Monthly Archives: January 2014

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Black Bird

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The Belt

It was 17:14:32 – just after 5pm on a Wednesday afternoon when they were caught. Hakuba – then known as James – remembered his face; wry smile stretched under freckled cheeks, brown eyes squinting in amusement. John Wells. The most perfect boy he’d ever met. Athletic, smart, tragic. They’d met at the academy three years before and, somehow, ended up in the same middle school.

Together, they explored a private world of experiments and experiences. Both of his parents worked, so it was easy to sneak in after school and huddle in the under-stairs playroom. No one needed to know that they shared an intense love, or dreams of running away to Paris, and the hope that, some day, they wouldn’t have to hide. Wouldn’t have to feel so guilty about what they did together, how they felt. 

He loved John. They needed each other. There was so much pain that needed to be erased. So many things to learn. John was safe. John was wonderful.

But… 

They didn’t hear the heavy footsteps, nearly forty-five minutes too early, until it was far too late. Their laughter masked  the closing of the front door and the door leading to the finished basement. The heat between them kept them from realizing that they were no longer alone. Really, it wasn’t until the door to their safe space was torn open, blinding them with light from the hall, that the panic fully set in. 

Had they more time, even just a minute, they could have hidden what they’d done. What they’d been doing. As it was, James stared in wide-eyed surprise as John’s father hesitated a full five seconds before he grabbed the dark-haired boy by the arm, dragging him from his grasp. Rug burns on naked skin would have been bad enough, bringing a whine of sympathy to the blonde’s throat. 

“Dad! No, it’s…”

“How could you do this to me? To your mum?! I thought we were PAST this!”

“Leave him alone!" It hurt. The yelling, the fear. It brought back too much too quickly. James pulled his trousers on and, heart in his throat, forced himself to step out and face the man. He’d seen too many people get hurt to stand by again. John didn’t deserve this.

However, as he looked between the two of them, his resolve faltered. There was pain in the man’s face. Anguish. John wore it, too. No one said anything for a moment as they let the outsider’s voice fade.

Then, without looking at him, the father gave a calm, simple command.”Get out.”

It was followed by one from John. “Do it, James… just go.” 

"But… no, you can’t do this! He’s not doing anything wrong! It’s okay!”

“JAMES, get OUT!”

To hear those words from his lover, said like that, brought heated color to his cheeks, eyes stinging from the feeling that was something between embarrassment and betrayal. He went back into the playroom, gathered his belongings, and left without another word, just as that man slipped the leather belt from the last loop of his trousers. 

The slap of it against skin and the subsequent cries reached him just before slamming the front door behind him on his way out for the last time. 

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For the Love of a Painting || kaitouxjeanne

kaitouxjeanne:

As butterscotch eyes came ever closer, Jeanne met them unflinchingly with her own violet eyes. And was it her or was the air between them getting increasingly warm..? As the detective drew himself closer to her, the thief couldn’t quite ignore just how well their bodies fit together with their exchanged words bringing them seemingly closer.

Oh, dear. The blonde’s eyes seemed to droop a little more as the distance between them grew less. Would alcohol suffice as explanation? Speaking of alcohol.. I wonder just how the champagne tastes from his lips..

Then she heard him.

It was as if a gust of icy wind had swept through her, taking away the slight dizziness and treacherous warmth. He knew. He KNEW. How could I be such an idiot?? Have I..? No. It has to be a bluff. Her cover wasn’t blown just yet!

Before Hakuba’s lips could meet with hers, she placed a finger on his lips. Her eyes were still hooded, but her mind cleared. She was the phantom thief here. As if she’d let him steal the first kiss. Wherever the game was going, the competitive thief wanted the advantage.

“My, detective, I’m both flattered and appalled. Such a handsome detective seems interested in me, but thinks I am a mere criminal?”

Jeanne didn’t wait for his answer — she reached up to him, melding their bodies even closer and pulled him down for a slow kiss, biting down on his lower lip teasingly. After a moment, she pulled away slightly look at him, the mischievous spark in her eyes brighter than ever. She reached up to caress his cheek lightly.

"So detective, it appears I’ve stolen a kiss from you. Are you going to arrest me now?”

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He could try.

To be honest, Hakuba hadn’t quite expected that turn of events. Not that he had a problem with it whatsoever; on the contrary, he was stunned by the pleasant – and rather thrilling – development. As she touched his cheek,  the young detective let a soft sigh escape him, lips parted in his lingering surprise. 

When he managed to compose himself a moment later, Hakuba gently leaned his head into her affection, taking in the caress with a grateful (and significant) glance at her eyes.

“…you cannot steal what is willingly given, mademoiselle.” The words left him with a purr, hand at her back tightening its hold. “And you’re no mere criminal, my darling… not with the proficiency for which you’ve stolen my attention. I do hope that this is some ingenious ploy; I must admit that I’m intensely fascinated by your methods.”

Truthfully, it was a bluff, but Hakuba felt confident in seeing it through. At worst, it was a mystery otaku’s attempts at wooing a woman with a surprisingly convincing James Bond act. At best, it was successfully seducing an intensely interesting mistress thief. Whether the night ended in bed or in jail, Hakuba found it inescapably difficult to mind. 

Alas, if he wasn’t careful, this particular attention that he was paying to only one suspect was sure to be noticed by his client sooner or later… Even so, he leaned in for an attempt at returning the kiss.

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References

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Scar Chart 

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(Drawn by smokebombsandmirrors – thanks again!!!)

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((I’ll probably write about these later, but he doesn’t want me to at the moment, so… yeah, I’ll come back to this at a later time. HOWEVER I can say that the animal scars were from WATSON, that cheeky bird!))

((he also wants me to specify that MOST of these scars are very thin/light; it’s just a few on his lower back that are awful.))

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❅ღ❦✿ if you please^^

MUNDAY MEME (I accidentally sent the reply privately… oops. Thankfully, gods-heretic is a sweetiepie and sent it to me again with my answers in tow! thankyoouuuu <3)

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Any sports?
Nah, not really. I like tennis, swimming, and bowling but eh. I don’t watch anything and don’t have any “teams.” I used to do dance on a team that competed, but that was years ago… that may be part of why we do Dance Central and DDR for exercise these days, though. haha.

Mottos?
I like “maa iika” from Conan… sort of “oh well,” because that’s really just life for you. Bad stuff happens all the time. What’re you gonna do about it? Gotta “ganbatte ne” anyway!
I also like Walt Disney’s “the way to get started is to quit talking and begin doing.”
Also, “life isn’t fair, but it’s fairer than death.”
…wow cheerful.

Fave Characters
Oh goodness. I adore Shinichi/Conan from DC, Shinji Ikari and Misato from Eva, Ender Wiggin from Ender’s Game, Colonel Mustang from FMA, Ittoki and Tokiya from Uta Pri, Kyoya and Tamaki from Ouran, Ran Kotobuki from Super GALS…. so many good characters ughh… oh and Raph and Leo from tmnt.. Mabel and Dipper Pines from Gravity Falls… I could go on forever, p much.

Favorite type of clothing
Scarves, maybe… or a good ladies tunic shirt… idk clothes are hard. But I like socks and sweaters and baggy jeans for sure! And tank tops are a++ too.

Thanks for the questions!

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