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Please I'm begging anyone hit me up for a Record Of Ragnarok rp if anyone interested a double up and 18+ and detail.
POV: the voice actor of the character you love is going to the same convention you are going to but you have have the money to meet them…
I am sobbing yall
Ello! new chapter of 'The Harpy And The Hunter'
bit late but yeah!!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/62533009/chapters/161643118
at some point I will give yall the ref for what Nozel looks like lol!
Oh god I’m really out of it
Almost forgot to post the the chapter and then completely forgot about saying something over here!
New Chapter of the Harpy And The Hunter!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/62533009/chapters/160047946
Just promoting my little Jack the Ripper x Nozel silva :D
This is just a silly little fic idea of it Nozel was a harpy and Jack was a hunter given the job to hunt and kill Nozel.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/62533009/chapters/160047946
OMG YALL I GOT IT!!!!! THE SONG THAT REMINDS ME OF NOZEL SILVIA X JACK THE RIPPED!!!!!
The song isssssss “your stupid face” by Kaden Mackey
Tell me I’m wrong! Definitely when it comes to the fic by nodanova15 “marriage mishap”!!!!
(I really think something is about to go downhill in the fic, I am scared lol)
(Your should read it, it’s really good, same with all their other nozelxjack fics)
Someone please help me! I am trying to remember all the nicknames that yami calls the other captains
All I can remember is prickly princess😭
Batman; Gotham by Gaslight
Within the annals of cultural, pop cultural, and historical crime, there are few whose macabre methods could reach the bloody depths that 'yours truly,' Jack the Ripper, managed to plumb.
Five brutal deaths were all it took for that deadly name to resound for Five centuries. The echo of the deed has so scarred the psyche of man that Man collectively found 'champions' of their own to face the blood-soaked beast on the battlefield of 'what if' in an attempt, perhaps, to find a semblance of cold closure on one of the most famous cold cases in history.
A murderer must be hunted by a detective, and there is no more excellent detective at DC's disposal than Batman to solve the mystery of Jack the Ripper. It is a contest between legendary figures, a Dark Knight on a quest to capture a monster, two ghosts playing a grisly game of hide-and-seek through the foggy alleys of a Victorian-era Gotham lit not by neon ...but by Gaslight.
Ironically, even though Batman is DC's greatest detective, barely any detective work is done in both the movie and the original comic it is adapted from. Any investigative work done by Batman in both mediums to uncover the identity of Jack is brushed over, and the reveal of the killer's identity had nothing to do with anything Batman had done throughout the narrative.
Ultimately, Batman is almost railroaded into solving the mystery, and the climax is somewhat underwhelming and blunts the effect of the twist reveal of Jack the Ripper's true identity.
YES. Commissioner James Gordon IS Jack the Ripper. This risky reimagining elevated this adaptation to a height that its original comic did not achieve. The twist shocked the system for any DC fan familiar with Batman's relationship with Gordon. It is also expertly hinted at throughout the film for any sharp-eyed viewer interested in a whodunit, as the narrative presented many possible suspects, but Gordon was the only one who would have fit all the facts of the mystery. The twist was further muddied by the inspired decision to design Jack the Ripper to be as angular as possible, while Gordon had a softer, more rounded silhouette.
This culminates in a climactic showdown atop a burning Ferris wheel, which was ironically begun by a knocked-over gas lamp. At the end of a brutally animated brawl, Gordon allows himself to be consumed by the fire of the burning wheel. He is a good man driven into hellfire by his hellish desires. Was he the last evil of a bygone age sacrificed for a better future? Or was he just the latest in a never-ending cycle of self-destruction, doomed to go around in a wheel until the wheel eats itself alive?
Whatever the case, Gotham by Gaslight turned a throwaway 'what if' comic story into a film that embodies everything that makes a Batman story great. The film shows that, even if lit by gas, Gotham is still a city that needs its Dark Knight, regardless of what the city deserves.
This post aged finer than the Chianti I would pair with your liver
“If I had time travel I’d kill Hitler” “If I had time travel I’d stop my favourite politician getting assassinated” you’re all thinking way too small. If I had time travel I’d stop Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin from dying on the moon due to Soviet sabotage, kicking off the Great Nuclear War and devastating half of the planet.
The Canonical Five: Mary Jane Kelly
April 02, 2023
Mary Jane Kelly is who is known as Jack the Ripper’s 5th and final canonical five victim, however, there is much less information known about her upbringing compared to the other four women.
It is believed by many that the information we do know about Mary Kelly is embellished, with her having fabricated details that are known about her early life.
The man Mary Kelly had most recently been living with before her murder was named Joseph Barnett, and he later claimed Mary had told him she was born in Limerick, Ireland around 1863 and her family had moved to Wales when she was a child.
Supposedly Mary Kelly had told an acquaintance that she had been disowned by her parents, but she was close with her sister. It was said from Joseph and Mary’s landlady that she had come from a somewhat wealthy, good family. Joseph also claimed Mary confirmed she had seven brothers and at least one sister.
Mary’s landlord, a man named John McCarthy claimed she had received mail from Ireland, but not regularly. It was also believed that Mary was illiterate, as Joseph claimed she would ask him to read her the newspaper reports of the Jack the Ripper killings.
Though it’s been reported Mary had blonde or red hair, she went by the nickname of “Black Mary” suggesting she actually had quite dark hair. She also had blue eyes and some claimed to have known her as “Fair Emma.” It is estimated that Mary stood at about 5′7″ tall, and some said she was quite attractive.
On November 10, 1888, the day after her murder,
the Daily Telegraph
described Mary as “tall, slim, fair of fresh complexion, and of attractive appearance.”
In 1879, at around the age of 16, Mary married a coal miner named Davis or Davies who ended up getting killed 2-3 years later in a mining explosion. After this, Mary lived with a cousin in Cardiff, and this is where it is believed she started being involved in sex work.
In 1884, Mary left Cardiff and moved to London, where she worked as a domestic servant while lodging in Crispin Street, Spitalfields. In 1885, it’s believed she moved to the district of Fitzrovia.
Mary eventually began working in a high class brothel in the West End of London, becoming one of the most popular girls. She did quite well for herself and bought expensive clothes and hired a carriage at this time. Supposedly Mary had met a client named Francis Craig who took her to France, but she returned to London two weeks later, not having liked the France life.
It is believed that in 1885 Mary Kelly began drinking heavily. She moved around quite a bit lodging with different women and different men around this time.
It was on April 8, 1887, that Mary Kelly met Joseph Barnett, with the pair agreeing to live with each other after only knowing one another for a day. They lived in George Street, and soon a place called Little Paternoster Row, but were evicted for not paying rent and of drunk and disorderly conduct.
In early 1888, the two moved into 13 Miller’s Court, a single room a the back of 26 Dorset Street, Spitalfields. Mary had lost her key to the door, so she would bolt and unbolt the door from outside, putting her hand through a broken window by the door. A neighbour claimed Mary had broken the window when she was drunk, and a man’s coat often was used to act as a curtain.
It was said by Mary’s friend Lizzie Albrook, that Mary was sick of how she was living in 1888 and wanted to go back to Ireland. Her landlord said that she was a quiet woman when she was sober but very noisy when drunk. When Mary was drunk she often could be abusive to people, and was nicknamed “Dark Mary.”
Joseph lost his job as a fish porter in July 1888 due to committing theft, and because of this, Mary turned back to sex work. Mary would often let other sex workers sleep in their room at night when it was really cold because she did not have it in her to refuse them shelter.
It is believed that on October 30, 1888, Joseph moved out as him and Mary got into a fight about a sex worker named Julia sharing their room with them. Between November 1 and November 8, Joseph visited Mary almost everyday, sometimes giving her money.
The last time Joseph visited Mary was between 7-8 pm on November 8, 1888. Joseph claimed Mary was with her friend, Maria Harvey and that he did not stay long. He also apologized to Mary for not having any money to give. It is reported that both Joseph and Maria left Miller’s Court at the same time.
Joseph went back to his lodging house and played cards, falling asleep around 12:30 am. Before Joseph left Mary that night, her friend Lizzie Albrook also visited. Lizzie claimed Mary was sober.
In the evening, Mary reportedly had one drink in the Ten Bells public house with a woman named Elizabeth Foster. Later on, Mary was seen drinking with two other people at the Horn of Plenty pub on Dorset Street.
A sex worker named Mary Ann Cox, who also was a resident of Miller’s Court claimed to have seen Mary going home drunk with a stout, ginger haired man, around the age of 36 at 11:45 pm. The man was wearing a black bowler felt hat, had a thick moustache, had blotches on his face and was holding a can of beer.
Mary Ann actually had spoken to Mary Kelly, they both said goodnight. Mary Kelly then entered the room with the man. Mary Ann heard her singing the song, “A Violet from Mother’s Grave.” She was still singing when Mary Ann left her place at midnight, and when she returned an hour later around 1 am.
Elizabeth Prater lived in the room directly above Mary Kelly. She reportedly went to bed at 1:30 am, and the singing had stopped.
A man named George Hutchinson who knew Mary, claimed he had met up with her around 2 am on November 9, 1888 on Flower and Dean Street. Mary had asked George for a loan of sixpence, though he claimed to be broke. George said Mary Kelly walked toward the direction Thrawl Street when she was approached by a man of “Jewish appearance.”
The man was looked to be about 34-35 years old and George said he was suspicious of him because while it did seem like Mary knew him, his appearance made him look suspicious in that particular part of town. It was also said that this man made an obvious effort to disguise his looks from George, having his hat covering over his eyes as he passed.
George provided police with a very detailed description of said man, and told them he had overheard Mary talking with the man, complaining she had lost her handkerchief, and the mysterious man gave her a red one that he had. George heard Mary say to the man, “Alright my dear, come along. You will be comfortable.” And then the two walked into 13 Miller’s Court with George following them, though George never saw either one of them again.
A laundress named Sarah Lewis also claimed she had been walking in the area to meet up with friends around 2:30 am, when she noticed two or three people standing near the Britannia pub, among the people was a nicely dressed young man with a dark moustache and he was talking to a woman.
Both the man and woman appeared to be drunk and there was a poorly dressed woman standing near them. Opposite from Miller’s Court, Sarah said she saw a stout looking shorter man standing at the entrance to the courtyard. Sarah also saw an obviously drunk woman with a man further up the courtyard.
Mary Ann returned to her room around 3 am that morning and claimed she did not hear or see any light coming from Mary Kelly’s room at the time. She did think she heard someone leaving at around 5:45 am.
Elizabeth Prater who lived in the room above Mary Kelly and Sarah Lewis who was sleeping at 2 Miller’s Court that night both reported hearing a faint cry that said “Murder!” between 3:30 and 4 am, but didn’t do anything about it because this was common to hear cries in the area. Sarah Lewis said it was only one scream so she did not think much of it. She also claimed she did not sleep that night and heard people coming and going out of the court throughout the night.
Elizabeth Prater said she left her room at 5:30 am to walk to the pub for a drink, but saw nothing out of the ordinary.
On the morning of November 9, 1888, Mary’s landlord sent his assistant to collect the rent. Mary herself was 6 weeks behind, owing 29 shillings. Shortly after 10:45 am, the assistant knocked on her door but got no response. He tried to then turn the handle, but the door was locked. He looked through the keyhole but did not see anyone in the room.
Using the broken window, he peered inside the room and found Mary Kelly, completely mutilated lying on the bed. She was estimated to have died 3-9 hours before she was discovered.
The assistant ran to tell the landlord, and then went to inform the police. The assistant immediately told the police it was the work of Jack the Ripper. A surgeon came to look at the body, and police gave orders to prevent anyone from entering or exiting the yard (I know, impressive for 1888 police work.)
Bloodhounds were sent in, but it appeared to be impractical. It appeared that women’s clothing had been burning, and authorities believed Mary Kelly’s clothes were burnt by the murderer to provide light so they could see what they were doing.
Joseph Barnett identified Mary Kelly’s body, he could only identify her by the ear and her eyes due to the severe mutilation.
The mutilation done to Mary Kelly was the most extensive of all of the Whitechapel murders, with many believing it’s due to the fact that the Ripper had more time to commit this one in a private setting.
During the autopsy it was noted that it most likely took 2 hours to perform all of the mutilations on Mary’s body, the death was further estimated to have occurred between 2 to 8 am.
Her body was found lying naked in the bed, her head turned on the left cheek. Her legs were left wide apart, the whole surface of the abdomen and thighs were removed and her abdominal cavity was emptied (but later said there was food found in it). Her breasts were cut off, her face was hacked beyond recognition, gashes occurring in all directions. Her ears were partly removed.
Her neck was cut through the skin and her other tissues were cut down to the vertebrae. Her air passage was cut at the lower part of the larynx. Her heart was taken. There was also blood splatters on the wall, lining up with her cut throat.
She had a superficial cut on her thumb, which some believe was caused while she tried to defend herself from her attacker.
It was believed during the autopsy that Mary Kelly had been killed from a slash to her throat, and the mutilations were performed after she had died. It was not believed that the murderer had any medical knowledge.
The inquest into Mary’s death began on November 12, 1888. After testimony, the jury had a short deliberation and the verdict was that Mary Kelly had been murdered by a person or persons unknown.
Police did house to house questioning trying to get answers as to who murdered Mary Kelly. A few people claimed to have seen Mary on the morning of November 9, after she had supposedly been murdered, though police could not find anyone to corroborate those sightings, as well as the descriptions of Mary didn’t match.
On November 10, 1888, Mary’s murder was linked to four other murders: Mary Ann Nicholas, Annie Chapman, Elizabeth Stride, and Catherine Eddowes. There was also an offender profile made, which stated the killer was an eccentric person, who was in an extreme state of satyriasis while performing the mutilations on Mary and the four previous victims.
There were no other similar murders after Mary Kelly’s and a lot of people believe she was the final victim of Jack the Ripper. Most believe these Whitechapel murders ended due to the killer dying or going to prison.
Over 100 years after the Whitechapel murders, two authors named Paul Harrison and Bruce Paley theorized that Joseph Barnett, Mary’s partner, had actually murdered her during a jealous rage. They took the theory farther, stating that perhaps Joseph also murdered the other 4 canonical five, trying to scare Mary from engaging in sex work.
Others believe Joseph did kill Mary, but only Mary and had tried to make it look like a Jack the Ripper killing to avoid being captured. The fact that Mary was found lying naked on her bed, with her clothes folded on a chair leads many to believe that her killer was someone she knew or who she thought was a client.
Some people do not believe Mary Kelly was a victim of Jack the Ripper at all. Mary was assumed to be around 25 years old, much younger than the other victims who had all been in their 40′s. Also, her mutilations were more extensive than the other four, she was killed in a private location and her murder occurred 5 weeks from the previous killings which had all occurred within a month.
In 1939, author William Stewart theorized that Mary might have been killed by a midwife, “Jill the Ripper” in which Mary was going to have an abortion. Stewart believed perhaps the midwife had burned her own clothes, putting on Mary’s and that’s why people the next morning believed they saw Mary after she had been killed.
Mary Kelly was buried on November 19, 1888 in St Patrick’s Roman Catholic Cemetery in Leytonstone. None of her family members could be found to attend her funeral. The inscription on her grave reads, “In loving memory of Marie Jeanette Kelly. None but the lonely hearts can know my sadness. Love lives forever.”
This was an artfight attack I did on @katiethedane12 of her charcters Farold, Casey and the coffee cat there with the adorable stain. And his other cats. Black one is named Echo. The brown one might be Jack the Ripper or Dr. Bell and he has another cat who has the other name that the cat in the picture doesn't have but katie hasn't decided who gets which name. So. Oh well
Long story short I was half asleep and went full crackhead this started out with the Raidens then my fiance got involved giving me ideas about sailor moon monsoon and armstrong and well-
Look who Waver bought with him!! I really needed a 5 ⭐ assassin. Also got Sabermuid with a ticket!
My catalyst? IDK but my Dad said Good Luck on your game
After me re-reading Record of Ragnarok so many times, round 4 will always be one of my favourites
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OMG, I love this so much. Thanks you so much for the reply back I love it so much dude thank you!!!!!!!!
uhhhhh follow me if you like black clover I drew the captains in my style a while back
Yami and rill look awesome. Actually they are all amazing in there own way!!!!!! But rill looks so cute to me!!!!!!!!! Yami looks like a dad. I he might as well be one.
uhhhhh follow me if you like black clover I drew the captains in my style a while back
I’m watching Record of Ragnarok and who was gonna tell me that Jack the Ripper is in here??? ALSO HIS WEAPON IS A PAIR OF SCISSORS ???!?!?
just to be clear: i started writing a screenplay
there's something fascinating about how tarantino describes his storytelling process and artistic vision. the way he articulates the deliberate choices he makes and the importance of their effect demonstrates the depth of his understanding as a director and writer. he gets you think about his work, analyze the various possibilities with the freedom to draw your own conclusions, and even seek it out again to view it through a new lens, which is probably the best reception to get from audiences. he said that wanted people to watch his movies and be inspired to make their own and he absolutely nailed it. massive respect
Gunthorpe Street, ehemals George Yard. Mordschauplatz von Martha Tabram. Hier geht's zur virtuelle Tour durch Whitechapel: http://www.tanyaherig.de/2014/06/13/virtuelle-whitechapel-tour-teil-2/
Kidnapping of a Nobblewoman
William James Moriarty x female!reader
Word count: 1.8k
Warning:kidnapping, kind of SA, but not really idk? There is touchung without consent, blood, death, fluff at the end
Summary:You are supposed to accompany William to the University in Durham when something happens that the Criminal Mastermind didn't expect...
Masterlist
"Y/N, please hurry up," William said, looking at me encouragingly.
"I'm coming," I replied softly.
We were standing at the station waiting for the train to Durham.
William had a lecture there and I was to accompany him.
"The train should be here any minute," Will added, letting his gaze wander over the train tracks.
"I think I left my book on the bench," I mumbled, looking at him, "I'll be right back."
William nodded, "Be careful!"
I rushed back to the bench we were sitting on and yes, my book was still there.
I quickly took it and wanted to run back to Will.
But as I walked past a small alley, I could hear faint calls.
"Help!?" It was difficult to understand but clearly audible.
I hesitated, Will was standing merely ten meters away. I could get to him, but something in me stopped me.
I gripped my book tightly and headed down the alley.
"Hello?" I asked hesitantly. It was pretty dark here even though it was the middle of the day.
suddenly a tall man stepped out of the darkness.
I took a step back, startled.
He looked quite poor, wore normal peasant clothes and looked at me intently.
"Sorry," he said.
"Are you Lady Y/L/N, Earl Moriarty's fiancée?" he asked politely.
"That's me," I said confused, "Who are you?"
"Grab her," he whispered, and suddenly two big guys with daggers appeared behind him.
One grabbed my arm, but I dodged, having learned how to fight.
but I wasn't fast enough, he caught my wrist and pulled me to the alley.
"William!?" I yelled and watched him turn to me in shock before the kidnapper put his hand over my mouth and held a dagger to my throat.
"Shut up!" he muttered while his accomplice tied my hands.
"Y/N!?" I heard Will shout, but he was bumped into by someone who passed him and fell to the ground.
the kidnappers continued to drag me down the alley to a carriage and just as William got to his feet we drove off and he lost sight of us.
"Release me!" I yelled, trying to kick, but one of the kidnappers grabbed my neck and painfully dug his fingertips into my skin.
"You shut up, got it?" He raised a knife.
I weighed my chances. unfortunately there wasn't much escape, so I nodded and he lowered the knife.
His buddy took a piece of cloth and tied it over my eyes.
"Now shut up, little mouse"
"That wasn't one of our plans, Louis," William said to his brother, looking at him intently, "Y/N was kidnapped!"
His brother just looked down in silence, after all he knew William's fiancée and loved her like a sister.
"We'll find her," Moran interfered, who now entered the room with Fred and Bond.
"I'll start looking right away," Fred added and was gone again.
fear for his beloved was written all over William's face and everyone present knew that it would be difficult for him to keep a cool head and make a plan now.
"William," Louis said calmly, "We'll find her, but when we do, we'll need a plan."
he looked at him meaningfully.
"Yes,"William whispered and jumped up, "I already have an idea. Where's Albert?"
"Wake up," I felt cold water being splashed on my face.
Someone roughly pulled me to my feet and tore off the blindfold.
"you're going to the boss," he murmured, tugging at my arm until I gave in and followed him.
They took me to a large room with floor to ceiling windows, it was already night and the moonlight shone on the dirty floor.
"Lady Y/L/N!" a voice called out of the darkness, "Soon to be Lady Moriarty, won't you?"
You could hear the glee as he stepped out of the darkness.
"May I introduce myself?" he said politely and walked to a small side table next to the sofa and armchair.
"I'm Count Albus," he took a sip of tea, "and I'm facing bankruptcy."
I had to laugh.
"What's so funny? Does my suffering amuse you?" he scoffed, all niceties faded.
"No," I said quietly, "I'm amused that you squandered too much money on hunting children and thus led to your own downfall."
He looked at me angrily. I watched as he put the cup back and walked toward me. He raised his hand and raised his hand to punch.
the left side of my face felt numb after he finished.
I let my head hang low in pain, but he tugged at my hair and grabbed my head forcefully.
I looked into his eyes.
"Now listen to me! You and your fiancée together have enough money to fund all of London"
"So you want to blackmail him?" I suggested.
He slapped me one more time, before grabbing my hair again.
I felt a bruise forming on my lower lip and blood running down my chin.
"Unfortunately, yes," he whispered, eyeing me, "Right now, a ransom note is being sent to Lord Moriarty."
"Well, you'll have to wait a long time for an answer," I replied.
"He'll answer, I'm sure of that," he let go of me, "He loves you, truly. something very honorable and yet..."
The Count looked at me intently.
"Let's get down to the pastime," he murmured, hurrying toward me.
He roughly grabbed my neck and then pressed his lips to mine.
I tried to fight back, but his grip was unbreakable and he pinned me down.
finally Albus broke away. He licked his lips greedily. Blood on his own face now. My blood
"This is going to be fun," he murmured, kneeling in front of me. Since I was tied to a chair, there wasn't much of an escape from him.
This time he placed his hand on the back of my neck, his fingertips playing with my hair, which was now cascading in long waves over my shoulders.
Suddenly he roughly grabbed the back of my head and pulled my head to the side so he could have more access to my neck.
without warning, he quickly kissed up my neck to the nape of my neck. I writhed in disgust, but couldn't do anything.
"Well," whispered Albus, "Calm down, lady."
The kisses grew longer and more painful, he literally bit down and I felt his other hand wander to my waist.
Suddenly a shot rang out and a window to our right shattered.
Albus backed away, startled. I breathed a sigh of relief. Will and the others had to be there.
"That's it then," I muttered as more shots rang out and Albus' men screamed.
two rushed in but they promptly went down, Two bullets to the back of the head.
"What's going on here?" Albus asked, puzzled.
"Scotland Yard!" someone shouted from outside.
"Damn," Albus had gone completely insane now, he grabbed a dagger with an ornate hilt and ran towards me.
He untied my bonds, but before I could escape, he grabbed my arm and pulled me along.
"William!?" I yelled as he pulled me with him, the dagger pointed at my throat.
Immediately afterwards the door burst open.
william was standing in front of us, holding a crowbar in his hand.
A grin crept onto my face, he had found me.
"Count Albus," Will said politely.
"I am asking you to drop the dagger, please"
but Albus only pressed the blade harder against my throat, causing a drop of blood to roll down my neck.
"Back off!! " he shouted.
"Sorry," William whispered, lifting the crowbar, "You chose the hard way!"
he came up to us: "And now take your hands off my fiancée "
Leaping forward, he deftly slashed at Albus, causing him to drop the dagger.
I quickly jumped to the side as William swung again and hit Albus on the forehead. Immediately he fell to the ground.
from then on all hell broke loose.
Moran and Albert burst in, along with three of Albus' people. But they were shot immediately, since two members of MI6 also came along.
When the shooting started, William immediately pulled me towards him and protected me with his body.
"William!?" I yelled and we backed away.
"Y/N, are you alright?" Will asked worried.
"Yes," I whispered as he pulled me close and wrapped his arms around me.
I looked around. Dead bodies lay everywhere, five of Albus' people, all with a bullets between the eyes. and Albus himself, lying in front of the sofa, head smashed and blood dripping from his forehead.
"Y/N?!"
I took my eyes off the bodies and looked at William.
"Oh god, Will," I mumbled, burying my face in his shoulder.
Lady Moriarty kidnapped: Count Albus scandal solved
I read today's newspaper with an amused look and realized that this unexpected incident could still help us in our project.
"What makes you so happy, love?" William came up behind me and leaned his elbows on the back of the chair.
"It turned out to be a good thing, Will," I murmured, smiling at him.
He smiled back cautiously.
He slowly raised his hand and gently pushed my hair aside. There were still a few bruises there.
I caught William's worried look.
I quickly grabbed his hand: "I'm fine"
I looked up at him.
"Will?" I asked confused as he got up and walked around the chair. He slowly knelt down in front of it.
"Y/N", he literally put his hands on mine, of course he didn't miss the fact that my wrists were still bruised.
"I love you," he continued, "And nothing in the world is ever going to change that. I'm sorry that I was careless and let this happen. I should have come with you"
He sighed and looked down.
"William," I put my hand on his cheek and gently lifted his head so he was looking at me, "None of this is your fault, got it? If anyone has been careless, it's me. You saved me and I am eternally grateful to you for that. I love you too Will and it will always be"
A grin crept onto his face now.
He cautiously approached me, but I immediately pulled him towards me by his tie and pressed my lips to his.
he happily pulled me onto his lap.
"Will!?" I yelled as we both fell to the ground. Suddenly I was on top of him. But he wrapped his hands around my waist and rolled us over so he was now laying on top of me.
"Will?" I laughed as he began planting feathery kisses down my neck, careful not to hurt me.
"I love you Y/N," he murmured into the back of my neck.
"I love you too, Will," I replied, running my fingers through his long blonde hair, "And only you."