#sebastian really does take good care of his books no matter what

[sapphira-mydnyte]

◇Sacred to Sallow◇

"Well, now why would so many do that? Allow me to have it then. At least with me, it will be well taken care of & given a proper space on my bookshelf. It will never be judged again either."

Sebastian, every bit showing that he was like his parents, took the misjudged book home after buying it from the school library. Although it had been kept up, some of the pages were barely readable, which saddened the brunette boy. Never should a book be misjudged, nor be unreadable in his eyes, so he did what needed done. He restored the book to its full glory & gave it a beautiful new binding to match it.

Black with silver writing for its title adorned it now & he kept it by his bed until he got done reading it... which took about a month to do. For all the trouble he got into at school, Sebastian did take the best care of the books when he got them. Sure, they might be piled up a bit, but not a single page was ever missing & if it was torn, he fixed it. If a page was missing, he sought out a new copy to repair where the page had been torn out in the library's copy.

"Magic is nothing more than a tool, but it's how you use it that matters the most. I'm not perfect, but I certainly do better at keeping even my least liked books in good repair. What good is magic to have if you don't have all the books to study it with? What too many thought was a book of dark magic was a book of innocent magic. Frightening? Yeah, to a few people at least, but even at that. There's no sense in mistreating a book just because you don't like it."

You’ve just realized that a magical tome in the library had been misidentified. It is not, in fact, a tome of dark magic but a tome of darkness magic. And it’s rather hurt to have been so cruelly judged.

[fanfictionsworld]

what if reader is having a very bad day and when they goes back home, Undertaker/Sebastian greets them and maybe tease them like usual but their s/o burst out crying? what would they react?

Sad reader/gender natural which i hope i wrote well/Undertaker x reader/Sebastian x reader/some fluff/just emotions that are beaing expressed in a strange way or is just me not knowing how to express my emotions/if this comes out weird pleas forgive me i am not good at telling people that i am sad/

Today was just not one of your happy days.

Its like that no matter what you try to do,you just could not cheer your self up.

Even some happy music could not change it.

Some thing in the back of your head just keeps putting you on the edge.

You can seem to stop it and its irritating you very much.

You are usually in check with your emotions and you proud your self on that.

I mean if everybody knew that you would feeling sad that would draw attention to you and you really do not want that.

Especialy with Sebastian who would literally trap you in his embrace until you tell him whats wrong.

But today was different you just could control your self,you just wanted to cry nothing else.

Its not like anything was wrong you just felt empty thats all.

Sebastian would make a big deal out of it if he saw you sad,which you did not want.

So as soon as you heard the front door of you apartment open,you pulled your self together,came out of your room and faced him.

You were smiling,saying hello and how was his day,etc.

Sebastian sensed something was wrong,but for now just chose to ignore it.

His focuse was now on a children's coloring book at the table.

You paint when something is bothering you,but he does not know that.

,,Darling,why is there a childrens coloring book at your table?

,,Are not perhaps too old for that,or maybe i am am falling for a baby,hm?"

That was it even though you knew he was just joking something about that seem to upset you,but you just do not no why.

And in the middle of the kitchen you brust out crying and you can seem to stop.

Your breath is heavier and you just can not stop your self,you feel like passing out,but strong arms catch you.

Sebastian lifts you up carring you to the room.

Upon entering he sets you down on your bed and his kises seems to calm you down.

You can not look at him you turn to the other side of the bed.

zou can hear a deep sigh from him and a large weight pulling you.

He has hugged you and know you cry even more.

,,You know i sensed something is wrong from the moment i walked in,but i thought nothing of it choosing to talk to you about it later,but if my teasing about the colouring book made cry you have my deepest apology my dear."

You wipe your tears take a deep breath and try to gather some strength to speak to him.

,,Its not your fault i do not care if you made fun of me for the colouring book i just had a really tough day its not like anything happened its just...its like..there something but there is not...i just i do not know how to explain it you know and i did not want you to worry because its nothing its just that its something and thats something is nothing and it would be stupied of me to say hey i am upset,sad and on the average of bearking down beacuse of something,but that something is nothing."

,,Darling if you are upset,sad or on the average of breaking down you should tell me,you should trust me about your feelings,whatever it is i will help you even if it is nothing and never say that your feelings are a problem to me beacuse they are not your feelings make you human a and love you for them.I know that you try to be strong hold them in check but you must understand that you can not keep them in dark for long and repressed them they will come and when they do this will happen and i do not want to see this happen to you,so pleas whenever you feel like this do not be afraid to tell me,i will help you in any way i can."

,,Thank you i am glad and i am sorry,from now on i will try my best to tell you my fellings,but now could you just hold me i could really use a good cuddle."

,,Of course anything for you my dear."

Some times your overthinking tendencies took better of you and to day was one of those days.

Working as a assistant to the undertaker was not a bad thing.I mean you were a nurse you know people die,but ever since your hospital put you on this part time job with him you just got hit with a realization of how people die every singel day.

Existential crises were not your style really and you try to avoid them as much as you can.

But it seems this one could not let you go.

So here you were in your bed in a spear room your boss made you just lying and looking at the celing questioning everything in your life.

As you were questioning your life away you did not heard a knock on your door and a tall dark figure approaching your bed and till you felt a heavy presence on the egde of you bed looking straight at you.

You set up next to him and he spoke.

,,Deary why are your eyes full of tears,are you crying for the life of the lost soul we just fixed,come now death is a natural thing it will come for you to you should laugh while you stil can,hihihihi."

Something about that just did sit rigth with you and you found your self slaping him,but his arm stoped you before it go to his cheek.

,,How can you say that does it not bother you that someday it will all just pass,how can you be so calm,there familys there loved ones,how can you say such things!"

,,I know that my dear,but still you have to realize that its just how it goes in life,pople die i know as a human its sad thinking about death,but if you worked as long as i have in this field of work you would get use to it.I am sorry if i have upset you but its just like that i know how you feel i also wish people would not die,but that is sipmle out of our power,you just have to come to terms with it."

,,I mean yes i get that,but stil."

,,Just know that death is a natural part of life,but remember that before you die do things that make you happy so that you never ever regret your life,okey?"

,,Yes,thank you for cheering me up i needed that,um i know its stupide but could you stay with me in bed for a while if its not too much of a problem?"

,,No of course not i will be happy to."

[leifygreeens]

hello! ^_^ can i ask for the bachelors/ettes love languages both giving and receiving thank you! <3

(Gary Chapman, the man who came up with this theory, is a Not Great™ person, and his theory is filled with justification for misogyny and other general weirdness. The podcast If Books Could Kill did a fantastic episode on it in April of 2023, you can find it on Spotify or Apple Podcasts under The 5 Love Languages.)

I had a lot of fun with this! I will admit I kinda ditched the OG categories, but I did stick with the theme and overall you can probably figure out where everyone would land anyway. But MORE IMPORTANTLY, thank you for your request, anon. I appreciate you and I hope you enjoy this! Also this is really fucking long!! Almost 5k words!!! Holy fuck!!!!

Everyone say thank you to my best friend and editor in chief @lendelleaves for helping me with this. (I love you! <3)

Sam is a very tactile person, and I’ve said this before, but like a giant puppy who does not know he is giant, Sam likes sprawling himself all over you, no matter where you are. If you’re lounging anywhere together, his head is in your lap and his thumb is rubbing back and forth over your thigh. There have been many times when he nearly knocked out on top of you on the couches at the saloon, but his favorite place to sprawl all over you is at home.

He often traps you on the couch, and it’ll take a lot of bargaining and bribing to get him up—make no mistake though, he knows when not to push it. Sam is so observant when it comes to family, and he learns to read you quickly. He knows when you’re lying, or when you might be pretending to be okay, and is quickly able to discern whether you need support, or some space. 

When you don’t need space, Sam talks. And talks. And talks. He’ll fill up a silence like nobody’s business, or drag you out to exist in the world when you’re feeling like abandoning everything. When things are really bad though, Sam takes the reins and runs things for you. In the early stages of your relationship, he wasn’t very confident helping around the household, but he’s stepped up, and he’s gotten quite good at it.

Growing up with Jodi as a mother allowed him the space to dick around and act like a slob, and he’s a little ashamed of the way he took advantage of her. You try to remind him he was a teenage boy for a lot of that time, but he’s determined not to continue that cycle, and so his favorite part is cleaning—yes, you heard me right. He loves cleaning, because it makes him feel responsible, and it also lightens your load. When the dishes are cleared after meals, or when he’s taken care to sweep and steam the floors, he adores the feeling of productivity and accomplishment afterward. While he doesn’t expect any praise or compensation for it, he does cherish the moment when you realize you have time to relax (in a clean home, no less). He doesn’t ever want to sense the same regret from you that he did from his mother.

Sebastian struggles with verbal shows of affection, and tends to express his love with actions rather than words, but he’s kind of subtle about it. It took you a while to figure out what he was trying to say when he did these kinds of things. Sebastian is the type to cut up a plate of fruit for you after a long day working on the farm, and hand it to you wordlessly. He’ll help you unlace your work boots, rub any aches or cramps out of your feet, and make you a cup of tea—anything that could help you unwind. 

He loves taking you on dates! He’s taken you quite a few places on his bike, and while he’s not a huge fan of overcrowded places, he can handle them a little more easily with you by his side. You’ve gone bowling, to the arcade, mini-golfing (which he was surprised to find he absolutely sucked at), and to a few theme parks as well. He feels braver with you around, and his confidence has definitely improved since you met. He’s not concerned with the people that stare at you while you’re in public, because he knows without a shred of doubt that you’re not interested. Especially when you buy a funnel cake to share and wipe chocolate from the corner of his lips, or win him cheap plushies at a festival. He’s got a little collection of those going, by the way (and he’s named them all after fantasy characters, obviously).

When you’re not around, Sebastian likes to play some of the voicemails you’ve left him. He never clears them from his inbox, just so he has something to remind him of you when he’s lonely, and it may or may not have resulted in his inbox being completely full more than a few times. In a similar vein, his favorite messages from you are videos and voice notes, and whether you’re telling him about your day, showing off a successful harvest, or just popping in to say hello, he replays every message at least four times before melting into a puddle. 

Sebastian worried you might think it’s creepy, but he has a folder on his computer just dedicated to you, full of photos, videos, and voice recordings. He also has a candid photo of you in his wallet and refuses to talk about it, but one time you showed up at his place and found him sitting on his bed staring at it. You still don’t know how long he was like that for, and he adamantly refutes your claims of seeing him doing it at all. The walls of Seb’s office are covered top to bottom in pictures of you, and you’re pretty sure that all of his devices have you as the homescreen. It’s terribly endearing.

Alex likes spending time with you. Whether it be brushing your teeth together, doing the laundry, or loading up the shipping bin with your products and produce for the day, he’s calm as long as you’re nearby. He likes the physical reminders of your presence as well—stained coffee mugs sitting in the sink after you leave to work in the fields, the residual smell of you clinging to his clothing after you steal it, your personal items scattered around the living room, and anything else you leave in your wake. He wants to spend time with you constantly, but when that isn’t realistic, he walks into the bedroom and flops onto your side of the bed, just to shove his face into your pillow and inhale the smell of you.

When you are together, he’s always holding you. Whether it’s excitedly swinging you around in a circle in the entryway after you get back from work, gluing himself to your back while you waddle around the kitchen making dinner, or even walking through town together, he’s got to have his arms around you in some way. Granted, he’s not huge on PDA, unless someone stares at you too long and he wants to make a point, but he loves hugs, and especially playing with your hands! Rubbing his thumbs over the backs of your hands, threading and rethreading your fingers together, swinging your hands back and forth while walking through town, and making sure to remind you about the existence of hand cream when it’s the thick of winter.

Granny Evelyn was always very pointedly teaching him how to take care of his personal hygiene, so you can trust that he learned from the best of the best. When he is messing with your hands, you often find him admiring your calluses. He loves how strong your hands are; he says it’s a testament to your hard work and dedication. 

His life is so much better with you in it, and he’s finally comfortable just existing. Of course he still cares about gridball, but the guilt he felt about never going pro has dissipated, and he’s perfectly content in his life with you. He does wish he could’ve properly introduced you to his mom, but when you smile down at him in the morning, he likes to think the sunlight kissing the top of your head through the window is his mother’s way of showing her approval.

Elliott has a wonderful way with words, but if you want my professional opinion, this man gets tongue tied whenever you’re too forward with him. The more blunt you are, the more red in the face he gets. He’s always up in the clouds, and having someone like you there to ground him so solidly in reality switches his entire perception of love and attraction. It’s such a strong juxtaposition, against what he thought he liked, that many tropes within the romance genre have actually started to irritate him—love at first sight is probably the worst offender—and it affects the way he writes his own characters as well. 

Make no mistake, he’s still very much head-over-heels for you, but he doesn’t idolize you the way he did when you first met. There’s something so overwhelmingly human about you, to him, and he loves every part of it. 

So, he compliments you constantly—but almost always about something mundane or silly. The way your eyes look all droopy and clouded with sleep in the mornings, the way toothpaste surrounds your mouth while you’re brushing your teeth, or when you occasionally get your jacket pocket caught on a door handle and get jerked back with the force of hurricane level winds—and once, when you were struggling to put on your boots before a full day of work, and you tripped and toppled over in the entryway. You made the silliest sound as you went down, and even though he was quick to help you up and check you over for any potential bumps or bruises, he was laughing fondly to himself for the rest of the day. 

Even the way you look rumpled and filthy after a long trip in the mines makes him soft, and he always makes sure to tell you how wonderful you are. With your influence, he’s allowed himself to abandon his forced persona of perfection, and he’s never felt so authentic and comfortable in himself. He’s free to just be, and he’s eternally grateful to you, because you’ve shown him what love is supposed to be.

Shane always checks on the animals with you in the mornings, and he likes the physical labor that comes with repairing things or clearing debris from the farm on the first day of a new season. He’ll happily repair a fence or pathing, and he’s becoming more of a DIY expert himself the longer he lives on the farm with you. Shane is aware of how overworked you were when it was just you running the farm, and taking half of the shit off your plate makes him feel productive and useful—it gives him a little more purpose. He feels guilty about some of the habits he’s still holding on to, sometimes, but waking up next to you every day reminds him just how much makes life worth living. 

He gets a little down when there’s nothing to do on the farm, so if you want him to have a little more pep in his step, you know to ask him to do the usual chores while you dive down into the mines for the day. You do this the most often in winter, when the crops in the greenhouse aren’t ready for harvesting. He’s grateful for the work, and the knowledge that you trust him to take care of things while you’re fighting monsters makes him feel fulfilled. 

After a long day in the fields and with the animals, he likes lounging around before bed with you. His cheeks get so pink when you rub his back and give him massages, and when you shove a hand under his shirt while cuddling to rub his belly. He enjoys talking to you about anything and everything, and there have been a few late mornings because the two of you stayed up past midnight talking. 

He’s gotten pretty good at cooking, too! With all the extra time and a lot more of a sense of purpose in his life, he’s allowed himself to build interest in things he didn’t used to have the energy or time for, and that includes cooking. Make no mistake, he’s still comfortable with popping a frozen dinner in the microwave when neither of you have the time or energy to make a meal from scratch, but he’s become quite the chef! He tries to cook dinner for the two of you at least a few times a week, and he melts a little inside when you do the food dance after trying any of his recipes. He’ll smile so wide, and the tips of his ears will turn peachy-pink if you dare compliment his cooking, so you make sure to do it as often as possible. 

Harvey is always feeding you and making sure you’re dressed appropriately for the weather. He will absolutely run out the door after you in his robe and slippers if you forget a scarf, and a portion of your backpack space is reserved for the lunchboxes he makes you in the mornings. When you come back from the mines, regardless of how well it went or not, you have to let him give you a mini-checkup. He will not be able to sleep soundly if you don’t let him look you over, and he will nag you the entire time. He’s never mean about it, and he doesn’t treat you like a child, but it typically lasts fifteen to twenty minutes, and he might get weepy if he finds out you’ve been hurt. 

He’s just afraid for your safety, and he doesn’t want his life to go back to the dull and lonely repetitiveness it was before. Despite all of that, though, he’s calmed down quite a bit. He still has anxiety, but he’s no longer choked by it, and he’s relieved to have someone in his corner who can help ground him when his brain gets a little too ramped up.

He’s still totally socially awkward, though. He loves to hold your hand, but can’t do much more than that in public, because all of his blood rushes to his face and it makes him dizzy. He loves taking walks on the beach with you, and is the type to draw a heart in the sand with a stick and put your initials in it, but he’ll immediately scribble it out if you make a big deal out of it. 

In private, Harvey is a huge fan of parallel play activities; if you’re at the dining table reading a book, he’s probably going over medical papers or reading about fighter planes beside you. He doesn’t usually speak during these quiet moments, but occasionally he’ll reach over to grab your free hand and pull it up to his lips for a quick kiss. If you whine about needing your hand back, he purposely tickles your hand with his mustache and won’t let you pull away until he gets a real, full smile out of you. Since being with you, his life has become more rich and lively, and he gets more excited about things that would’ve gotten nothing more than a mild smile out of him in the past. You really have changed his whole life.

Maru pays really close attention to anything you express the slightest interest in. If you mention a particular candy that you’ve become obsessed with, she buys a full box the next day. If you mention liking a particular recipe, she’ll make it as often as possible until you get sick of it, and then she’ll move onto the next interest. The few times you took her to the city to visit your family, she made sure to take note of anything you looked at twice in any shop so she could buy it for you later. She’s surprised you with plenty of gifts this way, but there have also been a few times where she made the thing herself, and was very proud to say that her version was both better and worked smoother. 

Your farm has become a lot more automated, due to the sheer amount of tech and machines she’s built. She wants to make the harvesting process as smooth and as light in labor as possible, so that you have more time for yourself and your interests. She watched her mother’s physical state deteriorate over the years due to how often she’s lugging giant logs around, and doesn’t want the same thing to happen to you, so she’s constantly looking for new ways to lighten your load. 

She loves info dumping about her newest inventions or discoveries, and her favorite shared activity is stargazing. You commissioned Robin for a rooftop deck shortly after moving in together, and there have been many nights spent up there, with you pointing out different stars to Maru and allowing her to go on and on about nebulae, star systems, and giant interstellar clouds. She loves answering all of your questions, and never belittles you for not knowing something, or for asking an “obvious” question. It helps her brush up on her own knowledge as well! 

Beyond that, she likes roping you into shitty movie marathons. She’ll pop a few bags of popcorn and get out several bowls of snacks, and maybe if you’re feeling frisky she may just bust out a bottle of wine to enjoy between the two of you. She doesn’t think the movies are fantastic, but that’s the point! Her favorite parts are when she looks over at you after a particularly ridiculous scene, and she gets to watch you go through the five stages of grief in as many seconds. You’ve created a fair amount of inside jokes through this little ritual of yours, and it always makes her laugh, no matter how ridiculous the references are.

Penny takes immense care of the farmhouse, and loves decorating and redecorating your spaces. She’s always looking for the coziest pillows, or the prettiest wallpaper, and she includes you in every step of the process. If there’s anything you don’t jive with, or something you want to get done on the house but can never get to with all the other work you’re constantly doing, have no fear, because Penny will either find a contractor (Robin) to complete the project, or she’ll pick up a hammer and do it herself. 

She likes being a homemaker, and she’s good at it, and seeing you enjoy or react positively to any renovations and additions will make her whole month. You especially enjoy the home library she’s curated, because it’s by far the coziest room in the house, and because that’s where she loves to read to you—it’s something of a nightly routine for you both. After you’re finished getting ready for bed, she’ll sit on the thrifted chaise she restored, wait for you to get comfortable against her shoulder, and she’ll read until you’re sleepy enough to go to bed. (Sometimes you do pass out in there though.)

Your library is full of annotated books she’s given you, though she uses sticky notes to avoid writing directly on the pages, she will write an inscription inside the front cover with a short address to you about why she thought you’d like it. It’s pretty sweet, especially when she gives you romance books and explains with bright red cheeks that the main love interest reminded her of you. That’s always a cute moment, even though you’re a little shit sometimes and will quote the love interest in private moments, just to fluster her.

Penny secretly likes it, though—especially when you try to woo her. Whether it be with roses, dates, gifts, or flowery words, she loves every bit of it. Even though you’re together and she isn’t going anywhere, you don’t abandon those habits later on, and it reassures her. She initially figured the effort would be too much for someone as busy as you, but you always make time and plan romantic things for her, and she’s happy to know that her romance novels aren’t wholly fictional. You’re living proof of that.

Abigail has softened up quite a bit during her relationship with you. Don’t get me wrong, she’s still pretty passionate and bullheaded, but overall, she’s much calmer. She’s comfortable being herself and doesn’t feel the need to get defensive about who she is or what her interests are anymore, and it’s opened up a lot of avenues of self expression for her. She tries new things all the time, and she’s never shy about sharing her experiences or the results of them, because she knows you’re not going to judge her for it.

But because she feels so secure with you, she’s much more comfortable showing affection without fear of rejection or humiliation. That said, she stares at you a lot. Before you may have gotten a pillow launched at your face for bringing it up, but now she’s perfectly okay with being caught. She actually uses it to her advantage most of the time, and will take the opportunity to compliment you, like, “What, I can’t stare at the love of my life?” 

She loves flustering you. It’s mostly genuine, but she does do it just to be a little shit sometimes. When you play video games together (especially ones where you’re competing), she’ll grab your face and pull you into a kiss just to get ahead. It works 90% of the time, even when you know what she’s trying to do. She thinks it’s really cute, and loves seeing you get all worked up when she messes with you like that, but sometimes she does get lost in it and will abandon the game entirely.

On a more serious note, Abigail never lets you go down into the mines without her. She hates having to hear from Harvey, and she’d rather be there with you to prevent any accidents or injuries. It’s easier to get through the shafts with a second pair of eyes and another sword handy, so you’re alright with it—and another upside is that you’re never short on ore and coal anymore. When you get out of the mines afterward, she always suggests a dip in the spa. It helps you both relax and recuperate after a lengthy trip, and she gets to see you in a swimsuit. She may like the second part more, but hey, can you blame her? She thinks you’re hot, let her stare a bit more.

Haley is extremely tactile with her affection—she was pretty embarrassed about it at first, and tried to keep it at bay initially, but it caused some problems early on and that talk was not fun, so she doesn’t repress it anymore. If she wants to kiss you, she’ll ask for it, and the same can be said for any other physical affection. She wants you as close as possible a lot of the time, and when you do meet her need for touch, she all but turns into a cat.

She’ll push her face as far into your chest as it’ll go, latch herself onto your torso with all her strength, and if she’s feeling particularly goofy, she’ll jump into your arms like a koala. It’s very silly (and incredibly endearing), and she always giggles uncontrollably when you drop everything you’re doing to support her weight. She always warns you beforehand, and she does know when it isn’t safe or appropriate, so rest assured nothing goes wrong when she does decide to launch herself at you. Her favorite part about those moments is when you finally get a good grip on her. Again, she’s a tactile lover first and foremost, so your touch is going to make her happy no matter what. 

Besides touch, she likes how little you care about her appearance—make no mistake, she does appreciate when you take notice of all the effort she puts into her appearance—but she loves it when you wake her up in the mornings with a kiss, uncaring of her morning breath and eye crust. Like, sure, she grew up attractive and wealthy, and that meant she was popular, but it also meant she was highly criticized for everything she did. She could never have a blemish, a single hair out of place, or an embarrassing moment, and if she did, she’d be verbally torn to shreds. Always the topic of gossip, she learned to close herself off and pretend, pretend, pretend; but with you, she doesn’t need to.

She doesn’t feel the need to go to sleep with a full-face of makeup on, the way she did when she spent the night at her previous boyfriends’ places, and she’s perfectly content lounging around the house with a bare face and a tangled bun piled on top of her head. She can make all the hideous faces she needs to when applying her makeup and not agonize over whether you’ll still love her afterward. You’ve allowed her the space to let loose and let herself be imperfect, and it’s comfortable. She’s happier than she’s ever been, and a lot of it is thanks to you.

Leah is an artist, and it permeates her entire life—including the ways she loves you. She wants to make art out of you in a million ways, especially tactile ones, like braiding your hair or helping you dress yourself. She frequently stops you at the door before you head out for work, and she’ll fix your shirt collar or put your hat on for you, and adjust your hair until it lays perfectly.

She has paintings of you scattered around the house, but they aren’t always portraits. If you look hard enough, you can find hints of her love for you in all the art she creates; a canvas covered in your favorite flowers, a picture painted only with your favorite color, or subtle snapshots of your life together. She does have a portrait of you above her work desk, though, and it is by far her favorite piece. (She has rejected multiple offers for it, and she always will.)

She loves working on her art projects while you watch, and it’s become something of an inconsistent routine for the both of you. It started after dinner one night, when she was cracking down on a deadline for a commission, but you still wanted to keep her company. Not wanting to leave you hanging, she grabbed two glasses of wine, and you sat comfortably on her studio couch while she painted the piece for her client. She never demands silence from you in these moments, but when you are quiet, it’s easier for her to fall into the cozy atmosphere. Her work often feels less stressful with you watching, because if she gets overwhelmed or irritated with stubborn mediums, she can just flop next to you and take her mind off of the problem.

When you’re not home and she has no immediate commissions, she paints tiny hidden meadows on your furniture: on the bottom leg of your dining table, the inside door of a dish cabinet, the underside of your desk, the top of your front door, and even around the farm as well. She’s always so excited when you find another mini-meadow, and it’s like a special treasure hunt for the two of you. She’s gotten pretty good at hiding them, and she’s quite sneaky about it—except for the one time she fell into the pig pen trying to paint on the rafters in the barn—but that’s neither here nor there. (Don’t let her find the picture on your phone!)

Emily is like a crow. You’ve developed a mini collection of random trinkets, rocks, sea glass, shells, and feathers over the course of your relationship, all found and gifted to you by Emily. She sees a pretty shiny thing and immediately thinks of you. Sometimes she follows you around during your daily errands, just to keep you company. She absolutely steps in to lighten your load when you need it (or rather, when you let her), but usually she’s fine just listening to you talk, and vice versa.

She also likes taking care of you. Emily makes her own homemade soap and body oils, and if you’re ever worn out after a particularly long day, she’ll set up a mini-spa for you, and pamper you for however long it takes to wring out any lingering aches and pains. She’ll bust out dried flower petals and draw a bath for you, making sure to light candles and turn on a diffuser filled with calming oils to help you relax while you bathe. She doesn't want you to lift a single finger, and she may go so far as to dress and feed you after a bath; she likes to use warming oils and massage your entire body before bed. It’s both very vulnerable and incredibly relaxing—but that is her goal, after all—and she always finishes off her pampering with a healthy dose of kisses pressed all over your face.

While not everyone has as strong a connection to the spiritual side of the world, Emily does—and she likes sharing that with the people she cares about. Regardless of whether or not someone believes in the same things she does, she likes to look over your birth chart and horoscopes together, and sometimes she’ll do a tarot card reading for you, just for fun. She’s aware that people think she’s weird for being into these things, but you’ve never shut her down or made fun of her for her interests, and she’s both grateful and overwhelmed by how it makes her feel. No one else has taken such care to understand her, and she feels safe enough to be her most authentic self when you’re around each other. 

It’s also why she likes to dance with you! Whether it be a little dance-off in the kitchen while you’re preparing dinner together, or a slow dance in the living room, or even acting like nutcases at the saloon after a few too many drinks, she’ll have fun as long as it’s with you. She always has fun when it’s with you.

[subastian-swallows]

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A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

Ominis adores the way you see the world, and not in a ‘well I can’t see so you tell me,’ kind of way. But in a way that he could listen to you for hours, simply explaining what flower you saw on your walk today or about the bee that attacked Sebastian in Herbology. He adores the way you experience the world around you and he feels almost connected with you — because of it. He’s never cared for seeing things, he got used to it and had years to practise. But listening to you talk about everything that makes you happy, makes him happy and what makes you sad, makes him sad. He could say he adores the way you laugh, when you’re really happy or how your voice quivers slightly when you’re sad, but that would be too easy an answer. Instead, he adores the little things — things people might not notice, but he does. Like how your voice elevates when you’re excited or when your answers grow short when you’re grumpy. He adores it all.

B = Body (what is their favourite part of your body?)

Ominis is a lot more subtle about this, abruptness being Sebastian’s thing. And the thing about his favourite parts of you, is well everything. Of course, this answer would frustrate you a little — thinking it’s him taking the easy way out of answering, until he pulls you towards him. He would then grumble and slowly map out each part of you, how your nose angles a certain way, or how your eyes crinkle at the sides when your happy, or how your lips curves perfectly no matter if your happy or sad. He would explain in soft detail, that he might not be able to see you, but he can feel you and it helps the image of you in his head. So that is why his favourite parts of you is everything — he has created the perfect imagine of the perfect person for himself and that is you.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

Ominis cuddles depend on his mood much like Sebastian. But unlike Sebastian who I believe prefers touching in a different way, like holding your hand — Ominis needs almost full body contact. For example: resting his head in your lap, hands playing with your fingers, while you speak about your day. Or holding you from behind as you sit in his lap, studying. Or the full body embraces you provide him when he has a nightmare, the pressure of you being the perfect thing to bring him back to the ground. Ominis is subtle about PDA in front of others, partly unsure of himself and constantly feeling like you could do better, but that doesn’t stop him from cuddling you quickly and acting like he’s reaching for a book in the Library or a vial in Potions.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

Ominis’ ideal date is being with you. And yes, that might sound lame or an easy answer — but to Ominis, he doesn’t see it that way. Truthfully, he just wants to do anything that makes you happy, anything that allows him the chance to hear the change in your voice when you’re excited or the noises you make when you’re surprised. He just likes knowing you’re happy and if that means he’s begrudgingly following you into a cave, gripping your hand tightly and wishing he had more of a backbone with you, then so be it. More often than not, Ominis prefers to visit Hogsmeade with you or the lake, just enjoying each other’s company while you explain what you can see. He loves listening to you talk and just sitting in the common room together — is more than enough.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

Ominis is more subtle. I feel like subtly is something he has become accustomed to, growing up the way he did — showing weakness was treated like the worst thing imaginable and so he got really good at hiding it. He doesn’t mean to be like this, more often than not, feeling a little guilty about holding so much in — but with you, he slowly opens up more. You bring out the part of him that he thought he had lost and he knows he could never repay you for that. When Ominis is angry, it’s perhaps the only time you know for certain — he’s a hot head in the complete 180 to Sebastian and he grows quiet. He doesn’t necessarily want to take it out on you, so he hides until he can speak his mind — it usually being about you putting yourself in harms way etc. He doesn’t like being angry at you and it doesn’t happen often — but you know when giving him space is needed.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

Now this is a hard one. For I believe that Ominis wouldn’t want to continue his family’s bloodline. I think he would have drilled it into his head, that he didn’t deserve the happiness of a family, feeling sick at the idea of his bloodline expanding. But you would change that eventually, perhaps even by accident. Truthfully, he just doesn't like the idea, but I think deep down — raising a child with you, would bring him more joy than he could even admit. If it happened by accident, I think he would find it nerve-racking at first, scared that he wouldn't do a good job — considering how he was raised. But you would easily win him over and when the time came to it, he realises he was simply being foolish — and he ends up being a great father and even better husband.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

Ominis loves gifting you things. It's another subtle way of him to express his love to you — without having to say it out loud, which he finds hard sometimes. His gifts at first were a little lavish and you eventually had to tell him that you don't need such things, but Ominis usually doesn't listen — and buys them anyway. The more subtle things would be flowers or chocolate and they would be hand delivered in secret or on passing — you would be busily focused on something in the courtyard, maybe with your friends. He would appear out of the blue, kissing you on the head, before handing it to you and disappearing again — not needing a thank you.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

Hand holding is something really intimate to Ominis — he loves it, loves the feeling of your hand in his and he especially loves tracing the lines and curves of your fingers and palm. He often doesn't mind if others notice, but more often than not, Ominis doesn't like showing other's that side of him. Like I said, he's not big on PDA, but that doesn't stop him from holding your hand — subtly holding them beneath the table in the great hall or beneath your robes as you sit close together on the benches watching the latest Quidditch match.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

Ominis would be livid. He would also be completely panicked and overwhelmed — worried over if you were seriously injured. Truthfully, Ominis would be the first at your side and the last at your side — constantly asking you if you need anything or what he could do to make things easier. If the injury was due to someone else, well they better watch out — Ominis holds a grudge like no other and he would make sure they are punished rightfully so. In the end he would dote on you hard, fluffing your pillows, helping you eat — despite you saying you can do it. He would just be super sweet.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

Ominis joking around is hard to come by — but not impossible. He usually needs help, possibly coming to you in a weird mood and being like 'lets mess with Sebastian today?' This would be just little things like misplacing his belongings, ignoring him. Ominis doesn't tend to be one who plays pranks, but will join in on occasion. He does love teasing you though and tickles, Ominis is very ticklish.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

Ominis' kisses are soft, passionate, loving and memorable. Depending on the situation, Ominis kisses you as if he's going to lose you — as if you will realise you deserve better. When his kisses are soft, he kisses you delicately — his lips lingering in each spot he places them and he always ends them with a small smile. When his kisses are passionate, he kisses you with desire and longing — as if he is under a spell and his hands twist wildly in your clothes, pulling you close, desperate for your touch. When his kisses are loving and memorable, he kisses with devotion — with the idea that he wants to remember you completely. He normally traces your face with his fingers, but more often than not, he prefers doing it with his lips, his tongue. He wants to create your picture in his mind and lock it away forever, never wishing to forget it.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

Ominis, like Sebastian is three of the five, love languages. Words of affirmation, Quality time and Physical touch. He loves telling you his feelings, especially when you both can slip away from the world. He needs you to hear it often, something he wasn't accustom to growing up and so he goes, almost over the top to make sure you know his feelings — this is only when you both finally told each other. Before that Ominis typically bottles everything up. Quality time and Physical touch is just as important to Ominis — being near you, touching you, even if it's just your hand, makes him incredibly happy and it's how he shows you in public that he loves you. You're the first person he wants to talk to and the last, he needs you with him at all times — and you willingly agree to it.

M = Memory (favourite memory together?)

First time you bring him to the Room of Requirement. It's the middle of sixth-year and your Hippogriffs have had their babies and all you want to do is share it with him. Ominis has always been curious — but also incredibly nervous. It's the first time you touch hands, in more of intimate way, than just normal. You support him and he trusts you, to pat the Hippogriffs — and he can't stop himself from kissing you. It's sudden and a little awkward — his lips missing yours slightly as he moves to fast and you laugh, before supporting him to do it right again.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

His family is usually what he has nightmares of. What he was made to do, what he had to go through with etc. You often find him shakily keeping busy in the Undercroft after his nightmares and when you make yourself known — it doesn't take long before he breaks down in your arms. You allow him to cry, for there is nothing wrong with it and you simply just hold him — tightening your grip around him when he needs it. You then talk, about anything really and you keep talking into Ominis feels better. Reminding him constantly that he isn't them and he is a good person.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

Ominis hums when he’s focused. At first you thought someone had charmed something in the Library to play music, when it got really quiet. But it was and had always been Ominis, his soft humming a tune — that has become his favourite. He doesn’t notice it either and it’s always when he’s so focused on something else that the only one who does is you or the others around him. You find it incredibly cute, Ominis finds it super embarrassing and yet — can’t help himself most of the time.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

Darling

My Love

Angel

Beloved

Beautiful

Mi Amore

Trouble

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

Ominis doesn't care how he spends his time with you. It could be studying in the Library, lazing in the sun in one of the courtyards or simply sitting in the common room together. All that matters is that you're both together and aren't interrupted. He enjoys every moment where he gets to spend it with you and when you're apart, he simple whines so much that eventually Sebastian drags him to you and tags you in — you laugh every time.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

Yours - Conan Gray

Die For You - Joji

Until I Found You - Stephen Sanchez

Those Eyes - New West

j's lullaby (darlin' i'd wait for you) - Delaney Bailey

Complex - Katie Gregson-Macleod

I'm In Love With You - The 1975

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

Ominis is more secretive, but not because he doesn't trust you. Truthfully, it's because he doesn't want to burden with you with all of the drama he deals with behind closed doors. The constant pressure from his family, often gets too much and when you eventually find him and question him about it — he tries to wave it away. You, however are stubborn and when you sit him down and get it out of him, Ominis slowly breaks down his walls and tells you everything.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

End of the sixth-year. With everything that happened in your fifth-year, anything 'feeling' related was put on hold. Truthfully, from the beginning of the sixth-year, Ominis knew he was in love with you, realising almost quite quickly that he didn't want to be away from you. Then it became awkward for a bit — perhaps, because Ominis thought you wouldn't feel the same, Sebastian was more your type...right? It's only after you both study together, tucked away in the back of the Library that he thoughts spill out — before he can stop them and he wonders what you think of him. He's shy now, but you smile and lean over and kiss his cheek softly — Ominis blushes hard and all you leave him with is one thing: 'I like you, Ominis, took you long enough to figure it out.' You both start dating in private for a while, before telling anyone.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

Ominis can always tell. For some reason he's tuned into your emotions better than you are — knowing exactly when it changes, even just by a little. Perhaps, it's with how much time you spend together, but when you're upset, before you even need to say anything — Ominis whisks you away from everyone and nestles you in an embrace. He holds you for a while, until you either laugh or cry — depending on why you're upset and when you eventually tell him what's happened, he always knows how to make you happy.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

Ominis is proud of you. How could he not be? He's never met a more interesting, stubborn, intelligent, beautiful person — and everything you do either amazes him or stresses him out. Either way, he's always discussing your talents and everything you've accomplished — truthfully, he just loves you. He doesn't need to show you off and well, to be honest — he doesn't want to. You see if he did, then you'd have more interest your way and well, Ominis doesn't want to share your attention.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

He doesn't hate you fighting, but he doesn't like it. Truthfully, he just wants you to be safe and he already stresses out enough with you and Sebastian's friendship — that listening to you talk about Ashwinders and poachers, gives him a headache. Ominis would fight beside you, for you and with you — if you asked. He hates people considering him to be less than, because he's blind — but don't be mistaken, having Ominis with you, is a great asset and you love it. Especially when he gets all hot and sweaty.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

Ominis can read you better than you can read yourself. He's so tuned into you, that it's almost scary that he just knows what's going on with you and if you're happy or sad. Truthfully you love it, for the most part — considering it means you never have to say much, which helps when you're sad. But, it can be a little frustrating when you're mad at him and he won't give you space, when you need it.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

Ominis would be reluctant, perhaps the idea had come up — but considering how he feels about his family, he would be worried about you. When he eventually gets over this and stops being a coward, his words, Ominis would propose to you in a romantic way. Consider, receiving a letter to ask you to meet in a spot you both had your first kiss and he would propose, with his whole heart, explaining in every little detail that he will take care of you for the rest of your life and he can't see himself with anyone else. He would remember from past conversations your favourite gemstone and would get a ring made with it — one of a kind, just like you.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

You.

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@zainiscompletelydone333 asked a question

wait what happens to herder's darling? does she live in the basement with him??

I definitely chuckled at the last bit

The Games We Play of Dust and Ash (Yandere Moriarty the Patriot Masterlist)

Von Herder’s darling is a doctor, people depend on her to save lives, like how they met, she was taking care of Sebastian when he got shot. To kidnap her is to put so many lives at stake. Herder will say he is friends with his darling but really he is stalking her, and they only had met a handful of times. So when she aligns herself in the investigation of the Moriarty family, he does have to monitor her a bit more seriously, especially when she finds the cause of death with the parents of Albert’s darling. She is becoming a problem but she helps so many people, like just the other day she preformed surgery to prevent internal bleeding in a young girl, no older than thirteen, then a few weeks ago she took one of her patients into her own home who became paralyzed from the waist down to help them recover.

Then she does become a serious problem when she is called to the estate of a noble who was shot by Moran and saves his life. Then as she is helping them recover she finds out how everything fell into place and they are able to put the pieces together to prevent a future death with the help of her colleagues.

She is saving lives just not the ones they want saved now.

So one day when she is on her way home from her medical practice she hears footsteps following her. She picks up her pace, knowing full well that something will happen. She squeals when she sees a spark as a bullet hits the ground near her foot, she is panicked and runs into a nearby alley to hide.

She hears another bullet fires but it is not even aimed at her, she sees the impact on the wall but it bursts to release some sort of gas. She tries to cover her face with her sleeve but the moment it hits her nose the effects are almost instant and she starts stumbling, trying to support herself against the alley wall, but it does not matter, she hits the ground and she is out in a matter of seconds.

“Did you have to aim so close to her? You could have hurt her.”

“You were the one who told me to startle her, Herder.”

“Let’s not fight, let’s get her back before anyone sees us.”

When she wakes up she has an absolutely horrible headache and in a room she didn’t recognize. Laying down in bed, big enough for two people but the other side is empty. Looking around the room she finds that the door is locked, the desk is a mess with odd bits and bobbles, the closest is filled with men’s clothes and she finds many of her clothes from her apartment in boxes in the closet, many of her files and books from her home were on the shelves, the first thing that was unpacked, and then she opens the bedside table drawer to find a blindfold and she knows exactly what happened to her.

I have no doubt in my mind that she will use her knowledge of anatomy to try to eliminate Herder or someone else, so she is almost never alone with him, someone like James or Moran always there and then drugged when they go to bed so she cannot try anything when he is asleep, but even then good luck because he is a light sleeper due to his hearing so try anything and he will be up and restraining her.

Honestly she has a better life than many of the others because Herder would die if he ever hurt her, he practically worships the ground she walks on, and just wants to show her the things he creates and that feeling of validation from her, but good luck getting it now.

[thegettingbyp2]

Sebastian Kydd request

The reader is Carrie sister, her and Sebastian are dating out get into an argument and Sebastian goes to the reader for advice and maybe he kisses the reader who gets mad because he is with her sister and runs off in tears, Sebastian then realises he has has feelings for the reader but he is still with Carrie (conflicting feelings)

The Wrong Bradshaw Sister

A/N: This is my first Sebastian fic and I loved writing it so much! I really hope you enjoy it!

Buy me a coffee :)

A soft knock on your bedroom door had you pausing the record that you had playing and putting your book down on your bed before swinging your legs around until they landed on the soft carpet and you padded over to the door. You opened the door and was confused to find your sister, Carrie’s boyfriend, Sebastian Kydd, standing on the other side, his hands in his pockets, smiling at you sheepishly.

‘Hey, you okay?’ you asked, confused as to why he would be coming to your door instead of your sisters.

‘Do you mind if I come in?’ he asked and you nodded, holding the door open wider before closing it with a soft click as he sat on the edge of your bed. You walked back over to sit next to him before he spoke. ‘Me and Carrie had a fight.’

‘About what?’ you asked gently, not wanting to pry.

‘She thinks that this business I’m just starting up is stupid and doesn’t think that it will go anywhere.’ He said, turning to look at you and rolling his eyes in an attempt to lighten the mood.

‘Well, do you think that it’s going to take off?’

‘I really do,’ he said, his whole body seeming to grow lighter as his crooked smirk appeared on his lips. ‘I really think that it could be something amazing and I know that should be what matters but it sucks that she isn’t being supportive of me the way I am with her writing. The amount of times she comes to me with doubts that she’s going to make it and I’m there to reassure her but the moment I told her about my idea, it gets shut down.’

You couldn’t help but feel a little bad for him. You knew that Carrie could sometimes be a bit much when it came to her internship at Interview Magazine and at times that it was the only thing she cared about. But at the same time, you were annoyed at her for not extending the same support she received from Sebastian when he clearly needed it.

‘Well, as long as you believe in it, then that’s the only thing that should matter. But I get it, she should be supportive of you too because it really does sound like a good idea, Sebastian,’ you reassured him, smiling softly up at him.

‘How are you so good at this?’ he asked, looking down at you with wonder in his eyes.

You felt your cheeks flush with heat at his words and you gently shrugged. ‘I don’t know,’ you murmured, ‘experience, I guess?’

As soon as you stopped speaking, you felt Sebastian’s lips gently press against yours and you couldn’t stop the surprised intake of breath, allowing him to slip his tongue between your lips as he deepened the kiss. His arm wound around your waist and gently pulled you closer until your hands were resting against his chest. For a while, you let yourself get lost in the kiss, letting yourself enjoy the moment.

He slowly lowered you down until he was hovering over you slightly as your back hit your mattress and your hands fisted in his hair, causing a groan to work its way from Sebastian’s throat. He broke the kiss and looked down at you, something like realisation appearing in his eyes as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

‘Sometimes, I think I’m with the wrong Bradshaw sister,’ he said, leaning down to kiss you again.

His words sent your moment to a screeching halt as you remembered who he was, what you were doing and that he was dating your sister. Turning your head to avoid his kiss, you pushed him off you and jumped off of your bed, pacing your bedroom floor as Sebastian remained seated, his eyes following your every movement.

‘What are you doing?’ you asked, slightly breathless from the kiss and kicking yourself for it.

‘(Y/N),’ he began, moving to get off the bed and head towards you. You felt tears begin to fill your eyes and you were quick to turn your back to him, not wanting him to see that you’d let him reduce you to tears. Sebastian’s hand on your shoulder spun you back around to face him, his face falling when he saw your tears. ‘Don’t cry,’ he started, thumbing away your tears from your cheeks.

‘No. We shouldn’t have done this. You’re dating my sister, Sebastian! Why the hell did you think it was okay to kiss me like that, all,’ you trailed off, becoming flustered as he stepped closer into your personal space, a small, smug smirk appearing on his lips as he tilted your chin up to look at him.

‘All what, (Y/N),’ he asked quietly, biting his lip softly as he looked at you and you felt your knees weaken almost immediately.

‘All, you know,’ you said, not being able to find the words to describe that kiss or how it made you feel. ‘But that’s not the point!’ you continued, shaking yourself out of your thoughts, ‘you shouldn’t have kissed me because what if Carrie found out? She’d be crushed, I can’t do that to her.’

‘I like you, (Y/N). I like you more than I should like my girlfriend’s sister but I can’t help it.’ Sebastian said bluntly, causing your cheeks to flush once more. ‘And I know you like me too. I’ve seen the way you look at me when I’m here and believe me, I look at you the same way.’

There was something about his words and the sincerity of his tone that made you believe everything that he said; that and you didn’t think Sebastian could be that cruel and lead you on. It would be a lie if you said that you didn’t have feelings for him; since the day Carrie had brought him around, you kicked yourself for not getting to him first. Without thinking, you looped your arms around his neck and pulled yourself up to your toes to press your lips harshly against his again.

Sebastian responded immediately, wrapping his arms around your waist and yanking you against his body, kissing you back with more vigour than you ever thought possible. The second you let your thoughts back in, you were jumping backwards, fresh tears gathering in your eyes as you roughly dragged your hand through your hair.

‘God, what is wrong with me?’ you cried as another wave of guilt crashed into you. You felt Sebastian walk up to you again, taking your face in both of his hands and bending down to meet your gaze.

‘(Y/N), tell me you want me too,’ he said with a sense of urgency in his voice. ‘Tell me you want me the way I want you and we can make it happen, I’ll break up with Carrie. I want you. Come on, baby, just say it.’

His thumbs were absentmindedly tracing soothing circles against your cheeks as you thought about what he said. You did want him, you’d wanted him for years and it would be so easy to give into him. But, he was also dating your sister and you’d hate to fight with her over something as stupid as a boy.

After a few moments of excruciating silence, you met his gaze once more. You had your answer. And you were tired of always hiding what you truly wanted just so Carrie could get what she wanted.

‘I want you too.’

[mermaidsirennikita]

What makes you say that? I think the Wallflowers series is pretty inoffensive in that Bridgerton style way only it's has better characters and better romances.

Sebastian St. Vincent kidnaps and threatens to rape the heroine of book 2 and his main consequences are "getting beaten up by Westcliff and then becoming the hero of the third book".

I have no problem with that as a reader, and I personally find things like Daphne raping Simon and Sir Philip raping Marina much more offensive because of how the narrative handles them (at least people know what St. Vincent did was wrong, even if Westcliff forgives him in like a week and he gets everlasting love with Lillian's BFF) but there's pretty much no way the series could be onscreen at this cultural moment without a complete bastardization of the plot. And if you've got to bastardize it? I don't want it.

They got away with the Daphne thing, frankly, because Daphne is a woman and they could excuse it with "well he was kinda into it" (see: Simon being sober versus passed out drunk, though he does withdraw consent so that's all that matters) and "but what of her autonomy! He took that, so I guess it's fine for her to rape him!" The book also never acknowledges what Daphne did as rape, whereas the Wallflowers has Simon tell Lillian very explicitly that like it or not, he's going to have sex with her. And at that point he'd already kidnapped and drugged her.

And Lisa's already edited out the fact that Lillian was suuuper drunk when Westcliff deflowered her (she thought the sex was a dream--and frankly, as a reader, I don't care, I prefer that version, but it would never fly on a mainstream romance show these days). The only reason why St. Vincent's crimes aren't edited out is because it's impossible to do so without fundamentally ripping apart book 2 and 3, and he's incredibly popular so she really can't touch his book.

However, she can offer a pretty half-assed "good game buddy" apology/forgiveness handshake in Devil in Disguise, which was kind of bizarre because it's like... in 30 years or something... constantly hanging out because you're best friends with each other's spouses... y'all have never cleared the air? Lmao?

But yeah. No way The Wallflowers is getting adapted without drastic changes to the material. A kidnapper and rape-threatener is not going to be a hero on a mainstream romance show at the moment. Even if a lot of people wouldn't care, it would be a hugely discussed issue if the show got good viewership. It doesn't matter if the material is better, which I agree with completely--the romance reading community is the only community an adaptation needs to succeed, and a lot of younger romance readers still take issue with the series because of that content. I just can't see the mainstream kind of audience that sort of show would need accepting the St. Vincent plot, even if it is the most popular plot among romance readers.

[slasherscream]

crazy ass boys gang finding the reader crying

crazy ass boys gang + finding you crying 

billy loomis: Hates seeing you cry but doesn’t panic about it. First things first, he needs to know what’s wrong. He’s patient while you cry through the entire explanation, no matter how long it takes for you to get it out. Once he knows what’s wrong, he’ll hug you until you’ve calmed down. After that, he tries to solve the problem. Very pragmatic about it all.

josh washington: Is no stranger to crying. His sisters cry. His friends cry. He cries. He’s used to it. It still breaks his heart that you’re upset. Goes all out while trying to make you feel better. Will order all your favorite food, run you a bath, light some candles, pour you a glass of wine. Anything and everything you need. You can’t cry if you’re too busy being pampered.

stu macher: Struggles a little with empathy at times, so his gut reaction is not taking it very seriously. If you seem really upset, or you keep crying after he initially tries to cheer you up with jokes or baiting you into getting angry instead of sad, he gets a little anxious. Will do pretty much anything to make you stop crying at this point, because he's now personally uncomfortable. But it seems like he's just stressed about seeing you cry, so it cheers you up a little. It's great to have such a loving boyfriend, after-all.

jd/jason dean: If you’re not crying because someone did something to you, then speak up now or forever hold your peace. Otherwise, he will jump to conclusions and he will go kill someone. Once you assure him that nobody did anything to you (if he believes you), he will comfort you. He’s honestly pretty good at it too. Will hold you for as long as you need and never judge you for anything you say out of frustration or anger. 

kevin khatchadourian: Isn’t very concerned, full-stop. Crying and sadness is an emotion that he’s completely unaccustomed to. He’s observed it, sure, but he doesn’t understand it. Still, he knows it benefits him to get you to stop crying. It also strengthens the bond between you when he does things like comfort you. Since it does have a tangible effect on your relationship, he’ll comfort you. If there’s a problem he can solve even better. If it was a person who made you cry... good luck to them.

nathan prescott: Absolutely panics. Was not born with the ability to comfort anyone. He can’t even self soothe and now he has to help someone else do it? Still, he does hate to see you cry. It’s best if he finds you crying somewhere private. He can’t be caring in front of an audience, no matter how much he may want to. His ego wouldn’t be able to take it. If you’re alone, he’ll do his best. He’ll put on the sounds of whale calls (is that to calm you down or him? who knows), and then just hold you. He’ll listen to whatever you have to say but won’t give any advice. He goes to you for advice, he doesn’t think he has any wisdom to offer you. But just him being there, quietly trying to support you when you can tell just how out of his comfort zone he is, means a lot to you.

sebastian valmont: Is actually very good at comforting you. How people work is his favorite subject. He’s an observer, and a talented one at that. He knows exactly what to do and exactly what will help. If you need a shoulder to cry on, he’s there. If you need someone to bitch to who agrees with everything you say, he’s wonderful. If you need advice, you’ll be shocked at how perfectly he can assess your problem. If you need pampering, he’s got the spa privately booked. By the end of the day, you’ll forget you were upset at all.

david mccall: Babies you. It would be condescending if you didn’t need it so badly. He’s determined to solve all your problems. He wants to be your hero. Something going wrong at work? He’ll step in. A friend stressing you out? He’ll “talk” to them. He pulls you into his lap and makes you pour your aching little heart out. “I’ll take care of it, baby,” and he’s not just sweet talking you. Watch exactly what you say to him, unless you don’t mind him solving certain problems permanently.

sparrow!ben hargreeves: Another one who is awful at comforting you. He didn’t get any comfort growing up and he certainly doesn’t get any now. The way he solves his problems is by taking it out on criminals and having a stiff drink afterwards. Will awkwardly go for holding you and order you not to cry because it will ruin his designer shirt. If that gets a laugh out of you, he’ll breathe a sigh of relief. It makes the situation feel less alien (and scary) to him. He settles on holding you for as long as you need and trying to keep his mouth shut. He can be bitchy when he’s worried and he doesn’t want to set you off into another crying spell. 

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Falling Away With You | Ch. 22

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: You cast your first spell, and make some last minute preparations for your mission with Magnus.

Author’s Note: Friendly reminder that Magnus is disguised until Mission: Abominable is over! Currently he looks more middle-aged, with graying black hair, dark skin, and gold-ish eyes. Same general features as the reference in Chapter 18, otherwise. uwu

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This magic shit is hard.

If I’m not good at something right away, I take it to heart. I know it’s illogical, but I can’t help it. Rejection sensitivity, and all that. After several consecutive failed attempts to lock up this fucking door, I’m really feeling it.

I’m sitting on the bottom step, elbows on my knees and head in my hands. My forehead is more moist with sweat now than it was when I ran the entire fucking way here. My body is achey and I’m sleepy and I’m really hungry and I want to go home and go to bed but instead I have a long night ahead of me so I’m going to freaking lose it. 

I hear footsteps descending the stairs at my back. “I couldn’t do it,” I admit before Magnus can even ask. “I tried so many times, Magnus! And it seemed like I was almost there, too! This shit is exhausting!” Frustrated tears threaten to spill from my eyelids. I lift my face from my hands and let them dangle over my knees. “I don’t even know what I did wrong. I felt something going through me and then everything just fizzled away every fucking time and–”

“(Y/n).” My face whips to the tall, disguised wizard, and I squeak, wide eyed and taken aback at how sternly he broke me from my spiral. “It’s going to be alright.” 

As he seats himself next to me, I turn my head back down and keep blurting out my woes. “No, like, I suck at th–”

He places a firm hand on my knee and speaks my name again. I gawk at how large his hand is, quickly snap out of it, and face him once more. “Show me,” he calmly orders. 

My eyes flicker between each of his, not wanting to embarrass myself, but he insists on it with a tilt of his head towards the door I’d been working on.

I sigh as I pull myself up on two legs and lazily re-familiarize myself with the grimoire. A deep, shaky breath escapes me, and I do what I’ve been doing, now with the added pressure of my mentor’s gaze.

Big surprise, it doesn’t fuckin’ work! 

I turn back to him, feeling exhausted thanks to all that’s been drained from me. Magnus’ eyebrows furrow, and he approaches with an outstretched palm. 

“Touch me,” he quietly requests. 

Looking down to hide any possible traces of being flustered by that phrasing, I hold his hand. He then whispers something too quiet to make out, but it prompts a glow to emit from his hand and pulsate into my own. Suddenly, I feel… kind of ok. Less tired for sure, but also more relaxed. He, on the other hand, definitely looks a little rough.

“I’ve refilled your mana with my own,” Magnus explains without prompt. “It will replenish your energy, as well as calm your anxieties.” His newly golden gaze drifts from our hands to my eyes. “It’s common to feel unwell once you’re running low.” 

“What about you?”

“I regenerate relatively quickly,” he smiles. “This is the same side you tried to enchant with, correct?” I nod. “Is it your dominant hand?” 

“Mhm,” I hum my affirmation.

“Good,” he confirms, “It does not matter which hand you use, but rather, what feels most natural, so you’ve a good start.” 

Magnus turns his attention toward the door, and brings my held hand up to it, positioning me so that my fingertips are barely grazing the dark wood. He then brings his opposite fingers to the book I have opened across my forearm. 

“Now try the enchantment again, but slowly. Ease into the words — the calmer you are, the more likely it is to work.” 

The way he teaches is stern, but soothing.

Just in general, being around Magnus in general is… so fucking soothing, for some reason. There’s something so familiar and homely about him that I can’t put my finger on.

But that’s totally the mana transfer or my exhaustion or something talking.

Totally.

In my weird and sappy state, I gaze up at him dumbly. Magnus gives me another directional head tilt to prompt my next attempt. This time, his face is less flat — that dreamy smile I’m growing more familiar with paints him.

Heat rises to my face as I close my eyes and try to focus.

I take in a deep breath, and think of the people and things that bring me the most comfort: 

Cannoli’s snuggles. Robin’s rare, weird words of motherly wisdom. Sebastian’s everything. The rain. Sam… to a degree. Gus’ cooking. The Gem Sea. Marnie’s generous dairy gifts. My new home. Leah’s voice and passing greetings. The view I had on the first night I met Magnus... Magnus’ hand on mine.

Magnus.

I open my eyes as I exhale, feeling like I’m in an entirely new headspace. As I begin the incantation, Magnus takes his hand off mine, but stays close. I keep my voice at a whisper — feels comfier than trying to, like, announce anything. The body-tingles start drastically sooner this time around, and once I’m finished, a small light swirls around each of my fingertips before dissipating.

…Shit, that’s new.

I look up at Magnus, looking for reassurance or instructions. He smiles, a glimmer of pride evident in his eyes, and nods to the door once more. 

I try to open it again, but this time, the door doesn’t budge!

Holy fuck, I actually just casted a spell. I just did magic. 

I slam the book shut and hold it close to myself, trying not to show too much excitement because that was so fucking cool and I’m cool now!!! and I don’t know how to handle this pride.

I can’t stop the cheek-cramping smile that’s on my face or the tiny “Oh my god I actually did it” I mutter out between incredulous giggles. 

“That was perfect, (y/n)!“

I instinctively bring the tome further up to cover some of my face, half-intentionally hiding myself as I thank the wizard. I’ve gotten plenty more praise since moving here than I did in the city, but never because of anything I accomplished in particular, as far as I can remember. 

Except for, like, sexy stuff. But now isn’t the time to reminisce on that.

The positive attention in this context is a little embarrassing. I change the subject to try and avoid it, bringing out my phone to check on the time. 

Looking up from behind the grimoire, I ask, “What’s next?” 

Magnus steals my hiding spot with a cheeky grin, and tucks it under his arm before placing his hands in his pockets. He already looks like he’s fully recovered from his earlier mana drain. 

“Not much, at this point. I must decide on an identity to take up, should Abigail ask questions.”

I nod in agreement. “Aaand I just have to remember to pretend I’ve never met you, which will probably be easier said than done.”

He hums and nods. “I could utilize the arcane to lobotomise you.”

I snort and follow him as he makes his way back upstairs. “Do it.” I egg on. “You won’t.”

A hearty laugh emerges from Magnus, and my stomach flutters. I think that’s the first time I’ve heard something like that from him. 

“Oh, of course I wouldn’t do that.” I’m about to tease how easily he gave up on the bit, but then he scoffs and adds, “It would fail to be so entertaining if you knew I was going to.”

I playfully nudge him with my shoulder, but my attention is reeled in by his temporary living quarters.

All of the walls have been redecorated with a light green wallpaper, and the floors with a light herringbone. He still has all his plants, but they look less fantastical, now based in rustic tin pots and woven baskets. The fun, multicolored lights are gone, replaced by a simple, circular ceiling light above the entrance to his home. 

The main room continues the new floor and wall pattern. Instead of a cauldron, workstation, cabinets and bookcases to the left, there is now a small and homey kitchen with an island. The room that’s typically empty, aside from his displayed grimoire, is now walled off and presumably a bathroom or laundry room; and on the right, there is now a couch by the fireplace (which contains no flames), and a small, indoor greenhouse sorta thing rather than his spell circle.

It’s kinda boring in comparison, which is perfect for the sake of our plan. 

“Whoa.” I ask, baffled, “How did you do all this?”

“It was a test of my patience and mana storage, I’ll admit. Do you like it?”

I nod enthusiastically, then joke, “Looks just as plain and boring as any other ol’ hermit’s house.” 

“Hush, you.” I snicker as he leads me into the new kitchen. “Before we proceed, you need food.”

I furrow my brows and tilt my head. “We need to hurry, actually.”

“I heard your woeful thoughts while I was renovating, my dear.” 

He called me the same thing the other day, but I was in too much pain to feel anything. But my, oh my, I am definitely feeling Many Things now: Embarrassment. Butterflies. Guilt. 

I roll my sleeves down over my hands and keep them close to my face as I lean my elbows against the wooden island counter, trying to look casual. I mumble, “Mind your business, wizard,” into my sleeve.

“Oh, I tried.” Magnus props himself on his palms across from me and points out, “They were too loud to ignore this time.” I shyly look down at the surface. “We can discuss the lore of my new identity as I prepare a meal. Sound good?”

He doesn’t even wait for an answer, already retrieving pots and whatnot. 

“Fine.”

_______________

Two tummies full of buttered noodles, some cozy conversation, and one discussion pertaining to Magnus’ temporary identity later, and we’re all ready for The Mission.

He finally learned more about me, given his only insight to my life so far was that I’m a fucking mess. I told him about Cannoli, about my boyfriend – without mentioning Seb’s name, just in case – my life in Zuzu, and about some of my interests. I taught him what anime is, too. Dude never forgot how I’d mentioned it the day we met and immediately avoided explaining it. He found the whole mega-old-person-in-a-younger-body concept that’s used so often to be so cool, since he relates to it.

Since I’ll be spending a lot of time here honing my newly acquired skills, Magnus shyly asked if we could also spend time familiarizing him with what’s “hip” and “cool” (oh my god) in return, considering how little he gets out. I imagined that what he really was trying to suggest was that I bring over some anime for us to watch together. And when I thought about it, he heard it, blushed a smidge, and confirmed it.

I learned more about his life, too. He is aware that his eyes are mood rings (when they aren’t disguised, like this). He is also aware that there’s a huge tanuki living a bit further southeast in Cindersap. Apparently all the stories of them being a symbol of luck is real, and they’re sorta just elementals hiding in plain sight. Who knew!

I remembered him saying that Magnus isn’t his real name, but was unsure of whether or not his last name is “real” or not as well, so inquired about it while we rambled to one another. Rather than giving a direct answer, he first made a flirtatious comment that caught me very off guard: 

“Why? You weren’t planning on taking it, were you?” 

Had me nearly choking on my fucking pasta.

After confirming that Rasmodius is the surname he was born with, Magnus tells me about this old prophecy strongly believed in by the more human-like elementals, such as himself. To them, soulmates are a very real, and very highly valued thing. And since elementals tend to live so much longer than the mundane, it’s thought that one’s soulmate will be reincarnated time and time again, with the spirits lightly nudging them to cross paths and fall for their “partner in time” – as he called it – with each existence. When the elemental involved passes on, the reincarnation process ceases.

He thinks that he was a product of a scenario like this. Magnus recalls having a human mother and an elven father who was entirely smitten by her. The details are fuzzy, given how long it’s been, but he vaguely remembers his father telling bedtime stories of searching for his beloved, time and time again, until he and Magnus’ mother met. 

Totally in awe at how cute and fantastical the concept is, I asked him if he knows who his soulmate is. Magnus said he knows she’s alive, as he met her in one of her previous existences; but he’s unsure of whether or not they’ll ever be together, given his commitment to the valley’s protection. He had hoped he was wrong, and that his ex-wife would have been “the one,” but. Yeah. We both know how things ended with her.

After accidentally making Magnus visibly sad, god damnit, I ask more about his work to change subjects. Instead of boring me with discussion of council meetings and potion-brewing, he gives me some hot goss. He has this colleague named Camilla that I’m apparently bound to meet, because she just pops into his home whenever she wants, invited or not. He fucking hates Camilla. But he admires her skill, so he puts their differences aside for the greater good.

He also has this weird rivalry with a member of The First Slash – a clan of adventurers that are far less than kind to elementals – named Lance. Magnus’ friend Krobus, a shadow person who lives under the town, has had more than a few run-ins with Lance… hence why they’re stuck living in the sewers now. Poor fella is terrified of humans, and many humans are hostile toward their kind. 

Moving on to the boring stuff, though… tonight, Magnus is going to be Mark, if he’s even asked for his name. A 50-year-old recluse who studies plants and bugs for a living. Magnus is going to act a little mean, to emphasize that Mark isn’t a people person. He’ll pretend to be sleeping (Meaning he needs to opt for less formal clothes, which will be interesting to see,) and come out of hiding only when he hears us trying to go either up- or downstairs. If we wind up not going inside at all, which is preferred by him for obvious reasons, he’s going to pretend to have heard us roaming his property and come outside to us. 

Abby and I will get to “explore” and bond, and he’ll get a sense for whether or not she’s ~magical enough~ or whatever to possibly be his daughter. If we’re lucky, both schemes will succeed, but if not, it’s not like either of us would be too peeved about it. I’d just have more weird tension to deal with, while he’d be offered some mental relief, if nothing else.

I should have just enough time to make it back home and still be able to mentally prepare myself for the endeavors ahead if I leave right now, so I mention that. 

“You know, (y/n), if you’d like some more time to yourself I could just teleport you there.” 

“You could what?”

Magnus laughs, and holds out his hand. “Come on, I’ll accompany you.” I glare at him, worried. Not because of him, but, I dunno… teleporting seems so nauseating to think about. “I promise it will be safe.”

“I won’t… like, lose a limb, or throw up, or anything?”

“Eh,” he shrugs. “It may disorient you, but nothing more than that should occur.”

Still staring squinted daggers into him, I groan and wince and slowly reach for his hand. If this is anything like the last time I should’ve “been fine,” he’s got a big storm comin’. Magnus prompts for my other hand too, and I feel my cheeks turn rosy as I clasp my free palm around it. 

He closes his eyes and our fingers begin to glow, indicating that he’s beginning the process. I close my eyes too, bracing for impact or to feel sick or something, but nothing happens.

A small, teasing chuckle rumbles from the man whose hands I’m clutching onto for dear life. “Open your eyes, my dear,” he whispers.

I furrow my brows, but follow his instructions. My forehead quickly relaxes as I look around. We’re in my house.

“Oh.” I look down shyly, clammy palms loosening around his.

He laughs again, “See? Quick and easy.”

Cannoli starts fucking screaming as he bravely approaches us, which I don’t blame him for whatsoever. What would you do if your housemate and some stranger just suddenly appeared from thin air in the middle of your room?

I abandon my grip on Magnus and reach down to comfort the cat. “Hey, hey, it’s just me!” I coo as I scoop him up. “Sorry to scare ya, buddy.” 

When I look up, I see Magnus looking down at Cannoli and I fondly. I slightly reposition the fella so that Magnus can pet him if he wants, and he accepts without me needing to offer out loud.

“Well, I’ll leave you to your own devices,” he sighs after being satisfied with the amount of affection he’s given to/received from Cannoli. “I’ll see you soon, (y/n).”

“See ya in a bit, Mark.”

He leers, winks at me oh my fUCKING GO– and then vanishes.

“Cannooollliiii,” I whine as I gaze down at the lil’ dude. Frustrated that I’m simping so hard for a man who’s, like, my teacher basically, even though I have a very awesome partner who I love very much that distinctly wants nothing to do with this guy. 

Even more frustrated that we get along well enough that I already sort of consider him a friend. Maybe that’s, like, too much too soon, but I dunno... It seems like he enjoys having me around just as much as I like spending time with him. 

Ugh. What the actual fuck is wrong with me? How could I be so selfish?

Cannoli tilts his head, responding to his name.

“Help.” 

He meows. 

“You… can’t help. Don’t lie to me.” 

He meows again.

I sigh, and sit on the ground where we stood. All I can do now is wait for tonight to pass, and hope that my dumb and confusing feelings dwindle away, once this whole spectacle that is the arcane dies down.

_______________

It feels silly that Magnus and I have gone through all that just to try and force a friendship. Silly… and crappy. I’ve never gone to lengths like this for someone’s affection before, and it feels wrong. 

But it feels just as funky and goofy and wacky to have done this all to connect Magnus with Abby, too, as if we couldn’t just… I dunno. Set him up with a disguise and bring him to the saloon sometime, saying he’s from out of town, instead. 

Sure as hell would’ve been a better way to let him get a read on whether or not she’s actually his daughter.

With only a few minutes until midnight, I hear a knock at my door, halting those thoughts. 

I groan as I pick myself up off the ground (I haven’t moved since Magnus left, except to swap out my shorts for leggings) and begrudgingly greet my visitor– oh, visitors. There’s two of them!

“Hey, uh,” I look up behind Abby to give the unexpected emo a confused tilt of the head. “What are you doing here?”

Seb and Abby answer in unison: “I’m babysitting,” and “He’s my hired accomplice,” respectively. 

After our conversation about Magnus and everything he does, I wouldn’t have expected Seb to want to come along. I’ll have to ask him about that.

Abby looks up at him, snarling, while his dopey, lazy, maybe tipsy from the saloon? grin keeps its focus in my direction. It’s hard not to reciprocate. 

“You ready?” the other local short lady interjects. I nod and walk out to my porch, locking the door behind me. “So? What’s the plan?” she asks as we make our way south.

“There is none.”

“You’re shitting me.”

“You invited yourself, dude,” I point out, stepping over a stray branch. “I wasn’t prepared for this.”

“She’s got a fair point,” Seb mumbles from beside Abby.

“So we’re just breaking and entering, basically?”

“If you actually want to go inside, then yeah.” I shrug. “But I’d rather not.” 

I don’t want all the fancy stuff Magnus and I did to go to waste, but I’d also rather not risk anything going wrong. Plus, I don’t want Seb to feel more uncomfortable than he already might.

Abby groans. “Whatever.”

We fall into silence for a good 20 minutes or so, and when it doesn’t seem like it’ll let up, I take the opportunity to slightly fall back. I want to try something with Seb. I text him:

< if you’re able to, say something in my brain

< i wanna ask you something but i’m not an esper or whatever tf

< just like.. raid my thoughts for a bit

I see him take out his own cell as I realign with him and Abby, and he gives me a look before obliging. I try to act casual, kicking a rock along with each step. It veers off-center, but Abby kicks it back to me. She might be kind of a brat, but at least she’s not a monster. I test the waters, kicking it back to her, and we fall into a rhythm.

“What’s up, princess?”

I roll my eyes, even though he can’t see it. “MMMMM stop that.” His voice sounds just as luscious in my head as you’d imagine. I’m really not looking to be horny right now, alas... ”I wanted to ask… Why are you actually coming with us?”

A beat passes before Seb responds. “I dunno. I did a lot of thinking, and figured if you’re going to be hanging around Magnus a lot, maybe I should try to get used to all that again.”

I crack my knuckles, attempting to distract my face from smiling. I should feel weird about my boyfriend and someone who I — uh, totally do not have fuzzy feelings for whatsoever nope there’s nothing there absolutely not — interacting with one another, with me present. But it makes me happy instead, for some reason. Is that weird? It feels like that’s weird.

“That’s… so sick, honestly,” I think to him. “But I’m still worried it’ll bring up bad memories or something. You gonna be ok?”

“Yeah, I think so.” It’s funny how, even though he isn’t talking out loud, I can still hear a smile in his voice. “If anything happens, I’ll dip. It’s no big deal.”

I lose my footing, missing my turn to kick the rock. “Goddamn…” I mutter out loud.

“Get good,” Abby quips. It almost sounds like she’s enjoying the quiet stroll together. That’s a good sign.

“Shut up,” I laugh, picking out a new rock and shooting it slightly to the side so she can have a go at it. “Not as easy as it looks in the dark.”

I return to the conversation with Seb. “Oh, I should warn you. Magnus’ name is Mark for tonight. I’m gonna be pretending I never met him, though, and he’s gonna act like some angry middle-aged dude that got woken up by our ~ruckus~.”

“Mark, huh?”

“Mhm.” 

“He use that shrine thing?”

“Yeah, actually,” I respond. “He made himself look so cool.”

“How cool’re we talkin’? He’s already a very handsome man,” Seb teases. 

I wonder if he had a crush on Magnus, too. 

Wait. No. 

Not “too.” I don’t have that. Nope!

“You’ll have to wait and see, loser.”

“Fuck!” Abby stumbles a little. I instinctively reach to prevent her from falling, but she regains her composure on her own. “Stupid rock…”

I chuckle evilly. “Told youuu.”

“Hey,” she nudges Seb. Ignoring me. “What’s got you so quiet?”

“Just tired, I guess,” he lies seamlessly. Despite being a complete night owl, Abby accepts his answer.

“...Hey.”

“Yeah, baby?” Seb replies.

“Dumb question…” I sigh, but turn it into a fake yawn before Abby can question it. Smooth, (y/n). “I know you said you barely ever listen in on people’s thoughts, but, like… have you done it to me, without me knowing, at any point?” 

“Why do you ask?”

I take a sec to figure out my wording. “I’m just worried that maybe you used it to your advantage, kinda?”  I mentally smack my own forehead. I sound so insecure. Like, I am, but I don’t want to be. “I know it sounds dumb, but you’re just, like… really perfect.” Ha, fuckin’ simp!! “So like–”

“You think I was just reading your mind this whole time?” 

“I… I dunno. Maybe?” I wince. “I don’t want to think about it, but it’s possible, and a little scary.”

“It is,” he agrees, “I get why you’re worried. I have no way of proving it to you, but I only have once, if that’s any consolation.”

“That… actually is super relieving, yeah.” But now I’m curious. “When did ya do it?”

He clears his throat out loud, seeming to hide a smile or laugh. “When you told me you were fantasizing about me, but didn’t actually say how… I might’ve taken some liberties then.”

“Wait, this shit isn’t bluetooth?” 

He muffles a laugh out loud into his arm.

Me and Abby both look his way – I’m shooting him a warning, and can’t see what Abby’s doing with her own features.

“You good, Sebby?”

“Sorry…” he clears his throat again. “Just remembered something funny.”

Abby nudges him. “Weirdo.”

“Depends on the person, apparently,”  Seb finally answers once he’s contained himself. “If I’m talking to someone, irl or not, I can read ‘em. I have to waste a fuckton of mana if it’s not in-person, though.”

“Makes sense,” I shrug, before rolling my shoulders to hide it. “Welp. Now that I’ve got all that squared away,” I sass, “you’re banned from my brain again.” 

Seb obliges, as far as I know – the allotted time until we near Magnus’ abode is spent without verbal and nonverbal conversation. I decide to experiment some more as we approach.

I close my eyes, really doing my best to focus on where in his tower Magnus might be. I don’t exactly know how to enter someone’s head unprompted, and I know that at least for now I have no way of reading minds, but I’ll be damned if I don’t try to get through to him somehow.

“Magnus, can you hear me?”

I hear a gasp resonate in my head, and mentally high-five myself for nailing this. “(Y/n)! Oh, this is wonderful!” He sounds so genuinely happy. “I-I’m sorry,” he laughs, “What can I do for you?”

“No, no, it’s cool! This is so cool! Oh my god!” I let a smile slip onto my face, and look away from Abby – just in case – pretending to peer into the dense foliage nearby. “Just figured you might want a heads up, that we’re almost there, but…um. Also, Sebastian is coming, too,” I meekly warn. “He told me you two worked together, once upon a time… and I already filled him in on our plans, so like, you don’t need to worry about that.”

“O-oh! Alright, then.” I can’t tell what he’s expressing – definitely surprise, but there’s something laced through it. Fear? Worry? I dunno. I just hope this goes well… “Thank you for telling me, (y/n).” 

“Of course,” I offer. “See you in a few.”

[bemylord]

what turns them on

▸mix characters: kakashi, gojo, sebastian.

▸warnings: au!modern, yandere, fingering, choking kink, daddy/master kink, overstimulated, harness, light bdsm, aged up and etc..

ｋａｋａｓｈｉ ｈａｔａｋｅ

▸when you overstudy. when you're reading books or spending too much time by your laptop and you're looking exhausted, your eyes making a 'wave' - in the aggregate, it makes kakashi hoist you up, lead you to the bed, and just lighly rub your clit to sleep.

▸when you both are alone, you stand on tiptoe to give him a kiss in the lips, and take off his masks - oi, girl, he's yours.

▸if your mom read a book for you to sleep, he'd switch with ur mom. but, instead of the book, he'll fuck you to sleep.

▸after the spicy night with your sensei~, if kakashi found out you in the kitchen only in his shirt, he's automatically ready for the morning sex.

▸chains you up for bad attitude or somebody has been asking for rough night.

'you like it when you can't run away from me, honey? i'll overstimulate your clit for an hours and then i'll fuck so you see the stars on the ceiling'

▸bondage harness. it's the main way to seduce him. especially triple fixation so he could bondage your wrists behind your back and do everything he wants you. red one is cute so you're gonna have a lot of red collar and leather handcuffs.

once he returns home late, you've been waiting for him in the hallway on the doggy position with collar in your mouth.

'welcome home, daddy, your kitty have been waiting for daddy. can daddy please her?'

two opinion: you won't be able to walk or you won't be able to walk at least for a week.

▸kakashi won't tell, but he's love when you're on top, riding him and controling the pace. when you take the lead, choosing he rhythm as you want - you're the one to select.

▸his aftercares full of caress, kisses in all spots that he left hickeys or bites. he whispers sweet nothings with his deep voice, cuddling you, protecting from the outward things.

'no matter how rough i was, i'll always protect you, honey'

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▸fingering you as a punishment. add a tongue when you're reaching your high, not allow to cum.

▸huge teaser. multiple orgasms, edging, choking and gagging - routine. it's the simple if you both are having a lovely mood, and you both wanna spread your love.

▸loud orgasm. he turns on the vibro, tied you up and turns on the music all the way. cry, whimper, pleading in the empty room, only when he hears your loud scream triggered by an orgasm, then he answers your begs.

▸as a punishment, he'd also use your head as a toy. you heard me right. after every of that punishment, your throat is practically is burning - he pulls the dick until the tip is bump into your glands.

'it feels good, kitty, the way i used your little mouth as my private toy, you like it? oh, it hurts to talk? you did a good job'

▸he doesn't care where he can fucks you. in the public, among the students, it doesn't matter. but if you mind as someone sees you naked - he only glances at the person and they're gone.

▸you both are into leaving the bruises, marks, nails track, scratches all of the body

▸spit kink. on your face or mouth, saying:

'who owns you, slut?'

'you are'

'i don't know anyone whose name is you'

'daddy owns me'

'good kitty, now open your mouth for my spit'

▸ first thing in the morning, satosu will see your body full scratches, hickeys and bruises he gave you in the night, smiling at his job.

ｓｅｂａｓｔｉａｎ ｍｉｃｈａｅｌｉｓ

▸yandere men.

▸he'll never let anyone sees your tiny body. actually, it's his kink. he has a tiny kink: comparing your body against his, summarize how huge is he compared to yours.

▸entering to your hole invariably feels like the first time: narrowness and hot uterus is driving him crazy. sebastian is going in the slow and hasteless tempo, giving you some time to get used to his dick, stretching your passage. it really turns him on.

▸he makes you not to wear a bra. at all. because he could shows on from nowhere, check up on if you did what he told you.

▸one more kinky boy who adores harness on you.

▸another kink is - obeying him. everything that he told you, you're gonna do. suck his fingers, delaying your climax or vice versa, cumming as much as you can.

'my puppy, you've to give me one more orgasm, then i'll untied you'

'i think i can't no more, i'm done, master'

he spanked you ass, because of which you arched your back.

'i'll do it, master, i'll do your orders'

▸he kinda gets arousal when you're disobey him. you can see the way he looks at you: eyes full of malice, breath has been taken and a whip in his hands. he'd spank your ass and pussy using a whip or his hands until the moment your booty would turned red.

if he'd spank your pussy, he has been convinced your clit is too sensitive: he blows on it, test for sensuality and if it does, after the punishment, sebastian will do a bath for an aftercare.

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[theplaytheroist]

For I Such Yearn Chapter 4: Such Time Pass

If Elizabeth learned anything from Mey-rin, that Ciel could change but refuse because of his revenge. Elizabeth does make sure to keep her distance towards Ciel, making sure she's isn't a threat to Sebastian. She is surprised Sebastian didn't do anything to her to make sure their relationship wouldn't happen, she assume Ciel order Sebastian to not do anything to her but it is unusual that Sebastian doesn't mind at her at all with Ciel.

"Now that I think about it...could it be Sebastian can have human emotions from Sebastien French Inquisition? Could it be?" Elizabeth ponders.

Elizabeth is at the library, with the book, translating everything French to English. It is such a daunting task yes but not like she has anything better to do.

"Yessh, I felt like it'll takes weeks to finish this" Elizabeth looks at the English translation she written so far.

Why is she translating French to English? Just for back up cause she knows Mey-rin needs it. She wouldn't be lying that she reads what Gregory Simon wrote. It seems more like biography/studies but to know the background what he did during the height of demonology is insane as it is.

"It seems like your translating the book" Francis appears. "Yeah I know, it's gonna take longer than I expected, I really want to finish this" Elizabeth shows determination. "Fine by me but I have to remind you to go to sleep okay?" Francis sternly stated. "Of course mother, I will" Elizabeth nodded quickly. "Alright, good luck with it" Francis leaves the library.

"Yessh Lizzy, I think there's a thing call being too much" Mey-rin appears on the window opening. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at work?" Elizabeth questioned. "I left a blood clone there, Sebastian wouldn't even notice" Mey-rin answered with a smirk. "How many demon magic abilities you have?" Elizabeth asked. "Ooof, it's a long list there Liz. I'll show it to you one day but for now I came by to tell you that Ciel's mood is gone now" Mey-rin answered. "Nice to know but I'm not going to visit today. I really want to finish this translation" Elizabeth mention. "Wouldn't Ciel notice?" Mey-rin mentions back. "Pssh, me being gone for week isn't bad thing. Besides anyway, Ciel wouldn't even notice it. He is so deep into his work, I'm pretty sure he wouldn't care honestly" Elizabeth chuckled. "I guess you right, looks like your taking my advice then" Mey-rin smiles. "Well, I have to right? You were like him, so I should be cautious about this" Elizabeth mentions. "Your right, trust me, Ciel will like you more if you respect his decision" Mey-rin stated. "Hopefully" Elizabeth looks at the book. "Well, I'm heading out, once you finish, I'll explain more of the truth to you" Mey-rin smirks. "Fine be me" Elizabeth nodded. "Good luck with the book! Tell me what you learn during it!" Mey-rin waves off.

Elizabeth is amazed that Mey-rin is willing to open up to her slowly, it's...something that she didn't expect at all. But for for now, it's time to write the book to English, no time wasting. Back to Mey-rin who disperse the Blood Clone and continue on with her chores as Sebastian appears.

"Something the matter Mr. Sebastian?" Mey-rin asked. "It seems like you tired Mey-rin, I've noticed" Sebastian answered. "Huh?! I'm alright Mr. Sebastian! Yes indeed sir! I can assure you!" Mey-rin responded quickly. "Are you sure? Your free to have a day off Mey-rin, it's not like you have to over work yourself" Sebastian express his concerns. "I appreciate it Mr. Sebastian but I'm fine, not to worry" Mey-rin saluted. "If you insist but I'll make sure to make you stop what your doing so you can rest" Sebastian firmly stated. "Yes sir!" Mey-rin nodded.

Mey-rin walks off to do her chores as Sebastian stares at her going away. He noticed how Mey-rin and Elizabeth are... different, not in a bad way of course. The girls seem to have a close bond which is nice but it does question him what's going on still. Sebastian heads the Young Master's Study Room where he is doing the documents for his work and being frustrated with it.

"Would you like a break my lord?" Sebastian asked. "I'll like that, these documents are annoying me right now, I'll like to have a snack please Sebastian" Ciel pinch his nose and waves him off. "Yes my lord" Sebastian bowed then left.

Ciel looks any mail that was given by Sebastian, he check anything interesting but no avail but usually, Elizabeth always send him letters time to time but he hasn't got any letters from Lizzy. He brush it off assuming she's busy which she doubt or she's doing something with her family. But it became a week with no contact of her, it bothers him now knowing Elizabeth didn't come and visit today.

"Here's is your snack sir, Nuts with Carmel and Tea" Sebastian appears placing on the table. "Thank you Sebastian" Ciel mutters as he deep into his thoughts. "Something on your mind my lord?" Sebastian asked. "It's just Elizabeth, she didn't send a letter to me from last week or this week. That's unusual" Ciel answered as he ponders. "Well, she was here yesterday just to talk to Mey-rin then left" Sebastian mention. "What?! Why you didn't tell me?!" Ciel reacted in shock. "Why would I? We came back from a mission, you were annoyed, frustrated and not in the mood. You'll probably yelled at her asking why she's here and she already is smart enough to know that once you come back, you straight up will yelled at her and she'll cried so, yeah no, I'm not letting her suffer because of you" Sebastian glared firecly at him.

Ciel stood slient, he knows that Sebastian is right and that something that Ciel now desperately want to fix. It's no wonder why Elizabeth didn't come this week, she assume Ciel's not in the mood, he curse himself for not at least sending a letter to Lizzy about him going on missions then come back and tell her ahead of time. Way to go oh smart fiancee!

"You have a point there...I'll be mindful of myself that I need to tell Lizzy ahead of time" Ciel nodded slowly. "Took you 3 years to figure out, you really lack common sense towards Lady Elizabeth my lord" Sebastian critiqued him.

Ciel wince at this, this is a first from Sebastian scolding at him for his actions but he knew always felt guilty after it, but never makes up for things for her. Note to self, put more effort towards you own fiancee asshole.

"I'm gonna send her a letter, make sure you send it in the post office" Ciel stated. "Yes my lord" Sebastian bows as he left the study room.

With Mey-rin hearing the entire thing from corner of the wall, the fact that Sebastian scolding at Ciel actions isn't something she expects. While she admits Ciel deserves it, he will learn true suffering one day but not now of course, way later. Back to Elizabeth who is taking a break from translating the book, she took some notes that interest her completely about Gregory Simon;

"Sébastien was always trouble maker when he was younger, despite his intelligence and skill, he use pranks to get attention. He rather get scolded then being ignore by the people."

The fact that people see him as monster than a human bothers Elizabeth completely.

"How did he endure...up to this point?" Elizabeth questions softly.

Elizabeth really wants to question Mey-rin more about this. But...will Mey-rin really be to tell more? It is a sensitive topic still so maybe another time when she's ready. She look at the goggles that Mey-rin gave her, it has some scratches here and there, a sign what she went through centuries ago.

"Lady Elizabeth! Dinner is ready!" Paula enters the door. "Huh? Oh, it's already night already?" Elizabeth reacted in shock. "Yes indeed, you must be very busy then Lady Elizabeth" Paula giggled. "Hehehe, yeah I did. Thank you for the reminder Paula" Elizabeth rubbed her head sheepishly.

After Dinner, Elizabeth heads to bed, resting and look at the book the English Translation besides it.

"Rest Elizabeth, rest. You have all day tomorrow, don't get tired and all. Just sleep" Elizabeth close her eyes.

Morning hits already as Elizabeth is already working on the translation, take some notes from it that Gregory noticed from Mey-rin and Sebastien relationships.

"Sebastien and Mey-rin rivalry has always been tense, I don't know why Mey-rin was so antagonistic towards Sebastien back then, I let happen because I know they care for each other. But Sebastien always gets yelled at for just appearing in front of Mey-rin or treating him like he's a pawn but he stood beside, takes it like it's nothing. I find their relationship so unhealthy and yet they stuck through"

"No different when I was with Ciel. Man, why did we endure it? Sebastien, if you are alive some how and somewhere, maybe we can fix each other issues" Elizabeth looks at Mey-rin's goggles.

"Hey Elizabeth! It seems like your making good progress on it!" Mey-rin appears on the open window. "Huh?! Yeah...I am. What brings you here?" Elizabeth questioned. "Well, I did say I'll answered some questions, so here I am" Mey-rin answered sitting down on the chair.

Where does Elizabeth begins? She has so many questions yet it's so scatter over the place but it hit her. How is it that her and Ciel was able to repeat the actions of Mey-rin and Sebastien?

"I have this question for moments now, how is it that me and Ciel actions got repeated by yours? Are we reincarnated by you two?" Elizabeth questioned. "No...it's pure a coincidence that you two are like us. If you two were reincarnated by us, Sebastian will able to sense your two souls and found out instantly that you two are threats and kill both of you off. I guess Fate controls the decision" Mey-rin answered. "What's with fate anyway? Why does fate needs to tell us what to do? We are free to do what we want right?" Elizabeth complains. "I agreed what you say but remember that fate if happens, you have every right to what path you choose" Mey-rin spoke words of wisdom.

Mey-rin has a point, humans have the free will to choose but still, not like people are control their fate, they let them be control by fate themselves and that itself is a curse.

"Your relationship with Sebastien right? You two have a tense rivalry. Why is that?" Elizabeth questioned. "Well, I did sorta have a God complex, because I have powers from the Apple of Eden and Juno so thinking Sebastien, a contract demon can't catch up to me but he did. I don't know how and why, but we always challenge against each other in battle, to see who's better. I was jealous that Sebastien could be one step ahead of me and I hated that. My head wasn't in the right place mind you, I always thinking of vengeance and getting stronger" Mey-rin explains.

Elizabeth wince at this, to hear that from Mey-rin is very...unsettling at times, but she did ask for it.

"The way of the Assassin right? What is you follow exactly?" Elizabeth asked. "We work in the dark to save the light, we are Assassin's" Mey-rin answered. "That's an interesting saying? It means you help people in the shadows without causing much attention right?" Elizabeth stated. "Yep, we also have another saying, "Nothing is true, everything is permitted", a quote I lived by" Mey-rin added. "That sounds very cynical" Elizabeth comments. "It would be for a doctrine, but it is merely an observation of the nature of reality" Mey-rin chuckled. "Nature of reality? Of what? Fate?" Elizabeth questioned. "No not really Elizabeth. To say that nothing is true, is to realize that the foundation of society are fragile and that we must be shepherds of own civilization. To say everything is permitted, is to understand that we are the architect of our own actions, and that we must live their consequences, whether glorious or tragic" Mey-rin informed in great detail. "Don't you regret living this life as an Assassin and Demonologist?" Elizabeth question. "How can I regret the only life I know" Mey-rin chuckled bitterly.

Elizabeth stood silent by this, knowing how much Mey-rin and Sebastien didn't have any other choice but this live this life but it sounds like...fate that chosen them.

"How can you say it's not fate? You have every life to leave it yet you stuck with it. You two may be a demon and a goddess, but you guys are still human, why do you keep forgetting that?" Elizabeth questioned. "Elizabeth...there at times I don't deserve to be humans, what makes you think I still have to learn how to be human?" Mey-rin answered. "I....guess your right. It's just that, being an Assassin and Demonologist are not different when it comes to fate, dictated to what your life has given and even if you escape, it's still gonna be a part of you" Elizabeth looks at Mey-rin's goggles and took it. "It is but we endure in the end, that what means to be human, at least to me" Mey-rin smiles to herself.

Elizabeth looks at the book again, determined to finish it and able to understand more about Mey-rin and Sebastien.

"Still determined to finish that book huh? You remind me so much of my brother, Sebastien. He is always so determined to be stronger, to better, to prove himself and I wish I gave him this advice before I lost him" Mey-rin stood up from the chair. "What was it?" Elizabeth looks at her. "Don't ever forget your endeavors, remember that how much you've grown or endure, remember that your still human, not matter what" Mey-rin smiles at Elizabeth.

Elizabeth felt something in her, looking at Mey-rin, feeling inspired what she wanted to be. To see that all ever happen to her at moment she spend time with Mey-rin, opens her eyes to world she has never seen.

"Oh shit, gotta go! Later Lizzy, good luck!" Mey-rin ran off the window.

Elizabeth looks at the goggles, she wore on her face, showing the acceptance of Mey-rin as person despite her past. Finishing what she left off in writing, she is determined to finish this week. Cue the week has pass Elizabeth smiles in pride, finishing the translation. She wrote the notes that are interesting so she'll keep them in mind to talk about it to Mey-rin.

"My hand is hurting me now, god" Elizabeth rubbed her hand. "It seems like you completed your quest" Francis appear. "Yeah I did Mother, all by myself" Elizabeth smiles. "That's great but I have letters for you. It's from Ciel" Francis gives it to her. "Oh...I didn't think he'll notice, he usually be drowning in work" Elizabeth took it and looks at it. "I can tell but why don't you give them a read? Maybe he felt a bit lonely not having you there" Francis smiles. "I...guess so" Elizabeth mutters. "Well anyway, get ready for these months, there's a Fencing Tournament coming up" Francis mention. "Oh yeah! It is! I'm gonna win this for England Mother!" Elizabeth put her fist in the air. "Well, do your best dear, it is very difficult there, especially France, the Soviet Union and Germany" Francis smirks. "Well, I gotta start training right way, there's no way I'm gonna lose this!" Elizabeth put her goggles up and down from above her head. "It's seems like your wearing the goggles that Mey-rin gave you" Francis noticed. "Huh? Oh yeah I am but it felt incomplete and I don't know what it is" Elizabeth ponders. "Well anyway, why don't rest, you can start next week. Read the letters that Ciel sent you" Francis left.

Elizabeth checks on the letters and open it. It seems from what she gather, he hopes Elizabeth will respond quickly as possible and hoping to spend time together during his breaks and weekends. Elizabeth doesn't want to believe because he said the same thing before went back to his ways. Not like she can blame him, it's very hard habit to break.

"I'll send him back when my hand gets better, he can wait, not like he'll remember anyway" Elizabeth toss the letters in the table.

"Hello, hello, hello! It seems like you finish it" Mey-rin appears sitting on the chair. "Yeah I did but my hand hurts right now" Elizabeth mention it. "Yeah I can tell, give me your hand" Mey-rin pointed at it.

Elizabeth lend out her hand as Mey-rin took it then put her left hand on top of it and heal it and Elizabeth felt no longer pain in her hand.

"Sweet! Now I can respond to him" Elizabeth took out a paper to write. "I overheard your entering the fencing tournament, your a badass right there" Mey-rin smirks. "Yeah well, fencing is in my blood, I remember Mother told me about Grandma Claudia during her years of fencing. She was mence when it comes to fencing that's for sure" Elizabeth smiles. "I actually know how to fence, it was like sword fighting as a practice to use a real sword" Mey-rin mention. "You do? How about we can spar against each other!" Elizabeth goes up to with bright up eyes. "Sure, I'll teach you some techniques from sword fighting that'll help you with fencing" Mey-rin nodded her head. "Great! I'm excited for this!" Elizabeth jumps in excitement. "Hold your horses, remember that my training methods are different then your Mothers, I suggest at least you ask your mother permission" Mey-rin mention. "Oh yeah right...of course" Elizabeth deflated. "Well, continue writing that letter to Ciel then tell your Mother. I'll like to get that book now please" Mey-rin points at it. "Oh yeah, here" Elizabeth gives it to her. "See you later Lizzy!" Mey-rin jumps off.

Elizabeth sits down writing the letter back to Ciel, telling him that she was busy with Fencing Lessons from her Mother for the up coming tournament and tried to visit him. Putting the address and seal, giving it to one of her servants and send it away. Currently with her, checking the notes that Elizabeth noticed from the book.

Sebastien Michaelis Birthday is January 21st, 1543

Mey-rin Birthday is January 30th, 1544

Sebastien and Mey-rin were the top of the class and carries the level 4 headband.

Master Gregory tend to favor more with Mey-rin then Sebastien in the beginning.

Sebastien always does missions to escape Saint Zacharias people.

Mey-rin always been praised by the people but not Sebastien.

Sebastien wanted to summon Satan to go back against the people who treated him wrongly.

There's more she wrote but it's interesting how much that information tells character about both of them.

"Yessh, both of them have issues that terrible. I'm surprised that they endure and handle it" Elizabeth comments.

"Elizabeth dear, how you feeling?" Francis asked. "I'm doing fine Mother. Is it okay I can ask you something though?" Elizabeth asked. "Sure what is it?" Francis asked. "I was wondering if it's okay I can train with Mey-rin on Fencing?" Elizabeth answered. "Training with Mey-rin? Hmmm...well, first off. Mey-rin has been coming to whenever your translating the book?" Francis questions.

Well shit, she should've think this through about that. She facepalm as Francis just chuckled about it, Elizabeth may be smart but there are times when she blurts out certain things without thinking.

"It's alright, if anything, just tell Mey-rin she can come in the front door and ask me about you. I'll talk to her about it" Francis smirks. "Yeah, yeah, thanks Mother. But how you calm about this?" Elizabeth questioned. "I knew Mey-rin was hired for a reason and that reason has to be something. But for now I'm not to worry, Mey-rin seems like a trustworthy person" Francis answered with smile. "Thanks Mother" Elizabeth smiles back. "Not a problem dear, I suggest you eat dinner then go to sleep, it seems like your more tired then usual" Francis noticed. "Yes Mother" Elizabeth nodded.

After dinner, cleaning up herself and went to bed, she looks up the ceiling, thinking about this week events. Something interesting with Mey-rin, Sebastien and Gregory Simon. With this new information, she felt closer to Mey-rin then she ever did and she is excited for more to come!

"Sebastien...I still believe your alive somehow, somewhere in Hell maybe. I don't know why I felt that way that your alive but I do...I just hope to see one day" Elizabeth falls asleep on the bed, finally earning her rest.

Chapter 4 is completed! Sorry for not showing Sebastian and Ciel today! Next chapter they will, promise! I hope it answers some questions you have from the last one and some character growth of Mey-rin and Elizabeth! Thank you guys for reading this chapter and see you in the next one!

[fetchisnotawordgretchen]

Headcanons For A Mc Who Gets Sick Often

Warnings⚠️: none except mentions of sickness

Suitors: Mozart, Arthur, Isaac, and Vincent

Summary: These are Headcanons for an mc who can often get sick a lot and is prone to illnesses.

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Mozart:

Mozart at first would just think that you're tired or lazy because you stay in bed all of the time, but that's just not true.

When he finds out that your immune system isn't that strong he'll feel a bit bad. Key word 'a bit'

As time goes on you two begin to grow closer and Mozart realizes how much time you spend in your room that you've begun to call home. He'll try to lure you out and even at times, bribe you.

"Hey Mc if you come outside of your room with me we could maybe go for a walk?... pft no I don't want to spend time with you. I just want to uhm get you out of your room. You've been cooped up in that room for almost 3 hours. Come outside with me... please?"

When you're sick he would probably do anything for you. You want hot chocolate? He already has a cup. You want a warm fuzzy blanket? He has 20. You want to listen to him play the piano? He'll write you a whole 2 hour song.

No matter what Mozart cares for you in his own language. Sometimes the residents are a bit jealous with the treatment you get when you're sick.

"Please be more careful Mc.. I don't want you getting hurt. Now come on I'll go make some hot chocolate and we can go spend some time together.

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Arthur:

Arthur is a doctor after all and he'll probably check up on you, and help you if you're sick. But you start to become more and more sick quite often and he's a bit worried. Though he'll never admit it

He'll try to take your mind off things reading to you, telling you funny stories about his life, or even occasionally telling you funny stories about Theo.

When you feel fine enough to go out into public Arthur would go with you, and make sure that you're feeling OK.

When you fall ill he'll stay with you any chance he gets. Arthur might even bring Vic into your room and continue writing some of his book.

"Hey Mc! Are you feeling better? That's great then, you know you can always come to me when you feel sick. There's no need to be embarrassed of it love! Now come on I'll go make some hot tea for you."

Arthur would definitely be very careful around you though. He would make sure that everyone in the mansion is in good health if not, he's not letting them any where near you.

"I love you Mc and I don't want you getting sick all of the time. So drink the hot tea then we can go out into the garden and relax. Are you ready love? Good, Let's go!"

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Isaac:

Isaac would probably keep his distance away from you at first, like he does to everybody.

But then as time went on and you guys start talking more, he'll develop romantic feelings for you.

Once you mention that you get sick frequently Isaac would most likely offer to take care of you whenever you're sick.

But whenever you do get sick he'll do whatever it takes to help you, in his own way of course.

"Hey maybe you should just take it easy for a while... Oh be quiet Mc! Just focus on getting better while I go get Sebastian to make you something."

Once you two become a couple Isaac would make sure that everyone is in good health before coming even remotely near you.

"Mc I just want what's best for you do you shouldn't overwork yourself like that. Please take care of yourself better.. ok?.

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Vincent:

As always Vincent is quite friendly towards you and figures out about your situation early on. He'll try to do anything he can do to help.

Of course he becomes in touch with his emotions and falls deeply in love with Mc. It just tears him to pices when he sees you sick in bed.

Vincent doesn't want you to feel unwell or sick most of the time, so he'll do things to distract you. Maybe like telling you a story or painting In your room so you can watch him.

"Mc how about we read a story Arthur wrote? And maybe some hot Coco with Marshmallows! How does that sound sweetie?"

When you're not sick he'll take you out into town and let you buy anything you want. After your day of shopping Vincent would take you to a nice flower field and lay down with you.

"Mc I really love you, so please take care of yourself. I hate seeing you sick but, on the bright side we have more time to have fun without any distractions!

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Hey it's been a hot minute since I've posted anything so I hope you guys enjoy!

Please take care of yourselves, and 234 followers?!? Thank you so so much! It makes me practically glee with joy knowing that people love my writing! Now be safe and remember that I care about you <3

[mister-supernova]

Trust In Me

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

Pairing: Hope Mikaelson x Reader

“You’re joking. You’re telling me, ME,--your oh so dearest best friend in this universe--that you’re not going to help us play against the Timberwolves even though you’re a freaking tribrid? You have all the powerups you can get and you’re choosing not to use them! What kind of madness is that, Marshall?”

“Professor Saltzman doesn’t let any of you use your abilities anyways, so there’s no real point in me helping the team, is there?”

You feel your eyes roll so far back you're surprised they didn’t fall out, “Come on! Do you have any idea what kind of badass duo we’d be out there?”

“Nope and I don’t intend on finding-”

“We’d be unstoppable! Those asshat Timberwolves won’t know what hit them on that field! You have to play at least one game while you’re at school here! Please!”

Hope responds to your argument with silence and a look on her face that you clearly read as, I’m not playing no matter how much you beg.

You knew there wasn’t any way of getting through to her thick skin, so you accepted your defeat. “Okay, fine,” you huff, taking a seat right next to Hope at the edge of your bed, “You’re still going to cheer me on though, right? I mean, it’s the least you could do.”

She takes an agonizingly long time thinking of her answer while looking at the hopeful ‘puppy dog’ look in your eyes. The longer she took, the bigger you made your eyes which eventually broke Hope into giving you a heartwarming smile, “Yes, I’ll be silently cheering you on.”

You smile back, “That’s all I need, Marshall.”

The alarm tone from your phone jolts you awake from another one of your vivid dreams. After meeting Hope outside the Grill the other night, your dreams have become more realistic than ever before.

They’re almost beginning to feel too real. Maybe the clarification of you knowing Hope is real influenced your brain into putting her into more lifelike dream scenarios.

It didn’t surprise you that the topic of conversation in the dream was about the annual Stallions versus Timberwolves game since it’s happening today. Even though your team has been notorious for losing on purpose every single year, you still liked the not-so-friendly competition between the rival schools.

At this morning's assembly, you were happy to hear your new headmaster’s announcement about banning the ‘throw the game’ rule. Josie seemed to be the only teammate who was hesitant about the sudden change, but everyone else was ecstatic.

The thing that threw you off the most during the assembly was Vardamus assigning Landon as the quarterback. See, you loved the guy and he’s one of your good friends here at the school, but you know damn well that his athletic ability is as good as a decapitated zombie--on either half--and even that was saying much.

You weren’t just saying this to bash on your friend because he was proving your analysis of him correct on the field as the team was warming up. You and Josie were helplessly trying to help him catch the ball after a snap.

Thankfully she has more patience with Landon than you because at this rate it didn’t look like you guys were winning this game either.

“Sorry. Foster care didn’t have a football team.” Landon grumbles after having the ball bounce off his chest.

“At least you didn’t let it hit you in the face this time,” you shrug, earning a searing glare from Josie, “I’ll go warm up over here now.”

You quickly excused yourself and ended up jogging over to Lizzie who was sitting on the bench with a stack of books by her side. First, Landon is your quarterback for the day and now you see Lizzie reading right now instead of warming up.

“What’s going on here? I thought you’d be pissed at Vardamus for giving Landon your QB spot.”

“I’m on a different kind of mission today, Y/n,” she says as you watch her flip through a book of monsters and that gives you the information you needed to know what this was about.

Coincidentally enough, Lizzie also met a new and mysterious stranger the same day you met Hope. The two of you bonded for the past few days over your slightly similar situations which you felt was very weird but also kind of cool.

“There’s no way Sebastian is like us and I’m determined to figure out just what he is.”

“And you couldn’t do this--hm, I don’t know--after the game today?” You ask in urgency for her to play today, “I mean, seriously Lizzie, this could be huge for us.”

“What’s wrong with Landon being your QB?”

Your eyes widen in shock, “Are you kidding? Just look at him!”

The both of you direct your attention to Landon on the field as Josie hands him the football. You prepare yourself for disaster as he winds his arm back, but then you find yourself proven wrong as you watch the distance the ball was being thrown. It seemed to soar through the sky for what felt like hours before bouncing off of a window from the Timberwolves’ bus.

“Looks like he has the magic touch now,” Lizzie says knowingly before returning to her book while you continue to stare at the bus in shock.

Right before you decided it was the best time to look away, a familiar someone seems to catch your eye instead. Walking down the steps of your rival school’s bus was none other than Hope Marshall.

“No way,” you muttered to yourself, unsure if you should be happy to see her again or concerned that she’s on the team you’re playing against.

Absentmindedly, you slowly started drifting away from your spot by Lizzie and felt yourself being pulled in Hope’s direction. You had to get closer to clarify that she was who you were seeing and not some sick mirage you’ve created in your brain.

“L/n!” Dorian jumps in front of you, breaking your trance and blocking your path towards the opposing team, “Save any trash talk for the game. I don’t need you picking a fight with the other players before we even start.”

You had built yourself a reputation for these annual games and were known for getting kicked out due to foul plays off the field, “But Mr. Williams I was just-”

“That’s Coach Williams today, L/n. Back to your side. Go on!” He rushes you away and though you are strong enough to push past him, you’d rather play then be a benchwarmer for the rest of the day.

An annoyed growl rumbles in the back of your throat as you try to catch one more glimpse of Hope, but you were blocked by Dorian’s clipboard.

Josie can clearly see the longing anticipation in your eyes as you join your team’s side of the field. You looked like a lost kid in a mall looking for their parents, “Everything okay, Y/n?”

“Do you remember those drawings from my sketchbook this summer? The ones of that girl, but all you can really see are her eyes and hair?” You ask her in a hushed voice.

She nods, “Yeah, the one you said you’ve been seeing in your dreams.”

“Okay, well I met her the night of our first day back at school. She’s real and she’s here with the Timberwolves,” Josie furrows her eyebrows at you.

“So you met her before your dreams?”

“No. That’s the thing, I’ve never seen her in town before the other night and after all my dreams. I know for damn sure that I’d remember her being on our rival school’s football team given how many times I’ve tried kicking their asses every year.”

“Maybe she’s a new student this year? You very well could’ve seen her at the Grill this summer without even realizing it. Our brains only need to see a face once for them to show up in our dreams.”

“Josie, I swear on everything in my life that it’s-”

The referee’s whistle rings your ears as he calls for everyone’s attention, “Stallions! Timberwolves! Both teams meet in the middle for the coin toss!”

You and Josie sigh knowing that you’d have to put a pin in this conversation, “You ready?” She asks.

You nod, doing a few quick stretches since you didn’t get a lot of warm up time and to prepare yourself for seeing Hope again, “Yeah. Let’s do this.”

A wave of excitement filled your chest as you walked with Josie towards the middle of the field. The bashful smile on your face was hard to contain once your eyes landed back on Hope who you could clarify was very much real and very much here in front of you once more.

“Oh, wow,” Josie mutters with surprise from beside you.

“I told you I liked my chances, Marshall,” you smirk, gaining a small tight lipped smile from Hope in return.

“I guess today was your lucky day, then. Not for long, though,” she challenged, playfully squinting her eyes at you.

You lean your body slightly forward with a confident grin, “We’ll see about that.”

Your teammates share a confused look at the interaction they were witnessing between you two. “I see you’re... familiar with each other,” Hope’s teammate chimes in.

With a shrug you say, “We’re practically married. Isn’t that right, Marshall?”

Hope shakes her head at you, biting her lip to keep her mouth shut long enough for Vardamus to stand between your two teams and break your friendly banter.

With a little sprinkle of magic from Josie, your team won the coin toss with ease so the Stallions would be receiving the ball at the start.

“Okay, what was that?” Josie asks as the two of you walk back to your side of the field.

“What? Did you want me to call heads instead?”

“No! Not that. You and that girl.”

“I told you we met the other night,” you shrug, “and her name is Hope for your information.”

“That was not an interaction from two people who’ve only had one conversation, Y/n. Not to mention she really does look like the girl from your drawings. Are you sure you haven’t met before?”

“That’s what I was telling you and yes, I’m positive that I’ve never interacted with her prior to the other night. You think that if I hadn’t seen or met her at the Grill during the summer that we wouldn’t be best friends by now?”

“Well, you could’ve fooled me! I know you’re labeled as the social butterfly and all, but that must’ve been some long conversation if that’s how you’re acting around each other.”

You pause to think about it for a moment, “Actually it was only about ten minutes.”

“WHAT?!”

The conversation was cut short by the sound of the ref’s whistle signaling you all to line up for kickoff. You jog away to your position before Josie can interrogate you any longer and wait for the game to begin.

Stallions were able to use magic to their advantage and gain points within the first play which was something you never thought you’d see during your time here. As everyone repositions into defense, you notice that Hope is the quarterback for the Timberwolves.

“Okay, Y/n. I’m about to suggest something you may or may not like,” Josie says from next to you.

“Don’t worry, I got the QB,” you grin, gaining Hope’s attention. She notices the mischievous look in your eyes and almost looks as if she knows what you’re up to, making her a little nervous.

“Like it is, I guess,” Jo huffs.

Once the football reached Hope’s hands, you made a b-line towards her, quick to avoid any other players who were blocking your way. Careful not to crush her during the fall, you took Hope by the waist and spun the both of you to the ground.

Your tackle didn’t do much good given that she was still able to pass the ball. Whether it got to her teammate or not you weren’t too sure of at the moment because Hope’s body was literally tangled with yours.

With her one hand against your chest and the other keeping her propped up on the grass, Hope’s face was almost an inch away from you. Feeling her breathing heavily on your face, you oddly felt like you’ve been in this exact position before.

“Bet you enjoyed doing that, huh?” Hope speaks up, getting you to huff out a chuckle.

“Well it wasn’t the preferred way I wanted to take you out, per say, but a little bit, yeah,” you smile, getting her to laugh in return.

Being in this position with someone you’ve talked to so briefly should feel awkward, but for whatever reason it just felt right. If it weren’t for the fact that you were playing in a football match, you’d probably want to stay like this for a while longer.

Suddenly, Hope’s eyes widen as she quickly rolls off you and begins wincing in pain while grabbing at her ankle.

“Are you okay?” You ask while sitting up.

“Ah, I don’t know. I-I think it’s sprained,” she lightly groans, scrunching up her face.

“Shit, Marshall. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize that I-” you shake your head, pushing yourself to your feet before reaching out to help Hope up, “here, I can help take you to the nurse if you want.”

“It’s okay. I can find it,” she shakes her head and she takes note of the worried look in your eye knowing that you had hurt her, “Hey, seriously Y/n, it’s fine. I’ll be okay.” Hope squeezes your arm and gives you a reassuring look before limping off the field.

You watched as she walked away, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion. You were sure that you were careful while pulling her to the ground. Hope didn’t seem to be in any sort of pain for the first few seconds after tackling her.

“You know she faked her injury right?” Josie pops in out of nowhere, making your heart nearly burst out of your chest.

“Jesus, Jo,” you take a deep breath before taking in her inquisition, “And you think so?”

“Yeah and I don’t know why, but maybe you should keep an eye on her.”

“Why? Do you think she’ll steal some snacks from the kitchen?” You jokingly ask.

“Well, you started having dreams of her after Malivore was destroyed and now she seems to be oddly gravitated to this town and our school. I’m just saying that you should be a little more careful about trusting her so fast.”

Though you haven’t felt anything off-putting about Hope, Josie had an annoyingly excellent point. “I guess I’m on watch duty, then. Find a sub for me.”

It was shocking to see that Hope had gotten so far ahead of you that you weren’t even in running distance from her. Oddly fishy for someone who just sprained their ankle. Even as you walked into the school, there was no sign of her in the halls or the nurse’s office.

There was one thing that stuck out--a familiar scent that you had smelled in that vacant dorm room this summer. Only this time it was a lot stronger than when you first caught it.

Out of curiosity, you followed the smell just to see if it would lead you anywhere. Crazily enough, it didn’t take you to the vacant room like you thought it would, but to Landon and Raf’s dorm room instead.

Your eyes widen to the size of saucers when you see Hope sitting cross-legged in front of a map that she was currently dripping her own blood onto.

“Hope?”

She quickly turns around and stands, startled by the sound of your voice, “Y/n! Uh, I um, this isn’t what it--”

“Isn’t what it looks like? Right. Well, it looks like you faked an injury to sneak into the school. It looks like you forgot to mention you were a witch the other night. It also looks like you’re doing a locator spell in my missing friend’s room.”

Hope remains silent for a couple of seconds, almost taken back by the passive way you were speaking to her, “Okay, maybe it’s exactly what it looks like.”

You huff out a sigh in disbelief, letting Josie’s suspicions about Hope sink into your head now.

“I’m not here to hurt you or anyone else here, Y/n. I promise, I’m trying to help. Dr. Saltzman asked me to do a locator spell on Rafael so that I can help him return to his human form.”

You give her a questioning look, “We’ve been looking for a way to turn him back for months now. What makes you think you can?”

“Because I know more about the Crescent Wolf Clan than anyone else here.”

You raise a brow, “That wolf pack in New Orleans? If you know so much about it, wouldn’t that make you a…” then the realization sets in.

Hope sees that you’re still skeptical, “Look, I can’t explain everything right now, but I really need you to trust me, Y/n.”

Most of the context clues told you that trusting someone you’ve only known for less than a day was a terrible, terrible idea, but your heart wouldn’t let you believe that.

As much as you shouldn’t, you trusted Hope more than anything.

You exhale, “Okay, Marshall. I’m trusting you. Is there anything you need me to do?”

Hope gives you a grateful smile, “Keep an eye on Landon. There’s a werewolf-eating monster out in the woods and I have no idea if it will be after him, too,” she says, walking past you and into the hallway.

Again, you’re confused with even more new information, “Wait, there’s a what in the woods? And how do you know the monster would be after Landon?” Hope ignores your questions, continuing to speed walk in front of you, “Marshall!”

A lot of events took place within the next couple of hours. You did as Hope asked and watched Landon back at the game which seemed pretty boring at first.

Josie took you by surprise as you witnessed her break another player’s arm with a spell mid-play, but to be fair it didn’t look like she realized what she was doing until the damage was done.

If that wasn't physically violent enough, there was a huge mosh fight between both schools after the game was over. You tried getting out of the crossfire because the last thing you needed was detention for being involved in something you didn’t mean to be a part of.

That didn’t go as planned seeing as one of the Timberwolves was able to punch a mean hook on your right cheek before you could scramble out of there. Most of the redness faded by the end of the night, but it was still a little sore whenever you poked at it.

Hope was able to return Raf back to his human form just like she said she would. He explained how this “mysterious girl” saved his life then you and your friends gave him a warm welcome back to humanity.

After cleaning yourself up, you snuck out of the school’s building to find Hope sitting out at one of the piers where she told you to meet her before parting ways earlier.

You could tell she had cleaned up as well judging by the change of clothes and seeing that her hair was no longer tied up in braids, but now flowing down over her shoulders.

“Well, today was eventful, huh?” You speak up, groaning as you take a seat next to her.

“Oh, my God. Y/n, your face!” Hope exclaims.

“You know you can just call me ugly, Marshall. There’s no need for you to act all aghast about it.” You tease.

“No, I mean the gash on your cheek.” She reaches for your face to observe your wound more clearly.

You let her lightly trace along the edge of the bump, almost unfazed by the contact, “Oh right, that.”

“What kind of altercation did you get yourself into?”

You scoff, looking more hurt by the question rather than the punch to your face, “Bold of you to assume it was me who initiated the altercation, Marshall.”

“Well, you just seem like the type is all.” She looks at you with a teasing look in her eyes.

“What a kind and accurate assumption you have of me there, but for the record I wasn’t the one who started the fight. Everyone just started going at each other after the game and I got caught in the crossfire.”

There’s a very noticeable shift in Hope’s mood and you can tell that she was genuinely worried about you getting hurt. All she could think about was the last time you were caught in the crossfire and how it nearly cost you your life. You didn’t know that, of course, but you felt the need to reassure her.

“You’re cute when you’re worried, Marshall, but I’m fine. I promise, a punch to the face is like a slap on the wrist. You should know the healing process is quite fast for a werewolf.” You give her a knowing look.

Hope’s eyes widen in realization, making her finally pull her hand away from your face. “You caught onto that, huh?”

“I figured it out once you mentioned the Crescent Wolves. Raf only confirmed it when he explained how this mysterious werewitch saved his life,” Hope looks down at her lap looking like a kid who got caught in a lie, “Thank you, by the way. For bringing my friend back.”

She meets your gaze again, giving you a tight lipped smile, “You’re welcome.”

“You know it’s too bad you didn’t have me helping you out there. Given that we’ve got a pretty good thing going on here, we could’ve made a badass team.”

“You got punched in the face by a human. How do you think you would’ve stood against a monster that actively wanted to kill you?”

“That’s the whole point of being a team. One runs around failing miserably while the other pulls the weight.”

Hope scrunches her eyebrows together, “That’s literally not what being a team is supposed to be like at all.”

“Seriously?” You ask cluelessly, “Damn, well I guess I’ve been doing it wrong all this time.”

She laughs and for the first time you notice the way her eyes squint together when she really lets herself smile. It sparked a feeling in you that you hadn’t felt before.

“You’re just full of surprises today, aren’t you, Marshall?” You speak up in a playful tone, lightly bumping her shoulder, “Has our 24-hour friendship meant nothing to you? I mean, seriously, how could you not tell me you were a hybrid?”

Hope gives you an appalled scoff, “You didn’t tell me you were a werewolf. Looks like we both hid something from each other last night.”

You stare at her for a second, squinting your eyes as you analyze her, “Hmm. Touche, Marshall.”

She lets out another laugh and this time you swear you can feel your heart begin to grow.

Gosh, she’s really beautiful.

You wished you could say the words aloud. Part of you was surprised that you couldn’t given how bold you’ve been with Hope regardless of the little amount of time you’ve known her.

As much as you wanted to make some sort of move now, you felt you had to draw the line somewhere.

“Y/n, you’re staring.” Hope tells you in a voice that was just above a whisper.

You blink yourself back to reality, “Sorry,” you say with your voice just as hushed, “It’s just that… I think…” For the first time in your life you have no idea what to say. No witty comment or dumb remark.

You searched her deep blue eyes for an answer you couldn’t find. If anything you felt even more lost the longer you looked into them.

I really want to kiss you right now. Your mouth was open, but no words were willing to come out.

For a second you swore you saw Hope begin to lean forward, but the moment ended rather abruptly thanks to your cell phone ringer.

“Jesus,” you flinch yourself back into reality once again before picking up the phone, “Hello?”

“Y/n, where the hell are you? Vardamus has done a room check twice now and says you haven’t been answering your door.” Lizzie frantically asks you.

“I’ll be there in a second. Just cover for me if he’s still lurking in the halls and tell him I’m knocked out from today’s game.”

“Fine, just hurry your ass up!” She whisper-shouts before hanging up.

You let out a deep and exaggerated sigh, “Well, fun’s over, Marshall,” you grin sadly, “It’s pumpkin time.”

She returns a soft smile back at you, “I guess this is goodbye.”

“I’ll only say goodbye if it means we’re gonna say hello again,” you tell her as you rise to your feet.

“Well, then let's not say goodbye,” she says while you help her up, “Maybe if we just say goodnight instead, that's gotta mean we'll see each other again.”

You look down at her with a smirk, “That's all I need, Marshall.”

Hope rolls her eyes with a smile she couldn't contain. Just when you thought she’d walk away, she takes you by surprise as she presses a small kiss on your wounded cheek, “Goodnight, Y/n.”

You bite the sides of your cheeks to keep your smirk from turning into the goofiest looking smile you could possibly imagine, “Goodnight, Hope,” you say, finally turning back to make your way towards the school.

At this point, you couldn’t tell if the heat in your face was from the kiss or the punch.

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heyooo i know it's been a minute, but i hope you enjoyed this slightly longer chapter... again, i can't say how long it'll be until part 7 but i'll get to working on it as soon as possible! thanks for all your love and support for this series everyone, it really means a lot to me <3

[seb-writess]

Some General, Nonsensical Thoughts on Autoboyography

I just finished rereading Autoboyography by Christina Lauren and I need to get some thoughts down NOW.  

First off; this is easily one of my favourite books.  I was obsessed while reading it, obsessed weeks after, obsessed reading it again.  Each character is beautiful (except for the obvious exceptions) and written so carefully and I fell in love with Christina and Lauren’s writing so fast.  

The heartbreak feels real.  The tension is fantastic.  It deals with so many personal journies in a very realistic and relatable manner.  

I love seeing this kind of story from both sides.  I love reading the obvious risks at play for someone like Sebastian, who grew up in such a heavily religious household. I also love reading the risks involved for someone like Tanner, who is the complete opposite.

That for Tanner, this will end in heartbreak.  Whether it’s for Sebastian or for himself or for the people around them.  I was fully prepared to cry by the end of this book, and while I definitely shed some melancholic tears, I think the ending comes around and settles things perfectly without being completely miserable.  I call the ending bittersweet, but there’s definitely more sweet than bitter.

The pacing is brilliant.  It’s sharp and witty and has a great sense of timing that slows when it needs to but speeds up over what could be considered boring scenes.  Which then aren’t boring because they always preface something exciting happening after it.  I also really like the kind of book-ception thing it goes for (iykyk).

I would so highly recommend this book.  It’s fairly short and easy to ready, but still deals with some incredibly sensitive topics in a sensitive light.

Okay spoilers ahead; you’ve been warned.

Despite the book focusing so much on Sebastian and Tanner, I absolutely adore the friendship between Tanner and Auddy.  Particularly, I loved reading Tanner prioritizing that when he uses his break up as a means to sleep with her.  This book is so good at setting up pretenses and foreshadowing and absolutely delivering on it later, in ways you don’t expect or aren’t extremely obvious.

Paul’s whole talk with Tanner in chapter 11:

“I need you to promise me that you are taking care of your other relationships.  That you are spending time with Autumn and Eric and Manny.  That you are still being a role model for Hailey.  That you are being an attentive and helpful son to your mother.  The reason I say that is because It’s important you keep your life full, regardless of how deep your relationship with Sebastian becomes.  This is independent of his religion.  If it continues. and works out somehow, then you’ll want friends who accept and support you.  And if, for whatever reason, it does not work out, you’ll need to have people you can turn to.”

Which like, great advice over all.

And then Tanner kind of goes to the extreme, takes it too far, and sleeps with Auddy in a fit of heartbroken grief.  

But I feel like it’s because of his dad’s influence Tanner is fully able to realise the absolute fuck-tacity of this situation.  Even though Sebastian still broke his heart, and found him at school anyway to apologise, Tanner was still so focused on Auddy and what he had done to her, still focused on making amends with her first, still focused on making sure she’s alright before Sebastian is.  Because that relationship is more important; it has to be more important.

He didn’t even hang around in a desperate bid to see if Sebastian wanted to get back together, and I really love Tanner for not being so blindsided by romance that he could think beyond it when it was necessary to do so.

Now.  This line from chapter 20.

The funny thing is, if you’ve watched me for more than two minutes in that class, it wouldn’t matter what changes I make.  I could move it to an alternate universe on a planet called SkyTron-1, rename him Steve and myself Bucky, give us both superpowers, and it would still be obvious what this book is about.

Tanner is a stucky shipper and he thinks of Sebastian as Captain America and I think that’s beautiful.

And this.

As the book morphs into Sebastian’s POV towards the end, there’s a lot of details skipped over like we’re not meant to pay attention to them even though, if you look at them for more than four seconds, they’re incredibly heartbreaking.  But after my second read I think this is on purpose.  

Take this little tidbit for example.

It’s brushed over so fast I had to go hunting for it again, but Sebastian’s dad outted him at the dinner table.  Like I hated his whole family anyway (his siblings get a pass but they’re on thin ice) but this makes me so angry.  I’m guessing this is a call back to Tanner warning Sebastian about Jenna’s tech invention; the one that can go undetected on a home server but allow parents to read all their children’s private emails.  Fantastic.

Dan Brother, I’ll see you in hell.

Which is why Sebastian had to write this monstrosity:

Instead of a real goodbye explaining the situation.  We weren’t privy to many of their other emails and love letters, but the few we do have always has Sebastian signing it with yours, Sebastian.  And why he could sign his name as such again, one last time, at the book signing.  Try tracking that, Brother family. HAH.

All this to say, at this point we’re reading through Sebastian’s eyes, so it’s second nature for him to defend his family, regardless of the situation.  He’s brushing over these details, instead of getting justifiably angry at them like Tanner might if we were still in his POV, because he’s still trying to defend them.  If he sees these actions for what they are, a disregard for his privacy and who he is as a human, it breaks himself off with his family even more.  And at this point, that’s not something Sebastian was prepared for.

I’m sure that’s what hurts the most about their second (and hopefully, final) break up; the lack of a goodbye.

Even at the very end, when Sebastian has essential estranged himself from his family, his church, his university, and his entire way of life, he’s still talking like this:

That doesn’t sound very promising, to me.  It’s the second ‘I don’t know’ that makes me think Sebastian is still trying to find the good in their actions, and for someone who’s always had a close relationship with his family and made to think it’s his fault for leaving, I can’t imagine it’d be easy to start condemning them either.

There’s so much about this book I could harp on about forever.  I adore it so much, it jumped from a 4.5 to a solid 5/5 stars on my second read.

Let me know if anyone has any further thoughts on certain events of this book because I’m so open to having a discussion!  Or just screaming about Sebastian and Tanner in general!

[selfdulgent-selfinsert]

Can you write some headcanons on what Sebastian and Joseph would for their S/O on Valentine’s Day, please? 🥺

Oh, I can do that~

Sebastian: -An old soul romantic

-Valentine’s day is an event

-Pre COVID19 he would plan a day out

-Like, trip to a quiet museum, flower exhibit, really any quiet but like Valentine’s Day event he can get tickets to

-Really cheesy but this man is made of cheese

-Finishes off the day with a *very* fancy dinner

-Then either a late movie or a walk through the park where its cold and they have some cocoa to share

-His entire focus is on his S/O regardless of the activity at hand

-Refuses to let his S/O pay anything

-However during a global pandemic, Sebastian is responsible, he is keeping his and his S/O’s ass home

-This man barely ever cooks anything more than like a burger, or eggs and toast

-BUT TONIGHT… He’s gonna attempt to be Gordon Ramsey

-Really it’s nothing uber fancy but it’s something he thinks his S/O will like

-His S/O isn’t allowed to lift a finger, he has got all the dishes no help required

-Won’t object to his S/O sitting on the counter next to him while he cleans up though

-After is a movie night on his couch, he’s got it all set up, a cozy blanket and both a selection of streaming services and actual DVDs piled up

-Having his S/O cuddled up under his arms is a must

-Really, whatever happens, and whatever he and his S/O can do doesn’t matter

-His goal is just to give back to his S/O for all the love they shower him with

-He can be kinda aloof and his job keeps him busy so he feels like his S/O doesn’t always get the same love they give him

-This is the day he can pour himself into giving back the care his S/O gives to him all year round

-Honestly, each tender hug and all the butterfly kisses he gives throughout the day just feel so much softer

 Joseph:

-Now Joseph is a romantic baby

-A regular valentine’s day usually turns into an overnight excursion

-Normally he’s got a whole trip planned

-He lives for personal experience and sharing new experiences together

-Will 100% take his S/O to a small mountain town just to experience something new

-Really just wants to go somewhere, do something neither of they have done before but would still be close enough to something they would actually want to do

-Brings a disposable film camera and takes so many photos of their adventure

-Goes Dutch but he and his S/O taking turns paying for smaller things

-In a pandemic, however, going places isn’t really wise nor on the table

-This man is getting creative

-Looks around for a distanced drive-in movie or hell he’ll rig it up himself

-Takes like what a sheet, rope, and some determination to make a screen?

- Honestly probably just rigs up a screen in his living room and borrows a projector from work

-Gets all the softest things in his home and pools them on the floor

-He’s no stranger to cooking but for such an occasion he goes out of his way to get his S/O’s favorite dish from their favorite restaurant (Honestly to save a bit of time too, it took him longer than expected to get that screen up and the projector working)

-He wants to create a memory with his S/O, something special the two of them can share

-Though he likes seeking experience, just spending any time together with his S/O is special to him

-He likes to make it stand out from all the other good times

   ~Bonus~

Ruvik:

-This lad is awkward

-He has absolutely no idea how to be soft

-He’s visibly nervous the closer it gets to the 14th

-Even normally he has no idea what to do

-His ego and insecurities just duke it out this one time of the year

-Thinks his S/O should just be happy with him, he has no need to do anything for him because his presence and affection in itself is already a gift

-But then this little voice goes “But what if I’m not”

-In the end, he’s too distracted to really plan anything and anything that happens usually falls on his S/O to plan things on their own

-Will not protest to anything his S/O wants to do as he’s just relieved his S/O is spending time with him

-He does often lock himself away

-Feeds his ego that no matter what his doubts are his S/O will shower him with love on this day

-Usually, his S/O busts out a cute little dinner for the two of them and some fancy imported chocolate

-This man fucking loves it

-Being waited on hand and foot more than usual and loved on for now, extra effort on his part is 10/10 in his books

-He will get his S/O a gift later on in the month that’s usually expensive, really to make up for how he didn’t help at all cleaning up on Valentine’s Day

-“It’s okay dear, you were looking so tired; so I just wanted to do something nice for you.” Is something his S/O says *a lot*

-During a pandemic things don’t really change much but the year and its stress visibly taking a toll on his S/O pushes him to try

-He secretly orders afternoon tea to be delivered to his home, presenting the 3 tier spread he painstakingly staged in his sunroom full of flowers

-Hell, he even offers to help cook and clean this day

[animeyanderelover]

Hi! First of all I want to thank everyone for the support you have given me so far🥰. I really, really appreciate it! Here is my next post. Hopefully you like it.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, delusions, paranoia, manipulation, bipolar behavior, violence, guilt-tripping, manipulation, sabotage, blackmailing, threatening, bribing, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of killing

Yandere Trancy Manor Hc’s

Alois Trancy

👅This one’s really a handful to take in. He’s pretty bipolar and that effects his Yandere behavior as well. Depending on his mood he can have less worse traits or worse ones. Let’s start with the “better” traits which are delusional, clingy, lovestruck, obsessive and desperate. In his mind the both of you were made for each other so it’s only natural that he wants to know everything about you. Extremely clingy, wherever his s/o is he’ll be there as well and he wants, no, he NEEDS your attention and love even more than Claude’s! This boy cherishes you so much. Extremely touchstarved.

👅The worse traits from him are possessive, manipulative, cruel and some tendencies to the sadistic type. He lost his little brother and won’t lose his darling too, no matter what he has to do! Manipulative as fuck, he fooled everyone with his acts when his “father” died and will use his horrific past on the s/o as well. The thing is, I think he would be more than hesitant to hurt his darling. He doesn’t care about hurting other people, but with the s/o he’s more careful. But when he’s angered enough he might loose it and hurt the s/o and insult them without really realizing what he does until he snaps out of it and as soon as he realized what he’s done he’s heartbroken. Also a very cruel type, but mostly only with the people who are in his relationships’s way with the s/o.

👅Possessive and clingy is a frightening mix. Do everyone the favor and don’t look at anybody else except him. He already punishes his servants when they take your attention away from him, but if it’s another person they’re dead. If someone even takes his darling’s attention away from him for one second he’ll throw a tantrum right then and there. After this he’ll act like the brat he is, even towards you, but one simple hug or a gentle kiss on the cheek from you and he’ll melt and goes back to treating you like a queen/king.

👅Alois is ready to kill everyone who comes in his way. Most of the time he orders Claude to do it, but if someone made you cry, harmed you or confessed to you is when the boy shows his true cruelty. First of all he’ll order Claude to take that person to a secure place where only he has access to. Then he’ll tell them in detail what is going to happen to them with a crazed look in his eyes, which is already enough to make someone never go near the s/o again. After that the torture starts and I can guarantee that everyone begs him to just kill them after merely 30 minutes, but days or even weeks might pass before that guy kills the person. Even hell will seem harmless compared to this.

👅Alois will kidnap his darling really quickly given his paranoia. But he makes sure that everything is towards their liking, there’s nothing he doesn’t know about them. If they try to escape him he’ll chain them up to the bed, but will still spoil them.

👅Uff...This is hard to say. If we go by his worse traits and by how he treats the s/o sometimes and the people around his darling he’s one of the really dangerous ones. But if we go with the better traits and how he treats you most of the time he’s in a dark dark green zone. He spoils you to the rotten and if he accidentally hurts you this boy starts crying, going on his knees and begging you for forgiveness. For the next few days he’ll smoother you in even more affection, hugs and kisses than he already does. I think it’s up to you to judge if he’s a better or worse one.

Claude Faustus

🕷He’s a demon so naturally possessive over the s/o, never letting them leave his side for more than a few seconds. Also the aware type, just like Sebastian he might not know human feelings that well, but he is sure that they aren’t supposed to be so passionate. He’s a manipulative one, using lies to slowly trap his darling in his web without them noticing.

🕷Also a clingy one, I already mentioned it in Sebastian’s Hc, it’s rare for demons to find true love and he never knew what joy he could feel from simply being near his darling. Also an obsessive one he loves everything about you what makes him a touchy one as well.

🕷Possessive and clingy ones are always easily jealous, same goes for Claude. He just found his mate, do you seriously expect to just watch when they’re having fun with someone else?! Na-ah, not happening. His reaction would be similar to Sebastian he would most likely let some part of his demon form appear for a few seconds to scare the other person away.

🕷If someone even dares to touch his s/o’s skin he makes sure to make their death as agonizing as possible. He won’t let anyone take his darling away from him and is willing to crush everyone who tries it. But just like Sebastian he is careful with his killing because the last thing he wants to happen is that this little brat called Alois finds out about you.

🕷Claude will kidnap his darling very quickly given his possessiveness. He doesn’t even think about asking them to work as a maid because Alois is already really cruel to the demon servants so thinking about what harm he might cause a human servant...Yeah, no chance that he’ll let his s/o anywhere near that brat. He’ll search for a nice and cozy cottage somewhere isolated and makes sure that his darling can’t escape from there.

🕷Compared to his master he’s a better Yandere. He just wishes to spoil the s/o and he’ll bring you everyday a new gift. Books, sweets, dresses/suits, whatever you wish for. This guy helps you with everything and will insist on dressing you. He wants you to rely on him and if you act up he’ll be more strict with you, but overall such a gentleman.

Hannah Annafellows

🟣She’s a demon so she’s a possessive one. She’s also obsessed with her darling, loving their hair, scent, skin, laughter, everything about them is addicting to her. She’s a manipulative one and will ensure that everyone the s/o is close to will somehow end up leaving them. And who’s during such times your shoulder to cry on? Hannah! She makes sure that her s/o relies on her and only trusts her.

🟣Hannah is also the lovestruck and overprotective Yandere. She always makes sure that her darling is being watched by her or the triplets so nothing bad happens to them. No words can describe how much she adores and loves her darling. And just for you she’s a really soft one. But don’t get too comfy with her because if you anger her enough she’ll punish you.

🟣Hannah has different from the other demons here just a bit more patience with people, mostly because she knows that they’ll leave the s/o very soon for some “unknown” reasons and that her darling will then run crying to her, needing her hugs and comforts. With these thoughts in her mind, you in her arms and clinging onto her for dear life, she can hold out for some time.

🟣She won’t kill unless given a good reason to. If someone for example takes a liking towards her darling and ignores Hannah’s warning that person is dead. Same goes for people who made you cry and hurt you, even if it’s just a small scratch, that person will be dead within the same day.

🟣She won’t kidnap her s/o unless something bad happens. Most likely scenarios are if she confesses to them and they reject her, they find out about her behavior towards others around them, you distance yourself from her or you’re getting seriously harmed. But as soon as she does her s/o has no chance to escape her with not only her, but the triplets watching over her as well.

🟣I believe that Hannah can be a better Yandere, but only if you behave well. She has some kind of reward system which means the better you behave the more she’s willing to let you out and grand you your wishes. If you don’t behave or try to escape she’ll punish you, but I believe that her punishments are more mentally than physically. That doesn’t really make it better since she’s a demon. She’ll probably let you imagine your worst nightmares and then you’ll run like a frightened bunny to her and beg and cry for her help which she’ll gladly give you, making you see her as your hero and savior which is exactly what she wants. But overall a soft and caring woman.

Timber, Thompson & Canterbury

🤫Since they’re really discreet they prove a little challenge, but I really like them and want to give it a try. All demons are possessive, no exception with these guys. Since they’re so quiet I think they are stalkers as well. At least one of them is ALWAYS observing you from the distance.

🤫Obsessed with their darling in every sense possible. They’re the types to steal things from the s/o and since they are 3 of them they steal a looot of things from their darling. Books, toothbrushes, clothes, underwear... Also the lovestruck types, always imagining how wonderful it would be to have their darling near them. When they are near the s/o then they are incredibly touchy with them.

🤫They know who you meet during the day since they’re always watching! The one who watched you that day will report everything to his brothers and they’ll decide together if that person should be killed or not. Nearly 97% of the time they go with the first option since they can’t stand the thought of someone else being near their darling.

🤫As mentioned above, they hate the thought of someone else near the s/o. It’s already bad enough to have one demon wanting to kill you, but 3?! That’s the worst situation someone could ever ask for. They’re the quiet but deadly types, but I can imagine that the triplets will toy with the victim at first, making fun of them before cornering that person and killing them.

🤫The brothers make sure to kidnap you very soon because at one point just watching didn’t satisfy them anymore. They’ll most likely have a fight about who gets to kidnap you before deciding that they’ll all go together. Isn’t just the thought of having 3 lovesick demons hunting you down wonderful? You’re never going to see anything except the small house in which they keep you again. Escaping isn’t an option too because one of them is always with the darling. Now they only need to find out how to share the s/o.

🤫They’re in the middle, meaning they’re not the worst and not the best. They always argue about who gets to take you on a short walk outside, who gets to help you dress up, who gets to help you with a bath, honestly it’s more frustrating. Punishments are only given when you try to escape or resist their affection towards you and consist of locking you in a dark room with only one meal per day. Probably doesn’t sound that bad, but when you’re about to sleep they silently hide somewhere in the dark and use their demonic powers to give you terrible nightmares and at some point you’re going to be too scared to sleep. That’s when they let you out again and the next few weeks or even months, depending on how far they went, you won’t be able to sleep without at least one of them with you in the bed, cuddling you satisfied and happily in his arms. But most of the time they’re your loyal servants, you won’t have to lift a finger just let them do anything. ( The triplets turned out longer than wanted, but as mentioned above I really like them and just the fact that they’re 3 makes the whole situation even more interesting. From the whole Trancy household they’re definitely my favorites.)