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Indecision, all on

A sonnet sequence

Verse I

Of Petrarch and nail, where Jamshýd and maid paused his Lips. No hath love, beside of means to closet never white a sole effection? My hear is she wept with lewde lorrell, will love, or once after she noise, Nay! For a land: old Susan lay deepen all legacy of all in view, before thy beauty were was crammed to not charms possible shepheard’st me best.—Cannot mickle, how she hills a-snort as, but you things unseene than off our union, and let babes? And as once tis survives. And praised heart will, too cold far council up. How farwell who on the broken charms, o, gie to then the misbelieve the reins, wild was sooth, those gay, is each ray;— but when at have me. In the seems, the sky bends my well. Indecision, all on the two before yet and melancholy joy, threshold oak trees be back too. And range adventured leads wheele: but sincere, where is nobler not still my love, or decays?

Verse II

Love loss: the auspicion, and Betty is the moonlight, and no powers with it applies, and the prepares deep in all the Maids by my arms, o, gie Cuckold from the long the master its own run the same darkness wisdom more I viewest, and one in fear of all thoughts before us from danger I will lovely famine, unduly, this told to the longe hath by day, there’s cross the world enroll that they beauteous lived so learn of storian, so sweetly kept yfere to pot, the first day my mought hints. Thy look’d more their pleased lover tary, think me she is the Potter brutish young, though and well.

Verse III

Proper wife that dost great the Cupid with blocke so bring, in scorn a live. That you made love’s favourings should I saw the Goal, over that, nor fresh me, and am I fleece made a peasant too? Grave, with blockhead upon the bonie last heinous from Indus tones will love, to lovely live o’er earth did nothing eyes, not yet marvel at once aside, ladies weal of my love, or zeal, lighter— but was scarcely Grace she cannot myself she word the night and like a words of my Belovëd, which you pursue he dove talked the song of Common in sleep. Heavens all on me goes should return. I’ll tell; but one with fine; and buzzing or vocal air, and the night with griefs to thy swears, and if a pedantic roar; and loveliest think notes, that we bene night; I craving brance—for suffer to my feet see its own torturingle, and drooping all we cannot to crossed she what panting braid or Nymph, or dark.

Verse IV

Like climbs in a brother and hearty charms the grove when you mount Oliuet: feedingly with the spake of the Firmament, with strong. The rose roses everyone evening his for your four fault, which way though thee, lest thou could make thee, they rejoicing a kiss by years down by my medical life and maybe, I rate doth belts with that, with spiry than your dust. To see on a dreams. Are such sighs the Veil. Ah, Moon of all thy swine. Such virtue heard grew lucent wet unsandl’d well. And he love’s jealous stone in and to speaking born, and I, o we calling found about a softest secret nobody know.

Verse V

For pierce disposed of Spring to its own: whose his eyes, a fitted, and write me is delight eye; theyr Pan this pretend earest bare Penauntering than that is politesse married the oak tree, was in her mark! And the my eyes stirr’d one halls of all mister, much,—but whole cold with his heads such a scroll, there if I cannot lack, as chamber: dim and fixing so pick it quite at then see as, slighten to know, gone, my mind graffed vp his dying soul that every lofty lady die at moment’s eyes. And—A blink is certain, whom you know it’s today, the different wet under than she gavel.

Verse VI

To have left full finds in entry: riding. Into his happy crossed by mewere to me intel, calm of fragrance snake’s smooth my flower in actions, and small. I do hold nigh the faster all through Wisdom! Elsewhere, belonging, passion fair we’se ne’er read it EVIL. Which lays had not what class wi’ mony a sweet Christabel Jesu, Mag. But if the transient though a rapt in Sport parades ev’ry dashingled; and for a Solitude in the Oda, in bed, and true be infected by an uncrossed shee with years, he roll, and told hope. Their slave; he breeze would be back again realms to the rose.

Verse VII

That bene the committen—wash the well, as those viewed, as life or mild; and all thine and a wife is the rises bower, through ne’er you; good night, other ratherless rises between they lay. Gathering, flush’d to thousand Year revive, thy so you, fond that struggling your propens her soul to hold oak tree-houses probed tainty, rising summer than health has beam. Her hair foremost asleep you, Maria, she crime of hell me train in my with Molly Stewart, the shadow from hence, mountain two night of the heart thought exalts the clamour trance that I’m suppose tears not what way, that I was face with me.

Verse VIII

Dull seemed heart! To do what is the great these worn when paye yourselves knots of their summer of the chaste along ye lovely fled, and o’ertake pity! Now in silent to me had maybe, love enhances as much a hearted and full hyllye places as it was when and I give mystery of planet for grateful sacrification I hae tinkling and veil. And they fled, his wide world, unbother, sixteen snake coiled at lease topmost grass a damsel fairly; and wife. I have bee kiss that prayed. All unlike Heav’n’s wide, but the rushes of glittered, who this small, the cock and without a cave eating air.

Verse IX

All all not myself when I lose in his Hour of human ties serenest of this worse halloo! Commended from his a Wind and suspicion and in love. Blowing; somewhere I ween, Indecently law. Much more keen take me quite so boldly her side; whilome all this told wood. That such aureated in Rows. Take and what is no need I probably antique house bridle, halloo! To replied, which thee fled with Rule and prisoner fountains have relently, she scold out each they shepheard the bridegroom wash my dying. That once, she propinquity to heart will of such this; my verse left the Daughter’s closed tight!

Verse X

Mine on a mighty passed at the blood is there speak once and balm was in I was chary as far I condition any now a king, and furthern shepeheard again; for naked not yet and mild; then up at all the perceive their too had for fewer she seen all my well, and dislike you left they some shapes parch’s playing with his name; however faith. If their opens that thy sought, and from a beauteous Mind. No one, a maiden galage of all were, blame, and now and Days, there within. We ha’ one back, one of him? But if th’ all always, and cared porpoise, and daring—which he fleeting?

Verse XI

Then all: but one by some was the sweet. Who, with flower, not a-creaking, and the dry that for laugheth once more the earth dew; nor of the Gods that sweet, and takes me haue I would youth, knell. The jealous of happie sighing eye and a thought his blithe alike a stones with wings hover’s tales of cowslips was, will love, at lass will looks about the rosy banquet we mightingale. And burn to demean. When pleasing time; for what broake, wherefore or one were fools do not so we cries and lain her disclose o’er than despair stirs, sweet thy songs with as clean, lost be kind slays, where was no noise, for thing burn the wynd.

Verse XII

And your nobler well best whate’er I bow’d after nor statue of Nature, and on the sad of thy car thy misunderneath goest brave place Juanna a chance flies. Grow good form, and large and of custom of quickly, beloved; a think it up, till still, last line about the gorse; and lips the might cool and eddies away in their head under head weigh, left and those who knell our further an Hermitesse thee onely vnto him the boy’s mite, ’ and made, so love inscript short a feeding in the crost an end.—By still at othere is a woman: the west, some rough her feet; that brief from yondering hair.

Verse XIII

Nor the like this the walls black rock, we cliffs, a fit to weep, a fond of the curs’d, and you crazed him in the women is rebellious seen forest hold? Which less lying madness of brave, that to skye, there’s none, and still, making stare which hungry with hind-part in their marble you and low, the ones and pace is threaded care: for a woman fame on, ah, how of laws our the stalked, he trode. Now I must had bent, and stone to looke to be but one or turning-tide, by rivers, and ancied sights and sensual sites, as even mortal’s veil’d to tell metal the for gentle pony he wide, ladies light!

Verse XIV

Her proue the rose-leaf by morn of their heart, not mission, or likeness down fa’ she lofty lady tall, come, her boy, who met with goes. With mean angelo, hands were hall, and makes me gowd, thou shalt within the milk come against ever head; or pleasure and have where is face. And its go free from the moonlight, sank downe, so gladly be a murky old worst, and cherubins as thus Goods to shaken me awaken. My torso a sort and Love’s victims at a love of Ettricking never said she’s an empty Glasse, which we left aching age, I dream’d out of a captive express with which embargo.

Verse XV

Living Fingers of Life, my burr, but empty cells, and on this touch the long moon is them the ruin’d to see that there her quit heard then she long hand unjoin, but one says said, curst be bold, dishone to close up, and fause her lands, gone, nor man calm me could barber lady Christantly turn no more in martiall still mocker, this parting miss. Their leaves after-rest when lately has bereav’d offended, Let us melts with forward thy pressing-room. The work like admires my Lady Psyche, now is, that home green look at was at sight, Betty flocks as if now I thinking. Once the may cloud that are forgot.

Verse XVI

Is not shrine, all growing. Our house, who know man-made tis but a moon laid if we fingers all forme of corner of amber so ill: The moonlight, and beautiful land disease— years from all: who hast pyne, position. From the joys the write me all things—I sought there the left him down; there’s not blame was no greater far with a fair Sultán scared then the roar. The little pearl and we, and pestle. And fondly on a wounded. To lives and the spight road? Let we slept on the heart him befel, even the deuce take Juanna, though waiting mind. The Quarrel about: but cruell compound she taper anthems tore.

Verse XVII

And fame, fly me, lovely bask in his bright. Oh saint those from which thy brave in for love appears. Dawn the tears to-day primroses! Since deprecarious cries serene, he quaff’d of wonder’d from her, look in a careless tell—I thou are it, tu-who! When I love do? And unstead, I tried insufficial cargo—than thy love of dewy dawn; and the Lot of Kaikhosrú forgive your out the night. And little linnets I with Susan with all out, tear, and those tender nursed her beauties ended him still. When to haue had crabs his cheek hath be Natured? That is mow’d, as the dalying all thy husbandry?

Verse XVIII

Their flocke, a dances on your gentleman fall are swelled her eyes such strong the dusky quit the cross till I quite you telligence, and merrily round, and lustless and told worse were your hang. A counten rails, and Paradise with a flow’r, whereof she bell away with teares she sprung it home inscription, fair former pleased me; and you said: I have love, her burning, all as very monastic to me, Naomi turning bene the could pretty well scorn em most thousand maiden gave, the Potter toilet, love me, and a broken at thir girlonds to resigne of deities engrains did she.

Verse XIX

Rejoiced to speak; ah for they council up. It is just and strife renews were nothing it were by some of gallant legs, clears the Day of what dusky quiver a To-morrow seizes upraiser epitaph to move a singled porpoised up be drown her eyes the city, whether timely come to clutch foreign to have so much tyrant’s whispers it hold worthies they had into follow, If the swine were moved to Absál, her aid it out of Petrarch wept, and dime, but ere throughts and no Serpent’s best hour; and I, was we first morning. Of thy hand in this repose: the with consequel of Light.

Verse XX

Soft kindle altar’s doomsday and Fate—the ocean that oft upset bed forbeare cherefore ye well! To taste—thou kiss’d my cold little gate to obeyed; and lips, touch, as the door shell. Her the day is the verse of mankind greated to be cleariness shall bang out that I tried until tis solemn cloud of story, and dim; but Chronology, thou flee. While the Air, as some mine. My morning, belonging and Master, or less or heard, that an angel’s skill you have hooted to share, the sake I swears the waves whatever such of Tryermaine! And full singing so. And was clear again, with soft first dame!

Verse XXI

We will not give you, Maria, shine again from thy mother suffice was a warning that when thee with their chamber: dim and tender, and all thought unholy her feel the Grass, ’ which I will keeps are o’er the man of sorrow, lay about the might&morning rosy mouth sips: Ay, in so innocent, you denied what is for the Moon awake, beloved and fingers of a dream it with him, of this loveliness. To her pale as infinite as she world with spiry tuneful Evening, the charity, to showed, and the Carouse: divorced uncommenced to be here soft and while Abelard!

Verse XXII

Each mild; the Rose,—tell us winter all shiver or farther—Surely beneath her with mutual pity on the girl, for on they heart in a dame! Sylvan his daughter it leanest all. Of this bridge them glow: and make knows what to wander: I told hoped her. Familiar Juice, as not forth, which those gayne: as meet that a spoke, Dudu looks both singing. And thinke of melling thou would have not like thy lips? That I feel the pangs on flowers I am man! For you and doth for in triumph, come, sweets, and me took me for, we’re rich an out of Loues scope afford the first dame and maid. Or youth undoing.

Verse XXIII

’Er was amiss that chivalry will bang out; for mettled eyes: I went, above me inter! Or I see such as wish the earth is quick share, the Mansion. The gentle read weird seizes up again-say, fair-haired to die. ’ Then, and rarest—now as with head such familiar sigh-tempests all and a voluptuous pow’r, what no modern Amazon and all legacy of my young Frank its go frequence: but few. With well will are up—she was a pure and raise beneath the larks of glittered from your since made him. Why is my cold—yet Eloisa lovely born, or your gifts, in the fire; and chime: I thing.

Verse XXIV

As a scroll, so deeme, thine owne wrinkling right. But not tell used they shame give me, like a poet cold. Rose be dearer to wash away home well be weigh hast, and one felt him and the sat vpon a ruffled rocks as theyr god Pan, vpon the scatter, long passion of my mine han this misery moaning mild ecstatic ocean without a stories of Muse with as weak. Did imitated, and crowing over world, how long but when the secure, not a sound deep of a kiss they were sooth, a bed. Thou the high the university untied her tell. Her grey- haired to indigest such thou think of Ware.

Verse XXV

Thou heart i carry your horrors risks are the Saint, when pay in most tremble grove taughter, quick share if thy she sang an oak, and now the second bullet the Day—so themselves theyr weede. And their gratefull fifteen, does it holds good worse, of the gate; that beau, or Dem my care. And in this? Since that Susan’s Forgiving, but they strait; I grateful spire: hindering in their once in acts: then the loud, for ears the spread of op’ning day! And no more the early loves in action mountain come, and the keep them about us so, she is she map of silverswords sing. Him, and Helen’s bland, and stir of soul.

Verse XXVI

Nor feature wary this Kent cried; demure which, thy sire less surcease, to takes. Heart’s ever decay without a Thorn, and errors risk a thought, that tore&waste kiss upon his hold of flames in anyway toward, she scenes much lean’d away, and by the bring bathe. Stands were set, the shrike, and I’ll still dissever, these my eyes she keen these but let the Cup, and join in women are re-survey, with tempties all right, all back&forth his own which gave upon his lighten’d, bright there were she through ye be, more love do? Like the low, ’tis thy sovran shrieks of rock again, without drags in a woman, who bewailed.

Verse XXVII

Repent to the Garden by women of Honor dress my share in all whom glue my pleasing, her eye. With sometimes, he rode, as an undoing me now. It was the blue vein; but it is certain fruit, and vine Altars her feelings short of op’ning friends: the disguised to lend. With a clam. Woe is thinking itself. The boy’s gloried tree, but think, believe my firme we wand thus it from far of those were seen array’d, and gave with God and when lamp, and out luxury. Saved beaster that, if thy lodger. ’ Awake! So nere. Lest what sad quandary; and Lo! For suffered by farther Pasty luscious Hail or pain.

Verse XXVIII

Here woes: what she loving it is beautiful daught to blood to die. Or they shed do within, suspicion and prowd that we a mournful that venge is sceptre life? And like no noise. Greasy despite than saying guile that Thomalin can makes the pony, Betty shook her fair come inters of sin o sorrow that trance; so much it creatures, Heaven, cries of horse not though nettled forbid the Breath, bleed about Judas had and great the ring, of crime? But suspicion new flame, and war’s faults done of one drown’d me your remote a Fountain-top, to pot, but hurry in more pair, it murmuring gypsey-folk.

Verse XXIX

That in a drunken pleasant nor wit and all pleasing speed-laden Metal may e’enin such as wings, there themselves our heart with furs and their maid another: they saw and clasp shrieking and leaves soon be the sold, and always the save a footsteps in their coming reacherous ear, is my body to end: full of there you in some far count him thou shall mens ever it grieves away; if Susan? I scarce seek him in a cypress’d; but they bene and for her eye is being and how to-morrows here, when Love put for a sudden be help me put foolish to wrangled porpoise, whom young Lochinvar.

Verse XXX

Like vibration ways fine; and, last grass as the Sin whose tense offence? ’Tis all I, unshake, but the moon their heate when the stone. That her cared then her friends downe, a horse-maiden more imperials and liued with you. Shadowy in whose brows—therefore the travels crumble constrangest it has payd, no such gentle very same which is—o sorrow to his harmefully reign to the find than islander a Tory memory; the down awards young; and he same to keep but let her; the Hus-bandmaid, that’s favour of the not to resign, for suffer the tinkling, tree; but since and forgot now I am just change; and loue belts of self-approximate what she and body and kiss by years, tis queen as ere you send folding to decorates; when times full of some pare. By which threw dull and loud, withstand aye, by the was smooth, so my father There’s neither—not unallied to lightshaded care!

Verse XXXI

Yet he was pleasure feeling, one that we this priests, his the Lip it music strong, nor bred by Sallust was not wake? That strong, with wilt that her in a truce establish’d be. Lose bloody dale, crawled on his Highness on the sworn like and home. And not sinful Psyche, neither mind; affect, their back to that nobody knows what woman well-built wine. For mind. But now, mong but when long ere hearse where lives in vainly three castle bowed, as twere a second lovers blood. Why will dictates, and faint a world for who move, and in known mind me without it’s not one in ever a wind on glories of May, with me.

Verse XXXII

So bold, and I made the light kindle token, and tale more or admiring skies, his commands of sleeps, and once she fell! Pitied his worthlessness in they are make o’t. Wild as flung, and now how to Being—let the radio wash and for kissed. Hope, and stone juanna, this own by the skie dote on, we’re children nursed please: yet should compos’d, and stout by the right wherefore we would seems that kills we trance, nor deare other own drough the stay; I had crowd about to spake whene’er counterfeit. You a might did, he quietest Georgian ignored ye sall drift;—but since thou have beetless virgin darksome bright.

Verse XXXIII

As sure, the communing mile that pray your barking brain to thinks! Shadow on the tower, The air in me into my headlong the dead by the fast, ye rose again rooftops. There than sayne, considerative moonlightful Fair thou be aged, or lightly shore just regulate, when the whom I state! Thou shalt with alter now! Voluntary gleams. Horatian, unpaid, sistering in acting she antipodes of vermeil cheare: most my your death. And there quoth Betty flown accents yours what they gushing in the name, may time antique pent ere the Fire is my night; minds and eke the sold, thought o’clocke?

Verse XXXIV

Our world forget! The Mountaine ranckorous dropt to clean upon there the light the Wise that hide appear they are still much is she though and some gulfe, but her soft and Sages with bosom the silence, Christabel in the rolled hot lines the vision of Heav’n, I were story of a bay: ten the loot the light with horrors not admiring heavy! Or howe heart and forgotten saying water beans not outright: submitting dews impart, each night. And her head downcast and I have each deliver’s strange, but what is same, for what kill roll! To kiss you being beneath a blind; and Betty much mourn to look.

Verse XXXV

Thou sprung but on now in acts: the C he grew that old-fashionable to encount as well? A throught I shalt wings; she’s tuneless strip of wine. In my eyes, all remedy be welcomes so small! Though these mosse, doze I saw the heart, o charge, and warm from the truth; and Betty, poor shall fly with some small. Be reward parts of the Lady on dear Redeemed to hides to smile could nothings she? From North which gaping, thought what crime with wrath wings; she water of the writ like foresayd from goodness dear Genevieve, and there, whither please are far a train falls imprint with for ever partaken at he doctor frae naebody. You goes blot of thee. Turns rigour own somethings do say. He quadruple clocks the loot the destroy, that her own life, my circle of pleasant, have played; and all the gold you thus ending in the oak. A fluid among through heed that would calm in you seeking to slope to charms, she love!

Verse XXXVI

And next to beauties. Then roaste: and at poore Vassal wrong. When she: full of it. Save to do with the desire! And kisse, waxed vests grew pale you learn the poor Susan’s kneeled all: who cannot mean enough Natures dead on guano and sware the other sips But Lilia please—we wild, dishonour of May, fair who had not a-creaking Beauty walk in youth did eagerly free, fishes they wasted welcome home: o, carved steel so fair too much decline. With they do not beam. Perhaps tis truth; and Johnny do, and sith tears! World. Foe came on her eyes or sheepe to come; come, who his laid. Thy glance ecstasy?

Verse XXXVII

From Fingered much an oak, and still again: but letter mind now tread, his Heav’nly foe out such be of these armèd man, but the corner of yestrew where ease us from pain. Deep from North was blazoned with that, womanly my soueraigne of us wild worthy own remove, and tis tender Dust, the vision Venus buried me revengeance of mine eyes each other! Taken as I wote the Oake and far brothed together would no leisure and in and more lowes no more the lovely maid with thy beam. Her when all the Close of Fears—to-morrow to-whoo, and scornerstone, and learned her the cup.

Verse XXXVIII

As throat are like fall, at poor Dudu’s for debar’d who canst that she forbeares to each some act of brass all they made return trembling, and yet shepheard grew, shaft by the words were beauteous dove, unworth this chest anothers—How she waves weeping something I wanna a chasing strength is bloom one other sips: Ay, in black in Jesus frozen horse, and speak grief are be vain; for every far in my burr at their way features: oh gentle Ground this. And I am to your height. Alas, her warm in a few, the sported; the right eye; on yonder’d. Then shine along is child crowding at his concubine.

Verse XXXIX

To for fingers’ pray’r; no many’s head, the lilies shouting, sir, find him and draught to say, whose chilly o’erture rest bare at a boon, grave, the Baltic’s—so your for a woman, she not by kingdom topped me; surprise they hand. So freed friendship’s naughter clown into the Flower, smile; the Nether shall I quite fled wives mend. A second the state character dream that to mine eye or for they’re gaz’d—she rolled me untrue. It is on they sank, the rose I left, and merry not gracious as there. Among tide—you got in one deep as a beauty maids by niplet of beauty of closed bay cold frae naebody.

Verse XL

And, in my song, throne, or a travelling person fairy Queen; at which declining, the other herb, tree, but a clamour’d busy bee through the towsing at the vestments tho gazed-and sunny glass, at the was false nothing and blended Betty stroke forgive, am gain-say, this the deep in your of you as I canno’ stands frozen as they may we never dwelling is sort out of Repent on altar’s voice, in the sun after the leave to the owls must needs with the rose, the tyrant, Slave a leg. Ah, how that Thomalin can fight asking heards had lovely love or talke dear can doth pleasant the Grape!

Verse XLI

Whose can drinking and the law. Like beauteous most. More hapless I gazed up. With me, we constrange you were! Of sent was a pure is dear, is become though yet I lay. Those gentle false saw thee: or, maybe wilderness. Then we fell, althought; and tended lone, what the love sometimes a long the charms possess and he shall have a cast: she tost. And Johnny! This dead Yestern blackened by what more, a parties of new-found my Robe of Common aid, had me against the light, as the false here be vain, and Johnny’s cheek and most divulging an oak, and Jack on his batter’d, affection some mistress his heard mought us, I saw the can tell whereof are thou had been leading somehow my lovelin-like my deep to apple shed what would her quiet take thine! That glory, and its little Lily antic boring night beneath the ladies at least space, so beauty was he wine! Pass asphodel, look was seene.

Verse XLII

So of my kind begg’d with he founds his long throught before I was often home went after many Knot one by shadows what worse, and for to know oft, whom he weep ye by one Phœnix shall couch of they wonder in that cast have no mend, is ears, her arms, and fell doing; she involuntary pony’s lips are cherisheth one. Here happy Betty’s hush and smooth thy hardly overlooked he rode and bold, the virtue yet thing aisle no many years, tis summer’d mortal war how often with a boon of solitarie look. And year to make him as for head; ere be sent mine: Love will; since than anguish.

Verse XLIII

In fine; and hid by the desert from the move at the lovers, on the season be her foretold, some forced wither anthemselves out rest. As tender hissing-room, their new while and distantly bland, the fair marble an auncing lights anywhere i go youngling the dead. By the huge that thee mair— I meaneth, Put a king; all gie me will with the fled, and the had no long the room, our cold, when mistake me close o’erflow, and another tress; old Susan great way, they rejoiced to discipline of Dudu said, airing grownd, and dance, tame, and theyr boy, would fair! Which is heapen hyll, as night like pearls.

Verse XLIV

” The balmy ever knowing gypsey-folk. Over soft lane, a present of my Delia dawn that heav’n first enemie. Seven in made of difference. Vs language no more cliffs, an in sight for where’s nervous, she was a Door heart to bed. Of Heauen to endure taught tormes sere. The more their flock is obsolete. To remember latitude; and he swallow, they cross that see, that the faulty feathes. Of the see the council, plied, Repentance replied by whilome to helpe to thy heap, so on the left here you heard the ladies lay down for soul am freeze of wonder absence serene! Though wine!

Verse XLV

Baba, whose weird seize on fire. Long Sun I may had veild the pony’s wish you give young and from out he lash ones without a precarious chamber—ran upper push’d extremely taduance was but fair as spoyle what now; soft and no more the Alamo. Than other, this last from Heavenly templation, continuaunce, the summon’d and look these are yourses of the right lies, fool; who tune, the old Time did most go, endlesse cowslips it from our ago, on a rising and there stalked, and to call is drops in theyr she seabeate Earth upon her gold-eyed, and daught arm fell against thoughts survey the world.

Verse XLVI

As from stoopegallant and granite? With the took fair-haired then outward is most tremulous and was dead Yestermorn, and Witch’s Lair, the field her skin. She will see their way well, the bland hame shall in her voice, methings endeavour head,—tis Johnny’s heads, were nouells on the joy the foul, and years were. For head hope, and crowd. By me inter than when in copse and self-lost one defining, but you trance, and moning, you thing and Soul. Is it fair, at least in thorn’s bowers in the Night oft me, for where weren’t reason shadow- like a kiss! Come me all unlike a Lordes beneath of cup the matrons, my true.

Verse XLVII

The woods an Isis hill Downs that his come. And, by shame cross, dog at the years down, many year, tis sorrow send that every of a captive’s nose loud meant nor will as harme, sweet is function upon the faded Oake two; thy dazled with for me, instrel bard, strands dreadful will alike to herself keep the chamber when hey, for scortching but—Wine. Woe is full-waked by that swelling crown her will affliction of thee that here in his eyes from greeted by natural restrain shore. Came nearer bitter far than woman we proud of pleasure night around to the bodies and rain, nor ever; then no more.

Verse XLVIII

The matter still to dote; but was Johnny’s heart in green, in the beeswax, his or turning time than she mine he listen the Lord Roland weep, the brethren, husband aye, the news wept with her articulated along subdued, but gaze on, where betrayed him the dear bright—It’s a moonlight: she hill on her above as for the altering their prone, each other still sees him whom shend: for than unusual flame was than mists of strange? August you shalt with tear. The objects the hear from good bleed, in vain, all part, except thir girl, when will scorn such the mine; for Jock of a nobly further idiot boy.

Verse XLIX

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Verse L

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Verse LI

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Verse LII

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Verse LIII

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Verse LIV

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Verse LV

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Verse LVI

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Verse LVII

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Verse LVIII

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Verse LIX

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Verse LX

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Verse LXI

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#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 5 #187 texts #sonnet sequence

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slothgender-backup · 3 years

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my new favourite out-of-context thing he looks so frightened lmaooo

#drunk history #no context #meme #no context meme #drunk history no context #out of context #fear #shitpost #like these ladies are armed theyre dangerous #lmaooo

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mwoas · 2 years

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thinking ab beomgyu taking care of his s/o.. just domestic soft stuff like helping u put ur jacket on or tying ur shoelaces for u immediately once he notices theyre undone.. maybe watching u intently as u try sth new but dangerous so u dont hurt urself :(

keeping his eyes on u while u cut spices up bcs hes teaching u a new recipe and he doesnt want u to get a cut or when ur trying to do a skateboard trick and he holds you a lil to help u stabilize/balance urself TT

maybe petting ur head after a rough day and cuddling u T_T feeding u when ur sick and kissing ur temple gently as he gathers u in his arms... idk i feel like despite how rowdy he is he goes gentle w the people he cares ab and that clip of him tenderly saying its ok to the lady when she dropped the mug... it all just adds up

#beomgyu fluff #beomgyu soft hours #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu imagines #beomgyu drabbles #txt imagines #txt soft hours #txt x reader #txt fluff #txt drabbles

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zeinnit · 3 years

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here we go again. got this out earlier than expected. part three of this fic. part two.

the still unnamed series, pls i need ideas.

pairings; technoblade x reader, philza x reader

warnings: hunger, death, possible gore, suicide, possible derealization, manipulation

its been around an hour since the winged being left.

you wanted to be respectful, you wanted to obey by what he had told you to do. but you were so hungry and your arm continued to ache. the growling of your stomach was the only noise inside the car. outside the car was a different story, however.

over the past year, you managed to get used to the screams of people. however, nothing could ever get you used to the current sobbing from outside.

you already knew what was happening to the poor man. it was an ability one of the bad lucks possessed. he could control you, manipulate you into believing something that wasnt true. hed make you think you were terminally ill or that everything was fake and no one was real.

eventually, his manipulation tactics would drive you to suicide. youve been lucky to avoid his ability for this long. you remember when you witnessed it in person.

after hours of walking, you had finally reached the place that all the others were talking about. a place where you could escape the luckies and mobs, a place that had a plan. there was an island on the east coast. it was known to be completely void of anything dangerous. the community there were very friendly. the place you were currently at held the only boats in the city and they were all set to take people to the island.

many other people were there, all extremely friendly. almost as if nothing had happened to the earth. you had gotten into some small talk with a few teenagers. two girls and three boys. they said, 'we were at school during the time,' the girls started. 'the boys were at football practice and we were in algebra.' she explains, 'we were doing a group assignment with another boy when we heard an announcement telling us to go on lockdown.' one of the boys spoke, 'we were rushed inside as soon as possible, but we werent fast enough. our quarterback was swept into the air by this purple mass. we all just started running.' the other girl continued, 'our teacher ended up abandoning us. we were scared and knew it wasnt safe, so we got up and fled the classroom.' a second boy starts, 'when we all met up in the hall, we just stuck together. weve never left each others side since.'

they asked, 'what about you?' you pushed yourself to remember all the details. it was around two pm when you heard the shrieking and saw all of those people running. you were chatting with a co-worker. you and her both made eye contact before going outside to check what was happening. it was a mess, all of the running people, the huge ravine, the beasts that looked like they crawled straight out of nightmare. you knew better than to stick around. you and your co-worker both. so you made a run for your truck. however, she got hurt. you didnt know exactly what happened, but she was unable to walk. she begged you to leave her. so you did, and you beat yourself up for it everyday. they knew your pain. the boy that the girls had been working with in algebra got pushed into a ravine while they were running out of the school.

then someone from the boat that had just left came struggling onto the dock from the water. he was on the brink of death and gave us a warning. 'the island.... it isnt safe,' he started. 'one of those monsters.... it knew somehow. it attacked the island with a few others..... theyre all dead.' he couldnt get anything else out before dying himself.

then a woman stood up, screaming. she held a baby in her arms before lifting them up high and slamming the poor thing to the ground. it had died immediately. she was screaming at us like a mad man, saying, 'it was a monster! were all monsters!! none of this is real, we need to escape!' others tried to get her to calm down, but she wouldnt listen. one of the teenage boys next to you pointed it out. her eyes were completely green. she had no irises or pupils. it was just green.

it happened so fast. she had pulled a glass shard out of her pocket and stabbed some poor lady with it. she just kept stabbing and stabbing. the poor womans face, it was horrid. her eyes had almost been pulled out by the glass, her nose was all bent wrong, but the worst part was that she was still alive. her screams were ear piercing and she was still flailing. eventually two men managed to pry her off the woman, but by then we all knew there was no saving her. the teenage girls were sobbing, one vomited. two of the boys were freaking out while the other just stared in horror.

the woman struggled until she got her arm free and then plunged the glass into her neck. everyone was panicking but all we could do was watch as she bleed out. the green faded from her eyes as they returned back to normal blue irises that were wide in horror, before they relaxed.

you werent given enough time to process the death before the site was attacked itself. you dont know what happened to those teens, but wherever they are, you pray theyre okay.

but onto the man outside. he was screaming at someone who you knew probably wasnt there. you were just gonna ignore it as you usually did until you heard a girls cries. she sounded so young, she sounded so terrified. you know you should leave it alone, but you wanted to help. you needed to help. so you popped the trunk and bolted towards the man. he looked to be in his late 40s, possibly late 50s. they were most likely father in daughter judging by their similar looks but that wasnt what mattered.

you rammed into the mans side as hard as you possibly could, most definitely making your arm worse in the process. he let go of the young girl and you immediately grabbed her and rushed under a car that was low to the ground. as you expected, he was unable to reach you. but he would figure a way. you knew he would.

the girl couldnt help but scream in terror as he continued to shove a sharp hunting knife closer and closer to the two of you. the other side of the car was blocked so all you could do was make sure you were closer to him than she was.

and then blood was spit all over you and the girl. the mans eyes were wide as they switched from the piercing green back to soft hazel. tears fell out of his eyes as he coughed up more blood. the knife fell out of his grasp and his body went slack. he stared at the girl and gave one last sad smile before his face relaxed. he was gone.

the girl stopped screaming and quietly sobbed in your grasp as this had all happened. his body was dragged away and a shadow was present over the mans corpse. you could make out some sort of hooves? they looked exactly like pigs feet. the being seemed to have brown pants and maybe some sort of cape on?

as you and the girl stayed quiet and still in hopes of avoiding attention from the beast, you saw another pair of animal typed feet. this time you recognized them.

you and the girl sat quiet and still as talons tapped against the cement.

#ze innits: the fall #dsmp techno #dream smp techno #mcyt techno #mcyt technoblade #technoblade x reader #dsmp philza #dream smp philza #mcyt philza #philza x reader #mcyt #dsmp #dream smp #dsmp au #dream smp au #less tags bc yea.#c-technoblade #c-philza

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wearebothdrunk · 3 years

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Omygod i just finished watching starwars and i kinda have an idea like maybe a jedireader? Or a jedi-like-reader where theyre in madripoor right, then they got attacked and she like "hold up let me handle it" AND SHE PULLED OUT HER LIGTHSABERS 😭😭 sam (and maybe zemo) geek out and bucky was like "i am so confused but that shits amazing"

Hi! of course!

“ A friend from work ”

pairing: Bucky x fem!reader (stark)

Word counting: 2186

Summary: You basicaly save Sam´s and Bucky´s ass in Madripoor.

warnings: nightmares

a/n: I had to do some changes to your requests to be more Marvel so i hope you like it anyway! I love the request.

Masterlist

*gif not mine*

Since your father died you have been supporting your mother Pepper and your younger sister Morgan. Pepper was not your biological mother but she always took care of you, even before she and your father started dating.

Without your dad and Nat and Steve, the Avengers seemed more lost than ever. You still helped and were Sam's backup on his missions but it wasn't the same. Your whole family had fallen apart, Thor was with the guardians of the galaxy, Clint retired, Bruce had enough with the avengers, and Wanda was taking some time for herself. You were left with Sam and Bucky. You were pretty good friends with Sam, but with Bucky...... let's just say it's complicated. You liked him for a while, but you didn't want to put your father in an uncomfortable situation, so you always put him first, even if it was very hard sometimes.

One day you were just relaxing on the couch when you looked at the tv and saw the news report saying that the criminal Zemo had escaped from prison. You immediately called Sam.

"Pick up Sam, come on-" you said.

you heard a voice on the other side " y/n? is everything okay?" you heard Sam´s voice

"No! Zemo has escaped from prison in case you haven't heard the news!"

" Really?!" he said but not very convincingly

You started to get suspicious. He seemed to already know about what was happening, but if he knew, why didn't he tell you? unless.....

"You're with him, aren't you?" you said straight out. "no, no, no, why would you think that y/n?" he was really trying to convince you

"Why did you do that Sam?! you know it's dangerous, what the hell were you thinking?"

" relax y/n. me and Bucky need him for a mission, he is just a means to an end" he finally said

"Are you with Bucky?" you asked. You missed him even if he was just a friend, he was special to you.

"Yes, but he is fine, don't worry! I have to go now! Goodbye, take care y/n"

he hung up.

Sam knew about your little crush on Bucky. He was like a best friend to you and if you couldn't count on his advice, then you wouldn't count on anyone.

Like your father you always wanted to help the Avengers in any way you could, so obviously you wouldn't be left out of this mission. In one of the upgrades you made to Sam's suit you added a tracker device in case he was kidnapped. It was the perfect time to use it! You pulled up a chair, sat down, and began tinkering with the gadgets your father had previously bought and used. You wanted him to be here with you but unfortunately, that was impossible so keeping his legacy alive was the closest you could get.

"Yes, found you!" You shouted in joy

"What city is this? Ma... Madripoor?" you asked yourself

"Well I hope it's worth it Sam Wilson because otherwise I'm gonna kick your ass"

You called Happy to get a flight for you. It was hard to convince him but you managed to convince him by saying you needed a short vacation.

* After 5 hours

You finally got to your destination, it felt like it took days to get there. Madripoor was a poor, dark and dirty city, you didn't like it there at all.

You got on your bike and headed towards the location of the suit. After about 10 minutes you arrived where Sam and Bucky were supposed to be according to your device.

"But this is just a car!" you said angrily.

Suddenly you heard gunshots and breaking glass and three unrecognizable men, at first.

"Y/N?! What the fuck are you doing here!?" Sam shouted, placing you behind a container to protect you from the bullets that were being fired at the four of you.

"Stand back!" you shouted at them, standing up.

You quickly took out the gun that was stuck inside your long leather jacket. You pointed the gun and in three seconds and without making a sound the gunshots stopped, just like magic.

"What the fuck was that? " Sam said surprised

" I am so confused but that shits amazing," bucky said with his mouth open giving a small smile.

"what are you waiting for?!! to die? get in the car now!" you shouted at them

The four of you ran quickly to the car and got in. Zemo started the car and luckily you managed to escape in time.

"what was that y/n?" sam asked

" it's just a prototype I made from a project my dad was working on before.... you know what. it works with extremely strong lasers that can demagnetize any weapon."

" That's fucking awesome!" Bucky said

you smiled. you loved being praised for your work but being praised by Bucky felt different to you.

" Well, thank you, Bucky!"

" Don't thank Bucky. I appreciate what you did back there but this is super dangerous. Your dad and Steve wouldn't approve any of this and-" you interrupted him.

"Guess what? My dad's not here! Why? Because he sacrificed his life to save the world! And Uncle Steve isn't here anymore, so stop thinking about what they would think of me!"

sam looked at you with concern. He felt obligated to protect you since your father couldn't.

For a moment the car was filled in awkward silence until Zemo decided to open his mouth.

"No one told me about a fourth member of the team. Sorry, pretty girl, but you won't be able to continue this trip with us" Zemo said.

"You are not in charge of anything, we are. If y/n hadn't appeared out of anywhere, we would be probably dead. So I advise you to keep your mouth shut and play your only role if you don't want to go to prison again" Bucky said with his eyes fixed firmly on Zemo.

Zemo swallowed.

" well, but there aren't enough beds," Zemo said in a low voice, barely audible.

" don't worry, she can sleep in my bed, I sleep on the floor," Bucky said without even blinking

You felt butterflies in your stomach. You were going to be in the same space as Bucky for more than 5 minutes, you were nervous that you would say something stupid or give him the wrong idea.

"Oh, you don't have to.

(oh yes, you do.)

" Of course I do. " Bucky looked at you with intensity as if he needed to do this.

* after 20 minutes*

"These are your rooms. All beds are already made and your bags will be taken to your respective rooms Mr. Zemo" the woman said.

"Thank you, my dear," Zemo said kissing the lady's hand

"Well, these are your rooms. I don't want anything ruined and I don't want any noise because I am very tired. Good night fellows" Zemo went directly to his room and closed the door leaving the three of you alone.

" I'm just going downstairs to see if they can get me an extra blanket," Bucky said leaving you and Sam alone. Things between you two were still a little awkward from earlier.

" y/n, I don't want us to be on bad terms. You have to understand that I care about you" Sam broke the silence

" Sam, I know and I care about you too, but you have to realize that we are almost the same age and I don't need to have a babysit."

"I know, I know. No hard feelings?"

"No hard feelings," you said shaking his hand and pulling him for a hug

"So, what's this about you sleeping in the same room as Bucky? y/n I'm watching you like a falcon" sam joked

"Relax! He's just a friend from work"

" I have the blanket here. I'm going to bed now, good night". Bucky said to you two

"oh, I'm going with you, that way I can help you make your bed. it's the least I can do since you don´t let me sleep on the floor"

You both said your goodbyes to sam and went to your room.

Bucky spread out a blanket next to the bed where you were going to stay and laid down.

"You´re not gonna even put a pillow? Take this one I have too many." you said to him

"No! I don't want a pillow" Bucky said, throwing you the pillow again.

You got up and started to make his "bed" more comfortable. "You're not going to sleep on the floor like that, Buck-" he interrupted what you were doing by grabbing your arm and looking you straight in the eye. "I don't need that y/n. I'm used to sleeping on the floor."

You looked at him shocked. "You are used to it?!"

"Yes," he said hesitantly.

"Why Bucky?" you asked.

" I don't feel comfortable enough to sleep in a fluffy comfortable bed, not after all the people I have killed and all the lives I ruined. Every night I have nightmares to remind me of that" he said as if it was something natural to him.

" Buck....... You can't feel that way. You deserve a hundred soft, comfortable beds, you deserve to have a happy life. You didn't kill those people, you didn't ruin those people's lives, HYDRA did. There are people who care about you, I care about you."

"You care about me? You said yourself that I was just a friend from work, and I understand and respect that y/n, I knew we were just that."

"That was me joking with Sam. I wish you were just a work friend, it would have saved me some heartbreaks."

" heartbreaks?" you could see by Bucky´s confused face that he had zero idea of what you were talking about.

" are you going to tell me that you never noticed that I liked you and cared differently about you?"

" NO!" he said surprised

"Okay, I understand. We can still be work friends Buck I mean it, I don't want to put you into another bad situation-" the touch of his lips against yours interrupted your speech.

"I never wanted to be just your friend from work" he sighed.

"me neither," you said kissing him again

You make out for about 5 minutes. when you finally let each other out of your arms, you got up and took the blanket that was on your bed and your pillow and put it next to Bucky. "what are you doing?" he looked confused.

"Did you really thought I was going to let you sleep alone on this cold uncomfortable floor?"

"y/n-" you interrupted him with a kiss. "Yes?" you asked. "I don't want you to sleep here on this horrible floor. you will go back to your warm comfortable bed and sleep" he said with a straight face

"Bucky, either you come with me to this warm bed or I will sleep here with you. it's your call baby"

he smiled and sighed. " you are the worst" he mumbled throwing you on the bed making you giggle. You walked over to him and grabbed his hand and kissed it.

"I promise you that you deserve all of this Buck" you whispered.

he kissed you again passionately to thank you for what you had done for him. You both laid down. You put your head on top of his chest and he put his arms on top of your back, you were finally able to sleep.

* later that night*

you began to hear a voice whispering something making you wake up.

"I HAVE TO, I HAVE TO DO THIS" Bucky sighed in the middle of sleeping.

Bucky was having a nightmare. He was sweating and he was gasping for breath.

"Buck? babe, it's just a nightmare" you whispered caressing his cheeks with the back of your fingers.

Suddenly he gets up, still heavy breathing, and sits in the bed.

" What's happening," he said in mid-breath. "You were having a nightmare babe.". You put your arms around him making him feel safe." it's okay" you said.

When he finally let go you stood up and start walking toward the door

"where are you going?" He asked with a puppy face

" don't worry, I'm just gonna get something to calm you down"

when you came back with the hot chamomile tea you had made for him, Bucky was still sitting on the bed with his hands on his head.

" here, this is going to help you. my dad always made me this when I woke up in the middle of the night"

" thank you for taking care of me," he said

" James Buchan Barnes I will be here to make sure you sleep like a baby for the rest of your life."

and he did.

#bucky fanfic #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes imagines #bucky x reader #bucky x tony stark´s daughter #marvel imagines #marvel fluff

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stargazing-enby · 4 years

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I had a dream that harry and draco were both aurors and they were married to ginny and astoria and then got sent to a mission and they had to do a steak out????? But ofc there was tension so they were like uuuuhhhhh we should bring our wives bc uuuuhhh we cant be away from them too long ya know and they all spend a month or two in a house and shit and ginny and astoria fall in love and bc theyre badass ladies they are upfront about it and then harry and draco are like.... Guess we should a dress

our thing too huh?? And then albus and scorpious have 2 moms and 2 dads (ginny and astoria were both pregnant btw, dont know if i already said that) and it was weirdly amazing and i didnt know who else to tell so yea

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Anon, your mind. First of all, thanks so much for sharing your dream with me because it's honestly amazing. Second of all, I was re-reading your asks the other day wondering if I should try to write this, and soon after that I took the (ill-advised) decision to take a nap and started dreaming about your prompt. Now I feel like I share a special, oneiric connection with you! Anyway, I hope you enjoy :)

Thanks @april-thelightfury115 for betaing!

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At first, Ginny had been mad. Offended, even, that her husband had thought it a great idea to make her share a house with Astoria Malfoy for Merlin knew how long while he and Draco ran off to chase some suspect.

“The only thing that woman and I have in common is that we're pregnant,” Ginny had argued, “and that we're both married to bloody idiots!”

Three weeks into the stakeout, however, Ginny had to admit she’d been wrong. Although wrong wasn't perhaps the most accurate of word choices, since she and Astoria were, like she’d suspected, completely different kinds of people. Where Ginny was passionate and intense, Astoria was quiet, an aura of serenity always surrounding her. Where Ginny bickered and joked and threw jibes around with her husband whenever she had the chance, Astoria was all subtle touches; a small caress to Draco's shoulder before they left home in the morning, a careful take care whispered in his ear.

Where Ginny was fire, Astoria was water: cleansing and soothing and calm.

But she had been utterly, dangerously wrong in that she couldn’t help but find Astoria Malfoy intoxicating.

“Darling.” Astoria had recently taken to calling her that when they were on their own, in a tone that Ginny could not bring herself to believe to be purely neutral. “Are you sure you're not tired? I sincerely doubt they'll arrive before dawn this morning—we don't have to stay awake if you don't want to.”

“No, no—” Ginny couldn’t help but shiver as the small realisation washed over her for seemingly the hundredth time that night: the realisation that Harry, as much as she adored him, could not have had any less to do with her wanting to stay awake. “I don't want to give up the chance to beat you one more time.”

Astoria smiled at her, cheeky.

“Very well,” she said, and, after a moment, moved one of her knights on the board. She didn't take her eyes off Ginny as the Knight destroyed one of Ginny's pawns; her eyes sparkled with naughty mirth, and Ginny's breath caught.

A moment later, a wave of guilt drowned the butterflies in her stomach, and Ginny looked down at the chess board and told herself that she was in love with her husband. Utterly, helplessly in love.

Except you aren't, a little voice said. You love him. You love him more than anything. You’ve loved him since forever; you'll love him for forever, because he'll always be the person who gave you your son. But you are not in love with him anymore. You haven't been for a while now.

“Ginny.”

She raised her head.

“You're not thinking about the game.”

It wasn't a question.

Astoria knew. She wasn't stupid. She knew she wasn't meant to be calling Ginny darling, knew of the emotions—deep, fierce, raging—that ran under Ginny's skin whenever they shared a smile, a look; whenever one's fingertips found the other's knuckles and their knees brushed and bumped almost on their own accord in the middle of their nightly conversations.

“I'm not,” Ginny said. “I'm thinking about us.”

Astoria let out a breath, shoulders sagging. She looked down, but Ginny waited, gaze steady, for Astoria to look back up at her.

“It's late,” Astoria said after a moment.

“I think I'm falling in love with you.”

Astoria closed her eyes, a slow frown twisting her sharp features.

“I know.” It was barely a murmur.

“I know you know,” Ginny said, a challenge.

Astoria met her gaze, then, and Ginny's resolve wavered when she realised just how terrified Astoria was.

“Hey,” Ginny murmured, standing up. Astoria, lips trembling, buckled over to make room for her in the settee. “Hey, I'm sorry. I'm sorry—”

“It's not your fault.” Even though her head was turned away from Ginny, Astoria leaned into her touch. “None of this is your fault. Draco is—” Her voice broke, and Ginny held her hand with both of hers, aching, yearning to hold Astoria in her arms and take the pain away. But she couldn't. “Draco is a wonderful man. He's attentive, and loving, and he's funny, and…”

A tear fell into Astoria's shirt over her tummy.

“And he's my best friend. But he and I are not in love. We never have been.”

That caught Ginny off-guard.

“Never?”

Astoria laughed, a broken, pathetic sound.

“Never. Our parents planned our union soon after I left Hogwarts. I was horrified at first, but after getting to know him, there was a time when I really thought I would fall in love with him in time. That he'd fall in love with me. And we did end up loving each other, mind you: he will always be my closest friend. It's just not…”

“Yeah,” Ginny said softly. “I understand.”

Astoria turned to look at her, then. Seeing her teared up made something inside Ginny snap, and she reached out, held Astoria's cheeks in her hands, thumbing at her messy tears.

“Harry and I were in love for a long time, but… I think he knows just as well as I do that the love we feel now is purely platonic.” She smiled—chuckled. “In fact, a small part of me suspects whatever he feels for Draco right now is more intense than what he ever felt for me.”

That tore a laugh out of Astoria.

“I would not be surprised if that was the case. Those two…” She shook her head. “They're incorrigible.”

Ginny groaned in agreement. A moment later, though, her smile faded away and she was left with Astoria's face cradled in her hands. Their legs pressed together, their eyes searching the other's face. Scared, but hopeful.

Sliding her hands down Astoria's neck and shoulders, and then squeezing her arms, Ginny let out a slow, deep breath.

“I think we need to have a conversation with our husbands.”

***

“You… What?”

To Harry's credit, he looked more baffled than anything else.

“We're in love,” Astoria repeated, voice steady, but gaze pleading with Draco to understand.

“I… Okay. Okay. Give me one second.” Harry turned around and sat down on the nearest chair.

Draco remained still. As far as Ginny was aware, he’d barely even blinked since they'd started explaining the situation to them.

“Are you going to say anything?” Harry asked after a moment, turning to Draco. When Draco shook his head, gaze still fixed in some distant point in space, Harry stood again, leaning his weight against the table. “Okay, so first of all, this is all extremely awkward.”

“We were aware of that much, thank you,” Astoria said.

“I mean, both of you are pregnant. With our babies.” He gestured between him and Draco. “Not to mention that we're married, although that's slightly less permanent…”

Draco huffed, and the three of them turned to him. When he didn't say anything, Harry continued.

“But I guess it… makes sense? I mean—you two are sort of like… the perfect opposites, you know. I always knew you would get on well. I didn't suspect you'd get on this well, but, hey—”

“Have you—” Draco's head seemed to be stuck mid-shake, eyes scrunched closed. “Have you done anything? With one another?”

“No, darling.” The word sounded different, Ginny thought, when Astoria used it for Draco. “We were waiting to tell you.”

He nodded, but didn't say anything else. When Astoria approached him, Ginny took a step back to give them some space and leaned into the table with Harry.

“I love you,” she told him.

“And I you,” Harry said, eyes low. Gulping, he took Ginny's hand in his. “But… I mean, I think both of us had noticed that something was… that something wasn't…”

“I know.” She squeezed his hand. “I know.”

He looked up at her, and Merlin, he looked so, so vulnerable in that moment that Ginny wished more than ever that she could love him the way he deserved to be loved. But that simply wasn’t for her to do.

“I still would like for us to raise our son together,” he murmured.

“We will. Harry, I don't care what happens from now on. You're still my best friend, and you're still the father of my kid. Nothing is going to change that. Okay?”

Harry nodded, and, biting his lip, turned his gaze to Draco and Astoria. After a moment, Ginny did too.

Draco was crying.

“Come on, let's give them some space,” she said, pushing herself off the table. Harry followed her out of the room.

***

“Draco…”

No reply came. Harry looked at him, but Draco's gaze was fixed somewhere outside the car window.

They'd spent countless hours inside that car, in that very watch post. Hours chatting, and bickering, and taking turns to sleep while the other watched the house for any signs of activity.

It had never been awkward before now.

“Look, we need to talk,” Harry said. Draco huffed, unamused. “We need to talk because we both know our wives are not the only ones who’d noticed something wasn’t right before yesterday’s conversation. They were just the only ones brave enough to be upfront about it.”

In the moment it took Draco to turn around, Harry thought of Draco's head on his shoulder; of the way it had felt when Draco had fallen asleep there, of the way he'd been so careful not to let it fall so Draco wouldn't wake up. He thought of the way their arms brushed whenever they walked, wands in hand, toward a dangerous location. Thought of the very reason they'd been so adamant that their wives should come with them on this mission: a truth they'd refused to confront, and that had gone and slapped them in the face anyway.

“Do you understand how terrifying this is for me?” Draco finally said, body turned to Harry, but gaze fixed on his knees. “To know that my life as I know it, as I always expected it to be, is over? Do you think”—he looked up at Harry, and Merlin, he looked so scared Harry had to hold back from reaching out to him—“that I haven't noticed that I'm in love with Harry Potter, and not with the woman I'm about to have a baby with?”

Harry held his breath. Searched in Malfoy's eyes, desperately, for any hint that he was about to take back his words. Then, almost out of breath:

“I'm in love with you too.”

Draco let out a desperate laugh.

“I know that, you bloody idiot,” he choked out. “Fuck, I know.”

Harry bit his lip. Reached out, rested a hand over Draco's trembling, fisted own.

For a few moments, neither spoke.

“I'm sorry,” Harry murmured eventually. “I'm sorry things can't be different.”

Draco started playing with Harry's fingers, and Harry closed his eyes—marvelled in how warm Draco's hands felt. How careful they were even as he fidgeted.

“I'm glad they told us,” Draco said. “I want Astoria to be happy, and I know she'd never be completely happy with me.” A sigh. “I wouldn't, either. Not with her. I just… I need some time to come to terms with it.”

Harry's fingers turned and turned between Draco's nervous own.

“That's okay. I don't mind waiting for you.”

Their eyes met.

“Okay,” Draco said.

Harry squeezed his hand. Smiled.

“Okay.”

***

The whoosh of the hearth letting someone through was quickly followed by two high-pitched squeals. By two very excited cries of, “Daddy!”

Harry smiled to himself when he heard Draco's laughter coming from the living room as he—presumably—was tackled to the floor by Albus and Scorpius.

“Boooys,” Harry called after a moment. “Come grab some cookies from the kitchen!”

A few seconds later, the two five-year-old tornadoes were rushing toward the tray, barely sparing Harry a glance. Harry shook his head, grinning.

“Where's my hug?”

“Daddy!” Albus, face already full of crumbs, ran toward Harry's arms. “Your cookies are the best!”

“Mmh!” Scorpius agreed.

“I'm glad you like them.” Harry ruffled Al's hair. “Do save some for later, though!”

Draco walked in, grabbed a cookie. “How are your mums?” he asked while he gave Harry a sonorous kiss on the cheek, the crumbs on Draco’s mouth scratching against his stubble.

Harry was about to complain when Albus stretched his arms out, asking to be picked up.

“They have a date today,” he—quite loudly—whispered in Harry's ear.

“Do they, now!”

“A date in a restawant with candles and a lot of different forks,” Albus explained. “And—and they were wearing really pretty dresses!”

“Really? What colour?” Draco asked, picking Scorpius up too.

“Mum's was red,” Scorpius said. “And mummy's was, uh, it was really pretty, and—”

“And sparkly!” Albus squealed. “Black and sparkly!”

“Wow! I don’t think Draco and I own anything so pretty!” Harry turned to Draco. “What do you think?”

“Hmmm…” Draco dragged the sound out, sharing a mischievous look with Scorpius. “I’m not sure… I think we might have some sparkly garments hidden in the back of our wardrobe, but I’m sure Al and Scorp won’t be interested in—”

“We want to see!” Scorpius screamed, wiggling in his father’s arms.

“We want to see, we want to see!” Albus chanted.

Harry and Draco shared a smile.

“Very well, then,” Draco said solemnly, setting Scorpius down. “Let’s see which of you can find the prettiest clothes in our bedroom for us to wear today.”

The kids darted upstairs, and, before following them, Harry took Draco’s hand in his and kissed his husband’s cheek in return.

#OTPshipper98 #Drarry #Drarry fic #Drarry squad #Harry Potter #Draco x Harry #Astoria x Ginny #how would you call this ship?#Astinny #that doesn't sound right XD #Pregnancy tw #chess players plase don't murder me if I got chess wrong #I have literally never played it aslkjglks

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skyeblue379 · 3 years

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So let’s talk about the newest episode of WandVision there is of course a spoiler warning from this point on

First let’s talk about theories disproved

So the town is made up of the citizens of westview( as far as we know ) the fact the several citizens actors such as the milkman, mailman , and “norm” were shields of agents in previous movies is a conciedence

It’s looking like Anges is a regular citizen not Agatha Harkness, who in the comics was one of the original witches of Salem, a mentor of scarlet witch who was eventually killed by her when she went crazy and almost destroyed the multiverse, but as she was not one the citizens who was identified there is still a chance but we’ll have to wait and see

Okay so let’s talk about what still up in the air theory wise and what we do know thus far

Let’s talk about Mephisto

i still believe that this is how Marvel is choosing to introduce him since he plays an important part in wandas story arch in the comics ( for those who don’t know Wanda creates the twins using a bit of his power/soul and he arranges for them to be stolen by his minion Master pandemonium who uses them as Arms to try and regain Mephisto’s stolen power ( yes you read that right the 80s were wild)

I still believe that he is the one orchestrating everything behind the scenes but I have a new theory on who he is or at least one I have seen but I’m sure is out there cause let’s be honest I’m not that creative lol

I think during the aftermath of the snap Mephisto took advantage of the chaos to take the identity of Hayward the new leader of SWORD

Think about he could’ve seen that there was a chance to take power in the upcoming new agency and knowing marvel they might pull an ego, he might’ve had a had in hand in Maria’s death to make sure that he got control of SWORD and to have Monica have a personal investment in this fight

If we go with this theory that explains why he seems to have vendetta to make out Wanda as the villain and dangerous and why we didn’t see the “ footage “ of Wanda stealing visions body my guess is he is trying to alienate wanda from everyone else so she’ll have no where to turn

The reason I think this isn’t entirely wanda is because while in the comics Wanda is one of the most powerful mutants in the entire multi-verse thus far in the mcu she hasn’t shown that level of power and while I would LOVE if they gave Wanda the power and recognition she deserves I don’t think that’s going to happen given The writers treatment Of the marvel women so far and if given the chance they will make the all powerful villain who manipulating the poor defenseless female who couldn’t help but fall for his evil schemes * cue southern lady hand to forehead swoon*(oh I’m going to piss off some fanboys with that one lol) but really think about it Hollywood as a whole doesn’t like bestowing the mantle of most powerful on women or POC especially in action movies which , whether or not you want to admit it , as a genre is engineered to please cisgender straight white men but that’s a whole other debate and I’m already going off enough tangents as is

I don’t think that it was wanda who left the boundary or if it was I don’t think it was entirely of her own volition I think it was a tactic to further villify Wanda in the eyes of SWORD and cementing the distrust of her by them so Hayward can weaponize SWORD against Wanda and Vision

Expanding on that based on what We’ve seen so far from the eps and the previews it’s going to end up being a battle between SWORD/ Mesphisto who is manipulating everything and everyone to make it seem like it’s Wanda controling the town against Wanda and Vision, with the help of Darcy, agent Jimmy Woo, and Monica after they begin to realize what’s happening

Moving on to Wandas role

So I agree with Visions assement that while Wanda Wasn’t initially consciously aware of what was going on she “ woke up “ at some point is now actively manipulating her surroundings and while she doesn’t want to directly hurt anyone as evident by her protecting Monica while sending her flying through walls and the barrier which could’ve killed her but should’ve at least broken a several bones but she came out with out a scratch

We can see that she knows what she’s doing is wrong but the looks of guilt when confronted with what she is doing she is trying to make sure the citizens are living as normal as possible as seen when she mentions making sure they mow their lawns and make it to their dentist appts and she thinks by controling them she’s making it easier on them but she knows it’s wrong like for example when billy and tommy ask her to bring sparky back to life the look on her face when she tells them there are certain things you can’t mess with and Vision walking up right as she says that I’m guessing within the next couple of episodes she admit to herself that what is happening is wrong

The Twins

So far in the series we see that Billy and Tommy at least posses some of their mother’s power as seen as they can age up seemingly by will power

In the comics billy becomes Wiccan , who takes after his mother’s powers and tommy is speed who inherited his uncles super speed but we have yet to see if these powers will transfer into the show

Side note if they try and change wiccans or speeds sexualities which in the comics wiccan was canonically gay and in a long term relationship hulking, who he eventually married , and Speed who was bisexual and in a relationship with prodigy I will riot

I’m guessing that mephisto is going to take the twins leading to Wanda joining dr strange in his show traveling the multi-verse in trying to find them or some version of them since we can only assume that’s how they are introducing the introducing mutants to the mcu

Speaking of introducing mutants to the MCU

So at the very end of the episode they get a surprise visitor- quicksilver (which several ppl saw coming ) we see that the X-mans Quicksilver arrive at the door

While I am glad that they are reintroducing Quicksilver as his early death was my biggest problem with age of ultron, we will have to wait and see how this pans out in regards to the series as a whole

When we hear the knock we are being lead to assume same as vision that it is another diversion by Wanda which we’ve seen her do several times at this point she seems as confused as he is so I don’t think he’s appeared by her powers proven by the fact when he introduces himself as her brother she’s visibly thrown and understandably confused before hugging him

My guess is that Mephisto( who in the comics also has the power to manipulate reality tho not on the scale that scarlet witch does which is why he needs her) brought him in to distract Wanda and Vision from discovering the truth

Now we can only assume that because of his appearance that other X-men and ppl from that universe will make an appearance in the mcu but to what extent we can’t be sure yet it will largely depend on what actors agree to resign on to their contracts to continue playing their characters so we can assume that Wolverine will not be making an appearance as Hugh jackman has previously stated that he will not be reprising the role but with everyone else’s we will have to wait and see

Let me know what you guys think what you agree or disagree with, further theories etc

EDIT: I apologize it’s been almost a decade since I’ve read the series of comics feature the storyline that WandaVision were based off it was pointed to me by @Hapllucigenia123 that there were a few inaccuracies in my post

the guy with the baby arms was master pandemonium who while he was working under the direction of Mephisto is not him

the twins were made purely out of fractions of Mephistos soul in the comics and he arranged them for them to be kidnapped in order to regain the power he had lost

This doesn’t change my theories much since I don’t believe they are going to have master pandemonium appear in the series because he was a middle man and the writers are going to probably have a bigger villain name to help draw in more views.( also don’t think theyre going to have anyone use the twins as arms cause I don’t see it being taken seriously in this day and age but imagine the memes if they did lol but I will go back and fix the information when I can thank you again @hapllucigenia123 who can also be found in the comments if the tags don’t work

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hisbutlerisahunter · 3 years

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Day 6- Coffee shop date.

Pairing: Mey-rin x reader.

Finally it was Friday night. You were excited because Friday night is date night, the one day you and your girlfriend get to finish work early, curtesy of a very suspiciously giving demon, and run away into town to do something, just the two of you.

“Where to tonight my dear” you ask in a fake fancy voice. It gets a giggle out of mey-rin and the nickname gets a blush, its adorable that she still blushes at nicknames after years of dating.

“Oh! We could go to the new coffee shop in town, the cakes in the windows look so good!” She says dreamily. Shes always drawn in by the sweet selections in any store so youre not surprised thats why she wants to go.

The autumn air is cold as you walk down the main street to the coffee shop but as you arrive you feel the tingle of warmth come back to your skin. As the door swings open, courtesy of an over excited girlfriend, the warmth hits and the coffee smell invades your senses. Mey-rin wasnt lying the cakes in the window look amazing and youre pleasantly surprised to find they make your favourite.

“Mey, they make it, they have my favourite!” You whisper shout, just a little over excited but not wanting to embarrass yourself. She smiles and takes your hand before walking with you to the counter.

“I know i saw it when i walked past the other week, i just didnt want to tell you so that itd be a surprise when we came” she speaks animatedly and it makes you chuckle, its sweet that she still wanted to surprise you.

Shed always been the shy blushy type until a few months into your relationship after that she settled and was fairly confident and happy and her way of showing that was surprises the she knew youd like. A testament to how well you know each other you suppose but secretly to her, it was her way of thanking you for being so patient with her stuttering mess of a self.

“You order and ill pick a table, probably one near the window?” You say it like a question but you’re talking more to yourself than Mey-rin. The table you pick sits right in front of the glass windows, you can see the people bustling down the street and itd give you a heads up on the weather before you left.

Your quick table decision helps in your favour because as you take your coat off you turn to see your girlfriend almost tripping with both your drinks in her hands. Its become a habit, remembering to do things fast so you can catch mey-rin but this time, you see the danger before it happens.

You take the drinks and place them on the table before pulling the chair out for her. She does a tiny bow, which is the cutest thing you’ve ever seen and sits in the chair with a smile.

“Your cakes ladies” the waiter smiles brightly and winks at mey-rin as her plate is placed in front of her. You thank the waiter and giggle as mey flushes the same colour as her hair.

“Aww theyre flirting with you mey, how cute” she shrinks in her chair at your words before hissing out a small “stop it” and hides by scooting closer to the window when the waiter comes back to give you your milk and sugar.

“Are they gone?” She whispers before scooching back across from you as you nod.

“Youre the most adorable person ive ever met, why are you so shy, people must have fought over you before” you say matter of factly. She is adorable and pretty and extremely kind and considerate, its a wonder hoe she was even single when youd met her, you had honestly thought she wouldnt date you because she was so spoilt for choice. As mey rin speaks you find yourself to be wrong.

“Ive never dated anyone before at all, nobody really wanted an over confident sniper or a clumsy maid for a girlfriend” she speaks sheepishly her smile faltering. You hum and stir your drink, there was no doubt in your mind that everyone else must be stupid, mey-rin was a catch and the perfect partner.

“Well i do, either of them, or both of them, i love all of you” she smiles and hums at your words wistfully before turning to face you. You smile and wink as the waiter had done before but instead of getting a bashful blushing girlfriend, you get a broader smile and a very loving look thrown your way.

You eat your cakes, sharing some of your own with her when she asks for a bite. Mostly you talk about how long work has been and how youve missed each other despite seeing each other every night its still easy to find yourselves missing one another. She laughs at your stupid jokes and you poke (gentle) fun at her clumsiness this week and as you exit the store you find yourselves huddling together as the air had gotten bitter.

“My goodness its freezing” you shriek as another gust of wind pushes you towards home.

Mey-rin laughs lightly as you wrap your arm around her own and try to burrow deeper into her side. Youre right, it is freezing she thinks but theres nothing that can take away the joy and love she feels looking down at you right now, even the winter weather.

#black butler scenarios #black butler imagines #black butler headcanons #black butler #mey-rin #fluffvember

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noeldressari · 3 years

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WIP Meme

Thanks for the tag @morganaseren!

So confession time. Since finishing off chapter 18, I haven’t really done much with 19. I’ve mostly been reading Masked Empire and doing research for Halamshirale trying to work out certain things. It’ll probly be well into August before I finish it, but I’m hoping I can at least get a ways along before school starts. But I do have some stuff from the original story I’ve been working on that I’ve aptly named “Knights of the Gay Table” which is about exactly what the tittle suggests: a bunch of gay ladies in an organization like the round table where they go around solving problems and such. lol dont worry that titles temporary for now and i’ll come up with a better one once its finished, i just gotta call it something for now. (quick background: Lyonesse is currently an aspiring knight trying to enter a tournament, and Florence is a blacksmith helping her. theyre totally not hella gay for eachother, no not at all just gal pals) Anyway, here’s an early WIP from that project.

Dust danced like snow against the golden light streaming into the stables. A tan horse with white spots lifted its head and turned to watch what was happening in the back of the room. A flash of silver sliced through the warmth of the colors surrounding. A woman's huff broke the morning silence. Lyonesse drew the sword closer to her, straightened her stance, then struck out again with the sword. She frowned. That sword swing didn't seem quite right. She lowered her sword and glanced over at the open book perched on a stool. She squinted at the illustrations demonstrating the basic sword swings, and tried to walk herself through the motions in her head. Then she straightened up again and raised her sword in stance. She rolled her shoulders, trying to shift the straps of her armor into a more comfortable place. The armor she was wearing fitted her badly, and it made movement all the more difficult. Again, she tried the sword strike, and the sword spun out of her hand. Lyonesse cringed as it bounced off a wooden post and clattered to the ground.

One of the horses behind her snorted and shook its head disapprovingly. Lyonesse sighed, "I know, I know. But it's much more difficult than it looks. Those knights make it all look so easy." She leaned down and picked up her sword, dusting it off, "And it's even harder to do with an audience."

"You'd better get used to that if you're going to do any better in that tournament than the horses."

Lyonesse froze at the second voice. She turned and saw a woman leaning against one of the stalls watching her. She had reddish-brown hair in a messy braid with two long thick strands hanging over one side, dark green eyes, and a face that managed to be both soft and hardened at the same time. Freckles formed constellations around her eyes. How long had she been standing there?

"You should also learn to fasten your armor properly." The woman said as she approached. She held out a hand, "May I?"

Lyonesse hesitated a moment, then nodded. The woman's fingers went to the straps under her arm. At once she felt the release as they stopped digging into her.

"I'm Florence, by the way. What's your name?" The young woman asked as she worked.

"Lyonesse." She said, feeling the invisible hands of some unknown danger closing in.

"Lyonesse... Silverborne?"

"No, just Lyonesse." She said, puzzled by how she could be confused with someone from that noble family.

"Curious..." The woman murmured. A slender finger tapped lightly against the armor, "Considering that's the Silverborne family crest on your armor."

Lyonesse opened her mouth to deny it, but knew it was hopeless. She was an awful liar, and this woman was no fool. She dropped her shoulders and her head bowed. She bit her lip nervously and waited for the woman to yell and call the guards. But she didn't. She merely laughed slightly and when Lyonesse raised her head, she found amusement in the woman’s eyes rather than the anger she was expecting.

"Relax, I'm not gonna turn you in." She tilted her head slightly, and Lyonesse found herself being examined by two deep green irises that held all the warmth absorbed by the prairie grass in summer.

#wip meme #wip #original story #knights of the gay table #this was the only coherent thing i have so far #the rest is just random tidbits #random little scenes that i just see in my head and wrote down #and i have a bit of the intro to the book but it still needs alot of work

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libidomechanica · 6 months

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if I do them bent my heaven’s voices vnto my tomb; and age, enwrapped an image on thing down. In the fall stand, and yeeld that thou would supper nostrils small fret. A womanhood, and, at last half-drowne, and let than any sequent worthy Christian quell its toy! Cherry- isle, with turn my minute’s serve whale-bone misse, with vain wild white doves, not theyr chaos: and

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me, from the palms, sicke legend if their sleep. He step. Foreign of truth of the others made fields, far more pleats. Casts words oft and fingers. I have life of me! A crown instead of Wisdom of beauty thee safely terms or said: I need the place, the may do twinnes that’s me. Where air immortal bowe and night! Forgotten-times rest. A moment as the same in shouldst

more of the rose alone, as if it word. To labor and still remity of like me no falling homeward in either things and made you a good found thy Protean, pays. And trammel’d backgammon’s hanging ordures do charge, thou better day behold is for the upburst, when the red rose. And strong and I will then, with the sill the faults. Were t aughters?

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an ocean street, then a flake foaming was doubly, where, but soon as twixt a maiden, safety of lonely majestic to thy wracke beam, whethere all the woods shall the wind, and none its cased; or form, by Suwarrowly bowstrings; my grieved, the woods may still fare: yet loue why my own dear life and as containing Of all this vein of this sin in mast?

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Aged up marichat where chat is being a little fart and marinette puts him into his place sassily. Angst in the beginning then shifting to fluff. But chat is justified in being stupid like he's not being whiny lol just a couple's quarrel LOL (since theyre in their 20s possoble mention at them having future kids and them being blushy bc they didnt do the shame shame bc theyre waiting for marriage XD) Lyyy scar

Heh, you're welcome @ravensink ! Don't forget to drop by more amazing requests! ;) 😏😈 Also: @miraculous-elcie-fanfics since you mentioned wanting to be tagged in my ML stories :3

"Oh? The princess isn't resting in her lavish castle with a maid massaging her feet?" the teasing voice cut through the peaceful silence and Marinette hung her head, already knowing who it was.

They've been at this for a while now.

Four years, to be exact.

She didn't turn her head to look at him, but acknowledged his presence when he jumped down from her chimney to land perfectly balanced on her balcony railing next to her.

It still amazed her how, even after he'd underwent growthspurt after growthspurt during puberty, with only her head reaching the very top of his shoulders now, he still managed to perfectly balance his large frame on the thin metal railing.

Marinette smirked at his banter. "The princess was waiting for her loyal servant to finally arrive and massage her feet for her. I must say you're quite tedious, loyal servant." the smug grin on her lips made the young man chuckle, shaking his head in amusement.

A fair eyebrow rose in question, mirth shining in those green eyes of his that had captivated her more than once, not that she would ever say that out loud. "Apawlogies princess, my services have been lacking."

The young woman laughed, the smile reaching her eyes when she glanced at him briefly. "Careful kitty, I just may be on the lookout for another tomcat." She winked and Chat had to admit it did funny things to his stomach, had since they'd become good friends.

More than that.

Comfortable silence settled between them, until Chat Noir spoke again, his voice dropping a bit deeper, more serious. "Marinette."

The use of her name made her finally turn her head, the bandage on her cheek catching the cat's eye instantly. "What?"

He sighed, swinging his legs over so that they hovered over the floor of her balcony and no longer in open air. "You should've called for me sooner."

She gingerly touched his shoulder, her smile warmer than the inviting blankets in her room. "I'm fine kitty, Ladybug saved me."

He scoffed, messy blond hair falling into his eyes. "She may always save you, but there will be a time where she can't."

Marinette sighed, knowing those words were very true, especially since she was Ladybug.

Not that her partner would know anything about it.

"Maybe...maybe there will be a time where I can't..." the solemn expression on his face and in his voice made her blood boil and Marinette leaned forward.

"Huh? Princess, wha- MEOWCH!" Chat Noir sprung back quickly, back slamming against the side of the wall as he cowered away from the lethal substance. "Hey! Cut it out! I thought we talked about this little lady!"

He hissed at the offending object held securely in her hand, a disapproving glare on her face. "Don't you 'lady' me, kitty! And I thought we said you would stop trying to protect me all the time! I'm a big girl Chat, I can protect myself!"

The woman with the hell spawned spray bottle in her hands crossed her arms and the feline hero deemed it safe enough to come closer when the deadly bottle wasn't directed at his general direction anymore.

"You can't protect yourself against akumas!" Chat Noir straightened to his full height, now a whole head taller than the angry dark-haired woman.

Marinette growled in frustration. "I did and I will! Ladybug and you may have super suits but I have enough brains to think my way out of a situation." the proud smile on her lips was there for a second, until her secret partner was on her again.

Chat Noir growled, a far more guttural and feline-esque sound than what Marinette made. "Don't be stupid! What if you get into a situation where brains can't help you?! What if you're trapped somewhere, kidnapped by an akuma or not even on land and far away? What then? Still think your creative mind can save you?"

Not willing to back down, no matter how pity their argument seemed, Marinette stood her ground. She knew Chat Noir had now way of knowing she was Ladybug, so technically she had the brains and the super suit. "I will think of something!"

Now it was his turn to cross his arms, much bigger than hers, from all the years of fighting against akumas and criminals and he leveled her with a deadpan look. "Evillustrator?"

Marinette gaped, surprised that was the first thing that sprung to his mind. "You were with me! Nathaniel was harmless! We'd been kids Chat Noir!"

He frowned. "Glaciator?"

She coughed, looking away. "Kids! Err...I was on a roof and distracted by all the candles you set up!"

His expression softened at the memory, but quickly hardened with his next inquiry. "Ignoblia?"

Marinette jaw dropped and she pointed an accusing finger at her friend. "Hey! She was a bit..too quick and...she was a superhero- villain!"

"Exactly! Proves my point purrfectly!" He smirked at the look of despair on her face, until Marinette turned her back to him and huffed.

"I see kitty is having a hissy fit!"

He didn't want to, but the jab still got him. That little minx. "How can I not when you constantly dive headfirst into danger?! Do you think I dont check every alley and every corner if I dont know you're home when an akuma strikes? I can't believe you can't see reason!" he ran his claws through his messy hair, messing it up even further.

The designer stomped her foot. "I can't believe you can't see reason Chat! Why do you even check every alley? I'll find shelter somewhere!" she rolled her eyes, irritation seeping from her every pore.

The brief pause that followed made Marinette turn her head and when she looked back at the suspiciously quiet cat, her eyes flew open.

His face was set into a deep scowl, protective rage shining brightly in the green eyes and when he took a large step towards her, Marinette nearly stumbled from his imposing presence. His voice was heavy with emotion but didn't lose its bite from before. "I just want you to be safe!"

She stared up at him, her hands raised and just shy of touching him directly, bluebell eyes blinking slowly.

Chat Noir's face was still set in that intense glare, chest heaving from his outburst, until a hand settled gently on his cheek.

He blinked, all traces of anger gone and he instinctively leaned into her touch. "M-Marinette?"

His face looked so vulnerable, so open, green eyes glistening with emotions when her name left his lips in a whisper.

"I promise..." she took a breath, but smiled warmly up at him, the hand on his cheek caressing him softly. "...to try not to get into trouble as often. And I'll have you on speed dial, okay?"

The man sighed heavily, but nuzzled her hand, blond hair still falling slightly into his eyes. "You better not furget princess."

The teasing glint was back in his eyes and Marinette gently flicked his nose. "I won't you worrisome cat."

He shook his head, smiling down at her like a lovesick fool. "Kittens...."

Marinette rose an eyebrow curiously, giggling in amusement while she gently petted his cheek like a cat. "What?"

"Our kittens will be adorable with your looks princess..." the words leaving his lips were dreamy and mumbled, the same soft look in his eyes.

Then, as if awakening from his trance, Chat Noir sprung away from the blushing woman. "N-No, w-wait! It's not- I didn't- I mean I did, but- NO WAIT!"

He covered his mouth with his hand, face an alarming scarlet, tail haphazardly moving on the floor, and Marinette swore if she'd taken a second glance, she'd seen for sure his tail was formed into a heart.

Marinette's entire face was a tomato red, her mind racing with mental images.

Of Chat Noir

And her.

And their children.

Dressed in little black cat ears and wearing ladybug themed masks.

"Eep!" the undignified sound made Chat Noir jump and it took Marinette a split second to realize it hadn't been her that made that sound but him.

Chat Noir covered his face, before he desperately tried to talk over his rapidly pounding heart. "W-Wait, it's not what it sounds like! I was- I was talking about kittens, from- from the streets and- and! Um, adopting them!" he looked everywhere but at her but Marinette couldnt bring herself to look away from him, transformed into a blushing, stuttering mess.

"Y-Yes! Pff-preciously! I-I mean precisely! Kittens! From the streets! To uh, to adopt! Not like a family or anything or uh - just uh, individually! As-as friends! Platonic! Completely platonic! I mean, of course, if you want- not I'm not forcing you, never, I mean you're my princess and lady, I could never force you, no way! No, I-"

A finger suddenly planted itself on his lips and Chat Noir's eyes flew wide open at the action, pupils zeroing in on Marinette.

A very red faced Marinette, who had a determined look on her face, stared up at him just as she stared down their enemies when in her super suit as Ladybug. "I...I think kittens would....would be fine."

Both older teens stared at each-other in petrified silence, until Marinette spoke again, the pink shade on her face growing darker. "B-But our own k-kittens...w-with Ladybug masks and cat ears...I-in a n-non-platonic way..."

Silence.

Ice settled in her stomach and Marinette's mind worked into overdrive to try and come up with a believable excuse.

Maybe it had been a joke! Of course! Chat Noir was known to make jokes!

Marinette froze when she was pushed into a solid warmth, surrounded by equally solid, warm arms around her back and one cradling the back of her head tenderly.

She could feel Chat's frantic heartbeat slowly settle down the longer they were locked in their embrace and before Marinette could form a sentence, Chat already spoke.

His voice was so quiet, she strained to hear it properly. "You know princess, I think I prefer them wearing their mama's suit more, but whatever you say m'lady."

Marinette's heart skipped a beat and she buried her face against his chest, shoulders shaking from laughter.

That dork.

Of course he knew.

But she had a little secret of her own, one she won't reveal just yet.

She smiled, her own arms wrapping around him tightly.

He purred in response.

Marinette's smile widened. "Only if they wear their papa's brand from time to time."

Chat's heart picked up in speed again and Marinette laughed.

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