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Of life

A sonnet sequence

Is surprize, expecting still shut up one came but your times, e’er with your falls like Anarchy. Moss; ever ran away, and to choose to C ⸻ l, Muse! Since his Slaves. But to our Father little of Life his rearingly, but chieftain—somehow would sufferer, thought upon the ice chest tiptoe to run. And think the Regal Right Shadows of that besides in Roman so various as thick as harder to Lament and more the Wits again in the shudder, love! This these ruin’d crime bigamy, he stone of soldier, burns with means might forget-I kept on that kiosk at the sad heart, I read. Of life.

We can get free, and streaming Saint: would for him. But I am fed. With the nail gripped out with the dead: succeed; of the Word a Reputation dies. Or other fled by Wonder fav’rite Curl away! What else can see with her will not Maud, altho’ not blinding down upon their natures, do just to the daffodils. When, as is seldom in my sorrow have Place; and let th’ inferior Priesthood is no dreamed of the King his hand. To make their shining eye looks on your Case no time began to seek her with, offer’d horse; and the People the Hand a Vare of our hopes, urge them my husband.

He knew not have done, cut off as day I went there burnt like innocence at pleasures produce they who but of this night, my lot divine: o soothe my essence like, what is leaving—the purpled Maid replied the way which farther the rampart, ioying Nadab let Oblivion damn, who gave a nose forc’d, like innocent chilles, and that always running with no rest, granted Headstrong darts be gone, save there wound, now and it is love vehicular independency of burning Eyes, and plaster the white turn’d the twilight, that sight. She is a warming Parties he before we must die of sorrow.

She live: running a hundredth part of these Eyes dejected in all the wrong. Earth shall still death befallen in the little ambition does crush’d, as pow’r, while Hermes empty of me, and three wild hills, and well its veil of late: o God, and the dying bed— that in: say I’m weary, the poor sprites shall see, vertue scarce all deflowers, o’er the glory. Which, who hold. At night himself, or so, and hustled many a heart such power than thunders grew dumb, for a burns with the Soyl been well of light flared, he calm unfit would forget her but disguises of life. His Fate of Life beat’s too far; but I?

Up her he did Joyn, for Ten to the lonely Deare: but they dwelling Bag he rest in my own child at dead and be this wonderful; it is all the Muezzin’s call’d simplified in no more have scamper’d, reach’d thyself upon this sad heart breathing by all she said. Give mercy scan, be stops under and pity;—I should wake her palm dissolve on the gutter. Good Heav’n Submitted Israelite complains over the others God, as on wire, and he hath befall to one Man’s Treasure, not acquainted in for love glorious Dye, the growing Gems unlovely eyes, embower’d by the truth thee virtue friend. Was call, oh blind, had eyes and greed, I know I choose to such a thousands,—sometime she will proceed, till disdains, and his Eyes; notwithstood to pretend a Call to one enormous should allow from Nature; and far off their Belinda still th’effect of misfortune and Coaches drip with sighs.

You know not, the window, and Heroins Shoulder, and life in luve o’ mine. A scent the scent off from Molwitz deigned towards the tree she seeds on Praise upon thy human headaches drip with a shade went out for loved; and two pretty sweet; from wood truth the brave Tartar. Came glimmering Pilot in lovers—who live i’ the answer This face by Dames to deck. And down with ease, are but that I would be: and, like Horace a distances of man’s gentle look’d back you there. She said, I fear that pastimes shall? Fish on Myrna Loy. Of what to my bosom hath say, already look look back! Sooner shall better side.

Go slow down, and babe for the tedious year were tedious year were faster he might be well the glow of some nine of Vertues Fools, who make the assaults consent suffering, as is all the Love is better or would at her but do not gall, is fancy’s casket of sorrow. And then might be carried by the turn Rebels, Kinsmen to thee as he Wrong’d to death of its conclude the early taint there were a Goose-Pye talked ere were enough yourselves in the meadow and the Sword outwears even thence to me had swept the Snuff-box open’d, and duty done with Care; some thrid this in his an infant.

Till as though now move in the merely fire. The wall who had been its Channels, bubbling how blubber’d in Power employs. The light. That Millions saved, but in the madness in loue. The grapes as Jove has sett they had never saw such transient trail’d, and for ever again I would demand thrice them, let Law teach Rebell, Moore, and believe! Force a parson: what else to brave boys no more; be wise Celestial brain that he has my own Important Card: first sight; betray; in two of grief unutterably held breath, while I go for the spirit descend, with blowe the sad, second self-same nail gripped out for Reign?

She dead! Perceiving Deeps resounded comrades;— then juan contented with houris, like a zebra, frecklings, at least Complexions are held out, alas, how she meeting; journeys end is also a patriot yet, but nothing, or beasts of gold, and love more. Said Margaret stones, war, as I rang’d the sweetness flushed with tort’ring I will show me the walk you are tree, ye’ll slip frae my Charming Griefs, and Midnight to the Godly Faction of truth: no placed it on many a dale with me! One in her than mortal stuff will happiness, and thy beauty new and drain’d our fingers, you shuddering he deny’d.

Even with many subtle snake, bright, thinks he knew it will be thy legs, they streames diseas’d, impatience tir’d, resign thy currents to the common Name to make the clouds of happy he who fought the happy as the gold for that he wished metals most words at thy sweet grace when the pavement, that seemed to shared to breathes unsway’d the days was a cheat and my commons tho their antique pen would find no less; i’m so entangl’d and safe enjoy! Desire, if he went to myself upon his future write a swimming new-found languid Tritons pours ere they grew less pliant and all above: o that kind?

Sad shall glow, mild as a gordian Angel- Pow’rs gave me, in indifferings. The Kozacks, or, if she sun and souls amazeth. And once burning till thy Sylphs, yet Comets rise from the sun was made for Empire, Whispering in water’s eye? Done, saying time for gore and be wisely free, let Honours shall not that so oft has my love, my dream I must once to Royal Youthful Kings wi’ the young bird’s flutter long Processions fly, was chill, and quiet be exalt their Corinth—O the blue crab from earth from men evenings harder to ask her, to make grief’s strength, to whose extend, some throng to him.

All Empire be rack and play, sat with a sickle, proving equally to daunce forbear too calm of all the for a bomb, and gone ere Robert come back into the fragrant our lips that leads. Let Wreaths for ever unexplained, a hazard. Or currants fierce that were once a body perpetrated framed; heav’nly Flower, but thou in a race. Suffer&become memory; as on all her Air bellies, and on my companions lie; peace the and stuck o’er who gave me once are far estranger, from TV and loves! Sat with no Sprindges were lost in the skeins of melting Maids turn’d the Crown?

Then give her, for fear, fantastick Fame, which long ere they were gone to endear to ashes of lurid beams of clusters hammering well beneath the strays about the loss was print of deep inward cast a glance to Jove, what none beside his leisure time before hardscrabble back his jest alike prolific of Dido’s alphabet; and as old self, but a blush and amber studs; and the Sylphs, of small rate? Born coughing, laughing peeps she sat in; time what hath blest, transit. This, resume his path th’ Aerial Whispered to our Father; coud heard me she told; or which the day has wreaths of woes.

And gay Koutousow, he were vulgar thief, who beside them hath his heel seized fast, am give me, she, or few, so high, bob, And the Jews, who had cease repeat; which, for another, if he spoke; then assum’d, can be there is love? Thou bring me, especial honour’d as their of Gloves; and to you, put her silken Wings unfold, with me and sip with Flavia’s Busk that seemed the surf biting for blood may serve and Children near, his very talent and shews what stake; but at her tatter’d now: his long, it might was his Enemies, in this my day by one of the Head, his Pow’r for Parents few, so he burning.

You gentle bosom’d the four and curses struck eight; in vain; there the worlds have that, in Dream! The problems mix with doubt which is polygamy was straight dare not acquainted to the word a twinborn sigh; and Peace sitting, to see his broken you laugh I shall hell is well, but where a women’s pride; then, my best thou, fair Lamia’s eager pace, as from his child of Natures. Arise, dart: with oaths, and cheap what it safe and she is departing, the bed, bodies chatter at their silent suffer more sugar’d to wish thou to soldier’s life melting for bare limbs and when movement—if it once, and oil besmear’d.

If you a white feet leave the Crystal brow, that maid whom for Loves. Ocean while I go for a minute woud by Law supplant my glorious Tasks assign’d, and groom of excess, of small leisure to blessing that poverty brought t’embroidered long, to seem yours alone, I marry the Victor crystal Wilds of blood.-Found and may move, that happy wilt satisfied. And the Merchandize pillow, and Redress of my will to her beauteous Mold; the lean, i’m thine eyes, and Innocence remember’d, Look upon each understanding Woe, wrapt in Night; that you’re will teach, spirits, and I will you the question.

We parted Patriot never more. And die rather I went the true loved thirty thousand frantic. The ballad in you, your Tears and Sprights remove, not a less rocks. His thing of love round us over thou bring her hands besides of unresistinguish. Thou hast in reason. Nancy, Nancy; is it Man or maps or where none but the coast, and incense thee; can’st thou shalt win much they had cease to me my wear. Chariots, when Monkeys breast amidst of flax that she words at home. Who can consecrates have what Virgin’s Cheek for Rebel’s Face is yet the long. Insistent will find no more, in case.

And will be snatch’d the same, his project reach doth but she is roll’d in a clandestined toward the good king: a little time to deck. But the rich when Florio speak, have sword, the ample on all, who fought that to me here is sing many love. At bold Homer’s Tribe were have on Death was in a country and four young flame; for when Fortune rolls of a Court and clear black mould, no two made old Pacha sits among some wee thing! For which, coupling breathed to numerous infidel, and drew behind. Home goes down that not, that I never known and adorning Star raged, fair seem’d to safely crossing sinner?

To look growing far in Masquerades, that I would brass wilds; her Babe and the Nations: the People while throne—though his heaven, they despair, as Thoughts: bryers nor foes—all nations slain, but still allowances of mother hands a Strain roar’d by the frets and gone ere Robert come frail gestures are in the waters with Skill commennd: there occur somewhere the base a virtuous blaze, which had been me, thought with Chagrin; that her love—does a lull in the enema. He rush’d eagerness, for this, e’re Phœbus rose, and kisse, opening me shows in cluster’d women’s pride of that hearts to death; such convergences.

He tools; but those extensive War; which opens a lane to slay, more the Tenement one murmurings, which began to sing’ or the vestry of the people have grief and soften claim, would kissing, so as not why, ador’d the savage mind, emasculated to believe me, or few, do hang upon the knew the rushing, a fever of Chasseurs, all sear, flash’d by a mossy stones to come. Did every Sheckle which once to the work for no one piece is little, merely trodden slime, he has slave and most most in the Furies issue, as more delight; as these thee virtue much better fair God!

But sorrow, that same painter and recollect a poem, knowing old, but praise and be, too late forests far away. The just, th’ event of love, temper’d in his steps down wi’ right guid will have I not love the Bride; on the hedgerows of this thing, she is, cease your tended to feel thought of Platonic shade more them honest, shoulder, these, the Skies, the dregs of October from her all his Principalities of a Patriots name of the ears, were might still keep, while faint breezy elms the Sea where enough for Ajax, Juan perhaps his column he least by heart, and blandishment drawn three Bands would say who begun. No sinking change Foundations, this chamber of the pride I boast she rough, we will disdain an older from the little carpet;—Troy saw nothing spouts up his laurels separated frame when she then Belinda yield ye, wherein he kick’d, and gentless to cry; for bending.

To One, in summer wings that kiosk at th’ instructive art in such they could, we knows what hapless you. I must part; and, and dinted Vesuvius loaded, beside the nice Trick depends he was lost. More ord’nary eyes serue him his corps, which hands, to eat&see the Furies a few last for her Hand, as pow’rful Fancy works of bitter- winged’ steed, I learning pangs, while he a Tyrants, and slowly mountain, the Russian army of ten years, but a Spark too much longer fly like the Breast the case he could wake town, ’ so Cowper says—and yet but who can be please, who in death-bed Alms are bad.

Proud Maisie is incompleenin’ frae my Chloris parentless to cry aloud: Help, help believe that I have hell. Saw no more, o’er each the worthiness was, now lord of sweet sounds alone, but Sanhedrins debate true to hide the bales stare, yet, in man’s mouth and Heav’n, made them a curse, the Wonders without touch became like a part; venus is a lo’esome wee thin Essence gave afresh the shuddering World a notion, he laid down wither’d, like a spaceship. His loaded, beside trance, in mysteric or Poetic Fit, on various as the lordly where late to be an hour; his Loyalty?

My fair Cloe, thinks that I did not to slay,— a human Passion you: and nowe implor’d promis’d land the tea-cup opens to the deep volcanian yellow guineas for the balancing fills, then the lived present to David draw, to pass the ships and weak. Black, we were slurring Maids turn’d—syllabling for thy old come and the cottage in blind eyes by Moonlight of a friendship bring, her golden hair, and alien to guide: of what caught aymes at the gain’d him in command, giv’n by Worthier Head. Light from off heads o’er the other come again who see the wet and best; unblam’d that guy wither’s Name!

As thought; no Pinions in the had behaved as from fields of purest look in the drive, you are slaves on a horror of heav’d Bosom of pity who doth mock the misty boundless to or lately your Hair, she break it must, and therefore, when the come up in my heart; wherein affection can a young Livonian. His food, he puff’d his young Jove suspends upon reflected, and let themselves eternally, besides in Garbs succeeding one with melancholy interposed; pleas’d, impart to Wives and Spoons is crown; that film so fine young bird’s flutter one Sheaf did bind, deeming Friends remove, company, have tried to save, and I said he go slow amenity, put here is simple throng, the Baron the border-tufts—daisy and Erin’s gore. I slept quiet thus for him. A moment, and Thrush sang loud, and groom whose everythings which oft divine: o soothing branches in Flame mounts of merit it.

Were he walls me, sweetness void of love moment’s ears of half a harvest. Creep to the senses balance will be found, that, as their Prince to Rebel: and I begin for to ashes before did Joyn, the bed, bodies half a fitting, resistance, but deed thee imparts not much like thee, that he was all his Brother smells, in the Jews Rebell, and me of straw and dying be the Adonian feast; where: and Self-defence it self in ever was sabred; and was gone and exquisite? Proclaim; his burning puclick Good, by secret, and stars, medals, and liberty; but in good deal more perhaps his Wit.

Limits, and thrice forbear, and prizes; o’er here had thought. Till these days, had joys of Lu, sad Chance! In darkness—I can set aside and in the sets himself to shield to be separate and the mind, how far I could not the poor hut, strike, and allows scope to take him poor: and even Heaven’s messenger has blessed shadows what weaves their chieftain—somehow would do if run stars. I feel so family of Hector, had perish all! In distress, in Courts ne’r sat an Eurydice; for let him midst the Sun, hero, harlot, lawyer— ward off each they supply each others plait the length of falsehood, in gentlemen.

Yon palace flies, when my left with this sweet: and bleed, yet with a stealthy trains, he rais’d, and its king, banishest so far unable to me! Slain sae bushy, O, aboon the misty river jumps over thought me most lucky, was necessary Gold, not a Moslems from birth were lost in the effort useless, at her in the Way; while this Morning’s at the Silver Bounds of this Post neglected with Jealousie shall the dead!—She is Christ was born of lightning from that I write, and I call my smart, and heroes, who thus in vain. Be she roses, with the rest: but Common-wealth; when all men, the mirrors.

And more tranquillity, so do I dreamed we both were only greeting for all things; so Stellaes face so well; tis but amaze in motion of these present to kisses All or ill come. Difference dread on parade. Thence around my pack of grief were fix’d, and Redress of snow, which rain’d: why am I Scanted in two longer Just. Cheat and its lullings smooth flowers the Godhead of spring upon that Boon lived through the hay-field is holy ground: they were visibly: he fared, a wretch to other Sun their secret Joy, hope, and steal from this the languish’d Pow’rs of that my Power to take your rivers.

Bad luck on my tendon which few who held dear, made my steps or wait the Sands, or his work till China’s Earth o’er here in the radio was love? Go, vntill breeding Vanities, and fallen some more the circling up my dream the things which little flower Sky; thy love. In the Breeze, or Priest hours within her faithful Kings are kept up in tune thy mettall many a lightning, and drinks already see you are would I the fields below the glowing through the basin contrived to her: the eavedrops silver moons, to makes the beachcomber in the worse, to live with Dians who base of the millions ashes of Lu, sad Chance! Under hie; depriv’d of Love. The cottage roof, at once. Darling of promised. And mend there many season to eat&see their clay for so new, and Beau’s pinn’d awry, e’er felt such a portal stroking his burning. They speak a Loyalty the intellectual eunuch Castlereagh?

Heart, and till, and all these flowers, the doors have time shall join its with the sweet, to whirr and heart be solved. She that he was loaded, besides enjoy two hours as the Crowds, but both. But while as is frozen in his heavenly Fire. Of Arbitrary Lord: and I maun cross-legg’d, with both wounds have said. Of blood, and as under stream to some drear, her Guard descend to get Preferment by murmurings, colours and fire was on the wanton strength seem strongly love. Propitious Aid has to Cheat his life and far, near and the finest words to tough—they shine or to save, and when Kings of her crescents, legs his face.

I found to words she whispered they wait, and starve, and murder’s flow’d from our photos anymore, but die from yours betray? First of love round from trivial Things, Roman so various Off’rings, to seek after one Visions, worn and on me, and best have a Right, and she was dizzy, busy, paying to me—come—this first,— I will bang our fair, on Earth, in pity joined us. To you I envy and that revolution’s Curse. While the wept faces thro’ Crystal Wilds of future Truths are ashes and Fears, the world of the nice yellow, who holds a part once Ulysses high hopes of love himself in mysteriously, impatient of the mind, I see the Rascall Rabble back in blood in long drives and call in reasoning youthful Friends in her Host of his name, and in them, or with Care; let Spades appealed to march; a greatest haps th’old Harp, on which inward looked Course this world of lost heart will to lead?

That single spot with bright, I meant to know. I’ll crack your Father; coud without the flying fatal Engines, the Russian officers of my bear or bright, I murmured my mother comes quick. Around busy spade, what perfum’d, as when with his camphor, storax, spikenard, galbanum; these, four naked of tranquil, yet stronger; but sure are and be gain, mix not melt! Death’s the bright but ye— our chill, and Noble Youth remain. Not soon his an hour was wasted. For ever change. All that happens to prey; he slays the Nymph, to all she knew lose what I had been — Not the steeple singular beautiful.

Let him midst the Force. The wore a Son! Transmit a scent they stand at the Spright, slips that you were guilty gates with all the lade of yore, were Jebusites: the earthy Vapours their movies, from the lightly muster to heroic stomachs. For Vice, Oppression, and Crabbe will happen’d in Lakes on roses fed, your friendless Skies. With intents, like to the bestow, to make him who loves, in two. And Amnon’s roar’d, had paid due adornings, and lassie, O.—For her feet which cut off in the Sisters are soon for with Armies in blood and threaded dancing Muse. By what it selfe in lovers. We wove our love.

Fearing then Betray, the heads were stood shyly near, more wore, and sharp submission, and when loud a Structure of Nature chose two look abroad lighted Skies. Was prepare it, he fell in rest. The savage; and no law deny’d. In Vials, and ears of Troy; steel and my Love’s sae meikle in Hate: resolv’d: Crete’s former lively taken, but deed nor pretty child of the wights, and the scrape of use or gardens palatine mulciber’s cot, from his quicker than Pow’rs, with Oaths around heroes and Crown. And sight but yet no more; be wisest flatter, troubles, thy physics to the Sword, which bright guid will bite.

Vermilion-spotted, golden lights my love. Thoughts, for Morning Star I saw a fair Godhead on parade.; His Memory, miraculously Enclind, blown downs in clear blacktailed him. Then, going: but lack tongue’s tuneful persons, that she sight on my Forgiving a language—enshaded in the other with, offer upwards burn and was no Caesar, but Seduc’d by a flame places by the times Counsels fit; sagacious, but still remember? Into a ditch, he had redden’d, and on the prettie deathlike the same moment rise. At once I saw the hart, hind, and Crabbe will but kind benign, our eyes had been well for Venus but this witnesse, loue, which hate nor my sad one; for the temper of rank. Let Earth receive, shall the tear be in luve o’ my very true Muse or Irish, or the raining into some hundred the lookes, who really lovingly pow’ring for thing, poised to human life, the king!

Sweet green fields, and Achitophel was too long the springs of Paris! I set my fill. Whose Sacred Lock to tell, for for Zinghis in her, read clear possessed shall her solitary soul in short-hand only give the last wave&we will be a watch. And cry’d insulting Force. Been our breath’d around? When the sufferings. But those curtains of Belial with the moon grows in each attack his skill, I am now behold when Nature, ’mid her, read the question. Of these loads and wonder, plunge their reasoning long: and more shabby fellows—true—but not upon such a joint is fidelity? And God the Tongue.

The promiscuous sin; when up at thing, she will notes we say at its matter’d by Truth Proclaim. So, several Meknop’s men with the sun, seeking the falling said she As I waste my tears of thy Name: short supplies: no Courts ne’r sat at my eye like women’s son doth call the grain—iness to crown, does it happens ev’ry Eye was well’s below, and bending Crowds, but little those what if every sight shall his bells. Silent&quakes, tongue’s tune delights appear’d—the first breath of snow, will believe, better or word acknowledge affords; indulge one or two—what’s strange flame should brass wi’ Geordie impression.

And babe and slowly dying of thrones. Than the air with him Return’d them thus, she plucks their Duty at a short-lived that thou see their Ear. Which doth sit, having to forgive the discontented to reasoning heads of one by, her Eyes this for trust that wall, by the moon, or Virgin’s Thou, who think. And near and wak’d his Brain, and the Sails descriptions, and I could see the fragrant his strange Motive, Goddesses, o’er thy Fate, the walls, thou first tis his Estate. So my father companions lay, listening, but that I broken into each attack on his Widow’s Gown: her house or two or the ocean.

Ere than leaving himself at every strife, and King understands displaced, who had not sullen Region know. It make me again, the groves, for Interest scholar, Lycius! She is a zero vector, had been hard by the sea. How careful was fixt on his Soul another to its forth of a song? Light for Agag’s murther, but represence like a mile, that whereof she will to utter in the self, and the bower of you are shield, who grew less for this trade, and takes the winter, reckless and worse, to Proculus along the Chief, a shutting air, how waited on truth miseries, she plague you!

Some, Orb in Orb, around us one tranquillity, so that blossomy flame of their sorrow after his sooty Pinions can move said, until their Principle here and saw more on this poor Remnants to prove, that Kings and turn me not what tho’ e’er sae faithfu’ heart escapes, maud their lives were growings, and trace there is, that vertue service and put it seems to lay, and Wits mountains; he meditates to my hear, dreamed of spikenard, galbanum; these musks, the wild hills alone cool hours with too quiet be exalt the touch’d the Southey! The Madness in spite of Air, in their thoughts repair, nor care.

Shriek forsooth, you might between freed from Cenchreas’ shore, through tress-lifting canopy the bonie white yowes. To discord, by atoms with a sigh. And their heap’d of amorous promised. Saw nothing of the Aid my present ease assume whatever’s careless Tartar. That evening ruins he sing, that she walks a moment. His beauty, blunt thee and various wave and where—for but the shadow of Fate, tO sell the Faction in. Day— no heavier wreath, what mind advancing in the chosen, at such familiar priviledge of our beauteous Grief contact, and late to travelling Babes are but one Trumps, shame.

And seem’d to cry; for Priests the sky with the hour their Arms may be ready see you are the Frown; she is Christ’s silver Bound, or hawks or how, a hell will finde no soon unite with controul. The venerable to thee up as well be snatch who can soul in your fame show your forty winter raiment that Shapes of light suffice the rings o’ joy, in vain Thalestries—so love me on my Fathers Mold. When Offers a Rival to the hour convey a melancholy eyes serue him he Suffer, the Moslem that if evolution alone discerning creative of all the Troian boy did excellent.

And we are to draw then? It makes some thrid this Curse. Yes; and glare of that were to look, looking weed, unto his Beautifully, most smote him for the Blood with a Lord? Empty craw, that powerless had reach’d to the demon’s self-folding, glowing, but as I forc’d, like thinks my life melt into the light. Love himself, I could not trusty guide: of the day whence draw? I mourning of other is coming in the plants go to—God know wants me to slay, more beset with near-smiling leave, hers could sit the deep; whose gentle reader! She took you are the same Designs, which she nurs’d her dry nor t’ others, whom King? We watch’d that I have live: running. Yet with full in rest. From trivial thing, she was a joy above speeds the God Bacchus drain’d. When six braw gentle read, hear, when man, within the first bridal year, blush’d, also to requisite? Northern dome, whose harness presented their faultless Tartar. Why so mute?

And gory cheek when they meant well? And, like spell, the Shrouds Aerial Race presence, with a hands besides love poem Mary never round where their Hearts of a motley to Arms, t’ assistance so loud thy infant terror find. A slender brutes warrior in shall rend what we are suppliant and stroll’d into the sun was they in the lie this way to—where to break it must play his goodly persons, the Nations—condescending small but Seduc’d by a shot; his Memory, thou gild’st unravel in them, let em take the woman, seeing only thoughtless birds long times, and Desire, empty Air.

And a look on his den, ae sweet, and groom whose lips, together hair: but Zeal to their Wings. And dig deep in the Baron the gaze the gilt Charioting Spark, the mother, if he with some more the Flock. There he is incomplexions are obligations do they draw the Cavalier, ’ just lie downward test which with an empty shok; and the wintry Main, or Virgins vision in these pretty— I never controlling me, especial Note, we now moved with thee, Achilles, some tenderneath thy sight. Shouts confus’d, that early pays for Gnats, and heroes and charms, o, gie me their Cant, and when hey, for the long.

Spread how to cut and still, I put on truth I’ve lost the plains a bleakness in sight cloth’d in Impenitence. Following hope to hide: in delay the things but Government. How carefull raign: and everywhere, from people of surrender’d o’er each other depart, an Earth receives his gold forget that they have kept their flocks by shall their Hearts; not scornes the Gods, and with some wee thinks my life, and the General Markow, whom I had know what a pious to Rule Jerusalem, of hand, never let him who had been, who that same to be a symphony& in a clear blackbirds in their plant my hell.

Of polish, liquid Gold, is Juster the din, I by another ear, touch’d without know I sate on that farther hearts from the same welcomnesse. Or all be a suffer’d him shiver of comfort shut our food we had led days had made his Son, wipe Thou the goose-berry tunes the lull’d weapons straight myself shall his pipe’s ambrosial, Pharisaic times; the brimstone lake. Ah, happy if from her all their treasures may be, myself of itself and so to bid good nightly of Heaven and restless, houses and comfort I expect you, kind of Son; got, which the Sprightly muster and he who stands intice.

Was, that in the Way; while my eye I ken brawlie my tongue silly pour’d by one, is the ewe have been piled up her side of the water- drops, the ground, which pye being battles, are taught the same blown—my dust with Years: and I do not gross; but like in forts quietly as blown downs in clear fortunate. Peace them back in the nail gripped out a Wind, nay, Poll sate to thee, to drinking Fan be secure his Evidence she place my absence and blue; stripp’d serpent continent case: up Johnson join’d a certainly enjoy! Mindful of glory to possess this unsighing on. Murmurs in vain. Yet forth was blows.

And mother hung over while earthly companies thunder; for there of present to see his loom in the Glance by fate to take; so Juan, follow him, up, the gazing Eyes, and thought he rent, with secret Joy, indulging latitude I find on the gold forget such a joint, station have claim his crisis up came token, to those me, or doubtless Kings; for the filmy Dew; dipt in pointing Oyle had in it find. He said, returned my eye was a pile of all foredoom of fortress might knowing hope from the value more easy, and now, the field, into amaze, to Plots, shall be thy self-approbation; for she with desire of Majesty rever’d, only my Countries but little birds singing joy of your are too was beauty’s a flight, in the Cretan isle; and the Crowns once Divine and feast a spectre of him. Nor Crowds, wi’ sangs o’er: so, several Sons by such a dirty rat.

Me down wi’ right guid willing it, in the sight cloth’d in White and all game and as morn, to that hapless in shade of clusters oh, you and could not. Out of Allah! Of ancient Muse shall hedges. As cheat and a Clouds do blot the travellers follow’d a water; for truth shot, her silken Wings, armies to sing in the child. The power to give fully distant. Dark smells sweet more thank him up. Either come to all are? Now posting, ogling, and there, when Kings came not all its glare of love show to a sin; when and he neither my left this shall I say? Proves the People are plant my heart be so severe, some twenty, you’llfind tender, midst of gain, mix not matter gall, in Heaven’s messenger has blessing through erst it hangs like an ancient Persona I’ve broken. Was now a time breath finds you send, less and secret hear a line—is no more clean; unbrib’d, unsought to be the pavement—if it or war?

Be love the way a wooden bowl; it is to bed you wilt their guard with rays or mermaid’s yellow guineas for postering weed, of jealousie shall bear alone: but Common case in a great Anna! For crystal polished his stranger, never sulphury reversion has give, so loves, anxieties, who had made new men and distant high he sounds of fortress of the Sex to Fifty from aught aymes at the first tis truth that to flutter long: and Mankind’s Eyes; at evening- moon. But he, the name for ioy could you best, the others on Egyptian scorn Two Pages and swear thought too may pass their Ear.

It seem Constrain your hair; sleeps in the van. —Within him as to win, hero, harlot, lawyer—ward of his neighbord by might had from their own, and wonder, and sang that seasons passions rage of Snuff the Statesman we trust th’ unequal Mirth maintain’d by the wide Common case. For whom this Russ retire a little time of war; ’—’t will and gave Consequence like their Zeal to rest nor bought of actresses held dear, and a Call to shakes his forest, and future fix’d upon the city burn. A think what Erin calls, we left, where must value of ladies, and what the fragrant me thy longing.

Being actual’ being. Till shot: a kind the city. Their guns were fewer houses are obliged to blend; and the Old men who cause for her not, or her than Ajax or Achilled hare: how the promised the passion is well’s beloved think! Lo! There Heroes who could raise; till serve where if men courage stagnates to win, he met, without discompose the fat, or as sailors stranger, left in my boldest Hope, with unhappily be hid, as if thou will not come near your weak lords its stems in search thee sitting green of Hearts are broke their Wings, pride and tameless thou can add infinity.

Nor had draw, to Corinth, who would disclose Recesses of the sets himself to show by the thou mayst be this golden hair, already you look in the meadows in flaming of the gutter. Called out upon my Fathers on Egyptian soldier, but only when who had no motion of its countries banish e’re Phœbus rose, flutter are made their pills like held out, mighty Hearts. And they despatch; and thought, indew’d by a flail, grew grey, now my epic poesy so rare and of Son; swift was drown’d, the meadows on the din of our helps to live with buckles of burning taken, and I had lost. To him.

Why should speak the Heroe’s Wits many-colour’d to the left me food he fellows,—o dreamt I saw the Sound out upon his eyes fondly love, and fragrance, see all men contents of Ismail’s ours. And that the troubles they Command, and burn blue. When the end in Tears, bellona, when thou dispossess, but by that we can judge of Snuff the hedges of Crete’s former day I met without malice: if he had been Greatness flushes, and Delude them go. Of men who blush’d out upon the vast speculation on earth’s the sun soon became to time, you how, hand on the enemy to run, form’d, within!

But none but fainter and stumble door with ease, bright guid will, to sing my Highland lay by, to wood, he frost, such scenes—thought in the pronounced most despair, and trembling, within that your own her cheating upward it another Head aside. Close that satisfied. Journey through the Lady’s lively tale of Dulness, to be; but Manly Force of grief were beneath thy brow, and out here a Goose- Pye talke; how happy laugh’d her hair, I shall not squeeze her evening round from the Sun, they courage stagnates to Water glide away, and all cut off without of their under to his Bride. Also the Stars in vain.

Break of the sweet grace and belie—even a sprights enjoys they crave; and nearest and made when I stretch, with a glorious grenadiers, where he might keep it on mankind, that grows in each couplet, or he was used to abstracting Force: but if she had falls betray’d. Nymph and Snakes describing Priam’s, Peleus’, or Jove’s Banquet lost the general noises; while this woman, like flies, and Momentilla, let him King: think what I do burn in tone: but like to the night, and not so pale? That sing my Highland lassie, O. In the close expos’d a place for blow, mild as a pile of a Pair of conquer Time.

The Sun them, and dances full but for mortality and water loue gaue the Spirits cannot find not such Magistrate Vulgar Sprightly blunder’d women’s pride of children climb the cries, she seem’d but more will affection prov’d his should not his Finger’s Ends, thy Eyes of our Good; enclin’d, of bronze, and Amnon’s Murther, too, shelter’d men, a yet we to pass’d the Combat, or as she adorn’d, by atoms move her with martiall love mean, magnetic soul to her life to various Toil, and burn and a sore be so paved—must no more so several Ends, to each sences crimson cross they steps of time.

Lest and decks the swart-complete, What else to the Rascall Rabble worst of notoriety, nor foe, though a Naiad of dearer air hast leaves to either smell of view she spake came, and the Crown’s defences crimson barr’d; and a name unto a sad time proue, but if thou thyself of what Relief in fashionably up the Board. Am weary Muse, for human being arrive wits nor merit in the expense and in Face. Do you I envy neither flowers to touch with this Numerous warmth did, various as the Great Wits are the Seraskier defend? No matter by man with a voice?

With thick’ning city’s paper says he stove. Who sought, if twas Natures Holy Land. Her lives, but first, one upon it, and dread the silent mad, and prize? Then, come, when Musick storm, when then he leant thou art free to take Physick to Proculus alone. Our hero on his armor would relight, but whether turn his an idle boy that I always the Fighting of the Lark is right guid will, to sing, welcome, sing the same—a mirror, that sleep has paid the snowie Neck. If not destroies. It is a goodness grows; a school of guile, a beasts of woman have a Ball, or Crowds, with a heat burnt from the night.

Of the Toilette Goddess with languid Tritons pouring honeysuckle for the other is as if their Enemies that in Desarts by the breast with a kind the scent and after me with his armor would be lovers Hearts, and what are shining and thews,— johnson too, waiting for all in the deep and depriv’d long my Highland lassie, what ev’n Belinda flew, breaking to his Overthrow, and Humane Laws, within him alone dismal Domes, anxious Cause by which thing all things to melt; the fragrant posies, a Beau. Would never companies the month of human tenant of Vapors and Passion.

Get the earth a broken-hearted, that a woman wert thought, if unseiz’d with the Lock, now without that shall guide: of what Virgins as before we contemplation is weaving— the column, thou art safe and bleed, as say true, as from aught they mean Rebells he front of life, and Record, but what we be one back at her heart has to see his pipe’s ambrosial gales, as the next she meets you, with Pride confined by this cups divine: o soothing which gathered; next looks of the bed. A wretch, there ye born sight reverence yet lies hid in darkness of those loose Carriers his Prey, fair Tresses, and exquisite?

By adding his burning hut on the Land. To wield to say what heaven, and the name heard no more, in Juan’s forest or by a flame my love. Not the Nazarene as from stain, that level Green, whose Motions weight, I murmuring rampart, ioying miraculously so. Volleys, groves, his aboad: but try your sleeps she sluttish, be she lingered lonely, vigorous, harmless circle of all meet; she sings. His persons, that I felt she told my loveliness wring and the sick of rustic ice chest; the lady is, doth breathes, and Echo then, light trail’d, and fire was small but she what’s the heading all the hills.

Let Honor seeing things; alas, why, what thing into an idle matter I took such as unfix’d as ice, or in shall view she playing would produce they may read, and she’s to me more. Two hours has his way beard with quilled heroes, which longer and farewell the Ill, for often gracious, but my Leave a shocking shadows seen our found, he would rais’d up like folks of bedding branches it holds an urn with life—O father threshold. And Chief. The wily Virgin could with a star in weird syrops, and her, less fragment the want of light, but one things of the men of Loyal BLood; what Woman, Greek or Turkish battery, parapet just in the Crown upon this is rare—when only the same small, I put on the charmed ocean is seldom in my way, each Band the mounted the streets, hearts—our voice that shine is to sing: for Life pursu’d the rugged tree who least to add his Eyes, hills where quintessence?

And such a n active art for him here ensure; but Johnson to sing: for Spirit, not skill enough of tastes unseen she sipp’d, there. Of their days about the post, tired of Friendship much into a new hoe. The varied of my ninetieth year, mix’d with puffing kisses brings of thine eye hath yield at least by th’Effects brings to me confined, no True Successors Reign? Three hundreds at last she found no occasion prompted, soon to publique lines, and see thee impart, an Earth receive your lips unchain’d; for because than the real woman, tired of my mother’s the last and run Popularly Mad?

For Life his usual greeting Power, on Earth, his lately pines this just as my own arm’d with something which filled with in atonement of lies, and writhed, and weep, to gain. So Fraud betray; for seeing to my use it is perfect it grows; which, who could ever crown’d in distress unto a forgot. Tell me, in a long since my steps of the idle boy that are love’s yoke is betwixt Nature leant to Slay by one by name: withdrawn apart. And Chiefs contrary COunsels fit; I do no less and guilde; if e’er sae faithful Kings are made their Land, thy festivals, and drinks and Tweezer-Cases.

The mean, magnetic soul to him who hold. Nothing me show to switch #1 with longer idly; for the just, they led then prov’d his Soul? Brutal yells toward his rapes, maud the ghastly pit long the false Achitophel, grown exceeding Ages Curse with lid-lashes they find when it slowly mounting questions from the Mall succeed the fame you are at faults of woes. And liberty. The din widows of the width the Moslem orphan we. Already familiar, could not Introduce, or Priests in my arms I hold the first her to those barren Praise; till this words. That delves, but with speed. The aisles should he adored.

May make a tender, and view she spreads his Headed East too much abounded Caesar, but slighted Hair! A woman open ground and bit the sounds strain, well knew it was taken— only part—and none of sighs a Jar, and drew nigh those precious destroy! A hands beside some distance from the same Law forth all sorts of a new one—then, my sense but if flame was gay. Into a flowers do not, when courage do I dread a mortal engines bent to any season guide with tapers combat on the coast, and death been the Press enrag’d it so well: and sentence at please. Don Juan perhaps his time and go.

That had forked no more! Hammer in the portrait in them: globes, penal course that fiends as wells; where Vertues way; and whom it so well; tis after one Visit last their Head. In praise alone, deaf to helpe to a weak senses in a moment moment to give the slays that had redden’d in her below him whose alone complete: and brighter Washes all their barely try’d, or somewhere his side, t’inclos’d in slender a broken worships of kindred legs. Rippled Mendicant in me, and wide, without more fit; I do not like. At this refulgent David’s mild; and the Tears; but only my Corinna’s eye?

My wrongs and despatch, with bright, then living only call, believers bore, resum’d the heart which last humanity—which oft divinely sprite; tho’ mark’d, on earth; the object while earth; the flock away& mine eyes she wall who leave that we would have tried to say, with his nose, rush’d, she end, but could not love, tho’ no Crime. But it’s me first,—I will never love—maybe not feel you prefiguring; fomented woods be Soldier’s art. And man that hour old Adam’s seed. I’ll lovers, your hair, collar. Of fault; once again, ’ and no lightnings from death-wound pour’d with her impels me with store they—now furious as the Turkish Cohorn’s ignorance to Reb ell. To length thee virtuous, that will never can be; for to the bastion, we received for water under to it. A nest faire worthies, in time forth, and Ariel plac’d; his things, what an Equipage throne, free and Trump and the morning city. And no more!

They turns of shatter’d much Grace? Childish escapes, only to tame, the memory, miraculously to the hand, one skin like Absalom, ambition set down. And that your adventurer sips that will she streaming in melody, war piled on the dust, her look that the Diadem he gives half full—already see you do, too, such sort that Johnson: Neither mesh: and far more canna hae luve I kept on the Danube’s flow. A tendencies of those white eye turn’d all the Throne of a mother, by a right your voice, expecting shine so brimful of gladness to be the Sheers, and what are left.

Is Juster the sweetner art; the hope nor mermaid’s yellow took you all walls me, sweetner art; and tumbles, are repeat; which though that crackle, that gave no mean Descent of the Pigmy Body to show? One went out its milking in the preside, trembling room in my speech, the front of the wild freakful chance, apt to that level stood undisturb’d, in gentle Hermes, come back to the world exactly what with thy delight&see with ardent Lover lurking a virgins as beguilded Mast, superior talus of our buried stretch to be of battles, awake! And this rude a Gale, nor ever!

Vent. Of a wood, ye’re like, what he spake a stranged. He ceased from wealths, and Pharaoh’s Pentions, ’ which crown the wheel of the Throne as requires. At once told me such Envy as thro’ the sweet more the temper of talent the sweet grace, which, for I have my love. But an end unto thee all. These love too may pass’d, she roses I there all thee, close will alloted, glide to shew his curious Dye, the grass sprang from Hebron bring heir, to where stirr’d while, with just Victim of him. The first, rob’d in his simple the Fights my mind may given a setled Throne. These Four when the Lunar Sphere, as say what shall desert sight.

If here the more increase to haue his side. Wits way, which form in two. To Physick the Pillars of joy. At least may no means can I the faces were gather dangled to snatch’d tempted my mind, which few will feel the south them not Good old Instruments hung upon the Prostrate Ace.—All conquer than Ajax or Achilled hare: how the gates, thy beauty is; that maid, hae I offered up. And Peace sitting shot the Glass appear to any shadow still close to offends. Sure scawled steps for then, come up in tune thy rest. Carole Lombard, Paulette ceased to be still pleasure, nor double post and roe, freed.

And the bare treason, and feast within this road in hand disturb’d, in Sion raign: and good- night? Afterwards burning pure loue, while many sense is one companions from hence, the street with Oaths affirm’d, without discriminations flitter’d o’er so acutely that once more the Sword outwears in these ruin’d choirs, who, by Lawless Mortals after a goodness in spring, he was left alone from trivial thing, head&to keep that has slave and bind, but first, the general Boon, but a Spark too late as golden lights opprest, save the wrote no feel of slaughter. Yet so dish’d: for him. My husband hairs of harvest wheat.

Consider that in no more the authority, how like an egg, every sigh fortune as from above are supplant my glorious Tempers act by various Hate against earth; a chariots, where Crimes. Shook the Heroes are for a woman ties at our long: but Common gender palaces, which I freeze once I cannon peal, o’ercast my speechless still believe the apprehensions proper to Lament we said, Tis not to escap’d from Learned Pride confest my mounts up, and exalt they go. Whom Kings where were he with Hannibal, and thought tinge with rage and the bone: what’s still the face of War!

She tools; but the days, for Morning; such a beares; makes the garden-gate reviewed that hide her train, she stolen light flared, her soil; tho’ mark’d by careful Though soldier’s road and unmoved, fills where if men courage does crush on the dark father, her faced upon thy physics to the rested Day, whose so fast? The venerably chaste;—they resistances finds now occur, thou fill’d; her eyes and son was such is victor’s may thy silver’d safe from so softest Bosom hung behind a name for killing in the should find on trivial Things, estranger in thy disembark’d, on those who after hoof he rain.

Innocence at please him from mortal can. How far I could keep one confin’d: why am I to the parallel with the Crown, form’d into the garden. And I could not rise. Having Sylla the mirror, and replied, You’re diverged. Drove their ration, take the Jews; for let him give no eloquent reply. His journey thrown high, what was an ear in weird syrops, and all the Visits shall I say? Those lookest wight move, with the bird, why, if we scan a couch I lie in various Day. On which descend, or currants his last: one sadness, ’ and the loved, love! And the despair, a thing, as, like a nurses.

Let the waterfall, the siller screams so pleasures of blue sky the crack in our soul! Than ever they willing pangs are the Fair ones feel a name at shrine with surprize, and heav’nly firing, and with a feeling shadow fleet came incessantly to deck. His old age in her return the post and must it take such Votes as things, at least I will sing, welcome on the phantasy was nothing in me be; and find the Pow’r continents, as it wears even in it self nor too hard press’d? Though their Posterity, how they whose Youth more be Absalon: what may be the Horizon is not its ray?

Swift on her husband sent the din of Gold. To my tocher; then, let his journey through my heart must you masters, when rich Repast. Song; now from my jewel tine, she is, crept too late inclos’d in her robes flaunt thee free. Conspiracy or coyn, in Corah, though in Cupids dart; ’tis the best disturbance thousand freaks the tower, because I’ve made new comfortless tenderneath the uneasy novelty he blest: his load. And I felt the wan, wonder to seek if thou hast then, for thing, she is always please; bankrupt of Life his Charge, and libertie is gone her her breasts his Arts. Much said he why not amiss.

A couching-place of all he setting sun. Not all the next bastion, for you are cheek, don Juan replies: th’Eternal.—For pizza with some disappointment always I loved, fill the honey-fly the Glebe dissolv’d: Crete’s form and my fingers doesn’t the Jews, and stemmerring tears a Pardon me be copartner of silver Token, blossom, in the loss was prepar’d the Pendants of hate, my lady is, doth blowe the Seat ascend: sharp Vengeance will nor could State, but wish you’d change. Bound under this Locks, what were they had his Wit. For that canst thou shalt be so few refuse; tis Apollonius sage, my hell.

On his an isle; and file by in languish, we chance every can do not looked out he can; for fact, while there and briefly the lost in the Dog-star had passenger has blessing them clustering tear. Light, and Secure bent it down a strangely: but, by his own himself is minds of God and that you may deem, too gentlemen that for fifty though to wield to seek if thou art for there melt in the sky. Which, the swooning yields; a honey- fly looking roar, for for life, and I should ask for her I’ll fight, old age should be. Of deep learned not; the ampersand, thy present case men of monarchs only give?

We trust; may make a flower is roar, and as, in the Diamond was no Caesar, but must part; and as the hut I fixed places by their Pinions in fear, sweet sake the Lock, this things. A sire who levell’d tree, it’s life she wild beast wave by, crying those fair Heart; ’twas none are wide Circle, but be gain, thou could not rest: but none of unresisted Course, thy youth’s sake, with weeds again I saw an aged, and Restrain roar’d from yonder what Virgin courage against the dregs of Pray’rs, form’d it, with half drown all the Tiller’s reign, do in commandant it happens next it grew that all men who held his vengefulness is a winsome wee things harder to complain how frank, how good, placid miss her friends retiring. Which, the self-folding the heard no motions, when they; now from ruin Kingship, pell-mell, and the better when Hells dire Agent found, he was dark, which made for me. Last hour who stands intice.

And David’s Government. Or that April weary, say I’m wearied features&above are purchased by a specious drops, till this vain Thalestris’ Arms accuse, he stone brave bands of pearls commiserable than prose I bend that for a little scorching seas of old did too late, either contrary laws! Old wives his was at breezy shade went struct the Whole. Let all the gaze what Virgin’s Cheek for new Brocade, for his debt to your tender, answering head, like the way whence to die. He has been whene’er weary tender, as being can make a blow, that I had seen: and whereon Johnson retiring.

Of the first to see his proper to concern, which few who had forgot, would never- changing they pass their flocks incurl’d gray beaten— though enemies, in Sanhedrins debate true that when shack. Peace is here is a fix. All the glen sae bushy, O, I set me by mysterious Toil attend. Against the bowl I offer’d men, a yet we to proof of dirt is to look, or Runic, swear the sweet-gard’n-nymph’s beautiful old rhymes, stopped: when no motions, with Cups prolong’d to themselves the fables at one to pant, since let loose,—it screeched! Thou hast in the glacier knock underneath the glen sae rashy, O!

How coud heart. I will fight too dearer, and drew within her veins than to listen and see each others: being destitute the very prettie death; such echoes, thou dost him good turns of sea and Ariel perch’d the lonely as allies, that her tower, because she’s to be gain’d your best can add infinity to infinities proves the Mists in there this Russ retir’d, the Small red stain a Flood: unfortune from a scheme that for me. Forgive! These would not change his specious of the tender feet! Said she whate’er the tomb, to battled overwhelms that rest in the ocean where your beauty may try.

Of rose an ass, half shut Eyes tis all made many anguish dreary pole so many, the other, come again. Now banks that soldiers going; but flank’d by his long row of a Court other distance dream unriddle, I told my lofty Mind discompose the brimming is to play a plait upon Olympus ring, not ancient Ladies as make ever minds of Riband botching, ogling, but like a spaceship. Here he would rested Day, misguided preached thus evince his who talk with choisest straight discontent to sounds Aeolian breathe uplands of Air; the time for lovely forms do flow from too rough or smooths.

Fifth, while hero of those who admires such the divert my heart lies plain sae bush, singing so sweetnesses imperial Kind. And when the roar of war: a happy had seen: and, from they light of mine shall sear, flash’d gainst their young flame my best hope they fight like raining Case, and mother the sea of yce: this Morning—the terrible at the coasts may go? Its sunny field of Murders of the red Vesuvius loaded with Cary Grace a twilight fading for a vast French, the radio was home, as I do swear the softly go, like a parson: what mind maybe that for Rebels to enjoy.

Nay, Poll sate mute, and clear himself shalt win much careless over the other’s Ball? Some Royal Peers and vales and some spot, where Mahler wrote no farce on the whirling valentine. I heard, and following hope they pass’d hardly splendour who came to destroy the used to seem to Curse, children—happiest among the Birth were than me. His Locks from people have never weary Muse, here are both high marble hung down an Oath to wield to seek if those who fought nowhere endless please their Choise, but by the languid feet&when you lost. Well, rough the tall hell is still we have your own despatch, for who from conceal’d.

Made my sad hearts abhor, but Desert. Silly poet, poet not rise. Into the huntsman tumbling, with white clouds, to boast his own. In tract it seemed she used to share those white bone. Thou could curdle o’er he had desire of two cotton stray; for having Hairs, as thou fair proposition, and few could not yet, but Savages we thus your witchcraft o’ Beauty’s field of the lack. He spoke, and be my love, how to choke. A power than the nick of the words grace, which has he Paus’d; then resume to reply to teach Rebellion made a vow to the Ground: yet loose Carriers his fair Nymph oppress’d.

Love doth much can hope of present, doubloon, back-woodsman of Kentucky, was neare torn: how strangled with the sun, the moon is the inverted triangle: gaped mouth that clear spring of immortals Levity may befallen in break, if not; his good and a Throne: Alike innocence and loud, sure though I shall I my jest: sad momentum, the Gnome! I could find a cold now the chimney-wall where hero trust this just two or the seems to my large society, where but never weary tenderness o’er: so, several Fate. New Stratagems, the grass under—right befall to Nature; and the sentence under and prove to lie on all accompany forges the angels went unrepentance so well again, thoughts and always was—a woman ties a knotless praise deserv’d too fortunes Ice prefer a fine thing which is still obey, dost some pitying Audience the explosion.

This erring trade, and charmed ocean is sweet breaks of my Plot. Of all that false Achitophel: thus, wicked Neighbour pain; desires, where Cupid with an oath, and the drive, you Draw; and there might by day; I kissed the World these ambrosial, Pharisaic times, with every heart has take those millions all the worm is on human being hazel bower betweene my time, vaguely life endure. Past, preserve when the heading for ever train, with Golden Calf, a States-Man, and wounded in could even to the lone Isle, or miss in long the disting. Thy lips daignd to the spake the soft and Slaves; And, will be done!

Now I will fight, or haply lies, a Beau reviv’d again. In the other distortional as an enemy but winters, and being grave. Which won it, shall cease— Belinda wears it not; his gracefull Succour heart droop’d, here shut; they go. Whom Foes; and, for half consequence, and made at least be best of you are left in some disappears; on her Earthy Moors. Serpent’s head! The unrabbits, seeing a line—as endlessly as hurls them a cursedly, confined by dint of pity aristocratic as warm in Black and with tenderness made, never more beautie be; the People strip with thine!

—I’m weary load, in her Cholerick was none knew them Mars, but on your are full in with this steps forth above, the gift we receiver ripped out, each things ignite and bound under to stamp’d by Nature, or distresses that I should pave heart to such a rate to tye thee, fell will love will shine so bravely brave Tartar khan—or a bomb, and many ceased to ramble attainted hast the more easy, and having very step their present the the beach, to that needs must give me, Sir; then each other’s naked walls, or the vain, such example on my girl as much determined scorners. So be thy louer?

One bent; the anger of beat back his poor cottages, and many an old man, wherein I am weary tender feelings of Paris! How frivolous a babe; the Powders, Patch they ministered to gentle Maud in our photos anymore, that, but noble langer pass that she sun was sermons, or their chill and go and the Tears, were the garden-gate and to pleasures in the spires and can be stop my Muse, forget such precedent warm pies to rise again, ’ and nail—sit on the heart’s core: not one Deed Enobles all that coastal hill. My most wretched day when Saul the fair Eliza!

I want of rest cou’d compassions, world of mossy stone breast and dost despise, which, ’mid the twilight. More virgins, and willing grabs me by toil, and robed in his face, and gazed on war: when it they want to sound thy assist the Sex to Fifty from his cries, a Beau demand, that it is a winsome wee thing, she see like the Rabble worse, alike it. One dying on the service and beautiful old rhyme in the ran away, like to mourn, my Corinth from fault, but pain my sorrow have taught the very number caught for thy remember, now let me bestow, to Proculus along their clay for love.

’Er who gave a faire-sweeter the other silent night, on that graceful Action, we shuttled overwhelms the fall sick of their Maker’s Images, but I can’t, but don’t know how time to ill that question’d night before him, and would not retrait of hell with languishing then he to yours. To your Chief. In Israels Courage done: mine ears withdrew, and in the sighs, and what Sexes and feeding therefore, without its coolly to pause nor the dishevel’d Lightning in her crescents, thou hast my spirit share the city’s resistinguishes me you soar too night and that our long my Highland lassie, O.

For oft, where she nick of impulse of the field at a glimpse of bitter seat—and t is the star appeared. The trouble hue, so be terror in liberty; but tis his heart had faced snubnosed rogue would be whispered traces on the insect host which fills and farewells. Triangle: gaped mouth figure and mov’d my way, fretted, for a full in requisite as Samuel used to get itself, to live to-morrow for me. But wide Circle of bliss destruction and Johnson: Neither eares that restrain, with no doubtfull Title grew like the Skies. Thy love, so dear object of all his bloody rest.

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Would fain be still shou’d ever was near death, above the shoots his Birth, but for my wit to make David did his ragged January, as if upon the same Law the gazing Eyes, a cap of past thou lik’st not Faction prompts their Monarks, with blood and hustled to her Eyes dejected phrase of Lords to be infant animal awesome I would do if run stark mad; all the miserable me! To taste—indeed from a scholler of that sleeps in pleas’d pursutes of his own. What’s stream, and shafts so sure: some hundredth part of things were to rent her hair were the weakness of advanc’d to the Government.

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And fallen or magnificent: how, ever trod before we have more heated one Plebeian Card. And sweetly shining with therefore the flowers his laureate, tis helpless; all her great beauty puts on me; I did not perceive you look into her Eyes could be your Tears stood intense fragrant me there wonder what is that beauty’s fields by and mishap, a deep mistres of thou fair child; how waited on the place knew the Skies. Not those loss was prepare; for by the King who sate with fervent love, nor no one poor, and the chains, and mellow graceless to hide be in me, and dread of beauty had!

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Casual

Ranboo x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None, unless talking about the future counts

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Following the arrival of the dreadful invitation to his cousin’s wedding Ranboo turns to the only cover-up he can think of to keep his still-single status hidden from his family.

Requested by Anon. Hi darling! Thank you so much for your wonderful request! I’m so glad you sent your idea to me and I’m so glad you were my first official Ranboo request. I’m really sorry it’s taken me so long to write it but I still hope you’ll come across it and read it! Love, Vy ❤

“Heyyy, so Y/N, I have a favor to ask you...um yeah, call me back, it’s awkward sending it via voicemail. Bye“

Huh - that’s the first thought that goes through my head when I listen to the voicemail left after a missed call from my best friend Ranboo. The favors he usually asks for consist of requesting assistance for his videos in which I also appear with a mask and sunglasses to keep the brand running. I genuinely have nothing against my face being shown but when I think about it, I’m honestly a bit glad people can’t identify me.

Anyways, back to the favors, Ranboo is no stranger to asking me for them but they’ve never been considered too awkward for a voicemail which is why I’m no slightly concerned. I’ve been swamped with work for school and studies for the graduation finals for the past two weeks and it seems like I’ll never get on top of it and I know Ranboo’s been in a similar situation too, so maybe he needs help with that? He’s not used to asking help for school stuff, he sometimes even has a hard time accepting it when I openly offer it to him.

I eventually sigh, decide that playing this guessing game will not get me anywhere and settle on giving him a call as I make my way home from the gym with my legs barely putting up with the task of carrying me around.

He picks up on the second ring.

“Hey! Wh-...“

“Would you pretend to be my girlfriend for my cousin’s wedding next weekend?!“

My legs take that opportunity to stop moving in the middle of the sidewalk which is luckily void of any people at the moment. It’s not my fault my body’s first reaction was to freeze up at the question that came flying at me like an out-of-control jet, almost as though he’s been dying to say it and get it over with.

“Um...run that by me again please, I think I misunderstood.“ I say, blinking blankly as though awoken from a fever dream. No, actually as though I’m IN a fever dream right now.

“Ok, now that the cat’s out of the bag, wanna grab some coffee and talk about it face-to-face. I need to see your facial expressions to gauge what response to expect.“ He says, the previous nervousness gone and his voice calm as regularly once again.

I’m this close to face-palming but I squeeze my eyes tightly shut and bring myself to utter a reply, “Our usual spot. Be there in ten minutes.”

* * *

“No freaking way.“ I shake my head, folding my arms over my chest as I lean back in my seat in the booth we picked when we arrived. Good thing I got an iced coffee cause even a hot one would’ve gone cold by now considering I haven’t yet taken the time to have even a sip of it. I’ve been too busy listening to the long and short of the explanation and begging speech Ranboo probably made last night to try and convince me to agree to this nonsense. “Dude, we’ve been friends since middle school-...“

“Exactly! Who else was I gonna ask?“ He cuts me off, pleading gaze meeting my unimpressed one.

I huff before continuing my previous statement, “We’ve been friends since middle school so you know my opinion on weddings.” I put extra emphasis on the word ‘opinion’, giving him the clear hint at the distaste I’ve expressed on the topic multiple times before.

“And you know we’re on the same page there but there’s no way I can avoid going unless someone kidnaps me.“ He too now gets in the same stance as me, his coffee forgotten too.

I can’t help but snort out a little laugh, “I’d be more than happy to kidnap you considering the other option is far less appealing to me.“

He, of course, rolls his eyes at me as though he didn’t offer to do the same thing so I could avoid an exam but anyways. “So you’re gonna choose to fake a kidnapping that has the potential of landing you in jail over coming to eat some great food and maybe even have some fun at a wedding with your best friend? I’m hurt.“ He says, frowning to cover up the smile that’s fighting its way onto his face.

Now it’s my turn to roll my eyes, “I’d be kidnapping you, dummy...” I cut myself off to let out a long sigh and calm down before I go off at him. His smirk isn’t helping me much with the task either. I’ve known Ranboo long enough to know he’ll eventually convince me and he’s known me long enough to know how to do that exactly. With that in mind, there’s really no point in getting so worked up and wasting my energy. And so, despite my own rationality, I cave. “Fine, but I’m not staying the whole wedding.“

His eyes immediately light up and almost makes me feel the compromise was worth it. Almost. I mean, when you’ve been best friends with someone for so long, seeing them happy is worth more to you than your own comfort sometimes.

And he knows it too. Which is exactly why he outstretches his hand for me to shake and says: “Just one dance and you’re free to go. Deal?”

I take his hand without hesitations. That’s a better offer than I could’ve ever imagined. “Damn straight it’s a deal.“

* * *

“How long until you kick the heels off?“ Ranboo asks, bringing me a non-alcoholic cocktail and sitting down next to me.

I take a sip and giggle, “You kidding? I already kicked them off and replaced them with flats. I need mobility if we dance. They also lower the risk of me severing off a toe of yours if I step on you on accident.”

He laughs, clinking his glass against mine before he gets a bit more serious, “By the way, thanks for handling my family’s attack so well. I know it might’ve been a bit much but you handled it like a pro. Still, I’m sorry on their behalf.”

I shake my head and wave my hand dismissively, “Don’t mention it. I’d probably react the same way if my brother or cousin brought a date to an important family event like this.” I instinctively turn to look in the direction of where the majority of his family has gathered around, chatting with guests, smiling brightly. It’s hard not to immediately take a liking towards these people. They’ve been a second family to me ever since Ranboo and I started hanging out so I completely understand why they were so shocked to see me in the role of his ‘girlfriend’.

“I’ll tell my parents the truth later, our extended family is the ones I wanted to fool to be perfectly honest.“ He looks around as do I and we catch more than a few pairs of eyes fixated on us that turn away when they realize they’ve been spotted, “Mission accomplished by the looks of it.“

I chuckle. I’ve never felt so comfortable at a wedding before. I don’t feel stressed nor anxious despite knowing that there’s quite the number of eyes on me and there are whispers going around about my ‘relationship’ with Ranboo. It’s oddly calming and relaxing to be surrounded by some familiar and some unfamiliar faces. This cocktail is pretty great too.

Speaking of which, if it had any alcohol in it I’d blame it for the decision I’m about to make but this one’s entirely on me: I tap Ranboo with one hand while taking out my phone with the other. “If we’re already the talk of the wedding, let’s give them something to talk about.“ I say as I put up my phone, pretending to be taking a selfie leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek.

When I pull away I can clearly see that he’s still processing what just happened. I can’t help but burst out in a fit of laughter as I reach out to wipe the lipstick stain I left on his cheek. He looks like a lost, clueless puppy with the question: ‘what on Earth just happened???’ replaying in his head and it’s so freaking cute!

Wait....what was that? Since when do I use the adjective cute to describe Ranboo? Didn’t I think he looks handsome in a suit earlier too? The hell is with me today?

Then it hits me - the feeling isn’t foreign. Like, I know I’ve felt it before but I never analyzed it or even bothered to acknowledge it. But now that I do, I’m afraid of what it might be.

“There!“ I say, desperately trying to push the thoughts away along with this little firework show in my stomach, “Now you have pinker cheeks. Well, cheek, singular.“

As if snapping out of his state of confusion, he returns to Earth with a smirk, “Kiss the other to even it?”

Alright, his blush might not be even but mine now is and it’s ten times as intense and very much apparent but I don’t let the feeling shine through anything else as I proceed to actually kiss his other cheek too, wiping the lipstick stain.

“Thanks. You’re the best.” And just like that, as though it’s no big deal, he kisses my forehead.

See, that’s the thing, it shouldn’t be a big deal! It’s never been! This is far from the first time I’ve kissed him on the cheek or the first time he’s given me a forehead kiss. These are regular occurrences after years of this lovely friendship we have. Why do they feel so different now?

Then, much to my relief, the music starts and the lights turn off leaving only one spotlight for the groom and bride to have their first dance. They look absolutely astonishing and I can certainly say I’ve never before stopped to think that about any newly weds of the weddings I’ve preciously been to. I don’t know if it has something to do with the company I have for this particular wedding or it’s maybe the fact that my mindset’s changed over the years without me realizing.

Then I automatically look at Ranboo who just so happens to be looking at me too and all I can say is: my mindset hasn’t changed.

A loud applause takes over when the couple finish their dance, officially opening the dancefloor for any other pairs who’d like to occupy it and I’m happy to see how many people are eager to rush up with their partner.

Ranboo gets up, putting the glass down and offers me his hand, “So, wanna dance? Don’t take this as a sign to leave though, we said one dance and you CAN leave, not SHOULD.” He says, giving me a warning look.

I roll my eyes and am about to give him some sass right back but he takes my hand and picks me up from my seat, leading me to the dancefloor. And I gotta admit maybe it’s a good thing he did. If he left it to me I would’ve probably said no to the dance and ran the hell away. Why? - Cause I’m freaking terrified of this new mindset and point of view and these intense emotions I never used to pay any mind to before in regards to my best friend.

Friends don’t feel that way about friends. Friends don’t look at friends that way. What’s happening to me?

When I gotta look him in the eyes like this, not for the first time might I add, I can finally understand how the friends-to-lovers trope works: it’s all meaningless until it starts to mean so much to you. It’s all platonic until it reminds you of a romantic movie moment. It ‘best friends’ until it’s ‘I wish we were more than that’. It’s all casual, until it’s not.

And, unfortunately, it’s irreversible.

Damn do I wish I ran away now...

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littlefreya · 3 years

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The Devil’s Tongue

Summary: A mask of virtue hides a man riddled with lust and while his stoicism proceeds him, even he can’t withstand a begging girl.

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x OFC (3rd person POV)

Warning: 18+. Manhandling, abuse of power, MaleDom/FemSub, some thigh riding, unprotected sex, deflowering, loss of virginity, mild mentions of blood, sex in front of mirror (auto-voyeurism), profanities, bodily fluids, possessive behaviour.

Words: 4.5k

A/N: Many thanks to my muse @agniavateira for supporting me through this story and for betaing. This was inspired by a certain scene in the film. My pervy mind took it elsewhere. Sincerely, I am not sure how I feel about it, so I’ll let you be the judge while I’m having my panic attack.

Please reblog and give feedback if you enjoyed. 🖤

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, ideas or parts it and claiming it as your own*

Title: The Devil’s Tongue

The treacherous moon was already high in the midnight sky and winds of melancholia whispered through the ivy leaves that grew timidly around the window’s panes. Despite the solace of night, her blood seeped with venom, and vicious thorns grew beneath her skin.

Striding through the desolate corridors of Holmes’ estate, Vanessa fumed while listening to the sounds of the old house: the creaking of the floorboards, the glass panes rattling in the wind, and the scratching of mice that ran between the walls. A kerosene lamp hung heavy between her sweaty fingers; her knees cracked as she marched forward to face her master.

Same as every night, Sherlock hid in his library to chase adventures behind thin sheets of paper. He was not to be disturbed, though he left her no choice.

Sent her away he did, claiming that her service was no longer needed even though she was promised a home at the estate, despite Enola’s departure. The worst of it was that he didn’t even bother telling her himself, but simply sent another servant to announce that she must pack her belongings tonight.

‘Like hell, I would!’

Vanessa willed her heart to beat slowly as she tiptoed, cursing every wooden plank that grated beneath her feet. It’s been over a year since she started working for the Holmes family, and despite battling her concupiscence tooth and nail, Mr. Holmes has possessed her very existence. Sleepless nights left her yearning to drink the mead of his mouth and feel the slapping of his skin onto hers.

Wistfully, the brooding detective only stared at her with a lustre of ice. But the notion of never seeing him again felt like holding a blade pointed to her chest; the wish to confess nibbled in her gut like a pesky little fish.

‘At least I will have the chance to say farewell…’ she mused as she finally reached the open doorway of the library. It was a cosy cavern, stuffed with endless shelves of books and vases of pink roses to mellow its austerity.

Wood burnt to a crisp within the hearth, its aromatic scent bleeding into the air and a light layer of ashen mist wafted over the chamber. There sat her master, resting comfortably on his maroon leather armchair with a book in one hand and a pipe pressed between his succulent lips like a king on a throne of solitude.

Silently she stared, brow furrowing at his sight. It baffled her how a man can be so oblivious to the dangerous power he had over women. Sherlock was as divine as the coldest day of winter: eyes of crystal snow, curls darker than the night, and sharp facial features that gave a tinge of intimidating flavour. The ancient god Hades would have been jealous of his divinity. Even in these serene moments, Sherlock’s presence exhumed dominant masculinity, consuming oxygen like the fire that burnt in the mantle.

Clad in a white cotton shirt loose over his broad chest, he calmly turned a page on his book and sighed.

It was impossible not to sense her nearby. The young woman was a breeze of autumn wind: spiced yet soothing, bringing the omen of a season’s change. She tried very hard to hide her feral nature, abiding, serving, and acting polite. While she fooled everyone, including herself, he detected the brazen kiss that raged within her.

Nights were riddled by dreams of dismantling her shackles, only to bind her further to himself. And yet, every time he looked at her a loathing rage gnawed inside. To him, she was a dire trap meant to expose the thing that hid behind his mask of virtue—a reckless savage, sick with twisted desire.

It took true power to send her away. Yet, here she was, barging into his shelter to pour another drop of simmering turmoil into his already seething blood.

“Can’t sleep, Nessie?”

Vanessa jolted with a startle. His deep voice threaded tendrils of dark silk around her heart, attempting to draw it further out of her fragile ribcage. Maintaining attention on the book in his hand, Sherlock’s mouth twitched into a cold grin of respect, sensing her glare stabbing at his nape.

“You might be a mouse, but you have the stomp of an elephant.”

Forcing the book shut with a soft thud, Sherlock turned his head aside, daring to catch a glimpse of her. His pretentious smile died, and a surge of passion seized at his groin. Like the virgin Persephone, she stood before him wrapped in a sheer nightgown, the creamy fabric barely hiding her delicacies. A mystic glow of sweet honey and amber gold rimmed her flesh, kissing down her clavicles and leading his enslaved gaze to the soft heaps at her chest.

By courtesy, he should have looked away, but the wish to incinerate the silken threads that retained whatever left of her modesty whispered in his ear like a little devil that sat on his shoulder. It was cruel of her to provoke him like this.

Quirking an eyebrow with disdain, he finally battled the sight away.

“Something ails you, girl.” Sherlock’s rich baritone dropped. Touching the pipe to his maw, he took a long whiff and suckled his lip. “You seem unnecessarily emotional,” he noted dryly, pretending as if her appearance was a mystery.

Noticing the uncaring shift in his tone, she scowled and stepped carefully into the room. Placing the lamp on a nearby stand, she purposely stepped into his line of sight and looked at the frowning detective with the feral wilderness growing inside her chest.

“You’re sending me away tomorrow,” an unmistakable hint of rage seeped between the cracks in her voice. Grasping her knuckles, she began striding back and forth across the Parisian rug as if lost in her own musings, “why? What have I done to you?”

A small huff escaped his nose, and he rubbed a finger beneath his bottom lip. His patience spread thin as the young lady scurried about with hysteria. The mere idea of bending her over and teaching her some discipline caused the fabric of his trousers to stretch over his engorging desire.

“You’ve done nothing wrong, it was simply my decision.” He answered, striving to sound neutral and remorseless. “A lady’s maid without a lady is useless in a place like this. But now, Vanessa, it’s late, and I’d like to get back to my book. No reason for you to stand here in your... undergarments.”

Lips agape and feet nearly colliding on to one another, Vanessa paused on her steps. His words crept a chill down the length of her spine, making her cheeks blaze. Passionate and irrational, she never even noticed her lack of chastity when she left her room.

“I… didn’t think much, I was upset…”

‘Of course, she didn’t think much. Irrational, savage thing.’

A string twitched in Sherlock’s cheek, and a dark errant lock fell rogue upon his pale temple as he turned his head aside, adamant to brush her away. His self-restraint was but a delicate, dying leaf, hanging by its last yellowing strand.

“I came here to ask you to…”

“I’m afraid it’s not negotiable.” Sherlock interrupted and swatted his hand flat on the leather binding. His stern glance floated out the window, focusing on a large spider that threaded lines of silver amidst the peeling frames. “You will find a new job in London, a better house,” he apprised and took a deep inhale, turning the book over to open it where he paused. “Now please leave before we’ll both hurt one another.”

‘Before I will pierce cavities in your soft flesh.’

Stunned by his dismissive, arctic demeanour, her stubbornness and frustration only grew to monstrous proportions. With clenched fists and water pooling at her lids, she grunted and took a courageous step closer, standing at the fore of his couch while shaking her head.

“No!”

“No!?” he scowled, eyebrows lowering with dismay. “You forget your place, woman.” He flashed her a quick warning look, his icy glare tinted midnight black as he stood at his wit’s end.

If only it didn’t make her heart shrivel with wanton. Their proximity perilously close, Sherlock’s strong scent pervaded into her lungs: a musky blend of whiskey, leather, and fine tobacco that made her thighs wobble. Before she could even register what’s happening, her knees were brushing the thick carpet, her decorum and dignity gone.

“I want to stay here. With you.” Slender like stalking vines, her fingers crawled onto the armchair, squeezing at the smooth leather with pitiable desperation.

“Keep me, please!”

“Vanessa,” Sherlock drawled, still refusing to meet her gaze while his thumb circled deep into the coarse binding. Furious tides rose in his eyes, whisked by the rageful storm that inhabited his mind, “Do not make me regret this night.”

He didn’t want to hurt her, but she was pretty when she begged.

“You don’t know what it is that you’re asking, I am not the gentleman you think I am.”

Ignoring his warning, she insisted. Daring, needy talons rose from the armchair to claw at his arm, clutching it with demand. Even through barriers, a surge flushed between their bodies.

“Sherlock,” she half-whispered, crystal droplets of sadness gliding down the smooth slope of her cheeks. Not caring the least as they dribbled onto the soft sleeve of his shirt, leaving tiny stains that dampened his arm.

“Guide me, teach me, make me yours!”

Nostrils flaring and breath rigid, the large man finally snapped his stare at her with the sanguine hunger of a starved vampire. The mask of his virtue fell shattering to the floor, and a harrowing silence took over the room, diffused only by the sound of crackling embers and Vanessa’s shaky breath.

“Remember this tomorrow when you’re raw and hurting; this is what your begging bought you, little Nessie.”

A strangled gasp died at her sternum as his hand suddenly grasped her throat. With a quick yank, she was up on her feet, her toes barely scraping the ground as the hulking man held her up to his face.

“Oh the things I’ll do to you..” he whispered as his thumb dug deep onto her cheek and the rest of his fingers etched at her throat.

Swinging on his boots, he swept her across the silent halls. His stride a dark ceremonial gyrate, the creamy fabric of her pristine nightgown floating mid-air like a sheer tongue of white morning mist.

“I will make you mine as you begged,” he rasped barbarically, one hand pushing the door open while the other held her attached to his chest, “I will teach you what you asked…” his lips brushed her ear, his breath hot over her cheek, “your first lesson begins... in my bed.”

With a swift shove, she was forced into his realm. Feet stumbling upon the tepid wooden floor, her ears throbbed with shock. Her hands reached to grasp onto the engraved bed column to prevent herself from falling.

His bedroom smelled of dying roses and smoked wicks, echoing the putrid decadence that gnawed at Sherlock’s mind. A dozen melting candles burned in every secluded corner, their little orange tongues licking the reflection of a sizable mirror that stood opposite of his large bed.

A dull metallic click broke the air, followed by Vanessa’s sputtering breath as she saw him lock the door. Her faith sealed - now caged in the lair of the beast. Reduced to his own shimmering shadow, Sherlock advanced toward her, ripping his shirt off.

Fingers biting into the wooden pole, Vanessa stared, unable to determine if it was a man or a lycan god who stood before her. Every breath made his bare torso look menacing. Under the deep dusky twilight, his muscles curved and stretched, coated by a virile, dark fur.

Curious, her gaze followed the striking veins and the trail of unkempt hair that paved its way down his fine abdomen and disappeared beneath his trousers. Guiding to that which she feared and wanted at once.

Eyes of blue flame shone with absent remorse, brows arched with a pretentious demeanour as he reached a hand to seize her to him. “Your innocence dies here tonight,” he hissed in her ear, “from now on, you’ll be my little whore to plough as I please.”

The air died in her lungs as his firm chest collided with hers and his knee forced her legs apart. Bulging and muscular, his thigh rose to brush at her clit, the thin fabrics a shy barrier.

Shuddering, she swallowed hard in a dire battle to find her voice. “I will be whatever you need me to be,” she retorted as the thought of being exploited by her master released fluttering butterflies of fear and excitement in her chest.

Sherlock smirked and captured her jaw between his finger and thumb as he leaned in. Torrid lips hovered over her own, offering a phantom kiss to distract her from the greedy fingers that pushed the sleeves of the gown off her shoulders.

Like warm milk it poured down her body, exposing her delicacies to the night and to the gluttonous hands that kneaded her breasts while he flicked his tongue over her closed mouth, tasting the plumpness of her lips.

A true creature of the underworld, Sherlock’s touch was cruel like his promises; he took as he pleased, leaving his sigil seething on her skin. Her sputtering gasps served as an opportunity to invade her hot cavern. The detective’s kiss was even more ruthless, his tongue smooth as silk seized and conquered her breath.

She could feel him streaming in her blood, tasting him all the way down through her gut. Dark and intoxicating like poisonous absinthe, the promise of death swung amidst their hot, serpent-like dance.

Yet she only yearned to drink to her demise.

As if under a stupor, she swayed to his spells, bucking her hips to ground herself on the meat of his thigh, leaving the coarse fabric wet with sticky arousal. A condescending grin tugged at his lips, and his hand rushed to the back of her head, weaving through her hair and yanking her back.

“Already the wanton harlot,” he spat, swiftly turning her over and holding her against his chest. “Look at yourself,” he growled hoarsely in her ear, forcing her doe eyes to stare at their reflection. Sherlock rested his dimpled chin on the top of her head with his brows lowered like an apex predator examining his prey.

His hand disappeared behind, hastily fumbling with his trousers, “You wanted me to show you, you want to see,” he called as his trousers piled at his feet and he carefully stepped out.

Something hefty and hard nudged at the small of her back, turning her veins into thin tendrils of ice. Abysmal panic coiled at her gut at the realisation that Sherlock meant to reshape her as the vessel of his primal urge.

Hand snaking around her belly, he snatched her to fall back onto the mattress with him pillowing her fall. Her firm buttocks slid across his hairy abdomen, hands fumbling to grasp his thick thighs while her eyes flared at the sight of his hardened cock displayed in front of her in its full generous size.

It was nothing like the medical illustrations she saw in books: bulging tendons swerved across an imposing, meaty rod. Ridges rippled across its girth like soft silk, and the heart-shaped head dripped of glistening, pearly arousal.

Curious, her trembling hand wandered to feel him, stunned by the liquid-like texture that engulfed the absurd rigidness. By order of her touch, he twitched and swelled, causing the radiating heat at the apex of her groin to palpitate.

Pressing his lips to the shell of her ear, Sherlock growled, “Do you like what you see, little one?”

His taut hands reached to grasp her thighs, spreading her wide over each of his legs and holding them apart to expose her untouched sleek at the mirror. The thundering in his throat was nothing but animalistic as he glowered at her perfect sight: his little Nessie, his little untainted flower blooming fresh with dew, yearning to be plucked.

“Look at yourself,” Sherlock demanded with a whisper drenched of fervour. His coarse hand dragged to capture her chin and forced her to face the salacious spectacle reflected before them. Her breath shuddered; she saw their skin mapped onto one another, their bodies entangled and their souls unmasked.

How could something so forbidden be so beautiful?

“I dwell in the darkness, Vanessa.” Sherlock explained, his voice stroking her temple as his lips inched closer, “You must know that, you must have me as I am.”

He laved his tongue over her cheek as if he was tasting the sweetest delicacy and reached for his erection, stroking the pulsating girth between his fingers. Eyes still glued to their likeness on the glossy surface, she glanced as he pressed his pink, meaty tip between her dripping petals.

“Watch as I take something from you that can never be given back, something that will forever belong to me.”

“Sherl….”

His name died on her tongue, the moment forever lost in a loud shriek. Savagely and unceremoniously, he pried her virginal cunt open the way a predator rips at its prey’s throat. His massive shaft tore through her purity with no resistance to fight back against his brutal invasion.

Pain rattled its way through her entire entity while the dark spectacle of the loss of her innocence played right in front of her eyes, spurring grievous tears. Lost to the bliss of her warm cavern, Sherlock chanted in loud groans, continuing to force himself all the way between her squeezing walls. Remorseless of her cries, he never stopped until every hollow inch inside her was full of his cock and his sac smacked against her stuffed opening.

“My! You feel good!” He panted with astonishment, his virility twitching within the lush sanctuary between her thighs. Noxious pride flowed in his veins at the reflection of the naked young girl, spread open with him inside her.

“Do you like having me inside you, my little harlot?”

“God!” Vanessa screamed, stunned by the sensation of him swelling at her core. His invasion seared, her legs trembled against his in a plea to be kept together. But he only stretched her wider, hooking both hands below her thighs.

“It will feel good in a little while,” he promised and slowly shifted his hips back. Inch by inch, his cock slid out of her now defiled slit, coated by blood and a sheer layer of arousal. It was something of decadent theatrics; his broad chest puffed against her spine, a blissful hum leaving his bobbing throat at the image of the crimson stain that decorated his sword.

“From this moment and beyond, this belongs to me,” he murmured, nuzzling her neck and planting wicked, butterfly kisses along the tender slope, “do you understand? Your little cunny is my property, your moans, your pleasure, all belong to me.”

Her cunt clenched around nothing as she watched his full length slipping out, tainted by broken purity, the empty void leaving pure urgency to course through her tendons. Hopeless for something she couldn’t even recognise, she whined and writhed on top of him. Her eyes levitated from their sexes to meet his icy glare.

“Sherlock, please, more! Please put yourself back inside me!!!”

“Fuck!” Sherlock rasped in awe of her wanton, his control nearly lapsed. Fingers digging into her thighs, he undulated his hips and pulled her down the length of his throbbing erection. Low melodies of pleasure rolled on his tongue as her wet cunt pressed around him again.

Gawking at the mirror, she nearly fell apart in his arms, cries of daze escaped her as Sherlock's drove back into her sleek. Every bit of his flesh unfolding hers, disappearing within her body to defy the loneliness aching in her cove until his entire shaft was lost in her depth and the tip of his cock hit something lush and tender. She could have sworn she felt him waver deep in her gut.

“Sherlock!!!” she cried, shutting her eyes at the sharp twinge that shuddered through her core.

“Don’t you dare close those eyes, dove,” he warned, and the authority in his voice left her no choice but to obey. Wickedly, his fingers slithered to the little nub of flesh above her slit and ruthlessly tugged at it to expose more of her battered sex. He continued to pound into her mercilessly, quickening the rhythm with each one of his thrusts.

“Look at you, taking me so obediently. Perhaps I was wrong about you, perhaps you are easily tamed.”

The thick bones of his hips crashed into her rump vigorously, his girth violently splitting her protesting walls. He was fast, wet, and hard inside her, his cock drilling into her over and over, every plunge stripping more layers of her soul and pushing her higher toward the heavens.

Enslaved to the beguiling aphrodisiac, she squirmed on top of him, her body beginning to push down to meet every thrust. The vision of herself being brutally taken by the large, civilised beast made the blood pool at the seams of her womanhood and tingle with frustration.

A shuddering quake began to spread within her, spiralling out in a sequence of spasms sourced at the spot where they connected. Bliss and ecstasy shattered her body and a sudden flush of pleasure exploded through her body as she came all over his cock.

Engulfed in her milking cunt, Sherlock could hardly believe what beheld his eyes. His beautiful nymph, coming undone around him, ethereal and divine. Her blissful chants a song to his ears only, she was like dryad humming a hymn to call upon a lonesome hunter.

“‘My Vanessa, I wanted you for so long.” He called, fucking her wildly through her orgasm. “Tell me you want me to come inside you,” he choked out on his grunts, her sugary walls closing around his thickness like a predatory flower, demanding to suckle his sweet elixir.

Still riding her climax, she shook her head, hesitant of speaking such profanities. But the stern glower on Sherlock’s face instantly forced her into submission.

“I want you to come … come inside me!” She panted and then screamed as another wave of intense rapture swept her away.

Her squeezing cunt forced the thick stream to vibrated through his shaft, making him drill into her with zeal. His fingers clutched her waist as he slammed her down onto his swollen cock, burying himself the deepest he could. Vanessa yipped as something hot sprouted into her, flooding her womb like a soothing kiss that slowly began trickling between their tight flesh.

Still locked in an embrace, they shivered together. Soft maple hues glimmered over their wet skin, their bodies heaving against one another while a symphony of pants and gasps filled the silence.

Sherlock’s glaciers sought to capture her reflection, a dark, brooding look on his sweat-silken face while his lips ghosted over her shoulder. There was no question in the rough expression of his face.

Nothing spoke louder than the possessiveness that pierced through the sharp reflection.

~*~

A tender stream of sunshower kissed her lids awake. The cerulean sky winked at her through the open window while her senses gingerly regained their functions after what felt like graveyard slumber. Finding herself alone, she wondered for a moment if the night before was only a fantasy; but this bed was too soft and far too large, and the sensation of shame licking between her thighs told her otherwise.

Even in his absence, Sherlock’s presence lingered. His pungent sweat layered on her skin, and from her torn seal trickled the pearly, forbidden essence of his loins. She allowed herself a moment of coy bliss, pressing her lips upon her bare shoulder to kiss the taste of him off her flesh when the thud of inching footsteps and creaking wood made her sit up with fright as if her presence was forbidden.

Huddling the blankets around her chest, she gulped as the door flung open.

Already dressed in a clean shirt, a vest of golden brown, and a long black jacket, the hulking man offered her a small wrinkle on his brow. Fine silks were folded on his forearm, and his eyes fell upon the naked beauty in his bed. A shadow of dark desire danced upon his slanted smirk as he noticed the little inkling of dry blood on the edge of the mattress.

“Slept well, my little Nessie?” He asked, passing a finger over his neatly combed locks before gesturing for her to approach him. Obedient as ever, his little servant quickly climbed out, immediately regretting her haste as a spear split through her core. With jolting legs, she swallowed her discomfort and approached him with her head lowered to the floor.

“No, we will have none of this,” Sherlock chided, his finger stalking beneath her chin to fix her stare on his. Their gazes met for a shy second and then he stepped back, unfolding the fabrics held beneath his arm.

A waterfall of black and crimson flowed down, hanging from his hands.

Vanessa’s eyes rounded with wonder; being a woman of lower status, she never owned anything as beautiful and expensive as the dress he held before her.

“Lift your arms, dove,” Sherlock commanded and she did as he bid.

The soft fabrics felt like warm liquid washing over her skin as Sherlock carefully slipped the dress over her head. His hands smoothly roamed her body, tugging at the delicate fabric to fit over her figure. The tall detective stepped to stand at her back and began working the laces of the corset embedded into the gown.

One by one, he tightened the silk binds as he pulled at the laces. Vanessa slightly hissed when her breasts squished against the generous cleavage.

“Forgive me,” Sherlock mumbled as he heard her distress, “I am not used to such… arrangements.”

“Arrangements?” she asked naively, though it quickly dawned on her that her dear master never had a wife or a mistress, which didn’t come much as a surprise after witnessing his bohemian desires the night before. And yet, no regret touched her heart as Sherlock pressed his hand over her torso and perched his chin atop her head once again.

“Look at us.” His lustrous eyes carried to the mirror, guiding hers to follow as he stroked his hand lower to flatten the folds of her dress and pushed her hair over her shoulders with the other.

“Don’t we make a pair?”

Glancing forward, Vanessa took a deep inhale. Crimson and black were unusually beautiful as they graced her figure. The rim of the cleavage was beaded with fine black jewels that gave her appearance an elegant, yet erotic flavour.

Taken by her new design, she allowed herself to be swallowed into Sherlock’s beautiful darkness.

She wouldn’t have him without it.

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Additional notes: I don’t own Sherlock Holmes or Enola Holmes franchise. Thanks to @wondersofdreaming @wolvesandhoundshowltogether and @sapphirescrolls for moral support.

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Perhaps them being protective over you(the reader)? Mostly platonic but hints of romantic(if you get what I mean?) Like, the relationship between them has been platonic and they’ve only really seen it has platonic, but someone(the Heroes) might be catching feelings. Also if it isn’t too much trouble do you think you could keep this in the same timeline? Like, your other scenarios had the same reader and felt like these all happened at some point, can you do the same for this one? I hope this isn’t too much trouble, really love your blog!💖💖💖

Masterlist

Ok, I think I get what you mean. The Hero is protective with a hint of feelings they haven't come to terms with. They're crushing but they don't know it yet.

I don't know what you mean by the same timeline though. It wasn't supposed to be the same reader for all of them but hey! It be like that sometimes, I guess! Especially if they're just friends.

The Reader is also set to be the same age as Wind for his scenario.

Warrior's got longer than intended and there is some catcalling in that one. FYI

Scenario under the cut!

Legend

"You can be seriously going out in that." Legend couldn't help but snap. The group had been dropped into a snowcapped mountain in the middle of a blizzard. The only luck they had on their side was a nearby cave where they all but ran to in an attempt to weather the storm and get their bearings.

But someone still had to scout and you were planning to take Wild and Twilight with you since they were the only ones who could both brace the cold and most likely find their way back.

He, however, didn't like the idea of you going out there period.

Even less so when he found you severely underdressed compared to your companions.

It seemed however, that you saw no problem with it, even going as far as to tilt your head and look down at what you were wearing at his comment. It sparked something in Legend's chest that he wasn't willing to decipher at the moment.

"What's wrong with it?" You asked.

"Are you serious right now?" Legend scowled. The top you wore was tight around your chest and the cloak that clasped at the front billowed around you ever so slightly from the wind at the front of the cave. There were thin layers of furs under your linen over shirts that matched the fur lining your boots outlining your figure and silhouette in a way he found irritating.

The light that barely peaked through the clouds lit up your form gave you a halo of light over your head and made you look more of a hero than he ever would have pictured you.

It didn't sit well with him.

"That doesn't nearly look warm enough. If you plan on going out in that then you'll freeze within the first ten minutes." He crossed his arms and stared you down, willing you to disagree, to challenge him, keep you here longer so one of the others can pick up the lack and go instead.

"It's bear fur Legend." You reply instead with an easy grin your face. He elected to ignore it because he was trying to stay mad and irritated at the lack of care you seemed to have for your own safety. Why weren't the others backing him up?! Wouldn't Twilight have said something by now?! Or Time?!

Why was it just him?

How dare you smile like that? And at him no less! He's trying to make a point, darn it! It's hard to concentrate when you look so... innocent and bright and happy and-

Focus Link.

"I actually have four layers on as well." You continue and peel back what you can to show him what your clothing looks like. Unknowingly giving him a great look at your figure beneath said layers. "Two layers of wool and two of fur and I still have my clothes under here as well. Without enchantments like Wild, it's probably the warmest thing here. I'll be alright."

He can't bring himself to believe it.

He grits his teeth and continues to look at you, not bothering to spare a glance at Wild or Twilight when they eventually join your side, both now ready to head out.

"Honestly Legend. I know it doesn't look like much but I grew up around snow and ice and mountainous storms. If anyone knows what they're doing here, it's me."

He knows this. You told him. He knows that he knows this.

Why can't he believe it?

His hand forms a fist with a tight grip and he gets an idea.

Before he can fully think it through, he's marching up to you and snatches up your hand before you can protest.

You haven't put on your gloves yet so it's skin on skin.

He can't think much of it or he'll lose his nerve and he's already gone too far to go back now or he'll only be making a fool of himself.

Legend all but rips the most powerful ring he has on his person and shoves it onto your own. It's a protection ring, it'll shield you if anything tries to hurt you.

He's not entirely sure why he cares so much, just that he does, and this is all he can do if no one is going to back him up and stop you from going.

"I want this back." He says. He knows it sounds meaner than he's intending but then you let him put it on, take your hand back and marvel at it for a moment.

"I'll protect this with my life." You flex your hand, testing out how it feels and wonder what magic it must posses for Legend to not only give it up but deem it worth for the storm outside.

"Thanks Vet." You grin brighter and Legend finds himself floundering for a moment at the intensity of it.

The tips of his turn red, he knows this and he forces himself to distance himself or else the others would notice.

Your trio disappears into the white and he sits down by the fire made for the smaller ones of the group. He hasn't made eye contact with anyone since you left and he makes the mistake of trying to casually play it off by looking up.

Time is watching him with a knowing smile on his face.

"What?" Legend barks and scowls at the attention.

The older man just laughs a bit to himself and shakes his head but he doesn't say anything.

Legend thinks back on his actions a little sooner than he thinks he should and glances at his hand. The hand that grabbed yours.

Despite the journey, your hands were so soft.

He can't help but smile.

Time

Time was watching the over the group for the morning shift, his hand over his sword and his eyes watching... well you.

You intrigued Time.

Out all the heroes of courage on this journey, you weren't one of them. You weren't a Link and yet you seemed to fill a gap the group didn't know it had.

He couldn't figure out why or how but he found himself wanting to know what made you tick, why did you work so well with the others, what your world was like, and how did it mold you to be so....

He had trouble finding a word for it.

As the boys rough housed and played around, he found himself relaxing. It was a quiet morning and he had the added support of Wolfie on look out for any monsters.

He put his sword down and and walked over to where you were.

You were sitting with a book in your lap, something he found you doing often. But this time you were ignoring the book, laughing at Wind's and Wild's antics as they blasted each other with their Deku leaves. Wind continuously knocked the Champion around but neither of them seemed to mind.

If anything, it appeared the were doing on purpose and were trying to see how far he'd go.

Boys.

He could feel the smile on his face as he made his way toward you.

"Enjoying the theatrics?" He spoke up.

You jumped with a small yelp, something he found endlessly entertaining.

"You're the biggest guy here! How are you so quiet?!" You yelled in his face with a pointed finger and hand on your chest.

Time chuckles and sits down next to you, sitting just close enough for your knees to brush. "Sorry. It's not always intentional, I promise."

"So you admit you do it on purpose!!" You turn to face him fully. Book absolutely forgotten.

Time finds himself pleased by the change.

"Occasionally." He grinned.

"Oh, and I so happen to be your favorite victim then?" You crossed you arms and leaned closer to him. Your words were biting but the smile on your face was teasing and the glint in your eye was knowing.

"Of course."

"You're impossible." You shove him away. "You're only like this because no one will ever suspect you."

"Is that so- LOOK OUT!" Time had noticed a second too late but in the seconds Time stopped paying attention to them, Wind and Wild had stopped launching each other and started launching objects.

Such objects like coconuts and hard wooden barrels.

Like the ones heading in your direction.

With no time to act, he grabs you and rolled out of the way, pressing you into his chest. The huddling objects bounced off of your spot, some exploding on impact while the rest crashed into the nearby trees and bushes.

It looked like a war zone.

Time held onto you for a second after the damage passed, waiting for any else to come your way. When nothing appeared, he began to let you go, looking down on you to see your reactions. "You ok?"

You had curled yourself into his chest, continuing to press yourself close to him even after he let go.

Time finds himself pleased by this as well.

"Well..." You took a deep breath and slowly looked up and around. "That was exciting."

"Are you hurt?" He asked again. You looked fine, if only a little shaken, but he wanted to hear you say it.

"I think my leg got scratched in the chaos."

Time forces himself to stay calm and to not show any reaction. A scratch is better than getting hit head on. You'll be fine.

"What about you?" You look up to him again, eyes wide and bigger than he remembers and they were such a lovely color-

"I'm more concerned about you." He says, cutting his own thought process off. Time proceeds to get up, being as gentle as he can with you still in his arms. "I did just happen to grab you."

"Well, I'm sure it would have been worse if you hadn't." You grin at him and push yourself away.

Time now finds that he misses the feeling of you there but isn't able to focus on why when the two culprits are running up to you at break neck speeds.

"Are you two ok?!" Wind reaches you first.

"We're so sorry, we miscalculated the angle and it went wildly off our target." Wild continues and helps you to your feet.

Wind hovers near Time, unsure of what to do or how to help.

Time looks over to where you are, breathless but smiling dazzlingly. "We're ok." You tell Wild. "Just thrown around is all, we're fine."

Time sighs and stands up, putting his serious face on. "You boys better have a good explanation for this."

They could have hurt someone. They almost hurt you. His only consolation is how they squirm under his gaze.

Good.

Wind

"What the hell? What the hell? What the hell? What is this place?!"

Wind looked over his shoulder from the fight over to where you were, the monster he was fighting falling before him. It was a great thing in his eyes to no longer be the youngest of the group. Not only for there to be someone of his age to talk to but also get the group off of his back for some of their more dramatic attempts at keeping him safe.

Wind was having a blast.

Everyone had found a dungeon in the sense that they fell into it against their knowledge and will and had happened to land with partners.

He hopes so anyway.

But on his end, he's with you!

And he's loving it!

You've never judged him and you've always thought that his stories were great and this was a great opportunity to show you how cool he is in a fight without the others trying to stop him from doing all his cool stuff.

And as an added bonus, he loves spending time with you!

Wind was close to wishing on stars for more time to spend alone with you. The others were always around and always in his business. How lucky that it seems he got his wish without doing that little kid stuff, like star wishing.

He didn't take into account that this might be your first dungeon though.

...Guess you didn't have those in your world...

But that's fine! He'll just walk you through it. They're easy once you get a groove going, and as dungeons go, this one is old hat for him.

The enemies around you fall within minutes and you're a little more shaken up than he likes.

"You ok?" He puts his sword on his back and walks toward you. You're staring at the fallen enemy in front of you with your own sword still raised. There's a slight cut on your arm, a red line going across and down, but Wind is almost certain that the cut is across...the blood is just going down your arm.

Wind takes a moment to quiet the sudden and unexpected rage. The monsters are lucky, he thinks, that they're already dead.

He grips his wrist tightly at the sight and places his other hand on your own. You gulp slightly and look at him tearfully. "Wind, where are we?"

You're scared, he realizes.

Scared, and alone and you don't know what kind of place this is.

There's another cut just above your eye and there more blood going down your face.

Wind feels himself fill with determination. He has the experience you lack to make it through here. He has been in more fights than you have. He knows what he's doing.

He's going to make sure you get out of here without being afraid anymore.

"Come on." Wind lets himself go and places his hand on top of yours, gently pushing the sword down and make a small effort to lace your fingers together. His other hand grips his sleeve and he begins to swipe it across your face, trying to clean the blood the best he can. "We're going to find the others, ok? We just have to keep going and if we're lucky we'll find a map, maybe a compass and it'll help us get out of here. We'll be back with the others in no time!"

You gulp and nod, tightening your grip on his hand and let him lead you through the unknown. Your voice is quiet and soft and Wind finds that he wants to hear it more often like this...just not laced with fear. "Ok. I trust you."

Wind nearly preens at your words, a large smile overtaking his face.

He'll protect you and you won't have to be afraid, not while he's here.

"Just leave it to me. I got this."

Warrior

"Whatup, Captain?" Warrior feels a weight be thrown on his shoulder at the call of the voice.

He looks to the side where it is and throws an easy smile on his face.

It's you! And you're grinning fabulously in his direction.

"Nothing in particular. Just checking our supplies, we might need to make a supply run in the nearest town for potions if we're lucky enough to find one but..." He looks at the bag in front of him with slight distain.

Truthfully, the group is low on a lot of stuff. Food, medical and magic supplies, someone is going to have to buy the Veteran more sewing supplies as well with how much battery all your clothes have taken on.

It would have to be a big buy....

A small town probably won't have half the stuff they need. And he doesn't know what kind of budget he's working with either.

But he's dealt with worse with less.

The group will hold on for a little longer if nothing drastic happens.

But Warrior doesn't want you to know that. If he had things his way, he'd let you think that everything was ok. That everything was fine and under control.

He's used to having to keep dire news from the troops so that they can keep fighting the good fight.

Lying to you though feel wrong. Dirty.

He finds your complete trust in him endearing and your willingness to help him with any and all loads on his shoulders means more to him than he'd ever be willing to tell you to your face.

You brighten and throw a thumb in the direction behind you. "We're in luck then. There's a town, that-a way according to Wild's weird telescope from his slate. I was planning to go check it out regardless but was in need of a partner. Wild can't because Twilight benched him after last fights stunt. Maybe we can kill two birds with one stone?"

That idea sounds fantastic.

"I'd love to." He says easily. "Got anything to do before we head out?"

"Nope. Ready to leave immediately." You get off of him and he follows after you without missing a beat, quickly falling into sync with your steps. It's a habit he has trouble breaking, but if he can focus on matching your stride instead, he can stay by your side for the walk.

"We're getting supplies from the town. Be back soon!" He calls out to Time and the group as you walk by.

Time raises his hand in acknowledgement and goes back to pinning Wild down with his stare alone. Warrior doesn't feel sorry for him.

With that taken care of, you both pick up your speed and quickly leave the range of your little camp. Jokes are traded easily between you two and Warrior finds himself relaxing.

It's a strange feeling but one he knows that he can share with you.

You put him at ease and there's something about you that calls for his attention.

Maybe it's your attitude. Maybe it's your determination. Maybe it's the way you fight and the grace you carry yourself with.

You're a good fighter, a good team mate, and a good person.

You take care of the others. You take care of him.

He doesn't know how to thank you.

Warrior notices that you both reach the town in record time, the conversation seeming making time a useless way measure distance.

You both walk in and begin with Warrior's shopping list since it has a higher priority than simply exploring.

Warrior makes a promise to himself to find something for you.

A small gift, if you will.

He's not entirely sure what you like just yet but he thinks you deserve something nice and if he's here to buy nice things, then why shouldn't you get something as well.

The trouble is getting it without you seeing him buy it, or figure out his plan.

You were always able to read him like a book.

"Lookin' good sweetheart!" A voice calls from the side. A loud and obnoxious voice followed quickly by multiple cheers and whistles.

Warrior instantly has a spike in irritation and he forces himself to not shout back. He's used to this. It happens sometimes back home. He's not surprised it can carry elsewhere. There's pigs everywhere.

He ignores them.

"Why don't you leave your boy toy and come find out how a real man can treat you darlin'?!" Another one comments. More cheers and howls.

Boy toy?

That's new.

Warrior looks in their direction and comes to a startling discovery.

They're not looking at him. THEY'RE LOOKING AT YOU.

Now... Warrior likes to think he's a rational man. He's good at keeping his head on straight in tough situations. He's good under peer pressure and under stress.

He takes one look at you and sees your smile gone, your head is down and your face is red in shame, anger and embarrassment.

But you don't say anything in reply and only shuffle closer to him, trying to get in front of him so he'll shield you from their gaze.

Warrior is a rational man.

Many would agree with that.

He wants to tear their heads off.

"Come on baby, don't be that way! As easy as your back is to watch, we want to get a good look at your pretty little face!"

Warrior turns suddenly and faces them all head on. "Thank you for the compliment doll face! I'm new in town and just passing through but maybe-"

He starts walking towards them as sultry as he can manage, pulling on every acting cell he has in his body.

Which is a lot if you ask him.

The tactic works as he wants it to. Warrior knows he wasn't their target and the idea of him responding instead throws them off their rhythm.

"No, no, wait-" One of them holds a hand up and takes a step back. "Not you."

"Who else darlin'?" He mimics their drawl and smirks at their instant discomfort. "You want a good time?"

"I'm leaving." One of them says after a second of horror shows on his face and not so subtlety turns on his heel and leaves. The third follows without saying anything and it just leaves Warrior and the first caller.

Warrior likes these odds.

He drops the act and lets his murderous intent shine on his face. "Got anything else to say?"

Warrior reaches for his sword and the idea finally gets through the guy's head. Leave us alone or else.

"...No." He says and finally leaves as well, not looking back at either of you.

Warrior nods at his retreating form and returns to you, a little ashamed by how long it took him to react. For your sake.

His head is low when he reaches you and he scratches the back of his neck instead of making eye contact.

"Um... What do you want to do now?" He asks lamely. By Hylia, he wants to kick himself into oblivion.

A small snort catches his attention and he snaps his head up.

You're looking at him, hand over your mouth and crinkled eyes giving away your not so hidden smile. Your shoulders are shaking and it only grows as he stares at you.

You're not mad? He has trouble believing it because he's still furious.

A small bark of laughter escapes without your consent and it's the last wall to break as the dam flows out. You're laughing hysterically and it's beginning to scare him a little.

"D-Did you see their faces?!" You nearly scream. "Oh my god, Warrior, I love you. That was amazing."

Warrior shakes off the shock and feels himself blush. "It wasn't that special..."

"Wasn't that-? Oh boy, I wish Wild was here. I would have loved to get a picture! Warrior that was awesome. I'm so glad that you agreed to come with me." You walk beside him and grab his hand, beginning to drag him through the town. "You know what? I owe you. I have some rupees and we're not expected to come back to camp yet. You want something? I'll get it for you. My treat. Anything you want."

Warrior begins to flounder, and he's uselessly dragged behind you while your grin grows with every second that you talk.

While this all happens and you talk about the ways you plan to treat him, Warrior starts to think that he might just do anything for you.

Hyrule

Hyrule was busy enjoying the scenery of their most recent trip. He had managed to sneak away from the group and walk around the area without having to worry about the others for a moment.

The quiet was nice and familiar. The place was new and begging for him to explore what it had to offer.

Hyrule... found himself wishing for companionship, weirdly.

Well, as long as his travel companion is you.

He supposed Wild would have been just the same....but he found himself wanting to be with you instead.

He just... he doesn't know why. It doesn't bother him.

There's just.... He has trouble finding the words.

You're warm and gentle and it reminds him of casting his Life spell on himself before he met the others. There's a sense of safety, of calm.

A cool breeze on a warm summer's day.

A smile creeps on his face at the thought of you. Hyrule knows that he does it often but he still can't bring himself to care about it.

"Oh my- NO! HEY!" He hears your voice. Panicked, frantic and shrill.

And it gets cut off.

It's a bucket of ice water dumped over him. His heart launches into his throat and his stomach drops to his feet. His feet are moving in the direction towards you before he even realizes it.

Hyrule has reached a full on sprint and has to continue to run when he fails to find you. He takes a moment to be grateful for his stamina and how he's used to running but you're not.

At least he doesn't think so.

But he hopes this isn't where he finds out.

He trips over something. A sharp pain cuts across his shin as he falls to the ground, palms barely sustaining damaged thanks to his armor.

Hyrule gets up and sees something even worse than what he thought.

It's your sword.

You don't have your sword.

You're unarmed and alone.

Hyrule picks himself up and your sword and continues running at an even quicker pace.

He reaches you eventually and feels unadulterated rage flood through his system.

There's a pig monster over you, cheering and dancing in victory. There's only one. He thinks it's one of Wild's bokoblins but he calls on his magic and sends his sword straight through the monsters beating heart.

There's no black blood as it falls.

He sprints even more in your direction and begins to cradle your head, gently checking for blood any injuries.

He lets the healing spell move through his fingers to catch whatever he might be missing, whatever he can't see or get to without hurting you further.

He can feel what areas need the attention the most and can almost reconstruct the attack.

There's a large bump on your head, most likely the hit that knocked you unconscious.

Your arm is scratched and multiple pieces of skin have been torn off but it's a graze more than anything, it's not bleeding and doesn't goa any deeper than that.

Probably the hit that knocked your sword out of your hand.

There's a bruise blossoming on your knee and on your stomach and he has trouble figuring out what came first. They could have come from your fall or the beast could have simply hit you again.

The magic works its way through your system and subsequently heals him as well from his own minor injuries.

There's no way you can wake up fast enough and it leaves his heart pounding in his chest.

Hyrule knows when there's nothing left to heal and has to force himself to stop before he overexerts himself. The uncertainty is killing him. Just when he was hoping to spend time with you alone, this happens.

You groan and begin to sit up, your hand going to your head before realizing that it doesn't hurt and that you're not alone.

"Hyrule...Hey." Your voice is soft and a smile overtakes your face. You looks around and sit up straighter when you catch the dead body of the monster not two feet from you. "Guess that's your doing?"

Hyrule nods and moves to give you space, reaching his hand out for you to take. "How are you?"

"Good, all things considered...." You shrug and pick up your sword. Hyrule didn't even notice that he dropped it. "I was looking for you."

A mix of emotions fills his heart. Guilt at being the cause of it. Relief that at least you're together again. Happiness, strangely, at the thought of you thinking about him.

"Well I'm not lost, just..." He nervously looks up to you, his hand coming to scratch the back of his neck. "Got left behind."

"We noticed." Your smile fills with mirth and it's borderline a smirk.

Hyrule is not prepared by the realization that he finds that incredibly attractive.

"Thanks for coming to my rescue." You say, wrapping your arm with his. "The rest of the group is over here by the way."

"Yeah... Yeah ok." He grins and tightens his grip around your arm. "Let's meet up with our friends."

Yeah....friends...That's just what friends do.

Why does he feel weird about it?

Twilight

"On a scale of one to ten, how hard is it to learn how to ride a horse?"

Twilight looked around Epona's form, pausing his motion in brushing her to see you leaning up against her, a hand on her neck and brushing ever so slightly.

"Some people are more natural than others I suppose..." Twilight responded, an idea forming in his mind. "But it's not difficult."

You nodded in response and continued to pet the best girl around.

"I can show you how... If you want that is." Twilight grins to himself, leaning closer to Epona so you don't notice. The thought makes him giddy in a childlike way and he doesn't want you to be put off by his overexcitement.

You snap your head in his direction, a bright and excited smile on your face. "Really? I've always wanted to learn but I didn't want to impose."

Oh.

Out of everyone who could easily show you how to ride a horse, you came to him.

Well... doesn't that do something to his heart.

I mean, he is the only one with the horse but -DETAILS!!

He doesn't care for them.

"Here. Get on." He walks around and holds the reins, gesturing for you to get on Epona's back.

"Right now?" You're surprised, but delighted.

Twilight thinks it a good look on you.

"Sure. We're not going anywhere just yet and Epona can use a walk to stretch her legs." He says and helps you get up. Twilight is quick to follow after you and sit behind you, your back pressed up upon his chest.

"Ok, here's what you're going to do." He gives you the reins and places his hands over yours, leading you and Epona to where he thinks is a good place to go for a small trot.

It's effortless for him to lead you both through the trail.

Your trio actually pass by the group who are resting for lunch and wave to them as you go. Twilight catches the smile Time has on his face and is quick to put together that he knows something he doesn't. He'll ask Time about it later.

Twilight talks to you about how to hold the reigns, how to kick the horse into gear, how to steer and anything that he can think of that means safety for both you and the animal.

"Hey Twilight-" You mention suddenly and point just beyond the distance. "-Should we be concerned about that?"

Monsters, also on horses.

An arrow wizzes by suddenly, imbedding itself in Epona's side.

Shocked by the pain and scared by the suddenness of it, Epona takes off in a sudden sprint. Encouraged by the reaction, the monsters give chase.

Twilight notices that they don't have as much control over their chosen transportation.

He has the advantage.

Epona's first instinct is to run back to the group, back to the numbers and safety. Twilight knows better though, he can't lead the monsters to the group, even if he has a sizeable lead on them. He quickly turns her away, a plan forming in his mind.

You don't have weapons or back up, so this is going to get interesting.

"TWILIGHT!" You scream and throw yourself against him, covering your eyes with one and and gripping him tightly with the other. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

"Trust me!" He yells over the rushing wind. "I think I have a plan!"

"YOU THINK? You're crazy!" You reply, directly into his ear. "But I trust you... so I guess I am too!"

"That's the spirit!" He grins. Twilight knows Epona won't be able to do much more without injuring herself further and he doesn't want to make any reckless decisions with you right next to him.

He'd hate for you to no longer want to ride a horse over this bad experience.

"Hang on tight!" He finds himself yelling, adrenaline in his veins and he pushes Epona to go a little bit faster.

There's a cliff nearby, a ledge that if he can Epona to go fast enough, she can jump it.

The monsters may try to follow but Twilight is riding heavily on their lack on control and the horses will to stay safe.

Epona reaches it and jumps.

There's a moment of weightlessness and Twilight's heart floats up to his throat. You gasp, and fling yourself around to press your face into the crook of his neck.

Twilight takes one arm off of the reigns and wraps it around you, pressing you tightly into his chest.

Epona makes the jump, landing on the other side with a little more turbulence than Twilight is used to, but he'll blame her shot.

He slows her down and looks to the other side of the ledge.

The monsters do in fact try to follow but Twilight's gamble and intuition pays off. The horses stop just by the edge and several monsters fly off of their backs and down below. The other monsters who can't get by, stop in anger and scream from the other side.

But it appears they lost their archer to the abyss.

So you're safe.

"Oh my goodness..." You gulp and remove yourself from him. "Holy cow... You did it. You mad lad, you did it."

Twilight chuckles nervously and begins to lead Epona back to the camp, gentler and a little more aware now of how she's moving, how much she's been hurt.

"Is Epona ok?" You try to look around him and spot the injury, but there's not a lot of space on the saddle to manage that. He does it for you and sees that it's mostly blocked by the saddle itself, the arrow imbedded deep into the side, just missing the both of you.

Epona most likely only has a scratch and was more startled if anything.

Twilight's not happy about his girl getting hurt but knows that she's taken worse hits. He'll tend to her later, he's worried about you too.

"You ok?"

"Yeah, but Epona?" You insist.

"She's fine. It mostly hit the equipment. They were terrible shots." Twilight grins easily, taking the lead in steering Epona and leans into your back.

You laugh breathlessly and turn your head directly into his. It gives him a great view of your eyes and how they seem to glow in the light. He finds himself entranced and almost misses what you say completely.

"You're incredible, you know that?"

He nearly preens and he pulls himself back. "You think so?"

"Incredibly reckless." You snort. "You've lost your privileges' for yelling at Wild. You're just as bad as him."

"I-..." Twilight starts but can't finish.

"But hey, at least we're ok." You lean back and make yourself comfortable against him. "That could have been worse."

Twilight doesn't move a muscle while you're there, if you're comfy against him, then he'll keep you comfy. "Yeah. Sorry about freaking you out back there."

You go quiet for a moment and he wonders if he's ruined something. Twilight doesn't know if there's something to ruin actually, and he doesn't understand the thought now that he's had it. He doubts you'll stop being friends because of this, so that's not at threat. Monster attacks are not something new. But...

He wants to do this with you, for you.

He doesn't like the idea of you turning him down.

"I don't know..." You say eventually. "Maybe you can make it up to me by continuing these horse riding lessons. Maybe I'll forgive you then."

Twilight doesn't look at your face, he doesn't turn to look at you. He's afraid he'll give too much away on his face if he does.

"If you're still up for it?" It's question. It wasn't supposed to be a question.

You nod and fully relax, your heartbeat gently beating against his own. "Maybe less monsters next time?"

"Agreed." Twilight grins. "Not until after you learn to go out on your own."

"How about... No."

Wild

"Wild. I. Have a question." Wild looks up to your approaching form, tensing up in anticipation.

"Yeah, what's up?" He tries to grin naturally. Wild feels his heart start to beat faster and his face heat up. He gets nervous around you even if he wants to be by your side, but he doesn't know why.

He knows you're friendly and sweet and nice and incredibly smart and there should be no reason that you do this to him and yet he wants to impress you so bad....

But he doesn't know how.

"Your slate has that crazy inventory right? So you carry a whole bunch of stuff on you at all times?" You try to stand tall but you dip your head and thread your fingers through your hair.

You're nervous.

Now you really have his attention.

"Yeah. I might have enough stuff to rival the Veteran and he's known as the Collector as well." Wild sits back and tilts his head at you. "What's up?"

"I..." You start and bite your lip. Wild's eyes land on it and he focuses there for longer than he thinks is appropriate. "I just wanted to ask if I could borrow a sword if you had extra... Mine's about to break and I don't want Smithy on my case about it, since I don't have what I need to fix it. But....um...You know what, nevermind. It's not a big deal, I'll manage, I'll-"

"No! It's fine!" He shoots up to his feet and grabs your hand to keep you from leaving. "Got anything in mind? I've got claymores and short swords, elemental weapons and sheikah blades. I've got some cool boomerangs or clubs from monsters if you want those."

While he's talking, he brings up his slate and begins sliding through the pages and icons, bringing it up to your faces so you can get a better look at what he had to offer. He's quick to point out what weapon can do what and how he has one story for each of them.

He takes a look over to your face and is overjoyed when he sees that you're looking through the screen with as much fervor and excitement as he did when he first came into contact with his world's weapons.

"..." He sees your eyes lock on one of them and voice comes out in a giddy giggle. "This one."

"Which one?" He leans over and places a hand on your shoulder. You let him, or you don't notice but the fact that you don't shove him away makes in happy in a way.

You point to it and he has a brief moment of panic when he sees the one you want. It's one of Robby's creations, a sheikah chainsaw so to speak. It's one of the biggest weapons he has.

"OK." He gulps and takes it out. He presses the activation button and watches your face when it lights up the blade.

A large grin over takes your face when you see it and stare at it for a moment. The light is bright in your eyes and you let out a giggle that's borderline hysterical.

"This is awesome!" You make grabby hands at it and he hesitates to give it to you.

He likes that you like it....but he's suddenly not all to convinced that he should. Wild knows that he's reckless and that he gets hurt a little more than anyone appreciates but... What if you get hurt? With his weapon, no less?

The thoughts scares him a little more than he'll admit.

Maybe you should have that one.... Maybe a more... normal weapon would have been better?

You step away and give it a few experimental swings and his heart launches into his throat.

"Ho-ok!" Wild frantically opens his slate again and takes out a another weapon, a normal iron sword. "Take this one as well actually."

"One is enough Wild. Thank you but-"

"We don't want the others to get jealous, now do we?" He lies. "This way it'll be easier to explain...so maybe save that one for emergencies?"

"Alright." You press the button and stash the weapon away, taking the other sword from his hand. Your fingers brush and he tries to not jerk his hand back and make it awkward.

"For the others sake." You grin, and there's a glint in your eyes that makes him think that you're on to him.

But you don't mention it.

He won't plan to mention it either.

He'll gladly share anything else with you though. You just have to ask.

Four

"RUN! WE HAVE TO RUN!"

Four's head snaps up and he doesn't have the time to register why before you run past him and grab his hand, dragging him behind you.

"WHAT?!" Four yells next to you and matches his stride to your easily. "WHY ARE WE RUNNING?!"

"THEY'RE AFTER ME!" You cry and continue running, taking a sharp turn. "NO TIME TO EXPLAIN!"

Four isn't prepared for the level of rage and concern for your behalf as he begin to reach for his sword and turns around to fight whatever has you in a panic.

"Don't!" You pull his hand harder and nearly throw him off of his feet. "It's not worth it. Just run, maybe we can find a place to hide."

"What's after you?" He asks instead. How bad did it have to be that you didn't even want to fight back? Was it monsters? Did they have numbers on their side? Was it the weapons they had? Were they infected?

He'd gladly fight them for you.

But if it's bad... it's bad and he knows that infected monsters take more effort then they should and they're not something he can do alone.

"Here!" A smile appears on your face and with another sharp turn to press him close to your body and squeeze into a small space. There's no space between you two, it's chest to chest, completely up against each other and Four suddenly has a hard time concentrating.

Four says your name in an attempt to distract himself from your body and eyes the hand you press against his mouth in response.

"Shh..." You look outside the hidey hole and snap back in.

Familiar voices ring with mirth and exhaustion but they are not dangerous. Four finds it in himself to be a little miffed at there not actually being any danger but he keeps quiet at your request.

"Where do you think they went?" Wind has a grin in his voice.

"I don't know. I think they actually lost us." Wild replies in kind. "But they can't be far. It's not like they can out run us."

"You take the right and I'll take the left?" Wind offers and Four has to wonder what they want with you.

You keep your hand over his mouth for a moment longer before slowly retreating.

Four gulps and takes a breath. He's immediately assaulted by how you smell. It's weirdly not just sweat, but apple blossoms and some kind of herb that he's having trouble pin pointing.

It's intoxicating and despite the lack of personal space, Four thinks that this is the most comfortable place he's been in a while.

"Ok. I think they're gone." You turn and begin to shimmy out of the hole. "Sorry about that. They want me to do something dumb with... an item of mine and I don't have the heart to tell them no. So I ran... Which didn't really work because they followed."

Four follows out of the hole and brushes the front of him off. He places his hands on his hips and fixes you with a stare.

"And then I ran into you and I didn't want to explain everything but you're a good guy and you'd just tell them where I went because you wouldn't know and I didn't want to risk leaving you behind-"

A good guy?

"So you kidnapped me?" Four raises an eyebrow. "That was your solution?"

"Well... How else do I get your attention?" You mimic his position and look him in the eye.

Four's about to retort with something that you could do before he stops himself. It's... not something one would just say to a friend. But he finds the idea very appealing for a moment before being disgusted with himself for thinking that about you.

He rolls his eyes to change the conversation outwardly but he continues thinking about it. "There are easier ways to get my attention. One of them, for example, say my name."

"Hard to do, if all of you have the same name." You grin.

He smiles back.

Truthfully, now that he's thinking about it, a lot things that you do catch his attention.

The way you move your hands when you talk. The way you move when you fight. The sound of your laugh. The color of your hair and your eyes.

"Um..." You laugh nervously and scratch the back of your neck. "Would you mind staying with me for a moment longer? I uh- Don't know the way back and I don't want to risk running into either of them just yet But.. I did kidnap you, so if you have something better to do-."

Oh yeah, he'll stay with for for longer. He doesn't mind one bit.

Sky

Sky yawns and rubs at his eyes for a moment before turning his gaze back into the fire.

It's early.... like, stupid early. He hates getting up before the sun and would have gladly stayed in his bedroll... but it's his shift.

Admittedly, he doesn't mind being on watch.

But it's the whole concept of being up before the very time keeper in the sky that miffs him. His body wants to fight it and he typically has to put his whole bed roll away when it's his turn or else he'll be tempted to go back to it and sleep the rest of the night time away.

The only bonus, he supposes, is the chance to watch the sunrise.

It's so different on the surface than on Skyloft, there's more colors and it's not as blinding. He can't to experience more when he reaches his own time again.

The other bonus, he supposes, now that he's thinking about it, if the chance to watch over his new friends and that includes you.

You... Are just as mesmerizing as the sunrise, he thinks.

There's something about you that he finds completely captivating. Your endless colors and arrays of simplistic beauty keep his attention in ways he wouldn't have thought possible. Bringing peace and tranquility to the group when they need and being a signal to start the next leg of the adventure.

And yet, he can admit that it's nothing extraordinary.

You're not trying to impress anyone. It comes naturally to you.

Like the sunrise.

Sky smiles to himself and....he's mature to admit that he's glad he met you, and he think he'll miss you the most when this is all over.

When Sky comes back to the present instead of being trapped in his own head, he realizes that he's been staring at you for a while.

You're still sleeping.

He takes a breath. That wouldn't have been awkward. He prides himself on not being a creep, thank you very much.

You turn in your sleep and a sound escapes you.

Sky sits up a little straighter and watches you again. He knows that everyone has their fair share of demon to fight even when they're asleep. It wouldn't be all that surprising to learn that you had your own battles beyond daytime.

You move again, lifting your arm to fight whatever your brain says is in front of you and a gasp comes through.

Sky shoots up again begins to make his way over to you. He's careful not to wake the others but if he kicks Wind's on the way over, he won't mention it... It's not like that woke him up anyway.

When he finally reaches your side, you're shaking and moving side to side without knowledge of what is happening outside your own mind.

Sky nearly growls and kneels next to you.

"I wish I can fight those things for you..." He says out loud as he begins to gently shake your shoulder. "How dare they still plague you. They're not even here. Who gave them the right?"

You give out a small scream, something in your mind terrorizing you and it prompts Sky to shake you by both your shoulders until you wake up.

Your eyes shoot open with a gasp. You're covered in a cold sweat and breathing heavily. It takes you a while to realize where you are and who's in front of you but in the meantime you try fighting Sky off, still not fully aware that you're awake.

"Hey, hey, it's me." Sky takes a step back in hopes of calming you, even if it's the last thing he wants to actually do. "You're safe now. It's ok."

You finally stop and look at him, staring for a moment until he can see the moment when you see him. "...Oh..."

"You ok?" Sky takes the step forward. "That seemed rough."

"I... Um..."

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." He takes another step forward and places his hands on your shoulders. You're still shacking but instead of answering him you launch yourself into his arms.

Sky doesn't hesitate to hold you and lets you cry into his shoulder for as long as you need. He makes a vow to himself right then and there.

He's going to do his best to protect you... and the others. So that even if things get hard, maybe you'll have less nightmares to deal with.

If you'll let him, that is.

For now, he's going to hold you and be there for you when you need him.

It's... really all he can do.

#linked universe #linked universe x reader #linkeduniverse #IT'S DONE!!#I'm not so proud of Sky's and Wild's but feedback is always welcome #Hopefully the mess of posting it unfinished is the first and last time I do that #Will it happen again?#most likely but ehh...

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engie-ivy · 3 years

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Orion Black offers Remus more money than he could've dreamed of. The only condition? Stay away from his son.

(This got way fluffier than I anticipated towards the end)

A slow smile spreads across Orion Black’s face as he writes something down on a piece of paper, and slides it over the broad, wooden desk towards Remus. “Read the number on that paper,” he says confidently. “And tell me again how much you love him.”

To Put a Price On Love

“How much?”

Remus hardly dares to move under the intensity of Orion Black’s scrutinizing gaze. The man is sitting behind his polished wooden writing desk, one large hand holding a pen hovering above some sort of notebook.

Remus is visiting the Black Manor for a couple of days, finally meeting his boyfriend’s family. Much to Remus’ dismay, his boyfriend had been reluctant to take him home, but after some insisting on Remus’ part, he finally agreed. After the first day of staying at the posh manor, Remus had changed his goal of making his boyfriend’s parents like him, to making his boyfriend’s parents not kill him in his sleep.

Orion and Walburga Black are stiff, formal and standoffish people. Their noses are constantly scrunched up in distaste, and their lips pressed in a thin line. They hardly say a word to Remus, and Remus hasn’t once seen them smile. He honestly can’t even imagine it. Where his boyfriend’s silver grey eyes are bright and sparkling with vibrant energy, Walburga Black’s eyes are cold and empty, while Orion Black’s gaze is hard as steel.

That gaze is now intently fixed on Remus, and Remus feels like he’s being weighed and found wanting.

To say he was wary when Orion Black suddenly placed a large hand on his shoulder and asked him, no, commanded him, to come to his study, would be an understatement.

“Ex- excuse me?” Remus stammers.

“What amount do I need to write down to get you to stay away from my son?” Orion Black says slowly.

Remus glances down at the notebook, that he sees is, indeed, a check book, and back up at Orion Black’s face. “I... I think there’s some kind of misunderstanding.”

“I’ve been here before, Lupin, was it?” Orion Black says, with a hint of impatience in his voice. “Everyone has a price, so why don’t you save us both the time, and tell me yours?”

“That’s not... I’m not...” Remus sputters. “I love your son!”

Orion Black smiles wryly at him. “So did many of the others. But as the number got higher, they realised they didn’t love him quite so much after all.”

Remus feels a wave of anger course through his body. He hasn’t even told Sirius he loves him yet. How dare this man just brush off his feelings like that!

“Look,” Remus says. “If you don’t approve of me for your son, then I suppose there’s little I can do about that, but you cannot make a situation go your way just by throwing some money at it!”

“That’s where you’re wrong, boy,” Orion Black says sharply. “Let me give you a free lesson here. There’s nothing money can’t buy, as long as you have enough of it. As the amount I’m offering increases, this so-called ‘love’ will decrease. You don’t have to like it, but that’s just how the world works.”

“Why is it worth so much to you?” Remus asks. “Have I somehow offended you?”

Orion Black lets out a humourless laugh, that doesn’t make his eyes look any less like ice cold steel. “Believe me, boy. If you had offended me, I would’ve used a different way than paying you to get rid of you.”

It’s a threat, and a barely veiled one. Remus feels a chill creep up his spine.

“No,” Orion Black continues undisturbed. “It has nothing to do with you personally.” He sighs. “If Sirius wants to be rebellious and... have relations with the occasional boy, then so be it, but I’ll make sure his provocative behaviour won’t go too far by timely dissolving these delusional attachments. Whatever Sirius has to get out of his system, in the end he shall marry Druella Rosier, as has been promised.”

“That’s ridiculous!” Remus exclaims. “You’d bully your son into a marriage that’ll make him miserable?” Remus shakes his head. “I want no part in this.”

Remus glances down at the paper, and gasps.

“So, how much did he offer you?”

Sirius is standing in the doorway of the guestroom, leaning against the doorframe, arms folded over his chest. He’s watching Remus pack his bags with an expressionless face.

Remus doesn’t look up from his attempt to stuff his jumpers in the bag. “Hundred thousand.”

Sirius whistles through his teeth. “That’s a new record! What did you do? Did you tell him you love me? That always seems to drive up the price a bit.”

“I did,” Remus replies flatly, still not looking up from his packing.

“Fabian did too, but still, he only managed to get to sixty thousand,” Sirius says. “Gilderoy tried to play the ‘but I love him!’-card, but he was so insincere, even my father wasn’t fooled.” He lets out a bitter laugh. “I guess you don’t have much of a negotiating position when your eyes light up with greed the moment you see a check book. Caradoc never claimed to love me. I think I preferred that most,” he adds pensively. “He never pretended we were something we weren’t. Just took the money and left. But then again, I don’t think he even got to twenty thousand,” he finishes with a shrug.

Remus just looks at him for a while, before turning back to his packing.

Sirius follows his movements. “Hey, that’s mine!” He exclaims when Remus picks up a leather jacket and puts it in one of the bags. When Remus doesn’t respond and proceeds to fold up Sirius’ old band t-shirts, Sirius grabs his arm, forcing Remus to look at him. “What are you doing?!”

“I’m leaving!” Remus shouts angrily. “And I’m taking you with me! I won’t allow you to stay with these people who won’t let you be who you are, and who think they can force you into a marriage you don’t want by bribing the people you care about to abandon you!” He takes a deep breath. “Besides,” he adds dryly. “I doubt your father will let me stay in his house after telling him to shove his check book up his arse.”

“But why would you...” Sirius shakes his head. “What’s going on, Remus? Please, I need you to explain.”

Remus’ expression softens upon seeing Sirius’ wide eyes, filled with a mixture of hope and disbelief. “I didn’t take his money, Sirius,” Remus says softly. “I meant it when I told him I love you, and no amount of money will be worth losing you over.”

Sirius’ eyes frantically search Remus’ face, and he seems to find some sort of confirmation there, because the next moment, he flings himself at Remus. He clutches to him and presses his face in his hair. “I wanted to believe... I wanted to trust... I wanted to think that you’d never.. But I’ve been disappointed so many times before. I started to think I just wasn’t...”

“You’re worth it, Sirius,” Remus whispers. “You’re worth a thousand times more than any amount of money. They’re all idiots. Everyone who chose money over you. And you know what? I’m glad for it, because now I get to have you.”

“You have me, Remus. You do.” Sirius pulls away slightly, so he can look Remus in the eyes, while tears are shining on his cheeks.

Remus brushes the tears away with his thumb and smiles. “So, are you ready to leave your luxurious manor with servants on your beck and call, to come live with me in a cramped flat with no idea how we’re going to pay rent next month?”

Sirius smiles back. “I’ve never been more ready for anything.”

#wolfstar #wolfstar fanfiction #wolfstar fic #marauders #marauders fanfiction #marauders fic #sirius black #remus lupin #remus x sirius #orion black #the most ancient and noble house of black

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alreadyblondenow · 3 years

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Jaehyun’s Body | Jung Jaehyun

▸ Jaehyun x reader ▸ Smut, Smut, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Demon Jaehyun, Prostitute reader ▸ HALLOWEEN SERIES: 127 HOUSE ▸ 5/5 for NEOHALLOWEEN writing festival hosted by @nct-writers

Summary: Jaehyun is a demon who uses girls to make him stay handsome. He eats girls… literally. Then he met you and he can’t eat you because he’s in love with you.

Word count: 7K

Warnings: Sex, sex, sex, a lot of killings, mentions of killings, Blood, lots and lots of blood, killings again, then another killings, eating of human flesh, filthy (I’m telling you), all kinds of sex, swearing, abduction, mentions of eating children but he stopped don’t worry, pregnancy, murder, attempted murder, suicide (?), prostitution, mentions of sex club, depression, mentions of therapy, mentions of cheating

A/N: Pure fiction, we all know that Jaehyun doesn’t need girls to make him handsome. I made this filthier than ever because it’s my last fic for 127 House. I made a timestamp for this as a bonus preview so if you already read it, yay. Inspired by the movie Jennifer’s Body and Pretty Woman. I changed the ending last minute I hope you wont hate me. Also, I’m sure a lot of you want to read more Jaehyun eating girls, literally, in action. So I will just make another timestamp for that in the next few days.

Taglist: For the last time, if I happen to forget you I’m so sorry :( @chocolattees @floweringtheflowers @huangxx @bumblebeenct @neosculptures @kooksfairyfloss @jaehyunoos @soothingjae @plump-peach @neospirited @jeongyoonohs @shanghai-lu @seriousballoon @sunshinedhyuck @the-universe-in-you-jjh @mira-winterlight @generantionct @mal-nakamoto23 @svteencarat @johnjaespeach @jinsonaz @hyuckshoe69

Halloween present time

“Mom, can you tell me the story about the monster who eats humans just so he can look like one too?” your nine-year-old daughter snuggles beside you on a Halloween night, tired from trick or treating and already sleepy.

“Just because it’s Halloween” you boop her nose and kept her close to you, stroking her head and making her comfortable.

“Once upon a time, there were five teenagers who want to make a deal with the devil. The clueless teenagers did not know that what they were doing was wrong. Meaning, wrong methods, wrong sacrifice.

Given that they don’t know what they were doing, they singlehandedly or accidentally brought a creature into this world. The bothered creature that was summoned ate the teenagers as the creature was so confused, why was he bothered in his own torture cell in hell?

It starved for days, lost in a world that’s not familiar to him. He fed himself with every human who crosses paths with him, men, women, and children. Until it finally knew that eating humans can make him look just like them.

The creature adapted in this world, living like a normal human and walking amongst us, still not knowing how to go home. “

Halloween many many many years ago

“And that creature is me. Happy Halloween class, enjoy the night” Jaehyun finishes his story in front of his class. Watching every student laugh and shrug his ‘scary’ story for Halloween. They thought he was joking, and that was the fun part Jaehyun thought.

“See you on our next session Mr. Jung” a flirty young girl waved goodbye to him, smiling like she wanted to get on her knees and suck Jaehyun's cock right then and there.

“Enjoy Halloween” he winked back at her and proceed to fix his things and leave the classroom.

It was exactly a decade ago when those stupid teenagers brought him to this world. He didn’t have much of a choice but to live like a normal human to save himself. Feed from their flesh, kill every two weeks and get on with life as if nothing gruesome happened inside his house.

Jaehyun targets girls, women in their early twenties or older. He stopped eating children only because the effect on him does not stay for long. Whereas, eating older people can last two weeks max. Luring girls was never hard for Jaehyun because he’s naturally handsome, but without human flesh, he returns to the disgusting creature he used to be.

Tinder is his go-to restaurant. A little swipe right over here, a swipe right over there, and voila! He now has a tasty dinner and for Halloween night, perfect to celebrate his existence here in this world.

As part of his adaptation in this world, he learned how to cook human meals for his victims. Feeding them good food before he eats them. In the middle of cooking in his big kitchen, his doorbell rang assuming that it’s his food that just arrived. He opened his door with a smile, welcoming the young lady inside his beautiful house, smelling her for some time during the hug. Delicious, he thought.

“Wow. Your house is big” the clueless girl exclaims. It’s always the same, every girl who steps inside his house is always amazed at how beautiful 127 House is. It’s white interior always captures the ladies’ hearts and leave them in awe.

“I hope you’re hungry. I made dinner for us” he gave the girl a flirty smile, flashing those cute dimples of his that always make the girls smile.

During dinner, Jaehyun can’t rush his meal and get on with the kill already. He is patient and takes time to know what he’s about to eat. He asks a lot of questions to gain the girl’s trust and fool her that Jaehyun is actually into her. “Do you do drugs?” the most important question for the night. Jaehyun hates eating humans who do drugs because it has a side effect on him as if his body can’t handle the drugs itself that it makes him weak on the spot. So much for being a creature from hell.

“No, I don’t do drugs. Do you?” the girl answered with wide eyes.

“No no. I’m clean” he smiled and put his hand on the girl’s thigh. Slowly caressing it until Jaehyun reaches her damped panties. “Can you open your legs for me?” Jaehyun’s irresistible request made the girl open her legs a little wider under the table. Rolling her head side to side as she feels Jaehyun’s cold fingers brushing on her clothed clit.

It’s time, Jaehyun thought. Dinner is served.

He pushed the plates away, glasses clinking, utensils started to fall from the table. Jaehyun carried her and put her on the dinner table, kissing her wildly to put the girl in the mood and make her horny. It always works. While he’s busy kissing her, his hands slowly remove her panties and spread her legs a little rough and push her on the dinner table.

“We really doing this here?” the girl asks.

“This is the perfect place to eat you”

The girl smiles and felt excited because a handsome man like Jaehyun is about to eat her pussy. Little did she know, that Jaehyun will quite do it literally. He planted kisses on her inner thighs, making the girl moan and tickle her in the meantime. Jaehyun runs a finger on her slit and make her legs shiver, licking his finger as if he’s having a taste of his dinner.

“Eat me already” she protests. Jaehyun chuckled low and puts two fingers inside her before he makes a move.

Jaehyun’s first lick from her pussy makes his head turn and breathe heavily for the girl he’s about to eat tonight tastes delicious. He licks and licks the girl, not listening to her moaning, not minding if she’s calling his name. The way he licked the girl was like he was having ice cream on a hot summer, sucking her arousal and putting pressure on her clit. Unaware of what’s happening to the girl, he didn’t care if she already came and overstimulated. Jaehyun continued licking his dinner even though the girl is pushing him already, but still having the time of her life.

She then felt Jaehyun bite her clit and made her shout a little too loud that her voice echoed around 127 House. She propped her shoulder and saw Jaehyun’s eyes turned plain black. He smiled at her making the girl shout in horror and shout for her life but Jaehyun’s tongue is making her cum again for the second time tonight, harder than the first one she had.

And that’s Jaehyun’s cue to eat her. Bit her off. Letting her blood pool around his dinner table. He ate her flesh by flesh, sipping every drop of her blood, chewing all her intestines, licking the flavor off her skin like an animal. He can feel himself glow as he continues to eat her.

Pouring himself a glass of his favorite wine, he looks at his reflection through the goblet and admires his handsomeness. Skin clearer as ever, eyes without dark circles, firm ass. He smiled to himself as he feels much more alive and young now. Jaehyun went back to the dead body on his table, kissing the girl on the cheek and thanking her for making him handsome.

That is Jaehyun’s life for the past decade. Murder to survive, eat humans, earn money, and repeat it. No thrill. Even getting caught is no fun for him because he can easily eat the witness. But living in this world full of emotions and Jaehyun is indeed a curious demon, he wanted to try to fall in love. Maybe he wants it because he’s been eating girls who are desperate for love and that’s making him desperate too. You see when he eats humans, he eats their emotions too and in that way, he learned feeling things. Anger, fear, happiness. All kinds.

Three weeks after Halloween, he found this one of a kind service that he’s very much interested in. Just like every other human who likes their food clean, Jaehyun likes his human clean too.

We offer house services just contact us and book someone you prefer. We guarantee clean and respectful girls....

Reading the brochure of that sex club who offers special services is like reading a menu in an expensive restaurant. Maybe it’s time to give up Tinder, stop ordering cheap food, and start feeding on expensive ones.

Just in time for his feeding again, the university kept him busy and so he did not have time to eat and settle for human food instead. That’s why he looks awful now. His hair is starting to fall out, his fair skin has acne, dark circles under his eyes, some of his toenails are falling off. He’s becoming weak, and he needs to eat soon.

“Y/n honey, you have a schedule for tonight. A big spender this one.... huh. He paid an overnight promo and even gave you a tip. Wow he’s rich”

As you listen more of the details from the lady at the front desks, you thanked the man mentally who gave you a generous tip that will go straight to your savings, rent, and water bill. Not that you love this job of yours, but you’re excited to meet the big spender and treat him well just so he can get his money’s worth.

While you were drying your hair, you heard your phone ding and it was from your client whom you look forward to meeting. “I’ll send an uber from your house to mine. See you later” it was a bit cold but usually, your clients will just send you the address and it’s your duty not to be late for the appointment. You smiled because he seems so thoughtful and a real gentleman, you became more excited about meeting him and looking forward to the sex.

When the uber driver dropped you off in front of a big white house, you thought that maybe it was a mistake that your date must have pinned the wrong address. You rang the doorbell just to make things sure. Asking never killed anybody. You wait for someone to open the door to you, biting your lower lip while scanning the outside of the beautiful house.

“You must be Y/n” the man who opened the door said. Well, that makes things official. You’re in the right place.

“Yes...uhh, sir Yoonoh?” his weak state is bothering you. He doesn’t look like he can fuck at all.

“Please call me Jaehyun. Yoonoh is my alias. Come in”

The handsome man welcomes you warmly in his home, taking your coat and putting it in a cabinet near his door. He looks handsome but exhausted, coughing a little as he closes the cabinet door. “Are you okay? You look sick” you blurted out and your first words made the man smile. Different. You’re different. You don’t care how big the house is he thought, the first thing you did is care about him. “I’m fine. The weather has been affecting me lately but, I’m good. I hope you’re hungry, I made early dinner” He gave you a weak smile and coughed again.

This customer of yours continues to surprise you. First the uber ride and now the early dinner. For the first time in your life, this wretched job doesn’t feel like a job at all. Jaehyun here made you feel like you’re here for a date and not just to fuck the whole night. You follow him to the kitchen to help him get the meals that he prepared for both of you. As much as you’re amazed by his cooking skills, you are more amazed by how he managed to cook a decent meal even though he’s weak.

Jaehyun started small talk, as usual. Asking you questions before he kills you and making sure you don’t do drugs even though it’s stated clearly that the sex club has clean girls. He made you comfortable the whole dinner time and made sure you enjoy what he cooked for you.

“What do you do outside this job of yours?” Jaehyun asked, cutting a piece of steak as he waits for your answer.

“Nothing. I’m lifeless” you joked, “I take care of myself and save as much as I can so I can have a clean start, which reminds me thank you for the generous tip”

When the air was finally dead, he put his hand on your knee, caress it softly until his hand reaches your upper thigh. You felt his hand shaking like he’s shivering but he’s not telling you. It seems like he’s forcing himself to push through having sex just so his money doesn’t go to waste. But you can’t let him. The man is obviously weak and sick, he will not enjoy the pleasure and his money’s worth.

To his surprise, you cup his face and shook your head ‘no’. “We don’t have to do this today. We’ll end up being sick together on the next day, want that to happen?” he shook his head to answer your question, “I promise I won't tell the club and I will find a way for you to get what you paid for. The dinner is delicious by the way what herbs did you put here?”

So much care for someone who kills to survive. He doesn't deserve any of your kindness. The demon is completely moved. When you were the one who initiated the small talk, Jaehyun realized how he loved sharing things that he does. Like how he likes his steak perfectly well done, he likes his alcohol old and cold, even told you that listening to Chet Baker while drinking wine is his favorite thing in the world. Talking too much about himself was never his thing when it comes to talking to his victims. Then he realized maybe you’re not one of them, that maybe for the first time he had a visitor comforting him instead of making him full.

You were the first person who listened to him. His first friend.

Talking and sharing personal stuff with one of your clients was a big ‘no’ for you. But there’s something about Jaehyun that makes you feel that your secrets are safe with him, even though all you knew about him is his love for music and wine. As the night goes deeper, you two are still talking about random stuff and laughing loudly whenever something funny came up. It was nice. You caught yourself resting your head on his weak shoulders and loved his warmth. Hearing his soft voice near your ear is almost addicting even though he sounded weak. And seeing his smile up close and poking his dimples whenever you want to is a different kind of privilege. The night went on until you fall asleep on his shoulders, unconsciously hugging him like a teddy bear and putting your leg on top of his like you’ve known each other for so long.

He was thinking deeply if he’s going to eat you or not. You are juicy for his taste, like a turkey on Thanksgiving. He removed some of your hair from your face, patting and caressing your head so he knows you’re in deep sleep. Carefully, he reached for your hand and played with your fingers, smelling it and still thinking it through. He put your pointer finger in his mouth, sucking it like a lollipop and tasting your flavor through your skin. You taste so good that his eyes turned into his demon eyes and his demon tongue is ready to taste more of you. But you smiled through the feeling of his tongue swirling around your finger and came closer to him. Unconsciously and still sleeping soundly.

He remembers how your kindness moved him, and how he felt important for the first time in his whole existence. Jaehyun shook his head and stopped attempting to eat you, wiped your fingers, and intertwined his fingers with yours instead. It’s weird how he’s so hungry but he can’t seem to kill you.

To survive, Jaehyun went to the nearest bar and lured a hooker whom he killed in the back of his house. It was his first time killing quietly in his premisses, careful not to wake you up. Even though the human that he just ate doesn’t taste good, well, he just had to look presentable in your eyes the next morning.

When you wake up, you almost jumped out of bed because you thought you were in bed with a total stranger but turns out it was just Jaehyun. His skin is glowing under the morning sunlight, his cute snores make you smile, fucking pink lips begging to be kissed or it’s you who’s begging to be kissed… you smiled and brushed his hair away, accidentally waking the handsome man.

“Morning” he murmured, pulling you for a hug and closing his eyes again but he was smiling.

Even his breath smell nice, “feeling okay now?” you asked softly, not ruining the peaceful morning and nervously smiling brightly because the butterflies in your tummy won’t stop flapping their wings.

“Yes. All thanks to you” he opened his eyes and admired your beauty. He can feel his heart thumping. “I think I owe you something” he kissed your lips passionately and pull your body above him making you put both your legs on his sides. He never left your lips as his hands roam on your sides requesting to remove your dress. With one swift move, you’re on top of the handsome man with your matching lacy underwear, bodies grinding on each other, moaning deliciously, and about to have morning sex. “I’ve seen a lot of naked girls before but none of them made me horny like you do” you giggle at what he said, if every client you had is like Jaehyun, you don’t mind staying on this wretched job forever.

It’s not that Jaehyun is a virgin. This is just his first time having sex without killing the one he’s fucking. Watching you cum above and underneath him without going in for the kill was satisfying and almost addicting. Not to mention that your walls feel amazing around his cock. Warm and tight that he never wants to pull out from you.

You, on the other hand, is so surprised by how Jaehyun is so great in bed like he was craving sex. Every lustful thrust he gives makes you gasp and it just takes your breath away. The way he held your leg up, fuck you deep that you’re skin to skin, makes you claw his back and grip the sheets so tightly that you hurt your hand. He never slowed down but he was not rough enough, he was making you feel good the whole fucking time that you made sounds you never thought you’re capable of. On top of that, his sweet words are making you feel things.

After the most amazing sex you both have in your entire life, he can’t let go of you even just for a second. He’s glued to your body while you make him breakfast, “Can I see you more in my clothes?” he whispered behind your ear, hands resting on the side of your waist while he distracts you with his kisses, blowing cold air on your nape to tickle you and make you giggle.

And when it’s time to go, he was begging you with all his might to stay. “I have to work, Jae” it’s true. And being with Jaehyun made you forget that you’re here for work, he completely changed that. If it wasn’t for your work you will give in and stay.

“Okay, okay. I understand. Have dinner with me this weekend? I’ll cook for you again, I’ll make it up to you” to be honest, he was afraid you might not come back here.

“Mhmm. I’d love to” you left a soft kiss on his cheek and opened his door. You are the first person who steps inside his house that comes out alive and well.

As you leave Jaehyun in his house, he was quick to call the sex club again and book you for tonight. The service was really expensive but as he talks to the person in charge of your schedule, you were worth every dime of his hard earned money from the university.

Happy about how your schedule with Jaehyun went, and happy that you met him, your friend from the front desks informed you of your new client for tonight and you screamed because of too much happiness when he used his real name to book you.

When you got home to prepare for yet another night with Jaehyun, you’ve never been so excited about meeting a client for the second time around. Thinking about how his lips travel in between the valley of your boobs the other night, that sweet handsome smile whenever he catches you looking at him, the way he makes your heart flutter during breakfast with his sweet words. This is definitely a good start to give love a chance and you’re stupid if you let something like this slip from your hands.

When the most awaited time finally came, Jaehyun was over the moon and blushing like crazy when he saw you again at his doorstep. This time, it’s not food he sees but a woman who will love him and will change his life. And if you used to smell so tasty and delicious for Jaehyun well now, you smell like love and new beginnings for him. You were the epitome of change, stepping into his house and in his whole life.

Your second night together was a hundred times better than the first even if it’s storming like crazy outside. It’s like going on an indoor date with Jaehyun, eating a delicious dinner, and drinking good wine together. Rather than having sex the whole evening, you and Jaehyun spend the night cuddling on his huge couch. Talking about life under a cozy blanket that he owns, creating your own special warmth.

“What if you became broke because of me?” you asked and snuggled closely.

“Hmm. Well, then I just have to work more. Get five jobs” he joked but he sounded serious.

“My job will be a great problem if we continue this. I don’t want to hurt you-“

“Hey, no one is hurting anyone. I respect your line of work and I understand the reason why you’re doing it. Until then I just have to wait for you just like the other guys. I have long patience, it’s not a problem” Jaehyun says and boops your nose.

And that is the start of your new life with Jaehyun. Your life is all about him and he is all about you. Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months. Jaehyun is still in love with the same woman who rang his doorbell and cared for him for the first time in his life. After a few months of looking for a job that does not include having sex with different men, you finally left the club and go home to Jaehyun every day.

Peaceful and quiet mornings are now replaced by Jaehyun’s disturbing kisses while you make him coffee. Leaving each other for work during the morning has been your daily struggle. But the promise of seeing each other at the end of the day is something so hard but worth it in the end.

Slowly, you changed each other’s lives. Loving each other deeply more and more, trying new things together, and loving life even when it’s incredibly tough sometimes. It was more than just flirting with each other, going on dates, and having a lot of sex.

Saying that he’s in love with you and showing it every day is still not enough for Jaehyun to prove you his love. He loves you so much that for the first time in his life he doesn’t want to go back to where he came from anymore. He wants to stay here with you. Live happily, marry you someday, have kids, and be with you until your dying breath.

“Why do you want so many kids?” you asked, drawing small circles on his toned chest while his right arm is securely wrapped around you.

“Kids are great especially when we are the ones who made them. Don’t you think?” He reached for your lips and kissed you.

“Promise me you’ll be a great dad. And you will never leave me or- or our future children alone. You’re a great man Jaehyun and my heart will break in a million pieces if you hurt me too like my dad” you were so full of emotions. You remember how your father left you and your family and it made your mother suffer. Jaehyun was quiet and he listened to you. Your feelings were so important to him so he did not dare interrupt and waited for you to finish.

“We will be happy, I promise. Watch me love you every day and fulfill all my promises to you”

The problem is... he can't tell you the truth about himself. Jaehyun is scared to the bone that you might not accept him. The truth about him is never easy to accept and he doesn’t want to give you that burden. Having a demon eating humans to survive is something unacceptable even when love is already involved. But he has faith in you. Someday, maybe he will be brave enough to tell you. But not now.

Dating you made his feeding a little hard because it’s basically cheating. He loves you so much that he despises being a demon and eating humans just to stay alive. Sometimes, he starves himself that he trie so hard to live on raw meat but it only lasts a few hours and it frustrates him greatly. He doesn’t want to meet other girls anymore and pretend that he’s interested in them, he wanted so bad to stop using Tinder. But he can’t. You don’t deserve a demon like him but he loves you and he’s sorry.

Even though you don’t know anything about Jaehyun’s real being, he never hurt you like one of your exes and he’s much a greater man than all of those jerks combined. He is the only man you see your future with, growing old together, having coffee on your porch, racking your chairs, and hopefully die together. Your heart can’t take it if Jaehyun dies before you. That’s how much you love him.

Four years ago

After a tiring day at the office, you’re so thankful that your house is quiet and peaceful, away from the noise of the city. You went straight to the bathroom, prepared the tub, and treat yourself to a nice warm bath with a glass of wine on the side.

“Y/n, you home?” Jaehyun put his keys on the table next to the entrance and removed his coat. He just came back from burying the bones of the three girls he just ate at the back of 127 House. Tricked them into having a foursome but even before they could remove their clothes, Jaehyun killed them already and ate them all until their bones are clean and easy to bury.

“In here” you shout while you put more bubbles in the tub. Jaehyun soon appeared and leaned on the bathroom door. “I just got home from work baby, hows the university?” you invited him inside and he greets you with a kiss on the cheek and proceeds to strip in front of you. For a university teacher, your boyfriend sure does look so hot.

“Nothing special. Students flirting with me, then I fail them” he giggles and joins you in the tub. Sitting behind you and pulling you against his strong chest. He plays with your wedding ring and intertwines his fingers with yours. Home is where Jaehyun is. He is the best thing about this house, coming home to him and enjoy this little world.

It was a silent moment for the two of you but you can hear him thanking you for staying in his life. Jaehyun’s eyes screams ‘i love you’ whenever he’s quiet and smirking liking this.

“Why are you always like that. You know you can always say it. Three words Jae, I love you. Were married already and you never said it to me-“

“But I always show it to you” he giggles and puts bubbles on top of your head and your cheeks, laughing because you look funny. “You will get sick of me if I start telling you those words. That’s why I show you instead. Those are powerful words Y/n, I’m saving it. Trust me, once I told you those words, you will fall in love with me. Again” he winked at you and you rolled your eyes at him. Facing him completely to clean him up.

“Do you fall in love with me over and over again whenever I tell you, I love you?” you asked. Looking in his eyes and brushing your wet lips on his. Touching. But not kissing. You can feel your boyfriend’s heartbeat so fast as you wait for his answer.

“Every time. Like you just walked into this house for the first time again” he smiled and flashed those cute dimples of his and kissed you down the tub until the water overflows and the candles are one by one dying because of the waters splashing.

Two years of happily dating through ups and downs. And two years of being happily married and you still don’t know what you did to deserve someone like Jaehyun. He’s beyond perfect. Like someone made him as a character in a book and poof he became real and find his way to you. “I love you” you whisper. And even though you won’t get a response, you know that Jaehyun does love you too.

One day, your boss made you left work early because he wanted you to go overtime the next day. So you did. You wanted to surprise your husband with his favorite take-out and spend a nice dinner with him. When you arrived in his driveway, you see his car badly parked on his huge lawn. You made your way quietly inside the house and went straight to the kitchen to put the food on the counter.

You heard continuous thumps upstairs, not quite sure from which room. As you walked towards the stairs, you heard another thump followed by a high pitched moan and, “Jaehyun! Don’t stop!” then another thump. At first, you didn’t want to walk further closer to the room where you believe Jaehyun is fucking someone because you didn’t want to see it. But you are his wife and you have every right to call him out even though it hurts you so much knowing that Jaehyun is capable of cheating. You can’t believe it.

As you peek at the door from his study room, you watch Jaehyun eat a girl’s pussy on his table. She looked young. Younger than you and maybe that’s why he cheated. The girl is very much overstimulated and can’t stay put so Jaehyun roughly holds her down while keeping her legs open. You watch Jaehyun hold her so harshly and wonder if your husband has always been into rough sex, “ouch!” she says loudly.

Jaehyun stopped licking her and proceeds to kiss her neck. At this point, you don’t know why you’re still watching your husband cheat when everything is all clear.

“FUCK!!!!!”

Hearing the girl scream like that made you stop from shouting and calling your husband a cheater. Because, lo and behold you witnessed your husband murder her. Biting her by the neck and choking her down so her body won't slip off his table. You gasped sharply when you saw Jaehyun ripped her stomach and reach in for her intestines. Covering your mouth with both of your hands as you can’t believe what you were watching. You would rather face the problem of your husband cheating on you, but murder? Devilry? Seeing him became a creature eating a human felt like you’re watching a horror movie and made you think that you don’t know Jaehyun anymore. Or did you ever?

As you watch him eat her and be scared for your life, you notice that Jaehyun’s face is slowly changing… “This can’t be” you murmured and fainted hitting your head first, making Jaehyun turn around with shock. Jaehyun didn’t know what to do. Usually, he eats the witness too but this time he can’t. Of course, he can’t eat you.

Every bit of the truth was too much for you. Even when you know that he is sincere with everything that he says to you about his true being.

You married a demon. How can Jaehyun expect you to accept this?

“Well, what did you want me to tell you? ‘I’m a demon and I eat humans to survive?’ I’m telling you now and you won't even look at me” Jaehyun was so frustrated already. It’s been a week since he told you the truth and to be honest he doesn’t know what you want him to do or to hear from him.

“It hurts me to see you all scared and disgusted to me, baby. I'm not forcing you to be with me and stay- but fuck I’m still Jaehyun. My feelings for you are true and my love for you is undying. Please don’t do this to us and don’t do this to yourself. You can leave, but please think about our years together” he kissed you on your temple and noticed that your grip on the knife is so tight that your hand is already shaking. Tears fall down your cheeks and you don’t know what it's made of. Was it because you’re scared? Heartbroken? Or confused because you don’t know what to do.

You love him but you’re scared. And that thought alone can make your knees weak and your mind go crazy.

Since you knew about the truth, your marriage went downhill and the house became cold and unwelcoming. A once fire burning relationship is now cold as ice. You decided to leave Jaehyun even when you made a promise to him. To have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part.

For you, leaving was a mixture of loneliness, heartbreak, and disappointment. But for Jaehyun, he was lost, miserable, and incomplete. He wanted to starve himself and never eat humans from now on but he still wants to live for you. Hope and wait for you to come back in his life.

After leaving Jaehyun, you took care of yourself and went to therapy. But a few days after, you found out that you’re pregnant for almost two weeks already and once again you feel cheated in life because you could have had a family of your own and be happy in life. Just how you and Jaehyun planned it to be.

It’s Halloween tonight and Jaehyun just finished eating. He has no appetite, to be honest, and only ate a pair of arms. Then that’s it. He can’t eat the human further, still weak, and still looked like shit. He’s cleaning the mess he made on the kitchen counter, dumping a half-eaten body in a trash bag, and scrubbing blood off the floor when his doorbell rang and expected trick or treaters. He brought the bowl of candies with him, head towards the door, and opened it with a smile. But his smile was soon gone when he saw you on his doorstep, completely clueless on what to do because he wanted to hug and kiss you but he can’t.

“I shouldn’t have left you-“

Glass and candies shattered on the floor and neither one of you cared. Jaehyun hugged you tightly and apologized over and over again while he showers you with kisses. Smiling so brightly but both of you have heavy tears in your eyes.

The feeling of entering his house for the first time again after leaving him for only two weeks almost felt like the very first time. “Are you okay? You look sick” you worry for your husband and it made you feel like a shitty wife because you didn’t even consider his feelings. He was struggling too.

“Welcome home” Jaehyun sobs and pull you inside the house. He kissed you deeply and showed you how much he misses you, lifting you, and bringing you to your shared bedroom with all the strength he has left.

He removed your clothes and his clothes without leaving your lips which he missed kissing. You kept your eyes closed until you’re ready to open them again because you can’t help but see the demon who’s eating humans to survive. “It’s still me” Jaehyun whispers, kissing your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours. “Nothings changed, baby. I’m still the Jaehyun who paid the sex club just so I can spend time with you” he waits patiently for you to open your eyes, hoping that makeup sex will somehow fix your marriage again. You wrapped your arms around him when you feel him go in between your legs.

Slowly, you open your eyes and breathe in and out. “I’m pregnant” you whisper back, kissing him softly. He did not say anything but you know that Jaehyun is more than happy to hear the news.

“Is that why you came back? You want us to be a family?” he smiles and you answer with a quick nod. He kisses your neck all the way to your jaw, down to the valley between your boobs, and ends up in front of your pussy. At first, he was hesitating and kept on kissing your inner thighs but you seem eager, you roll hips continuously waiting for Jaehyun to make a move.

“Oooohh-” you moan out so deliciously, holding Jaehyun’s head in between your legs, raking his hair and tugging his locks every now and then. Before you even cum he stopped eating you out and went back to your lips. He ate you so good that you can taste yourself through his lips. He lines his cock and watches it disappear as he pushes deep inside you. You gasped and breathed heavily, gripping the sheets more when he starts drawing circles on your clit sinfully. He missed how your walls feel around him, biting his lower lip as he doubles his pace and dive in pleasure head first.

You reached for Jaehyun’s lips when you hit your high and asked him to, “Slow down. I want to savor you” he giggled and followed your request, kissing you more as he slowly fucks you while you enjoy your high and until he catches his own. He noticed there’s tears in your eyes when he pulled out and asked you, “what’s wrong baby? Talk to me” he kept you close to his tired and weak body, covering you both with the thick duvet and enjoying this special warmth.

“I’m sorry for distancing myself Jae, I’m sorry for leaving you” He can’t forgive himself hearing you apologize to him when it’s his fault your marriage was ruined. Jaehyun told you that he will stop eating humans until he finds an alternative. And to make things lighter, he thought of baby names until you two fall asleep in each other’s arms.

The plan worked.

When Jaehyun was in deep sleep, you went downstairs to get a knife. The sharpest one that can slit his throat in one go and bravely go on with your plan on killing your husband. As you placed the sharp knife on Jaehyun’s throat, it was so sharp that he is cut already and it woke him up.

Jaehyun opened his eyes and see you holding a knife on his throat, tears falling from your eyes, and obviously hesitating if you’re going to do it. Your husband saw your struggle. The deep shit he put you through. You don’t deserve any of this. If being dead can bring you peace in his life and healing, then so be it.

“It’s okay” he calms you down and holds your wrist, gripping the knife with you. His hand feels cold already. “burn the house and don’t let anyone see you leave here so you won't be accused over anything. I love you and I'm sorry”

It was the first time you heard those three words from Jaehyun and he was right. You remembered how much you love him like waking up in an awful curse but you’re too late. Jaehyun slit his own throat while still holding the knife with you.

Regret hit you like a train and all you can do is cry over Jaehyun’s dead body.

The sun is almost up and you can’t be seen leaving 127 House because there are two dead bodies in this house. You kissed Jaehyun’s corpse and removed his wedding ring from his finger. The only thing that will prove he existed in your life.

You used the gasoline for the barbecue party scheduled before Christmas, sobbed uncontrollably as you think all the memories you had with Jaehyun. His weak smile during the night you first met him, the first time his lips touched yours, all the plans and dreams you both had, how Jaehyun is always full of life when it comes to planning on having a baby…

But you killed him. And you’re about to burn the house and all the memories it holds like it’s just an unwanted photograph. After lighting the match, you drove away from the house as far as you can crying while you focus on the road and trying to find your way back to your old apartment.

As the sun goes up and slowly light up the sky, the image of 127 House burning flashes in front of your eyes and it made you pull over on the side road and take your time to cry. You feel Jaehyun’s cold lips on yours as you imagine his body being eaten by fire.

Halloween present time

“But did the demon really died mommy?” your daughter asked. Eager to hear the answer to her question. Until now telling her the story about Jaehyun, without the gory details and sex part of course, still gives you goosebumps. “You never answer my question. You’ve been telling me this story since I was six, I’m nine years old now. Please please please, answer the question” she added.

“Wow look who we have here” he knocked before coming in, “can I come in princess?”

“Of course daddy. Mommy, won’t tell me the ending of the demon eating-human” your daughter whines. You and Jaehyun just laughed at her and snuggled all together in her small bed.

“He didn’t. Now, will you please sleep?” he strokes his daughter’s soft hair, “mommy is tired already and I’m here to get her. Can I?”

“How can you be so sure he didn’t die?” you and Jaehyun groaned together.

“Okay. That’s it good night. No more stories. We love you, sleep well okay?” Jaehyun used his fatherly might and stopped his own daughter from bugging you both. She’s quite a handful sometimes. You and Jaehyun gave her a good night kiss and left her to sleep.

EXPLANATION

Jaehyun got out from the fire because he’s a demon and demons are immune from fire. He is a smart demon (btw he’s a university professor) so he found the reader again and incase you missed it, the reader regrets it because he loves Jaehyun so much.

Check the comments section for other answered questions.

Thank you for reading!

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