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(MODERN AU) In Your Care

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!mc x m!oc Genre: Angst/Smut/Drama // Words: 6.9k // [READ ON AO3]

Synopsis: Living in the same foster home, Nebbia and Sebastian are supposed to stay away from each other, but because they are both troubled teenagers with troubled pasts, they simply can't. But then the past comes back to haunt them, threatening to destroy everything.

WARNINGS: NSFW! MDNI! Explicit sexual content (oral, vaginal)! Psychological trauma! Sexual abuse/domestic violence! Forbidden foster siblings relations! Horny and damaged teenagers! (Original characters!)

Last warning and notes: This is set in modern times. There is no magic, just plain old life itself, in its worst form imaginable (there's also horny teenagers and love, but the darker themes might hit a lot of trigger points, so please be aware of that!). In this chapter there's an introduction to the setting and a very long smut scene. Enjoy with caution! (If you don't care about the plot, the smut is marked with 🔴!)

// - CHAPTER 2 →

Nebbia stirred in her sleep, inhaling sharply, her eyelids fluttering as another nightmare made her toss and turn. And she would, but something kept her from moving around too much: two arms wrapped tightly around her body.

About two months ago she would have stiffened and panicked, but tonight was not the first time she found herself in his embrace. Turning her head slightly, she opened her eyes and tried to see him in the dark. He had his face buried in the nape of her neck, breathing calmly and deeply, his body molded to the shape of hers, his groin pressed firmly against her rear, and she smiled when she felt exactly how happy he was to be this close to her.

At least he had peaceful dreams, finally. He certainly needed them.

To be fair, she did too, as did all the other people sleeping in the many rooms along the long hallway of the big house. They were all connected under one roof, sharing the same fate: being orphans, having been forgotten by the world, left behind, sent away, tossed around like a leaf in a storm.

Nebbia had been four when her Italian immigrant parents had died in a tragic factory accident in New York, and she had been handed around a lot after that, from foster home to foster home, all over the US, until she had been found by two very ambitious people who had made it their life goal to 'collect' orphans from all over the world.

She didn't know how they did it or why, but by coming to this house her life had changed to the better for sure. They all had their own rooms, bathroom and closet included, they had set mealtimes, and there was always food in the house. They even got a little money every month to buy things for themselves, or the opportunity to work odd jobs to earn some more.

There were, however, certain conditions and rules to follow, but she rather admired the strict pattern they had to live by. Which included a long list of chores, and each day they would check what they had to do today, and despite being a bunch of kids and teenagers and young adults, all of them stuck to the plan without hesitation.

All it took was a story told in hushed tones about how someone had been punished for disobedience, and the details would vary and get worse the longer it got handed around until it had become a common fear of all the residents to never break any rules to not end up like the poor soul who had done it before them. (Who might have never existed in the first place, but nobody knew for sure by now.)

Nebbia wasn't particularly afraid of those rules (or the consequences if broken), she actually liked the structure, it gave her a certain peace of mind.

And despite there being so many of them, at least a dozen orphans, it didn't feel like an orphanage, more like a family. Because they were paired into different groups, it didn't get too overwhelming during mealtimes or their shared free-time.

There were the kids, aged between seven and twelve, then the teenagers, where she found a place, being a few weeks away from turning seventeen, and the young adults, yet the oldest was only 21. They all had to look after each other, so the older inhabitants of the house took care of the younger ones.

Now where were the 'parents' you might wonder. Well, they provided shelter and food, sent the kids to school and college, gave them allowance, but most of them had only ever seen the people, who had taken them in, once. They were always somewhere, anywhere but the house. Traveling mostly, she suspected. To be honest, she didn't even care.

Her life was good the way it was now, and she never felt the need to talk to any authority figure anyway. It worked out, didn't it? Despite the curious circumstances, she lived a normal teenager's life, going to school, worrying about grades, coming home to do her chores, doing homework, helping others with theirs, doing her part.

Come night she found herself in her own room, yet she was seldom completely alone. Being the only girl in the upper age group, she had quickly adjusted to living door to door with three other boys, and again, it usually worked out. Looking back at the years before, she was really grateful it did work out, because that hadn't always been the case.

But she wouldn't look back, there was no reason to lament the past when her present was much more enjoyable. That was if the boys next to her room would play by the rules. They did have a curfew, but until then they were allowed anything... and anything ranged from yelling at computer screens, blasting their music till the walls shook, or doing whatever other noisy activity that would sometimes drive her insane.

There was Paul, the muscle man, another orphaned immigrant kid who was scooped up by their 'parents' some time ago, with his thick German accent, his short blond hair and piercing blue eyes. He was the oldest of them, 21, and the provider of all things the others might be too young to get. He didn't talk much, but he might have been the noisiest of them all as he would indulge in lifting weights and doing other fitness related things she had absolutely no clue about, meaning he would usually grunt and groan loudly in his room, yet sometimes she suspected him to do something completely different.

He lived in the room right across from hers, so she didn't really care much about what he was doing as they didn't share a wall. On her left, however, lived Ryan, 19-year-old Canadian who lost his parents a few years ago when he was sixteen. He had joined the 'family' at the same time as her, two years ago, and they had a rather unique friendship because of that. He was tall, with short black hair and the darkest eyes she had ever seen, and most of the time he was hunched over like a shrimp in his chair and stared at his computer, playing games, watching porn and doing who knows what.

He didn't believe in the invention of headphones, so she would always hear what he was up to, and as he had no shame whatsoever (and luckily the younger kids' rooms were on the other side of the house, out of earshot), he would blast those moany films for all of them to hear, if he didn't damage their ears with his extensive collection of the loudest music she had ever heard. Despite it all, he was fun to be around, and she found herself talking to him for hours sometimes.

And then there was Sebastian, on the right of her room, the quiet British kid, seventeen years old, tall, with messy brown locks and warm brown eyes and a face full of freckles. He had come to them last, only about three months ago or so, and his story was a rather tragic one. When he was young, he had lived with his parents and his twin sister in a small house in the Scottish Highlands, secluded enough to make the accident that had occurred when they were only five all the more drastic.

During the night, a damaged cable had caught fire, and within minutes the entire house had burned down. He had been the only one making it out alive. After that he had lived with his uncle who hated him with a passion, mentally and physically abusing the boy whenever he saw fit, and when Sebastian was sixteen, misfortune struck again, and the apartment they were living in fell victim to another unfortunate fire that took the older man's life. Unfortunate accident indeed, or so they said. It was also rumored that it had been arson, and considering his life so far, it certainly felt like a late revenge on the man who had made his life hell until then.

Instead of being charged though, Sebastian had found himself ushered away by his new 'parents' and had moved into the room next to Nebbia's. She had been immediately drawn to him, probably because of his exotic English accent. She certainly could listen to him talk for hours, and she found herself doing exactly that as they got very close very quickly. And when he had opened up to her, she had felt even more connected to him knowing about his life so far, and soon they had broken one of the many rules the house they lived in came with:

No sexual relations between 'family' members.

Yet their hormones had been stronger, and so they found themselves sneaking into the other's room at night and indulging in their need to be even closer to each other. For about two months now, they were hiding their special relationship, only expressing it during the night when everyone else was sleeping. During the day and mostly during school they were just friends, orphans living in the same house together, and nobody suspected a thing.

And it had started rather innocently also. They both suffered from nightmares, and she had found it easier to sleep when he was pressed tightly against her body, and vice versa. And then they had 'slipped' and suddenly his cock had been in her pussy and oopsie daisy, gone were the rules. Of course they wouldn't parade it around and always tried to keep their noises to a minimum, but she knew for a fact that at least Ryan knew what they were doing when the headboard of her bed was quietly slamming against the wall they shared on countless occasions.

Luckily he never said anything, he sometimes even turned up the volume of the porn videos he was watching to mask their very real noises. Which in turn brought Paul to his room, who was very meticulous about the rules, and loud music or other noises after curfew were a total no-go for him. He was the oldest and very much enjoyed living up to the expectation of caring for all the younger ones. Ryan included.

And how he cared for him.

Nebbia remembered a particular morning when Ryan had struggled to sit down at the kitchen island for breakfast. “What's wrong with you?” she asked, looking genuinely concerned when he would wince and take deep pained breaths.

But he would just smirk at her and raise his eyebrows. “Don't worry about me, I finally got some too,” he told her with a wink, and she frowned. “Guess who I made break his precious rules,” he added and nodded towards the bulky form that was Paul on the other side of the kitchen.

Her eyebrows shot up even more. “No way!” she breathed, her cheeks bright red.

“Oh, way!” he confirmed and remained leaning against the counter as he shoveled a spoonful of cereal into his mouth.

“Did you... like it?” she asked curiously. They never shied away from sharing these questions, there was something about Ryan that made it very easy to talk about those somewhat 'forbidden' things.

He groaned quietly and chuckled darkly. “Well, not at first. I mean, imagine something very girthy and long and hot being shoved into something very tight and small...”

She cringed at his words, not having to imagine anything, yet she tried her best not to show how badly her hands were shaking when she patted his arm consolingly. “Fuck, Ryan, that's... awful, I'm sorry...”

He only laughed, unaware of her discomfort and the truth behind her reaction. “Nah, it got better the more he moved, you know, the more, uh, friction there was. And then something tight and small became stretched and wide very soon.” She cleared her throat and shook her head at the images he planted in her head, focusing on his surprisingly happy face instead. “Incredible how... resilient and, well, accommodating some things are, eh?” he added and winked at her.

“I can't believe you made him break the rules!” she whispered with a side-glance at the blond behind them. “You think he'll do it again?”

Ryan smirked. “Oh I hope so, he seemed to have enjoyed himself too. Guess you're no longer the only ones doing it like rabbits!”

Her eyes widened, and she hit him in the chest, more or less playfully. “Ryan!” she hissed.

“Ah, come on! Hey, by the way, maybe you should try that too, I bet Sebby boy will be up for it!”

She hit him again and gave him another dark glare, forcing the memories down that reared their ugly heads in the back of her mind, but blushed all the same. Another wink and meaningful gaze later, she left him standing by the counter and went back to the table, sitting down next to Sebastian who had watched them with a dark shadow on his face.

“You two are awfully close,” he remarked quietly. Nebbia nudged his leg under the table.

“We're just friends, I told you,” she whispered and focused on pouring milk over her cereal.

He hummed in disbelief beside her, and she rolled her eyes before she leaned a little closer, her lips almost brushing against his ear. “He got railed by Paul last night,” she straight up told him and forced him into a coughing fit before he leaned away and stared at her with his ears burning red beneath his hair. She only chuckled and started eating her breakfast.

Later that night she fell asleep to the unmistakable sounds of a bed slamming against the wall next door and deep guttural grunts echoing through the silence of the night.

🔴When she woke up, she found herself in Sebastian's arms again. Inhaling deeply as she stirred, she snuggled against him, her hands rubbing along his arms. The house was quiet now. Time for them to change that.

Luckily for her, he had opted to slip into her bed already naked, joining her in her aversion to wear clothes at night, especially during those humid Midwestern summers. Her rear pressed against his groin provokingly until he moved as well and issued a deep groan. “What are you doing?” he mumbled into her hair, his voice low and husky, and she shuddered just hearing it as it vibrated through her entire body.

“Asking you to love me,” she whispered, continuing to buck against him.

“'m lovin' you,” he growled incoherently and pressed his lips to her skin, not moving any other limb or muscle.

Sighing deeply, she wiggled out of his tight embrace until she could roll around, somehow managing to push him onto his back before she climbed on top of him, her breasts squished between their bodies as she leaned on her elbows and cupped his face. “Love me with your dick in my pussy,” she told him and started grinding her pelvis against his groin.

“Language, darling,” he mumbled, finally opening his eyes to look at her, a tiny smirk playing around the corner of his mouth. She blushed, but not because of how crude and needy she sounded but because she loved it when he would call her darling, or love, or kitten, anything really, the accent made any pet name sound ten times better.

“Forgive me, kind sir,” she played along with a smirk of her own and the probably most offensive attempt at a posh English accent ever. “I am but a humble lady in dire need of some assistance. Would you be willing to help me?”

He barked a tired laugh. “Only if you drop whateveract that was and talk dirty to me again,” he muttered, his warm eyes wandering over her face.

She leaned in with a wide smile and claimed his mouth for a heated kiss. “Fuck me, Sebastian,” she mumbled against his lips, her breaths already quickened. “Fuck me until I cannot walk straight anymore.”

His eyebrows shot up as she looked at him to catch her breath. “You put an awful lot of pressure on me, you know that? I had a long and hard day,” he sighed.

“And you have a long and hard dick,” she replied with a wink, grinding her hips firmer against his erection. “But alright, you provide the hardware, I'll take care of the rest, okay?”

He chuckled. “Deal,” he said quietly and moved one hand up to grab the back of her head and pull her face closer to his again before capturing her lips for another passionate kiss. “Use me how you see fit then...”

“That's what I wanted to hear,” she mewled against him and gave him one more peck before she slowly slid down his body until she was settled right between his legs, pushing the covers away as she did so. Her hands rested on his hips as she took an appreciative look at what was in front of her.

His cock lay tall and proud on his lower stomach, deliciously erect, thick veins protruding, and his tip was already glistening in precum. Taking a deep breath, she leaned down and showered his heated flesh with gentle kisses, causing him to hum deeply as he relaxed under her ministrations. She continued the journey of her lips up and down his shaft, eventually letting her tongue join in as well as she took long broad strokes along it, relishing in the subtle twitches she coaxed out of him.

Her eyes wandered up to him while she closed one hand around his base and the other around his balls to give him a few soft squeezes as she lifted him up carefully. He watched her out of hooded eyes, chewing on his lips as he crossed his arms behind his head, giving her free rein over his needy member. Although she was probably a lot needier at the moment. Without breaking eye contact, she lowered her head towards the tip of his cock and let her tongue swirl around it, licking and teasing his slit, waiting for those drops to leak.

Humming softly against him, she then closed her lips around his crown and sucked hard, causing a deep moan to erupt from the back of his throat, before she took him in deeper, his lengthy girth hot and heavy on her tongue. For a long moment she was just suckling on him comfortably, adjusting to the sensation of feeling and tasting and smelling him so close. Despite the lewd nature of the action, she always felt almost relaxed when she had his dick in her mouth, relaxed and safe and without any care in the world as her mind went completely blank.

She could have stayed like this for hours, probably, yet it was always him, despite his initial reluctance, who turned the simple act of cockwarming into something more sexual. This time he inhaled sharply and bucked his hips against her, pushing his length even deeper into her mouth. She let out a soft whimper and looked up at him, meeting his heated gaze. He licked his lips and watched her.

“What happened to fuck me until I cannot walk straight anymore?” he asked, his voice raspy.

She blinked slowly, then moved back and released his cock with a wet pop. “My, how impatient we are tonight,” she teased and licked up some strands of saliva from her lips. “I thought you were too tired to do anything?”

“I'm never too tired to fuck your brains out, love,” he replied with a smirk and leaned up on his elbows.

She raised an eyebrow and tilted her head. “Make up your mind, lover boy,” she whispered, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth as she felt the heat of his words gathering inside her stomach and way lower. “Can I use you or do you wanna fuck me?”

“Put your lips around my cock and find out,” he told her and reached one hand down to grab her hair.

Her eyes bored into his almost defiantly, yet she complied and wrapped her lips once more around his girth, eagerly pulling him in deeper as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked. He groaned at the motion and gripped her hair tighter before he forced her head down further. Another whimper escaped her, and she had to close her eyes as he hit the back of her throat. Her fingers dug into his hips as she steadied herself, before she started (under his guidance) to bob her head up and down on him, her lips straining around his cock as it moved in and out of her mouth, scraping over her tongue, teasing against her tonsils.

Each downward motion made her flinch when he pushed further and further into her throat. Forcing herself not to gag, she ignored the tears collecting under her lashes and kept moving, the urge to feel him and satisfy him stronger than even the urge to breathe at some point. His grip was firm, yet never too forceful, he knew exactly which buttons to push to keep her moving on her own.

If she would have had the brain capacity to think back to the beginning of their relationship, she would have wondered how fast she had turned from absolutely despising and downright dreading physical contact to being completely in awe about it, at least when it came to touching and getting touched by Sebastian. He had turned her trauma into nothing but lust and desire for him, from one extreme to the next, she was well aware of that, but she honestly couldn't care less.

She needed him, everything of him, be it his arms holding her tightly, his lips giving her gentle kisses, or his cock pushed deep down her throat or better yet buried within her pussy as if he was an extension of her own body. It was a strange kind of obsession, and the only normal thing about it was the fact that he needed her in the exact same way. They complemented one another, physically and mentally, and she couldn't be more grateful about it.

Having him face fuck her might have been somewhat degrading in the eyes of others, but firstly: nobody would ever see them like this, and secondly: she loved it, because she knew he would also bury his own face in her wet folds in just the same manner without her even asking for it. They lived for each other, and there was nothing stopping them, no rules, no other family members, nobody.

Or so she naively thought...

Lightheaded and drunk on the taste and smell of him, she kept bobbing her head, taking his cock as deep as possible until she was able to force his tip into her tight throat and hold him there. Feeling the tremors of his body and hearing his deep groans only heightened the heat burning between her legs as she moaned around him, before she leaned back and took a much needed breath, precum and saliva dripping from her lips.

Once her lungs stopped aching, she dove back in and repeated the motion, taking him deep into her throat until she was able to swallow around him, squeezing his tip enough to coax more groans and grunts out of him, while his fingers dug into her hair almost painfully.

“Fuck,” he exclaimed under his breath and jerked his hips against her face erratically, causing her to whimper and even gag around him until she had to lean back and cough and swallow the spit gathering on her tongue.

She never waited long to continue her ministrations, yet when she felt him twitching inside her mouth, she quickly grabbed his base and leaned away, breathlessly staring at him, before she scrambled to her knees and straddled him urgently as she guided his leaking cock towards her wet folds.

Without any hesitation or further preparation, because she was already wet enough just from sucking him off, she lowered her body and pressed his hard length into her tight pussy, a strangled moan escaping her as she felt him slipping into her warmth until he was balls deep inside of her.

He groaned as well, his hands finding her waist as he held onto her, his face flushed, and she knew he was ready to spill his seed into her wet depths, and while some might consider that the end of love-making, it was only the beginning for her. After a short period of adjusting to his size, with more and more shudders rushing through her body, she started riding his cock with reckless abandon, moaning and whimpering on top of him, as her walls clenched around him, assisting in pushing him further over the edge.

His fingers dug into her skin as his face contorted in a mixture of pain and pleasure, and when he came, he grunted loudly, pushing his hips upwards into her while she could feel the thick ropes of cum filling her up with every frantic twitch of his cock. She arched her head back, her hands resting on his chest as she started grinding her hips against him, relishing in the feeling of his warmth. When she eventually leaned up on her knees and continued riding him slowly, he had already collapsed onto the bed, his eyes closed, his lips parted, his breath shallow.

But she wasn't done yet, and she would keep bouncing on him until he got hard all over again, if he wanted to or not. With her body undulating rhythmically against him, her hair falling over her shoulders and her small breasts jiggling with every strain of her thighs as she moved up and down steadily, she felt herself getting closer to her own release as her walls clenched more and more around him. Breathing heavier from the exertion, her legs burning from the constant strain, she arched her head back and stared at the ceiling, her fingers gliding up and down his chest with every motion of her hips.

Suddenly his hands were on her wrists, his long fingers moving up her arms until he palmed at her breasts. Looking down at him out of hooded eyes, she smiled tiredly, while he eyed her intently, watching her every move as he rubbed his hands over her hard nipples. More moans slipped from her trembling lips, the tension within her stomach building, the tight coil ready to burst any second.

With a groan she started moving faster on top of him, her hands holding onto his shoulders as she leaned slightly forward to get better leverage, her hips really slamming against his now, the slapping of skin against skin mixing with the creaking of the bed. She was so close, she could feel it, her muscles contracting almost painfully, but her legs hurt and every move seemed to exhaust her even more.

Whining quietly, she pressed her lips together and kept going, really pushing herself to finally reach the desired heights. And then she felt his arms snaking around her torso before he pulled her against him with a smack that coaxed a surprised shriek out of her. Embracing her tightly, he pressed her to his chest, her face buried in the crook of his neck, as he finally started moving with her, his hips snapping upwards at the same rapid pace she had provided.

Her moans were muffled and luckily so because they were far louder now as he drove his length deeper and deeper into her, hitting all the right spots, over and over again, until she finally succumbed to the sensations. Crying out louder than she probably should have, given their circumstances, she felt her entire body shuddering, her pussy fluttering around his cock as he kept pounding into her through her orgasm. Stars danced behind her tightly shut eyelids, and she felt her head spinning as she clung onto him, letting him take the reins to finish her off.

Her release gushed around him and her body spasmed under the tremors as he held her through it all, his breath as heavy as hers as he panted into her ear. Slowly he ceased his movements before he pushed her down on him hard, burying his cock deep within her wet warmth, their combined juices seeping past their connection mercilessly. She lay on top of him, her heart thundering against his own, her limbs boneless and twitching uncontrollably.

Their sweat slick bodies molded together as they both came down from their highs eventually. Barely able to move, she shifted only slightly and turned her head to him, her nose nuzzling against his neck. For a long moment she just lay there, breathing against his skin as his arms held her tightly, keeping her warm and safe and close to him.

Her breaths eased slowly, and despite her fucked-out state, she felt the urge to continue as she pressed her lips to his neck and gingerly licked along his pulse, feeling his heartbeat thrum against her tongue. He moaned softly beneath her, tightening his hold on her before he moved his big hands over her back until his eager fingers grabbed her ass and kneaded it firmly. She hummed against his skin, kissing and sucking and licking it eagerly, while he groped her soft flesh and pulled the cheeks apart to tease a fingertip into her tight hole.

She squirmed then and gasped, her lips frozen in place in the middle of working a hickey into his neck. Her heart beat faster as something forced itself through her clouded mind, all the way from the darkness of the furthest corner where she kept those things she never wanted to think about again.

He felt her reaction and quickly withdrew his finger, moving his hands up to rub soothing circles over her back. “I'm sorry,” he whispered quietly. She swallowed hard and took a shuddering breath as she buried her face in the crook of his neck.

��It's... alright...” she mumbled, still fighting the emotions breaking through the walls she had built around them.

“No, I... I forgot, I won't do it again,” he muttered, his low voice vibrating through her head, doing its part to help her push the memories back.

They had shared their life stories early on in their relationship, and while she knew that Sebastian had indeed deliberately burned his apartment down and killed his uncle to be free of him, he also knew about the circumstances that had brought her into this house full of orphans. It had been one of her lowest points to share it with him, but he had listened and consoled her admirably, and afterwards she had felt like a weight had been lifted off her chest.

But despite having shared her trauma, it was still too easy to trigger her with the most random things (even though a finger in her butt was certainly a rather obvious trigger). She was determined, though, to hold onto her mantra of not looking back and focus on the present, especially if said present was holding her in his warm embrace, trying to squeeze all the darkness out of her.

She inhaled deeply and turned her head, her eyes wandering over his profile. He met her gaze when she leaned up on one elbow, a silent understanding surging through the air between them, before she pushed it all back again and pressed her lips to his, concentrating on the sensations he was giving her right now instead of past occurrences that couldn't hurt her anymore.

He kissed her back quickly, urgently, his hand grabbing the back of her head to pull her closer as he slipped his tongue between her trembling lips and met hers in a heated dance. Breathless and lightheaded, she hummed and whimpered against his mouth, even grinding her hips against him once more, feeling his cock twitching inside her as it came back to life.

A deep grunt echoed in her ears as he wrapped his arms around her waist and swiftly rolled them around until he had her pinned to the bed, his body pushing her deep into the soft mattress. Her eyes fluttered open, and for a moment they just stared at each other, their hot breaths mingling, making her even more dizzy. Before she knew it, he grabbed her legs and wrapped them around his waist, then started moving his hips against her, plunging deep into her wet depths, his dark eyes boring into hers.

He had the darkest, most sinister expression when he was focused that always sent chills down her spine. That look also meant that he was hellbent on bringing her to the edge of pleasure in record time, only to hold her there for as long as possible. And while he leaned up on his arms and knees to get better leverage, she clung to him helplessly, her body melting under his powerful thrusts as he held her waist with an iron grip.

Moaning and whimpering, her voice strained, her heavy breathing broken up every time he would hit the deepest spot in her clenching pussy, she succumbed to the blissful void quickly, her mind running empty as her body spasmed beneath him, her juices flowing freely, creating a cacophony of wet squelching sounds and skin slapping against skin mixed with the rhythmic yet slightly erratic slamming of the headboard against the wall.

His own grunts were muffled when he leaned down to capture her mouth for a searing kiss but his rapid movements barely gave them the chance to kiss properly as he pushed her body up and down the bed, keeping them in a constant state of motion, two bodies colliding with fervor but still working in unison to bring them both higher and higher, and while she kept coming forcefully around him, he eventually groaned deeply as his tight balls slapped against her ass.

She cried out and thrashed her head back, lifting her hips off the bed as the most powerful wave yet crashed over her while he gave her that final deep thrust to bury his throbbing length all the way inside her until he emptied himself right into her contracting womb, spilling his seed warm and comforting in her depths.

Her thighs twitched uncontrollably, her toes curled up, and for a moment she was bent in the most pleasurable position, arched off the bed, held by Sebastian's strong arms as her feet dug into his lower back, deeply connected as their orgasms joined forces and shuddered through them powerfully. And then she collapsed back onto the bed with a deep exhale, her limbs twitching but boneless, her heart thundering in her chest, her mind blissfully empty while her pussy overflowed with his warm cum.

He sighed contently as he lowered himself carefully on top of her, not wanting to squish her too much, but he knew she loved feeling his weight on her, like a comfort blanket pressing all her worries out of her tiny body. Her walls still clenched around him, holding his cock in their tight embrace, savoring the warm sensation spreading within her.

For the longest moment she just lay there, smothered by his larger frame, her legs too tired to hold onto him anymore as they fell to his sides, twitching. Her hands ran over the sheets mindlessly as she slowly regained some semblance of control over her body. With a soft moan she raised her arms and wrapped them around his neck before she pressed her lips to his jaw, gingerly moving them up until she claimed his mouth for a lazy kiss.

He breathed loudly against her, kissing her back with his eyes closed, his tongue barely meeting the vigor of her own. She leaned away slowly to watch his deeply relaxed face, his cheeks blushed, and even in the dimly lit room she could have counted all of his freckles when he rested his forehead against hers and watched her out of hooded eyes.

“Thank you for loving me,” she whispered, gently cupping his face with slightly shaking hands. “With your dick in my pussy and otherwise,” she added and saw him smirking before he leaned in to kiss her softly.

“Anytime, kitten,” he muttered, and it was his low voice and the pet name and the way he pronounced it that made her moan into his mouth. He chuckled and nuzzled his nose against hers playfully. “Thank you for letting me love you, I know it might not have been easy for you...”

“It was very easy to fall in love with you, Sebastian,” she said quietly and ran her fingers through his hair. “You made it very, very easy...”

“I'm glad,” he replied and smiled at her warmly.🔴

She watched him intently, slowly calming down as she felt his warmth and strength and comforting presence, and she could have stayed like this forever, but reality came with a sudden knock on her door, and she flinched badly, almost knocking him out by smacking her forehead against his.

He leaned back with a sigh and rolled off her, breaking their connection too swiftly for her liking. It wasn't the first time they were interrupted, and he quickly made his way off the bed and into the ensuite bathroom while she scrambled into a sitting position, trying to ignore the shaking of her legs and his seed dripping past her folds. Grabbing a blanket from a nearby chair, she wrapped herself in it and slowly made her way to the door.

Another rapid knock made her flinch. “What?” she called before carefully opening it and peeking into the hallway beyond.

On the other side stood Ryan, with his arms crossed in front of his chest, his head tilted. “Sorry to disturb the little fuck fest you had going on,” he said with a grin, his voice low enough to not carry through the hall, but she shushed him all the same while blushing badly. “Just wanted to give you a heads-up. They're here,” he added, his gaze turning more serious when he said those last words that made her freeze on the spot.

Panic rushed through her limbs. “Fuck,” she grimaced and looked past him down the corridor. “Where –”

“Still downstairs, putting up the new month's chores I bet,” he told her. “Don't worry, they probably didn't hear you, even though I did. Holy hell, Nae, you really have to learn to keep it down... I could barely keep up.”

She stared at him with wide eyes, her blush spreading all over her body as she pulled the blanket tighter around herself. Suddenly Sebastian was behind her, completely dressed with only his messier-than-usual hair an indication of what they had just done.

“Stop jerking off to my girlfriend, you bloody bastard,” he grumbled as he stared at the older boy.

Ryan gave him a toothy grin. “Who said I was jerking off to her?” The wink he gave Sebastian made the latter step back with a frown, his cheeks bright red as well. Nebbia cleared her throat and grabbed the front of his shirt, urging him to look at her.

“They're here,” she whispered pressingly, and Sebastian nodded and pushed past her onto the hallway, trying to avoid getting anywhere near Ryan.

“See you later,” he said quietly, squeezing her hand before he left her and headed to his own room.

Nebbia looked back to Ryan and rolled her eyes before giving him a playful shove. “Thanks for the warning, now if you'll excuse me, I have to scrape the memory of you hitting on my boyfriend out of my brain...”

He laughed at that and winked at her, then turned around and walked towards the stairs leading down while she closed the door and prepared to meet their 'parents' and hopefully not get scolded for breaking their precious rules.

When she came down the stairs into the crowded kitchen, dressed and clean and as innocent as she could appear, she suddenly found herself staring at a sight she hadn't expected. Not only did she see the people who took her in two years ago, laughing and talking to their younger foster children, looking like the loving parents they pretended to be, but next to them stood a tall young man whose gaze was immediately trained on her, cold gray eyes boring right into her damaged soul, ripping open any seams and tearing down any walls she had built up after she had last seen them.

He was here.

Her heart stopped, her breath became erratic, cold sweat broke from her skin as she stood there and stared at him. It was the hint of a malicious grin moving the corner of his mouth that made her take a step back, then another, until she turned around with her heart thundering inside her chest and ran out of the kitchen, out of the house, onto the large driveway and away from him as fast as she possibly could, barely noticing anything around her as panic flooded her mind and hot tears spilled from her lashes.

She didn't even register the footsteps following her.

// - CHAPTER 2 →

End notes: The next chapter will focus on Nebbia's trauma and there will be no Sebastian. If you like a bit of noncon smut, this might still be something for you!

This is also a dumping ground for my darkest and most depraved ideas, things I can't usually put into my (happy) smutty oneshots, but as a new year's resolution I told myself to delve into other themes as well, especially angst which I always enjoyed writing, so it'll get a lot darker on here, but also fluffier as that's another goal I have. Though there might be no fluff in this particular story!

Now, thank you for reading and I hope I have caught your interest with this first chapter and you might enjoy reading more! Let me know!

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(MODERN AU) In Your Care - 4

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!mc Genre: Smut/Fluff/Angst // Words: 6.7k // [READ ON AO3]

Synopsis: Nebbia knows her life is about to change all over again, but before she can allow herself to panic about it once more, she needs to be distracted - and there is one person who can help her with that.

WARNINGS: NSFW! MDNI! Explicit sexual content (cunnilingus, fingering, vaginal)! Psychological trauma! Sexual abuse/domestic violence! Forbidden foster siblings relations! Horny and damaged teenagers! (Original characters!)

NOTES: This is chapter 4 of my AU series IN YOUR CARE (see Ch1 / Ch2 / Ch3). It's set in modern times, there's no magic, just life in its most cruel form. But in this chapter, there's just good old fluffy smut, no trauma whatsoever, I promise. Still, it's NSFW, so proceed at your own risk!

← CHAPTER 3 - // - CHAPTER 5 →

The sun was filtering through the leaves, casting a soft light on the forest floor as Nebbia walked slowly next to Sebastian, his hand holding hers tightly but comfortingly while he led her deeper into the woods, away from the big house and the threat lingering inside. Birds were singing, and it all felt too good to be true.

She threw him the occasional side-glance, glad he was with her, but she could see the tension in his face, how he worked his jaw, frantically thinking of what to do. She was worried too, scared even, but the moment he had helped her to her feet, hugged and kissed her softly before he had grabbed her hand and pulled her after him, her mind had gone quiet, focusing on him, relying on him to be strong for the both of them.

Without question, she followed him, trusting him, maybe blindly and naively, but in this very moment – or ever since she had let him into her heart – she didn't care what it might look like to others. Even after only three months of knowing him, she loved him, they held onto each other's secrets, she needed him as much as he needed her.

And she knew from the bottom of her heart that he would protect her, no matter what, and as dark as the thought was, it comforted her greatly. Inhaling deeply, she squeezed his hand and smiled at him as he met her gaze. His eyes were warm, the sunlight playing in his brown irises, making them glow like amber, but his smile didn't reach them.

She stopped then, stood before him and grabbed his other hand as well as she looked up at him. He frowned. “You worry too much,” she whispered and stepped closer until she leaned against him, chin tilted up to meet his gaze.

“Of course I worry,” he replied, his hands slipping from hers to gently grab her waist. “We have to do something, Nebbia,” he added in a serious tone, his eyes wandering over her face.

She shook her head. “Not right now. Not until the sun goes down and we have to go back. Now we're free, alone in the woods, just us and nobody else, no past or future threat...” Her arms wrapped around his midriff as she leaned her cheek against his chest, hearing his steady heartbeat through his shirt.

He hugged her back with a sigh, holding her tightly in his arms as he rested his chin on top of her head. She knew he was already picturing countless ways of how to handle the situation that awaited them, but she couldn't think about it now. She needed to distance herself from it, completely, for as long as was healthy. It would all come back eventually anyway, be it the nightmares, the panic attacks, or the actual threat, but for now, right here in this moment, she had to have an empty head.

And there was only one way she could achieve that.

“Sebastian,” she mumbled against him, exhaling deeply. “Distract me, please.”

She felt him taking a deep breath, then he pressed his lips to her hair. “Anything for you, love,” he whispered before grabbing her hips and pulling her gently away from him to look at her. She met his heated gaze and licked her lips, feeling the intensity in his eyes breaking through the numbness of her limbs, rushing straight between her legs.

He leaned in and grabbed her face, slowly pushing his lips against hers, and she would have been fine just kissing him in the middle of the forest, feeling his warm breath and his warmer tongue and the urgency in his touch, but he had other things in mind. Leaning away with a sigh, he smirked at her, then turned around and bent over.

“Hop on, kitten, I know just the place for a little distraction,” he told her, and she laughed in surprise before she climbed on his back, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist. He grabbed her thighs and leaned back up. “Hold on tight.”

She pressed herself against him, her lips ghosting his ear. “Where are we going?”

“Surprise,” he just said and started walking, carrying her deeper into the woods.

Inhaling deeply, she closed her eyes, taking in his scent and the noises of the forest, from the birds singing so innocently to the wind rustling the leaves, and small animals scurrying away as they passed. For several minutes he walked in silence, his hands holding her legs tightly and occasionally squeezing them affectionately, and she just leaned against him, relaxing more and more.

“We're here,” he then said, and she slowly opened her eyes and looked around, frowning slightly.

They stood in front of a small wooden cabin, old and overgrown and clearly abandoned, the windows smashed in and graffiti markings all around. She slowly slipped off his back and took a curious step closer. He grabbed her hand and stood beside her, watching her as she took in the unusual sight.

“How did you find this?” she asked a little breathlessly. Lost places like this had always been a secret passion of hers. And to see this small house in the middle of the forest, nestled between tall trees and thick bushes, and so close to her home, was exhilarating.

“Stumbled upon it a few weeks ago on one of my walks from work,” he said quietly, smiling as he noticed her excitement. “There are old train tracks behind it that I followed here from town.”

She looked up at him in awe, eager to see it all as she squeezed his hand. “This is so cool!” she breathed before she moved closer to the cabin, dragging him after her.

He followed without question, his eyes on her as she looked through the broken windows, holding her breath in anticipation as she dared a look into the dark interior. “Do you want to go inside?” he asked, nudging his foot against the old door that was barely hanging in its hinges, swaying slightly inwards at the motion.

“Yes!” she said excitedly, and together they moved closer, he was holding the door open to let her go in first.

An old dust smell hit her nostrils, rotten wood and wet spots made the air damp and stale, and the floor boards creaked ominously as she walked into the cabin. There was barely anything in it, just a set of broken chairs piled in the corner and a small table leaning on three legs. Mostly there were wooden crates all around, most of them broken, only one stack almost reached the low ceiling next to an empty bookcase.

Everything looked aged and long abandoned, with cobwebs and thick layers of dust everywhere, but the small open fireplace seemed as if it would last for all the times to come. There was a wide and surprisingly deep mantelpiece on top of it, and Nebbia walked to it and licked her lips as she closed her hands around the edge.

“Lift me up,” she whispered, and Sebastian followed her and didn't hesitate when he grabbed her waist and picked her up like a doll before he sat her on the ledge and looked up at her with a smile.

“How's the view?” he chuckled.

She laughed and looked down, putting her hands on his shoulders as she spread her legs and pulled him between them. His eye level was right in line with her breasts, while she could have put her chin on top of his head. “Most splendid,” she jested and looked around. “So this is what you see every day?”

“Oh yes, loads of tops of people's heads,” he replied with a smirk.

She grinned and moved one hand through his messy locks. “Yours looks really nice,” she whispered, her fingers digging deep and softly massaging his scalp. He hummed in response and leaned his head against her chest, right between her boobs. She felt him inhaling deeply as his arms snaked around her torso and held her close to him.

They stood like that for a while, with only the birds chirping outside and the wind pushing branches against the siding of the cabin. It was a peaceful moment as she listened to his soft breathing while her heart hammered against his ear. Without saying anything, he moved one hand over her back and under her top, his warm fingers caressing her bare skin tenderly until they fidgeted with the clasp of her bra.

She took a shuddering breath when he eventually leaned back to look up at her, his eyes dark with a mixture of deep adoration and searing desire. He held the gaze as he moved his hands along her sides and slowly pushed her top up. Unable to even think clear under the intensity in his eyes, she raised her arms and let him pull her top and bra over her head which he then put down on the mantelpiece beside her.

Without breaking eye contact, he placed his hands on her waist, his thumbs rubbing circles over her skin, before he leaned in and pressed his lips to the valley between her breasts. She watched him, actually holding her breath, her fingers frozen in the middle of digging through his hair. His kisses were warm and soft and gentle as he made his way down to her stomach, his breath ghosting her skin whenever he moved his mouth to another inch of her body.

The feel of his tongue made goosebumps ripple over her arms and legs, even more so when he started gliding it upwards back to her breasts in long broad strokes, leaving a trail of warm saliva on her tingling skin. She felt her breath quicken as he was so absorbed in exploring and caressing her torso that he had closed his eyes, a sight she adored most of all. His long lashes grazed his cheeks, the hint of a blush spreading over his freckled face as he kept gently licking along her chest until he finally reached the small mounds of her slightly quivering breasts.

She inhaled sharply when he closed his lips around her left one, the warmth of his mouth causing shivers to rush down her spine. He opened his eyes then and looked up at her, while his tongue circled around her sensitive bud, patiently, until she felt it harden against his touch. Then he moved to her other breast and repeated the motion, and she felt herself melting into the sensation of his slow but eager caresses. Her fingers were still buried in his messy locks, and when he leaned back to blow teasingly on her nipples, she mewled and gripped his hair tightly.

He smirked at her before he suddenly leaned up and made her lean forward by grabbing her chin gently so he could capture her mouth for a deep kiss. She almost fell off the mantelpiece if his body wouldn't have held her there. His tongue pushed into her mouth, and she met it with fervor, soft moans escaping her as she closed her eyes and lost herself in the feel of his lips against hers.

When they were both breathless, he leaned away, pressing his lips to her jaw and over her throat and along her neck and back between her breasts. His hands were on her waist, holding her firmly but never too tightly. She watched him move downwards, his eyes closed in concentration as he kissed her abdomen gently. There he stopped and took a step back, and she had to let go of his hair as her hands fell to her sides.

They exchanged a heated gaze, and she only nodded before she propped her hands on either side of her body and lifted herself up slightly, allowing him to pull her jean shorts over her hips. His long fingers undid the button and zipper, and in a swift motion he did as was suggested, pulling her panties along with it. She sat back down on the old mantelpiece, feeling the cool wood on her heated center as he fidgeted to get her clothes over her sneakers.

A smile grazed her lips as she watched him fold them neatly until they found a place next to her top and bra. Only then did he look back at her, his hands running over her thighs as he gently pushed them apart a little more. His eyes wandered from her flushed face down her body until they rested right between her legs.

She should have felt exposed and vulnerable, especially sitting on the ledge with her sex right in front of his face. But he'd seen it so many times, she felt as if he knew it better than her.

He stepped slowly closer, nestling his body between her thighs as his hands moved up her chest to cup her breasts. He continued the journey of his lips, kissing her stomach and her belly button and then eventually, he reached the sensitive skin of her mound, his warm lips only heating her skin up more. A soft whimper escaped her as he rubbed his palms over her hard nipples at the same time as he pushed his mouth to her throbbing clit.

She felt the tip of his tongue poking at the bundle of nerves, and a shiver made her almost flinch against him. He let out a chuckle, the vibration of his voice and his hot breath only adding to the sensations he invoked by caressing her very sensitive nub. Her hands were on his shoulders now as she held onto him tightly in an attempt to control herself under his ministrations.

His hands eventually let go of her boobs and moved down again, sliding along the sides of her body, following the curves down to her rear while he continued to lick and suck until she felt herself getting wetter against his chin that kept rubbing against her folds. Her noises became more frantic, the grip of her fingers must have been painful, but he didn't care, he kept going, focused only on bringing her pleasure.

Yet as she felt herself nearing that much needed release, he suddenly leaned back, his tongue swiping against her agitated nub one last time before he pressed his mouth to her inner thigh, slowly kissing along her trembling skin while she gasped in a mixture of indignation and disappointment. He chuckled again, and she gripped his hair tightly to make him look up. His dark eyes met hers, and the smirk he gave her made her blush even more.

But when he kept kissing along the delicate skin of her thighs, he moved one hand between them and started rubbing his palm up and down her folds, coaxing those sweet moans out of her that made him hum in return. She arched her back and leaned against the wall above the fireplace, her body shuddering under his consistent caresses. Her chest rose and fell faster as she gripped his hair, and when he suddenly pulled one of her legs over his shoulder, she gasped softly.

Because it meant he had moved his face back between her legs, inches away from the needy nub. His gaze moved up to her, and she met it out of hooded eyes, her lips parted and trembling in anticipation. He smiled at her before he pressed his lips back to her mound, planting soft kisses along her heated skin. He pulled her other leg over his shoulder as well and really nestled between her trembling thighs now while she dug her shaking fingers into his locks, holding on for dear life as he continued to stimulate her clit with the tip of his tongue.

More moans slipped from her as she arched her head back, every flick and every kiss and every little bit of sucking causing her to quiver more. He took his sweet time with her, but she felt that tension within her stomach building quickly, and when he suddenly teased a finger against her entrance, she cried out and felt her hips bucking against his face. He leaned back and pressed his open mouth onto her folds as she came with another jerk of her body, her juices flowing freely, the wet slurping sounds almost obscene as he licked up every single drop.

She felt her entire body growing hotter at the sensation, but there was no space for embarrassment, there was only pleasure, blindingly bright pleasure that washed over her with the force of a gentle but fierce wave eager to wipe every sorrow away. Exactly what she had needed. And it wouldn't stop there. As her body went limp in his hold, he kept going, his tongue swiping between her folds and digging deeper, teasing against her clenching entrance.

Her eyes rolled back as she leaned against the wall behind her, boneless and spent, her legs twitching on his shoulders, her toes curled up almost painfully, while his mouth remained focused on her pulsating pussy. She moaned loudly when she felt his tongue pressing into her, the warm soft muscle dipping as deep as possible as he pressed his face to her center, the thrumming hum he issued vibrating through her very core. He worked his tongue inside her, licking and pressing against her clenching walls as his nose pressed right onto her throbbing clit, coaxing more noises out of her raw throat.

The pressure within build once more, and when he moved his hands around her sides until he cupped her ass cheeks firmly, lifting her up slightly, she felt her hips buck again, the tremors rushing through her body and right against his face as she came all over again. In her frenzy she wrapped her legs around his neck and squeezed tightly, unable to control herself any longer, and she felt him groaning against her.

He managed to move his hands under her thighs and pry her clenching limbs away from him before he continued to lick at her release. She was a quivering mess by now, barely able to do anything but lean against the wall, her wetness making it difficult to stay seated on the wooden mantelpiece, but he held her in place now, his big hands holding her legs open as he kissed her warm flesh. Once she came down slightly from her orgasm, he removed one hand and guided it back to her folds.

Nebbia couldn't see it, but he watched her intently as he pressed his lips to the soft skin between her sex and her inner thigh, feeling the tendons twitch against his touch as he moved his fingers over her wet core, swiping through her folds, coaxing those sweet moans out of her while the squelching noises of her wetness made him tremble. First he circled his fingertips around her throbbing clit, feeling her thighs spasm uncontrollably under the motion, then he slid his fingers between her folds and right against her entrance.

She gasped softly as he pushed one finger into her depths, her walls immediately clenching around his digit as he slid it deeper. Caressing her from the inside, his gaze remained on her flushed face, her closed eyes, her swollen and trembling lips. Smiling to himself, he licked his slick lips and kept moving his finger in and out slowly, observing her every reaction. She mewled softly, her limbs twitching, her hands gripping the edge of the mantelpiece so tightly her knuckles turned white.

He retrieved his finger, saw the slight frown forming on her forehead, then quickly pushed back in with two fingers now. She immediately relaxed again and whimpered quietly as his digits stretched her tight entrance. He repeated the motion, moving them in and out, pushing deep and gently spreading them inside her. His face rested against her quivering thigh as he watched her closely, his own breath hitching whenever she issued another soft noise that made his cock strain against the fabric of his pants.

She looked so relaxed, so blissful, so happy, such a contrast to the panicked frightful girl he had chased on her frantic flight just hours ago. Sebastian smiled softly at the change, keeping up his steady rhythm of pushing his fingers in and out of her warmth, eager to hold her in this state of oblivion for as long as possible. She deserved to forget, she of all people. Seeing her bliss had managed to push away his own anger and hatred for the reason why she had needed to be distracted in the first place.

He felt his heart beat faster when he thought back to hearing her horrible tale, seeing her so vulnerable, so fearful, so damaged, had put a dent on his soul, making him form a promise within himself to never let anything bad happen to her ever again. And he knew he wouldn't hesitate to fight anything (and anyone) that came her way and threatened to take away her new-found happiness. With any means necessary.

Lost in thought for a moment, he hadn't noticed that he had increased his pace, mindlessly driving his digits faster and harder into her warm depths, only when she gripped his hair, her body shuddering under his ministrations, did he look back at her, his eyes focusing on her face, contorted in a mixture of pain and pleasure as she furrowed her brows and whimpered continuously. He eased his motions and brought his mouth back to her clit, gently flicking his tongue around and against it until he felt her contractions gripping his fingers.

She came with a long cry, her hips jerking against him as her release sprayed against his face, and he wasn't fast enough to catch it with his tongue as he felt it hitting his eye. Chuckling deeply he pulled his fingers out and licked along her quivering cunt, mindlessly wiping his free hand over his wet face at the same time as he felt her fingers brushing against his cheek. He looked up, one eye still closed, tongue out mid-stroke, as he met her deeply embarrassed gaze.

He leaned away and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then stood up fully and grabbed her warm face to pull it down towards him. She met his lips with desperation, her hands moving over his cheeks while she pressed her tongue against his, tasting herself when she pushed deeper into his mouth. Soft moans slipped from both of their throats as they lost themselves in the passionate kiss that was so much more than just a meeting of mouths.

It was a promise, a silent understanding that nothing would ever come between them.

She felt her heart swell under the force of his lips against hers, how he held her face, how his body pressed between her legs and kept her in place, safe and sound as the aftershocks of her many orgasms crashed through her limbs. He didn't care about getting her juices all over him, and even though she was embarrassed, she knew she shouldn't be. He was there for her, no matter what, be it in her darkest hours with her face covered in tears and snot, or whenever she was at her highest and it was his face covered in her wetness, or even in the somber moments in between.

As if reading her thoughts, she felt him leaning away slightly, his lips pressed to her cheek and slowly moving down her neck. His low voice vibrated through her body as she tried to catch her breath.

“No matter what happens,” he rasped against her skin, kissing and licking it breathlessly. “I'll always be here for you,” he kept going, planting open-mouthed kisses along her collarbones. “Protecting you...” She shivered under the intensity of both his words and caresses. “Distracting you...”

Her fingers dug into his hair as he flicked his tongue against her hard nipples. When he reached her stomach, he pressed his lips firmly against it and looked up. “Loving you...” She bit her trembling lip. “All of you,” he concluded and kissed her abdomen once more, slowly wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her close as he leaned his cheek against her. His warm breath ghosted her tingling skin, and she inhaled deeply as a shudder rushed through her body.

His words sank into her soul, pushing through the darkness, leaving a trail of bright promises, but the deeper they penetrated, the tougher it was for them to keep going until they were swallowed by the shadows consuming her slowly. Doubts and memories crashed over her, and she felt a tear slipping from the corner of her eye.

The way he clung to her stomach made it worse, and she knew he meant well, showing her that no matter what was happening to her and her body and what had happened in the past, he was there for her, but she felt the weight of it all, the implications, those hopeful thoughts of a future she might not be able to achieve. Might not be able to give him. Closing her eyes, she let the tears flow, trying to suppress the shivers of her sobs as she leaned against him.

He could feel her body tensing up and a different kind of shudder crashing through her, and when he leaned up and looked at her, he inhaled sharply and quickly moved his hands back up to her face, wiping at her wet cheeks, trying to console her. “Hey, it's alright!” he whispered, kissing her softly until she opened her swollen eyes and looked at him. “Don't cry,” he added quietly, tilting his head as his eyes wandered over her flushed face. “Don't go there,” he said and tucked a strand of her long hair behind her ear as he bored his eyes into hers. “Don't go where I can't follow.”

She blinked at him, furrowing her eyebrows. Confusion washed over her.

A smirk appeared on his lips. “You have a tendency of getting lost in your own mind, love,” he explained and poked a finger against her temple gently.

“So you decided to quote Lord of the Rings to me?” she whispered, her own lips quivering as a small smile crept onto them.

“You're back, aren't you?” he teased and leaned in to kiss her softly. She nodded against him and wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. He chuckled softly and moved his arms around her to pick her up off the mantelpiece, holding her in his embrace as he kept pressing his tongue against hers. She mirrored his movements, showing him that she was focused on him now, and he felt the tension within him relax a little.

His hands moved under her rear as he supported her weight against him, their lips tangling while he carried her through the old cabin, trying to remember a good place to continue their intimate encounter. He was about to set her down on an old table, but when he did, he kicked against one of its legs, and it immediately fell into itself with a loud creak. She broke the kiss then and clung to him tighter, arms and legs wrapped around him as she looked from the broken table back to him, a quiet laugh on her swollen lips.

He grinned at her and looked around, then decided to bring her towards one of the windowsills – until he discovered that they were either covered in moss or broken glass. Sighing deeply, he considered just taking her right there on the dusty floor, but then she slipped from his embrace, her shoes meeting the ground as her naked body slid along his. She looked up at him as she moved him through the cabin, her fingers eagerly pushing his shirt upwards.

In a swift motion he pulled it over his head while she was already fidgeting with his belt buckle and then the zipper of his pants. He stopped moving, leaning against the wall as he watched her push his pants and boxers down. His chest was heaving as he noticed his cock springing free, yet she still fumbled with his clothes as she crouched in front of him. He had a hand on her shoulder to steady himself while he helped her and stepped out of his pants. When she moved back up, her hands roamed along his legs, her eyes trained on him as her breath ghosted his skin, her face so close to his body it caused shivers to crash over him.

She noticed his shudders, and he could see a smirk playing around her full lips before they were pressed against his thigh, slowly moving upwards. He felt the tension inside his stomach building, and it got even worse when she closed her small hands around his erection, squeezing it gently while she placed a few hot kisses along his hipbones. He grabbed her wrists almost a little too harshly, causing her to look at him in surprise, before she understood what he wanted.

Standing up to her full height, which wasn't much, he quickly placed his hands on the back of her thighs and lifted her up, cupping her ass as she wrapped her legs around his waist and held onto his shoulders with eager fingers. He stumbled back a little until he hit the wall behind him, then quickly turned around and pinned her to it, the sudden thud causing dust and cobwebs to rain down on them. They both ignored it, only focused on the feeling of their sexes pressed against each other.

Her hot breaths made strands of his hair fly as she grabbed the nape of his neck to lean back enough to look at him out of hungry eyes, her pupils dilated so much her bright eyes appeared almost black. He mirrored that hunger and leaned in to capture her mouth for a searing kiss while she started grinding her pelvis against his cock. A moan escaped him, and with one hand still supporting her body, he moved the other between them and grabbed himself to press his tip against her waiting entrance.

The kiss slowed as they looked at each other, and when she nodded barely noticeably, he pushed in, feeling his crown sink into her pussy, her walls swallowing him needily as he slipped deeper. She groaned against his lips, her fingers tightening around his neck as she moved with him, her hips pressing against his until he was buried all the way inside her warmth. Her legs twitched around him as he gave her a moment to adjust to the intrusion, his kiss demanding enough to distract her from the initial pressure.

Closing her eyes, she moved her tongue against his, almost lazily circling it, feeling the heat of his mouth and his body and his hands and their connection, and when he started bucking his hips upwards against her, she moaned into the kiss. She felt him slowly withdrawing, her walls clenching around him, before he pushed back in, the deep thrust against her cervix causing her to flinch and gasp. He repeated the motion slowly, deliberately, really straining his body to refrain from just rutting into her.

She held onto him desperately, feeling her muscles contracting already under his careful movements, her heart beating faster as she pressed herself against him and buried her face in the crook of his neck. He snaked his arms around her waist and held her close to him as he ever so slightly increased his pace. Her back scraped over the old wall, more debris snowing on her shoulders, but she couldn't care less as she felt him moving within her, pulling out and plunging back in, a steady rhythm that quickly ignited her insides.

Like a wildfire it spread through her body, as moans slipped from her mouth and shivers rippled over her skin. His constant thrusts moved her up and down, the burning friction so intense she had to squeeze her eyes shut until she saw stars dancing behind her eyelids. His groans echoed in her ear, the tension in his body noticeable in every straining muscle that moved against her. She tried her best to mirror his motions, wanting to get him to where she had been before, at the height of all things, with her head in the clouds, forgetting everything.

They fell into a synchronized rhythm, fast and seemingly uncoordinated as he pounded into her, his cock pushing deep in frantic jerks of his hips. Her chest rubbed against his, her hard nipples aching from the friction, but she needed to push this further, so she slammed her hips against him, coaxing deep grunts out of him as he pressed her firmer into the wall, using that position to really piston his cock into her clenching cunt, each stab making her cry out in nothing but pleasure as he hit that spot deep within her, over and over again.

Her vision turned red, then a bright light engulfed her as she arched her head back and opened her mouth to let a long cry fall from her trembling lips. As her orgasm crashed through her, he could feel her contractions and grit his teeth, pushing further and faster, his arms so tight around her he was afraid he could break her, but he was so close, the tension in his stomach almost painful as his balls tightened, he had to keep going, and he did, desperately rutting into her, and with a deep almost primal groan, he thrust into her one final time, burying his entire length deep inside her spasming pussy before he felt his seed spurting out with a force that made his legs tremble.

He grunted as he rested his forehead on her shoulder, breathlessly leaning against her, as he emptied himself inside her, each twitch of his cock sending shivers down his spine. She crossed her feet and dug her heels into his lower back, holding him close, before she moved her hands over his tense back, rubbing soothing circles into his skin until he calmed down again. His hot breath ghosted her neck as he tilted his head, his mind spinning from the intensity of his orgasm.

“I love you,” he rasped barely audible, his body struggling to hold her in his arms, but she clung to him like a little monkey, her back pressed into the wall, holding both of them up, as long as his legs didn't give way.

“I love you too,” she replied quietly, her lips moving over his sweaty forehead. He inhaled deeply when he felt her fingers digging through his locks, gently massaging his scalp.

He could have stayed like that forever, buried deep inside her, with his warm seed slowly seeping past their connection, her sweat slick body pressed to his, united under the same sensation of absolute bliss. But with every high came the moment his head poked through the clouds, and that post-nut clarity brought back the dark thoughts this day had invoked in him. Breathing deeply, he held her close, not wanting her to get lost in her own mind again.

His hands roamed her body, trying to keep her distracted for as long as possible. But she eventually leaned back and grabbed his face, tilting his chin up with her thumbs to make him look at her. There was a smile on her swollen lips that made his heart swell. He couldn't even smile back, he just leaned in and crashed his mouth against hers, kissing her deeply, forcing those thoughts down again. She kissed him back slowly, only to gently push his face away and look at him.

His eyes wandered over her flushed cheeks, her own eyes shining bright in the dim light of the cabin. Without another word, she untangled her legs from around his waist and slowly slipped off him, and where he felt a sudden cold streak rushing through his limbs and his twitching cock, she felt empty without him, but wouldn't admit to it. As much as she needed him as close as possible, she also needed to rest as much as he did.

With her hands still on his shoulders, she stood in front of him, her legs trembling and twitching, their combined juices dripping down her thighs. He gently grabbed her waist and pulled her flush against him, his drooping length pressing into her stomach as he leaned down to kiss her softly. She sighed against him as she looked up at him from under her lashes. Another smile grazed her lips, and this time, he smiled back, watching her closely, looking for any sign of darkness trying to push past her happiness.

His dark eyes were intense as he looked at her, and she felt her knees shaking just meeting his gaze. Her hands moved up his neck until she gently caressed his hard face. The smile faded on his lips, and she knew he was brooding over whatever they should do next, how he could keep distracting her, but she couldn't ignore the fact that the day kept moving around them, hours passed, the sun crawled over the treetops, and eventually they would have to go back.

But not yet. She cupped his face and pulled him down to her before she captured his lips for a deep kiss that kept her occupied for a few more minutes, until she leaned away with another sigh and slipped from his embrace to walk back to the fireplace and her clothes. She heard him exhale loudly as she got dressed again, knowing he was doing the same behind her as the quiet clink of his belt buckle rang in her ears.

“Nebbia.” His soft voice pushed through her thoughts as she zipped up her shorts. Slowly she turned around, finding him fully dressed, slowly walking towards her.

She grabbed his hand and shook her head, squeezing his long fingers as she looked up at him. There was something in his tone that made her anxious. She knew he wanted to talk about what they were going to do about the threat lingering on the edge of the forest, but she couldn't do it. Not yet. Not now. “Hey, can you show me the train tracks now?”

He tilted his head, chewing on his raw lips. “If you wish,” he replied after a moment of contemplating her words. She smiled at him before she dragged him after her out of the dusty cabin and back under the canopy of the trees, the warm breeze making her long hair fly as they walked around the derelict structure, deeper into the woods.

With the birds singing softly around them, Nebbia felt herself relaxing again. Holding Sebastian's hand, she brought it to her lips and kissed it softly as she looked at him. “Thanks for distracting me,” she whispered.

He gave her a dark grimace. “Anytime, darling,” he replied quietly, and she felt her heart beating faster at the sound of his voice. Her eyes wandered over his hard profile, and when she almost tripped over a root on the ground, he caught her with his other hand, and as soon as she was in his arms again, she leaned up and pressed her lips to his jaw until he tilted his head down and captured them with his own, kissing her deeply.

They never made it to the train tracks as yet another urge grew stronger between them. Her carefree laughter echoed through the underbrush when he pulled her down onto a patch of soft moss, their limbs entangling as their hands roamed the other's body feverishly, minds already occupied with more primal needs.

In their heated endeavor none of them noticed the shadow moving between the trees, keeping an observing eye on the two lovers that shouldn't be.

← CHAPTER 3 - // - CHAPTER 5 →

End notes: Ah, how refreshing, finally a good old smut scene again after all that trauma. How long will the idyll last? Well, heh, you probably know the answer to that.

Thanks for reading and sticking to it, even though it's not your typical Sebastian smut story!

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(MODERN AU) In Your Care - 3

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!mc x m!oc Genre: Angst/Smut/Drama // Words: 3.9k // [READ ON AO3]

Synopsis: After months of enduring the most vile things her new foster family put her through, Nebbia finds herself at the end of the road, and there is only one way out - a decision that connects her even more to Sebastian.

WARNINGS: NSFW! MDNI! Explicit sexual content! Psychological trauma! Panic attacks! Sexual abuse/domestic violence! Forbidden foster siblings relations! Horny and damaged teenagers! Murder/Death! (Original characters!)

NOTES: This is chapter 3 of my AU series IN YOUR CARE (see Ch1 and Ch2). It's set in modern times, there's no magic, just life in its most cruel form. In this chapter we go even deeper down the drain, so to speak, so please look very closely at the warning tags! Proceed at your own risk!

← CHAPTER 2 - // - CHAPTER 4 →

“Nebbia!”

The voice carried through the haze clouding her panicked mind as she kept running, her legs trembling from exertion and hysteria while hot tears streamed down her numb cheeks. Her lips were tingling painfully with every rapid breath she took.

“Wait! Please!”

She didn't stop, stumbling forwards, onto the open road, over it, almost tripping over a fallen branch before she reached the woods beyond and hastily rushed through the underbrush, not caring about twigs and thorns scratching up her skin, clinging to her clothes. She just wanted to get away. Far, far away.

But suddenly there was a hand brushing against her arm, and she yelped and ran faster, but the unexpected touch made her tumble, and with a helpless cry she fell forwards, ready to meet the ground, until two arms wrapped around her and pulled her back against a warm chest.

She kicked and whimpered as the momentum of her flight and the other body pushing against her made her legs give way, and she slipped to her knees, crying mercilessly as her mind gave up. The body behind her held her tighter, shushing her soothingly, and she only finally relaxed when she heard his voice right in her ear, his warm breath ghosting her skin.

“It's alright, love, I'm here. It's just me. It's okay...”

She let out a noise that was something between a hysterical sob and a relieved gurgle, and in the next moment she turned slightly and threw her arms around Sebastian's neck. He immediately grabbed her firmer, his strong arms squeezing her panic right out of her, or so she hoped.

He shifted to sit on his knees and pulled her onto his lap, burying his face in her hair as she pressed her head against his neck, her tears flowing freely as she squeezed her eyes shut and lay still in his arms. His deep breaths calmed her, slowly, and after a long moment of her quietly sobbing and the noises of the woods surrounding them, she felt her heart beating slower again.

“What happened?” he asked quietly, moving his hand over her back in relaxing circles.

She inhaled sharply, still not able to speak, let alone voice the thing that had made her spiral right out of control in the first place. She had feared this might happen, for two years she had been dreading the day, and even though she had been distracted by her new life, it had always been in the back of her mind. Taking another shuddering breath, she pressed her lips to his warm neck, his scent and feel filling her senses.

“I... I can't...” she stammered, sniffling helplessly, unable to say it out loud.

He exhaled loudly and pressed her closer to his chest. “Okay,” he whispered. “Take your time, it's alright...”

She kissed his neck again in response and forced herself to focus on him, feeling his warm body wrapped around hers, his soft breath making her hair fly and her skin tingle, his low voice vibrating soothingly through her head, as she grabbed the back of his shirt tightly and inhaled deeply. But before she could finally find the words to describe why she had panicked, she heard him whisper:

“It's him, isn't it? The new kid they brought here today?”

A gasp slipped from her lips and he squeezed her even tighter upon hearing it. “Yes,” she muttered into his neck, her wet cheek leaning on his shoulder.

“He's the one who –”

She twitched in his embrace, a sudden jerk rushing through her body like an electric shock. Her hands dug into his shirt, almost ripping it. Her mind was flooded with images then, and she was unable to suppress them anymore. Her heart tightened as she felt a new wave of hysteria crashing over her, along with all those memories of nightly visits, painful encounters, spiteful words and actions, of being used and abused and treated as if she was nothing but a toy.

Voices crept into her head, crude and vulgar, deceivingly praising and covertly degrading. Her skin was crawling, her lips tingling badly, her face felt numb as she sobbed and whimpered, her breaths short and ragged. And while she was caught in her worst nightmare that had once been real, she felt two hands on her cold face.

“Nebbia! Look at me!” Her eyes fluttered open, more tears spilling from her lashes as she met the warm gaze of two brown eyes, eyebrows furrowed in concern, jaw clenched empathically, and she felt her lips trembling even more and hiccoughs shaking her small form. “Shh, it's alright,” Sebastian continued, looking at her intently, holding her face until the tingling sensation subsided slowly. “I'm here, okay? I won't let anything happen to you!”

She blinked quickly, her vision blurry, but gradually, she could focus on his freckled face again, her eyes moving over his handsome features, and as she started counting the tiny dots on his cheeks, she felt herself relaxing again, her lungs and stomach aching. She pressed her lips together and took deep breaths through her nose, and he nodded at her encouragingly.

“Deep breaths, yes, you're good, you'll be fine,” he whispered, watching her closely, his fingertips slipping into her hair as his thumbs caressed her wet cheeks. It wasn't the first time he had seen her like this, and even though she felt embarrassed for reacting so strongly, for being unable to control herself, she felt safe with him, calming down more and more, knowing that he wouldn't judge her. “Breathe in,” he instructed quietly, his dark eyes on her the entire time. “And breathe out...”

She followed the rhythm he provided, and while getting lost in his gaze, the tremors of her body stopped eventually, and she closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. He let go of her face and pulled her against him, both arms wrapped tightly around her as she relaxed in his grip, feeling boneless and spent, but in a totally different way than she normally would have felt when using those adjectives.

“What... is he doing here?” she whispered after a long moment of silence, with only the birds singing around them and the wind making the treetops sway and rustle.

“I don't know,” he replied hoarsely, exhaling loudly. “But he won't be staying here, I won't let him. We have to tell them...”

She winced. “No... we can't... please...”

“Why not?” he said with a defiance that made her gasp against him. “Please, Nebbia, if they knew what that arsehole did to you, they wouldn't bring him here in the first place, orphan or not! They can't take in everyone!”

“They took us in,” she whispered barely audible. “And we might even be worse...”

“No, we're not,” he said resolutely. “We're fighters, we escaped on our own, we chose life instead of hell! You did the right thing, Nebbia! There was no other way you could have escaped that awful place!”

“I doubt he'll see it the same way...” she croaked, taking a shuddering breath. “When it was me... who made him an orphan...”

“He should be lucky you spared him,” he said through gritted teeth. “I know I wouldn't have...”

She leaned against him, her fingers digging into his shirt as another wave of memories flooded her senses. Yet she was too exhausted to fall into a new panic attack as she remembered the fatal day where everything had been too much.

Two years earlier

She was aching, her entire body sore and itching. The night had been another one of James' experiments, and she could still feel the vibrations of the various toys he had tested on her. Her knees were shaking as she stumbled through the kitchen in the dim light of the moon pouring through the dirty windows. She was so thirsty, her head was near exploding and her lips chapped so badly she tasted blood.

Luckily he had fallen asleep right after using her, and she had slipped from her room with his cum still leaking from her hurting ass. She hadn't bothered putting on panties, she didn't even care that she dripped all over the floor. Almost mindlessly, barely able to think straight, she tumbled through the dark house, passing closed doors and rumbling snores, until she leaned heavily against the kitchen sink, opened the faucet and poured cold water over her hot face and into her dry mouth.

Completely lost in the soothing sensation as she felt it running down her hurting throat, she didn't notice the footsteps until it was too late. Suddenly two big hands grabbed her bare ass and squeezed tightly, she yelped in surprise but was pushed back over the sink, her stomach pressed hard into the edge of the counter.

“What a nice surprise,” a low, raspy voice, slow but menacing, grunted behind her, and she whimpered helplessly. “I see he's prepared you already, huh, sweetheart?”

She struggled but couldn't fight it when she felt a thick finger pressing past the tight ring of muscles, the wet squelching sound almost as nauseating as the stench of alcohol drifting towards her as she was pulled up by another hand grabbing her throat. She gasped and whined as she saw the burly body of her foster father pressed against hers. His finger was still lodged inside her ass, moving lazily in and out, pushing his son's cum deeper. A wail escaped her, and she grabbed at his hairy arm, fingernails scratching over his skin.

“Please...” she whimpered, knowing it wouldn't help, but despite it all, she couldn't just give in, there was still that tiny voice that told her to endure, the day would come, sooner than she thought. Where it all ended.

He grunted and pulled his finger out, wiping it clean on her thigh. “Shut up,” he growled, and the hand holding her throat squeezed it tightly. “My turn now...” He slurred his words, and his stance wasn't as steady, but when he pushed her forwards forcefully, over the sink again, she cried out in pain while his sweaty hands roamed her body until they grabbed her hips with an iron grip. He forced her legs apart with one knee, and while she squirmed, he stepped closer, and she could feel his erection pressing against her inner thigh.

Her hands closed around the edge of the sink as she gritted her teeth, silent tears streaming down her face. Closing her eyes, she tried to disassociate, forcing her mind away to better places, but there was only darkness, and when he pressed his dick into her tight hole, the darkness turned bright red as she wailed loudly.

He didn't even care to silence her this time, he just rutted into her like a feral dog, grunting and growling, stretching her muscles painfully, and luckily for her he was done quickly, without his son's youth and stamina, and when he came inside her, he groaned deeply, then stumbled back, slipped out and wiped his leaking cock between her ass cheeks before slapping them violently.

She cried out, her body trembling, her insides convulsing. He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her up before he brought his face to her ear, his hot breath reeking of alcohol while the stench of sweat assaulted her nostrils.

“Thanks, honey,” he rasped and slapped her ass once more before he let her go and walked away, leaving her to slip down to the ground, where she remained, curling up helplessly, sobs and tremors shaking her tiny form.

She had no idea how long she stayed in the fetal position, barely able to breathe through her tears, while the house around her remained threateningly silent. The moonlight moved over the dirty floor, and she watched it out of burning eyes, feeling dirty and empty and yet...

Her mind was racing, that voice keeping her company, corrupting her with images of past events and future happenings. “They will never stop,” it whispered to her. “Unless you make them stop...”

“Make them stop,” she repeated quietly, barely audible, her eyelids heavy and the movements of her limbs sluggish as she finally uncurled and crawled forwards, reaching for the cupboard under the sink. Her shaking hands knocked over various bottles until her fingers closed around one with a large skull and bones symbol on it. “Make them... stop...” she whispered as she picked up the rat poison.

It had been too easy, really. Too easy and yet not good enough.

With the encouraging voice inside her head and a determination to finally be free, she had started preparing dinner, cutting old vegetables that seemed ironically fitting for what she had planned, still basked in moonlight, covered in sweat and other juices, her muscles aching and her lungs hurting, but her heart had beaten fast and strong as the plan had made her come back alive slowly.

Once the stew was done, she had emptied the entire bottle into the broth, shaking with anticipation as she imagined them eating it, choking on it, dying from it. The image helped her forwards as she returned to her room, finding James still sprawled on her bed, sleeping deeply, and she had stared at him for a moment, wondering if she should end it right here, right now.

But she knew he was a light sleeper, and smothering him with a pillow was not a good idea in her exhausted state, no matter how much she wanted it, he was still stronger than her. He had proven that time and time again. So she exhaled loudly and lay down on the floor, cuddled into the pile of laundry until she fell asleep somehow.

The next hours were a blur.

Through the fog in her head she woke up to a foot nudging her thigh. She stirred, groaning under the aching of her body as she rolled around, looking up out of hooded eyes. James stood over her, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Get up, princess,” he said with a growl, tilting his head. “Let's get some food, Ma made stew.”

His words immediately caused her insides to ignite. She sat up quickly, rubbing her eyes, and when he grabbed her elbow to pull her up she let out a pained grunt. He gave her another nudge.

“Put on my favorite dress,” he told her, pointing to the yellow sundress he had bought her a few weeks ago. It was crinkly and probably still covered in dried cum because he made her wear it so often, loving to take her in it, no matter where they were.

He watched her get dressed, a hungry glint in his cold gray eyes. But she didn't care about his lustful gazes or vulgar thoughts, she was solely focused on the fact that her plan was unfolding. And suddenly she was afraid. She wanted to be free of these people, but was she really able to let this happen?

Was she able to kill them?

James ushered her into the kitchen and made her sit at the round table where she met the drowsy gaze of her foster father, while his wife stood by the stove and stirred the stew Nebbia had made that night. She looked confused, probably wondering why she couldn't remember making it but seeing her dilated pupils, the flustered girl knew that woman was high on drugs still or already again, so it didn't really matter.

Sitting awkwardly at the table, a rather rare occurrence in this household but nobody seemed to mind it much, she shifted in her seat uncomfortably, both from the aching in her lower body and the panic eating away at her already frayed nerves. She didn't flinch when she felt not one, but two hands on her thighs as father and son stared at her, thinking back to the things they did to her last night and all the nights and days before. And seeing their leering faces, she grew determined that this was the only way out.

Pressing her lips together, she endured, waiting, waiting, almost going insane waiting, until the large pot was put down in the middle of the table, steam and strange odors coming from it. “Dig in,” her foster mother slurred and put a large ladle into the broth, and she watched in absolute tension how they all filled their plates while she sat there and wondered where she had put the empty rat poison bottle.

Cold sweat made it to her forehead, and her breaths grew quicker as her foster parents started eating with no care in the world, while James raised his spoon before suddenly stopping, looking at her.

“Come on, eat,” he told her, nudging her elbow. She stared at the steaming liquid on her own plate, when another voice croaked in the back of her mind.

“Let's just end it,” it whispered encouragingly, like a promise, a hand stretched out to grab and be pulled into eternal darkness. It was so tempting, and frankly, if the boy next to her would urge her to eat, she would probably have done it, but a sudden gurgle made her gasp and look up.

On the other side of the table sat her foster mother, holding her throat, gagging badly. “Ma!” James exclaimed and stood up quickly, and Nebbia was thrown out of her stupor and into action herself.

She jumped up and ran, not turning back, not looking back, as more gurgles and groans and grunts filled the kitchen, then heavy bodies thudding to the floor and desperate cries of a son seeing his parents suffer and die right in front of him.

Nebbia felt tears in her eyes, but she kept moving, through the house, out of the door, pushed forwards by guilt and the growing urge to be free, to get away, to finally leave the hell that had almost destroyed her. The more steps she took, the better she could breathe, yet her vision was blurry as she stumbled along the empty road, dragging her bare feet over the asphalt.

Suddenly the sound of sirens cut through the air, and an ambulance rushed past her, back towards the house at the edge of town.

She kept going, her legs aching, her body tense, her face wet, with no idea where she should even go. Exhaustion washed over her and she tripped, falling to her knees and scraping them, but the pain barely registered in her clouded mind. She was about to get back up, when a car horn made her jump and yelp in shock. Bleary eyes moved up, and she saw a man and a woman looking at her through the open window of a truck that had stopped beside her, blocking her from oncoming traffic.

“Nebbia?” the woman asked, her voice kind and soft, and she frowned deeply. She didn't know why she felt the need to trust her, but she somehow did, and when she nodded, the woman smiled at her.

She didn't even ask why she knew her name, she felt too numb to think anything at this point. A car door was opened, and she saw another person sitting on the backseat, beckoning her closer. A boy, older than her, with the blackest eyes she had ever seen. He gave her a smirk, and she felt herself blushing. Yet she didn't move immediately, only when the woman was suddenly next to her, looking at her almost motherly (not that she knew how that would look like, but it felt right, soothing), she stirred in her stupor.

“We have to go, Nebbia,” she told her. “It's not safe here...”

She stared up at the strange woman, barely taking in her features as she was already gently shoved onto the backseat. The voices inside her head grew louder, some protesting, some warning, some giving in. Some wanting to tell that lady that it hadn't been safe here for months. But she didn't say anything out loud, just complied and sat down next to the boy on the backseat.

He looked almost as disheveled and dirty as she did, as if he had been living on the streets or also in a negligent household, and somehow seeing someone else like her made her feel better. He smiled at her, and she felt her swollen lips twitching.

“I'm Ryan, by the way,” he said as the woman got back in the car, and the man started driving away. Nebbia nodded at him, shy and disturbed, but drawn to his dark eyes. “You're lucky we found you.”

“Ryan, shh!” the woman said from the front and put a finger to her lips.

The boy shrugged, but kept his eyes on Nebbia who felt even smaller in the big seat of the truck. Her confused gaze wandered past the leathery interior, and she realized they were driving right by the house she had just left, and she pressed her lips together to not make a sound as she noticed the flashing lights of the ambulance and a cop car in the driveway.

Breathing quicker through her nose, she looked away and stared at her trembling hands in her lap. “It's okay, it's over,” the boy next to her whispered, and she looked up in surprise. “You're safe now.”

She frowned at him, but he only smiled, and to this day she had no idea how they had even found her, why at that particular moment, if it was coincidence or planned a long time ago, and she wondered why they didn't come sooner, before she had to go through all of this. Yet her anger soon faded, and she felt more and more at ease, even though she had no idea who these people were, but the more distance they put between her and that awful house, the freer she felt, the better she could breathe.

Whatever lay ahead, it couldn't get any worse.

And luckily for her, she finally, after so many years of hardships and months of abuse, finally found a home that welcomed her with open arms, with smiles and kind words, and for two long years she felt safe, was able to grow and prosper, live a normal life with new friends, she even found love and successfully worked through her trauma, or so she thought.

Because she might have been able to rid the world of two abusive and negligent people who would no longer take in innocent kids to leech off the money the government would give them, but she hadn't managed to destroy the last danger that threatened to pull her down into the abyss all over again.

And fate was apparently a very cruel mistress to bring the same danger right into the safe haven she had called home. But luckily for her, there were still other forces in her favor because this time she wasn't alone anymore. She wouldn't be facing the threat on her own, she was no longer the silently enduring kid, she had grown, not necessarily in height, but in strength and willpower, in the desire to live and keep living, and nothing would be standing in her way.

Or so Nebbia hoped as she lay trembling in Sebastian's arms, still recovering from the wave of panic attacks a single look from those cold gray eyes had caused in her. And she couldn't even imagine what actually meeting James again would be like.

← CHAPTER 2 - // - CHAPTER 4 →

End notes: What do I even say to this? All I can say is: I am sorry and I hope you know this is fiction, in its darkest form, but still not real, no matter how realistic it may seem. I am sorry if I caused you any discomfort, believe me, it was hard to write as well.

Nebbia's trauma is now told and it can only go up from here. Right? Yes! (Maybe... probably.) It will, there will be a happy ending, sort of. We need to have darkness to enjoy the light!

Thank you for reading this, despite its twisted nature!

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(MODERN AU) In Your Care - 2

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!mc x m!oc Genre: Angst/Smut/Drama // Words: 4.6k // [READ ON AO3]

Synopsis: Before living together with Sebastian, Nebbia had been handed around many times, moving from foster home to foster home, never finding anyone to take proper care of her. Until she met James. Yet he took care of her in a way she never expected and definitely never wanted.

WARNINGS: NSFW! MDNI! Explicit sexual content (anal, noncon)! Psychological trauma! Sexual abuse/domestic violence! Forbidden foster siblings relations! Horny and damaged teenagers! (Original characters!)

NOTES: This is chapter 2 of my AU series IN YOUR CARE (here is chapter 1). It's set in modern times, there's no magic, just life in its most miserable form. This chapter in particular is very dark, please look very closely at the warning tags! Proceed at your own risk!

← CHAPTER 1 - // - CHAPTER 3 →

Two years earlier

“Why are you crying, baby girl?”

His voice was low and mocking, with a dangerous edge to it, only accentuating the vile things he did to her as he straddled her thighs and kept forcing his cock deeper into her virgin ass.

“Does it hurt?”

She whimpered helplessly beneath him, tears streaming down her face, her noises muffled by the hand pressing her cheek into the bed. Suddenly he leaned down, his entire weight on her back, his hot breath close to her ear.

“It should hurt, princess, so you'll never forget me,” he rasped with a groan as he pushed deeper still, coaxing a pained squeal out of her that he quickly muffled by pushing two of his fingers into her mouth. She gasped around them, saliva dripping from her raw lips.

Her body shuddered, pain coursing through every nerve, not even the vibrating egg he had shoved into her tight pussy was helping with the discomfort. It was thrumming inside her, and her walls did their all to hold it painfully tight, like all her muscles that had clenched the moment he had sneaked into her room that night.

It wasn't his first nightly visit, and it probably wouldn't be the last either. Ever since she had come into this house, Nebbia had been doomed. At first it were the lustful gazes of her new foster father, and barely a week after she had moved in, her new 'brother' would welcome her into the family by slipping under the covers with her, always pressing his hard erection against her ass.

The first time she had been overwhelmed by it all, had tried to fight but had quickly noticed how much stronger the sixteen-year-old boy was. He had pressed his hand on her mouth while he had groped her small breasts, looking at her as if he had wanted to devour her. She had grabbed his wrists, sank her nails into his skin, but it had only made it worse.

His slap had pushed all willpower out of her immediately, the burning sting too much to handle. Crying soundlessly she had let him grope her, his big hands running over her body and slipping under her clothes, gripping her so tightly she'd had bruises all over the next day. That first night had been a 'promise', a show of his strength and willingness to do anything with her. “You're mine to play with now,” he had whispered into her ear as he had stroked her through her panties.

The following nights came and so did he, all over her naked chest after ripping off her shirt as he had sat on her pelvis and had stroked his cock right in front of her while she had been unable to move or do anything but look as he held her wrists with his free hand above her head. “Look at you,” he had growled as his cum had spurted out of his tip and onto her breasts and chin, and she had merely flinched when it had hit her face. “You like this, don't you? This attention?”

She didn't, she hadn't, she never would. But she was too afraid of him to deny or confirm anything, only the tears and the goosebumps rippling over her skin had been proof of how he was affecting her.

Weeks, months passed, and while she tried to adjust to her new 'life', she had found herself spiraling into the dark abyss with each passing day. Becoming worse in school, completely sinking into herself, not letting anyone close despite her need to befriend literally anyone because she was the new kid in a new town and it would have been a little better if she wouldn't be completely alone in this hell she was living in. But after blocking them off one too many times, nobody cared anymore, and she was left to rot in her new reality.

And the more time passed, the less strength she had in her to speak up, to find anyone and tell them about her horrible living conditions. And it wasn't just the nightly visits: she was being completely neglected. She barely ate because no one was cooking, and she mostly lived off stale bread and tap water while her foster parents were either too drunk or too high to even notice her, burning the money they got for taking her in the moment it arrived at their doorstep.

Unfortunately for her, it would be way worse once they did notice her, her foster father in particular. Now it wasn't just their son sneaking into her room at night, it was the older man too, openly groping her ass or breasts in the kitchen when she would do some necessary cleaning, or slapping them or her, or saying lewd things to her while opening another beer can. His wife would sit on the couch next to him and never say anything, too high on drugs and barely there most of the time, while her husband would pull Nebbia onto his lap, slipping a hand between her thighs.

And she endured, unable to fight back, having been slapped too many times, afraid the drunk man would do even worse things to her. Whenever his son would catch him playing with 'his girl', he would come into her room that following night and repay her in full, making sure she would remember his hands on her and not his old man's.

This night he came with a special surprise.

She had managed to fall asleep after another tumultuous day, crying herself to sleep like usual, when he had sneaked into her room and slowly pulled the covers off her body. When she woke up, she felt drowsy, barely awake as he started to remove her clothes one piece after the other. He had gentle hands when it mattered, like when he didn't want to wake her. She was awake now and felt every single touch, but she chose to keep her eyes closed and not show him how scared and uncomfortable she was.

Once he was done undressing her, he rolled her fully onto her back, his big hands on her hips, gently squeezing, his thumbs caressing her hipbones, and she already knew he was taking in the sight. He'd done it many times before. Just watching her, looking her over with hungry eyes, before he'd use his hands to explore every bump and hollow of her body.

She breathed deeply, pretended to not notice anything, to not care, hoping he would just leave again if she wouldn't engage in his twisted games. But she should have known better, he was only getting started.

She felt his hands running down her thighs, his thumbs teasing between them, slowly pushing them apart. A shudder rushed through her body, and she clenched her jaw to not make a sound. He paused then, probably watching her, waiting for a sign that she was awake, but when she kept up the charade, he continued, his fingers moving back up her inner thighs until they teased at her folds.

He shifted on the bed, his weight pushing the mattress down slightly when he knelt down beside her, his bare legs pressing against hers. His skin felt warm against her own, and another shiver jerked through her limbs. She couldn't help it, her breaths became quicker, more panicked. Even more so when he rubbed his palm over her mound, teasing her clit with a strong but gentle touch.

“I know you're awake, princess,” he suddenly whispered, his voice low and breathy. She visibly flinched at the sound. Then his hand was on her jaw, index finger and thumb pressing into her cheeks, and her eyes fluttered open with a gasp. His face was close enough to smell the alcohol on his breath. Like father, like son. She swallowed hard and met his gaze, trying to hold it despite the fear that his close proximity caused her.

He gave her a teasing grin before he let go of her face and brought a finger to his lips, indicating her to stay quiet. She pressed her lips together, her chest rising and falling fast. He watched her intently as he moved his hand between her breasts and down her stomach until he slid his fingers right through her folds, a constant up and down motion that she couldn't help but react to.

“Oh, so wet for me,” he rasped, licking his lips as he swiped his finger through her slick, only so much as teasing her throbbing clit. “What a good little girl you are...”

She furrowed her eyebrows, slightly squirming against his touch. His eyes narrowed and he slowly withdrew his fingers and brought them up to her face. Without another word he pushed them against her compressed lips and forced them into her mouth, and she gasped at the smell and taste of herself on his fingertips. He stared at her when he pushed them deeper into her mouth, and she writhed and tried to turn her head away before he put his free hand on her forehead and held her in place.

Her eyes widened. “Just lick and I'll let you go,” he promised darkly and pressed his fingers onto her tongue. She did, reluctantly, more out of reflex than want or obedience, as she swirled her tongue against his wet fingers, licking up her own juices, forcing herself not to gag from how deep he pushed in. He watched her, licking his lips as she licked his fingers clean. “Now suck on them,” he told her quietly. “Hollow your cheeks and suck.”

Letting out a strained sob, she complied, following his instructions, with her eyes watering and her breaths shallow. Eventually he pulled his hand back and wiped his saliva coated fingers on her cheek before slapping it playfully.

“Good girl,” he teased and leaned back up, grabbing something he put down earlier. She watched him with her lips parted and trembling, spit dripping down her chin. He produced a small pink object that reminded her of an egg in shape and size, but there was a string attached to it.

Before she could take a closer look, he rolled the thing between his fingers and then pushed it against her wet folds, and as a surprised gasp escaped her, he looked up, smirking darkly, continuing to swipe the object through her slick before he pressed it against her entrance, watching her every reaction as his fingers forced it past the resistance of her clenching pussy.

She squirmed, and he grabbed her hip with his other hand and pushed her down forcefully at the same time as he pushed the egg deeper into her tight channel. She let out a strained groan as she felt her walls basically swallowing the item as they clenched around it, but it got even worse when she saw his fingers moving along the string attached to the toy, and when he squeezed the other end, she almost jerked off the bed as a sudden jolt rushed through her body.

He was quick to press his hand to her mouth as she let out a surprised yelp when she felt the egg starting to vibrate inside her. The sensation was like nothing she had ever felt before, it shook her limbs, thrummed through her insides, made her pussy clench and unclench against the foreign object, and all she could do was writhe against his hold. She stared at him out of wide eyes, tears falling from her lashes, but he only grinned menacingly.

While she was still battling the feelings this egg coaxed out of her, he was suddenly grabbing her shoulders and rolled her around until she was lying on her stomach, head turned so she could still see him out of the corner of her eye, her breath hitching in her throat as he moved her arms to lie stiff beside her, and when he would climb on top of her, straddling her thighs with his knees pressing onto her wrists to keep her in place, she let out a series of whimpers.

He leaned over her, folding his body to hers until his hot breath ghosted her neck, his hands propped on either side of her head. She could feel his erection pressing against her ass, and the thought alone of what he could be doing to her made goosebumps ripple over her skin like waves.

“I wanna try something new tonight, princess,” he breathed against her ear. “And I'm sure you'll love it...”

She inhaled sharply and furrowed her eyebrows, highly doubting that would be the case. A quiet yelp escaped her when she felt his tongue licking up and down the shell of her ear until he sank his teeth lightly into her earlobe, the sudden sting almost distracting her from the ever vibrating egg inside her pussy that was slowly relaxing her muscles, making her juices flow freely and the tension within her stomach grow with every thrum.

With his hands on her shoulders, he leaned back up, his cock rubbing between her ass cheeks as he did so. Her mind was racing but unable to form any coherent thought as fear seemed to paralyze her entire body. She was breathing loudly through her nose, her lips pressed together tightly, as she watched him out of the corner of her eye but she couldn't see what exactly he was doing, she felt it.

Something cold and wet trickled down her crack and over her puckered hole, the sensation causing her to writhe against him. Then she felt his hands on her soft flesh, kneading and massaging it, spreading the liquid all over her ass before moving right towards the tight ring of muscles. When she realized what he was doing, it was already too late. He pushed a finger into it, and she let out a strained grunt. His other hand was on her face then, pressing her into the bed, keeping her quiet.

“Come on, baby girl, relax! It'll be an experience you won't forget for a long time,” he whispered, his voice breathy and excited, the tone only making her squirm more against him. She heard him take a shuddering breath before a moan ripped from his throat. “Ahh, just imagine... my thick cock in your tight asshole... stretching you... filling you up... how warm it must be... fuck,” he added with a grunt and pushed his finger deeper. “Look how you already clench around my finger, so tightly, so strong...”

Suddenly he pulled his finger out, and she whimpered, only to release a series of high-pitched noises into his palm as he slapped her ass cheeks with a force that throbbed through her entire body. More tears spilled from her lashes, and she whined quietly as he kept spanking her until she felt her skin tightening and burning. She barely noticed when he stopped, the pain crashing through her nerves, and when he poured some more of this liquid onto her irritated skin and started to rub it in almost gently, she wailed helplessly.

He kept his hand tightly pressed to her mouth. “Oh how I wish I could hear those noises unfiltered... you have such a lovely voice, princess,” he whispered as he rubbed his palm over her bruised cheeks before he moved it down between them and teased at her tight hole once more. Her mind was blank as she realized she couldn't do anything against him, not with how he pinned her to the bed and held her tightly.

His finger pushed into her again, just a short stab, as deep as he could push it before he pulled it out, only to replace it with two fingers, repeating the motion until he had three fingers deep inside her ass, stretching her hole relentlessly. She whined into his hand that had closed around her jaw like a vice. Breathing erratically, her heart thundering in her chest, she braced for whatever he had planned next, not realizing that she shouldn't have been so tense for it only made everything worse.

He shifted on top of her, leaning his weight on her cheek and pressing her into the bed while he pushed his other hand beneath her and lifted her hips slightly, his fingers teasing her throbbing clit before he seemed to fumble with the string attached to the vibrating egg. She heard the click of a button and suddenly her hips stuttered and jerked against his groin as the vibrations inside her had increased painfully.

Shrieking into his hand, her muffled noises barely audible over the thrumming of the toy inside her, she pressed her eyes shut, unable to fight him anymore, not that she ever stood a chance in the first place. His breathy groans echoed through the dark room as a wet fapping sound joined his noises, and she could only assume he was preparing his cock for its maiden voyage into her tight ass, a thought that hadn't really registered inside her clouded mind until he actually pressed his warm tip against her tight hole.

With the relentless vibrations of the egg inside her clenching pussy, her other muscles seemed slightly confused what to do, even more so when something girthy pushed against them, slowly forcing its way into her tightness. He grunted, and she squealed, the pressure quickly overwhelming her as she felt shudders rushing through her body along with uncontrollable twitches of her limbs that made her kick her feet behind him, about the only motion she was able to do.

“Fuck, you're tighter than I expected,” he groaned, shifting on top of her again, slowly inching deeper while she wailed and squirmed. “But you feel so good wrapped around my cock,” he breathed, “you have no idea...”

She had an idea that she didn't feel good at all as he invaded spaces he really shouldn't invade in the first place. It felt wrong and painful as he stretched her muscles more and more to make his girth fit into her tiny body. Biting her lip hard enough to draw blood, she writhed and whimpered, tears streaming down her face.

“Why are you crying, baby girl? Does it hurt?”

With a deep grunt he leaned over her, his weight shifting on top of her, forcing him further into her tight hole, as he brought his lips to her ear, brushing against it, before he whispered darkly:

“It should hurt, princess, so you'll never forget me.”

And she knew she never would as his hips snapped forwards and drove his length deeper into her ass until she felt his balls slapping against her folds, teasing the toy lodged inside her pussy, and all the sensations at once made her scream loudly into his hand, her body spasming beneath him, fighting the intrusion, the weight on her, the relentless stimulation, the agonizing pain crashing over her, but in the end all she could do was succumb to whatever was happening.

A strained moan escaped her as he bottomed out and rested there for a moment, his body heavy on hers while he pushed his fingers into her mouth, lazily moving them in and out until she had to gag around them when he hit the back of her throat. With a deep sigh, he released her mouth, strands of saliva stretching from her trembling lips to his hand as she coughed roughly. He leaned on her, cradling his arms around her head, his cheek pressed against hers. His heavy breaths equaled hers.

“You love this, don't you?” he rasped, his voice so low it caused more goosebumps to ripple over her skin. “Come on, say it, say 'I love this, James',” he added, stroking her hair as he ground his hips against her slowly.

She sniffled helplessly, barely able to breathe under his weight and the pressure filling her up. “I... I... h-h-hate this... James...” she managed to croak out under her breath. “H-hate... y-you...” Despite the pain and the vulnerability of the situation, she couldn't help but focus on the strongest emotion coursing through her mind, hoping to distract herself from the pulsing of the toy and the stretch of her muscles.

He inhaled sharply and leaned back quickly, only to grab her neck and pull her upwards slightly, bending her body in a way it shouldn't be bent. Both of his hands were around her throat, squeezing angrily. She gasped, struggling in his hold, her hands still pinned beneath his knees.

“You really shouldn't have said that,” he growled as he shifted on top of her, his thighs pressing against her sides as he held her in place until he noticed the unnatural curve of her spine and simply let go again, making her fall face first into the bed. She cried out, momentarily blinded by yet another pain, but he wasn't done yet.

His hands grabbed her hips, fingers digging into her skin, bruising it mercilessly, as he leaned up slightly, taking his weight off her thighs only to push back down rapidly, and with that motion he moved inside her tight ass, his thick cock scraping along her muscles, creating a burning friction that made her wail into the mattress as she instinctively muffled her own sounds.

He increased his pace, his grunts and groans mixing with her whines and whimpers as he drove his length in and out, each thrust shuddering through her entire body. The egg kept vibrating, and she barely felt it moving within her, pushed into her clenching walls by his deep plunges from the other side until it thrummed right against her g-spot, and she cried out loudly, her hips stuttering against him, involuntarily mirroring his movements, desperately rutting against the sheets as he kept rutting into her.

Her lips parted and her face contorted in a mixture of pain and pleasure, strangely enough, as she was driven higher and higher into the blissful void, and she wanted it, wanted it to feel good again, wanted it so badly. The tension in her stomach built and built, every single stimulation only adding to the sensation, from the toy in her pussy to his cock fucking her open to his hands holding her tightly, she was quickly and completely overwhelmed by it all, and when she came, her hips lifted off the bed as much as they could with how he trapped her beneath him, and her release squirted out of her uncontrollably, staining the bed and coating her sweaty skin.

He grunted as he felt her orgasmic contractions and moved his hands from her hips to her chest, snaking his long fingers around to grab at her breasts while she still convulsed beneath him, her mouth hanging open and her eyes rolled back in nothing but ecstasy. She barely felt him pinching her hard nipples, she was barely feeling anything anymore.

Yet when she collapsed, her body boneless and limp, even though her muscles kept clenching around the intruders, he held up his steady pace, even increased it, pushing deep and hard into her tight depths, groaning and grunting as he groped her tiny tits, until he gave her one final thrust as he buried himself as deeply as possible, and she felt him twitching, a strained roar falling from his lips while he emptied himself inside her, his hot seed painting her aching muscles, its warmth soothing the burning sensation within.

She let out a long moan, pressing her cheek into the bed as she lay beneath him and let it all happen. He spasmed against her, his cock throbbing inside her, almost as much as the vibrating toy still thrummed inside her quivering cunt. Her eyes fluttered open as she stared ahead in exhaustion and overstimulation, saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth. She was even too weak to cry anymore, only waiting for it all to end.

He eventually let go of her breasts and leaned back up by planting his hands on her lower back, slowing lifting his hips to pull out of her. Her muscles clenched around his twitching cock, milking the last drops of hot cum out of him, until he released her finally, and with a tired grunt he collapsed on top of her, coaxing a pained squeal out of her as all the air left her lungs.

For a moment he just lay on top of her, heavy and sweaty and with his spent cock pressed against her bruised ass cheek. Then he suddenly rolled off her and pulled her with him, pressing her back against his chest as he spooned her, and she let him, unable to move a single muscle as everything started to hurt from the constant strain. She had almost forgotten about the thrumming toy inside her pussy until he moved a hand between her slick thighs and pulled on the string, the sensation of the egg forcing its way back out of her making her let out a series of whimpers.

It left her with a wet pop, leaving her walls clenching around nothing, and when he turned it off, the sudden silence pushed heavy on her ears. He dropped the egg next to her and pressed his hands on her stomach, pulling her closer.

“That wasn't too bad, huh?” he rasped into her ear, his lips brushing against her neck before he planted open-mouthed kisses on her sweaty skin. She squirmed weakly against him. “And trust me, the more we do this, the better it'll be,” he added, softly nibbling on her pulse.

His words made her sob quietly, the threat or promise for more lingering heavily above her, suffocating her, clouding her empty mind with dread and terror. She could feel the painful throbbing of her gaping hole and how his hot seed pumped out of her in thick lumps, the burning sensation of her aching muscles and the tight skin of her bruised ass cheeks reminding her how much she didn't want to do this ever again.

But she didn't have a choice. She knew that, and the realization brought new tears into her eyes. Sobbing quietly while he kept kissing her neck and working hickeys and love bites into her skin as if it was the most normal thing for him after putting her through hell by ravaging her virgin ass like this, she bit her swollen lip, focusing on the sting and taste of the blood as she opened her wound again.

Though in the depths of her dark mind, a tiny voice grew louder, telling her to endure because there might be a chance after all. A tiny chance, a horrible thought, the only way out. If he wouldn't stop, if these people that called themselves her foster family wouldn't stop, she had to make them stop.

And while she lay in James' arms, hurting and exhausted, unable to get away, she imagined how it would be to leave this house, this torture, this hell, and how she could accomplish it. The more she thought about it, the darker her ideas got, but however twisted they might have been, they caused a warm feeling to rush through her guts: a sense of hope amidst her despair.

Present day

Nebbia kept running away from the house, her heart thundering. The sight of James standing in the kitchen she had called home for the last years had been too much. While panic forced her forwards, her mind was flooded by questions she couldn't answer.

What was he doing here? How did he find her? Why now? What did he want?

That last question, however, she did know the answer to: revenge.

← CHAPTER 1 - // - CHAPTER 3 →

End notes: Hmm. So, yeah. I went there. I am sorry. My mind is not just dirty but very twisted at times too. My poor little Nebbia... She'll have her happy ending, I promise.

And as I write this, I'm looking at chapter 3 and, well, her trauma isn't over yet. There will be even darker themes next time, but also a light in the black abyss she finds herself in. It'll get better. No rain, no rainbow, right?

I hope, despite it all, you are still reading this and want to continue on this journey with me. Thank you for hanging in there!

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A BLESSING AND A CURSE: Making out in the Undercroft

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!mc Genre: Fluff/Hurt/Comfort // Words: 3.2k

Context: Sebastian had his eyes on the new student from the very beginning. After two tumultuous days full of adventures and slowly getting to know her (and her body), they end up in the Undercroft and things might get a little more heated than before. (But only a little, for the smut version of this prompt, go read A Night in the Undercroft.)

Warnings: Mentions of physical abuse and bullying aka how Nebbia got her scar.

Excerpt from Chapter 8:

He must have fallen asleep somehow, because when he suddenly felt something brush against the back of his head, he flinched badly, his whole body shaking awake with a jerk. He spun around and met two wide green eyes and a hand hanging mid-air, fingers outstretched. For a moment they stared at each other a little awkwardly, then he smirked at her and straightened up, leaning his elbow on the couch beside her, his fingers slipping encouragingly between hers.

“What happened?” was her first question as she shifted slightly on the couch, before her eyes moved past him and around the vast room. “And where are we?”

“This is a very secret place called the Undercroft,” he told her quietly. She listened with interest as he went on telling her about how he used to spend hours in here with Anne and Ominis, yet from the thick dust layers all around them she could probably tell that it had been a long while since that had happened. He didn't dwell on that and simply declared this place a refuge from angry adults and annoying ghosts. “And I brought you here after you fainted...”

“I fainted?” she whispered and slightly tugged at his hand. “Oh...”

“How do you feel now?” he asked and raised his free hand to gently move the back of his finger against her cheek, noticing that her skin felt much warmer.

“Better...” she mumbled and leaned back into the cushions, her eyes wandering away for a moment. “Must have been all too much today...” When she looked back at him, she furrowed her eyebrows slightly. “I'm sorry I got us both detention,” she then added and chewed on her bottom lip nervously. “I thought I could... turn things around...”

“It's okay,” he replied with a warm smile, his thumb moving over her palm in soft circles. “Perhaps I should have warned you about Madam Scribner...”

She gave him a strangled chuckle. “That woman was really scary...” she muttered under her breath and looked down at their joined hands. “Perhaps worse than that poltergeist...”

He exhaled a laugh. “Oh yes, she knows how to protect her precious books,” he said with a shake of his head and a rolling of his eyes. “But don't worry too much about it. What's a little detention, right? At least we can spend it together...” he added quietly and watched her closely.

She blushed slightly as she looked at him. A tiny smile broke from her lips, and he found himself staring at her mouth again. For a moment he just looked at her, lost in thoughts he tried to suppress once more. When she squeezed his hand, he almost flinched and blinked quickly.

“Do you... uh... want me to take you back to your common room?” he then asked abruptly, tempted to lean away and let go of her hand when all he could focus on was her tiny frame lying right in front of him, so close, so warm, so inviting.

She shook her head. “I'd rather... stay here, if that's okay,” she whispered. “My roommates were a little cross with me for sneaking in late yesterday...” she added under her breath.

He looked at her with a frown. “You're welcome to stay here as long as you like,” he replied with a small smile before he pursed his lips and threw a glance through the vast room towards the metal gate. “I might have to talk to Ominis,” he muttered quietly, more to himself, before he noticed Nebbia's interested gaze. “He was the one who discovered this room, you know? It's his secret place and I'm not supposed to share it with others...”

“I won't tell anyone,” she said with earnest, tightening the grip of her fingers around his. “I promise. I mean, I don't know anyone I could tell to begin with, but no matter, I will not tell anyone, I swear!”

Sebastian smirked at her, though her words left him a little conflicted. He still felt responsible for taking up most of her time, though he really enjoyed it as well, and having her all to himself did feel surprisingly nice. Selfishly so. Leaning up on his knees, he wrapped his other hand around their joined fingers and watched her. “Thank you,” he said, not just thanking her for her discretion, but for so much more he couldn't quite fathom still.

She smiled at him, and in that moment, as their eyes locked, something unseen moved between them, before they moved closer to each other. Suddenly his hand was on the back of her neck, and she grabbed the front of his shirt, and fractions of a second later their mouths collided. The kiss was at a slightly awkward angle, but nothing seemed to stop them – and somehow he ended up climbing onto the couch to her, pushing her small body into the back of it, halfway covering her with his broader form.

Their lips remained glued together, hands and limbs entangled, her warmth taking over every rational thought he had still left in the back of his mind. Soon his body acted on its own, his fingers moving over fabric and skin, his knee pushing between her thighs, his breaths ragged and shallow. She squirmed slightly beneath him, but never showed any sign of discomfort. With how she dug her fingers into his hair and held him close, she seemed just as eager as he was.

The kiss became messier by the second, their heavy breathing filling the air as the couch squeaked quietly under their combined writhing. Her tongue danced with his, the grip of her hand tightening, before she eventually leaned back, trying to catch her breath, her green eyes wide and her pupils blown under the intensity of whatever they were doing. His lips were tingling, and when he licked them, she was suddenly back in his face, kissing him almost hungrily again.

He chuckled against her, his arm snaking around her body as he rolled them around so she was halfway covering him now, his free hand holding the back of her head, his fingers digging into her soft hair. In her new position, she cupped his face and held it firmly as she pressed her lips to his, eager to taste every inch of his mouth as she slipped her tongue into it. He was yet again surprised about this rather unassuming girl, cute and innocent by day, but he seemed to be able to tickle her deepest desires out of her.

Quite the powerful revelation.

And despite the heat growing between them, it was him who broke the kiss eventually, gently grabbing her face and leaning her away slightly to look at her. They were both out of breath, their lips swollen, their gazes filled with something he could only describe as lust. But he shouldn't push his luck, shouldn't overdo it, shouldn't take things too far too quickly. Even though his teenage body wanted nothing more.

With a deep inhale, he rolled her off of him and simply held her in his arms, his lips ghosting her forehead until he felt the ragged lines of her scar beneath his sensitive lips. He halted then, curiosity taking over. Giving her scar another firm kiss, he then leaned back and looked at her. She met his gaze, chewing on her lips. Because he still couldn't find the right words to ask what he wanted to ask, he raised a hand and gently traced his finger over her skin, his fingertip running along the slightly protruding lines cutting through her right eyebrow.

She closed her eyes and let him touch her, exhaling loudly as she nestled against him, though a slight frown creased her forehead. “It's ugly, isn't it?” she then whispered barely audible.

“No, it's not,” he said quickly, leaning in to kiss her scar once more. “It's a part of you, so it can't be ugly. I mean... you're...” He cleared his throat, and his fumbling for the right words made her open one eye, a tiny smirk playing around her lips. He met her gaze, feeling his cheeks warming up under it. “You're beautiful, is what I wanted to say,” he said quietly, trying to ignore the blush spreading to his ears. “And no scar can change that.”

She opened both eyes and raised a hand to trace her finger over his jaw as she watched him closely. “You don't have to say that...” she whispered.

“But I mean it,” he declared, holding her gaze, before she looked away. She sighed and lowered her hand to rest on his chest, mindlessly playing with his tie. “How did you get it?” he then asked, eager to find out more and no longer caring to find the right words.

He saw her clenching her jaw, her eyes still fixed on his shirt. “It was... given to me...” she replied after a long pause, making him frown deeply. He encouraged her to go on by pulling her a little closer to him, his arm holding her tightly. “In the orphanage, I had to share a room with five other girls...” she started to explain, her voice feeble, her face a mask, but he could see the turmoil in her green eyes. “And they didn't like me very much...”

He felt something hot gathering in his stomach, a tight coil of anger as he listened to her tale. She told him about the dreary circumstances she had to live under, their tiny quarters, and how she could hide all of her belongings under the old mattress of her bunk bed, how they worked all day in the factory and how they were barely fed afterwards.

“One day,” she said quietly, “at the end of our shift, I was so tired I bumped into a box of buttons, one we had already sorted, and I dropped it, buttons flying everywhere. We were supposed to go back to the orphanage and have dinner, but because of my mistake, all the girls had to stay longer. I was already hated by most of them for whatever reason, I don't even know why really, but after that they all hated me even more and they –”

She took a deep breath, and he saw her closing her eyes as she snuggled against him as if trying to hide from the memory. He gently rubbed her arm, working his jaw as the frown grew on his forehead. He had already heard enough, his mind adding the missing pieces of her story as his eyes travelled over the crooked lines of her scar. The anger boiled beneath his skin at these unknown Muggle girls.

But she needed to get it out, share the horrible experience with someone, even though he wanted to spare her the recounting of it, but perhaps it could help her deal with it better. So he let her continue, even if her shaking voice almost broke his heart.

“One morning they ambushed me in bed and... two held me down, while the others... carved lines into my face with blunt glass shards...” A sob escaped her, and he instinctively hugged her tighter, his breaths quickened as her turmoil added to his rage. “My... screams woke the matron, and the girls... quickly let go of me and ran away, leaving me bleeding all over my bed... I was scolded for my noises and the soiling of my sheets, while they... never saw any consequences...”

He shook his head in disbelief. “I'm so sorry,” he said quietly, trying not to speak his mind immediately. His hatred for those Muggles bubbled right beneath his skin. “What a horrible –” Inhaling deeply, he stopped talking and pressed his lips to her forehead instead, holding her in his tight embrace. She grabbed the front of his shirt and leaned into him, slowly relaxing against him once more. “I am so glad you're here now... away from all of that...” he added quietly.

Nebbia's breath steadied against his neck, and he felt her nodding. “Me too...” she whispered, and for a long moment they just lay together on the couch, holding onto each other, their minds racing for different reasons. He could only imagine what she must be going through right now, having remembered such a horrible experience, or all of her time in that terrible place, so he tried frantically to find ways to distract her, make her feel better, show her that she was safe now.

So he gently grabbed her shoulder and leaned her away to look at her, his eyes on her face before she met his gaze, her lips trembling slightly. His hand found her cheek. As soon as he felt her wet skin beneath his thumb, he inhaled deeply and leaned in, pressing his lips to hers for a kiss that would hopefully convey all those things he wanted to show her. She breathed heavily against him and kissed him back, probably trying to forget what she had just shared with him.

They remained locked like this for a while, caught in their desire to just feel the other, before lack of oxygen made him move his lips along her jaw and down her neck. He shifted against her, rolling her around until she was lying beneath him, and as he focused on kissing along the slender column of her neck, he felt her hands rubbing over his back, her heavy breaths making strands of his hair fly.

His lips pressed against her soft skin, and before he knew it, he started sucking on it gently, coaxing a surprised whimper out of her. Looking up to meet her hooded eyes, her lips parted and trembling, swollen from their kiss, Sebastian smiled at her. He saw her blushing even more as she watched him breathlessly. Without another word, he moved back down and continued kissing her sensitive skin, feeling her squirm slightly beneath him under the sensation as he grazed his teeth carefully over her pulse.

Her fingers dug through his hair, and he shivered under the touch. He could feel her rapid heartbeat against his tongue as he moved its tip along her skin, tasting salt and something sweet, and he would have continued his journey along her neck if it wasn't for the quiet moaning of his name she suddenly issued. “Sebastian...”

He raised his gaze, feeling as flustered as she looked, before he leaned back fully and licked his lips. “Sorry, I... got carried away...” he admitted with his cheeks burning as he rolled off of her.

She gave him a small smile, her hand trailing along his arm. “It's okay...”

“No, I... I shouldn't be so... forward with you... not very gentleman-like, eh?” He cleared his throat and inhaled deeply as he settled next to her, his gaze fixed to the vaulted ceiling above them.

“I thought we were past that,” she whispered quietly, a slight smirk audible in her voice. “We're no saints... no proper people... we're just young and eager...”

He chuckled and turned his head to her. “We sure are...”

Smiling at him, she then rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. He watched her quietly, before he suddenly jumped up and off the couch, causing her to fall deeper into the cushions without his body to support hers any more. She looked at him with surprised eyes.

“I shouldn't – I... I'll sleep on the floor,” he declared then, siting back down on the stone floor in front of the couch.

“Are you sure?” she asked, further tempting him to do the opposite of what was proper.

“Yes,” he said firmly and lay down on his back, crossing his arms behind his head to give him at least a little bit of comfort. “It's... uh... better this way...” He looked along his body then, quickly rolling onto his side, facing away from her, trying to hide the fact that he'd rather take it further with her right away.

Sebastian heard her shift on the couch, and suddenly her hand was on his shoulder. Swallowing hard, he raised one hand to grab hers, gently slipping his fingers between her own. Leaning his head on his other arm, he then closed his eyes, trying to ignore the churning of his stomach and the blood rushing somewhere lower.

“Good night,” she whispered behind him.

“Night,” he muttered, chewing on his swollen lips, squeezing her hand softly. For a long while he listened to her breathing, feeling the warmth of her fingers against his, remembering yet another very eventful day.

And somehow he had fallen asleep, surprised by how easy it had been, and when he woke up again, he felt something brushing against his face. Opening his eyes, he noticed a delicate hand hanging off the edge of the couch, fingertips playing with his messy hair. For a moment he let her, smiling softly to himself, before he turned around and grabbed her wrist, coaxing a surprised yelp out of her.

His tired eyes met hers, and he smiled even wider when he noticed the blush creeping up her pale cheeks. Slowly he sat up, shifting slightly uncomfortably under the state of his body. Before he could get lost in her eyes again, he lowered his gaze and pulled out his pocket watch, then groaned deeply. “Late for breakfast again...” he muttered and rolled his sore shoulders. “How'd you sleep?” he then asked her, his voice a low rumble, looking back to the girl still lying on the soft cushions of the couch, her hair dishevelled and her lips as swollen as his felt.

“Good,” she whispered quietly, her eyes moving over his face. “You?”

“Well, I had worse,” he admitted with a smirk, and it was true. At least the company had been better this time. And weirdly enough there had been no nightmares to keep him awake.

“We should go, hm?” she mused quietly, before she sat up with a soft squeak falling from her lips, stretching as she did so. He stared at her for a moment, mesmerized by the sweet sound. “Sebastian?”

“Huh? Uh, yes! Yes, we should,” he stammered and cleared his throat, then quickly got up and turned away from her, brushing dust off his trousers, trying to ignore the strain against the fabric. Rolling his eyes at his own body's reactions, he pushed a hand through his hair, before he almost flinched when he suddenly felt a hand on his back.

“I'm ready,” she whispered, and he spun around, meeting her gaze, trying to hold it to not guide her attention elsewhere.

He nodded with a smile and quickly grabbed her hand, then pulled her along through the vast space of the Undercroft. There were no words between them when he guided her back to Central Hall, yet it didn't feel awkward to be silent with her. It felt right. When they parted at the bottom of the staircase leading to the Ravenclaw Tower, she simply smiled at him, and he nodded, squeezing her hand as several other students passed them by, keeping him from saying goodbye to her properly.

“See you in Potions,” he called after her, and she waved at him, her cheeks flushed. Inhaling deeply, he turned away and headed to his own common room, eager to tell his body to calm down again.

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Chapter 4: Thank you for today

Nebbia wasn't as breathless as he had expected once they arrived in front of the large doorknocker. As he let go of her hand, she stepped closer and solved the riddle the large golden eagle gave her with ease while his mind was still way too foggy from all the things he had experienced today. The door swung open and she turned back to him, smiling softly.

“Thank you for today, Sebastian,” she whispered and reached her hand out to him.

He quickly grabbed it and walked back to her, pulling her into a slightly too excited hug that caused her to gasp and giggle. “Thank you,” he insisted and kissed the top of her head.

“I'll see you tomorrow?” she asked quietly as she looked at him.

He nodded eagerly. “I'm sure you will.”

She didn't move for another minute or so, just looking at him, seemingly also wondering if all of this had been real. He gave her waist a light squeeze.

“Good night, Nebbia,” he whispered.

“Good night,” she replied and leaned up to press her lips to his jaw. Then she let go and stepped away, past the threshold into her common room, waving at him as she did so.

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Chapter 3: Unfortunate Enemies

He noticed that she didn't look as excited any more and in an attempt to cheer her back up, he put his finger to the rim of her drink, scooped up some foam and proceeded to poke her nose, leaving a foamy white blob in the middle of her face.

She stared at him with wide eyes, before she went cross-eyed to look at her nose. He chuckled, yet froze in his tracks when she reached her tongue up to lick the foam right off. “You really keep surprising me with those unique talents of yours,” he said completely taken aback.

Snickering to herself, she wiped her hand over her face. “I wouldn't call that a talent,” she noted and shrugged. “Not very useful at least.”

He raised an eyebrow and didn't comment further on that, yet he felt his cheeks warming up a little. By now he was completely enamoured. How that was even possible after the little time they had spent together, he had no idea, and frankly he couldn't dwell on it for too long, when he heard something that made his hair stand on end.

“I'm only here for this one.”

He looked past Nebbia and saw none other than Victor Rookwood point a finger directly at the girl sitting next to him. As the man in the top hat took a step towards her, he immediately jumped off his barstool, grabbed her arm and pulled her behind him. He didn't notice how she stared at him, she might not even have noticed the man asking for her attention. When she stood behind him, he could feel her hand on his arm as she peaked past him curiously.

“I only want a quick word,” Rookwood insisted, tilting his head to look past Sebastian. At that he could feel her tightening her grip on his arm. Seeing the older man so determined to get closer, he quickly drew his wand and pointed it at him, staring at him darkly.

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Nebbia's Origin Story

You might have seen and/or read about my HL MC Nebbia DeLuca, who I kinda revived for my HL playthroughs. But this very OC has been in my brain and in several attempts at writing her story for almost a decade now.

She's also been a shotgun/blood magic wielding Templar in The Secret World/Secret World Legends, or a necromancer with a greatsword and a staff in Guild Wars 2, and a car collecting maniac world explorer in GTA Online. So having "just" a wand was quite the adjustment for her!

But enough about her alter egos, how did she come to be?

She's been in my brain ever since I came into contact with The Last of Us. That game had a serious impact on me and the stories whirling through my head. I've always been a storyteller, have written stories since an early age. I've created a lot of original characters, fleshed out, with detailed backstories, but I was never able to finish their respective stories.

The themes were always pretty similar: younger woman, older man, size difference, gruff but protective male, innocent but feisty female. Side characters were always of the jealous, dangerous kind. I've always loved taboos and kinks, and the above-mentioned dynamic is one of my favorites to write (and read) stories about.

So, inspired by Joel and Ellie's relationship, I wanted to create characters that were similar, but different. My main motive for writing was always: Something's missing in those stories, let's write it myself! It started with adding romance to a thriller, love to a murder mystery, or found family/forbidden feelings to otherwise "innocent" scenarios.

For example, I've written a story about a young woman falling in love with the married father of the kid she's supposed to babysit (I swear there's more to that story than the porn clichés, it ends up turning into a psychological drama about jealousy and domination, mental illness, murder, abduction, what's real, what's not kinda scenes; unfortunately I've never finished my first proper original work that's sitting on a USB-stick somewhere since 2011. One day I'll get to finish your story, Tasja, don't worry. You'll get your happy ending!).

And then, someday in the year 2017, I started writing a story (though the idea is much older) about a post-apocalyptic world, based on an island near my hometown. I've thrown ideas around and around, researching, visiting places, creating characters, always changing something, but the basic idea that stuck was this (I suck at summaries, btw, sorry!):

Twenty years ago, there was a black-out and society collapsed. The people on that island live in groups, as far away from each other as possible to avoid conflict, as they are all stuck there, with no way to leave the island.

Enter Nebbia, born after the End, who is a girl living in an all-female village run by a group of older women called the Elders, whose daughters (creatively named the Daughters) do all their "dirty work". Nebbia is classified as a Motherless, you guessed it, lives without a mother.

And the backstory of that, in short, is: her mother was pregnant when she was found by one of the Daughters and brought to the village, gave birth, and fled the place after she discovered their dark secret (because what's a post-apocalyptic community without a dark secret, eh?), but she left Nebbia there because she knew she would have a safe home in spite of it, that is until she turns 18, when things go really dark.

In short: there's a strange little celebration, all the girls of age are dressed in their best dresses, and then leave the village on their way to another village nearby that is run by the Men... and, uh, well, yeah, society collapsed, so they try to rebuild it, it's a breeding station, oops, you get the idea.

And that is when our male protagonist comes in: Ben, in his late thirties, a gruff, lonesome smuggler/outsider/person who doesn't have a village/group, but works between them. And he is hired by none other than Nebbia's mother, Kira, to get Nebbia and save her from the horrible fate of being bred helping society grow again.

But something happens (there's a mysterious fog that keeps the people from leaving the island, but never mind that, although that is why Nebbia is called Nebbia, because fog=nebbia in Italian, because her mother is half-Italian - also, hey, off-topic, but there's a fitness clothes store called Nebbia in the Slovak Republic, isn't that cool?) and Ben loses his memories, and when he sees Nebbia, he thinks she's Kira... and kinda falls for her, because, of course, him and her were sweethearts before the End (but they had a falling out, but he doesn't remember that yet).

And Nebbia is this innocent girl, who basically worked as a slave her whole life, can't read, can't swim, is treated very poorly, can't exist outside her village, really. (And to have such a character and let her explore the world and learn stuff and blossom would have been so interesting to write!)

So Ben saves kidnaps Nebbia from the village, and they try to find their way back to Kira... and somehow this is where my ideas froze. I wanted to show their journey through the post-apocalyptic world, how their life is, what they do to survive, who they meet, that he slowly regains his memories and realizes his feelings for this girl, and once they get to where they want to go, they find out that Kira is gone/dead/I don't know, something, aaaand their journey continues? I have no idea. I never came to those parts.

I've written so many versions of that story, in German to start with (because the island it's set on is a German island), then tried recreating it in English without the local color, but it never really worked. I didn't know where it would end.

But the characters remained inside my head, I've had so many scenarios for them because I loved their dynamic, but I've never written any of them because back then I thought I needed a full story, something with beginning and end, the whole deal. I've never written one-shots before, or even short stories. I was fixated on the whole "novel" thing, that was my goal, my dream.

But now, after having written sooo many one-shots for a fandom, just snippets of people's lives and what they do in the moment, I feel confident enough to tackle it. To create little short stories centered around those very characters: Ben and Nebbia.

I've also read so many original works on AO3 lately, and seeing how people just put their own ideas out there, for everyone to see, did something to me. I always wanted to keep my ideas to myself, because, maybe, someday, I'll finish a story and could send it to a publisher and one day have my own work in book-form, but honestly, it is such a daunting idea, when all I wanna do is tell stories.

And so now I will just tell stories. I've started by writing for these characters everyone knows and loves (and I'll keep writing Sebastian smut, don't worry!), but now it's time to branch out, give those people inside my head their story, or at least snippets of their lives, and share it with the world.

And as I write this, I am working on an AU of those characters, with a completely different setting, but the same dynamic: older man, younger woman, gruff/protective vs. innocent/feisty, love in dangerous environments. Of course, it's gonna have my usual smut elements, but also world building, side characters, character development, etc. and new things to research!

(Lemme throw in some words I learned that may give a hint to where the story is set: withers, spats, stirrup. As for the time, well, it's actually an era I've already written for, but the place is a lot more... west, way west.)

I feel very inspired, and I hope I can one day (hopefully very soon*) share their story with you.

(I've made a side blog @animasolaoriginal where I'll post it once it's done or I grow too impatient to wait! I'll also post moodboards and inspirations there - eventually! If you'd like to follow me there too, I'd very much appreciate it!)

Thank you for letting me get this out. These characters are very dear to me, and I hope, once I start uploading my original work, I might catch your interest with it, and you will start to like them too!

Edit: *I did it, I posted the first chapter! 🤠

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I'll have what she's having, please!

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A BLESSING AND A CURSE

Chapter 4: A proper Hogwarts welcome

With a whoosh and a firm tug to his navel during which he heard her gasp loudly as she clung to him tighter, the green flame engulfed them both and pulled them through time and space until they landed with another whoosh on the intricate stone floor of the Bell tower. At first he was glad they ended up with their feet firmly on the ground, but then she swayed, and with her arms still tightly around him, they both tumbled down in a heap of bodies and limbs.

He felt his back hit the hard floor, and he arched it to dampen the fall, but when she fell on top of him he groaned, and all the air left his lungs. Her hair fell into his face before she scrambled to put her hands on either side of his head and pushed herself up, looking down at him with her eyes wide and her lips parted. He watched her, his heart racing inside his chest. She could have clambered off of him many times now, but she remained lying on him, her hips pressing against his with her legs tugged between his angled knees, her arms shaking slightly as she held up her torso.

Without thinking as his mind felt fuzzy and full of static, he reached up a hand and pushed her hair behind her ear, a gentle, careful gesture with his thumb grazing over her cheek softly. He noticed the slight tremble of her lips, how her eyes wandered over his face and the warmth settling right beneath where his thumb was drawing lazy circles on her skin. Seconds ticked past, maybe even minutes, with their eyes locked onto the other's in a silent assessment of the situation.

And to his utter surprise it was her who moved first as she lowered her face closer to him, her breath ghosting his lips as she stared into his eyes. And when she mindlessly licked her lips, it was his turn. The hand holding her face pulled her down towards him with a firm tug before their mouths collided with a smack. She gasped against him, yet quickly fell into the rhythm he directed as he closed his lips hungrily around hers. Kissing him back with the same amount of fervour, she leaned down on her elbows, pressing her chest into his as her fingers started digging into his hair.

He heard himself moaning against her mouth, the sound echoing eerily through the dark, empty hall, yet he was too involved to register that they were lying in the middle of the Bell tower entrance, right beneath the wide eyes of Ignatia Wildsmith. His hand gripped the back of her neck as he pushed his face upwards into hers, breathing loudly through his nose as he deepened the kiss by pressing the tip of his tongue against her bottom lip.

She watched him out of half-lidded eyes and didn't hesitate at all when she parted her lips more and pushed her own tongue against his. He inhaled sharply, another groan leaving his throat as the kiss got even messier and more passionate. He pushed her hair out of her face with his free hand and held her head tightly between his fingers, guiding her as their tongues continued their wild wrestle.

Her noises were something between loud breaths and quiet whimpers as she pressed her jaw firmly against his, tilting her head to get even closer to him as she pushed her tongue into his mouth. Her movements seemed just as desperate as his, and he felt his heart pounding inside his chest as he still couldn't wrap his head around what was happening. Breathing loudly against each other, he was tempted to roll her around and press his body firmly against hers. Instead he just jerked his hips upwards, and to his continued surprise, she replied the motion with a grinding of her own hips.

Another moan escaped him, and it was in that exact moment that another sound came to his ears. A cough. A clearing of a throat. The sound that made his blood freeze inside his veins. Their movements halted immediately as they remained glued together by their mouths, lips pressed together, tongues paused in the middle of tasting the other, with their eyes wide as they stared at each other.

Another cough came to his ears, and he slowly, reluctantly let go of her head, and she leaned back up instantly, her hands firmly planted on either side of his head as she scrambled back to her feet, her face flushed and her lips swollen and trembling. She grabbed his hand and helped him stand up as well, and he felt about the same as her, cheeks blushed and lips tingling. Both of them were completely out of breath. His hand remained clutching hers, and when he looked around at who had caught them, he felt a laugh vibrating in the back of his throat.

The ghost of the Fat Friar floated above them, watching them with a curious tilt to his neckless head. Nebbia stared up at the ghost in terror, be it because it was her first time seeing one of Hogwarts' house ghosts or because they were caught in such a compromising position. Sebastian cleared his throat, wiping over his mouth with the back of his free hand and bowed his head slightly.

“Excuse us, sir,” he told the ghost and, with another nod of his head, pulled the girl along who stumbled after him, her eyes still fixed on the translucent form of the monk, who watched them with an amused grin on his happy face.

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A BLESSING AND A CURSE

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!mc Genre: Fluff/Romance/Adventure/eventual Smut Synopsis: Sebastian Sallow is your average teenage boy, wouldn't you say? Well, he is, despite the baggage he carries around with him. And the same teenage boy has laid his eyes on the new student and he is determined to lay even more on her.

Notes: Prequel to A Night in the Undercroft, HL re-write focusing on my Ravenclaw MC Nebbia DeLuca (read her backstory/showcase here), ongoing series

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I decided not to post every chapter on Tumblr, but as a showcase, here is chapter 4 (5.2k words), when things start getting interesting.

A Proper Hogwarts Welcome

Nebbia looked back at him slowly, her eyes wandering over his face. “So what do I do now?” she then asked with a faint voice.

Sebastian frowned at that, before leaning back and crossing his arms in front of his chest, thinking hard. “I'm sure Professor Fig is already researching about whatever you found in that vault, so you leave that to him. As for you: just be a Hogwarts student, I suppose. That is harrowing enough, you shouldn't have to deal with anything else on top of that. But you're a quick learner and a Ravenclaw, I am absolutely certain that you will have no problem with that.” He gave her a reassuring smile as she raised her eyebrows at that. “And about Ranrok and Rookwood. Well, you heard Sirona, you should be careful, probably shouldn't walk about alone outside of Hogwarts.”

She sighed deeply and lowered her gaze, staring at her hands in her lap. “Sounds so easy when you say that,” she whispered.

“It is. Focus on one thing at a time and it'll be fine. And if you struggle with anything, which I doubt, but let's say you do at one point, please, do not hesitate to call on me. You might have bested me in a duel, but I can still be of some assistance to you, I'm sure.”

Nebbia blushed under the smile he gave her and he smiled even wider noticing it. His eyes wandered over her face, taking in every single detail, from her small, slightly pointy nose, to the finely arched eyebrows and the scar running through one of them to her long lashes and those deep green eyes that sparkled in the light of the fire crackling behind him. When he looked at her lips, it was his turn to feel a little bit warmer. He probably shouldn't stare at her mouth this intently, but he couldn't help himself.

He was too curious. About how her lips would feel on his.

Said lips were moving then and he noticed her teeth behind them and that little sliver of tongue peeking through. Unconsciously or not, he felt himself licking his own – until he flinched badly and almost bit down on his tongue as he felt her kicking him under the table.

“Ow! What was that for?”

She stared at him, grinning darkly. “You keep looking at me until you zone out! I hate talking to myself here, okay?”

“What? Oh,” he made and quickly rubbed the back of his neck as he looked away eventually. “I'm sorry. I...” He looked back at her, ready to tell her the truth, but perhaps it was a little too much? Too forward? She watched him curiously, apparently not too angry about him staring at her like that. “You are quite distracting, you know that?” he then admitted, tilting his head, a smirk creeping onto his face.

Her eyes went wide at the comment and she blushed even more. It took her only a few seconds to change that expression into one of indignation. “Hang on! That's how I was able to best you in that duel, wasn't it? Because you were... distracted?”

He raised his eyebrows, impressed by her quick observation, before he barked a loud laugh. “Well, what can I say...”

“I didn't win because I was better, I won because you can't control your bloody hormones!” she went on, despite the accusing tone with a smile on her face. “I can't believe it!”

Sebastian watched her with amusement, his cheeks hurting from smiling so much. “Look at it this way, you fought with everything you had, your body included, and you won fair and square, details don't matter!”

She shook her head and chuckled. “I want a rematch!” she then demanded and leaned back, crossing her arms in front of her chest like him.

“Right now?” he challenged her and leaned forwards a little, his eyes boring into hers.

“If you're up for it! Though I bet I'll just beat you again, with how distracted you already are by me right now...” she teased and poked her tongue out at him.

He laughed and couldn't help but lower his eyes to her mouth once more. Then he saw her put a hand in front of her lips and he looked back into her eyes with a smirk.

“Can you stop for one second?” she laughed from behind her fingers. “It's getting ridiculous!”

He chuckled and leaned back, throwing his hands up in defeat. “I apologize. I shouldn't be so forward, you are right. That's not very gentleman-like of me, I agree.”

She snorted at that and shook her head. “I honestly never saw you as a gentleman,” she commented and tilted her head as it was her turn to look him over.

“Not? My, now I am quite offended!” he said with a mock-frown. “Did I not just protect you from an evil wizard and did I not just offer you my assistance? Oh and remember how I selflessly agreed to accompany you to Hogsmeade?”

Her smile faltered slightly at that as she assessed his words. “Do gentlemen do these things? I never actually met one, you know,” she said and grinned. “I mean, look at you. With your messy hair and those unruly eyebrows and how you wear your shirt rolled up to your elbows and the state of your tie... is that gentleman-like?”

“That's body-shaming, my dear,” he said and raised an eyebrow, then thought about his eyebrows and if they were really that unruly. “And it was a hot day, alright? And I just fought a bloody troll!” he added and threw his hands up. “Also, being a gentleman is not about looks, it's about deeds. Treating the fairer sex with respect and admiration and proper care –”

She watched him with growing amusement and it only made him become more flustered. “You're right, my turn to apologize. I am sorry, I forgot about the troll, to be honest...”

He scoffed and gave her a playful glare. “Is that all you can say to that?”

She leaned closer, propped on her elbows as she looked at him with a soft smile. “I do appreciate all you have done for me thus far, I honestly do.”

“Why do I hear a but?” he replied, arching his eyebrow.

“You hear a butt?”

“A but!” he repeated, furrowing his forehead. “Like in 'you're nice, but...'”

“Your nice butt?” She had way too much fun with this, the way she was snickering.

He glared at her, stunned by her wit. Yet when he recovered rather quickly after all, he shot her a smirk. “So you think I have a nice butt?”

Her turn to be stunned apparently. She cleared her throat and looked away, definitely thinking about his butt now. He laughed loudly, as she started to defend herself. “Listen, I... I mean, even if, how was I not supposed to notice that? You kept walking in front of me and you are so much taller and my eyes like to rest on a certain height and...”

“Tell me more,” he teased and leaned onto the table, his chin on his hand as he watched her closely.

She blushed and pursed her lips. “Hey, I was giving you a compliment! Not about your butt, that was just a stupid play on words. Earlier. I really appreciate your help, I do. No buts or the like. And I would definitely come back to it, should I need it. I would be stupid not to.” She inhaled deeply and leaned back in her chair, frowning slightly as he kept grinning at her despite her genuine words.

“So, do you like my butt or not?” he asked, winking at her.

“Sebastian!” Her blush grew deeper.

He only laughed as she tried to kick him again. For a short moment, as he was wrapped up by joy and playful banter, definitely enjoying the company of this new girl, he felt a sharp pain in his heart as his sister's tortured face made an appearance in the back of his mind. For a moment his smile faltered, tainted by the sudden re-emergence of her dire situation and the guilt he felt for being happy when she was not. He cleared his throat to hide it and looked away then, inhaling sharply.

Nebbia shouldn't have picked up on that, but she did. Yet she didn't mention anything, she just looked at him, a sliver of concern behind her smiling eyes.

“Would you like another Butterbeer?” he then asked, quickly falling back into his smug demeanour. “I feel we were robbed of our first ones.”

She nodded, almost a little shyly now. “Sounds good.”

“Then let me be the gentleman and get us some, alright?” he offered and threw her a wink, before he stood up. Her eyes followed his movement and she nodded again. He looked at her for a moment, then he turned away and walked back to the counter, ordering two more Butterbeers from Sirona. The task gave him time to regain his composure as he focused on not spilling the large tankards when he eventually returned to their table in the far back.

Nebbia's hands reached out and helped him as she grabbed one of the tankards and put it down carefully. He sat back down, raising his Butterbeer in front of him, and declared: “To a day full of surprises!”

She arched an eyebrow at that.

“Or... to new friends?” he suggested with a laden smile.

She smiled back and took the large mug with both hands and gently pushed it against his. “To new friends.”

They drank in silence, both looking at each other over the edge of their Butterbeers. He watched her closely. She seemed to enjoy the drink as much as her first one, her eyes big and excited as she slurped away happily, more foam gathering on her upper lip. He focused on her happiness and slowly pushed the darkness back into the depth of his mind.

“This is not really... beer, is it?” she then asked, licking the foam off her lip – and he had to really force himself not to stare once more.

“Not the traditional kind, no, but there is some alcohol in it,” he told her, taking another sip of his own drink.

“There is?” she squeaked, either in surprise or terror.

He laughed softly. “Tiny amounts. Barely noticeable when you're a human, but I have heard of cases in which house elves got really knackered on Butterbeer. And even though you may be short, you are not a house elf, so don't worry,” he concluded and smirked at her.

When she lifted up her foot to kick him once again under the table, he quickly leaned down and grabbed her ankle, holding her leg as he stared at her with a wicked grin. She blushed deeply and her mouth fell open slightly as she tried to get her leg back, but he held it tightly between his fingers, squeezing softly.

“Did you want to say anything?” he teased.

“Stop calling me short,” she whispered, inhaling sharply when he slipped his other hand under the table to slide it up her shin to her knee.

“Only when you grow a few inches,” he whispered back, his hand now moving around her knee until he teased his fingers right against the back, giving her one quick tickle before she shrieked and squirmed, almost spilling her Butterbeer as she kicked against the table.

“Stop!” she hissed and slapped his hand away, her entire face flushed as she stared at him breathlessly.

He leaned back in his chair, releasing her leg before he put his hands back around his tankard.

“What happened to being a gentleman?” she muttered, focusing back on her own drink.

“You said I wasn't one, so why should we keep pretending?” he countered with a smirk, taking a big sip of Butterbeer.

Now it was her turn to surprise him as she suddenly leaned over the table, extended a finger and brashly wiped her finger over his upper lip, picking up the foam that had gathered there. He stared at her with wide eyes as she leaned back and licked the foam off her finger, her green eyes boring into his as she did so.

He was absolutely stunned, feeling his own cheeks warming up badly.

Of course she noticed his reaction and leaned back with a satisfied smirk, giving her lips another swirl of her tongue. Everything inside of him was fighting against the urge to jump over the table and press his mouth against hers, tasting that sweet little tongue right there and then. Instead he breathed loudly through his nose as he pressed his lips together, slowly shaking his head.

“What? We've established that you're not a gentleman, so I don't have to be a lady either!” she said with a chuckle. “Which I'm not, believe me. Far from it.”

“Is that how you got your scar?” Sebastian then asked, watching her closely.

She frowned at the sudden change of topic and mindlessly fingered the line running across her right eye. There was no more playfulness in her face, even her blush went down rapidly.

“I'm sorry,” he said quickly, furrowing his forehead. “I didn't mean to pry.” He continued watching her, before he leaned closer. “Look, I got one too,” he said and pointed his index finger at the little white line right beneath the left corner of his lips. “From a fight with my sister,” he told her, trying to coax more information out of her.

“You have a sister?” she then asked, going a different direction than he had hoped.

“Yes, Anne, she's my twin,” he replied, forcing himself to stay neutral about it.

“Is she in Hogwarts too?”

“She was... she's not well at the moment,” he said quietly, his heart beating a little bit faster. “But... she'll be better soon and back at Hogwarts in no time!” he told her, trying to convince himself as well. He had tried to sound hopeful, as cheery as possible, but again she seemed to pick up on the little dark undertone of his voice.

“I'm sorry about your sister,” she whispered across the table.

He looked away at that and raised his tankard to drink the last remnants of Butterbeer in one big gulp. Once he was done, he wiped his mouth and set it down with a loud sigh.

“Well, what do you say we get another one?” he asked, smirking at her, falling back into the habit of pretending that everything was fine. A game he had become pretty good at recently.

She watched him solemnly and shook her head. “I think we should head back to the castle. I bet it's already late...”

He frowned at her and after a quick glance at his pocket watch, he sighed deeply. “I suppose you're right...” He looked up at her. “Can't have you breaking curfew on your first day, eh?”

Nebbia chuckled at that. “That's for my second day, you say?” she replied with a small wink. It was either the wink or the tone of her voice or the gleam in her eyes, but something told him that he should keep this girl close. She was too precious to let go, too perfect.

When they left The Three Broomsticks later, he led her to the nearest Floo Flame. After her initial wariness of stepping out onto the dark streets of Hogsmeade as her mind went back to Victor Rookwood's threat, she was now staring at the green flame and Ignatia Wildsmith's stony face.

“Okay, hang on just a second. You mean to tell me we could have used the Floo Flame network to get from Hogwarts to Hogsmeade instead of walking?” Her eyes wandered to his face, wide and almost furious. “Why did we walk?”

He chuckled. “To see all the fine landmarks, of course! Come on, it was a nice little exercise, you'll certainly need it if you want to traverse the castle without breaking down every other step. Remember, there are 142 staircases in Hogwarts and probably twice as many hallways.”

She glared at him, then looked back at the green flame. “So how does this work?” she then asked, looking directly at the moving face, which looked right back, blinking and frowning at the girl.

“You take a little bit of this,” he told her and pointed at the Floo powder in a bowl beneath the flame. “You state where you want to go, loud and clearly, then you throw the powder into the flame.”

She tilted her head, taking a step back. As curious as her expression was, there was also fear in it, uncertainty. “Perhaps we should just walk...” she whispered.

“Nonsense!” he exclaimed. “Especially not at night, with Rookwood looking for you. Come on, we'll do it together this time, to get you acclimated.” Sebastian held out his hand for her. “Trust me.”

Nebbia stared at his hand, biting her lip, before she extended hers and slowly put it between his long fingers. He quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her closer. With a gasp she looked up at him.

“We're usually not supposed to travel in pairs, but if you stand really close to me, this should work just fine,” he told her and put his free hand on her waist, gently pushing her against his body. He saw her cheeks blushing in the eerie green glow of the flame, her eyes were sparkling with a mixture of excitement and worry. “Hold onto me,” he said quietly.

She gingerly let go of his hand and raised her arms to wrap them around his torso, still looking up at him with wide eyes. He moved his hand to her lower back, slowly pushing her flush against him. Then he reached out his free hand and grabbed a handful of Floo powder. While holding her agitated gaze, he stated “Hogwarts, Bell tower!” and then threw the powder onto the green flame.

With a whoosh and a firm tug to his navel during which he heard her gasp loudly as she clung to him tighter, the green flame engulfed them both and pulled them through time and space until they landed with another whoosh on the intricate stone floor of the Bell tower. At first he was glad they ended up with their feet firmly on the ground, but then she swayed and with her arms still tightly around him, they both tumbled down in a heap of bodies and limbs.

He felt his back hit the hard floor and he arched it to dampen the fall, but when she fell on top of him he groaned and all the air left his lungs. Her hair fell into his face, before she scrambled to put her hands on either side of his head and pushed herself up, looking down at him with her eyes wide and her lips parted. He watched her, his heart racing inside his chest. She could have clambered off of him many times now, but she remained lying on him, her hips pressing against his with her legs tugged between his angled knees, her arms shaking slightly as she held up her torso.

Her noises were something between loud breaths and quiet whimpers as she pressed her jaw firmly against his, tilting her head to get even closer to him as she pushed her tongue into his mouth. Her movements seemed just as desperate as his and he felt his heart pounding inside his chest as he still couldn't wrap his head around what was happening. Breathing loudly against each other, he was tempted to roll her around and press his body firmly against hers. Instead he just jerked his hips upwards and to his continued surprise, she replied the motion with a grinding of her own hips.

Another moan escaped him and it was in that exact moment that another sound came to his ears. A cough. A clearing of a throat. The sound that made his blood freeze inside his veins. Their movements halted immediately as they remained glued together by their mouths, lips pressed together, tongues paused in the middle of tasting the other, with their eyes wide as they stared at each other.

Another cough came to his ears and he slowly, reluctantly let go of her head and she leaned back up instantly, her hands firmly planted on either side of his head as she scrambled back to her feet, her face flushed and her lips swollen and trembling. She grabbed his hand and helped him stand up as well and he felt about the same as her, cheeks blushed and lips tingling. Both of them were completely out of breath. His hand remained clutching hers and when he looked around at who had caught them, he felt a laugh vibrating in the back of his throat.

The ghost of the Fat Friar floated above them, watching them with a curious tilt to his neckless head. Nebbia stared up at the ghost in terror, be it because it was her first time seeing one of Hogwarts house ghosts or because they were caught in such a compromising position. Sebastian cleared his throat, wiping over his mouth with the back of his free hand and bowed his head slightly.

“Excuse us, sir,” he told the ghost and with another nod of his head, pulled the girl along who stumbled after him, her eyes still fixed on the translucent form of the monk, who watched them with an amused grin on his happy face.

Once the initial shock died down, he could hear her giggle softly, her free hand pressed to her lips as she quickly walked behind him. He smirked to himself and once they reached a dimly lit corner of the adjacent hallway, he pulled her close to him, before he pushed her right against the wall. She gasped and looked up at him, her hand finding his chest as she tried to catch her breath.

No words were necessary as they looked at each other, the hunger still throbbing through both of their bodies. They threw themselves at each other at the same time, arms wrapping around necks and waists as their mouths collided once more, their heavy breathing filling the empty corridor. His hands moved all around her body, from her back upwards to grip her hair gently, then back down to rest against her lower back, softly teasing the curve of her backside, while her hands grabbed the front of his shirt tightly as she leaned up against him on her toes, lodged between the wall and his body.

He had no idea for how long they were kissing each other like this, with their lips brushing together and their tongues circling around the other and their breaths heavy between them. His head was spinning from exertion and lack of air, yet he didn't want to stop. He had wanted to taste her and feel her ever since he had seen the sliver of skin beneath her skirt this morning. He had felt almost ashamed for having these thoughts about a girl he had barely even known, yet he had never expected that said girl seemed to feel the exact same about him – with the way she was pushing herself against him now.

It was when his hands moved lower, sliding over the curve of her butt to the back of her thighs, slowly pulling her skirt up with nimble fingers that she froze in his embrace, her hands pushing against his chest as she leaned away, breathless and dishevelled as she looked, her eyes wide and her lips trembling. He inhaled sharply and moved his hands back up to her waist, a soft smile on his swollen lips.

She slipped back down to her feet and normal height, tilting her chin up and leaning her head against the wall behind her as she looked at him, curiously, her forehead creased in slight lines as she seemed to digest what had happened. His blood was rushing in his ears loudly and he really couldn't care less about any consequences. Though the longer she just watched him, her chest rising and falling fast as she breathed heavily past shivering lips, the more sense kicked back into his head.

“Well,” he said, his voice hoarse. “That was...”

“Confusing?” she replied, frowning slightly more.

“Overwhelming,” he finished with a smirk. “Overwhelmingly amazing...”

She let out a stifled laugh and looked away, her cheeks as red as her lips. Her hands dropped to her sides and she inhaled deeply. “Sebastian, I...”

Something about her voice made his heart stop. He gently grabbed her chin and made her look up at him. “Was it too much?” he asked quietly, alarmed.

She licked her lips. “No, well, a little, certainly unexpected, in a way, but not –”

“Stop analysing it, please,” he said with a light chuckle. “No need to find the right words.” His thumb slowly caressed her hipbone as he kept holding onto her waist firmly with his other hand, pushing her backside against the wall. “Unless you want me to stop?”

She looked at him, biting her raw lips and wincing slightly as she did so. “Perhaps we... should take a break...”

His hand cupped her face gently, his thumb softly prodding at the corner of her mouth. “Perhaps we should,” he whispered. “I'm sorry...”

“No need to apologize,” she whispered back. “I... wanted this too...” she admitted with her cheeks warming up beneath his touch. He smiled wider at that.

Reluctantly, he took a step back, releasing her body from caging her in with his, even dropping his hands back to his sides. She remained leaning against the wall, watching him curiously.

“So do you welcome all the new girls like this?” she teased with a coy smirk.

He laughed out loud, the sound echoing through the hallway. “Only the pretty ones,” he teased right back, smiling down at her as his hand moved back up to tug a strand of hair behind her ear. She gently grabbed his wrist and leaned against his touch, her eyes boring into his. “And you're the prettiest for sure.”

Her smile was shy, but she didn't look away. They stood like that for another silent moment, the kiss(es) still fresh on his mind as he felt his lips pulsating. In the end it was her again who moved first, taking a step closer to him as she grabbed his free hand. “Can you take me to my common room? I'm afraid I don't know where to go, I've only been there once...”

His heart fluttered and he smirked wider, nodding as he squeezed her hand gently. “Of course,” he said quietly and led her down the hallway. She shot him the occasional side-glance and shy smile, as they walked through the dark, empty castle. He didn't take the shortest route to the Ravenclaw tower, but the safest one, past the prefects and ghosts patrolling the halls until they reached the long spiral staircase leading up.

“Thank you for today, Sebastian,” she whispered and reached her hand out to him.

He quickly grabbed it and walked back to her, pulling her into a slightly too excited hug that caused her to gasp and giggle. “Thank you,” he insisted and kissed the top of her head.

“I'll see you tomorrow?” she asked quietly as she looked up at him.

He nodded eagerly. “I'm sure you will.”

She didn't move for another minute or so, just looking at him, seemingly also wondering if all of this had been real. He gave her waist a light squeeze.

“Good night, Nebbia,” he whispered.

“Good night,” she replied and leaned up to press her lips to his jaw. Then she let go and stepped away, past the threshold into her common room, waving at him as she did so.

Once the door closed behind her, he turned around and walked all the way down to the dungeons, his mind reeling as he kept remembering how soft her lips had felt and how eager she had been to kiss him back, how they had bantered as if they had known each other much, much longer. The more he thought about her, the warmer the feeling inside his stomach became, spreading through his entire body.

And for once, the nagging voices inside his head were silent.

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