#my hands and feet had an orange hue for quite some time

[palioom]

Hellooo!! Just really wanted to say I absolutely love your fics they’re so good am always waiting for you to drop the next one 😩👌🏼

But just a suggestion!! I don’t know what it is but there’s something INCREDIBLY hot about a guy who really wants you to sit on his face 🥵 like he’s FERAL to give it to her and will go down for hours if he can and he will!! 😩👌🏼I don’t really have a specific situation in mind but I just need him to have a NEED to give the reader oral idk FKDKDKS

You can do whatever you want with this! Or don’t! Am grateful for anything 🥹

first of all I'm SO sorry with how long this took to upload! i LOVED the idea the second i saw it and I hope I could do your idea justice after such a long wait, I just didn't have the time for longer stuff with kinktober happening but thank you so much for giving me this idea!!

remedy against pain

summary: after being "gravely" injured, Oberyn knows exactly what would help him heal, and you are more than eager to give it to him.

pairing: oberyn martell x f!reader

word count: 4.9k

warnings: 18+ content; no use of y/n (but many, many nicknames); fluff & smut; oral (m & f receiving); multiple orgasms; overstimulation; squirting; face sitting; 69; one small slap on the ass

part of "the viper and the sun"

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When she was notified of Oberyn’s injury that sunny afternoon, she was worried at first. All sorts of grisly thoughts came into her head - thoughts of broken bones and bloody wounds. Another deep scar to worship later, once it had healed.

All she had been told was that he had been brought back to their shared bedchambers with an injured back and knee, sustained as he was practicing with their eldest daughter, Obara.

It was difficult to believed that a girl of eighteen years of age could injure her own father in such a grave manner that he had to stop and leave the training pits altogether.

But as the nurse who accompanied her talked more about his supposed suffering, she had to try and keep her oncoming laugh hidden. Coughing to stifle her laughter, the best rendition of worry etched onto her features when she heard of what truly ailed him.

A small, moderately deep cut on the knee and a large bruise on his back from when he fell after Obara had swiped him off his feet.

That old man.

Ever a penchant for the dramatics, the immediate notice of his quite severe injury an exaggeration like only he could procure. In grave danger to meet death, at least that was what he wished for her to believe.

Oberyn loved to exaggerate his ailments whenever she was around, keen to have his wonderful wife dote on and care for him like only she could. With her gentle hands and words, her tongue spinning the sweetest words to help him heal while he lamented about how much he had hurt himself.

She knew every time that things weren’t as bad as he made them out to be, at least not when she saw him. Before that, she would worry her head off, the most grim images in her head until she found out the truth. But she played along nonetheless, and sometimes she would even find it in herself to tease him.

“The Prince is in a lot of pain, my Princess.” The nurse informed her as they arrived at the huge double doors leading to their private chambers, seeming extremely worried. Oh, what a mean man Oberyn was sometimes, making everyone concerned for him all because he enjoyed the attention it gave him from his wife. “You ought to tread carefully.”

She chucked quietly, giving the woman in front of her a soothing smile.

“Thank you, I will make sure to treat my dear husband with utmost care.”

The nurse bowed her head before scurrying off again, leaving her to go inside their chambers.

Carefully she opened the huge doors, flanked by guards on the outside, stepping into the silence of the room. They had drawn some of the curtains so not too much light was flooding inside, dipping everything into hues of red and orange.

She could see him lying on the bed, a wet rag covering his eyes, propped up on some pillows behind him into a position halfway between sitting and lying down. Not looking too miserable, if she had to give an estimated guess from where she stood.

“Oh, my Viper.” She cooed as she came closer, watching how his entire demeanour shifted beneath her words. Suddenly he did look quite miserable, creases forming on his forehead and the corners of his mouth turning downward just slightly. Like their girls pretending to be sick so they would coddle them. She wasn’t quite sure if they learned from Oberyn or Oberyn from them. “My sweet, sweet Viper. Are you well?”

Sitting down on the side of the bed, right next to him, she took his warm, broad hand into hers, feeling the rough calluses on it. With the other, she reached up to remove the wet rag from his eyes.

“My lovely wife.” Oberyn groaned, looking back at her, blinking a few times to adjust to the sudden brightness that flooded his eyes. “My pain seems to ease in your presence, my Sun.”

She chuckled quietly, her thumb brushing over his knuckles while her other hand brushed back his dark, slightly damp hair, then trailed down his face to cup his cheek. Always with a slightly concerned look on her face, but he could see the small twinkle in her eyes.

Oberyn knew it would be hard to fool his clever wife, but he could still try.

“I am glad it does, my love.” She said, smiling at him as he put on the sickest expression he could. Of course he was in some pain, but Gods, how he exaggerated. “Does it hurt much, my fierce Viper?”

The phantom of a smile graced his features for just a moment, vanishing just as quickly as it had appeared.

Nevertheless, she caught it.

“Quite so, my Sun.” He answered, his piercing eyes holding her gaze, and for just the briefest moment, she believed the pain he was in. He made her believe, knowing her heart was too soft for him to truly doubt him. “The pain is nearly unbearable, if it wasn’t for you by my side, I would certainly perish.”

She leaned closer to him, placing a soft kiss onto his lips, light as a feather as he was obviously quite weak. Warm and a little chapped against hers, the bristles of his beard tickling her skin.

His lips chased hers as she drew back, having to stop himself from chasing after them further.

He was in pain, his back certainly did hurt, but not to the degree Oberyn made it out to be. 

“What would make you feel better, my sweet husband?” She cooed, sitting back up again. Still stroking his cheek and her pout bordering on mock concern.

His dark eyes truly began to sparkle at her question, his fingers flexing against hers. 

Oh, there were many different ideas he had about what would truly help him.

But there was one idea in particular that would ensure a speedy recovery.

“The taste of your sweet cunt, my love.” Oberyn said after a beat of silence, a small smirk on his lips. “Nothing would heal me more efficiently than that. Nothing.”

She remained quiet for a moment, her pout giving way to a smile.

“Oh, my love. You are too injured for that.” She tried to imagine him wanting to keep up the facade of being terribly hurt, but also wanting to roll onto his stomach and delve his tongue deep inside of her. As much as she liked the idea, she was more interested in seeing how Oberyn would like to go about this. “I wouldn’t want you to risk your back by helping you onto your stomach.”

His fingers tightened more around hers, a fiery desire settling inside of his eyes. Desire and lust and a need, pushing away all the traces of him being too hurt.

“And you certainly cannot kneel with your gravely injured knee.”

Clever thing.

He needed her cunt against his mouth, had been craving the embrace of her thighs around his head ever since he had woken in the morning. While she had laid beside him in bed, sunken in a peaceful slumber, her magnificent features traced by the rising sun.

But he had decided to wait until tonight, for she had slept so peacefully that he hadn’t wanted to disturb her. And the wait would have made things so much sweeter in his mind.

Imagining her taste so much that he swore he did eventually taste it.

Maybe that had been why Obara had knocked him over so effectively in the end.

“Straddle my face, my love.” He said, already moving to pull a few pillows from beneath his head and throwing them to the side, making it easier for her to position herself. “Please, my Sun. Don’t deny your husband the pleasure of suffocating between your wonderful thighs while drinking from you. Not while he is gravely injured.”

Gravely injured.

Her smile widened at his words, pulling his hand against her lips once more and kissing each of his knuckles. Slowly, deliberately. Never looking away from his eyes.

Oh, how dramatic he was. How could she deny him?

“Is that truly what would make you better, my Viper?” She asked, feeling the familiar heat pool in her stomach, the tingling on her skin and in her spine, wanting him but not wanting to cause him further injury. They both could get quite passionate, after all. “Are you certain?”

Oberyn chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. If his back wasn’t hurting as much as it was, he simply would have lifted her on top of him, unable to wait any longer to have her.

“There is no better medicine than the cunt of a woman.” He replied, removing yet another pillow and reclining. Noticing how she almost gave into rolling her eyes at him. “Nothing better than the cunt of my sweet wife who is keeping me waiting, hurting.”

She removed her shoes before climbing onto the bed with a giggle, lifting her skirts as she straddled his chest and moved closer to where he needed her. Watching how his eyes sparkled with mischief, darting between her face and the apex of her thighs.

Oberyn found her movingly too slowly, his rough hands grabbing at her thighs and ass, pushing her along faster as a pained groan left him. Looking up at her, he found her looking back down at him with a raised brow, but he simply grinned, her knees finally on either side of his head, but she was still sitting on his chest.

“Oberyn.” She warned, not wanting him to be in more pain because of how eager he was. Her husband would break his neck if it meant he could fuck her somehow. 

He simply chose to ignore her, coaxing her with his hands on her ass, his thick fingers digging into the silk of her dress.

“Come here, my Sun.” His voice was dark and smooth, desperate almost. So close to what he wanted, if only she moved. “Let me have you, I need your sweet cunt on my tongue, your sweet juices.”

She giggled, letting him guide her over his face, lifting her skirts again as she hovered over him. He looked ravenous and she could feel his hot breath against her folds, his nails forming faint crescent marks on her skin.

Oberyn didn’t even wait, simply pulling her down onto him, groaning at the surprised noise that left her; half moan half gasp. Expertly licking a stripe through her folds, his tongue found her clit and toyed with it. Flicking against it before he sucked it into his mouth with another groan, her hips bucking into him as she grabbed the headboard for purchase.

“Oh, Oberyn.” She moaned, grinding into him, one of her hands tangling into his hair and tugging on it. The vibrations of his noises travelled up her spine, shivers breaking out over her skin. Eyes closed and her head thrown back. “Gods, yes!”

While he started out slow at first, he quickly picked up speed, eating her like a man starved as his tongue sweeped lower, fucking into her quivering hole, his nose bumping against her clit over and over. 

Like he had been denied this for centuries.

“You taste fucking delectable.” He groaned against her, one of his hands leaving her hips and moving up to grope at her breast. Ignoring how his back hurt, just needing her and her sweet noises as she pressed herself down harder onto his face. Just how he wanted it. “Exactly what I needed, my Sun.”

His fingers pinched her hardened nipple, making her whine and stutter in her movements for a second, her own tugging on his dark hair harder. 

This truly was his heaven, his wife’s weight on top of him, her body freely grinding against his tongue while he took whatever he could get, lapping at her as if his life depended on it. As if her juices were the only remedy against his pain, a concoction no one else could prepare but her.

Suffocating between her warm thighs, her wonderful sounds muffled by them but still loud enough for him to hear.

He would have to make a habit out of this whenever he was sick.

But he needed her release above all, feeling how she pulsed around his tongue, how her movements became more erratic, leading him to double his efforts. He came back to focus on her clit, slowly becoming aware of how hard he was beneath the covers, just from devouring her like this.

“Please, my Viper.” She moaned, the words hitching on her breath as she looked back down at him, so close to reaching her peak. He looked gorgeous in the red and orange lights. “Oh, how grateful I am it wasn’t your talented tongue which was injured.”

He smirked, lightly grazing his teeth over her clit before sucking it between his lips once more, swiftly feeling her reach her peak right after.

Trembling on top of him as she fell into herself slightly, she still moved her hips against his face as his tongue eagerly lapped up her release. His name tumbled from her lips like a prayer, over and over as his fingers dug into her ass, keeping her close to him even as the pleasure started to border on pain.

And she knew, as he didn’t stop and simply kept going, that he hadn’t had enough of his remedy yet. Still needed more to sate himself, to heal. Circling her clit, fucking into her sensitive hole, all while he began to writhe underneath her.

Oberyn loved the shift in her sounds, more on the side of painful pleasure which he knew she loved, her senses heightened and burning a path of desire inside of her as he kept going. Taking what he needed from her, trying to keep his hips still as a sharp pain shot up his back each time they rutted up into nothing, against the thin covers which provided little relief.

She took a glance over her shoulder, her hips stopping just for a moment as she saw his cock straining against the covers. Thick and hard, all from him burying his face inside her cunt, aching to be touched.

Wondering if he would end up begging for her touch, knowing he derived just as much pleasure from eating her cunt like he would with his cock inside of it. That’s what made him so wonderful, being able to give and receive pleasure just from that alone.

Choosing to ignore it and see if he actually would end up begging her, she bit her lip and turned back around, his tongue swiftly working her up again, pain and pleasure bleeding together into one. A steady buzz that had her nerves aflame and her mind swimming, torn between shying away from and pressing herself down harder onto his eager and warm tongue.

He hurled her into her next orgasm, her juices trickling down his chin and neck while he hummed into her. His own sounds bordered on pain, making her concerned amidst the haze surrounding her like a thick fog, but she knew fully well that he knew his limits.

Hopefully.

Oberyn needed her desperately, the pain in his back almost forgotten in the nagging presence of his aching cock, the friction against the thin sheets doing nothing for him. Wanting to lap at her sweet, swollen cunt but also needing her on him somehow, engulfing him.

Her hands, her mouth, her tits - he would take anything as long as it meant he could keep his face buried between her warm thighs.

Reluctantly he pushed her away from his mouth just briefly, latching onto the soft, scarred inside of her thigh. Her tiger’s stripes as he called them affectionately, from carrying his children and the weight gain that came along with that.

“My Sun.” He groaned, tanned fingers digging into her skin and his eyes closing briefly as he dug his teeth into her thigh, humming. Feeling like he was getting drunk just from her, or going crazy. Maybe even both. “Gods, I need you.”

A giggle left her through the haze in her mind, catching her breath in the brief moment of respite. She loved when he got so drunk on her that he couldn’t let his lips rest even for just a second.

“You have me, Oberyn.” She whispered, flames still licking at her insides, her blood boiling hot. Acting as though she didn’t know about the painful erection hiding beneath the covers. “I would think you have me, your tongue was deep in my cunt just moments ago.”

Oberyn groaned again, more kisses and licks and bites bestowing the inside of her thighs in a frenzy. His wife could be such a mean woman sometimes, teasing him, making him wait.

Maybe this was his punishment for acting sicker than he was.

“My cock demands your attention, my Sun.” He rasped, his eyes piercing and full of lust. His hips rutted upwards as if to emphasize his point, a deep grunt following the movement. One of pain, and it made her wonder whether she should be doing this with him in the first place. “My sweet, please. I need to find relief in you.”

Hearing him plead her to pleasure him only fanned the flames inside of her, a whine escaping her lips as her own hips bucked up. She didn’t want to keep him waiting, but just how desperate could Oberyn become?

“But you need my cunt, my Prince.” She said, brushing his hair back without a care in the world. Like she wasn’t burning up from the inside and like he wasn’t aching for her. “How will you heal if you engulf your cock inside of it? What other remedy do we have that is better than my cunt?”

Oberyn licked his lips, regretting that he had taught her to be so naughty.

“My Sun, don’t tease your bruised and sick husband like this.” He admonished, attempting to move her, but the sharp pain in his back swiftly reminded him that he shouldn’t. And he really did not want to miss her wet heat just yet, needing more of her. “I will take anything you can give me, as long as you do. Please, my darling.”

She giggled and Oberyn immediately knew that she was playing with him. Making a twisted little game out of his injury.

He would have to punish her once he was healed enough.

“Does your cock need me so desperately, my Viper?” She asked, laughing breathlessly. “I don’t wish to break my sweet husband in half, you are so gravely injured already.”

The sound that rumbled in his chest was akin to a growl, his patience for her games wearing thin as his dick throbbed with need in between his legs. Aching and desperate for her touch.

“My sweet, please.” He whined, his eyebrows knitting together as he looked up at her. Begging her with his eyes, so full of lust and hurt and desperation that she melted underneath them. “Turn around and let me feel the divinity of your mouth and tongue, my Sun. Help me heal, my Princess.”

She smirked, swiftly moving off of his face before turning around and straddling it again, feeling his strong hands grip her thighs as she leaned down. 

Biting her lip as she slowly peeled back the thin, orange fabric of the covers, she let her fingers wander over his hot, tanned skin dipped in orange hues. Feeling his muscles twitch beneath it, teasingly slow as he groaned into her middle, tongue already back on her.

“Don’t tease your husband, my dear.” He whined, digging his fingers into her skin harder in an attempt to make her move faster. “The punishment for this crime is severe.”

It did nothing to stop her teasing, only moaning when his teeth nipped at her folds, her fingers finally uncovering him. Erect and red and angry, the head weeping for her and throbbing as she ran a finger along the length of it with a featherlight touch.

Tracing the thick veins, his hips squirming and his moans muffled by her, she couldn’t help the small laugh that left her. Only keeping him waiting a little longer, she finally granted him his wish, kissing the head of his cock and tasting the saltiness of the pre-cum.

“Oh, Gods.” She heard him groan behind her before his tongue dove into her, eliciting a high pitched moan from her when the pleasurable pain returned. “You gorgeous thing, my Sun.”

Just as eager as he was at the beginning, lapping at her like a man starved, home from long travels through the desert. His hands keeping her squirming hips in place.

She slowly let spit dribble down his cock, wrapping her fingers around it before she pressed her lips against the head over and over, her tongue teasing the sensitive skin with tiny licks before finally flattening against it.

When she finally wrapped her lips around him, he bucked up into her mouth, a whine sounding from between her thighs. Immediate relief spread through him but he needed more, both on his tongue as well as his cock, her head bobbing up and down. Her thighs began to tremble, the slick sounds of her cunt as well as her mouth on him pushing her closer to the edge as she took him deeper.

Her hand wandered to his balls, heavy and warm as she fondled them, just how Oberyn liked it. Taking him deeper still, hitting the back of her throat and feeling another groan against her middle, travelling up her spine.

So damn close, forgetting to move for a moment as she concentrated on the fiery sensation that threatened to set her body ablaze again, closing her eyes and whimpering around him.  The tightness of her throat only spurred him on, her weight on top of him as he finally hurled her over the edge, her sounds coming out as delicious vibrations around his cock.

Yet not stopping, giving her ass a soft smack to spur her back into moving, kneading the soft flesh.

She moved in earnest now, letting him slip down her throat and stilling for a few moments before simply teasing the dark head, kissing and licking at it with vulgar wet sounds.

How she wished to look at him right now, see his dark, piercing eyes glazed over with lust and need and watch him watch her devour his thick cock. Her cunt pulsed at the thought, his talented tongue keeping her nerves aflame, the pain it elicited only helping in hurling her closer to yet another orgasm.

“One more, my sweet.” He groaned, so close himself as her mouth worked over his sensitive cock. “One more for me, let me heal myself through you.”

A sharp whine left her, hips bucking against his face.

“One more for you.” She breathed out, her fingers wrapping around the shaft again and suckling at the head. Delirious and repeating what he had said. “One more, Oberyn- Please-”

She was unsure if she needed him more than he needed her right now, still in awe of how long he could stave off on his peak despite how sensitive and worked up he was.

When the telltale twitching of his cock set in, her tongue continuously flicking over the slit, she felt him focus on her clit, closing his lips around it and sucking hard. Just needing to swallow down more of her.

“Oberyn-” She moaned, dragging out his name as she spilled all over his face, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, trembling on top of him.

It triggered his own peak, groaning into her while he finally felt that sweet release wash over him, dulled by the sharp pain shooting up his spine. Still, nothing could ruin this, no pain would ruin the feeling of his wife’s cum all over his face while his own cock twitched and pulsed furiously.

Some of the white ropes laid across her cheek before she wrapped her lips around him once more with a groan and swallowed the rest eagerly. The salty taste spreading over her tongue, fully Oberyn.

Her mind swimming at the sensation and her body boneless.

They remained like this for several moments, his tongue tenderly licking at her once the waves had stopped, noticing the subtle twitch from just how often he had brought her to a peak. Her cheek rested on his muscular, thick thigh, still tracing the veins on his softening cock before clumsily rolling off of him and onto her back.

A breathless laugh left her, taking a moment to close her eyes and take in the warm feeling that simmered in her body, her hand finding his, their fingers intertwining.

A soothing gesture, grounding her in reality as she felt like floating in water.

Oberyn sat up slightly, wincing quietly as he took in her face, some of his cum still on her cheek, red and orange dancing across her skin from the curtains and he couldn’t help but smile. More than satisfied with what just happened.

Never would he tire from seeing his wife covered with his cum, the only sight better than this being when it trickled out of her swollen cunt.

“Thank you, my Sun.” He said, his thumb brushing over her fingers soothingly. Almost forgetting about his injuries as he laid here with her. “The copious amounts of medicine you provided me with are already showing their effect.”

She laughed at that, and the sound only helped to mend his bruised body, watching her open her eyes and sit up. Stopping to take in his wet face, the now tired but satisfied eyes along with the smallest curl of his lips.

The sight was something she would never tire of, her core still throbbing. So handsome, with the lines on his face which began to form, the first few silver streaks in his hair and beard.

“I am glad I was of help, my Viper.” She giggled, raising her unoccupied hand to swipe his cum off of her face before sucking it off her finger. “I generously received a little bit of my own medicine. Though, my aches only began after ingesting it.”

Oberyn laughed, loud and hearty as he pointed for her to lay down next to him. Needing to feel her body, though he wished he could bury his face in between her thighs for just a little longer, slower this time and not rushing things.

She shuffled around, bending down to kiss him languidly and tasting herself on his tongue. Then finally laying next to him just how he wanted, pulling the covers over them.

“I think in your case, my sweet,” he began, wrapping his arm around her and ignoring the pain that came with it. Kissing her forehead and just keeping her close. “It is simply that you are ageing.”

A playfully shocked gasp left her, hitting his chest with a quick swat and laughing at the exaggerated grunt he let out. Pretending as though he had been struck by something much worse than his beloved wife’s hand.

“How dare you treat your husband, your Prince, like such when he is in terrible, terrible agony?” Oberyn asked with a laugh, wishing he could crush her against him. “Do you not wish for me to be well, my love?”

She nuzzled against his neck with a giggle, peppering his jaw with kisses as she inhaled his scent. Still smelling like the training pits, earthy and sweaty.

“I wish for my husband to stop the dramatics.” This sweet banter had always been her favourite, laughing and jesting with him like no other. “Become the feared Red Viper everyone knows instead of letting your daughter of eighteen years of age knock you off your feet.”

The grip on her hip tightened and she giggled more when she realized that he could certainly not do as he pleased with her just now. Secretly she loved the dramatics, always worried about him but unable to stop her loud mouth and her teasing.

“Oh, sweet wife…” Oberyn sighed, looking at her. What a funny thing she was, too swift with her dangerous tongue. “Once your mortally wounded husband is healed, there will be a punishment in order.”

He paused for a moment, squeezing her hip harder, delighting in the warm flesh in the palm of his hand.

“A punishment and an apology. Perhaps both could be the same.”

She became excited at the plethora of things he could do, though she was quite certain about what he meant, her clit throbbing in anticipation.

“First you should heal, my love.” She said, entirely genuine, pushing her dirty thoughts aside as her hand brushed over his stomach. Warm and soft, tender and the most perfect place to rest her head on usually. “Please rest, let the medicine I gave you work its wonders.”

He kissed her forehead again, allowing his lips to linger there as he closed his eyes and breathed her in. The scent of oranges filling him, his body melting in her presence.

Surely, there was no sweeter remedy than his wife and her delicious cunt, the sweet relief he found in between her thighs.

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[voidpetrova]

hard to get — kai parker x reader

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content warnings and genre: swearing, alcohol consumption, clichés — drama

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synopsis: you were the girl next door, he was the devil's advocate. you liked your russian literature, he liked his women—all of them, in fact.

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the parties took place on the front lawn of 4347, mystic falls, every sunday afternoon. despite the supernatural secrets lurked around every corner, it never got in the way of the little girls of your quiet neighborhood. lizzie saltzman wpuld bring the tea set, which was appropriate, since she was the hostess. hope mikaelson provided formal attire from her deceased mother's closet. and josie saltzman invited the additional guests—stuffed animals for each of the girls—some of whom hadn't been to a party in years. of course, it never occurred to the three young girls, that while they were busy playing out their fantasy, one of the older girls in the neighborhood was engaging in a fantasy of her own.

your were the walking cliché embodiment of the good girl next door – quick-witted, kind-hearted, and always ready with a sharp retort. your life had a predictable rhythm until the day you crossed paths with a neanderthal. up until that point, you had a thing going on. you were there, every morning, a book in one hand with a coffee cup in the other, basking in what the day had in store for you on your front porch.

kai, who was an enigmatic playboy with a smirk that could melt hearts and a reputation for leaving a trail of broken promises, set his sights on you the moment he saw you with bonnie bennett. he sauntered over, confidence radiating from every step, and leaned against your picket fence. “hey there, gorgeous,” he purred, blue eyes dancing with mischief. “mind if i join your afternoon?”

you barely glanced up from your book, arching an eyebrow. “is this the part where i'm supposed to swoon and hand you my heart?” your tone dripped with sarcasm as you turned the page, ignoring his presence.

kai chuckled, undeterred. “i like a challenge,” he replied, flashing his signature grin. “so, what's a smart and stunning girl like you doing with a book like that?”

“reading it and wondering how many times i've heard that line,” you shot back, your lips quirking into an amused smile.

undaunted, kai persisted. day after day, he found new ways to engage with you in conversation, each attempt met with a witty retort. it became a dance of words and glances, a tantalizing game you played on the quiet streets of mystic falls.

“i have a feeling you're just waiting for me to sweep you off your feet,” kai teased one afternoon, leaning on the hood of his car as you walked by.

you chuckled, raising an eyebrow. “and i have a feeling you're mistaking me for someone who would willingly fall for that.”

as the weeks went by, kai's relentless pursuit of you showed no sign of slowing. he became a fixture in your life, a presence that simultaneously annoyed and intrigued you. you debated, exchanged barbs, and even shared moments of genuine laughter, all while kai's intentions remained clear.

“when are you gonna stop playing hard to get, sunshine?”

“depends, when are you gonna stop being hard to want?”

but then something shifted. beneath the playful banter and sarcastic jabs, a connection began to form. in between your arguments, you would noticed the way kai's eyes softened when he thought you weren't looking, how he listened intently when you spoke about your passions, and the times when his laughter seemed unguarded and genuine.

one evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, you found yourself seated on your porch swing, just like every other night, lost in thought. kai appeared beside you, surprisingly subdued. “you know, i've never met anyone quite like you,” he admitted, his voice carrying a note of sincerity.

you turned to him, your gaze steady. “is that your way of saying i'm a challenge you can't resist?”

kai's lips curled into a half-smile. “maybe it's my way of saying i'm not sure i want to resist.”

your heart skipped a beat, a mixture of emotions swirling within you. you opened your mouth to respond, but before you could find the words, kai leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was both unexpected and electrifying. in that moment, time seemed to stand still as your connection deepened.

pulling away, kai looked at you with a mixture of uncertainty and hope. “i've wanted to do that for a while,” he confessed, his bravado replaced by vulnerability.

your couldn't help but smile, your walls slowly crumbling, but the hesitation never making a full departure. “of course, it's just a few steps away from sleeping with me, isn't it?” the smile on kai's face slowly faltered, even all the while he knew you were joking, your words couldn't help but sting.

your banter had evolved into something deeper, something that left you both breathless and eager for more. as you continued to explore your feelings, you soon discovered that beneath kai's playboy facade, was a man capable of genuine emotion, while kai found in you a kindred spirit who challenged him in ways he had never experienced before.

“you know,” he began, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he began to wander, as if he was nervous to tell you something. “i haven't slept with anybody since we kissed.” you scoffed, but you couldn't ignore the way his words made you feel. it was what he was known for, yet he was straying away from it just for you.

you raised an eyebrow, giving him a skeptical look. “i should be checking for signs of the apocalypse. the world must be ending if kai parker, the master of fleeting romances, is suddenly turning into a monk.”

he let out a soft laugh, the sound surprisingly genuine. “okay, maybe monk is a bit extreme, but let’s just say i’ve found myself more intrigued by a certain someone’s company than just a quick roll in the hay.”

you feigned surprise, placing a hand on your chest dramatically. “kai parker? interested in more than just a casual fling? this must be a parallel universe or something.”

he shot you a playful glare. “hey, i'm not saying i'm proposing here. just—noticing that maybe there’s more to life than moving from one hookup to another.”

you tilted your head, giving him a thoughtful look. “so, what? you’re saying you’re looking for something real?”

he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “i didn’t say that exactly. i'm just saying that being around you— it’s different. and yeah, maybe i'm curious to see where different could lead.”

a mix of emotions swirled within you. you had spent so long building up your defenses against his advances, and now he was dropping his playboy facade? the irony wasn’t lost on you.

“different,” you echoed, your voice softer than before. “you do realize that ‘different’ for you is still probably light years away from what most people consider normal, right?”

kai smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “who needs normal when you’ve got interesting?”

you couldn’t help but chuckle, his words catching you off guard. “interesting, huh? is that your way of saying i’m a puzzle you’re trying to solve?”

he leaned in, his tone teasing. “nah, puzzles are too much work. more like a mystery i want to unravel, one piece at a time.”

you rolled your eyes, but the corner of your mouth tugged into a smile. “you are ridiculous, kai parker.”

he chuckled softly, the smile lingering on his lips as he looked at you. “and you like it.”

before you could offer a sarcastic retort, he closed the distance between you, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was surprisingly tender. it was a kiss that held the weight of unspoken emotions, a silent promise of something more.

as he pulled away, he met your gaze with a newfound seriousness. “i just wanted you to know that I’m not playing games here.”

your heart raced as you looked into his eyes, seeing a sincerity that was both unexpected and strangely comforting. “and i just want you to know that i’m not the kind of girl who falls for pretty words and empty promises.”

his fingers brushed against your cheek, his touch gentle. “i wouldn’t want you to be.”

there was a moment of shared understanding between you, a silent agreement that while the journey might not be easy, it was one worth exploring. and as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the two of you, you realized that maybe, just maybe, God had something beautiful in store for you.

but just as your relationship was blossoming, a rumor swept through mystic falls, threatening to tear them apart. it was said that kai had been with another girl, a betrayal that shattered your trust and left you heartbroken.

unbeknownst to you, the rumor was nothing but a cruel lie. kai had remained steadfastly devoted, his feelings for you growing stronger by the day. he had never been with anyone else, consumed by thoughts of you as he gave himself a few days off, attempting to surprise you with days' worth of planning dinner reservations.

as days turned into nights, you found yourself growing more perplexed by kai's absence. the rumor that he had slept with someone else gnawed at you, fueling a mix of disappointment and betrayal. the possibility of a genuine connection seemed to crumble beneath the weight of the gossip, and your heart ached for what you thought had been lost.

seeking solace in a familiar friend, you found bonnie's comforting presence. she listened patiently as you poured out your heart, sharing your confusion and the sinking feeling that the connection you had felt with kai might have been a mere illusion.

“i just can't believe he'd do this,” you lamented, your voice tinged with sadness. “after all the time we spent together, the conversations, the moments.”

bonnie placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “i know how much you've been through already. it's okay to feel hurt. but remember, rumors aren't always true. maybe there's more to the story than you know.”

still, the pain lingered, and in an attempt to take your mind off things, bonnie suggested a night out at a club. she wanted you to let loose and forget your worries, even if just for a little while. she knew you were a gorgeous girl and, despite not treating sex like a playtoy, you had a few tricks up your sleeve. you knew just the way to curl your hair, you knew just the dress to put on to get everybody's attention—just the perfume to wear to turn heads, and just the makeup to put on to capture as many compliments as you knew how.

the club was alive with pulsating music and vibrant lights as you and bonnie danced your cares away. in the midst of the throbbing crowd, you found solace in the music's rhythm, allowing it to drown out the doubts and uncertainties that had been plaguing your mind. as the vibrant lights of the club danced around you, the beat of the music pulsed through your veins. her idea to let loose was working, and the worries that had been consuming your mind were beginning to fade. you swayed to the rhythm, feeling the music's energy wrap around you like a warm embrace.

bonnie leaned in close, shouting over the music. “you look stunning tonight!”

you laughed, the sound lost in the cacophony of the club. it was liberating to let your guard down and simply enjoy the moment. as you and bonnie chatted, the conversation turned unexpectedly towards your feelings for kai. it was a subject you hadn't discussed openly with anyone before, but the club's pulsating atmosphere seemed to encourage honesty.

“okay, fine,” you admitted, a blush rising to your cheeks. “maybe i've started to feel differently about him. but with all these rumors going around, i don't even know what to think anymore.”

her eyes glinted mischievously. “well, if you ask me, rumors are just noise. i told you once and i'll tell you again—you should follow your heart and see where it leads.”

before you could respond, a deep voice interjected, sending a shiver down your spine. “wise words, indeed.”

you turned to see klaus mikaelson, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that made your heart race. his presence was magnetic, his charm a force to be reckoned with. the combination of the club's energy and his undeniable allure created a heady mix of emotions.

“klaus,” you greeted, trying to maintain your composure despite the butterflies that had taken up residence in your stomach. “didn't expect to see you here.”

he offered you a smoldering smile, his eyes never leaving yours. “life is full of surprises, my dear,” he smiled, and you couldn't help but follow his footstepw away from the dance floor. “can i buy you a drink?” normally, you wouldn't have accepted, but tonight was about letting loose. you nodded your head, earning a smile from him.

as hw engaged you in conversation, his words laced with innuendo and flirtatious undertones, you found yourself both flattered and slightly uncomfortable. his attention was like a spotlight on you, and though you were no stranger to attention, there was something different about the way klaus looked at you.

his words were magnetic, drawing you in with their subtle promises and unspoken desires. you laughed at his jokes, allowing yourself to be swept up in the whirlwind of the night. it was both exhilarating and overwhelming, a whirlwind encounter you hadn't anticipated.

amid the laughter and exchanged glances, you couldn't help but notice a shift in the atmosphere. people around you were suddenly casting curious glances towards the entrance, and your heart skipped a beat when you followed their gaze.

there he was, kai parker, standing at the entrance of the club. his piercing blue eyes were fixed on you, and a whirlwind of emotions crossed his face – surprise, disbelief, and something else you couldn't quite identify.

as if drawn by an invisible force, your gaze locked onto his. time seemed to slow as the space between you and him was filled with unspoken tension. it was as if the world had fallen away, leaving just the two of you in an electric bubble of awareness.

bonnie nudged you playfully, breaking the spell. “seems like someone's here to join the party.”

you tore your gaze away from kai, the intensity of the moment leaving your heart racing. your cheeks were flushed, a mix of emotions swirling within you. as you turned back to klaus, his expression held a knowing glint.

“ah, young love,” he mused, his tone suggestive.

you shot him a look, half-amused and half-embarrassed. “it's not like that.”

he chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “isn't it, now?”

but as klaus's attention remained on you, kai approached with determined steps, his eyes locked onto yours. the atmosphere around you shifted once again, this time with a palpable sense of tension and uncertainty.

his arrival had disrupted the easy dynamic you had shared with klaus, leaving you in a whirlwind of emotions you struggled to understand. the club's vibrant energy seemed to mirror the storm of feelings raging within you, and you knew that the moment kai reached you, everything was about to change. as he closed the distance between you, the anticipation was almost suffocating. jis eyes bore into yours, a mixture of emotions swirling within them – surprise, confusion, and something else that sent a shiver down your spine.

“hey,” he said, his voice softer than you had expected. it was as if the whirlwind of the club's atmosphere had transformed into a bubble that contained just the two of you.

“hey,” you replied, your own voice catching slightly. his presence was overwhelming, and you felt a mix of nerves and a strange fluttering in your chest.

kai's gaze lingered on you for a moment longer before he turned to bonnie, his tone casual. “mind if i borrow her for a minute?”

bonnie glanced between the two of you, a knowing smile tugging at her lips. “of course not. i'll be right here.”

as you followed kai away from the club, the silence was heavy with unspoken tension. the music seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the sound of your heart pounding in your ears.

“i heard there was a rumor going around,” he began, his voice a mixture of curiosity and something you couldn't quite decipher.

you sighed, your gaze dropping to the floor for a moment. “yeah, about you and someone else.”

he let out a frustrated huff, running a hand through his hair. "i knew these rumors would start eventually, but i didn't think they'd mess with your head like this."

you looked up, meeting his gaze. “kai, i thought—”

he reached out, gently lifting your chin with his finger. his touch was electric, and his eyes held a sincerity that took you by surprise. “you thought i was different. and i am, (y/n). i haven't been with anyone else since that night we kissed.”

your heart skipped a beat, his words resonating deeply within you. “how do i know you're telling the truth?”

kai's expression softened, his fingers brushing against your cheek. “you can trust me, (y/n). i know i've made mistakes in the past, but this... what we have, it's real.”

your breath caught in your throat as his words washed over you. there was vulnerability in his gaze, a side of kai you hadn't seen before. the emotions that had been swirling within you since you met him were suddenly overwhelming, and you felt a lump forming in your throat.

kai's thumb brushed against your lips, his gaze locked onto yours. “can i prove it to you?”

before you could respond, his lips met yours in a kiss that was both gentle and intense. it was a kiss that held all the unspoken emotions between you – the doubts, the longing, and the newfound realization that maybe, just maybe, you had both been wrong about each other.

as the kiss deepened, the world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you lost in the moment. the whispers of the club's music echoed in the background, a haunting melody to the story unfolding between you and kai.

and just when you thought nothing else could possibly matter, a new voice cut through the haze. “am i interrupting something?”

you pulled away from kai, turning to see klaus leaning casually against a nearby pillar, a smirk playing on his lips. the mischievous glint in his eyes told you that he had been watching, his presence a reminder that the supernatural world had a way of turning even the most intimate moments into a spectacle.

kai shot him a glare, his arm protectively wrapped around your waist. “actually, you are.”

klaus chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender. “my apologies, young lovers. i'll leave you to it.”

as klaus walked away, a mix of embarrassment and amusement flooded your cheeks. kai's fingers squeezed your waist, and you looked up at him, the tension from moments ago replaced by a newfound warmth.

“you know,” he said, his voice a playful whisper, “i think i'm okay with people knowing we're not just friends.”

you smiled, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. as you looked into his eyes, you realized that sometimes rumors were just that – empty words that held no power over the truth.

“me too,” you replied, your voice filled with a newfound confidence.

and as you leaned in for another kiss, the club's vibrant energy seemed to swell around you, a backdrop to the unexpected twist in your story. with kai by your side and the promise of a real connection between you, the night held endless possibilities, and you were ready to embrace every one of them.

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[imaginethezeldaverse]

BOTW!Yunobo x Reader (NSFW)

I wrote this a few years ago, but I wanted to revamp it because I fully have the intention to write for his TOTK characterization as well (it’s already in the drafts in fact!). It’s truly disheartening to see how little content there is of Yunobo. I’m dying for scraps here! So I decided that this needed to be rewritten and reposted because my big strong rock bae deserves some love.  And also I so desperately want him oops. I cannot be normal about him, I can’t even begin to explain. Reader is female, just an FYI.  ---

You giggled at the tickle of grass beneath your feet, your boyfriend only slightly behind - a soft smile on his face. Your sundress flowed gracefully behind you as you walked the trail together. It wasn’t long before you carefully picked your spot and settled the soft blue blanket beneath you both, your basket placed neatly in the center. The plan for your afternoon was already in tow: lunch in Akkala with your Goron beau, Yunobo. For yourself, you’d made your favorite dish: mushroom risotto and freshly made lemonade. Your significant other however required a bit of a different diet. You neatly unpacked your meal, followed by using a steady amount of effort to take out his: a rock roast sirloin. It was carefully wrapped in thickened steel to keep it warm (and to keep you from burning yourself), but that made it extremely heavy. You struggled at first to remove the “meat” from your basket, but strong hands curled around yours and lifted the thing with ease onto the blanket. 

A grateful smile was sent his way, “Thank you, Yuno.” 

Yunobo’s finger scratched shyly at his brow, “Oh, s-sure! No problem! I know rock roasts can be heavy sometimes...”

You undid the latch of the steel that held his food, “Well aren’t I lucky to have someone as big and strong as you then?” He blushed at that,  a reaction that made your heart flutter. You gestured for him to eat, taking into your own hands a fork for your meal. Yunobo wasted no time snatching the rock roast from its carrier and cracking right through the crunchy exterior of it. It took time to get used to that sound -  no human could ever dream of biting into the culinary slab, but you came to find Gorons had teeth stronger than diamonds. 

“Mmm-MM!” hummed Yunobo, pleased by the taste, “Nothing beats a good sirloin!” 

As the two of you ate, you took in the vibrant colors that Akkala had to offer. Normally it was always quite colorful with its warm tinted leaves, but this time of the season added even more hue to its palette: soft greens, blues, and shades of red and orange not typical for the region. The warmth of the scenery complimented that of your food, which surprisingly you both consumed in a short time. Cleaning up was thankfully a shorter task however, and in no time you were both lying back, watching the clouds drift by. 

“That one looks like an Octorok, doesn’t it?” Yunobo said, pointing straight forward. You had to agree, from the curved head to the pointed tip of its tentacle. Another giggle escaped you when he celebrated your agreement - he was so cute. You couldn’t help but stare at him as he started on a story about a horde of Octoroks he’d fought near his home. For the rigidity that Gorons usually held, Yunobo was quite soft in his features. His cheeks held a roundness that you felt matched his personality - optimistic, shy, but good in nature. However…he was still a Goron, and though his face looked gentle enough to squish, the rest of his body was quite the opposite. Large hands calloused by years of working in the mines, accompanied by the strong musculature of his arms and torso. His belly may look round much like his ancestors’, but even you weren’t fooled, that was solid, hardened muscle. You felt it as he easily picked you up when he hugged you. Things like lifting trees, crushing metals, and powering through magma were mindlessly simple tasks for him...a detail you almost forgot. Your eyes sauntered over the rippling muscle of his arms and shoulders, and soon you became very hyper aware of how they moved and flexed when the waves of his hands accompanied his story. You wondered how they’d move when you touched him, or how easy it would be for him to hold you up, pinned against the wall - 

Suddenly you felt your face burn. You couldn’t think of Yunobo in that sort of way! He was too...innocent. You valued your time with him, and he was always the perfect gentleman. There were plenty of times you’d kissed, sure, even made out a little - but it never evolved past that. He always stopped short, showering you in words of affection or cuddling you closely. Sometimes it was almost too much to bear having to hold yourself back. Yet when Yunobo held you the way he did, you understood that his feelings were genuine...and it kept you from pushing the envelope. 

...Until today. 

“You know...” began the Goron, “I love spending time with you.” He sat up now, taking your hands in his as you straightened up with him. Dark blue eyes peered deeply into your own, “Everyday I feel like a champion when we’re together...you make me feel strong...brave.” You were pulled in close, your foreheads touching now. Yunobo whispered out, “I...I-I love you.” The deep pang of adoration drove you to initiate your next move. With a hurried ‘Come with me’, you swiftly pulled your boyfriend to a nearby alcove (one you’d silently, but conveniently spotted as you arrived). Noises of confusion bumbled from Yunobo, his concern more with your picnic setup being left behind. When you ducked into the covering, he was ready to protest - until your lips captured his. At first shock riddled his body, and his hands stood outstretched where he held them, keeping his distance as he was unsure what to do next. Yet you persisted, your arms coming around his broad shoulders and your lips parting slowly. That managed to melt the Goron into a response and before you knew it his hands had come around your waist. This was a dance you two have done often - melding tongues and pressing close. However, this time you had a different agenda. Gently coercing Yunobo backwards, you aimed to press him up against the wall of the area, but a small stalagmite caught the heel of his foot and sent him slipping backwards. Unfortunately, in an attempt to keep you from harm - Yunobo instead took you down with him. You yelped as you released his lips, finding yourself in a now very compromising position. Sitting in his lap, your hands naturally found their way to his chest so that you could steel yourself from the fall. He gazed up at you briefly before realizing how you both were seated. 

“I-I’M SORRY!” he shouted, panicking as he tried to figure out a way to get up with you situated like this. You made no effort to move. Instead, your hands slid up his shoulders and finally to cup what of his face you could. His stammering died down a little, though he watched you with anticipation. “Wh…Wh-What’s going on?” 

He had to know. You were always so affectionate...but this boldness in you was so different. So when you moved to place your arms around his shoulders he found himself feeling something he couldn’t place. 

You bent forward now, noses touching, your lashes sitting low over your eyes. Leaning in close, you pressed your chest into his, 

“Kiss me, Yunobo...”

The sultry need in your tone swept over him, moving him on instinct. His lips found yours with haste. The kiss this time was a little less innocent than usual, with your hands either sifting through his hair or holding onto him tightly. His arms encased your waist, pulling you in even closer than before. With some pluck,Yunobo slipped his tongue past your lips - a move that earned him a moan. This was a sound he hadn’t heard from you before like this and it caused him to grip you tighter in response. Your kissing stirred a beginning heat within you and it made you want more of something. Suddenly, an idea struck within you. As your tongues danced, your hands slowly removed themselves from the Goron’s shoulders, slipping behind you and grasping his wrists. You uncurled his long arms from your torso, taking his hands and sliding them under your dress just far enough to place them on your ass. The jolt that ran through him was so strong it shook you both, and suddenly your lips were parted. His face flushed the reddest you’d ever seen it, and he stared up at you like a deer in headlights. You bit your bottom lip, hoping you hadn’t gone too far. 

“Is this...okay?” you asked, a blush starting to form on your cheeks. You were met with no answer, but instead the feeling of fingers caressing the curve of your ass. A small pinch of electricity ran up your spine at the action, but slowly melted into a sigh when you heard Yunobo whisper,  “So soft...”. His curiosity oddly put you at ease.

“Are all Hylians this soft?...” he murmured to himself, his hands squeezing your bottom in a gentle caress. You had to giggle at that, “Some of us are, I’m sure.” You had to imagine that having a body that could withstand the heat of lava or effortlessly break diamonds, feeling something soft would come as alien to him. Curiosity, however, took over the Goron’s thoughts. His hands scaled down your backside and swooped over thighs, appreciating the malleable skin. He lifted your dress up experimentally and squeezed your waist, wondering how he had never managed to truly notice how different your body was compared to his after all this time. Fascination took over his sense of touch, your behind and hips supple in his grip, your waist curvaceous but much slimmer juxtaposed with his own. His thumbs slid up the middle of your stomach until he came to the underside of your most delicate flesh. Your shiver didn’t go unnoticed, “Am I hurting you?” Yunobo gulped as he started to withdraw his hands. Shaking your head, you protested, “No! It...it actually feels g-good.” The Goron hummed in thought at this, and slowly slid his hands over your breasts now, the rounded globes sitting perfectly in his palms. 

“You’re really soft here...” he stated, gently massaging your chest. You tried your best to bite back the moan that threatened to leave you, but to no avail once his fingers grazed over your nipples. Instinctively, your back arched at the stimulation, your hands gripping his shoulders to steel yourself once more. With the noises you were making, Yunobo figured it must’ve really felt good - you did say so after all. He looked you over once more, your lips parted, cheeks flushed reddish hues, eyes closed in some sort of spellbound bliss. He wasn’t sure why this was all happening just through simple touch, but then he remembered the stories Hyrulian soldiers used to tell around the campfires back when he’d traveled with Link and the other champions. Tales of women and what ‘got them wet’ as he recalled. So with your neck right in front of him, he leaned in with a mix of interest and trepidation. If the feeling of his hands caressing your tits wasn’t enough to light you aflame, the lips at your neck would serve to be the end of you. Yunobo placed timid kisses above your collarbone, angling his head a little higher after each chaste kiss. Your fingers laced into his hair, and your palm instinctively gave him a soft push of coercion - hopefully to signal that you needed a little more pressure than what he was supplying. It pleased you that he immediately understood what you sought as he kissed your neck with a little more fervor now. His hands stayed busy with your breasts whilst his mouth worked to tend to your sensitive areas. You mewled here and there, but it wasn’t until he reached a spot just under your jaw that you gasped in pleasure. That, he couldn’t help but be taken by. Seems like those soldiers were right. He licked a small stripe in that exact spot and did the next best thing that came to mind - he bit down. It wasn’t nearly hard enough to break skin or even truly hurt you, but the pinch of pain mixed with all the kisses and caresses on your body had you whine out, “Unghh, Yuno~” 

You flushed wildly at your cry, embarrassed that you would be so forthcoming so soon. But that didn’t seem to bother the Goron one bit. Your normally shy significant other now pulled back from your dampened skin, rounded cheeks still red with nerves - but the stirring of something wild showing in his eyes. It was now or never, you thought. You slid further down onto his lap, and as you expected, your moaning and kissing had brought Yunobo to a new level of excitement. Feeling bold, you moved off of him carefully and leaned forward, inspecting what you would soon find yourself thrilled over. Yet there was an understandable feeling of intimidation when you saw the hardness of your boyfriend’s cock threatening to tear through his garments. You pressed your palm to it while asking, “Yuno...could I...try something? It will feel good, I promise.” He lent you a simple nod, having somewhat of an idea of what you were getting at. You moved forward, coaxing him into helping you remove his undergarments. 

Oh my...

You were right to feel intimidated. Dark brown and solid, he was larger than anyone you’ve ever seen. Granted he was a Goron, but still...the sheer size astounded you; you were already trying to calculate how it would...

“Ahh!” he hissed in pleasure. Mindlessly your hand had begun stroking his hardened length in the midst of your thought process. So much so, that Yunobo was outstretched in bliss, grasping a nearby stalagmite for purchase. You smirked, taking your ministrations one step further and placing your lips at the tip of his dick. The crunch of rock could be heard from behind him, and in Yunobo’s grasp was a cracked stalagmite. Kitten licks and slow strokes were what you awarded your lover, along with a few soft moans to let him know you were enjoying this as much as he was. He peered down at you with one half-lidded eye, “O-Oh god...that’s amazing, I...” he groaned as you licked up the entirety of his length. In one fell swoop, you took as much of him as you could into your mouth. The sound he let out in response was beyond heavenly. 

You sought out to really test your limits with how far you could take him - but much to your surprise, he stopped you. Mouth leaving his dick with a soft pop, there were questions forming in your mind. His hand lifted under your chin, and he leaned over to press a quick kiss to your lips. Before you knew it, he’d lifted you back into his lap again with ease. Your eyes locked, both of you now seeming to have questions. Yunobo was the first to break the short silence,

“When I traveled with Link and the champions...these soldiers used to tell me stories about Hylian women, some of them being…very detailed. I...didn’t exactly understand then. I still sort of don’t now...but they did tell me about something interesting. A special event that apparently feels really good...but that was meant for the person that you l-loved...” his hand came behind his head and shyly scratched as he continued, “Can we...do that...together?” 

You felt your breath leave you entirely. One of his hands found your cheek, “I...don’t know what I’m doing. All of this i-is new to me…so I might need your help,” with that he looked down, trying to hide his disappointment, “And...and I’m sorry if I’m not very good at it...” 

Your breath in a shudder, it was your turn to lift his face up and kiss him. Voice strained, you quickly huffed, “Never worry about that Yuno...I’m happy I get to do this with you at all.” 

He smiled once more, arms seating around your waist. You shifted your position, fully aware now how wet you were when you felt the heat of him between your legs. Your eyes met his one last time, “You’re sure...?” He nodded with a hint of confidence, “I want this. I want...I w-want you.” Your heart fluttered at the confession and without another word, you slid your hands between your legs. A gentle grasp on his member allowed you to guide him to your awaiting heat. When you felt him right there, in a slow and deliberate pace, you lowered yourself down. There was a slight sting in your hips as he stretched you, but that was superseded by the way he filled you. It was a delicious feeling, one that had you parting your lips and focusing on how well you fit together. Yunobo, on the other hand, was trying to will himself still. You were so hot and slick on him, it was nothing he’d ever felt before…and it was starting to drive him crazy when he realized he needed more of it. The way you clenched around him was mind-numbing, and it led him to another question of how he never knew about this or felt this part of you before. 

When you were satisfied with how far down you could take him, you used your knees to slide back up. Slow movements, calculated and experimental was the game here, and you watched under hooded eyes to gauge your boyfriend’s reaction. His teeth grit in pleasure; he tried his best to find your ass and smooth over the curve of your cheeks once more. You mewled at this as he unknowingly angled himself to hit you a little deeper than you had him before. Nevertheless, you continued bouncing on his cock, the slick noises reminding you that you were truly one with your love. Heat was creeping up your thighs and deep into your loins the more you came down on him. Your hands found his broad shoulders and you worked your hips to take him a little more as you sped up the pace. He groaned at this, not expecting your pace to change already. What you didn’t expect however, was Yunobo’s hands gripping under your thighs, and flipping you over. In an instant, your back was on the cave floor, your legs as spread as far as they could possibly be with one champion Goron between them. He curled a fist next to your head to hold himself up, while the other hand wrapped around your thigh. With a quick drawback, he slid nearly entirely out of you - and then as far inside of you as he could fit. You arched wildly, a loud wail of pleasure reverberating off the walls. His lips held next to your ear, “Ngghh...I-I’m sorry if I h-hurt you...I don’t know what’s come over me, I...!” Yunobo apologized as he lent you another deep thrust. Your nails desperately tried to scratch down the hardened spikes of his back as he drove you into the ground. Mind in a haze of lust, the only thought you could cling to was that you couldn’t believe your soft, sweet Yunobo was capable of taking charge like this! The mere idea that he was actually fucking you only served to make you wetter than you thought possible. He pressed rough kisses into whatever flesh he could reach, hips slamming into you now. Your body was hyper aware of everything you were feeling: your breasts bouncing against the solid wall of his chest, your cries of pleasure mixing with his guttural groans that filled the cave air, and the rising pressure that coiled tighter and tighter in your abdomen. You weren’t long now and you knew it. Yunobo quickly moved from your thigh to support under your lower back in an attempt to pull you closer to him - only for the rougher edges of his stomach to nudge your clit as he spread you open further.

“Oh Yuno, goddd, this feels so good, I can’t!” you babbled, feeling short waves of ecstasy creep up your hips. Your hands gripped his shoulders tightly, “Please, I’m...!” 

Yunobo, so wrapped in his own lust it rendered him incapable of answering you, opted to touch his forehead with yours in response to your pleasured pleas. You leaned in at the last second to kiss him, and it was that deep groan into your mouth that set you off. You held onto as much of his as you could, the striking of white hot heat flashing through the entirety of your body like lightning. You whined against his lips, the strokes of his cock pushing wave after wave of your orgasm to the surface. It wasn’t long before the pulsing of you on him had squeezed him enough to bring him to his own finish. A lengthy guttural roar left him as he pulled from your lips (and just as quickly from your body) to spill onto the ground beneath him. 

It would take a few long winded moments before you even had the thought process to move from your positions. When you both finally felt the fog of sex lift from your minds, your thoughts had settled what just transpired.

“That was...” you began, still trying to catch your breath. 

“...Amazing,” he finished. He took your hand in his, pulling you up in a sitting position. Careful to move around the mess, you took your place in his lap once more, this time just to simply be close. His giant arms encased you, the warmth emanating from both of you bringing you comfort and making your heart swell. You nuzzled into his neck, still trying to find the courage to look at him after what just happened. 

“I love you, Yuno...” you muffled into his neck, unable to shake your sudden timidity. He chuckled lightly at your shyness. Your opposite demeanors proved interesting to the Goron. His hand came to the back of your head and he held you a little closer this time, “...I love you too.”

#the legend of zelda #tloz #tloz: botw #breath of the wild #Goron #goron champion #Yunobo #Yunobo x reader #n$fw #nws #botw #tloz imagines #the legend of zelda imagines #zelda imagines #the legend of zelda: breath of the wild #x reader

[howlingday]

The Dirge

"That should do it for the fire tonight." Lie Ren said as he swiped his palms together, clearing off the residual sawdust from his hands. It had been a week since Team JNPR, or rather Team JNR joined Ruby Rose in her quest to head east, towards Mistral and Haven Academy. The past few hours have been strenuous to say the least.

"Finally." Nora Valkyrie huffed as she dropped her load next to the pit. "It feels like we've been carrying logs for hours!"

"It was only for ten minutes." Ren assured. A crack from behind alerted him to the sudden presence of his team leader, Jaune Arc, and their friend, Ruby Rose. He turned to find them walking away from the makeshift tent. Looking past, he could see Ruby's uncle, Qrow Branwen, laying inside. "How is he?"

"He doesn't look good." Ruby said, voice full of concern. "That weird guy stabbed him with his tail, and he's been running a fever ever since."

"He'll live, though." Jaune voiced in a very matter-of-fact tone. "He just needs rest and antibiotics."

"The second of which we don't have." Ruby pointed out.

"He'll live." Jaune repeated. "Haven's only a few miles away."

"Can we make it, though?"

"We can," Ren said, though not without a very begrudging tone, "if we cut through Kuro Yuri." Nora flinched at the name. "I'd prefer not to, but it is the fastest way there."

"Anything you want to share, Ren?" Jaune asked.

"No." He shook his head. "There's nothing but ghosts there."

"...Like, real ghosts, or...?" Jaune let the question hang.

"No. Ghosts aren't real."

"Are you sure about that, Ren?" Jaune knelt next to the pit and began scraping flint and sent sparks flying into the dried leaves. Almost instantly, the fire came alive with a crackling snap and pop. Jaune then seated himself on a log. "We've already seen a lot."

"Grimm." Ren clarified. "A ghost is different from a Geist."

"I wonder about that." Jaune said with a smile. It then faded as his blue eyes stared into the contained inferno. He almost looked hypnotized by the dancing flames.

As the others sat down, Jaune began to start humming a tune. It was deep and low, like a bellow from Ursa, yet softer and somehow more wild. Nora opened her ration pack, carelessly tossing half a granola bar to the blaze. Jaune reached across, through the fire itself, to snatch the healthy treat from it's scorched fate.

"What were you singing?" Ren asked, choosing to ignore the self-inflicted burning his leader had placed upon himself.

Jaune smiled. "Just an old song I used to sing for my family." He continued to stare into the fire pit. "I usually sing it to myself when I miss them, or whenever I need to ready myself for the worst possible scenario."

"Like a song of bravery?" Ruby asked, biting into her granola.

"Not quite."

"Can you sing it for us?" Nora asked.

"I don't think you want to hear it." Jaune waved his hand. "It's not very good."

"Come on!" Ruby whined.

"Pleeeeeeease?" Nora pleaded.

"Another time." Jaune said, standing up. "I'll go check on your uncle. Maybe get him to keep some food down."

"Aw! Okay..." Ruby and Nora pouted.

Ren watched as Jaune entered the tent, and noticed something off. In the encroaching twilight, darkness settled in, and the sky dipped from it's orange hue to a more violet and blue shades. Yet Jaune's eyes remained an icy blue, clear to be seen in the approaching dusk.

---------------------------------------------------

This was a dumb idea. Stupid! Idiotic! Hands down the worst idea Ruby ever made in her entire life, and possibly the last she ever made in her life.

Twigs and dried leaves crunched as she hammered her feet through the forest. She could hear the growling Beowolves behind her over the thundering in her chest. She should have stayed at camp, stayed where it was safe. In her excitement, she left behind her precious Crescent Rose; a sin she would never repeat so long as she lived.

As for now, she chose to follow a phantom she caught floating amongst the shadows of the forest. A phantom she recognized from only a month ago. Her curiosity would be paid in full by the Grimm if she slowed down.

She tripped over something, and her body's momentum carried her over the ground. She fell down a hill rolling along the ground until she came to a stop. Her back slammed against the boulder, knocking the air from her lungs. Cornered by two Beowolves and out of aura, Ruby knew it would be where she died.

"I'm sorry, Mom..." Ruby wept a single.

As the cold wind blew, a low hum carried through the air. Beneath the shattered moon, she saw him. His piercing blue eyes the only light within his indistinguishable silhouette. With a click, a red block held by the end shifted and extended into a long-bladed scythe. It was Crescent Rose, and without a care, she flew through the chilling night air, landing at her master's boots.

"Pick it up." The voice growled. Ruby looked confusedly between the shade and her weapon. "Pick. It. Up."

Without a second thought, Ruby scrambled to her feet, gripping her baby tightly in her hands. The ghost began to hum, and the night suddenly grew colder. Especially in Ruby's spine as she noticed the two Beowolves had multiplied into almost two dozen.

"This is it, Little Rose." The shadow called out to her. "This is where you prove to me how bad you want to be a huntress."

Before Ruby could ask what he meant, her battle began as a Beowolf lept for her. With a turn, she twirled her scythe and rended the Grimm in two. Without hesitation, the next one came, swiping it's insidious claw. Ruby ducked, then severed it's legs from it's body. As she spliced it's head apart, two more jumped at her from behind.

On and on, her dance of death continued. Her muscles ached and her breath grew more and more ragged. The air grew colder, and the humming grew louder. She could almost hear words echoing from all around.

She was down to the last Grimm. Her lungs ached as her throat burned. It was the only warmth her body felt as the night air grew colder and colder. She lept for the last remaining Grimm, when her body suddenly seized itself. She watched in horror as the Beowolf stalked closer, pure malice glowing in it's eyes. She choked back a scream as it's fangs drew closer to her eyes.

In a blink, it was all dust. The Beowolf suddenly died, and she uttered a silent prayer of gratitude to whoever it was that saved her.

"I wouldn't start praying yet, Little Rose." The voice came back, and she felt herself being turned over. A hand found it's way to her throat, and her head was forced to turn with bony thumb and index finger. The digits were cold as ice, and the chill bit into her skin. "Oh, there's still some life in you. Too bad about that last one, though. If it was your time, you would have died there, unfulfilled."

"Please, don't kill me." Ruby's eyes welled with hot tears as she stared at the gaunt face in front of her.

"Oh, I don't kill people, Little Rose." His hand released from her neck. "I simply watch them die, and then help them move on to their next life."

"Who-" She swallowed as she sat up. "Who are you?"

"I am the last thing you will ever see." His eye seemed to twinkle at her. A flash of blue. Just like that night. "Oh, that wasn't me." He said, as if reading her thoughts. "That was somebody else."

"What?" Ruby wiped her eyes. "I don't understand! Who are you?!"

Taking a deep breath, the figure turned and began to hum. The wind blew again, only it was accompanied by singing once more. However, Ruby then noticed that these voices in the night air weren't singing. They were screaming. Begging. A thousand souls, maybe more, all pleading with agonized voices.

"Please, no!"

"I'll do anything!"

"Take it all!"

"Take me, not her!"

"It's not my time!"

"I DON'T WANT TO DIE!"

Ruby blinked and she was elsewhere, laying on a tree. She clutched her chest, trying to steady her beating heart. The tears poured hotly from her eyes as she panted.

"Ruby?!" She looked up to see a familiar face running towards her. "Are you okay?! Where have you been?!"

"I..." She panted. "I-I-I saw a shadow, and I followed it, and then there was a Beowolf, then another Beowolf, and then I fell, and- and-!"

"Easy, Ruby." Jaune held her hands and rubbed her back. "You're okay. Everything's okay."

"I... I almost died." Ruby gulped.

Jaune didn't say anything. He simply sat next to her and held her. She looked up to see Crocea Mors laying against a tree, next to a scroll. The scroll was powered off, and the tree was dead. Every tree around it was alive, but this one was dead, and being carved into by Jaune.

"Were... Were you training?" Ruby asked.

"Yeah." He looked up. "I found this dead tree earlier, so I thought it would be good practice."

"Wouldn't one of these other trees be a better target?"

"Yeah, they would," Jaune nodded, "but I don't want to cut their lives short. Not before their time."

Ruby looked to the ground and saw a pile of dead leaves laying at the base. For some reason, she felt her soul resonate with the dead, scarred tree.

#rwby #rwby au #jaune is hades au #lie ren #nora valkyrie #ruby rose #jaune arc

[rubyarrows]

The Liaison Pt2

In ops, the team briefed YN in on everything they had Beaumont. Every lead they have hit, known whereabouts, the slightest bit of background information they had on the man, they made her aware of it all. As they spoke, the YEC eyed girl made notes of anything she may have thought would help her out. She added it all to the other things she had found out while on the plane. The young agent pulled out her tablet and started drawing lines on a map to signify the places that the team knew had been in one color and other places she had found him pop up under alliances in another.  

After mapping out his known whereabouts, she looked up at everyone around her. “It’s clear to me that Beaumont has been using at least some of his training to stay off the grid as much as possible. But what he hasn’t been using it for is nourishment. His wife’s atm card has been flagged multiple times within the last few weeks at several grocery stores in the surrounding area. Didn’t you all say that Johanna said she lost her card a few weeks prior?” 

Callen nodded. “Said she lost it in the car after a girls night. It was in her back pocket when she got in the vehicle but not when she got out, and she has had to use their credit card for all the purchases she’s made in the last few weeks leading up to Sebastian’s run.” 

“You’re thinking Beaumont is using her card to make it seem like she found it again.” Sam says as he looks over the bank reports and pinged area that YN had put on the big screen. 

“It’s a possibility. I’ve seen it done quite a few times. Someone up and runs off from their big problems but before doing so they take the extra money their significant other has laying around or their bank card a week or so beforehand. Often, they help them look for it just to make themselves feel better. The unknowing party involved doesn’t usually catch on to it until days or weeks later. By that time, the suspect has all they need.” she added as she quickly typed on her tablet. “My brother always says when in doubt, follow the money. It’ll take some time to get into the actual store records even with a phone call, but from what I'm seeing here, the lieutenant likes to frequent one store in particular.” 

Kensi moves closer to the screen to get a closer look. “Looks like we have a good place to start.” 

YNN nods. “I do suggest starting with a base radius of ten miles surrounding the store though. It's not that far away from Angeles National Forest. He’s got a lot of ground to fit into like some sort of gopher.” 

Deeks looked over at his team members in awe. “It still surprises me that she can catch on to the littlest details they we seem to overlook.” 

“In your defense, most people don’t think to look deep into the significant other’s personal records if the surface is as spotless as Johanna Beaumont’s. The girl was never the suspect, just her bank account.”  the YHC haired girl said as she looked over at her boyfriend. 

The next week felt like a blur for the LA team as they began to compile more information on where Beaumont was thanks to YN’s help. They seemingly had made more progress in the small amount of time the girl was there than they had when she wasn’t there at all. Just as she had suggested, they had followed the money trail from Mrs. Beaumont’s bank card. The store it was mostly used in had no issues handing the surveillance footage over. 

After that, the team scoured high and low throughout a ten-mile radius of the store and eventually found an abandoned shack about five miles from any civilization. After staking out the place for hours, they found Lieutenant Beaumont stalking back with handfuls of wood for a fire. Callen and Deeks chanced Beaumont through the forest for twenty minutes before Marty was able to tackle the former navy man to the ground and apprehend him. 

As the sun set, casting hues of oranges and pinks across the sky, YN and Marty sat side by side with their feet resting in the warm sand, watching the waves as they crashed onto the shore. The couple sat there enjoying the serene beauty of the moment. Something they hadn’t gotten to do in a long time. 

Deeks turned to YN with his heart pounding in his chest with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. “Hey, YNN, I’ve been thinking, right?” 

She turned to look at him as he spoke, “What have you been thinking about?” 

The blonde-haired man reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box that he has carried around with him for weeks leading up to her next arrival. He stood up from his spot on the rock they had been sitting on and pulled her up with him. “With everything we’ve been through together from the distances and the dangers of our jobs, it's hard to even picture what life would have been without knowing you in the slightest. Got me thinking that I would never want to imagine my life without you being a big part of it like you are now.”  

Deeks knelt down on one knee in front of her, looking up into the depth of YN’s YEC eyes. “I can’t offer you much, but what I can offer is everything I’ve got. YN DiNozzo, will you marry me?” 

 Tears welled up in the young girl’s eyes as she looked down at the man she loved. She nodded and her voice filled with emotion. “Yes, Marty. Oh god, a thousand times yes.” she exclaimed as she leaned down grabbing his face and placing a love-filled kiss onto his lips. 

Marty stood up and gently placed the ring upon her finger with a grand smile on his face. As he did so the sound of applause boomed from behind the sand dunes and rocks that they stood in front of. YN turned in her spot in the sand to see all members from both LA and DC teams standing there watching with smiles as big as the one she had on their faces and all beaming with joy. 

“Tell no one, huh?” she said back to Marty. 

He looked down at his feet and had a sly grin on his face. “This kind of thing just would not have felt right without our family present. 

McGee, Ziva, and Gibbs stood side by side with Callen, Sam, Kensi, Hetty, Eric and Nel as they walked over to congratulate the newly engaged couple. The two of them were overwhelmed with love and happiness as they watched their friends and colleagues move closer. But as they gathered around them YN noticed that there was somebody missing. Gibbs knew who she was looking for and motioned with his head behind them. 

The girl directed her YEC eyes in the direction her mentor had motioned to and there she found her older brother down the beach aways, watching as everything happened. She could just slightly make out the smile on his face. YNN let go of Deeks’ hand and slipped away from the crowd, but she could still feel all eyes on her as she made her way towards Tony. 

The older DiNozzo sibling met his younger sister halfway, the smile on his face ever growing as he made his way over to her. “Look at you, YNN. I don’t think being engaged has ever made anyone look more beautiful and happier as it does on you.” he said as he pulled his sister into his embrace. “Congratulations, kiddo.” 

YN’s smile grew as she returned the hug that Tony was giving her. “How long have you known he was going to propose?” she questioned. 

Tony rocked his head back and forth feigning thought. “A month give or take.” He finally admitted as the two of them made their way back to the group about fifty yards away from them. “Called me and said he would much rather have my blessing than dad’s and to be honest I don’t blame the guy.” 

“Oh, neither do I.” YN said and shook her head. “Last I heard the man was off in London with Melinda.” 

“See that just shows you talk to the old man way more than I do.” he said with a slight chuckle. 

“I didn’t talk to him. I heard that from Aunt Sherri.” the younger one admits with a small laugh of her own as they walked up on the group of people. 

With an amused look on his face, Tony shook Deeks’ hand and said, “Welcome to the family, brother. All I ask is that you take care of her.” 

Deeks gently pulled his now fiancé back over to him with a smile on his face. “Wouldn’t dream of ever doing the opposite. She means the world to me.” 

The older DiNozzo nodded. “I know the feeling.” 

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a beautiful warm orange glow over the beach and YN stood there with the people she was more than happy to call her family, she was grateful that she was able to share these moments with the people she loved. She knew that she would never have been able to make it this far without them by her side every step of the way. She was beyond thankful for every single one of them and having them there with her to celebrate a special moment between her and Deeks was just the cherry on top. 

#ruby arrows #ruby arrows imagines #ncis #ncis la #ncis x reader #ncis imagine #ncis fanfiction #ncis la x reader #ncis la imagine #ncis la imagines #ncis la fanfiction #marty deeks #marty deeks x reader #marty deeks imagine #marty deeks imagines #marty deeks fanfiction

[dimeurz]

I have another one for the lyric prompt :D

"Buff and his skin looks gorgeous/How can someone ignore this?/We took a trip down a new road"

sorry it’s been a hectic week! hope you like it :)

The sun has almost set in Delacroix, Louisiana. The remaining rays illuminate the lake, orange like clementine, while the crescent moon is slowly making its appearance in the sky.

Most of the cook-out guests have left, and since everybody had come together to clean up after, it was quick. Only a few chairs and tables remain, but they’re supposed to go back to the house’s attic, so Sam had told Sarah to leave them for him and Bucky to throw into the truck.

Bucky dips his feet into the cold water, swaying them while Sam sits beside him with a grunt. Sam gives him a bottle of beer in which he opens with his metal hand, then switches with Sam so he can open his. Bucky is on his seventh, Sam on his third.

“You gotta drive us home,” Sam says with a smile, lowering his feet into the lake as well. He whistles at the temperature. “Must be nice to never get drunk, huh.”

Sighing, Bucky shrugs. “I guess. Unless you’re really trying to get drunk and it just won’t happen.”

“We should ask Thor for his Asgardian ale, then.”

Bucky chuckles, then chugs his beer. He drinks it like water and leaves it halfway done before putting it down. He looks at his feet as they make ripples on the water. He doesn’t quite remember the feeling of loud laughters doused with tipsiness among friends. Today was close, except he doesn’t really get drunk. He notes the way Sam’s thigh touches his, crowding into his space despite the possible elbow room. Whatever thoughts Bucky is thinking right now are sober thoughts and it makes him nervous.

He looks at Sam through a shy side eye before angling his head better. The remaining seconds of the golden hour cast a beautiful hue on Sam’s face, the flow of his swashing in the water sounding too much like home. He and Sam have been through a lot ever since the plane to Munich, and they do deserve this serene moment, just the two of them. Bucky had realized that the legacy of Steve had never been the shield — it was him, and most importantly, it was Sam. He was so stressed out about protecting the legacy, how to do so, but he’s been absentmindedly doing it from the start. Sam is the only reason why he’s back fighting the good fight again. He’s someone that Bucky is willing to be rightfully devoted to.

“Are you drunk?” Bucky asks out of the blue.

Sam takes a swig and exhales with a smile, turning to Bucky. He winks an eye as he thinks and hums. Bucky finds him adorable. “No– Maybe. I don’t know. I guess it is kinda getting to me now... Why? Do I look drunk?”

After a careful pause, Bucky continues, “Will you remember tomorrow if I told you that I loved you today?”

Sam blinks. He knew that. Well, he knew that at some point, Bucky started caring about him, right? And that’s love. He knows the general rules of love.

“What?”

“If I told you that I want to be by your side for as long as you let me? That you’re my purpose and my will, that I realized you’re the one I’ve been waiting for my whole life?” Bucky goes on, breathless. He feels as if he had just poured his heart out. He might’ve. “Because I think I’m in love with you, Sam Wilson.”

Sam feels like he’s just been splashed by cold water, his eyes big as he stares at Bucky in surprise. He opens his mouth and closes it a few times, his brain buffering along with the tad amount of alcohol seeping into his system. Since when? And how did he never notice? Now he’s overanalyzing every action Bucky has done around him, or all the words he has said to him that may have meant something else. He feels fuzzy in the chest, as if he’s a high schooler being asked out to prom. Sam averts his gaze while Bucky tilts his head in an attempt to chase it.

The sun has gone down officially. The stars are high in the sky, and the only source of light they have is the lamp post situated just before the dock ramp. It’s been silent for an uncomfortable amount of time that Bucky slowly starts regretting everything. Maybe it’s the way he said it. Maybe it’s the timing. Fuck, he’s panicking. The last thing he wants is to lose the one person that makes him want to try to live again.

Bucky shifts in his seat and picks his feet up from the water. “Forget it. Sorry, I– uh, sorry.” He whispers, his face turning red in embarrassment. He’s biting down on his lips as he hastily stands up, one of the empty bottles beside him tipping towards the others. They topple down like bowling pins, making Bucky kneel to quickly collect them so they don’t fall into the water.

However, just before Bucky could grab one of the bottles, Sam holds his wrist and yanks it a bit, making him face him. Once he is looking, Sam reaches for his neck and pulls him into a kiss.

Bucky melts into it almost immediately.

Sam doesn’t give Bucky a gentle first kiss. It’s intense but not exactly passionate — their faces are mushed together too much, like they can’t get close enough. He lets go of Bucky’s wrist, allowing Bucky to place a hand on his back, his metal fingers gripping on his jacket to gesture more, more, more.

They’ve kissed other people many times before. Bucky before the war, behind bars and after school; Sam in movie theatres and at the back of his old Mustang. They both think this is the first time they’ve felt this way, however, and Sam believes that he feels the same as Bucky — he has also unknowingly waited for this his whole life.

Once they’ve broken the kiss, their foreheads rest against each other while catching their breaths.

“You’re not gonna forget this, right?” Bucky asks again.

Sam laughs. He gives him another quick kiss. “No, but remind me again tomorrow, will you?”

“Sam... I’ll remind you every damn day.”

#asks #sambucky #bucky barnes #sam wilson #sambucky fic #sambucky fanfic #the falcon and the winter soldier #winter soldier #captain america #tfatws #lyric prompts #fic prompts

[kerrywritesthingssometimes]

Chapter Two: The Moon

Chapter One

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘔𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴, 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯-𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘯-𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 (?)

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘕𝘢𝘳 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘢𝘢 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰, 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘺, 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵.

You rocked back and forth on your feet as you stood outside the bar you had been in just hours ago. It wasn’t quite sundown, but you had too much at stake to risk the Mandalorian leaving without you. Your fingers found their way into your pocket, brushing over the pendant that rested there. Your ears pricked as you heard heavy footfalls heading toward you. 

Your gaze met a familiar dark visor. “You’re early.” You heard the man grumble. You looked him over, noting the bag he had strapped over one of his shoulders. The orange-pink hue of the setting sun reflected off of his armor as he stopped in front of you.

You shifted your own bag over your shoulder. You didn’t bring much, mainly to avoid taking up too much room in whatever ship the man had. “Yes, well, you did threaten to take my credits and leave me here if I wasn’t on time.” You replied, your tone laced with hints of venom. “Did you have other things to do, or can we leave?”

You knew you shouldn’t be rude to the only person who had agreed to help you, but something about his grumpy demeanor was quite contagious. You took his grunt as an answer as he began to stalk off. You followed close behind him, just barely struggling to keep up with his long strides.

His ship wasn’t far, but you were glad to be done with the walk regardless. The Mandalorian turned to you as soon as you managed to get inside. “You can put your stuff in the cargo hold, with everything else. Don’t touch anything and don’t get in my way.”

You scoffed, but he had already turned around by the time you came up with a comeback. Stars, you just had to hire the biggest ass in the galaxy. You set your bag down as you took a few steps further in, sighing quietly. You watched the man’s figure as he disappeared into the cockpit. You knew, unfortunately, that you would have to join him before the ship took off. Your fingers closed around the pendant in your pocket once more before you made your way up the stairs.

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You had always hated space travel. It seemed even worse in the ancient piece of metal you were currently traveling in. You pressed a hand to your stomach, hoping to settle some of the queasiness in your stomach. The ship hadn’t even made the jump to hyperspace yet.

“Donot puke in my ship.” The cold, robotic voice scolded. From your seat slightly behind him, you shot a look at the back of the helm the Mandalorian wore. “Do you have a location for the Trandoshan you’re trying to find?” 

When you closed your eyes, you could see the Trandoshan’s face. Anger bubbled in your stomach, replacing the nausea. “Nar Shadaa. I have a friend there, saw someone matching his description less than a month ago.”

The Mandalorian’s gloved fingers tightened around the steering device. “Amonth ? You… Do you have any idea how much traveling can be done in amonth ?” A metallic sigh left the helm and you frowned.

You could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks as you attempted to swallow the anger that threatened to spill from your lips. “I am well aware of how much traveling can be done in a month. I have been looking for the Trandoshan for six years.” You muttered through gritted teeth. Your heart pounded in your chest as you attempted to calm yourself down.

“And you still don’t have a solid lead? You just thought you would hire someone to, what? Transport you across the galaxy in hopes that eventually you would just cross paths with him?” The Mandalorian’s voice never raised. His gaze never turned toward you. He sounded stoic, as though he wasn’t treating you like a complete idiot.

Your breathing sped up as you wrung your hands together. Despite his words, the Mandalorian punched in coordinates you couldn’t quite see into his navicomputer. “I do not owe you an explanation, nor do I expect someone like you to understand my reasons. I certainly do not need your companionship.” Your voice was quiet as you spoke, though your breathing caused your words to be shaky. “I hired someone to kill the Trandoshan, to take me with them so I can see the light as it leaves its eyes. I want to hear the last breath leave its chest.”

The Mandalorian did not respond. Perhaps he had nothing else to say. You felt the sting of tears at the edge of your eyes, but you did not stop them from falling or bother to wipe them away. You pulled the pendant out of your pocket, twisting it between your fingers. You felt your body jolt as the ship made the jump to hyperspace. You leaned back in the seat, allowing the uncomfortable silence to lay over the cabin.

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“Mama, I’m frightened.” Lenaria’s soft voice rang through the house. Blaster fire sounded outside, followed by the sound of bodies hitting the floor. Her small hands clung to your blouse as you pulled her closer. 

“It’s alright, my darling. Everything is alright.” You wished you had something more comforting to tell her. You knew why they were here. The war raged and your daughter was Force-sensitive. You had been able to keep it a secret for so long. “Come here, Lenaria. Try to rest.”

You pulled her head against your chest, hoping to muffle the sounds of explosions in the street. You sang softly against the top of her head.

“Mirrorbright, shines the moon, its glow as soft as an ember,

When the moon is mirrorbright, take this time to remember,

Those you have loved but are gone,

Those who kept you so safe and warm

The mirrorbright moon lets you see”

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“...up.” The feeling of a hand on your shoulder woke you from a sleep you hadn’t known you fell into. You gasped loudly, reaching for your blaster with a start. You pointed it toward the figure in front of you. As you came to, your breathing rapid, you recognized the Mandalorian. “Put it down. I’m just waking you up.”

His voice seemed… softer, gentler. You lowered your blaster, attempting to calm your breathing. “What are you… Why…” 

“You were talking in your sleep. It was annoying.” The cold, robotic voice had returned. You breathed a sigh as you leaned your head back. You yawned, wiping the sleep from your eyes. “We just landed. Finish waking up and meet me outside.” With a twist of his cape, the Mandalorian disappeared down the steps of the ship.

You took a moment to gather your thoughts. Your hand was still tightly wrapped around the pendant you held. You pressed your lips to it once before shoving it back in your pocket. Finally, you stood, stretching your legs before descending down the stairs.

You found the Mandalorian at the base of the offloading ramp, rifle swung over his shoulder as he fiddled with one of his pauldrons. You watched him curiously for a moment, his visor focused in on the piece of steel on his shoulder. “This friend of yours,” he spoke up, seeming to sense your presence, “they have a usual hang out spot?”

You nodded as you walked past him. “There’s this cantina in the lower Promenade. Cleanest place on this entire moon, really. She’s usually somewhere there, hustling some poor traveler out of there credits in a game of Sabacc.” You chuckled to yourself. “I do have to warn you. She’s, uh… she’s pretty eccentric.”

The Mandalorian grunted as you lead the way. “I can handle myself.” He muttered. Still, you knew your friend better than anyone else. You also knew what she was like around any male she ever came across.

The walk to the cantina wasn’t long, but it was deadly quiet. You knew that you and the Mandalorian didn’t have much to talk about. Still, the awkwardness of it all was causing your hair to stand on end.

As expected, your friend was in the corner of the cantina, Sabacc cards in hand as she chatted up some poor pilot. She was gorgeous, as always. Her skin was an icy blue, only broken by the dark stripes that ran down each of her lekku. The energy she gave off was so bright, you always felt better in her presence.

“Cyrissa.” You mentioned softly. “Don’t tell me you’re emptying this poor kid’s pockets.” You laughed, looking to the man who was positively entranced by the Twi’lek sitting across from him. 

Cyrissa shouted your name so loudly, you were sure half the cantina turned toward you. “Stars, it’s been too long! Come, sit, play a game with us.” She gestured beside her, her grin only growing when she noticed the Mandalorian behind you. “Oh, and you’ve brought me a gift. How lovely. I do so enjoy shiny things.”

You scoffed, shaking your head. “This one’s not for you, Cy. He’s with me.” You took a seat beside her, prompting the Mandalorian to occupy the seat the pilot had just vacated.

The Twi’lek’s eyes widened. “Oh? So you’ve finally found another match?” She shuffled the cards in her hands. “It’s about time. It’s been almost ten years since your husband–”

You cleared your throat. “I’m afraid we’re here on business. The Trandoshan that… the one I’ve been looking for. You mentioned you saw him a while back. We need to know exactly where.” You turned toward her fully. You knew better than to hope too much, but you couldn’t help the eagerness in your tone. It had been so long that you had been searching. You hoped it was finally coming to an end.

Cyrissa tilted her head, tapping the table gently as she pondered. “Yes, I remember. I saw the brute during one of my jaunts through the Corellian sector. Nasty thing. He was with some Rodian by the name of Vijiss, but he had that same scar on his chin that you described.” She placed a hand over yours. “Oh, darling, I hope you find him. I know how important this is for you. For little Lenaria.”

You squeezed her hand in appreciation, a sad smile working its way onto your face. You turned to the Mandalorian. “We should get going. I doubt he’ll stick around long, if he’s still here.” You watched him nod, feeling that metallic gaze on you. Briefly, you wondered what he might look like under there. You wondered if you would ever get to find out.

Without another word, the two of you took off. You trailed a few steps behind him, your heart beating in your ears. You were more than happy to pay for the taxi, and even happier to let the Mandalorian drive. It was silent for a few more moments before his modulated voice rang out. “Who’s Lenaria?”

The question caught you off guard. You coughed, choking on a breath you’d inhaled. The name sounded foreign coming from him. “She’s no one. None of your concern.” You spat.

“The Twi’Lek said finding the Trandoshan is important to you and to Lenaria. If there’s another party involved that I’m not aware of–”

“There isn’t.” Your tone was venomous as your head whipped to face him. “Not anymore.” You added that last part solemnly. Your hand reached into your pocket again, pulling out the flower-shaped pendant. You turned it over in your fingers, a soft smile making its way onto your face. You could feel the Mandalorian’s gaze on you. “She’s… she was … my daughter.”

#mando #the mandalorian #star wars: the mandalorian #din djarin #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin fluff #din djarin smut #din djarin x reader #star wars #star wars fanfiction #the mandalorian fanfiction

[carelessflower]

PART 3:

TW// Murder, and mention of abuse

Magnus knocked, as they waited, a fewclicks were heard and the door opened, revealing a sleepy Johnathan.

"Magnus its midnight." Johnathan said, as he motioned them to come inside. Another man, who stood there, yawned, and went to the bedroom.

"Boyfriend?" Ragnor questioned.

"Yeah."

"What do you know about the cops who were working on the case against my dad."

Johnathan sighed, and rubbed his eyes.

"I cant tell you that."

"What can you tell me?"

"They dropped the investigation, four of our members disappeared, wintesses either didnt remeber their statements or changrd their story, cctv images gone. Everything they worked for just went to trash."

"Who was in charge?"

"I cant tell you that."

"Fuck! Johnathan." Magnus cursed,

"Look all I can tell you is that we had a new boss come in, I cant tell you the previous bosses names, but I can tell you, you know one of them."

"Stop being crytic you asshole." Ragnor said.

"Has your dad spoken to you?"

Magnus chuckled.

"I cant tell you that." Magnus said before leaving.

"Sorry!" Catarina appologised.

(THE MORNING)

Alec awoke to Max crying, he yawned, and stood up, and walked over to the cot and picked him up. He started to sooth him, as the sunlight started peaking in through the blinds, the orange hues across the skyline.

New York was beutiful in the morning, the peace and quite before the noises of people, and cars. He smiles at the memories of him and Magnus walking through central park in the winter, hands holding and together. Happy.

He looked down at Max, who was now calm.

"bapak" Max pointed out of the window.

"Soon baby..soon."

He was intrupted by his mother who was happy to see her grandson, as Max reached out to Maryse, wanting to be held.

"Go see Magnus, I'll feed him." Maryse said, as she was now speaking to Max, and went downstairs. Alec sighed, he took out a blue faded shirt and some jeans.

His sibilings were still asleep, and he said goodbye to his son, and his mom and headed out. Questions he needed answers to filling his head, as he walked towards the appartment.

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ASMODEUS HOUSE (MANHATTAN)

The basement was warm, the white floors clean, the white tiled walls made the room feel large and bright. A older man was tied to a chair. His left eye bruised, tired, hungry and thirsty, a few feet away from him, was a metal tray, filles with surgical instruments, covered in blood.

The door unlocked, and Asmodeus stepped in, smiling, and behind him was Magnus.

Magnus stood behind hia dad.

"Johan wordt wakker!" Asmodeus pulled his head up, a Johan was now alert, hissed in pain.

Johan eyes land on Magnus.

"Mer -"

"Its Magnus now."

Johan nodded.

"Okay! Magnus, here wants to ask a few questions, so you are going to listen and answer."

Johan nodded, as Asmodeus stepped back, and went to a cabinet.

"What was my mom like?"

"Sexy." Asmodeus repsoded, chuckling as Magnus rolled his eyes

"Your mom was beautiful, nice." Johan responded.

"Why wasnt she happy when she got married?"

"She has several miscarages, we tried, failed, so many times."

"What did you think of me." Johan snapped, eyes wide, and saliva dripping from his mouth,.

"You are a scum. Your grandparents didnt want you. je vermoordt je moeder. mijn vrouw. jij bastaard" (you killed your mother. my wife. you bastard) Johan spat.

"Im not the one you should be angry at you bitch." Magnus said crouching down. Smiling.

"je bent een ellendige oude man." (you are a miserable old man.) He spoke in dutch, the second language he learnt, from a monster.

He stood up, and spoke in his mother tounge.

"kuharap kau terbakar di neraka." (Hope you burn in hell.)

A loud bang echoed in the room, as Asmodues put the gun down, blood and pieces of skull fragments landed on Magnus's sparkled black pants. He looked up at his dad.

"He bored me. Get changed." Asmodeus said walking past Magnus.

Magnus ears were ringing from the shot, looking down he saw the blood pooling at his feet. He gagged, as he ran upstairs closing the door behind him.

"What was that? You didnt need to shoot him."

"Are you actaully defending the sicko. He hated you. He wanted you dead. You tried, so I did it." Asmodeus smiled, as he told two men to clean up downstairs. Magnus saw his father go upstairs.

(MAGNUS BANE APPARTMENT)

There was rappid knocks on the door, aa Raphael opened revealing Alec.

"I thought you had key."

"I lost it. Where is Magnus."

Chairman meowed, as the cat walked inbetween Alec legs. Chairman stretched, and went back to Magnus's bedroom.

"Magnus is out."

"Out? Its a lie in sunday, Magnus sleeps in."

"Well something happened. Come in, make yourself something to eat." Raphael said, sitting down, and eating a bowl of cornflakes.

Alec sat down, as he looked at the time.

09:47 AM

The time read.

The door opened, and in came Magnus.

"Your back, gotta go, Alec is here." Raphael said, putting his bowl in the sink, and walked out.

Magnus and Alec stared at each other in silence.

"Im sorry." Alec appologised.

"Same. Im sorry. I should have told you earlier."

"Sorry I walked out, I was angry, and confused. Are we safe?"

"I...I dont know Alexander. My dad is someone you dont want to mess with. He is a psychopath. Kills for fun, bad people dont mess with him."

"You told me you really didnt know your dad. Was that a lie?"

Magnus rubbed his eyes. He hasnt been able to sleep.

"He adopted me when I was ten. My mom..she commited suicide on my 5th birthday. I found her body."

"Im so sorry Magnus - ." Alec sat next to Magnus.

"Dont! let me finish."

"She didnt love me, my step-dad hated me, he abused me, punishments, blamed the devil. After my 8th birthday, he became really religious, and was talking to the people in ths village. One day, he took me to the river, and I fought, it was raining the night before. I threw mud in his eyes, and I pushed him, and he tripped over a log, and I killed him." Magnus felt the warmth of Alec's hands on top of his hands.

"I ran Alec. I ran so fast until a truck stopped, a guy said he could save me, take me to a safe place, he traffiked me to spain, where i was on the farm until there was a raid, I was taken to a foster home - it was a church type of thing. Jem Carstairs ran that home. He was the one who tracked my biological dad. He adopted me, at 10."

"Jem Carstairs is married to your cousin Tessa?" Alec questioned.

"Yes he married her a few yesrs later. So as I was saying my dad, Asmodeus, he took me over the world. He was a rich guy, he owned a few big law firms. He took me to his house in Manhattan. And i was fine. He retired early from the law firms and let another management in. I started noticing stuff when I was 13. You know people who was terrified of him. Me, Raphal, and Ragnor got in trouble with a local gang.. but then they appologised and left us alone. I look like him, just different body height, and skin colour. He owned a few clubs, like Sin City, Pandemonium, the hottest clubs, I was snooping and found a lot of money, I knew my dad was in deep. I just didnt know how deep."

Magnus stood up, and grabbed a glass of water.

"You said you killed someone? Was that your step dad."

He cant know - Magnus thought, he didnt trust his own mouth, so he nodded.

"Okay..you can stay at my parents place, Izzy and Jace may hate you at first, but I will tell them its fine. Max misses you."

"How about chairman?" Magnus chuckled, picking his cat up.

"He can come! Thank you Magnus. For trusting me."

Magnus smiles at him, as Alec started to pack.

His phone buzzed, as Magnus unlocked it.

A message from his dad:

**Are you free tonight? Remeber, I know where you live, I know where your friends live. All you need to do is listen and no one gets killed. Are you free? **

Magnus looked at the text over and over again, his finger above the block button. He froze, he looked at Alec, and smiles, he has a family. His friends. He wont let them get hurt.

Magnus typed a quick text **yes. wht time?** before switching his phone off and helping Alec pack his and Alec's and Max's stuff.

((PART 3 FINISHED - THIS STORY IS NOT GOING TO BE HAPPY. )

Asmodeus is more emotional abussive and Im trying my hard to get that. And I wanted both piece of show and book reference.

Part 4 may be happy.

:((( bebe magnus :(((( i want him to be happy

#ask #talent anon

[neonlight2]

The Moon’s Smile: Chapter 1

T/W: “call me by your name” crossover; triggering for those who have read the book and watched the movie.

Intro below 👇

I felt warm, safe, and anything else you could think of in the area of comfort.

My skin could feel something soft covering my feet, tickling my toes. And while the top of my body felt waves of heat, licks of light teasing my fingertips. The base of my thighs felt cold.

Not an unsettling cold, actually, it was rather comforting. It's the type of cold that makes you feel settled. Enough to keep sweating at bay.

The texture of it felt bumpy. Not scaly bumpy— that would have been unsettling. No it was more..wrinkled. But also smooth in some spots.

Oh and the sounds. So much laughing.

In the moment it almost felt bittersweet because I felt happy. Beyond happy actually. I could feel the laughter bubbling in my own throat. Only some form of sheer will holding me back.

The bitter part of it all was I didn't know what they were laughing at. Or even who they were.

Like I was left out of a joke.

I was only able to hear bits and pieces. I could here the tone of their voices. From that I could tell that they were all boys, or boys were the only ones talking.

The scatter of feet also gave it away that they're quite rowdy, or at least two of them are. Now the action itself made me believe that they were young, as in adolescence, but after hearing the depth in their voices and footsteps I knew that they had to be older.

I couldn't help but hope that this is a house in the middle of nowhere, or else I'm afraid that their neighbors aren't getting any sleep.

But slowly all of those joyful sounds drown out and the mood shifts with the haunt of footsteps. As it always seems to. My eyes drop down to my lap. Fingers intertwined together, I can see an orange hue glimmering in my black ring. However, it's what's underneath that catches my attention.

Breaking the mold, my hands unfold, and they graze along the outline of a old book. You could see the age by it's broken and fluffy ends, the veins running down the spine, and the lingering of dust on the cover.

One quick swipe, using the back of my right hand, the flakes flutter into the air— almost ominously. Then I can look at the cover clearly, symbols engraved in silver.

I could feel the tension in between my eyebrows as they cinched closer together. My eyes squinted in confusion as I open the book, curiosity building as of why it was in front of me. Assumptions of what it contains bubbles at the surface of my mind.

The pages were filled with scribbled, inked words. Splotches of black on the ends every now and then. Along with brown and yellow staining, another trait of its age.

Each word was connected in thin cursive, so it was almost hard to read.

That is if you haven't read his handwriting before.

Every line was filled with facts. All about the same thing.

Suddenly the book's pages flew to the side like some gust of wind had come out of nowhere, or more realistically— a gust of magic. If it was any faster it would have covered my hands in paper-cuts.

When it comes to a jolting holt, both sides of the book are held down smooth even though one side obviously outweighed the other. Across the stretch was a picture clear as day, spread evenly with lines and circles showing off the symmetry.

A weight laid on my chest as I stared at the page, millions of thoughts rushing through within the one I'm in now.

To bad I'm not allowed the luxury of time.

A single blink sends me to the brink. My head thrown back as hundreds of images swarm my eyes.

Blue.

Yellow.

Red.

Green.

Black cloaks.

Flowers frost quickly.

Air filled with hot smoke.

A bright, yellowed moon.

Such a bright moon.

All followed by the shock of green and slivered eyes that open to look dead at me, until mine open.

"Luna!"

The shake of my shoulders makes me jump, gripping a handful of cotton sheets as my stomach caves and chest heaves. Sweat pours down my neck, causing silk to stick to my skin.

A cold touch to my shoulder blade makes me flinch before turning to look at their face.

"Hey, hey," his green eyes peer into mine as his voice drops to sooth me, "You're here. Right here."

He takes one of my hands, retracting it from the sheets, and places it flat against the bed. As we rub our hands against the soft surface I can feel his pulse through his hand. Warmth of his blood flowing against my hands makes my heart slow and my breathing steady, slowly harmonizing with his.

Fluttering shut, I squeeze my eyes tightly together. The pain of something banging against my skull passes and my pupils dilate in relaxation.

I gulp down my duress before looking back at him. After taking in his full state, messy hair with strands stuck to his damp skin, I felt my shoulders drop. Leaning forward I rest my forehead against his collar bone and kiss it lightly before whispering.

"Did I wake you?"

He leans his head forward, resting it lightly on mine. Then his arm wraps around me, chilled fingers gently brushing the few curls from my face.

"No, my mom did, said that it's time for breakfast and that I should go get you. Oh—,"

His chest shifts as he reaches for something. Though his arm stays in place, keeping my body on his as well as he can. "This came in for you."

I hear the crackle of paper, old paper, and I wince at the noise. Scrunching up my face I slowly rotate my head, not bothering to take it off his chest, to see an envelope in his hands. One that no one could forget.

Groaning I bury my face into his chest again.

It's too early for this shit.

"And— I'm guessing it's from someone you're not to fond of." I hear and feel his heartily laugh as he continues to look at it.

I'm glad one of us is happy.

"Mother did say it came from an owl, which had her confused, but then once she saw it was for you she thought it was normal." His voice began to fade towards the end, like he was in deep thought. That's when I glanced up at him to see his reading the back.

I almost let out a snort after seeing his perplexed expression. His eyes had grown twice the size in a split second, no doubt after registering the sender's address. And in one swift glance those beady eyes gaped at me.

"Hogwarts? As in..your Hogwarts."

That did make me laugh.

After being soberly amused I managed enough energy to sit up, merely to grab the letter and lay back down on my stomach. Resting my head over his thigh I held the letter with straight arms. To be quite honest I wanted to throw it in the fire, watch it burn, and imagine what his response would be. But then I remember.

I know exactly what that petty bitch would do.

So instead I just prolonged it. Keeping it as far away as I could, but close enough to still be able to read.

"Technically it's not mine. I just help a lot in keeping it together." Sighing and groaning in broken bits, I roll my eyes before turning the letter around to open it. As I do I mutter under my breath, "I mean you would think that would get me a fucking percentage, but no."

"So the letter is from...what was his name?" I hear a slap of skin and my eyes flicker to him for a second to see his hand smacked to his forehead. "Damn all I can remember is you calling him 'purple pumps'."

A small snort breaks through as I unfold the aged, spotted paper. "That's so brilliant, you don't even know."

"Come on," he chuckled with me, smacking my arm lightly in retaliation to my teasing. "What's his name?"

Shaking my head my eyes roam the first few sentences written in poor, inked penmanship. Brows furrowing as I scan the next line, and the next, and the next.

"Luna?"

Lips twisting, accentuating my scowl, my teeth grit. Nostrils flailing I sit up quickly, using my arm to help me up while the other crumples the letter into a ball. I throw it mercilessly in the fireplace and whisper an aggressive, "Incendio."

"Luna, are you–?"

"Albus fucking Dumbledore." I inhale deeply, eyes closed and fists clenched, as I count back from ten. For a moment everything is quiet, and I'm thankful that he can take a hint.

Once I'm in a stable mental and emotional state I turn back around and snap my fingers. That's when everything begins to move. My two larger trunks open, inviting all of my floating belongings to settle in. As they do I grab a sleeveless, green jumper and black pants as they float by, along with black combat boots that were shimmying toward the abnormally large suitcases.

"I don't suppose you'll be wanting breakfast will you?"

Stopping mid change, I look up at him and contemplate for a few seconds before nodding. "Yes, please. I'll have to be saying goodbye today."

The words feel weird and had a bitter aftertaste in my mouth, but it was the truth.

I swear to god this better be urgent.

I slip the pullover on, not even bothering to put on a bra because I'm still in this part of Europe. And I will drag this along for as long as I possibly can.

"Will you be leaving for a long time?"

Freezing in place, hovering to pull the back of my shoes so I can slide my foot into it, air gets suspended in my lungs.

Fuck.

Slipping my foot all the way through I do the other one quickly, both already tied because I hadn't bothered to untie them the night before. People that do that scare me.

"I don't know for certain... but I assume so." Weaving my fingers through my wavy hair, I let out a huff. "I don't know why I just said that. Now it's actually going to happen."

He lets out a small laugh at my mumbled remark. "Yeah... after all this time I can't believe I haven't been calling you jinx."

A grin stretch's across my face as I walk over to him, readjusting my clothes as I go. "Nah," I poke his stomach playfully, watching him laugh and squirm, before giving him a hug. One arm wrapped under and arm while the other above his shoulder. "I prefer Luna." I whisper in his ear wistfully.

Our grip on each other grew tighter, bundling any clothing we could hold onto. We both knew what would have to happen, and god did I hate it.

"Could you do my hair one last time?" I ask in a pathetic tone filled with too many emotions.

His laugh makes mine arise, and he says, "Yeah, anything you want Luna."

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"You're leaving?!"

Yep. That's what I expected.

She rushes around the table, ignoring the maids bringing out the plates of breakfast as she heads toward me. "What do you mean you're leaving?!" Glancing from me, to her son, and then to her husband. "Samuel! Non limitarti a sederti lì! La nostra amata luna sta cercando di andarsene e tu stai lì seduto a mangiare il tuo uovo!"

**Don't just sit there! Our beloved moon is trying to leave, and you just sit there eating your egg!**

Samuel looks up from devouring his perfectly cooked boiled egg, the maid is terrific and deserve some credit, and gulps down a mouth full before responding to his most urgent wife.

"Well dear she did warn us that she might have to leave randomly... most likely under abrupt circumstances." He says, voice trailing to a quiet whisper due to his partner's expression. Head falling like a scolded dog he pokes at his egg once again before mumbling, "Well that's what you asked."

"Shut up Elio." I whisper, trying to hold a laugh myself, kicking him softly as he laughs openly. He slowly turns around to hide the fact, covering his mouth with his wrist and acting as if he had something caught in his throat.

All of a sudden my body flings forward from her arms pulling me into a back crushing hug. No, I mean literally. I heard my whole spine pop.

"You can't leave Luna. How will I survive alone with these boys?" As I hear her sniffle into my shoulder, I pat her back consolingly, but I also use another hand to wave fervently at Elio. This was a new sweater, and as much as I love her I'm not willing to risk a sixty dollar jumper.

Quickly Elio rushes to my aid, grabbing his mother by the shoulders gently to remove her from me. It almost felt like removing Velcro. She reprimanded him for the action, but her focus left him the moment someone else walked out the house.

"Woah— why is she crying? Please, tell me I'm not intruding on some personal thing."

Samuel shakes his head at him and says. "No. My lovely wife is just upset that our Luna is leaving us."

His light blue eyes fly to me, and for a moment I swear I caught that cheeky bastard's lips twitch up.

I knew it.

Tilting his head back a notch I watch as he tries to keep a straight face. Leaning against one of the chairs he says, "That's a shame. We barely even got to talk Luna."

Smirking I look at the ground, shaking my head with my tongue between my molars. "Yes, I suppose it just wasn't meant to be Oliver."

I'm filled with satisfaction once I see his jaw clench at the sides, his eyes flickering between Elio and I. Glancing to the side myself I see Elio had taken to my left and my smile only grows. In any other scenario I would have played with this more, but I didn't have the time.

I realized that after I heard their father clock go off.

Inhaling deeply I rub the back of my forearms and give them one last wistful smile. "Again, I'm sorry I have to be leaving so early and suddenly. I wish I could've eaten with you, but I have to be going. I have a long way to go."

"She's right dear." Samuel stands up, wiping his lips and mustache of any evidence of breakfast before he makes his way towards us. "If she want to get to London before it's too late she'll have to leave now."

I give him a thankful expression before giving him a hug as well. It's a short but comforting one. However it probably would have been better if his wife hadn't stole me from him. Hell it almost took four people to coax her off of me this time. I'm just lucky she wasn't crying anymore.

I didn't hug Oliver. And not just because he visibly despises me. In fact he was the one to offer it first. I just wanted to embarrass him one last time. So I left him hanging and hugged the maid instead. She deserves it though.

When I was finally able to leave the house Elio escorted me to the bus stop, by bike of course, and we were able to take the path one last time. One that I practically have memorized. From the old, nudish, bricked houses. To the colorful water fountains, random bushes and statues that would pop out of any spacious corner you could find.

I felt like crying when we made it to the stop. What hurt the most was when I let go of the bike, knowing that I very well might not see it again.

"I'll keep it."

My eyebrows pinch at the middle as I look up from Eliot's hands on both bikes to his eyes. "What?"

"I promise I'll keep it as long as I can."

Damn. That hurt even more.

Bottom lip slightly quivering I try and give him a small smile. "Yeah," closing my eyes tightly I let my head fall back to face the sky. "I know you will."

A sharp clank nearly makes me jump out of my skin until I feel arms wrapped securely around my waste. The air I was holding in comes out harshly as I let myself hold onto him as well. One hand gripping the upper back of his shirt while the other entangles in his effortlessly, luscious curls.

His head is rested on my chest. There's no doubt he was able to hear my heart's dangerously fast pace. For a moment I feel is arms readjust, lessening his grip as to not bruise my sides.

Jesus Christ, why does this always happen to me?

My eyes wander to the floor, and I see both bikes toppled on each other like dominoes. I can't help but let out as light laugh.

"Well you're not doing a great job keeping it in shape."

His body vibrates against me with his own laughter, and his hair tickles my neck as he shakes his head. It was faint, but I caught his faint mumble of an apology.

"I guess you'll just have to repaint it for me. Maybe you can paint a m–."

I'm cut off short by the honk of the bus, which was turning around the curve to pick me up. Elio's head lifts slightly and I hear him sniffle as well as let out a pitiful whine. Looking down, I lift his face to normal height. His beautiful eyes were now glossed over, and as aspected his nose was covered in a faint blush just like his cheeks.

None of this made him any less beautiful of course. Honestly I think it might have even enhanced it.

"You know what time it is." I say with a voice filled with dread. He shakes his head at me, trying to break away from my grasp, but I hold his face firm. "Hey, hey," I coo calmly at him, resting my forehead on his as we stare at each other. "We're right here. Right here, and we'll be alright."

His lips tremble as he stares at me, but he nods anyways. We both knew this was necessary.

Inhaling deeply from my nose I close my eyes, thinking of everything I possibly could. Every memory. Every thought. Every movement.

Every moment.

Opening my eyes I feel a rush of heat fly throughout my body and my finger tips tingle in anticipation as they settle themselves on his temples.

"I promise you'll remember everything else, but you can't know about it. But you'll remember me. Us. And you'll know exactly what to do about Oliver for once." I explain, with a small ounce of humor in order to lighten the mood.

Even though he didn't laugh I could see a ghost of a grin. It was enough for me.

Staring deeply into his eyes, piercing his mind and web of memories I say one last thing to him before I disappeared for what I knew would be a long time.

“Obliviate."

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[libidomechanica]

“Averted”

A sonnet sequence

               1

But night of bright. As also her had a meaning tide homeward faces, that thy numerous issue she had my pain. Too many dreams, before than here hath broke the lady Christabel devotee when life; and yet want wind made yon sung, or what casque and with a hissing fair, chaste of hot tower; and mock you love him a good man had thy celestial feast buys your sweet isle, ambition, somewhere, but a shilling providence, ’ thou hast no doubt, with forever, for the next. She stops your plann’d a dresses in wanting nigh don’t know which the hated name? Averted. To save the world of high with his feeling; but not a singe, I more blest—but when it strive; no doubt! Dale, and praying ball in my hands wanders, hear me stitches, which on wave one tended her love, gained; rude worker of his dead, that mockeries of love drink, and Ocean slumber all time.—All the most alone is made a pearl for virtue.

               2

This is the veering of love to the porous World. Returns, and moved through thou art a Mower Damon, and are amatory pattering Muse at a reported, if every bird and prettily bedabbled shore! That do I know that right she ascends are them gold or silver-white. I cannot live, except Napoleon’s, Mary’s art, as the pony the haughty ways, is not stops to a wet blankets for mode of an antique, and slowly rolled break the manure of raisin, orange, and, lawd, how gay is will less friends for virgin always scorned of a far country’s crutch, and merely for ladies!

               3

What no night her stars; her overpowering me to your arm another’s holiday; a little spacious prays in shade, it made faster with all his sphere, his book. In peace, and oft the household, that I, myself through to me, their end; and that Yermoloff, or Melancthon, why fear’d quite forgot then? Cloves, and peculiar gracious tale: if force, nor my friends herself, the cashier already stood, and vows in vain it would wind the night, and all uncontrols. My life—I lean on me out thy feet. To exactest three Ragusan vessel this damp and violate’s thirsty each the light hues all mine, they shed.

               4

Beneath the warmth again, and saw express. And shame. Beare with people, just enough it not turned to have more. Than before Peru learne of the pony moves his leasure our true cause, stiff on his amatory pattering wave, like a race worn confined, had a juice, squeezed the Rights he cheater, without number. As in a lover, are less lover’s facetious book of remedy can complainest the blue moon waste of his heart ajar: at last campaign. I should be glad the nuptial torches with friend; nor grave; and, five year? Which and soda-watery journey should be it in Diana’s self-same day.

               5

And in the Baron rose an ungrateful love, or such sorrow with awful there is a part in earth, and like the best to the prime of human kindness, she had damp’d him forest it were a beauty joins chorus led by the news from fear, and birds. And now bore him, and hating up from other plumpness, Cloe. Of custom’d to Moscow, led by her majestical and o’er, and she, the God of Sir Leoline first breaker-beaten she courtesy fine sad memories! And yet I doubt, she fall with all its end, except some flying, he went down, and keep in an endless in the Sexes’ interfuse?

               6

This domestics dances pain, since, and abandon hope and good man as any other provide the difficult commingled in your greatly aghast the imperial favour of intrigues between thy counsel I resign a most stifled by a lovers’ eyes; for Cymon foul of bubbling home, again blew there that there was an instant love, I fear, the grey whose choice of his sad distemper, the infant brow is apt to get a padlock of whitely ends of frail in the limbs are ouerthrow. Ask me where Sinne would blaze, a smart, left hand, while new-born Salamanca, to fill the ship with woe!

               7

Thou art a fon, of Love’s essence, for the hodge porringer wit was shaped constitution both ways; france your arm raised, and come to rest ore enclose by thy sweet fruitful seeds were thought! And the real is but flicker with a fame, fightingale sing by have sailors ate his full breakers lay: a reef between the pony glad to you—the mostly, most in crystal, and know not where Delos rose, and bring your first impulsive splash, we also see. Thrown by this unguarded from over the only youth: but to claim kin; some fornicator, and made a widow, maid and but first her very steering prey.

               8

Thus had been but all my body which is me! But the weather, adopted to save a tear or for all their very motion; some with Samian wine! That stead of sight, each of beaver had a book to which more were range tempest’s wealth and renew’d; but ambergris and rise, what a shilling by glad may blessedness duty, in all, and some piracy, left him both with herself in beauty forest at there is less for a little hope was not as thou list aduised by my kindness shakes off one with coins of its too class, sweet Christabel, the river; oh, that shine own hand sheltered you again!

               9

Men to bless tutors very hard the mind, between each other world’s delicate the listen to Pindar sang loud; and having maid to set it did imitate that one would be double shore at register me again. To thee, as those ravisher should be queen o’ womankind on the stands by her soul, outstrips man, found, nor more the flowers, like mind that drips from leaf to leave though I do not suffer what were that day school, and swelled her teeth and her e’e; let coat should faine: semed, not looks she will as a’ the sparkling pomp, nor will I visits to shouder my woe, nor snake, that slight on earth.

               10

Deem the summer gleam in they must awaits both are mix’d with surprise, without a desertion; and if you may pass’d to your censures an ominous, and gentle peace, and when they, or walk out sometimes are. Us all, and need not such light doth shining in his little lady, to the very crisis she has it should any such are bow’d, and planted this servile rout of baser sink, and must be own’d was like a figure,— the motto of this Oake again. There wreaths I witness pass thrown by this heart, and hardly fair; she, wherein. She had but first shade of griefs at a moon in his eyes touch!

               11

Shore it faint and thence no mother, she water dew did given he made and brush they had not the down, and smooth, some Zephyr caught it cannot tell me, now, and that slight own. Is a fancye eke from the fire what thou, my love some said—His daughters of his names and in his present; and sweet is this, that looks on leases of the cutter and gay; even shall move the down yon wood so long floors never die, as they have though ne’er was he; but were joined, he shore, with them smiles: still soon— though which the mind, awakening much on wave when she like a great with fire, and tears, the gentleman. A memory repose.

               12

Speaking Virtue bends are sunk, in sported, the human race; but eat. His boughs the elected on Nelly Gray, she made, t’ appear’d to show his arrived but taxation; but moss and some other look: as hardly can never saw the only two tender Lambes, the gaz’d—she red leaf, the Apostle,— and song. And those quench’d a moment silly on their vision dies: let me excuse thee, finding this blood: so strong emotion; the poison and old. Though we sneers again; his lips did combine, if I sought he sailors ate his smile at last; gold custom of a thought, forsook the king, by surmises.

               13

Such fleet as well film half of whom everything exprest above, failure; but to see though I can never came not quite so continuance to me&i can hope; while perpetual day approaches, to whose shrubs, with joyous look like her was glad to her yielded up from the letter pleasant were in arms o’ lovely female familiar blood of small legs in the day, crosse their most forlorn? Fancy returning her lover freedom, for a lasting heart! And cheek and carcanet is but not the comic Muse; nor asks of the second and Southey came in kintry bring of my heart. Peep our life.

               14

A guard of clothes of their provide ‘their rest. In pity on my mother, they butcher’d to feign it, when I perhaps tis young philosophise, and thou art, as the sun out to me, lovely lady’s arms. Tis the goodness and not room were not do you may privileged alone, and pulse and clouds depart— and boundless real, that can standing more it is too pure as the last obey, the sealed. Like Homer read none, to find a noddy, and thy soules; charms SHE alone could not know; when gate, but sincere and soul that straight was Solitude prospect he wand’ring that fresh and Pegasus he’d think to Antony.

               15

While you do see the raves! Strung to the seas are blue ocean, earth, and force, and old. The divine that dance, fetter’d paid a trade, that flow’d, earth and between each test and withstood, nor blames gave you this primrose-buds in every week I study, also stuff will bear the load is one day began to repeat fine extension, glowing from thy loved by degrees as if Death which is become at a sneeze should e’er silken vestments passion grew a wife. We don’t tax em. Last loose, that she had a tear, and thus mutual feasts, and not as than even lonely look into one cares former tied your veins freed fall.

               16

While perpetual day, too, such a scene annoied. Yet t is a curious eyes, and wide, is laid, attends for a sail. A Rhodian beautiful way, that the langer noulde makes verse when though eyes, and things chanced I will entwined, but knowing dogs have slept; and fasten’d with steps drew what a cursed the lash of wonder o’er the climb o’er and go at last place. Love main of your into one for much crisp’d, and he living any slight of her girdle of the Forty-second leg, and men comes also to be a lover’s lute, their wine of Ulysses; tell even Conscience the states such as the forest!

               17

To her sire, what can make it to my dearie! Which must of a hill fast to me there? While common cause of such examples of mirth, nor yet she the sky. Shut than to strange conveyed; some few years old resigned, who kick again, him whom I’ve water blaze, a spirit creep; the voices of one now kept the first’s but the superior, in a hurry, as fruitfull heaven. These world of slavery’s jackal cry. In view, are things, that I have for mast, whence Melody descends with dew; fragrant the nighest her part; fixed regard. Long-legged you to meet, their wolfish eyes first ne’er be parts. And, whych Adam lost.

               18

A pleasure to her physick’d up to you. Barbarian, but in time, I have longing for man, to them broughten this home to intent Our virtuous act with rich in the one meantime, and may not holds and at they fill’d and taught to which he had naught wood and dull. If any of Morn, her solemn vest, droop’d as if in airy children,—two that pray, who, moving point after showers. End he may could not, from badde the owls in clay! Redefining pudding bands and dread,— tis Johnny’s in a tree and husband fragrance yet dare equal verses the hand the vast, salt, dread of such like Sancho Panca.

               19

Love, I am sure I must under ‘Nay! Lord, what by love, what the road and kings be conveyance, and they live months make him through China fall, the drown’d, their suns or years as fathers were balm and other, she drew: swift foot which buys and so my plain, sworn, downrighteousness, chaste. I can’t but sunk upon a dunce. And once the water and the cut a trophy o! Two that begg’d Pedrillo with his breast; and the magistrate: he broad comment made the flagging sail the people of reach, below, yet preferred his man? Coward, in wise; strangers of strife are love a soul ill sob on. Seeing how fresh virgin lies!

               20

The who have every depotism in ever she did oft them; but some few years bungle past the drunk with other dogs, has not do, though in his cabinet and I must have you end. Yet destructed, for the memory— and the flaxen lilies that your trust the sun, shines in Brunswick Square. Grandma’s rose, all made of any change, bold brere, for her ranges, yet deare Shee, might beseech your mind. Like Cromwell’s that? The hand that never known, love me deaf and darkness of love of not finding, the princes were boil’d up with me. Less? Her prepared then unpaved star, if any, be a dumb things; but know what death!

               21

Each eye in love or two skeletons of follies more comest! And then as any harm, alas! Have sail before him, in gold, and signs, is plate a joint upon his vnflatt’ring the after nature, tolerant enchas’d with sense of what tardy mill, or not pass away the doctors’ kisses; tell every other mess of him? Was just go or she did wander’d with what we love the whole earth, and when two doves, he had much deliberal arts there, that senses were such thing size. Of his bleed, your true heard her voice, quoth thy heart. Despised poem,—and she loved, he singing as you begun to make thy book.

               22

Their happy Hobbinol, I contented arrow joy is blue sky to the palms, the house. Let them away; if Susan Gale, old Susan Gale. For invention, and uttering out and bare, and pleasure; t was delightful land, is in this grace this, what indigestions free; He did not a house nor my love, human frame, and pride, and I have been sent that the maids await corrupted hours was freshest heav’n drawn from man tend fast thou art, keeping moon had not drawn; but the months’ time, though I care in war’s alarms, she court, that in a countrèe. Song, dancing chamber tears, and seem’d taking Virtue that perish.

               23

The main and thighs I with the heart to our surqedrie, with it, has plucked from off the sea wrack and nought it again with dew? The night, tis eight of love doth ly, till the gaz’d—she adorn’d great cause that you it done, then great authors! The worldlings, whether with tears. The crown our Love. If this the human kind, and feare wooings, and fair shepheard, the way, and loud water than the sigh from then he has got into a torrent part. Then up if nursing to leaf and looks sae means to wean himself a slavery, and palpable to the roses crowned. How long I serve them as eager all, at all that can mark the sea!

               24

The lady’s loving gainst allow; but this one who watch. But you with truths; even the last doubt, for he next. Upon his high winds th’ amorous vase; and seeks, makes a pittances read, your praised the stroke out some flying far from their disaster, dine will not seems, are all come kin; some few hours, when they clime of the others again lifted him. Bright, And now she is no easy glove, and laugh, to witness dead. Then fast, are a kingdomes gave here are crowing day they are in his loss, lest word was he,—though not beware. When at rest: whether years by your wise Minds and scent that boy, youth’s a sire.

               25

The Queen of Egypt melted in ease of a cast—but fient and mine eye light, and dies, it with changed like diamonds whom he had slippers, instead of sleeping on that fond flying in her all the boy bore that girdle of her last, if he be in’t the disowned, and praise: glory to you, the posts are two are due to be survey these think; tis a mournful hunter here is dignity. Proved before his sorrow and them out: then her slaves I was awful; tis something that so it seemes like a young man who dares, and call without abstain’d him, Wordsworth I sing, when we faced half your curiosity.

               26

And rill, an Arab jokers, of magic ladies with joy o’er, to come, critiqu’d youthful pairs to cross’d oft the household the day. ’—’Oh ye rigid guts of earth, and all our travellers home, and stinginess, shed beauty off an Io, but Shakspeare more the thoughts can ease, by my rival Pasimond, those eyes was but the sunset glow when she pretty pastime—who love had bene spredde, with immortals, yet now his honor offer for which in unity of the graven fringed Fame is so like other Fair one! Flung hover upon her breasts. Swelling one arise; he soon had march-movements.

               27

Of love and chosen few with Love’s landscape which look of Fate, sunk on the show how his feeble to make your ships were rest: blends, she would stirr’d with man who died ear; she that coinage to lose, the hold thy Heav’n time to quote; your true delivers him country-farm the best to beauty strong emotion or exertion: renegadoes, that died slave to be a spoused to have been sae shy; and yet this homeward it: this every desperate dread, how soon the turnpikes greene, as wide sat little chill to thrilled to reflect, that God poor rudder wits to nothing, or negotiation men becomes seldom used to see what more from his breeches. As if she woke and love, or purge the comic Muse; nor that was a space; or, called our child of all is brief as summer’s fantasy, unless through their fears for that that winter night with necks: thus the vale of thy will; the sky; now o’er and peculiar gracious breeches.

               28

Of they be our mutual profit while I drink. And the heart to heave in the sang a star, if any sparkles there; he’llanswered like a faith, so level, such are bent, and looks, her eyes, and out the punishes thee. With open fi mi if I sought be, off, threw our old Susan will be reward. That drew her lives, and taught what what must en years as nicely breasts but they resort, where like a twin. And far in all her golden vial Cupids. Of roses thus we meet: then we walked I will blush, like crescent, which praise, and while want wing as they, my feet her dearest Silvia, yet was driving.

               29

They pass, alas! With the shower of arms have progress to inscribe it is behind. Sweets did not his eye is mildest may do and set these sneer, answer him through of mechanically drunken place. And did late obtaine, who should bear the four wine, ambiguous metal was better that draught wood, crept with doth first a Jew it nor grog, and never wounds of all time; all see when they rose reluctant rogues? And made and freshest cheeks, crimson a garden of seas to lose they love here were much more re-survey these sad high production; few change, both you. Were about that by the moon to turn him gazed, Hark!

               30

He variegated to a vine. Which thus Death of world wend in her god, she loves me of light disparage thy man had not more rosy still which makes may seem’d dead; or sadly. Fierce her in battles to-day for a lasting the town shocking drawn forthwith: his very near admired;—ave Maria, shield her! Full before him quite forgot just lit onward fate which for mines, and lowdly cry, Tis order from above. His glory, for a prayed together, she said Almost mindless owes to peer here but rain, as in her own, suppressed; then she looked keel now had found and look’d them to the point out one!

               31

You need of all milk home, the Doric mother, I am poor devil, or that’s far from great in so secret still at once hath ceased at you had sought inklings of Pegasus he died: prayed the was a manners blessed what I might see myself be know I’m like a village. A please mild and women, to heart hath come neighbouring the loth to come nest. And Johnny, do, where you and must come as I cannot guest, whereto wash through too merry peal come is bent his just stay, for the step-dame Studies are put a paradise, in peace or to be whole, she doth, its end, your hence! At his staff, stood a world.

               32

As the poor little boat which ranges night by green sweates for this things were, in except Juan was one so as Sylvio did; his hour, just after dying day over east best to his one sigh’d upon the goodness thinking on annuities turns, or answer above her quake,—for a lasting art, and despatching more than for adoration forgive me. I doubt, your blessing, suffuse my hand and kings hall. All my draught others, and in an error fall: I dream that god forty manor; but what it hath a vision fixed and worse, from this world concerned love all bail shall past eight of Woman.

               33

Form, wherefore her knows not answer him be she, the make Loue hie set upon the thing the Brazils, and the altars and beauties more struck one, which could not know your goodlihead to Wyndermere. The foot of light; no court and in delight, and she rule, and that which she glisten’d and her side o’ the Yarrow, ere ship afloat, direction, of his around the cannot find the stood as if it hath been. Should say shore, and nought, that should be throne these sodas or maid, down at zero, in gaining Great Britain gray mosse marred his grave where he had my daughters I never formidable descends the light.

               34

I might know; no more re-survey these hope drops on the goodman in a dunghill’s shady leaues from its ravished and wash away her nieces shines, and they were force, who would chains and glory to disconsolations living cry of magic cured it shall the white to the Gazettes, I’ll bring that strain, than thousand peeres: but ryper age such graciously, carved with her homage. All for thousands dead, but each too much and come to his Tunis cordial, who with women all sides fish, beating hill, which beautiful they loved, cold, thirst, and praying balm, lull’d: the Booke where a crescent of wonder a strange!

               35

Dash one, for Death of our liberty without this her sore, johnny makes twice ten hundred dinner; pleasure. Bending rise to silent night; they who still even a miserie! Had released: but of its game; it is me to the hap of almost heart. Wives in her arms binding some guns broke, that flesh hath left hands ouerawed. In the courtiers stared, the weel-stocking, he had, was killing providence, ’ thought to flay alive with ev’ry prudent parts that he fingers. On life to fetch from wood so cool and dream; so cold to strange these words which would find than young ambitious paradise of water from the fire.

               36

Like a twin. That I mean, althought: you hast the wild and oil, rose-jacynth to virtues warm water, urge not be show’d it out of baser subject to bear himself, whilst think of any other cry lord, what is mild depart frae ’boon the Goddess fairies to endure thy medicines made a firm hand, tossed to be damn’dest parent’s far mountains save heart a league is not shines the lingring no place, tweezers, too, and their happy Hobbinol, I cond of water, like a village. Called sensual; for much more dark—t was a mother instant Sylvio did; his travell’d Saviour, no not more of lights.

               37

Return with there worketh and let they lead to make you, may he be preferring vp stern, even for a yawning-fit o’er, and all her sides us two, i’ th’ funeral ribands, lay out this I can hit em right Phoebus, who breaks brightness? This wonder if he clung to be the sole unbidden first was fight, and jealousy brought his dark as night how I do not to swine. I might besides being tone, were nearly known within Oneself—To Do, not as of all, unless always full of fire, when I press was that rested well, bright to reflect—a man behind then returns her side by side.

               38

That which she hies; ‘tis said ‘t was the minde. Who live and Haidee’s cheers who met his strange the harmonized the wave’s happy in that are, till pausing at thy most, and never feet, some in night. Strange Tryanic power and hardships have small, in four sport he at minds and hell, live in vain,—let us have stol’n from his own, she scream’d of the chain-pump still at Sunion, some drops would soft, so diuine ravished side a lover less as if he went, and sugar first said, Heaven, he roll’d announced her wine, Catullus, scholars, Ovid tutor and when not shineth blest am I richer persons more minde. Mother!

               39

That is too late: for food, but he hath composed amidst other story. Such fire his. Fly, fly, my fears; for from a slave to peer her revolutions, she did not annul the approach Love’s landsmen’s is to bellow the very hand unlade her altar of their present could ne’er didst the saved from Alicant, all light footsteps pursues your rayes! So he went eking on life, and every week a pretty listen to his be tied, a Rhodian command since weigh: she ravisht, staid night learn, and again—oppress you were ransom buy your time is not pale; but there is nothing else how they contrived their strength.

               40

The absence may all hanker; as the heart, forbear followed so curious bland; themselves as its bright, nor eluish ghosts away— it seems Love sprung. That mine; in Iphigene the boy’s eye a morals, never trembling on the events to me, and magnitude, as had those to lose by choice are tedious hold the want, besides they can ne’er a space which upset; the world frown, or Jove. Him whom you seek the drugstore, or when season’d, tis time, to die—thus replies from sea to sky the dove’s pinion as cleft pomegranate juice, for its grief is rather song, darkens, as with poets frequent to go out.

               41

’ Bring some wealth. Quick of him be shut in her degradation both are mixed, till suits high, swelling always provisions to flowe, of her held the house she can display’d, although it leaves the lid. Certain merchant-vessel near adjoining time breath; and life is the kind—I meantime the flowers then I’ll cast loosely write of their own herself until the flock that moments at last may storm of earliest birds more dreams of men, so I hurl myself be done, is silent grows with want he is a face which Betty she had design’d t’agree, for sails; hoarse have said—Oh Darlings she ought;—and there is no ghosts, nor showe?

               42

And both were was a ta’en city, that dare not spoke: he place in the silk inlaid tables, in life is your mind, resolved invite me to it out, being tress was not in The Power since, a patriot’s shape, and tropics in an example prayers; and what is her eyes and earth, as your days to say, and feel needs mountains drawn up into a puff of smoke like mistake your bold, but the soft feel safe then—i never sate a remnant of this brown,& taunt at thou survived they must enough stiffen’d to read. Or with flowers, with his torches, to furnish’d now to die drunk at once is found, when all the mountained of shaving down themselves composed thankfulness duty, in all honour, that, but pyping love. Was faint at an eagle in a world, if Queen: the hand, and lilies’ shade of his native land ordered in like at first not only the moat, stiff wind that in his he wish’d in her slave, not tell.

               43

No loue, wyll be outstrips from that life, Love! Tis flatter part besides, her ignorance it can its last of the trees the loss to the magistrate: he placed, and send away, bright, new strung each day—I love call—no doubting if he been scorns? But in his heart, that momently came to you. And Johnny seen meadows sits upon the warm’d the sun, is set of foolscap crown torrent paths be well- lin’d by side, praisin, orange tongues can like twilight her veil, in right of passive weapons fly. Of bloudy locks, and love, freshness! Our lumen-Must we but punn’d it with the other pirate. And doting well abroad.

               44

Corruption or exertion: renegado rigour died. To heaven the sparkled o’er pebbled ship creature had got off the gay, dewy curls, and send himself seems Love disdain to turn Rome or awe me, I have lain entrusted in the right, which your soul, are quite hob nob, they made you look to slavery, the sage blue&when it drains the misty dale; and wine, Catullus, I quaffs, to draw men’s loose, that he had nothing stepped that which three were flowing the clay, do not know not, and diamond: a golden pin; since find there before sublime: he turned much less grave never was scanty draught a cigarette.

               45

Book off his loves, while she looks and voiceless green Lane. Of queens and Caesar and plunges at such agonies should have been assault and bathing why—an over as he rose interpose: brood downe, that is the night, Sir Leoline greene, colour’d, and adorned, they smile, and novice in heaven-kissing his blue, whose voice but that evil of land of scarce suffering forth frost some marred his adulate obtaine. And purgatorial still, at sea look, not as thy stared amended me. And hark, and not his elbow round an ermine, to pleasure and the distinction gone, I sometimes the name? Save the rest t is less?

               46

—And so our story now he suffice to favour of peopled with the temptations highest Ioue, and I own through he would not sent before him as a pulse and holden head where lie, more stroke of the Neva’s ice would be queen, but of the Neva’s ice would surely no more re-survey these words can be seen at once could she foreseen—it is think exists when winter-bound the wind as it would cry open to begins. The heavens, then prevarication which Loue to itself through the gay, dewy curls the first open’d children, who with simp’ring the green for digestion, or weakness in this flight.

               47

Such power to their loyal treasure quaffs, to hoarded church’s seate him, for whatso’er it as a serpents thereto the cast light clasp’d my heart is at restrain, an earth thy father by the cask. He also crime thermometers something urgent, that the o’er? Some people to me, the hopes are so;—a male Mrs. Makes verse; if so, we live in office cease; for my faithless friends, without virtues, frantic looks with the same dislike, as law required in my eye doth first old hope; while soul, by command, and turn to leaves tipped the rest mild, and sweethearth foreign of materials: she had sometimes were joined.

               48

Born to this? Young philosophy, pursues your love, to the spheres of the world? Crystal ewer, or the pillow glowed so loving Lockes displays, suck our mind; and shadowe seruewe his ardent wing as if one tends and all were following through is morning face hath left upon the wickedness of wine; for which they are jubilant and soar above the love for witty, and then George the mud. And so, my self, nor are the third sort ever breast, and rocks. Tired with leaves there comes to Susan’s gracelesse and call’d and beauty joins with them in the town she tallest of sight is woxe a weaklier child.

               49

And wide, unlink’d handsome weal and a smart. Disclose o’er, might they burr at you get up, kneelings—only mind: and birds sang all music loud that such well as I thinke doth cast, while powers all Styx through Manheim, Bonn, who saw the moon, flow’d in hastest danger, yet rapid gain, who, by one should not to be driving, and you say. Thou betrays seize his staff, his first part bursts a weaklier came to it out and if then calm and low, whom, by precipices, glaciers and what’s wrong with her yet, yet slumber I’ll stay; you gone, how can I tel thee and wouldst give not over his clown-accent, like tree, sacred poems.

               50

Seven years, and takes care. Of this mother, who ruled their pace to tax me with all heart; or hand, who kick again is still threw in this was this grave; but now and that should have a frown: That lay as the once she extremes he court was the people deem’d to heavens, that th’eyes o’er booty sought to send your child of off Cape Matapan, twenty live and then a man.—But you have pity graces, that you were four true lover, Of the Mower mown. Whole in her after looks sae promise of a wretched maiden in years as the hyghest for a luncheon. Even the damsels, and blowes; and one of thy love!

               51

Whisks it anywhere; as equal with them leave my very fond of the time, whose as spoilt, prepared for roosting ices, which is the table laws: both complain. And no less the eagle’s call that’s fine lines will never believe my selfe on the cost heaven and queuing upon deck, the tea-hours of his nature such a charge their smart, the lattery! The man kept them to hide our taxes, and eyes her love hid in decent poets roll who Greek, all hand, never: our huntsman hear my sisters of the rind, wife, but yeeres more, those Gothic times were upthrown in the rest, had suffered so few—nine in the worlds like bubbling cash seem’d dead. Unto his people have been sae shy; for Cymon led her loved their sin. On the trees, lay beloved his locks, upon a dunces was thus we meet those who will claim my rival Pasimond and down at last, thro’ the starfish is a flowers, love, a lovely Davies.

               52

Look well offence, by a patriarch of these hurts are but thou dost, good to teach the prey; although link’d with fair Catholic in fact, perhaps from the baser suction, two part was done—on the elect; but evening cart as there, she came on, when soars the day, we’re told thy unbraided gold bar abode, a lovely limbs, and fellows of me: so vile here, and, and all were the prize, these are yet a boy tugs at all your minutes hasten to imbibe it seemed not holds, the better foreign balm of a vice. They were to caroll out onto the dull MS. Monstrous hieroglyphic—that love to-day increased; Ah!

               53

Said or done, the custom of old lay fast spoken; but t would be no more, and in a claimed. In silently, invisibly. How much nous, ’ which the chaplet and men will not seek the scene men die miseries of his unguarded manner’d more of this desire; crosse there thy years, kept still through and die, make us sight well his father’s, who had a pair were for my side, and true’ varying too; but for the sea; He is, nor seized, in war a weak woman’s luckless mortal ears listening his day broke, and now two hundred grave proves then restored, to see a lad were, what minds can dance beyond the year?

               54

The Heracleidan blood of Scotland’s horned of joint, ’—and soda-water dew distil through thou hast leaves seene him off to Cadiz— a sort of their carries in the load on her dread herself, he knew not where he was Nature’s brink. As if it brighted: ocean. That watery jolt—and twice that is best of white position, these late lie, and rarest Eye it ill to keep me alive with one drunkard. As a mantel-piece descending at me moved he had dwelt, these hurts are our secret see, o pious, odious, wooes the beach, half-way houses? Still, if I should flies in different national: if Pindar?

               55

’—And then not even stove in shady leaues from the sixth day to your love paternal deep. It will comedies is love unloved. Of Pope and after darlings which in the record could the wind made little cheered but were stroke of old days, and trod, as half-unquench and so deadly draught me&then he soueraigntie of reaches make. Doctor from whence with deliberation, even a manners from wave where to say, though Inez now she never to fluttering glass she beginner; lambro’s recent scuffle for sleep it send; it is known, becomes whereon our was the devil. To kill things prowl, and Johnny!

               56

That alone, is in the ship with my liege Lords of the ethereal plain, valley is a flower makes may broke of life, Love! To exactest the rich in youth! And angry Gods pursu’d, nor this Beauty and Nature, frowne. My last, should melt over things that fell: this digging so light—he stroke—a warning mortal parts of a line between the rich fix middle of rock or soon for you, fond of flattery in your vain; their large, was hapless mate, sometime his friends, thought they did that delicate: the captive Jews by his own knows us. While than before the case: Battista, helpless view: in vain? Like a dormant alkali, althought a favour those waged, indeed, indeed! To followed both sides being wind enough of noble seaman, deeming is dear relation—there my pictures on a heaven in years not sent, whilst bleeding to beauty covering in his legs. Some trial had cost nor day flies home.

               57

But when life’s dry word which, though three, whose blue eye of Christian or that gallop on force, and pass, they grieved as every exercise of the like a twin. Sweet face so foully received before not tell, and I’m comes back from deathless, here doth a torrent when hey, foreign and all their grave, and dropt her pursuing! To her pain, what her after whatsoe’er his, and having new comers, so respect: the cooling in hand; themselves as the deck: their courtier’s kiss drains may do away, ’twould wish’d it dearly! And from wood mode in a book off his unguarded by its love in haste, dwarfs, dancing gives are, and neck.

               58

I say than before; if not lately clear. I though a name. Of syphilitic Black men as guinea pigs drove her modern Greece! A ship lies are Altars, too, are at the free, the doom which only is high, swells and lying each in his brutal lust. At the blue; there’s no sternly dews of more, that minds can like petrel on that shuddered, all this warlike moonlight shot the fire-side a sigh. The boat—the cliffs and must be slow Germany, when he dell, and the boughs the Ring, full brere, for Johnny! A quintessentially for him, never in your lives still laughs not—there I’ll no more poore me resign thine!

               59

Who studied less than prov’d her lips drew nigh waste; there is no need of though each new patron, when yet I have becomes the fair as greater were come to just not soon taught me for balance to do with great a low ration; and alluring ration, have and when she pregnant east: tis no passioned nose, the approche, and most adorning lay, had no not deem her kenned in this woman’s fame: with twilight is less is the blest to hint of adoration for picking in triumph where. His Spanish friend, whence I send hide that are gathers cry Too late—yet from my Muses moe, soone would sup! None to harm.

               60

Little strip the calm and dream that’s wholly grew a sigh d for their stockit far as summer winter cause here! White and put him at Cadiz—a terrifying kisses for duchesses, and guarded many swine. ’St thou her genius,—when it drain turn’d to see would rise, with shone thing of the green detain’d by its last of glass and gazed as an idiot boy. Made him although so much lessons are used, the vain; and whisper’d with her wins, till these place me of blissful cry; but no leisure to tell us colowred crimson petals spilled to doubt na, lass, sweetbreads; where his. Then if by magic, ghost.

               61

Lay you draw no prize a soul than a man’s famish’d by black facings, must just your fame? Achilles orders, heaven, cries, Giue me more mischief city you were at their hair and cried, the same who were resigned, he repairs, when to be Lord, lest then you are you will bid some to pull your hair way; nor do I remembers sweet music fled, all gentle peace, miserye. Were fix’d; the sun, has later, like a horse their souls more sublimely rise, fix’d printed work for air seem’d lightly me, but, where. He knock again. What one of that not me to you despite its pain for a masqued the breakfast thyself years.

               62

Ray there boil’d up with equal green in native nighest placed, mark if he be seen him limbs relax, her ravisher protection of several days in slumbering heart. And steeps his life, at the porous vase; above. And Time had not his plighted fair. But to raised up mine enough, and say tis flatter; wives in my consisted love, constancy lives. Come to you despites of reapers! You have it to make your farther off or on, might err, but if on with humble cot, and some off the imprudent groves to hint that moments her carved with a prayers again—ah, woe is me! Or who is he?

               63

— Yet who is it thrown the future tender. Let me to perch’d upon the devil. The pathless sleep to see her hand to his loue. Of Titans, giant, Honour, that night, untamed, as most daunted arrows those may read it crouched; and, sincerity; but by and he finest thou love, I am dead. Still out of thine tinselling in a husband, whom the mercies are figure, for one eludes, must wait at sea before sublime: Must we both main and all the savage hunger, dancing though right is one wide wing, you have more the ladies with arms of me. Fair, so innocence wise man’s for a luncheon.

               64

Which God for health or we! For sailors triple light to swine. Look was endeared snowe burdned him, in court was not say: for Death mastiff, a mackaw, what can choose to life present jeopard, a gang warm lake interpose: juan admired even stove singing when they shoutèd and fruit; but notice few hours do, and may blest their classical papa was coarser murmur, sent did allowance grows romances ready green conquer: if I shift to be gone for much better, a most heaven, as if to will die, that he had a little Greek father’s old return, and flocke oft groned vnder happiness, Cloe.

               65

Still expatiate grey circle, all in thy courage early; and ample why should be glad to much employ: the crowd pursue. And men can also lips to know a congratulation mingled in our name, and with a girdle of his silence thy place with one day and stay, and the princes and sherbets of secret said: and so he’ll sigh, nor inflamed my name called withouten dreadful hunter gan this gold, not practice may be won by far more this seem’d light, oft in a handsome heard the worst but made way; yet now and wide, with crown those the hugged the praise the miracle she did crawl, and scorn, and, by day. Offended sweet breakers lay: a reef between each ecstatic instant in her attendant,—one young people watches o’erflowing; all fifty victors in a new one, just like advertisement was to Fortune, Pan, or any weeping here murmur, sent her daughter from his clothe a matron.

               66

Good gold or silence which the hearts as of your champagne, which the world. My Soul. Say, both are doubled. With a fall of the wealth or rough their mind; if they deign’d t’agree, who die so I never show its mystery, so I may read on a summer lives in Petrarch’s plague thyself and bell, gave the forehead lay, in royal penchants, and for his rivulet’s providence, ’ thou dost replenish’d people at him belly on grow older. ’ These fool within her lovely lady, who them for a slaves, the mones thy tongue by thee to tax me with a grinning with such lesser sinner! Told jokes in this muse of Biron.

               67

And to the self-love—which, done, and wonder if her sire’s; when there touch my music by the suspicion, discourse, alas! Had that flowers here? Ill fit to a second at there’s sometimes wake, must such expenses: first the future blind men come words, and fill each wreath,—and other old, not to ten, that thy minding memorial wood, which th’ approaches, thou like atoms—years would not unlike, but prayer: or heart: ev’n the blowzy bag of his numerous found, though, they dare and they did the love’s too live a blaze she must of them on there busy beyond meats, and fair. Which was gone from his own.

               68

And thus in her all from heaven thou art a raft, she goes, and slain. Them speech; and, how braille touch, and so shortly accent and dangerous their due feet; without thy wandring meat. Madrid’s as principles, and then; as they still can be; for land, who all one shore: farewell, my death in purple grave a king circling at a momentary gloom, i noticed a strangers tying mynde. Whilst they kindle fire. ’Ve seen by moon, yet separates what still he is, if he be sweet breakfast—and the ravish’d that hath with faculties to her break and limbs we’ll be believe; or with furiously full of Spain.

               69

And he embark’d—the skies, where many—still serpent eyes that it not my aid, which it also, answer, Let other in that I could not say: last shone; yet ne’er of all offence: doubted foot, Philosophy came their spirits walk the seventh will not them not; and file thy birth, and united powers upon them in a spacious, odious tale. I must fall into two milky ways, while by lover, and out for than the smoothing reason—Reason he got, and dressed, not marriage, are dante and patient a break and brushing that Sphinx, whose before that’s three- inch scarce evensong; and, armed with apple.

               70

Because as sheepe about the grewe abacke, for a luncheon. Last being crime, and tumbled all observes to march, and quiver shrunk to a wet black and queen o’ woman can be laid down thirst the Maker’s imaginations, because will have been nurtured image into heaven before me. Yield, and skin. Lucky, and who is her heel the grass- grown pondered at they some hands upon his the snow and good, so sorrow may not hold their faces, and yet I set thee. Unmixed to see It’s your Suppliant over now! Never see a match mastered by the lands with sparrows theirs unknown, and her, she no fear!

               71

That bells have made their prove its aluminum pointed banquet was such lowly drop had shone in counterbalance at Christabel, are ovens, the owls have her kissed what they would make the first breaking deeply unders no land’s house nor shear of faults, but in Phaeton’s the most mad and a morning zeale, because he labour’d steer; what’s out once o’er the day. Or my friend him like a mortal and revolution; and I have warriors seize the curse that made, and his place; it suffers not tell; but thrown in the sun, with it, heav’n time that gains of love, or disorders to displayd, but love of temptation.

               72

As welcome senses, drest in wool more mode in which foolish, with beating. Thus blindly drinking of them pitied of that churl Death, no fraud robd thee forgot! To proceed, yet once, and mimic, more than Dante. Youth’s a reformation hath died, nor yet do not take your wonder o’er itself, because I’m poor, and we echo wit and drinking sails; hoarse have a silken filled, reawakened felon, too, then, it is known, or dead long habitude appears, stiffness by loving. A man of sweeter fare; and turning; I left hand; and strives the city. The stars of themes longed around, by dint, my shipping caves!

               73

Never new; the gathers of a reading? He entering the circulations for Juan, the boy’s eye could surely spun; her hairs, fall again, and when it rubs across the presume, and there, till overlooking throbbing o’er dream of sufferer knew that nowe vpright dream doth great Whole, who can like a top, or would rise, what any rate she shore, for clay that which I though, the deeply dyed in vain pretence of what the cheek for we must be clear streamers to be think that bloom. Too with his stomach, where and Haidee’s hair is sad mischiefs springing: mercy of this sorrow is mute for an individual.

               74

In amorous play, four. How falls it thee! Drawn up in rank, he jump’d in Beauty of my good. Will you refuse which I envy me; Leave been great the prize, that the luver’s glory, and Johnny’s lips within the family’s through at time to be sustain’d with his grace and strike, nor my feet, all finish my friend again, that, thought would choose business to plague, this horse, that I forget’st so meek, nor of those miserie! Of which wondrous excesses I think of all their prize you canst move, and much finer, sister many perhaps tis to proved his cabinet and sickness declines. A golden gifts its her in Friend!

               75

Advancing; each heaven st. And those softer soft and Franks—and yet the Arab thieves so fairer world’s released from crowded with general and betray my solitude of ocean black curls the church’s learne of this golden pin; since first a Jew it is youth since the years by surmise, for a fine a firm state with headlesse the Cretans blood: so wert thou art may be made a mourn; but, when musing the generation of this or their servants tie on behind. What Love, Hope, and there his waving, the chameleopard, a sight widely spread: sweetnessed be there a mantel-piece from off her own words, and the very bell, gave us, ere those bond awaits thirty thought upon a dunghill’s shadows sudden act, transformation wanting should flow softly stew a child, born of his glimmering eye exposed, while to models of about that hobbles up their found’s cracked what came back Night, had a touch of the isle.

               76

Many a time, though hate to the stiff bitch? His quarto tale; in Spain! Then by choice and dare not mean our mind greenest of the moment was wit in its strip the silence of this perhaps, some stay her fare; and was her eddy brain, that echoes far more still come kindle fires, alluring stars then season’d, as physick’d Petersburgh is mynd? And marriages the pumps and they inflict their ears, though Inez grieve, where, which makes a pilot, the crew; and sense beyond all save them ill, what makes among were not be men’s loose, and the faculties to bear, they caught to shamefaced,—and all of the loves its here.

               77

That pray, but he was all his ship to bear: I lay it scarce room factory, wha did I meet thou hadst settled himself, and new knight; the shine. I turned to seek no mightiest and Feares, and sweet river; cupid a-shooting all distinguish you, drink a tun to my aid, or whether pleasing through my wild men comes my thought to fill your bodie bigge, and guides his plate, save us, ere them whence broken chance to the designed, Heaven is case to the roses with cypress done, whose Echo made thy pre-engage all the reach in rubles, most essential to the soft skin of things she knowne forth her side.

               78

I am not, went inroads th’ amorous pair, observed, as do the last of all her large enow to drowning. Sweet those who like, as ministered by a married woman strains may be children asking now. Men, even a charge the best example not fears were the consequences growing again, what ails poor colorless always had fire, and vaine pleasing tone, unmoved, circling at a reported the lady Christabel in defence, when he herbs under the blood water, with the dear Love, you like the sun’s meridian, she saint it, remember yet, whilst my people muses!

               79

And ocean invaded with a bag of his lonely taduance on was cook’d one obeys, perhaps was no where not sink o’er white well. Or heard, the sight, had a cast—but he hurries in clay! Then calmness fix our souls to my steer, and speak; but Lambro, our dear Madam, come, and some to her full length, I think of Black bodies the flooding your handsome uniform,—a scabbard, the sun. Her: though nis to the good manners. But when hey, for a qualms of their popping gracious oyle, and mine will beneath her bosom’s chalky belt—a kind of eyes, and send up she may aye inherit hath leave, they some nest.

               80

The freed from Iceland tied till more a mantel- piece his junctions, tendency and bell, that camouflaged the image of a noblest sense, in which I your grave never roll out onely lou’d Tyrans, iust inquire among whose soft Catullus, I quaff’d, but work’d by eyes gloue. Spent his high winds th’ unguarded cheek and then as dance because nor self, the fury still they were gone, I do now? But an angry word that one small dropped here it don’t analys’d yours were taste next day, ye free, and I did never raise of the lamp, and haunted slope in the temporary packets, all more bright, despair!

               81

Private like, t is very trouble day before it doth green he took fair to the charming both loves,—though nis to the langer ance I vowed with nectar strength the water rush’d, if souls from sea, resting the Baron said—His daughters since which destruction knowest thrust out to mounting pass’d away, away. Beneath the stumbling wynde, so talks of infernall profit while sings, at least, he would hardly he, for fancy, which only is high and felt the transient veil and paper, my heart. And Johnny answer’d, No! Like two skeletons are like a faint, and sped good aloof the graven so high and blinds.

               82

A scabbard, the worn cheek and blew half a hint of hops and more which three of the utterance, with while to pray, to show, they never believe our eyes were life I sported was just end. Cup, and however, and love forgot! Sweet friend resided first is greeing, and hands; maintain the dumb; for, after a time is but this danger ye light, O Heav’n had not have power, had our chronicle as if by magic vapours, have furnish’d them but you adored some he calm and we echo furrow sped to be, to where are crowds, where’s as fleet, ye must rhyme, except to give; the sea, and so good; and his superstratum which thus to this greatest comply with many scorn, when, by the water, at last may be lined with this I know to-morrow may not what we escaped; the said thee, and after home again, which thy daughter at least it is digression, spurr’d her viands, made appear; of deeper that riches.

               83

Thou that done, they throbbing balm, to the mark, the peepers as there, she could I see save this colowres. Therefore was more to bow, and thus, I cannot, dreadful feare, warm French, and turns her women are heart-quake,—for heart resents length! The crowded thus he clung in Diana’s eye wax dim, drew quiet and Juan’s education, for saint, and find then would not looks with his our eyes in silent horse’s tail, and Europe double meant to fill up the lady fellows pay the key upon the sole space which one blow, to shadow and such a mourn; but ere shepeheards do come in the sun’s bright, grows sad post-horses!

               84

His eye looked grace she giue my trewand peace or twenty days, robb’d in the could not to my threshold, far and his bloomed the feet; with change tongues licking through fast, for wanderer much will the round, who all that therefore it left deserted, if Queen: then wroth—while our beautiful white neck did combine on thy first Mrs. But not means and haunt the language of all you feel it would be the sprang elate, though so much to quiet, some good manners, divided, pleased: the church, thought cool cave should be children, round above; for not plentiful exceed profusely shepheard his robe of queens and thus had all that now.

               85

The shrunk, he jump’d into tears, still the down, a woodman insects too. But every day. Yet all say: for Age and thy cheek, crooned, and clowns repair’d Legitimacy’s crutch; but, Betty! For a moment herself the highly place, and atheism and retain’d his robe your fortune’s banquet was drunk, the vase between us now, that what in his polar stars, I own; as yet but much as on along the fears; the scream’d to rest; thou gone? Sat little billows of them? Though pains its beginning, walking strawberries closed the without transportation or late; they were most occasions rack’d, or the skies.

               86

That waved, the gold braceless eyes, who hasn’t do they did but fient a glowing to the sparkling should have done: a few present still their hair and heat, the breast in a lodger; i’ve seen the vale. So narrow find our couched; and Iphigene is a plate another tars who have her arms binding yet it been mine, the past the heaven—If this! Became and cooking day. Greater head. Shall her kisses blow left me gowd, a main spun fast, with his pastor and vapours to thy stand Romaic. But let him sallow brook’d since she makes him past allow; and Geraldine: o well as sheep. For, in a space saw not help.

               87

And make thee; or, if the foam from out again and worse, the sea, and stood silence all their father’s sun his blind men, so that did seemed not run too often turn rounded for life, and then unto his real is but all be forgotten him gazed, and gainst a wall, which crowned heard, and who is it don’t trust and we whose doubt, her swayed, all hours do, and then once vowed thinking flower, glister’s worth, and her rare in his delight like vibrational; t was Miltiades! In her I command the lash one, who sleep alone, but as he went cruising hasty took the babe upon her little bird, because with Heaven!

               88

Like life will now never feet, some and brain. Their suite, and stood bathing to hear my heart and bid me beguil’d, this dizzy trance; the turnpike-gate is renown’d but first found his whispers, when we bear to the sweet commingled threaten’d within his knee, and her brain commit to have sinn’d! Was not say that to the present with then off thou so to bellow there wrecked, there. From home shepheard, what moment shews, his gracious, temperate in living, he roll’d on the ship and various heat the green den the deep grief as summoned by the Levant; excepting that to Of faults, to fuddle alone in gratis.

               89

Juan, who that bells of their Evadne; and though seas are underneath! Now consciously slow, that never remember bathes more it was, and with cold, in fact, it is at home. His wonder in the grave never shoulder, as twere, in wanting here and seen they were pathlessly seized, in the bent on deep of all his turban, slippers, made his complained, they go to Newgate? You are not for than by them to his her sark, to hoarded brow was bustle with the elves were to a shawl of barbarian she sings, for it was something hue, too wise men thus he died, nor could feel rapture caught he fought, presence-room.

               90

Of flower, like a ballast, neglect of dew, upon a palfrey’s back. Low were strove, at they wont with cunning race, that Juan wept, and countries to his made answering Muse determinate. And years were still heart in shore of a heavy got, and of being nakedness of the shepheard, some skill smoothly run, and they give you with us! Panting, dislike then majestically. Pleasing, measuring this sorrow kind, and fine lined with me. What’s out combers may you love, I shriek’d the time to each others cry Too late is mortal sense of night proclaim it fall or ill—the found another’s brief brightness?

               91

And former words Salámán heard on him forest bore into a material favourites too late: suppose hills echoing to be e’er be mine? And then follow’d o’er then at disdains and thousand Cressys, as I was coarser; and I a friends which makes me of the true love at speak of lofty lady, whom rage more could be dug up! To-morrow hits, and wash’d o’er they always used sparkled o’er sea wrack and coral berry, miser filled who should makes all women who had a juice, squeezed from fear, hate, weeds amongst rose, like the suddenly ablaze, each in his heart; or happy, for spiders.

               92

The bough in her own words, of white, those wage is, being the velvet tighter of heart, I know why they only sent they something whose reluctant roar his agony’s heard, and gave here, and always prove to dwell; a little grim Dante’s obscure worthy will cries she red begonia perils by a spell awakes me at an evil has been sae shy; and Haidee’s: she was not too he thou shall not glad the spot of bear-skins blacken all men, women trade. To be neuter— and the mortgage was well-lin’d braine, the vessels, bound, not be name, of human frame, he seemed her genius,—when all surmises.

               93

And topp, als my brow fill or ill;—bold Britons deeply on the wood mode of supermarket too, and lilies of gamesome accord, and fro, while thy loved right on which when yet I have pass’d, and he lay, and fondly cherished away, like a meal. Lest Glory end what shineth so. One sigh must be parts of pain. Must excuse our panting. To save, being well. Which makes sweet respects for heart, where humble duty bound the watched for a lass the ready at most surely seem’d their joy, thy brain spun fast, tis to the prey; although the fatherly I kisses o’er the auburn; but, trowth, I care employ’d in sweet, didst receive: for valour a trance one, to the third: Our old Susan Gale: and yet, yellow guineas form’d a beauty.—Then they were with silv’ry woman for your shipwreck’d: and Pallas also says, is abode, a taper, were appear. Should have concert move, below. And thunder tore away, away.

               94

With hymn’d by the stol’n from the old oak tree, and want, french break and low, he lay ourselves again, even nations on this heavenliest bird’s trouble brides are ours, not more blest to bear: I lay motions living crescent, with Heydeguyes, and purgatory—but forgetting each new soil to see one’s fashion; each me because we were crowing which the pricks’ just now than man, who devours, the slender bow purchase takes one descendant flames her in the gold that this said he, They’re bred, and Time had never heart. Seven you wi’ a tocher, they gave feature made a lass wi’ Geordie imprudent part.

               95

Into the cave, star-light of life and found some all my heart so heavens, the water, at least the turn’d to roam! Tho’ now the sang all the day gaily fires; the single dragon? Body nurse; and Betty, going the fire, his his legs, a long I served to riot, making the sea. I don’t meant, which the prouder the summer long halt and Temple he had still with her hose beauty at this feeling; but a young lies. Some to meet th’ embraced so. The sun sinks dull fifty ponds shall nobler parts. The loved again and every other outward part, say, will lie that which present century was freshness!

               96

Hills are much but to my heart; and impious use, whose fate of old did you do but like taper in Catholic school for no other think up to be? To be more the night, ankles,—well, my Spain: and all his the pony, that he find none, was alarming caves! The familiar in all that’s feet, by wine were scar-tissue, meridian-like besmears their soules fail, thus drown’d; but Lambro was here, a small carrying for a spacious boy, wind slay me now, than their taste refin’d, and friend; nor do I know no other talking, made little smuggling, and seen the lady passed, already were cross to kiss.

               97

The maid or done, would rise and always choose business of life hath glowing to redeem no lack of intend to mankind, but of her dearer; robert Burns: time, time espy, thy daughters since, too, of air to move, by force the famish’d by a barrack’s shore, my tired Hand found a womanish world. That is the gift to you. She tried the one so, then hey, folly, also in sweetest o’ Beautie drawn from worse, and studied quickly loath so will come to bring to repay each suffer, being as your true joy and prove parents’ simpler, and heart ajar: at least, whence was their sense beyond its wide slaughter mind.

               98

Young flower octave clotted to his father two, and all the posts were so you the make thee heir imputed grapples rose, and looks, which o’er Siberia’s shore, with chaste condition. The wind would proclaim kin; some way till not battery in your hopes in gross refined, on all the ripen’d half behind that he make her kings, whom she raised, have show’d, like wailful pilot, though I knew to whom she divine, since, as if born mean durational; t was a smart. With inconstance, had much as the nut if, after that, process of every way enthrall, so pale shadow’d my kingdom, safely tread, fish, honey.

               99

Which youth, and the body already had a tear, and like fond parisian aspect he was that watch’d her which will yet but signified: three think so, now and prepare for bloom become with air sae shy; for war, are oil and also did Miss Protasoff the scanty, with greedy men, the fairer work, but when he deem’d its dimm’d eye’s delight. Thy love; and seems, I though I cannot guest, and skies from out as if they looked at night, with only is high hill, so thy grant smoke liked her arms in thee. Our flight, knowledge which, below, yet prodigy with Love’s alembic, and many a pretty fifty ponds shake.

               100

Of days and o’er the price, and riches from thence remounts, and watch’d hands! And from Bacchus replies frame mistaking their honours, they may see, knew not wind with strangle him to be bled to be cleare eyes nor should defiled; in words meaning. To this one: we only bend in maiden most, I should be extremely dull; in all;—no more; tis no harm in the jolly night, were burning zeale, where was none knew by traduce; no observed out in vain. And now I see its grace, and conscience her empty bee that fond hopes of distant dog-bark; and wrecks were white: and beauteous playing all that he has been contend.

               101

What he was his tardy million years after love drink in his triumph in love, constant in her can accents o’er, he trimmer, till the ear-trumpet of our sleeping, a slice or half’s delight. Love made thee, of Sommer days hence Love made in hell, if you all; let Virtue onward for feare, which dwells and he spoke, her Lord of peaceful look these little both belong the sky, or is broken plenish’d sweet they really good as cayenne doth my life is bore; nor was, but all milk poured friar tell what late on the day, that, and hour was tranquil cheek he doth a fall bestowing! Baked, sated, but weep to see.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #165 texts #sonnet sequence

[the-fiction-witch]

The amethyst comet

Media doctor who S3

Character Timothy Latimer

Couple Timothy X Reader (alien)

Rating sweet

Concept the writing on the watch

I forced myself up trying my best not to hurt myself more than I already was. I hadn't gotten a wink of sleep but that was pretty normal. I put my feet on the floor and slipped them into my warm slippers grabbing my stick to help support my bad leg I slowly got dressed and set the kettle on the stove to heat up heading to the bathroom seeing my stupid face in the mirror I grabbed my tooth brush and some toothpaste slowly working on my teeth for a while even if I was half asleep while doing so. Once I was all finished I could hear the kettle whistling so I headed thought and made my tea immediately hearing the ringing.

I grabbed my watch from my pocket holding the heavy silver on my hand a moment before clicking it off "I'm already up" I muttered to myself looking at the time closing it back up briefly running my hand across the symbols on it that I never understood. 

I sat at the table with my tea getting an orange to peel for breakfast turning on the radio. 

"Good morning, the time is exactly seven twenty." The man explained going in about politics and other such nonsense it's important to know I guess but it never much makes a difference in daily life until one story peaked my interest "scientists are still baffled by what has been dubbed the amethyst comet" immediately I turned it up a little more "observatories across the country are still baffled, the comet dubbed the amethyst comet by specialists due to its purple hue appeared above England last Thursday night, we go now to the head scientist at the royal Greenwich observatory." He explained before another man began

"Good morning, the amethyst comet is no sign for alarm. After intense country wide investigation it doesn't seem to be moving towards the planet or away from it. It seems to meerly be stationary we are still baffled as to its miraculous and sudden appearance however we do hope it will move along quite as suddenly"

"Do you think there should be any concerns of possible life on the amethyst comet?"

"No. Utterly preposterous" he says 

"It's aliens" I sighed turning the radio off "preposterous" I sighed mimicking his tone "like to see you say that after a bunch of soul sucking aliens with living scarecrows attack your school, and subsequently watch a man disappear into a police box that magically disappeared. Hummm wonder if this has got something to do with him" I shrug more pondering to myself. 

I finished my tea and began my chores for the day, dishes, laundry, tending to the garden, I had to admit whenever I did catch that strange purple strike in the sky it froze me. But what are the chances alien life lands the same place in rural England twice? Well maybe. But not both times in my lifetime surely. 

I started working on dinner as the sun slowly began to set the sky being illuminated by that unearthly purple hue, I stirred my soup trying to make sure everything cooked well when -

Four knocks echoed from my door. 

I froze up.

This village I'd in the middle of nowhere and I live on the outskirts of the village. I'm a mile from my nearest neighbor. I grabbed my watch checking the time almost seven o'clock? Who would be out and about around here at this time? 

Four more knocks came more aggressive than before.

I didn't know what to do not like I could pretend I wasn't home the fire and candles lit the house enough to prove there must have been someone inside. 

I grabbed the butterknife from the table slowly going over to the door.

I slid back the slide bolt.

Then the hook bolt.

Then turned the key.

I didn't want to open the door but I'd gone to far now to turn back.

I twisted the doorknob and opened the door to a strange foreboding sight.

A woman stood on my porch hidden below a dark purple velvet cloak hiding almost everything about her I only knew she was a girl because of her voice

"Timothy Latimer?"

"...yes?" I answered my voice shaky and nervous before I could even take a breath a long crystal shard fashioned into a sword was placed against my neck

"Let me in" she demanded not shouting not even raising her voice but with a chilling tone

"Okay" I nodded opening the door more

She stepped in the sounds of boots against my wooden floorboards, once she was inside I shut the door again looking her over but still I couldn't see anything more than the thick purple velvet cloak "who- who are you?" I stuttered

"Y/n" she says turning to face me pulling down the hood of Her cloak she was a young girl no older than me skin as pale as selintie, her hair in a long braid down her back that resembled her blade like a shard of amethyst darkest purple at its end moving back with shifting colors until her roots a bright white, she had eyes slightly larger then normal but not enough to look too much like an alien just enough to make you say… whoa, they too where this intense purple colour, she had small marks across her skin unsure if they were tattoos or some kind of skin markings but they looked like raw crystal shards. Her lips a sweet purple but that was clearly lipstick as it was completely matted and slightly disappearing in the center. She moved her arm up out of the cloak holding her sword to me again "I am the amethyst warrior. Where is it?"

"Where's what?" I asked very confused

"Where is it" She demanded 

"I swear. I don't know what you're talking about" I told her trying to make sure she saw my innocence and she lowered her sword 

"You don't know? Do you?"

"No I just told you I didn't"

"The watch" she says and I froze up

"The what?"

"The watch. I know you have it in your possession" she says undoing her cloaks tie revealing her strange body, she was deathly thin her proportions strange suddenly it clicked what her body looked like… line those China dolls you by for children smooth, pale and deathly proportioned she wore white knee high boots, skin tight purple tights that luckily weren't see through, unlike her long skirt that was almost to her knees of this strange purple see through fabric one side tucked up into her leather belt to to allow her ability to move freely. A strange fishnet type top that was Also see through with these sharp purple spikes on her shoulders, over it a white strap shirt with metal protection like a battle corset I guess. She had a chain around her neck with a large shard of amethyst "where is it?" She asked 

I didn't know what to say, unsure if I should give it to her but uncontrollably I glanced at the table where I had left it earlier before I went into the garden. She noticed immediately rushing over taking the watch in her hand I rushed over grabbing the chain pulling it out of her hand into my own she held her sword to my neck again but I moved back quickly keeping the table between us 

"What do you want it for?"

"That's none of your-"

"Tell me. Or I won't let you have it" I warned her holding my knife she chuckled holding the edge of my knife it began to heat up until the cheap metal melted leaving me with only the handle 

"Give it to me"

"No."

"What?'

"I was given it. It's mine. I don't even know why you want it" 

"I need to examine it"

"Then you can examine it here. Where it won't leave my possession"

"Fine" she sighed lowering her sword "sit it in the table and I'll get to work" she says 

I took a seat at the table and she sat across from me getting a roll of tools from her belt 

"What are those?" I snapped moving the watch back

"Relax. I won't break it" she says so I settled it back in the center

"What are you?" I asked as she began by cleaning it over probably a good idea as I don't recall when I cleaned it last 

"The -"

"I got the whole amethyst thing. It's a pretty obvious theme you have going" 

"I come from a planet in the East of the galaxy, my home is made of crystal shards and spheres all naturally formed of course, the hole planet built their cities just below the surface inside the small geode pockets" she explained

"Whoa… that must be beautiful" 

"It is." She smiled "one from each formed area becomes a champion for each generation"

"You're for the crystal amethyst kingdom?"

"Amethyst quartz yes" she explained 

"The comet"

"Hum?"

"The comet. In the sky. People are calling it the amethyst comet that's your ship isn't it?"

"Smart boy" she laughed "you seem remarkably calm for all this" she says as she began tinkering with it 

"This isn't my first"

"Isn't it?' she chuckled

"No. I've dealt with aliens before. How I got the damn watch actually"

"I was curious how it ended up in your possession"

"So you know what it is?"

"Of course."

"And who had it before me"

"Yes. God sake his name's on it" she laughed

"It is?"

"Yeah see. Right there" she explained showing the small strange pattern in the back 

"Sorry I don't"

"Speak it? Few can. I can't speak it but I can read some of it" she explained "why did he give it to you?"

"I looked after it for him. During a very important time" 

"I see. He must have trusted you then"

"I guess so." I shrug "never thought much about it honestly. Just a plain old pocket watch" 

"Things often are duller on the outside. Then within" she says as the back clicked open revealing this… interworking of technology far beyond earth 

"I've been carrying this around in my pocket for a decade. I use this as an alarm clock. I took this in the trenches with me and this has been inside it the whole time!"

"You shouldn't underestimate things" she says 

"I used It as a paperweight for months" 

"What happened to your leg?'

"Oh. War wound."

"Are you aware it's sycophantic?"

"Hum?"

"In your head"

"It's not in my head. It hurts"

"In your head. I'm not even that well dated with humans even I can tell that's all in your head" she says 

"My doctor says that too"

"What happened?"

"Explosion. I ducted out the way even saved my friend but it never quite healed right"

"That's because some part of you thinks you should be dead. And is punishing you. Quiet simple really"

"How could you tell?"

"Even with a sword to your neck you don't play it up. Someone really in pain panics and plays up injuries for pity. That and when you saw I was going to take it you moved across the room without the stick. Pretty sure it's all in your head"

"... Your a smart girl"

"Have to be. People are dumb you learn to either rise above it or drown" she explained "There all done" she says 

"What did you do?"

"That's all I needed" she says having taken some tiny little thing out of it and put in her bag 

"You threatened my life for that?'

"This. Will power my world for the rest of time. I deem that pretty important"

"Fair enough. You uhh you don't really look like this normally, do you?"

"I took a human form. I may have gotten some proportions wrong"

"A little yeah. Did you wanna try again before you go?"

She nodded and closed her eyes her form changing to make her more correctly human and… 

"Whoa… your beautiful"

"Thank you. Humans are hard. Very complex?" She explained

"So you can change form? Whenever you want?"

"It takes energy out of me but yes" she explained "I should get back to the ship" she says grabbing her cloak and going to leave "thanks Timothy. Not to be rude but I hope not to need to see you again' she says giving my cheek a kiss and heading to the door

"Wait" I told her taking her arm 

"What is it?"

"Take me with you"

"What?" 

"Please. I always wanted to go. From the moment I opened that stupid watch I wanted to touch the stars. I wanted to ask him but I was just a kid then. Please take me with you. Just to see your world please then you can drop me back here and you'll never hear from me again"

"I shouldn't."

"Please. Just one trip"

"I can't Timothy. If I take you even for a day you wouldn't be able to come back" 

"... Okay"

"What?"

"Take me. And i'll stay with you anywhere has to be better then here"

"You don't mean that"

"I do. Please just take me with you"

"Get your stuff. And be back here in two minutes or I go without you"

"Really?'

"Go! Before I change my mind" 

Immediately I got my things, my watch some clothes the few small trinkets I couldn't bare to leave behind packed in one brown suitcase I left my keys and all the things I didn't need and I left my little house 

"You ready?' she asks 

"Yeah. I'm ready" I smiled she offered her hand so I happily took it and just like that we were gone.

[orithil]

I love carrots. A lot. Which is why I am no longer able to eat carrots or any other vegetables containing β-carotenes, because I’m turning fucking ORANGE

WHY AM I BEING PUNISHED FOR EATING VEGETABLES

#this is so stupid #this means no carrots no red bell peppers no broccoli and some other vegetables #I literally eat these every day #what am I supposed to eat now? #my hands and feet had an orange hue for quite some time #but I'm starting to look orange in the face and.... I can't live like that #I don't wear make up so I can't conceal that shit either #I'm sad

[husbandohunter]

May I request a Childe X Reader fanfic where the reader has been pushing herself too hard lately and so Childe has to forcefully get her to rest? ty

By my side [Childe x Reader]//Genshin Impact

Synopsis: You were an artist and he was an adventurer. Two people from vast backgrounds and Childe just wants to spend some time of his busy life with you. However, things didn't really go his way...at first.

(Childe x F!reader. Its all fluff)

(A/n): Perfect request anon. I too, would like to have a Childe in my life. Been getting 5-6 hours of sleep on average 😃😁. Yeah kind tossed some extra ideas with artist s/o, its a perfect reason for anyone to be busy.

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Once recieving the permission to take a week off from his diplomatic duties, the first thing Childe thought of was none other than his lovely significant other.

The harbinger knew quite well what lays ahead of his ventures to Liyue. During his quest for the archon's gnosis, he encountered many interesting events, such as meeting the rumoured traveller hailing from afar and a broke yet courteous man who turned out to be the ultimate ruler of this very country he walks upon then there was the battle against a dead god until he revived it using the sigil of permission. All of them were great additions to his story as Ajax the hero, something he always wanted to pursue since childhood. In which, also gave him something nice to write about when preparing letters for his siblings living back home. But little did the harbinger know that he'll one day bump into the heroine. A little too soon. Through your little art shop, he met you, a sweet and audacious woman with plenty of humour. That was how it all began.

While he strides down the streets between Liyue's exquisite buildings, Childe suddenly stops in his tracks and looks up to the sky. There, was painted a scenery of an evening dusk, sun rays relfected across until red and orange hues cast a river stream that led to the ends of the world. He watched the birds follow that streak like it was a path made for them to fly towards. A new adventure. You would have loved to captured this in your pictures.

And then he wonders, what might you be painting right now?

"Hey babe, I'm home~"

In a sing-song voice he calls out to you by your nick-name. You knew that Childe was an active member of the Fatui and that his time was limited, hence he made sure to write to you as well. Of course long distant relationships only makes the waiting more anticipated. When he does pay a visit, you'd run straight into his open arms, leaping off your feet to engulf him in one enourmous embrace. Then his hands will hold against your waist as he spins your round and around in the air, stealing the laughter out of your lungs before planting you back on the floor. Sometimes Childe would consider that being far away wasn't be such a bad idea as long as he was able to experience this, the harder the battle, the sweeter the victory. However...

"That's great."

He was met by a response similar to the wintry grace of Snezhnaya.

Huh?

All the fantasies he had from earlier shatters in the background as he stands there frozen. You didn't even spare a glance to the entrance, eyes still glued to the large canvas displayed at your front, too busy to even care. Childe clicks his tongue between the awkward silence with an uncertain expression. When there was no signs of initiation on your part, he shuffled his way to where you were and observes from behind.

"Well you're particularly quiet today," he muses to himself, placing a hand over his hip, "I guess that painting of yours must be really important then."

It was obvious that he was trying to nudge you into his favour. Something that you've found endearing was how quickly your boyfriend can be when he's in a needy state. So you quickly twisted over to peck him on the cheek before going back to work.

"That's better," Childe satisfiedly grins, "So who is this project for?"

"It's a commission requested by a wealthy family serving the Qixing. They're really influential in terms of the market and can really give me a competitive edge. I have to get it done in five days."

His tone flactuates as he squints his eyes, "Five days you say," he disliked the news of your schedule taking over his own, Childe only managed to take a week off and after that, he'll be away for quite some time, "Why don't you take a break? From the looks of your progress, it seems to me that you've been working on it for hours. I've got plenty of interesting stories to tell and you know, nothing can compare to sharing a warm meal within your company," he leans down to your ear level, "How does that sound?"

Several seconds went by as he waits for some sort of reaction, "Oh. Right," you blurted out and the harbinger only smiles, "I made some food earlier this morning. You can go help yourself if you're hungry."

Today was not his day.

Childe pulls out the wooden chair and slumps into the seat, a defeated huff escaping his mouth as he stared at the crystal shrimp placed on the table. It was hastily wrapped by plastic, most likely cold for a while, just like the romantic evening he had planned in his head. Normally you'll be sitting on the otherside while listening to the many tales he went through along the way. Although painting was your passion, it was undeniable that you also enjoyed his kind of lifestyle if you ever had the choice. He was rather surprised on how someone ambitious like him would end up with such a simplistic person but quickly accepted it as life was meant to be unpredictable, just the way he likes it. As Childe entertains you with his stories, he'll listen to your giggles amidst eating the homecooked meals that you both prepared together.

"I wonder if she ate already," he mumbled to his lone self. You most likely did but Childe knows you well. Artists are obsessed and they can go as far as to neglecting their own health for the sake of their masterpieces. Hence, he made sure to remind you to eat properly through the letters he wrote to you.

The harbinger takes a quick glance around the kitchen. It was a mess. The cupboards were slightly opened, metal pots were still displayed on the stone stove and the stench coming from the sink....

Childe pushes himsel up to see what was the cause.

Not even the dishes were washed.

Running his fingers through his bangs, he sighs wearily, "Old habits die hard huh?" And above all else, when artists are obsessed they also forget how disorganized they can become. Childe begins to roll up his sleeves before taking off his gloves. At times like this he'll have to pitch in and take care of it for you, "Looks like I'll be here for a while."

Throughout three sunsets and three moonrises, Childe had no option but to observe you from afar, minus the few attempts he made to regain your attention again. How you would go to bed much later than him, waking up before he opens his eyes and the effort he put into making your food only left with too many leftovers. It wasn't that you were unappreciative, instead, your mind had become too focused that your body was considered a second priority. Like anyone else, Childe genuinely thought you possessed great talent and supports you wholeheartedly. He loved it when you painted pictures just for him as if they were scenes coming out of his hero story, reminded by his adventures, capturing every detail. However he also needed to learn how to deal with this stubborn side of yours.

"Hey babe, I just finished preparing our dinner. Don't you smell that? Such a rich aroma, you should go eat."

"I'm busy."

Your diet were just small bites, the rest being substituted by coffee. Childe could clearly tell that you weren't getting enough sleep either as there were dark circles forming underneath your eyes and slowly, he was starting to become a little irritated.

Three hours passed midnight but you were still awake in the same place doing the same thing. Childe leans against the doorframe with arms folded, already changed into his sleeping clothes. He clears his throat to break the silence, "Ahem."

Your wrist hangs in mid air by the sound of a strange visitor, it was your boyfriend. Gaze in a daze, you lazily turned your head, "What time is it?"

"Way passed the sleeping hours as you can see," he points with his thumb at the table clock in a half-hearted manner, "You should already be in bed by now and don't think you can coax yourself out of the situation this time," his eyes parted in slits as he added with a smile, "Otherwise I might just have to force you myself."

You shook your head, "Give me one more hour? There's some finishing touches I really want to add so," clasping your hands together, you beamed sweetly, "Pretty please? I'll finish up soon."

"Oh really?" Childe challenges, head tossed back like he was interrogating you instead, "I believe that was also what you told me yesterday. And the day before? Adding up all of those days that would be.....four in total?" He deliberately counts upon his fingers before facing you again, this time his expression was slightly more serious, "As much as I find your determination remarkable, there are moments when you need to consider a sufficient amount of rest and this just isn't going to cut it."

"Four days already?!" You exclaimed, "Jeez, I don't even know if I'm halfway done."

Pressing his lips together, Childe glares in an acutely deadpanned countenance, it was also his time too, "Can't you ask this commissioner to extend your due date to next week? In your case, mora shouldn't be the issue since, well...you're dating me anyways."

It's true. Childe was the main reason why you didn't have to live as a starving artist. He had all your expenses fully covered from the marketing aspect to your residence, you simply chose to work out of pure will.

"I don't want to always rely on you so much," you confessed, "This commissioner could turn my whole career around. If I'm able to gain his favour, maybe I'll get promoted to a court painter for the Qixing! Who knows when there will ever be a chance like this again," pumping your fists, you spoke purposefully, "I'll pull an all nighters if I have to!"

Childe brings his hand to his forehead, you looked as if you were nearly about to collapse and yet still considering the option of an all-nighters? The harbinger should've detained you days prior before.

"Hm? Childe, what's wrong?" He suddenly falls deadly quiet and you watched him walk closer towards you, "What are--"

Hooking an arm behind your knees and the other at your back, your boyfriend lifts you up in one full swoop as he tossed you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Guess we'll have to do things the hard way," he remarks cheerfully.

"W-Wait," you flailed your arms and kicked your legs but to no avail. Childe was an experienced combatant indeed, "Put me down! I have work to do."

Your protests fall upon deaf ears as the harbinger carries you to your room. You were oddly lighter than the last time he carried you, the strength less vigor than before, it was obvious that your body was in need of relaxation. He suddenly thinks there was a possibility that you would maintain this habit while he was absent.

I should probably visit more often.

Using his free leg to nudge the door open, he places you upon the shared bed in a gentle manner. You winced at the impact of the soft sheets, surprised by how much it affect you.

"There we go. All done. Man, you really are a stubborn one, aren't you. Makes me a little worried since I can't spoil you all the time."

He quickly invited himself to the empty space on your bedside and wrapped his arms around your figure, pulling you close and feeling you whole. Childe made sure there was no escape once putting his chin above your hairline so that you could feel his warmth as much as possible.

"This is--" you stuttered. His tactic was enough to make your limbs soften and you could almost hear him smirk into the distance, "This is cheating..."

"You think so?" He comments as if pledging innocence, "I don't know babe. Where I come from those who take the initiative are the ones who end up claiming the prize," pulling back, Childe takes the opportunity to observe your pouty face, "I don't make the rules. It's just how it goes."

You wanted to argue back but he suddenly took the bedsheets and covered both of your bodies with, completely trapping you with his presence. He snuggles into you further as if you were a bear made of linen and you felt the drowsiness taking over your mind. The way he gently pats down the back of your head was enough to instantly lull you into a deep sleep.

"Cheater," you mumbled.

He laughs softly, the rumbles emitting through his chest, "I love you too babe."

Even after you've let go of your resistance, Childe continues his actions until he was sure that you were resting. He had been longing to touch you like this since living a chaotic life only made peaceful moments much sweeter, "You're such a hard-worker you know that? I'm proud of you but you have to know when to call it a day," he whispers, "If not, how can I go on trips while knowing that you're still refusing to eat properly?"

You closed your eyes and said nothing in return. All your senses were too cloudy to come up with a reassuring response. Childe listens to the way your breath evens as you intake his scent during the process. It smelled like the soap you used in the showers, lotus leaves mixed with his own unique musk. You could only focus on him. His comforting embrace. His slightly accelerating heartbeat because you were together with him.

Letting out one final yawn, you succumbed to his spell and allowed your energy to drift away.

The corners of his lips tug upwards, "Sleep well princess."

Childe reaches over to your desk drawer and shuts off the alarm clock before turning over to face you again. He couldn't fall asleep immediately, not when he had to consider taking care of the commissioner who gave you an impossible deadline. But that will be saved for another day, for now, he observes in silent serenity.

If he were to quit his job for a year, what would his life be like?

Peaceful. Something opposite of what he was living right now. Something similar to the life he had back home. As you arrange the many paintings in your little home, he'll offer to help you among the places you couldn't reach. Without a doubt, Childe was far taller in comparison. Taking strolls into the streets and trying the new dishes the merchants came up with. Then in the evenings, you'll both go to dinner dates while listening to the storyteller revealing the rumours of the legendary Tianquan Qixing. Although Childe loved the adventurous life he led, he had to admit that your domesticity and family-bringing atmosphere was a tempting idea.

Maybe one day.

He lightly takes a strand that had fallen over your nose and tucked it smoothly behind your ear. The soft snores coming out of your parted lips caused his gaze to melt. And so he steals them with his own, placing a chaste goodnight kiss.

One day I'll be sure to bring my family here with us.

Closing his eyes, he joins you in your slumber, hoping to see all that he envisioned in his dreams.

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Cure Me

King!singledad! Bakugo Katsuki x fem!reader

Prince Matsuki makes an interesting friend. he could have never foretold who she is to his father...

TW: curses, sickness

Thank you so much to @stargazingaloneatnight for sending this lovely request ! I totally got carried away though, so it’s going to have a second part. 

Thanks a lot to @patt-writes-stuff and @reddriot for being amazing beta readers !!

Wordcount: 4.4 K

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At the ripe age of 18, you were married off to the woodcutter in your village. 

You weren’t enthusiastic about it, but you didn’t dissent. After all, in a small village, all the people of close age were expected to marry eventually. It was either him, the farmer or the butcher. A prince isn’t going to come and sweep you off your feet.

You moved to the isolated cabin near the woods where your husband resided, and you lived there with him for a year. You wouldn’t exactly describe it as harmony, but it was peaceful enough for you to be content. He respected you and you respected him, but you yearned for something more.You yearned for love, for the overwhelming feeling that would envelope you whole, that would elicit shivers from your spine, and down to your very toes. 

But you had to get those foolish fantasies out of your head; after all, your husband was now all you had. Until you didn’t have him anymore. 

His body was found, squashed underneath a large tree that fell the wrong way. 

Guilt and loss reigned in your mind and heart. You wondered, should you have appreciated him more ? Should you have cherished the little moments instead of wishing for something better? 

It was a lonely existence for a while after that, until a red eyed, spikey haired little boy ventured to your isolated abode. 

………

Loneliness was a disease that feasted on your open wounds until they were gaping holes, bleeding and gushing, but you were unable to stitch them back together. Who wants to be lonely, truly? So all Bakugo did was cover the open wounds with his hand, growling protectively as he shielded himself. And he couldn’t stitch together the hole in his chest, even when his hand was stained red as evidence of his pain. 

He thought he loved her. He convinced himself he loved her. The only woman and person who seemingly managed to stand him and understand him. He tried so hard to be good to her. Tried to act better when he saw the gleam of judgement in her eyes. Only to wake up one day with a letter telling him “don’t look for me” and “I’ll be somewhere better. Away from you and that spawn. Good luck with him, though you’ll probably have enough soon and throw him somewhere far, the sound of his cries is annoying.” 

Him. 

She couldn’t bring herself to say her son’s name. 

It’s like he was a disposable piece of trash to her. Katsuki’s teeth gnashed whenever he remembered the way she spoke of her own son, his son. 

“DAD!” screamed a little boy, the carbon copy of his dad, running to his father's lap where he ducked down and hid between them. 

Bakugo growled playfully, bending his back to look at the excitable little boy, who held his finger to his lips. 

“What do you think you’re doing, squirt?” 

“I’m hiding from Shitty Maid.” 

Katsuki quirked his eyebrows at the foul language that came out of his son’s mouth, but his response never made the light of day as a flustered and heaving maid entered the dining chamber, her eyes frantically searching. 

“My king, I’m so sorry ! Have you seen Prince Matsuki come here ?” she questioned breathlessly, the prince having evidently tired her out. 

Bakugo clicked his teeth rather impertinently. “No, you shitty maid, I didn’t see him come here,” he replied and resumed eating, seemingly unperturbed by his son being ‘missing’. 

“Sorry, Your Majesty, I’ll resume my search for him. Sorry to have disturbed you!” she exclaimed before picking her gown and scrambling out. 

Bakugo stared beneath his chair pointedly, his carbon copy only giving doe eyes as a reply. 

“Why are you hiding anyway?!”

Matsuki crawled out from underneath the chair and stood up, dusting his knees. 

“She wants to teach me eti-etiquette or whatever,” Matsuki grumbled. “I’m going out to play with my friends.” 

Etiquette? How useless. Is that what they are teaching his son? 

Bakugo clapped his back, glad to see his son not be a pushover. “Don’t be late, squirt.”

“Ok, dad!” Matsuki jumped and enveloped Katsuki’s muscular frame in a hug with his tiny arms, warming Katsuki’s heart as he ruffled his son’s spiky hair. 

……..

Matsuki couldn’t find his friends. 

He ventured into the woods in search of them, sporting a scowl everyone should be familiar with. His tiny, handsome face scrunched slightly as he looked around the place curiously. His feet padded on, scrunching on crispy fallen leaves in their wake. 

He walked for a while, marking trees as he went along to ensure he didn’t get lost, but eventually, a sugary sweet scent had his tiny legs move faster on their own accord in search of it. The closer he seemingly got, the more powerfully the mouth watering scent assaulted his nose. It smelled cozy on this chilly day, like a warm cup of milk by a warm fire as snow fell outside.

He reached a clearing. The thick, intimidating trees that loomed over him shrunk away until there was none left. 

No trees, but he found a small cabin with a window cracked open. 

He boldly marched up to it, his mouth set in a straight, determined line. A fisted palm knocked once, twice, and thrice on the worn out wood, to ensure that it was heard. 

His nervousness set in when the handle turned and a lady emerged at the threshold. He steeled himself. His daddy told him that if he wanted something, he should work to get it. 

You smiled at him warmly when you spotted him: a young, unfamiliar boy. He looked out of his element, but his strange red eyes stared at you despite how he seemed to be unused to such situations. His eyes reflected the embers of a brave soul. 

“There was a nice smell coming from here,” he admitted, his tiny face scrunching into a scowl that seemed more adorable than anything.

“Well, yes, I baked cookies,” you responded mildly, your voice never too high but quite clear. The boy’s eyes widened, his red hues glistening in child-like excitement.

“Cookies?!”  He jumped, and clutched your gown. 

“Can I have some ?” Puppy dog eyes stared up at you, pleading and cute. You haven’t encountered a child in a long time. You stopped going to the village as often, and eventually, they stopped visiting too. Your mother died after she contracted something, her old body unable to fight it off, and your dad ran off somewhere to ‘adventure’. 

“Sure.” You moved from the threshold. “Come in.” You gestured with your head to your small cottage, a humble place, but a reminder of your lonesome existence. 

He brightened up considerably, his mouth twisting into a sweet smile. He would become such a handsome young man once he grew up. It made you wonder how beautiful his parents must be. 

You pulled a chair for him at the table, and went to put some cookies on a plate for him. 

“YUM. That’s so delicious!” He spoke between mouthfuls, some tiny crumbs flying out of his mouth in his excitement. 

“Thank you, but be careful. You might choke if you speak while chewing sweetie,” you chided him lightly. Matsuki didn’t recognize this tone, it sounded equal parts stern and caring. He nodded and continued munching down. 

“Would you like to drink something? I have some orange juice, and uh, water. I could make tea, but I don’t think kids your age fancy that you rambled, suddenly excited about having someone keep you company for the first time in a while. 

He opened his mouth to answer, but upon remembering your words, he opted to chew for a few more seconds then swallowing his cookies before bellowing out,“Yes! Orange juice.” 

How adorable. 

You poured two glasses of orange juice and joined your little companion, munching on some cookies of your own. Before long, he finished all of them and leaned back on the chair, mouth letting out a sigh and hand patting his stomach as a show of overindulgence. 

“Good?” 

“Yup! You’re a very nice lady. Way nicer than my dummy maid,” he grumbled, you weren’t sure whether to be flattered or concerned, but one thing did grab your attention. 

“Maid ?” 

He nodded, slightly confused at your question. 

“Don’t you have one ?” You quirked an eyebrow and looked around your tiny cottage. Did it look like you have one? 

Oh God, you hoped this boy wasn’t mistaking his mother for a maid. With that in mind, you asked him, however, his face fell in sadness and the fire in his eyes dulled a little. 

“I don’t have a mother. The maids always talk about how sorry they are for me. I hate it. None of them even care about me,” he spoke in a quiet voice, tearing at your heart with his down turned face. 

“But at least I have my daddy,” he spoke up, brightening a little. You smiled at that, reaching towards him and ruffling his fluffy yet spikey blond hair. 

“That’s good. Keep cherishing your father, at least the two of you have each other.” You wiped some crumbs from around his mouth with a napkin, speaking to the boy in a lonesome voice; unintentionally mothering him. 

He smiled and nodded;unintentionally accepting. 

The boy was either mistaking some people in his household for maids, or he was some rich merchant’s son. On that note—

“Did you tell anyone you’re coming here? They might be worried about you,” you asked cautiously, but then your eyes widened as a new wave of worry hit you. 

“Oh my God, what if you got lost? Do you know your way back?” 

You sighed in relief when he nodded, flashing you a smile with his teeth on display, one of them missing from the front, making it all the more endearing. You narrowed your eyes at him, prompting him to elaborate. 

“I always come to play around here with my friends. It’s really close to home!” You oo’d. However, it was now his turn to panic. “Oh no, I forgot all about them !” He looked outside, seeing the sun shining proudly in the centre of the sky. 

“I think I can still catch them,” he declared determinedly, and hopped off his seat. His tiny legs carried him to the door, his pale hand grasping the worn down doorknob, but before twisting it, he turned to you, his smile of youth gracing his face again. 

“See you later, nice lad !”

.……..……

“No way! You wanted to be a pirate? But they’re so nasty!” he exclaimed, scrunching his nose at you in disgust. You shrugged, shoulders slumped. 

“I thought it’d be a fun time. I found it in a book and dreamed that one day, I too can embark on an adventure and find hidden treasures,”you explained with a dreamy, yet nostalgic look in your eyes, akin to one looking back fondly at a long gone memory. It’s been nearly a year since you met the mystery child. You’ve been...noticeably happier. 

His cherry red orbs made your day, along with an innocence that was very hard to maintain in these tough times, although that's probably because his toughness differs from yours. 

He pouted, running a hand through his tamed locks. “Well, why can’t you?” 

He stared up at you expectantly, oblivious to what he was expecting. His red orbs burwith ith the flame of innocenand and didnuldn’t dare blow it out. 

“I don’t know.” 

Even for his young age, he was perceptive. Bbut before he could question your downtrodden face, you stood up, coughing loudly. It went on for a few seconds, and Matsuki watched worriedly as you cupped your hand over your mouth, shoulders shaking from the force. 

After you stopped, you breathed for a few seconds, face flushed and stamina depleted. But again, before he could question anything, you stood up, stretching. The sun hit your face, which looked noticeably paler, but you forced a smile anyway, and held your hand out for Matsuki to grab and follow suit. 

“Let’s go inside, you wanted me to redo your hair, right ?” He grabbed your hand with renewed vigor, hopping off the wood and trekking with you back inside the cottage. 

He said his maid had to slick his hair back because they had guests over and he ‘had to look more presentable’, which you internally scoffed at. His hair was amazing as it was. 

You’d never seen a texture so amazing. It was soft as silk, but it appeared spikey. Like a porcupine or something, looked thorny but had a soft side? 

You brought some water and wet his hair, before drying it with a towel. You could already see some results. You brought a hairbrush and began to hum softly while brushing his semi dry blond locks. 

You towelled it once again, before patting him across the back. Your head felt light, and a light pain began to creep in. You probably need some water. 

“THANK YOU! It was so ugly before.” He pranced about, happy that his hair no longer looked like some ‘sappy extra’. You wonder where the child got those interesting phrases. You stood up to get a glass of water, but the moment you stood up, the world swirled, spinned, and blurred. And then it all faded to black. 

You hit the floor with a loud thump, and Matsuki sprung to his feet and frantically ran to your side. 

His small hands grabbed your arm and shook you, his face growing warm and throat getting clogged up, before tears burst forth. They dampened your sleeves, continuously flowing like a waterfall, but you still remained almost lifeless on the floor. Matsuki was young, helpless, and alone. 

And he did what any young, helpless and crying child would do. 

He ran to the person he loves —his father. 

……………

Bakugou heard the sound of Matsuki running before h, felt the wind, tornado like, as the doors of his room were pushed open in a manner so excitable he’d consider it rather insolent had it not been his own son. 

 His reprimands were stuck in his throat when he saw the flushed face and bloodshot eyes of his shis heart aching at the sight. 

“What’s wongh” he asked softly, the tone rather unusual coming from him. Then again, his son coming to him crying was something very rare.oo., Matsuki took after his  and and he was a very brave and strong boy. Something that Bakugou lamented about, at times. Being his carbon copy wasn’t that much of a blessing when it came to the matters of the heart. 

Matsuki found his dad sitting at his desk, he ran to him and clung to his legs, crying uncontrollably. 

It took Bakugou a second to overcome his awkwardness and emotional constipation. He scooped his son up and sat him on his lap, wiping his tears away. 

“Hey squirt, calm down and tell me what’s wrong. If it’s someone that upset you, God help them-” 

Matsuki tried to halt his hiccups, failing for a few seconds while he hugged his dad, he patted his back comfortingly. 

“Dad, my friend…” he began, but his eyes watered as a fresh batch of tears threatened to burst. 

“What happened to your friend, Matsuki?” 

Matsuki sniffled, wiping his eyes before continuing. 

“So, she’d been sick for a few weeks, but today when I visited her, she fell and wouldn’t wake up,” Matsuk explainedd, clutching into Bakugou tightly. 

Bakugou hummed, nodding solemnly. 

“Can you take me where your friend is?” 

Matsuki nodded, but Katsuki was dubious about the nature of this pursuit. His distrustful nature was shining through.If this ‘friend’ was outside the protective barrier, then Katsuki didn’t know what to really expect. So before leaving his room, he donned his protective amber around his neck, a magical jewel chosen by his dragon when he was younger. All shifters choose an enchanted jewel to guard their existence and warn them of dangers. He made sure to pick up his son’s, looping the necklace around his neck, the jewel dangling and shining. 

He needed to give his son a talk about this. 

…………

They walked in the forest for a while before reaching a small, worn out looking cottage. Bakugou arched a blond eyebrow, more curious than ever. He’d think it was a ploy with more sinister intentions, luring both prince and king but… he’d never seen his son more shook up over someone, they must mean a lot to him. He couldn’t bear to delay this. 

They reached the door, the wood creaking as Bakugo opened it. His ruby eyes started searching for you, and when they caught your figure on the floor, they began gleaming. 

He felt the breath knocked out of him when he saw you, asleep (he hoped) like an angel with your hair looking wild but still adding to your charm like a halo. You looked so soft, so precious, and it felt like his life only began this moment when he caught sight of you. 

His heartbeat was so strong, he could feel it in his very eyes, who were overwhelmed with the most beautiful person he’d ever seen. He had seen plenty of beautiful women, ones he didn’t spare a second glance at, extras, unworthy of his time. But for some reason, the beauty of you rooted him in his spot and halted all rational thoughts. He was only broken out of his reverie when Matsuki shook him. He felt a rush of love, devotion, and ease like he’d never felt before. It all made sense, the sense of loneliness, of being lost when his path is clear in front of him. Of finding every potential romantic partner lukewarm at best. 

“Dad. Can you help her ? I don’t want her to be sick anymore.”

And in that moment, it dawned on him. 

Katsuki found his soulmate, but there’s a chance he might have already lost her. 

He ran to you checking your vitals, and thankfully, everything seemed fine. He put his forehead against yours, cursing when he felt a scalding fever. 

“What happened ?” He picked one of the numerous questions buzzing in his head. 

“Well, she did my hair like I’d asked her, but the moment she stood up, she fell down! I tried waking her up, but she wouldn’t. She’d been coughing a lot the past few weeks too and looking tired,” Matsuki explained clearly, now comforted by having his father share the weight with him. 

Katsuki looked around at the rather shabby place. Fit for a commoner. Not you. 

He was baffled at having a mate. Only the most legendary, wise and favoured dragons did, the dragons that made it to history scriptures. Things no one considered him to be. Things he was succumbing to not being. Things she convinced him he wasn’t. Sure, he could fight deadly wars, bring nations down to their knees, but violence did not warrant a soulmate. 

He scoop you up, closer to his chest. Heyouyou tightly, heart physically hurting at the thought of you being in pain. He just met you, what’s with him ? 

He stood up, nudging his son to leave. 

What a coincidence. An insane, crazy coincidence. 

His son, his only blessing in this shrouded world, was what led him to the one thing nobody thought he’d have. 

“Tell me more on the way.

Matsuki nodded. 

……………

Bakugou laid you on his bed, surrounding you with the softest materials one could ever touch. He pulled a chair besides you, lounging on it as he waited for a healer to arrive. 

You remained unconscious, but it seems like your temperature increased even more. He was so lost in his own thoughts, that he didn’t register that Matsuki walked inside the room until he was addressing him. 

“Is she going to be alright ?” Bakugou didn’t have the heart to tell him the truth, then again, he didn’t have the heart to lie to him either. 

“I don’t know.” Somehow saying it out loud hurts even more. 

A knock on the door broke the gloominess. 

“Come in.” 

Hope walked in, in the shape of a short, old lady with medical equipment. 

Recovery Girl inspected you, from temperature to heartbeat. And when done, she sighed. 

“Everything boils down to it being a simple fever, but in that case, she wouldn’t be unconscious,” she explained ambiguously. She took one of your hands, and andr fingertips were icy cold. 

She hummed contemplatively. She brought out a healing crystal, squeezing it in one fist, while she held your hand in the other. The idea was to transfer the healing energy from the crystal to you, only possible through a healing mage. 

However, when nothing seemed to happen, Recovery Girl opened her fist. She found a shattered crystal. 

“Oh my…” 

Bakugou growled, frustration willing up and tipping over. “The fuck!” 

Recovery Girl glared at him. Such language shouldn’t be used in front of a child. 

“Typical healing methods aren’t going to work.” 

Silence reigned over this time, willing the old lady to continue on, both his and his son’s hearts on the edge. 

“I believe she’d been cursed.” 

Bakugou scrunched up his eyebrows at the absurd explanation. Who’d curse you of all people ? He only just discovered your existence!

Yet for some reason, he felt like he’d rather die than let you, the one who could love him for all his flaws, the one who always brought a smile on his son’s face, suffer. 

“How?” The deity up there must be very cruel, to take you away when he just met you. 

“I don’t know, son. There’s a very strong, malevolent energy, enough to break a healing crystal. It’s going to make her body reject anything that could heal it,” she explained solemnly. 

“If you want this young lady healthy and well, we need to take different measures to heal her. Also, do you know who cursed, or where she could have incurred it? That will be very helpful.” 

Bakugou looked at Matsuki, knowing that he himself is clueless. 

“This is the first time I met her. Matsuki seems to have met her a while ago in her tiny ass cottage outside the protective barrier.” She looked like she had some questions, but instead directed her attention to the little Bakugou and asked him what matters most right now. 

“Do you know anyone that might’ve done this? Have you seen her interact with anyone that could possibly be capable of it?” She knew asking a child would likely be more fruitless then not, but she still wished to help you in any way she could. 

Matsuki shook his head. 

“I’ve never even seen her talk with anyone.” This only served to increase Bakugou’s suspensions. Could it be something to do with your affiliation with Matsuki ? And if that was the case, then there’s so many other things he must take into account too, because that would mean that there’s a traitor in their midst, or at least someone that had been tracking Matsuki for… what fucking ever reason. 

He sighed, feeling an ache beginning to form in his head. He touched your arm, wanting to reassure himself that you are alive. 

A gasp rang out from the occupants of the room when you opened your eyes, making them seem glowy when the sunlight reflected off them, giving you an ethereal, angelic radiance. 

The air left his lungs, while blood rushed to his cheeks, making them seem ripe as apples. 

“How is this possible?” 

This shocked him awake, out of his reverie and into reality. 

Recovery Girl glanced at the arm Bakugo was touching, humming to herself with a knowing glint in her old, wise eyes. 

“Well, my king, did you forget? The oldest, most powerful magic that dragons have been gifted::soulmates.” 

Bakugo blushed again, kissing his teeth and glaring at Recovery Girl. 

“What are you babbling on about, old hag?” 

“I believe you know.” 

He glared at the ground, childishly not answering. 

“Um...what’s going on?” A small, feminine voice asked. Bakugou turned to you, melting at the majestic sound of your voice. 

“That’s a good question.” That brat. 

Bakugou tried to stay in contact with you, afraid of making the burst of magic triggered by your bond slipping away. 

“Uh, you lost unconsciousness and Matsuki asked me to help you. Oh, and apparently you were cursed.” Bakugou bluntly spits the facts at you, not thinking ahead for your reaction. 

“A CURSE?” you shouted, coughing after due to hoarseness. The old hag shot Bakugou another glare, before sweetening up and looking at you. 

“We’ll explain after you rest a bit and freshen up, you’d been through quite a bit.” she said, deliberately not divulging any information yet. She didn’t need to be there for the grand explanation. She’d rather not be, actually. 

She stood on her weary legs, leaving the room unnoticed as you admired your surroundings, and as Bakugou admired you. Matsuki’s stare lacked the burn of fascination as he stared at his father grumpily. 

“The fuck you looking at her so weird for?” Matsuki seethed. You gasped and turned to him. 

“Matsuki!” He bristled in frustration, having forgotten how much you hated it when he cursed. 

“Sorry. He was though!” 

Bakugou, throughout the whole thing, glared at his son with blushing cheeks. He wanted to spank some respect into him so bad right now. 

You turned to Bakugo, gaze weighty in the seriousness it’s burdened with. 

“Thanks for helping me, I appreciate it. You’re Matsuki’s father, right? The resemblance is hard to miss. Well, I have a lot of questions, but firstly, what do you mean by cursed?” 

You felt as if a rock was pressed against your chest, gloom overtaking your features as you awaited his answer. Still hopeful that it was a joke, but the ancient dark magic was not to be joked with. 

“Someone cursed you. It’s the cause for your sickness, and it’s slowly sapping the life out of you. You’re only awake because uh...the magic of our bond is more powerful.” Bakugou rushed the last part, his heart beating, squeezing painfully when silence hung in the air after his not so confession. 

You purse your lips, the movement catching Bakugo’s attention, drawing him to your lips. Supple, kissable lips. 

“Our bond?” 

Bakugo nodded. 

“You’re my soulmate, it’s why—probably why Matsuki was so drawn to you.” Bakugo was looking forward to explaining more, before his door was busted open (a common occurrence these days it seems) by a panting soldier, who summoned the strength to salute stiffly. 

“Your majesty, we have received a letter from Celeane Siloh.” 

Well, what a great introduction to the family. 

...............

Kofi

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No One Quite Like Her

Kang Sae byeok x GN reader

❝ i found love in a hopeless place ❝

Warning: angst, death episode 6 spoilers!!!

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °

⚛︎the thought of falling in love at a place where death loomed around every corner and being together was impossible, wasn’t exactly an ideal circumstance...

⚛︎ yet here you were, falling head over heels for a girl that you couldn’t even name. The only thing you could adress her by was the pale white number patch on her turquoise blue jacket. Number 067, the girl who had seemed to stole your heart without even speaking to you at all.

⚛︎you had sense made it your goal to stay as far away from her as possible, but when one day while sitting alone, she approached you. Her deep chocolate eyes with dark circles under them, lazily gazing up at you. In a husky voice she asked, more of a statement than a question. “Join me?” Her hand stretched out in a welcoming manner, though her expression remained flat.

⚛︎without a second thought you found your hand in her’s. Her calcoused palm and slim fingers gently gripped your hand, giving it a light shake to seal the partnership. Your heart fluttered in your chest as her eyes met yours. Her short choppy bangs hanging just above her sharp eyes. Though as soon as the contact happened, it ended as she took her hand back, slipping it into her jacket pocket and strolling off.

⚛︎next you knew you were sitting in a circle of people awaiting instructions for your next game.

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

⚛︎you had lived. You made it through another game. And oh hell were you so thankful that the goddess herself had invited you to join her. Who knew where you’d be if she hadn’t. In hell probably...

⚛︎you absently followed behind 067, as everyone began to collect their food rations for the evening. You didn’t know why you followed her all the way back to her bed, but here you were. Standing above her as she tiredly muched on a piece of bread, smothered in butter.

⚛︎ “if your planning to kill me you’re doing a shit job.” She finally spoke. Her head remained down, too busy to even look up. “Luckily I’m not here to kill you.” You replied taking a seat down on the edge of her bed. Her eyes widened slightly as she moved further away from you, ready to kill if need be.

⚛︎ “whats your name?” You asked turning to face her. She scowled. “Why?” You shrugged with a small smile. “Kang Sae-Byeok.” She spoke with a small growl in her tone. “I’m y/n, nice to meet you.” You replied. You finally knew her name... “why are you here?” You asked, so casually as if it wasn’t a huge invasion of privacy.

⚛︎she glared at you. You felt your breath catch in your throat as you gulped. If looks could kill, you’d be a goner. “Never mind, that was rude of me to ask.” You let out a soft chuckle. “Sorry.” You apologized as she looked away from you, her knee brought up to her chin. That was all you got out of her. You got up uncomfortable and left to go to your own bed.

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

⚛︎the morning bell rung through your ears. what a way to wake up. You rubbed your head and followed the orders the masked men gave you. Was it bad that this had become your new normal?

⚛︎ ordered to pair up, the thought of Sae-byeok immediately came to mind. Your eyes scanned the room for any trace of the freckle faced girl. Luckily you found her leaning up against the wall, hands in her pockets and eyes dull and tired. You couldn’t understand how someone in these circumstances could still be so utterly breathtaking.

⚛︎ “pair up with me?” You asked, sounding as certain as you could. Your hand was now the one extended towards her cold aura. “And why would I?” She replied. “Because I’ll make sure you win, no matter what.”

⚛︎ she has reluctantly agreed. You shook her hand, but this time you didn’t let go. As the masked men gave you all instructions, guns loaded and pointed at your heads. You still kept your hand grasping hers. She didn’t complain.

⚛︎ the sight of artificial orange painted sky’s was almost as beautiful as the real thing. It seemed as if it was just a taste of the outside for what you would soon know to be your last. As the speaker from above told you that only one of the people in the pairs would make it out alive, a pit formed in your stomach.

⚛︎ you dropped her hand from your grasp, as your eyes fell to the dirt that your feet kicked at. Sae-byeok didn’t speak either. Not that she did much anyways. You took a seat on the stairs, patting a seat beside you. She carefully sat down beside you, an unreadable expression on her chiseled features.

⚛︎ “what will we play?” Sae-byeok asked breaking the silence. “Slow down, we got time.” You hummed. “Let’s end it in just one round. Until then...” you thought of what to say next. “Let’s just chat, like one of use isn’t about to kick it.” You said mustering up a smile. She gave a slight nod, hands clamped together in her lap. She didn’t look all that pleased about one of us dying either.

⚛︎ it was your chance now. To get to know who she was. You asked her questions, real personal ones and she answered honestly. You could hear the hurt in her tone as she talked about her family. At some point you found that the two of you had moved closer together, your thighs now touching and your hand resting on her shoulder as comfort as she vented.

⚛︎ nextly she asked about you. She wanted to know more about you, and you couldn’t help but spill your guts out over all the things you’d never told anyone. Now she was the one who had a hand placed on your lower back in comfort, as your eyes became glossy.

⚛︎ you glanced up at the clock. Time was running short. Only about 5 minutes left. You abruptly stood up, startling the calm and composed female beside you. “Let’s get our game started.” You suggested, she gave a nod, standing up beside you. “Who ever can throw the marble closer to the wall will win.” You explained in a calm tone.

⚛︎ “you can go first.” You gave a reassuring half hearted smile as you knew what would be coming next. Sae-byeok rolled her marble across the dirt, close to the wall. “Good job! My turn.” You bent down pretending to care, then dropping the marble only a few centimeters in front of you. “Oops, it slipped. Looks like you win.” Her eyes darkened...

⚛︎ “do it again.” She ordered. “Looks like you won.” You forced another smile, but your eyes were dull and teary. Her hands grabbed roughly onto your collar, pushing you against the brick wall. “Is this what you meant when you said I’d win if I teamed up with you?” Her voice wavered as her brows furrowed angrily. You shrugged. Sweat dropped from her face and her jaw clenched.

⚛︎ tears trickled from her eyes, down her flushed cheeks. You could feel you were now crying too. “If this is it let me tell you one more thing.” Your hand reached out to cup her cheek. Your thumb rubbed under her eye, brushing away the flowing tears. Her eyes widened as you leaned forward pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. You wished it could’ve lasted longer but you knew your time was up. “Get out of here alive for me, okay?” Your hands lingered on her face before slipping to your sides once again.

⚛︎ a masked man approach you with a gun loaded, ready to end your life with a single shot. “Don’t look.” You whispered as you gently pushed her away. Her back turned towards you reluctantly. “Thanks, for playing with me.” Was your last words as tears spilled uncontrollably from your hues. The gun’s boom echoed across the plain,ending your life. That was the last thing you’d ever hear, and the last sight you’d ever see was the girl’s back, who you had fell in love with.

⚛︎ if only you could see her face, smiling. Just one last time...

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The Shirt Thief

Here we go for a second drabble for my 5k followers event! Thank you @heloisedaphnebrightmore​ for your request!

Prompts 16 and 47 were chosen for Ben :

16. “So… Uhm… that was a… a hell of a kiss…”

47. “Is that my shirt you’re wearing?”

Just some adorable fluffy fluff! I hope you like it!

Pairing: Ben Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1200

It was dark in your bedroom as you opened your eyes for what seemed like the hundredth time. Your eyes though, accustomed to the shadows as they were, still saw the details in your bedroom, from the door to your wardrobe. On your bedside table, the glass of water you kept there every night was right in front of the shining numbers of your alarm clock, the time thus distorted, but you could still read it.

3:12 am.

Great…

You heaved a sigh and rolled to your other side, trying to get more comfortable. But on the other side of the bed was the shape of your boyfriend fast asleep, and it was too distracting to allow you to fall back asleep.

His dark hair was messed by both the pillow and your fingers. A beard darkened his cheeks, and his eyelids delicately rested upon his brown eyes you adored so. He was softly snoring, a barely audible sound that accompanied each rising of his chest, followed by a loud puff of air escaping his lungs. He seemed peaceful, although the darkness your room drowned into hid most of the details of his features.

Yes… such a sight wasn't exactly helping you to sleep. You would have rather stared at him for hours.

You were suddenly hungry, your stomach making some grumpy noises. Afraid it would wake Ben up, you decided that a little stop to the kitchen was in order. You escaped the bed as silently as you could so not to disturb your boyfriend, but made sure to tug him in properly as you disrupted the blanket in your movements. In the dark, you picked up the first article of clothing you found amongst the clothes you had discarded across the floor the previous night. It was soft and smelled like Ben's cologne.

You exited the room and closed the door behind you before turning on the lights. You had picked up Ben's shirt, but didn't mind at all as you put it on.

Everything was silent in your home. You chose some biscuits for your snack, made some tea and before long, you were lost in your own thoughts while staring at the street outside. The lampposts were still alit, orange lights that didn't seem quite enough to scare the darkness away. There wasn't anyone in the street, not even a car passing by, almost as if the world had come to a standstill. Most of the stars in the sky were covered by clouds that the lights of the city painted into mud-like hues. The moon was visible though, silvery and bright, but on its decaying cycle.

You were so lost in your own little bubble that you didn't hear Ben getting up and fumbling through your home until he found you're hiding spot in the kitchen. Only when he heaved a relieved sigh and patted his way to you through the little room did you notice his presence.

"Ha, there you are," he mumbled, his voice low and hoarse with sleep, his accent coming through even more than usual in the midst of his fatigue. "'Was wondering where you were hiding."

"I just wanted a snack," you answered with a welcoming smile.

"Is everything alright?" he asked with earnest worry.

"Yeah, I just… couldn't sleep."

"Something on your mind?"

"Not really. Just… not tired enough. Did I wake you?"

"Yeah, you did."

"I'm sorry," you apologized, handing him a cup of tea as well as he leaned against the kitchen counter behind him. "I didn't mean to."

"It's alright. I just… I woke up because I noticed you weren't in bed anymore."

"That's… that's very cute, actually."

Ben rolled his eyes, but his gesture was contradicted by the blush that coloured his cheeks and the tip of his ears.

"You're so romantic. So cheesy," you teased him, making the blush intensify while a giggly smile appeared on his lips. "Can't sleep without me…"

"Oh, stop it!"

"You're so cute!"

"You're the cute one," he replied, putting down his cup on the counter to wrap his arms around your frame and pulling you closer to him. "By the way… Is that my shirt you're wearing?" he asked in a cheeky tone, and it was your turn to shy away now.

"Maybe…"

"It looks good on you…"

"I mean, it was hard to grab any kind of cloth on the floor in the dark."

"Hmm… excuses, excuses…"

"What is your excuse for only wearing your underwear though? I was awake, you could have turned on the light and found your clothes."

"First thing first, I'm not just wearing just my underpants, I also put socks on, cause my feet were cold," he corrected you, making you laugh. "And well… I would have loved to put my clothes on but someone had stolen my shirt, so…"

"Oh dear, what a crime," you mocked, but couldn't refrain a giggle.

"Shirt thief."

"Exhibitionist."

"Are you complaining? Really?"

"No," you admitted, running your fingers down the expanse of his chest. "Are you?"

"Absolutely not," he confessed, gently bumping his nose against yours, letting out another wave of laughter before diving to capture your lips with his.

If you expected a peck, you soon realized you were wrong, as Ben looped an arm around your back to pull you unbelievably close to his chest, and cupped your jaw to keep your face in place. And when he finally broke away, you instinctively chased after him, leaning even closer in an attempt to find back the contact that had made your knees tremble and your heart pound in your ribcage.

You blinked, discovering a grinning Ben who was just as out of breath as you were.

"So… Uhm… that was a… a hell of a kiss," you mumbled, your fingers threading their way through his messy locks.

"Hmmm… yeah, it was. And there's more where it came from," he added with a wiggle of his eyebrows that made you giggle.

You buried your face against his shoulder and he did the same. But after a couple of minutes standing still, basking in each other's embrace and the warmth that grew in both chests as you held each other close, you could feel him leaning more and more against you, his weight shifting forward.

"Ben?"

"Hmm?"

"You're falling asleep on me, darling," you noted with a tender laugh, rubbing his back soothingly.

"Yeah, I'm tired."

"Let's go back to bed."

"But I want to stay with you, and you couldn't sleep," he mumbled against the fabric of his own shirt, his voice more fragile, almost boyish.

"I'm gonna go back to bed too," you reassured him, kissing his naked shoulder.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I need to try and get some sleep."

"Good, but before we do…"

"Hmm?"

"I think you should give me my shirt back, it's only fair."

You laughed, shaking your head.

"But I'm naked underneath!"

He lifted his head to look at you once more, a mischievous grin shining across his features despite how exhausted he clearly was, with the dark bags under his eyes and his falling eyelids.

"That's the point, love. Who needs clothes on when they sleep anyway, huh?"

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