#and 2 I don't want mr plant to be all alone :[

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Made a simplified mr plant patch :]

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🔞Platform Roulette | George Clarke

[Arthur has invited you to join in platform roulette after asking him for months, you've been living in London for around 4 months now and share a flat with George & Arthur so it made sense for you to tag along at some point, although the night doesn't end the way you planned it to end]

You arrive at King's Cross at 8am, you George and Arthur waiting on Arthur tv as usual as you're waiting you open your phone out to take a picture for instagram to show to your followers you go places other than your flat and the gym, you caption the photo with "platform roulette shenanigans 😛" and add it to your story, the boys fans base know you live with them so it was only a matter of time before you popped up in a video. Finally Arthur turns up in a hurry as usual as you film the intro for the first part of the video

"Hey guys and welcome back to another episode of platform roulette, today we're joined by someone else aswell as Arthur tv, she's been yet to make an appearance despite the nagging of her asking, it's y/n" he points towards you as you stand there and wave "hi guys and for the record I haven't nagger I asked once, Arthur just wants people to think everyone wants in on the game" you laugh and nudge him as George and Arthur tv laugh in unison "in that case why don't you pick the platform for todays adventure then any between 1-16" He looks towards you "erm, 4, my lucky number" you smile, he looks to the board to see what you've picked out "looks like we're off to Edinburgh" he turns back to the camera "right let's go get our tickets and a train bev" you all make your way over to the WHSmith to grab a drink, it's a 4hr journey so you decide to opt for 2 bottles of wine. "Jesus you're gonna be drunk before we get there" George laughs at you "unfortunately Mr Clarke I'm not a lightweight like you boys" you shoot him a wink as you pay for your wine, the boys opt for Cans of madri for the trip.

You get seated on the train and realise you've bought wine with no cups, "right guys I don't want no judgment here" everyone looks at you as you say this "but I'm afraid I'm gonna have to neck it out the bottle, I don't have a cup" you look at them as you let out a giggle, Arthur shakes his head as he looks at you "this is why you've never been allowed on before" he laughs as you pop open the bottle of wine. You manage to finish the last drop of your second bottle just as you pull into Edinburgh, the boys said you were going out into the town so you opted for casual wear, flared jeans, a corset top and one of George's flannel shirts you borrowed off him. Arthur starts to film again as he explains the rules and you head to rhetorical first pub, Arthur goes to the toilet so you all decide to sneak a quick "secret shot" in, you George and Arthur tv shot a sambuca as you wait for your drinks order, shortly after you all sit down Arthur reappears "just to let you know, you owe us all £50" you chuckle "how do you work that one out" Arthur looks confused "because we've all just done a secret shot at the bar" Arthur looks at the cameraman in shock as you've literally been at the pub 5 minutes and George and Arthur wouldn't of done this off their own backs "you're never coming again" he laughs as he takes his Guinness.

"Split the G?" You challenge him, although you've never drank Guinness in your life let alone know how to properly split the G. "You're on, but don't cry if you lose" he looks up at you with menace in his eyes "same goes for you" you retort. You both start to sip as you plant the glasses down at the same time, the camera man pans the camera to the glasses and pure shock stretches across his face "no way" he says as he looks at Arthur, George and Arthur tv rise out of their seats to see not only has Arthur missed the split line, you've managed to perfectly split the G on your first attempt.

"She's had your pants down mate good and proper" George laughs as his head jolts back, Arthur looks at you with an open jaw "you're never coming on this again, I'm off home" he buries his head in his hands as George and Arthur cheer you on, you catch George's hand slightly graze your thigh as they do so, was that an accident?

After plodding around the streets of Edinburgh you're all slightly tipsy and head the the last pub the score markers at the end show

[George: 11|Hill: 10| Y/N: 12|Tv: 12]

You sit down at the final pub and you decide to opt for a fishbowl cocktail for you all to share, Hill and tv make their way to the dance floor as you and George hang back for a second, your feet start to ache a little. "Have you enjoyed today?" George asks scooching closer "yeah I have, it's a lot of fun but I doubt he'd want me to do it again after showing him up" you laugh "honestly you being here has made the day better, there's something about you that lights up the room and it's nice to see, it's nice to see you have fun" George smiles at you "thanks George, I appreciate that" you lean in to give him a hug, you both pull away and just start at eachother for a hot second, "you look gorgeous by the way" he says "George you're drunk and you don't mean that" you say as you pull away and take a sip of the cocktail, he says nothing in return as you make your way over to the dance floor to join the boys

"Everything okay?" Tv asks "yeah I'm good, now show me some good dance moves" you giggle as you all dance, you turn to George who's buried in his phone, "George!" You shout, he looks up and ignores you, your eyebrows furrow as you walk over to him "ignoring me are we?" You laugh "I did mean what I said" he retorts "I've felt like this for a while, I just couldn't muster up the courage to tell you" you make your way over to sit with him again, you were left speechless. You wouldn't know how you'd be able to acknowledge George's feelings without it causing a stir in the friendship group "I'm not sure how we'd go about this if it was something serious George" you grab one of his hands and look at him with soft eyes "I like you too, but the friendship sort of made me step back" just then Tv and hill walk over and you slip your hand away from George's "you okay mate?" Hill asks, "yeah he's just feeling it abit now, he's a lightweight" you chuckle trying to hide the conversation you've just had "well out trains nearly due so why don't we head out?" Hill says, you all finish the last drops of the fishbowl and make your way to the station, George stumbling slightly so you interlink your arm with his "I'm definitely not coming again if I'm the one who has to babysit" you look at them all, letting a playful scoff "hey! I don't need babysitting!" George protests as you approach your train.

You sit down and hand everyone a bottle of water you stashed in your bag, "don't say I don't look after you all" you smile as you take a bobble out of your bag and tie your hair up, hill walks to the bathroom as tv is fast asleep, George plants his hand on your thigh sending shivers up your back, you turn to him, "if you're not too tired we can sort this out at home" you look at him with fire in your eyes, his eyes widen at your words "really?" He says "mmhm" you nod as Hill returns to his seat

You arrive back into King's Cross as you wake TV up from his sleep, you all stumble off the train and Hill opts to get tv back to his flat as you offer to take George back to his, awaiting Arthur's return. You get into the Uber and make your way to the flat, you exchange no words throughout the journey. The silence kills you as you open the door to the flat and toss your keys on the counter, "so where were we-" you turn as your words are interrupted by George smashing a kiss onto your lips, your move with his motions as sparks fly between you, you both manoeuvre your way to George's bedroom, still locked in by the passionate kiss. You decide to take control and spin him around, pushing him onto his bed, you look at him with menace as you unbutton your jeans leaving no time for conversation, you straddle him, planting your ass on the outline of his shaft, you flick your hair to the side as you slip your corset top off leaving nothing but a thong on your body, George places his hands on either side of your hips "fuck you're so gorgeous" his breath hitches as he says this, seeing you in a new light. You lean down to his level and relock your lips in a fiery kiss, tension rising between you both

You slowly slip your fingers into the seam of his joggers still straddling him, looking at him for permission to remove them, you lift yourself up onto your knees as George slides his joggers and boxers down, revealing his hard shaft beneath you, conscious of time you slowly tease George by grinding yourself on top of him before sliding him inside yourself, you let out a small gasp as you adjust to his length, letting out a slight whimper "fuck you're so big" you exclaim as you begin to ride him, you dig your nails into his chest as he grips your hips, assisting you "you're so tight" he looks at you with desire as he bites his lip

George decides to take action as he flips you onto your back, asserting his dominance. He teases your entrance, repaying the suspension you caused for him before slipping his tip inside you, your breath hitches as you cup one of your tits, "how bad do you want me?" He exclaims sending a slight smirk across his face "I want you to do everything possible to me George" his expression lights up at the thought of no boundaries, he locks his hand around your neck as he places a thumb on your pussy making figure 8 motions, your head jolts back in pleasure "fuck" you let out, George then starts thrusting into you, still playing with you sending your body into overdrive, his grip becomes more tightening round your neck, leaving small air to make its way in, your eyes start to water from the pain.

You feel yourself becoming close but didn't want it to end just yet "bend me over your desk George" you look up at him with doe eyes, you smirk at him "holy fuck you're insane" he pants as you walk over to his desk he uses for filming, you lay yourself on the corner of it as you signal for George to include the ponytail you recently tied up "fuck me with my hair wrapped around your hand" making george lost for words, he wraps your pony around his hand and grips it hard, you dig your nails into the desk as he takes a hold on your ass, he slowly teases you once again before thrusting into you one last time, your mind goes into over drive at all the feelings you're experiencing, you feel your legs turn into jelly as you're close to climax "fuck George I'm so close" you scream out, he picks up the pace as his grip on your hair slips, taking both hands on the top of your ass to gain control, you whimper as your legs fall from underneath you and you reach your limit "oh fuck George" you climax as George still continues to thrust into you, nearly reaching his limit "oh fuck y/n" he mutters as he climaxes also, both out of breath you emerge from his desk all sweaty

"Fuck that was amazing" George says out of breath, "yeah you could say that" you laugh as you quickly collect your clothes and run to your room to get changed into something quick before Arthur comes back George does the same, you wander back into George's room and plant a kiss on his lips.

"Maybe we could develop on this?" You say with a smile

"I definitely want to" he says rubbing your check

Just then the door handle clicks and Arthur's home.

-

🫶🏻

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 67 (Making Friends with the Grim Reaper)

The morning after Heather and Conrad's appointment with Dr. Delgato, Heather enjoyed some leftover spaghetti (she loves Dulce Alegria's tomato sauce as much as Ash does!), while Conrad tried to psych himself up in the bathroom mirror.

As they prepared to follow their counselor's advice to summon the Grim Reaper, the Ambrosia Society's second newsletter finally arrived in the mail.

"See? It's not a hoax," said Heather as she came inside to put on her coat, chilled by the morning breeze despite the bright autumn sun.

"Just because it arrived the same morning we agreed to summon the Grim Reaper, on the day of our party, doesn't make me think it's not all a hoax," he said, eyeing the Grimophone on their coffee table with caution.

"What does this newsletter say?"

Conrad scanned the printout. "It says we need to catch some fish and plant some trees. And we have to socialize with the Reaper."

Heather smiled warmly. "Are you ready?"

"Maybe I should head out to do some fishing first. Early bird catches the worm, right?"

"Conrad, that's not really about fish. You don't even like fishing! I spent enough time with Holly, I'll take care of that and you can work on the plants, but I really think we should just get this over with. Mrs. Goth says he's friendly and I've known her since I was eighteen. She wouldn't lie to us, and we'll be together the whole time."

He rocked his feet. No, he told himself. He didn't need to run this morning. "Okay," he said. "I'm ready."

Heather pulled out Mrs. Goth's sooty old Grimophone, setting the needle on the edge of the plate and speaking into the horn. "Grim Reaper...sir. If you can hear us, we'd like to talk to you."

"Is he just supposed to appear from thin air?"

"I don't know, I've never called him before."

Gord sensed a strange presence and the front door opened for him. The Grim Reaper stood before him on the front step, and he barked carefully. Before the front door pulled shut again, Grim entered the living room.

"I didn't think it would take this long."

"He had a long way to-" Heather froze when she recognized the black-hooded figure.

"Greetings," said the Reaper, his hollow voice beckoning with an eerie moan. "Thanks for leaving the front door unlocked. Nice dog you've got there."

"H-hi," said Heather. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Then why do you sound like you're about to cry?"

"Sorry, it's just that you're a pretty powerful guy," offered Heather nervously.

"Not really. I thought Bella Goth told you - I'm just a courier."

"Do you make a lot of trips without reaping any souls?" wondered Conrad.

"Only when someone calls me, which isn't very often."

"We would have called you sooner, but my son was here, and we weren't sure..."

"You think I'll steal a soul before I go?"

(He absolutely reaped a really old chicken before he left but of course I was too stunned to capture it. Since Reaper Rewards stuff is happening in a second save, here's Grim coming to reap the same chicken, but in winter this time - and in the main save. Also I'm bringing over the plants and having them upskill cooking and gardening in the main save as well without cheating it, just because I want the skill gain to be authentic and with a second save they essentially live bonus days/extra time.)

"It's just that it's your job," she said carefully. "We don't mean to offend."

"I'm not here for any souls. You asked me to come here. Did you want something?"

Conrad turned his question over in his mind before blurting it out. "What is it like for people...when they die?"

"Some people beg to stay, others shake my hand. Some even try to flirt with me, but I'm a lone reaper and happy to live that way."

"We've both felt happy to be alone before," said Heather. "But not anymore."

"You met your soulmate. You're lucky, you know."

Conrad smiled despite his nerves. "We know."

"We've been through a lot in the last little while. First my son had an accident and almost...well, you didn't have to come and we were so grateful. And I recently had a miscarriage."

Though Grim stood before them without a face, Bella had been right. He was surprisingly open, and it was easy to share their story. Heather and Conrad were both outgoing and friendly with the living, and despite their fears, they could talk to the Grim Reaper the same way. "That's not easy," acknowledged Grim. "But I don't ever reap th-"

"No, we don't have any questions about that," Heather said quickly. "We wanted to talk to you about ambrosia, and the society newsletters."

"Do you have the skills to make the recipe?"

"We're working on them together." Heather looked at her hands as she formed her next question. "Have you...reaped the souls of many Landgraabs?"

Grim nodded. "All of them. Those that had souls, anyway."

Her heart ached. "Would you...would you say they're cursed?"

The Grim Reaper shrugged his bony shoulders. "All I know is they die just like everybody else. No more often than others, if that's what you mean."

"Do you talk to people after they die?" wondered Conrad. "As they cross over? What do they usually say?"

"I don't remember the conversations as soon as they cross over. It's a security thing so I never confuse last words. With all the souls I reap, I would probably misremember someone's beloved auntie and pass on the wrong thing. Since no one should ever hear a person's last words but the ears they're intended for, I forget."

"What did you tell Bella Goth when she summoned you to ask about her brother's death?"

"I told her the truth. Every soul passes peacefully with me, no matter how they die."

Conrad's earlier trepidation had faded as he took solace in Grim's words. He would have loved to know if his parents said anything before they crossed over, but knowing they passed peacefully provided comfort like a warm blanket. "Thanks, Grim. It means a lot...hearing that."

The Grim Reaper nodded warmly. "I do have an appointment in an hour out in Sulani, and I usually like to get there a little early to catch some sun. Did you have any other questions before I go?"

"Just one," said Heather. "The newsletter said you would tell us what to do next in our quest for ambrosia."

He nodded. "Turn your home into a Scare Seeker's dream to help you face your fears."

"Scare Seeker? We've got a toddler at home," objected Heather.

"Turn it on for your Spooky Day party tonight, make some spooky cookies, and turn it off before he comes home if you're worried about it, but he should be fine. It shouldn't do anything bad, but it'll make your party guests expect a scare, which should be the vibe of any Spooky Day party, don't you think?"

"I don't know, Grim. You're not as scary as we thought you'd be."

Grim bowed respectfully. "Thank you. That means a lot. I have a gift for you."

A leather bound book with a purple gemstone in the centre appeared on their coffee table in a puff of black smoke. "What is it?" wondered Conrad, running his hand over the embossed gold cover.

"It's a book. The Green Lady's Lost Tome. I'm allowed to tell you this because the Watcher let me remember, but when Lady Mimsy Alcorn Shallot died in the Von Haunt Estate fire of 1898, she asked me to take the book, make copies, and give it to sims in need of guidance. It'll help you learn the skills to make ambrosia and then some. It also talks about death, the afterlife, ghosts, and occult societies. I think it will be of great interest to you, and should make everything a little less mysterious and frightening. As you can see, we're nothing to fear."

Grim left to reap souls in the Sulani sun, and Heather and Conrad smiled at one another when the black smoke cleared and he was gone. In a weird way, they felt like they could consider the Grim Reaper a new friend. "That wasn't so bad," said Heather.

"It was good." Conrad nodded, slightly dazed as he eyed the book curiously. "Dr. Delgato was right. I got some questions off my chest that I've wondered for years. If the mentors are anything like him, I think I could handle it."

"Why don't I head down to the creek to see if I can catch the fish we need for the society's challenge? You could tend the plants and start setting up the decorations for the party tonight."

"I also have to make the spooky cookies," he said. "More than enough so there's plenty for Ash when he gets back from the city tomorrow."

With tasks in hand to continue their quest for ambrosia, Heather and Conrad set about preparing for their party.

They hoped it would be a great night for scare seekers, just like Grim said, and bring them one step closer to their goal. ->

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[for the @calaisreno May Prompts Squad; in which there are many Holmeses and parenting is a contact sport]

(1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) (19) 20: do-over (21) (22) (23) (24) (25) (26) (27) (28) (29) (30) (31)

It's a new week, and John declares on Monday he's certain it's going to be easier than the last one.

What an idiot.

---

By the time they reach Wednesday, they've not been back from hospital twenty-four hours when Sherlock's dear mama orders them onto a train. 

'Mother,' Sherlock hisses into his mobile, glancing across the room to where John is firmly planted on the sofa with his daughter tight in his arms, watching Peppa Pig. 'Rosamund just got out of A&E. We don't want to go down the street, let alone out to a place so far from an adequate hospital that--' 

'Oh, poppycock' 

'I'm sorry?' 

'Now, don't be angry at me, darling. I know you must be frightened to bits for your little girl--' 

Sherlock turns away from the sofa again, chest clenching for the approximately thousandth time in the past two days. 'She's not my little girl,' he says between his teeth, trying to keep his voice steady and quiet.

'--but I'm only trying to help.'

Sherlock knows it's one of those times John would be a much better fit for the task at hand. Unfortunately, she's stuck with her son instead. 'Mummy. Clearly, that would not help.'

'You're not planning on feeding her peanuts again, are you?'

Sherlock closes his eyes. 'I won't dignify that with an answer.'

'Then pack an epipen and come see your mother. I want to kiss that baby.'

---

John is doing his best, Sherlock observes once they're gathered round his parents' kitchen table, but he's clearly still feeling scads of parental guilt. He refuses to let Rosamund out of his sight, and his jaw keeps doing that jumpy bit that means he's repressing something. Several somethings, obviously, because he is John Watson.

And Sherlock almost abhors how much he cares for John Watson.

---

His mother, naturally, can't hold back for long. 

'Oh, John, I do hate to see you like this.'

John freezes like the proverbial deer in headlights, then carefully puts down his fork, stiff upper lip firmly in place. 'Thanks, Mrs Holmes, but I'm all right.' 

Sherlock, who knows better, shares a Look with Rosamund, who blurps his name(ish) then happily stuffs more pickle into her mouth. John's face softens momentarily, and she notices. 'Want some, Daddy?'

It's not a question; John is immediately handed a chubby fistful of globby green.

'She not a fan of spoons, then?' Sherlock's father says with a chuckle.

'Only as a weapon,' Sherlock replies without thinking, but luckily it's the correct audience, because beyond an eye roll, the reaction is mostly laughter.

Except for John, Sherlock notices immediately. Oh, dear.

His mother notices, too, and her lips purse. 'John, I know we're all very English, but I'm old enough that I can speak plainly.'

'As if you hadn't already,' Sherlock mutters.

She ignores him, instead reaching out to touch John's right hand where it rests on the table. 'You mustn't punish yourself. You've done nothing wrong.'

John's extreme discomfort would be crystal clear to anyone in a ten mile radius. 'Mrs Holmes…'

'I mean it.'

He puts down his fork, and Sherlock sees him inhale purposefully. 'All due respect, ma'am, but my daughter nearly died. She nearly died because I insisted she eat something she clearly and repeatedly did not want to eat.'

'And?'

John's mouth opens, then shuts, before he speaks again. 'Are you joking?'

'Everyone makes mistakes with their children, dear.'

'Not that sort of mistake.'

She makes a noise close to a ladylike snort, if such a thing existed. 'We almost drowned Sherlock when he was her age.'

Sherlock's front chair legs drop back to the floor with a thunk. 'Beg pardon?'

'Yes, you came frightfully close to dying, it was very unpleasant.'

John's facade breaks enough to give Sherlock a slight smirk. 'And you didn't recognise my facetiousness on that train?'

'Yes, yes, thank you, now what is this about me drowning, Mother?'

'We left you with another child, a girl of maybe twelve.' She shakes her head. 'That poor girl. She's never forgiven herself.'

'But I didn't die!'

'Sherlock,' his mother chides. 'Don't be unkind.'

'Wait. Why didn't I die?'

A curious silence falls over the group. 

Sherlock's chin drops, and he sighs. 'Mycroft.'

His mother nods. 'He was in the deeper end, and you were in the shallow end. Where you were meant to stay.'

John huffs a laugh. 'Right, good luck with that.'

She tuts. 'He's lucky his brother was watching.'

'You don't remember any of it?' John asks, clearly curious.

Sherlock thinks. 'I remember a pool, several pools, from childhood. Various ponds. I remember-- Yes, I think the first time I ventured into the deep end, I blinked and I was at the ladder.'

'Indeed,' his mother says.

'Right,' John says, bemused. 'So you've always hated pools, even before we nearly got blown up in one.'

His mother blinks. 'Beg pardon?'

'Oh don't fret, Mummy.' Sherlock waves a hand. 'It was ages ago.'

And worse things have happened since then, no one needs say.

Except his mother says it, sort of. 'She's going to have such unusual stories to tell,' she says, turning to Rosamund and touching her tiny nose briefly. 'Aren't you, darling?'

'Any hope of a normal childhood was gone long ago, I'm afraid,' John says, his voice only a little strained.

Sherlock's father, unexpectedly, speaks up. 'Perhaps, but what she's got is better.'

'I agree,' his mother says. 'John's normal enough for the three of you, anyway.'

Sherlock smirks privately. Yes, absolutely normal, building-jumping, gun-toting, life-saving John Watson.

As if he'd ever fall in love with "normal."

That's the end of the discussion, apparently, because his mother turns back to Rosamund with a smile. 'Now, precious girl, let's see if you can say "grandmama" yet.' 

---

John, still feeling slightly sour, pulls out his phone once he's put Rosie down. 'Mycroft.' His tone borders on Captainy, but he's too bloody tired to be polite. 'What are you playing at?'

'Couldn't possibly have any idea what you mean, Dr Watson.'

'First my daughter is calling you her uncle, and now your mum is teaching her "grandmama"?'

'I fail to see the problem. She's very intelligent.'

John pinches the bridge of his nose. He can't shout, because Rosie is asleep in her cot next to him, and though Sherlock is outside smoking, Sherlock's parents are somewhere on the other side of the guest room door.

'Your brother,' he finally says lowly, 'cares for Rosie a great deal, but has most definitely not voiced an interest in being her father, nor should he feel obligated to.'

'With all due respect, John, I must disagree.'

'How.' It's not a question.

Mycroft's voice isn't hard, but he enunciates every word very, very clearly. 'She is my niece. If you can't see it, then God help you... Although I am aware my brother has inherited more than his fair share of the Holmes reticence. But,' he concludes, implacable, 'lest you forget: He said it himself. You are family. And therein lies the obligation.' 

John's heart does a little twitch in his chest. 'Yeah, but--'

'No.'

'But--'

'Not to sound too much like my dear brother, but John?'

John exhales. 'Can't wait to hear this.'

'Don't be an idiot.'

'Oi--'

But the call is already over. Of course it is. Because Mycroft Holmes is a bastard.

He might also, maybe, just this once… be right.

[ <3 ]

[pool story lifted from my childhood: I literally remember nothing bad about nearly drowning; my five-years-elder brother saved me and I have loved swimming ever since]

[ngmn2002]

Ch 112: Random Thoughts

Now, after what happened in ch 101, let's see what we got...

Nene and her plant pot, what a nice way of summarizing the hardships she went through until this point.

Her "past present", the "uncool" plant with the "rotten root", that got Nene to face too many hardships with the damaged pot to keep it, No.1 took it, gave her the chance of replacing it with a nice flowery plant of the same kind, representing this "ideal present" they want to set. Yet, she doesn't want it and shouted they give her "her plant" back, and the bigger picture "old present " back. Even if the ideal is nice, flowery, and the old one is full of hardships, we still want it and won't trade it.

We can also present Hanako-kun and Tsukasa-kun into the picture as well.

So, I'm looking forward to see Nene-chan fighting, struggling to have things back to how they used to be, to have those special to her back into her life.

Haha, look at Nene-chan posing. ~ I don't doubt her mega strong punch, or strength all together. ~

Wooh, sweet girl. ~ seriously, that's Tsukasa she "smacked!" His face gets me in there. lol feel her wrath, Tsu. ~ don't get on Nene-chan's nerves, you'll regret it. ~

Kay, so we meet the 2 girls in Tsukasa's assistant's class, the class seems to be going with a "hunted house" instead of "a maid caffe". Kou's class activity in the past present. Tsukasa's assistant doesn't seem to be a part of that class? Good for the 2 girls I'll say.

Hmm, in a sense, I wonder what came of her and her servant in this ideal present. How does her master not being there impact her?

Where are the 2 of them? How are they doing? Does she need to be pretending to be a student in this ideal present? Same maybe goes to her servant. What shape do they take in this setting?

Regardless of that, I assume she is one of those who aren't affected by what the keepers did. She has 3 days to make a meaningful move to get things back in her favor, huh?

Can she make any move? All they've done with the rumors, etc. is erased. As I assume, the first move she took into really getting into what she wants, was "meeting" Tsukasa and making a wish to him. I do wonder "when" that happened exactly. Anyway, in this setting, she has to start from point 0? But for some reason, a bond as powerful as one a human shares with a supernatural, Tsukasa to be specific, needs to be special, for some reason I don't think it's "really" erased, somehow. Maybe that can come to her help, maybe too, whatever position to have her stuck in school in the first place. Even though, would her special lady kannagi or whatever rule come to light this arc? Hmm... kinda doubt it?

If she will be brought to light, she will have to rely on Nene's abilities like always I assume? So? Don't go have a chat with Nene, kay? Nor send your dog to fetch her or whatever. I will be surprised if she can swing "alone" and on her own. No Tsukasa, no Nene (who might not remember her at all), and oh, if we were to imagine no nat, what can she do... hmm... how far can she get...

Luring Nene into doing stuff for her is no surprise coming from her. In the p.p arc, she was so chill knowing Nene won't choose that perfect world, that if Nene chose to stay within will be a problem for her, and would want the usual world back, destroying No.4's yorishiro, what she really needs Nene for, to do that. Same goes here really, maybe she won't have to interfere so much, that in mind.

If destroying No.1's yorishiro is the only thing she wants out of this mess, she gets it no sweat. Nene on her own free - will, will do that to ensure the usual present is back. Now, I wonder, will Akane be handing the yorishiro to Nene like No.4 did, too?

Uh, thinking of him, this feeling within me is funny, while a good part of his fans are freaking out he is "not there anymore", I go imagining various scenarios of Mr. time issues of his own, but never one of "OH! HE IS GONE!! WHAT!! NOOO!!! HE NEEDS TO BE BROUGHT BACK!" I see him chilling in the red house room, nowhere space... and having a cup of tea. severance Tsukasa-puzzle vibes I go: well, it already was a gift to have Tsukasa there for like... 8 chapters straight. THAT'S INSANE! oh, so now it's about time we're back to the Tsukasa is no where to be found era again? cool. last time he was gone for a year, the one before it almost 2 years and a half, I wonder how long he will take this time until he comes back. Hmm, should I start a count down? even if something bad happened to him with how the keepers went, easy, things will be back to normal again, after a while. so really, nothing to worry about too much. I'm so chill. I doooo wonder if Tsukasa's "always so relaxed" charm got to me, actually.

I see various possibilities with 12 y.o Tsu and yorishiro Tsu... the best one being the 2 of them working together, having Nene dancing elegantly between them, the worst one is oh, the keepers really managed to get around him somehow, did a number on him, but hey! that's only temporarily! At the end, we will be back to how things were, and voila! he is there again! so no need to worry too much.

I wonder what can they really do about Tsukasa, or rather, what's inside of him. But then again, I think maybe we need to also keep in mind, from what we know so far, Tsukasa, regardless of what's in him, was killed by a kitchen knife. Pretty simple, eh? He is still "Human" in a way. At least, I don't know, that's how "simply" it took Amane to kill him gets me. Tsukasa then what? Became a supernatural? Amane's yorishiro... still kept what's inside of him... hmm... this boy is so confusing. How am I supposed to think into that thing regarding him?

Anyway, having No.1 going after "what's in him", knowing what they are doing, they seem to have a solid plan on how to deal with "Tsukasa" in general.

Continuing with what we have to show the present based on Tsukasa not being there, Mei is alive! What a surprise! The one to really shock me! The other characters, I can get how things changed for them, but then Mei? What does she have to do with Tsukasa? Then I remember No.4's wish, that by the end of it Mei chose to die and... oh? Maybe that's it? I don't know how to feel when I think about Mei walking confidently to her death, and assume it might be a thing Nene will do one day, in the same manner...

Mei was already being cured in a hospital and was said to die soon, right? In this present, she recovered up well? Maybe her illness wasn't really that serious and she recovered easily... ...

She drew No.4/her other self as a thing so she could live. Hmm, in this ideal present it seems she didn't need to do that? Or she did, but the difference is that she meaningfully recovered and lived. No.4's wish to Tsukasa didn't exist. Is this again, one of the scenarios where the reason of your death is the person you love?

Hmm... does... Mei's other self exist or not in this "reality"? And, speaking of No.4... what was the price she paid to Tsukasa, really?

Kou, seems to always meet Nene with the same behavior. Pretty cute. But oh, as expected.. they don't know each other in this present.

Mitsuba being alive, really reinforces his death wasn't that simple one of "he died getting potatoes". We're having a present based on not having Tsukasa there. So, it seems the photo Mitsuba took of the red house means more than it looks like.

But wow, have to say I was yet again surprised by Kou and Mitsuba naturally being friends.

Come again? Mitsuba didn't need to die, become a ghost, or anything for Kou to pay attention to him? Become friends with him? Kou did that naturally? Wow. No really, wow.

Having Aoi calling "Minamoto-kun" as "Teru-kun"... you sure this is a nice present for you, guardian of the present, Aoi Akane? How is your relationship with Aoi going?

Now, now... Nene's "popularity" is...

She took the rule of Dorothy instead of twister no. 4. She seems pretty well-known and admired...

Ahem, going by the pattern again, a present based on Tsukasa not being there... excuse me but... what does he have to do with her being popular or not? ^_^

Unless, it was No.1... trying in a way to give her a "present" she won't say no to? So she won't try to change? So she will accept the flowery plant? I don't mean to be rude in any way, Nene is so gorgeous, but... it seems her ankles problem doesn't exist in this present, despite her still having them the way they are. people are nice in there, unlike in the usual present.

The same I know. My heart. 💜🩵

Uh, seeing Nene performing Dorothy on stage, not only in front of Hanako, while actually wearing the dress... awww....

And, she imagines seeing Hanako there, only for him to disappear later... sad. But no worries girl! It will be alright. Things will be back to normal. p.p arc, severance vibes. ~ Hanako.. really looked like his father, in his and Tsukasa's 4th birthday. the same image. I always find that cool when I can see parents represented in their children.

Now, to the scene of the guy who made sure to "lock" the door before her goes all out... more keys for us to see apparently, because clearly we haven't seen enough already.

...on someone.

Seems he was waiting for the chance to come to have a payback. His threat was somewhat real, Akane. ~

So yeah, Akane speaks of the butterfly effect, he mentions some stuff. Will Teru end up liking this present or will he reject it and join Nene in getting back the usual one? For some reason, his mother, that was brought up in the red house arc, a possible wish for Kou to make... came to me. It's a wild thought within me but... can she be "alive" in this present? The Minamoto grandmother, too? I mean, she didn't have to use all her power to seal "Hanako-san". The man in the shrine 4 y.o Tsukasa talked about didn't die...? so now... how is Nagisa doing? He is not the one in charge of the shrine now if that man is still alive, is he? Hmm, he came to the festival with Tiara, did that change in the ideal present?

Anywaaaaaay, it's cool we'll be back to the usual present in 3 days, huh? Let's enjoy what will happen during them. ~

Tsuchigomori! And here I was wondering how he's been doing. Thinking the supernatural in charge of the records can't be affected easily. It seems that way.

Greetings, teacher! ❤️

Oh, so we got to see young man Amane. But, right now, he needs to be around 60 years old. Where is he? Is he still alive, or died along the way? or went missing? For how many years did he get to live/be around if that was the case?

Hmm... how did his close relationship with Tsuchigomori start in the ideal present I wonder... Yugi was an old colleague of his he said... hmm.. maybe a student of his, too? Maybe some kind of "incident" brought them together?

Yugi Amane always entrusts Mr. Tsuchigomori with things, before he does something "crazy" usually connected to... Tsukasa... a moon rock, now a watch. Hmm... what did this boy do this time?

Tsukasa x time... Tsukasa x time x Amane = ? hmmm.....

He was trying to get the big clock to move again.... gave Tsuchigomori a watch... both stopped moving at some point... now I wonder... what "some point" it is exactly... Why do I keep flashing to this... I have no idea...

Too manny stopped things... deals with time...

We can also add the big clock that stopped moving at some point, if I were to get ahead of myself, I would say it stopped the time Tsukasa left the red house.

I will add another similar small calculation for fun...

Tsukasa x knife... Tsukasa x knife x Amane= the usual present.

Ahem, the 2 means/calculations by the end, seem to be ones of Amane fighting to keep Tsukasa by his side.

Let's stop here.

Based on what we've seen so far, Tsukasa is so life changing!! ALL of these futures of people are back to ........... Mr. Root!!!! I'm interested to get to see more into this "supposedly" ideal present, before the time comes for us to say goodbye.

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For some extra dive in... see this reblog of the same post.

Thanks for reading. Till next chapter.

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I'll find you at the end of the road - Chap 2/8

Chapter summary

The mystery thickens, then becomes clearer... a mysterious correspondence is being born...

On Ao3

Chap 1 - Chap 2 - Chap 3 - Chap 4 - Chap 5 - Chap 6 - Chap 7 - Last chapter

Alone in the teachers' lounge, Crowley tried to pour himself a cup of coffee despite his shaking hands, but had to put the cup down and take several deep breaths to calm himself.

He didn't hear the headmistress enter and jumped at the sound of her voice. 

"Ah, you're here."

Mrs Tracy had grabbed the coffee pot and filled Crowley's cup before handing it to him, "I know about the accident near St James Park. I had to go there because a class from our academy was on the bus. Luckily none of them were hurt. The paramedics, who knew you were a teacher here, told us you fought really hard for that man."

Crowley sighed, "And yet, everything I've done hasn't been enough. No matter how well I know first aid, no matter how regularly I take refresher courses, it hasn't been enough." 

He paused, took a sip of coffee, and continued, "I have to get back to class. There's nothing like work to take your mind off things."

He emptied his cup in one gulp before heading for the door.

"Crowley?"

Crowley stopped and turned to find himself face to face with the headmistress who had followed in his footsteps. Mrs. Tracy placed her hand on his shoulder and said quietly, "Do me a favor. On your day off, get as far away from here as you can. Will you? Go somewhere you feel good...a place that brings you peace."

Throat tightening, Crowley nodded before continuing on his way.

Aziraphale left the lake house and walked to his Beetle parked by the mailbox. Before getting into his car, he placed a letter in the box, raised the flag, and drove to his store.

At the same time, Crowley decided to follow Mrs. Tracy's advice and took his car to Ditchling. The lake had always given him a sense of serenity, so he drove north of the small village.

The day was clear and bright, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves on the trees.

Before reaching the lake, he stopped at the small local grocery store, whose owners he knew well, to buy his lunch and a drink.

He greeted them as he entered the store: "Hello Frank, hello Bill!"

Frank walked over to him and, after giving him a hug, exclaimed, "We haven't seen you in a while. How are things in the city?"

Crowley shrugged and replied in a neutral tone, "Fine. I'm getting used to it."

Bill, who had joined them, hugged him in turn before asking inquisitively, "What are you doing here?"

Crowley swallowed the lump that formed in the back of his throat whenever he thought of the tragedy in St. James Park, then replied quietly, "I just had to get out of the city. I needed some fresh air and I missed the peaceful life here."

Bill nodded vigorously, "I hear you, for nothing in the world would I want to go back to city life."

Suddenly, Frank bent his head to the ground and said quietly, "What's the matter, sweetie?"

Crowley followed his gaze and saw a little boy hiding behind Frank's leg, then exclaimed, "Hey, Joel, how you've grown! How old are you now?"

"Two." Frank replied as the little boy raised his hand and showed two fingers. "Say hello to Crowley, Joel, you like him, don't you?"

"Hi Cwoly!" 

The little boy, all shyness gone, stretched out his arms to Crowley, who took him in his arms and planted a loud kiss on his forehead, making Joel giggle. 

They chatted for a few moments, then Crowley, already in a better mood after spending time with this kind family, left with his sandwich and drink, heading for the lake house, hoping there was no new occupant yet.

Arriving at the lake house, Crowley first checked to make sure no one was there, then got out of the car and walked along the house and down to the edge of the lake, where he found a rock large enough for him to sit on. He sat there for a long time, admiring the lake, whose surface was so smooth he could see the sky reflected in it. After eating his sandwich, he closed his eyes and threw his head back, enjoying the gentle breeze that seemed to sweep away his dark thoughts. Much later, as the sun began to set over the horizon and the temperature cooled, he told himself it was time to go home, but he wasn't in any hurry.

As he was getting into his car, he noticed the flag raised on the mailbox. Wondering if his letter was still in the box, he opened it out of curiosity. Inside was a plain envelope, different from the one he'd put there. He took it, and to his surprise, it was addressed to him.

Crowley sat down in the car parked in front of the house and began to read the letter.

I got your letter. Is this some kind of joke?

Because if it's not, I don't get it.

Crowley frowned at the tone of the letter and continued reading.

I am not the "next tenant" for the simple reason that there was no previous tenant.

The lake house has been unoccupied for over twenty years.

At first I thought maybe you'd come to the wrong place.

But then, how would you know about the paw prints?

Crowley was now completely confused. He thought for a moment, then fumbled in his satchel for a pen and paper and began to write.

Aziraphale parked the Beetle, happy to have finally finished his day's work, and saw that the mailbox flag had been raised. Slightly excited, he opened the box and saw that there was a letter inside, immediately recognizing the handwriting of Crowley, the so-called former tenant. He looked at it as he walked up to the house and saw that it came from the same address Crowley had given him to forward his letter to, 33 Great Marlborough Street, London.

Once inside, Aziraphale jumped as he felt something pass between his legs, nearly knocking him over. It was the rabbit that had left the paw prints. Apparently, it had decided to live here and had figured out how to get in.

Great, now he'd have to figure out what a rabbit would need.

But leaving that aside for now, he opened Crowley's letter and began to read.

The next day, after closing the store, Aziraphale waited beside the Beetle in front of a huge building that exuded opulence and majesty and dominated by the two familiar letters HH, Heavenly Home. Brand of luxury furnishings.

His eyes were fixed on the people coming out of it, and he smiled as soon as he saw the familiar slender figure with the even more familiar brown curl coming out of the main swinging door.

"Muriel!" 

As soon as they saw him, Muriel exclaimed, "Aziraphale! What are you doing here? You're supposed to be busy in your little shop, surrounded by all those old things you love so much."

He didn't take it badly, for his friend and former colleague had said this in an affectionate tone, and Aziraphale replied gently, "I'm never too busy to look up an old friend and offer them a drink, or even dinner."

Muriel replied with a broad smile, "That makes me so happy."

Then Aziraphale sheepishly added, "I had something to do not far from here, and I thought why not combine the pleasant with the useful."

Muriel hugged him and then said softly, "I am so happy to see you. I miss you so much, you know. It's not the same without you here."

Over his shoulder, Aziraphale froze as he saw another familiar figure leave the building.

Their eyes met over Muriel's shoulder and Aziraphale murmured, "The Almighty. 

As the woman walked at a brisk pace, Muriel put a hand on Aziraphale's arm and said in a slightly reproachful tone, "She is your mother, after all."

Aziraphale took a deep breath and said calmly, "Come on, let's go."

A short time later, they were both sitting in a small restaurant, chatting animatedly about the latest news, happy to catch up.

Muriel asked, "So how's life as an antiquarian?"

Aziraphale smiled before answering, "Well, it's been a challenge starting out on my own, it's one thing to do it as a hobby, sometimes it's frustrating depending on the clientele, but basically I..."

Muriel interrupted with a smile, "Say no more, you're having fun. I can see that. You seem to be blossoming."

Aziraphale nodded and replied, "It's true, I'm my own boss too, and on the whole it works out pretty well."

Muriel clinked her wine glass against their friend's and said gently, "I'm so happy for you."

"By the way, I bought a house..."

Muriel's eyes widened and she exclaimed, "So your business is doing really well!"

Aziraphale chuckled.

"I have mortgaged to my underwear, but I don't regret it."

"You never regretted leaving HH?"

Aziraphale shook his head and replied, "As much as I know you love working there, that big, cold, sterile corporation just isn't for me. When Mother set it up after my father died, she promised there would be an antique furniture restoration department for me, but she got lost in the race for power and never kept her promise." He swallowed a sip of wine before continuing, "Does she ever ask about me?" 

Muriel shook their head, "She's too busy getting new contracts and I don't think she likes me very much, I guess she thinks I'm dim. I even thought she was going to fire me today because I didn't make enough sales."

Aziraphale put his hand on theirs and said gently, "Don't worry, you know her tantrums, she'll be her old self tomorrow."

They dropped the subject of his mother and continued to chat happily the rest of the evening, neither of them noticing the passing of time. 

As they left the restaurant, Aziraphale offered to drop Muriel off at their place before heading back to the lake house.

As he started, he said to his friend, "If you don't mind, I'd like to mail a letter before I go, which is what I came for in the first place."

Muriel nodded and five minutes later he parked the Beetle on a street corner and walked around looking for the address on Crowley's letter.

He muttered to himself, "33 Great Marlborough St."

Muriel, who had followed him, asked, "What is it?"

Aziraphale looked around in confusion and replied, "I'm not sure."

His friend insisted, "Who lives there?"

He shook his head and replied, "I don't really know."

Aziraphale triple-checked, but he was in the right place, no doubt about it. The problem was that at this address there was only a recently dug foundation, a sign announcing a new building soon, but no habitable structure.

He checked the address one last time, and then he noticed something strange.

It was dated March 27, 2024.

Crowley walked the school hallways, examining the last letter from Aziraphale he'd found in the box. He read it for the fourth time and still didn't understand it.

There must be some mistake, I tried to deliver the letter personally, to the address you gave me, but there is no property at 33 Great Marlborough St, it's just a pile of rubble.

By the way, the date isn't right either.

Crowley scribbled a note and as soon as the class was over, he went to put the letter in the box.

At the lake house, Aziraphale leaned against the kitchen counter, reading the latest letter he'd received.

I got your last letter.

I don't know if you'll get my answer, but I want to get to the bottom of it.

By the way, for some reason the mail isn't coming to my address in London. I still have to pick it up by car. Anyway, all this is to say that I didn't make a mistake with the address.

I know where I live, thanks!�� Okay, it's ugly, but it's not a pile of rubble either. I live on the fourth floor of a rather new building.

And last but not least, I'm not stupid, I live in 2024.

Aziraphale laughed darkly at what seemed to be a silly joke and continued reading.

Just out of curiosity, what year do you think it is?

A few days later, sitting on his sofa with a glass of wine in his hand, Crowley studied the latest note from Aziraphale. 

I'm living in 2022

SO PLEASE STOP BULLSHITTING ME.

Crowley laughed in disbelief and Harry looked at him before jumping up on the sofa and cuddling up to him.

He stroked the rabbit and thought before getting up and walking over to his dresser where he pulled out a shoebox full of photos.

He began to look through the photos. He came across one he'd forgotten, of himself when he was younger with his then-boyfriend, Furfur. They were in each other's arms, laughing, looking very much in love.

He looked at it for a second, then put it away and continued his search.

Finally, he found the photo he was looking for. It showed Crowley and a group of people out at night, wearing t-shirts and jeans as snow fell around them.

He turned it over and on the back was a date printed by the developer, APRIL 3, 2022.

The wind was blowing hard as Aziraphale arrived home to find the flag on the mailbox raised. Inside was a new letter from Crowley, which he grabbed before running up the path to the house as the sky began to darken.

After being greeted by the rabbit that had nearly knocked him down again, he read the letter while preparing his meal.

Since you don't believe me, I'll give you a little warning.

There was a bad flu in the spring of 2022.

I remember because it suddenly snowed at the beginning of April and for a long time.

After that, everyone got sick.

Aziraphale rolled his eyes. Then he looked at the calendar to see that today was April 3rd and continued reading.

So, my mysterious pen pal, if you really are where... or when... you say you are... I hope you're getting plenty of rest, drinking lots of herbal tea, and eating fruit to store vitamins.

Warm milk with honey is also effective. 

And above all, wear warm clothes.

Aziraphale laughed and said aloud in a mocking tone, "Snow, right."

Having had more than enough of this oddity, he crumpled up the letter wanting to throw it away, took a few steps, and suddenly had to stop to sneeze.

There was a bad flu in the spring of 2022.

He froze, thinking about the contents of the letter, and instinctively walked over to the bay window.

There, he couldn't hold back a gasp of surprise. Not at the beauty of the landscape, but because he was shocked.

Outside it was snowing heavily.

He looked at the falling snow for a long time, and only when he felt a chill run through his body did he stop thinking. Feeling the cold coming, he made himself a cup of tea and decided to go to bed, as he was no longer hungry and just wanted to sleep. 

The next morning, bundled up in a heavy waistcoat, he went to the mailbox, which was covered with the snow that had fallen during the night, and after struggling with the flap, he quickly slipped a letter inside and closed the box. He looked at it, almost afraid it would bite him, and then raised the little red flag.

The Lake House - April 4 - 2024

Crowley opened the box, removed the letter from Aziraphale, and lowered the flag.

He unfolded it and saw that it consisted of a single line.

IS THAT POSSIBLE?

Crowley, his hands shaking, picked up a pen and replied before placing the letter back in the box and raising the flag. 

The Lake House - April 4 - 2022

Aziraphale stared at the snow-covered mailbox from the house and was shocked to see the flag lowering by itself, and this began to frighten him a little. He got out and went to the mailbox, but when he got there he was shaken by a sneeze that made him bend over. When he looked up he saw that the flag had come back up. 

"What the hell?!"

Although this really scared him, curiosity got the better of him and he opened the mailbox with a trembling hand to take out what seemed to be the same paper he'd mailed. Slightly disappointed, but also reassured that the flag thing was probably just the wind, he sighed and relaxed.

But as he unfolded the note, his heart leapt into his chest.

IS THAT POSSIBLE?

YES.

April 5, 2024

Crowley returned to his apartment in a daze. Sensing that something was wrong with his owner, Harry didn't run this to him this time and followed him into the living room.

Crowley took him in his arms and set the rabbit next to him on the sofa. Harry rested his head on Crowley's knee as Crowley absentmindedly scratched his head.

After a few moments, the professor picked up a piece of paper and began to write. 

April 5, 2022

Aziraphale lay on his bed, surrounded by used tissues, still unable to believe the words on the letter from Crowley that had just arrived in the box. The rabbit that had truly made his home with him lay at the foot of his bed.

I don't know about you, but I don't even know what questions to ask. 

Can you tell me something that might shed some light?

Aziraphale shook his head, then got up and walked around the house, thinking, trying to find a connection, when he arrived at the front door and saw the rabbit's paw prints outside.

He grabbed a piece of paper near his phone and scribbled quickly.

I think we have the same pet.

Let's do a little test so we don't always have to wait for the other one to answer. Let's meet on April 7th at 10 a.m. in front of the mailbox at the Lake House.

He put the letter in the mailbox, raised the flag, and went home to crawl under his comforter, exhausted from cold and excitement.

April 6, 2024

Crowley rose early to drive to the lake house, hoping his mysterious pen pal had responded. His heart pounding, he saw that the flag was raised. He ran to the box, opened it, and grasped the small piece of paper with trembling fingers.

He replied and put the note back in the mailbox.

Is it a white rabbit?

"See" you tomorrow then ;-)

Thus began, two years apart, an extraordinary exchange of letters, punctuated by the movement of a small flag on a mailbox.

April 7, 2022/2024 - 10:00 a.m.

A: Good morning, and yes, it is a rabbit.

C: Does it rub against your legs when you come in and follow you until it's fed?

A: Yes.

C: I named it Harry.

Aziraphale looked at the rabbit at his feet and said, "Nice to meet you, Harry."

The little rabbit rubbed against him as if it understood.

C: Perhaps we could introduce ourselves properly.

I'm Crowley, you know, and I've just arrived as a professor of astronomy at an institute for special students.

A: My name is Aziraphale. I'm an antiquarian and a collector. I have a little shop called A.Z. Fell & Co. 

I'm still trying to figure it out. If in two years you are living in a building at 33 Great Marlborough St... which doesn't exist yet... where are you, uh, "now", my now, in 2022?

C: I'm studying for my doctorate in astrology at Westminster School.

Crowley stopped writing and looked around before continuing.

C: And now I'm corresponding in an extremely weird way with someone I've never met. Too, too, too weird!!!

A: What's it like in 2024?

C: It's great. Everyone is driving around in flying cars. We all wear metal colored suits and we all have super powers.

Aziraphale smiled at the joke before reading on.

C: Nothing has really changed. No. We have 5G, Twitter has become Xitter since Musk bought it. No, there has been no big change.

I have to go, I have a class this afternoon. I won't be able to be there for another three days, my next day off.

But... one thing worries me. What if by sending these letters, by communicating in this way, we inadvertently change the course of time itself, change the history of mankind forever?

Aziraphale thought for a moment before answering.

A: You're right. Let's not do that.

Aziraphale posted the letter and entered the house, Harry rubbing his feet as usual and beginning to follow him.

The antiquarian exclaimed, "Harry! That's enough!"

He took the rabbit in his arms and placed it next to where it usually ate and ordered it, "You wait here and stop following me."

For three days he repeated the same trick several times until Harry did indeed wait quietly by his bowl. He gave the rabbit a small piece of carrot to congratulate him and said softly, "Good boy."

Then, despite what they seemed to have decided, he wrote a short note and went to put it in the mailbox, raising the flag. 

He only hoped that Crowley would still come and check.

April 10, 2024

Crowley reread the letter as he entered his apartment, understanding absolutely nothing.

Sorry, I took the liberty of altering the future and changed one little thing.

Crowley closed the door and while he expected to be nearly knocked down by Harry, who always ran between his legs, nothing happened.

He walked into the kitchen and was surprised to see teh rabbit bravely waiting for him next to its food bowl.

No need to thank me.

Crowley laughed out loud in a way he hadn't in a long time.

The next day, as he sat in class waiting for the next students to arrive, he was still wondering how he could thank Aziraphale, when Pepper suddenly appeared shyly on the doorstep.

Which was strange, because the bubbly girl was anything but shy, especially around him.

Surprisingly, since Crowley had told the students that he wanted them to ask him questions, to discuss his classes, it wasn't unusual for her to linger at the end of a class to discuss with him a contrary or not so contrary view of the class topics.

Crowley's colleagues had told him that it was the first time since Pepper's arrival at the Academy that anyone had managed to captivate her like that.

"Ahem, Professor... Crowley?" 

"Crowley will suffice as always, Pepper," Crowley replied quietly before inviting her in with a gesture.

She reached over and placed something on his desk as she said, "Um... I wanted to thank you for always taking the time to answer me whenever I come in and whatever my question is, so I prepared this little something for you myself."

Crowley, touched, unwrapped the small package and took out a pretty bookmark in a shade of blue, adorned with stars; he looked at it more closely and gasped, "But it's..."

"You told us about your rabbit, so I put the rabbit constellation on it."

He looked up and said in a soft, emotional voice, "Thank you, Pepper, that's very thoughtful of you."

"You're welcome! See you later." 

She turned and walked away, her usual lively stride.

Crowley looked at the bookmark for a long time; it had been ages since anyone had made such a thoughtful gesture for him, especially for something he'd done.

"Congratulations, Professor."

He looked up at the owner of the voice that had torn him from his thoughts, Anathema.

"What?"

"You are one of the chosen few who have the privilege of being among the people Pepper respects the most. She only gives this kind of personal gift to people she holds in high esteem."

"Oh..."

Anathema leaned against the doorframe and continued, "I came to invite you tonight. We're having a movie night with a small group of colleagues, the ones you know, in the video room. Are you interested?" 

A while back, Crowley would have declined, but tonight, perhaps because of Aziraphale or thanks to him, he decided to accept and replied, "I'll come, thanks for thinking of me. What movie?"

“You've got mail.”

Crowley exclaimed, “One of my favorite film along with Richard Curtis' romcoms!” 

Anathema chuckled softly and continued, "We'll meet there after class, and as soon as everyone's there, we'll get started. Newt will bring food and drinks."

A few hours later, they were discussing the movie over beers and burgers. There was Eric, Anathema, Newt, and even Mrs. Tracy, the principal.

At the end, Anathema laughed about the main characters, "Honestly, it's so stupid, I wouldn't have waited, I would have gone to see her as soon as I knew who she was. Why wait when you know she's your soul mate?"

Crowley squeezed Aziraphale's last letter in his pocket before saying quietly, "I think there's something pure about it. A correspondence with no social barriers, no looks, no pretense... no need to worry about details. There's something exciting about it."

Crowley didn't realize they were all looking at him, surprised to see him show so much passion, and Anathema nudged him, "You got someone in your life, Crowleyyyy?"

"Hm?"

Mrs. Tracy gave him a knowing look and insisted, "It's hard not to notice you writing or reading letters all the time."

Crowley blushed slightly before replying, "It's not that kind of relationship, though it's true I've never met him."

Anathema asked, curious, "Why?" 

"Let's just say it's... complicated."

Seeing that Crowley had no desire to dwell on the subject, the others changed the subject and, discussing the movie, continued to enjoy a pleasant evening.

Later, on his way home, Crowley felt a pleasant warmth. 

For the first time in a long time, he did not feel lonely.

He felt in his pocket the bookmark Pepper had given him and suddenly knew what he could do for Aziraphale.

The next morning, he went to a clothing stores in search of what he had in mind.

Three hours later, at the lake house, he dropped a letter with a small package in the mailbox. He raised the flag and headed back to town.

April 12, 2022

Aziraphale had just gotten up, and as he had every morning since this strange correspondence began, he went to check the mail and was pleasantly surprised to see the little flag up. He returned to the house a little later with a letter and a small package.

He opened the package and took out a beautiful tartan scarf. He wrapped it around his neck, sat down in his chair with a cup of tea and began to read the letter.

Thank you for educating my little Harry. Here's a little gift to show my appreciation.

Put it on and don't take it off for the rest of the month. It will be cold until the end of April.

Aziraphale tightened the scarf around his neck and smiled softly.

Aziraphale, I don't know if what we are doing will change the course of time, but what I am sure of is that it is having a positive impact on my life, so I don't want to stop.

This connection I have with you has allowed me to reach out to others and for the first time in a long time I don't feel alone.

I don't want to stop.

But if you want me to, I'll do it, you just have to let me know.

April 15th, 7:00 a.m., I'll come and get your answer.

Sincerely, Crowley.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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[poisonousquinzel]

Batman: Urban Legends (2021 - ) #1

Hi, am thinking about Harley and Ivy gardening and setting up Ivy's greenhouse together because they should be allowed to embrace each other's passions and build each other up and help with the other's plans 💖💖 instead of it being an unnecessary sexist and ooc hurdle

(cough @ P*ul D*ni & Br*ce T*mm cough hahahahhahahhahah)

Cause really, Harley would love doing anything with Ivy and would 1000% count gardening with her as dates. It's daily dates! 💞🥺

She loves everything about her enchanting, plant obsessed lady. Ivy sees cool moss and is like !! Moss!! ❤️❤️ And Harley matches her enthusiasm not cause she loves moss but because she loves Ivy. And Ivy being happy and excited about something inherently is gonna make Harley happy because she loves it when her partners are thriving.

If she can help in that, she jumps at the chance. She may mess up and get distracted, but she loves and listens and notes what little things makes them tick because they're special to her.

Harley Quinn: Make 'em Laugh (2020-) #2 "Housewarming"

Like this!!! More of this!! She knew that the Bonsai tree was something Ivy would want to save if she went there and she knew it was something that would be in better hands in the care of Ivy anyway. And then in the end, even though she wasn't able to obtain the tree because of the guard robot, her snake swallowed a couple of rare seeds and hacked them up on Ivy's floor. A bit gross, sure, but Ivy's delighted!

"These--These are gargantua seeds! Some of the rarest in the world! Stolen from their rightful homes centuries ago, and all but extinct! Genuine man-eating trees! This is better than anything I could have dreamed of! Thank you!"

Lots of exclamation points when you write out the dialogue but skdjsksks like they're just so 💖💞💖💞💖 special to me

Omg and the "My Harls" 💞💞💞

And the loveliest "Garden" trope of them all for Harlivy, the Paradise/Eden/Utopia 💖🤌 my Fucking Beloved,,,, I've posted the bits here 💖 but like these ones ?!?

Batman (2016) #97

"She built this paradise for me in a cave system under the park, after a rough time with Mr. J... I wasn't ready to let go of him then, but he'd poisoned me....

This was kinda sorta my rehab clinic. That's why I wanted to bring you here."

"Ivy's usual rules are No Clothes In Eden, but I don't think you and I have that kind of relationship.

And if any of these plants have her residual personality, they'd probably try harder to eat you.

This is where I used to go with her to get my brain in order. To a point, anyways..."

Like the months they probably spent together throughout the years in Eden, their own secret safe haven, a place that Ivy would take her when she needed to get away from it all. And the way she says "if any of these plants have her residual personality, they'd probably try harder to eat you."

the plants probably reacted to Ivy's emotions whenever they were there before, there together. Just the two of them, nude, vulnerable and completely and utterly alone besides the other, far far beneath the world above.

Just the idea of casual vines, grass and ferns brushing lovingly against Harley's legs and arms as they walk together, a perfectly bloomed flower and it's stem wrapping around her bicep.

The two of them spending each night together in the bud of a rose Ivy grew, entrained and intertwined for warmth and comfort. The two of them gently washing each other's backs in the river, skinny-dipping in the dark and getting lost in the feeling of each other's skin against their own.

Ivy creating this perfect escape for them where they didn't have to worry about anything, money, food, cruel and vindictive ex's.

"Trying to cut my throat open was one thing, but then you come to burn down the only place I still like in this stupid city?" Batman (2016) #98 And if Harley ever did get too cold, if they happened to venture down in the colder months, the No Clothes Rules could always be fudged to mean no Human World clothes. She could craft her clothes just like she makes her own outfits.

But, really, they both enjoy the freedom and intimacy that comes from being fully exposed and naked around each other, the inherent vulnerability and trust.

And Harley always feels okay and loved in her presence, never feels like she needs to cover up her body, because Ivy has and would never make jokes about her body (she's not him.)

And Ivy's affection and sometimes shy nature when it comes to that direct deceleration is always evened out by the connected plants easy nature to show exactly how she's feeling. Like,, If she feels nervous about holding Harley's hand, well she better get on it because those pretty ferns that look purple and blue in the right light will not stop wrapping around her and tickling Harley's palms.

Even in the night, they'll wake up curled together, most of the time in the spooning position, but Harley always has a little visitor or two attempting to warm her alongside Ivy. It makes Ivy flush every time as she wills them away, but Harley loves it and she treasures the fact that Ivy trusts her so much, and loves her so deeply that her connection to the plant life around them is tuned in to the sheer overwhelming emotion she feels towards and about Harley every time she lays eyes on her silly little clown.

Harley wouldn't mention it, but she'd know. She is trained to notice those things 💞

Like, y'all, I am totally a-okay sobs hysterically

[toastedjeans]

Anyway, here's my new AU!

Dungeon of Pizza

The premise is basically the same as og Pizza Tower, but with elements of Pokemon Mystery Dungeon, and almost all characters have elemental magic. Imagine they use their magic sort of like pokemon moves. I don't have any of the designs ready, but they will be fantasy themed at least. Also some characters are in teams, some are alone, and some join an existing team later.

Now for the plot!

It begins like we expect, Pizzahead threatens Peppino with the destruction of his restaurant (he'll probably have a tavern), and then retreats to his tower. In order to get to the tower, Peppino and Gustavo have to traverse several dungeons, and at the end of each group of dungeons there is a boss fight. Peppino can recruit each boss after he defeats them, and they will then travel alongside him.

During their travels they meet Gerome, who is forced to work for Pizzahead. If he doesn't obey him, PH will kill his brother, John. Gerome helps the party gather all the treasures, as they are the key to free John. Oh and John has very strong magic, but he is trapped in a machine that absorbs all his magical power and feeds it to Pizzahead. If PH is defeated, but John isn't freed, he will gather his strength again and come back to torment Peppino once more.

At the final fight, it's revealed that the bosses followed Pep and Gus to ambush them, but uh. Idk lore dump makes them realize that PH is insane or they feel betrayed or something so then they turn on PH and fight against him with Peppino and Gustavo.

And now the characters (under the cut)!

Team #1

Peppino

Owner of a small tavern, works alongside Gustavo. He has electricity magic, so he can summon lightning bolts, shoot balls of lightning, or power up his body to deal more damage. Can also create an electric shield to tank a hit.

Gustavo

Works at the tavern with Peppino. He has nature magic, plant manipulation, and maybe even minor control of the weather? Like, he can summon vines or tree roots to trap enemies, and can make rain appear to make Peppino's attacks stronger. He can talk to animals, and either already has Brick to ride on, or he'll befriend her during the course of the adventure, not sure yet. Him and Peppino are already in a relationship btw :)

Team #2

Mr Stick

Has wind/storm magic, and can fly via his propeller hat. He's physically not very strong (his magic isn't either), but he is very strategic. He explores dungeons mostly for the loot or rewards, or just straight up steals treasure he comes across (if Burton doesn't notice and makes him return it).

Burton

Burton has ground magic, he can make earthquakes and terraform as needed. He can't hurt Stick with his magic, and Stick can't really do much to Burton either (even if his magic was stronger). Also him and Stick are husbands. Because i said so.

Team #3

Noise

Can summon explosions, but also has sound based magic (high and low frequency stuff, demonic screeching, etc). Mostly uses his sound magic for distraction or immobilization, or if he wants to annoy someone.

Noisette

Hear me out. She has poison magic. Cause i think it's funny to have the sweet girl be poison. She can summon poison spikes that make others queasy, or distract with poisoned food. Only few are immune to her poison (Pizzahead, Fake Peppino, Burton). She'd like to cook something edible for once but everyone who tries her food gets nauseous.

Teamless

Pepperman

This guy has water magic, including other liquids (paint, oil, acid, blood...). He can't do the thing like in ATLA where he can bend other people's blood, but he can summon it. He also uses his magic abilities to experiment with different forms of art, or rather paints i guess. He hasn't painted with blood yet but who knows...... Develops a slight crush on Vigilante because yes.

Vigilante

He has fire magic, and can either shoot fireballs or use it like a flamethrower. His gloves are fire resistant. He can also do the same thing Peppino can, where he powers up his body (think like, he tackles or punches you, but he or his fist is on fire).

Fake Peppino

A shapeshifter whose magic depends on who he shapes into. So if he shapes into the form of Peppino, he'll have Peppino's powers. His true form is unknown, but mostly he's seen in the form of Peppino. However, no matter which form he takes on he's immune to poison, like he absorbs it, or because his body isn't stable it doesn't affect him. He becomes friends with Noisette because he's able to eat her food and she is so happy to finally have someone who can eat it without problems. He later joins any of the teams however he likes it, one time he'll go with Noise and Noisette, other times he'll go with Pep and Gus, etc.

Doise

Can summon rocks to throw, or make a wall around him, or lay traps (idk spiky rocks and stuff). His backstory is similar to how it is regularly (in my hc at least), he used to explore the dungeons together with Peddito, until they were defeated by some extremely powerful monster and needed to escape. Doise froze up when he wanted to go back to save Peddito, but he was too afraid and left him behind to die. Now Doise blames himself for Peddito's death, and falls into severe depression. He doesn't have anyone else, now that his best and only friend was dead. Sometimes Peddito's spirit haunts him when he's especially weak and vulnerable, almost like he's waiting for the perfect opportunity to get revenge. And because it's my latest obsession, he joins Peppino and Gustavo's team and starts crushing on both of them. Oh and when he's in a group setting he's like a smug bastard to hide his depression.

Maurice

He has no magic, and is secretly bitter about it. But he keeps saying stuff like "magic is just a cheap trick to make weaklings stronger". Yes, he's basically Jasper SU. He probably won't help Peppino with Pizzahead, but i thought I'd mention him anyway.

Pizzahead

Due to John's power being fed into him, he somehow has control over all magic. He can counter everything the gang throws at him, be it explosions, or fire, or lightning. He's almost invincible, HOWEVER, he is vulnerable to non magical physical attacks. Peppino needs to kick the crap out of him in order to defeat him, but he needs to figure that out first.

John

Has rock and ground magic. Obviously lol. He's one of the most powerful characters, but was somehow tricked by Pizzahead and is now trapped inside the tower. Him and Gerome used to be another team before being separated.

Gerome

He has rock and water magic, and was hired by Pizzahead, basically if he doesn't do what he says, John will suffer even more or he'll kill him. He helps guide the others to the treasures but doesn't let himself be seen. Looks like he doesn't care about anything, but just wants his brother back.

Yeah that's the new AU! I hope you enjoy, and if not. Uh. That's cool too i guess.

[corsairesix]

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It's crazy how kids these days don't think that flatscan is a slur. Most of your parents are human you literally wouldn't exist without them.

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Oh so now the Mr. Sinister fanblog is going to preach to us?

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Hey has anyone tried smoking thr krakoan plants. Like, can you smoke one of the portals?

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healing gardens

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Can't believe I got decimated and it turns out the Scarlet Witch isn't even Magneto's kid. What was that all about then?

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I think she's his kid again. Kinda. It's complicated

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Leave Magneto alone he's a single dad of 2-6 kids lmao

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OMG I just found out that Serafina Hayes is a mutant! She's the pen name for St. John Allerdyce, who actually lives on the island! I can't believe I could actually meet him!

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St. John Allerdyce is actually super problematic. He used to associated with Fred Dukes, who is incredibly homophobic (callout post here)

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You literally spoke to Fred at the Green Lagoon this morning?

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girl both of them were terrorists

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#like truly who wasn't? grow up

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Okay listen... You can't spell MLF without- no I shan't say it

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Then I will

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Stop reblogging this

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This is just mean

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We need to get Cyclops on here he's a natural born poster I just know it.

#this is based on nothing i can just feel it

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The only reason that posts like the "down with flatscans bus" post exist is because the people making them would make a down with mutants bus if they could

🌌what-is-a-neo

i mean there was a down with mutants bus. that was a pretty significant thing that happened. like i understand where you’re coming from here but there very much was a down with mutants bus.

#also i would totally make a down with flatscans bus

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They should make the theme for the next hellfire gala camp, I want to see Tony Stark squirm

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I just saw Wolverine run by naked and growling? Hello?

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Right in front of my salad?

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That happens sometimes

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Wait, which Wolverine?

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You know which one.

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Why do the X-Men always say "hope you survive the experience" brother I will just die

[ihatechosingnames]

Honkai Star Rail Lore and Spoilers?

So, this is actually the second attempt. The first got lost.

Kafka, even as an enemy, is exceptionally helpful in terms of lore. And with the Data Banks, we can fill a lot of plot holes, maybe left on purpose.

So, we capture Kafka and interrogate her, first with the Diviner, then alone. People leave us alone with Kafka, even when they don't trust Kafka to not pull some kind of brainwashing and even when they see a strange connection between Stelle (the female MC) and Kafka herself.

So, Elio, her boss, has already foreseen everything, even our questions, and that make Kafka tell us everything she knows, which is only a tiny part of what Elio knows. I can't wait to actually meet him. So, they lead us with tiny crumbs to do what they want, in this case, ally ourselves with Xianzhou because in the future we are going to fight Nanook the Destruction.

She actually says "in the best and the worst cases", so if we stay on a neutral case there is a tiny chance that we are not going to fight an Aeon. But I don't think we are going to have that much of a choice: Kafka telling all of that could mean two things:

1 we can fight against this prophecy, which can end up as a self-driven prophecy or we can avoid altogether this scenario

2 we do nothing and the prophecy can or not happen.

Since the Stellarion hunters are working so hard to give us all the help we may need, it's possible that we cannot avoid fighting Nanook. This may be the reason why we have a Stellarion inside our body. And the cutscene ends with Kafka telling us that even Aeons can die, and soon after our point of view changes to Dan Heng and his side of the adventure. Basically in this world, Dan Heng is a protagonist just as much as Stelle, I'm going to analyze it later.

Back to Kafka, Stelle, LORE, and juicy information.

So, in the game, up to this moment, 5 Aeons are already dead, killed, or disappeared. The names are Long the Permanence, Idrila the Beauty, Ena the Order, Tayzzyronth the Propagation, and Akivili the Trailblaze.

Kafka is giving so much information that she also tells us how two of these five died:

So, that explains why we don't have any information about Ena in the Data Bank, they were assimilated by another Aeon. But how does Kafka know it?

From the Data Bank, Tayzzyronth duplicated himself "a torrent of infinite propagation. [...] fluttered across the worlds until their advances were halted by fate in some way."

Funnily enough, Dan Heng's side starts with Luocha talking about the Propagation and the mortality of Aeons.

But nobody says which Aeon did the deed. Could it be it was the Hunt while he was searching for the Abundance? After all, their names share a similitude:

Propagation: 1. the breeding of specimens of a plant or animal by natural processes from the parent stock

Abundance: 1. a very large quantity of something.

It may be a theory since the Abundance's symbol is wheat and in the game is associated with plants, such as the Big Tree.

Theory number 1: Lan the Hunt killed the Propagation while pursuing the Abundance.

Back to Kafka, Stelle asks about Akivili's fate:

Nobody knows. In the Data Bank: "Akivili's destiny was abruptly ended due to an accident", which tells nothing. Curiously, even Idrila the Beauty disappeared with no one knowing a thing: "The Aeon of Beauty suddenly vanished one day. It was just as mysterious as when they first appeared." So Akivili disappeared one day and it was not something decided by fate; Idrila disappeared, probably in the same way they appeared.

Of the five Aeons, three were discussed by Kafka and two by Dan Heng's party. And color me surprised, they talked about Long the Permanence.

So a specie that lives in Xianzhou is a descendant of an Aeon, Long the Permanence. And they are related to dragons. Since Sushang is someone who doesn't like school, it's Dan Heng, Mr "I can't set foot on Xianzhou for multiple reasons regarding my backstory", which tells us what we need.

And say, Dan Heng, how do you know all of this? It's more than what normal people should know, more like inside knowledge.

Theory number 2: Dan Heng, since his nickname is Cold Dragon Young, is a Vidyadhara and he was banished because he messed up a serious and important rite regarding Blade. But from the character story, it looks like he ran away and changed his name and face (maybe he reincarnated like they said about the Vidyadhara, even though it's said they have draconic features) to avoid detection and he is scared of someone (Blade, if we connect the dots with the Light Cone "Nowhere to Run") who has a killing intent against him, bad enough to follow him and destroy every single ship he (Dan Heng) was on. Dan Heng possibly is one of the rare descendants that inherit the trait to become a dragon. Whatever it means.

Side note: Am I the only one to see that Luocha and Dan Heng have similar clothing? Luocha is hella sus with a huge casket, his knowledge, the fact he was on the port after the blockade, his Path being the Abundance... This all leads to him being a kind of enemy, but it's such a huge red flag that is natural to put the focus on him.

The wiki also says "Luocha, also known as Rakshasa, are a type of evil spirit in Buddhist mythology who eat human flesh". Great way to name a character who is a healer, Hoyoverse. It's like they are trying to shout "LOOK AT HIM AND HIS HUGE RED FLAG".

[lady-of-the-silver-lakeatron]

Bridgerton Season 3 Episode 4 Initial Reactions

At last I am done and I can live in peace!

He brought a plant for her to enjoy indoors! This is the way to introduce a partner to your interests!

No Portia do not meddle leave the poor people alone.

Lady Arnold really said boy I do not need you to be cute I need you in bed bahahah

They're training a cute Pomeranian tricks!

"With much practice anything is possible" has the same energy as "Through incredible amounts of violence anything is possible"

OMG the caller isnt the Lord Samadani but best boy John!! Not Eloise hiding!

Francesca looks ready to eat him up!!

He is an Earl y'all! He's above a Viscount but below a Marquess! Like damn!

This scene is giving "woman on first date feels like she could spend whole life in uncomfortable silence with this man".

All these yappers are so confused about how happy they are/ Let them simply vibe within their auras!

John you're so good mannered! Best boy right here.

Penelope's dress looks like a princess dress it has a purple mist of fabric 10/10.

Portia stop perpetuating these ideas. No wonder your kids didn't know how to have sex!

You cannot make me feel bad for Cressida, nooo, stop

Okay Debling is such a green flag he doesn't belittle her interests and makes them equal to his own!

Ooh flirting by proxy!

Colin being so confused and horny that he goes back to have sex about it rather than discuss it. What a healthy strategy.

The Kilmarten's being reserved sounds just like the right place for "I don't like attention" Fran

Fran really expressing herself here!

"No I am not interested in him" bb girl your skirts are on fire

This Eloise- Cressida meeting is giving forbidden lesbian romance.

Lord Cowper can leave out of a window.

Not the 19th century frat boy speak -.-

Colin doesn't kiss and tell, good boy.

Portia stop thinking of yourself for once!

I know Portia is self-centered but she is right that Security is very important. This is an era where upper class ladies are kept from even learning how to cook and do basic house chores so without husbands this is a hard life to have.

Colin Angst!

Violet having an honest discussion about Colin's people pleasing nature is A+ parenting.

Violet you minx telling him about Penelope's potential engagement. She said I want a ginger daughter in law.

Queen Charlotte's wig! Girly you are wearing litcheral art!

Violet is nervous for the drama!

Flirting with Lady Danbury's brother and getting the lore!

The widowers moment was so emotional and beautiful I’m glad she has someone to chat with.

Lady Danbury what past life is haunting you??

Omg the lighting, the location, the framing, the outfits. This Eloise-Cressida scene looks like a romantic scene. Give me a lesbian love story you cowards!!

Give us a rebellious Romeo-Juliet story here. It would be a nice reward.

RIP Cressida you are about to be infodumped.

They speak in silence swoon.

John! I told y'all he is best boy he got her gift engaged with Fran’s special interest.

Fran said I have found my husband why waste time here any longer byees.

"She is not drinking the lemonade" was delivered with so much concern lol.

These two are actually a fun seeming couple,  more of the Featherington couples!

Bad SexEd strikes again!

Colin: out of my way gay boys I'm about to get it!

He cut into the dance! The way everyone is watching this!

Debling is asking all of the right questions! He is speaking in fax I am so sorry Pen but marrying a man while pining for another is not right missy.

This was the politest break up.

Francesca looks so happy.

Carriage scene

I did not write much as the scene was quite captivating but damn' this was such a long episode how was it 2 hours long?

Also Local man finger fucks long time friend in carriage and decides they must be married at once.

Okay finally done editing these! Hope you enjoyed! I feel I must now re-read romancing Mr. Bridgerton while waiting for part II.

Nicola really gave such an amazing performance in the carriage scene because I could feel her apprehension, shock, fear, worry, excitement, and desperation the entire time. It was chefs kiss. Same to Luke hats off to him for giving some of the most memorable moments.

I think this episode tried to fix the Bridgerton issue where they have too many speaking scenes on after another like in the Season 2 finale so I am liking the pacing and such! I hope y'all have fun.

[wednesdaymunson]

Mine (Interlude)

Baby Daddy!Eddie x Fem!reader

Summary: It's the day after reader slept with Eddie and told him that she still loved him. Eddie finds out she's seeing Keanu. Eddie and reader decide to stop hooking up. Reader is in NYC to spend a couple of days with Keanu.

A/N: This was meant to be part 3, but the material written after was a little over the place, at this point it's still in outline mode while I work on a Kas request. So this is an interlude and I hope you enjoy 😊-reblogs and likes are most welcomed and I love getting feedback 🖤

Warnings: slight angst,smut,a dab of toxic Baby Daddy Eddie, fluff, special guest Steve, thigh riding, oral(m receiving). Drinking. Possessiveness. I think that's about it.

Word count: 2,453 give or take

Head Over Heels pt 2

''Fuck you!'' Was the last thing you said to Eddie when you called to tell him you were leaving for New York. It turned into a heated argument, him demanding you not to leave. You didn't like being that way with him, but where does he get off telling you, you couldn't leave?

You arrived at a loft that Keanu rented while he was in town. You were greeted by Harvey, the doorman.

"You must be Ms. Y/L/N. Welcome! I'm Harvey, nice to meet you. Mr. Reeves let me know you were arriving this afternoon. Unfortunately,  he hasn't made it back yet so I will be escorting you to his apartment." He smiled.

"Nice to meet you too,  Harvey. Thank you."

"Here we are, apartment 1408. If you need anything and I mean anything at all, here is my number. Don't hesitate. There's a few of us on rotation, Donavan will be your doorman tonight until the early morning. Here is your key Ms. Y/L/N and enjoy the rest of your stay."

You unlock the door and walk into the loft. It's adorned with paintings, sculptures, and other pieces of art. He had some guitars in the corner of the living room and a few plants throughout. You got to the small kitchen table and there sat your favorite flowers along with a card and box of sweets. You picked up the card to read. 

'Y/N, I'm glad to have you here with me. Please make yourself at home.- Always, Keanu.'

You decide to check out the rest of the place. The bathroom had a walk-in shower, a spacious vanity, mood lighting, and a big deep tub. It reminded you of a spa. All you needed was a glass of wine and a good book. The bedroom was cozy. It was dimly lit, dark, and heavy curtains to block out the sunlight when needed. 

The star of the room was the king-size bed. You flopped yourself on it and buried your face into the covers. You could smell him, and that brought a smile to your face and comfort. You feel a hand caress your ass. You quickly turn around to see Keanu.

"Hey, Beautiful." He smiled

"Hey, Handsome." You smiled back. 

He joins you in bed and cups your cheek, stroking it gently with his thumb. He leans in and your lips press against each other, tongues swirling around each other, as he presses his body into yours. 

"Maybe we should do takeout tonight."  You grinned. 

"I would love that, but we've had plenty of nights in. You deserved to be taken out on the town." He cooed.

Keanu took you out shopping that afternoon. He was attentive to everything you touched and picked up in the stores. He would suggest items every so often, but his goal was to make you happy and as long as you were happy, he was happy. You were only there for a couple of days, but at the end of the shopping spree, you had enough to fill a closet and a dresser. You felt a bit embarrassed because you hardly ever buy this much in 3 months, let alone one trip. 

"Keanu! Why did you let me get all this?! I'm only here for a couple of days. We should take some of this back."

"Babe, did you want the clothes, shoes, and etc.?" He asked. 

"Yes."

"Then there it is. Whatever you want, your heart's desires, is yours. If you want, you can keep what you want here for when you come back." He beamed. 

The night came quickly. You were in the living room waiting for Keanu to finish getting ready. You made a phone call to check on Evelyn and tell her goodnight. You took a moment to admire your dress in the mirror. It was a dark red mini dress with a black floral mesh overlay. Keanu comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you. 

"Absolutely stunning." He whispered. 

"You too." You smiled

"Good evening, Mr. Reeves. I see you're accompanied by a beautiful and I'm sure sweet lady. How did you trick her to come visit you?" Donavan joked.

"He told me he was going to put me in movies, but all the scenes take place in the bedroom. Obviously, our idea of movies differs." You quipped. 

"See Donavan, she's not all that sweet." Keanu chuckled. 

The driver pulls up in a black SUV. Keanu opens the door for you and helps you in. 

"You kids have fun!" Donavan shouts from his post. 

Dinner was great. Keanu took you to his favorite sushi restaurant. The both of you laughed and had great conversations. Luckily, you were sitting in a private area, so you could be as loud as you wanted to. As you finish your drink, you catch him staring at you. 

"What? Is there something on my face? Dress?"

Keanu laughed. "No, I can't believe I'm having dinner with the most beautiful girl in the world."

"Oh shut the fuck up!" You laughed. 

"It's okay if you don't believe me. The day I saw you, time slowed, everything was tunnel vision, and I thought to myself, 'She's so god damn beautiful..'. Then all these rose petals fell from the sky, and Prince was playing in the background." He chuckled. 

"Then I saw you again at some club and all I saw was you, I couldn't even hear the music. I knew then the universe had us cross paths again for a reason." 

Dinner was over, but the night was still young. Keanu suggested you both attend an art gallery. There, he introduced you to a few people. He mentioned your photography, paintings, and other works to the gallerist — they offered to set up a meeting in a few months to go over your work for a possibility of putting some of your items in the gallery. It was the fifth time the server came around with a tray of cocktails. You had been building up liquid courage to speak to these important people. The alcohol finally caught up to you, and you felt like you were floating in a world all your own. 

"You ready to go home, Sweetheart?" 

"Hmm? What was that?"

"Home. Are you ready to go home? It's getting late, babe."

"Oh, yesss. I'm ready to get outta these clothes." You giggled.

"You're drunk, aren't you?"

"No!... just a bit buzzed." You giggled.

"Okay, okay. Let's get you home, Princess."

Hearing him call you that name made your stomach do flips. It also reminded you of Eddie. Your mind started to wander off, wanting to know what he was doing, if he was taking this chance to find someone else and move on, or was he finally sticking to his words. 

"Here, take my blazer. You're shivering."

Keanu drapes his blazer over your shoulders while you wait for the driver.  He lights a cigarette and makes sure the smoke isn't blowing your way. He gets a couple of drags before the SUV pulls up. He puts it out, helps you in, and slides in behind you. Keanu takes his forefinger and thumb to grab your chin, and he crashes his lips into yours, tongues rolling over each other. You press your body into his, making your way to straddle his thigh, your dress rucked up, exposing your bare ass and soaked pussy. Luckily the privacy partition was up. 

"No panties and already dripping for me? Such a dirty girl. My dirty girl." He growled into your ear. 

He peppered your neck with kisses mixed with light nips. He kisses down your chest, then to the top of your left breast, and he sinks his teeth into your soft flesh. You let out a low moan and buck your hips, feeling the friction on your clit grinding against his thigh.

"Does that feel good, Princess?"

"Mm yes." You moaned.

"Do you want to cum for me? Be my good girl and cum, yeah?"

"Yes, I wanna cum for you ou." You whined. 

Keanu's hands run up and down your thighs while you grind your needy cunt on this thigh. You let out breathy moans, chasing your orgasm. He kept his eyes on you the whole time, taking you all in. You could feel the warmth filling your stomach. 

"We're almost home, Princess. I need you to cum now."

You bear down and start to move your hips at a faster pace. Your breathing became rapid as you reached climax, your nails dug into the back of the seat, skin prickling as you collapsed from pleasure. You rest your forehead on his, trying to catch your breath. The driver taps on the partition. 

"That's my girl." He whispered. 

The door opens as soon as both of you are decent. Your dress back at its normal length, and Keanu had positioned his blazer to cover his bulge and the arousal you left on his pants. 

"Mr. Reeves, Ms. Y/L/N, I hope you both had a wonderful night." Donavan greeted. 

"It was great, Donavan. I'm glad Y/N decided to come." Keanu winked. 

The both of you giggled as you got out of the vehicle. As soon as he locks the door to the loft, you push him back against the door, your lips trailing kisses down his neck while your hand palms his hardon through his pants. Keanu groans, his hands moving up your dress. You slap his hands away. 

"No, let me be your good girl. Let me make you feel good. I've been wanting to do this all day." You smirk. 

You drop to your knees and undo Keanu's belt and pants, you release his hard, long cock, and pull back his foreskin to fully expose the head. Your mouth is already watering at the sight, you give him a couple of kitten licks, swirl your tongue around the head, and take him into your mouth. Keanu lets out a soft moan, his hand barely touching the nape of your neck. 

You pump his cock while your cheeks hollow, bobbing up and down. Drool trickles down his dick to his heavy balls. 

"F-fuck, Y/N! Your mouth feels so damn good! Please look at me with those beautiful eyes." Keanu begged.

You look up at him as you slow down your pace, your tongue running over every inch of him. You release him from your mouth and move down to tongue and suck on his swollen balls while you continue to pump him. He groans and bucks his hips. 

"Are you ready to cum for me, baby?" You cooed. 

"Fuck yes! Let me fill your mouth up, sweetheart." He moaned. 

You give a firm lick of the underside to the tip of his dick and shove his cock to the back of your throat. You hold yourself there for a few seconds and pull back with his cock covered in spit, trailing from your lips. You take him into your mouth again, quickening your pace. You place your thumb on his sweet spot while sucking on the head of his cock, trying not to break the seal. Your free hand was gripping his thigh and you could feel him tense up, he was so close. You applied a little more pressure rubbing on the sweet spot. He inhaled sharply as he grabbed the back of your head. He stilled himself before he grunted while filling your mouth with hot ropes of cum, spurting into the back of your throat. You held still until you knew he was done and you swallowed around him. Keanu helped you up and kissed you deeply. 

"Babe, you're fucking perfect." He breathed.

The next morning he took you to breakfast. The restaurant was busy, but he was able to snag a booth tucked away in a back corner. Breakfast was full of smiles, giggles, and light touches. Keanu excused himself to the restroom. As you moved your food around your plate, a strange gentleman took Keanu's place. Once you processed the face, you realized who sat across from you. 

"Y/N, sweetheart. Why didn't you call me to let me know you were in town? I find it kinda rude seeing that I'm Evelyn's godfather, that you didn't hit me up." Steve said with a smug look. 

"Hello, Steven. This was an impromptu visit, so I didn't think this was something to alert the presses about. I'm sure you're super busy with your coke whores and other illegal extracurricular activities." You smiled. 

"Don't be like that, honey. You know I'm never too busy for my best friend and his lady."

"When did you and Keanu become friends?" You snarked. 

Steve gave you a deadpan stare. 

"You know who I meant."

"So I'm guessing Eddie told you I was here and to spy on me. Hmm?"

"Not spying, just making sure you were okay, no funny business going on. He loves you, Y/N. Give him a chance."

"I know, Steve. I love him too and always will, but I have strong feelings for Keanu. I think it's too little too late for Eddie and I."

Steve breaks eye contact with you to look up. 

"Y/N, is everything okay?" Keanu asked. 

"Yes,  everything is fine. This is Steve, Evelyn's Godfather. He's from Hawkins as well, grew up with Eddie." 

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Reeves, big fan." Steve gets up and extends his hand. 

Keanu shakes Steve's hand. "Nice to meet you as well. If you don't mind, my lady and I would like to finish our breakfast."

"Of course! Y/N, next time let me know when you're in town, I'll set something up. Now, if you excuse me, I have some things I have to tend to."

You gave Steve a small wave. 

"Are you sure you're okay? You know I can read your face."

"Yeah, it's just Eddie being Eddie." You sighed. 

The rest of the day was spent taking in the sights and enjoying good street food. Keanu joined you on the way to the airport and escorted you to your terminal. While you both stood at the window watching the planes, he held your hand. You laid your head on his shoulder. 

"Y/N, I want to make this official. I really like you, like a lot. I want to take this chance and see where it takes us." 

"I would really like that. Are you sure you're ready for the craziness that is my life? " You laughed. 

"I'm more than capable of handling that, and you're worth it." He smiled

It was time to board your plane. You said your goodbyes. It would be a few more months before he came back to L.A..

A/n: I wanted to include "Fade Into Me" by Mazzy Star, but tumblr was being weird with it and not letting me update.

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Summoned Ch.2

Pairing: Demon!Syverson x Bethany Stewart (OFC)

Warnings: mentions of sexual content? Minors DNI 18+ ONLY

WC: 962

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Bethany poked her head out of the kitchen, looking at the demon sitting on her couch watching late night infomercials. The ritual site had been quickly cleaned up at his suggestion, just in case anything else decided it wanted to hop through uninvited while the door was open. Metaphorically speaking. The sword had vanished who knows where and she would definitely not be getting her security deposit back after the damage it did to the floor.

"So I better get to bed." Darla, her roommate and chief instigator said, "My flight is early tomorrow."

"Um, excuse me?" Bethany asked, looking at her quickly. "You're still leaving?"

"Yeah, the ticket is non-refundable." Darla said.

"Darla, we summoned a damn demon."

"No, technically, you summoned it."

"It was your idea!"

"Please, he already said he can't hurt you." Darla said, rolling her eyes. "Being bound to you and everything."

"He keeps looking at me like he wants to eat me."

"Eat you out, maybe." Darla said with a snort. "It'd do you some good. Lord knows David isn't."

"Oh goodness, what am I going to tell David?" Bethany said.

"Who's David?" They heard and looked over at him standing there.

"Her boyfriend." Darla said quickly.

"Ah." The demon said.

"Well, Sy, Mr. Demon Sir, I'm flying out early tomorrow to visit my parents for the holidays so it's just going to be the two of you for the next few weeks." Darla said and he cocked a brow at her.

"Really."

"Really." Darla said and he looked over at Bethany, who was refusing to look at him.

"Just you and me then, doll." He said, "Which suits me just fine. Easier to figure out what I'm doin' here if there ain't distractions." She didn't say anything and Darla left the kitchen with a word, heading to her bedroom and leaving them alone. "This boyfriend of yours. He treat you good?"

"For the most part."

"Explain."

"I mean, we fight, but what couple doesn't." Bethany said and he nodded. She looked at him suddenly as he moved towards her, backing up as he advanced until her back hit the fridge.

"And he takes care of you?" He asked, looking down at her and her eyes moved over his still bare chest briefly before they met his. "Doll?"

"Y-yeah." She stammered and his head tilted to the side slowly.

"I think you're lyin'." He said, "I don't think he takes good care of you at all."

"W-what's it matter?" She asked, "W-why do you care?"

"Because it's a damn shame if a pretty witch like you ain't havin' her needs met." He said and she swallowed heavily. "Don't worry, doll, I ain't gonna do anything you don't want me to." He leaned into her, bracing himself against the fridge, and she pressed her hands to his chest to keep some space between them, his skin warm under her palms and the hair covering his chest coarse.

“I’m not--I’m not a witch.”

“Me bein’ here says otherwise.” Syverson said, “But don’t think that just because you summoned a demon means your soul is gonna burn, witches can tap into the infernal and the divine.”

“You mean I could summon an angel if I wanted to.”

“If you had a reason for it, yeah, but they don’t like to make those rituals common knowledge. My kind, on the other hand, we planted the seeds to see what would grow.” He said, “Now, while I ain’t some incubus, I wouldn’t mind spendin’ time with you, darlin’. Power calls to power and you’re powerful. I'd be even more damned if I said your hands don’t feel good on me.” He laid his hands over hers, holding them to his chest and she could feel his heartbeat. “You want me to take care of you, little witch? I could. Make you forget all about that boyfriend that don’t take care of you.”

"I think--"

"Yeah?"

"I think I should go to bed. Alone." She pulled her hands out from under his and moved around him, leaving the kitchen and he heard a door close a few moments later.

Bethany lay in bed, going through her phone, hesitating a moment before she selected the contact, putting the phone to her ear. It rang a few times, but was picked up before it went to voicemail.

"Hullo?"

"Hey, babe, sorry I--"

"What the fuck, Bethany? It's three o'clock in the morning."

"I know, I just--"

"It couldn't have waited until the goddamn morning? Fuck."

"David, I--" The line went dead, her phone beeping at her to let her know the call had ended and she sighed, tucking her phone under her pillow. As always, her eyes started burning and she blinked rapidly to keep the tears from forming and spilling over. It was stupid, she knew she shouldn't have called him so late, she knew he didn't like being woken up. She just…she didn't know. She just wanted to hear his voice, and she had, but laced with anger and annoyance. She shouldn't have bothered him, she would only hear about it in the morning. Bethany hadn't realized she had been crying until she heard her room door open slowly, a weight dipping the bed behind her and strong arms coming around her to hold her back against a solid chest.

"Let it out, doll." He said gently, "I can feel you hurtin', side effect of bein' bound to ya. Let it out, it'll only hurt more the longer you keep it locked away." Soon she was sobbing in his arms, feeling foolish about getting so emotional about it. "I ain't gonna ask, you can tell me if ya want." She didn't say anything, just cried quietly until she drifted off to sleep.

[kayhi808]

Perfect Match - 15

It sounds so stupid, the dress being ruined as it already is, but to watch blood drops speckle it now, breaks your heart. You should be Mrs. William Russo by now if everything went as planned. You shouldn't be curled up in a ball on the ground trying not to die.

The punches and kicks continue to rain down on you. Turns out the guy you killed for planting a bomb in Billy's car has a brother. With your ankle shackled to the floor, you can't escape Arthur's blows.

Paulo & your father. You should have known! You knew you had recognized his voice! It was just harder to remember after being in a car wreck and having a gun pressed against your head. Paulo your father's choice in a husband for you. He will be the first one you kill after Arthur.

"Not so tough now, are you, Mafia Bitch? In what world did you think you could rule?" Ripping off your veil & tiara & grabbing you by the hair he pulls you up & forces you to kneel before him. Trying to jerk away from him only sets your scalp on fire. You wouldn't be surprised if clumps of hair will fall out.

Luckily, before he's able to hurt you more, the tall skinny guy enters the room. "What the fuck, man?! I thought the plan was we leave her alone. We aren't supposed to hurt her. Paulo & Mr Luciano will not like this!"

"I don't remember agreeing to anything like that. She deserves to be punished. This cunt murdered my brother!" Arthur goes feral and the skinny guy runs out of the room. Your feel like you're going to die at Arthur's hands. You feel & hear the crack of ribs. Your body is on fire. You try to curl in on yourself, to protect major organs from the kicks to your stomach.

The skinny kid returns with 2 men who you recognize as your father's captains. They pull him off you & drag him out of the room. You grew up with these men and they just let this psychopath beat the shit out of you. The list of people you want to kill is getting longer.

You open your eyes & see that the kid stayed in the room with you. He looks like he's about to shit himself. He's young, early 20ish, if that. He looks more scared than you do. "What's your name?"

"M...Mike Fontana," he whispers. You want to laugh. This is not the mastermind behind all of the threats.

"Who's calling the shot here?" He bites at a hangnail but stays silent. "I'm going to die here, you might as well tell me."

"No..no.. you can't die. You can't. That's not part of the plan."

"What's the plan?"

"Paulo is going to be mad."

"Michael!"

"Your dad! He doesn't want you to lead. He convinced me to be the face of this shit show, or he would take his revenge on me. I stole money from my father, but it turned out to be Mr Luciano's money. That's what got my father killed. It was me." He starts pacing wiping away tears or sweat, I can't tell the difference. "Your dad found out the truth & blackmailed me into doing this to work off my debt."

"Paulo will kill Russo to marry you. They think if Russo is out of the picture, you'll have no desire to rule without him. You'll leave it to Paulo & your father. He's going to suppress you any way he can. Worse comes to worse, he'd kill you and frame Bill. Then we all know your grandfather would end him.

The real enemy was my father this whole time. Michael mumbles an apology. "What's going to happen next?"

"They are luring your grandfather & Russo away to sign the papers to transfer New York to me and I have to give it over to your dad."

"Once you do that, he won't need you anymore."

"You think I don't know that?!" Michael is again on the verge of tears. "You can't say anything! You have to play along, or they'll end us all." Like hell I'm going to agree to marry Paulo. Fuck no! I'll kill him in his sleep the first chance I get. "Please don't say anything. I need to know I didn't make a mistake in trusting you. I just want to get out of this in one piece. I made a stupid mistake." He cries. This is not a criminal mastermind. He's just a scared kid.

"I promise I won't say a word, but you need to help me. If you do everything you can to help me and Billy get out of this alive, not only will i free you of whatever debt you owe my Family, I will secure you for life. You want a job, it's yours. You want money, it's yours, but we both need to survive."

"I'll do whatever I can, I promise. What can I do? Those paranoid fucks took my phone. I can't make a call. I don't have internet. "

"Are we near any traffic cams, CCTVs?"

Shrugs, "There's a market down the street.

You're unable to move because of the pain you're in, you make grabby hands at your veil that Arthur tore off your head. Michael brings it over to you & you untangle your tiara & give it to him. "Take this & hold it up in front of a CCTV camera...in the middle of the store. Make sure its visible along with your face. Hold up a sign with as much info on it as possible. Do you hear me? Then pull the firealarm & leave. Leave the tiara outside the house we are in. Visible to people outside, not them inside."

"I will try. If they catch me they'll kill me."

"Then don't get caught, kid."

*****

Billy & your grandfather with their perspective teams return to the townhouse to try and figure out where you are. The study becomes the business hub. Micro had this equipment there for the past few weeks trying to hunt down Michael Fontana. He's pounding away on his computers. Checking to see if any triggers went off on the traffic cams between your grandfather's estate & Hell's Kitchen.

Frank has kept an eye on Billy. "You love her. Like, this is real." Billy glares at Frank. "I mean, this happened real fast. This isn't like you. I never heard about her. Never met her and all of a sudden, you're going to marry her and head up a crime family. And now all this shit?"

"Yes it's real. It became real some time ago, but stupidly I never told her. I thought there'd be a perfect moment and it never came. I should have manned up and told her those 3 little words she was waiting to hear. She never got to hear them and I may never get to say it." Bill's voice broke.

Frank silently nods & claps him on the shoulder, "We'll get her back."

Billy shakes off Frank's hand & goes upstairs to your bedroom forgetting he had it filled with fresh flowers for when he brought you back home after the wedding reception. It hits him like a slug to the chest. Bill sits at the edge of the bed overwhelmed with sadness. He strips out of his tuxedo & changes into tactical gear. Tony did all of this to keep New York. He sacrificed his own child. His only child. He doesn't even realize that if he had just asked Billy to step aside and he could guarantee your life, Billy would have done it in a heartbeat. Hell, Billy would have shot himself if it meant you were safe. Now, Billy is consumed with hatred and rage.

*****

Billy's phone chirps. It's Micro. "Have you found her?" already running out the bedroom door to the Study 2 floors below.

"Not exactly but I think we have one hell of a clue. Get down here!" Billy races down the stairs to finding everyone in the study looking at Micro typing away. "So I set up alerts for everyone who might potentially be involved, Mike Fontana being one of them. Along with members of Tony's inner circle...known hangouts, safe houses, everything."

Micro throws a video onto the big screen hanging from the wall, "A few minutes ago, the alert for Mike got a hit. Facial recognition identified him in a local supermarket, so I hacked the CCTV to follow him, and this is what I saw."

A tall skinny guy enters the store, who definitely doesn't look like someone old enough to be messing with the Luciano Family. He walks to the middle of the store, looking straight into every security camera he sees in the store. He then stops & reaches into his hoodie pulling out 2 items. The first item almost brings Billy to his knees. The guy is holding the tiara. Overtaken by sadness, that should be on your head right now. His wife. In the other hand is a piece of paper. Micro zooms in & throws the image on another screen.

Y/N SENT ME

SHE NEEDS HELP NOW

FOLLOW THE TIARA.

I'M NOT YOUR ENEMY. T IS.

T IS GOING TO KILL BR

THIS IS NOT A TRAP. JUST A WARNING FROM Y/N

PLEASE HELP US.

That motherfucker!!!

The guy heads to the back of the market, leaving the paper on the shelf. Looking back at the camera like he's making sure you notice this. He pulls the fire alarm & leaves with the other shoppers.

"Where is he?!" Micro types in more commands & taps into a camera on the outside. They see the kid slowly walking back down the street until he's off screen. "Where'd he go?!"

"Sorry, man, there's no more cameras in the area. I tried looking for a personal feed, home owned cameras, doorbell...sorry, Bill."

Enzo interupts, holding his phone. "We got guys in the neighborhood. They got the note and we have an address."

Billy closes his eyes and shakes his head, a hint of a smile teasing his lips. "You're fucking brilliant, Angel. Hold on, i'm coming for you."

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*waits for america to be asleep so you get this when you wake up on your ACTUAL birthday* << >> Okay I think the coast is clear.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! Some birthday messages from your F/O's! ^^

Audrey II was waiting for you. The moment you walk into the room he lives in, a vine raises up from the ground by the doorway and slithers around your waist; drawing you towards the potted plant. Hey there, doll~ I heard its a big day for you! Why don't we hunker down for the day, and I'll show you how much I love you~

~

Baby's frowning with her hands on her hips the moment she sees you- Otis, behind her chuckling and shaking his head at a piece of paper looking suspiciously like a birth certificate. How come you didn't tell me what today was?? She stomps right up to you, and immediately her displeasure vanishes, first into exasperation then an easy smile. I should be so pissed at you! What's a girl gotta do around here, for an excuse to obsess a lil over her cute sweetie pie all day long?~

~

When you opened the door, the first thing you saw right in front of your face was the top of Nick's metal head. You look down, and find him on one knee with a huge bouquet of some of the most beautiful flowers you have ever seen in one hand, so huge you'll need 2 hands to carry it while he handles it one-handed with ease. In the other hand he has a box with a bow on it. There's a sweet smile on his face, almost just like it used to be before everything Happened. Happy Birthday, my sunflower. Radiant, as always; You become even more wonderful with each passing day. It would be my heart's greatest pleasure, if you would allow me to accompany you, today. My work, can wait- as long as you wish.

~

Granny guides you away from the other two wolves as soon as he can, his tail swaying from right to left happily as he gets you alone. -Been meaning to catch a moment, just you and me, all day. A growl slips into his voice, his crystalline eyes focusing in on you. Come here, huh? Lemme show ya how happy y'really make me.

~

Harper gives a grin, uncharacteristically soft. C'mon, there's a surprise party in the town square for ya but I don't feel like sharin' you with the rest of the town, just yet. How 'bout we take a walk in the quiet, for a while? You're sure lookin' pretty t'day, by the way. He chuckles, shaking his head. Not that thats a surprise.

~

Jerry had his arm over your shoulders, lounging on the couch beside you as you both watched your current favourite movie together. His fingers absentmindedly stroked gentle pictures all over your arm. When you glanced at him, you could see he was focused on the movie; enjoying it simply because you liked it. Because it was apart of you. When he noticed (which- of course he noticed), a soft chuckle accompanied his good-natured smirk. Watch the movie, beautiful. Unless you had other ideas?~

~

Kingston throws an arm over your shoulders, pulls you close and kisses your head; breathing in deep. Mmm... Happy fucken Birthday, darlin'. He loosens his grip, but doesn't let you go. Flashes you a wicked grin. Lets getcha a drink. Whatever you want, baby. I wanna be the first lucky guy to buy you a drink (;

~

Mr Scroop cornered you alone as soon as you stepped away from the others, his large arachnid body blocking any possible exist for you. So... twenty-one, huh?... Woman, now. The smirk that flickers across the terrifying pirates face is wicked and nightmarish. I'll have to keep a closer eye on you, now, hmmmm?... Happy birthday, little one.

~

Happy birthday sweetheart. What do you wanna do today? Norman mumbled into yours messy bed-hair, his voice still full to the brim with sleep, his eye still closed. When you glance at the alarm clock, you see its 10.30- he must've turned off the alarm today. He must not be working. 'M all yours.

~

Rena always looked at you with desire, but right now her eyes were filled with a lechery thats absolutely sinful. Oh you gotta think you're a real Big Girl, now, huh baby? Y'really think you're ready to play with the big leagues, sweetheart? Well we'll see. But first... She blinks and her eyes switch suddenly from lustful to gleeful, brimming with excitement and she gives you a big kiss. Happy birthday!! Lets go out, huh? We're gonna have so much fun!!

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You weren't sure that RJ knew it was your birthday all day- which you were fine with. He was never one for words, anyway. All you wanted to do was spend the day with him, which you did. But when it was finally time to end the day and go to sleep RJ pulled you into him, spooning your body in his giant one, and sighed. Happy birthday, little one.

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Russ was on his knees in front of you the moment you fell asleep, guitar in hand, a broad rockstar smile on his face. Y'ready, baby??

~

Tiffany gestures excitedly to the cupcakes she had evidently just finished off, a finger covered in your favourite flavour icing in her mouth. With a pop and a big excited smile, she finishes sucking it clean and holds her arms out; waiting for her hug. Oh, baby!! You're all-grown-up! I madeya cupcakes, cupcake, to celebrate ^^

Have a wonderful day!! ^^ I hope you can be reminded today how much your existence is appreciated and how loved you are ^^ 💛💛💛 Another year, another million amazing opportunities.

Under the cut because I get... Pretty embarrassing with this 😅

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD- THIS- THIS- THIS- THIS- THIS WAS WHAT IT FELT LIKE READING THESE!!!

THEY LIT UP MY BRAIN AND MY WORLD AND GOT ME PUMPED UP FOR THE DAY!!!! ❤️🧡💛💚💙🩵💜🩷❤️🧡💛💚💙🩵💜🩷❤️🧡💛💚💙🩵💜🩷❤️🧡💛💚💙🩵💜🩷❤️🧡💛💚💙🩵💜🩷❤️🧡💛💚💙🩵💜🩷❤️🧡💛💚💙🩵💜🩷❤️🧡💛💚💙🩵💜🩷

Ohhhhhh my gosh. Oh my god. I gotta cool down.... I have no idea how, but I have to XDDD oh gosh. All of these made me red in the face! I can't stop blushing XDDDD

I... First off, I would like to offer Baby a former apology. I will happily spend the day with you to make up for this accidental hiding of information ^^ (just please don't kill anyone 🥺 I don't like the idea of blood on my birthday-)

Secondly- Tin, Nick, darling, you BETTER have not been kneeling in front of my door for more than five minutes =_= I don't care if you're made out if metal now and it doesn't affect you anymore. I will not stand with you not taking care of yourself! Don't make me toss you on the bed and snuggle you for an indescernable amount of time! 😤 (I would do that anyway, but I digress. My point still stands!)

The rest of these! I... I wish I had the words to describe how much I love them!! Rena and Scroop... Oh Nelly 😳😳😳😳😳😳 I don't trust myself to continue with then so let's move on- YOU ADDED GRANNY!!!! OH MY GOD HIS PART! ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 I wish I could have spent my birthday with Tiffany Kingston! They sound like the perfect F/O's to spend my 21'st with (of course irl I'm very grateful and happy with being able to celebrate with my roommate ^^). Norman and RJ... Oh gosh, they made my heart melt. And Audrey and Jerry!!! The perfect end to a perfect day ^^ and Harper and Russ throwing their own celebrations for me? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 I have no words. I love them all!!!

Also... Um... Don't ask me how or why I got this urge. It's so dumb, I know, but... I decided to take a picture of my outfit today because I got giddy thinking about my F/Os' reactions. Don't look at me 🙈

Today is the day for a lot of changes. Hopefully, I don't delete this post and throw my phone out tomorrow morning 😅😅😅 but uh. Yeah. I was wearing this today and would have worn this with any of them 😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️ goodbye now-

[zekefreak]

Erwin x Reader x Zeke

Chapter 2: Planting Seeds

Cold air invaded your cozy fortress of sleep, as your partner moved & stretched next to you. A finger lightly tapped on your nose several times, followed by a gentler " Good morning sunshine."

" No," was your only respond to the attempts to tear you away from your dreams.

" I didn’t ask anything," his cute little pout detectable in that short response.

" As in, no it's not a good morning. I don't want to wake up," besides, the buzz of the air conditioner was still lulling you to sleep.

The arms wrapped around you disappeared, further muddling the path back to dreamland. " Come on first day of the last year of high school. You should be excited."

You finally opened your eyes, & the light escaping the venetian blinds was already making you regret your decision. " There's absolutely nothing exciting about leaving the bed. Not when I'm cuddled up with you, Zeke."

" Not for long, I ordered us bagels & coffee for breakfast. Gotta pick it up."

You clarified your stance by wrapping your arms & legs around him, & nuzzling your head on his neck.

A soft humm, almost a purr, escaped his lips, " This is sweet & all but I do have a flight to catch. Come on, take a shower, get dressed. We gotta get outta here soon."

He's right. This should be an exciting time. A senior finally. You won't be doing this for long. Memorize every detail that you can now. From the burned down house to the cherry blossoms along the way. You were sure you'd miss it all one day.

The classroom was still empty, save for the teacher, Mr. Zacharias. The floor was as shiny as it will ever be. Tables still clean of graffiti & test answers. No chewing gums under the chairs just yet. Clean start for the new year.

You sat at the front of the room & attempted to kill time by reading a book.

Things have changed since those times, some up are in "G" Others they are wanderers but they all feel -

" Hey y/n!" Sasha interrupted the peace with her excited greeting. Bagel with cream cheese & coffee on hand.

A smile graced your face as she sat next to you, " Hey Sash, you're late, no surprise."

" Yeah I had to fight the lunch lady to give me the bagels. They were all packed up when I got there."

" Just in time Miss Blause. I was just about to distribute everyone's schedule," Mr. Zacharias announced.

You proceeded to read, as Sasha devoured the food in front of her, " Hey what are you reading?"

" Inside the Apple. It's about how New York became what it is today."

" You know if you're into that, you should take my class. I teach Human Geography for the seniors," Mr. Zacharias interjects as he placed your schedule on the desk in front of you.

" I didn't even know that class was offered here. I'll take a look after checking out my classes today. Thanks," you responded.

Drops of coffee splatter on your schedule as you look up to see Sasha leaning close to look at the paper." Speaking of, what classes are you taking this year? Ooh! You got Smith for your last class! I heard he looks like a sugar daddy!"

You add to the splatter on your schedule, as you spit out your coffee at the thought. Surely this is the last thing you need for this semester.

" I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear you say that about my very good friend," Mr. Zacharias couldn't help but interrupt with quite a blush on his face.

Sasha's face remain calm at the reply, as yours turn hot red.

I do not need a hot professor this semester. Not now. Not ever. Do NOT tempt me to have a good time.

Finally, your last class for the day. You were excited and afraid to see him. Because you know yourself, you love being reckless. A gorgeous teacher? Why wouldn't you pounce on that? The adrenaline rush you'd get from that. All the inappropriate thoug-

"Good afternoon"

And immediately you knew. His voice alone inspired so many daydreams, but with his tousled blonde hair, strong physique and domineering stature, you knew.

Good afternoon indeed

You shook your head, biting your lips to hide a smirk. You couldn't understand the rush you were feeling. You were excited because GOD is he gorgeous. The man exudes confidence and charm. And you were scared because this means trouble. You have very little self control. In need of a moral compass - your friend has checked, they don't sell it on Amazon. Knowing you, you'd make an inappropriate remark here, make a fool of yourself there. It'll be obvious to anyone who looks at you that you were infatuated with the man in front of you.

His eyes, oh how beautiful. So inviting you can't help but just stare in awe. How will you be able to concentrate on anything he says? Do I change my schedule? Maybe I should join Mr. Zacharias' class. Leave this class before you make a fool out of yourself.

" I'm Mr. Smith, your Economics teacher for this semester"

" It's a pleasure to be here Mr. Smith," oh & what a pleasure it will be, " I'm f/n l/n."

" Welcome to my class miss l/n. The pleasure's all mine"