#put me in the heart locket i'm done

[stardustloserdoll]

hii can you do friends to lovers with johnnie x youtuber!reader? and the reader is like friends with jake and thats how they met? love your work btw <3

tyyy 🩷

you know i’ll keep you in my locket

“y/n you made it! come, i want you to meet someone!” jake quickly grabbed my hand, dragging me through the crowd pulling me in many directions. until he stopped in his tracks, “ah there he is.” jake spoke turning back giving me a smile. “johnnieee.” jake sang pulling me next to him with a big smile on his face.

“what.” the guy johnnie said looking up from his drink to look at jake. “this is y/n! remember i told you all about them?” johnnie nodded his head sending a smile towards me “yeah you yapped a bunch about them.” johnnie replied, making me laugh. “you know me, the yap king. anyways, y/n! this is johnnie.”

i smiled waving at johnnie “hey, nice to meet you. jakes also told me a lot about you. i like your shirt by the way.” johnnies eyes lit up “you like this band?” i nodded my head “i love them! i have all of their cds and posters all over my room.” i laughed putting my hands in my pockets. jake watching us with a big smile on his face.

“oh yeah johnnie! y/n is also a youtuber! i think you guys should do a collab together. it should be fun.” jake said wrapping his arms around our shoulders. “im down.” i smiled looking over to johnnie. “yeah me too.”

ever since that day, johnnie and i have been inseparable. every time i saw him, the bigger my crush on him got. i always got nervous and stuttered around him, probably making it obvious i liked him. i don’t know if i’ll ever tell him how i feel..

"hi everyone, today i have a special guest joining me…johnnie!" i smiled pulling him in frame "hi."

"johnnies going to attempt to do my makeup. i glanced at johnnie sending him a reassuring smile."i know he'll do great."

johnnie started applying the foundation onto my face, patting it down softly. "how about we tell them how we met." i said moving some hair out of my face.

"ooh you're right!" johnnie smiled moving onto the eyeshadow and mascara, "alright so we met at a party, and jake introduced us to each other. jake told me a lot about y/n, but i never got to meet y/n, but i'm glad i finally did."

"aww, johnnie." johnnie smiled tapping my knee signaling he was done. “how’s it looking.” i smiled. "it looks. pretty good actually. i made a mess though." he laughed cleaning where the mascara smudged. "i bet it looks great. now, the hardest part. the eyeliner." i said lifting it up to him. "oh god, if you look like a clown by the end of this im so sorry." johnnie held my face gently as he began applying the eyeliner.

"anyways,” johnnie said resuming “back to the story. it was an instant connection, we liked a lot of the same things, especially our humor. since then, we’ve literally been hang out like..everyday. i'd have to say my favorite person ever is y/n, sorry jake."

"you heard him jake. IM his favorite." i smiled sticking my tongue out. "okay, i think i did pretty good." johnnie said leaning back making sure the wings were sharp. "im really excited to see the finishing product." i said clapping my hands. johnnie set the eyeliner down and told me to open my eyes. "guys look at the matching necklaces johnnie and i got."

"we have pictures of each other in them." johnnie smiled opening the heart locket. "he looks so cute in this picture." i laughed raising it up to the camera. "y/n looks so pretty here." johnnie smiled looking into my eyes, glancing down at my lips.

“why are you looking at me like that.” i laughed pinching his cheek. “what do you mean!” johnnie yelled lifting his arms up. “you’re looking at me like you wanna kiss me.” johnnie turned away, mumbling something under his breath. “what was that johnnie?” he shook his head mumbling a ‘nothing.’ “wait i forgot the lipstick.” johnnie reached over and grabbed the lipstick, carefully applying it.

"okay y/n, are you ready to see your final look." i nodded my head and raised the mirror. “johnnie.” i gasped. “I TOLD YOU IT WAS BAD!” i shook my head. “NO ITS SO GOOD! you have a magic hand.” i smiled setting down the mirror. johnnie smirked at my comment making me hit his shoulder softly.

“okay guys, that’s the end of the video. thank you so much for watching! make sure to like and subscribe, andddd if you want more of johnnie i will have his channel linked down below. say bye johnnie!” i wrapped my arm around his shoulder waving. “baaaiii!”

“i had so much fun johnnie.” i grinned setting my hands on my lap. “me too, i always have fun with you y/n.” johnnie smiled as he played with the necklace. “uh y/n. can i ask you something.” i nodded my head “yeah of course.”

“well,” johnnie hesitated “um i’ve really enjoyed spending time with you lately, and we’ve gotten really close. the more i spend time with you, the more i start to fall even more in love with you.” i blushed placing my hands on top of his. “i feel the same way. ever since i met you i instantly fell for you. i love everything about you johnnie.”

johnnies eyes widened at that, a faint blush spreading on his pale cheeks. “well, what do you say we make it official?” i asked holding his hand. “id love to.”

[csprslvt]

you and i, and her. pt.12

Chapter 11

Summary: It takes almost losing Ellie for reader to learn how to love, but Ellie was okay with that, as long as you stayed with her.

Warnings: Fluff, lovey dovey bullshit, swearing and foul language. A chapter that is easy on the heart before shit goes down. Reader once again, doesn't deserve Ellie. But she loves you anyways.

You clung to Ellie until you were embarrassed and let go. But she seemed to enjoy your display of affection, she hesitated when you unraveled your arms from around her neck. You parted but her hands were still around your waist until they awkwardly pulled away from you entirely.

“So you really were bitten?”

“A long time ago. When I was like 14, It healed and scarred and I covered it up.”

You looked down at Ellies tattooed arm, reaching out and gently grabbing it, tracing the ink. She let you. It was like she wanted every touch from you that she could possibly get. Now, while the two of you sat in a comfortable quiet you really wanted to tell her everything. Tell her about the WLF, about Abby, about the locket you still wore, about how sorry you were that you had chosen someone else who left you over Ellie who had only supported you. You didn't deserve Ellie. You wanted to hide in her arms and apologize over and over. You felt so guilty it was eating you up inside.  

“Ellie”

“Hm?”

“I'm sorry” you mumbled, fingers tracing her tattoo, you looked down at it. Eye contact was suddenly difficult. But Ellie wasn't having that, she grabbed your chin and tilted you up to look at her. The concern in her eyes melted your soul entirely

“What are you sorry for?”

“Ellie, I'm not a good person.” 

She was holding you with both of her hands now stroking your cheeks, your own arm fell into your lap.

“What do you mean y/n? You're my best friend.” 

Oh the tone in her voice, so full of love made you want to cry.

“I've done some horrible things all because I was stuck on someone but I don't wanna be stuck on her anymore… I want to be a better person, and I want to be a good person.”

“Y/n you are a good person.” Ellie was confused, where was this certain outburst coming from?

“Ellie, you make me want to be better.” you whispered, “ I just want you. I just wanna be with you” 

“Do you mean that?”

The look you gave her was so genuine she felt like she was crumbling, all her walls of defense being knocked down just for you.

 She didn't need words after that, instead she pulled you closer, she hesitated before her gaze fluttered down to your lips. She leaned in and she kissed you. In that moment everything bad and evil fell away. It was just so full of Ellie,her slightly rough hands holding you softly, her scent of clean laundry and gunpowder replacing the overwhelming sensation of pine that you once held close to your heart, the feeling of warmth spreading everywhere she touched. Wrapping your arms around her neck, you have never kissed anyone so desperately, so passionately so full of emotion and vulnerability. As if to communicate through showing affection. Every bit of love and care you had was put into that kiss and when she pulled away you were both breathless.

But when Ellie mistook the dazed look in your eyes with regret and she panicked.

“Im sorry, oh my god, Im-”

“Shhh, shut up.” You told her before kissing her again. This time it was gentle, careful, and sweet. You pulled away, foreheads touching, brushing her hair behind her ear.

“I've wanted to do that for a long time, I just didn't realize that you wanted it too.” Ellie said with a happy, relaxed expression

“I didn't know I wanted to until you did it.”  

“I didn't expect to make a move.”

“I know, your a total loser who can hardly talk to girls”

“Only pretty girls, like you”

You wrinkled your nose in disgust, “Ellie, that was a horrible attempt at flirting.”

She chuckled, kissing your wrinkled nose. “ Well I tried”

“Don't do it again.”

“Okay y/n” 

She was so happy, it was written all over her face. You made her happy. You could only hope it would stay that way at least for now you could enjoy a little extra time with her before it all fell apart. Right now you shoved those thoughts away, you were so full of Ellie. She made herself a  home inside your heart without even realizing it. You needed her, you wanted her. And she felt the same way about you.

You explored the theater, moving hand in hand. Hers rubbing little movements into your knuckles.Sometimes she would take your entwined fingers and kiss the back of your hand. She was so entirely adoring of you. And that fact made your heart soar. 

Ellie, Ellie, Ellie. 

She appeared in every corner of your mind, and it took almost thinking you'd lose her to see it. But she took you over like some sort of lovesick disease that could not be stopped. So you took a deep breath and let it happen. You let yourself love her. And you let yourself let go of any and all hesitation. You were grateful to your first love for all her lessons and trials and tribulations but it was time to move on. And maybe if you did, Ellie would still want you at the end of this.

Walking into a large room with a big screen Ellie took you onto the stage. You grabbed her hands and set them on your waist, resting yours on her shoulders. You already knew what she was up to;

“I was gonna say, may I have this dance, but you beat me too it” She grinned

“I knew what you were thinking pulling me up here”

It was a sweet moment, it was nice to leave every worry behind and sway with Ellie to non existent music. It made your mind so empty, only able to look and admire her. You leaned close to her and she held you, breathing you in and letting her own hands wander your back, rubbing your shoulders. She was just so caring, it showed in every touch, every look, every stare. It was impossible not to fall for someone like that.

“Y/n?”

“Yes?”

“Promise me you'll stay with me.”

Without hesitation, you answered.

“I promise.”

“I've lost everyone I have ever loved, but I can't lose you. Stay with me”

“I'm with you as long as you want me.”

“I would never not want you.”

You could only hope that was true.

“Then you don't have to worry about me.”

Ellie let go of all her tension and simply held you. You said you wouldn't go anywhere and she believes you. That was enough for her. 

Eventually you pulled a part and went back to focus on the plan. The plan you dreaded so deeply. This entire time you worried about how this would end. You didn't know if you could stomach having the love of your present kill the one of your past. But you would have to hope that Ellie would leave this delusion that avenging Joel would make her happy. It wouldn't. Only healing could save her.

You gathered all your supplies and spread it out. Taking note of what was running low. Ellie was still doting on you, she was mystified. Totally taken with you. She was careful with your things and sat close enough that your knees brushed together, one of her hands rested on her thigh while you spoke.

“Where do we go from here?”

“Honestly I'm not sure, I heard something about Hillcrest…”

Ellie took out her map and pointed,

“This is where the TV station was…” she pointed and crossed out several areas on the map, places you had been.

“They have numerous locations.” her fingered circled Hillcrest, “There are some here I need to take care of.”

“Then we go tomorrow?”

“We go tomorrow”

“I will be ready as long as you are” You'd told her, she smiled

“Thank you y/n.”

“Always”

No matter what, you would always want Ellie, always be there waiting even when she ultimately didn't want you anymore. If only you had known, how soon that would really be.

[archduchessofnowhere]

Archduchess Marie Valerie's diary entry on her engagement to Archduke Franz Salvator the Christmas Eve of 1888:

December 24. Christmas Eve … as I write this, I have long been in Munich - it is January 3, 1889. (On December 24) Papa [Emperor Franz Josef] spoke so dryly about tonight that it could almost have offended me if I didn't know that he was only pretending that his whole heart wasn't in it, and Mama [Empress Elisabeth] was sad. [Crown Prince] Rudolf was watching her, then me, and was very friendly. Little Elisabeth [Rudolf's daughter] was very happy about the presents and played with her things while we dined in the Alexandrian room on the left. After dinner, I took [Crown Princess] Stephanie aside and told her my decision, whereupon she immediately congratulated me. Everything passed me by almost as if in a dream. Rudolf and Stephanie left with the King [?] before seven o'clock and Mama promised to come over with us as soon as it was done. When the three of us were now in Mama's toilet room, Papa said he was surprised that Stephanie didn't find it offensive that Rudolf had been taken into confidence [regarding the engagement] before her… they should get him. Mama hugged him and said with sisterly tenderness: "I love you so much." I can't say how happy that made me, because it made him feel so good, he hugged her and asked with great emotion: "No, really? It hasn't been for a long time." Excited as I was, I immediately began to cry and yet I was doubly happy that it was Franz [Salvator, Archduke of Austria-Tuscany]'s and my bond of pure young love that had brought my parents this sacred and beautiful hour of union. The intimate union of the parents among themselves, with me and even with Rudolf seems to me the clearest proof of the blessing that rests on our love… I plucked up the courage to throw myself on Papa's chest, although he showed me no particular tenderness and then went out… Then Mama and I said our evening prayers as usual and about half past 7 I hugged her crying and begged her to forgive me for anything I ever did wrong against her as I closed out my sunny life as a free girl. In her overwhelming kindness, she said she wished there was more to forgive, then it wouldn't be so hard for her to give me up… Beating heart into the study room after I had prayed at the prayer stool; here he sat with Zummel [Countess Marie Kornis, lady-in-waiting], who immediately went out…. I shook his hand… "So Franz, now I want to give you my answer - do you still have me on loan? Do you still want me?" "Yes." "Well - there I am - there you have me." I was so excited that I don't remember if he said anything right away: all I know is that he leaned down to me without letting go of my hand and pretended to kiss me without actually giving me a kiss. I returned this embrace, which seemed a little too cool to me, putting as much tenderness into it as was possible, and then really looked into his dear eyes. Such an inexpressible happiness radiated from them that it soon passed into my soul and I realized that I was happy, very happy. He struggled for words and said: "You have given me the most beautiful Christmas. You make me infinitely, unspeakably happy." "And you forgive me for putting you off for so long and for everything I did to you? Because you suffered a lot for me." "Yes," he said simply. Then I took the little gold locket that I was wearing on a red ribbon around my neck and gave it to him… He immediately put it on his necklace. We held hands. Valérie: "Now I'm yours for time and eternity." "And I'll be yours forever." "Forever - how much I've prayed for that." Franz: "And me too." "Now we thank God too," I said and we knelt down together, blissfully united, and prayed with overflowing hearts. Then we put the cross on each other's foreheads.

Now I went out and told Gusti [Auguste von Heidt, Valerie's chambermaid] that I would ask Mama to come up. Like all of us, she had put aside her mourning for the day [Elisabeth's father, Duke Max in Bavaria, had died on November 15] and was youthfully dazzlingly beautiful when she came in with Papa and tenderly embraced me and then Franz as well, tearfully telling him that she gave him everything, that he should make me happy. We kissed Papa's hand and he also kissed Franz so sweetly and said kind words to him. Then Mama gave Franz a big pastel picture of me. Papa looked at us for a long time with amusement: "Valérie is looking very happy." It may have been 8 o'clock when we went over to Rudolf's, Papa and Mama in front, Franz and I behind - arm in arm. He gave us a very friendly welcome and even kissed Franz. We only stayed for a very short time and when we came back, Mama sent for Zummel, who was crying so much that she couldn't say anything other than whether I was happy… Mama hugged dear Zummel so sweetly: "We're off now." Then she told her to give Franz a hug, which he replied very sweetly and simply.

Papa and Mama went to sleep, and Franz and I gradually tried to realize that this blissful reality was not a dream. We had discussed with Papa and Mama that he should travel with us to Munich instead of visiting Manni [Albert, 8th Prince of Thurn und Taxis, Valerie's cousin] in Regensburg… I also asked him if he had any premonitions for today. "Yes, because Zummel was so terribly upset." We then wrote telegrams together to his parents [Archduke Karl Salvator and Archduchess Maria Immacolata], Grandmama [Duchess Ludovika in Bavaria], Gisela [Princess of Bavaria, Valerie's sister], Amélie [Duchess in Bavaria, Valerie's cousin] and Manni. He looked over my shoulders, fixed my hairpins, looked happy, but didn't give me a kiss, even though I laid my cheek against his for a second. After 9 o'clock, Zummel reminded us to leave and we said goodnight.

Schad, Martha and Schad, Horst [ed] (1998). Das Tagebuch der Lieblingstochter von Kaiserin Elisabeth. 1878-1899 (Translation done by DeepL. Please keep in mind that in a machine translation a lot of nuance may/will be lost)

[nightmyst14-blog]

Happy Birthday to Wildberry and Clotted Cream!!! Can't believe its been a year since Odyssey already!!!

I'm making 2 parter what I imagine happens on their birthday

Setting: In the Creme Republic, Clotted and Financier walking back to House Custard after a meeting.

Clotted Cream: *stretches, sighs* Another long meeting.... again.

Financier":* nods, quiet* ....You seem tired, Consul.

Clotted Cream: *sighs* I am. I think I'm having what I heard others called "burnout." But a Consul's work is never done.

Financier: Hm.

Clotted Cream: It didnt really help Lady Oyster and Captain Caviar didn't show up. Usually Late Oyster is never late, if she is , she has a viable reason why. Sir Caviar is sometimes late with.. reasons, but this is quite ridiculous.

Financier: * nods* Mhm.

Clotted Cream: And why was Lady Sable and Mulled Juice so giddy during the whole thing? They were laughing and talking amongst themselves. It was odd I must say.

Financier: Yes sir.

Clotted Cream : And then- * stops, looks at Financier* Are you alright, Financier? You're more quiet today.

Financier: Just listening to you, sir.

Clotted Cream: *sighs* Never mind...

*they head inside, Financier shutting the door behind him*

Financier: Shall I bring some tea to your office, sir?

Clotted Cream: Yes please.

*Clotted Cream walks to his office, which found the place dark*

Clotted Cream: *slowly walks in, confused* Did I forget to turn the lights?

*As he said that, lights turn on* *Light Cream, Custard III, Oyster, and Captain Caviar were standing there with party hats, surrounded by presnts*

All: *in unison* Happy Birthday!!

Clotted Cream: I- what- huh??

Light Cream: *smiles* Happy Birthday, sweetie...

Oyster: Financier had a feeling you would forget and had set up a little party for you.

Clotted Cream: Financier.. did this?

Financier: * walks over, wearing a party hat* Yes sir. You have been quite busy this past year and it's only fair you have a little fun.

Clotted Cream: Does Father even know about this?

Captain Caviar: That old seadog is at his villa, not that it matters anyways. Its your day, shark bait!!

Light Cream: Yes, this party is about you.

Custard III: *hands him a party hat and a present* Yeah!! Happy Birthday, uncle!

Clotted Cream: *takes it and smiles, begins to tear up*

Oyster: Clotted?

Light Cream: *worried* Oh honey...

Clotted Cream: *sniffles* Im fine, I'm fine... Just... * wipes his eyes, smiles* Thank you. Thank you all.

Oyster: Of course, hun. Now open the present. Its a one someone specail sent to you.

Clotted Cream:*puts on the party hat, opens the present*

*there was a locket inside along with a small letter it read: *

" Happy Birthday, Clotted Cream!!!! You're probably a bit confused about this, whoever you think sent you this, its not. I'm just a friend of your mother's. She had asked me to write this.

I'm so proud to hear about all the amazing things, you have for the Republic from your mother. You stayed kind, compassionate, and hard-working as I hoped you would be. I hope you meet with you soon.

For now, enjoy your birthday, young Consul. I gift you a piece of my heart.

From,

A friend"

Clotted Cream: Did one of the ancients write this?

Light Cream: *laughs* No dear, it will make sense soon.

Clotted Cream: *takes out the locket, opens it* * inside was a slightly worn photo of a younger version of his mother, and a baby version of himself* Mother... Where did you get this?

Light Cream: Im afraid I can't say. But my friend really wants you to have it.

Clotted Cream : *stares at the locket and letter, smiles* *holds it tight* Well, I love it. Be sure to tell this friend thank you for their kind gift.

Light Cream: * smiles* I'm sure they know already.

Custard III: *pulls on their hand, leads him to the table* C'mon uncle!! Open another one!!

Oyster: Oh Caviar, don't forget to light the candles on the cake soon.

Captain Caviar: I won't!

Financier: I'll go get the cake, its in the kitchen

Oyster: Okay then.

Light Cream: *smiles at the scene*

While everyone was peroccupied, and sneaks off to balcony where a cloaked figure was waiting for her*

??: Did he get it?

Light Cream: *nods* He said thank you for the gift. He loves it.

??: Im glad.I do hope he enjoys his birthday. Divines know he needs it.

Light Cream: *smiles* It makes me happy to see him so happy.

*from down the hall*

Custard III: Nana, c'mon! We're about to light the cake!

Light Cream: *giggles* Im coming!!

??: Well, I won't keep you up for any long. Go on have fun with your son.

Light Cream: "Our" son, dear.

??: *laughs, a smile could be seen* Haha, right. Bye now. * with that, the stranger leaves*

Light Cream: *waves, heads back to the party*

[tonkinese-lion]

Oh, Little Lion Cub, Of My Blood

"The Rook and the Lion" - Part 1

Warnings: Kidnapping, minor violence, Victor Rookwood (a warning in itself)

Attempting to write again after many years, and wanted to do so for my baby Gryffindor OC Victoria Everleigh Adler, as well as Rookwood who was criminally underused in the game. Let's see what happens when he crosses paths with an anxious, little lion cub and comes to a realization. I’m not a native English speaker but I hope you still enjoy it. ✨🦁

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Victoria was running, that's all she could think about. Both her legs and throat were burning, and her red house-fanatic robes and lion stamped scarf were both tossing about behind her. Her heart shaped locket was swinging violently from side to side, while her long hair blowing in the wind was completely dishevelled and almost coming undone in the back. But she couldn't care less. Not with the dark wizards and Ashwinders right on her heels.

And him. Rookwood. The bloody bastard. Of course, he had to be there too.

As soon as she had caught sight of him in Hogsmeade, loitering by the entrance at the bridge, she turned tail and ran back in the opposite direction. In her hurry she forgot to put her hood on, and an Ashwinder had unfortunately recognized her face and by her robes and quickly alerted his comrades and Rookwood himself. Suddenly Victoria found herself running faster than she ever had to in her life.

"Why does it always have to be me?" she muttered to herself.

If only she had been accompanied by Professor Fig... or by a certain Slytherin like she had been last week. She'd take on a troll again any day over this.

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1 week earlier

They had deliberately sent that troll after her. Ranrok AND Rookwood. A distraction. All so that Rookwood could get to her.

Victoria got lost in thought, butterbeer in hand, the sweet taste of still lingering in her mouth, as she sat with Sebastian in The Three Broomsticks.

"Glad to see you two escaped injury." Sirona said warmly, the relief evident in her voice.

"Thanks to this one. Single-handedly took down a troll!" Sebastian exclaimed, a smile on his face as he observed her.

She smiled shyly and fiddled with the heart locket hanging around her neck in embarrassment. Her cheeks were probably similar in colour to that of a tomato at this point. She wasn't used to praise. She certainly never received any at the orphanage.

But she found she quite liked the feeling.

"Is that so? Well done." Sirona said as she threw Victoria a friendly smile.

She blushed while looking down, not knowing what to do with herself. She thanked Sirona for the beverage and took a big gulp, while only half listening to the conversation. God, this stuff was heavenly, she thought distractedly. Reminded her of sweets she had growing up.

"Something's not right. The only brutes we usually have to deal with are-"

Suddenly behind her, Victoria heard the door slam open. She nearly choked on her beer, the sound startling her.

"Was that Lodgok I saw leaving just now."

Victoria froze at the sound of that voice, breath getting stuck in her lungs. He had found them. She looked up at Sebastian, her panic probably evident in her eyes. Sebastian returned a reassuring but uncertain half-smile her way, clearly not unaffected either.

"Sirona will have our backs." he muttered quietly, trying his best to reassure her.

"Wouldn't do that if I were you, Theophilus."

"Come now. No need for theatrics." the voice drawled.

She could feel her hands starting to shake as they held onto her beverage for dear life.

"I'm only here for this one anyway." he continued, the rumbling voice taunting her.

Victoria knew the snake was speaking directly to her. Challenging her. She wiped the dread of her face as best she could and slowly turned, getting of her seat. As her eyes locked onto his, she felt herself shudder with how intensely the man was focusing on her, practically as if the two of them were the only ones present in the room. Not even the troll had managed to make her this uncomfortable.

"My friend is enjoying a well-earned butterbeer." Sirona said with an impassivity that didn't match the situation.

How in the world was Sirona able to keep completely calm?!

"I only want a quick word." Rookwood’s steely gaze was dead set on Victoria, nonchalantly waving her away, while waltzing his way over.

Victoria seized up at the motion. Her hand instantly went to her newly acquired wand and pointed it towards him. Everyone else did the same. She could still feel the anxiety and adrenaline from fighting the troll earlier, as her heartbeat became rapid again.

Sebastian pushed her behind himself in a protective manner, his wand too now firmly pointing towards the two brutes.

Right, Sebastian was here with her, she reminded herself. Everyone in The Three Broomsticks, in fact, had their wands pointing towards the unwelcome guests. AND she was also able to get through the whole bank heist and Ranrok with Professor Fig in one piece.

Everything was going to be fine.

"I said, my friend is busy." Sirona stood her ground. Firmly.

He scoffed, loudly, looking about the room. "One would think you'd all had enough bloodshed for one day."

His cold calculating grey-blue eyes once again settled themselves onto Victoria. This time, however, she stood her ground and mirrored his own glare. His eyes narrowed, suddenly, as they found something of interest.

"Where did you get that?" Rookwood suddenly snapped at her, voice dangerously low, while, rather rudely, pointing at her.

Her face scrunched up in confusion. What?

She looked down and realized what he was referring to - The golden heart shaped locket she always wore. She protectively wrapped her hand around the piece of jewellery.

"I do not believe that to be any of your business" she coldly replied with her head held high.

The motion did not go unnoticed by him, as he eyed the way her hand entwined around it. Rookwood weighted his options, but was aware of how severely outnumbered he was. Not today. Harlow beside him was getting impatient.

He sparred her another glance, eyes narrowing while contemplating her, as if seizing her up.

I didn't make sense. Why would her heart locket possibly be of any interest to Rookwood of all people? The locket that was the last reminder she had of... her.

No one dared to move. She, too, didn't dare moving a muscle, except, she couldn't stop the palpable sneer appearing on her face, while waiting for him to make his move. He returned a Cheshire grin her way as he and his right-hand man were exiting. His look told her everything she needed to know.

This isn't over.

Arms wide in an exaggerating, animated manner, he added smugly:

"Can't drink butterbeer forever."

The remaining taste of butterbeer turned sour on Victoria's tongue.

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She needed to find a Floo Flame and quickly. She wasn't familiar enough with Hogsmeade yet to remember where to find them all.

She quickly slipped into a small alley, and hid behind a building, almost stumbling over her legs in the process, while pressing her back against the wall.

She hoped no one saw her. As she desperately tried calming her out of control breathing, Victoria heard shouting and the indicatory sounds of someone running by.

Good, they didn't see her. She had to admit though, wearing a Hogwarts robe with a giant Gryffindor lion on the back, it was certainly not one of her best ideas. No more wearing school robes in Hogsmeade.

As she scanned the building behind her, she realized she was at the back entry to Gladrags Wizardwear. That meant Hogsmeade Square and a Floo Flame was just around the corner. If she could make it to the Floo Flame right across from Honeydukes in the Square, then she would be within the safety of Hogwarts again. She was supposed to meet with Professor Fig later today too.

Victoria put her face into her hands and took a deep unsteady breath. How had her life turned upside down so quickly?

She had been so excited when she received her letter to attend Hogwarts, so very excited when Professor Fig came to personally pick her up, the two of them so close already despite only having practiced her magic with him for a couple of months.

The prospect of finally leaving that cursed place of a nightmare called an orphanage behind, of going on at adventure and using magic. Magic. For the first time in a long time, she had felt hopeful.

Oh, how quickly that illusion shattered. On her first day it was the dragon attack, last week the troll attack and now she was the prime target of a bunch of no-do-good witches and wizards.

Lovely, just what she needed.

She almost missed the orphanage. Almost.

It seems as if Rookwood had been waiting for an opportunity to catch her on her own. And she waltzed right into his hands.

She checked to see if the coast was clear. No Ashwinders. No Rookwood insight.

Now was her chance.

She ran as fast as her legs would allow her, first around the corner and then straight forward along the square. She almost tumbled into a passer-by and apologized profusely about 10 times, then passed the statue of Hengist of Woodcroft and rounded the corner with the tree until...

She let out an audible gasp. No no no-

Standing right beside the Floo Flame, patiently waiting with hands behind his back, was the one person she had hoped not to see. She immediately raised her wand.

"Now, now my dear, calm down. No need for that." Victor Rookwood drawled deeply; hand held up as if trying calm a scared animal. He must have anticipated she was going to use the Floo Flames. Blast it.

He was grinning, madly, like cat finally having caught the mouse in the trap, walking ever so slowly towards her. For every step he took towards Victoria, she took a step back. He was enjoying it, the panic on her face.

"I'm afraid you're all on your own out here. Just a little lion cub all alone, away from her pack. Hmm, some might argue it makes the cub very easy prey, wouldn't you agree?" he spoke, his trademark Cheshire grin back on his face, with preying eyes surveying her so intently, like was she his next meal.

Victoria felt her breathing pick-up, while both of her hands were clutching her wand to the point of her knuckles turning white. He could attack any second.

Basic spells were certainly not going to help her. Where was that strange, ancient magic she used on the troll? Victoria felt her breathing was now, borderline, on the verge of becoming a full-blown panic attack, the running she did earlier not having done her any favours.

Almost, as if on cue, he reached out for her with his wand with intent to cast.

In her panic she felt something strange happening inside her. Like a flash, quickly speeding past him, she dashed in a ball of light. She stumbled for a second after. What in the world was that?! How did she...

The Floo Flame!

While steadying herself she didn't waste any time thinking further about what just happened and made a run for the emerald flame. Finally, back to Hogwarts.

She suddenly heard a loud whoosh behind her. Wait no-

"AHHH" she suddenly let out a scream as her scarf and hood were forcefully pulled back swiftly, her along with it. The bastard had dissaperated right behind her. What a cheater.

"Oh no you don't little lion" she heard the giveaway chuckle of Rookwood. With her back against his front, a pair of arms surrounded her from both sides, one around her middle and arms, the other holding a wand to her neck, keeping most of her completely immobile.

"You most certainly are full of surprises, aren't you, my dear?" he chuckled right behind her. She did not need to see his face to know he was probably smiling like a madman.

Immobile or not, wand to her neck or not, it didn't stop her from going absolutely berserk in her panic. The adrenaline providing her with a new-found energy, she kicked her legs in every direction, trying to free herself from her assailant.

"LET GO OF ME, YOU CONNIVING COCKROACH, YOU BAS-"

Distracted in her own struggle, she suddenly almost fell to her feet as the arms surrounding her had abruptly let go, only to spin her around, now face to face, and swiftly seizing both her thin wrists in his, in a crushing and almost painful hold.

Before she could even think about using the wand still in her hand, he beat her to it, putting so much pressure onto her wrist to the point of her having to let go of it. Victoria couldn't stop the whimper that escaped her.

She heard the clatter of her wand falling to the ground beside her.

"Tsk, tsk, language, my dear. Now, let's try this again, shall we? Where did you acquire that locket of yours from, hmm?" he demanded, the smug bastard observing, with great amusement, her fruitless attempts at freeing herself.

She finally looked up at him, starring right into his eyes, her panic completely forgotten. She felt something else inside her growing. Now she was getting furious.

"I already told you. None of your bloody business" she fumed through gritted teeth.

She attempted again to pull herself away from his steel grasp, but to not avail.

"Oh, believe me little lion..." he said through gritted teeth, and then brought them both face to face, "...it IS my business." His tone had shifted, the finality in voice clear. He wanted an answer.

Both of them were then alerted to footsteps.

"Rookwood, let Miss Adler go this very instant." a feminine voice rang out, the anger clear in the owners shouting. Officer Singer stood not too far from him on his left, wand pointed directly at his side. other onlookers had joined from a distance too, probably curious about the commotion going on.

Rookwood immediately stilled, the glare he had momentarily given Officer Singer at her interruption turning from annoyance into disbelief. His gaze resuming its place onto Victoria instantly.

"Adler?" he faltered quietly, blue eyes searching her face for something she couldn't quite comprehend.

"I said to let her go! She's just a student." Officer Singer kept persisting. Why wasn't she stopping him?! Rookwood could dissaperate along with her at any second!

It seemed for a moment his hold had, unknowingly to him, faltered just a bit, but it was reason enough for Victoria to resume her thrashing and take matters into her own hands.

In one big motion she tugged with all she her might, freeing one of her arms, and tried concentrating. Due to her struggling Rookwood was also brought out of his reverie.

Victoria thought back hard to the time where she and Sebastian clashed with the troll. The ancient magic; it had happened so naturally back then. She had sensed something strange happening inside her due to Sebastian being in danger, and cast her spell like was it the most normal thing. Only now, she was in danger.

She felt it growing inside her again. Victoria cheered internally, and with one efficient move of her hand, a flash of light happened and Rookwood was sent flying backwards, rolling a small distance away from her, groaning as he did so.

However, in the process of that she too ended up tumbling down backwards in the process. And wouldn't it just be her luck that the rest of Rookwood’s goons showed up at that moment.

Victoria hastily retrieved her wand, but it was, once again, too late. Before she had any chance to make her move, they had her, as well as Officer Singer, surrounded from all sides with wands directed towards them both.

Now what was she supposed to do?

Rookwood, having just pulled himself of the ground, carefully brushing the dust of himself, did not seem particularly angry at the display of magic she used on him. Compared to before he almost seemed... hesitant to engage her now.

"Well then, I believe this concludes our quarrel for now, wouldn't you agree?" he shrugged. The hidden warning in his words didn't go unnoticed by her. He wanted her to give up. Or else...

Well, if he wasn't going to kill her for this now, then she had no doubt he would later. This was Rookwood after all. She found it did not matter then, and she might as well go down fighting. She was dead either way.

She raised her wand again, but before she ever got to open her mouth, she was struck by something from behind.

She never felt her body meet the ground before everything went black.

Oh, bugger.

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Oh, the juicy drama is about to begin. Rookwood seems to have realized something. What could it possibly be? *wink wink*👀

Hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Let me know if you want more. I'd love to write a continuation of this ✌🦁

For a bit of context, my OC Victoria Everleigh Adler has anxiety (if that wasn't obvious yet), grew up at an orphanage most her life after losing her mother and sister, and has trouble believing in herself as well as her abilities. I just thought to myself ‘what if the protagonist had anxiety’, and thus Victoria was born lol.

Anyway, I thought it'd be interesting to have someone a bit shyer, introverted and reserved compared to the protagonist of the game. Victoria will come out of her shell eventually. ✨

[darkmoonravewolf]

My mom wants an uno thing for Christmas but I want to get her something extra.

I'm still going to get the no mercy uno but I want to make a necklace for her to wear. She's done a lot for me this year, I will never really not feel lovely but she's accepted that I want to transition(can't cause of florida being... florida but we are trying to move), played ffxiv with me, and even watched rwby with me.

I can't really make a necklace, but I bought 3 things that will hopefully get here in December that I can combine.

A purple heart necklace (our favorite color), an orchid charm (her favorite flower), and a heart locket (so I can put a picture of us together).

I am very excited for Christmas this year :3

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook:Crossroads(Intro) 🔞

In which you've always been inferior to golden child Jeon Jungkook- the boy with better grades, better manners, better intentions. The boy who everyone knew, everyone loved, including you. The boy with the brilliant future ahead, big intentions and even bigger goals. The boy who cried when you left his side, who got told by his parents that you've taken your life, that you're gone, that you're never coming back. The boy who fell apart, ran away, desperate to forget it all.

Tags/Warnings: childhood friends to ???, dark pasts, mentions of depressive thoughts and medication, mentions of suicide, bad parenting, mentions of drug usage, mentions of sleeping around, more TBA as the story progresses

Additional Chapter Warnings: heartbreak, depression, mentions of suicide and self-harm, fluff lol but it's very little, Major Angst

Chapter Length: long

⚠This is not an easy fic. It covers very harsh subjects such as mental health, depression and self-destruction. Please seek out help if you need it. You're worth someone else's time, believe me.

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"You really shouldn't be doing that, what if you hurt yourself?!" Jungkook urgently tells you, carefully setting you down after letting you jump into his arms from the fence you'd climbed over.

"Nah, you'll always catch me." you tell him instead with a grin, tapping the tip of his nose, making him roll his eyes- though he has to grin as well, while you take his hand, swinging it back and forth with every step you both take.

It's sad you can only meet like this these days.

And if his parents knew who he was sneaking out with, he knows he'd be done for- they already hate you for whatever reason there might be. He himself can't see any; you're lovely, caring, a bit overly excited sometimes, but absolutely adorable. "I'm gonna get a tattoo!" you suddenly say hushed, sitting next to him on the swing while he doesn't move on his, looking at you.

"you're 15, no one's gonna tattoo you." he says worriedly, already well aware of your sometimes sneaky tactics of getting your way. You don't take the rules too seriously, and while you don't ever hurt anyone, you like to bend things to fit yourself. "Y/N.." he threatens, and you pout at him, stopping the swing.

"You still don't call me baby." you say playfully dramatic, and he blushes, averting your gaze. But then you get up, and maneuver your legs over his, sitting on his lap while his feet are now flat on the ground to steady you both, your arms around his neck. "say it." you say quietly, and he can't help but be enchanted by the way your lips move.

You're really pretty.

Your black sheer tights are ripped from your mom's cat that plays a little too roughly sometimes, and the silver chain around your neck has a little heart locket hanging from it- a cheesy gift from himself to you, when he'd confessed almost a year ago, a blushing mess in the back of the school.

You'd been his first kiss that day.

"Koo- hey koo, here." you giggle, wind swaying your dyed hair a little so you have to shake it out of your face. "I'm waiting." you say, and he groans stubbornly, throwing his head back in frustration.

"It's weird." he shyly complains, and you laugh, now hugging him closely, head on his shoulder, your breath tickling his neck.

"that's fine." you say quietly, and his arm wraps around you while the other holds the chain of the swing. "I love you." you whisper, and he smiles to himself.

"I love you too." he mumbles, making you giggle in childish excitement, swaying your legs around.

He really wishes he'd called you baby.

He never did.

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His new apartment is nice.

It's a cozy little hideout away from everything, finally a place of his own where he's the one who dictates what happens. There's not much furniture put up even months after moving in, but he's lazy and can't seem to find time these days to really do it.

Right now he's eating cereal on his couch while watching a random docu series on his old playstation 4, the fan of the console buzzing in the background like it always does. He likes white noise like that- it fills the silence in this place, helps him sleep better.

Maybe he should get a pet.

Right now however, as he finishes his breakfast, he needs to actually go out for once and talk to someone. He's been eyeing the tattoo place downtown for a while now, their instagram page full of amazing pieces he'd love to get placed under his skin. There's not much space left in his sleeve tattoo, but it feels awfully empty in one specific spot.

One he doesn't like to look at.

He'd had to wait years to finally get something to cover up the scars, skin by now finally healed enough to support the ink he's going to have settled under it. Finally he will be able to cover it up, let go of that memory.

Hopefully.

The sun outside is harsh, his bucket hat luckily preventing it from shining into his eyes too much. He's constantly got the curtains closed and apartment dark, his eyes aren't used to the natural light outside too much. He technically even needs glasses- maybe he will get one these days.

Inside the parlor, it's awfully nice. He can't help but notice how much more inviting this one looks to the last one he'd visited- everything awfully cozy and simple. "hey." someone says, cat-like eyes scanning him lazily, though not unfriendly at all. "need help?" the young man wonders, and Jungkook nods as he walks closer.

"I've been texting with a Yoongi on Instagram? I'm Jungkook." he explains, and the guys eyes widen a bit before he nods, smiling faintly as he greets him.

"ah, thought it was you but wasn't sure. Here-" Yoongi says, placing a big black book on the counter for Jungkook to browse through just like they'd agreed on. Yoongi knows why he's getting what he's getting, knows the nature of this specific job- and he sympathizes a lot with the younger male. He's had his fair share of darkness in his past as well- though not to the degree Jungkook has had to face.

"What about that one?" Jungkook asks, pointing to a page in the sketch book of templates the studio has to offer, making Yoongi shrug who turns the book around to check.

"That's still free to be used." he informs the younger guy. "the artist isn't in for tattooing today, but I can schedule an appointment if you want. she'd want to make it more personal to you as well- she likes to make shit unique, you know." he tells him.

"can't you do it?" Jungkook wonders, leaning on the front desk next to the sketchbook, lazily so.

"nah. We don't touch stuff that's not ours, unwritten rule." he says, before looking up. "lemme ask her real quick when she's free." he says, before.. Looking underneath the table? Jungkook is confused for a second, before he hears a sleepy voice answer Yoongi's gentle question.

"tomorrow. Wait which one is it?" you wonder, before getting up, eyes still tired and mind a bit hazy.

Jungkook's blood freezes at the sight of you.

"hmhm, tomorrow. Give him my number or something." you simply say, before disappearing again.

"heard her. Tomorrow at 4, make sure to bring a good amount of time. I'll text you her contact and stuff- you okay there?" Yoongi chuckles, while jungkook just nods, walks out, and battles the nausea in his car.

That was you, no doubt. He'd recognize that face anywhere, it's been haunting him for years after all, fueling his nightmares ever since that day his parents spoke to him about what happened. You're not supposed to be here. You're not supposed to be the one to ink his skin tomorrow, you're not supposed to ever cross his path ever again in the first place.

You're supposed to be dead.

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"No-" he says quietly, silently, before he shakes his head frantically. "no. You're lying. She wouldn't." he argues, suddenly feeling as if there's no oxygen left in his lungs.

"Jungkook you know how selfish she's always been." his father sighs. "you'll get over it-" he starts, but Jungkook snaps, at his father, for the first time. His voice is cracking, it's angrily raspy as he barks out his words.

"Don't talk about her like that!" he says, eyes already filling with tears. "she wouldn't.." he says, but his father doesnt back down.

"look at what she did!" he accuses. "ruins your future and then hangs herself the minute she's done playing-"

But the man doesn't get any further as Jungkook's fist collides with the nose of his own father, cartilage cracking disgustingly under the impact, blood flowing seconds after. His mother is holding her hands in front of her open mouth in shock, while Jungkook himself runs out of the house, down the street.

You wouldn't.

He's seen you yesterday, you'd been fine. you'd joked around with him like always, kissed him with that giggle of yours, his sweater baggy on your body as he'd given it to you since it had turned out to be colder than it was supposed to be. He'd seen you shiver- and you'd smiled, before giving him a kiss, calling him baby because you knew it would make him shy.

It had worked.

He trips as he climbs over the fence just like you'd always done, scrapes his shin and palms on the gravel below, but when he walks closer to your apartment complex, he only sees your mother petting her cat near the window of your little balcony, crying.

She's crying.

Why is she crying?

You're not gone.

You wouldnt. You promised to never leave him no matter what life would put between the two of you. You always compared you both to romeo and juliet, but always made sure to add that you'd both have a happy ending, not like the original. You'd beat the odds and live happily ever after. You promised to give him that happy end he always dreamed of.

You wouldn't break your promise.

Right?

He remembers how he'd fallen to his knees right then and there, empty, broken, world suddenly background noise as his brain forces him to imagine you swaying from the ceiling like he's seen in horror movies. He remembers almost pulling his hair out at the thought, unable to deal with those images. He remembers his mother leading him back into his dad's car to drive back home.

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He remembers the pain.

He always will.

"You could've told me!" you yell at Yoongi after realizing what just happened.

You sigh, sitting on the floor carelessly before burying your face in your legs.

Jeon Jungkook had been standing in this very place, and you'd agreed to tattoo him tomorrow of all days. That's not even enough time to fake falling sick for fucks' sake!

"I didn't know you knew each other." Yoongi raises his hands in defense. "you two have history?"

"you remember the boy I told you about?" you say quietly, before reaching into your shirt, pulling out the silver locket.

"Oh fuck." Yoongi sighs, squatting down close to you. He remembers that day- you'd finally opened up to him, spilling your heart and explaining why you are the way you are. "hey, maybe he didn't realize it's you. It's been what, 6 years?"

"seven." you correct him, and he gently pats your head.

"I can tell him to not come here tomorrow." Yoongi seriously tells you. "I don't want you to face something you're not comfortable with." he explains, and you look at the inside of the locked, tiny picture faded. "hm?" he tries to break you out of your thoughts.

"he won't stay anyways once he realizes who I am." you say quietly. "after all, he probably hates me." you say.

"who knows." Yoongi tries to reassure. "maybe it's time for your happy ending?" he smiles carefully, but you just start to cry into your knees at that.

There's no way you can face him.

But maybe It's time to face your past.

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[tr4pnests]

runaway love

not sure what to say other than thank you to those that read chapter one! i hope it was a nice read. i hope my writing improves the more i post but for the time being please be patient with me... enjoy chapter two!

just so its clear there's two flashbacks in this chapter, i wasn't sure how to write it out so i'm saying it now lol

pairing: minami ryusuke x reader 

oc x eiji kimura

word count: 1269

warnings: cursing.

unedited.

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ryusuke stares out of his small dreary apartment, the moonlight shines over his face and the breeze from the slightly agape window makes its way into the room.

he was feeling restless once again.

it’s been about three months since he last saw you. the last image of you he had was of your sleeping face, you looked as cute as ever laying there unaware of what would occur later on.

he recalls that night well.

he had come to your house as he usually did after ‘work’ smiling as he walked through the beaded door of your living room.

‘darlin?’ 

‘yes…my…love’ he heard you say slowly and broken from the kitchen that was attached to the living room and walked in further, seeing you chopping up some vegetables with a cigarette hanging from your lips. you wore a long black dress that hugged her body well that it was hardly modest looking on you and paired it with a small light pink apron, and some vintage brown mules. your hair was tied up away from your face.

he smiled as he placed his work (runaway) bag on the floor and walked around the breakfast bar towards you. your house wasn’t very big but it was nice enough for you and your roommate; nelle to share with occasional guests. the living room and kitchen were attached, equipped with a breakfast bar and two chairs, the house had a small hallway that went up stairs to the bathroom and two bedrooms, both rooms having a balcony facing different directions.

‘what are you making?’ he asked while wrapping his arms around you from behind, placing a kiss on your cheek partially to distract you from him stealing the cigarette that was in your mouth.

you giggled softly, putting the knife down onto the chopping board. ‘a salad to go with the salmon i just put in the oven for us.’

he hummed and exhaled the smoke from the cigarette, going around to sit on the stools opposite your cooking station. although ryusuke appeared normal and fine, he wasn’t. he was savouring these last moments with you and planning his goodbye in his head.

‘how was work my love?’ you asked while bending down to check on the salmon, poking at it with a fork.

ryusuke took a moment to think about how things were with the gang… things were not going smooth to say the least, two of his boys were caught during a heist, it caused the rest of the gang to become wary about what they’re doing, they were in a vulnerable position and could be targets for another gang attack. he sighed, taking another hit. 

‘it’s been okay…the office has been rather quiet recently…not much action…’ he told you half a lie. you didn't really know the full his nature of work, he told you he worked in a firm when you first met to cover his tracks. any time you asked about his work he'd avoid talking too much about it.

‘i’m sure things will pick up again soon.’ you smiled genuinely as you stood up slowly again. 

it hurt his heart to lie to you but he had no choice. it pained him even more knowing this was the last time he’d see you…

ryusuke sighs at the memory as he reaches out for the pack of cigarettes at his bedside table along with his lighter. you guys hadn’t done anything significant that night, it was like any of the other nights you shared enjoying each others company. at times he wishes he could’ve been more honest with you in your relationship, especially that night. 

‘i miss you…’ he says quietly looking down the small photo he had of you inside the locket that hung around his neck. you were the one that had given him that necklace.

ryusuke's mind goes back slowly to another memory as he stared at your picture.

‘what’s that around your neck?’ ryusuke pointed at your chest, touching the locket lightly, brushing past your boob. you were both a little drunk and handsy, the two of you shared a bottle of red.

‘this? it’s just a necklace, i bought it a while ago at a flea market because it was cute.’ your heart jumped at his sudden touch but you shrug it off as you look down at your chest, grabbing a hold of your necklace, trying to play it cool. 

‘can i have a closer look at it?’ ryusuke asked staring deeply at the necklace. 

‘uh sure…’ you slowly take the necklace off and hand it to him. you were a little confused as to why he was so engrossed by it but you didn't mind showing him. your chest now felt expose so you placed your hand over it.

he hummed as he looked closer at it from all angles and dangled it in front of you. ‘this is a locket.’

‘what? no it’s not, it’s just a pend-‘ 

‘no look-‘ ryusuke held the pendant on it's side, tearing it open revealing it as a locket. ‘it’s a locket darlin.’

you gasped, falling into laughter and into ryusuke’s lap as you had no idea. ‘do you want it? since you figured that out.’

‘what? you want me to have this?’ he looked down at you in slight disbelief.

‘yeah, why not, you can add a little picture of me and wear me everywhere.’ you winked and joked, feeling a little flirty due to the alcohol which caused him to grin widely.

‘okay let me take a picture of you now then’ ryusuke pulled out his antique polaroid camera, facing it down in your direction. ‘…ready…’

‘wait no! my hair. let me sit u- can we do this tomorrow? i wasn’t prepared for th- ' you panic at his sudden action.

‘aaaaaaandddd smileeeee’

you quickly forced a smile as you knew there was no getting through to your drunk boyfriend when he put a camera in front of you. the camera flashed brightly and an image began to print.

ryusuke smiled grabbing the photo and laying it to the side.

‘i know that photo is sh-‘

‘be quiet and let it appear, i know it’s the most beautiful picture i’ve ever taken.’ he didn't feel like listening to your negative comments, he truly saw you as an angel so it bothered him at times when you'd make such comments but understood it was just occasional insecurities coming through.

you rolled your eyes getting up from his lap to lean on his side instead, waiting with him. once the photo appears you just stared at it, unsure of whether you liked the picture or not and turned to ryusuke, surprised at how happy he looked.

‘ray-‘

‘this is the best locket photo in the world darlin’ thank you.’ ryusuke planted a kiss on your cheek, making you to blush, you look away from him and he chuckled at your reaction, finding it cute how bashful you could be at times.

he stood up to look for some scissors, cutting around the image carefully and placed it into the locket, clasping it around his neck.

‘you’re now with me whenever i go.’ he smiled softly, walking back towards you and planted another kiss but this time on your lips ever so sweetly, leaning so slightly as you were still sat on the couch.

you returned the kiss and smiled up at him. 

'you truly are with me forever y/n' he falled back on his bed again remembering another memory, putting his cigarette out lazily with his arm stretched out to his ashtray.

[cartooncadet666]

In the garden, where it was sealed off by the rest of Pac-World and only available to see by those who knew about the area, the scientist flew through the gate where a tombstone covered in flowers and gifts from past soldiers and Freedom Fighters stood still in the ground.

He stared down at the grave, seeing his own name on the very stone, feeling guilty for even working for Betrayus, yet did he have a choice? No he didn't. He was a ghost now, and at this time whenever anyone sees a ghost they immediately assume that they are as evil as that war criminal.

It was 5:00 in the morning, people were still getting up to try and start the day, yet he decided to see if they still kept the same area the same, which they did. Dr. Buttocks hovered down and sat on the ground, finding some newly put cards and toys on his grave, it seemed that despite what he was doing now, people of the Round House and those that fought alongside the Freedom Fighters still paid their respects to him, since he himself never planned to go against his own race.

Meanwhile, a young Pointyhead had just planted his ship near the hidden garden, Axis, one of the youngest ones that participated in the third invasion, and he held the gold traced locket in his hands. He was a nice one, selfless unlike the others, and by curiosity and mainly morals, he decided to try and give back the locket to its owner. So he waddled around the garden, playing a bit in the small stream before spotting the scientist by his grave.

Not meaning to be rude, he quietly made his way towards the grave, accidentally stepping on a twig and causing the noise to make the other slightly turn his head from the sound. Axis breathed in from anxiety and watched the scientist's movements, feeling more off on how calm he was.

"...Hello to you too young man.. Any curiosity being the cause of that?"

Axis froze and winced. "Um.. No sir.. I was hoping to return something to you.. You left it during my kind's invasion..."

Dr. Buttocks stood silent, his hood still covering his back and head, but his medium length hair falling out of the hood anyways. "..Thank you son. Come. Sit with me."

Not wanting to annoy him with his presence, the young Pointyhead obeyed and sat by the ghost, keeping his hands on his lap and looking at the beloved grave. Dr. Buttocks exhaled softly, touching a rose bouquet by its petal and letting the entire thing be engulfed in a calming and soothing wisp, which chirped and went back to dancing in his hand.

"Tell me... Have you ever experienced any kind of depression for great sacrifice?" Axis shook his head in response, watching the wisp dance and chirp happily in his hand.

The ghost brought out his robotic claw and let the wisp give him the energy of the roses. "Have you ever felt weak under someone's control?"

Axis pondered before nodding, listening to the scientist ramble on about more grieving like subjects.

"If you could only know, who I really was, before I arrived in his presence, from out beyond your watch. You would be amazed to find, my old beauty and my worth, what I sacrificed for my own kind, and what I did for their legacy to never burn..."

"Yet... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... I should have done more before my life had come to an end..."

"My brother had said to me that this pain will all be over soon.. Yet I wonder what they would think... This was our planet after all.. Our lives had a very high grasp of any fate... So I wonder what I could have done to support them more... I still feel that this world should belong to them.. And their hearts of gold.."

Axis just listened, shocked at feeling tears prick his eyes, than realizing that the atmosphere had suddenly turned very sorrowful, a blue radiance fulfilling every part of the garden, so he let his tears fall. He watched as the wisp started to cry as well, yet the ghost wiped the spirit's tears and let it be in the comfort of his presence.

"I'm also... very curious. I must say, I'm impressed by your species' ability to survive in any environment.. including our own.. Its such a strange trait of yours.."

"How else is being as fragile as a Pointyhead as yourself could live? Stronger than a powerful being such as a spirit like the war criminal himself?"

Axis frowned and stared at the ground, letting the tears pour down his face from the atmosphere's change.

"...But I cannot say anything.. Because this is where it happened... Where I was broken... All to support another being in order to protect those I loved..."

"I know how you feel sir..." Axis said, wiping his glossy eyes and giving a sense of positive energy in the gloomy time they were in. The ghost turned to look at him, his presence representing a fragile being who could shatter at any moment, tears were also dripping down his face, along with his hair falling down his shoulder.

"...I am surprised that any of your race is capable of understanding how I feel.. Its a shame..." He floated upwards. "There's a weapon that Lord Betrayus wants me to make that could destroy anything.... From a Pac-Worlder to a Pointyhead... But you don't deserve that pain.. do you?" He had a gentle and loving smile, one that made the young Pointyhead gaze up with more curiosity.

Dr. Buttocks knelt down and lifted his hood slightly, letting his gentle face and the little wisp to gaze down at Axis with a caring look. "You know... I really shouldn't be here.. But Im glad I was able to come back one last time... I can see through all of your struggles and successes, you will be able to heal soon... Just like me.." Axis smiled and handed the ghost his locket, in return, as a blessing, Dr. Buttocks let the wisp he created to be forever his, and forever, and nothing could ever change it, that same day the young Pointyhead was blessed by an Emoti, a misunderstood being that was able to have someone to understand them.

"Thank you Dr. Buttocks. I appreciate that you were able to come here again. You didn't deserve that fate, even this one. I hope you can heal soon sir." The young Pointyhead grinned, the wisp chirping back at the ghost. Dr. Buttocks smiled gently at him, setting his hood back on his head and handling his locket in his flipper like hand.

"Call me Brandi.." Was the last thing the ghost said before floating back to the Nether Realm.

Axis grinned and let the wisp float around his arm, waddling back to his small ship and starting it up. He then lifted the hovercraft off the ground and sped back into the sky, back to his planet and feeling great for returning something to someone and helping them feel comfort again.

(A few hours later...)

The President was leading a man and his sons towards the hidden tombstone, he was thanking him for coming to the Round House, although he was still uneasy for why he wanted to pay his respects to the secret grave so bad.

"I appreciate you arriving here Mr. Loverman, I hope you enjoy your time here at the Veterans memorial, Pac Man and his friends have been working very much for this to be comfortable to all of you." Stratos chuckled to himself, his guards following not too long behind.

"No, thank you for inviting me Mr. President. It's been a while since my ex wife went missing, honestly I'm glad we're able to share the memory with her. Maybe we can give some more knowledge to the young heroes as well." Sebastian Loverman, ex husband yet still a close friend to Aurora Borealis, who was a loyal soldier to the Freedom Fighters and to the nation for many years, yet strangely just like Pac's parents, she disappeared many years ago with bleak tracks, in her and other Pac Veterans honor, they were hosting a celebration to represent all of the support they had to win against Betrayus's forces.

"Oh I'm sure they will be very grateful for that, we all need to pay so many things back to those we lost, but at least we're still standing." The President clasped his hand together and opened the gate to the grave, letting the other man's sons to go inside and then himself while the guards stayed outside.

Sebastian's eldest of the two, a young adult, knelt down and placed a bronze rose creation by a few pictures, smiling to himself after reading the writing on the tombstone. He gazed up at the President with an optimistic yet sad look.

"Do you think he'll ever try to come back to you if he could?" He asked.

Stratos smiled sadly. "He inspired so many things in our team before his death, I am sure that one day he will come back in our embrace Fadil."

The young man nodded and stood up, looking at the youngest and encouraging him to place his gift down on the grave, which the younger one was often glancing at the President uncomfortably before he knelt down and placed a canvas of some sort.

The canvas had a light grayish blue Pac-Worlder who was sitting by a window with a book in hand, his mustache was curling at the ends, his hair was tied back in a low ponytail with strands of hair sticking out over his eyes, he had red glasses, a prosthetic arm, and a pin in his hair. His eyes were closed, he looked peaceful sitting next to the window, like nothing could harm his soul. At the bottom of the well done canvas, there were words that read: "May you follow the path to comfort again, my oldest friend."

Sebastian smiled softly at his son and side hugged him, exiting the grave with his eldest and the President.

However the youngest stood by a little longer, when he looked back at the tombstone he spotted a trinket on top of the stone, it was traced by gold and it had a little note sticking out the bottom. By pure curiosity, he gently picked up the locket and opened the note, reading the following.

"As long as you follow it as well, I shall see you again, keep on smiling my little angel. You know I'll never leave you son, I will always be here, protecting you as my own child, you can promise that." - Your oldest friend

The youngest smiled and opened the locket, revealing the same man in the canvas side hugging his mother and father while past him and his brother stood in the middle together. He then placed the note inside of the trinket and caressed it, the same gentle smile on his face.

"Skeebo! Come on! We gotta meet Sir Cumference!" Hollered out Fadil, who was waiting for his little brother to exit the grave.

The youngest looked back and ran out, keeping the locket close to his heart. "Coming!" The freckled Pac-Worlder sprinted up the stairs to catch up with his family, leaving the garden alone.

Dr. Buttocks peered from behind a tree, and let more wisps inside of the grave, chuckling to himself. As soon as every wisp had energy from the gifts, they spread out and flew out of the garden while the scientist watched as they hovered out. He turned to face the wisp who had the energy of the canvas and whispered to it.

"Make sure you give him the flower little one." He placed a purple lily on the spirit's head, which it chirped and saluted, then flew towards the direction of the teen through the Round House.

The ghost smiled and put his hood back up, covering his face and floating back to his laboratory.

(Yes... Dr. Buttocks was always a good man in this au, in this au, if Dr. B lived, he would have been the one to raise Skeebo, technically he's his godfather, what do you guys think of this new detail?)

[bitchfitch]

"Soooo, Is Montgomery your given or surname?" Lou asked it without thinking much of it. It was an idle curiosity to him as he held a hand up to trace the lines of the rafters far above where he laid on the bed.

Montgomery couldn't answer. The simple question had his mind too busy getting lost in years long gone to do so.

Cadfael had asked the same of him once while laying in bed and watching Montgomery peel an orange for him. He'd been too weak to do it himself, the rind having not been the issue but the fiddly little scraps of sinew between the pieces. Cadfael always hated that texture. He hadn't asked that it be corrected today, but he hadn't needed to either.

"What difference does it make?" Montgomery had asked in return, handing him a cleaned piece.

"Just curious. I don't have a last name, so I wondered… If we got married, would you just lose your entire name?" he laughed to himself under his breath imagining some ball they would never go to even if he wasn't ailing, "And I present to you Crown Prince Cadfael and his lord-consort Mister too mysterious to tell anyone his damn name."

"I'm not being mysterious-"

"Oh I'm not being mysterious, I'm just acting brooding and tough by never telling my lover my name. I've sworn to protect him as his guard and so spend every waking hour with him, but I would never disgrace myself by giving him something to call me besides 'Montgomery' when he's just about to die from my mouth on his-"

"Stop, you can stop," Montgomery tried to hide his grin by turning to deposit a tangle of sticky orange bits on the desk behind him. "You've never seemed to mind calling me 'Monty'. Did something happen?"

"Why do you test me so? You're avoiding the question."

"You won't like the answer."

"Nuh uh. You know I love answers. All of them that I can get. I'll put the answer to this question in my big binder of most favorite answers."

It was an absurd statement, but the soft light in Cadfael's sunken eyes and the smile illuminating his gaunt face made it a moment Montgomery would never want to forget.

In the now, years and years after Cadfael had been lost to him, a monster who couldn't remember that sweet like then fresh and now rotten oranges moment had asked him the same question.

"Monty?" Lou turned to him. The faux face he wore moving across his liquid form in an uncanny imitation of what the action would have looked like on something made of flesh instead of water, "Hey, I didn't know it was such a sensitive topic-"

"Stop. It's fine." Montgomery turned back to his desk. hiding the stricken look he hadn't been able to stop.

"It doesn't Seem fine... Is it a big secret? Are you some kind of amnesiac like me and just pretending you're not to look all tough?" Lou carried all of Cadfael's endless curiosity with the same painful tactlessness. It made it impossible to not see that man long gone back to haunt him for what he had done.

Montgomery could feel Cadfael's locket burning against his skin. He'd worn it every day since Cadfael's death, but Lou could make that tiny tarnished silver secret feel like a brand over his heart with the slightest word.

"Surname." Monty answered shortly. "When I was adopted by the house I took the master's surname. Nobody knew my given name so I don't have one."

"That's it?" Lou huffed, "Come on, That Can't be it. You Never get all sad about the orphan thing. Come on, I promise I won't laugh. What's the big deal? Why are you all like this about it now?" he whined. He didn't remember being a pampered prince, but he still took being denied just as poorly.

"Lou, it doesn't concern you. Drop it or I'll see to you getting put back in the jar."

"You're no fun."

"It's not my job to be fun," he said, biting his tongue to bite back the second half of his habitual retort to Cadfael's misbehavior. It's not my job to be fun, it's my job to protect you. Again almost getting lost in memories only he held. It had been years and years, but still when he shut his eyes and scrubbed his hand over his face he half expected to turn to find Cadfael scowling back at him.

It wasn't his job to protect Lou. Cadfael is dead. He reminded himself that as Lou simmered behind him. Cadfael is dead. He's been dead for almost as long as he had been alive. There's been more years without him than Montgomery ever had with him. Cadfael is dead.

Lou made a sound that mimicked a huffy sigh. He didn't have lungs to do so unintentionally. It was a pointed expression of his displeasure that he couldn't remember he had once used to make his parents agree to let him court his guard.

"I'm going to the market to see if anyone is trying to sell my heart," he huffed again. He couldn't remember using that sound on his guard when he'd stayed up far too late in his god awful lab and needed to be carried back to bed.

Montgomery heard the sound of him dripping down under the floorboards. Disappearing between tiny cracks like he was stomping off and slamming the door behind himself as he so often did following those put on sighs.

He pulled the locket out from under his shirt. Small and tarnished and warm from his skin. He hadn't opened it in years.

Lou had seen him with it many times. Had seen him press a kiss to it before they went on hunts together. Had looped its chain over his fingers and begged and begged that Montgomery let him see inside. Lou wanted to know what Montgomery's tragically lost lover looked like. The one killed by a monster that looked like him.

Lou wanted to look and see if he'd recognize the picture within the tiny and tarnished silver shrine Montgomery guarded from him so fiercely.

Montgomery guarded it from him because he knew Lou would recognize the man within it.

Cadfael's heart, his devoted guard, his lover, and his butcher.

[edogawa-division]

ARB Birthday Special: Yuriko Kuromiya

~~ December 22nd ~~

“Death is not the opposite of life, but a part of it.”

Login Lines:

"A gift for me? Not that I'm ungrateful but may I ask why? " 

"Ah today's the day, isn't it? My birthday has once again sprung up on me."

Voice Lines:

"I was never one to celebrate my birthday, especially after Father's… passing. These last years with Kaoru and Kanra have changed my mind though." 

“Kaoru and Kanra woke up pretty early today to do breakfast in bed for me. I trust Kanra in the kitchen but Kaoru…. it's better that she not cook. I'm surprised I didn't wake to a burning home.” 

"I nearly threw a knife at my coworkers when they all sprung out to surprise me for my birthday. They're extremely lucky I was able to restrain myself. " 

"Today's a special day for me for another reason as well. I’ve never known my actual birthday as I was left at an orphanage with little paperwork. The matron didn't bother giving me one either. So I put down the day Father adopted me as my birthday."

"I've barely reached my mid-30s Kaoru. I don't need another reminder that I'm getting closer to 40. Also just for the jab at my age, I will go extra hard on your next training session. Kaoru where are you dragging me? My gifts outside? Oh, dear."

"Please tell me that's not what I think it is Kaoru. How did you even afford to get me a Bugatti? Okay, but why a car? I would've been happy with something small. I’ll give you that. I do love the adrenaline in my veins when speeding. Kaoru please stop finding videos of me. What I did in Hong Kong is supposed to be a secret.”

"Thank you Kanra. It's my job to make sure you're doing alright silly girl. *hugs* You’re worth it Kanra and never forget that. Now then I know for a fact you're hiding my gift in your jacket. *winks* That’s a secret.”

“It's lovely Kanra. *laughs* Okay okay I'm opening it. Are those pictures of? It's beautiful. I’ll treasure it until the day I die. Oh, Kanra what would I do without you in my life?”

Kaoru Lines:

"Happy Birthday Yuriko! 34 years old! Few more years and you'll be pushing 40. Please don't. I can still feel you slamming me on the training mat from last time. Come on! I got your gift outside! It's a great one if I do say so myself."

“Okay, I won't tell you then. Yuriko, I have a few hidden accounts filled with millions in each. Buying this? Barely put a dent in my funds. You're a speed demon, Yuriko. Don't think I haven't seen you pull moves straight out of a Fast and Furious movie. Like that time in Hong Kong? Coolest shit I've seen someone do with a car.”

Kanra Lines:

“Happy Birthday Yuriko-san! *pauses* Thank you for all you’ve done for me. I know that but I also know I'm not the easiest to raise. *sniffs* Okay but how did you know?”

“It's a locket! So that means you gotta open it! Ta-da! One side has a picture of your dad and the other side has a picture of me and Kaoru. I got it so we’ll always be close to your heart even if we’re not there with you!”

[regalityandcoffee]

Save a Prayer (18+) ( Regency era William Regal x OC)

"Unaware I'm tearing you asunder /Ooh, there is thunder in our hearts

Is there so much hate for the ones we love? /Tell me, we both matter, don't we?

Kate Bush, "Running Up That Hill (Deal With God)"

Summary: Raised to be a pious, stern, and unflinching man, Sir William Regal is not the best at expressing his feelings. By taking Thea to his private manor in the country, he hoped to have changed that. He may have made it worse. Inspired by a weird dream, this post and @kayfabebabe letting me talk for too long fehahfladvbdv

Warnings: Angst, fluff, typical class divide bullshit, a lil bit of blasphemy, oral, spicy times in the greenhouse. Have fun <3

This was not at all how he had planned this for the both of them. Whisking her away from the manor to his private home was supposed to bring them closer. The safety and shelter of the valley were supposed to shield them from the shame and anxieties of the outside.

Now, William couldn't even find her. His Thea. His sweet, precious girl who he couldn't bear to be separate from had slipped from his gaze and lost herself in the vastness of his estate.

He knew she had to be somewhere still on the property, her favorite necklace lay gently on the vanity in her bedroom, an item he learned quickly she'd rather die than part with. The tarnished, silver locket with ornate details sat abandoned on the table. He tucked it into the pocket of his suit coat, alongside his trusted pocket watch. Wherever she had wandered to, he would find her and put it back where it belonged: around her perfect neck. He looked around the empty bedroom, no clues except the absence of her necklace, the trunk of her clothing sat in front of the wardrobe, the bed made.

Where had she gone? He came back to here after searching the halls, the library, his office...

And then it hit him.

It was so obvious! Taking a glance out the window, he noted the dark cloud swirling ahead, looming over the valley. He had to bring her inside quickly. She was bound to catch sick if she spent too much time outside. Quickly, he hurried out of her bedroom and down the hall, exiting through the kitchen into the garden.

She was in the greenhouse, she had to be. That was one of the main reasons he had brought her here of all places. To impress her, to show not everything that surrounded him was cold, lifeless, or pretentious.

There were very few things in his life he would describe as pleasurable. Excluding her, that included his piano, his books, tea in the garden, and his greenhouse. He hadn't been in it in almost two months. Hopefully, it had been well cared for in his absence.

He shook these thoughts from his mind as he walked through the high, damp grass towards the building, fiddling with the lapel of his tailcoat as he passed under the swaying willow trees. He had done away with his waistcoat, left with just a plain white dress shirt and the black tailcoat, open, for it was practically just them on the property, there was no need for such extravagance. Still, he felt almost naked as he reached the doors, of the simple, stone shed. No matter how thick the garment, he always felt like she could see right through him. He never felt covered enough, he never felt clean enough around her.

It was an interesting, exhilarating kind of discomfort.

It panged in his chest as he noticed movement behind the intricate glass doors, their stained glass designs stopping him in his tracks. He'd been meaning to have them replaced for months, but each time he had the opportunity it slipped his mind. Shaking his head, William's hand hovered over the brass handle of one of the doors before slowly opening it. "Thea?" he called as he slipped inside, shutting the door behind him.

It felt colder than it should have been, he immediately took in as he looked around. Due to the time and the rolling black clouds, it was also darker than on an average day. Still, unmistakably stood the figure of his beloved, stumbling to get up at the back of the structure. Even in the dim light her stunning amber eyes of her splendid round face stopped him in his tracks and made his breath catch in his throat. The chemise gown she wore, blue as the clearest summer sky made her a vision, her tight, black curls out and untamed, around her head like a halo.

"Sir Regal?" She whispered.

Sir Regal. No pet name, not even just William. He felt like he'd been stabbed. He ignored it, walking to her down the path wearing into soul flanked by the flora of the house. Mon chéri, I've been looking for you everywhere, I-"

"I'm sorry, I was just leaving." Gathering her dress, revealing the matching blue slippers he had bought her, she stumbled as she made to exit. Quickly, he stood in her way. It struck him like lightning what was happening, the knife in his chest twisting.

"No, my apologies. I'm sorry if I frightened you, dear. It's just that it looks like rain and I was worried. You needn't leave just yet."

"But-" She wasn't looking at him, she was looking over his shoulder at the door. Anxious, She had let her dress fall back down, hands now fidgeting with her hands.

Look at me, he wanted to say. He wanted to take her chin in his hand and tug her up to look at him.

"Please," he didn't dare touch her, didn't dare grab her by the forearms and tell her to not look at him like that and spin her back around like he wished. "Please, go back and enjoy yourself. I'm sure we have time." He backed away, moving back to the front of the garden room to sit on the stone bench near the door rather than the one by the herbs where she just was.

Still, she stood in the path, now looking down at stones beneath her. "I was just.. I was just taking in the herbs." she raised her voice a bit. Just barely enough to hear above the now howling wind.

"I noticed."

"You have a lovely greenhouse, Sir Regal."

Don't call me that. His composure was hanging on by a thread. He leaned back, his head against the cold stone column behind the bench. "Thank you. I'm glad you're enjoying it." He needed to fix this. He needed to fix this, and quickly. "Tell me, how do you think the pineapples are doing? They were rather difficult plants to acquire and I desire your thoughts on how I'm caring for them."

Thea glanced over at the two plants, growing next to each other. "Um, they look well, not yet ready to be harvested. I would recommend waiting longer." She had more to say, he knew it. She loved to talk about exotic things and those were the ones he hoped would have impressed her the most. Yet she held her tongue, still standing in place and looking around.

She was uncomfortable in a place he had meant to be her paradise. He had spoiled it. Just his presence alone was enough to wilt her. William glanced out of the corner of his eye, raindrops were beginning to hit the windows. She hadn't seemed to notice, instead, kneeling down to look at the bundle of strawberry plants, most still green and not yet ripe. "I had those planted last month, by the way." Once he learned they were her favorite fruit he sent the seeds and a letter ordering for them to be planted immediately.

She nodded, hair obscuring her face. "They-they're doing well, too. Your gardeners must be very skilled."

"Yes, quite." He had no idea how long he could go on like this. Patience was not one of his stronger attributes, especially in matters like this. Outside, the rain picked up, pecking loudly against the glass. She looked up, eyes wide.

"Oh, dear, I forgot to bring a parasol..."

"That is alright, we shall just wait until it passes then." Why didn't it occur to him to bring one as well? He looked around. There was none in the greenhouse, just a few tools someone had forgotten to place back in the garden shed.

"But, Sir, it is not too bad, if we hurry we c-"

"Nonsense, Thea," he interrupted. "This house is safe, I promise you. I would rather stay here for a bit than risk having you out there for a second. I cannot stomach the thought of you growing ill. I would never forgive myself, you know that."

The look on her face was unreadable as she stared out the glass.

"Thea, come here." He lifted his hand, crooking his finger.

She looked at him, eyes wide like a hare caught in a trap. "Why?" She backed away, hand against the wall, the other against her chest.

"I have something for you, please." It took every muscle he had to stay put. To let her come to her on her own. "Something important, my dear." he took the locket out of his pocket, dangling it for her to see.

"Oh, goodness." she stumbled away from the wall.

"Are you going to come for it or should I come to you, love?"

"...I- I can-"

He sighed, getting up from the bench and walking towards her. "Thea. This has gone on long enough."

"Sir Regal, I-"

"Why are you calling me that?" He was in front of her now, just next to the bed of Forget-Me-Nots, The locket balled in a fist by his side. "Thea, we are alone. You have no reason to call me that title in private. "

"I was just-"

"Just what?" He said, exasperated. "Why did you come here alone without telling me? I looked everywhere, my love. Why are you running from me?"

"I did not run!" she protested, her voice brittle. Their eyes met. Hers was glossy as if tears were soon to fall. Rapidly she blinked and looked past him. "I did not flee, I did not run."

"Was this some sort of test? To see if I would hunt for you?"

"No! Why on Earth would you think-"

"You should know that is a test I will accept every time, my girl," he stepped behind her. "I would search the corners of the globe for you. I would kill for you. I live for you." William lifted the locket, unclasping it "Lift your hair for me, dear."

She hesitated but still did as he asked. He moved closer, her face inches from his chest as he fastened the piece of jewelry around her neck. They stood there, her hands at her sides, his now on her shoulders. She shifted her weight, anxious underneath his palms.

"Regarde moi, Thea."

She lifted her head, eyes giving away the sorrow in her heart as tears pooled in the corners on slipped down a cheek as her lip quivered. This was it. He was officially a monster. No better than a common beast. All he had wanted was to make her happy, and now she was with him in more pain than he had ever seen.

"My love, I would die for you. "

"But would you change for me?"

"What?''

"Sir-"

"Thea,"

"Sir William, I-"

"Not that either. No titles. Just William, please don't make me say it again."

She shook her head. It was as if she was gathering all the strength in her to say what she wanted to next. Her forehead creased, until finally she looked up and cried...

"William, why do you ignore me in public?"

His eyes widened, completely stunned. "I-"

"Please," She rested her head on his chest, stumbling into him. His arms embraced her quickly. "I'm so tired."

"My dear!" He held her as she trembled, as her whimpers turned to sobs against him.

"I'm...not asking for affection in public... I just don't want you to ignore me anymore!"

"My girl, I'm so sorry, I'm-"

"Why don't you want people to see us? Is it your friends? Is it because I'm just a cook, just a Captain's daughter?"

"Thea, no!" William wiped the tears from his eyes with his coat sleeve. "My girl, please, don't say things like this. You're exquisite, you're-"

"You're ashamed of me!"

"I am obsessed with you! Ardently! I grow sick at the thought of you being too far from me! For Christ's sake what makes you think for a second I am ashamed of you?!" he didn't want to raise his voice, he knew that would make it worse, but the growling tone had already escaped his throat and he couldn't fight it back. His eyes stung as he fought back his own tears.

"I love you, William, but it hurts." Thea broke him out of his thoughts, making to push away, but he just held her tighter.

"Je suis désolé. "He had been a fool not realize it before. The meager, soft goodbyes she would give him as they separated from their trysts in empty halls, empty rooms. The dark forests, the garden early in the morn before the moon disappeared from the sky. Stealing her away to his bedroom, sneaking in the dark through the worker's quarters to slip in out through her window, in and out through her door. Glances quickly broken in public, not daring to meet each other's eyes where others could see, where others could wonder. "J'ai été si égoïste."

It was not enough for her. At least they felt the same.

Outside, thunder had come to play, softly rumbling in the sky, as if whoever reigned above was displeased by the sight before them.

"I am ashamed of myself, Thea. Not only for the aches I have caused you, but the existence I lead. You do not deserve to suffer a life of meaningless banter and hedonism."

She looked up, confused. "Hmh?"

"My love," he lifted a shaking hand to her face, gently caressing the side, wiping away tears with his thumb. "There is more to me than you know. Things I keep buried, away from your beautiful eyes. I am a man cursed with a tainted past, present and bloodline. You have only seen the surface, and if it was my choice it would stay that way."

"I...I do not understand."

"And I pray- I beg that it stays that way." He kissed her temple, a hand in her soft hair bringing her head back to his chest. "The crowd I've surrounded myself with is not safe for you. They are selfish and arrogant and sybaritic. I wish for you not to mingle with them. I want better for us. And we will have better... I promise this is for you, I promise. I love you, Thea."

"William-" her choked sobs had died down, a hiccup slipping out though he knew she was fighting to regain her composure.

"Je vous aimerai toujours, Thea. That is why I've stolen you away from the world, where I can show you that in safety and peace. Where I can care for you the way you were meant to be cared for."

"We cannot stay here forever, William."

"I know. But we have now, we have this fortnight, and I swear by all the blood that is in me we will have forever soon. "

Thea pulled away to look up at him again, white marks where tears one lay wet were drying against the umber skin of her face. "...I want to trust you, William."

"Then trust me, s'il te plaît. Mon amour, I beg you to trust me. "

The seconds passed like decades before she finally nodded. "I trust you."

"Thank you. That is all I will ever ask of you."

They stood in each other's embrace, safe from the rain and wind outside. She snuggled closer to his chest. Even in the warmth of the house, it suddenly occurred to him she also didn't have a coat or a shawl.

"Thea, are you cold?''

"No, I'm alright."

"Do you need anything? You worried me when you fell against me. We should sit you down."

"No, no, please. I'm fine, dear." Dear. There she was. There was the woman he loved. "But.."

"But?"

"Nevermind."

"Thea, mon amour, tell me. Tell me what you need from me."

"...will you kiss me, William? Please?"

"Toujours, ma chère, Thea," He smiled for the first time all day. Such beautiful, full lips she had. It felt almost tragic that this would be the first kiss since they arrived. He pressed his against hers. Any more seconds he spent talking felt like seconds wasted.

Her hands gripped the lapels of his coat, tugging him down a bit more. She had needed this, more than he could ever understand. Her lips parted for him with ease, hand on the small of her back desperately he pulled her nearer. If he could fuse with her he would, if he could have her every thought, every drop of blood in her he would. The best he could do was have his tongue in the passionate, warm cavern of her mouth, mingling with hers.

The best he could do was be inside of her.

These thoughts plagued him with every needy tug at his coat, every noise she made against him as he moaned in their embrace. He wanted to touch her, wanted to tear her gown and have her up against the wall, on the bench, standing up. He wanted his hands on her breasts, his fingers inside of her, to touch, to grip her soft, plump thighs. Anything would do, as perverse and crass as it was. Her tears should be brought from pleasure, not from sadness or fear. He wanted to please her, wanted to make this right for her. Get her out of her head, even if it was just for this time.

As if she had read his mind, Thea pulled away, panting. "Oh, heavens."

"Are you alright, my sweet?"

"I'm just fine, William. Your kisses are just so much." Her lips had formed a smile. Goodness gracious, he swore her smile could cure an illness, any pain he had. It could bring him back to life if he fell before her.

"Are you satisfied, mon amour? Or do you need more from me?

"More?"

"Yes, dear. I need to apologize properly for breaking your heart."

"Wh- what do you mean?"

"Back against the wall for me, s'il te plaît." He let go of her, motioning for her to with his hand. Though she looked thoroughly confused, she did as asked. He got on his knees, stains from the soil or fallen petals be damned. In front of her, he looked up, smiling. "Don't look so concerned, my flower. You're going to enjoy this, as you always do."

"Are you-"

"Only if you allow it."

"P-please? Please? "

"As you wish, mon amour," he lifted the front of her gown, her legs bare -free from tights- now visible. Gently, he lifted a leg and put it over his shoulder, other hand on her other thigh as she adjusted herself. He kissed the softness of her inner thigh, nibbled at the skin gently. He pushed the gown up more, until it was over his head "Grab my hair, Thea, you'll need something to hold on to."

"Won't- I'll hurt you!"

"Please, I deserved the pain. I want it. Indulge me, my sweet."

She raked her hands in his blonde tresses. "I-, William-"

"Hold on to me properly, Thea."

"Yes, William," she said softly. A hand grabbed a fistful of hair. Good enough. He moved his head back between her thighs, his tongue licking past her soft folds till he found her weakness, found the bundle of nerves that would make her senseless. His lips wrapped around it, sucking and teasing her as she whimpered and bucked against him, hand tugging at him.

"William, s'il te plaît, s'il te plaît..."

"Mmmhm" William moaned against her, his shaft beginning to harden in his trousers from her words. Her sensitive nub swelled under his cruelty. He abandoned it, licking down to taste what secreted from her entrance. Oh how he wished to bring his fingers inside her, but he needed his other hand to help steady her. Though his tongue could only go so far he probed and teased her entrance, drawing out whines and mewls until they turned to begging once his lips were around her again. She tugged at him hard, his squeezed his eyes shut tighter as his face was pushed more against her. He wouldn't in a million years complain though, moaning as she used him.

With a few flicks of his tongue she was over the edge, crying out, pulsing against him. Still, relentless, he kept at her, easily making her climax twice more before her begging turned to cries of mercy.

He pulled his head away, gasping for air, licking his lips and corners of his mouth as he brought her quivering leg down from his shoulder and helped her to sit in his lap. He wiped his face with his sleeve before kissing her cheek, kissing away fresh tears from her as the storm continued outside. He pushed his hair from in front of his face.

"That was.. so..."

"Tell, mon amour, tell me how good I'm treating you."

"I want you William, please," She clutched his coat, her face against his chest once more.

And I need you, he thought to himself as he took his coat off and set it on the ground "Lay down on that for me."

She crawled off him, spreading the coat out more on the greenhouse floor, as much as she could without crushing the flowers by them. He bit his lip at the sight of her bent over, on all fours. She laid down, hands to her chest, Eyes full of desire and trust as he pushed her gown up above her hips, admiring the tawny marks that marked her skin like lightning, like waves. The slickness, the sweat on her thighs from making a thorough mess of her just minutes before. He unbuttoned his trousers, doing his best to free his shaft for her. Just in time, for he was beginning to leak precum.

"Tu as l'air divin," he whispered as he got on top of her, as she wrapped her legs around him. She was that and more. She was truly divine, she was truly the holiest thing he had ever known.

"Please, William, please," Thea's arms went around him, hands clutching the back of his shirt. The look in her eyes could make the cruelest of men waver.

The head of his aching cock pressed against her entrance, slowly sinking into her soaking heat. He sighed. It had only been a few days since the last time he'd been in her, and yet it felt like a century. She gasped and writhed underneath him, she never seemed to get use to his girth.

He stayed still as she shifted her hips, her walls around him felt like heaven.

"I'm ready, mon chéri." Oh how he loved when she spoke French back to him! He moved, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm against her own, until he could no longer contain himself, no longer hold back the urges he'd been fighting down. How could he hold himself back when he was caught in the rapture of her?

"Oh, oh God..."

His thrust turned quicker, harder, he brought them so he was kneeling in front of her, her legs moving to his lower back as he steadied himself with his hands on other side of her hips, her lower back lifted of the ground she lay at his mercy, the sound of his hips against her the squelch of his cock in her honeyed heat heard through the gaps between thunder.

"Te sens divin!"

"Oh God, oh God-"she sobbed, "Oh God, oh God!"

"Don't cry, for him, cry for me, Thea!" he damn near begged as he pounded into her. "Only me! Only me, please, only-" her thighs squeezing around him, her cries, her-

"William, please, have mercy, I'm coming, oh William oh Wiiliam!"

This was nirvana.

"Cry for me, only me, yes, Thea, yes" he stroked in her as she pulsed, as she tightened around him for as long as he could until his own coil snapped. He filled her and he filled her well, she drained him for everything her had. Breathless, he rocked in her still as they both came down from their highs.

The rain had calmed, less loud, barely audible over the sound of breaths escaping her heaving bosom and his own chest. He pulled out of her, slowly, unwrapping her legs from him and laying her back down on the ground gently.

"Are you alright?"

Rapidly she nodded, she slowly raised an arm. ""Hold me, please."

He did as told, pulling her on top of him, laying with her on the cold of the ground. "Was I too rough?"

"No, you were perfect. I needed you so much."

"As did I. I always need you."

They laid there together, listening to the rain, listening to the sound of each others breathing, finally free in each others embrace, at least for a while.

He meant what he said, he did not speak that way because of lust. He meant it with all his heart. He wanted her only for him. No other man, no other person, no other god.

Only for him. And he for her.

-Fin.-

[brxken-and-jagged-edges]

Live reaction to Creep (2014)

Why does this dude sound like my Julian Solomita

"what if this is just some 40 something sitting alone in her apartment waiting for a young handsome boy for give rubdowns and money and sweet nothings to"

Is... Is he gonna answer the door?

Film guy looks like my coworker

He looks like he's in truckee. I know he probably isn't but it looks like it

SLAMMED IN THE CAR JUST "Hi"

Scared the shit out of me

"you have a really nice, kind face."

Hugs

Why does he have an ass pocket on his leggings. Why is he wearing leggings

Cancer survivor, weird brain things

Oh weird brain things is a tumor

Okay making a movie for his unborn son

Wait if he has a wife where is she?

Hugs again

Okay mans got paid

"I'm gonna go get in the tub" WHAT

NAKEY

"Tubby time" huh

Man this is WEIRD

Aaaand he's suicidal

Down he goes

SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME AGAIN

Werewolf mask

Peachfuzz?????

Aaaand he's singing

"Let's go cure some cancer!!"

He's gone again

Where he go

FUCKINY JUMPSCARED

"that's what it feels like when you're gonna die" bro WHAT

Standard "do you think I'm an axe murderer"

"do you remember how do get back?" "No"

It's a little heart in the rocks, that's kinda cute

So many hugs

"J+A" in a heart that's kinda gay

"have you ever done anything you're really ashamed of?" Well that's definitely a conversation starter

Film guy talking about peeing himself

He took pictures of film guy and doesn't know why??? Okay

I have a whole hour left of this

He's convincing film guy to drink and not leave yet. I have a feeling this is gonna get weird

Jumpscared AGAIN SERIOUSLY

He's offering film guy a ton of money

Oh god he saw beastiality on his internet history, thought it was his wife, bought the wolf mask, broke into his own cabin, tied her up, and had sex with her

Film dude can't find his keys

Uh oh

"did I freak you out with my rape story?" What

Film dude is getting anxious about everything

I think film dude just drugged the dude

Yep. Sleepin like a rock

Talking- MASTURBATING IN HIS SLEEP WHAT

BROTHER???

Where is he???

Uh oh

Doors open, that can't be good

Don't go out there film dude that's a bad idea that's -OH GOD

Creepy dude just scared me AGAIN

And now he's crying

Wait but if that story was true then he ra- his sister- oh god

He's standing at the front door with the mask

Camera is now outside, I think he just killed film dude

And put him in trash bags

And he is digging very poorly

And there is 25 mins left

Okay film dude is still alive and he's home

Film dude having weird dreams about creepy dude

He got a package he didn't order

No return address

Hello guys welcome to my unboxing video today we're gonna be unboxing

What is it

What is it

A knife.

And a dvd.

And a baby wolf plushie.

The baby wolf plushie has something in it

A locket?

Locket music box?

That says J+A forever

Of course the cops are doing nothing

Weird noise

LOUD NOISE

Turned in rhe lights and grabbed the knife

THE WAY HE'S STANDING THERE WITH THE KNIFE AOFJDJSN

Creepy dude is right outside the door

Oh no

Don't open the door my dude

Oh god film dude is being filmed while he sleeps

He's taking a lock of film dudes hair

"my last video"

Oh so he lied about everything

Don't go to the place

He went to the place

He's filming it

[chainsaw buzzing] is what the caption s said and I don't trust anything

Oh hell no he has the wolf mask

And THE AXE OH GOD

BRO TURN AROUND

BRO

BRO

Oh god

Creepy guy now has the camera

He jumpscared himself lol

Oh he now has another

Oh dear

That's a lot of tapes

Final thoughts

I would give this a solid 7.5/10. I really like that it didn't have any gore, and I really like the style of filming it had. It was weird as shit, and I was confused a good portion of the movie.

[authorautumnbanks]

How To Tame A Sorcerer (58)

Series Master list

Satoru rolls over and props his head up with his palm. He traces an infinity symbol into Kagome's cheek. His fiancé. If he had a choice, which he likes to think that he does, she'll soon be his wife. They just need to get on a plane tomorrow and plan a quick destination wedding. He smiles softly, despite the anxiety thrumming through his veins.

Halloween.

His least favorite holiday. One in which every curse and curse user likes to mingle with all the unsuspecting civilians gathered together. And this year, the death of two students weighs heavily on his chest. They weren't even his responsibility, but he feels like something should have been done. As a whole, the jujutsu world is cold. It does not help that Gakuganji once again tried pinning everything on Yuji.

Have some curses become bolder? Sure. But the sutras they had wrapped around Sukuna's fingers were - are fading. That is not on Yuji.

It's just a fucked-up situation.

Satoru huffs.

"That better be a sigh of bliss," Kagome mumbles, nuzzling closer to his hand. "Pre-marital bliss." She laughs to herself.

He doesn't have the heart to tell her that her joke is not funny, though his heart jumps at the thought of them being practically married. Even Sesshomaru acknowledges that they are mates. For whatever reason, Sesshomaru's acknowledgment actually means something to him. Maybe it is because he can tell that Sesshomaru is strong. He has to be if they consider him the lord of demons.

Man, what he would give just to fight Sesshomaru just once to see how he stacks up against an ancient demon. He wonders just how old Sesshomaru is. Sometimes Shippo says some things that remind him that despite their youthful appearance, these demons are really freaking old.

"You're cute." He pinches her cheek. "Almost as cute as me."

"Oh, whatever." Kagome rolls over to her side. Satoru dips his head and kisses her neck; his hands caress her growing bump. "Tickles."

Kagome brushes his hands away, but he puts his hands right back where they belong. He does not think he will ever tire of touching her. Even if it is just a hand on her back, he just needs it as much as he needs air to breathe. Kagome is in his veins and he would not have any other way.

"I'll probably be late tonight. Halloween - all holidays really are pain." These days, he gets home late every day, but tomorrow they will be on a first-class ticket to somewhere far, far away from Japan. Probably the wrong time to be taking a vacation with all the shit going on, but if there's anything he's learned over the years is that there is always a problem that needs solving. Though this year he can delegate and not have to worry too much about the troubles his students might get into. That Shippo is turning out to be a pretty handy fox to keep around.

"That reminds me!" Kagome shimmies out of his hold and pulls out a necklace from the nightstand. "I got you something." She holds up the necklace. Now he can see that it is a locket.

Wait. He squints at it.

"Is this enchanted? It has your same glow." He sits up and takes it from her. It's gold and in the shape of a heart. Their names are etched onto both sides.

When did she buy this? He doesn't pay too much attention to the amount of money she spends, but surely, he would have noticed a jewelry purchase. Satoru runs his hands along the locket. This had to go for a hefty price. The craftsmanship is practically jumping off of the locket.

"Yep! It's made from my hair since I couldn't exactly donate one of my teeth to make it."

"I'm sorry what? His mouth drops open in shock and he can't do anything but stare at her.

Kagome beams at him, practically preening at her confession. She made this with her hair?

"Back up a second. What do you mean you made it from your hair? And teeth?"

The heck is she talking about? He wills the locket to share its secrets with him because there is absolutely no way that she had a locket made with her hair. Unless she put her hair inside of it? He pops it open, but the only thing inside is a picture of them on one side and a picture of their baby on the other.

He smiles despite himself seeing the life that they created. Satoru never imagined that he would be a father or even in a relationship, for that matter, but Kagome makes it hard to not love her.

"I didn't make it from my teeth, silly. I can't regrow my teeth like Sesshomaru and the others. So, I used my hair."

Gojo shuts his mouth and squints.

That explains the haircut.

"I wanted to give you a little more protection. And I know you're the strongest, but it would make me feel better knowing that you have some extra protection, just in case."

His heart skips a beat and then speeds up to regain its natural rhythm. She got him a gift that can help protect him? He clutches the locket. "Did you ask Sesshomaru to make it?"

"Oh, no." She laughs. "Sesshomaru is great at a lot of things, but sword making and such is so not his thing. I asked him if Totosai was around, so he took me to see him. Sesshomaru got a sword made, too, but he said it was not for him." Kagome leans in and whispers, "I think he's got a crush or something. He gave Totosai a tooth to have a special sword made."

Sesshomaru with a crush? Satoru grits his teeth to stop the laughter from bubbling over. Kagome looks so happy and earnest at this latest find, so he just let's her continue to gossip about who this mystery woman could be.

"She must be the complete opposite of him. I could not imagine him going for someone that says so few words. Nah, someone would have to be the talkative one of the pair."

"Maybe it is a gift for the baby?" He puts the locket on and gives a one shoulder shrug at her stupefied expression. "What? Shippo said that Sesshomaru was going to give the kiddo a dragon egg. Which dragons don't exist, right? Shippo was just fucking with me?"

"There are dragons. Though I'm surprised that Sesshomaru has an egg. Maybe Ah Un laid one?" She taps her finger to her lips. "I don't know that much about them. Maybe two headed dragons are just different."

... Two headed? Now his head hurts. How is he supposed to explain a dragon? He's still dodging questions about what kind of power Kagome has.

"But why would he give the baby a dragon egg? Where the heck would we even hide one of those? They are massive. And last I checked, they cannot shrink like Buyo Jr." Kagome continues to rant, all the while Satoru feels more dread building up in his gut.

Seriously, how is he supposed to hide a freaking dragon?

"And then Megumi-kun will take it and then we would have to figure out how to keep other people from worrying about why he has a dragon."

Megumi? Satoru coughs. Someone is still a little peeved that Buyo Jr. chose Megumi over them.

"We might look into rebuilding the clan house. There would be enough room for a dragon there." He hopes. The only thing he has to go off on is the dragons that he has seen in the media. "If you don't mind taking over that project."

"You want me to rebuild your clan house?"

"You'll be a Gojo soon. Not that I don't like we're we live, but if we are getting a freaking dragon or whatever creature your friends want to give to us, then we should probably look into a more secluded home."

While they are at it, maybe he will ask her to bless the area. Something about living in a spot where his clan members were brutally murdered seems like prime real estate for curse activity.

Kagome scrunches up her nose. He may not be a mind reader, but he can tell what kind of thoughts are running rampant in her mind. She has gotten more comfortable using his money- their money - but there are still times where she hesitates.

"It just seems really expensive, and you paid a lot of money for this house."

"Yeah, don't worry about a budget. I'll get you connected with a builder and you can go from there. The only thing I request is a similar bathroom set up." Finding a bathtub that can accommodate him can be difficult. Satoru leans over and kisses her cheek. She worries too much about such trivial things such as money. He has way more money than he could ever spend with being a special grade sorcerer and then having access to the Gojo clan's resources.

Money is the least of their worries.

"Well... okay," she says, though he can tell that she is still a little unsure.

"It would mean so much to me knowing that you are building the home for our children and their children."

"Aren't you going to be late for work?" Kagome huffs. The blush spreads across her face and dips down to her cleavage. It's crazy to him how flustered she gets.

"You're so cute." This time, he kisses her lips before sliding out of bed. He really, really, does not want to go into work today. He would rather get on the plane to their destination. Which he still does not know where they are going. Kagome said it was a surprise. He would follow to the south pole if she chose. Just as long as he is with her, he does not care where they are.

Satoru grabs his phone from his nightstand and pinches the bridge of his nose. A Shibuya kind of day, huh? He yawns and sets the phone back down. "Any plans for today?" he asks on his way to the bathroom. Go for causal, he tells himself. Up to him, he would have her stay in the house, but he knows if he tells her not to do something, the more likely she is to do that something.

Kagome is stubborn. She's lucky she is so cute.

"Sesshomaru mentioned going out because it is the one day that they do not have to wear their glamor out in public. I think they like to believe that they are getting over on the unsuspecting humans."

Satoru splashes water on his face. Makes sense. But he does not like it. "Cool, so you two are just gonna go sightseeing then?" He grabs his toothbrush and brushes his teeth.

"Yep! I'll even get to have my bow and no one will bat an eye," she replies, with so much joy in her voice that he keeps his concerns to himself. Sesshomaru would not let anything happen to Kagome, that much he knows.

"You gon wear a priestess outfit without me?" he asks, his voice slightly muffled from the toothbrush in his mouth.

Kagome sticks his head into the bathroom. "Is that code for role play? Big, bad, sorcerer, corrupts the pure priestess."

Satoru barks out a laugh. There is nothing pure about the things she does, but because he values his life, he keeps that opinion to himself as well. Rinsing his mouth, he reaches for a towel to wipe his face.

"Keep it up and I'll call in sick."

"You never get sick, remember?" Kagome laughs and side steps his attempt to grab her.

Tease.

It was not as though he was gonna bend her over the bathroom counter or anything, because he totally was - he still could...

His phone rings, forcing his thoughts to float away into the shoulda coulda box in his mind. "Seriously," he mumbles, hitting the light switch on his way out. Satoru hits the end button and shoots off a text to Ijichi instead.

One would think that Ijichi would know by now that he cannot be rushed. He'll start his day when he feels like it.

"Be nice to Ijichi," Kagome yells from downstairs and he's tempted to teleport to where Ijichi is just to bully him.

"I'm always nice." He trots down the stairs and heads towards the kitchen. "Coffee," he says, staring longingly at the coffee pot. "Join me in the bath after?"

Kagome snorts. "The faster you go in, the faster you'll get off, and the faster we'll be on the plane."

She's got him there.

"But we could meet up for lunch and you can see my outfit."

He pauses. Any other day he would agree without question, but today when something always wants to pop off? Ugh. "Maybe...my schedule is pretty packed today. I don't know if I'll have much of a lunch break today."

Kagome frowns and places her hands on her hip. "You don't want to get lunch with me?"

"I didn't say that." He jumps at the coffee pot dinging and grabs two mugs for them. "I'm just saying that we should play it by ear."

His phone rings again.

Can he just enjoy his morning?

"What?" he answers, holding the phone between his ear and shoulder while he prepares his and Kagome's coffees. He puts just a hint of sugar in Kagome's mug. Just because he likes a lot of sugar in his coffee, doesn't mean his baby should be getting a lot.

"We really need to get to Shibuya," Ijichi says, his voice just barely wavering. "I'm outside your house."

Satoru rolls his eyes. As if he didn't know Ijichi was outside his house.

"Like now? I've got at least another hour before work." Satoru winks at Kagome, ignoring the pang in his chest.

"Someone stole the bodies of Miwa and Mechamaru and strung them up outside the station."

"Sounds like someone is getting into the spirit of Halloween," he quips and exchanges his mug for a travel one instead. "I haven't even taken a bath yet."

"You take your baths at night," Kagome says.

"Gome-chan!" he admonishes, though he's sure Ijichi couldn't hear her. "Anyway, I'll be out. Give me a moment." He ends the call. Why didn't Ijichi open with that the first time? That is some shit you need to tell someone instead of pussyfooting around and saying we need to go to Shibuya today.

"Everything okay?"

"Hmm, yeah. Everything is fine. I just gotta go in early." He takes a big gulp of his coffee and grimaces from the scalding liquid. "Send me a picture of your outfit." He heads out of the kitchen without waiting for her answer.

Whoever stole those bodies must work for jujutsu high. Or they've been there before. Old students?

Satoru changes out of his pajamas and slides on his uniform. Tying his blindfold on as he walks, he takes two steps at a time.

Kagome greets him at the end of the staircase with his coffee and bento box. She must have prepared one for him last night.

"Here, just in case you can't make time for lunch," she says.

"You're too sweet to me," he admits, more so to himself. Most sorcerers live lonely lives and the ones that do have spouses tend to spur them, so to come home every day to a home filled with warmth feels like he hit the jackpot.

"Hey Gome-chan?"

Kagome tilts her head. Her hand hovers over the door.

"Do me a favor and stay out of Shibuya today." He presses a kiss to lips, silencing the protests he knows she was about to unleash on him. "I'll call you if I can make it for lunch."

Kagome pouts and opens the door for him. Ijichi stands upright by the car, engrossed in whatever conversation he is having on the phone.

"Promise me," he says, not helping himself.

"Yeah, yeah." Kagome waves him off. "Stay safe."

"Don't worry, I'm the strongest." The words roll off his tongue effortlessly.

Why should he worry? No one can touch him after all, and as long as Kagome stays far away from trouble, then everything will be just fine.

[mx-safe-haven]

valentines day <3

(setting: in the human realm, in college but on break, valentines day, enjoy)

"Nothing here is good enough!" Luz exclaims.

"You know, I don't think Amity will care too much about what you get her for Valentine's Day. It's the thought that counts, right?" Hunter says, eyeing a necklace on a spinning rack display.

"Well, the only way she'll know I put thought into it is if it's good!" Luz mumbles, looking at earrings and keychains. "Hey is this cute?" Luz holds out a rabbit keychain. "It's light purple. Like her hair. Abomination colored," she holds up the keychain to inspect it. "I think it's good. What about you?"

"Huh? Sorry, no yeah, sounds good," Hunter says, now holding the necklace he was looking at. Its pearls, with a small heart locket at the bottom. "Do you think Willow will like this? We've been dating for months but I don't know if this would fit her taste-"

"Yeah, dude! It's so pretty!! She'll love it! Anyway, focus. Okay, I'll get her this keychain. But it's not enough! Oh, I know! I'll write her a heartfelt love letter!" She yells out with pride like she's the inventor of love letters and romantic gestures as a whole.

"Cool, now pay, and let u go."

They walk to the line in front of checkout when Luz gets a text from Amity.

Amity: Hii

Luz: hi ami <3 r u okay?

Amity: Yeah!

Amity: I have something planned though! Meet me at Gravesfield Park at 3pm.

Luz checked the time. It's 1:56. That gives her an hour to prepare her gift for Amity. That should be enough.

Luz: okayyy <3 

"Luz, it's our turn!"

Luz: gtg, see you later ^^ 

Amity: cya <3

Luz and Hunter quickly paid for their items and drove back home.

~~

Luz put on cargo pants and a green tank top, messing around with her hair when she got a message from Amity.

Amity: u ready yet? no rush ^^

Luz: almost!! 

She shut off her phone, looking in the mirror. After promising herself to no longer straighten her hair, it was now restored to its bouncy and curly nature. She decided it looked okay and to leave it the way it is, no styling needed. The only problem was the love letter. She knew if she was allowed to be as cheesy as possible, she would be done in an instant. But she wanted this to be heartwarming, romantic, and memorable. Pulling out her chair, she sat at the desk in her room. She reached for one of the desk drawers and pulled out a piece of paper, a pencil, and an envelope. She sat there in silence, staring, as though she expected the letter to write itself. Picking up the pencil, she tried to write.

Dear Amity...

She stared at the paper once again. How do you start these things?

Dear Amity... I love you.

Good, Luz thought to herself. We're getting somewhere.

Soon she just wrote like she was motor powered, the words for her love pouring out of her.

"Hee hee, I'm such a poet," she laughed to herself. Once done, she threw the envelope in a small red paper bag with the keychain. Since the park was within walking distance, she didn't feel the need to drive. Once at her destination, she received a text.

Amity: Look to your left

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[dewcrafter]

Stalker (pt. 2 of the painter)

After getting home "SAMU I'M BACK" I yelled as I took off my shoes and walked off to the kitchen with all the groceries quickly setting them down on the table before looking around the house for him "SAMU??" I yelled again 

"over here!" he yelled from his room 

"hey what're you doing in here?" I asked when arriving at his door 

"I got bored so I started texting that guy i've been telling you about" he said 

"oh yeah, uhh his name was suna or something right?" I questioned as I studied my brother's face, he was totally whipped for that guy who I have yet to be introduced to, they've been going on dates for a year, almost two now "so when do I get to meet him?" I said belly flopping onto the bed next to him earning me a glare before his face softened and he went back to texting suna "probably soon, though I haven't told him that we're identical yet" he said catching me off guard "YOU HAVEN'T!?" I said faking being hurt as I held my hand over my mouth 

"nah, it never really came up" 

"but samu I am the most important thing in your entire life how could I not come up?" I asked rolling over to lay on top of him "I-HEY GET OFF" he said attempting to get me off of him as I laughed at his failing attempts before he finally pushed me off his bed and went back to texting suna "you wound me brother, how could you push me off your bed!" I said getting up 

"yeah yeah whatever" he said clearly not paying attention so I decided to be a great, amazing and loveable twin and grab his ankles and pulled him off the bed "ATSUMu" he shrieked but I was gone up to the attic and quickly boarding it up before he even got up "YOU LITTLE SHIT" he yelled banging on the attic door "I LOVE YOU SAMU~" I yelled back 

"WARUGAKI" he yelled at me before stomping off "OH AND ATSUMU SUNA'S COMING OVER FOR DINNER SO LOOK PRESENTABLE" he yelled at me still pretty angry but whatever he probably won't beat me up before his lover came over so I left the attic and went to my room to change.

When I was done getting dressed I looked in the mirror adjusting my cream colored cardigan to sit perfectly on my white undershirt and then picking out a nice white belt to go with my brown high waist pleated pants before quickly tucking the cardigan in and going over to my jewelry set and quickly putting on a cute heart locket necklace, purple dangling butterfly earrings and leaf earrings then sitting down to do my makeup adding a gold part to my inner eye and then rose gold and then purple quickly blending it all to make a nice gradient "OI TSUMU HES ALMOST HERE" my brother yelled almost messing me up 

"SHUT UP" I yelled back before adding my contour and chapstick, I was finally done so I looked myself over in the mirror one last time before walking out and went to go see my brother to make sure he actually looked good and he looked okay, he was wearing regular pants a white sweater with a nice gold necklace "osamu you look so bland" I said crossing my arms and shaking my head "tonight is for you to shine, usually I dress a bit more like you so lets play a little prank" he smiled devilishly 

"yes!" I said excitedly "so casual he thinks i'm you?" I asked happily 

"yeah" he said "take over the cooking ima hide out in my room he should be here in 5 minutes" he said handing me the ingredients to finish the cream cheese stuffed mushrooms which didn't take long so I went and got the table nice and ready and making it look romantic until I heard a knock so I happily went over and opened the door smiling softly at the person in front of me when I realized it was the guy from the grocery store who was staring at me wide eyed "oh uh samu you dyed your hair platinum blonde" he said surprised staring at me up and down 

"uh yeah, surprise" I said looking at him sheepishly 

"you look great" he said smiling at me as I let him into our home because gotta continue the prank, we sat down and started talking but didn't eat as he kept looking at the third chair next to him probably wondering when I would arrive and why his boyfriend was sitting across from him "so uh samu, whens your brother gonna arrive?" asked suna sheepishly after 5 minutes 

"OI OSAMU WHEN YA GONNA BE READY" I yelled getting a wide eyed look from suna before whipping his head over to look at osamu who left his room with a nice light make-up look "hi rin" he said smiling at suna as he walked over giving him a kiss before sitting down next to him "I-but-you" suna sputtered pointing at me then samu than to me again quickly making us laugh which didn't stop for a good 3 minutes before we finally calmed down "sorry rin I couldn't help pranking you" said samu looking at him apologetically 

"what if I tried to kiss your brother!" said suna putting his head on samu's shoulder 

"well then if he'd let it happen i'd be twinless" said samu patting suna's head before he lifted it up "so your uh the guy from earlier then" said suna awkwardly 

"wait what happened earlier!?" asked samu confused 

"uh yeah" I said avoiding looking at the two 

"what happened?? Oh my god atsumu did you flirt with suna!?" asked samu accusingly 

"what no!" I said "he was the weird one, he kept asking for my name cause one of his friends keeps drawing someone who looks like me and he thinks me looking like that guy will help him leave his house or something" I said pouting 

"uh yeah" said suna looking at samu 

"no worries your brother didn't even find me attractive enough to tell me his name" he said jokingly making samu glare at me "suna" I said looking him directly in the eyes "if you marry this guy right here you will have to deal with him for the rest of your life" I said "and as someone who will also be with him for my entire life please, you have a chance to escape and run away so think about your life choices with him very carefully" I said earning me a kick from samu and suna just smiled at samu lovingly and that's when I realized I am gonna be third wheeling these two for my entire life if I don't find someone to marry "oh hey suna" said samu 

"yeah?" 

"Who's that guy who is painting someone like tsumu?" asked samu curiously 

"oh yeah, hold on I have a picture of him" he said reaching into his phone pocket and going through it before showing samu which he just kinda stared at it and looked up at me shocked "jeez what's so shocking, did you realize you got the ugly friend?" I asked jokingly as he put the picture of the guy in front of me which made me just stare at it before looking at suna surprised "what?" he asked worriedly looking at us as we got up and went up to the attic as suna followed us confused before gasping when he looked around the attic seeing all the paintings i'd done of his friend without even knowing it "oh..oh wow" he said before walking over to my unfinished piece "this one, he was drawing one almost exactly like this" said suna staring at it (the picture on top) before looking around more pointing out that all of my paintings i'd done this guy also had just from his perspective "what the hell.." I mumbled looking at Omi Omi 

"so Mr. Past Lover is real" said osamu stunned 

"Past lover?" questioned suna curiously 

"oh uhh our ma told us that since tsumu's been drawing him for so long he could be a friend or lover from a past life" said osamu 

"oh, interesting" said suna going back to look at all the paintings of his friend 

"this is kinda creepy seeing kiyo in all these paintings" he said after a few beats of silence as silence fell again I broke it "yeah uh you two have a nice dinner I think I need to lay down" I said leaving the attic and flopping down on my bed as I thought about how crazy this was.

After a while of just laying down I finally got up and grabbing my first stick figure drawing of Omi Omi and I just stared at it before a knock came from my door "oi tsumu come on out you didn't eat your food" said samu, looking up at the clock time had raced by and suna was long gone 

"oh okay" I said opening the door so samu could come in and we just kinda sat down on the floor in silence as I ate.