting back. “Yeah… unlike you two little dickheads, shit! I-I haven't gotten laid in a minute… fuck…”

Simon chuckles against your cunt, knowing perfectly fine he deserves way worse than that and focusing on keeping you mind off of it. Johnny does just the same, curling his finger and kissing your neck helping you fall over the edge with a loud moan. 

You slide down, Johnny helping you rest on your knees between Simon legs with your head resting on his thigh. Simon pets your head, moving your hair out of your face. You open your eyes, coming face to face with his still rock hard member, and you look up to Simon, questioning. 

“Back for more already, love?” He asks, deep chuckle on his chest when you nod blushing just a bit. Johnny laughs too behind you, pulling Simon's hand slightly. 

“I have an idea. Stand up, Lt.” Johnny says, kneeling beside you and helping Simon take off his pants. “Two heads are better than one, ain't that right?” 

Simon stands before the two of you, looking down and finding both you looking up at him; getting distracted by his mouth watering length just in front of you. 

And at the sight of his two little zombies, back from the grave, the two only person that Simon has given himself the freedom to love, the only two person Simon let himself cry for after burying you, the two only person he has truly love; Simon can't contain the tear that drops from his right eye.

He tries to hide it, throwing his head back; but you see it, see the tear glisten as it drops on your cheek. But you don't say anything, and neither does Johnny when he wipes it with his thumb. 

You lean forward, leaving open mouth kisses at the base of his shaft while you feel Johnny suck on his tip. It makes Simon groan, the angle of his neck making it sound raspier. 

You move towards the tip, feeling Johnny's hand rest on your nape. When you are face to face with him, you feel his tongue move under Simon's dick, looking for your mouth. Pushing towards the tip to be able to finally kiss you, the open mouth kiss revolving in kissing Simon’s tip almost like it was a third tongue involved. And although it almost feels like excluding Simon, the sight of his two lovers kissing around his cock has him moving his hips against your lips; smearing the spit over both of your cheeks again. 

Johnny pulls back, making you whine against Simon's dick. “Open wide, love.” Johnny tells you, moving behind you and cupping your face from behind. 

Johnny holds your head as Simon lets his dick easily slide over your tongue, and when you close your lips around his length Johnny pushes his thumbs on your cheeks, making Simon feel the pressure on his length. He groans, feeling your throat open around his length to accommodate him as he moves deeper inside of your mouth.

“Easy now, you both.” Simon mumbles when he sees your eyes water as he moves down your throat. Johnny chuckles letting go of your head as he moves, switching to stand behind Simon.

Simon follows him with his gaze, aware already of his plan and the scot has the nerve to wink at him before diving between his cheeks. He rests a hand on the back of yours and Johnny's head, moaning at the double stimulation. 

Johnny is ravenous on the way he eats him out, fingertips digging on the meat of his asscheeks spreading them, his unquenchable thirst for making Simon moan driving him to push his tongue deeper.

While you on the other side keep pushing forward, your nose closer and closer to his pubic bone, your soft hands massaging his heavy balls screaming for release as you keep sucking him in making him whimper.

There is a point, when Johnny's tongue is so deep and your nose is squished against his happy trail, your tongue sticking to lick at his balls, that Simon feels his knees buckle. 

“Wait, wait, darling.” He whimpers, pulling your head back with a hand on your cheek pushing back softly. “You too, mutt!” He says, grabbing Johnny's mohawk to pull him back without actual strength. “I want to switch… Lay down on the bed for me, love. On your back, raise your legs.” He says, petting your head and you nod as you start to move, stealing a kiss from Johnny's mouth as your crawl passes him. 

You lay just like he told you, propping on your elbows to caress his face when he kneels before you. You smile. “In need of some more, pussy boy?” You ask, overconfident in yourself; quickly falling back when Simon runs his hot tongue from your ass to your clit, flat, splitting your lips and making you moan. 

Simon chuckles, before turning his head back to look at Johnny over his shoulder, using his hand to spread his cheeks. “It ain't gonna prep itself, Johnny.”

“Fuckin’ hell…” Johnny says chuckling, slapping Simon's ass before standing up and going to his bag. Both Simon and you look at him, wondering what his intentions are and you smile when you see him pick the lube bottle from his back. 

Simon rolls his eyes when Johnny shakes the bottle at him, teasingly. Johnny kneels behind him, slapping his ass again but keeps his hand on the taut meat to pull it apart. He moves down, kissing down his back to his already spit covered hole. 

Simon sighs at the feeling, leaning on your touch when you pet his head, kissing your wrist before diving back into your folds. Sliding his tongue in circles around your clit, softly sucking it into his mouth.

It is quite the sight to have Simon on his hands and knees in front of you, eating you out and drinking your juices up like a puppy while you see Johnny's head peek over the curve on his ass.

You keep your hand on Simon's head, brushing his hair back as he hums against your cunt. Ah… Johnny's tongue… you are familiar with the feeling. 

So you don't blame him when he stills on his movements, tongue falling out of his mouth without care as he moans at Johnny's tactics. Instead, you plant your feet on the edge of the bed, using your hand to grab Simon's hair and slowly start to grind against his face. 

You see his eyes widen for a second when he looks up at you, not expecting being downgraded to a ribbed mat to grind against. Not that he cared too much, not with the moans falling so prettily from your mouth and not with the way you so desperately cling to his hair.

He's embarrassed of himself, of the weak excuse of head he's giving you. He should be lapping up your weeping cunt like a parched dog at its bowl, and instead he is just slobbering all over your pretty folds, barely able to suck at your clit. 

But he can't focus any better, not when Johnny's tongue is curling inside of him in a way that has him wanting to push himself back onto his mouth, eyes threatening to roll back in his skull. He tried his utmost effort not to whine when he feels Johnny retrieving his tongue, moving back to his knees.

Johnny pops the bottle open, splattering a generous glob of lube between Simon's cheeks, making him grunt at the coldness. Johnny chuckles at him, his fingertip teasing at his entrance, pushing the lube in and he leans on Simon's shoulder. “Aww, bit too chilly for ye, Si?”

“Get at it already.” Simon grunts as an answer when you pull his head back, the tip of his ears red with embarrassment and lust. Johnny lands his free hand on the back of his head, pushing his face back against your cunt. 

“You get at it, eejit. Got bonnie bored out of her mind, making her do all the work.” He teases Simon. You slap his hand, scolding him; not wanting Simon to feel bad. But Simon notices the way your ankles are shaking from holding yourself up grinding against him, and he moves his hands from the ground to around your hips, pushing you against his face. 

He is resting on his elbows, holding your cunt at level with his mouth as he dives him right between glistering folds. Shaking his head in, his nose smushed against your clit, bending with each shake making your legs buckle; he slides his tongue in, curling it and feeling every rib of your walls drowning down on your taste. 

Johnny smiles when your moans rise in volume, your head falling back, he lets go of Simon's head while petting his head like a dog. “Atta boy.” He rests his hand on Simon's shoulder, leaning to kiss his back as he slides a finger in. 

Simon's eyes flutter closed, feeling his ass suck Johnny's finger in. He moans against your core, not relenting on his assault and soon enough Johnny is sliding a second finger. The stretch making him arch his back; and Johnny starts to pick up the pace, smiling when he notices Simon roll his hips to meet his fingers. 

“Look at you, Simon… getting all loose and soft for us… you can’t wait to get fucked stupid, can you?” Johnny smiles, kissing Simon's shoulder.

But Simon is struggling, he desperately wants to get you off before doing so himself. He really is trying his best, but when he tries to keep himself from coming he clenches around Johnny's fingers only making it worse. 

He can feel you are close, sucking his tongue in when you grip him, just a couple seconds more, he knows it. And then Johnny curls his fingers sneakily and Simon is coming all over the ground, moaning loudly against your awaiting cunt, unable to move and ruining your orgasm making you want to cry. 

He feels bad, he feels really bad for doing you dirty like that. Johnny only laughs softly, just for him to start moving his fingers at light speed making Simon whine as he crawls towards you, away from Johnny who only follows him. 

Simon hides his face in your stomach, moaning loudly at Johnny's attack, his fingernails digging into your thigh at the overstimulation. You whine Johnny's name, your cunt still spasming with the ruined release and Johnny finally pulls his hand back, slapping Simon’s ass.

“Move to the bed, Lt. You so fucking massive I can't even reach our girl.” Johnny says, teasing him even further as he moves to lay on his back on the mattress. Johnny stands up to finally take off his clothes, moving to kneel between his legs, grasping Simon's softening dick on his hand making it slap against his abdomen. “Look at you, Lt… I thought you promised our girl a nice fuck, what are you going to do with this?”

“Shut the fuck up, Johnny.” Simon says, moving his hand to caress your leg from where you are sitting next to him. “Just need a minute…” he mumbles. 

Johnny spreads his legs, collecting the lube sliding down Simon's crack with the bulbous tip of his length before probing at his entrance. “In the meantime… Fuck, Si… C’mon, pretty boy… Open wide for me.”.

He starts to push forward, pushing Simon's legs as well against his chest, bending him in half. It knocks the air out of him, making throw his head back with the mouth open on a silent scream of pleasure. 

He feels filled to the brim, and he hisses when Johnny starts to move his hand up and down his shaft. And although it is borderline painful, he can help the moans that fall from his lips when Johnny rolls his hips against his. 

“Singing like a pretty bird, you are, Si…” Johnny comments, looking at you and seeing how you discreetly try to slide your hand between your legs, desperate for the release. Their poor girl, their poor sweet girl. Her two lovers right beside her and still feeling neglected of the attention she so badly deserves; too sweet to even ask for it. “Ride his face, darling. Don't mind if he can't breathe, that's what he gets for leaving you hanging.”

At the sound of his voice you instinctively close your legs, moving when you see him move his head to point to Simon's head; only to be met by his heart shaped pupils with his hand extended to you calling you in. 

You move, sliding your legs over his head as you hoist yourself over him and look between your legs, seeing Simon laying with his mouth wide open, tongue resting over his lower lip waiting for you to sit down on him. When you take too long to do so, Simon grabs your hips, offended by the distance, pulling you down against his face, making you rest your hands on his chest. 

He doesn't care to breathe, and if this is the way he dies? Well, he can't think of a more glorious way to go out. 

Johnny snaps his hips, making Simon move and therefore grind his face against your cunt. And the harmonious moans sound to him just like a starting shot. He starts to roll his hips, picking up the pace and making the thrusts hard enough to make Simon bounce at them. 

The moment Simon mouth is back on focusing on your core, you feel your orgasm turn around embarrassingly quick, moans and whines slipping past your lips in abundance. Grinding your hips once again against Simon's face who's moaning back just as much. Your body easily forgetting the offence of having gotten your release pulled away so harshly.

Johnny leans forward kissing you feverishly, making you cling to his shoulders as you moan in his mouth. He feels guilty too, it was his doing what made Simon unable to function, even if it makes him proud how easily he can get the man undone. So to silence his guilt, he lowers his hand, dragging it down on your body, until he reaches your clit; rubbing tight circles making you wail into his mouth. 

“Fuck… Fuck, I'm gonna… Shit!” You close your eyes, letting your face fall into his neck, your legs shaking around Simon's head against his tight hold of your thighs with anticipation and you finally feel the coil in your inside snap. And out of everytime that Simon has been waterboarded this is definitely his favourite, drinking up every drop you are willing to give him. 

You gasp for hair, your body shaking with the aftershock of your orgasm and Johnny moves his hand to your waist, keeping you up. “Good girl, what a fucking good girl you are, love. We are so fucking lucky to have you.” He slows down on his pace, helping you lay on Simon's body and letting Simon's legs rest around his hips so you can rest your head; your legs still over his neck, not that he minds it; leaving kisses on the back of your thigh wetting your skin with the moistness of his face.

Johnny pets your head resting on Simon's abdomen, stilling on his movements to wait for your answer. A shiver runs down your body as you mutter “fuck”, making both chuckle and you look up to Johnny.

“You broken, baby?” He asks, smiling. 

“Not yet, Johnny.” You answer, wrapping your hand around Simon's still soft dick to lazily lick his tip; pulling back the skin to slide your tongue over his slit to taste his salty seed that ended up wasted on the floor. Johnny looks up to Simon, seeing how he tightly closes his eyes, throwing his head back with a deep groan.

It's the mix of Johnny's ridiculously thick cock rubbing against his prostate on each thrust and your warm mouth engulfing him in that makes him start to chub up at a record speed of refractory period. 

You feel it in your mouth, how each bob of your head has your jaw stinging more and more. You look up to Johnny, staring at you in awe at the way you swallow the massive dick of Simon, timing his thrust with your movements. “Yer a fucking eye candy, love.” He says, caressing your cheek. “I can't fucking wait to see yer pretty face every morning.”

He moves his hand to the back of your head, keeping it in place when you have Simon's dick stuffing your throat and he rolls his hips deeper, as deep as he can; leaning his body forward just to feel your forehead rest over his pubic bone. 

He pulls back, letting you move back as you pull Simon's cock out of your throat letting it fall on Simon's abdomen with a wet thud, his length finally on his full size again, spit connecting it to your lips as you breathe harshly. Simon groans, the air of the room cold in comparison with your warm mouth.

Johnny picks you up, making you sit over Simon's dick with your back pressed against his chest. “Are you gonna ride his dick like a good girl, love? Hm? Gonna help me fuck him silly?” He asks, making you nod as you whine at his words. 

You move a hand down, wrapping it around Simon's base and sitting down on it. The wetness of his length and the arousal still dripping from your cunt the only relief of the stretch of his dick. 

You sit down smoothly, moaning incoherent words as you use your hand to rest on Simon's chest. And for Simon it is too much, never has he felt this full and wrapped so tight on his life. The only reason why he hasn't cum already being his dick being barely back to life.

He looks up, at how Johnny is hugging you from behind, hiding his face on your neck and whispering praises while he keeps thrusting forwards. At how you have your head resting on Johnny's shoulder, the prettiest noises falling from your mouth as you slide up and down his length. 

His two lovers, finally with him, and as close as he can. He wants to cry again, except this time is also for the overstimulation. He whines, weakly moving his hips to meet both Johnny's and your movement. 

But he can't, his balls stuck between you and Johnny clenching with the need of release. He can hold it much longer but he needs to hold it, for you, for Johnny. 

Johnny was right when back in th car he told him he was going to break the moment you joined the picture, how the two of you were going to fuck him stupid. Fucking Johnny. 

But Simon is not the only one affected, he sees how Johnny's eyebrows furrow, trying his best to keep himself from coming undone, holding himself back so nicely like the good boy he is. So Simon can't let him updo him, resting his hands on your hips; moving his thumb lower to circle your clit. 

Johnny's hands move lower, interlocking his fingers with Simon's on your hips; using you to push Simon back against his hips. 

And like a chain reaction, when you finally fall over the edge with a silent scream as little white dots fill your vision, Simon spurs thick ropes of his seed deep into your cunt when he feels you clench. Leaving Johnny freedom to snap his hips fast against him looking for his release, moaning beautifully when he also spills deep inside of Simon. 

You lay over Simon's chest, Johnny laying next to Simon and pulling you in the middle, kissing your shoulder. The warmth from both bodies surrounding you making you feel the safest you have ever been.

It’s a comfortable silence, basking on the afterglow of an amazing session that has left the three of you unable to move right. Three pairs of legs tangled together, Johnny's arm over your body keeping you close to Simon and him. The silence only breaks when you speak. 

“Does this mean we are dating now?” The question making the both of them chuckle.

“We haven't gone on a date.” Simon points out.

“Do you want to go on a date?” Johnny asks behind you. 

“Yeah! I would love to.” You say smiling widely.

And after learning all his life how to hate, Simon finally had reasons to teach himself how to love. Because all this new range of emotions, of wants, of needs, of reasons to smile, to wake up in the morning; the origin of it all are lying right next to him, talking about where they want to go on said date. 

Simon Riley was a man that died years ago, the soldier nicknamed as Ghost pulling his corspe out of his grave. And after so many years of killing, torturing and ignoring every human emotion from his cold heart; he is finally starting to see himself in the mirror. 

The three of them having their own strange death, still coming back with more of their pieces intact, and getting drawn together like a magnet. Maybe it was just normal, no one can understand what is like to die as good as somebody who has done it too, maybe it was destiny way to apologise to almost actually killing them; or maybe it was simply and normal attraction that started the moment every one of them met the rest, and the three were too prideful, too coward or too insecure to actually recognise the feelings as such. 

And maybe, in the future, when Johnny’s memory is complete again; he will admit to them how he started to have slim flashbacks of them before the accident. Glimpses of their faces, of nicknames, of kisses on the cheeks, of sighs leaving his mouth when watching them. But for now, he will keep them to himself, and rather that reminiscent on those past memories; he will build new ones, as his, and not as the man he was before the accident. 

Many things could have gone differently if the tunnel had fallen on him, and luckily it didn't; because after all, well, he wasn't on that tunnel.

That's all, people.

Hope you enjoyed the "mini" serie, mini because in 5 chapters I wrote almost 25k words. But I hope you enjoyed every one of them just as much as I did. 🩷

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[orangeocelotmartyn]

The start of something new (Garbage Rat, Martyn, and Ren triangle)

trancript under the cut

Oli: Have you seen a Rat-tic around here, because I told one of them there would be one. Water: I don't know what that is-- Eloise: No, but you know who I have found? I found Mratyn-I found Mratyn, and Will! Oli: Marty! Eloise: Everybody's here, yeah, Marty-- Oli: Marty's here. Marty from the good ole days! (begins playing a quiet clip of applause) Eloise: He looks a bit different, though, he looks a bit different, and I think he's got-I think he's got a boyfriend. Oli: (shuts off the sound of the applause) Wait, what. Eloise: I don't know, he just kept calling him all these pet names like "Big J" and "Captain," but I might be misinterpreting that. Oli: But he didn't call him anything like "O-Dawg," or-or "Garbage Rat," did he? Cause that's my names, he wouldn't use those on someone else. (he plays a clip of an audience 'aw'ing) Eloise: No, he didn't call him that. Oli: Oh, well, that's good, that's nice, I'd love to see Marty.

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Oli: Don't worry guys, I'm gonna free you! Bek: Help me! Martyn: (through disbelieving laughter) You've gotta be joking--you've gotta be kidding, Garbage Rat! Oli: (joyously) Marty! Martyn: (laughing) What are you doing here! Oli: I've been here the wh--two weeks now, getting drunk on wine! And forgetting stuff. Martyn: What is the--right-- Oli: What happened to your eye? It go the same way as mine? Martyn: I don't wanna talk about it. Captain, if we're gonna recruit anybody, this is our guy-- Ren: Who is the loud one? Martyn: --This is our guy! Oli: You've not found another-- Ren: Reveal yourself loud one! Oli: Hello its me the Garbage Rat I eat the garbage. And what is your name sailor? Ren: Hello Garbage Rat, I am Admiral Jaque Levy La'rat. Oli: No way. And what are you doing with my boy? Ren: (clears throat) He's the Lieutenant on my-my vessel. I picked him up a few weeks ago out in the middle of the ocean, he was in half a tennis ball floating around and it was quite pathetic. Oli: No way...that's quite the step up from being a highway rat. Martyn: Ehh--that's the first time you've described it as pathetic, I don't think I like that. Bek: Bit embarrassing Martyn. Ren: Highway rat, what--? Oli: I actually never called him pathetic--

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Oli: -friends everywhere we go-- Martyn: Garbage Rat! Oli: Oh my god, Captain, my Captain. (Martyn: Oh.) Hello. Ren: It's the Garbage one again, hello! Martyn: Oh, two seconds, Will! (Will: Okay!) Oli: Hello, you found yourself--you guys find yourself a ship to commandeer yet, you found yourself a highway to man? Martyn: Ah, we-- Ren: We find ourself a perfect spot to rebuild. Martyn: Yeah, we found a plot. We got home and a plot. We're gonna go to the kitchen with Will, wanna come? Ren: I would like, I would like to add, Mister Garbage, that you look magnificent on our boat. I mean, look--the three of us together, side by side, as the pirate crew is there no better-- Oli: Yeah...ey, ey now, I love pirating, I love stealing, I love robbing, I love eating. I'm all those things, but water is not a thing that I enjoy, my sweet croissant. Yeah. Water-- Martyn: Yeah, he's got a past with, uh, flushers. Oli: Drowning, flushes, the whole-- Ren: I understand. Oli: --nine yards, yeah. I shall not be going anything that could have whirlpools. Ren: Out on the high seas, some might call you a Coward. Martyn: Ooh. Oli: Well. In the garbage bin, somebody might call you a corpse. But I ain't gonna make it happen. (Martyn laughs in surprise) Martyn: Yikes. I should step in here, but I don't wanna, I wanna see what happens. Ren: My words. I've never heard such intimidation before. Oli: It's been a good few years. I've faced a lot of creatures in my time. I remember when we were-- Ren: Alright, well Mister Garbage, I'd be happy to have you as an ally on shore, in that case. Oli: I would love to be an ally on shore. And if you--

[arandomaquarius]

Herro! So I saw your post for a request with TFP Soundwave and really liked it so I thought I’d make one of my own! How would Soundwave react to a new Decepticon recruit, more specifically a Predacon femme who is assigned as his assistant? Bonus cookies if she is found one day playing with Laserbeak and makes energon candy for the minicon.

ooh! Love this idea! Sorry it took so long, again, I had a concussion when this request came in😓

Soundwave x Predacon Femme

Warnings: none! Except a bit of injury, but I didn’t make it super graphic :>

Type: Romantic, bullet pointed scenario

a/n: you never specified what kind of Predacon so I based her off a hippogriff

•You were an unexpected surprise. You were very tall (as are all Predacons) and quite intimidating at first glance. However, you were quite docile. More so than Predaking.

•Seeing this, Megatron assigned you as Soundwave’s assistant, as the TIC has a lot to do and not enough time to do it. You took care of the more basic tasks given to Soundwave, as they doubted your intelligence.

•At first, Soundwave thought you were a nuisance. Just another bot he had to babysit. But you were determined to prove him wrong.

•You did your tasks with efficiency and pride, and you seemed to be looking for some sort of approval from the silent mech.

•He was impressed with how loyal and efficient you were and starting trusting you with more difficult tasks.

•One of those tasks happened to be a field-involved job

•It went well for the most part— it was recon, so nothing terribly difficult. But per usual, everything went wrong when the Autobots showed up.

•You weren’t sure how they knew to come to this exact place, but there they were, the ever growing thorn in the Decepticons’ side.

•The Wreckers targeted you specifically— you transformed and fought well, despite not being out in the field often. It was only two of the three Wreckers, so that helped.

•Unfortunately, Bulkhead had grabbed you by the tail while Wheeljack went for the cavern you were sent to search for potential energon

•You threw the green bot off and dashed towards Wheeljack. You head butted him away from the entrance and were about to crush his frame when he stabbed you in the vulnerable underside of your armor.

•You shrieked, scrambling off of the Wrecker and spewing fire at the retreating form. You looked down and saw that the sword was still embedded in your underside. Looking up, you saw that reinforcements were joining the two Autobots now.

•Nervously, you flew off to return to the Nemesis. You found it without needing to comm Soundwave, and for that, you were proud.

•That small feeling of pride vanished when you saw Megatron, Shockwave, Predaking, Starscream and Soundwave all on the flight deck. You landed with grace (thankfully)

•A small bit of energon dripped onto the flight deck when you land. Megatron is looking at you in shock and Predaking seems concerned about the sword sticking out of your underbelly. You look at Soundwave as you try to transform into your root mode.

•The sword prohibits you from doing so, as a pain-filled screech leaves your vocalizer. You take a step toward the silent mech. He is not looking at you. He is studying the sword embedded in your protoform.

•You are forced to lie down so that Shockwave can remove the sword. Soundwave is standing nearby, watching Shockwave’s actions intently.

•The sword is removed and the wound is welded shut by Knock Out. Shockwave tells Megatron that you won’t be ready for field work for a few cycles.

•After a few hours you’re able to transform without reopening your wound. This is when you give your report to Megatron and Soundwave.

•Megatron orders you to ‘take it easy’ by staying in your and Predaking’s quarters. Soundwave gives you a datapad with small tasks to do while your on bedrest.

•It’s a few cycles later and Soundwave is looking for Laserbeak. The minicon was allowed free time, but he had been gone for a while and hasn’t checked in with Soundwave. It was concerning

•He had checked all the cameras and couldn’t see the minicon anywhere so far. It wasn’t until he checked the cameras on the flight deck that he saw him.

•You were there with Laserbeak in your alt mode, indulging in the minicon’s playful dives with small (harmless) swipes of your servos.

•The two of you were somehow communicating through trills and chirps. Laserbeak seemed to be enjoying your company

•When you revealed a stash of energon candies and offered one to the minicon, Soundwave felt something stir in his spark.

•That was when he knew you were the one. You were sharing something rare with his minicon, one many assumed was just a drone like the Vehicons/Eradicons and therefore unintelligent, and treating Laserbeak as an equal. Maybe the Predacons aren’t what Starscream thinks they are…

•From then on, you saw a change in Soundwave’s actions towards you. It wasn’t much, but it was a change. He trusted you, and everyone could tell. No one commented on it except Starscream but he was ignored

(ran out of ideas, sorry)

[racefortheironthrone]

fantasy sometimes doesn't afford itself the ability to fantasize about a better world with many of the same problems of real life. thankfully ive found fantasy thatfantasize about things like gender roles, orientations, social status, etc. being more accepting, and the world kinder more often than not. question is, as hard as it is to find solid urban fantasy, are there anyworks you know of that use itself to imagine a optimal city for us urban nerds? magic public works, free dragon transit?

So there is a real problem in the fantasy and sci-fi genres that they often have a failure of revolutionary imagination, as I’ve termed it. We’re so used to not just the world as it is but also the public historical imagination of how change happens, that even in art that’s supposed to be about radically reimagining our world or new worlds, we often revert back to the familiar. (I find this tic particularly annoying in alternate history, which is supposed to be about imagining how the world could have evolved differently, but often reverts back to a retelling of (often bad) history with the numbers filed off.)

(A sadly rare counter-example.)

You raise a fascinating question about the potential for urbanist fantasy. This is often quite rare in urban fantasy, because often out of a desire to maintain the verisimilitude of urban life, they default to a masquerade scenario which renders it impossible to explore the impact of magic on transit, housing, and other aspects of urbanism because the central conceit is that people with magic are trying to hide and thus have no impact on the mundane world.

However, it does crop up sometimes in Magitech settings, because their central conceit is all about how magic would function in place of science and lead to new ways of organizing societies, urban and otherwise. For a popular example, look at how Arcane examines the social impacts of Hextech and Shimmer. My personal favorite example of urbanist fantasy is the plane of Ravnica from Magic the Gathering.

Ravnica is a ecumenopolis, a city-state that covers the whole planet. The city is governed by a guild council, each of whom are responsible for an aspect of the city’s physical and social infrastructure:

The Azorius Senate is responsible for running the courts and the legal system, and sometimes they run the police as well (although they have a jurisdictional dispute with the Boros Legion on that front).

House Dimir are couriers, messengers, journalists, private investigators, spies, assassins, thieves, and librarians, as well as the city’s clandestine intelligence service - if it deals with information in any way, the Dimir have a hand in it…or do they?

The Cult of Rakdos run the city’s entertainment, food service, retail, and labor recruitment (lots of shanghaing and press ganging goes on in Ravnica) - and they’re also a crazed juggalo bdsm blood cult who are responsible for keeping an ancient arch-demon entertained so he doesn’t try to destroy the city, again.

The Gruul Clans are an anarchist collective responsible for the planet’s wilderness areas, which they try to maximize by violent raids that tear down developed areas any chance they get - which also makes them Ravnica’s main demolition industry. The Boros Legion spends a lot of time defending built-up areas from Gruul rampages.

The Selesnya Conclave are a hippie nature cult commune who manage the city’s parks and other green spaces, as well as providing basic welfare services (food, “shelter,” clothing, etc.) to the city’s poor. They also use magic to do weird hivemind brainwashing in the name of harmony and unity, and they can raise giant Ent-Kaiju to defend the city in times of need.

The Orzhov Syndicate are a vampire banker mafia, and also one of the city’s biggest religions. They believe in debt on a spiritual level, and their religion fully embraces indulgences to their logical conclusion. The Orzhov preach that you can literally buy your way into heaven, and that debts to the (Catholic by way of Prosperity Gospel Evangelical) Church or its many front organizations and legitimate businesses will carry over into the next life; the Orzhov practice debt slavery on both living people and ghosts. And lest you think it’s all a cover for profit-making, they can summon dark angels to conduct rituals, lead services, and make war on their enemies. Something above is answering their prayers…

My personal favorite is the Izzet League, an institute of mad scientists and engineers and elementalist wizards who combine science and magic to research, build, and maintain the city’s infrastructure (as well as funding all tech R&D and theoretical and experimental research in physics, chemistry, and engineering) - the power grid, water and sewer systems, heating and gas lines, as well as the city’s mass transit and transportation/freight system, are all powered by their steam and fire and lightning and Magitech gadgets and robots and cyborgs made out of a magic metal named mizzium. Yes, a lot of their devices explode, and yes their golems and robots and elementals have a tendency to go rogue, but that’s the price of progress!

The Golgari Swarm are a subterranean necromantic cabal who run the city’s waste disposal, burial services, and do the bulk of the agricultural production for Ravnica’s hungry masses. All of Ravnica’s citizens are entitled to a food dole provided by the Golgari’s fungi farms as a form of basic income. Just don’t think too hard about what went into the compost heaps or what your rations might be made of…

The Boros Legion is Ravnica’s main police and military, led by a literal host of warrior angels. Imagine the combination of a police force entirely made up of noir detectives and loose cannon Dirty Harry-esque cops and an army with flying fortresses led by fiery angels who are all deeply dramatic lesbians. True believers one and all, the Boros are here to mete out justice and divine wroth upon evildoers wherever they hide. If they had their way, the Orzhov would all be in prison along with the Gruul and the Rakdos, but the damn bureaucrats in the Azorius Senate keep trying them up in knots with paperwork.

The Simic Combine are responsible for the city’s environmental quality, ensuring biodiversity and sustainability in a global metropolis; they are also the city’s universal health care providers. All Ravnicans have access to free health care, as long as they consent to the Combine’s biomantic research. See, the Simic are the other group of mad scientists/mages in the city, except they went into genetics, environmental science, and (marine) biology and they believe in individual and societal evolution through the use of augmentation, cloning, and splicing. After all, why stop at curing someone’s respiratory illness when you could also give them gills? Or giant crab claws? Or tentacles?

I love the world-building and the attention to urban systems and infrastructure in Ravnica. More than most, they’ve thought about what urban life needs to function and made it magical.

[seths-rogens]

lil hc that just came to me,,,

Eddie’s already a pro at the guitar and since Corroded Coffin split up (all his friends remaining in contact but spreading across the country for college) he’s been desperate to get back into the live music scene.

He encourages Steve to take up drums when he notices how often he taps his hands - a nervous tic left over from years of Upside Down related trauma. The energy of playing the drums helps Steve let out all of his pent up energy and anxiety.

Robin - feeling just a little left out - channels her language learning prowess into the language of music, and starts to learn the bass because “Chicks dig bass players, Steve!”

But they’re missing a key piece. None of them are too confident in their singing abilities.

Enter Max Mayfield.

Her eyesight worse and not as physically strong as she used to be, she takes after Eddie and lets out her pent up anger listening to metal music.

It’s Eddie who recruits her, after walking past her trailer and hearing her singing (screaming) along to one of the many tapes he lent her.

It’s like a lightbulb goes off.

She’s in the band only three days later.

Anyway, this is just a very long winded way of me saying I think a Max lead metal/heavy rock band would be insanely good and that I think her singing Bundy by Animal Alpha and Make Me Wanna Die by The Pretty Reckless would be very cool :)

[blingblong55]

Appreciation-141 & Konig

Based on a request:

Hello! I had a question, could you perhaps do HCs with the 141/Konig and a AMAB GN! reader who has tics, but not Tourettes? Specifically, tics where they hit things? Thank you so much! I adore your writing! -Rai ---- AMAB!GN!Reader, tics, platonic!friendship, HC, fluff? ----

A/N: I just want to emphasise that I am not fully educated in how tics affect most people or how they look on those who have this so if this is in someway offensive or incorrect, please be kind, correct me and educate me in a kindly manner, let's not spread hate those trying to learn <3 And Rai, I hope you adore this one<33

Ghost:

he has gotten used to your sudden tic attacks, so much so that at some point when you say or do something he ignores it as if nothing is going on.

There are times when he gives people a cold glare when you begin to knock on the table in the meeting room.

"Mate, what are you doing?" A recruit tries to suppress a chuckle as the others glare at you with judging stares. "Leave them alone, soldier," Ghost replies with his cold and commanding voice.

Anywhere you go, he goes and this is to ensure you don't end up hurting yourself. For example, there are times when you knock things out, occasionally it's your cap when you hit your head and sometimes when it's bad, he is there to help you not harm yourself.

He sees you as his close friend. Soap could even argue that you are his only friend from all the times he has seen Ghost talk so much about you.

"Yeah, they are the best soldiers I've worked with. Your soldier is better? Maybe, but have you seen my soldier, they are way better."

The cute thing about him and you is that you are the one person who is allowed to touch his mask. In private, there was one time when you pulled on his mask and all he did was chuckle. "Trying to see my face, R/N?" he smiles and you fluster, unable to find the right words to apologise.

Soap:

I feel like he would be so unserious with you. Like him, you have to at some point be separated in a meeting because you keep getting tics that make you hit him and sometimes all he can do is gasp and laugh.

But, I have to say that he is very much aware that if someone tries to mess with you, he would most likely be sent to Price's office afterwards.

There are times when your face grimaces and he won't acknowledge it and if there are people who call you out for it, he, like Ghost would stand up for you, which leads to a literal roast towards the soldier.

He is so unserious with you, as a coping mechanism to be honest, that he calls your tics 'tic tac toe' only because every time he does this, you and he get into a hysterical argument. Don't worry, you win but only after you say his head looks like a white tic tac.

The winning streak had gotten to a point that now in the common room, there is a wall dedicated to the wins and losses of Soap and you.

Gaz:

Gaz gives me Golden Retriever vibes and he is the most loyal person, so of course, his traits with you are similar to those of Ghost and Soap.

With him, it's a little different though, as he asks so many questions that you have a small window to actually and thoroughly answer the questions regarding your tics.

Sometimes, if someone dares to mention your tics but in a negative light, Gaz will deadass stop the person and like with Graves, he will not even dare shake the person's hand or be kind to them.

Because of you, not the helicopter, this man has lost and has had his caps destroyed from the many times that you have knocked them off his head that now you have a monthly gift for him.

I think there are times that he chuckles a little when you clap in a silent room when there are serious matters to be talked about, mainly when Graves talks and you interrupt him with clapping or knocking down something, usually an empty cup Gaz keeps around. He doesn't laugh at you but rather at how annoyed you've made Graves since you don't let him finish his 'All-American hero' speech.

Price:

This man is THE father figure when your tics go off. I can't explain any further but you know what I mean…I hope.

Like Ghost, he also brags and gives people a death stare when they dare to comment on your tics negatively.

I know for a fact this man is all about being so inclusive towards everyone like no one should be alone, it's mean and that won't happen on his watch. So when you were introduced and he found out you had tics, better believe this man read all there was to know about your syndrome and how to make an environment better for you.

Also, you better believe this man has a class in which not only does he teach the rude and disrespectful soldiers about manners but he also teaches those on how to be around you and make you feel at ease. And may I add that he is the first captain, at least on base, that in this class teaches others about LGBT+, social and racial problems, like this man is THE man when it comes to absolute kindness. (to those that work with him….so…fuck you Makarov, Shephard and Graves) König:

I think that because he has social anxiety and prefers to be more of a serious man to others, he is very calm and educated on your tics. -Since he is friends with you and has grown accustomed to your tics he knows how to keep things under control if they happen to be out of norm.

Because he is a colonel, everyone respects him and he has ensured that you, as his second in comment have the same level of respect. -He has yelled, like yelled and people who witnessed him get this angry were terrified. They saw him as a very stern and serious man on base so seeing this part of him when yelling to others to respect you and be able to keep in their rude comments towards your tics, they surely kept quiet.

I chose to believe this man likes his helmet more and more when you are around because you tend to knock his helmet off when one of your tics gets more… intense.

A/N: I don't know if this could be accurate but i hope i did okay with this request

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[chickenlizard13]

No One Else

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x Reader (gender neutral)

Word Count: 11810

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mature +18, Violence

Description: Part 3? Sebastian POV for Catching Up To Do and Too Far Away.

He shouldn’t have accepted this job, no matter how good the payout. Being this close to the castle, to you, was way too risky, and he sat there cursing himself for saying yes. Hogsmeade was bustling, faces both familiar and unfamiliar passing by the dark corner he’d sequestered himself in, hood pulled low over his eyes. He hoped to overhear the location of the poachers’ latest hideout, as there’d been a recent up-tic in their activity around Hogwarts Valley. 

 He’d stopped by a wandering vendor, who informed him of a handsome reward for anyone who could clear the poachers in the Forbidden Forest. The man claimed to have heard rumors of Ashwinders hanging around Hogsmeade. The group prowled the streets, attempting to recruit corruptible souls, and against his better judgment, Sebastian accepted. 

Now here he stood, hidden in the shadows, doing his best to ignore the dull ache sitting in his chest. He didn’t dare look too closely at the students passing by, fearing one of them would be Ominis, or…you. Instead, he kept his head down, standing outside The Hogshead, listening intently through an open window.

 Unfortunately for Sebastian, avoiding eye contact didn’t help much in the end. His ears perking up at a familiar laugh floating by. Before he could stop himself, his head whipped up to look for the source. He swore time stopped as his eyes landed on you, all the air leaving his lungs and his heart squeezing painfully in his chest. 

You looked…Merlin, you were perfect. You strolled along, arm in arm with Poppy and Natty, head thrown back, eyes closed, laughing wildly at something one of the girls said. You looked like a dream, incredibly similar to one he’d had the night prior. Your bright smile shot him in the chest, a heavenly blessing and a wicked curse, the spell you’d cast whispering in his ears to get closer. And he almost listened, his body leaning toward you of its own accord, causing him to lose his balance and stumble forward. 

Sebastian watched you pause, having caught his clumsy movement out of the corner of your eye. He just had enough time to duck down, hiding behind a couple large crates, breath heaving in panic as he prayed you wouldn’t get closer. He heard Natty call for you, and felt you only hesitate a moment before trotting after her. 

Sebastian’s head thunked against the crates, sitting back against them as he replayed your laugh in his head. Covering his eyes with a hand, attempting to burn your image into the back of his eyelids. He never thought he’d see you again, the gaping hole in his chest making him wish he hadn’t, but a smaller, more selfish part, was elated. He missed you so much. Not a day went by where he didn’t long to see you, grateful now that he’d at least gotten a glimpse, no matter the pain it brought. 

After taking a moment to breathe, he slowly stood back up, peeking around the crates to see if you’d gone. When you were nowhere in sight, he slunk around behind the tavern, setting up shop to listen in once more. He was still here on business after all. 

—-------

Sebastian didn’t end up overhearing anything about the poachers in the Forbidden Forest, but he did hear of a small camp near Irondale. Deciding that something was better than nothing, he made his way under the cover of night, hoping to catch the criminals by surprise. He wondered offhandedly if you were still hunting down the vestiges of Rookwood and Ranrok’s forces, or if you’d abandoned that life in your fifth year. 

As it turns out, he’d soon have his answer. 

Sebastian crept silently around the base of the fort, casting Disillusionment to better conceal his presence. He’d just scaled the wooden walls when he heard a commotion coming from below. Peering over the scaffolding, he watched the Ashwinders stand at attention, readying their wands as they yelled at something in the distance. Not something, someone. Sebastian squinted his eyes at the figure, wondering who would be daft enough to approach a hostile poacher camp on their own. 

The figure neared, the torch lights illuminating their face, an irritated look on their features as they marched straight through the Ashwinder’s front door. Sebastian sucked in a sharp breath as he watched you come to a halt, a healthy distance away from the group, crossing your arms as you spoke in an almost bored tone. 

“Look. I’m in a pretty shit mood tonight, so if we could just skip to the part where you all throw your wands on the ground in surrender, it would be much appreciated.” The poachers look at you, and then each other, before bursting into peels of cacophonous laughter. You stood there stoically, waiting for them to calm themselves, growing impatient with each passing moment. 

Sebastian readies his wand as one of the poachers steps forward, preparing to rescue you should things go poorly. He knew you were a brilliant duelist, but there were at least ten to twelve poachers here, far too many for you to take down on your own. The Ashwinder scout wipes his eyes, sneering at you as he speaks. “That’s adorable. What can a little thing like you do all on your own? Why don’t you run along while I-”

He didn’t get a chance to finish. Ancient magic pulsed at the end of your wand, and the man vaporized in a cloud of black dust, ceasing to exist. The poachers immediately stop laughing, all staring in shock at the space their compatriot once occupied. You sighed heavily, planting your feet. “Alright, hard way it is.”  

The poachers raise their wands, and all hell breaks loose. Sebastian, rooted to the spot, watches dumbfounded as you absolutely clean house. Your movements seem almost like a dance, clothing whipping around you as you move, Sebastian finding such beauty in you savagery. You make quick work of the poachers, freeing all the captured beasts before heading back to Hogwarts. 

He watches you take one last look at the camp and the bodies strewn about it, before you quietly walk off into the night, disappearing into the shadows. 

Sebastian hops down from the scaffolding, making his way over to assess the carnage. An unconscious smile slips onto his face as his heart swells with pride, and a severe longing. Seeing you twice in the same day had done something to him. It’d put a hunger in his chest. To see you, talk to you, touch you, be near you. Anything you’d give him, he’d take it, greedily.

The thought stuck in his head for weeks, long after he’d left Hogsmeade, traveling far from you again. The need to be near you ate at him, plaguing his thoughts, haunting his dreams, much more than it had in the past two years. It consumed him completely, until he finally snapped, finding himself sitting in Professor Weasley’s office, making up a story about studying abroad with Anne after their uncle’s untimely death. 

She welcomed him back warmly, informing him that his bed and belongings remained untouched and ready for his return. Thanking her, he left her office, heading not for his dorm, but for the Undercroft instead. He’d have to share a room with Ominis, and Sebastian wasn’t quite ready to face the blonde just yet. He would sleep on one of the Undercroft lounges for a few nights while he figured out a plan. 

—-------

Sebastian was doing his best to avoid running into either you or Ominis, successfully evading you both for the first week of the new school year. He’d caught glimpses of both of you, but didn’t dare stop for too long, lest one of you notice him prematurely. 

That all went out the window when you barreled straight into him in Central Hall, making a mad dash to your next class. On instinct, he’d cast Levioso on your books and papers, preventing them from scattering all over the floor. You were holding your face and apologizing, not yet noticing exactly who you’d run into, and Sebastian stood rooted, feeling a bit dizzy from being so close to you. Finally, you looked up at him, and he could see your brain short circuit. He took the opportunity to scan your face, drinking in the details like you were the first water he’d seen after years in the desert. 

His memory really didn’t do you justice, the youthfulness you’d had in your fifth year melting away to reveal the striking young adult underneath. Sebastian couldn’t stop staring at you, taking in all the changes these two years had brought, eyes fliting down to give the briefest of glances to your lips. He wondered offhandedly what they’d feel like against his, but the thought was forgotten entirely at the first tear drop falling from your lashes. 

You looked at him, eyes wide and unblinking, face shining with heartbreak as you brokenly spoke his name. The sorrowful sound, combined with the wet streaks down your face, were enough to jolt Sebastian out of his private reverie and replace it with a deep shame. This was a mistake. He shouldn’t have come back. Not when you were looking at him like that, openly showing him the damage he’d done. 

Steeling himself, he returned your final book to you before making his escape. He reminded you of your tardiness as he left, not wanting to affect your day any further. He resolved to stay away from you as much as humanly possible, even though his heart screamed not to. 

—-------

Sebastian returned to the Undercroft after his last class, pacing the floor as he contemplated his next course of action. He could leave, go back to being a mercenary, eradicating poachers, doing his best not to think of you. The only problem was the more he thought about running away, the more his chest ached, growing so heavy that he wasn’t sure how he kept standing. 

Sebastian was so caught up in his own head, that he didn’t hear the gate open, or the fast angry steps striding toward him. “You fucking son of a bitch.” 

Whipping around, Sebastian had just enough time to dodge the book being thrown at his head, Ominis snarling in annoyance when it didn't connect. “Where the hell have you been?” 

Sebastian opens his mouth to answer, but ends up dodging Ominis’s fist instead as the blonde continues yelling. “Do you know how worried we were? Do you even care? How dare you. You think you can just waltz back in like the last two years never happened? You’ve got some fucking nerve.” 

There’s no time to say anything in retaliation, Ominis’s fists flying at Sebastian from every angle, surprisingly accurate for a blind man. “I have half a mind to kill you myself. Save you the trouble of abandoning us again.” 

Sebastian grit his teeth, shoving Ominis away from him. “You think it was easy?! You think leaving the two of you was easy?! I left to protect you. I-“

“Save it Sallow! You left because you were scared. Look at you, hiding away in the Undercroft, avoiding sharing a room with me. You-“ 

“OF COURSE I WAS SCARED!” 

Sebastian’s voice cracked, echoing loudly through the large space. Ominis stood, a look of shock painting his face, before scowling again, opening his mouth to spit his frustration at the brunette. Suddenly the Undercroft gates slid open. Both boys turned toward it, panting angrily. Sebastian’s heart sank at the sight of you. You looked defeated, eyes trained on the floor as you shuffled forward. “Ominis, I-I think I saw S-…oh.” 

He wanted to cry. He couldn’t handle the way you were looking at him, either of you. He’d caused this, and he’d only made it worse by returning. Overwhelmed by the crushing pressure in the room, Sebastian did the only thing it seemed he knew how. He ran. 

“We’ll continue this later.” 

Striding forward quickly, he didn’t dare look at you, ignoring the way you turned to follow him, hand reaching out as if to stop his retreat. Ominis demanded he turn around, explain himself to you, but Sebastian was so close to the edge already and couldn’t afford to fall over. 

“I have nothing to say to them.” 

He heard the pained noise ripped from your throat, hands clenching and unclenching, trying to maintain his composure. They ached to hold you, to grasp you and haul you against him. He wanted to whisper apologies into your hair, beg for your forgiveness, tell you he’d rather die than be parted from you again…but he couldn’t. Couldn’t risk breaking your heart any further. You didn’t need him the way he needed you. You could live a happy life, with or without him. 

Sebastian hesitated only a moment, before heading back into the castle, uncertainty settling in his gut. 

—————

Now that he’d been discovered, there was no point concealing himself away in the Undercroft, so Sebastian started spending his nights in his actual bed. He and Ominis weren’t speaking, and the rest of their roommates were too nervous around the two to ask about his sudden appearance. 

Things were tense for a few days, and Sebastian thought they’d stay that way, until he’s being shaken awake one night by a disheveled Ominis, clearly having been startled out of sleep. “Wha-What? What’s- Merlin’s beard wha- Ominis, what’s wrong?”

“I should be asking you that. You were thrashing about in your sleep, mumbling some nonsense.” Ominis stood above him, a comforting hand on his shoulder. Sebastian blinked the sleep out of his eyes, squinting up at Ominis’s concerned face. 

“It was- It was probably just a nightmare. Don’t worry about it. Sorry for waking you. Go back to sleep.” Sebastian rolled away from the blonde, closing his eyes. 

Ominis stood there awkwardly, shuffling his feet back and forth as he spoke. “Do, um, do you get them…a lot?” 

Sebastian turned to look over his shoulder. “Nightmares? Yeah, I guess, uh, I get them pretty regularly. I’ll-I’ll put a silencing charm on my bed at night so-” 

“No, that’s not- What I mean is-… W-What are they about?” Sebastian stares dumbfounded at Ominis’s nervous twitching. He was clearly worried for Sebastian, and it didn’t seem like he’d give up anytime soon. So, he scooted over, tugging on Ominis’s wrist gently as a signal to sit down. Ominis went hesitantly, but let the curtain fall as he sat cross legged on the opposite end of the bed. 

“Um, well…a lot of them are about...my time away, but…most of them are about the things that happened with my- with Solomon.” Sebastian glanced up at the other boy, gauging his reaction. Ominis furrowed his brow at the mention of Solomon, but nodded his head patiently, waiting for Sebastian to continue. 

So he did, and the two spent the rest of the night talking. Sebastian told him about the places he’d been, and the jobs he’d done, the horrors he’d seen committed at the hands of dark wizards. He told him the reason he’d left, the fear that he’d hurt the both of you the way he’d hurt his uncle, his own blood. Apologies spewed from his mouth, and both boys shed more than a few tears, embracing each other once Sebastian had finished. 

Things weren’t perfect, far from it, and all was not immediately forgiven, but it reopened the door to their friendship. Ominis reminded him that they were family, and no matter what lay ahead, he’d be there. He also urged Sebastian to talk to you, promising that you’d want to, even after the other night. 

He wasn’t convinced, fairly certain you’d sooner put his head on a pike for his mistreatment, than try to make amends. Unsure when he’d even get the chance.

—-------

Fortunately for him, the chance came rather quickly after that. He’d been reading in the library, far away from the other students, when he heard quiet swearing somewhere off in the stacks. Closing his book, he stood up, walking towards the voice that sounded more and more like you the closer he got. 

Turning the corner, he watched you stretch as far as you could, attempting to grab a book just out of your reach. He crossed his arms and leaned a shoulder against another bookcase, watching you struggle fondly, wondering where you’d left your wand. You huffed in frustration, and he had to put a hand over his mouth, silencing his laughter as you put a foot on the lowest shelf. His eyes shone with amusement watching your fruitless struggle, and decided to put you out of your misery when you continued climbing the shelves. 

His footsteps were silent as he approached you, reaching up and grabbing the book. You scrambled down, turning to object, assuming someone was taking the book for themselves. Stopping instantly, you both stare at each other, Sebastian finding it incredibly difficult to look away. Your eyes flit from his face to the book in his hands, and then back to his face before speaking. “Um…I need that.” 

Sebastian has to beat back a smile threatening to split his face in two, instinctively wanting to give a sarcastic reply, but controlling himself for the moment. “I know. That’s why I grabbed it.” 

Handing you the book, you take it gingerly, fingers accidentally brushing his. It sends a bolt of electricity through his body, awakening a need to touch you deep in his bones. He’d been so careful to always keep his distance, avoiding physical contact with you, mostly to preserve his own sanity. Sebastian knew he didn’t have any rights to you, and if you were to rebuild your friendship, he couldn’t become greedy. 

You looked at the floor, biting your lip, before thanking him, and making to leave. He notes that you’re careful to avoid touching him as you pass. Even though he knows it’s for the best, he still wishes you would. Merlin, he wants you to touch him so bad. To brush his arm, his hand, anything.

But you don’t, and he watches you take a few steps, before turning around once more. “I’m sorry.” 

Raising an eyebrow at you, he leans his shoulder against the bookshelf again, putting his hands in his pockets to make himself behave. “For what?” 

“For…being weak.  I couldn’t- I couldn’t help Anne, and…and if I were stronger, maybe I could’ve. Then you wouldn’t have had to…go away.” 

Sebastian’s heart sunk. You…blamed yourself? You thought this was your fault? He tried to formulate a response, denying your ludicrous claim, but you kept going. “I understand why you…hate…me, but I just-”

“I don’t hate you.” 

The words were out before he could even fully process what you’d said. Hate you? How could you think he hated you? Quite the contrary actually, he loved you so much it hurt. It often kept him awake at night, missing you, wondering how you were, pondering what could have been if he’d made different choices. How could he ever hate you? 

A sad smile slipped onto your face as you gazed at him longingly. “You don’t have to lie.” 

With that, you strode away from him, shattering his heart with every step you took. 

—————-

It was a long while before Sebastian saw you again. He’d catch glimpses in the halls, watching you giggle with your friends, or scurry between classes. You’d look away quickly if you happened to see him, very obviously pretending to be busy with something or someone else.

You were avoiding him, purposefully acting like he wasn’t there, and it irritated him. He wanted your time, your attention, but he figured that this was his punishment for treating you so poorly. 

Ominis told him to just talk to you, corner you after class or in the library, but he didn’t want you to be more upset with him than you already were, so he let you be. He was going to leave it that way, let you come around on your own, but then he also noticed how much time you spent with a certain red headed Gryffindor. 

Jealousy burned hot in his chest every time he saw you with Weasley, a stabbing pain every time he made you laugh or smile, Sebastian hated it. He wanted you to look at him like that, to laugh at his jokes, to be his. 

He watched you and Garreth heading to the library, arguing playfully, walking so close that your shoulders were practically pressed together the whole way. The last dregs of Sebastian’s will power evaporated, and before he knew it, he’d planted himself directly in your path. 

You didn’t even look up, too engrossed in your conversation with Weasley, and ended up bouncing off him, again. Sebastian could feel your eyes on him, but he kept his gaze focused on the redhead beside you, silently willing him to take a hike.

“I need to talk to you.” 

Sebastian tore his eyes from Garreth and looked at you expectantly. Blinking at him, you furrow your brow in confusion. “I can’t really talk right now. Garreth and I are-” 

Sebastian glared at Garreth, daring him to object. The redhead took a step away, intimidated by the dark look on Sebastian’s face. “You know what, that’s totally ok with me. You, uh, go have that conversation, and I’ll get a head start on the assignment.” 

Sebastian watched him scurry away, eyes narrowed, before turning back to you. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

He crossed his arms, not in anger, but in self restraint. His fingers itch to reach for you, touch any part you’d let him, but there’s no way you would, not like you let Weasley. You looked up at him, a pinched expression on your face.

“Have I?” 

Sebastian scowled at you, eyes narrowing.

“Don’t play coy with me.” 

“Is it really ‘avoiding’ if you don’t want to see me anyway?” 

Sebastian’s heart contracted painfully, the air leaving his lungs completely. “I never said I didn’t want to see you.”

Annoyance painted your features, lips flattening into a thin line. “Your attitude seems to indicate otherwise.” 

He couldn’t help but respond to your irritation with ire of his own. “How would you know anything about my attitude, when you’ve clearly been avoiding me?” 

Sighing, you pinch the bridge of your nose in a familiar gesture, clearly over this conversation. “Sebastian. What- What is it you want? First you’re storming out of the Undercroft, refusing to speak to me, and now you’re upset that I’ve been giving you a wide berth? I’m getting whiplash from the constant back and forth. So what is it?” 

He stays quiet a moment, kicking himself for always acting like this around you. This isn’t what he wanted to say, and he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to dig himself out of the hole he’d created. Taking a deep breath, he lets his mask slip a bit, hoping you’ll listen. 

“I’m sorry. Ominis and I had a pretty bad argument before you came down that night. I…was feeling emotional, and took it out on you. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.” 

You folded your arms protectively over your chest, looking down at the ground. “I can understand that. You probably didn’t want to see me anyway so-” 

There’s a pang in his chest, his voice coming out harsh, desperate for you to understand. “Stop saying that.”

Your eyes shoot up to meet his, and he holds your gaze, pleading with you. “I did want to see you. I do want to see you.” 

There was a deep hurt that settled in your eyes. Your voice a quiet, sorrowful demand. “Then why didn’t you?”

Sebastian has to look away. He can’t bear to see that sad expression on your face, knowing he was the cause. Biting his lip, he takes a few deep breaths, trying to get the words out, trying to explain himself. “I-I can’t tell you…right now. Not because- because I don’t want to. I just, need a little bit more time.” 

Breathing uneven, he waits for you to yell at him, cast him off, tell him to leave and never return. Instead, you sigh quietly. “Ok.” 

Sebastian’s shoulders slumped, wanting to cry in relief. Nodding, he keeps his eyes on the floor, not wanting you to see the excitement behind them. “Thank you.” 

You both stood awkwardly, pondering what else there was to say. After a moment, Sebastian glanced up at you through his lashes, scuffing his foot on the floor. “I guess you should, uh, get to Weasley.” 

Your eyes grow wide, suddenly remembering that you were supposed to be studying with the Gryffindor. “Yeah, I guess I should. Um, see you…later?” 

Sebastian’s heart fluttered in his chest. Later. You said he could see you later. Nodding enthusiastically, he gives you a quiet ‘yeah’, bidding you goodbye as you headed toward the library. Sebastian turned, watching you descend the stairs, heart soaring. 

Later.

——————

Sebastian didn’t want to push his luck too much, so he started with greeting you in passing, or giving you small smiles from across the room. When he felt a little braver, he started accompanying you to your classes, chatting idly about schoolwork or the latest gossip. 

He found it more and more difficult to maintain his stoic mask around you, often letting a chuckle escape at something you said. When he did, he could see you bite your lip, trying to stop yourself from smiling. He wished you would. He desperately wanted you to smile at him, and would subtly try to coax one out whenever he could.

Currently, he strolled down the hall towards Defense Against the Dark Arts, excited to see you. Turning the corner, you headed towards him, coming from your previous class. Just as he was about to call out to you, a red streak zipped past him and smacked you directly in the face. You stumble back a step, rubbing your nose, before looking at the offending envelope. He watched as you bent down, a noise of curiosity escaping your lips, before opening the letter. 

Your fingers had just barely lifted the seal, when the envelope flew up, shaping itself into a pair of lips. 

“My sweetest love, not a day passes that I don’t yearn for you-”

Sebastian watches your eyes get wide, a look of panic settling on your pretty face. A dark blush forms on your cheeks as people stop to watch the howler scream its contents at you. A love letter it would seem. 

“-your eyes are like the moon, big and round and beautiful. Your hair, like spider silk, soft and delicate. Your lips-”

You sank to the floor, hiding your mortification behind your hands as you crouched there. Sebastian stands there, dumbstruck, staring at the vile letter spewing its filth. You were clearly upset, embarrassed at how many bore witness to your humiliation. A primal need to protect swelled in his chest, Sebastian dashing to your side and snatching the howler out of the air, crumpling it in his hand before setting it on fire. 

Noticing the screaming had stopped, you peek out from behind your fingers to see Sebastian scowling in rage. “Who, the fuck, sent you this?” 

Sighing, you cover your face again, remaining crouched on the floor. “...Leander…”

Sebastian scoffed above you in disgust. “Prewett? Why?” 

Your voice stays quiet as you shake your head at him. “...I can’t tell you.”

Sebastian clicks his tongue in annoyance. “You’d better tell me, or else I’m hunting him down and kicking his ass now.” 

He made to walk away, ready to beat the daylight out of that cocky prick, when he felt a tug on his robes. Looking down, you’d caught the edge of his clothing in one hand, the other still covering your face from your crouch position. “Get back here, you brute. I’ll tell you, but you can’t laugh.” 

Sebastian obeyed immediately, crossing his arms as he awaited your explanation. Sighing once more, you stand up, removing your hand from your face. You didn’t look at him, instead looking off into the distance, a splash of color sitting high on your cheeks. “I- He- Tsk. I complimented him in our sixth year because he was upset, and…now he thinks we’re courting.” 

“...What.”

You scowled at him, embarrassed that you had to repeat yourself. “A girl he fancied rejected him, and-and he thought that it was because he was too ugly, so I felt bad. I told him he was very handsome and that someone would be lucky to have him one day, and…he thought I was talking about me. So he thinks I’m in love with him.”

Sebastian blinked at you, face carefully neutral. “Are you?”

Throwing your hands up in exasperation, you begin to pace in front of him. “No! I’ve told him so many times that I wasn’t talking about myself, but he just won’t hear it! He thinks I’m too shy, embarrassed by how much I like him. It’s insane! I don’t know how to make it stop.”

Sebastian growled, fists balling as he made to walk away again. “I’ll make it stop.”

“No, you won’t.” You yanked him back again, grabbing the loose fabric between his shoulder blades this time. It sent a shiver down his spine, images of your nails scraping down his bare back flying to the forefront of his mind. He has to take a few steadying breaths before he can turn and face you, praying you won't see the desire clouding his irises. 

“Listen, he’s annoying, but harmless. There’s no need to be getting into any fights, he’ll get it eventually.” 

Sebastian gave you a flat look, voice coming out monotone. “It’s been an entire calendar year, and he still hasn’t gotten it. Let me fix that.” 

Rolling your eyes, you grab the edge of his sleeve, tugging him along to class. “Alright you wild animal, that’s enough out of you, we’re going to be late.” 

Sebastian huffed in irritated defeat. “Fine, but I’m burning every letter I see.”

“And the bouquets.”

“He sends you flowers?!”

“At least once a week.” 

Sebastian grumbles, letting himself be dragged by you, wishing that you’d grabbed his hand instead.

—-------

That was a few weeks ago, and true to his word, he set every letter and flower arrangement on fire, preferably while Leander watched. Leander had kept his distance thus far, but finally grew a pair while you mediated a tense conversation between Sebastian and Garreth. 

“Hello dearest, how are you on this fine day?” 

Sebastian watched you recoil, scooting a step closer to him. He growled, irritated that he now had to deal with two Gryffindors vying for your attention. “Fucking perfect. Get lost, Prewett. They’re not interested.”

Leander scoffed and ignored him, reaching his slimy hand up to touch your cheek. “Anyway my sweet, would you care to join m-“

“No thank you, Leander. As I’ve said several times before, I’m not on the market.” Sebastian’s world came to a screeching halt. What did you mean by that? Had…Were you and Weasley… 

His eyes shot to Garreth, who flinched under his angry gaze. The boy shook his head, eyes flitting between the three of you. Sebastian’s mind was spinning out of control, and he barely heard the rest of the conversation, or that you asked to see him later. Nodding distractedly, he didn’t say goodbye as you dragged Garreth away by the wrist, growing even more envious that you’d freely touch the redhead, and not him.

—————

Sebastian avoided you like the plague the rest of the day and well into the next. He couldn’t handle watching you flirt with Weasley, so resolved to leave you be until he could get his emotions under control. You weren’t his. You had the right to court whomever you wanted, but Sebastian wanted so desperately for that person to be him. He knew he was late, and he’d caused you so much pain, but still he hoped. 

The next time he saw you, you sat in the stands with your friends as he gazed at you from the Quidditch pitch. You waved at Weasley enthusiastically, and the shy smile he returned set Sebastian’s blood on fire. He’d missed the fact that Garreth was actually sending that shy greeting to Poppy, who sat beside you. Sebastian ground his teeth together, determined to absolutely demolish the Gryffindor team. He couldn’t have you? Fine. He’d at the very least have this victory. 

You turned your attention to him, smiling sweetly, mouthing words of encouragement. That smile sent butterflies fluttering in his stomach. You had to stop doing that. How was he supposed to let Weasley court you when you kept looking at him like that? You could be so cruel sometimes. 

Sebastian nodded at you, turning away to focus on the game. Imelda clocked his attitude change immediately, observing the silent interaction between the four of you. A sly smile painted her face, already plotting ways to fix this ridiculous misunderstanding. 

The horn sounded, and they were off. Sebastian did his job beautifully, repeatedly scoring on the Gryffindor team, anger making him play more aggressively than usual. Imelda kept on the Golden Snitch, making sure to keep the other seeker away, performing elaborate aerial maneuvers as interference. 

Imelda could have snatched the snitch at any moment, but she really wanted to wow the crowd, so she waited, trusting Sebastian to keep going, which he did. Imelda held off until Sebastian threw the final quaffle through the Gryffindor goal, timing her capture of the snitch just right, resulting in a double victory. 

The crowd went wild, everyone rushing down onto the field, you included. Perfect. Imelda landed, easily finding Leander Prewett sulking on the side lines. “Prewett, it seems your love has come to console you.” 

Imelda pointed a thumb at you over her shoulder as you scanned the crowd, searching. Leander perked up immediately, making his way over to you, hearts in his eyes. “That’s just like them.” 

Imelda rolled her eyes in disgust as Leander took off towards you. Looking around, she spots Sebastian, sporting a rather cross expression, having been cornered by a group of giggly first years. Imelda strode up to him, waiting until Leander had approached you to tap Sebastian on the shoulder, gesturing to you. “Ridiculous. Does he have no shame? They’re clearly not interested.”

Sebastian cocks his eyebrow at her, following her gaze until it lands on your form, backing away from Leander with an arm stretched out. Sebastian ground his teeth together, a low growl escaping his lips. “I’m gonna rip his fucking head off.”

Without another word, Sebastian began shoving people out of the way, tearing a path towards you. Imelda smiles, patting herself on the back as she walks away. There, that should fix things. 

—————-

Sebastian stormed towards you, physically moving anyone dumb enough to get in his way. He didn’t know where your stupid little boyfriend was, but he wasn’t about to leave you at the mercy of Prewett. Stopping just over your shoulder, he overheard Leander ask where your ‘guard dog’ had run off to.

“He’s right here.” 

You craned your neck to look at him, and he could feel your eyes dart around his face, lingering. Sebastian didn’t dare take his focus off Leander, preparing to beat the ever loving shit out of him, should he touch you. 

He didn’t expect you to spin around and throw your body against his. Sebastian’s brain short circuited, having no idea how to process the sudden full body contact, and then you were whispering in his ear. Telling him how proud you were, how happy he’d made you, and it was over. He was done. He knew he’d do absolutely anything you wanted, just to hear you say those words again. 

Then, you were withdrawing, retracting your arms from around his neck, and he wouldn’t have it. Sebastian’s arms shot around you, clamping them around your body so you couldn’t leave. He shoved his face into your neck, savoring the feel of your soft skin on his cheeks. “Please don’t stop.” 

Apologies were spilling from your lips, you thought he’d be upset that you’d touched him thoughtlessly. On the contrary, he should be the one apologizing to you. The floodgates were open, he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands to himself anymore, he didn’t think he physically could. 

You asked him why, why had he avoided your touch. Before he could think, the words spilled out of his mouth. “I didn’t want to become greedy.” 

Sebastian squeezed you, burying himself as far as he could go. Pleading with you to hold him a bit longer. “I’m sorry. This is…the first hug I’ve gotten in…a long time. Could you just- could you just stay…here, with me?”

And you did. You put your hand in his sweaty hair, and held him as tight as you could, until he was called away by the team. Sebastian took one more second, giving you one last squeeze, before reluctantly parting from you. His hands lingered, relishing the feel of you a moment longer before he wished you goodnight.

—————

Sebastian had lost all self restraint, starved for your touch at every waking moment. Even when he was already pressed against you, it never felt like enough. You didn’t seem like you minded, actually, he thought you enjoyed it, grabbing his elbow or pushing your thigh against his unprompted. 

His head was in the clouds, opening up to you more and more every day. However, there was something in your eyes, a question that was left unanswered. Sebastian knew he had to tell you, knew it was time, he just wasn’t sure when it’d be the right time. 

The right time came as you studied together in the Undercroft, laughing about an unfortunate incident involving Ominis in your sixth year. You’d gotten quiet, withdrawing from him a bit, and he hated it. So, he told you. He told you of his travels, his escapades…his fears, sure that you’d leave, never to speak to him again. 

Instead, you cried. With him. For him. 

You asked his reason for coming back, and he couldn’t give you anything but the truth, trying to convey everything he felt for you in a few short words. “I missed you. So much.”

More tears began pooling in your eyes again, Sebastian’s hand on your face ready to catch them. “Then…When I saw you…why-”

“I was afraid. I didn’t know what to say. You looked like I’d carved your heart out of your chest and ripped it to shreds. I thought that I’d made a mistake…coming back, so I decided you’d be better off without me.” 

Your hand clutched his wrist, eyes wide as you feared he would disappear. Sebastian didn’t think he could, not with the terrified look you gave him. He’d sooner drown then be the reason for that look on your face again.

Matching tears fell from his eyes, his gaze both sorrowful and loving. “...but I couldn’t stay away. I tried to, but every time you looked at me…I couldn’t get enough, and I hated myself for it. I still do.”

A pathetic sound burst from your throat, Sebastian’s thumb automatically collecting the new tears streaming down your face. “If I was a stronger man, I’d let you go, but…I’m not.”

The dam broke on the last of your composure, and he pulled you into his lap, cradling you against his chest, whispering apologies into your skin. 

It was over for Sebastian. You were it for him. There would never be another so long as you walked this earth, and even for an eternity after. He was yours, whether you wanted him or not. 

—-------

“Sebastian!” 

You struggled in Sebastian’s grip as he carried you away from Garreth, uncaring whatever conversation he’d interrupted. He’d seen Weasley take your hands, nervous smile on the boy's lips, and had quite literally stolen you away.

If you still wanted Weasley in the end, fine, he’d find a way to cope, but he’d be damned if he went down without a fight. 

Marching down to the Undercroft with you slung over his shoulder, he kept a tight grip and ignored your complaining. Eventually you settled, your expression annoyed when he finally put you down. 

“What the hell was that?”

You’d crossed your arms, and Sebastian couldn’t help but find your grumpy demeanor adorable. He mirrored your stance, bypassing an explanation and getting straight to the point.

“Go on a date with me.”

You looked at him like he had two heads. Sebastian’s heart pounded in his chest, awaiting your answer nervously.

“...What.”

Huffing, he tightens his arms, attempting to shield his heart from your rejection. “You’d probably prefer someone like Weasley, but I’m throwing my hat in the ring. Go on a date with me.” 

Sebastian could see the whispers of a blush forming on your face, before you furrowed your brows in annoyance. “And this is how you’re asking?” 

What? He’d never done this before, but he was pretty sure this is how it went. How else was he supposed to ask? “How else am I supposed to ask?” 

You rolled your eyes, looking away from him in annoyance. “Whatever. It’s not like there’s even a ring to throw your hat in. It’s you, idiot.” 

Sebastian froze, arms loosening as he stared at you in shock. “But…you told Prewett you were off the market.” 

“Yeah, for him and everyone else. You made sure of that a long time ago, whether you knew it or not.” 

“So…you and Weasley…”

Groaning, you wipe a hand down your face in frustration. “Oh my- Are just friends. He’s actually confessing to Poppy as we speak, which you so rudely interrupted when you decided to act like a barbarian.”

Sebastian takes a step forward, and then another, and another, until he’s just half a step away, staring at you in wonder. There’s something bubbling in his chest, hands itching to touch you. “So…I can have you? Am-Am I allowed to?”

“Oh for the love of-“ Then you were kissing him. Yanking him down to you, to smash your lips together. Sebastian’s heart beat wildly in his chest, head dizzy from trying to keep up with your confession. You pulled away just a bit, holding his tie taught to keep him from going too far. “Get it together, Sallow. You’re embarrassing me.”

All the air had left Sebastian’s lungs when you’d kissed him, now he sucked in a deep breath, an unfamiliar feeling blossoming inside him. It started out small, a quiet rumble, but then quickly grew into loud giddy laughter. He couldn’t remember the last time he laughed like this, felt like this, but he couldn’t wait anymore. He grabbed your face in both his hands, pulling you close. 

“I fucking love you.”

Sebastian kissed you again, fighting against the joyous grin splitting his face. He couldn’t contain his excitement, peppering quick kisses onto every bit of skin he could reach, dragging you as close as possible, desperately trying to fuse your bodies together. 

Eventually, he couldn’t resist the temptation of your lips any longer, returning to them greedily. “You’re telling me *kiss* I could have *kiss* been kissing you-” He groaned as he kissed you again, his tongue licking your bottom lip insistently. “-this whole time?” 

Sebastian couldn’t stop, already addicted to your taste. A hand fisted in your hair, tilting your head back further as his tongue pushed its way into your mouth. 

“Yeah, you’re mmff-*kiss* -fucking late.”

He gave you one last chaste kiss before pulling away, lips still brushing yours, smiling sweetly. “Guess I’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

—————

You were swiftly approaching the end of your time at Hogwarts, Sebastian finally happy after two long years of misery. 

Well, except for right now. Right now he was wildly put out. He stood down the hall from you, watching Garreth causally place a hand on your shoulder as you snickered together. Sebastian hated it, hated the way you just let the redhead touch you, the way you always let him into your space. 

Weasley kept a respectable distance from you when Sebastian was around, but it seemed like that space shrunk significantly when he wasn’t. Anxiety filled his chest. What if you started to prefer spending time with Weasley? The Gryffindor was energetic, fun to be around, easy to talk to. Your face always lit up around him, the envious pit growing in Sebastian’s stomach when the redhead made you laugh. Logically, he knew Garreth and Poppy were courting, but the jealous, irrational part of his brain couldn’t help but over analyse every interaction between the two of you. 

Sebastian was so afraid you’d realize you could do better, deserved more than he could give you, and that fear drove his growing anger as he watched you. Glancing over at him, your smile dropped immediately, silently asking what was wrong. 

Sebastian turned on his heel, walking away as quickly as possible. He wanted to have a proper conversation about this, and right now, he felt he was too volatile to do so. 

He hoped you wouldn’t follow him, somehow sensing he needed some time to calm down, but of course you did, shoving through the crowded halls as fast as possible to keep up. 

He’d made it all the way to The Bell Tower Courtyard, miraculously devoid of any other students, when you finally caught him. You grabbed his wrist gently, forcing him to stop, but he refused to look at you. “Hey, hey, hey. My love, what’s wrong? Where are you going so quickly?” 

Sebastian took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself before speaking. “It’s nothing. Go back to Weasley.”

You take a step towards him, and he flinches away on instinct, feeling a bit like a wild animal backed into a corner. He can feel you stop abruptly, hesitating, but ultimately dropped his wrist, leaving more space between you than there’d been in months. 

“Sebastian wha- what does Garreth have to do with anything? Why are you upset with him?”

Without thinking, he whirls on you, his rage spilling out of his mouth in an angry torrent. “I’m upset with you.” 

Shock sprang to life on your face, a hand covering your heart protectively. He’d never yelled at you like this, and he could see the gears turning in your head as you tried to comprehend his ire. “I’m sorry, my love, I don’t- I don’t understand what-”

“You keep flirting with him! Every time you’re together all you do is smile, and laugh, and let him put his hands on you. And I’m forced to sit there and watch, pretending like it doesn’t bother me, like I don’t want to tear his head off every time he even glances at you.”

“Sebastian, he’s courting Poppy. You know that. Why-”

“You think that matters?!” His voice cracks, letting you hear all the hurt, all the fear he’d been bottling up inside. “You always look so happy when you’re with him. What if- What if you fall in love with him? Or the next Garreth? You don’t think he’d jump on the chance to be with you? You could show anyone a modicum of interest, and they’d fall at your feet. Look at Leander! You gave him an offhanded compliment two years ago and he still tries to send you flowers.”

Sebastian can’t get enough air in his lungs, his thoughts irrational as he continues to berate you with his insecurities. 

“Sebastian, we’re friends. I- Those are normal things for friends to-”

“Bullshit!” 

He watches you flinch at his volume, sees the tears gathering in your eyes, and he wants to stop. Merlin, he wants to stop yelling at you. You didn’t deserve this from him, not after everything he’d put you through, but the wicked voice in the back of his head kept egging him on, convincing him you’d leave. You’d realize a happy sun filled life with Weasley was better than a miserable broken one with him. 

Your eyebrows furrowed, irritated by his aggressive outburst. “What about you, huh? You think I enjoy watching everyone constantly throw themselves all over you? You think I like knowing you’re the whole school’s wet dream? Because you are! All anyone ever talks about is how badly they want to fuck you.” 

Why would you care? How could other people possibly matter to him when all he could think about was you? Every waking minute of his life he thought of you. No one else could hold a candle to how much he loved you. His lips drew back from his teeth, a harsh bite in his words. “I don’t care if I’m their wet dream! I only care that I’m your wet dream!” 

“Don’t even try to be cute right now!”

“I’m not trying to be cute. I’m telling you how I fucking feel!” 

Annoyance clear in your eyes, you sigh in frustration. “Here’s the difference Sebastian, I trust you. I trust that you’re not going to fuck around with anyone else. You apparently don't share the same sentiment. Garreth is my friend, and I will not throw him away just because you don’t trust me. He’s a good person, and he was there for me when-” 

You slammed your lips shut before you could finish, but Sebastian knew. He knew what you were about to say, and he really couldn’t blame you. That didn’t stop the pit from opening up in his stomach, sure that this would be your final straw and you’d leave. He’d hurt you, and you’d forgiven him, and now he was hurting you again.

“When what? Go on. Say it.” 

The tears returned to your eyes, but Sebastian couldn’t see them past the inner turmoil consuming him. “Stop it.” 

He couldn’t stop the wounded, angry words from spilling out, no matter how much he wanted to. “When I wasn’t. That’s what you were going to say, right? That he was there when I wasn’t? Well, I apologize. Please, finish what the two of you started.”

The tears finally spilled over your lashes, jolting Sebastian out of his blind rage. He watched them roll down your cheeks, realizing the damage he’d done, an apology at the tip of his tongue. You didn’t let him get that far, swiftly turning and walking away, leaving him to play catch up.

This wasn’t what he wanted to happen, how he wanted this conversation to go. Sebastian fucked up. He didn’t mean…He didn’t mean any of it, but you were already gone by the time he’d called your name. 

—————

Sebastian tore through the castle, asking everyone and anyone if they’d seen you, not a clue where you’d taken the floo flame to. Night fell by the time he’d searched the entire building, looking in every nook and cranny he saw. He wasn’t even sure if you were still on school grounds at this point, trying to think of places you’d feel safe enough to go outside of Hogwarts. 

Wracking his brain, he was too distracted to hear someone screaming his name, footsteps pounding towards him. A body collided with his and Sebastian barely managed to steady them both, speaking frantically. “Baby, I’m-“

He looked up, expecting to see you, ready to get on his knees and beg for your forgiveness. Instead he’s met with Poppy’s wide frightened eyes, her chest heaving from exertion. “Um Po-Poppy what-“ 

“Forbidden F-Forest. You-You have to go.” 

Sebastian furrowed his brows, shaking his head, not understanding. “Forbidden F- Poppy, what’s going on?” 

Poppy started to shake, hands gripping Sebastian’s forearms as tears welled up in her eyes. “We-We found the fighting ring in the-in the f-forest, and-“ 

Poppy sobbed, trying to get her message out as quickly as possible, but unable to swallow her terror. “The poachers s-surprised us. They captured-“ 

More sobs wracked her body, her face hanging towards the ground, fat tears forming puddles underneath her. Sebastian could feel the dread sinking in, panicking as he feared the worst. “Who?! Who did they capture?” 

Poppy wailed your name, turning Sebastian’s blood to ice. She told him where the fighting ring was, explaining that they’d missed a few poachers while they were clearing the camp. She said that you’d been upset, going along to let off some steam, and that you must have been distracted. Sebastian’s heart constricted painfully. This was his fault. You were never this sloppy, and now you could be dead because he couldn’t communicate correctly. 

At that moment, Garreth walked down the hall searching for his girlfriend, calling to her, voice filled with worry. “Poppy wha-“

Sebastian practically threw Poppy at Garreth, breaking into a dead sprint, looking for the nearest door that would bring him outside. Poppy yelled for him to wait, that he couldn’t go alone, but he didn’t hear her. He’d be damned if he wasted even one more second. There’d be no waiting as long as you were in danger. 

Bursting from the castle doors, Sebastian summoned his broom, taking flight immediately and heading in the direction Poppy had given. His hands shook as he pushed his broom as fast as it could go, grateful that you’d introduced him to Albie and his broom upgrades. 

Sebastian got there in less than ten minutes, landing with a large thud, scaring three Ashwinders standing outside. He rose to his full height, glaring menacingly, voice dangerous as he bared his teeth.

“Where are they.”

The poachers swallowed nervously, glancing at each other before brandishing their wands. Sebastian snarled in rage, prowling forward purposefully. “Wrong answer.” 

He let loose on the three poachers, killing them quickly. Slicing the head off one, he set another on fire, and tossed the last straight into a tree, breaking his back. Sebastian assumed there’d be more inside, and he didn’t have time to fuck around, not knowing the condition you were in. 

Sebastian charged inside quickly, savagely ripping through anyone he came into contact with, uncaring if he killed them. Putting themselves between him and you was a dangerous position, and he relished their screams as they dropped one by one. 

He kept going, growing more and more frantic the longer it took to find you. Sebastian combed through every room, coming up empty handed each time, desperation clawing at his throat. He slaughtered his way through the poachers, until there was one left standing, the man’s wand shaking in his grip. Sebastian cast Bombarda, blowing the poacher back, collapsing one side of the arena in the process. 

He stalked forward, following the weak coughs of the half dead poacher through the smoke. The Ashwinder looked up, terror in his eyes as he stared down death, attempting to crawl away from his impending doom. “N-No please, I-“ 

Sebastian grabbed the back of his collar, yanking him back to growl in his ear. “Where. Are. They.” 

The poacher shuddered, eyes wide with fear. “Th-They’re in the ar-arena. Th-Through- Through there.” 

The man pointed through the large opening Sebastian had created in the wall. Sebastian growled, dragging the poacher along behind him as he strode forward, the dust settling as he scanned the large room for any other threats. 

Arm shaking with effort, the man pointed towards you. “T-They’re right ov-ver, over th-there. S-So, so let me g-“ 

Sebastian’s heart stopped, you were kneeling in the dirt, arms suspended above you, face bloodied and the skin he could see severely bruised. There was a high pitched ringing in his ears, so loud he couldn’t hear the poachers cries for mercy. He wasn’t in control of his body as he grabbed the man’s jaw, snapping his neck violently, silencing him before he could finish his sentence. He didn’t once take his eyes off you, letting the lifeless body fall as he quickly walked toward you.

Then your neck gave out, head falling weakly to your chest, and Sebastian started sprinting. He slid on his knees, stopping right in front of you to cup your head gently in both hands, pulling your face up to look at him. “No, no, no. Come on, baby. Don’t do this to me. Stay awake. Open those pretty eyes for me.” 

He could see how hard you were trying to do as he asked, but he could also see you rapidly losing that fight. Swearing desperately, he cut your hands free, catching you before you could fall to the floor. Sebastian feels how broken you are, cursing himself for letting this happen. One hand moved the hair out of your face, begging you to stay awake. “Not like this. Don’t you dare leave me like this! Please, sweetheart.” 

You couldn’t leave him. You were supposed to be mad at him. You still had to yell at him for being an ass. How were you supposed to do that if you weren’t here? You couldn’t go. He wouldn’t let you.

Tears fell from his eyes, his sanity slowly vanishing as the seconds passed. You struggled to breathe, the time between breaths becoming longer and longer. Sebastian went out of his mind, frantic to get you back to the castle, but knowing he’d have to hurt you to do it. “Fuck! I’m sorry, baby. I can’t wait anymore. We have to apparate back to the castle. It’s-It’s gonna hurt. I’m so sorry, my love. Please forgive me.” 

Sebastian curled his body around you protectively, knowing it wouldn’t do anything against the pain apparating would bring, but trying nonetheless. His tears hit your skin as he spoke quiet apologies into your temple, praying you’d make it back in time.

Sebastian appeared in the middle of the Hogwarts Hospital Wing, and was swiftly being torn away from you by the nurses there. He let them take you, knowing they could heal you, but fought against them when he realized they wanted to usher him out the door. 

Hysterical tears cascaded down his face as he screamed to stay with you, reaching out for you as they pushed him back. He couldn’t fight against them, grief making his limbs weak, and they eventually shoved him into a separate room where Ominis waited, locking the door behind him. 

Ominis hurried over, grabbing Sebastian’s hands as they tried to force the door open, nearly ripping it off its hinges, magic or no. Sebastian looked at Ominis, knees hitting the floor in a heavy thud as he collapsed. He cried into Ominis’s shoulder repeating how this was his fault, that if you died, he’d have been the one that killed you. 

Ominis held him tightly, denying Sebastian’s self hatred as he quietly cried with him, praying for your survival. 

—————

A few days passed, and you woke up. The nurses had tried in vain to keep Sebastian out, but eventually he would break back in, insisting on being there when you woke up. They gave up, telling him not to overwhelm you immediately upon waking. He pushed the next bed over right up against yours, much to their annoyance, but they let him do it. 

Sebastian broke down when you finally opened your eyes, shoving himself against you, hurling apologies into your ear. You held him through it, soothing him with words of forgiveness and love, kissing him when you'd heard enough. 

He kissed you like his life depended on it, pouring all his love and affection into the press of his lips. Over time, a need to have you crept in around the edges. Sebastian hovered over you, wanting more, his hunger for you growing with every kiss. 

You laughed, reminding him that not only were you out in the open Hospital Wing, but were also still recovering. Sebastian huffed in annoyance, but relented, promising to revisit the subject when you felt better. 

Sebastian didn’t think he was very good with words, always fumbling or saying the wrong thing, so he resolved to show his love physically, needing to please you to make up for his recent behavior. He waited patiently, as patiently as he could at least, until you’d gotten the clear from Nurse Blainey. Afterwards, all bets were off.

—————-

You’d reassured Sebastian that you were fine several times after being released. He’d been hovering around you non-stop, fetching you food and carrying your belongings, treating you with care and delicacy. However, once you’d convinced him of your complete recovery, he swiftly scooped you up, practically running to The Room of Requirement. 

“Sebastian! What in Merlin’s name are you doing?” 

He doesn’t answer, too focused on getting you alone. He’d missed you, missed feeling your skin against his, and he’d been so patient while you recovered. Bursting through the door, Sebastian was grateful that he didn’t see Deek, one less obstacle to get through. 

He strode down the hall, heading straight for the master bedroom that waited, the room already knowing what he wanted. Sebastian kicked the door closed behind him before putting you down, backing you up against it, eyes hooded and panting desperately. “Can’t wait anymore.” 

He couldn’t even let you respond, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, pushing himself as close to you as he could. One hand fisted in your hair, tilting your head back to give him better access, the other kneaded your hip, pushing and pulling like he was trying to force his hand through the fabric.  

Sebastian licked into your mouth hungrily, moaning as he scraped your bottom lip with his teeth. Tearing himself away, his other hand came down to grip the fabric at your hip, tugging on it urgently. “Let me have you. Please, baby.” 

Slamming his mouth back onto yours, he kisses you frantically before he hears a desperate ‘please’ escape from your lips. That’s all he needs to begin tearing at your clothes, demanding words finding spaces between kisses. “Off, off, off.” 

Thank Merlin your top had buttons, allowing him to shed your garments without breaking from you, fingers clumsy in his excitement. Once your top was off, Sebastian brought his hands up, cupping your jaw, pressing a few more forceful kisses into your mouth, before dropping to his knees. He got his hands in your waistband yanking your bottoms and undergarments off together, leaving you completely bare before him. 

Sebastian wasted no time, hoisting a leg over his shoulder, eyes never straying from your sex. “Yes baby.” 

He licked a long stripe up your center, eyes rolling into the back of his head at the taste of you. Sebastian licked and sucked like a man starved, which in his mind, he was. Your hands pulled his hair roughly, suffocating him between your thighs. He moaned against you, burrowing closer, refusing to come up for air until you finished. 

Sebastian looked up at you, watching you writhe on his tongue, and he swore he could climax at the sight alone. There were tears in his eyes, lungs screaming for air, head dizzy, but he loved it. He wrapped his lips around you and sucked hard, pulling a wail from your lips as you came, hips stuttering against his face as you felt him moan with you. 

You finally released him, and he pulled himself away just enough to heave air into his lungs. Sebastian watched your hips twitch as you felt his breath across your sensitive spot. The hand in his hair moved to the collar of his shirt, tugging at it weakly. He got the message and stood abruptly, placing your leg on the floor. You leaned against the door heavily, watching him with hooded eyes as he disrobed. Sebastian preened under your gaze, crowding himself against you once more. “You ok?” 

Nodding your head, you stretch up, kissing him again, trying to coax him back into a frenzy. “Are you ok? I’d usually be thrown on the bed by now. Tired already?” 

Sebastian chuckles darkly against your lips, both hands palming your ass as he rubs his hard cock into your stomach. “Well, excuse me for letting you breathe for a moment. I’ll hop to it.” 

With that, Sebastian lifted you up, wrapping both your legs around his waist, shoving his tongue in your mouth as he walked to the bed. He sat down, lifting you slightly so he could steadily lower you on his cock. Panting into your mouth, small whimpers escaped him until you were fully seated. He wrapped both arms around you, keeping you close. “Sorry sweetheart, I can’t-I can’t wait today.” 

Sebastian started rutting his hips up into you, arms clamped tight, forcing you to take whatever he gave. He wanted as much skin contact as possible, and he knew how much you loved when he ground himself into you like this. You mewled above him as he placed wet kisses on your chest, rolling a nipple in his mouth, squeezing every lustful sound he could from those pretty lips. 

He pistoned his cock inside you, making sure to hit every spot you liked, until he couldn’t take it anymore, lifting you slightly to scoot back on the bed. He laid on his back, bringing you with him as he planted his feet on the mattress. Wrapping one arm up your back to keep you close, he used the other to help you stay on his cock as he fucked you in earnest. 

He drank in every delicious sound, savoring every time you called his name. A primal need clawed at his chest, wanting his name to be the only word you remembered. “Oh baby, you feel so- fuck!- you feel so good.” 

Sebastian whimpered as you came again, hips grinding up into you, prolonging your orgasm. He rolled the two of you over, laying you on your side, mirroring your position from the Hospital Wing. 

Sebastian peppered kisses all over your face, hips still pumping in and out of you. You whined at him, complaining about the sensitivity. “My love, it’s-it’s too much. I can-can’t go anymore.” 

Sebastian trailed frantic kisses down your neck, moving to speak directly in your ear. “I know, sweetheart. You’re doing so good. Give me one more. Please? Just one more.” 

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, and he relished the burn of your nails on his back. He gripped one leg, pulling it over his hip, giving him more room to fuck his cock into you. “Come on, baby. One more. Yes!- That’s it! Oh my-you’re squeezing me so good, sweetheart.” 

Sebastian rutted into you harder, your walls tightening around him so nicely. He could feel your orgasm approaching, you just needed a push. “Please, my love. I wanna cum so bad, but you-oh!- you have to first. Come on. Come on! Yes, yes, yes!” 

Sebastian felt your walls constrict and flutter around him, catapulting him into his own orgasm. He cried your name and bit down hard on your shoulder, causing you to keen in his ear, squeezing him harder. His hips twitched, milking as many spasms from you as possible, whispering praises into your neck. “Yes, baby. So good. You’re so good. I love you so much.” 

Finally his hips stopped, but he didn’t pull out, choosing to just rest there for a moment, purring as he kissed your skin possessively. “My love. Mine. All mine.” 

You could do nothing but lay pliant against him, brain fogged over in post coital bliss, eye fluttering shut in exhaustion.

—————

Sebastian lay there with you for a long time, caressing your bare skin, quietly proclaiming how much he loved you. Eventually you cracked an eye open, pouting about how sore you were. He’d smiled, running his nose along the side of your neck before placing a kiss behind your ear. 

Scooping you up once more, he carried you into the attached bathroom, the claw foot tub already filled with warm water, the steam rolling off the surface invitingly. He stepped in carefully, hissing as the hot water enveloped you both when he sat down. You were laid on his chest, settled between his legs, head tucked into the crook of his neck. He dipped his hands under the surface, letting the water heat them before placing the palms on your back, fingers kneading the skin soothingly. 

Humming in pleasure, he feels you sink into him, one hand resting on his chest as the other circled his waist, holding him lightly. You’re quiet for a moment, deep in thought before whispering to him hesitantly. 

“You know that I love you, right?” 

Sebastian looks down at you, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. “Of course, baby.” 

Lifting your head, your anxious eyes meet his confused ones. “I- But do you feel loved?” 

Sebastian sits up a little more, confusion turning to concern. “Sweetheart, wha-“

“It’s just-…I keep thinking about what you said the other day, and… I just can’t help wondering if you don’t feel loved in this relationship. Because you are. Sebastian, I love you so much-“ Tears pooled in your eyes, and Sebastian’s heart broke a little bit at the sight. 

“Sweetheart, I-…I’m sorry for yelling at you like that. It had nothing to do with you. I was battling a lot of my own insecurities and I blamed you, which wasn’t fair.” Sebastian grabbed the hand on his chest gently, tenderly placing a kiss on your wrist, then one on every finger tip, and the last one on your palm. “I know you love me, ok? You remind me every day, and I’m sorry I made you feel otherwise.” 

Sebastian placed your hand back on his chest, holding it there affectionately as the other traced idle circles on your shoulder blade. He let you process his words for a moment, prompting a response from you with a quiet ‘Ok?’. Nodding, you tucked your face in the crook of his neck, relaxing once more. 

Placing a few loving kisses on your temple, Sebastian sighed in contentment, squeezing your wrist teasingly. “Ready for round two?” 

He laughed at your bewildered expression, hugging you tighter against him.

“Round two?! You mean that was only round one?!” 

Laughing some more, he brought a hand up to caress your cheek, moving a stand of hair out of your eyes. “You didn’t really think I’d be satisfied with just that, did you? Come on now, I’ve been so good. Don’t you think you should let me have my fill?” 

Flopping down on top of him again, you let out a resigned sigh. “You beast.” 

Sebastian cradled you in both arms, a happy smile painting his lips, letting you relax a bit longer. “Not my fault. You did this to me, now you have to live with the consequences.” 

“Me?!” 

“I’m ruined. No one else will do.” 

[sincerely-sofie]

Re: Zorua hero cheating death idea Despite the amnesia, they retain an alarming competence in exploring and survival skills with a new side of extreme disregard for personal well-being.

Dusknoir isn't touching any of this situation with a 10 foot pole once he figures that much out. Grovyle is concerned but glad saving time is still on the agenda, and Partner Vulpix is doing her best to keep up with what's being "taught" to her. She ends up about as skilled, but actually understands concepts like "restraint" and "self-preservation."

Months after time is saved, a Hisuian Zorua washes up alone on the beach, confused and amnesiac. She has plenty of odd muscle memory tics that seem eerily familiar, but a mellow and caring personality. She joins the guild as a recruit under a remarkable Vulpix in a temporary arrangement until she finds a place to settle down.

OH MY WORD. I JUST. I. EVERYONE NEEDS TO READ THIS.

I GOT NO WORDS TO EXPRESS HOW METAL THIS IS ANON. HOLY SMOKES

[pinetrees-in-the-water]

could you write headcanons for father figure tim and brian with child ticci toby? i’m starved for content with them that isn’t a ship or with them all hating each other

ANON THIS IS SO PRECIOUS WAAAA😭😭💕

Im gonna create a bit of a backstory for this AU happening too, im invested in the concept.

(The same events in Toby's backstory happened with his sister dying had his father becoming abusive happen in this AU except, Toby is around 6 when all this happens, I tried making this into a bit of a scenario followed by headcanons so I hope you dont mind.)

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◇Tim and Brian with Adoptive Child Toby◇

• If they didn't hate The Operator before they certainly did now. Recruiting a child was absolute bullshit.

• He appeared near their hideout in the woods, passed out with the mark of The Operator on his arm.

• At first Brian suggested trying to find Toby's parents, only to find the house going up in flames.

• "Brian we've got to keep him...who's gonna take him?

• He looked over to the boy now sleeping in Tim's arms. It had been hell to calm him down once he woke up, he was crying and thrashing so bad his tics were starting to hurt him.

• Brian knew their way of life was way too dangerous for a child, but with Toby's evident disabilities, trauma and him being marked now...foster care wasn't looking like an option either. The system would eat him alive.

• "Okay...okay yeah we're keeping him."

• They both divided their time taking care of him so they could not fall behind on The Operator's tasks, Tim took the mornings and afternoons while Brian took evening and nights.

• Toby himself never spoke unless it was his tics always choosing to gesture with his hands instead, but eventually he had slowly opened up to them, eating with them hugging them both goodnight. He even started climbing on Tim's Back and staying there while the man did tasks. It was rather cute, Brian had to admit.

• He''d gained back some energy since the incident, thankfully. He often listened to Tim's CDs and Brian's ramblings about Film-making intently. At some point they even started having movie nights together.

• On some level, they had become a little family.

• Until one day where Tim was late to come home. Brian paced the living room, it was 8am he was supposed to be back by now, hed left voicemail after voicemail and no response.

• Maybe the cops caught him, maybe The Operator grew tired of him, all manner of thoughts started swimming in his mind and he went over to Toby's room.

• The walls were lined with shelves of children's books which all stolen from here and there, Toby looked to be asleep in bed.

•Both Brian and Tim wanted to give Toby some semblance of a normal childhood. Games and Books were like escapism, except much better than the drugs and alcohol they both dabbled with in their past.

• Brian leaned down so that he was eye level with the mound under the blanket. "Hey buddy, Tim's not back yet so im gonna need you to stay in your room and lock the doors while I go look for him okay?"

• No response, Brian removed the blanket.

• Shit.

• He'd never run faster in his life, even qhen hia lunga threatened to give out stopping wasn't an option, thorned branches grazed his flesh as he searched wildly for his boys.

• Until he saw them.

• Tim was leaning against a tree as he held what looked like Toby's jacket to his bleeding head, Toby himself was hugging him tight.

• Brian let out a sigh of relief and ran up to them, leaning down to inspect Tim's injuries.

• "Christ Toby, don't ever do that again-" he cut off when Tim put a hand on his shoulder. He looked down to see a gauze wrapped around Tim's leg and the emergancy kit they usually kept back at the cabin.

• Toby was just as worried if not more, and for good reason too. He looked up at Brian, eyes filled with fear, as if exoecting to be punished but Brian's gaze only softened, he reached out an arm to ruffle Toby's hair.

• Tim beamed at them, then winced trying to get up. Noticing, Brian helped him to his feet. He rested his weight on Brian while his free hand held Toby's.

• "What do you say after you guys get me on the couch we have movie night ey kid?"

• "Y-Yeah, can...can we watch Star wars?"

• Of course, Star wars then became a new family favourite.

Headcanons:

• Brian's the usual cook of the house while Tim just buys food whenever he can. Toby really likes Brian's cooking but likes Tim sneaking him Mcdonalds nuggets a little more.

• Brian usually reads to Toby to help him sleep after a nightmare, sometimes ends up falling asleep near the bed because hes so exhausted.

• Tim and Brian have been confused for being a married couple in public like 7 times by now just because of Toby.

• Brian got Toby a small camera as a gift and he juat kinda..snaps pictures of anything and everything, the camera roll ranges from Tim sleeping to some random cat he saw outside.

• They started homeschooling him since getting the cash for Toby's schooling was proving too difficult, its going great except when Toby asks Brian for help with Math qhile Tim's gone and Brian sucks ASS at Math.

• Tim sometimes carries Toby on his hips because his back gets sore from carrying Toby or other work, Which has led to Brian joking about Tim being a mom (he lowkey is)

• Overall they're both amazing dads despite having to murder and steal for a living now.

[eli-rooks-ni]

TIC Part 2: Recruit -Chapter 2

    Today's a perfect day to start the plan. Ivy thought, glancing at the out-of-service elevators. Looks like the system's down. Ivy checked her arsenal of small blades and continued on the stairs. First Hawke Frost. Then Starrick. Even if I get caught, it's worth it. Ivy settled into a hard resolve. It's them, or countless others they're planning to attack. Can't let that happen. Ivy concealed the blades and walked purposefully to her direct superior's office. She knocked. 

  Zero slipped into the defenseless building. She's proud of how her hacking skills improved throughout the months since her last mission. Unnoticed, Zero stood in the far corner of the bustling office, observing the surroundings with her Eagle Vision. Reds and Greys clustered all over. As expected. Zero halted at a sudden flash of movement at the corner of her eye. A single Blue, standing in front of the Target's office, with an air of determination. Zero suddenly knew what she was planning. Hawke Frost is going to die. 

  Ivy strolled into Frost's office in her usual attitude, exposing nothing. "Paulson, those operation files. Tell me what you think about this plan." Short phrases, quite unusual for the charismatic "Seducer" himself. Ivy took the files, flipping through them. "Another attack, huh?" Peering through the pages, Ivy marked the two guards by the door, finally settling her eyes on her superior. Frost grinned. "You know how our clients are." The playful glint in his eyes made Ivy shiver involuntarily. Frost needs to die, right now. Flipping her knife into her palm, Ivy lunged at the man, ignoring the other's obviously larger size. Frost ducked the first blow and intercepted the second. "My student, do you think you can use my own moves against me?" Frost's cloyingly sweet voice made Ivy bristle, but unable to move as her wrist was firmly held by the man. "You can never sneak up on me, girl." A muffled yelp made the two jolt, looking towards two limp bodies of the guards. "But I can." The intruder said from behind, in a low voice. "Face it." 

  Ivy used the moment of shock to break free of the man's grasp, aiming a blow at his abdomen. Frost jerked back with a hiss, producing a small karambit to counter the intruder's attack. Two throwing knives landed on Frost's shoulder, and the notorious Seducer hissed in pain. Ivy closed in, driving the blade down Frost's chest. "Yes, your student learned from the best." She growled, and pulled the blade back, leaving the company manager lying on the cold marble ground. 

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

wip wednesday is over and yet I present more. one of the many versions of the engagement fic that have rotated through my brain the last few weeks:

She stares at Price as he shifts his broad shoulders against the back of the seat, as if he'll find some magic spot in the supple  leather that will help relieve the stress he is currently trying to hide under the stoic rigidity of a special forces Captain. A stiffness that creaks and groans like a ship on a turbulent sea, bowing under the pressure of a prospect he never thought he'd have to face, but one he can't imagine not committing to as he gazes at the woman across from him – marriage. 

Rory was the singular woman who had managed to keep up with him in life. Smart, dedicated, loyal, trustworthy – and fucking gorgeous to boot. He never dreamed he could be so lucky as to find a woman like her. Frankly, she was better than he deserved. Capable, confident, and Christ, if there was anyone in this world he'd let call him out, it was Rory. He'd be lying if he said it wasn't a bit of a turn on watching her tear into him like he was a jumped up new recruit. 

He fidgets a little more, clearing his throat a few times, tapping his fingers on the brown sheen of cowhide stretched over the arm of the chair before rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. Getting down to business, about to get his hands dirty. Fucking hell. Taking on AQ fighters was less stressful than this. Price reaches for his glass on the table by his chair, calloused fingers wrapping around the cool exterior, nervously working at the pattern etched into it. 

“Got somethin’ to ask ya, darlin’.” He works the words slowly off his tongue, trying not to stutter or stumble, keeping the airs of being relaxed and in control in play. 

But when he's met by those big hazel eyes that could see into a man like he was transparent, he feels his gut clench and a wave of heat rushes up his neck to flush his cheeks. His powder blues fall away from her as he settles back into his seat, taking a sip of his scotch to rekindle his waning courage. The alcohol burns the whole way down ending in a hiss between gritted teeth – anything to keep him grounded.

“Go on then.” 

His eyes dart to her long legs as they cross over one another. She’s wearing those damn pyjama shorts again that barely cover her arse and he can feel a sweat building on his temples, and dampening his hair. “Well, y’see, this has been a long time comin’, Ror –”

He looks up and he can see her bristle slightly, on edge. Price already knows her mind is probably going to the worst case scenario first – it’s how she always worked – it was one of those things about her that made him imagine her as some porcelain doll he was far too brutal to be allowed to manhandle. His moustache twitched as he wrinkled his nose, brows knitting as he hesitated, hating that his own nerves were causing this dread in her. 

“It's nothing to be worried about, love,” he says, trying his best to reassure her. “I promise. Just this is a big step, one that I want to make sure we’re both ready for, yeah?” 

“John?” 

Her brow cocks and she looks at him like he’s about to be interrogated. Those warm hawk eyes borrowing into him, reading every little flinch and nervous tic. She had no reason to be suspicious, though with the way he’d been acting as of late he supposed she had every right to feel that way.

“I was thinkin’, about us, ‘bout everythin’ we’ve been through together. Six years, my girl, that’s a bloody long time. You've been good to me, better than I likely deserve and I don't want to risk losin’ ya. Don't know where I'd be without ya. So –” He pauses, placing the drink down on the table once more. “What d’you say to becoming Mrs. Price?”

Rory’s brows furrow and then lift, staring at him like this was all a farce. “You’re taking the piss.”

“Not about something like this, my girl.”

[cyberrat]

88th Batch Of Fics: 7th Fill

Hanzo/Cassidy – Part ⅓ – ghost!Cassidy; older!Hanzo; younger!Cole; voyeurism; unwilling exhibitionism; rape turning consensual; ghost gaping – Hanzo got himself a cursed weapon and now has to deal with the ghost attached to it.

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Hanzo has to force himself to stand still in front of the retina scan so it would be able to properly do its work even as he feels like he is going to crawl out of his skin.

His newest trophy feels heavy at his hip. Like it is burning a hole into the simple linen sack that he’s used to transport it in. There is no harm in it; the weapon is old and there is no ammunition inside it anyway.

But since buying it, he has not been able to shake the feeling of being followed.

It has been creeping up on him during the train ride, leaving him to sit in the corner of the very last car because he just kept having a feeling as if someone were looking across his shoulder.

That feeling had not abated even with his relocation, but at least it had kept him from turning around again and again like a paranoid fool. He knew of his own shortcomings but he had thought he had shaken off these… ah… tics, when he had joined this organization.

The door opens with a soft hiss in front of him and he hurriedly steps inside the base. There is not too much going on; as far as he is aware, no new recruits had been pulled into their ranks. Still, there are a few agents crossing him in the hallways and greeting him amicably enough.

Winston pauses as he shuffles into a side hallway, his smile looking a little forced. “Welcome back, Agent Shimada. You look… harried for someone that just had a few days off.”

Did he? Did he look harried?

Hanzo shakes his head impatiently, though he tries for a somewhat civil tone. “I am completely fine. The train ride was… long.”

Just as he says it, he feels it: fingers brushing the sensitive spot just above his elbow.

Hanzo sucks in a sharp breath and whirls around. There is nobody there behind him.

“...Agent?” he hears Winston’s concerned voice; and right behind it, a low chuckle that is definitely not coming from the gorilla and feels like it has been whispered right into his left ear.

The twins crackle ominously beneath Hanzo’s skin. They slowly writhe inside his body, making him briefly feel nauseous. Like a fist has taken hold of his stomach and is slowly twisting it upside down.

“Excuse me,” Hanzo chokes out, only barely remembering to say anything at all before he dashes down the hallway, white knuckling the strap of his little backpack. The gun keeps thumping against his thigh, heavy and uncomfortably warm. Why is it so warm?!

The twins keep moving and he is so aware of the presence following close by that there is no use denying it at all now.

He thrusts himself into a hallway that is not being used for now. He’s still so far away from his own rooms but he is loathe going there anyway when there is… something following him. It has taken him so long to feel safe and private in them, that-

“Are you afraid of me?”

Hanzo slaps a hand across his mouth to muffle his little sound of surprise right into his palm. The twins are roiling under his skin but they are too well-trained at this point to burst out without his permission. And there is no target that he could thrust them upon anyway.

He turns his head just a little to peer behind him but once again there is nobody there.

Except he can feel warm breath fanning against the nape of his neck and a set of hands grasping his hips, pulling them back until his ass is nestled against a very sturdy something. A very sturdy someone.

“Don’t be. I won’t hurt you… much. I think. Depends on what ya wanna do.” The voice is deep and drawling with some kind of southern accent. Hanzo throws his wild gaze around the hallway. There is still nobody here but that’s just a matter of for how long. There is a camera not too far off nestled up against the corner of one of the security glass doors leading into the science wing.

He can see his own distorted reflection in the lens – as well as something shimmering just behind him. A humanoid; taller than him, he would say, though the reflection is too small to properly make anything out.

It looks like… energy. Electricity. A storm. He can’t quite wrap his head around what it is exactly that he is seeing; especially since when he turns his head, there still is nothing there despite the very real feeling of hands on his hips and a sturdy body at his back.

The twins are roiling underneath his skin. Suddenly he becomes aware of just how much he is salivating. He has to swallow lest he start drooling like a beast, his palms prickling and the sensation just teetering on the edge of painful.

“Am I… going insane?” he finally says out loud to nobody there. It’s an empty hallway – and yet there is that reflection in the camera-

“Maybe,” the voice replies, tinged in amusement. The hands wander. Hanzo can no longer stare at the tiny reflection as he feels his clothes shifting with the movement, chin hitting his collar bones, staring down at himself and watching as his woolen coat is getting rucked up until the cut of his hipbones is just about visible.

The weight of the gun is becoming immeasurable at his hip. It is pulling him down and his knees are so very weak-

“There ya go, sweetheart. Damn, but you’re gorgeous. Got real fuckin’ tired of watchin’ that old fogey in the pawn shop day in and day out. Had a feelin’ that it was my turn for a lucky break for once when I saw your tight ass paradin’ in there. Smug little bastard.”

Hanzo’s head aches the longer he listens to the voice. He has a feeling that it should… echo somehow. That it should have an otherworldly tranquility to it that would make it easier to compute; but there is nothing of the fantastical about it. It is just a voice; sounding like any regular man was standing behind him, whispering into his ears as he is brought to his knees by a force that he can barely struggle against.

His palms hit the slick floor of the Overwatch base and Hanzo scrabbles to reach inside himself, searching for the power of his dragons and finding them… uncharacteristically docile. For all their roiling and posturing mere moments ago, they are now wrapped up tightly in each other and do not rouse to Hanzo’s mad attempts at dipping into their might.

His face twists, a silent snarl stretching his lips. He feels blunt fingers slipping into the back of his soft, baggy pants and feels like yet another force, unrelated to the one behind him, is grabbing him by the throat and impeding his ability to breathe.

Short nails scrabble against the slick floor as he attempts to move away and bring distance between the two of them despite the inhuman weight of the dead gun at his hip.

“Unhand me-” he presses out through clenched teeth and all that answers him is an amused chuckle.

“Come on, now. It’s been decades. Let a fella have fun, sweetheart.”

[captaincoldzero]

Civil War (Part 2) | Steve Rogers x Hawks Male Reader

Fandom: Marvel

A/N: I know it took me a long time to bring the continuation, but all these months I was in a huge block. Anyway this is the continuation of the last story I posted.

A/N.2: Sorry for any mistake, but English is not my first language.

Steve Rogers meets Reader: here

Civil War (Part 1): here

‒ I don't know if you guys made this official yet, but did you get out of the front seat to sit next to your boyfriend? ‒ Sam complained about the backseat he shared with Bucky.

Any move one of them made hit the other, starting a small fight between the two. Steve just looked smiling at Y/N.

‒ No offense, but I'm more important than you, Wilson. ‒ Y/N responds looking in the car's rear view mirror.

‒ You can fly, why did you come in here? ‒ Sam asked, hitting Bucky with his arm who had done the same thing.

Y/N hugged his backpack with his feathers, but didn't respond to Sam who was distracted by another fight with Bucky. Steve drove to the airport he had scheduled to meet Clint.

He parked next to the van Clint was driving.

‒ Cap. ‒ Clint spoke when he saw Steve get out of the car.

The two shook hands. Y/N got out of the car, opening space for Sam and Bucky to get out later. While Wanda gets out of the van's passenger seat.

‒ You know I wouldn't have called If I had any other choice.

‒ Hey man, you're doing me a favor. Besides, I owe a debt. ‒ He spoke looking at Wanda.

‒  Thanks for having my back. ‒ Steve said.

‒  It was time to get off my ass. ‒ Wanda crossed her arms decisively.

‒ Who is he? ‒ Clint asks when he saw Y/N approaching.

‒ This is Y/N, he will help us too.

‒ Are you a famous avengers archer? ‒ Y/N asked as he shook Clint's hand.

‒ Famous is one way of saying it. ‒ Clint said smiling.

‒  How about our other recruit? ‒ Steve asked.

‒ He's rarin' to go. Had to put a little coffee in him, but… ‒ Clint opened the van door, startling the man who appeared to be sleeping. ‒ He should be good.

Steve and Sam looked at each other, curious about the new recruit.

‒ What timezone is this? ‒ Scott said as he got out of the van.

‒ Come on. Come on. ‒ Clint gave Scott a light push.

Scott greets Steve, with an emotional look on his face.

‒ Captain America. ― Scott spoke, extending his hand to shake Steve's hand.

‒ Mr. Lang.

‒ It's an honor. I'm shaking your hand too long. ‒ He spoke when he realized he still hadn't let go of Steve's hand. ‒ Wow! This is awesome! Captain America. ‒ Scott spoke, looking at Wanda behind him. ‒ I know you, too. You're great! ‒ He turns back and feels Steve's shoulders.

‒ You shouldn't touch him too much, should you, Y/N? ‒ Sam teases Y/N who just rolls his eyes.

‒ What? Why? ‒ Scott asks, looking at Y/N. ‒ I've never seen you on television.

‒ I prefer this way. ‒ Y/N responds smiling.

‒ Jeez. Ah, look. ‒ Scott returns to speak with Steve. ‒ I know you know a lot of super people, so…  thanks for thanking me. ‒ Steve just nodded. ‒ Hey, man! ‒ Speak to Sam now.

‒ What's up, Tic Tac? ‒ Sam replied.

‒ Uh, good to see you. Look, what happened last time when I . . .

‒ It was a great audition, but it'll… It'll never happen again. ‒ Sam spoke, interrupting Scott so he wouldn't say anything about it.

‒ They tell you what we're up against? ‒ Steve asks, causing Scott to look back at him.

‒ Something about some psycho-assassins?

‒ We're outside the law on this one. So, if you come with us, you're a wanted man. ‒ Steve warned.

‒ Yeah, well, what else is new?

‒ We should get moving. ‒ Bucky spoke still near the car door.

‒ We got a chopper lined up. ‒ This time, Clint said.

An alert starts ringing in the building, drawing everyone's attention.

‒ They're evacuating the airport. ‒ Bucky as if translating what the alert was saying into another language.

‒ Stark. ‒ Sam spoke.

‒ Stark? ― Scott asked.

‒ Suit up. ‒ Steve spoke in an orderly tone.

While everyone was getting ready, Steve approached Y/N who was sitting in the passenger seat.

― I think you better stay out of this.

― What? Why? ― Y/N asked, confused.

― This whole mess is between the Avengers.

― And even so you brought that common guy in a van? ― 

Y/N spoke, showing his irritation.

― Scott got into trouble with the Avengers base. ― Steve raised his voice.

―  Look, if you're worried about me, that's fine, I feel really happy about that. But you're not going to tell me what I should or shouldn't do. Ok? ― Y/N got up from the bench, standing in front of Steve, even though he was still a few inches shorter.

― It could stay away. Observing from afar and only intervening when necessary? ― Steve asked as a last resort.

Y/N looked at Steve, deciding whether to accept the deal or not.

― Ok, whatever. ― Y/N replied, crossing his arms, obviously annoyed.

― I hate to interrupt the couple, but we're ready. ― Sam said.

Y/N opened his backpack and feathers flew out. He put on the aviator jacket that had the cutout on the back for them and each one joined at his back, forming his big pair of wings.

― Wow. ― Scott gasped. ― Wait, are you the news guy?

Ignoring Scott's question and one last look at Steve, Y/N flapped his wings and walked away.

― Sounds like you have competition. ― Clint said to Sam.

Y/N stood at a distance watching the entire battle unfold. How a spider boy appeared stealing Steve's shield and how the two sides appeared one after the other for a confrontation that damaged the entire area.

At times, Y/N almost moved or sent some feathers when it looked like Steve's team was losing, but they always managed to keep fighting. Y/N could see the separation of thoughts in a battle, with Scott and Spider Boy just wanting to show off for Steve and Stark.

To his surprise, Scott grew gigantic and grabbed the other Iron Man by the leg. He was able to stop the advance of Stark's team alone. Until the other Iron Man that had been thrown came back with Spider Boy attached to his back by a web line. Scott was having difficulty and unable to take the anxiety anymore, Y/N left the point he was and went to Scott's direction.

As he approached, Spider-Boy was hanging from Scott's body while the other Iron Man distracted him. Y/N threw a feather that cut Spider Boy's web and got close enough to kick him away using both legs.

― Do they still have one more? ― Y/N heard the other Iron Man speak.

― I deal with him, help the Captain. ― Scott spoke to Y/N who just nodded and went in the direction Steve and Bucky were running.

― I told you to stay away. ― Steve spoke as he ran.

― I do what I… ― Y/N stopped talking when she felt her entire body vibrate and her ears pop.

The other Iron Man fired a Y/N type blast of sound that forced him to cover his ears tightly. Steve threatened to come back to help Y/N.

― No! ― Y/N yelled. ― Go ahead!

Steve continued running alongside Bucky and Y/N used some of the feathers that were already loose, making them hit the other Iron Man's arm. Throwing a few more, Y/N pushed him away, not before he used a propulsion ray on Y/N that threw him to the ground.

Throwing a few more, Y/N pushed him away, not before he used a propulsion ray on Y/N that threw him to the ground. Throwing a few more, Y/N pushed him away, not before he used a propulsion ray on Y/N that threw him to the ground. 

Wanda managed to hold onto the tower before falling. But the other Iron Man shot the same sonic blast at Wanda causing her to drop the turret.

Y/N sped up to approach where they were. Sensing something approaching in the air around him, guessing it was the other Iron Man, Y/N released a few of his feathers, just enough to propel Steve and Bucky into the shed before the turret hit the ground. And as he did so, he felt his foot being trapped by the Spider Boy's web and when he was about to let go, he noticed small missiles being launched in his direction, forcing him to protect himself with his wings and being thrown to the ground.

Spider Boy threw more web, pinning Y/N to the ground while he had his wings protecting his body. With more work than he thought he would have, he managed to free himself from the webs. Steve's jet had already left the airport, the two iron men along with Spider Boy were taking Scott down and Vision was beside Wanda, as if he was comforting her.

And when he thought that was over, he noticed Stark and the other Iron Man flying towards Steve's ship. Y/N hurried to fly to try to stop them, Sam was way ahead of him when a laser shot passed close to Y/N was going towards Sam who noticed and managed to dodge it, but hitting the other Iron Man who started to plummet.

Y/N went towards him, trying to send some feathers to try to soften the fall when he was hit by small missiles launched by Stark. The pain was enough to destabilize. Unfortunately, when Stark approached his friend, he had already hit the ground hard.

After managing to regain his balance, he landed next to Stark next to Sam.

― I’m sorry. ― Sam spoke really sadly.

― I could have caught him if you hadn't… ― Y/N was cut off with Stark shooting a propulsion beam towards the two, leaving them unconscious.

When Y/N woke up, he was in some sort of cell. Leather straps were attached to its body, which impeded the movement of its wings, and it wore a technological metal collar, which it assumed was the reason it couldn't control its feathers telepathically. Through the glass of her cell, she could see Wanda in another cell, her arms tied, sitting on the floor.

He felt impotent, he couldn't do anything there and like that. So he just sat on the bed, hugged his legs and accepted his future, hoping that Steve would finish what they started.

A few days passed before he heard someone approaching his cell. He knew it wasn't the guards because it wasn't mealtime.

Y/N looked through the glass of the cell, the man approached and when finally the light entered his face, he could see Steve smiling at Y/N.

― You took too long. ― Y/N said but knowing he was smiling too, happy to see Steve well.

― I had some mishaps along the way. ― Steve spoke ― I hope you have already packed your bags.

― For sure. I already made my review with one star for the terrible room service.

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Fire Emblem Thracia 776 fans please let me direct you to lapogne36's FE5 minimum recruitment LTC run. Its probably my favorite video series right now! This game is the one in the series most notorious for difficulty and pulling mean tricks on the player. It is truly impressive to see them beat the game very quickly without recruiting anyone optional. Optional characters can be extremely powerful in this game, like the mage Asbel who arrives early game just when you need a mage most, and is unstoppable in combat for the whole game.

Optional recruitment also misses out on many staff units, who are extremely powerful and versatile in this game. Early on, most players will recruit Safy, who has a high staff rank and will easily be able to use high rank staves as soon as you get them. She also has exclusive access to the repair staff, the only way to fully repair this game's extremely powerful weapons and staves, effectively doubling their uses. This is a huge deal to lose out on, this playthrough limps through, trying to raise Nanna's staff rank since they have no other options.

As a result of the high power of staff units, FE5 LTC runs are usually renowned for warp staff spam. The warp/rescue staves have infinite range in this game, allowing units to teleport anywhere on the map and trivialize most objectives. While this is impressive, it doesn't LOOK like what your average "casual" playthrough would look like. They would more likely use a variety of units, move through the map using their units' normal movement, and only occasionally use the warp/rescue staves to bail them out of a tight spot, reach out of the way optional objectives, or try some fun cheese strategy. As a result the army's lack of access to staff abusers, this minimum recruitment run plays similarly to the average player's run. It makes it all the more interesting to watch someone beat the game, playing like you did only much much better.

The amount of planning that goes into these runs is always mind boggling. You really need to manage your economy in FE5 and seeing it done with reduced resources is magical. It feels like every weapon use, every gold piece is accounted for with no waste. This is accompanied by FE5's fatigue system, which discourages unit overuse, and the game's quirks regarding who gets deployed where, which both often require you to plan for several maps in advance.

All of this planning, and explanations of the moves lapogne36 makes are written out in the description of the video. Not only are they extremely well written, they lend the video a comforting air of "old internet". Sure audio commentary is nice, but reading the descriptions feels like reading someone's forum thread in a back in 2008. It feels nostalgic, which is fitting for an old game.

While FE5 is the game that most effectively uses its mechanics to enhance its storytelling (it really makes you FEEL like Leif), it is always interesting to see someone completely ignore the story elements and focus on the mechanical aspects of the game completely. The game is treated like a puzzle to be solved like tic tac toe, rather than a narrative experience, which is fascinating. This will lead to some pretty horrendous outcomes for some characters. Eyvel will kill her daughter and get turned to stone forever. Sure, we could save them, but we're not allowed and it would waste turns. Sorry Eyvel!

Please give it a watch if any of this sounds interesting, this series has a criminally low view count.

(play Thracia 776)

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