#its a scone for ffs

[bugbugboy]

Why did he fill his scone like that that's wrong it's wrong it's

[thelaisydazy]

I LOVE YOUR FIREFIGHTER SERIES!!ITS SO CREATIVE!!

Could I maybe perchance order a jealous ff!Simon x reader pretty please 🙏

Like it can be whatever you want, from gaz asking reader out to a customer flirting whilst Simon’s there, it’s up to you!

Tumbles, baby, absolutely you can. I'm so glad you like the Flashover series. 💚💚💚

It isn't like Simon to oversleep. He gets to the bakery later than usual, finding it already busy with customers. The table you two usually shared breakfast at was currently occupied by a pair of old ladies eating scones and drinking tea you'd no doubt poured for them from the back.

Up at the counter you were helping another customer with a cake order, you clearly hadn't spotted him yet. The customer, an older man, was leaning over the counter where you were writing his order on a piece of paper, his face just a little too close to your hair for Simon's liking.

"Say, you're a pretty little thing," the older man says. "When's your lunch break? There's a nice little restaurant in town."

"Oh, no thank you," you say. "What kind of icing do you want for your cake?"

"Oh come on," he says. "I have a lot of money. I could make sure you never had to work again."

Simon's blood boils as he hears the old man attempting to hit on you. With Riley's leash in hand, he stalks up behind the old man, towering over him.

"Is there a problem?" Simon rumbles, his eyes dark as he glares down at the customer.

The old man spins around, nearly tripping over Riley. "Ah! Well, no no," he says, stumbling over his words. "Nothing at all. Just a friendly conversation."

"I think you should order your cake somewhere else." Simon narrows him eyes. The old man doesn't wait for another warning, running off quickly. Simon turns to you, his gaze softening. "Are you alright?"

You look up at him, cheeks red. "Uh.. yeah.. yeah," you say. "Uhm.. thanks. He's been standing here forever. I never thought he'd leave."

Simon grunted. "Sorry I'm too late for breakfast," he says.

"Well... It's almost time for my lunch break," you say, offering him that sweet smile that makes him melt.

"I'd be honored."

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camilo's blue lock ff reccs ^_−☆ (as of december 25, 2023; may be updated):

- a shiver i cant shake by lockedskies .., 4k words and 1/1 chapters. a tabiori ff where they carpool on their way to bluelock from kansai which turns into a sort of roadtrip ff that lowkey had me kicking my legs

- behind the mask by kae_karo ... 6k words and 1/1 chapters. tabieita assasin au where theyre trying to kill each other but theyre pining!

- white tea and blackberry pie by juryrouge ... 12k words and 2/2 chapters. a kaisagi future ff from an outsiders pov of them slowly getting set up! its just rly cute

- electric blue by ithildin_23 ... 13k words and 4/? chapters. ANOTHER kaisagi ff where theyre all content creators! isagi is a gamer whos RLLY good at valo and kaiser is a blogger. unfortunately discontinued but still one of my favs!

- and if you flow with me (i hope it goes slow) by xshieru .., 18k words and 1/1 chapters. RLLLY cute bachisagi ff where they slowly get together over the course of blue lock. just generally rlly cute ^^

- im scared you wont be waiting on the other side by jumpinginmuddypuddles ... 7k words and 2/6 chapters. bachisagi where isagi is being hunted down and bachira is his bodyguard. very good but it hasnt been updated in so long so 😔

- like staccatos by rinksskii ... 18k words and 3/? chapters. rinsagi orchestra au with a very interesting plot that im very curious about!! sadly has not been updated in a while

- customer service by amazing__gracie ... 3k words and 1/1 chapters (but is the second work of a two work series!). very funny rinsagi where rin is a racer and isagi is an awesome mechanic. from the tags: "rin likes isagi" "isagi likes rin's car"

- no mountain too high, no river too wide by miyaeruisa .,, 36k words and two work series. featuring: figure skating kaisagi. GODDD ITS SO GOOD!! rivals to lovers with great amounts of balance of focus on the individual chars and their relationship and one of my favs to reread (esp the second work)

- go together by heartbeatrelics ... 3k words and 1/1 chapters. nagireo ff where nagi is searching for an apartment for him and reo to live in while reo has no idea theyre gonna live together...theyre so domestic and ughhhh yeah!

- kintsugi kids by retrosas ... 10k words and 1/1 chapters. rare chigisagi ff where theyre childhood friends and chigiri is healing from his knee injury (+ an isagi injury). really good!

- got me feeling like damn! by retrosas ... 11k words and 2/2 chapters. allsagi ff with just. everyone simping over each other while at a bllk party. SOOO rereadable!! staged in the future

- apricot scones by orphan account ... 4k words and 1/1 chapters. soft coffee shop bachisagi EXCEPT a secret someone is actually spiderman!!!! sooo cute

- sights worth seeing by mxmasochist ... 15k words and 6/6 chapters. 5 + 1 ff featuring yukki's injury!! just some plain old good hurt/comfort

- rhythm only you can follow by katlov ... 8k words and 1/1 chapters. kurosagi in bastard munchen where theyre just. soft. real cute and kurona gets hit in the face

- and they were roomates by chameleonardodicaprio .., 17k words and 2/2 chapters. nagireo stuff that had me TAKING LAPS. this is so!!! nrhdkdvj!!!! just nagireo being gay and everyone speculating in the nel

- the third time by anonymous .., 66k 12/? chapters! rinsagi stuff where isagi is a super famous idol and rin is training to be his backup dancer!! realllly good stuff with both of them being good at what they do and. yeah!

- the universe thinks we should kiss or something by misstresssleepless ... 4k words and 1/1 chapters. AWESOME tabieita soulmate au where theyre just a little funky. figuring things out for 4k words basically

- im working on it by orphan account ... 52k words and 10/10 chapters. LAST CHAPTER IS SMUT beware!!! really good slow burn tabieita in blue lock with great character plot!! theyre so cute

- the little things by meemawz ... 1k words and 1/1 chapters. just a gen fic of isagis senses being way too strong. very cute hurt/comfort and fluff (i also love this trope so much plspls write more for this)

- streamer nagi cinematic universe by okwa ... 12k words and 4 works. what it says on the tin! js lots of cute stuff with nagireo!

see pt 2 here!

[docholligay]

Do you have a dish or recipe you're very traditional about? Like "it was good 200 years ago, it's good now, no notes"

OHHHHH man. This question is actually harder to answer than you'd think!

Because CONCEPTUALLY, no. I am a person who believes in, mostly, culinary boundaries being pushed, being fucked around with. I am not one of those people who believes that for something to be adapted is to be inferior or fake--I think American Chinese food, Tex-Mex, and British Indian food are all FUCKING BANGERS, they just happen to be different from what I'm going to call their "source cuisines" (I am not even going to go into how saying they aren't 'real X food' erases the efforts of immigrants in a different country, and also ends up flattening, in the above examples, EXTREMELY fucking diverse countries. Like I am not super up on China or India in a culinary sense, only in a passing one, but I do in fact know quite a bit about Mexico and uh there are absolutely places in Mexico that use dairy jesus fucking christ) but they are heroes in their own right.

I also think that tweaking something comes from a place of interest, usually, and desire to make something interesting, or to make something work, or to push your neighbors and family. So, like, I know everyone lost their minds about GBB's smores incident, but, even as a protector of the idea that American Culinary Traditions are Valuable, I think it's really annoyingly precious to be like "A digestive is nothing like a graham cracker" oh ffs shut up I have told people in the Uk to sub in digestives a zillion fucking times they are like 2% different you are being a fucking weirdo. (In the same way the internet LOSES IT when I say most scones are essentially US cream biscuits, but if I put them both on a plate and said "One of these is a scone recipe and one is a cream biscuit" most people couldn't do better than 50/50 quit being stupid who do you think BROUGHT IT OVER HERE)

So, again: Conceptually I do not necessarily believe in culinary sacred cows.

CONCEPTUALLY.

In the real world, in which I am forced to square with my belief structure and its consequences, I was once served an Old Fashioned in Scotland with SELTZER WATER in it, and despite Glasgow being King of the Scottish Mainland I GASPED AUDIBLY but the woman at my hotel (that I highly recommend to anyone staying in Glasgow, which I actually preferred to Edinburgh) was so kind and sweet and delivered it to my room so I DRANK IT, and I have since discovered that there are some people who actually think this is a correct way to make an Old Fashioned and unless you are using the rotgut they made in the South during prohibition you have no business and no right and I hope you know you are unraveling the fabric of society.

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For @klaroline-events​ KC Bingo - “Flower Shop” On FF and AO3

Who says the customer is always right? 

You Don’t Bring Me Flowers

“She told me I never give her flowers,” he huffed. “How was I supposed to know that was a thing?”

“Who would have thought that giving someone flowers was a thing,” she shot back wryly. “You’re really asking the owner of this type of establishment that question?”

“You know what I mean,” he insisted. “I can’t do anything right hence my impromptu trip to what is, I’m sure, a very fine establishment.”

“Well, you’re here, so that’s a start,” she murmured. “And as much as I’d love to discuss the merits of giving flowers versus not giving them, it’s sort of busy in here right now so...”

“Oh of course, my apologies,” he replied, shelling over a wad of notes for his purchase. 

“How about a card?”

“Why do I need a card? It’s not like she won’t know who they’re from, right?” 

Caroline had to resist the urge not to roll her eyes at a customer. If this guy was her boyfriend she’d have dumped him by now. Who was she kidding? She never would have gone out with him in the first place. 

Yes, maybe he was kind of attractive with those untamed, blonde locks, short stubble that demanded to be touched and lips the colour of her favourite primrose. But he clearly had no idea about how to be a decent human being. 

Call her traditional but Caroline loved flowers and the generous act of giving them, hence why she started her own business five years earlier. 

Wild at Heart wasn’t big compared to some shops but what it lacked in size it made up for in its artistic bouquets as well as its warm ambience from the freshly baked, pumpkin scones in the adjoining cafe to her friendly staff. Well, except when Katherine was in a bad mood or hung over.

“A card is an accompaniment to the flowers and allows you to properly convey your message.”

“There’s definitely a message I’d like to convey but not sure it is very card friendly, if you know what I mean?”

Caroline was incredibly curious at his response and had to bite her tongue from responding. The obvious question being why he was buying flowers in the first place? But she could see the long line up of impatient customers behind him and knew they wouldn’t appreciate her views on the matter.

“If that’s the case, I think it’s best we just stick with the flowers.” 

Caroline wondered about his choice of flowers too. Most men, who had no idea about flowers, went straight for the roses. Beautiful, yes, but they were a safe option. Mister Sunshine, however, had chosen the namesake at the heart of her shop.

It was a combination of wildflowers. A mixture of Lavender, Daisies, Forget Me Nots and Queen Anne’s Lace to name a few. Although they were her absolute favourites, it was usually the last bouquet to sell in a day. Given it was only 9:09 am this was a first.

“No, I think you might have a point. So, what do you suggest I write?” She could hear the impatient groans from the people behind. 

“Look, here’s a card that says To and From,” she gestured to the plainest gift tag they had in the shop. One she only really kept on hand for situations like this. “All you need to do is insert names, easy right? Then you won’t feel the need to share opinions which might negate the positive act of giving flowers in the first place.”

A slight smile tugged at the edges of his mouth and Caroline was struggling not to reciprocate but then she remembered he was an ass. 

Before he could reply, she pushed that and the flowers towards him trying to ignore the way those crimson lips curved into a knowing smile followed by a flash of not just one dimple but two. 

“Next, please?”

27 hours later

Klaus had been standing outside the shop for a good fifteen minutes. He was debating whether or not to go inside. 

He looked down at the flowers he’d purchased yesterday, surprisingly still in relatively good condition given the way she’d thrown them at him. 

That would teach him to buy her flowers.  

Most people would take the rejection and either re-gift the flowers or throw them in the trash, Klaus, however, thought they were too beautiful for that and decided recycling was probably the best course of action. 

It had absolutely nothing to do with the beautiful, sarcastic blonde who’d sold them to him. Well, that’s what he kept telling himself.  

“Let me guess, you couldn’t help yourself and gave her the non card friendly version?” 

He turned slightly to his left, noticing the familiar blonde watering the flower pots outside the shop. He thought she looked stunning yesterday in a blue sweater, the colour of which he’d committed to memory, but today her jeans and white t-shirt combination was distracting him even more so. 

“Excuse me?”

“I couldn’t help but notice that my flowers are firmly grasped in your hand,” she noted. “If you’re looking for a refund I’m afraid...”

“Uh, no, of course not,” he stumbled. “I actually thought you might like them back.”

“I’m assuming they didn’t go down too well with...”

“Rebekah.”

“I’d apologise but given the way you were speaking yesterday I don’t really blame her for thinking you’re probably a bit of an ass.”

“Oh really? Is this how you usually talk to your customers, love?”

“Well, you’ve already paid for the flowers so I figure I’m safe.”

“You think you know me?”

“I know your type.”

“Wow, I’m a type,” he replied. “Please, tell me all about it.” 

���You did something wrong and you think buying this Rebekah flowers is going to fix everything. Unfortunately, it doesn’t always work like that.”

“What do you think I did?” Klaus was beginning to get a complex and had no idea that a stranger, albeit a beautiful one, could make him feel so guilty. 

“Something bad if you’ve still got those flowers,” she murmured, her blue eyes gazing into his intently. “Maybe Rebekah wants more than flowers, did you ever think of that?”

“How about you?”

“How about me what?”

“If I gave you these flowers, would you like them?”

“I think that’s beside the point and extremely insensitive to poor Rebekah,” she scoffed. “I think I’m starting to realise her issues with you now.”

“Rebekah is my sister.”

“Yeah sure and that guy over there is my husband.” Klaus felt his chest constrict, not realising just how disappointed he was to hear that.  

When he’d made the trip, Klaus was secretly hoping she’d agree to go out with him. He knew he hadn’t made the best first impression but he truly felt like there was something between them. 

“I’m sorry to hear that, love,” he murmured. 

“Hang on, Rebekah really is your sister?”

“Unfortunately and you’re married, so it’s probably best I take my flowers and go.”

“What exactly did you do to your sister, you know besides not giving her flowers enough?”

“Her husband is in the Army and currently stationed in The Middle East. She’s heavily pregnant and incredibly moody and apparently I haven’t lavished enough attention on her. In my defence, she’s been like this since we were children but she’s one hundred times worse now.”

“Well, that I wasn’t expecting.” 

“I’ve taken her to every doctor’s appointment even though she complained about my supposed lack of driving skills and I’ve made plenty of late night trips to the store to buy the most disgusting combinations of foods to fulfil her voracious appetite. Then I thought flowers might help but apparently they weren’t to her taste.”

“Wow, you’ve been needing to get that off your chest for a while, huh?”

“You have no idea. I love her but she drives me crazy,” he chuckled. “I’m sorry to download on you, I should really let you get back to work.”

“I’m curious, why did you pick those flowers?” He looked down at them noting the diverse array of colours and shapes. He’d found himself immediately drawn to them in the shop but not exactly sure why at the time. 

“My sister, as it turns out, wanted roses, hence the tantrum. I suppose I thought these were understated, but at the same time wild and unexpected in a really beautiful way.”

“They grow not far from here actually,” she shared. “I usually go out and pick them a couple of times a week if you wanted to come with me?” 

Was she asking him out? Klaus couldn’t believe it, his initial disappointment a distant memory. 

“Your husband won’t mind?” She gave him a wicked smile, a slight blush crossing her creamy cheeks. 

“I won’t tell him if you don’t tell Rebekah,” she teased. 

When they married three years later, the bridal party carried wildflowers Caroline had picked herself. Rebekah’s daughter Florence was the flower girl and Klaus promised in his vows to always write a card to accompany his flowers even if she knew they were from him.

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top five luca moments, top five tommy moments, top five polly moments

luca:

the toothpicks ffs

when he approaches pol at the bar hat first like he wants her to appreciate it or something skfjkgdfg  

*pinches fingers together* italian

the SCONE

when he expertly flicks that bullet across the table

tommy: 

when he tells kimber’s wife(?) that she has a very pretty hat

the kitchen scene in the new series because wow i love a man who can wield a meat hook like that

‘are you a whore?’ cause its so fucking wildly inappropriate

when him and grace go dancing in s1 and he has that lil hint of a smile

‘may the chosen one smoke?’

polly:

when she squares up to grace with a fucking hair pin thing

seeing the painting of herself for the first time

‘andthenthe poliCEmen cayme andtookhisfatheraway’ i love how she says it so much its so brummy

the fucking strike and slow-mo walk down the street with all the peaky gals is iconic & her coat still has me reeling

that time in s1(i think) when she fucking yeets tommys whiskey right out of his hands

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The Liars and Soothsayer (Previously known as ‘A Kiss To My Prince’) Chapter 1 (REWRITTEN)

A Kiss to My Prince series (Unchanged): FF

Chapter I: Timeslip Yuri

A/N: So this is a bit of an exclusive chapter for people on Tumblr as I won’t be updating the story on Fanfiction.net as of yet. But this is the rewritten version of A Kiss To My Prince for chapter 1 (yes, I have started to rewrite them) and I’m hoping to hear from my readers here about what they think about this chapter! Hope you enjoy this chapter!

“My name is Yuri Park. There was an incident and I woke up in 1887. Am I mad, in a coma, or back in time? Whatever’s happened, it’s like I’ve landed on a different planet. Now, maybe if I can work- out the reason, I can get home.”

“Ms. Katie George, your doctor will see you now.” The nurse called to the waiting area filled with awaiting patients. Majority of those waiting consisted of young men and women, some passed out on the floor from alcohol with their injuries presumably from alcohol-related incidents on Friday night.

A girl aged sixteen with blonde hair and brown eyes — stood up from the midst of the awaiting crowds. After what felt like hours of limping, her right leg was finally ready to give out and her knee buckled awkwardly, just managing to catch herself onto the edge of the chair before her face hit the ground.

A hand shot out to aid the girl’s balance, other hand massaged the ice pack against her forehead. Yuri wondered how the hell she ended up in the A&E at 2AM on Friday night, although technically it was Saturday. She briefly wondered if the concussion she suspected she has sustained was the reason for her hazy memory, until it slowly began to take shape as Katie handed her bag to be looked after and walked into the office.

They had been at their friend’s sleepover, and she barely heard Katie coming down the stairs. Yuri had bent down to give the dog a hug when there were loud ruckus tumbling down the stair with foreboding yell as she felt something hard connect with the back of her neck and head. The two of them ended up on the floor, with the poor dog’s leg stuck under them with their limbs twisted and sticking out in such way it could not have been natural. With the lack of first aid kit in the house, they made use of period pad and tampon to reduce the bleeding and ice to sooth the migraines. It wasn’t long before Katie complained of crippling pain in her ankle and wrist and so they headed to the nearest hospital. As they wait, others decided to venture out for food, leaving her and Katie in the waiting room.  The passing by nurses seemed to do a double take before nodding their head impressively at their ingenuity, giving them a big thumb up.

She wasn’t sure how long the initial examination would take, but she quickly left the message to her other friends that she headed out for some fresh air. Yuri leaned against the railing, closing her eyes as she felt the drift against her skin.

Even at dawn, man-made lights still shone brightly lighting up the sky; large pumps of music escaping from nearby night clubs, brawling football fans as they shouted at the loss of their teams, wild and free teenagers having the time of their lives. She heard a sound, indicating she wasn’t alone and turned to the direction. To her right stood a woman in simple attire and for a moment, Yuri mistaken her for someone else were it not for her lavender hair. Her presence wouldn’t have alarmed her if not for how she was standing. She was standing on the far side of the barrier with nothing protecting her from falling onto the busy wet motorway. The ice pack she held dropped from her hand.

She was going to throw herself off.

Yuri wanted grab her and just pull her over the hand rail, but it was too high and if she try and just pull her over, the woman could have slipped and fell. So she spoke to her in panic:

“It’s going to be alright! WHATEVER IS WRONG, IT’S GONNA BE ALRIGHT!”

The woman turned around, her eyes almost smiling yet held unspeakable sadness. It was a look that was familiar. The woman couldn’t have been more than in her early twenties, and Yuri quickly put her arms around him from the other side of the barrier.

“It’s gonna be alright. I know it seems like it isn’t but whatever is wrong can be made right.” Yuri held her tight, pinning the woman to the barrier but even then Yuri knew if she were to jump, there was no way she could physically stop her from doing so. There was a nagging feeling she was familiar but she could not pin point just where such notion was coming from.

The woman’s finger touched her exposed arms and felt her skin hitch at the indescribable jolt. Her exotic coloured hair swished against Yuri’s eyes and at that moment, they both fell.

Yuri tumbled over the rail to agony filled promise of hard Earth grounds and her mouth open to let out a silent scream as they toppled to the group in sickening slow speed. She couldn’t close her eyes and felt her hot tears float to the sky. Then she saw it; a sudden blinding light that wasn’t like any other artificial, man-made entity.

“I’ll let you be the angel who makes the devil repents.”

There was a slight breeze. She could feel it tickle the strands of her hair. Who opened the window? The bed underneath her felt softer, almost like it was flexing under her weight. The breeze was a little more pronounced now too and she could feel the goose bumps on her arms start to rise. Birds tweet somewhere to the right. It sounded like it was in the room with her. She fought the urge to open her eyes and look for it. The air felt cleaner and nicer. Gone was the smell of burning wicks from the car fumes and sterile of hospital.

Then she felt an arm wrapped around her waist. Huh? Oh, it might be Katie or Anne or Alex or…wait she was in a hospital with Katie. Then she fell off the balcony. Was she in heaven? Is this what death was??

Shall we follow this ray of sunlight that shines itself to the inhabitants below? All right, but very carefully…

The Phantomhive manor is located in a mist-covered forest on the outskirts of London. Vast expanses of land contain the gargantuan building. A long stairway leads to the manor, outlined by a great quantity of bushes and trees. In addition, ruins and a rubble of stone border the area.

A huge fountain is established at the entrance of the tall manor. The building consists of a substantial amount of stories, in which each story upholds numerous rooms. The various rooms are furnished with elegant, luxurious furniture, and the Phantomhive household’s possessions and belongings.

The distinguished Noble family of Phantomhive’s morning event is..started off with early tea.

“Young Master, it’s time to wake up now”. Gentle clacking noise of tea cups being lifted from its silver, wheeled trays break through the curtained, quiet chamber, soon followed by onomatopoeia of lovely aroma tea being poured into dainty china.

“Today’s breakfast of poached salmon and mint salad has been prepared. Side dishes of toast, scones and campagne have been baked.” The handsome butler announced, lifting the silver dorm that covered the luxurious ambrosia, “Which one would you like?” Sebastian asked.

“…The scone…” Ciel drawled, slightly groaning as Sebastian drew the curtain to let in the sun light. Ciel flinched as he snuggled deeper into the bed. His arms found something to wrap around, soft and warm. He was answered with a feminine groan and snuggled deeper into him.

Swish—

Sebastian had pulled the cover up when he spotted long black strands leaking from the bed — after all what kind of butler will he be if he cannot notice a mere intruder in his Master’s bed. At the discovery, he could only let out an amused look.

Ciel turned around, startled at sudden movement at his sudden, ambiguous action by Sebastian before following his butler’s gaze and landed onto another figure in his bed.

The head of Phantomhive let out undignified yell, scrambling away from a woman who was currently occupying his bed wearing loose yet heavy looking grey muff and sheer black tights plastered to her legs. In her arms held a bag with intriguing design, with words “Paul’s Boutique” written onto the pink and black leather.

The pair noted her ethnicity as of Asian descendent like Lau, and Ciel grabbed his gun he always had beneath his pillow and slowly backed away until he was within a safe distance.

“Wake her up.” He coldly ordered, “How did she get in here? It is your job to make sure nothing like this happens!”

Sebastian frowned, confusion apparent in his countenance, “My apologies. I made sure no intruders could penetrate into the manor or your chamber.” The butler bent over just so slightly, reaching out with his long arm to give the slumbering girl a firm shake.

“I don’t have school…”

“I apologise for intruding your sleep, Ms., but how did you get into this room?”

Her eyes snapped open, blinking several times to make out the black bob in front of her face and she scrambled out of the bed in undignifying fashion as soon as she realise the pointed gun barrel. Instinctively, she backed away until she hit the wall all the while with both her hands up in surrender, “W-wait..d-don’t shoot.”

She didn’t have the time to look around the ornate room nor the person at the end of the weapon. Her eyes were glued onto the barrel with paralysing fear.

“Who are you? How did you get in here?” Ciel demanded in ruthless tone.

She refused to meet his eyes, although from the sound of his androgynous voice that was yet a man, she knew he was young.

“I-I don’t know! I-I mean I was at the hospital and I saw someone about to jump at the balcony and I tried to help her but she jumped and I went over and I’m..dead…” She ended the last word in whisper.

She heard the bang before she saw the muzzle light flashing as he aimed at the wall few inches away from her. Yuri twisted her neck to the side so quickly she’d have whiplash to avoid the bullet.

“I shall ask you again; who are you and how did you get in here? Who sent you?”

Yuri was frozen, her heart hammering painfully against her rib and felt her hair rise at the back of her neck.

“I..I..” She swallowed, feeling the tears gathering at the corner of her eyes, “M-My name is Yuri Park…I-I swear to God I’m telling you the truth; I-I was at the hospital and swear I fell off the rail – I swear, no one sent me! I don’t know how I got here! I’m sorry! Please believe me!” She was begging, tears freely flowing down her face as she attempted to make herself small before burying her face into her knees she brought up. She sniffed her sobs as her entire body convulsed with tremor with the effort to supress her wail.

“Young Master,” The older man spoke after several minutes of silence, “As bizarre as it may be, perhaps she is telling the truth?”

Ciel narrowed his eyes, searching for any traits of deception. It was hard to without looking properly at her face and reluctantly lowered his gun to his side, the safety unlocked.

“Search her bag.”

Sebastian wordlessly picked up the bag that had fallen on the floor when she proceeded to jump out of the bed and shook the objects onto the floor for his master to see. Various objects came pouring out of the said bag, most of which puzzled the pair further. The girl had still not looked up from her knee, as she sniffed silently.

“No weapons.” Sebastian confirmed, although he was fascinated by a medium sized white rectangular object with black screen compassing the majority of the shape.

“What is this?” The demon asked to the girl, and it took moment for her to lift her face from her arms.

Hiccuping in fright, she managed to ask, “Y-you mean my phone?” The man seemed surprised at her answer.

“Please don’t k-kill me; I promise, I won’t tell anyone. I’ll forget everything I saw; please let me go.” She mumbled pleadingly.

“Master?” He referred to the boy, still on the bed.

“You say you do not know how you came to be here, yes?” She noted aristocratic, clipped and controlled accent – a subtle but profound evidence of his social standing. The way he worded the phrases sounded almost unnatural. It was almost like hearing the Queen's annual speech.

She frantically nodded her head.

He sat on the edge of the bed, facing her, “Tell me, where do you come from then?”

Yuri was confused by the question, did he wanted her address? The country of birth?

“Um…I-I live in the Surrey…I-I live in New Malden…” She didn’t know what else to say,  “It’s about 30 minutes by train to Waterloo.” She explained, “It’s near Wimbledon!”

“Wrong. It takes more than half an hour.” He raised his gun as if it affirmed of her lies.

“I-It’s true! It takes 30 minutes with National Rail!”

He frowned, “I have not heard of such company.”

Yuri was so confused, no that was an understatement; she was literally lost. It was obvious there was a bit of misunderstanding of what they know of the place. He looked familiar now that she had the time to look at him properly.

She blinked, no way. There was absolutely no way in hell. It couldn’t be…

“M-may I ask for your name?” Yuri ventured.

“Ciel Phantomhive, the present head of Phantomhive household.”

It felt as someone knocked the air out of her stomach in a cruel attempted prank. She let out a huffed laugh, unable to find word for the situation she was in.

“You can’t be…” She spoke unconsciously, earning a narrowed glare from the said Earl.

“I am quite sure I am who I am.”

“What year is this?” As idiotic as it sounded and she was sure it was judging from how they were looking at each other before back to her.

“1887.”

She didn’t speak for a long time until she stretched out her arm and opened her palm, “Can I have my phone?”

Sebastian handed her the white contraception.

She swiped the screen and clicked call button before dialling ‘mamu’. She held it against her ear, hoping even a single dial tone would be heard.

Nothing—

It automatically hung up and her hand limply fell to her laps, landing on the background picture of her and her friends for several moments until screen blanked into black abyss as if the battery has died. Only it wasn’t because she checked right before it shut off, the battery had a good 50% left.

It’s something that shouldn’t exist…

Yuri felt the air between them growing thicker, her trepidation mixed with their impatience and irritation.

“Will you believe me if I said I’m from the future?” She asked with hopeless tone. She left out the fact that she was in some fictional domain and that they were just drawings in the paper whose futures and actions were pre-determined.

“I’m considering it, yes.” Ciel revealed, if a demon existed, why not time travelling?

She looked up at him from the ground, ignoring the aching protests from her back and bottoms, “…What are you going to do?”

“It depends on what you know.” Ciel warned, a small smirk appearing at the corner of his full lip.

“…A-and if it’s something useful?”

Now he gave her his fully unconcealed smirk, jerking his head up to reveal both his eyes and she saw the one inked with demonic contract which his bangs had managed to hid until now.

Yuri swallowed her thick, dry saliva she hadn’t noticed had pooled inside her mouth.

“Sebastian, prepare some tea for our ‘guest’.”

The demon smiled and bowed, “Of course, master.”