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[unhealthy-leon-brainrot]

I Would Never Want Anyone Else

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Summary: Based on this request I received . Reader is insecure after encountering Ada during a mission in which the woman tries to wedge herself between you and your boyfriend. Leon shows you that you're the only one he wants and you have nothing to worry about. Pairing: Fem!Reader x Leon Tags: Hurt/Comfort, NSFW, Smut, P in V sex, oral (female receiving), loss of virginity.

This was your first solo mission and your eagerness was only outweighed by your nervousness. You were confident with your skills, but this was the first time working without a team, all you had were the items on your person and the radio in your ear. Luckily though, Leon was at the other end of that radio along with Hunnigan. How he convinced the higher ups to allow him to captain his own girlfriend’s mission you’ll never know, but you were thankful for it. Every time you heard his voice, it would send waves of calmness over you. 

Leon believed you could do this, so you could do this. 

Things were surprisingly going well so far. You managed to infiltrate all the way into the facility, take out the first few sets of guards painlessly. You opted to take a break inside the office you’d found, opting to sift through documents to see if any contain important info. The door creaked behind you and instantly you spun around and pulled your gun, only to have your wrist grabbed. Your heart sank. You’d recognize that red dress and short bob anywhere.

“Tsk. Tsk. Leon would be so disappointed, what was it he said? Oh yeah, a knife is faster.” 

“Ada.” You spat her name back at her like venom. While your romantic relationship with Leon was fresh, you’d known him for a long time, long before even Raccoon City. You’d only ever met Ada in person one time before this on a mission. The way she spoke to him, the way she touched him. It had made you twist with a burning jealousy. Leon had explained in depth to you about Ada. The way she hurt him, the way he couldn’t get her off his brain despite her hurting him. That was long before you ever asked him out though – so you had pushed those thoughts out of your mind until now. Seeing her before you again filled you with anger you didn’t know you were even capable of. When she let go of your wrist, you brought it back to your side. “What are you doing here.” “Oh you know, I never work and tell.” She said with a sly smile. You heard Leon speaking to you on the radio, trying to get your attention. Clearly he heard who had decided to greet you on your mission. It was probably a bad idea, but you couldn’t stand to hear his voice while she was right in front of you. You shut your radio down, silencing him instantly. You heard the backup line ringing on the burner phone, you shut that off too. You turned back to the woman before you. “Seriously. Why are you here, specifically here in this room?”

“Well, luckily for you our goals are mutual. I came here to help you.” “I don’t want your help.” “I wouldn’t be so sure of that.” She said handing you a tablet-like device with a map of the facility on it. You could see the number of enemies on the screen, way more than what was initially expected when going into the mission. “Fuck.” Not even Leon himself would be able to take out that many people by himself. Reluctantly you agreed to allow her to assist. Very reluctantly. This decision you would soon regret. It was like she physically couldn’t keep the comments to herself. “Has Leon taken you too Épicure yet? Beautiful restaurant in Paris, the maroon decor really just brings out his eyes.” You ignored her. Don’t let her get to you. “Savage by Dior.” “What did you say?” You asked, hardly paying attention to her. “The cologne he wears. Savage by Dior, smells delightful doesn’t it? You know I got him that special edition bottle the last time I saw him.” Do NOT let her get to you. “No, he didn’t mention that.” She laughed. As you moved along through the facility, it was becoming harder and harder to play nice. It was clear she was trying to get a rise out of you, and it was working. Your responses became quippier, your mood clearly souring. She seemed more than amused by this. It took all that was in you to rein it back in. Leon would be so disappointed if he saw how you were acting right now, you were already going to have to explain the cut off radio and lack of communication. After a few deep breaths you resolved yourself to return to a neutral state. Leon was your boyfriend, not hers. These feelings were unprofessional and unfounded. You’re on a mission, let it go. 

It was clear she didn’t like your newfound muteness, this only caused her to amp up the comments harder. “ You know, Leon’s a good boy akin to a puppy. Puppies always return to their masters.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” “I mean that Leon isn’t yours. He might act like he is, he might think he is, but he’ll always come running back to me.” She said rubbing her thumb over your cheek with a frown. “All the private meetings we share, late night phone calls. I bet he hasn’t told you about those.” You backed away from her touch immediately. 

“Poor little girl. Leon doesn’t love you, you know that right? He feels obligated towards you. What was he supposed to say when his best friend asked him out? You know him, he’s too nice a guy to let a sweet girl cry. But you know he doesn’t love you like that. Touch you like that. You could never satisfy him the way a real woman–” You slapped her across the face, sending her head turning. She looked shocked, you were surprised she didn’t see it coming honestly. She’d hit the mark on your insecurities, dead center of the target. You always felt in the back of your mind that Leon only said yes out of pity. You looked nothing like the girls he asked out or spent one-night-stands with. You knew that. Despite the several months of dating you hadn’t slept together yet, which you had been chalking up to your busy work schedules, but it didn’t change that the thought was stapled to the back of your mind. Each and every date night night where nothing really happened, you would think about it. 

Had he really been talking with her? Meeting with her behind your back all this time? Is that why he didn’t want to sleep with you?

You let yourself stew in your own upsetedness as you decided to finish the mission without her, you were almost to the end anyway, past the majority of enemies. The more you thought about her words, the more it seemed to make sense. He did take a lot of late night phone calls he wasn’t ‘at liberty’ to tell you about. Skipped out on immediate debriefings after getting back from missions. Anytime you’d try to take things further he’d cut it short. 

Your heart hammered and you hadn’t even realized the hot tears that began to stream down your face. You were definitely inexperienced compared to Leon… maybe she was right, you just weren’t the type of girl he wanted, needed.

He could’ve just been honest with me. 

You splashed some of the fresh spring water onto your face to get rid of the puffiness and collect yourself before heading to the extraction point. You finally turned the radio back on and set it to Hunnigan’s private frequency to let her know the mission was completed. You weren’t ready to speak with Leon. ~♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡~ 

 The second your boots hit US soil you made it your secondary mission to avoid Leon at all costs. You were successful at this, managing to dodge him in the office and lab, even at the private debriefing. You weren’t ready to see him. To talk to him. 

You were just about to head to the parking lot when you saw him angrily leaning up against his Jeep, which just so happened to be parked next to your car. You walked to your car keeping your head straight he stepped in front of you before you could open the door. “Do you want to explain to me what the hell that was about?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about Leon.” “Seriously? I hear Ada on the line and suddenly your radio goes dark? You don’t even answer the backup phone? I had the labs check, you manually shut off the frequency. I could have you written up for that.” He says, seething. “Not to mention you've been avoiding me since you got back. You report directly to me, you know, the captain of the mission.” “I explained the radio in my official report, which I had Hunnigan put on your desk, write me up if you want Kennedy. Now can I go home, I am exhausted.” You went to move around him but he stopped you again. “Is this seriously what we’re doing right now?” “Again, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “What the hell has gotten into you. Even our co-workers have said you’d been acting weird since you got back. Tell me what’s going on.” “I think we should break up.” You can’t believe the words flew out of your mouth like that. You saw what almost looked like a shocked expression before he went back to neutral. “Why?” “Because I said so. Things just aren’t working out.” You shouted, not containing yourself any longer. “That’s it? That’s all I get?” He asked, but moved aside so you could finally get into your car. “Yeah Leon, that’s all you get.” “Come get your shit from my apartment later then.” He said walking around to his own Jeep. You watched him turn it on and zoom out of the parking garage, you were almost worried he’d crash again. 

You went home, showered, then collapsed onto your bed. This was not how you wanted things to end and you felt like crap. But it was the right decision. Right? He was absolved of guilt and free to be with Ada or whatever posh woman he wanted. The idea of having to go to his apartment to get your stuff left you bubbling with anxiety though. You cried into your pillow before falling asleep.

~♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡~ 

You woke up a few hours laters rubbing the sleep from your eyes. That was a much needed power nap. Your phone buzzed, it was a text from Leon. He’d sent you a photo of a box with the items you’d left at his apartment captioned “Are you coming or not?” Your heart stung. You lugged your legs over the side of the bed and got up to get ready to go, silently driving all the way to his apartment. You sent him a quick text once you were in the parking lot. “Here. Heading up now.” He answered the door with a frown crossing his arms, but let you walk into the living room. You two didn’t say a word to each other which was so unusual. The silence hurt. You went to walk over to the box but he stopped you again. “Wait.” He turned you by your shoulder to look at him and meet his gaze. “You at minimum owe me an explanation.” “I already told–” “No, that's crap! We’ve been friends almost our entire lives prior to this. You do at least owe me an explanation for why you’re dumping me out of nowhere.” “Lee…” You said his nickname softly, trying to will the forming tears to go away. You saw his face and posture soften instantly. “Oh Baby girl, tell me what happened.” He cooed cupping your face. “Just tell me what’s going on.” “I just want you to be happy Lee. I know I’m not really your type. I just want you to be happy.” He shook his head. “What on earth are you talking about?” He moved his hands from your face to your back, rubbing soft circles on your lower back. “Ada she… she told me about your private meetings, your late night calls…the gift she gave you the last time she saw you. I get it I do, she’s beautiful and gorgeous, so are all the girls you take home. I know you just said yes to me because you felt sorry for me. S’okay Lee. I get it.” You were sobbing into him now while you explained everything Ada had told you, those pent up feelings. “I know that’s why you haven't slept with me yet too. So let’s just call it quits before it hurts too bad and I won’t even be able to stay your friend anymore…because I don’t want that either.” 

His grip on you tightened holding you to his chest. “Sweetheart, none of that is true. She was lying to you. “ “What?”

“She was lying to you. I can’t tell you the last time I’ve seen Ada in person. I take late night meetings for work, but never for her. She messed me up bad. I’d never take her back, not with a gun to my head.” He lifted your chin so you were looking up at him as he rubbed the tears from your cheeks. “You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, always have been. Shit. I’m sorry if I ever made you feel that way. I just wanted to do things right this time, take things slow. I know you’ve never. . . I just wanted you to be sure that you really wanted me to be your first, and I wanted you to know that I didn’t just want you for that. You’re my best friend, my girl, I love you.” Those were the first time you’d heard him say those words and they set your heart a flutter. “Lee…I love you too.” Your crying had died down to soft sniffles. “Let me show you how much I love you, yeah?” He asked, crashing his lips into yours before lifting you up and carrying you to his bedroom, plopping you on the end of his bed. He pushed you down onto your back and crawled over you, connecting your lips again. He ran his tongue over your bottom lip encouraging you to open up for him, which you did willingly. He explored your mouth with his tongue before coaxing yours out to suck on it gently, causing you to moan. He pulled away leaving a trail of saliva still connecting your mouths. “Gonna show my girl just how badly I want her. How perfect she is to me.” Leon kissed the corner of your mouth before trailing kisses down to your neck. He’d suck a few love bites there before soothing the already purple skin with his tongue, living for each mewl you made just for him. He sat you up for a moment so he could help you out of your shirt and bra. “God you have perfect fucking tits too.” You’d never heard him talk like that before and it sent heat straight to your already hot and throbbing pussy. He immediately latched on to one of your nipples, swirling his tongue over the hardening nub and sucking on it while he worked the other one with his hand. You moaned and gently grabbed at his hair feeling him chuckle as he moved downwards running his tongue along your stomach stopping just above the waistband of your pants where he sucked another hickey causing you to giggle and squirm. “Lee!” “Patience princess.” He said with a soft chuckle before he undid the button of your pants and slid them off along with your underwear, you arched yourself to make it easier for him. He moved forward to get between your legs but you clamped them shut, a blush forming on your cheeks. “Wait.” “What’s wrong baby?”

You tugged at the sleeve of his hoodie and pouted. “Not fair that I’m the only one naked.” “Alright, alright.” He said tugging the hoodie and tshirt over his head before kicking his shoes off. While he worked the belt of his pants off you took the opportunity to run your eyes over his built and muscular torso. You’d seen him shirtless before, but in this context it felt so different. The way his muscles moved just did something to you, feeling slick making a mess on your thighs now. If you’d been standing you’re sure it would’ve been running down your legs. He yanked his pants down and you could see the tent in his boxers a wet spot forming where his tip was leaking precum already. He removed his boxers too allowing his throbbing cock to spring forward, he pumped it once groaning before kneeling back down in front of you. He separated your legs before pulling you forward propping one leg on each shoulder, and wrapped his arms around them. You squealed when he leaned forward and licked slowly up and down your slit. “God you taste so good.” He circled his tongue over your clit a few times, holding your legs tight to keep you from squirming. “Fuckin’ delicious.” He mumbled against you before sucking on your clit then running his tongue down to your hole thrusting it in and out a bit, his nose still rubbing against your sensitive bundle of nerves. 

“God, I’m so close.” “Cum on my tongue baby.” He said resuming his attack on your clit, switching between lapping at it with the flat part of his tongue and circling it with the tip. The heat that had been building up in your core had exploded and you moaned his name loudly like a chant as you came on his face, he slowly lapped at you working you through the orgasm. “God that was hot.” He said climbing back up to kiss you again. He pumped himself a few times before he lined his cock up to you, he ran it up and down your slit to get it soaked in your wetness, causing you to jolt a little each time it makes contact with your overly sensitive clit. “Ready, sweetheart?” He asks softly, once you nod he’s gently sinking his fat head into your sopping hole. “God you’re so fucking tight.” He groans, slowly easing in further and further past the tight resistance. “Let me know if I’m hurting you at all baby.” You nodded, not being able to speak coherently at the moment. He was thick and long, with every movement you couldn’t believe there was still more to go. Once he bottomed out in you, you felt so stretched and full, you moaned at the sensation. 

“Gonna start moving now baby.” He warned before he worked his hands to your hips and slid out a little. He started off with some slow shallow thrusts giving you the chance to adjust before speeding up his movements. Once he felt you were ready he leaned forward so he could bury his face in your neck and wrapped one arm under your back. He pulled out to the tip before sinking all the way back in. You moaned again feeling the head of his cock rub the special sensitive spot inside of you. “God Lee…” He continued the action over and over, leaving you a soppy mess beneath him. He whispered in your ear. “I love you baby. You’re gripping me so tight. My perfect, perfect girl, don’t want anyone else.” His words sent a calmness over your heart and help build the heat again in your core. Between that and his thrusting you were close again. Leon sat up a little to kiss you before adjusting positions so he could rub your clit with his thumb while he worked himself in and out of you. It didn’t take long before you came undone again, crying his name like a prayer. His pace became more uneven and rapid as he chased his own pleasure, eyes closed and brows knitted together. “S’okay if I cum in you baby?” “God yes.” “Gonna fill up that pretty little pussy and show it who it belongs to.” A few thrusts later and he exploded, filling your cunt with hot sticky ropes of cum riding it out with slow thrusts. He collapsed next to you on the bed and pulled you close to him, kissing your forehead. “You alright? In any pain?” “I’m more than alright, Lee.” You said, snuggling into his arms. A few minutes of silence later and you decided to speak. “I’m sorry.” “F’what?” He asked in a voice laced with sleepiness. “I should’ve been honest with my feelings. I shouldn’t have doubted you. And I certainly shouldn’t have listened to her.” “Don’t worry about it baby. My perfect, sweet girl. I would never want anyone else.” His words wrapped around your heart like armor and you fell asleep with him holding you. Despite how things started, you couldn’t be happier than in this moment.

[punkaches]

And when you kiss me I am happy enough to die.

[myokk]

note-taking

pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

word count: 3,6k

summary: mc loves flustering sebastian with her notes during class😇

cw: NONE this is just fluff, mutual pining, idiots in love, it takes a while for them to admit their feelings, I rated it M for some language/sexual themes

a/n: I laughed a lot as I wrote this on the train, I hope you enjoy reading about these two idiots (endearing) as much as I did writing them

A beetle slowly makes its way across Sebastian Sallow's desk.

The classroom is silent - save for the scratching of quills furiously calculating the Arithmatic probability of who will be the next Minister and the quiet murmur of his professor as she helps Hobhouse (how did he even get into the N.E.W.T. level?) - and Sebastian is going absolutely mad.

He counts how many seconds it takes for the beetle to reach his abandoned quill (fifteen). But, when it takes its seventh step after making it over the quill (an auspicious sign), Sebastian slams his hand down on top of it.

The loud noise echoes through the silent classroom and Sebastian hears her snickering coming from behind him as the whole class turns to see what has happened. His ears turn red, he wishes he could jinx her somehow, and yet he is terribly curious to see what she has sent him this time. Sebastian hopes that everyone has gone back to their equations and stops staring at him, because now that it's in his hands, his fingers are itching to open it. His hands eagerly - shamefully eager, if you ask him - unravel the note he's crumpled up in his hands - almost a shame that he destroyed the beetle, it was one of her better creations - and Sebastian soon curses his haste.

His ears would be an even deeper shade of red were his blood not currently draining to a different part of his body. Sebastian shifts uncomfortably in his seat as he continues reading the note, his eyes flying across the tiny note once, twice, three times before he crumples it up and adds it to the graveyard of the other notes she has been sending him all day. The words fuck my soaking cunt flash up at him and he adjusts his schoolbag so that if anyone were to walk past and look into it, they wouldn't suspect a thing.

You see, this has been going on all week. Sebastian knew that when his seventh year started, it was going to be the culmination of their academic rivalry, but he never expected this. That witch has made taunting him her personal vendetta, and it's working.

Sebastian can't get her out of his mind.

It started in Herbology on Monday, at exactly 7.37 in the morning. Sebastian had been sitting next to Ominis, both complaining under their breaths at how early Professor Garlick had made them wake up (something about the plants blooming - Sebastian can't remember now). He had seen a little snake slither past Ominis's hands, making its way directly to him, and he does remember that he thought it was quite strange that Ominis didn't seem to react to the snake's presence. And then - he took a closer look at it - he saw that it was made of paper. Curious, Sebastian had thought as he grabbed and unfolded it. Reading it started an unfortunate chain of events.

It started out innocently enough, he supposes. Well, if you can call the most indecent thing he's ever read innocent, then it started out innocently.

Sallow - let me just say how absolutely delicious you look in your jacket this morning. I find I want to rip it off of your broad shoulders. Did you hit a growth spurt this summer?

He had flushed, briefly glanced over his shoulder - maybe he could see a face as flushed as his was, watching his reaction, but nothing - before looking back to the note, squinting at the familiar (familiar?) handwriting when Ominis had interrupted him.

"Sebastian? I think we need to start trimming the budding flowers now..."

His voice had blended in with the buzzing in Sebastian's ears as he stared intently down at the note in his hands. He had soon figured out who sent it - how could he not recognize her handwriting? - and the rest of Herbology class had been an absolute disaster. He had spent the whole rest of his time haphazardly massacring his plants and ignoring Ominis's pleas for help as he ruminated on her and what did she mean by her note? Her maddening laughter floated over the sound of tiny, precise snips as Sebastian's classmates did as they were supposed to, boring into his mind as he tried his hardest to figure out what she was up to.

Her plan's working, whatever it is. Sebastian has been frustrated to no end. She's nobody to him, just Anne's annoying best friend. Well, that's not entirely true, and Sebastian doesn't like to lie to himself. She was his closest friend last year, and the year before...ever since she arrived at Hogwarts, really. They did everything together, but something had changed when she visited that summer.

She had spent less time laughing with him, instead choosing to whisper with Anne about Merlin knows what, sometimes looking at him with an expression he couldn't place that had started to drive him crazy.

Sebastian had decided that a certain someone made no sense, that he would ignore the strange way his stomach would flip in her presence, and that he would focus all of his energy into besting her at everything. Maybe if she was embarrassed about being inferior to him, she would stop all of this. Although he would never admit it, he had started having nightmares about her gasping beneath him and needing him, that strange look from the summer flashing in dream-her's eyes, blissful fantasies that have him waking up hard and needing to cast a silencing charm around his bed before he can start his days.

Needless to say, these dreams have become infinitely worse this week.

What started out as a joke has quickly spiraled into an obsession. She soon finds herself watching Sebastian with breathless anticipation every time she sends a note over to him, relishing in the deep flush of his cheeks as he sneaks glances over his shoulder at her.

She doesn't really know what possessed her to start in the first place. A stroke of daring, she supposes as she finishes her latest note with a flourish and charms it to fold itself into a tiny swallow. And, she muses, watching the bird fly towards its victim, it's rather fun to fluster him so.

It's what he deserves, after all, after she has spent a whole year pining after him. A whole bloody year of sighing as he leaned over her shoulder in the library to point at something in her textbook, of his chin resting on top of her head, of warm breath tickling her ears, of watching him defeat every opponent in Crossed Wands, of watching him laugh despite himself at her little quips in Transfiguration. Of making sure -

She stifles a smile as she watches Sebastian eagerly grab the swallow as it flitters towards him. At first, he had tried acting nonchalant, like a cat biding its time before it pounces. Ignoring the notes she's been sending until he can't stand it and then: squashing them, smashing them, trapping them in his large hands, long fingers eager to unfold the note and see what she has to say.

Now, he has abandoned any pretense of aloofness he might have had before.

She can see it in the rigid set of his shoulders. The tension releases somewhat every time he opens a note, but quickly returns as he crumples them up and adds them to his collection. She hopes he's getting as wound up as she is, hopes that he's beginning to know an ounce of the suffering he has been putting her through.

A small voice in the back of her head tells her that she's being unfair, that maybe he's just oblivious - but then, why would he have looked at her like that all summer? And - almost the most maddening thing of all - ever since their seventh year started, he has made it a point to try and best her in every class. She couldn't move on from her silly little crush even if she wanted to, when his deep voice cuts through hers every single class to answer first, when he's always right ahead of her in Potions to get the best ingredients, when he's the one standing across from her in the mock duels in Hecat's class and as he raises his wand and her breath catches in her throat and -... Well, it's only fair, then, that she tries to distract him during class.

She's wondering what the next note should say, is lightly rubbing the edges of the quill's feather against her lips - did she go too far with the latest note? - when the scraping of a chair next to her pulls her out of her thoughts. She jumps at the jarring noise, the quill clatters on the table as it falls, and she feels her own face flush when she sees Sebastian sprawling himself out in the seat right next to hers.

There's a look on his face that she's never seen before and she feels as if all of the air has left her body when he leans in close to her - she could start counting his freckles if her brain hadn't gone completely empty - warm breath tickling her ear as he breathes, "What do you think you're doing?"

She hasn't thought this far ahead.

Why hadn't it occurred to her that Sebastian might confront her about the notes?

"I..." she falters, trying to get her thoughts working again, so that she can find something to say to get her out of this situation. Because she didn't actually want him to notice her, did she? And, what could she possibly say in defense of the filthy things she's been sending him all week? She can't seem to break eye contact with him: she swallows nervously: she tries again: "I -"

Her words fail her once again, when Sebastian's warm hand comes to rest on top of her thigh. Her thick wool skirt might be acting as a barrier between them, but it somehow feels like he's touching her bare skin and her whole body heats up uncontrollably. Even like this, his touch is better - more electric - than what she's been imagining this whole time.

He turns away and pulls parchment out with the hand that isn't actively caressing her thigh, and reaches across her for the quill that has fallen from her fingers. She hears scratching as he starts working on his equations - she vaguely thinks that she should be working on them too, isn't she supposed to be trying to do better than him? But -... her breathing is shallow - all of her nerve endings have seemingly migrated to the spot on her inner thigh that Sebastian's thumb is now massaging in tiny circles - maybe her brain has just packed its bags and left on holiday to Bath for all the use it's giving her now.

He doesn't even spare her a glance during the rest of the class, continues to diligently work on his equations for the first time all week, but his large hand remains on her thigh, completely obliterating any thought from her mind that doesn't have something to do with the warmth that keeps pooling deep in her stomach at his touch.

When the class is blissfully (unfortunately) over, Sebastian finally pulls his hand away and she squeaks in protest against her wishes - her thigh is now cold - that must be it (just discomfort, that's all) - she doesn't feel the relief she thought she would at his absence. He smirks down at the parchment he's rolling up, packs everything into his school bag, and leaves her behind without his eyes darting to hers even once.

Seven notes.

She has sent Sebastian seven bloody notes over the course of the last three days, and as he looks over at the crumpled up papers sitting on the desk in his dorm room, notes he tried his best to smooth out, he feels his heart race increase. He doesn't understand why she's doing this, but he does understand how it's making him feel. He could barely even think during Arithmancy, knowing how much his presence was affecting her, feeling her warm thigh under his hand. And when she protested when he removed his hand, well. He had to get out of there as fast as possible.

Maybe it's a good thing she didn't have the presence of mind to look at his arithmatic equations during class, because they are, unfortunately, incomprehensible. He had to keep up the charade by pretending to scribble for the rest of class, but now he almost regrets it - almost - because his pride won't allow him to ask Amit for his notes.

Sebastian has spent the evening poring over his textbook, trying to make sense of something that should be coming easily to him - Anne doesn't tease him about his strange obsession with numbers for no reason - and yet, his eyes keep wandering over to her notes. (Why did he even take them out of his bag in the first place?) (Why hasn't he burned those blasted things yet?) He has decided to forego studying in the library, the common room, and the Undercroft (places where he might see the object of his inner turmoil), and yet he is still getting nothing done even in the peaceful silence of his dormitory. Because her letters are shouting at him.

Well, not really, as they aren't Howlers. They might as well be, though, with how much he has reread them since he took them out of his bag. A smile spreads across his face despite himself as he puts his plaid jacket - the one he wore on Monday - on his chair to wear tomorrow. That stupid smile doesn't leave his face as he brushes his teeth next to Ominis before bed (thanking Merlin that Ominis is blind and can't pester him about what he cannot see), nor does it leave as he tries to fall asleep that night.

Suffice it to say, Sebastian does not get much sleep that night.

"...caught her snogging Prewett in the boathouse."

"Oh Merlin." A giggle. "I wonder if he's any good. Don't look at me like that, I know you've wondered the same thing..."

She blushes as she tucks her head down, trying to concentrate on the reading before her but it's difficult. First, because Sacharissa is being entirely too loud as she gossips with Grace - they might be some of the first at breakfast, but that doesn't mean they're alone - and second, because she is reading the book she filched from Sacharissa's bag. It's been charmed to look like a History of Magic textbook (nobody would ever be interested enough in one of those to filch it back) and she hopes that it's enough to make sure that no one distracts her in her research.

She has never had experience of the amorous sort before, and she has run out of things to put in the letters she's been sending to Sebastian - they were all just things she had been thinking, or things that she's overheard the boys saying when they thought they were alone. But what she's been reading in Sacharissa's novel - if it can even be called that - are enough to make her so hot and bothered that she's not sure if she should retreat back to her dorm room to read it in peace. As her eyes fly over the words, she pictures Sebastian doing those things to her, with her, and it's enough to make it so she's not even sure she can look him in the eye ever again. The feeling of his hand on her thigh the day before has imprinted itself on her body and in her brain and she barely got any sleep because of it.

"What are you reading?" asks Anne as she plops herself down on the bench, trying to look over her shoulder. She flinches and slams her book shut as fast as possible, feeling her traitorous face heat up. She knows she's making it all more suspicious, but Anne cannot find out. Anne shrugs and starts buttering her toast, stifling a yawn. "I never knew that the Vampire Treatises of the 15th century were so interesting. By the way, have you seen my brother at all? I couldn't find him last night and - Oi, Sebastian!"

Anne stands halfway up and starts waving him over, and she wishes she could vanish. Maybe, instead of researching fresh ways to torture him, she should have been learning how to most effectively vanish oneself from the face of the Earth. She's sure the heat she feels burning her cheeks as she sees him walk over to them is translating to her face being a bright, red, ugly beacon calling to him.

As he walks over to their table, looking entirely too irresistible in that plaid jacket of his, Merlin, his growth spurt really -

"Ladies," he says, nodding at them as he takes a seat across the table, "how did you sleep?"

She knows he's giving her a pointed look as he asks, but she has started to choke on the pumpkin juice she started drinking as he walked over - she is, unfortunately, picturing them doing some of the filthy things she's just read together - and could she really make more of a fool of herself than she already has at this point? But then - he grabs her book. Her heart lurches but she can't do anything due to the fact she's still spluttering over her pumpkin juice, and she watches in horrified fascination as he starts flicking through the pages. His eyebrows raise steadily higher and higher as he reads, his own face turning a shade of red she's certain matches her own. She curses herself again - vampires are so interesting, of course he would want to read about them - she should have made the cover a topic she knows Sebastian hates, like a compendium of spells to boost fingernail growth or a Duncan Hobhouse biography - but it's too late now.

Sebastian clears his throat and glances at her, and she sees uncertainty, vulnerability in his eyes as they make brief contact with hers. Finally her brain starts working - quite possibly for the first time since she started this stupid game in Herbology on Monday - and she hastily stands up, snatching the book from Sebastian's hands - he puts up no resistance - and clutches it to her chest as she blurts out in one breath: "I-slept-terribly-last-night-and-it's-all-thanks-to-you."

And now, she's fleeing the Great Hall, wondering what's gotten into her.

She next sees Sebastian during their Ancient Runes class. Well, she doesn't actually see him: she's made it a point to be the first to enter the class, and keeps her head down as she stares at her parchment the second everything is set up perfectly. Inkwell - parchment - her stupid replacement quill - textbook - everything is in place. After the disastrous event otherwise known as breakfast, she's decided that she's over her silly little crush, and she will never think about Sebastian Sallow again. She will never think about things she might say that will make him laugh again, she will never think of book recommendations again, she will certainly never think of his strong hands caressing her thigh again, and she will never, ever -

A tiny paper fox climbs into her hand.

I didn't get any sleep last night either, because of you. P.S. I still have your quill.

She flushes and looks over her shoulder. Sebastian flashes her a crooked smile that makes her stomach lurch in an unfamiliar way, before he ducks his head down and continues to scribble his translations with her quill. Her quill. A new flash of hatred surges through her - that's what these intense feelings must be - and she decides she needs to get it back.

Instead of translations, she hatefully scribbles down everything that she wants to do to Sebastian Sallow - she wants punch his stupid face, wait: she wants to kiss his stupid freckled face and hold his silly beautiful hands and she wants to feel the deep rumble of his laugh after her jokes as she rests her head on his shoulder and she wants to read next to him and have things be back to how they always were, and yet she wants more than that, more than just being friends, it's what she's wanted all along, isn't it? - and she marches after him when the class has finished.

Sebastian doesn't spare her a glance even though he has to know she's behind him with how much noise her frustrated huffing makes as they weave through the throngs of students in the hallways. It's lunchtime, and yet instead of heading to the Great Hall, he's leading her somewhere else.

He finally stops when they reach the top of the Astronomy Tower, and she opens her mouth to protest. She knows she's terribly flushed, her chest heaving as she glares up at him: "You are despicable! I need my quill -"

She's cut off from speaking as before she knows it, his hands are caressing her face and he is kissing her. Oh, Merlin, it's better than she could have hoped it to be, and her own traitorous body and mind have forgotten the alliance formed against him in the face of Sebastian Sallow's persistence and she's wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down closer, making sure he can't get away from her again.

Maybe later she can show him all of her notes on how much she hates him and they can have a laugh. Maybe later they can revisit some passages from the book she filched.

But right now, she doesn't let go of Sebastian.

[spirk-trek]

Precessional Fanzine & Novel | Merle Decker, 1980

[hailsatanacab]

“To whom,” Alfred rasps, pausing to clear his throat and establish his sense of decorum, “May I ask, to whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?”

The creature stops, blinks its owlish eyes at him, and lets out a bark of laughter.

“Forgive me,” it says, still chuckling lightly, raising a hand to rub at the back of his neck. Alfred is suddenly struck by the feeling that this creature is not as timeless, nor as old or as wizened, as it wished to present itself. “I am making a terrible first impression. My name is Phantom, current High King of the Infinite Realms.”

Contractual Obligations by me!!!

I couldn't get the image of Ghost King Danny out of my head, so here he is!! Acrylic on canvas, and I'm so happy with it - he came out a lot better than I thought he would 😅

[miatartistry]

so we were all going crazy imagining this scene… right…

[general-gt]

This is definitely not what I had plans to write and finish in 2 days, but @keferon’s mecha pilot jazz au infected my brain and I had to shake this thing loose.

[girlshadowthehedgehog]

wowzas!! here's my submission for the @sthbigbang in collaboration with the lovely writer @stillafanofsonic and the artists @vulcan-moon , @whalesharkstho , and @brobexx!! it was an absolute pleasure to work with talented artists on an incredible story. check out their submissions, too!!!! <3

fic: x

artwork: x x x

[demaparbat-hp]

Zuko looked up and locked eyes with his cousin, who was struck speechless. Then, ever so slowly, Lu Ten's lips twitched upwards. And then he smiled. And then he beamed. And then he nodded proudly once, just once, and vanished.

Lu Ten comes back in For the Spirits Chapter VII: Take Me South, only to leave Zuko with more questions than answers. Just how much is he truly aware of? When will he return? What is Zuko going to do now?

(What will the South bring?)

[iwannascreameurekaa]

As much as I dislike caleo, calypso herself is not an inherently bad character (only talking about pjo, if we're talking about the accurate calypso from Greek myths then I'm tying up my hair and putting my hands up she's awful there)

but the thing is that TOA caleo ruined any development that she could have had

You had a boy who never felt loved and a girl who always fell in love with people that couldn't stay and threw them together? It's a good ship in concept

but then you get to the plot holes and stuff

like calypso being 6000+ years old and Leo being 16

and calypso being insanely rude and demeaning to Leo throughout TOA

it's just not a good ship and I'm sorry because it could've been cute it really could've but it's not

i really really hope that rick realizes that caleo isn't a good or healthy relationship bc it would be better for both calypso and Leo to break up

imagine calypso, someone who has been cursed to never find true love (JUST LIKE REYNA!) finally getting in the mindset that she doesn't need a guy to be happy that she can live her own life without relying on romance

imagine calypso joining the hunters of artemis. would that not be the most perfect thing for her character?

and Leo, who has never found someone who stays with him and loves him for who he is, going on a mission (similar to Orpheus and Eurydice) and bringing Jason back to life and them living together

it's my silly valgrace obsessed brain but seriously??? THIS WOULD BE SO GOOD

And the fanfic writers that I know have written "sequels" like this and did it so perfectly prove that this COULD be done

please Rick I am begging you make my tragic gays happen PLEASEEE

[koroart]

“Who dares enter our ancient hunting grounds?” | dmclweek24: Day 3 | Prompt: Supernatural AU ✨

Here is another dimiclaude week piece! This is actually a collab between me and my good friend @broilmage ! Who wrote a fic that accompanies this piece titled Encased in Ice !!

[an-established-butt-dent]

Meet my current Inquisitor: Yrja Lavellan.

This is my Second solavellan playthrough, and because I tried to postpone the crestwood scene as much as possible i’m literally a level 28 during ‘what pride has wrought’ Lollll. Coryphasswhatshisname is getting ended in one punch once I finish the final quests before Trespasser .

I’m making (some) opposite choices compared to my first playthough. Aka I used the American voice, sided with the Templars, didn’t drink from the well of Sorrows, Solas removed her vallaslin and she’s going to hunt her ex husband down. Solas ya bettter be prepared. This girl is gonna age like a fine wine, with notes of bitterness, heartbreak and revenge.

Sidenote, I’m seriously loving the lighting in the Decent DLC. The screenshot I used as a reference is [shefs’ kiss].

[swaps55]

Cover art by the utterly phenomenal @legionofpotatoes!

Mezzo

Pairing: mshenko | Rating: M Tags: Canon-typical violence, trauma, dealing with your problems poorly, body autonomy struggles   Summary: The twists and turns of ME2, through the eyes of everyone but Commander Shepard. Chapter Summary: Death was the only way

Chapter 1: Stars | Read on Ao3

At first, you think you can survive this. Your ship is in pieces, your momentum catapulting you away from the wreck, the planet you call Alchera watching serenely as your life burns. You tell yourself, you’ve faced worse. The first time you fought death was the first breath you took, into lungs that weren’t ready, in a body too small and fragile to survive on its own. You struggled for days in a vessel adrift between our stars, an insignificant speck of heat in our cold universe, determined to burn as bright as a sun. When your mother finally held you for the first time, she showed you to us and asked if we were what you were in such a hurry to see for yourself. You have always been ours. You were ours when your father sang you to sleep while we gleamed through the shutters. You were ours when you rose for the first time on unsteady legs because you wanted to see us. You were ours when you felt our power come to life under your skin and understood that we are part of you in ways you’d never imagined. How many times did you palm the glow of dark matter in your hand and imagine you were one of us? But no matter how bright you burn now, it won’t be enough to save you. There is fear, now, but you swallow it back.    The second time you fought death it wasn’t your life you were fighting for. You begged, pleaded, to march into the unknown and rescue a father who didn’t come home, and when no one listened, you turned to us in the dark and begged to take his place. That was when you learned we could be cruel.   We felt your pain, we heard your anger, we wi ditnessed your tears and did nothing. And you forgave us. We wonder if you will forgive us now.

Read the rest on Ao3 | The Mezzo Playlist

[myokk]

my first attempt at digital art (never again🥲) for mctober💘

Eloise Babbit✨

slytherin

5th year

favorite subjects: arithmancy & ancient runes

least favorite subject: beasts (animals make her nervous🥲)

hobbies: reading & thinking (IT’S A HOBBY OKAY??)

[ronnierosest]

Zakkura "So he never initiates, never asks, and waits." - inspired by a fanfiction we're friends, right? (very adult) by totosheadset

[every-moment-a-different-sound]

Painland week day 1: Language of love (touch)

tender is the ghost (the ghost I love the most) by @nix-nihili

A hand snaked out to grip Edwin's forearm, the pressure stopping him from peeking out further beyond the edge of the skip. Despite their layers of clothing and the urgency with which Charles had reached out, Edwin could feel the emanating warmth of the touch. It had been years since the very first time; that singular passing gesture that evolved into friendly pats on the back and crowding of personal space on a daily basis. Charles never lingered too long though, always pulling away right before Edwin got the chance to process, to wipe the stunned expression off his face, to drink it in like a man dehydrated. But this was lingering. - Charles has always been a touchy person and Edwin has decidedly not. (He wants to though. Desperately.) or Five times Charles initiates touch over thirty decades and one time it's Edwin.