#because bash is actually a nickname for Sebastian

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How to ask for help - PART 2

(Ominis/GN!Reader FLUFF)

Part: 1 2 3 4 5 6

Summary:

The five times you helped Ominis, and the one time he helped you. *** You take Ominis for a spin.

Word count: 6.4k

Part 2: Flyin' Blind

March, 4th year

It wouldn’t be until months later that you had a moment to talk to Ominis. It wasn’t that you were avoiding each other— quite the opposite on your end, actually. Unfortunately, you just ran in different circles. Well, you did in a sense. He was often found with Sebastian, and those two disappeared to random corners of the school at any chance they got. You, on the other hand, lacking as you were in the friend department, spent a majority of your time flying around the Scottish Highlands. It was freeing to you, to be that far away from the castle and, in turn, away from the responsibilities of being a student at Hogwarts. You had been in school before your Hogwarts letter arrived, along with the estimable Professor Fig to explain the magical world to you and your muggle parents, but never had you gone somewhere so…interesting. For somewhere considered the “safest school in the Wizarding World,” it sure was, decidedly, not that. 

Currently, you had just returned from your flight to Upper Hogsfield and were doing laps around one of the more dangerous spots, the Astronomy wing. That tower in itself was quite precariously built, let alone the sheer height of it and how easy it would be to climb over the railings. You loved it, though; it was the perfect spot to practice tight turns and barrel rolls. That is, until a student at the very top calls out to you and nearly knocks you to your death. 

“Nice flying, lily pad!” 

You yelped in surprise, grabbing tightly to the broomstick under you and willing it to a screeching halt, casting a scathing glare to the boy who scared you silly. 

Sebastian Sallow lowered his hand from where it was raised in a wave, his face morphing into a bashful look of regret— a very similar face to the one he made when you first met. 

“Sorry…” he said, an apologetic smile creasing his face. 

As you flew closer to him, you heard a second voice come from his right. “Honestly, Sebastian. Because calling out to them went so well last time.” 

In your fright, you didn’t notice one Ominis Gaunt on the other side of the boy, his hair lightly ruffled by the freshly spring breeze and dislodging his normally perfect quiff. They were both dressed smartly in their casual weekend clothes— a starched cream button down with rolled sleeves under a forest green sweater vest and pressed dark brown corduroys for Ominis, and a patchwork brown sweater tucked into black trousers for Sebastian. Your heart gave a little lurch at how nice the blond looked outside of uniform. 

Strange, you thought to yourself. That was a reaction you hadn’t felt before. 

The troublesome brunette smiled again as you reached them, his arms now resting on the railing of the tower in a similar position as his counterpart, letting his body lean slightly over the edge. His hand bumped against Ominis’ clasped together ones. 

“Oh hush,” he mused. “Here they are, safe as life.” 

The blond snorted but didn’t say anything, just fondly rolled his eyes at his best friend. 

You cocked your eyebrow at Sebastian, joining the conversation from your perched position in the air. “What did you call me, Sallow?” You nodded in greeting to the other boy. “Hello, Ominis.”

He nodded in return, beaming at the sound of your voice. 

The brunette jokingly winced, clutching at his chest like you personally hurt him. “Reduced to last names only? You wound me, lily pad.” He relaxed again, laughing at your confused face. “Well, seeing as you fell into a pond when we first met, I thought it was an apropos nickname, don’t you think?” 

You looked at him with amusement, gesturing with your head towards the quiet blond boy. “Ominis was the one with the plant on his head, not me.” 

The Slytherin in question groaned, dropping his chin towards his chest. “Don’t remind me.” 

“That is true,” the freckled teen said. “But Ominis would hex me where I stand if I dared call him that.” 

“And what makes you think I won’t do just that?” You smiled now, big and bright against the sunny sky as you goaded him on. 

“A chaotic sense of trust and a normally accurate read on people's true intentions?” He joked. “That, and I know that my friend here wouldn’t let anything bad happen to me.” He slung his arm across the grinning boy’s shoulders, flashing you a cheeky grin of his own. 

Ominis picked up Sebastian’s arm by the sleeve, his forefinger and thumb pinched around the fabric as he dropped it back to his side with a wrinkle of his nose. “On the contrary,” he teased. “I think I’d let them. Could take you down a peg.” 

You liked this side of him, you decided. The humorous side. The carefree side. It was much better than the prickly pine of a boy that you met by the Greenhouses. 

Sebastian’s mouth dropped in shock as he laughed, a smile still tweaking the corners of his lips. “Et tu, Brute?” 

The blond chuckled, “Don’t quote Shakespeare to me when you barely remember the plot of the play, you swot.” 

“I remember it enough to know a betrayal when I see one.” 

“Anyway—” you cut in, stopping their banter before it got too far along. “What are you two doing up here on this fine day?” 

Ominis jumped at the sound of your voice, forgetting you were there for a moment. You watched that lovely shade of red cross his nose and cheeks for the second time since meeting him, a smirk of your own growing on your face as you saw him look to the side, smiling bashfully. 

You would dissect the fact you just called him lovely later. 

The brunette sighed contentedly as a breeze blew through the valley. “Just enjoying the beautiful weather for once.” 

He looked to his side, catching sight of the last dregs of color painting the tips of his friends' ears. An idea seemed to spark to life in his mind, his eyes flicking between the blushing blond and the stupid, proud smile turning your mouth. His own carefree grin stretched mischievously. 

“Say…” he drawled. “I was just talking to Ominis about teaching him how to fly. Kogawa just kind of left him alone in first year when she taught the basics.” 

The lithe Gaunt frowned in confusion. “No you weren’t. You were talking about how pretty Poppy looked—” 

“But—” Sebastian cut him off. “Since you already have your broom out, and you seem more than capable, maybe you could help him figure it out.” 

Ominis stuttered at the notion, his eyes widening once he picked up what his roommate was trying to do. “Sebastian wait—” He turned to you, looking quite like a gasping fish, opening and closing his mouth as he searched for the right words. “You—you don’t have to do that—” 

“I’d love to.” You cut him off. 

He stilled, shoulders relaxing minutely. Perhaps this wouldn’t be too bad for him. “Oh. Um— are you sure? I-It may be a lot of work—”  

You cut him off again, that smile that hadn’t left your face since joining him atop the tower still evident in your voice. “I would love to teach you how to fly, Ominis.” 

He let his own smile finally return then, a soft thing that made your heart feel strange, warm, almost, in your chest. “Okay. Thank you.” His voice was soft when he spoke— sweet like a melody. 

Silently, you took back what you said to yourself earlier. You liked this side of him more. The shy, entirely too cute for his own good, side. 

Sebastian clapped him on the back, dissolving the strange, but comforting, tension that was brewing between you and the pretty blond. “See? Everything worked out.” He simpered, triumphant, before speaking directly to Ominis. “You’re in good hands, my friend.” 

He tilted his head towards you then, his voice raising so you could hear better. “Right, lily pad?” 

You nodded, saluting him with two fingers. “Sir, yes sir.” 

Ominis chuckled, directing his next words towards where you were still hovering. “Meet you by the quidditch pitch? Half an hour?” 

His heart stuttered at how tender your voice was when you replied, like your words were just for him to hear. “See you there.” 

He nodded at you in farewell, turning on the balls of his feet and walking towards the spiral stairs, the red tip of his wand blinking through the shadows. You watched him go, that stupid, dopey grin making its way back on your face as you thought about what it would be like to spend time with him— alone. 

Sebastian cleared his throat, drawing your mind away from the pleasant images of Ominis’ charming disposition and towards the brunette’s smug, annoying sneer. 

“What?” You asked, irritation leaking into your tone at that troublesome look in his eyes. 

“Nothing! Nothing.” He held up his hands placatingly, backing away from the railing finally and turning in the direction that his friend had just left in— his Cheshire smirk somehow got wider, stretching his cheeks almost unnaturally. The brunette called over his shoulder to you as he walked away, “Have fun!” 

The first thing you saw once your feet touched the ground in front of the quidditch pitch was Ominis dressed to the nines in a cocoon of padding. You held in your snickers as you took him in in all his glory, observing first the knee pads and chest harness wrapped around his limbs, then moving your eyes up towards the thick, pillowy protection decorating his shoulders, until finally your eyes locked onto his baby blues peeking out from under the much too-large hard hat covering the entirety of his forehead. That was the moment you truly lost it, giggles pittering out of your throat as you struggled to speak through the laughter. 

“Ominis, what in Merlin’s name are you wearing?” 

You had the decency to quiet your sounds at the self-conscious look that crossed the blond’s features, instead admiring the pink that twinged the tips of his ears through the helmet. He reminded you of a story your mother used to tell you before you went to sleep— a little mouse who was born with ears twice the size of his head. You couldn’t help but draw a comparison to how the tiny fellow’s ears flopped out from under his hat to the increasingly rosy ears of your Slytherin companion. 

Ominis puffed his chest like an irate diricawl, straightening his back and squaring his shoulders against his tiny shakes of insecurity. “Quidditch gear! It’s important to be safe when in the air, you know.” 

You laughed again at how ridiculous he was in that moment, preening like a proud peafowl, sans the feathers. He deflated slightly, fighting against the small smile that was threatening to crease his lips at the sound of your joy, even if it was directed at him. You took the look creasing his face as one of disheartenment, crossing the small distance between the two of you and patting him gently on the shoulder. 

“I’m very sorry, Ominis. You look quite dashing like that.” You simpered, stifling your laughter once more in an attempt to salvage the blond’s pride. 

The young Gaunt shrugged off your hand halfheartedly, turning his face away from you and grumbling to himself under his breath. You distinctly caught the word “twat” being muttered before he shook off the final dregs of color from his face. You sincerely apologized this time when he looked back at you, his eyes focused just over your shoulder. He nodded his head, a tiny smirk tweaking the corners of his lips as his way of saying he took no offense. 

A grin split your cheeks at the possible debauchery that invaded your thoughts. With a quick, sharp gasp, you feigned interest in something just off to the side of the both of you, craning your neck enough that the blind boy would surely take notice. 

“Oh my, what’s that over there?” 

He quickly whipped his head to the side, stretching so that his ear was focused for any strange sounds. “What is it? What did you see?” 

You smiled wider, mischief swimming in your eyes that the boy couldn’t see. He was so focused that he didn’t notice your nimble hands approaching his head, wrapping around the sides of his helmet and quickly yanking it off. 

“This!” You said, promptly dropping the head protection towards the ground before punting it far into the air with a grand kick. It flew with the birds just arriving back from their flight south, rotating like a planet on its axis against the clouds before falling back to earth, bumping down the canyon leading towards the thin river stretching along the school grounds. 

Ominis stood stock still at your left, his mouth opening and closing in shock as he heard his precious protection tumble down the grass and splash into the water below. His eyes were the size of saucers, eyebrows raised into his hairline and his blond tresses fluttering in the breeze blowing through the valley, giving him a delightful case of helmet hair. You shook with laughter, sputters of mirth cresting out of your chest and filling the air around you with the sweet twinkle of your happiness. He liked this side of you, he reasoned. The mischievous side. The cheeky side. It was much more preferable than the crestfallen and meek lilt of your voice that he drew out when he first declined your help all those months ago outside the Greenhouses. 

Even still, you did not know him well enough to know that he enjoyed just as much knavery as his freckled best friend. How could he not take advantage of this moment? It was incredibly rare that he made new friends, after all. 

Ominis schooled his face into one of outrage, squaring his shoulders in faux indignation as he shook his head. 

“Outrageous!” He spat. “It was a mistake coming here. If this is how you treat your friends, I shan't stay a moment longer.” 

He bit his lip to stifle the laugh that threatened to spill out, turning on the balls of his feet like he was about to stomp his way back to the castle. Just like he thought you would, your laughter quickly ceased its tumultuous volume, a somber look crossing your face as you grabbed at his arm. 

“Ominis wait!” You cried, a frown turning down the corners of your mouth and eyebrows scrunched above your eyes. “I’m sorry, that was rude of me.”

He could hear your honesty in your words, and he almost felt bad for making you feel like you’d done something wrong. Almost. 

“It was just meant to be a bit of fun. I didn’t mean to offend—”

He couldn’t hold it in anymore. A low chuckle spilled from his lips, rumbling his chest. You could feel the sweet vibrations where your hand was still latched around his, quite pronounced, you realized, bicep. 

Your mouth dropped open in mock outrage, a smile turning your mouth just as quickly as the frown did earlier. “You prick!” 

The grin in your voice just made him laugh harder, his arms raising to press against his stomach in elation. You started laughing along with him again, releasing his arm (not without a final squeeze against his muscles that you refused to acknowledge, of course) and smacking him lightly with both of your hands, each one hitting with a soft thwack. 

Ominis, still giggling in gaiety, caught both of your wrists in his hands, holding them as soft as one would stroke a butterfly's wings as he finally turned to face you. The smile stretching his cheeks was enough to knock the wind out of your lungs. 

“Ouch! Quit hitting me, you muppet!” 

You weakly struggled against his hold, thinking to yourself that the silent strength of his warm palms wrapped around you felt quite nice. 

“That’s not fair, Ominis!” You simpered, a giggle still dangling from your stretched lips. 

“All is fair in devilry, my dear.” The blond said, his breathing finally calming down. 

Looking into his eyes, still squinted in happiness and glowing brighter than the moon on a cloudless night, you fought the urge to flip his grip around and take both of his hands into yours. Color bloomed across the bridge of your nose at the thought— if anyone were to see you now, you’d blame it on being in the sun for too long. 

Little did you know, Ominis was fighting a similar urge within himself: the urge to run his thumbs across the pulse point on your wrist and bathe himself in the soft thrum of your heartbeat. 

Shaking yourself from the foreign, but not entirely unwelcome, emotion warming your chest, you gently pulled your wrists from the Gaunt boy’s grasp, smiling softly to yourself at the grin still stretching his face and the carefree look in his eyes as you summoned your broom from the ground.

“Well, my dear,” you teased, prodding the boy in the chest with the end of your broom. “I say we take to the skies while there’s still daylight, shall we?” 

If he was bashful about the term of endearment he called you, he didn’t show it. Instead, he summoned the school-owned broom into his hand and presented you with his arm, waiting like a debonair gentleman for you to rest your hand in the crook of his elbow. You gladly took it, guiding him excitedly into the grandiloquent quidditch pitch so your lesson could begin. 

Ominis prided himself on how quickly he determined the disposition of a person— it was one of the strengths of being blind, after all. What he couldn’t gather from sight, he learned through his stronger senses: sound and touch. His wand helped him a majority of the time with everything else, particularly body language. People don’t realize how much they give away about their personalities through how they hold themselves. He knew everyone in the castle— was always aware of them— by their cadence. Sebastian was brash— confident— his footfalls always loud and precise. He knew how everyone saw him and he reveled in the attention. The blond was aware of Anne Sallow in the same way. He remembered how when she was at Hogwarts she was quick with her steps, her feet barely touching the ground and moving like she was constantly on a mission. This skill of his helped him immensely on a day to day basis. He knew who to avoid, who he was safe to walk by and make idle chatter with, and especially where all the professors were. He was no stranger to sneaking around after hours, of course, so it helped to know each and everyone by their general aura. He liked being aware. Awareness was safe. Awareness kept him safe. 

So it greatly troubled him at first that he wasn’t initially aware of you. 

The blond hadn’t really paid much attention to you in the past, if he was being honest with himself. Ominis liked to be in the know about everything, so the fact that you were an enigma should have intrigued him. He knew of you, sure, but you were more of a recluse— a feat worth noting, if he said so himself, particularly when taking into account that he knew nearly all secret rooms and passages in the castle. Knowing of someone, and being aware of them, he was always sure to note, were vastly different. Even still, he only really noticed you more once you had introduced yourself. You had this quiet presence about yourself— a flower growing in the crack of the pavement. Since that moment by the pond— the kindness you showed him when he did nothing to deserve it and the honeyed tone of your voice when you procured his prized possession from under the depths— the young Gaunt boy made it his goal to have you join him in the light where you belonged. He liked keeping his friends beside him, after all, no matter how few of them he had. 

Of course, he would deny that if anyone ever asked. Ominis Gaunt was not needy. He just really, really wanted to talk to you again. 

That was all. He just wanted to be more aware of you. He was aware of all of his friends. That was his secret skill— his pièce de résistance. 

That being said, this was a much higher level of awareness than he had been prepared for.

While Madam Kogowa was a force to be reckoned with, with her stoic nature and sturdy disposition, you were a gentle but firm study. You directed him through the basics of broom handling, tapping him on the shin with your foot to correct his placement and letting your warm hands carefully place his fingers in the correct positions on the shaft. Each movement had a purpose; it was almost like a dance, but only you could hear the music. Above all else, you never lingered. You never tried to direct the boy by grabbing at him and pulling like so many people often did— even Sebastian, on occasion, if he wasn’t thinking through his actions. But, you never did that. Each time your fingers would brush against a part of his body, you would retreat out of his personal space. If it was anyone else, he would have appreciated the gesture. But, the more your soft hands touched his, every time your body heat would hover just so against his clothed arms, he wished you would linger, and he didn’t know what to make of it. 

Ominis Gaunt knew a lot of things. He knew that the sun would rise every morning and the moon would rise every night. He knew that honeysuckle was his favorite scent and earl grey was his favorite tea. He knew that he was different from his family in every way that mattered. He knew that Sebastian and Anne were his brother and sister, even if it wasn’t by blood. 

What he didn’t know, though, was how he felt about you. He didn’t like not knowing things. 

For once, Ominis, the ever Emotionally Intelligent boy that he was, was at a loss. 

Whatever this emotion in his chest was, though, he liked it— how it felt at least. It was warm, and after growing up in a house that was the metaphysical embodiment of cold, he craved warmth more than anything. 

“Ominis? Are you alright?” 

Your sweet cadence broke through the ever constant bustle of thoughts in his brain, silencing all sporadic movement in its tracks and leaving just the softness of your voice to fill his ears. He loved how you said his name— how you were sure to always mention that you were talking to him and him alone in your sentences. Even before when you were talking to Sebastian, you directed everything at him with one simple word. It wasn’t like it was the first time someone had ever addressed him directly in a conversation, it was proper etiquette after all, but the way you said it made him almost appreciate the foreign-ness of it— the distinct other-ness of his name compared to those of his peers. There was something lovely about the musicality of the vowels and consonants when you said it: Ominis. He’d never noticed how it rolled off the tongue before. Particularly, how it rolled off your tongue. Shaking himself from his thought spiral, it took him a moment to fully grasp what you had said in completion; it was like he was hypnotized by the gentle sway of your words. 

“Hmm? Oh, yes— yes, my apologies. I was simply lost in the clouds for a moment.” 

The boy could hear your steps as you paced around him— feel your eyes boring into his clothes with enough intensity to set him ablaze. Yet, there was a softness there, as well. Much like everything else to do with you, there was a pleasant heat to it, like a fire after a long winter day. You seemed to study him like Sebastian would study a book he hadn’t previously read, curiosity brimming under the surface and a yearning for understanding swimming in your aura, painting it a lovely shade of sunlight. Underneath your gaze he felt vulnerable— practically naked, even with his layers of clothing. You were gazing at him so intensely, it was almost like you knew more about him than you let on, like you could see right into his soul and pick him apart piece by piece until there was nothing left but his fragile beating heart in your hands. 

For a moment, he was considering letting you do just that.

“What exactly are you doing?” He asked, trying to ignore the goose-flesh rising on his arms. 

You stopped then in front of him, your face close enough that he could feel the warmth of your breath against his cheek when you spoke, the timbre of laughter dressing your words. “Well, I hope you enjoyed your time up there, because you’re about to experience it for real.” He could nearly feel your smile against his skin and it nearly sent him spiraling. “I promise, everything will be alright.” 

His heart was beating too hard for him to care that you ignored his question. 

Ominis nodded, all reason thrown to the side and down the hill with his helmet because of you— your proximity, your grace, your laugh. How he adored your laugh. Even after knowing you for just under a year and talking to you a total of twice, your laugh was slowly becoming one of his favorite sounds. 

Yes, Ominis the All Knowing did not know why he felt like this around you, but, Merlin help him, he was going to figure it out one way or another. 

Ominis was flying much higher than he should, that much was for certain. Perhaps this was truly a bad idea, you mused to yourself as you watched him cling to the single piece of wood keeping him afloat. Without the padding he had, begrudgingly, shrugged off moments before take off, he was quite light it would seem. All it took was a particularly strong gale and he was soaring higher than the stadium pillars. Neither of you had taken into account the breeze that flew in from the coast that day in your assessment, the air carrying the lovely scent of pine and a hint of the salty sea. While the ground portion of the lessons had gone well, the air portion was proving to be quite tedious. 

You could hear the air cutting against the wood of his broom as he raced around in circles, screams like that of a banshee ripping themselves out of his throat as he fought against the possessed carousel he found himself stuck in. If it wasn’t such a dire circumstance, it would have honestly been quite funny. Around and around he went, slowly making his way from one end of the quidditch field to the other like a tornado shifting itself across a barren field. It was amazing he hadn’t gotten sick yet. 

The startled shrieks from the boy sent you into motion, quickly grabbing your broom from the ground and speedily making your way to the terrified blond, climbing up, up, up into the sky until you were parallel with his frightened form. You were sure that if you reached up with your full wingspan, you could touch the stratus clouds streaming across the brilliant blanket of blue above you. Ominis’ entire body was rigid, his arms locked around the handle of the broom in a gripping hug and legs nearly fused together at the ankles from the strength he was exerting trying to stay upright. His features, from what you could tell, at least, were just as tight. You caught a glimpse of a deep frown, furrowed eyebrows, and tightly closed eyes. 

There was no time to feel guilty as you raced after him, keeping to the far right of his cyclone and out of the way of any flailing limbs in case he, Merlin forbid, decided to let go. This entire thing was a bad idea. The next time you saw Sebastian you were going to throttle him into next week. You weren’t stupid, you knew that he suggested this because he wanted you and Ominis to get to know each other more— ulterior motives aside, he just wanted to be a good friend and expand the blond’s horizons. 

And now here he was, quite literally against the horizon. 

What were you possibly thinking, agreeing to help him? 

You weren’t thinking, was the thing. You were distracted by how his hair was ruffled in just the perfect way and his cheeks were that stupid, adorable shade of pink from the early spring breeze chilling his skin. 

You prayed he could hear your voice over the wind roaring in his ears. “Ominis, you need to stop spinning!” 

“I don’t bloody know how!” His voice sounded like it was coming from all directions at once. 

Well, at least he stopped screaming. 

“Unwrap your legs, it’s throwing off your inertia!” 

“My what?” He questioned, his voice rocking back and forth as he got closer and farther from you in a constant pattern. 

You shook your head, “Nevermind! Just do it!” 

He hesitantly did as he was told, releasing the death grip he had on the broom with his thighs and unlocking his ankles. Sure enough, he stopped spinning. 

He was still zipping back and forth across the stadium of course, but, as the saying goes, baby steps. 

You flew next to him now, able to finally catch up with his motions and be within arms reach if things go wrong. His upper torso was still practically glued to the shaft of his broom, causing his increasing speed. At this point his wand was nothing more than a pretty accessory trapped between his clenched fingers— there was no way it was picking up anything to help the boy sense his surroundings better. 

For a lack of better terms, Ominis was flying blind. 

You called out to him again, trying to keep your tone gentle so as to not stress him out more. This was a very delicate situation; one wrong move and there would be a Slytherin shaped hole in the middle of the Quidditch field. 

“Okay, Ominis. Now, lean away from the stick.” 

He made a noise similar to a kneazle who just had its tail stepped on. “I can’t!” 

Annoyance festered in your gut. “Yes, you can! Just loosen your grip. You’ll be okay, I promise!” 

He scoffed— well, as close to a scoff as he could muster. “If I remember correctly, you said the same thing before we got into this mess. Bugger all your promise did, then!” The broom wobbled underneath him and his arms latched on tighter. “And what part of ‘I can’t’ do you not bloody understand? If I let go, I’ll fall!” 

You groaned, throwing your head back in exacerbation. “Oh for the love of all things good—”

You had to think fast— things were getting much more complicated than you had originally imagined. Every lap back and forth across the arena was getting closer and closer to the trees that lined the tall walls of the Hogwarts grounds. One more lap and the boy was likely to slam into a tree before even being able to stop himself. The broom under you began to shift against your weight, feeling your rising panic wash through your body like an oncoming tide. 

The time for gentleness had passed. It was time for action.

“Listen, I know you’re scared, but we are far past the time for proper broom etiquette. I’m going to need you to jump.” 

The Slytherins head whipped in your direction faster than the wind slamming against your face. “Like hell I’m doing that!” 

He faced forwards again, every muscle in his expression screaming trepidation. He knew you wouldn’t just tell him to jump if there wasn’t a very important reason to do so. Gods, he hated how much he trusted you already, even when you were telling him to do something that would most definitely get him killed. 

“You’re actually trying to kill me. Sweet Merlin, my time has come.” 

You felt bravery rear its head deep inside of you, turning your words to stone— solid, sturdy, and twice as strong as the cement holding your grand school together. 

“Ominis, if you don’t jump right now, that tree you’re speeding towards is going to kill you— not me. You have to jump. I will catch you.” You swallowed against the nerves lodged just under your jaw, mustering all the courage you had into your next statement— words forged in steel stronger than damascus itself. “I swear on my life, I will not let you fall.”  

You could see every nerve in his body fire off all at once, scorching his entire existence in a flame of fear. He seemed to be struggling against himself, fighting the urge to go down with the ship and instead listen to your words. He knew that you would not fail him; your time together may have been short, but your desire to help others— your desire to help him of all people— was something that even he could not balk at. The thought of death reared its ugly head, and the young Gaunt knew that if he did not act soon, he truly would be just another pretty dead thing for nature to swallow whole. A lovely way to go, he thought, just got today. 

With a lack of grace that he was becoming accustomed to as of today, his body moved before his mind could process what it was doing, and he jumped. 

Against the screaming wind in his ears as he began his plummet to the ground, he heard the school broom slam into the tree just beyond the pitch, its once well used, but sturdy, wood splintering in every direction before tumbling to the grass below. 

“Levioso!” 

With one swish of your wand, you caught the boy in the air, carefully lowering him onto the back of your broom and allowing his shaking arms to snake around your waist before gently gliding the both of you to the ground. He’s off faster than a flash of lightning once he can feel the grass below his feet, wrenching his hands away from your wool sweater like it burned him before lowering shakily to his knees and all but toppling over against the earth. His chest heaved with each inhale and collapsed against every exhale as his unseeing eyes stared above, silently thanking every god he could name that he survived what he had ultimately decided he should not have. The relief from the both of you was palpable in the air, coating the once cool spring breeze with a blanket of stillness. Unsure if you should leave him to his thoughts or help him up like any friend would— if you could even call yourself a friend of his anymore— you decided to find a safe middle ground by carefully making your way over to him, steps sure but soft like one would approach a nervous puffskein in case he decided that he didn’t want your company ever again, and laid down an arms distance away. 

Unlike what you thought he would do, Ominis seemed to relax a bit once he felt your presence, letting his shoulders fully fall against the grass and allowing the tenseness that had befallen him to release into the world around him. Now that he was on land again, he felt safe— safe next to you, lying silently next to him underneath the afternoon sun. 

It was a while before either of you spoke, just letting the calming presence of nature around you seep into your bones like flowers to sunlight. 

“I am never doing that again.” Ominis said, a sigh heaving from his chest as he fisted the soft earth below his fingers. 

You laughed lightly, a tiny thing that got caught in the breeze much too quick for the boy’s liking. “I do not blame you— nor will I make you.” 

He chuckled in return, closing his eyes and fully basking in the last dregs of warmth breaching over the horizon before the chill of night settled across the Hamlet. “I’m pleased to hear that. It wouldn’t be a very friend-like thing to do to attempt my murder again.” 

A smile broke across your face at his words. “You’d still consider me a friend? I thought for sure that little excursion would have put a damper on whatever iota of a cordial relationship we had going for us.” 

He scoffed, reaching across the space between the both of you until he located your fingers. He took them into his own, intertwining his hand with yours. “I have had friends put me in much more dangerous situations than that, I assure you.” 

Ominis leaned his head to the side, an easy smile stretching the corners of his lips as he spoke his next words directly to you. “My dear, I fear you’re stuck with me now.” 

Your heart sputtered in your chest, tripping over its beats like a newborn hippogriff before it learns to fly. Heat painted your cheeks the color of the sunset far above your heads. 

“I think I’m alright with that,” you said, voice taking that softness that you’ve come to realize was reserved just for him. 

He did not let go of your hand until night had fallen and he safely walked you back to your common room, your broom tucked under his free arm while you led him with the other. Upon reaching the door he turned, fully facing you and smiling so sincerely that your heart nearly stopped for a second time within the span of an hour. His wind-tossed hair fell against his pale forehead, cascading just above his resplendent eyes and making him look like a renaissance painting. 

His words only reached your scrambled mind once he turned to leave. “Until next time, lily pad.” 

Oh. Oh. Oh no. 

This was going to become a problem.

like what you read? here's more!

[sapphim]

Welcome to Does Varric Know Their Name? Part 1: Aveline, Bethany, and Carver edition.

Or, all the dialogue in DA2 in which Varric refers to Hawke's companions; by name, nickname, or otherwise. For reasons. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Part 2: Isabela, Merrill, and Tallis Part 3: Anders, Fenris, and Sebastian

(To preface, Aveline was actually kind of difficult, because despite never giving her a nickname, he doesn't actually refer to her by name as often as one may expect? Certainly significantly less than he does (spoilers!) Isabela. As far as I can tell, he largely abstains from getting cheeky about it when it comes to referring to her. I've scraped together what I found but if you notice I've missed anything, please let me know and I'll add it.)

Aveline

Combat barks

Varric: Holy mother of green cheeses! How'd they take that woman down?

Act 1 (Banter)

Varric: So what do you do, Aveline? Aveline: You know I'm a guard, why are you asking? Varric: I mean in your off-duty hours. For fun. You've heard of it, I hope? Aveline: These are my off-duty hours. Varric: And the trend of you scaring the piss out of me continues.

Act 1 (The Way It Should Be)

Aveline: Varric, no. Varric: You're the captain, or you will be. It'll be easy. Aveline: I'm not petitioning the viscount to help you steal ownership of the Hanged Man. Varric: Steal? Madam, you wound me. Aveline: I'm about to.

Act 2 (Banter)

Aveline: Blondie, Sunshine, Daisy, Rivaini… what am I? Varric: Beg your pardon? Aveline: You don't call anyone by name except for me. Where's my nickname? Varric: That's not true. There's Hawke. And Bianca. Aveline: Hawke is a family name and Bianca is a crossbow. Don't change the subject. Varric: Haven't thought of a good one yet. What do you think of "Red"? Aveline: Too common. Varric: Well, when you think of one, let me know.

Act 3 (Banter)

Aveline: Why are you still here, Varric? Varric: Starkhaven's too pretentious for me and Cumberland's too boring. Aveline: You always say you hate commitment, but here you are, six years later, still at Hawke's side. Varric: Aveline, I thought you'd have noticed by now: I lie a lot. Aveline: Strange, I always thought I'd wind up arresting you some day. Varric: If I ever decide to get caught, Aveline, you'll be the guard I let catch me. Aveline: How are you at finales, Varric? Varric: I'm expecting some practical experience fairly soon. Aveline: Make it a good one, will you? Varric: For you, madam, endless sunsets and roses.

Act 3 Climax (Banter)

Merrill: How do you do it, living in this city without picking a side? Doesn't it matter to you? Varric: Of course it does. That's why I don't take sides. Merrill: That doesn't make any sense. Varric: I’ve got you and Aveline, Fenris and Anders. Hawke. Isabela.

Legacy DLC (Ambients)

Varric: Why does it always have to be so complicated? Varric: Can't Aveline just bash through the wall? Aveline: Very funny, Varric.

Carver

Combat barks

Varric: Hang on, Junior, help's on the way!

Act 1 (Banter)

Varric: You know, Junior, it's eerie how much resemblance there is between you two. Carver: We're brothers. What's eerie about that? Varric: Oh, you thought I meant Hawke? I was talking about Gamlen. Carver: Maker, I hate you, dwarf. Varric: You know, Junior, you're looking at this all wrong. Carver: Whatever it is you're about to say, I'm not interested. Varric: I'm a professional younger brother. Trust me, the center of attention's the worst place to be. Carver: Varric. Varric: Carver. Carver: Still think you're helping while burying us in debt to your brother? Varric: Still riding side-saddle while bitching at your betters?

Act 2 (Ambients)

Varric: Hawke, about Junior… Maker, I'm sorry. Bartrand will pay for this, I swear.

Act 2 (Plans for the Future)

Hawke: No plans yet. I'm simply trying to look out for my mother. Varric: I suppose after the whole business with Carver, it's a good idea to hang on to what you've got.

Act 2 (Family Matter)

Varric: Carver would still be here if it weren't for Bartrand. Varric: He has to answer for that. I have to set this right… as much as that's possible. Varric: I should thank you for your help with my brother. Varric: He deserved to die after what happened to Carver, but… I couldn't have gone through with that on my own.

Legacy DLC (Introduction)

Carver: Yes, it's all a big joke. Typical. Varric: Oh, don't get your knickers in a knot, Junior.

Legacy DLC (Banter)

Varric: What's the matter, Junior? Three assassination attempts! You're the center of attention! I thought you'd be happier. Carver: To lure my sister into a trap! Not for me! Varric: It's a start! Keep at it, and pretty soon, you'll get some thugs of your very own. Varric: You've been away too long, Junior. Carver: Running short of fodder for your stories? Varric: Do you know another lovable lug with more sword than sense? Carver: With passion’d breath comes darkness, but with many against Her, She finds His Light untiring as it parts the Veil. Isabela: Not sure if I'm aroused or scared. I like it. Varric: Junior took down the Rivaini? Who’s telling this story?

Mark of the Assassin DLC (Banter)

Carver: How do you put up with Bartrand? He's the most arrogant horse's ass I've ever met. Varric: It's not that hard, Junior. He's my brother. Carver: Don't start with that "unconditional love" rubbish. Varric: Forget family ties: I have blackmail material forever. At any point, I can launch into the story of how he peed himself at a grand ball.

Mark of the Assassin DLC (Rescue)

Carver: Go ahead. I know you're thinking it, dwarf. Varric: What? What did I do now? Carver: "Your sister wouldn't have gotten lost! She'd have us all back at the tavern by now!" Varric: Actually, I was thinking, "All these hallways look alike." But sure, knock yourself out, Junior. Carver: So, we're lost. Varric: Just like old times. Carver: Maker, I hope not. I was an ass. Varric: (Laughs.) Fair comment, Junior. All right, let's get this done.

Narration

Varric: The Grey Wardens left Kirkwall. It was months before we learned Carver survived. Varric: Carver joined the templars, just as he said he would. He didn't turn in the Champion, at least. Varric: I felt responsible for Carver's death. He was a good lad, and met a bad end.

Bethany

Act 1 (Introduction)

Hawke: You must have heard of my sister as well, then. Varric: Only a little. She is certainly welcome to come, but I'll leave that up to you. Bethany: Frankly, I'd rather you take the credit. Varric: Madam! Your secrets are safe with me.

Combat barks

Varric: Hold on, Sunshine, I'm coming!

Act 1 (Banter)

Bethany: Are you really not afraid of apostates? Not even a little? Varric: Sunshine, I'm a dwarf, in case you missed that detail. Bethany: Dwarves aren't completely immune to magic, you know. Varric: No, no, no! I meant there are at least thirty people in this town who'd murder my family over trade deals. Varric: So… Milady Sunshine, what's your first act as a noblewoman going to be? Bethany: A noblewoman with no fortune and no title? Looking for work, probably. Varric: Practicality is for peasants, my lady. You need to do something frivolous to celebrate your birthright. Bethany: Such as…? Varric: Come up to the Hightown Market and complain bitterly that there's no Orlesian silk that matches your eyes. Bethany: But what if something does match my eyes? What will I do, then? Varric: Insist that they're blatantly copying you, and demand royalties. A good noble always has a complaint ready, Sunshine.

Act 1 (Deep Roads Expedition)

Bethany: I'm not going to last until the surface. It's coming on faster. Varric: We're in the middle of nowhere. There's no way… oh, Sunshine…

Act 2 (Ambients)

Varric: Poor Sunshine… Bartrand will pay for her death, I promise you.

Act 2 (Plans for the Future)

Hawke: No plans yet. I'm simply trying to look out for my mother. Varric: After everything that happened with Bethany, that's probably good thinking.

Act 2 (Family Matter)

Varric: If it weren't for Bartrand, Bethany would still be here. Varric: He has to answer for that. I have to set this right… as much as that's possible. Varric: I should thank you for your help with my brother. Varric: He deserved it after what happened to Bethany, but... I couldn't have gone through with that on my own.

Legacy DLC (Introduction)

Bethany: I can't believe you two are joking about this. Varric: Don't worry, Sunshine. The laughter just hides the pain. Bethany: So we're just going to walk in, start cutting off heads? Varric: Don't worry, Sunshine. The bloodstains come out.

Legacy DLC (Banter)

Varric: Sunshine? What's wrong? Not feeling well? Bethany: I'm fine, Varric. Just… I expected… templars, or blackmail. I never thought our home would come under attack. Varric: Good. Keep thinking that way. It's got to be nice to think of someplace as safe. Varric: You're not looking so sunny, Sunshine. Bethany: It's not how I wanted to come back. If I did at all. Varric: Now, maybe the old place didn't roll out the welcome, but it's still home, right? Varric: Good to be out and about, Sunshine? Bethany: It's exciting, I'll say that. How much does someone want me dead to attack me in the Gallows? Varric: A Hawke attracting obsessives with a poor grasp of consequence? Color me stunned.

Mark of the Assassin DLC (Banter)

Varric: What's the matter, Sunshine? Thought you'd be enjoying the whole "fancy Orlesian estate" thing more. Bethany: I used to want this, you know? Varric: Still do. I can tell.

Mark of the Assassin DLC (Rescue)

Bethany: Aren't dwarves supposed to have some sort of "stone sense?" Varric: What good is that? Most of the chateau is stone. Knowing where the floor's at isn't going to help us. Bethany: Can't you… I don't know… always find your way around in… caves or something? Varric: Sunshine, all the caves we go to look exactly the same to me. Bethany: Keep up, Varric. I'm sure we're almost there. Varric: You've certainly quickened your stride in the last few years. Bethany: Too much to learn, or, you know, rescue. Varric: There's my Sunshine. Let's go!

Narration

Varric: The Grey Wardens left Kirkwall. It was months before we learned Bethany survived. Varric: Bethany was in the Circle, now. There was nothing we could do for her, poor girl. Varric: I felt responsible for Bethany's death. She was a good girl, and met a bad end.

[mavibonghostexpress]

I’m this close to making a another Bash headcannon-

[ashestospace]

I never really talked about Lucille relationship with other characters. So here's brief summary of it because why not.

Ciel: it's slowwwly turns into a mutual worried of each other safety and well being (emotionally and mentally) . Started as Lucille needs to protect him at all cost like the rest no matter what. Then turning to if anyone hurts her they will eat shit for sure. "You're a Phantomhive maid is your job to take down everything that gets into my path" to "you're one of the few people I find any type of comfort and understandment and if you get hurt beacuse of me again I would be very upset". He's the only one she fluently talks too after she healed up.

Sebastian: hella complicated through the start and finish. It's turns into a silent overprotectiveness over some incidents in middle of missions. Curiosity for one another true nature. But also visibly daughter and father dynamic.

Meyrin: big sister dynamic, Meyrin is found of the idea of having a other female around but feels bashful when Lucille is the one cleaning up her messes and covering for her constantly. Both of them help each other get in touch with they're more feminine side in a way? Like doing things that girls would normally do together (which they never got the chance to experience growing up)

Finnian: he quickly declared her his best friend LMAO. he's stupidly sweet towards her. She's always trying to get him out of trouble or in the middle when Sebastian scolds him. They generally good friends and he helped her open up more to the rest of the servants. He's practically the only one that can hug her with out asking. When people are "attacking" the mansion their thing is catch. Which is Finnian throwing her at enemies. NO ONE approves of it. Also picnic and naps under trees 💞

Bardroy: he's such a bad influence on her ☠️ but its just he's way of caring and teaching her how to defend for herself. Tries to be the cool uncle, (she does think hes cool beacuse of him blowing things up) she's easily amaze okay. Is always trying to make her talk, he has a lot of nicknames for her. Sebastian doesn't let them both together too long cause he knows he'll teach her how to make a bomb lmao.

Snake: he might be the only one that she actually get along with more than the other servants. It might be the snakes or the mutual not talking thing and silent understandment.they chill together while working. Let's her carry his snakes.

Elizabeth: they both think each other are cute 🥺. Lucille mainly cause she sees Elizabeth wearing all this nice things and cause she's very bubbly. While Lizzy thinks her quiet and shy personality is cute. It was a awkward start then a slight of mix feelings after the real Ciel was showed up.

Soma: thought she was Ciel new Fiance out of no where, many awkward and screaming moments came out of it. He's always babying her with Agni beacuse she doesn't dare to talk to him at all. ☠️ So he thinks that she's need like a look out for Ciel sake.

Agni: D a D, he's so gentle with her. Legit "argued" with Sebastian's when he was making her do jobs that Meyrin or him should be doing for Ciel. He's always looking after her cause he worries to much for his own good.

[bashlandrya]

sebastian ‘bash’ landry: an updated intro !

since it has been literally like 9 months since i posted his most recent intro, here is a new updated one for anyone who has not kept up with bash’s crazy dumb life. yeet

tw drugs, alcoholism, death, violence, jail, dumbassery

let me say first he’s honestly the worst, he's nice and friendly almost to an annoying extent and it will absolutely be genuine most of the time but at times he only is because he will gain something from it. he lies a shitload but can also be extremely blunt. he’s arrogant and has way too much confidence but deep down probably hates himself. he’s selfish, he’s impulsive and he might punch you if you step on his toes at a bad time. he will make elaborate excuses instead of admitting he did something wrong but has still been in jail a few times because he said ‘yeah i did it lol’ (usually when caught red handed). he also drinks way too much but denies alcoholism and he’s barely changed mentally in over a decade. it is honestly a miracle he’s not dead. ok thanks for coming to my ted trash bash talk. i love this man.

basics

name: sebastian damien landry

nicknames: bash (almost always), seb (but rarely), idiot (regularly)

birthday/age: march 22d, 1991 / thirty

gender/pronouns: cis-male / he, him

sexuality: sadly still a heterosexual

zodiacs: aries ☉ ; gemini ☽ ; sagittarius 🡕 

occupation: drug dealer (mostly weed, some cocaine and psychadelics).

hobbies: all types of adventures, his motorcycle, drinking, video games, music (he plays drums and does back up vocals in a not very serious local punk/rock/metal mostly cover band - more info here).

neighbourhood: downtown (apartment tour here)

length of time in crescent harbour: since summer 2009 (12 years)

place of birth: new orleans, louisiana (yes boi has a bit of an accent)

height: 6′5″ (195cm)

moral alignment: chaotic neutral.

positive traits: adventurous, kind-hearted, fun-loving, witty, spontaneous, humorous, clever, generous, protective, sweet and caring.

negative traits: troublesome, sarcastic, deceitful, somewhat arrogant, temperamental, impulsive, rebellious, loud, blunt, dishonest, sometimes aggressive and a bit selfish

tattoos: a seven of spades on his left pec (x). an arrow on his left outer forearm (x). the moon cycle on the right side of his torso (x). geometric tattoo on his right outer forearm (x). a wolf on his left shin (x). aries-inspired ram skull on his upper back (x). a fleur de lis on his left upper arm (x). a sloppy drunk tattoo his friend gave him a year after his mother’s death, on his right knee that just says ‘mom’.

scent: cigarette smoke, liquor, citrus, cologne.

background

Grew up just outside of New Orleans with his parents and six siblings, he’s the third (black sheep but they all love him anyway<3). His mother died suddenly when he was 18 years old and the family moved to Crescent Harbor where he repeated his Senior year in High School. 

He started getting into more trouble, arrested several times and graduated High School behind bars and then..... Continued reckless, bad behavior for the next 12 years anyway.

To some peoples’ surprise he went to College and actually has a Bachelors in Humanities. He’s dumb but not dumb.

Slept around a lot in his teens up until his first year of College when he got chlamydia and got more careful. 

Started dating the Blackwood cousin Jamie when he was 21 and they were on and off for four years, Bash going in and out of jail, until she finally left him in 2016 and moved to New York. 

Bash set out to change but didn’t succeed and kept living like he always had; going to jail a couple of times, sleeping around somewhat but with protection and disappearing out of town for weeks at a time. He once ended up staying on an island for two weeks because he got super drunk and hopped on the ferry and had no money to get back — and of course he left his phone on the mainland.

In July 2020 he reconnected with LiIy Whittaker, an old High School friend-ish. They ended up hooking up on a boat (that Bash, unknown to Lily, had stolen borrowed from her dad). 

They kept hooking up throughout the fall and in October Bash realized he had caught feelings for her and decided to tell her, only he was arrested moments after for 2d degree theft (class c felony) for stealing jewelry from the Whittaker household. He spent two weeks in jail, and found out Ian Whittaker had likely framed him, before Lily helped his sisters bail him out. 

He was proven innocent and not guilty in November and the same day Lily admitted she had feelings for him too and they started dating.

Has worked several jobs that he’s lost either because he didn’t show or because he was arrested. Between 2018 and 2020 he worked as a bouncer in a town over but was fired in November 2020 after not showing up when he was out on bail for the Whittaker case. 

After being fired he went back to dealing like he'd also done between 2015 and 2018 (that time he got out of it because his sister got him a job at the drive-in that he lost after a few months). Lily, his family, and honestly anyone who would like him not to, are not aware he deals drugs.

His mother died in the spring so during the season he drinks more and gets extra reckless and aggressive so he recently wasn’t very nice to some people........ and him and Lily are fighting a bunch at the moment.

more random shit for no reason so u can skip if u wanna lmao

Suffers with insomnia, probably because of his high alcohol consumption but also anxiety that he won’t really admit to. Went to therapy once after his mother’s death but never continued with it. 

The absolute worst at keeping track of his phone and it’s always on silent and either on low battery or just dead. It usually takes him a few days to get back to you if you text or even call. The easiest way to get a hold of him is to visit his apartment and kick on the door or wait for him to get home if he’s not there (u might have to wait a while sometimes tho....).

Has played drums since he was ten years old, starting when he found a drum set in the music room at his Elementary School. At this point he can pretty much play some songs blindfolded. He also started playing guitar at 15.

Has slightly bad eyesight but you will rarely see him in glasses, he wears contacts and usually has an extra pair with him in case he’d lose one. Which he did once when he was drunk and far away from his apartment and had to nagivate home half-blind and tipsy.

Used to skateboard a bunch but hasn’t done it much since some time in College.

Has broken a bunch of bones but most notably his nose 3 times, it’s not as straight as Casey’s.

Likes cooking and is pretty good at it. Pasta is the shit.

His motorcycle is an Indian Scout he bought in 2015 and it’s his baby. Before that he had a Suzuki VS 1400 GL Intruder from 2003 that he got in 2010 and sold to get money for the new one. He’s never owned a car butyes, he knows how to drive one.

He doesn’t dance and if he does, it’s not exactly serious.

Smokes Winston Red 100’s.

Criminal record at the bottom of this page.

Rocks a beard like seen above even though I sometimes use stubble-only gifs.

Despite his unhealthy lifestyle he manages to work out a couple of times a week and he eats.... A lot, because he knows that if he doesn’t he’ll turn into a noodle boy like he was in his teens due to his height.

[epiitaphs]

🎁 + While Bash is usually very good at giving gifts, he’s Not Sure™️ ( at the moment ) about Bucky because he’s very protective of August. However, if he knew it was Bucky’s birthday, it would be rude not to get him anything, so ... He gets a crate of craft beers and presents it with a gruff, “Well, you’re family now, aren’t you?” And maybe that’s a gift in and of itself, because it’s as close as he’s going to get right now to expressing approval.

🎁 to give my muse a present. Bonus points for specifying what it is

Bucky would call him Sebastian, because that seems only polite, given the whole Prime Minister thing, but there’s two of them. And that makes it harder. Then again, he’s not going to be meeting him in an official capacity or anything like that, so that makes it easier. Bash makes more sense as a nickname when he’s seen him shivering down by the beach.

Anyway, Bucky’s been presented with a crate of beer - that makes him plenty happy - but what Bash actually says is what makes him smile. For all that Bash talks a lot more than August does - not a hard bar to beat and not something Bucky is bothered by - he doesn’t seem to do emotion well at certain times. This is one of those. “Thanks, I appreciate it,” he says, really meaning it as he lifts the crate so August can get a look for himself. “Yeah, I’m sure something like that.” He doesn’t want to make a huge deal out of it - but it still feels a lot like one. “You should visit or something sometime.”

[scnnyfm-old]

chicago’s very own sunshine ‘sunny’ carmichael has been spotted on madison avenue driving a bmw 3 series , welcome ! your resemblance to dua lipa is unreal . according to tmz , you just had your twenty-third birthday bash . your chance of surviving new york is uncertain because you’re sensitive , but being altrustic might help you . i think being a cancer explains that . 3 things that would paint a better picture of you would be the scent of bubblegum, an abundance of house plants, and freshly baked cookies . ( cis female + she/her ) 

helloooooo ghouls, goblins, and everything in between. it’s ya girl aneesa or whatever fun nickname you wanna call me, and this is my child sunny! you can reach me via ims or catch me on discord at 𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐚 🦋☀#5408

* && 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐬

full name — sunshine carhmichael

nicknames — sunny (preferred name actually)

birthday — july 15

height  — 5′ 8″

age  — twenty-three (23)

pronouns — she/her/hers

occupation(s) — singer, record executive, fashion/cosmetics brand ceo, fashion designer, reality show star, & model

languages spoken — english (barely)

orientation — bisexual

* && 𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝒀 𝑺𝑶 𝑭𝑨𝑹...

sunshine hawthorne grew up in the foster care system, according to the letter her mother left her, she was just a teenager with strict religious parents who threw her out the minute they learned of her pregnancy, and sunshine’s father was nowhere to be seen, and giving sunshine up was easier than living on the streets trying to fend for herself and a child

SEXUAL & PSYCHICAL ABUSE TW growing up in the foster care system was a lot, she bounced from family to family, and the things that happened were unspeakable. sometimes the abuse was physical, emotional, or sexual and it just caused a lot of deep personal trauma for herself that was never resolved

this caused her to become reserved, stuck up for the underdog even if it was at her own expense, just intrinsically unselfish, has always been the mom friend to a fault

she was 10 when she got adopted into an extremely wealthy family, like i’m talking top ten wealthiest families in the states, and suddenly sunny hawthorne became sunny carmichael 

so let’s take a minute to talk about the carmichael’s 

they originate from old money, i’m talking so far back it’s unclear whether or not the money they have was obtained legally or not, this caused her parents to be a little reckless w their spending

her father: sebastian carmichael is the one who inherited the wealth from his father, who inherited it from his father, and the cycle continues, he was addicted to gambling add that to the fact that he was a serial cheater and you have an extremely poor father figure

ALCOHOL & DRUGS TW her mother: davina carmichael was a drug dependent alcoholic who spent all of husband’s money to makeup for the fact that he was cheating on her, started her own billion dollar company from scratch, plans on ‘giving it’ to sunny

the carmichaels were very problematic and all of their scandals were extremely public, in fact the only reason they adopted sunny in the first place was so that they could appear more well-rounded then they were

after that would come give siblings, and it fell upon sunny to take care of all of them, so from a young age she acted extremely mature, learned to fend for herself, and still managed to have a soul flourishing with tender spots

sunny was a gifted kid, not academically, she struggled A LOT, she had trouble paying attention, couldn’t read as well as the other kids. she got teased a lot for being ‘dumb’ and honestly hated it, it’s one of her biggest insecurities to this day. but what she lacked academically she made up for artistically, she was musically inclined, and it was clear that she loved to draw (apparent from all the doodles in the margins of her notebooks)

her family capitalized on this as if she were some sideshow attraction, come see our daughter! look how good she is at painting and doodling! pay us money! and although it made her feel like some trophy the could polish and show off, and this messed up sunshine even more because she knew deep down they didn’t love her

in high school she was the bubbly ditzy popular girl, chewed on enough bubblegum to finance a new mercedes, and just was that stereotypical girl ripped straight out of an early 00′s movie

was on the cheerleading team because again i tell you she was just living her best teen life! having an amazing time! vibing!

although her parents could give her anything they wanted and were decent enough to pay the bills for her and her siblings, she wanted to provide for herself, not have to depend on her parents for anything

she got into modeling! and although t took her a while to find her footing eventually she did, and it was a great time! but eventually parents got jealous and made her quit modeling altogether, because god forbid that she get more attention than they did

eventually (and to everyone’s surprise lmao) she went to college, and somehow got accepted into an ivy league....for art! not as surprising, but her family lied and said she went to business school bc of course they did

she went to harvard and majored in visual arts, she got her degree, and got her her happy ass out of there, mostly stayed focused on her studies, occasional party here and there

she was extremely worried about her siblings and she immediately went back home to them, surprisingly they were in one piece, not surprisingly they were being raised by nannies

she applied her visual arts degree and started designing clothes, then modeling said clothes, because although her parents had enough money to get her company off the ground, she wanted to do it by herself

and she did! finally bringing a decent name to the carmichael family!

was a guest judge on a bunch of modeling/runway shows, occasionally starred in her family’s reality tv show against her will, and was so dynamic she would be offered her own, and of course she jumped at the opportunity! 

her mother tried handing off the company to her, and she declined! instead she opened up her own company selling her designs and was very hands on in learned to make cosmetics, and her company has been doing extremely well so far, it’s set to surpass her family’s company in a couple of years

as if she didn’t have enough on her plate she wanted to pursue her singing career, ended up having a whirlwind romance w a singer that she collaborated with, they were pretty serious and talked about being engaged, but eventually things fizzled out

said romance inspired a lot of her music, and encouraged her to keep going with her music career, she even worked her way up to the title of executive of their label, she’s on top of the world

she’s come a long way from the shy girl from foster care who afraid of her own shadow, but she’s lost none of her softness!

still extremely charitable and even started multiple charities all ranging from helping fund the foster care system to providing more funding for no kill shelters (she’s a vegan!) all of her charities are nation wide and oh boy does she have a lot on her plate

has....literally no time for anything else....still tries to prove to herself that she’s definitely not stressed and has so much free time! sdflksj tries to party and have fun, but mostly craves staying inside and takes baths with scented candles and just watches the same romcom over and over again 

* && 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭

....okay so maybe it’s not completely believable that she got into an ivy league with her own merit, after all she’s not the sharpest tool in the shed and spoiler alert she didn’t

her parents bribed an admissions counselor to let their daughter in their visual arts program, they even donated enough money to renovate the art museum 

all of this happened without sunny’s knowledge and she continues to live in blissful ignorance about the whole thing

* && 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲

zodiac — cancer rising, cancer sun, & scorpio moon

alignment — lawful good

mbti — infp-t

enneagram — type 2 ( the helper )

temperament — phlegmatic

house — hufflepuff

positive traits — ( + ) altruistic , committed , conceptual , curious , courteous , determined , generous , humble , inventive , imaginative , loyal , loving , organized , passionate , playful , reliable , selfless , supportive , thoughtful , and trustworthy

negative traits — ( - ) anxious , cautious , compulsive , critical , disorganized , dogmatic ,, hyperactive , indifferent , insecure , impulsive , logical , oblivious , pedantic , protective , and resilient

* && 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

please don’t feel limited by this list because i have a brain the size of a walnut and this is all i can think of these are almost all ripped off ryker’s intro bc i’m not creative

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ 𝑭𝑨𝑴𝑰𝑳𝑰𝑨𝑳....

family friends  maternal or paternal cousins

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ 𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑪...

past crush  current crush  flirtationship except she prolly doesn’t realize bc head empty  unrequited love ( on either side )  fwbs  will they? won’t they?  someone her friends are trying to set her up with  forbidden love of some kind idk maybe not  exes on good terms  exes on bad terms  first love high school or college romances  summer romance  childhood crush friends to lovers  pr relationship somebody who leads her on 

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ 𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑪...

BEST FRIEND / ROOMMATE PLOT BASED ON NEW GIRL OR FRIENDS PLS I WILL GIVE YOU MY EVERYTHING  best friends  confidants  ride or die sibling like friends  close friends  neighbors??  enemies to friends  reunited childhood friends drunk / party friends  someone she’s a good influence on  bad influence  unlikely friends  secret friends, aka friends who do not hang around in the public eye as their family or friends may not get along  #married....just they argue and love each other like a married couple

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enemies  former best friends  frenemies

[ofvagabxnds]

( DANIEL SHARMAN. THIRTY TWO. MALE.HE/HIM. ) in texas, SEBASTIAN BARRETT is known to most as BASH. they’ve been living in newton for (most of) THIRTY TWO YEARS and currently FIREFIGHTER. some say they are ABRASIVE & ANTAGONISTIC but i’m more inclined to believe those that say they’re HONEST & RESOURCEFUL. if you walk by their house, you can sometimes hear FIRE BREATHER by LAUREL playing from their window. ( perfect paper airplanes, street lamp glow of a 3 AM parking lot, ruined reflections in a cracked mirror, the smile that lands before a fist. )

basics

Full Name: Sebastian Barrett

Nickname(s): Bash

Age: 32

Date of Birth: May 25

Zodiac Sign: Gemini

Place of Birth: Newton, Texas

Nationality: American

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Romantic Orientation: Heteromantic

Religion: None

Occupation: Firefighter

Language(s) Spoken: English

physical appearance

Face Claim: Daniel Sharman 

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Blue

Height: 6′2 or 188 cm

Weight: 185 lbs or 84 kg

personality

Positive Traits: Honest, Resourceful, Funny, Observant, Independent

Negative Traits: Abrasive, Antagonistic, Damaged, Uncaring

Goals/Desires: Bash is currently trying to figure out how to live in a world without the brother that he has never had to live without.

Fears: Being alone for too long, failing himself and his brother’s ideals of himself

Hobbies: Volunteers at local animal shelter

Quirks: He’s openly uncaring of most people he meets just to see if they’re worth putting effort into, Bash don’t feel comfortable unless he’s chewing on something. If he is not eating there has to be a toothpick, stem of grass, piece of straw or a pipe in his mouth.

Biography

Barbara Barrett was always told she would never amount to much, and considering how very hard she tried not to let people down, it was no surprise that the time she spent hanging around the Reaper clubhouse ended up being the main reason she never finished high school. She never had any ambition to be anything other than a good time and a soft place to land for men and women of the club, but she never was very careful in the ways of her groupie activities, nor did she use discretion in the way a sane person might. Her first pregnancy was a bit of a shock. She was barely 19 and truly had no idea what being a mother meant, but the father convinced her to keep the child on the basis of it might be the only one he ever had. Their amicable nature deteriorated, though, when she became pregnant with his best friend’s child and decided to keep that baby as well. The two boys, Silas and Sebastian, were born nearly a year apart, and the years that followed involved a fallout of the two members that was enough to send Barbara out of the club for good. 

Of course, she didn’t know how to take care of herself, nor the two toddlers that came with her, and so she began shopping for a provider. Several men came and went, none worth anything other than the drinks they bought her, but it was a while before one actually stuck. By that point the two brothers had learned enough in their few years to know not to depend on Barbara or whatever man she brought home that by the time she married one, they weren’t phased in the slightest. For the most part it worked out because Jeff wasn’t fond of children. The more they stayed out of his way, the better, and on the nights he got too drunk to be avoided, they learned to leave the house until the coast was clear, their favorite haven being the house next door that held a little girl who became a lifeline for the brothers. 

Necessity forced the boys to be as thick as thieves. They thrived on each other, mannerisms nearly identical, the grins always plastered on their faces never telling of their life at home. Looks were shared that covered silent conversations, and the entire town joked they must have shared one brain because it wasn’t unusual for them to tell stories together as if they’d rehearsed all of their lines. Their bond only grew stronger as they aged, much like their home life worsened as time went on. Many nights were spent sneaking into the house next door, sleeping on the floor, or on really bad nights, sleeping in the neighbor’s bed. Just as their relationship with each other grew, the years of depending on and sharing their secrets with their neighbor bloomed a love from both Si and Bash. The three became a trio, which was all fun and games until hormones arrived in their teens, and at that point both brothers were powerless to the way they fell for her. She chose Si, of course. Most people did. He was the more vibrant one, the one with the laughs and morality, while Bash was more withdrawn to the public. Si had dreams and Bash simply wanted to skate by, despite his intelligence, despite so many telling him he was meant for more. Her choice put the first rift between the brothers, for even if Bash played it off as part of the game, she had been the one thing he had wanted for himself. 

Time wound on, and as the brothers grew older, they found themselves wanting to pull as far as possible away from the club their fathers had ridden for. Silas was the one pushing them to find better ways to spend their life, and considering Bash couldn’t find a reason to care, he followed his brother blindly into the fire station where they both found themselves applying, and for a while life was normal. Silas married the girl next door, and Bash avoided talking about it at all costs. But as with most things in their life, normal wasn’t an option. A few years after the wedding, Silas fell ill. A rare cancer began devouring him from the inside out. He could only stomach a few rounds of chemo before he snapped. His terminally ill diagnosis was enough for him to want to spend the rest of his life coherent, not drugged and withering away. Bash moved in, wanting to help however he could, and though his intentions were pure for the sake of his brother, being around the girl he never completely got over, day in and day out, for the first time since their teens was something that tested the morality he didn’t always have. 

Their friendship healed over late night coffee and laughter he had missed, and by the time Silas drew his last breath, Bash was so weighted with guilt he split after the funeral. He took a job that travelled around the states, back breaking labor that allowed him to put his frustrations in his hands, but even months of tearing himself apart wasn’t enough to heal him. And so now he’s come home. Back in the town that is stained with memories of the brother he lost, Bash fell back into the routine of before. He got his job back at the station, and though he’s doing his best to avoid the past that surrounds him, he knows it is only a matter of time before all of his ghosts catch up to him. Whether it’s the girl or the club he’s been running from or both, only time will tell.

Tidbits

It’s well known that Sebastian was the lesser of the two brothers, and most of the town respectively referred to them as the bad brother or good brother.  He’s been brought into the station more than nearly any other person in town, though he never truly broke any law that was considered reprehensible. He was more like Public Nuisance Number one rather than Public Enemy.  Being a brother was his proudest quality.  He’s been diagnosed as ADHD by multiple doctors but never sought treatment.  Bash enjoys taking things apart just to see if he can put them back together.

[kyliexc]

AYOOOOOO, it me, mini from the blockkk ~ and im here to give you a very bratty kid. she’s rude, unfiltered, ride or die and a hell of a fighter. truly, i hate her but i hope you enjoy her and i wanna plot with everyone new and old pls. 

chicago’s very own kylie castillo has been spotted on madison avenue driving a bentley continental gt, welcome ! your resemblance to becky g is unreal . according to tmz , you just had your twenty first birthday bash  . your chance of surviving new york is uncertain because you’re hot tempered , but being brave might help you . i think being an aries explains that .  3 things that would paint  a  better picture of you would be a bottle of patron, messy makeup brushes and a joint. & ( female + she/her  ) +  ( mini , 23, she/her , est )

We got a pinterest board right here ! Besides that, give this a like and i’ll mssge u! 

Basic Information

Full Name: kylie valentina castillo

Nickname(s): ky, kyky, k, kybby

Age: 21

Height: 5 ft

Date of Birth: April 15th 1998

Zodiac sign: aries

Hogwarts house: slythindor (slytherin + gryffindor)

Ethnicity: mexican

Nationality: american

Gender: cis female

Pronouns: she/her

Orientation: bisexual

Religion: agnostic-catholic

Tattoos: a peach on her ass, #2 tramp stamp and canon becky g tattoos

Language(s) Spoken: english + spanish

Accent: american with a hint of spanish

Favourites

Weather: fall

Colour: yellow or pink

Music: sebastian yatra, reik, travis scott,

Movies: halloween or selena

Sport: soccer, basketball, hockey, volleyball

Beverage: tequila

Food: chicken or carne asada tacos 

Animal: lions + dogs

Family

Father: alejandro castillo, soccer player (jersey #7)

Mother: lupe castillo (molina), seamstress/designer

Sibling(s): ricky castillo

Step Siblings: jesse james altera, elissa altera

Pet(s): sushi and lola (dogs)

BIOGRAPHY

FAMILY HISTORY

kylie castillo is 2nd generation American, meaning that both pair of her grandparents immigrated to the United States a looong time ago from Mexico, and both her parents grew up in the USA. 

Her dad, alejandro castillo grew up in Los Angelos, California working to be a big time soccer player, and he got scouted but he ended up playing for MEXICO, and when he wasn’t playing for the official team, he played for Barcelona FC. So her dad made a name for himself in soccer. 

Her mom, lupe castillo molina grew up in Chicago, Illinois. She went to school and started up her own fashion brand, it was small and slowly growing as she was working as a seamstress for different companies all over Chicago. It took awhile to take off, but it did, and she had a shop in Spain bc she was illegal in the US and it was easier to stay in Spain and gain citizenship. ANYWAY, her shop blew up in Europe before getting big in the US. 

Both met in Barcelona where lupe was just a fan. it suddenly became more after they got pregnant, and after they married with their first child they decided to settle in Chicago. 

They were together until Kylie was 12 years old and her mom started seeing angelo altera, eventually marrying him for a few years. This means that she’s step siblings with lennon james and elissa altera! 

That marriage didn’t last that long, so right now both her parents are single, separated and living in different households that share the same customs. EXCEPT, kylie’s mom and dad seem to be sorta reconciling~

lupe castillo currently lives in New York for her step kids and kids while alejandro castillo still resides in Chicago, and sometimes Los Angelos. 

WHO IS KYLIE CASTILLO?

kylie was born in Chicago and she had a pretty normal childhood. she grew up in a house with her parents, siblings and grandparents under one household, growing up with hispanic traditions. She grew up speaking latin american spanish meaning she’s bilingual and is 100% PROUD of her ethnicity even though she has been told the typical slurs from ignorant people, but you know, it happens. it’s really only made her stronger as a person.

kylie has always been the closest to her dad and he implemented not just in kylie but in all of his kids that if you work hard you can achieve anything. to not let anyone tell you that you can’t do things. this was especially true with sports. ofc having a soccer player for a dad, kylie was automatically interested in soccer, all of her siblings were and are. they were known as the sports family on the block.

while her dad taught her sports and to toughen up in any situation, by no means does this mean she was a tomboy. she can play a game of soccer in 6 inch heels. if you don’t think so, she’ll prove it to you! So while her soccer interest grew, her mom would introduce kylie to clothes, makeup, cooking. all of that stuff so kylie always knew to be presentable. ‘let them judge you by what you wear so you can prove them wrong with who you are.’ is one of a thousand quotes her mom would tell her about life.

even if kylie grew up comfortable and in a good position, her parents instilled the value that you gotta work hard to get what you want. if you don’t implement blood, sweat and tears, you haven’t earned it. So if you know kylie, she’s a partier mixed with a workaholic sometimes mixed with a UFC Fighter dEKJGDKJFSGH

When her parents broke up, she went on a rebellious streak, more of a streak than the one she’s always on. she had family that weren’t the safest but for kylie it was safe. so she got involved with some shady characters, and she’s done some stufffffffffff. hmu if you wanna know more. FKJGHDFKHGJ that went on for awhile, she was wildin and she settled into her new home with her step siblings and step dad. 

Kylie is still very much closer to her dad than her mom but she loves them both, bouncing between houses and states (since her mom lives in NYC now) to hang out with each of them often. 

In a grand total, she’s a problem child that just likes to have fun. 

CAREER

There was at one point where she wanted to be a soccer player like her dad but for a women’s team. although there were times growing up where she would definitely show guys she could kick their asses in the sport. she still can! 

When her dad found out what she wanted, he made sure and he worked with her everyday to make her a better player, EXCEPT, kylie overworks herself, A LOT, even when her dad didn’t schedule practices. it didn’t work out for her in the end because during a game she really messed up her knee where she had to give up the sport.

She was DEVASTATED, and she moped for about a day before she found something else, which was makeup. She actually rlly slowly got into it, watching tutorials, practicing on her lita’s, siblings, tia’s, mom, etc. By networking through her mom’s connections, she landed a couple of gigs to do makeup for a couple of backstage things and movie productions. she was getting around to a lot of stuff.

For awhile she was an MUA, and works with a lot of different people. she doesn’t care who you are as long as you’re chill, but then she wanted to try something different and went into music. She is step siblings to lennon james, and there is a lot of musical influence in her life, so of course she was going to dip into that. 

Her style of music is primarily in spanish, targeting that market and since it’s being big in the US, she’s definitely one of the prominent artists since she’s one of the few born in America that makes this type of music. So currently she’s working out stuff with music, working on collaborations, and then doing things in other fields.

Kylie doesn’t believe in limiting herself, if she wants to do something, she’ll do it. She also very much loves to work with charities and going to marches for things she believes in, using her platform for things like that ... even if she isn’t the best person to look up to. 

PERSONALITY

kylie is literally F I E R C E. she’s got two types of personalities, one where she’s a home body and loves her family, will beat you in a quick game of soccer. she’s that bubbly girl with the laughter, sarcastic remarks followed by a smirk at the end of it

BUT

she is also that girl that when it’s time to work, she is scary. she knows what she wants, she knows how she wants it and she will get flustered when it’s not like that. she’s got a whole ‘that BIIITCH’ personality, like when she’s on the red carpet, she just has it going for her kind of thing.

but she’s a goof, and that’s something everyone will notice. she loves to make people laugh and smile. 

if you’re an asshole, those are her favorite types where she’s just drawn to those people. she really does love a challenge. 

A big thing for her is she is really hot tempered. talk shit get hit, is kinda her thing. if you wanna start an argument, don’t expect to come out of it without a scratch on you when you’re with kylie. she just has that mentality that if you don’t wanna talk it out she already has her hands up to start swinging. 

If you’re close to her, she will ADORE YOU. This girl is ride or die for anyone she loves, she doesn’t care what you did, or how other people perceive you. if you’re close with kylie, that’s all she cares about. she’s too loyal.

connections?

old school friends

old school enemies

makeup clientele

squad?

ride or die

drunk friends

sibling like friends

exes ( good + bad + messy + angsty )

crushes ?

former lovers to friends

um, anything? let’s brainstorm ! :)

[ebaeschnbliah]

THE  ‘CABIN’  ON  THE  MEADOW

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When I took screenshots for DISTRACTIONS & CONSEQUENCES I noticed a certain object on the meadow near the street where Phil deals with his unmoving car. It looks like some sort of small cabin and is caught by the camera several times in all four sequences of the boomerang case. 

More than one director of the TV series has indicated that nothing is unintentional nor a coincidence in Sherlock BBC (X  X)  Therefore the possibility exists that this object on the meadow, which can be seen multiple times, could have some meaning as well. This in mind, I took a closer look .. 

TBC below the cut ….

1 - The first time the cabin can be seen (during Phil’s visual report of the incident) it is shown only partly. First on the left, then on the right margin of the screen. It stands on the meadow next to the street but is separated from the street by a hedgerow. Therefore it most likely has nothing to do with road maintenance. Otherwise it would be rather impractical to reach.

2 - When John arrives at the crime scene and describes his surroundings via WiFi, the cabin takes a much more central position.

3 - When Sherlock explains the boomerang case to Irene, while the camera circles round them, the cabin turns up multiple times in the background.

4 - It even stays in the frame for some time when Irene explaines the case in the final sequence, while Sherlock watches, drugged by her chemistry.

Gotten curious, because I had an idea what this ‘cabin’ might possibly be, I enlarged one of the sharper pics for a better view. 

Those things can be found in various shapes and forms (some examples below) …  but I think this cabin looks a lot like a container for beehives. 

Of course, even if this cabin on the meadow is indeed a container for beehives, it could simply stand here anyway because it belongs to the person who owns that area and therefore it was caught on camera unintentionally. And naturally it would appear that often on screen because the scene was done by an allround shot. But then, who knows? If it really has to do with bees, I consider a coincident as rather unlikely. After all, bees and beehives are very well known to be closely linked with canon Sherlock Holmes, especially with his retirement upon the South Downs. 

Bees on the South Downs

“It occurred after my withdrawal to my little Sussex home, when I had given myself up entirely to that soothing life of Nature for which I had so often yearned during the long years spent amid the gloom of London.”

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“My house is lonely. I, my old housekeeper, and my bees have the estate all to ourselves.”   (ACD, The LIons Mane)

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“But you had retired, Holmes. We heard of you as living the life of a hermit among your bees and your books in a small farm upon the South Downs.'

'Exactly, Watson. Here is the fruit of my leisured ease, the magnum opus of my latter years!' He picked up the volume from the table and read out the whole title, Practical Handbook of Bee Culture, with some Observations upon the Segregation of the Queen.”

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“I shall get level with you, Altamont,' he said, speaking with slow deliberation, 'if it takes me all my life I shall get level with you!'

'The old sweet song,' said Holmes. 'How often have I heard it in days gone by. It was a favourite ditty of the late lamented Professor Moriarty. Colonel Sebastian Moran has also been known to warble it. And yet I live and keep bees upon the South Downs.”  (ACD, His Last Bow)

A small, lonely farm upon the South Downs, the soothing life of nature, keeping bees and enjoying the honey gathered by them on blossoming fields and meadows. Maybe near a lake or stream? Somewhere out in the middle of nowhere? 

As soon as I considered the possibility that the cabin on the meadow could indeed be a home for bees, I started to look at the place chosen as filming location for the boomerang case, with different eyes. What could have been the reasons for the decision to choose precisely this place? Soft, rolling hills, sometimes covered by woodland, lush green meadows, rivers, streams, small brooks and ponds are characteristic features of the South Downs. (Source of pics: Wikipedia) 

The landscape where the boomerang case takes place could easily be located somewhere in the South Downs … 

It doesn’t take much fantasy to imaginge that Sherlock’s little ‘retirement’ farm lies just round the bend of the street on the pic below, somewhere near that lake or stream. Perhaps there’s even a small boat at hand for occasional trips on the water. After all ... once a pirate, always a pirate. :)

Side note: according to the DVD commentaries for ASIB, the boomerang scene was filmed in a valley in Wales. 

As mentioned in DISTRACTIONS & CONSEQUENCES … viewing Series One as prelude for the whole story, where the first three episodes serve as introduction (ASIP), user manual (TBB) and chapter list (TGG) … the actual story told in Sherlock BBC - the crux of the matter - would then start with A Scandal in Belgravia. Here, Mycroft tells Sherlock (and the audience) that this case is about sex. Sherlock’s appearance as well as the environment chosen for the beginning of the case … 

a naked body wrapped in a pristine white sheet

a heartfelt yawn, as if just woken up from sleep

the lush green landscape of the surrounding area where the case starts

… are metaphors often used as indications for rebirth and renewal. And the boomerang case itself can be easily interpreted as a small foretaste - a teaser - of the central theme told in this episode, respectively of the whole story.

A very short summary of that case interpreted on a metaphorical level:  

A load of unacknowledged desire (obesenes) linked to a certain problem (Phil/John), causes an unmoving body (car) to explode and thus leads to ‘la petite mort’ of a distracted mind (Hiker/Sherlock), who was busily playing with a resurfaced memory (boomerang) from the past (East). The great water nearby (big emotions/Eurus), joined by a small brook (sex/Rich Brook/Reichenbach/Jim Moriarty/Mr.Sex) completes this scene in a perfect way … as do the 59 orgasmic sighs/text alerts of a phone (heart) and Sherlock’s nickname ‘the virgin’ ... given to him by Mr. Sex.

Back to the bees ...

Including a container for beehives into the very beginning of a story that looks suspiciously like a metaphor for the sexual awekening of Sherlock Holmes, shot at a place which has a great resembalnce to the South Downs, is indeed a very interesting filming choice. Bees are strongly linked to the retirement of Sherlock Holmes and therefore to the end of the story. 

Thus, the addition of bees into the boomerang case, creates a full circle and links the end of the story, the retirement of the original character Sherlock Holmes, to the sexual awakening of the same character at the beginning of ASIB in this modern adaptation. 

And it’s not the first END from canon, which is linked to a BEGINNING in Sherlock BBC. The famous quote “Good old Watson! You are the one fixed point in a changing age. There’s an east wind coming all the same …” from His Last Bow, chronologically the last of the original Sherlock Holmes stories, is taken up partly in the Unaired Pilot of Sherlock BBC, when Sherlock calls his brand new aquaintance, whom he knows at this point only for a couple of hours … “Good, old Dr. Watson” (X).

Bees and cars ….

ASIB - an unmoving car, next to a container of beehives, makes a loud, explosive noise and as a consequence causes the death of the distracted Hiker. The man is hit by the returning boomerang, his head bashed-in. 

TLD - A car moves at breakneck speed, to the strains of Beethoven’s Ode to Joy. It knocks over some bins before it releases a completely drugged Sherlock from its boot. The driver and owner of the car is Mrs. Martha Louise Hudson. According to Mrs. H. this car was financed by the income of her late husband Frank, who run a drug cartel in Florida and blew someones head off. Sherlock ensured his execution. As has been noticed by a lot of people very early on, the licence plate number contains the letters APIS. APIS is Latin for bee.

The only other person who dirves this car, also at breakneck speed, is John Watson when he comes to Sherlock’s aid in the same episode. And just like Jim Moriarty in TRF, who smashes a glass pane to get to the crown jewels, John’s weapon of choice to break into Sherlock’s room (’Am I the current king of England?') … is also a fire extinguisher.

ASIB - Another car plays an interesing role, most likely a HONDA ACCORD (see pic for comparison) which is strongly linked to the red ‘APIS’ Aston Martin from TLD. Linked by the cargo carried in its boot. It’s the first car of significance in ASIB and appears on screen prior to the boomerang case. The man found in its boot is dead. The biggest mystery though is … this man shouldn’t be there at all.

‘... according to the flight details, this man was checked in on board. Inside his coat he’s got a stub from his boarding pass, napkins from the flight, even one of those special biscuits. Here’s his passport stamped in Berlin Airport. So this man should have died in a plane crash in Germany yesterday but instead he’s in a car boot in Southwark’

Later, in the same episode, the plane crash in Dusseldorf, Germany, will turn out to be the rehearsal of the flight of the dead. The ‘maiden flight’ of ‘the dead’ never takes off though. Irene Adler is able to get to the relevant informations. She passes them on to Jim Moriarty and the criminal mastermind thwarts Mycroft’s ‘neat’ plan entirely. 

In TFP, nine episodes later, Sherlock himself becomes the pilot of the ‘flight of the sleeping’ and safely lands that plane.

Sherlock Holmes baffled ...

That’s the title John chooses for the unsolved case of the dead man in the boot of the car. This title refers to a short American silent film from 1900. It’s the earliest known film which shows ACDs detective character Sherlock Holmes on screen (X). Here John’s post reaches 1895 hits before it freezes. 

The case immediately afterwards is the one in the theatre where Sherlock takes the deerstalker hat from the prop room to disguise himself because of the press waiting outside. (Stalking the Deerstalker)

Then Phil’s car 'explodes’, the Hiker’s head gets bashed-in and Mycroft (RATIO) orders his brother to take on the 'sex case’.

Series Four of Sherlock BBC sets a lot of circles in motion which move backwards before closing. It’s very interesting and thrilling and it reminds me of the snake biting its tail … the ouroboros. :)  (X X)

A last afterthought regarding the three linked cars and where they come from: 

HONDA is a Japanese brand

SAAB is a Swedish brand

ASTON MARTIN is a British brand

Locations and directions seem to play a big role in Sherlock BBC … not to mention the EAST. Considering this, the first car is linked to the Far East, the second one comes from a place east of, but much closer to Britain and the last one is British. This reminds me of Anderson’s map, shown in MHR, and Sherlock’s supposed journey homewards, leading him from Tibet to India to Hamburg, the Netherlands and France. He travels back home from the East ... like John from Afghanistan …..

May, 2019

I leave you to your own deductions. Thanks @callie-ariane for the scripts.

[melodramaticfanatic-blog]

Window to your soul(mate) - Ch. 4

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader

A/N: originally this chapter was WAY too long so I divided it in half...now it’s shorter than I’d like...but the next section became longer anyway so maybe it evens out? (Plus the next chapter is my FAVORITE so far!!)

Warnings: Fluff and slow burn. It’s safe to assume that all my stories are going to have at least a little NSFW, 18+ and language. Just how I write.

Summary: 3 months after moving to New York City, Y/N feels like she has finally found her footing. She has a great apartment, is making friends and has a steady enough job to pay the rent. She’s even gotten used to the empty apartment across from hers…but all that changes when a handsome film star returns home after months of being away.

Master list

Ch. 1   Ch. 2   Ch. 3

Gif not mine, credit to owner

Sebastian stood in his kitchen putting together a small tray of appetizers. He didn’t really cook but he could at least manage to assemble some easy bites for friends. The actual meal was being delivered by a catering service, thank goodness. If it had been left up to his culinary skills, it would have been sandwiches all around...and not even particularly good or creative sandwiches at that. Still anyone can manage to skewer a grape tomato, a piece of mozzarella cheese and a basil leaf before topping it with a drizzle of oil. 

“Mini caprese salad bites!” he said proudly as he held one up to inspect it. “I’m ready for my cooking show Food Network. I am the fucking god of appetizers!”

Just then a soft knock drifted over the low music humming in the background of the apartment. Sebastian quickly rinsed his hands free of the oil and then proceeded to the front door of the apartment, grabbing his wallet from the end table near the couch as he passed by. 

“That was really fast, thanks so much,” Sebastian said as he opened the door. He was looking down at his wallet and leafing through the bills inside. “How much do I owe you?”

“Well, in ‘Pretty Woman’ Julia Robert’s character got paid $3,000 for the week, but as you only wanted dinner, I don’t think I can get away with asking for quite that much.”

His head shot up in surprise when he recognized the teasing voice of his neighbor, Y/N. She stood in the hallway outside of his apartment with a taunting smirk on her face, holding a large tray covered in foil. She had dressed casually as he had stated the get together was nothing fancy but still managed to look incredibly beautiful in her floral romper dress. The outfit fit as though she had had it tailor made for her body and the shorts beneath the draping fabric of the skirt put her long legs on display. He couldn’t refrain from dragging his eyes along the slender lengths, studying the curving design of the tattoo that danced along her right leg. 

“Although, you keep looking at me like that and I may decide to start charging you by the minute, mister.”

Sebastian let out an easy laugh and gave his lips a quick lick before smiling. “Depending on what you decide to charge, I think it would be worth it.”

Y/N rolled her eyes at him and huffed out an exasperated laugh. “Yeah, except you’ve already seen the whole package, remember? Our rather unconventional first interaction?”

“I have no idea what you’re alluding to,” Sebastian retorted with conspiratorial wink before stepping out of the doorway. “Come on in, you’re the first to arrive.”

“Am I early?” she asked uneasily as she lingered on the threshold of the apartment. 

“Not at all, my friends are all chronically late. You’re probably just more polite than the rest of them. Can I take that tray from you and pretend to be a gentleman by the way?”

Y/N glanced down as though surprised to see the tray filling her arms. “Oh, right! I forgot all about this due to our negotiations over my hourly rate.” She let out a wry chuckle as Sebastian grinned lasciviously at her. “I made dessert. I wasn’t sure how many people were going to be here so I just went with big.”

Sebastian stepped forward and scooped the tray from her arms. “That was too kind, you shouldn’t have!”

“My mother raised me right: never go to someone’s house empty handed.”

“You really shouldn’t have but since you did, I’ll happily enjoy dessert. What’d you make?”

“Tiramisu. I figured it took care of coffee and dessert all in one fell swoop.” Y/N gave an easy shrug and followed Sebastian as he led her into the kitchen to set the tray down.

“Wow...you hit on two of my weaknesses simultaneously. Tell me...how much would you judge me if I just kept this whole tray to myself and didn’t mention dessert to any of the others?”

“A lot,” she deadpanned in return. 

Sebastian narrowed his eyes at her and pursed his lips as though debating whether or not it might be worth it to have her judge him. The performance got a few chuckles and an eye roll from Y/N, which was reward enough for Sebastian. He really enjoyed her laugh. 

“It’s very different actually being in this apartment as opposed to looking into it through the windows.” Y/N wandered a few steps away from him looking around the spacious residence. 

“Spend a lot of your time peering into my place, do you?”

She turned to look over her shoulder at Sebastian and scrunched up her face while sticking out her tongue at him. “You’ve never even been in here since I moved in months ago; it’s not like I was spying.”

“Of course not; your mother raised you right after all,” he replied with a mockingly serious nod, his face a mask of solemnity. 

“I cannot even deal with your sass, Sebastian. When do you leave again?”

Before he could even open his mouth to speak, Y/N had jumped in and cut him off. 

“Not soon enough, that’s right!”

Her words would have been cruel if not for the clearly teasing tone she used and the innocently mischievous expression playing across her face. As it was, Sebastian couldn’t help but respond to her the way all young boys respond to teasing: he stuck out his tongue in retaliation and reached out to tug a lock of her hair gently. 

“I’m rubber, you’re glue,” he mocked childishly.

Y/N laughed and strolled over to the windows that looked out onto her apartment. “I think your view is nicer than mine.”

“Oh?” Sebastian walked over to stand next to her. “Why’s that?”

“Because you get to look at me, obviously!” Y/N struck a cheesy pose before shaking her head jocularly and continuing in a more serious tone as she gazed outside. “You look out of the city. If you gaze far enough, you can start to see water in the distance. I look further into the city. Beyond your place, all I get to see is more and more buildings.”

“You don’t like the city?” Sebastian had turned his head slightly to study Y/N as she spoke. 

“It’s not that,” she replied with a shrug. “The city is fine, even beautiful. I really enjoy people watching here. You can create whole life stories for the people around you and never even meet them. But...” Her voice trailed off and she gave another noncommittal shrug. 

“But you’re used to open places.”

“I guess.” For a moment, Y/N seemed to slip into a headspace that made her sad. Before Sebastian could decide what to do about it however, she had turned to look at him again, her face hitched back into a broad smile. “Can I try your couch?”

A bright laugh rumbled up from Sebastian’s belly. “What?”

Y/N looked down as she shuffled her feet and gave him a bashful smile. “I’ve been staring at that couch for months now and I’m a naturally curious person. You don’t know how crazy my brain can make me with questions.”

“Help yourself,” he replied giving a broad gesture around the room as there was another knock at the door. “Feel free to roam as your curiosity demands while I get that.”

Sebastian strolled to the door, throwing an occasional glance over his shoulder as he walked, while Y/N went around to the couch and settled herself primly onto it. 

“You haven’t been waiting months to sit at the edge like some debutante,” he chided. “Make yourself comfortable!”

Y/N gave him a roguish smile and then squirmed against the couch, cuddling herself deeply into it. “It’s even better than I guessed!”

Sebastian tipped his head back, laughing at the absurdity of it all, before opening the door to reveal his catering delivery and another two guests. 

“Dude, you didn’t even get the food here before the guests? Weak, Seabass,” Anthony Mackie stated, standing in the hallway and shaking his head. 

“Considering how you guys are always late, I wasn’t too concerned,” he quipped back, ushering the delivery and guests inside. 

“I’m very sorry,” Tom Holland gushed sincerely. “I asked Anthony if he could give me a ride since I hadn’t been here before and I’m not terribly familiar with New York. Are we incredibly late?”

“Tom, down boy.” Mackie said with a smirk. “He’s joking. It’s no fair teasing him, Seabass. The kid’s a damn puppy.”

“Don’t worry about it, only one other person beat you here and she had a short commute,” Sebastian soothed Tom’s frazzled nerves with a gesture to Y/N. 

Her face was peering over the top of the couch where she had been balled up, suddenly incredibly aware that her famous actor neighbor probably also had famous actor friends. “Hello,” she said shyly. 

“Hello yourself, Gorgeous,” Mackie responded with a smile that would put Prince Charming to shame. “Seabass, who is this incredible creature?”

“Anthony Mackie, Tom Holland, this is my neighbor, Y/N,” Sebastian said as he waved his hands between the members of the group, making introductions. “Y/N, this is the Mack Attack and...Tom.” His brows furrowed for a moment and he seemed more puzzled than the situation warranted. “I guess I don’t have a nickname for Tom.”

Y/N laughed and shook her head at his expression. “Very nice to meet you both.”

“He’s only been back a couple of days and he already hooked you, huh, Y/N? That’s how irresistible my boy is! Way to go Sexy Seabass!” Mackie was thumping Sebastian on the back as he spoke and wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. 

“Not quite,” Y/N said with a laugh. “Just neighbors. And what on earth is a Sexy Seabass?”

“Oh, come on now,” the dark man chided as he waved his hand along Sebastian’s body the way Vana White would present a new car. “Look at all this!”

Sebastian had begun to blush furiously as Mackie teased and by the time the man had finished speaking, he had put his hands over his face to conceal it. “Alright, well, I’m going to go check on the food and maybe put my head in the oven. Drinks, anyone? Mackie, beer? Tom...glass of milk?”

The two men and Y/N laughed as he left the room, the back of his neck glowing a bright red. Less than five minutes into introducing Y/N to his friends and he was already regretting it. This might turn out to be a very long night. 

Next

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[christian-landry]

BASICS.

full name: Christian Landry nickname(s): Chris (Rarely) Dash (Constantly), Po’ Boy (Reserved for family only)  d.o.b. / age: July 30, 1985 / 36 zodiac: Leo ( ☼ ), Cancer ( ☽ ), Capricorn ( ↗ ) gender: Cis male pronouns: He / Him nationality: American sexuality: Heterosexual  relationship status: Single hometown: New Orleans, Louisana occupation: Florist at All In Bloom (By Day)  children: None pets: None

NEED TO KNOW.

Eldest son from the clan of seven that creates the Landry’s. He makes it a point to remind his siblings that being the first born is a true burden, they all know he’s joking mostly. 

The reason for his nickname is still unclear. He always thought it was because he can run super fast, but sometimes he gets made fun of because how sparing he is with his seasoning, thus just a ‘Dash’

Traded in playing with legos in order to help his parents raise the other six bouncing babies that were subsequently born right after him. He was fine with his first sibling after, but once Sebastian came into the world he privately asked that they cap at just him. 

Clearly his parents didn’t listen. 

Regardless, being a big brother to all of his siblings has been a prideful point for him, he tries his best to be there for them whenever he can. 

When their mother passed away, Christian tried his best to continue on as normal while the rest of his siblings fell apart. The hard conversations that he never thought he’d have to have about estate, selling their home in Orleans, and everything else in between, he carried the burden to help soften the blow on their father. 

Once they moved to Kings Head Harbor, Christian had every intention in trying to make a good honest go at life, but he cut some corners, met some individuals that let him enter circles that not only kept the family financially afloat, but also was frowned upon by major societal means. 

He’s careful with his transactions and his odd end jobs, his cover is simply being a florist, a damn good one at that. 

His lower risk jobs come from Ruben, but his higher risk jobs come from a network of gambling rings that he runs underground in town and in surrounding towns. He’s hoping to expand. 

The higher risk jobs have him out of town, sometimes for days, other times weeks, but he never lets anything keep him away for too long because of his family. Though when he does leave, it’s without a peep. When he comes back, he always acts like his absence is just a blip in the matrix. 

Avid reader, wishes he had time to have a pet, keeping a close eye on Bash is the reason why he needs Excedrin on most days. 

Absolutely will not tolerate lying or bullshit, he’s seen too much of it to be lenient and his patience can teeter. 

An actual human garbage disposal as well, if you can’t finish your leftovers, he’ll have them. 

ETC.

RIP to Bash and probably Lily. 

[magichcuse]

Full Name: Ebony Valeria Featherton

Nicknames: Ebbs, Ebby

Basics:

The daughter of Oswald and Victoria Featherton, sister of Thames Featherton, aunt of Sebastian and Thaddeus Featherton, suitress/wife of Johnathan Abberquack (later known as Joseph Featherton), and mother of Walter Abberquack.

A top student in her magic school; has plenty of ambitions, but put them aside to focus on taking care of Walter.

Relationships:

Ebony is closer to her father than her mother, mainly because she and Victoria are worlds apart. Victoria is meek and abides by strict gender roles while Ebony is more outgoing and rebellious. Though Oswald tries to rein Ebony in, he understands her better and allows her to have more freedom than Victoria would...which isn't saying a lot.

Ebony is also quite close to her older brother, Thames. Like Victoria, he is more cautious and a rule follower. However, he honestly admires the drive Ebony has...though he feels the need to keep her out of trouble when she pushes herself too far.

Ebony adores her nephews. Sebastian feels safe around her and Thaddeus enjoys actually being acknowledged by someone. She's a maternal figure to Sebastian and Thaddeus, offering her support when needed.

Ebony is in a loving marriage with her husband. They have squabbles at times, but she is loyal to him no matter what.

Walter is Ebony's pride and joy. She dropped everything to focus more on him and doesn't regret it. Being a mother is an adventure to her, though the pressure from herself and magical society has led to her making severe missteps in her parenting. Though she can be sweet and doting, she also has a roughness to her which Walter misconstrues as malice. She ultimately wants what is best for her son, no matter what that might mean.

Likes:

Thrill-chasing— Dueling is her favorite subject in school purely because of the adrenaline rush she gets from a good duel. She's the type of person who would go into the depths of Merlin's Point for the hell of it. Outside of class, she does tricks on her broomstick. Ebony would go into dragon riding or pegasus riding, but her parents want her to focus on her studies.

Johnathan/Joseph— Being set up to marry him since birth, Ebony has a strong attachment to Johnny. Even if he gets on her nerves and hurts her deeply, she'd still sacrifice everything to keep him safe.

Despite not being the original Johnathan, Ebony loves Joseph and wouldn't trade him in for anyone else. He is the man she built a relationship with; Joseph gave her a chance while Johnathan couldn't be bothered.

Theo— Out of all of her classmates, Ebony enjoys dueling with him the most. (Yes, even more than Johnathan). She admires his dueling style and loves the feeling of dueling against him. Even if she loses against him, the rush she gets is enough to make the match satisfying to her.

Rhonda— Ebony loves her familiar, despite being unconventional. She loves petting Rhonda and doesn't really mind the smell. Not everyone shares her sentiment, but she doesn't care.

Dislikes:

Societal expectations based on her gender— Being told to "calm down" and "act like a lady" only makes Ebony want to rebel even more. This causes tension between her and her mother. She also hates the notion that she gave up on her ambitions because she "had to" as a woman; Ebony CHOSE to focus on being a mother because she WANTED to. Having that autonomy taken away from her frustrates her so much.

Professor Daskalakis— Ebony strongly dislikes him, but is also oddly fascinated by him? She pushes herself to prove her worth to him and wants to duel against him one day. She finds the idea of facing an expert dueler appealing, even if that dueler is repulsive.

Sabrina— Ebony despises her sister-in-law. She believes her older brother deserves better than her and hates the way Sabrina treats her children (Ebony's nephews). Despite having harsh feelings towards her, Ebony avoids bad mouthing her in front of Sebastian and Thaddeus (though that's difficult to do when Sebastian takes the opportunity to bash his mother during the rare moments he's alone with her). Unfortunately, Sabrina doesn't treat Ebony with the same respect when it comes to Walter; she even goes out of her way to drive a wedge between Ebony and Walter.

Hobbies:

Dueling— Ebony views dueling as an odd combination of a battle and an amusement park ride. She thoroughly studies her opponents' dueling styles and goes for the ones who are the roughest on her. It's not even about winning for her, she just loves the feeling of being dueled against. However, she could still hold her own in a duel if necessary.

Broom riding— Not being allowed to go into more extreme sports, Ebony uses her broomstick to get the adrenaline rush she craves. She's able to do complex tricks with it and still uses broom riding as a method of coping even after she becomes a mother. She even let Walter ride with her when he was younger, though she had to restrain herself as to not traumatize him (or worse).

Broom crafting— Ebony designs her own brooms, in order to create the optimum riding experience. She pays attention to the shape, size, material, etc., having specialized broomsticks depending on the mood she's in. Though she could easily turn her expertise into a business opportunity, she prefers to keep it as a hobby because she's disinterested in the commercialization of broom-riding and doesn't want the fun to be drained from something she's truly passionate about.

Physics— it's not the most conventional hobby, per say, but it's a common theme amongst her other hobbies and she enjoys dabbling in it in general.

Fears:

Pediophobia— Ebony knows it's irrational, but she's creeped out by humanoid objects. Their soulless eyes make her shiver.

Failing as a mother— Even before Ebony had Walter, being a mother felt daunting. Parenting is the one aspect of her life where other's opinions deeply impact her. Shaping a literal person is a HUGE responsibility and she didn't exactly have a lot of time to prepare. No matter what she does, there's always a nagging voice in her head telling her she's not doing good enough. It doesn't help that the nagging exists in the outside world as well. Ultimately, this fear is the root of her flaws as a parent...a self-fulfilling prophecy of sorts.

Five Positive Traits:

Brave— Ebony can face any challenge that comes her way, whether it be a fierce dragon or a strict professor.

Intelligent— Ebony is able to calculate things in her head, describing the physics behind something just by looking at it. She's also a good student in general, though she's often overshadowed by her brother.

Innovative— Related to the previous trait, Ebony is determined to make breakthroughs in broom crafting and tries things that haven't been tried before.

Committed— When Ebony makes a commitment, she stays committed. This reflects the most in her marriage and parenting. The one time Ebony made time for herself, she felt physically sick.

Caring— Ebony is sympathetic to those in need and helps as much as she can. She's also an incredibly loving wife and mother.

Five Negative Traits:

Impulsive— This was more of an issue when Ebony was younger, wanting to do dangerous things for the sake of doing dangerous things. After she learns how to calculate potential risks, she's more careful. However, her impulsiveness hasn't completely gone away. If she's clouded by emotions, her impulsive tendencies come back.

Extreme— Some people might find Ebony too intense, especially when she shows her unfiltered risk-taker side. She keeps appearances in front of the pretentious socialites, but you better be prepared if she gets close to you.

Cynical— Despite trying to fit in (for her husband's sake), Ebony has cynicism when it comes to magic society. She has a distaste for the elites and hates the gatekeeping in the magical community. This cynicism makes Ebony judgmental of other women, though she develops a more nuanced opinion as she gets older.

Stubborn— Don't tell Ebony not to do something because she'll be even more determined to do it out of spite.

Fiery-temper— If you catch Ebony in a bad mood or piss her off, you're in trouble

Picture:

[lucyjadesilverson]

Loki - Marvel

"I'm going to marry you some day and you'll be mine" A young Loki turned to a young Aurora. She giggled standing up from the ledge they both sat on. Bending down slightly so her lips were inches from the shell of his ear.

"Only if you can catch me." She whispered before letting her legs carry her through the palace. The dark haired prince chased after her, laughing as she almost tripped. Her breath became heavy, the idea of using her telekinesis to lift her into flight, spread through her mind. Moving her hands to the sides of her, purple mist surrounded her fingers as she ran faster.

"No powers!" Loki yelled from behind her. She huffed a pushed herself to go faster as the purple mist disappeared. Her giggles stopped when she couldn't hear his laughter anymore. She slowed, turning around. Now running backwards a frown etched itself onto her face as Loki was no where in sight.

She gasped when he came out from a podium, and turned to keep running, only to bump into something. Her head raised and there he was standing in front of her. Her head tilted as she turned to look behind her finding the Loki she had previously seen slowly disappear by green. She huffed.

"No fair! You cheated! You said no using powers!" She scowled folding her arms with a raised eyebrow.

The twelve year old boy took a step closer and smirked.

"I'm the God of Mischief for a reason."

...............

Aurora eyes shot open as the singing maid came bursting into her chambers.

"Rise and shine and give a God the glory glory. Rise and shine and give a God your glory glory" the maid sang loudly causing Aurora to groan and cover her face with a pillow.

"Come along now miss your mother said you ought to be ready in an hour on time for the carriage" the woman said pulling Aurora up by her arms.

"Why am I even going" she dragged out, picking up her hair brush and untangling the night from of her hair.

"Mother wouldn't care if I didn't go. So why should I!" She said grumpily

"Now, why in the world don't you want to go Miss. Rose? You use to love the north palace as a child."

"It's not the palace I loved" Aurora whispered but the old woman heard, she smiled but ignored it not wanting to press the subject.

"I don't want to go to some silly ball, I've been to hundreds of them. The only reason I'm going is because mother wants to find me a suitor." She huffed as the maid helped her into her armour that sat over her dress. The dress was made of expensive material, it was grey with hints of blue and white streaked here and there. A slight gap where her right rib cage was cause her breath to hitch as the cold silver metal of her armour, that stopped just above her waist, touched it.

"What about your deal with her?" The maid questioned.

"No matter what she agreed to. She will always work her way around anything to get her own way" Aurora sneered while adjusting the silver wrist armour that cuffed itself around her forearm stopping before her elbow.

"One last thing and your ready" the maid smiled handing Aurora her dagger. She smiled tracing the dark green gem that was sat above engraved words.

"Let this protect you in your darkest of times" Aurora whispered the words remembering when she received the gift on her eighteenth birthday, three years ago.

Shaking her head clear of the memory she slid the dagger into her thigh holster before cover it and her riding boots, with the floor length dress.

"You will need to learn how to walk in heels one day" Claude's voice chimed in as she stood in her sister's door frame.

"I have learned, I just dislike it." Aurora said smiling at her younger sibling.

"Come on. Everyone's waiting." Claude giggled pulling at her sister's hand.

"Odin help me" Aurora whispered before leaving the west palace for the next three weeks.

.........

The bell sounded throughout the kingdom, notifying all Asguardians that royals had entered the north land. Aurora's carriage became unsteady as the citizens cheered and threw roses and gifts. Her eyes rolled secretly wishing it was over already. She grabbed the footman's hand as he helped her out of the carriage.

"I would of much preferred my horse" she pouted wanting to ride her steed.

"Next time, little sister." Bash smiled feeling sorry for his younger sister.

"Little? I'm the eldest daughter and only three years younger than you brother." She said poking his arm.

"Yes but your six years younger than me, meaning that I can call you it" Francis, the eldest boy, stepped out from one of the other carriages with Rosie, one of the youngest daughters, in his arms.

"You can but Bash can't" Aurora smirked.

"I'm sure Sebastian will call you whatever he pleases. He usually doesn't do what you tell him" Claude spoke making all four of them laugh.

The elder siblings were silenced by the sound of a trumpet. A man announced the arrival of the main court. Aurora's pulse quickened as the gates opened. Her heart stopped and her breath caught in her chest as he walked out looking dashing in his usual dark green royal armour. She had never seen him wear it before only heard about him bragging about it from Thor.

"Breath, little sister" Bash whispered, smirking down at the look upon her face. She punched his back subtly making him death grip her neck, she retaliated pinching his skin making him let go. All of this going unnoticed by the Royal families talking. It was when a punch landed on her shoulder she twisted his nipple and he let out a girlish squeal. She let go giggling into her hand while her head was turned to the left slightly.

When she turned back her eyes searched her surroundings to find an embarrassed Bash. Francis and Claude trying not to laugh along with her father and a scowl on her mother's face. She rolled her eyes at the look she knew all to well. Her breath hitched when they landed on the blueish green ones she had grown up adoring.

In an instant she looked away blushing, still feeling his intense stare on her. Her palms began to feel clammy as she squeezed them harder together. Never once had she felt this before and it made her feel queasy. Whatever this feeling was, she didn't like it.

"Let's go" She whispered to Claude before curtsying to the royals and walking to her old Chambers. The room was no different from when she was a child. The huge balcony, her favourite part of the room, was still as big as she remembered. The dark navy blue silky bed sheets and the golden walls were still the same shade.

"You didn't change anything." She voiced turning around to find Thor paused behind her with a scary face, that soon softened to a smile.

"I couldn't sneak up on you then and I still can't now" he smiled shaking his head. She mirrored his expression as she hugged him.

"I've missed you Thor" he chuckled pulling back to sit on her white desk chair.

"And here I thought you would of missed someone else more" She chocked on her water before slamming the chalice down on the table.

"None of that. I don't know what I felt or what I'm feeling right now but I sure do not like it." She huffed crossing her arms. He chuckled.

"Aurora, whatever your feeling will eventually reveal itself to you" before she could smile a loud crash came from down the hall causing the two to run from where it came from.

"You give that back!" Thor and Aurora were met with a blade being thrown their was making them dodge out the way.

"It's mine. Give. It." The woman got louder capturing everyone's attention.

"Sif." Aurora's voice made the dark haired woman look her way. Her eyes lit up as she ran toward her engulfing her into her arms.

"So I take it you missed me then?" Sif laughed nodding her head.

"As did I."

And there he was. Green armour, back hair, soulful eyes and luscious lips. Her breath hitched as their eyes met. He smirked walking towards her. His hands extended to her but she ignored it letting it brush past her arms as she walked down the steps and further into the room.

"How have you been Loki?" She questioned her attention everywhere but on him.

"I have been well. And you Darling?" She closed her eyes trying to refrain from humming at the nickname.

"I've been......been...." she paused not knowing what to say. What could she say? Happy that she had made a deal with her mother so that she had five suitor free years. Sad that she had spent the last seven years away from him. Frustrated that she didn't know what she was feeling toward said man. Or tired from the journey. A hand on her cheek pulled her away form her thoughts.

"Un frown your brow my love" the sound of his whisper in her ear made her legs weak. She gasped realising the closeness of them once her eyes had opened. She slid out of his hold.

"I'm fine. J-just tired." She cursed at herself for stuttering and left for room before anyone could bring her up on it.

...............

One week later..

"You can't avoid him forever" Sif said in a sing song way as she followed Aurora into the her room.

"I'm not avoiding." Aurora defended herself.

"Yes you are. You haven't spoken to him in days. Every time he walks into a room you walk out." Sif plopped herself down on the bed.

"That's not avoiding, I'm just busy."

"Eating a sandwich is busy?" Sif chuckled.

"Yes actually it is" Aurora laughed while sitting next to her.

"Just tell me why."

"What do you mean?" Sif sighed before speaking.

"Tell me why you're avoiding him?"

"Whenever I'm in the same room as him, I get this strange feeling. It's like...like my body's on fire. My breathing goes out of control and my heart beats like crazy. I don't know what's wrong with me, all I know is that I can't be near him."

Aurora was facing the gold balcony as she spoke, ignoring the massive smirk that had formed on Sif's face. Once she turned her expression became confused.

"What?" She questioned her.

"I know what's wrong with you." Sif stated.

"Oh yeah? Then please, oh please, tell me doctor Sif"

"You're horny." Sif said making Aurora's eyes widen.

"I am not!" She denied.

"You so are! You are sexual attracted to Loki. You want him!"

"Would you shut up! Even if that is true, I don't want the entire Kingdom to hear!" Aurora yelled.

"You're the one shouting" Sif giggled.

Though the entire kingdom did not hear, Loki and Thor who happened to be walking passed Aurora's door, heard everything. They both walked away, Loki with a huge smirk on his face.

...........

It'd been a few hours since Aurora's conversation with Sif and she couldn't help but think that what she said was true. She wanted Loki. But not just sexually. The said reality was that he might not want her.

She stood up from her bed in nothing but her silk dark green nightgown and robe. Her legs carried her to the balcony where she stared at the night sky. The stars shined bright making her stare harder.

She got lost in counting the stars she hadn't heard her door open and close. She jumped feeling hands circle her waist.

"Relax love, it's just me" Loki's voice calmed her.

"What are you doing here?" She asked still looking at the stars while he placed his chin on her left shoulder.

"I heard your conversation with Sif."

Her breath hitched for what felt like the millionth time since she arrived.

"W-What?"

His grip tightened. He spun her round, trapping her between his body and the balcony.

"You want me." She got lost in his gaze.

"I...I do." Her eyes widened realising what she just said.

His smirk grew.

"How much? Hmm?" His lips moved to the shell of her ear as he began to whisper.

"I need not touch you to know of your dripping desire for me, Darling. Your scent alone intoxicates every fibre of my being. Shall my fingers quench your needs or does your want for me require a deeper satisfaction." She moaned at his words.

"Tell me what you want." He pulled back to look at the lustful expression on her face.

"I want...all of you."

In an instant his lips were on hers. Their tongues swirled together, battling for dominance over the kiss. He ran his fingers over her hardened nipples making her gasp softly. He took control. Picking her up by her hips. Her legs wrapped around his as he walked back to her bed, laying her down.

Their kiss never broke as his hands rolled over her body, touching her soft skin. He had waited for this moment for so long. He had wanted her for so long, he was going to memorise every inch of her and he was going to savour it.

It wasn't until she felt his touch on her bare breast that she broke the kiss. She looked down to find both of them naked. Her eyes met his as they crinkled with his smirk.

"You used your powers to strip me?" She giggled. He smiled at the heavenly sound.

"That's not the only thing they can do. But that's for another time my love."

He buried his face in her neck kissing down it carefully.

"I told you you'd be mine someday." He said making her giggle.

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Honestly, I feel like giving up… bodies don’t assume to care.” Lewis Hamilton – who denied afterwards that his jet, £13m car accumulating and £50m Petronas endorsement took the bend off. “I awash my alike a year ago.”Gianni Infantino in June – acclamation Fifa’s assembly two years afterwards he sacked the belief aggregation investigating him. “We angry it around! Fifa has gone from actuality toxic, about criminal, to what it should be: alike with credibility, trust, integrity, equality, and with beastly rights.”His added big bulletin in 2019: abnegation allocution that it was Fifa’s new assurance on Chinese sponsors that led it to bead all beastly rights checks and accolade China the 2021 Club Apple Cup. “There are problems in this world, everywhere, in abounding countries. 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Date: February 14th, 2017

Locations: Manhattan, New York -  Metropolitan Museum of Art & Sebastian’s Apartment

Who: Blaine Anderson & Sebastian Smythe

Notes: Valentine’s Day arrives and Nightbird encounters a new foe before his big date with Kurt. When that spins out of control, secrets are revealed and Blaine finds comfort in a familiar friend.

sal·va·tion /salˈvāSH(ə)n/ noun preservation or deliverance from harm, ruin, or loss. “My touch is his temptation, his kiss is my salvation. I’m sweet, he’s wild, we're dangerous.”

Sebastian Smythe:

It didn’t take much longer after Sebastian awoke from his coma for him to get released from the hospital. There was nothing physically wrong with him and he passed any and all outpatient exams and tests with flying colors. His job was more than understanding about what had happened and agreed to let him come back whenever he was ready. Sebastian figured having been asleep for the past three weeks had had his bosses scrambling to find someone to fill his empty seat. “Don’t worry,” they told him when he’d called to inform them he was now awake. The fact that his bosses were a little too unconcerned about when he would return worried Sebastian into thinking he might not have a job to return to.

Not even a few days had passed and Sebastian found that something had changed while he was in his coma. At first the changes shocked him and he wasn’t sure what to do. He almost wanted to tell Blaine but part of him was ashamed and afraid Blaine might get scared too and run away. Instead, Sebastian closed himself off and made up excuses for his family and his friends. He quit his job as a journalist and did things to cope with his changes. For one, he was incredibly fast. Too fast to be humanly possible. Another was that he was constantly hungry; if he didn’t get sugar in him around the clock then he would feel light-headed. No matter how much he ate, however, he never gained any weight. In fact, the opposite happened and for some crazy reason he lost next to all of his body fat and gained toned muscle without ever breaking a sweat.

On days that he managed to actually keep his newfound abilities under control, he would attempt reaching out to Blaine. He would use his speed to sneak around and get things to win him over-- he surprised the boy with a vase of flowers sitting on his front step while he knew Kurt was out for the night.The morning of Valentine’s Day Blaine had told him about a sudden audition he was rushing over to and Sebastian surprised him by beating him to the audition location to give him a pep talk in person, coupled with a single red rose for luck.

“I just happened to be in the area so I rushed over when you told me where you were going,” his reason may have been suspicious but Sebastian didn’t give his friend any hints of what he’d become. “Happy Valentine’s Day, killer.”

Blaine Anderson:

It had been a little bit since Sebastian and Blaine had parted ways at the hospital and it seemed Sebastian and Blaine both had been too busy to keep up their weekly dinners. Blaine was so busy trying to make up for all of the time lost with Nightbird, trying his best to win over the city again. Thankfully they had welcomed him back with open arms and they forgave him fast even though he still had yet to catch Doctor Light. It was frustrating that such a stupid super power kept him from getting him and putting him away.

Meanwhile in his other life he was still dealing with his marital problems and the fact that the callback he’d was a dead end. He was afraid to tell Kurt that he didn’t get it, not wanting to hear the ‘I told you so’ he had building up. He missed having Sebastian so often to take his mind off of everything, but the surprises he would send or leave for him made up for their lack of seeing each other. The texts here and there made him feel better too. He felt lucky to have at least one thing and person in his life that brought a smile to his face even if it was only once in awhile lately. He figured part of Sebastian’s reasoning was also because Blaine had planned to spend Valentine’s Day with Kurt, giving him one last chance.

When February fourteenth finally arrived it started out okay, he and Kurt woke up together for the first time in a really long time and they attempted to have a nice morning together, both forcing small talk about their upcoming date that evening. It felt uncomfortable but not unbearable so he didn’t know what to expect for the night ahead. He decided he would give them and their relationship an actual shot on that day and he would stick with it until the day was over, unfortunately for him it didn’t seem that Kurt had the same mind frame because before lunch time Kurt had gotten a call from someone and he just had  to go out. He left with the promise of meeting Blaine at their date that night and an air kiss that was only barely in Blaine’s direction.

With a heavy sigh of disappointment, Blaine collapsed on the couch for a bit. Around noon, his phone rang with a text message from one of his friends that he’d met at all of the auditions he’d gone to, telling him that there was a last minute call for singers for an off-broadway show. It cheered him up a little bit, after not getting another callback from his last one he had kind of fallen out of the routine of auditioning for multiple things every week, so this was a little silver lining in his day. The first thing he did was text Sebastian about it, knowing he could get positive reinforcement from him. Blaine hurried to get ready and he rushed across town to make it on time to the audition.

A wide grin pulled at his lips and his whole face lit up when he saw that Sebastian had beat him to the audition location, surprising him. “Well, hey stranger.” He said as he approached the taller, gently taking the rose from the other. A blush painted his cheeks red at the nickname rolling off of Sebastian’s tongue. He cast his gaze down with a bashful smile. “Seb,” he clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “You didn’t have to do this.” Blaine looked up at the taller, sighing happily. “Happy Valentine’s Day, handsome.” He pulled Sebastian into a tight hug.

Blaine felt so incredibly lucky to have Sebastian in his life again, after spending so many days and nights with someone who made him feel two inches tall, it was nice to be around someone who makes him feel special. “H-how did you get here so fast?” He asked whenever he pulled back from the hug, a little flabbergasted that the taller had made it there before him. “Ugh, I don’t care, I’m just so happy to see you. I’ve missed you.” He leaned up to press a kiss to Sebastian’s cheek. “Today has not started out so great and I’m very nervous for this audition so you are definitely a sight for sore eyes.” The shorter smiled sweetly at his friend before bringing the rose up to his nose, smelling it. “You here to try and talk me out of my date tonight?” He smirks slightly, raising his eyebrow.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian was glad that his friend hadn’t probed him too much in regards to how he arrived so quickly, considering it had only been minutes since he’d found out. “Oh, y’know, I just happened to be in the area and it’s Valentine’s so everyone’s selling roses. I just picked one up and rushed over.” Of course it was only half of a lie; in actuality he was at home doing nothing but he really did rush over at top speed. After much practice, Sebastian had gotten his powers under control and he was ready to swoop Blaine off of his feet at the drop of a hat. He smiled bright and wide when Blaine kissed his cheek and chuckled at his comment-- Blaine really did know him the best. “I won’t talk you out of anything but I will let you know that my schedule for today just so happens to be completely empty. So you could, for instance, happen to drop by my place for a romantic dinner or something to that effect.”

Things between Blaine and Kurt were still strained and Sebastian knew it. He was currently playing the long game, continuing to show his everlasting support for Blaine and promising to always be there for him. He was going to be the man that would pick Blaine up and piece him back together after Kurt inevitably broke his heart. The way Blaine spoke of his husband, it seemed already that his heart was breaking apart little by little. Sebastian disliked Kurt so much so that he wasn’t ashamed of practically stealing Blaine away from him.

“Just know that I’m here for you, okay? Always,” he promised. “With roses, a pick-me-up dinner whenever you need it, or if you just need a kiss for good luck on your next big audition.” With that, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his best friend’s lips. He pulled back with a smirky grin, aware that while there were butterflies fluttering in his tummy, he too was doing the exact same to Blaine.

They stood and smiled at each other for a moment before Sebastian announced that he was going to leave. “Anyway, you have your audition to get to and I really just wanted to stop by and wish you luck. I’m just a text or call away if you need me, so don’t hesitate. I’ll come a-runnin’.” He gave Blaine one last hug before saying goodbye, shooting his friend a wink before he walked off.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine’s breath was taken away briefly by the way Sebastian kissed him. Butterflies began swirling around inside of him and the world stopped around them for the moment as he tilted his head up and kissed him back softly, placing his hand on Sebastian’s chest and gripping his shirt gently. A slight chuckle left his lips whenever they parted and he bit his lip, looking down to hide his bashful grin. “You are such trouble.” He let go of the taller’s shirt, patting his chest to smooth it out as he smiled at the other fondly. “I will call you tonight, okay?” He promised his best friend when he announced his departure, knowing that regardless of how the night went, he would need to talk to him afterwards. He watched Sebastian walk off before checking the time and taking a deep breath. Seeing his best friend was exactly what he needed to pick him up before his audition.

He left the audition that day feeling very confident in how it went, he felt good about how he did and he felt that he had Sebastian to thank for that. On his walk home his mind wandered away from Sebastian and more towards Kurt and their upcoming Valentine’s date. He was not looking forward to it really, he was forcing himself to go out of guilt. He felt guilty that he’d given up on their relationship and that he’d kissed Sebastian so many times, even if he and Kurt weren’t exactly compatible, he didn’t deserve to be cheated on. His thoughts were interrupted when he got a text from Kurt, telling him that they needed to push their date back half an hour. The words pulled Blaine’s mood down slightly and he sighed a little frustratedly, sending Kurt a message back, agreeing to the time change. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “It’s okay, it’s okay. It’s not a big deal.” Blaine gave himself a small pep talk before deciding he wasn’t going to go home first- the thought of going to Sebastian’s for a bit crossed his mind for a split second but he thought that might not be the best idea. After a few moments of walking, he decided to just get coffee and that’s when his phone rang. Sam had other plans for him, letting him know of an unusual disturbance uptown.

Unfortunately Sam didn’t seem to have any more information than the fact that this was someone they hadn’t seen before and he was extremely fast. Blaine quickly disappeared off into the shadows, thankful the sun was already going down. It wasn’t that Nightbird wouldn’t go out during the day, he was just at his best during the night. He moved his way up to the top of the building, coming out of the shadows as Nightbird, effortlessly gliding from building to building. Sure, he wasn’t the fastest man alive but his speed was impressive, taking him no time to get all the way across town. Blaine didn’t know what to expect to find when he showed him to the address Sam had given him, but luckily - being a superhero - he was prepared for practically anything.

Neither he or Sam knew if this new person was some new villain they needed to add to their list to look out for, or if they were a new hero they could add to their list of allies. Either way, he was intrigued.

Sebastian Smythe:

After the two parted ways, Sebastian found himself with quite a lot of time on his hands until Blaine’s big date. It only took him seconds until he was back and home and he plopped himself on his couch, feeling very bored. Time seemed to crawl by much more slowly now that he’d acquired super speed. He decided to fill up his free time with some chores by tidying his home, organizing his library in alphabetical order by author, and then rearranging his furniture to his liking. When he finished he realized only a few moments had passed and he still had to wait next to same amount of time for Blaine go on his date.

Realizing that he looked absolutely pathetic by just waiting at home twiddling his thumbs for a guy to call him up, he decided to have some fun. An idea popped into his head and he left with his camera bag, making sure that his new special ring was on his finger. The ring, which was gold in color, was stylized with a lightning bolt. It was Sebastian’s way to stow away his costume within it. Both his costume and the ring were bestowed onto him by Professor Garrick shortly after the discovery of his powers. As he sped through the busy streets of New York, everything and everyone around him appearing to move in slow motion, he activated his ring and changed into his scarlet red costume.

Sebastian was aware that there was a little soiree going on tonight at the Metropolitan Museum of Art rooftop and it was the perfect location to lure out the so-called “Nocturnal Avenger”. Now Sebastian wasn’t about causing anyone pain but a little controlled chaos was always fun. He ran up the side of the building and when he arrived right in the middle of the party, he garnered a few gasps of surprise from the crowd. Sebastian had a way of disguising his voice by vibrating his vocal cords with his speed abilities. “Attention Met guests!” He shouted out to get everyone’s attention, “I hope you don’t mind if I crash your party with a few friends!” Just as quickly as he arrived on the scene, he dashed away. People were only just talking amongst themselves before Sebastian returned, zipping around and dropping off live penguins, flamingos, and peacocks scattered around the entire rooftop. Being relocated from the nearby zoos so suddenly caused the birds to panic, flapping their wings and running about. It’s then that people began to scream and run away, looking for the nearest exit to get the hell out of there.

“C’mon, I’m just having a little fun! Where’s your sense of adventure?!” Sebastian asked, laughing at all the panicked guests. It’s then that he moved with his super speed, setting up a camera on a tripod from a distance. Tonight was the night he was going to catch Nightbird on film. While he waited for Blaine to show up, he fixed himself a drink at the bar and took a seat in the middle of the rooftop so he was able to detect the masked man from whatever direction he arrived.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine recognized the address that Sam had given him as the Metropolitan Museum of Art and he took the shortest route he knew off the top of his head to get there, keeping an eye out below to see if he could catch any sight of a sign of who he might be dealing with. He noted people scurrying from the building’s rooftop, not necessarily scared for their lives but definitely frightened in some way. It gave him a red flag, thinking he might be dealing with a bad guy. But he wouldn’t jump to too many conclusions yet.

His eyebrow quirked with confusion when he closed in on the building, noticing a lot of different types of birds. That was definitely something new that he had never seen before. He landed on the corner of the building, hearing the gasps from people below, cheering because Nightbird had made his grant entrance. Never gets old. He smiled a little smugly to himself before taking a breath. Okay. Birds- how to handle this. Blaine had ideas going through his mind at the speed of light regarding how he would handle getting all of the birds off of the roof safely and back to where they belong- but first thing’s first. Who did this? He glanced around the roof until his eyes landed on the figure standing on the other side, clothed in red, with a look as if he were vibrating. He thought it a bit odd, but he took the step forward anyway, lowering his voice to Nightbird level.

“Birds?” He asked, shaking his head a little, holding his arms up in question. “Now I’ve been doing this for a while and I’ve seen a lot of stuff- but this,” He gives a light chuckle, taking in the sight of the figure, eyeing him up and down carefully, assessing his threat level and not really getting much yet. “This is definitely new.”  He looks down to scoot along one of the flamingos that was honking by his feet. He left up his defense just in case the person turned out to have ill intentions, not wanting to let his guard down until he knew for sure there was no danger.

“Who are you, anyway?” He asked as he came to a stop mid-roof, waiting for the other to speak and make a move.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian finally had what he wanted. Just as Nightbird had arrived, he managed to snap a few pictures so that regardless of what happened next, he had what he came here for. Everything else now was just icing on the cake. Standing opposite of the man before him, wearing his stupid black and blue uniform with stylized cape, Sebastian sauntered over and laughed. “Who am I?” He repeated Nightbird’s question and chuckled. His voice came out almost distorted as he continued to vibrate both his face and vocal chords as he spoke, “Don’t you recognize me? I’m the Batman.” Sebastian crossed his arms over his chest and laughed.

“See, I just had to meet you. So I set all of this up.” He gestured to a lone penguin who was standing next to him. “I’m sorry, was this not the correct bird call?” Sebastian couldn’t identify any discerning qualities about the man in front of him; the mask and the costume were a pretty good disguise. Maybe after looking at the photos he took, Sebastian could get to the bottom of the man’s identity. “I hope you like my little gift; I’m a pretty big fan of yours, y’know.” He remarked as he took a few steps closer. It seemed the man before him was ready to jump into action should Sebastian make any sudden moves. Using his super speed, Sebastian rushed over and detached the man’s cape from his costume, wrapping it around himself. He made sure to maintain an ample distance in case Nightbird decided to attack. “Nice cape. What is this-- a synthetic tri-polymer fabric?” He noted the logo on the cape before eyeing the film built into the outside of the cape. “What is this? Some type of modified polyethylene film for reflecting light? Or maybe even absorbing light?” It was clear now that Sebastian’s up close to him that Nightbird was the real deal. He wouldn’t be surprised if his armor was made out of military-grade kevlar.

“How do I look?” He joked with the cape now draped around him, “Maybe I should run over to city hall right now and announce your new official name is Bird Boy!” For some reason Sebastian received a lot of joy from pushing this guy’s buttons.

Blaine Anderson:

When the other made the joke about his shenanigans being the right bird call, Blaine laughed softly, appreciating the humor no matter how ridiculous it was. “Bird call, that’s a good one.” He snorted, shaking his head as crossed his arms. “Alright, you wanted to meet me so you took all of the birds from Central Park and put them here.” He chuckled softly. “I really don’t mean to be rude, but I really don’t have time for fake bird calls such as this.” He motioned towards the chaos of birds squawking and honking all around him.

Blaine gasped slightly when the man in red flashed around him and suddenly was wearing his cape, his guard shaken at how vulnerable he could be to this potential bad guy. “Hey!” He narrowed his eyes, watching the other carefully now, fully on his guard. “Give that back.” His voice is low, stern and his hands ball up into tight fists. He appreciated the humor of the bird call and was flattered that someone would go through so much just to meet him but taking his cape was going too far. He needed his cape- it helped his flight abilities to be more precise and it helped shield his sensitive eyes from whatever possible light his enemies would throw at him. “Maybe,” was his reply when the other asked him about the make of his cape. “What’s it to you?” Blaine really couldn’t remember what all his cape was made from, he remembered Santana rattling off a lot of big words really fast when she handed it over to him, but all Blaine really knew is that it was tough and it was something that saved his ass many times when battling with Doctor Light thanks to that special polyethylene film.

When the man joked about his name, he thought it funny. Huh. Bird Boy. Sebastian calls me that. He shook his head out of his thoughts and held out his hand. “It’s Nightbird. That blue totally clashes with your red. So you look ridiculous.” His tone was slightly uninterested as he raised his eyebrows. “Hand it over.” Whether the new person is a bad guy or good guy he still couldn’t sense yet, but he knew regardless of which, he was going to be a big pain.

“Where’d you come from and who are you really?” He asked again, hoping to get more information on this mysterious red fellow so himself, Santana, and Sam could do some research and find out for themselves if this guy was here for good or evil.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian was pleased with himself when he’s rewarded with a chuckle from the superhero, though he doesn’t appreciate the sudden change in tone once the cape’s been stolen. “Um, excuse you but I didn’t just get these from Central Park; I also ran all the way across town and got these penguins at the Bronx Zoo. It took me a whole minute to get them rounded up. I went through all that trouble. Just for you.” Having lost interest in the cape, Sebastian let it fall to the ground and zipped past Nightbird, scaring few of the birds in the process. Their wings made flapping sounds as they perched further away from the two and Sebastian was suddenly struck with an idea. Sebastian laughed heartily and the frown on Nightbird’s face told him maybe he should at least answer one of the man’s questions. “I’m new in town; just got my powers a little while ago and I fucking love it-- haven’t thought of a kickass name yet, though. I made this suit and decided instead of being a superhero like you and those other guys, I’d have some fun with it. So here I am, here to cause a little trouble for do-gooders like you.”

Sebastian started to wind his arms up, pointing in the direction of Nightbird. Doing so with his super-speed began to create a vortex-- a strong gust of wind that was enough for Nightbird to put his guard up. The flamingos and peacocks dispersed and flew in all different directions, their honking getting quieter as they got further away. Once the birds had all flown away save for the flightless penguins, Sebastian thought it funny that the hero was now tasked with tracking down a bunch of birds. “Whoops!” He exclaimed with heavy sarcasm. With Nightbird now seemingly extremely exasperated by his shenanigans, Sebastian gave the man a shrug and laughed again. This was all just so entertaining for him. “Listen-- I like you. Well, let me reiterate: I like messing with you. So you better get used to seeing me around the city. Ciao.”

With that, Sebastian dashed off, unconcerned with what Nightbird would do next and certain there was no possible way the flying hero would be able to track him down.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine rolled his eyes when the other corrected him about where he got the birds from, though listening very carefully at how long it took him to do so. He thought it was very interesting that it took him just took him one minute to gather all of the birds and get them here not only from the Central Park Zoo but from the Bronx Zoo as well. He’d be lying if he said he wasn't slightly amused by the man’s antics but in reality this was a huge waste of his time on a day that he didn’t really need to be wasting time. When the other dropped his cape he moved swiftly to grab it, re-attaching it effortlessly. “Oh, good.” Blaine replied with sarcasm when he’s informed that this new guy is only here to irritate him and others trying to clean up the city. “I was worried you would actually be here for, y’know, good.” He was relieved, however, that he didn’t have evil intentions.

“Listen,” He began before the taller started waving his arms, causing a windy vortex around them, startling the birds and ruffling their feathers. “Wait, what are you doing?” He looked around at the birds as they began to freak out, some of them even fleeing the building’s rooftop and flying off. “You’re scaring them away!” Blaine let out a groan when he realized all of the birds that were capable of flying were gone, officially to the point of exasperation with this guy and his obnoxious behavior.

He narrowed his eyes as the man laughed. “I’m so glad you’re so entertained.” His voice dripped with annoyance as he shook his head, raising his eyebrows. “Hey! You have to-” Blaine hollered after the other as he left in a red flash. “...put them back.” There was no one left to hear those last words. His shoulders slumped as he looked down at the penguins, sighing heavily as one of them looked back up at him. He felt bad because the poor thing looked terrified. “C’mon little guy.” He scooped him, and however many he could fit comfortably up in his arms before flying off to return them.

It took him a few good hours to find all - at least almost all - of the birds and return them back to their homes. By the time he was finished, it was already past time to meet Kurt for their date. It was this moment that he wished he was the one who had the super speed and not the slightly faster than normal speed. He used his flight to get to the location quicker than he could have on foot, changing into his date clothes on the rooftop before he made his entrance. He wasn’t greeted with happiness, though. Kurt was peeved at him for being late. Fifteen minutes late. After Kurt had already pushed their date back half an hour.

Their tensions explode and they end up fighting right there at the dinner table.

“Kurt, I was only fifteen minutes late. You already pushed the time back. I’m here, can we just try, please?” He begged but Kurt was having none of it, he blamed Blaine for being the one who hadn’t been trying. He told Blaine that it was his fault they were drowning, it was his fault that their relationship died.

“I’ve been the one trying to get jobs, I’ve been the one trying to communicate with you but all you do is shut me out. How have you been trying? Why haven’t you found a job?” Blaine was fed up as well, finally calling out Kurt on things he should’ve owned up to. The shorter goes on to tell Kurt finally about the callback he hadn’t gotten and about the audition he had that afternoon and Kurt rolls his eyes, telling him he should give it up already because there is no money in auditioning. He needs a real job first. That caused Blaine to ask him again what exactly Kurt had been doing if he hadn’t found a job. He had no idea what Kurt did during the day, he assumed he would’ve been out like him, trying. But no- that’s when Kurt told him that he’d been seeing someone else. He’d been sleeping with someone else, even. That’s what he had been doing while Blaine was out trying to find a job - even before Sebastian came into the picture.

Blaine didn’t hear anything Kurt said after that, he noticed Kurt’s facial expression changed from mad to horrified. He hadn’t meant for Blaine to find out. He definitely didn’t mean to tell him on their Valentine’s date. It’s like Kurt’s whole mood shifted and suddenly he was so sorry and he just wanted him and Blaine to be happy again but Blaine didn’t hear any of it. The world around him slowed down and everything went quiet. Without saying another word, Blaine got up from the table and left. He walked out of the restaurant in a rush and as he walked the streets of New York he just got angrier and more sad, tears streaming down his face without his consent. He couldn’t believe what he had just heard. He’d been trying all of that time to make their relationship work and Kurt had given up long before Blaine had begun to. And to think he had felt guilty for kissing Sebastian- Kurt had sex with someone else. The thought made him want to vomit in the streets. He felt ashamed of himself for letting this happen- he felt ashamed that Sebastian had been right all of those years ago and he wasted so much time on Kurt when he and Sebastian could’ve been living happily ever after.

He flew around as Nightbird for a bit, taking his aggression out on a few muggers in the area, dropping them off at the police station. After an hour of that, he wasn’t feeling any better so he decided to give it up and go to the place he knew he would at least feel a little better. He flew straight to Sebastian’s place, changing himself in the shadows before reaching the door and knocking on it. When Sebastian answered the door he didn’t even give him a chance to speak before taking his face in his hands and pulling himself in to kiss Sebastian hard and passionate on the lips, needing him close. Needing the affection and comfort.

Sebastian Smythe:

After Sebastian left Nightbird to deal with the flock of birds, he went home and decided to start cooking dinner. In the event that Blaine’s date ended up going horribly awry, he wanted at least a delicious home-cooked meal for him to enjoy. If Kurt ended up turning their relationship around for the better then at least Sebastian had a delicious home-cooked meal in which to engorge himself. Sebastian had the ability to move at the speed of light but unfortunately he couldn’t make his oven do the same; while the food cooked he was capable of multitasking and got all-new decorations and dishware for his kitchen counter. His kitchen was small but that didn’t mean he couldn’t make it look nice for Valentine’s Day. The icing on the cake was a box of chocolates coupled with a single rose in a small vase. Sebastian knew that if and when Blaine decided to stop by, he would swoon over the lengths he went through. Sebastian wanted to see Kurt top what he’d put together.

With everything in order and dinner simmering to keep warm, Sebastian looked at the time. Blaine had told him what time the dinner was supposed to be and figuring in the possibility of an argument, he wondered if Blaine was almost finished with his date. If his friend didn’t decide to stop by, he knew to at least expect a call. Blaine was definitely not the type to blow him off even if everything between he and Kurt ended up patched up. He sampled some icing off of the small 8” cake he’d baked when there’s knock at the door. With Sebastian’s ears perking up at the sound, he answered the door already knowing who it is. “Hey th--” His greeting got cut off by Blaine, who’d all but tackled him into the apartment, hands on his face with their lips locked into an intense kiss. Though he was taken aback and surprised for a moment, Sebastian wrapped his arms around the smaller man’s waist, pulling him in closer.

He shut the door behind Blaine, the two shuffling into the living room as they continued their heated exchange. Sebastian could sense the urgency and desperation behind Blaine’s kiss and for a moment he wondered if his friend has been drinking. Something was clearly very wrong as this behavior was very unlike Blaine. “H-Hey,” the man managed to mumble out between kisses. When they finally break for a breath, Sebastian pulled away enough to look Blaine in the face. His smile immediately dropped when he saw the other’s red-rimmed eyes. “What… What happened?” He asked, his hands placed firmly on the smaller’s shoulders. He could feel Blaine shaking, possibly on the verge of tears or maybe even just out of anger. “What did he do to you, Blaine?”

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine only kissed Sebastian harder when he felt the taller respond, following him wherever he led, wrapping his arms around his neck to pull him even closer. He was happy that instead of pushing him away and asking what was up, Sebastian kissed him back and held him close. It was what he needed in that moment. When they finally broke and Sebastian asked him what happened, Blaine sniffled, sitting back on the couch and placing the heels of his hands in his eyes as he was too ashamed to tell the taller  “Seb,” He groaned, shaking his head. “He’s been having sex with someone else...for almost a year.” Saying it out loud caused him to suck in a shaky breath, the reality of it hitting him. All of the time and effort he had put in over the past months had gone completely unnoticed because Kurt’s focus was on some other guy. “I’ve been doing every thing that I can to get work and to keep our marriage afloat and he has been spending all of that time screwing some other guy.” His voice was strained and frustrated and he rubbed his face, standing up from the couch.

“I can’t believe this.” He sniffled, shaking his head and wiping his face. “He told me that he’s been seeing someone else and been sleeping with them and then all of a sudden he is so sorry and he wants us to work. Well, that ship has officially sailed.” He crossed his arms, a deep wrinkle set in his forehead and he looked at Sebastian. “I told him the callback I had that time fell through and that I went to an audition today and he told me to give up and get a real job. Like, what has he done to contribute? Nothing. I thought this whole time that he’s been trying to get a job but nope. Nope, he’s been with whoever this guy is. I’ve been working my ass off to get work to pay for our stuff just for my husband to talk down to me and tell me to give up on my dreams-- essentially telling me I’m not talented enough for this field of work and then essentially letting me know that I’m not good enough for him.” He was so upset that he was rambling now, getting more and more upset with every sentence, hot tears falling down his face, tears mixed with hurt and anger. “I’ve never been good enough for him. I left Dalton for him- I left my friends to be with him and his friends and then he left me there. And then I left everything for him yet again to come out here just to be fucking fool again.”

Blaine didn’t realize until this moment that he was practically wearing a track in Sebastian’s floor with his pacing as he shook with emotions, his hands trembling. He stopped pacing for a moment to take a deep breath, looking at Sebastian. Broken and pitiful. “I’m sorry.” He whined, feeling guilty for having his breakdown in front of his best friend while knowing how Sebastian must’ve be feeling right. “I know, I should be happy. This makes things easier for us. But I just- I didn’t expect to feel….like something is wrong with me.” His voice was a little softer. “I mean, what if I end up not being good enough for you either? What if I’m actually not good enough for this career I’ve worked so hard to get to. What if my whole life I have just been set up to fail?”

The shorter closed his eyes to take another deep breath, letting it out shakily before opening them again. “Can I please stay here?” He couldn’t stomach the thought of going back to his and Kurt’s apartment, he honestly didn’t care if he ever set foot inside of that place again. He was so done with Kurt and their life together. As far as he was concerned, it was over.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian sat quietly, watching and listening as Blaine went off on what happened tonight. He thought it best to let the other man finish than to interrupt. When he heard that Kurt had been sneaking around and sleeping with someone else, it made Sebastian’s blood boil. Though he had always thought it, he never thought anything louder and angrier than in that moment: Kurt did not deserve Blaine. He thought of the lengths Blaine had gone through, trying his best to be a doting and faithful husband and his efforts were essentially for nothing. When the shorter man started to cry, Sebastian slowly stood up and approached him, reaching his hand out to grab him. He wanted to be Blaine’s anchor.

“Blaine, there’s nothing wrong with you. Kurt’s an asshole and you don’t need him in your life.” He spoke with certainty as he looked his friend straight in the eyes. “You gave him your everything and he basically threw it all back in your face like nothing matters-- like you don’t matter. But, Blaine, you fucking matter.” Sebastian brought his friend into a tight hug. “You’re the person that matters the most to me. You’re the whole reason why I’m here doing this and-- I mean, you’re so fucking good enough. More than just ‘good enough’.” Sebastian kissed Blaine again, this time softer and careful. His hand reached up to cup the man’s face, wiping away the hot tears that fell from Blaine’s eyes with his thumb. When he pulled away from the kiss this time, he lingered close and rested his forehead against the other’s. “And of course you can stay here… I offered my place to you the first time you were here and I meant it then just as much as I mean it now. You’re always welcome here and I’ll be damned if you ever go back to that piece of shit.”

Sebastian sighed and shook his head with a slight smile on his face. “Well, this is kind of unprecedented… I had something else entirely planned for you.” The kitchen was still decorated and a delicious dinner awaited the two of them but Sebastian figured that food might not be what Blaine wanted. “Do you want to just, like, sit and talk? I made food but it’s whatever at this point--” He made a move for the kitchen to turn everything off. Maybe they could warm it up for later but Sebastian felt right now they needed alcohol more than anything.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine whined softly as Sebastian kissed him, letting his eyes close slowly and kissing him back. He could feel that the taller cared for him. He loved that he could always count on Sebastian to make him feel special and loved and wanted. Even at his lowest of lows, he could count on the other to pick him up. He listened to the words Sebastian said to him but he didn’t believe him-- he wanted to believe him because those words of reassurance, words of love, made Blaine feel so good. But he couldn’t when he felt so awful.

He was extremely thankful to Sebastian for reaffirming that Blaine could stay with him. He needed to be away from Kurt and their home for a while. If not forever. And he needed to be with Sebastian.

Blaine raised his eyebrows when Sebastian told him he had plans for them that evening. “What? What did you have planned?” He asked as he turned to follow Sebastian towards the kitchen, laying his eyes on the set up the other had for then. “Oh,” he spoke softly as he looked around the room, feeling incredibly guilty. “Sebastian you did all of this for me?” Blaine shook his head, pouting softly while a soft whine fell from his lips, looking around the room at the romantic setting. “And here I've been crying about Kurt and I totally left you here waiting for me. You went through so much trouble, I feel so bad.” He took Sebastian's hand to pull him close, looking up into his eyes and taking both of his hands in his own. “You are the greatest, you know that? Thank you for doing this. It means more than you'll ever know.” He leaned their foreheads together and taking a deep breath, Sebastian's actions that night had made a warmth curl up inside of Blaine's tummy despite the sadness he’d faced that night.

“C’mon,” he said, pulling Sebastian towards the table he had set up. “I want to do whatever you had planned. It will be much better than crying on your couch.”

Sebastian Smythe:

“No, hey, don't feel bad,” Sebastian told his friend, waving his little romantic dinner off. “I promise I barely spent any time or effort on all of this; I just kind of whipped it up. I know you've been waiting to hear about callbacks plus you had a big audition today so I figured this could be a dual celebratory-slash-Valentine's dinner.” He moved to pop the bottle of champagne that had been sitting in an ice bucket. “Y’know, any excuse to impress you with my cooking. Also any excuse to make boulangère potatoes.” After having poured two glasses of champagne for he and Blaine to toast over, he looked over the place settings and food. “We don't have to eat if you're not hungry-- I don't know if you ended up eating already or what but we could also just pig out on cake and champagne.” He clicked glasses with Blaine and smiled, “To my new roommate. I'm very honored to have you here.” Sebastian made a mental note to make a copy of his key tomorrow.

Although Blaine had insisted on going through with dinner anyway, Sebastian was smarter than that and definitely knew better. Blaine was too sad to eat and had a lot on his mind; Sebastian insisted that they just sample all the things and instead of eating dinner at the table. They snacked while relaxing on the couch, with the champagne to wash everything down. They had the TV droning on in the background as they spent the evening talking to each other instead. Now that Blaine was going to be living with him, Sebastian announced the night was to be about celebrating that and less focused on Blaine’s break-up. “You don't need to waste anymore time or feelings on that guy,” Sebastian spoke with his mouth full of cake, “He's not worth it.” Instead Sebastian and Blaine talked about other things. When Sebastian learned Blaine had unfortunately tanked his last callback, Sebastian just waved it off-- “So that one wasn't meant to be; you'll get them next time. I believe in you, Blaine. And who else knows you better than your biggest fan?”

Maybe all Blaine needed was an environment where he felt safe and wanted-- loved-- and he would kill all his auditions and get everything he deserved. That was all Sebastian wanted for Blaine.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine rolled his eyes at the mention of his callback, with the exception of his outburst moments before, he hadn’t told Sebastian about him failing yet again. He was embarrassed at how many times he’d auditioned and failed. “Well, there isn’t much to celebrate.” He happily took the glass of champagne, smiling gratefully at Sebastian. “I would love to pig out on cake and drink alcohol with you, Seb.” He agreed as their glasses clinked together. “To the best best friend a guy could ask for.” He took a generous drink of the champagne before nodding for a refill. “I really can’t thank you enough for this.”

Blaine raved about Sebastian’s food as they sampled all of the things he had made for them that night, rolling his eyes and groaning in food-pleasure. Sebastian was incredible in the kitchen and he commented that if nothing else, Seb had a career to fall back on as a chef. As they shoved cake in their faces, Blaine finally told Sebastian about his failed callback and his insides warmed when the taller was supportive rather than scolding. He scooted closer to Sebastian on the couch as they spoke, shaking his head in disbelief. It was in these moments that he felt like the biggest idiot for ever letting that man slip through his fingers. “I really don’t know what I did to deserve you. But I am so glad that that you are here.” He took a drink of his champagne before continuing. “I feel really good about the audition today, you being there before it really lifted my spirits. And who knows,” he shrugged. “Maybe you’re my good luck charm.” Blaine wikned at the taller.

Blaine felt really good in that moment, with his tummy full of cake and delicious food, the alcohol buzzing through his bloodstream, and his heart all a flutter because of Sebastian. He just looked at Sebastian for a long moment, appreciating him before leaning forward to kiss his cheek. When greeted with a grateful but puzzled look he shrugged. “I just really appreciate you.”

His ears perked up when he heard his name on the TV, turning his attention to the screen. It was a more lighthearted segment on the news and they were talking about the shenanigans he had to deal with today. Just another irritation on top of his awful night. Maybe one day he would appreciate the humor more when it came to the man in red just screwing with him - he’d be lying if the guy’s ‘bird call’ line wasn’t funny - but for now he felt it a big waste of time and a nuisance. He shook his head, rolling his eyes. “Did you hear about that? We have a new super-anti-hero-guy running around the streets now.” He commented casually as if he’d heard the news before he came over. “He was tormenting Nightbird today apparently.”

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian liked thinking of himself as Blaine’s good luck charm. Maybe there was some way he could tip the scales in Blaine’s favor and make it so he would be seen as most favorable for whatever it was the man auditioned for. Maybe something for his alter-ego to do while Blaine was away. “Tell you what, killer-- how about from now on, I’ll accompany you to as many of your auditions as possible. We want you to have the best chance at getting a role, right?” He nudged his friend playfully.

When the television caught Blaine’s attention, Sebastian turned up the volume so the both of them could hear the news report better. Someone on the ground had apparently caught a shot of Nightbird flying off the roof of the museum. How pathetic. “Blaine, I have to show you something.” Sebastian set everything down and hurried to his room at normal human speed. When he returned, he had a two 8x10 photos that he had printed out on his photo printer. “Blaine, I was there. It was so awesome!” Sebastian showed his friend the two photos of Nightbird, mostly in focus with ample lighting. It wasn’t an amazing photo of the masked man but it was the best anyone was able to take yet. “I was at the museum shooting photos for this party and then this guy-- this speedster-- showed up all of a sudden and he brought a lot of birds. Like he was trying to get Nightbird out of hiding and it worked. Check it out!” Sebastian was incredibly excited to show Blaine the photos he’d taken; with these photos he could sell them for a lot of money and possibly even get his foot in the door with a great newspaper company. “Maybe I can sell them to The Times or something…”

He was surprised Blaine had heard about what happened between Nightbird and the speedster, under the impression that the man had gone straight from dinner with Kurt to his place. He supposed news about superheroes and villains travelled fast throughout the city… Though he didn’t actually consider himself a villain. “I, uh, couldn’t get a picture of the other guy. He was too fast for me.”

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine raised his eyebrows when Sebastian got excited after he mentioned Nightbird, wondering what he could possible have to show him. He couldn’t help but grin at the taller when he came back, his smile and excitement were infectious. His heart jumped up into his throat when Sebastian showed him the photos of Nightbird. “Oh wow!” He gave a believable, excited act as he took the pictures from Sebastian to see them closer, internally freaking out that he may have caught onto who Nightbird really was. Sebastian was a phenomenal photographer so he wouldn’t have been surprised. Fortunately for Blaine, the pictures were just out of focus enough for his identity not to be revealed but good enough that he knew this was a big deal for Sebastian. He was also slightly concerned that if Sebastian had been hiding out there and listening to the exchange between him and the mystery man, he might’ve recognized his voice.

He had already planned previously to help out Sebastian’s journalist career by getting him some kind of Nightbird exclusive, but he would’ve had time to prepare himself and disguise himself more. He was relieved that Sebastian still had no idea and it was nice to know that the smile on the taller’s face was because of him. “Seb, that’s- that’s so great. I know how badly you’ve wanted these pictures. They are beautiful.” He smiled at the photos, shaking his head. “These are definitely gonna move you up in the business. People are gonna beg you to let them use your photos.” He encouraged Sebastian, happy to see that he is still so passionate about his photos.

Blaine wondered if Sebastian had seen much of the so-called speedster. “So no pictures of the other guy? Did you happen to catch his name or anything? I briefly heard about his event on the way to the restaurant to meet Kurt.” He made up a believable lie, pressing with hope that Sebastian happened to gather more information about this mystery man since he happened to be there when the shenanigans started. “I thought it was interesting that we have a new guy that we haven’t seen before. How did he seem when everything started? Do you think he’s evil or do you think he’s okay?” Blaine caught himself getting a little worked up over this and he cleared his throat. “I mean, y’know, it’s not a big deal. It’s just cool.”

He handed the pictures back to Sebastian, smiling at him. “Here, I don’t want my cake fingers all over your big break.” He crinkled his nose before finishing off his glass of champagne. “So when you make your millions- are we moving over to 5th Avenue?” He teased, looking up at Sebastian with a cheeky grin.

Sebastian Smythe:

Seeing Blaine geek out over Nightbird and the speedster made Sebastian laugh. Even all these years later, Blaine was still a nerd at heart. He wished that Blaine could’ve been there on the roof to witness the two super-powered beings and their snarky rapport with one another. Maybe it was better that he wasn’t so it was easier to hide his identity. Sebastian was new to the whole ‘secret-identity-thing’ so he thought it best to play it coy about the speedster. “I wasn’t able to, no-- the best I got was a blur but that’s all it was so I deleted the photo off my camera. He was being a smartass but the name I heard was, uh, ‘Batman’?” He laughed because he knew and Blaine knew that this speedster wasn’t the Batman at all. “No idea if he’s evil; he and Nightbird almost seem like enemies, though.” Sebastian knew full and well that he had given everyone-- including Nightbird-- the impression that the speedster was a bad guy who was up to no good.

Sebastian took the photos back and placed them somewhere safe before returning to the couch. After refilling Blaine’s glass of champagne, he thought to himself how he would treat himself with whatever money decided to flow in from his photos. If he kept this up, he could take pictures of Nightbird and the speedster for a continuous flow of cash. Sooner or later, he could live comfortably in a luxury condominium if he wanted. He knew Blaine was only joking but Sebastian had higher expectations for himself as a superpowered metahuman. “Yeah? I promise when we move, it’ll definitely be somewhere better than here.” Sebastian wanted to give Blaine everything he deserved, including a luxury apartment smack-dab in the middle of hoity-toity Manhattan. "Before I come into my millions of dollars, however, I think we should move your stuff into here. I want this to be just as much your place now as it is mines; I'll clear out a space in the closet and my dresser for you."

He knew that eventually he would have to come up with a name for himself. He couldn't be causing trouble through New York City without a name the entire city would remember. He wanted to be well-known like Nightbird but perhaps maybe not in exactly the same sense. Sebastian had no desire to fight crime or rid the city of evil because he didn't see the point. Evil was a constant and relentless force that would not be stopped no matter how much the superheroes like Nightbird and the folk fought back. Sebastian wasn't on the villain's side either; he just wanted to do what was best for him and now, what was best for Blaine. "Maybe they should call him 'Speedy', the Speeding Speedster," Sebastian joked. He knew in order to create a cover for himself he needed to make fun of the new guy as much as he did for Bird Boy.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine internally rolled his eyes when he's reminded of the mystery speedster's tormenting words but he laughed with Sebastian anyway because he was sure that if he hadn't been the one who wasted half of his day looking through the city for birds and flying them back to the Bronx and Central Park, he would've thought the guy's antics were hilarious. "Ah, Batman. That's funny." He listened carefully to any information Sebastian had that he might've missed but unfortunately his best friend knew less than he did. "Well, I guess we'll just have to keep an eye on this guy and see what happens." He smiled at the taller, one of his eyebrows quirking. "And since you are the hot new reporter in town, you'll be the one I come to first for all of my superhero needs." Blaine crinkled his nose.

He couldn't help but smile at Sebastian, the way he spoke of future plans as if it was just so obviously certain that Blaine was going to be there made him feel good. It was nice to feel good after such a horrible night. When the taller suggested they get his things from his and Kurt's place he shook his head. "Uh-uh, no way. I am not going back there." He crossed his arms, situating himself on the couch a little more comfortable. "I don't care what is over there; he can keep it forever. I can't," He groaned, closing his eyes and rubbing his face. "I can't even look at him right now, I'm so angry with him." The thought of being anywhere near Kurt in that moment made his stomach churn, he was too upset. He sighed, thinking for a moment before it set in that he had absolutely nothing there at Sebastian’s.

“We might have to go shopping though.” He said, chuckling softly. “I can’t wear these clothes every day for the rest of my life. And I need things like a toothbrush, etcetera.”  Blaine sighed, running his fingers through his hair as he looked up at Sebastian. “I’m sorry for just barging in on your life here.”

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian hummed to himself when Blaine noted that they should be on the lookout for the two superpowered beings. Though he wouldn’t dare tell Blaine, he was determined to track down Nightbird and use him to his advantage. As his new alter ego, he would be able to catch up to the caped crusader and get some really nice close-up photos. “I just wish I could get an interview with the guy…” He mumbled mostly to himself, though loud enough for Blaine to hear. “I want to pick his brain and get to know the guy, y’know?” He hoped that since the two were both gifted with superpowers, perhaps they would be seeing a lot more of each other.

Hearing that Blaine had absolutely no intention of ever stepping foot into Kurt’s apartment again was music to his ears. Maybe one day Sebastian would take it upon himself to go there and retrieve any of Blaine’s possessions so the man could save himself a trip full of arguments and a pathetic ex-boyfriend. Sebastian always bested Kurt when it came to wits and after what had happened tonight there was no way the former was intending to play nice. Blaine’s lack of clothes did impose a bit of a problem, however. Though Sebastian had no problem lending out his own clothes for the man to wear, it was a no-brainer that his clothes were at least a size too big for the shorter man. “A little retail therapy to liven up your mood? Do you still love the mall as much as you did in high school? I remember that one time we went on a winter fashion shopping spree and,” he chuckled at the memory, “you were so happy when you found that obnoxious cardigan…. I think it had tiny lobsters on it or something?” Sebastian could picture a teenaged Blaine in said cardigan, grinning so giddily. “Your fashion sense had always been very cute and unique.”

A suggestive look appeared onto his face when something much more dirty popped into his head. “Or, y’know, you could just go naked and stay here.” He shrugged and pretended as if he was dead serious, “you could stay here at home and just strut around naked-- wearing only a bowtie. I promise I’ll bring you home pizza so you don't starve.

“All joking aside, I promise you're not ‘barging in on me’,” he motioned with air-quotes. “Blaine, I want you here.” He placed his hand on his friend’s leg and leaned in for a gentle kiss. “I'm always going to be your biggest fan; I love you.” Those three words always had weight whenever he said them to Blaine but this time especially so. His words almost felt loaded-- like they might turn right around and bite him in the ass. It was no secret Sebastian had always chased after Blaine but even after all this time, he was still in love with him. Sebastian never expected the other to reciprocate those feelings, knowing he was tied to Kurt. Even now, he knew that even though the two were broken up and Blaine was angry with his husband, there were still feelings there. After all, Blaine wouldn't be so upset or angry or felt so betrayed if he hadn't loved Kurt.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine raised his eyebrows as Sebastian continued on about Nightbird, it was simultaneously making him feel good and a tiny bit jealous. Even if it was silly to be jealous of yourself. A cheeky grin spread across his face and he laughed softly. “I'm sorry, do you have some sort of crush on this Nightbird fella?” The shorter teased. “Do I need to be jealous already?”

Blaine giggled again when the taller brought up his lobster sweater, remembering that day fondly when they spent time together shopping. “I love that sweater! I would love to find another like it. You know, you and Sam were the only ones who didn't hate that sweater.”  He shifted on the couch more to face his best friend and he nodded his head. “I would love to go shopping with you. I think it would be fun- I just, uh,” Blaine cast his gaze downwards, feeling a little embarrassed. “I just can't really afford it right now.” He sighed heavily as a wrinkle settled in his forehead. He really should have thought about that before leaving his apartment. “I could ask my parents for money but I've been really trying to avoid doing that- they've already paid my rent three times this year.” His voice is soft and his tone ashamed.

He cracked another smile, however, when Sebastian joked about him being naked, it pulling a laugh out of him. “Oh you would just love that wouldn't you?” Blaine crinkles his nose. “But y’know, nakedness in exchange for pizza sounds like a pretty sweet deal.”

Blaine looked at Sebastian adoringly as he is reassured that he is more than welcome, his heart fluttering when the taller leans in to kiss him. He kisses him back just as gently, letting out a happy sigh when he leaned his head against the couch, still looking at Sebastian with the same look. He bit his bottom lip, letting his teeth drag slowly over it when Sebastian told him he loved him. They've always said it to each other in the way you do your friend even if they both meant it more deep down, they've even said it a few times since they met up again but Blaine felt the difference in this moment and it made him feel as if one of those broken pieces of himself found its place again. “I love you too, Seb.” Blaine took a breath before continuing, reaching over to take the other's hand. “I'm sorry it's taken me so long. I'm sorry I was such an idiot and I treated you so badly.” His voice was soft and genuine, an undertone of pleading. “I promise if you give me the chance, I won't let you down again.”

He lifted his head from the couch, taking both of Sebastian's hands then, looking into his eyes. “I know that I am going through some stuff right now. But I want you to know that I do want this. I want you. Please, please, don't ever think I don't ever again. I've been lying to myself and to Kurt since the day I met you.” He took another soft breath before sighing. “I want to do this right and I want to make sure you never, ever, feel like a rebound or like my second choice. Just because I made the wrong choice the first time. Okay?” Blaine leaned forward to rest their foreheads together. “I know you. I know how you think. Don't think it, okay?”  He took Sebastian's face in his hands gently. “I care about you so much, and I'm going to prove it to you.”

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian didn’t want the other to think he was too interested in Nightbird. Though it was true that before his powers he was mostly fascinated of the masked man, now that he himself had obtained powers, it was less curious and more just to have fun. He could see himself starting a friendly little rivalry with the superhero and if anything ever got too heated or out of control then he could just disappear. Unlike Nightbird, the speedster didn’t put himself under any responsibilities and he had no duties to uphold to the people of New York City.

With a wry laugh, Sebastian looked down from Blaine’s eyes, unable to look him in the face. It wasn’t until the man took his face into his small hands that Sebastian finally locked eyes with the other. He could stare into those golden honey eyes all day even if he didn’t want to-- Blaine’s eyes were almost hypnotizing. “Okay, I believe you.” He replied with his voice quiet. He trusted Blaine with all of his heart but there was an ounce of doubt that had budded from Blaine running to him only when he needed to get away from Kurt. Even now, it almost felt like he was a second choice. As pathetic as that made him feel, he was appreciative that Blaine was finally his. Sebastian only wanted Blaine and he didn’t care that he had to essentially pick up broken pieces of him and hold him together after Kurt shattered his heart. He put those negative feelings away and listened only to Blaine, doing his best to believe in his words. He gave the shorter man a reassuring smile, his heart happy to hear those special three words parroted back to him. He could feel it down to the bones that he meant a lot to Blaine. Sebastian would stop at nothing and work every day at making him mean the most to him. Sebastian had always been fiercely jealous and possessive when it came to anything and Blaine was no exception. It would take time but eventually Kurt would be only an afterthought in Blaine’s mind.

In regards to Blaine’s lack of money, Sebastian had already figured this was the case since he’d been out pounding the pavement and looking for a decent role to provide an income. Fortunately for the man, Sebastian had found himself with lots of money thanks to Nightbird. “We can go on a shopping spree tomorrow; I’ll hit up the Times in the morning and sell those photos. So you can thank Bird Boy for your all-new wardrobe… Sound good?” He nudged his friend to let him know it was alright to spend this money. It wasn’t charity but simply a friend helping out another friend. Sebastian knew that if the roles were reversed, Blaine would have his back.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine chuckled softly to himself when Sebastian said he could thank Nightbird for his new clothing and essentials, thinking it funny. He even thanked himself inside his mind. He didn't argue, though, thinking he could just pay Sebastian back later with another glimpse of Nightbird. Maybe even an exclusive interview.

Blaine knew he was going to have to work extra hard with Sebastian and always make it known that he was there because he wanted to be. He had a lot of years and a lot of things to make up for when it came to Sebastian and their relationship, and he planned on doing his very best to do just that. He had come to the realization while on his Nightbird flight after the disaster that was dinner, that his and Kurt’s relationship was over a year ago. He didn't know what happened, he thought about their relationship when he was flying through the sky and he figured out where they went wrong. They went wrong after the first time they broke up and they forced themselves to get back together and try again. Things were never really right again after that. They pushed through and forced it and all the while Blaine was still pushing through and trying his hardest to make things work while Kurt had just given up and moved on without having the courtesy of letting Blaine in on what was happening. Blaine was definitely hurt. But he was also angry. He felt very frustrated that he had wasted so much time and energy and feelings on Kurt. Despite being hurt over the situation, he mostly felt relieved and free. Like he had just lost a thousand pounds. He knew that being rid of such a toxic relationship was going to be so much better for him in the long run.

He gave Sebastian one last gentle kiss before a yawn escaped him. “A shopping spree sounds wonderful.” He agreed with a soft smile. “We can have a fashion montage like in a movie.” He chuckled before another yawn. It finally settled in that he was tired from a long, trying day.  

“Today has been a brutal one,” He gently complained, letting his limbs stretch out over the couch as another yawn escaped him. “So,” he but his lip gently, looking at the taller. “Do you want me to sleep on the couch or?” He asks with a slightly cheeky grin. Blaine already knew the answer to that but he didn't want Sebastian to get the wrong idea.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian wore a satisfied grin when it was settled that they would be going out tomorrow and getting Blaine a whole new wardrobe. He was definitely looking forward to the man modeling a bunch of different outfits for him. After all this time, he was ready to start making memories with Blaine as a couple. “I’ll bring my camera and take photos of you in all your outfits; it’ll be a whole lot of fun. And afterwards when we come home, I can set up my backdrop in the living room to take some professional-style photos. We’ll update your resume with a really hot headshot.”

When Blaine decided to stretch out on the couch, Sebastian hid no shame as he practically ogled him. He licked his lips when the hem of his shirt pulled up slightly with the stretch, exposing the tiny bit of his cute belly. “D-Do you want to sleep on the couch?” He questioned with a laugh. “You’re sleeping with me, silly-- I’ve got a queen bed.” Though he knew Blaine was only joking, even just thinking of having the man sleeping on his couch instead of his bed sent a pang of sadness through him. There was no way he would ever let Blaine sleep by himself again if he could help it. “If you really need all that space to yourself then I’ll graciously give the bed to you and I’ll be the one to sleep on the couch… your highness.” Sebastian mock-bowed, unable to mask his smile from their playful teasing. “C’mon, you can borrow one of my shirts for bed.”

After cleaning up the kitchen and putting away all the leftovers, Sebastian showed Blaine to his-- their-- bedroom. They discussed and settled on which parts of the room they would change and accommodate for Blaine moving in. Although Blaine had said nothing needed to be changed since he hadn’t want to impose, Sebastian insisted that he make Blaine feel at home as possible.

The next day, Sebastian was able to exchange the photos for a nice lump sum. He promised the editor-in-chief at The New York Times that he would bring more photos, conveniently keeping his method for capturing Nightbird a secret. While Sebastian was away, he instructed that Blaine clear out a few of the drawers in his dresser and space in the closet for all the new clothes they would buy. Sebastian even offered to buy an extra dresser to push up against the foot of the bed if they really needed it. Because Sebastian had money, he wanted to buy anything the man wanted that he couldn’t buy for himself.

When they finally made their way to the mall downtown, Sebastian let his friend lead the way to whichever store he wanted. It was obvious that although the years had passed since high school, Blaine Anderson still had a very specific taste in clothing. He watched and commented positively whenever Blaine showed him any clothing he wanted to bring to the fitting room. Sebastian finally sat down in front of the door to one of the fitting rooms, getting his camera ready to take photos. These were mostly for fun so Sebastian didn’t bring any extras for over-the-top photos. “Now, remember to pose, killer.” He winked at Blaine before the man disappeared behind the door to try on his first outfit.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine chuckled softly when Sebastian informed him that he would definitely be sleeping in his bed with him. "Well, I just wanted to be polite." He said with a smile as he got up from the couch. He laughed again when Sebastian bowed to him and called him 'your highness', crinkling his nose. "No, no, kind sir. I do require cuddling to sleep." Blaine helped Sebastian in the kitchen before he looped his arm through Sebastian's and allowed him to escort him to their room where he stripped down to his boxers, slipping on one of Sebastian's shirts.

As they discussed him moving in and all of the things Sebastian wanted to do to make him feel like he was welcome and home, Blaine felt like he actually belonged there and he slept peacefully that night for the first time in a while.

The next day while Sebastian was out looking for the highest bidder to sell his photos to, Blaine took his time getting ready for their day and going through a few of Sebastian's dresser drawers, moving some things around to make room for his things. Once he had a few empty drawers ready for him to fill with his new clothes later on that night. He took that time to get to know his new home a little, and to be a little nosey. He looked around Sebastian's bedroom, running his fingers along the dresser as he looked at the couple of pictures Sebastian had framed. He smiled to himself and he picked up one of them. It was picture of Sebastian's family, he assumed it was recent judging by how old Sloane was in the photo. It made him happy to see the family even if was just in photo form- he and the Smythe family had always gotten along very well and he always felt so welcome in their home. Just like he did there in Sebastian’s apartment. Thinking about all of the signs-- the bright, flashing neon signs-- that had always pointed to his inevitable fate of being with Sebastian, he felt stupid.  

With a soft sigh, he placed this frame down gently and he looked down at the wedding band around his finger. He thought about Kurt and Sebastian both and how they made him feel. They both made him feel very differently. When he was with Kurt he felt suffocated, stifled, and alone and when he was Sebastian it was the complete opposite. Sebastian made him feel warm and loved- Sebastian made him feel seen and like he could be himself. He hadn’t felt that way in years and the previous night had just solidified that it was time for him to officially give up on Kurt and move on. He closed his eyes for a moment and took a breath before slipping the ring off of his finger, shoving it in his back pocket with his phone -which he had silenced because Kurt had not stopped trying to call him and text him - he would figure out what to do with it, and his future ex-husband, later.

He helped himself to one of Sebastian's shirts, one of his tighter ones so it would fit him okay and to some of Sebastian's hair gel to only loosely style his hair so it wasn’t obnoxiously out of place. Blaine was very happy to see Sebastian later that day when they met up and he enjoyed walking through the mall with the taller as they talked, he was happy to hear that Sebastian had gotten a very nice chunk of change for the Nightbird photos. He was honestly surprised at the amount and he could only imagine how much he could get for pictures that were even clearer. Maybe if he kept that up for him he could get Sebastian into a nicer apartment and maybe even help him get that dream job he'd always wanted.

When he spotted one of his favorite stores he gave a little excited gasp and pulled Sebastian in with him. Blaine was good at a lot of things and shopping was one of them. First, he went through all of the clothing racks, picking all of the things that caught his eye, putting together multiple outfits and occasionally asking Sebastian's opinion here and there on articles of clothing. When it came to shopping for clothes Blaine had an eye for it and he never tried on an incomplete outfit- meaning when he liked something he found the shoes and in some cases the bowtie to match before he even tried it on. Once he was satisfied with his choices they headed for the dressing rooms, he giggled softly to himself when Sebastian reminded him to pose and shot him that wink that made him go weak in the knees. He quickly threw on one of the outfits and came strutting out in a pair of navy blue pants with little white anchors sprinkled on them, a royal blue button up with an orange sweater pulled over it, finished off with a blue and white checkered bowtie and some blue suede shoes he strikes a few poses for Sebastian, giggling almost shyly at first. “What do you think?” He asked as he gave a little spin, smiling at the other.

He went on to try the other outfits, all matching and completely loud. One shirt looked like a pack of crayons had melted over his shoulders, one outfit made him look like a taxi cab, and one of the bowties he’d chosen had flamingos on them. Blaine definitely had a very special and unique style and not a lot of people got it, but Sebastian always helped made him feel confident even if his outfits were silly sometimes, and boy did he know they were silly. That’s why he liked them. With every outfit he tried on he came out to show Sebastian and he posed for him, he modeled the clothes with confidence. Blaine gave the other silly poses - like pretending to hail a cab in his taxi outfit, then pretending to actually be a cab - serious, model poses, happy poses, all of them. He even danced around to the music coming from the speakers throughout the store, singing to the songs playing.  

Sebastian Smythe:

It was a delight to see Blaine in one of his own shirts; it gave Sebastian the impression that they were an actual couple that shared clothes. Though he knew Blaine needed new clothes of his own, a more selfish part of him wished that the man could just continue borrowing clothes from him.

When Blaine disappeared to try on his first outfit, Sebastian had his camera all set up, ready and waiting to snap the first pictures like the retail store dressing room was a high-stakes fashion runway. Sebastian was thankful for digital cameras as he found himself snapping dozens of photos of Blaine doing all different sorts of poses. It was plain for Sebastian to see that the man still retained his very preppy style of clothing from high school, complete with bow ties, collared button downs, with the twist of unusual patterns. When Blaine did a little twirl and a pose, Sebastian snapped a few photos and gave the man a thumbs-up. “Looking good, killer. Super sexy.” He loved the way Blaine looked so comfortable in his clothes both physically and emotionally. Like every stereotypical gay man, Blaine had his own sense of fashion that made an impression whenever he simply walked down the street. It was very different from Sebastian’s own style but he appreciated it on Blaine.

Halfway through Blaine’s little modeling session, Sebastian thought it a good idea to pull out his phone and begin shooting a little video. Though the photos would do a fine job showcasing Blaine’s sexiness and playful side, Sebastian thought that a video would capture the man’s unbridled joy. He approached Blaine and turned the phone camera around so they were both i in the shot, dancing together. “See this guy? Future famous person, right here,” Sebastian spoke into the camera before ducking out to give Blaine the spotlight in the video.

Every outfit and pose or dance had Sebastian laughing, grinning ear to ear. He was having so much fun with Blaine that time and everyone else around was unknown to them. It was peculiar feeling but Sebastian loved that the other could make him feel that way-- not even his newly found super powers could that for him. By the time they were finished trying on all the outfits Blaine had picked out, Sebastian ordered a retail worker to round it all up and take it to the cashier’s. “We’re taking all of it,” he told Blaine, his tone adamant and certain. “Including the shoes and whatnot, too.” Sebastian was never the type to really look at price tags whenever he bought himself anything-- he had the money to grant him such luxury-- so when the grand total came out to more than what he had made from the Nightbird photos, he pulled out his credit card, unfazed.

“Only the best for my man,” Sebastian declared in a cheeky tone, his hand wrapped around Blaine’s waist while he carried the bags with his free hand. He felt a buzzing vibration coming from Blaine’s pants and realized it was the other man’s phone, probably ringing. “Blaine, your pho--” He pulled it out to hand to the man but stopped in his tracks when he realized what he saw on the screen. Blaine had dozens upon dozens of missed calls and unread messages, all from Kurt. “Oh.” His smiles faltered but he caught himself from frowning, reluctantly surrendering the phone to its rightful owner. “Are you… Are you going to call him back?” Just as he’d asked, the phone buzzed again with another phone call from Kurt. “Maybe you ought to answer it.”

Suddenly in the moment the reality of everything came crashing down on top of Sebastian. He wasn’t really Blaine’s boyfriend-- not yet, anyway. The man was still married to Kurt and it was very clear that Kurt had no intentions of letting go of Blaine without a good fight. Sebastian motioned away, gesturing that he would go sit and wait closeby with the newly acquired clothes while Blaine spoke on the phone. It was a conversation he wasn’t sure he wanted to hear but he still wanted to be nearby in case it got ugly. Maybe if Blaine was distracted, he could dash over to Kurt’s apartment as the speedster and steal his phone. At least then Kurt would leave Blaine alone for a little while.

Blaine Anderson:

When Blaine noticed that Sebastian was filming him, he giggled to himself and he began to show off a bit more for the camera, even pulling out some old Warbler moves for the taller when Sebastian took a step back to give him the spotlight. After a moment or two he even pulled him back to join him for a few steps. He was having so much fun shopping and dancing with Sebastian that he’d almost completely forgotten about the things he was dealing with behind the scenes with Kurt. He loved how Sebastian could just take him away and make it seem like they were the only two people in the entire world and nothing else mattered. It was exactly what Blaine had needed after how trying the day before had been. He danced with the taller and laughed with him, taking his phone at one point and snapping a few pictures of the both of them while they fooled around. He felt good when he tried on the clothes and Sebastian complimented him, he loved the way that Sebastian made him feel. He definitely did a nice job of making Blaine’s confidence level rise.

When they were finally done shopping and Sebastian told the retail worker to wrap up all of the outfits he had put together -including some lounging and sleepwear - Blaine felt spoiled. He stood there next to the taller as they waited to pay, slipping his arm around Sebastian’s and looking up at him with a smile. “Thank you for this, Seb.” He said, leaning his head on his shoulder and letting out a happy sigh. “I really appreciate this.”

Butterflies fluttered up around his tummy when Sebastian’s arm snaked around his waist and the words ‘my man’ rolled off his tongue effortlessly- he liked the way that sounded. Blaine liked the thought of being Sebastian’s man.  “Your man, huh?” He asked with a slight grin and a quirk of his eyebrow. “I like the way that sounds.” His smile fell when he saw the look on Sebastian’s face change to one of disappointment when he pulled Blaine’s phone out of his pocket. “What’s-” Blaine began to speak but before he could finish he noticed why. Kurt had been blowing up his phone all morning and it looked as if he hadn’t stopped well into the afternoon. Blaine rolled his eyes and let out a heavy sigh as he took his phone from Sebastian. “I’m sorry.” He said, a deep wrinkle setting in his forehead. Frowned when the other walked away from him, taking half of a step towards him automatically before stopping and looking down at his phone. Blaine was so mad at Kurt already and it only made him even more so that he had to go and spoil the afternoon he was having with Sebastian. 

Blaine glanced up at Sebastian before looking at his phone again, huffing and shaking his head. He tapped the button to reject the call as he went after Sebastian, turning his phone completely off, refusing to succumb to whatever drama Kurt was trying to bring him into. “Hey-” His voice was soft when he reached Sebastian, placing his hand on his arm to turn the taller to face him. “No, I’m...I’m not going to talk to him. You and I are spending the day together. His drama can wait.” Blaine said with a confident nod, shoving his phone into his pocket. “I don’t care to hear whatever he has to say.” And it was true- he really didn’t. He didn’t want to talk about what they were going through or whoever Kurt was seeing or what they were going to do. Blaine wanted to ignore it and have at least one day without all of that negative energy.

Blaine took a soft breath as he slipped his arm around Sebastian’s, leaning up to kiss his cheek before giving him a reassuring smile.“C’mon, let’s go get food or something. I’m starving after all of that dancing.”  He knew he had to deal with Kurt sooner or later but it wasn’t going to be that soon.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian had taken a step away to allow Blaine privacy but it’d only been a moment when he felt the warm touch of Blaine’s hand against his arm. Turning around immediately to give the man his full attention, the response garnered a genuine and reassured smile from Sebastian. For once, it felt like he was being put in front of Kurt-- that he was now the priority of Blaine’s life. He hoped that this feeling would soon become regular. His smile only widened when Blaine looped his arm with his, the kiss leaving the feeling of electricity running down his back.

“You know, I’m really thankful for you,” Sebastian mentioned as they made their way to the food court. “I know these clothes feel like a huge gesture and you’ll feel indebted to me or whatever but, really-- You don’t have to feel that. You do more for me than you know.” There was a moment between them where Sebastian could feel he’d filled the air with something more meaningful and sincere than their usual playfulness. It was different from their usual quirkiness or silly moments they shared together. The feeling caused Sebastian to chuckle breathily to himself and shake his head, needing to physically shake himself from the moment. “Any-anyway, I just wanted you to know. I’m having a great time with you.”

The two eventually arrived at the food court and Sebastian engorged himself on a delicious spread of junk food and sugary treats, even coaxing Blaine to get whatever it was his heart and taste buds desired. Though they continued to have fun with each other, the feeling from earlier still weighed itself heavy in Sebastian’s chest. He always knew he had a soft spot for Blaine and that he was “the one that got away” but having him around and very likely becoming a permanent part of his life gave him a brand new feeling he hadn’t experienced before. It was in his nature to ignore it or file it away to be addressed another time, so he and Blaine continued on their day of fun without delving too much into that conversation.

At the end of the day, both their hands were full of shopping bags filled with outfits and even a few knick knacks they had come across on their little mall adventure. Sebastian helped Blaine move into his bedroom and they filled the empty spaces in the drawers and closets with Blaine’s new clothes and Sebastian even made space for things that would help Blaine feel more at home. Now Sebastian’s home was filled with lots of things that belonged to Blaine and before he went to sleep that night, seeing Blaine’s new toothbrush at the bathroom sink brought a smile to Sebastian’s face. They ate together, they lived together, and they went to sleep together. It was a life that Sebastian would definitely get used to. The thought of the rest of their days being like this kept his goofy smile going even as they both fell asleep in each other’s arms that night.