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blueraineshadows · 1 year ago

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Heart Song

Leander Prewett x F!MC

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In honour of Joshua Shea, who is Leander Prewett's voice actor, who has a lovely singing voice.

Listen here for Joshua's voice (YouTube video)

The halls and corridors of Hogwarts were quiet this late in the evenings, but MC was no stranger to wandering about the castle at this time, or even later as she had been known to do. She found it rather peaceful to tell the truth, without all the bustle and noise of all the students around her.

MC wasn't fond of crowds, or too much noise. She didn't mind lingering in quiet corners, keeping to the shadows and slipping about relatively unseen. She had been under the spotlight too much after the events of 5th year, and it had been overwhelming to put it mildly.

Now, at the start of her 7th year, MC was more settled in her routine of classes, and she had a few good friends around her that she was rather fond of.

Her studies came first, always, her thirst to absorb as much as she could in the relatively short time she had been given at Hogwarts still as rampant as ever. But, she could always make time for her music.

Music was everything. It was a part of her soul, it was her escape and her rescue, without it, she would be lost. To sit at the piano, her hands could do the talking, drawing such emotion from something as simple as ivory keys and metal wire.

Today had been a busy one, classes and assignments, and she had done a couple of hours in the library with Sebastian to top it all off. Hours spent researching for Anne's cure had formed a habit for them both, while the cure was no longer an issue, they still found solace in research together. Sometimes sitting for quite a while, each with their noses in a book, quite content in the other's company. It was an easy thing to say that Sebastian was her best friend at Hogwarts.

Despite the tiredness that nagged at her eyes, MC could not return to her common room without first making a stop at the music room. She had neglected her music today, and that would not do. She was looking forward to losing herself in a melody, everything else fading out into the background.

As she reached the top of the stone staircase in the Bell Tower and walked the landing towards the music room, she heard the sound of the piano being played. She paused in her step. While not unusual to hear music coming from this room, this particular time made her stop and listen. It was a piece of music she recognised, a classic, but it was played astoundingly well.

It pulled at her, deeply, and she moved towards the door carefully, not wanting to interrupt the player from such beautiful work. As she placed her hand against the wood of the door to push, a voice began to sing. It was a man, and the sound of his voice sent an involuntary shiver down her spine. The hair on her arms stood on end and her heart pounded as she opened the door just enough to slip inside. Curiosity had got the better of her.

The volume of music and voice swelled as she entered the room, and she closed the door carefully behind her. A few soft footsteps put her sight in line with the piano. Her eyes widened and a bolt of shock speared through her when she saw who was seated at the instrument.

It was Leander Prewett.

MC stared, her mouth agape as his long fingered hands danced across the keys, making that piano his own, delicate and heart breaking. The music soared and with it, his voice, she almost felt the prick of tears at the emotion playing out across his face as his voice conveyed the haunting lyrics, moulding them effortlessly with the music he conjured with his hands.

In the two years she had been at Hogwarts, she had never seen Leander at a piano, neither had she heard him sing. She was floored.

Leander Prewett was a studious, smart chap, prone to a bit of bragging and bluster, but always immaculately well presented and polite. He had an unfortunate tendency to bicker with Sebastian on occasion that was irritating to get caught in the middle of. MC either ignored it, or stepped in along with their other friends whenever it got a little too heated.

Never had she put him down as musical, and so wonderfully talented as well. It truly was a delight to witness, and had she seen herself, she would have bore witness to the smile that curved her lips, the softened look in her eyes.

The music came to an end, and Leander stopped singing, slowly removing his hands from the keys and placing them in his lap. His head remained bowed as though savouring those last few notes. MC didn't dare take a breath lest she break the silence of the room. It was a credit to the power of his performance. She could feel it in the air.

"So, will I do?" He asked.

MC's eyes widened. Leander looked up at her, a half smile on his face, but there was no mockery in his gaze, just honest amusement.

"I'm sorry," MC said, awkwardly. Her cheeks flamed with embarrassment. She felt like she had imposed on something personal. "I didn't mean to intrude."

"Not at all," he said. He gave her a closer look. "Are you alright? You look a little flushed."

"I...I'm fine," she said. She took a breath. "Leander, that was...just beautiful!"

"Oh, well, thank you," he said. He didn't puff up his chest or smile with pride. He blushed, his cheeks turning pink under his freckles. "I don't come here very often, and when I do there isn't usually anyone else around."

"Then I consider myself very fortunate to stumble across you this evening." She meant it.

He looked at her, curiously. "I know you play too, I have heard you a few times. You're rather good yourself."

Now she was blushing under such praise. He seemed genuine enough and she found herself moving closer towards him. "Do you usually play the classics?"

He nodded. "Although, I'm not against the odd jaunty tune. There is a pub local to my home that has a piano, and I have been known to bash out the odd song."

She smiled at the image. "Do you sing these jaunty tunes as well?"

"It's been known to happen," he chuckled.

He looked up at her again, their eyes meeting for a moment. It felt different somehow, now that she had seen him so open like that. It almost flustered her to gaze into those pale brown eyes. She had never really paid much attention to them before, but they were actually rather striking.

She wasn't usually one to share her music, she guarded it possessively, but she was moved by him. So much so, that the words were out of her mouth before she could think twice.

"Would you like to duet?"

He looked taken aback, staring up at her. "Really?"

She nodded. "If I play, would you sing?"

He looked down at the piano, thinking, and then he was nodding and getting up from the stool, gesturing for her to take a seat. Standing this close to him, she realised how tall he was, her nose on a level with his collar. "She's all yours," he said. "What would you like to play?"

"Do you know 'Minstrels Sonnet'?" She asked.

He smiled. "I do."

Excitement bloomed in her chest. It was one of her favourites, but her voice wasn't quite the right pitch for the vocal. His, however, would be perfect. She rested her hands upon the keys, her back straight, and she closed her eyes, focusing. Then she began to play.

As always, the music flowed through her and she became one with the melody. Usually shy about anyone listening, she found she didn't mind Leander standing beside the piano. And then, he began to sing.

The song took on a whole new meaning for her that evening. Those few minutes that she played with Leander did something to her that she would never forget. They just seemed to slip into a rhythm, blending together effortlessly, and his voice carried the song perfectly, just as she had suspected.

When the song was over, she sat there stunned, her eyes slowly lifting to meet his, their gazes locking in the silence that followed, the echo of the song hanging in the air between them.

Leander smiled. It was a beautiful smile and it touched MC deeply. He was a kindred spirit, hidden in plain sight this whole time, he understood the power and magic that only music could conjure. It wasn't like their spells, or her gift of Ancient Magic. Music was something else, and it meant something when you met someone who shared that passion.

....*....

Leander was in a black mood. His day had not been going well, and he was tired. He had not been able to sleep last night, his mind buzzing with what had happened in the music room.

That particular experience was mind blowing, just utterly amazing, and he doubted he would ever forget what it had been like to sing for her. But, the way she had looked at him afterwards, now that had been a moment. It had made him feel valid, seen, and his heart had melted completely.

MC was beautiful. There was no other way to put it. As soon as she had walked into the Great Hall, late and already surrounded by mystery, he had noticed her, appreciated her from afar.

But, he was awkward, and prone to putting his foot in his mouth, and he cringed at how idiotic he had sounded to his own ears the first chance he'd had to spend time with her alone. She had been gracious, however, even playing a few games of Summoners Court with him now and again.

Any hope of being able to know her better had dwindled when she had formed a friendship with Sebastian Sallow. They had become inseperable very quickly, it was rare to see one without the other. By all accounts, they were just friends. But anyone wanting to get close to her, would have to get past Sallow first.

Sallow was the reason for his black mood today. A simple practise session in the Clock Tower for Crossed Wands had descended into another spat between them. This time over the bending of the rules of combat that Sallow claimed were loopholes, his cunning knew no limit and it got Leander's back up.

Fuming at being made the butt of Sallow's amusement yet again, Leander took the stairs two at a time, his long legs pumping effortlessly as he made his way to the music room. Playing last night had opened a flood gate, and he felt the desire to play more.

Maybe she would be here too.

Leander winced, a flush of guilt washing over him.

Elizabeth.

They had been on a few dates, she was his partner in Crossed Wands, and she was pretty, clever, and she had tried to console him just now as he stormed out of the Clock Tower. But her cool hands and worried eyes were not comforting. They only tightened the band of guilt that was squeezing his chest.

She was not MC.

Gods, he was the worst kind of boyfriend. It was shameful. He didn't wish to hurt Elizabeth, she didn't deserve it, but all Leander could do was push down the burning feeling he got whenever he thought about MC, just like he had been doing ever since he met her, and try to forget about it.

Girls like MC did not date boys like him. They dated chaps like Garreth, or Sebastian, or even Ominis with his ethereal good looks and family name. Leander did not place himself in the same league as them, and couldn't imagine that MC would either.

When he arrived at the music room, Amit was there cleaning his violin. He looked up and gave Leander a nod in greeting. "Hello, a bit early for you isn't it, Leander? I thought you were more of a night performer."

"Hmm," Leander muttered, distractedly. He eyed the piano. "I just felt the urge."

Amit gestured towards the piano. "Be my guest."

Leander sat at the piano. What to play? Something dark and brooding perhaps, or maybe something tragic, like unrequited love. A song came to mind, and it favoured the latter. He began to play.

He forgot Amit was there, and his thoughts tumbled around MC, the music projecting the conflicting emotions swirling over and through him. Last night had been wonderful, but it was also a torment.

He realised he wanted more of it. Much more.

....*....

Walking into charms class, MC saw Leander sitting with Elizabeth Tate, his Crossed Wands partner. Her gaze lingered on him as she made her way to her seat next to Natsai. Much like her thoughts, she was drawn to him. She could not stop thinking about the other night in the music room.

As the lesson progressed, her eyes kept returning to Leander, noting the way he held his quill, the furrow of concentration on his brow, simple things really. She had seen him countless times, shared many classes with him, but she hadn't really seen him.

Now he was all she could see.

"How are things with you?" Natty asked. "You seem a bit distracted today, my friend. I hope everything is alright."

"I'm fine," MC said. She frowned as Elizabeth put her hand on Leander's arm and kept it there for longer than was appropriate for a classmate. She leant closer towards Natty to whisper. "Are Leander and Elizabeth a couple?"

Natty's eyes flicked over towards the pair and she nodded. "Yes, I believe they are," she said. "It's not surprising is it? They have been duelling partners for a while now, and I think her parents know his parents, but I can't be sure on that."

MC nodded and bent her head down to her parchment. Leander had caught her looking his way again, that was twice now, and her cheeks grew warm. She endeavoured to keep her gaze on her notes from now on, it would not do to stare at boys across the classroom, especially when their girlfriends were sitting next to them.

But, she could not help it. That surprising connection she had felt in the music room just would not go away, and it had opened up a curious thing within her - the desire to duet with him again. This was a new thing for her. Her music was her solace, and yet, she needed to feel that again, that moment with him.

....*....

Professor Florence stood in front of the students she had gathered together in the music room, her hands clasped and her eyes hopeful. They were all processing the idea of a concert, something the professor had been hoping to put together for a while now. The students she had gathered were all exceptional performers, but it was getting them to all play together that was the trick, working together to provide an evening of entertainment for the whole school.

MC stood there, her hands clasped nervously. Her shyness over crowds and performing for people pressed down on her, but a small part of her heart beat in excitement. Her eyes wandered over everyone gathered, and she tried to imagine what sort of musical spectacle they would present.

It intrigued her, and this was surprising. Was she seriously considering this? The idea made her heart pound.

"Are you going to sign up, MC?" Amit asked. He was seated beside her, his eyes lit with excitement. "I think this is a wonderful idea."

"It's a great idea," MC agreed. "Although, I'm not sure if I have the time for it."

"We are all busy, but music is always worth finding the time for," Amit said. "I'm going to sign up. Seeing as it's our last year here, I think it would be a lovely way to end my time here at Hogwarts, and a great memory to look back on."

"Maybe," she said, thoughtfully. Her hands twisted in her lap. Her palms felt sweaty.

"Think about it, MC," Amit said. His eyes and smile were soft, kind. "I think you should do it, but of course, it's up to you."

Those who wished to take part needed to sign up by the end of the week, and she watched as Amit moved from beside her to add his name to the parchment that Professor Florence had pinned to the wall. Leander moved to stand with him, and MC watched as they chatted.

Would Leander sign up? Oh, she hoped he did. His was a talent not to be hidden from the world.

After some urging from Amit, Leander sighed and added his name to the list. MC released a breath she hadn't realised she had been holding. Then Leander's gaze met hers. He gave her a small smile and then wandered off with Amit.

MC twisted her fingers together, anxiety and nervousness fluttering in her chest. She stared at the list, chewing on her lower lip, and then sighed. She couldn't do it. Maybe she needed to think about it, she didn't know. She had never performed publicly to a large audience before, and the idea was overwhelming.

Lowering her gaze, she quickly left the music room, the excited chatter suddenly all too much.

....*....

Friday night saw MC and her friends in the Three Broomsticks, the butterbeers were going down nicely, all of them unwinding after a long week of classes.

MC stood at the bar waiting for her drink to arrive, it was rather busy, and she felt the press of someone squeezing into the gap beside her. Leander gave her a quick smile and she blushed, apparently the new normal around him lately, and it was rather distracting. His scent surrounded her, and she was too aware of his arm close to hers, the warm press of it making her a little flustered.

As the bar tender arrived with her drink, Leander immediately offered to pay.

"Oh, no, you don't have to do that," she said. But, it was too late, he dropped the coins into the bar tenders palm, and ordered his own beer at the same time.

"It's no bother," he said. He gave her nudge with his elbow and leant down nearer her ear. "Call it a bribe."

Her eyebrows lifted. "A bribe? Whatever for?"

"I noticed you haven't put your name down for the concert yet." He gave her a meaningful look. "You only have until Sunday to do it, and it would be a crime to not have you perform with us."

She swallowed down the butterflies erupting inside of her. She gripped the handle of her beer mug. "Oh, I don't know about that, I'm not much of a performer," she hedged. She gave him a curious look. "What made you sign up?"

He shrugged. "Thought it might be fun. Come on, you should do it. It's your last year, make the most of it."

"That's pretty much what Amit said, too," she grimaced.

"See? Do it, it will be great," he urged.

MC looked up at his keen smile and almost felt herself wavering. "I...I will think about it."

He sighed. "Well, don't take too long. Rehearsals start next week."

When MC rejoined the table, Sebastian leant towards her. "What were you and Prewett talking about, hmm?"

Why was she blushing again? She took a sip of her drink and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "The concert Professor Florence is putting on," MC said.

Sebastian quirked a brow. "Are you taking part?"

"Oh, you really should, MC," Ominis chimed in, his smile fond. "You play piano beautifully."

"Leander is in, aren't you mate?" Garreth said, clapping Leander on the shoulder as he rejoined the table. Leander nodded, and smiled at Elizabeth as she took hold of his hand, her face adoring as she leant in towards him.

"Really?" Sebastian looked surprised. "You're going to give us all a little tune, are you Prewett? Now this I have got to see."

"I'm looking forward to it," Amit said. "There is a lot of talent putting their names down." He gave MC a pointed look and she shifted in her seat.

"Even you, Prewett," Sebastian said smirking. "I hope you perform better than you duel."

Leander frowned and Elizabeth glared daggers at Sebastian. MC put her drink down and gave Sebastian a look of her own. "Stop teasing him, Seb," she scolded. "For your information, he is rather good. I think he will be brilliant."

Sebastian stared at her. "Is that so? Spend a lot of time listening to him play his little songs, do you?"

MC blushed again, her eyes glancing towards Leander. She caught the tight little look that Elizabeth gave him and ducked her eyes downwards. "I've heard him play and sing, yes," she said. "What's so bad about that? You've heard me."

"But you are good," Sebastian said. He smirked towards Leander again. "Prewett's talents, however, remain to be seen."

"And what would you know, Sallow?" Leander frowned.

"Prove it to him, Lee," Garreth urged. He pointed across to where an upright piano stood in the corner of the pub. "Play us something, call it practise for the real thing."

Sebastian chuckled. "This could be fun."

MC's mouth tightened. Their stupid little digging towards each other was annoying at the best of times, but this one she was taking personally. Music was not a joke to her, and she knew how talented Leander was, how much guts it took to get up and perform it in front of others.

She was already on edge trying to battle her own nervous demons, because as much as she would love to perform, those nerves would swamp her and she was terrified of making a fool of herself. For some reason, Sebastian's attack on Leander, felt like an attack on her and it got her back up.

"For Merlin's sake, leave him alone," she snapped.

The table went quiet. MC glanced around at them all, her cheeks burning. Sebastian looked at her, a crease in his brow. "Alright," he said, slowly. "Since when did you become Prewett's little guard dog?"

Since he had stirred her soul with his music and voice. She met Leander's eyes. He looked as puzzled as Sebastian did. She wasn't even sure herself why she had snapped so hard, and Elizabeth was looking rather put out. Her pulse raced.

Garreth was right. The proof was in the music.

Maybe it was the beers, maybe it was some deep rooted passion for music, maybe she was losing her mind, but she stood up. The enticement of performing music with Leander was just too strong. After days of obsessing over the last time, she needed more.

"Come on, Leander," she said, her firm voice hiding the sudden burst of jangling nerves in her gut. "We will show them. Let's play."

MC strode away from the table, leaving a low rumble of mutters behind her as she headed for the piano. Garreth made a loud whooping noise and clapped his hands. "Yes, come on," he called out.

She heard the scrape of Leander's chair as she opened the lid of the piano, exposing the yellowed keys. She tested a few of them and nodded. It wasn't perfect, but it was in tune enough to be serviceable.

Her heart thudded and she took a deep breath. She could not believe she was doing this.

....*....

Leander could feel Elizabeth's eyes burning into the side of his face. They had argued this afternoon about MC. Elizabeth claimed that MC had been staring at him far too much the last few days, and she did not like it.

This little outburst at the table had not helped his case of insisting that there was nothing going on between them. There wasn't anything going on. That was the thing.

Okay, so maybe he had caught MC's eye more often than ever before a few times this week. And, maybe he was guilty of hanging around the music room a lot more than usual, his eyes checking the list to see if MC had signed up for the concert.

But, there was nothing going on other than that.

The way MC had snapped so bitterly at Sebastian had widened a few eyes, that was for certain. And the look she had just given him was so intense it made his mouth go dry.

Now, she was standing up and suggesting they make good on Garreth's suggestion. His heart picked up the pace as she walked across to the piano. Garreth gave him a wink and a nod, Elizabeth looked like she was about to thump him, and Sebastian was watching everything through narrowed eyes.

Leander pushed back his chair and stood, he flexed his fingers and followed MC.

"Are you sure about this?" He asked her.

When she looked at him he saw the glimmer of her nerves in her pretty eyes, but she fixed a smile on her face and nodded. "If I can't do this, then the concert is a definite no," she said. "Only one way to find out."

He could have hugged her right then. He gave her an encouraging smile instead. "Then let's do this. What are we playing?"

She suggested a fast paced piano duet and he nodded. He sat on the bench beside her, their bodies so very close, the soft press of her thigh warm against his. He took a breath and readied his hands, they exchanged a look and with a nod, they were away.

They had never played tandem before together, and to start with they did make a few mistakes, but at the adorable sound of a giggle bursting from her lips, he found himself grinning with her, and they continued to play, getting faster and faster.

People were beginning to gather and listen, clapping their hands along to the bouncy music. Leander's heart was racing, pub music was something he was used to back home, but this was different. Playing it with her was different.

His hand swiftly ducked under her arm to play in a higher key, he felt the soft brush of her arm, her breath against his cheek as she laughed. Warmth was spreading through him, and on they played.

When they finished they looked at each other, flushed and laughing as thunderous applause sounded throughout the pub.

"More!" Garreth shouted. Leander glanced over his shoulder to see him standing on his chair, clapping madly.

Elizabeth had her arms folded, and he felt his high spirits slip a little. He was going to get an earful for this. His gaze moved to Sebastian, who had a reluctant look of appreciation on his face.

"Another?" MC asked.

He smiled at her. "Another? Where are those nerves now, hmm?"

She gave him a sheepish smile. "Are you brave enough to sing?"

For her, yes. In a heartbeat. He nodded and suggested a song. She twisted her mouth a little. "I would need sheet music for that, how about this one?"

She tinkled out a tune across the keys and he smiled. He knew it. At his nod, she began to play. He didn't get up from his seat. He stayed right next to her, watching her hands grace the keys and conjure the music with those delicate fingers.

The pub fell quiet, people stopping their chatter to listen as he began to sing. Once again, they just seemed to entwine together, pulling the emotion out of the song and projected it outwards into the air around them.

He almost faltered, his breath evaporating when MC opened her mouth and began to sing the harmony along with him. He recovered his shock, his eyes flying to meet hers as she gave him a swift, shy smile. Once their eyes met, he couldn't break away. They sang together, her hands playing away on their own, and he forgot that there was anyone else in the crowded room.

When the song ended, they continued to stare at each other. He thought perhaps it was the longest eye contact he had maintained in his whole life. The room was erupting around them with cheers and applause, but in that moment, there was only her, and his heart was still singing.

A small tear escaped her eye and without thinking, he swiftly swiped it away with his thumb. The touch of it burning his skin. He pulled away again just as quick. But he saw the widening of her gaze and the way her lips parted softly.

And then Garreth was there slapping him on the back excitedly, his other hand patting MC on the shoulder as he cried out his praises. MC stood, and Sebastian was there, yanking her into his arms for a tight hug. When he pulled back to look at her he grinned. "If you don't put your name down for that concert, then I bloody well will. You were brilliant!"

MC flushed a lovely pink and she gestured towards Leander. "I did have some help."

Sebastian looked his way and gave him a stiff nod. "Not bad, Prewett, I'll give you that."

What the fuck was happening?!

A firm hand clamped on his arm and he looked up at Elizabeth. He swallowed. She did not look amused. His high deflating a little, he stood. Elizabeth was tugging him closer and then she kissed him firmly on the mouth, her arms snaking up to hug him as if to claim him as hers.

Leander held her, but he couldn't help but look over her shoulder towards MC.

MC met his gaze, her smile soft.

He hoped with all his heart that she would put her name down for that concert. He just had to perform with her again. She had to feel it too, surely, the lure of it was so strong he knew was going to be in for another sleepless night.

To be continued... Part Two

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borhapstyles · 8 years ago

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Dance With Me

I’M ALIVE! I promise. But I know, I’ve been gone for aaages, and there’s no excuse for me other than the worst writer’s block. Again, I’m sorry. I can’t promise that I’ll post every week like I used to, but I can say that I’m still on here, even when I’m not writing :) Hope you enjoy! x

Word Count: 1,775 (A lot shorter than my usual, I’m sorry.)

This is Dunkirk!Harry and inspired by this imagine. (Yes I read Bucky stories, don’t judge me. Sebastian is beautiful.) Feedback is greatly appreciated.

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“Dance with me.” You utter, fingertips lacing with his. A breath escapes his lips as you tug him into the empty space of your living room, running small circles into the back of his hand.

The music plays further as your bodies connect like puzzle pieces. Your chest presses to his and you sigh, resting your head against his collarbones. You gently lay kisses onto the area as he squeezes your hands softly. Inhaling his scent, you lift your head and meet with his eyes. They pierce your own but remain sweet and full of admiration.

The record player is a few meters away from you, belting out the song though you can’t help but sing along.

“And with this feeling I’ll forget, I’m in love now.”

The words drip out with passion and Harry leans in to close the gap.

Slow dancing together is something the two of you always do before the two of you must separate for a period of time. It is a way of embracing each other without it taking too much time or falling asleep, as cuddling may do. For him, it made him feel much safer, as if during the dance, a bubble of your love would encircle him whilst on the field. For you, dancing is one of the romantic gestures the two of you can engage in to stabilize yourselves as a couple.

Your lips break apart, in need of air. You take the moment to admire his attire. He stands with his uniform on, ready to be shipped off to France, hair tousled from the morning’s shower.

Your lips curl into a smile, his own following suit. Though it soon fades as you rest your head back on his chest, knowing that it would be a while before you saw his smile in person. It would be a while before you heard his laugh, inhaled his personalized scent (which somehow always lingered on his pillow and old shirts, regardless of how many times you’ve used it yourself or washed it). It would be a while before you felt his touch, the supple scrape of his fingertips against your jaw or bare waist.

You’d miss his wit. Even if it was the cheesiest line in the world, Harry always had a pun or punchline ready, to which most of the time you’d chortle and nudge his side. His sarcasm would often get the best of you and he would end up making another comment on how cute you are when you’re angry.

You’d miss his warmth. Despite having a heater, mornings were always a bit colder without him. Soon you’d be going back to forcing yourself out of bed and into the day, which was at most times cool and with a bit, sans Harry.

But most of all, you’d miss his kindness. The world can be cruel and uninviting, leaving you in the worst possible mood as soon as you got home. On some days, you just wished you could shut the world out and cradle yourself with a whimper. Other times, you wanted to explode without any regard. Those were the days that Harry would begin to whisper, sometimes drawing you a bath or standing in the living room, record player ready with your favourite song as the stand-cuddle would ease your pain. When the rest of the world was terrible, Harry was there to lighten your heart. When you felt as though you couldn’t do it anymore, Harry was there to assuage your restless mind and shoot down your fears.

It had been rather difficult lately, it always was before his departure. Neither of you would mention it, but an air of heartache and desolation would always fill the house. Though this time was especially different and both of you knew it completely.

“I’ll be able to call and send letters once a week.” He mutters, noticing your tense stature.

“Please write neatly.” You retort, laughter booming through both your chests. Harry had a tendency to write sloppily on certain occasions, causing you to buy cookies instead of sweet corn when not being able to read his handwriting on the shopping list.

“Your mum’s just bought me a new stationary set, so you can expect some from me as well.” You murmur knowing how often you both go through paper.

“That was nice of her.” He says and you nod, holding onto him just a bit tighter.

Tears begin to brim at the corners of your eyes as you think of the next several months without him.

Harry doesn’t really want to leave either. Worried filled his heart as he thought of how long he’d have to be without you. Neither of you knew if you’d survive without each other.

You’re the love of his life, and when it felt as though everything was crumbling beside him, your smile would remind him of how wonderful life is. You’d kiss his cheeks and speak sweet nothings, caress his skin and tell him stories that he himself as a raconteur could not conjure up. He’d miss the glint of wonder in your eyes the most. You tend to look at him with pure adoration and it would always be just what he needed to bring him back down.

Harry rests his head atop yours and breathes out in attempt to calm his anxieties. Your last dance together before he goes off.

“When you get back, H,” You whisper. “we should have dinner at the new restaurant down the road. It should be finished with construction by then.” He nods.

“And listen to that new record.” He adds, knowing full-well that by the time he returns, the record will have been months old and new ones will have already been produced.

“It’ll be nice.”

Your grip does not waver around him despite the song drawing to a close.The two of you stand motionless, clutching each other as if it’s the last thing you’ll ever hold. Harry’s heartbeat picks up just a bit as he checks the time. He’d have to leave in a couple minutes.

You lift your head and stare into the green eyes you find solace in.

“I’ll be back soon, I promise.” Harry utters, though he himself is unsure.

He tugs himself back and reaches into his coat pocket, handing you a sealed envelope with your name on it.

“I kept it from you because I knew you’d peek at it if I didn’t.” You chuckle, running a hand across the black ink. “Read it when I’ve gone.”

This time you start the kiss as your lips mold together. The kiss is full of love and affection, though it is also one of appreciation.

Harry pulls away with a throb in his heart, your last kiss with each other. Your eyes are glassy and he smiles, thumbs brushing underneath them to wipe the water away. Your fingertips run across the pins of his uniform, admiring his bravery and sacrifice.

“I have to go, Y/N.” He whispers. You flutter your eyelashes and press one more chaste kiss before adjusting his hat. You always loved him in his uniform and he always loved your butterfly kisses.

“Je t’aime.”

“I love you too, Harry.”

Harry had been gone for a few days now and you know he’s already made it to France. The thought of it made your lips twitch for a moment, he had always wanted to better his French.

His written letter sits across the room. You glance at it every now and then, having waited for the right moment to open it. The black tea beside you is now cold and you bask in the night silence.

On your feet, you make your way over to the area where the letter sits. The envelope is cool as it grazes your fingertips. You sit by the window to read.

“Dear Y/N,

I hope by the time you’ve read this, I’m already off. I didn’t want you reading this while I was there because I know how you’d react: You’d probably laugh and hit my chest, calling me a cheeky arse then we’d kiss.

I know it’s been a bit difficult lately and me having to leave did not help. But you’re so lovely and so incredibly strong. If anyone’s a real soldier, it’s you.

You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known and I’d be lying to myself if I hadn’t said I was lucky to have you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Angel, please don’t forget it.

We’ll get through this damn war, I promise you. I’ll be back there before you know it, love.

Now go check underneath the coat closet, behind my old boots.

Tu me manques, H. x”

Your brows furrow at the letter, noting its length and it’s ending. Harry would not write less than a page or two on average, but this was only half of one. Nevertheless, you stride off to the mentioned closet, still holding the paper.

You had used the coat closet many times before but never really bothered with the bottom. The floors only hold Harry’s first pair of combat boots (which had literally gone through hell and back) and some of your worn out heels.

Though this time, there’s an object other than shoes at the bottom. It hides to the side of Harry’s shoes and is encased in a thin package.

You slide it out and gasp to find a record hidden inside its sleeve. Carefully slipping it into your fingers, you come across a note with Harry’s handwriting on it.

“Darling,

I don’t know if you remember Liam Payne, but he owns a recording studio on Abbey Road and invited me, so I went when you were out with Gem. He said I could become famous if I wanted to. Haha, imagine that.

Anyways, this is a song I worked on with Louis from across the street. I thought of you when writing it, and imagined you when recording it. Listen to it when you miss me, please. It’ll make me feel better knowing that you’ve got a piece of me, and it’ll make you feel better knowing that I’m always there.

I love you more than you know, Y/N. Maybe we can dance to this when I get back.

-H. x”

Popping the record on, you sit by the light and sniffle, clutching Harry’s notes closer to your chest.

A piano begins the song and you shut your eyes, imagining yourself in the center of the room with Harry, swaying along to the music.

“If I could fly, I’d be coming right back home to you…”

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Tu me manques = I miss you (French)

Je t’aime = I love you (French)

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pressureplus · 2 months ago

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Not sure if you have done it or if anyone have already requested it.. but I do like to see a headcanons (NSFW?) on the ovipositor of Sebastian. Like if reader finally agrees to let him pregnant them with his eggs. Kinda stuff like how would it feel like during/after breeding? does it will hurt? How long long does it take? How those eggs/babies develop? And how does the giving birth would be and feel like? Anything like that.

Btw, I love your headcanons and oneshots! <3

So glad you asked! I've been dealing with pain lately so Ive needed consistent care. As per usual we are writing, this one just happened to be finished first. Also, thank you for the compliment <3

♡Sebastian Solace Ovipositor Headcannons♡

Warnings: Describing this Non-Erotically, Implied Sex, Oviposition/Ovipositor, AFAB and AMAB Cannons (God Im Sorry), Pregnancy/Birth Vaguely Mentioned, M!Preg Mentioned

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Starting off strong, the moment you agree to have that mans babies he is all over you

Excited, yes, and at the mention of his Ovipositor being put to use he’ll be a little shy but happy to oblige! How can he not be? The idea of having a family almost makes him feel…normal. Happy and normal.

As his tendril is always sheathed, it stays very slick, which makes insertion easier. Despite his absurdly large length (he is well over twice your size) he doesn't need to be all the way inside your body to use said Ovipositor

During the process of actually putting those eggs in your body, it feels…odd. The best way I can describe this is like swallowing those Boba Pearls in drinks? But like…obviously not with your mouth

Doesn't hurt! The eggs arent too large, about an inch in length and diameter, but still not painful! You’d think they would be, right?

This is due to both the slightly muscle relaxant features of said slick, and the flexible nature of his eggs

Despite their size they can easily compress to be smaller if pressure is applied…too much pressure will pop them and make them no longer viable but yes they can get a bit smaller

They're like little jelly balls with a turquoise color

After the fact, you'll really just feel oddly full for the next day or two. These things are decently sticky and almost parasitic in nature so those that are going to continue to develop will be burying themselves into your body

Not a painful process either, by the way

Those that don't end up attaching to anything are not particularly viable as they can't take any of your DNA to make anything. So those really just have to be removed. This can be done decently easily with some pressure applied to your stomach and a bit of pushing

Produces 6-12 eggs on average, but may produce more or less, so you never really know how many actually stuck

The way these eggs develop is rather unnatural to say the least.

If you're AFAB then they'll attempt to fill your uterus much like a normal baby would. They also take as much ‘code’ from your DNA as possible, feeding off your blood for minerals similar to how Anglerfish pairs function

If you're AMAB things get a bit..sticky for you. They'll hollow out their own space inside you, kind of like a very small faux womb. This is NOT painful, but does leave a sort of dull ache like you've just worked out for a while. This small little wound will close behind the eggs as well so they won't be disturbed. They feed off you the same way as they do for those who are AFAB

This pregnancy can last anywhere from 6-9 months depending on how large the batch of eggs is. They do technically ‘share’ their meals so they'll all be ready to hatch at the same time. Think of it like an evolutionary trait for a better chance at survival.

Doesn't entirely feel like pregnancy, you'll feel weaker, bloaty, and maybe a bit sick mostly due to lower mineral/vitamin counts. But as long as you take some kind of supplements or eat healthy you'll be fine

You don't get particularly round or anything either, just a small bump that could easily be passed off as weight gain

On the Plus side for the AFABS, your body does not continue to have its menstrual cycle during these months. They release their own chemicals into your body/bloodstream for a better latch and less chances to be ‘rejected’

As for having these babies? There's conractions/cramping for sure and a bit of blood from where those eggs detach. I wouldn't call them particularly bad contractions, as they're slower and a lot less painful than normal child birth

The body doesn't have to prep as much since they're not normal sized human babies.

If you're AFAB, they'll come out the natural way. If you're AMAB, you're going to need surgery

Surgery is of course an option for both if preferred.

They pop their eggs and are ready to go the second they break, now for the most part the body can just absorb the nutrients in these empty ‘shells’ but they can also be removed. It won't cause additional harm either way

These babies aren't very big when they're taken out

In fact, they're all about palms sized. They're warm to the touch, covered in a bit of blood and whatever liquid is inside those eggs, so they're a bit sticky. But just fine to wipe clean

They’ll be oddly…blue and pale for the first while as they learn to breathe oxygen with their very small lungs. Don't worry, they'll figure it out. They look almost like normal babies aside from this, well, not including those that look more like Sebastian

They’ll develop faster than normal babies as well. Some may even be born with sharp teeth, others will get their set within the first two months.

They're already up and ready to go in about a year or less, as if they're made for survival like wild animals. However this will come at a cost. Your sanity mostly when your 1 year old is chewing through the casings of wires and chair legs.

By the time they're around 5-6 they'll be just a little smaller than the size of a normal human child.

As teenagers getting their growth spurts? Many of your children may end up BIGGER than average humans!

Overall your children will be different, as was the process of having them, but they're still perfectly healthy

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(x) Closed: Played by Anna Name: John Gavereau

Fc: Sebastian Armesto

Age: 600

Species: Vampire

Sexuality: Bisexual

Occupation: Legal Attorney

Affiliation: Civilian (Undecided)

Special Abilities: Typical Vampire abilities

3 Positive traits:

⦁ Polite

⦁ Optimistic

⦁ Responsible

3 Negative traits:

⦁ Timid

⦁ Morbid

⦁ Vain

Hobbies: TBD

More information:

(at least a paragraph, include important information such as family, history, etc.)

Once a man living in the 1600's attending theaters as both playwright and player, after a terrible night of drinking and other delights he awoke to find a malady most afflicting. He had become a vampire a creature of the night. With his new-found immortality and the abilities there in he began to gain an education beyond what he had. After a few hundred years and making his way to the town he established himself as an Attorney much more preferring the quite solace of a shut-in room to the rowdy stage.

He has no family alive to date nor has he taken to establishing himself a new one through marriage or other ties. John Gavereau is not his real name, it is a name he took on to gain the wealth from a dying man.

#civilian #Civilian: M #Civilian: C #closed: m #Closed #played by anna

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m00nbunny1 · 29 days ago

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OWWWWWWWWW!!!! 💔💔💔💔

You got out of bed and instinctively grabbed your phone from the other side of the bed. Cold as always.

You turned it on, and the brightness hit your eyes for a few seconds, squinting until you could adjust and lower the screen's intense glow.

"October 20, 2025" you looked at today's date, frowning as that overwhelming feeling washed over you again, the one that wrapped around your body every time you checked the date.

Since October 14 at 1:42 in the afternoon, you'd felt a tingling sensation all over your body, your senses on high alert in a way you’d never experienced before. You didn’t know why, but from that day on, every time you woke up, you felt overwhelmed and extremely anxious.

You’d gotten into the habit of visiting your mother-in-law's house to try and find some comfort while distracting yourself by talking with her and Sebastian's siblings.

They had helped you a lot when everyone was grieving after the devastating news from 12 years ago. It took you a long time to come to terms with his death and even longer to move on, though you were still working on that last part.

Anyway.

You went over to your mother-in-law's house, and Valeria, Sebastian's older sister, greeted you.

You talked a bit about what you’d both been up to, complaining about different things, sharing a bit of this and that.

It was 7:50 PM when it suddenly felt like a thousand needles were piercing your throat and someone had shot you in the chest. Everything around you seemed to go silent, your body shaking, and even breathing felt like a challenge rather than something simple.

You wrapped your arms around yourself in a desperate attempt to find comfort, to tell yourself everything was fine without even knowing what was wrong.

Tears started falling, one after another, not stopping for even a second. You could feel hands shaking you, trying to bring you back to reality, but you couldn’t focus on anything. The overwhelming feeling, the crisis, the pain you were experiencing was just too much.

"Sebastian, I’m here." You weren’t sure if you whispered it, said it out loud, or simply thought it. The tears kept coming.

You cried your heart out, like someone had ripped away someone you loved for the second time, only this time, it felt final.

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pressureplus · 3 months ago

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Ourmmm can I request a headcanon of nicknames Sebastion and the reader would give each other? Only if ur not busy of course 🙏🏾

This one's really cute, absolutely! nobody has any need to be shy here! ❤️

We're here for the fish content.

💖Sebastian Solace Nickname Headcannons💖

Warnings: N/A

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If You're Enemies:

• He's mean to most people but he's AWFUL to you

• Half of the things he uses to refer to you are curse words

• Bastard, Dumbass, Dickhead, ect... He can't even be bothered a good portion of the time, not with you

• And then there's days where he's feeling EXTRA

• "You look like your mother dropped you into a plinko machine."

• "Do you always act like you crawled out of the dredges of 4Chan?"

• "Oh, there's my favorite little insect!"

• The second he finds out you have mommy issues, he calls you motherless. You're missing your left eye, hand, leg, or ear? He'll call you Righty. Deformities and Mutations alike, he's petty and likes to take cheap shots

• Chance to call you by your name: 0%

If You're Acquaintances:

• You're probably a buyer, so Patron, Customer, Unfortunate Guest, and Expendable are all on the table

• If you work with him religiously, he might call you something special like 'Traitor' or 'Survivor'

• Customer Service says "try make sale", so he's most often short but sweet. Most of his mean commentary comes out when you're not in the shop

• "Oh, now, There's just the person I wanted to see! Welcome back."

• Doesn't talk to you much, so there isn't a ton of things he really calls you, you're towing a pretty neutral line

• Chance to call you by your name: 60%

If You're Friends:

• Actually genuinely wants you around, so now you get actual, meaningful interactions with this man other than buisness!

• He calls you Stupid and he calls you Clumsy, even occasionally calling you Reckless, Dummy, or Sucker

• If you're a little goblin, he calls you Crawler and Vermin

• And then he turns around and calls you Bestie, Favorite, and even Treat

• "Well if it isn't the Star of the Show!"

• Tends to lean towards positive interactions, as having someone he can truly call a friend to him makes him feel a little better about living in a place like this

• Chance to call you by your name: 40%

If You're Lovers:

• Oh God what have you done? How did you even get this far?

• He's SMOTHERING as a lover, and this absolutely extends to the way he refers to you

• Before, when you were Idiot, Crawler, or Treat? Now you're his little Idiot, Crawler or Treat

• "Is that my little star I see over there?"

• "Ah, there you are, my treasure, I was wondering where you'd gone off to."

• "There's my sweet little light, what are you doing?"

• "Are you doing well, my love? You aren't hurt?"

• "If it isn't my darling little diver."

• Likes that he's bigger than you not to emphasize that you're tiny and sweet to him

• Still hits you with something mean every now and then, probably poking fun at you in some way, most likely as an inside joke or a nickname from wherever your relationship started

• (RIP if y'all started as enemies, he's still going to be a bitch to you on his Extra days, it's a funny habit now... Though I guess now it's playful so you win some you lose some, right?)

• I'm sure you wouldn't have it any other way, you know the sassy fish you decided to keep very well by now

• Chance to call you by your name: 5%

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pressureplus · 3 months ago

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Can I request Sebastian protecting you from something like the void-mass or the well dweller?

I know you meant Wall Dweller, but I want you to know I pictured one sitting at the bottom of a well on a little pile of coins from people making wishes 💀

This one's a little closer to drabble size, but here you go! Fimshy to the rescue!

Safety

Pairings: Sebastian Solace x GN!Reader

Au: Classic

Warnings: Chase Sequence & light mentions of Impending Death

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Y/N had been running from that thing for a while now.

Rapid, loud footfall echoes close behind their own frantic pace, lungs heaving with the weight of the air they'd need to pull for their exhausted vessel to push onwards down the endless stretch of halls and rooms.

The monster that's been hunting Y/N is a tireless one, never slowing and never ceasing. The prisoner knows it's hungry. Hungrier than usual if it's been so determined as to pursue it's prey through what must be nearly twenty rooms, by now.

Their body is growing tired, limbs aching as the adrenaline runs out and they begin to fatigue. The heart that's been pounding in Y/N's chest is slowing down, and the panicked, fast footsteps underfoot are getting slow.

The distance is closing.

The distance is closing quickly.

When Y/N's legs buckle from over-excursion that's it, sending their helpless form crashing to the tiles below. They skid to a stop a few feet away from the exact site of impact just from whatever momentum they had left when they fell.

Y/N screws their eyes shut and braces for the end, the only way that this story could possibly conclude...

"And what do you think you're doing with my Y/N?"

A deep, livid growl lays in the undertone of Sebastian's familiar voice, and a crunch makes Y/N glad that they've averted their gaze, relieved to be saved but knowing they'd not bode well with seeing whatever has become of the wall dweller.

"Y/N, I've been following you for 9 rooms- Are you a fucking track star or something?" A huffy complaint comes from the equally as worn serpent, Y/N's fishy companion going to curl his body around their own.

"I didn't know you were there, that's no fair." They complain back, still panting and sniffling, the sweat practically pooling beneath them.

"That run did a number on you..." The larger of them goes to scoop Y/N up, cradling their limp, recovering body up close to him.

"Sebby, I can-" Y/N is cut off quickly by another little huff.

"Shut up and let me take care of you, no you absolutely can not stand." He rolls his eyes and turns.

Not wanting to fight him on it in such a state, Y/N let's their eyes close slowly and naturally this time, their breathing finally mellowing out.

"Good. Now you rest, little star." Sebastian leans down to kiss his adorable little human on the forehead before giving them the last assurance they'll hear before they pass out against him:

"I'll take it from here."

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pressureplus · 3 months ago

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this blog is the goat i love it sm :) totally get if it's too much but i'd love drunk seb headcanons. thnx ❤️

LOVELY, YOUVE GOT THE BIGGEST BRAIN ANON /POS

♡Drunk Sebastian Solace Headcannons♡

Warnings: Intoxication, Warnings to not Fuck The Fish™️, Brief Sexual Content

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First off, getting him drunk isn’t gonna be easy

His body is significantly bigger so it’ll take a lot more alcohol than a normal human person

That and he could already hold his drinks well, so it’ll take some work to get that man actually drunk instead of just buzzed

Don’t try to match him drink for drink, you WILL die of alcohol poisoning unless you’re an alcoholic

Which wouldn’t matter he’d still out drink you based on weight/size alone, so I guess try not to die is the only goal?

Doesn’t feel comfortable drunk around most people unless you’re BOTH that kind of tipsy or he’s already close with you

When you do actually get him drunk?

The flirtiest, giggliest drunk you’re ever met

Sebastian will laugh at literally everything, it makes him so much easier to talk with

The world is sunshine and rainbows as long as he’s really fucked up

Honestly? He deserves it. He’ll smile at you so softly and actually fully listen when you talk. Maybe he’s not the brightest, or most talkative, but he has weirdly good advice

Though he is super giggly and playful, he does flirt

Usually they’re kind of fun. They’re not meant to really invoke any real feelings

“Hey there hot stuff, you lookin for a chair?” As he pats a portion of his tail.

He WILL forget that he flirted with you later, so don’t try to corner him on it as some kind of gotcha moment. He won’t believe you.

It also doesn’t reflect his feelings entirely…well unless he really likes you.

He’ll get a bit tongue tied and may even let it slip that he thinks you’re just gorgeous

His flirting gets very personal if he has a thing for you, but it’s less frequent because the man is too busy squirming from just sitting with you

Think flustered school girl energy

If he likes you he will do ANYTHING you ask

Please don’t try to fuck the fish, he isn’t very smart and he’s not gonna be able to top you

You’d have to do 100% of the work, and he wouldn’t remember most of it tomorrow anyway

He will probably just fall into a fit of giggles at the offer, honestly, so the likelihood of it happening is like nothing

So unless you’re both so drunk you’re not thinking straight? Don’t do it. Dont even try it.

If he doesn’t like you in that way? You might actually die for attempting it. It’s not worth it.

Speaking of not worth it, that man loses so much motor function. His tail is apparently weirdly hard to control all the way

Will prefer to just sit with you and not go anywhere as he will not have the control necessary to do damn near anything

He tried only once to go do something while really fucked up

Stupid fishman got stuck in a vent for a few hours

Worst experience of his life, (drunk fishman claims) he would never ever do it again

He’s the kind of man that sings when he’s drunk too, but only if you do it with him. He mimics like a parrot.

Or if you manage to play songs with him somehow, he might sing them if he vibes with or knows the song

Get a man to sing your favorite songs horribly at an octave that outright hurts

Idk something like California Girls by Katy Perry? Have fun with it

He can’t exactly dance really well but he might do a fun little shimmy if the music pleases him enough

Have fun doing your shared little dances, drinking to forget (always remembering), and laughing about nonsense

I’m sure, as long as you get him something strong and a whole lot of it

The both of you will get along fine!

After all, he likes people that get him gifts like this a little more

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I actually have this request in my head for a while now... but I'm not sure if you be up to do it so thank to let me know if you will do it or not. Fem! Reader who is happily married and live together with Sebastian (when he still human). Until, Sebastian was arrested and sentence to dead. Reader found no long after his dead that she was pregnant. Years later, Sebastian manage to escape Hadal Blacksite probably very injured in the process. He was soon spotted by the kid that look similar to his human self (the kid probably be now close to be a teenager now), as the kid call up their mother. Sebastian was shocked to see his wife come to view.

I'm looking 👀

Love this dramatic shit, I'm SO here for it!

I'm going to be referring to your son as S/N, so y'all can name your boy yourselves! (I'm real interested in the stuff you might choose, so if you wanna put them in the replies, I'd love to see your baby names!)

Smaller Hands

Pairing: Sebastian Solace x Fem!Reader

Au: [Unnamed]

Warnings: Mentions of Pregnancy, an Absent Father, injury, and Imprisonment

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He had been running a very long time before he got to where he was now.

Escaping the Blacksite was only the beginning of his long, long journey home. He had wrestled himself from the depths of the deep ocean and fought his way all the way up to the light far, far above him.

Breaking through the surface of the water had provided him with a hope he never thought he'd see truly grow into something he could really hold. Sunlight and open air and a horizon that stretched endlessly in every direction... Sebastian hadn't known freedom in over 10 years, but there it was.

The way the natural light caught the glint of his wedding ring had him already tearing through the water with a grin, energy back in his tired body. It certainly wasn't his original ring, no, that one wouldn't fit on his new, much larger hand anymore, but the replacement that he got so he could wear a ring on his hand and not just as a pendant was enough of a visual reminder of his love, sending him treading the water the way this body was made to do. He had to get to his wife.

He had to see his Y/N again. That's always what his efforts were for.

It was days before he even reached a beach, and weeks of dragging himself through the shadows and the alleyways, keeping himself out of sight. He would squint at road maps and try to figure out how he was going to get himself home, not very well able to get on the public transport or drive himself there with a body like this. He had to be more than a little creative with how he was going to cross the countless miles between his lover and himself if he wanted to make it there at all. He'd spend his seemingly endless days hopping trains and swimming rivers just to close the distance faster, like it may wash away the last decade he's had to go without her.

Sebastian could only hope she waited for him, though those chances were next to none. She had been there the day he was 'executed', watching him get taken back to the chair that was supposed to put his story to its end. She has every right and reason to think he died that day, and he could never be angry or upset if she decided she still needed to be held the way his other hands used to hold her... Would these hands even fit her anymore? They'd outgrown his first ring... Would they be too big to hold hers anymore? The painful thought was a reoccurring one, and it plagued every dream he had in the moments he would manage to rest.

He's nearing his old cottage now, beaten and scarred from the long trip home, more than a little bit tired and definitely hungry. He's barely going to make it if he manages to get to the doorstep at all, but more thankful than ever he'd made his home with her outside of the city and out into the woods so he might have a moment to his thoughts. He could very well find her with another man, or he could find a completely new family, or even find nothing but flowers and trees- The life that he made with her could be all but ashes on a breeze that swept this place years ago. She could be a memory and this could all be for nothing just as easily as anything else. He wouldn't even have a right to be angry... He wouldn't even feel a right to cry if she's decided to move on.

"SNAKE MAN! SNAKE MAN!!!"

He's shaken from his pondering by an unfamiliar voice, a starry eyed child fumbling out of the bushes like a little animal.

He nearly panics and flees before the brave, feral little boy reaches out for his hand and looks up at him like something right out of a story book- Which, he supposed may be fair given the way that he looks now.

"Are you a forest monster!? Do you grant wishes and eat people and stuff?!" It's clear the boy doesn't know fear, young and small still, with new eyes... But familiar ones.

Sebastian's heart drops into his stomach when he begins to recognize the thick, dark hair and deep brown eyes. This boy is the spitting image of the way he looked when he was around 10 or 11... It's like he's been pulled right from Sebastian's old childhood photos.

Too dumbfounded to speak, Sebastian stands there, every muscle in his body tense while his eyes flick around the boy's face trying to figure out how this could be.

"S/N! What are you doing talking to strangers, you were supposed to be at least playing in the yard and not the woods before the sun started setting." Y/N rounds the trees with a stubborn look on her face and immediately freezes when her gaze meets Sebastian's.

The air is knocked out of the both of them, leaving them only able to stare, and he notes the way she's remained nearly the same as the day that he was forced to leave her behind. Like a flower that never wilts, she stands as beautiful and as amazing as she was when he had first met her. Frozen with an expression he can't place, she makes no motion to do anything at all. The larger man acts first at the realization she must be frightened of him, going to put his two unheld hands up and open his mouth to explain himself-

"You said not to talk to strangers, this is CLEARLY a forest monster." Little S/N beats both of them to the punch and confirms to Sebastian all at once that his attitude is as strong in his blood as that unruly dark hair is.

"Heed your mother, would you? I could very well eat you." Sebastian ushers the child forward with a playful threat, the boy in reference pouting and looking back up at him.

"Come on, I'm only out a little bit late! It's not dark yet! Monsters only eat people in the dark." The boy argues, unfamiliar with the idea of real danger, it seems, but certain of himself the way only children really can be.

"Sebastian I can't believe it... Is it you? Am I losing my mind?" Putting the scolding and corrections on her son's statements off for a better time, Y/N looks up at the mutated form of her lover, hoping she might be right. When Y/N speaks, it's soft and uncertain, a hand going to rest on her child's shoulder so as not to lose him while she's distracted.

"You recognize me?" His heart practically jumps into his throat and he struggles to cope with how quickly she's guessed it was him.

"If not for the way one soul knows another, then for your voice and... Our ring." Unafraid just as well, she walks right up to the towering creature and brings her hand up to the necklace it's strung onto around his neck.

"Am I too late?" Sebastian asks, still scared.

"You're late, but never too much. You had better come home now though." She gets firm near the end and he laughs, melting.

"Awe that's no fair! I'm in trouble for being a few minutes late and he gets to be gone forever!" The boy whines and Y/N seems to laugh when she ruffles his hair.

"You can be out of trouble because it's a special day. Now, let's go home and get you to bed." Y/N's eyes stray back up to her husband, the fondness that was there in those beautiful eyes he fell in love with was something that had grown blurry and hard to recall until now. The way her gaze rested on him so softly brought him back like he'd never left in the first place.

"I think I have some things to talk about with your monster, here." She smiles at him and goes to slide her hand into his, the cold feeling against his palm of her own ring -the matching one to his from the promise that they'd made at that altar a long time ago- made him feel warm again, and made him feel alive.

"Yes, I've got a lot of things I've been waiting to tell her for these years we've spent apart."

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