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[diagonhylie]

HOGWARTS LEGACY 🦉 SEBASTIAN SALLOW

Thoughts about Emilea keep running through Sebastian's mind...

Sebastian In Thought Within His Common Room: Something about that girl just seems oddly familiar, but I can't quite figure out what it might be... hm.

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[lucyrose191]

THE ICEBREAKER| KIMI RÄIKKÖNEN

Pairing; Kimi Raikkonen x wife!reader

Summary; It never fails to amaze the formula one community just how much of a difference there is in Kimi’s attitude whenever his wife is around.

Warnings; Simply fluff.

F1 Master List

It was common knowledge in the world of formula one that Kimi 'the iceman' Raikkonen was everything that his nickname implied. He was blunt, hard faced and cold, straight to the point.

There's only a few instances where that guard drops; when he's drunk, caught off guard or sometimes when he's around Sebastian Vettel.

However, everyone knew that the ultimate Icebreaker was his wife.

It amazed everyone how quickly that icy facade melted whenever Kimi was around her, he was a completely different person, the paddock changed when she was around, Kimi was full of soft smiles and loving glances.

They were complete opposites, she was sunshine and spring, he was winter and icy winds but there had never been a pair more suited for each other.

Kimi wasn't due on track for another half an hour so him and Y/N had hidden themselves away on a bench at the far side of the garage. Kimi's back was rested against the wall, his wife sat between his legs, back resting against his chest. His arms were securely wrapped around her, his chin rested on her shoulder, eyeing the data he was holding in his hands.

Every now and then the Finnish man would nuzzle his head into her hair, inhaling the comforting smell of strawberries and a scent that was so uniquely her, followed by a soft kiss on her shoulder before returning back to his data.

Y/N relished in these small moments before races, even though they were surrounded by people running around it always felt like it was just them, alone in the world and they were perfectly content getting lost in each other's presence.

She closed her eyes, relaxing into the love of her life's embrace, she would never take these moments for granted, not when their lives were so hectic, it was relieving to live in a moment like this, to use it as a sort of pause button to take a small but needed break.

'...And there is the golden couple of the paddock, world champion Kimi Raikkonen and his wife, that man looks anything but what we know him as...'

She heard David Croft's voice filter through a nearby radio causing her eyes to open in confusion before she noticed a camera zooming into them from outside of the garage, sure enough they were on the big screen.

She smiled, lightly tapping Kimi's arm to get his attention, he turned his eyes from the papers in his hand to look at her. She pointed to the camera, Kimi looked in that direction, shaking his head with the smallest of smiles when he noticed the camera.

He knew what everyone said about him, how he was a different person when he was with her and they took every chance they could to capture him in a moment with his guard down. He didn't try and deny it because he knew they were right, sort of.

He wasn't a different person with her, he was himself with her, just a softer version of himself that he reserved for family and closest friends.

"Kulta" Kimi whispered 10 minutes later, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. "Hmm" she responded, eyes remaining closed, more than relaxed in his arms.

"It's time for me to get in the car" he mumbled into her ear, softly patting her thigh. She sighed but sat forward, standing up from the bench, stretching as she did.

Kimi groaned as he stood, folding the papers into his right hand, reaching out his left to grab hers, leading her over to his car where his engineer stood with his balaclava and helmet in hand. He handed the balaclava to Kimi and helmet to Y/N before walking away, giving them privacy.

Y/N watched as her husband got into his racing mode, his icy-blue eyes turned hard and determined, his body tensed up as he became more focused, strategies running through his mind.

She handed his helmet to him and once he had secured the straps under his chin she stepped closer to him, gently cupping the sides of his head and pressing a loving kiss on the hard material where his lips were covered.

Her hands ran down his arms before eventually reaching his hands that were covered in his gloves, she laced her fingers with his, her eyes never leaving his.

"Win for me" she told him "I love you so much" his eyes shined brighter at her words, his right hand rose to her cheek, his thumb brushed across her skin.

"I love you" she heard his muffled voice repeat back causing her to smile. He stroked her cheek one last time before lowering his hand, releasing her hand from his left and turning to his car.

Once he had climbed inside and checked his radio was working, he was ready to go. He looked towards where Y/N was standing and gave her a thumbs up before the mechanics wheeled him and his car out of the garage.

She walked back over to his side of the garage, sitting in front a screen that would be streaming the race.

There was no greater sight than watching the love of her life living his dream, his heart may beat for her but he was born to race. She had supported him up to this point and would continue to support him until the day he decides to let racing go, even then she would cheer him on in what he decides to do next.

[toppersbitch]

Meet Me at Midnight // Sebastian Sallow x Reader

18+ Minors DNI All underage characters aged up to 18+ Summary: Sebastian and you meet in the undercroft, one thing and another happen and you two end up having your first time Word Count: 1.1k Warnings: super soft Sebastian, unedited work

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You opened your book bag, a note falling out onto your lap.

‘Meet at the croft at 12’ signed S

It was the messy handwriting you knew and loved, you knew immediately it was Sebastian. After curfew and bed checks, you two always met Friday nights at the croft. You practiced dueling, did homework, and goofed around was the biggest one. You two would be down there until early morning, sometimes just having sleepovers. You were grateful Sebastian trusted you with the croft, it was a place to hide from everyone. You’d miss it once the both of you graduated from Hogwarts.

Right at 11 you cast disillusionment on yourself, sneaking through the common room. Boys always had bed checks first, Sebastian was surly already at the croft. Entering the clock front, it closed behind you. The croft was empty, you began walking to the back, Sebastian’s bag was on the ground near the stacks of barrels. 

“Seb?” you called out, a scuffling coming from behind his bag, you moved it finding an open box of chocolate frogs.

“Ah,” Sebastian jumped out from a pillar grabbing you. You jumped, letting out a yelp.

“God don’t do that,” you pushed him off of you playfully, and he grabbed his stomach from laughing. He nudged into you, stumbling around. You watched his happiness, smiling. You sat abruptly, another chocolate frog jumping, you caught it, tossing it into your mouth. 

“Did you get these for me?” you smiled at him giddy, he knew they were your favorite, and he was always buying you treats.

He nodded, sitting right next to you, his arm going around your shoulders. You leaned into him, head fitting in the crook of his neck. 

“What are we gonna do tonight?” you asked eating another chocolate.

“Mhm I have an idea,” he said, “it starts with an f,” he smirked looking at you.

“Sebastian!” you exclaimed pushing him away from you.

“What, Flagrate,” Sebastian chuckled to himself, writing your initial + S in a heart on the barrel beside him with fir.

“You are such a child,” you shook your head in disbelief. He looked at you, a slow smile growing on his face. He pushed you over softly, beginning to tickle your sides. You squirmed beneath him pushing his hands away by all means. You laughed and squealed, pleading for him to stop. He finally did, his body hovering over yours, one hand resting on your waist, the other holding himself up above your head. You reached up a hand behind his neck and pulled him down pressing your lips to his. He deepened the kiss, his tongue pushing into your mouth. You pushed against his tongue, the two of you fighting for control. He squeezed your waist, making you jolt. He took over, his tongue on top of yours. You pushed your hand up his shirt, feeling his body. His hand heard your breast moving up to touch your face. 

“Oh sorry,” he murmured, stopping the kiss. 

“Seb it’s okay,” you laughed at his boyishness. The two of you had made out a handful of times, touching each other, “you’ve touched me before.”

“I’m sorry I’m just nervous,” he chuckled. You smiled your kindest smile at him, caressing his cheek. You kissed his lips sweetly, running your hand up and into his hair. 

“You’re okay Sebastian,” you said to him. There was nothing Sebastian could do to ruin this moment, “you can touch me.”

He nodded, his hand finding its way to your waist again. He leaned down again, kissing you again. Falling back into the rhythm. 

You moved your hand, pulling at his shirt, he pulled it off with ease, and you lifted yours off his eyes looking at your breasts with astonishment. 

“Seb,” he looked up almost as if startled, “touch me.”

You took his hand, guiding it to your breasts, you held your hands over him and he squeezed your breast. He was mesmerized as he touched you, taking all of you in. You took your other hand, meeting it with the waistband of his pants. You pulled at them, signaling for Sebastian to take them off. He did so, leaving his boxers on. He pulled down your bottoms, his hands grazing your sensitive skin. He began to remove your panties, you put your hand on his stopping him. 

“Be gentle?” You asked, looking at him, his eyes were soft and caring. He nodded pulling them down slowly. His hands traced up your legs. His eyes watched your body closely, assuring everything he was doing was okay.

“Do you think you’re ready?” his voice was small and needy. Just then the last chocolate frog from the box jumped, the both of you jolting from your trance. You began laughing, covering your body. Seb sat back, his breathing heavy.

“I thought Ominous came in,” his hand was over his heart. He moved back over you, his hands moving yours, your body being exposed again. He removed his underwear now, coming back over to kiss you. Your hands held around his back, feeling this close to him was amazing.

“I’m ready Seb,” you looked down as he readied himself. 

He lined up, holding your hips as he pushed into you, you winced as he pushed deeper into you. 

“Is it okay,” Sebastian stopped waiting for your okay. Once you did he moved slowly, bringing his body back close to you. He put his head in the crook of your neck. He pushed his hands under you, hugging you close. He thrust faster, finding his tempo. You moaned, Sebastian, letting out shaky breaths. 

“Faster,” you begged into his ear, he listened picking up the pace. His thrusts were deep, you could feel your stomach tightening. You held onto Sebastian tightly, letting yourself let go. Your body feeling with static and a sense of euphoria. Sebastian thrust a final time, moaning into your ear.  He pulled back, collapsing on top of you. 

“Thank you,” Sebastian said, his breathing heavy and uneven.

“What are you saying thank you for?” Sebastian pulled on his clothes, gathering yours in a pile.

“I don't know,” he chuckled, “Let me dress you,” Sebastian pulled on your clothes, caressing your skin when he could. 

“Come here,” he said, sitting again with his back against the barrels. He hugged you into him, and you both sat there breathing and catching your breath. You grabbed his hand, grabbing it to hold close.

The door opened across the room, Sebastian and you looked at each other waiting for whatever it was. 

“God, why didn’t you guys tell me we were meeting,” Ominous was walking towards you two, “I just woke up and Sebastian was gone, I mean where else would he be at this hour?” You began to snicker to yourself. Sebastian squeezed your hand moving his stuff for Ominous to sit next to him.

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I just imagine Sebastian being the sweetest and softest during your guys first time, and nervous!

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For this one I decided to combine two requests that were kinda similar

[soothinglee]

slow train | tao xu x reader

summary: you see a handsome stranger at the train station, seems like you knew a little more about him than you thought. first feelings are- different. do you like mr. unknown?

warnings: none.

authors note: in this fiction we are pretending like elle and tao are not a thing. we still love them but for the purpose of this we do not. at first i had written half of this and still didn't have a character in mind and then i realized i haven't written for heartstopper. how heartbreaking. also maybe a little out of character, first time writing for this character.

inspiration: the wonderful sebastian crofts song; "slow train to nowhere."

pairing: tao xu x reader (no pronouns specified. though reader is mentioned to go to higgs.)

masterlist | part two

line 141 has got be written down as the slowest train in history. the electronic board above the waiting station said that the train would arrive around 2:47, though when you look at your watch its five minutes till 3 o'clock.

feeling a little antsy, you brush back the fly away, trying to calm down your jittery legs. the crowd around you grows as the seconds pass, all radiating the same aura as you, impatience. one person in particular stands out to you the most, a soft brown knitted vest adorned his white long-sleeve blouse, matched with tan colored trousers. he looked well fit, a handsome young man, and as you continue to watch him it seems as though he's looking right back you.

underneath the cream fluorescent lightening the hue of his cheeks change a flamingo shade, and right when your eyes meet his gaze is adverted. he looks nervous.

"cute." you whisper to no one but yourself, the old lady next to you glances in your direction with a shy smile. hopefully, she did not think you were flirting with her.

taking a quick peek at the man again you can't help but feel fuzzy. you have no clue who he is, nor ever spoken to him but something about him makes you feel-lightheaded. what a concerning reaction. he's intriguing to say the least, the way he too checks his watch as the time finally hits 3, or how his fingers hover over his hair when he goes to brush it but then ultimately brings it to his side. you want to know more. but he is a random stranger waiting for line 141 and who knows how dangerous of a person he could be.

but that doesn't stop you.

right as you muster up that courage to walk his way the faint hiss of the train tracks stop you as a gust of wind tips you backwards. just your luck, the train finally arrived.

in the commotion of everyone trying to make it onto the transport before it leaves you loose sight of stranger. the people blocking your views as you make your way onto the train to find a seat, many people go onto other cars leaving just you and a few others in the cart alone. what a waste.

as you make yourself comfortable you can't help but notice a melodic voice pull you out of your thoughts. it starts with the shoes, then the shirt and finally a young man stands before you, wringing his wrists together in a nervous manner. a timid smile etches its way onto his face and it's one of those where you can't help but smile back.

though remember, stranger danger.

"hello, d'you think i could sit here?" giving him a once over, he looks harmless, thin, lean gentlemen with great hair. really great hair.

your lips form to make a sentence but nothing comes out and suddenly-comically, your mouth is dry. that has to be the most embarrassing reaction because the man laughs. it was quiet but very pleasing to hear.

"i, you, yeah- go right ahead, there's enough room for the both of us." you respond to him with an awkward grin that probably came out more like a grimace then you had hoped for. god, why was it so hard being normal when a cute guy deliberately goes out of his way to talk to you. normally, the red flags would be shaming you but in the comfort of his presence, the tint fades green.

a moment passes between you both, and from the corner of your eye you see a pleased smile rest upon his face. "y'know," he starts and almost immediately you give him your attention. you might've caught him off guard by the forcefulness of it but he doesn't seem too bothered. "I saw you waiting for the train and for whatever reason you caught my eye. I wanted so badly to say something but my nerves got in the way." he laughs again, god that laugh. "I was beating myself up for it, thought that I let you get away, but, when I saw you from the other cart I thought, this is my chance."

you turn your gaze away from him bashfully, "well i'm glad you took it." you utter softly.

his grin grows, "i'm glad too, you seem like a nice person."

"i'd hope so, i was scared that you took me looking at you as intimidation."

he gasps playfully, resting his hand on his chest. "no, never! I hoped that you wouldn't think i was some creep checking you out." he admits faintly, but then is quick to add, "not that i was checking you out! because that's weird, and disrespectful, and- oh my god i'm making this worse." he covers his face with hands, and hunches over, trying to cave in on himself.

a loud bark of a laugh escapes you and cover your mouth with a hand, trying to suppress the giggles. though it's no use, the blush on the mans cheeks grows down towards his neck, his whole upper half is pink.

"don't worry," you reassure, placing a hand on his shoulder, "i didn't take that in a nasty way, you're okay."

the gentlemen takes a deep breath and sits back up, the color subsiding. the look in his eye is indescribable. the fuzzy feeling from earlier returns and it's hard to ignore. are you catching feelings for a guy you don't even know? seems like it.

as the conversation progresses you start to learn more about the man. firstly, his name is tao, and being on a first name bases doesn't classify you as "strangers" anymore, it brings a new-found hope. he lives with his mom, loves flims, hanging out with his friends and goes to an all boys school.

when asked what the name he is hesitant, of course, but gives the name quickly. upon hearing it you gasp;

"I go to Higgs! who knew we were closer than we thought!" at this point you are full on beaming, your whole body and posture screams he has all your attention. he nods his head happily.

for a second he pauses with an eyebrow raised, "do you by chance know a girl named elle? she transferred there last year, friends with tara, darcy, and sahar?"

hearing the names sparks a familiarity and you wiggle in your seat. "how could i not! i sit next to elle in homeroom and eat lunch with all four of them! 'known tara and darcy since gradeschool!"

he laughs loudly at the information, "this is crazy! the four of them are apart of my friend group. what a coincidence."

as you go to speak the lady on the overhead announces that the stop is coming up. tao looks towards the door and sees the next station start to slow down in the window. a pitiful sigh leaves his lips.

"your stop?" you inquire sadly, upset to see him leave. your stop isn't for another ten minutes. the rate this train moves is ridiculous.

tao nods his head slowly, trying to move as slow as possible when getting up, as the train lets out a rhythmical chime- the doors open and the people who once sat around you flood on onto the pathway, "it was really nice to meet you," he says, bringing your attention to him once more. something in his eyes shifts in the way he looks at you and you can't help but feel small under his gaze, in a good way. "i'll make sure to seat you next to me on my wedding day." the words were muttered so quietly that you had to strain to hear him, yet you did, and ghost of a smile hushes you as you watch him exit the train doors, joining the others on the other side.

"see you soon?" you hope, wondering if this would be the last time you would see him even though he's a five minute walk from your school.

his voice is airy and the way he holds himself is sincere. he pauses and then nods your way, "of course."

that was the most enjoyment you had in a long time- sad to say, it was fun until he had got off the train.

[danielfuckingricciardo]

Rise Like A Phoenix - Chapter Ten

Pairing - Jenson Button x Reader + Charles Leclerc x Reader + Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Word Count - 3632

Content Warning - Swearing, extreme violence, guns, description of blood

Synopsis - When a German agent goes missing investigating a diplomat’s disappearance, you are asked to take the case as your old adversary is revealed to be the one to blame. However, you soon find out that you will not be working alone, and will have to complete your mission with the help of agent Charles Leclerc.

Author’s Note - And here we go! The plan begins! I don’t want to give too much away so I’ll shut up and let you get straight to reading! Enjoy!

Chapter Ten - Let’s Kick Some Fucking Ass

“Alright, are we fucking ready?” Daniel asks, adjusting the collar of his shirt in the mirror, undoing the top two buttons of the garishly-coloured garment to expose the top of his tanned chest.

“Suited and booted.” You respond, taking a seat on the side of the bed to slide your pistol into the holster on your belt.

“Charles, you good?” Daniel calls into the bathroom, and Charles emerges in his neatly pressed black suit, spraying himself liberally with some fancy cologne.

“Do I look the part?” Charles asks, holding out his arms and turning around so that you could examine his outfit choice.

The suit was extremely well fitting, and most probably custom made to fit his form exactly. The white shirt he wore was unbuttoned at the very top, exposing his neck and the chain that hung around it. The material clung to his toned chest, emphasising his pecs and abs as the buttons strained to hold the garment closed over his torso. His black suit jacket hung open, the sleeves just barely exposing his intricate watch. The bottom seam of the jacket perfectly aligned with the waistband of his black suit pants which hugged his narrow waist. The suit pants tapered down, cutting off just above his formal black brogues. He most definitely looked the part.

Daniel wolf whistles at him and Charles chuckles, “you’re too kind, please.”

“Damn Charles, if you wanna recreate what we did last night once Fortescue’s on the slab, you better leave that fucking shirt on. Hot damn.” You say, and Charles blushes.

“Hey, what about me? Am I invited?” Daniel asks, throwing himself down on the bed behind you.

“It depends, will you be wearing that horrible shirt?” You ask, a smile on your face.

“Hey, this is my favourite shirt!” Daniel says, feigning being hurt by your comment as he jabs you in the side.

“You spend a few weeks around the mafia and start dressing like them, huh?” You tease.

“Oh fuck off, Lara Croft.” He says, and you roll your eyes.

“I’ll have you know this is the most practical outfit for doing actually cool spy shit.” You say, gesturing at your black tank top, stab vest and matching black combat trousers.

“Whatever, nerd. Go raid a fucking tomb or whatever.” Daniel chuckles, his legs raising slightly off the bed in his laughter.

“Charles, could you help me with the pin again? I can’t get the fucking thing to stay in my hair.” You groan, and Charles walks over to you, taking the pin from your hands and carefully embedding it in your low bun.

“Do you have your earpieces in? George will be expecting us to check in before we go.” Charles says, and you nod, and Daniel hums in response.

“Hey George, we should be online now?” You say, and you hear a brief moment of static.

“Yep, all good to go on my end. While you might not be able to communicate with one another while undercover, I can track you via the earpieces, talk to you, and hear everything you or anyone else says. Good luck guys, Jenson, Sebastian and Mark wish you all the best.” George says.

“Thanks George, I’ll keep you updated on my progress in finding the agents.” You say.

“Well, it’s now or never. Shall we?” Daniel asks, and you and Charles both nod in response.

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As Charles and Daniel enter the vast apartment block together via the front entrance, you make your way to the underground car park beneath the building.

“Okay George, I think the coast is clear, I’m going in.” You say, resting your hand on your pistol as you turn the corner to see the car park is completely deserted.

“I would have thought it would be busier in here.” You say, taking a few tentative steps over to a heavy concrete door in the corner of the facility.

You push the handle of the door, and it creaks open, revealing a dark empty corridor lined with eight identical concrete doors.

“There’s no one down here, they must all be upstairs enjoying Fortescue’s party.” You say to George, but he does not respond.

Heavy footsteps behind you urge you to pull your pistol and turn around, only to be met with a hit to the side of the head. You collapse to the ground, urging your eyes to remain open as they grab your limp body and begin to drag you down the corridor.

The last thing you hear is the creak of a door before your vision fades to black.

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Daniel and Charles stride through the lobby of the apartment building, occasionally stopping for Daniel to say a brief hello to staff he recognised from his regular visits to Fortescue’s apartment. He calls the elevator and the two of them step inside.

“As soon as we enter, I’ll get you talking to Fortescue. Hit him with the business proposition, and we go up to the roof to talk it out away from all the other guests. You pull the trigger and (y/n) comes running. Easy peasy.” Daniel says, offering Charles a reassuring smile.

“Sure, easy peasy.” Charles repeats, attempting to remain cool despite his fidgeting hands giving away his obvious anxieties.

The elevator dings, and the doors begin to open. Daniel pats Charles on the back before striding out towards the pristine white door of Fortescue’s apartment, twisting the handle, and wandering in.

“Eddie! How are you mate?” Daniel says, embracing Fortescue in a manly hug.

“All the better for seeing you, my dear boy. And I see you haven’t come alone?” Fortescue says, and Daniel turns to gesture Charles to take a few steps closer.

“Yeah, I bumped into Charlie boy in the lobby. He said he was here for the party but looked a little lost. Lucky for him, I know this place like the back of my hand, eh?” Daniel says, giving Charles a pat on the back.

“Ah, yes, the young visionary we encountered last night at the casino. I look at this boy and I see my younger self, only he is far more handsome than I ever was.” Fortescue says, laughing a deep throaty laugh as he holds his hand out for Charles to shake.

Charles takes his hand and shakes it firmly, attempting to hide his anxiety with a quick smile and a chuckle.

“You flatter me, sir.” Charles says, and Fortescue gives him a sly smile.

“Please, I told you last night, call me Edmund, I insist.” Fortescue says.

“So, Eddie, where’s everyone else? Francisco promised me he’d empty my wallet over the poker table.” Daniel says, and Fortescue erupts into laughter.

“Ah, well, you must just be early. Either that or, I’m afraid, the game is over.” Fortescue says, and Polina and two giant men dressed in black, emerge from the adjoining room.

“You think we’re stupid?” Fortescue says, and Daniel immediately begins to back up towards the door, pulling Charles along with him.

The door swings open, and two more henchmen appear behind them.

“Hey Eddie, what’s going on mate?” Daniel says, laughing awkwardly.

“Hm, let me see. Daniel Joseph Ricciardo, born in Perth, Australia on July 1st 1989. Began his career in the Australian army, receiving several special commendations before his promotion to Special Forces in 2011. In 2016, he received an honourable discharge and promptly disappeared from all records. It took my dear Polina a while to hack into government databases to find this information, but would you like to know what else she found? Tucked away behind firewall after firewall? She found that from 2016 onwards he worked as a field agent for the Australian Secret Intelligence Service. Does any of that ring a bell?” Fortescue says, and Daniel’s smile fades.

“Tie him up, and if he resists, kill him. It’s not as if he’s a stranger to the sting of a bullet. Mark Webber really stitched you up that day, hm?” Fortescue says, and Daniel holds up his hands.

“Okay, okay, fine, I’ll play nice. As long as you play nice too. Charles here doesn’t need to see this.” Daniel says, as the two men behind him grab him firmly, grasping at his wrists to force them together and secure them with thick brown rope.

“I think you’re wrong there, Daniel. It’s important for a boy to learn how dangerous it is to get on the wrong side of me, don’t you think?” Fortescue says, gesturing at Polina to walk over to Charles.

She rests her hand on his shoulder, taking in the scent of his cologne, running her red-polished nails across his jawline.

“Polina, why don’t you take Mr. Leclerc to the lounge, and show him the gift you bought for him?” Fortescue says, and she nods, grabbing Charles’ hand and pulling him with her towards another door.

The room is dark, illuminated only by the lights of the city beyond the windows. The door slams shut behind the two of them, and Polina flips a switch, revealing the dramatic centrepiece of the room - A shining black grand piano.

“Do you still play, Mr. Leclerc?” Polina asks, her thick Russian accent evident in every syllable.

“Who says I play?” Charles responds, fidgeting with the sleeves of his jacket.

“I know you play. I saw you perform. Oh, it must have been two years since that day, but the memory is still fresh in my mind. They say that once you learn how to play, you never lose it.” Polina says, wrapping her arms around Charles’ neck.

“I haven’t touched a piano since that day.” Charles says, attempting to walk away from her grasp, but eventually realising he is trapped between her and the cold wall that pressed against his back.

“My father meant everything to me. He was my idol, my inspiration. That day you took from me something so dear. Did you really think that I would forget you so easily? That I wouldn’t recognise the man who orchestrated my father’s death?” Polina says.

“Then why pretend last night? Why not just shoot me in the casino there and then and get your justice?” Charles asks, and Polina chuckles.

“Ah, you see, now there’s a question. As much as I wanted to bury a bullet in your skull the moment you took your seat beside my beloved Edmund, I knew it wasn’t right. You see, Edmund and I both have our own great enemies; you are mine, and (y/n) (y/l/n) is his. We want to see the two of you both suffer, and shooting you would simply be too kind. While my talents lay in hacking, Edmund has great experience in torture, as I’m sure (y/n) will have told you. That is to be your fate, Mr. Leclerc. I want to see you suffer until your little heart gives out.” Polina says, before pressing a kiss to Charles’ jawline.

“(Y/n)! (Y/n)! It’s a trap! Get out! George? Are you there?” Charles shouts, but no one responds.

“Your technology won’t work in here, Mr. Leclerc. The entire building is shielded from the transmission of radio waves. You’re on your own, and no one is coming to save you.” Polina says.

Charles attempts to run for the door, gripping the handle and twisting it in desperation. The door opens, and Charles sprints towards Daniel who is bound at both his hands and feet.

“Charles look out!” Daniel shouts, and Charles snaps his head towards Polina, a pistol in her hand.

She pulls the trigger, and Charles collapses to the floor.

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You squeeze your eyes together as you register the throbbing pain in the side of your head.

“What the fuck?” You slur, blinking rapidly to acclimatise to the bright light of the room your found yourself in.

You scan your concrete cell, your vision still blurred, and settle your eyes upon three bodies across the room. Each man was bound at both his hands and feet.

“She’s awake! Are you okay?” One of the men says, and you grunt in response, attempting to stretch your limbs but quickly realising that you too had been bound.

“I’ve had worse nights.” You say, eliciting a chuckle from one of the other men.

“Who are you?” The man in the centre says, and you adjust your position to face him.

“(Y/n) (y/l/n), MI6,” you say, “and you guys?”

“Mick Schumacher, Federal Intelligence Service.” He responds, and you nod.

“Carlos Sainz, Centro Nacional de Inteligencia.” The man to Mick’s left says

“Pierre Gasly, DRSD.” The man on the right says.

“Well, I was supposed to be getting you all the fuck out of here, but I don’t know what happened? George, George, you there?” You say, but you receive no response.

“They can’t hear you, there must be some kind of signal blocker covering the building.” Mick says, and you nod.

“So we’re on our own? Great. Is this room guarded, and can they hear us?” You ask.

“No, this place is soundproof. There’s one regular guard outside, but he only enters three times a day to give us food and water, and to throw in whoever else gets caught by Fortescue.” Mick says.

“Well then boys, time to plan our escape. Who’s good with knots?” You ask, a wicked smile on your face.

“I’ve untied these things at least four times, they’re really shit at tying knots.” Pierre says, fiddling with his hands behind his back for a few moments before flashing his free hands at you.

“Nice one, Houdini, do me next.” You say, and Pierre crawls over over to you.

“We should escape first, and I can do you later, yes?” He says, a smirk playing on his lips.

You roll your eyes, eliciting a chuckle from the other men as Pierre frees you from your bindings. As Pierre works on freeing Carlos, you do the same for Mick, sliding your hands in behind him and fiddling with the frayed brown rope.

“Fortescue planned this, he knew you’d be here, he mentioned you by name when he captured me. But is he here too? Charles Leclerc?” Mick says, and your hands come to a stop.

“He knows about Charles? How?” You say, a look of worry spreading across your face.

“I don’t know, but he said to me, just before I passed out and he threw me in here, that he needed me to attract the two of you.”

“That means Charles and Daniel are both in danger up there. They’re in his apartment right now. Fuck escaping, we need to save them.” You say, finishing untying Mick and standing up, dusting off your hands.

“I’m with you, (y/n). I came here to stop Fortescue and Sukharnikova no matter what, and while I can’t speak for these guys, I’m not leaving without seeing them dead.” Mick says, and you nod, offering him your hand to pull him up off of the ground.

“I’m in too.” Carlos says.

“And me.” Pierre adds.

“Excellent. Let’s kick some fucking ass.” You say.

———

Daniel can’t do anything but watch as blood pours from the wound in Charles’ shin. The younger man had pulled himself into the foetal position on the floor, his breathing shallow as he attempts to cope with the pain.

“Eddie, please, be reasonable, he hasn’t done anything wrong. If you want to hurt anyone, hurt me.” Daniel says, and Fortescue chuckles.

“You’re kidding right? My goodness Daniel, you really are even more stupid than you look. That pathetic man bleeding out on the floor before you robbed my beloved Polina of her father. He deserves to suffer.” Fortescue says, and Daniel’s eyes go wide.

“Charles killed Evgeniy Sukharnikov?” Daniel questions.

“He may not have been the one to pull the trigger, but it was due to Charles’ actions that Polina’s father was caught. He was responsible, and he will pay, rotting away in a cell in the basement along with all those other stupid agents who dared to threaten me.” Fortescue says.

“There’s just one thing I don’t understand. Why didn’t you send me down there as soon as you realised who I was?” Daniel asks.

“I needed you, because (y/n) trusted you. She doesn’t trust many people, I made sure of that, but for some reason she placed her faith in you. And it appears that faith will be her downfall, as right now, she is in that cell with all those other failed agents, screaming for help with no one to save her. You will join her soon too, and so will poor little Charles, as long as he doesn’t bleed out before then, that is.” Fortescue says with a laugh.

“You sick fucker! Leave her alone! Hasn’t she suffered enough at your hand?” Daniel yells, and Fortescue kneels down before Daniel, so his face is just centimetres away.

“She is mine to do with as I like. As are you, and Charles, and poor little agent Schumacher. No doubt Daddy Sebastian is sick with worry at the loss of his special little guy.” Fortescue says, and Daniel responds by spitting in his face.

Fortescue wipes the saliva from his cheek, and strikes Daniel with his ring-clad hand, splitting open his lip as the gold jewellery makes contact with the soft flesh.

“Polina, keep your eye on them would you? I need a stiff drink after all this excitement.” Fortescue says, before exiting the room.

———

“(Y/n)? Daniel? Charles? If you can hear me say anything, please.” George says, his voice shaking.

“Agents, report, now.” Jenson says, but he receives no response.

“Fuck, there’s nothing wrong with the comms, they’re working as normal, but there must be something blocking the signal within the building itself. They’re completely on their own.” George says, resting his head in his hands.

“If they can’t communicate then the plan is as good as fucked, mate.” Mark says, and Sebastian nods in agreement.

“I trust (y/n), she knows what she’s doing. With any luck she’ll have already caught on and started coming up with plans B through Z by now.” Jenson says, nibbling the side of his nail slightly.

“But what if she hasn’t? We might have lost a further three agents to Fortescue and Sukharnikova.” Sebastian says, and Jenson sighs.

“We couldn’t have known, sir.” George says, and Jenson shakes his head.

“We should have prepared for this, developed some kind of backup comms system or something. I am not letting him take her again. I can’t- I won’t let this happen. I promised her.” Jenson says, his eyes beginning to water as he paces up and down.

“We really have no other option do we? Plan B?” Mark says, and Jenson nods.

“Okay then, let’s put plan B into motion.” Sebastian says.

———

“Are you sure that thing is going to work?” Pierre asks, and you nod.

“My tech guy made it for me, apparently it moulds itself to any keyhole you insert it into. Pretty cool, right?” You say, flipping the ornate hairpin over in your hands.

“If you’re right and there is only one guard out there, he should be easy to take out without too much commotion. Then we just need to find our way up to Fortescue’s apartment.” You say, and the boys nod.

You push the hairpin into the lock and twist it, hearing a silent click from the lock. You push the handle and the door creaks open.

‘What the-“ The guard begins, before being knocked out by a direct punch to the face from Carlos. The guard collapses to the ground with a clunk and you check both sides of the corridor before ushering the rest of the guys out of the cell and into the basement.

“That was surprisingly easy. Now how do we get up to Fortescue?” You ask, and Mick’s eyes light up.

“There’s a service elevator in the parking lot. The only problem is, you need Fortescue’s own passcode to call the lift to his floor.” Mick says, and you pump your fist in celebration.

“Luckily, I have just the gadget for that.” You say, and you and your fellow agents head across the car park towards the grey concrete elevator.

“Laser watch?” Pierre asks, and you shake your head.

“Code cracker. Oh George Russell I could kiss you.” You say as you press your watch to the electronic keypad.

The screen flashes as the watch attempts to crack the code, finally settling on eight numbers - 14062012 - the date you and your mother had been kidnapped by Fortescue. Even without the code-cracker you would have easily been able to guess the code, he was far too predictable in his obsession with you.

The elevator doors open and you step inside, gesturing for your companions to join you.

“So, what’s the plan?” Mick asks, and a smile spreads across your face.

“Kill Fortescue, rescue the hostages, we all go down in history as heroes and then we have an orgy” You say, echoing Daniel’s earlier plan.

“I like it, ma cherie” Pierre says, offering you a flirtatious smile.

“Oh you will.” You chuckle, as the elevator doors close and you begin your ascent up towards Fortescue’s apartment.

Next Chapter

[love-strawberry]

colours of you

summary : in which they're both amazing together and their friends are supportive.

pairing : sebastian croft x genderneutral!reader

warnings : language

author's note : hiiiiiiiii!! im so sorry for disappearing :( i started 11th and everything's so crazy rn and i've been busy w my wattpad book so i haven't really written on here but here u go, hope u like it!!!

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[chaussetteblanche]

tired of it

pairing : kit connor x gn!reader summary : kit is tired of everyone thinking that you're dating his co-star, sebastian croft word count : 1'422 warnings : swear words

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You fixed your hair in the mirror one last time before stepping out of the trailer. You turned to Kit, raising your eyebrows at him. "How do I look ?" you asked, smiling exaggeratedly at him. He chuckled, smoothing down his sweater. "Beautiful, as always," He stepped forward and gently cupped your cheek. You playfully rolled your eyes. "Love, you always say that," you groaned. "Yeah, 'cause it's always true, innit ?" He leaned forward, brushing his lips against yours. You smiled and pushed your lips harder against his, kissing him softly. His hand came up to rest on your ribcage as he tilted his head to the side. You slid your tongue into his mouth, pressing your chest against his. A little breath escaped him as his grip on you tightened.

You were interrupted by a knock on the trailer door. "Oi, Y/N, Kit, you're on in two minutes !" your manager, Abigail, yelled. You sighed, and rested your forehead on Kit's shoulder. You licked your lips, tasting him on them. "The world awaits," you mumbled. "The world awaits," Kit repeated, grinning. "C'mon, let's go before she has your head." He took your hand and pulled you out of the trailer. You started walking towards the room where your and Kit would be doing an interview.

When you arrived before the building, you reluctantly let go of Kit's hand. Only your co-stars, the directors and your managers knew you were dating. And you wanted to keep it that way for now. You weren't ashamed of being with each other or anything of the sort, but you both preferred to keep your private lives... well, private. And that meant not telling the entire planet you were dating.

"Ah, Y/N, Kit, welcome," the interviewer stood up from where he had been sitting. His hair was greying and he was wearing a ridiculous blue scarf. He greeted them with a smile : "I'm Teddy. Pleasure to meet you," He extended his hand and you both shook it. "Nice to meet you," you smiled. "Pleasure," Kit spoke. You greeted the other people in the room before you sat down on two red chairs.

"So, what can you tell us about your upcoming show : Heartstopper ?" he asked. "Well, obviously we can't tell you much before it's released but it's pretty amazing. It covers a bunch of important themes like sexuality, bullying, friendships and school," you spoke with a smile. Kit nodded. "It's amazingly inclusive as well. I think it's one the few shows that has so much diversity, which makes it relatable to lots of people," the redhead added. Teddy nodded and looked down at his cards.

"And how do you like the cast ? Do you all get along well ?" he questioned. Kit nodded. "Oh yeah, we all get along great. We're all around the same age, which helps, I think. We're always joking around. It's really great." "Yeah," you continued, "I think we all found a big group of supportive friends here and it's really nice." "So there aren't any tensions ?" Teddy asked, raising an eyebrow. "Uh, no, not really, no. I mean, sometimes someone will be in a bad mood, but that's never really a problem," you shrugged. Kit nodded, licking his lips, drawing your lips to them. Wow, you wanted to kiss him. "Yeah, I think we're all old and mature enough to not do anything that could start shit," You softly hit his arm. "Kit !" you gasped, "You can't say swear words during interviews !" you chided, chuckling. He widened his eyes, scoffing. "You're telling me that !" He turned to Teddy : "I swear to God, half of the words that come out of their mouth are swear words !" You sat up straighter in your seat. "They are not !" you gasp. Kit laughed. "They are !" You crossed your arms over your chest. "Whatever, I'm not talking to you any more," you pout. Kit playfully rolled his eyes and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. "You know I'm only bantering, love," he looked down at you with those eyes. You looked up at him, feeling a sudden urge to kiss him. Hard. But you remembered the cameras and the interviewer in the room. "Whatever," you smiled.

The interviewer asked a few more questions about the show before passing onto more personal questions. "And Y/N, some rumours have been going around that you're dating your co-star Sebastian Croft. Can you confirm this ?" he asked, leaning forward in his seat. You winced and felt Kit tense up next to you. You wanted to reach out to him. But you couldn't. "Uh," you paused for a second, thinking of what to say, "I think we all like to keep our lives pretty private around here, so I'm not going to answer that question," you replied, your smile almost gone. "Are you sure ? Because you guys have been looking pretty cosy in some pictures and clips going around. Maybe -" "I don't think anyone can or should assume anything based on a few pictures or videos. And as I said before, I won't be answering any questions about my personal life." Your smile was definitely gone now. Teddy seemed to sense he had stepped into unsafe territory and smiled apologetically. "Right, I'm sorry. Let's move on to the next question, shall we ?"

You stepped out of the building after saying goodbye to Teddy and his team. You let out a breath when you reached Kit's trailer. He had been silent the entire way back. He opened the door and waited for you to step inside before following. He threw himself on the couch, letting out a big sigh. "What's up ?" you asked, removing your shoes. "Nothing," he mumbled, looking at you as you trudged over to him. "Love, you didn't say shit during the way back. You didn't even make fun of Teddy's scarf !" He chuckled. "I'm going to ask you again, what's wrong ?" you set your knees on each side of his hips and sat down, straddling his upper thighs.

He sat up a bit straighter. "It's just-" He licked his lips and ran a hand through his hair. "I'm tired of everyone thinking you're dating fucking Sebastian ! I mean, it's not his fault or yours, but it's getting really hard to keep my cool when every bloody interviewer asks my partner if they’re fucking one of my mate, y'know ?" You worried your bottom lip, eyebrows furrowing. "I'm sorry, love," You placed a comforting hand on his chest. "No, angel, you've got nothing to be sorry about, I'm just not handling it well." He sucked the inside of his cheek. You chuckled. "Are you kidding ? You're handling it better than I ever could. If anyone asked you more than once if you're dating, I dunno, Yasmin, for example, I would fucking loose it," you admitted. "You serious ?" he asked, grinning, resting his hands on your thighs. "Yeah, I mean, I'm not proud it and I'm trying to work on it, but I'm- I'm a bit possessive, you know ?"

Kit laughed, his hand trailing up your ribcage. "And here I was, worried that I was overreacting when you would've done the same !" he grinned. "I'd probably have done worse, to be honest," you mumbled, cheeks turning pink. "Oh yeah ? What would you have done ?" he asked amusedly, clearly invested. "I dunno, if you were okay with it, probably made sure the paparazzi caught us kissing about eighteen times in eighteen different places. Or maybe caught getting nasty in a jacuzzi or the back of your car, I don't know..." "Y/N !" he gasped, eyes twinkling with laughter. "You asked !" you defended yourself, covering your face with your hands. Kit gently took your hands off your face and pulled you forward until you were lying on top of him, head resting on his chest.

He kissed your forehead. "I love you," he whispered. "I love you too," you kissed his lips. "Next time anyone asks me, I'll tell them to fuck off, yeah ?" "Yeah," "Or we could always go public, you know ?" you offered quietly. "For real ?" he asked, looking down at you with wide eyes. "Yeah, I mean, what could go wrong, right ?"

[callmeana2310]

Old Friends - College!Nick Nelson x female!Reader

Part (1/?) if you like this one?

Parts : Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |

Pairing: College!Nick Nelson x female!Reader

Warnings: mentioning of alcohol, light cussing, LGBTQAI+, mentioning of break ups, NO PROOFREADING, non-native in English! (Lemme know any mistakes, especially if anything is offensive in the slightest ways!!!)

Topics: friendship, crush, old friends meet again, party, bisexuals, music, soft cute cuddly Nick Nelson

Summary: After years the reader meets Nick Nelson at a LGBTQAI+ college party. They knew each other from Truham and Higgs and (Y/N) remembers her crush on him.

Word count: 812

Note: This is for the 20+ gang who also loved Heartstopper. Nick is in his mid 20s and the reader in her early 20s!

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Old Friends - Party

Arriving at the building I started questioning why again I agreed to go to this party. “C’mon Y/N/N Drop the face! I’m sure it’ll be fun!” my friend Emily said when she saw me frown. “I just don’t get why we have to go to a party where we literally have to put a label on us. God damnit! Everyone knows you are a lesbian!”, I laugh sarcastically. “And everyone knows you are bi! So?” I groaned annoyed, “I just hate it that someone forces me to label anything! Especially my sexuality!”

I gave in when a few more of our friends joined us. Entering the party I get handed a bracelet in pink, purple and blue with huge lettering that says “BISEXUAL” for everyone clearly to see. I roll my eyes while putting it around my wrist. “I need a drink to do this!”, I state before heading for the kitchen where drinks were handed out. I grab a drink, but before I can take a proper sip I hear that the song Girls/Girls/Boys by P!ATD starts and immediately hear how my friends scream my name, coming to get me to the dance floor. This is our anthem. Our bi anthem. At that moment I forget my grudge against all the labelling at this party. We dance and scream the lyrics at the top of our lungs. After a couple of songs, I leave the dance floor looking for a quieter place when I suddenly hear a slightly familiar voice calling my name. I turned around to see Nick Nelson in front of me. All-grown up in his mid-twenties, with the same haircut, the same soft brown eyes and some stubbles on his chin. 

“Oh my God! Nick! Nick Nelson!” we both laughed and he pulled me into a long hug. “I can’t believe it is really you! I heard your friends screaming your name and then saw you dancing!” he chuckles. “It really is! It is so good to see you!” I said with a big smile. “Look at you. You were a year 9 when I saw you last before I graduated Truham! How are you doing? What are you doing here?” he said while we continued walking towards the backyard. I nod “A year 9! Yes! God! It’s been years! I’m doing fine! I study here and my friends literally dragged me to this party! What are you doing here?”. He laughs and softly shakes his head, “You study here and you don’t know the captain of the university rugby team? What a shame! That is personal...” “Shut up! That is you?! I mean I knew you were good! And I knew some “Nick” dude is the captain....but OMG!” 

We sit down on a bench, continue talking and immediately click. He was an icon back in our home town, for his rugby skills but also for his outing as one of the first non-heterosexual boys at Truham. “You know Darcy and Tara are both here too, right?”, he asked. I nod “Yes Darcy and I have some seminars together! I can’t believe they never mentioned you!” He places his right hand on his chest, above his heart, and fakes a groan “I can’t believe they would do this to me!” We both laugh at his bad acting skills. “So.. Me, Darcy, Tara, You... Did I miss anyone else from home?” I paused for a moment “...Is Charlie here too?” I asked cautiously. He shakes his head “No. He went to another university after we broke up...” “Oh... sorry to hear...” I mumble. I really was. They were a precious couple and, like I said, ICONS back home. “No worries... It’s been a while.”, he says with a soft smile. I sigh on the inside, how I missed that soft smile. 

He takes my hand, inspecting my label bracelet, softly laughing “When did that happen Miss ‘I have the biggest crush on Harry Greene’?” I sigh! “Nick! That crush on Harry was years ago! Before I understood how he treated people!” “I still can’t believe this...” I roll my eyes jokingly directing the conversation back to the bracelet “I hate those labels! But...That is actually your fault... I didn’t even know what bisexuality meant back when you came out... I mean I was a kid...but I started to research LGBTQAI+ topics and then realised” I shrug. “Sorry?” he chuckles and lets go of my hand. “Nope, I’m happy and it was easier for all of us after you guys started it all...” He looked at me, his eyes soft and a small smile on his lips before he pulls me in for another hug “I’m really happy you are here!”. My inner 16-year-old me, who had the biggest crush on him, screamed in excitement. My heart pounded in my chest and I hoped the hug would last a while.

[diagonhylie]

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The Road to the Afterlife

Platonic!Dead Boy Detectives (and Doom Patrol) X Reader

Prompt: After dying, your friends at the Dead Boy Detective Agency will do anything to get you back. This includes diving into one of the most dangerous planes of existence with their friends at the Doom Patrol by their side.

Warnings: blood, anxiety

A/N: I’m a big fan of both the Dead Boy Detectives comics and Doom Patrol so after their appearance in season 3 I knew I had to throw something together. This was inspired by both the comics and the tv show, but you don’t have to read the comics to read the fic. I do suggest watching the episode of Doom Patrol first. This mostly surrounds around everybody’s 2 favorite dead boys, but Crystal, Dorothy, and the Doom Patrol do make appearances. Let me know if you want more Dead Boy Detectives or some Doom Patrol centered fics!

It was just a normal case with your best friends Charles, Edwin, Crystal, and Dorothy until it wasn’t, but then again when is anything truly normal in your business? One minute you were bleeding out on the concrete gripping Crystal’s hand and the next minute you were hanging from a hook like meat in a horror movie. You had just woken up from what felt like hours of darkness. You had heard the stories of people seeing loved ones in the afterlife to persuade them to crossover, but you had no one. You never knew your family because you grew up bouncing from orphanage to orphanage. You were told your parents were alive, but they just couldn’t have you in their lives. The only people who were ever there for you were two dead boys running from the afterlife, a teenage medium, and a 107 year old child with real imaginary friends. There was nobody to greet you. No one to keep you company and give you any form of hope. Nobody to calm you down. You tried to take deep breaths. Your friends would surely come for you.

THIRD PERSON POV

Charles was anxiously pacing around the tree house while the rest of the group was sitting down trying to figure out their next move. They all knew what they needed to do wether they wanted to go or not.

“I’m going to get them” Charles blurted out. He stopped pacing and stood seriously in front of his friends. He tried to fake confidence.

“Don’t be rash. We need a plan” Edwin said thinking about what to do next. Dorothy and Crystal sat at a table with a couple of (Y/N)’s things trying to reach them. One of the items on the table began to glow.

“We’re running out of time, Edwin!” Charles began to get frustrated. Edwin stood up and put a hand on Charles’ shoulder.

“I know you’re worried about them believe me I am too, but we can’t just go running into the afterlife with no backup” Edwin begged his best friend. 

“Well somebody needs to figure out something and fast” Crystal added. Dorothy knew what she needed to do. She excused herself from the table to call her old friends at Doom Manor.

(Y/N)’s POV

“I’m dead…I’m literally dead…I bled out and now I’m actually really dead. What the actual fuck” You whisper aloud to yourself. You can feel the tears begin to roll down your cheeks. You try to keep your sobs quiet as to not alert the monsters above that you were awake. You had heard about Watchers and you weren’t very excited to meet one. You heard the hatch lift over your head as you were lifted off the hook and onto the platform above you. You wiggled and kicked trying to get the person to release you.

“I’m not going to hurt you” The voice promised. You looked up to find a man with kind eyes, eyes that seemed to have seen a lot. You recognized him from descriptions of the last time your friends had been to the afterlife. Underneath cuts and bruises this seemed to be the man who had helped your friends escape. He must have been tortured for helping them escape. You felt terrible. You found yourself to be staring at him until he pushed you down a corridor.

“Run!” He said with urgency. You couldn’t even say thank you before your found your feet taking you away as quickly as possible. You turned down another corridor and stood at the end of a long hallway trying to catch your breath. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. Why did you need to breathe anyway? You were dead. You thought death would stop the feeling of a racing heart and breathlessness, but it only made your anxiety worse. You felt footsteps coming towards you. You tried to hold back your sobs as you came to terms with what was happening to you. You didn’t know what would happen next. What would happen if the Watchers found you? You turned the corner to find a dead end. You had nowhere to go. Your legs gave out in fear as your slid down the wall, collapsing to the ground. The footsteps were only getting closer and closer until they stopped.

“(Y/N)?” You heard a familiar voice say softly. You looked up to see Charles, Edwin, Cliff, Vic, and Jane.

“Are they okay? They’re kinda freaking out…” Cliff asked.

“Leave this to us Tin Man” Charles said as he slowly kneeled in front of me and put a hand on my shoulder. Edwin follow closely behind him and crouched down. The others kept their distance.

“Very funny jack ass” Cliff said before Jane pushed him.

“Not the time” She whispered.

“I’m gonna go stand guard” Vic said running down the corridor.

You avoided eye contact with the boys. You were scared and embarrassed. Most of all you were still panicking. You felt like you would throw up on them if they got any closer. You were still holding back a lot of tears.

“It’s okay (Y/N) we’re going to get you out of here” Edwin began.

“But I’m de-dead” You let out a sob you didn’t realize you were still holding in and Charles brought you into his arms. He rubbed circles into your back and spoke softly. He reminded you that everything was okay and that they were there to take you home. Charles felt different in this plane of existence. He felt more solid and less cold. He felt more alive…or maybe you just felt more dead.

You apologized profusely for putting them in this danger. Edwin assured you that you had nothing to be sorry for.

“I hate to break up the reunion, but the Watchers are coming” Vic said running back to the group.

“Then let’s take those sons of bitches down! We fucked them up once we’ll do it again” Jane said before receiving a high five from Cliff.

“That is really not a good idea” Edwin chimed in as the three of you stood up. Charles stood up first giving you his hand to help yourself up. After standing you didn’t let go. You don’t think he minded as you ran for the river. As scared as you were you knew he was probably feeling worse at this moment. He would probably never get over his fear of water and who could blame him? The boat rocked back and fourth before you sat settled between the boys, your boys, your heroes. You had no idea what horrors they had been through to get to you. You were thankful. You laid your head on Edwin’s shoulder. Being the less affectionate of the two you were only a little surprised when he barley stiffened at the touch. You sighed of relief. You were going home.

When you got back to your body you were surprised to see there was little to no evidence of your mortal wound. You bolted up taking a deep breath. Dorothy, Crystal, Larry, and Rita immediately ran to your side as Cliff, Jane, and Vic returned to their bodies from astral projection and Charles and Edwin came through the mirror. You were in new clothes. This was no doubt Rita’s doing. She confessed she didn’t want you waking up in blood soaked clothes. You gave a small laugh as that had been the least of your worries.

Hours later after everyone had left, you sat alone in the tree house with Charles. Dorothy had gone back to Doom Manor to visit for a couple days and Crystal was trying to show Edwin how to play her favorite video game, Yonda, for the fifth time this week.

“Thank you for coming. I know how much you guys risked to come save me” You thanked Charles.

“It was nothing” He tried to down play it.

“Do you ever think about getting back into your bodies?” You asked.

“We’ve been dead for too long. Edwin’s remains are lost and my body has been decomposing in a plot at St. Hilarion’s for decades” He explained. You felt bad for asking. You got quiet.

“It’s okay though. Being a ghost has its perks” He smiled.

“Like what?” You asked.

“Like this!” He laughed as he lifted you up and floated out the door and to the roof of the tree house. You laughed along with him.

“Don’t drop me!” You begged.

“I won’t drop you!” He promised. The two of you sat on the roof and were later joined by Edwin and Crystal for some star gazing. You saw a shooting star.

“What are you going to wish for?” Crystal asks you.

“I already have everything I’ve ever wanted and more” You respond as you lay with your best friends, your family.

[wimmipimmi]

I'm going to try to write fanfiction (mainly insert reader) again after years of not doing it, because there's some new fandoms I've gotten into and I want to write content for it.

Not sure if I'll actually do it, but I thought I'd set up this account to see how it goes!

Masterlist

Who I'd like to write:

Star Wars - Cal Kestis

Criminal Minds - Spencer Reid

Detroit: Become Human - Connor RK800

PS4 Marvel's Spider-Man - Peter Parker

Tomb Raider - Lara Croft

The Last of Us - Abby Anderson

The Witcher - Geralt of Rivia

Arcane - Viktor

Defenders Saga - Matt Murdock

The Uncharted Series - Samuel Drake

Stranger Things - Eddie Munson

COD: Modern Warfare ll - Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Alice in Borderland - Chishiya Shuntarō

Harry Potter - Tom Riddle & Mattheo Riddle

Hogwarts Legacy - Sebastian Sallow

Ace Attorney - Miles Edgeworth, Kazuma Asōgi & Simon Blackquill

Bungō Stray Dogs - Dazai Osamu & Ranpo Edogawa

Some basic rules:

- I am NOT a minor, so I'd prefer this account to be 16+.

- I will not write smut.

- This account is a safe place for anyone in any community.

- If I am incorrect about something, please KINDLY let me know.

Thanks :)

If you'd like, you can suggest me ideas for one-shots, etc., and I'll see what I can do! :)

In the mean time, I'm just going to be supporting other writers, because they deserve it!!

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Master List- 2

RULES - FANDOMS  

It feels all right - Sebastian Stan x Male Reader 

New roles - Sebastian Stan x Male Reader  

This road with you - Sebastian Stan x Male Reader 

This is our second chance - Sebastian Stan x Male Reader

Let’s not waste time - Poison Ivy x Male Reader x Barbara Gordon  

Night song - Hank Hall x Male Reader 

Are you close? - Liam Dunbar x Male Reader  

Corner of hearts - Theseus Scamander x Male Reader 

The stars will be linked together - Chris Evans x Reader 

Request; Coldflash x son reader? - Headcanons for him taking after snart?

Snowstorm - Steve Rogers x Male Reader   

Heart Scribble - Steve Rogers x Sam Arias

Heart Scribble - Steve Rogers x Sam Arias part 2

This night - Harley Quinn x Female Reader G!P

You really made a video? - Female Reader x Harley Quinn x Catwoman, x G!P Poison Ivy  

Request- Headcanons for being Aladdin son 

 Timeless candles - Descendants x Male Reader 

Dating Jim Halpert  Headcanon:

Cut the static - Dick Grayson x Male Reader x Jason Todd

Avoid the midnight run - Female!Student!Reader x Warren/Angel 

Batman is a myth - Oliver Queen x Male Reader 

Glad you are back - Oliver Queen x Male Reader x Barry Allen

Lake whisper - Barry Allen x Male Reader 

Time won’t change my feelings for you - Barry Allen x Male Reader

I’m not vanilla - Barry Allen x Male Reader

Different earths same parents - Leonard Snart x Barry Allen x Male Reader  Son

Stay - Wendy Carr x Female Reader

Partners in motion - Clark Kent x Male Reader x Bruce Wayne

Gravity - Bruce Wayne x Male Reader

Beans on pizza - Male Reader x Avengers Cast

Save water - Clark Kent x Male Reader

It’s over, we are your new rulers - Kara Danvers/Over girl x Male Reader

Falling Skyward - Lara Croft x reader

Seven-thirty? - Holden Ford x Female Reader

What will happen next, between us - Josie Saltzman x Male Reader

Calendar days - Simon Spier x Male Reader

Taking the next step - Tommaso Ciampa x Male Reader

I don’t know if I can - Hulk x Male Reader

Give me a second chance? - Catwoman x Male Reader x Batgirl 

The only Indigo - Nia Nal G!P x Male Reader x Kara Danvers

All the lights followed - Gwen Stacy x Male Reader

[diagonhylie]

BABBLING POTIONS 🦉 PART TWO | SEBASTIAN SALLOW AI AUDIO

Here is the second part to my series Hogwarts Legacy Rise Of The Ashes!

See what they are up to in Potions class with Professor Morgana as I introduce a new character to my series, Ollie Cabbot! 🦉🍺

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[diagonhylie]

🧳🦉 HOGWARTS LEGACY RISE OF THE ASHES | SEBASTIAN SALLOW AI AUDIO PART ONE 🧳🦉 📜

Welcome, you’ve been accepted!

Welcome to an enchanting journey into the magical world of Hogwarts Legacy! Immerse yourself in the captivating storytelling crafted by DiagonHylie, where every twist and turn is as unpredictable as a spell gone awry. Join me as we delve into the depths of Hogwarts, encountering a familiar face like Sebastian Sallow, alongside a host of new characters waiting to steal your heart.

AI-generated voice storytelling based on a new set of characters and stories created by yours truly! 🧳🦉🍺

All my stories are based off my own personal fanfiction novel I started (but never released). I just decided that it would be fun to create an immersive way to share each chapter on YouTube with you all weekly, enjoy! 🦉

CHARACTERS TO FALL IN LOVE WITH: 🦉🍺

📜 SEE WHAT THE CHARACTERS LOOK LIKE:  DiagonHylie  

STUDENTS:

Emilea Endorith - (5th Year)

Sebastian Sallow II - (5th Year)

Thomas Sallow - (7th Year)

Jacinda Wulfric - (5th Year)

Ollie Cabbot - (5th Year)

Vivianne Weasley - (5th Year)

HOGWARTS FACULTY:

Minerva McGonagall - Headmistress

Hagrid - Care Of Magical Creatures & Ground Keeper

Arden Pondwell - Dark Arts Professor

Neville Longbottom- Herbology Professor

🦉RESPECTFULLY🦉: Do NOT use any of my audio OR story ideas without permission directly from me, thank you! (:

📜 CREDITS 📜

𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘: ► 𝐵𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛: My own fanfic novel started called Hogwarts Legacy Rise Of The Ashes

🦉🍺📜DISCLAIMER: J.K. Rowling owns ALL of Harry Potter, and I do not claim to own any ideas or storylines within her own writing, nor the music associated with the Harry Potter films.

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