#maybe just if they were experiments like Sebastian?

[newts-and-sharks]

Blitz the Viperfish has joined the Gang

Pinkie the beloved from the hit Roblox game Pressure

[cosmicwavelengths]

staring problem

pairing: avenger! bucky barnes x physical therapist! reader summary: you’ve been working with sam, joaquin, and bucky for the past few months, and you couldn’t help but notice how bucky just… stares. (based off of dialogue from the falcon and the winter soldier: “does he always just stare like that?” “you get used to it.” and “you’re doing the staring thing again.” + more)

a/n: hello and welcome to my first one shot! i saw captain america: brave new world last week and it was tremendous! i went back and watched the falcon and the winter soldier and it inspired me to write this fic. i've been pretty excited to share this, so i hope you enjoy! likes and reblogs are always appreciated forehead kiss

comments/tags: ca:bnw (spoilers!), fluff, bucky barnes is a 106 year old grumpy ass, bucky has a staring problem (quite severely), physical therapist/trainer f! reader, sam wilson, joaquin torres, bucky doesn’t hate joaquin here but he has a youthful energy that old man barnes finds mildly exhausting (sometimes), there’s technically a girthy age gap between bucky and reader (probably 60-80 years) but bucky can’t help that so we will collectively ignore it, strangers-to-lovers except bucky is just Confused, no y/n use

cw: mentions of alcohol (drinking, reader getting drunk), sebastian stan’s intense glare (swoon), kissing, language (bucky has a potty mouth)

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In his 106 or so years, you were the first person who Bucky Barnes met that genuinely perplexed  him. And he couldn’t exactly put his finger on why.

During his over-extended life, he prided himself on his ability to read people and understand their intentions almost immediately. Maybe he’s a cynic, but he finds it to be much easier to organize the recurring figures of his life into different areas of his mind. Of course, there’s the rare individual that Bucky genuinely likes, such as Sam. And with others he tolerates, like Joaquín. But you? He wasn’t exactly sure how he felt. And if Bucky was being honest with himself, it scares him.

Considering he already knows almost everything about you, it’s almost frustrating how little Bucky truly knows you. Sure, Joaquín sat you all down as a group to discuss their new physical therapist. Similar to Joaquín in age, graduated from college not too long ago,, has significant experience with working with service men. You’ve been working with them for nearly six months already, and Bucky has yet to properly assess where you sit in his brain.

Whenever you entered the room -- any room, you had a certain energy. Maybe it’s the way you carry yourself, but you seem to have this natural ability to alter the space around you in some way. Your teeth and eyes seemed to sparkle, the way they open up so wide to greet him and the others at the beginning of each training session.

“Does he always just stare like that?” you inquire quietly, leaning over to Sam as you create a hamstring out of a roll of kinesiology tape. You subtly nudge your arm in the general direction where Bucky stood next to the weight rack.

Sam chuckles, “You get used to it.” You shrug in response, putting your head down and continuing to wrap the tape around his calf. “He might be a bionic staring machine, but he’s been through a lot. It’s just how he is, I wouldn’t take it personally,” he smiles down at you. Making a quick glance in his direction, Bucky continues to stare pointedly, brows furrowed and jaw clenched. Intimidating. You suppose any regular person would be skeeved out under such intense pressure, but it makes you rather demure. Even though you’re looking in his direction, he continues to look at you with his intense eyes. You’d think that most people would stop after being noticed, especially since you’ve caught him staring at you more than twice, but he continues with his piercing gaze anyways. 

Since Sam had decided to rebuild the Avengers, you had been brought in as their physical therapist. If you were honest, you weren’t exactly sure why superheroes of all people needed physical therapy, with what cutting edge technology and medicine they have at their disposal, but it pays well and you can’t complain about that in this economy.. Since starting, you’ve already become relatively close with Sam and Joaquín. But Bucky…

…Well, judging by the way he’s practically staring through you, you’d be safe in assuming that he hates you or something. You’ve not really had a chance to have a full fledged conversation with him. You helped him stretch, applied kinesio tape when asked. Within your first few days here, you surmised that he was just a private person. But, you’ve seen the quick smiles he flashed at Sam and the occasional short conversation with Joaquín. You normally don’t take these things too personally, but the people pleaser side of you tends to rear its ugly head. Aside from that, there was something about Bucky that made you want him to like you at least a little bit. You’ve tried your best to be friendly to him during your brief interactions, but he didn’t seem to have much of an interest in conversing with you past exchanging pleasantries. Even though it hurts a little, it’s just how some of these jobs go, after all, you can’t expect to be friends with all your clients. But his nearly constant staring at you is… menacing.

“I just don’t think he’s taken to me that well,” you breathe, finishing the wrap on his quad and cutting away the excess tape with scissors. “He doesn’t seem to like talking to me… or like me, at all.”

“It’s not you,” Sam reassures gently. “Give him some time to open up.”

--

“Y’know, you probably scare her with how much you stare at her like that.”

Bucky re-racked the weights with much more force than he wanted, causing the weights to make a heavy clunk sound against the metal, making her and Sam’s heads snap over in their direction. Shit.

Bucky looks at Joaquín and frowns. “Don’t sneak up on me like that. And I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Dude, you have something of a staring problem,” says Joaquín. “Do you know that? It’s important to us that you know that. You have zero tact.”

Bucky grumbles under his breath in response, turning back to the weight rack to select a heavier dumbbell. “At least say something to her when we go out later? You can tell it bothers her,” Joaquín offers with a smile. Bucky steps back from the rack, preparing for his next set. “Stay out of my business, Torres.”

“This seems like a very unnatural problem for someone like you to have. Maybe we should call Wakanda, tell them that our cyborg puppet has stopped working and is in urgent need of recalibration.”

“Fuck off.”

--

The bar is loud. Far too loud for Bucky’s taste as he enters the establishment with Sam. Had it been up to him, he would have picked his usual quiet spot near his apartment. But, it is her six month anniversary of working with the guys, and Bucky wasn’t going to miss a chance to drink for free on Sam’s tab. Bucky stuffs his hands deeper into the pockets of his leather jacket, scanning the many faces around the room. Keep an eye out for any potential threats…

“Well?” Sam asks, turning to Bucky and breaking him out of his concentration. Bucky’s jaw tightens, “Don’t you and Torres know better than to be in my business?” he says, crabbily. Sam shrugs his shoulders, hands out in defense. “Hey! I just want you to be happy, man. Just think about what Torres said, maybe?” He steps back from Bucky with a smile, clapping his hand against Bucky’s shoulder before approaching Joaquín at the bar. And there you are, sitting next to Joaquín, shining like the stars and moon… yet unsteady. Your warm expression grows upon seeing Sam, pulling him into a tight hug. What the hell, sure, Bucky ponders briefly before stalking up to the only open space in the bar and ordering a beer.

“Sam!” you answer excitedly, throwing your arms around him in a warm hug. He reciprocates in kind, saying a quick greeting during the embrace. “Wo-oah there!” Sam teases, “Has Joaquín here been filling you up with drinks here?” He gestures to the glassware that you and Joaquín collected, lightly crowding the bar surface.

“Hey, look, it’s a cheat night for all of us, and more importantly, her six month work anniversary!” Joaquín reminds Sam with a laugh. “Yes, tonight is all about me, guys,” you tease, smiling lazily at them. You generally don’t make it a habit to engage with clients outside of the gym, but Sam and Joaquín had truly welcomed you to the team with open arms these last few months. It was truly kind of Sam to pick up the tab tonight, and you’d feel rude refusing.

You settle back into your barstool as Sam and Joaquín begin a conversation. You scan the many faces around the U-shaped bar until you notice Bucky standing there, waiting on his drink. He’s of average height, about six feet tall or so, yet he stands out among the others around him. He wears his infamous scowl as he toys with his leather gloves. You took care in noticing how the light of the bar catches his upper cheek bone and the top of his jawline by his ear. His brooding blue eyes as they scan the area round him. So intimidating… yet..

He glances up at you quickly, incidentally locking eyes with you across the bar. Your eyes grow wide, feeling smaller than you’ve ever felt before. It’s almost eerie the way he studies you, as if he is trying to memorize every atom and particle of your facial structure. You almost freeze under his watch, sobering up a little as you sit up straighter. Properly. You cast out your usual friendly gestures, an invitation -- a small smile and a shy wave of your finger tips. Maybe it’s your alcohol-muddled brain playing tricks on you, but you could’ve sworn that the corner of his lips turned ever so slightly upwards.

It felt like time stopped when Bucky noticed you. The small wisps of your hair caught by the lowlights above the bar, reaching to the bow of the lips that once held a grin. Your wide eyes holding a sparkle of light. How he can see the way your skin flushes due to your alcohol consumption. Bucky finds it adorable the way you lightly smile at him, waving your hand gently. He sees the way you’re a bit wobbly, having to lean against the bar to keep things steady. He couldn’t help but be amused. His attention is torn away by the bartender setting down the beer bottle in front of him. Bucky fishes for cash in his pocket, setting it in the man’s hand and finally approaching the group.

He stuffs his beer-less hand deep into his jacket pocket as he stops next to Sam. He claps his hand on Bucky’s shoulder in greeting, Bucky acknowledges him with a slight nod of his head. “Bucky!” Sam exclaims, gesturing to the group. “Welcome. We were wondering when you’d show up!” Bucky looks at him with a tired expression. “Lost track of time at the gym,” he mumbles. “Likely story,” Joaquín laughs, before being cut short by Bucky nudging him sharply with his flesh elbow, using a bit more force than necessary.

--

Minutes pass. Then an hour. Two hours. Rounds of drinks later, you all lapse into steady conversation telling lively stories of the past, previous jobs, missions, interactions with other superheroes. You and Joaquín chortle together loudly at Sam’s seemingly endless stream of stories and jokes, while Bucky resigns himself to polite nods as he sips on his beer. The initial lively crowd of the bar had died down to the regular crowd, who’d delegated themselves to chatting amongst themselves, playing darts and shooting pool.

Several vodka cranberries in, your face and hands feel oddly numb, and the room spins more than usual. Shame on you for thinking you can match Joaquín drink for drink. Sam and Joaquín throw back the last of their drinks before heading off to the pool tables. Bucky stares off at them as they apply blue chalk to the tips of their cue sticks, ready to begin a match.

Turning towards Bucky, you prop yourself up against the bar, cheek in hand. You attempt to mock the way he stares at you, to make him feel how you’ve felt all these months.

“So,” you hiccup, interrupting yourself with a shy giggle. “What’s your deal?” You mockingly raise an eyebrow. “What’s your damage, Bucky? What is it about me you don’t like?” It slips out so easily. You should be embarrassed, but you’re far too gone.

Bucky sits up straight, giving you an unsure glance. That’s new. “I’m not sure what you--.”

“And you’re doing that staring thing again, that thing you do with me,” you comment, words slurring slightly as you gesturing unsteadily in Sam and Joaquín’s direction. “When you look at me like that, I can’t tell if ‘ya like or hate me!”

“Y’know, maybe I’m a people pleaser or sumthin’, but I-I really want you to like me, I think,” you sigh. Shrugging comically, you throw back the rest of your drink sitting on the bar. Leaning over, you clap your hand over his large gloved one. Bucky freezes, suddenly being hyper aware of what you’re doing and how small your hand feels compared to his. “And y’know what else? I don’t even mind when you stare at me like that. It’s almost as hot as it is intimidating.”

Bucky was warm -- not from the alcohol. He knows he can’t really get drunk anymore due to the serum, but he still feels the sweat from his palms against the smooth leather interior of his padded globes. And again, he states. Wide eyed at the flushness that cascaded down her cheeks to her collar bones. She fully lost herself in a fit of uncontrollable giggles, leaning against the bar again, not even knowing what you’re doing to him.

He wants to look everywhere all at once, eyes darting. Your bright, round lips stained with cranberry juice and the remnants of your lip gloss. The small beads of sweat by your temples and the crown of your hair. Your smooth thighs, sparkling in certain spots from the cold  of your glass. Bucky was truly rendered speechless. Not that he usually speaks much. Not that he was able to get much of a word in with you beforehand. But this time, he feels truly stumped. So, naturally, he did what any former brainwashed assassin turned semi-normal guy would do. With every ounce of charisma and bravado that a man like him could gather, he took one last look at her and drank the last bit of his beer. “Excuse me,” he said with a voice he was unfamiliar with, and turned around to walk out of the bar. And kept walking. All the way home.

--

Sleep is elusive to Bucky, who had spent the previous night drifting in and out of light sleep. He usually takes this as a sign to get an early start of the day, maybe go for a long run or walk outside.

He rises, making his way to the bathroom.. Squeezing out toothpaste, Bucky couldn’t help but reflect upon the event of the previous night. The sound of your gleeful, drunken laugh. How the warmth radiated off of your body. He can just barely recall the ghostly weight of your hand on the back of his. Even through his thick gloves, you may as well have burned him.

As Bucky splashes water on his face, he concludes that maybe a run wasn’t what he needed. The subway station was right outside of the bar on East Houston Street, yet he elected to walk two hours back home to his apartment in Brooklyn instead. He’d hoped that walking over the Manhattan Bridge in the middle of the night would turn out to be somewhat therapeutic, yet he was still unable to shake the memory of you at the bar. 

Letting out a deep breath, he takes a moment to sit on the couch and put his boots on. Standing, he shrugs on his leather jacket and reaches for the gloves in his pocket. Gloves you touched, he recalls, feeling uncharacteristically giddy about it. Heading out the door, he hopes that this early morning workout will help him clear his head.

--

It is far too early to wake up today, especially after having a night out like that. You awake with a raging headache, an unsettled stomach, and an aggressive thought of what the fuck did you do. As you lie there, gazing at your slowly spinning ceiling fan, you start to feel each and every one of the drinks. Groaning, you sit up, clutching your stomach in an attempt to settle yourself and you are quickly reminded of the conversation you had with Bucky. At that, you shoot up far quicker than you should, running to the toilet to rid yourself of the contents of your stomach and regrets from last night. Sigh.

You couldn’t believe that you had said that, feeling waves of embarrassment. You normally wouldn’t push yourself that far with the drinks, much less with the boundaries of a client. Grimacing, you reach up to the counter, feeling for a towel to wipe your face of sweat and residual make-up. Turning on the faucet, you cup water into your hands to drink and splash your face with cold water. Approaching your closet, you preemptively mourn one of the best jobs you’ve ever had. Every fiber of your being begs you to return to bed and wallow in self pity, but you think it’s best that you get to the gym early for a quick workout. Sweat out the hangover, you think bitterly. Your head lightly pounds when you make a sudden movement. Bringing your hand to your forehead, you realize this is going to be one long day.

Entering the compound, you hear the sound of a treadmill running and rhythmic steps in accompaniment. It would be good to see Sam or Joaquín, figuring that one of them decided to work off the alcohol consumed last night. But since you are, evidently, not God’s favorite, running on the treadmill is someone you’d rather avoid right now. And there’s Bucky Barnes, shirtless and sweating as he jogs on the machine. Your eyes follow his dog tags dangling from his neck, bouncing rhythmically against his skin. He heaves gently, hair flopping with each step. 

Even though you stopped in your tracks, he had already felt your presence and began slowing down. Bucky steps off the treadmill, collecting his water and patting his forehead with a small towel he brought. You figure it’s best to just talk and not dance around the topic. He didn’t seem like the type to beat around the bush. You breathe shakily before approaching him.

“Hi, Bucky,” you say, tone laced with nerves.. “Look, about last night—”

“Hey, it’s fine.” he interjects accidentally, cutting you off. He raises a gentle hand of reassurance. “You don’t need to apologize for anything.”

Your shoulders relax a bit, knowing that there was maybe a small chance that he wouldn’t tell Sam or Joaquín about your interaction. “Thank you, it’s just that I rarely go out with clients like that, nor do I drink that heavily.” You shift lightly on your feet, fumbling with your water bottle. “I didn’t mean to be unprofessional or cross any boundaries. I just hope that we could maybe move past this, pretend like it didn’t happen?” Smiling, you look up at the taller man, eyes filled with hope. He himself shifts on his feet, “Oh, I didn’t realize we were just clients to you.” You look down with embarrassment, searching for a response. “Uh, I didn’t mean any offense—”

“I’m just teasin’, sweetheart,” the nickname rolling smoothly off his tongue with a smile. A smile. “Did you really mean what you said, though? About me staring?” Drunk words are sober thoughts, he recalls to himself, having learned the phrase from Torres. You flush, suddenly taking interest in the top of your water bottle rather than the man in front of you. Him speaking with you, much less jokingly is more than foreign territory for you. “I-I mean,” you sputter out, self consciousness taking charge. “I wouldn’t mind being friends with you, of course, I try my best to be friendly with the people I work with.” He takes a step closer. “Now, you and I both know that that’s not the part we are talking about.” Your breath hitches. You take in how you feel crowded by him. He’s not exactly within your personal space. Yet.

“Really, I’m the one that should be apologizing.” Bucky says, loosening up. With a sigh, he starts: “I’m sorry to have kept you at arms length all this time. It’s rather difficult for ‘someone like me,’” he dramatically emphasizes with air quotes, “to ‘nurture friendships.’” So says my therapist, he thinks with an internal eye roll. “What’s wrong with me isn’t your fault. I’m just old and cynical.” He pats the outside of your arm in reassurance. You smile, feeling the spot grow warm under his touch. “For the record, I don’t exactly mind that you called me hot, either,” he casually notes. “It’s certainly better than the other reactions I tend to get.” You didn’t think it was possible to blush harder, feeling the warmth creep down your chest. Fuck, you were hoping he wouldn’t mention that part specifically, but you can roll with it. “Well, I do pride myself on being honest, I guess,” you chuckle nervously trying to play it off as cool.

“Y’know, since I had met you, I had been so confused on what to think of you. In all my life, I had never met anyone that was able to do that to me.” His voice darkens. “Care to clue me in as to why?” You feel stuck again, just how you felt last night when he was staring you down at the bar. You attempt to nervously mutter out a response, which instead leaves your mouth gaping open. He closes in on your space, you can feel his body heat radiating off of him. He glances down at your curved lips, light pink and glistening, then back into your doe eyes. “Please, sweetheart, it drives me crazy when you look at me like that,” he uses the nickname again, making your mind spin and your knees a bit weak. “You have no idea what you do to me, do you?”

His eyes drop to your lips again as you stand there, stupefied. His eyes drift downwards to your lips and you almost feel like crumbling under the sudden pressure. He closes in again, sneaking his hands around your waist to pull you in closer. You’re both suspended in silence for a beat, and you think your heart would stop until he continues. “I don’t mean to make things weird, but maybe I like the way you fluster when I look at you.  I’ve been alive for a long, long time, and you’re the first person I’ve met that’s made me feel this way.”

Before you were aware of his movements, he closed the distance. Your eyes flutter shut as you take in the softness of Bucky’s lips, moving slowly and calculating over your own. His grip tightens on your waist, and you feel how the tips of his fingers press into your skin, making your mind go white. You press your body closer to him, breathing heavily as you press your lips against his. He pulls away when he feels your knees buckle gently, chuckling. “Careful, doll. I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable.” You shake your head in an effort to come to and give him a response. “N-no, It’s fine, you didn’t make me feel uncomfortable.” 

“Good,” he replies, voice darkening. He laughs again, causing you to giggle with him and lean in again.

“You do have a staring problem, though,” Sam chides through the speaker of Red Wing. Thecombat drone floats into your line of sight, hovering menacingly over Bucky’s shoulder. You jump back away from Bucky as if you were burned, feeling embarrassed. Bucky sighs exasperatedly, leaning against the treadmill and shaking his head. “By the way, thanks for finally taking our advice! I have all of that on camera, you know that, right?”

Bucky rolls his eyes with a huff. “Get out of my face, Sam, or I’ll break it.”

[wcters]

OVERPROTECTIVE

pairing: max verstappen x fem!leclerc!reader

word count: 1.6k+

summary: the story of how you and max met . . . and how protective he and your brothers can be

request: max verstappen and leclerc!reader : overprotective charles and carlos, very domestic and protective max while theyre int he paddock during race, maybe hes also very affectionate. just some fluff and comedy

warnings/contents: swearing, sexual innuendos

author’s note: maybe took it too far with the beginning but i couldn’t help it, plus that’s something that max would do

As the youngest sibling and only girl, you knew your family would be protective ━━ especially your brothers. Sometimes you liked it, and used it to your advantage by scaring off random guys at parties and being a little less afraid of walking home at night with them there, but you also hated it sometimes. You knew they just wanted you to be okay and not have to experience the same things they did, but it still sucked. Your parents stuck up for you when they could, but when you first moved out and stayed with Charles there wasn’t much they could do.

They had managed to scare off almost every guy you liked or started a relationship with, saying they were ‘too mean’ or ‘impolite’ or just little things like they didn’t like the way he dressed or how he talked. The longest you had been with a guy was two weeks before he got annoyed at your brothers and left. You ignored them for a week as you only went to school, your job, and hid in your room when you were home. And you bet the got a stern talking to from your parents ━━ especially your mom.

That was the longest you had been with someone . . . Until you met Max. You had heard , and knew of, Max Verstappen as him and your brother did karting together as kids and Charles joined Formula One only three years after, but you had never interacted.

The first time you met was in 2019. You had moved to Monaco for university and were living with Charles. Though Charles had invited you to races before, you always declined busy with school work or your job, where Charles would respond with something along the lines of ‘i don’t know why you have that job anyway’ which you would roll your eyes and flip him off. It was the Austrian Grand Prix that you finally agreed to go, one of the races that Max had won that year. You had gotten some time off from your job and you didn’t have too much work so you agreed.

When you arrived, you were a little overwhelmed so you mostly stayed in the Ferrari garage, talking to Charles and sometimes Sebastian, though they were pretty busy. The next couple days you didn’t have too much time to go out and explore, to worried about watching free practices and qualifying, and you didn’t even think about leaving during the race until it was over.

It wasn’t until the after party that you actually talked to him. You originally weren’t going to go, you were going to stay in and work on homework, until Charles begged you and you agreed . . . but only because he came second and you were proud of him. You were nineteen, so you were legal, but you were sure even if you weren’t you’d be allowed a few drinks, albeit with Charles hovering over you more than usual.

It was about twenty minutes into the party ━━ with you and Charles getting drinks and being introduced to other people ━━ when you got introduced to Max. “Max!” Charles had called over the thumping bass of the music. At first, the Dutch man didn’t hear until your brother yelled right into his ear. He turned around, surprised, before calling a ‘Charles!’ and congratulating him. He didn’t see you until he pulled away from the hug, turning to see you. “This is my sister! Y/n!” He told Max, again yelling. You loudly introduced yourself as you put your hand forward. “Max! You came to watch Charles karting when you were younger right?” You nodded. “I recognize you!”

Max eventually got pulled away by some people, you assumed technicians or mechanics as you don’t recognize them as drivers, and didn’t see each other for another hour. You had stepped outside for a minute, overwhelmed, though you made sure to tell Charles where you were going. When you had, he immediately became concerned but you waved him off, telling him you were okay and just needed some fresh air.

You were leaning against the wall of the building, bottle of water in your hand as you heard footsteps. You quickly turned your head, though calmed once you saw it was only Max. “Scare you?” He asked. You got to hear his voice clearer now, taking in his accent slipping out due to the alcohol. “Can never be too careful. Dangerous for women.” He nodded, but didn’t say anything for a little. As you were taking a sip of water, he started to speak. “First race?” You nodded, “yeah. I’ve watched, obviously, but I’ve just been too busy with school that I haven’t had the chance. It’s been a little overwhelming at times ━━ hence why I’m out here.”

“I get that. It was for me too.” You turned to look at him. “You were seventeen, right?” He looked surprised that you knew that. “Yeah . . . I was.” You could see in his eyes that remembering that was heavy. “That must’ve been hard.” You told him but didn’t plan on talking anymore about it. “It was, but that’s life.” You nodded. You offered him a sip of your water bottle, knowing he must be getting thirsty. He replied with a small ‘thank you’ before taking a sip. “Want to get out of here? I’m done for the night.” You raised your eyebrow, “wow. What a gentleman.” He must’ve realized what that sounded like before he started to sputter, apologizing and saying that’s not when he meant. He look confused when you started to laugh. “I know what you meant. But you are drunk and I don’t have a car.”

He lowered his eyebrows. “Right.” You pulled out your phone, getting ready to call a cab. “I’ll call you a cab and get you one while I tell Charles where I’m going.” “You’re coming with me?” You nodded, “yeah, I’m don’t for tonight too. I’ll help you to your room because you are not as sober as you think you are and then I’m heading back to my hotel.”

You went in, telling Max with a stern finger in his direction to ‘stay where he was’ while you went to grab a bottle of water and tell Charles where you were going. He didn’t approve, warning you to be careful and not fall for anything, but you assured him you were fine.

That night you helped him to his hotel and to his room, finding a bottle of water and aspirin that was in your purse to set on his beside table. While you were leaving, he grabbed your wrist. “Will you take up my offer? Dinner sometime?” You smiled at him. “Sure, but ask me again when you’re sober so you know what you are doing.” The next morning on the plane, you got a text from Max, letting you know he got your number from someone and that he still wanted to take you out for dinner. You agreed, setting a time and place.

That eventual dinner date led to now, almost five years into your relationship. Charles was a bit upset, but after a ‘talk’ with Max, he felt a little bit better about it, and he warmed up after awhile. Your brothers didn’t manage to scare him off. You had warned him, and talked with them about it, so that helped a little.

It was the 2024 Bahrain Grand Prix. You sat in the Ferrari garage talking with your brother and Carlos while also keeping track of your boyfriend during the free practice. You were sitting down in one of that chairs with the two men standing. You didn’t even notice something was happening until you felt something hit the back of your head. You let out a small ‘ouch’ while rubbing the back of your head. You tried not to make a scene, but the mechanic who had hit you let out a big ‘oh shit!’ which pulled everyone’s attention. I

Immediately your brother was on you making sure you were okay while Carlos went to chew out the mechanic. Through the pain in your head, and Charles calling for ice and a medical staff, you heard a mix of fast English and Spanish. It wasn’t until the ice was placed on your head that you started to refocus. “Est-ce que ça va (are you okay)?” You nodded, though regretted it immediately. “Ouais. Tout va bien (yeah. I’m fine).” Carlos eventually came over and pulled Charles away to let the doctor examine you. You told them you were fine and that Charles was exaggerating ━━ which they laughed at ━━ before checking you out anyway and clearing you.

Though you know better, you thought that Charles and Carlos would leave it, but you were wrong because later when you got back from the bathroom, you saw the two men talking to a very angry looking Max. When Max saw you, he left the boys and headed straight for you, using his hands to bend your head down and check the back of your head. “Are you okay? Were you hurt?” You rolled your eyes even though he couldn’t see it. “I feel like a monkey being inspected by another monkey.” He pulled your head back up so your eyes met his.

“Schatje.” “Max. I swear I’m fine, it was a mistake.” It was his turn to roll his eyes, “a mistake that shouldn’t happen.” You stars at him, unimpressed. “Max Emilian Verstappen if you do anything I’m not scratching your head tonight.” You told him as you walked away.

“Liefje! That’s not fair!”

[obbystars]

When Light Fades

Synopsis: To strive for immortality has severe consequences.

Notes: Sebastian Solace x GN!Reader / Reader is a subject for Urbanshade / Spoilers for Sebastian’s backstory / Experimental deaths + limbs being cut off / Takes place before the events of Pressure and leads up to it / Hadal Blacksite Lockdown event (Gunfire + death) / Cursing

Credits: dividers by @cafekitsune

(Saw a few fics of a reader who was an experiment like Sebastian here, so I decided to cook up my own. Well- This was just gonna be an idea, but as I was making this, the update came out and I felt more inspired and decided to try my hand at how the lockdown went…kinda. I’m actually really proud of this one.)

A new subject had arrived a few days ago. They moved him right next to your cell, and he looked to be around your age. You spotted the number on his shirt. “Z-13.” He mostly minded his own business and you did as well, but it’s been so long since you’ve spoken to someone else. So finally, you tapped on the window that separated you to get his attention.

At first, he wasn’t interested in talking to you but he soon started to come around and (try to) listen to you. The window muffled your voice, and he couldn’t catch your name. You couldn’t either, so in your head, you only called him Z-13. Maybe he did the same with your own number.

It was strange. Despite the complications of communicating to each other properly, sitting by the window with him was oddly comforting. You wondered if he felt the same as he leaned on the window. To him, you were always smiling when your eyes met. It was like you weren’t bothered by the situation at all, or maybe it was a mask to hide your fear. Maybe it was meant to comfort him as you were here before him. Maybe you knew what was coming, and you wanted to tell him to not be afraid.

Z-13 sometimes spotted you in the corner of your cell with a saddened look on your face. Sometimes it looked like you were about to cry. He wondered what happened that led you here. Was it the same reason as him? Were you robbed of your future just like he was?

Eventually, you were taken out of your cell and Z-13 watched you leave but not without giving him a smile and waving to him. He slowly lifted up his hand and slightly waved as you left your cell with a few people in white lab coats who were accompanied by two guards.

You were gone for a few hours and Z-13 had almost fallen asleep until he heard a gentle knock. You still had that same smile as you looked at him. For a moment, he smiled too.

Two days after you were placed back into your cell, you began to lose your vision. It was getting dark and blurry. You couldn’t see Z-13’s face anymore. By the seventh day, your vision had completely faded. Despite this, you somehow knew when the lights were on and when they were off. It wasn’t because of the faint click you could hear sometimes, you just knew. You can even sense a few people nearby. Z-13 was among one of them and was the closest, meanwhile the others were a bit further away. You can sense one roaming the halls as well.

You can even feel Z-13’s gaze on you. You wondered if he gradually noticed your change.

You had a few more tests the week after, and by the third week, you lost all feeling in your arms and legs. You can’t move them, you can’t feel if someone had touched them, nothing. The researchers had to drag you up into a wheelchair every time they needed you for another test. They even had to feed you as you couldn’t do it yourself.

You can feel eyes on you once again. Was it Z-13 looking at you? You hear faint banging and a faint voice. He must’ve noticed how you haven’t moved at all for a few hours and was trying to get your attention. You turned your head towards the general direction of the noise, and the banging stopped. He says something, but you don’t quite understand. You wish you can hear him more clearly.

You sense a few people approaching and hear your cell door open. Their footsteps get louder and they discuss something amongst themselves. One of them is really close to you.

“Can you feel me here?” They would ask.

You shook your head.

“How about here?”

No.

“Here?”

Nothing.

You only feel cold. You feel so cold. Were you dying? Is this what death feels like?

The person stands up and steps away. You hear them exchange a few words. Another one approaches you.

“Can you see us?”

No. You suddenly hear a click.

“Can you see this light?”

You nodded. Nothing else was said as you hear them leave, though they remained outside your cell for a while before walking away. You faintly hear Z-13 call out your number, at least you think he did.

…What was your number again? Why can’t you remember…

One day, Z-13 watched them take your body and leave without much discussion. A few hours went by. Hours turned into days, then into weeks, then into months. You never returned. The room was left empty and the lights inside the cell had turned off. Soon enough, it was his turn. Seeing only a glimpse of what you had to endure, he was afraid. He didn’t know if you were in pain as you never showed it, but he saw how the light in your eyes faded.

Z-13 suffered the effects of the experiments done to him alone.

Ten long years had passed since then. Z-13’s body had reformed into a mix of an anglerfish, a blue whale, great white shark, sea snake, silver spinyfin, mantis shrimp, and an extra unknown creature. He got what Urbanshade wanted, but he was a deemed a failure because of what he became. He was able to breathe underwater just like they wanted, but he was just some thing, some monster they created. He could barely look at his own reflection.

He’d overhear a guardsman talking and an idea suddenly comes to him. Once he was in the place he needed to be, he did not hesitate to act on it. Ten long, torturous years… Maybe he could finally be free if all things go according to plan.

He pretended to fall under the effects of the anesthesia and remained still for a while until the time was right. He was left unguarded. He wakes up and cautiously checks around, spotting only one guardsman.

Swift, yet still painful. It was the least they deserved. He quickly checked their body for something, anything that could open the locked doors and finds a keycard. Perfect. He grinned, quietly “thanking” Urbanshade for increasing his rank to MR-P. He knows where those creatures are being kept in. He’ll hold onto the shotgun as well.

With the keycard, he opened and freed as many as he possibly could before the guardsmen eventually surround him. Chaos would spread around the facility rapidly as the creatures relentlessly slaughtered those who got too close, who were in the way, or who had angered them for what they did to them. For locking them up for their sick experiments.

It didn’t take long for Z-13 to be identified and tracked down by other guardsmen. Once he emerged from the water, there was already a squad ready to greet him. He growled, wanting a taste of sweet revenge. He was already aware he can pack a punch thanks to the mantis shrimp DNA.

He was suddenly hit with the flash of a bright light. He covered his eyes as he yelled in pain.

“Arghhh!! You-!!” He almost fell back but he quickly caught himself. He got a quick glimpse of the one responsible for that flash. Without hesitating, he aimed his gun to them and pulled the trigger, “Piece of shit!!”

The blood splattered onto the floor and walls. Before his eyes could fully readjust and could pull the trigger again, he felt a few bullets pierce through one of his arms and some in his shoulder. He dropped the shotgun as he fell into the water where he emerged from, immediately swimming to cover as they shot into the water. He was lucky enough they missed.

He cursed, gripping his bleeding arm. He’ll leave a trail like this. He needs to move. It was hard to understand what the guardsmen above were saying, but no doubt it was further orders to follow and hunt him down. Right, after the results of his experimentation, it was later refined into a much more desired state. Majority if not all of the guardsmen now can breathe underwater.

He huffs, making up his mind and swimming away to find a safer place and hopefully something to patch up his wounds. With his uninjured arm, he manages to punch a path through in an attempt to escape them.

He looks back occasionally and listens for anything coming before continuing to wherever the path is taking him. He finally finds an opening and cautiously emerges from the water. It was quiet, mostly. There’s some distant noises, but they don’t sound like guardsmen. Once confirming it was clear, he climbs out. He hisses again, gripping the arm that was shot.

One way would potentially lead to more company, while the other leads further into the facility. An area that’s been cleared out already, so that’s where he heads to. The halls were empty. He can’t hear anything close by. There has to be something he can use here, something they left behind. Searching through every drawer and every room he could get into, sometimes even knocking down a door, he found everything but a medical kit. He kept some of the things he found though, like another gun he found and a flashlight.

He comes across a hallway he never often passed by. There was one unlocked room and the door opens upon detecting his presence. Some of the lights were knocked out already, but the glow from the tube in the other side of the room was still on. It was another containment cell for a creature they captured, one he doesn’t remember. He crawled his way inside and the door shuts behind him. His anglerfish lure blinks on as he gently pulls on it.

On one of the desks, he spots a medical kit and wasted no time to disinfect and wrap up his wounds. Then he notices a document that was left on the desk beside it. His ear-fins twitched as he glanced to the tube then back to the document. Curiosity eventually got the better of him and he opens it. His eyes widen once he sees a picture of you inside and some information.

Z-8. [First Name] [Last Name].

A subject used for an experiment to achieve immortality with the turritopsis dohrnii, otherwise known as the immortal jellyfish, as well as regenerative abilities of an octopus. Z-8 went through a series of “deaths” to study how the resurrection worked, but it turned out to be very similar to the actual jellyfish itself. They’d cut off limbs while the subject was still awake to study the regenerative abilities, and due to their poor execution, the subject had died to blood loss during some of those procedures. Still, the limbs grew back and immortality was achieved along with the ability to swim and breathe underwater, but the form the subject’s body took was undesirable and grotesque.

He looked up at the creature in the tube as he closed the document. This thing is you. A strange mix of a jellyfish and an octopus… But you’re still alive. Your loss of sight was due to your head forming into the hood of a jellyfish, almost appearing to be a veil, and the tentacles had stretched out from beneath it. Losing the feeling of your arms and legs were due to them forming into oral arms. Your torso leading up to your neck and stopping just above your mouth before it formed the hood.

He wants to get you out, but he’ll need to get you underwater. With the way your body had morphed, it wasn’t one to traverse easily on dry land. He’ll have to carry you as long as you don’t accidentally sting him. That’ll be a serious issue.

The card he has should have clearance to release you. Considering the part of the facility he’s in, there has to be a place big enough for you. One that leads outside too. Once the tube is drained and you descend to the bottom of the tube, it opens and he catches you before you fell onto the floor. The texture of your skin now made it a bit difficult to keep a grip on you but he managed to find a way that wouldn’t allow you to slip.

It doesn’t take too long for him to find a hall with its ceiling collapsed and its floor leaving a hole that leads into the floor below. That room was filled to the brim with water, and no doubt the next few rooms were to be as well. One of those rooms has to have broken off, leaving an opening to escape the facility. He carefully sets you down into the water but gets startled when you suddenly gasp and panic, wiggling out of his grasp. This caused him to drop you and splash into the water.

“H-Hey! Wait!!” He calls.

The waters settles for a bit until it bubbled and you reemerge from the water. You didn’t exactly look up at him until you sensed his light. This was the first time he gets to talk to you without a glass between you two. With how your body is now, however, he won’t be too surprised if you lost your voice as well.

“[Name], right?”

You nodded. Part of him was relieved your memory was still intact, so he continued with a smile. One he hoped you could sense in his voice.

“I’m sure you probably know me as “Z-13.” You and I were placed in cells beside each other?”

You nodded again.

“My name is Sebastian,”

Beneath the hood, he saw you smile, “H..Hello… Sebastian,”

You still had your voice.

I don’t think you guys know how happy I am with how this turned out. I don’t know why but I do really like this one.

I might end up using this concept for an OC if I’m being honest…

[kurogane2512]

A Night to Remember

18+ CONTENT

Game: Wuthering Waves

Characters: Cantarella x gn!reader with a cock (Rover)

Type: Fluff and smut (long fic, takes place after her companion story)

Completed main story and her companion story and she's officially my favorite wuwa character like- she's so beautiful in every way holy shit 😭 You guys know I have liked her since the drip but seeing her in game just cemented it further, the perfect mix of sexy design and demeanour with amazing story and writing.

I'm only slightly upset she wasn't as femme fatale or morally grey as it appeared from the showcase, they kinda softened her too much tho she is well written in general. I hope she'll appear in more quests and we see different sides of her character. I love the way she flirts and teases ehenfkdkkdk. Oh and the way she practically proposed in the end?! I ACCEPT CNEOUFIHEWOFHI

Some time had passed since your arrival in Rinascita, and your participation in various events that unfolded including the esteemed Carnevale, solving the crisis in the Inverted Tower and even meeting the Sentinel, Imperator. Among the time you spent scaling the luscious landscapes and drifting through endless sea of clouds, there was one place you found yourself visiting more than often- Thessaleo Fells. Many would say it was a forbidden area due to the everchanging presence of Tacet Discords and strange frequencies, but there was one place here that seemed to attract you.

Atop the ravaged lands was a mysterious castle, Porto-Veno Castle, which you eventually found out belonged to the Fisalia Family and was the place where the current head of the Fisalia resided at. Perhaps, the real reason you were attracted to this place, to this castle, was that Matriarch herself. Your first meeting with Cantarella Fisalia was filled with uncertainties, given the kind of rumours you had heard about the family and the actions they had committed. But, Cantarella proved herself to be different and became a trusted ally rather quickly.

It was one of those evenings when you found yourself strolling through Thessaleo Fells once again, simply gazing at the seaside before your eyes fell upon the castle shrouded in mystery. This time, you decided to make a move. You didn't really think about what to say to her, you simply wanted to see her again. You reached Porto-Veno castle and met Cantarella's butler, Sebastian, at the entrance, who then informed you that she was in the backyard and you were welcome to meet her.

That's when it dawned on you that you should have brought something for her as a gift, but it was too late to turn around now. Maybe she'd be happy to just have your company?

Walking through the 'poisonous' garden, planted by none other than Cantarella, was a memorable experience. It somehow suited her perfectly, the plants looked beautiful on surface yet were known to be some of the most lethal in all of Solaris 3, and you knew how well Cantarella embodied this. Your hands brushed past the edges of the petals, a simple caress that didn't linger long enough to poison you and was just enough to feel the softness, until you reached the backyard and witnessed a most stunning sight.

Jellyfishes floated in the sky above the pool, dancing in the air and conjuring different frequencies. Among the jellyfish-studded sky, you saw Cantarella in the middle of the pool with her back towards you. You walked closer to her then stopped in your tracks when you saw her body move gracefully through the water, her soaked dress rippling around as she gleefully danced in the water by herself. Her movements were precise and gentle, hands swaying in different motions to accompany the turns of her body.

You couldn't help but feel starstruck, your gaze fixated on her elegant form. The jellyfishes moved as she did, creating a marvelous scenery that felt no less than a practiced performance. Waves wuthered with her dance, splashes echoing in all directions until she finally turned around and ceased her movements with a simple finishing pose, holding up the hem of her dress and her breath heaving. Her azure eyes met yours, a gentle smile forming on her face.

"Welcome, dear Rover. To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?~"

Her words snapped you out of your trance and you cleared your throat then walked closer to her, standing at the edge of the pool.

"I was just passing by, thought I'll drop in to see if everything was okay."

"Oh my, how kind of you. My apologies for not meeting you in a better state."

You shrugged with a smile then lingered your gaze over her body, noticing her translucent clothes.

"Ahem, it's fine. I was the one who came unannounced. Besides, I got to see something quite beautiful."

Cantarella smiled more at your praise and elegantly bowed.

"Well, I'm glad that you enjoyed the show~"

You blushed lightly then spoke, "Why are you dancing here? What if you catch a cold?"

"I appreciate your concern, my dear, but I have a strong immune system. Ever since the Threnodian fell, and you broke the shackles in the Sea of Ghosts, the castle's atmosphere has lightened and become warmer. The frequencies are gentler, creating a pleasant environment around here. Well, how could one resist taking in this moment of respite and calm?"

More jellyfishes floated around her, some even gathering around you and playfully poking your cheek.

"I can understand.... the view here is brilliant as well."

You smiled then extended your hand towards her, offering to help her come out. She seemed shocked for a moment looking at your stretched out hand then smiled and extended her own to grasp it. However, before you could even fully hold her, she tightly held yours and pulled you forward instead. You couldn't balance yourself and were falling into the pool now, more precisely— on Cantarella.

She opened both of her arms in a welcoming embrace and cushioned your fall, both of you falling back with her beneath you. You groaned once you regained your composure and found yourself lying on top of her, your face nestled in her ample breasts as her hands securely held you. The situation finally made sense and you quickly leaned back, looking down at her with concern.

"Are you okay, Cantarella? You are not hurt, are you?!"

Your concerned expression and words caught her off guard for a moment, but she had come to understand this was just in your nature. It was one of the many things she liked about you. She smiled and cupped your face then pulled it down, close to her own.

"You need not worry so much for me, Rover. Besides, I pulled you in deliberately~"

Hearing her words, you finally realized your position. Your gaze lingered to her drenched body, eyes falling on her exposed skin and translucent clothing. Your face heated up and you swiftly pulled away to stand up then helped her stand as well, averting your gaze.

"S-Sorry, I didn't mean to stare....."

Cantarella chuckled at your adorable state then extended her hand forward, "Care to join me?~"

You looked at her held out hand then at her face, a gentle and welcoming expression adorning it. You nodded and stood up straight then held your left hand behind your back and extended the right one to gently grasp hers as you bowed forward.

"It would be my pleasure, my lady~"

An unexpected blush crawled up face for a moment at your poised action, but she remained composed and tightened her grip to accept. Your palms traced as you interlaced your fingers together, your other arm wrapping around her waist while hers over your shoulder. Using her powers to control the frequencies around, Cantarella created a sombre tone to accompany your dance. She stepped forward first, almost catching you off-guard, but you quickly stepped back and synced with her.

Dancing in the water was difficult, something you had never done before. But Cantarella's movements were effortless and graceful as ever, her body treading through the water as if she was part of it. You matched your steps with her, swinging your body around and creating waves. More jellyfishes floated around you both, brightening the surroundings and making her sparkle. Your eyes were fixated on hers, feeling lost in her azure depths as you let your body move automatically.

"I must admit, your dancing skills are admirable, Rover. Who trained you?"

"Ah, I don't know, actually. I don't have memories of my past, just few vague recollections. I suppose my body just knows how to do it."

Her eyes softened at your response for a moment, "I see, that makes it even more impressive~"

You blushed, "I-It's nothing compared to your skills, you are even better than Carlotta—!" the words left your mouth before you knew it. You looked at her expecting her to be shocked but her expression was unchanged, the usual smile adorning her face until she let out a chuckle at your fumble.

"Now now, don't undermine little Carlotta. She's grown up exceptionally, but there's a lot she still requires to match me~"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to compare you both at all...."

She smiled then suddenly pressed her body to yours, wrapping both of her arms around your neck and leaning near your ear to whisper.

"It does intrigue me that you have done this with her as well. Though, I shouldn't really be surprised since I have known about her infatuation with you from the start~"

"We are just friends, trust me....."

She chuckled again then drew away from you, "I'm aware. This brings me to something I have been wondering about....."

"What is it?"

Her hands slid down to your chest until she gently pushed you back, creating some distance between you two. You were startled and tried to question her but saw her lunge forward into the air and float past you, her hand brushing your face and breath caressing your ear in the process as she circled around you. Water droplets fell as your eyes followed her then she came in view again and landed in front of you, your bodies pressed together with her back facing you, your arms around her waist.

"Did you really come here because you were merely passing by?~"

Her left hand cupped your jaw, fingers intricately tracing it as her eyes looked into yours. You then took steps from left to right, swaying her body with yours, her bewitching scent overwhelming your senses.

"What are you expecting?~"

Cantarella hummed then dragged her hips against yours before circling around you, her fingers tracing past your upper back as she stopped behind you and looped her arms around your shoulders. Her warm breath caressed your ear as she rested her face on your shoulder, her soft voice coming in a whisper.

"You tell me, what are you expecting from this meeting, Y/n?~"

Your face heated up for a moment, her hands slowly dragged across your torso and caressed your skin teasingly. She anticipated you to endure as you always do, resisting your urges whenever she did things like this. But you surprised her this time. You grasped both of her hands with yours and swiftly yet gently pulled them away before turning around to face her, twirling her body in your hold then pulling her close.

Her eyes widened as she felt herself being pulled and quickly acted to raise her right leg, giving you the perfect chance to grab her thigh and place it around your hip while you other hand held her waist and pressed her body to yourself. Her arms automatically wrapped around your neck as she braced herself against you, her face lying near your chest. A splash rippled when you embraced, your bodies panting as you breathed heavily. Her gaze finally moved to meet yours, a seductive expression crawling up.

"Must one expect things when seeking out someone they hold dear?~"

Cantarella's eyes visibly widened at your words, so much so that you clearly caught on to her surprise this time. She shifted her expressions rather quickly afterwards, curling her lips into a smirk and hooding her eyes.

"Ah, what a way with words~ It seems you are not as capable of hiding your intentions as you think, dear~"

You smirked back then gently released her thigh, letting her stand on her own and elegantly bowed.

"I have no intentions to hide, if the receiver is willing to accept~"

Another blush came and went on Cantarella's face in a matter of seconds, finding it difficult to maintain her graceful composure now.

"Hehe, the Fisalias expect a great deal of things if you wish to associate with us. Are you willing to comply, dear?~"

"Well.... You already gave me unrestricted access to everything in the castle, and in Fisalia's possession. There's only one thing left that I wish to have now."

She chuckled, "To just waltz in here and state your claim.... you know there are protocols to be followed, don't you, Rover?~"

"I prefer doing things my own way, as long as nobody is hurt."

Her eyes softened and she gracefully returned your bow, "Then, allow me to show you some of the Fisalia hospitality~"

You looked into each other's eyes with a knowing look, until you broke out in laughter followed by her restricted chuckles.

"That was quite enjoyable, thank you for joining, Rover. Come now, stay in the castle for a bit. I'll have your clothes washed up."

You weren't particularly pleased with her taking it all as a simple joke, but you decided to be patient and wait for better opportunities. You accepted her offer and followed her inside Porto-Veno Castle where a few maids immediately gathered around you both to accompany you. She took you to her study room, the place you had your first ever meeting with her. It brought back memories of the meeting, and made you internally chuckle at how far things had come since then.

One of the maids handed you a towel and you began drying your hair then looked at Cantarella also drying her hair, her skin glistening from the water droplets sliding down her body. You didn't realize you were practically staring in awe until she turned towards you and walked closer, then kept her hand on the towel which remained stationary on your head.

"Are you alright, Rover? You seem to be lost in thoughts."

Her hands pushed away yours as she grasped the towel then gently wiped your hair and face.

"A-Ah sorry, I will do it myse—"

"Shh, let me. I was the one to make you do that, allow me to return my gratitude."

"You also have to dry yours...." your eyes trailed down to her clothes and words faded as you noticed she wasn't as drenched as before, even almost completely dry, "Oh, I see.... That's quite convenient."

She chuckled at your surprise then leaned closer to your face, "Don't worry about me, dear. Just relax and let me tend to you~"

You nodded with a blush and let her do as she pleased. She smiled in return and dried off your hair completely then trailed her hands down to your chest, caressing your soaked shirt with a sultry look in her eyes.

"....Do you want to help me undress, Cantarella?" you asked, making her surprised for a moment.

"My apologies, how inappropriate of me. It seems your charm is hard to resist, Rover~"

You blushed again, "It's fine.... I don't mind if it's you."

Warmth brushed Cantarella's face too now, your words shocking her. She kept the towel away and caressed your face for a moment then grasped the lapel of your jacket and pushed it down, followed by clenching the hem of your shirt and pulling it off. Her eyes remained fixated as your body slowly came in view, and you caught her licking her lips once your upper body was fully exposed.

"Hmm, as expected of the mighty Godkiller~" she pondered.

Her fingers teasingly slid down your abs as she smirked, taking in the sight of you. You shivered from her touch once then suddenly felt her hand grab your belt buckle and instinctively gripped her wrist to stop her, feeling embarrassed.

"I'll do the rest myself, Cantarella—!"

She blinked a few times as if to come out of a trance, then swiftly retracted her hands and stepped back defensively.

"My apologies, I got carried away. I'll give you some privacy now, there is a change of clothes behind you. Excuse me, I will be back in a while."

She quickly exited the room before you could reply in any manner. You let out an exasperated sigh and held your head, feeling more embarrassed at the chain of events. On the other hand, Cantarella leaned against a nearby wall, her hands clenching her necklace as she recalled everything that happened so far and felt warmth surging through her once again.

"Seeking out someone you hold dear.... did you truly mean it, Y/n? And if you did then, what should I do? My feelings for you have always been this way...." she deeply pondered, feeling conflicted and regretful.

"Milady? Are you alright?" a familiar voiced called out to Cantarella and she quickly composed herself to see her butler beside her, standing with a trolley in front.

"Ah, I'm fine. Thank you, Sebastian. I'll take it from here."

"As you wish, milady." he bowed then turned around to walk away, leaving her alone with her thoughts, and you.

She took a few deep breaths to calm herself then grabbed the trolley and pushed it towards the room, followed by knocking on it to call out to you.

"Rover, are you done changing? May I come in now?"

"Ah, sure!" you shouted back.

Cantarella opened the door and pushed the trolley forward as she came in, giving you a small smile as you stood wearing the clothes she had arranged- a casual pair of shirt and pants, delicately ironed.

"It fits you perfectly. Is it comfortable to wear?"

"Yes, it feels great. The fabric is really soft and breathable."

She smiled then stopped the trolley near the sofa and walked in front of it, "Please, have a seat. I have prepared some refreshments for your liking."

"O-Oh, you didn't have to...."

"It is my pleasure, especially after the wonderful time you gave me~"

She eyed you with a smirk when she spoke the last part before turning her attention back to the trolley. You sat on one side of the sofa and waited as she poured out some drink in a bowl, followed by pouring a small drop from a potion vial and stirring it. She then took a seat beside you, closely, elegantly draping her dress, and took a spoonful of the drink to blow on it.

"Some freshly prepared soup and a concoction I made, it should be quite tasty. Here, say 'aah'~"

She brought the spoon towards your lips and you instinctively opened your mouth, letting her feed you. You didn't even question what kind of concoction it could possibly be, nor did you have the time to feel embarrassed by her action of feeding you. Somehow, the air around her intoxicated you and made you more relaxed than ever, your body seemingly abiding to any and everything.

"....It's delicious, perfectly seasoned and cooked. And that concoction.... is it some kind of potion to relax you?"

"You could say that. It is not as potent as the blend I made that day to help you sleep, this is simply meant to calm your nerves and muscles."

"Thank you.... I feel really good."

She smiled in satisfaction and continued feeding you a few more scoops, "Hehe, reminds me of the first time we met and I offered you tea which you refused. A shame, that tea was from Jinzhou~"

You recalled the time she was talking about and felt guilty, "I'm sorry about that. I was just trying to be cautious...."

"An astute way of thinking, I hold no grudge against you for that. But, it is quite amusing to see how far we have come~"

You blushed realizing what she meant, it was indeed impressive how things turned out. Who would have guessed the supposed evil and manipulative head of the Fisalias would turn out to be the real Blessed Maiden, a woman who selflessly sacrificed her life to save Imperator, and in turn Ragunna, including many innocent girls from the shackles of the Divine Trials. She was a Defier, a resilient and strong woman who gave up her own freedom for others to live freely.

"Would you mind serving me that tea again some time? I'd really like to try it."

"Why, of course. I will have it prepared the next time you visit. There are many other teas I have acquired from the states of Huanglong, I'm sure you'd be pleased to try those as well."

"I look forward to it."

You smiled at each other and soon finished the soup then she offered some desserts to you- cupcakes, pastries and pudding. You were quite overwhelmed by the variety but were feeling quite hungry, and tempted looking at them, hence accepted delightfully and indulged yourself. Cantarella silently watched you eat, finding it adorable how you enjoyed the simple treats and ate gleefully. It was during one of these moments when she noticed some whipped cream smeared near the corner of your lips, and how you were seemingly oblivious to it.

Smirking to herself, and being the teaser she was, she couldn’t help but lean in to wipe it away with her index finger, playfully grazing your lips in the process. You looked at her in embarrassment and quickly wiped away your own face then were about to thank her but your words, and breath, got caught in your throat as you watched her lick the cream on her fingertip, her engraved tongue sensually lapping it up and a pleasant hum leaving her lips. You instinctively swallowed a lump, your face turning bright red for a second.

“O-Oh, thank you for that, Cantarella. Sorry for being messy....”

She softly chuckled, “It’s not a big deal, Rover. While I do prefer to maintain poise and grace at the table, we are not in a formal place at the moment- nor do I want our relationship to have those formalities, I find it quite endearing to look at you this way~”

You shyly averted your gaze and were about to say something to change the topic but the Tacet Mark on your hand started glowing all of a sudden, followed by your companion conjuring himself from his slumber.

“Oh, I smell delicious food! Hey, why did you not call me if you were having such a treat!” Abby announced as his eyes sparkled looking at the remaining desserts.

You held your head with a sigh while Cantarella smiled to herself. Abby then turned around to face you and was caught by surprise seeing you alone with Cantarella, realizing he interrupted a private moment.

“Oh, sorry.... Am I interrupting something?”

“Abby.... you know I would have called you out if it was a feast.”

Abby scratched his head embarrassingly then flew near you, leaning to whisper something in your ear.

“Oi, are you getting anywhere with her? Why don’t you just confess your feelings alrea-“

“Shh! Abby, not here!” you gasped and waved your hands here and there, making Abby giggle before returning inside your Tacet Mark. You let out a sigh of relief then looked over at Cantarella who was also giggling to herself by your antics.

“Sorry about that, he has a habit of coming out that way whenever there is food, and danger, nearby....”

“Your friendship is adorable, it is a delight to see you both. However, I believe there was something you were going to say before he came out?~”

“Ah, that....” you held back for a moment then looked at her firmly, “....I have been a bit curious about your Tacet Mark. How does it feel? I imagine you must face some uncomfortable situations....”

She seemingly didn’t expect such a question, but was nevertheless pleased to satiate your curiosity.

“Hmm.... it’s not as bad as you think. Many things I have simply gotten used to over the years. Initially, it would get quite irritable since it goes down to my throat, but I learned to live with it. When inactive, it just lays there like no stranger. I... prefer to have simple food with no extravagant seasonings since I cannot taste much of anything so I’m not used to strong flavours.”

Your eyes widened at the surprising revelations, nodding at her while pondering.

“You said it’s not as bad but it sounds pretty troublesome. I never imagined it goes down to your throat and that you cannot taste much....”

Cantarella smirked and leaned close to you, her eyes narrowing with mischief.

“What kind of preconceived notions did you have about it?~”

“W-Well, for one I thought it’s only on your tongue, and that eating anything brings discomfort and perhaps even gets ticklish....”

“Hehe, I can understand. Though, I have never had someone brave enough to ask me about it~”  

“Also.... I wonder how it feels to touch.”

Her eyes glinted at your words, seemingly waiting for you to say that.

“Well, would you like to find out?~”

Her hand settled atop your thigh as she leaned even closer, anticipating your reply. Your heartrate fastened once again as you imagined the scene in your head, subconsciously swallowing a lump.

“I-I’m sure it must be like all other Tacet Marks for the most part....”

“I don’t mind letting you feel it, dear~”

She seemed almost eager, continuing to come closer to you and now grasped your hand. You felt defeated looking at her and eventually gave a nod then watched as she guided your right hand up to her face, sticking out her tongue for you. Your face heated up as you slowly extended your hand and finally caressed the tip of her tongue with your thumb.

The sensation was indeed similar as you anticipated, but also different enough to make you more curious to seek further. You traced along the vertical line with your thumb before pulling it aside and letting your index finger touch it, feeling the ebbs and bumps of the waves and the rough sensation of engraving.

At the same time, you were intensely aware of your action and kept note of Cantarella’s reactions, ensuring to not hurt her or do something strange. The situation and sight of her leaning forward with her tongue stuck out and eyes hooded was erotic enough for you, you had to stay in control and not get carried away.

“It’s.... very interesting, similar to others but also different. I can’t pinpoint what feels different but....”

She seemed pleased by your assessment and smiled then stuck out her tongue even more, giving you further access. Her saliva coated your fingertips but you didn’t mind; if anything, it made the situation even more erotic. You also leaned closer to take a better look at it further down her mouth, noticing a familiar pattern that you had only seen on 2 other people so far.

“6 waves just like Jinhsi and Cartethyia.... Is it because she was chosen as the Sentinel’s Resonator? But, does giving up that power not change it? Would be nice if I could get a chance to see the moment a normal Resonator becomes the Sentinel’s Resonator....”

You were lost in your thoughts as you conjured all sorts of theories and explanations. Cantarella was slightly shocked to see you so immersed in thinking, seemingly oblivious to your surroundings. With a small smirk, she took the opportunity to tease you. As you were not paying attention, she sneakily licked your finger then swirled her tongue around it before wrapping her lips on the tip.

“Mmh....~”

You finally snapped out of your thoughts at her constrained voice, darting your eyes to see the shocking sight of her sucking your finger. You’d have normally pulled away instinctively, but something held you back and you almost wished to let it continue further. You looked at Cantarella’s eyes which narrowed once she caught your gaze, clearly indicating her teasing. She then grasped your hand and gently released your finger, still holding your hand near her mouth.

“Why not have a better feel?~”

She whispered and dragged her tongue from the base of your finger up to the tip, the entirety of her Tacet Mark rubbing against it. But she didn’t stop there. She swallowed your finger once again and stroked her tongue over it multiple times, almost licking it like it was a delicious treat. You simply remained motionless at her ministrations, too aroused to stop it and simply too overwhelmed to really act. Her hand caressed and teased the rest of your hand at the same time, fingers running up and down in gentle motions. Her warm breath only added to the sensations.

You had no idea how much time passed when she finally stopped and released your finger, it probably hadn’t been much yet felt like an eternity. Your face was as red as a cherry, eyes widened and breath slightly haphazard. Who would have guessed having your finger licked over would be so arousing? Perhaps the person doing it, and the technique, made a difference. Cantarella smirked more at your speechless form; oh, how she adored seeing you this way and wished to see even more.

“Well, did that give you a good idea of it, dear?~”

Her question brought you back to reality, immediately pulling your hand away from hers and making some distance between you two then clearing your throat to speak.

“A-Ahem, yes that was sufficient. Thank you for the opportunity, I hope you didn’t feel.... uncomfortable.”

She chuckled and grabbed a tissue from the table then wiped your finger with it, “Of course not, I’m more than pleased to indulge you anytime~”

You blushed and simply nodded at her while looking away, feeling embarrassed to face her. She finished cleaning your finger then suddenly laced her hand with yours and closed the distance between you two once again, lips curled into a smirk.

“There is something I have also been curious about for a while. Care to return the favor for me?~”

“....What is it?”

She leaned even closer, her body essentially resting on yours now as you rested against the handrest of the sofa. Her other hand went to cup your face, tracing your jaw before she brought her face near your ear to whisper in a silvery tone.

“Just how sweet do you taste, dear Rover?~”

Shivers went down your body at her seductive tone, and the way she was practically leaning on you now, her breasts pressing against your chest.

"....Y-You already had a taste just now, didn't you?"

She chuckled, making you tremble once again.

"That barely told me anything. I'd like to try in a more.... direct way~"

Your lips twitched, fists clenching as you desperately tried to keep yourself composed.

"....What do you suggest?"

Her eyes narrowed as she traced her hand across your cheek, sliding it down to touch your lips with her fingers now.

"There are quite a few ways, you know...." she shifted her leg closer, her knee grazing your crotch, ".....Would you like me to show you?~"

Your eyes dropped down to her breasts, feeling how they squished on your chest. You felt her lips brush past your ear lobe as she moved in front of your face, your lips lingering over each other's. You opened your mouth to respond but just at that moment, all the sensations you were feeling got lost as Cantarella pulled back and sat up straight with reasonable distance in between. You couldn't descibe what you felt right then, the regret and disappointment.

"My apologies, that was a little too far. It's just hard to resist when you give such adorable reactions~" she stated with a giggle before reaching her hand out towards the table to pour a cup of tea for herself.

You almost glared at her, feeling annoyed by this constant dance of temptation.

"What was too far?" you asked with a flat tone, making her slightly surprised.

"....Doing any further is inappropriate for me. As the head of the Fisalias, I know there is a line to not cross."

You gritted your teeth then moved closer to her and gently gripped her wrist, making her turn to face you with widened eyes.

"So, you do even this with anyone? All the flirting, the looks and touching.... do you dance with just anyone? Do you treat anyone with such care and attention, even giving them your family's assets and secrets?"

You couldn't hold back and spoke your thoughts, desperate to know her true feelings now. Cantarella was even more shocked by your supposed outburst, unsure of how to respond for a moment. She saw the immense feelings in your golden eyes, realizing how she was playing with your heart all this time.

"....You are not just anyone, Rover. The things that you have done for Rinascita, for Jinzhou, for me.... nobody else could."

She extended her arms to cup your face, cradling it in her palms with a gentle smile on her face.

"You are the Sentinel's Arbiter, you fought off the Threnodian invansion in Jinzhou, you made the Carnevale a success this year, you solved the crisis in Avinoleum and freed Cartitheyia, and you saved me and my family from the lifelong torture of being under the Threnodian's whispers....."

She shifted closer and caressed your face.

"And this is simply what I know about. I'm sure there's many more things you have done, and will do, that make you unlike anyone in this world. So, tell me.... is it wrong of me to treat you the way I do? If it is then I will sto—"

"Is that really all the reason for you to treat me this way?"

"....What are you implying, dear?"

"You said it yourself, doing more is inappropriate for you. But, are you sure even this much is appropriate if you simply respect me for all my actions?"

You gripped her hands and pulled them away from your face, averting your gaze from her. Cantarella gazed at you in silence, trying to form words to speak. The answer was known to her all this time, but she refused to face it, fearful of the consequences.

"You know what I'm implying very well, don't you? Just say yes or no, that'll be enough." you added.

Your words tugged her heartstrings all of a sudden, a strange sensation rising in her as her hand subconsciously gripped her necklace while her mind plunged in deep thought. She wasn't sure herself why she was holding back all this time, perhaps she was not used to wanting something for herself?

"....Yes, I know." she finally replied in a low, soft voice.

You were about to look at her when she instead lunged at you and pressed her lips to yours, giving you a small and rushed yet intense kiss.

"My apologies.... I.... all this time I was— mmh!~" she attempted to clarify but you didn't let her as you kissed her back, equally as rushed and intense.

"It's fine, you don't have to say it...."

Light blush formed on her face, her hands coming to grip your shoulders as she shifted even closer and connected your lips again. Her body leaned on yours once again, causing you to rest on the armrest as you let her onto you. You lips moved with intensity, messy and unskilled even, but that only made it feel more passionate. Your right arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer, her body straddling you now.

"Mmh.... aah.... Y-Y/n~" she moaned into the kiss, her hands continuously moving to feel you up in every way before settling to grip your hair and neck.

Buried feelings exchanged through the kiss alone, her burning emotions that she planned to keep locked in forever came gushing out and flowed into the kiss. Her soft lips gave you no chance to part, keeping them pressed as much as possible.

"Mm.... C-Cantarella.... ngh....~" you gasped softly when you felt her bite your lower lip before enveloping it with her lips.

Moans and ragged breaths resounded in the room as you madeout, everything seemed to still and you could only focus on Cantarella. Perhaps that's why neither of you heard the knock on the door, followed by a familiar voice speaking only to be immediately shushed at the scene unfolding.

"Milady, Rover's clothes ar— Oh, my deepest apologies!" Cantarella's maid, Carmilla, stood frozen at the doorway with her head bowed. Cantarella quickly pulled back and sat up normally beside you, her face red and breath uneven, arms folding over her chest as she attempted to compose herself from the embarrassment.

"A-Ahem, it is alright, Carmilla. What were you saying?"

"I-I only came to inform that Rover's clothes are washed and dried now, and to ask whether you required something...."

"I see, you may keep the clothes with others for now. As for whether we require something....." she paused and glanced at you, to which you shook your head sideways and she continued, "....No need, you are dismissed."

"U-Understood, milady! I'm really sorry about this!" she kept bowing and apologizing as she backed away then shut the door close.

Cantarella let out a sigh while holding her head while you couldn't help but giggle at the situation.

"Are they not used to seeing you with lovers?~" you teased.

Cantarella smirked, "What a rude assumption to make, dear. I'm not one to engage in loose affairs, I'll have you know~"

"Ah, then I'm the first and only one to receive a consort proposal from the head of Fisalias?~"

"Well, I cannot speak for the previous heads but for the present one.... You are also her first kiss— and any kind of romantic engagement, for that matter~"

Your eyes widened in slight surprise, "Let me guess, you were always too busy with the family affairs and trying to find a way to save Imperator?"

"Indeed, but that's not all there is to it. With the current reputation of the Fisalia, and mine specifically..... who would really wish to form such a bond with 'The Bane'?"

Her eyes hooded slightly as she spoke, a hint of sadness and loneliness lingering on her azure gaze. You understood what she meant, yet found it upsetting she had to live this way. She seemingly sensed what you were thinking and let out a smile before coming closer to you and grasping your hand.

"Things will gradually shift because of you. I do not regret anything that has happened so far, for I believe it is our choices and will that led us to this situation—not the wishes of fate. Saving Imperator, Ragunna and residing over the family took priority for me, and I'm eternally grateful for the outcome it has brought me~"

She looked deep in your eyes as she spoke, clearly referring to you. Her other hand cupped your face and you were about to lean in to kiss her but she put her index finger on your lips and stopped you with a chuckle.

"Aren't you impatient, dear?~"

You smirked, "Can you blame me?~"

"Hehe, how about we move somewhere more private?~"

"Sure, I have yet to see more of 'our' home anyways~"

Cantarella blushed for a moment then kissed your cheek before standing up to go out. You exited the study room together and were following her down the hallway now, wondering where she'd take you. You reached the staircase and she was about to begin descending when you stopped her as an idea popped in your head. She looked at you with a confused expression then was startled the moment you put your arms under the bend of her knees and around her waist then picked her up bridal style.

Her arms automatically wrapped around your neck but the surprised expression on her face told you enough of how unexpected this was for her. A faint blush formed on her cheeks again and she slightly adjusted herself better, brushing her dress to the side and shifting closer to you. You heard vague sounds of gasps from around and looked to see some of the servants and members staring at you two with shocked faces, mouths agape and eyes blown wide.

You then looked back at Cantarella and she seemed unfazed by the looks, even if slightly embarrassed at first when her maid walked in on you making out. She looked at you as well and gave a gentle smile before cupping your face to peck your lips, causing even more gasps and squeels to erupt from the surroundings. Though, everyone soon cleared the way and acted as if they saw nothing while Cantarella guided you towards her private bedroom.

Porto-Veno Castle already looked grand enough from outside, but it was even better inside with its impressive architecture.

"How big is this castle?"

"Hehe, big enough that it would take you an entire day to see every room and passage~"

"....Doesn't it get lonely being all by yourself? Especially now after those girls went back...."

She softly smiled, "I have ways to keep myself occupied. Now that I'm free from a major responsibility, thanks to you, I finally go out sightseeing. There are still many other duties I have to do as the head, those keep me busy enough."

"I see.... Let's go out together someday, call me when you are up for it."

"Of course, it'd be my pleasure~"

She pecked your lips and you smiled at each other. You then finally reached her private bedroom and placed her down as she opened the door, welcoming you in. There was a queen size bed in the center with transparent purple curtains on its edges, a vanity to the left corner of the room accompanied with various plants and ornaments all around. A sweet, intoxicating fragrance filled the room, making you entranced immediately.

"Your room is beautiful....."

You walked in further as you glanced around, taking in the view. Meanwhile, Cantarella stood at the door with her back pressed to it and silently gazed at you, deep in her own thoughts. Her heart beated faster as each moment passed, your words barely audible to her. She then took a deep breath, clenching her necklace then releasing it and walked up to you.

"Oh, is that yo—?" your words were caught in your throat as she suddenly embraced you from behind, her arms wrapping around your torso and face buried in your shoulder.

"Cantarella, are you okay?" you asked out of concern, finding this unlike her.

She remained silent for a while and simply held you as if feeling your warmth and presence, her deep breathing prominent in your ear and making you shiver.

"....I'm in love with you, Y/n."

The sudden confession caught you off-guard, even if you were technically aware of this.

"Me too, I'm in love with you as well."

Her hold tightened hearing your words, a small smile forming on her lips. She dragged her hand across your chest to grasp your face, gently caressing your jaw while leaning closer to place kisses on your neck. You trembled in place feeling her lips on your skin, soft yet fiery kisses igniting a flame in you, a touch so sweet yet poisonous that you wanted more.

"Y-You didn't have to say it, you know? I have known for a while...."

"No.... I had to say it, for you and for myself, to finally make my heart accept it."

You smiled at her words then slowly turned around to face her, gazing into her fathomless eyes as they sparkled. She then cupped your face and stepped closer before meeting her lips with yours again, hungrily. There was no thought, only need— urgent and wild. Her usual grace and elegance was nowhere to be found, her lips clashing messily as if she's waited too long for this— which you knew you both had. Her hands then slid around your neck before tangling into your hair, pulling you closer and deeper.

Moans and desperate breaths exchanged as the heated kiss continued, your body growing warmer with each motion as your hands went to settle around her waist, slyly dragging up to feel her exposed back. She smirked against your lips and dug one knee between your legs, pushing against your crotch and making you groan into the kiss.

"C-Cantare— mmph~"

"Hush now~"

Her confidence in taking charge was uncanny, despite the fact that it was her first time doing this. You soon felt yourself being pushed backwards, lips still locked, every step unsteady with desire and urgency. The back of your knees hit the bed and you fell down, pulling her along with you. The mere drag of your body further up the bed was heavy as your lips never left hers, hands desperately clawing each other to touch anywhere and everywhere. She moved to straddle you properly, silky lavendar hair cascading over your face.

The kiss shifted, her thumb gently parting your lips and you easily let her, granting deeper access for her tongue to dive in. Your tongues meet, a tingling sensation running through you for a moment due to the Tacet Mark, but quickly changing into a passionate exchange. They moved as if in a frantic dance, sliding over each other impatiently. A low hum resounded from her, sending vibrations through you. Her mouth was warm, soft, and intoxicating— making you seek more of it.

With a swift motion, you wrapped your arms around her and turned over to place her on the bed instead and came on top of her, lips never leaving hers. She gasped into the kiss from the sudden change of positions, yet made no effort to resist and instead pulled you down to kiss deeper. Her right leg slid up around your waist, and you wasted no time to grasp and caress her porcelein skin while pressing yourself deeper. A passionate revelry unfolded with your tongues, bodies intertwining together into one.

It felt like an eternity when you finally stopped, breathless and panting as you slowly retracted from her, her tongue giving a final lick to your lips and relishing the taste. Her eyes were half-lidded, shimmering with the afterglow of the kiss. The deep blue glowed like an ocean, fluid and alive, ripples of light catching the surface like a jellyfish drifting beneath the water. The vibrant blue reminded you of those creatures, pulsating softly, drawing you in with the same quiet, hypnotic pull. Every glance, every flutter, felt like an invitation to sink deeper into her, to never escape.

No words were exchanged as you immediately attached your lips to her neck and placed several lingering kisses while moving down to her chest. Her body arched into you with a soft gasp when your lips touched the valley of her breasts, planting hot and wet kisses on her soft skin. You looked up at her once, asking for permission, which she understood immediately and gave her approval. You quickly removed the clothing covering her breasts, freeing the ample mounds of flesh. Your mouth almost watered at the sight, body moving automatically to take one in your mouth.

Cantarella sighed when she felt your lips around her right breast, while your hand grasped the other to knead it. Your tongue flicked over her erect nipple and fingers dug into the soft flesh, feeling the curviness and bounce. She wrapped her own hands around your head and pushed you deeper, arching herself further into you and letting you have more. You sucked her nipple now, swirling your tongue around the nub and pinching the other one. She gasped softly when your teeth grazed it, fingers treading through your hair. The more you paid attention to the hardened bud, the more her fingers gripped onto your hair.

"Mmh... Y-Y/n.... aahn~"

You could feel her chest rising and falling rapidly as she panted, soft moans leaving her lips. You switched between breasts, giving them equal treatment and attention. Her skin was burning against yours and your own breathing was beginning to become ragged from arousal. Her moans and whimpers of pleasure were music to your ears. When you were done, you pulled back and looked at her, face flushed and her chest glistening with your saliva as she panted.

Somehow, the sight of her this way aroused you to no end. The urge to pleasure her grew stronger, eager to see more of her in this state and just simply make her feel good. She looked at you with such love, eyes glazed with lust and desire. Knowing her situation, you couldn't help but empathize with her deeply and wished to make her happy for once. Your eyes trailed down to her clothed core, noticing a wet patch forming.

"....May I undress you, Cantarella?"

Her eyes widened for a moment, knowing well where this was headed. She gave a nod rather quickly, her own body betraying her thoughts. She sat up and let you do as asked, slowly sliding down her dress and revealing her exquisite body. Her fair skin glistened against the moonlight, lavender hair cascading and enhancing the view. The last to remove were her panties and stockings as you unclasped the suspender first, followed by removing her stockings then finally underwear. A string of arousal clung to the fabric, giving way to her drenched folds.

Her body shivered at the feeling of cool air hitting her exposed parts, reflexively closing her legs. You then leaned in to kiss her and gently laid her back down before parting your lips and trailing kisses down her body, marking a trail straight down until her abdomen. She softly gasped the moment you stopped, eyes focused on her inviting folds that begging to be touched. Her clit throbbed feeling your intense gaze, her usual confident demeanour broken as she laid completely bare for you, allowing you to do whatever you pleased.

The air thickened with the scent of arousal, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled you. One would wonder if it was part of her forte, but you knew this was reality and nothing could change it. You gave a simple lick to her clit, earning a startled gasp from her, her legs instinctively enclosing around your head. You caressed her plush thighs and gently parted them as you went lower, placing kisses on her inner thighs while eyeing her throbbing folds.

Cantarella bit her lower lip when she felt your lips travel to her outer folds, teasing them. Her eyes lowered to see you buried in her folds, eager to please her. Yet, a strange and unknown sensation ran through her. She wasn't used to this. She had never done this before. Not just this act, but the act of having her own desire fulfilled. Since childhood, she had been taught to live only for one purpose, and now she lived for the freedom of others- stripping her own.

"Y-Y/n.... wait...." she husked out, extending her hands towards you.

You leaned back and went closer to her, letting her hold your face, a soft look in her eyes. You cupped her hands with your own, somehow being aware of her thoughts and giving her a reassuring look.

"Just lay back and let me please you." you sincerely stated, kissing the inside of her palm and pulling her hand away before dipping your head between her thighs again.

This time, you were more deliberate, more attentive to her reactions. You traced the sensitive skin with your tongue, teasing and tantalizing, building the anticipation slowly. You hear her breath catch in her throat, and you feel the tightening of her muscles beneath your touch. You can sense her internal struggle, the conflict between her ingrained inhibitions and the raw, primal desire that is beginning to overwhelm her.

You continue your exploration, your focus entirely on her pleasure. You use your hands, your lips, your tongue to create a symphony of sensations, each touch designed to ignite a new spark of pleasure within her. You can feel her trembling now, her body arching towards you in response. Your tongue inserts between her folds now, plunging deep into the sweet abyss and caressing her walls. That's when she cries out, a sound so unlike her.

"Nn.... Y-Y/n.... aaah~"

Cantarella Fisalia, the current Matriarch of the long-standing Fisalia family, famously known as The Bane, a Sea Witch, a woman shrouded in so much mystery that the rumours surrounding her betrayed every single truth about her. The woman known to manipulate any, to torture souls and make poisnous concoctions with the flesh of young girls— that woman laid vulnerable for you, the person who saved her and changed her life.

A loud moan escaped her lips when your thumb circled her clit, her thighs closing around your head and body arching up. She knew what this feeling was, she had read all about it in scientific books, but experiencing it was unlike anything. Her fingers found way in your hair, tangling in the strands and gently grasping, a silent indication for you to do more. You raised her hips and plunged deeper into her sea, into her warmth, your tongue stroking her sensitive spots.

"Aaahn.... yes.... r-right there..... o-oh~"

She cried out more, fingers tightening in your hair and pulling you closer. Her hips rut against your mouth, finally letting her desires spill out as she chased her release. You suck on her bundle of nerves, circling her clit faster at the same time. Her body convulsed, back arching and eyes rolling to her skull as her release approached. You could see it, feel it with the way her walls clenched around your tongue in the end.

You did a final stroke and rubbed her sensitive spots then watched her release unfold. She moaned as the knot in her stomanch snapped, her orgasm coming like a broken dam. You slurped and lapped up everything she offered, relishing her sweet poison and wanting even more. You cleaned up her slick before leaning back to look at her state, sweat trickling down her body and panting intensely as she came down from her high.

"Are you okay, Cantarella?"

"Y-Yes.... aaah.... that was.... good.... r-really good.... thank you."

Her hand covered her face as she spoke before slowly removing it to reveal her flushed face, bright red from such an intimate action. The sight was utterly adorable, seeing someone like her in this state. Once composed enough, she slowly sat up and immediately pressed your lips together. Her arms wrapped around your neck while yours around her body, placing her on you lap and making out together. She was just as intense and passionate as before, impatiently seeking you.

Her hands roamed down your body, a frantic exploration that sent shivers down your spine. They clenched at your shirt, the fine fabric crinkling in her grasp before she swiftly pulled it open, buttons popping and rolling across the floor. The cool air kissed your suddenly exposed chest. She then pushed you down to make you lay on your back and took a moment to enjoy the sight, her hands delicately tracing down your muscles and abs, eyeing the scars adorning your battle-worn skin.

You shivered once as her cold fingers traced across the scars, not being used to having your body touched this way. Cantarella simply smiled at your reaction and leaned down to kiss your neck, deliberately sucking on some spots and leaving imprints of her lips. Her engraved tongue gave a long lick from your throat to your chin before biting down near your collarbone, teeth grazing and marking you.

A gasp escaped your lips, a sound that was both surprised and pleasured. Each deliberate caress sent a jolt of electricity through you, unfamiliar yet serene. Her hold on you was more than physical, perhaps she had pulled you into her Sea of Dreams, a potent enchantment woven with her voice, eyes, and her very presence. Her hands now explored further down and settled on your pants button, eager to undo and unravel more of you.

"I want you inside, Y/n. Would you be willing to....?" she asked in an uncertain tone.

"Of course, why wouldn't I?" you answered with a smile, making her smile back.

She then wasted no time to undo your pants and pull them off along with your underwear, freeing your erect shaft from the constraints. Your length stood upright, showing your prolonged arousal and how desperate you had become. You watched her eyes flicker over your form, a mixture of awe and something akin to shyness flickering within their depths. Her hand reached out to gently grasp it, delicately wrapping her fingers around it and pumping.

You trembled in place feeling her soft, slow yet teasing touch. A part of you just wanted to be inside her already, but another wanted to wait and let her take the reins from here. Cantarella watched the way your length reacted with great interest, finding it quite adorable even if daunting due to the size. She stuck out her tongue and gave a long, slow lick across it, tasting with the entirety of her engraved tongue.

Your hips almost bucked in response but you held back, keeping yourself composed for her. She grinned at you, eyes glowing with mischief, and you knew you were in for a ride. She did say she wanted to taste you, didn't she....

"Bear with me, will you? It's my first time doing this, it may take a while to get used to~"

"I-It's fine, take your time...."

She smiled then planted a kiss on your tip, followed by making wet kisses all over and around the erect length. Your cock twitched at each touch of her lips, almost feeling embarrassed at the attention she was giving it. She then stuck out her tongue again and made a long lick from your sac to the tip, followed by swirling it over the head. You groaned in response, your body heaving at her ministrations.

"Hmm.... mmph~" she sighed as she wrapped her lips around the tip, her warm mouth engulfing it.

You suddenly became pliant in her hold, surrending to her and letting her do anything. You closed your eyes, abandoning yourself to the sensory onslaught that was about to engulf you. Her mouth felt hot and wet around your cock. Your fingers tangled in the sheets, grip tightening the lower she took you, attempting to swallow it completely. Her tongue swirled around your member, lubricating every corner and lapping it up.

A small groan left your lips when your tip hit the back of her throat, your cock laying snug in her mouth and she seemed to have no plans of letting it go. The sight was beyond erotic, and the sensations were indescribable. She breathed in and out to compose herself, the vibrations going straight through your cock making you throw your head back in ecstasy. You could feel her smile at your reactions, satiating her own desire to see you crumble. She then began bobbing her head, sucking you off at a torturously slow pace.

The wet sounds of her slurping and moaning sent shivers down your spine, chasing away the cool composure you were trying to maintain. The sensation was exquisite, agonizing, driving you closer and closer to the edge. She was taking her time, savoring every moment and every second. You knew this was her first time, but she almost made you believe otherwise with her technique. Her tongue wasted no chance to lap around whenever possible, the little bumps and crevices of the Tcaet Mark increasing the pleasure even more.

"H-How are you so-oh.... good at this?~" you asked, breathless.

She smiled at your praise then slowly dragged herself up and released you from her mouth with a wet pop, her tongue teasingly lapping at the tip as she spoke.

"I'm pleased to hear that since I'm just doing what I want to. Do tell me if I should change it up, my dear~" she winked and dragged her tongue against your shaft, her Tacet Mark rubbing across it as she took a deep taste.

A gasp escaped your lips as the mark tingled against your member. You were already dripping with precum, and the sensations of her warm mouth were driving you crazy. She then swallowed your cock once again like before, taking it all the way inside with minimal effort. Your hips bucked up at the feeling, no longer able to restrain yourself.

"F-Fuck.... I can barely hold on...." you groaned, looking down at her with a desperate look.

She giggled, knowing how desperate and close you were. She wanted to prolong your pleasure, but you both were craving release. Her hands went to massage your sac as she kept sucking, feeling the cum stored in them as it begged to be released. That's when she decided to give you even more, as if this wasn't enough. You suddenly felt a warm, soft and bouncy feeling around your base and looked down to see her breasts enveloping your dick.

"W-Wait.... shit....! Aah.... that feels so good....!~"

You sighed, enjoying the feeling of her breasts. She smirked and rubbed them up and down around your length, lubing the skin with your arousal and her own saliva to create a pleasurable sensation.

"I know what you have desired for so long.... my toxins reveal all secrets of others just by being near." she purred, "And for you.... I'm more than happy to indulge in every single one of them~"

She bobbed her head faster now, cheeks hollowing as she sucked harder as if to milk you dry, her moans reverberating in her throat and vibrating around you. The heat in your lower abdomen became almost unbearable.

"Can— Cantarella...!"

You groaned, hands flying to her hair and gripping tightly. All of a sudden, you felt intense vibrations against your tip and looked around to see jellyfishes floating near, realizing she activated her Tacet Mark now. The vibrations made you finally lose it. The heat erupted, and you climaxed into her mouth, a low moan erupting from your throat. She braced herself as you released, keeping your cock inside her mouth and welcoming the warmth.

The release was almost explosive, plentiful amounts pent-up that erupted at once. It was overwhelming, to say the least, and she eagerly took all of it. Her eyes rolled back as she swallowed, drinking every last drop. You were both panting as you finished. Her mouth finally let go and she licked her lips. You looked down, still recovering from your high, and saw her scooping up the cum dripping on her breasts, sensually licking it.

"Mmm, delicious~ Thick, slightly sweet and perfectly healthy.... hehe~" she mumbled, still licking away the cum on your tip.

You couldn't help but blush from her comments, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Hah.... if I didn't know better, I really wouldn't believe this was your first time." you said while panting.

Cantarella chuckled then came up on your body, pushing you down to lay flat on the soft mattress while she straddled you. The air remained thick with tension and lust still, both of you feeling nowhere near satisfied and craved for more. Her hands cupped your face then slid down your bare body as she slowly stood up on her knees, grasping your shaft and aligning it to her core.

"We'll truly be one in mind and body now, dear~" she purred before pushing herself on your length.

You groaned together, her walls slowly parting to accompany you inside. Warm and mushy sensations enveloped you as you went in, your eyes not leaving the sight at all. You grasped her hips and helped her as she slowly sunk down, then let out a small gasp once it was fully inside. Your body almost arched when you felt the tightness, while she moaned out at the stuffy feeling.

"Aaah.... y-you feel wonderful.... Y-Y/n.... mmh~"

"Y-You too.... hah.... so warm and tight....."

Cantarella’s eyes, wide and a little dazed, were fixed on yours, flecks of silver dancing within their deep blue depths. A faint flush crept up her neck and across her cheeks, a beautiful contrast against her creamy skin. You remained still for a moment, just absorbing the sensation, the sheer intimacy of it, letting her adjust. Her body, so regal and composed usually, was trembling slightly above you. You could feel the rapid beat of your heart in your chest, and you could tell she was the same.

"Are you.... hah.... alright?" you asked softly, gently circling your thumbs on her hips.

She blinked, a slow, languid blink, and a soft smile curved her lips.

“Alright? Y/n, I am… beyond alright.” She reached down, her fingers feather-light as they brushed against your jawline, sending shivers down your spine. “This… this is… incredible.”

She leaned down near your face, resting her palms on either side of your head then began to slowly move. Her hips rocked back n forth first, finding the right angle and rhythm, but also enjoying the way your cock scrapped her insides. She softly moaned at the growing pleasure, carefully raising her hips a little to thrust down.

"Aah....! Mmh.... y-you are so deep inside....~"

She began to move faster, finally finding the motion that suited her. Her hips sought yours as she rose and sunk down at a steady pace, sounds of skin slapping of her hips and your thighs echoing in the silent room. You watched her face, fascinated by the play of emotions there– a slight furrow of her brow as she adjusted to the unfamiliar feeling, then a soft sigh as pleasure started to bloom.

The sight of her was marvelous, making you entranced as you watched her breasts bounce with her motions, and the way her walls clenched you to keep you deep inside as if to never let go. You finally dared to move now, giving a little thrust up which made her gasp in pleasure feeling your cock hit her deep spots. She ceased for a moment, a smirk coming on her lips before she leaned down further and embraced you.

You wrapped your arms around her body, her face buried in your neck as she licked and kissed the skin there before moaning in your ear when you started thrusting again. Your bodies stuck closely, a delicious rhythm forming of your hips with hers, and her silky voice moaning in your ear only enhanced the pleasure tenfold. Your hands slid down to grasp her hips, fingers digging in the ample flesh as you bucked up faster, rutting into her.

"O-Oh, yes! More.... w-will you give me more.... aahn.... m-my dear...."

"Y-Yeah.... anything.... this is for you only..... ngh~"

You moved with increasing urgency now, each thrust a testament to the passion that had been simmering between you for so long, finally unleashed in this private haven. Cantarella clung to you, her moans becoming less controlled, more raw, each sound vibrating against your ear and sending shivers down your spine. Just then she sat back up, her palms intertwining with yours, head titled with a sultry look on her face. You braced yourself for the onslaught of her hips, her body bouncing frantically on your cock.

"Aaah.... aah.... R-Rover.... Y/n.... mmh.... more....!~"

You took a deep breath then sat up as well and tightly held her, your face flush in her breasts as you embraced. Her hands threaded through your hair, lacing in the strands while you grasped her hips and thrusted with her.

“Y-Y/n….!” she gasped out, her head thrown back, exposing the elegant curve of her neck. You instinctively leaned in, pressing kisses along the sensitive skin there, tasting the faint salt of her sweat, the intoxicating scent of her perfume now mingled with something wilder, more primal. You felt her walls tighten around you, gripping you fiercely, urging you on. Her breath hitched, and she arched her back, her breasts heaving with each gasped breath.

"I-I'm close... ngh... C-Cantarella....!~" you announced, slapping your hips up.

"G-Go on.... inside.... give it to me..... aahn~!" she urged you, wrapping her legs around your waist and locking you in so you wouldn't pull away.

Normally, you'd have been more cautious. But you couldn't control yourself here, not when you were finally in the arms of the woman you loved, not when you were finally inside her and she wanted you do it inside. You quickened your pace, your own breath coming in ragged gasps now. The world narrowed down to the feel of her body against yours, the sound of her moans in your ear, the taste of her skin as you nuzzled into her neck. The tension coiled tighter and tighter, a spring wound to its breaking point.

You thrust into her one last time, your release crashing over you in a torrent of sensation, hot and blinding and utterly consuming. You cried out her name, a primal sound of completion and adoration, as you emptied yourself into her, your body shuddering with the aftershocks of pleasure. She threw her body back feeling your release filling her up, moaning out at the hot sensations and the way your cum seeped inside her. Her arms and legs completely locked around you, holding you to dear life.

However, you weren't blind to the fact that she didn't have her release, despite her not saying anything about it. You were a little surprised she held on this long and even through your orgasm considering it was her first time, but it also would be unlike the Head of Fisalia to not have a greater willpower and resilience. Not to mention, knowing how she always prioritized others' wellbeing over her own, it was understandable she wanted you to be satisfied first. Too bad for her, you wouldn't be satisfied if she wasn't.

You suddenly turned over and placed her on the bed, her back hitting the soft mattress with a surprised gasp leaving her lips. She watched you come on top of her, spreading her legs open to accommodate yourself. Her eyes flickered when she saw your cock was still hard, brimming with energy as if it didn't just release twice in a span of some minutes. You rubbed it against her slit, grinding over her clit and spreading her arousal.

"You didn't cum, did you?" you asked her, your voice low and soft.

"I-It is alright, I don't want you to exert yourself."

You chuckled, knowing you were indeed right.

"It's not. I told you this is all for you, didn't I? No more suppressing your own desires and wishes. Tell me what you want, I will give it to you no matter what."

Her heart skipped a beat at your words, finding herself unaccustomed to this kind of situation. Her lips parted to say something but she held back for a moment, seemingly thinking over her words. Silence stretched between you, thick with unspoken desires. You continued to tease her clit, circling it with your cock, feeling her hips buck slightly against you. She was holding back, you could feel it in her tense muscles, in the quickening of her breath.

"I...." she began, her voice low like a whisper. "I want that.... again...." she eyed to where your bodies were joined, looking at your cock resting on her folds, "And.... I want what you felt....."

Her eyes hooded and lips formed a smile as she spoke, looking at you tenderly. You smiled back and pecked her lips then guided your shaft to her entrance, pressing the tip against her slick folds. She was so wet, ready for you in a way that words couldn't express. Slowly, deliberately, you began to push inside her, parting her folds once again for your length to fill her up. She gasped, a sharp intake of breath, but this time, there was no surprise, only anticipation, hunger.

"More.... mmh.... give it to me..... just engrave me into you!~"

Her unfiltered words sent a wave of pleasure and surge of energy through you, eager to please her and make her see stars. You bucked forward and hilted inside her in one go, immediately hitting the deepest spots in her. She arched up in pleasure, hips bucking into you with a raw moan leaving her lips. You began to move slowly, deliberately, drawing out the sensations for both of you. You watched her face, her reactions, her breath hitching and catching, her body starting to move with yours, instinctively, beautifully.

Her hands, which had been gripping the sheets tightly loosened to reach up to your shoulders, pulling you down and wrapping around, her painted fingernails clawing down your skin. You groaned in her ear, starting to go faster now, bucking your hips with fervour. You felt her walls tighten around you, clenching your member just like before, making you thrust harder. You felt her starting to lose herself, her breaths becoming ragged gasps, body arching and bucking beneath you.

"Yes.... f-faster.... ohhh....! Hah.... Y/n.... I love you.... I love you so much~"

Her sudden declaration of love caught you off guard, but also made you move harder.

"I love you too.... aah.... s-so much for so long.... fuck!~"

You buried your face in the crook of her neck, her left hand reaching up to entangle in your hair and grasp the strands. Her legs locked around your waist and you felt her walls flutter, tightening and loosening all at once and you knew she was close. You breathed against her, groaning as you thrusted faster, the bed moving from your intense pace.

"Cumming.... Y/n.... I'm about to— !~"

She cried out and embraced you tighter as she finally came, an explosive release washing over her making her walls milk you. You sighed at the tight and warm sensations, feeling her release on your cock still buried deep inside. You halted for a minute as she came down from her high, letting her breathe and compose herself. You raised yourself and watched her, face contorted in pleasure, smiling at you affectionately.

You shared a gentle kiss, enjoying this blissful moment. She perhaps expected you to stop now and not continue for a while, judging by the shocked expression on her face when you suddenly raised up her left leg and shifted her on her side, putting her leg over your shoulder. She had no time to prepare as you immediately thrusted inside, hilting to the base once again and setting a frantic, relentless pace.

"Aaahn! W-Wait.... I'm still— hng!~" she gasped, feeling overwhelmed.

"I know... hah.... that's why...." you said with a grin, kissing the back of her held up leg, caressing her porcelein skin.

Your hips drove forward animalistically, driven by the unfulfilled lust that still burned between you, the world narrowing down to the feel of her body against yours, the sound of your mingled breaths and the soft slapping of flesh against flesh. All of a sudden, you heard a breathy chuckle from her, followed by the usual confident smirk forming on her face.

"I didn't anticipate.... y-you to go on.... aah— I thought I'd have to.... mmh.... g-give you a stamina potion~" she teased, the way you were used to from her.

"Aaahn.... but I should have known.... it's you, after all— Oh, right there! Show me.... Rover.... Y-Y/n.... mm.... show me what you have~" she challenged, being fully aware of just what you could do.

She wanted to rile you up, to make you lose your sense of control and rail her so she wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow. Well, who were you to ever back down from a challenge?

You gritted your teeth and grasped her held-up leg then swiftly flipped her over, making her lay on her stomach. She mewled in pleasure at your rough handling, immediately standing up on all fours and glancing back at you, her eyes half-lidded and beckoning you to carry on. You wasted no time and grabbed her hips to pull her closer then thrust inside her once again, her back arching and a moan coming from her throat in response.

Driven by her challenge, your every thrust becomes a declaration, a raw expression of the desire that has simmered between you for so long. Cantarella’s breath hitches, her nails digging into the plush velvet of the bedsheets beneath her hands. “Y-Yes… like that…” she breathes, the words fragmented and breathless. Her head falls forward, her hands finding it difficult to hold up from your frantic onslaught on her behind.

Your fingers dig in the plush of her ass, kneading it in your palms, feeling her soft and plumpy skin. Her back arches further with each deep thrust, her body a taut string humming with energy. You keep drilling forward, fucking into her as if you wouldn't ever again, giving her what she wanted and more. The sounds of your bodies moving together fill the room— the soft slap of skin against skin, her increasingly louder moans, your own ragged breaths.

"Oh yes...! Just like that.... more.... show me....! G-Give it all to me.... aaahnn!~"

You soon wrap your arms around her waist and lean on her back, your face buried in her silky lavender hair as you keep thrusting, groaning with effort in her ear. She's barely able to hold herself up now from your added weight, but she soon realizes it's your hold that's keeping her in place.

"Ngh.... I think you should be.... mmh.... the o-one to take that stamina potion, hehe~" you tease, increasing the speed and intensity of your hips even more.

She knew what you meant, and you may be right. You then stand back up and suddenly loosen the grip on her, causing her front to lose all strength. Her face gets buried in the sheets with her ass still raised up for you, your cock rutting faster than before. She moaned with your thrusts, a cacaphony of her silvery voice and sounds of skin slapping resounding in the room. She couldn't describe what she felt any longer, her mind clouded by lust and you, just you.

"F-Fuck.... you are so beautiful this way.... aah.... I'm close again....!~"

You grunted then leaned down to rest on her back, pressing her body flat against the bed. Your hips continued seeking hers in this new position, your cock hitting her the deepest than ever. She cried out at how deep you went, the barrage on her sensitive spots never stopping. She looped her arm around your head and raised up slightly then turned her head to kiss you, pulling your head deeper with her looped arm. You exchanged a messy open-mouthed kiss, tongues and breaths mingling before releasing with a gasp as she put her head down to enjoy the pleasurable sensations.

"I-I'm also close.... oh yes.... t-this is amazing.... aahh.... d-don't stop....!~"

You didn't stop. You kept going, as hard and fast as you knew she could take. Controlling your strength at this moment became difficult with how lost you were in lust and the feeling of her— her tight and warm walls clutching around you, her exquisite body pinned beneath yours, her intoxicating scent that overwhelmed your senses, and her angelic voice that continuously moaned for you. You then raised up your body a little, supporting yourself with your arms by keeping them on either side of her, angling your hips in a new way.

You were sure she was completely lost in pleasure now with the way her lolled out, eyes rolled to the back of her head. She knew nothing but the pleasure you were giving her, enjoying the intense thrusts as you drove in and out. You were both reaching your peak now, having held on longer than expected. You pulled her hips into you with your final thrusts, desperately bucking forward to reach your release together. She merely thrusted back into you, feeling powerless to do anything else.

"Together.... are you ready, Cantarella? Mmm.... I'm really close....!"

"Y-Yes.... cum with me.... Y-Y/n.... I'm almost there too~!"

And just like that, the dam broke.

You did a final hard thrust, burying yourself to her depths and released a torrent of hot, unending cum. A guttural cry tore from her throat, not of pain, but of pure, unadulterated sensation. Her body arched beneath you, a wild tremor that rippled through you both. White-hot pleasure erupted from your core, radiating outwards, engulfing your senses. You felt her inner muscles contract around you, milking every last drop of pleasure, and you groaned, a sound lost against her cries.

You fell on her back, panting against her shoulder as your release drew out by the feeling of her walls clencing you, orgasming with you. For a long, drawn-out moment, time ceased to exist. There was only the feeling of her body pressed against yours, the frantic beat of your combined hearts and the slickness of sweat and passion coating your skin. You could feel Cantarella trembling beneath you, her body still radiating heat. You planted kisses on her shoulder and back before embracing her, simply resting together.

Slowly, after some time, you pulled out from her, your cum gushing out with a pop. You helped her turn on her front, her body still heaving from the intense session. She smiled at you and opened her arms in a loving embrace, and you couldn't help but dive forward in her warmness, hugging her back tightly and laying down together. She planted kisses all over your face- starting from your forehead then down to your eyelids, cheeks, nose and finally meeting your lips.

"Are you alright?" you asked, concerned.

The question felt almost ridiculous, given the intensity of what you had just shared. But you needed to hear it from her, needed reassurance that this experience, so new and overwhelming for her, was positive. She pulled back slightly from your embrace, her fingers tracing the line of your jaw, a soft smile playing on her lips. Her eyes, still heavily lidded and shimmering with unshed tears of release and something deeper, met yours.

"Why wouldn't I be? I have found my partner. Exploring the depths of this unknown sea with you was an experience I'll never forget. This night.... is truly a night to remember, and I cannot thank you enough for giving me this, and so much more."

You blushed hearing her words then smiled back, "Me too, it was an unforgettable experience for me as well. And.... I hope from now on you will openly tell your wishes, at least to me. I want to fulfill everything you desire, and give you everything you deserve."

Her azure eyes widened, yours words holding immeasurable weight.

"Y/n, you...." she trailed off in a whisper, cupping your face and gazing into your eyes, "Everything I want, I wish and desire.... is right in front of me~"

You smiled at each other then shared a gentle kiss before drifting into the night, snuggled under the warm blanket. The warmth of her body pressed against yours was a novel sensation, a comforting heat that seeped into you, chasing away the last vestiges of the day’s chill. You could feel the soft rise and fall of her chest against your own, each breath a gentle whisper against your skin. The air in the room, thick moments ago with unspoken desires, now held a quiet, expectant hum.

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Morning light spilled softly into the room, golden and warm, brushing over tangled sheets and quiet corners. It stretched across the bed, falling gently on you both as you lay close, faces peaceful in sleep. Sunlight catches in Cantarella's hair, painting it with a soft, honeyed glow, and kisses her shoulders with warmth. Outside, birds sing sweet, lilting songs that drift through the open window, carried on a fresh breeze that stirs the curtains. Leaves shimmer with dew, the world hushed and still.

Cantarella was first to awaken, opening her azure eyes and to be met by the sight of you entangled with her. Her mind immediately recalled the events of last night, a whirlpool of emotions rising in her yet calming down rather quickly after looking at your peaceful face. She smiled and leaned in to kiss your forehead, slightly rising up to rest on her side and pulled the blanket further up on you, tucking you in while humming a soft tune.

"I wonder what you see in your dreams, Y/n, if not nothing at all...." she mumbled to herself in a low voice, "Hehe, look at you.... so peacefully asleep like a baby. Are you really the one who branded me into the sheets last night?~" she playfully tapped your nose with a chuckle, gazing at you with utmost love.

She raised her eyes to look around her room, watching the pleasant sunlight spill in and hearing the chirping of birds. Porto-Veno Castle had never felt this peaceful and serene, but she knew why this was the case now. This quiet, tranquil morning was a miracle granted by none other than you. She felt grateful to have you beside her this way now. Just like you, she also wised to fulfill all your wishes and desires and hoped for you to lead a peaceful and happy life.

She soon noticed your brows furrowing and a groan escaping your lips as you slowly opened your eyes, the sunlight obscuring your vision. She came in front to shield you, caressing your head to calm you down. You then finally opened your eyes and were met with Cantarella's beautiful face staring at you, a look of surprise coming and going on your face as you quickly recalled what had happened last night.

"Good morning, Y/n~" she stated with a smile, coming close to peck your lips.

"Good morning, Cantarella. Are you feeling alright?"

She chuckled and laid back down beside you, gently cupping your face and tracing her fingers along your jaw.

"Better than ever.... even if slightly drained~"

You smiled awkwardly, "Sorry, I'll be careful from next time...."

"Oh, please don't. I'd rather want you to not hold back from next time~"

You chuckled together before laying down in silence, simply gazing at each other, her hand continuing to caress your face in gentle motions.

"I like the way you look at me. In your eyes, even the darkest depths of the sea are made transparent. With you, I am no longer "The Bane." I am simply..... myself." she whispered, her face mirrored in your eyes.

You smiled softly then cupped her face in return, "And you will always be just you for me, Cantarella."

She smiled in return and joined your foreheads together, relishing the feeling of your touch and presence. The soft sunlight brushed through the room, a refreshing fragrance slowly filling the space as jellyfishes floated around you both. She lifted her azure eyes, the mist long faded, her gaze now like a calm sea, with just the ripple of gentle feelings.

[ciciyup]

Phantomhive manor (+ Gregory Violet) X Fem! Reader time traveler headcanons.

Summary: You are a time traveler and you have arrived in the Victorian era, how would you fare with certain characters if they met you?

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Ciel Phantomhive

In one moment he was drinking his tea and enjoying his chocolate cake and the next Sebastian had arrived with you at his side. Everything about you seemed to confuse him, from your unusual and very inappropriate clothing to your casual and bland way of speaking.

At first, he only let you stay in his mansion so he could study you, for some reason you seemed to know more than him and even more than Sebastian, and the more time you spent there the more you seemed to confuse him with your strange ways.

The inappropriate clothes you were wearing seemed to not want to take them off while you complained that the corset and the amount of things in the dresses were uncomfortable, which made Ciel roll his eyes more than once, on top of that, in your comments you added that the clothes you were wearing were “the fashion” and “the trend” when Ciel only saw in them two pieces of fabric like a poorly covered window added, in his opinion, to your bad style.

The way you spoke was so strange, that way so casual and without any grace, but at the same time confusing to hear you say words that he had never heard before. He had bothered to look up those words himself in some books, but then he left the task to Sebastian, who soon informed him that those words did not exist... At least not in his time. On top of that, it seemed that you did not appear in any kind of paper that informed about your birth or other important things that should be in people as soon as they are born, which made Ciel stop taking it as a bad move and see the possibility that you really were a time traveler, since Sebastian had ruled out the possibility that you were some entity like a demon, angel or shinigami by not feeling any of that in you.

It was really surprising for him, he would not deny it, to see such a strange and at the same time so useful device. You called it 'cell phone'. It was surprising for Ciel to see a device that could take color photos, see himself on video moments before while doing something random and be able to watch it and replay it. The fact that music came out of that device surprised him quite a bit too, not only because of that, but because of the huge difference between the music of the future and that of his time, it had certainly been a big shock. Surprisingly, some of the songs you taught him he ended up liking, the ones with a soft and pleasant rhythm, and the fact that you put those 'headphones' you had shown him where the music could be heard better turned out to be a great experience.

He seemed to start to trust you more, your conversations were pleasant and you seemed to have a very different kind of thinking than he was used to seeing in people, it was nice in a way. You seemed to have a more open mind, more liberal, without prejudices or hypocrisy.

Maybe with you there Ciel could take advantage of certain things to have an advantage over his adversaries in the business and political sense, after all he was an earl and it was always good to be one step ahead of everyone, if it was three steps then it would be even better. Although he was always on guard and cautious while you seemed to tell him certain things, he took mental notes of what could happen or happen in the future if he didn't change something in the present. It was all very intelligent and strategic on his part.

Finding you had been a great important piece for his game and being aware of more things that he probably wouldn't get to see, but he was pleased to have been lucky enough to have you appear. He just wished you could stay a little longer to be able to appreciate a vision as different and at the same time as pleasant as yours.

Sebastian Michaelis

Surprise was to say the least. This human really had something. He felt curious? Fascinated? You were so strange, your way of seeing everything was so different. Sebastian felt surprised because you even surpassed him in subjects he didn't know about such as politics, future wars, economics. It was fascinating and perhaps also, in a way, a blow to his ego. Why did this human come out of nowhere with all the answers up her sleeve, in such a way that she managed to surpass him in knowledge? Still, Sebastian was an extremely intelligent being with centuries of experience, so even if you had advanced knowledge, he wouldn't feel intimidated. Instead, he would see this as an opportunity to learn and expand his own understanding.

While he lets you settle into the mansion at his master's request, as the days passed, he would soon bring out his sarcasm when he saw your attire and clothes, dropping some sarcastic comments, but always with a polite tone to sweeten.

Seeing the device in your hands and turning it on would surprise him at first, being somewhat impressed by the great advancement of humans in technology and since he is a very intelligent supernatural being, he would quickly learn to use the cell phone and any other device you had with you. He would even dare to take your phone with him secretly just to study it, sometimes to take pictures, videos and other times to listen to music, noticing the great change between one era and another. The photographs and videos would be what would attract his attention the most, enjoying filming some cat that appeared in the mansion and then watching it on the phone.

Despite enjoying certain things, Sebastian would evaluate if you represented a potential threat, being cautious, but without raising suspicions on you. He would always prioritize Ciel's safety so he would stay close to you for a certain amount of time, even if sometimes you wouldn't notice. Coming to the conclusion that you didn't seem to be dangerous or an enemy to Phantomhive, which made him become more friendly and even offered you hospitality while you stayed at the mansion.

He would take advantage of your advanced knowledge to improve efficiency and security at the mansion, as well as a chance to learn about humanity and how they had advanced so much over the centuries. He would come to enjoy the conversations if they interested him enough, you don't always meet a time traveler so he had to get something out of it, it was sure better than hearing anyone else talk about the same old topics.

You were different from what he was used to, clumsy, closed-minded and boring people who had nothing new to offer, but since you had arrived it seemed like you had awakened something in Sebastian that he hadn't felt for centuries. He hoped you would stay a little longer, it would be a shame if he had to go back to the same boring emotions.

Finnian

He was very excited about you, although at first he seemed confused, especially by your unusual clothing, his excitement made him see beyond. Seeing artifacts he had never seen before amazed him, his eyes shining as he took the first picture with so many colors and heard the music coming out of it. Surely asking you for your phone a few times so he could take lots of pictures of himself with big smiles and doing different things or anything in general that he found nice to capture, even leaving the phone without storage.

“Can I really talk to someone who is on the other side of the world right now?” Finny would ask you in surprise when hearing you explain about calls and messages. But surely the game apps would also keep him very entertained, especially the pet care and gardening games, spending so much time there that he would already know how to use most of the things. He seemed to be amused by the fact that you would randomly throw out words that he had never heard before, some of them amused him so much that he would keep them in his mind and would often repeat them, even while there were people there, causing them to look at him in confusion. His enthusiasm could be higher than the looks they usually gave him. Finny liked to learn new things and having met you would definitely continue to fascinate him even after days.

His face would light up as you explain to him the simplest thing for you it would be surprising for him like the fact that there was something called 'internet' or 'television' that made everything easier in everyday life like a blender, bed warmer, cars. Whatever you told him it seemed like the boy would explode with excitement.

He would definitely be mesmerized if you showed him series or movies, whatever was moving on the screen would surprise him, but if they were fantasy movies he would surely enjoy them more seeing the special effects and thinking about how everything looked so real. He would definitely like to know all the musical genres, especially the most lively ones, but at the same time with a pleasant rhythm, trying to imitate modern dances, laughing at his own clumsiness and certain dance steps that made him laugh.

It would be enriching for both of you to have met him. Finny enjoyed your company and everything he managed to learn at your side, but in addition to that he also liked to teach you about his own time by telling you first-hand details and even making you see certain things from a new perspective. Being with him was undoubtedly a breath of fresh air and both of you could have a new look at the world.

Snake

He would be mostly confused by your unusual way of speaking, puzzled by words you used to say at random and not have a specific meaning, it would be difficult for him to understand. Unlike what one would think, even though Snake is a very shy boy, he would not feel ashamed to see you in a different type of clothing or in lesser cloths, since having been in the circus before he lived with people with little clothing or more "revealing" clothing, so although it would still be somewhat surprising and embarrassing for Snake, it would not be on a large scale.

Seeing a phone, something that did not yet exist back then, would make him feel particularly intimidated and think that it is something dangerous, staying cautious while you show him the device. He would be surprised when you showed him videos and people or anything in general moving inside that small device, even his snakes could be attracted and watch while they communicate through Snake asking questions about the device.

What he might like the most would be snake documentaries and anything about snake care. When you used to lend him your phone you would probably find him in the mansion's greenhouse surrounded by his snakes while his eyes were glued to the screen as he watches videos on snake care as well as precautions for when they shed their skin, their habitat, best food, even on wikipedia looking up different things to take care of himself and his friends.

Telling Snake about your knowledge and things that would happen in the future would make him feel intrigued and at the same time fearful thinking about what thing could cause something else to happen and prevent it from happening even if it was inevitable anyway. Also, he would like to know more about how people have evolved, if they were kinder to others, if there wasn't as much fuss when they saw someone different, if they accepted certain things more easily.

Seeing you want to teach him music with those big sound devices that you called 'headphones' would make him feel a little self-conscious, but finally when the music plays his surprise can be seen in him as he feels something he had not experienced before. He would have preferences with some genres more than others, the ones he might like the most would be ambient music, classical music and jazz.

He could get used to your presence in the long run. You seemed to be one of the few people he enjoyed the company of, and he learned more things with you by his side. He wouldn't deny spending a nice afternoon with you while you tell him how much everything had changed over the years and Snake would gladly listen to you.

Gregory Violet

First of all, why was there a girl at Weston College if it wasn’t for some special event? Secondly, he would be very intrigued, so he would take you out of public view if he had the chance so you wouldn’t cause any fuss at the time. Although he might initially keep his distance between you due to being generally reserved, his curiosity would make him approach you little by little.

Despite your unusual attire, Gregory would remain just as reserved, not judging anything about you as he silently analyzes you. He probably wouldn’t care much about how you look or what you wear, perhaps he would at first glance, but then he would remain discreet. He would be interested in the unusual and aesthetically different, wanting to capture the essence of your appearance in his drawings. You would be a source of artistic inspiration and he would want to draw you, but being so reserved he wouldn’t ask you to, at least until he gets to know you more deeply.

Seeing a phone for the first time would certainly leave him in awe. The ability to see color photos and color videos and even be able to take them yourself would leave him speechless. He would be more attracted if you showed him art-related photos with lots of colors and different things like that. Speaking of art, he would definitely be fascinated with the amount of things he could learn on different internet sites about artists’ paintings, drawing ideas, biographies and even reading any pdf book and using apps to draw and create without using pencils or hands would be extremely intriguing to Gregory.

Watching stories told through moving images and sound would be another completely new experience. He might be especially interested in movies, series or documentaries that deal with artistic and historical topics. He would be very intrigued and have many questions about how the device works and how you can see anything through it, be it movies, books, letters, numbers, photographs. How a movie could be created and what kinds of devices would be required to film and make the special effects.

If you had been there long enough for Gregory to become more comfortable, he could draw you, maybe he would ask you or, more likely, he would draw you without you noticing or telling you. He would like to capture your “futuristic essence” and keep those drawings to remember you if the time came when you had to leave. He would also make separate drawings of the electrical devices you had told him or shown him, wanting to remember them too.

It would be a unique experience for him and his memory to have met you and learn about all the new advances of the future generations. The fact that you seemed to have a more open mind and no need to judge would have made him enjoy your company more during the time you shared, after all you had not labeled him as weird or different like most people in his time and he appreciated that.

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[urban-shade]

Here's my headcanon for Sebastian's MR-P living situation! I think I've thought up enough details that it'd make a fun post to read.

Image to tempt you to click that read more 🐠

Prerequisite information from some of the writers strawpage Q&A's: It was confirmed they have specialized showers for large MR-P's (maybe experiments in general?), and that there were others in a similar situation to Sebastian (such that they would also need a big shower like him, nothing else was confirmed)

I forgot where I got this info but the MR-P conditions have been likened to nice european prisons, so I base my headcanons off of looking up stuff about swedish and norwegian prisons

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SO! We can presume that Urbanshade somewhat makes an effort to accommodate their experiment MR-P's.

With that in mind, Sebastian obviously needs a pool big enough for him to exercise in. He's been said to be very agile in water (and land) and you don't get skilled at swimming unless you've had time to practice.

(Honestly, I think it's probably a little bigger than this, I just didn't want to draw it to super accurate scale)

It'd be financially stupid to make a pool SEBASTIAN-BIG for just one guy though, so I think this is a facility-wide shared pool. At least for MR-P's and lower ranked staff like scientists, not sure if higher-ups / managers /bosses would wanna use it.

They use buoys + a retractable false bottom for the "human" part of the pool so people don't dive too deep or swim out in the middle and be harder to rescue. I don't think they would ever let humans swim in there while large experiments are using it, so experiments would need to rent out pool time, the human barriers are easily removable so they can make use of the whole space.

Since our larger experiments are using the pool, they need to shower off the chlorine/whatever chemical, so the specialized showers are nearby! In order to make sure they have easy access to the pool and showers, their living quarters would also be right outside the pool.

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Finally, we get to Sebastian's cell!

I heavily based it off of this Swedish prison cell. If I ever model it everything will be true-to scale for Sebastian, but this is just a rough approximate. The doors/openings would be wide enough for his fluke to fit through.

I imagine he has some possessions to his name that he got with vouchers! 12 years is a long time, he's collected stuff. A few different outfits as well as his normal uniform, cigarettes, pens and paper for drawing/designing, sewing kit, etc. I think he likes to think up of engineering stuff and schematics at his desk, he can't really make anything but it helps him keep his mind sharp to plan out hypothetical projects.

I was thinking little origami bunnies on his shelf to remind him of zerum would be cute haha

There's a TV mounted to the wall to ensure MR-P's get announcements of their schedules and such, but in their offtime I think they could pop in VHS's or VD's into a little wall receptacle to watch. I think there's probably a limited library for MR-P's where he can rent out books, maybe films/tv with vouchers? I don't think MR-P's would get internet access at all, so in what free time Sebastian has, his entertainment is limited.

I'm not entirely sure what the selection would be like, Urbanshade wouldn't want to have anything that inspires revolution (like real life prisons.. 😓), which cuts out most fun action movies lol. I was thinking it'd be funny if it was largely movies Mr Shade likes.. like old B&W cowboy and samurai movies.

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Side tangent about the library and what he gets up to in his free time, I think he's learned a few skills through guide books

Looking at his clothes, I think he is most likely modifying his clothing himself. The stitches are large and uneven, which can be inferred he has to use big leather needles and thick/leather thread since his hands are too big to use normal ones comfortably (yes I think this is just a stylistic choice for the model so it looks nice and so the stitches are visible, but it's fun to read into things way too much)

I might finish this comic later but I think he sewed the opening on his poet shirt more closed because he didn't like that his chest was so exposed haha

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Back to my final headcanon about his room

For his bed, I think he has a regular decent quality prison bed, but super sized and a bit wider than a human bed. (Reinforced as well since he's heavy)

It's big enough for him to sleep with his tail half folded, or to sleep in a big pile, but not stretched all the way out. (I think sleeping completely straight would feel weird for him.. snake instincts Do Not like it)

He had to make his blanket himself. He's had his standard issue blanket since his LR-P days, and it was "big enough" for his fish self that Urbanshade didn't bother getting him a bigger one. So over time he's added to it with other blankets he's managed to get his hands on.

Anyways hope this was an enjoyable read i think way too much about pressure

[pressureplus]

Could I ask for the prompt of you being a former friend/lover of Sebastian's from the surface when he was still human, becoming an EXR-P and meeting him again for the first time? I think it could be either super wholesome or super angsty lmao,,

-⭕️

Oh, you know I just love angst, thank you for the prompt! May have run a bit wild with it, apologies for that!

Hiraeth

Pairing: Sebastian Solace x GN!Reader

Au: Classic

Warnings: Angst, Romance

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How many times had you run through these halls, desperately searching for a safe place to rest? The echo of water droplets hitting the ground from your soaked suit. You'd heard whispers, muffled between EXR-P’s like yourself. A few little tales of a shopkeeper all the way down here. A man by the name of Sebastian, some kind of experiment gone feral. A part of you was admittedly a little frightened by the idea of him, but from the moment you heard his voice over the intercom, you knew you had to find him. You knew only one man with a voice like that, that little chuckle that you'd heard a thousand times over. It played in your head on repeat and it hasn't stopped in years. Perhaps it was wishful thinking, but you could dream, couldn't you?

The man you’d been in love with had been sentenced to death so many years ago now, the case details are blurry. You'd tried to be in court that day and you had. You vouched for his innocence, for his protection. He’d been with you that night. Honestly? It didn't seem to matter. They didn't care what you had to say under oath or not. Who cared if the love of your life was sentenced to death? Surely not the lawyers, the judges, the jury, or the onlookers... All of them would be able to carry on with their lives as though nothing had happened, but you? You wouldn't. You couldn't. You’d screamed that day when they took him in cuffs, when your pleas for his safety had been ignored. He didn't seem to resist, nor did he fight back. He’d only smiled at you. A little one that was a bit more solemn than the others you'd received. Much duller than the one you'd fallen in love with. Who were they to dull his light? Who were they to take him from you?

When he was killed, put down like some kind of animal, it was like the sun had fallen from the sky. For a while you'd wandered aimlessly, grieving the loss of your love, and no one had seemed to care. Those that reached out did so half-heartedly. The amount of reprimanding you got for grieving a man they claimed to be a murderer broke you down. It changed you. Something about watching the world around you turn their backs to your grief, rejecting the idea of his innocence even in death. It drove you nearly crazy. Now, after all this time, you're here. Here, in the Hadal Blacksight under Urbanshades care, you had a chance of seeing him. Maybe it wasn't a particularly good chance, but a chance nonetheless.

As you finally looked around the inside of his shop, out of breath from having crawled through an already open vent, you were greeted with items. A document on the counter, batteries, a radio and keycard. All sorts of spare items on shelves and an empty black doorway. There was no shopkeeper here, and it only left you confused. That was until you heard shifting in the backroom. Was he storing things? Replenishing his supply? Did it matter? Now was the time and god the way your heart raced in your chest left you almost shaking. Was it going to be him? You shouldn't get your hopes up, right? After a few more moments of silence, you gathered your courage to speak, stepping a little closer to the dark doorway.

“Hello?” You attempted to call out for him, or more so anyone in that back room. You were greeted with a softer, smoother voice.

“What are you doing here?” You freeze immediately, little tears in your eyes. The voice you were so attached to for so long, the one you'd missed, the one you'd fallen in love with. Of course his voice was a bit deeper than you'd last heard it, but oh so familiar.

“Sebastian? Is that really you? You're alive- tell me you're alive and that I've not finally lost my mind.”

“I'm alive. Barely.”

“Sebastian, I've missed you so much. I thought I'd lost you forever- I am so, so sorry that I couldn't do more. I-” You attempt to step closer towards the door, only to be met with aggression. A loud almost barking noise as his voice picks up in volume.

“Don't- Don't come any closer.”

“Its been nearly a decade since I've last seen you, come on-”

“You don't want to see me.”

“What? Sebastian, of course I want to see you.”

“No, no you don't. You don't want to see me now, its better if you think of me as dead. I'm warning you.”

“It can't be that bad-”

“Back up.” He huffs as you take another step forward, almost at the doorframe now.

“No, no I'm not backing up. I have waited to see you for years and no amount of being nervous is going to stop me.”

“Back. Up.” His voice drops even lower, more like a hiss than words as you finally get to the doorway.

“Sebastian, I'm not backing up. I-”

“I said BACK UP!” The voice you're greeted with hold power unlike anything you've heard from a human before. A snarl and a growl, echoing oddly in his throat as his face comes out of the darkness. A monster and not a man. Something entirely unrecognizable as your lover apart from his voice, something that looks closer to the anglers here than anything else. His glistening teeth bared as though he was going to snap and rip into you at any moment. His eyes filled with anger unrivaled.

“Wh…What are you?” Those words seemed to sink in deep, hitting him in all his most sensitive places. An attack directly on his heart. You watch the rage turn into hurt, melting into regret before he dipped back inside the dark room. A bit of shuffling heard.

“Are you happy now? You've seen enough. I didn't want it to come to this, okay? Please just…go away. I can't bear to look at you like this. Your expression is too much for me.”

“Wait- wait I'm sorry I just- you shocked me is all. Sebastian please-” You try to soften your approach as the shock and fear fade away.

“Don't say my name so sweetly, like you didn't just get scared of my face. And what about the rest of me? What will you think of what they made me? If my face scares you that much you won't want to see the rest.”

“Sebastian, please. I have loved you for years, since way before all of this. Even after you died I never stopped loving you. I was a little scared, yes, but its you, isn't it? It's still my Sebastian in that body. No matter what you look like now.” He hesitated for a moment. A long beat of silence, heartbeat rapid in your panic to not let him leave you again. All at once a massive clawed hand juts out of the darkness and pulls you in. You're tugged up into a set of arms, a third coming up under your thighs to function like a chain. The glow of his eyes on the darkness is unsettling for only a moment as he dips down to muzzle into your neck.

“Don't…Don't say things like that unless you mean them.”

“Sebastian.” You say it softly, arms wrapped around his neck.

“I still love you…its okay. All of you, even if its new and different. Its just gonna take a little getting used to. You can be patient for me, can't you?” He nods against your neck, holding you desperately. Enough for those claws to sink into your skin and draw blood, but neither of you seem to care. Here, even if its only for a moment, Sebastian has a piece of home again.

[stick2vamp]

Slides in the request box.

May I request for a doomed found family Sebastian & teen!reader :]…like the reader got oofed by one of them entities and Sebastian found them on the ground, dead.

If it’s too angsty then maybe teen!reader is still alive, just heavily injured and Sebastian helps them and became more protective after teen!reader nearly died.

𝜗 ˖ ❝ the end, once more. ᵕ ♡

— in which sebastian has seen the appearance of death multiple times, but can barely fathom your death when it comes too. ✧

↷　 433 wc 𓈒 sfw 𓈒 PLATONIC 𓈒 drabble 𓈒 angst 𓈒 major character death 𓈒 minor violence 𓈒 minor sebastian backstory spoilers 𓈒 hurt no comfort ✧ AGAIN. MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH AND MINOR VIOLENCE.

SEBASTIAN Solace.

Tried and found guilty in 2013.

You.

Tried and found guilty in 20xx.

Both of you were sentenced to death before you even reached 21. Both of you were sentenced to die in prison before you could even live your adult lives. Both of you would never be able to experience life normally.

And that's why he liked you.

You were like a reflection of him.

The kid he never even had yet was next to him anyway.

Down in this filthy facility, you sat with him. Talked with him. As if the two of you were real family.

And in a way, you were. Maybe not by blood, but you two were the only ones who understood each other.

And despite his inhuman appearance, you never faltered in his sight. Never showed any fear.

Maybe that's why you were too comfortable and ended up getting yourself hurt. As soon as he heard your scream nearby, Sebastian dropped everything, and rushed over as quickly as he could.

Yet, with his tail dragging on the ground, he was no match for the speed of an angler. And as his tail hit the floor, your blood did too.

His claws scrambled to get a medkit from his tail, but he knew there was nothing a measly bandage could do for you now. If you even were still alive. As that thought crossed his mind, Sebastian scooped you up into his arms, cradling you close to him. Your heart was slow. Too slow. His breath hitched, eyes widening as he hugged you tighter. Your blood splattered onto his clothes.

He didn't even know if he could cry anymore, but he wanted to sob. For the first time since his experimentation, he felt unbearable anguish. His chest hurt, as if it had been him stabbed instead of you. As if he was bleeding out, instead of you.

And Sebastian wished it was him instead of you.

Sebastian lost himself a long time ago. He wasn't sure if he could bear losing you, too. Not when you were the one thing that made life down here enjoyable. Not when you were his reason for living.

Not when you were everything to him.

He curled into himself, wrapping his whole body around you as if that would somehow protect you. Yet, how could he protect you when he could not even arrive in time? When he let you leave? When he could feel your heart stop? He buried his head into your hair, your beautiful, beautiful hair—

Your hair dampened. Seems he could still cry after all.

[donutz]

Hey!

So I have an idea for Sebs.. what if you did (assuming you do small fics or Headcannons) Sebs feeling really down for whatever reason (could be because of his past n how he got experimented on and stuff) and he could be having nightmares or stuff and g/n reader tries to comfort him??

Sebastian getting comforted headcanons

Sebastian's jumpy and outbursting behavior doesn't go uncomforted!

— Spooky Urbanshade nightmares😱😱 Also don't worry, I LOVE doing headcanons😛

Warnings: Nightmares; Outbursts; 'Bad' words☹️; Sebastian knows Reader, they are very acquainted with each other; Very big trust between Reader and Sebastian, like A LOT; This is like a mix of headcanons and a fic; Crying; Headcanons for Z-13 and Sebastian

Visiting Sebastian once again, you get greeted with silence. You stood up dusting off your knees.

“Uhh, you good”?

He snaps out of his thoughts, unnoticeably flinching. To other people it would be hard to notice, but you did. Your eyebrows rose at that.

 “Uhm yes— My name is Sebastian”.

“... Yea I know”.

Sebastian realizes that it was you! Not some other prisoner. Oops.

“O-Oh! It’s you”...

“Mhm”.

That encounter kind of put you on the edge. Being more aware of Sebastian, especially how he’s feeling. He was very jumpy. At times seeming even pissed that you came to see him.

Before the negative behavior, he cracked jokes every time he knew you were there. Sometimes even sending over flirty(sounding) comments.

He seems out of it.

The more times he visited, the more hints he gave you that something was going on. His stutters, him grabbing his clothing or hair, staring off into oblivion.

Maybe you should talk to him. Or get him to open up. Does he even trust you that much?

Talk to him.

TALK to him.

TALK TO HIM.

“Hey Sebastian”?

Again, snapping out of his daze, he sweeps away a part of his side bangs. His two upper hands cupping each other, sweating? His other hand gripped the bottom of his jacket.

“Uh— Yes”..?

.

.

.

“Are you okay”?

Sebastian’s right claw grips his left claw even harder. His right claw scratched the backside of his left, leaving beads of blood to slowly appear.

His body stiffs, biting his inner lip. Eyes widening. A light shiver.

Silence.

A scowl grows on his face, looking away from you.

“Yes I’m just fine”.

He looks down, noticing his bleeding left claw.

He blinks rapidly, physically taken aback by what he’d done to his hand. He coughs into his arm from shock. He didn’t even notice.

… Do you really affect him that much?

He’s used to feel hurt, pain. Not comfort.

He hasn’t felt that in a long time. Comfort. From a human.

Looking back at his hand, he shakes. Shaky gasps, a shaking body, and shocking thoughts.

Don’t shake. Not in front of a human.

Don’t—

Don’t do that.

Don’t say it.

“Actually I’m—” Sigh

…

“I’m not okay”.

Z-13

He’s very surprised and somewhat disappointed in himself that he could trust a human this much

It takes 5 minutes of sitting in silence for him to open up

Just a test… Yes just a test to see if you’ll stay

That you won’t leave.

…

When he starts to speak, it comes out shaky, as if he wants to cry, you’ll have to get him to REALLY open up if you want that

It’s hard to express your feelings, especially when you’re so traumatized

He wouldn’t initiate physical affection first, you’d have to

He doesn’t want to seem weak

Right?

Opening up, he talks about these nightmares, remembering the feeling of those experiments

The shots, not of anesthesia, of DNA.

He needed to be awake during it all.

He’s surprised he was even alive after.

The painful days of morphing, the extra eye, his bulb, it all hurt.

Okay okay I’ll try to tone it down.

Instead of crying(In front of you) he throws his head into his hands, his third arm resting on the connected piece of his tail and his torso

You can hear his little gasps, and eventually gently hold his claws, slowly separating them from his face

He’s still looking down

You look down too, seeing his tears laying on his scales.

Looking back at him, you reassure—

“You can cry in front of me Sebastian, it’s okay”.

Placing his claws on his tail, you open up your arms.

“You want a hug”?

He looks back up at you letting out a lightly audible gasp, quickly pulling you into a hug, his claws nearly the size of your torso

‘Oh wow’.

He crosses claws over, so his arms are right up against your back. With his head laying on your shoulder.

He didn’t even know he could cry anymore.

Or sweat.

… Maybe he’s still a human?

You hug him back of course, your arms going under his top ones, rubbing his back.

He wraps his tail around the both of you, pulling you closer, letting you feel his cold breath.

After a few minutes you slowly sit down, because of his weight and having to stand up.

Sebastian slowly lets go, catching you off guard.

“Oh you don’t have to let go! We can—”

“No it’s fine, I actually just don’t want a hug anymore”.

“Oh”

“And my back hurts so yeah”.

He continues to talk about the pain, trauma, with his hands rubbing against each other

His palms are sweaty, somehow

You notice the blood on the back of his hand, and act out while listening. You take a medkit you bought while nodding, saying that you’re hearing his words.

He pauses.

“You— You’re gonna—”

“Heal you? Yeah, I’m still listening though”.

He continues to speak, really hoping that you’re actually listening

By the end of ‘spilling out his feelings’, his hand is bandaged, twinning with his third arm

A weight is off his back and he feels relieved

He really appreciates your comforting words, even the ones that weren’t comfort and showing that you were listening

He thinks it’s a miracle that he could’ve ever met a human like you

You’re special in his eyes

He might tear up again, not full on cry, but just dripping tears down his face

You’ll probably both end up sleeping on top of each other, somehow your gear not detonating, maybe it’s because of that scrambler on his back

Sebastian Solace

You wake up in the middle of the night, seeing Sebastian right across you.

He’s sweating, a lot.

You raise an eyebrow, wondering how he’s so sweaty.

Sebastian wakes up abruptly from your light tap, using his arms to pick himself up, scaring the hell out of you.

“AH”!

You flinch, really hard. It’s silent until you break it.

“You good?” You laugh

After realizing that nothing is going on, he lets his face fall back into his pillow while his arms go limp.

“Yeah,” He groans

…

“No, not really”.

You manage to soften him up a bit, to where he’s sitting in your lap, taller or not he’s still sitting there(He's 5'10)

He rests his head on top of yours, sighing

“You wanna talk now”?

“... Yeah”.

He speaks his mind, talking about having these dreams of being experimented on

But in very vague detail, as if this has happened

Or going to happen.

“And it scares me.. W- What if it actually happens”?!

“If you got framed for murder then I would become your own personal lawyer”.

“I’M SERIOUS”!

“So am I. If it happens I will search for you until the end of time, Solace”.

He looks at you, backing up from you, adjusting himself so he could directly look at you

How did he get so lucky

He hugs you as you lightly rock him side to side

“... I’m not a baby y’know”.

“Yea but I would think you’d want to be babied, Sebastian”.

You felt him get physically hotter from that

After a good 5-10 minutes of rocking, you hear small snores, saying that he’s asleep

You also feel small wet spots on your shoulder, damn, this really affected him huh?

You both laid back down, moving onto your sides as he cuddles up into your chest

He’s never really done this before

On nights like this he feels pretty vulnerable, and would really appreciate being the small spoon

But will NOT tell anybody

Not like he could

Small circles being rubbed on his back, sweet words, a few kisses and you got him wrapped around your finger

He likes to listen to your heartbeat, it shows that you’re alive, and a person

He can be really soft

ONLY at home

Now his nightmares are like losing you or something

A nice shower the morning after would be nice

I’d like to think that Sebastian isn’t really 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂, so he’s pretty chill and just hugging you from behind, his head on your shoulder

Of course, his lower half having some space from your bottom

“You want me to wash you too”? You joke

“... That wouldn’t be that bad actually." He 'jokes'.

He probably enjoys bath bombs, but doesn’t want to get in them

It might dye his weiner or something

He’d want to stay in bed the whole morning

By the way, Sebastian canonly has this big scar across his face, over his nose, just wanted to tell you

I hope I didn't make him seem like an uwu boi that needs protection☹️

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

HIII I LOVE YOUR SEB X READER FIGHTING OVER THE BLACKLIGHT and wanted to request smth similar to it? Mutant!reader still, ( maybe the same as the other fic) who helps the Expendable(s)/MC much more than sebs when explaining how each monsters works (giving more info than sebs) and sebs getting annoyed by it? especially if mutant!reader sort of roams alongside with then expendable(s) and is seen chatting with them (bc maybe mutant reader misses being human?) until sebs pulls reader away to complain abt it (how reader shldnt be so relaxed in this situation)

Aw thank you! I'm happy you liked that one ^^

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"So you keep dying to creatures that are classified as an Angler, but none of them are the Angler itself, and he just...refuses to tell you how to avoid them?"

"Um, yeah..pretty much. The file said they were only discovered after the lockdown, so maybe he doesn't know-"

"Oh, he knows damn well how they behave. He's just lazy and expects you to figure it out on your own. Which one got you last time?"

The expendable abruptly stopped in their tracks, trying to recount their most recent untimely demise, while you--one of Urbanshade's mutant experiments--waited for them to gather their thoughts.

You two were just casually walking down one of the blacksite's long corridors....or rather, they were walking and you were slithering.

The only reason they were still alive and didn't have their gear detonated was all thanks to your own little scrambling machine. It was attached to your belt, being a lot easier to carry compared to that massive thing Sebastian lugged around.

You were lucky to find them during the chaotic lockdown, and now you were able to chat with expendables without worrying about HQ finding you and/or killing them for talking to you.

Even though you hated Urbanshade for turning you into this creature, you couldn't hate the folks who were just trying to earn their freedom. You knew nothing of why they were even here in the first place--and quite frankly you didn't care to know. There's no point to it.

You were once a sociable human being, and this was how you could still pretend you were.

Of course, that proved difficult as many expendables would rather run, use the flash beacon, or hide in the nearest locker whenever you showed your face. But you reassured them you mean no harm and just wanted to talk.

After overhearing a few grumble about Sebastian treating them like idiots due to their recent deaths (especially with Wall Dwellers), you took it upon yourself to give them better advice.

Advice that would actually stick with them.

While the documents mostly explained the monsters' behaviors clearly, information on the Angler's variants was severely lacking. That was understandable and something you were more than happy to elaborate on should they ask.

"Oh, I remember now...it was some big..creepy frog thing. It had a lot of teeth."

"Ah, that's Froger. She's different, alright. And a smart girl at that." You chuckled. "I've been watching her movements for a while. Wanna know a secret?"

"Sure...do I need to pay you data or..?"

"No. I don't need that stuff."

"Oh..okay."

"Anyways, you know how frogs like to hop around? Well, she does something similar. She'll pass you by, and then do another sweep of the room because she knows you're there. Then after awhile she'll hop back to wherever you are to catch you off guard. Does that make sense?"

"That...actually does. I did get caught off guard the third time because I thought she was gone. Um..thank you." They smiled a little bit.

"Of course. All you need to do is make sure she passes you thrice, and you'll get to keep your pretty little head." With a tiny smile, you patted the top of their head for encouragement. "Now I have business to attend to. I can't chat for too long, or else-"

"I think you've chatted with them long enough, [y/n]."

Blinking, you saw Sebastian pop his head out through a nearby vent, frowning at you.

"Ah. Why hello, Sebastian." You smiled innocently, tilting your head.

"We have a erm..business meeting, remember?" His eyes shifted to the expendable, who seemed utterly bewildered at his presence outside the shop. "If you'll excuse us."

"Yes, please excuse us...and don't let my advice go to waste!" You hummed, bidding them farewell before following Sebastian into the vent, making sure it closed behind you.

For a few moments more, they stood there in silence.

Until the lights in the room flickered and made them dash to the nearest possible hiding spot.

And of course...it was Froger.

.........

"That's my job, you know."

"Well you kinda suck at it." Flicking your tail, you climbed onto the stack of crates within Sebastian's shop, smirking up at your fellow fish monster. "If you're tired of meeting them in the same place when they die, at least give them better advice."

He just turned to face you, looking almost offended.

"You think Urbanshade is paying me to spoon-feed their expendables every tiny detail?! Should I start making Powerpoints for every damn thing that crawls their way?!" He spat.

"..all I'm saying is that calling them "morons" and "idiots" isn't going to help them get very far."

"And chatting them up isn't going to help us get very far, either." With a small huff, he slithered over to a desk cluttered with documents and other assets previous expendables have delivered to him, sifting through the piles. "We can't let them reach the crystal. Not yet. We need more time."

"Ugh, how much more time do we possibly need?" Taking a small DNA vial, you examined it closely between your fingers, admiring its blue glow. "I can only be your little scavenger fish for so long. This place is bound to run out of data. I say let 'em take the crystal, and while everyone at Urbanshade is distracted by that-"

"Jeez that sounds like a GREAT plan...FOR GETTING US KILLED!!" He snarled, swiping the glass vial from your hands. "And be careful with this! It could shatter and explode all over my wares! And I'll be making you pay for them!"

Normally, his anger would scare even the toughest expendable, but you weren't fazed in the slightest and just chuckled. "Woah, no need to get your fins in a twist, Sebby. I was only kidding."

"See? That's exactly your problem...you're too relaxed over all of this." He gently set the glass vial down like it was a baby deep sea bunny. "Those prisoners aren't our buddies, you know."

"I'm not trying to make friends with any of them. I'd just like to see them live a bit longer. It's interesting to hear about their experiences. Plus, they're willing to fork over any data they might have on 'em. So I'm completely focused on our mission."

"Still, we're trying to get out of this place before they terminate the Expendable Protocol. And that means getting out of here before anyone reaches the crystal-"

"And we will. I promise they won't get any closer just because I told them how to evade that dumb frog." You huffed, slithering off the crates and grabbing the nearby lantern. "I'll go pay Painter a visit. See what data he's gathered so far. You mind if I borrow this?"

"...why would I care?"

"Huh..impressive."

"What?"

"Oh nothing. I'm just glad we've moved past fighting over blacklights like toys." You grinned cheekily.

Sebastian's eye twitched. "I wish you'd stop reminding me of that.."

"Well you gave me the marks. So it's hard to forget." You chuckled, crawling into the vent and making your way to the heavy containment sector.

'They're probably gonna go chat up some other expendable.' He thought, annoyed as he went back to organizing his wares.

"Heads up."

"Who said tha---OH SHIT!!"

His ear fins perked up at the distant sounds of your shouting, which was quickly followed by a loud static buzz and a red light that he noticed sweeping through the adjacent room.

Seconds after that, your head popped back through the vent, your expression bewildered. "SEBASTIAN WHO THE HELL WAS THAT?!!"

"Oh? I thought you knew everybody here." He snickered. "He's just another acquaintance. Don't worry. You probably won't see him again."

"...I better not. Bye."

"Bye~"

[pretzel-box]

Hi! Hello! How are you doing? I hope you're having a great day. This is the first time I requested something so pls bare with me. So I really like the swap!Sebastian and swap!/payment received reader, so can I request a second part where Sebastian bought readers file and maybe some fluff and comfort, that'd be soooo cute and what comes next is up to you.

Anyways thanks for taking your time in reading this and it's also okay if you ignore this😊😊😊

Tags: Comfort, Fluff, Reverse AU, gn! experiment reader & human sebastian, sequel to previous chapter

Words: 1,1k

Authors Note: Since the story progresses differently, I tried to at least write the fluff and comfort part after Seb saw the tapes!

Sebastian’s breath hitched as he tried to steady himself, his heart racing and his mind a chaotic mess of thoughts. He hadn’t expected to break down like this, not here, not in front of you. He had always prided himself on being composed, on having a plan. But those tapes… the sight of what you had gone through—the screams, the agony, the helplessness—it had torn through him like a knife. He didn’t know how to cope with the knowledge of your suffering, and now, here you were, laughing so freely, so blissfully unaware of the turmoil in his heart.

“Ah, there you are!” Your cheerful voice had greeted him when he walked into the shop, his eyes still red and puffy from the tears he had tried to hold back. Your smile was so genuine, so full of light, and it only made the ache in his chest worse. He wanted to protect that light, to shield you from any more pain, but he didn’t know how.

“Look!” You said, holding up the recorder with a playful grin. “I recorded a wall dweller getting hit by Pandemonium. It got squished like a fly.” You played the clip for him like it was some kind of small victory, a moment of dark humor to lighten the mood. But Sebastian couldn’t focus on the video. He could only see you—the real you—behind the cheerful facade.

He felt a lump form in his throat, his eyes welling up with tears again. You noticed the shift in his expression, the way his face crumpled with a pain you couldn’t quite understand. “God, Sebastian,” you teased gently, though your voice was tinged with concern. “Don’t tell me you’re getting emotional over a wall dweller.”

Sebastian didn’t respond. He just stood there, tears streaming down his cheeks in silent waves. The shame of his breakdown mixed with the overwhelming sadness he felt for you, for everything you’d endured, for every piece of you that had been broken and put back together. He hated that he couldn’t control this, that he couldn’t stop crying in front of you. He felt so raw, so exposed.

You blinked, your teasing smile fading as you realized this wasn’t just some passing moment of sentiment. You stepped closer, your expression softening as you took in the sight of him—Sebastian, your normally composed and snarky companion, now reduced to tears.

Without a word, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a comforting embrace. His body stiffened at first, but then he melted into your touch, his head resting against your shoulder as he let out a shaky breath. You held him close, your hand stroking the back of his head, fingers tangling gently in his hair. The other hand moved up and down his back, soothing him with gentle, rhythmic movements.

“It’s okay, Solace,” you whispered softly, your voice a calming melody against the storm raging in his mind. “The wall dweller is at a better place.”

Sebastian let out a choked laugh, a mix of a sob and a chuckle, shaking his head against your shoulder. “It’s… it’s not about the damn wall dweller,” he muttered, his voice thick with emotion. “It’s… it’s you.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, pulling back slightly to look at him. “Me?” you asked, searching his tear-filled eyes for answers. “What about me?”

He took a deep, shaky breath, trying to steady himself enough to speak. “I saw the tapes,” he admitted quietly, his voice breaking on the last word. “I saw… what they did to you. What you went through.”

Your eyes widened in surprise, your grip on him tightening instinctively. “Sebastian…” you whispered, your voice softening with understanding. “You… you saw those?”

He nodded, tears spilling down his cheeks again. “I’m so sorry,” he choked out. “I’m so sorry for everything they did to you. I just… I don’t know how you’re still standing here, smiling like that.”

You felt a pang in your chest, a mix of sorrow and affection for the man in front of you. You knew the tapes were horrifying—brutal, even—but you had long since come to terms with your past. It was a part of you, yes, but it didn’t define you. Not anymore.

You cupped his face gently, wiping away his tears with your thumbs. “Hey,” you said softly, your voice a soothing balm to his frayed nerves. “I’m okay, Sebastian. I’m still here. I’m still… me.”

He looked at you with such a mix of awe and disbelief, his heart aching with every beat. “But how?” he whispered. “How can you just… move on from something like that?”

You gave him a small, knowing smile. “Because I have to,” you replied simply. “Because if I let it define me, if I let it break me, then they win. And I refuse to let them have that power over me.”

Sebastian stared at you, his heart swelling with a mixture of admiration and love. He had always been drawn to you, always found himself captivated by your spirit, your strength. But now, more than ever, he realized just how much you meant to him—how much he needed you in his life.

He pulled you closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he let out a shuddering breath. “I’m so sorry,” he repeated, his voice muffled against your skin. “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you from that.”

You smiled softly, your hand continuing to stroke his hair. “You’re protecting me now,” you whispered. “That’s what matters.”

You felt him nod against your shoulder, his arms wrapping around you tighter as if afraid to let go. And in that moment, you knew that no matter what had happened in the past, no matter what horrors you’d both faced, you would face them together. And together, you would heal.

As the two of you stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, a small, playful smile tugged at your lips. “Besides,” you added, your tone teasing, “I bet that wall dweller’s in wall heaven now, with all his little wall dweller friends. Don’t you think?”

Sebastian let out a watery laugh, pulling back to look at you with a mix of exasperation and affection. “You’re impossible,” he muttered, a small smile breaking through his tears.

“And yet,” you said, grinning up at him, “you’re still here.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle, his heart feeling a little lighter, a little more whole. “Yeah,” he admitted softly. “I am.”

And as you stood there together, holding each other close, you knew that even after Sebastian saw the tapes, he would be alright. Just like you are.

[bestalbertcamuslover]

"if the sex was half as good as the conversation was, soon they'd be pushin' strollers"

↳ Masterlist

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✯ pairing:  Sebastian Vettel x GF! Reader ✯

✯ content warnings: none ✯

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She knew this moment would eventually come. He had suggested going back to his place for a drink after yet another wonderful date, and it was clear what that implied. Under different circumstances, she would have been more than eager—but instead, she felt terrified. Not of the act itself, but of whether she was any good at it.

Only a few months ago, she had been dating a friend of a friend. He was smart, handsome, and, more importantly, interesting—very interesting. Their dates were filled with amazing conversations, but when it came to the intimate part, he thought otherwise—and he was very vocal about it. That became the dealbreaker, and it planted a deep seed of insecurity in her.

Her chest rose and fell in sync with her breath, still catching up to reality, still trying to piece together the sensations coursing through her body. She felt warm, her skin sensitive, her limbs pleasantly heavy. And yet, beneath all of it, a quiet voice in the back of her mind whispered doubts she had tried so hard to ignore.

Sebastian lay beside her, his arm lazily draped over her waist, fingers tracing absentminded patterns on her bare hip. He looked utterly at ease—relaxed, content, and maybe just a little smug in that effortless way he had.

She turned her head toward him, studying him in the dim light. The mess of his hair, the slope of his nose, the way his lips still looked slightly swollen—it was all so effortless, so natural. He looked like someone who had absolutely no doubts. Meanwhile, she felt like she was buzzing with them.

Sebastian must have sensed her gaze because, after a moment, his hand stilled, and he cracked one eye open. “What’s that look for?” His voice was low, laced with curiosity and a hint of amusement.

She blinked, feigning innocence. “What look?”

His lips twitched. “The one you’re giving me right now.” He chuckled lightly, shifting slightly so that he could look at her more directly. “Like you're looking for something,” he replied, his fingers still tracing light patterns against her skin. “Or like you're expecting something.”

“Maybe some comments on what just happened,” she grinned, trying to sound as if she was joking, but she really wanted to hear what he thought about it.

Sebastian's expression softened, and he shifted so that he was propped up on one elbow, facing her. “Comments?” he replied, raising an eyebrow. “What kind of comments?” His fingers were still moving over her skin, gently tracing the curves of her waist and hips. “You want me to rate the experience on a scale of one to ten or something?” he teased, a small smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

She chuckled slightly. “Perhaps.”

Sebastian's smirk widened slightly at her response, and he chuckled as well. “Well, in that case,” he said, his free hand coming up to trail lightly up her arm, “I'd give it a solid nine. Maybe even a nine-point-five.” He paused for a moment before adding, “But I do have one complaint.”

“What is it?” She asked, expecting the worst.

He leaned in closer as he replied, “I think you should have said my name louder.” He winked, a wicked grin plastered on his face. “I mean, I know I was pretty great, but I want everyone on the entire top floor to know it too.”

Her soft chuckle in response to his words made him smile. Yet, she still looked unconvinced—doubtful and worried, as if someone were whispering contradictions into her ear through a hidden earpiece.

Sebastian's expression turned slightly more serious, and he gently cupped her face in his hand, his thumb rubbing over her cheek. “Why do you seem so... uncertain about this?” he asked, his voice gentle. “It's like you're waiting for me to tell you that it wasn't good, or that you weren't good.”

“It's literally nothing, I was just wondering whether, um, you liked it,” she replied as lightly as possible, “since it is our first time.”

Sebastian paused, his hand stilling on her waist as he processed your words. He frowned slightly, tilting his head to get a better look at her face, hoping to glean some hint of your true feelings.

“Of course I liked it,” he said, his voice soft. “Why would you think I didn’t?”

“I don't know,” she said again with feigned casualness, “some couples just don't have bed chem” she explained, and despite the pretended nonchalance, it was clear that there was some sort of personal experience, insecurity, and vulnerability behind it.

Sebastian caught the not-so-subtle note of vulnerability, the hint of dread behind her words, and it broke his heart a little. He could tell there was more to this than just a casual, passing comment. And he knew her well enough to know that when she was hurt—really hurt—she tended to try and downplay it, brush it off like it was nothing.

He moved closer to her, his arm resting possessively over her waist. His next words were quiet, sincere. “Did… someone ever say that to you?”

“I said some couples, not that it had happened to me,” she replied softly, avoiding his gaze more than once.

He moved even closer, his body pressing against hers. His touch was light, his fingers tracing the outline of her jawline. “I know you’re lying,” he murmured, his voice filled with a soft mixture of concern and gentle reproach. “Don’t try to pull that with me.”

“Okay, yeah, maybe is based on a personal experience,” she admitted softly.

He let out a slow exhalation, his thumb stroking her cheek gently. He could see the vulnerability in her eyes, could feel the weight of those experiences hanging over her.

“You don’t have to hide it, you know,” he said softly. “I want you to be able to talk to me about things. Especially hard things.” He tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

“Well, maybe I’m a little insecure about it because my ex said—and I’m quoting word for word—‘if the sex was half as good as the conversation, we’d soon be pushin’ strollers.’ But, yeah, then, it was over,” she admitted, trying to say it as lightly as possible, as if it didn’t affect her much.

“You’re joking.”

“I’m not.”

His hand slid to her cheek, tilting her face toward him, his eyes scanning hers like he needed to confirm that she was really being serious.

“Well,” he said, voice firm but teasing, “either your ex had absolutely no idea what he was doing, or he was just trying to make himself feel better.”

She huffed a small laugh. “Seb—”

“No, really,” he insisted, shaking his head, his lips curving into a slow, incredulous grin. “Because if that was you being bad at it, then I’m terrified of what happens when you decide to be good at it.”

She laughed slightly then, genuinely, and his grip on her tightened as he pressed a kiss to her temple. “You were incredible,” he murmured, his lips moving down to her jaw, then her neck. “And if you ever need more proof…” He smirked against her skin. “I’d be happy to demonstrate again.”

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✯ authors note: This is very random lol

English is not my first language and I hope you liked it <3

[ddaelie]

I don't know if any of you have come across such videos on TikTok, but my dream is a fanfic about faceless driver Charles (and Max, the only person outside the Ferrari team who knew who was hiding under the helmet)

Maybe smth like this:

At the end of 2018, the Ferrari team shook the motorsport world with an announcement:

«Sebastian Vettel's new teammate would not reveal their identity»

No name, no age, no nickname, not even a voice. Only their racing number. Number 16. The FIA approved this experiment, largely because they wanted to draw more attention to the sport, but Ferrari had no reason to refuse this opportunity. A driver hidden behind a helmet entered the world of Formula 1, shrouded in mystery.

From the very first race in Australia, the media could not stop speculating. Some believed it was a legendary driver returning under a pseudonym, while others thought Ferrari was shielding a rookie from media pressure. But as soon as the race began, it became clear: Number 16 was not just ordinary driver. He was a force of nature. He sliced through the field with precision, battled wheel-to-wheel with the sport's biggest names, and carried himself with a composure beyond his years.

With every race, his legend grew. He never spoke to the press, never removed his helmet in public, yet every overtake and every victory spoke louder than words. His first podium came at Silverstone.

His first win, a masterclass performance in Monza, sent the Tifosi into a frenzy. By the end of the season, he had five wins to his name, proving he was no fluke. But it wasn't always smooth sailing-mechanical failures cost him dearly. His car shut down in Singapore due to an electrical failure, and an engine blowout in Japan robbed him of a surefire podium. Still, every setback only added to the legend, making his triumphs all the more thrilling.

Yet, while the entire paddock scrambled to figure out who was behind the helmet, one person seemed completely unfazed-Max Verstappen. While others speculated, Max just smirked.

Then came the final race of the season: the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix. Number 16 started from pole and dominated, clinching his fifth victory of the year.

Standing atop the podium, the driver finally reached for his helmet. The grandstands roared, cameras zoomed in, the world held its breath. This was the moment everyone had been waiting for.

Slowly, deliberately, he lifted it off.

Silence. Then shock.

Charles Leclerc.

After his dominant Formula 2 season, rumors swirled that Charles Leclerc had become a development driver for Ferrari. Articles were written about his potential, his raw speed, and the likelihood of him securing an F1 seat in the future. But no one-no journalist, no fan, not even those within the paddock-could have imagined that he would be the faceless driver behind the wheel of car number 16.

The paddock was stunned. Sebastian Vettel clapped, Toto Wolff shook his head in disbelief, journalists scrambled to rewrite their headlines. But amid the chaos, one person simply grinned.

"Good to see you again, Charlie," Max said.

Charles turned, arching an eyebrow.

"Since when did you know?" he asked.

"I had my suspicions in Australia. By Bahrain, I was sure."

"When I pushed you off the track?" Charles smirked.

Max chuckled. "It was just an inchident," He leaned in slightly. "There's only one driver in the world who could make me hate and enjoy racing at the same time. And he is standing right in front of me. I always thought that if I would make it to F1, you would also make it."

Charles flashed a wide smile.

"Well, I couldn't just leave you here to get bored on your own," Charles grinned.

Max nodded, a rare warmth in his voice. "Yeah... It's really good to see you here."

[concretejunglefm]

I'm not ready to let you forget me (part 2).

*edit credit goes to the lovely @defuckingthrone-dot-com

You told your friends you want me dead And said that I did everythin' wrong And you're not wrong

An anon request for lovers to enemies ->playlist, part 1, part 2 , part 3, part 4, part 5

Summary: It’s been two years since Noah cheated on you, abruptly ending your relationship. However, the universe seems to have a peculiar sense of humor in its plan to reunite you.

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x reader.

CW: none really. Mentions of cheating, Noah can be an overall asshole and a tad bit of angst.

WC: 3.2k

Dividers: Silent-stories.

It's a Friday night, in Vegas no less, and instead of being out on the strip, Sloan has dragged you to the hotel bar.

"Is there a reason for why we're in here and not out on the strip right now?"

"Because, the night is young and there are plenty of hot people here for you to mingle with." She says, nudging your hip. You look out at the sea of people and make a face, using your glass to hide it from Sloan's view while taking a sip of your drink, as you make your way through them from the bar to a booth. 

You hadn't come here seeking a hookup, instead, you wanted a chance to clear your head. However, that had become impossible since the reason for your mental turmoil was now occupying the room next door.

You fall into the booth with a huff, moving over for Sloan to scoot in beside you as she leans in closer to speak to you over the music.

"You know what they say, to get over someone you need to—"

"Don't you dare say get under somebody else."

"Guy or girl, either will do." Sloan shrugs.

Sadly your experiences with women ended just as tragically as they did with men.

"Have you ever noticed how hot Jolly is?"

Sloan's unsolicited comment about Noah's bandmate and friend draws your attention as you follow her gaze and witness five familiar faces entering the bar. It doesn't surprise you and yet now you wish that you were anywhere but here.

"No, I can't say that I have." You're hopeful she catches the disinterest in your tone.

"Oh come on, look at him. Those tattoos, that long hair, the accent! God he's dreamy." She says, bringing her straw to her lips, taking a sip of her drink. "I bet he's a charmer too, a real gentleman."

"Are you really gushing over him right now?"

"A girl can look, can't she?" She briefly glances at you before returning her gaze to Jolly, who stands at the bar with his friends. "Besides, there's something about his age that really ignites my daddy issues."

"Okay, I think you've had enough of this." You reach for her glass, pulling the mixed cocktail away from her.

"I wonder if he likes to be called daddy."

"Please don't." You grimace at the thought.

Your mind had been plagued by what ifs when it came to Noah and his ex. The last thing you needed was to imagine any scenario involving his bandmate and his preferences in the bedroom.

"I'm going to ask him." She declares, shuffling herself to the edge of the booth.

"Sloan!"

"What? I told you, you need to go find someone to help you get over Noah and I need someone to just get my leg over." She laughs and you roll your eyes.

She's like a cat in heat when she finds someone she's interested in. You just wish it weren't someone so closely connected to Noah, and that she wouldn't abandon you right now to pursue them.

You watch her approach Jolly from across the bar, following her usual routine of leaning against him, brushing herself closer, and whispering something in his ear. Almost like clockwork, he finishes his glass of brown liquor and slips off with her.

She's too predictable.

For a fleeting moment, your eyes meet Noah's as you scan the bar. He notices your gaze and raises his glass in a toast. You decide to ignore it, downing your drink and the remaining contents of Sloan's before slipping out of the booth to head to your room for the night, maybe you'll even order room service.

Hopefully tomorrow will have a better start to it.

"He has got to be fucking kidding me." You grumble under your breath, huffing as you roll over and pull your pillow over your head to muffle out the sound currently coming through the wall you share with Noah.

Between the rhythmic banging against the wall and the high-pitched moans you keep hearing, it's safe to assume he isn't alone in there. If his intention had been to annoy you, unfortunately, it was working. You assume it's just another one of his many tactics to get under your skin.

So far, this weekend has been anything but peaceful, and you're starting to regret coming.

Even the tv does little to drown out the noise that is coming through the wall your bed is against.

Eventually, the noise all becomes too much and you find yourself throwing the covers off, drag yourself out of bed with a hefty sigh, deciding to confront the matter at hand and potentially tell him to shut the fuck up.

Rapidly knocking on Noah's hotel room door, you huff and the moment he opens it, you're met with him shirtless, wearing only his boxers. His chest glistens with what could easily be sweat or maybe water. From the sounds you'd heard coming through the wall from his room, you guess it to be the first, especially when you hear the heaviness in his breath.

"Oh hey, we're not being too loud are we?"

Your eyes narrow on him. You hadn't even spoken a word for why you were here, but he had already apparently figured out your reasoning.

"If you're entertaining guests, do you mind keeping it down?" You attempt to peer behind him and into the room, Noah purposely moving his larger frame to block you.

"Sorry. Had no idea we were being that loud." There's a smug grin on his face and what you wouldn't give to slap it off him.

It's two in the morning and perhaps for Vegas that is still early, but for you it's the middle of the night.

"Of course not. So, what unfortunate girl did you manage to convince to come home with you this time, huh?" Crossing your arms over your chest, you raise an eyebrow.

You have no genuine reason or explanation for asking him this, as if you genuinely care to know. Besides, the room has now fallen silent, compared to the incessant noise you were hearing through the wall just moments ago.

"Well…" Rubbing his hand against the back of his neck, a sheepish expression crosses his face, which causes your own brow to furrow.

Then his words are cut off by the sound of a familiar giggle, your eyes widening as you hear the stretched out sound of his name from a voice which turns your blood cold. "Noooowah."

"No, wait! I can explain!" Noah reaches for you as you quickly turn back in the direction of your room, almost catching his fingers in the door when it slams shut behind you.

You spend the rest of the night tossing and turning, the sound of Noah's ex's voice playing on repeat in your head after hearing it come from his room. You more so hate the fact that you're allowing it to bother you at all, but the look on his face had almost screamed guilt to you.

What you hate even more is indulging in a Google search, which inevitably leads you down a rabbit hole, revealing that his ex-girlfriend will indeed be present at the festival they're scheduled to perform at on Sunday.

By morning, you're grumpy and sleep-deprived, but the thought of staying in the room next to them for any longer becomes increasingly irritating. With a heavy sigh, you drag yourself out of bed, quickly showering and changing. Instead of wallowing in self-pity, you decide to explore the hotel and send Sloan a text, informing her of your plans.

"Excuse me?" You look up, only to find yourself once again face to face with the same asshole front man you've been trying to avoid.

It's been an hour of peace this morning and somehow, even in a busy hotel, he still manages to cross paths with you.

"What?" You say through gritted teeth, before you realize that the voice hasn't come from him.

It had been feminine and soft, coming from a young girl who stood nearby, with two of her friends.

"I'm sorry. I was wondering if you would mind taking a photo for us? We're such huge fans of him and..."

You don't need to hear the same old drivel. 

Huge fans, their first time meeting him, would love a group photo, yada yada yada. It wasn't your first time standing on the sidelines and becoming an unofficial photographer for him and the fans who spotted him while he was out.

Catching sight of Noah's face, you see him raising his brows as if to express his silent shame regarding your rudeness directed at the young girl.

"Of course she wouldn't mind." He quickly interjects before you have a moment to register and refuse, forcing a smile as you take her phone from her.

"I'd be delighted." It was a lie, but you could hardly say no now. You'd already been an asshole once.

Lifting the phone, you glance at them through the screen before calling out. "Say cheese." They all comply in unison, the girls striking poses and huddling close to their idol, while Noah raises his signature peace sign.

As soon as you return the phone, Noah has already slipped away and headed back towards his group bandmates, who are eagerly waiting for him.

"Asshole." you mutter to yourself, only to overhear the girls as they begin examining their photo and giggling among themselves.

"Do you think he's single?" One asks.

"I hope so. I might try and shoot my shot with him if he is." Another responds, and you roll your eyes before casting a quick glance behind them, back in Noah's direction as you speak, making sure your voice is loud enough for him to potentially hear.

"I heard he ghosts girls once he gets bored of them." You look back towards the group of girls after catching Noah's head turning slightly in your direction.

"Then I'd just have to make sure he didn't get bored of me." The first girl responds.

"Good luck with that." You throw out a fake smile, catching Noah and his group of friends walking back in your direction. "Just make sure to get yourself tested if you're stupid enough to become one of his groupies." 

As Noah passes by, you turn your full attention to him, speaking more to him than to the girls you're warning. "You never know where he's been."

"There you are!" You hear Sloan before she slips her arm around yours, dragging you away. Leaning in closer, she briefly glances back to the group of girls you had been standing near before asking. "Who are they?"

"Some of Noah's groupies." You make no effort to hide the annoyance in your tone, Sloan catching on and nodding.

"Right. Well, forget about them and Noah."

That had been the plan, you think, but you bite your tongue instead of letting the retort slip, following her lead through the hotel until you reach one of the restaurants serving breakfast.

"I've heard this place is great." She declares, slipping into a booth as you shuffle in on the same side next to her.

"Well after last night I could really do with a sugar rush right now." You reach for the menu, looking over the pancake options.

You pay no mind to the sudden influx of noise behind you, until you hear Sloan's voice. "Hi Jolly."

You whip your head around, almost giving yourself whiplash in the process, and see the table behind you is now occupied with the familiar sight of the Omens, Noah sitting himself on the booth which backs right onto your own.

"Oh, didn't see you there."

"Funny that." You force a grin and turn your attention back onto the menu before hearing him chime up once more.

"What are you thinking of getting? I heard the pancakes are great."

You know the question is directed to you. You can sense his presence, the heat of his gaze hovering just inches away from your shoulder as he scans the menu in your hands. In a sudden burst of energy, you slam it down onto the table, turning your head just enough to be face-to-face with him.

"Do you really have to sit here? A whole restaurant and you choose here."

"It's got the best view." A smug grin breaks out across his face.

"What?" Your voice inches a couple of octaves higher as though ready to scream at him before he draws your attention to a nearby window.

"Of the strip."

As quickly as your blood pressure has risen, it lowers again and you almost feel dizzy from it. 

"I think I'm going to be sick." You mumble, turning yourself back around and leaning forward against the table, holding your head in your hands.

"Late night or something?"

He just doesn't know when to stop. Even worse is his friends don't even make an attempt to stop him or advise him to shut the fuck up.

"Not as late as you." You throw back, lifting your head and briefly glancing over your shoulder. "Besides, it's kind of hard to sleep when your neighbor is making a ruckus all night. What time did your guest slip out last night, hm? You didn't want to invite her for breakfast?"

"Guest?" Folio asks. "We didn't have anyone in our—ow!" He cuts off as you catch Noah jabbing him in the side, furrowing your brow at them.

"What can I say? She's not as high maintenance as most girls."

"By that you mean she's easy."

"Easy to please, easy to leave."

Right at that moment, a server approaches your table, completely disregarding yours and Sloan's, as she attends to the group of guys at the table next to you. 

This makes you what you think is irrationally angry, until you hear Sloan mutter under her breath. "Bitch." 

You have to press your lips together to prevent your laughter from escaping, and then, from behind you, you hear Noah's voice.

"They're with us too." A glance behind reveals him pointing a thumb in your direction.

Once the server has taken your orders, you hear Nicholas speak up, looking over into your booth as he asks. "We were planning on going to a laser tag place this afternoon if you want to come?" 

"No."

"Yes!"

You and Sloan respond in unison, turning to look at one another as you respond with the same answers again.

Forcing a smile, you lean in as you speak under your breath to her so as not to allow any of the guys, particularly Noah who is sitting in the booth which backs against your own, to hear. "I thought this was a girls weekend."

"Are you really going to pass up an opportunity to shoot the man who broke your heart in the chest? Even if it is fake?" She argues and you contemplate it.

You can't deny the idea isn't promising, perhaps even therapeutic.

"Good point." You nod and pull back, turning your head to look over at Nicholas. "Okay, we're in."

Though you don't look, you swear from the corner of your eye, you catch a grin forming on Noah's face.

"I can't believe that you've convinced me to do this." Looking over to Sloan, you shake your head, pulling on the vest for your laser tag session before stepping up to her for help tightening it where needed. 

"Would you rather be back at the hotel in the spa?" She gives you a look and you quickly cave, mumbling a 'no' under your breath.

Unlike Sloan, a spa day was hardly something you found enjoyable. You were more of an active person, and a game of laser tag, where you could potentially shoot your ex multiple times without feeling guilty or causing any harm, provided you with a much-needed form of therapy. 

"Then it's settled. You're all ready." She declares and gives herself a spin for you to admire her new combat laser tag look. "How do I look? Do you think Jolly would like it?"

"I think you could wear a black bag and still pull it off." You laugh, slipping out from the changing area and back into the waiting area. "Did you really hook up with Jolly last night?"

"A girl doesn't kiss and tell." Sloan raises a hand to flip her hair back over her shoulder.

"Please, you've told me, in excruciating detail, might I add, the things that have happened pre first date between you and someone else."

"I don't know what you mean. Some of us are a little more classy than those who will give their ex-boyfriends a quick jerk off in the tour bus bunk."

You scoff, your mouth dropping open. "Jolly told you about that?!"

Stepping up to the counter, you both receive your laser guns and hold yours up in aid of your threat that follows. "He'll be the first on my hit list."

The upside to running around in the dark with only LED lights lighting the way is you have yet to actually run into your ex. The room is big enough to spread out and hide, as well as avoid crossing his path. You almost start to wonder if he's here at all until you literally run into him.

The first thing you do is raise your laser gun to him and shoot before he bursts into laughter. "We're on the same team, you goof."

You look at the target lights on his vest and then the ones on your own, seeing they're in fact both red. "Fuck you." You grumble and attempt to shoot him again, though it causes no damage.

"You really want to shoot me that badly, huh?"

'Oh, you have no idea." Even in the dark your eyes lock dead onto his, feeling nothing but pure anger towards him.

Between his smug attitude this morning and the events you witnessed last night after banging on his door, you were more than prepared to take him down if necessary.

"Listen, about last night." 

You're both standing in the open, exposed to anyone who might still be in the game. Instead of suggesting that you move, you give him the chance to explain himself, especially since you notice movement behind him when you glance over his shoulder. 

"It's not what you think."

"Like I haven't heard that one before, Noah." You scoff, your gaze shifting back to him.

"I'm serious."

"I'm sure you are but unfortunately for you, I don't care." You take a step closer to him, your gun pointed at his chest once more.

"Have you not learnt that you can't do anything with that, yet?" He chortles and you gaze up at him,  a wicked grin crossing your lips. 

"I can't, but he can." You gesture behind his shoulder with a nod, and just as you do, Folio sneaks up behind him, firing his laser and causing him to be ejected from the game.

"How does it feel to be stabbed in the back by someone you thought you could trust?"

You're aware that he understands the metaphor here, that Folio's actions represent his own, and leaving him with a final smug grin, you dash to one of the dimly lit corners of the spacious room to complete the remainder of the round with the few of you who remain.

Although your team technically loses, it feels like a victory for you because it means Noah has lost. Considering his reputation as a sore loser, you find amusement in watching him sulk as you finally exit the laser tag arena.

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Encounter Nihilism

Synopsis: “Just because they don’t have any eyes doesn’t mean they don’t have other senses. Come on, you should know that by now.” Z-13 (Sebastian Solace)

Notes: Not exactly a Sebastian Solace x Reader fic but you can read it as such / read When Light Fades before reading this / Reader deaths, nothing too angsty though / Sebastian being an asshole (and we love him for it) / Experimental deaths + cutting off limbs / Brief angst at the end / may be a tad bit shorter than my usual (it bothers me)

Credits: dividers by @cafekitsune

(Is it obvious this is self indulgent? I really love When Light Fades, super proud of it. I haven’t decided if I’m gonna take this concept and use it for an OC yet, but oh boy, it’s getting strong. Anyway, this fic’s meant to explore more on the reader featured in When Light Fades while also continuing to experiment with Sebastian’s character.)

As you swam to the next door, you hear strange noises coming from the other side. It’s not the Good People, they can’t come into the flooded rooms. It doesn’t sound like an angler either. You continued forward and the next door slid open. Your eyes widened at the sight of the creature on the other side as it looked at you.

Panicked, you try to climb into a locker. You don’t make it in time as you feel its tentacles wrap around your head to crush your diving mask, but that isn’t what kills you. The creature manages to trick the operator behind the PDG by attempting to remove it, causing immediate detonation.

You woke up with a gasp in an all too familiar room.

“I heard that,” Sebastian leans on his hand as his lure flickers on, “What’d you run into this time… Ah,”

You looked down as he slides over the document. An image of the creature you encountered is shown and beside it was another photo that was redacted. Maybe in another death you’ll see what that other photo is.

Nihilism was the codename Urbanshade had given it. A lot of the text within the first page was left redacted, and only a few lines were on the second page were visible.

“If by chance any operative encounters Z-8 within any flooded rooms, it is advised to remain still and turn off any light source currently in possession. Wait for Z-8 to pass.”

That was the only line you were able to read. Sebastian begins to tap his finger against the desk. You sit back and he takes that as the signal you’re done, but it’s not like you read much anyway.

He sighs as he closes the document, “Think of if as Red Light, Green Light. Surely you’ve played that game before,”

“Ugh, this feels worse than Pandemonium…” you groaned, leaning on the table.

“Pretend you’re a corpse floating in the water. That should be pretty easy for you, yeah? I mean, you have died quite a lot,”

“Screw you…”

Upon your next life, you find yourself in the trench tunnels about 20 doors in. It was an area in Hadal Blacksite you despised since it showed you that the anglers can attack from the front. You stepped out of the locker once the angler passed by and turned on your flashlight. There’s no squiddles in this room so you decided to look through the drawers for anything useful.

In the corner of your eye, you swear you saw something moving in the dark water. It wasn’t the Eyefestation as you didn’t see a green glow. Instead, it was Z-8. You freeze once you finally realized it, and you clicked your flashlight off. They looked like they were just passing by, but they suddenly turned to look at your general direction. Did they somehow sense you turning it off?

“Are you alive?”

You actually freeze up this time. It was a voice inside your head, but it wasn’t like Eyefestation where it tried to mimic the voice of the person in the PA. This was its own voice.

“I can sense you there,”

You start taking shallow breaths, almost resorting to holding it.

“Don’t worry. I can’t reach you. But when I do, it’s not personal,” it continues, “We’re both fighting for what we want, right? Freedom from this place?”

You try to not listen, thinking it’s only try to persuade you into meeting up with it. Maybe even striking up some sort of deal.

“I wish this wasn’t how we met, but I owe Sebastian. This is my favor to him,” its tone suddenly changes, “We can’t let you get that crystal,”

“…they owe Sebastian?” You whispered to yourself.

The Eyefestation suddenly emerges from the dark, and Z-8 swims out of her way as her eyes turned red. A new voice cried inside your head, pleading for you to look into its eyes. The next thing you knew, you were back in the room with Sebastian who stifled a laugh as he slides over the document to you. You had questions concerning what Z-8 had said, but maybe now’s not the right time to ask.

“For unknown reasons, Z-8 is somehow able to communicate with Z-317 “The Eyefestation.” Should operatives see Z-8 outside the windows, or hear its voice, DO NOT LISTEN and keep moving forward as they cannot reach you. They have already called “The Eyefestation” and are trying to keep you in the room.”

Sebastian closes the document, still trying to keep himself from laughing, “A tag-team! Who would’ve thought, huh?”

You rolled your eyes, “I can’t believe that’s how I died,”

“Like a deer in headlights,” he smirks as he leans closer, “Happens to all of us, but man, I thought you’d be used to seeing that shark considering the amount of times you looked at her,”

“She just startled me! I’d love to look at her if she wasn’t able to kill me just by making me look at her,” you shrugged, “She is a beautiful shark,”

Sebastian gives you an odd look and groans, “Get out of here already,”

“Fair enough,”

The next few deaths to Z-8 were more of trial and error. In your most recent death, you learned the hard way that Z-8 does not like the flash beacon and did not hesitate to detonate your PDG. You felt like it was a strange reaction considering it took them a moment to even react when you used any other light source.

“Got grabbed again, did ya?” Sebastian laughed.

He then slides the document to you, now revealing the entire document with some text still left redacted. Some documents contained those, such as his own, and you learned to stop caring about it. At least it wasn’t like the Multi-Monster. Previously redacted photo was now uncovered. A person whose face was obscured.

Z-8 - Codename: Nihilism. Real name: ▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇

In early 2011, five LR-Ps were selected to be a part of an experiment to achieve immortality. Out of the five selected, only Z-8 survived the first round of tests. Z-9, Z-10, Z-11, and Z-12 all succumbed to different effects as each subject was given a different dosage. Although Z-8 survived, they were not immune to the effects their dosage brought. As a result, the experiment was left on hold until researchers found a better source to reach the desired goal.

By 2013, the experiment resumed using the immortal jellyfish as originally planned along with the mimic octopus, the ▇▇▇, and ▇▇▇▇. Z-8 was used again for the next test and hasn’t experienced any side effects on the first day. Two days later, a guardsman escorting Z-8 noticed they have been stumbling and bumping into the walls. On the seventh day, Z-8 had gone completely blind. However, it has been noted that Z-8 is capable of sensing where there is light and where someone is even if they are not moving.

Z-8 soon began to struggle walking and can’t seem to have a tight grip. It didn’t take very long for them to lose all feeling in their arms and legs. They were still able to move their torso as well as their head. They were still capable of speech, but Z-8 has been refusing to talk.

Z-8 was meant to be executed due to the state they were in, but thirty minutes after their heart seemingly stopped, it soon started to beat again. They wake up an hour later as if they had just taken a nap with all of their memories still intact, but Z-8 still cannot see and still cannot walk or move their arms. This resulted in having to move Z-8’s location into a more suitable cell for testing.

Z-8 has endured 5 deaths before changes in their body started becoming clear. Shortly after, testing and studying the regenerative properties Z-8 should have began. Due to poor execution during the procedures, Z-8 ended up enduring 7 more deaths. By the 4th death, a new side effect to Z-8’s resurrection was noted. Upon death, coral (polyps) begins to form on their body.

Their body soon takes the form of a humanoid jellyfish, leading to having to relocate them again. Z-8 no longer turns to others when they are near until they shine a light. The behavior they show gives the impression they like the light and often try to follow it, sometimes moving their head or even their entire body.

Z-8 will then be used to study the regenerative properties further until it can be refined in a way that is desirable.

Before the lockdown was in effect, Z-8 was going to be sold at The Anomalous Auctions as Z-8 had been deemed of no monetary value, nor can be used for work. 5 hours into the lockdown, camera footage caught Z-13 transporting Z-8 to an unknown location.

If by chance any operative encounters Z-8 within any flooded rooms, it is advised to remain still and turn off any light source currently in possession. Wait for Z-8 to pass.

DO NOT move as Z-8 can sense you nearby, but they can’t differentiate between a corpse and a living person until you move.

Turn off any and all light sources in your possession as Z-8 can sense it and become curios. Your window to turn it off is narrow, but it’s still wide enough to not raise their suspicion.

There is a chance where operatives may find Z-8 roaming in a dark flooded room with S-Q. If the room prior has lights on, Z-8 will go into that room. It is safe to move in the dark room as Z-8 cannot tell the difference between you and the S-Q.

For unknown reasons, Z-8 is somehow able to communicate with Z-317 “The Eyefestation.” Should operatives see Z-8 outside the windows, or hear its voice, DO NOT LISTEN and keep moving forward as they cannot reach you. They have already called “The Eyefestation” and are trying to keep you in the room.

Unlike Z-13, operatives are instructed to contain Z-8 as it is impossible for the subject to stay dead.

You’re not exactly sure what to say to all of this. Sebastian is being much quieter than usual too, not even closing the document when you sat back. You look up at him, building up the courage to speak.

“So that’s what they meant when they said they owe you…”

“They don’t owe me anything,” his voice lowered into a growl, “It was their choice to stay much like that shark,”

You look down at the document again and sighed, “Kinda feels like there’s much more than that,”

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?”

You sighed again as you stood up to leave. Sebastian watches you go and looks back down at the document, then closes it without another word.