#suddenly im a victorian woman seeing skin and shoulders for the first time

[hooned]

13 dead. 65 injured.

[witchersmistress]

“Emily” I call as I follow her footsteps through the house. Her laughter music to my ears as she ran from me “ Come now  my love stop running��� i called after her picking up my pace, she laughed wildly “catch me if you can sherlock, im waiting for you” her footsteps sounding father and farther away. Racing after her into the darkened hallway, but I was never able to reach you. The darkness closed in on both sides of me, when suddenly, a hand touched my face and I heard Emily  whisper my name “Sherlock” turning to face her. I was faced with her pale white face and black holes where her eyes should have been.

Waking with a jolt, a train whistle bellowed, taking in my surroundings. There was a young woman reading. A gentleman sat across from me, and an elderly couple a few spots behind me. Clearing my throat, I spoke to the gentleman across from me, “ Have we passed Shropshire yet?” the man lowered his newspaper, it's the next stop. I nodded at his response as I saw the countryside pass by as we slowly pulled into the station. Waiting to be the last one to disembark the train, stepping into the warm spring air, “ Boy, fetch me a carriage” he scampered off as I followed behind him. Typing him as I climbed into the carriage, I gave the driver the house name and we started moving. The sun was starting to set as the carriage came to a halt outside her home. An old Victorian mansion with beautiful gardens and quaint details.

“ Can you be back tomorrow in the early to late afternoon to bring me back to the train station?” inquired of the driver, he nodded as i handed him payment for both rides. He pulled away and left me standing in front of the sprawling estate. Staring at the front door , the bushes of evelyn rose in full bloom on either side of the door as a warm light flickered on, inviting me inside. 

Taking a deep breath, I squared back my shoulders and walked into her home. The candles were lit in the entryway, the smell of vanilla, honey and a hint of cinnamon hung in the air. The phonograph in the living room was playing a slow, haunting tune.  “ Hello” I called out as I walked through the home, “Is there anyone here?” following the sounds coming from the kitchen as that scent grows stronger.  Walking into the doorway I see her, my Emily, flitting around in her white nightgown. Right down her her ankles but sleeveless as usual, part of her wild red hair was pinned back, humming as she poured 2 cups of tea, looking up the humming stopped and her smile grew “ Sherly” she crooned at me, damn my brother for calling me that in front of her, she has never let it go since. She placed the tea kettle back on the burner and made her way over to me and wrapped me in her arms. “I've missed you my darling” she breathed into my neck as i wrapped her in my embrace and squeezed her tight to my chest. My heart started racing and my anxiety increased. She pulled back and gestured for us to sit. “ Everyone has been telling me that you are dead” she smiled softly “ that doesn't matter right now, i am here” kissing each one of my knuckles. She then ran her thumb over each knuckles just taking in everything. 

The music never changed as she pulled me up from my seat and started dancing with me through the halls and rooms of her home. Through the parlor room where we first met, into the foyer where we shared quick glances and stolen kisses. Her library where we spent countless hours reading and just being in each other's presence, warm and comforting as she always was. My heart began to race faster and faster, my skin felt like it was on fire as we came to a stop in her solarium. “ You don't look so good, Sherly, come sit down with me” she sat me on the bench as she walked over to a pond and dipped my handkerchief into water, coming over to my side, blotting at my face. “Thank you my love” panting as I struggled to breathe and my chest began to hurt. Emily kissed me on my head “ You need to wake up now Sherlock, it's not time for you yet” shaking my head away from her grasp “ I don't want to Emily, i don't want to be somewhere you are not” she smile sadly “ I know Sherlock but the world still needs you” shaking my head the pain in my chest still increasing. “ No Emily, not without you” she sighed and pulled me closer to her, leaning my head on her chest. The wor;d was spinning, i felt like i was on fire, my chest was going to explode, I couldn't breathe, she just shushed me and held me whispering “It’ll be ok Sherlock, it’ll be ok”  For the first time in a long time I did not fear death but I welcomed her, greeting her as if she was an old friend.

Just when I didn't think I could take the pain anymore, it all stopped, I could breathe again, my chest didn't not hurt and I did not feel as if I was boiling to death.  Emily dabbed at my face a few more times before allowing me to stand from my spot ,Emily  placed a hand on each side of my head. “ Don't Sherlock it's better this way” puzzled by her statement.  Looking back at the bench where we were just sitting, I felt comfort and a sense of clarity settling deep in my bones. I swept her in my arms, spinning her around as I laughed. “ Run my darling” I growled at her in a low tone as her cheeks flushed as she backed away from me like a caged animal “ What are you going to do if you catch me?” she wiggled her eyebrows at me in a suggestive wiggle. “ whatever you want my love” i started taking slow steps towards her she stepped around a flower pot, into the hallway i repeated myself this time my voice and tone lower “ Run” she took off like a thief in the night and i followed suit like a predator after his prey, in that moment i knew I was free, finally free, to chase my love for a lifetime and no one was there to stop me, not even death couldnt interfere this time. Emily was mine and only mine the way it was always meant to be.

Haunted By The Ghost Of You...

Sherlock Holmes x Ghost! Reader

Pov - Sherlock Holmes is haunted by the ghost of his dead lover. His brain keeps tricking him into believing she's still alive.

The idea came from the pictures in the 3rd row. I saw that saree and my brain said "Ghost Reader"...I do not know what's wrong with me either.

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The Stroke Of Midnight

Seventeen + BigBang Mafia!Kwon Soonyoung (Hoshi) x Reader  Characters: Kwon Soonyoung (Hoshi), Kwon Jiyong (G-Dragon), Wen Junhui (Jun) Summary: Can you believe the only person Hoshi has the remote interest in talking to wants to leave before midnight?  Word Count: 1k+  Warnings: Cinderella AU-ish, mafia au, fluff, angst, etc.

A/N: i watched cinderella and got feels. Also i made hoshi's hyung gdragon just because they have the same last name bye hahahahah

Also for he record, soonyoung can stab me with a fork and i'd thank him

Soonyoung had much better plans than this-- in a constrained tuxedo, forcing smiles and caviar down his throat. Old people with unneccessarily wrinkly faces from the stress of not being able to sleep at night were congratulating him for his older brother's accomplishment. Sure, he helped kill the leader of their rival group, but damn this bow-tie was so tight.

To the world unknowing, this was just another rich family throwing a lavishly over-expensive party. But to those who were head of the households and old enough to understand, this was the underlings paying homage to the wealthiest and most dangerous family in the country.

Attendance was a must, unless you wanted a shell of lead through your skull.

Soonyoung sighs and adjusts his bow tie for the hundredth time. His older brother watches him from where they stood, waiting for the last of the guests to greet them. Yes, Soonyoung had much, much, much better plans.

"Just take it off if it annoys you that much," the infamous G-Dragon spoke, nose flaring im annoyance.

Soonyoung wastes no time and pulls the bow tie off him, breathing in, stuffing the silk in his pocket. His older brother clicks his tongue, "mother will be furious."

"Not unless I avoid her all night, Jiyong-ah," Soonyoung smiles.

"Ya! How dare you talk down on me!"

It was then, as Soonyoung got hit at the back of the head, he saw the glittery, baby blue dress flowing, and wandering eyes on a captivating wearer. Immediately, he appeared not so irritated, and in fact wholly captivated, even though he recieved a literally major blow.

Jiyong watches as his dongsaeng gawks, then snorts at his expression. "Typical," he mutters, fully wanting his brother to get annoyed at his remark and to recieve the relentless teasing he had in store.

But Soonyoung was too caught up, especially when you hid your laugh behind your hand over something.

Jiyoung turns from you to him and rolls his eyes chuckles, "Ya, you bastard, go talk to her." Instantly, Soonyoung gets shoved, and yet he doesn't even glare at his hyung for doing so.

Jiyong can't help but feel amusement, and jealousy at the same time, "Aish, I wish I could do that too."

"Kwon Soonyoung," he introduces the moment you two are in proximity. You turn to him from over your exposed shoulder and fully move your body to face him. You look at his hand and then connect yours with his. He leans down and kisses the skin on the back. You let out a soft, airy chuckle, expected a handshake and not a kiss. Still you play off the blush.

"I haven't seen you around here before."

"I've never been here before." After saying such, you immediately shift your focus elsewhere and note, "I like the music they're playing. It's fast enough to be lively, but slow enough to waltz to."

"Then," Soonyoung gives out his hand, "would you like to dance?"

You turn to his hand then over to the large clock on the wall. 10:16 pm. You turn to the man beside you. He was handsome and direct. Besides, it wasn't that late. You take him in and find yourself returning the soft, mischevious smirk he has on his lips.

You chuckle and take his hands, "I guess dancing won't do any harm."

And for the first time tonight, Soonyoung has a conversation. And not one out of pleasantries or force, but a lively one with purpose. He revels when he gets you to laugh and turn a shade pink. He thinks of every way to make your heart flutter and pulls on every string that works harshly.

"Jiyong-ie," his mother emerges beside him. G-Dragon turns to her with soft, respectful eyes. "Who's that lady with my Hoshi?"

Jiyong chuckles lowly as her mother raises her brows in curiousity, and apporval he guesses. For a moment, mother and son watch the dancing bodies and take in the busy hall in front of him. Jiyong smirks and shrugs, "Who knows?"

"He seems to be head over heels," the woman notes. She suddenly gasps, "he pulled off his bow tie!"

Jiyong breaks into a laugh, "Good luck, jerk."

The music changes, and the live orchestra plays something much slower than before. To the two of you, this somehow translates to needing to pull the other closer, as if you still could. Soonyoung refuses to let go of his hands placed in yours and on your waist. You smile when he finishes a story about his childhood playground injury. You don't mind his clutch, in fact welcome it.

"What about you?"

"Me?" you ask, seemingly questioning yourself, "I'm boring."

Soonyoung purses his lips and hums, "I don't care."

Your pulse rises at his deep tone, and you lick your lips unabashedly, "well, I wash the dishes."

"Mmm," Soonyoung says, leaning in, eye capturing your lips, "sexy."

Your face burns and you break into a nervous, giddy laugh. Soonyoung laughs as well, pleased with your reaction. 

And then, the large Victorian looking wall clock rings loudly. Your heart drops upon hearing it. You whip your head to see the time, only to have it confirmed it was really indeed 12 midnight. You sigh. Time, what a traitor.

Soonyoung looks at you, eyes concerned, lips pouted into a soft frown.

You want to kiss him right now. He's been nothing short of a prince charming. But you had to go.

And so you say this out loud.

"What?" Soonyoung mutters in shock so softly in disbelief.

You manage to pull awya from him because he is just so dumbfounded. "I had a wonderful time, but I really have to go."

You turn around and dart yourself through the sea of people. You try not to rub yourself against anyone if possible, but the amount of people present made it nearly impossible to avoid.

Soonyoung buffers a second more, before coming to his senses on how moronic he is for wasting so much time in doing so. "Wait," he says weakly.

You're quick on your feet, and near the exit when your heel buckle snags in your haste. You gasp and spare a moment to look at your feet and curse. You all but decide to tread on nevertheless. You come off walking as if you had a limp because of your wardrobe malfunction, and by the time you bump into someone, you decide enough is enough.

You wind up grabbing the man's bicep for the sake of your balance and turning to him with contniuous apologies. Normally, Jiyong would brush you off coldly, but due to the fesitivities, he was in a good mood, also you were really pretty, also you were the girl his younger brother was dancing with.

He chuckles and shakes his head, "It's okay."

You frown and kick your one broken shoe to the side in annoyance. Jiyong watches, brow raising in amusement and curiosity. You then push past him, rising and falling rapidly with uneven height. You get a few steps away when Jiyong has the brain to stop you and question, "You leaving like that?"

You don't really stop, even though there was a hand on your arm, "I don't really have a--" but the sound of your other flimsy buckle comong undone stops you, and you fall out of unbalance, yet again coming crashing on Jiyong.

You sigh and turn to your feet, slipping the cheap thing off you. Never again.

You lock eyes with Jiyong for a second, giving the quickest explanation, "I don't have time to explain."

With that you run off down the stairs of leading to the entrance, on in this case exit, of the place. You squeal when your bare feet come in contanct with the cool floor, small rocks, and what was hoepfully a puddle of water.

Your eyes catch Jun's agitated look. He bursts into a groan and sigh when he sees you. Annoyed, he waves his hands, urging, "Faster, faster!"

You clench your teeth and give a sour expression as you run to him and his car as fast as you can, for dear life. "I'm sorry!"

Jiyong watches as you go off with another man in a tuxedo, only this one kept his bow tie on. He furrows his brows and tilts his head, something he only does when he is intrigued.

Soonyoung errupts from behind him, hands flying onto Jiyong's shoulders, out of breath, "Did you see her?!"

Jiyong rolls his eyes and nods, "she just ran off with some other guy, dream boat."

"What?" Soonyoung snaps and the bolts to the door. Only by the time he got down the stairs, Jun's car, with him and you in it, has driven away with high speed.

Soonyoung groans and kicks the air in annoyance. His hands run and ruffle through his perfectly styled hair, loosening it where it was once neatly waxed and combed, making it look like he had just woken up; that, or he had lost a fight. And the latter had never happened in his entire life.

... perhaps until tonight.

Jiyong trots down to his brother to gloat, only to see that Soonyong looked genuinely devastated. Wih his hands in his pockets, Jiyong was supposed to comfort him, at least even a little before rubbing salt, except Soonyong beat him to the punch, "she's perfect hyung! Straight out of a damn fairytale."

Soonyoung sucks in a breath, "She has such a beautiful smile, and I don't even know her name!"

Soonyoung snorts and places his hands on his hips in frustation. Jiyong watches as he paces around in silence.

The younger of the two snaps, "she knows how to make Japanese food, hyung."

Jiyong breaks into a chuckle upon hearing that. Soonyoung only grinds his teeth. 

"Alright, alright," Jiyong nods and pulls out a key from his pocket. It's for his motor bike. Soonyoung turns to his brother, to his hand, and immediately lights up. Jiyong however pulls his grip away before his brother can take it, and says flatly, "put on a helmet."

With that, Soonyoung grabs the key and runs off.

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