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[freakywonbin]

@mosviqu 🤭🤭🤭

[youreverydayfangirl]

afterglow

pairing: charles leclerc x australian! reader

summary: y/n made a rash decision, or in which charles fights for his girl

warning: age gap relationship, hate, teeniest angst to fluff

a/n: pt 3 guyss

find pt 1 here and pt 2 here!!!

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liked by charlesleclerc, francisca.cgomes and 8, 987, 374 others

yourusername WONDERLAND TOUR is officially a wrap guysss

francisca.cgomes my bestie is so talented and gorgeous

→ yourusername francisca.cgomes STOP I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

→ yourusername I CANT WAIT TO SEE YOU AGAIN

→ user1 your honor i love them

charlesleclerc so proud of you

→ yourusername thank you charles

→ user2 PARENTS

oliviarodrigo NEW MUSIC WHEN

→ yourusername oliviarodrigo SSHH

→ user2 WHAT DO YOU KNOW

user2 and people said she was a gold digger when she already has MILLIONS

user3 i miss her and charles so much

user4 charles in the likes i see 👀

user5 he still wants her so bad omg

user5 and people said she was the obsessed one

user6 CHARLES COMMENT OMG

user7 no cause she started single, they started dating, got engaged and broke up all during this tour

→ user8 STOPPP

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liked by charlesleclerc, francisca.cgomes and 6, 798 365 others

yourusername girls trip w my fav w @ francisca.cgomes

tagged: francisca.cgomes

francisca.cgomes tea was spily not only metaphorically but literally

→ yourusername francisca.cgomes STOPPP YOU SAID YOU WOULDNT TELL

→ francisca.cgomes i lied

→ yourusername traitor

→ francisca.cgomes hehe

→ user1 you should pay for her therapy francisca.cgomes

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→ user2 girl what tea 👀☕

→ francisca.cgomes steaming hot tea

→ yourusername francisca.cgomes SHUT UP

charlesleclerc gorgeous

→ user3 get me a man that pines for me the way charles does for y/n

→ user4 word its been months

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liked by charlesleclerc, pierregasly and 9, 287, 637 others

yourusername life recently

tagged: francisca.gomes, lilymhe, oliviarodrigo

francisca.cgomes shoulde put the photo in where you stacked it

→ yourusername francisca.cgomes wow i see how it is

lilymhe i missed you on the grid

→ yourusername ME TOOO

oliviarodrigo hehehe im excited

→ yourusername same omg

→ user1 WHAT IS IT TELL MEEEE

charlesleclerc the most beautiful girl ever

pierregasly i heard that charlesleclerc saved 55 orphans from a burning building

landonorris charlesleclerc bought everyone on the grid a free round

carlossainz55 charlesleclerc let me drive his new car.

maxverstappen1 charlesleclerc saved my cat from a tree the other day

lewishamilton charlesleclerc babysits roscoe all the time for me

oscarpiastri charlesleclerc payed for my tuition. thanks dad.

loganseargant charlesleclerc saved me from a cricket

alexalbon charlesleclerc saved my dog the other day. hes a good man savannah.

georgerussell ohhhhh

→ carmenmmundt 🤦‍♀️

georgerussell charlesleclerc bought me a new ferrari

user2 what is going on in the house of commons

yourusername has posted two stories

caption 1 a bit heavy

caption 2 feeling pretty spoilt

liked by charlesleclerc, landonorris and 654, 786 others

landonorris maybe he does have game

pierregasly that works aswell ig

charlesleclerc mon amor

yourusername i love you so much you don't even understand

charlesleclerc no one will ever even begin to understand how much i love you

charlesleclerc i need you more than oxygen

yourusername has posted one story

caption 1: if you know you know

liked by charlesleclerc, francisca.cgomes and 567, 897 others

charlesleclerc i can't wait to see you today

yourusername me to my love

francisca.cgomes your stunning omfg

yourusername STOPP ITT

yourusername has posted

liked by charlesleclerc, francisca.cgomes and 15, 678, 892 others

yourusername i heard he saved 55 orphans from a burning building

tagged: charlesleclerc

pierregasly charlesleclerc i told you it would work

→ charlesleclerc it didnt

→ pierregasly sure it didn't

charlesleclerc my eternal sunshine

→ yourusername i love you so much stop it

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liked by charlesleclerc, oliviarodrigo and 20, 485, 383 others

yourusername i'm excited to annouce that my third album afterglow comes out next thursday guysss. this album was along time coming and it has been pieced together in a story for you guys to fully understed my perspective over the past two years. from heartbreak, to peace, to understanding what true love feels like. the title track 'afterglow' will feature oliviarodrigo much love you guys.

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the tracklist:

you're losing me, this is me trying, i hate it here, illicit affairs, the prophecy, loml, the black dog, bye, guilty as sin?, begin again, so highschool, dancing with our hands tied, so american, king of my heart, you are in love, call it what you want, daylight, but daddy i love him, afterglow ft olivia rodrigo, paper rings, lover, timeless, the manuscript

charlesleclerc pov you've already heard the songs

→ youusername pov you should shut up

francisca.cgomes so excited

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oliviarodrigo it was an amazing experience getting to collab with you

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a/n: happy ending!!! also i will probably end up doing a pt4 at some point with wedding fluff.

[writingstoraes]

part two of charles leclerc/fem!verstappen!reader pls your first one was so good!!!

red vs red 🚥

pairing: charles leclerc/fem!verstappen!reader

type: instagram imagine/social media au

notes: thank u for loving the first, anon! hope u like this one 🤍 and thank u for requesting heheh, also formatting may look weird in ios devices idk this app wont let me fix the errors in bold letters 😭

summary: no peaceful race when there's banter between your boyfriend and your own brother, might as well just join the ruckus they cause!

reading the first part isn't necessary, just provides context! but if you want, read part 1 here!

ynverstappen

liked by lilymhe, charles_leclerc, pierregasly, and 870,445 others

ynverstappen happy race week, everybody! glad to be back in the paddock supporting my favorite driver ever ❤ goodluck, my baby love charles_leclerc! will be waiting for you after quali with lots of kisses and hugs :)

ps. spending quali in ferrari because i am on redbull duty tomorrow 🙏

charles_leclerc Always happy you're by my side, amoúr. Je táime 😘

maxverstappen Will never get used to this 🤮

ynverstappen we've literally been together for 3 years

maxverstappen And by favorite driver ever, you mean me, right?

charles_leclerc Are you the one in the picture? Then no 🙂

scuderiaferrari Red is your color, Y/N! ❤️

redbullracing Absolutely not, we do not think so!

scuderiaferrari Respectfully, no one asked you.

lestappen16 Love how even the team admins are in their own playful feud 😭

pierreluvr someone give y/n a break from dealing with charles and max lmaooowjwjsjsj

maxverstappen Why are you making it sound like supporting me at redbull is a responsibility and not something you want to do? 😔

charles_leclerc Because it's not.

ynverstappen jesus i just want one peaceful race is it so hard to ask for

ynverstappen

liked by maxverstappen, arthurleclerc, isahernaez, and 780,223 others

ynverstappen watching today's race from the redbull garage! wishing my dearest brother the best today, please stop believing the rumors he spreads re: me hating red bull. he is overdramatic. anyway, here's a selfie of max and i at quali yesterday! 🤍

tagged: maxverstappen

charles_leclerc You're not in our garage? Okay that makes me sad then 💔

ynverstappen will still root for you, don't worry 😁

maxverstappen Not under my watch you're not

maxverstappen My own sister wearing a ferrari jacket beside her brother who races for red bull. The betrayal is just so.

charles_leclerc Deserved.

f1fann NOT CHARLES SAYING DESERVED?@?@*@*

redbullracing We love having you here, Y/N 🖤

scuderiaferrari 😒

ynverstappen

liked by pierregasly, redbullracing, scuderiaferrari, and 450,221 others

ynverstappen my boys have done it again! congratulations on the podium, men who continuously pester me at every race weekend ❤️

tagged: maxverstappen & charles_leclerc

charles_leclerc My biggest fan ❤️ Je tàime, baby!

maxverstappen That's literally my sister

charles_leclerc She's literally my girlfriend

maxverstappen #1 supporter! Love you to bits, sister 😄

ferraredbull LESTAPPEN WINS ONCE AGAIN

vers166 y/n should get an award for dealing w charles and max everyday

ynverstappen amen sister 🙏

landonorris Leave them and support me at McLaren!

charles_leclerc ??

maxverstappen No.

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tagging: @slytherheign

notes: ig imagines take sooo long 😭 lmk what u guys think!

[kaiserkisser]

mutuals appreciation post

omg i cant believe im already writing another one what- anyways again, im just making this to let all of you guys know that i appreciate you LOADS. every single one of my mutuals. doesn't matter if ive mentioned you here or not, if youre a mutual, that means i do remember you and will never stop loving you /gen. i seriously LOVE you guys. thank you so so much for putting up and staying with me, talking to me and being friends with me. i cant express how much it means to me. happy new year, all of you ♡♡♡

(i wanted to write essays for everyone wtf this isnt at all enough but tis a LONG post nonetheless lmao)

oh also a little gift for everyone hehehe <3333

@meowmaii MY LOVELY ONLINE LIL SIS ILYSMMM. interacting with you and seeing u on my dash or notifs brings me smmm joy istg and im so so so proud of you for being you!!!! i am so very glad to have gotten to talk to you my dear behen and i hope we never stop talking <333 i genuinely love u so so much thank you for being here and being yourself! ♡ help i could literally make this a 50-page long essay sooo ill stop here. for now. :333 here's to another year together and to us never stopping talking to e/o hehe :333

@thegolden-tigeress SHREEEE ARGHHH another of my absolute favorite people on the planet!!! tysm for everything!!!! i literally appreciate your existence and you so so much i cant even begin to express it ♡♡♡ thank you soooo much for talking to me and sending me asks n tagging me and stuff!!!! it makes me feel so so seen bby <33 i promise ill try to interact more with u this next year after boards r over! im so so proud of u for being here despite the bs lifes giving u!! heres to us talking more and more simping over chuuya this next year haha ily take care <33

@kavehpilled aaand hello to u my dear online older brother :33 (help am i picking up siblings like pokemons-) anw!!! thank you for regularly interacting with me n remembering me despite how busy, chaotic and CRAZY(??!!!? HELLO??!?!) life is for u :3 i love talking to u so so much hehe <3 it always makes me SO happy to see u in my notifs, inbox or on my dash going insane over arcane (youre making me wonder if i should get into arcane too.) take care noah!! you being kaveh is great and all BUT dont become overworked and broke like him- :3

@floraldresvi you ANGELLLL!!!!! i did already send u a nice long christmas tree message so !!! ill keep this short but thank you so so much for remembering me!!! ill not have been very active for a while and then all of a sudden ill see you in my notifs or inbox or dash and go 'YAYYY ITS VI EEEE!!' and jump in happiness :333 (and just you wait grrr once my exams are over ill unleash ❀✿ anon on the world again and youll be the first victim mwehehehe :333) take care vivi ilysmmmm/p <33

@milk-violet MIMIIII :3333 tis our dearest ray of sunshine, incredibly talented star, god-level pjsk player and kazuha's most beloved lover <33333 i swear, talking to you is always soooo fun it leaves me smiling without fail :33 i love love love !!! seeing your energy and interactions on my dash and in notifs!!! aaa im so glad i got to meet u n talk to u this year!!! take care n i hope we talk more this next year ehe!!! <33

@alexisomnias LEXIIII !!! another person i absolutely love seeing on dash!!!!! admittedly, i havent interacted much this year but nonetheless i do always !!! remember u n thinking of u makes me smile without fail <33 ur so so so sweet and fun whenever we talk and it makes me vv happy <333 and istg u n kaveh are SO adorable omfg i ship you two SOO much its insane djdhs :333 take care lexi!!! <3

@mlkbwunnies oh my god yinggie!!!! again, ive often said this to u but youre are genuinely SUCH a wonderful person!!!! you give off such a comforting vibe that i always feel vv relaxed n happy when i talk to you <33 interacting with u n seeing u on dash makes my day hehe ♡ youre so so very caring and kind and loving and i still cant believe i get to be moots with someone as amazing as you!! take care of yourself!! you and alhaitham are so cute too ohmygoshh :33

@damyoujackson ok so you. tbh i have NO idea when youll be seeing this. may be a month or year later when im out of the schl or maybe today (in which case im running away bye.) BUT. thank u sm for being my friend. like genuinely fgfdffg omg i swear youve been one of my absolute best friends so like. tysm for listening to me yap and yk, putting up with my weirdness haha i cant even express how glad i am to have met you jajsdj !! hopefully we still stay in touch aaajshs (also if u see this before ive left then NO we dont talk about this.) take care bro n dont be a stranger :333

@punkisntdeadandneitherami orion!!!!!! thank u so much for interacting with me!!! (i wouldve honestly not reached out cuz social anxiety lmao) BUT!!! i loveeee talking to u and seeing u in my notifs!!!! youre such a chill and cool person djsjjshs youre one of the first people who come to my mind when i think of my moots or of tagging ppl !!! thanks for being moots with me shshs :33

@fishii28 youre such a wonderfully sweet person fishii !!!!!! its always been SUCH a delight to talk to u mwehehehe :33 and omg yukifishi >>>>>> hopefully we talk more this next year, please take care dear because you deserve nothing but the absolute best in the world, and im so so happy and proud of you for still being here despite everything!!!!! thank u so sooooo much for interacting with me <33333

@blackcherriestxox styx!!!! we only started talking recently but you are SUCH an incredibly fun person to talk to!!!! youre so silly hehe /pos/lh n i love ur vibes!!! +your aesthetic >>>>> thanks for listening to my rambles XD and and lmk if u read bllk hehehe anw im so so very glad i started talking to u!!! heres to getting to know e/o better this next year :33

@fyodorsushankaaa oliviaaaa <333 thank u so so much for filling up my notifs hehe it makes me feel sooo seen <333 but at the same time please don't burn/stress yourself out!! i loooveee talking to u :333 and oof ykw im gonna fix a day to spam u in return too mwahaha :333 hopefully we talk more next year ^-^ anw thank u sm for being mutuals with me!!! <33

@hoicacti cacti my dearest!!!!!!/p ilysmmm omg somehow ur always there for me for me when i need it even if u urself might not know it shdhdbshsj thank u smm for your kind words, asks and messages!!!! i often think of you and how sweet u are!!! interacting with u is SUCH a pleasure omg and i appreciate you so so soooo much its insane !!!! sjsj take care!!! <333

@still-fatemeh @s0lace-1n-s0l1tude @magicalgear @raskoln1kovsaxe +

@softmeetscreatureplz @siimplyapril you guys, thank you SO much for tagging me in stuff and interacting with me !!!!!!! makes me feel so happy even if i might not always do the tag games <333 (i have all the picrew ones saved in my drafts lmao i promise ill do them-) anw thanks for always remembering me and tagging me <3333 hopefully we interact more next year too <3333 (had to seperate the first tags from the last bc cant tag more than five in a row :( )

alright i think the tags r over for now... im sorry if ive forgotten any of my close moots :((( but to those mutuals who havent been tagged, if u see this please dont think ive forgotten u!!! i absolutely do remember u n love u its just we havent interacted one on one much soo i was nervous to tag yall ahaha...

anw thats it i think! to every single person reading this, happy new year!!! lets hope that this is our year lmao- everyone please take care of yourselves!!! i love u all smm <333

[the-kr8tor]

Girl listen

(fluffy Fridays when you will be refreshed and feel ok <3)

Hobie and reader babysitting mayday as per usual when reader goes to put her down to sleep they sing an old lullaby in their native language (hehehe) and hobies like 🥲😳😮✨💗💗💗✨🥹😌☺️💜 ya know? That would be dream <3

Love ya <3

Drink water and take care of yourself ok?? 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗✨💗😌💗

Hi, sunshine!! Thank you for the lovely request ❤️ hope you like it!

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, FLUFF.

It's Fluffy Friday!

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Hobie stops in his tracks when he hears your singing voice. He's heard you sing before but never like this, your voice is soft singing a lullaby in your native language. Accent unmistakable since Hobie has heard you talk in your language before, (usually when you're mad or happy)

He smiles, fondness blossoming in his chest. He should ask you to sing in your language more often.

You quietly coo at Mayday slowly closing her eyes but she's clearly fighting her sleepiness, opening her big blue eyes for a second before she slowly closes them again. Holding her snug in your arms, you rock her in rhythm to the song you're singing. She yawns, you chuckle at her adorable sleepy expression.

Hobie lingers in the doorway, leaning against the door frame, he watches and listens to you intently. The song carries over to him, he wonders what the lyrics translate to in english. He makes a mental note to ask you later.

Your voice lowers to an almost whisper, the lullaby covers his senses like a warm blanket, making his eyes go heavy, stifling a yawn. He probably caught Mayday's contagious yawn. Muscles relax, eyes firmly shut, Hobie dozes off in the doorway, your sweet voice slowly fades in the background. He almost slips when he leans a little too far inside the room. Gripping the doorframe, Hobie wakes up immediately when he feels himself falling. He saves himself from face planting on the wooden floor and waking up Mayday with the noise.

You notice the slight gasp he made, turning around to face him, smiling when you see him freeze in an angle, still gripping the wooden frame with an iron grip. Thankfully, Mayday has drifted off to sleep, suckling on her small thumb.

Hobie straightens up to his full height, index finger on his mouth, shushing you before you let out a laugh. You clam up, lips clamping shut with a ghost of a smile. Your eyes brighten up when he walks towards you, half lidded eyes staring at you.

"You okay?" You whisper, if not for Hobie's enhanced hearing, he wouldn't have heard it.

He answers you by planting a sickenly sweet kiss to the crown of your head, Hobie cradles the back of your head, you close your eyes with his touch, sighing at the affection. You suddenly feel sleepy like the little bundle in your arms.

You thank him by pecking his jaw, his stubble scratching your lips. You leave another kiss on the corner of his lip for good measure. He softly smiles.

Hobie doesn't forget Mayday, he gently rubs her rosy cheek with his finger. When she doesn't stir in her sleep, that's your cue to lay her down on her bassinet. You bend to your waist, careful of her tiny head, she snuggles with the little stuffed toy of spiderman that lays right next to her

You stretch your arms, gesturing for Hobie to step closer for an embrace. He surrenders completely to your touch, head laying on your shoulder, long arms enveloping your body. Mindful of his weight, he doesn't lean fully into you.

Your Heartbeats sync with each other.

Rocking him in your arms, Hobie chuckles deeply from his chest, but quietly enough so he doesn't wake the baby. You grin at the vibration from his quiet laugh.

"You want me to sing to you too?" You ask with a whisper, your hand kneads at the back of his neck, relaxing him more. Hobie's sure he's gonna fall asleep again.

"Please" Hobie mumbles against your neck, you feel his piercing against your neck, tickling you slightly.

You start to sing in English, Hobie groans, clinging to you tightly. You backtrack, whispering to him, "what's wrong?"

Hobie closes his eyes, "Can you sing the same song?" He can smell your familiar perfume lingering on your skin. Hobie presses a chaste kiss behind your ear.

"In my language?"

"Mm-hmm" He hums.

"Okay, but can we move to the bed before you fall asleep in my arms? You're not as light as Mayday"

"As long as you sing me to sleep too" Hobie says softly, yawning.

You catch his yawn, making you yawn too. "My big baby" you coo. "Let's take a nap then"

"Peter owes us, that kid is a menace. I'm bloody knackered"

You lead each other towards the bed, cuddling and singing softly. Hobie falls asleep almost immediately even though he fights it just to listen to you sing a little bit longer.

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Thank you for reading! Please consider reblogging if you enjoyed it ❤️

[melonsodypop]

Hello! It's gettin' hot in here ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Yakuza men and walking in on them pleasuring themselves and moaning reader's name (and maybe vice versa?) Thank you!

yakuza men and walking in/getting walked in on !

☾ pairing - kazuma kiryu, goro majima, taiga saejima, shun akiyama, y0!akira nishikiyama, daigo dojima, ryuji goda/afab!reader (all seperate)

☾ tags - nsfw, minors dni, no gendered terms or pronouns used, bullet list format, masturbation, moaning, exhibitionism/voyeurism, no use of y/n, dubcon (majima tricks reader into catching him), fingering, handjobs, dildos/vibrators, oral (both male and reader receiving), orgasm control, overstimulation, implied multiple rounds

☾ a/n - ogghhh this intrigues me... >:3 for this one i've split them up into who i think is more likely to be the one caught and who's more likely to catch you in the act heheh

kazuma kiryu ☾ walking in on you

circumstances had put you in a hotel room with him god knows where

kiryu had acted like a perfect gentleman the entire time despite you two having to share a room, so much so that he'd excuse himself out on the balcony for a smoke if you needed to change or shower

his courtesy was heartwarming, but you couldn't stand it, his kindness only fanning the flames of your desire for him to be a little less ungentlemanly

he had left you in the hotel to do whatever business demanded his attention at the moment, giving you an approximate time of his return

you had waved him off with a smile before laying yourself on the tv and turning whatever show on that the hotel cable had for free to distract yourself until he was back

the show was so dull, your thoughts eventually wandering back to kiryu - those broad shoulders of his, the way those veins in his arm pop when he rolls his sleeves up to his elbows

you decide that you can't take it anymore - glancing at the clock, you decide you have enough time until he gets back to relieve yourself of the growing ache between your legs

kiryu had managed to get the information he needed out on the streets far sooner than he expected

he internally notes how convenient it is that at this hotel, all you needed was to tap the keycard to unlock the door

unfortunately for you, that means you don't even hear the door open as you continue to moan and pant, your fingers knuckles deep in your core

kiryu freezes as he hears a name - no, his name - slip from your lips, the airiness in your voice and the wet noises of your fingers slipping in and out of your folds unmistakable

he closes the door hastily behind him, gritting his teeth as he feels his pants become tight

he nearly snaps the doorknob off in his grip as he restrains himself, knowing that he should just leave and pretend he didn't hear anything - but he can't ignore how you're moaning, wishing it was him inside of you instead of your own fingers

he eventually lets his lust win, and you still don't register his presence until you hear him gruffly call your name, gripping your wrist and pulling your hand away from your clenching hole

he doesn't even let you apologize for being so shameless before he's crashing his mouth onto yours, replacing your fingers with his much thicker ones

"say it again," he pleads when he pulls away, his eyes dilated and his voice gravelly with need, "say my name again, please"

goro majima ☾ walking in on him

majima had given you a copied key to his place, a gleeful grin on his lips as he told you to come over whenever you pleased

you were initially suspicious of his reasons, with how guarded someone like him should be with his place of living - but he waved you off, insisting that he just thought you would need a place to crash if you were ever in the area

one day you were, in fact, in the area, deciding to come say hello after you finished eating dinner with some friends

you come up to knock on the door of his penthouse, marveling at the extravagance at the place until a lack of an answer made you stop in your tracks

oh, what the hell, you thought - he wasn't the kind of guy who would hold it against you if you let yourself in

so you do, gingerly easing the door open just in case he booby-trapped the front door open or something

instead, you get a clear eyeful of majima sitting on the couch, his legs spread and his head lazing back on the backrest as he fists his reddened cock in a gloved hand

you're almost about to excuse yourself the fuck out of there despite the way the sight sends a rush of blood down between your thighs when you hear him gasp out your name

"f-fuck, yeah, jus' like that, you feel so good"

you swallow thickly as you watch his hips buck up with every mutter of your name, frozen in place until he suddenly senses your presence and lifts his head

the movement of his hand stroking his cock slows but doesn't stop as he makes eye contact with you, a shameless grin pulling at his lips

"heh, speak of the devil," he pants, and he can tell your gaze is stuck on the way he thumbs his precum-sodden slit

"well? ya gonna come help me out, or are ya just gonna keep being a sick little voyeur over there?"

chuckles when you climb into his lap, enjoying the feeling of your soft hand wrapping around his length much more than his own

kisses your lips and neck appreciatively as you stroke him, his cock twitching eagerly in response to your touch

"you like that little show i put on for ya? hah, thought you would"

wait, did he know you were coming over?

you think back to the suspicious little grin he had when he had handed your key - had he planned this all along?

well, maybe the ends justified the means - it's not like you hated being in his lap, after all, not when he was slipping his hand under your waistband and starting to rub at your already dampened panties

taiga saejima ☾ walking in on you

you had given saejima an extra key to your place, an action that secretly had made him extremely happy since it meant he could come ensure that you were safe with occasional check-ins or during a potential emergency

he had come to your apartment late one night, his brow furrowing when all your lights were off and you weren't out in the living room like you usually were

worry gripped his heart immediately - you were usually home from work by this time, and he couldn't help but think that something happened to you

he internally asks for your forgiveness for barging in, making his way into your apartment

he perks up when he hears your voice coming from the bedroom, his worry only growing when he hears you panting and groaning

he rushes to you, immediately ready to punch the daylights out of whatever thief or kidnapper dared to break into your apartment when he nearly rips the bedroom door off its hinges

in reality, you had been trying (and failing) to make yourself cum for a better part of an hour now, fucking your swollen hole with the dildo you kept in your nightstand and so desperately trying to imagine saejima's dick inside of you instead of the toy

you're right in the middle of gasping out his name when the door slamming open startles you, saejima's looming figure suddenly at the end of your bed

saejima chokes when he sees the state you're in: halfway undressed, your exposed chest rising and falling with pants, your skin slick with sweat, the dildo stuffed in your glistening pussy

he knows he clearly heard his name as he barged in, interrupting your stuttered apologies - "didja say my name?"

he growls when you shyly admit to it, shedding his jacket to the ground before crawling over you

kisses you hungrily before he's reaching between your legs and gently tugging the dildo from where it's snugly fit in your pussy, pulling back to look at it disapprovingly

it's almost like he's offended that this stupid piece of silicone got to touch you instead of him, tossing it aside before replacing it with his ring and middle fingers

his thick digits alone stretch your walls further than the dildo could, saejima watching your facial expressions carefully

"y'know, if ya wanted me to fuck ya, ya could've just asked," he grumbles, ignoring how achingly hard he was getting in his pants as he watched you fall apart on his fingers, "coulda saved us both a lotta time"

shun akiyama ☾ walking in on him

akiyama is bad at remembering to do a lot of things, and remembering to close or lock his door behind him is one of them

he had also carelessly forgotten that he had invited you over to discuss something earlier that day

so there he was, carelessly spread out on his bed with his trousers unzipped and lazily stroking his cock

his meeting with you today had left him simmering with desire, unable to keep the memory of your beautiful smile and your stunning figure out of his head

akiyama's mouthy, even when it's just himself, the dirty talk and stuttered groans of your name pouring from his lips like a waterfall

you had arrived at the appointed time, rightfully confused when there was no answer to your knocks and calls

you decided to just jiggle the knob for the heck of it while you waited for him, chuckling to yourself when it actually swung open - it was so like him to accidentally leave his front door unlocked

akiyama had absolutely no idea that you had entered his apartment, too busy bucking his hips up into his fist and moaning out your name

that is, until he finally caught sight of you watching him with wide eyes in his bedroom doorway

he had left that door wide open too - but in his defense, he lived alone, so why would he?

he sits up straight immediately, his eyebrows nearly going up into his hairline as he scrambles to zip his slacks back up

"uh... i take it that i forgot to lock the front door," he chuckles awkwardly, a rare blush on his cheeks as he avoids your gaze

he clears his throat, his brain reeling as you step into the bedroom instead of excusing yourself. "ah... how long were you standing there, anyways?" he asks, his heart dropping to his ass as he realizes he probably heard him moaning your name

his eyes widen as you answer his question by going to unzip his trousers again

he grits his teeth when you lick the reddened tip of his erection, keeping himself from cumming embarrassingly early

there's not a lot of times where akiyama's grateful for his own forgetfulness - but right now, with your pretty lips wrapped around his cock, he thinks leaving his door unlocked is the best mistake he's ever made in his life

akira nishikiyama ☾ walking in on him

being a 20 year old man, nishiki's a horridly hormonal creature

he used to have a pretty healthy libido before he met you, but now with his growing crush on you he's starting to go through an embarrassing amount of tissues

he had just said goodbye to you after you visited him at his stiflingly small apartment, waiting until you were just out of earshot before he was quickly shutting the door without bothering to lock it

his cock was so hard in his pants from just your mere presence, the goodbye hug you gave him giving him an intoxicating whiff of your perfume

he bit down on his lower lip as he unzipped his pants right then and there and pulls his cock from the fly of his boxers, his eyes screwing shut as he finally gets some relief to the ache that's been growing ever since you came over

he's halfway through a struggled gasp of your name when the door opens, his eyes widening when he realizes it's you

you had just come back to grab something you had forgotten, but now you're faced with nishiki leaned up against the wall, his pretty cock in hand and his hair falling messily over his eyes, the utterance of your name dying on his tongue

he quickly stuffs his erection back in his pants, profusely apologizing and kicking himself for probably ruining whatever chance he had with you with his horndog behavior

what he doesn't expect is you kicking the front door closed and pressing your lips to his, slipping a hand between your bodies to palm his bulge through his pants

nishiki thinks he must've died and gone to heaven as he fiercely kisses you back, moaning into your mouth when you work the front of his slacks open and start pumping the length of his erection yourself

his brow furrows in concentration as he cradles the back of your head with one hand and slips his other under your waistband

he returns the favor of that damn good handie you're giving him by swiping up the slick already collecting at your entrance before rubbing circles around your clit

you both end up cumming just like that, nishiki letting out a strangled cry as he empties himself onto your hand

this time, he remembers to lock the front door before he's dragging you to the futon

"don't think i'm anywhere close to bein' done with you," he pants as he lays you down on your back, "you don't know how long i've been waiting for this"

daigo dojima ☾ walking in on you

daigo had pretty strict rules on touching yourself when he wasn't around

well, more like one rule - don't

he's been away on some long business trip for a week now, and you were starting to go crazy without his touch

as you lay on the bed you shared with him, you buried your face in the pillow with a groan

only to be met with his scent embedded in the sheets, making your desire even worse

you wanted to be good, wanted to obey his rules - but he wasn't going to come back for another day

surely he wouldn't know if you touched yourself once, right?

that's what you told yourself as you finally rolled onto your back, reaching into your nightstand drawer for the vibrator that pretty much was only used when daigo wanted to torment you now

it buzzed to life in your hand, drawing a loud cry as you pressed it against your neglected clit

little did you know, daigo had gotten back from his business trip a day early

as soon as he walked into the front door, his brow furrowed - usually when you heard him come home, you would be rushing to greet him

he figures that you must've stepped out to go shopping, loosening his tie as he made his way to the bedroom

he stops in front of the closed door when he hears the faint sound of a buzzing, and you, crying out his name desperately as you chased your release

you hadn't even noticed the sound of the door opening over the sound of the vibrator, and by the time you've registered daigo's presence he's already leaning over you, pressing the toy harder into you

you can tell he's pissed by the dark look in his eyes, crying out that it's too much stimulation

"you wanted to cum so badly," he mutters, his voice low and gravelly, "so you're going to cum. understand?"

he doesn't move the vibrator away even after you're gushing around it with an orgasm, his grip firm on its base as he holds it steady against your overstimulated pussy

you realize quickly that this is your punishment, daigo determined to make you cum until you're begging for his forgiveness for deigning to touch what's his

"look at you, so desperate," he sneers, even as he moves your hair out of your face so he can watch your fucked-out expression

despite pretending to be angry, he's glad that you just gave him an excuse to punish you so thoroughly - that stupid trip had caused him a ton of stress on top of taking him away from you, and he was happily going to take the rest of the night taking it out on your body

ryuji goda ☾ walking in on you

ryuji had taken you along on one of his business trips, putting both of you in the most luxurious hotel room money could buy

official omi alliance business was constant, but ryuji was never content with leaving you at home

he was about to leave you to go attend whatever bullshit meeting he had been called to that night when he looked down at you hungrily with that cocky smirk on his scarred lips, leaning down to whisper in your ear

"oh yeah, and when i get back? i can't wait to blow your fuckin' back out"

he doesn't even let you process it before he's walking out the door chuckling to himself about riling you up

his words replayed over and over in your mind for the entire hour he was gone, your core pulsing with need every time you imagined what he was about to do to you

by the time he returned, you were on your knees with your chest pressed against the hotel bedsheets, moaning shamelessly as you pumped your fingers in and out of your aching heat and desperately wishing it was ryuji taking you from behind instead

you were so wrapped up in pleasuring yourself that you didn't hear the door opening

ryuji scoffed in amusement as he saw you face down, ass up on the sheets, knuckles-deep in your own pussy - it seems his bid to rile you up worked a little better than he intended

not that he minded - it was cute seeing you so desperate to recreate even a fraction of the pleasure he could give you

you gasped in surprise as you felt him knock your hand away from your folds, looking over your shoulder to see a shit-eating grin on his face

"couldn't even wait for me to get back before yer touchin' yourself? my baby's even more needy than i thought"

next thing you know, he's licking a broad stripe up your slit, moaning at your taste

"fuck, how are ya always this damn sweet?"

makes you cum on his tongue before he's unzipping his pants to give you the backshots he promised, determined to rearrange your guts in return for the little show you had given him earlier

[writingsoftarnishedsilver]

Another Feldcroft Christmas | Sebastian Sallow x OC #34

it is officially December and that means I can share the christmas chapters heheh please enjoy all the upcoming fluff <3

Summary: Evangeline spends another Christmas in Feldcroft. Sebastian gets a very unexpected surprise:)

Words: ~10,400

Tags: Extra Fluff, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Mutual Pining, Friends To Lovers, Slow Burn, Longing, Unspoken Feelings, Fluff Again, Romance, Mentions of Smut, Trope-y, Idiots in Love, Soft Moments, Christmas

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The snow fell softly over Feldcroft, blanketing the small village in a hushed stillness. Hogwarts had been chaotic in the weeks leading up to the holiday break, and the quiet here felt like stepping into a sanctuary. The air smelled clean, crisp with winter, and as he guided Evangeline up the path to his cottage, the familiar sight of its weathered stone walls and modest roof brought a flicker of warmth to his chest.

Home.

A place with no rumors. No whispers about Evangeline. No Boggarts. No Alaric Thornton or Clearwaters. No Muldoons or Noctivus Gaunts. Just peace. And Evie.

He glanced over his shoulder at her, carrying her trunk while the cold nipped at her nose and flushed her cheeks pink. She was bundled in her traveling cloak, her long hair peeking out from beneath her hood, catching bits of snow that shimmered like tiny jewels in the pale light. She looked—Merlin, she looked perfect, though Sebastian quickly shoved that thought into the deep recesses of his mind before it could linger too long.

“You alright back there?” he called, his voice light, though his heart gave an extra thud at the way she smiled at him.

“Perfectly fine,” she replied, a little puff of frost escaping her lips with the words. “Though if you keep slowing down to check on me, I might beat you to the door.”

He smirked, turning back toward the cottage. “You wish.”

The past month had been an unrelenting storm for Evangeline, and true to form, she’d weathered it all with resilience. But it had been a lot. Too much.

She needed this break as much as he did.

Here, in Feldcroft, they could breathe. And maybe Sebastian would find a moment to untangle the mess of emotions that had knotted up inside him since... well, since forever.

Because that knot had tightened unbearably over the past month. When Evangeline had been poisoned, he’d been forced to confront the terrifying fragility of it all. He had spent every possible moment by her side, desperate for her to open her eyes, to laugh at him for worrying so much. Those endless hours had stripped him bare, made him realize just how much he couldn’t lose her.

And then there had been the rumors. For that brief, agonizing moment when he’d foolishly believed that she might have been with another man, that she might be carrying Alaric's child... Merlin, the thought had ripped him apart. The jealousy, the pain, the crushing regret—It had put things into perspective. How quickly circumstances could change. How easily the ground could fall out from beneath him.

Sebastian reached the cottage first, pushing the door open and stepping aside to let her in. The warmth of the fire hit them immediately, the crackling hearth illuminating the modest space in a golden glow. He set her trunk down near the door, watching as Evangeline shed her cloak and stepped inside, her hazel eyes scanning the room with quiet appreciation.

“Thank you,” she said, her voice gentle but sincere. “For inviting me again.”

Sebastian nodded, feeling a lump rise in his throat that he quickly swallowed down. "It's your home as much as it is mine, you know that."

Evangeline’s gaze softened, her fingers lingering on the clasp of her cloak as she turned to look at him. Her hazel eyes, warm and touched with gratitude, conveyed more than words ever could

She moved toward the hearth then, holding out her hands to warm them as Sebastian busied himself unpacking the few provisions he’d packed. It wasn’t much, but it would do until they had a chance to swing by the store.

“So,” he began, breaking the quiet as he glanced over his shoulder at her, “what’s first on the agenda? A walk through the village? A quiet afternoon by the fire? Or,” he added with a sly grin, “do you want me to drag out the old chessboard so I can absolutely annihilate you again?”

Evangeline raised a brow, the corners of her mouth twitching with amusement. “Excuse me, I distinctly remember trouncing you the last time we played.”

“You cheated.”

“I did no such thing.”

“Please,” Sebastian scoffed, turning fully to face her, "You charmed the pieces! Admit it now while I’m still feeling generous.”

Evangeline laughed, a soft, melodic sound that filled the small cottage and warmed the space more than the fire ever could. She turned from the hearth, crossing her arms with mock indignation. “I would never stoop to such levels. Maybe you’re just bad at chess.”

“Bad at chess?" He laughed, "You've never beaten me fairly. Not once."

“Well,” she said, brushing a strand of hair from her face as her smile lingered, “perhaps we’ll just have to play again."

He smirked, leaning against the table with his arms crossed. “Oh, it’s on.”

For a while, the two of them slipped into an easy rhythm—chatting, teasing, settling into the cozy familiarity that had always existed between them. Sebastian found himself watching her more often than he intended, catching the way the firelight danced in her eyes, or how she tucked her hair behind her ear when she thought he wasn’t looking.

He completely thrashed her in chess, not that she seemed to mind much—her laughter spilling across the room as she dramatically bemoaned her defeat.

“Honestly, I think you enjoy humiliating me," she said, leaning back in her chair with a huff.

Sebastian leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, a smug grin plastered on his face. In the recesses of his mind, he found himself tempted—just for a moment—to push the teasing a little further.

How’d you know that’s what I’m into? The thought danced at the edge of his tongue, almost slipping out, almost too easy to say with her sitting there, her cheeks flushed from laughing, her eyes bright and warm.

But he stopped himself.

“Well, humiliating you in chess is hardly a challenge,” he said instead, his tone light, casual. “You make it so easy.”

Evangeline tossed a pawn at him, and he caught it midair, chuckling. “I’ll get you next time,” she promised, her mock-serious tone only making him grin wider.

“Sure. Next time, I’ll play you without my queen,” he teased, standing to clear the board.

As he moved to set the chess pieces back on the shelf, he glanced over his shoulder at her, still perched by the fire. The soft glow of the flames illuminated her features, her expression softened by the warmth of the room. She looked... content.

That’s what he wanted for her. Peace. Safety. A reprieve. But he also wanted—Merlin, he wanted so much more.

The thought lingered, unspoken, as the evening stretched on.

Evangeline had insisted on making dinner, shooing Sebastian away when he offered to help. She’d taken over his modest kitchen with efficiency, her sleeves rolled up and her brow furrowed in concentration. He’d watched her from the doorway, his heart catching in his throat more than once as she hummed softly while stirring a pot.

Dinner had been simple but satisfying, and now Sebastian was settled in his favorite armchair by the fire, a book open in his lap. He wasn’t paying much attention to the words, though. His mind wandered too easily tonight, lingering on the warmth of Evie's laugh, the domesticity of her standing in his modest little cottage as if she belonged there. She did belong there.

Evangeline, meanwhile, was fussing over his bookshelf, her frustration growing by the minute. “I can’t believe I forgot my books,” she muttered under her breath, scanning the rows with an annoyed frown. “I was so sure I packed them.”

Sebastian smirked, glancing up from his page. “Tragic, really. Guess you’ll have to make do with my collection.”

She cast him a mock glare over her shoulder. “As if your taste could ever compare to mine.”

“I’ll have you know, my taste is impeccable."

“That remains to be seen,” she retorted, trailing her fingers along the spines of his books. Her eyes skimmed over titles, most of them unsurprising: spell theory, magical history, a few adventure novels. She was just about to give up when her fingers paused on something unexpected, something shoved towards the back.

“Sebastian,” she said, her voice laced with barely contained amusement. “What's this?”

He glanced up, his brow furrowing. “What’s what?”

Evangeline turned, holding up a thin book with a gold-embossed title. Intimacies and Affections: A Guide to Healthy Romances.

Sebastian’s stomach dropped.

Her eyes were wide with mock disbelief, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips. “This?” she asked, shaking the book lightly. “This is yours?”

He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Put that back.”

“Oh, no. No, no, no,” she said, her voice lilting with barely restrained laughter as she flipped it open, skimming the first page. "You relentlessly teased me last year for having this, and you've had it all along?!" Her voice pitched slightly higher in disbelief.

“It’s a useless book," he said quickly, though the faint blush creeping up his neck said otherwise.

“Useless? You seemed to have kept it well-preserved,” she teased, holding the book up to the light and inspecting it as if she were appraising a rare treasure. “Not even a cracked spine. You’ve been keeping it pristine.”

Sebastian huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I haven’t touched it since I got it.”

“Oh?” Her smirk widened, her eyes gleaming with amusement. “So you’ve never flipped through it? Not even once?”

“No.”

“Liar.”

“For Christ’s sake,” he muttered, dragging his hands down his face as if he could physically hide from her relentless teasing.

Evangeline’s grin only widened, her amusement spilling over in soft laughter. “Oh, this is too good. I thought you were a romance and intimacy expert, Sebastian? Surely all your late-night rendezvous with Chelsea have—”

Sebastian’s head snapped up, his scowl sharp enough to cut through stone. “Don’t,” he said flatly, his voice clipped. “Don’t bring her up.”

Evangeline paused, her smirk faltering as she caught the unmistakable irritation in his tone. “What? Why not?”

Sebastian let out a slow, measured breath, leaning back in his chair as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Because she’s irrelevant.”

“Is she?” Evangeline pressed, her brow furrowing slightly. “She seemed pretty relevant when you were ditching our study sessions."

Sebastian rolled his eyes, the memory alone enough to irritate him all over again. “Chelsea has a tendency to get... possessive. And irrational.”

“Ah, yes,” Evangeline said, her tone turning dry. “The qualities everyone looks for in a partner.”

“She wasn’t a partner,” Sebastian snapped, sharper than he intended. He sighed, dragging a hand through his hair as he tried to temper his frustration. “It was casual. Always casual. She knew that from the start.”

Evangeline raised a brow, setting the book down on the armrest as she leaned slightly closer, curiosity sparking in her hazel eyes. “Did she, though? Because for the past month, she looked at me like she wanted to hex me out of existence.”

Sebastian’s lips pressed into a thin line. Chelsea’s reaction to him spending countless hours at Evangeline’s bedside after her poisoning had been... unpleasant, to say the least. She’d shown up in the hospital wing more than once, demanding to know why he was so fixated on Evangeline, why he wasn’t prioritizing her. Every time, he’d calmly reminded her, firstly, Evageline was his best friend, and secondly, that their arrangement had no strings attached.

But clearly, Chelsea hadn’t gotten the memo.

“I ended things weeks ago,” Sebastian said, his voice firm but weary. “She wasn’t happy about it, obviously, but I made it clear where I stood.”

Evangeline’s expression shifted. “I didn’t know that,” she said quietly, her fingers tracing the edge of the book without really looking at it. “I thought... I don’t know what I thought.”

Sebastian scoffed, shaking his head. “I don’t know why you thought anything about her in the first place. She never mattered.”

Evangeline blinked, her gaze flickering to his for a moment before she looked away, her voice hesitant. “Well... she clearly thought you mattered.”

He sighed, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, his hands clasped loosely. “She caught feelings. I didn’t. That’s all there is to it.” His voice softened slightly, his frustration ebbing. “I couldn’t keep leading her on."

Evangeline studied him for a long moment, but she didn’t push further. Instead, she leaned back, her fingers tapping lightly against the book. “Well,” she said, her tone turning lighter, “at least you’ve got this guide to help you figure out what not to do in the future.”

Sebastian groaned, letting his head fall back against the chair as she started laughing again. “Alright, alright. You’ve had your fun. Now put it back.”

“Oh, no. This is staying out.” She grinned, flipping through the pages again, her fingers trailing over the neatly printed text. “It’s a treasure, Sebastian. I can’t believe you’ve kept it in such pristine condition. You even dog-eared a page!”

“What?” He froze, his brows knitting together. “I did not.”

“Oh, but you did.” Her smirk widened as she held the book up, tilting it just enough to show the faint crease in one of the pages. “Right here. Let’s see what wisdom you were so desperate to keep.”

“Give me that,” he said, lunging forward, but she pulled it away, laughing as she hopped off the chair and darted toward the other side of the room.

“Evangeline, I’m serious! Hand it over.”

She twirled around a corner, holding the book high above her head like some coveted prize. “Oh, no. If I had to suffer your teasing, then it’s only fair you endure the same.” Her laughter bubbled through the air as she darted around the small cottage.

“Evie,” he warned, his voice low and dangerous, “I’m not above wrestling it out of your hands.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” she called back over her shoulder, narrowly dodging him as he reached for her.

“Oh, wouldn’t I?” He grinned, now chasing her around the table. She ducked and weaved, her movements lithe. The book wavered in her grasp as her laughter turned breathless.

“You’ll have to try harder than that!” she teased, but her triumphant smirk was short-lived. As she dashed toward the sofa, she misjudged her footing on the rug, her momentum causing her to stumble. Sebastian, hot on her heels, didn’t have time to stop, and the two of them collided.

“Merlin’s—” His words were cut off as they both tumbled to the ground in a tangle of limbs.

Evangeline let out a surprised yelp, the book slipping from her grasp and landing with a soft thud a few feet away. When the world stopped spinning, Sebastian found himself flat on his back, Evangeline sprawled across him, her hands pressed against his chest as she tried to steady herself. Her hair had come loose in the fall, spilling around them like a dark curtain, and for a moment, the only sound was their breath mingling in the quiet space between them.

Sebastian blinked up at her, momentarily disoriented but acutely aware of every point of contact—the warmth of her body against his, the satisfying weight of her perched on his lap. His hands, which had instinctively shot out to catch her mid-fall, were now settled lightly on her waist.

“Are you alright?” Sebastian asked finally, his voice low, his tone hovering somewhere between genuine concern and teasing amusement.

Evangeline froze, her wide hazel eyes locking onto his. Her cheeks flushed a deep red, a stark contrast against her pale skin. “Fine,” she managed, her voice a little breathless. “Just… not exactly where I planned to end up.”

He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. “Oh, so this wasn’t part of your master plan?”

She narrowed her eyes at him, though the flush on her cheeks deepened. “Shut up.”

Sebastian’s grin widened, and before he could stop himself, he let his head fall back against the floor with a chuckle. “Merlin, you’re dangerous. Who knew a book thief could be so reckless?”

Her lips parted, a protest clearly forming, but then her gaze flicked down, and for the first time, she seemed to fully register their position. Her hands were still splayed on his chest, his heartbeat steady but quick beneath her palms, and his hands rested lightly on her hips, his fingers brushing against the fabric of her sweater.

Evangeline tried to push herself up, but her movement only served to shift her weight against him, drawing a sharp intake of breath from Sebastian. His grip on her waist instinctively tightened, steadying her before she could fall again.

“Careful,” he murmured.

“I—I’m trying,” she stammered, her blush creeping down to her neck as she quickly averted her gaze. “You’re the one who tackled me!”

“You tripped,” he corrected, a smirk tugging at his lips. “And, for the record, I tried to stop you from falling.”

Her eyes snapped back to his, narrowing. “Oh, is that what this is? You saving me?”

“Absolutely,” he said with a nod. “Though, I admit, the results aren’t as graceful as I’d hoped.”

She let out a huff, clearly trying to mask the nervous laugh that bubbled up in her throat. “You’re impossible.”

Sebastian tilted his head slightly, his expression softening as he studied her. “And you’re still on top of me.”

Evangeline froze, her eyes widening as the realization seemed to sink in. With a sharp inhale, she scrambled to get off him, her movements hurried and slightly clumsy as she tried to regain her footing.

Sebastian’s hands fell away reluctantly, and though he tried to hide it, the faintest flicker of disappointment crossed his face as she put distance between them. The warmth of her absence was almost immediate, leaving him momentarily bereft as he pushed himself upright.

“Right,” she muttered, smoothing down her sweater and refusing to meet his gaze. “Sorry about that.”

“No need to apologize,” Sebastian said, his voice teasing but soft. He propped himself up on his elbows, watching her as she fussed with her hair, her cheeks still painted a brilliant shade of red. “If you ever feel like toppling over again, I’m happy to oblige.”

“Sebastian,” she groaned, turning to glare at him,

“What?” he said with a grin, leaning back casually on his hands now. “Just offering my bodyguard services.”

Evangeline let out a soft huff, shaking her head as she reached for the book that had caused the commotion. It had fallen open on the floor during the chaos, the pages splayed in a way that revealed the dogeared corner. Her eyes caught on the faint crease, and curiosity got the better of her as she bent to pick it up.

The silence in the room grew heavier as she straightened, the book now in her hands, her gaze dropping to the exposed page.

Sebastian’s smirk faltered slightly as he noticed her pause, the way her eyes flicked over the text. “What is it?” he asked, his voice more cautious now.

Evangeline’s lips curved upward in a slow, mischievous smile as she read aloud, her tone dripping with dramatic flair. “‘Effective communication is the cornerstone of any healthy relationship.’” She glanced up at him, her brows raised in mock seriousness. “‘Partners should strive to express their feelings openly and honestly, fostering a foundation of trust.’”

Sebastian groaned, dragging a hand down his face as he flopped back against the floor. “Merlin, help me.”

Evangeline’s laughter bubbled up again, bright and melodic as she hugged the book to her chest. “This is brilliant. You of all people dogeared this? A passage about open communication? Did you take notes on it too?”

“I didn’t,” he grumbled, glaring at her from where he lay sprawled on the floor.

“Sure, you didn’t,” she teased, flipping the book closed and holding it aloft like a prized artifact. “I think I’m keeping this, by the way.”

“Over my dead body,” he shot back, though there was no real bite in his tone.

Sebastian pushed himself back to his feet, towering over her in an instant. It wasn’t the first time he’d noticed the stark difference in their heights, but standing this close, it was impossible not to notice again. At just barely five feet tall, Evangeline looked almost comically small compared to his own six-foot frame. Yet somehow, she carried herself in a way that made her presence feel far larger than her stature would suggest.

Now, though, with her clutching that ridiculous book to her chest and smirking up at him, the difference was striking—and, Merlin help him, endearing.

He tilted his head, crossing his arms as he looked down at her, feigning sternness. “You know, for someone so small, you’ve got a big sense of entitlement.”

Evangeline raised her eyebrows, unimpressed. “Excuse me, I prefer the term ‘perfectly proportioned.’”

“Right,” Sebastian drawled, his smirk returning. “Perfectly proportioned for sneaking around and stealing things, maybe. Like my book.”

She hugged the book tighter to her chest, her hazel eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’m not giving it back. You don’t even want it.”

“I didn’t want it until you decided to make it a trophy,” he shot back, leaning down slightly. “Now, hand it over.”

He reached for the book, and though she made a half-hearted attempt to twist away, she didn’t really try to stop him. His fingers closed around the spine, and she let out a soft huff as he tugged it free.

“There,” he said, straightening and holding the book just out of her reach. “Victory. Now, tell me, Evie,” he smirked, his voice teasing, “when you read your copy of this book, did you happen to skim past the chapter on boundaries?”

Evangeline froze for a moment, her eyes narrowing as a playful gasp escaped her lips. “Sebastian Sallow,” she said, her voice tinged with offense, “are you accusing me of being inconsiderate?”

“Not at all,” he replied smoothly, though the smirk on his face suggested otherwise. “I’m simply pointing out that perhaps you could use a refresher. You know, since you seem to think my copy of the book is fair game.”

She stepped closer, planting her hands on her hips as she peered up at him. The slight tilt of her head, coupled with the determined set of her jaw, gave her the look of someone about to launch into a righteous tirade—despite the fact that she barely reached his chest.

“I’ll have you know,” she began, her tone full of indignation, “I’m well-versed in boundaries. In fact, I read my copy of this book cover to cover.”

“Did you now?” he replied, arching an eyebrow, his smirk unwavering. But despite his casual demeanor, Sebastian could feel a flicker of something unexpected stirring in his chest—something he quickly tried to tamp down.

Because he knew exactly what was contained in Intimacies and Affections. Every chapter. Every page. Every overly detailed suggestion about cultivating intimacy in all its forms. Because he, too, had read it front to back, and the thought of Evangeline reading those same passages made his throat feel inexplicably dry.

His smirk faltered for just a fraction of a second, but Evangeline didn’t miss it. Her hazel eyes narrowed, and her lips curved into a knowing grin as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“Something wrong?” she asked, her voice dripping with faux innocence.

“Nothing at all,” he said quickly, schooling his features back into a smug expression. “I’m just trying to imagine you actually sitting down and reading it without laughing yourself to tears.”

“Oh, I laughed plenty,” she admitted, her grin widening. “Some of those scenarios they suggest? Ridiculous. Like that bit about setting up candlelit baths and feeding each other chocolate-dipped strawberries.”

Sebastian let out a snort, the tension in his chest loosening just slightly. “Yeah, that one’s a bit much. Honestly, I think that’s the author’s fantasy more than anything practical.”

“Right?” Evangeline agreed, rolling her eyes. “And don’t even get me started on the section about ‘discovering emotional intimacy through prolonged physical proximity.’”

They both laughed, the kind of laughter that filled the space like warm sunlight cutting through winter's chill. The book rested in Sebastian’s hand now, but neither of them seemed in a rush to put it away. Instead, they leaned against the back of the sofa, flipping through its pages like conspirators uncovering a treasure trove of absurdities.

Evangeline leaned over, flipping through the pages at random. Her eyes lit up as she found another section. “Oh, oh, this one!” she said, laughter already bubbling in her voice. “‘Spending an entire day together without speaking—communicating only through meaningful gestures.’” She paused to let the absurdity settle before glancing up at him. “Could you even imagine?”

Sebastian rolled his eyes, but his grin widened. “Not a chance. A day without talking? I’d lose my mind.”

“And the gestures!” she exclaimed, giggling. “What counts as meaningful, anyway? A dramatic eyebrow raise? A very intense thumbs-up?”

Sebastian snorted, flipping to another random page. “Ah, here’s one: ‘Reading romantic poetry aloud to each other under starlight.’”

Evangeline pretended to swoon dramatically, clutching the book to her chest. “Oh yes, I'd love it if my partner were secretly practicing his sonnet-reading voice.”

Sebastian huffed a laugh, “This might be the most pretentious thing I’ve ever read.”

“It might not be that bad,” she teased, elbowing him lightly. “I mean, if the stars were nice enough, and the poetry wasn’t too tragic…” Her voice trailed off, her eyes glinting mischievously. “I bet you’d enjoy it.”

“I’ll pass,” he muttered, though the image of sitting under a sky full of stars with her, his voice soft as he read her lines of poetry, lingered for just a beat longer than it should have. If he were honest, it really wouldn't be so different to when he read Mansfield Park to her over the summer.

Evangeline laughed again, her fingers skimming through the book until she stopped suddenly. “Oh no,” she said, her tone dripping with exaggerated disbelief. “This one, Sebastian. This one is the peak of ridiculous romance advice.”

He arched a brow, curious despite himself. “What ridiculous fantasy is the author suggesting this time, serenading each other while riding brooms?”

She shook her head, smirking as she read aloud. “‘Cooking together to strengthen bonds—one partner blindfolded, relying entirely on the other’s guidance.’” She snapped the book shut with a flourish, her grin widening. “Can you even imagine? Blindfolded while chopping vegetables? That’s not romance; that’s a trip to St. Mungo’s waiting to happen.”

Sebastian opened his mouth to agree, but the words caught in his throat. The image the passage conjured in his mind wasn’t absurd, not entirely. In fact, the thought of guiding her hands, standing close as they navigated the chaos of cooking together, felt far too intimate. Too real. Too much like something he wanted.

He could picture her clearly—blindfolded, trusting him completely, her hazel eyes hidden but her lips curved into that playful, crooked smile that always left his stomach in knots. He could almost feel the tentative way her fingers would grip his forearm for balance, how she’d lean into his touch just enough to send sparks down his spine.

And, oh, the control. That was the part he couldn’t ignore, no matter how hard he tried. The idea of being the one to guide her, to hold her steady, to ensure her every move was safe, careful, precise—it stirred something deep and primal inside him. Evangeline was fiercely independent, always quick to take charge and chart her own course, and yet here she would be, willingly surrendering that control to him.

The thought was intoxicating.

It wasn’t about dominance in a crude, thoughtless way. It was the trust behind it that made his chest tighten—the knowledge that someone like her, someone so capable and self-reliant, would let him lead her, would depend on him even for a moment.

And there was something undeniably alluring about the way her usual confidence might falter in the blindfold’s darkness, how she might seek reassurance in his touch, her fingers brushing his as she fumbled for the next step. He could almost hear the nervous laugh she’d let out when she made a mistake, feel the warmth of her cheek against his as he leaned in to guide her, whispering instructions softly near her ear.

Her submission wouldn’t be weakness—it would be a gift, a fleeting moment of vulnerability offered to him alone. And Merlin, the thought of it sent a rush of heat through his veins, leaving his throat dry and his heart racing.

“Sebastian?” she prompted, her tone lighter, teasing. “What, no witty retort? Are you picturing it?”

His eyes snapped to hers, wide with alarm. “What? No. Absolutely not.”

Her smile widened, her curiosity piqued as she watched him fumble, his usual quick wit suddenly absent. “Oh my God, you are picturing it.”

“I’m not!” he insisted, but his voice cracked slightly, betraying him.

“You are!” she crowed, laughing as she stepped closer, holding the book up like it was evidence. “You’re actually into this idea! Merlin's beard, Sebastian... do you have a thing for blindfolds?!"

Sebastian groaned, dragging a hand through his hair, the telltale warmth creeping up his neck as Evangeline’s laughter filled the small cottage. She had that wicked gleam in her eye, the one that meant she wasn’t going to let this go anytime soon.

“I’m not into blindfolds,” he shot back, crossing his arms defensively. “It’s just—”

Evangeline tilted her head, her grin widening as she studied him like a puzzle she was determined to solve. “You’re blushing,” she pointed out, her tone sing-song and delighted.

“I am not,” he muttered, though he refused to meet her gaze now, his arms tightening across his chest as if he could physically shield himself from her relentless teasing.

“You are,” she insisted, her laugh bubbling up again. “My god, you’re so bad at hiding it. Should I read it to you again?” she teased, her voice lilting with faux sweetness. “‘Blindfolded cooking to strengthen bonds—’”

“Evie,” he warned, his voice low and desperate, but she just grinned wider, undeterred.

“—allowing your partner to guide you through every step, fostering trust and, dare I say, intimacy.;” She looked up at him, her hazel eyes alight with amusement. “Sebastian Sallow, is this a kink?"

Sebastian felt his entire body go rigid, his breath catching in his throat as Evangeline’s words hung in the air, her teasing grin practically glowing with mischief. A kink? He opened his mouth to respond, to shut the idea down immediately, but the words simply refused to cooperate.

“I—what?!” he finally sputtered, his voice cracking slightly, which only made her laugh harder.

“Oh, Merlin, it is!” she exclaimed, her tone positively gleeful.

Sebastian thought he might die on the spot.

“You’ve got to tell me," she continued, "What is it about blindfolds that gets you so flustered? I mean, I thought you were unshakable, but apparently all it takes is a bit of fabric and some trust exercises to send you reeling.”

Sebastian crossed his arms tightly over his chest, his scowl doing little to mask the growing embarrassment simmering just beneath the surface. “I’m not flustered,” he muttered, though the crack in his voice betrayed him.

“Oh, you definitely are,” she teased, inching even closer, her gaze locked onto his like a predator who had cornered her prey. “Come on, spill it. What about it has you turning red? Is it the idea of being blindfolded yourself, or...?” She trailed off, her voice lilting with curiosity.

“It’s not—” Sebastian started, his voice sharp but faltering. He let out a frustrated sigh, raking a hand through his hair as he realized there was no escape. She wasn’t going to let this go, not without an answer. And, Merlin help him, he couldn’t come up with a convincing lie fast enough to deflect her.

So he gave in.

“It’s not about me being blindfolded,” he said finally, his voice low, measured. He looked away, focusing on the flicker of the fire instead of her face. “It’s... the other way around.”

Evangeline tilted her head, her smile softening slightly but her curiosity still alight. “Oh?” she prompted, clearly not satisfied with his vague explanation.

Sebastian sighed again, his shoulders sagging slightly as he shifted his weight. “It’s just... there’s something about it, alright? Someone willingly giving up control, letting you guide them. It’s...” He hesitated, the words sticking in his throat. He glanced at her briefly, his gaze sharp and searching, before continuing. “It’s intimate.”

The word lingered in the air between them, heavier than he’d intended. Sebastian rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly feeling too warm despite the winter chill that still clung to the room.

Evangeline blinked, her teasing grin faltering as her cheeks turned a faint shade of pink. “Oh."

Sebastian risked a glance at her, and what he saw made his stomach flip. The playful spark in her eyes had dimmed, replaced by a wide-eyed uncertainty.

Sebastian quirked a brow, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth despite himself. “Look who's blushing now."

Evangeline let out a huff, clearly scrambling for a way to regain the upper hand. With a dramatic flourish, she tossed the book into his lap, the sudden motion making him grunt in surprise as the tome landed unceremoniously against his stomach.

“I’m going to get changed.”

Once she'd disappeared down the hallway, Sebastian sighed, dragging a hand down his face. Tonight was going to be a long one.

~

The next few days passed in a blur of quiet routines and the kind of easy companionship that Sebastian had come to cherish. The book—and their conversation about it—didn’t come up again. If anything, it was as if the moment had never happened. Evangeline didn’t tease him about blindfolds, and Sebastian didn’t bring it up, though the memory lingered like a faint ember, glowing quietly in the back of his mind.

Instead, they fell back into their well-oiled domestic rhythm. Evangeline helped prepare meals with the kind of confidence that suggested she was already used to the space, darting around the kitchen as though it were her own. Sebastian found himself lingering more than he should, watching the way she moved, the way her brow furrowed in concentration, or the little hums of approval she let out when she tasted something she’d made.

If she noticed him staring, she didn’t say anything.

They spent the mornings braving the crisp winter air, venturing into the village for errands or a bit of fresh air. The locals were accustomed to seeing Sebastian around this time of year, but Evangeline’s presence added a new layer of warmth to their exchanges. She was effortlessly charming, her laughter ringing out as they greeted familiar faces, and Sebastian couldn’t help but feel a quiet sense of pride whenever someone asked about her.

The afternoons, though, were his favorite. They’d spent one entire day setting up the Christmas tree—a modest but charming pine they’d dragged in from the woods near Feldcroft. Sebastian had teased her about her meticulous placement of the ornaments, claiming she was worse than Professor Sharp when it came to precision. She’d rolled her eyes at him, laughing as she threw a handful of tinsel in his direction.

By the time the tree was done, they’d both been covered in glitter and pine needles, and the room had been filled with the kind of warm, unrestrained laughter that made Sebastian’s chest ache in the best way.

Despite himself, Sebastian awoke on Christmas Eve morning with a faint sense of unease, a heaviness he couldn’t immediately place. The morning light filtered through the small, frost-covered windows of his room, casting soft patterns on the walls, but it did little to lift the dull ache settling in his bones.

The holiday was passing by too quickly.

He stared up at the ceiling for a long moment, willing the feeling to dissipate, but it lingered stubbornly, gnawing at the edges of his thoughts. There was still over a week left of break, he reminded himself, plenty of time to savor the peace and quiet of Feldcroft—and Evangeline’s presence.

But the thought of returning to Hogwarts, to the chaos and routine of school life, made his stomach twist. A life without her here, moving through his home as though she belonged, felt unbearable.

With a sigh, Sebastian swung his legs over the side of the bed and ran a hand through his hair, trying to shake off the unwelcome weight in his chest. There was still time, he told himself firmly. No sense in ruining the day by brooding over the inevitable.

He pulled on a sweater and some thick socks, the cold floor biting at his feet, and made his way toward the sitting room. The faint crackle of the fire reached his ears before he stepped into the room, and what he saw when he rounded the corner stopped him in his tracks.

Evangeline was already awake, curled up in the armchair closest to the hearth, her legs tucked beneath her and a book resting open in her lap. But it wasn’t the book that caught his attention—it was her outfit. She was wearing one of his sweaters, a dark, oversized thing that hung off her shoulders and nearly swallowed her whole.

Sebastian froze, his breath catching in his throat as a rush of warmth spread through his chest. She looked so at ease, so perfectly at home, that for a moment, he allowed himself to forget that this wasn’t permanent. That in just over a week, she’d be back in the Gryffindor common room, and he’d be pacing the Slytherin dungeons, missing her with a desperation he could already feel creeping in.

As if sensing his presence, Evangeline glanced up from her book, her hazel eyes soft and bright in the firelight. A small smile tugged at her lips as she spotted him lingering in the doorway.

“Morning,” she said, her voice warm and still tinged with sleep. “I didn’t think you’d ever get up.”

Sebastian forced himself to move, to step further into the room and shake off the daze her presence always seemed to put him in. He smirked, crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall. "Comfy?"

Evangeline rolled her eyes, though her smile widened slightly as she set the book aside. “Your clothes are warmer than mine,” she said simply, as if that explained everything. "If you don't want me borrowing them, you shouldn't leave them out all over the place."

Sebastian raised an eyebrow, his smirk deepening as he pushed off the doorframe and made his way closer to the fire. “So it’s my fault now? For existing in my own home?”

“For one thing, you said it's my home too,” Evangeline replied with mock seriousness, tugging the sweater around her like a cocoon. “And anyway, it’s called common courtesy, Sebastian. If you leave perfectly cozy sweaters lying around, what do you expect me to do? Freeze?”

He huffed a laugh, shaking his head as he dropped onto the sofa across from her. “I don’t know,” he drawled, leaning back and stretching his legs out. “Maybe pack your own warm clothes instead of raiding my wardrobe?”

“Where’s the fun in that?” she shot back, her grin widening. “Your sweaters are ridiculously oversized. It’s like wearing a blanket.”

Sebastian’s gaze lingered on her for a moment too long, his smirk faltering slightly. She wasn’t wrong—the sweater did swallow her whole, the fabric pooling at her wrists and shoulders in a way that made her seem impossibly small. There was something achingly endearing about it, something that made his chest tighten.

He cleared his throat, forcing his thoughts back into safer territory. “You’re lucky I’m feeling generous,” he teased, “because that’s my favorite sweater.”

Evangeline’s eyes widened, her expression turning mock-apologetic as she clutched the sweater dramatically. “Oh no. Your favorite? Now I feel terrible.”

“Sure you do,” he said dryly, though the corners of his mouth twitched upward.

“I mean it,” she insisted, though her tone betrayed her amusement. “Terrible enough to keep it for the rest of the break.”

Sebastian let out an exaggerated sigh, shaking his head. “Unbelievable. Next, you’ll be claiming my socks too.”

Evangeline stretched out one of her legs, and one of his woolen socks, far too big for her small feet, peeked out from beneath the hem of her pajama pants. The sight was both absurd and heart-stoppingly endearing.

"Too late." she said with a shrug.

Sebastian barked a laugh, rolling his eyes as he settled on the couch. He stretched his legs out to rest on the coffee table. “So,” he said, breaking the quiet, his tone lighter. “What’s the plan for today? Another walk through the village? More decorating? Or,” he added with a sly grin, “should I dig out that chessboard so I can crush you again?”

Evangeline rolled her eyes, but the corners of her mouth twitched upward.

“I was actually thinking we could bake something. You know, since it’s Christmas Eve and all.”

Sebastian arched a brow. “Bake? Like cookies?”

“Exactly like cookies,” she said, nodding firmly. “I... I found a recipe in one of your mum’s old cookbooks yesterday.”

Sebastian’s smirk softened at the mention of his mother’s cookbooks. He hand't touched any of the dessert recipes in years—not since Anne had stopped baking around the holidays. The thought of Evangeline flipping through the worn pages, her curious fingers skimming over his mother’s handwritten notes, sent a quiet pang through his chest.

“You did, did you?” he asked, his voice gentler now.

“I wanted it to be a surprise,” she said, the faintest hint of a blush coloring her cheeks. “But then I realized I’d need your help because the instructions are... let’s just say vague. Your mum must have been one of those cooks who just knew how things were supposed to turn out.”

Sebastian chuckled, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “Sounds like her."

"Sounds like you," Evangeline chuckled, and she gave him a teasing smile.

Sebastian leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “I’ll warn you now—I’ve learned to cook for Anne, but baking? That’s a different beast. I wouldn’t call myself an expert.”

“Well,” she replied, standing and motioning toward the kitchen with a flourish, “lucky for you, I happen to be an excellent teacher."

With that, Sebastian rose to his feet and followed her into the kitchen. Evangeline was already rifling through the cupboards for mixing bowls and measuring spoons, her energy infectious. Sebastian leaned against the counter, watching her with a fond smirk as she muttered to herself about where he kept the vanilla extract.

“You’re the guest,” he teased. “I should be the one doing the prep work.”

She turned, hands on her hips, a wooden spoon dangling precariously from her fingers. “Then start measuring the flour, Mr. Holiday Spirit.”

He let out a low chuckle, pushing off the counter to grab the flour container. “Yes, ma’am.”

The two of them quickly fell into a rhythm, Sebastian handling the measuring while Evangeline dictated the steps, occasionally stopping to glance at the scribbled notes in his mother’s cookbook. The kitchen was soon filled with the warm scent of cinnamon and nutmeg, mingling with their shared laughter as they debated the merits of raisins in cookies (Sebastian was firmly against it; Evangeline insisted they added “character”).

Sebastian had just started measuring out sugar when the sound of wings fluttering against glass caught his attention. He looked up, frowning as he spotted a small owl perched on the windowsill, its feathers fluffed against the cold.

“An owl?” he said, setting the sugar aside and wiping his hands on a towel. “Didn’t know we were expecting post.”

Evangeline’s head shot up, her eyes widening slightly before she quickly turned toward the window. “Oh! I think it’s for me,” she said, her voice just a little too bright as she rushed over.

Sebastian watched as she unlatched the window, letting the owl hop inside. It held out its leg, a neatly folded letter tied with a simple red ribbon attached. Evangeline untied it quickly, murmuring a soft “thank you” before the owl gave a low hoot and flew back out into the snow.

“Who’s it from?” Sebastian asked casually, leaning back against the counter.

Evangeline hesitated, her fingers brushing over the ribbon as she glanced at the letter. “Oh, just... something I was expecting,” she said lightly, folding the parchment and tucking it into her pocket before he could read the address.

Sebastian’s eyes narrowed slightly, his curiosity piqued. “Something important?”

“No, not really,” she said quickly, flashing him a small smile as she turned back toward the counter. “Let’s finish these cookies, shall we?”

Her tone was breezy, but the way she avoided his gaze told him otherwise. Sebastian didn’t press, though the question lingered in the back of his mind. What was in the letter that had her so eager to deflect? And why did she look so... excited?

Shaking the thought aside, he grabbed the sugar container and poured it into the bowl, keeping one eye on Evangeline as she busied herself with the spices. She was hiding something—of that, he was certain. But whatever it was, he would find out eventually.

For now, though, there were cookies to bake. And if she thought she was getting away with sneaking raisins into the batter, she had another thing coming.

By late afternoon, Sebastian leaned back in his chair, his legs stretched out in front of him and crossed lazily at the ankles. The coffee table between them bore the aftermath of their baking endeavors—crumb-filled plates, the now nearly-empty cookie tin, and their half-drunk cups of tea. His stomach was comfortably full, though he suspected he’d regret indulging in so many cookies later.

Not that he cared.

Across from him, Evangeline was curled up on the sofa, her frame tucked beneath one of the well-worn blankets they’d pulled out earlier. Her head rested against the arm of the couch, and the firelight cast soft, flickering shadows over her features, and the faintest rise and fall of her chest told him she was dozing.

She looked so peaceful, her lips parted slightly as her breaths came slow and even. The day’s events had left a faint blush on her cheeks, remnants of the laughter they’d shared while wrestling over the dough and debating the merits of cookie shapes (Evangeline had insisted on stars, while Sebastian stubbornly fought for dragons).

She looked… content. Warm, safe, and utterly at ease in a way that made something deep in Sebastian’s chest twist and ache.

He quite liked her like this. Here, in Feldcroft, with him. Multiple cookies deep and perfectly cozy.

Sebastian let his head fall back against the chair, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he stared at the ceiling. How many times had he wished for this? For a version of life where Evangeline was simply here, part of his home, filling it with her presence and relentless teasing? Where they weren’t running from one disaster to another, but instead simply... existing together?

Too many times. And now that it was here, fleeting as it might be, he wasn’t sure how he’d let it go.

His gaze flicked back to her, and he felt his chest tighten again. The sweater she wore—his sweater—had slipped slightly from her shoulder, revealing the delicate curve of her collarbone. One of her hands peeked out from beneath the blanket, her fingers resting lightly on the edge of the cushion, her nails still dusted faintly with flour from earlier.

She looked... perfect. Too perfect. Like something out of one of those ridiculous romance novels Anne used to read by the dozen.

And she was here. With him.

Sebastian reached for the tin on the table, retrieving one of the last cookies. He bit into it absentmindedly, his eyes never straying far from her. She shifted slightly in her sleep, curling deeper into the blanket, and the soft sound she made—a barely audible sigh—sent an unsteady warmth spreading through his chest.

He swallowed hard. How could he possibly make it through the rest of the holiday without these thoughts consuming him? Without wanting more than what he could ever hope to have?

Sebastian didn't have long to think about it before there was a knock at the front door.

Sebastian froze at the sound, his brow furrowing as he glanced toward the door. A knock? Here? In Feldcroft? His first instinct was to ignore it—visitors to the village were rare, especially this time of year, and he wasn’t exactly in the mood for company. But the knock came again, firmer this time, and his curiosity got the better of him.

Evangeline stirred at the sound, her eyes fluttering open as she blinked sleepily in the direction of the door. It took her a moment to fully wake, but when she did, Evangeline’s face lit up in a way that sent Sebastian’s heart stumbling in his chest. She sat up, the blanket falling away, and before he could say anything, she was already on her feet.

She glanced at him over her shoulder, her hazel eyes gleaming with something he couldn’t quite place. “Come on,” she said, her voice warm and excited as she reached for his hand.

“What—Evie, wait,” Sebastian stammered, caught off guard as she tugged him toward the door. “Who is it?”

She didn’t answer, her grin widening as she pulled him along, her small hand wrapped firmly around his. He stumbled after her, his curiosity mounting with every step. The third knock came just as they reached the door, and Evangeline threw it open without hesitation.

Sebastian blinked, his breath catching in his throat as he took in the figure standing on the snowy doorstep.

Ominis. And-

“Anne?” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

His sister stood there, hand in hand with Ominis, bundled in a thick traveling cloak, her cheeks pink from the cold. Snowflakes clung to her hair, and she gave him a tentative smile, her brown eyes shining with a mix of joy and emotion.

“Surprise,” Anne said softly, her voice trembling just slightly.

Sebastian stood frozen for a moment, his mind struggling to catch up. Anne. His sister. Standing here, in Feldcroft, after all this time. He hadn’t seen her since that tragic day in the catacombs nearly two years ago. The sight of her on his doorstep sent a wave of emotions crashing over him—shock, relief, disbelief, and something else, something warm that tugged at the edges of his chest, almost too overwhelming to name. For a moment, he forgot to breathe,

Evangeline gently nudged his hand, pulling him back to the present. “Are you going to invite them in, or leave them standing out there to freeze?”

Sebastian blinked, the haze of disbelief breaking as he stepped forward. “Anne, Ominins—Merlin’s beard, come in,” he said quickly, reaching for his sister's trunk and pulling her inside. The warmth of the cottage enveloped them as he shut the door behind her, the sharp chill of the outside world replaced by the familiar crackle of the fire.

“What—” Sebastian finally managed to find his voice, though it was hoarse and uncertain. “What are you doing here? Both of you?”

Anne arched an eyebrow, her smile widening slightly. “What, no hug for your sister after all this time?”

That broke through the fog. Sebastian’s expression softened, and in two strides, he closed the distance between them and pulled Anne into a fierce embrace. She let out a small laugh, her arms wrapping tightly around him as she buried her face against his shoulder.

“Merlin, Anne,” Sebastian murmured, his voice thick with emotion. So thick, his eyes were beginning to well up. "How... how are you? You should have told me you were coming.”

“Well, that would have ruined the surprise,” she replied, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze. Her smile was softer now, her eyes, eyes that looked just like his, scanning his face as though memorizing every detail. “You look... better than I expected.”

Sebastian huffed a quiet laugh, wiping at his eyes before he stepped back. “You’re one to talk. You look... healthy.”

Anne smiled, her cheeks dimpled with warmth, and she shrugged modestly. "I’ve had some help," she said, glancing briefly at Ominis, who stood quietly near the door, a soft smile on his face.

Evangeline, sensing that Sebastian was too overwhelmed to act, stepped forward with a quiet smile, her voice calm and reassuring. "Come on, let’s get you all settled by the fire. It’s freezing out there."

Anne glanced at her, her smile softening with gratitude, and allowed herself to be gently guided further inside. Ominis followed, his steps measured as he made his way toward the warm glow of the hearth. Evangeline quickly gathered extra blankets and fluffed the armchair cushions, her movements efficient and thoughtful.

Sebastian stood frozen for another moment, his gaze locked on Anne as though she might vanish if he looked away. But as Evangeline gestured for him to join them, her hazel eyes silently urging him to focus, he snapped out of his stupor and followed.

Anne lowered herself into the armchair closest to the fire, her eyes wandering around the room as she took it all in. Her expression shifted from curiosity to quiet amazement, her smile growing as she noticed every small detail. “It’s... beautiful,” she murmured, her voice full of wonder. “It looks bigger than I remember. And so well cared for.”

Sebastian, who had taken the seat directly across from her, barely registered her words. His attention was fixed solely on her—on the way her cheeks were fuller, rosier than the last time he’d seen her; on the way her posture, though still delicate, no longer carried the weight of constant pain. He reached for her hand, his grip firm but trembling slightly as his thumb brushed over her knuckles.

“Why are you here?” he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper. His brow furrowed, a mix of worry and hope flickering in his dark eyes. “How are you here?”

Anne’s gaze shifted to him, her smile faltering for just a moment as she squeezed his hand. “Because I've missed you,” she said gently. "And I... I'm ready to move forward."

Anne’s words hung in the air between them, delicate and raw. Sebastian stared at her, his mind racing to grasp the weight of what she’d said. She had chosen, after everything, to come back. To see him again.

To forgive him?

His chest tightened, the familiar pang of guilt surging to the surface, threatening to drown out the cautious hope he felt. He swallowed hard, his voice trembling as he finally spoke. “Anne... I—”

“I know,” she interrupted gently, her smile soft but unwavering. “I know what you’re going to say, Sebastian. That you’re sorry. That you regret what happened. That you wish things could have been different.”

He nodded, unable to meet her gaze. “Because I do. Every single day.”

“I know,” she repeated, her voice steady despite the emotion lacing her words. She reached out, placing her free hand over his. “And I need you to know that I believe you. I just... I needed time. Time to figure out how to live with everything that happened.”

Sebastian’s breath caught, the weight of her words settling heavily in his chest. “I never wanted to hurt you,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “I just wanted to save you.”

Anne’s expression softened further, her eyes shimmering as she squeezed his hand. “It’s alright. Sebastian. I’m here now. It’s time to move on.”

Sebastian felt like the floor had shifted beneath him. The room was the same—the warm glow of the fire, the soft scent of cinnamon from their earlier baking—but the weight of Anne’s presence, her words, made everything feel surreal. If he wasn’t so shocked he’d almost certainly be crying. He barely noticed Evangeline disappear into the kitchen or the way Ominis watched on with an uncharacteristically warm smile.

“How long?” Sebastian finally asked, his voice thick as he turned his gaze to his oldest friend. “How long have you all been planning this?”

Ominis tilted his head, his pale eyes staring unseeingly at the fire as a faint smirk tugged at his lips. “Weeks,” he said simply, his tone betraying just a hint of satisfaction. “It was quite the logistical challenge, I’ll have you know. Timing the letters, keeping it all quiet so you wouldn’t catch on.”

Sebastian blinked, still trying to process the enormity of it all. “You’ve been keeping this from me for weeks?”

“Months, really,” Anne chimed in, her voice light with amusement. She leaned back in her chair, instinctively reaching for Ominis’s hand, her smile growing as she watched her brother’s incredulous expression. “Ominis and Evangeline did most of the heavy lifting. I just had to show up.”

Sebastian’s eyes darted toward the kitchen, where he could hear the faint clink of cups and the soft hum of Evangeline’s voice as she prepared tea. His chest tightened, a swirl of emotions—relief, gratitude, good-natured frustration—bubbling beneath the surface. “Evie knew?”

“Of course I knew,” Evangeline’s voice floated from the doorway, light and teasing. She appeared moments later, balancing a tray laden with steaming cups of tea, a small plate of crackers, and a bowl of sugared nuts. She set the tray down on the coffee table, her movements practiced and efficient, as if she’d done this a hundred times before.

Sebastian watched her carefully, his gaze lingering on the way she handed Anne a cup of tea without hesitation, her touch gentle and her smile easy. Anne took the cup with a quiet “thank you,” her own smile mirroring Evangeline’s in a way that made Sebastian's cehst ache.

He’d always known, in an abstract way, that Anne and Evangeline had grown close over the past two years. The letters, the occasional mentions in conversation—it was all there, a quiet acknowledgment of their friendship. But seeing it in person, watching the way they interacted so effortlessly, was something else entirely. They were comfortable together in a way that spoke of countless shared moments, of trust and understanding that ran deep.

For two years, while Anne hadn’t spoken to him, she had been speaking to Evangeline. While he had been left to wrestle with the silence, Evangeline had been there, building something meaningful with his sister. The thought was overwhelming, bittersweet, and... oddly comforting.

Because if anyone could bridge the gap between him and Anne, it was Evangeline.

As he watched them, the firelight dancing across their faces, something inside Sebastian shifted. It wasn’t a grand realization, but a quiet, steady confirmation of something he already knew: he loved Evangeline. Not just for who she was with him, but for how seamlessly she fit into his life, into his family. Seeing her and Anne like this, so at ease, only solidified that truth.

Evangeline glanced at him then, her hazel eyes curious but fond. “Something on your mind?” she asked, tilting her head slightly.

Sebastian hesitated, the words tangled in his throat. There was so much he wanted to say, but he simply shook his head, offering her a small, lopsided smile. “Just... glad you’re all here,” he said finally, his voice soft but sincere.

Evangeline’s expression softened, her lips curving into a quiet, knowing smile. She didn’t press him for more. Instead, she simply nodded, her fingers brushing briefly against his as she settled onto the sofa beside him.

Anne and Ominis were deep in conversation now, their voices low and intimate as they discussed the trip to Feldcroft. Anne’s eyes lit up as she recounted a small mishap on the journey—something about Ominis nearly hexing a Ministry official who’d gotten too close to her trunk. Ominis, for his part, looked utterly unrepentant, his smirk only growing wider as Anne swatted his arm playfully.

Sebastian watched them, a faint smile tugging at his lips, his eyes growing misty. Ominis, always so reserved, so careful, seemed so much lighter around Anne. His usually meticulous posture softened whenever she leaned toward him, and the way his hand rested on her knee as they spoke was a silent testament to how much he cared for her.

And Anne? Anne was glowing. She teased Ominis with the same sharp wit she’d always used, but there was a certain softness to it, a kind of warmth that Sebastian hadn’t seen before. She looked at Ominis like he hung the stars.

“Can you believe them?” Evangeline’s voice broke through his thoughts, soft and amused as she leaned closer. She gestured subtly toward Anne and Ominis, her hazel eyes sparkling with mirth. “They’re disgustingly perfect together.”

Sebastian nodded slowly, trying and failing to blink away his tears. “Yeah,” he murmured, his chest tightening again. “They really are.”

The four of them fell into an easy rhythm, something as natural as breathing. Anne and Ominis told Evie and Sebastian all about it their Christmas break so far, their voices blending seamlessly with the crackle of the fire. Evangeline leaned back against the sofa, her head resting lightly against Sebastian’s shoulder as they listened. And Sebastian didn’t move, didn’t dare disturb the delicate balance of the moment.

This was what he’d been missing. This was what he’d spent the last two years longing for. His sister, his best friend, and Evangeline—all here, all safe, all his.

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okay whatever this thing is, thank you @kings-highway for the tag. i enjoyed delaying my getting out of bed at 3:30 in the afternoon in favor of this

how many works on ao3:

22! which considering i’ve been writing for less than a year, is pretty good in my opinion

top 5 by kudos:

1. the craving (shouyou’s version). i’m actually really proud of this one and it’s one of my favorites that i’ve written. based on the craving by twenty one pilots, of course

2. Illness, Injuries, and Iceland. guaranteed this is because i wrote it for king and they reblogged it. thanks pookie for making me write ushiten

3. Sweet. this one.. i wrote based on my own experiences with depression. it’s very difficult for me to express these types of feelings explicitly so i love to project onto my fav characters. daisuga especially

4. Love, In Itself. i’m actually really surprised at this one because it’s pretty short and it was actually a request from a friend!

5. Cry. my one and only oisuga fic, only got one chapter. apologies for making daichi the bad guy

do i respond to comments:

yes! i try very hard to respond to every comment i get. i love getting comments since i don’t get very many, and i know the amazing feeling of having an author acknowledge you and thank you for your comment, so i try to let people know that i appreciate each and every comment i get!

angstiest ending:

uhhhhh it’s not done yet, but run (until you feel your lungs bleeding) is gonna be SO angsty hehehe. iwaoi of course. i’m very excited for it. if you want one i’ve already finished, tho, it’ll have to be i know that losing dogs exist, because i bet on them and i am one. sakuatsu, mcd, entirely based on my own experience w a disastrous breakup i had. thank you to king again for being there when i needed it most.

happiest ending:

well most of them are. but in my opinion, it’ll have to be my iwasuga fic Quetzalcoatlus! one of my FAVORITE fics i’ve written. i just. *sniffle* i just love them so much

do i write crossovers:

no. honestly i don’t see the point. i like getting immersed in the fics and i can’t do that if they aren’t even the same fandom

ever received hate:

nope. only some very disappointed commenters begging for me to continue my fics. im sorry guys i promise im trying

do i write smut:

none that you’ll ever see. a very select few people have access to it.

ever had a fic stolen:

no idea. probably not. they aren’t good enough for that

ever had a fic translated:

nope. have had a few people comment in different languages tho that was pretty cool

ever co-written:

no way. i need control. what the hell. MY fics. did have an idea for a collab but dunno if the other person even wants to do it still. if you got this far down tho please let me know if u do 🙏

all-time favorite ship:

sorry to everyone who thought it was daisuga. it’s oidai. forever. my babies.

wip that i will probably never finish:

unfortunately, i have a trio of wips that all go together. all mcd fics, one happy, one sad, and one right in the middle. iwaoi is the sad one, daisuga is the happy one, and the one right in the middle is sakuatsu. all titled from/based on songs

writing strengths:

uhhhh. uhhh. the characters? making them relatable? no idea. not sure if i have any. i’m just vibing

writing weaknesses:

erm. probably the fact that i start long fics with only an idea and no plans, so then i never finish them because i was just writing as it came to me

thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages:

dunno. do what you want. i’ll only do it if i know that language

fandom/ship i haven’t written for yet:

oidai. i know, i know. i really want to but it has to be PERFECT so i just. haven’t done it yet

favorite fic i’ve written:

chaos theory, no doubt. haikyuu and dinosaurs? two of my favorite things ever? yeah, no hesitation, it’s chaos theory

tags:

i dunno who’s been tagged in this already so if you have just ignore this. buuuuut here pookies <3

@numericalpie @artisticxlly @thatfanficauthor107 @otakurooster907 @cabbybaby

[defensivelee]

what if six lives! mary had tumblr

yeah what if. that would be crazy lol

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daddy finally fucked off 🥳 pls wish him a good trip. i'm going live in ten

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does @raccoongirlbush want to join.. the stream always makes more when we pretend to kiss 💛 i PROMISE i'll take you out later with the extra dono money, wear something nice!!!!

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o7

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anne i swear to lo!!! ok whatever click here to join the stream, i look forward to seeing all of you there~

#streams #i'm just kidding ily anne... #please accept dinner as my humble apology #i'll peg you later <3 #wait how many followers do i have on here again?

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We're all seeing this, right? The fucking election results? I feel so bad for Rersetia, getting stuck with an Ally governor who does nothing but fear-monger and whine about the Overlifers-- all bark and no bite, that one. Unfortunately, woke little brats who don't know any better will flock to this one and decide it's a great victory instead.

I think I know what the next podcast episode will be about. It's about time we get the Allies to step down-- power doesn't mean competence. There are better people, with horns and tails, nothing but pure devil blood running through their veins, waiting for their chance out there, but when will Altos Diablos realize that?

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william please

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hans omg i forgot you followed me here haiiii ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

#hanni tag

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just seen the UGLIEST girl omg

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bitches still go out like this.

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wear green stockings or don't show your legs at all, fucking cow lol

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on it bossman 🤍💚

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wasn't talking to you. but can you dox that girl for me

#and then stop stalking my blog thank you #i love you princess <3 but get out #you are such a creep

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when is @/menhera-prince-unlimited going to come out with the Ally Bentinck sex tapes like we all know what he's hiding

#ally bentinck #religious posts #horny posts

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my girl got me a new collar :3 gonna post a pic later on the alt, horny timezone bitches are gonna have to wait

#m woof woofs

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Please be normal about seeing James Stewart and I together tonight. For the last time, honestly...!

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Even just allegations of abuse can ruin a person's life, literally fuck off with that. You all think you know everything.

🗝️ cross-marked-angel

you fucking wish it was just allegations lol

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I thought I blocked you, did you make another account?

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hehehe <3 you're amazing at changing the subject... it's why he loves you 💚

🌠 lord-marlborough-official Follow

High again? @vitamarkedheart can you come deal with her now?

#sorry about this lol #don't believe them for a second #or her for that matter #marly reblogs

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HELLO Everyone I must Tell You NOW!!!!11 That none other than Next Month, Devils Willing,,, I will have a NEW FEATURE (๑>◡<๑) for the Pup Hoods that you all so Adore very very Very very much~ for the first time Everrrr <3 now you shall ALLLL have the option to pay for ☆Custom☆ Pup Hoods up on the site, at the LOW low Low price of an extra Twenty Guilders ♡ ～('▽^人) and nouuu Additional Wait :3 doesn't that sound great n amazing n Everything you ever wanted???? Stop moping around, Get it up, let me see you all Happy now ( ◡‿◡ ) you weird Furries with Fursonas may join in the Celebrations naowwwww~

I love you all Forever and ever ♡＼(￣▽￣)／♡ please make me very Happy and very much Richer!!!!! TOO!!!

#business spam #small business #JUST KIDDING FUCKETTES!!!! #you wish you were me #go make monopolies elsewhere ily <3

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sometimes I miss the feeling of knowing that at least death is a certainty

🗝️ cross-marked-angel

it can still be one 😘

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is that supposed to be comforting or a threat??

#and how did u find my vent blog

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The word of the Western Kingdom today is to have UNPROTECTED SEX 🙏🔥!!! Please enjoy yourselves, suck a lot of dick for good luck 🧡!!

#i love you all <3

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hot take, maybe, but I think they should bring back teaching Messianic in schools. you can't take children to a museum and expect them to be moved at the valiance of the devils when they don't know what the angels wanted.

#i don't remember who taught it to me but i am eternally grateful #maria.txt

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[metukika]

hi!!!! i just found your ao3 account and your writing is AMAZING, i love your style!! which means i trust that you read quality stuff, so would you mind recommending some mp100 fics? the more the merrier, and especially if they contain terumob :) thank u !!! <3

ahh thank you so much! im not as open about my writing on social media so im super happy u like it! i've read... every fic mp known to man, but here are some that are my favorites,

All Things Preternatural. - a no powers au case fic, but there is terumob eventually :p also let me warn u that i am a big fan of the long fics ehehe

Even on your own, you are not alone - its like a twist on the canon where teru and mob are closer so things turn out differently, and for the better. very cute!

Issho - if you aren't reading isshoverse what the hell are u doin

Old Habits Die Hard - this is like one of the newest iconic trmb fics... its a post canon where they meet again after like not seeing each other since high school? lots of angst but its teru pov so it's to be expected!

Picture me Better - a continuation of sorts of ohdh (the last fic) from mobs pov. if u liked ohbdh ull like this one shot

MOM - we're entering not trmb territory, and unfinished territory lol. this one's about the kageyama parents, and the mom's pregnancy while having mob. it also has teru's mom as a major charcter!

rainspeak - case fic, found family, hurt/comfort in real time!! intense go read

Carried on the Prevailing Wind - ongoing but i like it so far! a lot of premob teru. eventual trmb, or so its tagged lol

The Child God - an au where dimple finds little mob instead of reigen, and the latter plus teru wanna investigate. that's what i remember at least hehe at this point its been a while since i read these fics.

A Picture's Worth - teru learning to live life, using a hello kitty brand camera. me too teru

Needed - a teru and reigen fic, mostly. there's also teru and mob stuff :) tho its not romantic. post canon hurt comfort eventual found family! fun fact after shouting out this fic on my insta i met the author and forced th-- i mean.. gratefully received two gift fics from them! Teru finds a cat! for my birthday and Dimple and Teru’s Air Conditioning and Heating Company which was inspired by this comic i made.

Hell & You - a like fake dating/pretending/coping fic, but its mutually unrequited between teru and shou, and ends up with trmb and rtshou good luck

In Case Of Emergency - slow to update but i love it heheh. case fic. good amount of reigen and teru... honestly this was the one i was searching so ill stop now. read all of these.

i aint reading all that back and checking the links so!!! sorry, but please enjoy!

[bcbdrums]

👻,💡and 🎨

heheh, hallo fellow CrossStitch fan! i'll answer these for Soul Eater.

👻 What is your wildest headcanon?

probably that spirit never cheated. i have made many a tumblr post about this (man i should have tagged those explicitly....) and whenever i bring up the topic (except to a couple good friends) it creates instant ire, backlash, arguments... i rather think there's an entire discord server that dislikes me due to this very headcanon looool.... but the thing is, i don't think it's a wild idea! just everyone else does. meanwhile 1) a five year old maka whose mama is gone is not a reliable narrator, and 2) a divorced man is allowed to cast his gaze elsewhere, and 3) we truly have no evidence he ever did cheat. literally all we have is toddler maka's claims and the scenes she shows us in that flashback from the first prologue are easily, easily interpreted as people fawning over a celebrity and spirit is THE celebrity (and dancing with people is normal social behavior since when is dancing with not your spouse a crime???? in what culture???? seriously). i have written essays on this AND I'LL WRITE THEM AGAIN! stopping myself here or i'll go on for ages.

💡How many WIPs do you currently have?

for.... just soul eater.... uhm. well. if we count individual documents, approximately 50. but three to four of those documents are....anthologies, with many many one-shots contained therein.... so we're looking at closer to 80 WIPs just for soul eater..... and most but not all of those are stein/spirit focused or focused on one of the two. i do have other things tho, like a soul-centric pre-canon multi-chap huehue. if we wanna talk about all my fandoms tho.... uh well... for kim possible (Drakgo ship mostly) there's over 300 WIPs.... let's ballpark my total across all fandoms at approximately 500 💀💦💦💦💦💦

🎨 If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

oh goodness... i truly don't know. i've already received so much beautiful fanart, and it's utterly humbling. i think... the true answer to this is, i want to see what impacted a reader. if there were a specific moment or scene or line or look that meant something to a reader, then i'd want to see that expressed. as a writer i love knowing how my writing impacts others. so to know what meant something to someone else would be the greatest gift.

thank you for the ask! ^^

[beelsbignaturals]

🦂DEMON FORMS: ASMODEUS 💄

AN: Unfortunately, the concept of hypnosis is a major theme for my OCD so I can't really write him as creepy as I want to. Alas, I tried. Fucked up Asmo supremacy. also I was tryna keep this sfw in terms of *spicy* content bc thats for a different post hehehe. As always, feel free to check out my obey me world building tag for more demon headcanons and since con is over I can work on requests!

Inspiration for this part: literally everyone who has ever drawn Asmo with a scorpion tail like he DESERVES also @noecoded bc they have the BEST Asmo art ever. Also @princessasmosprincess has been such a major help in writing this! ily Michi 😘 thank u for letting me pick ur brain bby

TWs: Bugs (scorpions), mind manipulation, alcohol (part 4), vauge reference to nsfw stuff (part 3), demons being demons, body horror? Maybe?

● Level 1.5. you know, in the Percy Jackson books, how Aphrodite appears as whatever you think is most beautiful? Asmo is kinda like that. Not fully, but if you are more attracted to say, dark hair, he will have darker hair. (Cute note: if you fall in love with him for realsies, this stops happening, and you just see. Him.) Like Belphie, he is alot more… mental with how he freaks people out. Even without hypnotism, if he asks you to do something, you feel like you want to agree. Only Asmo can make you think taking out the garbage when it's his turn is YOUR idea. He glows under blacklights because… scorpion. His teeth look normal from a distance, but up close, you can see how sharp they are. His eyes shift through every possible color, changing each time he blinks. His pupils are heart shaped. He gets cold really easily and will make it everyone's problem.

"MC! I'm going to freeze to death, please, save me!" The overly dramatic Avatar of Lust drapes himself across your lap, intent of using you as a personal space heater. Nights in the Devildom just get so cold! His poor, beautiful heart can't handle the subzero temperatures! And of course the last argument between Levi and Mammon managed to complete destroy the heating system. So it's your solemn duty as Asmo's favorite human (don't tell Solomon) to keep him warm!

● Level 2. His nails get longer and sharper, and even when talking, it sounds like he's singing. If he actually starts singing, you will find yourself dancing or lulled into a false sense of security depending on the song. He actually caused the dancing plague this way! He is capable of using his carapace as a sort of natural corset, controlling each segment to give himself the desired silhouette. Somehow, Asmo is wonderful at knowing exactly what you desire. Not just in a sexual way, he can figure out your ambitions after one conversation. If he decides to talk to you, everything else will kind of...fade away. How can you focus on anything when his eyes fade from pink to purple to blue... What were you talking about again?

Asmo thought the house was empty, that it was safe for him to sing without consequence. Unfortunately, you came home early, which led to the awkward incident where you began dancing the moment you walked inside. At first, you thought you were hit by some curse, screaming in surprise as your body moves on its own. Hearing your shrieks, Asmo rushes downstairs, fussing over you. Luckily, you weren't under his spell long, so when he stopped singing, you stopped dancing. He was very apologetic after that.

● Level 3. He grows several extra limbs on his sides. They are small little insect legs that are basically useless. He likes to annoy his brothers by tickling them with his weird lil bug arms. But otherwise, Asmo is EXTREMELY self conscious about them because bugs aren't stereotypically cute. He can keep his wings bc they are cute. BUT HE ALSO HAS A SCORPION TAIL. The stinger is heart-shaped. It's adorable. It also has venom capable of making you so horny you die! Which is... slightly less adorable.

It was quite the sight, seeing Asmo, shirtless with several small arachnid limbs, covered in a hard exoskeleton as he chases Satan around the house, claiming he needs to be less grumpy. Satan threw a pillow at his brother, causing you to laugh. Bad move. Now Asmo has locked his eyes on his next target. You.

● Level 4. You know how so many Greek monsters are giant creatures with the face of a beautiful woman? That's Asmo. He has the body of a scorpion-if a scorpion was the size of a horse - and face so gorgeous, you might cry or go blind. He sings so sweetly to lure in prey. Basically, he's a siren-scorpion monster from hell! He usually won't take this form because, honestly, he thinks it's ugly. So for the most part you are only going to see a scorpion with Asmo's face scuttling around if he is feeling particularly emotional. Like when he gets a little bit too tipsy and his insecurities plague his mind.

It was rare Asmo would get properly drunk. At least the type of drunk where he is miserable. Usually it's a very... drunk girl in the club bathroom who just LOOOVES your shoes and wants to know who did your eyelash extensions 🥺 sort of energy. So hearing straight up wailing from his room after a long night at the Fall was...unexpected. What was even more surprising, was what you found when you opened his door to try and comfort the demon. A large scorpion with the head of the Avatar of Lust, standing in front of a broken mirror with mascara streaming down his face. You only hesitate a moment before making your presence known. Asmo starts to cry more, sobbing about how terrible he feels having you see him like this. In the form that he considers the definition of ugly. You are quick to reassure him, naming each thing you find beautiful about his more demonic looking self. Like the way his armored body catches the light, reflecting rainbows across each segment. Or how his stinger is heart shaped. Or the fact that even without proper hands, his hair and makeup is still flawless. Aside from minor damage due to his tears. Soon enough, you have a giant scorpion sleeping on your lap like an overgrown cat. You decide not to mention it in the morning.

[astraystayyh]

omg happy first birthday my sahar !! im not here from the very beginning but i'll never forget the day i found your account and it just makes me so incredibly happy to see you grow like🥹 im so proud of you, never forget that !!!!

also i'd like to request a teeny tiny drabble, some kind of reunion with lino ?? like, you had to work abroad for a little while and he misses you so much and you decide to surprise him and its all soft and maybe lino even cries a little bc he just can believe youre in his arms again ??

i hope this isnt too much, dont feel pressured please !! anyway, i love you and im proud of you mwah😽😽😽

my merin i hope you know that you mean the absolute world to me, you’re literally one of the first people whose username i’ve memorized and i always look forward to your feedback because you’re the absolute sweetest to me. i can’t thank you enough for making this year brighter for me <333 anddd this drabble is for u hehehe so i wont tag it,, enjoy it babyyyy i love u 🥹💓

there has been a lump growing in minho’s throat from the moment he has dropped you off to the airport— a kiss on your forehead as a farewell, your intertwined hands slowly slipping from one another as you waved him off.

“i’ll be gone for a week, max. it’ll go by quickly,” you had reassured him the night before, but the universe seemed to taunt him, stretching the seconds more and more till every day spent without you suddenly felt like a year.

he felt your absence in the obvious— you weren’t there greeting him once he got back from work, and you weren’t there scrambling eggs on the stove, clad in one of his old t-shirts. but he also felt it in the subtle cues, the smell of your perfume in your bedroom grew fainter, the house now void of your giggles— much quieter, as if in pause waiting for your return.

he was surprisingly good at hiding his longing from you, smirking at your reflection on the phone as he stated how grateful he was to have the bed all for himself- all while sleeping on your side to trick his brain into thinking you were close.

but now it was day six and your trip had extended for three additional days, and minho missed you so much his heart seemed to bleed out your name. he knew it was his 3 a.m. meaning that it was your midnight but he still called you, needing to hear your voice.

“hi, honey.” you greet, voice coming out as faint whisper. “why aren’t you asleep?”

“i couldn’t,” he admits softly and you giggle, a hint of teasing in your tone.

“because you miss me?”

“mm,” he simply hums, bringing your pillow closer to his body. “i miss you,” a pause, a shaky breath escaping him. “more than you know.”

“minho,” your voice softens, and the sound of his name dripping this gently from your tongue makes tears well in his eyes.

“say it again.”

“minho?”

“yeah, please. say it.”

it is not often minho asks you for something, even less often does he ask you for an act this simple, this sweet.

“minho,” you call out gently, and he hums, wiping away his cascading tears.

“my minho.”

“yours.” he has the phone on speaker now, eyes closed imagining as if you are near.

“i love you,” you say sweetly and he nods, though you can’t see him. he wishes you could.

“i love you.”

“i miss you.”

“i miss you most.”

“i’m here,” a kiss on his shoulder startles him, and he turns around to find you hovering above him, a giddy smile on your face.

“what, h…how?” he stutters, bringing you into his hold immediately. his nose buries inside the slate of your neck, his arms encircling your waist as if afraid you’d evaporate if he lets you go.

“hi, baby,” you beam, planting kiss after kiss on his shoulder. you can feel his tears wet your shirt but you don’t comment on it, instead running your fingers through his hair soothingly.

“how was your bed without me?” you tease, pulling away slightly to lock eyes with him.

“lonely,” he says earnestly, eyes still brimming with tears.

“bad week?” you pout, swiping your thumb gently across his cheek.

“all good now,” he finally smiles, before pressing his lips against yours softly. “how did you come?”

“my trip didn’t extend. i just wanted to surprise you. chan just dropped me off,” you explain.

he stays silent for a little while, eyes simply taking you in.

“i’ll ask you to marry me, you know that right?”

your heart skips a beat. the house becomes a home once again.

“and my answer will be yes.”

[sherrymagic]

once again THANK YOU @tswizzlesfan for tagging me in the one game i was lowkey offended (affectionately) none of my mutuals tagged me in THIS WAS SUPER FUN TO MAKE!! just know we'll probably have to share at least a couple of these men hehehe

disclaimer: since it says characters and not actors i've decided to not give a single damn in case of the same actor playing different characters on the list.

10 BL CHARACTERS THAT I WANT CARNALLY

1. Kanlong from The Eclipse

using my own gif because it appeared as the first one when i searched and i'm flattered ajajdnkamdlnscksd by the way Kanlong is the one character that made me feel like perhaps i needed to take a pregnancy test every single time he appeared on my screen

2. Boeing from Only Friends

this man ending up alone is by far the biggest plothole in Only Friends, i was not letting him go anywhere outside of that pool.

3. Prapai from Love In The Air

can't even elaborate, i've been having the most impure thoughts every single time he smiled, frowned, or breathed in the series.

4. Vegas from KinnPorsche

Porsche is a stronger person than me i would go anywhere if he asked me. ANYWHERE.

5. Win from Between Us

the whole final scene of episode 1 of Between Us. do i need to say anything else or

6. Prom from Playboyy

scared is not the word i'd use but you do you

7. Chopper from Never Let Me Go

his pathetic romantic devotion is all i'm looking for in a man. also he looks like Perth so *chef's kiss*

8. Boston from Only Friends

low on the list only because i hate the hairstyle they gave him through 90% of the series (yes i'm an extremely superficial human being). everything about the pool scene and his final scene was impure-thoughts-that-will-make-me-go-straight-to-hell worthy though

9. Saifah from Dangerous Romance

this list could easily be made exclusively of Papang characters but i'm just going to leave it at this. Saifah's creepy smiles >>>>>>>>>>

10. Inspector M from Manner of Death

Great Sapol in a uniform. that's it, that's the tweet.

HONORABLE MENTIONS:

- Soong from Playboyy (he's not on the list simply because i hate Jack's new haircut and i'm projecting but we could count him as #11)

- Gram from Not Me

- Name from Dangerous Romance

- Ray Daddy Dan Mew Nick literally everyone from Only Friends

i'm pretty sure every person i would have tagged has either done it or has already been tagged by someone else, going for the ones i don't recall seeing a similar post of: @kess-in-the-perthchimzone @srnileforme @odd-one-advocate @khaotunqs

IF YOU DID IT ALREADY/DON'T WANT TO PLEASE IGNORE ME, OKAY LOVE YOU BYE

[billdenbrough]

WIP Game

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs

thank you @naturecalls111 @moondal514 & @merceyca for the tags!!

fyi, i am using the titles they have in my trello board just bc using docs would mean we’d have literally six things titled Untitled document. which isn’t a problem except for the fact i will absolutely not remember which one is which. lmfao. also ftr these are not all aftg (there's at least two other fandoms in there) but also i do have more non-aftg wips they're just not on my trello board yet

kevaaron old man shrug emoji

fem kvar

kvar 3+1 hand mouth behaviour

kevaaron kirby

kevaaron reunion / bang fic

kevaaron road trip

specificity

jean gets a sex toy

kvar breakup/makeup (this was 5 separate ones bc it is 5 separate parts—1. golden hours; 2. dissolution; 3. aaron + andreil; 4. kevin in california; 5. reconciliation—but five listed items looked so egregious lol)

aaron & neil - hospital overnight

andreil oranges

kevaaron(jean) timeloop

kevin vs aaron dating men

nsfw foxboy kevin kvar

andreil cat divorce rom-com college au

achy kvar can i bite your tongue like a bad habit

omigiri atskg fake wedding date au

kvar goose fic. unbelievable

professor kevin: the rom-com, aka aaron minyard has gay sex for the first time and is unreasonably endeared despite all the reasons (mostly supplied by neil) he shouldn’t be

kevaaron diner collab

kevaaron stock photo celeb au

kevaaron aaron damaged foot

kevaaron dream-walking (apov)

kvar aaron teasing/testing/tempting

four times aaron’s awful friends and relatives objectified his hot asshole roommate, and one time aaron could no longer claim immunity to kevin day

idr who all has been tagged and i suspect some of y'all have by now, but i tag again in case you haven't posted yours yet so that you tag me also when you post and i get to see your list hehehe. anyway i am allergic to tagging 25 people i am too shy (i culled a bit and was gonna cull this wip list down further to be a normal # but mina was like no wtf post it as is) but i will tag some & also if u wanna play, please do!!

tagging @seasy33 @decaflondonfog @awildtei @poetic-ivy @ereana @emdashingly @cubistemoji @xandersfishfloatie @snowandfires @zukkacore

[wellgoslowly]

i really liked those fix’s you recommended <3 i was wondering if you had anymore recs i’d love to hear them and read them !!!! thanks so much bae <3

hehehe I live to serve :) also IM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO GET THIS OUT!!! it's revving up on finals for me and I've been hella stressed I'm so sorry

I love you toast - [1/1] lucy accidentally confesses her love for lockwood and tries to cover it up, leading to unresolved tension

you lost the battle, we both won the war - [1/1] lockwood gets jealous of kipps (as per usual), which leads to an interesting discussion between him and lucy (warning: implied sexual content- nothing more graphic than making out is actually written)

first and final - [1/1] lockwood asks lucy to be his first kiss, but only for business purposes of course.

like life, like fury - [1/1] 5 times lockwood wanted to kiss lucy, and one time when he actually did

the weight of us series - [6 works] lucy and lockwood have a lot of close calls and lockwood is desperately trying not to kiss lucy the entire time. (warnings: angst, discussions of sexual content but nothing graphic)

what we'll become - [4/20] lockwood & co, now working as an agency under fittes, go to the north of England to work a job and end up recruiting a new team member [or, au in which lockwood steals lucy from jacobs]. (warnings: rn as it stands there's only sexual tension but it's tagged as having sexual content.)

I met you in the dark, you lit me up - [1/1] lockwood overhears a conversation at a restaurant between a couple and decides to intervene on behalf of the gorgeous girl sitting with her prick of a boyfriend. (warnings: controlling partner, verbal abuse, body image issues)

if you want any more let me know!! once again I'm so sorry this took so long :)