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[queenshelby]

The Policeman’s Daughter – Part Four

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Reader

Warning: Mention of Assault and Sexual Abuse, Mention of Suicide, Murder, Fluff, Slow Burn Smut, Drugs

Words: 2,878

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Tommy’s Residence, Birmingham, 18 September 1924

‘Mr Shelby, shall we prepare breakfast?’ Francis asked as you and Tommy stumbled into the house at around 9 o’clock in the morning, your clothes covered in mud and dirt and your hair messy.

‘What?’ Tommy said, still laughing about the incident near the pond.

‘Breakfast Mr Shelby?’ Francis asked with a smile, seeing Tommy laugh for the first time since Grace’s passing.

‘We will have breakfast at 10 o’clock, eh?’ Tommy asked, looking at you. You nodded, smiling at Tommy as you did.

‘Thank you, Francis’ Tommy said before pulling a few leaves out from your hair which had been caught there earlier.

‘You’re welcome Mr Shelby’ Francis said before informing Tommy that his sister had picked up Charles at 8 o’clock to take him to the fair as she had promised.

After your brief encounter with Francis, you and Tommy made your way upstairs and quickly undressed before you shared a bath together.

‘I am not sure if we both fit in here?’ you said as you watched Tommy sink into the bathtub.

‘We will. Common’ he grinned and you breathed deeply for a few seconds as you stepped into the tub before reclining back, easing your torso into the welcoming embrace of the lavender scented water and against Tommy’s chest.

Tommy quickly moved the hair out of your face and over to one side before gently giving your neck a kiss.

‘I never quite met anyone like you’ Tommy chuckled, taking desire in your gypsy roots and your shy beauty.

‘Nor have I met anyone quite like you Tommy’ you said as you nudged your face against his nose gently, wanting him to continue kissing your neck.

He chuckled quickly at your eagerness and continued to plant small kisses and nibs across your neck while wrapping his arms and legs around you.

His hands eventually bushed over your breasts, rubbing and kneading them and Tommy could feel your hard, bullet like nipples in the palm of his hand.

‘Hmm Tommy’ you moaned as he gently tweaked them and rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers. The pleasure was intense, and your body was crying out for more.

You were squirming back against Tommy and he released your left breast and reached down in between your legs.

His fingers parted your lips before moving to your clit, gently rubbing it.

‘Oh Tommy’ you moaned as your arousal was intense and you once again lost yourself to Tommy’s touch.

‘I want you to cum for me Love’ Tommy whispered as, suddenly he slipped two fingers into your wet entrance.

‘So fucking wet inside, eh’ Tommy smirked satisfied and it wasn’t long until you felt a huge orgasm approaching.

Your eyes were closed as you engulfed in the pleasure Tommy was giving you with his thrusting fingers, right against your g-spot.

‘Fuck, Tommy’ you moaned as, finally, you climaxed and your walls contracted around Tommy’s fingers.

‘That’s it Love, cum on my fingers’ Tommy groaned and so you did, hard and fast, legs shaking while Tommy held you in place.

After a minute or two when you finally came down from your high, you could still feel the tingling sensation everywhere while Tommy washed your body gently with a bar of soap.

‘Hmm, thank you’ you moaned, opening your eyes as your body was covered in soap which is when, suddenly, you heard a knock on the door.

‘Telephone Mr Shelby. It’s your brother Arthur. Apparently, it is urgent’ Francis said and Tommy responded with a short ‘fuck’ before getting up and out of the bath quickly.

***

Following Tommy’s telephone call, you met him in the dining room to have breakfast before spending the remainder of the day in the stables with the horses and reading while Tommy had to attend to some urgent business matters.

You kept pondering on about what it was that he did for work. He owned several factories in Birmingham but constantly seemed to encounter trouble of some sort.

Over the course of the day, you had also realised that he owned several guns and weapons. But why, you didn’t know.

‘I am sorry that I only got to spend half of the day with you’ Tommy said when he eventually joined you in the reading room at around 7 o’clock that day. ‘No more business for today’ he then promised you.

‘It’s fine Tommy, really’ you said as he sat down next to you and you were quick to cup his face and draw him close for a kiss.

But it wasn’t just one kiss you were sharing. You and Tommy were kissing for a good fifteen minutes, each round growing more fierce and desperate than the last. It was good, but it wasn’t enough. You wanted more, even more than the night before.

‘Tommy?’ you said quietly in between the very heated and passionate kisses.

‘Yes Love’ he whispered while caressing your face as his deep blue eyes looked deeply into yours.

‘I want to feel you. All of you’ you then said while reaching immediately for the zipper of his pants. You never felt so wanton, so eager to be with someone. As if a dam broke somewhere inside you, carrying you away with its tide.

‘Slow down Love, we’ve got time’ he said, grinning at you.

‘Let’s go upstairs, eh?’ he then suggested and you nodded eagerly before following him to the bedroom.

As soon as you reached the bedroom, Tommy walked you back to his bed, unbuttoning the shirt of his that you were wearing and then leaving you in nothing but your panties.

‘Tommy, I want you so badly’ you whispered before doing the same to the shirt that he was wearing, leaving him wearing nothing but his suit pants.

‘Nice and slow, eh’ Tommy said, slowing you down again as you both climbed onto the bed together.

Within seconds, his warm body was a comfortable weight atop yours and you wrapped your legs around his hips and held him closer to you, sighing in contentment as he kissed your neck and shoulders. Your heart felt full, almost to the point of bursting out of your chest with sheer joy.

He kissed your cheek, your jaw and then descended down to your throat. A startled gasp escaped you when he kissed a particularly sensitive region. His lips quirked into a devilish grin as he spent more time on that place, licking and nibbling and eliciting small gasps from you.

Holding your chin, he made you look up at him. His eyes sincere, full of love and understanding.

‘You’re beautiful and I am a very lucky man’ he then said simply, and just like that, a sense of peace and calm replaced your sense of nervousness.

Tommy then leaned down and kissed you once more before continuing on. ‘If anything makes you uncomfortable, tell me, and I’ll stop’ he reassured you.

You nodded gratefully and he drew another lingering kiss from your lips and then kissed your sternum, down to your cleavage and your bare breasts.

His warm hands made your breath catch as they caressed the sensitive underside, hefting your breasts and worshipping them slowly. Your insides clenched with pleasure as he rubbed your hardened nubs, rubbing and rolling them over before bringing his lips down onto them.

‘Oh’ you gasped as Tommy’s wet tongue flicked over your flesh.

Your eyelids shut down as you took in the sensory overload of your two nipples being stimulated simultaneously. You never noticed his other hand moving down onto the crotch of your panties and you jerked as his tentative fingers rubbed your slit through my moist underwear.

As Tommy was stimulating you, you finally seized the opportunity to unbuckle his belt and pull his pants and undergarments down his legs at one go before he could protest. His cock jumped up, freed at last and you held the warm throbbing flesh with your hand, marveling at its warmth and inherent pulsating beat.

‘I need you inside of me Tommy’ you whispered, caressing his face as you did.

Tommy kicked his legs to work his pants down all the way as you continued to stroke him gently and when they were down around his ankles he grabbed your legs behind the knees gently. After he pushed down your panties, throwing them onto the floor besides the bed, he lifted your legs up and spread them apart, allowing him to line himself up with your entrance.

‘Are you sure about this Love?’ Tommy asked again quietly and you nodded in the affirmative as your hips rocked up against him, teasing him.

Tommy let out a gentle groan as he felt your wetness on the tip of his cock and began to slide his length over the lips of your sex gently.

After his tip had been lubricated enough, he gently pushed inside you a little, spreading your lips, before withdrawing again.

‘Tommy’ you moaned, desperate for more, but he was determined to take it slow, pushing in a little deeper as he entered you again.  

He pushed down a little further with each thrust, wetting its length with each stroke until, finally, he was buried all the way inside you.

‘Oh god’ you moaned and Tommy could clearly feel the wet heat that was enveloping his cock as he slowly began to slide in and out of you with deep but slow thrusts.

You wrapped your arms around Tommy and pulled him up for a passionate kiss and you lay like that, joined at the hips while you furiously kissed, tongues fighting for supremacy and breathing like you had both run a race.

Tommy then began to pull out until only the head of his cock remained in you and then slowly pushed back in again. Slow deep strokes, savoring the feelings of being joined together with you. The warm, wet friction was overwhelming. As he slowly stroked in and out of you tight pussy he began to slide his hips from side to side. Each stroke in and out was a change in direction, the head of his cock sliding across different areas of your mound, stimulating you in new and different ways.

‘Yes Tommy, fuck’ you began to scream as he continued to make love to you. Bucking up your hips, you indicated for him to go faster, to take you harder.

With several loud groans, Tommy continued to pound in and out of you, picking up the pace at your urging. You felt incredibly tight around his cock and he struggled to hold back much longer, having wanted to feel you for so long.

You could tell he was close and the thought of Tommy filling you with his warm cum drove you wild, sending you closer and closer to your own orgasm.

‘Come in me Tommy. I want to feel you come inside me’ you begged and Tommy pounded deep into you and grunted with each thrust.

‘Fuck yes’ you moaned again as he picked up speed and, just as he did, you couldn’t hold back any longer.

While screaming his name for all to hear, your walls contracted around him while your legs began to shake uncontrollably.

‘Oh god yes Tommy’ you cried, tears of joy running down your face, as your orgasm washed over you hard and fast and unlike anything else you had ever felt.

Your arousal and watching you come undone beneath him caused to Tommy to groan loudly. He could feel his balls tightening and knew the end was at hand.

‘Fuck Y/N’ he groaned as he felt the first spurt of cum shooting out the end of his cock. With that, he slammed himself as deep into your pussy as he could and held himself tightly against you and rocked from side to side.

‘Tommy’ you moaned, feeling Tommy’s cum fill you as he held himself tight against you, never wanting to pull out.

‘You feel so fucking good’ Tommy groaned again as you milked the last drop from him with your tight walls.

‘I want you to stay inside me forever Tommy’ you whispered before pulling him close for another kiss and, after a little while, his cock began to soften and he pushed himself tighter still against you to delay the inevitable while continuing to kiss you deeply.

After sharing deep passionate kisses for a few minutes, his shriveled cock slid out of you and your mixed fluids began to leak from your wet slit.

It felt incredible, knowing that you had united in the way you did.

Tommy eventually rolled of you and, while laying side by side you continued to kiss and caress each other while your breathing slowly returned to normal.

Tommy then kissed across your breast and slipped your nipple into his mouth and flicked his tongue across it while he ran his hand across your body and down over your mound.

‘Oh my god Tommy’ you said in disbelieve as you reached down in between his legs as well, realising that his cock was hardening again.

‘That’s what you do to me Love’ Tommy grinned as, all of a sudden, he heard a car pull up in the driveway.

He jumped up quickly, put on his pants before reaching for the gun he left inside the chest of draws in the bedroom.

‘Tommy?’ you asked with concern but, just as you did, he put the gun back down, realising that it was his aunt Polly and her son Michael who were coming into the house.

‘Sorry Love. We will have to continue this later, eh’ Tommy said, causing you to pout.

‘I will make it up to you’ Tommy then grinned before pressing his lips onto yours once more for a quick but passionate kiss.

‘After you are done with business, you better going fuck me all night long Mr Shelby’ you said with determination just before Tommy left the bedroom.

‘That can be arranged’ he winked as he walked out of the door.

‘We’ve got a problem’ Polly said as soon as Tommy walked into the office on the lower floor of his house where Michael and Polly were already waiting for him.

‘This better be urgent as I am fucking busy, eh’ Tommy growled as he sat down, unbothered by the fact that he was still half naked, wearing nothing but his suit pants.

‘Here are the names and addresses of the three men who went to London. They report to a said Major James Y/LN, living at 132 Downing Lane, Birmingham. He also is in London at the moment’ Polly explained.

‘Fuck’ Tommy said as he realised that the man in charge was your father.

‘Do you know what he wants?’ Tommy then asked, swallowing harshly when he did.

‘See you hang and us in jail I would say’ Polly said as she threw a stack of papers onto Tommy’s desk with file notes from a source Michael had in London.

‘We can take him out, but we need to do it tonight Tom. We have men in London who can do it’ Michael then suggested while Tommy started to look through the papers.

‘No’ Tommy then said, causing Polly to shout and argue.

‘Tommy, he will hang you, probably us too. We have the chance to take him tonight. We need to do this’ Polly argued.

‘No Pol. I will deal with it, eh’ Tommy responded angrily.

‘It’s because of her, isn’t it? You are fucking her, aren’t you? Michael has told me about the security guards at the address and the payoffs’ Polly said, causing Tommy to sigh.

‘She’s got nothing to do with any of this Pol’ Tommy growled.

‘Well, it wouldn’t be the first time you fall for a fucking spy, now would it Tommy?’ Polly growled harshly, thinking back at when Tommy got involved with Grace.

‘I said I fucking deal with it, Pol’ Tommy shouted and it was at this point that Polly got even more upset and angry.

‘If you don’t, I will and if I have to kill them both, then so be it. I am not losing my son over this. You’ve got one week Tommy’ Polly said before telling Michael that it was time to go.

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31 Days of Wayhaven, Day 23

Prompt: Decay Rating: G Words: 1,496 Characters: Cameron Buchanan, Nate Sewell Summary: Two research specialists in their natural habitat comparing technology. Note: Takes place a few months or so before Book 1.  Special appearance of @asaucyginger‘s Fiona just because.

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The Facility Archives was a vast expanse of knowledge.  It may not have the aesthetics of a well-stocked library, but the colder metal shelving held large amounts of books and the long tables were excellent for spreading out.  The cooler temperatures maintained the integrity of older books, but it did mean that sweaters were a necessity.

It was a good thing that Cam had plenty of thick, woolen sweaters to choose from when he decided to go on a research dive.

The table he had set himself up at was also occupied by one of his favorite fellow researchers.  Nate Sewell was a longtime friend of his and the two of them often bounced ideas off the other when it came to different avenues of searching.  The man was pleasant to be around and was an ideal research partner: even sprawled out, his books and notes were always kept neatly to his side of the table and he didn’t distract with unnecessary conversation.  

Cam’s thoughts went to Unit Zulu.  He wasn’t entirely sure if Agent Fiona even counted as a Research Specialist, he’d seen her moves in the training room and thought she was better suited as a Combat Specialist instead, but she was not keen on keeping her material or herself to one side of the table.  She had a fixation with his hair, her fingers always finding ways to play with the thick brown strands, and she tended to lapse into a sultry Irish brogue.  It was close enough to the Scots-Gaelic he spoke for him to know that she always gave him an open invitation to her bed, but he’d always politely declined.  Fellow agent or not, she was Fae and it never was a good idea to be impolite to the Gentry, even when they were your co-workers.  There were some things that you just didn’t want to bring HR into if you could help it.

“What are you looking for today?” Nate asked, the nib of his pen scratching faintly against the notebook he’d brought with him.  It was a leatherbound book, the pages thick and cream colored, which told Cam it was probably expensive.  It made the beaten up pocket sized black and white speckled composition book he kept most of his immediate notes on and the blue ballpoint pen with the missing cap look sad in comparison.

Cam looked up from his laptop.  There’s where he kept the bulk of his notes, his notepad only for when he was at the stacks and he didn’t want a thought to escape between where he was and his makeshift study headquarters.  He and technology worked virtually seamlessly together: he mostly had Nicky to thank for that, seeing as his friend was always on the cutting edge of any new thing.  He snorted: Nicky had been one of those people who had camped out for over two days to get the latest iPhone one time.  He’d been furious when he came back, phone triumphantly held in his hand, to find that the rest of his team was already updating their contact lists on the very same model.  He hadn’t known that the Agency had already scored the upgraded phones and had one set aside for him to use.

“Just some random things, mostly about bog spirits in Florida and Louisiana.  I’m trying to see if there’s any connection between them and the ones over the water in other countries.”

“Interesting, I know there’s a book over on the fourth row, over in that section,” Nate pointed over to a section of bookshelves to the left of their table and squinted, as if attempting to recall the exact position from memory.  “Possibly the second shelf, maybe the third.  Green cover, so I’d wear gloves in case it possibly starts to leach arsenic.”

“Thanks, I appreciate it.  I’m still in the note-making stages of research, but I thought it would be best to start here, to let the books inspire me.”

Nate smiled and went back to his reading.  A curious look told him that he was looking at human physiology and something about genetic mutation.  “Working on that bloodwork case?” Cam asked.

He nodded.  “It’s just so strange.  I have no idea what a vampire would want with a human holding a mutation to their blood.”  He ran his hand through his hair.  “The last victim had enough blood left in their body for the science team to extract and sample, but I thought that maybe doing some of my own research would come up with an angle outside of the box, so to speak.”

Cam started to type.  Luckily, the Agency spared no expense and the internet was incredibly fast, even so far underground as they were.  “You may want to try looking at some non-supernatural reports.  If you want, I can work up a list of papers that have been done on the study of genetics and how certain mutations affect how organisms interact with their environment.” 

“Oh!  I hadn’t thought of that route.”  Nate scratched at his chin.  “It would make sense, seeing that beings evolve to overcome difficulties in their environment...hmm.”  Nate made a few notes in his notebook.  “Thank you for the idea, Cameron, but I wouldn’t want to drag you away from your own work.”

Cam grinned.  “Actually, this is mostly an excuse to hunker down.  Nicky decided that it would be a good idea to have a…” he searched for a word.  “Fling with one of the admin secretaries and it turned messy.  Like hunt him down and make him suffer messy.”

Nate winced.  “It’s a good thing that he can’t technically die,” he joked.

“Yeah.  I think she’d be happy killing him and then calling it even when he wakes back up, but still.”  Cam shook his head.  “I really wish he would pick his dalliances better, especially when it comes to supernatural women.”  Part of Cam had a thought that Nicky chose the people he slept with on purpose, hoping that one of them would finally kill him for good and that he’d be able to rest in peace.  He wasn’t immune to the fact that Nicky put himself into danger the most out of everyone in the team and had a fatalistic viewpoint when it came to death and dying.  It was a morose thought, and one that he’d brought up to his friend before.  Over the years, he learned that it was best if he left the subject alone.

“But back to your research,” he said, shaking his head and pulling out his phone.  “Give me a few and I can send the list to you.  A couple are behind paywalls, but I’ve got yearly subscriptions to a few places and a few connections to get behind the ones I don’t, so just let me know which ones interest you.”

Nate looked up from his book and smiled.  “Thank you, I really appreciate the help.”  He gave a glance towards Cam’s laptop.  “You know, I prefer more…”

Cam grinned as he typed.  “Archaic?”

Nate rolled his eyes.  “Personal methods of research, but I do have to admit, having information at your fingertips like this does cut down on time.”

“I could show you how to do this, you know.  I’m pretty sure IT has a spare laptop they can assign you.”

He shuddered.  “No, I have one, it’s…” he took a breath.  “Let’s just say that technology and I don’t mix.”

Nicky’s words came to mind.  Those of us who resist change are bound to decay with time, my friend.  Besides, it’s fun to look back and see all the changes we’ve adapted to over the years, no?  Cam wisely kept those comments to himself.  “Well, the offer still stands.  If you ever need something looked up quickly, just let me know.”  He jumped as his phone began to vibrate at the table.  Picking it up, he saw that Winona had texted him.

Nicky’s dead again. Help me collect his dumb, horny ass from Hallway D-4.  He owes me a drink when he wakes up from having his head thrown down the hall.  Ew.

“Well, I’ve got to go,” he sighed, putting his laptop away in the bag he’d brought with him.  Luckily he hadn’t gotten around to pulling books out yet, but he slid his notebook back in its usual spot in his back jean pocket and the pen in an unused pocket of his laptop bag.  “Hopefully Helen will call things even now that she got her hands on Nicky and we can get back to business.”

“Good luck.  Give my sympathies to the cleaning staff.”

Cam waved as he left, shouldering his bag and wondering about how big a mess someone could make of a dead man without a working circulatory system.

Then he sighed.  As Nicky’s Commanding Agent, this was going to be one hell of an accident report he was going to have to write up.

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The Last Interview with Peter Watson-Lea

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 “Below is a transcript of the last recorded interview with Peter Watson-Lea. Recorded on the 24.2.22 at Chester County Medical Hospital by ERR. NAMES REMOVED. It is part of a series of testimonies to provide evidence for the existence and potential danger of the artifact known as the Evelyn Bones.”

 For the tape, my name is Peter Francis Graeme Watson-Lea, I am 42 years old, unmarried, I served in the great war as an artillerist and until recently I worked as an investigative journalist. I have no family to speak of, I was raised by my aunt after my parents were killed in a house fire. Oh, it was freelance, I worked as a freelance journalist. I came to this hospital of my own volition, as what I beheld gave me such disturbance as to make me question my own sanity. Start at the beginning? Yes okay.

 Pause.

 It was about a month ago, the beginning of the new year, I received a tip off from an anonymous source. I can’t remember the words exactly, apart from the last line, but the tip off pointed me in the direction of a place called Burnes College in Yorkshire and told me that there were things there worth looking into, that would be of interest to me and my work. Naturally, I was skeptical… I’m sorry? Oh I did say that didn’t I. The last line of the letter was “Keep your own eyes open, let the truth in.” I just thought it was a strange sentence, “Your own eyes”, as if I was going to be seeing to anyone else’s or…

 Pause.

 The train ride was rather pleasant, as you’d expect for that part of the world. Beautiful rolling green vistas with the occasional blur of purple or black heather with the hills in the distance like the shoulders of grey giants. To my surprise I was met at the station by a man dressed like, I want to say a priest? Or some kind of monk? He wore a long smart coat, like a cassock, with a white silk scarf, embroidered with strange designs thrown over his shoulder. His head was completely shaven and his features were sharp enough to cut glass. He was pleasant to talk to, telling me his name was Prest and that he had been expecting me. When I asked him how he waved the question off with an amiable nature and bade me follow him, promising a hot meal and hospitality, and explaining that all would be clear once we were back at the college.

 I did so, and soon found myself in the passenger seat of a well-kept Austin motor vehicle trundling down narrow country lanes and deep into the moorland. Prest talked freely about the location and where he had grown up, pointing out his old parish and a few pleasant landmarks, but he had precious little to say about the college, aside from the fact that he was a tutor of sorts there. Though in hindsight, tutor is far from the right word. He wasn’t at all uncomfortable with who or what I was and said if anything it was welcoming to have someone come and shed some light upon their little college. “Write all you can!” He declared with gusto, “Write till your lead wears to powder, your nib breaks and all the ink in Europe runs dry! Your insight Mr Watson-Lea is incredibly valuable to us. While you are in our care, every luxury shall be yours, be it food, drink, literature or any other pleasure. We want you at your best.”

 I enquired as to Provost of the College and Prest told me that his name was Provost Penbrooke.

 Pause

 I’m sorry errm, the College? Yes, the College. It’s a funny shaped building, with a strange mix of gothic architecture, some Italian columns and, I dare say some domes. It’s as if the building has been assembled by a blend of multiple architects from multiple generations, all mixed up in a pot, and tipped into a valley. Of course, I was totally lost by the time we reached there, but I remembered the signpost to the nearest town, Tellingham. We pulled up in the drive to this large manor and a pair of strong looking lads, dressed in a similar way to my new companion came down the steps and helped me with my luggage. Of course, by this point you must realise that I could not believe my luck. I am not a wealthy man, and as a former soldier finding a job had been very challenging, especially a freelance one. So, to be treated as a well-to-do sort was extremely humbling.

 “The provost would like to see you immediately.” My host insisted after a brief exchange of words with the two porters and I was escorted hastily up the stone steps and into Burnes College. Inside it was dimly lit by gas lamps and decorated with statues and effigies of strange gods and creatures I didn’t recognize. Creatures with humanoid and yet inhuman limbs with too many fingers and eyes a plenty. Strange fetishes and weapons etched with runes that made my eyes itch and Yhtog mylet. Tredgiy thethleikt…

 TAPE CUTS

 …orry again about that. I find it hard to think about what happened there.

 Hmm? Oh yes it does make me frightened. I don’t think I knew what true fear was until this moment, now on the other side of that terrible venture. But I will brave it, I know that I need to tell you what happened there, and the consequences should I fail…. Doesn’t bare thinking on.

 They led me up a labyrinth of stairs, past lecture halls and creaking shelves teaming with books, of which I had no hope of recognizing. Eventually we began ascending a spiral staircase, all made from carved stone like a castle and hung with portraits, like those one might encounter in rich ancestral homes. We immerged at the top of, what I can only call a tower, though I did not recall seeing one when I arrived. The room had a wonderful, panoramic view made possible by a single piece of curved glass that made the roof of the tower appear as if it was floating above us. It’s colour was tinted a toxic yellow, and it stank of ozone and sweat. Inside it was arranged like a study, with heaps of books on the floor, an ancient looking desk scattered with writing implements, notes and drawers. Lastly staring out of the great window was its lone occupant.

 The provost was bound to a wheelchair and looking out to the distant yellow tinted hills. Well, when I say looking, he was faced toward the view of the outside. He wore a flowing discoloured white gown, that spilled over the wheels of his chair, and upon his head was, what I can only describe as, a bulbous be-jeweled crown. The crystals and shapes upon it, resembled growths like tumors more than decoration and it gave me a queasy feeling to look upon it. Then he looked at me. And the face, oh that face…

 Pause

 What manner of injury had occurred to that man I shall never know, and never want to know. He had sores and boils, that blistered and crusted his entire face from the base of his nose upward. His eyes were completely gone amidst the mass of these red pestilent growths, and yet despite this as his sightless face turned to me, he smiled as if greeting an old friend. “Mr Watson-Lea!” He proclaimed with a voice soured by untellable age and honeyed by false warmth. “My word, it has been a long while that we have been searching for you!” When I asked him what he wanted with me he turned his chair without using his hands and it wheeled toward me as if pushed by some phantom force. “Your heritage my boy.” He replied, “Don’t you recognize your ancestors upon the stairs?”

 I suddenly began to feel very enclosed. Sweat prickled the back of my neck as the idea that I had been drawn into a trap began to close in on me. “The third from the top,” Penbrooke began, “Is Nathaniel Edward Francis Prendergast, born 1762 and died in 1884. The second from the top is James Michael Francis Prendergast, born 1854 died just 4 years ago. He died here in fact, in this very college.” I remind you, my parents were killed in a fire, or at least they were supposed to be. “Your surname, your true surname is Prendergast. The woman who raised you was no more your Aunt than any of us here. She was an abductor, denying you your true destiny.”

 I was too…. Terrified… awestruck… spellbound to speak. So instead, he spoke for me, gliding forward in that sinister manner on that chair and reaching out with his warped gnarled hands. “I will show you the bones, and you will read of them just as your father did and his father before. The translations you will provide, rib by rib, vertebrae by vertebrae will reveal wonders to you.” And like that he produced before me a single white bone. I am no doctor, but I could tell that the bone he held out to me was not human. It was elongated, and twisted like an ancient tree branch, crooked at alien angles. But worst of all was the writing. Runes that were as far removed from letters as could be imagined, covering the bone from tip to haft like the image of dancing figures in some horrific festival.

 And yet

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 Sorry… I could understand them. They came to life before me and made perfect sense, things aligned in my skull and my understanding of the world deepened, opening beneath me like a bottomless abyss. Black infinite and tarrying and I could feel myself falling. The terror. Oh, the terror was so much, my heart became water and washed my body with a quiver beyond description. I think I must have suffered a fit, for when I came to my senses I was in a bed. Opening my eyes, I was in a darkened room, of stone bricks and low wooden beams, covered with a thin sheet in a four- poster bed. A tiny arched window let a sliver of morning light in through my window and as I pushed myself to sit, I felt a searing agony in my hand and looked down to behold the ruin that you see before you.

 Hmm? Oh yes. For the sake of the tape, my hand has become permanently fused with a quill. It appears to be melted and reshaped to only be able to hold this strange spike that constantly leaks an ink from it. The pain I confess is maddeningly toxic. It burns like a fire under my skin and at the same time, I crave it… I enjoy it…

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 I’m writing down everything, yes.

 I’m doing it so that the ink doesn’t pool in the gland, for that only adds to the agony. I cannot stand to not be writing now. This is the cursed gift they have given to me, should I not be translating what was on those accursed bones I shpoyt julithyc myatholatrem brekrept yuklimpt a

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 Are we recording again? I’m really sorry about…

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 …ow much did I translate? I thought you would be more concerned with how I escaped that wretched place! Why do you even want to know what I… Oh God… It’s you… Please, please let me be. I’ll do anything I’ll… Please!!! *Screaming*

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 They’re here…

They’re here…

They’re here…

They have come…

The bones, The bones, The bones, The bones, The bones, The bones, The bones, The bones, The bones, The bones, The bones, The bones, The bones, The bones, The bones, The bones, The bones, The bones, The bones, The bones, The bones, The bones, The bones.

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[thelostgirlfindingneverland]

Take me to Neverland (Part 3)

Imagine: Training with Felix

I was nice and cuddled up to pillow, enveloped in blankets as I laid on my stomach when someone started pushing my arm. “Huh, what?” I mumbled irritated that someone would disturb my blissful sleep.

The pushing started to get more urgent when I turned. “What the fuck,” I yelled.

I was face to face with Felix. “Oh, for Christ’s sake, five more minutes,” I complained rolling back over.

“Sorry, but no. Peter already let you sleep in longer than the rest of us. It’s time to get up,” I could feel him smiling wickedly at my back.

Annoyed, I stood up not realizing how close to Felix I was. “Do you like to revel in my misery?”

He smirked and leaned into me real close, I could feel his breath on my ear, “Oh Lux, I love it,” he whispered. I narrowed my eyes and pushed him away.

“Oh my gosh, you are such a fucking creep,” I hissed.

This attack only made him laugh and I shook my head. “Oh, today is going to be so much fun,” he bellowed.

I stood there glaring at him with my arms crossed.

“Well come on Lux,” he said nodding his head towards the door.

“Sorry but I have to change,” I sneered. He rolled his eyes and mumbled “women” under his breath.

“Fine, but hurry up will ya, we need to get started,” And with that he walked outside.

I shook my head and grabbed my duffle. What was I going to wear today? Hmm, I thought to myself. Then a wicked smile appeared on my lips. If they were going to work me so hard today then I was going to tease the hell out of them with what a real woman looks like. I don’t think these boys have even seen a girl in years let alone a young, growing woman. Oh yes, this was going to be fun. Felix is not going to know what hit him. With that thought I pulled out my black cheerleading shorts and grinned.

“Ready,” I said as I walked out of the tent. I thought Felix was about to hit the floor. He stared wide eyed at me, eyes roaming my body. I wore a burgundy tank top that stuck to me like glue and hugged every curve, my black cheer shorts rolled up twice, and my Converse. It seems like everyone’s normal exercise outfit, but not for me. Without a sports bra, my 38D boobs had to stay in their regular black lace bra covered by what little fabric the tank top had to offer and with those shorts, let’s just say I kept them as sleeping shorts back home for a reason.

“What?” I questioned, smiling innocently up at him. “Oh, uhm, yeah, I’m ready, let’s go,” he said shaking himself out of the trance he had himself in.

*****hours later*********

“Ugh Felix,” I breathed, “I’m dying,” I moaned as we ran up a steep bluff in the forest. He laughed. “Oh, come on Lux, you aren’t complaining already, are you?”

“I’m serious….I….I can’t.” I stopped and bent down putting my hands on my knees while I breathed heavily.

“LUX, COME ON!” Felix yelled. I looked up at him pleading.

“Are you really going to give up that easily? How weak are you? I knew you couldn’t do it, you’re just another weak, defenseless, useless girl,” he shot at me. How could someone be so cruel? That’s it; Felix thought I was dead weight. Like hell I would let him make me feel like how I did back home, like hell would I let him make me feel invisible. Gathering all the strength I had left I shot up.

“Come on, Felix. You seriously didn’t believe the weak girl act, now did you,” I snarled as I ran past him. He glared at me.

“Oh, I see I pushed a button, what else would get you running like this?” he questioned as he caught up to me. Ignoring him I kept my eyes dead ahead.

“Oh, now we’re going to play the cold shoulder game?” He laughed as he ran flawlessly ahead of me. I hated him; no, not hate I loathed him with every fiber of my being, and I put each and every molecule of that malice into my running.

“You’re catching up fast, Lux, good thing we only have 2 miles left. Let’s see how far you can get with that pace.” He teased.

“I…..fucking……hate……you,” I panted as I ran, this only made him laugh more making my hate only grow stronger.

It seemed like an eternity before we arrived back at camp. The boys were scattered throughout, some eating, others messing around, and Peter was on a log around the fire pit playing his pipe. Immediately I walked over to a log around the fire and sat down, Felix’s laughter filled the air, which only made me scowl more.

“How was the run?” Peter asked.

I turned my head and glared at him.

“Ahh, the cold shoulder, you’ll speak eventually,” he mused then went back to playing his pipe. Felix sauntered over to Peter and whispered something to him. His eyebrows rose and he said, “Let’s talk in the tent.” He got up and they both walked over to the large tent I stayed in the night before. Looking around the boys just went about their own business. Pursing my lips, I made eye contact with one. I smiled and waved him over.

“H-h-h-hi,” he stuttered. He was short, maybe 10 or 11, had brown hair and brown doe-like eyes. “Well hello.” I smiled, “What is your name?”

“M-m-my name is Nibs,” he said finally. “A-a-and you a-are L-lux?”

“Yes, that’s my name. Now Nibs can you do me a really, really big favor?” I asked sweetly as I twirled my hair around my finger.

“Uh, uhm, w-w-what is it?” he asked nervously.

“Can you get me something to eat and drink?” I looked him straight in the eyes.

“Y-y-eah s-sure I-I-I c-can,” he turned, “wh-uh-wh-wha-”

I cut him off, “I’ll take anything.” He shook his head and walked off to get me food. I was so hungry and after that run I could eat a horse. Looking around I noticed how some of the boys were just standing there staring. I looked down nervously and realized what they were staring at; my tank was now lower than before and revealed the top part of my bra. Nonchalantly I grabbed the top of my tank and yanked it up as far as my boobs would allow. It still didn’t fully cover my protruding cleavage that spilled over the top, but it would have to do. Seconds later Nibs came back with my plate and a cup of water. On the plate was what looked like a chicken leg, blueberries, raspberries, two large strawberries, almonds, and some pineapple.

“Thanks Nibs,” I said as I smiled up at him. He blushed, “You’re welcome,” then ran off to the other boys where they stared and whispered to each other. Ugh, boys, I thought as I shook my head.

Without a single thought I dug in, enjoying every last bite.

“Enjoying the food,” a voice said from behind me. I jumped almost losing my plate, when I turned it was none other than Peter. “Gosh, you have to stop doing that Peter,” I huffed.

He laughed and sat down next to me. “Oh, but it is just so much fun.”

I glared at him as I look a bite of my chicken leg which made him laugh harder.

When I was finished, I looked over. “Today sucked.”

“Oh, come on, it couldn’t have been that bad,” he asked smirking at me.

“No, it was. Felix, he’s cruel and rude and, and to be honest I hate his guts,” I said finally.

“You realize he was getting you mad so it would push you to finish, right? He didn’t mean all those mean things; he just said them to egg you on. People who are pissed off do so much better in sports.”

I knew he was right, but it still didn’t make me feel any better about Felix. “Well, it was still hurtful. I didn’t come here to be abused,” I retorted.

He breathed, “I know, if you really do not want to do something, love, just let me know, okay? Training is rough, but I really do believe you can make it through it.”

I squinted my eyes questioningly at him, was he being…nice? “Thanks,” I murmured looking down.

“No problem.,” he said as he patted my back. “What else is on your mind?”

“Well, there is one other thing; is there anywhere I could take a bath?” I asked looking up at him. He removed his hand from my back and laughed.

“The boys here don’t bathe for weeks, sometimes months, Lux,” he chuckled. “Are you serious?”

I nodded my head, “Dead serious, I smell disgusting,” I ranted.

Peter shook his head. “Oh girls, just have to be clean all the time. Scared of a little dirt beneath their nails.”

“I am not scared of dirt I just want to feel clean. Is that such a crime here?” I questioned raising my hands.

Peter raised his in defense. “No need to get defensive. It just so happens I know a place.” He answered as he got up.

“Awesome, now you wouldn’t happen to have a towel or something of the like, now would you?”

“Really, Lux, really,” he asked shaking his head.

I looked at him doe eyed, “Well yeah, that’s how you get dry so you can change.”

He huffed, “Yeah I might have something.”

Minutes later I was following Peter through the forest with a thin blanket and clothes in hand. Evidently, this was the closest thing to a towel he had.

It was incredibly beautiful here, even just walking through the forest. It was like there was something in the air making everything ten times more beautiful than it normally is. The forest was alive with midday songs of the wild: bees buzzing around the flowers, woodpeckers pounding away at the trees, croaking frogs jumping about, birds chirping as if a conversation was being held between them that only they knew, and the faint whooshing of a lake flowing in the background. Nothing could be more blissful than this, nothing.

“So, how much farther?” I questioned. Peter had been unusually quiet for almost the whole entire walk; usually he never knew when to shut up.

“It’s just right up ahead through the bushes; you getting tired, dear?” He smirked, raising his brow at me.

Smirking back I huffed, “No, just curious. Why are you being so quiet, it’s so unlike you?”

“I just have some things on my mind, nothing that you need to concern yourself with,” he replied. I raised my eyebrows questioningly. “No seriously Lux, it is no big deal.”

“Okay, okay whatever you say Peter,” I said raising my hands defensively when Peter came to a halt.

“Why are we-” Before I could finish, he raised his hand across the bush in front of us and slowly the bushes started to climb back creating an opening. “Whoa.” I exclaimed in surprise.

“Come on,” he said as he reached back his hand willing me to take it as we walked through the opening. “This isn’t even the cool part.” Then I saw it. In front of me was a sky-scraping, roaring waterfall pouring out of the side of a bluff into a sparkling, clear blue body of water. I put my hand on my mouth. “Peter. This is so, so beautiful.”

“I know, right?” He smirked as he let go of my hand and ran ahead. I followed, still taking in the breathtaking sight.

“Okay Peter, now you can go,” I said as I dropped my things down and started untying and taking off my shoes. He turned and furrowed his brows. “Why would I leave?”

“Well, I’m going to bathe, Peter, you don’t need any other explanation than that,” I said looking at him with question in my eyes and he just stood there looking at me.

“Oh, come on Peter, I’m going to be naked for Christ’s sake. And to be honest I would rather not be naked in front of you.”

“Oh,” he exclaimed. “Well, I still don’t want to leave you alone here.”

“Well, can you at least turn around?” I huffed, he laughed. “You better not peek or else I will kill you.”

“Okay, I’ll turn around. Can’t make promises though on the whole peeking thing though,” he said as his smirk grew. I scowled at him. “Okay, okay,” he said as he turned around.

Quickly I tore off my tank, bra, shorts, and underwear while I glanced up at Peter making sure he wasn’t peeking. Good, I thought to myself as I turned around and started walking into the water.

About stomach deep in water I heard Peter yell, “I have to say Lux your skin sparkles beautifully against the water.” Quickly I jumped down into the water covering my whole body besides my head.

“I thought I told you no peeking,” I yelled. He grinned and walked close to the shoreline.

“Love, what can I say, I just couldn’t help myself. I haven’t seen a beautiful lady like yourself in years.”

I felt my face getting hot and I sat there in the water looking at him. No one had ever called me beautiful before: hot, yes, pretty, yes, cute, yes, but never beautiful.

“Oh, sorry did I make you blush?” He questioned crossing his arms, smirking at me with those feisty, pink lips. I could seriously kill him. Narrowing my eyes, I plunged my whole body underwater. It felt so cool and nice against my skin. I could see the dirt and blood wiping itself away creating a plume of brown, black, and red around me.

Seconds later I broke the surface of the water and faced Peter, he was about 15 feet away.

“Sorry Peter, you’re going to have to try harder than that if you want me to blush,” I yelled. His eyes darkened, if he wanted a game, he was going to get one. Leaning back, I let my nipples graze the surface of the water as I paddled on my back swimming farther away. He stared in awe letting his mouth open slightly; I grinned and bit my lip.

“What Peter? Am I distracting you?” I questioned devilishly as I locked my eyes with his.

He huffed and turned around walking off. “I will be back in 20 minutes, make sure you are ready to go back then.”

“Okay,” I yelled as he stalked back into the forest.

I made Peter nervous, that was it. That had to be it because what 17-year-old male wouldn’t want to look at a growing young lady. I smiled and leaned back into the cool water. Ah this was nice.

I splashed around in the water until my fingers pruned. Walking out I grabbed the blanket and started drying off. I wish I had some type of soap to clean my clothes. They had tears and dirt all over them. Ugh, I huffed as I wrapped myself in the blanket and bend over the water soaking my dirty clothes. I started scrubbing then when I saw something move to my left out of my peripheral vision. I turned fast and looked at the ground; there was a bar of soap.

Hmm, how did this get here? This would have been nice earlier. I laughed and started scrubbing my clothes with the soap. It worked beautifully and surprisingly the soap was my favorite scent; lavender.

Minutes later I wrung out my clothes and started getting dressed in my new ones. High waisted black shorts, a white cropped t-shirt with a smiley face, and my same beat up converse. Unfortunately, I had to go without a bra because the only bra I had was wet and needed to dry.

After getting dressed I stood up and stretched looking around.

“Ready to go,” a voice said behind me. I jumped as I turned around. As usual it was Peter.

“Seriously?” I exclaimed. “You seriously need to stop fucking scaring me.”

I threw my hands in the air. He turned his head to the side and smirked. “Pretty girls shouldn’t swear.”

“Oh, fuck off,” I said scowling as I walked off. He laughed then ran up and wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

“Oh, so feisty. I love it,” he gloated. I rolled my eyes and before I could say anything we appeared back at camp.

I stood there with his arm around me wide-eyed. “How did you do that?”

“Magic, my dear, magic,” he said as he let go of my arm and walked backwards facing me.

“Of course,” I said as I shook my head. He just smiled.

I turned my head and low and behold there was Felix walking up to Peter.

“Alright Felix, I will be back later, keep and eye on Lux for me, will ya,” Peter said as if I wasn’t standing there watching.

“Of course,” Felix said as he smirked devilishly at me. Just then Peter disappeared, and I was left there with Felix staring at me.

“What,” I said as I narrowed my eyes.

“Do you need a place to hang your clothes?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I replied as I balanced on my feet turning them inward.

“Alright the boys usually hang things over there near that tree,” he said pointing to a long string hung between two trees with blankets and three jackets hanging off of it.

“Kay thanks,” I said as I walked off.

It looked like Felix wanted to say something. Knowing him it was probably something rude, so I ignored his look and headed to the line. After hanging my clothes, I sat down on a log around the fire and zoned out. I didn’t realize how tired I was until I finally had two seconds to sit down. My whole body ached from head to toe. Blinking, I slowly closed my eyes and drifted off into sleep.

I woke later when I realized I was no longer on the log; I was literally moving. Peeking out of my eyelids I realized I was in Peter’s arms. He and Felix were talking as he walked towards the large tent.

“My shadow didn’t bring her here Felix,” he said.

“Well, what did then?” Felix replied.

“It could not have been another person. I would have sensed it and not to mention she would have told me. I would have known if she lied.”

“What does this mean?” Felix questioned as Peter set me down on the bed.

“This means that she came here by the power of her own will,” Peter said simply as he covered me with the fur blanket.

“That’s not possible. You said it yourself, no one has ever been able to do that, ever,” Felix retorted with shock in his voice.

“Not impossible, Felix. If someone is truly, I mean really lost, they can will themselves to come here. It’s not totally impossible. It is just. Rare,” Peter said as he sat running his fingers through my hair.

Coming here by my own will? I willed this to happen. What? My thoughts screamed.

“She truly does belong here, I guess,” Felix said as he stared down at me.

“Yeah,” Peter returned, “Yes she does.”

I calmed my thoughts and tried to drift off back to sleep, but I couldn’t. I just laid there with my eyes shut. After that Felix headed out and Peter just sat next to me petting my hair.

“Lux you truly are something special,” he said as he lifted the blanket and slid into the bed next to me. I tensed and my eyes shot open.

“Oh, you’re up,” he said as he smiled at me.

“What are you doing Peter?” I questioned rolling on my side looking at him.

He pushed back his hair and looked at me. “I am going to bed.”

He smirked and I glared. “Here?” I questioned.

“Of course, this is my bed after all,” he laughed.

I started to get up when he grabbed my arm. “Don’t leave, I won’t do anything.”

I huffed and sunk back into the soft, warm bed. “You better not,” I threatened.

This only made him snicker more. “Ugh, go to bed you creep,” I said as I rolled on my side away from him. Seconds later I found myself pulled close to him. His hot breath on my ear as he whispered, “This is so much better.” Instead of pulling away I let my body melt into his. I didn’t want to fight with him, not when I was this tired. Instinctively I grabbed his hand that rested on my waist and brought it up letting it rest underneath mine. At first, he tensed, but seconds later he lifted that same hand and rested it on top of mine instead of the other way. I smirked as I drifted off into another blissful sleep.

[shuuenka-writes]

Twilight Zone [2.]

Pairing: Harada Sanosuke x Reader

Summary: For better or for worse you were entangled in a “more than friends less than lovers” zone for as long as you could remember.  But can words be left unspoken forever?

A/N: This is probably the most self-indulgent thing I wrote in my life and I wrote a tons of it before. Alas, nobody deserves Harada. Also I have another fic idea for Harada, but I'm already so busy ahhh....I hope you enjoy

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'If you got married would you like to be spoiled like a princess?"

"Shinpachi-san, why do you always ask the most random questions?"

You weren't even a part of this conversation in the first place, and honestly you had literally no idea what Shinpachi could have meant.

The day of yours started as usual. You brewed your gradfather a tea and made a breakfast for you. You ate in usual silence. Mostly because your grandfather was half deaf and talking to him would involve raising your voice. But it wasn't an unpleasant atmosphere – in fact it was quite enjoyable. Silent morning before hustle of daily work. Also because today there was a couple coming in to talk about wedding kimono design, for which you were excited. But the fact remained that you worked with few brides before and they could be exhausting.

Before the couple arrived you went through the letters that arrived. Most of which were strictly business related. But one of them made you extra happy. It was a letter from your friend, quite unconventional one. Hana-chan was an courteasan at Shimabara and ever since you made a few kimonos for her, she kept talking with you through letters. Since she couldn't leave the red light district the only way for you two to talk was through the letters or once in a while your visits to fetch new kimono. You skimmed over the letter and quickly replied. She wished for new kimono and if you were honest embroidering courtesan kimonos was one of your favorite things to do. You could go all out with finesse and glamour to make every new kimono even more outstanding that the earlier. Of course, it took time, blood and sweat to finish one, but in all honesty the satisfaction was worth it. Also it meant, that you'd be able to see Hana face to face after almost a year of just writing letters.

You hadn't expected the Shinsengumi appearing. Today at least. The infamous trio and the new addition to the team made themselves home just as you were talking with the future bride.

They were here to see how your work on the Shinsengumi haori was going. Right. The very reason you were even involved with the Wolves of Mibu was the fact that your shop provided the haori's for the soldiers. Few years ago, as they appeared in Kyoto they made a request at your grandfather shop for a bunch of blue haori's. As your shop was quite well known, it was only natural for them to come here. Even if at main shop only you and your grandfather worked, you had a few other shops and workspaces throughout Kyoto. It was better than just keeping it all in one closed space, and besides – your home was in the back.

At that time your neither you or grandfather knew what kind of people they were and readily agreed to the offer. Well, later your grandfather came to have rather unpleasant opinion on them, but in all honesty you didn't harbor any bad feelings towards the Shinsengumi. Might have it been innocence and naivety of yours that allowed you to become friends with some of them. And you didn't regret in slightest.

And now they requested for haori's but inverted colors. Night uniform's as you heard. Your grandfather agreed, although with some recultance. He was a follower of shogunate, that much was true, but just as any civil from Kyoto he was apprehensive to idea of bunch of not-really-samurai's going around the city. Money is what got him agree.

As you mulled over the idea you turned to your guests, ''I need to stay in the back for a while, so I guess you guys can just sit and wait, until I'm finished," you said to your guests. ''I got bride waiting for me!"

''Sure!" Harada waved at you.

The guests were left to their own business and in all honesty, what were they to do alone in dressmaker shop?

''Humm, so many couples going around lately," Shinpachi hummed.

''Are you jealous?" Heisuke teased, sitting down on the bench.

''What would I be jealous about?" he snarked, as if Heisuke was spouting utter nonsense.

Harada laughed a bit and chimed in, ''You wouldn't know how to get a wife in a first place."

''I'm perfectly capable of getting myself a wife," came a swift reply.

''He means one not from Shimabara and for one night," the youngest of the three said.

Shinpachi sent him a small glare. One person that still haven't said anything was Chizuru. She honestly had no idea why she tagged along with them, other that it was probably good idea to see if her father maybe appeared. She was also curious about this person who owned the shop. She met her only once, when the woman patched her sleeve few weeks ago. She seemed to be rather familiar with the men and not in slightest apprehensive to them.

''And also,'' Heisuke continued. ''I don't think you'd know how to treat your wife."

"Cut it off already Heisuke," Shinpachi replied, impatience slipping into his voice.

''Why do you think so?" Chizuru piped in. She was tad bit curious.

Heisuke smiled back at her.

''Take Sano for example," he pointed at red head, who instantly raised his brews at him. Why did this conversation was still ongoing seemed beyond him. ''His wife would be spoiled and treated as princess."

"Oh," Chizuru nodded her head. It seemed probable.

''Why would you spent so much money on a woman though?" Shinpachi chimed in, his arms crossed on his chest. He didn't look entirely clueless, as the two others made him seem to be.

''All women deserve being spoiled and treated with respect, Shin," Harada said with conviction.

Shinpachi hummed, not convinced about being spoiled part. He turned to Chizuru and asked her whether or not she'd like to be pampered like so. Her face went a tad bit pinkish at the proposition.

''Not at all, it would be too much," she said, her usual humble demeanor playing out.

Out of the second room sound of voices increased. It seemed the business talk was coming to an end.

On your side of happenings you shared a tea with the couple and talked about the wedding kimono. You showed them a few sketches of various kimonos you kept in your drawer. The bride was quick to decide which one would she like, with few adjustments. After this you said goodbye to the couple and shared a goodbye at the doors.

Smiling you sat down by your guests with a sketchbook in your hands.

''You look excited,'' Harada noticed, nibbing at the dango they all ate.

''I am!" you nodded. ''It's been awhile since I made a wedding kimono, especially one with embroidery," you showed him the sketchbook. There was a drawing of a woman kimono with cranes in the lower part of material. ''Its' going to be really pretty!"

Harada nodded to your enthusiasm. You always appreciated that he would listen and be generally encouraging to you. You didn't have much people to talk that would listen to you gushing about such trivial matters. There was your childhood friend Kiyo and his twin sister Kino that would visit you once in a while. But Kiyo couldn't be bothered with seams and only Kino was happy to talk with you. And all excitement couldn't be possibly converted into letters to Hana.

You mentally started preparing your shop list as you stood up and went for a measurement string. You sat down behind Harada and reached under his arms.

''Raise your arms for me, please," you chirped. He sent you a questioning look, the same that his companions shared. ''I didn't take your measurements for a while, and since new batch of Shinsengumi haori's is coming, I want to make some adjustments."

''Oh, I see," he nodded. ''But can't you do a standard measurement?"

"You are my standard."

Harada chuckled at your words. You took the measurements and wrote them down. Also a tiny idea lit up in your mind, but you stored it for later.

''Hmm," you tapped your cheek as you finished. You listed items you'll need for the wedding kimono aloud, ''I think I'll have to make a trip downtown then."

''For the material? Don't they bring it to you?" Heisuke piped in.

''They do, but it's better to do an order yourself," you replied. "Also, there is a pretty shop with obi ornaments and they sell there nice ribbons!"

You clapped your hands. You liked to make orders yourself, mostly because you could go through the city and look what shops and crams had in store. Even if you never bought any for yourself, you just liked to browse through all the pretty things. Sometimes women who bought kimono's from your shop would come for an advice so this way you also could be helpful.

''Would you like a ribbon from there, _____?" Harada asked.

''Hm? No, no. It's not for me," you laughed. ''I want them for the bride."

"It seems you hardly buy yourself pretty things though."

You looked up at him in curiosity, ''do I? I'm already surrounded by pretty things."

You didn't lie – all around on the shelves going up to the ceiling there were elaborate materials in all every color one could want. Patterned kimonos, plain, embroidered. Obi stashes and some ribbons. All what you'd wish to wear was here. Pretty and glamorous things.

''But what of it is yours?"

You looked over at your shop. Your gaze fell onto small aquarium with a single golden fish inside. It was your grandfathers fish. You never thought your pet would be goldfish, but you loved the animal anyway. You were never allowed to have any pet for yourself. Your grandfather hated cats and dogs altogether. Birds were also out of question, since they would leave mess after themselves. This fish previously belonged to your uncle, brother of your mother. Since he moved to Edo, he left the pet behind and you were one to take care of it. Well, as much as you can take care of a fish.

Pretty thing, living just by eating and flowing through the threads of time, not seeing much of the world. Surrounded by many other pretty things.

''I have my box of pins and needles,'' you offered. Harada rolled his eyes. You shrugged in reply and sipped your tea. It was enough that this little box was precious to you.

You looked over at the other three, and what surprised you was intense gaze Shinpachi was giving you. Your brew rose unintentionally, and the question of his was fired, leaving you truly baffled.

''If you got married would you like to be spoiled like a princess?"

"Shinpachi-san, why do you always ask the most random questions?" you managed after a moment. Harada had a moment of mental crisis as he run over his hand through his red locks.

You were far from thinking of marriage, no matter how much Kiyo's mother was hinting things at you. You thought of other people of marriageable age and you instantly thought of Kino. True, you saw Shinpachi once talking to her. But for her to leave such a impression on him was unheard of.

''Do you have a woman in mind?" you asked cautiously. Would Kino accept him? You doubted so.

''What? Of course not!" Shinpachi waved his arms. He looked a tad bit flustered, especially since Heisuke was already beginning to laugh.

''Is it Kino?" you asked bluntly.

''Oh my gosh, _____, please," Harada snorted.

''Who?" Shinpachi looked lost.

You gave him a stern look, ''I'm sorry Shinpachi-san, but I don't think Kino would be interested in marrying you."

''I don't want to marry anyone!"

''Shinpachi,'' Harada turned to him, ''only you can be rejected even before asking."

Honestly speaking, you had no idea what was going on. But it was always like this, wasn't it? Shinpachi or Heisuke shooting some random questions, your blunt answers, and Harada's quips. You were always thankful for their presence and making your daily life so enjoyable. You never imagined that you could have friends like this.

''So do you need help tomorrow?" Harada turned to you, evoking your conversation, before it was cut.

''I'm just going to take a look and order materials," you replied.

''Great, then I'm tagging along."

''Are you sure you don't have anything else to do?" you asked. One would think they'd be more busy.

''I don't have rounds tomorrow, so I'm free."

''Could be fun," you concluded, giving him a nod.

To your surprise Harada actually came next morning. Not that you'd think he was dishonest, but you two never went out together. Other than sometimes accidental meeting up in the city or him just coming by to stop by your shop. By that time you thought you actually knew most of 10th division, which was kinda hilarious in its own way. Bunch of scary looking samurai off or on duty sometimes calling out 'good morning' to you was really startling for you at the beginning.

"Hi!" you breathed as you saw him outside your doors.

''Ready to go?"

''Yes!"

Overall it was quite an experience to see Harada without his Shinsengumi haori in broad daylight. There was no one tugging around with him – you expected Shinpachi or Heisuke alongside. To your delight he was alone. Not that you minded presence of those two, but a premise of spending morning with Harada sent butterflies in your stomach. And this was a feeling you were gladly welcoming.

You walked side by side, step in step with each other. You couldn't help but appreciate the nice weather that accompanied you. Slowly city was waking up along with all sweet and sour smells that would hit your nostrils.

You glanced over at Harada, his auburn hair swaying in the soft wind. He was in good mood, you decided, seeing his gentle smile upon his lips. His smile was something that you liked the most. Especially if any of those smiles were directed at you.

You reached your destination way too quickly for your dismay. The shop you walked into was enormous – twice as big as yours. The clerk knew you very well, so the order went by quickly and you had time to share with Harada.

One thing that caught your attention was a kimono. Not kimono itself, but the pattern and embroidery. It was a sea. You walked closer to it and looked at the vast ocean-blue material. The threads flowed like a water on it, creating a waves of blue and white. Small flowers were added alongside, making it almost a landscape.

''You like it?" Harada appeared behind you, surprising you a bit.

''I like the pattern," you replied still looking at the kimono. ''I would love to see the sea someday. Harada-san, have you ever been at sea?"

He tapped his chin as he hummed, ''We arrived to Kyoto with ships, so yes.''

''Tell me about it," your eyes lit up.

You slowly walked out of the shop and onto the street, as Harada recounted his travel by the sea.

''It must've been such a beautiful sight,'' you sighed in wonder.

Sea was always a mystery to you. You've seen pictures, you heard the stories; but living in this part of Kyoto you had no chances to be able to see it. It made you wonder what did it mean to soak your toes in salty water, how would it be to walk alongside vast and never-ending seashore. What did the seagulls sounded like?

''It is, especially on sunset, when the suns goes over the horizon," Harada quipped. ''I'd love to take you there someday."

He walked over a stand with hair accessories and ribbons. You followed him, yet still in daydream about the sea. He picked up one of the ribbons and moved his hand towards your face. You followed his movement with a curious gaze.

He smiled down at you, and with such closeness, your height difference was apparent. He tied ocean-blue ribbon into your hair to your utter surprise.

''What are you doing?" you questioned, your heart fluttering.

''You wished for nice ribbons yesterday, did you not?"

Your eyes widened.

''Ah, it was just passing remark,'' you spoke, untying the ribbing from your hair. You kept it in your hands as you continued to speak, in spite of his confused gaze, ''I'm not in need of them, but thank you for the gesture."

''Does it matter whether or not you need one?" he asked stopping your hand from putting the ribbon back on the stand. His warm hand enveloped your smaller one.

''At shop I have few, looking at them is just enough," you managed.

''You should spoil yourself much more," he stated. ''it's a present from me, you won't accept it?"

You pursed your lips a bit. It wasn't like you didn't like it, but somehow your mind worked differently. You spoke up, ''can I really?"

''Of course.''

This was sweet of him, and that much you told him. You hardly got presents, there weren't many people to give you any in the first place. You were creator, not receiver. But well, the warmth his gesture caused to spread was feeling one in a million.

''Harada-san?''

''Yeah?"

"Thank you," you said. His smile spread, as he paid for the item that he once again tied into your hair. Were it a sweet food, a ribbon or anything he'd give you, you'd be happy just as much as you were now. Harada was truly making your daily life happier.

Yet next time you saw him you didn't anticipate, than you'd be accompanying him to Shimabara.

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Pirate’s Treasure

Hey peeps! I told ya I’d be back with lovefest, and boy is this one a doozy. This is the day 4 prompt - crossdressing cosplaying. NSFW. yep. This is one of my longer pieces and has a TON of signature cookie banter. I loved playing around with the pirate theme with these two. I hope yall enjoy. As always, leave me a comment, reblog, tag, whatever you want to interact so I know what yall like! I’ll be back later with the next prompt. Let’s hope this keeps ya satisfied til then ;)

Pairing: Gajevy

Prompt: Cosplaying

Length: 3.4k

Pirate’s Treasure

"Trust me it'll be fun," Levy yelled from the bed, playing with wide black belt that laid across her hip.

"You said that last time, and it took a while before we got to any fun." Gajeel hadn't thought the 'night of endless torture' as he liked to call it, was fun at first. Levy’d had a great time, and Gajeel had eventually gotten what he wanted.

"It was teasing, and you loved it," she chided. "You just don't get teased as much as you dish it out. Payback, honey." Levy fiddled with her black corset and the gold buttons running up her stomach. "Besides, that was the most intense time we'd had in awhile. You said so yourself." As she looked herself over one last time, she heard her husband groan from the bathroom. "Plus, you're the one who really likes the book, Gajeel. You said it always makes you hot." Levy wanted nothing more than for him to stop griping and come out of his little hiding spot.

"Yeah, cause we're reading about sex. How could it not get hot?" The closed door muffled his words, but Levy knew him well enough to understand.

She prompted him further. "It's lead to more than a few steamy nights. I really want do this." Her hands wandered over her black, skin tight-pants and puffy cream top. "We both agreed I'd be hot as a pirate." Gold jewelry studded her neck and ears, but her most treasured piece was the ring on her left hand. "Trust your wife. This will be fun."

"It could still be fun if only you dressed up. Yer cute in those little outfits," Gajeel retorted. Levy heard the distinct sound of a zipper clasping shut. Her husband really was wonderful, catering to her fantasies, albeit a bit begrudgingly. She knew she could change his mind about dressing up though.

Levy fingered the fake pistol at her hip and the knife tucked into a sheath between her thighs. She'd really done her best to look the part. "I know I'm cute. I want to see you."

A thump against the door startled her for a second. He was moping. Typical Gajeel. Levy knew he'd enjoy this if he could just be open to the idea a little more. "I just don't think it's necessary for me," he whined. "I'd rather be naked."

Sometimes it surprised Levy how unadventurous he was in bed. Well, he could be very adventurous, but occasionally he needed a little push. "Please, for me," she cooed.

Gajeel could never turn down that singsong voice of hers when she asked him like that, soft with just a touch of pleading. "Fine," he grumbled as he stepped out of the bathroom.

Levy's jaw dropped at the sight of him. His legs were muscled—clearly outlined under the tight white pants. Her eyes flicked down, and she could see that he'd refused to wear the tall, thin black boots, opting for his usual heavy, iron-studded pair instead. But she didn't mind; Levy had fallen in love with the bit of rebel inside him along with all the rest. Gajeel wore a dark blue coat embroidered in gold with shining buttons cascading down its length. His bare chest peeked out beneath a loose hanging white shirt. Gajeel was supposed to have them both fully closed, but Levy enjoyed her view too much to complain. The final touches were his navy cravat, pistol holster, and usually wild hair neatly tucked into a ponytail beneath his hat. He looked perfectly like a Gajeel born version of the character. A bare chest and sultry smirk made him even better than the original. Levy's eyes went wide, and she leaned forward onto all fours as he sauntered over. Gajeel noted the way she reacted, experiencing the largest ego boost of his life.

"Like what ya see?" he asked as looked down at her. Levy nodded furiously. It was like seeing one of her favorite characters jump off the page and into her life, and he was ready to slam her into the bed. Gajeel kissed her deeply, letting his tongue trace the crevices of her mouth. "Now, is this what you had in mind?"

"Almost." Levy turned her eyes away, blushing for a moment. "I want you to get into character."

"Huh? I thought we were just wearing costumes." It seemed like Levy had a few surprises tonight.

"No," she gulped, "I want to feel like it’s real." Levy looked up into his eyes, and her tone changed. "You can pick any scene you want." Suddenly, she grabbed his cravat, pulling him down into a fierce kiss. "Captains orders." Levy rolled his lower lip with her teeth; it puckered when she released him.

Gajeel sat there stunned and took a minute to look over his wife.  Her legs were encased in knee length boots, and black leggings hugged her ass. Gold, scalloped clasps kept her corset shut, making a stark contrast to the black leather embossed with flowers. Her cream strapless blouse hung tight on her chest and loose at her wrists, ending in her signature three-quarter length sleeve. A burgundy vest covered her back down to her hips, held snug against her body with a wide black belt. Hanging from a gold loop on the belt was the holster for her pistol. Levy's ruby striped headband kept back any loose hair, completing her look. She was a stunning. Levy hardly ever put herself on display like this, opting for more subtle, comfortable clothes or better yet no clothes at all. Gajeel snickered, no clothes at all was definitely the best. Breath caught in his throat as he took in the look in her eyes; there was something sensual and almost dangerous there, and it thrilled him.

"That's quite the proposal, Lev."

Levy slapped his jaw with her foot. "That's captain to you." Gajeel's eyes widened. Levy wasn't usually so feisty or commanding. He wondered just how far she would go in this role.

"Well then, captain," he purred, reaching to grab the back of her head, "Remember that scene where I meet you again in the tavern?"

"Hmmm, which one?" Levy's head swam as he nibbled kisses up her neck.

"The third time, when we go to the room after."

Levy shivered at the memory of the scene, and wetness began to coat her folds. "Yes, that one."

Gajeel tugged at her earlobe with his teeth. "Well, Captain? Whaddaya say?" Levy shuddered at his hot breath then pushed back against him, feeling the toned muscles in his chest.

"I'd say a man of the Royal Navy should have better vocabulary," she murmured, untying his cravat.

"Ahhh but I used to be a sea dog or don't ya remember?" He licked his lips. "It's how I'm the best at catching pirates."

Levy felt herself slipping into character. Heat burned in her gut. "Hmmm I had forgotten, Officer Gajeel." Shivers swept through her skin. "I like the sound of that. Off-i-cer Gaj-eel." Her words fueled his lust, and he too fell into character. He was gonna fuck a pirate tonight. Royal Navy Officer Gajeel Redfox would finally catch his elusive pirate queen, Captain Levy McGarden.

"Well," he breathed against her shoulder, "if I remember correctly, it starts off with me holding you in my arms." He scooped her up, fingers digging into her thighs. "And slamming you against the door." Levy's back hit the wood, nearly knocking the breath from her lungs, but Gajeel took it a moment later in a passionate kiss.

"Yeah, that sounds about right," she sighed.

Gajeel's hands roamed her costume. "And I feel all over your clothes." He unhooked her belt, and it landed on the floor with a clink. "Finding a dagger right," his voice caught in his throat, fingers lingering on her thigh, "hmm that's dedication, Captain." Gajeel tossed the fake weapon across the room and held her against the door, pressing hot kisses into her lips.

"I seem to recall that you're supposed to have a gun here." Levy's hands reached down to feel around his pockets. "Oh, looks like we'll have to get you one, but you have some pretty intense machinery right there." She grabbed his cock, rubbing him through his pants. Gajeel groaned into Levy's shoulder and tore her from the door, sucking at her neck, before tossing her onto the bed.

"Ya know I should arrest you. Yer a pirate after all." His fingers glided over her body. "And I can't have ya running off on me like last time." He snickered and peeled off her boots slowly. "Maybe I should lock you to the bed."

Levy cocked her head to the side and gave him a wicked grin. "You could try, but I'm a fantastic lock pick." Her voice became smooth as satin, "Or have you forgotten how I like to do my dirty work?"

Gajeel swallowed the lump in his throat and kicked off his boots. "Oh I know you like it dirty. Pirate."

"Officer."

He lunged for her lips, pouring passion into his kiss. Their mouths begged for both attention and dominance. Gajeel tore off his hat, letting his jet black hair fall free around his shoulders. Hands palmed Levy's breasts, savoring how soft she was under his callused skin. Levy's head spun as he kissed her neck. She didn't even notice as he held her hands above her head and threaded her headband around her wrists into a makeshift bond. Now that she was secure, Gajeel ran his tongue down to her breasts, eliciting moan after moan.

"You're being very forward officer." He flicked her nipple, making Levy moan harder. "And making me much louder than I normally am." His hand rolled her bud again and she started panting. "Aren't you worried your fellow officers will find out? I'm sure there's some downstairs."

Gajeel lifted his lips and watched as her hardened nib wrinkled back into place. "I like the thrill, and you're worth the risk." His smile turned wicked, thoughts clear in his eyes, and he grabbed Levy’s thighs, pulling down her leggings with a sharp tug. "Plus, I'll be the only officer in your downstairs." An audible gulp went down his throat. "My, my, captain," he breathed, eyes widening as his thumb traced her hip. "Not wearing anything below deck?" Gajeel ran his finger slowly up and down her slit. Sweat glistened on his brow. "You're quite wet."

Levy licked her lips, gazing up at him. "Well I am a pirate. I live on a ship. On the sea. Things tend to get wet."

"Really?"

"All the time."

Her words sank into him like stones in the ocean, falling slowly until they disturbed the sand below, bringing them both to life. Gajeel grabbed her ass with a squeeze and swirled his tongue around her clit. Levy arched into him on contact. Heat burned through both of their veins, promising passion, desire, and a night that would end with flames. The binding on her hands made Levy’s need more intense as she fought to touch him back. Her body spasmed and jerked under his lips, but the fabric held her in place. Gajeel teased her sensitive skin, alternating between tongue and tooth, until Levy screamed with pleasure and broke free. Gasps rocked her chest, and she grabbed her head to quell the electricity shooting through her nerves. Gajeel fed off her noise, wanting desperately to hear more. Levy’s fingers dug into the edge of the bed as she squirmed and squealed. Finally, he released her, lungs begging for air.

"No wonder I've always liked this outfit on you,” he panted. “I was staring at more of your ass than I’d realized." Levy laughed—she loved his teasing banter—and hooked her feet under his arms, pulling him up to stare in his eyes.

"Make sure to watch for what's wet next time you see me bent over on my ship." She licked her lips, sending shivers through Gajeel's body. Her mouth crashed onto his, tasting her own wetness on his skin. Sitting up, Levy wrapped her hands around his neck and straddled him with her knees, easing up and down as she breathed. Gajeel swallowed hard, his wife was so hot, he didn't know where to touch her first.

Levy unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it on the floor. Her eyes and hands roamed his muscled chest for a solid minute, taking in his incredible physique. "You have the body of a sailor, officer. You'd be fantastic help on my ship." Gajeel moved to unclasp her corset, but she lightly slapped him away, teasing him in a light voice, "No, no, no." Awestruck, Gajeel lay under her, and let his captain lead. Levy directed one of his hands onto her ass and the other under her core. She squeezed his hand, then raised his finger up to trace her folds. Gajeel could barely breathe as Levy lined the finger up with her core and plunged it in, sighing. Her soft warmth coated his digit, and he moaned loudly as he brushed against her walls. She pumped his hand, encouraging him to do more.

"Have it your way, captain," he crooned, increasing the speed of his thrusting.

Levy bounced along the length of his finger, enjoying the way it felt to have him inside her. "Look at me, officer; don't take your eyes off me. I want you to see everything." Gajeel curled his finger, making Levy shudder and moan. Levy tossed her head back, she wanted more, needed more, and she would have it. Unlacing her blouse, she pulled it and the vest over her head, revealing a hidden dagger sheath against her ribs. Gajeel's free hand unhooked the belt and tossed the rubber knife on top of her clothes.

"Can't ever be too careful," he joked.

Their eyes locked as Levy's hand traced a line from her hair to her breasts. Her fingers ran circles around her nipples until they were taut and sensitive enough that a flick would send her keening. Gajeel did as she asked; he watched her. He watched as her tits bounced each time he pumped his finger, he watched as her face contorted in various shades of pleasure, and he watched as her body flushed with the heat of the moment.

"Like what you see, officer? This is what a captain looks like." He nodded his head 'yes', never breaking contact with her gaze. "Care to take a ride? Think you can handle it?"

"Now I've never seen anything like that before, Captain," he said, words soft and alluring against her ear. "Think this is enough to whether the storm?" Gajeel took her hand in his and moved it to the thin fabric covering his cock. He was completely hard, barely contained in his pants. Levy smiled wide and continued to bounce against him.

"Why don't you find out? Ship's gonna leave port soon. You better be inside."

Gajeel grabbed the back of her neck, kissing her deeply as his finger slipped out of her core. All he could think was holy crap his wife was amazing. He kicked off his pants at lightning speed. When Gajeel turned back around, his mouth dropped even further. Levy was facing away from him, popping her ass out as she held the headboard. He moved in behind her, tracing lines along her back down between her legs.

Levy looked up at him and ordered, "Make it rattle like I'm on my ship, officer."

"Oh I will, but first, I gotta make sure I'm wet. If I'm gonna be with a captain, I better have my sea legs." Gajeel rubbed his length along her core, coating himself in her wetness. Levy fingered his tip as their combined breathing grew heavier. His hands palmed at her breasts, grabbing her soft skin and tossing them both backwards against the mattress. She laid on top of him, rolling her hips as she stroked his cock. Gajeel's finger found her clit, rubbing circles that made her gasp his name. He slid her up his chest and pressed her forward until she hovered just above his length. "Captain, care to see if I'm up to standards?" he asked, voice dripping with desire. Levy laughed, surprised at how into their roleplay Gajeel had become.

"Aye," she whispered, taking him in her mouth. Her tongue rolled over his skin, making him squirm. Soft, wet lips sent shivers up his spine as she bobbed her head over his cock. It felt like his brain was short-circuiting, and all he could do was lay there, taking in every ounce of pleasure she dosed out. Levy flicked his head as she lifted up, arching her back for for his appreciation. Gajeel couldn't take his eyes off her every curve as she ground against his chest.

"Captain," he groaned, "I want you to have your way with me. Then when you're done, I'll lock ya up, and we can be together forever.

"In a cellar?" she mused, "Not my fancy. I need the open sea."

"I can make land very appealing," he whispered, flicking her breasts.

"Show me how," she demanded. Gajeel guided his cock to her core, enjoying how she shivered as his tip brushed her folds. "Bet I think I can convince you to betray the law and run away to the seas with me." Levy turned her head and kissed him deeply, their tongues crashing together like waves.

"Who will cave first, I wonder?" He fisted her hair and sucked on the space where her shoulder met her neck. "Let the games begin." Gajeel held Levy's hips above him, poised to lower her on to his cock, when her hand brushed his thigh, stopping him.

"This isn't a game, officer. It's a duel." She released her grip on his leg. "Winner chooses: land or sea." Levy let him fill her, both arching into the other as he did.

"Either way. I'm not losing you again. I won't leave your side." He felt her walls flutter and expand as she relaxed. Levy's sweet smile melted his heart; he would do anything she asked of him.

"Care to be a pirate's mate?" she mused, lips trailing his jaw.

"What if you're an officer's woman?" he countered, hands roaming every inch of her body.

"Either way, I won't let to go, but I think you'll see it my way." Levy started to move her legs, pumping herself along his length. "Kiss me."

Gajeel did, greedily. He snarled and nipped at her skin, taking her lips in his own. All he wanted to do was kiss her until they were both breathless and satisfied. He moaned her name in her ear.

"Lev, this is the best damn book in the world, and we're doing this again." Letting his head rest on her shoulder, he whispered, "But right now it's me and you, my wonderful wife."

Levy smiled and chuckled to herself. "Told ya you'd like it. I love you so much, Gajeel."

A hungry smile spread across his face. "And we're finishing that book this week."

Levy blushed, then gasped as he moved inside her. "I don't know if my body will be able to handle that." His kiss overwhelmed her senses, drowning out her ability to put words together. Every fiber of her being resonated with his voice. "Yes," she sighed.

"Trust me, Lev, you'll enjoy it," he teased.

Levy's laugh twinkled like stars. "Ok. Wanna know something you'll love?"

"You?" he crooned.

"I know that. No, I'm talking about the book," she paused, exhaling deeply and letting her voice take on a sultry tinge. "Pirate’s Treasure is just the first in the series."

Gajeel nearly came that moment at the thought of what was in store. He rocked her hips until they both groaned in delight. Sweat filled the bare space between them as skin slid over skin. He would put all his effort into the next costume. Mentally kicking himself for not trying more his time, Gajeel thrust harder, wanting to please her as much as possible for pushing him outside his box. Tomorrow, he was going to buy Levy every damn erotic book she wanted and maybe a few for himself. They were going to be busy.

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Through Time and Space (part four)

part one, part two, part three

You’re talking to Sam and Katie when you hear the gunfire. “I’ll be back… hopefully.” You say before getting up and walking to the living room where the gunfire happened… it’s only Sherlock shooting a smiley face he painted on the wall, just because he is bored. As Sherlock fires another round into the wall John comes running up the stairs with his fingers in his ears.

“What the hell are you doing?” John yells.

“Bored.” Sherlock replies rather sulkily.

“What?”

“Bored!” Sherlock fires a few more rounds while yelling bored two more times. John somehow gets the gun away from Sherlock before removing the clip. You roll your eyes before heading back to your room where you were talking to your siblings.

“What was that about?” Sam asks when you sit back down.

“Sherlock started shooting a smiley face on the wall.” You reply.

“Why was he shooting the wall in the first place?”

“He was doing it out of boredom.”

“Are you sure that you should be staying there?” Cue the overprotective older siblings. You roll your eyes.

“Just because one my flatmates shoots the wall when he’s bored doesn’t mean that I’m going to leave like that.” You snap your fingers when you say ‘that’.

“He could’ve shot you though.” Katie counters.

“If I did get shot, my other flatmate is a doctor. I’m in good hands, Katie.” You reply, your slight British accent starts to poke through. Recently, you noticed that your accent comes through when you are emotional. Sam starts laughing.

“What?”

“You have an accent.” He answers.

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"Sherlock! Why is there a head of a vampire in the fridge?!" You shout upon opening the fridge.

"A what now?" Mycroft Holmes, Sherlock's elder brother asks.

"There's a head in the fridge Mycroft." You deadpan.

John comes running up the stairs asking if you and Sherlock are okay. “Are you alright John?” You ask.

“I just saw on the telly about the explosion near our flat.”

“Oh… they said it was a gas leak and no one got hurt.”

“Your shirt is singed slightly.” John points out.

“It’s been like that since the day I got it. This is a second-hand shirt.”

“From your sister I presume.” Sherlock points out.

“Originally Dean’s but Katie was the one that gave it to me.” You answer. “I swear you know more about me then I know about myself.” After a little bit, Mycroft takes his leave.

“Are you going to explain why you said vampire?” Sherlock asks getting out of his seat and walking over to you.

“If you grab the head I’ll show you.” You answer, Sherlock does so and sets the head on the table- John has a disgusted look on his face. “For one thing I noticed this.” You say as you show the consulting detective the vampire’s fangs.

“How did I miss those?” Sherlock questions.

“They’re easy to miss. That’s how vampires pass as human. Anyways if you look at where the neck used to be, it’s a clean cut.”

“So what does that mean?”

“It means the hunter that did this has hunted vampires before. If it was an amateur, it would look like a kindergartner’s art project.”

“So uneven?” Sherlock asks trying to follow your train of thought.

“Yup.” Sherlock looks rather intrigued. “Now here’s the thing most hunters are careful enough to depose all of the bodies and the heads… this hunter missed a head.”

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You, Sherlock and John, are at Scotland Yard following Lestrade to his office. “You like the funny cases, don’t you?” Lestrade asks. “The surprising ones.”

“Obviously.” Sherlock answers with a monotone voice, but you can see it in his eyes- his interest has been piqued.

“You’ll love this. That explosion…” Donovan walks by causing Sherlock to throw her a dirty look.

“Gas leak right?” Sherlock asks looking back at Lestrade.

“No.” The three of you look surprised at the detective’s response. Lestrade opens the door to his office. Inviting the three of you in.

“No?”

“No, made to look like one.”

“What?” John splutters. Lestrade gestures to the envelope on his desk. It has Sherlock’s name handwritten on it.

“Hardly anything left of the place except a strong box – a very strong box – and inside it was this.” Lestrade explains.

“You haven’t opened it?” Sherlock inquires.

“It’s addressed to you, isn’t it?” Sherlock reaches for the envelope then hesitates. “We’ve X-rayed it. It’s not booby-trapped.”

“How reassuring.” Sherlock then picks it up studying it. “Nice stationery. Bohemian.” Lestrade asks for clarification. “From the Czech Republic. No fingerprints?”

“No.” Lestrade replies. Sherlock studies the handwriting.

“She used a fountain pen. A Parker Duofold – iridium nib.”

“Deduce that from the cursive?” You ask. Sherlock chooses to ignore you. Sherlock then opens the envelope to find an exact replica of the phone from the woman in the pink case. Lestrade refers to that case as the study in pink. “The what now?”

“You haven’t read John’s blog?” Lestrade asks sounding surprised. You arch an eyebrow.

“I didn’t even know John had a blog.”

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You find out that the sneakers Sherlock found in 221c (Mrs. Hudson’s basement) belonged to a person named Carl Powers- Sherlock’s very first case.

“Nineteen eighty-nine, a young kid – a champion swimmer – came up from Brighton for a school sports tournament; drowned in the pool. Tragic accident.” Sherlock says showing you and John an old newspaper headline on his phone. “You wouldn’t remember it. Why should you?”

“But you do…” You comment. Sherlock nods. “So there wasn’t anything suspicious about it then?”

“Nobody thought so – nobody except me. I was only a kid myself. I read about it in the papers.”

“Started young, didn’t you?” John jokes. Sherlock ignores his comment.

“The boy, Carl Powers, had some kind of fit in the water, but by the time they got him out it was too late. But there was something wrong; something I couldn’t get out of my head.”

“What?”

“His shoes.”

“You’ve lost me.” You state.

“They weren’t there. I made a fuss; I tried to get the police interested, but nobody seemed to think it was important. He’d left all the rest of his clothes in his locker, but there was no sign of his shoes …” Sherlock then gestures to the bag that is holding the sneakers. “Until now.”

While Sherlock is busy figuring out the case, John has to go pay a visit to Mycroft. You, on the other hand, was helping Katie do research for a hunt, but you’re distracted and can’t really focus on anything. “Y/N?” Katie asks.

“Hmm?” You answer not really paying any attention.

“What’s going on, you’re never like this.” You sigh, looking at your computer screen.

“I’m just distracted at the moment. There is a psychopath running around London…”

“Other than your roommate?”

“Sherlock isn’t a psychopath sis. He’s more of a sociopath… also, Sherlock doesn’t strap people to bombs when he’s bored.” You stare down at the keyboard, fighting back tears. “Katie, I’m scared.” Normally you don’t tell anyone that you’re scared, but your siblings are the only exceptions.

“I don’t know what I can do… I mean you’re on the other side of the world (nickname).” You just nod in response.

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A little later you get back to the flat carrying a small bag of Chinese food. You hear Sherlock yelling at the TV. ‘Is Sherlock watching Star Wars?’ You think to yourself.

You don’t really recall what happened before you ended up at the pool with John… John’s strapped to a bomb, and you have a sniper pointing his gun at your chest. When Sherlock shows up, you see his look of terror when he sees John. John removes the jacket revealing the bomb to Sherlock. Sherlock looks a little relieved but he is still wary of John for now. John narrates a few things through an earpiece. “I can stop John Watson and Y/N Winchester too… stop their hearts.” John says flinching slightly.

Now you’ve never been one for rules. So when it’s your turn to speak you do not follow the script. You actually pull the earpiece out of your ear and then throw it into the pool shorting it out. “I am not going to be someone’s goddamned puppet.” You state.

“Y/N look out!” Sherlock shouts, you see the bullet and move out of the way at the last second. The bullet embeds itself into the wall. You then walk over to Sherlock and John. The man named Moriarty eventually comes out. That is an interesting conversation, to say the least. While Sherlock is taking off the bomb attached to John, your arm brushes against your side causing you to hiss softly.

Your side got grazed by that sniper bullet.

“Son of a bitch.” You say through clenched teeth.

“Y/N?” Sherlock asks looking up from what he is doing.

“Even though I got mostly out of the way, the bullet still grazed my side… it's not bleeding too much though.”

“I’ll take a look at it when all this junk off of me.” John says as Sherlock removes the earpiece. John doesn’t get to look at your injury right away Moriarty just came back.

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You flinch as John rubs some rubbing alcohol on your side. “Sorry.” He apologizes.

“It wasn’t you, it just stings.” You answer feeling a little exposed. All you’re wearing at the moment is a pair of jeans and your bra. “One would think that I would be somewhat used to this, considering how many times I’ve gotten hurt while hunting. Well then again my family cleans wounds with whiskey…”

“Did you guys drink it or was it strictly for first aid purposes?” John asks as he threads a needle, your injury is deep enough that you do need stitches for it.

“It was used as both.” You grimace as John starts stitching your side up. Sherlock walks into the kitchen not paying much heed to the fact you’re currently topless. Then again he’s only in a bed sheet. “Morning Sherlock.”

“Morning.” Sherlock yawns, you take a wild guess that today is going to be incredibly lazy. Since Sherlock had become incredibly popular via the internet he asks John to go to a crime scene after he was done patching you up. Sherlock also insists that John takes his laptop. Once John is done stitching your side up you put on a tank top as John heads out.

You can’t really do anything at the moment because John doesn’t want you to pop the stitches. It’s a little odd that you and Sherlock get an escort of sorts to somewhere, that somewhere just happens to be Buckingham Palace. John’s already there waiting for the two of you. “Are you wearing any pants?” He asks Sherlock once the three of you are sitting down on a nearby couch.

“No.” Sherlock answers before the three of you start to crack up. The three of you make some small talk for a little bit.

“What are we doing here, Sherlock? Seriously, what?” John asks. Sherlock admits he doesn’t know something. “Here to see the queen?” John just happens to ask as Mycroft enters.

“Oh, apparently yes.” Once again the three of you start to laugh. Mycroft doesn’t look amused.

“Just once, can you three behave like grown-ups?” Mycroft demands.

“We solve crimes. I blog about them, he forgets his pants, and she’s the queen of sass, so I wouldn’t hold out too much hope.” John points out with a grin. Once all the laughter has quieted down Mycroft offers Sherlock some clothes… Sherlock doesn’t pay any attention to his brother.

“We are in Buckingham Palace, the very heart of the British nation.” Mycroft then sternly adds: “Sherlock Holmes, put your trousers on.” Sherlock literally gets up to leave with a few words towards Mycroft.

“Good morning.” Sherlock states as he starts to walk away- only to have his brother stand on his sheet. That wasn’t a sight you needed to see this early- thankfully the consulting detective catches the sheet before it hits the ground completely. Eventually, Mycroft wins and Sherlock reluctantly gets dressed. Sherlock asks why didn’t Mycroft go to the secret service and if he trusts them.

“Naturally not.” The eldest Holmes replies. “They all spy on people for money.” You and John share a small smile. Apparently, the two of you were on Mycroft’s list of trustworthy people.

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The doorbell rings and the people at the door are the Doctor and Rose. In all honesty, you’re glad to see them- you need to get away for a little bit. Your flatmates are good people, they just get on your nerves- Sherlock being the main culprit. “Don’t tear those stitches out Y/N.” John states.

“Relax I won’t.” You reply.

“Stitches?” Rose asks.

“Long story short I got shot.” Rose just sighs in response.

“You’re a danger to yourself Y/N.”

“I know Rose. Let’s go before Sherlock drags me in on another case.” With that, the three of you take your leave.

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Charms and Gifts [Nibs x Misty]

@itslostgirlmisty

[Nibs]

Nibs had been forging the gift he made for Misty by hand with a little help from magic. Light magic of course, Nibs wouldn’t dare to dabble in dark magic since he wasn’t about that kind of thing. He was always putting his family first and this is no exception. He knew that his family was vulnerable given certain situations and he wanted to make sure that no one could take advantage of his family ever again. They needed to prove that they were stronger together and this was exactly what they needed. He put the necklace and pendant in the box before heading to their room where he knew she would be after the date. The male shut the box and patiently awaited her arrival.

[Misty]

Misty came home and closed the bedroom door behind her as she took her heels off. She looked around the room and saw Nibs. She didn’t know what to say and she really didn’t want to fight so she just gave him a small smile as she went into the bathroom.

[Nibs]

Seeing Misty coming into the room, he wanted to wait until she finished what she was doing in the bathroom before talking to her. “When you finish can you come out here please, there is something I want to show you.” He says while going over to stand outside the bathroom door.

[Misty]

She heard Nibs voice outside the door as she started wiping off her makeup. Once she was done she came out. “What’s up?” She asked looking at the box in his hand.

[Nibs]

“I have been working on these a long time. Open it up and try it on. I made it from scratch and now that we know what my powers are...it made it easier for me to incorporate what I did.” He explains while handing her the box so that she could look at what he made.

[Misty]

She gave him a questioning look as she didn’t understand what he meant but took the box and opened it to see what was inside. She moved to the bed to sit down as Misty pulled out one of the necklaces to look it over. “Wow Nibs...it’s beautiful. You made these from scratch? That’s amazing.”

[Nibs]

“Yeah I went into the mountains to find the material and then melted it down. I had to find the glass and the different colors I made from the plants and other things on this island. I laced it with blood magic though. The light kind, not the dark kind. Only you are able to take it off and if someone tries to take it off of you or tries to hurt you in any way, the necklace will form a barrier around you, it will unleash your inner wolf and it will also unlock my protection powers which ironically is shown as a glowing wolf that has the ability to block any powers that might try to harm you. That includes Finn’s powers of fear. It’s very intune to you and how you are feeling and it keep anything that isn’t blood related and any threats from hurting you. I have been working on one for each of our family members so that they can stay safe since I know that people are always trying to harm our family so hopefully this will help to keep us safe from any threats.”

[Misty]

“I don’t know what to say...thank you. I love it and I’m sure the kids will as well. Especially once they hear what you had to do to make it.” She said before offering her necklace to Nibs. “Will you put mine on for me?”

[Nibs]

“I even laced them to protect you from any previous threats that might come back, if they ever come back. You can never tell on this island anymore. So it will protect you from Allison or even Jack seeming as it’s laced with only our family blood and his isn’t part of ours anymore. Not ever since we became one with each other.” He smiles before taking the necklace and putting it on Misty. He watched as it glowed slightly before the starts on the pendant started to animate signalling that it was now connected with Misty. “Ah it has bonded with you.”

[Misty]

Misty saw it glowing and smiled at his words. “I don’t know how to repay you for this. This is really sweet Nibs. It’s so thoughtful. Very possessive but thoughtful.” She joked nudging him playfully before kissing his cheek.

[Nibs]

“You don’t have to repay me. And I rather if we bond, it should be because we want to not because we are going to die because someone tried to do something stupid with you. We should be able to bond because we want to show our love to each other and not as a side effect of something so this makes it so that we can do that. I plan on giving the other necklaces to the rest of the family at dinner. So hopefully that will go over well.”

[Misty]

“I think it will be just fine. The kids already idolize you, this will just make you even more special in their eyes.” She smiled. “Do we need to bond again? Or did you mean the necklace?” She asked slightly confused.

[Nibs]

“I mean that no one can force kiss you again because you know...them doing that breaks the bond and if it breaks and we don’t rebond then we die...but this way if we ever want to bond just because we can, we can do that and not have to be forced to do it because we don’t want to die.” He tries to explain.

[Misty]

“Oh I get it. That makes sense.” She nods in understanding. “How was your day?” She asked as she made her way to their closest to find something more comfortable to wear.

[Nibs]

“My day was pretty good, I had done all the finishing touches on the necklaces today. Emmett’s necklace was tricky but I think I got it to work.” He responds while opening the drawer. “Did you want to see the other necklaces? I had to customize them per each individual though so that was tricky.”

[Misty]

“Sure just hold on. I want to get out of this dress.” She replied picking an outfit and changing.

[Nibs]

Nibs got up and helped Misty out of the dress so she had an easier time changing her clothes. “We have a ball coming up again don’t we? Maybe we could convince TJ to take Jay to that if things go well between them.”

[Misty]

“Hmm there is a ball every night, I’m sure we could convince him to take her to at least one.” She laughed lightly before thanking him for helping her. Putting on more comfortable clothing she looked at him. “Okay what did you want to show me?”

[Nibs]

“I made some more, at least 12..I know that is a lot but you know....in case we have more children or grandchildren I wanted to be prepared.” He explains with a small laugh while taking out the boxes and showing Misty the other necklaces.

[Misty]

“The Robinson’s are a very big family.” She laughed with him looking at all the necklaces. “They are all beautiful. I think we should discuss giving it to the younger ones though because I don’t want to shelter them too much. I want them to be safe but not overly safe. They should get to experience Neverland like their siblings did and they are way too young to know anything about bonding.”

[Nibs]

“That is very true, I figured we could give it to the younger ones. I know that Hope can handle herself and same with TJ. But they have the option to wear them if they choose to.” He explains while closing the boxes and putting them back into the drawer once more.

[Misty]

“We will see how they react to them, it might be good for them to have during school though since they start rather soon and we don’t want any more bullying problems.” She replied watching him put them away. “But again, you did a fantastic job at making them. Did you make one for yourself?”

[Nibs]

“One for myself? Oh...that’s what I was forgetting.” Nibs laughs a little awkwardly as he realizes that he was so focused on making some for his family he had forgotten to make one for himself. “I guess I know what I need to work on next. But then again I have my powers to do that for me though.”

[Misty]

“I guess so. Did the kids eat? I could make you guys some dinner?” She offered turning her attention to him.

[Nibs]

“We haven’t had dinner yet but I can help you make dinner though. I am sure that they are hungry so if we both do it then we can finish the food twice as fast.” He smiles.

[Misty]

“Sure if you want. But you have to read to me. All the ingredients.” She smiles before leaving the room with Nibs to head off to the kitchen.

[Nibs]

Nibs lets out a small laugh,  “You want me to what? Oh...that didn’t go over very well last time remember? We got a little sidetracked..” He can’t help but to rub the back of his neck nervously knowing that he had not been reading since he was busy with the necklaces.

[Misty]

“Well I can promise you, I won’t get sidetracked. And if you keep your focus on reading neither will you. So this time I won’t distract you.” She smirked as she looked through the cabinets. “What should we make?”

[Nibs]

“Mhm, sure you won’t. I don’t know how about sandwiches?” He jokes knowing that he wouldn’t have to read an instructions on how to make a sandwich.

[Misty]

“I won’t. I have great self control. You on the other hand..” She trailed off before shaking her head. “I’m not making sandwiches for dinner Nibs. How about mac and cheese? I think that is rather easy.”

[Nibs]

“Oh really? Mhm sure you have good self control…” He teases before releasing some pheromones into the air. “AH I can do that. So we need noodles and cheese. There boom. That’s all we need right? Yes, see that I can do.” Nibs smiles in accomplishment.

[Misty]

Misty could smell his pheromones and just smirked as she pulled the boxes out. “That’s cheating my love. You can read the instructions on the box for me.” She said handing the boxes to him. “And if you don’t, we will just stop having sex. And no amount of pheromones can change that.”

[Nibs]

“What? No it’s not?” He laughs a little before looking at the box with the instructions. “What? That’s not fair. I wasn’t able to practice my reading for a long time.” He pouts.

[Misty]

“It is fair. Just think about how good it’s going to be. I finally can touch you the way I want and you can touch me. And this pregnancy has made me incredibly horny so you should start practicing or get used to not having me at all.” She smiles.

[Nibs]

“Why do I have to practice reading all of a sudden hm? I never had to do that before. Besides. I have been doing good without you know having to actually read…” He responds before looking at the ingredients. “You need cheese, cream, noodles, more cheese and an oven.”

[Misty]

“You wanted to learn how to read, this is a way. Just do it and it will be over before you know it.” Misty said before grabbing all the things he listed out. “Okay what’s next.”

[Nibs]

“You need a pan and you need to boil the water before putting the noodles in for...10 minutes or until the noodles are ten...tendee...tender.”

[Misty]

Misty gave Nibs an encouraging smile as she followed his directions, seeing that the water was boiling and put the noodles in. “What shall we do as we wait?”

[Nibs]

“It says we can make the sauce for the cheese part. So we have to put the cream and cheese in a smaller pot and stir it together until it is a smooth tex...texture but we have to add the cheese over time.”

[Misty]

The girl nods as she starts mixing the ingredients together and making sure it was smooth. “Now?”

[Nibs]

“Now we take the noodles out and put them in the pan...then we pour the sauce over it before putting it in the oven. Then we wait until it is golden brown.” He explains while putting the box down. “We should make some vegetables or some types of sides shouldn’t we?”

[Misty]

Misty started putting the noodles in a pan as she nods. “Yeah did you want to start that for me?” She asked pouring the sauce over it.

[Nibs]

Nibs nods his head as he started to get out some ingredients for mashed potatoes and making some corn as well. He also got some ingredients for gravy for the potatoes and made sure that everything was made the right way as well since he could be very particular about that kind of thing.

[Misty]

She put the mac and cheese in the oven and set the timer before watching Nibs making the mashed potatoes. “See that wasn’t so bad was it?”

[Nibs]

“Mhm I still don’t like reading though.” The alpha pouted before putting the finished products on the table and then going to start to set it.

[Misty]

Misty moved to him once he finished setting the table and grabbed his hand. “I actually really like when you read to me.” She smiled releasing pheromones. “So maybe you should stop being so hard on yourself.”

[Nibs]

“Really you do?” He asks with a small smile. “I should practice reading more then.” Nibs squeezes her hand back before kissing her cheek. “I love you so much. You know that?”

[Misty]

“I do.” She smiled when she felt him kissing her cheek. Her cheeks turned bright red at his words and just nodded. “I had a feeling.” She teased before letting go of his hand. “Do you love me enough to skip dinner?”

[Nibs]

Nibs was rather confused at her words. “What? Why would we skip dinner? The kids will probably be here any minute because that food smells so delicious.” He explains while looking at the food in the oven and seeing it was already starting to turn golden brown.