#you know his hair might actually be harder than Sebastian’s

[writing-intheundercroft]

WIP: Garreth Weasley

A handsome potioneer (who is a baker in an alternative universe)

[cursedonyx]

Hogwarts Legacy Characters React to Being in a Haunted House Attraction

Sebastian Sallow

This boy doesn’t know the meaning of the word fear. Not in the sense of ghosties and ghoulies, anyway. He’s more frightened of things that can actually hurt, like Anne’s curse and Solomon’s abuse. Considering he willingly sought out tombs and catacombs to explore that are full of inferi, a haunted house is a walk in the park for this ballsy lad. He might jump if a scare actor pops up but then he’ll laugh and tell them ‘you got me!’ He treats the whole thing as a game and relishes any puzzles he comes across. He’s most often found joking with Ominis about everything, but this is partly because he's extremely protective of his best friend. Even though he knows he’s more than capable, he’ll keep an eye on him all the same.

Sebastian absolutely wants to go again the second he’s out, and might complain if he’s not allowed.

Ominis Gaunt

Shockingly, none of the visual scares work on our prince of snakes, and he soon gets used to the cacophony of spooky noises that surround him, they don’t bother him. He does find it a bit disorienting if there’s a lot of noise, and though he complains that he’s bored or finds it pointless, a very well-placed sound-effect will have him leap Scooby-Doo style into the closest person’s arms. He’s grossed out if he has to touch anything nasty and will avoid it at all costs. Everyone follows him through the hall of mirrors because to him, it’s just a hall.

He does end up enjoying it more than he’ll admit out loud, because after growing up in the house he did, what true fear can be found in a haunted house? It’s nice to be scared safely around his friends.

Garreth Weasley

Similarly to Sebastian, Garreth has a good time in haunted houses, but he’s very easily startled or spooked. He’s the first to scream at a jumpscare and he’s absolutely terrified of anything resembling a scary white lady with long black hair. He can and will bolt if he sees this. To cover his nerves, he makes loud, crass jokes and puns, which will either help calm everyone down or piss them off.

He and Sebastian might get into a dick-swinging contest about who’s the least scared, but when Seb suggests they go through alone, Garreth is not keen, but he’ll do it if he’s sufficiently egged-on, and he will shit bricks. It’s harder to be brave when there’s no one to show off for.

Leander Prewett

Leander is the type to boast about how ‘not scary’ these types of attractions are when he’s in the queue, but the moment he’s inside, he’s holding onto Garreth’s hand for dear life and more often than not is hiding his face in the back of Garreth’s shirt. Credit to him, he’ll go through the whole haunted house, but it’ll take a lot for him to actually feel brave enough to peek at his surroundings. He’ll probably regret it, because with Leander’s luck, he’s going to come face to face with something terrifying. The only time he’ll not cling onto Garreth like a life-raft is if he’s in there with people who are more frightened than he is – seeing other people more scared than him brings out the true Gryffindor bravery in him and he’ll lead them through, even if he needs a very strong drink afterwards.

Amit Thakkar

Perhaps surprisingly, Amit loves haunted houses. He knows they’re all pretend and are full of actors, not actual things trying to kill him, so to him they’re very much a game, a way to experience danger without actually being in danger. He’ll still shriek like a banshee at every little thing and might even run away at times, but the only thing he’ll outright refuse to do is crawl through a small space. He’ll have to be immobilised and pulled through if the group comes across one, because he absolutely will not do it under his own steam.

Andrew Larson

He’s a nervous giggler, and is cackling pretty much all the way through. He feels safest if he can hold onto someone and will probably form a chain with Garreth and Leander. That said, he’s not above taking advantage of how unnerved everyone is and he might try a few of his own scares, like running his fingers over the back of someone’s neck and pretending he didn’t, or blowing puffs of air on someone. He’s not particularly subtle and will probably be caught out quite quickly, but he’s such a sweetheart that everyone forgives him.

Duncan Hobhouse

Similarly to Leander, Duncan will boast to everyone that haunted houses don’t scare him, but he’ll only boast about that when there’s no chance of him being within fifty miles of one. He’ll come up with all sorts of excuses to avoid going, but if he’s forced, he’s going to be bawling from the moment he sets foot inside. Chances are he won’t make it to the end and has to be rescued by the staff before he has a full-on meltdown. Ominis, naturally, will take every opportunity to scare him more and make him leave so he can enjoy the rest of the attraction in relative peace. One could term this cruel, if it wasn’t for the fact that Duncan had been planning to do the exact same thing but meaner to Ominis until his cowardice got the better of him.

Natsai Onai

Natty can take or leave a hunted house. She enjoys the experience, but she’s had one too many scares in her life to take any real enjoyment out of being deliberately scared for fun. What she likes is the camaraderie with her friends as they all go through together, and she’ll be the first to make fun of herself for screaming at a spider when an axe-wielding maniac is chasing them down a hallway.

She’s also a bit of a mum-friend – if someone’s really struggling, she’ll do her best to comfort them and show them that haunted houses aren’t that scary, so she’ll probably be part of the chain with Garreth, Leander and Andrew. She’ll hum nursery-rhymes from her childhood when she gets nervous, and the others find this both endearing and comforting.

Poppy Sweeting

This little hellion will scare the actors. Poppy is a feral nutbucket and she delights in the chaos of the average haunted house. She will happy charge ahead by herself, shriek and wail at the actors to make them back off then go running back to the group with a huge grin on her face. On occasion, Garreth might pick her up and point her at something particularly scary, like a whirling-limbs-shield.

Poppy’s laughter is genuine in a haunted house. She loves the décor, the aesthetic, and the efforts the actors put in, and her enthusiasm is infectious. She and Sebastian will probably run off ahead together at some point, find some masks or bandages, then jump out and scare their friends.

She will actively try to save any real spiders she finds, and chances are her pockets will be full of them when she leaves.

Imelda Rayes

Imelda will probably affect great boredom going through a haunted house, complaining loudly about how dull everything is. She’s got a keen eye and great reactions, so she’ll probably spot a scare coming a mile off, most of the time. A skeleton would pop out and she’d yawn and go ‘seen it before!’ but then she’d turn around and come face to face with a scare she wasn’t expecting and scream the place down. Being used to yelling across a quidditch pitch, Imelda’s screams are quite something to behold, and Ominis learns very quickly not to stand too close to her for fear of going deaf.

Once out, Imelda will be the one giving a blow-by-blow of what happened inside, laughing with everyone about which bits scared whom and doing impressions of everyone’s reactions.

Masterlist

[natsuki208]

Smiles, Flowers and Sun Showers 🌦

Who would’ve guessed that a nice father-and-son outing at the park would end so chaotically rainy and… still be very charming.

-

“He’s the temporary head of the Phantomhives, isn’t he?”

Upper class women whisper among each other whilst staring at the tall, raven-black haired man in distance from them. He’s simply minding his own business and yet they have the nerve to gossip about him once more, it’s no wonder the man has no problem to barely interact with their kind.

Sebastian Michaelis only has one exception of course - his son Ciel Phantomhive. And for such a dry, sunny day like today, he decided to allow Ciel to accompany him while walking through London. Luckily it’s mid-summer so Sebastian doesn’t have to worry about his child’s illness coming in and ruining everything.

They’re both currently in Hyde Park as a resting spot for Ciel once he quickly exhausted himself after such a long walk, and aside from the nearby gossiping, is a delightful moment for the demon. Sure he’s just sitting on a bench watching his child examining and picking flowers, talking to himself about which one is prettier, but it beats having to attend talks about the royal family any day.

Sebastian softly smiles to himself the whole time, not getting annoyed to much by Ciel’s humming and yammering as a good father should - but that was when his sharp sense of hearing picks up on something.

Sounds like water, very faint water. What can it be? It can’t be rain, can it? There wasn’t any sign of dark clouds since this morning. Perhaps it’s just gardeners walking around to tend to the plants all around the park, but still, Sebastian remains cautious for the time being.

The demon’s senses are interrupted by his little boy’s words for attention. He’s waving a yellow primrose in his hand and right up at his father.

“Papa, there’s a bug on dhis one.” He says in a tiny, worried voice.

Sebastian’s full attention comes fully back to his child as he takes notice of the insect, which is red and covered in black dots, resting on one petal.

“Oh, that’s a ladybird. It won’t do you any harm so don’t worry.” He calmly informs Ciel.

Ciel continues to look at the ladybird on the flower, actually, he’s more keen on the flower than the tiny black-spotted insect.

“Will Lizzy like it?”

“I’m sure she would. She does tend to like flowers a lot. Although you might not want to pick that one, we’ll buy better flowers for her later. Okay?”

“Oh… okay.” The boy is saddened by the fact that his cousin won’t get to see what he picked for her, but is aware that his father knows best so he goes along with it.

*drip*

A tiny drop of water lands straight onto the yellow flower. This catches Ciel’s curiosity.

*drip* *drip*

Two more fall right from the sky, this time Sebastian feels it as more land on his hair.

*drip* *drip* *drip*

More water rains from above, bigger, faster but the sky in which they come does not get darker. Most people in the park begin to run for shelter, others just put up their umbrellas as if they were prepared - unlike the demon and his son.

Little Ciel immediately covers his head with his arms, not for long however as he’s quickly picked up by his father and held close. The rain begins to shower harder while Sebastian moves around trying to seek for a sheltered spot. About five more minutes of running and searching later, there he sees a gazebo among some pairs of trees. It will certainly do them for now.

Sebastian gently places his child back onto the floor as soon as they’re underneath the gazebo, the poor boy then shakes away to get dry again but fails (Sebastian can’t help but find it cute).

After a minute of drying off, Ciel looks back out into the sunny yet rainy environment. “Why is dhe sky nod dawk?” He asks confusingly.

“Hm? Oh, this is what’s mostly called a sun shower.” Sebastian replies, rinsing out Ciel’s hat. “It’s basically rain that the wind blows in while the sun is still out.”

“Wow.”

Sebastian attempts to keep his positive posture while the rain slightly heavier. Out of all the things that could’ve gone wrong today, an unexpected summer downpour just has to occur. If you think it isn’t that bad, what if they couldn’t find a dry area and Ciel would be so wet that he’d catch a dreaded cold? The possibility alone makes the demon uneasy.

Waiting for the rain to stop isn’t any better either. Even poor little Ciel is starting to get bored as his father behind him, like pouting and swaying his body back and forth. He also starts the usual rhymes kids would often sing:

“Rain, rain, go away…” (more cuteness points)

If it were up to Sebastian, he could do something with his inhuman abilities to chase this minor storm away for him - sadly he cannot.

Sometime during waiting, the young boy catches a glimpse of something small and red, the tiny black dots are all too familiar to him. He crouches down to get a better view and once he recognises it, he manages to get the little thing on his hand.

Standing back up, he calls: “Papa, dhe ladybiwd is back.”

Sebastian, with so little to do here, walks over to see for himself. There it is. It might not be the same one as before but it’s clearly a ladybird indeed.

“It must’ve been trying to take cover from the rain too, possibly.” He guesses.

Looking down at his child, he can’t help but pick up that Ciel’s got that worried look back in his eyes again.

“Is id dead?”

Sebastian’s eyes widen. He’d never imagine Ciel would ever say that word yet, but he could be right. The ladybird didn’t move when Ciel picked it up, not even moving at all right now.

“…I’d imagine. It’s hard for insects to fly in his heavy weather.”

Just before the boy can begin to whimper, it begins twitching. The ladybird continues to do so and brings a smile to Ciel’s face, right as the spotted bug opens up its wings and flies away - up into the cleared blue sky with no more rain.

Somebody is relieved now that they are free to head back to the mansion, while the other keeps his eyes locked on the ladybird until it’s out of sight.

“Id flew away.” Ciel softly said, a hint of sadness heard.

“It’s possibly flying back to its home.” Sebastian clears up, placing the dried hat on Ciel’s head.

“Ids home?”

“Yes. It’s exactly what we shall be doing now. Come along, Ciel.”

He attempts to pick up his child and carry him all the way out of the park and into a carriage to the manor, but Ciel squirms and pouts again.

“I wanna walk.”

“And allow you to get filthy with all the mud around here from the rain? I don’t think so. Unless you don’t mind having a bath as soon as we return.”

That playful smirk he gives him does the trick. Ciel shakes his head stops squirming immediately at the word ‘bath’. Sebastian can tell that Ciel is still minorly upset about the whole detour of their day, so he glances around and sees similar looking flowers Ciel found earlier. In hoping this works, Sebastian walks over to pick one and kindly speaks to the downhearted boy in his arms.

“How about you’d give this to Elizabeth the next time you see her, she’ll certainly like it.”

Ciel quickly realises and already has it in his own hands. This child surely has an odd gift of changing his mood almost instantly.

“Thank you, Papa.” He smiles back at his equally pleased father.

-

This rare day out may not have gone fully safe as he was hoping for, but seeing his little bluebird smiling by the end makes it all worthwhile.

[incendio22]

FOR THE HOPE OF IT ALL

Chapter 10: The Room or Requirement

''I want to see what your room looks like.'' I say determinedly.

''Oh, it's not much. Just books and some potions.'' He says, looking a bit embarrassed.

''You owe me one.'' I say and raise one eyebrow.

Sebastian sighs loudly and a minute later we are there, in his own Room of Requirement. I'm surrounded by more books than I have ever seen before, a reading table facing the Dark Forest and some places to brew potions along with some potting tables with magic plants in them. I glance at the book on his desk and I read Healing Dark Curses. I look at it for a good minute before I ask him.

''It's not dark magic, is it?'' I nod towards the book.

''No. It's regular magic, bound to break dark magic.'' He explains. ''Frankly, I have no desire to pursue dark magic any longer. Not after what happened last year.''

''Are you finding any potential cures?'' I ask.

''Potential, yes. But I'm unsure if they will work out in real life. Nor if Anne would let me perform any magic on her.'' He looks disappointed.

''If you were to find anything you think might solve her condition, I'm more than happy to help you out.'' I say and lay my hand on his arm.

He pulls away quickly.

''Merlin's beard! Why are you always so cold?'' He asks with an upset tone. I'm confused since I did in fact not speak in a cold tone. ''Come here.''

Out of nowhere, a fluffy couch appears next to his reading table. It is dark blue with a satin finish and it looks incredibly comfortable.

''You need to start dressing warmer.'' He says and sits down on the couch.

I sit down next to him.

''Oh, you don't have to worry. I'm used to it.'' I say and get comfortable on the couch.

''Come here.'' He opens his arms and pulls me closer.

I lay my head on his chest and if I focus on breathing quietly, I can hear his heartbeat. The head radiates from his body, making me warmer in just a few minutes.

''Can I ask you something?'' I ask after a while in silence.

''Anything.'' He replies in a soft tone.

''So, I know this is probably not what you want to discuss right now.'' I begin. ''But I just need to get it off my chest. Last year, how could you cast Crucio on me? Because I know you need to want to cause harm in order for it to work.''

He's silent for a good minute. One arm still around me, the other one stroking my hair.

''It's not that I wanted to cause you harm.'' He says quietly. ''You must not misunderstand me. I would never hurt you intentionally. But then and there when I was faced with the fact that either both of us would have died in there, it was an easy decision to harm you in order to let you, to let us, live.''

I spent months thinking about how he could cause that harm to me, but hearing his explanation does make sense. It never occurred to me that he could have been thinking like that.

''I'm really sorry, Y/n. I just wanted you to cast it on me, but you refused. So you left me no choice.'' He says in a low voice. ''I do not regret letting you live, but I blame myself everyday for the harm I caused you.''

I move closer to him and hopefully he understands that this is my way of saying that I forgive him, and I will forgive him every single day until he finds the peace and strength to forgive himself. I search for his hand that is stroking my arm and lace my fingers into his. He does not move, but eventually he starts stroking my thumb. Eventually, I lift our knot of hands to my mouth and kiss his hand gently. It's like my body is telling him I love him, without the words actually coming out of my mouth.

''You really are the greatest friend one could have.'' I say softly. ''I'm so glad I met you when I came to Hogwarts.''

''Y/n,'' He says firmly. ''You seriously need to stop calling me your friend.''

''Then what should I call you?'' I ask curiously. My stomach is fluttering like never before.

''I haven't quite figured it out just yet. But 'friend' is not it.'' He says as he squeezes my hand harder.

[xelity]

how batfamily members would play stardew valley

if this has been done before, woops

Bruce: does not understand the game at all. he has 0 hearts with everyone because he keeps accidentally giving them garbage as gifts. His farm is burnt down, his crops are trampled, all of his animals are dead. He can only play co-op farms since he doesn’t know how to play on his own. His favorite character is Shane (he thinks he can fix him). His favorite thing to do is follow his kids around to see what they’re doing/making. Also, his farm is always overgrown.

Dick: he’s significantly better than Bruce but he also only plays co-op. He just gets too bored when he plays by himself. He has shared farms with practically everyone, but he mostly plays on his and Barbara’s farm. He likes to spend time playing it with her, and he’ll always make her sweet gifts/structures in the game (i.e., a date night spot for their farmers outside). His favorite character is Elliot, because Elliot also has great hair (he’s a ginger). He likes to go foraging but he’s royally bad at it and always gets lost. The only reason his farm might be organized, is because Barbara gets annoyed when she can’t get through it quickly.

Barbara: she’s a god at the game. She has the farmhouse completely upgraded, she has full hearts with everyone (except Shane and Elliot. She thinks they’re annoying and does not want to associate herself with them). She has the biggest barns and coops, and has her part of the farm entirely organized into different sections with signs and everything. Very pretty overall. Her favorite character is Sebastian because you guys just don’t get him. She likes all of the ‘professions’, but if she’s playing with other people she’ll mostly focus on mining and organizing everything. Her favorite farm is the one she has with Cassandra and Stephanie. They call it the batgirl farm, and no one else is allowed to join.

Jason: he isn’t the greatest but he’s very dedicated. He’ll play co-op with his siblings but he also has a solo farm with over 500 hours on it. He’s obsessed. He puts far too much effort into making his farm look nice, and he has a day-to-day schedule for the game. He gets up and takes care of the farm animals, the crops, and then goes into town to do daily chores. He enjoys it so much that he considers buying a farm in real life, despite Wayne Manor already having a farm. His favorite part of the game is the regular one-day-at-a-time playstyle he can have. He also likes the fishing aspect. His favorite character is Penny, and always romances her to get her away from Pam. 

Tim: he doesn’t play the game very often. He’ll play it with his siblings but he almost never takes it seriously, and will always mess around or find a way to make farm life harder for his siblings. He makes his character look nothing like him and incredibly stupid. The only save he behaves on is the one he shares with Damian, because he knows how much effort Damian puts into Stardew. The only part he really likes is the mining, since he usually only plays action games. His favorite character is Sam (no, Sam does NOT remind him of Bernard, why would you suggest that).

Cassandra: she LOVES stardew, but only on co-op. She tried to have a solo farm like Jason does, but she could not stop getting distracted and can’t save up gold for her life. She has a few co-op farms, but her favorite is the one she has with Duke, Jason, and Damian. Her character has the weird duck mask item and she refuses to change it. Her favorite part of the game is the mining and the foraging. She hardly spends any time in town, but her favorite characters are Evelyn and George. She finds old people adorable. They’re the only people she has multiple hearts with. She despises Alex.

Stephanie: she mostly only started playing because everyone else got into it, but she still has a lot of fun. She doesn’t really participate in the actual work, but instead focuses on socializing and annoying people in the town. She likes to mess around and troll people with Tim. She doesn’t have a single solo farm, and strictly plays co-op. Her and Cass have a modded farm with 100+ hours on it. Her favorite character is Haley.

Duke: he's the one that originally introduced everyone to stardew valley, and he loves it even more than Cass does. It's his favorite game. He'll play solo, or co-op, or with mods. He mostly focuses on fishing and farming, but he loves it all. He forces his siblings to play with him all of the time. He tries to make organizers and planners for it, but he always ends up spending his gold on a whim and can never keep track of his stuff. That's why Jason is one of his favorite people to play with, because Jason can always re-find it for him. His favorite characters are Abigail and Sam. He thinks they're cool.

Damian: he's obsessed with the game. he has to be the very best at everything, but ESPECIALLY this. He'll spend hours at a time working on his farm, taking care of the animals, and upgrading his character. He only ever goes into town to buy things from Pierre, but he adores Evelyn, George, and Leah. They're the only people he interacts with. He regularly plays the game with his siblings, but he loves playing with Barbara the most. She has a similar organization set up to him, and it makes it easier for him to communicate how he wants the farm to be. His favorite thing is to go foraging, and also to take care of the farm animals in the mornings.

Alfred: he doesn't actually play the game, but he loves hearing about it. Jason will come over at least once a week just to tell Alfred about what's new on his farm. He says that he spends enough time caring for their actual farm, but everyone theorizes that he secretly plays on their accounts. They've woken up to days worth of progress randomly done on their farms, and have found gifts placed in their chests and houses. His favorite character is Harvey.

Co-op farms they have:

Wayne Farm - Giant farm they coded to fit everyone. Most frequent players are Bruce, Cassandra, Damian, and Dick.

Batgirls Farm - Farm they made just for the various Batgirls. It has Barbara, Cassandra, and Stephanie only.

Stardew Farm - Cassandra, Duke, Damian, and Jason. It's a farm for those more serious (obsessed) about Stardew.

Artist Farm - Tim and Damian's shared save. Mostly used for art inspiration.

[mox-writes]

Trailer Fever. (Sebastian Stan x Reader)

Warning: 18+, smut, smut, smut. Knife play, blood play, domination, m/f orgasm, p in v, oral (female receiving), light choking, mouth gag, mentions of cuts and bruising, all consensual.

Word Count: 2,561

Pairing: dom!Sebastian x Reader

Summary: You and Sebastian have rough sex in his trailer on the set of Destroyer. Just smut, that’s all.

A/N: something about Sebastian Stan in Destroyer makes me absolutely feral, so here’s this. As per usual, crossposted on moongoddessmox. Excuse any mistakes, I wrote this on my phone and briefly edited it on my computer.

You tipped your head back, pressing it against his as you moaned. He slid his lips up to your neck and you turned your head to kiss him. Sebastian’s tongue licked across your lips and you allowed him entrance. Your tongues collided and you deepened into him as much as you possibly could. His mouth was warm and wet and blended with yours in a passionate embrace, one people dream to experience once in their life. You couldn’t believe how lucky you were to get to kiss him like this every day.

Sebastian grazed his fingers up your arm, tingles and chills surged through the spots he touched. The hair on the back of your neck stood up as his lips gently brushed against your skin, his hot breath teasing you and making you throb. His short hair was prickly against your cheek as his lips found your shoulder, kissing it with wet lips and sliding a tongue along the bone. Sebastian’s hands felt their way down your sides to the front of your body, diving into your pants and tracing your slit through your panties.

You pushed your ass against his crotch and teased him, rubbing it around slightly feeling him get harder through his jeans.

“Naughty girl, you know better than that, ” Sebastian’s voice was low, almost a growl, and so intimidating. If you hadn’t liked his consequences for being a tease, you might actually be scared.

You smirked against him, flashing seductive eyes into his piercing blue ones. He bit your lip, pulling on it, leaving a cut and blood behind. The rusty taste filled your mouth as he flipped you around so that your body was facing him and your naked chest was pressed to his. He was ripped, the product of the movie he was filming. His dusty jeans hung low on his hips and his V was very defined. You moved a finger up the crease of one side and watched him buck his hips as it tickled him. Sebastian let out a laugh that could have been mistaken for a grunt, and tangled a hand in your hair, gripping tight and smashing you to his mouth again. He tsked and nodded disapprovingly such a tease. Your hands ran over his shaved head; you didn’t usually like buzz cuts, but something about Sebastian was different. He could pull off anything.

“Like the new hair?” He smirked. It was the first time you were seeing him with it. Today was the first day of filming and you had been waiting in his trailer for him to get it cut. When he walked in, it was like a primal desire rushed through you, you wanted to attack him with kisses until he fucked the living daylights out of you.

“You actually look really fucking hot, ” you breathed heavily, still panting from his kisses. His smirk only got bigger, his eyes dark with lust. He kissed you again, squeezing your face in his hands; you could almost feel all the lust radiating from his large body. His scruffy face scratched yours but you pulled him closer. Sebastian picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist, his erect member pressing into your crotch. You wanted to release him, feel his tip brush lightly at your clit until you allowed him entrance to fuck you raw. This look of his brought out a whole new brand of desire in you, you felt insatiable and you hadn’t even fucked him yet.

“Fuck me, Sebastian, please,” you begged. You couldn’t wait any longer. He gripped your thighs until his nails cut into the skin, little beads of blood formed and you knew there would be bruises later but you didn’t care. The sweet sting only added to your pleasure and seeing little bits of blood on Sebastian’s hands turned you on. His lips were stained red from your bleeding lip and your heartbeat felt like a thud. Sebastian threw you on the bed in his large trailer and stripped down. His perfect, muscular, naked body was starting to become shiny from the humidity you created. His cock was fully erect and ready to pound into you. You untied your pants and Sebastian tugged them off, discarding them somewhere behind him. His lips kissed up your thighs, biting, licking, and sucking the soft skin.

As he got closer to your dripping warmth, your legs twitched in anticipation. Sebastian’s eyes looked up at yours and you watched him chew on your legs. The sight made you hornier than ever. With each nibble and bite, the heartbeat in your eager pussy got harder. Sebastian’s tongue licked the crease between your warmth and thigh like he was eating a large ice cream cone. The feeling of him so eager to taste every inch of your body made you moan. You stroked his head, unable to grip his hair with the new style. This made you pout, you loved grabbing his hair and navigating him where you wanted, where you needed. He noticed and shot you a smirk.

“Aw baby, nothing to grab onto anymore?” His voice was sultry and alluring. Your pout got bigger and he laughed softly, sliding up your body, his nose tracing your skin. He met your gaze, scruffy face right in front of yours. Sebastian’s role had him looking like a biker, the fake tattoos that adorned his beefy body were such a sexy sight. He looked like someone who would do coke off your body and if you were into drugs, maybe even regardless, you’d probably let him. Sebastian gripped your face and kissed you, his tongue battling yours as the passion grew. His left hand took your wrists and pinned them above your head, his large fingers wound tightly around you as his other hand slipped between your folds. You instinctively thrust your hips against his fingers and moaned into his mouth. Sebastian hummed, his fingers slick and moving fast.

“You’re already so wet, huh baby?” He moaned against you. He slipped one finger into your entrance and curled it around. You writhed underneath him, wanting so much more but knowing if you begged too early, he would only delay it more. Sebastian could tell how much you wanted him to fuck you, he loved seeing you so eager for him. A smirk formed on his lips again, swollen from your kisses and still red from the blood. He stuck another finger in, feeling your walls and pumping vigorously. You cursed at the feeling and tried to close your legs as it got to be too much. Sebastian stopped, pulling his fingers out and sucking on them. He pushed one of your thighs down and held it with his knee then pushed the other and held it against the bed.

“Keep your legs open, naughty girl” he growled, forcing your legs to stay apart. You loved how dominating he could be, how he took control and took what he wanted, knowing you wanted it too.

“Are you going to let me fuck you with my fingers or not, darling?” He questioned in a dark tone, his voice gruff and hungry. You only nodded, unable to speak as you watched him. Sebastian furrowed his brows and smacked his hand against your pussy, you winced and instinctively tried to close your legs again but he had you pinned down.

“Use your words, baby girl.” You loved this side of him. He was such an adorable teddy bear most of the time, blushing at any small praise and singing and dancing around the house. But this side, this side of him was dark and rough. This side would spank you until you were raw and edge you until you blacked out. Sebastian slapped his hand down again, the pain tingled through your core and you loved it.

“Don’t make me ask again, ” he bit your neck then sucked on the spot to soothe it. “Are you going to let me fuck you?” He growled.

“Yes, please, yes,” you moaned.

“Yes, what? ”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” That was all he needed. He dove his fingers back inside of you, thrusting hard and fast, curling and fucking you until your eyes watered. Sebastian panted softly as he pumped inside of you, the feeling of your dripping warmth making his cock harder. He wanted to ravage you, to suck on your pussy until your eyes rolled back. He watched your face, pleasure tying you up in knots, fully pinned down and exposed for him. Your moans filled the room, sweet music to his ears as the sound of your wetness mixed in. He knew it wouldn’t be long before you came, desperate to feel you gush around him. You squeezed your eyes shut and started cussing profusely, hips bucking forward as your walls tightened around his fingers. Sebastian kept his pace, not wanting to lose your release. It only took a few more seconds for you to burst onto his hand, coating his soft fingers.

Despite his current gruff look, Sebastian had soft and smooth hands, perfect for the daily massages he gave you. They were a reminder that no matter how rough he got, he was still a big softie who wanted nothing more than to take care of you. You rode out your orgasm on his fingers until your body stopped twitching. He left your pussy and licked his fingers, moaning at the taste. Sebastian kissed you deeply before releasing your wrists and traveling down to your swollen clit. He sucked and licked up every drop of you and soothed your sore pussy. His tongue entered you and you watched him thrust gently, diving his face into your warmth and back out again. His eyes met yours. What a beautiful sight, seeing him buried deep into you as his blue eyes watched your face twist in pleasure.

Sebastian sat up, grabbing your hips and flipping you over. He pulled your ass in the air and spanked it. You flinched and let out a gasping moan. You felt him press his cock against your ass, teasing you as he leaned forward, his chest against your back. He hummed hungrily in your ear as he rubbed against you. You pushed yourself into him, closing any gap and inviting him in. Suddenly you felt the cool touch of metal against your skin. Sebastian had a beautifully designed dagger he loved to tease you with. Something about him dragging a knife along your skin made you feral. Just like when he played a cop in another role and had you suck on his fake pistol. You didn’t know what it was about weapons, maybe you were just so emotionally damaged that you loved the idea of being threatened, but you loved when he’d dominate you with them.

This knife, however, was quite real and quite sharp. One little flick and you’d have a perfect slice in your skin. You didn’t mind it, the pain only added to your pleasure so you loved it when he’d make little cuts. Nothing more serious than a cat scratch or paper cut, but it made you delirious. Sebastian brought the knife up your ribs very carefully, not wanting to actually hurt you, and not wanting to make any mark without your clear consent. The cold blade scraped down your shoulder and arm leaving behind goosebumps. He brought it up to your cheek and you stayed perfectly still, seeing your eyes in the reflection. He teased the sharp edge against your skin then brought it back to a place that would be easier to hide. The blade crept across your hip and he pushed in, ever so slightly, until you told him he could go all the way. As soon as he had that consent, he pressed the knife harder until blood trickled down it and dripped down your thigh. You moaned as he used the dull side of the knife to scrape up the blood before it hit the sheets, smearing it against your back like jam on toast.

Your knees spread further apart as you pressed your stomach to the bed and opened up against his crotch. Sebastian made another little slice on your hip and caught the blood again until your back was spotted with splotches of red. He leaned forward again, putting the knife back in its cover and pressing it into your mouth as a gag. You moaned around it, unable to swallow properly so you dribbled a little against the leather sheath. Sebastian pressed his cock against your vagina and bit your ear.

“What color are you, baby?” He asked in a whisper. You used the color system so he knew if you were still comfortable with everything being on. Green for keep going, yellow for slow down, red for stop. He pulled the knife from your mouth so you could speak.

“Green, Sebastian, so fucking green.” You were desperate for him. As the words fell from your lips, he shoved himself into you with a groan. You moaned into the leather that he held back in your mouth. His cock filled you up to your max, despite being wet, you were still tight and filled to the brim. You moaned uncontrollably as he pounded into you, so rough yet so caring. His right hand left the knife and gripped your hip, squeezing the cuts he made and getting covered in your blood. You winced and gripped your teeth into the sheath and closed your eyes. His panting became louder and more erratic as his cock slammed into you. The pleasure rocked through his body as your ass slapped against his skin.

Sebastian’s left hand came around your neck, gently squeezing your throat as he pounded, never losing pace. The combination of his cock, his hand on your cut hip, and his other hand on your throat was making you crazy. You felt yourself becoming delirious with pleasure. Tears dripping from your shut eyes, pussy pouring down his cock and the inside of your thighs, and knots forming in your stomach. With a few swift, rough slams, Sebastian was pressed heavily against you, moaning loudly as he shot warm cum into your vagina. He pushed into you as hard as he could as he emptied. When you felt the warmth of him, the knots in your stomach released and you squirted everything you had left onto his thick thighs and cock, flooding the bed beneath you. Sebastian pulled out and sat on his heels for a moment, trying to catch his breath as he helped you turn over. You were breathless, chest rising and falling as you watched him climb on top of you. He laid soft kisses on your breasts and collarbone, leading up your neck and cheek until he met your lips in a passionate kiss.

You stroked his prickly short hair as his face laid on your shoulder, his soft side coming out again as he nuzzled into you.

“I love you so much baby,” you kissed the top of his head. He looked up at you with that adorable smile, the complete opposite of the rough sex you just had. You were so madly in love with him, your heart felt like it might explode just from the look he was giving you.

“I love you too darling, let’s get you cleaned up.”

[moongoddessmox]

Trailer Fever. (Sebastian Stan x Reader)

Warning: 18+, smut, smut, smut. Knife play, blood play, domination, m/f orgasm, p in v, oral (female receiving), light choking, mouth gag, mentions of cuts and bruising, all consensual.

Word Count: 2,561

Pairing: dom!Sebastian x Reader

Summary: You and Sebastian have rough sex in his trailer on the set of Destroyer. Just smut, that's all.

A/N: something about Sebastian Stan in Destroyer makes me absolutely feral, so here's this. As per usual, crossposted on mox-writes for notification purposes. Excuse any mistakes, I wrote this on my phone and briefly edited it on my computer.

Masterlist | Mox-Writes

Sebastian grazed his fingers up your arm, tingles and chills surged through the spots he touched. The hair on the back of your neck stood up as his lips gently brushed against your skin, his hot breath teasing you and making you throb. His short hair was prickly against your cheek as his lips found your shoulder, kissing it with wet lips and sliding a tongue along the bone. Sebastian's hands felt their way down your sides to the front of your body, diving into your pants and tracing your slit through your panties.

You tipped your head back, pressing it against his as you moaned. He slid his lips up to your neck and you turned your head to kiss him. Sebastian's tongue licked across your lips and you allowed him entrance. Your tongues collided and you deepened into him as much as you possibly could. His mouth was warm and wet and blended with yours in a passionate embrace, one people dream to experience once in their life. You couldn't believe how lucky you were to get to kiss him like this every day.

You pushed your ass against his crotch and teased him, rubbing it around slightly feeling him get harder through his jeans.

"Naughty girl, you know better than that, " Sebastian's voice was low, almost a growl, and so intimidating. If you hadn't liked his consequences for being a tease, you might actually be scared.

You smirked against him, flashing seductive eyes into his piercing blue ones. He bit your lip, pulling on it, leaving a cut and blood behind. The rusty taste filled your mouth as he flipped you around so that your body was facing him and your naked chest was pressed to his. He was ripped, the product of the movie he was filming. His dusty jeans hung low on his hips and his V was very defined. You moved a finger up the crease of one side and watched him buck his hips as it tickled him. Sebastian let out a laugh that could have been mistaken for a grunt, and tangled a hand in your hair, gripping tight and smashing you to his mouth again. He tsked and nodded disapprovingly such a tease. Your hands ran over his shaved head; you didn't usually like buzz cuts, but something about Sebastian was different. He could pull off anything.

"Like the new hair?" He smirked. It was the first time you were seeing him with it. Today was the first day of filming and you had been waiting in his trailer for him to get it cut. When he walked in, it was like a primal desire rushed through you, you wanted to attack him with kisses until he fucked the living daylights out of you.

"You actually look really fucking hot, " you breathed heavily, still panting from his kisses. His smirk only got bigger, his eyes dark with lust. He kissed you again, squeezing your face in his hands; you could almost feel all the lust radiating from his large body. His scruffy face scratched yours but you pulled him closer. Sebastian picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist, his erect member pressing into your crotch. You wanted to release him, feel his tip brush lightly at your clit until you allowed him entrance to fuck you raw. This look of his brought out a whole new brand of desire in you, you felt insatiable and you hadn't even fucked him yet.

"Fuck me, Sebastian, please," you begged. You couldn't wait any longer. He gripped your thighs until his nails cut into the skin, little beads of blood formed and you knew there would be bruises later but you didn't care. The sweet sting only added to your pleasure and seeing little bits of blood on Sebastian's hands turned you on. His lips were stained red from your bleeding lip and your heartbeat felt like a thud. Sebastian threw you on the bed in his large trailer and stripped down. His perfect, muscular, naked body was starting to become shiny from the humidity you created. His cock was fully erect and ready to pound into you. You untied your pants and Sebastian tugged them off, discarding them somewhere behind him. His lips kissed up your thighs, biting, licking, and sucking the soft skin.

As he got closer to your dripping warmth, your legs twitched in anticipation. Sebastian's eyes looked up at yours and you watched him chew on your legs. The sight made you hornier than ever. With each nibble and bite, the heartbeat in your eager pussy got harder. Sebastian's tongue licked the crease between your warmth and thigh like he was eating a large ice cream cone. The feeling of him so eager to taste every inch of your body made you moan. You stroked his head, unable to grip his hair with the new style. This made you pout, you loved grabbing his hair and navigating him where you wanted, where you needed. He noticed and shot you a smirk.

"Aw baby, nothing to grab onto anymore?" His voice was sultry and alluring. Your pout got bigger and he laughed softly, sliding up your body, his nose tracing your skin. He met your gaze, scruffy face right in front of yours. Sebastian's role had him looking like a biker, the fake tattoos that adorned his beefy body were such a sexy sight. He looked like someone who would do coke off your body and if you were into drugs, maybe even regardless, you'd probably let him. Sebastian gripped your face and kissed you, his tongue battling yours as the passion grew. His left hand took your wrists and pinned them above your head, his large fingers wound tightly around you as his other hand slipped between your folds. You instinctively thrust your hips against his fingers and moaned into his mouth. Sebastian hummed, his fingers slick and moving fast.

"You're already so wet, huh baby?" He moaned against you. He slipped one finger into your entrance and curled it around. You writhed underneath him, wanting so much more but knowing if you begged too early, he would only delay it more. Sebastian could tell how much you wanted him to fuck you, he loved seeing you so eager for him. A smirk formed on his lips again, swollen from your kisses and still red from the blood. He stuck another finger in, feeling your walls and pumping vigorously. You cursed at the feeling and tried to close your legs as it got to be too much. Sebastian stopped, pulling his fingers out and sucking on them. He pushed one of your thighs down and held it with his knee then pushed the other and held it against the bed.

"Keep your legs open, naughty girl" he growled, forcing your legs to stay apart. You loved how dominating he could be, how he took control and took what he wanted, knowing you wanted it too.

"Are you going to let me fuck you with my fingers or not, darling?" He questioned in a dark tone, his voice gruff and hungry. You only nodded, unable to speak as you watched him. Sebastian furrowed his brows and smacked his hand against your pussy, you winced and instinctively tried to close your legs again but he had you pinned down.

"Use your words, baby girl." You loved this side of him. He was such an adorable teddy bear most of the time, blushing at any small praise and singing and dancing around the house. But this side, this side of him was dark and rough. This side would spank you until you were raw and edge you until you blacked out. Sebastian slapped his hand down again, the pain tingled through your core and you loved it.

"Don't make me ask again, " he bit your neck then sucked on the spot to soothe it. "Are you going to let me fuck you?" He growled.

"Yes, please, yes," you moaned.

"Yes, what? "

"Yes, sir."

“Good girl.” That was all he needed. He dove his fingers back inside of you, thrusting hard and fast, curling and fucking you until your eyes watered. Sebastian panted softly as he pumped inside of you, the feeling of your dripping warmth making his cock harder. He wanted to ravage you, to suck on your pussy until your eyes rolled back. He watched your face, pleasure tying you up in knots, fully pinned down and exposed for him. Your moans filled the room, sweet music to his ears as the sound of your wetness mixed in. He knew it wouldn't be long before you came, desperate to feel you gush around him. You squeezed your eyes shut and started cussing profusely, hips bucking forward as your walls tightened around his fingers. Sebastian kept his pace, not wanting to lose your release. It only took a few more seconds for you to burst onto his hand, coating his soft fingers.

Despite his current gruff look, Sebastian had soft and smooth hands, perfect for the daily massages he gave you. They were a reminder that no matter how rough he got, he was still a big softie who wanted nothing more than to take care of you. You rode out your orgasm on his fingers until your body stopped twitching. He left your pussy and licked his fingers, moaning at the taste. Sebastian kissed you deeply before releasing your wrists and traveling down to your swollen clit. He sucked and licked up every drop of you and soothed your sore pussy. His tongue entered you and you watched him thrust gently, diving his face into your warmth and back out again. His eyes met yours. What a beautiful sight, seeing him buried deep into you as his blue eyes watched your face twist in pleasure.

Sebastian sat up, grabbing your hips and flipping you over. He pulled your ass in the air and spanked it. You flinched and let out a gasping moan. You felt him press his cock against your ass, teasing you as he leaned forward, his chest against your back. He hummed hungrily in your ear as he rubbed against you. You pushed yourself into him, closing any gap and inviting him in. Suddenly you felt the cool touch of metal against your skin. Sebastian had a beautifully designed dagger he loved to tease you with. Something about him dragging a knife along your skin made you feral. Just like when he played a cop in another role and had you suck on his fake pistol. You didn't know what it was about weapons, maybe you were just so emotionally damaged that you loved the idea of being threatened, but you loved when he'd dominate you with them.

This knife, however, was quite real and quite sharp. One little flick and you'd have a perfect slice in your skin. You didn't mind it, the pain only added to your pleasure so you loved it when he'd make little cuts. Nothing more serious than a cat scratch or paper cut, but it made you delirious. Sebastian brought the knife up your ribs very carefully, not wanting to actually hurt you, and not wanting to make any mark without your clear consent. The cold blade scraped down your shoulder and arm leaving behind goosebumps. He brought it up to your cheek and you stayed perfectly still, seeing your eyes in the reflection. He teased the sharp edge against your skin then brought it back to a place that would be easier to hide. The blade crept across your hip and he pushed in, ever so slightly, until you told him he could go all the way. As soon as he had that consent, he pressed the knife harder until blood trickled down it and dripped down your thigh. You moaned as he used the dull side of the knife to scrape up the blood before it hit the sheets, smearing it against your back like jam on toast.

Your knees spread further apart as you pressed your stomach to the bed and opened up against his crotch. Sebastian made another little slice on your hip and caught the blood again until your back was spotted with splotches of red. He leaned forward again, putting the knife back in its cover and pressing it into your mouth as a gag. You moaned around it, unable to swallow properly so you dribbled a little against the leather sheath. Sebastian pressed his cock against your vagina and bit your ear.

"What color are you, baby?" He asked in a whisper. You used the color system so he knew if you were still comfortable with everything being on. Green for keep going, yellow for slow down, red for stop. He pulled the knife from your mouth so you could speak.

"Green, Sebastian, so fucking green." You were desperate for him. As the words fell from your lips, he shoved himself into you with a groan. You moaned into the leather that he held back in your mouth. His cock filled you up to your max, despite being wet, you were still tight and filled to the brim. You moaned uncontrollably as he pounded into you, so rough yet so caring. His right hand left the knife and gripped your hip, squeezing the cuts he made and getting covered in your blood. You winced and gripped your teeth into the sheath and closed your eyes. His panting became louder and more erratic as his cock slammed into you. The pleasure rocked through his body as your ass slapped against his skin.

Sebastian's left hand came around your neck, gently squeezing your throat as he pounded, never losing pace. The combination of his cock, his hand on your cut hip, and his other hand on your throat was making you crazy. You felt yourself becoming delirious with pleasure. Tears dripping from your shut eyes, pussy pouring down his cock and the inside of your thighs, and knots forming in your stomach. With a few swift, rough slams, Sebastian was pressed heavily against you, moaning loudly as he shot warm cum into your vagina. He pushed into you as hard as he could as he emptied. When you felt the warmth of him, the knots in your stomach released and you squirted everything you had left onto his thick thighs and cock, flooding the bed beneath you. Sebastian pulled out and sat on his heels for a moment, trying to catch his breath as he helped you turn over. You were breathless, chest rising and falling as you watched him climb on top of you. He laid soft kisses on your breasts and collarbone, leading up your neck and cheek until he met your lips in a passionate kiss.

You stroked his prickly short hair as his face laid on your shoulder, his soft side coming out again as he nuzzled into you.

"I love you so much baby," you kissed the top of his head. He looked up at you with that adorable smile, the complete opposite of the rough sex you just had. You were so madly in love with him, your heart felt like it might explode just from the look he was giving you.

"I love you too darling, let's get you cleaned up."

[thatone1fangirl]

LEONARDO DA VINCI

gender neutral mc (only use of "cara mia")

about 800-900 words long

basically the residents of the mansion keep you up at night, leonardo proving to be the worst of them all. lmao.

first writing post <3 formatting might be bad,,

Sleep is essential for humans. For Vampires? Not so much. Different rules apply to the workings of vampires, which makes living with someone who is one a whole lot harder than first anticipated. 

Now try living with ten of them.

Despite its ups and downs, living in the mansion of Comte de Saint- Germain is not as bad as it sounds. Some might disagree, but not me. Living with a dozen hot vampire men is quite enjoyable. But I digress. 

It’s usually around the time when I sleep that the residents of the mansion start asking me for favors. I can’t be mad at them, since it is just a force of habit, but sometimes I just CAN’T STAND IT. They’ll all be like:

“Honje! Come help me hang up these paintings.”

Or…

“MC, there you are. So, there’s this girl I met at the bar...” 

And then there’s LEONARDO. The most unruly and unconventionally charming man I have ever met. He just can’t keep his hands to himself.

“Are you going to bed, cara mia?” He’d ask in that familiar deep, lulling voice. And despite the fact that he will take a nap literally anywhere at any other time, he can’t seem to keep his mouth shut when he’s actually in a bed.

He appeared out of nowhere, his voice echoing from somewhere behind me. “Leonardo,” I start with a short sigh. I knew where this was going.

Before another word escaped my mouth, he was twisting me around by my waist to meet his gaze. A short lived look of surprise lifted my features, before I deadpanned entirely. With my body pressed to his, my back leaning away, his face leaning closer and my hands at his shoulders in an attempt to keep him from swooning me any further.

“Sleep in my room again.” Leonardo da Vinci, the polymath. The renaissance man. The smooth criminal. 

The pause in my response had a smirk rising on his lips. My face flushed in anger, or embarrassment, and my eyes narrowed at him. “Your room is a mess. Your bed is tiny. I have to sleep ON TOP of you in order to fit.” One excuse after another and Leonardo still hadn’t let go of me.

“I didn’t hear a no.” Snarky bastard.

“No!” I roll my eyes, wriggling in his grasp. Even as I pushed at his shoulders, he stayed glued in his position like a statue. “Leonardo, let me go!”

“Cara mia,” he murmured in somewhat of a sing-song-ish tone, nuzzling his nose into my hair, breathing in slowly. He moved lower, pressing a kiss to my neck. I could feel his cold breath against my warm skin. 

Yep. That’s it. Leonardo has proven once again that he knows my weaknesses, and once again, he has used them to exploit me. 

His hand crawls up from my waist, to my middle back. Slowly pulling my upper body closer until I am pressed completely into him. Until my arms are wrapped around his neck. Until my fingers are combing through his hair. 

Now, I’m no longer leaning back to get away from him. I’m leaning my head back to meet his gaze, to get closer to him. To his lips. My lashes flutter as I feel drowsiness finally settling in, though my eyes refuse to leave Leonardo’s.

He chuckles softly, a pleasant smile now overriding the former cocky smirk. “You are too cute, cara mia.” He says, leaning down just enough to graze his lips against mine. 

And then he stops.

I blink slowly. Once. Twice. He pulls away, looking off to the side. “What have I said about documenting my love life, Sebas?” Oh my God. Of all people. My face burns pathetically now. I bury my face into Leonardo’s chest, too embarrassed to meet the eyes of Sebastian. 

“Sorry, Monsieur.” I could imagine him bowing slightly, a sly smile on his lips and the book he uses to keep records on the residents at the mansion in his hand. 

“Work comes early tomorrow, Mademoiselle.”

“Get OUT Sebastian!”

And when we finally settle down in bed - Leonardo's  bed, regrettably - he is restless. 

He sits leaning up, allowing for me to straddle his thighs and wrap my arms around his neck comfortably. My body fits with his, our hearts beating as one, our breaths in sync. 

Leonardo’s hand runs through my hair slowly, working through the knots whilst he whispers quietly of things I can’t comprehend at this hour of the night. All I know is that it’s distracting.

“Leonardo…” I mutter quietly, eyes sealed shut. He hums absent-mindedly in response. “For the love of God… Go to sleep.”

A distant chuckle is the only response I receive, and by that time, I’m already drifting back to sleep. 

[azaleavi]

Best Friend

Requested by anon: hi could I request a sebastian x female reader where they have been best friends for years and reader has been in love with him for a while and it hurts her thag hes dating someone else and one day she just blurts it out because its too much??? angsty with a happy ending hopefully???

Word count: 1.8k

Author’s note: I got my first request!! I was so happy that I started writing right away. Thank you so much for requesting dear anon I hope you like it.

Feedback is always appreciated and don't forget to reblog and like if you liked it and want to see more. Thank you!

Masterlist

(the texts in italics are either throwbacks or thoughts)

Being the best friend of Sebastian was a challenge. It wouldn't have been, normally, but you had fallen in love with him and that made things a hundred times harder for you. But how could you not, when he was the most charming man you have ever met. He was the sweetest human being and he was always there for you when youu needed him. You met when you worked on a movie together and immediately hit it off. Thankfully there were more than one projects you worked on alongside each other so you became even closer. You thought there could be something more between you than friendship, but Sebastian never seemed to look at you like that. You got your hopes up multiple times, only to be let down again and again. So now you just learned to not expect any romantic feelings from him.

I want to tell you something the text read from Sebastian. You heart leaped in your chest at the thought of him wanting to talk to you about something seemigly important. It had to be important. Right? Maybe he would tell you, that he sees you as more than a friend. You texted him back saying that he could come over right now if he wanted to. He sent you a thumbs up, meaning he was on his way so you got to cleaning up your apartment. It wasn't necessarily messy, but there were a few things out you had to put away. Living in different cities or even countries all the time never left you with enough time to completely clean up the only place you called home. A knock on the front door shook you from your thoughts. You walked to it with a deep sigh, excited, but also afraid of what Seb wanted to talk to you about. Opening the door you met with his beautiful face.

"Hi" he smiled as you stepped aside to let him in.

"Hey. Come in." you greeted back. He walked in and took off his shoes as you closed the door. You walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. He fidgeted with his hands, a sign that he was nervous. "What is it Sebby?" him being nervous made you even more nervous so both of you were just a bundle of nerves.

"It's just... I just..." he sighed, leaning forward and rubbing his face with his hands. Something was wrong.

"Hey, you can talk to me" you reassured him, putting your hands on his back and rubbing it.

"I accidentally told Chris that you are a virgin" he finally blurted out. Your hand froze on his back. He looked back up at you, only to see you trying to hold back a laugh. "Why are you laughing?" he asked, confused.

"He already knows Seb." you let out the laugh you've been holding in. His face lit up in realization and he relaxed against the back of the couch. "This is what you wanted to tell me?" you continued to laugh.

It was after he left that you let yourself feel the sadness of not getting the confession you were waiting for.

You loved having him as a friend, but you wanted more. You wanted to be the one that wakes up next to him every day, who gets to kiss him every chance you get. You could dream about it how many times you wanted to, but it would never happen. Especially when he had a girlfriend. You remembered when he told you.

"Can I talk to you for a second?" he grabbed your elbow as you were walking away from set, done for the day. You turned around, noticing how your face was closer to his than it probably should have been. He seemed to notice too as he stepped away from you. Your heart broke a little at his movement, but you knew that it wasn't his fault. He didn't feel the same as you did. You couldn't blame him, really. Why would he love you? There were so many better people out there whom he could choose. You understood, no one ever noticed you, so why would he be different. It was your fault for falling hopelessly in love with him. You tried to stop, you truly did, but it was no use. You couldn't tell him either, your friendship would be forever ruined. Of course he would be nice about it and say that he would want to keep being your friend, but you knew that it would never be the same.

"Yeah, sure we can talk" you smiled at him. The two of you walked to his dressing room, that was empty. You sat down on a hair as he did the same. "So?" you urged him to talk after a few second of silence.

"I met someone" your world stopped at his words. He looked up to see your reaction, but your face was blank. Your thoughts were a mess as you tried to come up with a response, trying to not show how your heart just broke into a million pieces.

"That's..." you cleared your throat, blinking a few times to get rid of the tears that started gathering in them. "That's amazing Seb." you froced a smile on your face, praying that he wouldn't see through your mask.

"She is actually working with us so I want you to meet her." he smiled, excited at the thought of his best friend and girlfriend meeting. You wish you could be happy for him, but right now you couldn't feel anything else but pain.

That was 8 months ago and they were happier than ever. Well... were before she decided to break up with him out of nowhere. He has been heartbroken for a long time, but he had you helping him through it. It was hard on you, but he was still your best friend and you knew you had to be there for him.

You were currently at his house, having a movie night. He was feeling much better now, your presence helping him through the worst of it. He was eternally grateful for you because of it. You were cuddling on his couch, becoming much closer in the last few weeks. You didn't use to do things like this, but when he started initiating the touches you didn't object. You thought it would be only for a little while, just because he needed someone to be close with after the breakup, but it didn't stop and your feeling were only getting stronger and stronger with each passing day. The movie was playing, a cliché romance, as he ran his fingers up and down your arm, your head on his shoulder. The man on TV was confessing his love for the woman and it made you think about what it would be like if you told Sebastian how you felt. He doesn't need a girlfriend right now you reminded yourself.

"This is so dumb" he rolled his eyes.

"What is?" you asked back, not understaning his problem.

"They were friends before this. Why ruin a perfectly good friendship with these feelings?" he felt your whole body stiffen at his words so he moved away to look at you. "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing" you tried to brush it off and go back to cuddling, but he wasn't having it.

"No, something is wrong, I can feel it" he pushed.

"Seb, seriously, it's nothing. Don't worry about it."

"No, you have to tell me when something is wrong, we are best friends and I don't want you to keep secrets from me-"

"I love you" you blurted out, your mouth moving without thinking. No, no, no, no this cannot be happening right now. He immediately stopped talking and just stared at you, frozen. You stood up from you place and started walking back and forth in front of him." I know you don't need this right now and I didn't even want to tell you, but you just kept pushing and I-" stopping your rambling, your eyes filled with tears. You let out a stuttering breath, your hands on your mouth. I've just ruined everything. I'm so dumb. You looked at him, still sitting in the same place, his mouth open in shock. "Please say something." you pleaded moving your hands to your sides, not being able to take his silence anymore.

"You are in love with me?" he whispered, eyes boring into yours. Heart sinking in your chest you looked down.

"Yes" you sighed, feeling like a ton has been lifted from your chest, the truth you've been holding in had finally been revealed. Two legs appeared in front of you and two hands grabbed your arms. You didn't want to look up, already knowing the rejection, that was coming.

"Look at me y/n" he asked quietly. "Please" he said when you didn't oblige. You finally looked up at him at his request, face now soaked in tears.

"I'm sorry" you whimpered, your heart fully broken. You valued his friendship so much and you didn't want to lose him over this, but it felt like it was already over. He pulled you into a hug.

"Do not be sorry for your feelings" he tightened his grip on you, making your tears fall faster. You let out a sob at his affection. This might be the last time you get to hug him like this so you gripped his waist as strongly as you could. He pulled away enough to look into your eyes. "Don't be sorry because I feel the same way." your heart skipped a few beats, your eyes widening. You couldn't believe your ears so you just looked at him confused. Sebastian smiled at your cute impression and swiftly pressed his lips to yours. You couldn't even close your eyes considering how shocked you were. Sebastian realized you weren't moving and pulled away, worried. He called your name in question which shook you out of your frozen state.

"What did you say?" you finally spoke.

"I said I love you too." he laughed.

"But you... you were... you... what?" you stuttered, not being able to form a coherent sentence.

"I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you" he chanted as he pressed his forehead to yours, still laughing, which was cut short when you pressed your lips to his. You kissed for a minute, but you had to break away from the other for air.

"Why didn't we do this sooner?" you laughed, wiping away the remainer of your tears.

"I don't know" he leaned in to kiss you again, smiles on both of your faces.

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HAIR - SEBASTIAN STAN

WARNING/S: Angst, mentions of nausea, cancer, hair loss, surgery, implied smut, shaving of hair, possible infertility… I think that’s it

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"Mia, I'm back" Sebastian calls as he walks through the door of the apartment you share carrying a half dozen grocery bags, not realising you're on the couch and not in bed where you were when he left just over an hour ago. He quickly goes about pulling things out of bags and putting them in away in the correct spots in the cupboards, fridge and freezer.

"So I know you just wanted the chicken soup but I got you some of that honey chicken you love too. I thought it might help with your nausea to have something more solid in your stomach" he says to you loudly, still thinking you’re upstairs in the loft bedroom

"I also got you some more Gatorade. I know the purple one's your favourite but they only..."

He stops talking as soon as he sees you curled up in the corner of the sectional, hugging your legs to your chest, wiping the tears from your face.

"Baby, what's wrong?" he asks, completely forgetting about the groceries he was putting away as he quickly walks over to you, concern all over his face. As he sits on the couch in front of you, his hands resting on your knees, you take your beanie off. Well it was actually one of Sebastian's but you had claimed it as your own when you stole it last week after you had first noticed your hair loss.

"It keeps coming out" you whisper, holding your hands out and showing him the chunk of the long curly hair you were grasping tightly.

"Come here" he says, wrapping his arms around you. You bury your head in his chest and start to cry again as he rubs circles on your back, his heart aching that you're going through this. Chemotherapy was hitting you hard, harder that you had expected. You had just finished your first round and were already suffering with some major side effects. You though you had had a rough recovery from surgery but that was nothing compared to what you were feeling now. You were nauseous, tired and achy all over. You were having some of the worst mood swings you have ever suffered, even worse than when you were on your period. One minute you were fine, perfectly happy, and the next you were screaming at Sebastian over leaving the toilet seat up or crying in the corner because your apartment was too small for you to get dog and you couldn’t get a cat because Sebastian was allergic to them. You were also horny as hell, an unexpected side effect which normally would have been amazing if it weren't for the fact that you were feeling like death 24/7. But the brain fog, that was defiantly the worst side effect so far. You couldn't string a sentence together half the time and even when you could it took you twice as long to find the words you wanted to say. All that you could deal with, but the hair loss, that was on a whole other level. Nothing had prepared you for how confronting it would be. Now you looked sick.

"I don't know why I'm crying, I mean, I knew this was coming. And it's just hair, it grows back" you sob into his chest

"Oh Iubirea mea" he said softly, leaning back and gently taking your face in his hands. You love it when Sebastian reverts back to speaking Romanian. You had decided to learn it when the two of you first started dating, three and a half years ago. Surprisingly, you had picked it up fairly quickly. That being said, you're not the greatest, you don't know everything but you know enough to fill in the gaps when the two of you talk in his native language. You do it mostly in public, when you want to talk each other but you don't want people to know what you're saying. Like the little dirty exchange two of you had on the carpet at the Endgame premiere as a result of the tight, figure hugging dress you were wearing, it showed all your curves perfectly and drove him crazy.

*****

"Abia aștept să smulg rochia asta" he growled, gently squeezing one of you butt cheeks while you both looked out at the sea of photographers calling your names

"Chiar așa?" you asked, raising your brows at him

"O să te distrug în seara asta" he whispered in your ear as he placed a kiss on your temple

"Tu mai bine" you told him, knowing full well that he would

*****

"Baby you're sick, really sick. And this" he says as he takes the hair from your hands "it's just another reminder of that. It's OK to be upset about it, I know I would be"

You bury your face back into his chest, wanting to disappear from everything. You still had five more rounds to do over the next five months. At this very moment you didn't know how you were going to manage. The very thought of it completely overwhelmed you.

"Can I ask you something?" you mumble into his chest

"Of course you can. You can ask me anything, you know that"

You pull back from the warmth of his hug and look directly into the beautiful blue eyes that you adore

"Can you shave my head?"

"Mia"

"Then it can't fall out"

"Baby…"

"Please?"

"…OK"

"Can we do it now?"

"If that's what you want"

"It is"

"OK, come on"

Sebastian stands up and holds his hands out to you. Once you place your hands in his, he pulls you up off the couch and the two of you make your way upstairs to the bathroom. You close the lid on the toilet and sit on it while you watch Sebastian get out his electric razor and find the correct attachment.

"Come here" he says softly, reaching out to you once everything is set up. You go to him and he stands behind you, your eyes meeting each other's in the mirror.

"Baby, are you sure you want me to do this?"

"I'm sure"

"OK... you ready?"

You take a deep breath and nod, not trusting your voice. You weren't ready but you would much rather do this than constantly loose chunks of hair over the next few weeks. Shaving your head was one of the very few things you had control over in your life right now. Sebastian can sense how your feeling, of course he can, he knows you better than anyone. He presses a gentle kiss on the top of your head as he turns the razor on. The noise causes your breath to catch in your throat.

"Breathe" he tells you, inhaling and exhaling along with you while you take some deep breaths to help calm your anxiety. Once you have relaxed as much as you can he passes you the razor before putting his hand over yours. Very carefully, he guides you as you bring it to your head and make the first pass through your hair. There's no going back now. You let out a very shaky breath as he takes the razor from your hand and takes over. You feel tears well in your eyes as you watch him in the mirror, removing more of your hair with each pass of the razor. You close your eyes as the tears spill over and start to roll down your cheeks. Seeing your tears he pauses shaving your head and gently kisses them away, pulling a tiny smile from you.

"I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere"

"I know"

"Mi-aș dori să putem schimba locuri. Că am fost bolnav, nu tu"

He kisses your forehead and continues to remove your hair, one pass of the razor at a time. After a few more minutes you hear him turn off the razor. That's it, it's done. All your hair is gone. You feel his hands on your shoulders, giving them a gentle reassuring squeeze

"Open your eyes baby" he says, kissing your temple. You hold your breath and very slowly open your eyes. You let out a small gasp as you look into the mirror, taking in your reflection. You reach up and run your hands over your bare head, more silent tears spilling from your eyes

"It's gonna be OK" he says, wrapping his arms around from behind. You sigh as you lean back into him, he rests his chin on the top of your head, your height difference makes it so the top of your head is the perfect level. After a few minutes you hear the razor turn back on and just assume he's spotted a bit on your head that he missed. He then does something you weren't prepared for. He brings the razor up to his hair and starts to shave his own head, one arm still wrapped around you

"SEB!" you gasp in shock, covering your mouth with both hands and just stare at his reflection as he runs the razor through his beautiful hair. You know exactly why he's doing it too.

Sebastian had been your rock these past few months. When you first noticed the lump under your jaw, you had brushed it off, thinking it was just a swollen gland. Sebastian had pushed you to get it checked out and thank god he did. You were so anxious the day of the biopsy that you had almost had a panic attack and you probably would have to if it weren't for him. He was there, by your side the entire time, his hand in yours in a vice grip. When the results came back, you both knew it was bad just by the look on your doctor's face. The lump you thought was just a swollen gland was actually a malignant tumour, Hodgkin's Lymphoma, Cancer. When you got the diagnosis you had given him an out, the chance to walk away with zero judgement, but he refused to take it. Through tears he told you he was never going to leave you, that he loved you too much. He had vowed to stay by your side, no matter what. And he had, putting his career on hold to be there through your treatment. He had taken charge of everything. Taking way too many notes at every appointment, scheduling every one of your treatments, researching for days on end for every little thing that might make your symptoms just that little bit easier to tolerate. He had even gone as far as advocating for you when an ancient as fuck misogynistic oncologist didn't want to treat you because he couldn't or wouldn't understand why you would delay treatment for a month to freeze your eggs. Sebastian had been the one to suggest it to you in the first place. He knew how much you wanted kids, possibly even more than he did, and there was a chance that the treatments to save your life could leave you infertile. He had been there every step of the way, this included.

You loosen his grip around you and turn to face him. He smiles at you, kissing your forehead as he continues shaving his head. When he's done he turns the razor off and places it in the sink before looking at you.

"How do I look?" he asks, a stupid grin spreading across his face as he brushes hair off the both of you

"Ridiculous" you tell him, laughing as you run your hands over his head

"Wow Mia, way to make a guy feel good about his new do"

"I'm sorry dragă"

"It isn't that bad is it?"

"No, it's not. But I'm telling you right now, you shave this" you say, your fingertips running through his beard "and you're sleeping on the couch until it grows back. Understood?"

"Yes ma'am"

He runs his hands over your freshly shaved head before bringing them to rest on either side of your face, pulling you in and pressing his lips to yours

"Te iubesc" he whispers, resting his forehead against yours

"I love you too" you reply, wrapping your arms around his torso and resting your head against his chest. You could hear his heart beating against your ear, you found it comforting. You never wanted to let go.

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Eighteen | T. Holland

Summary → you’re tired of feeling like the world silences you, but after an interview with sebastian and anthony, you start to wonder if maybe it’s your fault.

Warning(s) → mentions of anxiety, mentions of sexual harassment, mentions of inequality in gender roles, use of the word slut, fluff if you squint 

Word Count → 1.9k

Note → this is a heavier topic, one that might be personal to some. if you don’t think you can handle the subject matter, please don’t force yourself to. this is relatively watered down, but it doesn’t take a genius to see what’s not being said. the ending features boyfriend!tom consoling the reader, so it does end on a fluffy note, but don’t hold out for those few ending paragraphs. 

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It’s getting hotter in the interviews. A thin layer of sweat sparkles on your skin, and even though the air conditioning has been turned down multiple times, there are too many people in the room to feel any drastic differences. It’s unfortunate for you. Hot flashes are a lovely addition to your anxiety disorder, and press always sets your nerves ablaze. It doesn't matter what project you’re promoting, who you're partnered with, or what you're wearing-- you’re always hot. 

Your cheeks are flushed dangerously when the last interview before lunch is called for yourself, Sebastian, and Anthony. This is your first press tour as an adult. You joined the marvel franchise years ago, when being eighteen felt like the equivalent of turning thirty, and you weren’t blind to the changes of tone. People were harsher to you, more forward. If they weren’t shutting you up, they were hinting at something less then appropriate, usually something sexual. 

The next interview started with a short introduction to the media outlet, and your interviewer. He was middle aged, kind smile, salt and pepper hair. He asked for your names, then he told you his, and one by one he shook your hands. His grip on you was criminal, lasting longer than was comfortable. Sebastian and Anthony we’re oblivious to the few extra seconds of contact between you and him, but it made your skin crawl in a familiar discomfort. 

Your fingers curled into fists, heart high in your throat. The questions started out easy. They were mostly directed towards the boys, like always, but this time you couldn’t find yourself to be annoyed. You had dealt with handsy and sexually charged men before, but he set a fire beneath you. It wasn’t behavior you should tolerate, but being a woman in the industry, inappropriate touches and glances we’re easier ignored then dealt with. When you spoke up you caused drama, made headlines, attracted nasty social media comments that called you a whore. It was easier to just internalize. 

“Y/N.” 

You hummed, looking towards the call of your name. He was smiling sweetly at you again, a predatory glint in his eyes that put you on edge. You shifted your weight closer to Anothony unconsciously giving the hungry man your professional attention and a nod. 

He shuffles through his index cards, but his eyes don’t read the scripted questions his employers have supplied him with. It’s not often male interviews do their own research, usually they’re briefed by a colleague and handed a set of questions and topic point by a higher level employee, but this man doesn’t even read the card before he’s staring you down and opening his mouth. 

“You finally got the Stark suit update,” He says, motioning towards the promo poster that shows off your CGI suit in all of its edited glory. Although the actual costume is breathtaking, the computer effects give it an entirely different, more technologically charged, feel. 

“Yeah,” You nod, a forced smile on your lips as you try to ease the uncomfortable tension from your tone. “She’s finally--” 

He cuts you off before you can give him any explanation for the upgrade. He isn’t the first one to address your new wardrobe, but he’s the first one to leave you antsy and uncomfortable. Sebastian frowns when you’re cut off, but he doesn’t think much of it. He lets the man continue, though a professional sharpness pulls his grin into a scowl. 

“Were you able to wear undergarments underneath it? It’s tight, doesn’t leave much to the imagination. Was there ever a moment where you reflected how much your wardrobe has changed through the years?” He asks, a dirty grin on his lips. 

Sebastian and Anthony are shocked at the blunt, inappropriate construction of his question. The public eye knew nothing of your battles with body image, or health concerns that lead to surgery. Your mind was plagued with doubts and self-criticism, and his invasive, pervy question both infuriated you and broke you apart. 

You stutter to find an answer, heat overwhelming you. Your hand grips onto Anthony’s arm, and you can’t decide whether anger is what burns your skin or anxiety. Are you making a big deal of this? You don’t know. You feel like you have every right to feel violated and uncomfortable, but you’re a young woman in the entertainment industry, isn’t this the kind of ignorant commentary you signed up for? You don’t know anymore. You grew up with people always having an opinion on your appearance, sexualizing you as early as twelve. You’ve carried around pepper spray and  self-defense keychains long before you even had an understanding towards predatory men and sexual assault. You’ve been conditioned by the world and the media to carry on with your day, no matter the broken boundaries or disrespect. You’re tired of remaining silent, feeling like your less than your male counterparts. Women and men should hold no differing values in society, and yet you walk to your apartment with keys between your fingers and Tom doesn’t even lock his front door. 

“I don’t think that’s an appropriate question.” You choke out, voice hard and nowhere near the soft and frilly pitch it usually obtains. You’re livid, absolutely pissed to the point of a quivering cupids bow. You’re humiliated, and horrified. Your feelings are everywhere, but you remain as professional as you can. If you yell, try to defend yourself at all, you’ll be painted as a diva in every media outlet for the next week, subliminally inviting backlash and slut-shaming comments into your social media messages. If Sebastian and Anthony come to your defense, they’ll be sung high-praises. 

The double standards men and women are held to, especially in the industry, is infuriating. 

He stumbles out a response, but his time is already up. For the first time today, you’re thankful these interviews are only ten minutes. He leaves the room, shown out by security, and even then he still sends you a wink over his shoulder as if your glimmering eyes meant nothing. 

“Hey,” Sebastian's voice is soft, his hand on the small of your back. You flinch away from his contact, head heavy in memories you’d rather forget. 

“Sorry,” You mumble, voice trembling with tears that you refuse to let fall. You’ve already been humiliated, you don’t need to further paint yourself as some helpless teenage girl. “I’m sorry. I’m going to go find Tom.” 

Anthony and Sebastian nod tightly. They watch as you quiver in your heels, hands clenched into fists at your sides. They’re proud of the way you handled yourself, though still absolutely enraged that any adult would find it appropriate to address you like that, especially in a professional setting. 

You stumble into the dressing rooms, right into your boyfriend's chest. Your mind is racing, but the minute you attach yourself to him, you break down. Shy sobs break Tom’s heart. He holds the back of your head to his chest, other hand on the small of your back and wrapped around your waist as you cry. You’re trying to stay quiet, but the attention is already on you. Chris and Robert are worried, and Zoe’s trying to act like she hasn’t noticed, but they don’t all watch as you try to console yourself with your boyfriend's warmth. 

“What happened?” Tom’s voice is soft, trying to keep this a private moment. He tries to move the both of you back into a corner, but you panic and squeeze around his waist tighter. “Baby,” 

You and Tom have been dating for six months, and although you’ve shared with him stories of your traumatic experiences as a woman living in LA, he’s never seen anything upset you like this. 

“I’m such a slut.” Your words come out so shy and small, you aren’t even sure you can hear yourself. No matter how  many times you tell yourself that your makeup and clothes don’t give men permission to make passes or feel you up, it’s getting harder to believe that your verbal consent is as strong as your clothes. Maybe you are asking for it, and in a wave of nausea, disgusted with yourself, your arms leave Tom’s waist to pull at the bottom of your borrowed dress. 

You’ve been hit on in sweats before. In ball gowns and crop tops. Somebody’s even pushed themselves against you while you wore Tom’s hoodie, but you still convince yourself that it’s your fault. That you we’re asking for it. 

Tom’s jaw sets harshly into place, and he tilts your chin upwards to meet his eye. His brown stare is hard, only adding to your distress. Maybe he agrees. Maybe he’ll blame you for what just happened. He’s probably going to break up with you. Other guys just can’t keep their hands and eyes off of you. He doesn’t want a slut for a girlfriend. 

“What the fuck did you just say, Y/N?” His tone causes you to flinch, words bouncing off of the dressing room walls. Everyone flinches, hearing only his heavy response. You try to divert your attention, but Tom squeezes your jaw, forcing your eyes back on his. “Say it again.” 

“I’m such a slut.” You sniffle, submitting beneath his fiery glare. Tensions are high as you try not to break down again. Apart from Tom, everyone in the room has watched you grow up, never losing that shy and sweet sense of yourself. You’re an exuberant light, a brilliant scene partner, a rising star who has big things in store for the future. You are many things, but a slut, isn’t one of them. 

Tom looks behind you, glaring straight at Anthony and Sebastion who are both stone eyed and still. They’ve not calmed down any since leaving the production room, instead, it seems their anger has only risen. The sight of you so distraught churns their stomachs. 

“Some asshole tried to make a pass.” Sebastion said in short, words angry and delivered as such. 

Tom’s breath hitched, his arms tightening around you and pulling you closer to his chest. His chin digs into your crown, eyes pinches shut as his hot exhale feels heavy. 

“You aren’t a slut, Y/N.” He doesn’t leave any room for argument, but you try anyways. Tom has no patience for it, and so he tilts your head back and plants his lips against yours harshly and eagerly, desperate to show you love and intimacy. “You. Aren’t. A. Slut.”

You nod, ducking your head back down into his chest as you try to believe him-- try to remember that you never asked for hands around your waist, or cupping your boobs. Wolf whistles, or handshakes that turn into forced frontal hugs. You didn’t ask for any of the harassment, no matter the outfits you wore and what they revealed.  

Tom lowers his voice, whispers melting into your hair, “This isn’t your fault, baby. Please believe me. None of this, is your fault. It’s disgusting and inappropriate, and you don’t deserve to deal with any of it.” 

You sniffle. You can’t tell him you believe him, not yet. Not when your heart is so heavy. Maybe one day you’ll believe him, but that’s just not now. 

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Hi! Could you please do some Kuroshitsuji headcanons for Undertaker, Grell, and Ceil, with a s/o who had recently got the hanahaki disease(if you don't know what hanahaki is it's just a disease from one sided love that can make you cough up flowers. It can only be cured by having the other love you back, or surgery)?

Hey! Of course! I love the hanahaki disease AU so much! Always wanted to write it but never have... So thanks for the request! I will try to do it well! (´｡• ω •���`) I didn’t know if you wanted to have it fluffy or angsty so I made it angsty... (>﹏<)

Many fans argued about Grell/Grelle’s pronounce and I’ve read many different things too, which is why I will use they/them for Grell. Sorry, if some people won’t be happy about it! (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

I will also edit it later to put pics in there. Didn’t find any good ones I might want to use, so sorry if they don’t have any yet! (〃＞＿＜;〃)

Warning: Angsty! (no happy ends)

Hanahaki Disease AU

⚰️ “Oh my, how interesting!” Said the whitehaired man, as he glanced into the trash can. How it seemed his dear friend had a little secret!

⚰️ In there he found several flowers strained in the purest bloody red he could ever find, but some one tried to hide it from him, how it seemed.

⚰️ Now his fun had begun.

⚰️ “(Y/N).” You heard him voice call you, when you helped him out in his funeral parlor. Glancing back at the giggling mess, you called a friend and behind his back a crush, he threw something at your direction. Thanks to your fast reflexes you caught it items he just threw a second ago to you.

⚰️ It looked very similar to a bloody flower you tried to hide…

⚰️ “Looks like someone has the hanahaki disease!” He chuckled and wiggled with his eyebrows. “Sooo, who is it?” But the old Grim Reaper never got an answer, because you run out as fast as possible.

⚰️ Of course the old man would laugh at it! It wasn’t funny. It wasn’t great. You were in pain for so many weeks. Months! You were coughing and coughing, sometimes even choking on these damn flowers, hoping that your love for this maniac will soon disappear, but it never did. You wished it so much, but how did idiot made you fall for him even more?!

⚰️ No matter how often you tried to hide yourself from this man, he found you, asking you why your disease still didn’t disappear, asking you who you loved, asking you why your beloved didn’t love you back! Why for goodness sake did he had to be so charming and annoying at the very same time!?

⚰️ “Leave me alone!” You yelled at him, as more flowers came out of your mouth, trying to choke you.

⚰️ “You know… If you really hate this flowers so much, why don’t you just-?“ - “No.” You interrupted him.

⚰️ Surgery? No thank you. You were to scared to never fall for somebody ever again. Losing the funny memories of him…? This great and warm feeling you had, whenever you thought of your dearest Undertaker?

⚰️ Everybody said that love is great. It makes you happy, but it also has one price. Pain. Yes, that is truly a feeling that you know too well. You felt it every day, not because of the long-haired man, not, because of your disease.

⚰️ You knew that Undertaker loved his “guests” and the dead more than anybody else. There was nothing that he loved more and that is why, you were so sure, that he would never love you back. Undertaker wasn’t somebody who would easily love another living person. He was different and he only wanted to have strange and funny things in his life, which is why you always thought of yourself as not worthy for him.

⚰️ But some weeks later, you sat there under the table, staring at the blood strained flower in your hand, when you heard a knock on your door. “(Y/N)!” You heard a giggling voice. Undertaker.

⚰️ Will you let him in? Will you tell him what you choose? To take the surgery? Risk so many things or just keep on going…?

👠 Every time you heard a specific person screaming “Sebastiaaaaaan!~ ❤️”, you just rolled with your eyes. But how comes, that your heart was yearning for that one person so much, that didn’t love you back.

👠 Grell had only they eyes on Sebastian and it made you jealous and angry. Couldn’t the redhead love you too? But of course not. You will probably never be as great as the black-haired demon.

👠 One day, you woke up, after realizing that you had strong feelings for the crazy Grim Reaper, you rushed to the bathroom, feeling something in your throat, but no matter how much you coughed, it didn’t come out until your eyes started to tear up. Was it… blood? Why did you taste blood? What was going out? When you coughed harder and harder, it finally came out of your throat. Flower petals and blood. Shocked, you stared at it. No… Why…? Why did that happen?!

👠 You knew from day one that you’ve got that horrible disease, because of Grell. No, he wouldn’t want to hurt you, for you two are good friends, but the long-haired Grim Reaper did not love you back. That is why you coughed flowers up, felt this pain, had to clean your clothes from your blood. It was because of your hurtful one-sided love!

👠 “He looked so wonderful; don’t you agree?! ❤️ Just so perfect and so-… Mh? (Y/N)? Are you alright? Why are you coughing so much? Do you want me to get you something to drink?” You shook your head.

👠 Nothing could help you with your problem, except if one of two things happen to you. Either Grell loves you back or… a surgery. You were sure, that the one you loved from the bottom of your heart, would never love you back but a surgery? Was it really necessary? If you will choose this, you will never love Grell ever again. Some people even told you, that they lost their memories of their beloved ones and some others of the ability to ever love again.

👠 Day after day passed and here you stood. In front of your trash can, looking at the flowers you used to love before you’ve got your disease. They were so beautiful, but they were strained with your red blood. It smelled horrible and looked disgusting in there. You never wanted to see it ever again.

👠 Grell’s eyes widen when he walked into your room, to ask you for your opinion on their new outfit, but when the redhead couldn’t find you, he noticed the smell of blood. Slowly, they walked to your trash can to see the flowers and immediately knew what sign it was. He knew of this disease. Why was somebody so horrible and didn’t loved you back? Afterall you were Grell’s best friend! The Grim Reaper knew you better than anybody else! But he never realized that you have fallen for somebody!

👠 Quickly they followed a loud noise, Grell heard nearby and saw you lying on the ground.

👠 You looked so sleepy on the ground. So tired. In your weak hands you held three bloody flowers, while the other was in front of your mouth, keeping it shut.

👠 “Hey, (Y/N)! Come on! Wake up! Tell me, what should I do?” Grell panicked.

👠 Now you had to choose… Will you have that surgery or will you live until the day the flowers close your throat and let you sleep there where the Grim Reaper never wanted to see you in for, they will never reciprocate your feelings

♕ “Should we continue, or do you prefer something else, (Y/N)?” Asked the one and only head of the Phantomhive house. “What are you thinking about? You are distracted. Our entire chess game.” – “Mh? Nothing.” You lied and Ciel knew it.

♕ So what exactly was going on in the head of yours? Some might think important business thoughts and some others mayhap that you were thinking about the usual things people in your age thought about. But the truth was… Nothing.

♕ The only thing you did on your chair was actually to not start coughing.

♕ The reason? Ciel. You fell for him. Hard. Which was not a good idea, because you knew him. You knew every secret of him. He not only told you about it, because you were a dear friend of his and he trusted you, but also because he saw you as a sibling.

♕ It hurt you, but this wasn’t the only pain you felt for the couple of weeks, no. It was the pain in your body.

♕ Everyday and every night you coughed up big flowers and flower petals, only because your feeling weren’t reciprocate.

♕ A few friends even told you, that it could be possible for him to fall for you, but you never believed them. Sure, he didn’t love his fiancée like you loved him, but he only had his eyes on one thing. His goal. The one and only reason for him to summon a demon and make a pact with it! Revenge.

♕ Even thought you never liked the idea, you supported him, thanks to your strong feelings. This very warm feeling you held for him, which guided you towards him.

♕ It made you sick.

♕ So sick, that you started coughing again and rushing out of the room, while Ciel called after you and run a few steps after you until he glanced down to see a small bloody flower petal. Was it always there…?

♕ But Ciel was smart. Very smart, which is why he figured out why you have run away.

♕ He knew of your love for him and tried to reject you gently, which made your disease worse than it already was.

♕ It started with you coughing them to you nearly choking on them, desperate to breath, always grasping on something while the most beautifulest flowers left your body. Petal after petal.

♕ Ciel even suggested to help you find a doctor, but you declined it. It was your problem and you were old enough to make your own decisions! You wanted to choose it on your own if you wanted to have this surgery or… well… Sleep forever…

♕ But the day has come, where you stood in front of Ciel and told him your decision and hopefully he will support you like in all those years he stood by your side…

[sub-danny]

I'm having a shitty mental day today. How would our boys help you out on the days you're down or need caring for yourself?

I'm sorry this took a few days to get to! I've been so busy. But I hope you are feeling better today 💞

Zemo:

Zemo smothers you in gifts. Anything you need he will buy for you. One of his main love languages is gifts and so he will give you tones in an attempt to cheer you up. He will also make your favourite food and feed it to you in bed and he would cuddle with you. He hates seeing you down, it hurts him and makes him determined to make you feel better again. He knows he can be quite demanding when he needs caring so he wants to repay it for you.

Laszlo:

Laszlo would try and make your life easier. He would likely call up the institute and tell them he wouldn't be able to come in today and then he would ask you what you wanted to do and would accompany you. He might try and talk you through any problems you are having, after all, he is good with helping people with their problems but the actual comforting words might be a bit harder for him but he tries his best. In the end, he would give you a hug and a Laszlo hug just makes anyone feel better.

Andrea:

Seeing you down makes Andrea down. Totally be the guy to cry with you if you are crying. Still, he becomes determined to look after you, even if he is hopeless with it. He would attempt to make you breakfast (and likely burn it) he would try and go and attend your work for you but you have to stop him. In the end, you just cuddle him for the day and Andrea is more than happy to do that. He will press light kisses all over you and tell you just how lovely you were and how in love he is with you.

Niki:

Stuff like this is hard for Niki, he's not the caring type but if he sees you are really upset he does try to make an effort. He's not good with his words so he tries to show you he cares through awkward hugs, kisses, It's the thought that counts. He would try to spend as much time as he can with you to at least be around you and make sure you were okay.

Ernst:

He would try and make you laugh. Acting silly, telling you jokes, tickling you, watching comedy films with you. He wouldn't leave you alone until you laugh. Also hugging, Ernst loves when you hug him and get to bury his face in your chest but he will be the big spoon on days you need caring for. He will hold you tightly to him and not let go for a few hours.

Alex:

God, he hates seeing you upset. He makes him feel down to see you down. Another one of the huggers. He won't let you go for hours. He would bring you anything you need. Kiss you lots. Snuggle into your chest. Anything you need or do he will try his best to get or do for you until he sees that you are better. I can see him loving to kiss the top of your head and bury his face into your hair telling you how much he loves you.

Sebastian:

Another one who would try to make you laugh. We all know what he is like, he will make silly noises, act over the top, be silly. Even his facial expressions are enough to make you laugh. He is just one of those guys who can make you laugh no matter what. He would also be happy to give you pleasure in any way, offer himself to you in any way to make you feel better.

David:

He would make you lots of food and go out and get you food and then while you are eating it in bed he will grab your favourite book and try to read it to you. I say try because he will likely mess up saying some words but he is determined to get through. He might even read some of his writing which is special as he usually keeps it very guarded until he has finished writing it.

Tony:

Like many of the others, he would make you lots of food though he always insists that his cooking isn't that good, though it is the best out of the lot of them, He would give you lots of gentle kisses and order you lots of presents such as self-love/care gifts. He would kiss your hand and tell you how strong you are and he knows you will feel better soon.

Alex Garel:

He would stay with you, though maybe bring his work up with him, he would get his robots to make a fuss over you though and cheer you up. He might try and invent something for you as well to make you feel better. Also, he would pull you to the sofa, drape a blanket over the two of you and just cuddle you as you two watch a film and drink some hot chocolate. I am certain he smells good as well so that is a bonus.

[who-ever-said-i-was-nice]

Hi! I like your writing so much 🥰🥰🥰. How incredible they are! So, I have a resquest about how Napoleon, Mozart, Leo, Comte,Vincent, Will ( sorry if it is too much) react to a MC who is taller than them 😂😂😂 ( like her height is 185cm) and how they fall in love with her. Thank you so much ☺️☺️☺️

Ah girl. I'm sorry for taking so damn long. I am buried under so much work, but now I have a few minutes to spare so I decided to finish this for you. I hope you enjoy and It was worth your wait. Love you and thanks again.! Here is the part 2!

Napoleon

    Napoleon was strolling around the mansion one evening. It had been a surprisingly good day. He want out with Isaac and taught the children, he sparred with Jean. It was fulfilling. He walked passed the Door, but when he got to the end of the corridor he heard something. He turned around and hurried back, only to find..nothing. He looked both ways and was ready to dismiss it, but then he heard a small sniffle come from behind an open door a little down the hall. He opened it to reveal a very beautiful girl. And she was so tall, which only added to her beauty.He, Napoleon, The nightmare of Europe, The emperor of France, felt like the wind had been knocked out of his lungs. He quickly recomposed himself and glanced back to the woman who looked about ready to cry. He closed the door and took her hand. "Why are you hiding behind a door? Everything's alright you don't need to hide. And - he paused a little - please don't cry nunuche. He smiled at the woman and extended a hand.She took it without much hesitation. "Can I have your name?" he questioned, looking slightly up to gaze into her E/C colored eyes. " Y/n" she responded rather timidly and Napoleon felt his heart flutter.                                                                                                                                           -------------------Time skip to two weeks in-----------------     

       Napoleon still felt an odd stirring feeling whenever Y/n was around. Fortunately he had now realized why. He had fallen in love with her. He wanted to tell her, he really did, but he couldn't figure out how. One cold winter night he plucked up the courage to tell you, which was a lot harder then he would have thought. He walked out into the garden looking for a very specific flower. Finally he found it. An Algerian Iris.

He picked it with careful hands and hurried to Y/n's room. He got there and swallowed hard before knocking on her door. Y/n opened it and stared down at the man. He cleared his throat. " Y/n, I know I haven't known you for too long, but I can't suppress these feeling anymore. Over the past month you have always been there for me. We laughed together, shared memories together and even made new ones. Your smile always lights up the world and no matter what happens I want you to remember, I love you." He smiled up at Y/n. Tears of happiness streamed down her face. He offered her the tiny flower. She held it with such gentleness, as if it could shatter at any moment. She then embraced her lover as she sobbed. Napoleon hugged her back, his face buried in her neck. He urged her to lean down a bit and he kissed her. She kissed back smiling into it.

Mozart

    Mozart sat alone in his room. A thousand thoughts swirling in his mind, as he tried so desperately to perfect his new masterpiece. His skilled hands glided over the keys gracefully. Suddenly he was pulled out of his thoughts by the loud noises coming from the dining room. He got up. Annoyed at all of the residents for ruining his concentration. He walks out of the room in a hurry.  When he makes it there, he turns the corner ready to throw an insult at them, however the words die in his throat as his eyes land on the tall figure standing in the middle of the room.  He's baffled at how tall that woman was. He quickly composed himself and walked over to her. The closer he got, the more he noticed about her. The way her eyes sparkled as she talked to the residents, how she would bring her hand up to her mouth when she laughed, the sway of her hair, the way she shifted her way fro one long leg to the other. But most importantly, he noticed her eyes dart around a little when looking down, as if she was afraid of something. Mozart, however could not put his finger on it. He was soon spotted by the infamous flirt, Arthur. " Mozart! Our loved composer. Come over here don't be shy." he flashed his boyish grin and Mozart made a small noise of irritation, but cam up to her. " Hello, I am Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, composer" He looked up to find her eyes shining with excitement. "Hello! I'm Y/n. It's a pleasure to meat you! I love your music and..." She just kept going, rambling about how amazing he and his music was. Mozart will never admit it, but it warmed his frozen heart. As he watched her talk all he could think about was: ' You innocent, little lamb. Where you the one I was missing? I didn't even know I was missing something till now. Someday, somehow I will make you mine'          

                   -------------------Time skip to two weeks in----------------- 

        Mozart was playing the piano, channeling all his anger into it. He missed a note and jumped up immediately. He was angry and sad, but worst of all he felt betrayed. He banged his fists against the wall as tears streamed down his face. He didn't want to cry. He fought with all his might. but the river just kept flowing. He could not have her, he could not. That was the truth. He heard a small knock on the door. He yelled an angry 'go away', but the door opened anyway. In stepped Y/n. When she spotted him, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion and worry. She hurried over to his side and placed a delicate hand on his back. Mozart tried to trow a sarcastic comment her way, or at least push her or get her away from him, but he was rooted to the spot, crying his eyes out in front of this sweet, little lamb. " Wolf? What happened? Why do you cry?" her voice was cracking with worry and fear. Mozart lifted his head from the wall, but did not meat her eye. Instead he starred at the ceiling and spoke in and unusually quite voice. " That man...downtown. He had his arm around you....I didn't know you had a lover." He finally looked at her, only to find an expression of shock on her face. " You mean the man that walked up behind me, put his arm around me and attempted to flirt, only to get punched by Jean?" Now it was his turn to be surprised. However he could tell she spoke the truth. Had he watched a little longer he would have seen it all happen, but he was consumed by his emotions and as his anger turned to a forte, he could not look anymore.      Everything slowed down. It was a peculiar feeling. It seem like all noise had been muffled and all the thing and events faded. She smiled. A soft, sweet smile. She reached up and gently whipped his tears. She found his jealousy a bit childish, but she knew that she loved him and she would have broken down too. She understood and so she could accept. Mozart's eyes softened as he gazed into her smiling eyes and basked in her tender touch. They both moved at the same time and met in the middle. It was a sweet and gentle kiss filled with love.

Leo

      Leonardo da Vinci. The renaissance mastermind.That is what people called him, or so he had been informed by Sebastian. He always thought long and hard about that. He had invented and created a lot of things, yes, but he was not always certain he deserved that title. A nagging fear always crept up on him. Was he really that special? Was he worth it at all. After all, he faked his death. He lied to all those who adore him now. He did not deserve anything in his mind. And even if he did, he could not keep it forever. Time kills everything he loves. The people he cared for turned to dust in his hand and the hand on the clock just kept ticking. On and on and on. For eternity. He shivered and set the pocket-watch he had been fixing down. He needed some air. And a cigarillo. As he wandered the corridors he heard a bang coming from the direction of the magical door. Curious, he walked towards it only to find a simply ethereal woman standing and yanking at the doorknob. He walked up to her. " Can I help you Cara mia?" She spun around with a glare on her face looking ready to fight, but she relaxed when she saw that the man standing in front of her was not a threat.

                  -------------------Time skip to two weeks in-----------------            

       Over the course of  the week, Leo found himself enjoying her company more and more. The truth was, that he had caught feeling for her. She had beautiful h/l h/c hair and e/c eyes that sparkled every time she talked about something she liked. Not to mention, she was tall. Really tall. Taller then him actually. And he loved that. He thought it was the most beautiful thing in the world. Whenever she wore her 21st century pants or skirts you could see her lovely long legs. However he tried to push these things away. He could not harbor feeling for a woman he knew he was going to loose. He could not control or tolerate the ace in his heart every time she would pass him by, or help him with something. Unfortunately, he knew that if he gave in he would hurt a thousand times more.     It was 12 o'clock at night and he could not fall asleep. Well not that he was trying to hard. He got up and decided to walk around the mansion. As he passed Mozart's door he heart Y/n's small sobs. He stopped dead in his tracks and listened. He couldn't hear what she was saying, but he caught a few words. ".. Can't have him......doesn't love me....I'm too tall" Those words where like an electric shock to him. He could make out Mozart comforting you and another voice that he believed was Jean, but he couldn't concentrate. It felt as if the whole world caved in on him. He was selfish. He had chosen his comfort over your and now this was the price he had to pay. He should have known. The bill comes due. Always! He pulled himself together the best he could and knocked on the door. Everything went silent. Mozart opened the door, looking even more pale then usual. He was about to shut the door in his face when Y/n soft voice rang out. "Don't, it's alright. I will talk to him" Jean looked ready to protest, but he let her go anyway. The stood facing each other in the hall. Leo looking slightly up to meat her teary eyes. He reached up and wiped her face. He met her gaze once again and whispered: "I'm so sorry." He pulled her in and kissed her with everything he had. Pouring all the hurt, denial, pain and love he felt. She kissed back with just as much passion. Finally he had to pull away for air. He looked back at her again." Don't ever say, you are too tall, mia bella"

As you can see, it got really long. Idk if this is what you had in mind, but yeah. I will do the other half and maybe other residents too, because this was really fun. Once again thank you for your patience and have an amazing day/night.tags: @nad-zeta @dazaiswindow @blu-tigerr @jeanstan @ichigoamamiya @shookspearewrites @chaotic-coyote I ummm taggd you guys here, idk if you want me to tag you again next time or you want me to stop, ummmm tell me i don't really know how this works so if this is not how I'm supposed to do it, tell me. I appreciate it😅

[thedarkestcrow]

Hi, I hope you doing well and staying healthy. I have a question about Sebastian's power. He couldn't defeat Agni whom Polaris had no problem killing. Elizabeth managed to cut Sebastian's coat during their fight, and he is no match for Undertaker at all. Is he a show-off without extraordinary power or doesn't have access to his demonic power in his human form? I'm not a hater or anything just curious :)

Hi, thank you, so far I’m doing well! ^^

That’s a valid question. Sebastian certainly enjoys demonstrating his skills and he is a show-off. He does have inhuman powers and strength, that’s for sure. He can heal quickly, is faster and stronger than humans at least. But it’s true that he has also faced opponents he had problems with. So the question how powerful he truly is or at least how much the contract limits his power is certainly worth thinking about.

It’s difficult to say how powerful demons in general really are because we have no other demon to compare Sebastian to. He is the only one we know so far and we don’t know if he’s strong, weak or average among his kind. However, we can conclude that demons usually must be a force to be reckoned with by how wary the shinigamis - who with their Death Scythes are quite dangerous themselves - are around Sebastian, knowing he’s a demon.

Also, we’ve seen that demons definitely have some supernatural skills. Especially before the contract was fully formed we were shown a variety of how Sebastian can change his appearance which would surely give him an advantage in overpowering his opponents.

Actually, even his human body is just one of his appearances. The way he can morph into this shadowy, unshapely mass might make it difficult for opponents to even hit or injure him - if he were to use that ability.

However, Sebastian is very rarely using that ability, even when fighting opponents like Undertaker who he really struggles against. It kinda seems like he’s holding back which enables his enemies to injure or even defeat him in battle. And that is most likely due to the contract.

First of all, he is using the form of a human body which comes with some human traits, like that he has to cut his hair but also that his body can be injured, as proven on several occasions.

Usually, his injuries are not much of a problem since he is quite resilient and can heal himself quickly. With the exception of Undertaker whose Death Scythe caused some pretty serious injuries even for Sebastian.

But even then he kept his human form. Maybe when they enter a contract demons cannot alter their chosen form that much anymore which actually limits their powers. However, Sebastian could alter his appearance in front of Arthur during the Murder Mystery arc. 

I think there are two main reasons why Sebastian isn’t using all the abilities he might have as a demon.

First, it’s usually not necessary and could cause more problems than solving them. When fighting humans Sebastian is way stronger even if his human appearance limits his demon abilities. He’s still faster, stronger and more resistent than normal humans. So usually, he can easily kill his opponents if they’re human. And when fighting people like Lizzy or Agni Sebastian wasn’t trying to kill them. Sure, he may have underestimated their fighting skills but if he were serious I think he could have defeated them, too. But showing his demonic side to those who Ciel cares about would probably be troublesome. Actually, in these cases it’s probably harder for him to hold back.

And second, Ciel actually ordered Sebastian to hold back a little in order not to raise too much suspicion. 

As part of the contract, Sebastian must follow Ciel’s orders and since he ordered Sebastian not to use his demon powers in a such a casual way that everyone notices that something is wrong, Sebastian must keep his demonic powers on a more hidden level. Which means he can’t just change his arm to a saw and cut off his opponents’ limbs. 

So in conclusion, I think Sebastian still has many of his demonic powers (which we sometimes also see) even if they are limited by his human appearance but rather than his human form it’s probably more Ciel’s order which makes Sebastian do things in a more human way. And most of the time that works just fine since he’s still using enough of his demonic powers.

Now Undertaker is a bit of a different matter. Even if Sebastian has to hold back due to Ciel’s order, the other term of the contract - that Sebastian has to protect Ciel’s life - carries more weight. That means Sebastian could break Ciel’s rules in order to protect him. And there were cases when Sebastian had to assume that Undertaker was such a threat that would justify Sebastian disobeying the order of holding back. But even in that situation Undertaker was able to injure Sebastian severely which is why Undertaker is maybe the only opponent (for now) Sebastian truly worries about.

But does that really mean that Undertaker is stronger than Sebastian? Since this post is already quite long I don’t want to go into too much detail about that (for that, take a look here or here). Just this much: Sebastian’s weakness is Ciel. Undertaker could only injure him during the Campania arc because he was distracted by Ciel being in danger. And during the Weston arc a fight was avoided because Sebastian feared for Ciel’s safety. We may not have seen both at their full potential yet so it’s hard to tell who’s stronger. But I think both recognize the threat the other poses and I’m sure we’ll see them fight again.

So these are my thoughts on Sebastian’s strength and demonic powers. Have a nice weekend, Anon, and stay healthy, as well! :)

[infinitebells]

Could you please write about William and his s/o starting in the worst possible way? they hate each other's guts and spend all the time bickering and arguing about everything and anything (even about freaking math theorems), until Will says something awful that actually hurts her and he might be a bastard but not that much of a bastard so he tries his best to apologize and they slowly grow closer and closer until they realise they are in love

enemies to lovers is my favorite thing ever

✧ you two cannot be in the same room for more than five minutes without being at each others throats

✧ albert and moran have actually had to pull the two of you out of the room and away from each other because you two just rile each other up to the max

✧ louis literally sighs when you guys start arguing about math because what the fuck it’s the same literally everywhere and he has had to leave the room before because he gets so annoyed

✧ the reason you’re even in the group in the first place is because you and moran grew up together, and he knows you can hold your own in a fight and are a good diversion tactic for nobles

✧ now because you’re the only female in the group, that automatically means if a mission requires having to flirt with a noble, you are the one to do that

✧ you’re quite honestly ashamed you have to do it in the first place, and when moran can see how uncomfortable you get during one of these missions, he’ll make an effort to pull you out fast so that you don’t have a panic attack

✧ william starts to notice this, and it isn’t an issue until moran pulls you out too fast, which infuses the noble with suspicion

✧ luckily the other boys were quick to dispose of him, and the cab ride back to the manor is deathly silent

✧ once you’re in the house, william goes absolutely ballistic on you, screaming louder than he ever has before

✧ albert is trying to calm him down while moran has to drag you out of the room, but before he can get you to move an inch william loses it

✧ “maybe if you weren’t such a whore for the colonel, the fucking mission wouldn’t have almost failed! but i’m glad to know your only priority includes getting fucked to the point where you’re brain-dead stupid by the only man in the house who would even be willing to put his dick anywhere near you,”

✧ the room goes obscenely silent

✧ albert is staring at you as your face completely drops, any angry emotion once painted across your features is replaced by an almost empty look

✧ fred has stopped watering the plants because he can’t believe the words that just left william’s mouth

✧ louis is five seconds away from dropping his cup of tea that’s shaking in his hand now

✧ moran’s eyes are wide with shock, too stunned to even begin to be angry at william

✧ you gently pull your arm out of moran’s hand before walking quietly out of the room and into your own room, closing the door with a silent click

✧ william’s shocked because usually you always have a comeback, a sarcastic remark or an insult ready to hurl back at him, so why didn’t you do that now?

✧ everyone breaks out of the trance as soon as the door shuts, and albert, louis, and fred have to hold moran back from completely pummeling william

✧ moran and you had never had that kind of relationship, if anything he was your best friend

✧ after the boys get moran to calm down, william is still standing still in his spot

✧ albert suggests going to apologize to you, and louis walks william out of the room and to your room

✧ when you don’t answer his knocks, he slowly cracks the door open, and upon hearing no response, opens it all the way to see an empty room and your window open

✧ the house erupts into chaos once again

✧ moran storms out, determined to find you, while albert goes after him because god knows what will happen

✧ louis offers to stay here in case you come back, and fred goes out on his own to look for you

✧ william has yet to say a word since yelling at you, and all he can think about was how wrong he felt after shouting like that at you

✧ fred’s the one who finds you, sitting alone in a bar all the way across town

✧ dried tear tracks decorate your face, and your hand shakes around your glass of whiskey

✧ neither of you say anything for a few minutes, until fred finally speaks up

✧ “sebastian and albert are out looking for you,”

✧ you’re quiet for another moment before responding

✧ “tell them to not bother. if i’m such a whore then clearly i’m not needed on the team,”

✧ your voice cracks at the team, and fred see how white your knuckles are for gripping your glass so damn tightly

✧ when he coaxes the glass out of your hand, he manages to convince you to come back to the manor with him, promising to keep william away from you

✧ he’ll lead you through the house, silently nodding to louis in a way of telling him you were okay, and they could talk more once you weren’t a flight risk

✧ louis goes out to bring moran and albert back, while fred gets you into bed and sits on a chair next to you to make sure you don’t leave again

✧ you haven’t said anything since the bar, so when the bedroom door opens and in walks william, you don’t speak up

✧ fred leaves to give you two some space, making sure to stand right outside of the door in case something happens

✧ william pulls the chair up next to your bed, staring at your curled up form and the way your eyes stay open and unmoving, focused on some invisible spot on the wall

✧ william’s quiet for a minute as he gathers his thoughts before finally speaking

✧ “i’m sorry for my words. i know you and colonel moran are close friends and nothing more, and i should have seen how uncomfortable the noble was making you. you aren’t a whore, and you certainly are a wonderful addition to the team. i hope you can forgive me for my rude and brash words, but for right now i’ll leave you alone,”

✧ he gets up, moving the chair back, and going to leave the room until your small hand wraps around his wrist, holding him in place

✧ he turns back to see you still staring at the floor, but fresh tears have replaced your old ones

✧ “thank you for the apology,”

✧ your voice is quiet, so quiet it can barely pass as a whisper, but he hears it all the same

✧ he nods before walking out, refusing to make eye contact with moran, who returned home and was standing just outside of your room

✧ once william’s gone, he’ll storm in and sit down on the chair next to your bed, rubbing your hand comfortingly

✧ you’re eternally appreciative of how kind he is after everything that happened, and he knows you are from the slight squeeze you give his hand

✧ he stays the entire night, making sure you won’t up and leave again

✧ the next few days, you’re much quieter than normal, and everyone can tell

✧ the air is tense, but no one says a word about what occured

✧ after the first week, william offers you a book he had in his library that he knew you liked, and it’s the one action that finally starts to set things back into place

✧ albert feels like he can finally relax after constantly watching you and william

✧ louis is relived because he can breathe again without feeling like someone was going to go ape shit again

✧ moran is his usual, laidback and snarky self

✧ the only thing that has changed is your and william’s relationship

✧ after the first week of tenseness, things only go up

✧ you both can stay in rooms with each other without constantly fighting, instead talking about a book you both have read or discussing next week’s mission plans

✧ you even manage to crack a smile around him, and vice versa

✧ everyone in the mansion is happy to see how you two start to get along, including moran because he hated how much you two fought

✧ after a month of being friendly with each other, you start to appreciate how beautiful he really was

✧ his soft blonde hair, ruby red eyes, and his smile that had you weak in the knees

✧ you both spent extended periods of time alone together, and he was starting to enjoy it too

✧ it was about a month and a half after the incident, the two of you were alone in his study standing next to each other and going over the plans for your next mission

✧ tonight you decided to tease him about how if he puts all of his time and effort into killing nobles, he’ll never get a girlfriend

✧ cue him looking up from the papers to meet your eyes, and you’re both aware of how your faces are inches away from each other

✧ neither of you can tear away from looking into each others eyes, and it’s quiet until william finally speaks

✧ “well i’d hope any girl i court would have extensive knowledge of these plans and how passionate i am about them. it helps if they’re even a part of it, say as a beautiful distraction,”

✧ both of you know he’s talking about you, and your breath hitches in your chest

✧ he’s slowly leaning down, and you know how terribly fucked you are when you meet him halfway, your lips just barely meeting for a kiss

✧ he pushes against you harder, one hand coming to rest on your waist to keep you close to him

✧ and when he pulls away blushing lightly, you both realize just how in love you actually are

✧ “i know we’ve had our fair share of cruel words, me especially, but i can’t stop myself from loving you,”

✧ his voice is soft, silently pleading for reciprocated feelings

✧ “then don’t, i’d hate for my love to go wasted,”

✧ and then he’s kissing you again, and again, and again, until neither of you can think of anything else besides loving each other