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I'm addicted to drawing this emo with helmet 💦
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sebby 🩷
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#the quality is outrageous it’s blurry as shit but i took it#i was this close to my favourite person#still can’t believe it#sebastian vettel#red bull racing#formula nurburgring#i think his german flag helmet is always gonna be my fave out of everyone’s#sebby tag
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🌻 Yellow Dress | SDV Sebastian
Sebastian hadn't given two fucks about the pouring rain when he'd kicked his bike into gear and taken off down the dirt road toward the farmhouse, nor had his brain been functioning enough to think of putting on his biker jacket, or a helmet, or even a fucking hoodie at the very least.
No, all he'd been thinking about was the fucking sun dress the farmer had been wearing earlier that day; the yellow one, thin as gauze, with nothing but delicate daisy-shaped buttons holding it closed...
Pairing: SDV Sebastian x f!farmer
Genre: explicit smut 18+ MDNI
Word count: 2.2k
A/N: Is this really my first offering to the SDV fandom? Yes, yes it is, but apparently I'm a 🔥 horny little gremlin 🔥 with subby!sebby brain rot. At any rate, it's a nice excuse to practise writing smut lol. PLEASE BE NICE THO, I'M VERY NERVOUS. 🙈
Warnings/tags: Submissive!Sebastian, messy cunnilingus & fingering (f receiving), oral fixation, name calling/baby talk, saliva, cum play, breeding kink, face riding, semi-public sexual acts.
Sebastian hadn't given two fucks about the pouring rain when he'd kicked his bike into gear and taken off down the dirt road toward the farmhouse, nor had his brain been functioning enough to think of putting on his biker jacket, or a helmet, or even a fucking hoodie at the very least.
No, all he'd been thinking about was the fucking sun dress the farmer had been wearing earlier that day; the yellow one, thin as gauze, with nothing but delicate daisy-shaped buttons holding it closed and a neckline that almost let her nipples slip out every time she bent down.
That dress hadn't been an accident, he was convinced of it; no, that fucking dress was a symbol of the tension that'd been smouldering between them for four long, agonising months now. She'd worn it that morning to torture him, to push him over the edge as he'd helped her collect eggs from the chicken coup, and she was still wearing it now when he found her waiting for him on her front porch, all yellow and radiant like the fucking sun goddess she was. He hadn't told her he was coming, spurred into uncharacteristic impulsivity by his cock, not his brain, but she'd evidently been coaxed outside by the roar of his bike over the rain, waiting all expectantly with that dress clinging to her tight little body in all the right places.
Or maybe all the wrong ones judging by how badly it made his cock ache.
It wasn't fair that she was still wearing it at ten-thirty at night during a downpour. It wasn't fucking fair that the sight of it shattered what was left of his tenuous self-control as he dripped water from his hair down to his boots.
Sebastian's eyes raked over the length of her, wondering what it would be like to pin her against her front door with his hips and grind the length of his cock through her warm little slit, just to feel her swollen lips drag along the underside of his shaft. Or how it would feel to hook one of her legs around his waist and spread her open to make her panties all wet with his rain-soaked jeans and his gushy tip.
Would those puffy little nipples harden and show through her thin dress if he groped her tits with his wet hands? What if he used his mouth on them? Sucked them right through the fabric, drooling on her like a fucking dog until the material went transparent under his needy tongue?
What if he fucked the farmer girl right there on her front porch for anyone to see? What if he just took her right where she stood, sank deep into that slutty little cunt and made her squirt yummy juice all over his fat, wet cock?
What if he just fucking ruined her on her own farm?
The thought made Sebastian dizzy with lust, and if he weren't already soaked to the skin by the rain, all his drooly precum would've been enough to soak his boxers through. His cock throbbed, and he couldn't help but paw at it right there in front of her like some depraved fucking pervert, his mouth watering as he tracked the rapid rise and fall of those perky tits. Was it fear that caused goosebumps to erupt over her pretty skin, or did she like the way he practically eye-fucked her where she stood, drooling over the curves of her pretty little body and salivating over the places where her dress clung to her skin?
Fuck, he could have that dress off her in two seconds flat. And then what? She wore no bra, as usual, meaning her cherry nipples would be right there for the taking, just begging to be sucked — and then who's to say she was wearing panties, either? Her little peachy cunt was probably dripping sweet girl-juice from its needy hole, ready to be devoured like a fucking dessert, to be slurped up and licked clean.
His boots squelched as he took a step closer, soaked to the skin from his ride through the rain and shivering with need. Could she see the barely contained desire in his eyes, the desperation on his face? Did she have any idea the inferno in his tummy was making his cock hurt so bad he couldn't keep his naughty hand off it no matter how hard he tried?
Sebastian was sick of fucking his fist over her, sick of grinding his weepy cock into his pillow imagining it was her body, sick to fucking death of edging himself stupid to thoughts of her squirty yummy cunt until he was too dumb and fuck-drunk to keep his plea's and moans quiet in the basement. He wanted her to fuck him to overstimulation, to milk him dry like one of her fucking cows until he was just a big dumb boy with no thoughts left in his head. And judging by the way her eyes were glued to the shape of his straining cock in his wet pants, she needed it, too.
Watching him dry hump his own hand, she leaned back against her front door, planted her legs apart and slowly lifted the front of her dress to reveal the cutest, sweetest little pussy Sebastian ever seen in his life.
Shit —
Fuck —
His knees buckled, and he pawed more urgently at his leaky cock with a moan that could be heard over the pouring rain.
He'd been right about her wearing no panties. Had she been this bare earlier in the chicken coup? Had he been this close to her without even knowing it?
Sweet girl. Poor, sweet fucking girl. She had told him once that all she wanted was a peaceful life on the farm, raising chickens and harvesting crops, and now here she was flashing him her naughty girl cunt, biting her lip like she was almost shy about how fucking slick her thighs were.
It was all too much for Sebastian. He dove forward, grabbing her hips and yanking them forward as he stumbled to his knees before her, his tongue already lolling out of his mouth in search of the yummy treatie he so deserved for being such a good, patient boy. And she responded so beautifully, hooking one leg over his shoulder and shoving his face into the sloppy, scrummy mess that greeted him.
Grinning like the cat that got the cream, Sebastian moaned and lapped, moaned and lapped, playing with the sweet syrup that gathered between her trembling thighs, scooping it into his mouth like it was fucking sugar glaze, letting it trickle down his throat like ice cream on a hot day; the sweetest treat he'd ever be allowed to indulge in.
'S'fucking good,' he babbled into her hole as she used his nose to rub her slippery clit against. 'Tastes like sugar...sweet li'l cunt, s'cute...' His tongue so sloppy he could barely speak, fucking her slit with broad, wet strokes until spit and slick dribbled down his chin.
Such a messy boy.
That's what she called him as she used his face like a fucking sex toy, her voice all breathy and sweet despite how squishy she was.
Naughty messy boy.
Oh, and he was; such a naughty, messy boy, pawing at his cock while he whined for mommy to feed him because he was so hungry and hadn't been such a good boy waiting this long to fuck her? Behaving so well, helping out around the farm, keeping his hands to himself when all he wanted was to stick his cock in her happy spot and have her breed him like the dumb fucking animal he was?
Grabbing a tight fistful of his hair, she threw her pretty head back and fucked herself on his face with long, languid strokes, leaving a trail of slick over his features like she was marking him as hers.
So fucking hot —
So fucking hot that it made Sebastian's cock all twitchy in his pants, fat beads of precum leaking out to make a sticky mess against his abdomen. He had to grit his teeth to keep from cumming untouched on his knees, his hips bucking uselessly upwards while his mouth made creamy yummies with her cunt.
He hadn't even noticed he'd pulled his cock out until she was yanking him back by the hair, peeling his dumb puppy licks off her core with difficulty. He stuck out his tongue as far as it would go, whining and straining to reach her while his hand worked his thick, sticky shaft, but she braced her knee against his shoulder to keep him back.
'Uh uh,' she tutted, her eyes flicking down to his exposed cock. Sebastian stopped touching himself immediately, strings of saliva dripping from his tongue as he panted up at her, already so obedient, so trainable. It should have been embarrassing how quickly he fell apart, how he went from grown man with a motorcycle to stupid pliant boy at the mere sight of her little blushy pussy, but he couldn't find it in himself to feel shame for how badly he wanted her; not when having her felt this good.
There were rumours in town that the new farmer girl was a witch. Ridiculous, of course, but anything new that managed to disrupt the sleepy, brain-dead routine of Pelican Town was regarded with wary suspicion until proven otherwise — but then again, maybe she was a witch. After all, Sebastian had never found himself whimpering on his knees for a girl before. Sure, he'd been with plenty: the odd tourist girl passing through who found his interminable apathy a turn-on and not a repellent; city girls who didn't know he still lived in his mom's basement; even he and Abigail fucked when the mood struck them, which was far more often on his part than it was with hers.
But this? Her? Never in his life had he been so fucking infatuated with anything than he was with the girl in the yellow dress. If she was a witch, he'd happily offer himself up to her sacrificial seance circle if it meant having his little puppy tum rubbed for being such a good boy.
With nothing to do with his hands now that he'd been forbidden to touch himself, his twitchy fingers reached up to play with her girl parts instead, so swollen and gushy for him that he actually drooled spit down his front, his tongue still hanging out.
Too eager to hear more of the naughty sounds she made, he offered no warning before he slid two long fingers inside her, watching with cross eyes as her little hole swallowed them whole, practically sucking him inside her until he was knuckles deep in her honey cunt. And when he crooked his fingers to hit that special spot inside her, her little needy whine was so high-pitched that her vocal cords cracked and her knees gave out from under her. And fuck if that didn't make Sebastian feel like the goodest boy ever, his cock leaking like a fucking tap and his hips bucking up into nothing as he fucked his fingers into her again and again, lapping at her little bubblegum nub with his relentless tongue while dribbles of spit oozed down his chin.
God, fuck, how many times had he imagined this? Being between her legs, making her feel so good she'd never want another dummy boy but him. But even his wildest fantasies felt flat and wooden in the face of the real thing; the taste of her, the delicious flutter of her core around his fingers, the way she pulled his hair and rode his face like it was the only thing keeping her tethered to the earth — and all because of him.
Feeling pride swell in his chest, he murmured sweet praises about how cute her little cunty was and how yummy scrummy her juices were leaking down his fingers, his voice all high-pitched and breathy like a fucking girl. And when she finally did cummies over his face, squirting fresh milky cream from her twitchy hole, Sebastian's neglected cock jerked up violently and he came with her, soiling himself with thick, heavy ropes of boy-milk as if his pleasure was intrinsically linked to hers.
Like magic — like a witches curse, she’d fucked him dumb and docile without ever laying a finger on him. And still, even as he shivered on his knees like he might be sick, Sebastian licked and licked, and pleaded and pleaded, tears prickling the corners of his eyes as he realised that his cock was still hard and ouchies even as the last drops of cum dribbled out.
His knees shook when she gently pulled him up by his shoulders, his cock hanging low and heavy between them, and when she trailed a finger through the sticky mess he'd made on his tummy, he whined low and needy in his throat.
‘Aw, all that wasted milk,’ she said, sighing longingly as she played with his cum. ‘Silly boy, now I'm going to have to milk you all over again.’
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Ah hi there Author-San! Just saw your ask box open so I had to request this prompt which is bugging me forever
The reader is female, but looks exactly identical to Sebastian when he was human, hair, eyes, face, everything. Like identical twins, except for the gender change.
Like one fine day our foish guy is chilling in his shop waiting for the expendables when the reader comes through and open her helmet, causing Sebby to go through five stages of confusion like a washing machine.
Hi there, author here, and I LOVE this idea! Hope you don't mind me running a bit wild with it!
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Pairing: Sebastian Solace x Fem!Reader
Au: Classic
Warnings: N/A
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You broke through the water, hands grasping the metal in front of you with a huff. A bit of a struggle to pull yourself up and into the room, but you managed anyway. Laying flat on your stomach for a moment to try and catch your breath. Any moment to spare that wasn't spent looking over your shoulder for an angler was a good one. You felt yourself begin to relax, but that didnt last long at all as the light in the room mysteriously flickered on. A more golden color than the other rooms you've been in, and higher too? You sit yourself up only to freeze, panic rushing through your veins like shards of ice. There, sitting taller than any of the previous creatures you've encountered, was what you could only describe as some kind of fish man. His fins flick back and forth as he tilts his head. A smile on his face as his upper set of hands clasp together.
“Welcome, welcome! Don't be afraid, I'm not going to hurt you.” His voice is smooth and calm, an unfamiliar playfulness that you'd have never expected of a creature down here ringing through.
“Despite what you may have seen, heard, or been told. My name is Sebastian, your only friend.” You aren't particularly fond of the way he says only. Something about it makes your stomach churn and your anxiety build. You can't tell if that's to say he isn't really your friend, or if that's more to the effect of saying there's more things looking out for you down here. You don't like either option. You don't want anything watching over you, mostly because you don't trust it. You've only ever heard this name spoken by the higher ups in whispers, like he's the boogeyman or something. His voice on the intercom talking about the mess he's made of all the operatives sent down to dispose of him. Its a little hard not to be intimidated.
“There's no need to be so tense, I'm not going to bite. Look. You have data, lots of it. All that data you've been collecting doesn't really have a use to you, now does it? Now I have all sorts of things you might need, medkits, batteries, and the like.” He shifts his tail forward just a bit, allowing you to get a good look at his wares.
“For the price of that data that you certainly have no need for, you could have something actually useful to you down here. Isn't that nice?” He hums out as you stand up. Your hands coming up to your helmet to tug it off with a gasp. A nice deep breath in of the oddly fresh air in here leaves you a bit more relaxed as you shake your head. Your hair falls into a messy heap more so than anything particularly pretty or graceful. Imagine if you could have that kind of hair care routine down here? A girl can dream, right? You lean over to get a good look at Sebastians things, but the fish doesn't say a word. His entire body seems tense, gaze locked on you.
“Uh- everything okay?” You ask, but he seems to almost be staring through you.
“Whats your name?”
“Y/N? Why?” You attempt to ask but he’s already leaned his face close to yours, leaving you both tense and uncomfortable. His third hand falls to your hip to tug you in. One hand pushing your hair back, and the other cupping at your cheek. His eyes bright as they flick around your face. His breath comes out oddly shaky, its hard to tell if that's fear or anger or what. Still he releases you all at once, staring you down like you'll stab him while his back is turned. He seems shaken up, like one of those small puppies that gets lost in rooms that are too big.
“You alright? You're acting really jumpy for a man that was talking so smooth just a moment ago.”
“Where did you get that- why do you look like that?”
“Ouch? I can't exactly help the way I was born. You didn't have to be so rude about it. That's a real fucking mean way of calling me ugly.”
“No- no you're not- that's not-” He attempts to correct himself but really just devolves into confused choked noises.
“Is there something specific about my face you don't like or? Like, should I put the helmet back on?”
“NO! No I just…haven't seen a face like that in a while. You remind me of someone is all. Someone I miss.” You hesitate for a moment before allowing the defensiveness to wash off you. He’s grieving, maybe? I mean seeing someone that looks like a loved one you can't see anymore must hurt, right? Especially down here. You're certain that if you'd been trapped down here as long as he has and saw someone that looked identical to a loved one on the surface, you'd probably freak out too.
“Can- Can you see them again?”
“No. They…They've been dead for a long time.”
“Im sorry for your loss.”
“No, no it's fine. Seeing you was just a bit shocking is all. Never mind that- is there something you wanted to buy?” He tries to carry on, but now, every time you step into his shop. He can't help but let his eyes linger on your face.
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Hey can I request Sebastian (sdv) x m!reader, maybe a oneshot about Sebastian asking reader on a date so he can give him a mermaids pendant
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sebastian (sdv) x m!reader oneshot
warnings: male reader, reader can be cis or trans, stoner!reader, stoner!seb, fluff, motorcycle riding
wc: 600+
note: i haven't written in awhile so my writing is kinda rough... just bear with me here
cut for length!
motorcycle ride, sebastian had a few favorite places to take you but your favorite was a quaint little field outside town, away from everything. it wasn't as much about the location as much as it was just being with him.
everytime you went there it just felt... calmer. laid out on the blanket sebastian had picked out with you because you didn't like his old one, just holding eachother and cuddling. it quickly became your favorite part of every month, sebastian even bought you a custom helmet so you didn't have to wear his old one.
you treasured every moment with him, especially your current one, laying on the couch watching some weird old romcom together. sebastian's head was on your chest, laying between your legs with a blanket lazily thrown over you two.
you run your hand through his hair that you'll never get used to the softness of and sebastian lifts his head slightly so he could look at you.
"hey baby, do you think we could on a ride?"
"right now? sebby it's almost dark out," you object, though it's hard to stand your ground when looking at his big dark green eyes, giving you a pout that could convince you to do anything. "fine, you big baby." you teased lightly before leaning up to kiss his forehead.
"sweet! you want to finish the movie or can we get headed out now?"
"now's good, this movies kinda boring, anyways." sebastian quickly gets up after you agree, smiling wide; awfully excited to go on a casual ride with him. you swear you saw him grab something in your room, but he denied anything, then you remembered you have the silliest stoner boyfriend ever and he's probably just trying to 'surprise' you with some joints, goofball <3
he drives his beloved motorcycle to in front of the house while you put on your helmet, and then you were off. you didn't often make such abrupt choices but, that just fed into the thrill of it! you held on tight and relaxed against his back, feeling the cold air nip at your skin, and then before you knew it you were at the field and sebastian was taking your helmet off for you, ever the pamperer.
you grabbed the electric lamp while sebastian got the blanket and you headed off to get a good spot to cuddle and look at the stars. thankfully, since you went there so many times, you both had somewhat of an idea on where to go.
you set the lamp on the blanket after sebastian carefully laid it out, curling up to eachother and warming up in silence for a few moments.
"i'm glad we did this," sebastian spoke softly, just loud enough for you to hear, "i have something to show you, it's,, really important. to me." he spoke a little louder
he was so dramatic, over a few joints? you started getting suspicious, what was so serious??
and then you saw him reach into his pocket and pull out a mermaid's pendant. even in low light it was beautiful, you could hardly believe your eyes!
when you finally came back to reality, you could feel tears in your eyes
"what do you say...? you wanna be my husband..?" sebastian squeaked out, while you stared with wide eyes.
"a- i mean- do you really- me?- you want to? with me?-" you stuttered, your mind going a million miles an hour; nothing made sense and you could hardly put a coherent response together.
sebastian smiled, chuckling lightly, "yes! only if you want to!" he rushed and smiled wider as he saw you quickly start nodding your head.
"yes! i mean, god yes! yes!" you exclaimed happily while basically tackling him to the ground as you wrapped your arms around his neck and held him as close as you could, basking in his warmth. he sat both of you back up and put the pendant around your neck.
"you're so handsome," he mumbled before kissing you, slow and loving. a simple declaration of love from your soon to be husband <3
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#sebastian sdv#sebastian x you#male reader#x male reader#fluff#sebastian sdv fluff#sebastian x reader#sebastian x male reader#stardew valley x reader#stawdew valley
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Moon, a hole of light | JB22 x SV5
summary . . . Jenson Button and Sebastian Vettel, one of the most esteemed names in Formula 1. Well, their names held a different story than their behaviour. Mischief, troublemaking and much more came with these two. Will the grid be able to survive?
request . . . yes!
word count . . . 1.6k
warnings . . . cursing
alexavia yaps . . . idk if this is good or not bc i literally just put a bunch of ideas together and hoped it was good </3 i accidentaly deleted the first draft so i lost the authors note and summary dni
2010, it was a year to be in F1. Many legends were on the grid, aswell as new rookies striving for greatness. But there was one pair that stood out more than the others, Jenny and Sebby, as they called themselves.
Jen and Seb, another name for them, were the troublemakers and pranksters of the grid. They were either driving or causing trouble, no in between. They made sure their PR Managers lived in misery and vain, but at least they had fun, right?
"SEBASTIAN VETTEL! COME RIGHT HERE!" Jenson's shout came from his driver's room in Mclaren. Seb, who was waiting around the corner grinned and tried to stifle his laugh as he walked over to the driver's room.
Seb slowly opened the door, trying to hold his laughter at the sight in front of him, but then failing. There stood a red-face Jenson Button, but quite literally. His face and body were stained a bright red, his fists clenched and shaking.
It took all his will to not punch Sebastian right then and there.
You'd think that a 30 year old man and a 23 year old would be mature, and have some common sense, right? Well, if you ever met Seb and Jen, you'd instantly know you were wrong. They were even more immature than a pair of 5 year olds, which was a bit surprising.
"I'm telling you to loosen up my buttons, babe" Sang Sebastian to Jenson, who rolled his eyes and shook his head disappointingly.
"I regret teaching you that this song even existed." He muttered, eyes closed and head in his hands.
"Well, too bad. I've already memorised all of it." Laughed Seb, pointing his finger at Jenson in a taunting manner.
"You did not!" Exclaimed Jenson, his eyes comically wide.
"Yes I did!"
"God, what am I going to do with you?" Jenson sighed, his shoulders deflating.
"Nothing, because you're never getting rid of me!" Seb started skipping around him in circles, singing the lyrics to Buttons by The Pussycat Dolls.
"God please help me."
"A beekeeper?!"Jenson shouted, his jaw almost on the floor.
"What's wrong with being a beekeeper?" Seb shouted back, his arms going across his chest defensively.
"That's so...adorable and cutesy! It does not fit you!"
"Yes it does!" Seb argued, his voice slightly cracking.
"Does not!"
"Does"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"Nuh uh!"
"Shut up!"
"Jeez, way to stop an argument." Jenson laughed, blowing air out of his mouth.
"Fuck off, Jen. You want to be a DILF."
"Why’s my entire table filled with… carrots?" Seb stared at the small mountain of carrots spilling out as he opened his locker.
Jenson strolled into the room, arms crossed, leaning casually against the doorframe with a smirk. "Just making sure you’re eating healthy. Thought you could use a bit of beta-carotene, mate."
Seb rolled his eyes, grabbing a handful of carrots and shoving them into Jenson’s arms. "Fine, but you’re eating them with me. Enjoy your five-a-day."
"Why is there glitter… everywhere?" Jenson asked, his voice barely holding back a mix of rage and laughter as he opened his driver’s bag to find every item coated in a thick layer of sparkles.
Seb was practically bent over in silent laughter, barely able to breathe. "It’s called adding flair, Jen. A little sparkle in your life never hurt."
Jenson held up his helmet, which was covered in glitter, and just shook his head. "You're dead, Vettel. You better start running now."
During one race weekend, Jenson was doing a live interview, being the picture of professionalism, answering questions and playing the PR game as usual. But right on the edge of the frame, Seb popped up wearing a pair of sunglasses and holding a cardboard sign that said, 'Free Hugs from Jenson.'
Without any hint of annoyance or surprise, Jenson smirked at the camera and pointed behind him. "Alright, guys, you heard him. Go find Seb if you want hugs. Might be the only time he’s offering them to the public."
During a fan Q&A, a young fan asked Jenson how he would describe Seb in three words.
Jenson looked at Seb, pretending to be in deep thought. "Hmm… a bee loving menace."
Seb grinned, crossing his arms. "Best description I’ve ever had. What would you be?"
"Easy," Jenson replied with a grin. "Seb’s number one fan."
The audience burst into laughter, and Seb dramatically placed a hand over his heart. “Aww, Jen, you shouldn’t have!"
"Sebastian, what’s your proudest achievement in F1 so far?" a journalist asked during a media day.
Seb was mid-sentence, talking about his wins, when Jenson appeared out of nowhere, a huge smirk on his face. "Oh, I can tell you. It’s definitely pranking me with a cardboard cutout of myself in my hotel room at 3 a.m. Nearly gave me a heart attack."
Seb burst out laughing. "It was life-sized! I figured you’d love the surprise!"
"Oh, I loved it," Jenson replied sarcastically. "Especially when I walked in and saw myself staring back at me. Almost had to call security."
Then there was the time when Seb was asked if he ever got nervous before races.
"No, not really," Seb replied calmly, then paused as Jenson slid into the shot behind him, eyebrows raised.
"Are we forgetting Singapore? 2009? Because I remember somebody pacing around like a madman that morning, muttering something about needing more breakfast."
Seb glared at him, trying to stifle his grin. "I wasn’t nervous! I was… focused."
"Right, focused on finding an extra croissant," Jenson said, leaning into the mic. "He was unstoppable once he got it."
In a rare joint interview, Jenson and Seb sat down with a reporter, who knew that having these two together would be nothing short of entertaining chaos. The interviewer barely got to her first question before things went to chaos.
"So, Jenson," she began with a smile, "how do you and Seb keep such a good dynamic? I mean, you're known as one of the most iconic duos in the paddock, but there's clearly some… competitive spirit there."
Jenson gave a small chuckle, glancing over at Seb, who already had a smug grin. "Well, I think it’s because we’ve both come to terms with the fact that we'll never stop pranking each other."
Seb scoffed, leaning back in his chair. "Me? I’m the one who’s just a tiny bit competitive? Remember Monaco, Jen? You may as well have had steam coming out of your ears by the end of that one."
"Don’t act innocent, Seb," Jenson shot back, eyebrows raised. "Who was the one who replaced my car’s steering wheel with a pink one with ‘Princess’ written on it?"
Seb laughed, clearly proud of his prank. "Oh, come on! You did look quite royal with it."
The interviewer was grinning ear to ear, clearly loving their dynamic. "Okay, okay, let’s settle this! What’s the biggest prank you two have pulled on each other?"
Seb’s eyes sparkled, leaning forward like he’d been waiting for this question."That’s easy. Spain, last season. He had this brand new helmet design he’d been bragging about for weeks. It had all these fancy graphics, and he wouldn’t stop talking about it."
Jenson’s eyes widened as he realized what Seb was about to reveal. "Don’t you dare, Seb!"
"Oh, I’m telling them," Seb said, grinning. "So, I may have… slightly changed his helmet."
"Slightly?" Jenson cut in, exasperated. "You replaced my name with a cartoon donkey and slapped a rainbow on it!"
Seb was barely able to keep a straight face. "And it looked amazing. He didn’t realize it until he was already at the track, visor down, ready for the press photos."
Jenson shook his head, grinning despite himself. "Every photographer at the track got a picture of that disaster. You know how hard it was to live that down?"
The interviewer was in stitches, barely able to get her next question out. "Alright, Jenson, what’s the biggest prank you’ve pulled on Seb?"
"Oh, this one was good," Jenson said, rubbing his hands together like he was planning a grand scheme. "It was right before Silverstone, and Seb had just gotten this new superstitious thing about his driver’s suit. Something about ‘needing it perfectly creased’ for luck."
Seb rolled his eyes. "Don’t remind me."
"So, I… may have swapped his suit with one that was three sizes too small and had bright neon green stitching." Jenson shrugged, feigning innocence. "I figured if he really needed luck, he’d work with whatever he had."
Seb slapped his forehead, laughing. "I couldn’t even breathe in that thing! I walked around like a robot all morning until someone finally told me where he’d put my actual suit."
The interviewer chuckled, leaning in. "Do you two ever get tired of the pranks? I mean, don’t they ever just get exhausting?"
Seb and Jenson exchanged a look, then shook their heads in unison.
"It’s like an unspoken rule at this point," Jenson explained. "He pranks me, I prank him back. Keeps things interesting. And the paddock seems to find it entertaining." (he push me i push him back)
Seb nodded, adding, "And, hey, it makes those PR events a little less boring. Like that one event in Monaco where he wouldn’t stop complaining about the heat, so I ‘helped’ by swapping his water bottle with sparkling lemonade. Thought he’d appreciate the upgrade."
Jenson shot Seb a look. "Upgrade? Seb, it was carbonated. I sprayed half of it all over my suit before I realized it."
"Good times," Seb said, smiling like it was a fond memory.
The interviewer’s eyes twinkled with excitement as she moved on to her next question. "Alright, last one! If you could describe each other in one sentence, what would it be?"
Seb tapped his chin, pretending to think deeply. "Oh, that’s easy. Jenson is the most patient man on the planet… for putting up with me."
Jenson laughed, leaning back in his chair. "You got that right."
"And what about you, Jenson?" the interviewer asked, curious.
Jenson looked at Seb with a playful glint in his eye. "Sebastian Vettel… the grid’s biggest headache, but somehow my best friend."
Seb looked mock offended. "Hey, I prefer ‘legendary troublemaker.’"
They both burst out laughing, and the interviewer shook her head, thoroughly entertained. "Alright, I think we’ve got enough stories to keep F1 fans laughing for weeks!"
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fight for you
November 7, 2023
It was the second period of the Devils at Colorado game, Sebastian was skating down the ice and he looks over watching as Luke skated with the puck when Ross Colton smashed Luke into the boards.
Sebastian’s heart dropped seeing Luke crumpled to the ground and he turned around and glares at Ross. Ross Colton skated and swung his stick up and high sticked Sebastian in the face.
Sebastian felt his skin break under his eye but he ignored that and looked at a smirking Ross, “Bad idea.” Sebastian sneered, he hasn’t gotten into a fight yet in the NHL but that was changing the second Luke was hit.
Sebastian dropped his gloves and punched Ross across his face before Ross even had a chance to blink. Sebastian punched him repeatedly feeling his hands getting wet from the blood coming from Ross’s face.
Ross tried to weakly throw a punch toward Sebastian but Sebastian just easily dodged his fist and threw another punch at Ross’s face.
Sebastian didn’t stop throwing punches until Ross’s helmet was thrown across the ice and his nose was gushing blood and crooked.
Sebastian felt the referee pulling him on Ross, “Don’t you dare touch him again.” Sebastian all but growled out glaring down at the bleeding player.
Sebastian was still tense with anger and seemed to have smoke coming out of his ears as he was held away from Ross.
Luke who was okay from the hit had gotten up and watched Sebastian fight for him. Luke skated over to Sebastian and laid a hand on his arm, “I’m okay Sebby.” Luke whispered softly only for Sebastian to hear.
Sebastian took a deep breath and started calming down from Luke’s soothing touch and soft voice.
Sebastian looked at Luke and checking him over with eyes making sure he was okay with his own eyes.
“I’m okay.” Luke promised squeezing Sebastian’s arm once more and gave him a soft smile before Sebastian was being lead to the penalty box.
Sebastian had to get his under eye stitched up during the second intermission and didn’t have any time to just sneak a few seconds with Luke and hold him for a second making Sebastian still being tense.
The medical team offered to clean off his split and bloody knuckles but he declined as he doesn’t like when anyone does it that isn’t Luke.
The Devils ended up losing 3-6 to the Avalanche but Sebastian didn’t he care he just wanted to her back to the hotel and hold Luke.
Sebastian hurried through his shower and threw his suit back on and was one of the first on the bus. He was scrolling on his phone when Luke sat next to him.
Luke was one of the last on the bus as he needed to get another check with the medical team.
Luke frowned seeing Sebastian so tense and looked at his hands seeing all the dried blood and his multiple split knuckles.
Luke hooked theirs ankles together and scooted close so their shoulders are touching as the bus drove them to the hotel they were staying at in Colorado.
Sebastian and Luke both got off the bus quickly and headed straight up to their room. The second Luke closed the door Sebastian was immediately pulling Luke into a hug and buried his head into Luke’s neck and let out a long sigh of relief.
Luke just rested his head on top of Sebastian’s head and hugged him tightly and gently rubbed his back feeling Sebastian relax more and more.
“Look at me sweet boy.” Luke softy cooed and Sebastian reluctantly put his head up making eye contact with Luke, “I’m okay.” Luke softly reassured knowing that’s what has been making Sebastian so tense and Luke understood because he feels the same when he watches Sebastian get hit.
Sebastian slowly nodded and leaned into Luke’s hands that were cupping his face. Luke gently tan his finger around the stitches that were on Sebastian’s face, “That’s gonna leave a scar.” Luke softly commented seeing how deep the cut was.
“Still gonna look hot?” Sebastian softly teased with a loving smirk on his face.
“Always.” Luke promised gently nudging his nose to Sebastian’s. Luke would never care what happened to Sebastian’s face because Luke would always find him hot and attractive.
Sebastian softly smiled and leaned toward connecting their lips together and Sebastian had his hands on Luke’s waist pulling him as close as possible. Sebastian felt the rest of his tension fade away as he got lost in the feelings of Luke’s lips on his.
They both pulled away still staring at each other softly.
“Wanna take a bath?” Luke softly asked running his hands through Sebastian’s hair. Luke knows they just took a shower at the rink but it was fast and quick to just get clean but he knows Sebastian likes a warm shower or bath to just relax with Luke.
Sebastian nodded.
“Alright you started the bath and i’ll meet you in there.” Luke promised and gently kissed Sebastian’s forehead.
Sebastian headed into the bathroom and closed the drain on the very large bathtub and started the warm water. He stripped out of his suit and folded it up on the counter because he would be annoyed at himself tomorrow if he didn’t.
Luke walked in with two sets of comfortable clothes and tossed them on the bathroom counter before getting out of his shirt and gently grabbing Sebastian’s hand and leading him into the bathtub.
Luke sat down first and Sebastian sat down in front of Luke leaning his back onto Luke’s chest and relaxing against him. Luke wrapped his arms around Sebastian pressing a few soft kissed to the back of his neck.
Luke started splashing some water onto Sebastian’s hair letting it get wet and shifted them slighty as he grabbed the shampoo and started rubbing it into Sebastian’s hair and Sebastian let out a content sigh.
Luke finished washing Sebastian’s hair and Sebastian made them switch spots so he could wash Luke’s curls.
Luke smiled softly and happily leaned into Sebastian’s touch as he washed his curls. Luke absolutely loves when Sebastian washes his hair for him.
The water started getting cold and their skin were already wrinkling from being in the water for so long. Luke stood up first and wrapped a towel around Sebastian before grabbing a towel and wrapping it around himself.
They both dried off and got dressed in their clothes before Luke knew they needed to clean Sebastian’s hands. Luke patted the counter for Sebastian to hop up on.
Luke walked out to the room and grabbed his first aid kit he brings on every road trip for Sebastian. He walked back into the bathroom and saw Sebastian sitting on the bathroom counter waiting.
Luke opened the first add and brought the hydrogen peroxide and started to clean up the cuts and the rest of the dry blood that didn’t wash off in the bathroom. Sebastian didn’t even wince at the sting as he is used to getting his hands cleaned from fighting.
Luke cleaned them all off and gently rubbed in an ointment on his knuckles before he pressed a kiss on each other of Sebastian’s knuckles, something he does after ever fight.
“Thank you baby.” Sebastian tiredly whispered but leaned down pressing a kiss onto of Luke’s wet curls.
Luke flashed him a soft smile before they both tiredly stumbled into their bed. Luke laid on his back and Sebastian just laid right on top of Luke holding him tightly as Luke covered them with the blanket.
“I love you.” Sebastian softly mumbled against Luke’s skin.
“I love you too. Go to sleep my sweet boy.” Luke softly cooed scratching his back softly until he falls asleep.
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🐄 Somebody’s Problem: send a 💛 and I’ll share a funny story from my life.
tell me!!!! i’m all ears 🥹🥹 <33
Hi Sebby! Thank you for always showing your love and support ! 🥰😘💛
When I was younger, about tweens, my dad got us an RzR or a side by side and after it rained my brother and I would jerryrig a sled to the back of it with a rope and drive all around the yard & pasture with hills and bumps as fast as we could! We’d hear helmets but that was it for protection against the hard ground.
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Sebastian gives her a helmet and a jacket. Not gifts women usually like, but well, what to expect. Also, it's so she doesn't get cold or hurt and more safe whenever he gives her a ride.
𝖴𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗍𝖾𝖽. ♬ @s1lxcs ⸻ Sebastian.
"thank you, sebby. this is really sweet of you.." her voice was soft and she smiled. lily knew that he gave this to her with the intention of her wearing it while on his bike. "i'll make sure to keep these in mind when you decide to take me places."
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So I got some sfw Sebastian head canons to share. I'm curious what you guys think!
My first hc is that Sebby is mixed race. More specifically, white and east Asain. Even MORE specifically, he has Japanese heritage.
He doesn't dye his hair, it is naturally black.
Definitely a pot smoker based on Robin's canon dialog, as well as what looks like a bong in his spouse room. Is it an empty vase? Maybe. But I'm not convinced.
Switches to edibles when you point out that smoking pot is not healthy for your lungs either.
As soon as he finds a helmet small enough, he puts it on your child and takes them for rides on his motorcycle. My grandpa took me on motorcycle rides starting at age 7 so don't say this isn't possible.
While Sebastian might shit talk Maru on the regular, he actually has a good relationship with her. They aren't best friend siblings, but they know they can count on the other no matter what.
Once he no longer lives with Demetrius, he manages to form a sort of kind of friendship with him.
Sebastian's dad died when he was a baby. He was killed by a drunk driver. This is why two of Sebastian's hated items are beer and wine.
He was weirded out by you calling him "Sebby" since it's a childhood nickname. But he grew to love you calling him by that name.
In fact, if you call him Sebastian instead of Sebby, he assumes you're either mad at him, or had a bad day. Or maybe both. He'll ask about it though, and the majority of the time you were in a perfectly good mood, you just felt like using his whole name.
He is good at communicating. Yes he has anxiety, but his mom drilled the power of communication into his skull, so he knows it's important.
He makes an attempt at learning to cook, and doubles down when you have kids. He looked up how to make homemade baby food, and always uses your fresh produce to do so.
He pretends to hate being called a "house husband" but actually really likes it.
His Solarian Chronicals character is a mage who is also a Lizardfolk. He picked this combination solely because he wanted to call himself a Lizard Wizard as much as possible.
He FaceTimes Sam every night. You tease him about Sam being his secret boyfriend. Sam says "who said it was a secret?" Sebastian did not appreciate this, but wasn't actually mad.
He is the first to apologize after a fight.
Calls you his sweet baby frog as a pet name. Everyone except for you finds this strange. But considering his love for frogs, you are extremely flattered.
And that's all I have for right now! Let me know what you think!
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Hello I saw requests are open. Could I get a don djarin fic where the reader is a fellow Mandalorian? The idea is that it’s their wedding day and they both show each other their faces and it’s just a bunch of sappy fluff
might've gotten a little carried away with this but I am kinda loving it?? hope you do too, love ❤️
all mine now - Din Djarin x gn!Mandalorian!reader
word count: 440
Your relationship with Din had been, for outsiders, peculiar. Many failed to understand the Creed that brought the two of you together, the common ground of your beliefs, but those were no part of your union. It was only you and him.
And for quite some time, you both played the game of distrust. The attraction was magnetic, unmistakable, yet you were both driven by past mistakes and fears. It took a lot for both of you to earn the other’s trust, but you did, gradually and cautiously. The trust led to more communication, more feelings, and inevitably, sharing.
You now shared everything you had with him. Your name, your body and your heart – all but your face. That was a matter reserved for the highest honor and proof of loyalty a Mandalorian could benefit of: the union.
You and Din were set to say your respective vows to one another today, at dusk, with other Mandalorians as witnesses. While nervous, you were thankful that for another few minutes, your beloved helmet could still conceal your blushing face.
You suppose in some ways you really were the blushing bride.
Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar’tome, mhi me’dinui an, mhi ba’juri verde was heard across the field and amongst the Covert. Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar’tome, mhi me’dinui an, mhi ba’juri verde was spoken again, reciprocated.
And at the very end, as the Armorer made the union official, two thudding sounds were heard.
You stared at the man before you just as he stared at you. Your patience had been rewarded with the most beautiful sight you’d ever seen: soft, brown eyes, stubble and a moustache, brown locks of hair, all contributing to the image of Din Djarin, your now partner for life.
“It’s nice to attach a face to the name,” you said, a smile breaking from the corners of your lips.
“Likewise.”
You stared at one another for as long as you could, absorbing each other’s features. And at last, when Din approached you, your heart trembled with an unknown love and admiration, a mixture you’ve never felt before, never so overwhelming.
You pressed your lips against his for the very first time, that first touch heavenly; the loud cheers faded into the background as you celebrated your union, solidifying it with the softest touch known to mankind.
“You’re even more beautiful than I pictured you,” Din cooed in your ear, forehead pressed against yours.
“Likewise.”
And so, the next chapter of your lives began. A chapter filled with emotion, the pleasure of knowing you truly belonged to one another, wholly, was the greatest pleasure of them all.
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Hello tumblr. Sebby keyrings made of clay. Goodbye tumblr. (Yes I know the helmet stripes are the opposite way round)
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perhaps,,, some sambastian...? idk maybe like seb takes sam on a bike ride? brain smooth i just like sambastian
Hi thanks this is the cutest idea ever ! This is all I’m gonna think about for the next twenty years. <3
I decided to do like. How it turns out in Seb’s ten heart event, where he smooches the Farmer for the first time!
This one is kind of long because I got carried away whoops !! Please enjoy uvu
Sambastian Bike Ride
Sam and Sebastian were hanging out in the basement, their perferred hangout spot as Jodi liked to come in unannounced quite often. They were watching whatever was on Sebasitan’s laptop, but neither were paying attention, too focused on how close they were to each other.
They weren’t ever very touchy. Lately, though, the two would gravitate towards each other. Their hands were graze each other when they walked and Sam could feel how warm Seb was when he would reach over him and try to teach him how to play pool properly.
Out of nowhere, Sebastian asks if Sam wants to go take a ride on his bike. He’d only mentioned wanting to ride it once or twice. Seb suspected he was scared of it, but he never said that.
Sam agrees almost immediately, his eyes lighting up in a way that Sebastian had grown to love. He thought Sam was annoying when he first moved in. They were both very young, with Sam’s father going off to war and Sebastian’s recently dying. They bonded over that after a couple months of Sebastian being angry at everything.
Now, though, their relationship was much better. Feelings had started to blossom years ago. Neither wanted to admit it, especially not Sebastian.
They get up from his bed, untangling themselves from the pile of blankets. Sebastian threw on one of his sweaters (which was really Sam’s, but he had stolen it), walking upstairs with Sam trailing behind.
They wave goodbye to Robin, barely getting out without an interrogation from Demetrius about where they were going and when they would come back.
Sebastian gets the bike out, taking out one of his extra helmets for Sam.
“You, uh. Might wanna do something about your hair.” Sebastian has to hold in his laughs when Sam looks confused. He makes a motion to show what Sam’s hair looks like, making them both break out in laughter. Sam pulls his hair back, tying it into a ponytail. Seb has to look away because his face is so red.
Once the helmets are on, Sebastian gets on first, followed by Sam. “If you don’t want to fall off, I suggest holding onto me.” Slowly, Sam’s arms wrap around his thin waist, holding onto it like his life depended on it. Seb doesn’t say anything, but he gives his hand a pat, giving him the reassurance it needs.
Seb starts up the bike, making his way to the top of the mountains, where he liked to hang out when he needed to clear his mind. Sam clings to him, tucking his head against his back. He can barely focus on driving, too distracted by how Sam was holding him.
Eventually, when they arrived to the summit of the mountain, they both take off the helmets. Sam is still pressed against his back, his arms wound around his waist.
Sebastian is still for a moment before he moves to get up, tugging Sam with him. “What is this place?” Sam asks. He’d never seen it before, and he lived here much longer than Sebastian did. Sebastian did always have the best hiding places when they played hide and seek as kids. Maybe this was one of them.
“It’s just the top of the mountain. Nothing special,” Sebastian says, pulling Sam towards the cliff side. There wasn’t much, like he implied, just a few trees scattered around and a broken down bench. Behind one of the trees was a ratty blanket, one he had brought up when he was younger and expertly hidden.
Seb sets it up, sitting down and patting the spot next to him. The sun had already set, leaving a sky full of stars. The stars were much clearer here than in Zuzu city. That was one thing he appreciated from living here, aside from the person sitting next to him.
Speaking of, Sam plopped down next to him, his arms behind him. “It’s nice up here. How come I’ve never seen it before?” He says it like a whine, gently shoving Sebastian.
Sebastian laughs, shoving him back. That’s how things always are between them, joking around. Like friends. That’s all they’ll ever be. The thought strikes a bit of sadness in his heart, but he ignores it. “It’s for special people.”
Sam pouts, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “Aw, am I not special enough?” Seb pauses a beat, turning his face towards him. He’s just.. joking, right? It doesn’t feel like a joke.
Like a fool, Sebastian takes the bait. “No, you.. you are. You’re the most special person in my life, I think.” Sebastian has a soft smile on his face as he gazes up at Sam, their faces inches apart.
Their eyes meet for a moment, blue gazing into brown. Sebastian isn’t sure what happens next, but his eyes are closed and he feels Sam’s lips pressing against his gently. He returns the actions by wrapping his arms around his neck, his fingers tangling into his hair.
Sam’s arms coil around his waist, pulling Sebastian closer to him and leaning back to lay down with him, Sebastian on top. They pull away to smile at each other, followed by Sebastian’s head tucking in between his neck and his shoulder.
Sam laughs, squeezing the much shorter male close. “I didn’t know you thought so fondly of me, Sebby.” He laughs even more when he feels Sebastian bumps his nose against his cheek, huffing at him.
“I think more fondly of you when you don’t talk, Sammy.” He presses a kiss to his cheek, but that’s only met with another kiss from Sam. They’ll definitely need to have a talk about this later, but for now, they basked in each other presence, barely able to keep their hands off of each other.
It’s safe to say that Sebastian got a mouthful from Demetrius the next day when they come home at nearly 2 a.m, blushes on their faces and their hair messy.
They’re both happy, which is all that matters.
They start dating a few days later, telling Abby when it’s been a few weeks. They just wanted to be sure about everything, even though they’ve been sure about this since they were kids.
Robin gets told a month after, followed by Maru. She had always suspected there was something going on with them, but never wanted to make assumptions. Robin is incredibly supportive and starts treating Sam like another son. She swears to not tell Jodi until Sam and Seb say it’s okay, though.
Demetrius doesn’t ever get told. He has to figure it out when he sees Sam resting his hand in Sebastian’s back pocket. They were told to keep the touching to a minimum, but they didn’t listen to that very well.
Holy WOW I loved writing that. I don’t even care if that’s not what The People wanted, I had so much fun writing that and I literally wanna turn it into a fic now smh.
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Matchup Requests *CLOSED*
This was done as a trade instead of a standard match up, hence why I am permitting it. :)
Matchup for @stormra
okie dokie I match you with...
I have to admit, this was a bit of a difficult one. It was really between Charles Grey and Sebastian. And it was close. But a few small details caused me to lean towards Grey instead of Sebby. I’ll explain why later on.
First of all, your love languages mesh rather perfectly
Charles Grey’s (inflated) ego causes him to thoroughly enjoy the praise and affection you lavish upon him
He enjoys being treated as a prince and has no inclination to returning these affections
It’s a selfish love but weirdly enough, it works
He also doesn’t give enough craps to care for society or propriety to be embarrassed or ashamed of your advances
He is quite inept at displaying physical affection and his attempts are half-hearted at best
It’s that blasted ego again
But he does try. In his own little way
He may (attempt to) awkwardly cook something for you, or more likely than not, force you to take fencing lessons
He always wins
And he goes really hard on you claiming that you would never learn if he went easy
It’s laborious and by the end of each session you are close to collapsing from exhaustion
Insert a lewd joke here, “Oh, my dear, if this is how easily you tire, I better condition you for my bedchamber...”
Yeah, it turns out he is a complete pervert sometimes
But fencing is one of the few ways he can actually express himself
Which seems a bit paradoxical if that expression is affection or love
But it is kind of cute.
He is determined to teach you, and although he may not be the most outwardly affectionate, the amount of time and effort he invests in you is enough to tell you how much he cares
He is a very busy man you know, running missions and odd errands for the queen
His free time is extremely precious for him
So the mere fact that he is spending it with you is a lot more monumental than most people would assume
But you are smart enough to realise this
And that is one of the reasons I did not pair you with Sebastian.
Sebastian is a lot more how shall we put it... salacious. His flirting is subtle in public but that bastard would do anything to make his lover blush, testing the limits of society and still managing to get by without being caught... somehow. It’s his way of exercising control and I think that would really clash with your love language.
~
So,
Charles Grey is also a rather chipper fellow.
Like "chipper" may be an understatement
Excitable puppy man is more like it, at least when it comes to fencing... or maiming... the dude has weird hobbies
But he really understands your desire to travel. He is full of jittery energy that he uses releases running errands for the Queen, travelling across all of the UK. And really most of Europe running diplomacy missions and handling sensitive cases
He would probably be hesitant to allow you to accompany him
But you'd wear him down eventually
Grey really understands your wanderlust, he has a hard time focusing on monotonous tasks or locations as well
So he may allow you to join him
With one *small* caveat
You have to defeat him in a fencing duel first
Which is absolute shit. But you understand where he is coming from.
That ego of his leads him to consider himself the best swordsman in Europe, if not the world
He figures that if you manage to strike him down then you could handle yourself with anyone
And that is no small task
It seems entirely daunting and near impossible (which is probably another reason he assigned it)
And that brings me to my next point.
Charles Grey needs some who is open minded and chill enough to out up with his shit
But also stubborn and outspoken enough to shut him down when he tries some spectacularly stupid
Which is why you would work well with him. Not only does your nonchalance perfectly foil his constant energy and inquisitive nature, but you also have set your boundaries and know when to shut down schemes and ideas
So yeah
You begin training extra hard
For maybe like a day
Then you give up
It's hard, everything hurts, you are exhausted, and all you MIGHT get out of it is one lousy trip
So you begin putting training sessions off
"I'm not feeling well."
"I'll start once I finish this book"
"Oooh, it's too late now"
To say that Grey would be discouraged and slightly hurt is an understatement
His passion and life blood is fencing. He has worked really hard to get to this point and the fact that his significant other takes no interest in it wounds him
This could definitely be a point of discourse if your relationship
But you have to remain open with each other and talk it out
That is the most important thing. Communication. And let's be honest. Charles isn't not going to say shit
He is "too manly" or too egotistical to admit his feelings
You'd have to be the one to approach him on the matter
But I feel like you would. You are used to hearing problems from your friends. You know when something is wrong and better yet, you listen
After a talk, he understands that it may not be the fencing specifically you are disinterested in
But you just struggle to maintain motivation
And from that moment on, Charles Grey becomes your personal cheerleader
He's the mom at a soccer game freaking s c r e e c h i n g and going "that's my girl!" whenever you win a match
He takes pride in all he does, and he is proud of his protégé
He never allows you to lose motivation and is (annoyingly) insistent about the fencing
Which again, could lead to some arguments if you resist
But he is doing it from a place of love because he can see how miserable you are cooped up in the same place
He knows you
And finally, the day arrives that you set to duel Charles Grey himself. If you win, you get to attend some of his missions with him (others are too sensitive to risk being seen by a civilian)
You are understandably nervous, but also introspective. Honestly it is probably a tidal wave of emotions far too complex to convey with words
But ill try
Let me just....
This morning was like most mornings.
A heavy fog blanketed the docile countryside, most animals just began to shake off the effects of the previous night's slumber.
Commoners rose with the peeking rays of the sun, beginning to perform their routine tasks before the last of the fog had been burned away by the heat. For most people this day was completely, utterly, ordinary.
But not for you.
This day meant everything. This day meant your freedom.
You had risen before even the sun, shedding your skirts in exchange for ivory fencing gear, exchanging your fan for a rapier and your hats for a meshed mask. This had been your life for the past year, and would continue to be so until your final breath.
But today. Today was different.
Today determined your future. And quite frankly, your sanity.
And all you had to do was defeat your lover in close quarters combat. A monumental task in-of itself. Half of your acquaintances thought you mad, the other half patronized you, treating your struggle as a desperate cry for attention. They simply couldn't understand why a lady would go through such trouble as to challenge the country’s greatest swordsman. A woman's place was in the house, and in home is where she is complete. Why would she bother her pretty little head and sully herself in the wretched world around her? That was a man's job, such trifling affairs should be of no concern for a lady.
"She is odd, that one." They would say. But they didn't understand, how could they?
Raised under the constrictive hand of the patriarchy, they were forced into complacency. A complacency so culturally ingrained that they themselves never sought to question it. Or, those that did often keeled to the whims of man's iron fist in fear of social ostracism and reputational backlash.
But you were different.
From childhood you felt the pangs, the longing to not only see but experience both the beauty and sorrow of the world around you. To learn and ingrain yourself with the cultures, to explore every nook and cranny of your planet. You could never understand why those around you seemed so content with living and dying inconsequentially, never experiencing the midnight sun or the sweeping winds of the steppe. Dying without ever truly living. Merely existing in their self-made reality, completely ignorant to the bright, beautiful world around them.
Why stay put when you can travel?
Why exist when you can live?
These questions, along with the persistent voice of your instructor (and fiancé), kept you focused and motivated. All of that training, all of those hours of arduous, grueling work had lead to this moment.
You stood within the fencing hall, the lack of bodies usually present caused the room to echo with each clicking foot fall on the tile floor. It was wide, empty, and entirely unwelcoming. It felt like a stranger to you, despite the year of training you had completed within its walls.
Before you stood a similarly dressed figure, its face obscured by the dark meshing that covered the helmet.
It was entirely impersonal.
A faceless enemy in a sea of a faceless crowd.
But you knew better. His posture was all too familiar to you. The slight tilt of his head, the pitch of his shoulders, the strangely comforting steady hand in which he held his weapon. This was your lover, Charles Grey. And your opponent.
It was definitely surreal. He rarely ever wore his mask in training. The absence of his characteristic gloating smile and talkative nature felt almost lacking. It was rare that he would be so quiet... so solemn. But he was just as aware of your current situation as you were. And how much it meant to you.
Without a word, he raised his weapon and the battle commenced.
It was an intense battle
With every blow he performed, your parried and dodged
With a feline grace, you danced up-top light heels, twirling and spinning in an almost melodic fashion
Metal clashed against metal, each crack ringing through your ears
You had trained enough with him to know that he had a tendency to leave his left side unguarded and exposed
But he also trained with you to know that you can forget to guard your knees
And as the minutes tick by, marking one of the longest conflicts you had ever had with him, exhaustion sets into your bones
And you falter
The blow is lightning fast, you hardly have a chance to comprehend his movements
But his hips are besides yours, his knee hooked behind your leg.
He pushed you backwards with his forearm, causing you to fall backwards, only to trip on his knee and slam against the ground
Something cool and metallic is pressed to the back your neck
You don't need to look to know it is the rapier and that you have lost
The sound of you two's laboured breaths echoes through the empty chambers
Several seconds tick by as the two of you gather your thoughts
...You... lost
You finally turn yourself around, noticing that Charles had removed his fencing helmet
Damp silver hair sticks to his forehead, matted and plastered across his face
For a moment, a look of sorrow flickered across his handsome features, only to be replaced by that typical cheeky grin
"You lost, luv. Better luck next time, eh?"
You never really had much of a plan
But seeing that smug expression kicked your instincts into overdrive
With one fluid scissor sweep, you dislodged his balancing, a well-placed kick aiming where the sun don't shine toppled him over entirely
And then he was on the floor next to you, his face contorted in an express of pain
You were quick to discard his weapon and straddle him, keeping his wrists pinned above his head to the floor
"Lesson one: never trust your opponent"
You parroted this line to him, one he had told you many of times
He only managed a pained grunt in response
Chuckling, you apologized with a chaste kiss which he all too eagerly accepted
He was probably just being theatrical to get more kisses
You did not have much time to ponder the situation before a polite round of applause erupted from a nearby alcove
You nearly jumped out of your skin
You did not notice the shawled figure, cloaked in all black, like a walking shadow
The figure took a few steps forward, emerging to the light
And that is when you realized who it was
Queen Victoria herself
By her side, astute as always was the man you practically considered a brother
Charles Phipps
By now, you were extremely aware of the suggestive position you were in
Straddling Charles Grey, your hips against his, his wrists clasped tightly in your hands and pinned above his head
And oh, gods that insufferable smirk with which he was regarding
"As you can see, your majesty, my darling is highly... proficient." Grey practically hummed
You quickly scrambled to your feet, unsure how to handle yourself in the presence of a queen
Turns out, Grey had invited her to witness your duel in hopes of securing you a position under her employ. Either as an emissary or housekeeper.
According to Phipps, She was quite impressed by your performance, even though you lost
The only other person she had seen to be able to keep pace with Grey was Phipps... and a certain blonde who shall not be named
And that is the story of how you became the head maid for the Queen herself and an emissary on par with Grey himself, running missions as a husband-wife warrior squad, haha
~
You two probably met in an odd way
I’d say for a fact that you were attracted to Sphere music hall
It’s like that place was made for you
Semi-modern concert style music hall which people hailing from all backgrounds and classes intermingled together in harmony
Divinations and readings were done for free and in return, each patron was given a bracelet depicting their star sign.
As a matter of fact, a lot had to do with the star signs.
Meditations were conducted in between hours and food served
It was a really great place to go, somewhere you fit it because you had always been an outcast
Forced to keep your craft a secret in fear of retribution from the church, you usually made coin as a street performer and singer
It was not a lot, but it was certainly enough to keep you off the streets
Unfortunately that also meant you were constricted to the same place
Your family had consistently tried to marry you off to some rich white dude
Well, rich(er)
But you did not want to be wife and then a stay at home mother
That was somehow worse than your current situation
Also your opinionated and confident demeanour often scared off potential suitors
It was a serious problem because apparently women were supposed to be soft spoken and weak.
But you on other other hand, never showed weakness
It was far too “masuline” apparently
So you decided to strike out on your own and try to make it as a singer
Easier said than done
In the music hall, you truly felt free to express yourself
Its charismatic leader put major emphasis on the stars and night sky, he was extremely introspective and the two of you instantly hit it off (I considered matching you with Blavat instead of Grey but I kinda feel like you two would work better as friends)
You were completely enthralled with his demeanour and exuberance
And you consistently attended the hall as it was the only place you felt you truly belonged, no one casting judgmental stares, no whispers behind your back, and most of all, you felt a sense of camaraderie that you have never felt before
And as a result, you fell victim to the cult
Initially, the Queen garnered concerns over the existence of this Music Hall and the traction it was gaining. As a result, she sent out her very own Charles and Phipps to scope out the place before sending word to Ciel Phantomhive
Infiltrating undercover as guests, the Queen’s handy butlers began an inspection of the area
There they ran into you
Literally
You were in the middle of entertaining a small portion of attendees with a song at the behest of Blavat himself (he was actually looking to hire you as a backup singer for the Starlight Four but you were not aware of this)
You were reaching the crescendo of your song when a drunken man slammed into you
You uttered an apology but he seemed rather intent on making himself a nuisance
“Watc’ yaaaa, yaaa stoopid *hic* bitccccc”
You took a few steps back in response as he staggered forward, raising a palm as if to strike you
Before you could react, a flash of white covered your vision
A man stood before you, sword drawn and dawned in a blindingly white coat
Silver tresses rolled down his back, as he glared up at your attacker from behind attractively long lashes
How he managed to sneak a rapier into the party was completely beyond you, yet here he was
“Now, didn’t your mama teach you manners?” He cooed, a slightly maniacal smile across his lips
“Yoooou wanna go?” The man sneered, “I can tak *hic* you pwetty boooy”
Of course, this scene began to attract attention
The murmurings and pleasant violin music had all but stopped as thousands of eyes turned to face you
Blavat had to step in, nervously defusing the situation
He had the drunkard escorted out and moved to confiscate the weapon from the white-clad man only to get the think pointed at his throat
“A man’s worth is in his sword. It would be cruel to take that away from him.”
You were entirely unsure if he was being literal or making a dirty innuendo with that statement
Regardless of his intentions, he was promptly thrown out as well
Much to the chagrin of a separate, similarly dressed man who seemed down right exasperated with his partner’s trigger happy (blade happy?) tendencies.
You decided to follow this peculiar stranger out and thank him for what he did
You found him trying to crawl through a window, seeking re-entry into the part.
“Uh, excuse me...” You called to him as he fiddled with the lock on the window. You had no idea how he managed to climb up that high in such a short amount of time, but he had perched himself rather precariously on the window sill.
“Not right now, luv.” He called back, “I am busy.”
“I just wanted to thank you for what you did back there. I could have been hurt.”
He paused, not once looking back at you. “Right. Who are you?”
You were rather taken aback
He literally just saved you, how could he not remember you?
“Look, if you aren’t going to pay me the mind to even look at me, I won’t take the effort to thank you.” You huffed and turned to walk away
“I wouldn’t go back there if I were you.”
His voice caused you to halt in your tracks. You spun around to stare at him incredulously. “Excuse you?”
God, those silver eyes were breathtaking as he gazed at you, practically oozing with a feline grace
“Those people aren’t good people.” He stated in a matter-of-fact tone
“Oh? And what do you know about them?” You retorted defensively
“More than you, obviously.” He finally managed to pry the window open. “Her majesty has good instincts. She knows this place is dangerous, else-wise she wouldn’t have sent me.”
And with that weirdly convoluted and vague sentence, he slipped back inside and disappeared
You were left to ponder the meaning of his words
Her majesty?
This bloak knew the bloody Queen?!?!
What else did he know?
What could possibly be so bad about the hall?
You decided to call it quits early that night to process. You never thought you would ever see him again, or so you thought
~
You had been doing your research, sticking your nose in places you probably should not have
Blavat, someone you once considered a close and trusted friend almost seemed menacing to you
And he definitely picked up on your closed off body language
But you knew that something fishy was going on during those “private” events. Only specific people were ever invited (AKA not you)
It all just seemed really sus
And you were determined to find out
So you snuck in
Having spent many hours in the hall, you were aware of certain passages and entrances that others were not
And you were able to sneak in without much issue
But you weren’t able to see much
A heavy smoke filled the air, smelling pleasantly of posies and roses
Your eyes began to droop and heaviness set into your lids
And you fell asleep
You woke up, with the concerned and slightly perturbed face of Blavat staring down at you
Well, shit... busted
“We had a nice thing going, y/n. And you just had to ruin it.” Blavat stated callously. “You know those events are private.”
And with that, you were barred from entering the music hall... permanently
This was definitely rather devastating as it was the only place you could truly be yourself without fear of rejection of prosecution
But now you were more sure than ever that something was amiss in that hall
Why else would they be so strict?
You were probably only left alive because they knew that whatever gas they used to put out those in attendance also affected you before you could see anything incriminating
And so you began trying to locate that mysterious man in white
He seemed to have more answers than you did
It did not take long to figure out his name and occupation. Charles Grey. Butler to the Queen herself
He must have been quite the impressive butler to be going out on scouting missions for the Queen and not just serving tea
Regardless, gaining an audience with him was nearly impossible
So you would just have to attract his attention...
Somehow
Given his affinity towards sword fights, you were sure that a loud brawl outside the palace itself would almost certain garner his attention
The real question was, where in the world would you get people foolish enough to pull such a stunt and risk getting arrested
Sooo, maybe not that
You might have to work backwards
Ask around and find those that may be acquaintances with him
Which was a lot harder than it looked
It took days of searching, but you were eventually sent to speak with a mortician who according to your contact “knows everyone who is no one”... whatever that meant
It did not take too long to find out
This mortician was... eccentric to put it in the most polite of terms
But he was definitely connected with Britain's underbelly
Which you assumed is where the “everyone who is no one” comes from
You came in hoping to pay him off, to which he blatantly refused, instead asking for you to make him laugh
Which was an odd request but one which you were willing to comply if it meant breaking the case
You spent hours trying different tactics to no avail
Until you sang a very dirty and very perverted song (Most likely “God’s Loophoel”. Yeah, actually don’t look that up, it is exactly as it sounds)
He seemed to enjoy that far too much as his cackles were absolutely thunderous
In tears, he kindly revealed to you that he was familiar with this Charles Grey and could pull a few favours to get you in contact
But he never said when, nor did he ever say where
But he did ensure word of your snooping reached the ears of Charles Grey who surprised you in your own home whilst you were halfway dressed
He initially was very cross with you poking around, scolding you and chastising you saying that it was “no business for a lady”
But you shut him down pretty quick
And afterwards, the two of you hit it off and decided to make evening tea on Sundays a staple thing
Grey would inform you about the progress of the Sphere Music hall and in return, you would keep well away from it
It worked out for the two of you
But word of your sniffing around had also reached the ears of one certain earl and his own demonic butler
I would be careful about what questions you ask and where you poke your nose
We wouldn’t want it to get bitten off, now would we?
this was a lot of fun to write, I hope you enjoyed reading it, dear. Let me know what you thought
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Sebastian watched as you finish wrapping up your scene, and watching you work was simply amazing. You were a natural-born actress, even the directors were impressed especially knowing the fact that you came from the music industry and now you’re in the film industry that was just amazing. You loved everything that you do, you weren’t doing it for the fans or to get money it was genuinely because you wanted to.
He watched as you bowed to every single one of the members of the production crew as you went away. He laughed to himself, you’ve watched too many Korean dramas and can’t help but adapt their ways.
You grabbed the towel that one of the crew members gave you. You quickly took it and made a joke that made her laugh then went on your way.
Sebastian waved his hand as he made his way towards you. He could see your face lit up as soon as you saw him and you ran towards his direction.
“Sebby. What are you doing here?” You asked after you let go of the hug that he enveloped you in when you got closer. “I’m here to pick you up.” He said as he grabbed your hand and laced your fingers together. “We’re going to have lunch at RDJ’s. It’s the last day on set.”
You quickly pulled your hand back, “C’mon Sebby. we can’t do that here. You said it yourself, we have to be careful.”
Sebastian looked like a kicked puppy. “I want to hold your hand, I do but.I’m just—You know what Ryan said right? We have to take our time before we tell the public about this.”
Ryan’s exact words were,”You guys better be sure about what ‘this’ is before you go public with it.” But Sebastian didn’t mention that.
And so that has been your situation, Sebastian was alright with it until you suddenly got linked to Luke Hemmings. He knows that it wasn’t true but the tabloids just wouldn’t shut up about it and after reading so many headlines that read “Y/N new girl in Hemming’s life?” and after seeing so many comments that you and Luke, looked great together, he started to see it to. You guys did look good together, there was no denying that. Sebastian knows that you would look good with everyone else because you just brings out everyone’s natural shine whenever you’re with them. You are a literal sunshine that shines upon everyone else’s life.
You assured him that you were loyal to him and that he shouldn’t let the media put a rift in your relationship and you were patient with him. You let him heal from the words that the media threw at you and you stayed by his side you didn’t do anything that made him doubt your loyalty to him. “I gave you my heart, there’s no one else who could possibly take that away from you. Remember that Sebby.”
A few months later the movie was released and it was Sebastian’s favorite part in every movie that he does. The press tour. He got to interact with the fans along with his friends and now, he can do it with you. Sebastian was also grateful for the fans for accepting you easily into the family despite being there for a movie. He was secretly hoping that people would ship the two of you so that he would have an excuse to confess everything. So throughout the press tour he kept on talking to you in front of the press, even make a few jokes every now and then. Chris joined in on the banter and it was just so easy for the three of you to settle in that type of situation because that’s how it’s always been. But the fans took it another way.
They began shipping you and Chris.
Chris laughed hysterically when he read the headline and so did the other cast members. Everyone knows his plan, he didn’t have to say it out loud, it was so obvious except for you. But then again, that’s just how you’ve always been.
“Just, how can they ship the two of you??? I’ve spent more time with her that the two of you spent together.” Sebastian muttered as he sat on Chris’ bed.
“Well, maybe we just really have that kind of chemistry.” Sebastian groaned.
“You better shut your mouth Evans or I swear I’m going to deck you.”
Chris eventually stopped laughing after Sebastian threw a pillow at his face.
“I’m serious Chris, I just want this to be over so I can tell the world that we’re actually together.”
“What’s stopping you?” Sebastian stared at Chris. “I’m serious, what’s stopping you? You said you love her. So what’s stopping you?”
“I don’t know if she feels as invested as I am” He confessed. It was true, it’s been his fear for a long time now. That you didn’t love him as much as he loved you. Or maybe after he tells the public about this the two of you will break up. So many things cou— “So many things could go wrong. That’s probably what you’re thinking huh” Chris told him interrupting his thoughts. “Look man. If you keep on thinking like that nothing’s ever going to go your way. You love her. She loves you. That should be enough reason for you to tell people. Also. You’re with an amazing woman. If I were her boyfriend I would tell the whole world.” Sebastian went back to his room thinking about it. He’s going to tell the world about the two of you. But he should talk to you with it first. The next day, you were in a separate press conference with Sebastian. He had the photo ops first and the panel later while you were scheduled the opposite. You were with Tom Holland and Chris Evans for the panel. Everything was going well until the interviewer asked you to address the rumours going around that you’re in a relationship with Chris. When you first saw that headline you laughed so hard that you weren’t able to breathe properly, but you noticed that Sebastian had a different reaction. You assured him that you weren’t cheating on him and he told you that he knows you won’t do it. You couldn’t help but worry though, you kept on thinking if it was the other way around and some girl will be linked to Sebastian, you wondered how you would handle that kind of situation. Not lightly, you suppose.
“You know, Y/N. You should’ve told me that we were dating.” everyone laughed and you explained to the interviewer that no, you weren’t dating Chris Evans. You wanted to tell the interviewer that you were in fact dating Sebastian but, you needed to speak with him first of course. You don’t even know if people would accept the relationship but you do know that you won’t care.
Sebastian finished his photoshoot early and decided to watch you panel from the sidelines. He waved at you to grab your attention and he did which made you smile. It still amazes him how wonderful you are in interviews like these, despite knowing that it probably shook you to the core you still seemed so happy.
“Alright. So we’re going to do a fast talk where in you have to answer the questions immediately alright?” “All of us?” Tom asked and grabbed a water bottle. “Or you know, specific questions.”
“There are specific questions but most of these are for all of you. Ready?”
Everyone nodded except you. “What team are you on? Team cap or Team Stark”
“Stark.” “Cap” “Wildcats” You immediately regretted your answer when Chris fell off his chair from laughing. “GUYS I DON’T LIKE THIS GAME OKAY. I PANIC” “Why on earth would you say Wildcats???” Tom asked who was also laughing at your answer.
“Because all I was able to process was “what team” and when you hear that in a sentence and you grew up singing HSM songs that’s immediately the correct answer.”
“Alright. Next question. Who’s the strongest avenger?”
You immediately answered Spiderman. Sebastian smiled when Tom hugged you, grateful for the answer. Despite the banter between Sebastian, mackie and Holland you were always there to support the kid. The fast talk continued and you gave hilarious answers. Sebastian watched as you laughed and smiled at the crowd. You looked like an angel.
“Favorite thing that you stole on set?”
“The shirts from Homecoming.”
“Sebastian Stan”
“Cap’s helmet.”
Everyone suddenly screamed. Sebastian watched as you eyebrows furrowed, “What happened? Oh fuck. Oh no.” Y/N looked at Sebastian with her eyes wide open and he just smiled at her. At least it’s out in the open now. “Wait guys, Please. I can tell you what happens in the movie--”
“Wow, it’s a good that that I only spoil movies not relationships--”
“SHUT UP HOLLAND”
Sebastian walked right on stage and the screams grew louder. Chris went up to him and handed him a microphone with a look that said ‘you know what to do’.
And he does, he went up to you and grabbed your hand.
“Hello guys, I’m Sebastian Stan and I would like you all to meet my amazing girlfriend.”
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Chapter 1
Emily looked up, snapped away from her thoughts by the loud foghorn of the ship coming into the harbor. She had been waiting for a while and slipped into deep thought about her mother’s stories.
“Nervous about leaving for Glorantis?” Sebby asked playfully, trying to lighten the tense vibes he was getting from his friend.
“No, I was just thinking of something. I’m not quite sure what’s awaiting me on the other side of this ocean. What if I find her? What if I don’t? It’s nerve-wracking,” she said.
Sebby sighed. “You need to relax, everything will go just fine.”
Emily kept looking towards the horizon, her long, butterscotch brown hair billowed in the wind. It was pulled from her helmet, more for comfort than aesthetic. Sebby changed his tone, trying a different approach. “Trust me on this, don’t worry! What can possibly go wrong if you just stick to the plan?” he asked.
“But what if it does go wrong, regardless?” she asked as she continued to look forward while the boat started unloading.
“Stop being so dramatic, you’re overthinking this,” Sebby said, she finally looked at him, a glare and a frown drawn on her features.
“This isn’t a joking matter!” she replied.
“Alright! I understand. Maybe you should push all your doubts aside for now at least, and try to focus on the mission at hand?” Sebby proposed while looking Emily straight in her ice blue eyes. Emily’s stern look gradually turned softer as she took a deep breath, “Okay, fine. I know you’re just looking out for me,” she said. “Perhaps I’ll just take your word for it, for the time being, that is,” she concluded. “Great,” Sebby said satisfied, “that will do for now!”
A man suddenly approached the two. “Ready to board the boat ma’am? We’re ready to leave now,” the sailor asked politely.
“Yes, I am,” Emily replied. She started walking alongside the man in the direction of the boat.
“Oh, and Emilie?” Emily paused for a bit. “Promise me you’ll try?” Sebby asked. Turning her head towards him, Emily nodded her head in acceptance, before she continued walking forward.
“Right, I will.”
~*~*~*~
Many hours had passed since they left the harbor, and the sun was on it’s way down. The weather was nice, however, there were hardly any clouds to be seen. Looking outward, Emily was supporting her upper body on the safety banister around the edge of the boat. Even after all this time, she was still thinking. She couldn’t help it, no matter how many times Sebby had asked her not to. She kept questioning things, like what to do when she found her mother. She couldn’t even enjoy the sunset - the ocean was calm, the sun was reflecting off the water, casting an orange glow on the surface.
“Still unable to focus, ma’am?” she heard a familiar voice say. It was the sailor again, approaching her.
“Aren’t you supposed to be steering the ship?” Emily asked him.
“Why? I’m not the only one here on duty,” he answered. “I believe I haven’t introduced myself. My name is Wyatt, by the way. I’ve got some free time at the moment, so I thought I’d look for you.”
“And why me?” Emily asked, followed by a slight sigh.
“Well, the last time I checked, you are the reason we all are here,” he replied, as he, too, leaned against the safety banister. “I’m aware that this entire expedition is regarding your mother,” he then continued. “Didn’t she disappear years ago, if I may ask?”
Emily took a deep breath before answering: “I’m determined to find her, or at least find out what really happened. Honestly, wouldn’t you? You couldn’t possibly be content with just sitting back and forgetting everything if you knew you had the opportunity to find out?”
Wyatt gave what she just said some thought. “You tell me, I’m not actually sure I do know. The way you put it: of course, I would want to find my family. But would I actually do it?” he asked. “You shouldn’t take it for granted, Ms. As far as I’m concerned, I would assume that few people would actually put matters into their own hands in such a situation. It’s a big world. Not everyone would know where, perhaps not even how, to start looking.”
“Well, I know where to start looking. I’m not a hundred percent sure what to expect, but I’m confident it will lead me somewhere,” Emily stated without hesitation, still not budging from her spot.
“Right you do,” Wyatt replied. “Still, you’re asking many questions. Are you sure you’re alright with this?”
“More certain than I can be at this point. There’s no point in waiting any further. It must be done,” Emily said. Her determination and motivation put a smile on Wyatt’s face.
“Then we all certainly are on board with you, ma’am,” he said. The sun was on its way down beyond the horizon. He started walking back in the direction from which he came from.
“I should get back, but I’ll surely see you around. Have a great night, ma’am. And may this journey lead you to what it is you are seeking,”
Even after Wyatt had left, and the night was upon them, Emily stayed. Wyatt’s voice repeated itself in her head. Although quickly returning to the present, she couldn’t free herself of a feeling of uncertainty, a feeling she had been pondering over the entire day. And so, after a moment's contemplation, she went inside and crawled into her bunk, at last. She drifted off into deep sleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, exhausted from the day and distress plaguing her mind.
~*~*~*~
She awoke with a start as the boat shook violently and almost threw her straight out of the rough bed she laid upon. As she reoriented herself, she could hear the yelling of the crew tossing orders and information around as the captain desperately tried to hold the boat steady and afloat. The next noise truly woke her from her dazed stupor; a ghoulish, blood-chilling screech that made her skin turn white, and her previously warm body run cold from otherworldly fear. She forced herself to her feet and took a deep breath to calm her nerves.
“I knew there’d be danger when I left, it was naive of me to assume there would be no monsters on the journey-” she mumbled to herself before being interrupted by a flashing pain. “Ow!” she exclaimed loudly, slowly trying to regain her composure.
After the pain had settled a bit, she realized that she was still wearing her armor. She was apparently more exhausted yesterday then she was aware of, and didn’t have the energy to take it off before going to bed. A few hours of uneasy rest in the armor had given her a severely sore back.
However, she had no time to lose. She steeled her nerves, picked up her sword and walked out the door to her room. There was no turning back now.
The second she made it to the stairs leading up to the deck, the door up top swung open violently, releasing a torrent of water downstairs, dousing her in it. If she wasn’t awake before, she most definitely was now. Emily began to run up the dripping steps. The echo of waterdrops and clanking sound of her armor was the only noise she could recall before stepping out on deck. The sky was dark, indicating that is was still in the middle of the night. Before she could think another thought, she was instantly swept off her feet by a powerful wave, and thrown for a loop by all the screaming of the crew trying to hold it together. People were rushing to and from, tying down ropes, pulling the sail, trying to toss out as much water as possible so that the boat didn’t sink, and working with cannons and other weapons at the ready.
“Probably waiting to attack the source of that screech before it sinks us…” she briefly thought as a grimace pulled her features. She moved to stand once again and closed her eyes, trying to drown out the sounds.
Was coming up here a mistake? she wondered.
Emily shook her head, throwing out the negative thoughts. “No, no, I need to help. I want to help.
She opened her eyes again and went towards the captain. Right as she arrived at the wheel to speak to the struggling man did the monster appear, accompanied by a mighty shake of the boat. She stumbled once more at the shake as she looked up at the huge monster. It towered over her, the crew and the boat, or was it the fear coursing through her and the crew exaggerating the proportions? She desperately hoped it was the latter.
And as it raised its dripping, slimy tendril, time almost froze. There were white, hooked claws beneath it that reflected the moonlight and the light of a few torches that still flickered on the boat. If it could smell the fear of the crew, she didn’t know, nor did she want to know. She felt smothered by the permeating stench of dead rotting fish and salty sea water, but it was more preferable than the pulling weight of fear on her back. Some crew members pulled to action and shot at it, the creature letting out a yowl of pain from the heated projectiles that were shot into its gushy, slippery body. More tendrils arose from the depths and slammed down into the boat, Emily narrowly dodging the attack from one of the long appendages. At this proximity, she saw the claws digging into the boat, the wood, keeping the two things attached to one another. And it, unfortunately, confirmed her fears - it was as big as she thought it was.
After another round of bullet fire, she watched as the creature started to tear at the deck of the ship, the hooked tendril pulling at the wood, creating holes. She could only imagine what the other ones were doing to the hull of the ship. She briefly studied the muscles on the long tendril contracting. She stood to her feet and tightened the grip around her sword, a fairly thin and polished silver blade that reflected the present light wonderfully as if it was blessed by the god above. It was lightweight and sharp, and she had practiced enough that the blade was like an extension of her movements, precise and strong.
She moved quickly into action once her plan was formulated, raising her sword above her head and swiftly bringing it down to sever the tentacle from the creature. The unearthly, ear-shattering, ungodly screech that followed shook her to her core. Everyone froze, fearing the attack that followed because chances were it wouldn’t leave till the ship was sunk, and everyone dead.
“Shi-” she was cut off by the need to run away. But there was nowhere to run, she was stuck on a boat, probably in an ocean with tons of other monsters and she didn’t know how far away they were from shore. Desperation hit her faster, and more powerful than a lightning bolt.
The boat shook wildly from the attack, with no intervals. She could feel in her toes, the ground giving in beneath her. They were sinking, the cold, dark depths had to be getting closer. It was not stopping anytime soon, Emily knew.
She frantically looked around, trying to figure out where would put her furthest from the water, and therefore safe from the slashing limbs of the enraged creature, whose screeching and that of the crew’s terrifying yowls would probably cling to the reaches of her mind for the rest of her life. In the chaos surrounding her and clouding her mind, she didn’t notice one of the loose masts swing towards her until the momentum threw her off the boat. The hit made her vision blur as she flew into the water. The creature seemed preoccupied with the float in front of it. She spent the remains of her energy getting and clinging to a large piece of driftwood that crossed her tunnel-vision. All she could see before she fully blacked out, and was met with the cold depths that she was floating in both figuratively and literally, was the monster ripping more holes into the boat as she slowly, but surely, drifted off.
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