#London wouldn't survive this

[oifaaa]

Bridgerton is one of my comfort shows mostly bc I think its so funny that the Bridgerton family is just the worst they're all deeply unlikeable insufferable people and watching each of them find love despite how utterly horrible they all are gives me hope

[businesstiramisu]

@canyourfavesurvivecastledracula -- I'm trying out the "argue at you" approach. tagging you b/c you don't have submissions open and I think this long enough to be an annoying ask. I don't think you know or care about this character, but *I* do, so here's my argument :P

Can Alphonse Elric survive Castle Dracula?

[the answer depends a LOT on which part of which canon we're using, but we're going to go vaguely with "middle part". That is to say, armor]

Al has one HUGE advantage against Dracula, which is that he has no corporeal human body (for now). He's not completely free of blood though -- if Dracula learns about the blood seal tethering his soul to this mortal plane, I fully believe he's learned enough Dark Magicks at Scholomance to fuck it up. So the question is, would he find out? Al is usually pretty good at hiding it… unless he just decides to tell people. So it depends on how their dynamic plays out.

Al would accept the crucifix from the townsfolk, and listen to their other advice. Even if he doesn't believe them, he's a polite boy, and you never know what information might be useful! Maybe their folktales have clues about the Philosopher's Stone, you never know. (Also in one version of canon he can understand German, so let's say language barriers aren't an issue.)

Dracula is bemused when an alchemist in full plate armor turns up asking to see his library instead of the solicitor he requested. Alchemists? He hasn't run into any of those in a while. But hey, the lawyer's not here yet, he's got time to fuck with this guy and have an extra snack.

The shaving incident wouldn't happen obviously, but Dracula might realize something is amiss because Al doesn't sleep. Or will he? Does Dracula pay enough attention to know when normal humans should be sleeping and Al isn't? If so, he will probably investigate, push boundaries, or stage a confrontation until he finds out Al's deal, and then he will be PISSED. No lawyer, and now no snack! This is bullshit! From here on out, it's WAR. If not, then...

If Al realizes this is a kidnapping and not a library loan, he will play along. He might not even mind. He's been kidnapped before, and it always worked out fine. Dracula might be more creepy and threatening than his other kidnappers, but Al's dealt with a wide variety of creepy and threatening in his quest, I just don't think he'd be fazed. And he is, as already mentioned, a polite person who would want to be a respectful guest! Hmm kinda creepy that he just implied I'll never leave this place alive... oh well! Nice table setting, sir, compliments to your staff.

Being a respectful guest might not extend to staying in his room as instructed; he's a curious guy and only a stickler for the rules compared to his brother. The girlies aren't a problem for him, because he's still wearing the crucifix, but they might clue him in that Something Is Wrong and lead to Al himself forcing a confrontation with Dracula.

But even if everything goes smoothly, Al would eventually get bored with Dracula's library (if there was anything useful about the Philosopher's Stone in there, Dracula wouldn't be a vampire). At some point, Al would decide this kidnapping is over, and he would provoke the confrontation in trying to leave.

I haven't written any reason for Al to tell Dracula about his fatal weakness, so I'm gonna say Dracula can't actually do much to Al; but unfortunately I don't think Al can harm Dracula either. I don't actually remember what allowed Jonathan to hit him with a shovel but I think it involved special circumstances that do not apply to Al. However, Dracula also can't prevent Al from leaving -- neither thousand foot cliffs nor wolves are much of an obstacle to him. (Well actually, if you physically overpower him and take the armor apart, he can't walk away -- but people almost never think of that, and Dracula probably won't either.)

Which is all to say that Alphonse can survive Castle Dracula, but he probably won't have as much useful intel as Jonathan did. Mind you, he took notes! He just didn't get personal experience with as many of Dracula's powers.

And of course, his goal after this is to track down his brother -- if anyone can figure out how to kill a vampire it's Ed. Where the fuck did he get to, anyways? He'd better not be stranded in Weimar Germany. Al can absolutely walk to Munich from here, but waiting around 25-30 years for Ed to turn up would be a drag.

[the-busy-ghost]

Warning- this is a very petty post, but I think I'm entitled to at least one petty, pissed-off reaction every time I finish a classic novel that hit harder than I expected so take this as my quota for the year.

Also spoiler warning for a book that came out over a century ago but still, I didn't know the plot going in so don't want to ruin it for anyone else, if you haven't read it shut your eyes. (Also Local Tumblr User Going Wild Over Book Published a Hundred Years Ago That Everybody Else Already Read should probably be categorised as akey part of indigenous tumblr culture at this point).

Anyway I just finished the War of the Worlds and in between studying I've thinking about Themes and Motifs as you do, and idly looking for further analysis. I then accidentally ran into an article called 'A Quiet Place II Succeeds Where the War of the Worlds Failed' and:

Now I haven't seen any of the Quiet Place films, this is not a rant against them and of course everyone is entitled to their own opinions. But re: the ending of The War of the Worlds, I have to ask, did this guy somehow miss, uh, the entire point of the book or am I just utterly insane?

[elumish]

I've been reading Iron Flame by Rebecca Yarros, and it's gotten me thinking about how worldbuilding is multilayered, and about how a failure of one layer of the worldbuilding can negatively impact the book, even if the other layers of the worldbuilding work.

I don't want to spoil the book for anyone, so I'm going to talk about it more broadly instead. In my day job, one of the things I do is planning/plan development, and we talk about plans broadly as strategic, operational, and tactical. I think, in many ways, worldbuilding functions the same way.

Strategic worldbuilding, as I think of it, is how the world as a whole works. It's that vampires exist and broadly how vampires exist and interact with the world, unrelated to the characters or (sometimes) to the organizations that the characters are part of. It's the ongoing war between Earth and Mars; it's the fact that every left-handed person woke up with magic 35 years ago; it's Victorian-era London except every twelfth day it rains frogs. It's the world, in the broadest sense.

Operational worldbuilding is the organizations--the stuff that people as a whole are doing/have made within the context of that strategic-level world. For The Hunger Games, I'd probably put the post-apocalyptic nature of the world and even the existence/structure of the districts as the strategic level and the construct of the Hunger Games as the operational level: the post-apocalyptic nature of the world and the districts are the overall world that they live in, and the Hunger Games are the construct that were created as a response.

Tactical worldbuilding is, in my mind, character building--and, specifically, how the characters (especially but not exclusively the main characters) exist within the context of the world. In The Hunger Games, Katniss has experience in hunting, foraging, wilderness survival, etc. because of the context of the world that she grew up in (post-apocalyptic, district structure, Hunger Games, etc.). This sort of worldbuilding, to me, isn't about the personality part of the characterization but about the context of the character.

Each one of these layers can fail independently, even if the other ones succeed. When I think of an operational worldbuilding failure, I think of Divergent, where they took a post-apocalyptic world and set up an orgnaizational structure that didn't make any sense, where people are prescribed to like 6 jobs that don't in any way cover what's required to run a modern civilization--or even to run the society that they're shown as running. The society that they present can't exist as written in the world that they're presented as existing in--or if they can, I never could figure out how when reading the book (or watching the film).

So operational worldbuilding failures can happen when the organizations or societies that are presented don't seem like they could function in the context that they are presented in or when they just don't make any sense for what they are trying to accomplish. If the story can't reasonably answer why is this organization built this way or why do they do what they do then I see it as an organizational worldbuilding failure.

For tactical worldbuilding failures, I think of stories where characters have skillsets that conveniently match up with what they need to solve the problems of the plot but don't actually match their background or experience. If Katniss had been from an urban area and never set foot in a forest, it wouldn't have worked to have her as she was.

In this way (as in planning), the tactical level should align with the operational level which should align with the strategic level--you should be able to trace from one to the next and understand how things exist in the context of each other.

For that reason, strategic worldbuilding failures are the vaguest to explain, but I think of them like this: if it either 1) is so internally inconsistent that it starts to fall apart or 2) leaves the reader going this doesn't make any sense at all then it's probably failed.

[thisghosts-obsessions-again]

Glashtyn, you're next on my list for the replay! Don't take this to heart 😩

[k0juki]

Mafia!Max Verstappen headcanons

Summary: Max used to be with reader, but they broke up, she gets pregnant (with him) and didn't told him and they met a few years later. More mafia!Max here!

English is not my first language so feel free to point out any mistakes or errors! Don't copy or translate my works!

Wc: 767

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• It was just a useless relationship that he didn't need, nothing more

• at least that's what he says himself everyday, but it was far from the truth and he knew it.

• He loved you, that's for sure, but

• he did what he had to do, so you will be safe but

• how could you live your life and one day see your "mini-me" looking right back at you.

• He wasn't planning to go this far and what's worst, to have a child with his enemy's daughter.

• He never wanted that and the fact

• Max broke your heart all those years ago was just a bonus.

• After that you moved out of the Netherlands, back to London, but

• a few weeks later, you found out that you were pregnant. Well, shit.

• It was a little boy. Elijah or your little Eli.

• You wanted to tell Max, you really did, but your father didn't approved that,

• he didn't want him to know, and the fact that your father was head of the local British Mafia and his enemy was Dutch Mafia, wasn't good at all.

• little Eli was your secret, so whe Max saw you with little child

• it was safe to say that he almost had a stroke right on the sidewalk.

• Max never thought that he would see you again.

• Well, not at least with a little kid that looked like him.

• He was just supposed to take care of a few things around the London and then fly back to Netherlands

• but he saw you and your little blonde boy

• as you carried him in your arms and his own were around your neck with little red and blue car toy.

• You were crossing the road, when you saw Max on the other side.

• You stopped in the middle of crosswalk, mouth agape with nerves on the march.

• What was he doing here?

• You turned on your heels and basically ran back to your car.

• After that you tried your hardest to stay away from him, or anyone from that matter

• but he knew what he saw

• and that was you and his child, a boy,

• his heir that he had and didn't know about

• but he was determined to change that and he did when

• he found your penthouse that you owed, he killed every guard outside the building that was watching over you and your son, he couldn't care less about them and

• he will deal with your father later, now

•Max he didn't want to scare you like before, so he

• knocked on door and obviously

• he didn't expect a little boy with car toy he saw earlier and with paci in his mouth

• will open for him, and then he heard your call for Eli, asking him who came here, thinking it was your mother because she was your regular guest.

• You came to the door and saw Max, how he just stood here, looking

• as you scoped little Eli in your arms and asked him what he was doing here, but all he could do was to

• ask if it's his son, you looked at him

• and said yes, it was three and half years ago that you saw and talked to each other and you

• still missed him, but you couldn't forget how he broke up with you.

• Saying it was for your own good.

• he dropped to his knees

• "I'm so sorry" he apologized and promised that he would do anything to make it up to you and his son.

• To spend all his free time with you both, to have you both in his life

• but you weren't convinced, more like scared

• what if something happens, what if someone hurts your baby?

• You wouldn't survive that.

• He kissed your and Elijah head and promising to take care of both of you, that he will move the entire world just for you

• and you accepted.

• You didn't want to move right back to Netherland, so he stayed most of his time in your penthouse with you and Eli

• slowly got used to him, after you explained that Max is his father, he didn't want him to leave, ever.

• It took a lot of time to open back to him, but he always made sure that you have everything you and Eli needed.

• His family.

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I want more of Mafia!Max so send me some requests of him. 🫶 more posts here!

[queenie-avenue]

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💌 ⤻ THE CEO, ADRIAN HOUDE

—> you're the sweet little intern, and he's the big bad wolf who wants to eat you up.

⤻ reader is written as a female, yandere male, age gap, power dynamic, toxic obsession, slightly suggestive, slight financial abuse, set in london, this is a drabble but full fics of him will be made in the future

🦋 ⤻ archives.

TOP TEN BACHELORS NEAR YOU!

1. Adrian Houde.

Tall, Handsome, Rich, Successful, Ambitious. Ask anyone with more than half a braincell and they will immediately tell you that all these traits are what Adrian Houde has! Born from the rich Houde Family known for their luxury fashion products, he had risen the ranks as CEO of his family's company a few years back.

And boy oh boy, has he made himself known. From various (fake) scandals of him dating various women, to his success in the market in revolutionising his family's industry in fast fashion but still remaining loyal to his grandmother's routes as a custom tailor who first gained traction in France.

Perhaps Mister Houde's only flaw is that he has been on this bachelor list for far too long! He's already in his mid-30s, can you believe this guy has been single for so long?

So, to the lady who catches his eye, good luck surviving all the jealous women who are going to come after you, sweetheart!

✧ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ✧

Adrian Houde is a proud man. I mean, who wouldn't be, right? He was successful, and rich, and practically everyone — regardless of gender or age — wanted to be with him or be like him. He was the pinnacle of a great man, just like his father had said he would be.

So why was it that when you entered the office, looking like a lost little puppy dog, that you captured his interest immediately. Perhaps it was the coffee stains on your skirt and the way your eyes sparkled with desire for greatness. He had seen that spark many times before. In his own eyes, actually. From the moment he saw himself in the mirror as a teen who became aware of the legacy on his shoulders, he knew he was bound for greatness. And you, a simple woman, of all people, carried that same determination and ambition within those cute eyes of yours.

You couldn't blame him for being intrigued by you.

Especially when you looked at him with so much fear in your eyes he couldn't help but laugh.

"I am so sorry, sir- I had no idea anyone was in the meeting room this early." You apologised frantically, holding a bunch of papers and a small, slightly shabby notebook.

"No, no." Adrian voice was smooth and sweet, a mixture of his French accent and his London boy accent he had gotten from the years of being raised in London. "Don't apologise. I was a bit too early to the meeting room, it seems." He said, taking his hands out of the pockets of his suits, raising out his hand towards you.

"Adrian Houde." He introduced out of courtesy.

Hurriedly, you rushed to take his hand, firmly shaking it like you had been taught.

You touch sent shivers down his spine. Was it because your hands were cold or was it something else about you?

Either way, he liked it.

"[y/n] [l/n], sir. It's a pleasure to meet you." You smiled at him, that glow from your eyes never fading.

"[y/n] [l/n]," he repeated, allowing the syllables to roll down his tongue like something falling down the stairs, bouncing. "A pretty name, for a pretty girl." He chuckled cooly as he pulled his hand away.

"I've never seen you before, Miss [y/n]. Are you new?" He inquired.

"Ah, I'm an intern. I just- uh, got posted here recently." You smiled. "I'm a fashion design major."

He couldn't help but be a bit disappointed by that. You were a fashion design major, which meant that you and him would probably not see each other often unless he kept paying visits to the fashion department.

"Wonderful. It's nice to see such wonderful young minds in my company." The older man said as he adjusted the cuffs of his suit with a relaxed grin. "I just know you'll do great in this company."

That blush on your cheeks after he complimented you drove him crazy.

That was how your first meeting concluded.

✧ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ✧

You were so intriguing that Adrian just couldn't keep his mind off you. The moment he returned to his office, he called up his secretary and immediately requested for your file.

When he got it, he couldn't help but obsess over it. Your portfolio was so perfect. From all your university extracurriculars to all your little quirks that the intreviewers had noted down, they were all there for him to overanalyse and understand. Your designs, he had to say, surpassed his grandmother's when she first started out the business.

His fingers traced past all the small details of the sketches of the dresses and suits you made and he wondered what you would look like as a model. Sure, you were the artist, but what if you were a muse?

He couldn't help but imagine you draped in fabrics, nothing else underneath.

He shook his head out of it.

Where was all this coming from? He was a gentleman, his grandmother had taught him to be one.

Brushing those thoughts aside, he went back to admiring your work with a smile.

Indeed, you were an asset he couldn't lose.

✧ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ✧

Afterwards, he invested a lot of time into you. He would always drop by to the studio to talk to the head fashion designers then he would come find you, especially during your break where no one else would see you.

He disliked seeing you with others, terrified that someone else might steal his skilled intern away. No, he couldn't let any business rivals take you away from him.

Or at least, that was his justification.

Adrian would always watch you sketch your dresses behind you till you noticed and promptly let out a yelp. He enjoyed that fear in your eyes but what he enjoyed even more was the constant ambition sparkling in your pupils.

Right, you were his intern and his future designer. It was normal for him to be so invested in your growth.

After all, he was a gentleman. His grandmother had emphasised him to be in all his teachings, so this wasn't wrong. He wasn't preying on the cute intern because he wanted her. No, no, he was being a good boss by observing your actions and your growth.

Another defense as to why he began to nick your drawing pens away.

He would always replace them by gifting you more expensive pen though, a gift for you "allowing" him to have a close-up of the materials you use.

Plus, his future designer deserved the best.

You were his, after all.

"You lost another pen? No worries, I can gift you this one. Hm? Don't worry about it. Think of this as... an investment on your career."

[starks-hero]

what a lovely inconvenience

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Summary: Sherlock Holmes pushes your buttons like no one else. So when a case leaves you stranded in a hotel room with only one bed you worry that Scotland Yard might have a new murder case on their hands.

Word Count: 1.0k

authors note: Writing a different dynamic between Sherlock and the Reader for a change to acknowledge the fact that irl I wouldn't be able to spend more than ten minutes with him before attempting murder.

“Would you please just go to sleep.”

“If you quit taking up half of the bloody mattress maybe I would,” you bit back, pulling at the covers defiantly.

It wasn't often Sherlock left London for a case but when he did he rarely went alone. And given how you were currently sharing a bed with said detective in an oh-so-unflattering hotel in rural Scotland it would seem apparent that you were the unfortunate soul he'd chosen as a sidekick for this particular outing.

The hotel was dull, exceedingly so. The wallpaper seemed ancient, peeling away at the corners and the aged furniture was placed in such a way that it swallowed up the dismal amount of space the room already offered. The entire setup was worsened further by the hotel's location; unpleasantly sandwiched between a bar and a flat complex whose tenants were... vocal, to say the least.

Not to mention the fact that Sherlock wouldn't. stop. moving.

He pulled the cover back harshly, leaving you defenseless against the cold. “Bold words coming from the one that hasn't gifted me with so much as an inch of blanket. Not to mention you've hogged all the pillows.”

“Hogged all the–” you swiveled to face him. “How many pillows do you need?”

“Another one.”

You blinked twice, already calculating how long you'd spend behind bars if you resorted to murder. “Why? Can't fit your ego on the one you've already got?”

At that, Sherlock turned so you were face to face. His glower contended with your own.

“If you must know I need another to block out the sound of your insufferable talking.”

“I can't deal with this.” You tossed back the covers, begrudgingly snatching up a pillow and thin bed sheet, and strode across the room. Sherlock watched as you sprawled out on the sofa, sinking so far into the poorly made furniture it was almost comedic.

There was a beat of quiet. Then another.

“If you're waiting for me to apologize or rush to trade places you'll be waiting all night.”

"I'm sure I'll survive.” you quipped bitterly.

Sherlock, as he'd promised, didn't argue. He grabbed the spare pillow somewhat victoriously, bundled the covers around him, and turned on his side.

Meanwhile, you were already struggling not to admit defeat. Metal springs dug into your back in three separate places, the fabric caused your skin to itch and it was beyond freezing without the bed cover. You would never have described yourself as a particularly proud person, you could admit when you were wrong. But when it came to Sherlock, you'd rather stay on the couch.

Time crawled by agonizingly slow. The red italic numbers of the alarm clock across the room shone through the dark almost mockingly. You'd given up on sleep, the moment the first light of morning seeped through the poorly hung curtains you were out of there. You'd take sitting in the dingey hotel reception alone and tired over watching Sherlock waking up satisfied with his extra cushions and soft mattress as his spoils of war.

“You look ridiculously uncomfortable,” the detective's voice cut through the quiet of the room.

You pulled your excuse of a blanket over your head. “I'm fine.”

You heard Sherlock sigh, followed by the shifting of the mattress. “I can see you trembling from here.”

“I'm sure I'll soldier on through.”

“If it was a point you were trying to get across then consider it made. Now, will you please just get over here and get some sleep before the sun comes up.”

At the offer, you reemerged from your makeshift cocoon like an easily bribed butterfly. “Relax Holmes, if you wanted me in bed that bad you should have just said so.” You spoke the words into your pillow, slurred from exhaustion and dripping with sarcasm.

Regardless, Sherlock was thankful of how well the darkened room hid his blush. He cleared his throat and turned back on his side. He'd been doing an admirable job at keeping whatever it was he felt about you to himself and he wasn't about to undergo the embarrassment of having you find out simply because he spent more than twelve hours in your vicinity.

Briefly noting to never be the bigger person again, Sherlock closed his eyes and prepared to leave you to your self-inflicted misery. Then he heard feet padding across the floor.

The covers pulled back and the mattress dipped as you silently joined him. You stretched out and sighed in relief when the mattress pressed softly against your aching muscles rather than biting into your back. You pulled experimentally at the covers and Sherlock let you gain an inch. But only that.

“Was that so hard?” He asked.

“Extremely.”

Turning over as quietly as he could, Sherlock noted how your back was to him, how the plane of spare mattress between you was so wide you could easily fit another couple there. How you almost hung from the side of the bed. Sherlock wouldn't have called what he felt in that moment guilt, but it was very similar.

“You know, if it truly makes you uncomfortable I can sleep on the sofa for the night.” His offer was genuine and he hoped you picked up on it.

There was a long moment of quiet, Sherlock giving in to the fact that you'd probably fallen into sleep the moment your head hit the pillow.

“I was kidding, you know.” Your voice came as a surprise. “It's more of a hindrance than anything, sharing a bed with someone that kicks in their sleep."

Sherlock smiled in the dark. “Not as much a hindrance as sharing one with a degenerate blanket stealer.”

There was an unfamiliar tone to his voice, one that, had you not been two blinks from sleep, you would have mistaken for humourous.

“You know, you're kind of endearing when you're sleep deprived,” you thought, too tired to have realized you'd said the words aloud.

“Funny,” Sherlock watched as you turned on your side and rolled towards the middle of the bed. Your nose twitched adorably and with the security the dark offered, Sherlock let himself smile over it. “I was just about to say the same thing to you.”

He was certain you were gone now, chest falling rhythmically and lips parting to make way for quiet snores. He didn't blame you, your alarm had woken you early this morning.

You didn't know he'd noticed, of course, just as you didn't know how he noticed many little things about you. Not things of importance, nothing essential he would have to file away in his mind palace. Just simple everyday things that were unmistakably you. Things he recalled not because he needed to but because he wanted to.

There was something about you, Sherlock simply couldn't shake it. But that was a dilemma he needed at least a good night's rest to solve.

He closed his eyes, not so much as complaining when you stole the covers in your sleep.

thank you for reading!

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[whispersfrom221b]

John: So, to summarise it: You organised for me to get abducted and fabricated an absurd scheme to rescue me, including a mad chase across the roofs of London and nearly getting both of us killed, just because you forgot about my birthday and didn't buy me a present.

Sherlock: Yes. I hoped that it would distract you from your birthday and you wouldn't notice that I'd forgotten it.

John: You know you could have taken me to dinner. Or bought something on your three hours of being out and about scheming. Or whatever.

Sherlock: Now that you said it, I agree. That might have been adequate alternatives.

John: Sometimes I wonder why I don't move out and live a peaceful and quiet life.

Sherlock: You'd be bored.

John: sighs Unfortunately, you're right. I just hope we'll survive it when you forget our anniversary.

[thejournalisttintin]

I am also doing a few drawings of canon Tintin characters. But with schoolwork and stuff, I only have so little time…! 😩

First things first, here is my boy Chang!

I wasn’t sure how I would go about drawing him, since it’s been so long since I’ve drawn him.

Thanks to a post that @professorcalculusstanaccount made before on how to draw Chang, I was able to try my hand at drawing him. But with this one, I added my own drawing style.

So here he is!

And with a drawing, there will also be headcanons!

Headcanons for my interpretation of Chang:

After the events of Tintin in Tibet, Chang had stayed with Tintin and Haddock for a while before he eventually made the trip to London to visit his uncle. He took a train instead of a plane, as he had developed some trauma from having survived the plane crash in the Himalayas.

Several years later, Chang went to college in Bristol, where he took classes in classic English literature and world history, as well as art history.

He also took photography, as he’s always wanted to do something along the lines of Tintin’s work.

During his first semester, he befriended Hanna(my Tintin OC), who was in his art history class.

The two hit it off pretty well as friends, since Hanna thought Chang was very sweet. She was also the first person whom he opened up to about surviving alone in the Himalayas.

When Hanna told Chang about her desire to go into acting and singing, Chang thought she had a very solid goal in mind.

Chang learned much of his photography from Hanna's sister Maxine, who showed him how to operate a camera. She even showed him how to take action shots.

After some time, Hanna and Chang's friendship bloomed into a romance. They dated for about a year or so, with Chang keeping a few photo records of their time together.

Chang would frequently visit Tintin and Haddock in Brussels for about or week or two as part of a cultural exchange.

During the weeks in which he visited, Tintin began to develop a crush on Chang. Any time he visited, his feelings toward him became more obvious.

At some point, Hanna had caught on when she and Maxine were invited to Brussels, as well as Chang.

She knew Tintin often got flustered whenever Chang visited him, so she pulled him aside and told him about it. She wanted him to feel comfier with someone he truly felt happy with.

So Hanna and Chang made the decision to silently break up. Chang was worried Hanna wouldn't be able to move on, but she assured him everything would be okay.

So these are just my headcanons for Chang within my Tintin story interpretation. I might also do a fanstory about Chang visiting Tintin. Because I plan to include him in some of my future stories 😁

But this will be written, as my best strength is writing fanfics, lol...

Stay tuned for more characters and OCs to come!

[conkers-thecosy]

Hullo! 💛 I know it was a few weeks ago since I posted my fic rec list, but here's the promised compilation of unfinished WIPs that I'd like to recommend, at last! Do give them a look, they're all wonderful! ~ "The Veiled King" by MiraHerondale Bilbo has lost his memory after getting knocked out in Ravenhill, and is found by Thranduil. He’s taken to Mirkwood, unconscious still, to be treated. Upon waking, he discovers he has no memories of the previous year.

Unaware of this development, Thorin and his heirs lie recovering from their wounds and confined to bed rest. Free of the gold madness, the King orders them to search for Bilbo, as the brave burglar is still counted among the many who have disappeared during the fight. Despite this, they find no trace of Bilbo before a terrible snowstorm forces them to abandon their task and accept what they believe to be the hobbit's fate.

The King Under the Mountain mourns and, in the meantime, Bilbo sleeps.

~

"Ambassador To Madness" by @sunnyrosewritesstuff All Bilbo wanted was to be an ambassador to one of the richest kingdoms in Middle Earth. Upon meeting its prince, his opinion is greatly lessened. However, Bilbo still finds himself agreeing to play the part of his consort to help free Erebor from the gold mad Thror. Turns out, Thror may not be as blind as his grandson thinks, and intends to use Bilbo to get rid of Thorin once and for all. ~ "Sleep Alone; Start All Over" by vicious_summer Bilbo had a sudden, cheerful realization. “Oh, my, this must mean you’ve already dealt with the problem of the dragon without me!”

Bofur frowned. “Bilbo, no–”

“Sorry, you haven’t dealt with the dragon?”

Or: the Consort of Erebor loses about seven years of memory. ~ "Golden Hearts Bleed Faster" by @lordoftherazzles Bilbo Baggins, Prince of the Shire, has been left with a kingdom on his back and a ring in his hand after the unexpected death of his parents. Bodyguard Thorin Oakenshield has been brought in to see to the prince’s safety, and do a little investigating of his own on the matter in hopes of coming face to face with the one who turned his mountain, and his life, upside down some years prior. ~ "The Great Ereborian Doily Conspiracy" by @lauramkaye Thorin has always been happy to see Bilbo adopt dwarfish ways, until it is pointed out to him that Bilbo, not actually being a dwarf, might be happier in their marriage if Thorin were to make a bit of effort to adopt some hobbitish ways in turn.

Naturally, Thorin goes about this in a sensible and moderate manner. ~ "Dragonfly" by @edwardallenpoe Snippets of Thorin and Bilbo's life, learning to Heal, learning to Grow, Learning to Trust, and learning to Love, from when they survive, to the beginning of the rest of their lives.

Or; They both love each other and are afraid to tell the other, their plans? To tell everyone else they're together while the other has no idea. ~ "Sparks & Gardens" by @fantasyinallforms Bilbo grew up well-to-do in the peaceful countryside of the shire. Three years after his mother's passing, his father decides to move to London to take up an affluent teaching job at the British museum. Bilbo tries to make the best of his new surroundings and crosses paths with a surly blacksmith named Thorin Oakenshield. Bilbo finds Thorin to be an enigma, and Thorin finds Bilbo to be naive. Soon they will learn that Thorin's mistrust of the elite is based on experiences that lead to his dark past, and Bilbo is not as naive to the evils of the world as he may seem. ~ "Of Cold Hearts" by @domesticgoddesswriter Thorin was at a loss. He was a monster slayer. A killer of all evil creatures who prey on humanity. Including vampires. Especially vampires. He hated vampires. He wouldn't be content until he eradicated every last one of the foul beings.

So what in Mahal's name was he doing sitting here in a dusty armchair next to a cold hearth drinking tea (of all things!) with a (admittedly rather cute) vampire. The same vampire that he came to this old castle to kill. ~ Next time I'll do "canon-verse; all time favourites" Feel free to add your recommendations too, I'm always on the look out for new fic to read! 💛

[justrainandcoffee]

The sun always rises again (Farrier x fem!oc) Part I

Dunkirk

Farrier Masterlist

Summary: Farrier is in Sussex visiting his grandmother who is sadly dying. In a local pub, he and his best friend, Collins, met Marguerite in not the best circumstances. What started as a nice gesture quickly became in an inevitable attraction. || Collins plays his best cards trying to persuade his best friend to do something about the girl that he clearly likes and, maybe, he succeeds.

Warnings: Misogyny, sexual harassment. Mentions of war. Fluff. || Collins is the MVP.

Words: 3k.

1932

Marguerite Sarah Lewis was born in 1910 in London but when she was four years old, her mother and older brother moved to Sussex. Although French, her mother met her husband there and for the woman it was a special place.

1914 meant the beginning of one of the greatest wars that Earth faced until that point of the history and Mr. Lewis answered the called. And that's why Elise Lewis, the wife, took her kids and went there. The sea, the view, allowed the woman to imagine that one day soon she was going to see him back.

But that day never came. Nor in 1914 nor the next four years. In 1918, Marguerite was eight years already and his brother twelve. Both of them old enough to understand that their father was never coming back. Yet, Mrs. Lewis stayed there waiting for a ship that didn't exist.

Theodore Lewis jr, her brother, moved again to London when he was old enough to do it but she remained there in Sussex where she was still studying.

Her mother died when she was 19, in 1929. Maggie always knew that the poor woman never accepted her husband's fate. And now that she was older understood a bit better what she was feeling. Probably if Mr. Lewis had survived the war, then his wife wouldn't have died at the age of 43. But that was something that the Lewis siblings will never know.

The only thing that Maggie knew now was that she was the owner of her own destiny and needed to live in that world called adulthood.

She found a job in a local library first, where she worked for two years until she started to work as waitress in a new pub. The salary was higher and the tips were all for her.

In 1932, when she was 22, her life changed completely when she met him.

The pub was crowded as always. Men going there to relax after work was something that happened every day. It was full of loud men, laughing, chatting and making jokes while they were drinking beer.

Among them, two friends were having a conversation too. Their blue uniforms indicated that they were soldiers probably out of duty for a while. One had blond hair and the other brown shorter than the first one.

"Hope your grandmother can get well soon, Farrier."

"I don't think so. Until this point we're expecting the inevitable, but at least I'm here to be with her. Thanks for coming with me, by the way."

The blond, Collins, smiled "That's what friends do, Will."

Farrier nodded raising his pint of beer. "How's Sally?"

"It didn't work. But there's plenty of women in this world."

"And if men keep creating unnecessary wars soon the planet will be just populated by women. And humanity will be doom."

"Humanity is already doomed. But, if that's the case, then better I hurry up to get one before my death. And you should do the same."

Farrier shook his head "I don't have time for that. I always promised myself to be a good husband and father, not like my old man. If I get a girl, then it has to be for life."

"Sometimes you took life too seriously, William. Go Farrier, fuck some girls and you'll be fine."

William Farrier just hummed.

Collins decided to changed the subject and both men started talking about the new pilots that both of them were training. Young but smart men, ready to fight if the country needed it. Although both of them really hoped that it would never be necessary.

Maggie was praying in silence for the end of her shift. Sadly, she was used to men being rude and sometimes puting their hands on her body, but this time one in particular was crossing the line and she was quite uncomfortable. His friends were more drunk than he was and the only thing they managed to do was to encourage him to be nastier.

"Hey, doll, bring your pretty ass here, sweetheart! My mates and me want more beer. And unbutton your dress a bit more, love! Those two precious tits of yours want to know me."

The four of them of laughed so hard that Farrier and Collins that until that moment weren't paying attention at all, looked at them and both exchanged glances then.

Maggie looked at her both co-workers and friends, who same as her knew the consequences of working in that kind of jobs. They were young women in 1930s there wasn't much they could do there. Maggie just breathe and walked to them carrying a new tray and left it on the table but she wasn't quick enough and the man grabbed her by the waist and sit them on his lap, against her will.

"I have to go," she said trying to get up "I have work to do."

"Pretty sure your friends can cover you, love."

"No, they can't."

"Come on, sweetheart. I saw you looking at me. Let's have fun."

"I said no."

"She said no," mocked him, smirking at his friends who laughed again. "The little bitch, said no."

"She said no."

This time it was a deeper voice and the man in question turned around to see both pilots behind him. His friends looked down and pretended to be drinking their beers. The man let her go.

"We're just having fun."

"Get your ass out of here. Now."

He thought for a moment about starting a fight with them. He and his friends were four and the strangers were just two, but something in them make him reconsider his options. The blond was taller than him and the other seemed to be stronger. Not to mention that they were trained men. The group just recoiled and without further words, they left the place.

"Are you okay?" Farrier asked to Maggie.

"Yes. Thanks, sir. And you too," she said looking at Collins as well. "Usually I know people here, but those were new."

"Probably they won't come back."

"I hope not. You're new too."

"Temporary living here," Farrier commented. "My grandmother is sick and I'm just saying goodbye."

"That's sad, I'm sorry."

"Thanks, miss…"

"Marguerite Lewis."

"William Farrier, miss Lewis," the man said kissing her hand.

At their side, Collins was smiling and was waiting for the perfect to start teasing his best friend.

The days that followed, Farrier visited the pub every night. Sometimes with his friend, sometimes alone.

There was something in Marguerite that Farrier found fascinating. She had a pretty smile and his brown eyes and dark red hair made her even prettier. He had the chance to speak to her and discovered a good young woman. Maggie loved to read same way she loved yo bake. Once, she offered him one of her cookies and Farrier could testify that they were indded delicious. And even without knowing everything about him, she sent flowers to his grandmother's funeral when she knew about the sad news. Something that Farrier took as signal that she was really a good person.

They even spent a morning in the beach, talking and walking by the seashore. Her reddish hair shone in the sun and William wondered if the hair was really as soft as it looked. Or if her lips were.

"I used to play here a lot when I was a kid," she said unaware of his thoughts, "despite everything, I had a good childhood."

"Despite everything?"

"My father died in the Great War. I don't really remember him, I just know him because of the photo my mother kept."

"I'm sorry, Marguerite. That sounds sad."

"It was for my mother and maybe my older, he remembers him a bit more. You can't really miss someone you don't remember, right?"

"I guess. But still is a sad situation. No kid should grow up without a father."

"And yet…" Maggie looked at him and smiled softly "but it doesn't matter. That was long ago."

Not long ago for Farrier's liking. He was also a kid back then, but he remembered his mother talking about the mutilated soldiers she saw in the hospital were she worked as nurse. And the sadness in her eyes when years later her son told her that he was now part of the air force. But she never opposed to his decision.

"Do you like the sea, Mr. Farrier? I guess watching it from the skies is quite an experience."

"I do like the sea, yes. And it is, it's big and infinite. Indescribable."

Maggie looked at him for a moment and saw him lost in the memories of an experience she was never going to feel.

"Do you want to tell me about it?" she asked. So he told her about the sky, the clouds, the cold air in his face. The feeling of parachute jumping.

His life, Maggie thought, it was extraordinary and there was no way that a man like him could find interesting the life of a town girl whose more fascinating experience of the week was to find a pound in the street. Or that beautiful ring that found one day walking through the beach. And yet, Farrier was ready to hear about her same way she was about him.

.

"You like her," Collins finally said at the end of their second week there, "I highly recommend you to do something because someone else can take advantage of your slowness."

"Like you?"

"I'd never do that to you. I know I'm more handsome but she's with you. I heard that there's a place where you can eat and dance nearby, invite her to go with you, William. I don't think she refuses the invitation considering how she looks at you."

Collins was right.

Maggie couldn't deny that she was captivated by the pilot from almost the beginning. He was handsome, attentive and a gentleman. William was the kind of man that her mother said she needed to find but that until the moment she knew him, she thought didn't exist.

Danny, one of her co-workers and friends, borrowed her one her dresses. Danielle's sister worked in a textile mill and she usually gave her sister clothes that the factory rejected despite their impeccable condition. The dark green dress that Maggie was wearing that night

So of course she said yes.

.

Danny, one of her co-workers and friends, borrowed Maggie one her dresses. Danielle's sister worked in a textile mill and she usually gave her sister clothes that the factory rejected despite their impeccable condition. The dark green dress that Maggie was wearing that night was one of those. Marguerite also allowed her friend to do her makeup.

"He's so handsome," Danny commented, smiling at her "and you're very lucky, Mags."

"Do you think I have a chance? I really like him."

"I think, you are the luckiest girl in whole Sussex."

Marguerite smiled. Never before a man paid attention to her the way Farrier did those days there. Sure she flirted innocently with some of young men in town, and kissed some of them years ago, but never did more than that. Never felt confident enough to do it because all those boys didn't seem to be looking for a serious relationship. But William wasn't a boy, he was a man and he acted like one.

Maggie looked at her in the mirror, when Danny finished her job, and smiled. The final result was better than she imagined.

Collins didn't tell Farrier who was the owner of the car that was parked in front of the house that belonged to William's grandmother, but somehow his friend managed to get one so he could go with Maggie to their date.

"Are you going to get in trouble for this?"

Collins snorted "please, have a bit of faith in me."

Farrier raised an eyebrow, suspiciously, but after looking at him several seconds let it go. "Okay then. Give me the car keys."

"Have fun, Romeo," Collins said throwing the keys at him.

.

Maggie didn't expect to have a good night like that one, although she dreamt about it. Feeling a happiness that didn't know it was possible to feel and her heart pounding by just looking at him. For a moment she felt stupid smiling at him almost all the time but she couldn't help it. Dinner was delicious and they spent the time to know each other a bit more. She even let him take her hands in his.

Maggie knew French because her mother used to talk in her native tongue in the house. Farrier asked her to taught him the language, if she wanted, because in his own words "you will never know when you're going to need it."

"But for that, you need to stay here, William, I can't teach you from the distance."

"Maybe I found a reason to stay," he answered. And for someone who, as his best friend claimed, took life too seriously felt as a personal achievement that flirty but also true line.

Dancing with William was lovely. Several other couples were doing the same with their partners while a singer sang and the orchestra accompanied her beautiful voice.

Maggie had her head resting on his shoulder and his hand was on her waist. Farrier could feel her perfume invading his nostrils. It was sweet with a delicate aroma of roses.

Your slowness.

Collins' words resounded in Farrier head. Fucking Collins. Who was he calling slow? His hand left her waist carresed her cheek. Both pair of eyes stared at each other before he leaned towards her a press his lips against hers.

Maggie put her hands on his chest and let him guide her. Despite his appearance, at least with her in that moment, Farrier it was gentle. When they pulled apart, he caressed her hair.

"I like you," Farrier confessed.

"I like you, too, Will."

And to confirm those words, they kissed again.

.

Farrier had only two weeks left before returning to work and he spent every moment with her. Even if she was working, William was there. He became part of the landscape of that pub and everyone there, even the owner, know who he was now. And when she wasn't working, they were in the beach or in her house.

The last night, she let him enter in her bed for the first time. He was her first time and Farrier, if that was possible, fall in love with her even more.

"I'll be back soon," he promised her while she was in his arms and she was holding her against his body.

"I'll be waiting for you."

William kissed her again and Maggie knew, no matter what would happen in the future, that he was the most correct decision she ever took in her whole life.

The months they spent separated, they communicate through letters and some calls when they had the chance to use a phone. Collins attributed his friend's new behaviour to him and in part, he was right.

Of course William returned to Sussex, this time alone, and he did with a ring in his pocket. The same night they saw eachother again, he asked her to be his wife and feeling a happiness that it was hard to describe, Maggie accepted his proposal.

Farrier sold her grandmother's house and the one his own old flat and moved to Sussex with her.

Marguerite Lewis became Marguerite Farrier just weeks later. The wedding in the church in that town was a celebration for the people living there, her brother that went from London to there and, of course, Collins.

His life those first years there were the happiest that Farrier could remember. His wife gave him two beautiful kids that he swore to protect with his life, same as her.

"One day I'm going to be a pilot like you, papa," his firstborn called Edward, said.

"Will you?"

"Yeah. Flying the skies in my own plane!" the boy exclaimed opening his arms and running around him simulating he was indeed flying. William caught his son and lifted him in the air and Edward started to laugh, still with his arms wide open like plane.

From the kitchen window where she was cooking, Maggie couldn't help but smile looking at them with pure love. Once, Farrier commented her that he always promised himself to be a good husband and father and it was clear now that he was fulfilling that promise.

While Ed stayed outside playing with his toys and their little girl, Clara, was sleeping on the couch, William went to where his wife was.

Marguerite smiled when she felt his strong arms around her and his lips on her neck.

"It smells delicious, Maggie."

"Thanks, honey. It will be ready in no time."

William placed a new kiss on her skin before opening the cupboard to search the plates and cutlery.

Life was good for the Farriers in that little corner of the world.

Sadly, it was already 1938.

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PART 2

[schneiderenjoyer]

My Descent Into Madness About Unilogs

This is more of a full blown conspiracy theory than a theoretical analysis of information, keep that in mind.

So, as always, this will be VERY long and ramble-y so take your time reading!

I left off in my discussion about The Wheel's connection to the Storm and it being the possible key to how it all works without really explaining it. This is why.

The Wheel doesn't just have the ability to create fog that repels the Storm within the suitcase, but also has the ability to summon arcanists.

Through a two dimensional golden thread weaved onto the spindle, it can't be felt tangibly and it doesn't seem to truly "exist" in that realm. But with enough of these "nonexistent lines" can Vertin call out to an arcanist and bring them there.

Specifically any arcanist of any timeline. Regardless of if they've ever been reverse into that era yet.

As well as the implication of summoning an arcanist not just from their timeline, but from another universe's timeline.

Now, I'm about to pitch you the conspiracy theory part of the essay, so entertain my insane ramblings for a bit because this is gonna be one of my hottest takes known to man.

Sonetto didn't survive the Storm in the prologue.

Here's my reason why I consider this a possibility:

We barely knew Sonetto's personality in the prologue, so it'd be easy to do this switch compared to doing it at a later date. But what we can glean from pre-1966 Storm and post-1966 Storm Sonetto is her immediate tonal shift.

Sonetto before the Storm is far more subdued with her way of speaking with Vertin. Professional and could even be considered more polite.

We can chalk this up as her being on Work Mode and with the Storm's arrival approaching, it's far more important to get the task done than her relaxing her mood.

So, let's think about why I think it's not possible for her to make it back to the Foundation on time. In the prologue, we see them discuss a new form of teleportation device still being improved by LaPlace.

It's a means to have a better way to teleport a large group of people from a much farther distance.

With this in mind, it's important that they have the disks to immediately evacuate because it'll take longer to get back to the safety of the Foundation. But they used all three of it. One to summon Vertin.

One to intercept the enemies.

And one-

Was used by Regulus to escape.

And with that time, they only hade 45 minutes left before the Storm hits. Sonetto instructed her squad to go back ahead, leaving her to go with Vertin to investigate.

Even if we're absolutely generous in stating she can get far with using consistent fast travel arcane spells to move her to safety, how much time did she have?

Not enough. Not even the best teleportation spell can get her back in time assuming the nearest London branch is just a subdivision away.

Speaking of teleportation spell, we can even use one of the teleportation spells as a reference. Aferoj Around.

It's one Sonetto suggested Vertin used to summon her, but immediately dismisses it as a possibility. It could be because of the fact that the range wouldn't make sense assuming that Sonetto's been summoned from the main headquarters all the way to where Vertin is. So even an advanced arcane skill like that can't just summon someone in that great amount of distance.

While it's also should be taken into account that with the reverse having send them from 1966 England all the way to 1929 America, it's still an impossibility if they were to still be within London. Because if that kind of spell is so easily executed consistently, then they wouldn't be developing the Teleport disk. It's an advanced skill for a reason and even that has limitations. So other less taxing teleport skill wouldn't have the distance needed to get Sonetto back in time.

Which brings us to post-1966 Storm Sonetto and the wild implication of her summoning. For one, her reaction is far more brighter and excited, familiar even. Much more like the puppy we consider her to be now. It can also interpreted as shock, but the demeanor compared to post-1966 Storm Sonetto at least has a slightly noticeable difference.

One of the biggest difference though, is this:

Madam Z somehow knew about what Vertin's doing and has instructed Sonetto specifically to seek her out.

If we can believe in Vertin's words here, she's never told anyone about this. Not even Madam Z. So to boldly be told that they knew all along is a strange difference that even took Vertin off guard.

Why this is important is to ask you this. Just how much can you tell if someone is replaced with another version of themself? We're all lead to believe that those differences are drastic, but alternate universes doesn't have to be full blown change. It can be as simple as putting on your right sock first rather than the left that day.

Which is why it'd be so cruel and so sneaky to actually have done this switch in the first place. Because we don't know Sonetto enough to have noticed the change. And Vertin doesn't know her enough either after 4 years of not really being that close to her.

And how can I say this could be possible without a little bit more evidence to entertain it? Well, Chapter 5 is the reason I'm making this theory in the first place. And that's because of one person.

Diggers.

This man. THIS MAN.

Canonically fukin joins the Manus. This manfailure is the sole reason, aside from one more reason but i'll get into later, why I thought about this possibility.

Because you can say that maybe after this event in the island he'll just defect to Vertin's team later after suffering the injustice of the arts or whatever, but I like to point back to one of the listed descriptions of Unilog's capabilities.

It can sometimes change the fates of people. So what I'm suggesting is that the Diggers we end up recruiting isn't the same Diggers, but an alternate universe one who didn't join the Manus as he was literally ripped from his timeline to join Vertin's instead.

This could explain many more of the characters in the roster being from timelines far into the past or even far into the future like John Titor. Heck, it explains dead people like Click and Poltergeist being there when they're supposed to be dead. Because summoning them through The Wheel has the potential to change their fate.

So yes, you can also argue that means Vertin did end up saving Sonetto from reversing and they actually do have their timeline's Sonetto still, but there's still the possibility that she's just another universe's Sonetto. She's both this timeline's Sonetto and not at the same time.

Schrodinger's Sonetto. (Note that this isn't the accurate use of Schrodinger's cat logic, it's mainly a joke)

Which now leads up to 100% the ultimate reason why I wanna pitch this idea as possible and y'all already know where I'm leading up to, this is just a huge build up to one thing and one thing only.

S C H N E I D E R.

THAT'S RIGHT. IT WAS SCHNEIDER ALL ALONG. You think I wouldn't go a single damn analysis without talking about my bbygirl? You're dead wrong. If this summoning system has the damn ability to yoink people from another universe and change their fate, then the possibility of getting Schneider back is far more real. Heck, you can even pull a version of her that actually IS an arcanist like y'all I fukin swear I'm not delulu, PLEASE--

ahem.

So that's my thoughts about what could unilogs do. I know it's extremely far fetched, but I like to entertain these ideas in hopes that it might give people a lot of other theories to craft!

[queensunshinee]

I would love to see a simple blurb of Patrick and Liana on their good days! Even though I'm rooting for Art now, we can't deny that in the beginning they were cute 🥲

ohhhh yeah, when they were good they were really the best :) warnings: SMUT! 18+!, dirty talk, p in v sex, oral sex, fingering, praise.

Patrick stared at Liana as if she had fallen from the moon, and she felt her cheeks begin to burn. "Why are you looking at me like that? You were the one who told me to wear a dress!" She quickly touched her nose with her hand. "I'm going to change clothes." She rolled her eyes while he continued to remain silent and stare at her.

Slowly, Patrick's smile widened, and he entered her dorm room. His hand, which was behind his back, held a rose wrapped in clear cellophane and a bow. "You're perfect. I'm just thinking about how to survive dinner without taking off that dress." He kissed her gently on the cheek. "You clean up well yourself, Zweig," she said, unable to hide her smile. "Where are we going?" she asked, examining his unusually polished appearance. A light blue button-down and jeans. Clean shoes. Who was this guy, and what did he do to her boyfriend?

"Since I managed to surprise you? No way I'm telling you now. But we're running late, Lilo, let's go." Patrick felt mesmerized. He really felt he wouldn't survive the black dress combined with the new bangs she had cut and the bright red lipstick. Patrick helped her put on her coat and handed her bag while she locked the door.

"You can open your eyes," Patrick whispered in her ear as they stood in front of the chef's restaurant Liana had talked about on the phone with Melissa three months ago when Patrick was next to her. She had only said that the place belonged to some chef she had seen on TV, and Patrick made a mental note to reserve a spot for them. From that moment, he saved up for their meal. He did a few odd jobs between the courses his parents forced him to take and his training sessions. One of the jobs he did was delivering newspapers. He was utterly exhausted, but the look she gave him now was worth the hassle of the past few months.

"Patrick, we can't. It's too expensive here." She was in complete shock, swallowing hard as he practically dragged her to the entrance. "Happy anniversary, Lilo." He smiled at her, and before they went inside, she stopped and gave him a deep but brief kiss. "How did you know I wanted to eat here?" she asked curiously. "That's what happens when I want to know everything about you." He shrugged without looking at her, as if it was obvious. As if it was clear to everyone that he loved her enough to want to know every detail of her life.

They sat down, and he ordered the white wine she had loved since they moved to London. In general, he thought he kinda admired who she had become since they moved to London. She was so intelligent that sometimes he was embarrassed to join in the conversations she had when he was next to her, even though he knew she would never judge him. He didn't want people to think she surrounded herself with foolish people. He always made sure to go home and read a bit on Google about the topics she talked about that he didn't understand. To know more for the next time he saw one of the people she had talked to. So as not to embarrass her.

"Are you happy?" he asked when they entered his apartment, and she took off her shoes. They were both full and slightly tipsy. He felt a warmth in his stomach that didn't characterize London's winter in any way but did characterize Liana. "You know that even if we had been sitting in the pizzeria across from your apartment, I would have been happy, right?" Her smile was wide and sincere. "Let me," he murmured, seeing her struggle with the buckle of her shoe. "You don't have to—" she replied, but he was already on all fours in front of her, smiling one of his softest smiles, the gentlest ones that she knew were reserved just for her.

Patrick took off her shoe and started planting small kisses on her leg, making her bite her lip while she ran her fingers through his curls. "You're so beautiful, Lilo. Everyone in that restaurant was jealous of me." He murmured, and she felt his breath on her pussy. She knew he saw how wet she was. How much she wanted him. How she always, always wanted him. It could have been embarrassing if she didn't know he wanted her just as much.

"What do you want, Liana?" he asked, partly to tease and partly to hear her demand what he already wanted to do. "Your tongue. Please." She found herself almost trembling as his strong hand steadied her. He gave a small lick over her panties and then couldn't resist sucking on that spot with a force that made her moan and him growl.

"So wet, sweetie," he mumbled, suddenly pulling down her panties but leaving them around her legs, making it hard for her to spread. One hand held her ass, and the other stabilized her left leg while his tongue explored her from the inside. "Fuck, Pat," she managed to say through a quiet moan, struggling to breathe and talk at the same time. His skilled tongue explored every inch of her, his lips pulling and kissing while he drank every drop she released.

The hand that held her butt gripped harder. Liana was sure it would leave a mark for days, but just the thought of it could bring her to the edge, while the hand that was on her leg joined his lips, and three fingers at once made quick movements in and out. Liana couldn't control the volume of her moans anymore and almost screamed.

"Atta girl, give me everything you've got. I want the neighbors to hear when you come on my face, Liana, do it for me," he almost begged in a half-broken voice but still maintained authority while he continued to eat her out. Liana's eyes rolled back as she screamed his name, stabilizing herself by grabbing his head uncontrollably, causing him to groan almost as loudly as she did as she came on his chin.

Patrick stood up, not leaving her for a moment because he knew she was struggling to stand steadily right now. He almost dragged her to the bed, finally removing her panties and unzipping her dress. "The dress has done its job, I don't want to see it anymore," he muttered and threw it to the floor with mock defiance while undressing quickly.

"I want you so much, Liana. Fuck. I've never needed anything like I need to be inside you," he said, planting long, sloppy kisses on every part of her he could reach. His hand played with one of her nipples while giving her a moment to recover from the orgasm she had just experienced, to avoid overwhelming her senses. "Please, fuck me. Patrick. Please," she begged, and he smiled. "Not tonight," he said gently, moving her sweaty bangs from her face and seeing her eyes widen, showing disappointment. "Tonight, we're going to be one of those disgusting couples," he continued, kissing her cheek and then the other. "Tonight, I'm just going to love you. We're making love tonight. Tomorrow, we'll fuck. Okay?" he asked.

Liana was so surprised because it was uncharacteristic. Everything with Patrick was rough and blunt and almost jarring to those who didn't know him. Borderline disgusting to outsiders. He could spit in her mouth, and she would swallow it. He could slap her while his cock was down her throat. Use her holes as if she were his personal toy, and it was perfect. Sometimes it was all she wanted from him. All she never knew she wanted. She loved everything he loved. Any request that seemed excessive to someone else, Liana wanted to perform excellently. She wanted him to pet her and tell her she was a good girl because she made him feel so good. But she was sure she couldn't make Patrick feel better than he made her feel. With him, she felt seen. Complete. Like she never had before.

And suddenly, he was lying above her, full of tenderness and peace. Not wanting to fuck her but just to love her. As if they weren't the same things. "Okay," she answered him. "You're so good, Liana," he mumbled as he slid his cock all the way into her, and they both sighed, making the most desperate moans possible.

Patrick moved slowly and deeply. His gaze never left hers except for the moments he had to close his eyes, or he would come too soon. He wanted to hold on to this night. Prolong their experience as much as he could. "I love you so much," he said, feeling her clench around him. He had to stop himself from thrusting faster and harder. He wanted to be gentle with her tonight. He wanted her to know how much he appreciated her.

"I love you more," she replied, and he knew it was bullshit because there was no way anyone in the world loved someone more than Patrick loved Liana. Instead of arguing with her, he pressed his lips to hers. She clenched around him again, and he knew she was close. "Look at me, Liana," he mumbled, forcing himself and her to open their eyes.

"Fuck, Pat," she managed to say before she came. "I know, Lilo, so good. Fuck," he said and came right after her. His body weight enveloped her for a few lazy minutes during which he didn't pull out and kept planting small kisses on her shoulder, where his head rested.

"Happy anniversary, Lilo. I love you," he said, and she smiled at him, looking at the man lying next to her in bed. On the one hand, not believing they had already been together for a year, and on the other hand, feeling like they had been this way their entire lives.

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Potters Stick Together

Harry Potter x Potter!Reader

For @sweetheartlizzie07

The acrid smell of burnt wood clung to the air as I ran through the wreckage. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs, each beat echoing the screams I'd heard moments ago. My parents. Lily and James, gone. The Death Eaters and He Who Shall Not Be Named had fled. But there, nestled amongst the debris in the nursery, was a flicker of emerald green. Harry.

Just a year old, he lay unscathed in his crib, clutching a stuffed stag. Relief overwhelmed me, a fragile bubble against the crushing grief. He couldn't stay here. Not with Voldemort out there. I scooped him up, the warmth of his tiny body searing into mine. His emerald eyes, so like Mum's, blinked up at me, brimming with confusion. "Hey there, runt," I choked, my voice raspy with unshed tears. "It's okay. I've got you."

I just held him in close, gently rocking my little brother back and forth softly. He was all I had left, and I was all he had left too.

The Ministry was a whirlwind of paperwork and hushed whispers. They wanted to send him to his aunt, Petunia. The mere thought of that pinched woman raising Harry made my blood boil. No. I knew their cruelty. They’d treat him like a servant or a slave rather than a child.

So many ideas ran thru my mind but the first thing came roaring out. "I'll take him," I declared, my voice firm despite the tremor in my hands.

They were hesitant. Me? An Auror raising a child and one that barely survived the dark lord? Unconventional. But Dumbledore, with his twinkling eyes and long beard, intervened. "Minerva. It's the safest place for him." The aged headmaster reassured the other professor on my account.

So, at 18, I became a father. Our tiny flat in London became a haven for spilled milk and lullabies hummed off-key. Days were filled with nappies and first wobbly steps, while nights were spent poring over ancient tomes, learning about the magical world that had taken my parents. So many of his firsts and none of them were witnessed by our parents.

Harry thrived. His laughter, loud and infectious, chased away the shadows lingering in my heart. He had Mum's eyes and Dad's unruly hair, but he was uniquely his own. He wasn't the Chosen One, not here. To me, he was just Harry, my little brother.

He grew up surrounded by magic. I'd levitate his toys to make him giggle, or charm his milk to warm itself. But my lessons were focused on safety, on teaching him control, because the world he might inherit was a dangerous one.

One evening, as I tucked him into bed, a tiny fist gripped my finger. "What happened to Mum and Dad?" he asked, his voice hushed. My throat tightened. "They went on a big adventure, runt," I said, using the nickname I'd given him. "One day, we'll go find them, just you and me."

He squeezed my finger, his eyes mirroring the determination I felt burning within. We wouldn't forget. We wouldn't let them down. We would find a way, together, to face whatever darkness the future held. Because as long as I had Harry, a part of Mum and Dad lived on. And that, in this strange, magical world, was a powerful kind of magic all its own.

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Villain's Night, Halloween Story Event ~ Jude Jazza Story

WARNING! The story contains hardcore violence, murder and blood.

Young man in a costume: "Hey you! Can't you hear me!? ....I said trick or treat?"

Kate: ".....This is so annoying. I said I'm waiting for someone."

Young man in a costume: "If you don't give me a treat, I'll do a trick."

(This is so annoying....)

Ellis was asked by Mr. Jude to do some shopping. The town which was busy with all Halloween preparation and there were people everywhere, so I went out with Ellis to help him carry his luggage.

While I was waiting for Ellis outside the store and this young man wearing a costume approached me.

(If I leave here, I'll just get separated from Ellis...)

(If that happens, there is no point in coming here to carry the luggage...how can I get rid of this person?)

Young man in a costume: "Hey, are you ignoring me again?"

Kate: "Hey! let go....!"

He grabbed my wrist and I couldn't help but glare at him and raise my voice.

???: "Did you hook up with a man that has a very bad taste?"

Young man in costume: "Huh?"

(....This voice)

Someone pulled my shoulder with a jerk and when I look up, it was Mr. Jude.

Jude: "He looks frustrated?"

Kate: "No no....! This man was the one who got involved."

Jude: "Oh?"

Young man in a costume: "Ah.."

Mr. Jude glanced at him and it made the young man realize that he was in danger.

He let out a shriek and ran away.

Kate: "Thank you very much....for helping me."

Jude: "You were just standing here like an idiot without doing anything."

Jude: "Miss Ex-postman, you know there are fools like those wandering around here celebrating Halloween, right?"

He turns his gaze towards the buoyant streets of London, and Mr. Jude removed his hand from my shoulder.

The area he was touching was no longer warm and my gaze followed his hand as it moves away.

He is supposed to be a ruthless sadist, but sometimes, there are times like this where he makes me go crazy.

Jude: "How did you manage to survive unscathed?"

Kate: "....Well, if push comes to shove, I would have bit that man's arm and ran away."

Jude: "Wow. You're so brave."

Jude: "But...I saved you anyway, so you owe me one."

Kate: "!? I don't wanna! I don't wanna!!!"

(I'm sure he's gonna make an unreasonable demand!)

(What would you like....a candy? No, he'll reject me after labelling me a 'Halloween fool')

(Then then...)

Jude: "I'll make it easy for you so you don't have to think so hard with your little head."

Kate: "Eh....!?"

Jude: "Tonight you will not wander off anywhere. You will stay in your room at the Crown Castle."

Jude: "If you promise that, we'll call it square."

Kate: "...That's it?"

Jude: "Why? Do you want something more unreasonable?"

Kate: "No! I promise!"

Ellis: "Sorry to keep you waiting, Kate. The store was busy..."

Ellis: "Ah Jude? Are you done with your work already?"

Jude: "I wouldn't be here if that was the case."

(You had work today too? You really are a busy person, all the time....)

Now that I know how physically and mentally demanding the Crown's duties and those of the trading companies can be,

I am amazed at how he manages to turn it around with just one body.

(It doesn't really feel like he likes his job...nor a spendthrift who likes luxury)

(So why are you working non-stop....?)

In the end, Ellis only gave me the lightest item in his luggage and the three of us returned to the castle.

Victor: "Happy Halloween! How do you like this extravagant decorations? Guess who did it? Guess guess!"

Alphonse: "Oh my god, who!?"

Victor: "I knew you would all be super curious! Why should I hide, right? It was me!"

Kate: "Wow! As expected of Victor!"

Ellis: "clap clap clap~"

Jude: "......"

Kate: "Mr. Jude, you can at least give some acknowledgement..."

As soon as we approached the dining hall, we were dragged in by Mr. Alphonse, and saw that the dining hall had been decorated magnificently.

Victor is unperturbed by our reactions and smiles with satisfaction.

Victor: "Hmm, the tenderness of Ellis and Kate and Jude's unwavering chilling gaze..."

Victor: "My cursed ones and my fairy tale master are running normally today!"

Victor: "...But only while the sun is in the sky. I've already asked Alphonse though."

Victor: "Ellis. Jude. Be careful tonight, okay?"

Jude: "I don't have time for long conversations with weirdos."

Mr. Jude tried to avoid the conversation and left quickly.

Kate: "...Is there anything going on tonight?"

Alphonse: "Fufu, I guess you could call it a mysterious price that comes with the curse."

Alphonse: "Every few years, when Halloween falls on a full or new moon, a cursed one's sin is heightened."

Alphonse: "It's like a phenomenon."

Victor: "The moonflowers in the palace blooms to coincide with it."

Victor: "It's also known as 'Night of the Moonbeams'. As far as I know, it happened once before 20 years ago."

Kate: "Earlier, what did you mean by 'sins are heightened'....?"

Alphonse: "Curses have a predetermined nature, don't they?"

Alphonse: "Self-righteousness, decisiveness' for Mr. William and 'ruthlessness, arrogance, vindictiveness' for Mr. Jude..."

Alphonse: "I think that's a good interpretation for their curses and that's going to get intensified."

Kate: "Does that mean Mr. Jude will become even more ruthless and arrogant in his vengeance than he already is....?"

Victor: "You can put it like that. The cursed ones themselves will feel hard to control...."

Victor: "It is a night of danger, both for the cursed ones and those around them."

(Even those with curses are in danger....)

Alphonse: "Even so, it seems like Mr. Jude is going somewhere dangerous this evening."

Kate: "Dangerous?"

Alphonse: "Yeah, I heard about Mr. Jude's plans for tonight from Mr. Roger."

Alphonse: "Have you ever heard of an illegal form of gambling in which people kill each other, called duel gambling?"

Kate: "N-No...!"

Alphonse: "I heard that a man embezzled Mr. Jude's company's money, left and was melting it down there."

Alphonse: "The little rascal is, unfortunately, now socially dead, it seems."

Alphonse: "He is planning to clamp down on the big boys and take all the money from the gambling operation."

Alphonse: "I'm just horrified by the hints of bloody violence."

Kate: "Does he really have to go to such a dangerous place during this time....?"

Alphonse: "Why not? What a better place for a cold-blooded man who loves other people's misery and money to run amok, right?"

Alphonse: "He might accidentally overdo it and get arrested or killed, but...well, I think he'll be fine."

(Such....is not something that can happen inadvertently)

Kate: "He does all those assignments, all that work and ...he doesn't even look like he is in need of money."

Alphonse: "Isn't it because the nature of his curse included a desire for vengeance?"

Alphonse: "What has been stolen cannot be satisfied unless it is regained, and a broken promise cannot be forgiven unless it is retaliated against."

Ellis: "And....Jude needs a lot of money and people to fulfil his goal, I guess."

Kate: "What goal...?"

Ellis: "To fulfil a promise he made to someone a long time ago."

Kate: "Can he fulfil it if he has money?"

Ellis: "I think he said it was 99.9% impossible."

(W-What the....?)

(Are you living such a....busy dangerous and life-destroying life for the sake of that 0.01% chance?)

Ellis: "...Anyway, duel gambling is illegal, so no matter how he retaliate, they have no choice but to cry themselves to sleep."

Ellis: "He said he'd get more than double what he'd lost in money and that he'd be the perfect one for tonight."

Kate: "What about you, Ellis? Are you going?"

Ellis: "I'll...stay in my room for tonight, I think."

Ellis: "I don't know what's going to happen to me tonight either, so...."

Kate: "....I see..."

Victor: "...There is no one in this castle tonight normal enough to help people, Kate."

(Then Mr. Jude is alone... in a place where he could die)

Alphonse: "You look worried. Why don't you go there and have a look?"

Kate: "...No I can't. I promised to stay quiet in the castle tonight."

Alphonse: "Don't worry! As long as he doesn't find out, you haven't broken any promises."

Kate: "....Don't provoke me. A promise is a promise."

Alphonse: "Fufu, what a shame. I forgot how disciplined and serious you are."

Alphonse: "But, I'll lend you this in case you change your mind."

Alphonse: "Did you know? The gambling den says you can only enter in costume today."

He sneakily whispered and handed me a pair of cat's ears and a suspicious looking tail.

Kate: "....How do you even wear this tail....?"

Alphonse: "You can sort of figure it out just by looking at the shape, right? Where do you think it goes....?"

Kate: "T-Take it back...!"

Alphonse: "No returns."

He puts it in my pocket and walked away in a good mood.

I was too afraid to even touch it, that couldn't even put my hands in the pocket and decided to leave it there.

(I'll get rid of it when I change my clothes...)

(I made a promise to Mr. Jude. So, I want to make sure I keep it)

(But...)

I know it's unnecessary, but I can't help worrying about the strange things that happens on the 'Night of the Moonbeams'.

I was making my way to the palace gardens.

(Is this the garden? The moonflowers, though it's only in bud now....)

(It would be so beautiful if they all bloomed at once)

It's enough.....to drive anyone crazy.

???: "Oh...am I seeing a little robin wandering into the garden of the moonbeam?"

Kate: "William..."

William: "Have the flowers driven you crazy already?"

Kate: "No...I was just curious when I heard about Moonbeam night thing just a few minutes ago."

William: "You look a little too sad that curious."

Kate: "I promised Mr. Jude this morning that I would stay quiet in my room tonight. But...."

Kate: "But now that I think of it, it was as if he knew about the Night of the Moonbeams and was trying to keep me away."

Kate: "It was a promise I made to repay him back and now he's the one protecting me again...."

Kate: "I feel like I'm not giving anything back..."

William: ".....Fufu. You're a disciplined robin. By the way, Kate."

Kate: "Hm....?"

William: "Trick or treat?"

Kate: "!? Sorry, I don't have any treats."

William: "Yes, I know. I'm just said that because I wanted a good reason to play a prank."

Kate: "Eh....?"

William: "I'm feeling a bit more selfish than usual, probably because the sun is going down."

William: "Tonight, act on your desires."

Kate: "....!?"

William: "This is where Jude is heading. If you want."

My hand is drawn like a magnet to the note William holds out to me.

Kate: "Ah..wait..No William...please!"

Furthermore, my feet started moving on their own towards the gate.

(Am I realling going to...where Mr. Jude is!?)

William: "Bye bye, Kate."

William: "Hopefully, I wish you have the most sinful Halloween night ever."

.............

(Finally I made it...)

My body which is faithful to my desires, as William commanded....

I ended up at the gambling den where Mr. Jude said he was heading.

Drunk man: "Hey, little kitten, you're so cute. Come on, purr for me."

Kate: ".....Excuse me. I'm looking for someone."

The gambling den was crowded with people in Halloween costumes.

I was forced to put on only cat ears that Mr. Alphonse had forced on me to blend in with the crowd.

Apparently, it is not only an illegal dueling ring, but also a brothel.

The men were trying to shove their hands inside cages with frightened women, trying to touch and grope them.

(....A place where money is worth more than a human life....)

Sickened by the terrible sight...I look for the person who is trying to mess up this scene.

(...I have to find Mr. Jude quickly...)

(Then what?)

(It's not like I can convince him to come back home quietly)

Even though my head thinks so, my body selfishly searches for him.

(What is my desire? To find Mr. Jude?)

(How can a body be 'faithful to its desires' when I don't even know what to do....?)

(William's abilities are truly terrifying)

Kate: "Um...excuse me, has someone called Jude Jazza been here?"

Kate: "He wears a long cloak and has a scary face-----"

I asked and look around in the crowd, but can't find him....

???: "Is that Jude Jazza's girlfriend?"

.............

Jude: "Let me get this straight."

Jude: "If you accept my terms, I will at least spare your life."

Jude silently submerged the guards and entered, later crushing the jaws of two or three of the guards,

He then imposed arrogant and unreasonable conditions on to the organizers.

Organizer of the gambling den: "...Ha..Haha. First, please calm down."

Organizer of the gambling den: "Isn't it a bit arrogant of you to completely stop duel gambling and human trafficking and give you all the proceeds....?"

Organizer of the gambling den: "We only lost a few thousand pounds, right?"

Organizer of the gambling den: "Also, it's your employee's crime, not ours and we didn't tell him to."

Jude: "I hate talking about that. So are you saying you don't accept my terms....?"

The organizer gulped as he was under the glaring eyes of Jude that were sharper than a blade.

Then a man from his crew ran in and whispered something to the organizer.

The look in his eyes instantly changed to one of triumph.

Organizer of the gambling den: "---Ha. Well well well. It seems you have a visitor."

Jude: "...Visitor?"

A large man entered and dragged Kate's limp unconscious body.

Jude: "...Ah?"

Organizer of the gambling den: "They said she was wandering around looking for you. Looks like you have a loving girlfriend?"

Organizer of the gambling den: "So? If you withdraw your previous conditions, I will return this woman to you untouched."

Organizer of the gambling den: "Hm? There's something inside her pocket...Ah! Oh my."

Big man: "Haha...To also bring this along with you...such a lecherous little girl."

Big man: "----Ha?"

For a moment, the man's eyes blink, as if he doesn't know what had just happened.

As he looked down, Kate's body fell to the floor with a thud, along with his arm that was holding her.

Big man: "Ah..ARGGHHHH!?"

Jude: "Looks like you want to break the promise."

Jude: "I'll keep this boss monkey alive, for a while. He's got a lot of talking to do."

Jude: "Everyone else. Die."

............

Kate: "Nn.....Mm...."

When my consciousness returned, the first thing I heard were moans and sobs.

(Umm...I don't know what happened to me...I recall, someone approached me and...)

Kate: "....!?"

As soon as I sat up, my breathing stopped at the gruesome sight that unfolded before me.

All I can see was red. The floor and walls are stained with blood.

Bodies were lying on the floor and were barely recognizable,

There were several reddish-black lumps of something dumped on the ground like trash.

In the middle of all of it, was Mr. Jude.

(Mr. Jude....?)

Jude: "How about this? If I cut your arteries and you'll die from excessive bleeding. Don't have to pay me back if you don't live, right?"

Mr. Jude's red soaked sword sinks slowly into the leg of the man who seems to be the boss of the place.

Organizer of the gambling den: "Ah..Arrghh...please! please! I'll give you the money! I'll give you....6-60% of the sales."

Jude: "Tch!?"

Organizer of the gambling den: "ARRGGGGHHHH!"

Jude: "Since your ears are for decoration, I'll cut them too."

Mr. Jude was laughing manically as if he was getting off of the man's painful screams.

Seeing the cold and ruthless profile, the fear I had almost forgotten comes back to me.

Mr. Jude is an evil man from a different world.

(And yet....I can't stop witnessing such a spectacle)

(All I kept wondering was if Mr. Jude was bleeding from somewhere)

I didn't know what I wanted to do when I find him.

But my desire was now clear.

(Even if this is an everyday occurrence for Mr. Jude)

Even if this is due to the nature of his curse.

Or even its for a promise to someone I don't know.

(This person who lives in the darkness as if to cut down his life, this person who pushes me away from the darkness, who keeps me safe)

(...I also wanted to help him in anyway I could)

Tonight is a dangerous night for the cursed ones.

(But in the end....I only became a hinderance)

There is an overwhelming gap between him and me.

(How frustrating)

I bite my lip and stare at him, torturing and hurting the man who seems to be the boss.

When he had finished giving him the information he wanted, he stabbed the man's heart and Mr. Jude sheathed his sword.

Jude: "........."

(....I don't think I've ever see you use a sword before)

Mr. Jude usually hurts people, but does not kill them easily.

He says that it is more efficient to exploit the labor force than to kill them, or that killing them will cause problems later on.

----FLASHBACK----

Victor: "The cursed ones themselves will feel hard to control...."

Victor: "It is a night of danger, both for the cursed ones and those around them."

-----FLASHBACK ENDS-----

The pale moonlight shines through the window.

(Right now....Mr. Jude is not normal)

(It is too dangerous to approach him)

I slowly walked towards his bloody back.

The Halloween night will make the cursed ones go crazy.

I was like a lusty madman at William's behest.

Kate: "Mr. Jude."

Jude: "............."

Mr. Jude doesn't look back.

As if drawn to him, my hand lifted and my fingertips gently grasped the cloak.

Kate: "....Are you hurt anywhere?"

Kate: "....!"

Before I can finish my words, my body is pulled up in a jerk.

I felt a thump, a jolt in my back, and I choked on the pain.

Jude: "Why did you break the promise, huh?"

Kate: "Jude...."

Jude: "You know what happens if you break a promise to me, don't you?"

Kate: "...Nn."

The hand on my neck squeezes down my throat and I choke.

It is crazy to think that this was the same hand the protected me earlier today from that strange man on the streets of London.

Kate: "Haa....Haa...."

Jude: "Oh, maybe you broke the promise on purpose to get punished?"

Kate: ".....Ngh? .....!"

I shook my head and he snorted with laughter.

Jude: "Usually I would be content with just threatening you, Princess."

Jude: "But tonight that doesn't seem to be enough for me."

Jude: "Trick or treat......well, who cares?"

Jude: "Are you ready to be tortured?"

Mr. Jude's amethyst eyes gleamed in the moonlight beaming in through the window.

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