#The Man From San Sebastian

[fahye]

book recs: feb 2024

(disclaimer: I have spent nearly three months languishing and sullen with post-COVID symptoms and have read, over dec-feb, eighty-one books. this is a ruthlessly streamlined list of recs that does not include, uh, all the rereading of sarah maclean and charlie adhara and georgette heyer books.)

AT FIRST SPITE by olivia dade - what if I moved in next to the man who ruined my engagement to his younger brother, and tried to ruin his life by playing monsterfucking audiobooks really loudly?? a heartfelt and lovely romance that also expertly sets up a great small-town setting for an ongoing series.

THE REFORMATORY by tananarive due - historical horror based on the existence of a real school for boys, clear-eyed and brutal in showing the the effect of racist systems in the 1950s american south. compelling as hell. even if you're not usually into horror, I'd recommend this: the ghost aspect is light-handed and really not as important as the horror of what humans do to other humans.

SOMETHING WILD & WONDERFUL by anita kelly - this is a m/m romance about walking the pacific crest trail which made me see the appeal of very long walks. a miracle! it's gentle and emotional and well put together; the characters really grabbed me.

THE BELL IN THE FOG by lev a.c. rosen - the followup to 'lavender house', and somehow even better?? a historical mystery series featuring a queer private eye in 1950s san francisco who looks into crimes against other queer people. amazing queer history! ACAB! I hope there are fifty more books in this series.

FEAST WHILE YOU CAN* by mikaella clements & onjuli datta - beautiful, greedy, terrifying small-town horror that is also a fucking fantastic, gorgeously written sapphic love story. this one IS for the horror fans. it gave me the absolute creeps but I couldn't put it down.

LADY EVE'S LAST CON* by rebecca fraimow - I described this on bsky as 'if you like Leverage, space opera, old screwball comedies, and dashing sapphics who are at all times spiritually wearing a leather jacket: this one is for you' and I stand by that. huge amounts of fun.

LONG LIVE EVIL* by sarah rees brennan - I will be screaming from here until forever about SRB's first adult fantasy book. if you like the isekai'd-into-a-villain-character setup and want it to be hilarious, genre-savvy and wildly angry and clever, you will roll around in this like a blood-stained mud puddle and then beg for more.

THE LAST HOUR BETWEEN WORLDS* by melissa caruso - really clever and original fantasy about a woman on maternity leave who gets dragged into saving a cocktail party which is falling through increasingly murderous and bizarre dimensions. LISTEN, JUST GO WITH IT. it's a seriously cool adventure.

YOU SHOULD BE SO LUCKY* by cat sebastian - yes, it's another m/m romance about queer history in the mid 20th century, this one between a baseball player and the journalist assigned to write a story about his slump. made me care about baseball. cat is a genius.

*I read these as ARCs, they're not available yet but consider preordering or keep your eye out for them!

[blairboo]

BAD DECISIONS PART 2

Noah Sebastian x Fem! Reader

Summary: When Noah realizes the decision he had made and that he had lost you, what does he do to try to reverse the situation?

Warnings: Crying, arguments, drinking, fights.

Word Count: 1.5K

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**Noah's POV**

What the hell had I done?

She wasn’t here.

Why did I leave?

❦

It was 10 PM, and I was still sitting in a bar with Jolly. He had called me out after I told him about my fight with Y/N. I had already drunk everything, trying to forget the fact that I had been a terrible husband and, worse, a terrible best friend—the best friend of someone who had trusted me with all her secrets.

“Earth to Noah”—Jolly pulled me back from my thoughts.

“Sorry”—I turned my attention back to him.

“Bro, I know how important she is to you, and right now, I think you should go home and figure out a good way to apologize”—Jolly warned me.

“She’s not going to forgive me”—I sighed.

“You don’t know that; you haven’t talked to her yet”—

“I know her, Jolly, like the back of my hand. We’ve been married for the last two years”—I knew she was upset and that she wouldn’t want to talk to me right then.

“Try, man, bad decisions are made this way. Maybe she’s waiting for you at home, hoping for an apology”—

“You’re right, okay”—I got up from the table.

“Let me know what happens, alright?”—Jolly gave me a light hug, and I just nodded, heading for the exit.

Where had my bad decisions taken me?

❦

I parked my car in the garage, rehearsing in my head what I would say to her, what excuse I would make to try and keep her from leaving, to try not to lose her.

I turned the key in the door. As I opened it, I was met with the darkness and silence that filled our home. My eyes spotted the note I had left when I left in the morning. It was crumpled and near the trash can.

I called out her name, asking where she was. The silence lingered. I made my way to our bedroom, hoping she would be there. But all I saw was her side of the closet nearly empty. Her suitcase was gone.

I felt my heart drop, tightening in my chest. Where had she gone?

My hand quickly went to my pocket, searching for my phone. I opened my contacts, looking for her name, and quickly dialed.

“Hey, it’s Y/N. Leave a message”—

Voicemail.

What the hell had I done?

She was gone.

I scrolled through my contacts and clicked on Jolly’s name.

“What’s up, man?”—he answered quickly.

“She’s gone”—I felt tears burning in my eyes, and my voice got cracked.

**Y/N’s POV**

Two days had passed.

Two days with no contact from Noah, no contact with anyone. I checked into a hotel near the beach. I needed this time to think about where my relationship with Noah was headed. I only left my room for four things: breakfast, lunch, dinner, and to hit the beach.

My phone had been off since I left our house; I still didn’t want to deal with my problems. My mind wasn’t in the right place for that yet.

But it was time to resolve this; I could feel divorce waiting for us.

I turned my phone back on.

There were lots of unread messages and missed calls. Even from his manager, Matt.

Nick had called me 56 times.

Nicholas had called me 78 times.

Jolly, 48 times.

And Noah—147 times.

I opened my chat with Noah, and his last message was sent two hours ago.

“I’m sorry.”

I needed to call him.

I put my phone to my ear and waited for his response.

“Y/N?”—there was desperation in his voice.

“Hi, Noah”—I replied.

“Thank God, I was so worried about you”—his 147 calls confirmed that, I mentally replied.

A few seconds passed before I responded.

“I want a divorce”—

Everything went quiet, no reply came.

“Where are you?”—his voice stumbled.

“Um, a hotel, the one we stayed in when we got locked out of the house”—a light smile crept onto my face, remembering the time we left the house key in Nick’s car, and he had gone to San Francisco.

“I’m coming over”—I could hear him grab his keys.

“Why, Noah? I just want a divorce; I don’t need to talk to you”—

“I’m not letting you file for divorce without talking to me face to face first. I know the hell I put you through. I’ve been a terrible husband these past few months, but you won’t divorce me without talking to me in person.” His voice was solid, sure of his actions.

I felt tears threatening to fall.

“Okay”—was all I could manage to say.

❦

It had been 15 minutes since Noah had called me. I had brushed my teeth and tried to hide the fact that I had spent the last two days crying and thinking about the end of our relationship.

A knock on the door made me feel like I was in high school about to present a project in front of the whole class.

Nervousness.

I walked toward the door, standing in front of it, taking a deep breath and trying to convince myself that everything would be okay.

I opened the door and was met by Noah’s puffy, red eyes.

He was still so beautiful.

“H-hi”—his voice faltered.

“Come in”—he nodded, and I quickly closed the door behind him.

When I turned to Noah again, I was surprised by the warmth of his embrace, something I hadn’t felt in months, he held my so tightly.

“Please don’t ask for the divorce”—there was desperation in his voice.

“Don’t ask me to do that after you treated me like a complete stranger for the past few months”—my voice was weak but firm.

He pulled his face from my neck, looking me straight in the eyes, holding my face in his hands.

“I know, I know, that I’ve been a jerk the past few months and that I didn’t treat you the way I should have—and I’m so fucking sorry for that. But please don’t divorce me.”- His eyes were shining with tears threatening to fall.

“And how am I supposed to be sure you won’t do it again? That you won’t come home and treat me like a complete stranger?”—I pulled his hands away from my face.

“My promises might not mean anything right now, but I swear I will never treat you that way again; I promise I will improve. I won’t spend so much time in the studio. I promise to put effort into our relationship like I did in the beginning”—I searched for any sign of dishonesty or hesitation in his eyes, but all I saw was truth and fear.

The truth is that everyone makes mistakes, everyone takes bad decisions, but we don’t always have to crucify others for their wrong actions.

Of course, you shouldn’t stay in a place where the same mistake keeps happening and the person doesn’t see the issue or insists on the mistake.

But we are human beings; we are capable of making mistakes every day.

“I won’t be able to forgive you again, Noah. Please keep your promises. Each one you break is a part of me wanting to disappear from your life”—I wiped a tear that had fallen on his face.

Noah brought his hands back to my face, looking into my eyes deeply.

“I promise, I promise, every part of me needs you, today, now, always. I promise from the bottom of my heart you’ll never have to go through this pain again”—

“You’re my confidant, Noah, the person I seek when I come home and need comfort. You’ve held all my secrets like no one else; no one knows me like you do. Please don’t throw that away.”- I held his hand.

“I promise”—he whispered.

He hugged me, and I had missed that warmth for months.

He was here.

“Forgive me,” Noah whispered, kissing my forehead, and I simply nodded in agreement.

“Don’t make me doubt your love for me again”—I replied.

He looked at me and brought his lips to mine.

The feeling felt surreal.

Our lips always fit together, as if they were meant to be.

“I love you”—I felt happiness hearing those words again after months of thinking he had stopped loving me.

“I love you too”—I whispered back.

We kissed again.

Our kiss was interrupted by a knock on the door.

Noah walked over and opened it.

Jolly.

“Thank God you two worked it out. Noah without you isn’t worth anything.” There was a tone of joy in his voice.

“Shut up”—Noah replied, smiling lightly and giving Jolly a pat on the shoulder.

I smiled, hoping that this time, everything was going to be alright.

Don’t dwell on your bad decisions; chase after them and resolve them.

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Hello Everyone 🤍

Surpriseee!

I hope you all like this part, i felt bad abandoning this work.

Lmk what do you think 🫶🏻

Blair👾

[cat-in-a-mech-suit]

Transmasculinity Throughout Time: Antonio de Erauso

Alright everyone, fasten your seatbelts. This historical trans man had a wild and complicated life! Be warned that this history deals with violence, war and colonialism as it is set in 1600s Spain and South America. Also, if you are reading this post looking for a hero to look up to, you will not find one. Read a different post.

Historians aren’t sure if Antonio was born in 1585 or 1592, but we do know he was born in Spain, and from an early age, showed an interest in traditionally masculine things, like the art of warfare. He was confined to a convent as a nun, much to his distaste, from the ages of (we think) 4 to 15, after which, in 1600, he escaped and started passing as a man.

He became a fugitive, first going to Vitoria and staying with a distant in law who did not recognize him as a boy. The man he was staying with began abusing him, so he left again, and this time went to Valladolid and became a page for the king’s secretary. He worked there for seven months. One day, his father came in to ask about his missing “daughter” to him while he was working there, and did not recognize him! After that, he left and went to Bilbao. There, he got into a rock fight after a group of boys started harassing him, and he spent a month in jail. So, he went to Estella, and became a page again for a lord for two years. After that time, he went back to his home town of San Sebastian and continued life as a man, regularly interacting with people who he was related to and knew before - they all didn’t recognize him.

Then he set off to travel to the Americas in search of wealth (yikes..). He began as a cabin boy on a ship destined for the new world. He headed to Venezuela and confronted a Dutch pirate ship, emerging victorious. Later he killed his own uncle and stole 500 pesos from him, lying to the crew about it. The journeys continued until a strong wind destroyed the ship and only Erauso and his master survived. They went to Zana together and acquired a home. They also bought slaves (yikes again…).

He got into another fight and this time cut the guys face entirely off. A deal was made for him to marry a specific girl to avoid another prison sentence, but he refused to marry her and simply moved again, to Trujillo. The guy who got his face cut off came to challenge him again, bringing company this time. He won the fight again and killed someone, and went to jail again, and his master paid the bail. He got a letter of recommendation to become a shop manager in Lima. After nine months of working there he got fired for inappropriate relations with a woman (his master’s wife’s sister). He got recruited by a company trying to conquer Chile, became a llama driver and then a soldier.

The secretary of the governor in Chile was his own brother, who did not recognize him. They got into a fight (likely over a girl) and he was banished to Paicabi, where he gained a reputation for being skilled with weapons. There he was promoted to captain. He was not promoted any higher than this because he was too violent, even by the standards of other Spanish colonizers, so in retaliation, he started killing people indiscriminately, burning crops, vandalizing places, and generally being an extremely dangerous individual. He killed the chief auditor of the city of Concepción which led to him being locked up in a church for six months. After he got out, he killed his own brother in a duel (who still didn’t recognize him). That got him eight more months. Then, he fled again, and was briefly taken in by a villager in Tucamán but left again after promising marriage to two girls - ditching both of them. He kept their gifts though, including money and fine clothing.

After that he became a soldier again and killed even more people. He got accused of a crime but this time, he actually was innocent. Shocker. He still got tortured though, but they never found out he was trans. Then he started smuggling wheat and cattle, and also killed another guy. He was sentenced to death, but released at the last minute. He stayed in the church to have sanctuary, after he got into a duel with a jealous husband. He got sentenced to death again in La Paz, but he fled again to Peru.

In 1623 he was arrested in Peru because of a dispute. He was again on trial for execution. In his defense, he confessed to being assigned female and a virgin and was spared for these reasons and sent to Spain. He died in 1650 and a statue of him is on display in Mexico, with his birth name.

[joanquill]

Hey, I wanted to ask for prompt 24 from the Valentine’s Day event for William James Moriarty in romantic relationship with a fem!Reader (if that’s okay of course) and the type of the story being fluff. I hope I’m not too late with the request.

Anyway, have a good day and Happy (belated) Valentines Day 💕

"This reminded me of you,"

William James Moriarty

A/N: Sorry, I could not think of a good plot ^^" Hope you also have a good day/evening as well and late Happy Valentine's Day 🥰

Tag/s: Fluff, Fem!Reader, Established Relationship

"Hmm..." William muttered, tapping his finger on his crossed arms as he continued to analyze your favorite store's window display, contemplating what to get you.

"Uh... Will-kun?" Bonde called out, catching William's attention.

"As sweet it is for you to think so much about what to get (Y/N), don't you think standing there for an hour is too much?" he asked as Fred and Sebastian walked up to them, numerous boxes and shopping bags in their arms.

"Right... I apologize for making you all come with me," he sheepishly smiled, now seeing the numerous gifts he had prepared for you due to his indecisiveness.

"It's no trouble, nii-san. I was elated when you asked for our help," Louis reassured, a newfound confidence stirring in him to find your perfect gift.

"I must say, it is quite rare for you to ask for advice, let alone for romance," Albert smirked, making the tips of William's ear warm up.

A COUPLE HOURS AGO...

"What's with the sudden meeting?" Bonde whispered to the group as they waited for William's arrival.

"Will-kun looked serious, too..."

"There hasn't been much issue in the MI6," Moneypenny muttered, trying to think of the answer.

"Nor are there complaints from the director," Albert added, drinking tea for a change.

"There is also no new information about nobles committing crimes," Fred added, minimizing the possible answers as to why this meeting is being held.

"Perhaps he is leaving instructions before his leave?" Master Jack suggested, "If I recall, he will be leaving somewhere with Lady (Y/N) for Valentine's,"

"Didn't he already do that last week...?" Sebastian reminded, only for the group to grow quiet once again to think.

As the group continued to make their own conclusions, the doors suddenly opened as William walked in.

"Thank you for coming," he muttered, fatigue radiating off of him as he walked up to the front of the group.

"As you all know, next week I will be out of town..." he started, everyone awaiting his plans cautiously.

"...So I was hoping I would have your input on the possible gifts and activities I could prepare for her," he concluded, showing the plans he pinned on the board, listing your likes, dislikes, and other notes.

"Pfft-" Albert quickly covered his mouth, the wine in his glass shaking along as he strained his laughter while the rest of the group stared, dumbfounded.

"So... This meeting..."

"...Is just for your date with (Y/N)?"

William blinked back with an innocent smile.

"Yes? Did I not mention that?"

BACK TO THE PRESENT...

"Apologies. I did not mean to make you all uneasy," William apologized, remembering Sebastian and Bonde's strong reactions.

"Don't worry about that," Sebastian sighed, putting down the tower of boxes he was holding.

"But next time, please don't set up a whole meeting if you're asking for love advice," he added, making William shyly chuckle.

"Duly noted," William reassured, taking another look around at the store.

"Why not pick something that reminds you of her?" Bonde suggested, looking at all the various clothes and knick-knacks on display.

"We did," Sebastian reminded, pointing at the wall of boxes and bags, "And look at how that turned out," he grumbled as he stretched out his arms.

"Not to mention the various leaflets we got for dating spots," Master Jack chuckled, looking through the numerous pamphlets they gathered.

"(N/N) sure is lucky~," Bonde teased, making sure William heard him.

"Of course, nii-san is not the type of man who will get into a relationship half-heartedly," Louis proudly stated, making the heat on William's ears travel down to his face.

"Oh? What makes you say that?" Bonde grinned, making Sebastian smirk, seeing where this was going.

"Well, for instance, he would..."

"Just say the word, and we will leave," Albert reassured, putting a hand on William's shoulder as the group continued to banter.

On the other hand, William continued to face away from his colleagues, trying to focus on finding you a gift and ignore the growing heat on his face from embarrassment.

[destinyc1020]

Yes please, Andrew and Z in a project would be cool. Maybe not go for the obvious like a romcom but a thriller or cat and mouse chase where one is the crimnal (preferably her lol) and the other law enforcement 😄

https://x.com/FilmUpdates/status/1840100042260058332

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Awww!! 🥰 That's so sweet what Andrew says about Zendaya. I would love for them to work with each other again! Their little interaction in "Spider-man: No Way Home" was so cute. 😊❤️ I also loved their Actors on Actors interview together.

It seems like Andrew wants to work with just about everyone in Hollywood! Lol 😆

🥰

I hope this will show fans that these fandom wars are super dumb, and most actors really respect each other and their work, and even *gasp*, want to work with each other one day lol. 😂

[legacygirlingreen]

Part 4, Chapter 7: Repository III (the final) // Sebastian Sallow x Reader

AN: I apologize for this unedited mess. I am also so sorry I’ve been swamped and haven’t uploaded. I have a lot going on right now in my real life and writing has taken a backseat to it. I plan to finish this series soon. Thank you all for holding out with me. This is mostly just filler. Again, sorry.

Pic belongs to @99luka9 on Pinterest! (Not sure if they have a blog here as well but I found in on there)

Warnings: mention of blood, death, violence

Word count: 3,800

Link to Masterlist

The more Sebastian dug into the stone the more blood began to pool in his palms. Sweat dripped down his brow and down the sides of his neck, as well as down his nape, before trailing into his shirt collar. As he went to push yet another piece of piled up rumble to the cave floor, the slick of his palm caused him to lose traction, resulting in him slamming his fingers into the harsh surface as he let out an expletive.

Frustratedly he wiped his hands on the surface of his pants in an attempt to once again gain traction before resuming his efforts to push the stones. The more rubble he cleared, allowing him to gain more information as to what was happening on the other side. More loud taunting, more loud crashing, and thankfully more spell casting. He couldn’t quite make out what she was shouting from wherever this opening would lead, but he could hear the distinct sound of a spell hurling through the air followed by the occasional roar or groan of Ranrok. Everything about this reminded him of how broken she had felt when he rushed into the house with Solomon hot on his heels while he gripped her bleeding body to his chest.

Solomon. That was the strangest part of the ordeal. The more he continued to dig, the more he could hear her sole voice calling back against the goblin. He knew that Solomon had been trapped inside the cavern with her, and a part of him hoped that at the very least the man was alive to help keep her safe, but given the lack of hearing the man’s gruff voice or simultaneous casting there only left a few options for his uncle’s fate: the man was knocked out, the man ran, or he was already dead.

And as callous as it seemed, Sebastian didn’t really care which of three it wound up being.

In fact, Sebastian knew that if he got inside with only the ability to save one of them, he would save her with no hesitation. Solomon may be blood, but that didn’t make him family. Especially after finding out what he had done to Anne, and leaving his love to die at the hands of Rookwood, he had no love left in his heart for Solomon Sallow. That - and years of abuse at the man’s hands didn’t exactly bode well. In some small ways it might be better if Solomon was already dead, he thought. That way he wouldn’t have to kill Solomon himself.

Eventually he pushed aside just the right stone to cause the majority of them to fall away, opening up a small hole which he could see lead into a tunnel. Seeing it as the only way forward he crouched the best he could, pushing through until the tunnel allowed him to once again stand to full height. Inside it appeared similar to San Bakaar’s fourth trial and the location in which he witnessed the memory of the keepers confronting Isadora.

Sebastian felt a chill run up the entire length of his spine before it settled against his nape as he shuddered remembering what he had seen. In some ways he respected San Bakaar more than the others - as the man seemed to understand his policy of using whatever means necessary when your life's on the line. Even during the keeper’s time at Hogwarts the killing curse was forbidden. Knowing all four of them agreed to use it on Isadora in order to protect the wizarding world from her demented actions of corrupting the purity of ancient magic with human pain, made him more inclined to trust their judgment. It also made him glad that he taught the girl how to use it in extreme circumstances.

“Sebastian I am not so sure about this…” she spoke as they rounded that all too familiar staircase of the restricted section. The weight of the books he was returning pressed into his forearms. This was not to do with Anne that he had come back here. In fact he’d given up searching months ago after she finally convinced him they would find a way with ancient magic. But for some reason, after a night where she’d stumbled back even later than his shift with Sirona, covered in blood from poachers, he decided maybe raiding some of the healing spells would benefit her.

“We are just returning what I borrowed. Not taking anything else, I promise” he told her with a sigh.

“What did you take?” She asked cautiously, worried he’d have slipped back into old habits.

“Healing spells they just don’t teach at the school. I wanted to be able to teach them to you. I’m sick of seeing you stumble back broken and bloodied.” He explained, finally coming back to the spot in which he’d removed a few tomes on advanced healing.

“Oh. I thought - nevermind” she said, coming forward to help place the books back on the shelf near him.

“You thought, what? That I was messing with dark magic again?” He asked playfully, not concerned about her response because he genuinely hadn’t. Sebastian had no reason to be embarrassed or start a fuss over something he wasn’t engaging with any longer. And if he was honest with himself… he felt better. His head felt clearer. His back, less weighted.

“Well… why else would one sneak into the restricted section…?” She asked as she peaked open one of the books seeing it did in fact have very complex healing spells before putting it back on the shelf.

“Pornographic material” he said with a shrug.

“What?!” She shrieked and he laughed at her response as he pointed back to a dimly lit alcove all the boys at school had heard about. It was true that several boys always found a way to sneak in and raid it. On occasion he’d grabbed a few on his way out to make the trip more worth it…

“Yeah some of them even moan and make noises and such-“ he started and she smacked his arm as he chuckled.

“Stop being a brute and just put back the healing books you stole. Merlin, why am I courting such a delinquent?” She asked.

“Because you love me?” He teased stretching his hand out, which she graciously took.

“I do. And I’m also glad you stopped looking into dark magic. I know there’s been circumstances your knowledge has come in handy but… overall I prefer not using it as a first resort”

“I agree. I admit, I might’ve started getting a tad loose with some spells I shouldn’t have. I do still think it’s important to have knowledge of dark magic. And there are times I think the ends justify the means…”

“What are you talking about?” She asked, feet stalling as she looked at him.

“Well, if you do face Ranrok, and he has you pinned down without a moment of your life or his, I would prefer to know that you at least knew the killing curse. At that moment I believe it would be a justifiable means to kill him. And I don’t think the ministry would care either given goblins and human rights aren’t the same. But either way, I would like to know you would do anything to keep yourself safe if it came to that. Not as a first choice but a last resort” he explained, somewhat timidly. He knew she didn’t love the use of dark magic, but she never discouraged him trying to gain understanding of it. She saw past the black and white nature of it all, and it was something he deeply loved and admired her for.

“Oh… I hadn’t really thought about it.” She said nervously.

“You don’t have to-“ he tried to explain he wasn’t demanding she learn one of the three unforgivable spells on his account purely, but she cut him off.

“No. You’re right. This is too important. This magic is too dangerous to leave in Ranrok’s hands. I should at least know what to do if it came to that. Not necessarily for my sake but everyone else’s” she explained leaving him stunned.

“I’m really surprised you are so quick to want to learn an unforgivable curse” Sebastian told her honestly.

“Like you said, this mission is important and killing him may be the only way to protect it. Come on down here. I’ll show you the athenaeum. It’s where I went that day you took the fall for me. You can teach me in there how to use it” she said, dragging him along further into the restricted section.

Sebastian had been surprised at her willingness to see the greater good and now he just hoped that she had both paid attention and was alive to make the call if it came down to it.

Finally having a plan seemed to help. The more she continued to use the attack strategy suggested by Sebastian, the more Ranrok began to absorb the pain as the magic separated from the toxicity contaminating it. This strategy seemed to be the solution, however the more desperate Ranrok became, the more she continued to be knocked down with his futile attempts at preventing her from removing his power.

Each fall felt worse on her already aching body. But at the end of the day, she knew that she would need to stop the goblin, even if it was the last thing she did. This was too important to give up now.

The swirls and conflicting magic surrounded them both as he drew smaller. And then with the most deafening scream of pain did the blast of red and black magic surround them as Ranrok once again returned to his original state.

“You are… but a child…” he grunted out in pain as he stared up at her.

“You shouldn’t understand anyone on account of being young” she spat as he quickly moved to his feet once again, only to be shoved down by her usage of the ancient magic around them.

Watching in horror as the last of the pain entered the goblin, he rose from the ground, screaming in agony as the pain she removed became too much. In horror she watched as she slowly began to glow, breaking apart into thin ash like parts before suddenly he was gone.

A gasp left her lips as she fell to her knees, shocked that it was over. It was finally all over.

Loud banging filled the space before the cavern lurked, loud sounds of falling rocks once again filling the space as she looked above. The chamber she was in began to collapse, as she struggled to rise. Energy depleted from the fight with Ranrok, she wasn’t sure she would be able to stand long enough to search for a way out.

And in her heart she found comfort in knowing at least everyone would be safe. The world at large had been saved. The likelihood of her walking away was low. And yet, she simply wanted to be granted the opportunity to say goodbye to him. To the handsome Slytherin boy, who had taught her so much. Who had shown her great care. Who had loved her beyond a shadow of a doubt.

Laying down, she simply closed her eyes, accepting her fate. Perhaps her mind's eye could recall his big brown eyes one more time. Or imagine all his adorning freckles. If she really concentrated she almost felt as if she could hear his voice shouting her name. What she wouldn’t give to feel him hold her one last time.

But then she felt it. A dirty trick of the mind to shift to the afterlife is what she assumed, but when she opened her eyes and saw the cavern collapsing just behind his head she gasped.

“Bash” came the hushed whisper before she was desperately pulled into his arms as he stood.

“Hold on, we are getting out of here. Just hold onto me” he spoke before whistling loudly, the sound of loud flapping filling the space as her eyes drifted closed. Flashes of feathers, falling debris and his worried face filled her mind before it all faded to black.

“Mr. Sallow set her down on the cot so the nurse can look over her injuries!” Professor Weasley shouted as the rag tag team of staff and students bust into the hospital ward.

The girl, having lost consciousness somewhere on the journey out of the repository, was still perched in Sebastian’s arms. The boy damn near growling earlier when someone tried to remove her. Lurching forward he set her down, unaware of the wards existing students.

Their friends and educators all coming around to stare down at the battered girl who had saved them. Well, all of them except one.

“Sebastian…” whispered behind him and when he finally tore his eyes from the girl he saw Anne.

“Annie…” he said in shock, having forgotten until now that poppy spoke about his witch find a cure.

“What happened? Where’s, where’s Solomon?” She asked, looking around.

His mind flashed back to the cavern, seeing his uncle crushed on the floor no longer breathing just as he had fled. She had whispered something akin to Solomon before she had fainted but he already knew the man was gone.

“He didn’t make it Anne” he spoke softly as his sister begun to wail loudly. Ominis coming forward to remove his sister from the already chaotic scene, he turned back to his love who still had yet to wake as the nurse began to try and heal some of her injuries.

“Is she going to be alright?” he asked softly as the nurse turned to him.

“I’d say so. Diagnostic spells show most of the damage is external, not internal.” The nurse spoke mending gashes and wiping away blood. As she did so, he took note of the already pink forming scar along the girl's face, now running through the middle of it. It wasn’t the kind of mark that happened by accident, the way it looked was deliberate. Poppy’s cries in the room of requirement were all he needed to know that it had been the result of Rookwood.

“Merlin…” he whispered as Professor Fig tugged him aside.

“It’s best to let them clean her up first. I need to speak with you” the man spoke and all he could do was nod. Deep down Sebastian knew the man was likely playing the events in December over in his mind, recalling how awful the boy had reacted to seeing her injured. Sitting at the edge of a separate bed he sighed.

Soon he found himself in front of the professors. Sebastian hadn’t noticed that Professor Weasley had escorted out all the other students, leaving only Leander who sustained a slightly sizable gash on his leg. But when the adults stared down at him as they refrained from talking he grew confused.

“Mr. Sallow you need to remove your shirt” Professor Sharp said sternly as he looked up confused.

“What?” Sebastian asked as the man harshly pointed at the wound on his shoulder. “Oh. I forgot about that…” he said gritting his teeth as he tried to unbutton the shirt with his non dominate hand.

“Adrenaline can make the body forget the trauma it’s experienced. It doesn’t look as bad now but still shouldn’t take too many chances with it.” The man said as he finished using spells he knew from his time at the ministry to examine the wound. Knowing the nurse would likely be too busy, helping the young Sallow man fell to him in responsibility.

“Is everyone decent?” Came a voice behind Professor Sharp who simply nodded as Matilda Weasley came forward.

“Mr. Sallow. I am going to need much more information this instance.” She demanded.

“Alright.” He spoke grumpily.

“Do you have any kind of idea the danger you put yourself, and your classmates, in?” She asked.

“Did you? Because from what I have come to realize, is that only Professor Fig and I were aware the danger everyone was in this whole time. I was likely more prepared than most of you to handle this”

“That doesn’t excuse your actions-“

“I will not apologize for wanting to make sure she walked out of there alive. Give me detention for the rest of the year. Expel me. Lock me in Azkaban. I don’t care. She is alive and going to be okay. That is all that matters to me” he spoke with exasperation.

“Matilda, perhaps given none of the students were in danger we should consider thanking Mr. Sallow for his assistance. Has they not arrived I am not sure even we all would have walked away” Professor Sharp spoke up.

“The distraction provided by Mr. Sallow and the other students allowed us to gain the upper hand during the battle.” Hecat pointed out.

“Yes but, they could have been hurt. How would I have explained it to their parents or the headmaster?” She questioned.

“Considering Sallow and I are the only two who got hurt, new fifth year excluded, I’d say it’s not something we need to be concerned with Professor Weasley. Chalk it up to some Slytherin resourcefulness and Gryffindor bravery.” Leander grunted as a house elf finished wrapping his leg.

The woman sighed before looking around. Eyes landing on the floor network as two figures emerged.

“Everett found me but when we made it back to the cavern everyone had left” Andrew Larson spoke walking forward with Officer Singer.

“What in Merlin’s name happened here? What is this I hear of a goblin attack?” She asked looking around at the battle worn professors and few injured students.

“Yes. And it appears several of our students mounted a counter offensive” she said with a frustrated sigh.

“Students?! The minister-“

“Will be delighted to know that Hogwarts has such brave, resourceful, loyal and intelligent students that they would be willing to sacrifice themselves for the greater good. Going so far to go against the measure we took to ensure their safety” Professor Weasley spoke.

“I will need to contact the minister and start a full investigation into the matters-“ Officer Singer began before Matilda once again cut her off.

“Tomorrow. These students, and us for that matter, have been through a great deal. Let them rest. Recover from their injuries before we go bringing up such events again.” She said sternly, nodding to Sebastian that his witch was alert.

No longer caring about the logistics he ran forward, sliding onto his knees as he took to her bed side.

“Sebastian?” She asked gently as he grabbed her hands in his own, kissing the skin along the back of her hand firmly over and over again.

“You are alive. Merlin be praised, you are alive!” He said excitedly as he no longer cared about the hospital ward full of people as he reached his hand out along the back of her neck and brought her into a kiss. It conveyed all the fear, anger, love and pain he was dealing with at all that had happened.

Breaking away to catch her breath the sighed in pain before looking back up at him sadly. “Sebastian… Solomon he…”

“I know” he told her, not really finding it in his heart to care about it at the moment.

“No. He saved me. I was falling. I - I would’ve died had he not saved me. And then he fell to his own death. Sebastian, it was horrible…” she said as tears began to well up in her eyes. He reached forward, hoping to provide comfort as she sobbed. Inside, the boy knew it was rather callous to not feel bad about his last remaining adult relative being gone, but after what he did to Anne, what Solomon did to him and most importantly what he had let Rookwood do to her, he didn’t care.

“We don’t have to discuss it now… you are alive and that’s all that matters” he told her gently as he wipped the tears from her face and she nodded. Reaching towards the table beside her bed, she produced Solomon’s wand and handed it to Sebastian.

“I managed to grab this before everything happened. I thought Anne might want it. But Sebastian-“ she started to speak as the girl in question ran forward.

“Why do you have our uncle’s wand?!” She shrieked.

“We got separated and he was with me when Ranrok-“

“So it’s your fault.” Anne spoke harshly as a gasp fell over them.

“Anne, I’m not sure we have all the information to make claims like that-“ Ominis spoke but the girl interrupted.

“No. She walked out. Solomon didn’t. That’s all I need to know” Anne responded.

“Anne. You have no idea the vile things Solomon did to even you. He-“ Sebastian started only to be interrupted by the witch at his side.

“You are right Anne. Solomon sacrificed himself to save me. And there’s nothing I can do to bring him back or make it okay. I’m sorry.” She said sadly.

“Maybe if you weren’t so careless he’d be alive. It is all your fault.” She spat before standing up.

“Anne! She saved you-” Ominis said standing up and rushing after the girl who was fleeing the hospital ward, leaving Sebastian and her to sit in silence over what had happened.

“Poppy told me what happened. Don't worry. Anne doesn’t know what Solomon did to her. We will talk to her-“ he spoke after a moment and she stopped him.

“No. Let Anne grieve him. She deserves that. I won’t take that away from her” she told him.

“She deserves to know she was dying because Solomon is a coward.”

“Sebastian, I will not be the reason your sister loses the image of her protective and loving uncle.”

“He was anything but that. I won’t have her speak to you that way. You saved her. For heaven's sake, you saved us all '' Sebastian told her sternly.

“And right now she is a girl who is sad over her Uncle’s death. She should be allowed to do that.” She replied.

“Not at the sake of your good name” he told her.

“We will tell her eventually. Right now I really just want to rest.” She said sadly.

“I have talked to Officer Singer. Tomorrow you will all report to discuss the events of today first thing in the morning. Classes have been canceled. For now you are released to go rest.” Professor Weasley spoke before turning on her heels to discuss with the other professors.

“Let’s get you back to the dorm-“ he spoke and she shook her head.

“Room of requirement. I can’t… I don’t want to face anyone right now” she spoke and he nodded, helping her rise to her feet and start down the stairs to their private sanctuary.

To be continued…

[thedivinetarot-2]

Summertime with Ikevamp boys

Genre: Fluff/fun/summer

Characters: Comte's + Vlad's mansion

Warning: None

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It was Comte's idea to have an enjoyable summer because after all all his beloved residents need to take a break from their jobs.

Sebastian and MC would probably ask Isaac and Napoleon to help them get the stuff ready.

Leonardo was the one who bought the tickets and this time everyone is going to get on the train.

Jean and Mozart never liked the idea of being there but they joined after the whole mansion insisted on them to be there.

Arthur was so excited because he could flirt with women there.

Arthur teased MC/you because he heard that Comte gifted her/you a bikini and she blushed because of that.

Dazai was planning to take his beloved chicken there but he back down when sebastian told him not to.

Vincent was so happy about the idea and he took tons of color and books to draw upon them.

Shakespeare was invited too because he was Comte's first child and papa Comte can't go nowhere without his child.

Shakespeare would thank Comte for the invitation and ask if he can help the other suitors.

Vlad knew about the vacation from Shakespeare and decided to make it as a surprise.

Charles was excited for the vacation because he could spend time with the MC and Vincent.

Vincent was so sad that he had to leave his pet animal brush behind and he almost cried for leaving him.

Theo had to relax himself because the stress he put himself under could kill a man.

But can Arthur leave him alone?. No no no.

Faust felt stupid because of how much most of them are excited and he stayed at Vlad's mansion not wanting to be with them.

At the train station and instead of using the door Dazai entered via the window that he got stuck there and asked Arthur for help.

Isaac slammed his forehead after seeing how Dazai loves to embarrass himself.

But anyways, Theo and Arthur managed to pull him from inside the train.

Mozart and Jean would ask MC to set with them in the cabinet since they said it would be better for her than setting with the other stupid suitors.

But they ended up setting with each other including sebastian with them.

Comte and Leonardo was already with MC at the same cabinet.

Napoleon, Isaac, Vincent was together.

Theo, Arthur and Dazai in other cabinet.

While Vlad, Charles and Shakespeare was setting alone because they wanted to keep their presence as surprise for Comte.

Mozart would write music notes while sebastian would engage in teaching Jean how to read more fluently.

Leonardo was sleeping the whole time and when he woke up he teased theshitoutof MC.

Comte never set at the cabinet all the time he would go and indulge himself in conversations with the other suitors.

Vincent enjoyed sketching the suitors while his beloved Theo almost killed Arthur and Dazai because they teased him too much.

And when the train arrived at the destination; Dazai did stick himself again out of the window instead of using the door which resulted for Theo and Arthur to pull him again and he ended up falling from the window's height on Theo and Arthur.

The suitors almost forgot to wake Leonardo up since most of them were busy taking their stuff out.

MC really wanted to wear the bikini Comte gifted her but she was too shy since Arthur teased so much.

When Jean's heard that Comte gifted MC a bikini he almost attacked him calling him a "slut" and "disrespectful" but fortunately Napoleon was there to pull him away before committing a crime.

Isaac enjoyed making sand castle with MC on the beach even though he denied the fact.

Arthur and Dazai almost drowned Isaac in the sea by trying to teach him how to "swim".

Napoleon and Sebastian went to bring some drinks since Vlad's jokes were so dry.

Shakespeare and Vincent was enjoying the sight of the sea; one is writing poems and the other is painting.

Arthur after almost drowning Isaac went to flirt with a couple of women.

Dazai asked Toshiko-San if it is okay to teach her how to swim. But Leonardo ended up taking the charge of that.

Leonardo tried to teach MC how to swim but was interrupted by everyone because all of them tried to teach her at the same time poor MC/you.

Later that afternoon and when the sun started to set Comte prepared a barbecue party and all of the residents enjoyed the night.

Mozart was too bored because he left his dear piano at the mansion and he couldn't have a smaller instrument to play so he suggested someone to sing something.

Charles agreed but ended up being unprepared so Mozart stopped him from singing.

Arthur and Theo ended up singing while Isaac was looking how dumb they looked.

Vincent sing too and his voice was so comforting.

Vincent woke up early that day to draw the sunrise and he saw MC there alone wearing her gifted bikini and swimming by herself.

He had to sketch that too.

Sebastian couldn't rest for a moment since the baby residents can't stop fighting and nagging.

Vlad never stopped teasing Comte about how bad the residents are, and how chaotic they are.

The trip ended up well but Comte will never do it again since all of the residents at some point was annoying.

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Post date: Apr/10th/2024

Day: Wednesday

☆ Side Note:

I really liked the idea of writing this for summer. Anyways this is an old draft I wrote last year but was too busy to post it. I hope you liked it. Stay safe 🙏🏼 ❤.

M

[gwalch-mei]

some of my fav st sebastian statues <3 by Ján Weiss, located in Prešov, Eastern Slovakia

CAN WE TALK ABT THE GOLD DETAILS??? IM GOING CRAZYYYYY LIKE THE HALO BEHIND HIM,,,,,, AMAZING artist unknown, located in Vysehrad, Prague

again. the gold details are BEAUTIFUL BUT HIS EXPRESSION AND POSTURE ARE SOOOO GOOD AS WELL by Pierre Puget, located in Santa Maria Assunta, Genoa, Italy

OK NO THIS WINS FOR BEST POSE HIS LEGS AND THE ANGLE OF HIS HEAD???? need to draw galahad like this by  Giuseppe Giorgetti, located in San Sebastiano fuori le mura, Rome

FREE MY MAN WHYS HE IN A BOX,,,,,,,,,, WHYD THEY JAIL HIM?? ti really love the reclining pose tho! he looks much more peaceful here our last sebastian......... by Just Becquet, located in The Musée du Luxembourg

the cloth is AMAZINGGGGGG AND THE POSE WITH HOW HES ELEVATED AAAAAAAAAAA god i wish i could find more pics of it from dif angles,,,,,,,

[karl-jensen]

AUTOPSY, 1815

London, 1815

Leaders from around the world form an alliance to stop the Blight with Napoleon signing a truce with the sixth coalition. One of these events was the Autopsy on a victim of the Blight that was recently recovered from an unknown location (presumably the French Capital of Paris). The Autopsy was supervised by Napoleon and Russian Ambassador Vasily Nadilevsky and was witnessed by several representatives of the sixth coalition with the Duke of Wellington being one of them; and was performed by Dr. Anton Cevert and Mika Reino Kovalainen (who was the first to witness an infected individual in the Battle of the Berezina.

The Autopsy went well, but the corpse's body began twitching according to several eyewitnesses which resulted in reanimation causing Dr. Cevert to be attacked and being bitten. A Priest was called in to exorcise him and Kovalainen treated his wounds. Napoleon cancelled the autopsy and ordered the corpse to be discarded by cremation; The reanimated corpse was neutralized by Alex Miles (a British Survivor of the Siege of San Sebastian). Dr. Cevert concluded that the cause of the Blight was from Demonic Possession based on Russian accounts and evidence from their reaction to religious imagery.

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I thought of drawing this from a random idea where Napoleon and several other men take part in an Autopsy on a Zombie to figure out what caused the Blight. To coincide with that, I made a pseudo journal entry from a British Soldier who witnessed the surgery (my OC, Alex Miles). Here are some changes and what could have been as well as some Easter Eggs:

- The drawing was meant to take place immediately AFTER the events of Berezina, but I ended up having it take place in London, 1815 hence the presence of Big Ben.

- The background was originally going to be an Operating Theater with several figures watching. The Duke of Wellington included.

- Napoleon was originally going to wear his hat, but I decided to remove it because the Autopsy takes place indoors.

- The Doctor (right) was originally going to wear a French Surgeon's Uniform. I ended up having him wear a white shirt with rolled sleeves and a bloody apron.

- a French Priest was originally going to appear, but I removed him since having four people standing up might be too much for me.

- a Pickled Head can be seen on the shelf and it is a reference to the Pickled Head of Diogo Alves which you can see it today. Do be warned when searching the image because it is an ACTUAL HUMAN HEAD in a jar. Also, it is a man who is in the jar, not a woman.

"There. Now you look like Lord Nelson."

— Arthur Wellesley, 1st Duke of Wellington

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Francis Drake Main Story

This is simply a fan translation and is not intended as a replacement for the game. Expect grammatical errors.

This is just a rough translation.

One year later.

Mitsuki: "Well then, I'm off to go shopping."

Sebastian: "Okay. Take care."

Dazai: "Be careful not to trip."

Mitsuki: "Hehe, I'm not a child, you know? But thank you."

Mitsuki returned the residents' smiles and left the dining hall.

Isaac, who was eating, watched her leave with a thoughtful gaze.

Dazai: "What's wrong, Isaac? You seem concerned about Toshiko-san."

Isaac: "It's nothing. I just hope she's okay."

Isaac: "The other day, I saw her gazing at the boat on the Seine River, so I got a little worried."

Dazai & Sebastian: ".........."

The three of them thought about the person she must have been thinking about, a man who lived in the mansion for a while a year ago.

Sebastian: "It looks like she still can't forget about him."

Dazai: "Yeah. They say time heals sadness, but no one can ever truly replace someone."

Mitsuki: "Alright, I didn't forget to buy anything."

I checked the contents of the shopping bag and nodded to myself.

(I finished shopping pretty quickly, and there's not much work at the mansion today, so maybe...)

(........)

Before I could even think about it, my feet naturally moved toward a certain place.

Over the past year, I found myself visiting the places that held memories of Drake whenever I had the time.

One was the Seine River, and the other was a room with a domed ceiling and bookshelves. I removed the padlock that hung on the entrance of the building and stepped inside.

(Of course, no one's here.)

The only things present in the room were the light coming in through the window and silence.

This place was apparently his hiding place.

And at the back of the room, that door was still there.

(It still won't open, huh?)

I lightly put my hand on it and pulled, but the door remained motionless.

Over the past year, the door has never been opened. Despite that, Comte decided to manage this place to ensure that the door wouldn't be forced open or misused by someone.

I was given a special key to the building and occasionally came to check on it.

(I'm visiting this place out of nostalgia, but deep down, I'm still hoping he will come back.)

(I can't completely get rid of that faint hope.)

Even after a year, I still love him.

No matter how much I distract myself with other things, he always remains in my heart.

(There's no one else I've loved deeply or who has stirred my heart like he did.)

Whenever I recalled the days we spent together and the events that occurred between us, my feelings for him intensified, never fading.

(Even if I don't say it, everyone in the mansion seems to care.)

(I know it'd be better if I forgot about him, but...)

(I still want to hold on to these precious feelings he gave me.)

Even if someday they sink deep into the sea of my heart and become painful memories, for now, I want to embrace this love.

As if to confirm the presence of those feelings, I pressed the center of my chest tightly. Then, as I turned on my heel, a creaking sound came from behind me.

(Huh...?)

Turning around, I saw the untouched door slowly opening before my eyes.

Mitsuki: "Kyaah!?"

Then, with the sound of wings flapping, something flew out from the gap in the open door.

I followed the afterimage and saw a parrot with bright red wings.

Mitsuki: "Draco!?"

The moment I called his name, someone pulled my body backward.

???: "The woman of destiny."

(No way, it can't be.)

Hearing the whisper up close, I anxiously turned around, and my gaze met his clear, aquamarine eyes.

Drake: "Fawn."

Mitsuki: "Drake?"

There was the person I had always longed to meet.

The person I still love dearly.

Mitsuki: "Drake, Drake!"

I called out his name and embraced him with an uncontrollable impulse.

(Why is he here?)

(Ah, but that doesn't matter anymore.)

Overwhelming joy replaced my surprise and doubt.

Drake: "Mitsuki."

He called my name and wrapped his arm around my back.

Drake: "Ah, damn it. Even though I tried to act cool when we said goodbye, I still find myself longing for you."

The hand that was gently touching me gradually increased its strength and held me tightly.

Surrounded by his warmth, the overflowing, unstoppable emotions turned into tears streaming down my cheeks.

Mitsuki: "I missed you, Drake."

Mitsuki: "I thought I'd never see you again. I thought you had gone to some distant world."

Drake: "I also thought I'd never see you again."

Mitsuki: "Still, you came back."

Drake: "Yeah."

Drake: "It looks like I couldn't hide my true feelings."

He muttered with a faint, bitter smile, and I looked up at him, confused. He then narrowed his eyes and gently wiped my wet cheek with his fingertips.

Drake: "Behind the door, Galileo and I made a bet this time."

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Galileo: "Drake, I'll go on alone from here."

As they used the door to travel through eras, Galileo suddenly stopped in front of Drake.

Galileo: "Don't follow me until you can't see me anymore."

Drake: "Ha? What the hell are you talking about?"

Galileo shrugged off Drake's question and glanced at the hallway lined with antiques.

Galileo: "The destination of this hallway responds to our desires."

Galileo: "If your wishes and mine overlap, we will meet again in one of the worlds."

Drake: "........."

Galileo: "However, if meeting that girl, the woman of destiny, has changed your wish, then the destination you will reach will also be different."

Drake: "So you want to bet on whether I'm seeking the same fate as you based on the destination of this hallway?"

Galileo: "Yeah."

Galileo let out a faint sigh. It sounded like he was already anticipating what was to come.

Galileo: "If our paths differ, then there is no need for a companion anymore."

Galileo: "You can do as you please."

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Drake: "So I crossed the hallway alone and arrived here."

Drake: "To where you are."

Mitsuki: "........."

Drake: "I lost the bet. Even though I tried to avoid it to establish boundaries, in the end, I couldn't betray my own desires."

(The door led him to what he wanted.)

His eyes, looking straight at me, conveyed that I was the one.

Drake: "Mitsuki."

He took my hand and put it in the center of his chest.

Drake: "I will never betray the feelings you gave me."

Drake: "Even if we never meet again, I thought that believing in you would be enough."

Drake: "But touching you like this won't work anymore."

He tightly gripped my hand, touching his chest.

Drake: "With this hand, I want to claim you. I want you."

Drake: "I love you, Mitsuki."

Mitsuki: "Drake, me too."

My honest words of love were swallowed by his lips as we exchanged a kiss that I had been waiting for for over a year.

A few days later, in the afternoon, in the mansion's garden:

Napoleon: "It feels good to hang the laundry in a weather like this."

Sebastian: "Thank you for your help. Hanging out and doing chores with you is really a dream come true."

Sebastian savored the moment while spreading the freshly washed sheets.

Napoleon: "You're exaggerating. I don't mind this much."

Napoleon: "Mitsuki had the day off today, right? Did she go out?"

Sebastian: "Yes, she went to see that person. She plans to stay overnight."

Napoleon: "I see."

Napoleon smiled gently, thinking about Mitsuki's recent happy demeanor.

Suddenly, Sebastian muttered a few words beside him.

Sebastian: "The mansion was fun when Drake was here, though I don't think he'll come back anymore."

Napoleon: "…......"

The day Drake reappeared in this world, he visited the mansion with Mitsuki.

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Drake: "No matter what, I can't get along with you guys."

Drake: "However, I won't lay a hand on you anymore."

Drake: "There is still a possibility that your existence will have an impact on the world. So I'll be watching your lives as a vampire, hoping for the possibility of your demise."

With that bold declaration, Drake seemed refreshingly resolute.

---------Flashback Ends--------

Napoleon: "No matter what his thoughts may be, we just have to see that Mitsuki never cries again."

With a determined gaze that wouldn't lose to Drake, Napoleon looked up at the sky.

Above his head was a blue sky as deep as the azure sea.

As the crescent moon rises in the night sky, we exchange words in a planetarium-like place with beautiful lights scattered on the ceiling.

Mitsuki: "Coming back and immediately working on the Seine River is so typical of you."

Drake: "You either earn your own food or steal it."

Drake: "So, how was it to be back on Captain Drake's luxurious cruise ship after a long time?"

Mitsuki: "It was fun, but, as always, your tour-guiding skills suck!"

Drake: "Haha, I'll work on it."

He lightly leaned against the armrest of the sofa, where I sat, and laughed openly. When I quietly sighed in relief, he seemed to notice the subtle change in my demeanor and tilted his head.

Drake: "What's up? You seem oddly relieved."

Mitsuki: "Yeah. I'm just happy that you're by my side."

Mitsuki: "Because you're the kind of person who might set sail on a ship and disappear when I'm not looking."

Drake: "........."

Drake was like a ship that crossed the sea without being fazed by the high waves of a storm.

A person who set sail and navigated through the open sea without the need for any landmarks.

Perhaps, after testing whether I would betray him and experiencing a separation once, that impression became even stronger.

(It's probably just me being anxious, but...)

I lowered my gaze, and he pulled my head gently against his chest.

Mitsuki: “Drake?”

Drake: “This time, I need to make you believe in me.”

His voice echoed gently from the spot where my cheek touched, and my heart raced with excitement.

Drake: “Hey, Fawn. I don’t get along with the folks in the mansion, and I don’t care what happens to this world.”

Drake: “I honestly thought about going through the door again to chase after Galileo since I’m the only one who can accompany him on his journey, but...”

He murmured with a hint of loneliness.

Drake: “When I met you again, I realized I couldn’t live a life I didn’t want.”

(Drake...)

Drake: “So, for me and Galileo, I decided to be the gatekeeper here.”

Mitsuki: “Gatekeeper?”

He deepened his grin like a mischievous child.

Drake: “I’ll prevent anyone who tries to use the door he created and interferes with his journey.”

Drake: “Even though we’re far apart, I could at least do this much.”

Drake: “I betrayed Galileo in the very end. Even though he said he didn’t need me anymore, I will betray his intentions for leaving me behind.”

Mitsuki: “Hehe. Is that your way of getting back at him?”

Drake: “Yeah.”

He narrowed his eyes and chuckled.

(I'm not sure what his relationship with Galileo was like, but I'm sure he was also carrying something that resonated with his despair at the world.)

I wonder if I'll ever meet him again.

Suddenly, he tilted his face and peered into my eyes.

Drake: "That's my conclusion. From now on, I'll be by your side."

Drake: "Believe me a little, little fawn."

As he looked at me, seemingly gauging my mood, a ticklish feeling welled inside me.

Mitsuki: "Yeah, I believe you. I trust you."

(He didn't even believe in himself, but now he's telling me this.)

Drake: "Thanks. I have to live up to your trust."

Returning my smile, he patted my head and climbed down from the armrest, placing his hands on the backrest and pinning me from the front.

Drake: "But be prepared, okay? Because I won't let you go anymore."

Drake: "The next time I leave, I'm taking you with me."

(I really can't compete with him.)

Just when I thought he was showing a boyish smile, he suddenly put on a serious expression, confusing me.

Gently and intensely, just like the waves, he has continued to stir my heart since the day we met.

Mitsuki: "Yeah. Take me away."

Mitsuki: "I want you to take me wherever you go."

Mitsuki: "But, you know? I might be the one to steal you away. The outcome of our bet is still uncertain."

Drake: "----!"

Drake: "Haha, you really know how to catch a pirate's heart."

Intentionally teasing me, he laughed playfully and swiftly stole a kiss from my lips.

Mitsuki: "That's so sneaky!"

Drake: "Sneaky? But that isn't enough."

He drew close to me again and pecked me two to three times.

As the kisses gradually deepened, my chest grew warm and pounded faster.

(I don’t want to be separated from him anymore. I’ll follow him wherever he goes, even to the ends of the sea, even if destruction awaits us there.)

If the world were to crumble, I would face it with Francis by my side.

If the future is filled with hope and connection, then he will be mine.

This is our never-ending gamble, a promise that will never be betrayed.

In between our kisses, he suddenly removed his cape.

Suddenly recalling something, I gently pushed his chest back.

Mitsuki: “Wait, there’s something I’ve been wanting to return to you.”

What I took out of my bag was his golden gun. I had brought it back and kept it with me all this time.

Drake: “Ah, that. It’s fine. You can keep it.”

Mitsuki: “Huh? But...”

Drake: “You’re prone to getting involved in danger, so it’s better for you to have a means to protect yourself.”

Drake: “Well, if anything happens to you, I’ll always come to your rescue.”

His reliable smile gave me an absolute sense of reassurance, making my heart skip a beat.

Mitsuki: “You’re right. I believe that you’ll always come to my rescue, no matter what.”

Mitsuki: "But you might be the most dangerous thing for me."

Drake: "Me?"

Mitsuki: "Yes. Because you're a pirate who is so destructive and could even make my heart pound so hard it could break."

Drake: "Heh? Well then, you better aim for me before it breaks."

Laughing, Francis untied his hair and grabbed my wrist, pointing the gun I held at his own chest.

Drake: "I don't mind getting shot or betrayed by you."

Drake: "I love you enough to feel that way."

(Francis.)

When we first met, I wanted to trust him, so I believed.

When I said I was okay with being betrayed, he shot me with a terribly cold gaze.

But now he was saying the same thing as me.

(Love seemed to surpass the sorrow of betrayal.)

Mitsuki: "I love you too."

Mitsuki: "If I were to shoot your chest, what I'd put in there wouldn't be a bullet, but love."

Drake: "Haha! That sounds perfect!"

His eyes, clear as the sea, which embraced both joy and sorrow, reflected me.

Drake: "If I betray you again, don't hesitate to pull the trigger."

Drake: "I'll die with your bullet in my chest."

Will this love be pierced by betrayal?

I hesitated to believe and suffered from my nearly broken feelings, yet I still couldn't betray him because I ended up falling in love.

(No matter what happens, I will believe in you.)

(And...)

In the love that exists between us, a love that will never be betrayed.

Previous Part ╎ Masterlist ╎ Dramatic End

[abybweisse]

Ch210, Spoiler page and thoughts

The title page has been leaked already; I've seen it elsewhere here as well as on Discord. It's almost everything I was hoping for this chapter, represented in one image.

There are some things to point out, and I was hoping to post some thoughts before I'd even seen this spoiler, because my thoughts were already pondering a possible situation like this: that the chapter focuses on Finny going berserk... perhaps in ways we've never witnessed before.

I was also hoping we'd get the new reaper confronting Doll, but I really don't know if he will.

But back to Finny. In the cover art, you will see that there's a lot of blood on him and his clothes, but I don't think it's his own blood. His eyes suggest he's in berserker mode. I suspect we might finally get a better glimpse of what it was like the day he escaped from the drug facility. Previously, I'd wondered whether Sebastian had killed the staff and just skipped over the one remaining test subject -- either he lives or he doesn't. But since we now have a situation where Finny has to force his way out of another locked down facility -- and this time he's also trying to save friends and other children, something he couldn't do last time -- we might get scenes that look like a reenactment of that drug facility escape.

In ch209, we see Finny running off, away from Snake but also towards the approaching staff. We know he will have to fight them, and it might be mostly empty-handed. This is no problem for him, especially when he's in a frenzy. He might grab and throw whatever he can, but this time it might be more about crushing people with his hands, as he might have done at the drug facility. This fighting style could look more like Sebastian crushing the heads/bodies of bizarre dolls on the ship... but with less-graceful movements.

Scenario: He gets through the staff that have entered the underground lair, then anyone in the way upstairs, in the barn. Then he's back outside. Is he going to head to the main building to attempt to save the other kids, or will he only be able to focus on himself and the four top students? Either way, at some point he's going past a brick wall when lights shine on him, and that's what we see in the cover art. It might be a flashlight/torch, but it could also be a spotlight from a sniper tower. The top students did warn him before that the fences were reinforced, and that guards were stationed at lookout posts to shoot down attempting escapees.

When he was at the drug facility, he was being kept in a cellar of some kind, and it looks like it was designed so the kids couldn't easily climb out, but he somehow did, perhaps by jumping and grabbing hold of the rim of the hatch. Or maybe he somehow climbed up whatever grips he could reach. It seems he killed the man sent to shoot him and dumped his body down into the cellar. Here, Finny might actually climb up one of those lookout towers, kill the guards, and toss them down to the ground. Or he kills them -- maybe one -- merely by tossing them down.

This sort of action could allow Yana-san to give us glimpses of the previous escape in parallel to the escape scene now. Panels next to each other or even split panels, showing then and now, as it all unfolds. A bit like when he envisioned old scenes of the drug facility exam rooms and surgical equipment as he and the others looked around and found Ginny's body and the dissection table. But this time it might be like an onslaught of comparison images, representing the jumble of memories and current moments in Finny's head, as this all happens.

And we might even see him literally tear down the fencing. 🤔

Thoughts?

Oh, and FYI. Today is the Ides of March... and Snake's birthday (though in-universe it's Dec 9th)....

[mrs-stans]

The Sebastian Stan guide to nice and easy brown suits

Colder weather is menswear weather. And in New York City, the autumn is ushering in some new tailored bangers

By Adam Cheung

Whether it's a superhero suit or a deeply formal suit, Sebastian Stan just, well… suits everything. Every single time he's got a press event or a red carpet coming up, he always goes hard with his tailoring. So when he's out there promoting his next big A24 film, A Different Man, you can expect more of the good, same stuff.

When most dudes pick a suit, they go for black or navy or grey. It's the safe option, and one that you can wear again and again (and again) no matter what. But if you really want to switch things up a bit, take a leaf out of the Emmy nominee's book and go for brown instead.

Styled by Michael Fisher, Stan's Frame suit (the Los Angeles label that keeps things very clean and very European) featured a slightly oversized fit, pointy lapels, and a double-breasted design. He wore it sans belt for casual kinda vibe, and he doubled down on this by swapping out the prim white shirt for a black tee instead. Down south, it was matching trousers that trailed about a mile or two behind him and some lovely leather shoes. And because he has always been a Cartier man, he had the Santos strapped to his left wrist, finished in some shiny, shiny yellow gold.

It was definitely a tiny little bit more out-there compared to the “normal” suits worn by normal guys, but it always pays to take risks, no matter how small they may be. Just check out Declan Rice's mad two-piece from the Labrum show or Brad Pitt's freaky Marni fit for reference.

For the slightest change though, Sebastian Stan is a good measure. Plus, he looks kinda '70s, and that's always a vibe in September – or any other time of the year.

[agendabymooner]

DIRECTORY: F1 Drivers x Filipino OFCs by AGENDABYMOONER (UPDATED)

AHHH !!! Apparently I made too much Filo OCs (there’s never too much but for some it maybe a lot?). So why not make a little character directory based on the Formula One drivers I’ve written about?

(I am not Filipino baiting I promise 🥲 I make a lot of Filipino OCs because I too am a Filipino)

This is done alphabetically btw. By surnames :) enjoy xx

CHARLES LECLERC (CL16)

LOUELLA LOURDES VILLAR: A Filipino celebrity who met Charles when she moved to Monaco to pursue her masters. Arthur, Charles' brother, calls the two of them "homie hoppers."

"slut", smau: charles' ex trashed his new girlfriend a while ago, but too bad he wasn't really into the thought of making music with anyone but lou villar.

PATO O'WARD (PO29)

DIWA J. ARELLANO: McLaren F1 team's admin who works to constantly slander and support Oscar Piastri and Lando Norris. Also a bit besotted.

caught 'em lacking, smau: diwa arellano is mclaren f1's social media admin. so what if her constant teasing of oscar bites her in the ass and accidentally posts something that could potentially compromise her job? meanwhile, lando and oscar laugh at her demise while pato finds it endearing.

SERGIO PEREZ (SP11)

CARMELLA AYALA PEREZ: Checo’s Miss Universe wife who represented the Philippines!

she's beauty, she's grace, smau: in which carmella ayala perez, the miss universe 2018 winner, tied the knot with checo after their five years of relationship and the birth of their second child.

DANIEL RICCIARDO

TALA MORAN: Daniel Ricciardo's partner that he accidentally exposed as his to the public.

leaked, smau: daniel ricciardo is a borderline blabbermouth.

OSCAR PIASTRI (OP81)

PALOMA SAN PEDRO: Oscar was a victim of Jollibee obsession introduction because he’s so in love with her. She’s also Carlos Sainz’s cousin-in-law.

jollibee, madrid and all that romantic fiasco, smau: paloma san pedro is carlos sainz's cousin-in-law who also introduced oscar to his newly found filipino fast food chain addiction. safe to say that he bought a ticket last minute just so he can obsess over her, too.

live tweets, japan and all that romance fiasco, smau: how oscar's podium win in the japanese gp led to the revelation of his relationship with carlos sainz's in-law, paloma. lesson learned: just call her "pal" then she'll spill the tea for the both of you easily (f, h)

lucky charms, qatar and all that romance fiasco, smau: oscar is quite a forgetful guy, he forgot to mention to carlos, his future in-law, that paloma was his sprint lucky charm. (f)

long distance, england and all that romance fiasco, smau: paloma moved to england a year after enduring a long distance relationship with oscar.

CARLOS SAINZ (CS55)

MAGDALENA SAN PEDRO SAINZ: Married to a Ferrari driver. A bit unhinged and as equally millennial as Carlos. Apparently her marriage with him calls for reparations lol.

ride home, smau: the ferrari driver accidentally outed himself as a married man, so mona magdalena sainz stepped in to say hi to his loyal fans. (f, g, h) (extra)

dear, smau: nobody loved each other more than magda and carlos sainz. OR a series of tweets in which magda and carlos never took each other seriously. (h)

pag-ibig, traducido (love, translated), fic: no matter what cultural context and backstories, magda and carlos' souls were entwined into one all thanks to the languages of love that they shared. OR times when the spanish and filipino defined their love in many languages. (f) ♡

MICK SCHUMACHER (MS47)

BARBIE BLANCO: Sebastian Vettel’s adoptive daughter that Mick practically grew up with.

she's everything... and he's just mick, smau: barbara 'barbie' blanco is the vettel family's foster child that gradually turned to kimi vettel's nanny and mick's crush? (f, g)

"besties", smau: everyone swore that mick and barbie are more than "babysitting pardners" (f)

who is kenough, smau: mick nearly took the piss from arthur leclerc after the posts that the monegasque had of barbie. too bad, mick was already hers before arthur could even try. (feat. arthur leclerc)

kenergy unfolded, fic: written version of who is kenough OR arthur leclerc was only scheming just so mick could do something about revealing his relationship with barbie. ♡

the vibing allan and the reluctant ken, smau: for mick, there are only two words to describe his girlfriend's best friend arthur: a headache. OR arthur leclerc is a third wheel that mick always get on a fight with. thankfully, barbie had fair experiences with boys who are petulant and childish at times (kimi and seb)

extra - barbie and the schuminis

mick multiplied, socmed snapshot: girl dad!mick that's all

the little schuminis, fic: 4 times when mick showed his devotion + 1 time his devotion paid off

YUKI TSUNODA (YT22)

PIA ELLIS: An indie singer who also happens to be Yuki’s much shorter girlfriend.

line without a hook, smau: pia ellis misses her mystery bf that everyone thought to be her delusions. it turns out he's a formula one driver who definitely misses her too.

chaos family, socmed snapshot: yuki is a dad to the little mini yukis known as hana and shin.

SEBASTIAN VETTEL (SV5)

BEL VETTEL: A socialite from Philippines who’s married to the kindest human to have ever existed. Also a mother to Seb’s kids (including Barbie Blanco).

crazy rich wife, smau: everyone (some twitter account) wonders where the recently retired german driver had gone to after the 2022 season. thank god for bel vettel, his fans now know that he’s still alive and is being spoiled and pampered by his wife. (f, g)

sweet spoiled husband (+ son), smau: mick schumacher is a grown man that both bel and seb treat like their own child. (f, g)

sweet spoiled schatzi, smau: bel and seb introduce the newest addition to their little family, and mick seems to love kimi vettel as much as a godfather loves his godchild. (f)

sweet little similarities, smau: bel and everyone could tell that kimi vettel was becoming more like his father, sebastian's, carbon copy as days went on. (f, g, h)

sebastian and sons (and soufflés), fic: day in the life of a retired sebastian vettel, featuring his kids kimi and barbie (and a nervous mick). (f)

sweetest spoiled sons, smau: sebastian was a father to not only two- but THREE kids. OR stefan vettel is the newest addition in the vettel household after years of trying and it's safe to say that everyone welcomed this news with open arms. (f)

crazy rich and famous, smau: the vettel couple stepped up to address the scrutiny that their children faced OR sebastian activated his instagram account just so he could show his masterpiece: photographs that he took of his wife for their anniversary.

seb's best girl, scenarios (x daughter!ofc)

Summary: Sebastian Vettel understood the downfalls of infertility just by being there for his wife. What he didn’t know, however, was that his life would drastically change when their foster daughter, Barbie Blanco, was put into their care. OR, what made Sebastian the best father figure to a teenager who had nobody but herself. 

one, enter barbie: fifteen-year-old barbie blanco thought that meeting new people was intimidating, and sebastian learned that making her comfortable in her new home was a responsibility he should uphold as her father figure.

two, meeting mick in malaysia: barbie was brought to her first race ever and had met her newest best friends there. it was obvious that she and mick schumacher would get stuck to the hips after their first meeting.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Okay, so I’m not even an Evanstan person, but I went to SDCC this week and just flew out of San Diego. When the plane was moving out to the runway, I noticed an area with smaller planes, which mostly seemed like private jets (presumably at least some for the celebrities/wealthy people visiting the convention).

And I couldn’t stop thinking about Chris or Seb inviting the other on a flight back to LA, using the excuse that they don’t want to be alone and it’s easier, but they make sure that the pilot is the only one aboard and join the mile high club. 👀

Specifically about Chris getting on his knees for his boy, reminding him that they only have 15-20 minutes and he’s got to stay quiet. It just felt right up your alley, so if this prompt inspires anything, I’d love to hear it!!

related to Seb at SDCC, and them together at the Hollywood Walk of Fame

also, you'll probably enjoy this little fic

Lmao, I love that the evanstan reunion has so much power that it's roped you in, too. Also, aw, you're so lucky! I hope SDCC was good (even though it's been a long time since then by now 😅)!

But, oof, yeah, I can always think about Chris on his knees for Sebastian--a mile high in the air or otherwise 😮‍💨

Sebastian flew in late, late on the 24th in preparation for the Hollywood Walk of Fame ceremony for Kevin, so Chris didn't have the time to see him until the day of the ceremony, the 25th, and just those few hours of knowing his man was in the close vicinity to his LA home was--not to be dramatic, but--torturous.

And then seeing him for the first time in months among cameras and crowds, with the least amount of privacy possible-? That, too, was torturous. It was all he could do to reel himself in against leaning in for a much too long hug and I-missed-you-like-a-drowning-man-misses-air kiss. Considering how he felt internally? His clapping and dorky grin was "all too obvious," according to both Sebastian's (in-person) and Anthony's (over text after the videos circulated and broke Twitter) teasing? That was chill. As chill as he could've been. Calm. Collected even.

Still, no matter the few days to themselves between their Hollywood Walk of Fame obligation and Sebastian's needed appearance at Comic Con on the 27th for Marvel, Chris has not had enough time to acclimate to his boyfriend being close enough to touch. Life size and physical, not seen through a screen.

So, can he be blamed for watching how Seb bounces his leg on their private plane, always at least a little nervous about flying, and thinking nothing but terrible, inappropriate things about how to calm him down? All of his ideas are physical and incredibly touchy.

Chris doesn't think he can be blamed. And he's not going to ask for a second opinion, at least, not until after Sebastian's brain has put itself back in working, non-melted order once he's gotten scrambled. It doesn't matter that they're flying back to Chris' LA home for more private, alone time. Nah. That's not important. What is important is that Seb is right here, and he's practically vibrating with nervous energy, and Chris is just a man.

A man who's missed his man badly.

Plan formed and mind made up, wicked, Chris oh-so casually fishes his phone from his pocket, unlocks it, and navigates to the clock app and setting it for 20 minutes. They've barely been up in the air, so that should be just about right. The pilot already told them how long the flight should be, so he's not playing with fire... not fire that's too hot, at least.

Then, phone in hand, timer ready to go, Chris leans back to give himself plenty of space to unclick his seat belt with deft fingers and slide down onto his knees. Easy as that. With how in his head Seb can get around flights and his anxieties with them, Chris is even surprised he notices him getting up to trouble.

Seb does notice, though, looking down at him with wide eyes, "what're you--what are you doing?" He asks, his voice quieter than strictly necessary. It's just them back here, no flight staff, just them and the pilot. The perk of private planes.

"What does it look like 'm doing?" Chris snarks back playfully, walking slowly forward on his knees. Closer, closer, and finally fucking close enough to place his hands heavily on Seb's knees. He doesn't let his hands stay there, though, stationary. He pushes his legs apart, hands heavy and pressing, giving him no room to think. As soon as he got his hands on Seb, he stopped jiggling his leg. Both of his feet are firmly on the ground now. Perfect. This is the distraction he needs, the stale, chilled air around them just beginning to fill with tension.

"Here?" Seb squawks, vaguely indignant, his eyes searching their space and finding no one else.

Just them.

"Mmm-hmm," Chris drawls, grinning mischieviously as he lets his hands wander up his thighs, daring to go far enough to undo Seb's seat belt for him. Seb inhales sharply, in reaction to being seemingly less safe or because Chris' hands drag across his dick, he'll never know exactly, maybe both. But, because he's a gentleman, Chris unbuttons his pants while he's at it.

That leaves just the thin layer of his underwear between Chris' mouth and his beginning-to-wake cock. Instinctively, Chris' mouth waters. He can't be this close to that cock without getting the desperate urge to suck it and swallow it down his throat. Just thinking about it, God, he's getting hard himself. Seb heavy on his tongue... the smell of his arousal, heady and dark... the way he tastes when he leaks... how he feels when he twitches... the way he looks when he's about to cum and is trying to hold back desperately, squirming, making these pleading, aborted little whines that say he just can't fucking take it, it feels so good, with his face screwing up and pinching, so much pleasure that it almost reads as pain...

Focus, Chris, he tells himself. They're on a time limit here. He hasn't got the luxury of waxing poetic about his favorite dick.

"Don't worry, darlin'," Chris pets his hands up and down Sebastian's thighs, heating him up with the friction and watching, enraptured, as Seb's eyes get steadily darker, those pupils widening deliciously. "You don't gotta do a thing, 'kay?" Sebastian blinks at him, already going a little dumb. Cute. "Just sit there and look pretty while I make you feel good."

Seb swallows audibly, lost but so willing to take every word Chris says as gospel.

"Yeah?" Chris asks for affirmation as he pinches the inside of his thigh through his pants, teasing him.

Sebastian's eyes are still wide as if they haven't done worse in less private places. But, predictably, the comment about being pretty brings those eyelids down, just a touch heavier. His breath turns funny. Chris already knows what he's going to say, but he wants to hear it anyway. For fun.

"Okay," Seb breathes, nodding unsteadily.

"Yeah," Chris hears himself coo, encouraging him and letting his own hands travel to his slim hips, gripping his body like he's about to plunge into him and fuck him good, leaving ten fingerprint bruises in his body to remember him later. An ache in his hips like the ache between his cheeks from being pried open nice and wide and fucked good. The memory of all the marks he's left, all the times he's taken pleasure from his body, all the too-good fuck sessions they've had--they just make Chris' hunger for his cock worse. He's got to do something with his mouth. So, he talks a little more:

"That's it, pretty thing, just keep those hands right there--" digging into the armrests, not moving, just holding on. Chris really doesn't want him to do anything but what he said, sit there and take it. Be pretty. Really, that's all he knows how to do, be pretty. But, right before he ducks down to nuzzle at his dick, playing as if he's just suddenly, organically remembered, Chris instructs, "oh, and, don't forget: shhh," he blows hot air across Seb's lap, knowing the sensation will be such a tease, humid and feverish through his thin boxer briefs that barely cover his modesty.

Accordingly, Sebastian shivers.

Perfect.

"We wouldn't want to give the pilot any reason to come back here or ask what's going on back here before we land, hm?" Chris asks, maybe more cocky than he should be, but...

Seeing how Sebastian flushes red hot and goosebumps appear on his arms, hands firmly digging into his armrests, maybe not. He's just cocky enough. "N-no," Seb's voice cracks. Sweet.

Chris pinches his hip, just a tease of the sprinkling of the pain that Sebastian responds so well to--such a gorgeous thing that likes to hear he's pretty and likes to feel sensation. He likes good, he likes bad, he likes sweet, loving pleasure, he likes pain. He's such a good fucking boy for it all. Chris' favorite. His only. "A show as pretty as you can't be given out for free, now can it?"

Seb bites back a whimper.

"That's the spirit." Chris hums with twisted, perverse glee. And thus, unceremoniously, with one hand, he pulls Seb's thickening cock out from his underwear and using the other, he thumbs his phone, starting the timer he set.

"Wh-what?" Seb mumbles, his voice small and utterly confused. Mostly, he's distracted by the sudden threat of having his dick sucked--Chris jerking him off slowly, his mouth looming.

"Hmm?" Chris discards his counting down phone on the empty seat next to Sebastian, projecting thoughtlessness and ease as if this is nothing interesting. He's always on his knees for Sebastian in a private plane. Why would today be any different? Why is Seb acting so strange? This is just what they do. Of course.

"What?" Seb's eyes have strayed from him and, ineast, are glued to the timer.

Time... already... slipping... away...

"You heard the pilot, honey," Chris licks his lips, enjoying how Seb's cock is plumping up in his hand. He's getting harder and harder, swelling bigger and bigger as if on command, controlled by Chris. Christ. Isn't that a thought? A boy on command. Always ready to go whenever Chris calls. Fuck. "This flight isn't that long, and I'm not gonna let anyone have eyes on my boy. Someone has to be responsible."

"Oh." Seb's little, shocked sound is so fucking sweet. It drives Chris insane.

"Yeah," Chris replies, talking as if Seb is making any good points and not reduced to a sweetly tiny, simple vocabulary. "So. Do you wanna keep talking and making noise or..." he trails off, ripping his eyes away from Sebastian's and down toward his more than half-hard cock, responding to the treatment he's giving him.

Sebastian snaps his mouth shut so quickly it's audible, trailing Chris and dragging his eyes down too to stare at his own swelling cock. He's not wet yet, but he's gonna be--pre-cum and saliva.

Fuck yeah.

"That's what I thought," Chris chuckles low in his throat. "That's a good choice for a good boy," his soft laughter melts into a purr.

Then, going in for the kill--his murder weapon nothing more than his mouth--Chris brings Sebastian's just more than half-hard dick right into his mouth. Engulfing him.

He doesn't give Seb anymore warm up than the once over with his hand, jerking him a little. Nah, he wants to rip this orgasm out of Seb so he doesn't know what hit him, leaving him all achy and dizzy. Sweet and docile. Chris can wait until they get home if it means his pretty boy hanging off his arm, floating in a daze through the airport and into their waiting car before throwing him through their front door to have his way with him in their own fucking bed.

He's gonna spread Sebastian out and lose himself in his body. He's gonna feel so good, utterly limp, except where he's clenching tight around his dick.

Yeahhh.

Extra eager, the rest of his plan taking shape in his head, Chris takes his dick all the way down to the base just to feel his cock twitch and jerk and swell in his mouth and the top of the throat. Coming alive.

Pulsing.

Growing.

There's nothing that compares to the sensation of feeling his boyfriend take pleasure from his body--being a hot, warm hole for him. Chris shivers, feeling pressed in on by Sebastian's knees, warm and squeezing at his shoulders. He's totally hard now.

Solid.

Hot.

It feels so fucking good to swallow around him and run his tongue over the big shape of him. His veins throbbing. His foreskin drawn back. His head silky and smooth. His shaft just hard as shit.

God.

As Chris works, tonguing and sucking and swallowing around him, Seb is having an increasingly hard time keeping himself quiet. Good.

It's worse when Chris swallows roughly, again, and then hums around him. Feeling him struggle and hearing him struggle is a little too fucking intoxicating. Chris might as well be drunk on it. His taste. His strain. Him.

Him.

Chris doubles down, grabbing at his hips and shoving himself down on his cock until he sputters. But, he holds himself down anyway. He wants to choke on it. He likes the way it feels in his throat--toe-curlingly hot and stretching.

Meanwhile, Seb's doing everything he can to stay silent, not wanting to be caught red-handed, rather, red-dicked maybe. Ha. He's struggling. Shaking, gripping his armrests tighter, tighter, and tighter, his knuckles going white, spreading his legs wide, trying to jerk up into Chris' mouth, but--

"Mm-mn," Chris makes a sound of disapproval, flicking his eyes up. He wants him to take it. Take exactly what he gives him. No more. No less. This orgasm is his. He's gonna fucking rip it out of Seb. He'll make him feel so damn good.

Sebastian whines faintly, trying not to. He's just so helpless.

Still, Chris scratches his nails down his pants-covered thighs, saving him from the worst of the bite--another heated threat. This time, Sebastian catches his lip between his teeth, but his hips aren't so easily controlled. Bucking up and shoving himself hotly down his throat. The friction is slick and good and thick. But, it's about the rules. The game. He wants Seb to play along.

He'll make him play along.

So, Chris pulls off, lapping at the tip of his cock, jerking him slowly not because he needs to like before, when Seb was dry, now he's soaked with spit. He's slowed down because he wants to. "Careful, baby, I might just put your belt back on you."

Seb makes a helpless little sound, choked up.

"Oh, you want that?" He plays dumb, as if he isn't intimately familiar with Sebastian's fetishization of bondage. Yeah, he's fucking hot for it. Always has been. Airplane seatbelts. Necktie. Scarfs. Anything else silly and improvised, or, serious and not improvised... like, heavy, padded leather cuffs.

"You want me to tie you down with seat belts across these fucking uncomfortable-ass chairs?" Chris chuckles, the vibrations enough to make Seb weak, even if his mouth isn't totally around his cock now, just lapping his head and sloppily kissing his shaft. "Should I get a plane with a private suite next time? Spread you out on the bed and have my way with you then? Bring some rope along in my carry on? Make you helpless and take it no matter what?"

"Ch-Chris!" A quiet whine of his name bursts from Seb's chest.

"Nu-uh," Chris shakes his head. "You gonna be still and silent so no one knows? Or do I gotta stop, Sebby?"

Sebastian quivers like a leaf in a wind storm. Head to toe. But he doesn't make a sound. So, that's answer enough, isn't it?

Chris gets back to work, sucking his fucking cock. He's not looking at the timer but Sebastian is. Chris can't decide, now, what he wants more. Does he want Seb to cum now and be all sweet and docile all the way home, pawing at him, begging to stop in the nearest bathroom and return the favor, his oral fixation acting up, bad, wanting to be sweet? Or, does he want Seb to not cum in the time and be disrupted so he's hissy and bristling like a feral kitten, dragging Chris through the airport all the way back to their bedroom, his claws sinking into his forearm, showing how fucking wound up he is? Oh, the options...

Around his dick, Chris grins, his mouth and throat full. He's sure he looks sloppy (and probably stupid, lips stretched so much) but he feels fucking salacious.

God, he wants to pull Seb forward by the hips so he can tap a few spit slick fingers against his tight little hole, but he doesn't. He doesn't want him to move. He's fucking serious about being a cute, pretty thing for him to swallow down, not moving and not making a peep. Also, he wants to reach down into his underwear to fondle his balls, but they both would have to move for that, too. So he doesn't. Instead, he just fucking sucks. Hallowing his cheeks. Humming. Swallowing. Pushing his tongue against Seb's pelvis and getting him deep. He wants Seb to just fucking lose it.

And he wants it to happen quietly, without him making a sound, no choice in the matter, he just feels too fucking good.

If only he knew how long was left on the timer...

Well, that's something for Sebastian to do, now isn't it? Chris will just leisurely fucking suck that dick, going hard because he wants to, enjoying himself, enjoying his boy's cock, and if Seb happens to cum? He happens to cum. If he doesn't? He won't. Anticipation is all for Sebastian. Let it wind him tighter. Who knows, maybe he'll break.

[joanquill]

"...I am going to die."

Number: 27 Character: Albert Relationship: romantic Genre: angst to fluff (If you agree🤭)

Albert James Moriarty

Warning/s: Blood, Violence Tag/s: Angst to Fluff

You groaned in pain as you fell onto the ground, crawling with your forearms.

"Pathetic..." your hooded attacker scoffed as he grabbed you by the hair and threw you to the ground.

You hissed as the attacker stepped on your back, keeping you in place as he loaded his gun.

You cursed under your breath as you struggled against his weight, seeing a knife not too far from you.

'Move...!'  you urged yourself as your attacker crushed you under his heel.

'If I don't get out... I am going to die...!'  you shakingly took your arm out, reaching for the knife.

As your attacker lined up his gun to your head, a gunshot echoed in the room as your attacker stumbled, blood spattering out of the side of his head.

You sighed in relief as you heard footsteps, seeing Albert holding a smoking sniper rifle.

"(Y/N)...!" he rushed to your side as he gently lifted you, seeing your bloodied body.

As Albert lifted you, you cried out in pain and gripped his arm, making him freeze.

Albert frowned as he let you down again, unsure how to carry you out of the room to get treatment.

"Hold on, I'll call for the others..." he gently set you down, making sure your injuries weren't pressured, but you quickly grabbed his arm.

"It's no use..." you coughed, your body slacking off as your breaths became heavy and ragged.

"No, no..." Albert muttered as he held your head high, trying to keep you awake.

"(Y/N), please... Stay with me...!" he begged, slowly lifting you again as you shakingly gripped his shirt.

"Albert, I..." you called out, making him lean toward you.

"I..." you whispered, pulling yourself closer to him.

"...Bleeeggghhh...!" you exaggerated as your body went limp, making Albert lightly laugh.

"Cut!" William called out as Albert let you down, and your "attacker", Sebastian, stood up from the ground.

"Is all of this really necessary?" Sebastian sighed as he removed his hood, wiping the fake blood off the side of his head.

"What? Are you questioning Will's methods?" you grinned, dusting your ragged costume.

"Of course not," Sebastian confidently replied, "But it is a little embarrassing..." he muttered, making you chuckle.

"I guess that's true..." you nervously laughed, feeling how hot your face was the whole time you were acting while the others were watching your performances intently.

"That reminds me, why can't Bonde do it?" you questioned, seeing the man fixing Albert's makeup.

'...Does he even need makeup...?'  you and Sebastian thought, watching the scene.

"Because he is assigned to a different task," William answered as Louis nodded.

"But wouldn't it be better for an acting veteran to take my job?" you added, knowing William is fully aware of your skills.

"That may be true, but it is still important to take into consideration the two's chemistry," William explained, looking over to Albert.

"And I believe you are the perfect match for Albert-nii-san," William concluded, catching you by surprise.

"You mean for the mission, right?" you asked, but he only smiled at you.

"Right...?" you asked again, but he just kept his smile.

"Shall we rehearse the scene again?" he clapped, catching everyone's attention as they all went to their first positions.

"H-Hey, William! Don't ignore me!"

[mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea]

X-Men 2 fans: First Look at Nightcrawler and Stryker as brothers in Glenrothan

Brian Cox‘s feature directorial debut “Glenrothan” — billed as his “love letter to Scotland” — has wrapped production, with a first look revealed showing the “Succession” star alongside Alan Cumming in a room full of whisky barrels.

Alongside revealing a first look from the feature, Protagonist Pictures has come aboard for worldwide sales and is set to screen exclusive footage for buyers at the upcoming American Film Market.

Lionsgate, which co-developed the project with London based studio Nevision, has taken U.K. rights on the family drama, which shot in Scotland.

In “Glenrothan,” Donal (Cumming) reluctantly returns to the Scottish Highlands after 35 years in Chicago to make amends with his estranged older brother, Sandy (Cox). Sandy needs Donal to take over the family’s whisky distillery or he will be forced to sell and give up on the family’s legacy. But their reunion forces the brothers to confront the past and the real reason Donal left Glenrothan. Shirley Henderson (“Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire,” “See How They Run”) and Alexandra Shipp (“Barbie,” “Anyone But You”) also star in the film.

“Glenrothan” is produced by Cox, Neil Zeiger, Crystine Zhang (“Prisoner’s Daughter,” “Lee”), Phin Glynn (“Argentina 1985,” “Kill The Jockey”), Nic Crum (“Book of Love”), James Cabourne and Vladimir Zemtsov (“Club Zero”). The film is co-produced by Nevision and Blazing Griffin Pictures in association with Screen Scotland, Oval-5, Gold Rush Pictures, Head Gear, Infinity Hill and Lionsgate.

“’Glenrothan’ is a poignant, funny and powerful story about the universal themes of family and heritage, set against the stunning backdrops of Scotland and steeped in the world of whisky,” said Protagonist CEO Dave Bishop. “Brian is an undeniable talent, both behind and in front of the camera, and is joined by the exceptional Alan Cumming — as such we are delighted to introduce buyers to this special film when we debut exclusive footage at the upcoming AFM.”

Neil Zeiger, lead producer added: “I have thoroughly enjoyed helping bring ‘Glenrothan,’ Brian’s ‘love letter to Scotland’, to the screen. Working with our incredible cast led by Alan, Shirley and Alexandra, Brian directed the film brilliantly. A universal story, wonderful performances and stunning images define the film. I am confident Glenrothan will compel and captivate audiences wherever in the world they are.”

Protagonist’s current slate includes the Venice, TIFF and San Sebastian selection “Kill the Jockey,” directed by Luis Ortega and recently selected as Argentina’s feature film contender for the 2025 Academy Awards; Samir Oliveros’ TIFF title, “The Luckiest Man in America,” starring Emmy and Golden Globe winner Paul Walter Hauser; the genre-bending comedy “Sister Midnight,” which recently screened at the London Film Festival and was nominated for Cannes’ Camera D’Or; and from directors Guy Maddin, Evan Johnson, and Galen Johnson, the political horror-comedy “Rumours,” which debuted at Cannes before going on to screen at Toronto, San Sebastian, New York and London Film Festivals.