#i don't plan on doing anything rash if you're worried

[baphofemme]

with the way things are going right now i honestly wish i would've moved out at 18

[nikovraskol]

Crack baby is very *chief kiss*🤌

I wonder if MC knows that legally they can't live alone as a minor without the involvement of an adult? Like you can do that at 16 but for this to be legal you still need a legal guardian and to get an ok from the government by giving a good reason like your parents working out of the country and you stay for school.

If I was MC I'd not ask because Bruce will not care enough to think of a good lie to give the government (but also he can just pay the right people)

Also what would happen if MC didn't ask for money for the House? Will Bruce tell them that he decided to move their room to the family wing? What else will he want to talk about? And how will he react to MC refusing to move rooms calmly and saying that they are who moved that room that that section (it can be a lie) and that they prefer the quite.

Alfred finding that he has more work to do, and also gets worried that you saddenly don't want to be close to the family

you're very perceptive anon, i do have plans regarding mc's age and all that jazz

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but if mc weren't too ask bruce for money, let's say you convienently had enough money saved up or you had a friend to stay with, you would likely leave silently.

you pack their bags and dip, just like that. of course, alfred would be the first to notice and he would be absolutely devastated! he cares for mc like a child and you just left without a word!! but not to worry, he's sure you'll be back, evident by the way the family reacts.

just -- don't be surprised by how closely he lingers when you're back, he must make sure you don't do anything rash anymore.

slowly but surely, the manor would become strangely silence, a lack of a presence that nobody can put their finger on what's changed .. i mean, they didn't take notice of you anyway so it's not like they'd suddenly realise straight away.

it's definetly damian who notices first .. he takes a walk around your room hoping to bump into you and (see you) remind you how useless you are.. but there's a silence around your room that puts him on edge.

he's completely disgruntled when he realises you've gone! blasphemous! how could this be?

he then tells bruce, who is just as perplexed -- how did you leave? you're a child! way too young to survive gotham alone. he then recruits the others and they track you down with ease ! you're obviously upset -- who do they think they are? they suddenly want to take interest in you now? after all that's happened.

like, you'd probably be casually lounging around, doing what you do and you turn your head and there's a family gathering in your room.. except they don't look too pleased.

you can cry as much as you want, kick, scream -- they'll take you back, you felt neglected, right? that's why you left, don't worry. they'll take care of you, just don't try running away again, yeah?

as for mc refusing to move wings.. that's really interesting to me because it opens up so many possiblities.

first of all, you refusing just adds to bruce's guilt. he takes it less as you being resentful and more-so you being scared, it adds to his image of you being some helpless, naive fool.

he'll probably relent for a week, but the image of you stuck in your room, crying alone has him clutching his hair until he can't take it and he'll just move u in ur sleep.

you go to sleep peacefully in your little box room only to wake up in some fancy, way too big room that has you gaping in shock -- you're obviously pissed off, where does he get off treating you like a child!

he sighs whenever you kick and scream, gently soothing you much to your chagrin. he'll change his plan from dropping in every once in a while to every single day.

he sees you as a child, so each time you shout at him, telling him you no longer want his attention, that you're not a child -- it just adds to his helpless image of you !!

there's nothing you can do now, there's no moving out or running away, because as soon as bruce sets his eyes on you, so does everyone else.

you're stuck, poor you, but don't worry, with bruce holding your hand you don't have anything you need to wish for! isn't that great?

[merakiui]

meraaa !! consider this : 

it's late at night, and you're leaving a party; all your friends are drunk, so none can give you a ride home. you call an uber, and [insert yandere twst character] is your driver. all is going well during the drive; you're engaging in cordial conversation with him until you notice he's not following the directions on the map. you question him –

"don't worry, i'm just taking a shortcut,"

suddenly, everything feels off. his smile didn't look as kind as before, and his attempts at reviving the conversation were fruitless. whether to fill the uncomfortable silence or because he's confident he'll get away with what he'll do next, he reveals the truth. he's been stalking you for the last four months; in those four months, he's learned everything about you. innocent things like your pet peeves, favorite foods, and friend group to not-so-innocent things like the size underwear and bra you wear, how many hook-ups and partners you've had, how many times your heart beats a minute (*cough cough* rook), etc.

you sit there in mortified silence, mind racing to think of a plan to escape, call for help, hijack the car, anything. he watches you through the mirror, observing your countenance, awaiting your response. the doors have a child lock on them, your phone is dead, and you figure he probably has a weapon in the compartment next to him in case you attempt to seize control of the vehicle. even if you manage to, you’ll likely both be killed in an accident.

amidst your anxiety, the car stops. you look out the front window to see woods ahead of you. is he going to kill you here?

he turns back to face you, flashing you an eerie smile.

“don’t forget to give me a five-star rating.”

you hear the doors unlock. 

you quickly open the door and decide to make a run for it.

anddd.. the rest is up to you ! i based this on a horror short on yt. i think this concept would fit characters like rook, jade, trey, and maybe even jamil.  

also, can i be 👁️‍🗨️anon?

AAAAAA this concept is made for characters like Rook and Jade, but then I also agree that it can fit Trey and Jamil. The latter two fall into the unsuspecting types category, in which they just seem so friendly or so average and normal that they couldn't ever do something so horrible. They don't have to try very hard to catch you either. You're intoxicated and it's dark; you'll stumble and possibly injure yourself if you aren't careful, or you'll run yourself lost and they'll easily catch up to you. The night ends with you captured and packed neatly away in their car, where they'll drive you to your new home. It may be difficult at first, having to get accustomed to shackles and a mattress and a cold, eerie basement, but you'll learn to find comfort in him and your surroundings.

And the "don't forget to give a five-star rating" part... please, that's so Jade. T_T he's about to hunt you down, and yet he still wants that rating... he's so troublesome! Although it's not much of a hunt if he's just casually trailing behind you while you stumble blindly through the woods. ^^;;; depending on who kidnaps you, I think the situation will be slightly different. Trey and Jamil are definitely the better out of the four because they won't do anything rash, whereas Rook and Jade just like to walk the line of danger when they're able to. The rush is what invigorates them. But Trey and Jamil are determined to keep you captive, so they won't risk losing you just for temporary excitement.

It's all varying types of logic with the four of them. >_< but we can agree that the worst of them all are Jade and Rook. They're just a different level of crazy and dangerous. ;;;;;;

[compact-turtle]

!!! Hi! I love all of your OCs, I just wanted to ask if you have any plans for Ivar part two? I *need* to know what happens! Also! How would the Ivar react if his darling found out he was the one who killed that other patient, and was horrified? Because even though they were awful, I feel like the darling wouldn't want them to be killed out right (and they might blame themselves for getting him killed?)

There are plans for Ivar Part 2 in the works! It'll probably come out after I finish all the 1k follower works. maybe in a couple weeks then? ------

-Regardless, of how he treated them, Darling would never want the other patient to be murdered! Even if the guy was complete scum, he still deserved to not have his life taken away.

-They'd feel an awful immense guilt if they ever found out that they were the cause for the death. They'd probably blame themselves for even feeling relief that they died in the moment.

-However Ivar is a D1 gas lighter and plays the long game. He knows to keep his cool and not make rash choices (usually). There was never any actual proof so how would anyone know he did it anyways....? It's just speculation that perhaps there may have been foul play. He'd also talk around Darling's extreme feelings of guilt and probably never admit to actually causing the death of the other patient.

"It's awful what happened to him but imagine if he actually did do some of those things he talked about? He wasn't afraid to talk to you like that at all. Imagine if he decided to go through with it." "Ivar, I mean.." "Also, what if he decided to focus on someone else who was less fortunate than you? You know, I'd always protect you and my boys would keep an eye out for you. But some other person might not be as lucky. Maybe it's for the best that he passed away peacefully in his sleep. "

-Ivar would also rely on his status as a selfless war hero who was tragically injured. Everyone in town loves him and feels immensely awed at his bravery. How could someone like Ivar do anything wrong?

-Also, Ivar would really want to make you feel guilty for even thinking he's capable of such a heinous act. He'd avoid you, not clean your house, or anything of the sort. Absolutely go no contact with you. No matter how much it pains him :(

-Don't worry though! He's always got to make sure you're safe so he'd watch you through the cameras he planted in the house.

-However, he'd make sure to show up at the hospital and sweeten up your co workers when you're not there. He'd buy them coffee and subtly hint at his interest in you.

-Eventually, everyone would start to press you to apologize to him and you'd probably begin to doubt yourself. Maybe Ivar isn't such a bad guy and you were just overreaction? I mean, nobody was there to see anything happen to the other patient anyways...

[diyasgarden]

I always think about how in the Applebees scene where Tashi makes the joke to Art asking if he thought she'd kill herself after the injury, because in all honesty it wouldn't be surprising to think she would. She lost the life she planned for herself that day. I think anyone in her life would be worried for her. Now imagine being her best friend who is in love with her during this time....

No longer a danger to herself or others / She made up her mind and laced up her shoes / Yelled down the hall but nobody answered / So she walked outside without an excuse

You'd be lying if you said she weren't worried. There was always this nagging feeling that something would happen. That you wouldn't be there for Tashi and she'd do something rash she'd never be able to fix. The injury made her erratic, unaspiringly. She tried to push you away, but you'd never leave her. Weeks turned to months and months to a year. It was the end of the semester and it was time to go home. It's a week before you need to leave when you get the call. Her voice confident and strong as she tells you she is going on a road trip. For a moment you feel as if you've stumbled into the past and you're too stunned to answer. She says she's leaving this Saturday, and to come if you want, before hanging up.

She could do anything she wants to / She could do whatever she wants to do / She could go home, but she's not going to

At first you thought she wanted to go on a road trip back to her home, but you were mistaken. She isn't sure where she wants to go, but she knows she wants this. A part of you wants to her it's stupid to just pack your things and drive without a destination, but she's your Tashi. If she wants this, you won't stop her. You'll go with her. Her eyes gleam as you put your things into the car. A hint of determination you used to see in her eyes while she walked on to court. It's not as bright as before, but it's there. You have to bite back the grin that forms as you watch it form. Ever perceptive she notices, raising an eyebrow while looking in your direction. You shrug, as you put the last suitcase in. She rolls her eyes, and that too sends a wave of reassurance through your body. It wasn't the Tashi you'd always known, but it was closer to her than anything you'd seen the past couple of months.

So she picks a direction, it's ninety in Memphis / Turns up the music so thoughts don't intrude / Predictably winds up thinkin' of Elvis / And wonders if he believed songs could come true

She decides on driving towards Memphis. Ambitious considering it's on the other coast, but who are you to say no. You put down the windows and blast music. You both sing along as you both take turns driving. There is no talk of the injury or her lost career, just you and Tashi in the moment. You feel your heart flutter every time you look over to see the wind blowing her hair back.

I'm asking for it if they do / Doesn't know what she wants or what she's gonna do / A rebel without a clue

For the first time since the injury, you heard her talk about the future optimistically. She didn't talk about it like some burden she'd have to live through, but as if she wanted to prepare for it. Be ready for whatever came next. You'd go back and forth discussing what she may do now. Business? Law? Medicine? Deep down, you had a feeling she'd never stray away from tennis. She'd make a great coach and you knew she'd become one soon. You had a feeling she knew this too, but it never stopped these conversations. It was fun to pretend and you'd do it for ever long as she wanted.

So we spent what was left of our serotonin / To chew on our cheeks and stare at the moon / Said she knows she lived through it to get to this moment / Ate a sleeve of saltines on my floor, and I knew then.

The trip is just you driving from city to city, but you never actually make it to Memphis. Not that either of you were surprised or disappointed at that. It was never the goal of the trip. Was there even one? You're unsure but as you spend the day laughing with Tashi in the car and spend nights staring up at the moon with her, it feels like this trip was successful. You feel as if whatever was the goal of the trip has been met. Maybe the goal was just to make her smile. Or make her feel whole again. The thought of those things make you feel whole as well.

I would do anything you want me to / I would do anything for you / I would do anything, I would do anything / Whatever you want me to do, I will do / Whatever she wants, whatever she wants

When you both admit it's time to return to normal life and start the drive back, a peaceful silence overtakes the drive. You feel hopeful for her. You feel good for her. Maybe Tashi would never be the same, but she'd be fine. You could rest easy knowing that. When she thanks you for going on this trip with her, you have to fight the urge to laugh. Doesn't she realize you'd go anywhere she asked? Maybe she doesn't, but you do. You'd do anything Tashi wanted you to. Now and always.

[mxxnlightwriting]

Writemas 2024 Day 6

Thanks to @agirlandherquill for hosting this wonderful event!

Tari’s Note: It's day 6 and I'm still going strong. Writing these little drabbles has gotten me out of a writing slump, so I'm very happy about that (and also for this story I'm crafting on the fly every day). I'm still keeping it all connected even if it's getting more challenging! I have a masterlist for this challenge if you want to read this story from the beginning! Also, please excuse any typos and continuity errors! Thanks for understanding.

Prompt(s): “... What have we done?" Synopsis: Rae has a tendency for rash decisions and terrible mistakes, and offering Emily a ride to her cabin was just one more of them Genre/age group: adult contemporary romance Word Count: 0.9k

Rae's truck was far smaller than she remembered it being just a few moments ago. That's what it felt like with Emily sitting in the passenger's seat, rosy cheeks on full display, as she stared out the window while she fidgeted with her gloves.

Turning on the radio felt like a useless endeavour—they didn't get a proper signal here, especially not with this weather—but Rae had to fill the heavy silence somehow.

"So, hm," she cleared her throat, keeping her eyes on the road, "Would you mind if we stopped somewhere first?"

"Sure." Emily nodded before turning to Rae. "Unless you're planning on leaving me to die on the road. Then, no."

Rae smiled at that, finding Emily staring back at her through the rearview mirror.

"Ginny asked me to do a grocery hall for her, so I need to go to her place before I drop you at yours. It shouldn't take long."

"Oh." Emily lowered her eyes, focusing on her gloves again with a small pout. "That's fine, don't worry."

Why didn't she sound fine with it, though?

"Ginny and I aren't together. We're just friends," Rae said, unsure where her need to clarify her relationship status came from. "I'm not seeing anyone right now, actually."

Shut up, Rae, before you say something embarrassing, she thought as she took a deep breath, gripping the steering wheel.

Emily nodded but didn't say anything else. Instead, she smiled to herself as she took off her gloves and put them on, humming a tune under her breath. Her way of filling the silence was far better than Rae's initial attempt.

Rae parked her truck near Ginny's house just as the first snowflakes fell from the sky. She moved as quickly as possible, knowing that she didn't have much time before the roads would become a safety hazard to drive.

"What are you doing here?" Ginny asked as she opened the door, glancing at Rae, then at the haul she carried in her hands. "Oh, the groceries. You didn't have to bring them here right now."

"You said it was a life or death situation, Ginny." Rae shoved the groceries towards her friend who accepted them with a grunt.

"Why the hassle, though? These eggs deserve a little more respect, you know."

"It's starting to snow and I'm driving Emily to the cabin." Ginny's eyes shot to Rae's as her lips parted. "Don't look at me like that."

"Like what?" she asked, offended. "I'm looking at you like I always do. With… awe and… admiration."

"Right." Rae pointed to her truck. "I'll get going now. See you tomorrow."

"Will you talk to her, at least?" Ginny asked. "If it starts to snow, you could—"

"Don't you dare." Rae pointed an accusatory finger at her as Ginny smirked. "This is why I don't tell you shit. And no mention of this to Henry."

"You know I don't have to tell him anything for him to find out, right? Word travels fast in this town, Rae."

Without saying anything else, Rae returned to her truck, closing her door with a little more intensity than necessary.

"She didn't like the milk you chose?" Emily asked, teasing her.

"She was upset about the eggs. I didn't coddle them enough, apparently."

Emily laughed and Rae smiled as all sorts of contradicting feelings came crashing down. Emily was here in her truck, and she was driving her to her place, and it was starting to snow. It was such a familiar situation, something that was common fourteen years ago between them, but that now was as foreign to them as they were to each other.

At one point in her life, Rae had all of Emily memorised. She was her safe place, her haven, her everything. Now, she looked at her with a certain sense of deja vu, as if she was supposed to know the woman sitting next to her, but knew nothing about her at all.

"Are you okay, Rae?" Emily asked, studying her with worried eyes. "It's okay if you don't feel safe driving in the snow. You should go home instead." She removed her seatbelt. "I can walk from here. The cabin is not far."

Before Emily could open the truck door, Rae reached for her wrist and wrapped her fingers around it. "Stay," she said. It wasn't an order or a request. It was merely a plea. "Just… you'd probably catch a cold if you walked there in this weather."

Emily glanced at the hand on her wrist, then at Rae's face. She leaned closer, but not close enough. "… What have we done, Rae? You don't want me to catch a cold, and I don't want you to drive once the snow picks up. You know what means, right?" Rae shook her head. Emily smiled. "It means you have to choose. Either my cabin or your place. And I'll cook you dinner. I want to cook you dinner."

Those final words hung between them as Rae tried to make sense of what was happening. This had been a mistake, a terrible one. This wouldn't end well for her, and she knew it. In the worst-case scenario, the same thing that had happened fourteen years ago would happen again, but somehow, it would be worse this time around.

Rae didn't want to get her heart broken again.

"I'll leave once it's safe for me to do so," Rae whispered as Emily's eyes traced the shape of her lips. "But I'll let you cook me dinner."

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[yandere-fics]

♡ Bathing With Them ♡

(Can you tell I have eczema based on how often I talk about them trying to be delicate on your skin, lol? I forget not everyone has skin that will try to crawl off their body if they even think about not following their special bath routine, lmao.)

♡ Kassien loses her patience a bit more in the bath because you keep moving about and she just wants to hold you very tightly so don't be too shocked if her claws come out ever so slightly. She's not too preoccupied with the whole getting clean thing, sure she says she loves taking care of you but she can take care of that later right? She deserves to be able to unwind with her mate right now so hold still and just let her hold you in the water. Don't blame her if her hands begin to wander either, she just can't help herself. ♡

♡ You need to run the water yourself if you're planning on bathing with her. She has very thick demon skin, not to mention she's wearing a rash guard and swim shorts when she gets in with you cause she's just doesn't like showing herself actually fully nakey ever, so she doesn't feel the temperature of the water on her skin too much, if you ask for col it'll feel like ice, if you ask for hot it will actually boil your skin so it's best for you to control the water temp instead. ♡

♡ Nora's first ever bath will be with you because in her centuries alive she barely even bothered to shower unless she happened to need to go into the general public to stalk a target but usually she just knew where a target was, killed them and then went home and laid down covered in a bit of the blood that happened to splatter on her so a bath is quite an experience. She wasn't expecting to like it nearly as much, sure she likes being close to you but she also just enjoys it even by itself, your presence is merely the cherry on top. She would still prefer you with her as she bathes but she would consider taking one instead of a shower when she needs to wash the blood off after a job before going to see you. ♡

♡ Nora likes it on the cooler side, it's relaxing to her but when she bathes with you she'll do it on the warmer side if that's what you prefer. What she really enjoys if she's having a warmer bath is having the window open when it's cold outside so the hot water and the cold air are clashing, plus she doesn't enjoy sweating, she only sweats from heat anymore but the cold air with the hot water keeps her from sweating too much so she likes it. She likely wouldn't do it with you cause she's worried you might get a bit sick. ♡

♡ Sawyer loves baths with you, she doesn't even need to be touching you while you bathe, while she would like to be able to take care of you and massage oils into your hair and fancy lotions after the bath, she just enjoys the quality time, though she will be delighted if you allow her to do her whole routine. If you initiate in the bath she will not be opposed to it but otherwise she likes to just sit there with you and doesn't try anything on her own because it's your special bonding time. ♡

♡ She prefers to keep the water slightly warm because she wants to take very good care of your skin so whichever is best for you, she'll do that. She never bathes on her own, she only takes cold showers in the mornings so she doesn't have a temperature she prefers for her own bathes, she just wants to take care of you so if the doctors say slightly warm is the best to avoid drying your skin or hair out, she'll do it. She has epsom salt fully stocked at all times as well and other medicinal things so your bath always smells very good and is very good for your joints. ♡

♡ Abigail bathes regularly after training so it's only natural her future duchess will bathe with her, if you're not in a relationship then she'll use the trainees hot spring with you in order to spend more time with you and while it's not as good as her fancy baths, she'll put up with it for you, she will make sure all the other trainees just so happen to be running laps at the time so you're not disturbed by anyone. Once she's finally with you though, then you have to use her private bath with her. ♡

♡ Abigail likes scorching hot water, it feels good on her aching muscles after a very long day dealing with stupid trainees who can't properly handle a sword in the slightest. She'll tone it down slightly just for you because her duchess is delicate and needs a bit less but even then it's still extremely hot. If she's adding something to the water she prefers an oatmeal bath or something like that because she wants to be gentle on your skin. ♡

♡ Raffie does bathe on her own but if you want to coax her to bathe with you it's going to take a lot of work. She's more likely to sit next to the bath washing you as you enjoy the bath. It's not that she doesn't want to be in the bath with you but does she even deserve it? You're so beautiful, really sunflower you don't need to invite her, she's plenty happy simply being allowed to serve you as you bathe. If you can convince her though then she'll be extremely affectionate to show you how grateful she is for you allowing her this honor. ♡

♡ She likes whatever temperature you like, it doesn't really affect her so she has no preference. She would love if you would put flower petals in your bath water though because you look so pretty with rose petal surrounding you, if you have longer hair then she'll watch in awe as you dunk your hair in the water and she sees it all splayed out, she can't help but think about how you look with your hair splayed out on her bed as she services you. She will not initiate anything in the bath as she's already been given the generous ability to bathe with you, she should not push her luck. She gets out first to dry you off gently and give you a very soft bathrobe. ♡

[amunyan]

There is a terrible burning in your mouth. Like fire.

"Water" is your first thought when you open your eyes. Your throat is as dry as a desert. So you gratefully reach for the water bottle on the bedside table, unscrew it and take a big gulp.

"Ah, that was good," you think as you look around. "This is not my bedroom. Where am I?" Looking around, you take another sip. The place looks familiar, but you can't put your finger on it.

Yesterday was the little Christmas party with the Fighting Club. You had a few drinks and got into an awkward situation with a drunken guy. The last thing you remember clearly is her, throwing the guy who tried to hit you out of the pub and even banning him from the house. Even though she didn't work there. But after that? Your head is blank and you can't remember anything. "I really did drink way too much," you mutter, running your hands through your hair as you start at the sound of a loud rattling next to you.

Frightened, you turn around and jump even more. "Mereoleona?!"

After a loud chuckle, she snorts softly and turns around so that she would be looking at you if she was awake.

You turn red at the sight of your sleeping friend.

"She really is stunning, even when she sleeps. And a bit cute, too," you say softly, a smile playing on your lips. At the same time, you wonder what the hell happened yesterday after Mereoleona saved you - once again. "I really should never drink again in my life, when two or three piña coladas are enough to give me a film rash.”

Nervously, you bit your lower lip and watched her in silence. And slowly, your tense expression seems to relax. You brush one of her wild red strands of hair, hanging over her nose, out of her face as she begins to blink - you thought you were being careful.

She yawns as a meaningful grin appears on her lips. "Good morning, (Y/N). How are you feeling after that wild night last night?"

"What?"

For a brief moment you have the thought that something more might have happened. And although you don't really believe it, you unintentionally look down to see if you're still wearing your clothes. You are, not exactly your clothes, but at least you're not naked...

 When Mereoleona notices, she laughs out loud, and in an instant she pushes you into the blankets and kneels over you. She fixes you with her hands around your wrists.

"Did you really think I would do anything dirty to you while you were sleeping? Especially after you got involved in a fight with a creepy guy? "

You pause before shaking your head. No. She seems a bit wild and uninhibited sometimes, but she would never do anything like that.

"But why am I here with you? What happened yesterday?"

"You drank far too much for your own good. I was a bit worried about what you do when you are drunk. I also wanted to make sure you did not get involved in any more incidents. But when we got up to join the rest of the group, you just fell asleep peacefully. And so I took you home to my place..."

"Even if she would never admit it, even to herself, she is a very caring person," you think to yourself, blushing even more. But she does not seem to notices, or even care.

She lets go of your hands and stands up. "And besides - I don't have to sleep with you while you're half asleep. Where would be the fun in that?"

"Yeah…," you agree barely audibly, wondering what this connection between you is. Friendship? More than friendship? Or something else? You don't know the answer. And Mereo doesn't seem to notice your thoughtful expression either, as you sit up and throw back the blanket.

"Anyway... Would you like some coffee? Or something else," she asks.

"Oh, by the way speaking of drinks, who paid for my cocktails?"

"I paid for them," she grins at you, pausing in the doorway that leads directly from her bedroom into the open-plan living room and kitchen. "Don't worry - it's fine. But if you like, you can have lunch with me next week. I'm looking forward to that." She winks and leaves the bedroom.

You follow her into the kitchen, where she takes two cups from one of the wall cupboards and switches on the coffee machine.

Leaning against the counter next to her, you look at her seriously as you ask her directly: "And tomorrow? Shall we have something to eat? Or mulled wine? Of course only for you, I'll stick to the non-alcoholic stuff..."

Mereo looks at you, almost upset, as her alarm clock in the bedroom starts to ring. Annoyed, she rolls her eyes and stomps into the bedroom. Meanwhile, she calls out to you from the next room to remind you that she's not free tomorrow. "Remember? I am going to this stupid Christmas market with my brothers. I would rather be with you, but..."

"We can," you interject as the coffee machine next to you suddenly starts to rattle, before starting a quick rinse cycle. Startled, you look at the machine with a puzzled expression as Mereoleona comes back into the kitchen, her eyebrows knitted and her eyes narrowed. She is still a little upset. "Come on. You know the tickets for this cheesy shit are sold out weeks in advance!" She takes one of the cups, puts it under the coffee machine and presses one of the far too many buttons.

"Yes - but Dorothy gave me two. Actually four, but that is not the point here. I was going to ask you on Tuesday, but I don't know. I lost my nerve after you turned me around without finishing my sentence". You look away shyly for a moment. 

"Not now. This is not the time to be shy. This is my chance!"

You smile at Mereo and reach for her hand. She allows it, though she looks at you with raised eyebrows.

"So... if you want, we can meet there. And I can buy you a mulled wine or two or three in return for my cocktails".

A brief smile plays across Mereleona's lips; her typical meaningful smile.  And now she was the one who took your hand and extends that touch. She pulls you a little closer into an embrace that is as hesitant as it is gentle. "Sounds great," she says in a low voice before letting you go and becoming her usual self again. "But now tell me - do you want coffee?"

[historicalasiandramas]

CLJ Recaps

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A lot of really emotional things happen really quickly in this ep.

DFQC!Orchid bites Changheng's hand when he reaches out and then tries to force Orchid!DFQC to kiss to switch back. She makes him promise not to hurt Changheng, or she'll kill herself and trap him in her body forever.

And while all this is going down, Xunfeng is revealed as the front man to the coolest metal act in Cangyan Sea.

Back in the forest, DFQC uses Orchid's face to ask Changheng the question that separates a hero from a villain:

This entire time the Moon Supreme had no idea why Orchid would want to go back to a place where she was ridiculed and overlooked. And now Changheng can't even promise that he'd protect her from Yunzhong. Even the real Orchid is saddened to hear Changheng's silence.

Changheng will always put his duty above his feelings. That's all the answer DFQC needs. In her hopelessness, Orchid accidentally makes a sound and reveals her hiding spot to CH. Before he can reveal her, Rong Hao appears and blocks CH. He smiles gently down at Orchid in DFQC's body, showing her that he's already aware of the switch.

Meanwhile, XF has stormed Silent Moon Palace and his killing everyone in his path. I actually really liked this scene, because you get to see 1) Xunfeng's power and 2) how his fighting style differs from his brother.

Orchid tells CH that there's no way for him to lift the curse and says that he should leave. CH refuses to give up and comes up with a different plan: extract Orchid's soul and use self-renewing soil to create a new body for her.

But before Rong Hao can deliver the killing blow, Orchid intervenes kisses DFQC, making them switch back. It's amazing how with a few expression & mannerism changes from their actors, I fully believe that these are two different characters!

DFQC is ready to show Orchid that he's willing to destroy those who don't value her, but she reminds him of his promise not to harm CH. His hellfire subsides, but he's not done rubbing salt in CH's wounds yet! He grabs Orchid and kisses her in front of Changheng. Obviously CH is pissed but before he can do anything rash in his state, Rong Hao teleports them away.

Orchid is angry at the forced kiss and runs off. DFQC has bigger things to worry about than following her: such as Xunfeng's coup. He confronts his brother in the throne room and XF can immediately tell from bearing & expression alone that this is actually DFQC.

As a person with brothers, I can confirm that this is possible! Growing up with someone means you also pick up on their mannerisms. Someone once told me that my younger brother and I sound exactly the same, despite the fact that I'm afab.

The music in this scene is exquisite. DFQC's steps match the beat and the choir kicks in as XF flies down to attack.

I'm personally a huge fan of when DFQC's lightning eyes activate! It was also really sexy of him to stop XF in midair and then chokes him. I'm so sorry Xunfeng....

Ronghao manages to get CH back to Shuiyuntian. Unfortunately, no one can know that he disobeyed orders and went to Cangyan Sea. The only option is for Ronghao to give up some of his life. Danyin offered herself, but Ronghao says that she doesn't have enough power. It has to be him. He's willing to sacrifice for CH. As he shares cultivation with CH, Ronghao's hair begins to turn white.

Unless there's a spell to disguise that, I don't think his Lord of Haishi City mask is gonna work anymore! Anyway, I love a man desperate to undo something that was his own fault to begin with!

Here's the golden brown gown with some important questions:

It's funny how flippant he was about Xunfeng wanting to kill him. If you don't have siblings, wanting to kill them is normal even if you're not the leader of a country with super powerful magic!

DFQC astutely comments that if Ronghao wanted dominion over the Moon Tribe, he could've done it at any time while DFQC was locked way. All this talk of usurping has the Moon Supreme curious and he asks Shangque why he didn't kill his master.

DFQC realizes that Orchid was right about SQ and about him not understanding human emotions.

And finally!!! We get to see my Die Yi! Like Shanque, she is loyal and probably at least a little bit in love with Ronghao. She's distraught seeing him weakened.

She tells Ronghao that she wants him to regain his cultivation, but he says that even if she used up her entire life, it wouldn't work.

Die Yi demands to know why she can't use her life for Ronghao when he used his cultivation for Changheng. This literally sounds like a lover's quarrel. "Do you love him more than me?!" Yes. The only person alive Ronghao cares about other than himself is Changheng.

And yet despite showing his weakness to Die Yi, Ronghao refuses to admit that he saved Changheng out of love. "I know you're not heartless!" WELL MAYBE HE WISHES HE WAS! Let him have this villainous moment even if no one is fooled.

Die Yi collects herself to report on Silent Moon Palace. She asks if they should kill Xunfeng, but Ronghao is convinced that DFQC will do it for them. After all, he killed his own father. What's a brother to him? UNFORTUNATELY you miscalculated! DFQC has Orchid with him and while you're settling into your villain arc, Moon Supreme is s l o w l y entering his redemption arc :)

Changheng is awake now and determined to leave, but is stopped by a summons from his brother. Yunzhong has found him out and questions Changheng. Fortunately, Danyin & Ronghao are there to intercede and say that he was merely eager to kill the enemy. CH grudgingly says they're right and YZ seals his power and puts him back under house arrest.

Speaking of house arrest, it seems like Orchid is back in her gilded cage again. Though this time SQ is watching her to report back to DFQC. I absolutely love the image of him in the golden robes, reading in front of the fire. It gives off such a soft and domestic feel, which is new!

While he's wondering why he acted the way he did when the Jade Ring should be suppressing Orchid's emotions, SQ enters.

DFQC notices something strange in Shangque's report: he's started calling her by a more respectful title. It's translated as Fairy Orchid, which doesn't feel right but I don't know Chinese and thus am not sure what he's actually calling her.

Apparently, the servants also respect Orchid and even say that she saved DFQC. And she did! Just not from Xunfeng. The palace maids want to throw a banquet for her, but aren't sure that DFQC will allow it. He lifts her house arrest and says Orchid is allowed to go wherever she wants within his realm. No one is allowed to stop her, be rude to her, or hurt her. Otherwise - you guessed it! - he will kill them :)

SQ thinks that Orchid choosing to save DFQC shows how loyal she is, but DFQC seems to be a bit riled up before that conclusion. What did you think he was gonna say, buddy? ;) He gives leave for the palace maids to throw the banquet but says that a gathering of women is inappropriate for him to attend.

BUT THEN HE GOES AND SPIES ANYWAY! Interestingly, the maids are calling Orchid elegant and pretty even though when she was first brought back, the courtesans said she was rather plain. DFQC creates a breeze to rustle the petals off the trees, knowing that this would make Orchid happy.

And here is where I died: he removes his ring.

You know, the thing that he was so desperate to get before because it isolates the mind and helps him deal with the Heart Curse? THAT ring. He then closes his eyes and basks in Orchid's joy.

If he's already addicted to joy, imagine what he'll be like when he falls for real damn!!

[hefelllaughing]

Love and War

Previously • Next

||• TWO •||

⊱Past⊰

Hugo Herb Shop, Kyoto, Japan

》 Hugo Homare 's Point of View 《

A week, it has been a month since Adan, Ame, Arana and Dale, stayed in our home. Kida-jiisan, a father figure to me even for a short time, passed away a week since Amie, Dale, Arana and Adan stayed here for the night. Even I can't have any power against Fate and he told me that even for the short time they took me in as their daughter, he was happy and that he loved me.

“Any advice, Homare-chan?” An older woman who was frequent in our small tea shop asked me.

“I suggest don't put too much salt your cooking, from what you're saying, your husband has Kidney Strain. ” I say.

“How'd you know?” She asked me as she sips her Ollong Tea. There are a few customers who ask things and I usually answer... with pay of course.

“From the very list of things your husband feels... The Fatigue, Changes in Urination, Swelling in the hands and ankles, Side Pain, Loss of appetite Nausea and Vomiting, Shortness of Breath, Rashes, Muscle Cramps.” I ranted. “But I suggest getting checked by a doctor but still it will be nice to lessen your salt intake.”

“Of course, of course.” The woman nodded.

“Since our bodies are no longer that strong compared to our youths, we should take proper care of it.” I wisely said. “Oh and lessen the sake as well.”

“I will do anything for that idiot to stay healthy! Thanks Homare-chan.” The woman payed me about 800 yen, not too shabby seeing for small talk.

“Homare-neesan, Ayume-baasan needs you.”

| • ❤ • |

⊱Present⊰

Somewhere in the America, Men of Letters' Bunker

» Third Person's Point of View «

Two brothers were pacing as their friend wasn't answering. The taller brother with brown long hair was looking at the blank piece of paper that they got from the mail.

“Come on, kid, pick up.” The shorter but older brother was the one pacing and worriedly calling their friend.

[This is Delayne Giselle, leave a message after thr beep. But if this is your nth time calling and I don't pick up, I'm out Whispering] His call went to voicemail.

“Dean, why don't we... Ugh...” The taller brother shake his head at the bad idea that he just got.

“Do what, Sammy?” The older brother, Dean, frustratedly asked his younger brother, Sam. “That perhaps the only lead we got is not answering her phone?”

“Since... Cas has his Grace now, why don't he you know, pop up at her place?” Sam asked.

“Or...” Dean trailed. “We call Cas has his grace now, why don't he pop US at her place?” Dean suggested.

“Are you suggesting we pop up in Japan?” Sam looked at his brother who looked like it was the greatest idea he got in a while, a very long while.

“I'm calling it!” Dean immediately called their angel friend, Castiel.

[Hello Dean.] From the otherend of the call, Castiel was in a Slip n' Drink when he received Dean's call.

“Look, Cas, we need a favor man.” Dean said. “Remember Giselle? The kid surgeon? Well she's not answering and we're worried... ”

“Uhm, Dean... I think I know why she's not answering.” Sam said as he just searched a news article in Japan. “I mean, my Japanese is a little wonky but... the only call that Giselle can answer is from a sèance.” He said, turning his laptop around where the article showed a memorial for the young doctor.

[What? Miss Delaney is dead?] Cas asked.

“Change of plans buddy, can you pop us up in Japan and make sure she's actually...dead.” The thrill that Dean felt was washed away. The article showed blurred body and he was pretty sure on the label is that it read Giselle's name and dead on it.

[Are you sure, Dean? You and Sam can handle...] Castiel trailed as he knew how the brothers valued their small but distant family and friends that they meet.

“Pronto, buddy. ” Dean stood up and got up, opening his wallet and fished out a picture of the three, it was when 18 years old Giselle helped them with a case during her and her grandparents' vacation in New York, years prior.

[I'm on my way...Ugh is it a right time for pie?] Castiel already paid for the things he pick up.

“Just... take it and get over here.” Dean said. “Thanks buddy.” With that he hung up, knowing that Castiel was about to say something.

“Let's pack up then.” Sam closed his laptop.

“She better not be dead.” Dean shook his head as he too, began packing.

“I mean, like us, she's some legacy right?” Sam asked, referring to them being descendants of a Men of Letter member. They managed to find a rather old scroll that dated back in the 1800s in Japan. About a case between the Judah Initiatives, Men of Letters and the Keepers of the Whispers, a huge alliance.

“Well it's that or her Gramps taught her to throw scapels when she's 5 years old and her Grandma teaching her how to hunt succubi at their age of 70s-ish.” Dean sarcastically said.

“Dean, I was 4 when you taught me how to pick a lock.” Sam gave him a look. “Well, other than the auto-magicked checklist of members that the scroll has is just something else.” Sam said.

“Sam, Dean, you guys ready?” Castiel had to drive to the bunker due to it being protected from anything really. With a serious nod, Castiel handed Dean the pie and touched the two brothers' shoulders.

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In front of Toshiki Residence, Tokyo, Japan

“Huh, I was joking about the mansion-ish house.” Dean gave a small whistle at the modernized Japanese mansion. There were a few people wandering about and they didn't noticed the trio so they didn't startled anyone.

“The funeral was yesterday. Everyone are preparing to put some of their things in a storage room.” Castiel translated a few words that the housekeepers were saying.

“Uhm, hey!” Dean called out to a man who was visibly disrespected but the foreigners' yell.

“Can I help you?” The man asked.

“We are friends of Miss Delaney.” Castiel said in Japanese, making the two brothers look at him in disbelief.

“From America, we heard that she passed and uhm we are here to convey our condolences.” Sam said in broken Japanese but the man understood and he earned an eyeroll from his brother.

“I am Castiel, this is Sam and Dean Winchester.” Castiel introduced himself and his companions. Two of them bowed in respect, the other reluctantly bowed with a small thug of his sleeves.

“I am Nura Yamito, I am a guard. Please, come inside while I fetch Toshiki-sama.” He showed the three inside, adviced them to wear indoor slipper and remove their shoes.

“Dean, it's a sign of respect, okay?” Sam told his brother. The living room has tatami mats and floor chairs where there instead of the usual couches and sofas. “They cremated her then?” There was a small shrine on a display cabinet with two urns and pictures on them.

“That's not Miss Delaney.” Castiel's eyes furrowed when they looked at the pictures. One was a woman who looked similar to Giselle but older and has black hair. The other picture was a picture of a baby, new born to be precise.

“Dean-san, Sam-san, Castiel-sama.” Two old figures walked in the living room and motioned them to seat. Despite pushing through their 80s, they looked like they never aged from the 3 years they haven't seen each other.

“Hello.” Dean awkwardly waved at the old couple. The two motioned them to seat down and gave a maid who was trailing behind them to place down the food and tea and coffee.

“We are happy to see you three again, not the reason that we are meeting because of our granddaughter's funeral but a joy to see you three again.” Toshiki Hiroko, silvered and wrinkly now due to old age, gave them a small smile. Thankfully for Dean, the couple knew how to speak English. As well as Korean, Greek, Latin, Spanish, French, Italian and many more languages. It was from them Giselle learned how to speak multiple languages.

“We offer you our condolences.” Dean said, immediately taking the cup of coffee and taking out the pie that Castiel bought and placing it down on the coffee table.

“Giselle would've loved to see you or know you are here.” Yuro said.

“Uhm, we know that it hasn't been long since her death but can we ask what happened?” Sam asked, curiously watching Castiel who has yet to sit down. He was still staring at the baby picture.

“Ah, Castiel-sama, did Juno's picture intrigued you?” Hiroko also noticed the man's attention on the picture.

“Juno? Like the Roman Goddess?” Sam asked, elbowing his brother who was stuffing his face with pie.

“Uhm, yeah, the Goddess of Marriage and Jupiter's wife?” Dean continued.

“Ah, I see why Giselle liked the three of you.” Yuro smiled. “You are Anthropologist, yes?” Yuro didn't know about the case, nor about the three knowing of the supernatural. “She spoke highly of your the lores that you share.”

“Uhm, yes.” Dean just agreed. It was common knowledge in the Toshiki Residence that Giselle wanted to be one but chose to become a doctor instead.

“This is Miss Delaney's twin then?” Castiel asked.

“Yes, despite being born first, Juno was stillborn. Giselle on the otherhand was a healthy baby, silent but healthy.” Yuro nodded. Tears begin to fill both of the couples' eyes.

“Our daughter, you see, she was rebellious... Her actions lead to consequences but she got the blessings of her life.” Hiroko was crying now. “Then not aftet a few days after giving birth, she died due to hemorrhaging.”

“We are so sorry to hear that.” Sam sadly said but then he cleared his throat. “We are sorry for your losses, Yuro-san, Hiroko-san but it it's alright with the two of you, we would like to hear of what happened.”

“You see, like most of the people we meet... we care deeply for them, we value them despite being away from them.” Dean said, metaphorically and physically true.

“Of course, it was just a few days ago. Giselle has this patient that is at the countryside, she checks up on her twice a month and the day of the tragedy was her one of her checkups with her.” Yuro explained, his voice raspy and strained.

“Oh, it was horrible, she was checking up on patient when her car swiveled on a stormy night and crashed it on a lake, thankfully she managed to escape... Her burnt body was found near the lake you see.” Hiroko explained.

“Burnt? Why was her body burnt?” Sam asked, curious.

“She was struck by lightning, she was wet due to the rain or perhaps she swam to the lake's shore but like meat that escaped the pan, fell into the fire.” Hiroko was wailing now. The three gave the couple a chance to mourn, albeit mourn again but one can't simply just move on with a snap of a finger.

“Dean, Sam, I don't think Miss Delaney is dead.” Castiel said. “I don't know how but I think they brought in the wrong body.” Castiel said, making Sam and Dean to look around to see if anyone was in ears' length.

“Then where is she?” Dean asked. Castiel then went completely still, not blinking or not even moving.

“Cas?” Sam worriedly looked at his friend. With three calls, the angel snapped back to reality.

“Angel Radio.” Castiel said. “I managed to hear. A few things.” He said.

“Well, what is it?” Dean impatiently asked.

“I don't think the call will pull through if she's in the past.” Castiel said.

“What?” The two brothers knew that journeying in the past wasn't impossible but the fact that not knowing how and why she got there was shocking.

“One of the angels saw her, well, not sure if it was her but an angel's storm was the one that caused the car crash. ” Castiel said. “She's famous too, you know, human miracles you know.”

“We know buddy.” Dean said, knowing how Castiel was awestruck by Giselle when they first met.

“Did you heard why and how?” Sam asked.

“No, angel's storm happens when some angels can't control their you know graces in their human hosts. Euria, Nadine and a few angels can control the weather. Some in seasons.” Castiel rambled.

“And the reason why?” Dean asked.

“Nothing either. No angel can pop to and from the past, not when the fall drained us.” Castiel said as a matter of fact.

“So she's stuck in the past?” Dean asked. “Then that's where the letter came from then? Samuel Colt managed to FedEx phoenix ashes to the future.” Dean concluded.

“But it's blank.” Sam pulled out the letter and to see the blank paper only to see it now no longer blank.

“It's a painting.” Dean had to stretch his neck to see the painting that was in Sam's hands.

“No way, is that the Shinsengumi?” Sam asked, shocked that the painting was a group of men wearing the same haori with the same kanji on it and there in the middle was a familiar face.

“The what?” Dean asked.

“Then she's in Edo Period then.” Sam concluded and walked back to the couple. “Yuro-san, Hiroko-san, do you recognize the girl in the middle?” He showed them the picture.

“Huh, I didn't know that any of our ancestors were affiliated with the Shinsengumi.” Yuro snickered.

“Our ancestors came from the South you know, we were far from the battle that was happening in Kyoto, and the few who were near didn't exactly like the Wolves of Mibu.” Hiroko explained, internally laughing at Dean's face. She liked the three, how they seemed so familiar despite not being actually close to them, it was Giselle who were in contact with the three.

“Werewolves?” Dean mouthed to Castiel and Sam, on which the latter shook his head in disbelief.

“Shinsengumi or the Wolves of Mibu.” Sam pointed out. “Perhaps a cousin many times removed?” He asked again.

“Oh no.” Yuro shook his head. “Most of our ancestors were men, to be clear my daughter and granddaughters are the only females in the last 7 generations.” He was looking intently on the painting.

“But it looks so much like our Giselle.” Hiroko smiled. “Where did you get this anyway?” She asked.

“Uhm, it was something Giselle found.” sent. Sam wanted to say. “We only received it not too long ago.”

“Unless doppelgangers or shapeshifters exists, I doubt there would be someone who will look like Giselle, now or then.” Yuro said, giving the painting back. The three inwardly winced at his statement.

“Another thing that we need to ask, is that, was Giselle acting weird before the accident?” Dean asked.

“Weird no, exhausted yes. Our granddaughter works hard in the hospital you know?” Hiroko said. “But she did received a small necklace from an unknown person, she even wears it.” She continued. Her statement caught the trio's interest.

“She wore it? Like without any hesitation?” Dean asked. He knew Giselle and that she was cautious and careful to let a little jewelry pass.

“Yes she did. We thought of a possible suitor or a lover but she didn't confirmed anything.” Yuro said.

“What did it look like?” Dean asked. He had a feeling he knew what necklace they were talking about.

“With my eyesight, don't hold it against me but it looked old, like some eagle or was it a deer head?” Hiroko said.

“Like a wide V?” Dean asked.

“Yes. Did you know of it?” Yuro asked. Everyone in the room looked at Dean in curiosity.

“She spoke of a clue in finding her father. She showed me a picture of a brass necklace that looked like a very wide V, before we all parted ways years ago.” Dean said.

“So she found her father then?” Yuro didn't know who Giselle's father was but he sure as hell hate the bloke to death.

“Maybe or maybe not.” Sam said. Gears turning in his head and an idea popped up. “Do you guys have it or is it in her things?”

“I'll go have someone get it.” Hiroko called for a maid and asked her to take out Giselle's jewelry box. “What's with the questions?” She was curious on why the three are adamant in asking such questions.

“We feel like there's something wrong with Giselle's death.” Sam stated. “It could be tied to the painting or her necklace or her father.”

“Don't care about that bastard is what I say.” Yuro was fuming.

“We understand but your granddaughter left us somethings, some questionable things but we really need to know.” Dean said. Then a maid handed a wooden box to Hiroko and left.

“It's this one yes?” Yuro asked, pulling out a deep V brass necklace which made Castiel's eyes to widen which didn't go unnoticed by the two brothers.

“Can Cas take a good look of it?” Dean asked.

“He's the expert in jewelry and artifacts.” Sam explained. The couple began to tell them stories of Giselle, small and normal stories that somehow made them a little reluctant of their theory of her being a legacy.

“Here you go.” Castiel gave the necklace a few minutes later.

“It's night, and I assume you three don't have any place to stay at?” Yuro asked.

“Stay, for the night, please.” Hiroko nodded and ordered a maid to prepare three guest rooms and asked the same maid to tell the chef to cook something American this time.

“Ugh, thanks.” Dean agreed.

“Why don't you three freshen up while dinner is being readied?” With that the three were ushered to their rooms by Yamito.

[dream-meister-translations]

MAIN STORY : CHAPTER 3 PART 8

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With that, Victor began to tell the story of the rise and fall of the Bloody Lady, and a mystery organization involved in it. VICTOR : For a long time, the Bloody Lady was the most powerful family in Graveland. But ten years ago, the boss died. His wife Mam took over. Things didn't go well from there. Within months, they were on the verge of financial collapse… VICTOR : But then, an organization appeared and helped revive the Bloody Lady. They gave us money, weapons, and a whole lotta support. Thanks to their help, the Bloody Lady has regained some of their former glory. EMMA : And this organization you're talking about…

VICTOR : I don't know much about it. But, there are rumors that besides money and weapons, this organization has also given Mam a terrible power that can destroy people in the blink of an eye. They say it's used to get rid of anyone who stands in the way of the Bloody Lady's recovery. His words make me think of the incidents with the black fairies. I felt a small tremor of fear shoot down my spine. ITSUKI : Guess we're in the thick of it, huh? CROW : The organization that helped the Bloody Lady must be Nanashi and the others. EMMA : So what's in the warehouse? I had to wonder. Was it the special guns? The strange black powder? Or maybe it was something else entirely? Whatever it was, I was convinced more than ever that we had to explore that warehouse. VICTOR : So you know, Camus is the former second in charge of the Bloody Lady. Even now that he's left the organization, Camus adores Mam. EMMA : If he adores her, why did he leave? VICTOR : I heard that he was kicked out as punishment for failing them. It's a harsh world, I guess. I'll tell you more about that when I get the chance. EMMA : Please do.

VICTOR : After Camus was kicked out, he put all his passion into protecting the Primus Club casino. He's worried about what will happen on the anniversary of the boss' death. So that's why he wants to know what the Bloody Lady is up to. EMMA : When is the anniversary? VICTOR : Ten days from now. Mam is planning something big on the anniversary of his death. Probably something rash and stupid. GRANDFLAIR : Then the guns and black powder are for the anniversary of his death? VICTOR : I don't know anything about black powder. As for the guns, I heard that's what you guys are after. I hope you guys realize that Camus isn't a bad guy. He's genuinely trying his best to protect the Primus Club. The boss loved that casino. But, there's not much Camus can do. The Bloody Lady is always watching us. EMMA : So, that's why he made the deal with us. VICTOR : Indeed. We need your help. I love the Primus Club too. It's the only place I feel safe in this world. It's my home. EMMA : Understood. Can you just tell me one more thing, Victor? Who are the members of the Bloody Lady working at the Primus Club?

VICTOR : ….. EMMA : You can't tell? VICTOR : I don't like to divulge the secrets of my friends without their permission, but…Alright, I'll tell you, but you mustn't let them know. The members are…

After the meeting with Victor at the tavern, I headed to check in with Kai who was still treating the black powder victims. KINGSLEYS' MAN 1 : Uuuuurgh….Aaaahh! EMMA : (This is terrible….) CROW : ………… After we restrained the patients to be safe, I called Navi and the others out of the key to ask them to examine the symptoms. EVAN & NAVI & HIMMEL : ……………. EMMA : What do you guys think? NAVI : It's definitely the effects of black fairy miasma… EMMA : Everyone in Reckord returned to normal after only a short period of time. Why are these people still suffering? HIMMEL : The miasma this time is so deep….It seems to have seeped into their bodies…In Reckord, it was quickly controlled… KAI : I can't believe that even Emma's purification can't cure them… NAVI : The Black Fairy is nowhere to be seen. The master can only control Black Fairies once they are connected to the key. EMMA : Is there any other way to cure them? EVAN : Dunno. HIMMEL : I suggest we search for the black powder itself…We might be able to figure something out by examining it. I think that's what Evan really wanted to say. KAI : He can't admit he wants to help. EVAN : Who are you saying wants to help!? EMMA : Evan, thank you so much. EVAN : I didn't help!! KAI : Evan is right, we need to get our hands on that black powder in order to find a cure! EMMA : Yeah, we should get to that warehouse as soon as possible. But, I'm willing to bet there will be a guard on duty. Victor has already told me as much. KAI : Well, it IS a hidden warehouse, after all. CROW : ………… EMMA : Crow? CROW : Oh, sorry… EMMA : Are you okay? You seem a little out of it. KAI : If you're tired, you can lay down and rest. I'll watch over you. CROW : Nah, I'm fine. Was just thinking about that weird black powder. We gotta find it fast, right? KAI : I'm afraid so… Kai glances over at the patients who are wailing and writhing in their beds. His eyes filled with sorrow and compassion. KAI : I've done what I could, but without that powder I can't find a cure. I contacted Est and the other medical groups through the federation, but…It all feels pretty hopeless… CROW : Yeah…I feel the same way. EMMA : (I need to hurry things along for Kai's sake…But, it's too risky to just jump in without a plan of action…) Just when I was thinking about it, there was a knock at the door. ROUGE : Emma~? It's me! May I come in~♪ EMMA : Yeah, come in, Rouge. ROUGE : Look at all these poor people. This is just horrible. EMMA : Yeah… ROUGE : Well, we'd better hurry! KAI : Ugh! You reek of booze! ROUGE : Yes, that's what happens when you drink. Victor filled me in. Haha~ While everyone was working so hard to gather information, I was sitting on my ass drinking! EMMA : Don't make me slap you.

ROUGE : Wait! At least let me finish the story, please!? So~ I was at the tavern, and I met a friendly guy who said he was one of the Bloody Lady's underlings. So, I told him the whole story━ EMMA & CROW & KAI : Rouge!

[lovelykhaleesiii]

I think this is the best I've ever written tbh 🤭

Tw - mention of violence, cursing, stabbing and attempted stabbing. I think that's it!

-🔥

The young princess couldn't sleep, eat, or even think. After her and Aemond's talk and he said those words to her, she began getting weird feelings in her stomach. People say they are butterflies born out of affection but she knew they were hairy creatures crawling around in her insides. She absolutely hated the feeling.

How could she ever be feeling anything for the one-eyed prince who hunted down and killed her brother? Especially with how his family was also responsible for taking her family away?

As the months wore on, she had let her self be more open with Aemond and he had kept his word to not bed her until she asked him to. But it had come to mind to consummate the marriage before rumors start, even though Aemond had made sure to lightly cut her foot to get small droplets of blood on the sheets of the blood, which he had done so gentle and careful, she didn't feel anything.

"Are you sure? He had asked.

The young Velaryon nodded. "We don't need rumors going around, your mother and brother already dislike me. So, yes, I am ready."

The one-eyed prince had simply nodded before slowly undressing the young princess, kissing her shoulder tenderly, his lips trembling as he does, almost like she would break under his touch like a glass doll. He then finally removed his eye patch and the princess gently gasped as she took in Aemond's sapphire gem that stood in his missing eye's place. The sapphire gem that she had gave him. A matching gemstone that had resided on a chain belonging to her.

The next morning had been proven relaxing as Aemond had gently woken her up by kissing her arm and shoulder, which tickled her awake. Aemond also had been uncharacteristically happy that week, as he believed the woman he had loved since he was thirteen had began to love him back. And as the Velaryon got more relaxed, she had still made plans to take revenge, she had no change in mind for that. She had even recruited Layana, her lady-in-waiting to help her and the women had became quite close.

"This is a dangerous game, my lady."

The princess simply replied with, "I am as good as dead here. Besides you, I have no friends, allies, or family at court. So, I have nothing else to lose."

As she and Aemond sat in their chambers, he had brought up the topic of names for their future child. This had set her off, though of course.

"Wouldn't you like to have an actual child born from you instead of a bastard like your brothers?"

While rash, she couldn't control herself. She had grabbed the knife that sat on the table beside them, only for Aemond to swipe it away. The Velaryon had hissed in pain and Aemond's eye grew wide with worry.

"Oh, i'm sorry. Did that hurt?" He had asked sincerely.

"Yes."

"I'm sorry. But let's be honest, you're heart wasn't quite in it. I can't kill you, you are a good person."

"I could kill you, you are a bad person."

Their little lovers quarrel continued at a feast that night, ending with a fight between multiple drunks and Aemond snatching the young princess up, throwing her over his shoulder, and carrying her away to safety.

She pushes his away. "I didn't need your help!"

"I agree."

"Do you love to taunt me? Is that it?

"No, of course not."

"Then don't ever do that again." And as she walked away, she says, "I don't need your help."

Over the next five months, she and Layana worked together to gather allies still loyal to Rhaenyra targaryen and began working on a plan. That is...until her nineteenth name day. The dress she had picked out was snug around the waist and foods that she loved wasn't smelling or tasting good to her anymore. A trip to the maesters confirmed her worst fear. She was with child.

When she was informed, she felt like she couldn't breath. Her worst nightmare come to life. And as the weeks passed, she avoided Aemond so she wouldn't have to tell him the news but as she sat in her chambers, reading, a knock came to her door. But she had no energy to answer it, so she simply said, "come!"

No one entered though. Weird. But a voice came through on the other end. It was Layana!

"Layana? What are you doing out there? Come in!"

"I think it is best if I remained out here, my lady."

By now, the princess had closed the book before walking up to the door."

"Why would that be?"

"My lady, I told Aemond."

Her eyes widen with shock and horror. "Please tell me you didn't!"

"I did! I'm sorry! He had managed to find our plans and told me he wouldn't kill me if I told him the whole of it, so I told him. And I told him you were with child. We cannot win, i'm sorry."

"Fuck you! I thought you were my friend!"

"I am your friend! Which is why I told him! He adores you, loves you! And you have his baby inside you! He won't kill you."

"He'll be coming for me now."

"He won't"

With that, she heard Layna's footsteps walk away.

The Velaryon had not planned for his but she must act swiftly. She spots the knife she almost used on Aemond months ago, grabbing it she rips her dress in the middle, exposing her stomach.

Just as she had predicated, Aemond barges in, eyes filled with fury.

"I thought we could name him after my brother you killed."

"You bitch!" Aemond turns her around, pointing his dagger toward her throat. "I will slit your throat!"

"Aim for the stomach, it will work better."

"You think a child would stop me?!"

"No," she states plainly. "But your child. Our child. A fucking son. Viserys's grandchild and no doubt a cutie like his dad. Now, say hello." She then puts his free hand on her stomach, letting him feel the baby's heartbeat. She couldn't see it, but Aemond already loved the unborn babe and was happy he was going to be a father.

"No."

Silence.

"He's really in there?"

"Just under your hand. Under the skin."

He lowers the dagger from her throat. "You don't know it's a boy."

"He feels dumb, so I suspect it strongly."

"I loved you..." Aemond's good eye starts to get watery and she notices it's already red. Like he had been crying prior to this confrontation. "Why don't you love me?"

"I do," she admits, "in a way. But you have to know, we aren't lovers. We will never be lovers. But you love your son. Our son."

"Any woman can give me a baby!"

"So kill us then."

Silence again.

"I just need a second-" without hesitation, Aemond bends down and places his ear to her stomach and as he hears the heartbeat, he feels that he could burst out crying from happiness. He then finally stands back up. "Fuck. I can't do it. I can't kill you."

A guard suddenly enters, in his hand a brown holder with something round it it.

"Which is why I come to give you this."

"What-"

"Leery's head. Your dead mother's allie. Considering it your doing."

The guard simply puts it into her hands and he and Aemond take their leave.

To get the last word, she shouts, "next it will be your head! I'll be waving your decapitated head on a stick in front of your weeping mother!" And as they leave. she lets the holder drop, thankfully it was tightly closed.

That night, she still is angry and ready to tear Aemond apart. She gets her chance in their shared chambers, his back turned and not noticing her entering. Grabbing her knife, she plunges it into his shoulder and before he falls down, she stabs him not once. Not twice. Not even three times. But six times. And he finally falls to the ground. Dead.

As it sinks it, the young princess gets flashbacks of her and Aemond. Not the bad times but the good times. How he was gentle with her the first night. How he had written love poems to her that honestly made her tear up, and their friendship when they were children before everything got messed up. Before he became Aemond one-eyed. Before she lost everything.

She covers her mouth in shock and horror before reaching down and sobbing into Aemond's shoulder. Just then, she hears the door open and when she turns, she sees Aemond, his gaze soften at her crying, understanding what had happened. "Wrong person," he simply says.

No more words are spoken as she stands up and rushes over to Aemond. "Don't ever scare me like that! Damn you!" And she pulls him into a tight hug, never wanting to let go.

-🔥

AHHHHHH TWIN THE ANGST SENSATIONAL AND A BUBBA ON THE WAY YES PLEASEEEEE

[casspurrjoybell-33]

Wreckless - The Beach House

*Warning Adult Content*

Emmett

Yesterday I got a text from Finnegan telling me that Megan had found us a place and with almost no begging and Peter gave me the go ahead.

He complained that he'd actually have to work for a week but was happy for me, for us.

This morning I worked, then came home and tried to get ready to leave the house for a week.

Andy said he'd come by and feed and play with Marten which was the biggest thing to take care of.

I did laundry, cleaned out the fridge and took out the trash.

I pulled the cooler out of the basement and filled it.

I've learned that Finnegan likes to snack at all hours and most of the hotel rooms near the beach have those little refrigerator/micro combos so I brought some fruit, string cheese, drinks and microwave popcorn too.

At the last second I remembered to grab one of his cups.

Finnegan is supposed to be back by now so I text him.

Emmett Locke: Hey darling. Is everything going okay over there?

Finnegan Walker: Stupid stupid-heads aren't even HERE YET. I have to see them before we leave so I have to wait.

Emmett Locke: Did you call and confirm?

Obviously big Finn would have but the whole 'stupid-heads' is making me think he may not be quite his normal work self.

Finnegan Walker: Of course. They're at another job and on their way. They have been on the way for the last two hours. I need a vacation.

Emmett Locke: You're getting one tomorrow. Anything I can do to help?

Finnegan Walker: Any chance you want to pack for me? I don't have much, we can buy stuff there right? I'll do my toiletries in the morning but my shorts and sleepies and a few t-shirts?

He's right, he doesn't even have a weeks worth of casual clothes because his dress clothes took up so much room.

I'm going to handle that for him since he handed me another huge check this morning.

Emmett Locke: I've got you, darling, no worries. I recommend going to the bathroom. People always show up as soon as you gotta piss.

Finnegan Walker: I'm desperate enough to try anything. TY :)

He's not the only desperate one, I can not wait to have some more time with him next week.

I try 'Old Navy' because they make slims, which will look amazing on Finn and they have some fun stuff that I think he'll like.

I end up scoring big and get him an extra pair of trunks with sharks all over them and a matching blue rash-guard shirt to protect his poor shoulders, two pairs of shorts, three t-shirts and a really cute short sleeve button-down.

I get him two fun graphic tees, a funny pair of socks and a pair of flip flops for the beach and pool because all he has are fancy leather sandals.

That will do him but still give him room in the suitcase to shop if he wants to.

I stop by the dollar store on the way home grab a few ridiculous things that we probably won't ever use.

I get two bubble wands, two squirt guns, a beach ball and a raft that probably won't hold either of us.

I pack his jeans because damn he looks good in them and if it rains the evenings may be cool, a pair of long pajama pants and pretty much everything else he has at my place that doesn't involve wool or need to be starched except for one outfit that I leave folded on my dresser for tomorrow and of course his night undies.

Then I let Marten out and play with him for hours before cleaning his cage.

Finally, hours after he should be, Finnegan is back home.

"Hi darling," I holler from upstairs when I hear the door.

"I'm done," he says gleefully.

He comes careening up the stairs and leaps into my arms.

"Can we go now?"

It's not THAT late but...

"I thought the booking started tomorrow."

"Nope. I had to do weekly Saturday to Saturday. I know it wasn't the plan, I just want out of here. I want to be with you and forget about work. I just need to change and pack some stupid work stuff but I can be ready in like ten minutes because you're amazing and packed for me."

He's not usually so impulsive but how can I say no to wanting more time together?

"I'll get the toiletries and put the suitcase in the car. I assume we're taking yours?" 

I'm looking forward to driving it, actually.

"Yeah, of course. I can't believe we're really going."

His excitement is contagious and I'm grinning like an idiot.

"Okay, in the car by six p.m. Darling. We'll stop and get something to eat on the way."

He kisses my cheek before dashing towards his office.

"Thanks, Emmett."

********

Finn has the address in his cell-phone's GPS so I pay no attention.

We're going east so I assume it knows what it's doing.

When we get close I ask...

"Which hotel is it?"

"She got us a house... a block away from the water. Sorry she couldn't find anything closer... we'll plan better next time."

He's kidding, right? I've never stayed within walking distance of the actual ocean and a house?

There are some adorable beach cottages all clustered together not far from the beach, maybe it's one of those.

That would be sweet.   

I follow along as the phone chirps directions at me and when Finnegan points and says...

"That looks like it."

I slow down. 

"Yeah, 303. That's us Emmett... the blue one, right here."

He's shitting me.

It's the cutest house I've ever seen and it's huge.

Well, probably not huge by his standards but it's a lot bigger than my rowhouse.

"This is crazy, Finnegan. Seriously?"

He doesn't answer, he jumps out of the car as soon as I put it in park and runs to the door.

He punches in a code and disappears inside as I grab my bag and his suitcase.

The porch light was left on for us but he's running around flipping on more.

"It's so CUTE," he squeals.

"Emmett... Emmett... look at the pool."

There's a pool? Of course, just what you need next to the beach.

My jaw drops open when I look through the huge window and there are fountains shooting water across the pool.

Finnegan is turning them on and off but soon tires of that game and runs upstairs.

"Our bedroom."

He meets me halfway up the stairs, grabs his suitcase and lugs it the rest of the way.

"There are three... well two and an office with a sleeper couch but this is ours."

It's beautiful.

I was in a torn up old palace once but this is definitely the nicest room I've ever been in.

It looks like the 'after' on one of those remodeling shows.

The whole house does, actually.

It even has a door to a little balcony and I'm pretty sure that in the morning we're going to be able to see the ocean because it's way too dark over there to be anything else. 

"Can you start unpacking while I get the cooler?"

I guess I shouldn't have worried about having a fridge.

"Okay but then I wanna go to the beach."

"Tonight? It's late."

"Please? I just wanna see it and smell it and hear it. Please? Ten minutes... that's all," he promises.

"Sure Finnegan, I could use a walk to stretch my legs."

[pesterloglog]

Dave Strider, Rose Lalonde

Act 4, page 1643

-- turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering tentacleTherapist [TT] --

TG: thats it i cant take it anymore

TG: it was such a huge mistake prototyping seppucrow with this useless mindnumbing jackass

TG: im going back

TT: Already?

TG: what do you mean already shit took 4 goddamn months

TG: or something

TG: i dont know im kind of losing track of how long its been with all this time hopping

TT: It just sounds like you're making a rash decision based on temporary aggravation with a laughing puppet.

TT: I thought we planned to progress as far as we could before you went back.

TT: To gather information, and avoid repeating mistakes.

TG: what else is there to know

TG: we lost

TG: cant finish the game with a dead heir and witch

TT: We don't know Jade is dead for sure.

TG: yeah well she had a big fucking meteor bearing down on her and we never heard from her again

TG: or the trolls for that matter

TG: after they tricked john into skipping way ahead and getting his ass handed to him by the denizen

TG: i guess once they managed to sabotage us they were done with us

TG: and since john died he couldnt get jade in on time so whether shes alive or not shes as good as dead from our perspective

TG: only thing left to do is change all that

TT: Are you sure you're ready?

TT: You'll remember the plan we discussed?

TG: theres not much to remember

TG: i go back and tell john not to be an idiot and get trolled like such a gullible stooge

TG: i dont know what he was thinking

TG: even we couldnt kill one of those things yet

TG: with our higher levels and all our sick gear

TT: It still seems hasty to me.

TT: Maybe I'm just not as comfortable with time travel as you.

TG: nah itll be fine dont worry

TT: After you go, what do you think will happen to me?

TT: Will I just cease to exist?

TG: i dont know

TG: i mean your whole timeline will

TG: maybe

TT: Maybe?

TT: Is there a chance it'll continue to exist, and I'll just be here alone forever?

TT: I'm not sure which outcome is more unsettling.

TG: the thing with time travel is

TG: you cant overthink it

TG: just roll with it and see what happens

TG: and above all try not to do anything retarded

TT: What do you think I should do?

TG: try going to sleep

TG: our dream selves kind of operate outside the normal time continuum i think

TG: so if part of you from this timelines going to persist thats probably the way to make it happen

TT: Ok.

TG: and hey you might even be able to help your past dream self wake up sooner without all that fuss you went through

TT: I think the true purpose of this game is to see how many qualifiers we can get to precede the word "self" and still understand what we're talking about.

TG: the true purpose is to make a sprite that doesnt make me want to flog myself raw with my own brain stem

TG: anything else is gravy

TT: If my past self can wake up sooner, maybe I'll be the one to visit you first this time.

TT: I'll fly by and remind you you're already awake and don't know it.

TG: yeah thatd be cool i guess

TG: im gonna go now

TT: Good luck.

[an-angel-in-the-garden]

Dating aizen and shinji(seperately ) headcannons ? Plz

Ah yes two very fun boys! Also two very different kinds of partners.

Aizen

Depending on the type of person you are dating Aizen can be either the best of times or some of the most frustrating

Aizen starts the relationship with a lie and that can't be avoided but you're also someone that can get him to tell you anything after a bit of time

There's a high chance you met Aizen back when he was captain maybe even lieutenant so when you start dating it comes as a shock to most people but Aizen will brush them off

He always praises you and will get somewhat angry when and if people talk badly about you in anyway

Gin is almost always around even after he becomes a captain so expect to have to deal with him as Aizen's partner….Dont worry too much, he'll be nice

Aizen is a devoted partner, he's caring and smart enough to always be able to read you and in turn he'll want you to understand him as well

Dates don't really happen often but during those time they do happen they're always well thought out and planned so nothing ruins them

He also doesn't really give gifts, he sees no need for them most the time but any he does give be it for holidays or celebrations are always so meaningful and more often than not are handmade

Shinji

Dating Shinji is like a roller coaster but not in a bad way he's just a handful

He's very impulsive at times and can get cocky if not kept in check but he really is a nice boyfriend

Dates are plentiful and somewhat spontaneous. At times with nothing major happening Shinji might just jolt up and ask to go to the park or get something to eat together

Shinji plays it off the he's the kind of guy to forget important dates but in reality he has them all marked down and often has things planned months in advance

He gives you nicknames and you can't avoid them. Sweetheart, baby, sweetcheeks, honeybear, idiot ( always said in a dreamy tone) and many others

Shinji tends to hide when things bother him and honestly after what happened in the soul society he's a little hesitant to trust people but that's how you know when his love runs deep

Nights are sometimes spent talking about anything Shinji can think of from his past to the future he wants with you and his friends things he would almost never speak of to others

He can be rash, sometimes really blunt but he's honest about his love and he loves to show it off whenever given a chance

Alright! I will hopefully have another request done by the end of the month! But until then I hope you enjoyed this. A little note since I'm not the most happy with how this came out is I'm not great at general headcanons but I do hope it was still good. Thank you for requesting and reading. Have a good day or night. ~ Lilly

[lovinkiri]

Villains don’t normally get their own merch, so Quirkless Hero S/O has a plan! She’s really bad at sewing and sitching, but she secretly makes a plushie for Deku! Of course, she has to hide it at the LoV base and asks the others to keep it a secret, but in exchange, she makes plushies for them, too!!Deku is worried and suspicious of S/O’s secretive behavior, especially with the bandages on her fingers, thinking more heroes were bullying her again. At least until the plushies are done! 🥰!

Look, it's you!

Author's Thoughts: That's so wholesome I love it 🥺

Warning: None, just fluff.

So you noticed that most heroes were starting to launch some new merch.

Even you!

And your favorites were the plushies!

You practically collected them.

Izuku didn't like them much though, but it was more out of jealousy

So you decided to make him one since villains didn't get plushies

And with your goal in mind, you got to it!

Keeping it a secret was hard tho

Especially since Izuku always took it upon himself to clean if he got home first

So you started to race him home

Eventually, you just hid it at the league's base

Oddly enough tho, it was the league who found out about your secret first!

Shigaraki couldn't care less but the others took it upon themselves to try to bargain with you.

And you ended up agreeing to making everyone a plushie

It takes a while and it in that time, of course Izuku is suspicious

He knows when you're hiding something

He just can figure out what

But the bandages on your fingers leads him to believe he may have to get his hands dirty again

He asks you often if everything is okay at work

If someone is bothering you

If he needs to get involved

But you wave it off with a smile and tell him not to do anything rash

And he never wants to go against your wishes

It's not until you're holding the plushie out in front of him that everything clicks

"Look, Zuku, it's you!"

He'd gingerly take it and smile

"Ah. Rosebud.. You really didn't have to.. I don't deserve you, you know that?"

Before you can respond, he boops the plushie's face against your lips with laughter

You just made his whole year 💚

Bonus

Shigaraki pretty much showed no emotion when you face it to him. He secretly loves it though. It's always kept clean and no one else can touch it but him. It's really special to him now.

Toga hugged it into her chest as soon as she got it in her hands. Then she hugged you. She absolutely adores it and it's always with her when she's not on missions. She sleeps with it and eats with it. She even has to be persuaded to wash it because she doesn't wanna part with it.

Twice also gave a really big reaction, holding it face to face before hugging it. He immediately began to fawn over how cute it was, his split personality even complimenting the craftsmanship. He probably hugged you next, like Toga. His hug has your feet off the ground though. He calls it his "Favorite Duplicate". Holding it really comforts him though when he goes into an episode.

Dabi just hums when he gets it, but he really appreciates it. He spends a lot of time looking at it when he's alone, taking it I'm his hands and running his thumb over the fabric. Eventually starts to talk to it, usually asking questions. Little things like "Think we overdid it today?.. Nah." or "We really pissed Crusty off today, didn't we?"

Spinner is mostly admiring your skill. He's kinda awkward about it though like "Uh looks good... Thanks". He's trying, he's just used to being excluded so he was honestly surprised to get one. He really likes it though and definitely keeps it. Probably hides it away for safe keeping but often retrieves it just to look at it.

Kurogiri also wasn't expecting to get one. He thinks it's very sweet. Probably just silently gave you a head pat and moved on. He put it behind the bar because he likes the way it looks there. Doesn't let anyone touch it either and will politely suggest that they move their hand. And it always works.

Mr. Compress took your hand and kissed your knuckle (much to Izuku's dismay). He thanked you and told you how much he appreciated it. Probably puts it in a marble and keeps it with him. Whenever he wants it, poof! It's there! He finds you and the gesture very sweet.