Taisho (1912-1926) or Showa (1926-1989)
era, 20th century, Japan
The squat vase decorated in polychrome enamels and gilt with a carp molded in
relief and decorated with water plants against a blue-gray background
11 3/4in (29.8cm) high, 15 1/4in (38.7cm) diameter. Bonhams
Based on the prompt lines; “Don’t you dare die on me!” And “Promise me you’ll stay.”
Warnings; injury, loss?, a little fluff.
A/N; I am so overwhelmed with the response that I got for the first part of Alone! I am so grateful for each and every one of you 💕 If you want to be tagged in anything let me know! Also, requests for one shots are open xx
You were fading in and out of consciousness hearing only bits and pieces of what people were saying.
“WHY DID YOU JUST LEAVE HER?!” Steve.
“She’s losing too much blood!” Nat.
“Tony, we have a problem.” Steve.
Someone was crying, probably Nat.
“DON’T YOU DARE DIE ON ME!” Steve.
No Bucky? Where’s Bucky… You thought.
You felt a light brush against your face, and then nothing.
Summary : Imagine being Sherlock’s girlfriend and you’re the head of forensics. Anderson tries to win you over, but never understands why you turn him down.
You walked into you lab and there was a large vase of flowers on the desk. You rolled your eyes as you picked up the card. They were from Anderson. You groaned as you read the card that had some poem he had written for you.
note: the school series!wanna one is now over! i had so much fun writing this series and i’m glad that this series received a lot of love, more than what i have expected and thank to you guys i have over 300+ followers which is shocking considering that i had 40 when i wrote the third part to the series and now eight scenarios later i have more than 300?? i really don’t know how to thank you guys! and now since the wanna one version of this series over, i will be shifting my focus to finishing my works in progress, so once again thank you so much and enjoy!
You played around with the food on your plate, an uncomfortable feeling settling in your stomach. Making small talk with Isaac’s father around the dinner table always made you want to curl up into a ball and stay there for the rest of eternity. He had that kind of effect.
“Um, so far, it’s an A in French and a B- in econ.” Your boyfriend of eight months said shakily as his dad asked him about school, it made you enraged that the ‘what are your grades right now?’ question always came before the ‘how are you, son?’ question. It was like he didn’t even care about how Isaac was, about how he’s barely coping.
Sometimes Isaac’s dad insisted you came over for dinner but as much as Isaac tried to discretely tell you ‘say no’ you always cracked under his father’s harsh glare, scared for what could happen if you disobeyed him.
Afraid that if you told him no, Isaac might get hurt.
Isaac glanced at you; you nodded and smiled encouragingly at him. And even though you’d met Isaac’s dad before, quite a couple times; your hatred for him never lessened.
You had tried to get Isaac to tell someone about what was happening at home but he shot down the idea every time. Always mumbling something inaudible about his mom and brother.
“What about chemistry?” His father asked with a hard expression. You shifted nervously in your seat, Isaac took your hand from under the table and you immediately squeezed it to try and comfort him.
“I’m not sure, uh- midterms are in a few weeks so it could go up,” Isaac mumbled, his eyes filtering around the room in desperate need not to make eye contact. You could tell his dad didn’t seem impressed with his answer.
“What’s it at now?“
“Grade?” Isaac asked anxiously, noticeably gulping.
“Well, yeah.” His dad laughed mockingly and you couldn’t help but cough quietly as the tension continued to rise in the enclosed kitchen. His father’s head snapped over to you; he raised an eyebrow in questioning. “Anything you wanted to add, [Y/N]?”
“O-oh uh, just that we haven’t been told our grades in chem yet.” He had caught you off guard, your nerves being noticeable by the stutters and rough lies you told. He stayed quiet for a while and you couldn’t tell if what you had said had made things worse or better.
“Okay, but Isaac just said that it could go up.” He pointed out and you bit your lip as you realised he may have seen through your lousy lie.
Isaac ran his free hand through his curls as he stuttered out, “I-i just meant, like, generally.”
His father’s eyes drifted to yours as he stared at you expectantly, said uncomfortable feeling in your stomach grew as you gulped apprehensively. “Has Isaac ever told you that you’re a terrible liar, [Y/N]?” He asked casually but you thought it felt anything but casual at this point.
Your eyes darted to Isaac before you glanced back at his dad. “Oh, I-uh.. I don’t-”
”[Y/N] just said that we haven’t been told our grades yet.“ Isaac cut me off with his almost inaudible mumbles but it was so agonisingly and awkwardly quiet that you could hear just about anything.
“Do you want to take this conversation downstairs?” His father asked and you felt Isaac’s jittery hands freeze in fear as he shook his head at his dad.
“I don’t think-” You started but got cut off by him addressing Isaac firmly.
“Tell me the grade, son.” Isaac and his father began talking over one another and you couldn’t help but notice the terrified look in Isaac’s eyes.
You couldn’t count on one hand how many times he had shown up at your doorstep covered with blood, bruises and tears falling too fast. He would cry and you would just hold him tightly until he calmed down.
He would explain what happened and you would continuously tell him to move in with you in your apartment to get away from his dad but he would decline. Saying that he couldn’t burden you like that. Although, he would never feel like a burden because not only was he your boyfriend of eight months but he was also your best friend of about ten years.
Except, you’ve only ever witnessed the aftermath of what had happened, never had you actually seen his father hurt him.
“It’s- it’s a D,” Isaac muttered, defeated. Then everyone fell into silence for a couple seconds.
“Alright. I’m not angry.” His dad said and you looked over at him with a somewhat shocked expression on your face. “Although I am going to need to punish you, it’s my responsibility as a parent.”
Isaac eyed his father nervously before he added, “so tell you what, you do the dishes and clean up the kitchen.” Isaac let out a breath of relief as he looked over at you, you caught his eye and smiled slightly. Maybe everything would be okay.
“Good. Because I would really like to see this entire place spotless.“ He added before the sound of shattering glass filled your ears and you rapidly jumped back in your seat. Isaac’s tightened his grip on your hand and your eyes shot over to him in worry. You were wrong.
His father snarled at you and Isaac before smashing all the glass on the table making you gasp and flinch away from him; your heart thumped against your chest in fear. His dad shot up from his seat, teeth bared and Isaac yanked you out of your seat before he shakily pulled you behind him as you both coward in the corner of the room.
"Absolutely spotless.” He grinned menacingly before snatching a large glass vase from on top of a cabinet. Your eyes widened as you saw him raise the vase above his head, and then everything else happened in what seemed like slow motion.
“Isaac!” You shouted before pushing him with all the strength you had, he stumbled to the side and you were thankful that he did: you didn’t want to witness Isaac’s own father hurting him. The vase shattered against the wall and you tried to cover yourself with your arms but you felt a piece of the glass slice your skin just under your eye.
You winced as you looked up slowly, Isaac’s fear turned to concern as he rushed towards you, taking your face in between his large hands. His eyes darted all across your face as you pulled the fragment of glass out with a sharp breath.
“Well, that was her fault.” His dad’s smug voice was heard from across the room. That’s when Isaac’s concern for you promptly turned to rage as he turned to his father who had a bitter smirk on his face.
“You could’ve blinded her!” He shouted as he stalked closer to his dad.
You swiftly followed after him as you wiped the blood off your cheek, “Isaac! Isaac, it’s okay. I’m alright.” You stood in front of him; putting your hand on his chest in an attempt to stop him from revealing the pack’s secret
“Shut up! It’s just a scratch!” His father rolled his eyes in annoyance and that sparked something in Isaac as his jaw clenched and his eyes started to glow a vibrant yellow. Your eyes widened at the sight as you spun around to see if his dad had seen his sudden eye colour change and you quietly cursed as you realised he had.
“Listen to me, I’m okay.” You whispered as you tried to stop him from losing control. You noticed his claws grow from his fingertips so you discretely took his hand in yours.
“Isaac?” His father asked with confusion but you ignored him, pulling Isaac out the Lahey household and down the path.
“Isaac!” He continued to yell as you pulled him round the corner before stopping him abruptly, you made sure that his father had gone the other way before turning towards your boyfriend who had his eyes shut tightly and was breathing heavily.
“Hey,” Your voice was soft as you took his hands in yours.
“No, [Y/N]. He hurt you.” Isaac growled adamantly as he snapped his eyes open, the still yellow colour glowing and you knew that because he was only just recently bitten that controlling the urges was difficult.
You couldn’t think of anything else to say to stop the process so you took a chance and pressed your lips to his. It took a couple seconds before he started to kiss back. You moved your hands from his hands and put on the back of his neck and the other tugging at his curly, blonde hair.
His hands travelled down before they rested at on your hips, he pulled you closer than thought possible before pushing you against the wall. He tapped your left thigh to tell you to jump but you pulled away, smirking at him before letting out a small chuckle.
“Not now,” You breathed, both you and Isaac trying to catch your breath as he leaned his head in the crook of your neck.
“Thank you, so much.” He mumbled, pressing a quick kiss to your neck before pulling away slightly to face you.
“For what?” You asked with a slight smile on your face at how close you two were. Normally, he hated small spaces because of the freezer situation but when it came to being close to you, he thought nothing felt safer.
“For being there for me, tonight and every night when things like this happen. I’m just sorry you had to see that and get hurt. I hate him,” Isaac announced but you just shook your head, the smile gracing your lips never lessening.
“I love you.” You mumbled and Isaac’s frown instantaneously vanished as he grinned at you; he pressed his lips to yours once again before pulling away just seconds later.
We wish a huge Happy Birthday (13th of Sept) to @guava-juice! To help add further cheer to your day, the lovely @ally147writes has written you a special Everlark style fic just for you! We hope you enjoy it :)
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Unbeta’d. All errors are my own.
Peeta chuckles every time he glimpses the bride. Everywhere he looks, Primrose Everdeen — or Hawthorne now, he supposes — is always on the periphery of his vision.
I hope this imagine comes out as good as it’s feeling in my head right now. It came to me immediately as I was listening to the song on Spotify and reading the lyrics.
Insecurities and regrets feel horrible, and this song really brings that to life.
Thank you, Anon, for the request. I hope you all enjoy my Harry interpretation of “Sorry” by Halsey, which can be heard HERE on my Spotify playlist called ‘Gloomy Poops’.
p.s. Please forgive me for a few hours this evening away from writing, as I travel to and enjoy hearing Norah Jones live in concert! I’ll be back to writing over the weekend, so I hope you’ll stick with me!
Much love to you all, and I hope you enjoy a beautiful weekend!
I’ve missed your calls for months it seems
Don’t realize how mean I can be
‘Cause I can sometimes treat the people that I love like jewelry
'Cause I can change my mind each day
I didn’t mean to try you on
But I still know your birthday and your mother’s favorite song
“Hey!” Harry greeted you excitedly, as he saw you walking out of the store he was about to enter. “Where have you been hiding, love? I’ve not seen you in awhile.”
Your heart raced a bit when you heard his voice.
“Oh, you know me,” you smiled, nervously. “Keep myself busy. How are you, Harry?”
“I’m good,” he said, with a kiss to your cheek and a comfortable hug. “We need to catch up again. Are you free sometime? I’ve missed talking with you.”
“Um…yeah,” you agreed. “Sure, just say when.”
“Come over tomorrow night,” Harry grinned. “I’m having a few friends over. I tried calling you last week to invite you but you didn’t answer.”
You smiled slightly. “Sorry…yeah, I…sorry…”
“Just come. It’ll be fun,” Harry said, rubbing his hand up and down lightly on your back. “I’ve missed you.”
So I’m sorry to my unknown lover
Sorry that I can’t believe
That anybody ever really
Starts to fall in love with me
Sorry to my unknown lover
Sorry I could be so blind
Didn’t mean to leave you
And all of the things that we had behind
It started out simple between you and Harry. Innocently hanging out and having fun together, first with other friends, then only the two of you. But when Harry started texting and calling you more, inviting you to do things with him, along with a bit of flirting from both of you, and a lot more making out than you probably should have let happen, you felt your walls towering above you again and began distancing yourself more.
He was too good for you. He was loved by so many, and you knew you weren’t good for him. Years of being hurt by men had left your heart surrounded by unscalable walls and always on-guard. The minute you felt a relationship becoming more serious, you ended it, afraid that you would hurt the guy the same way you had been hurt in the past. So why risk it? Hurting someone like that, someone you cared about, was a huge guilt to carry around with you.
When you felt yourself starting to give your heart away, you ruined it. You knew you did, it was all you. They may have been great guys, but that just emphasized even more that they deserved someone better than you. It became easier to write someone off, thinking they treated you the same as any other girl, that they really didn’t love you, they were just using you to get what they wanted, so you would cut them off before they could do that to you.
Maybe someday you would find someone that made you think differently, but you had your doubts. Only one had ever made you feel a shred of possibility, and he had just surprised you while shopping.
I run away when things are good
And never really understood
The way you laid your eyes on me
In ways that no one ever could
And so it seems I broke your heart
My ignorance has struck again
I failed to see it from the start
And tore you open 'til the end
“I’m glad you decided to come, love,” Harry said, as he greeted you in his home, wrapping his arms around you and kissing against the side of your head lightly.
“Thanks for inviting me,” you smiled, looking around and seeing a few people you knew.
Harry pulled away and looked at you with that look that had unnerved you months before, the same look he had worn the day you had bumped into him and received the invite for the party. The same look you remembered months earlier as you felt yourself falling for him. The look made you melt a bit, made your heart beat a bit faster and stirred up the butterflies in the pit of your stomach. Harry handed you a drink, remembering your favorite, and leading you away from the noise of the others, out the glass doors to the pool area where you could talk more openly.
“So, you just sort of left…last time…you know?” Harry said, looking into your eyes. “Didn’t answer my texts or calls.”
“I know. I’m sorry about that,” you nodded, looking down at the drink in your hands, avoiding eye contact. “Life just gets busy sometimes, I guess.”
“Wasn’t that, was it?” Harry asked, biting the inside of his cheek. “Think I know you pretty well by now.”
“Oh, you think?” you said, cocking your head a bit, defensively.
“Come on, sweetheart,” he said sweetly. “Please don’t be like that.”
You shifted the weight on your feet and bit your tongue at the sarcastic comment that was building there, thinking better of it, knowing he didn’t deserve the bite.
“How long have we known each other?” Harry asked you.
“Um…little over a year, I guess?” you said thoughtfully, looking at him questioningly as he nodded.
“We were pretty close for awhile, too,” he replied, as you caught him looking at your lips with a slight smile. “I thought we were getting along really well, love. But, after that night, when I asked you to be my girl…you disappeared, didn’t even tell me goodbye. Kicked myself thinking I’d scared you away. Was worried about you, till I saw you one night and saw you were alright. Then I just felt guilty that I made you leave.”
“Harry…” you started.
“No, it’s okay, babe,” he interrupted. “If you didn’t feel the same about me, that’s okay. I just wish you’d have said…”
“Harry, it’s not that,” you said, swallowing hard.
“Then please,” he replied, grabbing your hand firmly, a look of desperation, the need to understand. “Please, tell me why you left without a word. I had so many feelings for you…still do.”
“That’s why!” you said forcefully, your heart feeling like it was jumping from your chest. “Harry, I’m…I’m not good for you…for anyone. I make a mess of things, I’m a mess! I didn’t want to leave. But I had to. You deserve better than…” you caught your breath, “…me.”
“Sweetheart, what are you talking about?” Harry questioned, setting his drink down and taking your hands in his. “You’re amazing to me!”
“I’m not,” you shook your head. “Harry, you would end up hurt. And I care too much about you to do that to you. All I’ve ever known with love, is pain, and unhappiness, and being treated horribly. I don’t know how to love someone! And I’ll hurt you, so please, just…”
“No!” Harry protested. “I’ve seen you do this before, after we first met. You get close to someone, then push them away when they start to climb those walls you have built up around you. So you hurt them before they can hurt you. Well, I won’t let you do that to me. You run…you get scared, I understand that. But, I won’t let you run from me. Not again.”
Sorry to my unknown lover
Sorry that I can’t believe
That anybody ever really
Starts to fall in love with me
Sorry to my unknown lover
Sorry I could be so blind
Didn’t mean to leave you
And all of the things that we had behind
Harry pulled you sharply against him, his mouth tasting the traces of your drink on your lips and his hands finding the skin between the trim of your top and waist of your jeans. You tried to brace yourself against him but you were always weak to his touch. As you softened into him, a loud crash was heard from inside the house and you both turned your head quickly toward that direction. Harry looked at you, a tug-of-war within himself between you and running to see what happened.
“Don’t go!” he told you, turning and quickly running into the house, where he found someone had accidentally bumped into a large vase, causing it to crash to the floor below, into what must have been thousands of tiny pieces.
“Harry, I’m so sorry! I’m such a klutz!” his friend whined, trying to pick up the larger pieces and clean up the mess.
“No, it’s fine, no worries,” Harry answered.
For several minutes, Harry worked to clean up the mess, not wanting any of his guests to injure themselves on the broken pieces scattered around the floor. Once cleaned, he assured his friend again that it was okay, it wasn’t an expensive or exclusive piece, and to please not worry about it. As he began to walk back to you, Harry looked around, seeing you were not standing in the spot he left you in. He looked around at the other guests still at the party, but you were nowhere to be seen.
Glancing over to the table next to where you had stood, having a heartfelt conversation with the woman he hadn’t been able to lose from his mind for a year, he saw your glass, setting on the table next to his, your red-stained lip marks perfectly adorning the napkin next to it. Harry lifted the napkin in his hands, realizing you had left him again, and folded the napkin carefully, placing it in his shirt pocket.
He took a deep breath, looking up at the stars in the dark night sky. He wasn’t letting you get away this time. He didn’t know how, but he would find you again. And next time, he would make sure you stayed.
through the narrow streets, you squeeze your bags in your hands. I’m
late. I’m gonna be too late, and he’s going to leave me here, out of
spite… You turn a corner,
bumping into an elderly man casually walking down the alleyway.
watch where you’re going!”
sorry! I’m so sorry!” you shout in passing, hurrying down the stairs
on the alley that leads towards the main road.
Tags: Slight Angst, Possible break up, but then no break up
“It isn’t over - We are not over yet.”
Tom had begun to pull away over the past two months. Harry had looked in the other direction as he didn’t want to be one of those clingy types of lovers who have to be all up in the business of their significant others all the time. But it finally came to that point in time where he could no longer be complacent.
“Tom, be honest with me. You’ve been paying more attention to your books and your precious Slytherin heritage to really focus on anything else. I can only be supportive for so long until I feel like I’m being ignored.”
The Slytherin Heir glared, obviously not seeing the situation the same way Harry did. “I took you out to Hogsmeade last week.”
“Correction - I took myself to Hogsmeade and you invited yourself along and proceeded to write in your diary the entire time. You barely spoke to me and you didn’t even eat because you were so focused on whatever it was that you were writing.”
He found himself enjoying how put out Tom was at having his actions thrown in his face so relentlessly. It wasn’t Harry’s fault that Tom had the beginnings of an obsessive disorder. The teen needed to learn how to split his attention better, otherwise he would lose a lot of important opportunities in his life.
And still, Harry hadn’t yet touched upon what was really bothering him the most.
“I get that you’re proud to finally know that you have something you think is important about you, but you’ve been a dick about it.”
Tom’s affronted gasp wasn’t surprising.
“I’m the only person who knows your heritage and I know what you’ve been trying to do, and I’m not happy about it. Especially since Dumbledore watches us all the time anyway and you haven’t been as discreet as you think you’ve been.”
“Dumbledore has no id-”
“I was called into his office, Tom!”
Harry sighed as Tom demanded to know exactly when such an interaction occurred.
“Two weeks ago,” he stated, hating the memory. “As I’m a Gryffindor, he tried to word it like he was worried about my wellbeing when under your influence. He said some things and asked me if I knew anything that I should be telling other people.”
“What did you say?”
He glared at his soon-to-be-former-lover. “Nothing, you twat! I like him about as much as you do and there’s nothing he could do short of law breaking to get me to say anything.”
Tom’s loosening shoulders went tense again when Harry added, “I could have told him what I know about the Chamber and your connection to it and the incident, but I didn’t.”
A stiff jaw. “Why did you keep it to yourself if you’re so angry with me?”
Harry was practically growling. “Because I’m a bloody gem and while I’ve wanted but to kick you in the bullocks most recently, I’m not so petty as to cause you problems. Besides, I still care about you, even if you don’t reciprocate those feelings any longer.”
Tom let out a curse that shattered one of the large vases to their right. It was good that the Room of Requirement held so much junk, lest Tom get into trouble for his actions. His good boy image would be ruined, much like that poor vase.
“I never stopped… caring for you. I am simply attempting to work some things out. I figured if I dedicated all available time to my plan, then it’ll come to fruition faster.”
“There’s nothing wrong with asking for help you know.”
At Tom’s exasperated look, Harry shrugged. “You know I’m right. I have told you this constantly. Hell, if you had just come to me, we could have been doing this together instead of me having to deal with my sadness as well as and Fawcett and Smith bothering me constantly to see if I’m a ‘free man’ again.”
Another stiffening of the jaw. Tom was so easy to rile up.
“Chang asked me out for the next Hogsmeade trip,” Harry said, knowing how annoyed it would make Tom.
“I’m sorry that I didn’t speak with you about this. I’m not used to asking people for help you realise?”
How Tom managed to turn Harry’s anger into sympathy within second, was an unknown power. He hated it, but he also realised the truth in those words. Before Hogwarts, Tom had had no one and had to look out for himself, so it wouldn’t cross his mind to ask his boyfriend for assistance.
Still… “I’m still annoyed over being ignored. Fifty-eight days without even a kiss, Tom! Fifty-eight days!”
His face flamed. “Don’t turn this on me! This is about your neglectful actions, Riddle!”
Tom wrapped an arm around Harry’s shoulders in order to pull him into his embrace.
“I apologise for hurting you, Harry. I’ll just have to make it up to you in any way you’d like.”
This could be very good if he played his cards right.
“And I must make sure that Chang, Fawcett, and Smith are put into place once more.”
Heart and Daggers part 2! Hope all enjoy
After Klaus left I went to bed feeling drained. I didn’t have to pack, everything that was at the apartment I had bought either, all my other belongings were at the house in the quarter. I laid in bed second guessing myself until I fell asleep. Early in the morning there was a knock on my door then Rebekah’s voice, “rise and shine Juliana.” She waltzed into the bedroom. I let out a groan, “did you have to come this early?”
“Yes, Elijah’s still asleep. Now come on, Klaus has everything ready, your room all set up.” She pulled the blankets off and left the room. I got up and dressed rather quickly not wanting Elijah to wake before I got there.
“Ready now?” Rebekah asked by the door. I nodded grabbing a coat, “yeah.”
“Good, my car is out front.” She left swiftly and I followed locking the door behind me.
“Now the room Klaus picked out for you is on the other side of the house, near his, and it’s big.” Rebekah talked through the drive to the house, I answered every once in awhile with a nod, or a few words.
“Here we are, come on I’ll show you to your room.” Rebekah took me inside, up some stairs and down a hallway to some rooms.
“Here’s yours.” She opened a door and let me in. She wasn’t kidding when she told me the room was big, it had cream colored walls, a large bed with purple covers opposite the door, a wardrobe, desk, and its own bathroom. I soon found that Klaus had indeed moved everything of mine into the room, clothes, pictures(none of Elijah, which I was grateful for), new blankets, and covers.
“Will it suit you?” Klaus asked suddenly standing in the door. I turned and nodded, “thank you Klaus.”
“We’ll leave you to get settled. If you’re hungry just let us know.” Rebekah said walking back out shutting the doors. I let out a shaky breath as I was left alone. Looking over my room, it looked like I had lived here for a long time. Klaus had even put a few books on my night stand. My stomach was turning from nervous and anticipation. I sat on the bed trying to read and listened to the household wake, Klaus had been yelling at someone or about something. Suddenly there was a knock on my door.
“Juliana?” Cami’s voice questioned.
“Come in.” I answered and smiled as she entered.
“Hey.” She says kindly, “what’s up?”
“Nothing really, just reading.” I responded.
“I was wondering if you’d like to get a coffee? Walk around town for a bit?” She asked.
“Sure, just let me get my purse.” I hopped off the bed and grabbed my purse from the closet. I was dressed in jeans with brown boots, and a violet colored top, my brown hair lying loose upon my shoulders. We made it out of the house unnoticed.
“So who asked you to do this? Klaus or Rebekah?” I asked Cami as we walked down the streets to a coffee shop.
“No one, I figured I’d come out and hang out with you. I know what you’re going through.” She explained. I smiled slightly, “thanks.” We went and got coffee, window shopped walking around town, and laughing all afternoon.
“Thanks for cheering me up.” I smiled brightly.
“No problem, it was fun.” She smiled back, “I’m sorry to leave but I gotta start my shift.” She said apologetically.
“It’s okay. I had a really good time.” I reassured her, “I’ll see you later.” With that she left. I slowly made my way back to the house. It was quiet and everything in the house seemed still. I began up the stairs when I heard other footsteps coming down. I glanced up and walked faster passing Haley. I turned a corner and was gone not stopping until I reached my room. I pushed the door open and walked in slowly seeing the figure looking around in my room.
“Can I help you?” I asked as Elijah turned around.
“I was wondering why all your things had disappeared from our room…now I know. No doubt Klaus did it.” He said looking around then to me, “he left all the pictures of you and I with me…” I saw the hurt in his eyes.
“Yes, well I think he thought it was for the best, and I agree.” I opened the door more moving to the side inviting him to leave. He didn’t.
“I’m glad your back.” He said softly coming closer.
“Klaus asked, so did Rebekah.” I responded holding my head up.
“Is that all?” He questioned.
“Klaus said I should come and hold me ground.”
“Is that what you’re doing?” He was inches from me now.
“Yes, in the process of.” I said firmly, “now I’m sure you have many things to do, so please don’t let me keep you.” I ducked away and walked further into my room. I kept my back turned to him and heard his footsteps retreat. I closed the doors to my bedroom, took a hot shower then began a new book. Suddenly I hear a loud crash followed by Klaus yelling. I looked up slowly waiting for a response. Soon another crash came followed by more yelling. I got up quickly and jogged to Klaus’s painting room. I looked in and saw Klaus bursting with rage, Elijah was in the room his back turned towards the door, so was Rebekah. Klaus suddenly hurled a large old vase out the door narrowly missing my head.
“You know now I’m gonna have to explain that to the museum.” I said as it broke on the ground. I walked further into the room.
“Niklaus please calm down.” Elijah said.
“What’s happening?” I asked standing next to Rebekah.
“Klaus lost Lucian.” She answered clearly bored with her brothers’ attitude.
“I DID NOT LOSE HIM!” He shouted, “IT-IT WAS THOSE IMBECILES! THE THINGS THAT THINK THEY ARE WORTHY ENOUGH TO SERVE ME! THE STUPID IGNORANT VAMPIRES HAVE LOST LUCIAN.” He gritted his teeth, “now I have to pick up they failed, I have to stop my search for the witches, who are trying to kill my child, and chase after a LUNATIC!!”
“We are all protecting her, Nick.” Rebekah answered, “nothing is going to happen to her.”
“HOW DO YOU KNOW?!” He yelled stepping closer.
“Niklaus please. Let’s be rational about this,” Elijah spoke, and I looked straight ahead, “we can track down the witches then Lucian.”
“I can track down Lucian.” I spoke up earning looks from all three of them, “if we split up we can, we can get both things done faster.”
“No, not alone it’s too risky.” Elijah said before turning back to Klaus, he began to speak again but I stopped him, “you don’t get to decide that.” He looked at me again stepping closer, “he is too dangerous, you are not going out there alone.”
“And why are you the one that gets to decide what I can and cannot do?” I hissed stepping up to him, “I got rid of him once before when you could not.”
“She has a point Elijah.” Klaus stepped up, glancing at him then looking at me, “you can go. Take Marcel. The last of my vampires heard of him, he was near an old farm house.” He handed me a piece of paper with an address on it.
“Thank you.” I grabbed the slip of paper and walked out, and down the stairs.
“Juliana.” I heard Elijah call, “Juliana, wait.” I kept walking. Suddenly he flashed in front of me. I stopped with an irritated sigh and looked up at him.
“Don’t do this.” He said, “not alone.”
“I’ll be with Marcel.” I answered.
“And what protection will he offer you? Lucian is stronger than him.” He continued, “let me come with you.”
“Why do you automatically assume that I will fail? I got rid of him last time.”
“Does it not strike you as odd at how easily he backed off last time? How do you know this will not be a trap?” He stepped closer his voice soft. A shiver went down my spine having him so close.
“I don’t expect it to be anything less.” I answered, “I’m not an idiot, neither is Marcel. Now let me go. You can do what you’re good at and stay here with Hayley.” I turned on my heel and left.
“So I trust you have an address?” Marcel asked sliding into the passenger’s seat.
“Yep.” I handed him the slip of paper.
“Alright let’s go.” He buckled as I drove off, “so Klaus filled me in a bit, you think it’s a trap?”
“Don’t know what else it would be. He gave up too easily last time.” I kept my eyes on the road.
“Mhm…so how are things?” He asked, his voice sounded hesitant. I glanced at him, and shrugged, “I don’t really wanna talk about it.”
“Understandable.” He nodded patting his legs, silence filled the air.
“We’re here.” I said after about twenty more minutes of driving. We had stopped outside of town at an old rundown farm house, “lets go see what we can find.”
“It looks empty.” Marcel answered walking up the stairs.
“I think that’s the point.” I answered looking in the window.
“So, are we supposed to bring him back alive? Or not alive?” He answered trying the door, it was locked.
“Alive, Klaus wants to talk to him.” I answered, then went to the door and pushed on it until it opened breaking the hinges. We walked into the house carefully hearing nothing at first, it looked like no one lived there.
“This place looks deserted.” Marcel said walking around a corner.
“Remember what I said about trap.” I answered looking around.
“Juliana-” Marcel called but was cut short ending with a gurgle. I raced around the corner, and froze, Lucian stood with his arms around Marcels neck.
“Lucian don’t.” I spoke softly stepping closer.
“Not another step.” He hissed tightening his arms around Marcels neck. I stopped and raised my hands slightly, “alright, I’ll stay right here.”
“Good.” He smirked, “well since that there has been nothing thrown at my head, I assume that you two came alone.”
“They know where we are.” Marcel choked out.
“Now now, you are in no position to talk.” Lucian answered, he looked back at me, “I assume you have come here to capture me? Bring me back to Klaus?” He chuckled, “I don’t plan on seeing him again, unless it’s to kill him, and Elijah. Then after that the rest of the Mikaelsons.” He smiled smugly. I swallowed roughly, took a deep breath, then suddenly I was beside him clutching his neck.
“Let him go.” I hisssed.
“Snapping my neck won’t kill me.” He his voice tense.
“No.” I replied smoothly, “but it will give me time to bring you to Klaus…or rip your heart out.”
He chuckled and Marcel go, “do you really think I’d be doing this alone?” He mused then sent out a shrill whistle. At first nothing happened, then suddenly a large brown dog jumped on to Marcel, he screamed in agony as the wolf bit into his shoulder.
“No!” I screamed, “call them off Lucian!” I jerked him closer.
“Do you really think you’re the only ones with wolf allies?” He laughed cruelly, “try getting out of-” I snapped his neck letting him fall to the ground limp. Marvel threw the wolf off of him smashing him into a wall. I turned quickly at I heard a growl, several more wolfs moves forward. Quickly I slammed one into a wall as it lunged forward.
“There’s more this way.” Marcel breathed out.
“Try not to get bit again…” I replied. Side met all the wolf’s lunges towards me. I tossed one away as another bit into my arm. Tossing it into another room, then suddenly my body jerked downward. I held a wolf back as s it lunged at my throat. Marcel and I kept fighting as they kept biting. Finally they stopped, no more came.
“I think they’re gone.” Marcel said weakly falling towards a wall. I caught him by the arm and helped him sit.
“They bit you sever times.” I looked over his wounds.
“I think you got more.” He answered beginning to breath heavily, “I don’t think it’s good to have that much werewolf venom in your system.”
“But it won’t kill me.” I answered then glanced over at Lucian, he was still unconscious, “stay here. I have a vile of Klaus’s blood in the car.” I got up slowly and vamped towards the falling against the door. I looked threw the console until I found the bottle.
“Got it.” I stumbled back into the house and to Marcel. My chest was rising and falling rapidly as I felt my body begin to heat up. Marcel took the blood, I sat next to him against the wall, “you need to drive us home, get Lucian in the trunk.” I handed him the keys. After a few moments he got up, got Lucian and put him in the trunk. I walked to the car slowly and dizzy, Marcel helped me into the passenger seat, then he got into the driver’s seat.
“How are you feeling?” He asked starting the car.
“Like crap.” I grumbled sinking into my seat.
“We’ll be home soon.”
I closed my eyes as the car moved. Sounds seemed a distant muffle, every jolt that the car made felt like nails digging into my bones. I heard someone saying my name, but soon it drained away into nothing.
I touched the soft fabric of the draped in the room as I looked around. I turned as the door opened, Elijah walked in. I could tell by the look on his face he was concerned.
“You’re worried.” I said softly. He looked up sitting on the bed, “we are putting our lives in the hands of a stranger. It would be unwise not to worry.”
“Rebekah seems happy to be sleeping in a bed. So does Finn. We could stay here.” I replied walking closer.
“If Kol behaves, if they do not find us out, if no one is suspicious. There are too many things that could go wrong.”
“Nothing has yet.” I set a hand on his shoulder.
“That does not mean nothing will.”
“Well nothing has.” I sat next to him, “Kol seemed pleased to have a warm place to sleep. No one suspects us, how would they find out? The family we are suppose to be, are…taken care off.”
“Lucian is, if he decides to betray us, if that-”
“Elijah.” I cut him off turning his head towards me, “nothing has happened yet, take a breath. Today, was a good day.” I gently pressed my forehead to his.
“What did I do to deserve you?” He whispered. I smiled softly, “I love you.”
“Always and Forever.” He kissed my lips.
Light flooded my vision as my eyes opened slowly. Blinking I recognized the ceiling. I was back in my room, I swallowed my throat sore.
“You’re awake.” I heard the voice before I saw who it belonged too. Elijah walked forward and gently put a hand on my forehead, “how do you feel?”
“Drained.” I answered.
“You were out of it for a while.” He answered, “this is why I wanted to come with you.”
“Where’s Marcel?” I tried to sit up but Elijah gently pushed me back down, I stared up at him.
“He’s fine. You need to rest. There was a lot of-”
“Venom in my system, I know.” I finished for him. He nodded slowly, bent down to kiss my forehead, but I turned my head away.
“Rest.” He whispered gently before leaving.
“You’re suppose to be resting.” Klaus said walking into my room as I finished dressing in new clothes.
“Bed rest never suited me. I feel better.” I answered turning towards him, “do you have Lucian?”
“Yes, thanks to you and Marcel he is safe and secure in the basement. Ready for me questioning him.” Klaus nodded
“Well I’m glad you have him. How did it go with the witches?”
“It was…eventful.” He said prolonging his words, “they won’t be giving us any more trouble for a while. Now I must get back to Lucian.” He went to the door but turned, “please do take it easy…and if you must know, when Marcel brought you back, Elijah? He never left your side.” With that he gracefully left the room. I sat on the bed, replaying Klaus’s words in head…honestly I didn’t know what I was thinking. I was still furious at him, hated him…but how could I hate someone that I could loved for hundreds of years. But how could he forget what we had for hundreds of years?
Here it is! As @deelitefulsimmer can tell you, I’ve been
working hard to get this set finished and released! I’m really so happy with
the way it turned out. You can thank @deelitefulsimmer for the painted wood
texture idea! I had to redo almost*all*
the textures when she suggested it, lol.
The robin’s egg blue one is dedicated to her.
The curtains in this set make me happy. I love them. They
are my favorite thing I’ve ever made. I’m trying to get them to be able to take
alpha so I can make some sheer ones, but those aren’t done yet. Soon, I hope.
They are cloned from a poster so they don’t snap to windows, sorry to those of
you who prefer snapping curtains!
I hope you enjoy this set! Let me know what you think!
This fic was written as a part of the DC Valentine Exchange, so it’s super fluffy and adorbs. It is also my first John Constantine fic. Enjoy!
You let out a sigh of relaxation as you shut the large, wooden door of the House of Mystery. Rough didn’t come close to describing the day you had at the lab and you were so ready to spend the evening cuddling up with your mystical occult detective boyfriend.
Dropping your bag and coat into the hall closet and you head for the kitchen to grab a snack. The lunch break you had been looking forward to earlier managed to slip through your fingers thanks to an unexpectedly overloaded schedule.
While heading down the hallway, you finally notice how quiet the house is.
“John?” You called out hoping to get a response.
A few moments pass and you call out again, receiving silence in reply. You can’t help but feel a little sad that John isn’t here. After all it is your fifth Valentine’s Day together, you don’t really expect any large declarations of love, but you didn’t think that he would skip out on the classic movie marathon that you planned last week on purpose. Standing you up was one thing, but standing up Ginger Rogers was crime in and of itself.
Once you reach the kitchen the small frown that was gracing your face turns up into a smile. Sitting on the counter is a large crystal vase with a bouquet of oriental lilies and white carnations that was definitely bigger than the microwave adjacent to it.
After turning your attention from the large mixed bouquet, you catch sight of a small card leaning against the vase. You pick it up and turn it over in your hand to read.
I know this is bloody rotten luck, but there’s been an emergency with The League. From the description, it doesn’t sound like it should take very long. I PROMISE that I WILL be back in time to spend what should be a fantastic evening with you, some egg rolls, and Ms. Rogers and Mr. Astaire. If anything goes bugger all, I’ll let you know.
Feeling a little less sad than you were five minutes ago, with the promise that John would indeed get back soon you set out to make a snack to tide you over until John got home.
With all the accoutrements of your snack laid out on the counter, you set to work. Once you have a large scone in the toaster oven to warm through, you fill a large kettle with water and move it to the stove top. You plop your Earl Grey tea bag into one of John’s Liverpool F.C. mugs and sit tight.
The water comes to a boil with an airy whistle coming from the kettle. You poor the water into the well-worn mug and set a timer. Just after the toaster oven lets you know that the scone is sufficiently warmed through.
You place it on the plate and split it in two, dolloping a bit of cream and jam onto each side. After you’ve set everything back in the fridge and grabbed the milk the timer goes off. You fish out the bag with a spoon and chuck it into the trash. All it takes is a splash of the cool liquid to make it perfect for your tastes.
Grabbing the plate laden with your scone and the mug, you head for the library. You perch you plate on the coffee table closest to the fire and head up a ladder to retrieve a book. Nothing really tickles your fancy, but you pull a book on prominent witches in Europe just for shits and giggles.
After you finish your snack you settle down on the couch and begin to read. After about a chapter or so of such riveting material you can feel your eyes beginning to droop.
A nap isn’t such a bad idea, you think, so you set the book on your chest and sink further into the couch.
You think something is touching your face. You’re still in that lovely sleepy state where you could easily slip back into a pleasant dream.
You think you’re almost back to that amazing place, when you definitely feel a tap on your forehead.
“Y/N. Love, wake up.”
“Oy, If you don’t wake up I’ll eat all of the Sweet and Sour Chicken myself.”
You flail your hands above your head in a wild swinging motion.
“Alright, alright I’m up. Stop poking me please.”
Your arms stretch out above your head, and you hear a few joints crack. The room is definitely much darker than when you fell asleep.
“What time is it?” you ask with a yawn.
John looks back at you with a sheepish grin and a scratch of his neck.
“Just about 4:30 I believe.”
You stare up at him in surprise.
“4:30….in the morning?”
All it takes is a second of contemplation before you continue.
“You are so lucky that I’m starving.”
Standing up from the couch, you grab his hand and start walking toward the kitchen. You stop short when you don’t see any food on the table.
“Eating at the table is so boring.” He pulls you out the side door. Once you both are outside he turns to you and begins to mutter an incantation. You both begin to rise from the ground. When you are up high enough to be even with the roof you see a blanket stretch out with the take away containers spread out all around.
John gently lowers you onto the roof and you move to take a seat. He lands with a thud right beside you, holding out a pair of chopsticks.
You grab them and a container of Mu Shu Pork while John goes for the chicken.
“It’s been a long time since we’ve been up here,” you say easily grabbing a piece of meat. “I forgot how calming it is to just look out at everything.”
“Yeah, it’s nice to relax after the bloody mess that was that last mission with The League.”
“You wanna tell me about it?”
“Only if you’re truly interested.”
You make a motion with your arm urging him to continue, and he jumps into the tale. Every so often you would swap containers, each of you getting an even mixture of the meal.
Well after you both have finished the food you can tell John’s story is wrapping up.
“And that’s when Swamp Thing deflected the blow, but sent Batman flying through the air landing ass first in a pile of primordial ooze. He was covered in it. I almost missed my opportunity to swoop in and save the day cause I was laughin’ so hard, love. Thought I was goin’ to piss myself. It was great,” he said with a chuckle.
You smile and lean your head on his shoulder, staring out at the beginnings of the sunrise.
“Sounds like you have a marvelous time. I’m glad you came back unscathed though.”
He tilted his head to give you a small peck on the forehead.
“I’ll always come back to you, love. I was meant to be the thorn in your side.”
Both of you laugh at the comment, and settle into a comfortable silence.
You are well on your way to getting lost in the pink and orange hues that begin to mix with the inky black of the twilight sky, when John clears his throat. Slowly you turn back to face him and raise your eyebrow in silent question.
“I know this has probably been a pretty rotten Valentine’s Day for you, love. What with me gallivanting all over the place with The League and showing up well after the day was actually over. I want to apologize for that. Truly I do, but sitting out here with you and this Chinese takeaway has been pretty damn great. And I know we’ve done this exact same thing dozens of times before, but it’s one of my favorite things to do. Just to sit back and relax with you.
“I have come to realize that I love you so much, and I want to spend as many more nights as I am able up here on this roof staring out at the sunrise with you at my side. I’m rambling a bit, but I guess what I am trying and failing to spit out is, Y/N would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
John snaps his fingers and a small black box appears in his hand. Nestled inside is a beautiful engagement ring, a simple black opal surrounded by tiny sapphires and set in silver.
You can’t help but gasp as your eyes land on the ring. “Yes, John yes! I would love to marry you!” A giggle escapes from you as you see a huge grin spread across John’s face.
“That’s bloody fantastic!” He takes the ring out of the box and slides it onto your finger. After a second of holding your hand he leans in for a kiss. One that is so sweet and loving you don’t really know what to do with yourself other than smile into it.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, love. I hope you had a great day.”
“John, I don’t think anything could top what happened today. I love you so much.”
You lean in peck his cheek and lay your head on his shoulder. You can’t help but think how amazing it will be to spend the rest of your life with wonderful man.